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　gotten　all　the　action　he　wanted；　Nomuri　thought　quickly。　Then　he　smiled。
　〃I　guessed　right　on　the　size。〃
　〃Yes；　and　it　feels　wonderful；　like　a　second　skin；　smooth　and　silky。〃　Every　woman　has　it；　Nomuri　realized：　the　ability　to　smile　and；　regardless　of　the　exterior；　show　the　woman　within；　often　a　perfect　woman；　full　of　tenderness　and　desire；　demureness　and　coquetry；　and　all　you　had　to　do。。。
　。。。his　hand　came　out　and　touched　her　face　as　gently　as　his　slight　shaking　allowed。　What　the　hell　was　this？　he　demanded　of　himself。　Shaking？　James　Bond's　hands　never　shook。　This　was　the　time　when　he　was　supposed　to　scoop　her　up　in　his　arms　and　stride　in　a　masterful　way　off　to　the　bed；　there　to　possess　her　like　Vince　Lombardi　taking　over　a　football　team；　like　George　Patton　leading　an　attack。　But　for　all　his　triumphal　anticipation　of　this　moment；　things　were　different　from　what　he'd　expected。　Whoever　or　whatever　Ming　was；　she　was　giving　herself　to　him。　There　was　no　more　in　her　than　that　…　that　was　all　she　had。　And　she　was　giving　it　to　him。
　He　bent　his　head　down　to　kiss　her；　and　there　he　caught　the　scent　of　the　Dream　Angel　perfume；　and　somehow　it　suited　the　moment　perfectly。　Her　arms　came　around　him　sooner　than　he'd　expected。　His　hands　replicated　her　gesture；　and　he　found　that　her　skin　was　smooth；　like　oiled　silk；　and　his　hands　rubbed　up　and　down　of　their　own　accord。　He　felt　something　strange　on　his　chest　and　looked　down　to　see　her　small　hands　undoing　his　buttons；　and　then　her　eyes　looked　into　his；　and　her　face　was　no　longer　plain。　He　unbuttoned　his　own　cuffs；　and　she　forced　his　shirt　off；　down　his　back；　then　lifted　his　T…shirt　over　his　head　or　tried　to；　for　her　arms　were　too　short　to　make　it　quite　all　the　way　…　and　then　he　hugged　her　tighter；　feeling　the　silklike　artificial　fibers　of　her　new　bra　rub　on　his　hairless　chest。　It　was　then　that　his　hug　became　harder；　more　insistent；　and　his　kiss　harder　on　her　mouth；　and　he　took　her　face　in　his　hands　and　looked　hard　into　her　dark；　suddenly　deep　eyes；　and　what　he　saw　was　woman。
　Her　hands　moved　and　unfastened　his　belt　and　slacks；　which　fell　to　his　ankles。　He　nearly　fell　himself　when　he　moved　one　leg；　but　Ming　caught　him　and　both　laughed　a　little　as　he　lifted　his　feet　clear　of　his　loafers　and　the　slacks；　and　with　that　they　both　took　a　step　toward　the　bed。　Ming　took　another　and　turned；　displaying　herself　for　him。　He'd　underestimated　the　girl。　Her　waist　was　a　full　four　inches　slimmer　than　he'd　thought　…　must　be　the　damned　boiler　suit　she　wore　to　work；　Nomuri　thought　at　once　…　and　her　breasts　filled　the　bra　to　perfection。　Even　the　awful　haircut　seemed　right　just　now；　somehow　fitting　the　amber　skin　and　slanted　eyes。
　What　came　next　was　both　easy　and　very；　very　hard。　Nomuri　reached　out　to　her　side；　pulling　her　close；　but　not　too　close。　Then　he　let　his　hand　wander　across　her　chest；　for　the　first　time　feeling　her　breast　through　the　gossamer　fabric　of　the　bra；　at　the　same　time　watching　her　eyes　closely　for　a　reaction。　There　was　little　of　that；　though　her　eyes　did　seem　to　relax；　perhaps　even　smile　just　a　little　at　his　touch；　and　then　came　the　obligatory　next　step。　With　both　hands；　he　unfastened　the　front　closure　of　the　bra。　Instantly　Ming's　hands　dropped　to　cover　herself。　What　did　that　mean？　the　CIA　officer　wondered；　but　then　her　hands　dropped　and　she　pulled　him　to　her；　and　their　bodies　met　and　his　head　came　down　to　kiss　her　again；　and　his　hands　slid　the　bra　straps　off　her　arms　and　onto　the　floor。　