Chapter 13

Danny’s consulate contact was leaving her messages left and right and she was fearful of contacting him because he might drag out her recent findings with regard to Moran’s bar and her open-ended assignment to probe the Irish problem with delicate sensitivity.

In retrospect, she realized that she had probably come on a little too strong with the sexual experimentation with her host family members and she regretted her shameful need for cock even in impossible situations.

As far as the main target, Mister Moran, she felt no regrets because it was a necessary part of her job to butter up the target to gain his trust and discover the sordid facts of the situation from both sides of the table.

Aunt Marnie was a different story because she found she had some hidden feelings for the oversexed middle-aged woman.

Danny decided it was overdue for her to curtail her sexual pursuits and concentrate on rooting out the hidden secrets of Moran’s bar and the shadowy organization operating behind the scenes.

At least, she hadn’t shamed her reputation by sleeping with her contact in the consulate, at this point, she went to the local mall and bought some modest clothing and ordinary undies to repress her desire to be sexually appealing to any male with naughty thoughts on his mind.

She had a talk with Patrick Jr. and explained they had to “cool it” because she had her studies to consider. However, she promised down on her knees performances from time to time to keep his cock satisfied with her oral skills. That was fine with the young teen, but he found it difficult to keep his hands off her delicious bum, which she allowed, because he was so cute when he begged her for free access.

Danny continued to send her reports back to headquarters directly via the drop set up by the British undercover operatives outside of Belfast. Mike Gallagher in the consulate was not aware of her bypassing him in the chain of command because he considered her a “fringe incursion” on what he considered his territory and he certainly didn’t want to muddy the waters of the fledgling “peace” between the Protestants and the Catholic factions in Northern Ireland.

With her change of style in dress and her attention to her musical studies, things settled down to a calm atmosphere that was only disturbed by her visits to Mister Moran in the nocturnal hours to cement their physical relationship and build the sense of trust between them.

She visited the public schools and the religious schools to play her old songs and practice the use of the old language to foster her inclusion in their midst and mitigate her position as an outsider, a still foreign American with her built-in foreign ways that caused suspicion in certain quarters.

Aunt Marnie invited her to her country home near the fast flowing river that exited out to the sea and she was surprised that the woman was quite well off with hints of wealth and a number of servants that hovered around them like worker bees awaiting orders from the Queen bee.

The older woman had a gypsy personal assistant that she used for mundane chores in administration and for carnal activities in the nocturnal hours. Her name was Carmela and she had tiny boobs and an impressive bum that attracted attention from both males and females in close attendance.

The first evening she stayed at Marnie’s estate, she was introduced to their unusual style of getting acquainted with them servicing her at both ends with their saliva dripping mouths and passionate motions that caused her to forget her thoughts about restraining her sexual appetites until she completed her mission.

The sly older woman brought in a huge footman who proceeded to hump all three of them in a doggy style process that had Danny impatiently waiting her turn at his oversized dick.

Her battered sphincter was leaking his creamy excess and she rested on her elbows considering her raunchy behavior hoping that her submissive attitude was not misinterpreted as permission for future sessions of sexual misconduct.

She was truly relieved when Aunt Marnie gave her written instructions to contact some elements of the Moran organization in Belfast to learn the rules of the game when it came to covert activities against the British infrastructure and the Catholic neighborhoods that refused to leave their protected neighborhoods. Finally, she had a breakthrough that she could report to headquarters that put a positive aspect on the assignment. They sent her the complete dossier on Aunt Marnie, and she saw why her eyes looked wicked in the moonlight because she was born provocateur from the time she had been born in the south and her file had such terrors in it that she found it hard to believe it was all laid at the feet of a member of her gender.

Danny met her consulate contact for appearance’s sake and she listened to his bragging stories about how he singlehandedly had saved the west from absolute ruin more than once in his career. All she could think was her father telling her that it takes a bullshitter to know a bullshitter and she was a pretty good one herself.

She had a second whiskey at the restaurant and she was certain that Mike had primed the pump before they met up at the pub. His motor was a fucking Cooper Mini and yet that fact didn’t stop him from feeling her up under her skirt like he was sampling the American merchandise before committing to employing his dick to show her the ropes.

It was so funny that she was tempted to laugh out loud but she knew that would be a bad move so she just played dumb and asked, “Mister Gallagher, whatever are you doing down there?”