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When did it all start? She cannot know for sure, although later she would be able to trace a kind of pattern in those cold winter weeks... she would be able to point her finger on those evenings when he was working late... and those nights that his business dinners kept him busy till early hours in the morning.

She knew how hard he'd worked for their future; the first three years when he took the plunge and opened his first business where he made a good profit but cash flow was always a worry and they'd sacrificed even going out once a week let alone a well-deserved holiday as in previous years when he was well-paid but frustrated by unfulfilled ambitions.

There two lovely children were growing up fast, but they hardly knew their Daddy these days it seemed - most weekdays they were fast asleep by the time he came home and even at the weekend he'd dash off early to 'catch up with paperwork'. The poor man was driven and also scared that if he relaxed for one moment the business would fail.

Those first three years were now history and the business had grown and he'd been able to employ not only workers in his factory but a full administrative team.

Susan, his personal assistant, took care of all his appointments and screened all his calls - Mary even had to ask Susan if she could speak to her husband when she called at work!

One day,........................

... it was a real nice sunny day,something terrible happened. One of Mary's boys had an accident at school. Mary tried to call her husband on his mobile phone, as she knew, that he was on a business trip in Paris. She got no answer. She was in despair, when she remembered, that she could ask Susan. She tried to call her, but there was no answer, too. Mary called her husband's office. One of the secretarys gave her the number of the hotel, where her husband stayed in Paris. Mary immediately called this number, and someone took the call, but it wasen't her beloved husband!!!!
Mary caught her breath......

The voice over the phone had Arabic tones ... and it was male .....

Mary put down the receiver, scared. A minute later the door bell rang. Outside two serious, smart looking gentlemen. One of them said:" Hello, Mrs. Smith-Müller-Schmid, don't be afraid , we are from FBI"
We have some Questions, could we come in, please?"
Mary couldn't believe it and stammered....

....."What's happened? Is this about my husband?" The men sat down and one of them looked at Mary intently and said, "We have reason to believe your husband and a woman who was with him have been abducted by a certain terrorist group operating in Paris." The other man continued, "Madam, has your husband been acting out of character recently, have you received any strange phone calls within the past couple of months, and who is the woman who checked into the same hotel as your husband?"

Mary was bewildered and frightened, she realised that she hadn't even asked to see any official identification of these two men sitting opposite her. Should she trust them.....

to tell her the truth?

'My husband is head of ACE Industries' she said........... 'I know that ACE makes very sophisticated electronic equipment that is used by the military in the United States of America and by several NATO member countries; however I know that he has been having late night business meetings and once a gentleman called Ahmed bin El De Signer called him and I think he might have been arabic. Is that significant?'

'Ahmed bin El De Signer!' exclaimed the short fat hairy FBI agent who was sitting on the edge of her settee fiddling with what looked like a mobile phone device........

'We've heard of him........ he also goes under the name of 'Jim Smith' and 'Pav A. Rotti'.........

" 'Jim Smith' is a secret agent of the infamous 'El Mufti' weapon smuggling gang. He is very very dangerous....... I fear for the life of your husband,Mrs Smith-Müller-Schmid! "

Within the space of a few seconds Mary's life had totally changed..........

...At last there was some exitement in her life.The boaring hours, waiting for her husband to return home were over.
What could she do with this new expirience?Should she just enjoy it or play the role she had been prepared for all her life?
Her grandmother was Mata Hari and she felt that she needed to honour this name.

Immediately the FBI gentlemen left she rang up her best friend Gertrude.

'Gertie!' Mary said

'Wazzup?' said Gertrude

'You're never going to believe this!' said Mary

'Excuse me a moment' replied Gertrude

'I have a whole suckling pig in my Aga and my new big fat bastard boyfriend 'Pav A. Roti' is coming over soon to help me gorge myself.......'

'Holy Ram and damn!' exclaimed Mary............

What a development!

...hang up the phone . Nearly at the same moment the phone rang again and the doctor of the hospital, her son was operated, asked her, whether she would agree, that strange looking men ,dressed as monks, tried to transport her son into a private clinic in the middle-east. Mary nearly got unconscious when suddenly

Arcobaleno turned up wearing a very short mini-skirt and bright red lipstick and matching nails!

Mary had had enough.

She walked up to Archobaleno and said to her, hands on her hips and a glint of anger in her one good eye:

'What have you done to my son?'...............

you kill the story!

I kill everything good in my life!

That's not my problem

You're 'dead'

Forgive old Rusty, he is not normal today ... ignore him, we take the story from here ..... okay?

...the short fat hairy FBI man appeared at her side, "Madam" said he in a low throaty whisper "Madam, excuse me .... but I must insist that we take you to a Safe House, where you will undergo extreme facial re-construction to render you un-recognisable to anyone knowing you."

"Ooh" said Mary "Can I have a new face and look like Farah Fawcett-Majors?"........"When she was young?"......

"No no Madam - that would involve a complete body re-construction ... and we do not have enough time!"

Mary awoke. Her head was throbbing and she couldn't open her eyes. She gingerly felt her face; it was covered in bandages.

Three months later they finally let her look in the mirror.

Wow!

Her life was changed forever. She smiled a knowing smile and checked out her new identity.

What a sweet lovely name they'd given her to go with her lovely slutty new face and pert breasts and cute bottom and 'other bits'.

Her passport and id card proudly stated her new name:

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Miss Ceri C. Reampie

Mary/Ceri immediately got hold of a telephone book so she tell her good news to the motor haulage industry. Ceri was going to have a ball......and so were a few hundred dirty truck drivers!

The truck drivers had been driving overland for the past four weeks without seeing a woman. The managment decided to invite the 130 truck drivers to the ball, which was coincidentally being held at their final destination, close to the Sheik's palace in Benghazi.