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Educating the Capo Ch. 01

By: kiwiwolf



What the hell was I doing here? I had asked myself the same question over and over, on the long drive into the city. As I tried to find a park for my Suburban, I couldn’t help but notice the youth and vitality on the faces of the hundreds of students all milling around aimlessly. Christ, here I was at 38 joining the student body of a small but well respected University for a late shot at a new start to life. I felt like a dinosaur. 38 isn’t old by any stretch of the imagination, but here I was, as nervous as a virgin on her wedding night, terrified by the prospect of spending the next 5 years of my life surrounded by these freshly scrubbed munchkins. What the hell was I doing here? 

Finding a park for something as big as the Suburban took a while. I noticed the crowd thinning out as I circled looking for that elusive gap. Damn, I was going to be late for my first lecture. Not a good start to my academic career. Spotting a gap, I wheeled the truck into it and switched off the engine. I sat there for a few moments watching the scurrying students as they frantically wended their way to the doors of the multistorey buildings where for the next 5 years I would try to become a man of letters. Taking a deep breath, I grabbed my beaten up old rucksack and moved to join them. 

Two minutes later I was standing outside the doors of the building which housed my first lecture hall. I knew this was the building, but had no idea where in the building I was supposed to be. My recon of the day before had been cursory to say the least, and now I was cursing myself for not having done a more thorough examination of the field of battle.

“What the hell am I doing here?” I muttered as I shifted the weight of my pack to a more comfortable spot on my shoulder.

“I ask myself the same thing every semester,” came an amused voice from behind me. “I have yet to come up with a good answer.”

The first thing that struck me about her was her height. Standing 6’3” myself, I like tall women, and this lady certainly fit the bill. She would have been about 5’11” in what looked like 3-inch heels. Working from the heels up, my eyes encountered a slim but well formed pair of ankles leading into athletic, strong, nicely curved calves, and shapely knees. I could only guess at the shape of her thighs, but from what I could see of their outline beneath the black skirt she was wearing, they would be pretty impressive. Slim hips curve into a narrow waist. Everything between her waist and her wide shoulders was guesswork due to the pile of books and papers she held clasped to her chest. A slim graceful neck led me to her face, framed by a long mane of golden blonde hair. She had a firm jawline, a small pert nose, and full lush pouting lips, enhanced with just a touch of coral lipstick. Her high cheekbones caught and led my fascinated gaze to her eyes. That is where I got stuck.

Ice blue is the only description I can come up with for this woman's eyes. They were the colour of glacier ice in the morning, when the sun first hits it. But for all that they held infinite warmth and humour. They were smiling at me as our gaze locked. The world shrank to the space around us, the air grew hotter and more humid, and I felt like a 15 year old boy facing the object of his desire for the first time. 

“You look lost.” She said. 

“Umm…er… God this is stupid. I’m sorry, I’m looking for lecture hall B32. Could you please point me in the right direction?” I finally managed to spit out.

Her laugh was musical and matched her voice. Low and throaty. “Okay, come on, I’ll show you the way. I’m heading that way myself.” With that she turned and pushed through the doors into the lecture halls. 

I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t stop what was after all, a perfectly natural male reaction on my part. I checked out her ass.

I have been an ass man all my life, and as such have very high standards. This beauty surpassed my wildest dreams. Her butt was perfection. High, firm and well rounded, her butt swayed hypnotically. I was so busy looking that I walked into the door as it swung shut. Once again cursing my juvenile antics, I yanked open the door and followed her in. She was standing just inside the door, looking back at me with a wry grin on her lovely face.

“You’ve got to keep an eye on those doors”, she said, very tongue in cheek. “They tend to close on you without warning. C’mon Cowboy, let’s get you to B32. I’m Carol Ferguson. I teach English Lit.”

Oh God… one of my courses was to be English Lit. “Glenn Barrett, and thanks for the help.”

“No problem, I was going this way anyway. Here you go.” She stopped outside a set of double doors marked B32. “Okay I’ve got to get going. Have fun and maybe I’ll see you in the faculty lounge sometime.”

“Thank you again.” I managed to blurt out before she turned and walked off down the hall. Again I took advantage of her turned head to watch her magnificent ass as she moved off. Just before she turned the corner at the end of the hall she turned and caught me staring. I was ready. I flipped her what I thought would pass for a cool salute accompanied by a rakish grin. Carol laughed, spun on her heel and disappeared around the corner. I turned and walked through the door to start my academic career.

I walked into chaos. Apparently I wasn’t the only one that was late. There was no sign of a lecturer, and the kiddies were making the best of it. Welcome Back Kotter sprang to mind immediately. Everywhere I looked in the 200 seat auditorium, there were kids milling about, singing, dancing, and generally raising hell. Crumpled balls of paper flew every which way. Music blared from a portable CD player with a small speaker set up. What the hell was I doing here?

The dress of the day seemed to be ¾ length cargo pants, hung precariously from hipbones of all shapes, sizes, and colours. Boxer shorts seemed to be the underwear of choice on both sexes as evidenced by the waistbands slung above the waistbands of the cargoes. Tank tops, and t-shirts, all with some clever, bright logo seemed to complete the dress code. Sneakers and hats appeared to be mandatory. Standing there in my faded blue jeans, denim shirt, and cowboy boots, with an old army backpack on my shoulder, I felt as old as Methuselah. Shit this was supposed to be 20th Century Literature. It looked like Rioting and Pillage 101.

And then it all stopped. Kiddies scrambled for seats, missiles stopped flying and a general hush descended on the hall. I slipped into a seat at the back and awaited further developments. It took me a few moments and a couple of puzzled looks from a few of the nearer students to realise that they had me tagged as a lecturer, more specifically their lecturer. Then it hit me. So had Carol. God I couldn’t wait to see the look on her face when I rolled up to her class… as a student.

Ten minutes later the lecturer had arrived and I was neck deep in 20th Century Literature. Thoughts of Carol Ferguson were pushed to the back of my mind for the next two hours, as I knuckled down to the business of learning. As I walked out of the building into the sunlight, I thought back on my first lecture with a sense of pride and relief. Pride that I had managed to understand the lecture, and relief that I had done a years preparation before enrolling.

I had an hour and a half before I had my next lecture… English Literature. I decided to go and grab some lunch. Grabbing a sub and a shake at an on campus sandwich bar I headed over to a nearby park and grabbed a seat under an old oak. Opening the sandwich I settled down to do some serious people watching. There was no shortage of subjects, the park slowly filling with students and faculty. I sat quietly, contentedly munching on my sandwich and watching the wildlife.

My thoughts shifted to this afternoon’s lecture, and the possibility of having Professor Ferguson as my lecturer. She would be one hell of a distraction but these things are sent to try us, was the thought that whipped through my mind. Closing my eyes I pictured her as I last saw her in the hallway of the lecture building.

Slowly the image in my mind changed. First the pile of books disappeared, and I got to see the firm swell of what looked like a magnificent pair of breasts pushing out the silk of her blouse. Slowly her jacket slid off her lovely shoulders, slipped down her arms and slid to the floor. I could see, in my minds eye, the lacy imprint of her bra through the thin silk of her blouse as her breasts thrust proudly against the material.

Slowly, one by one the buttons of her blouse worked their way through the buttonholes. Soon Carol was standing in front of me; blouse unbuttoned, and pulled out of the waistband of her skirt. The brief glimpses of what lay underneath only served to heighten my desire for this woman. Smooth, firm, tanned skin, only broken by the pure white of her bra, as it cradled her firm breasts. Still she hadn’t moved. Her clothing was deserting her of its own volition. As I watched in my imagination, the zip at the side of her skirt slowly slid floorward, and her skirt loosened. It was held in place only by the smooth swell of her hips and the firm roundness of her ass. Then as I watched, the skirt gave up its tenuous hold on her hips and floated down to join her jacket on the floor. Finally I was seeing the legs that had mesmerised me just over two hours earlier. My eyes traced their shape from her ankles, up her gorgeous calves, to her… 

THWACK! A searing pain in my forehead snapped me back to reality. My eyes shot open in time to see the Frisbee complete its arc from my head to my lap and onto the grass.

“Shit, sorry man. You okay?” An oversized bundle of cargo pants and T-shirt ambled over to collect the Frisbee.

“Yeah… no harm done man.” The kid stopped, picked up his Frisbee, flicked it back to his buddies, and ambled off again after throwing me a weird look. On reaching his friends, they got into a huddle, which resulted in all of them, throwing me a strange look. Puzzled, I checked myself out to see what the attraction was. My puzzlement didn’t last long. I had an enormous hard on. Oh shit.

“What the hell am I doing here?” Rearranging myself, I hobbled off toward the lecture halls. I may as well find the hall for my English Lit. lecture. Thankfully the trouser tentage subsided fairly quickly, and in no time I was striding it out down the halls of academia. 

Arriving five minutes early, I found a seat as near to the back of the auditorium as possible. I settled in to wait as students started to trickle in the door. By the time Carol walked in the room was full to overflowing. Walking straight to the desk on the small stage at the front of the room, Carol placed her load of books down and removed her jacket. My mind immediately flew back to my fantasy erotic encounter at lunchtime and I once again found myself sporting a raging hard on. She was truly spectacular. God… I had to concentrate. I was paying damned good money to be here, and the aim was to learn as much as possible about English Literature. Then she was into her introductory address and I had no problem concentrating.

She had a style guaranteed to keep her audience riveted. She spoke with passion and wit, and it wasn’t long before the class was immersed in the history of English literature. I looked around at the young, bright, shiny faces that surrounded me and saw wonder. This wasn’t the easy B+ class they had signed up for to keep their grade point averages up. This was going to be fun. I can honestly say that I thought about her in a sexual way no more than 5 times a minute during the duration of her lecture, and the way she looked, I think I did damned well.

With about ten minutes of lecture time to go, I was head down, furiously scratching out notes. There was a pause from the lovely Professor Ferguson so naturally I looked up… and once again found myself locked in her ice blue gaze. A small smile played at the corners of her mouth, and her eyes sparkled with mirth. This time I managed to keep my cool and shot her what I like to think was a very rakish cheeky grin. I was shocked to see her blush and quickly look away. Interesting reaction, I thought. Regaining her composure quickly, she continued with her lecture. The next ten minutes flew by, but in that time I managed to catch Carols eye on several occasions. The first few times I got the same reaction… she blushed and turned away. Then something changed. The last two times I caught her eye, she stared back in frank appraisal. And something else… I could swear I caught a hint of a challenge in her look. Defiance. Maybe it was just old-fashioned wishful thinking on my part. Anyway by the time the lecture ended I had the same old problem back again. While the multi coloured multitudes swarmed from the lecture hall, I had to sit and wait for the swelling to go down.

I was concentrating on putting my books back in my bag when I felt someone’s gaze on me. There she was, jacket back on, and carrying her armload of books once more.

“You had me believing you were on the faculty.” She said with a smile.

“No, you just assumed that based on my age I was a member of the faculty. And you know what they say… assumption is the mother of all fu… foul ups.” I corrected myself.

She laughed. “Okay then, it was my… foul up,” she said with a wicked grin. “So how did you enjoy the lecture? Are you ready to drop the class yet?”

“I think I may be able to sit through one or two more. It will be a painful mission but I think I can stick it out.” This bit of wit was rewarded with another laugh, which surprised me, as it was a weak joke at best.

My hard on was gone and I decided to take a chance and stand up. Grabbing my backpack I was ready to go. We both headed for the door in what could be described as a companionable silence. She was finished for the day and the walk to the car park was not long enough for me. We talked about the class, and what was coming up in the next few weeks. I was happy that I had done the preparation that I had. For the first time today I was relaxed.

All too soon we were at my truck, and again I felt like a schoolboy. I wanted to take her in my arms and kiss her goodbye, but logic told me that course of action might not do my grade point average any good.

“Well here we are.” She said. She looked as if she was going to say something else, but then she gave a small shake of her head, as if shaking off a dizzy spell, and the moment was gone. “I’ll see you in class tomorrow?”

“Wild horses couldn’t keep me away.” She looked at me speculatively. 

“I can see that I am going to have to keep an eye on you,” she said. “Just to make sure the transition back to school isn’t too difficult of course.”

“Of course,” I said with a laugh. “And I promise I will do my best to live up to your expectations Professor Ferguson.”

“I’m sure you won’t disappoint Glenn, and the name is Carol.”

“See you tomorrow Carol.”

“See you tomorrow Glenn.” With that she turned and walked away toward her car. I couldn’t help myself, I had to stare at her ass and was busy doing so when she turned and caught me. She knew what I had been staring at, but just threw back her head and laughed, spun on her heel and continued on. I could have sworn there was an extra wiggle in her walk.

With a happy sigh I clambered into my truck and started it up. I sat there for a few moments letting the engine idle as it warmed up, watching the departure of my fellow students, most driving junkers of one sort or another. A smile formed on my lips as I went through the day’s events in my head. Not bad first day as first days go. With a shake of my head I dropped the truck into gear and drove out of the parking lot. 

The next two weeks were a settling in experience. It took a bit of effort and a lot of patience on my part but soon I had a handle on the rhythm of the place. I could accept the difference in attitude and mindset of the bulk of my younger colleagues. They were free and easy and having the time of their lives. There were the inevitable dropouts and transfers from one class to another. Soon the classes had settled in and a pattern started to emerge in the courses. We had our class comedians, our class brains, our class fuck ups and the inevitable class know-all. 

I was still having a few problems adjusting to the study schedule I had set myself but it was getting easier. It was basically a self discipline thing that I was determined to get on top of. I was coping well with the course material in all of my classes… even Carol’s. 

Carol was true to her word… keeping an eye on me and offering daily tips on course work and study subjects. We were also doing some major flirting. I didn’t have any major hope of it going any further than just flirting but I could always dream couldn’t I? Three afternoons out of five both weeks I managed to walk her to her car at the end of her day. We would talk as we walked and then she would depart for home and I would head into the office for a few work related things. Mostly my business was self supporting and most of my administrative duties could be performed from home, but I felt better making the trip to the office daily. I was able to have time with my team rather than just pass on work instructions over the phone.

It was Monday of the second week when things changed. Walking Carol to her car was a subdued affair. Usually she was chatty and bubbly but today there appeared to be something on her mind. I wasn’t going to push so I just walked, enjoying the companionable silence. Finally she stopped and turned to look at me.

“Glenn, I want to ask you something. It’s kind of awkward but it’s been on my mind for a couple of days. So I’ll just ask… okay?”

“Sounds serious.” I said with a quizzical raise of the eyebrow. “Should I be worried?”

“No need to worry… I hope.” She said with a nervous laugh. Now she had my attention. “Would you like to have dinner with me sometime? I mean… we can go over the course a bit more thoroughly if you want. It would be a chance to go over the course work… “She was repeating herself and blushing like mad.

I was floored. This goddess was offering me a dinner date. 

“I’d love to Carol but what about the teacher student thing? Realise I’m not looking for an out here, I’m just trying to make sure this is not going to get you in trouble.” 

She gave me a devilish grin and said, “If nobody knows how could I get in trouble? Besides I’m not asking you for your hand in marriage, just to share a meal. I am great with a phone but lousy in the kitchen. I could order in some food and you could bring the wine.”

Dinner at her place? Things were going from great to fantastic.

“So you don’t cook? I’m sorry but marriage is definitely out. I’d love to have dinner with you Carol. Just name a time and place and I’ll be there with bells on.”

She grinned again. “How about tomorrow night? Is 7.30 okay with you?”

“I’ll have to check my busy social schedule but I think I can swing it.”

“Okay then… it’s a date. I’ll give you directions to my place tomorrow. It’s a bit out of the way so I’ll draw you a map.” We resumed walking to our cars the mood a lot lighter than at the beginning of our trek. Soon we were at my truck and as I clambered in she winked and said, “Til tomorrow big boy.” She winked, spun on her heel, and was gone. From my car phone I called the office and said I was going to go straight home. I was too keyed up to go into work tonight. Starting the truck I wheeled out of the parking lot and headed for home. 

I didn’t get very far. About a mile down the road I spied her. Carol was bent over under the hood of her car, an old Toyota, which was spouting steam like an active volcano. The puddle of water under the cars engine bay attested to the fact that her wheels weren’t going anywhere in a hurry.


Educating the Capo Ch. 01



As I pulled up behind her I managed to catch the tail end of a stream of words that I would be willing to bet I wouldn’t hear as part of her lectures.

“That isn’t going anywhere,” I called as I jumped down from my truck. “Can I offer you a ride?” Judging from her reaction, she can’t have heard my approach. With a half scream, half gasp she spun around, managing to bang her elbow on the edge of the hood as she did so.

“Ahh SHIT!” She presented a ludicrous picture, hopping up and down, holding her elbow, steam streaked face shining in the sun. I thought she looked gorgeous. “Damn! Don’t sneak up on a girl like that.” Then she started to giggle. It was contagious; soon we had tears rolling down our faces.

“Actually I’d love a ride,” she said as we calmed down. “I live out on Waterview Rd. though, and that’s a fair way out of town.”

“I think I can find it.” I had moved into a 200 hectare property on Waterview Rd. just two months earlier. After extensive modifications I was finally living in my dream home. Today was getting better and better. “Climb in, I’ll grab your books.”

Two minutes later we were headed out of town, Stevie Ray Vaughan providing background music for our comfortable silence. I tried my hardest to stay concentrated on my driving, but she provided a hell of a distraction. She sat turned toward me in her seat, her head back against the door pillar providing me with a hell of a view of her magnificent legs. I kept sneaking peeks at her during the drive, and was convinced I was getting away with it. She had her eyes closed and appeared to be dozing, until she shocked me out of my complacency. 

“Are you enjoying the view, Mr. Barrett. You know it is quite improper for you to be taking advantage of my relaxed attitude by ogling my legs while I pretend to sleep.” She said with mock severity.

“Damn, and I thought I was being the model of subtlety. You have my humble apologies ma’am.” I laughed. “Although, may I be so bold as to say that they are the finest specimens of the female leg, currently ogleable.” 

She groaned theatrically. “Ogleable? God you really do need English classes don’t you?” she said with a grin. The rest of the trip passed in comparative silence, each of us making the occasional comment on the day, the scenery, the car, or the music. She was so easy to get on with.

Soon we were turning into Waterview Rd, so named for the view of the lake running along the northern side of the road. The road ran fairly straight for about three miles then took a sharp turn to the left. Carol informed me that her house was just past the bend. My house was at the end of the road, on the same side, but another 5 miles or so past Carol’s place. As we neared the bend I was thinking about whether or not to tell her we were neighbours.

“I want to thank you for the ride Glenn. This must be way out of your way. You saved me from a long walk or an expensive taxi ride. I should have ditched the Toyota months ago but I just couldn’t bear to part with her. Theresa has sentimental value… or should I say had sentimental value. It looks like I’ll have to order the good stuff for dinner tomorrow night. Actually since we are heading there now do you think you might like to have dinner with me tonight?” 

“I’m free if you’re sure it won’t be any trouble. But how the hell do you get deliveries all the way out here?”

It was at this point that we started into the bend just before her house. As we came out of the curve I started to slow the Suburban in preparation for turning into her driveway. All of a sudden, Carol dived forward and across so she was now lying across the centre console with her head in my lap, and her hand gripping the inside of my thigh.

“Oh shit! Keep driving, please keep driving!”

A house that I could only assume was hers had come into view, and she had a visitor. A gleaming new BMW sat in her driveway, and a tall, powerful looking man, was leaning against the driver’s door with a face like thunder and his arms folded across his chest. I didn’t ask any questions, just slowly accelerated out of the turn and carried on down the road without appearing to pay any attention to Mr BMW. The one glance was enough to tell me a lot about the guy. He had money for one thing. The suit he was wearing was well cut and looked expensive, and the car was a 2001 Z8 with a retail tag of somewhere around the $128,000 mark. He was obviously pissed off about something, as was born out by his facial expression and attitude, and he evidently scared Carol enough to force her face down into my lap.

Not that I was complaining of course. The warmth of her face against my lap was having the same effect as my daydreaming had earlier. I prayed that she wouldn’t be offended as my dick thickened and announced its presence against her cheek. 

Checking the rearview mirror, I saw him watching as we carried on down the road. 

“Stay down. He’s watching, and I’d hate to think what his impression would be if he saw your head emerge from my lap. I’ll let you know when you can come up.”

“You are enjoying this aren’t you?” There was a touch of amusement in her voice, along with obvious stress. For some reason this guy really scared her. “Where are we going?”

“I know of a place a bit further down the road. We can go there for a while. Don’t worry, he won’t be able to get to you. But you do owe me an explanation. Also I apologise for the… umm… reaction… if you know what I mean.” What she did next shocked the hell out of me. She slid her hand up my thigh, stopping just short of my engorgement, and slowly, languorously, rubbed her cheek against my throbbing cock. I was so charged up I almost came. As it was I swerved across the road.

“You mean this?” she purred as I regained control of the vehicle. A quick check of the rearview mirror showed me that we were far enough from her house that the swerve probably wouldn’t have been detected by Mr BMW.

“Jesus Christ lady… “ I bellowed. I received a quick squeeze of the thigh and another rub from her cheek in reply, accompanied by her laugh. “Okay, you can come up now.” I told her with some reluctance; I was enjoying this.

“If I must.” She responded with an exaggerated sigh. She sat up but was careful to keep herself pretty low in the seat. This had the twin effects of keeping her out of view of Mr BMW if he was still watching, and also hiking her skirt further up her gorgeous thighs. Being only human I looked down and damned near ran off the road again. The crotch of a very lacy pair of pure white panties was visible. They contrasted beautifully with her firm tanned thighs. I wondered if her bra was a match for the panties, and also whether the tan was an all over effort.

“Do you like white?” I looked up into her smiling eyes. She made no attempt to cover herself, which I appreciated no end. This woman was driving me nuts. 

“The colour of the wrapping has never been a major factor for me. It’s always been the gift inside that has been important. But yes, white looks great on you.”

We had reached the end of Waterview Rd. Before us were the gates to my humble abode. Reaching up I pressed the button on one of two remotes attached to the sun visor, and slowed as the gates opened inward. As we drove through they closed behind us, automatically locking again. The driveway was paved and lined with trees providing a nice drive to the house, which was out of view behind a stand of mature oaks.

“Where are we?” Carol asked as we continued up the driveway.

“Somewhere safe.” Was all I would say for the moment. She took that like a trooper and again I was impressed by her calm. She had only known me for a matter of a few hours and was displaying a lot of trust in me. Mind you, she had been semi-intimate with my dick. This was a very interesting lady. She reached over and laid her hand on my thigh again letting it lie there possessively. I decided that I liked her. My dick had made that same decision days ago. I was happy that we thought alike.

The house hove into view bringing a murmur of admiration from Carol. It was a sprawling, two story, Colonial with a huge wrap around patio, and decks coming off the main rooms on the second floor. I’d bought the house a year earlier and had expanded the original homestead before moving in. My additions to an already large house had been completed in the same style as the original building. The new wing held an indoor swimming pool, a gym, and a home theatre. A hot tub had been built into the deck outside the library and was covered by a glass conservatory, which was filled with ferns from all over the world. It was my small jungle away from home. Sometimes I liked to read in the hot tub, finding it incredibly relaxing.

Pushing a button on the other remote, I slowed and waited as the garage door slid up and out of the way. I drove in, parked the car and turned off the engine. I got out and walked to the alarm keypad, punched in the deactivation code, and turned to see Carol hopping out of the passenger door. Leaving her books in the Suburban she walked around the truck and over to me, stopping a couple of feet away.

“What is this place?” she asked with a touch of unease in her voice.

“Sanctuary… shall we go inside?” I said opening the door to the house. I walked in ahead of her, and was pleased to here the click of her heels on the tiles of the entranceway as she followed me inside. Walking through to the lounge, I still couldn’t bring myself to call it the Great Room, I threw my pack onto the floor in the corner and moved to the wet bar.

“I’m guessing you could use a drink about now. What would you like? I can do most things as long as we don’t go too exotic, or if you prefer, I can get you a coffee.”

“Do you have Scotch?” she asked from just behind me. The carpet had muffled her footsteps and when I turned I found her standing no more than a foot away. She seemed more at ease now. “This is some place you have here. I saw moving trucks going down the road a couple of weeks ago. That would have been you wouldn’t it. And before that there was a building crew working somewhere down this end of the road… you again?”

“Yup… guilty as charged. How did you know it was my place? I could have been housesitting or something.” I poured her a generous measure of Glenmorangie single malt and threw in a couple of ice cubes before passing it to her and turning to fix one for myself.

“The photos on the wall. How long were you in the army?” she asked sipping her scotch.

“Eighteen years. When I left I established a little personal security firm providing bodyguards for the rich and shameless. I use only experienced men that I know personally, and it has paid off brilliantly. I do okay, and finally have enough time to do some of the things that I’ve always wanted to do.” We moved over to the French doors and out onto the patio. The day was still warm and the quiet of the semi-rural setting was relaxing. We parked ourselves in the comfortable loungers, Carol giving me another lingering glimpse of her panties as she relaxed back.

“Okay, not that I objected to what happened down the road, but what the hell was all that about. Who is that guy and why did he scare you so much?”

She sighed and gazed off into the distance for a while before she answered. “He is my husband. I’m in the middle of a pretty messy separation and I didn’t think he knew where I was. To see him parked in my driveway was a bit too much for me. That's why I did my swan dive into your lap. Mind you, that part of things wasn’t too bad at all.” She said with a grin. 

“Robert is a control freak and very possessive. It was a massive blow to his ego when I not only left him, but also left him without asking for anything. I walked out with my clothes, my car, and my books. I had my own savings and that plus an inheritance from an Uncle meant that I could afford my house. To see him here, two thousand miles from home, scared the shit out of me. It means that he knows everything about my new life.”

“Okay, as a security specialist I can help you with this. For a start you have to tell me all of it. Is he unstable? Is he violent? I need to know all about him. That can wait though. I’m damned hungry and if you are willing to risk your digestive system I think I can whip us up something to eat. What do you reckon? I also don’t think you should go home quite yet. Not until we have talked about this a bit more… Okay?”

“I’m so hungry I could eat a horse… are you sure it’s no trouble Glenn?”

