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Ruth Wilson tucked her copy of the local paper under her arm, took the proffered bag and thanked the shop keeper, before her left the shop and made her way back to her apartment.   It was a good day, and she was feeling good in herself – especially as she stepped into the second floor corridor and saw her neighbour Dan leaving his apartment.

Dan was about the same age as he, and very good looking, as she walked up and said “hello Dan – doing anything tonight?”

“No – nothing in particular,” he said quietly as he tried to avoid looking at her.

“Well, I know this nice little Italian place – fancy going for a meal,” she said as she smiled at him, her fingers running through her long dark hair as she looked through her glasses.

“Ssssorry, I have to go,” he stammered as he walked off, Ruth looking after him with a mixture of desire and regret.  

“One day,” she said to herself as she entered her apartment, put the groceries away, and then selected one of her private collections of DVDs to put on.  Opening a bottle of wine and pouring herself a glass, she watched as the home invasion scene started to be played out, the two men carefully and methodically binding and gagging the young housewife.

As she watched, Ruth imagined herself as the housewife, writhing around, unable to stop the men from pulling her clothes open, imagining it was Dan doing that to her.

Two months now – two months she had felt this way, and it was beginning to feel as if the chance to tell him her fantasies, her desires, would never arise.  She picked up the paper and flipped through it – and then she saw the ad.

Tired of the same boring routine? Every fantasised of something daring and dangerous occurring? How about spicing up your life with a special adventure, which will be just for you. We can arrange for a special intruder who will visit where you live for one evening and play out a fantasy for you!
You may just want the thrill of just being held prisoner, or perhaps you would like a romantic captor. For the very daring, the intruder will be as erotic as you wish. When it is time for the intruder to leave, you will be left in such a way that you will be able to get free. So don’t delay, call PLEASE-CAPTURE-ME for that very special night.

“Well, if I can’t get the real thing,” she said as she picked up the phone, and started to talk to the woman at the other end.

“So allow me to recap Ruth,” the woman said, “you wish to be left naked, a large ball gag, your legs frog tied with leather straps, your arms in a leather armbinder and a crotch rope attached to the end.”

Ruth nodded, smiling as she said “and the man does what he desires, up to a little physical harm – say a flogger, but no real hurt.”

“Of course – this is within our operating rules, but a way out with the employment of an armbinder is difficult.”

Playing with her hair, Ruth giggled as she said “can I ask for something really difficult?”

“And that would be?”

“I would love to be discovered by my dream man – tall, strong, caring,” Ruth said with a sigh, “but rescue is not the right word.  Taken and fucked out of my mind would be the right word.”

“And this dream man looks like?”

Ruth described Dan as she imagined him taking her helpless body for everything she had to give.

“I think we have everything then – as always, our guarantee is total satisfaction or no charge.  Do you wish us to fulfil your fantasy, Ruth Wilson?”

“Yes,” she breathed out as she closed her eyes.

“Then you will hear from us,” the woman said as the line went dead, as she started to stroke between her legs...

“Hi Dan.”

Dan turned round to see Ruth standing there, wearing a purple dress with a pink and white floral print and a thin belt, dark tights, a grey cardigan and a pair of tan leather boots.

“OH – hello Ruth,” he said quietly, “I’m just going out I’m afraid.”

“That’s all right – listen, why don’t you come round tonight.  I can make a meal for us if you want.”

Dan just shook his head and walked quickly away, as Ruth sighed and unlocked her front door.  Her yellow necklace moved on her chest, the beads clicking against each other as she closed the door and put her bag down.

“Another month,” she said to herself as she walked into her front room, and looked around.  “Well,” she finally said, “A meal, a bottle of wine, and awwhthhllll?”

A large gloved hand had suddenly clamped itself over her mouth, and another hand was holding a very real and very large knife in front of Ruth, as a male voice whispered “don’t say a word, little lady.  Just stay nice and quiet, all right?”

“Llrrttt,” Ruth mumbled as she looked at the blade, glistening in the dim light.

“Good – I’m going to take my hand away, and you are going to keep your mouth open, understand?”

Ruth nodded, and as the hand was taken away she wondered what was going to happen next.  She was therefore shocked as a large red ball was pushed into her mouth, forcing her jaws apart as leather straps were fastened around her cheeks to keep it in place.

“Do not try to remove this,” the voice said, “now take off your glasses and hand them to me.”

“Whtsgnnggg,” she mumbled as she slowly reached up and took her glasses off, folding the legs and handing them to the man behind her.

“Very good – now, take that dress off.”


“Take it off,” the man said as she saw the blade again, “or I cut it off.”

Nodding, trying to remain calm, Ruth unfastened the belt and let it drop to the floor, and then unzipped the dress and let it drop off.

“Your rings and watch,” he whispered as she stood in her bra, panties, boots and tights, “take them off and put them in this plastic bag.”

She removed the jewellery and watch, as well as her necklace, and placed them in the bag, before she heard the sound of a leather bag opening.

“Put your hands behind your back.”

Breathing slowly, she moved her arms behind her, wondering if he would use rope or tape, unable to believe this was happening to her.  How did he get in?  Did anyone see him?  And why does that feel as if I am putting on my tight leather boots?

With a start, she realised he was using a leather armbinder to hold her arms together behind her back, the limbs forced together as the soft leather was tightened round them.  She squealed as her arms were forced together, and then leather straps passed across her chest, forcing her arms against her back.

“My my,” the voice said as she saw the gloved hands reach round and start to caress her chest, “such lovely breasts.  Say thank you sir.”

“Fnkusrrr,” Ruth said, still not quite believing this was happening, as he massaged and teased on her chest, and then took the knife.  With three quick cuts, the bra came away, and he started to squeeze her nipples as she tried not to respond.

That was doomed to failure, as she closed her eyes and moaned in response to his attentions.  Even the pain as he squeezed seemed to add to the pleasure.

“Your bedroom – which way?”

Ruth motioned with her head as the man walked her towards the door, and then pushed her onto the bed, dropping a flag on the floor beside it.  She could not stop him as he slapped her bottom, and then removed her boots, her hose, her knickers...

“Hswttlrddd” she called out as he smacked her bare bottom, and then caressed it, and she felt his lips kiss her there as he bent her right leg back.  Wondering what he was doing, or what he looked like, she turned her head to see a black clad man, with a mask over his eyes, take a large leather strap and use it to secure her right ankle to the back of her thigh.  

A second strap was fastened around her leg, as Ruth suddenly realised – this was her fantasy!  The firm has come through!

As the man walked round and frog tied her other leg, she moaned and tried to move, a line of drool appearing at the side of her mouth and slowly making its way down her chin.  He then reached into the bag, and took out a leather strap.

“You are a very naughty girl, Miss Wilson,” he said as he slapped the strap on her naked bum, Ruth nodding and saying “ysssrrmehffnfrr?”

“Very naughty indeed,” he said as he slapped the leather down on eh regain, and she started to moan, to give in to the pleasure of her situation...

This went on for an hour, as he slapped her, groped her, and massaged her body until she had a full orgasm.

“Now,” he said as he made her kneel, and wrapped some rope around her arms and upper body, forcing her breasts out even more before he took the rope down, and pulled it back between her legs, tying it to the ring at the end of the armbinder, “your purse?”

“Nfrrntrmm,” she whispered, falling onto her side as she looked at the silver duct tape pads covering her nipples, and listening as he moved around, and then looked in.

“Enjoy the night – I’m sure someone will come and find you,” he said, Ruth nodding as she heard him walk out.

The door did not close, so Ruth started to use the rope to stimulate herself, hoping he would return soon as the hunk, the perfect rescuer.  Five minutes passed.



“Hmggddehpphscmngg,” she moaned after half an hour, but there was still no sign of him, and she wanted release, even as she kept moving round, the ropes teasing on her damp and ready clit..

Ninety minutes passed, Ruth closing her eyes and wondering if anything would ever happen, before she finally heard the door of her apartment close.

“Fnlleee,” she moaned, but then she heard Dan call out “Ruth?  Are you all right?  I just had a call to say someone had broken into your apartment, and the door was open...”

“Oh god no, not like this,” she thought as she tried to move, and the rope rubbed again, making her moan out loud even as she did not want to.

“Ruth – are you in...”  Dan came into the bedroom and saw Ruth lying there, her legs frog tied and apart, the rope between her legs dark and moist where it had been rubbing, her arms pinned behind her and the leather straps crossing between her breasts, her mouth held open by the large red ball gag.

