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MAU: The Adventures of Lisa and Jeri Chapter 10 Jeri thought carefully about Alex's offer. She couldn't deny that the conversation had turned her on. Her nipples pressed firmly against the inside of her body suit. It was only the plating inside that kept her six peaks from dimpling the front of the skin tight outfit. She could also feel that her vagina was damp and excited. She surmised that the reason a wet spot wasn?t visible was because of the absorbent liner that Lisa had described as part of the suit?s layers. "So how do you normally do this?" Jeri asked. "Is it one at a time or both together and where do you sit or lie?" "Grant do you want to show her?" Alex asked. "I?d be happy too," the gray haired captain said. "Uh, what?s going on?" Jeri asked. "It?s okay, sweetheart," Grant said, "Why don?t I explain back here where there?s a little more room?" Jeri followed Grant back past the boxes and other freight to a padded bench. It was just long enough and wide enough for two people to sit on it. "This gives us a little privacy," Grant explained. "Alex and I take turns explaining the Mile Hi club to our female passengers. When a woman agrees to join the club then, whoever did the explaining waits for the other one to go first." "But wouldn?t that just discourage someone from succeeding each time?" Jeri asked, "I mean if you didn?t succeed so what, the next time it?d be your turn to go first." "True except the first person has to make sure the woman enjoys her first airborne experience and can only do a straight forward vaginal fuck. The second person can do anything the woman is willing to try and can take as long as they want up until we land. In other words the guy who does the explaining doesn?t have to worry too much about the flying. If the woman doesn?t get off with the first crew member then he forfeits his turn to explain next time." "So there is a reward for waiting. What if the girl only wants to do it once?" Jeri asked. "Well, as Alex explained she?s not truly a Mile Hi member by our rules," Grant said. His eyes twinkled as he grinned at her. He knelt in front of her as she sat on the bench. He stroked her legs and sides gently as he guided her and explained some of the details. The sensation was sending little tremors through her body. She had not realized how sensitive to touch the suit would allow her to be. She felt like she was being caressed through a sheer silk wrap. "If you decided that you only wanted to do it once I would also forfeit my turn next time. So it behooves me to make sure that you enjoy our time enough that you also want to do Alex," Grant said. Jeri was starting to squirm. Her body was trembling with the thrill of Grant?s hands on her legs, arms and sides. As he stroked down the sides of her hips and inside her thighs Jeri moaned. She couldn?t believe she was this excited already. "Do you want me to help you out of your clothing?" Grant asked. He leaned forward and brushed her lips and the side of her neck with his own lips. "Well, what if we tried it this way?" Jeri asked. She reached down and undid the zip seal for her crotch. The fabric stretched nicely to expose her slit from the top of her pubic mound to her tailbone. Grant smiled and said, "That?s handy. Would you like for me to go down on you?" "Really? You would?" Jeri asked. Grant nodded, "It would be my pleasure. You really look good enough to eat." Jeri only groaned. It could have been because of the pun or because Grant?s tongue had gone straight to her clit as he dived down between her legs. Jeri squirmed as the warm moisture laden appendage only increased the heat and lubrication in her sensitive folds. She was certain that she would not last long at this rate. "You like this?" Grant asked each word separated by a stroke of his tongue. Jeri responded, "Unnh!" On the tarmac at the airport Jeri reached up and put her arms around Grants neck. She gave him a very thorough kiss. "Thank you for such a nice flight," she said. Then Jeri did the same thing to Alex. She walked over to the adjacent plane, which was her next connection. The plane was illuminated in the early morning dark by the equipment headlights. Just as she got near the pilots of the other plane she turned back to Alex and Grant both men had been watching her walk away. Even with a duster on the sway was hypnotizing to them. They had big wide grins on their faces, the kind that is impossible to wipe-off. She waved at them with a small flirty wave. With that the pilots turned back to their work. Jeri introduced herself to the pilots. The woman just scowled and the man was friendly enough but clearly could care less about a passenger. She noticed they both had wedding bands and wondered if that had something to do with their attitudes. She climbed into the plane and found a couple rows of true airplane seats. She sat down and strapped herself in. By the time the plane was bound for Seattle she was asleep. "Jeri," pause, "Jeri," pause "Jeri" a voice sounded in Jeri?s ear. "Mmmm" Jeri answered. "Jeri, you?re landing in five minutes and you?ll need to move quickly to catch your next flight. They?re almost ready to leave," Lisa said. Jeri woke up at that and remembered that she was on a plane bound for the Orient to find Trisha Delarue. Her hands and nose felt cold but overall she was toasty warm. She could see the pilots in their cabin. They were in thick jackets with gloves and scarves. It was obvious that the plane was cold. Jeri realized that it must have been her jacket that kept her warm. She stepped out of the plane after it stopped at a hanger partially buried in snow. A faded sign read Merritt Refueling, Nome Alaska. Jeri realized she had slept through the stop in Seattle. She turned to the pilots getting out of the plane. "Thanks for the ride," Jeri said. The woman just grunted in reply. The man said, "No problem. We hardly noticed you were there. Where are you headed?" "Petropavlosk," Jeri replied after seeing the info flash on the HUD on her glasses. "Been there a couple times. Since relations are better it's a lot easier to visit. Just be careful. A pretty young woman makes an attractive target," the man said. "Thanks. I will," Jeri said. "The plane for Petropavlosk is at the end of the hanger," the pilot said. "Thank you and see you later," Jeri said. She followed the flashing compass indicator across the snow to the waiting airplane. The plane had Cyrillic letters and below that English letters and numerals. A man wearing a heavy coat, great mittens, and a thick leather hat with ear flaps greeted her using broken English. He was obviously still very cold. "You are Jeri Knight?" the Russian asked. "Yes," Jeri responded. "Good. We go. Food get cold," the man said. He gestured for Jeri to go up the stairs. Jeri was confused at the man's behavior. Inside the airplane was a small crate with several thermal insulated bags on it. The plane had some environmental control because the