American Mole
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Chapter
26
Playing with the Devil
Playing with the Devil
Cutaway Key, Late Morning
Amos was warm, too warm. And it was bright, white bright. Something was wrong, but he didn't know what it was. The sweating, and the urge to pee, had gently awakened him. The warmness and brightness were unfamiliar until he realized where he was. It must've been the stress he had been under and the change in climate. It wasn't the time change -- only one hour. Maybe he was just getting older. Whatever it was -- the drink? -- it was late and he was still in bed. He hoped that Pius One would not be displeased. Not a good way to start close contact with him. He dragged his reluctant legs to the side of the bed and sat up, realizing that he was naked. He didn't remember taking his clothes off and going to bed -- strange. The room was white, and the sun was pouring in through the floor to ceiling windows that gave him of view of palm trees, white sand, and blue-green sea. The bathroom was but a few steps away. He made it in two seconds and relieved himself, pondering his reflection in the mirror. Like the room, he was too white. He would have to protect himself from the blazing sun.
Out front, at a table on the deck with a colorful yellow and white canvas awning, Pius One was having brunch. When he saw Amos emerge from his bedroom, he waved the chief over. "Hey Chief Amos! Come on over and grab something to eat. Thought you were going to sleep all day. That's okay, the fishing will be best about one when the sun is at its brightest in the shallows."
Wearing the red Speedo swimsuit and the white castaway pants that he found neatly folded on the dresser, Amos approached the table cautiously, his bare chest and back were the whitest he ever seen them. "Sorry if I'm late, this change of climate has gotten to me." He smiled.
"Well, from the looks of you, I'd wear a breaker this afternoon and some heavy sunscreen. What should I ask the guys to bring you?"
Amos was hungry, but he was careful to be diplomatic about it. "I'll have what you're having. That omelette looks delicious."
"It is. Jacob! Could you please get Chief Amos an omelette like mine, a large glass of orange juice, and some shrimp on the side? Oh, and make sure there's plenty of rum in that orange juice."
Amos sat down and surveyed the scene. Two heavenly bodies, naked except for their red and brunette hair, were sunning on the beach directly in front of him. The third, Bambi, was frolicking in the shallow blue-green water near the beach. Pius One called out to them, "Girls! You had better come on in! That's enough sun for now."
As if they were obedient puppies, the girls jumped up, shook the sand from their towels, and skipped through the hot white sand to the deck, their glistening boobs bouncing with each step. Bambi took a little longer, as if she still wanted to play with the fishes, but soon she too hopped through the hot sand to the deck. After rubbing on more sunscreen in a most delightful way, both on themselves and not each other to Amos's amusement, they joined Amos and the One in the shade of the awning. Angela's skin was already quite dark. She didn't need much more to complete a beautiful tan. Mary was a dazzling dapple of freckles that gave her a youthful look. There was redness in the white parts of her skin had warned of too much sun. As expected, Bambi's skin was an even pink tone. A few more minutes out in that sun and she would have been red as a beet and hurting. Jacob brought them white chiffon coverlets that covered everything except their exceptional smiles. They were clearly having a good time. All were soon sipping on tequila sunrises and chatting happily like the outgoing women they were.
"We will go fishing at 1 p.m. when the sun is at its highest." Pius One announced. " Tarpon love the flash of the bait in the shallows under the bright sun. I will retire until then. Please feel free to enjoy. He waved his hand at the girls limply, rose from his chair, and strode off towards the cabañas.
Amos found himself listening to the girls and commenting whenever he had something to add to their conversation. At this point he was curious, but not to the point of being a bore. He couldn't help noticing that Angela was making eyes at him and occasionally, flashing a little bit of her charms his way. Bambi was also very interesting in another, strange, way. He had seen her somewhere before, but couldn't quite place when and where. He didn't dare talk about it. After all, knowing the One, the whole place was probably bugged. Not wanting to interfere anymore in what they were saying, he excused himself and returned to his room. A quick check revealed no obvious bugs. His eyes searched the ceiling and other areas for cameras and he didn't see any of those either. Still, he felt uneasy. Not sure if he could do anything in this room that wouldn't be recorded. There was tapping on the sliding glass door. Pulling back the drapes, Angela was flashing him from a foot away. He had to open the door.
