Gracinne Chandler in The Mystery of Enoch's Tomb

By Julius Tyme

Hermaphrodite and, international heroine Gracinne Chandler continues to pursue the source of her mysterious powers. As she searches, her arch enemy continues to pursue her and, the friends whom lives she saved. Working on cases for the international community of nations during the peak of the Climate Change phenomena, she often finds overlapping interests with her personal life. As she and, her crew test fortune and themselves during the search, none of them knew their efforts would bring them face to face with knowledge that could destroy conventional religion and, change the world. Through it all, Gracinne must manage challenges internal to her organization and, the hearts of everyone she knows. What will she find in Japan and, Tanzania? How does the Dead Sea Scrolls factor into solving her puzzle?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Julius Tyme
• Release date: Sep 14, 2016
• ISBN: 9780996357128

Julius Tyme

Julius Tyme is a man that is just finding his literary voice in the genres of fiction, after a long career writing for government and business. He loves traveling and, observing people of different societies. He holds multiple university degrees and, has accumulated many stories to share from his experiences. He has lived for a time in each of four corners of the United States including Hawaii, but won’t say which he prefers. When not writing, the author enjoys hiking, bicycling and, playing Chess. He doesn’t smoke, but enjoys a good liqueur or Brandy. For more information about Mr. Tyme, read his Smashwords interview.

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GRACINNE CHANDLER

IN

THE MYSTERY OF ENOCH'S TOMB

Copyright 2016 Julius Tyme

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This book is wholly a work of fiction. It is intended for adult audiences 18 years of age and above. It contains text describing violence, adult language and, descriptive sexual situations. Although geographic locations may actually exist, all characters, and events are fictitious. Any similarity to situations, names or, descriptions of any actual person or persons, is solely coincidental. The Author, his agents or, publishers shall not be responsible for the distribution of this work to minors by others whom they have no control over. Distribution to minors under the age of 18 may be a violation in some states and/or, of federal laws.

Table of Contents

Ch. 1 – Getting Underway

Ch. 2 – A Sister's Transit

Ch. 3 – To Kill a Killer

Ch. 4 – Kilimanjaro

Ch. 5 – Prelude to the Truth

Ch. 6 – The Father She Never Knew

Ch. 7 – The Book of Enoch

Ch. 8 - The Atlantis Connection

Ch. 9 – The Tomb of Enoch

Ch. 10 – Desserts

Ch. 11 – New World vs Old World

Ch. 12 – Short Strokes

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Ch. 1 – Getting Underway

Natasha Alexandrov was sitting at a sidewalk table of a cafe in France. In the backdrop, the Eiffel Tower loamed beneath an overcast sky made gloomier by gusts of chilling wind. Natasha sipped strong hot Expresso from a small cup as she read the news from a local paper she divided, laying half of it over her semiautomatic handgun to conceal it, on the table beside the plates of butter and hard biscuits. A long black wool knit coat worn over a white cotton turtleneck blouse, black leather pants and, knee high black, high-heeled boots protected her from the breeze. A floppy black knit cap concealed all of her fire red locks of hair except two long curls that framed her pale white face.

Without warning, a man in a grey overcoat, hat and, glasses was sitting down in the seat across from her at the table. Natasha hurriedly put down her cup and reached for the gun under the newspaper, but the man was faster. He slapped his hand down over hers on top of the pages before she could close her fist around the grips.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," he said.

Natasha quickly looked around, expecting him not to be alone.

The man spoke again, "I am not here to harm you Ms. Alexandrov. I am here to help you."

With her free hand gripping the edge of the table ready to flip it over, Natasha glared at the man, "Who are you? What do you want with me?"

Still holding Natasha's hand pinned to the table beneath the newspaper, the man said, "I can't very well get into answering your questions if you shoot me, can I? The man felt Natasha's hand relax slightly under the paper. He glanced at her other hand and nodded to it. You can relax your grasp of the table too. I am really here as a friend," he said.

Natasha moved her free hand from the edge of the table, sat back and, picked up a biscuit but, kept her other hand under the newspaper on her gun as she kept her gaze on the man.

The man relaxed his grip on Natasha's gun hand but not entirely then said, "My name is West. I represent certain powerful people in Washington that have a job for you."

