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Generally when I have a notion for a story, it revolves around a set
scene with a new main character. Some kind reviewers have asked for
follow ups on some of the stories. Gillian seemed like a candidate for
meriting a little more time.
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"How come you are the only one of us still single?" Jenny asked Dave,
"You never really keep a girlfriend for more than ten minutes, yet you're
an easy going sort of bloke."
"It is not a long story, but it is a boring one," Dave answered. Jenny's
husband Billy interrupted before Dave could start his supposedly dull
tale.
"You went out with Tina for years." Dave smiled and took another mouthful
from his pint.
"For almost all of university. But our interests diverged after that. I
got a job that I liked but took time and effort in order to beat the
eventual cull of graduate recruits. While I was doing that, Tina was
taking two years to snap out of Uni party mode. After we split up I have
never really been interested in stringing out a relationship that is not
heading anywhere just for the sake of it. I'd rather it was ended sooner
and start again."
"And again. And again," chuckled Billy.
Jenny took a sip of wine, peering at Dave over the top of the glass. She
then took at glance at Tina, chatting away at the other end of the table.
Before meeting Billy she had not known Dave or Tina but she was convinced
by Dave's self assessement. It was his summary of oh-so-safe and wifely
Tina as a major party animal was the implausible element. Billy read her
expression accurately.
"Quite true," he confirmed, "she went from hyper active to thoroughly
docile almost overnight."
"You nearly said dull then," Jenny admonished him.
"There's no regrets..."
"Were you going to start singing then?" came an interruption from the
other end of the table.
"No, I was going to get another round, but if anyone would rather hear a
gently mournful tune, well... it is too early in the evening for that."
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A couple of weeks later Dave was knocking at Jenny and Billy's door,
invited over on the way out for light supper and a drink. Or two. The
invitation had been so hot on the heels of the conversation over
relationships in the pub that he suspected the hidden agenda had been a
blind date with one of Jenny's friends, but Dave had dropped a lot of
hints with Billy on the topic and his friend had not even let a tiny clue
go that there was anything to expect in that regard. Jenny opened the
door and ushered him in.
"We're just running a minute or two late," she explained, fiddling to fit
an earring. She gestured to the sofa, "take a seat and we will be with
you in a sec." Dave took his seat, immediately having his attention drawn
to the fact that the television was on. And what it was showing was
bewilderingly weird. It was a scene in the room where he was seated. A
young man, and it definitely was a man, in a pink nightdress had tripped
over a footstool and whilst he was on the floor, Jenny was hitting him
with a rolled up magazine, although the blows were delivered with all of
the ferocity of doped up bunny. Then a woman with short black hair
wearing only black bra and knickers tried to separate Jenny and the man.
The film then froze and Dave did too, because in halting it became
obvious that the woman in only her underwear had a small fish tattoo on
her upper arm that was a perfect match for one that Billy had. Struck
briefly speechless when he realised who it was, Dave was saved from his
inertia by the return of Jenny.
"Don't worry, I will explain," she told him. "Billy has an alter ego. And
'alter ego' is exactly what I mean, because he is male and totally
dependable but the other character is female and randomly mischievious.
We only see her every so often and most of the time Gillian is quite
tolerable to me. But sometimes she needs to be bossed about. The lad in
the nightie in the film? That was his job, but Gillian was too cunning
and persuaded him that he needed to be sharing her clothes." Dave nodded
in order to avoid making a leading comment that could get him involved
more than he wanted to. Jenny continued.
"And where you come in, Dave, is that when I do not have time to keep
Gillian under control, you are the only qualfying person I know who can
be a Gillian sitter. Single, so no awkward questions from wife or
girlfriend. Discreet enough so that all the effort that we have made not
to make this a local joke or scandal will not be wasted and mentally
resistant enough so that she is not going to let her get her way." Jenny
paused and looked at Dave with an expression that was inviting verbal
agreement. He did consider briefly playing the fake new girlfriend that
his friends had not yet met card but realised Jenny and Billy had
previously probed him for enough information that it was a doomed tactic.