“No trouble at all. I’m glad of the excuse to keep you here for a bit longer.” I replied with what I hoped passed for a lecherous grin. “Bring your drink and talk to me while I get dinner ready.” Getting up from where I was lying on the lounger I put my empty scotch glass on the ground, walked to her and held out my hand to help her up. Again she surprised me with what happened next. She reached up, grasped my hand and put her feet down on the ground… one either side of the lounger, giving me a totally unobstructed view up her skirt to the crotch of her white lace panties again. I had reached my teasing limit. With a yank I pulled her upright and wrapped her in my arms. A look of surprise flew across her beautiful face, then with a small moan she threw her arms around my neck and we were kissing.

There was nothing gentle about our first kiss. Her lips were everywhere, nibbling, sucking, and spreading under mine. She tasted like breath mints and good scotch. Her tongue flickered out between her lips, probing mine until I granted it access and probed back. Our tongues duelled first inside my mouth, then hers. I groaned deep into her mouth as her fingers flew upward and started sweeping through my hair. I was rock hard in an instant. My hair has always been an erogenous zone for me. She felt my arousal against her belly and her hips writhed against me. My hands were caressing her back through her jacket and blouse, moving slowly down to her amazing butt. Her tongue licked at my teeth and gums, and slid around the inside of my lips. Her breath was coming in rapid gasps; her breasts and hips now mashed against me.

My hands reached her ass and she threw back her head and groaned. I took the opportunity to fasten my lips to her neck and start nibbling on the soft perfumed flesh. Meanwhile my hands gently roamed the firm globes of her perfectly heart shaped ass. There was no excess flesh to be had there. It was all toned muscle. Her heels had us at about the same height, just right for kissing. A couple of seconds later I felt the angle of contact between us change as she brought up her left leg and curled it around my hip. Her tongue darted into my ear as she ground her crotch against my hip and my erect cock. I shivered as I brought my hand up and semi roughly pushed the material of her jacket and blouse down her shoulder to give my lips access to the flesh of her shoulder. She gasped and I felt her shudder as my lips closed on her soft skin and my tongue darted out to moisten her flesh. One of her hands flew down to grasp my butt, pulling me harder against her squirming crotch and she let loose with a shuddering moan, bucked twice against me and bit my ear lobe. 

Unless I missed my guess, Carol had just come. I wasn’t too far away myself and not wanting to waste the load that I had been building all day in my pants, I grabbed her more firmly by her buttocks and lifted her up off the ground. Both legs flew around my waist and her ankles locked in the small of my back. As quickly as I could I moved back into the lounge and over to the big leather couch. Gently I lowered her to the cool leather and reluctantly disengaged myself from her grip. Gazing into her eyes, I stood and slowly began removing my shirt. She looked absolutely breathtaking lying there on my couch, her skirt bunched around her waist, and her jacket and blouse askew. I kept eye contact with her the whole time. As my shirt came open I saw her eyes widen and a gasp escaped her lips. She was staring at the two large scars on my left shoulder and chest. Wordlessly she ran her fingers over them, then looked up at me and moaned again.

“Please… Glenn… fuck me baby. I want your cock… please.” As she spoke she sat up and was busy pulling her jacket off. Quickly yanking my boots and socks off, my jeans joined my shirt on the floor, followed rapidly by my boxers. My erect cock was now just inches from her face. For a heartbeat or two she stared at it mesmerised, then with a groan she grabbed my hard cock and stuffed it into her warm wet mouth. The feeling was incredible. My head flew back and I found myself with a view of the ceiling, every muscle in my body locked into rigidity. The suction in her mouth was mind blowing. I was going quietly crazy as her tongue swept up and around the shaft of my cock, as she slowly pressed forward and worked the head into her throat. There was no frenzied bobbing, just an agonisingly slow, steady downward slide as she fed my length into her throat. Only a massive amount of self-control that I didn’t know I possessed stopped me from flooding Carol’s mouth then and there. My head came forward and I found myself looking into her eyes again. They had a look of raw passion as with a small movement she buried the last inch of my cock in her throat. I was seconds away from coming when she slid her tongue out of her full mouth and tongued my scrotum, flicking at my fully loaded, swollen balls, at the same time sliding her index finger between my butt cheeks and into my anus. That did it. 

With a roar I let loose, my come leaving my cock at warp speed and rapidly filling her mouth. I watched in amazement as she shuddered and shook. I watched in awe as her cheeks ballooned as she backed off until only the head of my cock was in her mouth. She swallowed quickly and then slid her lips back down my shaft, then back up to the head. My cum jetted out of me in great gouts. I can honestly say that I have never come so hard, or in such quantity in my life. As my orgasm started to fade, Carol started to slide her lips up and down my shaft slower, her tongue laving the underside of my slowly softening cock, cleaning me of the last drops of my come. Finally with an audible pop my cock emerged from between her lips. She sat, legs spread wide, blouse partly undone, lips gleaming, hair mussed, and face flushed, softly stroking my semi hard cock.

“Thank you baby, “ she said in a soft breathless voice.

What the hell? She had just given me the most amazing blowjob in the history of the world, and she was thanking me? This woman was incredible. I sank to my knees between her widespread thighs and cupping her face in my hands brought her lips to mine. Her eyes opened wide in surprise, then wider still as my tongue slid gently into her mouth and moved slowly with hers. Then she relaxed and the gentle kiss continued for a long time.

Finally our lips separated. She pulled my head into her neck and we just held each other, she still totally clothed, me totally naked. I didn’t speak. I didn’t trust myself to make the right words come out of my mouth. I don’t think I had the words to express how I was feeling at that moment anyway. Christ if I were to be honest with myself, I didn’t know what I was feeling.

“Feed me,” she murmured against my neck. “Feed me then take me to bed and make love to me. Come on, you are going to need your energy. I’ll help, even though I am the world’s worst cook and hate the very idea of cooking.”

Slowly we disengaged and got to our feet.

“I feel a bit overdressed. Do you mind if I lose some of these clothes baby?” she said with an evil grin.

“Feel free to make yourself comfortable.” I croaked through a throat suddenly gone dry. “Dress is optional for dining here.” At last I was going to see the rest of this beautiful woman.

Slowly she unbuttoned the rest of her blouse. As I had hoped, the lingerie was a matching set, and from what I could see, I suspected that the tan was all over. Her breasts were incredible. Smooth beautiful mounds that looked as if they were struggling to escape the confines of her bra. Her cleavage was deep and I longed to explore there with my hands and lips. Through the lace panels of the cups, I could see her nipples, a deep pink and the coral colour of the surrounding aureoles. I dragged my eyes back to her face. She smiled and licked her lips. As I watched, Carol reached behind her and unzipped her skirt. With a small wiggle of her hips it floated to the floor, joining the combined pile of her clothing and mine. She showed no sign of self-consciousness as she slowly turned to give me a look at her ass. Her lacy white panties were a G-string, cut high at the waist, with a wider than normal band which tapered into an inch wide strip that neatly bisected the firm tanned cheeks of her luscious ass. My cock started to harden once more.




Educating the Capo Ch. 01



“Easy Tiger. I expect to be fed first. Although you don’t have to worry about dessert… I’ve had mine, and I’m pretty sure I can find some more if I look hard enough.” She said with a giggle. I dragged my boxers back on, pulled her into my arms and kissed her then led her to the kitchen. 

It didn’t take long to confirm that she was telling the truth about her cooking ability. She was diabolical. In the end I shooed her out of the kitchen telling her to get us both something to drink. She sat at the breakfast bar wearing nothing but her underwear and heels chatting while I got dinner ready. Using some cold left over chicken, some mushrooms, garlic and cream, I whipped up an Alfredo style sauce as she chatted on about teaching at University. God it was refreshing. A real conversation which never once touched on security issues, weapons, or tales of military daring do. I was enthralled as she gave up anecdote after anecdote about her experiences as a teacher. As I put the fettuccine on to boil, she hopped down from her stool and came around to kiss me again. The feel of her warm, firm breasts against my chest had me rising to the occasion again. Reaching down she gave my cock a quick stroke and a squeeze. 

“Feed me…”

Dinner was a friendly affair, eaten at the breakfast bar and washed down with a bottle of Pinot Noir from New Zealand. Sitting side by side we had ample opportunity to caress and stroke each other. Neither of us held back and at one stage we found ourselves locked in a passionate embrace. Eventually we were finished. Taking the rest of the wine we moved through to the lounge and sank into the comfort of the couch. We sat in comfortable silence for a while before Carol stirred and turned toward me.

“Is your hot tub working?”

“It sure is. Shall we partake fair maiden?” 

“Certainly my dear sir, but I fear I have neglected to bring a costume,” she replied in mock anguish. “Whatever shall I wear?”

“I’m sure we can come to some arrangement,” I said with a leer. We walked hand in hand to the conservatory. Carol seemed fascinated by the ferns. As I stripped off the cover of the hot tub she wandered around looking at the plants. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I was sure that I wouldn’t be able to take my eyes off her even if she was fully dressed. I turned on the lights in the tub and checked the temperature. It was on a timer, which switched the heater on to bring the water to the perfect temperature by the time I got home.

I stood and watched Carol as she walked around the glass room. Finally she looked up. The setting sun was behind her and the effect of the waning light was beautiful. The combination of her brown skin, the contrasting pure white lingerie, the greenery of my fern garden, and the reds, oranges, and golds of the setting sun were breathtaking.

“My God… you are gorgeous. I have never seen anything as beautiful in my life.” I told her with obvious sincerity. She blushed prettily, walked to me, wrapped her arms around my waist and gently kissed me.

“Thank you.” She said again.

“No, thank you.” I told her softly. “Shall we get wet?”

“You will have to help me out of these things. Will that be a problem?” She looked at me with a passion I was starting to expect from her, but one that was still surprising and a little shocking. This was my English Lit. teacher for Gods sake.

“It will be my immense pleasure Carol. Do you mind if I take these off?” I asked, indicating my boxers, which were becoming tighter by the second.

“If you don’t I’ll chew them off!” she deadpanned. “Here let me help you.”

In seconds my boxers were around my ankles and my hard cock was in her hand. She grinned at my moan of appreciation. “C’mon stud… get me out of these things, then we can get wet.”

“Your wish is my command, my sweet.”

Stepping out of my boxers I pulled her to me. With my hands on her hips I pulled her close, feeling her breasts flatten slightly against my chest. My hands slid around to cup and caress her hot smooth buttocks as our lips met again, tongues entwining, seeking, and probing. Carol started to grind her mound against me as I slid my thumbs under the band of her G-string, only stopping as I started to slide the garment down over the gentle swell of her hips. I followed the small scrap of white lace down, kissing a trail from her chin to her navel as I went. She tensed up as I approached the upper swells of her breasts, and moaned as I gently licked her deep warm cleavage. Her bra was an obstacle that I would deal with soon I decided as I slipped her G-string down and off.

Her stomach was a warm plane of firm flesh, with a well-defined layer of muscle lying just below the surface. It was obvious that this lady worked out. She could have been the poster child for good healthy living. My tongue painted its trail to her navel and she shuddered and gripped my long hair to pull me tighter against her as her legs parted anticipating my tongues final destination. 

I could now smell her sweet, slightly musky scent as I neared her mound. Apart from a thin strip of blonde hair above her clit she was clean shaven. I gazed in delight at her beautiful pussy. Her outer lips were swollen and open like the petals on a rose, the inner lips a deep red and also swollen with arousal. Her lubrication was flowing freely… as I watched a drop slid slowly down the inside of her thigh. Slowly I leaned in towards her and very gently blew on her pussy. She flinched and moaned, and I felt a shudder go through her. Still cupping and kneading her ass, I blew again this time a little harder, eliciting another moan.

“Oh fuck Glenn… Lick me baby… please…” she moaned. Her fingers were alternately gripping, then sliding through, my hair. My arousal was growing by the second. My cock was harder than I could ever remember it being as this magnificent woman slowly climbed the slope towards her climax. Blowing again, this time directly on her protruding erect clit, I moved my hands around to the inside of her thighs. I looked up into her eyes as I used my thumbs to spread her wet lips apart, then with our gazes locked I speared my tongue forward and into her wet folds. Her head flew back as I started to sweep my tongue the length of her outer lips, stopping just short of her clit each stroke. With each sweep my tongue reached deeper into her hot pussy, scooping her juices into my mouth where I savoured the taste of her; sweet and thick.

Carols breath was now coming in short frantic gasps, and her fingers were entwined in my hair, pulling my face tight against her cunt. Her right leg came up and draped over my left shoulder, her calf wrapping over my upper back and pulling me in closer still. I brought one hand back to cup her ass as my other kept her pussy lips open. As I licked, I slid my fingers between her buttocks and trailed them up and down her crack from her pussy to her asshole. Feeling this she squatted slightly to open herself for me. My index finger circled her puckered ring then trailed to her pussy to dip inside and collect some lubrication, then back to spread it around her anus, then back for some more of her juice. Her wetness was now flowing down my chin, as my finger circled her asshole. Her moans were louder and her body was tensing as my tongue swept closer to then around her clit. She was a heartbeat away from coming when I zeroed in on her clit, suddenly flicking at it with the entire length of my flattened tongue. At the same time, mimicking her earlier actions, I slid my circling finger into the tight ring of her anus.

She bucked, then exploded. Her scream echoed around the conservatory as her body convulsed, her hips thrashing back ad forward, nearly dislodging my mouth from its hold on her pussy. Her juices free flowed into my mouth and I had to swallow, the quantity was so great. Her head and upper torso whipped forward and I felt the curtain of her long hair whip across my upper back as her leg came down to the floor to regain her balance. The hard ring of her sphincter muscle clamped down on my finger as a new round of convulsions gripped her and sent her body into another series of contortions.

My tongue slowed its pressure as I felt her climax begin to slow. I slid my finger slowly and gently from her ass, and lifted my mouth from her pussy, placing kisses on the insides of her legs and on her still convulsing stomach. I stood and wrapped my arms around her as she shuddered through the last of her orgasm. My erect cock thrust between her thighs and rubbed against her wet lips as I held her, bringing on another mini orgasm, and forcing a moan from her beautiful lips.

We stood like that for a few minutes not speaking, just soaking up the feeling of contentment. With a start I realised I had never felt this comfortable around a woman this early in a relationship. But was it a relationship? I had only known this woman for a matter of a few weeks and here I was, the ultimate loner, already thinking in terms of a long-term thing. I wanted this incredible woman to be an integral part of my life. “Go slowly man.” I mentally cautioned myself. I stroked her hair as her head lay against my shoulder and her breathing returned to normal.

Raising her head she looked deep into my eyes and slowly kissed me. Her kiss was deep and full of feeling. Still without saying a word she stepped back, and looking deep into my eyes she reached behind her and unclipped her bra. The straps slipped down her shoulders as she held the cups to her beautiful breasts. For the first time since I had known her I saw a trace of uncertainty and nervousness in her eyes. Taking a deep breath she pulled her bra off and stood, arms at her sides fidgeting. All of her poise had left her. I couldn’t understand until I looked down to her breasts.

On the outer slope of her left breast was a two inch jagged white scar, which angled in toward her nipple. It was a tiny imperfection, which marred what I considered to be a perfect pair of breasts. Sitting high, firm and round on her chest they were large, beautifully proportioned without being huge. Her nipples were hard pink nubs about the size of the top joint of my index finger, and surrounded by coral pink aureole. There was no sag at all.

I raised my eyes to hers once more, and stepping forward I reached up and cupped her heavy mounds, my fingers seeking out and tracing her scar as I leaned in to kiss her gently.

“You have gorgeous breasts honey.” I said gently as we came up for air. My fingers continued to caress her scar as I spoke. “One day you can tell me about it if you want, but it would take a lot more than a little scar to mar your beauty. Shall we get wet?” Wordlessly she drew my head in against her chest. My lips traced her scar as I felt her body shudder as she sobbed quietly.

Her sobbing slowed then stopped. I gave her a few moments to compose herself then kissed my way up to her mouth and kissed her lips gently.

“Hot tub time. Would you like another drink?” I asked her.

“I think I could handle another.” She replied with a tremulous grin. “I’ll keep the water warm for you while you get the booze.” 

I took a few extra moments to get the drinks together, figuring this would give her time to compose herself. Her reaction had surprised me and I was at a loss to what I should do. I didn’t want to pry but naturally I wanted to know if I had done anything wrong. As I carried the drinks out to the hot tub, I decided to let it lie. If she wanted to talk about it, she would.

The sight that greeted me when I walked into the conservatory was almost enough to give me another hard on. I stopped and just stood in the doorway soaking up the vision before me. 

Carol was lying back in the tub, her hair floating in the neck deep water, and her arms spread along the top of the tub. The rest of her lovely body floated, gently moving in the ripples caused by the slow rhythmic kicking of her long legs. Her hard round breasts sat proud above the waterline, her nipples hard, caused either by the cooling breeze coming from the open door or arousal. I didn’t care which; I just admired the view. Her eyes were closed and she had a peaceful smile on her beautiful face. I just stood and watched.

“Are you going to stand there all day?” she asked without opening her eyes. Smiling I moved to the pool and climbed in next to her. She opened her eyes as I sat down and swung her legs over so that she was sitting sideways on my lap with her arm around my shoulder. Her left breast pressed against my chest. “So is this typical of your first dates?” she quipped.

“I haven’t had a date for about 3 and a half years,” I laughed. “So I really couldn’t tell you what the norm is. Before that I was in a 5 year long relationship, so I guess it has been about 8 ½ years since I was on a date. But then could you really call this a date?”

She laughed. “Are you trying to tell me that this thing hasn’t had any work for the last 3 ½ years?” she said reaching between her legs to grasp my semi-erect cock. 

“Yup, I just never found anyone who I thought I would like to introduce to it. Besides I have very high standards. I’m still not sure if you’ll measure up but I’m willing to conduct a more thorough evaluation later on if you like.”

She gave my cock a very firm squeeze and threw an evil grin my way. “Careful buster. Remember that at this moment I have the power to adjust your gender quite radically. And from the way you were grunting and groaning while I had your cock in my mouth, I don’t see you having too many complaints.”

“Drink your drink.” I laughed. We sat, sipping on good Scotch and watching the last of the sunset. As the darkness set in the automatic timer activated and soft lighting on the deck kicked in, maintaining the twilight atmosphere. I was really enjoying the fact that we didn’t need to talk to feel comfortable. Soon I felt the beginning of the “pruning” effect of the water on my fingers, and I knew it was time to vacate the tub.

“Wait here and I’ll get us a couple of bathrobes.” I told her as I clambered out and headed inside. A quick trip to the master bathroom gave me what I was after. As I stepped back out onto the deck, I caught a flash of movement out of the corner of my eye. There was someone in the treeline. With what had happened on the way home I was not going to take any chances. Dropping the bathrobes on the deck, I whirled and dashed back into the house. I quickly grabbed my 9mm Barretta from the library desk drawer and was back out on the deck in less than 30 seconds. My sudden movements had evidently been enough to throw a scare into whoever my visitor was. I heard crashing and saw a shadowy figure burst out of the trees further down the driveway, then head out at full speed for the road. I thought briefly about chasing him, but decided against it. I picked up the robes and pushed the Barretta into the folds of mine. Too late.

“Okay Action Man, what was that all about?” She was standing behind me beautifully naked and still dripping water. “I saw you race inside then come out with a gun. What’s going on?” She stopped as realisation swept over her, then gave a small moan. “Oh God no. It was my husband wasn’t it? Oh shit… why can’t he leave me alone?”



Educating the Capo Ch. 02



I wrapped the bathrobe around her and led her into the house. This had all of a sudden become a real security issue, so I led her into the library, which doubled as my office. I sat her down on the leather couch opposite my desk, and quickly poured her another scotch, which she took with trembling hands. The tears were flowing freely now and I sat and watched as she sobbed silently. Loath as I was to disturb her I had to get a couple of quick answers from her before I could proceed.

“Honey, I don’t know who it was but yes, it could have been your husband. At this stage I’m not going to take any chances. Carol I need to know before I carry on… do you want the police to handle this?” A quick shake of her head in the negative decided me on my course of action. Picking up the phone I dialled a number from memory.

“Salvatore.” Came the simple greeting from the other end of the line.

“Manny I need you to do a job for me. I’m sorry about the short notice but this has just come up. I need you to pick up Simon and get on out to my road. Just past the bend is a white A frame with a brown picket fence and a cobbled short driveway, rose garden down the left side of the drive. You know the one? Okay drop Simon there and get your butt down to my place pronto. Call me from your car when you have Simon… and Manny… bring hardware.”

“No problem boss… see you in 20.”

Turning to Carol I could see the crying was almost finished. 

“I am so sorry.” She said and started to tear up again. I felt so much sympathy for this lovely woman, but right now I needed to know what potential danger we were dealing with.

“Honey, I’m sorry but I need to know all you can tell me about your husband, in as short a time possible. I have two of my guys on the way out here now and I have to know if I am sending them into danger. Is he dangerous?”

Taking a deep breath she started talking. ”Robert is a mid level lieutenant in the Pastorelli crime family. Yes he is dangerous. I am sure that he has killed before as some of his mutts referred to him a couple of times as a “made man”. He carries a Glock 17 all the time and knows how to use it. He’s also a very competent martial artist.”

As she finished speaking the phone rang. It was Manny and he had Simon with him. I quickly related Carol’s information to them and warned them to be careful.

“So do you want us to grab him boss or what?” was Manny’s only question. Shit… what did I want them to do? No matter who you are, you can’t just snatch someone from the streets. Snap decision time… 

“Just keep an eye on him. I need to know what he is up to and where he goes. Tell Simon to keep a tail on him and to phone in every half-hour. If possible I don’t want you spotted. Then come out here Manny, I’ve got a special body guarding job for you.”

“Gotcha boss. Be there in ten.” I hung up and turned to Carol. She was sitting there looking very nervous and scared. There was a touch of something else in her expression but I decided to explore that later.

“Okay baby,” I said to her. “The whys and wherefores don’t matter at the moment. What matters is that you are safe here. This place is fully alarmed and covered by closed circuit television monitoring. I have contact with my guys and I have weapons in the place. This is what I do for a living and I am damned good at it okay? I’m going to need to know as much as possible about this guy, but you can do that in your own time. Right now I just want you to relax as much as possible and trust me.” Looking down I realised how ridiculous I must look. I was stark naked swearing my protection to this lady, dick swinging in the breeze as I did so.

“C’mon, I need to get dressed, and I’d like you to stick as close to me as possible until Manny gets here.”

To my surprise she shot me a wan smile. “A lame excuse to get me into your bedroom. You only have to ask you know.” She got shakily to her feet and followed me up the curving staircase to my bedroom. Quickly I clambered into a pair of comfortable old jeans, an Army shirt left over from the days way back when and a pair of Rockport hiking boots. Before pulling on my padded vest, I slipped on my shoulder holster and holstered my Barretta. Two spare mags went into pouches under my right arm. All up I had 46 rounds to burn if you included the one already in the chamber. When I turned to her she was sitting on the bed gaping at me in wide-eyed amazement. I flushed in embarrassment, once again feeling like that 15 year old schoolboy. It must have looked to her like I was getting ready for World War 3. Then I remembered her comment about what her ex would be likely to be carrying.

“You know your guns baby. Have you had any training?”

“Robert talked me into taking a pistol class in New Jersey. I didn’t want to but he insisted. Then when I got used to them I found that I was actually pretty good, and I started enjoying it. I ended up buying my own pistol just before I left him.”

“Carol, if anything happens tonight, I want you to get down low and stay down. Try to get behind something solid and stay below the level of the windows. Do not get up unless I call you by name and identify myself. Do you understand?” She nodded nervously. Quickly I rummaged through my walk in wardrobe and came up with an old pair of sweats and a T-shirt that I had grown out of. As she pulled them on over her nakedness, I heard a car pull into the driveway. It had to be Manny. “Come down to the library when you are ready okay honey?”

“Glenn… thank you.” I shushed her with a kiss and a grin then turned and went down to meet Manny.

As expected Manny was in the library helping himself to a Coke from my bar fridge. The man was built like a brick with eyeballs. Equal in height to me at 6 foot 3 inches, but at 245, he outweighed me by about 20 pounds and it was all muscle. However for all his bulk, he could move like a cut cat when necessary. He had been with me since our Army days, and was someone I could, and sometimes did, trust my life to.

Quickly I ran the situation down to him. The news of who we were possibly up against warranted only a slightly raised eyebrow. As I finished my briefing the phone rang. It was Simon. The chicken had apparently flown the coop. There was apparently no sign of Robert or his car. After a quick consultation with Manny I decided to call Simon in. Leaving him at Carols was a redundancy I couldn’t afford. I had the feeling that he would serve a better purpose with us tonight. Before he rang off he told me that the house was a glazier’s wet dream. Every window in the place was smashed. After telling him I would send Manny to pick him up, I rang off and was turning to talk to Manny when I heard him gasp.

“Holy mother of God!” he spluttered. Carol was coming down the stairs in my T-shirt and sweats. They were baggy on her as I expected, but the curves of her spectacular body still managed to announce their presence through the material. I thought that in the short time I had known her; she had never looked so sexy. Her long mane of hair was tousled but she had obviously made an effort to wrestle it into some semblance of order. She smiled tremulously at me and came to me wrapping her arms around my waist and kissing me gently before turning to Manny.

“Manny, this is Carol Ferguson…she is my English Lit professor at Uni. Carol, this is a good friend of mine Manny Salvatore. Manny is going to be helping us figure out what the hell is going on. Also with a little luck we may be able to solve the problem of your ex. I have got another guy down at your place at the moment, and I’m afraid I have good news and bad news for you.” She looked expectantly and resignedly at me as I continued. ”There is no sign of your ex, but he left you a little reminder of his call. Every window in your place is smashed. I think there is no doubt now that it was your husband who paid us a visit tonight.”

To our surprise Carol laughed. “Robert always was an expressive soul. It’s great to meet you Manny. I suppose if I told you that I was here to tutor Glenn, you wouldn’t buy it?”

“Actually Carol I would buy that. I’ve known him a lot of years now and you could never accuse him of being the brightest bulb in the chandelier. So yeah I can believe that. He probably needs a tutorial on how to get to class.” he laughed. “Anyway I’m going to get down to pick up Simon. We will take a slow cruise up and down the road before we come back so should be about 30 minutes or so, okay?”

