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      "body": "I urge everyone who lives in a democracy to exercise their right to vote. In fact you should vote as many times as you can get away with. But only for the side I support. If you don't there could be unfortunate consequences for you and your loved ones. I'm not threatening you. I'm not suggesting I'll inflict any harm upon those who don't vote as they're told. I've got people who do that for me, and a bit of a temper if I don't get my own way. \n-\n-\nObviously I'm joking. I only pretend to be a sociopathic inadequate, loser for comedic purposes. In real life I'm an ultra successful pussycat loved by all. If you don't believe me you can ask my wife. Assuming she comes out of the coma. It's been over three months since the accident. Her family are losing hope I'm afraid. It was her own fault for doing something incredibly stupid and risky. Even though I warned her repeatedly, she wouldn't shut up. There are consequences to these things. Most of which affect me. 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It's hard grind 16 hours a day, 7 days a week, and that's just me watching them. Sometimes there aren't enough hours in the day for me to take a shit. Because I don't whine about it, nobody gives me any sympathy. I digress. Monday morning when the inquisition resumed, I informed my son's teacher, he kept throwing himself onto my boots and fists whenever he was triggered. I thought he might be autistic so they should have him tested. Of course that wasn't the end of it. The nosy bastards moved onto questioning me about my daughter. What had caused her bruising and broken arm? I was one step ahead of them this time. I told them autism runs in families so they should test her as well. You know what they say. Spare the rod, spoil the child. I don't want my kids turning into spoiled, white privileged, brats. So I rule them with a rod of iron. 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      "body": "Yes, that's right, emotional blackmail is now being used as a political tool. If you don't do exactly as I tell you, I'll guilt you. Because I lack self awareness, morals and a conscience, I will use any tool I can find, to benefit myself. While making it seem like I care about anyone else. I don't though. If I can profit from the death and suffering of others, I will. I always have. I live in the rich, developed world. Which can only exist through the death and suffering of others, far less privileged than I. I'm not even a virtue signaling Hollywood celebrity, yet I feel no guilt for my selfishness and hypocrisy. I possess all the qualities they have, only I'm not a multimillionaire pretending I'm progressive to profit myself. I can't afford a team of people to administer my social media, I have to deal directly with the scum myself. Fortunately for celebrities, their followers are far too stupid to realize this. It's what celebrities rely on. The belief in the illusion they give a fuck about others. Dance monkeys, dance. To the tune they play. Because celebrities are so far above you, you are less than the dirt beneath their feet. Bask in their radiance you lowly vermin. \n-\n-\n![image.png](https://cdn.steemitimages.com/DQmUGo5Z267fBzHHqbQBbjkx3jVW4BPjDFrYpZwnMF4XgP9/image.png)\n(The copyright to this image is the property of Film Daily.)\n\n-\n-\nI try really hard not to have anything to do with politics. No matter what they say it makes very little difference who gains power. Basically all they do is rearrange the same furniture, then pretend everything is much better than it was when the sofa was six inches further away from the window. Politicians mainly provide me with amusement. For example I'm still laughing at the UK Shadow Minister who stated, in a TV interview, that babies are born without a gender. Apparently the doctor assigns them one when they are born. She didn't go into how they made the decision. Maybe they flip a coin. Just think, if it hadn't come up tails, you might have been the opposite gender to the one you are now. Perhaps you'd like to try for best out of three? Instead of taking the gender that was applied to you by someone you never really met. It would be a lot more democratic if they had say ten or twelve people who looked at a hospital nursery and voted for whichever babies they thought should be male or female. Amidst my laughter at this ridiculous opinion, there's a tinge of horror. Not only is that stupid woman making decisions for the entire population, the majority of the people in her constituency actually thought she'd be a good representative.\n\nSuppose she decides to change your gender. That's going to create all sorts of problems. You're going to need an entirely different wardrobe for a start. 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They are fantastic, although I'm still hurt that not one of them propositioned me for sex. You'd think at least one would. It's a cross I have bear. No one, who isn't drugged into a coma, will have intercourse with me. Thank God for white wine and Rohypnol.\n\nNow here's the problem. Having rendered gender both irrelevant and meaningless with their redefinition, they've actually destroyed the LGBTQIA+ community and movement. If gender is meaningless, in the biological sense, how can you be transgender? If gender is meaningless, you can't be a lesbian or gay or even bisexual because there's no such thing as a sex either. Which eventually will erode all the sacrifices of a lot of wonderful people who fought to be treated equally. I fear their history will wiped out. There is a danger that gays and lesbians will simply be men in woman's body and women in a man's body. There is a danger we'll become Iran. Where if you are Gay or Lesbian, you have the following choice. 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      "body": "I'm not made of stone. I have feelings and emotions. I can be empathetic and charming. I'm not some sociopathic monster who attacks people just for the sexual pleasure it gives me. Look at that. Two lines in and I've already told 7 lies. I could be a politician, a journalist or an actor; but I've decided to be a C--T instead. Not that they aren't all a bunch of virtue signalling, lying c--ts. It's just I've got this thing called integrity. That's lie number 8. I'm on a roll. I don't have the time to be a c--t professionally like them. Or the contacts. Or the money. Or the good looks. Anyway, this is where Affleck gets his. The following is all a product of my twisted mind. It came to me while I was smothering puppies. Which isn't as bad as it sounds. I was being sponsored to raise funds for a charity called Guns For Kids In Africa. \n-\n-\n![image.png](https://cdn.steemitimages.com/DQmcCUKMrADNKkDE3fDMsd1ZFqxR9VCQgS4Mh5tQQkVUMJX/image.png)\n(The copyright to this image is the property of The New Yorker.)\n\n-\n-\nFirst of all the disclaimer. What follows has no evidence to back it up. Which doesn't matter in the least. It's now on the internet, so it must be true. Let's get on with this disgusting smear against a man who annoys me. It's not his fault Affleck has become my worst enemy. That only makes me hate him more. \n\nKnowing your enemy is the key to exacting retribution. To this end I began to study Ben Affleck's life, so I could work out how to destroy it. Taking a look at his early career was a good place to begin I thought. It all started back in 1981, when Affleck got his first role in a movie. The Dark End of the Street, according to IMDB. I hunted that movie down, then watched it. For the longest 89 minutes of my life. At the end of which I came to a conclusion. This movie hadn't been released. It had escaped. It was abysmal, and so was he. \n\nAfter some lengthy psychotherapy, to get over the suicidal impulses his performance gave me, I was able to continue my research. Not wishing to subject myself to another arduous marathon of wooden acting, I selected a safer role he'd performed. The uncredited Basketball Player, #10 in an episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I thought I'd be okay as he had no dialogue and was only on screen for seconds. Despite the terrifying flashbacks I managed to get through it without further psychological harm. Foolishly I became far too cocky (Mostly due to Sarah Michelle Gellar I assure you) and ended up subjecting myself to at least 5 months of Gigli in mere seconds . I'd thought Dark End of the Street was bad. Gigli was catastrophic. I'm surprised it's screening didn't put an end to movie making world wide.\n\nI was no longer prepared to risk my physical and mental health, in pursuit of destroying Affleck's career. If Gigli hadn't done it, what chance did I stand? I had however reached another irrefutable conclusion. Based on his lack of talent, and a complete absence of any acting skills, I had deduced the following. Ben Affleck is a man who knows what fat producer's cocks taste like. It's the only explanation for him having a career. The logic is clear and inescapable. He sucked a lot of cock to get where he is now.\n\nThis fact raised other questions. Did he cry during or after? I like to think it was both. The tears streaming down his handsome face as he choked on a throbbing producer penis. More than one I'm betting. I picture him being passed around like a joint. It gives me pleasure. As does the thought of him being forced to put on bright red lipstick and lots of eye liner. \n\nI suppose you could say Ben Affleck has suffered for his art. Though not as much as I'd insist on. As he sobbed himself to sleep after each trauma filled blowjob, I'm sure it gave Affleck the impetus to learn how to act. Being used as a sex toy had major benefits. Motivating him to obtain a rudimentary grasp of the skills required to become a successful movie star. After all he did go on to win 2 Academy Awards. One for watching Matt Damon write Good Will Hunting. The other for directing Argo. So in the end swallowing all that salty baby gravy gave him the insight to admit he can't act, but he can sure suck a cock like a pro.\n\nObviously this is all pure speculation on my part. There's no concrete proof. But we all know it's true. It's on the internet.",
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      "body": "Bradley Kreuz lay in a narcotic haze in his hospital bed. The beating he'd earned himself had done some serious damage. A shattered jaw, two broken arms, one with all 3 main bones. A broken leg, ruptured spleen. It was like a lesson in anatomy listing all the limbs and organs he'd had damaged. The story was, he'd been set upon by a gang. At least 4, potentially half a dozen. It fitted nicely into the lies his whole life was based on. Reality was about to force its way back into his existence. In the form of Jay Livingston. Who stood over the heavily bandaged and plastered body. Jaw wired together, so he wasn't going to be able to scream for help with any great effect. \n\nHe'd turned off the morphine drip almost ten minutes ago. While the asshole had wriggled a bit, he still wasn't conscious. Jay had things to do. He couldn't hang around here all night. The diversion Miles and Lev were creating wouldn't last that long. 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Oh your dad is on suicide watch. Tried to take his own life when he found out how deep in the shit he is. I've got a fund going for him as well. So that's it. Oh almost forgot. There's a postscript.\" Jay pressed his hand down on Bradley's mouth then rained a dozen punches down on the jock's groin. Making sure to get both balls. The shit had passed out after the first six or so, which was a shame. It would be something to remind him of how fucked he was, and how fucked he was going to be.\n\nHis friends were waiting for him outside. Everything had gone according to plan. They didn't even have to talk about it. Instead Miles used the drive back to the hotel to brief Jay on the arrangements for tomorrow night. Which given it was 3 in the morning was tonight. Another of those interminable, annoying dinners. Where he'd have to watch The Princess charm the high and mighty. Jay the ever present, ever loyal bodyguard. All the air kissing was the worst, as far as he was concerned. 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When he got back she pitched her southern fried chicken business. Chicken was one meat the islands didn't have to import. They ate it together on the balcony with a couple of cans of Mr Pibb. Things were almost back to whatever passed for normal.