Natasha keyed in on the word 'Washington' and completed her grip on her gun, instantly detected by the man who also tightened his grip.

"Please allow me to explain. If you don't like what you hear, you can shoot me later," he said.

When the man felt Natasha fully release her grip on the gun, he patted her hand and, moved his hand toward a large manila envelope he had placed on the table with his other hand. He opened the envelope and pulled out an eight by ten size photograph, sliding it over to her side of the table. "I'm sure you are familiar with this person," he said.

Natasha tried to hide a scowl during her recognition of the photo of Gracinne Chandler laying before her. Taking a small bite of the biscuit she held and, attempting to present a Poker face, she said, "Many people are familiar with this woman. She is always in the news these days. So what?"

Mr. West smiled before saying, "We know of your, shall we say special relationship with her. The people I represent believe she poses a threat to their interests and, want that threat removed. They are willing to provide money and support."

Natasha smirked and leaned forward, placing her elbow on the table and, using the biscuit as a pointer toward the man. She spoke with a heavy accent reflecting her birth origins from the regions once controlled by Russia, "I have tried to kill this person before, with money and, support. Now those who once supported me, want to kill me. She is not so easy to dispose of. She is some sort of super bitch or something. Why come to me?"

West answered facetiously, "Haven't you watched TV at all? Every super villain and, super hero has a weakness. As to why you; simple, you know her better than anyone we can get our hands on right now; that is, without creating an increase in security and, awareness in her camp. With our help, you will be in the best position to find her weaknesses, and exploit them. We don't need to worry about twisting your arm. We believe you want another shot at revenge. Are we wrong?"

Natasha put the biscuit to her lips but before taking a bite she said, "Let's just say I am now listening. What kind of threat is she to your people? How much money, and support are you offering?"

West said, "Good, let me freshen your Expresso. You should know what you are risking your life for." He called a waitress over, ordered a cup of American style coffee for himself and, a refill of Natasha's cup. When the waitress left, he explained, "My interested parties believe that this woman poses the threat of changing the landscape in religion, human sciences, and most importantly, socio-political economics, especially in the Indian/African regions. My interested parties like things just the way they are, no new doors of social opportunity and, no questions that cast doubt on established religion."

As the man spoke, Natasha noticed that he was what she considered to be, a handsome man, with dark brown hair under his hat, very bushy brown eyebrows, a thick brown mustache, and blue eyes.

Listening closely, she heard him say, "The people I represent will provide a private plane, any papers you need, a team of men with training that is far better than the previous people you worked with, equipment and, let's say five million dollars to start. I have a first installment right here." Mr. West reached into the manila envelope and pulled out a smaller white envelope. He slid it over to her on the table.

Chewing the last of her biscuit followed by a sip from her cup, Natasha put the cup down and, picked up the envelop fanning through its contents of thousand dollar bills.

Mr. West said, "There's two hundred thousand dollars there."

Natasha chuckled then said, "Hmmm, American dollars, easily traceable. No, give me clear, unmarked diamonds." She took one thousand dollar bill from the wrapped bundles then, slid the envelope back to Mr. West.

West sat back in his seat, making a thoughtful frown. "It will take me a little time to make that arrangement but, does this mean you will take the assignment?"

Natasha answered, "I am still thinking. She put the one thousand dollar bill to her nose and took a long sniff. Hmm, American money has nice smell. She folded the bill, and put it into the small handbag sitting on her lap. She smiled at Mr. West and asked, What about my prior business partners?"

Mr. West smiled and said, "There is a mission underway right now that will resolve that issue for you. When its done, you should have nothing to worry about from that group."

Smiling again, Natasha leaned forward and placed both her hands on the table clasping them. "You are a very handsome man. I never accept work from a man before I bed them."

West raised his bushy eyebrows and smiled. He leaned forward shuffled the money envelope back into the larger manila envelope then, placed a hand over Natasha's while saying, "Then let me take you to dinner tonight where we can discuss final closure of the deal."