“Hmmgddplsddnnfnkmmbd,” Ruth said as she looked at Dan, and then noticed the noticeable bulge in his trousers.  She stared as he walked slowly over to the bed, unsure of what was going on, until he leaned over and gently kissed her neck, and then her eyes as she closed them, before he moved down and started to kiss her breasts.

“Hmmmmm,” she whispered as he removed the tape and gently sucked on her nipples, his tongue caressing over them, and then climbed onto the bed, moving her legs apart as he unfastened and let his pants fall to his knees.

She looked at his member, throbbing as it grew, and slowly nodded, as Dan removed the rope from between her legs with the knife by the bed, and slipped in, moving smoothly as Ruth threw her head back and moaned even more loudly, the two starting to move as one...

“Ahhh,” Dan eventually said as he lay on the bed, and put his arm around Ruth’s body, her head resting on his chest.  “That was...”

“Eknww,” Ruth said as she looked at him.

“Here,” he said a she unbuckled and removed the gag, “now why don’t you tell me what happened?”

“I’m sorry you found me like this – you see, there was this ad saying they could fulfil my fantasies, and...”

“And yours involved been tied and gagged in this way?”

“Well, yes – you see, I...”

“Ruth,” Dan said as he stroked her cheek, “don’t apologise.  Finding you like this tonight has helped me as well.  You see, I’ve been crazy about you for some time, but...”


“I’ve been married before,” Dan said, “and three years ago, my wife – well she tried to kill me.  We were making love, and she stabbed me in the back.”

He turned to the side, Ruth seeing the scars between his shoulder blades.

“They healed,” he said as he rolled back, "but I guess I’ve had trust issues, and I haven’t been able to perform with a woman since.”

“Where is she?”

“Prison – I divorced her, but...  Anyway, I’m glad you responded to the ad, and I’m glad I found you like that.  It never occurred to me that, if I could get the woman helpless and unable to do anything, then...”

Ruth looked at him, and said “Well, I have fantasies of been held captive, gagged, and taken, and I think you’re cute as well.  Maybe...  Maybe we can help each other?”

“I’d like that – if you would,” Dan said as he leaned over and gently kissed her lips, Ruth closing her eyes as she responded.

“Dan – come in,” Ruth said the next day as Dan knocked on the door.

“What’s up?”

“That ad – I tried calling the number again, and it doesn’t exist anymore.  I went and bought a paper, and it wasn’t in the other copy.”

“You mean they targeted you?”

“If so, why?  Anyway, I put this on my Facebook page.”

Dan looked at the post on the screen.  “Fantasy Fulfilment – if you know what that means, PM me.”

“Think you’ll get a response?”

“Who knwssmmmmwhtrudnngg,” Ruth said as Dan pressed a length of duct tape over her mouth.

“Wait and see,” he said as he pulled her chair away from the screen, not noticing as a PM sign came up...
Dial-a-Fantasy - Ruth
Her desires involved leather, and a ball gag, and a handsome rescuer - but she never dreamed this would happen...
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Midnight BST
Xavier International

The skylight on the executive floor slid silently open, as the three black clad figures slipped down the ropes and stood still for a moment.

“All right,” Gretchen said as she looked round, the small light in her hand, “top floor, what have we got here?”

Mike looked round.  “Executive offices by the look of it – There’s Charlotte’s office, one for a Penelope Harker, Lillian Harmon, and the boss lady herself.”

“Secretarial and other offices down this side,” Josias said, “and a meeting room.”

“All right – Mike, bugs in the main offices, meeting room and secretarial phones.  Josias, you’re with me – and keep it quiet.  We don’t want them to know we are here.”

7 pm
Xavier International

“Good evening my friends,” Shirley said as she looked at the camera feed.  “Facial recognition?”

“Working on it,” Heather said as Susan talked to Helen Alderson.

“That’s right Helen – keep Security off the top floor for the moment.  As soon as any of them head down, consider them fair game.”

“The woman and one of the men have gone into Charlotte’s office,” Shirley said, “the other man is going to the secretary room.  I think – yes, he’s going for the phones first.”

“Typical – no imagination,” Heather said with a smile.  “We’ve got names…  Sergeant Gretchen Mitchell, SASS, Corporal Mike Viljoen, and Private Josias Swart.”

“Give me that last one again,” Dominique said as she looked at the screen, and then smiled.

“You know of him?”

“Come across him in the past – one of the best, in John Jacobs’ league.  Wondered what happened to him when he was caught last time.”

“Well,” Shirley said, “let’s see what they do next.”


Placing the last of the listening devices on the phones, Mike made his way into the large conference room, and selected some hiding places for the tiny listening devices.

“Hmmm – video conferencing facility,” he said quietly.  “I’ll let Josias know.”

In Shirley’s office, Josias was searching through the drawers and filing cabinets while Gretchen was checking her diary.

“Busy woman – she’s in New York at the moment, but she has a place in Chelsea as well.”

“Worth a visit?”

“Not unless she becomes of interest,” Gretchen said, “right now our targets are Charlotte Gordon and the company records.  Anything?”

“There’s a file here about a possible agreement to insure some diamond shipments from the south of Mogola.  I’ll take a copy.”

“Could be of interest.  Now, let’s look in Charlotte’s office.”

They made their way back down the corridor and into the IT specialist’s office.

“Nice,” Gretchen said as she looked round, and sat at her terminal.  “Let’s see if I can get in.”

New York

“So she’s their tech specialist?”

“According to her record, yes,” Dom said as she looked at it with Heather.  “So the moment of truth.”

Heather watched her monitor as a connection was made to the cloned system she had created earlier that day.

“Here we go – personnel files, appointments, diaries – and she’s into the copy of Charlotte’s e-mail account.  Hopefully the fake entries we created will satisfy them for a while.”

“Helen, you still getting all this on film?”

“Copy that Dom – all nicely recorded and backed up.”

“Excellent – so what are they doing?”



“Well, she has spent quite a bit of time in South Africa over the last year, according to her diary.”

“Unsurprising,” Gretchen said, “the boss told me she is a patron of that charity that re-located those girls from Mazengwe.  Full marks to her for that.”

“Probably what got her in Xavier’s high books,” Josias said as he photographed some files from her filing cabinet.

“What have you got there?”

“Proposals for a new branch office in Joburg – which explains why she is there now.  But why the interest in Mogola?”

“Well, here’s one reason,” Gretchen said, “look.”

New York


“She’s found it?”

“She’s found it,” Heather said, “now to see if she takes the bait.”

“And the other matter we discussed?”

“Working on that as well,” Heather said as she typed on her keyboard.


“So they want to expand their shipping operations to diamonds from the country?  Why send her?”

“She’s an expert in diamonds, and in the area,” Gretchen said quietly, “I read her file.  I think Miss Xavier learned of that, and uses that knowledge to advise her.”

“Well, can we get back-ups of all this?”

“What do you think I’ve been doing,” Gretchen said as she took a USB stick from the terminal.

“Can you access their videoconferencing software,” Mike said as he came in.

“I’ll upload a patch while I’m downloading the info.  Devices?”

“In the relevant places.  Find something?”

“A few things.  We’re done here – let’s get out.”

The three turned off the equipment and made their way back to the ropes, pulling themselves up before the ropes disappeared.

New York

“Well, the first part went well,” Dom said as she looked at Shirley.

“Helen, ensure only legitimate calls go through the executive office for the meantime – we’ll use the secure net for all other communications.”

“Understood Madame.  Any other instructions?”

“Make sure the monitoring unit on the Chelsea house maintains twenty-four hour cover, and if necessary have an extraction team ready.”

“Understood – I will update you tomorrow, and thank your tech specialist for me.”

“Consider it done,” Shirley said as she ended the call.  “Heather?”

The blonde smiled as she handed Dom and Shirley headsets.

“Lieutenant,” they heard Gretchen say, “We got in.  You can start monitoring now, and we have some Intel we will send in due course.”

“Good work Sergeant,” a female voice said, “I’ll see you all later.”

“Honestly, who do they think they are dealing with here,” Heather said with a smile.

10 pm
Beverley, MA

Rick looked in on the children, smiling as he saw them sleeping peacefully.  This had been a great idea of his wife’s, to hire a house up here for the month while she was doing the background work, and he was polishing the script.

This project – he knew Goldstein only did quality work, but he had read the reports as well, and this bunch of women were absolute psychos – from what he had read, at least one of them was genuinely insane.  Yet, the double robbery in New York last year was rumoured to be linked to the slavery scandal – had they played a role in shutting that down?