\n\nAs he got ready for bed he got a text from Nef. She was on her way back. He should wait up for her. He always did. She never went to bed without him either. That meant she was in a playful mood. Mr Kricek had received the many benefits of her flirting. Getting her own back at his wife no doubt. Jay noticed a suitcase beside the couch, he'd ask her about that when she got back. Meanwhile he slipped into bed, turning the lights down low as he waited for her return. Pretending to be asleep wouldn't work. So he lay there until he heard the outer door closing. By the time she'd reached their bedroom Nef was half naked. Discarded clothes leaving a trail behind her. The heels and her underwear came off as she passed through the portal. 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She was fully dressed, in her Nef clothes.\n\n\"Did you miss me baby?\" She was on top, raining light kisses on his face lightly.\nJay smiled up at her flawless face, grinning. Then something else hit him.\n\"Wait a minute. How the hell did you get from the bathroom to the living room?\"\n\"Easy. I climbed out through the window.\"\n\"We're forty floors up. The windows don't open.\"\n\"They do if you know how.\" He rolled her over so he was on top. \"Now ravish me.\"\nAn offer he couldn't have refused in different circumstances. Jay pinned her arms down and leaned up.\n\"You were naked when you went in there. That means you climbed around this building naked. We're hundreds of feet up. Are you out of your fucking mind?\"\nHer delightful face assumed a sad expression. It was faked.\n\"It was a spur of the moment thing. I didn't think.\"\n\"Yes you did. This was planned, in that insane brain of yours. You not only had to make sure the windows would open, but you also had clothes ready to put on. This took preparation.... Why did you get dressed again anyway.\"\nShe strained upwards to kiss him. He pulled back then gave her a peck.\n\"So you could peel them off me. Or tear them off me.\" her eyes glowed. \"I knew you'd be a bit angry. Do you wanna spank me for being such a naughty girl?\"\nJay gave an exasperated, and ultimately defeated, groan as he flopped down on his back beside her. Nef moved onto her side to caress him. Her fingers trailing across his chest as she sneakily moved over him again.\n\nIt was who she was. The antithesis of Princess Leilani. Unrestrained and impetuous. He was bloody furious with her, but that didn't last. It wasn't long before they were both peeling off her clothes. The aftermath of some really hot action, found their sweating bodies tangled together on a rumpled bed. Her nude excursion forgotten. Jay having decided he didn't want to know just how small the ledge she'd climbed across was. In order to distract himself from those thoughts more epically indescribable and possibly illegal sex took place. Enough tat they required a second aftermath.\n\n\"Well what did you say to Sophie then?\" She asked nuzzling his neck.\n\"About what?\"\n\"About the baby of course.\"\n\"What baby?\" He sat up with her still clinging to him.\n\"Oh shit. She was going to ask you what you thought about her having another baby using Dale's sperm. Damn. I assumed it was going to be tonight. Do me a favor, when she asks you pretend you don't already know. She'll absolutely kill me otherwise.\"\nOnce he'd allowed his confusion to settle he gave it some consideration.\n\"I think it would be a great idea for Jacob to have a little brother or sister. Any other secrets?\"\n\"No. Oh it's not a secret exactly, but you should know daddy's abdicating in a couple of years. In favor of me. Then I'll do the same when Tianni reaches 18. It's time we brought Tuvah into the 21st century. We're having our first constitution written as we speak. Soon as that's done we'll have elections.\"\nThanks for keeping me in the loop.\" He returned sarcastically.\n\"Who are you going to vote for?\"\n\"Well it won't be you. I don't like your manifesto.\"\n\"I won't be standing. I've had my fill of Princess Leilani. Once Tianni takes over that's it.\"\n\"Awwww. I quite like her.\"\nNef's hand moved down to cradle his testicles. A bit too firmly.\n\"Do you?\" There was a hostile tone in her voice. \"Have you been cheating on me with her?\"\n\"What?\" Her grip tightened. \"Whoa. Hold on before you do anything rash. You do know she's you don't you?\"\n\"Yeah, but you'd better not be banging her. Or else.\"",
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      "body": "Jay had turned off his phone when the voicemail inbox was filled up. Right now he didn't want to speak to anyone, or hear their voices. No one would being able to track him was an additional bonus. He hadn't spoken since he left Bradley Kreuz a broken man. Except to leave a message of his own. He needed some alone time to think things through. After which he'd taken one of their many vehicles for a long drive. Though he'd had no destination in mind, he'd ended up here. Having driven past Dale and Sophie's old place and a lot of other memories.\n\nThey'd all changed. The present had reached back through time to alter the past. He'd found himself thinking over everything he'd said and done. Trying to work out whether those things had changed as well. Quips, remarks, jokes, arguments, conversations. All the things he'd done with Sophie since they'd moved to this place. The cabin in the woods. Had he said things which hurt her? Did he do things that reminded her of her disgusting ordeal? It didn't matter how inadvertently the hurting had been done. It only mattered that he might have caused her pain. It didn't matter how he looked at this, their relationship had changed. Having kept her rape secret from him for so long, it must have been a terrible decision to allow him access to her undisclosed past. The guilt she'd felt for betraying him? Why? When she'd had no other recourse. No one to turn to, because he was a callous, selfish, unfeeling jerk.\n\nIf not for her training him in the arts of friendship, he'd never have found Nef. She'd insisted he take that job. The one that was now his life. A fairly happy one until today. All the blessings he had, turned into ashes. Like those photographs in the fire. He didn't want her to change. He didn't want their relationship to alter in the slightest. The contradictions weren't lost on him. Those weren't changes he decided. They were evolution. It was dark now. Not as dark as his mood. Nowhere near as black as his soul. He shivered. Part the chill of a mountain nightfall, part the thought of what he'd almost certainly lost. Things had been going too well. The move to Tuvah, where they spent almost half the year. Gerard and Liz coming along. He'd been hired as a pilot. Enjoying being the first one to take off and land on the new airstrip. Happy memories. Would there be any to add to them?\n\n\"Any chance of you getting your head of your ass?\"\nThat was how Sophie usually snapped him out of one of his moods. Now he was hallucinating. Sad that he might never hear her say that again. Jay froze as he felt the warmth behind him. What the fuck? Of course she'd have worked out where he'd end up. Even when he didn't know himself. She knew him better. Sophie's arms came around his neck. Her chin rested on his shoulder. The silent tears started slowly trickling down his face.\n\"I'm sorry.\" He wailed, wanting so hard to take her in his arms and make this all go away.\nHe couldn't bring himself to touch her with the hands he'd beaten Bradley with.\n\"Why? What have you done little bro?\"\n\"I'm just sorry.\"\n\"Not as sorry as you will be when Nef gets here. She's been worried sick. Thought you might have done something stupid.\"\n\"Where is she?\"\n\"Waiting in the car. She sent me ahead. Thought it would be best if we had a private chat first.\"\nHe rested his head on her arm, the tears still flowing. More slowly now. He sniffed.\n\"I must have been so deep in my headspace I didn't hear you.\"\n\"We used a Tesla. Damn those things are a lot better than you'd think. The acceleration is scary fast. Now she's buying me one. It's great having a bestie who has more money than God.\"\nHe rubbed at the tears he'd only just noticed on his face.\n\"It's complicated. Most of that money is shared with the citizens of Tuvah.\"\n\"Well I'm not sharing my Tesla with them. They'll have to get their own. I might start a dealership on the islands. What do you think?\"\nCould this be possible? The whole dynamic between them should have changed. Yet here they were talking crap about nothing, like they always did. Jay was sitting on the back step. One down from the top. Sophie wrapped her arms and legs around him, like she used to do. Like she always did. Like she always would. Jay wiped his sleeve across his face.\n\"So are we okay?\" He asked, still uncertain.\n\"Why wouldn't we be? Nothing's changed between us. It never will. You'll always be my annoying little brother and I'll always be your much smarter big sister.\"\n\"Are you dry humping my husband by any chance?\" \nIt seemed Nef had become tired of waiting.\n\"Yes I am.\"\n\"Cool. Can I join in?\"\n\"Sure feel free.\"\nJay chuckled.\n\"Do I get any say in this?\"\n\"No.\" They answered simultaneously.\nNef set herself down beside him, her arms intertwined with Sophie's.\n\"I'm sorry my darling.\" He pushed his face into her long black hair, kissing his wife softly.\n\"Me too baby. I think today has been tough on all of us. Do you need more time to get your shit together?\"\nHe sighed. Took a deep cleansing breath.\n\"Yeah I think we can head back.\" \nAll three rose together.\n\"Or.\" Nef responded. \"We could stay here for the night.\"\nSophie shrugged.\n\"We can make up two beds, no problem.\"\n\"One bed will be fine.\" His lovely wife gave a dirty giggle, or was it the other way round?\n\nThere were few things better than being awoken by the smell of bacon. The ladies had obviously done some grocery shopping. His taste buds tingled. Would thick cut maple smoked? It was a strong possibility. He found Sophie in the kitchen. Oh yes, they'd bought his favorite. They did love him. Beating the shit out of a shit sure built up an appetite. Although it might have been almost a day since he'd last eaten and that had ended up on the ground. There was thumping coming from the loft, as he gave his sis a hug. She gave him a big smile. Things weren't back to exactly how they'd been. They'd get there though. An upside down head appeared through the hatch above and behind him.\n\n\"What's in this trunk?\" Nef asked.\n\"A better question would be what the hell are you doing up there?\" He retorted.\n\"Nosing around. Seeing if I can find out any of your little secrets. So what's in the trunk?\"\n\"He doesn't know. His father left it for him.\" Sophie provided, then went on with a brief explanation of the trip they'd made across the length and breadth of the mainland.\n\"Where's the key?\"\nShe wasn't going to let this rest. Unless he stamped down on it hard. As if he could do that.\n\"There isn't one. And I don't want to break it open.\"\nThat should halt this in its tracks.\n\"Not a problem. Get your arse over here I'm passing it down.\"\n\nResistance was futile. The three of them had breakfast with the trunk sitting there. Jay finding it impossible to work out why he'd never opened the damn thing. It was something he'd get around to. Then after it had been consigned to the attic, he'd forgotten all about it. Even now he was reluctant to open it. With the absence of a key, he hoped Nef would give up. At least he thought he did. As soon as she'd finished her food, his wife wiped her hands on her jean, crouching down in front of it.\n\n\"That's quite an impressive lock there. Shouldn't be too much of a problem though.\" She declared, before looking around. Her face brightened. She'd spotted something. Passing out through the open door, Nef returned with a couple of pieces of wire or metal in her hand. She displayed her finds, a big grin on her face. Damn. She was going to pick the lock.\n\"How the hell do you know how to do that?\" He mused aloud.\n\"I went to an English boarding school for almost 4 years. That's how.\"\nJay gave Sophie a confused stare.\n\"That only brings up even more questions.\"\nBig sis laughed.\n\"Got it.\" His wife declared happily.\n\"That was suspiciously quick. I'm beginning to think I should be checking out your little secrets.\"\n\"Come on then. As it's your dad, you should be the one to open it.\"\nNo going back now. He lifted the lid back until the thin chains came to their limit. There inside were maybe 20 box files. Nef and Sophie nodded their heads eagerly for him to check one. Jay selected a file at random, opening the catch. There inside were his school certificates for various achievements. Along with his silver medal in gymnastics. Nef had been gymnast until her boobs became a problem. He took another one out. This held family photographs. He could see the question on their faces.\n\"Pick one if you like.\"\nThey were both far more selective. Sophie taking the one with a date written on the spine. It was from a few months before is father passed away. Jay was about to take another.\n\"There's a letter here, with your name on it. A bit redundant I suppose. Who else would be going through the contents.\"\nBig sis handed it too him. Opening it carefully, he found a single sheet of folded paper inside. Handwritten on one side. Definitely his dad's writing. Only a single paragraph. No greeting. He read it. He read it again. What the hell? Jay began to laugh. In a second he was helpless with mirth. He had to sit down.\n\"What's so funny?\" Sophie inquired.\nThe missive was passed to her.\n\"The son of a bitch is still alive. He faked his own death. Holy shit.\" Shaking his head. \"How on earth did he do that, on a public golf course in front of dozens of witnesses who knew him? I'm feeling quite proud of that, the only other person in on it was my mother. Wait till I speak to her. I've got a few things to say\" \nHe collapsed again. Laughing so hard Sophie and Nef, grew concerned for his health and his sanity.",