So he agreed with her.
"That's true." As he was speaking Dave heard movement on the stairs
behind him. Having spent most of the time since arriving being genuinely
astonished, he found the amazement bar being raised one more notch.
Standing at the foot of the stairs was Gillian. She had long blonde hair,
light make up, a cream coloured shift dress with a pale brown coloured
tree and leaf pattern starting at the hem that petered out before the
waist, tan tights and tan high heeled pumps. Gillian stood with one foot
towards Dave, the other at an angle slightly behind it, smiling
knowingly. Dave could not work out what she was being so smug about but
as he assessed Gillian he quickly realised that her outfit was assembled
to fit the profile of a woman that would catch Dave's eye, even down to
bracelet, bangles, pendant necklace and unobstrusive earrings. The second
thought was that he had never noticed before under his regular clothes
that although wirily constructed, Billy was actually fairly slightly
built. He thought to himself that Gillian looked perfectly femimine and
whatever location they may find themselves in, only people who knew Billy
would look at Gillian and see him underneath the surface. Gillian glided
over and sat on a chair opposite Dave, the heels no hindrance to him at
all.
"How long have you been doing this?" Dave asked.
"Since I was about twelve. Just did a little bit dipping into my sister's
wardrobe when nobody was about."
"You seem to have become quite proficient at it."
"I did work hard at it - and Jenny was wonderful enough to get me on the
right track with things that I was not so great at, such as casual
socialising as Gillian."
"Is it a sexual thing?"
"Iniitially it almost totally was sexual, or at the very least erotic.
Once I was in a long termer with Jenny, the sexual side only mattered
when she was involved."
"Wasn't it hard to keep it secret for so long?"
"Generally we know the sort of places where our friends would typically
go," Jenny interrupted, "and just avoided them. You have always been the
biggest problem."
"Oh wow, thanks for the compliment," scoffed Dave.
"Only in the sense that you will turn up for anything," replied Gillian,
"If we go to the cinema to see horror film, you might be there. If we go
to the theatre for a musical, you might be there. If we went to a comedy
club, or just about any sporting event..."
"I promise to issue my very own Court Circular every week," Dave assured
him in a droll monotone, "so you can avoid me with ease."
"Well we don't need it now, do we? But if you take on watchdog duties,
you will get a list of intended Gillian days."
The first couple of Gillian sitting sessions did not involve Jenny being
absent, just her not paying any attention to what Dave and Gillian were
doing, and Jenny had been right in that so far Gillian did what she was
told when Dave experimented with a few commands. It carried on for a
couple of home evenings in Jenny's absence. In fact the only thing that
concerned Dave was that he was rapidly running out of small talk with
Gillian. In fact, it was just the time in a typical relationship that he
would be wondering if there was any future in it. They had been out for
quiet drink as a trio on a couple of occasions but Dave felt that Jenny
and Gillian had ideas to socialise in a wider range of events.
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It was roughly simultaneously that Dave had an idea as to how put Gillian
to his own use. He also had a secret from his friends. When introduced to
new people and they asked what he did for a living, Dave just told them
that he was in IT for the government. If they pressed he would be just
the right mix of polite and evasive to let them realise that he could not
answer with anymore detail. That had once been his job but he had left it
to become an IT security freelancer a couple of years back and had found
with his skills, one or two good less than totally legal tricks a year on
top of his conventional earnings could make him a more than satisfactory
living. Especially if it was at the expense of people who may be a little
shy about getting the police involved or damaging their reputation
amongst their peers. An idea had occurred to him where he needed a
reliable female accomplice, and now one had been dropped into his hands
very suddenly. It was almost as if the Gods wanted him to give the idea a
spin. He knew Billy well enough to be sure that he was the sort of person
who saw the edge of legality as a blurry line when it suited him, so all
he needed to do was persuade Gillian to go a step or two further beyond
it. Or order her.