"My my, what have we here? As Chief, you know I could have you incarcerated for a month for such behavior! Come on in before someone sees you and I get a nuisance call." Amos thought that he would play along.
Angela was in his chest and sliding her hands where she shouldn't. Her lips and Tequila breath almost touching his. Deftly, she closed the sliding door behind her back, and followed, step for step, as he sought to escape her backward. When they reached the bed, he tripped and she was on him like a snake in heat, her sweating, sunscreen greased body sliding over his. The all over massage had an immediate effect on his well rested body. Her well-placed hand stroking his scrotum didn't hurt either. When he had enlarged to her satisfaction, she reached for the bed table where a condom had been strategically placed and expertly covered his throbbing member with it. Almost immediately, she rose up and slipped it in, coming down hard, and then back up, riding him like a bucking bronco.
Amos, electrified by the magic thrusting of his adversary, came and came. He could feel her, too. Her vagina rapidly contracting in waves of pleasure as she cried out softly so as not to disturb the others. It must've been his long hiatus from masturbating for fear of the ever present Vespers cameras, but he felt multi-orgasmic as he reached, what seemed like, three times before she slipped out of him and crawled up his body to tongue kiss him gently and fully like they had been lovers forever.
"You were luscious, baby." She breathed in his ear. "I've been wanting you ever since I first saw you on the surveillance cameras back at One's house. You were so handsome in your policeman's outfit. I'm a sucker for policemen. Now I know why. I feel like throwing that skin away and having your baby!"
Surprised, Amos whispered back into her cute little ear. "Whoa! You aren't so bad yourself. But what you said about Pius probably holds true here. Aren't you worried about us being videoed right now?"
"One promised. He told us to give you pleasure. We are his sex kittens. For as long as he wants us, we will do his bidding. Besides, I like sex. That is how he found me -- on my website. I don't mind that I'm videoed sometimes. It adds to my notoriety, you know, my fame." She smiled broadly and deeply into his eyes. Aside from the afterglow, she was genuinely truthful.
"But isn't he...?"
"No, by all means. He's bi, but I think he really prefers the other side. I've only been with him once or twice. And then he was distant, almost like he was thinking of something... someone, else. He uses us to fend off all those homosexual claims that are thrown at him. Bad publicity for a priest of his caliber. We also offer up our services to men he wants to persuade, you know, so that he gets his way. We are very effective and he pays us handsomely for for our services. Anything to further my acting career." She nuzzled closer, nibbling his neck just below his ear. "I'm feeling a bit hot and sticky, care for a shower?"
Obediently, Amos followed her into the bathroom, leaving his Speedo and deck pants behind, where the shower stall easily accommodated them. With a pulsating flow of water from the multiple heads and a generous amount of soap applied on each other by each other, Amos got that urge again. She noticed, and, after sucking it very clean while tickling his balls, she jumped to his waist, nearly throwing him off balance on the slippery tile and wrapped her legs around his middle tightly. He moved her back to the wall, and, holding her there, she relaxed her legs a bit and, with her hand, helped him inside. Still holding her against the wall gently at first, he waited until her legs were spread wide and she was gasping for breath when he came inside her. After that, they both slid down to the bottom of the shower, letting the warm water flow over them as they kissed gently. Their reverie was interrupted when the water suddenly turn cold.
"Whew, that's cold!" Amos shouted as he jumped up and pulled Angela out of the shower, dripping wet. "I guess we used too much hot water." He grinned sheepishly as he turn the water off and they grabbed towels from the rack. Suddenly, while toweling her beautiful body down, he started to feel guilty. "You know, about what just happened..."