Walking out onto the balcony, he looked out at the dark water lapping on the shores.  “Such a peaceful place,” he said to himself before he walked back in – and stopped dead in his tracks.

She was impeccably dressed, in a tailored blue jacket and tight knee length skirt, dark hose and four-inch stiletto heels.  A blue and gold scarf was tied round her neck like a cravat, and he could see a gold pin on her lapel in the shape of a cat, curled up as it seemed to look at Rick.

“Don’t make a sound, you mother fucking puissant,” she growled as she caressed the sawnoff shotgun in her leather gloved hands, her short black hair pressed down by the dark stocking the covered her head.

“Oh shit – the kids…”

“My friends are making sure they behave themselves,” the masked woman purred as she walked forward, “but you – you’re mine.  Your wife has been asking some very awkward questions about me – so I felt you both needed to be reminded that asking after Miss Panther and the Pussycat Gang is not conducive to your fucking health.”

“Cassandra – where is she?”

“Enjoying the company of Miss Puma and Miss Cheetah,” the masked woman said as she walked over, stroking Rick’s chin before she slapped it hard.  “I’m sure the fucking whore will enjoy learning first hand what we can do – as will you, ass kisser.”

From somewhere else in the house, he could dimly hear Cassandra talking with two other women, and he could hear from the tone of her voice she was fearful as well.

Rick started panting, as the masked woman slowly looked him up and down.  “Now, fuckwad, get on your knees and put your hands behind your back.”

“If you hurt one hair on her…”

Rick gasped as he was hit in the stomach with the gun, and dropped to his knees, while the masked woman opened a bag and took out several lengths of brown rope.  Walking behind him, she reached round and placed her hand between his legs, squeezing hard as she said “hands behind your back, or I cut them off and use them to gag you.”

“All…  All right,” he gasped as he slowly moved his hands behind his back, panting, trying to remain calm as he felt the rope digging into the flesh around his wrists, forcing them together as he felt the cords going around and between his arms.

“What… What are you going to do to us,” Rick said as he felt the masked woman pull the rope between his arms.

“None of your fucking business, shitbag,” the woman said, as he felt his arms been pulled together, the rope around his elbows almost making them touch – and then she wrapped it around his chest, pinning his arms to his back as it went around his stomach and his upper arms.  At the same time, he clearly heard Cassie pleading “Please, does it have to be so tight…? No, no, please I’ll be good, don’t…”

He had never had this happen to him before, but the last thing he wanted to do was upset the kids, so he stayed calm, breathing heavily as the ropes tightened still more.

“Hmmm – you’re a strong little fuckwad, aren’t you,” he heard her say as the leather gloved hands reached around and caressed his chest, before pulling his shirt open, the buttons flying off as she pressed his body against hers, her chest forced against his back as she moved to and fro.

“What are you doing,” he gasped, only for her hand to reach down and grip his sac again.

“Did I say you could talk, pisser,” she growled as her hand massaged him, and then squeezed in a sudden grip as Cassie gave out a muffled moan in the other room.

“NNOOOOOO please,” he moaned, and then felt his head pulled back as she pressed the nylon covered lips against his.

“Open that clit sucking mouth of yours,” she said, Rick nodding as he did so, and then felt the taste of a dirty pair of panties as they were pushed into his mouth.

“Fresh from your fuck bitch,” the woman said before she produced a roll of duct tape, and wound it tightly round his head, sealing the silk into his mouth as he started to whimper.

“OH you little fucker – this is turning you on, isn’t it, fuckface,” the woman said, Rick nodding, unable to deny the way his cock was starting to throb.  He was then pulled over onto his back, looking up as the woman stood astride him and squatted down.

“Let’s see just how much of a fuck machine you can be,” she said as she stroked down the inside of his legs with the gun, and then ran the cold metal up between his legs, before reaching down and unfastening his pants.

He was unable to stop her as she used the end of the gun to pull the pants down his legs, and then quivered as she slid the gun barrel into his boxer shorts, using it to pull them down as well.  His wife’s voice has also become more muted, but she could hear the muffled pleas and gasps as well.

“Hmmm,” she said as she pushed his legs apart with the gun, and then knelt down, her leather gloved hand stroking his member, “this really is getting you fucking hard, isn’t you dirty little fucker?”

Rick nodded slowly as he saw her reach for the bag, and take out two more lengths of rope.  Bending his legs, she tied his ankles to his thighs, and then slowly, sensually, started to stroke his cock, feeling the throb in her hand as she said “you want to fuck me, don’t you asswipe?  I’m more of a woman then that sex bitch you call a wife will ever be, aren’t I?”

“Pllssstppp,” Rick moaned as she stood up.

With Rick safely trussed the bitch held her gun to his head. “Now where does fucking Miss Hollywood keep her jewellery?”

“Arrrrthhaaa” the terrified Rick nodded towards the open safe.

“Well isn’t that just fortunate for you that I don’t have to force you to open it mother fucker?” the thief started emptying the contents of boxes into a holdall. “Mmmm cash is always acceptable as well,” she said as she looked at a wad of notes before stuffing them in the bag as well.

“Now is there anything more deserving of my attention?” the robber yanked Rick’s head back by his hair and put the cold steel of her gun against his temple.

“Nnnnaaa!” he shook his head desperately.

“Well isn’t that lucky for you little man, “ she laughed evilly as she stroked his face with the gun barrel.

He heard her screams and called out “Shsmwffufkngswwwww”

“Watch your mouth, shithead,” the Pussycat said as she traced the gun up his chest, and place it against his throat, “or I make a new one.  Got it?  Now shut the hell up and see what a real fucking bitch can do for you.”

She continued to caress his cock, purring as she felt him getting harder and larger, the throbbing rising as she reached under her skirt and started to play with herself.

“Hmmgdddwhtrudngg,” Rick moaned as he closed his eyes, feeling how much the throbbing was beginning to build in pressure, knowing what was likely to happen, as she suddenly pulled her skirt up and moved across him.

“I’m so fucking going to enjoy fucking you, while my friends play with the cow next door,” she breathed as she slipped herself onto him, and gripped him, moving to and fro with him powerless to do anything other than move with her, feeling the pressure increase as she tightened her grip on him, pushing his legs out to the side as she thrust herself down on him.

He could hear Cassandra scream in the other room, even if it was muffled and muted, and he knew as this woman pumped herself up and down on him he would be screaming soon as well.  She was making short gasps as well, and even through the nylon he could see her eyes glaze over.

“HswtjsssduknNNNNNNNNNN” he finally said as he came, his seed flowing into her as she opened her mouth and moaned, her body shaking as she came to a climax with him, and then looked down at him gasping, her eyes ablaze with fire.

As she came off, she reached up and pulled the stocking mask off, removing the black wig at the same time as she looked at him.

“Bloody hell,” Cassie said as she looked at her husband, “that was… Was…”

“Hmnkkw,” he said as he looked at her, and then at the ropes.

“Oh sorry,” she said as she stroked him, “let me sort that out…”

Standing up, she went and fetched a pair of scissors, cutting the band of silver tape away before easing the silk panties from his mouth.

“Shit,” Rick said as he coughed, “you really used a dirty pair of yours.”

“I was in character – it had to be right,” she said as she sat him up.

“So any insights Darling?” Rick asked as she removed his bonds.

“Oh it’s definitely a thrill,” Cassandra said as she removed her jacket, “it’s like you hold someone’s life in your hand and you can indulge in any fantasy that you’ve ever had.”

Standing up, Rick took the robe Cassie offered him, and said “How much of that was acting and how much was genuine?”

“It was all acting at first, but well then something inside took over…”

“I could tell.” Rick laughed.

“Even today, we women are taught that we are the gentler, nurturing sex, but well those feelings are neither, gentle or maternal. They are pure raw power, and I suspect you add theft and murder into the mix then the cocktail once sampled is irresistible.”

“So can I expect regular visits from the Pussycats?”

“Well maybe not regular,” Cassandra kissed her husband, “but to add spice to our life, yes I think I can promise you more.”

“Mmmmm that might be interesting,” Rick kissed her back.

“I really do now have a question I need answering by them.”

“And what is that?”

“Was crime originally meant to be a one off thing? And were they seduced by the thrills? And that’s why they keep doing it?”

“One tiny problem with that,” Rick said, “from what you told me of the trip to Boston, Jan’s contact is not up for playing ball.”

