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The Bank Job Part III - The Aftermath Chapter 12: The Hideout Kevin drove them out to their secret hideout in the country. To be frank it was not so much a secret hideout as an old abandoned hut in the middle of nowhere. It had probably once been a forester's hut in Norchester Forest, but woodworm had attacked it over the years and now it had more holes in it than a golf course. "I'll bring the loot in, you'd better go get changed," Kevin told his friend. Adam headed into the shack and put down the bag that he had retrieved from the back seat of the car with his boy clothes in it. He had been 'Emma' all week and he was starting to get used to being a girl. He loved the sexy clothes that women got to wear, he loved getting the attention that women got, and he loved having his own breasts to play with. There were downsides to being a woman as well: the killer heels, having to sit to go to the loo and the restricting corset that was underneath his latex Emma suit. All in all, though, the downsides were a necessary evil that gave him the wonderful experience of what it was to be like to be a woman. Now that experience was going to have to end. Adam took off Emma's heels first and then undid the zip at the back of his black and white dress. He eased the dress down over his fake curves revealing the sexy white basque below. Next he undid the white basque and eased it off his shoulders. The patterned white bra and panties could now be seen below, and Adam could see his fake breasts popping out of the bra. He slid the stockings down each leg just as Kevin came into the shack carrying the first bundle of money. "I still can't believe that's you and not Emma, even though I know it's you, Adam," Kevin asked him. "I bet you're relieved to be getting back to being yourself." "Oh yes, very much so," Adam lied maintaining Emma's voice to confuse his friend. He could not tell his friend the truth as he finished pulling off the sexy stockings. Underneath his female form his member was engorged and Adam decided that he would need a bit of privacy when he removed the suit. "Mind if I have some privacy when I take the rest of this off?" he asked in his own voice, his fun now over. "Sure," Kevin replied, "just let me bring the other bag in, then I'll go wait in the car." Adam had to wait for a few minutes before his friend had finished dumping the rest of the money in the corner of the single room. Then he reached around behind his back and unclipped the bra and let his fake mammaries swing free. Finally he pushed his panties down, leaving him naked in his Emma disguise. Adam knew that he should destroy the disguise as soon as he could to remove all the evidence. However as he undid the Velcro from the mask, he could not bring himself to do it. Instead, he carefully pulled the mask forward over his face, ensuring that he did not rip it as he did so. He reached around to his back once again, finding the ring to pull the zip down so that he could ease himself out of the Emma suit. He had to unroll the catheter tube from his penis to remove the bottom half and as he did so some of Trevor Cox's semen oozed out of the fake vagina. He would need to clean that later if he was going to keep the suit. His penis felt a little relief at being out of its prison, but it was fully erect and quite sore from being tucked underneath himself for a week. Finally, he removed the restricting corset so that he could breathe properly again. He stood in the cold looking down at the remains of 'Emma Wilkinson' on the floor and the cold started to shrivel up his member. Adam dressed quickly again in his underwear, jeans, sweatshirt, socks and trainers. The clothes seemed so course and unsexy in comparison and he did not linger or luxuriate in putting them on. He bundled up his Emma clothes and suit into the bag before going to beckon Kevin back into the shack again. Counting the money was not nearly so much fun as Adam had imagined it to be. Indeed it seemed so much like a chore after the excitement of impersonating a real woman throughout the last week. The haul came to just under five hundred thousand pounds, considerably less than the million they had been expecting. They divided it up equally between the two bags, took about one hundred pounds each for spending money, and hid the remainder under a loose floorboard in the shack. "Remember; be very careful where you spend the stolen money," Kevin advised. He had seen one too many crime capers on TV and Adam felt that perhaps he was being a little melodramatic. However it was probably a good idea to be cautious at this stage, and they could wait a while until it had all blown over to enjoy the fruits of their little escapade. "I'll be careful, don't worry." Adam replied. "Now let's go home after our camping holiday. You remember the agreed story about the holiday that we tell our parents don't you?" "Of course I do, buddy," Kevin said. Adam picked up his bag with 'Emma' in it and was glad when Kevin did not say a word about destroying the evidence. Chapter 13: The Loss Adjuster Wesley Caplin had received the call at about seven PM, just after he had finished dinner with his wife. He had been on the road to Norchester from Swansea ever since then. It was his job as a loss adjuster to be on call and go where he was needed to assess either the damage to property or the extent of a theft. The corporations paid well and therefore Wesley had to be able to go where he was needed at a moment's notice. His wife was used to these calls and was resigned to the inconvenience in exchange for the good pay cheque her tall, handsome husband brought home. The hotel he was booked in was the Hilton in Norchester and it was getting on for nine thirty by the time he had checked in. Wesley dumped his cases in his room and decided to head straight down to the bar for a drink or three. Wesley had got his pint of lager and was just heading for a table with a good view of the bar, when he spotted a stunning young black haired woman wearing a simple black dress coming into the bar. He took a second look and he realised that he knew her from somewhere. He sat down and started to wrack his brains where he'd seen her before. Eventually he concluded that it was on one of his wife's magazine covers and that she was a model of some sort, originally from Russia. She really was a stunner and Wesley could not help getting an erection under the table. He decided to sit there, drink his beer and admire the view for a while. This plan was fine until she came over to the table where he was sitting. "Can I join zu?" She asked. Her voice was like honey and Wesley could only nod dumbly. "Zere's a creepy man around da hotel who seems to be following me around and I'd appreciate some company." "Well if he comes near, I'll sort him out. I'm Wesley Caplin, by the way," Wesley smiled as he introduced himself. He could not help it, he was melting in those sparkling, grey-blue eyes already. "Irena Ganalov." She proffered her slender hands to him to shake. "Of course, you're the famous model. Wow, you must lead an exciting life." Wesley babbled back. "Itz not as exciting as zu vould think, Vesley. Itz long hours getting dressed, standing around," she replied. Her English-Russian accent was so sexy and Wesley could not resist looking at her cleavage that was on display. "So vhat do you do, Vesley?" "Me? Oh I'm a loss adjuster." Wesley replied quickly. His job was nowhere near as exciting as a model. "Vhat is zat, zhen?" Irena asked with interest. "Oh it's sort of an insurance thing," Wesley answered surprised at her interest. "Large companies insure themselves against losses and if they claim, then I go in to the organisation to determine the extent of their loss to verify their claim." "So vy are zu here on a Friday zen?" Irena asked, continuing her interest. "Oh, there was a robbery here earlier tonight at the Northern Bank," Wesley