Author's notes:

I'm rather busy right now and as I've said before, the new chapters might take a little longer to finish. Sorry about that.

About the language and notation:

The Baylon language is a predecessor to Latin, which is why it looks like Latin at a glance.

Mental communication is denoted by a < and ends with a >, so a mental communication will look like this: "< Who are you? >"

Some warnings:

This is erotic action adventure, meaning that there will be both sex and violence, but I don't mix the two.

This story is posted on the Literotica website and the author does not give permission for it to be reposted or reprinted anywhere else without consent.

P.S. I haven't gotten an editor yet, so any mistakes are mine. Interested editors are welcome :)

P.P.S. While you're here anyway, please rate the chapter and leave a comment :)

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Chapter 30 -- Modern life

Sunday, 25th of June 2000, Malaga, Spain

Ivan

True to his word, Julian slept on my sofa that night, but he took off right after breakfast, leaving me alone with the whole day to myself for the first time since I woke up from the trance.

My first stop was by the reception, where I got the man behind the desk to explain how the hotels laundry service worked. I also arranged for them wash everything I owned, except for the clothes I was wearing and the Iron-silk clothes. It wasn't much, and it made me realize, that I would need some more clothes if I were to look like a normal person, so I went shopping.

When I was done, I owned two more sets of clothes and two pairs of shoes as well as a suitcase large enough to hide the sword. Unlike the shorts I had bought earlier in the week, one of the sets was similar to what the locals used, giving me a chance to blend in if I needed to. I tried the sunglasses that everybody seemed to use, but found that it obscured my vision, so I bought a hat instead. It would still shield my eyes from the sun, and I didn't feel stupid wearing it.

I even bought a cell phone after a patient salesman had explained to me, that they could be bought with pre-paid local service. He had a long-winded sales talk, but for me it all boiled down to that I could buy a phone without showing papers that I didn't have. As all salesmen, he tried to sell me the most expensive one he had, but I kept explaining that I had no use for all the fancy things it could. He ended up selling me the simplest of the phones, though I did humour him in paying a little extra for getting a phone that was already charged, so I 'didn't have to waste valuable vacation time, while waiting for the battery to finish charging.'.

It even came with an instruction manual, and I read it all the way through as soon as I came back to my hotel room. As it turned out, it wasn't as difficult to use as I had feared, but it was still rather complicated for one that hadn't one ever before and it took me some time to get it to work.

Satisfied, I looked at the phone and realized I had absolutely nobody to call. The only person in the world I had a phone number for was Alice, and after Julian's talk about digital tracing, I was sure that the police had that one monitored.

Then I remembered the card that Sophia had given me the day before and called her, just to try it.

To my surprise, she not only answered the call, but she also agreed to join me for lunch, which had been my excuse for calling her.

After we had agreed to meet at two o'clock at Plaza de la Marina, I started to wonder what to wear. The information from the Trojan Women made it clear that when a man invited a woman to a meal, she expected him to dress nicely. The problem was that 'nicely' was vaguely defined, leaving me with no idea of what was expected. Then I remembered that there had been some magazines in the hotels reception and walked over there to look at them.

A quick flip-through of several magazines showed that men should be wearing a shirt with folded-up sleeves, pants, and leather shoes, instead of the t-shirt, shorts and sandals that seemed to be the clothes of choice for the tourists here. Fortunately, that was the same as most if the locals were wearing, so I already had that.

None of the pictures showed any money belts, meaning that I had to use my newly bought wallet. Ignoring jewelry, other frequent accessories were watches and sunglasses.

So, I fetched the bags from the safety deposit box at the harbour terminal and started to look through them to determine what I actually had, starting with the watches.

To my amusement, the boxes not only contained the watch pictured on the outside, but also papers that turned out to be some form for guarantee that the watch had been made by the watch company and had been legally sold.

Apparently even things like watches needed passports nowadays.

I quickly placed three of the watches in the boxes again, since they had a metal link strap, which I didn't like, and looked at the four that was left.

Two was made by a company called IWC and the two others were made by someone named Patek Philippe. All showed just about everything you ever needed to know about time, including time, day of the week, month, and year. Even moon phases were shown on the watch, though I couldn't think of a reason why anybody would need that in this modern age.

The two Patek Philippe was slightly bigger, so I put them back in the boxes again.

That left the two IWC watches. Both were named Grande Complication, but one was in gold with a brown strap and another in a silvery material with a black strap.

Taking a decision, I took the silvery watch and strapped it on my wrist, before spending half an hour reading the manual for the watch and getting it to work.

After that, I dressed up in the set of local clothes I had bought, folded up the sleeves and looked the mirror. Not bad, I decided. At least the fashion in the modern world was comfortable to wear and not as ridiculous as some other fashions I had tried during my time.

I laughed to myself as I remembered the Roman toga and the tall pointy hats some of the Scythians had worn. Goddess that had been bad.

Still chuckling, I turned my attention towards the bag with the money and simply turned it upside down over the bed. Stacks of paper money held together with bands poured out and landed on the bed, followed by several ID's and two leather folders.

Wanting to get the money out of the way as soon as possible, I ignored the last two items and stacked the bundles next to the sword in the new suitcase, counting while I did it.

"This is not good." I mumbled to myself, as the last bundle was number forty-nine. With ten thousand dollars per bundle, that was an awful lot of money and somebody was bound to come looking for them. Even if the owner was dead.

It was too late to change things now, so with a shrug, I placed the unused watches in the suitcase, along with some of the old stuff that I didn't use at the moment, like the gold and ivory toothbrush and comb. The laptop I had found in Curtis' house was next. I didn't have the first clue about how to use it, but there was a chance there was some valuable information on it, so I couldn't just throw it out.

Then I sat down on the bed and turned my attention towards the leather folders. Both those from the moneybag and the ones from the second safe in the house.

All held papers which, according to my knowledge from the women, looked like legal papers in English, Spanish and some languages that I didn't understand. I tried to read what I could but realized that my knowledge wasn't good enough to understand the complicated language. As far as I could tell, it was documents of ownership for land and other stuff in various countries: Bahamas, Malaysia, Mauritius, Brazil, Spain, Croatia, and Costa Rica.

Unfortunately, I didn't have a clue about where those countries were or what to do with the papers, so I placed them in the suitcase again and I turned my attention to the ID papers.

I studied Curtis' picture in the passports for a while, but no matter how I disguised myself, there was no way I could come to look like him, so unless I could switch out the picture, it was useless.

It didn't take long to determine, that changing the picture wasn't going to be easy. There was a thin layer of a transparent material over the passport and from the women I knew that it was most likely some kind of plastic. Not a material I was used to working with, but at least it wasn't magical.

I was tempted to try to cut the picture out, but since I had no picture of myself to put in its place, there was no need to rush it, so instead I started to examine the IDs from the moneybag.

They turned out to belong to Parker, as it was his face on them, and Parker had documents of ownership from England, Italy, Ukraine, Greece, and several other places.

Despite the modest house Curtis had lived in, both were clearly enormously wealthy, and it didn't take a genius to figure out, that it had to be due to their mental powers.

As a Mentat in a world of non-mentats, they would have a huge advantage in most situations, but their lifestyle indicated they had been careful about it. Considering the two international police officers most likely also had mental powers, that was a smart move.

However, why was Parker still here in Malaga? If I had been involved in something illegal and my partner in crime was killed, I would have left immediately. Parker had not only stayed in the city, but also had the nerves to try to get a closer look at Curtis' victims.

I pondered that for a while, but simply didn't have information enough to come to any form for conclusion that wasn't total guesswork, so instead I packed the suitcase, closed it, and walked to the harbour terminal, where I put it in a safety deposit box.

As I walked back to the hotel, a bookshop caught my eye and I walked in there with the intention of buying a map of the world. What I ended up with was even better: A big book, called 'Atlas of World History', which not only showed the world as it was now, but also as it had been in the past.

I was excited by this find, since that would enable me to find the present names of places I had visited in ancient times, and I was on my way back to study it, when I discovered a camera shop. It wasn't the cameras themselves that caught my eye, but a sign in the window, stating that they made photos for passports there.

Since I needed passport photos, I walked into the shop and had some made.

Making the passport photos didn't take long and half a glass later I was sitting in the hotel room, drinking a cup of tea, and looking at the atlas.

Just out of curiosity, I looked up Croatia, which conformed what I had gotten from Natasha's mind. Next was Argentina, the other country Curtis had a passport from, and that turned out to be one of the places I haven't visited before. Mostly since the part of the world laying to the west of Baylon, which would now be the Americas according to the map, hadn't been part of my area of expertise and so, I was never sent there, though others were.