After he left I set the alarms and walked back into the library. Carol was mixing another drink. She looked up when I walked in and smiled a sad smile.

“I am so sorry to drag you into this Glenn.”

“I’m not.” I told her honestly. “I may be getting ahead of myself here, but I would like to be a part of your life, and I figure that this is probably the biggest problem that could come up for us. I’d rather face it now than have to deal with it further down the road.” I stopped as her eyes filled with tears again.

“I feel the same way, but there are things that you need to know. And when you find out about me, you might not want to have me around.” she sobbed.

“Try me,” was all I said.

She took her drink across to the couch and sat. Her head was down as she contemplated her drink, then started to speak. I sat in the armchair opposite her and listened in rapt fascination as her story unfolded.

“As I told you, my husband is a lieutenant in the mob. He was in charge of a couple of numbers games and a couple of brothels. That is where I met him. I was a hooker in a high class New York whore house.” Her head stayed down as she paused. “I was studying for my PhD. And had run out of money. All I wanted was to get through my doctorate, and get into teaching. It was a means to an end. It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. The clients rented my body for a period of time, but they never got near my mind or my heart. I did it the right way, socking away as much money as I could, picking and choosing my clients, and totally avoiding two of the most common traps in the game. Drugs, and falling for a client.” 

She still hadn’t looked up. Her voice was a dead monotone, and my heart went out to this magnificent woman. Instinctively I stayed where I was and kept my mouth shut. I had to let her finish in her own time.

“Along came Robert. He used to come and do inspection tours of the place, and every time he came in he made a point of talking to me. Soon he would come in for no reason except to talk to me, and when he asked me out for the first time, I couldn’t see the harm in saying yes. We dated for ages before he even made a move on me, and by then I was falling for him. The short story is, we married, and I stopped working, finished my degree, and started to look for work teaching. That’s where things turned to shit. No wife of his was going to work. We fought about it, and that’s where I first saw his love for violence. The scar on my breast is from him. He cut me with a broken glass when I refused to give up looking for teaching jobs. He told me he would kill me if I ever tried to leave him, and that’s when I knew I had to get out. I left one night when he was out with the boys and made it as far as Miami. I couldn’t find work there and ended up back in a whorehouse working to get enough money to build a life. It didn’t take him long to track me to there, and I got out just ahead of him thanks to a warning from the manager of the house. Fifteen months ago I ended up here, got a job, and bought my house. I was determined not to run any more. Everything was going great until tonight. And now I’ve dragged you into this. I understand that you probably don't want to have anything more to do with me, so if you could give me a ride into town, I’ll get a room at a hotel and deal with this somehow.” With a deep breath she swallowed the rest of her drink and started to get up. I met her when she was coming erect and gathered her into my arms, gently folding her head in against my shoulder.

She stiffened up but allowed me to hold her.

“If it’s okay with you, I’d like to make up my own mind about what to do about this. What do you usually eat for breakfast? Also would you mind if I went down to your house and got your clothing and brought it back here? I want you to stick around until we have this Robert problem sorted out, then for a safety period of about 50 to 60 years… just to make sure, you understand. Carol I don’t care what you did in your past. I mean that sincerely. Everyone has a past. Some good, some bad. You did what you had to do. I mean what I said. I want to be a part of your life.”

Her head came up and she looked at me with disbelief. She started to protest, and the only way I could shut her up was to kiss her. Slowly her resistance melted as she sank against my chest and moaned into my mouth. Her arms came up and around my neck and she pressed herself against me, tongue working its way into my mouth. For all that it was a gentle, loving kiss. One filled with promise and warmth. I didn’t know where this was going to head but I was looking forward to the journey.

“Jesus, leave them alone for half an hour and look what happens.” Came Manny’s voice from the doorway. He had his own alarm code and keys. Carol and I looked up with a start to see him and Simon in the doorway, both wearing mile wide grins. “Don’t tell me, let me guess. You are tutoring him in the intricacies of student-faculty relations.”

Simon was wearing an “Oh my God, who is that?” look on his face. He had been with me for about 5 years, and always worked with Manny. They complimented each other perfectly. Simon was a 5 foot 10 black man who had the build of a swimmer. Whereas Manny was an instinctive operator, Simon tended to nut things out before acting. 

“So this is our new client.” He said very matter of factly. “Hi I’m Simon. I hope the boss is taking good care of you. He doesn’t have very good interpersonal skills when it comes to clients, so if you have any complaints about his attitude or the care you are getting, please don’t hesitate to get hold of me.” 

Carol grinned and replied, “I’ll be sure to let you know, but so far I have no complaints with the service I have been receiving from Glenn. Now you will have to excuse me. I feel the need for a good strong coffee. Can I get anyone else anything?” Coffee all round was the order of the day. We watched as she walked through top the kitchen to try to locate the coffee making apparatus. My sweats had never looked so good; a sentiment I think was shared by my colleagues. 

“Jesus Christ man… you go to University for your first day and come home with the hottest looking lady around. Is it your cologne? What’s your secret? Celibate one day, shacked up with Aphrodite the next.” Simon saw himself as the guardian of my emotional well being. Since the break-up of my last relationship he had been constantly springing women on me in a series of ill-fated blind dates. The mile wide grin he was wearing indicated he approved of my apparent change in status.

“Okay guys, let’s get down to business. Glenn, like it or not, you have all of a sudden become a client of your own firm. You are our new principal. We will accept your input to a certain extent but you will not interfere in the way we run this job. Understood?” Manny was right. I was too close to the problem, and that made for a dangerous situation. It would be damned hard letting go of this one but it had to be done.

“Fair enough. How do you want to run this?”

“First off, I want Carol staying here until we have this sorted. I want you to be carrying on a 24-hour basis. I’m not sure about whether either of you should go to Uni tomorrow either. I know this is only supposition at this stage, and we may be over reacting to the situation, but I would rather be over dressed than naked if the shit hits the fan. I want you two to get some rest tonight. Simon and I will be lurking around here keeping an eye on things, so you just concentrate on getting some sleep.”

“Yeah right,” came the laconic muttering from Simon. “I’ve got a better idea. Boss, you patrol the area and I’ll supervise the lady’s sleep. What d’ya reckon Glenn?”

“That’s one of the nicest offers I have heard in a long time Simon, but in the interests of continuity, I think I had better stick with Glenn.” Carol was standing in the doorway with a tray holding four steaming mugs of coffee, a sugar bowl, and a milk jug. “Coffee gentlemen?”

The next twenty minutes were spent sorting out the logistics of the next couple of days. Manny had ties to the NJPD so he jumped on the phone and spent time talking to a friend on the Organised Crime Squad. We needed all the info we could get on Mr. Robert Taglioni. In a matter of minutes the fax in my office was spitting out sheets of paper left, right, and centre. I suddenly felt drained. A mind numbing energy sapping tiredness swept over me. Looking over at Carol I could see she was experiencing the same as me. A couple of yawns were all it took for Manny to get the hint, and he drew the briefing to a close. Goodnights were said and Carol and I headed up the stairs to bed. 

There was never any question about the sleeping arrangements, but by the time we were ready to get into bed, sleep was the only thing we were capable of. There was a small holdall sitting in the middle of the bed. Simon had obviously taken it upon himself to grab her some clothing before Manny picked him up. After a gentle kiss, Carol headed for the master bathroom to change, while I went through my nightly ritual; namely ripping off my clothes and dropping them in a pile at the foot of the bed. The Barretta went onto the bedside table, well within reach, and the spare mags went into the top drawer. After switching off the main lights, I turned on the bedside lamps and climbed into bed to wait for Carol.

She was worth the wait, as I knew she would be. Obviously Carol wasn’t a believer in long fluffy nighties. She wore a tiny black fluted silk G-string while a matching black camisole struggled to contain her gorgeous breasts. My cock started to twitch at the sight of her.

“Down boy,” she giggled as she climbed into bed beside me. “I’m pretty sure we’ll have time for that in the near future. Could you just hold me tonight?”

“No problems baby. Just snuggle up and get some shut eye.” She did just that moving into my arms and resting her head on my chest with one leg thrown over mine. Her head came up for one last lingering kiss, then as she settled down again I reached across and turned off the lamps with the button on the bedside console.

“Two eggs, poached lightly, bacon, toast, coffee and juice.” Came the sleepily mumbled answer to my earlier question. “G’night baby”

I held her, just listening to her breathing; feeling her breath against my chest; the rise and fall of her chest as she slipped into sleep. I thought about the events of the day; the lovemaking and the feelings that I had already developed for this wondrous woman; the prowler and the smashed windows at Carols house; finally Carols “confession” about her past. This last development gave me a lot of cause for contemplation. I had no problem with what she used to do. As I told her earlier, everybody has a past. The problem was, convincing her that I had no problem with it. From her demeanour earlier I knew she had worries about my reaction to her revelation. 

My internal alarm clock woke me at 5.30 as per usual. Everything came back in a big rush, the curtain of hair spread across my chest merely confirming that yesterday was not merely a fantastic dream. Slowly and carefully I slipped out of bed without waking her, pulled on a pair of running shorts and headed down to the kitchen to start the day right. Ten minutes later I was sipping on a hot cup of Irish Cream flavoured coffee, and talking to Manny and Simon. The night had indeed been uneventful with no more visits from our boy. After a quick discussion on how we would proceed they decided to bunk down at my place. Simon would go back into town and get clothes for both of them while Manny would come with Carol and me to her house. We decided that Carol should not go into work today. With Simon gone and Manny asleep in the guestroom, I got to work on breakfast.




Educating the Capo Ch. 02



I woke her at 6.30 with a tray of food and a kiss. She was instantly awake although the rumpled sleepy look and morning voice stayed with her for a while. Her arms went around me and pulled me down to turn a friendly kiss into one loaded with promise. Yeah… I could definitely get used to this.

We ate breakfast sitting on the bed. As the meal progressed I could sense a growing tension in her. It was becoming uncomfortable when I finally clicked to what was up.

“Carol, when I said I don’t care what you used to do, I meant it. And I stick by that.” One glance at her face told me I was bang on the money. “Honey I’m a pretty simple guy. I have a set of rules that I live by. Call it my personal philosophy. Rule number one is not to be judgemental. Everyone has reasons for what they do, and it isn’t my job to decide the right or wrong of people’s decisions. What you did hurt no one and to be perfectly frank if it wasn’t for your job, I wouldn’t have met you. It is part of your past and shouldn’t get in the way of your present or future. I live my philosophy baby and when I say it doesn’t matter, it doesn’t. Alright?”

Without a word Carol leaned over and placed her tray on the bedside table. When she turned back to me there were tears in her eyes. Her hand came up and softly stroked the side of my face, her hand rasping over my morning growth of bristles. Then cupping the back of my head, she pulled my lips to hers.

Her hands flitted softly across my face, stroking as she rained small wet kisses on my lips. Without a word she pulled me down beside her. I dimly remember hearing the other breakfast tray thump to the floor. Our bodies slid together slowly, her hard nipples like small pebbles against my chest through the slippery fabric of her camisole. Our kiss increased in intensity; still soft and gentle but with a growing sense of urgency and passion. Her tongue slipping into my mouth to do battle with mine, to sweep around the inside of my mouth and lips. Her teeth nipping at my bottom lip, chewing softly.

My hands roamed the firm muscles of her back pulling her in closer to me. The heat coming off this woman was incredible. Everywhere our bodies touched I could feel it, radiating out from her internal furnace. She moaned into my mouth, and at the same time her fingernails dug into the skin of my back. Her hips surged forward shoving the mound of her pussy against my growing cock. That was enough for me. All self control left me. Rolling her over onto her back I reared up over her. Gripping the neckline of her camisole in both hands I tore it down the middle and off her body. Fuck it… I could buy her another.

“Glenn… fuck me baby…I want you inside me.” She moaned bringing her heels up and locking them behind the small of my back. “Make me come baby.” With that she started to grind her crotch against the growing bulge in my shorts. She pulled my head down to her magnificent breasts, feeding me her nipple and groaned as my hand came up to cup her other breast. Soon my boxers joined the wreckage of her camisole on the floor. The time for finesse was over. We both wanted the same thing and wanted it quick.

Moving up to kneel between her spread legs I looked down at the gorgeous sight that lay before. Our eyes met and held as Carol reached down and took my rock hard cock in her hand. I moaned and jerked as her warm hand pulled me closer to her wet pussy. Then the head of my cock was nuzzling against the soft, wet, silken folds of her pussy. Our breath caught in our throats simultaneously. Then with a moan I sank into her in one slow, long, steady, thrust.

“Oh God Glenn!” Her legs came up and wrapped around my waist as I flopped forward into the press up position, her nipples grazing my chest as her back arched throwing her breasts forward. Her hands came up and buried themselves in my hair as I bottomed out in her sweet cunt.

Sliding into Carol was an exquisite agony. Her pussy clamped down on my cock with velvet vice like grip. She was hot and incredibly slick. As I slowly slid my cock back out of her she moaned and I felt her pussy ripple along the length of my erection. I paused at the entrance of her hot pussy then as I slid forward and into her again she groaned, grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my mouth to hers. Her tongue darted into my mouth as I started a slow steady thrusting rhythm, her cunt seeming to suck me in deeper on every thrust. I was in my own personal Nirvana. As our kiss intensified in passion my pace inside her quickened. Soon I was slamming into her body with every thrust; our hips slapping together with a sharp wet sound. Her fingers were going crazy in my hair as she arched her back again to drag her nipples across my sweaty chest. I was so close to cumming I slowed my pace wanting to prolong this incredible experience. 

Carol moaned in protest and thrust back against me harder. It was obvious that she was close as well. As I slid deep inside her I swivelled my pelvis to put a corkscrew motion into my thrust. This grazed her clit at all sorts of different angles and soon she was rocketing towards her peak. Her groans and gasps changed to a high pitched moan that escalated in volume as she neared her orgasm. There was no way in hell that I was going to be able to hold off any longer.

My strokes shortened and the force increased as I neared my climax. Pulling my mouth from hers I looked down into her eyes and watched as she slid quickly into her orgasm. My God! What an event to witness.

Carol went rigid, her breathing stopped and her eyes slitted until I could only just make out her pupils through her lashes. This held for a heartbeat. Then she exploded into motion as I withdrew until just the head of my cock was still inside her and then slammed back into her for the final time as I dropped over the lip of the chasm into orgasm.

I felt it first in the grip her pussy still had on my cock. Her slick walls undulated and pulsed up and down the length of my buried hard on, sucking on me, gripping then relaxing on my shaft. Her hips bucked, once… twice… then exploded into a thrashing blur, her breasts quivering, the nipples hard and deep pink. Her beautiful face contorted as her head thrashed from side to side, her hair flying on the pillow. A hot wetness flooded my cock and balls and soaked the sheets beneath us. All this I noticed as my own orgasm roared through me with the momentum of a freight train.

My muscles locked up burying me further in Carol’s silken depths, and I started to shake like a man with the DTs, as my balls emptied themselves in a series of gut wrenching, steady, molten, jets. My mouth opened as I gasped for air, and the tendons in my neck knotted and stood out as I grunted my way through my orgasm. The force of my climax surprised both of us, dwarfing the frenetic climax of last night. I continued to shudder and shake as my orgasm petered out. Drained I dropped forward onto Carols heaving breasts as she came down from her own high.

“My god woman” I gasped. “What did you just do to me?”

I slowly withdrew from Carol’s hot soaked cunt causing a pool of cum to flood out onto the sheets. Flopping down onto the bed beside her I pulled her to me and wrapped her in my arms. She threw her leg over me and pulled herself even closer resting her head on my chest. Slowly our breathing returned to normal.

“What a way to start the day” she murmured into my chest. “I could get used to this honey.” If I were a cat I would have purred.

We lay there for a while just talking and stroking. Neither of us mentioned the events of the previous night although we would have to discuss them soon. Finally it was Carol who made the move.

“Come on baby. Time to get up and get going. I have a class in a couple of hours, and I am going to need to check the damage to my house before I go in to work. Want to scrub my back?” she asked with a wicked grin as she disengaged herself from me and rolled out of bed. I watched her awesome ass sway as she headed for the shower. Then it struck me. She wanted to go to work! I was off the bed as if shot from a cannon and was standing next to her in the bathroom seconds later.

“Carol you can’t go into work.” I blurted out. “We need to establish just what Robert is up to and what he intends to do before you can get back into any semblance of a normal life.” The moment the words left my mouth I knew we were in for a battle. 

First she looked shocked, and then the shock turned to annoyance. I mentally braced myself for what I knew was about to come. I didn’t have long to wait.

“No way Glenn! If I stay away from work then he has won. No way am I going to let that son of a bitch dictate terms to me now when I finally have the life I want, the life I fought for. He did that for the duration of our marriage and I’ll be damned if I am going to let him do it now!” She was angry but I knew her anger wasn’t directed at me. Still I had to get the seriousness of the situation across to her.

“Honey, we have no idea where he is or what he intends doing. Putting yourself out there is just going to turn you into a target, and there is no way in hell that I want you in that position. A place like the university just provides him with an enormous amount of cover and makes you an easy opportunity. He will just be another face in a sea of anonymous faces. Baby it would be next to impossible to protect you in a place like that.”

She stood there staring at me and I suddenly felt like I had just run over her cat. I steeled myself and continued.

“Realistically we shouldn’t even stay here although it may be handy to have a familiar base to operate from. He now knows you are here… we have to assume that. This place will be a hell of a lot easier to defend than the University.”

She gave me what has often been referred to as an old fashioned look. Contemplative yet almost pitying. I felt like a deer caught in the headlight beams of an oncoming car.

“Honey, I know you just want what is right for me, but there is no way in hell that I am not going into work today. I’m sorry Glenn but that is final. I am tired of hiding and having this moron hanging over me like some dark spectre. I have to do this baby. Please help me?”

What could I do?

“Okay but you will have to explain it to the guys. They are in charge of this case and I am actually part of the principle detail here.”

“Deal,” she said as she turned on the shower. “Now get your ass in here and scrub my back.” It was the least I could do under the circumstances. 

An hour later despite the protests of Manny and Simon, we were in the Suburban headed for school. As we approached her house Carol scooched down in her seat trying to get below the level of the dashboard. She kept her head down as we drove past, which was probably just as well. She didn’t see the havoc he ex husband had wreaked on the place. Every window I could see was smashed, her garage door was hanging off its rails, and the flowerbeds were ripped up and flowers and shrubs were strewn across her front lawn. Mr. Robert Taglioni had been a busy boy indeed. I thought it was information that Carol could do without so I kept it to myself. There was no sign of the BMW. I glanced in the rear view mirror to see Manny about 200 meters behind me in his car. The plan was that he would shadow Carol while Simon would maintain the security at home.

The rationale was that Carol would be safe under the protection of Manny and I while at University. The risk would come on arrival back home. That was our considered assessment anyway. Simon would be checking my home security system while we were away, and also getting a couple more of our guys in to beef up our protection. The idea that the threat would come while we were at home didn’t dampen our vigilance.

We were near the end of Waterview Rd. before Carol sat up with an embarrassed grin.

“I just didn’t want to see him or the damage he has done.” She said by way of explanation. As the drive continued we turned to practical matters that would need to be addressed if we were to have any chance of a relationship. For a start there was no way I could remain in her class. The ethical ramifications were too grim to deal with.

Another thing I had to deal with immediately was informing the University administration of the situation and explaining that Carol would need protection at all times while on the University premises. I wasn’t sure how they would react to this. 

I was mulling this over in my head when the point was rendered moot. 

The only warning of the attack that I got was a roaring chattering sound, then a split second later the windshield and side window imploded. As the gummy shards of safety glass rained down on us, something struck me with sledgehammer force in my left shoulder and upper chest, driving me back and sideways in my seat. I dimly heard a scream from Carol as I lost control of the car. As the car fishtailed across the road and started to mount the embankment at the side of the road, I looked over at Carol. The last thing I saw as I slid into the blackness of unconsciousness was Carol flopping limply against the restraint of her seatbelt; her face a mask of blood. Then everything went black.

My ascent back to the land of the living was a painful and stuttering one. My first conscious recollection was of the paramedics’ face swimming into focus below me. I remember wondering why he was below me, then a bolt of pure white agony shot through me and I was slammed back into unconsciousness.

My next trip back to wakefulness was equally as brief. This time I was in an ambulance. I knew it was an ambulance because of the siren. The same paramedic was hovering over me with a look of concern on his face. Carol! What about Carol? How was she? I tried to lift my head to look over to where the second gurney would go but this only told me two things. First, I was strapped down and couldn’t move my head, and second, the attempted manoeuvre caused another bolt of agony. I plunged back into unconsciousness.

My third attempt at regaining, and maintaining consciousness found me in the emergency room where I caught my first glimpse of a familiar face. Through the throng of scrub clad medical personnel swarming around my gurney, I caught a glimpse of Manny. He was pushed back against the wall, his ashen face wore a mixed look of rage and helplessness. Tears tracked down his cheeks. I tried to lift my arm to wave to him to let him know I was going to be okay. At the first hint of movement pain shot through me once again threatening to tip me off the lip of the abyss and sink me back into oblivion. I hung on grimly and gradually my vision cleared. 

I could feel hands all over me then all of a sudden I felt a breeze and cool air sweep over my body. My clothing was being cut from me. On my right side a nurse hove into view and fumbled for a moment before I felt the sharp sting of the IV needle sliding into the vein on the back of my hand. The nurse looked up and seemed surprised when he locked eyes with me. 

“He’s awake!” He leaned in closer and said urgently, “Just hang on buddy and we’ll have you fixed in no time.” 

Then everyone was talking at once. It was too much and I slid back into unconsciousness.

Beep… beep… beep…

I think it was this annoying noise that finally woke me. I became aware of light next but surprisingly there was no pain. I had complete recollection of what had happened and my first thought was for Carol. I needed to know what had happened to her. Trying to sit up was a big mistake. A low groan was ripped from me. Immediately I heard a scrambling noise from the other side of the room. A second later Manny’s face loomed into view. He looked worried yet relieved to see I was awake.

“Jesus Glenn, you gave us a hell of a scare. Hang on and I’ll get the doctor… be right back man. Don’t go anywhere.” With that he left the room at a quick trot leaving me wondering exactly where I was supposed to go. The pain was back. It was a living, breathing force that throbbed with every breath I took. It wasn’t unmanageable but it was bad enough to warrant me craving some heavy-duty painkillers.

After what seemed like hours, but what in reality was probably only a matter of minutes, Manny re-entered the room with a small woman in a white coat in tow. She looked like everyone’s idea of a favoured granny complete with silver hair and big round rimmed glasses. However the expression on her face was all business. Grabbing the chart hanging on the end of my bed she came around and stopped at the head of the bed.

“Good morning Mr. Barrett. I’m Dr. Lewis. I’m the surgeon who did the panel beating job on you. You are in the surgical suite at Saint Benedict’s hospital.” She referred to her chart for a few moments then looked up and carried on in a slow measured tone.

“You got pretty banged up yesterday Mr. Barrett. I removed one large calibre bullet from your shoulder, sewed up multiple gashes including a very sizeable flesh wound in your left arm, and set breaks in your nose and cheekbone. You are going to be okay although the shoulder wound is a bit worrying. It will take a bit of time until we know the extent if any of permanent damage to the shoulders functionality. The bullet missed the brachial plexus but there could still be a bit of nerve damage which could affect your arm movement.” I cut her off at this point.

“What about Carol? Is she okay? Where is she?”

Manny spoke up. “She is okay man. She’s down the hall in a private room like this one. She’s sleeping at the moment but I’ll bring her down when she wakes up okay?”

I felt like a huge weight had been lifted from my shoulders. Carol was safe… or was she?

“Manny can you get someone out to stand guard on her room?”

“I’m way ahead of you boss. Nick and Paul are on her door. On top of that the cops have got enough manpower surrounding this place to control a minor riot. Mike Abernethy is waiting to talk to you as well. I told him he would have to wait until the doc here okayed it.”

Mike Abernethy was a detective on the local Major Crimes Unit. He was also a pretty good friend and was a regular visitor out at the house. Dr. Lewis was speaking again.

“You have a long list of people who want to see you. I’m going to examine you now and when I’m satisfied that you can live through the next ten minutes I’ll allow your visitors one at a time. Manny here will be able to stay with you as long as you like. There are rules though. They are my rules and they are non-negotiable. You will not over exert yourself. You will not try to be a tough guy and forgo pain medication. It will slow down your recovery time. And you will tell me anything you may learn that could endanger you, my staff or any of my other patients. I might look like everyone’s favourite dowager Aunty, but I can be a tough old buzzard when I need to be.” With that said she bent to the task of examining me. 

I looked up at Manny. He had something serious on his mind.

“Spit it out buddy. You look like you have something to say so just say it.”

“Glenn I don’t know how to say this gently so I’m just going to say it. Simon’s dead. Our friend made a side trip back to the house after hosing us down and cut his throat. I found him out at the side of the house between the rose gardens. I don’t think he knew what happened man. I’m sorry buddy.” It was like a solid punch to the chest. Simon was a good friend as well as a valued member of our team. “Taglioni got away clean.”

“You’re sure it was Taglioni?” I managed to croak. 

Wordlessly he nodded. His eyes were filled with sorrow and something deeper… something I was sure was mirrored in my own. Rage. If Taglioni was lucky the police would catch him before we did. If we got him first he was a dead man. Nothing more needed to be said between us. We were reading from the same page.




Educating the Capo Ch. 02



The rest of Dr. Lewis’s examination was conducted in silence aside from a few grunts and groans of pain from me. When she had finished making her notations she turned to Manny and said, “Don’t stress him any more than you have to.” Then she turned and walked out. Manny moved over to the bed.

“Mike want’s to talk. I’ll bring him in first then you should see Carol okay? She has been going crazy since she came out of the ER. She’s pretty worried about you and is blaming this whole thing on herself. No matter what I have said she thinks it’s down to her.”

“Is she okay Manny? Nobody has told me what happened to her. All I remember is seeing her face covered in blood and her flopping around like a rag doll.” I swallowed a lump in my throat that was caused by the memory.

“Yeah Carol’s fine Glenn. She got a cut just up from her hairline and a couple of broken ribs. She’s got a few stitches and doesn’t much feel like laughing, but she is going to be fine buddy. I think seeing you will do her the world of good. Anyway I better get Mike in here.”