“Oh I’m going to try again,” she said with a smile, “now, fancy sharing a shower?”

Wednesday 12th August
10 am Local Time

Natalya looked out from her suite at the Hilton Tokyo, watching the morning hubbub in the city.

“Truly an amazing place,” she said to herself as she sipped her water, and then returned to the table where she was reviewing the briefing paper she had been sent from London.  Wearing a short sleeved blouse with a wide black leather belt and leggings, she hoped she looked professional and casual at the same time.

“The South Africans are getting interested?  This just gets better and better,” she said to herself as she read the document.  The telephone ringing caught her attention, and as she answered she said “I am expecting them – ask them to come up please, and have coffee for three delivered.”

She closed down her laptop, and stood up, watching out of the window until there was a knock on the door.  She opened it to welcome two women.  One was the same height as her, wearing a short sleeved blue blouse and a knee length grey skirt, hose and heels, her dark hair held back from her face by a clasp.  The other was shorter, with a blonde fringe, and wore a green smock over grey leggings and trainers.

“Hi I’m Jill Hudspeth,” the taller woman said, “I’m with the British Embassy…”

“At least officially she is.” The smaller woman broke in, “I’m Niki Abata, and I run Xavier International’s little branch office here in Tokyo.”

“Madame told me you’d be dropping in.” Natalya smiled as there was another knock on the door.  She went and allowed the waitress to bring the drinks in, smiling as she signed the chitty and bowed before showing the waitress back out.

“Now, where were we,” she said as she poured the coffees.

“We both got the briefing documents, what can we do to help?” Jill asked as they sat around the coffee table.

“Well,” Natalya said, “you can fill me in with some up to the moment intelligence on the Death Dragons.”

“Hitaki Yoshimi is back from his little visit to Macao.” Niki answered. “Our contacts there mentioned he met covertly with an Assistant Deputy Minister from the Ministry of Foreign Trade called Xia Yang.”

Natalya frowned.  “An Assistant Deputy doesn’t sound very senior?”

“We think he’s merely a go between for someone higher up in the ministry.” Jill answered.  “I’m looking into the current People’s Committee structures, trying to trace likely suspects.

Niki looked at her tablet.  “The Death Dragons have their fingers in several pies, gambling, extortion, prostitution, the drug trade…”

“Just to name a few.” Natalya nodded.

“Our estimates have them knee deep in cash, but because of the hostility of older, better established Yakuza’s, with very few opportunities here in Japan to turn it into clean money.”

“As Niki says, we think they are financing the Chinese as a way of both turning dirty money into usable income, but also to curry favour in what they think might be a market ready for their type of operation.” Jill checked a small notebook she carried.

“I’ve seen similar groups at work in Russia.” Natalya nodded. “How many soldiers can the Death Dragons put in the field?”

“Maybe 250, plus say 25 more senior people who actually run and administer the foot soldiers activities.”

“Do they have any idea who we really are Niki?”

“I’m not sure…”

“That I do not like.” Natalya shook her head, “I am HOPING we have at least a certain cloak of anonymity to hide under.”

“I have a contact who might be able to tell me if they’ve heard of Madame X.” Jill spoke.

“Ask, but try and make sure no suspicion is aroused please.”

“Got it,” the British woman nodded.  “So what do you think?”

“I think we should see Yoshimi-san for ourselves – do we know where he likes to unwind at the end of the day?”

“I will arrange a booking,” Niki said.  “And what of Miss Tanaka?”

“I am meeting her this afternoon.  I’ll tell her what we know – see if that particular old family can pinpoint the local field leaders.  We meet in the hotel lobby at seven?”

“I’ll make the necessary arrangements.”
The Ides of August - part 4
Visitors in Aldwych, Rick gets a surprise, and in Tokyo Natalya makes plans...
Hello again – I’m sorry I haven’t been around for a while, but I have spent a fair amount of time over the last couple of months in the US, both for business and for pleasure, and my assistants have been on charge here.

The thing about long flights is they give you time to think and reflect, and in my case it brought to mind some of the most satisfying visits I made in my previous career – and not necessarily in terms of material gain either.

For example, in the early 70’s I got into a house up in Pinner, with the intention of helping myself to some fine pieces.  I got in through the back door, and was pleased to see there was nobody downstairs, but as I walked up I could hear someone talking in one of the bedrooms.  

Looking through a crack in the door, I could see a woman in her early fifties sitting on a bed, wearing a purple sleeveless top and white Capri pants, with a pair of white sandals on her feet.  Sitting either side of her were two young children, wearing yellow one piece sleep suits and smiling as she read them a bedtime story.

I watched and listened for a few minutes, as she read the Dr Seuss tale, and then walked quietly past and into the master bedroom – where I spent a very productive and pleasant few minutes finding her jewellery boxes and placing the contents in my pockets.

I stepped out of the room again, and then made my way along and down the stairs.  The woman had stopped talking, and I resumed she was in the bedroom still, waiting until the children had fallen asleep.

Well, I was half right – the children had fallen asleep.  The wrong part was assuming she was in the bedroom – she was, in fact, sitting on a metal and leather seat in the living room, which the staircase went down into, watching television.

So naturally, she turned and saw me as I got to the bottom of the stairs, and looked at me.  “Good evening,” I remember saying quietly, “I’m very sorry to say that I just robbed you, and now I need to make sure I can get away.”

“Oh,” she said as she looked at me, “and you did this while I was putting my grandchildren to bed?”

“You don’t look old enough to have grandchildren,” I said with a smile.

“Flatterer,” she replied, also smiling, before she said “and how do you propose to stop me raising the alarm?”

“With this,” I said as I took a roll of white tape from my pocket, “please, place your arms on the chair arms.”

As I said, it was a metal chair with leather seat and back, so as she put her arms on the metal armrests I taped them into place at the wrists and elbows, and then knelt down before taping her ankles tightly together, as well as her legs below and above her knees.

“Now,” I said as I looked at her, “put your lips together for me.”

As she did that, I tore off a strip of tape and pressed it down gently over her mouth, with two more strips on top, one slightly below and one slightly above.  Smiling, I wished her a good night, and left her watching the Play for Today.

In fact, I can tell you the exact date – November 1977.  How do I know?  The television play was Abigail’s Party...

A couple of years before that, I was walking in Hendon when I saw a young woman almost hit by a car as it sped along the main road.  As it was, she was forced to fall onto the pavement, and as I ran over to help her I realised she had twisted her ankle.

“Ow,” was exactly what she said when she tried to stand on it, so I asked her where she lived.  She indicated a nearby flat, so being a gentleman I escorted her to her home.  She was wearing a black leather jacket over a blue jumper, a black and white tartan short skirt, white tights and black and white Daneskin shoes.

Anyway, I helped her up the stairs, and into her flat, helping her to sit on a couch and putting her leg up while I went to see if she had some ice in her refrigerator.  When I came back, she had removed her shoes and tights, and sighed as I put the tea towel wrapped around the ice cubes on her ankle.

“I don’t think it’s a sprain even, just a bad bruise,” I said as I looked at it, and then put the cloth back.

“Yeah – feels that way,” she said as she looked at me.  “Why don’t you fix us both some tea?”

As I went to the kitchen and put the kettle on, I noticed on a shelf in the front room a very nice bronze, which even at that time I knew was worth a fair amount.   As I brought the cups through a few minutes later, I said “nice statuette” as I handed her a cup.

“That monstrosity?  I hate it – but it’s a gift from my grandmother, and she expects to see it there.”

“Oh it’s not that bad,” I said as I looked at it, “Early Georgian, a little garish perhaps, but still.”

“You know something of art?”

“A little – why?”

“Do you want it?”

I looked at her, and sat down, sipping my tea before I said “Your grandmother would be upset with you if you sold it.”

“So steal it – I could say someone broke in, made sure I could not stop him taking my purse, and he took that as well.”

“Oh,” I said quietly, “and how would he do that?”

“He’d have to tie me up,” she said as she looked at me, “like on the telly.  You know, wrists and ankles and something over my mouth.”

“Even with a sore ankle?”

She laughed at that, and moved it a little.  “I think you’re right – it’s bruised, not sprained or broken.  If you want to, you can be the robber – think of it as a reward for your chivalry.”

“Well, if you want to play that game – do you have any rope or something?”

“There’s a ball of string in that drawer over there – use that.”

