Published: 1 Oct 2018

It was a great feeling, waking up in the arms of the man you love. I hadn’t experienced that before, not for real anyway if this feeling I had now was to be believed. We awoke early, full of energy, and after giving each other a good morning wake up call to deflate our morning wood, we decided on another morning run, fearing that watching each other working out would create a problem with the agents in the gym with us. Jogging and running outdoors gave us some space and plenty of distractions with the Marines running with us.

After our run we decided to hold a strategy meeting with Bill and Kevin, regarding the mission to North Korea. They appeared outside just as we neared the mess hall for a cup of coffee before our shower and breakfast. The boys (I guess by now they were young men but the parental instincts I had buried were coming to the surface and it was nice to think of them as children still) were at the pool and having their own morning exercise and they joined us for some juice and we told them about the meeting to hash out some details about the China trip. Bill said that they had spent some time on Kevin’s computer and they had some information for us.

We met in the presidential office after breakfast and we told them of our very recent plans for after the mission (me working at the White House), and that we wanted to wed and spend the rest of our lives together, after Wayne’s term in office was fulfilled. He wasn’t planning on returning to congress either, he wanted to spend time being my husband and maybe doing some work with his law firm, which he couldn’t do as president, or maybe teaching Government or history at the college level. Both lads were very pleased for us and promised to do all they could to help us have the kind of life we desired.

But first we had a mission to get through. Bill had wondered how I was to make contact with Kim Jong-Un once we got into North Korea and he had of course seen the news clips of the goose stepping parades as we all had. These were usually held in a huge arena in the capital city or on the closed off streets. He had gone on the computer and he and Kevin had found out that there was one such event coming up. It was called Day of Songun on the 25^th of August. It was primarily a military parade, dignitaries of the country visiting various historic sites, dancing parties, galas and concerts among other public displays. Lots of people and lots of noise, the perfect cover for my mission. It really opened up several possibilities and the final decision on the method used would have to wait until much closer to the actual event to appraise the best and the safest (for me and anyone accompanying me, if anyone) way of retreat. I really liked this set up and with Bills help with the disguise I hoped it would be a success.

We tossed around a number of possibilities and lobbing some kind of grenade was the most discussed. I didn’t really care about collateral damage or deaths, as Kim Jong-Un was renown for surrounding himself with his cronies who had no success in reigning in this megalomaniac or had shown any proclivity for doing so. I didn’t like leaving so much to chance, but like the mission in Uganda, sometimes I had to fly by the seat of my pants and opportunities for success often came from a spur of the moment inspiration. We were pleased there would be the possibilities of crowds and an influx of people from the countryside herded into Pyongyang for the festivities in the capitol. Since there would be people from outside the city there for the festivities I felt that Bill’s handiwork on my facial features could work, and extra padding in my clothing might make me stand out less as a westerner. I could pose as “fat cat” from the provinces, as long as my movements were not hindered in any great way.

Our meeting and the open dialog about the mission went well and I was feeling more confident that the mission would succeed. A lot would depend on what my friend Ken in China had come up with. Wayne had fast tracked Kevin’s trip to China and we would all be leaving Wayne on the morning of the next Tuesday. All was in order for the trip itself and early on Sunday morning, very early, I would use the satellite phone and call Ken again, letting him know we were on the way and to expect not only Bill and I, but he’d get to meet the President’s son.

Saturday we ended the day with a movie again. It seemed a nice relaxing way to end our active day of jogging, hiking swimming and also a couple of rounds of golf. We were pretty active during the day, but around 4 Pm we four were inundated with Marines, our secret service detail, and some Navy personnel. We were ushered into Aspen Lodge pretty quickly and soon we were told that a drone had been tracked about a mile out and it’s path was right overhead. There are some secret places at the lodge and I can’t tell you about those, but let me just say this, we were in a very safe place while we waited for news that the drone was not armed or that it had been brought down by our protectors. Jim told us it more than likely had gotten away from it’s operator in the adjacent national park, and since no maps of the retreat are dispensed there, it was more than likely a non-threatening situation, they were just being cautious. Twenty minutes later we were once again on the golf course, but now we had a big group of onlookers, some of them clapping a good putt like the galleries at a golf tournament. We teased Wayne unmercifully about the troops buttering him up and we teased the troops that they were vigilant when we played, but they weren’t covering our backs when Wayne’s turn came.

