The patio was clear of patrons. One dim light still remained inside the saloon. Only one motorcycle sat in front of the twin doors that comprised the entrance.

A few cars remained in the restaurant side of the parking lot, likely kitchen workers finishing up with cleaning and prepping for the next day.

She heard a voice softly singing a tune that she did not recognize. It came from the patio of the restaurant, Señora Azul. Tasìa glided swiftly on the sides of her feet soles as she approached the motorcycle.

She did not want anyone taking notice of her.

Tasìa examine the keys in her hand. The emblem on the chain was built around a sliding cone design which she worked with her thumb.

She shifted the emblem left and then pressed down. The chain grid auto-lock that frustrated her in the earlier evening retracted into the undercarriage of the motorcycle.

Now, she fiddled with the two keys. The larger of the two she put in the ignition; the display panel and the engine transmission began to softly rumble.

The small key was for a saddlebag.

She thought of Petro with his stubbed trigger-finger pointing to the keychain. Was he trying to tell her something? Or, was it just her imagination making a sentimental connection between the two of them?

Tasìa crouched down and opened the saddlebag with the key. She felt around inside of it. Her fingers ran through packs of ammo, and an assortment of other things.

Along the tips of her nails Tasìa felt something smooth and glassy. Someone's Personal Assistant. It wasn't a spectacular, tricked out one, like the neoPalm. Just a very basic device used for personal notes, calendars, keeping up with business records, the typical line-up of apps to manage one's daily life.

Tasìa could not imagine trying the hacking tricks that she accomplished with great ease on Demona's PA.

As she examined the interface further, Tasìa noticed something conspicuously absent. She did not see a phone link, nor an app manager for one. There was email capability and texting, but no phone.

It was not uncommon for individuals to eschew the 'convenience' of phones. Many others refused to use them unless the requesting party sent a notice weeks in advance to request a scheduled call.

In those quarters, phones were considered barbaric necessities civilized folk did not allow to enslave them even if at times they were necessary inconveniences, but she doubted that this was one of those occasions.

The phone had been intentionally locked down. She switched on a display for personal information on the previous owner. She assumed whatever she found was put there to mislead, given the recently deceased Petro was a spook, and this PA had to be his burner.

She was wrong on both accounts. The PA belonged to Val Vitaliy. Her hair stood up. Petro was trying to tell her something, after all.

Now, how to unlock it? She saw that the phone app was encoded for seven letters. What did she know about Val that may be relevant? Something that he might have used to code it?

He had been a long time fixer for General Kutuzov. Both, in the capacity of a lawyer and an investigator by his professional training. Anything involving legitimate legal inquiry in service to the General, Val handled.

More relevant to her current inquiry, Val and Tatiana met in law school. They were romantically involved. Tasìa even remembered the first time that her Aunt Tatiana brought Val home to meet the family. She herself was only in her fifth year of grammar school, but Val and Aunt Tatiana were about to graduate from law school.

At a dinner party, Val and Tatiana announced their engagement. The General welcomed Val into the family and gave him a generous job offer after Val graduated.

Everyone was happy on that occasion, but the job offer ultimately doomed the engagement.

Like Tasìa, Aunt Tatiana rebelled against her own father.

Tasìa's father, though a trades man, was also an Elder in the Cathar Anewed. In her rebellion, Tasìa ran to the Old Church to sort out her own problems. At the time, she blamed the Anewed and her own father for her physiological short comings.

As for her Aunt Tatiana, her rebellion was much more severe than Tasìa's own. Her father, the General, lived in exile due to his history in the military profession involved putting down rebellions throughout Latin America and the American Southwest in the United States.

The later event became reknown in infamy as the Incivilty.

That history finally caught up with the General and made him an international fugitive.

Influenced by her academic study, Tatiana became an anarcho-communist who threw herself into human rights causes and peasant issues in the Greater Quadra. She often came at loggerheads with the governing authority, the Salvage.

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Fighting against bureaucracy and the class interest of the managerial elite were essential to her belief system.

To which, her father, she viewed to be an instrument of oppression.

As for Tatiana and Val, the couple's engagement became untenable. After two years of struggling to make their relationship work, they eventually broke up.

Even so, as Tasìa stood there just now well after two decades had passed, Tasìa was willing to bet all the tasty pastries that Donca Donuts had to sell that the seven letters that unlocked the phone app were T-A-T-I-A-N-A.

And they did.

There was a message left in the save column beside a picture of her Aunt Tatiana. Tasìa smiled broadly, to the very extent that her narrow little jaws would allow.

Gazing at the picture, Tasìa did not have to imagine how she would appear if she had been born with pale skin and blonde hair. She was looking right at that image when gazing at her aunt.

Tasìa clicked on the message and heard Tatiana's voice for the first time in years.

"Val. I know my father sent you to find me. You are much too dear of a man, and yes I greatly fault you for that quality.

"An honorable man like yourself should never place yourself in such a situation. Yet, you some how always do.

"Please stop, now. I'm doing fine. I have made my decision. In this matter. You won't change my mind. The General wont change my mind. I don't want you drawn into this. I love you too much to allow that. Please, desist. It is for a greater good."

