Two Soulmates for Eternity – Chapter Fourteen

© Richard L. Thornton, Architect & City Planner

The Shenandoah Valley

My Indonesian sweetie makes a startling discovery!

October 15, 1991 – December 1, 1991

July 2021 Revision

April 16, 1996 – Cartersville, GA – Out of the blue, I received a call that night from an antiques dealer in Strasburg, VA. He had gotten my home number from my realtor. He said that the furniture dealers were very suspicious of my wife. During the past three days, she has been trying to sell thousands of dollars of antiques and knows nothing about them. Some have my name engraved on them.

He continued, “Last fall, a guy down in Edinburg was bragging that she GAVE him your tractor and equipment after a couple weekends in the sack with her. Last month, she brought by an antique sterling silver tea and coffee set, worth at least $25,000*. She was not aware that it was made in Mexico during the Mexican Revolution and then had no explanation, why it was in her possession. *Today, it would be worth about $75,000. None of the dealers would consider buying it. She took the silver set into DC. Mr. Thornton, you better get up here fast or you won’t have anything left.”

I told the good man that as of that day, she was finally not my wife and the judge had given me possession of the farm and cheese creamery. I added that the judge also said that if she had shown up for the final divorce hearing and been a resident of Georgia, he would have been inclined to throw her in jail.

I then called my realtor and told him the situation. She had changed the locks, while I was visiting my parents in April 1993. “Could he meet me there with a deputy to open up the house with the real estate lock box?” He said that he would meet me, but also bring me a set of keys to the house. “Most of the time, during the past three years, she has been living elsewhere. The house is such a mess, I can’t show it. Could you clean it up some while you’re here?

I called the Shenandoah Sheriff’s Department. the lady answering the phone seemed to know my situation well and said, “You poor thing. You are the one, who should have stayed in the house. That woman” . . . then she stopped. My how things had improved under new management. Not too long after I had been stuck in Georgia, the FBI had arrested 6 out of 7 County Supervisors (commissioners), most of the county department heads and the top echelon of the Sheriff’s Department. The honest people in the county were making things right . . . as we say. The deputy, who was going to supervise me taking possession of the house, offered to formerly hand Diana an eviction notice.

Juliana the school teacher

I called up Juliana and asked her if she would like to have an adventure during her Spring Break from school? How would you like to ride in a U-haul truck up to Virginia and see my farm? She was delighted. She was a widow and so would leave her young son and daughter with her parents in Dunwoody. I had several days of comp time coming to me at Cobb County Planning, so it was no problem taking off Friday and Monday to drive up there.

To get to the point . . . we entered the house and I immediately noticed that one of the cabinet doors in the Dining Room was open. I peeked in and was stunned to see the interior side panel was skewed. Inside the hidden compartment were a pile of bank and hand written sales receipts, plus a well-worn copy of A Woman’s Five Year Guide to Winning at Divorce. The sales slip was used as bookmark. She purchased the book from Waldens in Winchester, VA about the time that she realized that I had not died of a tick infection in North Carolina – August 1987.

Beginning very early in the marriage, 1977, my ex-wife had maintained as many as four savings accounts in Florida, under both our names, but with only her name on the signature card. They were with the same bank, we used in Virginia, First Union, so even if I found a deposit slip, I would not notice that it was a different account in Florida.

She could deposit checks from architecture clients and cheese customers, made out to me, in these accounts, but only she could draw money out. One savings account was started in 1983, when she claimed to her lost the family heirloom diamond her wedding ring, but actually sold it for $25,000. ($85,000 today) The diamond had been in my paternal grandmother’s family since before the Civil War. The existence of these secret bank accounts was probably what Sara was reluctant to tell me. My wife had been investigated by them, because she had met with a drug dealer/crooked lawyer/satanic priest from our community in August and September of 1987.

We walked upstairs, after I gave Juliana a tour downstairs. I glanced into the bathroom, where I had baptized Vivi on December 19, 1990. That brought back the deep grief of her loss . . . but Juliana was very sweet, intelligent and didn’t carry a past that she had to hide. Well, at least she never told me that she was a courtesan or call girl. LOL However, quite a few times when she drove from Roswell to Cartersville, to visit me, she carried the definite aroma of little cigars, which Susan sometimes smoked. I wonder if she and Susan were hanging out together?