man removed his hat, mittens, and scarf and unbuttoned his long coat. As he did so he hollered to the front of the plane. He spoke in a language that Jeri thought was Russian but wasn't sure. Then she heard through her earpiece, "Okay, we can go. She is here." The plane's engines increased in pitch rapidly. The plane rolled across the snow and began turning towards the airstrip. Soon they were in the air. Shortly the man had unpacked various food items from the insulated bags. There was a lot of food. Sausages, broiled fish, steak strips, fruit, melons, and rice and pasta. Jeri was looking forward to the feast. The man handed her a foam container with a hinged lid. "Eat," he said. Jeri pushed aside her foam container. Only half of the small amount she'd put on it was eaten. The man across from her finished gnawing on a chicken leg, tossed the bone on top of the heap of remnants from his repast and grabbed a spill proof cup for a drink. Suddenly, he started to choke and the coke sprayed from his mouth. "Are you okay?" Jeri said as she jumped up to help the man in case he needed it. He waved her off, coughing then in a moment said, "I'm fine. I swallowed wrong." He waved her over to one of the passenger seats away from the food. "Go sit. Read. Rest. While I straighten this mess and give Nicolai his turn." Jeri went over to a window seat where she could see the earth below. Her earpiece began to translate the man's conversation with Nicolai and she turned to the window to hide her blushing. The man turned to the cockpit and said in Russian, "Nicolai, if you are nice to this girl maybe this time you will get lucky." "Why?" the pilot asked. "You'll see," the man replied. Jeri looked down and saw that she had the Mile High wings pinned to her left breast. She'd completely forgotten she had those on. It would've accounted for the other pilots' frosty attitude, the ones in Alameda. Obviously this pilot had recognized the wings and what they meant. Moreover he'd taken it to mean that she was an easy lay if not a slut or whore. She didn't think she was any of those. She had gone from innocent virgin boy to international sluttish woman in a few short weeks - less than two months. Her second period had come and gone already. She had had more lovers than she could count on one hand. She could cry at a moment's notice and she loved changing outfits regularly. She was athletic, poised, self confident around men and women. She had a job, even if it was for her sister, and she was off on a mission. So what's not to like she thought? Well, it's not who I am, Jeri thought. It's not what I am. Because why? She asked herself. Because I was born differently, she told herself. Then again lots of people are born different from who they become. The whole point of the American Dream was to be who you wanted through your own achievements. Actor, banker, politician were according to one's own achievements and desires. Others became what they were through the disasters and calamities of life. Blind, lame, addict, or destitute were not necessarily born to be such. "So if she was not necessarily born a woman, did she want to give up what she was now and go back to being Jeremy?" Jeri asked herself. In the back of her mind Jeri had thought that somehow she might find a way to go back to being Jeremy. But now that she had experienced the freedom of making her own decisions and the privileges of being an adult she did not want to go back to being a child. Did she want to be a man or adult male? Well what was the downside to being a woman? She could get pregnant. She could be kidnapped, raped, enslaved and endure all the depravity that had been heaped on women over the ages. On the other hand she can choose to whom to say yes. She can get pregnant. She can bare and raise an heir. She can teach that child the values and morals she learned as a child to teach their children. She could go on missions just like this one. Like her namesake she could do anything she chose to do. Jeri thought to herself, "One day I want to have a child but, in the meantime I will have fun until I find the right person to share raising a family." At that moment Nicolai said, "Miss", tapped Jeri on the shoulder and gestured to a soda he had in his hand. "Thank you," Jeri said. She looked up into big soft brown eyes, dark hair, a firm chin and even white teeth. Jeri felt her breath catch and immediate warmth in her crotch. Involuntarily she tightened her pelvic floor muscles to keep anything from leaking out although she knew it would do no good. A cream turtleneck sweater clung to a trim torso and highlighted broad shoulders and firm pectoral muscles. Her eyes automatically trailed down his torso past a trim waist, tight hips, and legs that appeared slim in the chino pants he wore. She wrenched her eyes back up to the young pilot's warm smile unconsciously licking her lips. "So what if I'm a slut. I'm not hurting anyone," Jeri thought. She reached for the soda and echoed the Russian word for 'thank you' she heard in her earpiece. "Do you speak Russian?" the man asked in Russian. "No, only a little," Jeri replied in Russian following the words she heard. She marveled at herself echoing what Lisa was telling her. She realized it meant Lisa was seeing and hearing everything she did and said. Jeri remembered that Lisa told her this but; it was a little disconcerting thinking what Lisa may have heard on the first plane. On the other hand it appeared Lisa knew a lot about what Jeri did in her 'off' hours. Maybe when she felt braver she would ask Lisa. Lisa sat in her net link center. Data feeds from surveillance satellites and air traffic systems identified for her Jeri's plane and every vehicle - air, surface, or otherwise in the vicinity. She also had a status and threat assessment condition report for the vehicle. She was running a continuous language translation routine for Jeri to know what was being said around her. What Lisa found interesting was Jeri's ability to repeat the sounds exactly as she heard them. It was extraordinary and she wondered if it was some enhancement that Jeri had deliberately programmed into herself like the extra breasts. "Good, I speak only a little American," Nicolai said in response, mixing both Russian and English. "Can I sit?" he asked. Jeri gestured for Nicolai to have a seat. He sat next to her. "It is good to have a break," he said leaning back and stretching. "Flying is good but this part is hard - nothing but sitting and waiting. Do you like to fly? I see you have wings." Jeri smiled to herself. This guy was smooth as baby oil. He made it sound like he wanted to talk about flying when it was the wings he was interested in. "I like flying," Jeri said, "but the wings are not for piloting a plane like this." "Oh, let me see," he said. "Mile High" Nicolai carefully read aloud. "An American thing, yes?" he asked in Russian, looking into Jeri's eyes. He was very convincing looking but Jeri was certain it was an act. She wondered