Dumping Corporate Garbage: Christy O'Hara Books 1, 2, 3 (Disaster Recovery, Blink of an Eagle's Eye, Dancing with a Dragon)

By Dr. Marvin C. McMaster

“What do you do if you are a teenage genius who has just been raped by your step-father, who has stolen a million dollars from your mother’s business?” You get revenge! If you are Christy O’ Hara, you trap yourself a husband, a genius college student, bring charges against your rapist, use your investigative business to p

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• Release date: Jan 18, 2018
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Dumping Corporate Garbage: Christy O'Hara Books 1, 2, 3 (Disaster Recovery, Blink of an Eagle's Eye, Dancing with a Dragon)

Copyright © 2018 by Dr. Marvin C. McMaster

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Contents

Christy O’Hara Book 1 Disaster Recovery

Prologue

Chapter One Home Invasion

Chapter Two Industrial Espionage

Chapter Three Bank Raid

Chapter Four Strong Arm Tactics

Chapter Five House of Cards

Chapter Six The Fugitive Captured

Chapter Seven Family Chaos

Chapter Eight A Meeting of Minds

Chapter Nine Arrest for Murder

Chapter Ten Trial and Conclusion

Chapter Eleven Irish Escape

Christy O’Hara Book 2 Blink of an Eagle's Eye

Prologue

Chapter One McMichael Investigations-Galway

Chapter Two Seeking Grendel’s Gold

Chapter Three Shotgun Weddings

Chapter Four Pulling the Dragon’s Teeth

Chapter Five Seminar Shootout

Chapter Six Birthing Emergency

Chapter Seven Return to the Emerald Isle

Chapter Eight Italian Irregularities

Chapter Nine Death in Naples

Chapter Ten Attack in Dublin

Chapter Eleven Corporate Conflict

Chapter Twelve Wedding in Berlin

Christy O’Hara Book 3 Dancing with a Dragon

Prologue

Chapter One Belfast Manifesto

Chapter Two Habsburg Connection

Chapter Three To Catch an Accountant

Chapter Four Further Swiss Banking Interventions

Chapter Five Visit From The Madonna

Chapter Six Calling Out The Flying Monkeys

Chapter Seven Road Trip to the Magic Kingdom

Chapter Eight Wedding Bells in Savannah

Chapter Nine Trapping the Trappers

Chapter Ten The Great Computer Bank Robbery

Chapter Eleven Bodyguard Emergencies

Chapter Twelve Dragon Death Duel

Chapter Thirteen Care and Feeding of Dragonettes

Epilogue

CHRISTY O’HARA BOOK 1

DISASTER RECOVERY

by

Dr. Marvin C. McMaster

PROLOGUE

The air inside the house was redolent with the smell of apples from the orchard in back. The concert of cadydids made the big Cape Cod barn of a house hum and vibrate with a pulse of it’s own. Edith McMichael sensed something terrible had happened between Mary Christine and her stepfather, but she could not tell what it was. It was always a joy to have Christy home for the weekend from the University. Her exuberance usually livened up the old place and brought joy to her mother’s heart. But, the tension between a late teenage girl and her stepfather tended to jam Edith’s reading of situations. Dammit, she thougth, I am supposed to be able to sort these things out.

The HDTV over the fireplace was blaring a Packer’s game. There were drinks, chips, and dip sitting on the coffee table. Christy and Frank bristled at each other from across the room. Edith frowned while she knitted, rocking back and forth in her chair, trying to figure out how to defuse the situation and keep it from exploding.

At 8:05 the Packers scored again. The cheese-headed crowd exploded in cheering and the doorbell rang. Who could it be at this time of night? asked Edith. Nobody visits out here on Sunday nights.

Its probably Jamison with the proxy report. He said he would bring it over as soon as he finished with his results so that I would be prepared for tomorrow’s stockholder meeting. I’ll get it, replied Frank as he got up and headed for the front door.

Edith heard the sound of the door opening, sounds of a brief struggle, and Frank was pushed back into the room by three men wearing ski masks.

The leader said, Everyone behave themselves and no one will get hurt. We just came for the money in the safe.

What safe? asked Frank.

The leader slugged Frank in the face with his gun knocking him to his knees. We are so not going to play these games. The safe behind the Rembrant reproduction on the wall to the right of the TV, he said going over to the picture and swinging it out to reveal the front of the safe. "A friend of mine helped install it. It has a five digit combination and you are going to tell me what it is, or we will have to use the ladies here to help you remember.