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      "body": "The Princess turned on the charm throughout the meal.  Jay didn't know if it was a royalty thing or a Pacific islander thing. The way she always treated those who were effectively employees, with the utmost respect. While she treated those who were her social equals, and even superiors, with undisguised disdain. They spent half their time comparing photographs of their children. When the meal concluded and he'd paid the substantial bill, plus a large tip, Nef followed him to their car. Ignoring him as he opened the rear door for her she sat in the front passenger seat. His heart lurched. There was more. How stupid of him to think her making him the unwilling CEO/President of Kreuz Electronics, was the bad thing. When if he'd thought about it, he'd have known it was a mildly distasteful precursor. Jay should have also wondered what was in that briefcase she'd had him carry.\n\n\"Will you take me to the park?\" She asked sliding over, closer to him.\nNef rested her head on his shoulder briefly.\n\"Which one?\" He asked, his voice flat and emotionless.\nShe pulled out her phone. Activating the tracking software, before showing it to him.\n\"Here.\"\n\nIt took barely a second or two to enter the coordinates into the satnav. What the hell did this have to do with Tianni and Cassie? Surely whatever reveal she planned would be connected to what they'd been doing today. They drove in silence. Every so often he sensed her looking at him. He kept his eyes on the road ahead. His mind thrashing around in endless circles, as he fought to get to grips with a problem he didn't know anything about. Jay didn't trust himself to look at her. There were far too many questions bubbling inside him. Fortunately it was only a ten minute drive to the location. As they drew up to park, Lev and Miles parked beside them. He spotted the kids. Jacob, showing off again, Tianni laughing at his antics. Cassie, shy like her mother, holding on tightly to Miss Boyle's hand and Sophie's as they swung her between them. An image of pure bliss to ease his troubled soul. He reached for the door release. The Princess grabbed his arm.\n\n\"There's something you need to see first Jay.\" \nThe briefcase was open on her lap. She handed him the file it contained. It felt so heavy in his hands. Jay stared at it.\n\"What is it? I'm not opening it until I know what it is.\" His voice cracked as emotion choked him. \"I won't take no for an answer.\"\nThis time she stroked his arm.\n\"I understand.\" She sighed mournfully. \"It's over two years of intensive investigation. It's all the remaining evidence that Bradley Kreuz drugged and raped Sophie, then blackmailed her into sleeping with him again. That of course was to make her infidelity more provable. There are pictures and video files. He filmed it all of course. Then used that to force her to betray you and Dale. She knows about it. I'm going to leave you here, we'll expect you when we see you.\"\nHe nodded mechanically his head filled with a thousand images, ideas and even more questions. Most of which boiled down to, how would Sophie have let him know, without it setting off the volcanic eruption forcing its way from the depths of his soul. Things fell into place. Small incidents over the years, that he'd put down to women's things. Well rape certainly fell into that category. He couldn't even talk about Nando's heroic death without choking up. How much harder would it have been for Soph to open up about something like this.\n\"Thank you.\"\nOnce he'd said it, he knew he meant it. No matter how impossible that seemed. She kissed his cheek softly. Wiped away the lipstick. Before exiting the car without another word. He must sat there for a long time. His unfocussed eyes pointing at the file. He needed some air. Jay climbed out of the car, feeling old and tired. His expensive lunch ejected from his stomach as he crouched over the hood of the car.\n\"Take a deep breath.\" Miles advised him.\nHe and Lev were still there. Standing beside their vehicle. Jay wiped his mouth. Lev handed him a bottle of water to rinse it out. It almost choked him.\n\"Did you know about this?\" He asked tonelessly.\n\"Only the broad details. No specifics.\" Miles answered matter of factly his gaze wandering off to the left as he spoke.\nJay followed the line of sight. Princess Leilani was standing there, looking concerned. The smell of the smoke stirred up the storm in his brain. One of the park workers was burning cuttings in an oil drum. Before he knew he was moving Jay found himself beside it. He tossed the envelope in.\n\"Hey you can't... Whoa man.\" The groundsman backed away his hands held up to fend Jay off.\nThe look on Jay's face must have told him this wasn't someone to be reasoned with. He pulled out his wallet extracted all the cash. Handed it to the man. Who accepted it cautiously. \n\"I'm just going to watch it burn.\"\n\"Sure man whatever... There's over two hundred dollars here buddy. If there's anything else you wanna burn let me know.\"\nThe last recognisable fragments dissolved into ash and melted plastic. He'd reached the center of the hurricane. Jay walked briskly back to the cars. Miles and Lev standing where they been all this time. All the parts of the puzzle had fallen into place.\n\"Where is he?\" Jay demanded. \"I don't give a fuck if I have to take on the entire FBI. Where is he?\"\nMiles gave a grim smile.\n\"He's all safe and secure Jay. The FBI owe us a few favors. This will use up all of them. We'll take you to him. The two of you can have a private chat. Discuss old times, without any interruptions.\"\nSaying this Miles opened the rear door of the car ushering Jay in.\n\nHer heels were digging into the grass as she tottered over to her friends and the children. Leilani looked back as the car screeched away. She'd done the right thing. Hadn't she? There were debts that had to be paid. As Bradley's father had discovered this morning. The last of those who'd financed the attempts to subvert Tuvah. That comfortable anonymity he'd enjoyed for years had come to an abrupt end. Once he'd been gutted of every bit of information he possessed, he'd be gutted in the showers of a penitentiary. Money and power would see to that. For once it was for the betterment of mankind rather than its detriment. Damn it. She leaned against a bench and removed her shoes. That was better. Some problems were that easy to solve. Others took a lot longer and their echoes lingered well beyond. Sophie had spotted her approach, joining her friend with a tight smile on her pretty face.\n\n\"Well?\" She murmured.\n\"He didn't even look. Just threw them on a fire. Watched them burn. Didn't even check the contents.\"\n\"How was he?\"\n\"Hard to say Soph. You know what he's like. Keeps it all bottled up.\" She paused. \"I'm going to change the subject now, if you don't mind. How have our little monsters been today?\"\nSophie linked arms.\n\"Let's go and ask them.\"\n\nSeething wasn't the word. Raging didn't scratch the surface. Krakatoa was a party popper compared to his internal conflagration. He'd checked his firearm at least six times. It was displacement of course. He wasn't going to use it. Unless anyone was stupid enough to get in his way. They pulled up outside a grey three story building. Lev opened the door for him as he controlled is breathing as best he could. The big Russian grinned.\n\n\"I have baseball bat in trunk?\"\nThat would be too quick.\n\"Thanks for the offer Lev, but I'll pass. Where is he Miles?\"\nA nod from his now friend and they were heading in. Two flights up to the second floor. Along a corridor with empty offices to both sides. They stopped at a door. No different to any of the other doors. Miles quickly unlocked it, the thrust something into Jay's hand.\n\"These might come in handy. He's in there. Has no idea what's going. Lev and I will wait outside for you. Take as long as you like. He's behind the door to the left.\"\n\"Thanks mate.\"\n\"What are friends for?\"\nJay gave a chuckle.\n\"Mostly taking the piss out of me. I owe you one. I'll see if I can get Nef to give you both a pay rise.\"\n\"I earn enough as it is thanks. Give the fucker a good thorough workout.\"\nJay entered the offices. He stepped through the locked door to the room containing Bradley, who was pacing the floor. Pulling on the MMA gloves. He'd be able to hit a lot harder with these.\n\"It's about damn time.\" Bradley exclaimed before he recognised Jay. He swallowed nervously. \"I know my rights. You can't hold me here. I want a lawyer.\"\n\"Nice to see you again Dudley... Or is it Didley.\" The annoyed expressions crossing that face pleased him. Jay stretched his hands waggling his fingers. \"Wait. I'm seeing if I can remember. What did she say to you? Oh that's it. Scream and shout as much as you like. No one's coming to help you. That's what you said to her wasn't it?\"\nThere was the fear. That would soon turn into terror and panic. Bradley backed away.\n\"I don't know what you're talking about. Where's my lawyer?\"\n\"Oh Bratt you don't need a lawyer. You're going to need a good surgeon though. I'll be only too happy to jog your memory about the past.\" He flexed his hands again. \"Big and buff as you are Tad, I can kick the shit out of you in a fair fight. This will not be a fair fight. I promise you, you'll be pissing blood by the time I'm through with you. I always keep my promises. I don't want you to look on this as revenge. I want you to look on it as a valuable educational opportunity. I'm going to teach you all about excruciating agony. You should probably take notes. I'd love it if you put up some form of resistance. I don't expect it of course. You whiny pansy.\"\nBrad held up his hands as the groundsman had done. Backing away into an inconvenient wall, he then began to edge along.\n\"I have money. My dad knows people who could make your life hell.\"\nJay laughed.\n\"Correction Chet. You had money. Your dad knew people, who are now being interviewed by the authorities. No one knows you're here you sack of shit. Any last wishes?\"\nBefore the man could draw a breath to speak, Jay was all over him. After five or ten minutes of punching and kicking him around the room, Jay got more scientific and experimental. 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      "body": "\"I'm sorry.\"\nJay smiled to himself, waiting for the punchline. The Princess never apologized, unless it was the diversionary opening to a rebuke. He shifted in the driving seat, when the sting in the tail failed to arrive. She'd said it softly. When he looked at her in the rearview mirror she seemed sad. An emotion? The Princess would never admit to an emotion. He swallowed the lump in his throat. \n\"What for?\"\nNow she appeared momentarily confused. That meant she hadn't realized she'd spoken out loud. They were nearly at the building where the Kreuz Electronics offices were. He saw her taking a deep breath, arranging her face into her best fake smile.