***

In Tanzania, a Black man wearing tattered clothes, stood atop the highest peak of Mount Kilimanjaro at noon of each day, shouting at the sky. To the amazement of tourists, as the man, seen from a distance through binoculars shouted and, reached for the heavens, clouds gathered and, lightning began to streak from them downwards to the peak. At first, no one was hurt during the display but after a few days, the lightning began to strike cars, poles and then, recreational runners on the mountainside. Every day, after about twenty minutes of the dangerous display, the man would seem to vanish. The lightning would stop and, the clouds would disperse. There was normally never any rain above four thousand feet up the mountain. During the man's display, the lack of rain seemed to make the lightning issue worse. After a week, the Tanzanian government started closing the mountain to tourists until after the display. Every day, the government tried to capture the man but failed, even when they waited for him to appear. It seemed he was a ghost.

***

Since Gracinne's best friend and business partner Roxie, now had her own command, Chandler and Rodriguez Enterprises, Inc. wound up hiring fifteen new people. The new hires would fill vacancies aboard the ships Chandiki and, Sun Seeker. Six people to give the Sun Seeker a total crew if eight, not including security officers and, five more to serve in an active reserve status, leaving four for assignments to the Chandiki crew.

Gracinne's biggest issue was to choose who would take Roxie's place as First Officer aboard the Chandiki. After considering Tanya Yildiz a Turkish woman, and Margerie Sims an Caucasian American woman, the two most qualified choices as well as, original crew since taking the ship. She decided on Margerie. Between the two women, only Margerie had gone the extra mile with loyalty in her opinion. However, Tanya was trustworthy and, would be promoted to the position as Navigator.

Gracinne also needed a new Master-at-Arms. She wanted Tonya Shala, her only Black South African crewmember to fill that role, but Tonya wanted to be an Engineer. Gracinne had to make it possible for her to fill both roles, while also standing periodic Bridge watches, to get Tonya to agree. Tonya accepted the tough schedule when Gracinne told her she would make one of her favorite Gurkha guards, assistant for Tonya's the M.A.A. duties. She appointed Gurkha Kalden to the assistant position and, he eagerly accepted the role.

The number of new hires was more than Gracinne planned for, but they had to make it work. A new woman, a shapely but slightly overweight twenty-three year old, Brunette took the position in communications vacated by Gish, the Indian technician who had managed to marry Cinthia, one of Gracinne's other original female crewmembers, and carted her off to live somewhere else in India after their honeymoon. Still, the new girl Roslyn Clark, had to pass Gracinne's review. During the interview, when Gracinne asked how she felt about working with a crew of mostly Lesbians and Gays, she told Gracinne that she considered herself, 'Bi-curious'.

Gracinne asked, "Why do you consider yourself Bi-curious and, not just Bisexual?"

As Gracinne waited for her answer, Roslyn leaned to one side in her chair and farted, making a long, loud sound like a balloon releasing air through a constricted opening. When she righted herself, she said, "Excuse me ma'am but, the chef here is really good. Good food gives me gas. Anyway, I say I'm Bi-curious because I've never been with a woman. I hope to find a relationship where my partner won't mind teaching me. I'm curious because, I don't know if it will be what I'm looking for until I experience it."

Gracinne didn't like the answer because it suggested the woman wasn't there to do the job. She wanted to tell her, the ship wasn't running a dating club but, before she could comment, Roslyn cut loose with another fart, causing Gracinne to frown.

When Roslyn released a third fart of foul scent, Gracinne rolled her eyes and said, "Oh God! Woman, do you have chronic stomach problems?"

Roslyn answered, "Not that I know of".

Gracinne told her to go see Doctor Kibet for a prescription that will tame her gas. When the woman left, Gracinne chuckled and, decided to keep her.

There were three men hired for her crew as well. One was an openly Gay man of Chinese heritage. She assigned him to general crew deckhand duties, which is what most of the non-specialized crew was classified. The other two claimed they were straight. One of the straight men identified as Jessie Douglas, a Brazilian, she assigned to assist Talia in the Crews Mess Hall. It went through Gracinne's mind that, if she followed stereotypes, the oriental man would have been assigned to the food preparation tasks but, there was no place in her world for stereotypes. The other man was Spencer Smith. He was a six foot one, well build Black man raised in Atlanta Georgia who had served in the U.S. Navy, but was now living as an ex-patriate. Gracinne was happy to see someone that had been trained as a Boatswain Mate. She also noted he had a slightly Black militant attitude that somehow, didn't seem to match the underwater demolitions and SEAL training mentality he also obtained in the Navy. She felt more exploratory conversations with him would be warranted. She assigned him to assist with Deckhand duties but underway, he would be assigned Bridge watches with a plan to steer him into training as back up for Tanya as Navigator.