As I started to sweep up debris, Juliana looked around. She called me to come into my old bedroom. She had found Diana’s diary hidden between two mattresses of my bed, so her boyfriends (or girlfriends) wouldn’t find it in the Master Bedroom. Juliana started reading it. Diana had nothing good to say for any of the men, she had dated over the previous nine years. All she ever said about me was that “Richard spoiled my plans again.” I am sure that a psychologist would have a field day explaining a woman, who only tries to destroy men, she doesn’t loathe!

Then Juliana came upon an astonishing passage in mid-1993 . . . “Richard’s parents promised me a lot of money to screw Richard and get him to Georgia. They still have not paid me!” This statement was repeated with increasing frequency, until 1995, when she resolved to “screw them too.”

We went backward in the diary to learn about her earlier lovers. It turns out that my step-father had first made the offer to my wife the spring of 1990, when the cheese creamy opened and long before I met Vivi. My mother had been hoodwinked by my stepfather into joining a satanic cult, but she thought it was a “patriotic organization.” Once demonically possessed, they devoted more and more of their energies and wealth into destroying my agribusiness assets, professional career and cheese business. The manner in which they nabbed me, caused me to be disconnected from Vivi until last November. My wife, Diana, gave my business address book to her attorneys, but they refused to return it to me, because she never paid them. LOL

You will get more details in later chapters, plus how a criminal psychologist explained the demonic behavior of my parents and anti-wife. I will never recover completely from that stab in the heart, which Juliana found, but thought it necessary to tell this story out of chronological order. Otherwise, the rest of this chapter might seem scandalous and immoral. Literally, my parents gave their souls to Satan in return for the promise that I would be turned into helpless teenager under their total control and would live with them for five years until I had been turned into a clone of themselves. As it was, I got out that hellhole ASAP. Indeed, Satan is the great deceiver.

Almost immediately after I moved to Virginia, my wife paid a cabinetmaker to construct a hidden compartment between the dining room and the kitchen in the upper right cabinet space. It was cleverly designed to spring open, if one touched one spot on a removable panel.

The deaths of 88 goats in 1991 had a devastating effect on our finances. I had plenty of architecture work and sold all the cheese that I could produce. I had designed and constructed a showcase dairy-creamery for a relatively low (per square foot) construction cost, but interest rates were much higher then than now. About 80% of my wife Diana’s pay check, after tax deductions, went to pay the mortgage. We were dependent on my architecture practice, plus income from the cheese creamery and livestock sales, to pay the utilities, our living costs, the animal feed bills, veterinary bills, etc. Throughout the late fall and winter, our debts mounted. Of course, at the time, I had no idea that my wife, Diana, had essentially been embezzling our business incomes most of our marriage.

Love is a complex thing, indeed

Tis better to have known love, than never loved at all. I look back to those years and still wonder why those two very special women would have had simultaneously been in love with me. Even back then, most American women automatically chose a man for a husband, who had the most wealth. I certainly was not poor back then. I co-owned a very valuable piece of agricultural real estate and had a very successful architecture practice . . . but Vivi and Susan were 10’s . . . well maybe 12’s and I certainly wasn’t. Of course, both ladies said the same thing to me, “How could you possibly love me with all my faults?” Well, we all loved each other and Chapter Fourteen is basically a love story during war time . . . and indeed, we were at war.

Perhaps the love between three people sounds depraved today. Actually, it wasn’t. Different than the norm, yes, but we fell into the situation unintentionally, then made it work. Vivi and Susan bonded as sisters, not physical lovers. On our first threesome date to Harpers Ferry, both gals announced that they would like to have children out of wedlock with me in the near future. They would raise the kids together, since both of them would have to go on covert missions, leaving their offspring behind.

The love between all three of us was unconditional and not self-centered. We each put the other’s welfare above ourselves. As you will soon read, I was so concerned about losing their friendship that both gals literally had to knock me down the first time to force me to be in a horizontal position. That was their biggest complaint about me. I was too stoic and cautious!

My traditional Creek fireside saga is not a complete picture of the events that occurred in Virginia and Washington, DC . . . three decades ago.  I was a volunteer asset, not a paid employee of any law enforcement or national security agency. I was never told about many things that were going on. That being said, the technical quality of the volunteer work I did in conjunction with Susan Karlson so impressed the professionals that I was treated as a peer by many of them.   I was the only witness in the Georgetown Hearings, who was invited to attend all depositions and to question other witnesses.  Those hearings will be discussed further on.

