Vacation for the Inspector	 Vacation for the Inspector by Weatherlady

  

 Disclaimer: I wrote this story for the private enjoyment of Due South
fans and make no claim to the series' characters. Fraser, Kowalski,
Thatcher, and Metcalfe belong to Alliance. This story does not infringe on
any copyrights held by CBS, CTV, TNT, or any other copyright holders. I
make no money from this effort. 

 This story takes place after, way after, the last episode. Stan Kowalski
and Fraser have returned from the Beaufort Sea. Stan wants to return to
the States and Fraser wants to go back to work as an RCMP officer.
Thatcher is unhappy. 

 A Vacation for the Inspector
 by
 Weatherlady
 (weatherlady@mindspring.com) 

 Northwest territories, Great Slave Lake, June 16, 2000 

 "Wow Fraser, Do ya think you can beef up that fire? It's freezin in
here!" Detective Stanley Kowalski, formerly known as Ray Vecchio, on leave
from the Chicago PD, rubbed his hands together and shivered. "Come on
Stan. It's 17C outside - that's 63F to you in the States - almost summer
temperatures," Fraser grinned. "That's cause you're a Mountie, Fraser. And
everybody knows that Mounties are immune to cold weather." Constable
Benton Fraser of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police glanced at his friend
and former partner. They had recently returned from a dog sled trip to
Franklin Bay on the Beaufort Sea at the terminus of the Northwest Passage,
and were enjoying the renewed sensation of walls and warmth. There was a
fine fire in the pot-bellied wood stove, and Stan hunkered down in front
of it. "Ah, that's more like it!" Stan sighed. 

 Fraser smiled at his ex-partner then glanced around the one-room cabin.
The walls were log, and the floor was made of rough-cut wooden slabs.
There were heavily laden bookcases and a dresser on the north wall. On the
west wall was a small window under which was a single bed. On the east
wall, next to the sink, was small counter with an apartment-size
refrigerator underneath. Next to that was a small stove with two burners
and a small oven underneath; a gas line led outside. Above the counter was
a storage cabinet containing a few cups, plates, and bowls. The single
door occupied part of the east wall and the wood stove was centered on the
the south wall. A wooden plank made up the table, and the two chairs were
homemade. Out of character was a relatively luxurious chair about four
feet from the wood stove. In the center of the room, there was a trapdoor
outlined in the floor. The overall effect of the cabin was of coziness and
warmth. Stan rose and slid into the soft chair, earning a reproachful look
from Diefenbacher, a large, white, deaf, lip-reading, half-wolf, who
thought it was his chair. "What's the matter Stan? Is the floor too hard
for you?" There WAS a rug, but it lay under the table and not in front of
the wood stove. "My skin was startin to get blisters Fraser ! ... and
don't look at me like that Dief! Hey Fras, why dontja sit down and relax?"
"In a minute, Stan." Fraser removed his plaid wool shirt, revealing a tee
shirt and jeans. He then pulled off his boots and put them near the fire.
Stan looked up at him. "Two months sure was a long time to be freezin
cold." 

 "Why Stan, we could have easily stayed three months, or even longer."
Fraser's blue eyes twinkled. "The weather was improving, the days were
getting longer, and the Innuit people would have gladly supplied us with
all the pemmican and fresh seal meat we could eat!" Fraser loved to tease
his former partner. "Fraser, I can't stop thinkin about Chicago. You know
that it's probably hot there? Dontja you think it's time we got back on
the job?" Stan's voice revealed his yearning for home. "Stan, you know I'm
not going back to Chicago. I've been assigned here in the Territories.
This is home, and I'm glad to be back." Just then, there was a knock on
the door. Although deaf, Dief smelled the visitor and rose to his feet,
tail wagging happily. Fraser opened the door. "Hi Eric!" 

 A tall, longhaired Innuit man walked in, carrying a leather bag. Eric was
a handsome example of a First American. His long, black hair nearly
reached his waist. He wore jeans, high leather boots, and a light jacket,
and carried a rifle over his shoulder. "Hi Fraser. Long time no see. I
heard you were back." 

 "It's good to see you too, Eric. Let me introduce you to Detective Stan
Kowalski. He was my partner in Chicago. You met his predecessor, Ray
Vecchio." "Any friend of Fraser is a friend of mine." Stan smiled and
shook hands with Eric. "Eric and I are old friends," said Fraser. 

 "Dinner time, Fraser!" Eric said happily, throwing down the leather bag
on the table. Fraser opened it, revealing a pair of plucked and gutted
grouse. "Thanks Eric. How generous of you! I was concerned about what we
were going to eat for dinner." Diefenbacher took the opportunity to poke
his nose in the bag. "Down, Dief! You'll get your share later." Fraser
held the wolf's head between his hands and carefully mouthed the words.
With a whine of protest, Dief retreated. "You're staying for a while,
aren't you Eric?" Fraser lit the pilot light of the oven. While the oven
heated, he rubbed the birds with butter, then rooted around in the
cupboards for some thyme. He placed the birds in a roasting pan and
sprinkled some thyme on them. He put the pan in the hot oven. "If you'll
have me Fraser. I want to hear about your trip north." "Stan, give Eric a
little room please?" Fraser asked. Stan nodded and moved his legs off the
arms of the chair so Eric could sit there. Fraser sat on a stump
previously serving as an end table. "Well Eric, as you probably heard,
Stan and I and a group of the RCMP brought the arch-criminal Muldoon to
justice. You know, the man responsible for my mother's death? After the
arrest, Stan and I felt we needed an adventure, so we left for the
Northwest Passage by dog sled. I think for Stan, the trip gave him an idea
of the true beauty of the northwest, and a good story to take back to his
friends in Chicago. It was a first-class escape for the two of us. That's
about it. We met with villagers who supplied us with food and an
occasional igloo, and the sled dogs with food. With spring coming and the
long days, we decided to come back and fix up dad's cabin. What are you
doing these days, Eric?" "Well, Fraser, nothing much. The weather is kind
of weird -- you know - -warmer than usual. That's how I found these
grouse. I think there must be a big storm brewing. Maybe it'll	hit some
time this week. I don't know." "A weather prognosticator and hunter!
You're a talented man," said Stan. Eric laughed. Fraser made  

 some coffee then set the table. As soon as the coffee was ready, he
poured it into cups and gave one to each man. After a bit, meaty,
mouth-watering scents soon permeated the small cabin. "I think they're
ready. He opened the oven door. They look delicious!" Fraser removed the
pan from the oven. "Let's eat!" He said. he set the pan on the table and
began carving the birds and putting the meat on cracked plates. Because
there were only two chairs, Fraser sat on the stump. Dief followed him to
beg for  a handout. After dinner, they had more coffee and talked. "I
think the last time I saw you was in Chicago when the museum there  

 acquired some antique masks originally belonging to your people." Fraser
smiled at the memory. "You and your family set up a sweat lodge in my
apartment. You weren't there Stan. You missed out on that sweat lodge
experience. It was fascinating." "What is this sweat lodge thing, a kind
of sauna?" 