Gracinne was also still concerned about Doctor Henderson's warning concerning Tonya and, Warren. Moving Tonya's work closer to her was a start to dealing with her. She also gave a lot of thought to how she might help Warren and Norman begin to date. Warren Chesterfield was what the Gay community considered gorgeous for a young man. Blond hair, and, his defined chest and abdominal muscles caused a decidedly feminine curvature to his body, as his hips made some of the other male crewmen joke about him being, as bootylicious as some of the women. The bullet wound scars on his back, chest and, a leg, provided a manly touch to his otherwise flawless body. Warren was open about his bi-sexuality but, most of the girls aboard, were taken aback by his frequent off color comments about women. His feigned but irritating hostility was one of the issues Gracinne had to fix about him to maintain good morale.

Norman Shell, her trustworthy and, loyal Admin/Personal Assistant was a tall, slender, dark haired, fully Gay White man. He had found what he believed was his life partner in a very feminine Gay crewman who was killed during a previous port-call to South Africa. Gracinne insured revenge was taken against the perpetrators of that crime but, it didn't end his feelings of loss and, loneliness until the friendship with Warren began to heat up. Gracinne felt it would be good for her crew and the men if the two of them found solace from loneliness in each other, especially since they had already broken ground on that front after the death. Gracinne felt helping them was all a part of Ujima, the principle of 'collective work and responsibility'. She finally settled on a single manipulation of the three crewmembers that would either help them all or, cause more complication. She decided she couldn't be sure of which, until she began to put the plan into action. She hoped that if things started to go wrong, she could change or, halt the plan before things got to far along.

***

Roxie's new crew members consisted of two women who had been rescued from the Rusty Queen slavery by Gracinne's actions, and four men. The two women wanted to work for Gracinne's company but, didn't want to crew on the Chandiki. They told Roxie that the memories were too painful. Of the men, two were Indian Chandi worshippers. Roxie felt they would be more reliable in a pinch of action. One of the other men was a short Gay Black man and, the fourth, was a Japanese man, she was not yet sure about. However, including herself and Julia, it gave her crew an equal balance of males and females.

The two ships planned to sail for Tanzania together for a CIA assigned mission Gracinne had reluctantly accepted. The mission was to assassinate a terrorist leader of the same organization that had caused trouble for them in the recent past. However, they couldn't leave The Sun Seeker without a means of self-defense since its history was only as a pleasure yacht and, they often transited dangerous waters frequented by pirates. Gracinne had two permanently mounted R.A.D. sound weapons installed to the Sun Seeker. One was installed on the portside and one, on the starboard side. Unlike those aboard the Chandiki, the Sun Seeker devices could be directed remotely from the Bridge, keeping the crew from being endangered by gunfire.

When Roxie finally gave Jack Town the CIA contractor on loan to them for the mission, a tour of her ship, during casual conversation, he suggested that a Mortar launcher could be easily concealed on the stern of The Sun Seeker as a part of an existing small boat crane. The launcher would have a forty-five degrees capable angle of launch coverage. Roxie and, Gracinne remembered how Mortars endangered the Chandiki during their at sea encounter with Natasha Alexandrov, Gracinne's nemesis, now believed to be dead. They thought it was a great idea and, had the plan implemented. Jack Town arranged for a case of Mortar rounds to be delivered. They were concealed in a secret compartment inside of a chain locker near the stern of the ship.

Because The Sun Seeker was designed as a pleasure mega-yacht, there was no reasonable way to protect her directly from a head-on attack at the bow. To supplement her capabilities and provide some minimum method to cover a bow angle attack, two small flying drones were attached to the outside top of the Bridge, camouflaged with retractable fairings. If necessary, Roxie could activate the drones that could then, be directed 360 degrees to line of sight targets for automated release of two sets of a dozen miniature bomblets each. The bomblets were powerful enough to break glass windows and, injure people, but they wouldn't damage steel hulls, although they could cause fires when contacting anything combustible. These would be weapons of last resort with the hope of creating enough havoc on the attackers, they would end their attack or, The Sun Seeker could escape at her max speed of twenty-five knots.

