3 comments/ 50937 views/ 11 favorites Major Change By: HerLittlePiggy "How do you want it slut," he asked sternly as he rubbed his big hard cock across my lips smearing precum on my face. My tongue flicked out and lapped his delicious syrup from my lips. It then stretched to lick his delicious cock as I knelt naked at his feet. My eyes traveled up his chiseled muscular body from his long hard cock to his stern face. "Rough, master," I replied quickly. "I need it rough." He was ten years my senior but he was in tremendous shape for a man in his fifties. His chest was broad with well defined pecs and his stomach was as flat as a board from years of cross fit training. His long legs were thick and muscular and covered with surprisingly thin wispy hair. The salt and pepper hair on his head was still thick and worn high and tight. His hat sat on his desk staring at me like a beacon of his authority. "Good answer slut," he said as a rare slight smile crossed his war weathered face. I had pleased him and that gave me an odd sense of satisfaction. I was not new to submission but the rest of the situation was completely new to me. He nodded and I licked the length of his thick shaft before engulfing his thick bulbous head with my hungry mouth. I moaned wantonly as I surrendered to my raw hedonistic desires. I'd never touched another man's penis before that night. I had thought about it, fantasized about it and even had dreams about it. In my fantasies there had always been a strong dominant woman present directing the action but this room, his office on the base, was empty except for the two of us. My initial bi curiosity had been sparked by an ex-girlfriend while I was stationed in Germany. That had been five years earlier and my life had changed significantly since we had broken up. She had first planted the seed of curiosity when we were roll playing with BDSM. She loved to play Dominatrix and I found that I craved the submissive role. One day she tied me to the bed and came out of the bathroom wearing a leather corset and a studded leather harness from which a long dildo hung lewdly. She first made me suck her girl cock and later she fucked me with it. The sensation was incredible and it became a regular part of our sex lives. Gretchen also loved to tease and humiliate me sexually. She would call me her little piggy, her cock sucker, her whore and other humiliating but erotic names all in a thick German accent. Her taunts evolved over time and eventually she started taunting me about sucking a real cock. In the heat of the moment I got excited about the idea but I was especially excited by her reaction to my excitement. The slippery slope from willing submissive to intensely bicurious was not always easy. At first I wrestled with internal conflicts brought on by a religious up bringing and when I finally accepted my desires she was gone. We had broken up because, while we were perfectly compatible sexually, our personalities clashed to the point that our relationship was unhealthy. Once we broke up I was left alone with my desires and unsure how to find another open minded willing participant in my left of center sexuality. It was a quandary made even more difficult by my job as an officer in the US Marine Corps. "You are a horny little whore aren't you," he chided as he pulled his big cock away from my insistent tongue and slapped it across my face. My cock jumped with excitement as the sound of slapping flesh rang my ears. "Yes sir," I groaned. I was as sexually excited as I had ever been in my life. The newness of the situation sent pins and needles through my body and the smell and feel of his body was far more erotic than I could have ever imagined. I had originally craved submission to a woman who would order me to suck cock for her but my cock lust had taken on a life of its own. Four years after discovering and admitting to myself that I craved cock I cast aside the need for a woman to allow me to be straight in a bisexual situation and I succumbed to my primal desires. I licked my lips savoring the remnants of his essence and moaned softly. He liked teasing me and I liked being teased. My body was one huge erogenous zone and I was reveling in the sensations of being a sexually charged cock slut for him. He was an officer, a Major in the Marines, and I was a Captain. I had taken orders from superior officers all my life and I knew the drill. He must have sensed my emotional state shortly after I arrived at Camp Pendelton after a tour in Iraq. He had tested the waters first with subtle comments and discrete contact. When I didn't object he became bolder and his comments lost all subtlety. I started to respond with comments of my own. It was strange flirting with a man but it grew more comfortable as time passed. Our flirtation continued for several months and it grew more overtly sexual. I wasn't attracted to him in the same way I was attracted to women but the idea of hot raunchy sex made it incredibly exciting. I would sometimes stare at his cock until he caught me looking and that's how we finally transitioned from flirting to sex. "Lower slut," he demanded as I ran my tongue all over his thick shaft. He grabbed his cock and pointed it skyward. I knew what he wanted and I opened my mouth wide and took his hairy balls into my mouth and sucked gently making him groan with pleasure. His low moan was all the encouragement I needed and I ran my hands up his hard muscular legs. I touched his warm flesh and groaned like a bitch in heat as I coated his balls with saliva. My cock was rock hard from the excitement of living out such a deeply taboo fantasy. It ached and if touched I knew it would surely explode in an instant. I had been raised in a deeply religious home south of the Mason Dixon line where homosexuality was not tolerated. I had never given it a second thought for most of my life and my upbringing had taught me that there was no bisexual. Either you sucked cock or you didn't suck cock, end of story. The road from there to tolerance and finally to desire had been a long one. It had taken most of my 42 years. I released his heavy ball sack from my mouth and sank lower. My nose pressed into his balls and my tongue flicked out of my mouth. I licked his taint and he groaned loudly. I moved closer and licked his tight puckered asshole. He was, thankfully, clean and well groomed and licking his asshole was incredibly hot. I was not new to licking ass but it was different with a man. It was not better or worse but it was definitely different. He stroked his long hard cock as my tongue pushed into his tight asshole. I could feel his entire body heave with each breath. His excitement was infectious and I moaned loudly as I tongue fucked his tight asshole. My arms wrapped around his strong legs and I forced my tongue inside him. My body was shaking with excitement and I felt like I was on fire. My tongue plunged deeper into his asshole. I backed out and then thrust my tongue hard into him. "Oh fuck that's good," he moaned as I continued to tongue fuck him. He stopped stroking his cock and backed onto the big leather office chair. He parted his legs wide exposing his asshole to my hungry gaze. "Keep licking slut," he ordered. He was used to giving orders and I was happy to comply. There had never been any doubt who was in charge. I was his bitch. I settled between his splayed thighs and lowered my mouth to his hard cock. I took it down my throat and face fucked him briefly before moving back to his tight saliva coated ass. The warm flesh of his legs touched my bare shoulders giving me a wicked thrill as I lowered my mouth to the Major's funky treasure. I pushed my tongue deep inside him making him moan softly. My hands slid up his legs and I grabbed his hard cock. I stroked his thick meat as I tongue fucked his asshole. "Suck my cock slut, make me cum," he commanded. I reluctantly left his ass and took his hard cock into my mouth. I knew he was close to cumming so I took his throbbing rod down my throat several times as I gently played with his balls. My fingers slid lower and tickled his slippery asshole before plunging inside of him. The Major's legs quivered and his breathing was erratic as he passed the point of no return. I finger fucked his tight ass as I sucked hard on his throbbing manhood. "Drink my cum bitch," he yelled as his dick pumped hot thick cream down my gullet. "You had better not spill a drop Captain or I'll whip your sissy ass like a common whore." I swallowed his huge load and sucked on his thick cock as is slowly went slack in my mouth. "Lie on your back slut," he ordered sternly and I quickly acquiesced. My cock was achingly hard and I was as excited as I had ever been in my life. The Major reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a tube of Wet Lube. He poured it generously over my stiff prick and then straddled my hips facing me. "Guide it in bitch," he ordered. I grabbed my dick and pointed it at his ass. He lowered himself onto my dick and took it all inside his ass without hesitation. The Major rode my cock slowly and I watched his strong athletic body as