Marie is the second in a series of three novels. The first one, Amy, is presented here on Mr. Double's Palisades pages as well. I recommend that if you have not read Amy that you do so before you read Marie, it will bring much more depth to the main characters since they are all introduced in detail in Amy; get to know them - the girls are a kick. Of course if you don't want to, that's all right as well - although you may feel like you jumped into the middle of a conversation. Below is a quick summary of Amy, but I really encourage you to take the time to read it - I think you will enjoy getting to know Jim, Amy and Julie. It will also make it much more enjoyable to see what they are now doing in the novel Marie.

Regards - Centaur

Summary of Amy (Volume 1 of the Martin Trilogy) by Jim Martin.

In Part 1 of Amy, which I authored, I presented the background of the relationship between myself and my young daughter Amy. Part 1 of the story concerned my discovery of my sexual attraction to my daughter and the unforeseen consequences of acting on that attraction, consequences that separated Amy and myself for almost three years. In Part 1 we are reunited and I present our solution (unfortunately temporary) to the problems that separated us. In Part 2, written by my sixteen year old daughter Amy Martin, we see how the next few weeks unfold as Amy and myself begin deepening our relationship, and how Julie (Amy's best friend and "sister") enters into the story, as well as my best friends and business partner Larry and his wife Diane (Julie's real parents). The length to which Jane, my ex-wife and Amy's mother, will go begins to make itself known. Part 3 of Amy, is written by fifteen year old year old Julie. In it she describes how she enters into a sexual relationship with me (along with her already established sexual relationship with Amy) and how the two girls find new ways to enjoy each other as well as me and their plans to spend the next few months together. The final outcome of Jane's revenge becomes known with unanticipated results in Part 4 which I authored. The final outcome leads us to the involvement with Marv and his young daughter Marie which is detailed in Volume II of the Trilogy- Marie.

In Volume II (Marie) I describe the relationship between Marv and his daughter Marie, what led them to the relationship and how it has affected what Amy, Julie and I now do for a living - a job by the way which beats the hell out of owning a software business! I also describe our first (and almost our last) assignment in the field. Hold on to your seats and enjoy.

Marie- Part One

Chapter One

The Present - Australia
Prologue

The Pappillion rocked gently at anchor in Sydney Harbor. She was a graceful two masted ship, sixty-five sleek feet of white and teak. Her name (French for butterfly) fit her perfectly, she seemed poised on the surface of the water to suddenly dart off on the first gust of wind. A deeply tanned man wearing only a pair of cut-offs sat on the rear deck, a bottle of Red Back Ale in his large hand, a can of deck cleaner and a brush at his feet. Forward two beautiful young women were busy putting the canvas cover on a large dingy tied down to cleats on the forward deck. One of the women was tall with a taut, slender body and short white blond hair. She too was tanned, not as darkly as the man but dark enough to compliment the very small lime green string bikini she wore. The other woman was equally as tall with long reddish brown hair, plaited into a long braid that hung down her back. She too had a dark tan, as dark as the man, and also wore a small bikini - her large breasts strained against the small triangles of azure blue cloth restraining them. Neither women showed any tan lines, clearly indicating that they usually tanned without the need for even the minuscule suits they wore today. They moved with practiced grace, the well developed muscles in their legs and back standing out as they pulled on the heavy canvas cover. Jim Martin (now calling himself James Williams) leaned back in his deck chair and enjoyed the view as the two women pulled and tugged on the stubborn canvas cover. He always insisted that the dingy be covered when they went ashore in case they had to sail in a hurry when they returned.

"How soon will you girls be ready to go ashore? Amy has to meet with our target at five and get him to the warehouse."

"Some help from the Daddy would have sped things up, but I wouldn't want to interfere with your work on the deck." Amy replied with a grin on her face looking pointed at the bottle of Red Back in his hand.

Jim and his daughter Amy and adopted daughter Julie had trained for almost a year for this sort of mission. Their training included both physical training - at a level that Jim and the girls had only dreamed existed, as well as training in how to use the complex electronics that Marv built along with what Marv called lightly "tradecraft". Their current mission was simple in concept, but difficult in execution. A mid-level Australian government official named John Mitchell had stolen a highly classified document that could prove devestating to both Australia and the United States if they were to find their way to the Indonesian government. Given the unstable nature of the current Indonesian government, which the paper would greatly alarm, it could conceivably cause armed conflict between Australia and the well equipped military in Indonesia. The paper had to be recovered and the traitor silenced - forever. Mitchell's major weakness was beautiful young girls, preferably teenagers. It was up to Amy to convince him to lead her to where he had hidden the papers to show them to her. He believed that Amy was an American tourist in Sydney for a couple of weeks on vacation and that he had just gotten very lucky. Amy had managed to lead him on over the last week to the point where he was panting to get her clothes off. Very subtly Amy had convinced him that his probability of getting her in bed was directly related to Amy's view of his importance. He had promised to show her something that would convince her of his imminent importance in the world. There was also some pretty convincing recent evidence that the man had murdered a woman government employee to get the paper, and Jim had no doubt that he would kill again if he suspected that meeting Amy was a trap.

This was their first field assignment on their own, and after this they planned to take several months off and relax with an around the world sail. Between the training and now this assignment they had been at it intensely for almost a year. Jim stared out at the sculptured roof of the Opera House on the edge of Sydney Harbor and remembered back to a year ago when he and the girls had started training for this line of work.

