Elizabeth at War Ch. 06 - Remorse - Sex Stories

Elizabeth at War Ch. 06 - Remorse

... record?"

Terry laughed with them, then reported: "I have a couple of geeks working on this relational database thing you saw Elizabeth use today. A guy called Pete put it together, bright youngster. We have access, mostly legal, to almost all law enforcement systems, social security systems, drivers' licences. That as a basis. When we need something specific we can tap them. On a second level we have we have a team looking at integration mechanisms, how to identify and store relevant data. And then on the third level we are looking at an artificial intelligence system that predicts failures. Early days yet, but we discovered a little treasure trove of previously unreported security failures that had been swept under carpets, and that and the reported cases gives a nice beginning of a baseline. Stan, we now need to devise a link between your teams and mine that would allow them to exchange data without compromising either group."

Elizabeth smiled. "You guys seem to have been able to put together a lot. I feel sort of left behind. All I have are vague feelings, suggestions and allegations. I have been crouching over the computer for hours, my back is all cramped, and I have only suspicions to offer."

Stan shook his head. "Not so. I think it would turn out that you had the right instincts. We need to follow up, but you must guide us how to proceed."

She thought a little, then said: "Terry, if you promise to give me a special massage tonight, I will risk telling you ...

... guys what I think. Have you ever done this tantra massage, Jenny? If you would want to join us we can do it together. But I don't want to be indelicate. I intend letting Terry bring me to at least two orgasms, and then I am going to wring him dry. You don't have to join, and I do not want to implicate our friendship or working relationship, ok? Why I mention it was that Sunitra, while training me, was invited to do a tantric presentation to a group of swingers, a group of the economic highflyers in our area. It was interesting and rather empty of contents. It left me feeling totally sexed out, but emotionally dry, if you get my meaning. Terry was suggesting that we might ask her to trawl similar groups, set herself up as a listening post, try to identify patterns, that sort of thing."

Stan frowned. "The military mind at work, please forgive. I am going to have to think this through. Are you setting her up to be beaten and so on?"

"Never. But a tantric massage session, for instance, might be an entry to some of the private parties we have been hearing about. Areas where we would not normally go. She and Bill could well develop a marketing strategy as a team to get behind the scenes and see where there is need for more investigation."

Terry looked at his watch, then called: "Girlies, who is going to help me light the barbecue? I need a big strong boy to help carry the charcoal, a big strong girl to carry the steaks, and another perhaps littler girl to light the fire. ...