I flipped through the pages to find Bahamas, Brazil and the rest of the places stated on the documents. I did find them, but I also found many other places and before long, I was chuckling to myself when certain names sparked memories, but after a while, I closed the book again. There were simply too many memories being brought to life for me to handle them all at once.

Instead, I found the passports again. It was clear that everything had been done to make it as difficult as possible to mess with the passport, but I had one advantage, that the makers of the passport haven't been able to consider: Ars Mentalis and with that, the ability to fuse things together as if they had never been apart. Fortunately, it's a skill similar to healing for the obvious reason that a healer needed to be able to close a wound.

I found my adamantine scalpel, meticulously cut the plastic on the side and top of the photo and gently removed the photo from the plastic. Some of the colour from the photo stuck to the plastic. An Ars Mentalis cleaning trick took care of that, so I could place my own picture in the passport instead before smoothing the plastic over. Finally, I used a mending Ars Mentalis trick to seamlessly fuse everything back together exactly as it was before.

Satisfied, I inspected my work to see if there were any tell-tale signs of my tinkering with it, but it was as smooth as I could have hoped for and the picture looked like it belonged in there.

It also fitted with the few descriptive words in the passport, as I was both blonde and blue eyed. Even the height was almost a match and I doubted that anybody would notice the small difference between the height stated in the passport and my actual height.

"Ivan Kolba." I mumbled to myself as I studied the passport. It sounded strange, but I had to get used to it, as it would be mine for a while. Not permanently though. I was confident that the makeshift passport along with some mental powers could get me away from Malaga, but at some point, I needed a real passport and not a fake one... or at least a fake one that was so good, that it couldn't be detected as fake.

I hid the rest of the passports again and glanced at the watch. It was time to go meet Sophia.

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Lunch was delightful. Dressed in a white summer dress, Sofia looked even better than last I saw her, and we spent the better part of an hour talking about life in general. Since that wasn't the best subject for me, I kept asking her questions about Malaga, her life, and plans for the future.

As I had found out doing our last meeting, she wasn't a prostitute, but used the extra money from her topless massage to put money aside, with the hope of opening her own massage parlour at some point. The only downside with her current business was that traveling to the customers required that she had a man along for protection, so she had hired her cousin for that.

If the massage parlour didn't work out, she had plans of going back to school and take an education as something called a 'physical therapist', which apparently was the modern name for a healer specializing in working with the muscles and bones in the body. To me it sounded a lot like the healers that had worked with the gladiators in Ancient Rome, who had been highly trained and well-paid, so I suggested that if she had the chance, she should go that route.

After dinner was over, Sofia led me on a small walk around the quarters near Plaza de la Marina. It was a lovely area, and I was having a good time, when Sofia stopped near a residential building and suggested that since she lived there, we could have a coffee in her apartment. There was a gleam in her eyes and with lust emanating from her, I didn't have any doubt that the coffee was just an excuse to get us out of the public eye and into a space, where she could seduce me.

She looked shocked when I said, "Thanks, but no thanks. I don't drink coffee." Taking advantage of her stunned silence, I leaned closer and whispered. "I would rather have you, than coffee."

The stunned expression on her face turned into a smile, as she took hold of my hand and dragged me towards the door.

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Once inside her apartment, Sofia moved very close to me and whispered, "Finally alone." Her eyes looked up into mine and her lips parted, as her hands pulled my head downwards for a kiss. Her lips were soft and seductive against mine and made my dick harden almost immediately.

My hands caressed her back and shoulders as we kissed and in return, she moved a hand from my head to stroke my chest. The kisses became more passionate, and my hands followed the soft curve of her hips to the bold swell of her well-shaped bottom, fondling it and making her moan.

Still kissing, she unbuttoned my shirt and had me stop fondling her for a moment, so she could take it off me. In return, I pulled up her dress just enough to get my hands on the soft skin of her thighs. She moaned slightly as my hands made contact with the warm, naked skin.

Then I slid my hands upwards, letting my forearms lift the dress, as my hands followed the gorgeous curve of her hips, going over the soft cloth of her panties to reach her waist, lifting the dress in the process.

Sofia sighed a happy sigh and lifted her arms, enabling me to continue my journey. She shivered and moaned again, as my hands went to her impressive breasts. Even encased in a bra as they were, they still felt both soft and firm at the same time, but with her holding her arms up, I couldn't linger for long, so after a little fondling, I moved up. The dress slipped over her head easily and was dumped on a chair.

The sight of her voluptuous body sent a wave of anticipation through my body and I dragged her close and gave her a kiss. She almost melted into my arms and pressed her body against mine, clearly feeling my erection.

Sofia broke the kiss to giggle. "Always nice to feel appreciated."

"Never doubt your sexiness." I whispered and kissed her cheek, slowly working my way towards her ear. She tilted her head to give me better access and I gently suckled her earlobe into my mouth, lightly teasing it with my tongue. That made her shiver, moan and pull me closer, so I nibbled her earlobe a bit more before I moved on to kiss and lick her neck, while I used my hands to unlock her bra.

Sofia giggled and undid my pants in return, before she yanked both them and my underwear down, making my dick spring free.

Without hesitation, she dropped to her knees, grabbed the shaft with one hand and flicked her tongue across the tip of my cock before she sucked the head inside her mouth.

I moaned slightly, as I felt her warm mouth engulf the head and her lips caress the sensitive area just below, while she sucked gently on the head.

For a blowjob, it was very wet with lots of saliva, which was very different from the last blowjob I had gotten from her. It was also a lot shorter. She had just gotten into a rhythm when she stopped and said. "Walk backwards."

With my pants still around my ancles walking was extremely awkward, but after a quick glance behind me I discovered there was a chair less than two small steps away and a moment later, I was sitting on it.

Sofia didn't waste any time, but crawled the short distance to me, breasts swinging with every move. I also discovered that she was a magician. Not only had the panties disappeared, but somehow, she now had a condom in her hand. A condom that she put on me expertly, before straddling my lap and looked into my eyes, as she kissed me with fiery intensity.

Then she lifted herself up briefly, just long enough to place my cockhead at her pussy lips, before she settled down on me, burying my cock in her wet pussy.

"Oh yeah!" She groaned, squeezing my cock with her inner muscles for a few heartbeats before she placed her hands on my shoulders and began to ride me.

Her magnificent breasts were swinging right in front of my eyes, so I caught one of them with a hand, fondling it, while leaning forward just enough to take the stiff nipple into my mouth.

Sofia groaned again and slowly increasing her pace as she rode me, leaning slightly forward to thrust her breasts into my face. With a groan, I ran the other hand down her side, until I reached her ass and squeezed it and making her moan again, as she picked up the pace.

Sliding the hand a little further down, I ran my fingers along the stretch-out lips of her pussy, feeling the fingers getting wet from her juices.

"More!" She whispered and I happily followed her order, moving my fingers upwards between her butt creeks, reaching her anus.

"Yes!" She grunted and growled with lust, when I carefully inserted my two middle fingers in her ass. Her body tensed for a heartbeat and then she started to ride my cock and fingers like a wild woman, slapping her ass down on my lap before bouncing up to rapidly repeat the process.

It felt fantastic and I had focus on her pleasure for a while to avoid coming too soon. Then she took hold of my head, forcing it gently away from her breasts and kissed passionately, still bouncing up and down.

Suddenly, she broke the kiss and started a rocking motion, griding her clitoris against my skin and she groaned. "Too good. I'm coming."

Two strokes more and then she did exactly that, screaming as she pressed against me, her pussy massaging and caressing my cock as waves of pleasure ran through her.

The pace slowed down, and Sofia pulled me close, crushing her tits against me, as we went back to kissing. Her body still shaking and shuddering from the orgasm.

Sofia broke the kiss, mumbling "Thank you... That was so good."

"Oh yeah." I agreed, caressing her slightly sweaty back. "You almost made me come."

That made her lift her head to look at me and asked in a tone of voice that sounded slightly offended. "Only almost?"

Flexing the muscles in my groin, I made my still hard dick move inside her, making her shiver and moan. "Well, I figured that you would want more than one orgasm."

She sent me a dazzling smile. "You guessed right. Let's go to the bedroom. I want to have some lube this time."

Without waiting for a reply, she lifted herself of my cock, swung a leg over me and walked towards a door. Having no idea what 'lube' was, I just followed the tempting ass.

When she entered the bedroom, Sofia took a bottle from a drawer and squeezed a generous amount of it into her hand as she turned towards me with a smile. "Come here."

Returning the smile, I walked over to her. She was still smiling when she kissed me long and deep, while she rubbed it onto my condom covered cock.