It was hard for him to believe that almost a year had passed since his ex-wife had murdered Julie's parents and tried to kill the three of them by blowing up their sailboat, the Silver Cloud. Well, he thought, Jane and her helpers were long gone, three eliminated in the Bay Area - dispatched by Marv's agents in two, seemingly unrelated, horrendous traffic accidents the day following the explosion on the boat. It caused a minor stir for a day on all the TV and radio shows - the grieving widow (Jane) and her lawyer (Phil) killed in a single car accident while driving to the sheriff's office to hear the particulars on the death at sea of her husband, daughter and business partners. Particularly since the "accident" involved the car being driven by Jane veering off the entrance to the Bay Bridge and plunging into the cold waters of San Francisco Bay. The television reports said that both people in the car had still been alive when the car plunged into the Bay and that they must have remained conscious under the water since they died by drowning. The car accident that killed Jane's henchman only made the back pages, a man in a fiery crash near the San Mateo bridge that backed up traffic for over an hour. The one in La Jolla named Jeff, who actually planted the explosives, just disappeared; no one ever heard of him again. Now Jim, Amy and Julie were agents for Marv (actually more like partners) getting ready to arrange an "accident" for someone else that deserved to disappear.

Jim finished up his ale and headed below to see if the girls needed any help getting dressed, although he had to admit that really he just enjoyed watching the process. He was looking forward to being done in Australia so that they could set sail on their well deserved six month break. Six months with the girls, the three of them alone on the boat was going to be a wonderful vacation - given their libidos after this assignment he hoped he would survive the trip.

The Present - California

Marv sat in the control room watching the monitors on the control console, and listening for some contact from Jim and the girls anchored in Sydney Harbor. It was six in the morning in California which made it Midnight in Sydney, time for Jim and the girls to check-in and let him know how things went with recovering the papers and getting rid of Mitchell. As the digits on the clock face in front of him moved to seven minutes past the hour he started to get concerned, Jim had never been this late with a report. Even a blind check-in from a telephone just letting him know that they would be delayed would have calmed his concerns. He never worried about his agents like this, but Jim and Amy and Julie were special to him - family.

He heard his daughter Marie come quietly into the room and walk up behind him. He had thought she was still asleep, she must have had trouble sleeping as well. He felt her gentle hand touch on his shoulder.

"What's wrong Pappa? Haven't you heard from Jim and the girls tonight?"

"No 'tite belle (little sweetheart), nothing and it's not like them to be late. Tonight is the night they were to have had Mitchell lead them to the paper and arrange for his "accident". I hope nothing has gone wrong, if something has happened to them I will never forgive myself, I really didn't want to send them out into the field, but I thought this would be an easy one, I didn't find out about Mitchell killing the woman who got him the paper until after Amy had already made contact, and I figured that the three of them would be able to handle him."

"Don't worry cher if anyone can protect the girls it's Jim, not that they need much protection one-on-one with anyone. They're the best martial arts students we have ever trained, the sensi (martial arts teacher) was amazed at what they accomplished in six months. And you know what sort of marksmen they are as well."

"I know, they can take care of themselves, but I just can't help the feeling that something has gone terribly wrong. I haven't felt this way since your Mother was killed. I hate feeling this way. I should have never let Jim talk me into letting them go on a field assignment. Now I can only sit and wait." Marv felt Marie lean forward and hug him, her warm breath on his cheek. He loved her so much, but he was filled with the thoughts and feelings of what happened nine years ago this month, the terrible feelings of dread.

The Past - Virginia

Marv had to face it, they were gone, Chantel and his little Marie. His wife and daughter, snatched by Duval Ricard in revenge for Marv's putting him in jail ten years ago. It was the only scenario that made sense, he had been dreading it for years. He was frantic to find them, he knew Ricard's reputation - the New Orleans underworld called him "The Cajun Family Man" - not because of his love for his family, as far as anyone knew he didn't have any - but for the fact he killed the whole family of anyone that opposed him - and the way he killed them. He often left the man who offended him alive for as much as a year as he killed his family one by one, letting the helpless man suffer through the losses before his own death relieved his agony. That reputation kept most local gang leaders - and most of the police - from bothering him as he tightened his grip on the drug and prostitution business in New Orleans. No one would take Ricard on and he did pretty much whatever he wanted in the "Big Easy" (New Orleans).

Marv sat on the staircase of his suburban Virginia home, looking at the splintered door jam where someone kicked in the front door. Little Marie's school backpack lay on the floor partially behind the open door. The hall throw rug was crumpled up half way back to the stairway. Where were Chantel and Marie? Were they together? Could there possibly be an innocent explanation, had Marie suddenly gotten sick and Chantel rushed her to the hospital? No, her car was in the garage, he had seen it when he opened the door with his remote as he pulled in the driveway, just seconds before he saw the smashed front door. He couldn't seem to focus his mind, it was like he was spinning out of control, a flywheel with no load. He was suddenly startled by the shrill ringing of the telephone. He almost fell over the throw rug in his haste to get up and grab the receiver. As he said hello he heard what he feared most in the back reaches of his mind, Duval Ricard's voice with it's thick Cajun accent.

"Hey you tcheue poule (loosely translated as 'chicken ass") Fed bastard. Guess who this is? The guy you sent to Angola ten years ago. Well I'm out and horny for some real pussy after all those shitholes I had to fuck. Good thing I've found a couple of cunts that can help me out. Of course the old one is used goods, I've had her before and I'll just leave her for my mon amis (my friends) here. But the jeune fille (young girl) here looks really belle (sweet). I just stripped her down and had a good feel, she has a tight little cunt here for sure, I could hardly push my finger up it. I'm going to wait an hour or so then when the boys have finished with your bitch Chantel I'll let her watch me break in this 'tite chatte (little pussy). So what do you say to that Mr. Smart CIA Fed?".....(cont)