it bounced on my dick. He grunted and groaned as he rode me like a wild horse. His cock recovered quickly and grew hard under my gaze. "I see you looking at my cock," he chided loudly. "You sure are a horny soldier. When I am done riding your cock Sergeant I am going to bend you over and fuck your ass better than that missy who made you her bitch. When I am done with you soldier you will be my cock whore and you will drop your pants at the thought of my dick." "Yes Sir," I moaned like a wanton slut. My mouth watered as I watched his cock bounce. I wanted him to fuck me and that image pushed me past the point of no return. I cried out as I came inside his tight ass. He sat hard on my cock and clenched his ass milking the remaining cum from my spent rod. The Major climbed off me and pulled me to my feet. He guided me to his desk and pushed my head down on the blotter as he slathered lube down my ass crack. I was exposed and vulnerable and the feeling was beyond my wildest dreams. He rubbed his cock across my slick asshole and I moaned softly. "You like that don't you bitch?" He said proudly as he teased my ass with his big hard cock. "Yes sir," I groaned as he eased a thick finger into my ass. It felt tremendous and I wanted more. He fingered my ass slowly at first and then added a second finger into my ass stretching it as much as my ex girlfriends strap on ever had. "Do you want more bitch?" He asked sternly. He knew I did. "Yes sir. Please?" I panted. His fingers thrust into me hard and fast touching me in places and ways I had never experienced. He grabbed my hip with his right hand and guided his cock into my quivering ass with his left. My eyes rolled back in my head and I moaned wantonly as he sank his long cock balls deep inside of me. "Oh god," I groaned as he started to fuck me with long agonizingly slow strokes. His dick felt amazing. It was hot and alive unlike the plastic cocks that had thereto fore invaded my ass and I reveled in the sensation as he fucked me. He shortened his strokes and thrust into me with quick jabs making my heart race and my excitement grow. My dick was semi erect but I could feel the unmistakable beginnings of an orgasm building inside me. He sensed my state and thrust his cock into me with fast long strokes sending me over the edge. "I'm cumming," I panted as the waves of pleasure consumed my being. The spiraled out from my core and shook my body like an earthquake. I cried out as cum boiled from my cock and pooled at my feet. He continued to fuck me hard as my climax continued to shake my body. I came harder and longer than I ever had before and when it ended my legs were weak and sweat covered my body. "Oh fuck," I panted as he pulled his throbbing cock from my ass. I stumbled back to the couch and sat down hard on the cool leather surface. My asshole was sore but I was incredibly sexually satisfied. He wasn't done yet. The Major moved in front of me and waved his dripping cock at me. "Time to finish up Captain." I parted my lips and he pushed his hard rod into my mouth. I was exhausted and grateful that he didn't expect me to actively fellate him. The Major grabbed my head and slowly fucked my mouth. His long cock slid deeper with each stroke until his pelvis touched my nose as his shaft disappeared down my throat. I felt deliciously wicked and my cock started to twitch and grow anew. Tears streamed down my cheeks. Saliva spilled from my mouth. I moaned and groaned like a wanton whore. "That's it slut," he teased as his pace quickened and his balls tightened. He was close and I was ready. I hummed and moved my hands to his taught muscular body as he face fucked me hard and fast. I grabbed his firm ass cheeks and pulled him deeper as his cock started to spit down my throat. He pulled his cock from my mouth and furiously stroked it as ribbons of hot thick cum coated my face. I collapsed on the couch in a cum and sweat covered mess. The Major dressed quickly as I recovered on the brown leather couch. My cock was hard and I wanted more but he was clearly finished. "You are the horniest slut I have ever seen Captain," he chided as he buttoned his shirt slowly. "Yes sir," I panted as I scooped his cold slick cum from my face and smeared it over my stiff shaft. I closed my eyes and relived my experience as I jerked my cock until it exploded onto my stomach. When I opened my eyes he was gone but I knew we would fuck again. Major Changes Gains & Losses The blue Jeep Cherokee made its way from Manhattan Island, now hesitantly drifting down a winding New Jersey street. Its wheels sloshed through melting snow as it passed imposing old money estates. The jeep slowed, rolling to a stop next to the snow covered roadside, avoiding the incoming corner turn that lead directly to the estate beyond the trees. It's intended destination. "Bri, my parents live just over there." Said the olive skinned passenger, now pointing beyond the snowcapped trees. The driver turned removing his seat-belt sighing signifying the words to come were serious. "Andrea, do your parents know that I'm coming?" "Yes," she said with less than solid confidence. "What was that?" "What was what?" "In your voice, you're not telling me something." "I told my dad I was bringing a friend, but...." "Leaving out the fact that the friend is your black boyfriend? Am I on target? God it's Christmas dinner, Andrea!" "Yes, but my mom knows, and you've met my mom and brothers. They like you, you've known my little brother Alex from when he visited me at college, trust me, it's not a problem Brian baby." "I'm sure it'll be fine. Does your dad at least have a hint of a clue that we're dating now?" Brian asked, knowing Andrea's dad wasn't the most accepting person. A guilt laden silence kept Andrea's response at bay. Her indirect eyes said it all. "Well that's just great!" "It's all going to be fine, better than fine." She said reassuringly. "Your dad hates me. Remember two months ago, at your cousins wedding? You should have seen the way he looked at me; that was when we were just friends. Can you imagine how he'll react now? He'll carve me, like a turkey." "We weren't friends. Stop lying to yourself. We just hadn't given ourselves a title yet and you were still trying to act like you didn't like me." Brian, armed with his pearly white smile, decided to correct her. "Like you? I've loved you from Chicago...." He said gazing into her deep sparkling brown eyes. "Nine years ago, you said you wanted to be friends so since then I denied my feelings for you, even to myself." "I love you more; I was just a little late in figuring it out, Bri, that's all. My family is going to love you too; we're going to have a great Christmas dinner." Brian's smile turned into genuine laughter. "You're funny ... You're beautiful and funny, you love me more, that's impossible." "The second time around it was me that pursued you. Okay, I know how you attorney's like to leave out key evidence to make your cases. For over two months I chased you." Andrea said while she unbuckled her seatbelt, something that went unnoticed by Brian. "True, you were quite the little stalker." Brian said with a laugh. "I was just claiming what's mine and always will be mine." She said in a sultry tone. Letting her seat belt completely recoil, taking the keys out of the ignition. She sat unrestrained and brazen. Her small, slender fingers moved under her skirt, pulling her shear black panties down her extended legs, stopping above her leather boots. "Now?" Brian asked his eyes darting about; afraid her father might pop out from the bushes with an axe. With a sleight of hand she reclined his seat, lowering it to its furthest tilt. She lifted her left leg from the passenger side, over to the driver's side slowly lowering her frame along his waist, straddling him. "Do you want me to stop?" She asked with a knowing, mischievous smile. Without breaking contact the four brown pupils remained keenly focused, even as he answered by unbuckling his belt. Her cold fingers reached for his member causing him to jump a little. "Sorry," she said with a seductive smirk, briefly stealing her hands away to tie up her extraordinarily long dark hair, and hopefully warming them up. Lowering her frame, her dimpled lips connected to his with a delicate, driven finesse that indicated a deep hunger. She teasingly rubbed her beautifully smooth flower on his raging member, back and forth denying her lover the object of his immediate desire. She took a hand placing it under his chin, capturing the full attention, that in actuality she already had. "All you need to do is look at me, just look at me... just look at me," she repeated like a mantra, taking a warmed up free hand to guide his long, rigid tool to her aching, slit. A grunt and an inhalation were exchanged between the two lovers, as girth and warmth came together in harmony. With her leather boots planted around Brian's legs, she lifted her body upwards just to drop it back down with manic urgency. "Just look at me," she kept saying between gasps for breath, and smiles of pleasure. "No matter what happens around that dinner table