answered. "I'll be going in tomorrow morning first thing to assess their losses. I have a list of what they had in the bank and I go in before any of their employees to find what is missing," he continued, showing Irena the piece of paper. "Can I zee it? I've alvays vondered vhat is in a bank vault." She asked. Wesley handed the paper over and Irena began poring over the list, his normal level of caution bypassed as he was captivated by her beauty. "Zey hav gold in ze vault!" Irena exclaimed handing back the list. "How cool is zat?" "Quite unusual, as far as I'm aware. I have to wonder if the thieves targeted the bank specifically because of the gold being in there over the weekend." Wesley wondered aloud. Just then a man in an untidy suit walked into the bar. "Itz him!" Irena exclaimed to Wesley. "Can ve leave? Perhaps ve can go to zur room? He may know my room number." Wesley was a little flustered, but the prospect of Irena coming back to his room excited him. "Yes, come on." Wesley held out his hand and Irena took it as they strode out the other door from the bar. Wesley noted the man staring at the couple and quickened his pace to the elevator, which to his relief came pretty quickly. "Who is that guy anyway?" he asked as they got into the lift. "I don't know. He's been following me since zis morning. I zink he might be a stalker!" Irena answered, a panic in her voice. His room was just across the way from the lift and he fumbled with his keycard in the lock until it let them into the room. Irena strode into the room, every inch the super model. Wesley wasn't sure what to say next so he offered her a drink from the mini bar. "Sank zu Vesley, I'll hav a gin and tonic please. I feel safe wiv zu. Zat man was so creepy." She was a little shorter than Wesley and she stood on tiptoe in her heels and kissed him on the forehead. That little kiss sent a shiver of sexual thrill through his body, and he wanted to take her in his arms and kiss her passionately, but he did not. He was married and besides, why would one of the world's sexiest women want him? That did not stop him touching up that plain little secretary of his back in Swansea, but that did not count. She was hardly going to tell, as he would ensure that she was fired if she did. So instead he poured her a drink and then poured a can of lager for himself. "Oh Vesley, I feel so safe vith you,"Irena said and moved in and put her arms around Wesley's shoulders. Wesley, not knowing what else to do with his arms, put them around Irena's waist. His cock was fully erect and pointing directly towards Irena's groin. There was little way that she would not notice it. She must have noticed it as Wesley felt Irena take one of her arms from his shoulder, moving it down to unzip his trousers and reached into his boxers shorts to fondle his dick. Wesley was in heaven, not knowing what to say he just enjoyed the moment. "My zu are a big man," Irena said. "I zink I vould like to get a closer look." Irena moved her hand away and kneeled down so that her face was level with Wesley's open trousers and the eye of his penis facing her. She opened those gorgeous pink lips and put them around his shaft. Wesley could not believe it, the most stunning model he had ever seen was giving him a blow job, and it was one of the most erotic things he had ever experienced. His cock was now at full mast and aching for release, but he did his best to hold it in as long as he could to keep the sensation as long as he could. Eventually, though, he could no longer hold the tide back and he shot a full load into Irena's mouth. After swallowing his initial load, she licked his dick clean; Wesley could not believe his luck. "That was... out of this world, Irena," he said at last. "I'm glad," Irena replied. "I must admit, I vas a bit nervous." "You were nervous? Surely not! You are one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen," Wesley told her. Irena put her hands up to her face, shocked. "Zu are so nice. I just never know vith men vhether they like me or not for whom I am." "Oh yes I do really like you, Irena," Wesley found himself saying before he kissed her passionately, tasting his own salty taste on her lips. She returned his kiss and they began to fondle each other, eventually falling on the bed, their drinks forgotten. Wesley searched around the back of Irena's dress and slowly unzipped the back of it, eager to get at the goodies inside. She kissed him again as he did so and he had to concentrate hard to sort the zip out whilst fondling her with his other hand. Underneath he found a pretty black camisole with white dots that he eased off her shoulders. There was no longer any question in his mind as to whether he was going to have sex with her. The only question that remained was how many times it was going to happen. In a way, that might well be up to her, but Wesley knew that he could not resist her and all thoughts of his boring wife were expelled from his mind. Once Irena was out of her outer clothes, Wesley unhooked the bra and began sucking on her gloriously erect nipples. She softly moaned as he sucked on them and he could tell that she loved the experience. Once he had stopped pleasuring her tits with his mouth she began taking off his tie undoing his shirt. Once inside his shirt she began to caress his hairy chest with her beautiful hands with their gloriously long French nails. "Oh zu hav such a manly chest, Vesley," she said to him. "I vant you too hold me against it and make luv to me." Wesley did not need the invitation, but he slipped his hands under her hem of her camisole that was still half hanging from her body and into her low cut french panties beneath. He reached round underneath her and slipped his fingers into her moist pussy and began feeling around for the G-Spot. Her scream of pleasure showed him that he had found it pretty soon and he began to finger fuck her pussy whilst he kissed her full on the lips and caressed her hair with his other hand. Irena was really enjoying this moaning in pleasure at his touch. His wife had been like a stiff board beneath him at times and he loved the feedback that he was getting from Irena. "I vant you inside me, Vesley," Irena said through her vocalisations of pleasure. Wesley lifted her slightly and removed the remains of her lovely dress and pulled her panties off, revealing her vaginal lips below the little patch of black pubic hair. He stood briefly to remove his shoes, trousers and pants, struggling to get the latter over his very stiff penis. Now that her clothes were fully removed, Irena spread her legs wide apart giving Wesley a full view of her glistening, wet cunt. Wesley was aching for his penis to get inside her and he climbed back onto the bed and thrust it into her welcoming pussy. As he did so Irena let out a little shriek of ecstasy. With both hands on her breasts Wesley began to thrust away into her. He could feel her long nails digging into his back as he thrust, but the pain of the nails was also a pleasure to him. She was so wet and tight that Wesley could really feel the walls of her vagina against his penis head as he thrust. It was all too erotic and too much for Wesley. He wanted to last as long as he could for her, but the sensuousness of the sex and the smell of her wetness was getting too much for him. He eventually gave in and shot his load into her just as she orgasmed beneath him. She kissed his mouth greedily as he withdrew from her. "Vesley, zat vas ze best I've ever had," She purred. Wesley's ego was massively boosted and he wondered why hehad ever married his frigid wife if sex could be this good. If he had been a woman, this was how he would have enjoyed sex. "It was the same for me, too," he replied. They lay there for a while just kissing and caressing each other before Irena suddenly asked. "Hav zu ever been tempted to say that more is missing zan it really is and take ze rest for yourself?" She began massaging