MISSING TIME (Part 3), a short story by Sun Tzu. Date added: 2012-06-21. Times viewed: 1799.

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Intro: Close Encounters of the Horny ET kind?

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MISSING TIME!

Part 3

 She sat listening to the tapes for the second time, the hypnotic regression sessions taken by professor Hartington made for chilling listening. Mac had made her own recordings unbeknown to anyone, including Hartington and, now she was beginning to wish she'd never done it at all. The headache that she had had earlier returned with a vengeance. Life had suddenly become almost nightmare like, two of best reporters and close friends were suffering mental problems following… What? Alien abduction! She had to admit that was too bizarre. There had to be a more rational explanation. What was not in dispute, was that something had happened to Alex and Cynthia. Something that at this time was impossible to explain; at least for the time being. She'd had Lisa see Alex and Cynthia home. Mac had to admit that the hypnotic sessions had had a positive effect on both of them. Cynthia in particular seemed more relaxed, Alex was certainly less aggressive. Mac had sat deep in thought as to what to do next; then he had rang, wanting to know what time she'd be home? Mac had lost all sense of time it was now almost 11pm. An argument had erupted between them and he had hung up in a huff. That was all she needed, a pissed off fiancé.

     Mac switched off the tape recorder and placed in it in her office safe along with the other tape, she'd deal with it in the morning, right now she had to do some serious placating. Mac headed for the door, then stopped, pulled out a small note book from her coat pocket and picked up the phone. 'Hi it's Lydia, yeah been a long time how's life in New York? Look, I'll keep this short, this is not a social call, I've got a major situation here and I need your help, what's the fastest you can get here? No, I'd rather explain when you get here, suffice to say I wouldn't call you unless I thought it was urgent. Thanks I'll see you then.'

       Mac put the phone down then picked it up and rang another number. 'Di? Hi it's Mac look I'm sorry to call you so late I know you've just got back from an assignment, but I need your help with something can you pop by and see me tomorrow? Yeah, it's really urgent. Thanks.' Mac put the phone down and allowed herself a small smile, then took a couple of aspirin and left the office, it was time to go home and sort out her fiancé.

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He sat listening to his headphones and almost choked on his coffee when he heard the phone calls. Quickly he pulled out his cell phone and hit the speed dial.The ringing seemed to last an eternity there was a click.

'SPEAK!' The gruff voice commanded.

 'Houston we have a problem.' Said he spilling some of his coffee. 'Actually Houston we got two problems.'

 'I  do wish you would not insist on using that irritating north American vernacular.'

 'Well then in that case, one has problems one does.' Came the sarcastic reply.

 'What pray tell are these problems?'

 'Well. The problem is that Big Mac has her own copies of the hypnotic regressions which she took without anyone knowing.'

 'Indeed? She is one very resourceful lady I see now why you are so taken by her. What is the other problem?'

 'She just made two phone calls.'

 'Miss Mac?'

 'Yeah Big, Mac didn't ya get a look at her tits doc? Can't miss em.'

 'I perceive your point you are referring to Miss Mac. Yes I did notice Miss Mac was, eh rather generously proportioned.'

 'Well that's why I call's her Big Mac.'

 'Indeed, how original, did you think of that all by yourself or did you have help?'

 'Oh very funny Mr fancy pants I've a got a couple of degrees.'

 'Do we have to descend to this every time? I would like to know who Miss Mac called.'

 'What? Oh yeah. Well the first one was to New York I didn't get much cos it was a home number and I'm running a search now. The second was local call someone called Di.'

 'Indeed, how interesting. Check the number.'

 'I did it's coming out now, belongs to a…'

 'Diane Selby.'

 'Selby? As in 'Undercover' Diane Selby?'

 'Undercover Selby the bloodhound Investigative reporter herself. I'm surprised you didn't see that coming, you are intel man are you not? And, after all she is one of your fellow countryman, you've watched her on the television a lot more than I have.'

'Yeah ok doc so you worked it out in advance, so what do we do now?'

'Patience my intel gathering friend patience, you should learn to play chess.'

'Chess? What the fuck has that got to do with anything?'

'Chess my friend is about patience, move, counter move and anticipation.'

'You're talking shit doc.'

'Am I? Well lets see I foresaw Miss Mac would call Selby as she is a close personal friend and, someone she may well have turned to considering the situation.'

'So what do we do?'

'We begin full surveillance upon Big, I mean Miss Mac and Miss Selby. Also find out who she called in New York.'