 "I guess you could say it's like that, but it's much more intense."
"Maybe you'll stop by Chicago, Eric, and set one up for me." Stan smiled.
"Sure, if I ever get back that way again." Eric stretched, then stood. 
Gotta go Fras. The wife's expecting me." "That was delicious, Eric. I
can't thank you enough for bringing the birds." "Take care Fras!  

 Nice to meet you, Stan." Eric shook the detective's hand. "Have a good
trip back to the States." At the door, Stan said, "Eric, it's been good!
Stop by the precinct if you get a chance." Eric left. For a while, Fraser
and Stan talked about old times in Chicago and some of their former cases.
A couple hours later, they were drowsy. Fraser stood up, stretching and
yawning. "We'd better turn in, Stan. We've got a busy day tomorrow." 

 "Just one little trip outside for a call of nature, and I'll turn in."
Stan slipped outside for a few minutes. While he was out, Fraser spread a
blanket on the floor next to the fireplace. He took a pillow from the
couch and put at the head of the blanket. The door opened and Stan
reentered  the cabin. "Good night Fraser," said Stan. He crawled clumsily
into the bed. Fraser stretched out happily on the blanket, with Dief
snuggled  

 next to his feet. Soon, the only sound to break the silence were snores,
mostly from Dief and Stan. 

 Northwest territories, Great Slave Lake, June 17, 2000 

 The next morning, slanting sunlight stuck the eyelids of the man sleeping
near the fire. Fraser woke with a start, yawned, stretched, and stood up.
"Dief, wake up!" 
 Dief whined in protest. 

 "Come on Diefenbacher. Just because you're deaf doesn't mean you can
sleep in. There's really nothing less appealing than a FAT wolf." Fraser
added a log to the embers of the fire, sending sparks up the chimney. He
prepared a pot of coffee, then woke the detective. "Stan, wake up!" He
shook the sleeping man. 

 "Hey Fraser, ya got to be kidding!" Stan growled. "I feel like I need
three more hours." Despite his whining, Stan got out of bed. He looked at
the chair, stretched out on it, and shut his eyes. The coffee was finally
ready and Fraser poured two cups. 

 "This will wake you up, Stan," he said. In fact, Stan did seem to revive
after sipping the strong coffee. Fraser, a naturally early riser, was
hungry. "Time for breakfast," he said. Dief, who seemed to understand him
perfectly, whined in response and wagged his tail. "Yes, you can have some
too. But no donuts, OK? Are you hungry Stan?" "I guess so Fraser. Whatja
got?"  "Will oatmeal do?" "OK by me, Fraser." Fraser boiled some water for
oatmeal, then served breakfast. He poured  

 a couple short glasses of orange juice. He gave Dief some oatmeal and
some dry dog food, which the wolf gulped down avidly. While they ate, they
talked about Stan's plans. "Fraser, I guess I'd better plan on going home
today. You mentioned before that you could get your Mountie friends to get
me a ride. Does the offer still count? "Sure it does, Stan. Do you still
have your cell phone? Good. Why don't you phone the airport in Yellowknife
to make reservations? While you do that, I'd better feed the other animals
their breakfast." Fraser, wearing the same clothes that he slept in,
finished the last of his oatmeal, stood, and walked outside. From the
outside, the cabin was charmingly rustic, with logs weathered silver-gray.
The chimney on the sloping shake roof showed smoke rising in the still,
fresh air. The cabin was surrounded on three sides by tall pine trees. At
this time in the year, the sun bathed with cabin with light twenty-four
hours a day. Nearby was a small barn. The scene had picture postcard
possibilities. Fraser opened the door to the barn. "Whoa, dogs! Down!"
Fraser's sled dogs bounded around excitedly. "I've got your food right
here, Jessie," he told the lead husky. He fed the dogs, all seven of them,
dog chow in separate bowls. Then he walked over to a bin and filled a
scoop with sweet, pelleted grain. "Hi there, Sam." He patted the nose of
his black quarter horse gelding, then hung the bucket of grain near the
horse's head. Sam snuffled the grain eagerly. Fraser walked back to the
cabin and entered to find Stan using his cell phone. "My flight will leave
at 2:30 PM today, Lieutenant," he was saying. "Thanks, Lieutenant, I will.
Goodbye." "That was Lieutenant Welch from the precinct, Fraser. He said to
say hello." "That was nice of him. I hope he's well. Give me your phone,
and I'll call the RCMP HQ at the Great Slave Lake detachment. Maybe they
can send down a jeep." Fraser called his HQ. "Good morning Sergeant, this
is Constable Fraser. Do you think you could spare a jeep today? I have
someone here who must fly to the States and needs a ride to the airport in
Yellowknife. You do? Thank you kindly. He'll be ready when you arrive." He
handed the phone back to Stan. "They'll send a constable here with a jeep.
He'll take you to the Yellowknife airport." "Thanks Fraser. I guess I'd
better pack up what little I have." It didn't take the detective long to
gather his meager belongings. While they waited for the jeep, they drank
more coffee and talked. "You'll have to say hello for me to all the folks
in your precinct, Stan." Fraser spoke wistfully. "I do miss them,
especially Ray Vecchio. They're all good police officers. I even miss
Francesca.  I'd bet even money that she's married." "I wouldn't be
surprised, Fras. She's what you call a real female predator. No man has a
chance." "Stop	