Susan’s supervisors couldn’t understand why a goatherd-architect was giving her a comprehensive education in national security espionage techniques, but didn’t complain.  Of course, Vivi knew because she was there in the SUV when French security personal uncovered my activities in Europe and Latin America long ago. It was not until November 1991 that I told Susan about what I did on the side in Mexico and then said, “In 10 months, I can tell you the rest of the story.”  She instantly got the message. She was in that same business as a fulltime professional.

Well, there was something else.  Architects are trained to be very observant, but evidently, I have talents that take me up to a much higher level.  In 2011, I was sleeping on the concrete floor of the office of an abandoned chicken house near Track Rock Gap, GA.  Out of loneliness and boredom, and on a lark, I took the CIA Employment Aptitude Test online.  Within two hours,  the night-time desk officer called me from the CIA headquarters in Langley, VA and invited me to go to work for the CIA the next day as an intelligence analyst.  They would leave my airplane ticket and travel voucher at the Delta check-in booths at the Atlanta Airport and email me other instructions.  Then he learned that I was over 40 so that plan was cancelled and they began trying to get me a position with a private contractor.

He said that I had scored higher than most career CIA officers with 20 years of experience, including a perfect 100 on visual intelligence . . . which is almost unheard of. I also had almost a perfect scores on world geography, discerning foreign languages and cryptology.  

About three years ago, also on a lark, I took the 1944 US Department of War aptitude test for all inductees.  Had I been a college graduate during World War II, look where they would have placed me!

Vivi enters Susan’s secret world!

Keep in mind that we are talking about two brilliant, highly educated ladies.  Both carried deep emotional scars from their parents, plus Vivi carried scars from many contacts with abusive men, but both also were guided by telepathic brains, which could sense my thoughts and emotions.

Vivi

When Vivi learned in early June 1991 at Bob & Sara’s house that I would be faking an affair with a beautiful Swedish-American virgin FBI agent, she obtained permission from them to use the magic cellular phone to call Susan. 

Vivi immediately told Susan how I had saved her life and then we had fallen in love.  However, ever since then, she had been having nightmares in which many people, including my estranged wife, were trying to kill me.   She was very worried that in the many months of absence, I would be lured by some evil female in a bar to my death.  Susan said that Vivi was crying as she begged her to become intimate with me so I would not be tempted to go out with evil women.  Vivi even said that if Susan didn’t like me, she would pay Susan to pretend to like me.  Susan responded that as a professional FBI employee, she was not permitted to accept such payments.

Susan

This new information explained why Vivi repeatedly urged me to have an “adult” relationship with Susan from the start.  It also explains Susan’s bizarre behavior during our first meeting at her house.  She had never even been kissed, yet assumed that I expected her to be intimate with me immediately.

On Monday October 14, 1991, – the day that Vivi and I were about to sample cheese at the gourmet foods event at Union Station,  Susan called Bob on the magic cellular phone and asked to speak to Vivi.  Vivi immediately thanked her profusely for taking care of me, but pondered why we had only kissed.  “Richard is very kind, but also very loving with me when we are together.  You missed out on something special.“

By then, I had finally given in to Susan’s desires, but Susan didn’t tell Vivi that. What she said instead was that it was my fault.  (True) “Vivi,  Richard told me the first time we met at Wendy’s in Front Royal that he was in love with a woman in France.  He likes me and I like him, but I can read his mind.  [Actually, Susan had already said that she was in love with me!] Part of him feels guilty about being anywhere near me. (True) Of course, that is the same trait that made him stay in a terrible marriage with a wife, who didn’t love him. (True)  “Did you tell him, what you told me . . . that you wanted us to enjoy each other in every way?”  

Vivi answered, “Oui, many times.” (True)

Susan, being an arbitrator and attorney, then suggested that the three of us get together, “so Richard will not feel guilty and confused.”  Vivi agreed wholeheartedly.  