“Wait a minute Manny. Can you put him off for a few minutes and get Carol in here first? I have to talk to her before I see Mike.”

He looked at me for a moment then nodded. “Okay man, but I can’t put him off forever Glen. Leave it with me and I’ll bring her down in a minute.”

He left and I heard voices in the corridor. They continued at a low rumble for a while before I tuned them out and drifted off to sleep again. I don’t know how long I slept but when I woke the room was a lot darker. Trying to move my head brought a moan from me. At this there was a sudden movement to my left, which I was wise enough not to try to follow with my head.

“Glenn?” It was Carol. She stood and moved over to the bedside. Bending, she kissed me softly but firmly. I could see she was flustered, wondering where to put her arms. I solved her problem by wrapping my good arm around her and pulling her as close as I could without causing me any more pain. She started sobbing. “I’m so sorry baby. This is all my fault Glenn.”

“Whoa baby. Don’t even go there honey. If I remember correctly I barged my way into this situation. You didn’t come to me looking for a solution love, I offered our services. And I’d do the same again in a heartbeat. Carol the one who is to blame is your ex-husband. He is the one who caused this shit. He is the one who is gonna pay for it. You did nothing wrong Carol, nothing at all.” She stared at me silently for a moment, then she spoke.

“I just fit myself perfectly into the helpless female stereotype didn’t I? Truth is Glenn, when I woke up and found that you were badly hurt I kinda went to pieces for a while. I’m a lot tougher than that so you can expect no more tears or whimpering baby. Sorry for the display.” 

She smiled down at me and leaned in close to kiss me again. This kiss while still soft held the promise of passion to come. She looked lovely even with the large white dressing on her forehead, and the large bruise that extended down the left side of her cheek.

“I’m going to call Detective Abernethy in here. I’ve talked to him already and he knows the whole story. I told him everything Glenn… everything…” Her words trailed off and she seemed to be anxiously waiting for me to say something. She was waiting for my reaction to one of my friends knowing about her past.

I smiled at her and said, “Why don’t you bring him in and we can talk to him together Carol. I have nothing to hide from Mike. He’s a pretty decent sort of guy. If you decide to stick around and spend some time with me, you’ll find that he is a good friend.”

“If I decide to stick around?” She seemed shocked to find that the decision was up to her.

“Well I can’t force you to stay but I sure would like it if you did. Without your help I’ll never get an A on my English Lit paper.” She laughed, poked her tongue out at me and headed out the door to get Mike. I had to admit she looked great in hospital pyjamas. 

The door opened and in walked Mike and Carol accompanied by a nurse who was carrying a small stainless steel tray. 

“Hello Mr. Barrett. Time for your meds, and your records. I’m going to take your blood pressure, temperature and pulse, and give you something to help with the pain. It should only take a couple of minutes, then I’ll be out of your way.” She was very efficient and was true to her word, leaving in a couple of minutes after establishing that I had great blood pressure, a good strong pulse, and a slight temperature. All this was recorded neatly on my chart before she left. Mike and Carol remained silent while she was in the room, just standing and observing. As the nurse left Mike turned on the light illuminating the steadily darkening room.

“God man! You look like shit. I’ve seen better heads on a mug of beer.” He said with a grin. “How are you feeling buddy? You had this pretty lady here going out of her mind with worry. Is this some sort of new pick up technique you’ve discovered Glenn?”

“Eat shit Mike! Haven’t you got storeowners to shake down or something? And where were you when we were battling the forces of evil? In Dunkin’ Donuts filling your face no doubt. Bloody typical. There is never a cop around when you need one.” Carol looked worried at my outburst until Mike and I both broke into laughter, a bad move on my part as it sent a bolt of pain through my damaged shoulder. Mike saw me wince and moved closer.

“You alright buddy? Can I get you anything?”

“No I should be okay Mike. The painkillers should kick in soon.”

Mike paused and his expression became serious. 

“You two have made a pretty nasty enemy. Carol has told me the whole story. I put Mr. Taglioni’s name into the system and got an immediate response from the New Jersey Organised Crime Unit. They are very interested in any and all developments regarding this piece of shit… sorry Carol. Please excuse the language.” With a flick of her hand Carol waved off the apology and Mike continued.

“He has been under the microscope there for a while now. Everything from racketeering to tax evasion. The guy I spoke to in New Jersey basically turned cartwheels over the phone when he heard that Carol was here and safe. He wants to be able to talk to you about your ex Carol. Do you think you would be up for that?” She didn’t hesitate at all.

“Any time he can get here.” She looked very determined. Mike smiled, nodded and carried on.

“I thought you might feel that way. He’s on his way here now. In fact he should be here by the morning. Up until now Taglioni has been facing major prison time if they could convict him, but now we have him on murder and attempted murder charges.” His expression softened. “I’m sorry about Simon Glenn. He was a hell of a good guy. Taglioni was definitely the doer on both counts. We recovered cartridge cases from the ambush site that bore his prints and also lifted a set from your place. We can get him on premeditated murder, and attempted murder. He’ll go to death row for this buddy. I know it’s no comfort but Simon will be avenged.” The formality of his words was offset by the grim look in his eyes. Again I thought it would probably be better for Taglioni if he was grabbed by the cops before Manny and I got to him.

We talked for a few moments more before Mike made his departure after organising a time for the next day to come and take a formal statement from me. As he left I sagged back onto my pillows, suddenly exhausted. Carol was at my bedside in an instant.

“I’m so sorry about all this Glenn. I know it’s not my fault, but deep down I still feel guilty about bringing him into your lives. I know it’s crazy but I feel responsible for Simon’s death. If you want me to go I’ll understand.” I didn’t know how to make her feel better about herself at this stage. I could feel myself sinking slowly towards sleep again but knew that I had to say something.

“Carol, please stay. I can’t think at the moment but I do know that I want you around. Please stay.” For once I must have said the right thing. As I faded out to sleep I saw her tear streaked face smile down at me as she stroked my forehead.

The next few days were eventful. I had interviews with the local cops and the guy from New Jersey’s OCU, a guy named Nick O’Reilly. He was a no nonsense short stocky Irishman with a ready grin and a very quick smile. He would have made a great Santa Claus at Christmas parties. He also knew his stuff. In a couple of hours I learned more about the workings of the New Jersey Family in general and Robert Taglioni in particular than I could have learned from months of perusing files. I got the feeling that he had made Taglioni a personal project. This interested me and I made a mental note to find out what the connection was.

He spent time with Carol as well and from her talks with me it looked like Carol was aware of only a fraction of her ex husbands activities.

Carol was released from the hospital the day after my first interview with O’Reilly. After a lot of discussion with Manny and Mike Abernethy, we decided to move carol back into my house. Manny would stay there as well along with a beefed up security detachment from my company and a good compliment of cops. This was being given a pretty high priority by the local force and we had the additional support from the New Jersey OCU. The electronic security was being beefed up as well with cameras being installed on all possible approaches to the house. She should be safe. 

I was still too weak to attend Simon’s funeral, which was held three days after he was killed. I was in a blue funk all that day until I got visitors. Simon’s father and sister came to visit me before going to the funeral. I was lying there on my own feeling sorry for myself when they walked in. 

Sam was in his mid-fifties and had served in Vietnam as a member of Marine Recon and later as a Special Forces operative working with Montagnards running covert operations against the North Vietnamese Army along the Ho Chi Mihn trail. He was tall and raw-boned and even in his fifties still looked like he could more than take care of himself in a sticky situation. Sam worked in computers writing programs for a small but profitable company in the city. He had actually written a couple of programs for us, and they were a major selling point when we were pitching electronic security to a customer.

Maria was like a young sister to me. I had known her longer than I had known Simon having met her through an ex girlfriend years ago. She too was in computers although her work was a little more shadowy. Officially she was a highly skilled analyst, but she had delved deeper into the wonderful world of computers and developed her skills a bit further than her teachers knew about. I had used her hacking skills on a couple of occasions before and had found her to be an extremely skilled operator. Normally she was a bright bouncy vivacious woman. Understandably today she was very subdued. She stood beside my bed and held my hand a look of sorrow on her face. I couldn’t help it… the tears started to flow.

“I am so sorry Sam. Maria I… I just… aaah God. I don’t know what I can say. I’m so sorry.” I broke down completely. 

“Glenn we don’t blame you. It wasn’t your fault son. My boy was doing a job that he loved; working for a man he liked and respected a lot. Neither of us blames you and you shouldn’t blame yourself. What you should do is get well and go get the piece of shit that killed my son. I know that you can do it and I know it’s a job you’ll do well.” Sam smiled down at me. His unspoken message rang in my ears. “Maria and I will do anything we can to help.”

“Honey you just concentrate on getting better.” Maria said. “We met Carol on our way in here. She is busy blaming herself for Simon’s death.” Maria paused for a minute. “Would you mind if we popped in to visit from time to time? I get the feeling that she could do with a little female company.”

“That would be great Maria.” I managed to croak through a voice thickening with emotion. “I’ll talk to her about it later. Thank you.”

We talked for a while longer then Maria and Sam had to leave to attend Simon’s funeral. I managed to contain the tears until they were out of the room, then the dam burst. I was still crying when Carol arrived to check on me.

The concerned look on her face shook me and was enough to dry up any remaining tears. She felt badly enough about Simons death without having to witness me crack up over it. She walked to the bed and laid her head on my chest, wrapping her arms around me the best she could. 

“I’m sorry.” She whispered.

“Honey you have to stop blaming yourself for Simon. No one could have predicted that Taglioni would have gone back to the house after he hit us. In fact the smart money would have bet he would’ve run.” I lifted her head so I could look into her eyes.

“Maria and Sam are a bit worried about you. They don’t blame you for what happened so why blame yourself? Maria actually asked if you would like a bit of company while I am in here. I think it would be a good idea… that is if you are going to stick around love?”

Finally she smiled. 

“You think you were going to get rid of me that easily? Get a few minor cuts and bruises and see me run? Glenn I had a long time to do a lot of thinking while I was in here. I know we have only just met and one night doesn’t make a relationship, but I’ve seen enough already to know that I’d like to get to know you better. If it’s okay with you I’d like to stick around. And yes I’d love to spend some time with Maria. We had a bit of a talk as she was leaving. She made a lot of sense and I think it will do us both a bit of good to spend some time together.” She kissed me lightly and snuggled into my chest again. 

“Tell me… is Maria seeing Manny? I saw them hugging and kissing in the foyer and it seemed to be more than just a comforting embrace.”

“They’ve been a couple for a year or so now. They’re due to get married in March next year. Simon and I were to be joint best men.”

We discussed the relationship and other incidentals until Manny arrived after the funeral. He was going to take Carol back to the house and stay there with her until we got something permanent sorted out. After a bit more discussion over arrangements and a lot of hugging and whispered endearments on Carol’s part they left for the house. It had been a long painful day and I had no trouble getting to sleep.

The next two weeks basically flowed to a pattern. Carol and Manny would visit on a daily basis, often accompanied by Maria or Sam. As I grew stronger and more mobile I got more frustrated at being locked up inside the hospital. I also got more sexually frustrated especially as Carol started to tease me on a regular basis. A brief but lingering glimpse of panty crotch, or a fleeting stroke of my cock disguised by her straightening the bed clothes drove me nuts. Of course she just looked at me with an innocent angelic look and carried on as if nothing had happened. It was very hard to camouflage my hard on when I was only covered by a thin hospital sheet.

“Something wrong baby?” she would inquire in her best sweet voice. “Can I adjust that sheet some more for you love?” Even my best scowl didn’t put her off, much to the amusement of Manny and once even Maria. They knew what was going on and thought it was hilarious. Then came the day of my release.

My shoulder still had a long way to go before I would have full use of it but the doctors were satisfied with the progress I was making. In their infinite wisdom they decided it was time for me to go home. Waiting for the official release was agonising. I sat on the edge of my bed and fidgeted while Carol and Manny kept up a teasing banter. I was almost jogging in place when Dr. Lewis walked through the door.

“I see that you are keen to leave our humble establishment Mr. Barrett.” She said with a wry grin. “As good as it was to have you as our guest; we have decided it would be great if you managed to limit your return visits to outpatient status. In other words, stay out of the path of things likely to cause holes.”

Farewells were said and instructions given and received, and finally we were on our way. Homeward bound after nearly three weeks. I had plenty of rehab ahead of me and from the small taste of it I’d had in the hospital; it wasn’t going to be fun.

I sat in the back seat of Manny’s Mustang with Carol and discovered that the closer we got to home the more I squirmed and fidgeted. It wasn’t until we turned into Waterview Rd that I figured it out. In a few minutes I would be seeing the site of the ambush and then soon after I would be seeing where Simon was killed. All talk stopped as Carol and Manny realised what was happening to me. As we approached the ambush site Manny spoke.

“Do you want to stop boss?”

Part of me wanted to stop and do a morbid look over of the site, but I shrugged it off. Maybe later.

“No man… lets just get home.” Carol moved closer and took my hand in hers, squeezing lightly and offering me a tremulous smile. I gave her a shaky smile in return and turned to look out the window in time to see the blackened charred remains of her house. It had been razed to the ground.

“Jesus! Why didn’t you tell me baby? When did this happen? My god… why didn’t anyone tell me?”

I tried to turn to look back at the devastation that was once a small well-maintained house but Carol turned my face back to hers.

“Honey what good would it have done? What could you have done? You had enough on your plate as it was and telling you would only have upset you more. Besides I was fully insured and I sort of figured I could always move in with you until I could arrange to rebuild. You’re going to need a nurse you know.”

Manny spoke up. “Mike has confirmed the charming Mr Taglioni as the doer on this one as well Glenn. He came back three days after he hit you guys and torched the place. The arrogant bastard isn’t even trying to disguise the fact that he did it. His prints were lifted off the container of accelerant he used to get the place alight. It’s almost like he is daring us to come after him.” We were now approaching the turn off to my place. “Don’t worry Boss… this place is locked down as tight as a drum. I’ve had a few extra cameras and bits added while you were away.”

I had to admit I had misgivings about coming home and not just because of the security issue. I was coming back to the scene of the violent death of a good friend. As the driveway hove into view I took a deep breath and slowly let it out. I didn’t know if I was ready for this. 

As we turned into the driveway I noticed that the trees had been trimmed back. A close look revealed the presence of an extra camera either side of the drive. You would have to be looking really hard to spot them. The extra cameras gave us full coverage of the driveway and its approaches. It made me feel a little more secure. Then we were outside the front door. I was home.

Manny and Carol helped me from the car and into the house. I was weaker than I had expected. Manny deposited me on the couch while Carol made coffee. We drank our coffee in silence and then when I was finished I went out to the rose gardens alone. 

Simon had always loved the rose gardens. I sat in between the twin gardens in what must have been the place where he fell, and thought about my dead friend. I sat gazing at the blooms, smelling the scent, and feeling the sun on my face; things that Simon would never again experience. Early afternoon crept on to evening and the subtle cooling of the day drove me inside eventually. I had said my goodbyes and made my promise of vengeance. Manny and Carol were sitting in the lounge.

“We need to get busy” Manny gave me a solemn nod. Carol got up and wrapped her arms around me, kissing me softly.




Educating the Capo Ch. 02



“You need to get better before you start anything else honey. Your therapy starts tomorrow morning. Come on; let’s get you to your room. You need rest.” With a goodnight to Manny we went upstairs. Given my mood and physical condition it was no surprise, when after a short time snuggling and kissing with Carol we both ended up asleep.

I awoke once during the night after dreaming of Simon. It was a good dream and as I lay there in the dark I knew I had exorcised my demons. Time to get on with life. Simon would always be with me but it was time to move on.

5.00 am came with a rush. I was awake and feeling fully refreshed as the sun was coming up. Rolling over I looked down on Carol’s lovely sleeping face. Her hair was fanned out on the pillow and she was snoring softly. She had come to bed last night dressed in a t-shirt and an old pair of my boxers… she looked stunning. My cock stirred and started to make its presence known which was a bit of a shock to me. 

Lying on my side I propped my head up on my left hand and figured that my rehab ought to start right now. Reaching out to her with my right hand I felt the catch of the wound which although healing fast still gave me a bit of pain when I first got the arm going. Still I persevered and soon I was trailing my fingers over her lovely cheek and jaw. Carol moaned in her sleep and rolled slightly towards me. This gave me access to her other cheek. My fingers resumed their exploration of her soft smooth skin until I heard and felt her breathing change. She was waking up.

“I see you are feeling a bit better baby” she said with a smile, her eyes still closed. She brought her hand up and cupped my hand to her face. “MMMMMM…”

My fingers trailed down along her jaw and onto her neck. Her eyes opened and she smiled again as she stretched languorously. “Feel like fooling around lover?”

“That’s a trick question right?” I said as I lowered my lips to hers. “Just be gentle with me baby. I’m not the stunning physical specimen I once was.” I joked before kissing her softly.

“Aah so you want me to do all the work do you? You want to just lie there and let me pleasure you while foregoing all of my own pleasures? I suppose you’d like me to reach over and grab your beautiful cock and just start stroking it like this would you?” Her soft warm hand closed over the shaft of my rapidly hardening member. I moaned softly as her hand slowly stroked me from root to tip. I rolled onto my back as she moved up onto her hip and elbow, leaning over me as she kissed me softly.

“I’m going to suck you until your eyes pop baby. I’ve got a lot of waiting to catch up on.” She growled as she ran the ball of her thumb through the bead of pre-cum gathering at the tip of my cock and smeared it over the bulbous head.

“Don’t tell me about it lover… show me.” I challenged her with a grin. Her eyes hooded sexily as she lowered her head still maintaining eye contact. Slowly she scooched her body down until her head was level with my hard cock. I braced myself for what I knew was coming. She didn’t disappoint me. 

Slowly Carol moved closer til her mouth was just inches from my throbbing cock. Her lips parted fractionally then her pink tongue slid out and flicked lightly across my heated purple cock head. I groaned at the feather light touch and my hips lurched upwards.

“You like that baby?” she murmured seductively. All I could do was groan my ascent as she opened her lips wide and slid them over the head of my cock engulfing it in her hot wet mouth. My hips bucked as she lashed my cock head with her tongue. Looking up at me she smiled around her mouthful of cock then slowly slid her lips down my shaft until I could feel the head nudging the back of her throat. Carol paused then adjusted her position and with one slow agonising slide buried my whole cock in her throat. My hips started a slow grind almost of their own volition. 

Carol backed off; her lips massaging and caressing my cock as she went, then slid smoothly down until her nose was once again buried in my crotch. During this exquisite torture her eyes never left mine. On her upstrokes her tongue busily laved my throbbing cock, while on her down strokes and during the time I was buried in her throat she hummed and moaned, sending vibrations through the sensitive head of my prick. I was getting close to coming. Carol could sense this and quickened her pace until she was fucking my cock with her mouth.

“Oh shit baby! I’m gonna come!” 

On hearing of my impending eruption Carol slid down to the base of my cock and started swallowing, the action of her throat massaging my swelling cock and sending me over the edge. 

Every muscle in my body contracted as I exploded into orgasm. The pain from my injured shoulder was almost completely masked by the pleasure from my massive orgasm. Carol backed off as great gouts of semen left my cock head at warp speed and rapidly filled her mouth. She swallowed and slid back down my super sensitive cock as another spasm filled her mouth again. Another swallow and she backed off again til just the head of my cock rested in her mouth. Her tongue swept back and forward over my cock as I continued to spurt. My orgasm slowed down and finally only trickles of come slid from my head into Carols welcoming mouth. Not a drop had escaped her clinging luscious lips. Finally my orgasm stopped and I lay exhausted on the bed Carol still crouched between my legs, my cock still in her mouth.

Maintaining the pressure of her lips on my sensitive semi-hard cock, Carol drew her head off me and with a wicked smile tilted her head back and opened her mouth. Her mouth was full of my come. Tendrils of it linked her top and bottom lips as she opened her mouth wide. Then with a wink and a theatrical gesture she swallowed; the pool of come disappearing down her throat but leaving a thick coating on her tongue. Licking her lips she moved up the bed and brought her lips to mine.

Our tongues wrestled lazily as our kiss intensified. She lowered her body gently onto mine, mindful of my shoulder and other assorted aches and pains. Her firm breasts pressed against my chest and our hips pressed together tightly as we kissed. Finally she rolled off me and snuggled into my side, her arm and leg thrown over me, and her head on my chest.

“Now that was just the appetiser Mister. You get more as and when I decide you deserve it and that will depend a lot on how you do on your rehab program baby. I think you will find that you will have all the motivation in the world to work at getting back into fighting trim.”

“Is that right? And what makes you think I’m going to put out when you feel like it eh?”

“Because you want this.” She rolled onto her back, slowly spread her long legs, and thrust her glistening pussy in the air. Teasingly she ran a finger through her wetness and passed it under my nose. Her scent got me going. I grabbed her finger and brought it to my mouth, sucking it in and then nipping it lightly. She laughed and withdrew the invading digit. Then she leaned back and looked at me with a very solemn look.

“Glenn, we need to talk baby. I’m going back to work starting on Monday. I’ve talked to Manny about it and also had a chat with Mike. My classes have been covered by a relieving teacher so far but I need to get back to work if I’m going to keep my job.” She looked at me expectantly. 

I’d had time to think of all this. Time was something you had in abundance when you were recuperating in a hospital bed, and I had already worked through the pros and cons before carol brought it up. I knew she wasn’t asking my permission, she didn’t need it anyway, she was just letting me know the way things would be. The University had been great so far both in the time they had given her and in their acceptance of our situation. I had been moved out of Carol’s class and into a class supervised by the head of department. That seemed to have cleared up the ethical dilemma caused by the teacher-student relationship problem.

While I was in hospital I had spoken to the Dean and explained the situation regarding Taglioni and his ongoing threat to Carol’s safety. He had been very receptive to the idea of Carol being shadowed by a couple of my guys as long as it was covert and didn’t jeopardise any of the students or staff at the school. Even with her protection organised, I was still a bit wary of the risk of her going back to work. It was something I was going to have to deal with.

“I know baby. Don’t worry, you’ll be safe. I’ve talked to the Dean and he’s okayed you having a couple of minders while you’re at work. They’ll be discrete and I’ll feel a hell of a lot better if you have someone there with you.” 

She sighed. 

“I guess this thing isn’t going to be over until he is caught or dead is it? I’m not happy about having watchdogs Glenn, but I’ll go along with it for now lover.” I felt bad for her but she had neatly captured the reality of the situation. Taglioni wasn’t going to give up in a hurry. He was going to keep on coming til either he destroyed carol or we destroyed him. I had no illusions about his ability to reach out and touch us from a jail cell either. 



Educating the Capo Ch. 03



Educating the Capo Ch. 3

A lot of people have asked me to continue this novel so here is the next chapter. I apologise for the long break in the story but I made the mistake of starting another story, The Real Estate Connection, and falling in love with the characters and plot of that story. I felt I owed it to you folks and myself to continue this work too... so here it is. Hope you enjoy it folks.

Kiwiwolf 

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Carol rolled over and slid off the bed. 

"I'm heading into town today baby. Maria is coming by to pick me up at about 10. Manny's going to come with us and I think he has another one of your multi talented guys shadowing us. We'll be okay honey." She saw the look on my face and hastened to reassure me.

"Carol this guy hasn't demonstrated a lot of restraint so far. I'm worried. I'm not trying to scare you but I have to admit I'm worried. No one seems to have any handle on where your ex psycho might be and that is the most worrying aspect of this. Christ with his resources he might be sitting at home in New Jersey directing operations and sending a hitman after us."

"No... he wouldn't send a hitman after us Glenn. This is a matter of honour for him; he's gonna want to do this himself. He has to be the one who pulls the trigger on his 'traitorous' ex. Nothing else is going to do. You have to realise Glenn that these guys live life to a totally different set of rules than us. To them honour is everything, but it's their version of honour. It is so warped and arcane that most people have trouble understanding it. The code of honour is centuries old and strictly enforced by the bosses." Carol paused and walked back to the bed. 

"Glenn you have to remember that Robert is only a minor cog in a big wheel. He is way down in the pecking order but is hugely ambitious. He wants the top spot in the New Jersey organisation and he can see himself getting it. Unfortunately for him, when I took off it was a massive blow to his chances as well as his ego. Mafia wives are supposed to be obedient. They are supposed to be seen and not heard... trophies on the arms of their powerful macho husbands. The fact that Robert couldn't control me has probably been viewed as a sign of weakness on his part. He has to regain the respect of his men, his peers and his superiors. And the only way he is going to do that love, is by eliminating the problem... permanently. Now that you have helped me... no, that's wrong... now that you are involved with me, you are part of the problem. I'm sorry baby but until Robert is caught or killed we are inexorably linked."

"Inexorably? I keep forgetting that you are an English professor. Carol this just reinforces my worries. I know everything you said is true. I watch the Sopranos, and have the complete set of The Godfather movies on DVD. It only serves to make me more wary love. I know you can't stay locked up in here but I want you to promise me that you will take every possible precaution. Manny is good but you know these guys. He doesn't. If you feel at all twitchy let him know straight away. Don't go anywhere that he can't see you. That means no changing rooms. The bathroom is a necessity I suppose but take Maria with you. I am deadly serious about this Carol." 

I stopped and looked deep into her eyes, my heart lurching in my chest as I saw the love there. It was time to stop mucking around and actually tell this woman how I felt about her. 

"Carol I'm not sure how to say this but I'm just gonna say it. Carol I... "

The phone rang. I let it interrupt me. I could have ignored it and finished what I wanted to say but instead I stopped, rolled over, and picked up the offending instrument. 

"Hello?"

There was nothing but white noise on the other end of the line. Then I heard breathing. Slow and measured. There was no background noise that I could pick up. Just the inhale and exhale of the person on the other end. Then... click! The connection was broken. The whole thing had taken about 20 seconds... certainly no more than that. I had a bad feeling about my mystery caller. Slowly I lowered the phone back into its base unit and checked the caller ID screen. Private Caller. The ID was blocked by the caller. If the person on the other end had said something, or even disconnected as soon as I answered the phone, I wouldn't have been suspicious. The length of time they stayed on the line listening to the dead air that washed between us is what had my hackles raised. It was Taglioni. I was sure of it.