you just look at me," "God, I love you." He stated, as his fingers traveled past her black stockings flicking away the fabric off the interfering skirt, venturing from her warm thighs to her tight, heart shaped buttock. He drank in the sight of her, taking in her natural and deeper beauty. "Beautiful." He said his hands making the journey up under the back of her blouse pulling her down while he lifted up his head kissing her in a deep French kiss, their tongues tangling, their lips exchanging little puffs of ecstasy. With cries of bliss echoing through the rocking jeep her eyes fought the need to roll upward. She lost the battle as her pussy quivered around his length. His hands gripping her tight cheeks pushed her upwards as fast as she drove downwards, their tongues hungry for more, but another hunger had to be fed first. Seconds later it was, as Brian shot deep inside Andrea, mere seconds later she collapsed into his protecting embrace both of her lips quivering, screaming with accomplished bliss, their tongues now completing the last leg of the race. She sat like that for minutes, running a finger along his flat stomach, through his shirt and sweater. The kissing and the sensations of his flesh were spurring her on, the beginning of a whole new adventure starting up, until suburban after Chevy suburban shot past the two carnal beings. Andrea jumped to her side of the Jeep fixing herself. "How many members of your family are attending this thing?" He asked, turning on the engine, pulling behind a plumbing van that just passed by. Turning the corner the plumbing van took its place with the fleet of suburban's scattered all over Andrea's parent's long driveway. Brian turned his head toward Andrea with a smile. "This isn't funny!" She pouted. "You have to see how it's a little funny?" "How?" "There is nothing your dad, the hypocrite Mafia boss can say to me now; he's been pulled off his high horse by the justice department, or should I say the FBI." "You don't know that it's the FBI!" Just as she finished her sentence, a woman in an ill-fitting blue jacket approached. Its bold lettering that read FBI were a lot more important than its weathered uselessness. The FBI agent came out into the middle of the driveway extending her palm, stopping the Jeep. Brian smiled at Andrea, she responded with a sad face saying, "Do something for me, please?" The federal agent gestured Brian to roll down the window. "Sir we can't allow you to pass. We're just about to have New Jersey state trooper's cordon off the compound, they're just a little behind." Brian turned his head toward a visually saddened Andrea. He took a breath turning back to the woman. "Sir did you not hear me, turn your vehicle around." "Agent....?" Brian asked searching for the name of the abrasive federal agent. "Alright then I'll introduce myself. I'm Brian Cargill. At this time I'm identifying myself as the Attorney for Nicholas Curtoni, the man on whom I assume you're executing a warrant of some sort, right now." Her anger at Brian's announcement escaped her mouth in the form of hot air. "Look, you'll need to wait here until I can get Supervisory Special Agent Derrick Walker." Brian was in his own world as his hands slipped through the bills in his wallet then cards. He pulled out two cards, shoving them in the agents face. "This is my New York Secure pass ID card, but I guess this one works better for you, my New Jersey Attorney's ID card." "I never said I didn't believe you were a lawyer, sir. Put your cards away and wait for Agent Walker." Brian put his cards back in his wallet and put his wallet back in his jacket. "Look, agent, I don't know your name. You haven't moved to get this agent, Walker after I clearly identified myself." Brian popped his head out the window pointing his finger, beyond the fleet of vehicles meters ahead to the group of men amassing at the large front door. "I assume he's one of those men?" The agent said nothing, knowing that her delaying tactic had been deciphered, so she decided to simply stop communicating with Brian. "Alright," Brian said pulling his window back up. The agent began to yell as Brian sped the jeep through the lawn past the mass of federal vehicles. ******** Four minutes earlier In the back of a decoy plumbing van, a debate was brewing. "Walker, are you seriously, going to try and take down Nicholas Curtoni with a flawed warrant?" said a fresh faced looking man wearing another one of those useless FBI windbreakers. "Davis, you're young, you need to see the big picture. Most of the captains of the Curtoni crime family are in that house. With the evidence we've been tipped off as being inside we can lock them all up today. We're never going to have the opportunity to destroy the Cosa Nostra ever again. New Jersey's organized crime will be reduced to dust." "Which Federal Judge signed this? I don't recognize the name." Asked Davis, who had been reading over the document. "It was early Christmas morning; there were no magistrates no District Judge for sure. I arrived at Newark Liberty in time to persuade a state judge into signing it, just before his airplane took off." Another agent at the front driver's seat poked his head back. "Before the airplane took off?" "Yeah I had to board the fucker." "He couldn't have been too happy." "No, he was in his seat next to his wife. Now, she wasn't happy. But you know how smooth I am." Walker said with a cocky smile. "Sir, it may just be me, but it seems like you're playing this one a bit too close to the chest." said Davis. "He's right Walker," said the driver. "Look no one in that house can dispute this." Walker said, waving the piece of paper like it was some sort of golden ticket. Davis tried to hold his tongue but found his lips parting. "You don't know that." "I doubt Nicholas Curtoni has his lawyer over for Christmas dinner." "It is possible," remarked the driver. "We had another decoy truck watching, so I'm positive we're covered on the lawyer front. Plus the Curtoni lawyer is a Jew. Nicholas Curtoni is not the cuddliest fellow when it comes to outsiders. You heard the wire taps, Eric," Walker said to the driver. "You heard how pissed he was when his daughter Andrea brought that black kid to the Russo wedding a while back. She wasn't even dating the poor sap." "True. " Eric the driver said in agreement. Walker, with warrant in hand, let out one last pre-take down statement of confidence. "Plus I pointed out the one flaw to you. Not even a seasoned ambulance chaser would have been able to spot it. I'll give you this, if Nicholas Curtoni, the bigot, resurrected Johnnie Cochran and is having dinner with him; then and only then are we in shit." Walker said with laugher. Agent Walker jumped from the van with pep in his step. Davis and Eric followed behind with a team of agents in quick succession. Walker looked back. Even though there were a lot of SUVs, all were hidden behind a wooded covered section of the long driveway. All except for the plumbing truck, he observed the surroundings and the layout as he and his team approached the large mahogany door. "Shut the fuck up." Walker yelled to the eight agents who had filled in behind him. Walker's eyes suddenly noticed a jeep speeding toward the house, but thought nothing of it. Remembering an up and coming federal prosecutor had said, she might stop by. Today being Christmas the door was answered by Mrs. Curtoni herself instead of one of the maids. The regally aged woman opened the door to the face of a Cheshire cat grinning middle aged man. "Merry Christmas Mrs. Curtoni I am Supervisory Special Agent Walker of the FBI, I have a warrant to search the premises, and seize specific items." as Walker stated this, Mrs. Curtoni's eyes curled back and her legs failed her. She landed on the marble foyer with a loud thud. Right after the thud, a large balding man entered the foyer marching toward the agents. Ignoring the collapsed woman Walker stepped over the body to present the warrant to the one and only Nicholas Curtoni. "Mr. Curtoni I hav-." "I don't give a fuck Walker, what did you to my wife." "Hey, we didn't do anything to her; my men are going to search this house now." Walker stated seeing a flash of panic running through Nicholas's face for the first time, since he'd known him. Walker knew their informant was on point, after that look, he knew The Terror of Jersey was scared. Nicholas picked up his wife bringing her to the kitchen where he placed her in a chair. The agents were now combing through the house. Nicholas had little time; he took a marker pulling away his wife's sleeve. He began to write a series of numbers on her arm with the word Cayman after each series. With that he poured himself a glass of water and calmly walked to his upstairs master washroom. He knew warning his two families would do no good. After more than two decades at the head of the family, they had him and there was no escape. No escape other than the one he had in mind. He walked into the washroom and looked at himself in the mirror. He palmed back the graying scraps of hair he had left. He gave himself one last look in the