As it turned out, 'lube' was some sort of slippery oil, that would help during sex. Not exactly a new invention as it was known even in ancient times, but unlike the oils of ancient times, which had needed to be heated a little, the modern version was cold and slick at the same time, instead of being warm.

Then she reached behind her back and used what little was left on her hands to lubricate herself, before she broke the kiss and turned around to lean on the bed, presenting her ass to. Looking back over my shoulder with a lusty smile, she said. "I want you... now."

Moving a bit forward, I rubbed my cock between her ass cheeks, spreading the slick lube and enjoying the feel of my cockhead passing right over her tiny little hole. Sofia gasped and pressed back against me, succeeding in making the very tip of my cock to enter her ass.

"Uhhh." She hissed and wriggled her hips a little, causing my dick to enter her tight hole even further, which made her shiver. "More!"

With a slight smile, I took hold of her hips and pressed a little more inside, causing her to moan.

I don't know if it was the position we were in, but even with the lube, she felt tighter than she had done last time and getting my dick inside was a slow process, stroking in and out, adding a little more each time, while she was moaning and groaning all the while.

I was taking my time, enjoying the feel of her tightness around me, when Sofia suddenly pressed back as I was moving forward, forcing my dick to enter her completely.

"Fuuuuuuuck!" She breathed in English and arched her back up to kiss me.

I kissed her back and started to fuck her for real, building up a steady rhythm, taking long thrusts in and out of her lubricated ass, while she in turn played with her clitoris.

I could feel the orgasm start to build inside her, so I let go of her hips and moved my hands to her generous breasts instead, fondling and squeezing them as I caught the stiff hard nipple between two fingers. I also sensed that she wanted to go faster and harder, so I did that, ponding her for real, our bodies smacking against one another with wet slapping sounds.

With a howl, Sofia started to come, but quickly muffled the sound with a hand, which in no way made her other hand stop it ferocious play with her clitoris. The feel of my cock in her ass had been fantastic to start with, but as she came closer to orgasm is got even better, as her ass grabbed and squeezed my dick, milking it as small tremors ran through her body.

Then she came with an intensity that shook her whole body, as her juices gushing down her legs, and she squealed into her hand. Her ass tightening and pulsing around my dick, adding to my pleasure.

At that point, I lost most of my self-control and instead of slowing down, I just continued in the same speed as before, fondling her breasts, while driving my dick in and out of her clenching ass, her muffled squeals of pleasure urging me on.

It didn't take long before I could feel my own orgasm approaching and thankfully, Sofia wasn't far behind, her squeals becoming throatier as she neared another climax, the pleasure in my cock surging as she tightened around me.

" Siiiiiiiii! She screamed into her hand as her body shook with yet another orgasm. Her ass squeezed my cock tightly, sending me over the edge to release my load into the condom. The her legs collapsed under her, making her fall on the bed, breathing hard and with her body twisting as the aftershocks of the orgasm ran through her.

Breathing just as hard, I let myself fall on the bed next to her and just lay there for a while, panting and sweaty.

"That was wild." Sofia finally said with a little giggle as she turned her head to look at me.

I nodded in agreement. "Yes, but it was really good."

"Oh, yes." She let her eyes run over my body. "I think we could both use a shower." She laughed shortly. "In a while when we have caught our breath."

"Sounds like a plan."

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After a delightful shower, Sofia needed to go visit some friends, so I walked to the hotel's dining room to get some food. That turned out to be a bad move because the food was mediocre at best and a little voice in my head kept telling me that both Alice and Karen could have done it better blindfolded, which again reminded of the evening where Karen was blindfolded and how much fun it had been.

Luckily, Julian came into the dining room about halfway through the meal, so I stood up and walked over to him.

"Hey... new outfit? How's the grub?" He greeted.

"Yeah, I went shopping.... How's the what?"

"The food." He explained with a patient look on his face.

"Terrible." I said with a chuckle. "Let's find a restaurant."

"That bad?"

"Yes."

"Okay... we're out of here." He said as he turned around. "I know a nice little place further down the road."

The nice little place turned out to be exactly that: A small family restaurant named Maria's that served excellent food at low prices and from the amount of people around us that talked Spanish, I guessed that it was mostly locals in the restaurant.

Julian knew the waitress and got us a table for two along a wall, where we could talk in reasonable privacy.

"So, did you come up with a solution for the problem with Mr. Smith?" I asked halfway through the fish course.

"Not really." Julian said with his mouth full of food. "He's fucking smart, he doesn't gamble, doesn't drink too much, or do drugs, and as he uses money wisely, they will last a long time. No over-expensive cars or huge houses for Mr. Smith. I mean he has a nice house, but it's not really a luxury villa."

"Where does he have all that money from?"

"Oh... he skimmed about forty million dollars from the companies that he was working for and they recovered only about a million, when they discovered the fraud, so he must have hidden the rest somewhere... and been fucking good about it, because nobody can find it."

"Except him obviously." I said with a smile.

Julian barked a short laugh. "Yeah."

"So, he can't be lured with money." I stated. "How about women... or men for that matter?"

"As far as I can see, he had the same woman all the time I've been here, and she rarely leaves the house. When she does, she has the maid along with her." Julian placed the cutlery on the plate and drank some beer before he continued. "He was smart enough to use some money to install a state-of-the-art security system in his house and he rarely goes anywhere, since his maid do all the shopping."

I drank some of my wine. "He must be bored to tears in there."

Julian shook his head. "Not really. He's kinda nerdy... as long as he has an internet connection, food, coffee and get laid regularly, he's as happy as a pig in mud."

I was silent again, since I had to call up the knowledge I had gotten from Alice, before I understood what the 'internet connection' he was talking about was, which again caused me to think about the women.

Julian snapped his fingers in front of my face. "Hey, wake up... What's up with you? You space out a lot."

I shook my head to clear it. "Sorry, I was thinking about the women I told you about. They're leaving soon."

"Along with your passport?"

I sighed. No matter what I did, Julian would eventually discover that I didn't have a real passport and didn't have a clue about how many things in the world worked.

"Hmm... I haven't been completely truthful regarding that." I said slowly and proceeded with giving him the same explanation that I had given the girls, amnesia, and all. Since I needed to explain both the money and the passport, I added that I had found it along with my stuff and that I suspected that it was a fake passport.

Though his eyebrows kept creeping higher and higher on his forehead as the story went on, Julian listened patiently until I was finished and then said, "And your real name is Jason Bourne?"

I looked at him in complete surprise. "Who is Jason Bourne?"

"You don't know?" He asked as he studied me.

I shook my head. "Never met the guy."

That caused him to laugh. "You couldn't. It's a guy from a book called 'The Bourne Identity'... I think they're making it into a film now... and what you just told me reminds me a lot about it."

"Do tell." I said with another sigh.

"Not much to tell." He said with a smile. "It about a guy who have lost his memory, but not his skills, and he turns out to be an outstanding secret agent, with extremely good combat skills." He shrugged. "The similarities just struck me."

"And made my story sound like something I made up."

"Yeah." Julian said, "But how come that you haven't walked to the police and told them the story?"

"Because I have a feeling that going to the police would be a bad idea." I said with a shrug and took a sip of my red wine. "It's not something that I can explain, but if I can avoid it in any way, I will... especially since I do remember that my family was killed, so it's not like somebody is waiting for me somewhere."

He drank some wine, while studying me for a few heartbeats. "You said that you come from Croatia, right?"

"That's what the passport says." I answered.

"Well, that explains the accent." He said slowly. "I don't know how you lost your memory, but I don't think that you're a criminal on the run. I can usually spot them, and you don't strike me as one."

"That's a comfort." I said with a smile.

"Yeah... As far as I know, amnesia doesn't change one's personality and while you come across as a nice guy, I think that you can be one mean son-of-a-bitch when you chose to... and that fine with me, 'coz that description pretty much fits every friend I ever had and most persons I've worked with." He grinned a bit. "Then again, a lot of my friends are former military and clearly you have some kind of combat training and experience... 'coz you don't think twice about going into combat, you know what you're doing, and you don't mind knocking people out or breaking a few bones." Julian leaned a bit forward and lowered his voice somewhat. "I think you're a former Croatian soldier and that you were active in the war there."

I sat still for a moment, thinking it over. I had gotten some information about the civil war from Natasha's mind, but as she had spent most of the time in a peaceful city, her knowledge about the actual fighting had been limited. "It's sort of ring a bell, but nothing comes to mind."