I am not going to tell you anything, said Frank.

We’ll start with the older lady. You, he said pointing at the tallest of the three in masks, strip her.

Wait, cried Christy, Don’t hurt my mother! She is more important than the stupid money. If he hasn’t changed it the combination should be 15R, 4L, 17R, 20L, and 7R.

The leader walked over to the safe and dialed in the combination, pushed the reset button under the dial, and then pulled on the handle. Nothing happened, turning to Christy he said, I don’t liked to be lied to, little lady. You look sweet and tender; let’s start with you. Maybe a little gang rape of his daughter will convince daddy to cooperate, before something worse happens to the two of you.

Please, begged Christy, I tried to help you. Frank must have changed the combination today. Please don’t expose me like that in front of my family.

Well, you did try to help. Jack, take her upstairs to her bedroom and see if you can figure out how to jog her memory about the combination.

The shorter of the three invaders grabbed Christy’s right arm twisted it back and up behind her back and said, Let’s go up and find your bedroom, honey. Beds are always more comfortable than couches or floors for this sort of thing. Pushing up on her wrist caused her to cry out as he forced her up the stairs and made her take him up to her bedroom.

Locking the door behind them he said, Take off your clothes. Look I’m sorry about this, Jack said. This was not what I signed on for. I just got thrown out of school and I’m broke. A friend of mine needed some strong-arm help and offered me a chance to make some real money fast. Like an idiot I grabbed for it. I’ll try to make it look good and not hurt you. I’ll see what I can do to help your mother. OK?

Of course, said Christy, I hope you know that you are rapidly running out of time, don’t you? When your boss dialed the safe combination without pushing the reset button, he triggered a silent alarm. Frank moved the reset button to the fireplace months ago. The police are on the way and their average response time is 15 minutes. I figure you only have 7 minutes to get away. If you help me, I’ll help you get out. By this time she was standing naked before him. Make your choice. I don’t care; I have already been raped once today.

What the hell are you talking about? he asked the beautiful redhead in confusion.

My stepfather, Frank, the fellow your boss pistol-whipped downstairs, came into my bedroom this morning and raped me. I was a still a virgin and he really hurt me. This whole robbery was something he set up through a man named Herndon, who was to hire a gang to rob our house and to rape my mother and me to cover up Frank’s crimes.

That makes no sense! Why would your father do something like that?

Stepfather! You’re down to about six minutes. You don’t have time for details. Just do what I tell you and I will help get you out of here to safety. I’ve got rope restraints tied on all four corners of the bed. Tie me down naked and spread-eagled on the bed, take this knife and cut me lightly inside my thigh so there will be blood on the bed.

What about your mother downstairs? Jack asked as he tied her down as he had been ordered.

Edith will be alright. She has a snub nose Smith and Weston under her knitting. If those two clowns get out of hand, she is capable of defending herself.

I have disabled the alarm on my window, Christy continued, which opens out onto the garage. Pull on that leather jacket hanging on the inside of my bedroom door and get rid of that stupid ski mask. It’s only a three-foot drop to the garage. I left a ladder at the front end of the roof and broke out the light over the main doors. Make sure you pull the ladder down and leave it by the side of the garage. Go through the orchard, staying all the way over to the right, to the metal shed at the end.

In the upper right breast pocket of your jacket you will find keys to the shed and to the motorcycle inside. You can ride, can’t you? Good. In the left breast pocket you’ll find a driver’s license, registration for the cycle, and an invoice for an express delivery you made a little earlier tonight further up the road. Your name now is Patrick O’Hara. Come visit me on the evening of the 30th of this month in room 1405 of the Sheraton Hostel in the city. Ask for Christy McMichael; they will be expecting you. Come and I promise to tell you what is going on and give you sex that will curl your hair for helping me tonight.

Go, you’re out of time. As soon as you are out the window, I am going to scream my head off.

Jack ripped open the window, slid out, and dropped to the roof. Behind him he heard a blood-curdling scream rang out followed by another and another. As silently as he could, he hotfooted it across the roof toward the orchard and found a ladder waiting. He slid down the ladder in the dark, pulled it down, and tossed it beside the garage. He heard cars driving up in front of the house as he slipped silently through the trees. He found a maglite flashlight in his jacket pocket and dialed it to a pinpoint focus as he raced through the woods. At the far end, he found a metal shed with a MasterLok padlock that responded to the key Christy had supplied. Inside was a silver-grey Yamaha that growled to life when he inserted and turned the key. He pulled on the red helmet he found on the seatback of the bike and walked it back out of the shed, then raced it down to the end of the lane. He stopped, walked the bike though the opening in the fence, fasted the gate latch behind him, and raced up the road.