mirror. "Fifty four years." He thought to himself. "Fifty four years," he whispered with intent and resolve. He pulled back the mirror and found what he was looking for. He took out the pills and put them in his hand, preparing to swallow his death. He stopped in his tracks upon hearing the voice of an angel ringing in his ear. "Dad....? Dad where are you?" They're leaving... The warrant was crap they're going." Nicholas's heart pounded in new born relief, upon hearing the words and the voice. "I'm in here, honey." He said with a whisper. "Dad, are you in the washroom?" Andrea enquired. "Where was he, why hadn't he replied?" Andrea thought to herself. Nicholas put his hands in his pockets releasing the lethal content next to his bill fold and a black marker. Just as he did this, a beautiful glowing woman entered, long dark hair flowing past her back, and a shapely body not for his eyes to admire jumping forward in joy. Upon seeing his baby girl, the strong giant had to fight away the oncoming tears. He grabbed her and hugged her. "You can't visit your ma and me no more, since you moved to Manhattan you've been a stranger." While still in his embrace she asked. "Are you okay dad?" "I'm fine, you know me." "So you're alright," she said noticing the pill bottles and the water. His eyes followed hers. "You're mom fell; I was looking for Aspirin or something." "Oh, well she's better now, they're all waiting for you." Andrea grabbed her dads much larger hand and began dragging him out of the washroom. Moments later Nicholas's mind began to normalize with thought, he used a single arm to embrace his daughters frame as they walked. "So a few pre law courses at the University of Chicago and now you're an expert, I told you, you should have went to law school instead of med school, you would be in your second year at Zimmerman's firm instead..." "Wow, you can't just let a bad moment turn into a good one and let it be. I'm a medical resident and I'm doing well enough on my own, making decisions for myself." She said having freed himself from his embrace. "Well you haven't used you're credit cards in weeks so I know your surviving, but imagine what you would accomplish with a law degree. You just took on the biggest jack off in the FBI and won for God sakes." "It wasn't me." "If it wasn't you then who was it?" He asked confused, the two of them now nearing the stairs. Andrea decided the time for a soft spoken tone had long past. She decided not to ease into it. "My boyfriend got rid of them." "Mathew Alberti, and you got back together?" "No, it's not him." "That's what I figured, the boy comes from good Italian family, but he's an absolute failure, plus the kid is the furthest thing from being a lawyer.... It better not be that money grubbing nigger you brought to your cousin's wedding, or I swear." "You are so ungrateful. His name is Brian, he's black. I don't care if you approve or not, I love him." Andrea left her father's shadow, running down the chestnut stairs they had finally arrived at. She ran down preparing to run to her man who was busy scolding a federal agent that was on the edge of bursting: Using terms like obstruction, miscarriage of justices, filling a complaint, and millions. "They don't even teach case studies like this in Law School. You know why, because no one's ever been as brazenly stupid as you were." "Look, what do you want me to say, I'm sorry." "I want a written apology from you, the US Attorney and the sad sack of a judge who signed that invalid piece of crap." "Hey calm down pal, my agents are gone and you got my apology." Yelled a cowering Walker, who was now failingly attempting to regain ground, Brian overshadowed him with his booming preacher's voice and his basketball player's height." "You better stop yelling and get writing, because you know what we have here. What we have here is a darling older woman and member of the Governor's taskforce on the Arts, and the top fundraiser for the breast cancer cure." With those final words Brian stopped and paused internally, before finding his footing again. "This beloved mother collapsed and most likely has severe brain damage, due to your callous disregard for due process and respect for carriage of just law." "Come on are you serious?" "Let me tell you what I am serious about, Supervisory Special Agent Derrick K. Walker. You caused The Curtoni family undue psychological stress and very real tangible evidentiary damage. Brian said pointing out the door to the carnage of the SUV's on the manicured lawn." "We'll pay for that." "Yeah, you will." "Let's forget the letter." Walker began to feel the heaviness lifting, just for Brian to drop it all back down. "If you go in and apologize to the Curtoni family publicly for violating their right to exercise their religion as promised by the Constitution, I will consider not naming you in the twenty million dollar lawsuit I intend to file." "Are you serious?" Brian said nothing other than. "Thirty million." "Forty Million." Walker didn't need to ask, he knew what the incremental increase and the numbers meant. He reluctantly decided to comply, his reasoned mind which had left him for much of the day had returned. He decided to follow the pointing finger of Brian. Brian smiled as he ran into Andrea, she tip toed up giving him a kiss, which said there's more for you later baby. That's when Brian noticed the big cheese. "Merry Christmas Mr. Curtoni, I'm Brian Cargill" Andrea right then remembered she had forgotten to tell her father Merry Christmas, she was in no mood to do it now. "Thanks." Nicholas mumbled, ignoring Brian's extended hand. Brian had expected a little more appreciation than that. "I just saved your ass, you crooked fuck," Brian thought to himself. Major Changes Gains & Losses "With your permission I'd like to file the complaint in court, preparing the lawsuit against the Justice Department." "Thanks, you got lucky kid I appreciate it; but my people are better suited from here." Nicholas passed his daughter and Brian, making his way to the dining room." "Your dad's a piece of work." Brian whispered. "Sorry you had to save me again, Bri," she said tiptoeing up giving him a short kiss. "I'd walk through hell for you, with not a single regret." Nicholas was stunned walking into the dining room, filled with his business family and blood family, to see the infamous Derrick Walker, in his dining room, singing apologies like he was some sort of elf. "Nicholas I'm sorry, for any undue stress I may have caused." Walker said preparing to exit. "You fucking better, you merda!" Someone yelled out followed by, "Idiota", "figlio di puttana." "Ey, calm down everybody the man has apologized." Nicholas said trying to project calm. "I don't care; this dumb fuck, ruined Ma's day," Nicholas jnr. argued. "Nick, that's your father, your goanna listen him," rebuffed one of the many guests in the room. Walker walked out, but his pride couldn't be sobered. He whispered to Nicholas using his tallest pose. "This was just the first time, your lawsuit is shit just like you and this barbarian clan you call a family." "Get out and off my property, now!" Nicholas said yelling at Walker. Walker passed Brian and Andrea kissing in the hall and gave him a sly smile. Once again he couldn't help himself. "You're a smart kid, I'm not afraid to admit it you found more holes in that warrant than I knew were in that piece of crap. I respect you so I'll give you one warning. Get away fast or you'll burn with the lot of them. Not even the tightest pussy is worth that." "Excuse me?" Brian said bearing down on Walker, Nichols. Jnr walking by blocked the angered Brian. "Calm down Brian." Andrea said a sentiment quickly echoed by her brother, both of them now restraining the tall Brian. "You're going to regret that!" Brian stated angrily. "Oh, I'm scared." "I shouldn't, but my new watch should frighten you a bit, it was gift from a tech startup that couldn't afford to pay me at first but once they started turning a profit they not only paid me but gave me this gadget." "Nice watch, so what? Asked Walker looking at the bulbous time piece, his enquiries were answered when he started hearing his voice playing back. Walker's eyes widened to the point of popping out, he felt shooting pain running throughout his entire body. "Eighty Million," shot Brian. Walker trudged his feet fighting the urge of his ready, clenched fists. "That's illegal; I didn't consent," Walker said in his defense. "One party consent state," Brian countered with a smile Walker simply turned away mumbling under his breath. "Outside the cavalry had long gone. The plumbing decoy van was still there with a smirking Eric and a somber looking agent Davis." Walker approached the two with a grunt. "Johnnie Cochran eh?" Laughed Eric. That was the last straw. Walker snapped, recoiling back, slamming it into Eric's jaw." Davis had to restrain Walker. Walker found his calm, saying, "Hey Eric I'm sorry, it's just been a tough day." Even with the knockout punch Eric was still laughing. Even when the van was well enough away from the estate Eric was still giggling away. Then