Angela interrupted. "Don't worry, He thinks of everything. She nonchalantly tiptoed over to the table by the bed and plucked a pill from it with a glass of water for a chaser. "Morning after pill. As much as I'd like to have your baby, I must think of my career first."
"That wasn't there before. Nor was the condom. What's going on? I'm the police chief around here, aren't I?" Amos laughed at his own lack of perception. He was certain that they had been videoed after he saw this slight of hand.
Angela winked. "I see by the clock you have an appointment to go fishing in five minutes. Better hurry!" She pecked him on the cheek, declared, "Later," grabbed her chiffon cover, and barefooted out through the sliding glass door she came in. Amos watched her behind in amazement. He couldn't believe his good fortune, scary though it was.
Amos checked the closet and drawers. He found some light whites to cover his entire body, some white, open weave sandals, a white Panama hat, and a collection of sunglasses from which he chose some iridescent wraparounds. He was out the door and on the deck with two minutes to spare. A 100 yards off, a beautiful white launch was moored to a pier. The sun was blinding, even through the sunglasses, but he could still see that they were about to leave. He quickly grabbed the sandals in his hands and sprinted for the dock in the hot soft sand. It was a good thing that he ran so fast, because his feet were burning when he reached the dock. He limped to the side of the launch just as Joshua was removing the last tie down. Dressed almost identically, Pius One was waiting in a captain's chair aft, assembling a fishing rod.
"You almost missed the boat," the One announced jovially with that now familiar smirk on his face. "This being late is starting to get to be a habit. Shame. Wouldn't want you to miss some of the best fishing in the world." The launch lurched from the dock and quickly gained speed. Amos braced himself and found a swivel fishing chair next to the One. At the rate they were hitting the breakers he wished he had had a seat belt on.
Soon, they reached smoother, calmer waters and they sliced through the blue-green Gulf to a nearby island surrounded by mangroves filled with exotic birds. The powerful engines were brought to a near idle and they coasted into the shallows. "Ever fished by remote?" Pius One asked with his usual sardonic tone.
"I fished a lot in my younger days for Northern and Muskie in the Minnesota lakes near where we lived. We had to use heavy casting rods to handle the big ones. Suckers were the best bait, although I have caught a few on spoons and bucktails. (It's a good thing he had done some some Muskie fishing with his father on the Potomac). What do you mean by remote?"
It's a technique I've developed to get the big ones. I've done some Muskie fishing myself and you're right, it takes heavy tackle. Tarpon here can be monsters. But they're wary from all the fishing. You used to be able to get them by wading in the shallows, like back in Hemingway's day. Almost fished them out. And then there's the pollution that's killing all the reefs. The stocks of big ones aren't what they used to be. So now there's catch and release. As the fish grows older and gets caught, he gets smarter. Loud boats, voices, shadows, ripples that run the wrong way, and sometimes, even baits scare them off. Makes for real challenge. We may not get one today. But we are going to try. I've got just the ticket here." Pius One opened a cabinet and produced what looked like a submarine, but, complete with fins and scales, mimicked a fish beautifully. He held it up proudly.
"This is my little fish killer. Up front she's got electronics and her batteries. See these two fisheye cameras for underwater 3-D vision? In the middle she's got a stash of 20 pound line 200 yards long, two more stereo cameras on either side of the dorsal fin and at the end she's got a motor that rotates around a hollow tube for the line to attach to the bait that drives the propeller. See this antenna on the front? It's a foot long and sticks above the surface so that I can operate her by remote." He pulled out about four feet of line, attached a silvery Tarpon bait securely to the line, and gently put the whole contraption in the water. As if by magic, the fish remote, floating nicely upright, began to swim off. Before long it dove slightly under the water's surface, pulling its bait behind it, leaving only the V-shaped wake of the antenna and an occasional flash in the clear water to mark its presence.