 in at the consulate and say hello for me to Constable Turnbull. At least,
I THINK he's still there, if he hasn't stepped in front of a car by
accident or something." "Will do, Fraser. Look, there's the jeep! It sure
didn't take long to get here." The jeep pulled up. A young RCMP officer
jumped nimbly out of the jeep, then knocked on the semi-open door and came
in. "Justin. it's good to see you." Fraser smiled at the younger man and
shook his hand. "Stan, this is Constable Justin. Justin, this is Detective
Stanley Kowalski of the Chicago PD." "We've heard of the detective. The
two of you are famous, sir, first, for bringing down that evil deviant
Muldoon in the very worst weather, then for traveling by dog sled to the
Beaufort Sea and returning in one piece." "It's nice being famous, huh
Benny?" Stan grinned. He picked up his bag and the three men walked
outside to the jeep. Stan threw his bag into the back seat. "Stan, it's
been a memorable experience," said Fraser, shaking Stan's hand. "I'm going
to miss you. I hope you make it to Chicago OK. You WILL find a way of
letting me know?" "Sure thing, Fraser. It's been real. Take good care of
yourself. I'll be in touch." He embraced his friend. With a jaunty grin,
the detective hopped in the jeep. Fraser walked over to  the driver's
side. "Take good care of my friend, Justin, and tell the Commander I'll
stop by later on today to get my new assignment." "Sure  

 thing, Constable. Ready detective?"  "Let's go," replied Stan. They drove
away. Dief whined a little and Fraser told him, "He'll be fine, Dief.
We're  

 going to miss him, huh?" Fraser felt a cold spot of loneliness grow
larger. He missed Stan, he missed his father, and even missed Chicago.
Enough of this brooding, he thought. The weather is gorgeous and I'm home.
The only thing that would make it better would be to have someone to share
it with him. Inspector Meg Thatcher, he thought, then sighed. I bet she's
forgotten all about me. He shrugged his shoulders and went back inside. 

 Ottawa, RCMP headquarters, June 17, 2000 

 The early afternoon sunlight slanted into the open window of the office
belonging to Inspector Margaret Thatcher of the RCMP. A fresh breeze
touched her shoulder-length dark-brown hair. Meg was a beautiful woman,
with porcelain skin, and sapphire blue eyes. She stood about five feet
four inches. Her office was in one wing of the second floor of the main
RCMP Headquarters. Meg brushed back her hair irritably. This office work
is getting me down, she thought, hating to admit it, even to herself. It's
so BORING! She briefly compared her stay here in HQ with her tenure in
Chicago as Chief Liaison Officer at the Canadian Consulate. Now THAT was
fun! she thought. A gorgeous Mountie named Constable Benton Fraser was her
second-in-command. A smile came to her lips as she thought of Fraser.
Despite his extremely good looks, he was almost painfully shy around her.
He seemed to be endlessly in trouble of some sort or another. The two of
them had encountered some really vicious criminals. Ah, that horrible
Randall Bolt! She cringed at the thought of the man. Her most vivid
memories were of the time when a train carrying the 32 horses and riders
of the famed RCMP Musical Ride on route from Manitoba to Chicago as part
of their North American tour was hijacked by Bolt. She, Fraser, Sergeant
Buck Frobisher, and a TV crew had accompanied the riders. It turned out
that the TV crew were actually Bolt and his gang. It was on that train,
she remembered, that she first discovered she had strong 'feelings' for
the devastatingly handsome Fraser. In fact, while standing on top of the
rushing train, these feelings led to a passionate kiss that nearly blew
both of them away! Remembering that kiss still made her knees weak. I
wonder what Fraser is up to these days? The last time she saw Fraser was
in the Northwest Territories south of Tuktoyuktuk, just before he captured
the evil criminal Muldoon, the man who had brutally murdered his mother.
She knew that after that incident, Fraser and Detective Kowalski had taken
off on a wild adventure by dog sled to the Beaufort Sea. She knew that
they'd returned safely, but nothing else. The door to her office opened
quietly. Lost in her musings, she did not see Commander  Thorn enter her
office. "Inspector Thatcher?" he asked. She spun around guiltily, quickly
squelching her thoughts and coming  

 to attention. "Yes, Sir."  "At ease, Meg," he said kindly. "What can I do
for you Commander?" she asked. She noticed his smile  

 and relaxed slightly. "I came down here to tell you that you've been
working too hard, and that I'm giving you a vacation." "But I never take
vacations, Sir," said Meg. 

 "Nonsense Meg. You look terrible. Your work hasn't been up to par lately.
You NEED a vacation. Take all the time you need. You deserve some fun in
your life. We can survive here without you for a while," he said. Fun...
Fun. Hmmmm, thought Meg. "Thank you Commander. I'll consider it." Maybe I
DO need a vacation. "You're free to go anytime, perhaps even this
weekend," he said. On his way out of her office, he said, "I want you to
relax, Meg! Take all the time you need." Five o'clock PM found Meg still
puttering away in her office. A light bulb flickered intermittently. Hmm,
she sighed to herself and opened a nearby window. Ah, such a warm, sunny
afternoon. I should be somewhere else, dining and dancing. But her
thoughts strayed insistently back to the taste of Fraser's lips and his
strong arms. She shivered. All of a sudden, a wonderful thought bloomed
full-grown in her brain. I'll go visit Fraser. Why didn't I think of that
before? I'll surprise him! She walked over to her computer, logged on a
ticket-reservation web site, and bought a ticket on Air Canada for
Yellowknife, capital of the Northwest Territories, and the closest airport
to Fraser's most recent assignment. I'd better warn the detachment I'm
coming and make sure Fraser is there. She called the RCMP detachment at
south Great Slave Lake. "Hello, may I speak to the Commander, please? Yes,
I'll hold... Hello Commander. You don't know me. My name is Inspector
Margaret Thatcher at HQ in Ottawa. I've made reservations to fly out to
your outpost. I'm on vacation and would like to visit the wilderness. Can
you have someone pick me up at the airport in Yellowknife? You will? Thank
you. I also have another question. Do you happen to have a Constable
Benton Fraser on assignment there? You do?" Wonderful! "Why? Oh, he was my
second-in-command when I worked at the Canadian Consulate in Chicago. I
haven't seen him in a while. Thank you for everything, Sir, and I'll see
you in a couple days. I'll call with my final arrival time. You too, Sir.
Goodbye." She turned off her computer, then the lights, and left the
building. She unlocked her blue Honda Accord and drove to her apartment,
about four miles away. She ate a brief dinner, then began packing her
suitcase. She chose her regular khaki uniform, jeans, boots, a wool
sweater, flannel jacket, as well as her personal things. There wasn't much
to take. Everything fit in a standard carry-on. She liked to travel light.
With everything ready, she crawled into her bed, feeling excited for the
first time in many months. 