Carol moved closer to the bed.

"Was it him?" There was a note of resignation in her voice. 

"A wrong number I think. The person on the other end was rabbiting on in some oriental language. Nothing to worry about."

She threw me a look loaded with doubt but seemed to accept my explanation. Leaning down she kissed me. A long lingering kiss full of passion and something deeper. It was time to tell her... but again I waited. Why couldn't I say it? Why couldn't I tell her I loved her?

"The shower calls then I'll grab you some breakfast. You stay there and conserve your energy lover. You're gonna need it when Jenny gets here. She is going to turn you upside down and inside out. You're gonna be under no illusion that you had a workout love."

Jenny was the physical therapist that Carol had found for me. She worked at the hospital but also took on private patients; she was Carol's gift to me to ensure my speedy recuperation. I was yet to meet this lady but Carol raved about her. Still the phone call played on my mind. And the question of why I couldn't tell Carol I loved her. I had some serious thinking to do. As Carol disappeared into the bathroom I lay back on the pillows and closed my eyes.

The smell of breakfast and the sound of Carol's voice shook me out of my slumber. She was dressed in a short silk kimono in black with a pink and white Heron print. Her hair was still wet from the shower; she looked absolutely stunning and again I wondered what was holding me back from saying the words I knew I meant.

"Okay we have grapefruit, toast, two poached eggs, sausages, and coffee. Everything a growing lad needs. I also took the liberty of grabbing the morning paper for you." Placing the breakfast tray down on the bed she slipped in beside me.

"I could get used to this," I gloated quietly. "I might have to keep you around for a while." 

"Try getting rid of me smartass. And don't think you can get used to this kind of treatment buster... delivering breakfast in bed is a rarity for me. As a matter of fact you are the first. Now eat. In about 45 minutes you have your first session with Jenny."

The toast was burnt, the sausages were under done, and the eggs were like small yellow and white rocks but it was one of the best breakfasts I have ever eaten. I guess love can do really funny things to you, like alter your perspective on what is food and what are scraps. She actually made a more than reasonable coffee though so I guess everything balanced out.

After breakfast she bullied me into the shower and then helped me into an old pair of work out pants and a very ratty old t-shirt. I preferred to sweat in style.

Jenny arrived dead on time and my waking nightmare began with barely more than a hello for an introduction. At about 5'2" and about 95lbs dripping wet, Jenny came across as a little sweetheart. Who could have known that she was a direct descendant of the Marquis De Sade... well a devoted disciple at the very least? That little pocket dynamo turned me inside out and upside down and left me with aches and pains in places I didn't realise could possibly hurt. The worst part? She did it all with a smile and a lovely sweet demeanour. At the end of a torturous hour she left with a smile and a few hearty words of encouragement. Carol saw her to the door, and as I lay there on the mat in a sweaty self pitying heap, I could hear them chatting. 

"She's quite a woman isn't she?" said Carol as she walked back into the room. "I have instructions to make you do the stretching exercises on a regular basis over the course of the day. How do you feel love?"

The best I could manage was a pitiful moan as I picked myself up and tried to salvage what was left of my dignity.

"Come on... I thought you were a big tough guy!" Her giggle goaded me into action and I manfully struggled to my feet.

"I'm as hard as nails!" I managed to croak as I staggered on rubbery legs to the bathroom. Her teasing laughter followed me all the way into the shower. Carol wandered in and chatted to me as she got ready for her trip to the mall with Maria. As the hot water soothed the aches and pains away, I listened to her talk and tried to get a handle on my reluctance to draw her closer by telling her I loved her. A mass of viable excuses rocketed through my mind but I discarded each and every one of them as I realised what I was doing. I wasn't going to let her in until I knew that I could protect her properly. I couldn't let her close until I knew that I wasn't going to lose her to the head case stalking us. As I dried off and listened to her happy chatter I told myself I was being stupid. I'd tell her over dinner tonight I decided.

Maria arrived with Manny just before 10.00. While Manny and I huddled in the library discussing work, the ladies barricaded themselves in the bedroom while Carol finished getting ready to go into town.

"Boss, I got a call from an old friend of ours yesterday. You remember Craig Miller from the Army? He went mercenary when he left the Army about 8 or 9 years ago. Big guy, pretty useful... a good leader?" 

"Yeah I remember him. Hell of a good shot and a good man in a bar brawl. He saved my ass in a punch up in Panama one time. Hell I haven't heard from him in years. What was he after?" 

"He retired from the mercenaries about a month ago and moved to Virginia to start a security firm and get started with civilian life. He's been there about a week and has just discovered that he has a contract on his ass. He's already been shot, had a couple of people killed at his place, and just found out that the person chasing his ass is a CIA operative who he believed was dead. All in all he's in deep shit. He wants to hire us to watch the homestead while he does a little hunting of his own."

I thought about it for a while. A trip to Virginia might help as far as keeping distance between Taglioni and us. The other side of the coin is that we would be trading one dangerous situation for another.

"I'll call him and discuss it more with him. What do you think Manny?" The question was a mere formality. There was no doubt in my mind that Craig would do the same if the shoe was on the other foot. 

"He'd do it for us if we asked boss, but with the situation we're in at the moment..." He shrugged. "Anyway give Ronin a call and see what happens." Ronin was Craig's old nickname given to him because of his personal code of honour. When he left the Army and became a mercenary it just seemed to fit him better. A Ronin was a masterless Samurai from feudal Japan. They were warriors forced to wander the land hiring out their services to the highest bidder, living within their own personal code of honour. Craig fit the description perfectly. I knew he would never ask for help unless he really needed it and on top of that, he had a few useful contacts in the intelligence world himself. He may be able to help Carol and me with our current problem.

"Yeah I'll give him a call today. You're right... he'd do the same for us. Besides... there might be safety in numbers."

The talk turned to current jobs that we had on and we managed to get a lot of work done before Carol and Maria bounced in ready for their trip to the mall. Maria skipped over to Manny and flung her arms around his neck kissing him hard. It was fun to see the big guy flustered. He wasn't a big one for public displays of affection but I guess Maria was working on changing that. Carol parked herself in my lap and kissed me long and slow with a lot of promise for later on. 

"Want me to pick you up anything baby... vitamins? Steroids? An oxygen tent for after your physiotherapy sessions?" Her innocent smile belied the evil heart pumping inside her very impressive breast. 

"Be gone wench before I forget I'm a gentleman and spank that cute little ass of yours. Have fun and for god's sake be careful. Stick close to Manny okay?" With another kiss and a sensual wiggle of her lovely ass in my lap she was up and gone. Manny and Maria followed her at a more sedate pace. I guess she was excited at her first trip into the big bad wide world since the attack. It was a return to normality and a sign that Taglioni didn't have the hold on her that he thought he had. It was good to see her back to her happy self.

I worked through a bit more paperwork then wandered through to the kitchen. I took my time fixing a sandwich and grabbing a coffee before heading back through to the office to call Craig. The pro's and con's of getting involved ran through my mind as I picked up the phone and dialled the cell phone number that Manny had given me. Craig answered on the second ring.

"Glenn... how are you man? Long time buddy... long time." How the hell did he know it was me calling?

"Howzit Ronin? How's civilian life treating you? And how the hell did you know it was me calling?"

He laughed. "This is a brand new cell and there are only six other people who have the number. All of them are sitting in front of me and no one is making a call. It's just a simple matter of deduction really buddy. It was either you or Manny and I figured that you'd probably be intrigued enough by my call to want to call me yourself." He paused then said, "Ronin... Jesus I haven't heard that one in a while."

"Yeah it has been a while. I haven't seen you since you mustered out of Fort Bragg. Hell that seems like a lifetime ago. How was it south of the border buddy?"

"Hot and wet man... and busy. There is a lot of work down there if you want it and if you pick the right side. Go with the Cartel and you have a very limited life expectancy. How's business for you? I heard you have a security business now. I asked around and hear that you have a good rep. Want some work?"

There it was. Craig wasn't known for his subtlety and his jump to the point had reconfirmed that. I had to make a snap decision. It took no time at all.

"What do you need buddy? We can be there in a couple of days. I have a few things I have to sort out here. Got a major problem that you need to hear about before you make a decision about whether to hire us or not. Then you have to consider our outrageous charges. I charge like a wounded bull buddy." 

"Don't worry about the cost man... I'm pretty sure that you guys would be worth both the dollars I'll be paying you." I laughed. "What's this problem man?"

I spent the next ten minute laying it out for him in detail. If we were going to be working together he needed to know everything. I even told him about Carol and how I felt about her. 

"Okay, I may be able to help you out with Taglioni, Glenn. No promises man but I have a couple of friends in low places who owe me a favour or two. I've also got a tame Intel officer who may be able to come up with something. I'll ask some questions and let you know when I see you. As to your fee... no problems man. I've got a few pennies salted away so I should be able to afford your exorbitant bill. Look man, just get you and yours here and we'll take it from there. You can stay out at the house with us. There are plenty of rooms here and it'll give us a chance to catch up."

"Sounds good to me man. It's going to take me a few days to get clear here so plan on seeing me on Friday." I got Craig's email address and directions to his house then rang off. It would be interesting to see him. After nearly nine years there would be plenty to talk about. His offer of help with Taglioni was an interesting one too. If he could deliver, then Taglioni might not be a thorn in our sides for much longer. The parallels in our situations didn't escape me either. Both of us were in relatively new relationships, both of us had been wounded in attacks and both of us were in a world of shit. Yes; I thought that consolidating our forces might be the answer to all our problems.

The rest of the day passed without event and by the time everyone arrived back that evening, I was feeling almost human. Manny and Maria wouldn't be staying long as they were heading out for dinner but I asked them to stick around for a while until I explained what I had planned with Craig on the phone. We all went through to the lounge and parked our bodies on the couches. As I laid it out for them I watched Manny's grin get bigger and Carol's face grow longer. Finally she could bottle it up no more and blurted out what was on her mind.

"Honey there's been enough trouble and pain caused because of me. There is no way I want to expose anyone else to my ex's rage. Glenn these people could get hurt... then I'd feel worse than I do now." She looked close to tears. 

"Carol, Craig isn't your average Joe Civilian. He is probably the most deadly man I know and he has some pretty handy friends too. He has contacts I could only dream of having and he's offered us the use of some of his intelligence gathering sources. He too is in trouble as I've explained and after talking to him I figure that getting together with him can only be good for all of us. We can help him and he can help us. Besides, going to Richmond is gonna give us a little breathing space; a bit of time where Taglioni won't know where we are. Now that can only be good for us can't it? Manny and I have both worked with Craig. We both know him and trust him... and honey... you know I'd never do anything to get you hurt. I love you too much for that."

Her eyes flew wide as the words slipped out before I could catch them. I guess it was a case of me intellectualising things too much. I should have trusted my instincts earlier. Carol threw herself at me as Maria laughed happily and clapped. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a huge grin split Manny's face as my lady covered my face with kisses. Finally Carol let me up for air and pushed me back to look deeply into my eyes.

"I love you too you big fool. Is that what you were trying to tell me this morning?" She grinned and turned to Maria. "Men are so repressed when it comes to emotions aren't they? Did Manny have this much trouble telling you he loves you, or is it just my man that's emotionally retarded?"

"I think it's a curse that all men must bear Carol. I had to beat it out of Manny." As embarrassed as I was at least the atmosphere had lightened. I grabbed Carol and dragged her down to my lips for a long kiss which shut her up for a while.

"Okay so it's settled then? We leave on Friday morning. Maria I need you and Carol to leave me and Manny alone for a few minutes... is that ok?" She gave me a long speculative look but smiled and left the room with Carol who was still grinning. 

"Manny how would you feel if I asked Maria to join the company? It's about time we moved into the 21st century and got caught up in the IT revolution. We need a computer specialist and since she's been doing it for us on a freelance basis for a while I thought we should maybe formalise it. What do you think?" He gave it about a seconds thought then nodded decisively. 

"Makes sense and yeah I think she'd love to take you up on it. Want me to ask her tonight, or do you want to ask her?"

"You ask her. Also see if she can come to Richmond with us on Friday. I'd like to be able to use her skills while we're there." We chatted for another couple of minutes then called the girls back in. Maria headed straight for Manny's lap and seconds later I had a warm Carol perched in mine. Manny and Maria were having a murmured conversation on the couch while Carol had returned to kissing the top layer of skin off my face. Moments later Maria coughed loudly and theatrically to get our attention.




Educating the Capo Ch. 03



"Glenn I'd love to come and work for you and yes I'll be coming on Friday. We can talk about salary later, but consider me hired. I won't have to worry about giving notice as I work as an independent contractor anyway but I will have to get the current contract finished. I can do that anywhere on my laptop as long as you don't mind me working on it in my spare time."

"You take all the time you need Maria. As far as salary goes you tell me what you want and we'll make sure you get it. I know you're gonna be worth it and it might actually open up a new area of security we can offer." She grinned happily then got up pulling Manny with her. He gave me a sheepish shrug.

"Glenn we'll talk tomorrow. I've got a heap of ideas that you'll love. In the meantime I'm gonna take my man here and go to dinner. Then I'm gonna take him home and read him bedtime stories. See you folks tomorrow. Be good." 

"Now where's the fun in that?" Carol asked with a grin. "I'll call you in the morning honey."

Manny and Maria left and Carol got up and disappeared into the kitchen with a wiggle of her gorgeous ass and a sexy smile. A few minutes she was back with a cup of steaming coffee heavily laced with brandy.

"You drink that baby and I'll organise dinner." I must have turned pale at the thought of her cooking dinner for me because she laughed and said, "Don't worry. I was going to order pizza from that new Italian place. Or we could get one of the other dishes of their menu? Want me to get it? It's on the fridge."

"I'll leave it to you Carol. Just order heaps. I am starving." She grinned and headed for the phone. I could hear her on the phone for a while and managed to finish the bulk of my coffee by the time she came back in. Again she was wearing a big grin.

"I talked to the manager and he says we can have an account there if we want. That'll make it easier when it's my turn to cook honey. I know I'm the world's worst cook and I know you're way too polite to ever say anything about it so I've organised the account. Dinner should be here soon, then as soon as you've eaten we're going to soak in the hot tub, then I'm gonna tuck you into bed and read you bedtime stories like Maria is going to do with Manny." She was positively glowing. She plopped down beside me and snuggled in under my arm. 

"Glenn do you mean what you said? Do you really love me?" Anxiety showed briefly on her face as she asked.

"Carol how can you doubt it honey? I've been in love with you for almost as long as I've known you but it really only hit me today. I wanted so much to tell you at the perfect time and in the perfect place but I fucked it up a little bit. I'm sorry I just blurted it out baby." As I spoke her hands were wandering up and down my back as she burrowed further into my chest. This was better therapy than anything that Jenny could come up with.

"Glenn there is no perfect way place or time honey. Hearing the words made it the perfect place and time. And as far as how you said it... well there was nothing wrong with that. I love you too baby. You're everything that my ex isn't and everything that I could want. So now you've got me for good. How does that make you feel?"

"Terrified. But I reckon I'll survive as long as you use that phone to get dinner instead of the stove." I ducked and narrowly avoided her hand as it whistled over the top of my head. Her giggle was music to my ears.

"Okay tough guy. Now tell me about this Craig guy."

I spent the next half an hour filling Carol in with my recollections of Craig as I knew him when we served together and telling her about his situation. She took it all well and seemed very positive when I finished laying out the situation for her. Just as I finished the doorbell rang and she got up to answer it. 

"Hold on Carol!" I barked giving her a bit of a start. "I'll get it honey. You don't know who it is."

I pulled my Beretta from where it was tucked into the waistband at the back of my jeans and jacked a round into the chamber. Carol didn't even flinch, just sat there as I moved to the closed circuit TV monitor on the wall next to the alarm pad and checked the identity of our visitor. The guy was about 18 dressed in what was supposed to look like an authentic Italian delivery boys' uniform. Red and white striped v-neck tunic, flared jeans and a red scarf tied loosely at his neck. He was carrying two thermal bags and looking around expectantly. He was the real thing. I slid the gun back into its hiding place and opened the door. After unloading enough food onto the large coffee table in the lounge to feed a small army of occupation I tipped him a five and he left, a very happy camper. Carol had taken me at my word when I told her I was hungry. She hurried off to grab plates and cutlery while I investigated the contents of the many styrofoam boxes which sat and exuded an amazing aroma. If smell was anything to go by I was going to enjoy this meal.

As we ate we discussed what Carol was going to do about her job at the university. We'd had this talk before and Carol was determined to go back to work as soon as possible regardless of the fact that her both her boss and me thought it was a bad idea. There was no danger of her losing her job if she took time off but she was a true professional. She cared about the people she taught. It took a lot of convincing on my part but in the end I managed to convince her that a leave of absence would be a good idea. Watching her back at the university would have been a nightmare.

An hour later, stuffed with lasagne, veal parmesan, fettuccine with an amazing marinara sauce and a surprisingly fantastic chocolate cheesecake, I was settling naked into the Jacuzzi with an equally full Carol wrapped around me. Since I had told her I loved her she had stayed very close and was continually touching and kissing me. Not that I was complaining at all... I was loving every second of it. For a long time we just sat and relaxed, soaking up the restorative warmth of the hot tub. It felt great and I felt my wounds relaxing as we kissed and cuddled. Gradually things other than the water heated up and our kisses became more passionate. As her tongue danced around in my mouth, her hand fished in the water to renew her acquaintance with my growing cock. As her fingers wrapped around it she started nibbling on my neck... something guaranteed to drive me up the wall. Meanwhile my own hands weren't sitting idle. My fingers drifted over her firm breasts teasing the nipples to rock hard points before gripping and rolling them bringing little gasps and moans from her lips.

"Honey if you keep that up neither of us is going to get much sleep tonight." 

"And that would be a bad thing how?" She grinned as I let one of my hands drift down to the juncture of her thighs and begin to play. Meanwhile her hands weren't idle. She started slowly stroking my cock turning Little Glenn into Big Glenn in a matter of seconds and proving that even at my advanced age my reflexes were alive and well. Her cheeky grin told me she liked the way my reflexes performed as she coaxed more length out of me with slow languorous strokes. 

As she continued to play I slipped the middle finger of my hand between her slick labia and started to slide it back and forth from her anus to her clit. Every time my marauding digit slid across her puckered asshole Carol let out a small whimper which piqued my interest. We had engaged in a little ass play before but had never gone all the way. I kept up the rhythm I'd established and it wasn't long before Carol's breath was coming in pants and gasps. I knew that it wouldn't be long before she was cumming. Her stroking motion stopped and she gripped my cock softly as she concentrated on the feelings washing over her. Moments later her hips started twitching in time with my manipulations of her pussy, and then the twitching increased to bucking as she started to climb towards her orgasm. Her whimpers became moans, then grunts as my fingers sped up and I added my other hand to the play. The fingers of my second hand concentrated on her asshole while I rapidly strummed her clit. I was watching intently as I tried to time my actions to what was happening inside her already superheated body and I got it right. Just as Carol's stomach muscles started to contract, I slid my thumb forcefully into her asshole while pinching her clit firmly. Carol went ballistic! Her scream could have woken the dead and her hips started bucking wildly and violently as she forced more of my thumb into her asshole. Her arms wrapped around my neck and I was pulled into a tight embrace, my face pressed tight against her breasts. Thank god for those large tits because without them wrapped around my ears I think I would have been deafened by her next scream. Her hips continued to piston against my hands as she worked her way through her orgasm. I was hoping it would finish soon as the way she had clamped her thighs around my hands was giving me cramp in my extremities.

Finally she started to relax. I retrieved my hands and slowly worked my fingers to get the muscles working properly again and to get the blood flowing. Carol relaxed her grip and slid down in the tub until we were face to face. Her eyes were closed and her breath still came in pants as she leaned in to kiss me softly; her tongue entwining with mine as we shared a long loving moment before she pulled herself around and plopped herself down on my lap. We sat like that for a few minutes before Carol groaned and stood up. Reaching for my hand she pulled me to my feet.

"We need a shower. Then you're going to take me to bed and fuck my ass. Just be gentle with me baby... you're getting my last cherry." Her smile was a little tremulous, whether from the aftermath of what we had just done or the thought of what we were going to do I don't know.

"Carol you don't have to do this if you don't want to." God that sounded lame but I felt she needed a little reassurance and that was a hell of a lot better than turning handsprings on the deck, throwing her over my shoulder and racing inside screaming "Bring on the KY!"

"I know I don't... but I want to. I've wanted to try this for a long time but up until now I've never had a lover that I've loved or trusted enough to do it with. I want you to fuck my ass Glenn and take my last cherry. Now get your ass out of that water and come and wash my back!" Her grin was a lot more confident and full of mischief and I knew she really did want this. Who am I to argue with the wishes of the woman I love. We walked naked and still dripping water into the house. Carol slipped her arm around my waist as we walked up the stairs and into the bedroom.

"You get the shower going and I'll get things ready here. I'll be with you in a second baby." She kissed me lingeringly and sashayed her way into the master bathroom. Moments later I heard the shower start running. I got up from the bed and stretched before walking through to the bathroom. First I grabbed a couple of large towels from the bathroom cupboard and spread them out on the bed. Carol looked at me with an inquisitive glance as I went back into the bedroom with the towels. Then quickly I hunted for and found the KY Warming Gel, a great product which I had enjoyed using in the past and was sure Carol would enjoy. I put it on the bedside table along with a couple of hand towels and a bottle of massage oil then headed in to join my lady. The steam from the shower was creating a fog in the bathroom and that coupled with the condensation made seeing Carol through the glass shower door quite an erotic experience. She would be presented as a shadowy outline for a while then she would move and I'd see her body in exquisite detail for a few seconds. It was like a peep show... with benefits. I stood there for a few minutes just watching until she spotted me.

"Get your ass in here Barrett. I need my back scrubbed and since Mel Gibson isn't available you'll have to do it." I knew an order when I heard one and being the obedient type that I am I dived into the shower and began scrubbing the day's grime from the lady's back... and her ass... and her tits. Well you get the picture. She, being the lady she is, decided to reciprocate and it wasn't long before my cock, having a mind of its own, reared its ugly head and made its presence known. Carol giggled and swiftly put it in a choke hold.

"I think that we'd better do something about this thing before it goes off while I'm cleaning it," she murmured in a husky voice. "Shall we get horizontal?"

"I think you've got a good idea there honey. It's dangerous to be cleaning a loaded weapon so if you like you can help me unload it before you continue cleaning it." I really did have her welfare in mind when I suggested this. Really.

As we dried each other off we traded soft sensuous kisses and plenty of caresses. I kept in mind what we were about to do and the great honour that she had bestowed on me. I was going where no man had been before and I knew that even though she trusted me she must be feeling a little nervous. I was determined to make this as pleasurable as possible for her. When we were as dry as we were going to get we walked hand in hand through to the bedroom. It was like our first time all over again and in a sense it was. We stood beside the bed kissing softly and it was here that I saw her first signs of nervousness. As I ran my fingers through her still damp hair I looked into her eyes. She was scared but determined. Without a word I turned her and lay her face down on the towels on the bed. She lay there rigid and it hit me again just how lucky I was to have this lady and just how much she must love me if she was willing to go through with something that scared her so much.

"Just relax baby. I think you need a nice soothing massage. Just lie there and let Barrett's Magic Fingers work all those knots out of you." And I went to work. The massage oil was scented and smelled like gardenias and as I worked it into her skin I admired the way it glistened on her toned back and shoulders. Her head was turned to the side and I watched her face as I worked her tight muscles. Gradually she started to relax and soon she was almost purring. I was straddling her upper thighs as I worked, my semi flaccid cock nestled between her magnificent ass cheeks, just an inch or so away from the object of tonight's activities. I knew she was aware of it when she began flexing her ass cheeks, effectively massaging my little soldier. Well a man can only take so much of this sort of attention before biology takes over and makes a spectacle of itself. I was rock hard in no time but I still had a mission to accomplish. Regretfully I moved down so that my now erect cock was no longer wedged between her cheeks and began massaging her legs, deliberately ignoring her gorgeous butt. That would be my grand finale before the main event.

I started at her feet, massaging the balls then the toes before moving up to her ankles then her calves. Her legs were spectacular; firmly muscled, shapely and long and massaging them was an experience that was as arousing to me as it was to her. As I worked my way up her thighs towards her gorgeous ass her breathing started to quicken and she spread her legs slightly to give my wandering hands room to move. I could see the dew gathering on the lips of her swollen pussy lips and the small brown star of her puckered anus. My cock was at attention again and I knew it wouldn't be long before she would be ready for her first ass fucking. I changed my technique; the short kneading motions becoming long, firm, sweeping strokes as I worked my hands closer and closer to her groin. Her breathing caught and she started to moan. I leaned in and swept my tongue the full length of her pussy as she arched her back, lifting her ass up and spreading herself for me. I took full advantage of the position she was in by burrowing in as deep as I could with my tongue and lapping the juice from her core. God she tasted good! What I did next surprised both of us.

Withdrawing my tongue from her pussy I immediately thrust it against the puckered rose of her asshole catching her unawares and managing to get the tip of my tongue lodged inside the tight rubbery ring of her sphincter before she clamped down in shock and screamed as her first orgasm hit her. I'd done it before but had never got past lapping the outside of an anus. This was the first time I had actually achieved penetration with my tongue. Truth be told, I wasn't sure how I felt about that, but seeing and feeling Carol's reaction, I knew it might be a recurring event. My hands gripped her hips as they jerked in spasmodic lunges back onto my invading tongue and her cries reached my ears. It was all I could do to hang on. Soon enough she came down from her climax and collapsed onto the sheets. I sat up and moved to hug her when she spun around and grabbed my head, pulling my lips to hers for a fierce kiss. There was fire in her eyes as she kissed me, sliding her tongue into my mouth to duel with mine. Finally she pulled back and once again flopped down panting on the bed... this time on her back. She looked up at me and whispered, "Fuck me... fuck my ass Glenn."