I put my cup down, walked over to the drawer and found the string, and then put the young lady’s hands together in front of her as if she was praying, before I tied the string around and between her wrists.  I then took it down and tied her ankles together, before bringing it back up, cutting the string with some scissors, and tying it off.

Going to the kitchen, I found a clean dish towel and said “Open your mouth please.”

“Fnkuuuelltt,” she said as I pulled the towel between her lips, and tied it off, before taking some money from her purse and the statue, and leaving her to try and get free.

That’s the statue over there, in fact – I never got rid of it.

I also got great satisfaction at times from the discussions I had with those unfortunate enough to be at home when I called.  About a year before that first story, I was in Golders’ Green, having been told by a colleague about a jeweller who was storing a collection of gems in his home.

Now, this was one of those places where I knew I may have to break in while someone was around, but I chose during the day to minimise the chances of the man about the house been home.  I also used this as one of those rare occasions I wore a balaclava mask, again just in case.

Getting in was simple – I climbed onto a low roof outside an upstairs window, opened it with a penknife, and got in.  It turned out to be a young girl’s bedroom, judging by the books on the bookshelf, the stack of Jackie magazines on the floor – and the clothes hanging in the open wardrobe.

There was one other clue that gave it away – the eighteen year old, dark haired girl, wearing a blue sleeveless tank top over a roll neck yellow jumper, red and black striped skirt, and blue tights who walked into the door ten seconds after I had got in.  Now, I deplore physical violence and threats as a rule, but the last thing I needed was a house in uproar, so I walked quickly over, put my hand over her mouth as I closed the door, and said “Not a word, all right?”

She nodded as I looked round, and said “Who else is in the house?”

“Rebecca?  Where are you?”

I pulled Rebecca back with me as what looked like her twin came in, wearing a dress with light brown flecks on white, a white wing collar and thin belt, and a white jumper underneath with white socks on her legs, came in.  She looked at me, and gasped as I said “Close the door, then I need you both to kneel in front of this bed for a few minutes.”

“Is he robbing the house,” she said as Rebecca knelt next to her.

“I think he is, Miriam,” the other girl replied as I took two lengths of cord from my pocket, and used them to secure the wrists of both girls behind their backs.  

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you,” I said as I helped them to stand up, “I just need to know who else is at home?”

“Mother is downstairs,” Miriam said, “we were about to start planning Isaac’s Bar Mitzvah.”

“Your younger brother?”

“Yes – he and father are with the Rabbi now.”

“Then let us go and invite your mother to start the conversation, while I find what I came here for,” I said as I walked behind both the girls, out of the room, down the stairs and into the front room.  As they sat side by side, I took more lengths of cord and secured their ankles together, and then went into the kitchen.

Their mother was wearing a yellow and black tartan jacket over a yellow checked blouse and dark blue pants – and a look of surprise when she saw me, and I told her that her daughters were already tied hand and foot, and she was going to join them.

Which is what she did – I bound her wrists, took her through to join them, and bound her ankles, before I located and started to open the safe, while they did indeed discuss the requirements for the Bar Mitzvah.  It was a fascinating discussion, and I learned a lot, even as I earned a lot.

Sorry – really bad pun.  Anyway, before I left I pressed length of brown sticking plaster over their mouths, wished them well, and got out as quickly as I could.

And then you get the just plain funny – for which we go back to the mid-seventies, and the Angel Twins.

They had appeared in a number of commercials in the UK – in the US, you had the Doublemint Twins, here we had the Angel Twins.  Both in their early twenties, big hair, cute looking – you know, faces that could sell just about anything.

So this was a Friday night, and I had got into their home in Esher – nice, quiet, commuterville Esher.  The house was in darkness, and I soon had managed to open their safe, collect their valuables, and was in the process of searching the upstairs rooms when I heard their front door open and close.

I was dressed well – grey zipped jacket and slacks, black jumper underneath, Chelsea boots, and a winning smile.  So I walked onto the hallway, and could hear the two women downstairs – and I was never so glad of the fact I had closed the safe door and replaced the picture over it.

On the other hand, I needed to be able to get away – and that would mean securing them.  I had a bag with me containing some ropes and things, so I picked it up and slowly walked downstairs, and then into the front room, saying “good evening ladies – please, don’t make a noise, but I’m robbing you?”

“Are you,” one of them said as she looked at me.  She was wearing a long sleeved red blouse, the ends of which were tied under her chest, and – I kid you not – a pair of crocheted shorts, black on her left and white on her right.  Fortunately, her modesty was preserved by the black dancer’s tights she had on underneath, with a pair of stack heeled red suede over the knee boots on top of them.

“Why yes, I am, so please do as I say and we’ll all get along just fine,” I replied as I looked at her twin sister.  She was wearing an ethnic print blouse under a long sleeveless knitted jacket, pale blue in colour, and a matching pair of culottes.  She had an ethnic belt around the waist of the pants, dark tights and black suede over the knee boots.

“A robbery?  Well, this is different,” the other sister said as she stood up, “so are you going to tie us up mister robber?”

“Yes I am – would the two of you like to be together?”

“Any not – makes it easier to escape,” the one in the ridiculous shorts said.

“Not the way I’m going to do it – sit on the floor, back to back, and link arms with each other.”

Which is what they did – after which I tied their wrists together in front of their waists, and then for each of the twins I crossed and tied their ankles tightly together, then tied their legs together below their knees and on top of their boots, before taking a length of rope from their wrists to their knees.  

“Okay – maybe we can’t free each other,” they both said as I used a longer length of rope to bind their upper arms to their sides, and then took two silk scarves from my bag, and used them as cleave gags.

“Have fun trying to,” I said quietly as I left them to struggle, and got away...

One last memory from that time – I was in this shop, under different ownership at the time, when a young woman walked in, wearing a long sleeved white dress, with a short skirt and black trim, a large black hat, black suede boots and a matching handbag.

“Good morning,” the owner said as I looked round, “how may I help you today?”

“I have something which I need an evaluation on,” the blonde haired woman said as she put a black box on the counter, and the man opened it, taking out a gold necklace with an emerald pendant attached to it.  He looked at it, asked a few questions, and then wrote down a quote while asking for the young woman’s address.  

She was local – a mile or so further out of town – so as she finished her business, I went ahead of her and started mine.  After all, the early worm and all that...

Getting into her house was simplicity it self – she had left a small window open at the front, and the house was shielded from the road by trees and a wall, so I put my arm through, opened the other larger window and got in.  It was a very nice house, and very well furnished, so I started to search for any other valuables.

I had a clear half hour start, and was about to leave by the front door when it opened and she appeared in front of me, looking at me as I stood there.

“Ah – unfortunate,” I said as I took her by the arm, pulled her gently into the house and closed the door, “now I have to stop you from raising the alarm while I make my getaway.”

“Oh goody.”

Not, I have to confess, the response I was expecting, as I looked at her.  “I beg your pardon?”

“I said Goody – I want to be held captive by a cat burglar, and you are most definitely a very handsome one.  Didn’t I see you in Arkwright’s?”

“I won’t tell if you won’t,” I said, intrigued by this.  “So how would you like to be stopped?”

“Look in that cupboard on your left – you can use the belts from the coats hanging up in there.”

Looking in, there was indeed a selection of Gabardines and other raincoats, so I took a few of the belts from them, escorted the young lady into the front room and allowed her to place her hat on a table, and then used one belt to tie her wrists together, another around her stomach and arms, a third around her ankles and a fourth around her thighs, below the hem of the skirt as she lay on the Ottoman.

“Very nice,” she said with a smile, “now keep me quiet.”

I went back to the coat cupboard, and took a large green scarf with white checks.  Rolling that into a band, she smiled as I pulled it between her lips, and tied it round her head.

“One more thing,” I said as I picked up the black box, which she had placed next to her hat, and put it in with the rest of the things I had found, before kissing her on the forehead and getting out of the house.

Ah such memories of the best of times – and the times I was of help to others.  On which note, let me help you to some more tea...
The Cat and The Cream
John Jacobs remembers some of his favorite visits, from one of his favorite decades...
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I waited until Mum came down, the nightie looking great on her, as she twirled round.

“I wonder who sent it,” I said as I looked at her, “Sheila?”

“No idea, but if it is, I’m not unhappy,” Mum said with a smile.  “Well, I’m going to bed.   See you in the morning Mark.”

“Yeah – I won’t be too much longer in coming up myself,” I say as I look at you, and smile.