 Ottawa, RCMP headquarters, June 18, 2000 

 The next morning she woke early, ready for the trip by taxi to the
airport. Her flight would take about nine hours, through Edmonton.
Although she was anxious to leave, now that she had decided to go, she
dreaded the long flight. At least, there were a couple stops where she
could get out of the plane and stand and stretch. Maybe even a nap was
possible on board. She quickly dressed, taking extra care with her makeup,
then rolled her bag out of her apartment down to the waiting taxi. At the
gate, she checked in, then boarded her plane. As the Boeing 737 lifted
from the Ottawa airport, she again felt the flow of excitement through her
veins, a delightful feeling of utter escape. 

 Great Slave Lake, June 18, 2000 

 The next morning, Fraser woke early. He momentarily missed Stan's
incessant whining, but the day was so sunny and warm that his spirits
lifted. He washed up, then dressed in his khaki uniform. He fed the dogs
and his horse, which he then bridled and saddled. He released the huskies,
who bounded about joyfully. Dief emerged from the cabin and greeted the
others. Fraser tied Sam to a rail and went back to the cabin to lock it
up. 

 Fraser led Sam out of the barn, set the saddlebags securely in place,
then gracefully vaulted into the saddle. He called the dogs together, and
the entire group set out for the RCMP outpost at south Great Slave Lake.
It was a delightful ride. Dief and the other dogs trotted easily beside
the horse. They were old friends. An occasional distant moose raised his
magnificent antlers in curiosity. Halfway to the outpost, near a rippling
stream, Fraser dismounted to rest and let Sam drink and graze a little.
The sun felt overwhelmingly pleasant on his face. How could he have ever
lived in any city, much less Chicago? He belonged here! This was home! He
dozed. After what seemed to be only a few minutes, Sam nudged him as if to
remind him there was work to be done. Fraser sighed and remounted. Around
noon, he rode up to the outpost, where Constable Justin met him as he rode
up. "Have a nice trip Sir?" he asked. "You sure had some fine weather for
it." He took charge of the sled dogs. "Come here Jessie, come on huskies!"
"It sure is great to be back in the saddle again, Justin. The weather
seems to be unusually warm. Anything  in the forecast?" "Nothing yet."
Fraser briskly dismounted and handed the reins to the recruit, who patted 


 Sam and led him to the stables for some grain and pasture. Fraser entered
the red-brick, two-story building and climbed the stairs to the second
floor. He reported to the commander's secretary. "Hello Sarah, I'm here
for my assignment," he told her.
 "Fraser! Good to see you again!" the secretary blushed to see the
handsome mountie, and smiled. "The Commander's in and expecting you. Go
right on in." Fraser smiled at her. "Thank you kindly, Sarah." He entered
the Commander's office. "Reporting for duty, sir." He saluted his
commander, then shook his hand. "What's my assignment to be, Commander?"
he asked. "I'm glad to see you made it safely out of the cold north,
Constable. As far as assignments, I think we are going to need your
special expertise. We've had the usual run of poachers and fishermen
without licenses. Small stuff. But... we just received notice this morning
of a bank robbery this side of Yellowknife. The report implies there was
only one perpetrator. Besides killing one bank guard, the deviant got away
with ~$500,000 in small bills. The detectives there say he was heading
this way. You're famous for your tracking ability Fraser, even better than
your father was, so I'm assigning you to the case. I've also assigned
Constable Justin  to accompany you." "I'll do my best, sir," Fraser
replied. "Oh... and one other thing. Apparently you're getting a visitor
from Ottawa, an Inspector Thatcher?" "Inspector Thatcher! Here?!" Fraser  

 felt a rush of blood to his face, despite his best efforts at restraining
it. His brain all of a sudden ceased it's endless logical ruminations and
went blank. "The Inspector is on vacation. She's expressed a desire to
visit you. Maybe she'd like to help you investigate this robbery," said
the Commander. "Well... well... ." Fraser found himself stammering and
blushing like a schoolboy, then he straightened suddenly, mentally pulling
himself together. "Yes sir. I'd be glad of company on this investigation,
if she wishes it. She is amply qualified. I'm sure you've heard of the
incident on the train with the Musical Ride and the hijackers. She showed
she's much more than a desk-bound bureaucrat." "She's flying into
Yellowknife as we speak. One of our trainees is picking her up at the
airport and bringing her here. She should be arriving any time now. Tell
me more about this train incident, Constable. Chicago is a long way from
here. We're out in the boondocks, so we only hear snippets of what's going
on in the rest of the command." "Suffice it to say, sir, that it was a
particularly intense experience for both the Inspector and myself. You'll
recall that the Musical Ride was scheduled to perform in Chicago?
Inspector Thatcher, Sergeant Buck Frobisher, and I were accompanying the
riders to Chicago. Unknown to us, the so-called TV crew taping the ride
were, in fact, hijackers, bent on a nuclear meltdown of a good bit of
Chicago, including ourselves. Inspector Thatcher conducted herself in the
highest traditions of the RCMP. With her help, we saved the Ride, and
Chicago." Fraser's voice betrayed his enthusiasm at the memory. "Glad to
hear of it, Constable. You field types get all the excitement. Just as
well you do. At my age, a little less excitement and a little more
paperwork are quite acceptable, eh?" he walked to the window. "Ah! I see
the staff car approaching. Your Inspector Thatcher is here!" Fraser felt
his pulse rate increase and a flutter of anxious excitement in his gut. He
felt breathless, almost ill. It had been quite a while since he had seen
his former commanding officer. In fact, the last time he saw her was
outside a tent on a snowfield before Muldoon and party showed up, guns
blazing. He thought then he would never get to see her again. Despite
their undeniably potent chemistry, Meg Thatcher had never expressed a
desire to experience the wilderness. She seemed to be a city girl, through
and through, completely different from the wilderness-bred Fraser. There
was a knock on the door.  "Inspector Margaret Thatcher here to see you
Sir." Sarah held the door open for Meg to come in. "Come in, Inspector."
the Commander welcomed the beautiful, dark-haired woman officer. "How do
you do, Commander.  

