Warning: Rated for subject matter.
The main characters of this story are based on characters from the cartoon 'Code Lyoko.' I do not own, nor do I claim, any copyright to these characters.
How am I going to pull this one off?
The young woman put her arms behind her head and stared at the bedroom ceiling. Jeanie Wilkerson had been in Paris for a while now, and had yet to find Love.
Well, that's not exactly true, I've found Him, I just can't Do Anything with Him.
Six months back, she met a young French man, Hervé Pichon, at a school dance she crashed (Well, she didn't exactly crash the dance, she was invited by a friend she met a few weeks before). If she were anywhere else in the world, she wouldn't have given Hervé a second look. But there was something about him that night, something that called out to her. Oh, he was shy and almost hostile at first, but when they started dancing, he unwound and started enjoying himself. And seeing him enjoy himself with her made her enjoy herself even more.
After that night, they started talking on the phone. Jeanie was reasonably certain her father couldn't listen in on her cell phone conversations, but being the United States Ambassador to France meant that if he really wanted to, he probably could.
She even tried to sneak out to see him two days later, but got caught by the Embassy guards. Her father just about burst a blood vessel when she was brought before him, but she was saved from death or worse by Master Gunnery Sargent Taylor Thompson, who was in charge of the Embassy Marines.
He told her father that he would take care of the situation. Since they now knew how she was getting out, they could secure it. He then took Jeanie aside and made a deal with her; if she wouldn't try and duck out on her own, she could accompany him and Gunnery Sargent Ann Grace back to the school, and visit with Hervé in a supervised manner.
Other than having a bunch of Devil Dog Marines with her at all times, it was great. And she was surprised just how close she and Hervé grew over time.
And now she wanted to get closer.
She got the idea at Ann and Taylor's wedding. Weddings always seemed to make girls think of men in certain ways, and it was true for her. As the bride and groom stood before the Chaplain reciting their vows, Jeanie imagined she was standing there, with Hervé next to her. Then she started to think about what would come later, when they were alone.
If she could have gotten away with it, she would have dragged Hervé out of the Chapel, up to her room and rode him like a bucking bronco, but she couldn't. That was her problem.
And to make matters worse, her friend Yumi Ishiyama gave Ann Thompson, the blushing bride, an envelope. When Jeanie asked what it was, the Japanese girl told her.
A condom. A glow-in-the-dark green condom.
Now Yumi Ishiyama wasn't exactly her friend, she was more the friend of a friend. But Jeanie took a chance and asked the Japanese girl if she had any left.
Yumi looked at the American girl for a second, then jerked her head in the direction of a secluded corner, and walked off. Jeanie followed her.
She felt like she was doing a drug deal, right in the middle of the Embassy! Jeanie didn't know what was more exciting, her getting the condoms, or what she would be doing with them when she got the chance.
Yumi reached in her purse and pulled out a small strip of foil packets.
"You do know what to do with these, right?" she asked Jeanie. Jeanie nodded her assent.
"Okay. Good Hunting and Welcome to the Order."
"Order?" Jeanie asked.
"The Order of the Green Condom," was the reply.
That had been two days ago. The good news was Ann Grace, now Ann Thompson, was on her honeymoon, and wouldn't be in charge of Jeanie's detail for three weeks. The bad news was she still had two other Marines to thwart before she could take her prize.
This is going to be hard, she thought to herself, 'cause the only thing those two are afraid of are Mr. and Mrs. Thompson, not that I blame them.
Jeanie's opportunity came a the next day, when her father announced that he had to go to Brussels for a conference. Jeanie knew her mother would be going with him, and she set about convincing them that she needed to stay behind. After some wheedling, Ambassador Wilkerson relented, and Jeanie silently celebrated her victory.
One down, one or two to go, she thought.
She next had a conversation with Mike "Sanka" Coffy, one of her bodyguards.
"Sanka, I need a reeeeaaal big favor from you," she started.
"And what would that be, Miss Wilkerson?" the man replied.
"I need you to, oh, looktheotherwayfridaynightafterdaddyleaves," she said quickly.
"I see. And am I not looking for something going out, or coming in?"
The girl blushed. "Coming in. Way in, if I'm lucky."
Sanka smiled, "girl, there ain't enough cute in the world to get me to do that. When TNT finds out, there won't be enough of me left to scrape up and bury. Then Amazing Grace gets her shot."
"Mike, please, I'm begging you."
Mike Coffy looked at the girl for a moment. She was really upset. He had been part of her detail almost as long as Ann Thompson had, and he saw how the relationship between her and Hervé had developed. He had seen a lot of jaded men and women, hell, he thought of himself as jaded to love, but that's exactly what he saw here in her eyes, love.
"Okay. I'll probably regret it, but okay."
Friday evening, Hervé Pichon was walking to the United States Embassy to meet Jeanie for a date. She had called him earlier in the afternoon to have him come meet her there. So Hervé dressed up, not knowing what was going on, slipped off campus and made the trip.
As he was walking up, Hervé heard a psst coming from an alley next to the Embassy. He looked and saw one of Jeanie's bodyguards, Mr. Coffy, motioning him over. Hervé went to the man and he led the boy back into the alleyway.
"This way, kid," Coffy told Hervé.
They came to an open doorway that led into the Embassy. There, Mr. Coffy pointed to a bundle laying on the ground.
"Put that on," he commanded.
Hervé went over to the bundle, and saw that it was a pair of coveralls, like what a painter or other worker would wear. He shrugged and put it on.
"I want you to know, she's put herself out on quite a thin limb for you," Coffy said after Hervé put on the coveralls, "if this blows up in her face, not only is she going to be in a lot of trouble, but a lot of people, myself included, are going to get fired or worse. Personally, I think you're worth the trouble, but if I ever find out I was wrong, you'll wish your father had entered the priesthood."
Coffy then took Hervé inside. After locking the door, they wound their way through and around the Embassy until they came to the Residence. Coffy led Hervé to a room, then stopped.
"The Ambassador is due back Sunday afternoon," the man told Hervé, "she's arranged to take meals for two here all weekend. Her balcony looks in on the compound, so you can't be seen from the street, but I'd be discreet and not be out there too much. Basically, stay in her room, and you should be alright." Coffy smiled at that last statement. He then knocked twice.
"Come in," came Jeanie's voice.
Coffy opened the door, and motioned Hervé to enter.
"Do the team proud, Hervé."
