Message-ID: <45207asstr$1068282606@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <20031108022648.87107.qmail@web60410.mail.yahoo.com> From: Lazlo Zalezac X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Fri, 7 Nov 2003 18:26:48 -0800 (PST) Subject: {ASSM} John Carter III 22 (mf mmf ffm ff mm sci-fi) Date: Sat, 8 Nov 2003 04:10:06 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: hecate, dennyw __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Protect your identity with Yahoo! Mail AddressGuard http://antispam.yahoo.com/whatsnewfree <1st attachment, "Crossroad22.txt" begin> DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. If you are offended by sexually explicit material or are under the age of 18, stop reading now. This material cannot be reproduced for commercial purposes without the consent of the author. John Carter By Lazlo Zalezac Copyright (C) Lazlo Zalezac, 2003 Part 3: Robes of Acumen Chapter 22 John looked at the calendar in front of him. It was three weeks to Midwinter's day. The graduating class would present themselves to the Gods and Goddesses on Midsummer's day. He checked his schedule. Today he was to help shutdown a number of radical organizations that were behind the assassination of a number of individuals that disagreed with their political agenda. These organizations included fundamentalists and environmental activists. A fundamentalist organization had been behind the assassination attempt on his life. John sighed. He talked to the wall, "So much to do and so little time." Ed had been about to enter the room and heard John talking. He asked, "Talking to the wall?" "Of course, it's healthier than talking to yourself." Ed laughed, "I guess it is important to know the difference." John signed again. He sat back watching Ed take the other chair in the room. A careless wave of his arm closed the door behind him. John stated, "Oliver Brown has obtained all three medallions. He can replace me now as Grand Druid." "I heard that he's arriving here tomorrow." "Yes, he's going to serve as my assistant." Ed stared at John for a moment, "John, don't lie to me. Beth, little John, Kelly, and I know what is going to happen. I'm not sure if William or Betsy knows. I do know that Ling, Linda, and Leroy are clueless." John sighed, "I know. I'll be happy when Linda and Leroy arrive with William and little Ed. I want a chance to spend some time with them." Ed nodded, "I've made arrangements for us to return to Arizona in September. That will let Beth and little John finish the year. They'll spend the next year with the family of Robert White Feather." "I'm not looking forward to this afternoon." "You are going to take down the Neo-Nazi organization?" John nodded, "They've bombed several churches, killed a couple of doctors that perform abortions, and have threatened the Native American College. Other agents are taking down the other organizations in other parts of the country." A sense of quiet settled in the room as the men thought about the events that would take place. The men were comfortable just sitting together in the room. They didn't need talk to fill in the silences. The silence was finally broken by a knock on the door. John stood up and answered the door. It was agent Haroldson arriving exactly on time. John invited him in, "Come in." Agent Haroldson entered the room and sat down in a chair. He turned to John, "You were right. He was the head of the organization. We arrested him and found the evidence of all the crimes." John nodded, "So has the call gone out?" "Yes, we updated the web page and send out the e-mail yesterday." "How did you know what to put on the page and in the e-mail?" The agent laughed, "We found their code book at the house." John shook his head, "It doesn't surprise me." "So are you ready to go?" John nodded. Ed stood up, "I'll be joining you." Agent Haroldson shrugged his shoulders, "That's fine with me." The three men left the campus in Agent Haroldson's car. John and Ed rode in the back. Agent Haroldson started a monologue as he drove, "The place we're going to is an old abandoned rock quarry. There's one road into it. They've used this meeting place many times in the past. We've put agents around the top of the quarry with two undercover agents at the gate. They would be suspicious if there weren't guards." John asked, "Are there any passwords that have to be exchanged at the gate?" Laughing, Agent Haroldson stated, "Yes. We found a book containing all of that information. The great thing about having secret codes and secret handshakes is that each person has to get a copy of them. It means written records." Ed stated, "Except when the codes are so simple that you can memorize them without difficulty." Agent Haroldson got silent. He asked, "Do you think there might be some codes like that?" "You can't always carry a code book with you where ever you go." John stated, "Have the first two people that arrive act as guards. It's