Awares by Piers Anthony Read Free Book Online

fabric. “I am feeling warm. Do you mind if I loosen my--?”
    “Not at all. In fact I'll join you.” He removed his jacket.
    “Thank you.” She loosened the upper contours of her dress, providing her breasts additional exposure. Now somewhat tipsy, it seemed she didn't notice.
    Within half an hour they were both naked and on the bed. He was fascinated by every part of her, especially her breasts. He kissed them avidly. He was a breast man, and she had the best that technology could provide.
    Looking past him, Elasa saw Bunky. She masked her surprise, realizing that Adela must have fetched him; that was why she had departed. Had she driven the car? Or were other Awares here? Elasa took hold of Paul's head and pressed his face between her breasts while the Lamb came close enough to sniff the back of the man's head. Bunky's telepathy was strongest up close. He was taking the necessary reading of the essential brain coding.
    Then Lamb and Aware were gone, their business completed. Elasa let Paul up for air and guided him into her for a powerful climax. She didn't need to make any pretense of a climax of her own, though she was adept at faking it; this was all for him.
    “Oh Silver!” he gasped. “You perfect creature! I want to take you with me!”
    “With you?” she asked, gently perplexed.
    “On my global tour. For your secretarial skills. I have many important men to see, and it would be incredibly dull without your company.”
    “But your secretary--” His wife at this point was a non-issue.
    “Will be out for two weeks.”
    “But if you're traveling globally, I have no passport, no clearance. I'm just a temp secretary.”
    “I can clear you with a quick call, as part of my staff.”
    “But two weeks—my husband would be concerned.”
    “I can arrange for bonus pay that will more than satisfy your husband.” Clearly he had had experience with husbands before.
    “Then, perhaps,” she agreed, drawing him back into her bosom. The Awares would keep Banner posted, and actually, the money would be nice.
    In this manner she allowed herself to be persuaded to accompany him on the tour. Exactly as the Awares had found necessary. She processed the department notes for each encounter, setting them up so that Pauling had no trouble with his presentations. There were other complications to navigate, because Pauling insisted that she eat well and maintain her health, and they generally ate together. She protested that she was on a diet to maintain her figure; he could not protest, as he much admired that figure. But she still had to eat some. That meant she had to eliminate it, which was not the easiest thing. She could urinate in the normal living manner, straining out the water, and took pains to let Pauling accidentally see that on occasion. As lovers they often shared the bathroom. But defecation would be another matter. Her undigested poop would be a giveaway.
    This was where Adela came in. She ate what Elasa removed from her internal pouch, privately. It looked awful, being a jumbled mess, but was quite sanitary, and Adela knew that. So Adela digested it, getting her food that way, and in due course defecated in the normal manner. Once Elasa managed to let Pauling see the turds in the toilet just before she flushed it. They were mutually embarrassed by the incident, but it was a necessary reassurance. There had to be no suspicion whatsoever that she was not a normal woman, poop and all.
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    There followed a rapid succession of flights and meetings. Pauling arranged for sufficient privacy during the dull hours in air so that they could have exuberant sex, and she made sure he was always more than satisfied. She was officially there to take notes during his actual meetings with high officials; no one even noticed her, theoretically, and if they suspected that Pauling was getting some on the side, well, what else was new?
    Until Adela gave her the word. “The next contact is critical. He's a womanizer, but we have