if she should string him along and how long before his ego would be bruised. She decided on being forthright and seeing what he would say. "Oh surely an international pilot such as yourself knows much more about this club than I," she said. Nicolai grinned sardonically and lifted his can of Canada Dry ginger ale and tipped it towards her in a salute. Then he took a sip. After swallowing he said, "I have heard of a version of the club for the French, the English, the Americans, and the Russians. Each claims they were the first." "So what do the Russian's claim?" Jeri asked. "The first," he paused, "the highest, and the coldest. It was supposed to be in Siberia." Jeri laughed, "That's good. I was given some names but it seems unlikely." "Vladimir and a nurse named Katya. I think but, everyone was named Vladimir or Katya. It is like saying Smith or Jones," Nicolai answered. Jeri giggled, "So are the rules the same?" "Fucking one mile above the ground?" Nicolai confirmed. Jeri nodded yes. "Yes, they are the same." Nicolai stopped and sipped some more of his ginger ale. "Could we talk about something else? It is getting very uncomfortable to talk about sex with such a beautiful woman and not do anything about it." "I thought that was the point. Although no one said we couldn't do anything about it," Jeri replied again in Russian. In fact the conversation had evolved to be almost exclusively Russian. Jeri almost ignored the buzzing in her ear from Lisa as she seemed to dynamically learn and build vocabulary and grammar. Lisa was now convinced that Jeri had enhanced some of her language and learning abilities. Nicolai got a really big grin on his face, "I would appreciate anything you did to help my flying status." "What would you suggest for helping your situation?" Jeri asked. Nicolai leaned over and gave her a gentle brush across the cheek with his lips. Soon his lips had joined with Jeri's and began to suckle and sip on her lips. His tongue began tasting and probing further into her. Jeri responded by pushing her tongue into Nicolai?s mouth and probing back. Their wrestling excited him further. Nicolai reached up to cup a breast in his hand. The warm fullness overflowed his palm. He squeezed and felt an unfamiliar texture but assumed it was her bra. "It would probably make it easier if we got undressed," Nicolai said between breaths and kisses. His lips trailed across her jaw and nibbled at her ear. "What about the other pilot?" Jeri gasped as Nicolai managed to pinch a nipple through the protective layers. "Yuri?" Nicolai questioned, "He won't say anything. "Won't he get jealous?" Jeri asked. Even through the various ballistic and rip proof barriers Jeri's body writhed in pleasure from the sensations she received. "Not at all!" Nicolai chuckled. "He's married. He says if he even looked at another woman that way his wife would cut off his balls and wiener. She would grind up his dick and feed it to him as sausage and serve his balls as fried Rocky Mountain Oysters. He also says at his age if he came back with anything less than a topped off load she would know in an instant. He says all her friends get it all week long. She only gets it on weekends so he has to have enough to make it last all the way to Monday night." "If you ever met Larissa you'd know he's not missing anything. If I thought I had half a chance I'd try to get up her skirt too. Even after four kids that are nearly adult she looks like she's just barely touching thirty," Nicolai finished, "So how do I help you out of this?" "It?s cold in here. Can we just expose the parts that are necessary?" Jeri asked. She reached into his crotch stroking the hardness she found beneath his zipper flap. "Whatever you prefer," Nicolai responded. His hardness increased and with it the urgency he felt to be inside the American girl next to him. "These seats don?t recline. What works the best?" Jeri panted back into Nicolai?s ear. One hand stroked his crotch while the other pulled him into her breasts. Nicolai?s hand concentrated on the one breast, totally ignorant of the others on the same side. Nevertheless his roaming hand occasionally triggered a shock to Jeri?s system as it stroked and caressed her side and abdomen. "If you sit in my lap with your back to me then, everything lines up and I can reach around and play with you at the same time," Nicolai explained. In moments Jeri had Nicolai exposed and was crouching over his stiffened member. With one hand she held herself open while guiding him into her with the other. Slowly she sat down on him, easing him into her warm moist depths. A moan of pleasure escaped her lips as she seated herself firmly at his root. Nicolai had never had a woman so easily open his pants and expose him. Her gentle but firm touch was exquisite. It was as if she knew what would feel best. She knew just how much pressure to apply and where it was most sensitive. When she seated herself firmly at his root he had to bite his lip to keep from shooting off right then. He was afraid she would start to move and he would cum right then but Jeri didn't. She stayed still long enough for Nicolai to get himself under control. If for no other reason than that he would have said she was the best screw he ever had. Jeri sat quietly while she played with her clit. As her excitement increased so did her movements. Soon she was grinding her pussy all over Nicolai's cock. She could feel him moving inside her, pushing against the front wall, then the back. Sometimes he flickered across her cervix, others he brushed across the top of her vagina. She grunted, squealed, and gasped as she ground herself onto him. Then her muscles locked as she came. Her toes clenched and her fingers clamped like a vice grip on Nicolai's legs. She felt Nicolai spasm and then she felt his spurt against her front vaginal wall. Just as she collapsed against Nicolai's chest Jeri found herself thinking, "Why did I ever think it was better to shoot than to receive? Shooting my wad just never felt this good." Jeri relaxed against Nicolai letting her breathing calm down. She listened to his breathing. The last tremors of her pussy milked his softening cock. He began to nuzzle behind her hair. Yuri sat in the cockpit listening to the sounds Nicolai and the American woman made. They were highly erotic and exciting. Yuri wished he was home so that he could relieve the pressure he felt in his balls. Ever since his wife found that box she was the only way he could get any sexual release. That wasn't too bad. He had never really been tempted by anyone else. It was the other things that went along with it. Of course if he'd kept his mouth shut about large breasts then he wouldn't have to worry about hiding his. But it was the testicles the size of a bull and the prick nearly as large as a horse that made life difficult. All of his pants and underwear had to be modified to accommodate the changes. On top of that sometimes moving or sitting they just got in the way. Yuri was just