a good idea no matter what. You have the real bad guys letting in the real bad guys. They know each other and will feel more comfortable having one of their own at the gate." Agent Haroldson got busy on the cell-phone making a call. It didn't take him long to convey the instructions to the agents that were waiting at the gate. After ending his conversation, he asked, "How come you think of these kinds of things?" "You just have to think like the most distrusting person in the world. Odds are, you aren't even close. Then you try to think crazy. You still won't be right. However, you will be a lot closer than if you try thinking like a rational person." The rest of the drive was in silence. They turned down a small dirt road about a mile from the rock quarry. They were able to watch cars pass on the way to the meeting place. A dozen cars were parked there. John did a little mental arithmetic and realized that there were probably fifty agents present. An agent came out of the woods and knelt next to the car. A whispered discussion took place between Agent Haroldson and the other agent. John tapped Agent Haroldson on the shoulder. "Excuse me, but we would like to watch from above the quarry." "Oh, I thought you would want to be down there in the action." John stated, "I'd rather move into the action from above. I don't like operating in an environment that I haven't scouted out." "I guess that makes sense." John stated, "Give me a walkie-talkie. We'll go over to there and scout out things. If I see a problem I'll turn it on and contact you." "Okay." John and Ed got of the car and slipped into the woods. Ten feet in, both agents lost track of them. They eased their way to the rock quarry. The path was rather easy to find, the agents before them had not tried very hard to hide their tracks. The agents were also not very attentive to noises behind them. John and Ed were able to easily slip up to one of the agents. They lay down beside him before he even realized that they were there. He almost shouted in surprise. John looked over the rock quarry. He realized that it looked bad for them. Individuals inside the quarry had no route of escape, but lots of cover. If they resisted, then any attempt to get them out of the quarry would result in massacre. They would have to shoot down at them since a frontal assault would leave the FBI agents totally exposed. Even worse, they had driven their trucks and cars into the quarry. They would be able to force their way out of any blockade that the agents might put up. John moved away from the edge of the rock quarry. Ed backed off as well to have a chance to talk with John. When he reached John, he whispered, "That looks really bad." John nodded, "I don't see how Agent Haroldson expected to accomplish the arrests." "I don't think that he even scouted the area." "Right. They have so much cover down there they could hold off an army in a frontal attack. They have their cars so it would be easy to force their way out the trap. We're expecting over a hundred of them." Ed nodded, "Very bad." John thought about the situation for a while. There had to be a way to impose some control on the guys below. John asked, "Do you think there is a way we can get them to leave there in some orderly fashion so that we can take them as they leave?" Ed shrugged, "Maybe there's something that an appropriate person could say to them." John and Ed smiled at each other. John got out the walkie-talkie and turned it on. He stated, "We need to get most of the agents together at the cars. I only want six agents at the rock quarry. There's a change in plan." John and Ed made their way back to the cars. Agent Haroldson frowned when the two men arrived. He asked, "What's the problem with our current plan?" John asked, "How do you expect to get them out of the quarry?" Agent Haroldson stated, "We were going to call down to them and let them know they were surrounded. Tell them to surrender." Ed laughed and said, "And then they drive off. What happens next?" Agent Haroldson replied, "They only have one way in. We put a road block there and they can't leave." "They have a hundred cars down there. They've even got some monster trucks down there that can flatten a car. They are going to go through your barricade like a hot knife through butter." Agent Haroldson stated, "Then we'll have to reinforce the barricade with more cars. They'll still be trapped." Ed snorted and said, "And then they open fire at you. What happens next?" "We return fire." John asked, "How many of them would you have to kill before they gave up?" Agent Haroldson stated, "They'd never do that. They know they're surrounded." John stated, "They are going to try and fight their way out. It's going to be a massacre." "So what you are suggesting?" John smiled, "We tell them that there is going to be a FBI raid in two hours. They should leave a few cars at a time so that the FBI won't get suspicious." Ed continued, "We arrest