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                              "Alas, Eschiatos"
				   Part I
                             by Frank T. Gilson

	The waves of brownish water washed up against the old boat
launch. They brought bits of garbage and the occasional dead fish.
The pollution had gotten to the point where you really didn't have to
worry about seeing that anymore; No more fish.
	I can almost imagine one of them. A fish, lost, perhaps
wandering, moving in from the ocean and into the bay. Then, disoriented
by the chemical spills, deliberate dumping, and poisoned runoff it
swims here, then there, ending in this side channel. Almost like an
unprotected man running through the city streets as the acid rains
rip at his exposed flesh, searing his eyes. 
	Enough morose thoughts, the task at hand was to try to convince
the harbor authority to dredge the channel for a body. A body I knew
had to be there. I'd been told about it.
			 	   * * *
	"Agent, I... I don't want to waste your time."
	She was pretty, for a street kid. Too bad she hadn't been born
in the right place. She'd be studying something supposedly important
in some supposedly good high school right now if she had.
	"I can't pay you for any information you might supply. That's
currently against the law."
	I hate stupid laws. This is one of them. They keep making it
harder for me to do my job. When I need information, I have to dig
for it. Sometimes I have to tear it loose.
	"I... I saw something... I don't want any trouble."
	She looked around, suddenly frightened. I walked two steps
over to my car and opened the passenger door.
	"Get in, miss. We'll go somewhere safe. Don't worry, I'm
trained to serve and protect."
	I figured she'd respond to the strong savior type, the kind
of policeman that had long vanished from these streets. She got into
my car. I glanced around casually and walked to the driver's side door.
It opened, I keep waiting for it to betray me, I have that irrational
fear about machines.
	"I'll take you to the Federal Building. We'll use a conference
room. It will be completely confidential."
	At a push of a button the car started up. When the rains had
finally gotten out of hand we switched to electric cars; some weak
attempt to make amends. Maybe if we'd done that earlier things would
be better.
	I pulled away from the curb.
				   * * *
	"I don't care who you are! We can't get a massive piece of
equipment in here on short notice just 'cause you say!"
	The harbor authority man wasn't cooperating. He wanted what
everyone else wanted: Good pay, Little work. I put my hand on his
shoulder. I squeezed. I enjoyed myself.
	"Under the federal agent empowerment act of 2019 I am justified
in making certain demands. This is one of them. I don't have time to 
have my people talk to your people."
	He squirmed. Good thing he didn't know the law. With a cold
stare and a steel grip I backed him up to the wall.
	"You can help me... or hinder me. It's your choice. I could
help you out. Think about it."
	I pulled a wad of money out of my trenchcoat. I always made
sure it was never more than a couple of hundred. I put it in his
jumpsuit's breast pocket. He smiled.
	"That's more like it, mister. I think I could divert a
dredger in here. What exactly did you say you wanted to find?"
				   * * *
	The girl and I arrived at the Federal Building. I remember
when it had been new construction. I was a small boy. It was the
tallest building around. It had shone with the glow of sunlight off glass
and steel. Now it wasn't like that. Yes, it still towered above most
other buildings. No, it didn't shine. Before being coated to resist
the more virulent, recent, rains, it had been pitted and pockmarked
by hard years in the open. Whole beams of steel were blackened. Like
a monument to our new society, it thrust, unclean, up into the smog.
	"I'm going to drive us into the parking facility. We'll
exit the car and immediately enter the elevator. Once inside the
building, match my pace and follow me from behind my right shoulder.
Do not say a thing, and don't make eye contact with anyone."
	She looked startled; and puzzled.
	"But... this is where all the fedcops are. I don't understand."
	Oh my, not just pretty, not just a street kid, she was
fairly naive as well. This was going to be fun.
	"Look, just because someone's a fedcop doesn't make them
clean. If you follow my instructions implicitly, no one should
remember exactly what you look like."
	Her eyes widened and she drew back from me.
	"What... What if you're not clean?"
	I chuckled, probably unfair of me but I liked the reaction
it drew. I put a hand on her shoulder and smiled.
	"Then you are already dead. But trust me, you have no
other choice."
	I got out of the car, walked around to her door, and let her
out. She followed me just as I'd asked. We got to the most central
elevator and I selected the twelfth floor. My desk was there,
with a hopefully unused room nearby.
	The elevator rose uneventfully, no one else got on. We
left and moved, through a sea of desks, to mine. Only a few
agents were there. We didn't draw too many stares.
	"Sit in the chair while I get a visitor's pass."
	She sat down, facing the desk. I leaned over her left
shoulder and activated my terminal. After the retinal scan the
command line came up. I keyed in a request for the pass, then
checked to see if a nearby conference room was available. I
found one and had the computer key the palm plate on the door
to that room for my print only. The printer soundlessly activated
and the visitor's pass was soon finished. I picked it up and
fastened it onto her shirt, just above her left breast.