glad he only got an erection with Larissa. His nipples might get stiff and hard within the support he wore to hide them. But a hard-on that poked into his sternum would be very painful especially if it tried to fight its way up past the fake gut he wore to hide the six pack and tits his wife had shaped for him. In fact except for his tits he looked like a very well built and sculpted man. And Larissa had always been a knockout but she'd made herself even shapelier. In fact she could change herself to look like any woman you could imagine. It was like that blue skinned girl in the American Movie ? X men. Only it wasn?t to that extreme maybe. Larissa could make herself look blonde, brunette, or a redhead. She could be busty or flat- chested. She could make her hips very wide and round or narrow and small. She could appear to be Japanese, Chinese, English, African, or a mix. She had made herself look like Oksana Baiul, the champion Russian skater, and Anna Saenko, the model. She had also looked like a cat-girl, cowgirl, pony-girl, and tiger-girl. The cow and tiger had been the most extreme because more than just her appearance had changed to match. Yuri wondered just how extreme Larissa could change her features. As Yuri thought about it, it seemed a good thing the box had quit when it did or probably when he had returned from work that week, Larissa would have finished what she started. He would have ended up like a girl and his wife would have become the man. As it was she had made him help nurse the last two children that they had. It had been very painful and sensual. "That was a very thorough solution to my situation. It was also very pleasant," Nicolai whispered. "My pleasure, sir," Jeri replied. Just then Yuri called out, "Nicolai, we are ready to begin our approach." "I've got to go," Nicolai said. "Let me help get you ready," Jeri said. She carefully slid off of him and kept from leaking until she got her suit sealed up. Then she knelt down and proceeded to lick Nicolai?s cock and balls. In a few minutes he was ready to go? back to work. As Nicolai sat in the pilot?s seat, Yuri asked, "Was it nice?" Nicolai shrugged, "She is an American, what does she know about romance and technique. She was voracious. She even cleaned me up before I came back up here. But she is exceptional both in looks and response. She almost makes you think that she gets far more out of the experience than a man does." Yuri just looked at his colleague. The man was as insensitive as a rock. From Yuri?s limited experience with his breasts, the woman had probably gotten more from the experience than Nicolai. A woman who took the time to make you comfortable before going back to work was also thoughtful and sensitive ? one to cherish like his Larissa. Not someone to be callously tossed aside like a used dishrag. Maybe if his box worked he would let Nicolai try being Nicolina for a while. Finally, Yuri said, "If she is like you said, then my friend, I feel sorry for you for I doubt you will ever find anyone as good as her and you have tossed her aside like rubbish." Nicolai, looked over at Yuri wondering what had brought that on. He shrugged again and checked the gauges as he radioed the tower for landing instructions. Nicolai had been oblivious to the fact that almost all of his conversation with Jeri had been in Russian. He also hadn?t realized that she could hear every word of conversation between Nicolai and Yuri. Jeri?s eyes stung a little. Not from Nicolai?s words for she was beginning to expect this kind of behavior from men. It was Yuri?s kind words that touched Jeri?s heart and made her feel valuable. She turned to look out the window and watch the ocean pass below. Tiny fishing ships and even oil tankers confirmed the planes descent toward its destination at Petropavlosk, Kamchatka Russia. when they got on the ground just before Jeri left for her plane to Osaka Japan she kissed Yuri on both cheeks and said in Russian, "Tell Larissa that I think she is lucky to have someone such as yourself. I hope I'm lucky enough to find someone like you." Yuri blushed furiously. He also wondered if Larissa might want to look like a Busty American Redhead this weekend. Then Jeri coolly shook Nicolai's hand and walked away carrying her mission pack over her shoulder and her duster wrapped warmly about her. "A mistake," Yuri tsked. On the Japanese plane to Osaka Jeri sat once again staring out the window at the Pacific Ocean below. Now that the pilots were quiet the Japanese translation had stopped. She realized she had been traveling for almost twenty-four hours. She felt tired and dirty. She would really like a place to shower and cleanup. "Lisa" she said softly, "Are you there?" "Of course, haven't you heard what I've been telling you?" Lisa replied. The audio made it sound like Lisa was right in front of her. Jeri's glasses showed a ghostly view of Lisa's avatar. "Yeah, I figure you've really gotten off as a peeping Tom this plane trip," Jeri replied. "So did you get your jollies?" Lisa replied very primly, "Jeri you for one should realize that I do not 'feel' emotion the way that you do. My body can't react to a touch or even experience an orgasm. The best emotion I can experience is peace or joy that you are having fun. I can feel satisfaction that tasks are being accomplished and plans are proceeding as designed." Jeri pondered that a moment, "Are you jealous?" "Heaven's sake! No!" Lisa sounded exasperated. "I'm very pleased that I don't have to sit in some boys lap and say 'Harder,' 'Pump it,' and then scream 'Ooooh' to feel an elusive moment of bliss. I experience those feelings in far more lasting and meaningful ways" Jeri blushed then said, "But I understand that the most important sexual organ is the brain. After all without mental stimulation no one could get turned on or experience an orgasm. So you should be getting plenty of stimulation." "I suppose in that sense you are correct," Lisa replied. "I do experience a certain thrill watching my very ordered sister making a total fool of herself when she gets royally screwed by some guy." Lisa decided it was time to test a theory of hers. She began substituting Japanese words for English. Jeri didn't act at all like she misunderstood what was being said. "I was wondering, can you get me a place for a shower and some rest where I'm not moving? I'd really like to get a shower, wash my hair, just get unsticky," Jeri asked. "Sure but it'll have to be in Macao. I have to give people a little time to prepare," Lisa said. "That's fine," Jeri replied. She decided to take a little nap and settled against the wall to sleep. "Tim called twice today and drove by once. You shouldn't have done that," Lisa said. "Yes I should have. You still need someone to keep an eye on you so you don't turn into a mass murderer or megalomaniac. And since I'm not there to tuck you in Tim is just fine," Jeri replied. "Why do you do it?" Lisa asked. "What?" Jeri asked perplexed. "Fuck'em and