 Why...it's Constable Fraser!" She turned to Fraser with blush covering
her cheeks. Controlling her urge to stammer, she turned reluctantly back
to the Commander. "I'm here on leave, sir. I have been ordered to relax."
Fraser turned to her and asked, "How does a ride into the wilderness in
pursuit of a killer sound to you? We have fresh horses and a trail to
follow. Dief is ready to point the way." Meg pretended shock for a moment.
"You want me to track a killer on my vacation? She considered the thought
for a minute or two. "On the other hand, maybe that's the sort of thing I
need." Her eyes sparkled. Fraser nodded his handsome head. "I'd be glad to
have your company on this one, Inspector. How about breakfast at 7? We'll
hit the trail at 8." "That's fine Fraser. See you then. " She could kick
herself for treating him as if he were still her underling, but she didn't
want him to see how excited she was about the assignment. She had never
wanted him to know just how much he meant to her; after all, she
out-ranked him. Fraser nodded, then turned to leave. Just then, Sarah
knocked and entered. "There's a call for you Constable Fraser. It's a
Detective Kowalski from Chicago. You can take  it in my office." "Thank
you kindly, Sarah." Fraser walked out to the phone. As he opened the door,
he heard: "Inspector, how about dinner? I know a perfect place where you
can unwind before turning in." "I would  

 love to," Meg responded. "That airline food just didn't appeal to me. I'm
starving!" Fraser felt an unusual twinge of jealousy. That old man doesn't
deserve her! Of course, she had to have dinner with the Commander. It was
proper that she go with him and that he be excluded. He picked up the
waiting phone. "Hello Stan. Yes, it is good to hear from you. How was your
flight? That's good. What am I doing? Well, I've been assigned to bring a
bank robber to justice. Yes, I bet you'd love to help. Remember to tell
everyone at the precinct hi for me. Goodbye Stan." Fraser hung up the
phone. He sighed, then made his way to the cafeteria and ate a light
supper by himself. After dinner, he left the building and looked for Dief.
The half-wolf seemed to have read his mind, and joined him. Together they
walked to the barracks. Inside, Fraser picked out a bunk and stretched out
on it, with Dief at the foot. With a mostly unsuccessful effort to keep
thoughts of Meg out of his mind, he studied a historical text he recently
acquired. Ordinarily, he had a voracious thirst for knowledge. Finally,
however, he gave up and allowed his mind free rein. He soon fell asleep.
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 Meg went to dinner with the Commander, but her mind was not on the
excellent salmon. It showed in the glaring silence and her far-away looks.
The Commander was a sensitive man, but misunderstood the reason for her
distraction. "You've had a long day, Meg. Why don't we keep this short so
you can get your full eight hours?" The commander spoke gently. Sighing in
gratitude, Meg said, "Thank you sir. I AM completely wiped out." The
Commander asked for the check, then paid the bill. He and Meg left the
restaurant for the outpost. "Let me show you to your room, Meg, then I'll
be out of  your hair." Meg sleepily nodded. They came to the door of her
guest quarters. "Thank you kindly, Sir, for that lovely dinner. Good night
 

 sir!" She entered her room and shut the door. As she removed her uniform,
her thoughts insistently strayed back to Fraser. God, that man was as
handsome as ever. She idly stroked her breasts, pretending it was him.
Feeling aroused, she crawled into bed. However, exhaustion won out over
fantasy. In a few minutes, she was fast asleep. The sun pierced the
curtains and Meg creaked up her eyelids. She yawned and stretched
luxuriously, like a cat, and glanced around the momentarily strange room.
Finally reality filtered in and she woke fully. She rose and padded off to
the shower. ------------- 

 Meanwhile, Fraser, who had awakened about an hour earlier, was already
out in the stables, seeing to the horses. Sam was glad to see him,
nuzzling him for a treat. "You're looking good this morning, Sam." He gave
the horse a piece of molasses. Sam smacked his lips in pleasure. Fraser
glanced around the rest of the stable and saw a beautiful black mare,
obviously chosen for the Inspector. Her stall bore the name of 'Black
Jade.' Fraser patted her gently and gave her a piece of molasses too.
Fraser had a natural way with horses. His stomach reminded him just how
hungry HE was. "Come on, Dief, let's have some breakfast. But no donuts or
Milk Duds for you, my friend." Diefenbacher looked up at Fraser and whined
in disappointment. The wolf really COULD read lips. Wolf and mountie
walked back to the main building and entered. Sarah fluttered her
eyelashes and greeted him coyly. "Good morning Fraser! Did you sleep
well?" Dief nuzzled her hand. He liked the ladies. "Good morning to you
Sarah, and yes, I slept very well. Thank you kindly," he replied briskly
with a smile. "Have you seen Inspector Thatcher yet?" A tiny flash of
disappointment flashed in the girl's eyes. "I believe she'll be down soon,
Fraser." 

 He sat down to wait, which wasn't more than five minutes. He was
uncomfortably conscious of Sarah's rather predatory stare as he waited. He
never could fully understand why women behaved this way around him. He
stood abruptly as Meg entered the room. "Good morning, Inspector! May I
say that you look particularly fetching this morning? You must have slept
well." Meg blushed a bright red and stammered, and finally blurted after
several tries, "Thank you Fraser, and yes, I slept like a log."
"Inspector, we'd better eat well this morning. We may have a long ride
ahead of us," he said. "Ready for breakfast?" "I'm hungry too, Constable,"
she said. She realized that she was actually starved. "Let's go to the
cafeteria." At the cafeteria, Fraser pulled out a chair for her, politely,
of course. As she sank into the chair, the scent of her freshly washed
hair invaded his nose, and a thrill of pure pleasure raced through him.
His nose wanted to stay there. This is going to be a tough trip, he
thought. Constable Justin came in and sat next to Meg, who smiled at him.
"Good morning Constable Justin."  "Good morning Inspector, Constable"
Fraser found he didn't have his usual appetite, and his sense of smell	

 was heightened. I wonder if you know what you do to me, Meg. Breakfast
included fried eggs and ham, with toast on the side, and orange juice. A
sugar doughnut and coffee were irresistible. Feeling satiated, the
Mounties rose from the table. "The horses are saddled and bridled," said
Fraser. He noticed that Meg's eyes seemed to be extra bright. She  looked
excited. But she only said, "Let me go thank the Commander and tell him
goodbye. I'll be down to the stables shortly." "Don't worry  

 about staples for the trip. I've made arrangements with the cook, who
will make us lunch for our little trip." "Efficient as always! Make sure
you get the details of the murder and bank robbery." Why do I always 
sound like a unbending, mean bitch. Fraser stiffened at her patronizing
tone. Of course, he already had this information. "Of course, Inspector.  

