Chicago, Seattle, and San Francisco were all places on maps. We flew in, checked into the hotel, unloaded the clothes, I did my stuff over a couple of days, and we flew to the next place. It was windy in Chicago, wet in Seattle and humid in San Francisco. I had very little time to myself, and no time to see the sights. Dave and Mike said goodbye to me in NY. I was sad to be leaving them, but excited about the tour. Dave took me to one side in the bar, and we sat close together.

"Sandi, I don't know how to say this."

"Oh, Dave, that sounds ominous?"

He smiled, a little nervous smile.

"Not really. It is just that I feel something has changed between us. It isn't Simon, as he is a good bloke and I like him. I don't blame him for fancying you, as it would be strange if he didn't."

"Dave. Don't get jealous. I told you how much you mean to me."

"I know, and I think you are the greatest, but we are very different, you and I."

"What do you mean?"

"You have moved into a different world, and I don't feel I belong in it."

"I'll be home in a couple of weeks."

"Yeah, and then I'll be off to uni, and you may or may not go back to school. I still think you are the most beautiful girl I have ever known, but I am not sure that we have enough in common to get it together."

"Dave,..."

"No, hear me out. I would love for us to get and stay together, more than anything, But you say you are not after a serious relationship, and I accept that, I can see that you have a career, and although there is room for a social life, and a steady boyfriend in most careers, I accept that you are not ready for one just yet, I want to be a pilot. That means three years at Uni, and then pilot training, and probably overseas postings, or the wilds of Scotland. I want you to know that I don't have a hold on you, but if we get it together later, then I will be the happiest man alive. If we don't then you know I will be your friend for life."

I flung my arms around his neck and cried. He was a real sod, but in a beautiful way, as he was taking away my need to choose. But in doing so he put himself back at the top of my list. They were not making it easy on a girl.

I told him that he was lovely, and that whatever happened he would always have a special place in my heart. We both ended up in tears and hugging each other for all we were worth. We then set off for the airport, and he waved goodbye. I wondered whether we would end up together or not. I thought about what he had said, and decided that I was not likely to become a pilot's wife.

Simon, however, became my constant companion, and he really started to open up to me. We sat next to each other on the planes, and invariably had adjoining rooms in the hotels. I recognised his mother's controlling hand in all this, and couldn't have cared less. The FBI had different people in each city, and as the tour went on, I became more and more relaxed. We landed at L.A. sometime after ten p.m., and were taken to the most garishly luxurious hotel in Beverley Hills. Dad would have loved it. I met the FBI agent, Richard Curtis, at the airport, and he followed us to the hotel.

My suite was superb, but I ached to swim, so I changed into my swimsuit and went to the Spa Centre, I dropped off at Richard's room to tell him where I was going. There was a lovely pool and Jacuzzi, with steam rooms, saunas, sun beds and everything one could wish for. The place was deserted, and it was very peaceful.

I dived in and swam a few lengths front crawl. It was lovely to be free and the water was so refreshing. After half an hour, I got out and went and sat in the Jacuzzi. The bubbles tickled, and I giggled when a jet shot between my legs and gave me a real thrill.

Two men came in, they were in suits and I immediately got a bad feeling about them. They were obviously looking for someone, so I took a deep breath and sank beneath the surface of the Jacuzzi. After a long time, I could not hold my breath any more, so I slowly surfaced, and looked around. I couldn't see anyone, but heard the sauna door bang. I took another deep breath, and sank again.

I surfaced and took a gasp of breath. I could not see them, but I heard their voices. I was afraid now, and wondered what would be the best thing to do. I couldn't stay here, as I was slowly turning into a prune, so I slowly got out and cautiously made my way to the main doors. They were standing just the other side of the door, and a third man had joined them.

"I don't understand. I saw her go in." one said.

"Okay, are you sure she's not in the pool?"

"Positive, we even checked the john."

"Shit! Frankie was adamant, he wants her real bad."

"What's so important about this English chick?"

"Her father owes the man a whole lot of cash, and the man needs a lever."

"So, she's the lever?"