forget'em," Lisa replied. "I don't..." Jeri replied. "Yes you do. You've not talked to one guy after you?ve screwed him. You have talked to Tim, the detectives Bean and Green, even the union superintendent but not someone you've screwed except maybe Claudia. I don't think she counts," Lisa stated factually. "Look so far the only thing I?ve found a guy really useful for is to screw but once you do that then they?re just limp dicks. A few are nice like Tim but, most are just like that pilot from Russia. Guys think with their dicks. If their dick is happy then they?re happy. If you expect any more than that then you?re wasting your time," Jeri replied grumpily. "You weren?t like that," Lisa said softly. "I didn?t screw you either. Hell, I hadn?t even realized I wanted to screw anything before all of this happened," Jeri replied, "Anything else a guy does is trying to get into your pants." "But you were nice to me and you were in my pants all of the time," Lisa stated pragmatically. "Lisa, I never looked at you like a piece of ass," Jeri said, "Lisa, you were my sister and your body was screwed up so bad that there is no way I would?ve done anything sexual with you. It would have been rape and worse no matter what anyone says." "What about your girlfriends?" Lisa said. "What girlfriends? There were only three girls that I ever kissed or touched. One of them was Carrie and she let everyone touch her. She said that she wanted every guy she could find to play with her so that no one could say she was theirs. She was crazy," Jeri replied. "So why didn?t you do more with her?" Lisa asked. "Why?" Jeri asked, "Playing with her was too much like taking care of you and I didn?t like the association. I wasn?t going to do anything that would hurt Mom more than she had already been hurt." "You never did anything with Mom either," Lisa replied. "No I just did her laundry every week and played with her bra and panties. I also watched her cry every day for a week after her last boyfriend died in the Towers. Not to mention all of the jerks that took one look at us and ran off like they?d had their balls singed. I wanted to be the one that held her and made her feel good but, I was always her little boy," Jeri said. "So!" Lisa said sarcastically, "You were there for her and me. Isn?t that what guys do?" "No. What guys do is Find?em, Feel?em, Fuck?em and Forget?em. The Four F?s. Anyone who tells you different is foolin? you," Jeri said. "So I figure why waste time. They?re good for a few jollies and then it?s time to move on. If you want anything more from a guy then it?s like diggin? for water in the desert. You?re wasting your time." "Not all men are like that," Lisa said. "No maybe not but I?m not going to waste time looking for a prince among the toads," Jeri said. "But how do you know that one of the men you?ve met isn?t a prince. You never give them a chance," Lisa replied. "Look if it?s someone that wants to spend time with me they?re not a prince," Jeri said. "How do you know? You don?t give them a time to show you what they really think," Lisa said. "Look Lisa, after the clothes come off there isn?t much to hide. One of the things about sex is it is very primal. It is about stimulus and response. It is hard to hide the response you get. And when a guy is leaking out of you then it?s pretty obvious he got the stimulus he wanted," Jeri replied knowingly. "My unique anatomy makes it awkward. I leave before it becomes a problem for them." "That's just it. You have their clothes off so fast they don't know what to think," Lisa said. "How do you know there isn't someone like you were?" "Like I said, when the clothes come off," Jeri replied. "But, Jeri, you never go back to find out," Lisa said. "I don't have to. If they were a real prince they wouldn't take their clothes off on the first date," Jeri answered as if it was obvious. "Jeri you're not being realistic. What man is going to say 'No' when you're laying there with your legs spread? If he does say 'No' then you're going to feel rejected. No one is going to hurt you that way," Lisa pointed out. "Look it doesn't matter maybe I'll find one someday that is a prince as mixed up as I am but, it's none of your business anyway," Jeri cut the conversation off. "Okay, but think about it," Lisa said. "Why are you speaking Japanese anyway?" Jeri asked. "Because you are," Lisa answered. "I don't speak..." Jeri trailed off as she realized she'd just spent several minutes speaking to Lisa in Japanese. "But I don't... How did I... Where did I..." "I think it's just something you picked up just by listening to different people," Lisa said. "Oh, that's handy I think," Jeri said hesitantly. "Well I need to rest a bit." It seemed to Jeri that Osaka arrived much quicker than expected. Macao had been an island city in the middle of a warm humid night. She had not expected to know how to speak Chinese but the people had been friendly anyway. Being somewhere that wasn't moving had been peaceful. Now she stepped off the plane in Mandalay Myanmar or what was called Burma. She was not used to being taller than the men and almost found it humorous. However there was nothing humorous about the way the customs people looked at everything she carried. She thought for sure they were going to take her air gun but when she explained it was for mountain climbing. The flash capsules, stun disks and other items didn't capture their attention. Jeri figured it was only because they were packed to look like cosmetics. That and the men were so busy grabbing and pinching her butt, squeezing her breasts, and rubbing her thighs they didn't really notice those items. She almost lost it though when one guy tried to do a body cavity search through her suit. It was painful. She said to him, "keep trying and you'll lose your finger at the knuckle but, I'll be happy to take your dick off to replace your finger." Jeri was a little surprised that instead of getting turned on she got angry and upset. By the time she left tears were running down her cheeks. She realized that these men had tried to use their position to demean and humiliate her. Once she had started to fight back they had stopped almost immediately and let her leave. Using the GPS and guide in her helmet Jeri followed the streets to the edge of the city. When she got there she put down her skate board stepped on it and took off. Three hours and two hundred miles later she had reached the spur of the Himalayas that guarded Putao. The travel guides said that Putao was reachable by air only. However Lisa had identified a series of narrow gauge rail lines that threaded through the mountains to Putao and the area she needed to reach. Jeri adjusted the wheels on her board so they rested on the rails. She traveled through heavy jungle, and mountainous greenery. She heard many animals and birds call to each other. Flowers in astounding colors flooded the landscape. More than once she spied a patch of rare black orchids. Many times she crested a peak or rounded