Dinner that night was again in the mess hall and we again mingled and visited. We opened up the theater to any personnel that wasn’t on duty and about 40 showed up for this particular movie and there were some hoots and some cheers during the action scenes, it was a fun group to sit and relax with. After we had gone to bed Wayne and I had another mind blowing round of trying to fit our balls into a tight hole. The alarm on my satellite phone beeped at 3AM, reminding me to call Ken in China. We chatted on the secure line for moments and then I told him to expect us about late afternoon on Wednesday and we would stay until late on Friday, his time. He again said not to worry, things were ready for us (which I took to mean he had a plan already in the works and he was awaiting our arrival for at least Bill and I to be inserted into North Korea).

Sunday we had almost a repeat of Saturday with the exception of a brief service at the chapel on the property. There would be another service later to accommodate the staff that weren’t able to attend the early service we did.

That night Wayne presented me with a schedule for our trip with Kevin to China. He liked the idea that during travel times Kevin would be with Bill and I, or visa versa, with the exception of the time Bill and I would be in North Korea. Then he would be under the eye of not only his secret service detail, but Ken was incorporated into the schedule as a former secret service agent with great knowledge of the Shenyang area, all with the approval of the Chinese government.

Kevin and Bill spent a lot of time on the computer in Kevin’s room and Bill ordered some of the face contouring appliances(foam or rubber add-ons) and padded costumes were his priority, even paying for overnight shipping and only shopping where he got guaranteed Tuesday delivery. He was looking for a padded outfit that he could adapt easily, and convincingly, so I could somehow blend in better during my mission.

Wayne and I spent at least two hours each of the two times we made slow, languorous love to each other that night and we were surprisingly well rested when his alarm woke us on Monday morning. We rose, shaved and showered and had a light breakfast with the boys and the entire crew before boarding Marine 1, the president’s helicopter for our ride back to Washington. It was hard to say goodbye knowing we’d be half a world apart for a few days, but I tried not to think about the distance, only about the mission and our safety, and the reward of being able to come home to DC and Wayne’s arms. We said our goodbyes in our room and the boys had their own private parting in theirs.

Our landing at the White House was somewhat of a media circus, but we were all ushered into the building where we were all photographed shaking hands. Wayne leaned close to me at one point and whispered to me,”Get used to it when we’re in public”. After the photographers had their fill Jake appeared at my elbow and he said our ride was ready. We said bye to Wayne and told Kevin we’d see him late in the morning the next day and we were off with Jake driving us home to my apartment.

Our packing was a riot as Bill kept getting deliveries through out the late morning and early afternoon. I’d just get one bag packed and he’d arrive at my room with another item that needed stowing. I finally took a suitcase and designated it as the disguise case and I asked him to pack it so he would know where everything was in it, after all, he was the one who designed the disguise and knew the makeup and the add-ons, I was trusting him and he knew it, and he expertly sorted the items in the case and packed it in the proper order in which the items would be used. During the day he talked to me about what he and Kevin had been up to all weekend when they were not with Wayne and I. To me it sounded very much like what had occurred between Wayne and myself, well, not the sex exactly, but the emotional connection and the feelings that they belonged together. I asked where he wanted to be in five years and he told me that they had talked about that too and he said that they both wanted to teach and they wanted to teach at a high school or a private school with high school aged students. Bill wanted to teach English and theater or drama and Kevin wanted to teach history and/or American government or current events. He said they’d like to go to college together and if they still felt the same about each other after that then they’d like to marry and hopefully teach at the same school.

I just had to stop thinking these two were boys, they were young men, making decisions on their future, and not being unrealistic about it either. They recognized the pitfalls and were willing to work with each other to surmount them to make a good life for themselves. That Bill was working toward a college career and planning on working after was heartwarming, as whether he realized it or not his parents had left him really well off and he had a comfortable future, money wise, ahead of him.

When we got the call from Jake we were ready to be picked up and join Kevin and his security detail for the flight to China. Wayne was there to see us all off and all he and I could do was to shake hands, in stead of the lip lock I wanted to plant on him as soon as I saw him. We had talked for some time the night before on the phone and he and I both were looking forward my return. We were helicoptered to a State Department jet which was to be our transport and a possible home away from home for the trip and of course our return ride. The trip was pretty uneventful, but it gave me a chance to get to know Kevin and see how he and Bill related to each other in this somewhat public place, as there was a staff on board to cater to our every need along the entire trip, which was about 15 hours. When we landed there were some, but not many, photographers at the airport to witness the President’s plane, carrying his son and companions. There was a brief statement made by Kevin through an interpreter and an official from the Chinese government followed that statement with a welcoming one of his own, referring to the trip as a way for the two countries to bridge their gaps and for Kevin to see this part of the world and relate to his father the wonders of this part of China. He reiterated that this was being considered a private visit and no official ceremonies or gathering were planned, we were tourists and were to be treated as honored guests in their country.