his penis with her hand as she waited for his reply. "No, why?" He replied at last enjoying her hand once again on his member. "Ve could be rich zu and I. All zu would hav to do is add a million on to ze robbery and zu could hide ze difference in ze bank," Irena speculated. "Ve could go back zere in a month's time and ve vould be rich." "It's possible," Wesley replied, having considered it. "Vould you do it for me Vesley? Ve could be rich together. No vun vould doubt me having zum money and zu could come away and marry me," Irena continued. "But I've just met you and I'm married," Wesley countered. "Are zu happy? If zu vere happy in zor marriage vould you hav made luv to me like zat?" Irena asked. Wesley conceded she had a point. He could be rich, never have to work again and marry the most beautiful woman he had ever met. There was no real decision for him. "You're right Irena. I'm not happy in my marriage, and you make me the happiest man alive. What would we need to do?" he asked. Irena then proceeded to outline the plan before they made love several more times than night. Chapter 14: The Obvious Suspects Emma had spent all night in the cells with two drunken women named Chloe and Laura who had been out on the lash and got involved in a fight over a boy. It had not been what she was expecting after freeing herself from her bonds and calling the police. She had reported that she had been held hostage in her own house by a man and a woman looking exactly like her, but when the police had arrived, they had immediately arrested her and taken her to the Police station. Chloe and Laura had been raucous for the first few hours she was there and the bucket that stood in for a toilet had been less than savoury. She had been interviewed within an hour by a female detective, whose name she had inconveniently forgotten, where she had told her story of what happened, but nothing much had happened since then. They had allowed her a phone call which she had used to call her parents. They were on holiday in Scotland and worried about their little girl, but it would take them time to get back to Norchester and they probably would not arrive until lunchtime the following day. The breakfast that they had brought the girls was not of great quality: Emma disliked porridge and the toast was all limp. After their meal, a policeman had come to let Chloe and Laura go with a warning. They were sober now, and feeling pretty sorry for themselves. They had been very nice and promised Emma that they would get news out about her plight to the world. About an hour and a half later another policeman had come into the cell and bid Emma follow him. He took her up to a room and bade her sit on a chair whilst he stood on guard outside the door. Emma knew from watching all those cop shows that this was an interview room. Perhaps they wanted to get her evidence about the couple who had kidnapped her and had only held her overnight for her own protection. She waited for about five minutes before two men in suits arrived and sat down opposite her. The shorter of the two men was carrying an iPad, and the taller of the two men sat next to a digital recorder on the wall and pressed a button. "This is DCI Barrie Winters and DC Harry Carver entering the room. Interview with Miss Emma Williamson begins at ten oh six AM on Saturday the fifteenth of November," the taller of the two men said for the digital recorder. "I see from your statement that you claim to have been tied up for a week by a man and a woman. Can you describe them to me?" DCI Winters asked. "I can describe the woman very well. She looked and sounded exactly like me. The man was taller and wore a balaclava and had a very deep voice." Emma replied. As long as she told the truth she knew that she would be fine: British justice was, of course, the finest in the world. "Do you have a twin sister?" DC Carver asked. "No, I'm an only child." Emma replied. "We have witness reports from your neighbours saying that they saw or heard nothing unusual from your flat Miss Williamson," DC Carver replied. "A few of them saw you going to work each day as normal." "That was the other woman who looked like me," Emma told him firmly. "Showing the witness Evidence Item A," DC Carver said as he switched on the iPad and turned it around for Emma to see. It was a video of the vault at the bank taken from above. Emma had only seen inside it once when she had been shown around the bank after accepting the job there. There was a pile a gold bars in the middle and a duvet and pillows on the floor. Trevor Cox and the imposter entered the room and started making out. Emma had to force herself to watch the whole disgusting episode and after the second round of sex she saw the woman who looked like her take a gold bar and hit Trevor Cox over the head. Then a short time later the man with the balaclava and the imposter came back into the vault, scooping money into some bags. "Did you know that the vault has a hidden video camera?" DCI Winters asked her. "No, but that's the other woman who looked like me and the man who tied me up," Emma protested. "So you keep claiming," DC Carver replied. "However, we've found no evidence of this other woman and we have witness statements from your colleagues who say that you were at work all week." Emma was getting worried and looked about nervously before she continued. Why would they not believe her? "Look, she was very good at pretending to be me. I'm telling you the truth." Emma said desperately. "See, what I think is this," DC Carver told her, "I think that you and your little man friend cooked this up between you. You robbed the bank, and then went back to your place where your partner in crime tied you up loosely and went off with the money. You then rang us pretending to be the victim. It's a classic ploy, but one I'm afraid that doesn't fool us, particularly as we have such good evidence of the crime being committed." "I didn't do it. I'm telling you the truth!" Emma almost yelled back at them. This could not be happening. "I want to know three things," DCI Winters began.""Was the bank manager Trevor Cox in on all this as well? Where did you hide the money and why didn't you take the gold?" "Look I wasn't involved," Emma replied sternly. "That's not me there. I most certainly wouldn't even look at Trevor Cox, let alone have sex with him." "Would you do it for a bundle of cash?" DC Carver asked her nastily. "Not even for a million pounds," she replied, thinking of Indecent Proposal as she spoke. "Trevor Cox claims that it was you Emma," DC Carver told her. "He claims you seduced him and tricked him into having sex with you in the vault. Our witness reports from your colleagues Julie Ottershaw and Myra Goodwin indicate that he didn't need much leading, but all the same they do back up Trevor's story that you lead him on." "I can't tell you much else." Emma said desperately. "I was held prisoner for a week in my own flat. It was a pretty degrading experience if you must know. That woman, she looked and sounded exactly like me. Why won't you believe me?" "The chances of having another woman look and sound exactly like you, Miss Williamson, are billions to one against, I'm afraid," DC Carver told her plainly. "Plus, you used your fingerprint to gain entry to the bank. My old mother has a saying: if it looks like a duck, quacks like a duck, then it's probably a duck. You Miss Williamson are a duck - and one, I might add, who's been caught in a net." Emma was now really scared. Why did the stupid policemen not believe her? When she really thought about it though, she understood why: her story was somewhat unbelievable, even though it was true. She chewed her hair nervously. "Now if you tell us who your accomplices were and where the money is, then we can put a word in with the Judge for leniency." DCI Winters told her softly. By now Emma was crying as she replied. "It wasn't me," she sobbed. "I didn't do