\n\"I bought this building as well, so park anywhere you like Jamie.\"\nKnowing each of the 3 women she was, as well as he did, Jay knew it was pointless questioning her. The barriers would spring up. Her words become cold and clipped. 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Along with a middle aged woman in a business suit. She shook The Princess' hand, after a few words Jay would have loved to hear. A few seconds later they were in through the twin glass doors, heading for the elevators and the 43rd floor. It was a bit cramped with him, his wife, Miles, the woman and the men with the trolley's. Miles and Lev had taken the express elevator. This was going to be a surprise then.\n\nThe fact confirmed when they reached their floor. The two security men were already in control of the situation. The staff were looking worried. Uncertain of what was taking place here. The receptionist reached for the phone. Lev shook his head. A trembling hand was withdrawn. Again his wife knew exactly where she was going. Striding along the corridors with the confidence of a prowling tiger. The trolleys and the business woman trailing behind them. The conference room looked to be their destination. The girl at a desk outside was scrutinizing them as they approached, consulting her desktop. When Leilani breezed past she jumped to her feet.\n\n\"I'm afraid you can't go in there madam. You don't have an appointment.\"\nShe received a condescending smile.\n\"I don't need one. Jamie could you explain to the young lady how much pain she'll be in if she doesn't get out of my way.\"\nOh no. She was in one of those moods. Leilani had taken the silk glove off her iron fist. Someone had really pissed her off. There was no way he'd hurt a woman unless he or someone important was in immediate danger. The threat hung in the air as it was processed. The pretty redhead nodded, then sat down. At that point another one came through the door behind her, took a look at the situation. Then bolted.\n\"There's no way I'm tackling her to the ground for you.\" Jay stated in a hushed tone.\n\"No need. This is the only way out. They aren't going anywhere.\" She paused. \"Unless they start throwing themselves out of the windows. Which might just happen, when the shit hits the fan. Follow me everyone.\"\n\nJay decided he needed to relax. This was going to happen. In a very real sense he knew it already had. It was far too late to go back now. He'd just have to deal with it. Their party made it to the double doors of the conference room. Only he and Leilani entered, the others stayed outside. Reason unknown, but they would be delivering something nice. The boxes on those trolleys would contain something that would ruin someone's day. Potentially his. Though he suspected this dagger was intended for someone else's heart. The six members of the board didn't notice them. They were all too busy paying attention to the lady who'd bolted. She was breathlessly informing them of the new arrivals. Jay closed the door as quietly as he could. \n\n\"Someone call security. Get them thrown out.\"\nThat was Randal Kreuz, a man Jay had a passing familiarity with. Sitting next to him was Bradley. When The Princess cleared her throat, loudly, they all looked up.\n\"That wouldn't be a good idea Mr Kreuz.\" She announced. \"Scream and shout as much as you like. No one's coming to help you.\" She was staring at Bradley when she said that. \"Besides my security is a lot better than yours. It wouldn't end well for anyone. Except us of course. So before you call for security call for some ambulances first.\"\nBradley noticed Jay for the first time. Did that thing cowardly bullies did. Pretended to leap to his feet, hoping that someone would stop him. When no one did he sat back down again.\n\"What's that asshole doing here?\" The asshole growled.\nJay gave him a big smile.\n\"Nice to see you again Bart. This time without the piss stains.\"\nAnother half hearted attempt to get to his feet before his non-existent courage failed him.\n\"You can't threaten us.\" The older Kreuz declared heatedly. \"We're in the middle of an important meeting here. One you had no right to interrupt. Who the hell are you anyway?\"\nShe gave him the full beam fake smile.\n\"I'm Princess Leilani of Tuvah. This is my husband. He's the new CEO of Kreuz Electronics.\"\n\"What the fuck?\" Jay exclaimed.\nShe gave him her best repentant wife look.\n\"I should have told you darling, but I wanted it to be surprise. Don't worry. I haven't spent too much on it. We're getting it really cheap, thanks to forensic accountancy.\"\nA few of the board members seemed worried by that statement. Kreuz decided to bully and bluster.\n\"I'm the CEO of Kreuz Electronics. This company has been in my family for almost 70 years. Anyway we've just completed a merger with...\"\n\"Me.\" Leilani pointed at herself.\nKreuz huffed dismissively.\n\"Bullshit! We're supposed to be meeting with John Able to sign off on the merger. Only he hasn't shown up yet.\"\nJay grimaced. Leilani simpered at him.\n\"That's me.\" Jay admitted, before turning his attention to his wife. \"When we get home, I'm going to have words with you.\"\n\"Oh good. We won't be going home for quite some time. I'm sure I'll find ways to make you forget.\" Spinning on her heel, her face became hard and merciless. \"It's no longer a merger Mr Kreuz. This is a hostile takeover. You have no idea how much hostility I have for you and these other odious creeps.\" \nHer eyes were locked on Bradley again. He tried to meet her gaze, but eventually dropped his head.\n\"I'm afraid you don't know much about American law. If you think you can simply walk in here and take over an entire company, you're in for a very rude awakening. Now leave, otherwise we'll have you arrested for trespass and anything else we can think of.\"\n\"You're the lawyer aren't you.\" She calmly responded. \"Brian van Horne. You are correct. My knowledge of American law is quite sparse. That's why I hired the best talent money could buy. That's going to cost me more than this company will. If you think back to a few moments ago, you may remember I mentioned forensic accountancy. Best that money could buy.\" \nGliding over to the door as she spoke, Leilani opened it and the trolley's were wheeled in. The woman looked at some photos on her phone. Then walked around the boardroom table handing each man a thick envelope as she did. \n\"You've been served.\" She trilled happily to each of them. Eventually she came back to stand beside Jay and his wife. \"Normally I have a process server doing this, but I wanted to hand those out personally. I'll be seeing some of you in court I expect.\"\nAll of the men stared at the ominous envelopes before them. A couple even started to open them. The intercom buzzed loudly. Jay gave his wife a questioning look. She nodded and smiled. Randal Kreuz smashed his fist down on the button.\n\"Mr Kreuz. The FBI are here.... They want to see you... What's happening? Are we in trouble? We're not allowed to leave our desks or touch our computers or phones.\"\nMayhem descended. It looked as though some of the board members might come to blows. Jay's party stepped back.\n\"What's with the trolleys?\"\nLeilani grinned.\n\"Bit of showmanship. It's all the incriminating material Marie and her people found. We thought it would be nice if the FBI got a bit of a helping hand in their investigations.\"\n\"Nice touch. Hold on. Marie's got people?\"\n\"Yes. She can afford them given the money we've been paying her for the last few years. Let's let the officers in. Then we can all go for a late lunch.\" She looked around at her crew. All of whom accepted the invite. \"You're paying.\"\n\"What? I get paid a lot less than Marie... Actually I don't get paid. Do I?\"\n\"I pay you in love darling. You're paying because I'm a princess. I don't carry money around with me. We can stop at an ATM on the way.\"",
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      "body": "Now here he was five years later. Having been married to the beautiful princess for five years. After that amount of time you'd have thought he knew something about the way she thought. It goes without saying you'd have been wrong. Princess Leilani of Tuvah was three different women. Two of whom you really didn't want to get on the wrong side of. Actually you didn't want to get on the wrong side of the third woman, because of the other two. To be fair he hadn't seen one of the women for a long time. She was still around though. No doubt about that. She'd partied her way around the globe. Left a trail of abandoned lovers behind her, according to the gossip, and enjoyed a spectacular amount of press coverage of her antics. A considerable amount of effort had gone into removing most of the evidence. Some of it was still out there. Not enough for a detailed timeline of her excesses.\n\nJay was lucky enough to love all three of them. 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She hadn't returned to the US since she and Jacob had collected Dale's Turing Award from the ACM over four years ago. Sophie had been so proud, Jacob loved it to. The ceremony had appealed to his knight in shining armor. The silver bowl he picked up was a fitting trophy. He'd also got to know his dad. It turned out that the genius had put a lot of information in those computer chips of his. A substantial portion of which was video and audio. Dale knew he was dying. So he'd left all this behind. Figuring it would be a few years before anyone found what he'd done. A lot of tears had been cried. Some of them by Jay. His friend had left him a touching personal message. Asking Jay to take care of his wife and their child. Sophie assured Jay he had done just that. \n\nA lot of ducks were lining up. Tianni and Cassandra had been brought along to distract him, during what was supposed to be a brief stay. Taking care of some loose ends, so to speak. Being the gullible moron he was he'd accepted this. Too late now. Miles and Lev would be in on it. Neither one of them would admit it. They were both far too honorable to do that, despite their deep friendship. All it needed now for a full house, was the presence of Marie Gagne. Another dead end for information on what Leilani was up to here. This was a card game he hadn't known he was playing. \n\nThere was no way this would be to his detriment. As much as he loved the 3 women his wife was, they loved him back. It would either be something he'd be against or it involved things that would upset him. Who was he kidding? It could be a thousand different things. The privacy screen lowered between him and his passengers. He winked at the reflections of his two angels in the back seats. They smiled back.\n\n\"I've booked a floor at The Surrey, Jamie. Sophie and Jacob will be there already. So we can drop off the children before we take care of things.\"\nAn entire floor of the most expensive hotel in New York. Nothing noteworthy about that. Why use the embassy where there were good accommodations for free?\n\"I'll let Miles and Lev know.\"\nHer inscrutable expression in the rearview mirror, told him he'd been correct. It also told him he was about to find out what she was up to. It wouldn't all come at once. The slow reveal was her forte in almost every situation. Something about this would upset him.\n\"They already know.\"\nOf course they did. This had all been meticulously planned. \n\"May I ask where we're heading?\"\n\"Yes.\" The ghost of a smile on her lips.\nIt was another game she played sometimes. One he usually enjoyed. You had to take your fun whenever you could the way their lives worked.\n\"Where will we be going?\"\n\"We have a meeting arranged at Kreuz Electronics.\"\nWe, not I. Meaning he'd be taking a full part in the show. Nef was dropping him little hints and clues. Before he could delve any deeper, the privacy screen rose up. Jay chuckled to himself. Half an hour later the children had been dropped off. Soph was taking the tribe to a couple of museums and lunch. Jay was preparing himself for whatever happened next. Knowing there would be little to nothing he could do about it. When the Princess got anything into her head, no one could stop her. As soon as he'd taken his place in the driver's seat the partition slid down.\n\"What time is the meeting?\" He asked reaching to program the satnav.\n\"Whatever time I turn up. We need to pay a visit to the mayor and DA I'm afraid Jamie.\"\n\"Have we done something wrong?