With a little judicious hacking, Dave had discovered that a group of
known players in the illegal narcotics distribution business would gather
at regular intervals for a high value game of cards. The game was
organised, and the money almost certainly laundered via, a legitimate
casino, although for discretion it took place away from their public
premises. It may have been a private venture by the manager, so Dave had
decided that the game could be infiltrated. His original thought was that
he needed to be in as a player, but the participants, his surveillance
showed, were very much a fixed list. So he needed to be in the room by
some other means. That meant as one of the players' minders or a casino
employee. To get that level of trust could take an awful long time, if he
got it at all. The only other people there were the caterers. They did
not stay long, but that what was a good thing, as carrying out the theft
and departing with the game in progress would not be suspicious. That
was the way in.
A bit of subtle surveillance allowed Dave to track the caterer back to
his premises, a coffee shop. Dave became a regular customer and once a
friendly relationship had been established with the proprietor, he just
had to wait for the emergency where he could offer to help out, or
engineer an emergency if one did not occur naturally. The opportunity
did occur eventually, a family illness meaning that Dave's kind offer to
cover the proprieter on the casino night was gratefully accepted. After a
couple of times in the role, Dave had his plan. Unfortunately the regular
waitress was not going to do the job as an eye candy distraction - the
shock of the new would definitely work. It was time to run the plan past
Billy.
They were sat in Billy and Jenny's lounge when Dave brought the subject
up.
"Do you fancy a short and well paid adventure?" Dave asked. Gillian's
interest was piqued.
"How short and how well paid?"
"One evening, ten thousand quid."
"Jesus. That has got to be something illegal!" Gillian gasped. In her
surprise there was a greater glimpse of Billy than she usually allowed to
creep out.
"Well..." smiled Dave. With her composure back, Gillian unblinkingly
stared him in the eye for a few seconds. She crossed her arms, pulling
tightly under her bust, grinned impishly and nodded. Dave noted that the
extremely girlish reaction had come to Gillian with instinctivel
quickness. That was what he needed in his accomplice.
"Tell me more."
Dave spilled the relevant beans about the criminal card game, then added
why he felt his plan could be executed.
"The money is laundered through the casino. The players keep chips at the
end of the evening, then cash them in, or play them at the casino in
person. The cash in briefcases - we just switch one or two of them. "
"So we are robbing violent gangsters?" mused Gillian, "which is just a
teeny bit discouraging, not to say frightening."
"No, we won't be," Dave declaimed in triumph, "because they get to keep
their chips. The people we are taking from are the casino, who will not
go to the police..."
"...because they are breaking the terms of their licence. Won't they send
people after us?"
"I expect that they will not. Either the manager is doing some dodgy
private business and has to take the downside, or the company approves
but will really not want the bad publicity. Obviously that is not
certain, but it is likely. Any investigation that they do would need to
be very discreet."
"And my part in this is what?" Gillian asked, drumming fingers on her
chin so that her pink nails danced in front of her mauve lips. Her smile
convinced Dave that he had his reliable accomplice.
"You," Dave pointed at her, "need to be a delightful distraction whilst I
do the switch."
"Can I be Russian?"
"Do you speak Russian?"
"No," admitted Gillian.
"Then you would be screwed if someone there did speak Russian. So no,"
Dave told her patiently.
"What about Polish? I understand Polish."
"Do you? Wow. Never knew that. But all that I need is you in a white
blouse, black mini skirt and tights bending over whilst you do a bit of
waitressing. That's it. A simple task in a simple plan. Reliable is the
only adjective to think about. "
Gillian pouted.
"Yeah, I can do that."