a bend to find vertiginous canyons shrouded in mists below. Jeri had not dreamed that such breathtaking scenery existed on earth. About dusk she stopped and found a safe tree near a stream to camp. She did not want to risk the rails at night for she had found that some tracks were poorly maintained at best. After eating some soup she had brought for a night like this Jeri decided to try her new gear. The night vision screen on her visor turned everything into a ghostly green skeleton. But it amazed her how easily she could spot birds, mice, deer and even a leopard. But what scared her was when she saw a small deer get attacked by something she couldn't see. When she finally got her flashlight out and shined it on the scene she discovered a python had attacked the deer. As a cold blooded animal it could not be detected by the thermal pickups of the visor. Jeri shuddered thinking that if that thing had come up in her tree she might never have seen it. With that thought she painstakingly checked every branch with her light to make sure there were no inhabitants to disturb her rest. Jeri remembered before her change thinking how much she longed to go camping somewhere by herself. She dreamed of being alone with nothing to worry about but herself. She had wanted to lay under the stars and pick out constellations and hunt for the brightest star. As she looked up through the forest leaves she felt very alone and vulnerable. It was a poignant revelation that she preferred having another person with her to discuss things. With her eye glasses on Jeri said, "Goodnight Lisa." "Goodnight Jeri," Lisa responded. Her avatar appeared briefly before fading into the night. The forest night seemed much less forbidding and much more welcoming and embracing. Resting with her back to the trunk and her head on a branch Jeri pulled her duster over and went to sleep. The next morning she ate a hard boiled egg and washed it down with water. Then she looked carefully for predators. Seeing none she stepped a way from her tree and relieved her bladder. Once again she appreciated the handy little seam. Jeri then went to the stream and washed her hands and face and brushed her teeth. She set off once again for Putao. She arrived at the small city about mid morning and skirted around it to the Northwest. She passed poppy fields and flower beds for most of the afternoon. Then an hour before sunset she came to the fork in the road that led to where Myo Aung's lands were. She found a place in the trees and waited until dark. Mindful that she could not see any snakes in the dark Jeri placed a red lens over her flashlight and proceeded along the edge of the road through the trees. This part had to be on foot. About two hours later she came to the spot that marked the warlord?s lands. From there Jeri traveled overland to the area identified by the communication where Trisha had been. About midnight Jeri came to a compound consisting of one large tin warehouse, one three story block building and several small out buildings. She saw there were a number of people going in and out of the buildings. They seemed to be concentrated around the three story concrete block building. That building had a balcony that seemed to run all around it with doors that opened onto it. The third floor just had windows with bars over them. The ground floor had several double doors that opened into one large room. Light and eastern music spilled into the night from the doors. It was when a man came outside onto a balcony with a bottle in one hand and a barely dressed woman steadying him under the other with several men below obviously drinking and shouting up to the other that Jeri understood what this place was. It was one of the General's opium processing stations. The men were the guards and the concrete building was where he kept their entertainment. Whether the woman was there by choice or forced into sexual slavery Jeri didn't know but it looked like she had found where Trisha Ann was most likely to be. Now she just needed to find a place to wait and watch. This place was too far away to suit Jeri's needs. She also wanted to see what was on the other side hidden behind the compound. She faded back into the woods and proceeded on a line to parallel the fence. About halfway down the second side fence she got a call from Lisa, "They've detected you. Somehow you tripped a motion detector. They think you might be a large animal. Do you have your hood and everything on properly?" "Oops" Jeri said. She had left the cowl down. She pulled that up into place. When Jeri got to the corner Lisa interrupted her again. "They are still tracking you somehow." "How do you know?" Jeri asked. Over Jeri's headphone a Myanmar native spoke, "Do you think we should do something?" Another voice, "No whoever it is isn't authorized. It appears to be one person and not very large. When we let the snakes out they'll take care of whoever it is." The first voice said, "How come we can't see them?" The second voice replied, "Probably the night vision is being blocked or hidden. It doesn't matter though. The snakes can track anything. Whoever it is can?t do anything out there and they can?t get over the fence without being fried." The first voice spoke again, "There?s another sensor at the corner." "Yep," the second voice confirmed, "Just what I expected they?re trying to get onto the other side closest to where the girls are. Probably some jealous boyfriend or a father that thinks he didn?t get paid enough. At the rate they?re traveling they should be pretty close to the snakes when they're freed. I wouldn?t want to be out there in a couple of hours. Of course I wouldn?t want to be anywhere near where the snakes are when they?re let loose." "Jeri, stop where you are," Lisa interrupted the conversation she had been transmitting to Jeri. "I want to see if I can figure out how they are tracking you." Slowly and methodically Jeri checked the plants next to her on the trail she was standing and then the ground. Finally they found a small mercury switch with a transmitter attached to the plant. When the plant moved then something had brushed it. Since the switch was located about 4 ft off the ground it had to have been moved by a large creature. Also this far down in the mountain valley meant that there was very little wind. It was a simple system that worked perfectly for the conditions. If you tracked how many times a switch was tripped and how fast each in a line was triggered then you could figure out easily how many people were moving and at what speed they were traveling. "Well there goes the element of surprise," Jeri said. "Not necessarily," Lisa replied, "All we need to do to mess up their time table is stop you from tripping anymore of these sensors. The second thing to do is get you inside the compound before the snakes are released." "And you propose that how?" Jeri said. "Well why not go up?" Lisa said. "Fly? How?" Jeri said, "It?s not like I have wings and can fly up