Walker herd his phone ring, it was the Section Chief's direct number. It was never good when your boss'es bosse's called you after you just messed up. It was Christmas, Agent Walker decided to simply ignore the call. ----- Back in the dining room, all seemed to continue as though the FBI hadn't just attempted to storm the Curtoni fortress. Brian entered the opulent dining room hand in hand with Andrea, where she introduced him to her different uncle's, blood related and some not so much. Something that they all had in common was that they all asked for Brian's card, in which he promptly dispensed to the objection of Andrea, who gave him her patent pending 'stop that,' look. At which point he made a show of running out of cards. "This is my uncle Michael, my mom's brother." Michael tried to give Brian a shoulder slap to say good job, but instead accidentally smacked the side of his upper body, causing Brian to wince in pain. "Are you okay, is it acting up, do you need to go?" Andrea said with grave concern to which Brian replied. "Calm down I'm fine" "Are you sure?" "Positive." He assured. Moments later Brian took his assigned seat directly across from Andrea. The two of them seated next to Nicholas's head seat. Brian was seated right next to Alex, Andrea's younger brother and Andrea was seated next to Nicholas jnr. her older brother. As the time to eat the Italian American feast arrived, like a flip of a switch all at the table had etched on their best Hollywood smiles. Recent events were ignored as if nothing had happened. Mrs. Curtoni opened the dining table up for all to feast, with words of tremendous thanks, and greeting. Andrea kept constant eye contact on Brian, creating a sense of silent dialogue. Nicholas's odd glances went unnoticed by the pair. "Brian, what Manhattan firm do I need to bill your services to?" Nicholas asked. "No need, Mr. Curtoni." "The initiative will give you a leg up at work, with the bosses." "Mr. Curtoni, its fine." Nicholas wouldn't take no for answer, pulling out his bill fold splaying out countless bills on the table. Wow Brian thought to himself. "Dad, put your money back you're being rude, and Brian is his own boss." Andrea declared with a proud smile. "At the wedding you told me, someone told me, he worked at a firm." "It is a firm, a small firm, I have about twenty five, employee's, ten of them are attorneys like myself." "You own your own firm, are you joking?" Nicholas asked with a snicker that silenced the room. Brian once again ignored the insult. "Dad!" Andrea interjected. "What?' What'd I say?" "For the record, Brian's very smart. Back at the University of Chicago, most people didn't notice, because he stayed there for Law School and was always on campus." "Andrea," Brian said, attempting to end the embarrassing conversation. "Brian graduated a year early undergrad staying at U Chicago for law. He then went onto intern at Greene & Whitney, but decided not to accept their offer of full employment." "Bu-" Nicholas tried to interject. "The first year starting his one man operation in New York was rocky. I'm the one that encouraged him to take the divorce case of a housewife from the Hampton's, since not enough corporate clients were coming in." "Andrea..." Brian began to say before being cut down by Andrea once again. Brian simply smiled, looking into her beautiful brown eyes while she continued. "Long story short, thanks' to Brian she got seventy percent of her cheating husband's assets. The cherry on top is that the multimillion dollar condo her husband used to cheat became hers. Being that she couldn't stomach it and wanted to spite her husband she gave it to Brian as a bonus, for his good work. He then sold it and that's how he financed his firm." The long table began to fill with chatter as the men checked their wallets the cards were emblazoned with Cargill and associates. Nicholas didn't say a thing for the rest of the meal, which caused both Andrea and Brian to wear smiles for the rest of the meal. However it didn't last long as those in the room trickled out and soon regrouped in the great room. Brian looked on at the splendor of the fifteen foot Christmas tree in the far right side of the room. The two lovers, with their bodies entwined, sat on a couch together, while people mingled around them. Alex, who took a seat next to Brian, tried to assure Brian with. "Dad's going to get used to you, he's like that with everyone." "Sure." replied Brian. "Alex is right Bri, dad's always been a little rough around the edges. He'll come around," Andrea chimed in. "I guess," Brian agreed. "I'm going to bathroom." Brian said lifting his long frame. Alex stood up as well. "I'll show Brian where the washroom is." Nearing the washroom Brian stopped and turned to Alex. "Okay, we're alone now; Alex I know something's on your mind, what's up?" "What do you mean?" "The reason you're so eager to show me to the washroom?" "Nothing...." "Don't worry, just ask me?" "I wanted to know if I could use your apartment..." "To get laid?" Brian said laughing. "Shhh... You know what forget it, sorry for asking." "What about your brother's house, he lives...." Brian stopped mid-sentence remembering why that was unrealistic. "Don't worry its fine Brian." "Shut up, look, unlike any one else I understand." Brian said pulling out his keys, looking for a particular one. "My sister can't know." "Okay, but you know your sister and I live together, so she's gonna need to know." Alex's face was an indicator that he didn't. "If my dad knew... if my dad knew he would explode. I mean, I'm fine with it Nick. Jnr and possibly mom too." Alex said, whispering. "Yeah I know." Brian said handing Alex the key. "I'll worry about that later." Alex gave him a look that said, good luck with that bud, leaving Brian to stew with his thoughts. On his way back to the gathering room, Alex saw Andrea coming from the foyer bogged down with tons of presents. Alex rushed to help his sister before she dropped the boxes. "Why didn't Nick jnr. help you?" "I didn't remember that there were so many. Here, carry this and this," she handed him the gifts," the top one is yours." "Thanks, yeah I didn't get you anything." "Wasn't really expecting anything from you," she said with a ball breaking chuckle. Alex didn't have time for a response as the two of them reentered the great room, where Andrea handed off the gifts she and Brian had bought. Alex opened his present finding an Ipad which stunned both him and Andrea. "I told him nothing over a hundred dollars; Christ I wonder what he got dad." Andrea thought, before recalling that Brian had intended on buy cigars. Although intrigued, Alex put down his new toy and went over to his sister pulling her to the far side of the room. "You two moved in together? Dad and mom and all of us thought you moved in with your friends from med school." "Why? Are you mad, or something?" "I'm not mad. Well, yes, I am; we talk nearly every week. You tell me everything, but you couldn't tell me that?" "Yeah, like I tell you everything," Andrea said with laughter. "When I came to visit you in Chicago, he was the only one of your friends that treated me like an adult. I like him, you know I do, so you could have at least old me. the fuck Andrea?" "You're mad?" "Of course not, I'm happy for you; I just wish you'd told me." She gave her brother a full hug, "Don't let dad find out Brian and I are living together. Okay?" Before Alex could assure his sister, the deep voice of their father echoed from behind them. " Alex's pupils widened and went from left to right, from his big sister ready to stand her ground, to a fuming father. His dad's stare bore down on him, causing young Alex to scurry off. Nicholas held in his rage long enough to get his daughter into the next room, through a side door. "The fuck you and that bingo-bongo mother fucker playing house, now?" "I'm not taking your bullshit. I love him. We live together and that's all." "The fuck it is!" Nicholas yelled, his left hand catapulting a porcelain vase across the room. Andrea was undeterred; she was as stubborn as he was. Mrs. Curtoni entered the room angrier than the two unmovable objects. "We've got guests out there wondering what's going on in here." "Patricia calm the fuck down, I'm only trying to put some common sense in your daughter's head." Nicholas said attempting to manage a losing situation. "What you're doing is telling me how to live my life!" Andrea barked. Closing in on his daughter Nicholas stressed his point further. "When times get rough is he going to be there for you? No, he isn't." "Yes he will!" Andrea said entering her father's sphere, drawing her line in the sand, as tears began to roll down her face." "No he fucking won't! You think he's going to stick his neck out for you? You think he'd risk his neck for you?" "I know he will, because he has." "Ahhh, bullshit! Your family will and you need to choose now." "Nicholas! Mrs. Curtoni yelled." "Andrea your father just a bit angry, a lot has happened today." "You're a real asshole; don't call me... you can guess who I chose!" To the beating tears of her mother