The gals then went on to discuss my situation.  (At this point, I was beginning to feel like a commodity, owned by Vivi and Susan.)   Both were aware that my wife had shifted her demands from divorce to an open marriage – repeatedly encouraging me to find a younger girlfriend.  Susan, my attorney in this matter, pointed out that my wife had never signed the Open Marriage Agreement that I had given her. [Susan was the author of that legal document.] Susan suspected that my wife couldn’t be trusted.  (True)

Vivi then pointed out that due to the nature of their secret careers,  it would be impossible for either one of them to have a normal marriage with me, because they would be gone for periods of time and couldn’t talk about what they were doing.  The requirement for being away long periods was already a problem for Vivi, concerning her daughter. Susan agreed and suggested an arrangement for now in which Vivi had dibs on me when she traveled to the United States, but three of us would also get together for dinners so we could remain friends.  Vivi agreed to that.

I finally had a word in the matter.  “Vivi and I have an appointment with the realtor at a possible winery site tomorrow morning at 10.  Susan, why don’t you join us for lunch at the Battletown Inn Restaurant in Berryville around noon? It features traditional Southern cuisine, but has a Cordon Bleu chef.  Vivi is a student at the Cordon Bleu in Paris.”   Susan said, “I would love it!”

Cat fight or love feast?

My surrealistic life continued.  I was not sure what I was getting into, but knew that I was indeed torn up inside about having feelings for two sweet-natured women, who both said they loved me.   It was my same old problem . . . fear of losing someone who I cared about.  It had taken me 16 years and being trapped in a snowstorm to kick me into finding another woman, who loved me and enjoyed nurturing me.  As a result, I was the happiest I had been in 16 years. Now, I was in two such relationships.  Either Vivi or Susan could have been loving, faithful wives, who wanted to have our children. I absolutely did not know what to do.

Bob insisted that I take one of their cars so Vivi would not be seen in the pickup with me by any snooping VBI surveillance car. He was certain that they put a tracking device on my pickup . . . which of course, the FBI wanted . . . since their satellites were following the followers. 

Once we were on the proposed site of the vineyard, the realtor was super-impressed by a very chique French woman, being in her presence.  After walking the property, Vivi was convinced that it was ideal for a champagne winery. She needed well drained soils with the right amount of cold weather and warm weather.  

The realtor was honest about two problems.  Vivi’s contractor would have to drill a well, and the realtor was not certain that the county would issue a permit for a large enough septic field on the rocky soil to meet the needs of a winery, open to the public.  We would have to find out.

Battletown Inn & Restaurant – Berryville, VAour first threesome date!

Susan was waiting on the sidewalk when we arrived in Berryville.  Vivi hopped out of the car, raced over to Susan, hugged her then in the French tradition kissed her cheeks.  When I caught up to Vivi,  she said, “Well, Susan, aren’t you going to hug Richard?”  Susan gave me a wimpy hug then Vivi ordered her to hug me hard enough “to feel really good inside her.”

The Battletown Inn dates back to 1809 and so has much of the ambiance of a French Inn.  Both gals loved the chosen site of our rendezvous.   They both began chatting like old friends, usually leaving me out of the conversation.  Most of the topics were girly type subjects like . . . “safest semi-automatic pistol to carry in your pocket book?” . . . or . . . “should you carry more than one hidden knife?” or “will a flash grenade explode inside your pocketbook” or “what do you do when a large, powerful man seems about to attack or rape you?”  

Vivi laughed, “That’s not a problem with Ree-shard.   I had to push him down onto the bed the first time to get him to lay on the bed with me.”  (True)  Susan laughed, “Me too!  I had to push him down to lay with me on my sofa the first timeThen when I was just beginning to feel really good, he told me that I needed to take the intel to my sister.”  (True)   

Susan asked Vivi how she learned to pass on confidential materials right in front of a police camera.  Vivi smiled, “Running drugs between France, Germany, Spain and England about 5 to 7 years ago.”    Susan looked shocked and didn’t pursue the matter. Vivi added with a laugh, “Why do you think that the French government finds me so useful in fighting the heroin smugglers? I never used heroin, but I do like marijuana. It should be legal. It is much safer that strong drinks like whiskey and vodka.

The two ladies were obviously enjoying each other’s company.  I then realized that because they were so intelligent, there were not many women out there with which they could become close friends.  In addition,  Vivi was trying to divorce herself from France’s entertainment community. 

On Monday morning, when I got up, I certainly did not expect to be socializing jointly with Vivi and Susan on Tuesday.  In wildest dreams, I would never have foreseen Vivi and Susan become close friends, with Vivi soon taking on the role of a surrogate big sister, corrupting Susan in the ways of the world.