Forty minutes after landing Kevin, Bill and I, along with 4 secret service agents (Jim and Jake included) were driven to Ken’s marina on the banks of the Amnok River. I had called him and told him we were on the way and he seemed excited we were actually there and ready to carry out the mission. We had placed several pieces of luggage in the car for the almost three hour drive and among them were Bill and my personal bags and the “disguise” suitcase. There was little conversation in the car, but what we did do was watch DVDs of this area so we could answer questions posed to us upon our return that hopefully wouldn’t make it sound like we were complete idiots. We were in “mission mode” but learning so much more about this country than we would have if we had gotten out of the car and wandered around a town or village.

My reunion with Ken was exuberant and he greeted Jake just as enthusiastically. He greeted Kevin with great respect, and his greeting for Bill was that of a long lost Uncle. We four plus Jake disappeared into Ken’s office, really just a wooden shack at the end of one of the docks. We held a pow wow about the mission with Bill showing Ken the sketches of me with the padded clothing on and the photos of the “make up” trials we had done in between packing yesterday. He was impressed how Bill had captured the Korean features and transplanted them onto my face. I attested that the prosthetics didn’t move around as I moved my face muscles or talked. Ken told us that tomorrow he had a group of minor dignitaries making a boat trip to Pyongyang for a few of the Day of Songun festivities as invited guests representing some of the Chinese government, and better still, he had included me in the group, telling them I was from a neighboring province and also invited. He told us that he could delay their leaving for some time, as they wanted a particular small yacht he had and that should give Bill enough time to duplicate one of their official invitations, just in case we got stopped along the way or when we got there, so I’d have some means of justifying my being with this minor, officially, invited group. In the meantime he had an official North Korean set of identification papers and he handed them to Bill to work his magic in making a copy, good enough for a few days, so I’d be further documented with a false name and identity. My height would still be a small matter of concern, but the foam padding in the clothing would be adding the appearance of about 150 extra pounds to my frame and Bills cosmetics would give my face a much more full appearance and my forehead a higher and flatter plane. Bill had brought some wash in/wash out black hair dye and he’d even trimmed the sides and back of my hair so I’d have a bowl cut to my hair which we could buzz off on our way home on the State Department jet.

After all this Ken produced a small wooden chest from the bottom locked drawer of his desk. Inside was a telescoping tube and with it was an assortment of bugs, little tiny glass bugs of all types from bees to lady bugs, about thirty in all, each having a sticker coming from the head about the size of a wasps stinger. I had never seen such beautiful weapons before. Ken explained that each bug held enough “venom” to kill five people, but we were mostly concerned with only one. The strength of the poison would guarantee death in moments and the glass bug would then probably be crushed as the fallen leader was attended to, they were so delicate. I felt very good about these bugs and that I wouldn’t have to be right next to the dictator, and told Ken I would like a set for myself when this was all over. He assured me that the craftsman who had created them was nearly finished with another set that was reserved for me, as a thank you gift from their government, and of course any unused bugs would be mine to keep also.

We spent the night on two adjoining cabin cruisers in Ken’s marina with the secret service guys splitting into two teams to keep watch over us. Bill and Ken took one boat and I had the other. Jake and Jim were on my boat and the two younger agents were with the lads. Jim had hinted to me that he and Jake were now a couple but they proved it later in the evening when they asked if I needed to relax before bed and they offered up a threesome with me before one slept and the other kept watch. I thanked them for the offer, but I told them I was now attached and it would really bother me to have sex without Wayne with me, not that we would participate, but at least he’d have the chance in person to refuse. I’m not that good at sharing anyway, but it was a boost to the old ego to be asked, especially by a former boyfriend (fuck buddy) and his current stud. I did sleep well after reviewing in my mind the last sexual encounter Wayne and I had had and cumming all over myself in the process.