"Shitfire... your memory really is screwed up." Julian said with a sigh. "Well, I don't know a lot about it, but as part of the breakup of Yugoslavia, Croatia fought a war for independence and won. That war ended five years ago, but others are still going on and it's an ugly war with lots of attacks of the civilian population, so many people have fled from the area." He paused to think, before he continued. "That brings me to your passport. It might have another last name on it, than the one you remember as yours, but it might still be your passport as lot of people got new names to avoid being killed for belonging to the 'wrong' group." He thought for a moment. "A year ago, I hunted a criminal in the states, who turned out to be a refugee from the same war and trying to find his real name was freaking impossible." He shrugged. "I found him anyway, but the point is that your passport might be real... and on the other hand, if it's a fake it's gonna be almost impossible to detect, since a lot of the records was destroyed in the war."

That was good news and I smiled as I emptied the glass. "Thanks for the info."

"No problem." Said Julian and went silent as the waiter came along to remove our plates, but as soon as the waiter walked away, he asked, "So do you want to stay here in Spain or what? I can recommend USA, if you wanna move."

"I don't know much about that country." I said truthfully. "But do tell."

Julian used the desert and the coffee to explain how great a county USA was, how good the people was, the diversity of cultures and food and the excellence of their... well... everything.

I tried not to smile. To me, Julian sounded like an excited Roman explaining the glory and achievements of Rome.

Finally, I held up a hand to stop him. "Relax... I got it... USA is great... but unless I'm mistaken it got to be difficult to get citizenship there."

Julian coughed "Yeah... that might be a problem. It takes a lot to get approved."

I nodded. Exactly like the Roman Empire.

"So where is the easiest place to get a legal passport? Just in case 'mine' turns out to be a fake."

"Hmm... My guess would be Saint Kitts and Nevis, which is a small island nation in the Caribbean." He said after a slight pause. "But that cost a huge amount of money, since you must buy a house there as part of the deal... Somewhere between two hundred thousand and four hundred thousand US dollars. " He paused briefly. "Another guess would be Brazil, but I don't know what it takes on top of my head... The biggest problem you have is that most places need a birth certificate, and you don't have one."

The knowledge from the women told me where Brazil was, but not Saint Kitts and Nevis. However, that problem could be solved by looking it up in the atlas.

"I'll figure something out." I finished my tea. "... and getting Mr. Smith on that boat is actually a funnier problem, than me finding another place to live."

"Damn it! You had to remind me of it." Julian said with a grin. "I had happily forgotten all about it... hmm... Let's go grab a beer somewhere and talk about it."

I agreed with a slight shake of my head. It seemed like Julian always connected thinking or planning with beer, which in my experience was a bad idea. On the other hand, he did have a lot of experience in the Bounty Hunter field, so it had to work for him.

The 'somewhere' he had been thinking about turned out to be a place called Morrisey's and as we walked inside, I discovered that the style of the place was different from anything else I had seen before. The interior made of wood and the whole place was kept in deep brown and green colours.

The place was filled with people, who were drinking and singing along to some music. To my surprise the music they were singing along to, did not come from some electronic devise but from actual living people: Four musicians were sitting with their instruments on chairs on a small scene, singing and playing music, that was a completely different style from most other music, I had heard so far. Strangely, the musicians sang in accented English and not in Spanish.

Julian smiled happily and leaned close to me, so he didn't have to shout. "Saturday is live music day.... Followed by karaoke... This is gonna be fun."

I smiled and nodded. Not that I had any clue about what karaoke was, but the whole place had a festive mood to it and the people had such a good time, that there even was some free positive energy in the room. That was usually a sign of the start of a fun evening.

While the band sang a song about a fishmonger named Molly Malone, Julian found us a place by the wooden bar and ordered some beer.

The beer arrived as the woman in the song died and turned into a ghost, that still sold fish.

Chuckling, I shook my head when the crowd continued to sing merrily along on the chorus and the mood didn't seem to change on bit. I took the beer that Julian handed me. "What is this place?"

"What?"

"I don't remember ever hearing music like this."

"Oh yeah... forgot about that..." He said with a grin. "This is an Irish pub with Irish music."

"Clearly, it's very popular. "

He nodded and I drank some of the dark beer and while it was different from other beers I have had, it was very good.

After a thunderous applause, the band started a new song, this one about a Spanish lady, who apparently was lovely and the only Spanish woman in a city called Dublin.

Julian poked me in the side with an elbow as he leaned closer. "Look over by the column... That's Mr. Smith."

I looked in the direction he indicated.

An ordinary looking guy with brown hair and glasses was leaning against a wooden column, nodding slightly to the rhythm of the music. My eyes returned to Julian. "You knew he would be here."

He nodded with a smile. "Guilty as charged. Mr. Smith's only weakness is that he loves Irish pubs and music... especially live music and karaoke."

I turned towards the bar again, so I didn't stare and drank some more beer before asking. "Was that the way you have been planning to lure him?"

Julian nodded again. "Yeah. There's gonna be an Irish party on Wave Dancer ... I just need to find a way to invite him that doesn't make him suspicious and then I'll need to make sure that he shows up."

Looking into the beer, I thought about Julian's problem. If Mr. Smith received an invitation for no obvious reasons, he wouldn't show up if he were as intelligent as Julian said, However, he needed to be invited for Julian's plan to work, so the trick would be to come up with a valid reason.

Possibilities flashed through my mind and while most was discarded one remained as Julian once more snapped his fingers in front of my face. "You're spacing out again."

"It's called thinking... you might want to try it sometime." I informed him with a smile. "And I might have the solution to your problem about the invitation."

"Do tell."

"Invite the whole bar. Each and every person that are in here now." I said, "That way, he's not singled out."

Julian looked around in the bar and then back at me. "You know... that's so simple, that it might fucking work... and if we get the names of everybody, we can send him an invitation later, making it even more tempting."

"What do you mean 'we'?" I asked with a grin. "It's your job."

"Point." He said with a smile as he slipped of the barstool. "I'll go talk with some people and get it organized."

He walked away and I turned to look at the band again. They were singing a song about having whiskey in a jar that caused everybody in the room to sing along and I discovered that I was humming along on the melody.

After the applause had died out, the band wanted to stop, but the crowd chanted for one more song, so the band finished off with a song about lifting their glass in a parting toast.

Again, everybody sang along and lifted their glass each time they sang about it.

The song had almost ended, when Julian came back, but instead of sitting down, he handed me a stiff board with some blank papers on it, a pen, and a bunch of tokens of some kind.

"Hold this for a moment, please." He said and walked towards the stage before I had the chance to answer.

Julian had timed it perfectly, as he walked onto the stage the exact same moment as the song ended.

Leaning back against the bar with the beer in my hand, I watched as he delivered a speech where he did indeed invite the whole bar to an exclusive Irish night with live music aboard a cruise ship.

All the guests had to do was to give their name and then they would get a token, which not only gave them access to the party, but also a free beer.

As speeches go, his wasn't bad and it was well received by the crowd. Even Mr. Smith was smiling widely.

The same was I, until Julian announced that people could either come to him to get their names written down and a token, or they could go the 'the assistant in the bar' at which point two of the lights on the stage lit up.

One was pointed at Julian, but to my horror, the other pointed directly at me.

With about half the bar looking at me, I couldn't do anything else than smile politely, while I cursed Julian inside my head.

If the Gods had been listening to me at that moment, Julian would have gone up in flames as the very least. The gods were either not listening or were too busy laughing at me, because nothing happened to Julian as he finished his speech. A moment later, I was besieged by people who wanted to give names and receive tokens.

"That went swimmingly, don't you think?" Julian said with a satisfied grin on his face, as we left the bar a while later.

Looking around to make sure that nobody was within hearing range, I shook my head. "I think you're an idiot."

He looked stunned. "What?"

I sighed, "Julian, Mr. Smith must have some connections here and when they discover that he never made it back from the party, they will be looking for some answers and since they now think that I'm your assistant, that 'someone' is going to be me if I'm in the area. That gives me a problem, since I'm not sure if my passport is fake or real and traveling on it might be tricky."

"Oh shit!" was his first response. "I'm so sorry, dude."

"Nothing to do about it now, but it is a problem that needs to be solved." I paused as an idea struck me. "Julian, get me a room on that ship. I can pay, but as you know the owner, you can arrange it."

Julian hesitated. "Well... We're not even sure that he will come to the party."

"He'll be there. I saw his face when you announced it and he was all smiles." I said with total conviction in my voice.

Since Mr. Smith had come to me, I had implanted a gentle suggestion in his head as I gave him the token, essentially telling him that such a party would be both fun and secure. As it was only a suggestion, it didn't guarantee that he would be there, but it was the best I could do while keeping a low profile.

Julian was silent for a while, but then sighed. "Damn... It was such a good joke and you really looked funny when that spotlight hit you... Kinda like a deer caught in the headlights." He stopped walking and took his phone. "I'll call the owner."