it." Chapter 15: The Big Boss The fat man relaxed back in his plush chair at the Pink Pussycat Club in London. Weeks of planning a daring bank robbery to get hold of a shipment of gold at the Northern Bank in Norchester were now wasted and he had to salvage what he could from the operation. How inconsiderate for someone else to rob the same bank the day before his men were due to go in and break into the vault. Plan 'B' had been assembled very quickly as soon as he had heard the news. He had sent Irena in to go and see what could be salvaged from the mess to ensure that central did not see his operation in the UK as a failing operation; one where the head would need replacing. He picked up the receiver of the phone on his desk and hit the button marked '2' on the phone to autodial the number. "Irena are you free to talk?" he asked. "Yes, I hav a few minutes, Sir," she answered in her Russian accent. The fat man had been very conscious when he came to Britain to remove all traces of his Russian roots from his voice. Irena used her accent though as part of her whole 'Russian sex kitten' routine. "I understand you have analysed the situation and put a new plan into operation. I need the details, Irena," the fat man demanded. "Sir, I hav made contact wiv Vesley Caplin, ze loss adjuster for ze insurance company," Irena replied down the line. "Ze bank vill only know how much is stolen vhen he tells zem. I hav vrapped him round my bounteous charms, Sir, and I hav persuaded him to adjust ze loss upvards. He vill hide a further million pounds in ze bank, which ve can reclaim at a later date. Ze bank von't miss it as it has already been stolen, zo vhen ve steal it at a later date vith Vesley's help, zey will not know zat it is missing." "Why can't we get it now?" the fat man demanded. He had a bottom line to meet like any business. "Zere vill be policemen all over za bank, Sir," Irena told him. "Ve cannot take a pile of cash out now, ve must vait until ze heat has died down. I vill get Vesley to hid ze cash in a safe place above vone of ze loose ceiling tiles in ze bank vhilst no vone is looking. Ve can zen recover it at our pleasure in ze months to come." "Very well, Irena. Can we use this Wesley chap again now that you have incited him to crime?" The fat man asked. "Absolutely, and if ve need somevone to take ze fall for it all, zen ve have a ready-made fall guy, Sir," Irena replied. This was a whole new line of thinking that the operation had never considered: insurance fraud from the inside. She was good at what she did and Irena had done a good job in making the best out of the situation. However, losing the gold was a pain. "Could we not hide the gold that way?" he asked. "No, zorry, Sir. It is too heavy for ze ceiling. Zere is a good chance it vould bring it down," Irena replied. "But ve will recover as much as ve can." "Good work, err, Irena." the fat man laughed as he said the name. "Zank you Sir. I vill be in touch." Chapter 16: Getting Away with It Saturday and Sunday had been strange days for Adam. The excitement of the heist and being Emma had now faded and Adam's life had returned to the mundane. The local paper on Saturday afternoon had been full of news on the heist on the Northern Bank and Adam had had to wait until his parents and older brother Frank had gone to work on Monday before he could get hold of the paper and read about what they had said about it. He did not want to seem too interested in the robbery in front of his folks and this had been the first opportunity that he had had to read it alone. NORTHERN BANK ROBBED BY CLERK On Friday evening the Northern Bank safe was robbed in a daring raid by Miss Emma Williamson and a masked accomplice. Police have Miss Williamson in custody and are interviewing her, but sources close to this paper have exclusively revealed that Miss Williamson is protesting her innocence. The sources say that Miss Williamson believes that a clone or duplicate of her somehow performed the robbery whilst she was held hostage at home. Police have so far declined to comment on the case, saying only that a young woman is currently helping them with their inquiries at Norchester police station. This was not good news. The police had Emma and thought that she had really done the robbery. Adam had promised Kevin that he would not get Emma in trouble and that was exactly what they had done; Emma was probably stuck rotting in a police cell even now. He had to do something about it to help Emma and fulfill his promise to Kevin. The only way he could think of helping her was to somehow demonstrate that her story was not a pack of lies. That meant that he would have to somehow show the police that the fake Emma was not a figment of her imagination. He still had Kevin's video camera sitting in the corner of his room by his PC and he was now glad that he had nt destroyed the Emma suit. He could make a video of the fake Emma and leave it by the police station door late that night. If he had a copy of Saturday's local paper with him, then he could prove that it was not the Emma that they had in their cells and they would have to release her. It was a risky plan, but one that he knew he needed to do to ensure that Emma was not blamed. He pulled the suit out from the back on the top cupboard in his bedroom that he had stashed it away in and began to unfold it. A shiver went up his spine as he thought about the prospect of putting it back on again and becoming Emma Williamson one more time. He knew that he could not do the video here in his own house, so he would need to go somewhere remote and do it. First off Adam headed into the bathroom to shave his arms and legs again so that the growth of the past couple of days could be removed and the suit could blend in once again to make his skin seem somewhat girlish. Having shaved, he headed back to his room and took the corset out of the bag he had stashed it. The marks the corset had made when it had dug into his sides were still visible and he winced slightly as he wrapped it back around his middle and tightened it up once again. The suit felt familiar in his hands as he stepped into it once again and felt for his penis to attach the catheter to. Adam noted that his little friend was standing to full attention at the prospect of the transformation and knew that he would need to do something about it before he could don the suit properly. He picked up some tissues from the side of his dresser and wrapped them around his dick as he began to pump his cock up and down with his hand. Thoughts of becoming a sexy woman again and putting on her sexy clothes permeated through his brain. He imagined himself walking in his heels down the street becoming Emma completely once again. It was so arousing that he hit the point of no return and he quickly shot his load into the tissues. He wiped himself down with the tissue and secreted his dick into the catheter before pulling up the hips to cover his own. Then he put his arms into the arm holes for Emma and reached round to zip himself back into his Emma suit. It felt strangely good to have breasts again and Adam could not resist playing with them for a bit until he realised that he would need to get a move on. Adam fished out the bra and panties from Friday night and slipped them on again. The panties were slightly soiled on the inside with dried cum from Trevor Cox, but Adam didn't think anyone would see. Next he put on the old orange dress he had kept from his previous cross-dressing and some nude tights, before slipping into some black pumps. Not wanting to be seen as Emma out in public now that she was in the news, Adam fished out an old mask of Mrs James the School inspector from the back of his closet and put the mask of Emma, the newspaper and the video camera in the oversized handbag he had. He put on a unisex looking coat to hide the evening dress as best he could underneath it. With the handbag over one shoulder he headed out of the