A/N: Everything that has a beginning, has an end.

2 years and 6 months later...

Wendy's trial was a real eye-opener. The prosecution were able to say with disturbing accuracy how the state of my bank balance had affected the Tasty Pastry's profit margins. In fact, they think I almost single-handedly put her youngest child through college. The combination of the economic downturn and my (publicly unexplained) decision to stop buying donuts was thought to have tipped her over the edge and she received a hefty sentence.

She didn't stay long in prison though. During her first four weeks she offered another inmate known as 'Big Bertha' a lifetime supply of coffee cakes if she helped her to break out. With Wendy and Bertha still at large, we told curious Berg residents that it was vital that I continued to live with Ranger, Tank, Bobby and Lester for my own safety. Knowing my history with stalkers, no one questioned our reasoning, not even my mother. With Joe out of my life, she was finally willing to consider Ranger as an alternative to her daughter remaining unmarried forever. Of course she had no idea that I was never going to get married...

Our relationship was still working and when we couldn't find enough time to ourselves, we'd go away together. Shortly after Wendy escaped she began to send RangeMan taunting photos that showed her posing in front of various locations: the Hollywood sign, the Statue of Liberty, the Big Sur coastline, Waikiki Beach... We took it upon ourselves to try to locate her, both for the reward money being offered for her capture and to find her before she found me. Finally when she sent one of the Eiffel Tower, Manny ran it through one of the RangeMan programs and discovered that all of the photos had been photo shopped using stock location images and media images from the trial. I mean who'd known that Bobby, I mean Wendy, had such amazing computer skills?

When we couldn't use the excuse that we were looking for Wendy, we decided to use our skills to find possible locations for RangeMan's expansion. We didn't technically want any new offices, but maybe that would change if we found the right city? Maybe Boise needed a RangeMan? Who were we to say unless we went to see for ourselves? As CEO Ranger needed to go so he could talk to the local PD about the security situation, Lester was in charge of tech and IT so he needed to look at regional suppliers, as Office Manager, Tank would be scouting for possible locations, and Bobby was there to check out the local ER departments and see how they rated. And I had to go along to see what my 'spidey-sense' said about the city, and whether people would talk to us. I loved our trips away. Of course all this recon took about thirty minutes, less if we started looking at crime stats while we were on the plane. But it was all worth it since when we were in strange cities on these 'business trips' I could go out to dinner with Tank, or lie on the beach with Lester, or check into our suite and be called "Mrs Brown". I was able to spend one on one time with all of My Guys in public since no one knew who we were and that gave us a wonderful sense of freedom. While we were in Trenton we needed to be careful about how we acted around one another. I think a few people suspected that there was something between me and My Guys, but since I was publicly 'with' Ranger, they assumed that telling him I was cheating on him might result in him shooting the messenger and no one was willing to risk that.

Our home life was easier than I thought it would be. I caved and we hired a cleaner on Jill's recommendation. She came in three days a week when we weren't here and took care of the kitchen, bathrooms and floors. Lynne wasn't from the Burg or even Trenton, and according to Jill she probably found our sex life to be positively boring so I didn't have to worry about her talking to anyone. The pool and grounds were taken care of and at least four nights a week, an Ella casserole somehow made its way into our home with whoever had finished closest to dinnertime. Tank rostered us so that we had at least one day off together each week, which we would spend in the pool or the playroom or even just watching TV together. Our 'us' time together was always the highlight of my week.

The only time I didn't enjoy was when they went on missions. I would spend those days and weeks terrified that something would happen to them. Right from the start though, they'd anticipated my fear. They knew that I would never ask them to stay behind with me since I knew how much their work meant to them, but they told their handler that one of them needed to stay in Trenton at all times. Officially it was so they could run RangeMan, but in our house Lester jokingly called it "Saving Stephanie's Privates". He always tried to cheer me up with laughter and jokes when something serious like this happened. While the others were away, the one who stayed with me would move into my room and we'd spend the time making love or comforting each other, just waiting for the others to return. I was glad that one of them stayed, I didn't think I was strong enough to worry about all of them on my own.

I was still working for Vinnie and RangeMan and I still rolled in garbage and found more than my fair share of bodies, but with training I was getting better at my job and I'd been the proud owner of the same five year old black RAV 4 for over a year now. I'd seen it at the dealership and it was so much like a mini RangeMan car that I had to get it.

I shifted a little on my sun lounger as a bead of sweat ran down my chest. Trenton was suffering through a major heatwave and the five of us were poolside. During the first summer at our house, every bikini I bought somehow ended up torn or shredded, so I now joined the others in skinny dipping when we were at home and left the suits for our 'business trips'.

In an effort to cool off, I dived in as deep and far as I could. Just as I emerged, Tank surfaced in front of me and Ranger behind. Like two sharks with predatory gleams they came closer until they were both pressed against me.

"What do you think, Rangeman?" Tank asked, speaking over my shoulder.

"I think our Babe's going to have to be very quiet. Out in the open like this..."

"That's a shame. I love her breathy moans..." Tank began to kiss along one side of my neck, while Ranger took the other. They knew how to play my body like a fine tuned instrument and draw out any noise they wanted.

"Her little gasps when she wants more..." Ranger ghosted his hands along my torso, kneading and fondling but not going anywhere I needed him.

"Those mewls when she's oh so close..." As Tank inserted one and then two fingers into me and massaged my g-spot, I glanced over at Lester and Bobby. They were both rapidly growing hard and Lester sank to his knees first, knowing Bobby would reciprocate and he could soon return to watching us.

I was so close. I could feel their chiselled chests and rock-hard cocks as Ranger pulled on my nipples and Tank picked up his pace. I needed more. I wanted them, all of them, for hours.

"And that cry she makes when she finally cums," added Ranger as I tried to muffle my noise against Tank's shoulder.

When I'd recovered, I extracted myself, hopped out and grabbed a towel. My Guys looked beyond disappointed until I motioned upstairs.

"I don't want to be quiet. And I don't feel like practicing my synchronised swimming."

I dropped the towel and ran up the stairs with My Guys in hot pursuit, knowing and hoping they'd catch me.

We satisfied each other for hours as we'd done on countless days and nights before, but it still never felt old. Later that night as I was lying in bed with my hair splayed across Lester's chest as Ranger massaged my feet, I had an idea.

"Hey Guys?"

I was met with four quasi-mmm's? and grunts.

"What about RangeMan Chicago?"

The End!

A/N: Phew. Well for a story that was meant to be 4 chapters long and only contain innuendo, this sure morphed into something else. 20 chapters and about 58,000 words later... I remember when I thought about my outline that I didn't want it to have any smut as it would be too hard to write and I didn't think anyone would like what I came up with! Thank goodness I got bored with having Steph running here and there throughout the cabin.

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