In the morning I was just out of the shower when Jake hollered out that Ken was expecting the small group of dignitaries in two hours time so I had to tell him to make sure Bill was up and ready to perform his magic. I put extra deodorant on and practiced with the little blowgun with the tips of ear cleaners I broke off the stems. The little cotton wrapped swabs were the same weight as the little bugs and I was surprised at just how accurate I became in the 10 minutes it took for Bill and Kevin to arrive.

Bill set to work right away and had me sit on a bar stool to apply the base to my face and neck and them applying the bits and pieces to various parts of these areas. Using a blow dryer he firmly affixed these and helped the spirit gum like glue to dry and when each attachment to my face and neck was dried he started on the make up, applying it in layers and letting each layer dry in between, with the help of the blow dryer and a small fan. Before the final coating he took me to the head (bathroom) on board and dyed my hair coal black and then back in front of the fan and the blow dryer as he straightened the hair on the top of my head, never letting me see his results. He had me flex the face and neck muscles and made a few adjustments and then the final coat of make up was applied and he even did my ears and my hands and arms up to my elbows. He told me it was instant tanner so my hands and ears would match my new face color. As I sat in front of the fan and blow dryer Kevin took some small clippers and made sure my new hair do was perfectly trimmed while Bill went to the bedroom and removed the “fat” suit from the disguise suitcase. It really wasn’t fat, it just added the look of someone who could afford to eat well in this thin society and it added girth to my stomach and mid section, including my butt and thighs. The Mao style jackets were padded also, adding bulk to my upper arms and chest. I’d wear one today and the other tomorrow.

Once the fat suit was on I realized the foam padding didn’t interfere with my movements at all and if I sat no seams of the foam were visible. Kevin stood in front of me and his mouth hung open. He couldn’t believe the transformation and he had been there through it all, even participating here and there. Bill pulled out his phone and snapped quite a few shots and Kevin did as well on his. I noticed that Bill had incorporated scarring on the neck to simulate that at one time I had had major injuries to my throat. That helped me greatly as Ken had told Bill that he would tell the three men I would be traveling with that I had had a bad sports injury that had robbed me of my voice.

Bill packed a small traveling case with the other padded jacket, some touch-up containers and tubes, my box of insects and the small telescoping blow tube and some power bars. Ken received a call that the men had arrived so we went on up to Ken’s office where they were waiting. Handshakes and bowing all around and Ken took us down the row of docks to a sleek modern 80 foot yacht with a crew of three, one who was a nephew of Ken’s who spoke really good English and would be my message interpreter should I need one. We said our goodbyes to Ken, Bill and Kevin, who all wished us God Speed. We four travelers were each shown to a small cabin and we settled in. Ken had a meeting with the other three and then called me over and he told me he had obtained assurances that these men would help me achieve my goal in any way they could as the Chinese government was finding their relationship with the leader of North Korea to be more and more an embarrassing one and they too wanted him eliminated before his next rocket test at the end of September as they feared it would be an armed rocket head and aimed at a major west coast city in America, and China wanted no part of it. They had started to develop their own assassination plan but they felt they could help us achieve the best and quickest results with minimal involvement from them.

We left Ken’s family’ s marina on the Amnok River and headed southwest toward the North Korean city of Sinuiju and on to the Korea Bay at the mouth of the river. Once in the bay it was less than a hundred and fifty miles south to Namp’o, the North Korean city at the mouth of the Taedong River, and up the river to Pyongyang, North Korea’s capitol. We did fish for about an hour in the bay but it really was just for show, in case we were being watched from above or the shore, and we dropped anchor just past Namp’o and did the same. That time a “coast guard “cutter pulled along side and we were asked to present our papers. Bill had done an excellent job on my papers, and the invitation by Kin Jong-Un that he had started wasn’t needed as one was provided by my Chinese co-travelers, totally authentic. As soon as the sailors saw those invitations it was all bowing and they wished us a happy voyage. When we reached the capitol city’s marina the skipper of our vessel was assigned a prominent berth and we were secured and tied down in a quick fashion, as befitted honored guests of their supreme leader.

Once securely in place we were boarded by an officer of the army and we were asked to produce our papers and invitations again, and again everything was alright and we were given printed programs of that evenings and the following mornings festivities, along with passes for bleacher seating for many of them. He was very courteous and he spoke Chinese so my traveling companions had no trouble conversing with him.

