Double Deception Doubled
written by:
Little tommy D.

<Double Deception Doubled>

It was a lazy spring Saturday morning. I was sipping my third cup of coffee and finishing the fourth section of the Wall Street Journal when the doorbell bonged twice. I knew who it was, Patty from the office with her dog Freddie. I promised I'd keep the friendly little pooch while she and her sister took in a concert later tonight. I opened the door, she smiled, said, "Morning, Jeff. Thanks again for agreeing to babysit Freddie." At the sound of his name, Freddie began to beat her arm like a jackhammer with his white blurring tail. He was anxious to get out of her arms and explore the new territory.

I reached over and took him from her as I answered, "Pat, two bachelors on a Saturday can have one great time together. Tell me, which brand of beer does he prefer?" She ruffled his head and tweaked his ear and replied, "He's not particular so long as it's free. But he is a little temperamental about his dinner, so I brought a supply of his favorite." She handed me a paper bag and then told me, "About a cup full around seven. Another cup tomorrow morning for breakfast. No water in the food, only on the side." I nodded, she kissed my cheek, tweaked Freddie again, sat his carrying case down and headed for the elevator.

I closed the door, put Freddie on the floor and he took off like a speeding bullet to explore the surrounding. I went back to the coffee and paper while he wandered the apartment. He spent at least forty-five minutes sniffing, scratching, and jumping on the beds and the two couches in the living room. I eyed him digging in next to the arm on the brown denim covered couch and he lay down, paws on the edge of the cushion while he scrutinized me in the recliner. I didn't look at him and then five minutes later, I peeked around the page and saw that he had closed his eyes and put his head on his paws. When the paper and coffee were gone, I slipped my shoes on, stood and got the leash in my hand. He perked up, jumped and was flailing his paws as he jumped at the leash. I bent, hooked it to his collar and said to him, "Freddie, let's go to the Doggie Park and see if you can pick up any girls this fine day."

I walked him on the leash down the hall to the elevator and pushed the button. When the car opened, I picked him up, hit 1, and rode down with him kissing the bottom of my chin for all nine floors. The walk to the park took ten minutes because he had to sniff everything twice the entire way. Remember, it was all new to him, so he had to identify what it was and what it meant to him. I checked the number of dogs in the Doggy section to make certain there were no aggressive big dogs that could harm little Freddie. I wasn't certain but I think he's a Bichon. No harmful biggies were anywhere to be seen so I opened the gate, unhooked the leash and watched him once again, speed away like a shot from a cannon.

I moseyed to a bench, took a seat and watched him romping with a couple of other dogs about his size. I guess they passed the butt test after he took his time sniffing each butt for an inordinate amount of time. My back was to the gate and in about fifteen minutes or so, another dog just like Freddie went running by, sniffed the other three dogs and then joined with the three of them in their romp. I felt another person sit on the bench and I looked to see who it might be. I was extremely pleased at what I saw. Eye candy, expensive and beautiful eye candy, decorated in short shorts, canvas low cuts, and a thin white tank top that could barely contain the round suckers that came with that candy. She was focused on the new dog and was smiling through the whitest, straightest set of teeth I had ever had the privilege to view. She still hadn't looked my way, so I turned back to Freddie.

In a flash, Freddie was behind her dog, sniffed her ass good and then had his legs on her back, his pink slick dick pumping and humping like the pistons in an engine. I looked back to her, she was laughing and I said, "Miss, I'm sorry, but he's not my dog and I had no idea he would go after her like he did." She finally looked toward me and said, "Hey, don't worry. It's a great idea to fuck around a little on a nice, spring Saturday afternoon. I wouldn't mind doing it myself if I didn't have an appointment in an hour."

I'm not a prude, but for a complete stranger to make a statement like that threw me for a loop. I looked at her and quietly asked, "Did you really mean what you just said. You know, about wanting to fuck around?"

"Absolutely. It depends on who I'm doing the fucking with in the afternoon. Why, are you interested?"

"I'm always interested, I'm a man. But we don't even know each other and I don't think I ever seen you before today. If I had I would remember a startling beauty like you." She leaned forward, stuck her hand toward me and said, "Let's take care of the stranger bit now. I'm Joanna Phillips and the dog making me jealous with her fun is Suzy Q."

