Melinoe Ch. 01-05 - Sex Stories

Melinoe Ch. 01-05

... looked up at Max, "I don't understand."

So, Max told her the story of Deirdre and how she was murdered and how a much younger Max swore justice for her. She told her about Max's and Joon's commitments to bring the killers and those who hired them to justice. Finally, she told her how Vice Admiral John Blake, the Lion, and his Lionesses brought hell fire down upon the organization that killed Deirdre after turning over information and evidence to authorities on the people who hired her killers.

Agatha was in Max's arms during the entire story, feeling every emotion Max didn't show with the telling, with tears staining her pretty face.

"Oh Max," Agatha cupped the taller woman's face, "I am so sorry you went through that."

The device that was cleaning and drying the clothes stopped with a beep. Max walked over to the small door, opened it and pulled out an article of clothing, shook it out and folded it and dropped on the adjacent bunk.

Agatha watched Max folding laundry. "So, what are you planning to do, Max?"

Max shrugged, feeling unable to articulate her feelings. "I'm not sure, I just have a few Ideas, I need to talk to Joon first, though."

"Can you contact her with the comms array?" Agatha tilted her head slightly with that question.

"I could, but doing so might place her in danger if she is being surveilled. Any contact with us would look like she was involved with a "black" asset which, as a civilian, is illegal."

Agatha looked uncomfortable, ...

... "I don't want Joon to be in danger."

Max kissed Agatha on her forehead.

Max finished folding the laundry and picked up the tall stack and winked at Agatha as she headed for the cabin, Agatha followed in her wake.

Max put down her body sleeve, her BDU's, and her underwear; then laid out her two black jumpers.

Max yawned and stretched then noticed how both Agatha's looked at the bed. "Is there enough room for you with both of us?"

Max blinked and crawled on the long bed and stretched out and patted the bed on either side of her.

The two Agatha's cuddled up to Max, pulling up the duvet. Max thought about Joon wondering what she would think about Agatha. Her roiling thoughts started to wane as she slowly drifted off to sleep.

Max sat back on the uncomfortable stool: it was dark and lots of people were talking. The crisp local beer in her hand was delicious and the pub Max was in started to quiet as a petite figure carrying a beautifully crafted double necked guitar walked onto the small, dimly lit stage.

For months now Joon had been performing at one of many local pubs and had gained impressive notoriety. She was limited to days when she could perform because of school; but Max never missed a performance.

The pub was silent as a teenage Joon began with a moving strum intro and quickly dove into the melody with amazing finger work as she utilized various tapping and lifting techniques on the upper neck's nine strings. Her other hand dropped to the lower ...