"Okay. See you later."

He nodded, as he pressed some buttons on the phone and I walked away.

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It was still early and instead of going back to the hotel, I walked over to a nearby café, found a table outside where I could sit down and ordered a glass of wine from the waiter.

Since I had only given Julian the paper with the names on it, I still had the stiff board and the pen, so I did a simple sketch until the waiter brought me my wine and then just relaxed.

The weather was wonderful, music was playing, people were in a festive mood and for a while, I enjoyed just sitting there.

That peace was broken, when a female voice said, "May I join you?"

Looking up, I discovered that the voice belonged to the short female international police officer the Twins had called Agent Rao and I doubted that she was here by coincidence.

With a smile, I nodded in the direction of the other chair. "A beautiful woman is always welcome."

While she sat down, I gestured a waiter, ordered a glass of wine for Rao, and used the distraction to glance around. The red-haired police officer was nowhere to be seen, but a short distance away, a fit looking Spanish woman was doing her best not to look directly at us.

Agent Rao started by introducing herself, explained that she was on the abduction case, had seen me with the women outside the restaurant and wanted to ask me a few friendly questions. She also asked for ID papers, so I handed her the passport, hoping that Julian was right in his assessment that the passport was almost impossible to verify.

She looked it over, wrote something down and then showed me a portrait of Parker and asked me, if I had seen him in town.

"Yeah... He was outside the restaurant as well, but he had a moustache and was wearing glasses. You were there too. Didn't you see him?"

"No, not really." Said Rao thoughtfully.

"Well, that happens." I commented and looked up as the waiter brought the wine. I paid and handed the glass to Rao. "Here you go."

She looked at the glass with surprise, but then shook her head. "I can't. I'm on duty."

"Your choice." I said with a chuckle as I took the board from the table and started to make a drawing. "Do you have any leads on the guy?"

Rao smiled. "I can't really talk about an ongoing investigation."

"Fair enough, I guess... Except that the fact that you're here talking with me about him, makes it clear that you haven't found him yet."

"You're right about that." She admitted. Then she hesitated for a moment, before saying. "May I ask what connection you have with Miss Baker, Meyers and Chai?"

"You may ask." I answered with a smile. "But you'll not get an answer. It has no influence on your investigation and if you really want to know, I suggest that you ask them instead." I paused and changed the subject. "When do you get off duty?"

"Well, technically I go off duty at midnight, but I don't really go off duty until we get the guy."

"That's not healthy." I said and drank some of my wine. "Can you explain why an abductor would continue to stalk police protected victims after having botched an abduction attempt and been beaten up? Because that doesn't make any kind of sense to me."

"Sorry, I still can't talk about an ongoing investigation." Rao said with a little smile.

"Can you at least tell me his name?"

She hesitated for a moment, but then shrugged. "His name is Leonard Parker, but it's not the name he uses here... which I can't tell you..."

"Because you still can't talk about an ongoing investigation." I finished for her with a smile, causing her to nod and smile.

I looked at the drawing I was making, while my brain kept working. All of Parker's identities were house owners, but in my experience, real estate just slowed you down, so why all these houses? In my mind, I recalled the map I've seen in the modern atlas and placed the location of the houses on it. To my surprise, they were all cities with a port, and I had visited most of the cities in ancient times as many of them were placed on ancient sea trade routes.

"Sorry about that." Sheena said, "I can't tell you any more than I've already done."

"Not your fault." I chuckled. "Rules are rules."

She smiled back and changed the subject. "This reminds me... you're not easy to find. We have wanted to talk with you about our suspect for a while, but apparently, you don't live here. Can I get your address just in case we need to talk with you?"

"Well..." I said slowly. "I'm living with a friend at the moment, so I don't really have an address... but I can give you my phone number."

"Please. That would be helpful."

I gave her the number, which she typed into her phone immediately.

"Now could I get your name and number in return? Your first name, that is. Not Agent Rao."

She lifted her eyebrows in surprise, but then smiled and gave me the number. "... and my first name is Sheena."

I repeated the number in my head a few times to be sure I could remember it. Typing it into the phone would have been a more modern thing to do, but I wasn't sure about how to do that, and I didn't want to fumble with the cell phone in front of her.

Instead, I smiled and said, "Nice to meet you, Sheena."

She smiled back. "Likewise, Ivan." Then she looked at the board "What're you doing."

"Drawing." I removed the finished sketch from the board and handed it to her. "Here you go. That's how the guy looked like at the plaza."

She took the paper and looked at it, before looking at me again. "Jeez, you're good and fast."

"Thank you... I figured that you wanted that drawing circulated as soon as possible."

She showed her pearly teeth in a lovely smile as she nodded. "You're right. Excuse me."

I leaned back in the seat, watching her cute, little butt wriggle seductively as she walked over to the fit looking Spanish woman I had noticed earlier and started to speak with her.

Like so many other women of this age, Agent Sheena Rao was a desirable woman and for a while, I pondered the advantages and disadvantages in seducing her.

She clearly wouldn't tell me anything about the case, but there was a possibility that I might get more information about the International Police and their Mentats, which would be really useful.

On the downside, there was a slight possibility that she discovered that I was a Mentat. However, that possibility was very slim. After all, this was exactly what I had been educated for.

"You look thoughtful." Remarked Sheena as she came back to the table again. "Anything you want to share?"

I shrugged. "Not anything you guys haven't been thinking about. I was merely wondering where the guy was hiding." I stood up. "Hmm, I'm hungry... May I invite you for a late-night snack?"

She looked pleasantly surprised once again, but then nodded and smiled. "Sure... Do you have anything special in mind?"

"Not really, so if you have a favourite place, just say so."

"I do, but I think they've closed by now." She looked around. "Let's just go exploring."

We spend the next two hours walking around in the city, chatting as we visited different sites and got something to eat, while we mixed with the thousands of other tourists, doing exactly the same thing.

That we were followed by a female police officer didn't really bother me, as I was used to high-ranking women having armsmen following them around and at least this one kept out of sight.

Feeling in a playful mood, I backtracked our path from time to time, just to see her play a tourist each time Sheena and I walked past her.

I also got a good look at her and she looked quite ordinary with her dark hair and brown eyes, but then again, if you needed a discrete bodyguard, you didn't pick one that stood out in a crowd.

Since Sheena asked about my past, I told her that I was from Croatia, had studied ancient history as well as Traditional Chinese Medicine and was here on vacation. In return, she told me that she was from Melbourne in Australia but had been educated in London.

She was a bit vague on how she had entered the International Police, but from what she didn't say, I guessed that she had been chosen her due to her mental abilities. That she was a Mentat was clear from the moment she tried to mind probe me.

She didn't even do it on purpose. It was more like an instinctive action and instead of letting my mental shield take care of it, which would have been suspicious, I let her see a carefully constructed upper layer of my mind that corresponded with the story I had told her. I also let it be clear that I found her drop-dead gorgeous, sexy, and desirable, causing her to smile even more.

I was still pondering what to do with the bodyguard, when we reached a beach bar and settled down at a table from where we could see the ocean.

Deciding that we needed some more to drink, I walked over to the bar and almost laughed when I saw the bodyguard hurriedly take a seat there as I came nearer. While it was a normal action and therefore was the logical thing to do to avoid suspicion, it clearly showed an unfamiliarity with Mentats, because it allowed me to get close enough to touch her, which made it a lot easier to use mental powers on her.

Accepting the unknowing invitation, I walked right up next to her and seemingly by accident touched her bare shoulder as I leaned in to catch the attention of the bartender, while I quickly connected with the bodyguard's mind and did a fast scan.

Her name was Roberta, 27 years old, divorced and had a five-year-old son, named Manuel. Being the dutiful type, she was determined not to lose Sheena from her sight as that might put the Interpol Agent in danger. She was also gay, which was what had caused her divorce, and thought that Sheena was one of the sexiest women she had ever seen, while I was merely 'interesting' in a mostly non-sexual manner.

The bartender arrived, and I ordered some drinks, while thinking about what to do with the information. I really wanted to be alone with Sheena, but we couldn't just dump the bodyguard somewhere, without raising all kinds of hell.

The Spanish police officer suddenly yelped, as a drunk tried to walk away from the bar with two beers and a drink in his hands, dropping the drink as he turned to walk away. The drink hit the edge of the bar and splashed its content over the police officer's dress.

The drunk replied in Spanish and while I didn't get it all, it was something about it just being an accident and she should relax.

Roberta replied, but I wasn't listening as something about the man caught my attention. His eyes looked strange, slightly unfocussed and with an iris way too small for the low light. He was clearly under the influence of something stronger than alcohol.