"Something like that?"

"How about we just wait for her in her room?"

"Nah, there are too many people looking after her, so it needs to be away from people. The pool would have been perfect."

"Well, she went in and hasn't come out. She has to be still in there."

"Okay, I'll watch the door, you check it out, and I mean, check it all out."

I ducked into the janitor's cupboard. There was a set of maid's overalls hanging up and a wheelie tub full of old towels. I put on the overalls, and stuffed my damp hair under a baseball cap. I put on the sandals I had brought with me, and pushed the bin along the corridor. Two of the men were coming out of the steam room.

"Scusi, Senors? You looka for someone, si?" I asked, in the most ludicrous Spanish/Italian accent.

"Hey, you work here?" asked one.

"Si, senor."

"Have you seen a tall English girl in here?"

"Si, she take a telephone call, and go onto the patio," I said, and waved my arms in the direction of the other side of the pool.

They raced off, and I pushed my way through the doors and faced the last man. I just pushed past him and walked slowly away.

"Hey, you, wait!" he shouted, and I turned and saw that the others were back, I just ran, losing my sandals, and sprinted for the stairs.

"Get her!" I heard one of them shout.

I tore up the stairs, and heard the sound of pursuit.

"Shit!" I said, and dashed along the corridor. I had no idea where I was.

I saw a fire alarm button, so I broke the glass with my elbow, and pressed the button. Then I dashed out of the fire escape and ran down to the ground floor. I had seen enough movies to know never to run up.

I dived into some bushes, and lay quite still on the ground.

I could here the alarm bells and gradually people started to appear. I saw the legs of my pursuers, and almost stopped breathing.

"Where the fuck did she go?"

"I was right behind her, she can't be far."

"Fuck it, here come the cops."

The welcome noise of sirens filled the evening air, and a fire truck and two police cruisers appeared.

The legs disappeared and I saw them get into a car, and drive away. I memorised the licence plate.

I then emerged and two local cops almost shot me.

Eventually Agent Curtis found me, and I gave him the car number. Apparently, when the alarm went off, he thought it might have been me, and immediately went to the spa centre. He found my shoes and assumed the worst and called it in as a possible abduction, hence the rapid arrival of the cops. The cops tore off in their cars, having circulated the other car's details, and went hunting for it.

"Are you sure about the conversation?" Richard asked me.

"Absolutely."

"Okay, you did well."

"I'm getting used to it now." I said, "but it is screwing up my personal life."

He smiled.

"Are you okay?"

"Fine, I'd better go for a shower now, I have earth and crap all over me."

He laughed at my somewhat earthy language, and handed me my shoes. He escorted me to my room.

"I'll be right outside if you need me."

"Thanks."

I opened my room and nearly died of fright.

My father put his finger to his lips.

I shook my head, and walked straight past him to the bathroom. I started the shower, and turned on him, punching him as hard as I could. I was so bloody angry! He held my wrists until I just ran out of steam, and broke down into tears. He held me close as I sobbed.

"I'm so sorry, Sandi. I never meant for you to be put in danger."

"Well I fucking well am. Who the hell were they?"

"Frankie's boys."

"I thought we'd done for him?"

"We have, only he doesn't know it yet."

"Oh, brilliant," I said, and took off my damp swimsuit. My father turned away.

I got into the shower, and washed my hair.

"So, what the fuck is happening?"

"Sandi, language!"

"Dad, go fuck yourself. If you fucking cared about me, you wouldn't have dumped on me so every gangster from here to London wants to kidnap or kill me. So poke your parental advice right up where the sun doesn't fucking shine. In case you hadn't gathered, I am well and truly pissed off with you!"

He shook his head and smiled.

"I'm sorry babe."

"Not you too? Fuck Dad, why can't you people call me by my name?"

He looked at me rather shocked and surprised. I couldn't be bothered to explain.

"I have entered an agreement with the FBI, and with any luck I should get onto their witness protection programme."

"Whoop-de-fucking-doo! What about me, are you going to get me nice and safe too?"

"Once I nail Frankie, you will be safe."

