Date: Fri, 15 Mar 2002 08:16:16 -0800 (PST)
From: Orpha Kreed <orphinity@yahoo.com>
Subject: Avenging Minerva chapter 1 by Orpha Creed (bond)

                    Avenging Minerva
		  Chapter 1 by Orpha Creed

	Minerva and I had been together for the better part
of a year. She was my best friend, lover and a
constant source of entertainment and deviltry. If
you'd like to know how we came to be together, you are
invited to read "Tending Minerva" in the "Lesbian,
Adult Friends" section of "Nifty Archives." If not,
I'll simply begin by saying that we continued to share
my beachfront apartment a little South of Huntington
Beach near Highway One. Commonly, when I returned home
from my work at Berkley University, she was usually
sitting out on the balcony with my usual vodka-rocks
sitting near my chair. I have fond memories of sitting
down, kicking off my shoes and putting my feet up on
Minerva's lap while sipping my drink as Minerva
massaged my tired feet and recapped her experiences of
the day.  She was a slender little waif-like pixie of
24 who was indeed a free spirit in the true sense of
the word. She was intelligent but without a lick of
common sense. She teasingly told me once that: "a
parasite had entered her brain through her ear and ate
the good sense node while she was swimming with her
parents in Zimbabwe." After I really got to know her,
I began to believe her story. She had small breasts
with unusually large nipples that changed
significantly in size when responding to my gentle
teasing or the warmth and texture of my long, wet
tongue. I had come to know her body quite well in the
short time that we were together and my biggest
pleasure was to spin her up to the point of her
exploding with ecstasy & screaming pleasure.
	I guess you could say that I took her away form a
large, muscular butch who had turned mean hearted,
most probably from being a junkie and pumping steroids
to achieve greater muscle definition and bulk. Being
at the highest level in a little known ancient martial
art form, I was able to quite easily subdue Cary when
she came around to cause trouble. Unfortunately though
for Minerva and myself, I allowed myself to become a
little too complacent with regards to Cary,
underestimating her capabilities and cruelty. By the
way, my name is Dr. Orpha Creed, a non-practicing M.D
involved in research and writer. At age 44, having
survived through the dark period of my live and a very
unsuccessful heterosexual marriage, I had come to
enjoy my own company with the exception of my friends
and colleagues; that is until I met Minerva a few
months ago and a very strong bond had formed between
us. Well, enough of the preliminary "setting of the
stage" bullshit. Here's the story:

	Orpha was on the phone talking to Minerva's mother in
Bakersfield. "Martha, I just don't know what to tell
you to make you feel better. The police said they'll
continue to investigate Minerva's disappearance and
keep me well informed. I'll call you if learn anything
about her and that's a promise!"
	Orpha hung up the phone. "The female police sergeant
had all the earmarks of being a bigot when she took
the report of Minerva's disappearance," Orpha thought
to herself.
	Minerva's Mother really never approved of her
daughter's lifestyle but she had come to at least
respect her relationship with Orpha, who contributed
to her stability and general well being.
	After two more days of waiting for word, it became
apparent to Orpha that the missing person's report had
flown down a black hole. The Cops had gone through the
exercise, said all the right things that people want
to hear and just turned their back on the case.
	Orpha sat on the couch in the great room staring at
Minerva's belongings spread out on the floor. She went
through the desk where Minerva wrote comments and
doodled as she talked on the phone. "Nothing unusual
here," Orpha said out loud in frustration.
	Orpha lifted Minerva's only set of car keys from a
hook inside a kitchen cabinet. She bounded down four
flights of stairs to the parking garage and opened
Minerva's car. Like her room, her car was a mess of
discarded clothing, magazines,  candy wrappers and
general trash. The glove compartment contained the
usual owner's manual and registration.
	She went through every scrap of paper, continuing to
pull everything from under her seat. "Well, what do
you know? A picture of Cary with a number written on
the back," Orpha thought to herself.
	Orpha dialed the number. "Outer Darkness," A husky
female voice boomed on the other end.
	"Is Cary there please?" Orpha asked politely.
	"Cary who?"
	"Uh, I don't know her last name. I met her the other
night and she gave me this number to call her," Orpha
responded timidly.
	"Get fucked bitch," the husky voice bellowed,
followed by a dial tone.
	Orpha grabbed the L.A. phonebook from the desk and
began thumbing through the yellow pages under bars,
nightclubs or anything she could think of. "No listing
for Outer Darkness," she thought to herself in total
frustration.