Pius One turned his attention to three monitors. The first one had a GPS map showing him where the remote was in relation to the launch. The second was a fisheye view from the remote itself, showing the way. The third pointed rearward, showing where the remote had been and it seemed to be swimming without any sign that the One was operating it -- truly miraculous. Amos got curious and had to ask. "That's amazing. And really clever. The remote and the bait look like two fish schooling, and, from what I can see they move like herring or other fish that the Tarpon would like to eat. But you got me, how are you steering it?"
"I thought you'd never ask." Pius One removed his white baseball cap. "Do you see those little buttons here on the inside? And do you see the battery pack and electronics built into the band across the back? Well, the whole cap Is wired and the frame is its antenna. Works on your brain waves. With a little bit of training, anyone can control the speed, direction, depth, and line. It's easy. Here, you try it."
Amos removed his Panama hat and put the cap on. It was a little tight, but it fit. Looking at the monitor, he saw that the remote had stopped. When he thought about making it move, it did. When he thought about it going faster, it did. When he thought about it going deeper, it did. It was miraculous. Magic. He had never felt so powerful before, so in control. Watching the monitor to see where he was going, he cruised the shallows in less than two feet of water on the lee side of the island where there was virtually no surf. It made him feel like a fish or dolfin, able to swim wherever he liked. Up ahead he saw fish. Small ones. Some swimming in schools and some swimming alone. He saw a small shark glide by, and then a three or four foot barracuda. They seemed oblivious to the sound of the propeller pushing the fake fish their way. His enchantment was shattered by Pius One whispering loudly over his shoulder into his ear, "There's one... there's one, and it's big!" He was excitingly shaking Amos by the shoulders as they watched. "Gimme the cap, gimme the cap," He begged aggressively like a spoiled child. Amos gave it up.
Pius One steered the remote directly toward the huge Tarpon basking in the shallows under the bright sun. About 20 feet away, he turned sharply to the left, like a fish would, suddenly startled by danger. Heading back towards the launch, their attention turned to the monitor looking toward the rear. They saw it coming like a ghost. The large open mouth at tremendous speed, engulfing the bait. Pius One released the line and took off. He signaled frantically to Jacob and Jacob gave it full throttle in the direction he was pointing. The remote was nearly a quarter-mile off, but the launch, with its hydrogen powered pumps for shallow water running was there in less than a minute. "Now comes the tricky part!" The One shouted as he grabbed a long hook and fished the derelict remote by the line from the water. He quickly cut the line and attached it to sticky tape on a reel, wrapping it around the spool a couple of times until it was tight. He then dropped the reel into a stiff rod and deftly strung the line through eyelets to the end. He got the rig together just in time for Amos to see the line pull tight around a hook where Joseph had wound it. They had been chasing the Tarpon, but he was about to snap the line and get away.
As If on cue, the Tarpon turned and the line went slack. Pius One took the opportunity to quickly release the line and position himself in the captain's chair to fight the fish, reeling in line as fast as he could. Amos had just enough time to belt him in before the line went taut and all the line that Pius One had been reeling in began screaming out against the drag. The Tarpon jumped a few times, spectacularly caught on video by Joseph. Finally, the superior gear of line and rod subdued the huge monster and he guided up alongside the launch like a tender boat. "Looks to be about 5 feet long, 200 pounds. Not a bad fish." Pius waited while Joseph had a gaff hook in the huge mouth before he reached in gingerly and worked the shining plug out of its bony maw. "Barbless hooks help." He exclaimed, holding it up a second before Joseph released the fish. The monster fish slipped down onto the sand below, listlessly, until it summoned enough energy to swing its tail and swim off.
"You'll be a lot harder to catch next time," Pius muttered.