them as they leave. They only have two ways to turn out of the quarry. We put agents down the road each way." Agent Haroldson looked very surprised as he thought their plan through. He actually liked it. He nodded, "Okay, we'll do it your way." When the other agents arrived from the quarry, Agent Haroldson briefed them on how they were going to make the capture. Most of the agents looked very relieved at the change in plans. John and Ed weren't the only ones that didn't like the original plan. The agents discussed how to implement the new plan. The discussion was intense, but the details were worked out quite quickly. There were still two undercover agents inside and they could be used to deliver the message. With the number of agents present, there were many great ideas on how to execute the mission. The agents got into position. A call was made to the inside men. They were told to warn everyone that the FBI was planning to raid the rock quarry in two hours. In order to prevent anyone from getting suspicious, they were to leave a few cars at a time with half turning right and half turning left at the exit from the quarry. The agents located above the quarry notified them as each set of cars left the quarry. The agents used a rolling mechanism for arrest. The first cars out were stopped well down the road. Later cars were stopped closer to the quarry. The individuals inside the cars were quickly cuffed and moved into a bus. Each stop took about ten minutes to accomplish. Once a team was free, they would move further down the road to make the next stop. It was a very hectic hour and a half. Tow trucks came to take the cars to a holding area. Once everyone had been cuffed and put into a bus, the process of establishing identity began. Enough evidence had been found in the home of the leader of this group to convict nearly everyone they had stopped. It was now a matter of correlating the individuals with the crime. That activity would take place in a gymnasium that had been reserved for that purpose. John and Ed watched the proceedings. It was slow and took most of the day. The suspects were fingerprinted, photographed, and then transported to cells at various jails within the county. The sheer number of suspects prevented them from being incarcerated together. It would have also been a dangerous situation. Agent Haroldson came to John as the last suspects were being processed. He smiled as he stated, "Well, we've taken a lot of scum out of circulation. The list of crimes they are charged with will keep them in jail for years." John nodded and said, "There are still so many groups out there to catch yet." Agent Haroldson said, "I like the way you put together the whole case for huge groups of people before acting. We would have been arresting them one at a time for years as we gathered evidence about each individual case. The organization would probably still be operating ten years from now under that old model." Ed added, "That's the way he's always operated. Nothing happens for a long time and then everything comes together at once. It looks a lot more impressive than the slow but sure approach." "Different situations require different approaches," stated John. Agent Haroldson said, "You take the investigation in FBI to a new level." "Thank you. Your agents did an excellent job." John looked at Agent Haroldson for a minute. He stated, "I'm turning this case over to you now." "I understood that you would do that." "Good." John looked around at the last few suspects being led out of the building. He reached in the pocket of his robe and removed his badge and identification. He handed it over to Agent Haroldson stating, "I'm retiring today." Agent Haroldson looked at the badge in shock. "Pardon?" "I'm retiring. This was my last case." "There's still so much you can do to help us." John stated, "There's no time left for that. You will do well in the FBI. Ann Moore, Joe Fredricks, and Agent Mauz are now assistant deputy directors. I expect you will follow in the same career path." Agent Haroldson stated, "I appreciate your confidence, but I just got into this position." "You have time before you retire to move up a couple of levels yet." "Thanks." Ed nodded, "We're going to head back to the school. We have a lot of work to do over the next few days." "Okay. Thanks for your support and effort." "You're quite welcome." Agent Haroldson said, "I'll get an agent to drive you home." "Thank you." Ed left in search of a restroom. John stood alone watching. He was saddened by the number of people that held such strong hatreds of others different from themselves. He had hoped that with the energy problem solved that people would come to accept each other. Of course, he had known that hope was foolish. Agents started stopping by to shake his hand. The news that he was retiring had spread quickly among the individuals assembled there. Each agent told of his pleasure to have worked with him. Many stated