Half an hour later, Wendy changed her mind.  Her graceful 20-foot strides had already taken her to within a few miles of her destination, but now she slowed and came to a halt.  She leaped a stone wall and leaned her beautiful nude body against the back wall of a General Store, noting with satisfaction that she had absolutely no shortness of breath.

 

It was clear that she needed some kind of help, but she no longer felt that Dan would be the right person.  What could he do?  He obviously couldn’t restrain her – once she went into one of her trances there was no way on Earth to prevent her body from doing what it pleased.  And what did it please, anyway?  Perhaps hypnosis could help, but she didn’t think that was one of Dan’s skills. 

 

Of course, she didn’t necessarily know all of Dan’s skills.  Even though she and he had been on-again off-again lovers, and they worked in the same business for the same Company, the unwritten rule was that you never exposed your cards unless you had to… which led her to wonder one more time how much she should tell Dan about her body’s new talents.  Dan had to at least suspect something, though.  Her departure from Dr. Stein’s facility had been anything but furtive; there was a good chance word had gotten back to Dan.

 

In the end Wendy decided to keep her secrets to herself, and find out first how much Dan knew.  That was the way one did things in this business, and there were very good reasons for it.

 

Now she turned to her next task, that of preparing herself for her visit.  Obviously she needed to get dressed, and she needed to arrive in some sort of vehicle.  It wouldn’t do for Dan to wonder how she had traveled 300 miles with no clothes and no wheels!  Peeking through the General Store wall she found a decent looking set of denim coveralls, and another flannel shirt.  In a matter of seconds then, she broke through a window (making short work of its steel bars), grabbed the items she needed, and split.  On the main road, Wendy stalked a pickup truck with big wheels, a roll bar, and no muffler.  As soon as its driver stopped at a liquor store with the engine running, Wendy took her place behind the wheel.  Piece of cake!

 

It was well after dark when Wendy finally made her way up the dirt road that served as Dan’s driveway.  Parked in front of the cabin was a shiny sliver and red Harley.  Wendy grinned as she remembered some of the fun times she and Dan had had riding it together, her long hair blowing in the wind, her large breasts pressed against his strong back.  We made quite a pair in those days, eh?  Then there was a click and a creaking noise, and there was Dan, standing in the doorway.  Wendy took a deep breath.  Showtime!

 

“Dan!”

 

“Wendy!”

 

They had called each other’s names simultaneously, and then they both chuckled.  Wendy climbed the two wooden steps and Dan put his arms around her.  They hugged tightly for a minute, then looked deeply into each other’s eyes.  Dan shook his head slowly in disbelief.  “God, you’re a masterpiece!”  He led her inside.

 

As was their custom, the pair made small talk before a roaring fire, over glasses of gins and tonic, the conversation gradually becoming sillier.  Nothing of import was discussed as words and sentences eventually gave way to giggles and laughs, pets and strokes, kisses and feels.  As always, they ended up sharing the couch in the nude and making love.

 

For her part, Wendy’s experience was different than usual.  For one thing, the alcohol gave her absolutely none of the expected buzz.  Fortunately, that was something she was good at faking.  The growing sexual desire she didn’t have to fake.  That had surfaced the moment Dan appeared in the doorway, and had only gotten stronger.  However, she had to be very careful with him when they made love.  It was a little nerve-racking and quite frustrating to know that she couldn’t really lose control for a second for fear she might kill her lover.

 

An hour later, Dan was ready for business.  “So, I had a feeling you’d be showing up one of these days.”

 

“Yeah, took me a while, I guess.”

 

“A while?  Almost three months!”

 

“Well, you know I had an accident, don’t you?”  Of course he did.

 

“Yes, I heard there was a fire.  Buzzard pulled you out and got you back home.”

 

“Buzzard was there?  Why didn’t he make contact?”

 

“Long story.  He was only there as backup, and a good thing, too.”

 

“Well, that was one of your better management decisions.  Where is he now?”

 

“Still there, we think.”

 

“You think?”

 

“He got you to the military hospital in Wiesbaden, then returned to the scene to see what other information he could gather.  We haven’t heard from him since.”

 

“He’s a big boy, he can take care of himself.  I wouldn’t worry.”

 

“He missed two planned checkins.  I’m worried.  But let’s talk about you for a moment.  What were you doing in that house?”

 

“The plans.  My source clued me in.  The missile plans were there.  They’re probably unrecoverable now, but I did get a very good look at them.”

 

“We need a drafter?”

 

“That would be the best way to get it down on paper.”

 

Dan nodded and picked up the phone and dialed.  “We need Himesely” was all he said before nodding again and hanging up.  Wendy knew Jason Himesely.  An oldtimer from the printed circuit board industry, he could draw schematics and layouts based on very sketchy descriptions.  He had an instinctive understanding of where the symbols and shapes should go on the page, because he understood the circuits they represented.  It was almost uncanny, and Wendy knew he’d be able to take down what she remembered, and make sense of it.

 

“He’ll be here tomorrow morning.  Now, tell me more about your source.”

 

The debrief went on for quite some time.  It was quite extensive, covering the entire period since she last saw him, up to and including the fire.  Wendy marveled at Dan’s ability to extract significant information from events she had barely noted herself.  The process took all of her concentration, and only when they broke for the night did Wendy realize that Dan had never asked her about Dr. Stein’s death, about her miraculous recovery, or about any of her experiences between then and now.  That fact alone convinced her that he knew everything, or at least enough to know he didn’t want to know any more.  Dan’s obvious omission, then, was the spy’s equivalent of a wink and a nod.  He might as well have said, “Let’s keep this between us” – for which Wendy was grateful.

 

Dan had prepared a separate bedroom for Wendy, since officially there was no romantic relationship between them.  But once again, as usual, their separation didn’t last long.  This particular night, Wendy couldn’t stop thinking about Dan’s incredibly perceptive questioning.  She’d always found sharpness of mind to be very attractive in a man.  His strong body and attentive love-making didn’t hurt, either.

 

Her desire building now, Wendy turned and faced the wall which separated their rooms.  She peered through the bare wooden barrier and saw Dan laying on his bed.  He apparently couldn’t sleep either.  He had propped himself up on a couple of pillows, and his hand was slowly stroking a very impressive hard-on.  Wendy grinned.  “That’s my cue!”

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