"Oh, pardon me if I don't fucking believe you."

"Sandi, honestly, you will be safe."

"Don't you dare use that word. You don't deserve to."

"What word?"

"Honestly. You have never been honest from the moment you first shit yourself."

"That is not fair!"

"Fair? Fair, oh come on, don't give me that crap. What am I supposed to be doing? Enjoying being seventeen and having fun, or being chased around by armed thugs who only want me because of what my dad has done? If you ever thought about anyone else, we wouldn't be having this conversation. Hand me that towel."

He handed me the towel, and I got out. I smiled when I saw him avert his eyes.

"Yes Dad, I am a girl, so get used to it."

"I had noticed," he said, still not looking at me.

"Gosh, the big bad nasty man is afraid to look at his daughter in the nude. What is going to happen next?"

He looked at me then, and I saw the anger beneath the surface, and just as fast it went.

He took my hands, and kissed them.

"You are a brave and wonderful girl, and I don't deserve you."

"No, you don't!" I said, half-heartedly.

"I'm so sorry."

"What are you doing here? It isn't my birthday."

He sat down on the bed.

"I wanted to see you. I didn't know they would try anything with the FBI so close."

I dried my hair, and put on my nightie, he watched me then.

"Well, like what you see?" I asked.

"You are very beautiful!"

"Thanks, but we're still in the shit."

"I want to trap Frankie, and you may be the only answer."

"Oh Dad, no!"

"It isn't my idea. But we needed to know that he was still interested. Now we know."

"Yes we bloody well do. Who is this 'we' anyway?"

"An FBI Deputy Director. Apparently, Frankie may have at least one US Congressman in his pocket."

I sat on my bed. There was a knock on the door.

"Sandi, are you okay?"

It was Simon.

"Are you here?" I asked my Dad. He just shrugged. "Who is it?"

"Someone I trust."

"Will he keep quiet?"

"He loves me, so he'll do what I tell him."

He nodded.

I went and opened the door. Simon came in and looked at my Dad, who paled a little on seeing the size of him.

"Simon, meet my Dad, the gangster. Dad, this is my other boyfriend Simon Haddow, the pro-football player."

I sat on the bed, and munched an apple.

Simon had heard all about my father, and was under no illusions. He glared at Dad, and then turned to me.

"Are you okay, Honey?"

"Yeah, no thanks to him," I said, and my Dad rolled his eyes.

"I heard there was some trouble, were you involved?"

"Do bears shit in the woods?" I said, and he smiled, just a wee one.

"What happened?"

"Well, it seems that the guy who thinks that Daddy dear owes him some money, wants that money back. And he also wants to mount dear Daddy's balls on his fireplace. In order to get at him, the bastard is trying to get me."

Simon turned his glare up one notch.

"Simon, sweetie, don't bother, really. I've seen him kill three men in less than two minutes. So just come and sit by me," I said, and he did.

He put one arm around my shoulders, and Dad raised one eyebrow, and smiled.

Dad then stood up and helped himself to scotch from the mini-bar.

"Okay Dad, what is the plan?"

"Are you going to help?"

"I have a choice?"

He shook his head.

"I suppose not. Not really."

"Then I'll help."

He walked over to the phone and made a very short call. A few moments later there was a knock on the door. Dad went to the door, and opened it. A tall black man in a charcoal grey suit entered.

"This is Deputy Director Robert Garside, of the FBI. He is looking after this case," Dad said.

"Miss Lake. You've had a time of it."

"No shit Sherlock," I said, and Simon laughed. Even the FBI man smiled, and Dad shook his head, but at least he smiled too.

He looked at Simon.

"This is Simon, he is someone very special, and I want him with me,"

I said, and I felt his arm give me a little squeeze.

"Okay, as from tomorrow, Sandi, you will have a covert team following your every move. I want you to tell everyone that you are expecting to meet your father in Miami, and that you are really angry at him."

"That shouldn't be too hard."

I was rewarded by a vague smile.

"Tell them that you got a phone call from him tonight, and that he has arranged to give you some cash or documents in Miami. That's all you have to do."