The message ended there.

She examined the interface. The disabled functionality for telecommunications now green lit as the OS recognized the set of apps for audio, video, text and hologram.

They had been merely encoded to not default to greenlit mode to prevent unwanted interactions.

Tasìa clicked the phone number listed and attempted to call her aunt, but the signal would not go through. She hit the Scan Services button and with each successive green light she dialed again.

Eventually a message stated that the number was placed in reserved status, and was no longer operational.

Tasìa looked down at her hands. Nimble little masters of the thieving arts they certainly were, but at what cost?

Her aunt stopped speaking to her when she found out about Tasìa's success as a cat burglar. She wasn't very fond of Tasìa's brief career as a nun in the Old Church, either.

Tasìa shook her head. What a prickly creed her Aunt Tatiana devoted herself to. She was family, and she was the favorite person in the whole world for a little spider monkey many years ago, Tasìa reminded herself.

Val was family, too. He never stopped treating her like a kid sister, even the few times they met up in recent years over at Sachmilli Cuervo's old home.

She owed it to Val to find out what the spooks had done with him. But for tonight that would have to wait until Tasìa got some rest.

After putting the Artic Devil away in the saddle bag, Tasìa set the dimmed light controls for the GTR 1200 back on to fully lit. As she figured out the control set, she heard the tune being sung, once more, up in the patio.

The words were in English, and she realized that it was Beauregard who was doing the singing.

Tasìa switched off the motorcycle. She sat there on the bike for a good moment before she made her decision.

The day Annebél left to return to Villa Morron, Tasìa discovered some things about herself.

Out of boredom as she was recuperating from her last fight in that town, she explored the ranch-styled house that Annebél kept up on the edge of the city of Asunción.

In a bathroom closet beside a set of gray towels, Tasìa discovered a box labeled 'The Sportive Magician'. It contained an interesting contraption inside of it.

It was a vibrator with movable ribs formed of brass diamonds that shifted up and down the length of it's shaft. At first, she giggled in embarrassment at this discovery.

When turning on the device, the brass diamonds grew warm to the touch, and a larger brass diamond extended outward intended for anal stimulation. It moved around and round in slow oscillation, and it too grew warm to the touch.

To this last feature, she grinned at the thought of her own life long and naughty curiosity for its purpose.

She explored the uses for the vibrator further.

A set of buttons caused the brass emblem to fold-up inside the vibrator. The surface changed to a wavy, non-studded design. The material felt silky smooth. It began to move in alternation between an expansive throb that swelled and shrunk while it curled side to side in a twisting motion.

The mode read-out stated it was for Kegel training, which made a great deal of sense for Annebél's profession that she would have such a device.

The cup at the end allowed the vibrator to be mounted on the surface of a wall. Tasìa mounted it on the nearest adjacent bathroom wall.

This was the last hurdle for Tasìa before she was willing to try fucking someone.

She did not know if she could have an orgasm without triggering her incontinence. She suspected, however, now only fear of the unknown kept her from trying.

All the factors in her life now suggested that she could endure it.

She took off her jeans and panties, stood against the wall, leaned forward, and she slid the vibrator inside of her. After several minutes with the vibrator throbbing expansively and wailing about her vaginal cavity in a most pleasant fashion, the first orgasm released.

It was the first uninhibited by disaster orgasm she had experienced in her life. Unlike most other experiences in her Adventuress career that felt like they were going to take her head off, she very much loved this one.

She induced several more orgasms throughout the day until she felt like she knew what she was doing and she became well acquainted with the stimulations that turned her on.

Now, she needed to try her new found experience with a man.

Tasìa decided to take the challenge; she dismounted the bike, and walked up the steps.

"Hey, Beau, what are you doing up there?"

He chuckled when he heard her. In turn, coming around the corner into the patio proper, she spotted him.

He sipped a beer, and sat relaxed in the lounge seat.

"You want me to be honest?"

"Sure. Always."

"I'm just staring at the stars and thinking about you."

The cooler open at his side was filled with the two brands she ordered at the bar, Guinness Foreign Extra Stout and Ayinger Celebrator. There were over a hundred different beer brands on display back at the bar and he chose these two. He wasn't lying.

She smiled to this with an assertive nod.

"Ever since you showed me that scar," he continued, "my brain has been all kinds of twisted up."

Tasìa giggled, confidently.

She lifted up her tank top.

"You mean this scar?"

He said nothing. It was if he could not react.

Tasìa took it as an affirmative and removed her top. After which, she removed her sports bra, and massaged her breast with pinching strokes applied to her extended nipples.

She giggled once more as he became flustered.

Beauregard had an expression on his face from brow to the o-ring gape of his lips that said, 'holy shit!' His face was flushed red.

She unfastened her belt, and unbuttoned her jeans, and slid off her shoes.

Tasìa asked, "Beau, I could use a big favor from you about right now."

She eyed the excitement going on in his trousers as she spoke those words.

In return, Beauregard answered, "Ma'am. I would be much obliged."