I asked Susan if she would like to join us this afternoon as we toured a winery and the restored town of Harpers Ferry, West Virginia.  Vivi looked at Susan pleadingly.  Susan said, “I’d love to!”  Susan left her car parked on the street in Berryville.  I suggested that the two gals sit in the back sit so they could chat easier and I could be their chauffer.  They were delighted at the suggestion.

Breaux Vineyards between Berryville, VA and Harpers Ferry, WV

The winery offered a free tasting of various wines at a bar.  Vivi became the second person in the world to know that Susan drank wine with enthusiasm.   We each then ordered a glass of our favorite wine and went out onto patio.  As we went to the patio, Susan said that this was the first time in her life that she had drunk wine in public.  Vivi spied an ash tray on our table and asked if we minded if she smoked.  We said no, then Susan asked if she could try one.   I couldn’t believe my ears.  Susan had been a closet pipe smoker since her teens, but no one but me had ever seen her smoke a pipe. . . other than her grandparents. Was she going to hold a cigarette like a pipe?

Once Susan lit her cigarette with Vivi’s lighter,  she realized that she didn’t know what to do.  She started mimicking everything that Vivi was doing,  with not nearly the skill.  She did not know that Vivi had graduated from Virginia Slims smoking school in Paris and was on a full page Bensen & Hedges ad in Cosmopolitan Magazine earlier in the year. (See below.) Actually, it was quite funny, but I held back my laughter.  

Harpers Ferry National Historical Park

Next, we drove over to Harpers Ferry National Historical Park. With a considerable amount of wine in them the conversation of the two gals became quite honest – sometimes earthy. Susan eventually confessed that her parents did not let her date in high school or even wear lipstick. Richard was the only man that she had ever kissed! Susan added that she had to learn about the birds and bees in the county library.

Susan continued, “I first attended Bethlehem College in Minneapolis. It’s a Pentecostal school. The professors were nice enough, but very conservative. Boys and girls could not even hold hands on campus. Alcoholic beverages and smoking were prohibited.”

Most of the students claimed that they wanted to wait until they got married for sex. They were looking for boring trophy wives, who would look good, sitting on a church bench. That’s when I started creating the fake Susan . . . the Swedish Ice Queen as they call me at the FBI. I was afraid to date any of the guys for fear that they would find out the real me. The real Susan desperately wanted to be kissed and fondled. However, I was afraid that the guys would not like the real Susan, who like wine and smoking pipes. I would walk over to other college campuses to smoke my pipe or experiment with other things.”

I changed to Wheaton College in Chicago my second year. It was a little bit more progressive, but still all the guys were looking for preacher’s wives. I knew that they wouldn’t like the real Susan. I would walk to other parts of Chicago to smoke or order wine in restaurants.

Then in law school at the University of Minnesota, I became the weirdo. None of the girls were virgins, yet I had not even been kissed. I was still in the habit of acting like a nun around other people and then sneaking off to be the real Susan. At first, many, many men asked me for dates, but I was afraid for them to know that I knew nothing about even kissing. After awhile, the guys assumed that I was a lesbian and probably crazy too.”

I started falling in love with Richard at Wendy’s, when I realized that he was farmer, very smart and a spiritual warrior. Then I acted really crazy when he came over to my house. He chewed me out, but he didn’t call me stupid. He said that I had a big brain and I was not using it. Actually, I now realize that my parents implanted a demon in me that was keeping me from being a loving woman. That demon ran away the second time that Richard visited me.”

She added, “I really enjoy kissing Richard’s big Indian lips, but much of the time, I don’t know what I am supposed to do otherwise.” She asked Vivi if the two of them could get together sometime so she could ask Vivi some personal type questions. Vivi said that she would be delighted to pass along her experiences, plus tell her what types of men to NOT date or marry. Those were the big mistakes she had made in her life.

Vivi joked that she also had big Indian lips, but that she had never kissed a man with big Indian lips before. “Richard and I make lots electricity, Susan.”  

Harpers Ferry National Historical Park

In the 1800s, Harpers Ferry was an important industrial town, driven by the water power of the Potomac and Shenandoah Rivers. It stagnated when coal fired steam engines replaced water power.  Further investment was discouraged by periodic massive floods that did much property damage.  One by one the industrial buildings, canals and bridges in the town were destroyed, but not rebuilt.  In 1936, the worst flood of all wiped out the Lower Town.   Much of Harpers Ferry was abandoned at that time.  Soon work was begun by the Federal Government, which continues to this day in the restoration of the town as it appeared in the mid-1800s.