We dressed Ken’s nephew nicer than a deck hand and took him with us as we left the yacht and made our way from the waterfront and went toward the huge sports arena where tonight’s activity was scheduled. It’s hard to describe exactly what it was, so the best thing I could compare it to was watching a team of cheerleaders doing an hour long routine, magnified by 100. There must have been a thousand young girls prancing to music, each one dressed exactly the same and each one performing the exact same moves at exactly the same time. At almost the half hour mark of the first of these three groups scheduled to perform, there was a rustling commotion to our right and about five rows back from us near the top of the stadium seating. Soldiers were removing the panels of an observation booth at the far top of our exit aisle. As the last panels were removed from the front of it we could see that there were about 10 men in military uniforms, five on each side of the Supreme Leader of the Democratic Republic of Korea (North Korea). He was as piggy looking as he appears in the papers and on the news.

Soon there were two armed snipers on the roof of the observation booth, laying down and keeping an eye on the crowd. Shortly after these two had attained their positions there were about a hundred soldiers arranged along the backs of the top row seats, centered on the booth which rose about five feet above their heads. There wasn’t a smile on any one of their faces, with the exception of their supreme leader, who was grinning as if the vibrator up his ass was set on high. I wasn’t sure if tomorrow would offer me a closer vantage point or not, so I started to formulate a plan in my mind, a way to divert the attention of those around us and of the guards as well so I could take the dart blower tube out of my jacket’s inner pocket and take a bug out of one of the side pockets and set it free to attack “The Leader”. My peripheral vision picked up movement about 10 soldiers down the row of about 50 on our side of the booth and a military officer was arriving with a very large bouquet of flowers for his Leader, I mean this thing looked like something you’d lay out on the top of a coffin. There was a stepladder brought to the front of the booth and the nearest soldiers broke rank to help this officer carry the blanket of flowers up the ladder, fully intending to drape the blanket of blossoms over the front of the booth, right in front of Kim Jong-Un. While everyone around us was clapping as he made his way up the ladder with the help of the soldiers everyone else, including the other soldiers who were clapping, my fellow travelers joined in and I inserted the bee bug into the telescoping pipe and brought my hands up to clap in front of my face and blew the bee into the neck, and it was a big neck, and dropped the pipe back into my inner jacket pocket, still making clapping gestures with the other hand to disguise what I was doing from at least those on the other side of me.

I made a few swatting motions in front of my body, and soon the other four with me were doing the same, it looked like we were being swarmed by flying insects and then others were doing the same and we were moving out the aisle and others were also moving toward the exit aisle and then we were among hundreds trying to get to an outside exit. I looked at my right hand and realized there was a dead bee on it, a real bee squashed by my clapping and arm waving, there really had been bees in the stands, at least in our section and I soon found out the reason why. Ken’s nephew had had baggies filled with about two hundred angry bees and had released them as he saw me preparing the blow pipe to use. He told me, as we tried to maneuver through the near panicked mini crowd around us, to get back to the yacht, that his Uncle had provided him with the bees and told him if he saw me begin to make my move, then to release both bags at once, to help create a diversion. Our fellow travelers, the Chinese contingent, had kept pace with us and as we approached the yacht Ken called out to the two crew members to start engines and remove the tie lines to release the boat from the dock. We were moving at a good clip when the same coast guard cutter that had stopped us in Namp’o on our way up the Taedong River pulled along side of us and began to question us as to why we were leaving so soon and I began to throw up over the side of our vessel, very close to theirs. Ken’s nephew told them I had been stung by a bee in the arena and had to take some medicine to prevent swelling in my throat and lungs, but it wasn’t sitting well in my stomach and they were rushing to get me to a doctor on China’s mainland. Thank God no one had seen me forcing my finger down on the back of my tongue and triggering my gag reflex as I hung over the side of the boat and dumped ice cubes from my jacket into the water, making the vomit hitting water noise. There were more cubes left in the galley ice chest, thankfully, because we all needed a drink of something by the time we were in the Korea Bay.

About two hours later we were pulling into the yacht’s berth at Ken’s marina. We had stripped off the phony call numbers from the hull and stern and removed the phony name and dropped all that into the bay. I had spent some time in the head removing the appliances and makeup and using the lotion that Bill had packed that would immediately remove the fake tan from my skin. After that I had showered and then I went and sunk the fat suit and the jackets in the Amnok River on our way to Ken’s. The current was against us, but we made good time and I was cleaned up and in my regular clothes when we pulled into the dock.

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