Chapter 115: Spies

Mark Fernandez was a 38-year-old trade specialist, who worked for the US government. Some foreign countries may be outwardly hostile to the US, but behind closed doors they were working out business deals between the two governments. His work allowed Mark access to many sensitive documents. Without realizing it, he’d on several occasions obtained information that was then immediately sent to the CIA.

Mark lived with his family in the capital city, more or less in central Europe. He had a wife, Amanda. She was a big woman, hefting nearly 280 pounds on her 5’10” body whose favorite hobby was visiting local restaurants. Mark and Amanda had two daughters. One was Christina, the other Kendra.

At 15, Christina was the oldest. She had a body every girl in her seventh-grade class would die for. Perfect hair, perfect face, perfect make-up. Boobs that were 32C’s, I swear to God. Her butt was big, but every boy in school thought it was a great asset. Now, Christina was no virgin. She’d had sex the first time when she was just thirteen, with her cousin Victor. The only other time was last New Year’s Eve, when her dad came home from a party. While mom slept, dad had come down and made her smoke pot with him, then he’d just made her get on her hands and knees and take him from behind. He told her he was educating her on the birds and the bees. She didn’t dare say she didn’t need educating.

Kendra was the younger daughter. Having just turned fourteen last month, she was still just starting to develop physically, like most girls in her seventh-grade class. Her boobs were her biggest problem lately. Despite the fact she was almost flat-chested, her areoles and nipples were really getting big. When she wore a simple top, they’d be pressing through the fabric from the inside, usually making her mother mad. So, Kendra just kept wearing baggy tops.

Kendra hardly noticed her legs. Being 5’9” tall and 112 pounds, she had these long, thin legs, legs that made most men look twice. Again, her shorts from last year were too small now, really showing a lot of butt cheek. Time for more shopping at Target. Kendra looked at herself in her mirror. Jeesh, the bottom of the shorts inside her thighs hardly went down her legs at all! I mean, you could just about see her vagina slit through these things, they were so tight. She knew to keep her legs together now. She dashed downstairs. The school van would come soon and luckily, they didn’t have any sort of dress code. In one way, it was a big relief. Of course, the other kids wore all kinds of weird stuff.

That same day, the country’s intelligence community detected evidence that the information had been leaked. They secretly traced all possible sources, and everything pointed to one man: Mark Fernandez. Juan Shack was a senior investigator, tasked with dealing with the issue, plugging the leak. For Juan, this wasn’t anything new. His usual routine was to confront the person with the threat of prison time. Once they talked and revealed their sources, they were usually allowed to quietly leave the country but never to come back.

The next day was Saturday. Friday afternoon Juan discussed the upcoming interrogation of Fernandez with his two closest associates. Juan, Ivan and Dimitar had worked together a long time, and they had all discovered a common interest: young girls. On their off time, they often would hang out together near the school, watching the young girls as they walked by. It was all just looking and iPhone pictures or videos, but it was their game.

Towards the end of the usual pre-interrogation brief, Juan approached them with a new idea. “Listen. Our investigation so far shows this American has a fat wife, but two young daughters. Two young American girls.”

Ivan wanted to know so what. Juan said, “So, I say instead of interrogating them here, we go interrogate them at their own home.”

Dimitar asked what for. He and Ivan definitely wanted to hear more. Juan explained. “It’s pretty simple, really. We explain the espionage charges. Threaten him with prison. And because his family is here, they will have to do time as well. The secret service believes they might be involved too, the way local families do.”

Dimitar pointed out that spies are often individuals, never a family. “Yeah, we know that, but he doesn’t. And they don’t either. So, we give him an option. He and his family play some games with us all evening, then we let them continue on with their lives as before. They can stay, go home to America, whatever they want. They are free to choose. But if they mention this party to anyone, the deal is off and they go straight to prison. We’ll tell them if they go home and talk, we’ll come to America and find them.”

The three discussed the idea. Rather than the usual threats and deportation, they were simply giving the accused an option. “Option A: Let us fuck your kids, then you don’t go to prison. You can go back to living your normal life again, wherever you want. All sins forgiven. Or, say no to option A. Then, it’s Option B: You all go to prison. All of you as co-conspirators. Tonight. You’ll each get twenty years here for espionage, five years before you even see a judge. Oh, and if you talk about this to anyone, it’s option B, too.” They all laughed. It was a great idea. They couldn’t wait to try it out.