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When the day of the operation came, Dave dropped a small additive into
the usual waitress' tea which incapacitated her for the night, and called
Billy to tell him that it was all systems go. He had two briefcases that
were identical to those used casino to move the money and chips. The plan
had been for three or four, but there was not room for that many in the
warm trolley that he was using to smuggle them in. If the food was
lacking, that would be a cause for unwanted attention. There was a note
in one of the empty briefcases explaining apologetically, and entirely
falsely, that he needed the money to pay for medical treatment to a
family member, which he hoped would at least keep the heat off of the
proprietor. If it did not, that was a shame, but he knew what he had got
himself into and that it was not risk free. Dave did have second thoughts
about bringing Gillian into the plan. Billy was reliable, Jenny told him
that Gillian was not, so he had to hope that Billy could mix the
attributes of his characters. He was also only used to working alone, and
only having to worry over himself. The break from his method was the weak
point in the plan
He picked up Gillian a short distance away from her house, noting with
approval her neat ribbed cotton top was long sleeved, so covered the fish
tattoo, which was good. He felt a little alarmed that he had not
specified that to Gillian, but relieved that she had thought of it
herself. Was there anything else he had overlooked? Her short skirt was
definitely going to do the job of being a distraction and she had worn
slip on shoes with the lowest of heels, so any need for sharp movement
could be handled if they had to make a run for safety. For her hair,
Gillian had donned a long blonde bob, which was not one that Dave had
seen her in before, and her make-up colouring was also untypical of
Gillian. She introduced herself as Maryna Sadowska.
Dave would have preferred to have driven to the venue in silence, but he
had to remind Maryna to avoid discussing her life story too much, just in
case she said something that an attendee knew to be incorrect. Although
less talkative than Gillian, his passenger was not a quietly thoughtful
character.
"What is our plan if we get caught?" she asked, for the fiftieth time.
"You cannot get caught, you are just the waitress. I can get caught.
There is an explanation in one of my cases that it was me alone that did
it, so whilst they will suspect you of being involved, if they actually
think about it, there is no evidence at all."
"So I just have to remain calm?"
"Yes. But as long as you hold up your end, so to speak, we won't be
caught."
"I have heard that said before, usually in a heist-gone-wrong movie,"
chuckled Maryna.
"This will never be a movie, because only us and a couple of people from
the casino will ever know that it happened."
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Four hours later, they were in Dave's kitchen, about to enjoy a large
glass of red wine. It had gone completely smoothly. A bit of small talk
with some of the more sociable minders had gone normally, including a
gift of a bottle of tabasco sauce for Wayne, one of them who apparently
could not eat a meal that was not drowned in it. The warm food was served
and cleared without problem, the cold food laid out and Dave was able to
switch the cases when Maryna found it to be an appropriate response to
flirt gently with one of the card players. The phrase that he had used
before, a delightful distraction, did not do her justice.
The character of Maryna was instantly switched off when Gillian had
ditched the white blouse and black miniskirt and long bob wig. The latter
was replaced with a longer straight chestnut hairpiece. Having stepped
into a blue knee length dress and pulled it up, Gillian reached back over
the shoulder, holding the hair to one side.
"Dave, can you zip me up?"
Dave moved closer to oblige. Taking in the white lacy camisole, the bra
of the same colour that it mostly covered and the blemish free skin, he
had to remind himself that the figure in front of him was not a woman.
Once the zip was dealt with, Gillian let the hair loose, giving a little
shake of the head to ensure it was not clinging to one side. Reminded by
the latest most feminine of mannerisms, Dave complimented her on the
adeptness with which she stopped had stopped the card player getting too
physical withut causing the instigator to lose his sense of humour. He
asked how much of it had been picked up from Jenny.
"Jenny does not know the full story of Gillian. She thinks it has always
been a hidden thing, and that she rounded out my ability to be Gillian. I
like that she feels pleased to have done that. But for a couple of years
before I met her, Gillian had a job. Well, two actually."
"I never guessed." Dave raised an eyebrow.
"You were still at university - and then it overlapped into your spell of
being Career Focus Bloke. It was fun for a while."
"You gave no clues when we were at school."
"I had a couple of scares when I was home alone and you turned up
unexpectedly, but I did not do make-up then. I remember one day we ended
up hacking away on the Playstation for a couple of hours and I was
wearing knickers and tights under my jeans. I did NOT play well that
time," giggled Gillian.