I held her hand and gently shook as I replied, "Jeff Thurman and the dog providing the engine for Suzy Q's fun is Freddie, the companion of a co-worker of mine."

"Well, Jeff, what would you say to us hooking up later this evening? We could discuss the possibility of how we would approach the subject of you humping me with your slick dick in the same manner that Freddie is doing Suzy? You could even sniff my ass the same way he did. Wouldn't that be fun?"

"Come on, Joanna. Are you pulling my leg? Don't tell me you're seriously thinking about what you just said."

"Jeff, your socks must be too tight if your leg is being pulled. You're a handsome, viral specimen and I'm a healthy, unmarried woman and I always heard that a dick and a pussy is a match. I have the pussy; you have the dick, so we match. I'm as serious as a heart attack. I'm horny, I'm available, and I'm itching for your dick if you're willing to give us a try. So, are we on or not?"

"I'd be a damned fool not to say yes. I meant it when I said you're beautiful, Joanna. You know it; it can't have escaped you because I can't be the first to have told you. Why me?"

"You're a dog lover, I'm a dog lover. People also need lovers so why not you? You're not married or gay are you? I wouldn't think so and we could probably hit it off very well. I didn't scare you off with my brash statements. Did I embarrass you? No, probably not. I've been told that I'm a forward thinking, vulgar damn bitch. But if I have to be like that to succeed in business, so be it. So far my company has been very successful. My appointment today is with a company with ten branches and over a thousand employees. They want me to take over their information systems because they're afraid of hackers stealing their secrets. I am brash enough to guarantee them that I can solve their problems for today and the future. If I say fuck in front of them and they resent it, there's other fish in the business pool. So, do we discuss a friendly fuck tonight?"

I took my card from my wallet and handed it to her saying, "When you done with the appointment, give me a call. We'll talk about fucking over drinks if you don't mind drinking with Freddie. He prefers beer. What do you prefer?"

"Well, I prefer about eight inches but I'll take what you have to offer. Oh, excuse me, Jeff, you meant prefer to drink, right?" She laughed delightfully and engagingly as she slapped my knee, grabbing it with her hand and squeezing it. "So you live in the Rank building. I'm in the Archer about three blocks south of you. That's good. We won't have to drive or cab it which means we'll have more time to roll around in the hay when we make our agreement."

"If you say so, Joanna. If you say so!"

"I hear an echo here in the Dog Park. So, you sell plumbing supplies, huh? How's your business? Lots of shit flowing though your pipes?"

"Well, I hope so because I sell enough of it to keep the shit flowing each day."

She stood, whistled for Suzy Q. She took the leash in her hand and moved in front of me giving me a close up view of her ideal and perfect ass wrapped in tight short shorts that displayed her crack through the folds into it. If two others hadn't been standing at the gate, I would have moved up and sniffed it to see how she would have reacted. I knew this--if she was serious, I would do a lot more than just sniff it, I would eat and rim the hell out of it. When Suzy was leashed, Joanna turned around, bent, gave me a heart-stopping glance at those rose tipped suckers, and then kissed me on the lips as she whispered, "Later, Jeff. Keep it safe for me." She turned and skipped away following Suzy Q out the gate. I stood and turned to watch her skip away with her assets pretending to be Jello. God she was awesomely desirable and gorgeous as she tagged behind Suzy Q. She knew I was watching as she waved over her shoulder without ever turning around to look.

I collapsed to the bench with my head spinning. What the Hell just happened here? Am I dreaming or is she for real? Never in my life had I been broadsided like that and I didn't resent a minute of it. If fact, in some uncouth and earthy way I find that I welcomed her openness about what she wants. Wouldn't it be a hoot if every woman had that same attitude? We'd be getting laid ten times as much as we do now and the fucked-up World would be a far better place for it.