\"\n\"No. They have. It was fully expected. The mayor and the DA have played into our hands. The address has been programmed in just select 8.\"\nHe started the engine, checking to see that their escort was aware and fully prepared.\n\"You haven't got an appointment with them have you?\"\n\"I don't need one. Besides this is a social call. They're both at their gentleman's club.\"\n\"Is that a euphemism for something less salubrious?\"\n\"Not in this instance. It actually is a club. Now I'm going to beat them with it. It's the only way they'll learn.\"\n\nIt was a quick in and out, once Lev had menaced the doorman into letting them in. Though they couldn't actually bar women from the place, most of the staff were young females, their rules required you be invited by an existing member regardless of your gender. Jay accompanied The Princess, carrying her briefcase. As far as he knew she didn't have a briefcase. Lev and Miles stayed in the lobby, drawing curious stares from both members and staff. Expensive heels clicked across marble flooring until they reached the restaurant, which was carpeted. The silence that fell when they entered, seemed very loud. Some men got to their feet. A steward of some sort tried to head them off. Going as far as placing his arm in front of a woman on a mission. Never a good idea. Leilani gave him an icy smile.\n\n\"Jamie? If this man doesn't move out of my way immediately, could you break his arm for me please?\"\nJay gave the steward a sad look of regret that he was about to do him harm.\n\"Certainly Princess Leilani.\" He affirmed loud and clear.\nThe man backed down, shuffling aside to allow them to pass. Though she'd never been here before, to his knowledge, Nef knew the way. Heading through the dining room to a wide corridor with private rooms at the rear. Finding the one she wanted, she stepped inside. The mayor and the DA stopped, one with a fork and the other with a glass of wine, halfway to their mouths. She pulled out her phone, swiped it a couple of times.\n\"That one is Mayor Horner and the other is.... A slimy piece of shit. Correction they are both slimy pieces of shit, the thinner one is DA Janssen.\"\nThe mayor threw down his balled up napkin.\n\"You better have a damn good reason to be here, whoever you are.\"\n\"I'm Princess Leilani. The two of you arranged the dropping of charges against Mr Bradley Kreuz after he assaulted me. Not the first time Mr Kreuz has assaulted a woman. Not the first time you've refused to press charges. It is the last though.\" She signaled Jay to open the briefcase for her, taking out a thick envelope. \"These are high resolution photographs of the mayor enjoying the company of several women to whom he isn't married.\" She spilled them out across the floor. Took out another envelope. \"In this one I have pictures of you Mr Janssen. Not as good quality, but you and the criminals you're consorting with can be clearly seen. Along with the money they are giving you. I've got audio and video as well.\" The second envelope was emptied on the contents of the first.\nThe mayor had a predatory smile on his face.\n\"You're in a heap of trouble little lady. What say we get security to eject you from the premises?\"\nShe smiled back at him so hard his face fell.\n\"Jamie? What do you say?\"\nHe pulled back his jacket, drawing the pistol. Then jacking a round into the chamber.\n\"Where do you want me to shoot them?\"\n\"Somewhere it'll be easy to clean up the blood and brains. Take them out back through the kitchens, then put their remains in one of the dumpsters. They're being collected today I understand.\" The two bemused men thought they could resist. Jay delivered a few heavy blows with pistol and fists. Then shoved his weapon into the DA's mouth. \"Or you can both leave now. Through the front door. Never to return.\" She sniffed the air, recoiling with disgust. \"Oh God which one of them's shit himself? No need to answer, it was a rhetorical question. Time to make your minds up gentlemen.\"\nAs the two men shuffled to their feet, it became clear it was the DA who'd soiled himself. \n\"I can still kill them if you want Princess Leilani.\"\n\"No. It wouldn't be right for that stench to be tracked through the kitchens. Besides I want their fellow members to witness their humiliation.\"\n\"But our cars are in the underground parking lot.\" The DA whined.\nIt was weird how the human brain worked, Jay reflected. \n\"Don't worry. Transportation has been arranged for your next port of call. The FBI are waiting outside for you. They have some questions they want to ask.\"\nIndeed they were. The two men were cuffed and loaded into a van. In front of a large crowd of curious onlookers who were taking pictures. The news would be out very shortly. Jay looked at his lovely wife.\n\"How did you manage all this? It was like you knew your way round. 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      "body": "\"Do you think they like me?\" Nef asked, as she rolled on top of him in their bed.\nJay regarded her serious face, seriously.\n\"It's hard to say really.\" He teased. \"Of course they do. I told you before.\"\nShe made a disgruntled face at him.\n\"Yes, but they might have been being polite. Or I might have done something to change their opinion.\"\nHe chuckled, giving her a little kiss.\n\"What could you have do...? Oh shit. What have you done Nef? What crazy stunt have you pulled this time?\"\n\"Nothing, I swear. Don't you trust me?\"\n\"That's a loaded question and you know it. There are some areas where you have my complete trust. Others not so much.\" Jay rolled her off him, into an embrace. \"They absolutely frigging adore you. Almost as much as I do.\"\n\"Cool. Now all I have to do is get into Jacob's good books.\"\n\"That'll be easy. He's got a thing for older women as beautiful as you are. He's six years old though so I don't want you taking him parasailing or skydiving.\"\nThey were now both up on their elbows gazing into each others eyes.\n\"He's seven actually. At least that's what Sophie said. She could be another deceptive, evil woman, like me.\"\nHer eyes flashed with mock indignation. \n\"I didn't say you were deceptive. Evil? Yes. Deceptive? Also a yes, but I didn't say it.\"\n\"Is it safe to come in?\" Sophie hollered from outside.\n\"Just a second.\" Nef responded giggling. \"I just need to unlock his handcuffs and remove the ball gag.\"\n\"Can I borrow them? Only sometimes he won't shut up.\" His big sister riposted.\n\"I can hear all of this you know.\" He called.\n\"So she's removed the ball gag. What about the cuffs?\"\n\"Just come in. It's not like you haven't seen me naked before.\"\nSophie's head appeared around the door as it eased open.\n\"Shame. I was hoping to see a bit of action. 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He'd barely scratched the surface of the whole deal. It involved a lot of media crap. There was the diplomacy crap as well. They'd been a couple for nearly 6 months now, and he was still barely keeping his head above water.\n\nNef's part was far harder to. She wasn't coasting through it, but handled things far better than he did. Mind you, that could be because she got to order him about. Treat him as a member of staff. More accurately, treat him like people thought a lowly member of staff should be treated. Back on Tuvah it was a lot more relaxed. A situation like this had to be rare, if not unique. They could get married, but no one must know. It was to protect him from the attention of the vultures who circled the beautiful Polynesian Princess, with a checkered past. Most of which was still hidden. It would remain so thanks to the work of Marie, Miles and Lev. No kiss and tell stories would surface, if those concerned knew what was good for them.\n\nMiles and Lev had sliced and diced their way through a lot of former people. Who were now stains on brickwork and smouldering furniture. Those that hadn't been fed to wild animals, at least. They'd cut off the head of the snake that had haunted the royal family for years. Marie was still tracking down the few fugitives that remained. The two special forces soldiers had been graphically brutal. Allegedly. Marie, for one, was delighted with their handiwork, which she'd shared with those who might be tempted to try to harm the two princesses. \n\nThis was only the beginning. Tianni was 9 years old. It would be another 9 before she turned 18 and Leilani could introduce her to the world of international diplomacy. Rubbing shoulders with the wealthy and powerful could wait until then. While he felt proud of both of them, he was still well out of his depth. As he had been when he eventually spoke to the CIA, FBI and HLS, regarding those super efficient chips Dale had designed. That no one else could comprehend. \n\nThe main problem, there were several, being that over time the processors became slower and slower. They were still three or four times faster than anything else on the market. The Kreuz Corporation had spent millions trying to work out what was going on. They'd failed. The schematics and technical details they'd stolen through Sophie, were incomplete. That's why they'd gone after Jay all those years ago. When they couldn't find him, they'd had to deal with the fallout. Some very lucrative contracts were in the balance. Both with the military and their civilian customers. The only partial solution they'd come up with was to use the processors in parallel. Then, when the Department of Defense discovered the chips were storing and transmitting data to each other, they'd come down hard. As far as they could tell nothing sensitive was being sent to foreign powers. Many of whom were also using the chips.\n\nIt was this that saved Kreuz from being torn to pieces with multiple criminal charges and accusations of treason. They passed over all the technical information they had, along with the patents, to the government. They still manufactured the chips under license. Their profits had been badly affected though. Firstly by having to use more of the product to produce the same results and secondly losing all the licensing income. No one could fathom what Dale had done. They'd come to the conclusion they were missing vital information. The Kreuz Corporation gladly ratted Jay out. Though, because of his history, the Feds were pretty confident he wasn't capable of designing a Lego fire engine. What they really needed was Dale's initial work and notes.\n\nLuckily for them, and Jay for that matter, he was able to help them. That encryption they'd need a town sized quantum computer to crack, had a key. The one Dale had given him, in a sense. The Book of Genesis from a specific edition of the King James Bible. All of it, word for word. 38,262, they told him later. After they'd checked of course. Even with the encryption key there were weeks or possibly months of decoding to do. Dale was indeed a fricking genius. His work decades ahead of anyone else on the planet. The fact he'd done this from his basement made his achievements even more outstanding. Jay suggested his friend was due some posthumous recognition for the work. The only awards it had won had been gifted to the Kreuz corporation after they'd stolen the designs. \n\nThe extended, and re-extended, family were all together at last. Jacob welcoming Tianni with a well practised bow. Miss Boyle must have given him lessons. Aside from the online ones she always made sure to produce. It was time for a trip, he was told. Jay could take the older kids, Jacob and Tianni, for an overnight camping expedition. They were up to something. They wanted him out of the way while they did it. Jay didn't need any special powers to know this for certain. Disturbingly for him, Leilani was in on it. She might even be the ringleader. If that was the case he needed to be very scared. There would be a lot of cardiac events in his immediate future. Acquiescing was all he could do. No lone man could oppose this many women. Two of whom were pregnant.\n\nTheir small party headed over to the other side of the lake. It was close by, but out of sight of the cabin. Common sense told him he should ignore their instructions. Camp close by, and spy on them. Tianni or Jacob would give him away though. It was like one of those role playing video games. The ones where the player is aware that their current quest is a trap or a double cross. One that you had to fall into, in order to get any further in the narrative. Once they were at the campsite his worries fell away, for the most part. Being with the kids was therapeutic. Adult things had kept them apart far too long. Once they'd pitched the tents he soon got into enjoying their company. Children were so much simpler tan adults to deal with. At least that's what he'd found.\n\nWhen they returned the following day, there was a big black SUV parked in what passed for their drive. The type of vehicle favored by federal agents. It had Washington DC plates. The ladies were out on the deck enjoying themselves. As far as he could tell. Sometimes it was difficult working out if women were happy. They all looked up at him, after welcoming the children home. The four of them had that look ladies have, when they know something you don't.\n\n\"So what have you been up to while we were gone?\" Jay inquired, trying hard not to sound suspicious.\n\"We've been arranging your wedding.\" Liz smiled.\nThere was something about the way she said this, that set off alarm bells. Why? It was a good thing wasn't it? \n\"Am I invited?\" He asked his future wife with a weary smile.\n\"I expect we could fit you in. Even at this short notice. Let me check. First things first though, will you be free on the 16th?\"\nHe was going along with this. He had no choice. \n\"That depends. Which month?\"\nLeilani stood up, draping herself from his shoulders. Rubbing her nose against his with a giggle.\n\"This month.\"\nHere was the cardiac event he'd predicted.\n\"That's ten days away. Aren't there things I have to do? Apart from showing up. Holly? You'll know this. Aren't I supposed to ask King Palau for her hand in marriage or something like that?\"\nThe hairs on the back of his neck stood up, as he heard the deep masculine voice behind him.\n\"Ask away. I'm all ears.\" Palau replied.",
