Al Theway

Her Hidden Treasures

Chapter 1

"… should be arriving anytime now, Don," the graying man in the smart business suit was saying as he finished his roll, tomato juice and coffee in the dining room of Paris' Orly Airport. "You'll like her, I'm sure. A real sexy thing… and young. You should get along famously, all right. Here are your two passports-the fictitious ones. You'll be staying at the Continental. Hotel near Place Vendome… as man and wife, of course. Have you familiarized yourself with Dallas, Texas?"

"Look, sir," Don spoke, gesturing with his hands, "I can do this job myself! A… a damned female agent posing as my wife is no good. So Louisa Lanay, the Number One Communist spy in Paris is kinky about her sex. So what? Good gosh, "Alfa," I've seduced outright Lesbians by myself before I It's downgrading for me! It's… " "I said, Mr. Cabot-Number One agent for Western Intelligence-have you familiarized yourself with Dallas, Texas?" "Alfa," one of the top directors of Western Intelligence asked his international agent, sounding a little angered.

"Yes, sir!" the handsome, twenty-eight-year-old super agent replied obediently. "I went to Parker High School north of Highland Park, lived at 12101 Preston Lane, father was a director of Sunshine Oil Company, met my wife, Marie at the University of Texas in 1952. She's from Dallas too, but went to" high school over in Oak Cliff and I didn't know her before. I'm a successful securities salesman now as well as being a director of my father's oil company… "

"That's enough, Cabot," "Alfa" cut him off, lighting up an expensive meerschaum pipe and puffing it lightly as he finished his coffee. "I should know by now that it's senseless for me to try to hip you up. And… so far, neither has the "enemy. Ah! They're announcing her plane now. I'll be getting along, Cabot. Washington tomorrow, then Mexico City. You'll keep in contact the usual ways. Good luck, boy… "

Don Cabot stood up to watch "Alfa" leave the dining room and skillfully disappear into the early crowd of travelers who jammed Orly Terminal. The sage, suave, older man, almost third from the top in Western Intelligence. What a story he must have to tell, Don mused to himself. "Alfa" had been a top OSS agent in World War II, and before that was one of the last American agents in Berlin, posing as a chauffeur at the U.S. Embassy there.

It was doubtful, Don realized, that Marie Roland, the female Western agent arriving on the 8:30 AM plane from New York, had ever seen "Alfa." Don in fact, saw the man quite infrequently, although they kept in communication by scrambled short-wave all over the world. That was the way Western Intelligence operated… few familiarities or friendships were allowed to nourish between the directors and the agents. It was also frowned upon for agents to become friends, because then if one was caught, two would be caught.

Of course, when two agents had to work together, and particularly on as close a basis as "man and wife," intimacies were bound to occur. But whoever Marie Roland was, Don knew he would probably never see her again after this assignment. There was no place in an agent's work for lasting love or friendships.

Don Cabot left enough francs on the table to cover his and "Alfa's" breakfast twice over, then walked over toward the Customs Exit. He knew she would be wearing a green, Mandarin style dress of clinging Jersey, was twenty-two years old, had been an agent less than two years but had proven herself by the eliminating of two Communist agents in Belgrade less than a year ago. It was her life or theirs, and she had handled herself like a true espionage agent.

"Damn it," Don thought to himself aloud. What difference did it make if she was the most beautiful blonde in the world and would satisfy his somewhat excessive sexual appetite every way he liked? Don Cabot never needed any help- in seducing a female. It was second nature to him. What had to be so different about Louisa Lanay, the former Czech Countess, now known as the most beautiful Communist agent in France"? He could seduce her himself!

And then Don saw the girl in the molded green jersey coming out of the Customs Exit, and his thoughts became confused. Marie Roland (5' 4", 122 lbs., 36-24-36, 22 yrs. old, born to French immigrants in New York City and raised to speak French or English with equal naturalness and fluency), was more than just beautiful! She was more than just sexy! When she walked across the big floor, her body swayed in a way that combined elegance, charm, beauty, and rawly provocative sex!