 All the details were presented to me when I received my assignment," he
said formally. The three of them walked together toward the Commander's
office. "I'll see you at the stables." Fraser and Justin Meg accompanied
Meg to the Commander's office, then walked to the stables. They spoke
briefly to each of the mounts, led them outside, then looped their reins
to a nearby rail. They went back to the stable for the saddlebags. Fraser
checked his 38-caliber Smith & Wessen, and made sure he was well-equipped 
with ammunition. "Everything ready, Justin?" "Yes sir," Justin replied.
"Do you think we'll really need our guns today?" "It doesn't hurt to be
thoroughly prepared, son," Fraser said.  

 Fraser, of course, was an crack shot. Despite this, it seemed strange to
him to contemplate actually shooting the gun. After all, in Chicago, he
had never even loaded it. Getting a permit there didn't seem to be worth
the trouble. However, now he was in Canada, where it was required for him
to carry a loaded handgun because, after all, he was a policeman. He
looked up and saw Meg approaching, carrying her own saddlebags, in
uniform, and obviously well armed. Her dark, shoulder-length hair swung in
the breeze. She was so beautiful that his heart ached. Fraser and Justin
wore Stetsons and standard RCMP uniforms, not the scarlet dress uniforms,
which, although world-famous, were mainly for public display (like at the
consulate) and formal occasions. The inspector wore her  inspector's hat.
"Ready to go, Inspector?" Fraser asked, with a happy smile on his face.
"I'm ready, Fraser. Hello Justin. I trust that you've  

 been fully briefed for this mission. Shall we go? Every second we waste,
the perpetrator gets farther away from us." Meg sounded brisk and
business-like. "Let me introduce you to Black Jade," said Fraser. He
introduced Meg to her horse. She patted her gently, making instant friends
with her. "She's lovely, Constable. Let's mount up." The three RCMP
officers turned and rode side by side toward the forest trail, which began
about five kilometers from the outpost. When they reached the trail, they
were forced to ride single-file, with Fraser in the lead. They stopped
briefly to let Dief sniff out the area. He caught the scent, his head came
up, and he trotted down the trail. "The Yellowknife detectives trailed the
perpetrator as far as this forest, where they lost the trail. Dief has
already picked up the scent and will lead us." Fraser watched the ground
carefully as they slowly rode. Apparently the bank robber used a dirt bike
to make his escape. There were faint tire tracks in the dry soil of the
trail and a faint scent of gasoline in the air. Unlike many men, Fraser
had an acute, highly discriminating sense of smell. His powers of
observation were legendary. "See this broken branch?" He pointed to a
snapped twig on a spruce tree. "He was going pretty fast to run off the
trail like this." He pointed to a fresh rut alongside the trail. The
riders continued along the trail, the only sound the soft plop of their
horses' feet in the dry dirt. "Does your horse please you, Inspector?
Fraser looked back. 

 "She's a fine mover, Fraser, a joy to ride." He had caught her by
surprise. She had had her eyes glued to Fraser's back, thinking, there's
nothing sexier than a handsome man on horseback. It was an extraordinarily
fine day. The sun shone warmly down on them from a cloudless sky. There
was a strong, wonderful scent of pine in the air, wafted about by a light
breeze. Meg didn't know when she was happier. Abruptly her horse shied,
but it was only at a squirrel, chattering at them from the branch. She
laughed out loud, startling her two companions. They had ridden about
seven kilometers when Meg said, "How about a break, Fraser? I'm not used
to all this riding and I feel stiff. Justin, how about you?" "I could use
a break too, Inspector. Anyway, I need to check my horse's right front
shoe. She's developed a bit of a limp." "Ok. There's a clearing ahead that
should be just perfect," said Fraser, who knew these woods better than
anyone. They rode up to an almost circular clearing just off the trail.
There was a tiny stream gurgling at one end. They dismounted and tied the
horses to a small tree near the stream, so they could munch some of the
grass and drink. Fraser went to his saddlebags and removed a canteen and a
paper bag. "I believe we each have one of these in our saddlebags. Meg and
Justin found their own bags. They all sat down on soft pine needles near a
large Douglas fir and opened the bags. Each bag contained sandwiches,
fruit, and a thermos of hot coffee. "The outdoors has really made me
hungry, Fraser," Meg said. Her cheeks were blush-red from the sunshine.
Fraser thought she looked fabulous. "May I say, again, Inspector, that you
look particularly beautiful today," he said. Her blush deepened. He
watched her intently. "Why thank you Fraser." Her words were muffled, as
she blushed in pleasure. Fraser was highly aware of the woman sitting next
to him on the ground. He noticed her incredible ivory skin and perfect
nose. Her scent filled his nostrils, a scent of shampoo and fragrant
soaps. Her hair was so silky; he yearned to run his fingers through it.
Her uniform couldn't disguise her full breasts. His heart was racing. He
strongly suspected that she felt as he did. This was so hard. He felt he
was losing control. Although he wanted her so badly, he kept reminding
himself that she was his superior officer, and that they had an important
job to do. They quickly finished their lunches. Oblivious to the tension
between his fellow mounties, Justin stood and said, "I'll go and check
that shoe now." He walked over to his horse, raised her right front hoof,
and began probing it. Seeing that Justin was fully engrossed in his
horse's feet, Fraser made a sudden decision and reached for Meg. He pulled
her to him. Instead of resisting, she gasped with pleasure and melted into
his arms. For several moments, they were lost in each other's eyes. "I'm
glad you're here Meg. I've missed you." 