Tanzania was the destination for the mission because, it was the last place CIA intelligence placed their target. The plan of approach to the country was to have the Chandiki sit about one hundred nautical miles offshore. In that way, it could avoid easy recognition of Gracinne's mission team coming ashore from the Chandiki's brightly painted orange and, white striped hull, by any hostile radical agents. Instead, The Sun Seeker, with its white and black standard commercial painted hull, would transport the mission team to the port and, tie up in Dar-es-Salaam.

At the last minute before setting sail, Gracinne received a communication from the Indian Ministry of Foreign Services suggesting that another mission might be in the works based on some archeological underwater discoveries just made. With that warning in mind, Gracinne decided to take on a few more berthing guest modules to be secured in the forward cargo hold previously used for research missions and, extra food stores.

Finally, the day came to get underway. It was already early March 2027. Gracinne wanted to run some emergency drills on the ship to get the new and, old crewmembers working smoothly together during the transit. She decided to make the transit at a speed of ten knots, which would make the trip time from Mumbai to Dar-es-Salaam, take about ten days and ten hours. She suggested Roxie take a similar training action for her crew. There was no clue as to how fate would twist their future. They had to be ready for anything.

Ch. 2 – A Sister's Transit

Gracinne awakened from her sleep as if leaving one pleasant dream, just to begin another, relaxed and, satisfied. She raised her head slightly and gazed across the custom king sized bed of her shipboard quarters. There with her, Norman was snuggled against the back of Warren. Then, she felt Tonya snuggle closer to her from behind, making a sound that slightly resembled the purring of a kitten as she slid an arm across Gracinne's waist. Gracinne sighed, reached an arm behind her and gently caressed Tonya's waist and hip. Six days had passed since they got underway for Tanzania. She had worked the three of them and the rest of the crew, hard for four days with emergency drills while she planned to get all three of these people in her bed at once. The die had been cast. On the first day, she used her powers to regrow Tonya's clitoris, to heal the mutilation she suffered in youth during a South African village Rite of Passage ceremony. Gracinne thought back to the argument she had with the ships' doctor, the excitable Kenyan, Doctor Kibet over that action. The healing had not gone without a small glitch. She reviewed the previous day's conversation with Doctor Kibet at lunch, as if it had just occurred.

*

"Captain, he shouted. Despite your not insignificant power and, the positive impacts they have resulted in, you cannot go around pretending to be God. It doesn't matter that an Indian sect considers you to be divine, or the high regard your crew gives you!"

Gracinne had been walking toward the Crews Mess when the doctor came across her in the passageway and started his tirade. "Hold your horses Doc. I have never said, or otherwise claimed to be God or, a God."

The doctor countered, "Yet, you go around healing people like Ms. Shala and, we don't understand what kind of effects it might have on the individuals. Do you know, you have thrown her Menstrual cycle off schedule? We don't know what kind of long-term effects that may have on her physiology, or emotional stability."

Gracinne stopped walking near the door to the Mess Hall and challenged, "Isn't part of the problem that, we don't quite know what I am yet? Didn't Doctor Trungeon and, Doctor Henderson ask you to participate in the research for me? I don't remember hearing or, reading about any adverse side effects from any healing I have done. Why are you jerking my chain?"

Doctor Kibet folded his arms and answered, "Yes they did ask and, I am happy to participate. But that is beside the point and, in research there are very specific procedures and, protocols that must be observed. Did you ask Tonya if she wanted her clitoris restored? Gracinne shrugged before answering, No."

"See, this is what I am talking about: The participation in any experiment has to be only with the strict consent of the participant. You didn't even ask permission to heal her."

Gracinne retorted, "The research is precisely the point doctor. You are the researchers, not me. I am not obligated to follow whatever protocols you have. I am the subject, not one of the researchers and, I certainly don't heal people as an experiment. Part of your job is to observe the subject in her normal course of activities and, then evaluate to solve this mystery of Gracinne Chandler. Gracinne peeped through the glass door to the Mess Hall where she spotted Tonya. She grabbed Doctor Kibet by the arm and pulled him to the door then said, Look, there's Tonya right now. Look at how she is smiling and talking to everybody else. She has never been that friendly and happy. Are you trying to tell me, I should stop doing things that make people feel like that? It's not gonna happen Doc. I make sure that I heed the warning Professor Trungeon gave me, then I do what I feel is right."