Truthfully, I am not a plumbing salesman, but I do deal with the flow of a lot of shit and worse. I am a field Special Agent in the Defense Intelligence Agency (DIA). I speak four foreign languages---Russian, German, Italian, and Farsi. I am currently overseeing the domestic military operations in eleven states. No one knows of what I do or who I am employed by to do it. I have the highest security clearance and have ten years of service with DIA. Plumbing is my cover and is my disguise. I would tell you my current activity but it is forbidden for you to know or me to tell because if I did, we'd both disappear and never be seen again. Don't risk it by asking. Joanna will never know anything other than I move shit through pipes. Real pipes and my own personal pipes if you must know.

Freddie and I stood on my balcony as I searched for the best place for his carrying cage and bedroom. I settled on the railing on the right, so with his interference, I manage to abut it to the rear brick and the steel rail. This was the spot with the least wind and street noise. We went back in, looked at the time and I declared it was time for my lunch. We went back to the balcony to soak up the warm day while I had my sandwich and shared a beer with Freddie. Patty was correct---he lapped up the Zeigen Bock like a pro. Before long, he went inside his cage, turned around about eight times and settled in to let the beer lull him to sleep. He's exactly like most males--- fuck the most appealing pussy,---have a beer, and then sleep it off to regain energy for the next pussy.

We stayed around the house waiting for Joanna's call. At seven-thirty I gave up. I figured she was nothing more than a tease having her fun when presented the opportunity to fuck with the mind and ego of a stranger in the Doggy Park. I concluded I was right when I wondered if she was real. Freddie had eaten at seven, filled his belly full and was now sleeping in the entrance of the balcony door. I eased out of the living room, went to the bathroom, showered, put my loungers on, grabbed a book and went to my recliner to read. I was about five chapters deep when the phone rang. I looked at the clock--9:30. When I answered, it was Joanna full of apologies. She relayed her events of the afternoon presentation and then told me that the company had arranged, previously unannounced, a catered dinner there in the Boardroom. It had set an open bar with bartender by the windows, had the chef prepare canapés, and then served a delicious surf and turf entree from "the Ocean Spring,' one of the premier eating establishments in town. She begged for a rain-check for tomorrow evening. What could I say but yes as I looked down at my dick peeking through the fly of my lounge pants as it responded to her voice, helped along by my thoughts. She giggled and then shot out at me, "Jeff, I'm going to ask you a riddle I heard today. Give me your answer tomorrow, okay?"

"Sure. What's the question?"

"Why do men get all their great ideas in bed? If you know the answer tomorrow, you'll get an extra reward."

"Okay, I'll think about it and look forward to my extra." She hung up with another giggle. I silently pumped my arm in the air when I laid the phone on the side table. Freddie stared at me as if I had lost what few marbles I have left.

I perked the coffee, gave Freddie his scoop and a bowl of fresh water before I micro waved two poached eggs and three slices of bacon. I left Freddie to his bowls, went to the dining table and read the Sunday comics while I ate. I rinsed and dishwashered the plate and fork, refilled my coffee and went to the recliner where I had left the balance of the Sunday paper. I was in the Travel and Recreation section when the doorbell bonged again. Freddie beat me to the door by a mile, barking and turning as he waited on me to open it. I held his collar and opened the door to a smiling and bubbly Patty who handed me a box of Krispy Kremes as a trade for Freddie. I invited her in and went to get his cage and leash. We chatted for a few seconds; she said she had to go as her sister was idling in the portico. I closed the door as I ruffled Freddie's head. I wasn't comfortable telling Patty that he had a piece of ass yesterday afternoon, because I don't think Patty is giving her ass to anyone at the moment and it might have upset her.

I prepped the apartment all day in order to make a good impression on Joanna. I called and had the deli suggest a proper tray that would appeal to a first date. They assured me it would be a hit and when it was delivered I would find that their assurance was right. Yep, I was more than satisfied with it. In fact, I had to hide it in the fridge quickly it was so tempting.

I had the bar fully stocked and ready to do a shaker full of her favorite, whatever it might turn out to be. Time would tell.