My alarm clock went off at five in the morning – deliberately, as I shut it off and got up, checking to make sure you were still asleep.  Smiling, I slip on a pair of trousers and a sweatshirt, grab the car keys, and slip quietly out.

Sheila Cann lives in a one floored house a few blocks away from our house, and as I pulled up into her driveway I was grateful it was still dark outside.  Putting on a pair of leather gloves, I got out of the car, collecting a paper bag I had put in there last night, and walk up to the garage, slipping in through a side door and into the house.

It was still in darkness, as I made my way into the hallway, up the stairs and into Sheila’s bedroom, where she was still sleeping.  Slowly, I moved over, looked at her and then placed my gloved hand over her mouth.

“Hmgddd,” she whimpered as she suddenly opened her eyes, and looked at me.

“Not a word,” I said quietly, “get up, and put something over your body.”

As she nodded, I took my hand away, and she slipped out of bed, putting a red dressing gown on over her naked body, and then looking at me.

“Don’t move,” I then said as I opened the paper bag, took out a roll of flesh coloured tape and tore a strip off, pressing it over Sheila’s mouth, before turning her round and crossing her wrists behind her back.

Taking some ropes, I tied them tightly together, and then wrapped the rope around her waist to lick her arms to her back.  I then bent down, and tied some rope around her legs below her knees, so that they were secured but she could still walk.
“Put those slippers on,” I said, watching as she shuffled over and put on a pair of red mule slippers, and then I escorted her down the stairs, out into the dark and into my car, strapping her into the passenger seat before I went back into the house.

I picked up her door keys, and a small leather holdall, before locking the door and coming back, opening the holdall and putting the car keys in before I placed that in the trunk, and got behind the wheel.

“Not a word,” I said, Sheila nodding as I set off and returned home...

I looked in on Sheila, closed the door and then went down to the kitchen.  It was seven am, so I just had time to get some coffee brewing before I went for the next part of the plan.

Walking back up the stairs, I opened the door to mum’s room and walked in.  She was lying on the bed, curled up and fast asleep, as I tore a strip of the flesh coloured tape from the roll, and then pressed it gently over her mouth.

I listened as she started to breathe through her nose, and then crossed her ankles before I tied them firmly together with the white rope.  Her own legs below her knees were next, the rope going between her limbs as well, before I tied it off and rolled her onto her back, making sure her head was to one side.

Moving her arms behind her back, I wrapped some rope around them below her elbows and pulled then gently together, securing them as they nearly touched, and then her wrists, before I bent her legs back and tied her ankles to her elbows.  Rolling her back onto her side, I made sure she was alright before I left the room, leaving the door open.

When I returned, I had Sheila in my arms, rope holding her arms to her sides as it went above and below her chest, and her ankles secured together.  I laid her quietly down beside mum, and as she looked at me and nodded I pulled her ankles back and tied them to her chest ropes.

I caught a glimpse of her chest under her dressing gown as it opened slightly, but I did nothing, except to leave them, Sheila looking at mum as I closed the door and went back downstairs.

The coffee was brewed, and as I carried a mug through to the front room I could hear them trying to talk to each other – so I turned the television on, sat back and watched an anime as I drank my hot coffee.


I looked up at the door as the film finished to see mum looking at me, a black dressing gown wrapped round her.

“Oh hi mum,” I said in a nonchalant way, “good sleep?”

“Want to explain to me why I woke up bound and tape gagged with Sheila beside me?”

“Nope – why, are you complaining?”

“I’m not complaining,” she said as I stood up, “I just want to know why it happened?”

“Ask Sheila,” I said as I picked up my car keys, “I’m going to pick up some fresh muffins.  Be back in fifteen.”

I walked past, nodding to Sheila as she came down the stairs, and went to the bakery, returning to find the two of them talking in the kitchen.

“All right, I get it now,” mum said as I placed the box of muffins on the table, “Sheila and I are spending today together.”

“In more ways than you can think of,” I said with a smile, “although I expected you to get out of those ropes more quickly.”

“Yes, well, I might have been slightly distracted,” Sheila said with a grin, mum nodding as they looked at each other.

“All right, all right - so the deal is I have four scenarios ready, for you to enjoy – and you will enjoy them.  In return, you two will have a quiet, intimate meal tonight while I clear out.  So, eat, drink, and then I believe Sheila has something for you to wear for the first scenario.”

Mum looked at Sheila, who just smiled as I grabbed a muffin, and went to get ready.

I was in the kitchen, making the final preparations for what I was going to do when I saw mum and Sheila walk down the stairs – looking amazing.  Mum was wearing a pair of daisy dukes, with a cheesecloth blouse that had the front tied under her chest, and skin tight tan knee length leather boots, while Sheila was wearing a crochet waistcoat over a brown velvet top and hot pants, with over the knee tight brown suede boots.

Quite a different look for her, it had to be said, as I looked at my supplies, and waited until they had spent a few minutes together in the front room.

I then put the domino mask over my eyes, picked up the toy pistol, wondered what Sam would say if she could see this, and walked into the front room, a bag in one hand and the pistol in the other.

“OH MY GOD,” Sheila called out as I looked at them both, “who are you and what are you doing in the sorority house?”

“None of your business little ladies,” I said quietly as Mum and Sheila held each other, “just do as you’re told and nobody gets hurt, all right?  You want to make your valentine’s dates tonight, in one piece, don’t you?”

They nodded as I put the bag down, opened it up and took out two red silk scarves.  “Take these,” I said as I looked at them, “roll them up and tie a knot in the middle.”

“Why,” Sheila said as she caught one of them.

“Just do it, lady,” I said in a menacing voice, watching as they did what I had commanded them to do.

“Good – now put the knot between your teeth, and tie the band tightly around your head.  I need you both to be nice and quiet from now on.”

Looking at me, and then at each other, they gagged themselves, and then caught the lengths of red rope I tossed over to them.  

“Now tie your ankles together, nice and snugly – and do a good job, or I will have to do it for you.”

I watched as they both bent their legs and secured their ankles, making sure they cinched it by taking the rope between their legs as they did so, a darker shade of red appearing between their lips.

“Now your legs, below your knees,” I said as I handed them a second length of rope, watching as they tied the second band round.

“All right – now one of you is going to tie the other’s wrists behind their back.  Who wants to be tied?”
Midnight BST
Aldwych, London

“The old man must be crazy.” Josias Swart said as he looked at the outside of the Xavier International building, “That damn place is a fortress.”

“He wants it bugged, and for us to copy as much as we can,” Gretchen Mitchell reminded her subordinate, “and don’t I remember something about him taking you out of gaol because you were the best burglar in Cape Town.”

“I was completely innocent of all charges…”

“Ja, at least that’s what his pardon says,” Mike Viljoen chuckled quietly.

“So what’s our best way in?”

“Over the roof from the kirk next door, and down from above.” Josias looked nervous.

“That church looks like a stiff climb.” Gretchen appraised the state of the masonry as they walked round.  “Wonderful architecture, but still…”

“You’ve done harder,” the black clad Josias climbed up onto a low wall, pulling the other two up behind him.

“Along here and then up on top of that porch?” Gretchen asked.

“Ja,” Josias nodded, watching as his two fellow agents made it to safety.

“Well okay so far.” Mike whispered.

“The hard part is to come, up that drainpipe.” Josias pointed. “Look I’ll go first, when I’m up you follow me Sarge, then you Mike?”

“Seems like a plan to me,” Gretchen nodded.

The tall man started to make his way up the drainpipe, unaware of the security camera that was watching them…

7.30 pm EST
Park Avenue

Maisha picked up the telephone and said “Xavier residence?

“One moment please,” she said as she went into the drawing room, where Shirley was reading a book.

“Aunt Shirley, it’s London, they say it’s urgent.”

“Thank you Maisha,” Shirley said as she took the offered phone.  “This is Shirley Xavier.”

“Madame it’s Helen Alderson.”

“Yes Helen,” Shirley said as she turned the page, “what is wrong?”

“Monitors have picked up three people scaling St Bridget’s, from what I can hear from the microphones on the church, they are South Africans.”

“Wonderful,” Shirley said as she leaned back, “Colonel Vosloo’s people.”

“After what was sent over this afternoon I’m guessing so.” The Night Security Chief replied.

“We must really have pricked his interest.”

“I think so Madame.”

“The trick is to scare them off without giving them reason to suspect what we have to keep secret…”

“Agreed.  We could put a night watchman on the roof, have him shine a torch?”

“That might scare them away tonight, but they’d be back.”