that he was a legend within the Bureau. John thanked each one for his praise. Ed returned and stood at the back of the line of agents. When the agent in front of him moved out of the way, Ed stepped forward with his hand extended, "It has been an honor working with the great John Carter. I never thought I would get the chance." John was about to answer automatically only then realizing it was Ed. He cracked up laughing. Ed joined him, as did several other people around them. He hugged Ed and stated, "When Roman conquerors would ride through the city in honor, they had a man that stood behind him holding a laurel leaf crown over his head. The man would whisper in his ear a reminder that he was mortal and a man. I'm glad that you are standing behind me." Ed laughed, "I'll leave it up to Ling and Kelly to remind you that you are a man." The two men chuckled. John's bad mood had evaporated. He appreciated the efforts of Ed to remind him of the good parts of life. An agent came over and stated, "I'll drive you back to the College, sir." John laughed and said, "Don't call me sir. I'm John." "Yes, sir." Ed turned to John deciding to have a little fun with him. With a great big smile on his face, he said, "Well sir, it is time for us to leave, sir. Okay, sir?" John shook his head and followed the driver out to the car. He and Ed sat in the back watching the scenery go by. A little snippet of the Star Spangled Banner came from the front seat. The driver fumbled with his cell-phone before answering it. He talked for a minute and then stated, "Sir, a call for you." John accepted the cell-phone from the driver. Holding it to his ear, he stated, "Hello." Samuel Olim stated, "This is Sam." "Oh, we finished the arrest phase of the operation. I've turned it over the Agent Haroldson. They all did excellent work in pulling off the operation." "I know. That's not why I called, though." "What did you call about?" Samuel Olim was silent for a moment. He stated, "I understand you turned in your badge." "Yes, I'm retiring. There isn't enough time left for me to contribute any more. I was going to call you when I returned to the college." "I'm sorry we're losing you." "I'm sorry to be leaving. Working with the FBI and all of the fine agents within it has been one of the most rewarding things I have done. I will miss the opportunities to make a difference that the FBI has afforded me." John was telling the truth. His collaboration with the FBI had been very satisfying. He had made a difference in many lives because of his work with them. "Well, I'll be sending some items for you to keep. Little things to help you remember us." "Thank you, Sam. It has been a pleasure working with you." "Same here. Good bye, John." "Good bye, Sam." John ended the call and handed the cell-phone back to the driver. There was a little moisture in his eyes. It was nice to be appreciated. The driver stated, "Wow, the director himself called you. I'm impressed." "He and I got off to a rough start, but we get along alright now." "You must know some very important people." John smiled as he replied, "Yes, I do. There's Ed, Kelly, Ling, Leroy, and Linda. Then there are the kids. They are the most important people I know." "Who are they?" "They are my family." The driver went on in silence for a while. Finally, he asked, "You and Ed are married, right?" Ed nodded, "Yes we are." "Was it tough to defy convention like you did?" John answered, "For me it wasn't that difficult to accept a group marriage. I guess the hardest part was having sex with a man." "That was true for me too. In fact, our wife Kelly was the one who pulled it together. We had a lot of good times and some rough times. Probably the roughest was right after Betsy died." Ed was silent as he thought about how Beth had reacted to that. The driver asked, "Do all group marriages require the men to have sex with each other?" "No, it is up for the people in the marriage to decide what it will be like. Are you considering one?" "Yes I am." Ed stated, "In many ways a group marriage is a lot harder than a conventional marriage. You have to get along with more people. If you can't talk out your problems, the fights can really be big. Of course, when things are good there's nothing better than a group marriage. You come home after having a bad day at work and odds are that someone there knows what to say to cheer you up." The driver pulled onto the road to the college. It was only minutes before they were in the parking lot in front of the administration building. The agent turned around and extended his hand. "It has been a real honor talking to you both. I studied your white slavery ring case when I was in school. Amazing work, sir." John shook the hand, "It has been a pleasure meeting you." The agent extended his hand to Ed. "It was an honor meeting you, sir. I've read several of your cases too. Your name is very well known among treasury agents." Ed shook his hand. "It has been a pleasure