"Oh yes? And what happens when the bastards come after me?"

"The FBI will get them."

"You mean like they did tonight?"

"Tonight was not planned, we weren't aware of the lengths these people were prepared to go."

"In other words, you didn't believe that I was in that much danger?"

"We under-estimated the threat level, yes."

"They damn nearly got me."

"They didn't, because you are a smart girl, and a very brave one at that," said my Dad. I stuck my tongue out at him, and he grinned.

"Your father is right. You did remarkably well, and used your brain. I don't want to put you in a situation like that again, so we will be very close to you from here on in."

"So, where in Miami are we supposed to meet?"

"Due to your tight schedule, it will be at your hotel."

"How close are you to actually getting Frankie?"

"We have nearly all the evidence we need. There is a shipment of coke coming in from Columbia sometime in the next ten days, and we need to tie him in to that if we can. We need to find it before it gets into the dealers' hands, and then onto the streets. So we are just biding our time."

"Do you know where he is?"

"More or less, yes."

"In other words, you have someone on the inside."

He looked at me, and then at my Dad.

"She is my daughter," he said, and shrugged.

"Can you use a pistol?" Robert asked me.

"No, and I don't want to, thanks," I said, and he nodded.

"I can sir," said Simon.

Robert looked at him.

"Do you spend a lot of time with her?" he asked.

Simon looked at me, and smiled.

"Yes, and I'd spend my nights with her, if she'd let me."

Dad frowned, and shook his head.

"Have you a permit?"

"No sir."

"Then I'll arrange one, and make sure you get given a gun once you get to Miami. Hopefully you won't have to use it, but every little helps."

Dad gave me a kiss on the cheek, and he and Robert left. Simon went to leave too.

"Simon?"

"What?"

"I don't want to be alone tonight."

"Would you like me to stay with you?"

I nodded.

He came over and held me in his large arms. I felt safer now.

"Then I'll stay. There are two beds, I'll go get my things."

He went off, and returned with his bag. I got into bed, and he went into the bathroom, and came out wearing just a pair of shorts. He turned out the main light, and checked the door. Then he went towards the other bed. I slid over in mine and lifted up the covers.

"I need a cuddle," I said, and he smiled and joined me.

I was not that afraid, but as soon as he enveloped me in his arms, and I smelled him up close, I relaxed and snuggled up against him. He turned the light off. He was so good, Dave would never have been able to cuddle me without getting randy, and letting me know he was. But if Simon was aroused he didn't let me know. I lay with my head in the cleft of his shoulder, and I had one arm across his enormous chest. Sleep was not coming easily, but I was content. He was obviously not sleepy either.

"Sandi?" he said, softly.

"Hmm?"

"Are you okay?"

"I am now."

"Oh."

"Thanks," I said.

"What for?"

"Being here for me."

"Believe me, it is a pleasure," he said, chuckling.

I laughed and squeezed him with my arm. He kissed my temple.

"I love you Sandi."

"I know. I love you too."

"Really?"

"We've been here before," I said, and he laughed.

"Yeah, I remember."

"This is the bit where you kiss me," I said, and he moved slightly and kissed me. He tasted of peppermint.

He held me gently, and we lay kissing, letting our tongues explore. I felt the now familiar feelings of arousal, and he gently rolled one of my nipples between finger and thumb. I then felt his hardness, and smiled. I broke off, and he seemed embarrassed.

"What's up?" he asked.

"You are," I said, and he smiled.

"Sorry!"

"What for, if you weren't I'd worry that something was the matter with me."

"Do you want me to sleep in the other bed?" he asked.

"Simon, I want you to make love to me."

"What?" he said, very surprised.

"I have been pissed about with by everyone under the sun, and I want something nice to happen, so, I want you to do to me what you and I both want to do," I said, as I reached out and held his very hard and rather large manhood.

"But, this is the first time for me, and you are quite big, so be gentle," I added.

"What about, you know, protection?"

"I'm on the pill, and unless you have been with loads of prostitutes and have several nasty diseases, a condom is optional."