"Getting back to the point, what did you do for a job?"
"Mostly PA to to woman who ran a PR company."
"Why did you stop?"
"The company was taken over, and she sort of lost interest in the job.
And the board members that took over all had their own PA in place. My
job disappeared. And I was a good PA - I was not upset by the sexual
harassment at all. In fact, I mostly enjoyed it, and she certainly made
me get comfy in a tight skirt and heels."
"Did you shag her?"
"Oh no. She was happily married. She just enjoyed bossing me around. But
the money was great and at the end of it, I got a good pay-off."
"Well," Dave grinned, "to avoid the wrong sort of pay-off here, just make
sure that you eliminate all trace of Maryna. Get rid of the clothes. They
paid you plenty of attention and you want to make sure nobody sees you
out and about and recognises anything you wore."
"I promise I will do that, but they were nothing distinctive. Chain store
mass sale stuff. What about you?"
"I will get my hair cut, maybe dye it. Grow a beard for a while. Wear a
hat and sunglasses outdoors. In the dumped van I left a little clue that
I was headed abroad. A half used book of Lisbon tram tickets. Hopefully
they find it, and believe it. For the next fortnight I will message you
at ten in the morning and five in the evening. No particular topic, but
if you do not receive anything, then it is time to be on alert."
Gillian nodded. Dave continued.
"Going back a bit, you said mostly PA. What else did you do?"
"Just this and that. A lot of that." Gillian held a wry smile, leaving
Dave not doubt as to the meaning. "And don't tell Jenny about this. She
only knows my sweet and demure side."
"Of course. What will you do with the money?"
"Haven't decided yet. I think I might buy a really decent bike. It helps
keep me slim. But some lovely new jewellery appeals too."
Dave nodded, and reminded Gillian not to be to do anything that might
lead to unwanted questions being asked. As well as his legitimate
business, Dave's bank believed that he had a sideline dealing in lower
value artworks, and was occasionally paid in cash. Faking the invoices
and receipts was easy, and all he had to do was not give them a reason to
need to look too hard at the transactions. What he would loved to have
done, for the cheek of it, was to have laundered the cash through the
same casino, but that was the sort of outrageous risk that he knew much
better than to take on.
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On having dropped Gillian at home, Dave set about breaking into the two
briefcases that he had switched. Between them he had seventy-four
thousand pounds and nine thousand Euros. A slightly disappointing haul,
but he had seen the possibility coming when it became clear that he could
only smuggle in two cases to switch. The casino staff may have been
sloppy and complacent but they could count the number of cases that they
had filled with cash.
He decided to give Billy his ten thousand plus a twenty percent bonus.
Their post-operation drink had shown that Billy was still running on the
adrenalin of the event, and not thinking of how much money had been
taken. It was important that Billy did nothing silly with his share and
if he had too much, doing something he ought not to was distinctly
possible.
If Gillian passed that test, Dave's operational scope would be expanded
by having a reliable accomplice. For sounding out possible targets, he
knew no better way to ingratiate yourself with strangers than having a
well dressed, attractive woman with you. Even one determined to pretend
to be Polish, for no obvious reason.
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Elsewhere, Jenny had arrived home shortly after Gillian. She found
Gillian on the sofa, head tilted back and eyes closed.
"You OK, honey?" she asked.
"Yes, fine." Gillian did not open her eyes to reply.
"It doesn't quite sound it." This did not get a response. Jenny walked
behind the sofa and gently lifted up Gillian's head. She began a gentle
massage her around the bottom of the neck.
"You feel a little bit tense. What have you been up to?"
Gillian sighed.
"Helping Dave sort and scan some old documents. There were some old
school photos and I got a bit maudlin over things that I wish I had done
back then. What about your evening?"
"It was oddly similar," Jenny mused, "Louise just wanted to talk about
what we did when we at school. What an odd sort of a day." She craned her
neck to give Gillian a peck on the cheek.
"Yeah," agreed Gillian, "It has been a really abnormal day. Coming to
bed?"
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