there. I didn?t get the mission pack with the jet wings again." "What do you mean mission pack with jet wings?" Lisa asked. "The first time I used the box, when I was late coming home and I had to clean you up. I turned myself into Kim Possible with her jet pack. I went flying all around the Taylor?s yard. It?s how I knew it could do technology. If it could do the winged pack for me I figured it could do the ?shell? for you," Jeri replied. "You never told me about this," Lisa said. "I did. I just didn?t go into details," Jeri said. "What else did you do?" Lisa asked. "Can we talk about this some other time when I?m not in the middle of a jungle about to have man-eating snakes come after me?" Jeri asked. Lisa recognized Jeri?s evasion easily. She would have to find out more about this in the future. "Just climb up and use the vines like they?re ropes," Lisa told her. "You are very athletic and should be able to do a ?Tarzan through the trees? pretty easily." Jeri easily climbed to the top of the tree. She figured she was at fifty to one hundred feet up from the ground. She discovered at this height there was an area that formed a second forest floor. Many of the trees still stretched up through the forest canopy. Threading through the tree trunks and branches were a series of vines some as thick as the branches themselves. Jeri began moving carefully through the trees. She began to jog carefully along the branches as if she was on a gymnastics beam. It was easy to grab a vine and swing across some of the wider spaces. The vines easily supported her light weight. Pretty soon she had become very comfortable with moving through this organic highway. It was amazing. Finally, Jeri came to a place where she was even with the building she had seen earlier. She climbed further up a tree near the edge of the cleared area around the compound. This side still had the balcony and doors on the second floor. The third had the same windows with bars. The first floor only had one set of double doors. There was one small door near the opposite end of the building. There were no windows. The place was a lot quieter too with only some dim lights in the barred windows. "Lisa can I get one of those vid cam discs onto the balcony from here?" Jeri asked. "You would have a greater chance for success with a more oblique angle," Lisa replied. "You would have a larger window of opportunity where the roof overhang interferes less with the trajectory," Lisa said. "However a large angle of inclination is required in order to lob the disc into a suitable position." "Okay I'll move to another tree about eighty yards up. It looks a little taller too," Jeri said. "How far will it have to go?" "Two hundred seventy six point two eight five yards," Lisa answered. "Point two eight five?" Jeri queried. "Yes, precisely with a margin of error of point zero one one one inches due to distortion for the angle of viewing and night vision equipment," Lisa replied. "But why not point two five or point three five or even point five," Jeri said, "It doesn't have to be that accurate." "Because the first is too short and would have the disc hit the balcony wall. The second is more than necessary and the third is too far," Lisa replied perfunctorily, unperturbed by Jeri's outburst. "Wait a sec! I've got to hit a target I can't really aim at within less than a quarter yard at a distance of almost a thousand feet?" Jeri asked incredulously. "I'll never do it." "Sure you can! I'll guide you," Lisa replied confidently. Jeri positioned herself in the chosen tree. She braced her back against the tree with her feet resting on two branches. It was awkward but gave her good support. A round circle appeared on her visor representing the target. It appeared to be about the size of a pencil diameter. A diamond formed the sight bracket for the compressed air gun. Jeri raised the gun up into the air pointing it way higher than Jeri thought was correct. Nevertheless she followed Lisa's instructions. Just as she started to squeeze the trigger there was a loud clanking noise. Then there was a thud that could be felt through the ground as if a great weight had fallen. "What was that?" Jeri exclaimed. "I think they have released the snakes," Lisa stated calmly. "That was the gate! How big can it be?" Jeri asked. "Perhaps it would be best to be in the compound before we learn the answer to that question," Lisa replied. Lisa thought that she did a good job of keeping the concern out of her voice. Through Jeri's movements when the ground shook, the volume of the rattling they heard and knowing the speed of sound through air, and the speed a tremor traveled through the earth Lisa had extrapolated the weight and size of the door. It indicated something nearly as big and strong as a Mack Truck. Her alarm levels rose three orders of magnitude. Jeri aimed once again. The reticle refused to stay over the target. When Jeri thought she was close she fired. The disc missed and landed on the tile. It couldn't even provide a great view of the stars. "Try drawing a small figure eight and then fire," Lisa said. Jeri aimed once again, this time doing a little figure eight with the sighting reticle. She squeezed the trigger just as the reticle crossed the target. The disc landed on the balcony floor in front of a door. The thermal image showed two occupants intertwined on the bed. They were still at the moment. The imagery also showed that the roof consisted only of tiles laid over the rafters and battens. It appeared if Jeri could get to the roof it would be easy to go in from the top. "Jeri, please shoot another disc," Lisa asked. Jeri loaded and aimed at the target shown on her visor. This time the disc landed on the inside of the compound and provided a close view of the fence. Lisa said, "The fence is electrified." Red circles appeared around points of the image on Jeri's visor. "It is strong enough to kill small animals. Therefore it can probably kill you," Lisa stated. "How do I get in? It looks too tall to jump," Jeri asked. "Perhaps I could jump onto it, or knockout a section." "Judging by some of the birds, that is just as lethal. Taking out a section is likely to bring a fully armed brigade out to deal with the problem," Lisa said. Jeri was silent as she looked across at the building that she was certain held Trisha as entertainment for the warlord's troops. The distance appeared to her to be about two blocks. She could also see that she was a little higher than the building. "Jeri, I think it's time you left. We haven't seen the snakes and you need time to move ahead of them. We don't know how fast they move or how they track prey. You can come back tomorrow when you know how to get over the fence," Lisa said. She had no data to confirm her hypothesis but surmised that the snakes for this compound were already moving towards Jeri's location. She hoped Jeri could outrun them. "Lisa will the cable reach the balcony?" Jeri asked. "Yes," came the reply. "Couldn't I slide on the