THE HARVEST

CHAPTER THREE: TWO GHOSTS, PART ONE THE GATHERING STORM p. 15 

In the morning, no one disturbed them, but they were not in the mood to make love after their attempt last night; they focused instead on their breakfast and the two phantom girls who both existed and didn't exist. They were apparitions with messages; they seemed real to both, and they didn't believe in shared hallucinations.

Steve spoke first as they ate their breakfast of eggs, bacon, fried pork, toast, and hunks of potatoes that were like American fries, except instead of slices of potatoes, they were diced. On the side were donuts and scones with a double-double for Kittie and black coffee for Steve. He thought, hmm...the concierge must have done her research, as he didn't tell her he preferred his coffee black. On the room service cart, the maid left two cards, one for him and one for Kittie. He picked it up, and it had her name and phone number on it. On the back, she wrote, "If you want to use my special services, call my number, day or night; they are free, and I would be delighted to work you into my schedule. Don't be shy."

Kittie read the card and said, "I guess they want to live up to their motto, 'Your Needs are our Pleasures.'" She slipped the business card into her robe and smiled at her partner. "I hope we have enough time to sample the wares."

Steve answered, "I think we can slip in a few sessions with the concierge and her sex worker; I noticed you took a liking to her last night."

"Why, Steve, I didn't think you noticed.

"I pay attention to small details. And I have noticed you like women."

She replied, "I don't advertise it; I am not gay." I just like all forms of lovemaking. It is hard to beat a good, hard man who knows how to use his tool. That reminds me. I am sorry about last night."

"Hey, don't apologize. I was just as clumsy."

"It's not you being clumsy. I just haven't wanted to be with anyone other than Rivera. I know it sounds stupid, and he was my perp, but he...well, he had me, and I did love him. I will do better tonight, perhaps adding a couple of people in the mix will help me be less distracted from pleasuring you the way you deserve. You are a great partner, you were a fine lover. I'd like to find the magic again. Who knows, this may be our last case together."

"It may be our last case period. I don't like what we are up against. These people are beyond anything I ever heard about, except in a science fiction book."

Kittie opened her robe to reveal her pink skin and freshly shaved pubic hair. She crossed her legs and wrapped her robe around her body seductively, cinching the robe closed. It was quick, and Steve only caught a glimpse, but her nude body was now burned into his unconsciousness. Strange, he'd seen her nude hundreds of times and made love to her for a couple of years, but something was different. She looked coyly at him and smiled. "How do you like my new hairdo, baby? I'll treat you very well tonight. You have my word." She wanted to giggle but dared not. It was fun teasing him, and besides, he was a good lover, not like Rivera, but good enough. She leaned back in bed and ran her fingers through her hair seductively. This didn't go over Steve's head; he moved the trays and returned to pull her closer to him. She placed her hand in the middle of his chest and teasingly pushed him away. "We have business to do, but remember this is what is waiting for you when we get back." She placed her hand between her legs and squeezed. I want your head down there, and the maid straddling my face and the concierge sucking your manhood." She giggled. I don't know what has gotten into me; perhaps it is the place."

The two ghost's kissed and rolled around in the bed playfully when Kittie felt his penis beginning to stir. Grabbing him by his shoulders, she pushed him back and said, "I felt that. Save it, we have work to do. When did the inspector say to meet him, and where?"

"I'm not sure," Steve answered. "Do we have any way of contacting him?"

"I'm not sure. He is in on this with these two young phantasms. I suspect he will find us. You know it is kinda funny. They call us ghosts because we're not supposed to be. However, we're FBI agents doing international stuff the CIA should be doing, and these young girls, we, they are the real thing, ghosts."

Steve said, "I don't consider Canada a foreign nation, they're sort of an extension of us, just further north."

"Don't let them hear you say they are another state, That will not ride well with Canucks, may find ourselves riding out on a rail," Kittie said emphatically.

"I didn't mean anything by it. Well, my bad. I will watch myself in the future, Kit." The two finished dressing and left the room. In the lobby, the concierge was on them like glue, following their every footstep.

The concierge asked, "How was your night? Did the maid leave you her card?"

Kittie replied. "Yes, everything was perfect, thank you. And we'd like you and the maid to join us tonight for some fun and games. Will you be able to fit us into your busy schedule?"

"Oh yes.  "What is your pleasure? We will block off the entire night for the two of you."

Steve replied, "You'll be in charge of that; surprise us. We don't know when exactly we will return, but it should be about the same time we arrived last night. Oh, have you received any messages from the RCMP inspector? We were supposed to meet him today."

The concierge answered, "Oh dear, no. I haven't heard a word, but he usually finds you. He is very good at that. If you must find him immediately, he hangs around the Tim Hortons on Main Street; his niece works there, and he has always doted on her."

Kittie asked, "What does his niece look like?"

"She's thirtyish or in her early forties, kind of heavy set."

Kittie resisted the urge to tip but remembered her telling her not to tip. Come, husband, we have some sites to see, places to be before we return to sample this lovely lady's wares," and with those words, they headed to the van.