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      "body": "Waking up to that face beside him was too wonderful for words. Even the way she breathed was special. The dark, almost black, curtain of hair covering one eye. He could watch her sleeping all day long. Would do if she allowed him to film her. That was a no, no. Nefertiti didn't like being photographed, let alone filmed. That was her pet name now. Shortened to Nef. The resemblance between the Egyptian queen and Leilani was plain as day. Although his lovers near perfectly symmetrical features were the result of genes and not a sculptors artifice. Her long eyelashes flickered open. She smiled warmly at him as he brushed aside the locks obscuring her face. As he puckered up for a good morning kiss those brown eyes widened.\n\n\"Shit. It's almost eight thirty.\" \nHe rolled out of bed so fast he didn't have time to anything except thump to the floor. Jay searched frantically for his clothing. He needed to get back to shower then dress for work. Get out of here before their tryst was discovered.\n\"Have you seen my other sock?\" \nNef was laughing at him. This wasn't funny, the two of them had to keep this on the down low. \n\"There's probably a clean pair in your dresser.\" She paused as he continued crawling around on the floor searching for clothes. \"This is your room, you tool.\" She collapsed with laughter again. \"My brave hero panicking like a naughty schoolboy, I love it. I love him, but this comes a close second.\"\n\"Leah or Janie will be here shortly to tidy, so you've got to get a move on to.\" Was all could come up with before he headed to the bathroom.\n\nHer slipping into the shower with him didn't help matters. He was going to be late, even later if they fooled around. It was at that moment he had an epiphany. He was his own boss. He could turn up for work whenever he wanted. As long as the admin was taken care of by the following day, nothing else mattered. Nef needed a good wash. All over. Plenty of soap. Once he'd completed her task the favor was returned, as Nef washed him down from top to bottom. Only she only got half way before things suddenly became far more interesting. Before it could become fascinating there was a knock. One he couldn't ignore. If it was Leah or one of the other staff, they'd wait, knock again then enter. He grabbed a towel on his way to answer it. The rock hard erection would have to be concealed behind the door. Finding Miss Boyle and Tianni standing there, was a huge shock to his system. They were looking at him expectantly.\n\n \"We were going down to take breakfast Mr Livingston. Tianni wondered if you might like to join us.\"\nTalk about rock and a hard place. His libido was telling him no. His conscience insisted yes was the correct answer.\n\"Ummmm... I've got a few things to take care of first... I don't want to keep you waiting, I expect you've got things to do as well.\"\nThe two of them looked at each other.\n\"Yes. You're taking us to Suvisi Mr Livingston.\"\nTrue, he'd had to arrange everything.\n\"Surely, that's not until Saturday.\"\nTianni rolled her eyes.\n\"Today is Saturday.\" She advised\nHoly shit. What had happened to Thursday and Friday? Oh yeah. Leilani had happened. Several times.\n\"Oh. I'll be with you as soon as I can then. Didn't get much sleep last night I'm afraid.\"\nTianni rubbed her fingers together nervously.\n\"I hope you don't mind, but I asked Aunt Leilani if she'd like to come along. I think she's not as mad with you as she was. Since you got the two of us talking. She was really angry about that, even after we talked. I should have told you I suppose.\"\nThere was no way he could deny the request, even though it was potential minefield. He didn't want to either, but he and Nef would have to be so careful not to reveal they were together.\n\"I expect we'll rub along together. Might be a chance to get know each other.\"\nTianni did a little jig of joy.\n\"We're just going to fetch her.\"\n\"NO!\" Jay exclaimed loudly. Holly and Tianni were now regarding him with fear for his well being. Too late he understood there was in fact no reason why they shouldn't walk all the way to Leilani's rooms. \"Sorry.... I forgot to do something last night... Now it's too late.\" Maybe he should have stopped there, but that would have been too easy. \"You go fetch her. Although I think I saw her a little while ago, crossing the courtyard. It's well worth checking though. She might be back already. I didn't want you to get disappointed if she wasn't there.\"\nHolly was giving him a concerned look. He was one more brain fart away from her feeling his forehead.\n\"It'll be good for you to relax Mr Livingston. I think you may have been driving yourself too hard, after your injuries. You should take things more slowly, until you fully recover.\"\nThe day was young and already chock full surprises. A few more were on their way. Leilani was already dressed when he got back to the bathroom. Her still damp hair puled back into a loose ponytail. She ran her finger down his chest, lingering at the scars. A wicked smile on her gorgeous face. Pulling his hand flat she held hers clenched over it, before dropping her panties onto it.\n\"This is just so you know I won't be wearing underwear today. I'm going commando.\" He shambled after her, his towel dropping to the floor, as she exited. The next thing he knew Nef had his window open. Then she climbed out. \"I can take a short cut and be there before they are.\" Her head disappeared below the sill, popping up again immediately. \"Kiss.\" He could do nothing except oblige.\n\nLike all men, Jay had fooled himself into believing he'd witnessed all facets of the woman he loved. Like all men he was wrong. Just how wrong became apparent over the course of the weekend. It started with their breakfast together. Princess Leilani shaking his hand as they met. Expressing her wish that the two of them could become friends, or at least be civil towards one another. He was wearing shorts and a t-shirt. It was going to be a leisurely weekend after all. Nef had on a classy designer outfit. With a skirt that was far too short for her current underwear situation. She had to be practising for her forthcoming public appearances, representing the island. Preparing him for the days ahead. During which she'd be the complete picture of decorum and royal reserve. Her shoving her naked foot up the leg of his shorts soon disproved that assumption.\n\nOn the boat trip to Suvisi Island she sat with Miss Boyle, while he was seated alongside Tianni. Who was happily chattering away. She'd been looking forward to this for far too long. Partly due to his infirmity. The first time he thought it was accidental. The second time Jay considered the possibility it might be intentional. By the fourth time he knew she was deliberately flashing him her absence of panties. This while keeping up a conversation with Holly. Plus ensuring no one else was aware of her activities. Especially Tianni. Impressive multitasking, considering he could hardly keep track of what the young girl was saying. If he kept his head down, Nef wouldn't be able to distract him.\n\n\"Have we got any idea when we'll be heading back Stateside?\" He inquired, knowing he would be on safe ground.\n\"Actually we're waiting on you and Captain Rogers. Although he said we could safely travel as soon as you decide. The captain is confident you'll be able to handle all the security arrangements.\" Holly informed him, giving Nef the opportunity to distract him again.\nIt was as though her groin was an eye magnet. Which, in a way, it was. It also attracted other parts of his body.\n\"So what are we doing when we get there?\" Jay continued, trying to retain some composure and failing miserably.\n\"Whatever you want.\" The youngster replied. \"I'm looking forward to seeing grandpa when he gets there. Jacob to. You know, everyone.\"\nThey could see Jay was completely lost from his dumb expression. Holly again looked as though she was going to check him for a fever.\n\"You do know this is your trip don't you?\" The governess asked. \"Although I must say I'm going to enjoy seeing Liz, Gerard, Jacob and Sophie again. In the flesh. Video calls aren't the same are they?\"\n\nIt was another ten weeks before Miles and Lev got back. Jay hanging on for them after discovering what they were up to. He could hardly take a vacation while those two were tracking down the assholes who'd tried to kill everyone. Marie didn't give any details of their activities. In that time Palau returned and set off again. 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      "body": "For the third, or possibly fourth, time since he'd accepted his position, Jay was going to do the stupidest thing he'd ever done. Each exponential leap upwards had seemed right at the time. Each escalation had inevitably led on to another. The only certainties applicable now were; he loved Leilani and he loved Tianni. As result of this he wanted them to be happy and whole. On the surface they were both of these things. But he was picking up the same stoicism vibe from Leilani as he did with his charge. The three evenings he'd spent with Leilani had shown him this. He'd caught her looking at his image files. Those of Tianni to be more precise. He'd seen the pain she was feeling, when she didn't know he was looking. They'd talked and talked as well. He now understood most of the obligations she was under, as a princess of Tuvah. She faced years of having to do things which terrified, intimidated and disturbed her. Although she claimed she'd get use to it, develop a thicker skin or stronger psyche, it would wear her down. Erode who he'd found out she was.\n\nDiscovering, that beneath the outstanding physical beauty, a greater beauty was hidden, had come as a surprise. A pleasant one of course. All the things she wanted to do, but wouldn't be able to due to her obligations, were either quirky or selfless. That inner glow, the one that faded and died in public or whenever she encountered her niece, would be reduced. Possibly even replaced by cynicism. Having found out who she was, that unique human being was in danger of being lost. Tianni and Leolani had been soulmates, a state he'd recognized only because he'd seen it with Dale and Sophie. Theirs had been lost from the world. Jay couldn't help thinking he'd been to blame for this. He certainly couldn't have healed what was wrong with his only friend. But he couldn't escape the conclusion he'd contributed to his death. Running around pretending to be some globetrotting big tech entrepreneur, when he should have been back home supporting the couple.\n\n\"If you love someone, set them free. If they come back they're yours; if they don't they never were.