cable to the balcony?" Jeri asked. "Yes," Lisa replied, "You can use your board to help push you by hooking it around the cable with the trucks." Jeri took out her gun and hooked the cable to it. She prepared to aim. Suddenly a flock of birds flew up violently from nearby. Then the jungle was silent. "What was that?" Jeri asked. "I think the snake is here," Lisa said excitedly, "Quick! Jeri shoot the cable then tie it to the tree. Just wrap the cable about five times around the trunk and four around itself. That will hold long enough. If you miss, drop the cable. The cable will become electrified as soon as it touches the fence." Jeri tried to calm her pounding heart. Thinking back to what Lisa said about a figure eight she squeezed the trigger. The cable sang out like a whip through air. It rose up into the night. There was a sharp thump at the tree and Jeri nearly lost her footing. She clung desperately to the trunk and the cable reel as another sharp blow shook the tree. She looked down into the inky blackness of the forest. She saw only blackness. "Jeri, wrap the cable," Lisa shouted at his ear. Jeri wrapped the cable frantically with only a few quick turns. She laced the opposite sides of the trucks ever the cable and jumped from the tree. Gravity and momentum carried her a short distance from the tree. A series of blows now rang against the trunk. The jets on the board kicked on and the board rocketed toward the building. Jeri thought the ground was rushing towards her to fast. A shrill woman's scream of primal anger trumpeted through the forest. Lisa shouted, "Jump Jeri Jump" She did. She rolled as she landed and was blinded by sparks and the burst of flames. The cable had fallen across the fence. The high voltage current had blown a chunk out of the balcony. It had also sundered the tree Jeri had spied from. Suddenly Jeri saw a large strange creature illuminated by the fire. It moved towards him. Alarms rang throughout the compound and lights flickered on as men shouted. "Run Jeri. Run around the building," Lisa shouted at her and Jeri ran. "I can't believe I was so dumb. I've got to be the stupidest machine there is," Lisa said. "It's so obvious a two year old could figure it out." "What?" Jeri said. "The snakes," Lisa said. "They're cold blooded and therefore not visible with IR. Their body temperature matches with the ambient temperature. There is no heat signature. Your night vision is useless. Jeri rounded a corner and climbed the stairs leading to the balcony. As she reached the floor she heard doors opening. Footsteps clattered across the tile. Someone would spot her momentarily. She jumped over the side and hung to the railing against the side of the stairs. Shadows from the lights over head hid her in semi darkness. Footsteps clattered past her. A man screamed in agony from where Jeri had entered the compound. Shots rang into the night. Jeri climbed carefully over the balcony rail. Fighting continued around the side from her. She crept along the floor of the balcony to the opposite side from the fighting. It sounded as if it was diminishing. A door was opened and Jeri looked carefully inside. A woman lay on the bed partially covered by a thin sheet and trembling in fear. Her skin alone was enough to tell Jeri this was not Trisha. Jeri crept into the hallway. The visor adjusted automatically to the bright light. It also darkened to prevent Jeri from losing her lowlight vision. At the end of the hallway was a set of stairs leading up. Jeri proceeded down the hallway looking in each room. She went around the corner and avoided the stairs. A set of bathrooms and showers lined this short hallway and led to another hallway. She proceeded to check these rooms. As Jeri checked each room she examined the solitary female to see if one might be Trisha Ann Delarue. With growing horror and anger she proceeded to check each room. She was horrified because every woman was extremely afraid. Some were hiding under bedding; others huddled in a corner with a sheet around them, the most frightening lay on the bed with their legs obscenely spread and their arms above their heads. Their expressions were ones of disinterested despair. Her anger was awakened because of the abuse these women displayed. Every one of them had bruises and welts. The ones that were pregnant were almost in worse shape with bruises across their abdomens and backs. Jeri could not understand such extreme abuse of another individual much less a woman. Growing up Jeri always recognized that it was her mother that gave her birth. It was she that had nursed her, cleaned her, and taught her to read and write. When her father had died, her mother had gone to work to provide for the family. As a boy Jeri had been treated the same as her sister. If anyone received more care it was her sister because she simply needed it. Having completely checked the second floor Jeri moved to the stairs to go up to the third floor. An unusual rasping sound that Jeri barely heard alerted her that something else was on the floor. She froze next to the corner and readied three discs - stun, teargas and smoke. Jeri started to move when the monster whipped around the corner filling the hallway with its bulk. In its haste it collided with Jeri knocking her back down the hallway. The discs in her hand went skittering down the floor. Jeri sat up shaking her head and trying to determine what wall she had run into. Looming over her was a giant creature - part human, part snake. "Naga" Lisa said. "Trisha?" Jeri whispered. The threatening monster paused a moment. It looked quizzically at Jeri. "Trisha Ann Delarue, is that you?" Jeri asked. "Who are you? How do you know my name?" the creature asked. "I'm Jeri Kimberly Knight. Your father sent me to find you-to bring you back home if you wanted," Jeri said. "Daddy sent you? To take me home?" the monster asked. There was something in the monster's voice that sounded like a frightened small girl. "That's right! He misses you a whole lot and wants you to come home," Jeri replied brightly. She slowly stood up as if she might frighten the monster. "He wants me to come home with you?" the monster asked as if it didn't understand or couldn't believe what it heard. "Yes," Jeri said, "I'm going to take you home." "Daddy doesn't know where I am. He doesn't know what I've done - what I've become. You lie!" the monster shouted the last part and raised the sword it held, readying it to bring it down upon Jeri. Jeri looked up at the monster that had been Trisha Ann Delarue and was frightened. Blood darkened the blade of the overly long katana blade. It trailed over the guard across the hilt and down the creature?s upraised right arm. From there it seemed to be spattered all across her torso. A spear held in the other hand carried the impaled head of a man. A second pair of arms carried a machine pistol in one hand and a double bladed axe coated in gore. The last pair of hands carried a large rifle - big enough to shoot a grenade.