"I've not been with anyone before," he admitted.

"Then let's make it a double first," I said, and pulled him towards me.

He started to kiss me, and worked his way down until he did things with his tongue that sent me wild. I had had two or three orgasms even before he parted my legs, and positioned himself above me.

I looked up at him.

"Are you sure?" he asked, hesitating.

I reached down and guided him into my very wet little crevice, he slid home easily, and I shuddered as he impaled me up to the hilt. I wrapped my legs around him, and he started to fuck me. I clung to him so hard that I probably drew blood with my nails on his back. I had never imagined pleasure like this, and I was lost in a completely different world. He went faster and faster, and I was gasping and crying with pleasure. I encouraged him and told him I loved him, and came again and again. Finally, with a grunt and a final thrust, he went deep inside me and came at the same time as I did. I was very wet indeed, and we were both very sweaty and it was wonderful.

I kept a tight hold of him, flexing my vaginal muscles, and felt him subside and slip out of me. We went and showered together, and soaped each other clean. We both went to bed again, naked, and went to sleep, tightly embraced in each other's arms.

I awoke when he moved. He slid out of bed and went to the bathroom. I glanced at the clock, it was seven a.m.. I felt wonderful. I smiled, I was no longer a virgin, and my first time had been brilliant. I got up and followed him to the bathroom, and made him jump, and I reached round him with my arms, and held his willy in mid pee. I directed the stream, and felt him get hard under my touch. He finished what he had come for, and in good time, as he was now fully erect. I sat on the loo, and he stood over me. I took him in my mouth, and licked the enormous pink head.

I finished what I had come to do as well, and wiped. I led him back to bed, and pushed him back onto the bed, and sat astride him. I felt him impale me again, and I rode him hard and fast. It was as good as before, if not better, as I was not pinned to the bed by his huge bulk. We screwed for what felt like an age, and he finally arched his back, reaching so deep inside I thought he would split me apart. I had the most amazing orgasm as he injected me with his seed. We lay together, breathing heavily and enjoying the feel of each other close up. I felt very carnal, and knew that things were never going to be the same between us.

"Fancy a swim?" I asked.

"Sure!"

I had a wash in the bidet and put on my swimsuit. He put on his swimming shorts, and we went down to the pool. There were a handful of people already in the pool, but we had a good swim. He was a good swimmer, but his general size was not really the best for streamlined swimming. I was much faster than he was, and we had several races. We went into the steam room, the sauna, and ended up in the Jacuzzi. We had the Jacuzzi to ourselves, and I reached out and found he was big again.

"What are you like?" I asked, and he just smiled. I slipped out of my swimsuit and lay on his lap, and he entered me from behind. With the jets and streams of bubbles, it was just fantastic, and I had to bite my lip to stop from screaming out each time I climaxed.

We showered and went back to the room. There was an FBI man just outside the door of the Spa centre, and he gave us a small knowing smile. We went down to the dining room and sat together, and ordered breakfast. We both ordered the mega-big breakfast, as we had to stoke up the old energy levels. We were just finishing when Natasha and Wayne entered. She had this knack of entering any room like a galleon under full sail, so that everyone stopped and watched her. She was a very attractive woman, who, although past her prime, still captured the attention of most mature males.

Simon, however, was holding my hand, and gazing at me like an eighteenth century poet. Natasha breezed over and sat at the same table.

"Good morning, darling girl. I hear there was a bit of a commotion in the hotel last night. Hope it wasn't anything to worry about?"

"No, I don't think it was," I said.

She looked at her son.

"Good morning Simon. I notice your room wasn't used last night," she said, with a huge smile.

"So, Simon where did you sleep?" I asked in mock anger, and she looked worried for a moment, but then she saw her son's _expression, and realised instantly the situation.

"How sweet. Right, where is that waitress?" she said.

The day progressed, and the fashion show was a great success. There were a lot of press, and the police had obviously released a little information about the previous evening's fun and games. I was a little nervous, but when the reporters asked me questions I was able to spin them the line about my father. I knew now that the plan was on its way.

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