She was two minutes early. She was naughtily perfect in her dress. She wore the 'little black dress' that every woman has in her wardrobe. Hers was a mini, just above her knees. Her legs were au natural; no panty hose to bother with later. Her lips had a pale glow of soft red, her coal black hair glistened in the light. No heels, she had on black, dainty slippers with a tiny bow where laces would normally be located. She kissed my cheek as she swished through the door. She sat her tiny purse on the nearest table and said, "Jeff, this is tremendous. You've done a fantastic job with your furnishings and decor. I expected it to be like my brother's apartment--a pig sty! I'm impressed beyond belief. But, there's no evidence of a woman in your life. Don't plumbers attract women the way that attract shit?" She giggled lightly and put her hand around mine, saying, "Show me the rest so that I can make a total judgment."

She oohed and aahed as we went from room to room and then to the balcony where the evening city lights were now sparkling. She was impressed with the view and gurgled at the light display that was visible. She moaned as she told me that she had no balcony and her best view was the display windows of the department store on the corner. On the way back in, we stopped at the bar and I asked what she'd prefer to drink. She put her finger to her lip and then said, "Mimosa! I'd like a mimosa." I held my finger up and said, "In one minute, but first." I opened the fridge and took the deli tray, removed the cover and set on the table for her to sample while I did her mimosa.

We were into the second drink when I asked about dinner. She coyly smiled and said, "The deli tray and you are enough for me. Unless you're starved and need fuel for the rest of the night, then I'm okay."

Even if I'd been starved I wouldn't suggest going out and wasting time eating. I was looking at what I wanted to eat for dinner and dessert. I noticed her glass was empty so I refilled it as she grinned and softly said, "Jeff, If I didn't know better I'd think you were trying to get me drunk to get in the pants that I don't have on." She took a sip, winked, put the glass on a coaster and said, "Excuse me for a minute, please." She turned and went to the bedroom bath. It was getting cool. I closed the balcony door, sat on the corner cushion of the couch and waited for her to return. My back was to the bedroom, so I didn't hear her easing across the carpet. I almost dropped my drink in my lap when she popped in front of me--naked--barefooted--and wearing only a smile. She took two steps forward as I gulped staring at her pink nipples, her large attractive, darker pink areolas in prefect circular form and realized her tits were bigger that I originally believed. I let my eyes go slowly lower, her navel was an 'innie,' her pussy was the same shiny coal black as her hair. It was well-trimmed and fluffy which meant that she really didn't have panties on as she had indicated. I was speechless as I sat there stunned once more by her bold actions.

My heart was racing toward a thousand beats per minute, my balls were on fire with nerve tingles and my dick was folded in half by the fly on my pants. I opened my mouth to say something, anything, but she reached and closed it as she wagged her finger at me. She closed the small gap between us by shuffling her feet forward and then swiftly turned around and bent over. I almost passed out as I stared into her asshole and the lower portion of her damp pussy. I could barely see her lips through the black short hair surrounding her vulva..While I tried to regain by breath and composure, she touched her hands to the floor as she whispered, "Now's the time, Jeff. Do your imitation of Freddie and tell me what you sniff."

I slid forward, repositioned my surging dick and touched her asshole with the end of my nose. I audibly sniffed a few times and then responded, "Obsession! I sniff Obsession, Joanna!"

She remained with her hands on the floor as she gasped, "My God, Jeff, your nose is almost as good as Freddie's. It is Obsession! The only thing you lack is the cold wetness his has." When she said that, I reached and put my hands on her hips, steadied myself and ran my fingers over every inch of her gorgeous cheeks as I kept sniffing. They were unflawed and perfect in every way possible for an ass to be called perfect. I wet my tongue on the ice in my drink, moved my nose slightly and touched her perfect pinkish asshole with the tip of my cold wet tongue. She jerked under my touch, sucked in and moaned, "Oh that touch of wetness was a much better wetness because it was warmer and sensuous as it shot through me." I touched her again and finished by swiping my tongue through the entire lower half of her crack and ended with it centered on her perineum. I took the short hairs in my teeth and gently pulled it while I let my tongue barely touch her puffy outer lips. That did it. She backed into me hard and I had my face buried totally inside her lower ass. She reached behind her and grabbed my head in her hands and held me tightly against her asshole while she wriggled her ass vigorously on my tongue. If she kept it up, the thoughts of what I was doing would make me cum in my pants.