\" The quote kept going round in his head over and over again. Its meaning was not lost on him. The hard part was accepting that meaning. Having finally found the one, setting her free was the last thing he wanted to do. It was what he should do. Honor and duty demanded it. This was going to hurt far more than getting shot. Shania wouldn't be able to stitch this wound closed. Set her free he must. With the skills, support and equipment necessary for Leilani to remain true to herself. He knew what this would do to their relationship, especially if it went to plan. There was also a strong chance the special bonds he had with Tianni would weaken. He'd no longer be necessary, except as a bodyguard. That wouldn't last either. \n\nThe idea came to him while he was working. Sitting in the office, with very little to do thanks to the system Miles had put in place. The bastard still refused to return. Jay thought back to that first night, when he'd awoken to find Mies in his room. His boss had keys to everything. A swift check showed they were now in his possession. There was nowhere off limits. Not even Palau's bedroom. This newly discovered power led to the formation of his ludicrous scheme. Combined with his faith in who Tianni and Leilani were, it was clear. He'd have to deceive two people he cared about enormously. For their own good. Was it honorable? The answer was impossible to calculate. It was his duty. If not this then some other ruse or scheme. There might not be time though. He still didn't know when they'd be leaving. Come to think of it, he didn't know why either. His time as a soldier had beaten that kind of curiosity out of him. Go there. Do that. Come back. Rinse and repeat.\n\nThe simplicity bothered him. How could such a complete betrayal of trust be so easy? Two internal calls was all it took. One to Miss Boyle, to explain what he needed her to do when school finished for the day. A small favor a few of hours later. Second call to Leilani, the lie freezing the blood in his veins. They weren't going to suffer and die, yet part of him would. Of all the shitty things he'd done in his pointless existence, this seemed the worst. The con was on. How had his dad ever managed to do things like this on a regular basis? They were more alike than he'd ever thought. The fix was in, his soul would burn eternity.\n\nWhen Leilani greeted him with a hug and a kiss, he almost lost it. To the extent she knew something was amiss. He lied and he lied, as he died inside. That went round his head while he leading her along. Down from the top floor to the room with only one door and no windows. There'd once been a snooker table in there, so he'd been told. Jay had, had to look that up. He urged her to hurry, she grew excited and that made this so much worse. She expected a surprise. Not the one she found when she was three paces into the room. Jay locked the door as she hammered on it screaming with rage. \n\n\"You bastard. How could you? I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.\"\n\nThere was a lot more. It followed him as he mounted those stairs again. It was for the best, he kept telling himself. Stuck in a room with Tianni, they'd both have to talk at some point. They might not leave as close confidants, but a barrier would have been crossed. A line of communication opened up between them. Palau would see to it they got back together as was right and proper. What he'd done though? The ends didn't always justify the means. They might do in this case, and he might not be there to find out. Tianni had been cruelly tricked as well. Holly would be along later to let them out. Now he just wanted to lie down and die.\n\n Avoiding any eye contact, Jay slithered his way back to his rooms. Lost and lonely, he stood there for an epoch. His mind unable to cope with what he'd done for the best. The paradoxical laughter took over as he thought of Nando. The next he knew, he was on his knees sobbing. Feeling sorry for himself, he bitterly admitted. The scorn he felt for what he'd done was overwhelming. Nothing would repair the damage he'd caused to those who trusted him the most. Drink himself unconscious, that's what he needed to do. Climbing to his feet, he headed for the fridge. Nothing there to intoxicate or anesthetize him. One of the kitchen cupboards held a bottle of Chivas Regal, containing an egg cup full of whiskey. He smashed it against the wall. This had to be close to how much she hated him. \n\nIt was getting dark. How long had he been standing among the scattered shards of glass? It didn't matter. He couldn't leave this for someone else to clean up. That would be a small wrong on top of a huge one. One he couldn't remedy, the other he could. It was something to do. It kept his hands busy while his brain imploded. Sinking deeper and deeper into that self pity he found so loathsome. The knock jolted him out of his reverie. Oh shit, he must have made some noise that had been heard. He wasn't aware of having screamed and shouted. That didn't mean anything, it was pitch dark, the only illumination the moon. The glass had been cleared up long ago. \n\nThe knock was louder this time. He didn't want to open the door. Raising his voice after disturbing others would be spiteful. He swung it open, excuse prepared. It was a flashback he'd say. The excuse died prematurely. Leilani stood there, er eyes were slits. She was panting. With fury of course. Much as he couldn't deal with her outrage right now he'd have to.\n\n\"You look like shit.\" She snapped, pushing past him. 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      "body": "They disengaged self consciously. Leilani tugging down her sweater, Jay had to assume that was his work. Even though he couldn't recall doing it. His own shirt had been pulled out of his pants. What had they been up to while lost in that embrace?\n\n\"I'd like to take it slowly... not.. jump straight into bed.. I know we've.. But I...\"\nShe kept stumbling on, until Jay recovered enough of his wits to come to her aid.\n\"I think slowly would be fantastic.\"\nHis subconscious motivation possibly being to drag this doomed relationship out as long as possible. Although he and Tianni would be leaving before too long. That would put a full stop to things. Would it be days or weeks? Which would be best? \n\"Do you think we can salvage enough to eat?\"\nThe tentative smile lit up her face. It set fire to his chest at the same time.\n\"I've got snacks. Breakfast cereal and potato chips? Not much milk though.\"\n\"What flavour?\"\n\"It's a multipack. Four flavors. 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Easily answered, he'd never been in love before. He'd only ever been with women for the company. Followed by recreational sex, if it was available. It generally was. Not many of their names had stuck in his head. Most of them he wouldn't have been able to describe. Not even the sex was memorable.\n\nThey even did the washing up together. Not that there was a lot. The water went cold twice as they fooled around even so. Doing next to nothing with her was better than anything he could imagine. They talked in between kisses. Him lying on his sofa with her on top. Her fingers tracing his muscles before she started to remove his shirt. Where was this heading? He tried to sit up. Leilani shushed him, gently pushing him back before she resumed unbuttoning. Throwing his shirt open with the last one, Leilani traced the scars on his shoulder and chest. Cool hands touching the old wounds. Once she'd kissed them enough for her satisfaction, she had him turn over. 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Even though I was the last one to hurt you.\"\n\"I'm pretty sure it was the guy who shot me.\" \nThe little quip failed to lift the suddenly somber mood. She slapped at him, then kissed where she'd struck him.\n\"You took a bullet for me. If I hadn't been there...\"\n\"I was doing my job. I get paid handsomely for it. About twenty times what I got paid in the Legion. The money soothes all the hurt.\"\nHer head came to rest on his chest.\n\"Liar. Don't forget I'm rich.\" Now her fingers were drawing on his stomach. \"Please tell me. Why do you do it? Where does the courage come from?\" Her hand covered his mouth. \"I think you're brave and I'm always right.\"\n\"Why do you want to know?\" Jay kissed the top of her head, inhaling her like an expensive fragrance.\n\"The reason I couldn't come to dinner before was because I was with daddy. We really spoke to each other, for the first time since mummy and Chani died.\" Her sharp intake of breath made him jerk as he strove to comfort her. \"It's okay. It still hurts, but that's the first time I've been able to say anything about it. I'm fine. Where was I? Oh, anyway we talked for hours and hours. I didn't understand how much I'd hurt him. He didn't say anything, but I knew I had with the way I behaved. He was worried about me. After all that happened he was worried about me. There are things I'll have to do if I'm going to share the load with daddy. Things I don't think I can do. Things which terrify me. I'd like to know how I can do that. Do you understand now?\"\n\"Yes. I'm sorry. I could say it was all training, honor and duty. In a way it was. Deep down though? I owed it to them. They'd have done the same for me. I was honor bound to do my duty I suppose.\"\nLeilani propped herself up so se could look at him.\n\"I watched you, you know. I don't think I hated you, I hated myself and you were just a convenient target. I see you with Tianni. When you're with her your kind, patient and caring. Then I saw you kill those men. You just did it, without even thinking. How is that possible? To go from a killer to a carer?\"\nJay wasn't about to be offended by the truth she spoke. He didn't think of himself as a killer, but he'd killed.\n\"It's like a costume I put on. I wasn't really suited to the Legion, so I made up a person who was. Then when I needed him I sort of became him. Like Superman and Clarke Kent. Is this any help?\"\nHer kiss confirmed it was.\n\"Yes. I might have to think about it for a while. Now all I need is the courage to talk to my niece. Try to salvage something of what we once had.\"\n\"All you have to do is walk up to her and talk.\" He suggested.\n\"It's not that easy. I was horrible to her. I've tried Jay. I swear I have. 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      "body": "She was a runner. Just like him. Instead of confronting issues, avoiding them. Putting as much physical and emotional distance between them and him, as he could. It seemed obvious this was why he was attracted to her. Even when he'd attacked her, now he looked back. The things about her which annoyed him were traits he possessed. Jay had always known he was a hypocrite, but now he understood how big of one he'd been. Good lord it was enormous. In his own mind he'd always been the good guy. Finding out he wasn't caused a lot of reflection. It didn't matter how you looked at it, he was responsible for how things were between Tianni and Leilani. Not directly. Not intentionally. That didn't excuse him. In some ways it made his transgressions far worse., as he saw it.\n\nSlipping back into his position as Tianni's bodyguard wasn't easy either. He still wasn't back up to full strength. This limited the things he could do. Which in turn limited the things Tianni could do. 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A brain aneurysm for example.\n\nIt was nowhere near as bad as he'd expected, Jay discovered. Miles had everything organised in such a way it could run itself most of the time. The scheduling software provided him with notifications of what had to be done, when it had to be done. By the end of his work day, he'd got a handle on what needed doing. Meaning when he screwed up, as he would, Miles would chew his ass for days. Everything had to be triple checked. Alibi's and excuses would come in handy in the not so distant future, unless the real managers returned. All in all he was satisfied with the work he'd done. More relieved to be leaving though. \n\n\"Could I have a quick word with you Mr Livingston?\" \nHer voice did things to his hairs and spine and other stuff. The last thing he'd expected was occuring. Not the last, it hadn't even been on the long list, nevermind the short list. Leilani was there. She was cool and aloof. Completely composed, while he was a mess emotionally.\n\"Of course...\" Shit. He couldn't recall her surname. \"Princess Leilani, how can I help you?\"\nAs he congratulated himself she sniffed, raising her chin in what he could only interpret as disapproval.