Harpers Ferry National Historical Park – Shenandoah Street

After visiting most of the buildings, I led my two dear friends to a grassy knoll, where the Shenandoah River joined the Potomac River to enjoy a magnificent view.  It was Thomas Jefferson’s favorite spot in all of the new United States of America.  He came here many a time to ponder the future of the nation, he had help create.  I wonder what the future of our nation is?

Confluence of Shenandoah & Potomac Rivers at Harpers Ferry

After a bit of time, Susan spoke up, “I have presents for the two of you.  I was planning to give them to Richard so he could then give one to you, Vivi.  Just now I realized that this was the perfect spot.”

Vivi, Richard said that you were jealous when you heard that we had smoked pipes together. That won’t be a problem anymore.”   From her travel bag she pulled out two fancy, carved tobacco pipes with bows on them.  One had “Vivi” engraved on it.  The other has “Richard.”  “Do you two want to try them out now to celebrate our friendship . . . our peace treaty.  We can call them peace pipes.”

Vivi quickly answered, “Oui,  that would be fun.  I have never smoked a pipe. Richard you get in the middle of your two queens.”

Susan pulled a tobacco pouch out of her bag and packed our pipes. She then lit Vivi’s pipe and handed it to her.  Then she lit mine and then her own. Vivi immediately coughed because she tried to inhale the smoke like a cigarette. Susan told her to just hold the smoke in her mouth and then blow it out.  Susan was the only one, who was very skilled at smoking a pipe, but the pipes did produce spiritual experience for us.  Each of us had to be thinking what a strange scene this was . . . but then again, it was nice.

We all stated that we wondered what would be happening to us in the future.  As the smoke from the pipes died out, Vivi suggested that we participate in a Tamulte wedding ceremony as we all held hands in a circle.  Vivi had learned the words from her grandmother for her first disastrous marriage ceremony.  I don’t remember them and certainly didn’t realize that the Tamulte were really just Creeks living in Tabasco State, Mexico.

At the end, Vivi said in English,  “This is a beautiful moment.  Let’s pray that we will all be together in heaven someday . . . but not too soon!”  

Vivi then reached over in front of me and put both hands on Susan’s hands.  “Susan, do you know why I encouraged you to be with Richard?  It’s because you are just like him.  Once you made a promise, you would stay in a terrible marriage with no love or children for sixteen years.  I love Richard so much that I want him to always be with a woman, who will love him and stand by him no matter what.” Vivi’s words are not the typical thing that comes out of an “other woman’s” mouth.

View upstream on the Shenandoah River from our pipe ceremony

Girls just want to have fun

On the way back to Susan’s car in Berryville,  Susan suddenly had a more serious look on her face after Vivi said, “Go ahead and tell him what we discussed. You can be my attorney today.”

Richard, Vivi wants to have more children and for you to be their father, because she would not be alive today and probably burning in hell, was it not for you. She is a little older than me and so wants to start making babies soon. In Europe now, no one cares if an unmarried rich woman has children. She will set up large trust funds for each child so that the cost of raising them will not be a problem for you, in case she dies.”

First of all though, as soon as you and your evil wife are not in the same house, she wants to bring Aimee to the United States and the three of you to live together for awhile, to see if Aimee likes you. If she does, she would like you to adopt Aimee as your daughter as soon as you are divorced. She would expect you to learn French better, but she would pay for the lessons. How do you feel about that.”

I really didn’t even need to think about it. “Sure, I would love Aimee just as much as I love her mother.”

Susan continued, “In that case, Vivi will also change her will at the same time to give custody of all her children to you and me, in case she dies.

Basically, what I am telling you is that Vivi and I have decided to raise each other’s children as if they were our own. Both of us will have to go on missions away from home. This way, all the children will have a mother and father all the time. “

Oh, I guess I should add that I want you to be the father of my children and Vivi be in my will as their surrogate mother. I won’t start making babies until Vivi is finished . . . well, until she is mostly finished. That way we can help each other. Guess you could say that Vivi and I just proposed to you . . . even though you are not divorced yet.” We will be creating a series of legal documents and financial instruments that will protect the economic interests of the three adults and all children, but without violating statutes against bigamy. <both gals giggled.>

Ladies, what can I say. Both of you were women beyond my expectations before December 1990. How could I do any better . . . besides, I would have two trained security guards at my side most of the time!”