He made it as far as Falmouth before he ran into the first police barracade. They looked at the Patrick O’Hara’s license that had Jack’s picture on it, the bike registration dated one month earlier in Patrick’s name, and the delivery invoice that was dated with today’s date and waved him on. When he got home he popped the glove box on the bike open to look for a security chain to lock up the bike and found one and a thick packet of one hundred dollar bills.

I don’t know who that gorgeous witch was, but I have definitely got to know her better. But, the first thing I have to do is get packed and get out if here. Herndon and those creeps all know where I live and as soon as the cops put the screws to them they will roll over on me. The police will be knocking on my door this morning and staking out the college by this afternoon. The money from the cycle will let me take a little vacation until I go see that young lady at the end of the month and find out what the heck is going on. That meeting with Christy McMichael might be a trap, but if so, she’s got me on curiosity alone. And God was she built! Leaving her naked on that bed was the hardest thing I have ever had to do.

CHAPTER ONE

Home Invasion

Pat O’Hara stepped out of the elevator and approached the door numbered 1405. He had stopped at the desk and asked for Ms. Christine McMichael in Room 1405. The clerk had asked for an ID, and when Patrick showed him his O’Hara driver’s license, the man had passed a key folder across the counter that had 1405 written on it. He then pointed Pat to the Tower elevator bank.

The hotel security man standing before the elevator checked his key card and said, Have a great day, Sir.

Standing before the door, Pat thought about just using the key, then decided against that idea and knocked on the door. There was a pop from the security box on the right-hand side of the door and Christy’s voice said, Good morning, Pat. Use your key and come on in.

Patrick inserted the key, slipped his Glock out of his waistband holster, pushed the door open, and slipped into the room. Christy met him in the entranceway wearing a robe and slippers, kissed him, took him by the left arm, and led him into the living room of the most beautiful apartment that he had ever seen. There was a cozy conversation area clustered around a chocolate-colored leather couch, a massive carved redwood coffee table, a comfortable-looking leather loveseat, and a pair of matching recliner chairs. Tasteful paintings hung on the velvet-covered walls.

Go ahead and check the rest of the rooms in the apartment so you can make sure we are alone and then you can put your gun away. I understand that you might consider this to be a police trap. Convince yourself that it is not, while I get you a drink. You drink beer—Sam Adams, isn’t it?

Right, said Patrick as he took her invitation and looked in every room. There was a well-furnished kitchen, two enormous bedrooms with baths and an oversized walk-in dressing room/closet. Built-in bookcases loaded with legal books, language books, travel guides, and various types of fiction lined the wall coming from the entranceway. Returning to the front door, he set all the locks on the door, holstered his pistol, and sat down on the couch and said, Alright, what the hell is going on?

First of all I have to redeem my promise, said Christy getting up, shrugging off her robe, and standing before him completely naked. I promised you mind-blowing sex. Do with me what you want. All I asked is that you try and be gentle with me, and if you can’t be gentle, at least lubricate me first. There is a bottle of KY liquid in the bedroom.

What? Aren’t you getting ahead of yourself?

Christy’s face fell. What’s the matter, don’t you like the way I look? she said with tears running down her face.

Let’s slow down a little, said Patrick picking up her gown and slipping it back on her and pulling her onto his lap on the couch to cuddle. First of all, you are flat gorgeous, one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. I love redheaded women and it’s obvious that you are a true redhead. Most women don’t dye down here, he said brushing her muff, and you don’t have any light or dark roots. Second, you have one of the most awesome bodies I have ever had the pleasure to touch. I have not been able to get the vision of you naked out of my mind since I left your parent’s house last month. Third, You are totally brilliant; I can’t believe how smoothly the escape plans you put together worked. Fourth, You have me completely confused and curious as a cat. What’s going on with you and your father? How could you come up with all the documents that let me escape so easily? How did you know we were hired to rob your house? Finally, why are you trying so hard to seduce me, not that I mind at all, at all?

My, so many questions, said Christy. What are you doing with your hands?

What this? What any red-blooded American man would do with a gorgeous naked woman on his lap. Why? Aren’t you enjoying it?