A heartbeat later he proved either that or a serious lack of self-control, as he started threatening Roberta in Spanish, waving a fist in front of her face.

With a sigh, I reached past the police officer and caught his weaving hand, holding it still and causing him to look at me. Having his attention, I shook my head disapprovingly and added some mental power to my words as I said, "Just go away." and let go of him.

For a long moment, he looked at me and while his eyes were still slightly unfocussed, they widen a bit as he discovered I was a head taller than him as well as quite a bit wider. He didn't try to pull away and I realized he didn't understand English, effectively rendering my mental powered commands useless. Switching to Spanish I did it again, hoping I got the right word. "Vete!"

To my relief, he turned around and walked away, taking his two remaining beers with him.

Turning around, I saw the bartender place my drinks on the bar and then look a bit unsure about what to do next as he gazed at the drink-drenched Roberta.

"Can I have a towel for the lady, please?" I asked him, snapping him out of his indecision. The beach bar where I had slept the first day in Malaga had towels for their sun chairs and unless I was mistaken, it was standard for any beach bar.

"Yes, sir." He nodded eagerly, reached under the bar, and handed me a fluffy blue towel. "Sorry about that, sir."

I took the towel and handed it to Roberta. "Here you go. That should take most of it."

"Thank you." She said in heavily accented English and stared to dry herself off. I glanced over at Sheena and discovered that she was watching the scene. When she saw me looking at her, she just smiled and waved me over.

I nodded and paid the bartender for the drinks as well as the towel before I turned back towards Roberta again. Lowering my voice, I said, "May I offer you a seat at our table instead of here? It's less crowded and a lot more comfortable." The police officer blinked in surprise a few times, but as she still looked unsecure, I added. "My companion is waving at us, so you might as well come."

She glanced at Sheena, before looking at me again, nodding as she did so. "Thank you."

"You're welcome. Oh, I'm Ivan."

"Roberta."

The look of disbelief on Sheena's face when I brought Roberta over, almost made me laugh, but I stopped myself in time and placed the drinks on the table. "There you go... and this is Roberta... but unless I miss my guess, you knew that already." Looking at Roberta, I said, "You're a police officer, right?"'

The two of them exchanged glances, before Roberta nodded and sat down. "Si."

"Good. Then we can stop playing games and just enjoy ourselves." I said with a smile, as I sat down as well and took my drink.

Sheena laughed. "How did you know?"

"I'm terribly sorry, but I can't talk about an ongoing investigation." I said deadpan, making her laugh even more. Roberta looked confused.

"Sorry, Roberta," I said, "A little private joke... Sending a bodyguard to watch the Interpol agent seemed logical and I've seen you several times tonight. Also... the drunk guy didn't scare you, you're fit enough to be a police officer, you ordered the same drink as Sheena, who had just told me it was non-alcoholic... because she doesn't drink alcohol while on duty." I held up a hand. "I know it doesn't prove anything, but it did make it highly likely, that you were a police officer."

"And yet, you invited me over?" asked Roberta, causing me to shrug. "Why not? I haven't done anything illegal... Unlike Agent Rao here."

Sheena looked surprised. "I haven't done anything illegal!"

"I'm not an expert in law, but I'm pretty sure it should be illegal to be as hot as you are and not have a warning label." I said with a grin, making Roberta nod slightly before she stopped herself, and Sheena to look a little embarrassed, mumbling. "Smooth."

"Not really." I drank some of my drink. "But the look on your face was priceless."

Roberta laughed a little. "It was."

We spent some time talking about Malaga, with Roberta doing most of the talking since she was local and didn't mind sharing her knowledge about the city and the area with us. It was interesting, but not nearly as fun as messing with Sheena. For some reason she kept probing me and in self-defense, I filled the upper layer of my mind with images of the three of us having sex.

She was clearly not opposed to bedding a woman, because the imagery didn't make her stop, and as we talked and time went by, I could feel the lust emanate from her like an almost tangible thing, and somewhere back in my mind I started to ponder how to make it happen.

Unless Sheena had some hidden reservations, it was Roberta that was the stumbling block, as I doubted that I could seduce her. She didn't give off any signs of being interested in me, so any seduction had to come from Sheena and given that Roberta was on duty, that was highly unlikely.

Unless I gave her a little push in the right direction. Trying to influence Sheena was too risky, so instead I constructed a scenario in my head, where she seduced Roberta so she could get a threesome with both of us. That done, I projected lust into Roberta. As my ability to project emotions was completely natural, Sheena (or anyone else) wouldn't be able to detect it, making it safe to use.

Now I had done what I could, and the only thing left was to have fun and see where the night took us.

Unfortunately, it didn't really lead anywhere sexual. We did have fun, as we walked through a city that apparently didn't sleep during the summer months, as lot of people was out and about, drinking and having fun, but as both Sheena and Roberta had to go to work the next day, we had to break up earlier that I had hoped for, as they needed to get some sleep.

The only saving grace was that Sheena wanted to meet again, so we agreed to meet the nest evening instead and went each our own way.

Monday, 26th of June 2000, Malaga, Spain

Julian left early the next day, stating that he needed to arrange the last few things for the Irish Evening, so I had the whole day for myself, without knowing what to do with all that time.

However, as I passed the hotel's reception on my way back from breakfast, I spotted a folder called 'What to see in Malaga' and decided to go sightseeing.

It was quite fun taking the role of a tourist and I used most of the day to visit many of the museums in the city. Both the Archaeological museum and the roman theatre left me with mixed feelings. Both were beautiful sights, but as I clearly remembered having seen plays in the theatre when it was new, it was mostly just a ruin to me. I got the same mixed feelings in the museum, where I could remember using many of the things they had on display from Roman and Phoenician times.

One of the art museums was dedicated to an artist called Picasso. The paintings were technically exquisite, but to me they were extremely ugly, and it seemed like the artist had taken an unhealthy large dose of drugs, before he painted them. However, the couple that walked through most of the museum in front of me was delighted and clearly loved the art.

The paintings also showed the difference between a human and a Baylon mind. Though prone to being controlled by their emotions, humans had an imagination few Baylons could match. It was this imagination, that allowed them to make great discoveries in a short amount of time compared to Baylon, who had taken much longer coming up with new things and it was the same ability this Picasso had used to paint his feelings in a way no Baylon ever could. Including me. I can put different objects together, like I had done with drawing of Rita by the Nile, but I have a really hard time painting something I hadn't seen or at least had described in detail. Abstract art meant nothing to me, except as a combination of colours and shapes, but to humans it could be a work of great beauty.

The next museum was the museum of Fine Arts and that turned out to be fantastic, so I used a lot of time in there, just enjoying looking at the magnificent paintings, while forgetting everything else for a while.

I left the museum with the same feeling of peace inside as after a meditation and wandered around a bit, until I found a restaurant, where they served local food and a local band played traditional local music. The live music was a nice touch and the style reminded me of ancient middle eastern music, but that wasn't really a surprise as the museum had taught me, that the Arabs had ruled this part of Spain for a long time.

At first, I ate alone, but the locals were friendly people and started talking to me, making gentle fun of the American Spanish, I had learned from Rita. Apparently, there were many differences in how you said things and most of them were funny for the locals.

I was in the middle of a chat about music with Rafe, one of the musicians, when there was a strange noise, and it took me a moment to realize that it was my phone ringing. I fumbled the phone open, but finally managed to push the right button. "Hello."

"Hey, it's Sheena."

"One second." I said and whispered, "I have to take this." in Spanish to the musician before I walked away from the noise. "Sorry about that... I was at a noisy restaurant."

Sheena chuckled. "No problem. Do you want company? I need to get out of here for a while and think of something else."

"Sure... I'm at a restaurant called..." I realized that I didn't know the name of the restaurant and turned around to look at the sign. "...Safya."

"I'll find it." She promised. "See you later."

"See you."

Rafe looked curious when I sat down again, so I just smiled and said "Women!", causing him to grin widely, take up his guitar and launch into a love song. The rest of the restaurant fell in with surprising ease and speed.

Laughing, I ordered a round to the whole bar when the song was over and then looked at the musician. "Funny, very funny."

Still smiling he shrugged. "We know the tourists here. Sun, good weather, wine and romance go together."

"That is true." I agreed and paid the waitress for the round when she delivered my glass of wine. Then I nodded at his guitar. "May I see your guitar?"

"Sure." He said and handed it over. It was a beautiful instrument, and the craftsmanship was excellent, but then again, I had discovered that most things were extremely well made in this age. At least when it came to the things people cared about and not the 'use and loose' items, that seemed to be everywhere.

"Do you play?" He asked, as I handed it back.

