Totally Spies Porn Story: Shooting Star – Chapter 13

Sam sat in her wheelchair on the veranda. Her laptop sat on the table with her half-finished homework displayed. A few puffy clouds dotted the serene blue sky, and the sun lent its warmth to everything its light touched. Normally shed be done with it already, but she couldnt find any motivation to complete it today. It wasnt the fact that she only had her left hand to type with, or that she was sick or anything. The problem was, every time she sat down to try and finish it, her mind would wander to somewhere else.

She still couldnt stop thinking about the events of last week. Shed seen the darker side of the spy world and humanity. Yet shed also seen some truly great things. People both good and bad motivated by convictions that ran deep into their souls. Shed seen selfless displays of courage and friendship. Shed experienced deep horrors and great joys. This would really be one for the scrapbook, if she were allowed to say anything about it.

Her casts already had an impressive collection of signatures, those of Alex and Clover by far the largest. Even Mandy had pity on Sam when Clover wheeled her in through the front doors at school. At least their collection of injuries made for good conversation at school. Their cover was absolutely mundane compared to the truth. They had considered all the possible explanations, and finally settled on a car wreck as the best excuse for their injuries. Sam kept her bullet wound covered, however, because she still didnt know how to explain that one. Shed just have to put some of her clothes away until it healed.

She saw Alexs car come down the driveway and go around to the side of the house. She listened and heard her mother let them in and tell them where she was. Alex and Clover appeared at the door shortly. Alex was on crutches and Clovers hand was in a cast. When the ship had landed to pick up Sam and Jacob, Alex was the first one off the ship and had jumped off before the ramp had even opened completely, so concerned she was for her friend. However, shed landed wrong and rolled her ankle, causing it to sprain. Thus all three of them ended up needing to be helped into the carrier.

Alex smiled and walked onto the veranda. Hi Sam! Hows it going?

Fine. I cant seem to get this homework done.

Sam, youd better not be slipping on us. Said Clover. I am not going to fail because my study partner stopped doing her homework.

Ill do it, just not right now. Sam closed the laptop as Alex and Clover pulled up chairs

Anything from Jerry? asked Alex.

Nothing aside from condolences and good luck wishes and the occasional checkup.

Same here. It is kind of a relief to know were not going on any missions for a while.

Clover suppressed a giggle.

Whats so funny?

Im sorry, I just cant help but think of everyones reaction when we walked in looking like a football team on a bad day.

It had been a strange moment that day. The three of them walked into school at the same time, Alex on crutches, Sam in a wheelchair with her leg in a cast and her arm in a sling, and Clover with a cast on her wrist and her arm in a sling. The entire hallway had paused to look at them for what felt like forever. Immediately theyd become the talk of the entire high school.

So, anything in the news, yet? asked Clover.

Nope. Ive checked a lot of sites, too. There are reports of police activity, but nothing specific. I guess they did a good job with the cover-up.

Just as well. Said Alex. Id rather not be reminded of that experience for a long time, if you ask me.

Sams mother walked in with the mail. Sam, youve got a letter.

Whos it from?

One of your friends, I guess. I cant ever keep track of them. She handed the envelope to Sam.

Sam didnt recognize the name or the handwriting. Who the heck is this from?

Alex craned her neck to look at it. Maybe its a secret admirer!

Yeah, right!

Open it!

Fine, fine. Uh, could you do it for me, Alex?

Will I! Alex tore the envelope open and started reading the letter.

Hey, thats mine! Dont read my mail!

Its from Jacob.

A bird chirped somewhere close by. The wind carried a few leaves past the veranda. A butterfly settled on Sams laptop for a few seconds before taking off again.

Well, go ahead and read it, Said Clover.

Alex looked back to make sure Sams family wasnt nearby.

Dear Sam, Alex, and Clover:

Once again, I have to congratulate the three of you on a job well done. Im sorry that you had to see some of the things you saw, but that is the world I work in. Its dangerous and dirty. But lets not dwell on that. Its time we put all that behind us.

Im feeling better now, and as I write this Im packing for my next assignment. Naturally, I cant say where it is. But I will say that its about as far from Los Angeles as you can get, geographically and culturally. I pray for a speedy recovery for all of you, especially Sam. You really took a beating back there, and you took it like a champ. I have to wonder if your head is reinforced with something other than bone, because I also know what Stephens hits felt like. They hurt!

I had my doubts about you girls at first, but you performed like pros. It was a real pleasure working with all of you. You exceeded all of my expectations and really came through in the end. Id be honored to work with you again, but Im afraid thats not very likely. I dont even know when Ill be setting foot on US shores again, thats how uncertain this business is.

The last thing I wanted to say was this: Keep having fun. Youve got all the years of your youth still ahead of you so dont squander them. As you know, Ive been employed by the government since my early teens, so I never got to know what its like to ask that girl youve had a crush on to the prom, or the anxiety of semester projects or whatever hoopla kids have to worry about. Time is precious, girls. When a minute passes its gone forever. Make the absolute best of the time you have, because theres no telling what tomorrow holds. It was great meeting all of you. I hope that someday, be it by chance or fate, well meet again.

Jacob Ravask

P.S. Clover, dont throw the sling away. Your arm might have a hairline fracture the X-ray didnt see and your hand might not heal properly if you take it off too soon.

Alex finished reading the letter and set it on the table. Sam picked it up and read over it herself. When she finished it, she leaned back against the wheelchair and started fanning herself lazily with the letter. Clover dug her sling out of her purse and put it back on.

Whatcha thinking about, Sammie?

Just wondering whatll become of Jacob, and us eventually.

Lets not worry about it. Said Clover. Jacob can take care of himself. And its like he said. We should make the best of our time, and I think we can start doing that by going to the movies!

Yeah! said Alex. I wanna see that new zombie movie theyve been advertising!

Clover and Sam stared at her.

Or we could go see that movie about the boat race instead! She said sheepishly.

You know what? Sam said as she folded the letter up. I wanted to see that one, too. How about it, Clover?

Clover hesitated for a moment. She really wanted to see one of the teen comedies that came out recently, but she decided she was outvoted, and the star of that movie was a hunk. Alright, sure, lets go!

Sam put the letter in her purse and Clover wheeled her off the veranda. They had a fine time at the movie, and chased it with milkshakes and fries. After Sam returned home, she went to her room and dug out her keepsake box. She placed the letter in the box and hid it again. She then turned her laptop back on and finished her homework before going to bed early.

THE END