Well, yes, very much so! Please don’t stop. I’ll try and explain as long as I can think, but I’m pretty sure I will have to finish up later. You are driving me crazy. May I kiss you while you are doing whatever you are doing that feels so wonderful?

After a serious period of kissing and fondling, Christy slipped off of his lap and knelt in front of him, unfastened his belt, and unzipped his jeans.

What are you doing now? Pat asked.

Something my married cousin, Suzie, suggested, said Christy. I hope you don’t mind, but I stopped taking my birth control pills last month after my stepfather raped me.

Lady, you are crazy. What kind of a first date is this? You don’t even know me. Think about how we met and you are already trying to drag me into bed?

Before you ever appeared on my mother’s doorstep, Christy said, I had a full profile run on you by my investigative team. Your genetic profile is excellent and your medical records are clean of sexually transmitted diseases, alcohol, or drug abuse. You have an IQ of 152, an accumulative grade point of 3.95 as a chemical engineering and history major. Your father is dead, you were raised in the projects, and your mother has been supporting herself as a realtor and helping with your tuition.

Last month you lost your tuition scholarship because you refused to sleep with that homosexual major professor in the History Department. By the way, evidence has been turned over to the vice squad proving that he is a sexual predator. His department has him up for academic review and I have been assured he will lose tenure and be discharged for cause.

I want to have your child. I checked with my doctor to make sure my step-father, the bastard, didn’t tear me. I waited this whole month to make sure he didn’t impregnate me and I would have to abort his get. My goodness you’re much bigger than my stepfather. Are you sure you aren’t going to hurt me with that thing?

Not if I get you ready properly, Patrick said picking her up and carrying her to the bedroom. I just have to get you lubricated first.

After a couple of minutes of finger work, she gasped and arched her back. Patrick grinned at her and knelt between her legs and slowly slipped into her an inch at a time. Christy moaned and thrusting rapidly Pat drove in harder and reached the end of her as he felt her wrap her legs around him. They reached their orgasms almost simultaneously with a roar.

After a minute, Patrick rose up and said, Are you alright? I didn’t hurt you did I?

It was glorious! I loved it. I was so worried that you would hurt me. Let’s do it again, now! Please!

Give me a break woman. Men require a few minutes to recuperate. We have plenty of time to play, the whole weekend if we need it. You are going to be too sore to walk if we do too much too fast. Pace yourself. Everything in moderation as the Greeks use to warn us.

With his head sharing her pillow, Patrick said, Tell me what was going on that night at your parents. I remember you saying something about your stepfather’s crimes. I assume there was more than lust that caused him to burst into to your bedroom that morning.

Lust had nothing to do with it, Christy said. The bastard was trying to keep me from marrying by first deflowering me and then possibly impregnating me. Then, he tried to get me publicly raped to hide his crime and further disgrace me so that no one would even think of marry me. You have to understand what a weird life I have led so far.

I am sort of a child prodigy. I never went to grade school or high school and have always been tutored, so I didn’t know much about interacting with other people my age until I went to college. Boy, was Boston University an eye opener! But, I learn fast and have pretty well landed on my feet. But, I am considered socially retarded by most of my friends when it comes to interacting with men. I finally decided I was going to have to take a more direct approach if I was ever going to have a child and be a mother. So, I chose you! Christy smiled at him with an incandescent smile, and boy did I chose well! She smothered Pat with a kiss and a hug. You have to understand that when I reach my twenty first birthday I will inherit a fortune from my real father’s estate. If I marry before that, I inherit immediately and my stepfather would have to account for his handling of my father’s accounts. My investigators have found that Frank Scanlon has stolen over a million dollars out of my father’s businesses.

My real dad, William McMichael, was a brilliant engineering and financial genius who started with my mother’s inheritance, a tool and dye operation called McReady Corporation, and built it into a multi-million dollar business based on high tech fluidic switches and valves that he designed. His first sales when into the space program during the Gemini program and other businesses picked then up from there. He then diversified into computer chip manufacturing and venture capital investing. He made some very wise investments in computer software and hardware companies long before the dotcom bust. And then he was killed in a car accident and Frank Scanlon took over the company and married my mother in the midst of her grief.

This Frank sounds like a real scumbag. Maybe we should just put a contract out on him, said Pat rolling over to kiss and hug Christy who was frowning about her stepfather’s crimes."