"Not the guitar." I admitted and nodded in the direction of another musician, who was using a stringed instrument that look a lot like a Babat, as the Persian version of the lute had been called. In fact, I haven't been in a culture, where they didn't have a version of the lute and the modern guitar was clearly the last branch of an ancient tree of similar stringed instruments. "But unless I'm mistaken, I can play that one."

Rafe looked pleasantly surprised. "You play the Oud?"

My vocabulary didn't include many musical instruments, so I just shrugged. "Something similar to that."

"This I want to hear." He chuckled and gestured at the other musician. "Santino, let Ivan here try your oud!"

The musical instrument was handed over and a moment later, I was sitting with it, while most of the restaurant was looking at me with curiosity written in their faces.

"I'll need a moment to test it." I said and plucked the strings a few times to find out how it was stringed. The neck of the instrument was a little longer than I was used to, resulting in slightly different placement of the fingers. Otherwise, it was surprisingly similar to my old lute that had turned to dust while I was in the trance.

Satisfied, I started to play a common festival song from the Persian Empire. Closing my eyes as I played, I could almost see the dancers as they whirled down the streets of Babylon and without even thinking about it, I drummed the rhythm with my foot on the floor. A moment later I was pleasantly surprised as the drummer fell in flawlessly. Opening my eyes, I smiled to him and got an approving nod back.

I slowly increased the rhythm until I could switch to another and faster melody.

That proved to be a popular move, as several of the guests started to dance in the limited space between the tables. As before, the drummer fell in as soon as he was sure of the rhythm.

Still playing, I leaned over to Rafe and asked, "Can you play the one you played just before you took a break?"

He nodded with a smile and as soon as I had finished playing, he started the melody. After a few moments, I fell in and the same did the drummer. It was fun, and everybody seemed to like it as they sang along with the music, just as they had done in the Irish Pub the day before. The guests applauded as we finished, and the waitress brought us wine someone had ordered for us.

Rafe poked me with a foot and whispered. "Either those two women are really interested in you, or your woman from the phone has arrived."

Turning my head, I discovered Sheena and Roberta was standing just outside the railing that separated the restaurant from the sidewalk, watching us with amusement. However, compared to the day before, they looked more relaxed, like something had taken an edge off.

It took me a moment to recognize the feel of it, but when I did, I had to hide a smile. It was the feeling some women emitted when they have had an orgasm recently and judging from the glances Roberta send at Sheena, I had no doubt that the two of them had ended up together after they had left me.

"Hey." I said with a smile and waved them over before I handed the Oud back to its owner.

A moment later, they were sitting at the table, each with a class of cold soda in their hands.

"You look like you're having a good time." Sheena remarked after I had introduced them to the rest of the table.

"Oh yes." I agreed wholeheartedly. "Fabulous weather, nice people around me, good food, chilled wine, music and two beautiful women next to me. It doesn't get much better that this."

Rafe laughed at that and said in broken English. "You, my friend, have your priorities right."

"Well, considering that you guys are sitting here, that goes for you too." I chuckled and repeated the trick from the day before, as I filled my thoughts with erotic scenarios for Sheena to study, while projecting lust into Roberta.

The timing was excellent, as I felt Sheena subconsciously probing me again. Though hard to see due to her skin-color, she blushed and hurriedly drank from her glass.

With a slight smile, I switched to Spanish as I asked Rafe to play some dance music, before I dragged a protesting, but smiling, Sheena onto the floor for a dance.

We spend a good amount of time at the restaurant, dancing, singing, and having a good time, and I could feel the two women getting more and more turned on as time went by.

"Can we get out of here?" Whispered Sheena to me as we were on the dance floor once again.

"Aren't you having fun?" I whispered back with a chuckle, as I pulled her a bit closer.

She hesitated for a moment, but then surprised me by kissing my neck and saying. "Yes, I am, but to be honest, I really want you."

"Sharing pleasure with you would be awesome, but what about Roberta?"

Sheena sent me a smile. "She's gay and she wants me. Do you mind if she joins us... even if you can't touch her?"

That made me laugh softly. "No. That just makes you the center of a threesome, and I can live with that."

She sent me a dazzling smile. "Bonzer! I'll go tell Roberta that we're getting out of here."

Before she could walk off, I tightened my grip around her slim waist. "Bonzer? What does that mean?"

"Oh, it's Australian for 'awesome' or fantastic." She grinned and slipped out of my grip. "I need to talk with Roberta, but then we're getting out of here. I have an hotel room we can use."

After we had excused ourselves and walked out of the restaurant, Sheena led us to a hotel called Fuengirola, radiating lust all the way.

Since I had no idea what agreement, she had made with Roberta, I didn't have a clue about how this was going to go down, but as soon as we entered her hotel room, she turned around, threw her arms around me, and gave me a passionate kiss.

I kissed her back with equal passion, kissing her hard, my tongue darting in between her lips, which caused her to groan. Reaching down, I got a hand under her dress and slid it along her soft thighs until I found her panties.

"Wow..." I heard Roberta mumble behind me. "That went fast."

Without breaking the kiss, Sheena placed her right leg on the bed, giving me free access to her.

I located the rim of her panties and slipped my hand under them, finding a warm and soaked pussy under it. Sheena moaned as I toyed with my fingers between her lips and then groaned into my mouth when I pushed two fingers into her.

The rustle of clothes behind me, told me that Roberta was taken at least some of her clothes off, but I ignored it and turned my attention back to the lovely Indian-Australian in my arms.

Sheena fingers dug into my T-shirt the moment I started to wriggle my fingers inside her and when I started to move them in and out, she moaned with satisfaction with each move.

Her finger left my T shirt, found my trousers, opened them, and pulled down, freeing my stiff cock. Another hand joined the first, as she caressed it, running her fingers along the shaft, while the fingers on the other hand made circle around the rim of the head.

It felt heavenly and prompted me to move faster. Finding the pleasure zone just behind her pubic bone, I started to give it a hard rub, making her shiver and shake with each move as her wet pussy squeezed my fingers.

Breaking the kiss, she leaned her head against my chest, breathing heavily. "Fuck, you're making me come!"

"Too soon." I stated with a smile and gently removed my fingers from her. "You're still wearing clothes."

She sent me a 'you got to be kidding me' stare, but that didn't stop me from taking off her clothes as fast as I could, short of using powers and a few moments later, she was laying on the edge of the bed, with her legs over the side.

Kneeling by the bed, I caressed her silken legs, letting my hand slide over the soft skin, until they reached her pussy, where I gently stroked the outer lips from top to bottom, spreading her juices even more and making the whole area slippery.

My head followed the hands, as I placed my mouth on her clitoris and gently licked, testing to see if she was too sensitive for that kind of treatment. She wasn't, as she moaned loudly and spread her legs further, inviting me to continue. Slipping two fingers inside her, I made my tongue stiffer and licked harder, as my fingertips found her internal pleasure center and gave it a good rubbing.

Her hips buckled a few times until I got the rhythm right and then she relaxed a bit, lost in the pleasure. She tasted good, smelled even better, and felt fantastic around my fingers, so I took my time licking and fingering her, unhurriedly enjoying her.

"Can I join now?" Asked Roberta, causing me to nod, which in turn made Sheena's hips buckle again as the nod made my tongue slide directly over her clitoris.

I looked at the Spanish police officer, as she crawled onto the bed. As I had noticed before, she was fit and lean, with very little padding on her body. However, she did have a tight little ass and a pair of small, well-shaped breasts to go with the equally well-shaped legs. I might not be able to touch her, but at least I could enjoy the sight of her.

A sight that became even better when Roberta lowered her head over one of Sheena's breast. Her tongue swirled around one areola until she flicked the puckered nipple with the tip of her tongue. Then the nipple disappeared into Roberta's mouth and while I couldn't see what she was doing, Sheena moaned and took hold of the bedspread in response.

With a slight smile, I picked up the pace a little, trying to find the same rhythm Roberta was using. At first, I went a little too fast, so I lowered the pace again and then I was licking and driving my dingers in and out of Sheena's wet pussy at the same pace as Roberta was using in tongue.

Roberta smiled against the breast and then let go of it, licking her way to the other breast to give it the same treatment.

It was an arousing sight, and I lowered my pace to give the Spanish woman time to have some fun, while we slowly dragged Sheena towards an orgasm.

We both kept the pace for a while, but then I sensed that Sheena really wanted to come and remover my head from her tasty pussy just long enough to say, "Faster now." to Roberta, before I dived back in.

Now it was her turn to nod and we both went faster, licking, kissing and fingering the sexy Indian-Australian, while our free hands roamed all over her body, groping and caressing every part of it that we could reach.