 "I missed you too, Fraser, but I think we'd better stop," Meg panted
lightly. "Justin will catch us, and we still have a job to do." She
stroked his cheek. "Of course, Inspector. Meg, I mean." Visibly fighting
an overwhelming urge to reach for her again, Fraser stood, biting his
lips. He and Meg picked up the lunch debris and put it in the saddlebags
on Sam. Being conscious of potential pollution, they made sure there
wasn't any sign they had stopped there. Justin led his horse up. "The shoe
wasn't the problem, just a stone in her hoof. I pulled it out easily,"	he
said. "Well done, Justin," Fraser said. They pulled up the reins, and
remounted. Fraser's sharp eye suddenly	

 picked up a almost-hidden strip of cloth snagged on a thorn. "Look here.
Our robber certainly came this way, Inspector," he said. "You have a good
eye, Fraser," Meg replied a little breathlessly. He glanced at her,
understanding that something had changed between them. They rode quietly
for another hour. Suddenly, Dief stopped and whined softly. Ahead was a
narrow finger of the lake. At the far end stood a structure of some kind,
a little hard to distinguish at this distance. Fraser reached into his
jacket and pulled out his spyglass. "I believe there's smoke coming from
that building," he said. "I think it's a hunter's cabin. Maybe our thief
is holed up there. Let's ride up a little closer, then go on foot." They
rode quietly for twenty minutes, then dismounted and tied up the horses.
Their tan uniforms blended invisibly with the forest. Ahead of them stood
a classic hunter's log cabin nearly hidden in the pine trees. Smoke
climbed lazily out of the stone chimney. There was one window on the side
they were approaching. Walking as silently as possible, with guns in hand,
the Mounties approached the cabin and flattened themselves against the
wall under the window. Voices inside were just barely audible. "I think
we've gotten away with it," said one of the voices, a woman's voice. At
the sound of her voice, Fraser stiffened and paled. "Why did you have to
kill that guard? I don't think the RCMP is going to let us just walk away
from this one." The other voice was male, and sounded angry. "The guard
would have sounded the alarm that much sooner," said the woman sharply.
"It was the only way we could get away cleanly. Besides, what's another
dead body mean to me?" As she spoke, Fraser's eyes widened in shock. Meg
glanced at him, then frowned. "What is it, Fraser?" she whispered.  Fraser
put his finger to his lips and mouthed, "I think it's Victoria Metcalfe."
Now it was Meg's turn to look shocked. This trip was turning  

 out to be very interesting indeed. She winced as a twig cracked rather
noisily under her boot. Fraser and Justin tensed and glanced towards Meg.
"What was that?!" the man inside asked urgently. "I heard something
outside." The Mounties heard a pistol cocked. They crouched down and held
their collective breath. Fraser looked at Meg and pointed toward the back
of the cabin. He pantomimed Justin to move toward the front door. The
mounties then crouched and slowly and silently edged away from the window.
Fraser and Meg reached the back of the cabin and saw a door partly ajar.
With their backs to the wall, they inched forward and peeked inside. At
the front door, they saw Justin peek in, then pull back. "I didn't hear
anything, Frank." They heard Victoria say derisively. You're awfully
nervous." Then she seemed to have second thoughts. "But I think we'd
better finish up here and leave. Go over there and pick up the money." "Ok
sweetheart," he grinned at her. "I'm at your command, your royal
highness," and did as he was asked. He moved out of sight. The mounties
heard the rustle of paper. With guns ready, they carefully looked through
the half-open door. They saw Victoria, dressed in jeans and a black
sweater, and the man, Frank, similarly attired. Suddenly, they saw
Victoria raise her gun and shoot her partner twice. "I command you to be
dead. I don't like to share," she muttered. At that moment, Fraser and Meg
rushed in. Justin simultaneously rushed in at the front. "Put your hands
up!" Fraser said, pointing his gun at the woman. She spun around in shock.
"Ben!" Victoria's voice slid from shock to a warmth. "Ben, is that you?"
Meg, also holding her gun on the woman, sighed. Crap! Double crap on that
slut! she thought. God, I hope he doesn't still love her. This could be
dangerous. She glanced at Ben to gauge his reaction to this obvious
come-on. As she did, she momentarily took her eyes off the woman, who
suddenly leaped in her direction, reaching for her gun. Like a flash,
Fraser fired a bullet into her leading hand. Victoria gave a little cry,
dropping back, and holding her hand. Meg reasserted her control. Victoria
glanced her way. "Who is this woman, Fraser?" she managed to croon and
sneer at the same time. Again Meg glanced at Fraser and was more than
pleased to see a stern, cold, implacable look on his face. "Victoria
Metcalfe, you are under arrest for robbery and the murder of the bank
guard and this man," Fraser said. "Please Ben, let me go. You know what we
mean to each other." Victoria whimpered. "Sorry Victoria. You've gone way
too far this time. Get your hands in the air. " He pulled handcuffs from
his uniform and linked them around Victoria's wrists. "Meg, do you have
your cell phone with you? Good. Please inform the RCMP detachment that
we've captured their bank robber." Victoria widened her eyes as she heard
Fraser say, "Meg." "Why Fraser, is this the woman you're dumping me for?"
Then she got nasty. "That old woman?" "She's a finer woman than you are or
ever were, Victoria," Fraser said. Meg felt a wash of relief. She now knew
that the pathological love affair between Fraser and Victoria was
completely over. Justin stood there looking confused. He hadn't heard the
story of Fraser and Victoria. Several years back, Fraser saved Victoria's
life during a winter storm. She was on the run from a bank robbery and got
caught in a snowstorm. Fraser found her, and, in the process of saving her
life, fell in love with her. However, when they got back to civilization,
Fraser turned her in. She spent several years in the penitentiary. She
never forgave Fraser for betraying her. While he was in Chicago, he saw
her again and his love for her was rekindled, but she had revenge on her
mind and an evil plan. She murdered her former partner from the robbery in
cold blood and tried to implicate Fraser. She shot Dief, and almost got
Fraser's friend, Detective Vecchio, accused of the murder she had
committed. Worst of all, she nearly lured Fraser away from his honor and
career. She was a very dangerous woman. "Justin, please check out the
man's body for identification." Justin did as he was asked. Meg called the
outpost. "May I speak to the Commander? He's out? Please tell him that
we've apprehended the killer. We're at a hunter's cabin just south of the
lake. I see that there is a one-lane road to this cabin. Would you please
send a jeep? Thank you very much." Fraser and Meg sat down to wait.
Victoria kept her face to the wall. Soon, sobs shook her. "You know,
Victoria, this is all your own fault," Fraser said. "You've always had a
dark place in your heart and I guess that dark place has taken you over."
Meg looked at Fraser with respect. Sometimes he seemed so wise. She pulled
off her jacket. It was quite warm in the room. In about forty-five
minutes, a jeep pulled up with one officer aboard. Justin led Victoria out
to the jeep. Fraser carried Frank's body out. "Justin, I'd like you to
accompany the driver and keep an close eye on Ms. Metcalfe. We'll take
care of things here, and bring your horse by later." he said. Justin
nodded and climbed in the jeep. He waved at the two mounties. The Jeep
then pulled away. Meg looked at Fraser. 