Death is to good, for him. I have already started working on that creep’s downfall. That’s why I didn’t want you having sex with me at my mother’s house. I still had Frank’s DNA in me and I wanted to be able to convince the technician who examined me to swab me for rape kits. I then swore rape charges against Frank for his morning visit. They were able to get positive rape kits on him from all my body samples, so he is pretty well hung on the rape charge. My company’s investigators have also found evidence that he was funneling his thefts from mother’s businesses through his mistress’ bank account and on into a Swiss bank account in Zurich. When we threatened his mistress with exposure and with her being charged as an accessory to grand theft, she rolled over on Frank and gave us access to their Swiss account code and her key. Interpol says they will help us recover almost 90% of our money.

Mother has cut off all of Frank’s access to our business and accounts and threw him out of the house when she found out about my rape and his mistress. He is facing criminal charges on the rape charge, criminal and civil suites on the embezzelment charges, and a federal income tax investigation on the embezzlement money that he failed to report to Uncle Sam. He is going to be busy in court for sometime and he won’t have money to pay a top tier lawyer as we do. He is going away for a long time if my lawyers have anything to say about it.

You are a fearsome hater, my dear. Remind me never to get you that angry at me, Pat said leaning over to push his tongue into the nerve junction between her neck and shoulder. Christy moaned and goosebumps popped up on her arms. Pat kissed his way down to her breasts, then turned her over on her knees, and slid in between her legs from behind. In a few moments she exploded in an orgasm.

When she had recovered enough to talk, Christy said, I thought you were going to hurt me like Frank did when I felt you behind me.

Variety is the spice of life. There are many ways to have a loving successful relationship. Different positions add interest and excitement to your sex life. I don’t care for anal sex and neither do most of the women I have met. My women friends think it is uncomfortable and a non-functional waste of time. Occasionally, they will accept it late in their pregnancy to providing relief for their husbands; although most feel that an accommodating girl friend is a better solution and provides their husband with some needed variety. Stepfather Frank was probably just doing it to further degrade and humiliate you. It takes a totally twisted mind to use sex to hurt people. God designed sex for pleasure as much as for reproduction. You should never have to take part in anything that you are not enjoying. You only have a few kids, but there are ever so many more opportunities for really good sex. I made love to you from behind so you can see the advantage of trying different sexual positions to enhancing pleasure. There are a couple of interesting books by a Dr. Laura Berman that talks about sexual system design, health, and sexual variety. I’ll get you a copy of one of her books the next time we go out. Which will have to be pretty soon because I am starving. You have to learn to feed your stud bull to keep him at maximum performance level.

Silly, I am a good cook and I’ve got a full freezer, said Christy. Give me a half an hour and I’ll have steak and potatoes for you. There is fresh fruit, ice cream, and deli cheesecake in the kitchen to carry you now, if you suddenly feel faint.

Unbelievable, the woman is a marvel! She is built like Venus, makes love with enthusiasm and joy, and she can cook to boot. What more can a man want? You keep talking about your lawyers and investigators and you’re loaded with money; who are you exactly?

Christy had gotten up and slipped on her robe and slippers. She followed him into the kitchen, put her arms around him, and kissed him till his head spun. He pulled her up against him and passionately kissed her back.

Have you ever made love to a women standing up in a shower? Christy asked.

Yes, said Pat.

Good, let’s try that after we eat. I need a shower because I smell like a goat.

If you smell like anything, it’s like a very desirable woman in heat. You smell good enough to eat.

Christy smiled at him and pulled steaks out of the freezer and popped then into the microwave to thaw. When they were ready she put them brushed with A1 steak sauce under the broiler to cook while she washed potatoes, cut out their eyes, wrapped them in paper towels, and popped them with Shitaki mushrooms into the microwave. Everything finished at the same time, so she set the table and they set down to eat.

My dear, you have been avoiding my question. Who are you?

It’s hard to explain. My father left me quite a large trust fund in my own name when he was killed in that car accident and I have been investing from it since I was eight. At first I did it as a hobby and, then when I was ten, I bought myself a MacIntosh portable, a stock-forecasting program, an on-line brokerage account, and started investing seriously. I was home tutored, passes my GED exam at fourteen, studied my economic and legal coursework on-line, and passed my bar exams at sixteen. I decided to do something about what I saw Frank Scanlon was doing to my mother’s business and to help other businesses that were being eaten from within by rats. I bought a chair at a major law firm, built a legal investigative team, and made my first million exposing corporate rip-offs not long after I had my first period. I am a privately held corporation, pay six-figure income taxes, and my parents have no idea that any of this has been going on. I own this apartment, am registered as a graduate student at the University in history and foreign languages, and am rapidly becoming conversant in German, French, Italian, Russian, Japanese, Cantonese, and Hindi. Now I want to be a mother and that brings me to you.