"Roll over baby and get up on your hands and knees." She quickly did as she was told and rested on her knees and elbows; her ass elevated and legs spread exposing her glistening pussy and asshole to me. Grabbing the KY from the bedside table I squeezed a liberal amount directly onto her asshole and started to rub it around using the broad flat pad of my thumb and applying more and more pressure with every circle. The way KY Warming Gel works is that when air is blown on it, it warms the skin giving the recipient an intense sensation to deal with. That was what was happening to Carol... as I applied the gel I gently blew on her asshole. Her fists gripped the sheets and her hips started to gyrate gently as she became more and more aroused. Her asshole was opening wider with every sweep now and seconds later my thumb popped through the minimal resistance of her sphincter. Carol let out a surprised hiss as my thick digit slid all the way into her asshole. Her head whipped back and she shuddered and I could feel her tight ring clamp down momentarily on my thumb before relaxing again as she pressed back against my hand.

"Yesssss! Oh God Glenn. If I'd known it felt this good I would have asked you to fuck my ass the first time we made love." Her words came out in a hoarse rasp and her breathing quickened.

"Baby this is only the beginning. I'm going to add a finger or two to this gorgeous little asshole so I can loosen you up... let me know if it gets to be too much for you and I'll stop."

"Glenn... just put that gorgeous cock into me. Do it now baby... do it... fuck my asshole!"

I wasn't going to argue and the time for talk was long past. Slowly I withdrew my thumb from her ass then applied another dollop of KY to her ass and one to the head of my cock as I rose up and knelt behind her. Gripping her lovely hips with one hand and my shaft with the other I brought the tip of my cock to her asshole... and pressed it in slowly but firmly. She was an anal virgin no longer. A long deep moan issued from her throat as her head flopped forward. I heard her breathing deepen and speed up as she dealt with the invader in her last bastion of virginity. Seconds later I was buried to the hilt in her ass. I stopped to allow her to get used to my cock before I started to fuck her. As I knelt there I gazed down at the woman I loved. She turned her head and looked up at me. Her eyes were mere slits, filled with a ferocious lust and passion but also with love. I knew that I had this woman for life. Sweat glistened on her skin and her hair hung in damp hanks. I had never seen her looking as beautiful as she did right then.




Educating the Capo Ch. 03



"Oh God Glenn... I feel so full! Fuck me darling... fuck me." Slowly I withdrew my well lubricated cock until only the head was inside her. I watched as her eyes widened and another hiss escaped her full lips. I paused for a moment then slid my cock back where it had come from. Another pause then I withdrew again. I set my rhythm as she started to moan before me; her eyes still locked on mine. In and out slowly but steadily watching her eyes as they started to flutter and her fingers gripped the sheets tighter. After a few minutes of this slow thrusting I felt her hips start to move in concert with mine slowly at first then with a little more force as she got used to the feeling and her arousal grew. I tried to maintain my composure for as long as I could but with her hips swivelling and thrusting at mine I started to lose it. I wasn't that close to cumming but I knew it wouldn't take much to tip me over the edge. I knew I could hold out long enough to make Carol cum first.

"Fuuuuck meeee!" Her scream left me in no doubt as to what she would like. I let loose ramming my hips forward hard enough to jolt her forward off her supporting elbows and onto her chest, shoulders and face. Now that her hands were free she reached back and spread herself further providing me with a sight I'll never forget as my cock impaled her tight asshole time and again and her firm ass cheeks shuddered with every forceful thrust. Every few seconds she would shudder as a small orgasm ripped through her body and I knew it was time for the big one. Reaching around and between her legs I searched for and found her engorged clit. Strumming it softly I began to pile drive her asshole, my strokes growing in intensity as she got closer to her climactic orgasm. Finally it was here... for both of us. My balls started to draw up in preparation of delivering their load into her bowels. I felt Carol go rigid and her head came up off the bed. The tendons in her neck stood out as her mouth opened in a silent scream. I pinched her clit between my fingers and held on as I savagely delivered the final stroke as my balls spewed their load deep into my lover's ass. 

Jet after jet of boiling cum left me at warp speed to fill Carol's ass as I shuddered and shook my way through my orgasm. Carol's own orgasm was spectacular. Her ass remained totally still as the rest of her upper body shuddered violently. Slowly her head dropped back down to the sheets and her hands came forward to grasp the linen so hard that I was sure her grip would tear it. Then she simply toppled forward pulling her ass off my cock and collapsed face down on the bed. There she lay... gorgeous, sweat soaked, and inert. She had passed out. Quickly I got up from the bed and still leaking cum I ran on rubbery legs to get a cold wet washcloth from the bathroom. I arrived back in time to see Carol roll over onto her back and look up at me with unfocused eyes, a tremulous smile on her flushed sweaty face. I crawled back onto the bed and began sponging her down with the washcloth. Neither of us spoke until our breathing had returned to normal. Then it was Carol who broke the silence.

"Glenn that was the single most erotic experience of my life. I can't believe I waited for so long but I'm glad I did. I'm glad it was you who popped my cherry darling." I pulled her into my arms and just lay there for the longest time, stroking her sweat dampened hair and kissing her softly.

"I love you Carol." That one simple short sentence expressed everything I wanted to say. She snuggled into my chest and drifted off to a light sleep. I knew that we'd have to shower again but I was in no hurry to break the mood. Besides Carol had earned a little rest. As I lay there I thought about our relationship. Having known her for only a few short weeks I knew it was unrealistic to be thinking about marriage. But then again, how could it be a bad thing to contemplate the possibility of spending the rest of my life with a woman as wonderful, intelligent, funny and sexy as the one currently snuggled up on my chest? After all, good solid loving relationships had been based on far less time than we'd had together. Still to all intents and purposes the point was moot. She was still a married woman. Married to a card carrying psychopath but married none the less. I let her doze for a while longer while I fantasised about changing the nature off our relationship. Finally I could delay it no longer. Gently I shook her awake.

"Come on honey. Shower time." She smiled up at me and snuggled in even closer. I could see that I was going to have trouble getting her into the shower. I took a sterner tone. "Carol it's shower time baby. C'mon... let's go." She grinned and bit my nipple. "Dammit woman... don't make me spank you!" At that her eyes widened and I felt her breath catch in her throat. What was going on here? Slowly she pulled herself away from me and stretched, making a show of it. It was like watching a sleek jungle cat stretch before going to hunt down and devour its prey... a very sensual sight.

"Maybe you should spank me. After all I have been very bad," she purred. Then she seemed to realise that she was awake. All of a sudden the sensuality went out of her pose and she quickly got up and hurried through to the bathroom. I stayed on the bed wondering what had just happened until I heard the toilet flush, then moments later the shower started, then I got up and walked through to join her.

She gave me a sheepish grin as I stepped into the shower and grabbed the washcloth and soap and started to wash her lovely body. Kissing her softly I told her again that I loved her which seemed to clear up any embarrassment. Still she was subdued for the rest of the time we spent in the shower. I felt that she was wrestling with a decision. A few times she started to speak then cut herself off. I thought that a little time on her own might help. When we finished I offered to make us some hot chocolate while she dried her hair. She jumped at the offer and I left her to her ruminations.

I took my time making the hot chocolate and when I finally entered the bedroom holding the steaming mugs Carol was in bed, the covers pulled down to her waist. She looked gorgeous wearing a very sexy low cut, diaphanous white negligee which was so sheer I could make out every detail of her gorgeous breasts. She smiled at me shyly and I could sense that I was about to learn what she had been so embarrassed about before. Passing her the mugs I clambered in beside her then reclaimed my mug. For a while we lay there sipping hot chocolate then she spoke.

"Glenn I'm sorry about what I said before." It wasn't what I had expected.

"Sorry? What for?"

"The whole spanking thing... it's just that... well I kinda... it's just that I kinda like that sort of thing." Her voice trailed off into a meek and embarrassed silence. Finally I understood.

"So you like the occasional spanking do you? Is there anything else I should know about baby? There's no need to be embarrassed. I've been around for a fair while Carol and very little shocks me love. Playing a submissive role in bed once in a while is nothing to be ashamed of. I know you're a proud tough woman so if you want to be dominated once in a while I'm damned sure I can deliver. The only thing is how far do you like to go?"

"That's the thing Glenn. I've never really experimented. When I was in college I had a brief fling with one of my tutors. He had a bit of a sadistic streak in him and one day it came out when we were in bed. Nothing major... he just decided that he would give me a spanking. At first I was as shocked as hell and struggled like a madwoman... it hurt! But then the feeling changed. It still hurt but the pain sort of morphed and became pleasure. Next thing I know I was screaming like a banshee and cumming like there was no tomorrow. Over the next few weeks he added it into our sex life gradually. Nipple clamps one week, then a paddle, then a ball gag and finally a riding crop. I really enjoyed it right up to when he started with the riding crop. He just went nuts and beat me till I was black and blue. He wouldn't stop. The more I fought him the wilder he got until I kicked him in the balls which put him down long enough for me to get away. After that I couldn't trust him and didn't see him again. I've never tried since. Mainly because I've never had anyone I could trust to try it with... until now." The whole time she was talking she kept her head down as if she was afraid she would see disgust on my face. On the contrary. I was fascinated.

"Carol look at me." She kept her head down. "Look at me baby." Finally she lifted her head to find me smiling lovingly at her. "None of this makes you abnormal baby. If it did then I must be really weird for being turned on by the story. Apart from him losing control of course. If you want to explore this side of yourself then I would be more than happy to help. But right now honey I think you should finish your hot chocolate, kiss and snuggle up to your man, and get some sleep."  

She gave me a tired, happy loving smile and did as she was told. As I turned out the lamps and cuddled down with her, I heard her soft whisper, "I love you Glenn." It was a perfect end to a magnificent day. I fell asleep with her words echoing in my head.

The aroma of fresh coffee, bacon and toast woke me next morning. As I struggled into full consciousness I winced as the curtains were drawn and the sun blazed in. From the angle of the sun I knew I had slept a lot longer than I should have. As my eyes adjusted to the light I could see Carol bustling around in a knee length satin robe. When she saw I was awake she came over to the bed and leaned down to kiss me.

"Come on stud. Up and at 'em. We have a busy day ahead of us and you have visitors. I brought you breakfast so eat it before it gets cold." With that she was gone. As the final cobwebs cleared from my befuddled brain I sat up, dreading another one of Carol's culinary experiments. To my huge surprise the toast was just right, the bacon was cooked to perfection, the eggs looked like eggs and the coffee tasted like coffee. Okay, so who was that woman and what had she done with Carol? Still I had never been one to look a gift horse in the mouth so I started to eat. It was as good as it looked and in only a few minutes I had wolfed it down. Ten minutes later I was downstairs dressed in boxers and my robe pouring myself another coffee to get the toothpaste taste out of my mouth. Manny and Maria were helping themselves to breakfast and the mystery of the perfect breakfast was solved as Maria wielded the spatula with skill and dexterity.

"Good to see you up before lunchtime boss. The boys and I were starting to think you had gone into hibernation mode... or at least become nocturnal. Mind you that wouldn't be an entirely bad thing. With you out of the way, snoring your ass off, we seem to get a bit more done around the office these days."

"Can it or I'll charge you for breakfast." He laughed and poured himself a coffee and sat down to eat the huge breakfast Maria had cooked up for him. We talked while he ate.

"Okay now that I'm awake and fairly alert, what do we have on our agenda for today?"

"We have a phone conference with the head of Richmond PD S.W.A.T. regarding our upcoming expedition. Then we need to reassign personnel to cover my work while we're in Richmond. Then we have to sort out the billing problem we have with Axess Chemicals. They're trying to duck out of the overtime charges we hit them with for the security background checks on their new lab staff. The CFO is a real pain in the ass. He needs a real reality check Glenn. The charges were more than fair but he's kicking up all sorts of shit." The CFO of Axess had been a thorn in our sides for a long time and it was getting to the stage when we would drop them as an account... like their previous two security firms had done.

"Okay, I'll deal with Axess. You can sort out who you want covering your cases... you know who would be best for that anyway. What do we need to discuss with Richmond S.W.A.T.?"

"The guy we'll be talking to is a Lee Stowers. He's a friend of Craig Miller's. We need to find out where the Richmond PD stands with us cruising into town and jumping into their case. We also need to know where we stand regarding carrying concealed weapons in Richmond. On top of all that he knows pretty much everything there is to know about the case. He's the cousin of one of Craig's new friends and has also been involved in a lot of what's been happening." I thought about it for a while. 

"Let's limit the discussion to carrying weapons and how we'll fit into the whole thing... although that shouldn't be a problem. We're just going down to see an old friend as far as they're concerned. I don't want to discuss anything else over the phone. I'd rather wait 'til we get to Richmond for anything more." Manny nodded and hurried off to make his calls to organise his replacements. Carol sauntered her way over to me and wrapped her arms around my neck. From the twinkle in her eye I knew she had something up her sleeve apart from two sexy arms.

"Glenn you might want to go and change into something a little less revealing than your boxers baby... Jenny's here." I groaned. I had totally forgotten about my physical therapy session with the small but savage Jenny. I swear that woman would have made a brilliant PT instructor in the armed services... maybe for the SEAL teams. They might have been able to keep up with her... nearly. "She's waiting out by the pool for you and says to wear your swimsuit. I might come and join you actually. It's a great morning for a swim." She was right about that. The sun was high in the cloudless sky already and it was pleasantly warm without being too hot. Still, I wasn't looking forward to today's torture session.

Torture is a great word for what I endured at the hands of Jenny. The swimming part of the morning's session was hard enough but the massage she subjected me to should have qualified her for the Marquis de Sade Sadist of the Year award. I was exhausted and aching by the time I dragged my sorry ass back upstairs for a shower, Carol trotting along beside me giving me a mini motivational speech in between gales of laughter. To make up for her incredible lack of tact she did help out in the shower and by the time I emerged I was refreshed and happy. Tolerating Jenny's torture was worth it if the pay off was going to be one of Carol's patented sponge showers every morning. Never had certain parts of me been so clean. Grabbing another coffee I wandered through to my office to find it a hive of activity. Manny was busy barking orders down the telephone and from the tone of his voice he wasn't a happy chap. Maria had her laptop out and was busy typing away as if her life depended on it.

"Shit!" Manny's bellow as he slammed the phone down in its cradle startled me enough to make me jump, spilling my coffee and scaring the hell out of Maria.

"What the hell?!" It was all I could choke out while hopping around trying to avoid being scalded by the hot coffee on my t-shirt.

"My fucking car just got blown up. We came over in Maria's car this morning. I left mine at the office. Robbie told me it was detonated about 20 minutes ago. They've called the bomb squad and evacuated the office and the rest of the offices in the block. Robbie is heading around to my place to check it out. I told him not to go inside and to call the bomb squad and get them to check out my place. I've ordered a full alert of all of our personnel and everyone has to check in at 30 minute intervals starting now. I'm gonna need Maria on the phones and you and Carol out of sight. Grab your gun boss... for the moment you're under my orders."

Suddenly the hot wet patches on my t-shirt didn't seem to matter any more. Quite rightly Manny was the boss and I reverted to client. 

"My darling husband again?" Carol was standing just inside the doorway.

"It looks like it Carol. At least we have to assume so unless we can come up with a better suspect." Carol's face showed resignation at Manny's words and for a moment I was worried that she would start to blame herself all over again... but then a look of sheer determination took over.

"That god damned son of a bitch. Let's find this prick and kill his spaghetti eating ass!" It seemed that Carol had overcome her victim mentality... in a big way. "The sooner we get this assmunch the sooner I can replace your car Manny." We looked on dumbfounded as she carried on. "Legally I'm still his wife. When he dies, I stand to inherit a tidy little sum. I figure I'll use some of the money to buy you a new car, some of it will pay for two honeymoons, mine and yours Maria, and the rest of it I figure would do the most good if I donated it to women's shelters. I mean he's made the bulk of his cash exploiting women in one way or another so I reckon it would be the ultimate irony." She was on a roll so I let her go. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed Manny and Maria's looks of incredulity turn to wide grins as Carol outlined her financial master plan. The strange thing was... the grins were aimed at me. Then it hit me.

"Two honeymoons? Yours and Maria's?" She turned and shot me an impatient look.

"Who are you kidding? You know you can't resist me. It's only going to be a matter of time before you beg me to marry you. I'll tease you for a while, pretending to weigh up my options while watching you squirm but in the end I'll say yes, we'll marry, have two children and live happily ever after." As far as mood lighteners go Chris Rock would have been hard pressed to do better on his best day. Manny and Maria were laughing hard enough to bust a gut.

"I guess I don't get a say in this do I?" I whined plaintively while struggling to contain a big ass happy grin.

"None at all so just learn to live with it. Now what can I do to help? And can I get a gun?" Two damned good questions and for once I had an answer for her immediately.

"You can jump on the phones and note down all of my staff as they call in. I need the name, location, and what task each staff member is performing when they check in. Also note the time baby. As for the gun... I think it's about time we took you shopping. We'll head in to see a friend of mine as soon as we can. He'll fit you out with something suitable." She nodded calmly and moved over to take over from Maria on the phone, grabbing a legal pad and pen as she did. I turned to Manny and Maria.

"Manny I want all of the office staff out here as soon as they can get here. Field operatives can stay on site wherever they're assigned but I want the patrols beefed up. No extra cost to the customer. Maria I want you to jump on that computer of yours and see what you can find out about the investigation into our good friend Taglioni. If that isn't possible I want all available info on this clown. I don't want to know what sources you use... just get that info. Okay Manny... I'm all yours now." And with that Carol and I became clients once more.

Manny wasted no time at all. As Carol started taking calls from field operatives Manny was contacting our office staff on his cell phone. While he was doing that I called Mike Abernethy a good friend of mine from the Major Crimes Unit who was already involved with the hunt for Taglioni.

"Jesus Glenn. When you make enemies you really go all the way don't you. This guy isn't even bothering to disguise himself. He waved at the fucking security camera... got really close and fucking waved! There is no doubt at all that the doer was Taglioni." Mike's voice betrayed his worry. "I really think this guy's cheese has slid off his cracker... he's crazy" In a way that was good news for me. When I blew him away there would be very few complaints or questions from the police. Justifiable self defence would be a slam dunk defence if it ever got as far as court.




Educating the Capo Ch. 03



"Mike I don't have a long time to chat here man, are you in charge of the investigation into the bombing?" I was sure that Mike would be out before long and we'd be able to discuss the bombing in greater detail then.

"I am Glenn... what's on your mind buddy?"

"How soon can you release my office staff? I want them out here where they can be protected. Could you arrange for them to be escorted out to my house when your crime scene folks let them go?"

"I'll see to it Glenn. I'll be coming out anyway to get a statement from Manny so I'll come out with your staff. Should be an hour or so. Gotta go buddy. The forensics team is here. See you soon." With that he rang off. 

My office staff consisted of a secretary which Manny and I shared, two typists who doubled as receptionists, and four researchers whose main job it was to dig up information as required by Manny and myself or our team of field personnel. All of them were exceptional in their chosen field of endeavour and all of them had been with me for at least three years. My company had a very stable workforce with a minimal staff turn over. I attributed this to the fact that I ran an informal ship and treated my workers with the utmost respect. The fact that I paid them considerably more than they would normally get and offered a bonus system based on profit share didn't do any harm either. 

Taglioni had already shown that he was prepared to go after anyone connected to me or Carol so I wasn't willing to take any chances with my staff or their families. When they arrived here I'd talk to each of them and see how they wanted to deal with it. I was prepared to book rooms for all of them and their families at the Holiday Inn if that's what it took to make them safe. We did work with the Holiday Inn and had a great relationship with them so bookings wouldn't be too much of a problem.

I was just reaching for my cell phone to call the Holiday Inn when it rang.

"Miller speaking."

"Hello Mr. Miller. You don't know me but I'd like the opportunity to discuss your current problem with you. I'm parked at the bottom of your drive and with your permission I'd like to come up and meet you. I'll come alone and you may feel free to search me when I get there. What do you say Mr Miller?" The voice was smooth and cultured and I got the immediate impression that the speaker was used to having his every wish obeyed. 

"Okay come on up. You alone and yes you will be searched when you reach the house. Any sign of funny business and I'll blow you away." From the corner of my eye I saw Manny grab a headset communication set from his briefcase, bolt out the French doors, gun in hand and run around the side of the house. He'd obviously heard my side of the conversation. Maria carried on with what she was doing but Carol sat stock still staring at me as I shut my cell phone and walked to the desk to grab my Beretta from the top drawer of my desk.

"Carol I think you'd better go upstairs until we know what the story is here." Surprisingly she didn't agree.

"No Glenn, I'm tired of hiding. I'm staying here with you. Who was on the phone?"

"I have no idea honey but it wasn't Taglioni." I briefly summarized the call for her as I slid a magazine into the butt of the gun and jacked a round into the chamber. The two spare mags went into my back pocket and I was ready to go. I turned to Carol. "Okay but you stick close and don't do anything. Don't tell this person anything... in fact don't say a word unless I tell you that you can. You understand honey?" She gave me a confident smile and nodded. I figured we'd have a couple of minutes before the mystery man arrived so I moved quickly, grabbing a headset communication set from my drawer and slipping it on. Essentially it was a two piece unit with an earpiece and small discrete boom microphone being one part and a transceiver unit as the other. A single wire linked them. Once it was seated comfortably I turned the transceiver unit on and was rewarded with a low crackle in the earpiece. 

"Testing... Manny you receiving me? Over."

"Five by five boss. I've got a visual on the guy on the driveway. Big guy, about six foot one, 220 lbs, dark hair, nice tan. Dressed in slacks and polo shirt. No jacket... no sign of a weapon. He reeks of money and mob boss. Just a feeling but he definitely isn't one of the good guys. Okay he knows he's being watched. He's just raised his arms to show he isn't carrying. Turning in circles as he's walking. This guy is used to this sort of situation. He's almost at the door. I'm gonna back track him and see what company he has with him. Manny out" 

"Roger that Manny. Check in regularly buddy. If I don't hear from you at least once every two minutes I'm gonna ventilate this guy. If you can't talk use the squelch button on your set. Glenn out." The squelch button was a button which when depressed sent a short burst of static through the set. It meant that he could communicate even if he couldn't talk at the time. I was ready.

Moments later I opened the door to see our visitor stepping onto the porch. Manny was correct in his assessment. This guy radiated money and power, but underlying it all was the stench of wrong doing. I kept the gun within sight but down at my side as he looked calmly at me.

"Hello Mr. Miller... hello Carol." Carol had stepped up behind me and I heard a sharp intake of breath as she saw our visitor for the first time. "I suppose introductions are in order... or would you prefer to frisk me first?"

"I'll do the search first if you don't mind. You'll find this a little embarrassing so I apologise in advance but I've learned from experience that this is a very effective way of covering a suspect while doing a search on my own. Turn around and raise your arms to the horizontal position. Good... now spread your legs." He did as he was told and seconds later emitted a harsh shocked hiss as I wedged the muzzle of my Beretta tightly into his ass crack. The search took only a few moments and revealed nothing suspicious. Stepping back I told him he could turn around. To my surprise he wore a wry grin. Definitely not what I expected.

"I'll have to recommend that technique to my men. You definitely had my attention Mr. Miller. May I come in?" Silently I ushered him into the foyer. As he stepped past me Manny's voice came through my earpiece.

"One driver and one bodyguard. The driver is in the car reading a porno mag while the gunman is sitting on the trunk reading the Wall Street Journal. I'm pretty certain they're the only ones with him but I'm gonna take another look. Over"

"Roger that Manny. Glenn out."

"I'll work my way back to the house boss. See you soon. Manny out." Our visitor was eyeing me with a bemused expression as I finished my conversation. Behind him stood Carol, looking scared but determined. Maria sat at her computer but I noticed that she wasn't paying any attention to the screen and that a Glock 19 lay on the table top beside her.

"Okay who are you and why should I be talking to you?" Calmly he moved into the lounge and sat down on the couch. I followed him, prepared to allow him a little more leeway than I would usually give a person in this sort of situation.

"My name is Carmine Frampesomi. I am the consigliere for the Pastorelli family and as such am Robert Taglioni's boss. Or rather... I was Taglioni's boss."

"By that I take it you no longer want to be associated with this psycho son of a bitch?" I wasn't going to mince words with the smiling gangster. I felt Carol move in closer behind me. "Coffee Mr. Frampesomi?" 

"Thank you that would be nice." I turned to Carol.

"Honey could you go and grab some coffee for us?" Her expression was unreadable but she nodded and gave me a quick kiss before shooting a defiant look at Frampesomi and leaving to make the coffee. I moved over to the other couch and sat down, putting my gun on the coffee table just as Manny walked into the room. I introduced Frampesomi quickly and then returned to the subject at hand.

"So you no longer wish to be associated with Taglioni? Why is that?"

"Robert is drawing too much attention. His unauthorised activities are making it hard for us to get on with business and quite frankly it's costing us a great deal of money. I want to stress right now that Taglioni's crusade is in no way endorsed by us. It is purely personal and we have nothing to do with it."

"Okay so you don't like what he's doing and it's costing you money. How is that going to help us? If you're asking us to call off the cops so you can get back to business you can forget it pal. When this piece of shit is six foot under then maybe I'll back off... until then I'm gonna use every resource available to me." Carol re-entered the room with coffee cups on a tray. We helped ourselves as Carol settled in close to my left hand side and slipped her arm around me. 

"This brings me to the reason for my visit. This is kind of unorthodox and I can't remember ever hearing about a proposal like this before. What if we helped?" I damned near choked on my coffee.

"You're offering to help us take out Taglioni?!" He nodded. "You want me to believe that you'll help us whack one of your own? What happened to the famous code of honour... of familial obligation?"

"Mr. Miller you don't seem to understand. This crusade of Taglioni's is costing us a huge amount of money and causing us major trouble. We have two options to solve this problem. The first is to eliminate you and your confederates. That would satisfy Taglioni but would leave us with a problem with the cops. Or... we could eliminate Robert. When he dies so does his link to us. The cops would have no more reason to bother us... at least not more than normal." It didn't take a brain surgeon to see that what he was proposing would be beneficial to both parties but it also raised another question.

"Okay let's say that you do help us. What's to stop you from coming after us when the heat dies down? Personally I don't want to be swapping one threat for a bigger one. What assurance can you give me that we won't become land fill?" He grinned at my wording.