They tried for Tarpon again, but after about a half hour of trying and the batteries running down on the remote, they switched to conventional fishing in a nearby weed bed and caught a three foot cuda, a few bonito, and three red snapper. Although it didn't feel like it, the winter sun was low in the west by the time they returned to Cutaway Key. While Jacob and Joshua cleaned the fish, Pius One fired up his gas grill and began preparing hors d'oeuvres. Boiled shrimp, flamed onions, chips with salsa, chased with frozen margaritas. In the background, the Key West sounds of Jimmy Buffett played. The fish were broiled to perfection, the girls came out, the sun went down gently in the west over the water. Nothing was more perfect or romantic. Amos sipped his third Margarita, feeling the tightness in his arms and shoulders where he had gotten too much sun while fishing in his Speedo. It was Pius One's suggestion. It felt a bit creepy with the One watching his every move in that skimpy red suit.
He was joined by the burned girl, Mary. It was her time with him. "This is the best time of the evening, don't you think? I like it down here. It's my third time. The sun can be brutal at first, but after a few days, my freckles sort of blend together and I can stand a bit more sun."
"I know what you mean. Even these margaritas don't seem to take the tightness in my shoulders where I got a little too much this afternoon, fishing."
She moved closer, her smile more visible in the lamplight. "I've got just the thing for that. A little something I picked up in Hong Kong last year. Put it on my burn this afternoon, and the pain is gone already. Would you like to try some?" She was so close he could see the grill fire reflecting off her green eyes. They sparkled. "Come," she beckoned and slid away from him. As she walked away, she looked over her shoulder to see if he was following. Amos looked over at the others, all engaged in conversation, silently got up from his chair, and followed.
They arrived at what he thought was the girls' cabana. She opened the door and said, "It was starting to get a little chilly out there, anyway, don't you think? Find yourself a seat while I get into something more comfortable." An old, but effective, line. Her flowing red hair and bikinied butt disappeared into the bathroom. She didn't close the door behind her.
Where had he heard that line before? He smiled to himself and found a comfortable chair in what amounted to a bedroom identical to his. He slipped off his sandals and wiggled his toes in the lush carpet. It felt good after the hard decking and hot sand. He looked up to see that the full-length mirror opposite him gave him a full view of her undressing in the bathroom. She removed her frock with some flourish as she admired her boobs in the mirror . She fiddled with a string on her bikini top for some time, finally undoing it, and letting both hands slide over the top of her budding nipples before reaching down to pick up the top from the floor where it fell. She then spent some time brushing their teeth, applying deodorant under her arms and inside her bikini bottom, and finally, a little perfume by her ears and between her cleavage. She pulled down her bikini bottom and peed in the toilet. She turned on the bidet and seemed to be enjoying its flow as she washed herself. Amos couldn't help but get turned on. He just sat there, enjoying the view, knowing full well that she was playing him.
She rose from the bidet and dried herself with a towel. She reached for a light green coverlet and put it on, posing in front of the mirror to check out how her body looked in it. Mary took out a brush, hopped up on the sink counter, and began brushing her hair. She must've brushed at least a hundred strokes until it was shining and flowing like a Breck girl's. She touched up her lipstick and looked at spots on her face, bending over the sink counter enough to let the coverlet rise above her hips. Finally, after spending at least a half-hour on herself, she emerged, the coverlet open in the front as she grew larger in the mirror. Amos couldn't hide his erection, so he didn't. She saw it and smiled.
"Sorry I took so long. We fair skinned women have to spend more time on ourselves than we like. My hair really takes a beating from the sun. I hope it looks alright now. Oh, speaking of the sun, I'll have to get that lotion..."
"That's okay. I used the time to think. Your hair looks fabulous. I think I'll give that lotion a try." Amos tried not to sound as embarrassed as he felt -- like a voyeur who had been caught in the act.
"Why don't you make yourself comfortable. Come here, take off your shirt. I see you've already taken off your shoes. You can take off your pants because I know you've got your swimsuit on, right?"