house towards the old abandoned electronics factory at the end of Bridge Street. Adam did not want to risk going on the bus and meeting anyone dressed like this so he walked the half mile, his heels clicking on the pavement as he went. The brush of his nylon covered legs against each other sent waves of pleasure through him and the sounds of his heels only heightened his nervous excitement within his disguise. Adam could not see any security guards around the factory but the gates were locked and the fence had barbed wire atop it. The fence would be an impossible climb, so his only choice would need to scale the gates if he wanted get in to have some privacy to make his video. It was only now that he realised how inappropriate wearing heels would be for this task. Adam decided to remove his heels and throw them over the fence, before beginning to climb the gate in his nylon covered bare feet. It was hard to gain purchase on the gate without anything on his feet, but Adam eventually managed to scramble over the gate, landing heavily on his feet and ripping his coat which snagged on a bit of wire at the top. Adam retrieved his black pumps and put them back onto his feet. He headed on inside the factory where he found a quiet corner by an old wooden chair. He set up the camera and reached behind his head to slip out of the Mrs James mask. The Velcro underneath it made a ripping sound as it came apart and he pulled the mask forward. He fished into his oversized bag and took out the Emma mask and began fitting it. Adam was much more careful this time as he wanted the result to be perfect for the video. He did not want the police to be able to see it was a mask; he had a certain pride in his work. He spent a while blending in the seams with make-up and fixing the make-up that was already on the mask. Once satisfied with the mask, Adam set the camera on record and went and stood by the chair. "This is to my lovely friends in the police force," Adam said in Emma's voice. "I believe you have Miss Emma Williamson in your custody cells as you believe that she robbed the Northern Bank. Well I'm here to tell you that she didn't rob the bank - I did. Who am I, you ask? Well, you can call me Miss Williams's stunt double. And to prove that this wasn't pre- recorded by Emma, here is Saturday's paper." With that Adam pulled the local paper out of his handbag and showed it to the camera. "Now I have lots of lovely things to go and spend my money on, so I'll say goodbye for now." With that Adam did a little girly wave before going over to the camera and switching it off. All he needed to do now was head home and edit the video before depositing it on the police station steps that night. Chapter 17: New Man, New Thoughts Agent Wilkes did not normally involve himself in something as trivial as a bank robbery, but this one was different. Apart from the appalling investigation by the detectives in charge of the case, this one had the smell of an organised crime gang that he had been trying to break up for some years. This gang specialised in elaborate disguises and MI6 had been trying to get a hold of one of these disguises for years now. DCI Winters had not taken the news that he was being taken off the case well; indeed Desmond Wilkes had likened him to a sulky schoolboy when he had been told the news on that Monday morning. "But we have one of the culprits in the cells now, Mr Wilkes," DCI Winters protested, "and I'm sure we'll have the other one soon enough." "I don't think you do, DCI Winters. I've spent all day yesterday reading all the case files and you've been very sloppy." Desmond Wilkes saw DCI Barrie Winters bristle at the accusation. "I must protest, Mr Wilkes," the DCI countered. "My officers have followed every procedure." "Did you find any of Emma Wilkinson's prints on the gold bars, then?" Mr Wilkes asked. "The video feed clearly shows her picking up the gold bar and clobbering Trevor Cox, so she must have left prints on that unless she was wearing gloves. I couldn't see any gloves on that gold bar." "Well she must've had it in her palms, then," DCI Winters offered. "Did you find any of her prints in the vault at all?" Agent Wilkes asked. "Well, no, but we have the video. That's sufficient evidence for any judge," DCI Winters returned. "It's evidence there was someone there who looked like Emma Williamson," Agent Wilkes proffered. "Did you ever consider that it might not be her and that she was telling the truth?" "That's ridiculous," DCI Winters scoffed. "She hasn't got a twin and the chances of someone looking like her are minute." "The woman impersonating her was very good, but she had some subtle shifts in behaviour that her friends noticed. Did you not look at the witness statements from the other bank staff? They said that she had become focussed all of a sudden on getting a career and sucking up to Trevor Cox. Behaviour that started when Emma says she was held hostage." "Maybe that's when she started planning this with her accomplice," DCI Winters offered. "No it was a disguise, and a very good one, I should add. Did you never consider that? That's why Emma left no fingerprints. Did you analyse the blood?" Agent Wilkes asked. It was a bit like leading a horse to the trough. "Sorry, what do you mean?" "If you read the witness statements carefully you will see that our fake Emma cut herself during the day and left a blood patch on the floor. I've asked DC Carver to get it analysed at the labs. I suspect the DNA won't match Emma's. That will be the final proof that there's an imposter. We should have the results by late afternoon. Meanwhile, I suggest you let the poor Miss Williamson go." "But... but we were going to charge her this morning," DCI Winters spluttered, his case now blown out of the water. "Well, it's just as well I arrived when I did, then," Agent Wilkes smiled. At least he had avoided one miscarriage of justice, but he still had to find the members of that organised crime gang that had pulled this off. "The loss adjuster, a Mr Caplin has reported that they took one point four eight million, so we'd better find the real culprit so we can get it back for the bank, don't you think?" Chapter 18: Emma's Temporary Freedom Emma was released late on Monday morning. She had managed to ring her parents and they arrived to pick her up. She did not want to go back to her flat as it held too many bad memories from the past week, so she went back to her old family home. Besides, the local rag had all but staked it out hoping to get another scoop from her. Her dad had headed off to her flat to run the gauntlet and pick up some clothes for her, whilst she tearfully regaled her mum with events from the past week. When her dad got back she changed her clothes and decided to sleep in her old bed for a while. Her dreams were fitful though, with a hooded figure coming behind her and holding her down. When she tried to reach up to unveil the figure she just managed to get the hood down which revealed her own face. She lept fitfully and eventually decided to ring her friends. Julie was initially a little angry with her and she did not believe Emma when she told her story about being held hostage in her own flat. Indeed she seemed to be somewhat distressed that Emma had reneged on a promise and had only herself to blame for the mess that she had got herself into. Myra had at least appeared to be sympathetic on the surface, but her tone gave Emma the impression that she highly doubted Emma's story. Emma almost began to believe it could not have happened that way, even though she knew that it had. She eventually made her excuses to Myra and cut the call short. With nothing else to do she watched a bit of daytime TV, but all of it seemed just that bit too trivial with everything else that was going on in her life. About four in the afternoon there was a ring at the doorbell. Emma's dad went to answer the door and he came back to report that it was a boy