"Would you accept my word in this matter? Actually the question is moot anyway as is this whole conversation. The reason for my visit is to let you know that we will be hunting Taglioni. This is basically a courtesy visit to let you know that we will be entering the game. You have my word that once this is over, you will not be bothered by us any more. Whether or not you accept that is totally up to you but think about it from our point of view. You've already been linked to death threats from a member of my family. If something happened to you the cops would be on our doorstep morning, noon and night. That is not a situation we would like." He finished his coffee and rose from the couch. "Carol give your Aunt a call. She misses you and needs to know you're okay. Also you might want to let her know you've finally met a man worthy of you. You'll make an old lady very happy." With that he turned and left, escorted out by Manny. As we heard the door close behind him Carol started to shake. She was sobbing as I pulled her into my chest and held her tight. She hadn't spoken a word during Frampesomi's visit but it had raised a lot more questions we would have to deal with.

"We can talk about this later honey. Obviously there's more to the story but it can wait... and I still love you Carol." Her grip tightened on me and a fresh wave of tears soaked my already stained t-shirt. 

"Oh Glenn I've messed up. I haven't been totally honest with you." With that she leapt up and raced from the room heading upstairs to the bedroom. As I jumped up to follow, the doorbell rang. Mike had arrived with my office staff. I wondered if he had seen Frampesomi departing. As much as I hated to do it, Carol would have to wait until I got my workers organised.

I guess I was expecting to have to deal with scared panicky office workers. What I discovered was a group of pissed off, determined, skilled team members, clutching laptops and files. Our secretary, Dianne Clarkson, summed it up for all of them.

"Boss we've talked it over and want to get back to work as soon as possible. No way is this bastard going to terrorise us! Where can we work and what can we do?" It was that easy. Maria took over and allocated spaces for everyone. Then she took charge of the researchers and gave them tasks which would take some of the pressure off her. The receptionist/typists and Dianne made themselves useful where possible, handling things like collating the information coming from the researchers and answering the phone calls from the field operatives as they went about their normal tasks. While Mike was busy taking a statement from Manny I was able to nip upstairs and see Carol. I found her sitting on the bed gazing off into nothing. Her face was streaked with tears and her eyes were red and swollen. It broke my heart to see her like that. I walked over and sat down next to her slipping my arm around her and pulling her close.

"Carol, you want to talk honey?"

"Glenn I don't know if you'll want me around after you hear what I have to say. I am so scared that I'm going to lose you."

"Carol it's going to have to be earth shaking news to make me send you away baby. To be honest I can't think of anything that would make me do that. It's time that you trust me baby."

She was silent for the longest time, gathering herself and preparing to deliver earth shattering news. Finally she took a deep breath and sat up, pushing me back slightly and looking me square in the eye.

"Carmine Frampesomi is my uncle. His wife is my Aunt Celia... my mother's sister." She lowered her eyes and sat there obviously waiting to be banished from my sight.

"It should make for an interesting wedding party then. Will we have to have Chianti on the wine list baby? It's just that I hate Chianti... I prefer a good cabernet or cabernet blend. Oh and I draw the line at Italian opera at the reception honey. We're gonna have a good contemporary dance band and that is that. No arguments will be tolerated." 

"But..." 

"Carol I said no arguments didn't I? Now what sort of start to our engagement is this if you start arguing about the first issue that comes up? How am I going to be the boss if you're going to argue with every little thing I say?"

"So it doesn't worry you?" She was smiling through the tears but there was still a trace of fear on her lovely face.

"Why should it? The old adage about not being able to choose your family is true honey. Okay so mys are going to include a top ranked member of a well known crime family... big deal. My father stole ice creams from a corner store when he was six. So you see I come from a shady genetic pool too. Carol I love you and a small detail like mobster in-laws isn't going to change that. Unless you want it to..." Carole threw herself into my arms and burst into tears again. The difference was that this time the crying was interspersed with laughter. Kisses rained down on me and it turned frantic for more than a few moments. Carol was in the process of pulling my t-shirt off me when there was a cough from the open door.

"Ummm... when you're finished there boss Mike needs to see you downstairs. I'll tell him you'll be down soon." Manny was grinning from ear to ear at my embarrassment as he disappeared back downstairs.

"Honey you're not your family. You're the woman I've fallen in love with and it's going to take a lot more than a dodgy lineage to change that. Unless you are second cousin to Ray Romano... I can't stand that guy! That would definitely be a deal breaker." She grinned.

"Well at least we agree on something today... actually two things. One: you can't live without me, and two: Ray Romano is a waste of skin. Go down and talk to Mike. I'll get myself together and I'll be down in a minute. Oh and change your shirt... some teary wench cried all over that one." I did as I was told and went down to talk to Mike pulling on my favourite Nickleback t-shirt as I went. It was turning out to be a full day. After I talked to Mike I still had to deal with the asshole over at Axess Chemicals and call Lee Stowers from Richmond S.W.A.T. On top of that I had to take Carol into town to get her a gun along with all the permits and paperwork that would necessitate. I needed more coffee.

"So Mike... what do we know about the bombing today?" We were sitting in the lounge drinking coffee while all around us chaos reigned. Phones rang, keyboards clicked and busy people discussed the information they were gathering. Mike looked around in admiration at my co-workers in top gear.

"Semtex shaped charge, remotely detonated. We found parts of the detonator and switch mechanism. As you know Semtex is as common as dirt these days so that's not going to be any help at all. The fact is since we already know the perpetrator all the forensic evidence will only become useful if and when we get him to court. I have this strange feeling that he won't make it that far though. I'm not going to tell you not to shoot his ass Glenn... just be careful man. Did you know he spent time in the Green Berets during Desert Storm? Taglioni is a bit more dangerous than what everyone is giving him credit for." Carol had told me about his Army background so it didn't come as a major shock. It did explain his proficiency with explosives though.

"Mike he has to have a helper here. I mean he has to have someone sheltering him and helping out with contacts for the things he needs. The Semtex for instance. Okay so it's common in the underworld but he still has to have a contact to get it for him doesn't he?" Mike made a few notes in his notebook and we discussed it a little more. I agreed to put one of my people onto trying to track underworld explosives dealers. Theoretically we would have a better chance at getting a result than the police due to the nature of our work. Soon Mike said that he had to get back to the office. I mentioned that I had a call to make to Richmond PD S.W.A.T. and that got his attention big time.

"Hey I have an old friend there. We were in the Academy together. Lee Stowers. I think he's a lieutenant now. What... what's wrong?" He caught my astonished look.

"The cop I have to contact is Lt. Lee Stowers. Wanna stick around and say hello?" I'd never seen Mike as flummoxed as he was at that moment. Quickly I cleared everyone out of my office except Manny, Mike and myself and dialled the number I had for Lee Stowers. Putting the call on speaker we sat back and waited for Stowers to answer.

"Stowers here." He sounded harried.

"Lieutenant Stowers my name is Glenn Barrett. I was told to call you regarding a trip we're going to be making to Richmond on behalf of Craig Miller."

"How you doing Barrett? Tell me... do you always talk like you're giving evidence in court? My name's Lee or just Stowers. I was expecting your call so how can I help you Glenn?" I laughed at his very casual attitude. Mike stepped in.

"Show some professionalism Stowers. Jesus man how the hell did you ever make it to Lieutenant? They must have a pretty shitty standard down there in Richmond." It rapidly degenerated into a good natured slanging match with barbs being thrown from both sides.

"Abernethy? My god... what the hell are you doing out on your own? They letting you use a real gun yet? Good god Barrett... don't trust your safety to this man. Get your ass to Richmond as soon as you can. Let a real police department take care of you." The laughter was a good release for all of us.

"Lee we'll be arriving on Friday or Saturday. I just wanted to touch base with you on what our status will be regarding carrying weapons in your fine city. Everything else can wait until we get there."

"You're a licensed security operator with permits to carry. I can't see a problem with it to be honest. I'll check out the relevant local laws and have it sorted for you by the time you get here. Just try to stick to handguns and we won't have too many problems. Craig already has the rest of it covered. He has a few good things to say about you and your operation so I'm looking forward to meeting you."




Educating the Capo Ch. 03



"So we won't be stepping on any toes by coming to town?" It was one of my main concerns. I didn't want to put anyone's nose out of joint.

"Glenn what Craig and Stevie need now is someone who can watch the store and do things that I can't. I'm hamstrung by the fact that I'm an officer of the law... you're not. Listen man I have to get going. We've got a small problem here that I need to iron out. Some idiot has barricaded himself into a bank and is threatening to kill hostages unless we give him what he wants. I'll see you when you get here. Mike we'll have to catch up soon man... it's been way too long buddy." And with that he rang off.

Still chuckling Mike got up and made for the door. 

"Hold on a second Mike. I'm taking Carol into town later to sort out a handgun for her. What are the chances of getting a rush job on a permit to carry? I know you normally need a 14 day waiting period but you've got to admit there is a kind of urgency on this one. She's had firearms training and Manny and I will give her a refresher before we give her the weapon."

"I don't see a problem. I'll call you from the office once I've got it sorted. In the meantime go and buy the gun. Register it under your name so that will cut down the paperwork. I've gotta go guys. I'll call you when I have Carol's permit sorted out. Make sure she brings some ID when you come to pick it up."

Ten minutes later I was immersed in a heated discussion with the CFO of Axess Chemicals. Carol entered the office just as I was being my normal subtle self with the pompous little dweeb.

"Put it this way Mr. James. You have a reputation for this sort of thing. We are the third security firm you've tried to pull this shit with. We took you on as a client despite the warnings we got from colleagues at your former security consultants. Now my advice to you is pay the invoice by the end of the day or I'll personally put the word out about you. You'll effectively be black balled in the security community. If you doubt that I have the weight to actually do it, try me... call my bluff. Then after I've done that I'll call Leon Carter. You know Leon Carter don't you? Yes the chairman of your board of directors. He's a damned good friend of mine. I taught him to shoot and we play golf on a regular basis. Pay the invoice Mr. James and don't ever be late paying one of our invoices again. If you are you'll find yourself in security hell. Have a nice day... goodbye." Gently I replaced the phone on its cradle and heaved a happy satisfied sigh. Grabbing Carol I planted a big kiss on her full moist lips.

"You ready to go into town baby? We're going to outfit you with your own gun. Now are you sure about this?"

"Hell yes. I figure that I need to be able to protect myself. Plus I'm sick of being the victim. I want to be able to hit back. Just let me grab my bag." She raced off upstairs nearly bowling Manny over as he came into the office. 

"I just got a call from Mr. James's secretary assuring me that the Axess invoice will be paid by the end of business today. You've still got that debt collection gene boss. So when do you want to get going?"

"No we should be okay Manny you stay here. We should be back by five and if we're going to be any later I'll call you." I could see he was unconvinced but I wasn't going to live life as a shut-in afraid of my own shadow. On a professional level what I was doing was reckless but it was something I needed to do and in reality a calculated risk. After Taglioni's fun and games with Manny's car I figured it would be a while before he raised his ugly head again. All this I conveyed to Manny in my most soothing voice but he wasn't accepting it.

"Glenn you are the principal here. I am the protector. Contrary to Hollywood films, the principal does not dictate terms to the protector. The protector tells the principal what is and is not acceptable. Now you will delay your trip for another ten minutes until Robbie gets here to take over from me. Then I'll drive you into town. That my friend is the last word on the subject. I'll wait in the car." He turned and walked out. There was no arguing with Manny... especially when he was right. Carol showed up a couple of minutes later looking good enough to eat in a mid thigh denim skirt with a tank top and denim jacket. Three inch heels and a large denim shoulder bag completed the ensemble. 

The trip to town was spirited as we discussed what sort of handgun would be suitable for Carol. Luckily she knew a bit about handguns and was able to laughingly turn down Manny's suggestion of a .50 calibre Desert Eagle with an eight inch barrel. Mind you she also pooh poohed my suggestion of a .23 calibre two shot Derringer. She was adamant that a nice Glock would suit her wardrobe. On the way into town Manny mentioned he needed to check in with the Crime Scene techs at the office very quickly. We arrived at the office just in time to see the crime scene people supervising the loading of Manny's car onto a flatbed trailer for transport to the police garage where it would be thoroughly examined, photographed and tagged as evidence. The car was a write off; a burnt out shell of what used to be a nice sedan. We wasted no time in examining the wreck. We weren't forensic scientists and wouldn't know what we were looking for anyway. One thing was for sure. Taglioni had gone for overkill when planting the charge. He obviously wasn't faced with a Semtex shortage. Manny talked briefly with the tech in charge then returned to the car.

"Semtex has just been confirmed as the explosive but what is weird is that it was radio detonated. Why would he blow up a car with no one in it? It doesn't make sense. After we've finished at Frogger's I want to come back and check a few things in the database. It'll only take half an hour or so... you can show Carol your princely domain while I work." He grinned.

Ten minutes later we were entering Frogger's Gun Shack. God knows how he got the nickname but I'd never known him as anything but Frogger. Strange name or not, the man knew his weaponry. So it was with long suffering sighs and much rolling of the eyes that he listened to Manny's and my recommendations for Carol's handgun. 

"Carol I have to say... you seem like an educated woman. A woman of class and distinction, witty and charming with more than your fair share of beauty. So please tell me why you're hanging around with these morons?" Carol giggled and threw me a merciless evil grin before answering him.

"Frogger I have to admit I'm only sticking with Glenn for his body. He's a great lay and rich enough to support me in a manner to which I plan to become accustomed. Aside from that... well I'm as puzzled as you." Frogger laughed then surprised Carol by tossing her an empty magazine without warning which she managed to catch. 

"Okay so you're a natural right hander." He was back in business mode. I'd seen his method before and stood back to leave Carol to his tender mercies. Over the next few minutes he asked her questions about her handgun experience, tested the strength of her grip and talked to her about her every day wardrobe of choice. Only when he was satisfied with her answers did he begin pulling boxes of guns from behind his counter.

"Okay Carol the way I see it you need an automatic. Now a lot of retailers would try to sell you a small frame auto which is a tactic I loathe. Basically they are pandering to the belief that a woman can't handle a large frame auto which in a lot of cases is true. However I believe you have the strength to handle a large frame auto which is great from the respect that you won't be sacrificing any barrel length for the sake of style or prejudice. We still have to be mindful of size in one respect. Whatever you end up with has to be concealed in your purse, handbag or clothing. That means it has to be readily accessible. Frankly a shoulder holster is not a viable option for you. Your breasts are too big." He flushed bright red when he announced this and Manny and I hooted with laughter. Carol turned to me with a sweet smile and reminded me that in a short time she would be armed and in need of target practice. Frogger struggled on manfully.

"I have a few of weapons in mind for you. What we'll do is let you try them out in the shooting range and see which one suits you best. The first is the Glock 27. Then we have the Beretta .380 Cheetah, and finally there is the Glock 23. Now the two Glocks' are both .40 calibre which is a brand new favourite of mine. It's a hefty round but I'm sure you can handle it." Frogger was off and running doing what he did so damned well. The man knew more about weaponry than any three people I knew and his method for dealing with nervous customers ensured that in seconds Carol was enthralled. She watched and listened intently as Frogger brought the weapons out and laid them on the counter top in front of her. The Beretta was eliminated immediately because Carol found it uncomfortable... probably the best reason I've ever heard for rejecting a handgun. If you're not comfortable with the weapon how are you going to use it effectively? As he replaced the Beretta in its box and put it back on the shelf he paused for a minute and then brought down another weapon.

"Try this one Carol. It's a Smith and Wesson 410S. Once again it's a .40 calibre but I think you'll find the grip on this gun really comfortable." As soon as she picked up the weapon I knew he had a sale... as long as the calibre wasn't too heavy for her. Putting the S&W down she tried the Glocks again one by one, comparing the feel to that of the Smith and Wesson.

"Okay it looks like you've got a favourite. What we'll do now is take these three through to the shooting range and see how they feel to shoot." He grabbed a box of .40 calibre rounds and picked up the guns placing the whole lot in a supermarket style basket and leading us through to the shooting range.

Carol turned out to be a very impressive shot. She was no Annie Oakley but I was confident that she could hit whatever she was aiming at and with the size of the rounds her target was not about to wince, roll into cover, light himself a smoke and come out guns blazing. He was gonna go down... hard. She had no trouble whatsoever with the recoil which was another indicator that I was in love with a strong fit woman. Her shooting was markedly better with the Smith and Wesson so the choice was made. Now the only thing we had to worry about was how she was going to carry it. Frogger had a simple solution. Walking back to the counter with the guns and remaining rounds in the shopping basket he detoured by a holster display and selected a black Nylex holster for the gun.

"The holster is for when you want to carry it a little more accessibly but for day to day use it will fit quite nicely into your shoulder bag. Glenn is gonna show you how to use that thing safely. Listen to everything he has to say and make sure you put his lessons into practice. I hate visiting friends in hospital... and going to funerals. Now all we have to do is check out your permit to carry a concealed weapon and you're good to go." Frogger was a stickler for the rules and regulations involved in gun sale regulation. 

"If you can give me a minute I'll call Mike Abernethy and see how that's coming along." A quick call to Mike from my cell phone confirmed that the permit hadn't been a problem and he offered to fax a copy through to Frogger. From there the transaction took only a few minutes. Frogger repacked the gun, checked that the cleaning kit was complete, and threw in the holster, a couple of boxes of ammo and a spare magazine. Manny and I took the opportunity of stocking up on ammo while we were there too. My MasterCard took a hammering but it was a worthwhile investment. We still had to call in at the office again before heading home and by the time we got there the Crime Scene techs had finished and the only visible evidence of this morning's bombing was the scorched asphalt where Manny's car used to sit and a few minor impact craters in the concrete walls of the building. Using his keycard Manny opened up the building for us before going through to his office. I figured I'd show Carol around the operation starting with the secure equipment area. We didn't make it any further. I was half way through a very enthusiastic explanation of the benefits of Kevlar body armour when I heard a 'snick' from behind me followed by her voice as she stepped away from the now locked door. 

"Glenn could you come over here and help me with this?" I turned to find her leaning against the bench running the length of the room. Her skirt was up around her waist and her fingers were spreading her moist pussy lips, showing me the wet folds in detail while her free hand held her little black g-string out of the way. My cock immediately began to rise as I walked over to her.

"What seems to be the problem Carol?" My voice was full of concern as I advanced on the gorgeous blonde.

"I have this hot spot that needs cooling off. You think you can help me?" Her sexy little pout didn't do anything to reduce my rising temperature.

"Let's have a good look at the problem shall we?" She grinned and then moaned as I slid a finger deep into her wet pussy and kissed her hard. Her arms wrapped around me and pulled me close as my finger stirred her slick depths. 

"Oh god baby... fuck me... please..." Her voice was hoarse with passion and need. A few quick movements on my part and her jacket was a pile of denim on the floor and her breasts were out over the top of her tank top. By then her hips were undulating in an unconscious thrust and withdrawal against my probing finger and she was panting into my mouth as our passionate kiss continued. I knew this wasn't going to be a marathon effort. Slowly I slipped another finger into her wet pussy, then a third. Carol moaned and her knees buckled for a moment before she seemed to gather her strength and push me away.

The expression on her face was wild and wanton as she slowly slid down the face of the cupboard doors that made up the frontage of the work bench. Her eyes locked with mine, she came to a stop in a squat; her legs spread and a lascivious look on her gorgeous flushed face. Reaching up she unzipped me and pulled my hard cock from its material confines. Stroking my hard cock she licked her lips.

"Fuck my mouth Glenn. Use it like a cunt baby... I want to taste you." Her voice was a low, breathless growl inviting no argument and she would get none from me. With a growl of my own I directed my cock to her full moist lips and slid it in deep. Carol's moan sent a thrilling vibration through my shaft and straight to my full balls. Without pause I got a rhythm going. Slow at first then building in pace, taking her words as a guide and fucking her mouth. Carol's hands dropped to between her thighs where she started to play with her wet pussy. It was an incredible sight from an awesome vantage point; looking down on the action I could see the tendrils of saliva clinging to my engorged cock as it slid in and out of her clinging lips, then down further to her rock hard coral coloured nipples on her swaying firm breasts, and finally her fingers digging deeply into her superheated crotch as she drove herself closer to orgasm. Her body was pressed firmly against the cupboard doors and my fingers wound through her hair kept her head steady as I fucked her face, the tip of my cock hitting the back of her throat with every thrust, then going deeper. I was going deeper into her throat with every thrust and my lady was taking it all with gusto!

The pace was already frantic when Carol stepped it up a notch. With one hand she grabbed a handful of my still clothed butt cheek and pulled me steadily and firmly deep into her throat. In seconds her nose was buried in my pubic hair and pressed against my pubic bone. The swallowing action of her throat muscles very quickly brought me right to the brink of climax. Then she really blew my mind. Her tongue slipped out of her mouth along the underside of my hard cock and slid wetly over my balls. It was the last straw. With a bellow I exploded... great gouts of cum bursting from the head of my cock and straight down her throat. Quickly she drew back as spasm after spasm forced more cum from my jerking cock and filled her mouth. Through the fog of my senses I heard a high pitched keening which I soon realised was Carol reaching her orgasm at the end of her busy fingers.

As the post orgasmic convulsions wracked my body I looked down to meet the aroused gaze of my lover. My still hard cock distended her lips and cum spilled from her lips and dribbled down her chin as she slowly coasted down from her own climax. Gently I disengaged from her and dropped to my knees in front of her just in time to see her use her tongue and fingers to scoop what was left of my cum into her mouth and lick her lips with a satisfied grin. Both of us were still fully dressed with the exception of Carol's jacket. Her breasts were still out of her tank top and my cock jutted flaccidly from my open fly... all in all we were fairly well dishevelled. Carol leaned into me and kissed me softly, wrapping her arms around me again. For a while we just stayed there wrapped in each other, kissing and caressing. The soft subtle knock on the door told us it was time to go. It also told me that our activities hadn't gone undetected. Manny's grin when I opened the door a few minutes later let me know that I should have made sure that the closed circuit video camera was off before Carol and I had made out like bandits. The monitors for the internal security system were on the wall of his office and were always on. The feed from the cameras went directly onto hard drive where it was stored for a week before the content was deleted or burned to disc depending on the circumstances. I made a mental note to burn a disc for future viewing pleasure.

"We'd better get going Glenn. It'll be dark soon and I really don't want to be driving back home in the dark. I was planning on stopping off and grabbing some takeout Italian food for the troops on the way home. I've called ahead and we'll be feeding seven staff, Maria, me and you two. I'll put it on the company card." 

"That sounds like a good plan Manny," said Carol as she walked with us to the main door of the building. "I'm starving!" Manny's spluttering laughter at her comment only confused her for a moment before she caught onto the fact that we had been caught. Her blush was a thing of beauty. "All right so maybe I'm not as hungry as you two but I'm still hungry." 

It had been a long day full of positives and negatives. I felt overloaded with information and emotion. Suddenly weary I climbed into the back of the car and in no time I was asleep while Carol and Manny chatted in the front. I slept right through the takeout stop and only woke up when we pulled up at home. The smell of hot Italian food filled the car and instantly made me hungry.

Ten minutes later we were all digging into lasagne, fettuccine, ravioli, and various other tasty dishes picnic style on a blanket spread out on the floor of the great room. The chatter was animated and friendly with most people staying away from the major topic of the day, Manny's car being destroyed. Instead I found myself coming under scrutiny from my staff. We had always been a close knit and fairly informal bunch so it came as no surprise to find myself the target of some very good natured ribbing.

"So when is the wedding Boss?" This seemingly innocent enquiry from Dianne Clarkson was the trigger that got the ball rolling.

"Yeah and do we all get an invite?" "What do you get the couple who have it all?" "Can we charge gift costs to our expense accounts?" All very good questions to which I had no answers as I squirmed under the scrutiny. Thankfully Carol took over.




Educating the Capo Ch. 04



With only a couple of days left before we left for Richmond, there were a lot of things we had to iron out before our departure. The division of labour was easy; Manny attacked the logistical aspects of the work that would be done in our absence, sorting out assignments and staffing for the jobs which were already on the books and freeing up assets for any work that would come our way while we were gone.

Our secretary, Karen Wilde, would relocate to temporary premises with the rest of the office staff and run things from there until we were sure that there was no longer any threat to their safety. Karen would be in daily contact with me or Manny while we were in Richmond. Current assignments would be maintained and the patrol numbers would be beefed up. Manny and I had discussed the possibility of Taglioni attacking us through our clients so the beefed up patrols made a lot of sense.

Maria spent the two days before we left slaving over a hot keyboard. She worked from the moment she got up until it was time to stop for dinner, then she would go back to her computer as soon as dinner was over and work for a couple more hours. To maintain the security of our little team Manny and Maria moved into the house with Carol and me for the two days we had left before going to join Craig in Richmond.

My major task was getting things ready for our trip to Richmond. It was probably the easiest job of all. Manny and I already had field packs organised. These consisted of weaponry, communications equipment, first aid gear and lots of other useful gadgets that could come in handy in any given situation. I spent a lot of time checking the contents of our kits then revising and expanding the gear list after lengthy conversations with Craig, Lee Stowers, and Manny. A quick visit to Frogger gave me a contact in Richmond I could rely on to get me anything we would need in the way of firepower and a call to a couple of contacts in electronics companies gave me some gadgetry that I felt would come in very useful. The Old Boy network was alive and well and flourishing on the East Coast.

In our phone conversations Craig gave me a pretty detailed list of what resources he had available to him and I had to admit I was impressed. For a man who had been in the country for less than a month he had managed to organise a fairly impressive sort of arsenal. Still it didn't hurt to be overstocked so I made up a pack for Craig as well. A lot of the items that went into the field packs came from our regular stocks. The rest were items that Manny and I had picked up over the years and put away for a rainy day. The shit storm we were in at the moment definitely qualified as a rainy day. Our first minor logistical hiccup came after I had finished assembling the field packs. Prior to 9-11, transporting the weaponry and other assorted gear would have been easy. I would have just crated the lot and had it flown with us to Richmond nestled comfortably in the cargo hold. All of that changed the day the Twin Towers toppled. Now even crating the weapons and sending them as cargo was out. They would have to go ahead by car or we would all have to travel by car. The more I thought about it the better it sounded. It would give us another set of wheels and I'd feel more comfortable travelling with the field packs. We were breaking federal laws transporting firearms across state lines anyway so why not do it in style. I put my idea to my travelling companions over dinner that night.