and the stunned look of her father, the door slammed behind Andrea. Her mind and body united in her uncompromised resolve. Bypassing all her gawking relatives including her brothers, she ran into Brian in the hallway. "Hey, baby what's wrong, did they not like the presents?" "I just want to head out now, okay Bri." "Well just let me say goodbye." "Please Bri, now." Brian saw on her face, the immediate need to be somewhere else. With nothing else said, he cradled her walking in the flurry filled sky, making their way to the Cherokee. She closed her eyes and rested on his shoulder as they drove through the now snowcapped night. Brian drove through the unusually quiet Holland tunnel. Their day coming to an end as the Cherokee descended into the underground garage of their Soho condo. Brian felt content as he carried Andrea's peaceful angelic body through the doors of their comfortably sized home in the sky. Brian tucked her away carefully resting next to her. ---- Within an hour of the verbal explosion the final guests were leaving the New Jersey estate. Mrs. Curtoni, smiled waving to the final vehicle, away. When the front door closed her smile inverted. "Alex is gone, we're all alone, what you do you say Patricia?" Mr. Curtoni said, rubbing his hand on his wife's shoulder, following behind her as she began walking up the long stairs. "What the hell was that, earlier?" She questioned angrily, shaking off his advance, walking ahead of him toward the master bedroom. "I called Zimmerman. He's going to handle everything." "That was a massive fuck up, but I'm talking about the way you treated Brian." "Don't start with me, Patricia!" "You need to apologize." "Apologize?! Don't you, dictate moral bullshit to me! You, of all people with your high expectations for her, you're worse than me." "He's a good kid." "So he's a black kid that comes from a rich family, this merda about him working hard and building his own firm is a joke." "His parents weren't rich. No one is out to deceive you, and he's a good kid." "Whatever, okay he's smart and makes his own green he should have spent Christmas with his parents... ha, but I bet he can't because Mr. Affirmative action's parents are either dead or locked up." Mrs. Curtoni was speechless for a second, her throat choking up. "Wow when did you become such a cold old man? Your daughter trusted me enough to tell me, his parents are dead." Mr. Curtoni's face was now flushed with schadenfruende. Before he could speak his wife continued. "I'm going to say this then, I need you to sleep somewhere else," she said standing at the entryway to their bedroom. "His dad was killed by a drunk driver his first year of college, along with his younger brother. His Mom died a few months ago of breast cancer, and that doesn't include his other younger brother who was killed in Iraq." Mr. Curtoni stood speechless. "Apologize to your daughter, Nicholas." Mrs. Curtoni said closing the door. The burden laden, Nicholas, even with the soft comforts of the guestroom couldn't come to rock himself to sleep. Unable to sleep his eyelids blinked away well into dawn. When he awoke his wife wasn't at her regular station, slaving away behind his breakfast, and the maids had the holiday off. He made himself a culatello and mozzarella sandwich taking less than small bites. Through that day and the days that followed Patricia Curtoni downright ignored her husband. Even when Alex returned from his sleepover he too treated Nicholas with disdain, although he was a lot nicer about it than his mother was. It was two days after New Year's, Nicholas hadn't slept in his bed in over a week; he was sitting around the breakfast table with Alex. "So I get it the kid's been through a lot, but no one seems to see it from my point of view, except for your sister we've only known him a couple weeks." "I met Brian back when I first visited Andrea at college, every time I visited. He and I would hangout, he's the reason...' "It's because of him, what?" "Nothing." "No, what?" Getting up from the table Alex continued. "He brought me to parties is all, looking at him he comes off as this guy that doesn't know how to have fun but, but he's really pretty chill." "I don't get it?" "He treated me like I was a regular person, unlike Andrea that locked me away in her apartment. He brought me to parties and that's how I... hooked up with for the first time." Alex said getting uncomfortable with the subject he started. "When you say hooked up." "Dad I'm not talking to you about sex." Nicholas got up out of his seat wearing a proud smile. "I haven't seen you bring a girl by in a year; I thought you still hadn't, you know, been laid." "Dad!" "You always did seem happier after visiting Chicago." Nicholas smiled, rubbing his son's hair, while a nervous look arose on Alex's face. Nicholas didn't notice it. Mrs. Curtoni walked in right then and Nicholas dropped his smile simply running his hand through his son's hair. "We haven't hung out in a while, we should do something soon." "We'll see." "Humph," Mrs. Curtoni mumbled. "Okay, enough. I'm going to see her now. Hell, right now, okay? So you two can end your combined bullshit, I'm gonna apologize. You two are worse than the FBI." "Good. I baked her favorite cookies," Mrs. Curtoni said, heading for the fridge, pulling out a large plastic container. "Oh, and she told me Brian loves Braciola, so here's the recipe. Tell her I'll come over there one day, to teach her," Mrs. Curtoni said, giving her husband a parting kiss. "We can do something this weekend, dad," Alex said, lifting the embargo. ----- "Andrea?" Brian said announcing his presence as he walked through the door. "Andrea baby, I'm home?" He said, smelling the distinctive burnt meat hanging in the air. Andrea came into the hallway wearing a robe and a pout. "I had planned a nice lunch for you, but I misjudged the time for putting in veal." "It's okay; at least you're a better doctor than a cook." He said, embracing her. "That's not funny." "I kid, you know me." "Yeah, I know. I made you a club sandwich instead." "You didn't need to do that." "I know I didn't, that's why I like doing it." During the embrace she spotted the bouquet of flowers Brian had set down on the hallway table, before entering further. "You remembered? Our two month anniversary." "I remembered nothing and I know not of which you speak." Brian said with a smirk. She turned around and gave him a glance. When she picked up the bouquet of tulips she began to tear up. "Nine years ago and you remember tulips are my favorite, I only said it once." "Hey, how could I forget?" Brian said as she picked up the bouquet finally noticing the single red rose in the middle of the sea of yellow. Her face was glowing like a rising sun as she tore open the note; she smiled and leaped on top of her man wrapping her legs around his waist. Major Changes Gains & Losses "I thought we were having lunch," he said in between her pecks. "I thought so too but then you had to go be you. My surprise can't wait." He entered the master bedroom spotting the silver stripper's pole, his eyes did a double take. It sure as hell wasn't there when he left home that morning. Now embraced behind him she whispered into his ear. "I haven't been taking mandarin classes. I've actually been taking pole dancing to surprise you, happy two month anniversary baby. Just sit over there," She said pointing her speechless boyfriend to the armchair near the curtained window. She dropped the robe revealing a decadent red bra and panty set. "Lord," Brian said in a hushed voice, adjusting himself as he stared at the bra that was accentuating her bust. With Brian distracted by her chest, she slipped into the crimson red Jimmy Choo peep-toe pumps. With a touch of a remote, music began to pulse from the rooms Bose speakers. She closed her eyes extending her right hand out to the pole gripping it and circling it twice, with the music starting out soft at first. Her body started to limber up as the pace of the quickened. Her body matched the music's ever increasing tempo. Like an expert she pulled herself onto the beam smooth legs rubbing against the metal, his eyes were hostages to her every shift and subtle thrust. Brian felt as if he was in at a strip club behind Andrea's back. Whenever he would adjust his comfort level, she would get increasingly spirited, climbing the pole. Brian searched in himself for an explanation for why his girlfriend was able to be hanging upside down a stripper pole outside of one month's of classes. He quickly reasoned a childhood of ballet classes was the undeniable culprit. Her ass bubbled shaking in front of him, his hand lowered to his lap bypassing his rigid member, instead venturing inside his pocket where his finger's combed over the small blue velvet box. He decided that this was definitely not the time for that. His hand soon left his pocket moving toward his zipper, taking out his cock in hand. Stroking it as he cast longing stares at his high performing girlfriend. She looked back locking eyes with him while licking her full lips. "You want my lips around that?" She said as her