But she struggled to keep focussed. These people were dealing with drugs, so kids were dying directly or indirectly on the streets of every city in the world, because of people like this getting rich.
“That has made you go quiet,” Maria said.
“I am surprised and excited. I never thought it would happen so quickly.”
“Luis is going to Europe next week. Has he asked you to go yet?”
“No. Is he likely to?”
Maria laughed.
“Do bears shit in the woods?” Maria asked, but nodded as Carlos reappeared.
“The gorilla is back,” she said.
The women finished their trip and returned to the airport. Michelle was pleased to have passed on the details of the power room and strength of personnel on the island. They had to wait for an hour, as their plane was being inspected by Customs officers.
“They always do this. They know it is Luis’s plane so the bastards always check it whenever we come to America,” Maria explained.
With Carlos tied up at the aircraft, Michelle went for a short walk amongst the boutiques, on entering a small arts and crafts store, a familiar voice said to her.
“Do you think my girlfriend would go for something like this?”
She started and turned and locked eyes with Ryan.
“What?” she said, completely confused by her own reactions. Her heart had quickened and she felt excited.
He was holding up a delightful soft toy - a small, floppy-eared dog, with a real forlorn expression in its sad little eyes.
She smiled.
“I don’t know your girlfriend, but I like it,” she said.
Ryan turned and paid for the dog.
She moved off, trying to control herself and to understand why she felt like this. She browsed amongst the tourist souvenirs, her eyes blind, while her brain went flipty-flop.
“How are you?” he asked, now opposite her pretending to look at postcards. She stared at him briefly, unable to hide her smile.
“Fine. What are you doing here?”
“I had to make sure you are okay. Do you need to get out?”
She shook her head and turned the carousel display unit, so he couldn’t see her expression.
“No, but I will be going to Europe next week. I will try to leave him there, and return to the island alone. I will do it then.”
He moved around and looked into her eyes.
“You look wonderful,” he said and she felt her cheeks burn.
“Take care,” he said and was gone.
She looked down and saw the little dog sticking out of her shoulder bag. A label was on its collar.
“To a special girl.”
Michelle walked swiftly to the ladies’ restrooms, hoping no one saw her crying.
* * *
Sean was delighted that he was able to update the information on the island defences. No wonder they’d had so much difficulty in the past. Even with satellite images, no one had ever thought that the hill was anything other than a natural geological formation.
Ryan told him of the plan to go to Europe and that Michelle was hoping to return early and to cut the power then. That way the DEA could have possession of the island when Luis returned. But to be honest, they’d just be happy to take things one-step at a time. If Luis got frightened off, then he would disappear and Michelle would be dead. No, the timing was crucial, too early, they’d lose Luis, and too late, they’d have to engage in a major fire-fight, with no guarantees they’d win.
Sean and his team went back to their waiting game.
Michelle found Luis an attentive and considerate lover. To be honest she had never been allowed to feel so pampered in her short life, but even so, he still delighted in what little maleness remained, which she resented.
As their relationship progressed, she came to realise that sex was for him simply an instrument to relieve stress. He cared not for foreplay and if he wanted sex, he wanted it immediately.
So she found his routine was quite easy to acquire. He rose at seven, so sex was expected before he hit the shower. Then he had his business meetings and video-conferences until eleven. Then she would go to the yacht and wait for him to arrive for sex in the cabin.
Sometimes lunch was combined with sex and they would spend two hours by the pool indulging in whatever game he fancied. It usually involved her eating food off his body, culminating up with either full sex or at least oral sex.
He would play tennis or shoot skeet in the afternoon and they would always have sex before going to sleep. His passion for sex was matched by her ability to please him. Michelle had to admit to actually enjoying herself and took quite a lot of pleasure from him. But she tried not to lose sight of her whole reason for being there. It became more difficult with every day that passed and as she was actually becoming a little fond of him.
That evening, after arriving back from Miami, she gave him a fashion show of the clothes she had bought. They were down by the pool and she wore no underwear.
He was in a pair of shorts and an open shirt and his erection was plain to see. The servants had all been dismissed and she danced for him, as erotically and as provocatively as she could.
Eventually he could stand it no longer and took a tight grip of her arm and drew her close to him.
As she allowed him to penetrate her, she gasped with pleasure, but he came almost immediately, immediately claiming he felt guilty for not giving her pleasure.
“But, my sweet. Tomorrow, we fly to Paris. I have some meetings there and I can now fuck you in the romantic capital of Europe.”
She smiled, massaging him gently, easing the knots from his muscles.
Within a few minutes he was ready again and, taking him into the pool she allowed him to fuck her in the water. This time he lasted for several minutes, the buoyancy of the water and slightly different position gave her an added thrill.
She then went and packed and as she slipped into bed next to him, he rolled on top of her and took her from behind. He was truly a very highly sexed individual and Michelle hoped she wouldn’t get a worn back passage.
Feeling slightly sore after the morning’s bedroom gymnastics, she had a long shower and massaged her anal muscles with some oils and creams. In all her days since living as a girl, sex had been few and far between. But now it was often five or six times a day and she wasn’t sure how long she could keep it up.
They flew south to Jamaica, catching the flight for London Heathrow on the BWI flight. They were travelling under Guatemalan Passports, as Senor Mendoza & Senorita Heber.
Paris was beautiful. Michelle had never been to Paris, and certainly, this was the first time she had returned to Europe for some years. Never before had she travelled first class and in such style.
The transfer at Heathrow had been swift, from BWI at Terminal Three to Terminal Two for the Air France to Paris. Luis refused to fly in a US registered plane, as he believed that the DEA would arrange for it to divert to a US base, and once there they’d take him out.
Michelle had no way of knowing that in her shoes were locator beacons, so the DEA were able to track her wherever she went. At the moment they were landing in Paris, Sean was on the phone to the US Embassy and arrangements were made for casual observations to be maintained.
They caught a cab to a luxurious apartment on the top floor of a well known hotel overlooking the Seine.
“I do not trust hotels as a rule, but if it was a private apartment, then the Americans can get in really close and I always feel very vulnerable,” Luis explained.
The whole hotel belonged to Luis and he had placed trusted men in the other rooms directly beneath and adjacent so any approach would be monitored. Maria was part of the entourage and she and Michelle lost no time in finding the most expensive shops.