'You got it, and you almost called her Big Mac, you can't tell me you didn't notice her tits.'

'Of course…' Doc paused. 'She is as I said generously proportioned… At least, a 36 DD maybe a bit larger. I'm on my way ETA 30 minutes.' With that doc hung up.

Coffee guy wiped his leg and grinned, ok his friend may come across as a stuck up Brit but one thing they did have in common was an excellent taste in women.

'36 DD + oh yes.' He whispered. 'And one day they'll be all mine.'

The computer beeped and the printout appeared, he glanced at sheet and dropped his coffee.

'Aw shit, that's fuckin hot.' Quickly he dried himself.

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 'Well?'

 'We got serious trouble Doc, that address in New York, the contact is a Catherine Walker.'

'And that's important because?'

'She's New York based FBI!'

'Indeed, now that is very interesting.'

'Is that all you got to say? How can you be so cool about it she's a Fed. We're in deep shit!'

'Are we? Find out all you can about Miss Walker and place her full surveillance when she arrives.'

'That's it?'

'That's it. For now.'

'Aren't you bothered?'

'There is very little to be bothered about, Miss Mac has called in a few friends, let's see what they do shall we?'

'Let me guess, chess right?'

'Correct, we let Miss Mac make the next move. And while we're on the subject of Miss Mac and co I have a bone to pick with you.'

 'Oh? And what pray tell would that be doc?'

 Doc gave him an irritated look.

 'What the hell did you think you were doing during the hypnotic regression sessions?'

 'Oh you heard me then?' Said Coffee guy sarcastically.

 'You came over my ear piece loud and clear as you bloody well know.'

 'Oh what's up doc you not like my comments? I got it all on sight and sound and look there is the queen of tits herself Big Mac.'

 Doc watched a screen come on and saw the video play back his hidden mini camera in his tie clip had recorded the entire meeting. Including the hypnotic regression sessions with Cynthia Miller and Alex Palmer.

 'Your technical expertise is impressive I have to say but, your conduct during the hypnotic sessions was abysmal!'

 'So I got a bit carried away with my comments…'

 'Carried away? I'll give you carried away! You could have put the whole operation in danger with your juvenile behaviour.'

 'Yeah! You made that quite clear when you coughed nearly blew my ears off.'

 'Did I really?' Grinned Doc. 'How remiss of me to forget just how sensitive your hidden microphone was.'

 'Remiss my arse. You did it on purpose.'

 'That'll teach you not to interfere in my hypnotic sessions won't it you Shit head. Did you enjoy yourself otherwise?'

 Coffee guy gave a confused look. 'I don't know what you mean?'

 'No? You have quite a thing for Miss Miller, Princess Miller wasn't that what you called her?'

 'Yeah and you got a thing about Alex.'

 'Indeed.' Smiled Doc 'But I'm not talking about me.'

 'I don't know what you mean.'

 Doc walked up to coffee guy and put a hand on his shoulder. 'If you are going to masturbate yourself during my hypnotic regression sessions, at least have the good sense to switch your microphone off first.'

 Coffee guy went red with embarrassment. 'You, you, heard me?'

 'You could say that. For what it is worth had I been in your position I would probably have done the same, but I would have the sense to make sure my microphone was off. If you listen to the play back you'll hear yourself in clear stereo.'

 'Ah! I uh sort of uh fucked up there didn't I?'

'Well I'd say that's one way to put it.' Doc grinned. 'But understandable considering the graphic detail they provided of being ravished by ET.'

 Coffee guy laughed. 'Yeah and Darth Vadar. The way they writhed on the couch when you got em to that point man that was a real turn on ya know.'

 'I know I had to stop myself from pulling my dick out and having a go myself.' Stated doc.

 'Now that would have been dashed unprofessional now, wot?' Quipped coffee guy. 'Would have given Big Mac a real sight too.'

 Both men laughed quite hard coffee guy so hard tears appeared in his eyes.

 'ET and Darth Vadar intergalactic ravishers of beautiful women.' Laughed coffee guy.

 'That's very good.' Said Doc wiping his eyes and trying hard to compose himself. 'Now, back to business. As I said earlier, we'll have Miss Mac and co watched, keep an eye on them and wait and see what move they make.'

'You da boss.'

 'Indeed I am. Indeed… I am.'

 'By the way doc.'

 'What?'

 'ET bags to fuck Big Mac first.'

　

To be cont...

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