There　was　little　left　to　be　done；　and　both；　so　it　seemed；　advanced　with　a　bination　of　lust　and　fear。　Her　hands　went　down　and　loosened　the　elastic　band　of　his　briefs；　with　her　eyes　now　locked　on　his；　and　this　time　she　smiled；　a　for…real　smile　that　made　him　blush；　because　he　was　as　ready　as　he　needed　to　be；　and　then　her　hands　pushed　down　on　the　briefs；　and　all　that　left　was　his　socks；　and　then　it　was　his　turn　to　kneel　and　pull　down　on　the　red　silklike　panties。　She　kicked　them　loose　and　each　stood　apart　to　inspect　the　other。　Her　breasts　were　about　a　large　B；　Nomuri　thought；　the　nipples　brown　as　potting　soil。　Her　waist　was　not　nearly　model…thin；　but　a　womanly　contrast　with　both　the　hips　and　upper　body。　Nomuri　took　a　step　and　then　took　her　hand　and　walked　her　to　the　bed；　laying　her　down　with　a　gentle　kiss；　and　for　this　moment　he　was　not　an　intelligence　officer　for　his　country。
　
　
　
　
　　CHAPTER　10
　　Lessons　of　the　Trade
　　
　The　pathway　started　in　Nomuri's　apartment；　and　from　there　went　to　a　web　site　established　in　Beijing；　notionally　for　Nippon　Electric　pany；　but　the　site　had　been　designed　for　NEC　by　an　American　citizen　who　worked　for　more　than　one　boss；　one　of　whom　was　a　front　operated　by　and　for　the　Central　Intelligence　Agency。　The　precise　address　point　for　Nomuri's　e…mail　was　then　accessible　to　the　CIA's　Beijing　station　chief；　who；　as　a　matter　of　fact；　didn't　know　anything　about　Nomuri。　That　was　a　security　measure　to　which　he　would　probably　have　objected；　but　which　he　would　have　understood　as　a　characteristic　of　Mary　Patricia　Foley's　way　of　running　the　Directorate　of　Operations　…　and　besides　which；　Station　Beijing　hadn't　exactly　covered　itself　with　glory　in　recruiting　senior　PRC　officials　to　be　American　agents…in…place。
　The　message　the　station　chief　downloaded　was　just　gibberish　to　him；　scrambled　letters　that　might　as　easily　have　been　typed　by　a　chimpanzee　in　return　for　a　bunch　of　bananas　at　some　research　university；　and　he　took　no　note　of　it；　just　super…encrypting　on　his　own　in…house　system　called　TAPDANCE　and　cross…loading　it　to　an　official　government　munications　network　that　went　to　a　munications　satellite；　to　be　downloaded　at　Sunnyvale；　California；　then　uploaded　yet　again；　and　downloaded　at　Fort　Belvoir；　Virginia；　across　the　Potomac　River　from　Washington；　D。C。　From　there　the　message　went　by　secure　fiber…optic　landline　to　CIA　headquarters　at　Langley；　and　then　first　of　all　into　Mercury；　the　Agency's　munications　center；　where　the　Station　Beijing　super…encryption　was　stripped　away；　revealing　the　original　gibberish；　and　then　cross…loaded　one　last　time　to　Mrs。　Foley's　personal　puter　terminal；　which　was　the　only　one　with　the　encryption　system　and　daily　key…selection　algorithm　for　the　counterpart　system　on　Chet　Nomuri's　laptop；　which　was　called　INTERCRYPT。　MP　was　doing　other　things　at　the　time；　and　took　twenty　minutes　to　log　into　her　own　system　and　note　the　arrival　of　a　SORGE　message。　That　piqued　her　interest　at　once。　She　executed　the　mand　to　decrypt　the　message；　and　got　gibberish；　then　realized　（not　for　the　first　time）　that　Nomuri　was　on　the　other　side　of　the　date　line；　and　had　therefore　used　a　different　key　sequence。　So；　adjust　the　date　for　tomorrow。。。　and；　yes！　She　printed　a　hard　copy　of　the　message　for　her　husband；　and　then　saved　the　message　to　her　personal　hard　drive；　automatically　encrypting　it　along　the　way。　From　there；　it　was　a　short　walk　to　Ed's　office。
