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bomb.”
    “I’ll have the EOD guys come by and pick it up. If it’s just trash, we will get rid of it. If it’s something important for you, we’ll phone you. I need your name and phone number.”
    “No problem,” said Bibi, handing him a slightly blood stained business card that had been crunched up in her hip pocket. “I’m on my way out for a six-month job though, so email me if anything turns up.” She gave him her email address and then went back up the four flights of stairs two at a time and hoped for no further interruptions to her delayed shower. That was when she remembered Karine.
    When Bibi finally got back into her apartment, she was happy to find Karine still in the shower, leaning on the tile wall, seemingly asleep.
    “I wonder what that was all about?” she muttered to herself as she walked into the steamy bathroom. She removed her soiled and bloody clothes, stepped cautiously into the shower and began to massage Karine’s neck, telling her she was sorry to have left her there and that they would have to make up for that time tonight.
    Karine only murmured into the sponge gag. When Bibi started to remove it, Karine shook her head and made it clear that she was fine with the gag in place.
    “Sorry ‘bout that, Kar,” she said stepping into the warm stream of water and putting her hands on Karine’s still gagged and water-soaked face. Karine muttered something into her gag and stayed where she was, slowly aligning her face to the space between Bibi’s slightly spread thighs.
    While Karine did her best to get comfortable on her knees and help Bibi relax a bit, Bibi reached over, adjusted the strong water stream with one bloody hand and gently pushed Karine’s head between her now more widely spread legs. As Karine pressed herself and the slightly protruding ball gag into Bibi’s warm and liquefied crotch, Bibi reached for the shampoo, saying, mostly to herself: “And who the hell is Brillcart?”

Chapter Three
    Brillcart
    Bibi scrubbed herself and Karine with the foamy body wash, doing their hair carefully and then shutting down the water. Karine seemed unhappy with that, but Bibi stepped out of the shower, toweled herself off and then, removing the chain from Karine’s ankles, brought her out of the bath and into the living room area, where she toweled and blow-dried her still bound friend. Within a minute, they were into the bed. Bibi took her usual dominant role, this time tying Karine’s legs wide apart to the foot of the bed and then ravaging her with her mouth and tongue until the younger woman screamed into the gag, bounced up and down on the bed and in general, signified that Bibi had done exactly what she wanted her to do. Bibi then removed the gag and sat with her smooth, hard thighs on either side of Karine’s head while the experience was reversed.
    An hour later, they got up, Bibi freed Karine’s wrists and they bounded down the stairs, heading for a small nearby bistro for dinner.
    Later than night, back in bed with the lights out, legs and arms wrapped around her once again bound friend, Bibi only devoted a tiny bit of her mental time to the mystery muggers that had invaded her home.
    During the next thirty-six hours, Bibi was well occupied with getting ready for her flight to Miami where she was scheduled to board the yacht, Altuna. So, when she got a call on her mobile from a police detective she knew, she was a bit surprised.
    “Bibi,” the voice on the phone said pleasantly. “Detective Investigator Frey. You may recall we met on the von Holt case a year ago.”
    “Right. Sure, I remember you well, Frey. What’s up?”
    “What’s up? Damn, Bibi, you’ve been spending too much time with Americans or rockers or something. What’s up?”
    “Okay, Frey,” Bibi said in clear and formal German. “To what do I owe the pleasure of your call? That better?”
    “Yes. More civilized anyway. We checked out the package and found that it contained a cake and some other