\n\"In private.\"\nNo please or thank you. Jay unlocked the office door, holding it for her, before stepping inside. He'd need to be detached and professional here. This was a security issue after all. The thing he was now temporarily in charge of. In name only.\n\"If it's something to with...\"\nShe cut him off.\n\"Are we okay?\" She burbled enthusiastically.\n\"Ahhhhh... Ummmmm. Sorry I don't know what you mean.\"\n\"Dinner tonight? The one I had to cancel when other things came up. Too complicated to explain. I'll tell you about it later. I'll be there at seven.\"\nBefore he could marshall a response she was out the door.\n\nPanic mode engaged. Everything he'd bought for the meal had to be spoiled. 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This rice didn't want to get cooked. The chicken was frozen. The vegetables weren't the same as he was kind of used to. There wasn't going to be any dessert. The knives were too bunt for him to slit his wrists and throat. Why was this so important? She'd been dressed to the nines. Heels and pushed up hair. Not frosty towards him, close though. Colder than he'd thought they were to one another. Which could be seen as indicating he had to make something spectacular. Had he told her it was casual? It was in his memory he had. Only vaguely. That might only have been an intent. That didn't matter now, because there was a knock at his door as something caught fire. He'd yelled to enter before his addled brain got into gear.\n\n\"That's quite a blaze you've got going there.\"\nJay swallowed his tongue. She was perfection. From the ponytail right down to the ballet pumps. Those were pedal pushers or capri pants, clinging tightly to every curve. 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Up to now Jay hadn't known that though they lived in the former residence of the British governor of Tuvah, that office was still filled. Having moved to Newtown years previously, the current Queen's representative would be remaining there. Even after the removal of her majesty. The only thing that would really change was his job title. He would become the British ambassador. The same staff, the same local girlfriend. Only there'd be a big ceremony to signify the transferral of power. Power which didn't exist. The whole thing was purely symbolic, since Sir Robin Nickleby had no influence over anything. \n\n\"Strictly speaking, Tianni outranks me. Leilani to, due to the matrilinear principle. So while the arrangement with the UK might seem archaic, there are hundreds of examples of similar anachronisms in every country. Even in your homeland I expect. For example you have no idea how hard it was for me to marry my late wife Cassandra. Her parents were all for it, the islanders and my parents less so. Not that they disapproved of her personally, there were suggestions she should be my mistress.\" He chuckled. \"You see because of tradition I was expected to marry a Tuvan. Tianni and Leilani will be under that obligation as well. Unless I can drag Tuvah into the 21st century. That might be even harder to do. Given I've already diluted the bloodline.\"\n\nThat amused the king as well. Jay however was starting to understand why Leilani might have put the brakes on and dropped him before it became too serious. She'd already blotted her copybook with a long list of alleged affairs. Although it was far more likely she just didn't see him in that way. He hadn't seen her in that way either. Not until she'd dropped him. Something better might have come along. Right now he was wishing his talent for helping people find out who they really were, didn't work so quickly. Less than a week in Leilani's case. 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The arm hugged him firmly before being removed as the king approached the same flowered bush they'd met at.\n\"Only that someone as good looking as you will eventually find a partner.\" He hadn't stated a gender so this could go either way. \"We wouldn't want her to take you away from us, but we'd understand. I suppose what I'm trying to say is there will always be a place for you here on Tuvah. Should you choose to settle down, we'd like to think you'd think of here as an alternative. Your family of course is an obstacle, but they'd be welcome here as well.\"\nWell that was a relief. For a moment there he'd thought he was being propositioned by a bisexual head of state. Unconsciously his eyes looked longingly in the direction of where it assumed Leilani would be. \n\"I don't know that I'm the settling down type sir.\"\n\"Really? Haven't you met a woman you could see yourself being with for the rest of your life?\"\n\"Yes.\" While true this was a road he couldn't go down. 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You know me and feelings. I'm not very good at having them and when I do I don't really know what they are.\"\nSophie gave him a critical stare.\n\"More crap. You just wall them off and refuse to acknowledge them.\" She sighed, her face softened. \"Okay. I'll do this your way. For now. Me and Dale? I'd seen him around campus. He was good looking and I suppose because of his paraplegia I thought he was noble and brave. Then you introduced us. Which was when I got to know him. At first I thought it was sympathy, or worse still pity, that I felt for him. Then I realized I loved him.\"\n\"Ah ha. So you were confused about your feelings to. Why give me a hard time?\"\n\"Because I love you, ya dick. Now give me some details to work with.\"\nJay outlined the conversations he'd had. How they'd talked about their families. Details were missed for obvious reasons.\n\"I thought things were going great. Invited her for dinner, she accepted. Then she left me a note standing me up. 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      "body": "It was quite disturbing to discover Leilani had his life history stored on her computer. Especially given there were things on it he hadn't known about, as he discovered later. Marie had done a very thorough job it seemed. If he had any sense at all he'd have bailed out at this point. She'd had him investigated. On top of an already pretty comprehensive investigation, which took place before he'd been hired. Leilani was his boss in a way. So was Tianni, but that was different. Instead of walking away, he took the seat opposite his visitor. She glanced at the chair next to her, suggesting she thought he'd sit there. This woman was already well ahead of him on getting to know each other. Telling her who she was seemed a daunting project, in these circumstances.\n\nThis wasn't some existential crisis though. The type where a bored westerner had a gap year to explore other cultures and find themselves. 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Or are you trying to trick me?\"\nA small smile lit up her face as she studied the screen before her.\n\"She's an investigative analyst, not a magician. I've got a partial list. It's quite long.\"\n\"What do you mean, quite long?\"\n\"Well considering I'm the only one you've humped since before you returned home after leaving the Legion. That is unless you've been banging Sophie. Have you?\"\nJay was stuck between being offended and being defensive. Neither one of which would get him anywhere with this lady. Who was remarkably similar to the one Tianni had described to him.\n\"If I said no, would you believe me?\"\n\"Yes I would. Your bio says your quite honest and I've come to trust you.\"\n\"What? How... Why would you...\"\n\"I've read your file. From the day you joined the Foreign Legion you had half your salary sent to Sophie. You still do. That's why I thought you might be sleeping with her. What about this Liz woman?\"\nHe had to draw a line somewhere, even though he was trying to help. Jay still couldn't decide if it was himself he was helping.\n\"When we've done my sexual history, do we move on to yours?\"\nHe wished she wouldn't keep looking at him with those eyes. They did things to his equilibrium.\n\"If you want. My list is a lot shorter, so it won't take long. Despite what the gossip magazines say. I've had sex with a grand total of 7 men. I've done other stuff with a lot more, but not intercourse. My first time was...\"\n\"No!\" He snapped.\n\"You don't want me to talk about my previous sexual partners?\"\n\"Not really, but I meant I haven't had sex with Liz. Can we move onto a different subject now? Hobbies or interests or something? What is this all about anyway?\"\n\"I want you to help me find out who I am. Like you helped Tianni and my daddy. You showed them who they really were. You made them happy.\"\n\"No I didn't. All I did was say shit and hope it turned out okay. I'm no psychologist. I doubt I could spell the word.\"\nHer big brown eyes scanned the screen.\n\"Says here you had a 3.8 out of 4.0 average. Did your friend Dale hack into the system and change it?\"\n\nThey were fencing. That's the only way he could describe this. He wasn't losing exactly, but she had the better weapon and technique. So all he was doing was fending her off. There was no comparison between the woman here with him and the one he'd seen before. They might look the same, but they were completely different. It went back and forth between them until dinner time. When Leilani decided she'd leave. She was tired. Though it might not seem like it, she was shy, socially uncertain in most situations. Being with him had taken a lot of energy on her part. Jay felt he'd gone a few rounds with a heavyweight boxer, so he understood. She shook his hand when they parted, then looked sheepish. 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Even if he was doomed to remain a bachelor all his life, he'd still have Sophie.\n\nThere was still no sign of Miles and Lev. Wherever they were it surely wasn't on this island. Maybe one for the many others. It was entirely possible whoever was funding the attacks on Palau and his family had some kind of hidden base out there. Marie Gagne might have one as well. Jay certainly wouldn't put it beyond her. Now he was wishing he'd taken a copy of that information Leilani had on him. Maybe he'd get one tomorrow, if he remembered. Now that he was thinking about it, he wasn't sure there'd be a tomorrow as far as Leilani was concerned. She hadn't stated she'd be coming back. If she did would it be in the middle of the night and naked?\n\nHis relief when she turned up at the same time, bothered him. She wasn't as nervous as the first time, neither was he. They talked about his adopted family first. He showed her pictures of all of them including the twins, who didn't really have personalities yet. Jay suggested Leilani join him in a video call home. The way she reacted told him quite a lot. They wouldn't like her. She wasn't very good at meeting new people. Sophie would see right through any facade she hid behind. Know this woman was unworthy of her little brother. Some good came of it. Once he'd reassured her he wouldn't push it or sneakily have Sophie watch them via the webcam, Leilani opened up about her family.\n\nLiving in the shadow of her older sister. The important one, being groomed and tutored to take her place as the ruler of Tuvah. Far smarter than Leilani, much prettier. There weren't enough superlatives to describe this princess. She'd loved her older sibling. Understood the distance that grew between them after her sister started her duties. Full of a self confidence Leilani could only dream of. She didn't envy Chani. Her sisters life was public property, Her every action scrutinized. Even more than hers had been, while she partied her way around the worlds hot spots. Rubbing shoulders with real royalty. As in hugely wealthy and historic. That was one of the reasons she'd run away. Frightened of what she'd have to do. Soon after the deaths of Chani and her husband, it had been made clear she'd have to step into those shoes. Ones she knew she'd trip over in.\n\nThe discovery of all those minerals had made the job larger. Chani delivered speeches. Represented her father and the new nation of Tuvah. She was a credit to both of them. Doing what she'd been trained to do since birth. Leilani was merely a late replacement. Jay was prepared to believe all of this, apart from her sister being better looking. Then he saw some pictures. You could tell they were sisters and reluctantly he had to admit Chani was even more beautiful. Jay cold tell this was dampening the mood, so they moved back onto him. 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