body swayed with every step. She slowly melted to the floor crawling on her knees toward her man; she took his long shaft in her small hands taking each ball into her mouth. Brian grunted unmercifully loud as his girlfriend perfected a technique that she'd been working on for two months. Taking his head into her mouth she moved slowly, going up and down licking the underside of his length with longing dedication. Her brown pupils fixed on his linking his pleasure spurring on hers. Her tiny thin fingers working his shaft without relent. His head fell back. "God I'm so fucking close," he warned. She heeded his warning, her own way, her mouth picking up speed and tightening around his shaft just before pulling back at which she reluctantly closed her eyes. After the first burst came a quick second and third, at which her mouth opened and she accepted her reward. The two now stood at the hallway leading to the condo's front door, Andrea in her robe, her chest and neck clear of sperm. With a club sandwich in hand Brian stood at the doorway reluctant to head back to work, he gave her a long deep hunger driven kiss, with his club sandwich in hand he was ready to leave. "I love you and I'll see you in a week." "Do you really need to go on the business trip Bri? Can't you tell the client to go to Hong Kong another time?" "Ha! No one wants to do that more than I do." He said while his hands ran down her robe from her waist, down to cup her buttocks. "How about we stay right here and fuck all afternoon, I don't have a shift at the hospital until morning, what do you say?" "Hummh," he said fighting himself while she chuckled. "I Love you baby, I'll see you in a week," he said kissing her on the cheek. "Love you too, Bri. Did you pack everything you needed, this morning? I'll go check the closet to see if you forgot anything. Did you check the temperature over there?" "I have everything, I'll be fine." With one last kiss he was out the door. But not for long as twenty seconds later a knock came to the door, just exited door. Andrea answered it after locking her robe extra tight. A glowing smile hung from her face. "Change your mind decided to blow off work and the trip?" She asked playing with him. Brian didn't say anything he just looked into her eyes and handed her an envelope, "What's this?" she asked as she took it from him. "What's this?" she asked once again, pulling out a Cathay Pacific, boarding pass for JFK to Hong Kong International, Business class. She reacted with stunned pause. Brian took this to mean, yes. "After work I'll send one of the client's cars to pick you up and I've changed the schedule so we can spend time together while where there. We can spend a lot of time together." "I can't. I have back to back shifts at the hospital starting tomorrow, I'm sorry, Bri." She said with genuine teary eyes. "Come on, Andrea?" "Bri, I'm so sorry." "Pleeaase?" Brian begged embracing Andrea. She laughed her lips muttering, doing double takes as her mind jumped for no, to yes to maybe back to no, "this was so sweet Bri, I'm so sorry." She said, her eyelids arched downwards with her apology. Brian kissed her good bye; they exchanged I love you again but this time on a sadder note. Twenty seconds later a knock came to the door again. "Im sorry Bri, I thought of every option, it's impossible for me to skip out on my residency, there's no one to cover for me." "What's it he want you to do?" asked Nicholas Curtoni. Andrea's smile withered away at the sight of her father. She tried to slam the door in his face. He was quick to prevent it when his boot, blocked the closure. "Look calm down; you're worse than your Ma." "If you think so, do yourself a favor and leave." "Look! Look, honey I'm here to apologize." "Sure, you are, just leave." "Of course I'm serious, why would I drag my ass through all that traffic if I wasn't, just give me a chance." She gave him a keen stare after which she opened the door enough for her father, to creep through. Nicholas stepped in surveying the spacious condominium. "Are you going you going to apologize to Brian, too?" "Hey, nothing was ever said to him." "Are you going to apologize to the man I'm going to marry, someday." Andrea said testing the true nature of her father's visit. He held back his intended facial expression and held his tongue, not knowing if she was pushing his buttons or speaking her minds intent. "Yes I'll apologize to him, but I'm assuming he's not here." "Correct, he's at work for next few hours before his trip." "Then, ah, I'll stop by his office after here." "You mean it?" "Of course." "Ain't it late to be getting out of bed," Nicholas remarked to his daughter. At which point her face turned to a flowery red. Walking through the hallway, and into the kitchen he began to admire the apartment. "Nice space you guys have here, I wouldn't have been able to afford this at his age." Nicholas remarked before his nose took over, "Andrea have you been cooking?" he asked with a laugh. "It's not funny, I almost had it." "Your mother told me to bring these for you." Nicholas said putting the bag on the Kitchens granite countertop, next to a brochure for homes in Westchester. Nicholas flinched as he recalled his daughter's words about marrying Brian. Andrea began to rifle through the bags taking out a drastically reduced container of cookies. She gave her father a knowing look. "Sorry it was a long drive." He responded picking up the brochure accusingly. "What is this; you two are buying a house, in the suburbs? What, to start a family?" "Probably, if you have a problem you can leave now." "I don't," he lied. "Has he asked you to marry him?" "No... thinking about it, he was probably going to," she said pausing mid-sentence. "Going to what? When? What?" "He invited me to go with him on an important business trip to China, but I said no, because of my work at the hospital; He was probably going to do it then." "Andrea, I'm sorry. I'm trying to understand. I'm sorry about what I said on Christmas, but I really don't get this. The kid is great, but it seems like you had years to like him; what changed a few months ago? Why now?" Right then, Andrea realized she had underestimated her father. He was smarter than he looked and wasn't the type of guy you could keep secrets from. He had that Colombo ability. "Nothing changed." "You're lying. Back at the house you made it seem like something happened." Andrea sat down on the kitchen chair, her father sat across from her. "What is it, you can trust me?" "Nothing happened!" "So you met Brian at college first year, good kid, you like him, well enough, but you're not interested in him. He comes to New York six years later and nearly three years goes by. Both of you are successful, twenty seven year olds who remain friends then what... you go color blind?" "His race was never a problem! Get out!" She yelled, shooting up on her feet. "Bullshit!" "Get out, now!" "Sit down, Andrea," he demanded." I want answers. Something happened; you have everyone else fooled, but not me. Is it his sudden success?" "Are you calling your own daughter a gold-digger?" "Don't put words in my mouth; I never said shit about money." "But that's what you want to say, isn't it?" "I just want the truth honey, please. I'm your father, trust me." He sighed deeply running his hand through his hair. "Just trust me." With that, she collapsed into her father's arms, whispering almost unintelligibly, "If it wasn't for Brian, he would have killed me that night." Nicholas's heart began to beat faster, his ears burning; he held his murderous rage at bay. "Go on honey, its okay, you can tell me what happened?" "Brian and I promised we wouldn't tell anyone." "Andrea, honey?" Nicholas begged, his eyes filling with concerned moisture. Before words even left her mouth, tears began to swim down her face. "I was walking to my car in the parking lot at the hospital one night, when a guy in a ski mask snuck up behind me..." Nicholas attempted to calm Andrea, while he did the same for himself. "He had a revolver. I didn't have time to react daddy, I didn't." Nicholas hushed her back to a state of calm. "I gave him the keys thinking that's what he wanted. I offered him all my money, but his hand went over my mouth; I couldn't scream. I couldn't get away; I really tried." Tears streamed from her eyes as her father wiped them away. "Next thing I knew, I'm in the back of a van." Andrea mumbled through her controlled tears "It's okay, honey, it's okay. I'm here for you, Andrea," Nicholas said holding her tight as if she was his little girl again. "I was in the back of his van; he tied me up, covered my mouth with tape... that's when he took of his mask and I knew he was going to kill me. I can't continue, okay dad?" Nicholas was filled with a thousand thoughts, was whatever this was backlash against my business, was someone trying to hurt me? He questioned himself. No he needed to know, he tried his whole life to keep business away from home. "Please Andrea, I know how hard this is, but please for me... I need to know if this was my fault. I need to know," he said. "It wasn't." She