　〃Hey；　baby；〃　the　DCI　said；　without　looking　up。　Not　too　many　people　walked　into　his　office　without　announcement。　The　news　had　to　be　good。　MP　had　a　beaming　smile　as　she　handed　the　paper　over。
　〃Chet　got　laid　last　night！〃　the　DDO　told　the　DCI。
　〃Am　I　supposed　to　break　out　a　cigar？〃　the　Director　of　Central　Intelligence　asked。　His　eyes　scanned　the　message。
　〃Well；　it's　a　step　forward。〃
　〃For　him；　maybe；〃　Ed　Foley　responded　with　a　twinkling　eye。　〃I　suppose　you　can　get　pretty　horny　on　that　sort　of　assignment；　though　I　never　had　that　problem　myself。〃　The　Foleys　had　always　worked　the　field　as　a　married　couple；　and　had　gone　through　The　Farm　together。　It　had　saved　the　senior　Foley　from　all　the　plications　that　James　Bond　must　have　encountered。
　〃Eddie；　you　can　be　such　a　mudge！〃
　That　made　the　DCI　look　up。　〃Such　a　what？〃
　〃Curmudgeon！〃　she　growled。　〃This　could　be　a　real　breakthrough。　This　little　chippy　is　personal　secretary　to　Fang　Gan。　She　knows　all　sorts　of　stuff　we　want　to　know。〃
　〃And　Chet　got　to　try　her　out　last　night。　Honey；　that's　not　the　same　thing　as　recruitment。　We　don't　have　an　agent…in…place　quite　yet；〃　he　reminded　his　wife。
　〃I　know；　I　know；　but　I　have　a　feeling　about　this。〃
　〃Woman's　intuition？〃　Ed　asked；　scanning　the　message　again　for　any　sordid　details；　but　finding　only　cold　facts；　as　though　The　Wall　Street　Journal　had　covered　the　seduction。　Well；　at　least　Nomuri　had　a　little　discretion。　No　rigid　quivering　rod　plunging　into　her　warm　moist　sheath　…　though　Nomuri　was　twenty…nine；　and　at　that　age　the　rod　tended　to　be　pretty　rigid。　Chet　was　from　California；　wasn't　he？　the　DCI　wondered。　So；　probably　not　a　virgin；　maybe　even　a　petent　lover；　though　on　the　first　time　with　anybody　you　mainly　wanted　to　see　if　the　pieces　fit　together　properly　…　they　always　did；　at　least　in　Ed　Foley's　experience；　but　you　still　wanted　to　check　and　see。　He　remembered　Robin　Williams's　takeoff　on　Adam　and　Eve；　〃Better　stand　back；　honey。　I　don't　know　how　big　this　thing　gets！〃　The　bination　of　careful　conservatism　and　out…of…control　wishful　thinking　mon　to　the　male　of　the　species。　〃Okay；　so；　what　are　you　going　to　reply？　'How　many　orgasms　did　the　two　of　you　have'？〃 〃God　damn　it；　Ed！〃　The　pin　in　the　balloon　worked；　the　DCI　saw。　He　could　almost　see　steam　ing　out　of　his　wife's　pretty　ears。　〃You　know　damned　well　what　I'm　going　to　suggest。　Let　the　relationship　blossom　and　ease　her　into　talking　about　her　job。　It'll　take　a　while；　but　if　it　works　it'll　be　worth　the　wait。〃
　And　if　it　doesn't　work；　it's　not　a　bad　deal　for　Chester；　Ed　Foley　thought。　There　weren't　many　professions　in　the　world　in　which　getting　sex　was　part　of　the　job　that　earned　you　promotions；　were　there？
　〃Mary？〃
　〃Yes；　Ed？〃
　〃Does　it　strike　you　as　a　little　odd　that　the　kid's　reporting　his　sex　life　to　us？　Does　it　make　you　blush　a　little？〃
　〃It　would　if　he　were　telling　me　face…to…face。　The　e…mail　method　is　best　for　this；　I　think。　Less　human　content。〃
　〃You're　happy　with　the　security　of　the　information　transfer？〃
　〃Yeah；　we've　been　through　this。　The　message　could　just　be　sensitive　business　information；　and　the　encryption　system　is　very　robust。　The　boys　and　girls　at　Fort　Meade　can　break　it；　but　it's　brute　force　every　time；　and　it　takes　up　to　a　week；　even　after　they　make　the　right　guesses　on　how　the　encryption　system　works。　The　PRC　guys　would　have　to　go　from　scratch。　The　trapdoor　in　the　ISP　wa