	"Now follow me. We can talk privately in a room near
here."
				   * * *
	"I need the dredge so I can find a body. I have information
that places it here, in this channel."
	The harbor authority attendant smiled again. He probably
got a kick out of the whole thing. Dredging up this body would
make his whole week.
	He punched up a code on his belt terminal, summoning a
dredge. It would probably take a few minutes. I drowned out his
mindless chatter about sports teams with thoughts about what
that body would look like. About a week in this water wouldn't
do anybody any good.
	Those few minutes later the dredge slowly moved towards
us. It just fit into the channel, but then they were designed for
that. It had a huge suction tube that could touch bottom. It
had large, rotary brushes to stir up the muck and a screen to
stop larger items, like bodies, from being sucked into it.
	"Here's your dredge, mister. Where do we start?"
	I though back to what she'd said.
	"Start dredging about ten meters before this boat launch,
and dredge until about ten meters after."
				   * * *
	I walked to the empty conference room with her following.
I pushed my hand against the palm plate, opening the door. I
motioned her in ahead of me and took a last look around. No one
was paying us any particular interest. The lights had come on
with the opening of the door. I dimmed them somewhat. I can't stand
illumination that's too bright.
	"Sit down here, miss, and see if you can tell me why
you contacted me."
	She sat and shifted uncomfortably in her seat. I stood
in front of her chair, just a few feet away.
	"I... I saw somebody get killed. The word on the street 
said you were the guy to call, that you care about the law. I
figured I'd probably get found, and found is killed."
	She looked into my eyes as she said that last bit, trying
a sympathy play. I don't normally fall for that, but when a pretty
girl who doesn't have a home to go to does that, I listen.
	"You've gotta take care of me, agent. I can tell you
where the body was dumped, who he was, and who dumped him. What
can you do for me?"
	She wasn't as naive as I had first thought. These days
everyone was looking out for number one, even naive girls.
	"You can stay in my apartment until I sort all of this
out. With the information you give me I should be able to make
some arrests."
	She smiled at the mention of my apartment. She leaned
forward in the chair.
	"I suppose you want more than information from me? Or
do you feel that your apartment is the only safe place?"
	I had to laugh. Sure I was attracted to her, but even I
hadn't consciously thought about using her for sex. I began to.
She was frowning.
	"Would it be so bad to fuck me... agent... Don't think
I don't know what I'm doing. You learn a lot, fast, out there."
	Her hands moved up from her lap to her jacket. She arched
her back and slipped it off her shoulders, displaying her breasts.
I admit I'm a sucker for a good pair of breasts. I was hard and
ready to go right there. I decided to see if she was serious.
	I put my hands under her arms and lifted her up onto the
conference room table. I spread her legs apart with one of mine and
moved into the space between them. My hands slid, almost by 
themselves, down to her breasts. She moaned, and eyes closed, 
leaned back supporting herself against the table with her hands.
	"Ohhh... yes... touch me there. Protect me and I'll do
anything... Ohh... anything."
	I liked the sound of that. I slid a hand down from breast
to abdomen, from abdomen to crotch and began to work on her cunt
through her pants. She wrapped her legs around me as best she
could and thrust up against my hand.
	"Fuck me... Strip me and FUCK ME..."
	At those words I almost lost control. I usually don't but
something about her, about the place we were in, made me. With the
hand that was fondling her breast I ripped her flimsy shirt off
her. She gasped and opened her eyes. I used that free hand, moved
behind her back, to pull her closer. My mouth found its way to a
nipple. I bit her.
	"Ow... No, stop, don't hurt me like that!"
	She pulled away, arms covering her breasts, an angry look
in her eyes.
	"If you don't like it, you can go back out on the street."
	I never apologize. I'm perfectly capable of realizing I
did something wrong and avoiding it in the future, but I never
apologize.
	"You wouldn't do that. I'd be killed!"
	I reached out and grabbed a leg by the ankle and pulled
her to me. I grabbed the other ankle.
	"I'll try not to hurt you again. Now what was it you said
about doing anything for me?"
	She forced down her anger and gave me a half hearted smile.
She took her arms away from her breasts and leaned back again. I
pulled her legs apart and drew her farther forward. Her pants
had a simple velcro closure. I knelt down and pulled it open with
my teeth. Stepping back, I pulled them off her. She was finally
revealed to me. She could use a good bath. Some make up and hair
styling would do wonders, but all of the potential for beauty was
there. I moved forward, put my hands on her hips, and knelt down
again. I licked her pussy. She jumped. I took this as an
invitation to dive right in.
	I pressed my shoulders against her thighs as I slid my
hands up to cup her breasts. I licked her outer lips, then paid
some attention to her clit.
	"Ohhhh.... Oh God.... I can't... I can't stand it!"