I pushed her forward, took a deep breath, stood abruptly and lifted her to my arms as I planted my lips on hers and sucked them to taste her lipstick. She ran her tongue through my lips and I returned the favor. I spun around the chair, went directly to the bed and held her until she broke the kiss. I lay her in the bed, rapidly discarded my clothes and fell much better when my dick sprang free from its tight bindings. She looked at it and moaned, "I was kidding about the eight inches, but it looks to me that you've delivered it." I felt her right tit, tweaked the nipple and responded with, "Sorry to disappoint you, but not quite eight. More near to seven."

She gave me a superb smile as she lauded me with, "I keep being impressed, Jeff. I see that you're also an honest man, not an egotist. Seven is well enough to do what is necessary to make me happy." She slid toward the edge of the bed, took hold of my standing dick and held on while she stood in front of me. "Keep it up and hard. I'll be right back." She disappeared inside the bathroom. I heard the toilet flush and she came floating back toward me. She stopped facing the bed. I was behind her. She slightly bent at her waist, emphasized her ass by tiptoeing so that it was prominent. I laughed, grabbed her from behind and squeezed both tits while resting my stiff dick in the crack of her ass. She suddenly grabbed my dick, wrapped her hand around it and whispered, "Why don't you start by taking my pussy from behind, Jeff." She released my dick and I moved it to the entrance of her vagina. I used two fingers to feel inside her and knew she was wet and ready. I pushed my dick slowly inside her warm soft pussy and felt the cushioning safety of the interior walls. She grunted, rose slightly and stumbled forward to rest her arms on the bed for balance. I lost control of myself and was pounding away without mercy.

Joanna reached under herself, grabbed my balls and was massaging them gently as I rammed my dick relentlessly in and out of her wet, warm puss. I let go of her right hip, reached her pussy and was using the same two fingers to rub her clit in time with my inward push. She gasped, turned her head and whispered, "Slow down a little, it feels so good that I'm nearing the on the verge of Cumming. Oh, oh, here it comes, Jeff, "and she moaned long and hard while I kept rubbing her clit to make it last. She was grinding back against me, breathing hard, when she jerked on my balls from the spasm that electrified her body. I felt my dick vibrating; my balls shrink and tingle, and realized I was beginning the start of Cumming also. I pushed in deeper, stopped my fucking movements and allowed my spurting cum to fill the depth of her pussy. Since we were standing, my cum was oozing out of her as it seeped along the shaft of my dick and was dripping in the carpet on the floor between her legs. Joanna's orgasm had ebbed somewhat. It seemed to embolden her as she rapidly moved forward to cause my dick to slip out of her dripping pussy. She turned and sat on the bed, She grabbed my dick, moved her head forward and enveloped it in her mouth where it rested as she sucked the cum and her own juices from my still minutely spurting dick. I was breathing rapidly trying to still my heart and regain my senses.

She continued sucking until she had me hard again. When she was satisfied that it was hard enough to be usable, she pulled me by my dick toward where she sat on the bed. She rolled backwards to the center and positioned me in the missionary position with my dick back inside her. She nipped my ear and said, "Jeff, really fuck me now. You do it so good and I look forward to a straight, face to face fucking this time. I want you to think of only me while you fuck my pussy. I can tell you this and say it truthfully. You have already given me the best fucking I've had in many months." Little did she know that that she was probably the most exciting fuck I've ever had? I am going to do my damndest to give her the very best dicking she'll have for years to come.

If you can imagine how we fucked for the next ten minutes you could write a book about it. We both managed to achieve another fantastic Cumming that we regretted being over when we managed to cum simultaneously. We were able to prolonge it until we collapsed from exhaustion. After we regained our breath and composure, I decided to play along with her when I leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Joanna, you're the best whore I've ever had; I just wanted you to know." She grinned, made a fist and socked my balls before swiftly rolling over laughing and spitting, , "And, Jeff, you are the only john I've ever had who was suave and debonair when he called me his whore." We lay there laughing until our sides hurt. I looked at the clock and saw it was approaching ten. I rose up, kissed her tit and said, "Now I'm hungry. Let's go eat something."

She stopped me and said, Okay, Jeff. I gave you a riddle. Did you find the answer to why men get their great ideas in bed?"