 "Well, Fraser, that's finally over with." she said, her eyes sparkling.
"I'm so proud of the way you handled that dreadful woman." She looked
directly into his crystal blue eyes. Feeling a jet of pure pleasure at the
sight, Fraser reached for her and pulled her roughly to him. Without
further ado, he kissed her deeply. Meg moaned in pleasure and returned the
kiss, wrapping her hands around his neck. She briefly pulled away and
looked at him. "Oh you gorgeous man! You don't know how long I've waited
for this." "No longer than I have, Meg." Fraser said huskily. He ran his
large hands through her silky hair, then again pulled her to him tightly.
She opened her mouth for the kiss, then breathed in his male scent. "I
have to have you Meg. We've been denying ourselves far too long. But I
don't think this is a good place, do you? Who knows who might show up. How
would you like to ride back to that clearing where we ate lunch?" With
difficulty, Meg disengaged herself. "That's a good idea, Fraser!" They
went to their horses where again he grasped her for another kiss. "I just
get enough of you, Meg. Let's hurry!" They remounted. Just having the
horse between her legs was enough to inflame her further. She felt dizzy
with desire. As they rode, Meg marveled at the sight of the incredible man
on horseback. Halfway to the clearing, the skies to the southwest suddenly
darkened. A brisk breeze ruffled their hair. There was a brief spate of
lightning and thunder, then rain came down, hard. Although the squall
didn't last long, it was heavy. There had been no time for them to go back
to the cabin, so they just laughed and kept riding. Fraser watched in
admiration as the rain fell upon Meg. Her full breasts with large, erect
nipples showed through the wet fabric, which molded itself around them.
Fraser flushed with desire, nearly fell off his horse. He was mesmerized
by her breasts bobbing as she rode. He ached to wrap his large hands
around them. Meg was fully aware of her effect on Fraser. The sight of him
staring at her inflamed her further. The rain was over almost as soon as
it had begun. 

 Soon they arrived at the clearing and dismounted. They removed the bits
from the mouths of their horses, tied them to a tree, and allowed them to
graze the sweet grass. Fraser pulled the saddle from his horse, removed
the saddle blanket, and spread it on the ground. He wasted no time. He
pulled her to him and kissed her deeply, tongue exploring hers. He reached
through her shirt in and caressed her breasts. She gasped in delight and
leaned her head back. He pulled off her shirt with one hand and held her
with the other. He kneaded her breasts, flicking the nipples with his
tongue. "Oh my god, Fraser!" She unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off,
then nuzzled his throat. She licked his tiny nipples and bit them lightly,
then reached down and stroked the front of his pants. He had an enormous
erection. Her knees felt weak and she swayed. "God, Fraser, what are you
doing to me?" Meg said breathlessly. "What a big man you are!" She pulled
at his belt and removed it, then deftly unzipped his pants. "Help me
Fraser," she said urgently. Fraser lost no time in doing what she asked.
She reached in his drawers and stroked him. Fraser groaned, getting even
harder. He sagged against her. "God, Meg! I've never felt like this
before." She glanced up at her lover, seeing his face flushed with
passion. Fraser caressed her cheek. "I love you, Meg. Ever since the
train, even before. You've been in my mind ever since  I saw you." They
exchanged another soulful kiss. "Please make love to me now, Fraser. I
need you desperately!" Meg gasped.  

 In response, Fraser picked her up and placed her on her back on the
blanket. He pulled the rest of her clothes away and kneeled above her in
an attitude of worship. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen,"
he said, eliciting a moan of pleasure from Meg. He pinched her hard
nipples. Meg arched her back, growling. He reached down, found her most
sensitive area, and ground his thumb down hard. Meg almost sobbed. "Jesus,
Fraser," she muttered. "What an amazing man you are." She reached down,
feeling the pulsing blood beneath her fingers. Fraser began to pant. He
had never felt this much passion before. Rivers of sensation flowed
through his body. He leaned down to taste her. His tongue was firm, moving
in circles around her sensitive spot. Meg gave a keening scream, arching 
her back. "Please Fraser! I can't wait any longer! I want you NOW!" she
growled low in her throat. Without further ado, he urgently rolled  

 her over and brought her hips up. He stroked her rounded ass as he
entered her, deeply. She spread her legs wide, rested her head on her arms
and raised her ass up higher. She moaned and began pumping her hips in a
semi-circular rhythm, matching his thrusts. Her voice and response made
inflamed him further. "Fraser! I'm almost there!" Meg gasped in the final
throes of passion, sweat shiny on her face. "Oh my god, Meg!" growled
Fraser. Frenzy overcame him and he plunged wildly. Both shouted as they
came together. Meg wiped tears of passion from her eyes. They lay
together, breathing hard. Ben leaned over and kissed her, then put his arm
around her. He had a look in his eyes that Meg had never seen before: the
look of complete adoration and satiation. She realized she  must look the
same. "I adore you Ben. How could I have been so foolish to miss out on
you all this time?" "No more foolish than I," he replied.  

 "I love you Meg. In fact, I've loved you from the beginning. But you were
my commanding officer, and seemed so cold most of the time. I wasn't sure.
I felt us approaching an emotional nexus on the train, but then Frobisher
interrupted us and forced us back into our roles. I would have given my
life for you then, but I was prevented by circumstances beyond my
control." "I'm glad those circumstances kept you alive for me, Ben," Meg
whispered. "I love you." Fraser looked down at her, lying gloriously naked
beside him. Her dark hair shone silky in the sun. Why had he held back so
long and deprived himself of this? Fraser couldn't think of another time
when he felt so gloriously happy. As he watched Meg, he saw the same
reaction in her. They exchanged another deep kiss. "What are we going to
do now, Meg?" Fraser asked as leaned on one elbow. "Maybe you'd like a
tour of my cabin? It's not far from here." "Of course, I'd love that tour.
After all, I'm on vacation." Meg sounded eager. "I told Constable Justin
when he left to tell the outpost that I'd see them tomorrow," Fraser said,
"so we have the rest of the day and night  alone together." "Then let's
not waste a single minute!" Meg said this fervently, devoutly wishing for
even more time. She reluctantly extracted  

 herself from his side and pulled her clothes on. Ben watched her with
narrowed eyes. "Did I tell you how great you look naked?" He reached over
and stroked her breast. "You also look great in that uniform. The only
thing you look better in is your red serge." He stood and pulled on his
clothes. They embraced once more, then mounted their horses and set off
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