	Her hips started to try to buck up in rhythm with my
licks, but the way I had her thighs pinned she couldn't really
move. With one hand I started to pinch and twist a nipple. I 
brought the other hand down to assist my mouth. As I licked her
clit I slipped my middle finger into her pussy. I thrust that
finger in and out, in and out. I stopped licking her clit and
looked up at her face. She was smiling for real now. I got back
to work.
	"If you like this, little girl, how about this!"
	Pulling my one finger out, I thrust three into her. I
started gently nibbling her clit. I pumped my fingers in her
as fast as I could.
	"Uh... Oh... I'm gonna cum... I'm cumming!"
	She started to shake and she lay back against the table,
legs around my head. Her juices flowed freely over my hand. I
slowed and stopped as her orgasm subsided, pulled my fingers out
of her, and put them up to her mouth.
	She eagerly licked them clean, not meeting my eyes. I
unzipped my pants and dropped them to the floor. My cock bulged
against the restraint of my shorts. They quickly went the way
of my pants. I slid her back a bit on the table and got up on
it, kneeling between her legs. She wrapped them around me. I
grabbed one of her wrists in each of my hands and leaned
forward until my full weight was pressing down on her and her
arms were pressed to the table, back behind her head.
	"Stick it in me! I know you want to... God, fuck me...
Please fuck me!"
	She wasn't pretending now. I slid into her. It was like
sliding into velvet. It was as near heaven as this sorry soul
would ever likely get. I moved forward and back, not sliding
much out of her but using a rocking motion, grinding hard against
her clit and her hips. She moved with me, not a passive observer
but a willing participant. Her breasts, nipples hard, pushed
against my chest.
	"Oh yes... Oh God... Oh yes... Oh godddddddd"
	I silenced her with my mouth, my tongue searching out
hers. We sparred, tongues fighting one another. I bit her lip,
not too hard, but I bit it and held it between my teeth. I
began to slide part way out of her and then slam back in. As
I did that I slowly chewed her lip.
	"Mmmmmmm.... Oooooooo...."
	The way her back was arching, by the look in her eyes,
I knew she'd cum soon. I wasn't ready to cum yet but I had
another plan. I drew back from her face, letting her lip go,
because I wanted to see her eyes when she came. I wanted to
see that look.
	"Ohh, Ohh, Ohh... Ohhhhhhh Yessss."
	She shuddered as she came, pushing against me, clasping
me hard with her legs. I released her wrists and sat up, sliding
out of her and moving back off the table. She lay there, contented.
	"I'm not finished with you. Turn over."
	She looked startled.
	"Wha... What?"
	I grabbed her ankles and turned her over. I pulled her
back until her hips were even with the table edge. I slopped
up some of the pussy juice that had pooled on the table and
wiped it on her asshole. I slipped a finger inside her ass.
	"No, I don't want it like that. I've never had it back
there. Please don't!"
	I chuckled. She'd come this far. Surely she didn't
think I would stop until I was finished. I removed my tie
and used it to fasten one of her ankles to a chair. I tied the
other using the remains of her ripped shirt.
	"It won't hurt. Trust me. You said 'anything', remember?"
	Seeing her tied like that gave me an idea. I took my
pants and tied one pant leg around her wrists, behind her
back, and the other pant leg over the light fixture. She was
slightly suspended off the table.
	My cock was still slick with her juices. I pushed the
head of it gently against her ass. She was tensing up. I got
nowhere.
	"Relax or I will hurt you. Ease up, get used to it."
	To get her in the mood again I started rubbing her
clit. I slipped a couple of fingers in her pussy. After
she started moaning again I pulled out the fingers and slipped
them in her ass, pushing in and pulling out. When I judged she
was ready, I positioned myself again.
	I slid the head of my cock into her ass. Slowly, inch
by inch, the remainder of it went into her. She groaned, she
twisted in her bonds. I stopped playing with her clit and slid
those fingers into her cunt. With one hand on her hip steadying
her, I thrust in and out, in and out.
	Her ass was tight. Her pussy had been velvet, this was
steel. With each thrust I could almost feel myself getting harder.
With each thrust she let out a gasp. With each thrust I pumped
my fingers into her pussy.
	I could feel my orgasm building. I could feel the cum
boiling in my balls, the pressure threatening to make them
burst. With a yell I let loose inside of her, hot torrents of
cum flooding her insides.
	Totally spent, I slipped out of her and sat down, my
head in my hands, trying to recover some composure. I got
up and untied her. I put my clothes back on and motioned for
her to do the same.
	"But my shirt is ruined! Somebody'll see me!"
	She couldn't be modest, not after fucking me like
that, someone she didn't know at all.
	"Wear my suit jacket over your jacket. That'll cover you.
You still haven't told me what I brought you here to tell me."
	I tapped a signal into the wall terminal for a cleaning
droid to come clean up our mess. I took the tape recorder out
of my trenchcoat pocket and turned it on.
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