Doctor Kibet responded with less urgency in his voice, feeling he had lost the argument, but asked, "Captain at least, promise me you will not do any further healings without the supervision or, at least presence of one of the doctors involved in the research".

Gracinne frowned and said, Look Doc here's my compromise. I am going to do one more healing this week. After that, I will do the best I can, to meet the requirements of that kind of promise but; I am not making that promise.

Doctor Kibet unfolded his arms to reach out in one final appeal but when Gracinne saw his mouth open, she threw up her hands in a halting motion.

"Nope deal or no deal doctor, deal or no deal?" she said.

Doctor Kibet, frowned, sighed and answered, "Deal, but I reserve the right to redress this later."

Gracinne smiled and said, "Deal". She opened the door to the Mess hall and held it, to usher the doctor through.

As Gracinne ate her food and, looked around the room, she reflected that, from the first day she was kidnapped by sex slavers years ago, her life had become increasingly complex. From losing her vaginal virginity to a pirate, through the awakening of her strange powers, to the discovery that, she was the only known fully functional hermaphrodite in the world. She had been surprised to learn she had already given children to two women before she knew she could. It had also been an amazing experience to have the woman she considered her soulmate, trick her by seduction, into deliberately impregnating a third woman.

Just during the previous holiday season, so many changes had occurred in her life, her head seemed to be always spinning with new challenges. Not knowing where her runaway life was headed, she had decided to take charge of it as much as possible. Now she had a reasonable team to help as well as, an organized plan for her household in as much as she could stick to it herself. Professor Milton Trungeon, a research professor was charged with the task of unraveling the mystery of her physiology. He would be aided by her ships' Doctor Jon Kibet for medical aspects of her gifts and, a Clinical Psychologist, Doctor Raquim Henderson would deal with her mental and, emotional impact on those around her. Somehow, she had also acquired a strange spiritual guide, her Yogi. Gracinne rationalized that to some degree, she owed a debt of gratitude to the criminals that took her from her simple life as a southern exotic club dancer. She couldn't imagine any other way she could have come to love so many people and, have the influence over so many as well as, love from so many others. She didn't want to get off the roller-coaster, just control where it took her.

*

Returning her thoughts to the present, Gracinne turned over in the bed under the covers to face Tonya. She shifted Tonya's arm so that she could climb across her to get out of bed without disturbing her but Tonya stirred.

Without opening her eyes, she felt the warmth of Gracinne's breasts and legs moving over her. She murmured, "No, don't get up yet".

After Gracinne slid from beneath the covers and, off the bed, she reached back, kissed Tonya on the cheek and whispered in her ear, It's almost time for all of us to get up now. I'm going to take a shower. You can always join me.

Tonya responded with a whimpering complaint of, "Nooo." She then pulled the bed sheets over her head.

Gracinne took a hot soothing shower, the whole time humming the tune to an old song by a music Artist named Teddy Pendergrass called, 'Turn Off The Lights.' She stepped out, wrapped herself with a towel and, wrapped her head of full, long, brown streaked hair with another towel to dry it. She walked over to her make-up and vanity table, sitting down. As she began to closely examine her face in the mirror, looking for pimples, nose hairs, and deciding what make-up to put on for the day, she decided the room was to dark. She glanced back at the figures in her bed then, decided that the light of the table will only serve to help wake them since they should have been getting up anyway. She turned back toward the mirror and flipped on the mirror light switch in the lower right corner of the frame. As the lights came on, a large talking head appeared on the mirror itself, unexpectedly. Gracinne screamed and pushed back on her seat until it tumbled backwards. Her legs and feet flew up into the air causing the towel tucked only at her cleavage to fly open. As she tried to scramble away from the mirror, the towel holding her long hair was trapped beneath the back of the chair, her own weight keeping it there. Her legs wiggled in the air as she struggled to free herself.