“But scare them away tonight, would give us time tomorrow to carefully prepare what they do actually see…”



Shirley slowly sat forward.  “That is actually a very good thought Helen, okay make them think they had just a bit of bad luck tonight, I’ll call senior staff in, and tomorrow night we will be prepared for them.”

“Okay Madame.”

As she ended the call, Shirley said “Maisha, can you get Susan at home and ask her to come over, I need to ring Heather.”

“Alright Aunt Shirley.”

Dialing a number, she waited and then said “Heather it’s Shirley, what time is the first plane out of Boston to New York in the morning?’

Tuesday 11th August
2.30 pm Local Time

As Natalya cleared customs, she emerged into the crowded airport, looking round carefully.  She had travelled in a white blouse and cream trouser suit; with her feet now safely back in her brown leather pumps, her Jameson bag over her shoulder as she wheeled her case.

“Miss Kosolov?”

She turned to see a Japanese gentleman next to her, who bowed and said “Miss Tanaka welcomes you to Tokyo, and asks if you will follow me?”

“Of course,” Natalya said as she bowed in return, the man taking her case as they walked to the road outside.  A chauffer, immaculately dressed in a dark suit, white shirt and dark tie, opened the rear door of a limousine, and as Natalya got in she saw a dark haired Japanese woman sitting there, dressed in a jacket and skirt.

“On behalf of my father, welcome to Tokyo Natalya,” Tamiko Tanaka said.  “Accommodation has been reserved for you at the Tokyo Hilton, and I hope you will do me the honor of joining me for dinner later today.”

“The honour would be mine,” Natalya said as she sat down.

“May I offer you some sake,” Tamiko said as the man placed Natalya’s case in the trunk of the car, and then sat in the front with the chauffer.

“Thank you,” Natalya said as she accepted the cup, while the car set off.  She took a sip, and said “perfect.”

“This is your first time on our city, Natalya?”

“It is, and I look forward to a productive and mutually beneficial visit,” Natalya said as they drove into the city.

“Okay I can see why Dominique might not have been appropriate to send here to Tokyo,” Natalya thought to herself as she glanced up at the huge billboards carrying pictures of Caroline Jameson.

“How was your flight Natalya?”

She looked over and said “It was fine, but a trifle long Miss Tanaka.”

“Please call me Tamiko, I have a certain preference for informality.”

“Alright Tamiko it is then.”

“So how much has Madame X and your superiors told you, and what are your instructions Natalya?”

“I’ve been pretty well briefed thank you, and I’m really just here gathering intelligence.” Natalya had been firmly instructed to give the Japanese as little information as possible, and to play her cards very close to her chest.

“Oh I’d assumed that you had been given a degree of independent executive authority?”

“No, I have London and New York both keeping me on a tight leash.”

“Is that so?” Tamiko Tanaka slipped her sunglasses down over her eyes.

“Of course, should the need arise for a quick decision, I am authorized in that respect, but I am here to learn and to liaise with you, so that the best solution for all to our concerns can be found.”

“Of course,” Tamiko said with a smile, “we can get to know each other over dinner later.”

“I look forward very much to that,” Natalya replied.  Both Penny and Shirley had warned her about this woman – and in one meeting, she could see why.

9 am Local Time

“Report from London is on your desk Sir.” Elizabeth spoke as the colonel arrived for work. “Sheer bad luck I think that a nightwatchman was on the roof having a smoke, they will make another attempt tonight.”

“Good,” the colonel glanced at the paper. “What news from our man in Mogola?”

“He still hasn’t got a clue what is going on that might be attracting attention sir. Karobu is still the sleepy cesspool of corruption he says it has always been.”

For a few moments the colonel leaned back in his chair. “Are there any big fish swimming in that cesspool Elizabeth?”

“Let me think…the Chinese have an economic stake in the place, but its miniscule compared to what they are doing in other countries…an American oil company has shown a little interest in a couple of test holes offshore…one of the Japanese tire companies has some interest in the rubber plantations near the coast.  The big company of course has diamond dredging interests in the very far south of the country.”

“But basically it’s still an underdeveloped country with little in the way of resources to attract outsiders?”

“That’s my analysis sir.”

“So was Mazengwe – and look what happened there,” John said as he sat down.  “We are missing something Elizabeth, I can feel it in my bones…”

“Sure it’s not just the cold morning air sir?”

“I may be getting old Elizabeth, but I’m not yet that bad.” John Vosloo smiled. “Look - try getting me any reports on ships and planes coming into Karobu, let’s see if we can see anything unusual there.”

“How far back sir?”

“Shall we say the past year?”

“Alright sir.” Elizabeth saluted and left.

“No country is that damn sleepy.” The colonel muttered to himself.

9 am

“Our biggest problem you know will be arrival and departure?” Juliette looked at Doc’s footage on the computer while she fed Judith her breakfast.

“It will be hard at any time of day to be standing out in State St. wearing stocking masks.” Anna commented. “And all staff are let in and out that one door.”

“Hence why you say that for once our target needs be the people who man the service entrance at the rear?”

“It’s the only feasible point of entry in my opinion.” Doc sipped her coffee, “I’ve looked at this, I’ve profiled the staff, Heather has done the same, our only real option is get let in the back by an inside person.”

“So whom? And bribery, or extortion?” Carina asked.

“Maybe both?” Doc smiled. “Heather has found out one of the security guards is in deep with a bookie with ties to the Irish Mob…with Madame’s contacts I’m sure we can apply pressure.”

“Alright.” Juliette nodded, “and the other pressure?”

“I say that Ron Esmond, the chief of security, gets a phone call from his wife that she and their three pretty daughters are being held captive, and that he needs co-operate or else?”

“I like your thinking Anna.” Carina smiled broadly.

“Well, we have to meet tomorrow now anyway – Heather’s been called urgently down to New York.  So we meet at eight – and we decide then.”

10.30 am
St Angela’s

“Welcome,” Wilhelmina said as Grace, Sarah and Harriett came into the entrance hall, “this is Kate Hardisty, my deputy principal.  Kate, may I introduce Grace Brand, Sarah Nightingale and Harriet Craig, soon to be formerly of Downwood School in the UK.”

“Pleasure to meet all three of you,” Kate said, “especially you Grace – your care and concern for Jeannie was appreciated last year.”

“Not that she needed it by all accounts,” Sarah said as she looked at the plaque on the wall.  “This is the award for the film you made, correct?”

“That’s right – why don’t I give you the tour of the building, and then we can sit and discuss terms.”

“Are many of the staff around at the moment,” Grace said as they walked into the assembly room.

“A few, mainly those who are taking responsibility for the freshmen class this year.  We welcome them a fortnight on Thursday, but the rest of the staff will start coming in over the next week.”

“Any word on when Annie will be starting?”

“Not until Monday – she is still at the Track and Field camp until this Saturday and returns on Sunday.”


“Annie Kelly, one of our math teachers.  I believe you visited Juliette Huntingdown last night for dinner?”

The two women nodded as Grace said “Annie is Carina’s partner.  She lives in the Village, near the place Sandy told us about last night.”

“We’re going to have to pay a visit to this neighbourhood,” Sarah said as they walked into the library, and she looked along the shelves.  “Any problems with access to certain books?”

“No – although technically we are a Catholic college, I do not condone censorship.  We strongly believe to face life, you need to be aware of what is out there.”

“Good,” Sarah said with a smile.

“Now, why don’t I show you the Science labs?”

“So,” Kate said as they sat in the teachers’ lounge, “think you can contribute to our family here?”

“I hope so – and I can’t thank you enough for being so open to us coming,” Harriet said as she sipped her coffee.

“Well, you came approved by at least one of our most famous pupils,” Wilhelmina said.  “I have already spoken with the trustees, and we welcome you with open arms, provided the green cards can be sorted.”

“I’m seeing someone later today who can help with that,” Grace said with a smile.  “Can you give us an idea of the likely syllabi we would have to teach?”


“We suggest you take freshmen and sophomore classes for the first semester,” Kate said as she handed Sarah and Harriett some documents.  “I hope these subjects meet with your approval?”

The two women looked through the documents, nodding as they did so.

“Grace, by becoming Dean you join Kate and myself on the management team,” Wilhelmina said, “but, as requested, we have a Spanish class for you taking the Junior year.  Your duties as Dean, however, will include a fair amount of training in the first few months.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less,” Grace said with a smile, “but anything I can get on with now?”