Me? I though I was just here to be your weekly stud bull.

I see much more potential in you than that. I would like to offer you a three-stage proposal, said Christy. First, I would like you to stay and continue to make love to me for the rest of the month to ensure that I catch. Everything you have already been given is yours, including the motorcycle, and I will double the amount of money you already found in the Yamaha’s glove box.

A duplicate of your academic record has been established at a major Silicon Valley University for you under your Patrick O’Hara identity. A transfer of all your records has been accepted at Boston University, my corporation has set up a renewable full-tuition scholarship for you, and you can live here rent-free until you decide to leave. Are you interested in accepting this offer?

Do you think I’m crazy? Of course I accept! Thank you for your generosity.

My second proposal is a little more long range and you may want to think about it for a while. If I become pregnant, I would like you to stay with me till I deliver and allow me to use your name as the father. I will not ask you to be faithful to me, only to be careful and to continue to maintain your sexual testing, if you seek other partners. If you accept this, I would like to offer you a part-time position as a researcher/field agent with my investigative team while you continue your studies. We know about the part time work you did for that detective agency in Encino. My accountants say that position should pay around $30,000/yr for the part time work and provide a company car of your choice. Are you open to any of this at all?

It sounds very interesting. Lets see how this initial month works out. I’ll work as an unpaid employee for this first month to determine how well we work together. Classes won’t start again for a week and a half. Let’s spend as much time together as we can to see how things go.

Good, that will work for me. I have to fly to Zurich on Monday and I want you with me for obvious reasons. I had Legal set you up with a passport and get you visa stamps for Switzerland, France, and Italy. I’ll get Thomas up here this afternoon to measure you for a travel warerobe and get you luggage. You’ll need an Internet equipped computer. Do you prefer an iPad or a Mac Air?

I’ll trust your familiarity with foreign Internets; please chose for me. I’m use to using any old dog of a school computer that I can get my hands on, so I can run almost anything.

To hell with all this, said Christy. You promised me a fun time shower. What did you mean that I look good enough to eat?

Hand in hand they headed for the shower off the master bedroom where Pat demonstrated what he meant to Christy’s great enjoyment.

CHAPTER TWO

Industrial Espionage

Gosh, that felt wonderful! And I really needed that shower. Dry my hair will you, Pat?

Not a chance, naked lady. I’m ready for another ride. He boosted her up on the bed, turned her to face him, and pulled her into a kiss and a cuddle. That led to other things as he entered her and made slow passionate love to her. They lay there intertwined for a while and then Pat popped her bottom and said, We are going to have to get our lazy butts out of bed and get some clothing on. We need to get outside and gets some air. Do you know how to shoot?" Pat asked Christy.

What? Shoot what? Christy asked.

A handgun, at targets. You have made a serious enemy in your stepfather and you need to know how to defend yourself and our child, assuming we have already created one. You are no longer in this thing alone. You need to think about security for both of you. Who is in charge of security for your investigative team? asked Patrick. I need to talk to him today about getting me a PI license and a right to carry permit before we head for Europe on Monday so I can travel as your backup bodyguard. You also need a point bodyguard, a pro, to take attention off of me. Who do I need to talk to?

Cap Reader is the man you want. Pick up the phone there, push the red button on the top, introduce yourself, and tell whoever answers that you need to talk to Reader. Hang up and I’ll be willing to bet he will call back in less than five minutes. I’ll pull some clothing on. What should I wear?

Jeans and a T-shirt will be fine if we are going shooting, Pat said as he hit the red button. He left the message and hung up as Christy came back into the room.

Pat gulped and said Don’t take me so literal! You had better put on a bra. You’ll drive me nuts that way. I won’t be able to shoot looking at your nipples. Do you realize how sexy you are, dressed like that? You ought to have a bodyguard just to go out in public in that outfit. You’re butt would be pinched black and blue if you ever wore that out on on any street in Rome. Come on, I’ll help you pick out a bra, so I can watch you put it on.