Susan added, “Richard you will be the only man I ever kissed.”

Vivi finally spoke, “Well, Ree-chard, you are the only man I ever kissed and still remember it. Do you remember when I put cheese in your mouth and kissed you? I was thinking, wow, he has big lips like me!”

Susan then asked Vivi how long she would be in Alexandria. She said that she was leaving on Wednesday, October 16th.    Susan responded, “Oh that’s a shame.  Vivi, I have to go to the FBI building in downtown Washington on Thursday to give a preliminary report on my investigations in the Shenandoah Valley.  I was hoping that we could get together again.”

Vivi was silent for a while then blurted, “You know, we girls to have stick out for each other.  Are you finished with your report?”  Susan said that she planned to finish it up tonight.

Susan,  I will delay my flight until Thursday night.  Let’s have some fun for two days!  You will get a call from one of your bosses tonight, telling you that the French Embassy has requested that you be the guide and provide security for a female agent in the Direction générale de la sécurité extérieure.”

We are going to make you a new woman tomorrow . . . one that the men will take seriously.”

I learned at our next intel transfer on Wednesday the following week that Vivi told Susan to change her appearance to that of a sophisticated, fashion conscious woman of the world.  Vivi had learned that government criminal justice and security agencies tell their female employees to cut their hair and dress like a Nazi, but it is the Vivi’s of the world that end up getting the best paying and most glamorous jobs.  Vivi was going to pick up the tab for Susan having a complete make over . . . including the latest fashions for professionals from Paris!  She gave Susan a complete wardrobe of casual, business and formal clothing!

This is a French model, not Susan, but her beret, hair style, make-up and sweater strongly resemble Susan after Vivi paid for her getting a complete make-over. The curly hair especially helped.

Susan showed off her makeup, new outfit and hair style for me when I walked into her living room the next week.  I could not believe the transformation.  She looked like a woman with power, sophistication and she was downright gorgeous.  Actually, I lusted in my heart after her . . . as the Old Testament says.

Susan told me that Vivi had trained her how to get information from men at bars without having to go to bed with them.  Vivi told her that her tobacco pipes had to stay at home.  She explained that most of the men and all of the women in a bar would assume that she was a lesbian, if she started puffing on a pipe at a bar.

Laughing, I responded, “Susan, you have never been in a bar in your life!” 

She grinned and blurted back, “Oh yes I have!  Vivi took me to five bars and even to a strip club!”

Susan was so proud of herself and was still grinning.  “Richard, I have been practicing for a week in front of a mirror.  Look what I can do now.”  She picked up a pack of Benson & Hedges Menthol cigarettes (Vivi’s favorite brand) from the kitchen counter and then showed off that she now knew how to smoke a cigarette erotically like Vivi . . . but in truth, she said, she still preferred her beloved pipes.  Hm-m, now Vivi was Susan’s role model – brilliant mind, exceptional beauty, irresistible femininity, clever espionage techniques and an addiction that these gals somehow convert in to a carnal lure for men . . . thrown together in the same display window. About a month later, Susan presented her final report to her bosses. Of course, I had no access to it. 

In late November 1991,  Susan received a letter of commendation.  She was still quite naïve in the ways of bureaucracies and did not see the innuendos in the letter’s first paragraph.  Someone really didn’t like Christians or women who bragged about being a virgin.

The beginning of the letter stated that her suitability for continuing employment with the agency had been in question because of many complaints about her social and communication skills.  The latter part of the letter praised her for her rapid evolution into an outstanding representative of the FBI, after entering a romantic relationship.  It added that the staff psychologist had determined that prior criticisms of Susan were probably due to the lack of romance, companionship and physical nurturing in her life. She was urged to continue that positive influence on her career.

Just as Vivi predicted,  the last paragraph of the letter announced that she was being promoted to a much higher pay grade and being transferred to the counter-espionage division of the FBI that focuses on espionage, terrorism and international organized crime.  She was joining the elite of the Federal Bureau of Investigation.  What she would be doing had such a high security level that most employees of the agency would not be able to discern, if she even existed. 

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