Sheena started to buckle her hips again, shaking with pleasure and I knew it wouldn't be long before she reached the orgasm, so I sucked her clitoris into my mouth and flicked it with a firm tongue. That did it. With a gasp, she twisted one last time and then howled as pleasure overtook her, and her body shook with several powerful spasms.

Roberta and I exchanged satisfied smiles. Then I stood and took off my shirt. "Sit on her face, while I undress."

If she had any objections to being ordered around, she hid them well as the smile became wider and with a nod she crawled up to Sheena's head, placed a leg on each side and leaned her hands against the wall before she lowered herself enough for Sheena to lick her pussy.

By the time she had done that, I had undressed and was rolling on a condom, admiring the sight before me. Sheena's lovely light-brown body laying on the bed, the legs spread out, giving me a free view of her wet pussy. My eyes roamed over her flat stomach to her well-shaped breasts, that were firm enough to be perky, even when she was laying on her back.

As I had noticed before, Roberta had a spectacular ass and since she was sitting on Sheena's face with her back towards me, I was able to enjoy the sight, as I kneeled between Sheena's legs and placed the head of my hard dick right at the slick opening of her pussy. Taking hold of her hips, I made the head disappear inside her with a gentle thrust. Her pussy was tight, but silky smooth as I pushed inside her. I stopped halfway, and then reversed direction, pulling almost all of the way out, her juices making the condom even more slick.

Sheena groaned into Roberta's pussy and I could see her jaw move. Whatever she was doing, it clearly worked, because Roberta moaned in return.

I pressed back in, slowly but surely going deeper than before, and then out. On the third stroke, I pushed all the way, until I reached bottom. I paused there for a few heartbeats, enjoying the feeling of her inner muscles contracting in pulses around my dick, but then I started to fuck her in a slow, measured pace, that wouldn't interfere too much with her licking Roberta. The pulses intensified and Sheena came again, groaning into Roberta's pussy.

It wasn't a big an orgasm as the one before, so I continued to fuck her through the orgasm and in return Sheena reached around Roberta's leg and stuffed two fingers into the Spaniards pussy, finger fucking her.

"Shiiiit!" breathed Roberta and ground the pussy against Sheena's mouth.

Enjoying the sight in front of me, I picked up the pace. To my pleasant surprise, Sheena followed suit, increasing the speed of her hand to match mine, while her mouth worked furiously. Roberta started to shake and moan almost continually, and I guessed it wouldn't take long before she came.

Wanting them both to come at the same time, I moved a hand from Sheena's hips to her pussy and started to play with her clitoris, drawing circles on top of it with my thump. Her muscles shivered, clenched, and contracted, adding to the pleasure of us both.

It still felt like Roberta would reach her orgasm first, so I decided to change the position and removed my hands from her hip and pussy, took hold of her legs and lifted them up, bending Sheena in half, as her knees almost touched her shoulders. I didn't detect any discomfort with the position in her, so with a smile I said. "Catch!" to Roberta.

The Spanish police officer looked over her shoulder, saw the legs in the air and grabbed them for support, instead of using the wall, freeing my hands again.

With a smile, I returned a hand to Sheena's pussy to play with the clitoris again. The new angle allowed me to hit her internal pleasure point every time my dick went into her, so I started to fuck her with short, hard strokes, making her magnificent breasts wobble and bounce with every thrust.

A moment later Roberta came with a cute little shriek. A heartbeat later, Sheena followed, screaming her orgasm into Roberta's pussy as her whole body shook.

I removed the thump from her clitoris, but kept fucking her, enjoying the way her pussy clenched my hard dick while she came.

"Break!" Sheena finally called and with a chuckle I pulled out of her and took a few steps back, so I could sit in the room's chair, admiring the two sexy women as they untangled and lay down on the bed next to each other.

"Fuck, that was wild." Breathed Sheena, still gasping for air.

" Si " Roberta agreed with a grin on her face and switched to her accented English as she continued. "Very ...ehh... arousing."

"Not as arousing as this." Declared Sheena and moved over, so she could kiss and caress Roberta.

I had to agree with her. Seeing two well-shaped women pleasure each other somehow never got old. Not even after hundreds of years. With a smile, I walked over to what looked like a small refrigerator and after discovering that it was indeed a refrigerator, I took out three cold bottles of water and opened one before I sat down in the chair again, content with watching the show. At least for now.

The two women haven't been idle while I was getting water and I watched as Roberta lay Sheena down on the bed and buried her head between the Indian-Australian's legs. Sheena gasped and leaned her head back on the bed to enjoy the treatment. Seeing her muscles twitch every time Roberta's tongue touched her clitoris, was a joy to watch.

The water bottle was halfway empty, when Sheena looked over at me and begged me to come closer. I did and without hesitation, she ripped of the condom, before taking my hard dick into her mouth and began sucking and licking. It wasn't the best blow job I had received, but in her defense, only part of her attention was on the job, because Roberta was evidently driving her wild with her mouth, causing her to buck and twitch, which threw off her rhythm.

Not that I was about to complain, since it was good and because the position allowed me to play with Sheena's breasts, teasing her nipples as I happily fondled her.

After another orgasm, Sheena had me lay down on the bed, gave me a new condom on and impaled herself on my cock. Roberta managed to take place on my legs, so she could kiss Sheena and play with her breasts, as the Interpol agent rode my cock.

Somehow, Sheena managed to get a hand between Roberta's legs and started to play with the Spaniards clitoris, but Roberta simply returned the favour, and it didn't take long before the room was filled with groans and moans, including mine. Sheena had started slow, simply shifting her hips back and forth, but as Roberta went to work, she picked up the pace, moving her hips in small circles, which I guessed was as much due to Roberta's fingers as my pleasure.

With all the pleasure we were giving and receiving it couldn't last forever, but none of us were in a hurry and it felt like a long time before Roberta came with a small scream. As soon as the Spanish Police officer let herself fall on the bed, Sheena placed her hands on my legs and picked up the speed as she fucked me expertly.

"Come!" She demanded with a gasp.

"Close." I managed to grunt.

That was really all she needed, as she came in another orgasm, her body jerking on top of me. That felt so awesome, that I erupted into the condom a few heartbeats later.

Sheena let herself fall on the bed, again gasping for air, so I took off the condom, got out of the bed and fetched the water bottles, giving them one each.

"Thank... you." Sheena managed to say, before drinking half the bottle in one go. Then she leaned back again and was about to say something, when a strange keening sound interupted her.

"Shit!" She mumbled and hurriedly crawled over to her clothes and took up a cell phone. "Sheena."

She listened and nodded to herself. "Okay. I'll be there in half an hour. See you."

Then she closed the phone and sighed. "Sorry, but I need to go to work."

I accepted that with a nod. "Disappointing, but I guess it can't be helped."

Sheena lifted an eyebrow. "Not curious?"

"Immensely, but you won't talk about an ongoing investigation, so I might as well not ask."

That made her chuckle. "Fast learner."

"I try."

Roberta almost sprang out of the bed. "We need to bathe before we leave. We smell of sex!" She sent me a smile. "And thank you, Ivah."

"For what?" I asked, slightly puzzled. "I didn't do anything to you, that was all Sheena."

The smile turned into a grin. "Exactly. I though I would have to give you a warning at some point, but you kept your word and thank you for that."

Not really knowing what to say, I managed to utter a weak. "Thank you."

"Sorry to interrupt." Said Sheena, also smiling. "But we're really in a hurry now." She walked towards a door. "Are you coming?"

After a hurried, but rather pleasant, bath, we left the room and said our goodbyes.

"When are you going home?" Asked Sheena after we had hugged. Then she chuckled. "That came out wrong. What I'm really asking is if there's a chance that we can meet again."

I thought it over. "I honestly don't know when I'm leaving right now, but just give me a call. You have my number."

"I will." She said with a smile. "See you later, Ivan."

I returned the smile. "I certainly hope so."

They walked off and I was about to do the same, when I realized that I had forgotten my phone in Sheena's room. With a sigh, I walked back and persuaded a cleaning lady to let me into the room, though she waited just outside to make sure I didn't take anything.

I found the phone in the chair where I had dropped my clothes and was pocketing it, when I spotted the used condom on the bedside table. It most likely wouldn't do Roberta's reputation any good if the cleaning lady thought that Spanish Police officer had sex with both a man and a woman. Sheena and I would leave, but Roberta had to live here. Taking a decision, I pocketed the condom and used a cleaning Ars Mentalis trick to clean the room.

Feeling good about myself, I walked out of the room again, tipping the cleaning woman generously before walking back to my hotel.

With nothing else to do, I might as well just relax a little until Julian came back.