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"It's official. Cate's dead." Kyra hangs up the sat-phone as I hang my head. We were celebrating the triumph of my first-ever moose kill when Kyra called Liz and got the news. She drops her robe and steps naked into the spa with Celine, Marta and me. We are in the sisterhood's bush country retreat for a too-long postponed moose hunt. Kyra doesn't hunt, but she's been enjoying the walleye, pike, and trout fishing while Celine and I each bagged a moose. We impressed our guides by gutting our own kills before letting them pack the meat out, and then cut, wrap, and freeze it for our journey home. We have two more days in camp and it was feeling good to soak in the heat, celebrate our success, and drink to the future with my sisters. But of course, part of the plan all along was to be in the loving care of these sisters when my obituary was read. "Did we get the mole?" "Yes, Cath. Claire's team nailed her. She sends her regards, and her congrats on the moose. She caught the mole checking the status of Cate's profile weekly at the same time. Hundreds of others were accessing your profile, but not like clockwork. We deliberately pulled the plug on Cate about ten minutes before the suspected mole checked. Karl called his contact in the Knights about fifteen minutes after she checked. Nobody else checked your profile in that time. We caught an outgoing cell call from her apartment, but the conversation was scrambled, in the same way that our phones scramble our conversations." "Is it Honey Brown?" Kyra seems shocked. "How the fuck did you guess that, Cath?" "Just a hunch. She was unusually interested in getting to know Dan and me. She overplayed her hand." "And you didn't tell anyone, Cherie?" "There was nothing to tell, Lini. Just vague uneasiness. She couldn't have been Mick's girl." Marta unexpectedly speaks up. "We know she's not. We don't know why she's involved, but she must be Karl's conduit." I knew that Marta was involved in the mole hunt, when she wasn't needed as my bodyguard, but I didn't know elvankent escort bayan (http://elvankent.t2bro.net/) she was up to speed on the suspects. "Karl? Damn. I thought he was behaving." "He probably thinks he is behaving. He probably thinks she's feeding him what we want the Knights to know. His handler turned him to our side and we've been feeding disinfo through him, but we suspected somebody else was playing him. He was transmitting things that we weren't feeding him, but he wasn't doing anything to hide that from us. Honey must be calling him from one of our phones. She's going to get the mushroom treatment now, though." "Keep her in the dark and feed her shit?" "And watch where the shit flows." "You seem to know a lot about this, Marta." "Well, Mrs. Malibu tipped Mrs. Riviera off when Honey offered so much to get you to lecture to the burqa babes. Bethany read me in when she assigned me to you." Even when she isn't here, I feel Bethany's presence. She sent Marta to me. She kept Marta involved in the mole hunt. She distanced herself from me when she found romance with a man we enticed into a playboy pre-nup, but she's still one of my guardian angels. A resigned sigh escapes me. "I'm going to miss Cate." Celine is on my right and Kyra is on my left. Both move closer to me as I feel Marta's feet grasp and hold my foot. She's been my shadow for over a year, and one of my lovers for six months. She's reticent about acknowledging our intimacy with the other sisters, but I appreciate that she is the first to actually touch me. Kyra and Lini both hug me. I have chosen to be here, far from my husband and children for the death of my heroine and the retirement of my sisterhood profile. I'm still the same person, but until we need her again, the legendary Cate Blanc must grow more legendary without me. And I must be humble. And I don't know if I can be. In a few short hours, I have gone from the adrenaline rush of downing the big bull moose, and I won't lie, it was quite exhilarating Escort emek (http://emek.t2bro.net/) to bring that big brute down, to the grieving mother of my own Frankensteinian creation. Margaret and Allison, Celine and Kyra's bodyguards, are watching our six as we enjoy the warm water and the near freezing night air. The Talisker is taking on new meaning tonight. Gabe, the man who introduced me to the smoky single malt, and Claire, the woman who planned and executed my rebirth are the only two protégés I've carried into my future with the sisterhood. Of course, Dan's mistresses, Faun and Dee, had to be told that I am not really dead. They were sworn to secrecy because they will learn of his wife's ongoing good health from him, and they have to avoid showing surprise when they do. We have still only told him that we know about them, not that they are sisters. Non-sisters would be unlikely to know of Cate's demise. I had to personally meet with William Fuscia, Chelsea, Mindy Monrovia, Keri, and Wil to inform them of my illness and to turn them over to their new sponsors. Barbie insisted on taking William and Chelsea. Mindy, Keri, and Wil each have different sponsors, or at least they think do. Actually it is one black card sister with three different aliases, who always meets each one veiled and uses three different voices to try to trip them up. It's a shame they can't be fully trusted, yet. I flew with Kyra, Marta, and Allison into Sault Ste. Marie, Ontario. A male customs agent boarded the plane, addressed us as 'sisters', gave us our forged Canadian passports, and left just as Celine and Margaret joined us. I am able to cross the border now on any of three different passports, one is Canadian and I have mentally assigned that one to Saint Cate. One is my real identity, and that belongs to Cate Confidence. 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"No, Love, I'm craving company tonight." "Good. I know that had to hurt." "It did but... it's the end of my rebirth. When I publish this story, the cat will be out of the bag, but by then, they won't know what to believe." She crawls under the covers with me and we snuggle. "You're tense, Love. Let me rub your back and neck." I roll onto my belly and she mounts my ass. It's a little awkward for her because we're on the bottom bunk of a double bunk set and she has to duck low to keep from rubbing against the underside of the top bunk. I feel her coarse orange bush rubbing into the valley of my ass, a sensation that ignites my desire. She kneads my neck and shoulder muscles until the strain from the moose hunt relaxes out of them. I say, "Enough.", when I feel her wetness rub against my ass. She drops down onto my back and I can feel her nipples like cool hard stones against my skin. Her knees push in between mine, spreading my legs just enough. 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