Her scream, and the commotion caused all three sleepers to awaken instantly. Norman and, Tonya rushed to Gracinne from opposite sides of the bed. Tonya grabbed her left arm with Norman on the right side to help Gracinne to her feet. They looked at the face on the mirror and, didn't need to ask what was wrong.

Gracinne was embarrassed and frantic, "What the Hell is that?" She shouted pointing at the mirror. Almost as quickly as she said it, she recognized a news broadcast reporter announcing the daily news in English from the United States. As she rushed to pick up her fallen towels, Warren joined them in front of the mirror.

In his sweetest Gay voice Warren answered their questions, That's just a little surprise gift from me to queen-mother dear. He sat on the end of the dressing table with an oblivious smile on his face until:

Gracinne gritted her teeth in anger and slapped him on the shoulder so hard with her open hand that he stumbled off of the table, landing against the adjacent wall. At the same time she shouted, "You know I don't like surprises; and I keep telling you not to call me mother!"

"Ow! Shouted Warren as he grabbed his arm where his skin was already flushing red in the form of Gracinne's handprint. But it's the new smart mirror technology! I thought you would like it! It's like the smartboards we use in the Operations Center! Warren tried to continue to explain his actions. He reached over to the mirror and placed a finger on opposite corners of the picture image. Look, You can resize it and, put the video part anywhere you want on the mirror." He pulled his hands closer together until the image resized to about six inches, then with one hand on the right side of the image, he pulled it down into the left corner of the mirror. Warren was frowning with despair and, disappointment that his gift wasn't well received.

Tonya was shaking her head and trying to rewrap Gracinne's hair with the towel as Gracinne stood with her arms folded, watching Warren's manipulations of the image. Tonya felt she should say something harsh, "You silly boy. Why didn't you just tell her about it ahead of time?"

Frowning with sorrow, Warren complained, "I'm sorry, I just wanted it to be a surprise. I didn't know this was going to happen."

Norman put his arms around Gracinne's shoulders. He judged that now was a time to be a bit more formal and humble with his remarks, "Ma'am, Warren only meant well. You know you are our queen."

Gracinne took a huge breath and said, Don't patronize me Normie. I know he didn't mean any harm. She put one hand on Norman's as it rested on her shoulder. Looking at him she said, "You don't have to call me Ma'am right now Normie. We're still off duty. Looking back at Warren she said, Come here mister Chesterfield. Give me a hug."

Like a twenty-one year old child, Warren rushed over to Gracinne where she hugged and kissed him. During the embrace, Gracinne admitted, "Thank you Warren, It is really kinda cool."

Warren smiled and started to snuggle between Gracinne's clean, perfume scented breasts, until she pushed him back. He asked, "Does this mean we can have a replay of last night, later?"

Holding him away from her breasts, Gracinne answered, "I don't know. You need to stop getting on my last nerve, before I get my paddle out and turn your tan-less, white, bubble ass into a deep, purple cherry of pain. I mean that. Plus, you need to talk to your boyfriend about us getting together again, and I need to have the approval of my household."

The only problem with her declaration was, she had not asked the women of her household if she could engage in sex with any of the three people she slept with during that night. Releasing Warren from her grasp, she looked around at the three nude bodies standing next to her and said, "Unfortunately, our play time for now is over. She clapped her hands together and announced, Time to go back to work my lovers; chop, Chop!"

Warren walked over to Norman and, threw his arms around his neck. He asked, "Is that right Normie? Are we steady boyfriends now?"

Warren was shorter than Norman. Pressing against him caused Norman's penis to rub against Warren's lower stomach where he moved his waist seductively from side to side. As Norman's rod started to stiffen, Warren smiled while seductively turning in his bottom lip and, staring into Norman's eyes.

Norman responded by pulling Warren's waist in tighter and whispering back, "Hells, yeah". He followed the response with a long kiss.

Gracinne shouted at them, "I said it's time to get dressed boys!

Tonya shouted, I get to use the shower first! She ran toward the door.

Warren suddenly shouted in objection. Bitch, oh no you don't! He pulled Norman by the hand as they ran toward the shower as well.

Slamming into the door that Tonya tried to block them with, they pushed through. The two men clambered into the small shower after Tonya and, pulled the shower door closed.

Gracinne heard the three of them laughing and playing as the water started to cascade over them and, the three of