replied sobbing. "Just please, continue. I'm sorry but I need to know." Finding the resolve to continue, Andrea explained her life's darkest moment. "I tried to break the zip ties, but I hadn't gotten anywhere by the time the van stopped. It was dark and all around me were giant trees. I later found out it was Rockefeller State Park. All there was around were trees and a small greenhouse like structure. He dragged me to the structure showing me a hole he dug and... and a... wood chipper." Nicholas's eyes set ablaze. He wanted to hold his little girl and never let her go. Andrea took a deep breath, now finding strength in being able to tell the story. "He showed it to me for assurance, that to resist was useless; he cut off my zip ties, the tape... everything. I began to yell, and then he let out a long bellowing scream to let me know that in all the darkness that consumed us both, I was all alone. I was able to knock him over and escape at one point, but he took joy at pulling me back and holding me down." "Stop, Andrea stop!" "You wanted to hear it." "I can't!" "You will." She said, now standing dominantly over her father. "He held me down, his wrinkly fingers pulling off my scrubs. I screamed fruitlessly for minutes, as this disgusting middle aged man ripped my underwear away." "Andrea, stop now! "Shut up and listen!" "Just as he prepared to do as he intended, the light of shelter illuminated, a dripping figure appearing in view to me, but behind the creature. I think he paused when he noticed it was me. I could see the anger build up in Brian when he saw my eyes. The man saw my eyes and his gaze and followed them. Just as Brian took aim at him with a giant rock, the man took out his revolver and shot Brian in the side." "Brian s..." Nicholas began to say. "I got free from under his weight and grabbed for the gun; by the time I did, the man was unconscious. Brian had bashed his head in with the rock, and wasn't slowing down. I don't know why, but, even though I knew this, I just had to shoot the creature. I shot him once in the stomach. The recoil of the gun threw me in the air. I wanted to fire every last bullet into that rapist son of a bitch. "Why didnt you call me after it all happened, Andrea, are yo-." "I'm fine. We couldn't tell anyone. After going through his pockets for the keys we found an NYPD captains badge. He investigates rapes, I...." Nicholas felt numb as he listened to his daughter's confession. Andrea's tears turned into anger, anger for being forced into sharing something so personal. "I tried to look after Brian, but he kept telling me he was fine. He fought against the pain and lifted the body into the wood chipper. We filled the hole, I patched up Brian, and he ditched the van, end of story. Happy now? " Nicholas sat stunned as his daughter went to make coffee. "I.... I don't know what to say." "Just don't say anything then." "He saved your life, that's why?" Nicholas asked his composure returning to him. Andrea turned to her father sternly. "In that moment, I made the opposite decision that he made after it. During the moment, I saw his soul. He, however, resolved that I was being emotional and even though he had feelings for me, it took me a month and a half to convince him. I don't owe him anything; I love him more than I can say." Nicholas's mind was swimming after he left his daughter's Soho condo. He drove up to Midtown, stopping at one of the many tall towers. To say his opinion of Brian had changed would be an understatement, he felt as if he owed him. The pressing question on Nicholas Curtoni's mind as he got up to the top to the twentieth floor of the Midtown building getting off of the elevator, how did Brian get to the park and why had he been there in the first place. As the elevator doors opened, the words Cargill and Associates were emblazoned in front of him. In a sign of strange humility 'Cargill' was far less emblazoned than 'Associates'. Nicholas arrived at the office surprised by the buzz of activity. "Can I speak with Brian, Mr. Cargill?" Nicholas asked the polished looking young blonde behind the reception desk. She typed into her computer and looked at the computer screen. "May I ask who you are and what it's about?" "I'm... he's my future son. He's my daughter's boyfriend." "Mr. Curtoni then... he's in the conference room, making last minute changes for the Hong Kong trip. He'll be out in a few minutes." "Thanks' I'll wait." Nicholas said heading for one of the seats by the reception desk "Follow me; you can wait in his office." The blonde said waving him forward with her perfectly manicured fingers. Nicholas followed the conservatively dressed but shapely blonde to the large office. "Thank you." Nicholas said. She began to walk out before, she turned on her elegant heals toward Nicholas: "I didn't ask would you like anything something to drink, Pellegrino, Tea, Espresso, wine?" "No, thank you." Nicholas said, unfazed by her beauty. He was on a mission. "Are you sure? Mr. Cargill has some Château Margaux hidden away for important clients." Alone in the commanding office Nicholas took a look around. An advertising poster for the University of Chicago hung behind his chair. Nicholas was surprised to see his daughter's picture; she'd told him nothing about that. Then there were other pictures of his daughter on Brian's desk. Further around the office were pictures of Brian with movers and shakers. Then Nicholas found himself in the office's inner washroom, he heard someone come in at which point he took a leak to avoid suspicion. He looked in the mirror at himself, wetted his hands and slicked back his gray scraps. Then a light bulb went off in his head, he opened the cabinet, finding the anti-depressant medication. It hadn't given Nicholas joy to put the pieces together. Nicholas walked out of the washroom, spotting Brian right away busy away behind his desk on the phone. He held a finger up in the air at Nicholas telling him one minute. "That's going to need to be five, now," Brian said to the person at the other end of the phone. "My experience doesn't matter. "My firm has the facts. My PI's have video, not pictures but perfectly admissible video." Another pause, "Don't make me go to ten." Another pause, "nice talking with you, Tom." Brian's face turned for the worst after he got off the phone. "I'm just about to rush home because you made Andrea re-live that moment again. What's your problem?" "I had a right to know." "You have no such, right. She's not thirteen." "Brian, let's stop this. I just want to say thank you. You saved my daughter's life; there is nothing I can say." "I love her, I did it for her. I don't need or want your thanks." "I know," Nicholas said, his eyes looking down at his shoes. Brian packed up his MacBook and began putting on his Jacket. "You're never going to understand." "I think outside of my daughter. I'm probably one of the few that do." "That night, I bet that was just a few days after your mom died." "Yes, so what?" "She was the last of your family." "So?" "You tried to kill yourself that night, the bridge in the park you jumped off of it, but climbed out of the water down river to see...." Brian fell back into his seat. If the color could it would have left his dark face, it would have. "How'd you know?" Brian asked. "Andrea wouldn't have told you that. I know she wouldn't." Nicholas threw the pill bottle at Brian. "We both take the same medication." The two of them sat in the chairs for the next two hours chatting. Brian brought out a bottle of wine. The two laughed and Nicholas questioned Brian about the receptionist. "Is she like that with everyone?" "She's just bubbly... you are married?" Brian replied. "You could set her up with Alex." Brian gave Nicholas a look, and then said. "Yes, sure, why not?" Brian and Nicholas walked out of the office a little later talking like old pals. "Don't you have a flight to catch?" Nicholas enquired. "I gave it to one of my Attorney's to cover. It's not that important right now." Nicholas looked on in amazement. "What?" Brian asked. Major Changes Gains & Losses "Nothing. You just surprise me. I never made sacrifices like that for Patricia. Before I forget, I want you to take over my case against the FBI. Zimmerman's a fucking fool." ------- Two weeks later Brian was on a weekend long business trip to Chicago, Andrea walked into the condo, hearing unusual sounds. "Right there, yes!!" She pulled out an MP.22 that Brian had licensed for her after the incident. She pushed open the guest room door, to see her younger brother Alex being pounded into orgasmic bliss by a tall blonde man. The man's hairy ass moving up and down as he filled her younger brother, Andrea just smiled and walked out. Alex ran after his sister, sperm flowed from his cheeks. "Andrea please...." "It's okay. No worries. Just clean up after yourself like usual, and remember to stay the hell out of Brian's and my bedroom." "You knew?" "Brian and I don't keep secrets from each other, but I swear no one else knows." Alex wanted to get angry, but was distracted by the giant diamond attached to his sister's ring finger.