meeting you. I wish you luck in your marriage." The agent smiled as John and Ed got out of the car. When they had reached the door of the administration building, he waved and drove off. John turned to Ed and said, "It's kind of strange to be treated like a legend." Ed laughed as he said, "I know what you mean. The last time I was in a Treasury Office, I had people offering to fetch me coffee. I swear, I was never so uncomfortable in my life." Ling came charging over to them. She looked at them with suspicion and asked, "Did you guys stay out of the way of the real cops?" Ed smiled and replied in a baby voice, "Yes, Mommy Ling. We were good boys." "Yes, Ed only wrested a hundred of the bad guys to the ground!" John joked. When he saw the look on Ling's face, he retracted his words, "Okay, we sat in the back and watched everything. It was so boring." Ling smiled and said, "Good for you." Ed's stomach growled extremely loudly. It sparked a similar noise in John. John frowned as he said, "We didn't have a chance to eat." Ling grabbed them both and pulled them to the dining in the first year dormitory. They sat down and a waitress immediately appeared. Ed and John ordered Tuna Fish sandwiches. They were waiting for them to be brought out when a young woman approached the table. She bashfully looked down at the table. In a whisper, she asked, "Could I ask you to help me get some relief?" John and Ed looked at each other not sure which one she was asking. Neither one of them really wanted to do it. They were both hungry for real food. The silence at the table stretched on. The young lady whispered, "Please ma'am, could you help me?" John and Ed smiled at each other, somewhat relieved. Ling looked embarrassed and then looked at the woman. She was only nineteen or twenty. Her oriental features mirrored Ling's. Ling looked at her and it was as if she were looking in a mirror only the image looking back was eighteen years younger. She smiled as the idea of making love to a younger version of her self interested her. She answered, "Sure." Ling stood up and moved the girl into a chair. She began by kissing her gently on the lips, taking her time to arouse the woman. She kissed her way down the woman's neck. Her efforts were rewarded by the visible blush indicating the woman's arousal. When Ling reached the woman's breasts, she lovingly kissed the hardened erect nipples. The woman began to moan loudly. John and Ed watched the older Ling do everything she could to arouse the younger woman. The younger woman's moans turned into small panting screams. Others in the room turned to watch, it was that difficult to ignore. Ling's kisses finally worked the way down between the woman's legs. The scent of the aroused woman was impossible to ignore. Even John and Ed, sitting several feet away, could smell the aroma of the excited woman. Ling kissed her way around the woman's pussy. The subject of her attentions was now screaming. When Ling touched the lips of the woman's pussy with her tongue, the woman erupted in a major orgasm. She let loose a scream that was worthy of the best that Ling had ever let loose. John and Ed looked at each other with a smile. Ling went to work on the woman's pussy. Her tongue slipped in and out of the woman's inner passage. As her excitement rose again to an orgasmic threshold, Ling turned her attention to the clit. Ling's head was locked between the excited woman's legs as she screamed out her orgasm. The scream was loud enough to bring others into the room to discover the source of the commotion. Finally, the woman's legs relaxed and Ling sat up with an amazed look on her face. It was hard to believe that a woman could produce that volume of sound because of sex. The woman slouched back in her chair almost unconscious. She moaned, "Oh, that was outstanding." Ling sat back on the floor between the woman's legs. She looked up at John and Ed, "It's an amazing feeling to have someone scream like that." As the woman recovered, she realized what had happened. She looked around very embarrassed. John leaned over to her and put a hand on hers, "You sounded exactly like Ling when she enjoys a sexual encounter. Don't be embarrassed. You have no idea how good it makes your partner feel to know that they were able to deliver that much pleasure." When she later left the room, people came up to her and told her how amazed they had been. Everyone was overwhelmed by the ability of her to accept pleasure. She smiled and nodded her thanks. For the entire year, she had avoided having sex because she had been ashamed of her screams during pleasure. Her performance in the dining room had brought more invitations than she thought possible. Ling joined John and Ed at the table. She was speechless. John kissed her, "We love you very much. You now know how much we love your screams during sex." <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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