named Kevin and was she feeling up to seeing him. Emma had almost forgotten about Kevin in all that had gone on over the past week, but she felt a genuine tingle inside at the prospect of seeing him again. "Show him in please, Dad," she told her father. If Kevin did not sympathise with her, then he definitely was not boyfriend material. "Emma, are you alright?" Kevin asked, going over to her and reaching out to hug her. Emma let him hug her and she was grateful for his strong arms around her to protect her. "I only just heard on the radio that the police had released you this morning." "Oh, Kevin, it's been so terrible," she said at last. "The police don't believe me, Julie and Myra don't believe it wasn't me. Only Mum and Dad are on my side." "I'm on your side too, Emma, I'll always be here for you," Kevin replied. It was good to have someone reliable like Kevin lsupporting her. Mum and Dad were all very well, but they were not her age. "Thanks, Kevin," Emma replied, releasing him from the hug at last. "Why don't you tell me what really happened, Emma?" Kevin asked. Emma recounted her tale of being held hostage for a fourth time that day. Kevin listened attentively and she noted that he was sympathetic in all the right places. "When they find who was responsible, I'd like to give them what for," Kevin told her. Her dad chimed in and told Kevin that he would be right there beside him in pounding those responsible for his little girl's indignation into dust. Kevin looked a little uncomfortable at that but smiled and gave her father a friendly pat on the back. Emma went over to Kevin and held his hand whilst giving him a little peck on the cheek. "Thank you, Kevin. You're a true friend in my hours of darkness," she said softly to him. "You really find out who your friends are when the chips are down, don't you?" "Emma, I'll always be your friend no matter what." There was a little tear in Kevin's eye as he said that. Emma thought it sweet that Kevin was so sensitive. "When this is all behind me, would you like to go out together?" Emma asked. "Do you mean on a date?" Kevin replied. Emma wondered nervously if she'd misread the situation. "Yes, that sort of thing." Emma hedged. "I'd love that more than anything in the world," Kevin replied, his face beaming now and Emma knew that she had not got it wrong. If Kevin could just get a job, he might just be a keeper. For the remainder of the afternoon the two of them sat close on the sofa just talking with the television on in the background. As time wore on the moved that little bit closer on the couch and the little touches sent a thrill through Emma. Eventually Kevin had to go back home for tea. Emma's mum had offered for him to stay, but he said that his mum would already be preparing it. He did offer to come back round the next day. From here on in, Emma knew that everything was going to get better. Chapter 19: The Emma Gambit It was early on Tuesday morning and Agent Wilkes looked at the video tape one more time. It certainly was audacious of the thief to make that tape, but he fancied that the villain had made their first mistake. The lab report had come back late on Monday night. The blood sample they had did not match any of the samples that they had on record, but the DNA had provided one crucial fact. The blood belonged to a man, not a woman. Agent Wilkes wondered if DCI Winters's brain would be able to process that fact. He decided to give it a try. "Have you seen the lab report from yesterday, Barrie?" he asked casually. "Yeah, the lab boys managed to screw up the evidence again," DCI Winters replied. "What do you mean?" Agent Wilkes asked, already expecting the answer. "The report says the blood belongs to a man. I think they have their X and Y chromosomes mixed up again." "I rather doubt that. Our prime suspect is a man," Agent Wilkes responded calmly. "Yeah, right! You are trying to tell me that the person that we saw on the vault video taking it up the snatch was a man?" DCI Winters sneered. "And you tell me I'm incompetent! What kind of world do you spooks live in?" "One where we know this is entirely possible," Agent Wilkes responded. "We need to arrest Emma Williamson again I'm afraid." "What do you mean? We just let her go on your orders as you told us that she wasn't guilty, which I might add seems to be borne out by that video," DCI Winters replied, increasingly agitated. "Well, it's true that she's not guilty," Agent Wilkes told him. "However, that little video we received tells me one other crucial thing - that our little thief has a conscience, and he doesn't want Emma to be framed for the robbery. So, we're going to present him with a little gambit. We're going to re-arrest Emma Williamson and charge her with the robbery. That way our thief has to fight his own conscience as to whether to let her go down for something that he knows she didn't do." Agent Wilkes could see DCI Winters mulling over the possibilities in his mind. The cogs were going in his tiny little brain. "You want to try and force a man who has stolen over a million pounds, an act that's quite frankly immoral, to suddenly spring a conscience and give up?" DCI Winters replied. "I think you'll be surprised. Besides, if he doesn't give himself up then you will still get a conviction." Chapter 20: Choices Kevin knocked again on Adam's front door for the fifteenth time until Adam finally managed to drag himself out of bed and come down and answer the door. Adam was still in his blue striped pyjamas with a green dressing gown over the top. "It's not my sign-on day - what's so important that you need to get me out of bed this early?" Adam asked. Kevin was in too much of a hurry to humour his friend at this time. "They've arrested Emma, and this time they're charging her with robbery," Kevin said. "Let me in, we need to talk." Kevin did not wait to be asked and pushed his way into his friend's house. "Come in," Adam said. He looked flustered and still sleepy, but Kevin was not prepared to let him have the time to wake up. He was edgy and frustrated and he needed something to happen. Adam sat down in one of the armchairs in the living room and bid Kevin sit down on the sofa which he promptly did. "What are you going to do about it?" Kevin demanded. "You promised that it wouldn't come back on her." "Dude, I did my best the other day," Adam replied, struggling to stifle a yawn. "I sent the police a video that should have exonerated Emma." "Yeah, well it didn't work," Kevin snapped. "They let her go and then after a day they re-arrested her. Dude, we were getting on so well yesterday, too." It was difficult to express to his friend exactly how he felt about Emma. "Look, I can send them another message I suppose," Adam responded weakly. "Do you think that's going to work?" Kevin demanded. He was not sure just what that was going to achieve if the other one had not worked. Kevin was not altogether sure why they had arrested and charged her after having let her go. "I don't know, mate," Adam replied. "I'm not thinking straight at the moment as I haven't even had any tea yet." Kevin conceded that his friend could go and have some tea if it helped him think straight and come up with an answer to the problem at hand. He waited until Adam had nearly finished drinking his tea before he continued. "So, have you got anything yet?" Kevin pressed. He watched as his friend went through a number of expressions that indicated that he was thinking. "Nothing immediately comes to mind," Adam confessed at last. "Look, I'm sure that they'll just let her go after interviewing her again." Kevin was sceptical and said as much to his friend. "Look, I don't know, Kevin. I didn't think that they would arrest her again. I thought I had it sorted. I'm sure if we get the message to her lawyer that the police have a tape of the real robber she won't be found guilty." Kevin considered this for a minute. It was true that the existence of the tape could