Amos rose from the chair and quickly pulled off his shirt, dropping it in the chair. He wasn't quite sure what to do next because his bulge was so obvious and she was eyeing it like a hawk. "Well, not exactly a swimsuit. I think they call it a Speedo. It's not what I'm used to wearing."
"I know, all that shit about tight drawers overheating sperm. You know, I like a man and a good pair of boxers, but I love a buff man like you, Chief, in briefs. Let's get them off, I can't treat your burn if I can't get to it."
Amos untied the tie to his deck pants and let them slip down. To his embarrassment, there was a wet spot on the silk Speedo from precum. He could feel his heart beating as he grew flush, his face redder than his burn. His erection faded immediately.
Mary was right on cue. "My my, I see we've got a problem. Well, you can either take them off or go around wet. It's your choice."
Amos got her point and slipped out of the Speedo. He dropped it on the chair with the pants and the shirt. Mary rushed into the bathroom and came back with a tissue in her hand.
"Come over here and sit on the bed. Let me take care of that for you." She dabbed away at the end of his penis as if to remove the precum. There was little to remove since it was absorbed nicely by the silk swimsuit. "Oh,... uncircumcised. I like that. They say the head is much more sensitive. Is that right?"
Amos found himself growing again to the delight in her green eyes. "Oh I don't know. I just don't know." He lied. He was afraid to talk clinically about sex with her boobs hanging in front of his face, her large nipples erect and just begging to be kissed. Her perfume was not cheap, but it was overpowering.
Mary helped him change course. "If I might help you with that burn, you must lie on your stomach. You do that now while I get the ointment." Amos swung his legs up on the bed, rolled over on his elbows, finally hiding his stiffy under his body where it felt quite confined. Mary went into the bathroom and emerged with a large jar. "I've only got half left. Will have to go light on you or I'll have to make another trip to Hong Kong." She giggled.
Mary began examining his back and legs. He had spent only about an hour while fishing uncovered in the Speedo, but that was enough to get him pink all over from a mild sunburn. "This will make you heal like I did today. She crawled up close to his head and let him look at the top of her right boob -- actually, all of it. The space between the dark brown freckles that was so fair and had turned pink earlier in the day was now a light brown. "No pain, no gain," she offered and began to rub the cool salve on his back. It felt better almost immediately. "I think it's made from monkey hair or something like that. I'm a friend of the animals, so I don't ask." She talked on and on as she rubbed. Before long she was singing softly as she rubbed his legs and accidentally brushed up against his balls in her energetic rubbing. Suddenly, she stopped. "Time to turn over."
Amos turned over dutifully. He was enjoying the rubdown like a good massage. Eyes ablaze, she straddled his chest, her nipples almost touching his as she applied salve to his face, neck, and shoulders. The movements and her nipples rubbing him as she swayed back and forth. His hard on was touching her in a tender spot. She knew it. She worked her way downward, letting his cock slide over her almost hairless pussy until she was massaging his chest, her boobs gently rubbing his erect manhood, his stomach, his groin, downward to his thighs, his shins, and the sunburned tops of his feet. With nowhere else to go, she wasn't finished. "Wait here, I'll be right back to take care of that." She went into the bathroom and Amos heard water running as she washed the salve off of her hands. He lay there, thinking of what was next.
She was back soon. Mary sat down next to him and gently took his cock in her hand, pulled the skin back, bent down, and swallowed it. She worked him like a pro, and all the tension on the last hour erupted in her mouth. She smiled and swallowed. Crawled up alongside him and moved in for a kiss. The get in the ointment, the vanilla of her perfume, and the lavender of her lipstick all combined to to a heady mixture of romance. That was all he got. A blow job and a kiss. But it was enough. She whispered, "Bye-bye, let's get together later, okay?" And she left.