“Dangerous thing to ask – you may wish to familiarize yourself with the college application process, to aid our Seniors, and also the local legal requirements.”

“That’s enough to be going on with,” Harriet said with a smile.

“Now, about extra curricular activities…”

11 am
Xavier International

“The SAIS?  Oh boy – not the sort of people you want calling on you at any time, never mind the middle of the night.  What does Charlotte think?”

“She is naturally concerned,” Shirley said as she looked at Heather, “and I would not have called you down if I did not need your assistance, with everything else that is going on.”

“So what’s the game plan?”

“Well,” Susan said, “we’re going to work on the assumption that they want to find out why we are interested in Mogola, and why Charlotte is there on business from us.  We’ve prepared a cover story that indicates we’re investigating some insurance issues for a client in the area, and setting up a local office, but we need the archives to properly reflect dates and so on.”

“Not a problem,” Heather said, “I can sort that out for you, but what else have you got in mind?”

“Penny and Lily are pulling together the paper version for our files, but we know they’re going to try and hack the system.  The undernet is fairly secure, but can we point them in the right direction remotely?”

“Hmmm – create a local clone of the public server, and route the machines to that clone for the night?”

“Can it be done in…”  Shirley looked at the clock, “six hours?”

“We use the daily backup,” Heather said as she stood up.  “Susan, I’ll need access to the server here – and get Lily online.  I need to tell her what to do at her end.”

“Oh – and Natalya has been in contact to confirm she has met our Tokyo liaison.  She was mildly impressed.”

1 pm


Sarah and Harriet picked up a pen each and signed the letters, then watched as Grace signed hers.

“Good – we now need the green cards sorted, but I invite you to start preparing now.  When will you move over here?”

“We return on Thursday to the UK, but provided the apartment is ready we’ll be here for the start of term,” Sarah said.

“I’ll be staying with Juliette in Beverley from Sunday, so I will be available to come in next week and meet the rest of that staff,” Grace said.

“Excellent – we’ll deal with the rest of the details when you join us permanently.  For now, enjoy your stay and the rest of your time here,” Wilhelmina said as they shook hands, before Kate showed them out.

“No going back now,” Harriet said as they looked outside.

“Nope – right, I need to go and see my agent at 3.  Why don’t we get something to eat – I hear there is a very good Italian place a couple of streets over…”

3 pm
Norstar Agency

“Hello Grace,” Missy said as she walked round, embracing and kissing the blonde, “I hear you are moving here permanently now?”

“Looks that way – did Mother talk to you?”

“She did – we’ll do all we can to make things as smooth as possible for you.  She’ll call you later with some contacts to take care of your home in England, and that of your friends as well.”

“I’ll thank her when I see her – but my friends and I are going to need your help here as well,” Grace said as she sat down.

“Oh?  How can I be of service?”

“Missy,” Grace said as she leaned forward, “can I beg you to use your renowned contacts within the Immigration Department to not only get the terms of my Green Card changed so I can teach as well as model, but to obtain cards for Harriet and Sarah as well?”

“It’s a little out of my contacts line,” Missy thought, “but from what you described of your conversation with Wilhelmina Tennant, then I can maybe pull a few strings.”

“Thank You.” Grace smiled. “They both went to the wall with me, I feel I owe them this.”

“What about accommodation?”

“Sandy Richmond has offered me a three bedroom near where Caroline Jameson lives down in the village, from her description it’s a very nice apartment.”

“If it’s a Richmond Trust property then I know it is.”

“So to help pay the rent, what can you offer me in the way of model bookings that might fit round my teaching schedule?”

“Oh I think I can find you a few bits.”  Missy looked at her diary, then at Grace and smiled.  “Are you up to auditioning for New Mode tomorrow?”

“Hmm,” Grace said quietly, “is Pippa Ashley still the senior fashion editor there?”

“She is.”

“You know she hates my guts from way, way, back.”

“I remember the argument.”  Missy smiled and said “But how many years has it been now?”

“Probably not enough for her.  So what makes you think that she will hire me?”

“Well, there is the fact that the shoot is with Christian Wellmann…”

“Ah I see…as always there is method in your madness Missy,” Grace smiled, “do you think I can still talk Christian into wanting to photograph me?”

“Why not? You never had any trouble in the past, and I spoke with him quietly…”

“Has he forgiven me for walking out on him in Geneva?”

“He says that now he knows the full story he does.”

“Well I’ll go audition for them…What time?”

“Eleven tomorrow morning.”

“Much competition for the job?”

“A little, but irrelevant if Christian wants to hire you.”

“Well, may as well announce my new presence fully – at their offices?”

Missy nodded as she sat back.  “So, the Village?  Maybe you should drop in on Caroline while you are here…”

3 pm
Beverley, MA

“Hello?  Anyone home?”

“Oh hello Cassandra,” Juliette said as she came in from the garden, “did your parents get away all right?”

“They did – and dad’s looking forward to your words,” Cassandra Stone said as she came in.  “Rick and the kids are getting settled, but I wondered if I could have a word with you as well.”

“Sure – what about?”

“How upset do you think Sandy would be if I asked her to remember what happened when the Pussycat Gang robbed that charity event she went to?”

“Still trying to get some background material?”

“In a way – I haven’t given up hope that Jan can use her contacts again to get some further insight.”

“When do you see her again?”


8 pm
The Brewster townhouse

“I can’t thank you enough for giving the three of us refuge, Barbara,” Grace said as she collected the dinner plates.”

“Hey – you were the backbone of Jeannie’s support in Harlow.  This is repaying the favour.”

“We’ll leave you to discuss things,” John said as he helped Barbara to take the dishes through, while the three women went into the front room.

“Well ladies,” Grace said, “honest opinions…what do you think?”

“I couldn’t believe it when Wilhelmina apologised for the age of some of the equipment in the laboratories.” Harriet said as she shook her head, “those are facilities that are out of this world compared to what we have back home.”

“And a library of that quality, my university didn’t have one that good.” Sarah shook her head as well.

“I know you went to a posh girls school yourself Grace,” Harriet said, “but for those of us educated in ordinary comprehensives, that was a culture shock.”

“Well other then the facilities,” Grace said, “what else did you think?”

“I couldn’t believe that salary.” Sarah nodded, “That’s over twice what I make at Downwood.”

“I couldn’t believe that I get such freedom as to what I teach, that I’m not tightly bound by a set curriculum.” Harriet looked at some of the papers she laid out on the coffee table.

“The rent on the apartment is a little steep.” Sarah picked up what Sandy had given them.

“Not by Manhattan standards, that’s a friends and family rate, and split three ways I think we can comfortably afford it.”

“I agree Grace.” Harriet nodded.

“I can supplement it as well, but I really think we can make this work – so long as you don’t mind rooming with me.”

“No problem on my part,” Sarah said, “I get to be the kid in the house…”

“Let’s just ask ourselves what we are giving up back in Harlow?” Grace looked reflective. “Sarah you are giving up a championship team that you almost alone created, a boyfriend…”

“An ex boyfriend Grace, I gave him the boot when I found his porn collection….pervert!”

“I’m a widow Grace, and you’ve lived alone as long as I’ve known you.”

“The good doctor or not,” Grace said, “I’m giving up being a head.”

“But a headmistress with a very limited life expectancy, and I get the impression Wilhelmina is a very collegial leader, and you’ll be part of that team.” Harriet replied.

“And the fact that you’ve known the Head of the Board of Trustees since she was a young woman…that’s a plus too.” Sarah nodded.

“Still it’s very unfamiliar to both of you, I’ve lived here before, but this is a totally new culture for both of you…”

“I think I rather relish a new challenge at this time of my life.” Harriet interrupted.

“And coming back to my football team, I get a chance to build a new team, and from what Carina was telling me, in Ama Jameson I have a real star to build a team round.”

“And the theatre life, the culture, the music…”

“Well if we are all agreed?”

“Wouldn’t have signed the letter of intent if we weren’t ready.”

“She’s right,” Harriet said, “Time to move on.  The school will survive without us.”

“Right then – you go back Thursday, and take my letter of resignation with you.  I’ll come out the following week for a few days to pack my clothes and things, and we move in that weekend.  It also gives us a chance to say goodbye to those we need to say goodbye to.”

“So,” Barbara said as she came in, “decided.”

“Yeah – when are you going to break the bad news to Jeannie?”

“Not yet – for now, let’s celebrate.”  She produced a bottle of champagne and four glasses, smiling as she closed the door.
The Ides of August - part 3
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