throw doubt on the result of any case, but what if the police had destroyed it? What if they lied and said there was never a tape? A thought occurred to him. "Do you have the original of the tape?" He asked. "Sorry buddy, I just sent the tape I made. I didn't think I'd need a copy," Adam replied weakly. "Can't you make another one?" Kevin asked his friend. He was desperate for a solution to get Emma out of there. "I could, but they let Emma go yesterday. Now it wouldn't have the same effect as the real Emma could have made the video during that day when she was free." Kevin did a silent curse. There had to be a solution. He had to get her free no matter the cost. "Adam mate, you have to keep your promise to me. Emma can't be hurt in all this. You have to keep your word." Kevin could see his friend chewing over what he had said. "Listen, I promise you I'll keep my word - but what would you be prepared to give up to make it happen? Would you give up the money?" Adam asked. "I don't care about the money any more, Adam," Kevin confessed. "Just make it right. Make sure Emma is free and safe." There were tears running down Kevin's cheeks now. He knew men were not supposed to cry but he didn't care anymore. "If they don't free her after a day, I'll do something that will free her and I'll keep my promise to you," Adam said and Kevin knew that he meant it. Chapter 21: Giving it up for Love By the next day Emma had still not been released by the police. Adam had checked with Kevin that morning, who in turn had checked with Emma's parents. Adam secretly had suspected that Emma would still be in police custody today and that he would have to fulfil his promise to Kevin. He knew what he had to do, but he did not have to like it. In the great tradition of Captain Oates he now had to make the noble sacrifice: he had to give himself up so that Emma could go free. He pulled open the cupboard and rooted around at the back to pull out the rucksack that contained 'Emma'. If he was going to become the sacrifice in all this, then he was going to go out looking fabulous. He fingered the suit admiring the detail on the vaginal lips. Adam started going through the process of dressing himself as Emma once again. By now the corset was very used to its position around Adam's middle. Today Adam's privates were not excited and he slotted them into their position easily. Getting into the suit and blending it in was becoming second nature, but today Adam took extra time to blend in the seams properly. He wanted to look perfect: it would be the last chance he had before his upcoming incarceration. Once he had the suit on, though, his excitement within was manifest and he regretted not pleasuring himself one final time before he had donned it. Once the mask was again fitted on his head, Adam slipped into some simple patterned white knickers and a bra, and slipped himself into a simple blue dress. He sat at the dressing table and brushed out his flowing blond hair so that it just fell nicely on either side. He put matching blue heels on to go with the outfit and checked the final result out in the mirror. Today the other Emma would go out and do the noble thing. He carefully composed a note to his parents, that he left on the kitchen table. Adam did not need a bag today as he was not going to be buying anything, so he just walked out the door of his house, possibly for the last time in quite a while. He was in no hurry to get to the police station. The way he saw it, the longer he took, the more minutes of freedom he would have. Adam enjoyed the click of his heels on the pavement as he walked in the winter sun. He noted a few looks and people pointing at 'Emma' as she walked. He wondered if perhaps they were regular readers of the local paper and believed that they were seeing the real Emma Williamson going voluntarily to the police station. Adam as Emma smiled to himself: he knew that he still had it and he accentuated his hip swing as he went. He could now see the police station up ahead and he slowed his walk. He did not want to go, but he knew he had to go. He ascended the steps slowly one at a time and pushed the double doors open to enter the building. A grizzled old desk sergeant looked up 'Emma' in surprise. He was sure that this woman was supposed to be in Cell Twelve. "Good morning, sergeant," the fake Emma said brightly. "I'd like to speak to the person in charge of the Northern Bank robbery case, please. I have some evidence that may help solve it for them." Adam smiled, showing Emma's brilliant smile formed by his newly whitened teeth. "Just a moment, miss, I'll go and get Mr Wilkes for you," the desk sergeant told Adam and disappeared off through the double doors. Adam was forced to stand on his heels and wait until the man came back. When he returned, there was a man of medium height with dark hair and a little goatee beard with him. "You would be Mr Wilkes, I assume," the fake Emma announced. "I believe you've been looking for me. If you'd be so kind as to let the real Emma Wilkinson go, I think she'll be very relieved after her incarceration." "Sergeant Killick, would you kindly fetch the prisoner from Cell Twelve and then get her release papers ready?" Mr Wilkes said. The desk sergeant disappeared off once again and Mr Wilkes just stood there and looked at the seeming young woman in front of him for a minute. "My, aren't you the talented young girl?" he said at last. Adam curtsied in response then replied. "I do my best. Aren't you going to arrest me?" "All in good time, my lovely lass. I figure that since you walked in the front door and gave yourself up, you're hardly going to run away now." "I'm not really a woman," Adam stated. "Oh I know that, son," Mr Wilkes replied, "and we'll get around to who you really are in a bit. For now though, I thought that since you've come in as Emma that I ought to treat you as such," Just then, Sergeant Killick came back through the door with the real Emma Williamson and some papers in his hand. Emma's eyes went wide in shock at seeing her duplicate stood in the doorway of the police station. Mr Wilkes turned to face her and took the real Emma's hand and kissed it. "I'm very sorry to have put you through everything in the last few days Miss Williamson, but I am afraid it was necessary. Would you accept my most humble apologies?" Adam could see the confusion mixed with a little anger on Emma's face. "Would you accept my apologies as well? I know I don't deserve it, but we really didn't mean you any harm." Emma's twin said to Emma. Adam did not want to reveal his true identity to Emma, since it might have a knock on effect on Kevin. "Who are you?" Emma asked. "I'm a very talented imposter," Adam answered in Emma's voice "and no substitute for the real you. I'm afraid I'm not going to give you my real name. Only Mr Wilkes will get that." Adam could see that the whole thing was getting too much for Emma. Memories of her incarceration and duplication were coming back to her and she was now both angry and upset. "Some things are fundamental to a person... the core of you being the person you are. When you take that away it's as bad as being raped. I hope they put you away for a very long time and throw away the key Miss whoever you are." Emma Williamson stormed back angrily at the fake Emma. The Sergeant signed the papers and handed them to Emma. Now free to go she started to storm out, but at the last minute she turned round for one parting shot but clumsily slipped on her heel. Adam instinctively went to help her up and Emma started to accept until she saw who it was. "I don't need your help, missy. You've already caused me more than enough pain and misery for one lifetime." With that Emma Williamson got herself to her feet, slapped the fake Emma and left the police station. Chapter 22: Interview with Mr Wilkes. Adam had been lead through the police station directly to one of the interview rooms where he had been invited