I shook my head while I answered, "I thought about and thought about it but couldn't come up with a good reasonable answer. So why?"

"It's simple---It's because they're plugged into a genius!"

I groaned, slapped my forehead and gulped, "Of course they are. I just was plugged into one, so I should have connected the dots." She had a good laugh as I took her hand in mine and held it as we walked naked to the kitchen. While I searched the fridge and pantry, she took a paper towel, wet it and cleaned her pussy before sitting on the chair. She saw me looking and shot, "If I sit dripping your sticky cum, I'll stick to the chair and then when I get up, it'll pull my hair out. That hurts my tender twat." She giggled. I looked and said, "I didn't say anything."

"Yeah, I know but I saw what you were thinking when you saw me wiping." She sat and pulled her chair under the table letting her awesome suckers rest on the flat surface, her nipples still as hard as pink bricks. While we were eating, she said, "Jeff, I want to know what you really do for a living. No one as good looking, educated, and as well-dressed as you can be a plumbing supply salesman. You need blue jeans that show the crack of your hairy ass, a dirty shirt, and rubber boots to sell plumbing. Come clean, what do you really do?"

I opened the storage door, took my display case out and put it on the table. I unsnapped it and presented her with the catalogs, the specimen pipe, end caps, elbows and order book with carbons of sales shown. "Joanna, I inherited my route from my father. He had been in the business for over forty-five years when he called it quits. I took over and have been well satisfied with what I do. And, speaking of what I do, I have to go to Key West on Tuesday for three days. Why don't you come with me?"

"Are you kidding? I'd kill to get a trip to Key West! I own my own business and yesterday we picked up that new client that will keep my staff busy. What time do we leave?"

We're on the morning flight at ten. I don't think I'[l have a problem getting another ticket for you. We'll be in the Sheraton. It's a Caribbean-style All-Suite Resort on Smathers Beach; We'll be about 2 miles from downtown. But we'll have a rental car so that's no problem."

"Who needs downtown if we have a beach? That's where I'll stay while you push your shit moving pipes."

We were in a room that overlooked the beach. She was enthralled by the ride down because she had never been to the Keys before. We made several stops to let her gawk at the boats, the bays, and when we crossed the Keys bridge she was ecstatic to the point of having another orgasm she was so excited. We ate a late lunch in the hotel and when we returned to the room, she changed to her bikini, left me to make my calls and she settled herself in at the water's edge. While she sunned on the beach, I called on the Commander of the Naval Air Station. I spent an hour on studying the procedures in place for the security of the station, the equipment and the troop members present. I made an appointment for the next day to tour the base and get a feel for the implementation of the mission as defined in the Defense Department directives that I had on a flash drive for my tablet.

I returned to the resort, found her napping in the king-sized bed, mixed us a couple of drinks and shook her awake. I handed her a drink and told her where I had planned for dinner. I had chosen Paseo, the number one rated that specialized in Cuban food. I took a shower, changed into more casual khaki shorts with a blue background flowered shirt. When I came back to the room, she was dressed in similar fashion. With my sockless sneaks for comfortable walking, and with her sandals, we could pass as natives.

After dinner where we had jawed a while with the people at tables around us and then following several passes around the tee shirt shops, the open bars, and the street people, we moseyed south to the end of the downtown area. She was impressed when we reached the marker that declared that we were at the southernmost spot on the continent. She tiptoed and kissed me, thanking me for bringing her along. It was near one A. M. as we stood listening to the water slapping against the walls. She stood beside me; I felt her hand reaching for my fly. I glanced around and saw no one else nearby. She pulled my dick through the opening, looked up and grinned as she said, "Have you ever had your dick sucked at the southernmost spot on the continent, Jeff. If you haven't this will be your reward even though you didn't know the riddle answer, I'll give you credit for having been plugged in enough to offer me this trip."

