The next message on her computer was from Joyce Sato. He was using a wireless connection in his office. Joyce Sato picked up the signal, decrypted it, all transmissions were business with Singapore or Tokyo.

Shit! What’s the asshole up to? She caught herself referring to him by Ronda’s pet name.

Maria followed him from the parking garage home late Saturday night and left off surveillance. Marcella Ingles picked him up on Sunday morning when he picked up the newspaper from the front step of the house. Then again, when he drove to a seedy bar in Garry.

Ah-ha! Gotcha, asshole.

Stephanie relieved Marcella and used a portable microphone attached to her blouse to record his conversation in the bar. He was meeting with an industrial spy who was passing corporate secrets from another firm to him.

He’s cheating all right, but not on his wife.

Maria picked up the tail and followed him to another bar in another part of Garry. There he met an FBI agent. While he was inside, Maria attached a tracer to his car.

Corporate spies and FBI? What is going on?

He drove home and arrived at 11:00 in the evening.

From the rented office across the street from Jeff’s, Gudrun could trace his car downtown without having to risk following him from home. He went into the parking garage, got coffee…

Angela’s cell phone vibrated. She snapped her computer shut, put it in her bag, and walked outside where she listened to the message and hit the call back button to see what Ronda wanted.

“What’s up, girlfriend?”

“Oh, hi. That was me just now.”

“Yeah, got it.”

“Asshole’s away tonight. Another trip.”

“My gals are covering it. You want the news?”

“Sure. What’s he really doing?”

“It looks like he’s really going to meetings and doing corporate stuff.”

“No girls?”

“Closest thing is a Danish cross-dresser.”

“Can you come over?”

“I’m on my way on foot. Be there in a few.”

“I’ll leave the front door open. I may start without you.”

Angela walked the mile or so to Ronda’s house, let herself in, and went up the stairs to the bedroom where Ronda was playing with herself on the bed.

“You’re much better at this than I am…”

“And I’d love to, but we need to talk.”

“News?” She sat up with interest.

“No news. That’s the news. Nothing. And this is costing you an arm and a leg with air travel and wages and…I don’t see anything at all. We’ve scanned his home and office computers. We checked his laptop when he left it in his room in Copenhagen. No e-mails to women. We checked his files at the office, and the cell phone records are squeaky clean. There just isn’t anything. Your guy is just that. Your guy. I’ve seen enough of this stuff to know that if something were going on, we’d have wind of it by now with all this surveillance and snooping.”

Ronda lay back down and resumed playing with herself. “Do I have to do this myself?”

Angela unbuttoned her blouse. “Save some of that for me. You’re getting fuzzy down there.”

“I cancelled my salon appointments. I wish Jeff would stay here long enough to notice. Or to see me naked at least.”

“Did you ever do this in front of him?”

“Play with myself? No!”

“Why not? I bet he’d like it.”

“Tell you what, you join us and we can both do it. Or we can do each other and he can bloody well watch that.”

“What happened to you steering his big hard cock into my asshole?”

“Oh, I’m still up for that. Come here so I can practice my part.”

Naked, Angela complied.

“You’re getting fuzzy down there too, girlfriend. We’re going to be a couple of hairy girls in a couple of weeks if you don’t do something about that fuzz.”

“I thought you’d like it.”

“I like you the way you’ve been.”

“What time is it?” Ronda was rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

“It’s early. But it’s Tuesday. I have to get to work sometime.”

“Can’t someone cover for you today?”

“I’ll see if Joyce is available.” Angela said “Joyce” into her cell phone.

“Hi, Joyce, can you cover for me at the office today? Thanks. I owe you one.”

“We have the whole day. Let’s do the sauna and then have a hot bath.”

Ronda led Angela to the sauna and turned on the heat. “Fill the water bucket, will you?” She handed the bucket to Angela.

“Shall I turn on the water in the tub too?”

“Sure, there’s an automatic cut-off, so it won’t overflow. Be sure it’s hot enough. I don’t want to jump into cold water this morning.”

Angela looked at herself in the mirror. “I see what you mean about getting fuzzy. Do you have a razor I can use?”

“Sure. Open the drawer. There’s a bunch in there. But why don’t you let me do it? Come on back to the bed for a minute. Bring a towel. I have some shaving gel.”

Angela spread out the Turkish towel and lay on it, her legs slightly open. Ronda sprayed shaving gel on her sprouting pubic hair and rubbed it in with her fingers.

“Mmmm. That feels good.” Angela put her hands under her head.

Ronda took the razor from Angela’s hand. “I’ve never done someone else before.”

“Just be careful.”

“These razors can’t cut anyone.” She was shaving and wiping the razor on the towel. “Hang on, I have to rinse it off.”

She continued shaving. “Shit, it’s not even.”

“Hey, leave something.”

“Okay, don’t worry. I like that little patch as much as you do.”

She carefully shaved from Angela’s navel down to the small triangle of long hair that guarded her labia. Then she shaved each side of the triangle until Angela was bare to her thighs. “There, that should do it.”

Ronda wiped the soap from Angela’s mons with a corner of the towel and ran her hand over the shaved area to see if it was smooth. “Feels good to me. Oh this feels even better.” She dipped her finger between Angela’s labia and felt the dampness of her arousal. “Relax, lover, I’ll take care of you.” Ronda ran her tongue along the outer edges of Angela’s labia.

“Doesn’t it taste like soap?”

“No, lover, it tastes like you. That’s a good taste. Like cinnamon and spices.”

Angela relaxed as Ronda’s tongue found her clitoris and began to massage her gently, and then more rapidly until Angela began to thrust up with her hips.

“Oh that’s right. Don’t stop.”

Angela’s breath was ragged, her right hand rested gently on Ronda’s head.

“Don’t stop,” she pleaded again. “That’s it. Right there.”

Angela’s stomach began to vibrate, then her thighs. Ronda kept up the same pressure and pace. Finally Angela shrieked with pleasure as her thighs closed on Ronda’s head. Still Ronda did not relent.

“Stop, lover,” Angela gasped.

“I didn’t want to stop too soon.”

“Don’t worry you didn’t.” Her voice was raspy.

Ronda let Angela stay where she was while she checked the sauna and the bathtub. The faucet of the tub had automatically turned off. She checked the temperature with her toe before she returned to the bed to lead Angela to the sauna.

They sat side by side on the lower bench, their bodies dripping with sweat. Ronda filled the ladle with water from the bucket and splashed it onto the hot rocks to produce a hissing cloud of steam and sat back on the bench, her left arm around Angela’s shoulder, her hand dangling down and idly playing with her breast. Angela broke the silence.

“Okay, let me get this straight. Your husband is faithful to you. Because of that you want to put him in bed with another woman? How does this make any sense at all?”

“He’s only faithful to me in the technical sense. You know as well as I do that he’d like to fuck you. You said so yourself when you had supper with us last month. If he imagines fucking you, what’s the difference?”