They walked back into the bedroom and Christy pulled open her underwear drawer and pulled off her T-shirt. Where did you get this industrial strength lingerie?’ Pat asked. There isn’t one thong or bikini in here. Here pull this on; we seriously need to make a stop at Victoria’s Secret across the street. A gorgious body like yours needs something to display it. Sexual attraction is all about display, ask any male bird."

The phone rang in the other room and Christy said, See less than three minutes. That will be Cap Reader.

Pat raced into the living room and grabbed the phone. This is Pat O’Hara, Mr. Reader. I’m sleeping with your boss and we are going to Zurich Monday. I need a PI license and a right to carry for a Glock 17 and two sleeve-mounted obsidian throwing knives. Christy will also need a purse-carry permit for a Glock and for sleeve and thigh knives if she doesn’t have one already. Oh, she also needs a professional point bodyguard to accompany us.

Bless you son! came the voice on the other end. I have been trying to place personal security on Christy for five years. I will have an operative up to you this afternoon with all your permits. Do you need guns?

No, sir. I’m carrying already. We are going shopping for Christy in a few minutes if you can suggest someplace where we can buy and carry out for her. Sullivan’s on Fifty-third Street and you will call ahead? Thanks! Yes I do. Ni-Dan in Kodokan Karati, Sho-Dan in French Federation Judo, and First Brown in Aikido. Thank you, sir, I have worked hard on it since I was a kid in the projects. No, I’ll try and take good care of her this afternoon. She certainly is something special.

Turning to Christy he said, Reader said he will take care of everything we need. He said the Hostel has a short firing range in the basement for their security people and that we can get permission to use it. First stop is across the street to get you some decent underwear and then we’ll catch a cab to go to the gun shop. After that we will head back to shoot. Captain Reader also said he would have a bodyguard here with all of our permits at 3:00 PM. We’ll stop and talk to the Hostel’s manager on the way out to get permission to use their shoot. Do you have a pair of dark sunglasses and a baseball cap you can shove your hair into? Oh, and you will need a jacket, its cold outside.

They went to the empty lingerie shop and picked out a wide selection of bras, panties, camisoles, hose, and garters while Christy complained about the prices. Pat slipped the bored clerk a fifty-dollar bill and went into the dressing room with Christy and made her try everything on in front of him. By the time she finished, he was fully ready. He backed her up against the wall of the booth with one hand over her mouth to muffle her squeals as he caressed her then filled her wearing her new finery.

When they came out the clerk looked at them rather fish eyed until they told her they would take everything, ask her to send it up to the apartment, and added a generous tip. The young lady practically fell over herself giving Christy her card. She told her that now that they had her sizes they could send anything she needed over to the Hostel with just a telephone call. Christy slipped her card into her pocket, thanked her for service, and blushed like mad as she went out the door thinking about what they had just done in a public dressing room.

Pat flagged down a passing cab at random and gave the driver the address to Sullivan’s. They spent an hour picking out Christy’s Glock, four boxes of 9 mm ammunition, a pair of sleeve knives, and a wrist and a thigh holster for the Christy’s knives. In the front glass-encased display case, Christy found a very attractive silver-trimmed leather shoulder bag with a concealed inside holster for the Glock. They gave the owner Frank Reader’s name for reference and he offered to express courier the package to the Hostel’s front desk so they would not have to carry the weapons and ammunition on the street with them.

They caught another cab back downtown. They walked for a while enjoying the breezy Boston morning; red, brown, and yellow leaves were blowing everywhere. After they made a couple of stops to shop for clothing and look at books and computers, Pat picked an upscale hamburger joint for late lunch. Christy pigged out like she had never seen a burger before. She followed that with a second order of fries, a strawberry shake, and a piece of apple pie. I don’t know what’s the matter with me, Christy said. I never eat like that.

Pat grinned at her and leaned across the table and whispered, Dear, you have been making love like a bunny. All that exercise takes energy. Of course, it could be that you may be pregnant. You know what they say about the way expectant mothers eat.

Should we stop at a drug store and get some of those pregnancy test kits? asked Christy with excitement.

I think it is way too early for you to show a positive result yet, but you will probably want to lay in a supply for the future. Let see if you fail to have a period first.

When they arrived back at the Sheraton, they collected their package from Sullivan’s and the key to the lower level shoot room. Following directions they took the elevator to the lower level and followed the corridor all the way to it’s end and unlocked the last door. The ventilation in the room was excellent, but there was still a trace smell of cordite and lead in the air. Pat signed them in, pulled a collection of bulls-eye and man silhouette targets for two lines, and a pair of over-the-head shot-muffler caps.