She dropped to her knees, took my dick in her mouth and easily, gently began her blow job on my quivering dick...It felt so good leaning against the post in the warm evening air as she worked her magic. I closed my eyes and was in heaven. Her mouth moved back, she held my dick softly in her hand as she stood, turned around and kicked off her shorts. She unsnapped the top of my shorts, pulled them down, turned around and backed up to me, She bent over and guided my dick to her pussy. She pushed back and let it flow inside her. She stopped when it hit bottom, quietly said, "You just lean against the post. I'll do the working part." She did it well. When I felt I was ready to cum, I pushed her forward, removed my dick and was going to cum on the ground instead of making a creampie mess of her pussy. Instead, she went to her knees again, put the head in her mouth and pumped the shaft a few times until I began spurting against her tongue. She caught the entire load and held it in her mouth until I had been bled dry. She stood and faced me, showed me the white cream in her mouth and then swallowed as she kissed me tenderly.

We did a repeat of that scene the night before we flew out of Miami. I dropped her at her apartment and drove away when the bellman took her bag. I told her I'd call the following morning and set a time to meet later in the day. She nodded and waved as I drove away.

I called at about eleven and was told that she had left the night before and would not be returning. That was a shock that left me reeling. No warning, no explanation, no idea where she had gone. I was despondent. I took a beer and went to the balcony to ease my pain. Before I had finished the beer, the phone rang. I was sure it was her with an explanation; however it was Patty informing me that my superior had requested me to be in his office at five this afternoon. That was an unusual order from him. and Patty had no explanation of why. That order also left me in a state of agitation.

Sitting across from him, I waited for him to tell me what the meeting was about. He cleared his throat and said, "Jeff, this is your evaluation meeting. The schedules were changed this year because of a number of factors that really aren't important to you, so I won't go into them and waste time. I want you to know that the report from Ivanka was nothing but positive, so you have nothing to be concerned about with your job." I held my hand up and quickly shot out at him, "Who's Ivanka? And what did Ivanka have to do with my evaluation?"

"Sorry, I should have said Joanna. She was sent to you to try to weasel what your job is and what you do. She's one of our phantom double agents. She's was uncovered as a Russian plant at the United Nations about two years ago. We turned her and have been using her as bait to test our field agents. You passed with flying colors"

"How many are there like her? You know what I mean, deceitful, double agent liars that test us unknowingly."

"I can understand how you feel. Each region has a number of them that are used in various ways to tempt agents into telling secrets. You shouldn't feel bad about it because it's a normal function in the intelligence business. History has shown that the best spies have been women. Mata Hari was the most famous of all."

"Yeah, I know all about the women in the spy game. Will I never see her again?"

"No, Not unless you accidentally bump into each other somewhere away from here.. She's gone and will not be used in this region ever again. Okay, we're though until next year. Good luck with your assignments. Oh, by the way, she left h this note for you. Just so you know, we read it to check her honesty."

I unfolded the note and read the one line message---"Jeff, since you don't like sour cream, throw the container away before it spoils and stinks in your fridge."

I never said I didn't like sour cream. In fact, I bought the container that's in the door of the fridge. It meant she had left me a coded message! I couldn't wait to get to the fridge and check the container..I opened the door, took the container and scrutinized it closely. I looked and looked. I took it to the table and sat with it in my hands. There was nothing inside except sour cream. After about twenty minutes, it dawned on me that the numbers following the 'Sell by--' date was a code. Now all I have to do is crack the code. I worked on it for more than an hour and determined that it was a phone number with an Area in Ohio.

I left the apartment, went to the Walgreen's across the avenue and asked to use their telephone because I had forgotten what I was to buy. The woman graciously allowed me behind the counter where I called the number. Joanna, or Ivanka, answered. She was overly excited that I had broken the code and found her. She told me that she had been fired and sent to Ohio when she confessed that she was falling in love with me and knew that they wouldn't let her continue as a plant. I learned that her real name is Inanka Yoseovich and Ohio was where she originally entered the U. S. We finished our conversation in Russian and she was blown away by my fluency. We arranged to talk again later and then we would meet in Cincinnati at the end of the month. I would have to call her because we feared my phone was being monitored.

Before we hung up, she asked me another riddle--'When a man talks nasty to a woman, its sexual harassment. What is it when a woman talks dirty to a man?' She told me if I guessed it I would get another surprise reward when we met. I told her I'd work hard on the answer because I loved her surprises.