	8:00 AM Wednesday, Orpha called in at Berkley and
made arrangements to take a two week leave of absence.
She slipped into a pair of Minerva's jeans, a dingy,
worn sweatshirt and a pair of sneakers. She opened a
locked drawer by the side of her bed and lifted a 9
mil Beretta in a shoulder holster. She grimaced at it
for a few seconds; then slipped it back in the drawer
re-locking it.
	9:30 AM, Using the stairs, Orpha ascended to the 19th
floor of an office building across from the downtown
L.A. Post office building. A receptionist sat at a
desk just inside the door of the stairwell. As the
receptionist looked up, Orpha picked up a trashcan
filled with shredded documents, dumping them in a
large canvass bag that she picked up in the stairwell.
She then slipped into the outer office with the name
"Jane Daniels, Chief Administrator" on the door. Orpha
was dumping the contents of the trashcan when the
inner office door opened and a woman came out with an
arm full of files. She glanced at Orpha, nodded and
left. Orpha could see Jane Daniels sitting at her desk
in her private office so she quietly slipped in and
sat in one of the plush leather chairs across from her
desk completely un-noticed.
	Jane was startled as she looked up and saw Orpha.
"How in the hell!" She reacted as she pushed jumped in
her chair with an expression of extreme alarm.
"Mamba?" she blurted out as she stared wide eyed at
Orpha.
	"I've not been called that for about 9 years now
Jane," Orpha responded with a gentle, submissive
smile. "Maybe we should forget that code name and
refer to me as just Orpha now."
	"Yea right, I'd heard that you were in the L.A. area
but you don't stay very long in one place."
	Orpha smiled and nodded her head in agreement.
	"What ever happened dear? I heard that you resigned
from the agency and just disappeared back in about 92.
I never thought they would let you leave. I've never
seen a field operative who handled themselves as
skillfully as you did. When you were on a mission, you
were indeed the phantom of phantoms in the true sense
of the word. I wondered if they would resurrect you
and send you after Sodom after the Gulf war or use
your special talents to go in after Osama."
	"No dear, people like me fell out of favor with the
administration and were permanently deactivated. It
all started with the Nixon fiasco and gradually got
worse with subsequent administrations. I didn't really
mind though, I made a lot of money and invested it
fairly wisely. I guess you might say that I'm now
semi-retired and enjoying it."
	"So what brings you to see me?" Jane asked.
	"I need to use your computer and some passwords to
access police files. I'm trying to locate someone who
mysteriously disappeared." Orpha responded as she
continued to tell Jane about the phone conversation
with the "Outer Darkness."
	"Outer Darkness? What in the hell are you doing
screwing around with that horrible cult? I thought you
said that you were retired from covert, clandestine
activities. They are one nightmarish group of bitches
for sure Orpha! The Bureau has a file on them the size
of a Buick down on the next floor."
	"I don't have time to sift through tons of hard files
Jane, I need to move fast and there might be a life at
stake." Orpha reacted as she pulled out the picture of
Cary. "I think that this woman has something to do
with the kidnapping and possible death of a friend of
mine and she may be a member of the Outer Darkness
group.  Can you check it out for me for old times
sake?"
	Jane took the picture, made several entries in her
terminal, then swung the monitor around so Orpha could
see it.
	"That's the bitch. Cary Francis Hemler is her full
name with about seven aliases listed," Orpha responded
as she stared coldly at the picture on the screen.
"Please scroll down so I can read the entire file."
	Jane complied, then hit the print command. The
printer started spitting out page after page of text.
	"I owe you one Jane," Orpha committed with a frown as
she stood, gathered the 12 printed pages and headed
for the door.
	"If you want me to call it even dear, you can keep me
in the loop on this one. I'd love to get my claws into
some of these nasty bitches. They're into just about
every illegal and immoral activity imaginable. We
never had this conversation if anyone asks and please
be very careful Orpha!" Jane ordered as Orpha bounded
through the outer office door.
	"You sound just like you did in the old days Jane!"
Orpha responded with a broad grin.

			  Continued on chapter 2