He started out letting Christy get a feel for the weight of the Glock 17 they had purchased for her. He told her it was the lightest 9mm in the world mostly made of composite with the only metal being in the barrel, the firing mechanism, and the clip. He showed her how to take the safety off and on, how to check for a bullet in the chamber, and how to eject the clip. He was happy to see that the gun was equipped with night sights. He showed her how to load shells into the clip and told her that while it would hold 19 shells, 17 was the most the average person could force into it. Christy had to strain to get the 17th shell into the clip. He showed her the two-handed firing grip, how to align the sight on the target, and how to squeeze, not pull, the trigger.

She listen carefully and put 4 of her first 5 shots in the target sheet at 25 feet. He showed her how to pull in the target, changed it for another bull’s eye target, corrected her hand grip, and turned her loose to fire.

She put nine of her next twelve in the shoot target’s rings and four of her last five shots in the bull’s eye. She pulled the target back in, replaced it, popped out the clip, checked the chamber, reloaded the clip, and slipped it back in. She ran the target back out and fired the whole clip in sets of five; only one shot was out of the dead ring and that one was just touching. Christy looked at him and mouthed, Piece of cake!

Pat went over and pulled in the target and clipped on a man silhouette target and ran it out. He had her reload her clip, insert it, and put the gun on the counter. He lifted her ear protectors and explained priority targets; the sniper’s kill triangle of heart, lung, and arteries, the head shot, and the femoral artery crotch shot. She said she was not comfortable shooting at a human shaped target and Pat said, Pretend it’s your stepfather.

Christy stepped up and clustered seven shots in the crouch, five shots in the sniper’s triangle, and five in the head with a perfect triangle in the forehead.

Pat walked over took her handgun, popped the clip, reloaded, cleared the chamber, snapped it closed, and put on the safety. Reaching over he pulled off her ear protectors.

Christy looked crestfallen, What did I do wrong?

Nothing. You were scary perfect. It took me two years to learn to shoot like that. She are a dead natural shooter. There is nothing more I can teach you except how to swab and clean your weapon. After we get that done, I am going to take you up and make mad passionate love to you as a reward.

You’re on! said Christy with a grin. Show me how to clean this damn thing and let’s get upstairs before that bodyguard person gets there.

They cleaned the guns; Pat pulled down the last bull’s eye and silhouette targets, carefully folded them together, and put them in his pant’s pocket. They returned the key to the shoot room to the front desk and left a thank you note for the manager.

Christy and Pat peeled off their clothing still smelling of cordite residue and threw them into the hamper when they reach the apartment. Race you for the shower, she yelled. Pat lost the race, but claimed it was because her bouncing naked body mesmerized him. They washed each other and then got into a session of grope and grab. Christy allowed him to slide into her while she leaned back against the shower wall. She pulled herself up, locked herself around his hips with her legs, and yanked him into her as the doorbell rang, Hell, she said, that must be the bodyguard.

He will just have to wait, said Patrick with a groan, your body is busy. They finished in a hurry, and then giggling like a pair of kids, they dried each other off. They pulled on clean clothing and Paddy padded to the door barefoot as Christy settled on the couch to dry her auburn hair with a towel.

Pat opened the door to confront a very large African-American man in a suit and a tie. Mr. O’Hara? My name is Charlie Armistead. Captain Reader sent me along with your paperwork. I understand we are flying to Europe on Monday. Reaching down he picked up a large suitcase like it was a briefcase.

Pat stepped out of the way as the man turned sideways and slid by him. Good afternoon, Miss Christy, he said with a soft voice.

Hello Charlie, how’s your daughter?

Dr. Lois is just fine, Miss Christy. She starts her last year of residency in Pediatrics next month. One more year before she out to practice.

Tell her how proud I am of both of you. If she needs help getting started, have her come see me. We will work something out.

Yes ma’am, I’ll tell her. Thank you!

Charlie, did Cap assign you to me as a permanent bodyguard?

Yes ma’am, if it is alright with you.

"That will be fine Charlie. I see you brought a bag. Why don’t you take the second bedroom until we fly out on Monday? We will try to keep the noise down to a low roar until we leave, but I won’t promise to behave myself. The apartment next to mine is coming open next week and I put an option on it with the manager. We’ll