to sit down. He smoothed his dress out behind him before he took the seat and Mr Wilkes sat on the other side of him. "Before we start the formal interview," Mr Wilkes began, "I really must say that the likeness was astonishing. Seeing you alongside the real Emma Williamson really brought home how good you are." Adam had not been prepared for the compliment. "I'm blushing underneath this, Mr Wilkes," Adam replied still in Emma's voice, "but alas you cannot see it." He then watched as Mr Wilkes turned to the digital recorder on the wall and switched it on. "Special Agent Desmond Wilkes is in the room conducting an interview with an unknown suspect at eleven forty-two on Wednesday the nineteenth of October. Also present is Constable Unsworth. Now, can you tell me who you really are?" Adam was expecting this and answered confidently, still in Emma's voice. "My name is Adam Keynes, Sir and I'm just another northern unemployment statistic." "How did you end up joining the mob?" This question caught Adam by surprise. "Sorry, Sir, but I don't know what you mean," Adam replied steadfastly. "There were only two of us involved, though I cannot divulge my partner's name." Agent Wilkes, however, was not to be sidetracked from the subject. "We know that they've been casing the bank for weeks. How did they get you involved, Adam?" "I told you, I don't know anyone in the mob. K... my friend and I just came up with this last week," Adam protested, his Emma voice slipping slightly as he became agitated. "The mob have had advanced female bodysuits for years, Adam," Agent Wilkes told him. "The original technology was invented by the KGB in the 1990s and when Communism fell, organised crime in Russia stole it. So you see, I know how you got that very realistic bodysuit Adam, and I know you therefore must be connected to the mob." "Sir, this is all my own work. It has nothing to do with the mob." Adam said, finally in his own voice. He noted Mr Wilkes raised his eyebrows slightly at the change of voice. "Let me show you." With that stood up and began to slowly undress from his female clothes, finally unclipping his bra and easing down his panties, leaving his naked female form in front of Mr Wilkes. The constable standing guard at the door did not know where to look. Adam felt around the back of his head and separated the Velcro strips, allowing him to pull Emma's mask forward and away from his own face. Then he reached around and slowly unzipped the back of his latex bodysuit, reaching around seconds later to free his penis before sliding his arms out of the holes. Finally his slid the bodysuit down to the floor leaving him standing naked by the table. Mr Wilkes got up and went around to where the torso of Emma Williamson lay on the floor and carefully examined it. Adam stood there feeling cold and exposed in the room. "Alright Adam, I believe you," Mr Wilkes said at last. "This is not a mob bodysuit, they're much more complete and sophisticated than this and they have built in voice modifiers. You say that this was all your own work?" "Yes, Sir. It took me a while. The voice is all my own." Adam replied proudly. He might be going down, but at least he could take pride in his work. "You'd better put that dress back on and sit down whilst we find you something more suitable. So. where's the money, then?" Agent Wilkes asked as Adam complied. Wearing Emma's dress without her full curves felt very strange. "It's in an old shack in Norchester Wood Sir. I can give you directions if you want," Adam replied. Agent Wilkes sat there in silence for a minute just thinking and staring at Adam. Eventually he reached over and turned off the digital recorder. "Mr Keynes, you really are a talented individual to be able to have done so much without the kind of resources at your disposal that the mob has. You also seem like a basically honest and polite boy. I may have a proposal for you Adam. You see, I have a little team that I'm forming to do some quite dangerous but necessary work. The two recruits I have so far are quite capable of stealing the money from that bank... you would make it three if you accept my offer. You can either rot in jail for ten years, or assuming that you give up your partner and the money's recovered, you can come and work for me under supervision. What do you say?" "I cannot give up my partner," Adam replied. There was honour amongst thieves, but this was more than that. This was friendship. "You do understand, Mr Keynes," Desmond Wilkes pressed him, "that I'll find out who your partner was within the day. It won't be hard to find the other person that you know who's been away from home all week." "I do, but Sir some things are important in life. I cannot give up my fr... partner." Adam nearly said friend, he knew he had to be careful. "Very well, have it your way," Agent Wilkes told him." I'll need a confession from you when I turn the recorder back on Adam. We'll see later today what your fate is after the officers go and recover the money." Adam spent the next five hours in an empty cell all alone. They had found him an orange prison overall to wear as his Emma disguise had all been taken away as evidence. Just when he was starting to get hungry, the door swung open and Agent Wilkes walked in. "We found four hundred and eighty thousand pounds under the floorboards of that shack Adam. Where did you put the rest?" he asked. "What do you mean?" Adam replied not understanding what Agent Wilkes was talking about. "That was all we took!" "There was another million pounds taken. What did you do with it? I can't get any deal agreed with you until we recover the money." "We didn't take it, I swear." Adam could not believe it. "Not good enough, Mr Keynes. Should I go and arrest Kevin now?" Mr Wilkes had been telling the truth that he could easily find out who his partner was. "No please don't!" Adam begged. "I really don't know what happened to the rest of the money." "I'm sorry, Adam, but there's nothing I can do for you now unless that money is recovered." Agent Wilkes told him firmly before shutting the cell door. Chapter 23: Farewells Wesley Caplin had finished his audit of the bank and now it was time to leave Norchester and return to his wife. He kissed Irena on the back as he slid out of the bed that they had shared over the past five days, leaving Irena looking up at him from there. Wesley could not recall a time when he had enjoyed more fantastic sex in his life, and these five days with Irena had been heaven. "You are going to come to Swansea in three weeks time so we can plan the retrieval of the money aren't you?" Wesley asked as he started dressing. He was nervous as he'd neither stolen a million pounds nor had a supermodel mistress. Just ordinary Wesley Caplin seeing a supermodel like Irena Ganalov. It was like it was out of a dream and he was afraid that he would wake up and it would all go away. "Ov course I vill, Vesley, you silly-billy," Irena got up from the bed, still naked and came over and kissed him. He got a full view of her glistening pussy, still wet from their last sex session. "I'm sorry, I'm just worried," Wesley replied. "I've never done anything like this before." "That's alvight, Vesley honey." Irena kissed him softly on the forehead, and then she started to dress again in her sexy red lacy underwear. "You do have my mobile number, don't you?" Wesley asked. He could not have her number in his phone in case his wife checked. He finished dressing and gathered up and he was now ready to go back to his own room to fetch his cases to check out. "Ov course, Vesley. Now, give me a proper kiss goodbye," Irena said as she slipped into her dress and then held out her arms. Wesley obediently headed over to put his arms around her and kisses her, inserting his tongue and scraping the inside of her mouth. He was going to miss this, but soon they would be together again and be rich. Chapter 24: The Green Shoots of Love Emma was not due to