Amos couldn't remember how long, because all the sun, drink, sex, and food combined to conspire. He had been asleep for some hours when he felt a nudge to his shoulder that gently awakened him. The lights were out and it was dark in the room, but he could see platinum hair in his face and someone pulling on his hand and shoulder to get up. He was still naked, but he felt his deck pants on his chest and he sat up and pulled them on. After he had tied the drawstring his mind became clearer, and he let her take his hand and lead him out of the room, through the sliding glass door, and into the moonlit night. The moon was about three quarters full and backlit some scattered fluffy clouds. Its reflection shown off the rippling water like a post card. When they left the deck the sand felt cool to his feet. The air was warm and heavy. The chill of the evening had departed.
They walked silently along the beach, she, just one step ahead of him, pulling him along, until the cabanas were just lights in the distance, about a quarter-mile off. She led him to the water and they wet their feet in the gentle waves lapping the sand. She spoke for the first time. "Jason, I know it's you. You've grown up a bit, but it's you. I couldn't believe it when Pius One brought you in the room yesterday. I knew he had a police chief named Amos, but I never dreamed it was you."
"Yes, you've got me. Are you going to turn me in? I hope I get your name right. It's been years, but you're Marcy, right? I didn't recognize you at first, but then I saw your eyes and the way you moved, and expected it might be you."
"No, I'm not going to turn you in. It looks like we are in this together and have to play the game. That's why I brought you all the way out here, hoping that we wouldn't be bugged. So we can talk."
"But you look so..."
"Beautiful? Extreme makeover, everything but the boobs. Those were always okay. Remember my snaggly teeth? Got some implants and veneers. Also a little tuck, here and there, some liposuction, and a lot of peroxide, and viola! A new me. I knew I wasn't going to get anywhere with a guy like you. You know I had a crush on you, like half the girls in the school. I also knew that a nerd was not going to get very far in the espionage business. Thanks to the government and a couple hundred grand, I'm not that girl I used to be and I don't mind leaving her behind. Do you?"
I sure don't. You're luscious. Good enough to eat."
Bambi winked in the moonlight. "I'll take you up on that. Pius One wants us to have sex. He gets a kick out of watching couples do it, mostly watching the guy. Those two cabana boys, Jacob and Joshua? He's banging them right now. That's why I felt it was safe to get you here for this talk. We must not talk again. Just too dangerous. Play along and play the game. Pius has got me working on his remote ultimate weapon. It's scary, but I must play along, just like you. There will come a time, hopefully soon, that we can act. I've seen his playroom in his workshop. It's ghastly. Young men are dying and nobody cares. He is also tied up in extremist groups to the point where, in spite of his persona, he is plotting global anarchy and terrorist destruction. Not only does he want to exterminate most of the Earth's ethnic, racial, and religious groups, he wants to take over the Catholic Church and turn it into his idea of the Inquisition."
"I'm working with the local police and FBI to try to identify the missing kids. You're right. We have to stop him soon, before he kills one more innocent child. Why these young guys come here I don't know. It was tough on me to become a pion and I had a mission."
"After my makeover, I headed for Hollywood pretending to be an upcoming star. I've had a few modeling jobs, some bit parts, and one offer from a porno ring. But nothing happened, until Pius One saw my little ad in Variety, went to my website, and hired me. He felt for my techie side, exposed on my website, but didn't mind the package, either. It's really tough having sex with him, though, knowing he's a monster. Let's go. Don't want to be gone too long."
Hurriedly, they walked back to the cabanas, hand in hand. Amos felt an electricity in her hands that he hadn't felt in the other women. When they got back to his room, they glided towards the bed, and Amos felt himself kissing her softly and deeply on those mint flavored lips as he undressed her and had sex with her like he had known her all his life. After he came inside of her, he felt guilty again, until she reached out onto the bed side and a pill was visible in the dark with another glass of water. He knew they were being watched.
Like the others, Bambi spoke sweet nothings in his ear and left quietly. It was now 4:35 a.m. Amos set the clock for 7:30 a.m. and drifted off to sleep. The best sleep he had in years.