"Damned good idea boss. I guess that's why you get the big bucks," was Manny's laconic reply. The ladies were equally enthusiastic.

"We could make it a honeymoon rehearsal!" was Carol's gleeful response. 

"I was going to suggest dinner at McDonalds followed by a night in one of those No-Tell motels for our honeymoon but if you insist I guess we could do a road trip. How about a tour of our favourite East Coast bars? Manny and I know lots of sleazy dives up and down the coast. Actually we could combine the experience and eat at Mickey Dee's and stay in a different roach palace every night. Sound idyllic honey?" One day I'm gonna learn to watch for her lethal punches. 

"A five star RV, fully kitted out for at least two weeks luxury sight seeing… for two," was her retort as I sat and rubbed the developing bruise on my bicep. "I have no idea what plans Manny and Maria have but I plan to have you all to myself for the duration. By the end of our honeymoon I'm betting I'll nearly have you trained. What do you think Maria?"

"Honey I wouldn't hold your breath. I've been working on Manny for years now and I'm only just getting him close to where I want him." Manny visibly winced then manfully tried to change the subject.

"So where do you want to go for your honeymoon baby?" 

"Ask me when this is all over lover. But I think that Carol is onto something here. We've been overseas plenty of times and there are a lot of places right here in America that I'd love to see. Renting an RV and just driving wherever we want when we want sounds damned nice. And if we got sick of the road we could check into a hotel for the night." 

Actually this was sounding better and better all the time. But there were more current issues to be dealt with before we could relax and plan honeymoons. And, as I reminded myself, I still had to buy an engagement ring. 

"Okay fellow engaged persons… let's get this trip organised and our problems solved before heading off to the nearest Elvis Presley Drive Thru Wedding Chapel. I hear they give you a wedding breakfast of peanut butter and banana sandwiches with every double wedding." This got a weak laugh and really didn't deserve much more. "I say we leave mid day Thursday. We can drive until we're tired and then check into a motel. Any objections?" None were forthcoming so the trip was a done deal. 

After dinner I found myself on my own for once. Carol and Maria had wandered off to discuss weddings and Manny had a few last minute preparations to attend to in town. I poured myself a scotch and sat down at the keyboard of my computer. It had been a long time since I had seen Craig and I was curious about what to expect. I soon found myself on the internet browsing articles about cocaine manufacture and mercenary operations in Colombia. What I read wasn't pretty and I spent a long time wondering how the experience had affected Craig. 

During the 80's and 90's the Colombian government had battled to contain the swiftly growing drug trade which had turned cocaine into Colombia's second largest export, and by far its most lucrative. Help was offered by the British government who sent detachments of Special Air Service troops to train Colombian police and Army personnel in jungle warfare and counter insurgency tactics. The American government sent in the DEA and units from various branches of the armed forces to assist as well. The Colombians rationalised that with all the assistance from these tried and true military units there was no way they could lose. They were wrong. The bare fact of the matter was that no matter how many outside agencies they involved in the drug problem, there were still two things they hadn't counted on. 

The first was that the military and agencies like the DEA still had rules they had to adhere to. Rules of engagement that couldn't be broken, agency protocols that couldn't be circumvented no matter what the final outcome. The Cartels had no such rules. They were free to play the game as they wanted and made up the rules as they went, changing them as circumstances demanded. It was fair to say that there were no rules for the Cartels. They had one goal. Manufacture and distribute cocaine for as much money as possible. Human resources were always expendable. If one soldier died there were plenty more where that man came from. The slums of Bogotá and Medellin were filled with men willing to do what ever it took to earn a buck. Security specialists could be bought for a few hundred thousand dollars from the US, Britain, Cuba or any number of countries. Men with intensive military training such as myself and Craig could be hired anywhere. Not everyone who left the armed forces had a conscience. Manuel Noriega's private army had men from all over the globe. In fact it resembled a mini French Foreign Legion with men from Europe, the America's, Southern Africa and even Australia. They held one allegiance and one allegiance only… to the sizeable pay check Noriega slipped under their pillows at the end of the day. Which brought me to the second factor in the Cartel's military dominance in the jungles. Money.

The drug Cartel operating in Colombia had financial resources that a lot of small countries would have gone to war to attain. Not quite as financial as the Colombian government they had the fiscal advantage of not having to worry about using their budget to support and run a nation. They didn't have to worry about funding social programs, medical care, or schooling. They didn't have to worry about anything a government had to be concerned about. Each drug lord ran his fiefdom as a private concern, throwing money at whatever problem may come along as he saw fit. Occasionally a problem big enough to concern all the drug lords in one area would rear its head and the Cartel would combine resources to eradicate the problem. In-fighting was rare and was usually mediated by the other members of the Cartel… or in rare situations a side would be chosen and the unlucky Cartel boss would have his assets liquidated… permanently. In these cases it would be something spectacularly brutal to illustrate the power of the Cartel.

The fact that money talks was never more apparent than in the ranks of the Colombian police and armed forces. Corruption was rife and was a problem that made containment of the Cartels a near impossible task. Those the Cartels couldn't buy ended up dead. Kidnapping and brutal murder became a Colombian national pastime. And through it all the Cartels flourished. So the Colombian government tried a new tack. They hired mercenaries to spearhead jungle operations. Backed up by intelligence assets from CIA and DEA, ostensibly in the country on an 'advisory' basis the mercenaries from companies with solid reputations like Executive Solutions and Phoenix Securities made money and headway in the jungles and highlands of Colombia. 

It didn't take me long to find my first online reference to Craig in the Colombian newspapers. Major Craig Miller had led a small band in a daring successful raid on a large drug manufacturing compound with spectacular results. There was a photo with the story and I got my first glimpse of my old comrade at arms. The years had been very good to Craig. The photo was a candid shot catching him in profile talking animatedly to a couple of his men. The streaked camouflage cream on his face couldn't disguise the fact he was still a good looking man. He had obviously packed on a fair bit of muscle since I knew him. Dressed in woodland pattern camouflage fatigues with a Special Forces tactical vest, Craig was well armed with a Beretta 9mm in a low ride thigh holster and a Heckler and Koch G3 slung muzzle down over his shoulder. A large knife was sheathed hilt down on the left side of his vest and I could detect the tell tale bulges of grenades and magazines in the pockets of his vest. A throat mic and earpiece told me he was up to speed on the latest on tactical communications gear. All in all he looked more than capable which is how I remembered him. The caption below the picture identified him only as a military advisor.

I googled Craig and discovered more than I could have hoped for. It still amazed me how much information was out there on the web just waiting to be discovered by anyone with patience and an internet connection. Craig had worked for a firm called Griffon Security based in San Diego. I was aware of the firm but not familiar with them so that was my next mission. Google again provided me with information on the company. From the information provided I discovered that Griffon provided everything from close quarters personal protection right through to combat teams… and everything in between. Their recruitment page was particularly interesting. They stated that they were only interested in military personnel with more than 6 years service who had attained rank over the level of corporal and who had Special Forces training. Candidates had to have a clean military disciplinary record and no felony convictions on their civilian record. They must also have a clean financial slate. There was a paragraph at the bottom notifying prospective recruits that a full police background check would be performed and if it showed anything suspect that wasn't declared on the application the applicant would be dismissed immediately. So it looked as if the company was serious in recruiting only the best. They had certainly got their moneys worth out of Craig. 

"Am I disturbing you Glenn?" I was so engrossed in my reading I hadn't heard Carol come in.

"No actually I was just seeing what I could find on the net about Craig and what he was involved in down in Colombia. Have you got the wedding all planned baby?" She grinned and walked around the desk plonking herself down on my lap and nearly tipping us out of the chair in the process.

"Honey I have it all worked out. You'll be dressed in a cute little page boy outfit in pale pinks and other assorted pastels complete with stockings, buckled shoes and knee breeches."

"Yeah like that's gonna happen," I laughed after first checking to see if she was joking or not.

"So tough guy… what did you find?"

It took only a few minutes to bring Carol up to speed on what I'd discovered. Then I showed her the picture of Craig I'd found. 

"Good looking guy," she said with more than a hint of mischief. "Did you find any more photos?"

Google was employed once more and it took us only a few minutes to find a few more pics of Craig. All of them were post action shots which made sense. Craig was a walking talking poster boy for the military way of life. Carol studied one picture in detail. It was a full frontal shot of Craig looking straight into the camera.

"He looks so sad. No sad isn't the word… distant? Does that make sense honey? It's in his eyes." 

"Yeah it does make sense. Combat veterans in the Vietnam War called it the Thousand Yard Stare. You got it after being exposed to the horrors of combat continuously. That's what Craig has there."

Carol was quiet for a long time then said, "Can you tell me what he was like when you knew him?"

"Craig was one of the best soldiers I have ever known. He's also one of the best men I know. He was always the life and soul of the party. I remember one time Manny, Craig and I came back into camp well after curfew as drunk as lords. Craig decided that the night wasn't quite over and talked us into helping out on his version of the old fashioned panty raid on the women's barracks. On the way in he stopped at the master fuse box and turned off the mains. Now this was a risky move in itself but it turned out that all the occupants were already asleep. We went from room to room turning on every electrical appliance we could find. TVs, stereos, hair dryers… anything that would make a noise. Then we left. On the way out Craig flipped the switch. We ran like the hounds of hell were after us while all hell broke out behind us. Lights came on, stereos blared, TVs and hair dryers came to life and near on 30 scantily dressed female soldiers exited the barracks by the nearest exit. It was hilarious." Carol was laughing her ass off which caused the aforementioned ass to move around nicely on my lap. 

"Then there was the Mystery of the Fishy Corvette. We had an officer fresh from West Point who thought he was God's gift to Special Forces. He made life a living hell for a few of the boys so Craig decided he needed to even the score. This young officer had one prized possession. An '83 convertible Corvette. We'd see him out polishing the beast almost daily. Craig requisitioned a fish… yeah that's right… a fish. The fish ended up fastened securely up under the driver's seat of the Corvette in between the springs and the upholstery. It didn't take long in the summer for this fish to start to rot and the smell to spread. Soon the putz couldn't drive it the smell was so bad. It didn't even occur to this genius to check under his seats. That was the start of a short successful campaign waged by Craig against this young jerk. His superiors soon became aware that something was going on and he was transferred out soon after Craig dosed his underwear with strong liniment. Craig did it for the sake of the young guys in the unit who were being bastardized by this prick. He had this incredibly well developed way of championing the underdog." Carol's laughter had continued unabated while I told the story and her movements on my lap had managed to waken my slumbering dick which had popped up to say hello much to her delight. As she reached between her legs and started to massage my hardening prick I continued my story.

"As far as his soldering abilities went… well Manny and I were damned good. You had to be to get into Special Forces, but Craig was in a league of his own. He was an expert marksman and could have taught sniping. His fieldcraft was next to none… if he was hunting you in the woods at night you might as well have just shot yourself and save the suspense. Demolitions, communications, counter insurgency work… he took to them like the proverbial fish to water. Promotion came easily to him and he made sergeant quicker than anyone else in a peacetime army. He was offered officer training but for some reason turned it down time and again. Personally I thought he should have done it. He would have made an awesome officer but the army needed top NCOs as well… and he was the best." Carol was happily playing with my gear stick at this stage and as I paused and took a sip of my Scotch she upped the stakes by unzipping my fly and dragging my hard cock out into the cool evening air. I was keen to see where this was gonna go.

"Craig took his job very seriously. Training new personnel was a job he was manic about. He knew that what he taught them could mean the difference between life and death. So he was brutal about his teaching. If he came across a potentially great soldier he spent all the time possible with them. Anyone who showed any laziness or disinterest he washed out straight away. I know it sounds draconian but he knew that one weak link could destroy an entire squad. He was a hard bastard to please but there are a hell of a lot of guys out there who are alive because he was hard on them. I know for a fact that if I wanted to I could raise a complete platoon of men willing to help Craig out solely because they owe him their lives and respect the fact that he was hard because he had to be. Craig inspired instant loyalty and respect." It was becoming increasingly difficult to talk due to the massage my cock was getting at the hands of my gorgeous fiancée. I thought I should finish my summary of my old friend off quickly then get upstairs where we could consummate the act Carol was leading up to.

"If I have to sum Craig up in a few words I would say he is a decent, honorable man who is incredibly loyal, honest and a great friend. Now…" I didn't get the rest out because Carol chose that moment to lift her skirt, pull the now damp crotch of her panties to one side and sink down on my cock. All I could do was moan as the hot slick vice that was my lover's pussy enveloped me. She lacked leverage as her feet didn't reach the floor but made do with her arms wrapped round my neck. Slowly she raised and lowered herself on my rampant cock driving me slightly crazy and raising my body temperature more than a few degrees. This was going to be one of Carol's special long slow fucks that drove me completely out of my tiny mind. Her low moan told me she was seated comfortably and probably enjoying herself; the tiny gyrations of her hips confirmed my assumption. Slowly she leaned in and grabbed my head, pulling me close for one of her scorching long slow kisses. As our tongues entwined and wrestled for dominance of my mouth I slid my hand up under her tank top and cupped her perfect naked breast feeling the nipple come fully erect under my palm. She moaned again as I gripped the nipple between finger and thumb and slowly began to roll it. This always managed to light her pilot light.




Educating the Capo Ch. 04



"Oh fuck… you know me so well baby." Her voice was more than a little breathy as she increased the rotation of her hips on my hard cock. For my part I just leaned back and relaxed as my lover did the driving. 

Her movements were becoming more frantic as she raced toward what I knew would be the first of many orgasms tonight. Carol has been blessed with the ability to come many times in one session and often wore herself out on the end of my cock or tongue. There is only so much of this exquisite torture that I could take and it wasn't long before I gave up being a passive passenger and decided to help out. My hips rose and fell matching her spasmodic thrusts as we rocketed towards a mutual climax. 

"Oh God Glenn… I'm gonna cum baby… cum with me… you ready? Cum with meeeeee…." That was it. Both of us dissolved into one giant orgasmic puddle as I felt her cunt clamp down on me at the same time as my balls exploded sending millions of wigglies deep into her lovely body. Outwardly Carol was as still as a statue while inside her pussy was convulsing around my still spewing cock. Her breath was hot in my ear as she gasped out her climax and the death grip she had on my other ear had me almost as still as she was. I was happy to ride out the aftershocks of her orgasm as I slowly started to subside and slip out of her. A few more convulsions and she collapsed on my chest panting.

"God that was incredible!" Maria's voice reached us from the doorway and brought us back from the euphoric state we were settling into. Carol's small scream brought giggles from the doorway along with Manny's deep laugh. Frantically Carol and I tried to straighten up without revealing any more than we had already put on show. Finally we were ready to face our adoring public.

"Jesus Christ you guys! How long have you been there?" Manny and Maria were snuggled together against the door frame sporting mile wide grins that weren't going to disappear any time soon.

"Oh no!" Carol muttered weakly as she hid her blush in my shirt front. As for me… well I had nowhere to go and had to face the music.

"Sorry boss. We came to see if you guys wanted to watch a movie and arrived in time for the finale. I've gotta say it beats anything you've got in your DVD collection big guy." His laughter was matched by Maria's and then to my surprise by Carol's.

"Baby we were caught fair and square. Dinner, a movie and a damned good fuck is the ideal date for any girl. All we did is get the order a little wrong. If you two go and chose a movie, my blushing hubby to be and I will be there in a few minutes." More giggles followed her comment but we were left alone to get ourselves organized as they headed off to the home theatre to choose a movie. Carol was still giggling as she climbed off my lap giving my cock a playful tweak as she went. Life as a married man was going to be tough but I figured I could manage it as long as I could still legally buy Scotch.

Maria's choice of movie was quite a welcome surprise. I was expecting a chick flick but what she served up was Frank Miller's Sin City, a gory fantasy drawn straight from the pages of a comic book and starring one of the best ensemble casts I'd seen for years… including the mega sexy Jessica Alba who could eat crackers in my bed any day. When I mentioned this to Carol I got yet another shock in a night full of them.

"I agree Glenn. She could have me too if she asked me nicely enough. I wouldn't make her beg for long and she wouldn't have to pay much." Manny's roar of laughter temporarily drowned out the 7.1 channel digital sound track and he was joined by Maria as she saw the look of shock on my face. "And I'd love to watch you and her together. That would be so damned hot!" That shut Manny up instantly and it was Maria's turn to laugh at both us males as we sat on the leather couches looking like stunned mullets, jaws agape and gasping for reason.

"Lucky bastard," was Manny's comment as we continued watching Jessica Alba do her stuff on the big screen.

"Who said I wouldn't like the same as Carol," was Maria's final statement delivered with a long soulful kiss which had Manny squirming in his seat when it finished. As we continued with the movie I guessed that there would be long conversations at some stage about this very subject, that is if Manny or I could come up with the guts to actually bring it up again. It's one thing for your lady to bring up the subject of a threesome with another woman, but it's another thing altogether for a man to bring it up. It's often matrimonial suicide.

The rest of the movie passed without any more earth shattering revelations and turned out to be damned good. I'd owned the DVD for well over a year but it was one I'd never watched before. I sometimes went on buying sprees and bought movies or books for future enjoyment but once in a while a movie or book would slip through the cracks and I wouldn't get around to watching or reading it for ages. 

I should have been ready for bed when the movie finished but I was a long way from tired and looking at the others I knew I wasn't the only one. There was only one thing for it. Jacuzzi. Along with the home theatre room and the library the Jacuzzi was one of the best additions I had made to the house before moving in; all of my best relaxation was done in one of these three locations. It only took a quick mention of the hot tub before everyone was heading out to the deck dropping clothing items as we went.

For Manny and I it was easy. We just stripped to our boxers and climbed in and waited for the ladies to join us. Carol gave a wry grin accompanied by a quick shrug and dropped her skirt, stepping into the water in lacy white g-string and tank top. She snuggled in to my side as we waited for Maria to join us. I half expected Maria to be very shy but without a hint of hesitation she slipped out of her jeans and pulled her tee shirt over her head. Knowing she was on display she slowly raised her arms and did a very sexy pirouette which showed off her incredibly sexy body in the sexy underwear she was almost clad in. 

The hot pink of her lingerie definitely went well with the chocolate color of her smooth skin. The lingerie was lace and cut beautifully to show off her amazing assets. The panties were boy leg style which highlighted her amazing ass to perfection. The bra was ¾ cup and struggled to contain a pair of large well formed breasts. For all the time I had known Maria, I had never seen her as a sexual creature. Now it was right in front of me and I couldn't suppress a long low whistle which immediately earned me an elbow in the ribs from my betrothed and a grin from Manny. The kind of grin you get from a crocodile before it borrows your leg for a snack. Maria just grinned and blew me a kiss before climbing into the tub next to Manny.

"She's gorgeous isn't she?" murmured Carol into my ear as she stroked my thigh under the water. I looked across the tub and saw that Manny and Maria were engaged in their own murmured conversation muted by the sound of the churning bubbles. 

"I've just never seen her like that or in that way before babe. She was always just Simon's little sister and before that she was a friend of an old girlfriend."

"You really are the original good guy aren't you baby? Do you realize that a lot of the good qualities you attributed to Craig are yours too? You're funny, rich, good looking, a great fuck and intelligent, and all of that is great, but the main reason I'm with you and the reason I'm going to make you my husband as soon as I can is because you are a good man. A nice, good, honorable old fashioned man. You're a tyrannosaurus in an age of genteel pussy cats. A man in an age of sensitive wimps. I know you'd fight and die to protect me while at the same time you'd never hurt me. It's what I've wanted all my life and I'm sure as hell not going to let you go now." Her voice was soft and her words washed over me sealing me in a warm loving cocoon. Her eyes told me that she believed every word she said. I don't think I could have loved her any more if I had tried. I kissed her softly and then became aware of silence from the other side of the Jacuzzi. I looked over to find Manny and Maria watching us with soft goofy smiles. Obviously they had heard every soft loving word.

"We are very lucky men Glenn," was all Manny said. Maria just smiled and burrowed into Manny's massive chest. I had to agree with him… we were extremely lucky men.

Wednesday dawned bright and sunny. Waking up to Carol's attempts at breakfast in bed had become a ritual worth sticking around for. Her cooking was getting a lot better and she was even coming up with the occasional breakfast that tasted good… even if it was visually unidentifiable. This morning she managed both. A good looking, good tasting breakfast of bacon and eggs with toast that wasn't too burnt and coffee that tasted damned good. A momentous occasion which we celebrated with a shared shower and a rousing good morning fuck. We joined the others just before 8am for another cup of great coffee. As we sat and chatted about the coming day I realized there was no real reason we couldn't leave today for Richmond. It was agreed that we'd leave after lunch. That would give Manny and I enough time to finish grabbing what we would need in Richmond and also allow the ladies enough time to pack for the trip.

Manny called the office and arranged for the Lincoln Navigator to be gassed up and dropped off at the house. It would easily hold everything we would be taking with us and we could travel in comfort and style as well. While Manny was taking care of the vehicle I was on the phone to Craig.

"This better be damned important," was his breathless greeting.

"Morning sex is supposed to make you happy not piss you off Ronin."

"Barrett, what the hell are you doing calling this early? And for your information I was having my first real workout since I arrived in civilization. I've just finished putting together my home gym and I made the big mistake of trying it out this morning."

"It's after 8 old buddy… time for all good soldiers to be fully functional. Hey I just called to let you know there has been a change in travel arrangements. We're coming by road and we're leaving today. We should see you sometime late tomorrow. How does that sound?"

"I guess that means I'll have to move the horses out of the stable to give you folks somewhere to sleep. Sounds great man. Give me a call when you're getting close and we'll meet you in style. How does a barbeque dinner sound?"

"Sounds perfect Ronin. Now I gotta get moving or the ladies will never be packed in time. Catch you tomorrow buddy."

Two hours later we were loading the Navigator. Both Carol and Maria made a mockery of the old stereotype that women travel with everything they own including the kitchen sink by packing a medium sized tote bag each. I was impressed right up until they announced that they would be doing some major shopping in Richmond. Manny shared my groan of anguish when they both announced that it would be our credit cards that would be taking the pounding and not theirs. I guess that was the price of true love.  

Just after noon we left. I would drive the first leg until I became tired then Manny would drive until he was tired. Then we'd find a motel for the night. The plan sounded perfect… right up until the second hour of our trip.

"Honey Maria and I have been discussing things and we think we should stop for a break soon. Maybe a bit of a snack?" Okay that sounded like a fair request. We hadn't done the trip planning very well and had neglected to pack anything vaguely resembling calories. We started looking for diners along our route. That was when the plan turned pear shaped. Everything that Manny and I suggested was rejected out of hand by the ladies who had suddenly become mobile culinary critics. It was when they turned down our 7th suggestion that Manny lost the plot.

"Enough!" His parade ground bellow in the confines of the Navigator was enough to let the ladies know he was a touch peeved by their pickiness. "Glenn, we're stopping at the next joint we come to." 

"Agreed!" I growled and the ladies subsided with only a minimum of muttered complaints about how men have no sense of the occasion nor any sense of humor. It didn't take a professor of psychology to detect the winds of mutiny so 25 minutes later we pulled into a Burger King in the next small town we entered. The ladies immediately began bemoaning our food choice. Manny and I responded in the only reasonable way we had available to us. We totally ignored them, got out of the vehicle and walked inside the restaurant. It took less than two minutes for Carol and Maria to decide that Burger King was better than hunger.

It was while we were ordering that something was brought home to me with a jolt. In all the time I had known Carol we had never done something as simple as eat out together. This was our first restaurant meal as a couple and here we were bellying up to the counter to order Whoppers and fries, to be washed down with soda or a shake. I took a moment to mentally and violently curse Robert Taglioni before giving the girl behind the counter my order; Double Whopper with cheese, Barbeque Bacon Double Cheeseburger, BK Hawaiian Burger, large fries and a large coke… I wasn't very hungry. Carol continued to surprise me… Double Whopper with cheese, Double Cheeseburger, large fries and large Sprite. I love a woman with an appetite. I figured I could help her work off the calories later. We grabbed a booth near the window so we could keep an eye on the Navigator and started eating. Again Carol delighted me. She knew the rules of fine dining as it applies to burger joints. You never touch your burgers until all your fries are gone. I knew she was perfect… this just confirmed it. 

Manny must have just needed a snack as well. He only had three burgers to go with his double order of fries and apple pie. I knew he'd make up for it by refilling his soda a couple of times during the course of the meal. He was just starting on his third burger when he let me know we had a slight problem.

"Shit!" he cursed as he powered to his feet and raced for the door. A quick glance out the window had me in hot pursuit. Three of the locals had decided that they'd like to take the Navigator for a test drive and were in the process of trying to break in using a Slim Jim on the lock. Manny reached the ring leader just in time to slam the door shut after he had successfully popped the lock. I hadn't activated the alarm due to the fact that we would only be yards away from the car. 

Criminal geniuses these guys definitely weren't. When confronted by a large man bearing down on you at something just short of the speed of sound with obvious intent to do you damage, anyone in their right mind would be well advised to test the efficiency of their running shoes and make a break for it. These morons were faced with two large men and decided to recreate the Battle of Little Big Horn… stupid move on their part. 

Manny made short work of the guy with the Slim Jim dispatching him with one massive punch to the jaw which guaranteed he would be taking his sustenance through a straw for the foreseeable future, and temporarily relocated him to the sidewalk about 4 feet from where he had started. Then he went for the second guy. By this time I had caught up and was moving on the third… who promptly produced a knife. One quick look told me he had no idea of the basics of knife fighting, he was holding it in a death grip the way you would hold a hammer, and standing flat footed. To the uneducated it looked very impressive. To me it looked ridiculous.

Now at this stage I would love to be able to say I fought a good fair fight… but I would be lying. When someone brings a knife to a fist fight all bets are off. It becomes a case of survival of the quickest and dirtiest. I kicked him in the balls as hard as I could and followed it up with a knee to the jaw as he went down. As moron number two joined his dance partner in dream world I turned to see how Manny was doing with his sparring partner just in time to see him do a beautiful swan dive to the pavement propelled by Manny's spinning back kick. He too had brought a blade to the party but unlike his friend it looked like he had at least a little knowledge of how to use it. Manny had a 6 inch gash on his left forearm which was bleeding like an extra rare steak.

It was at this point that the ladies caught up with their heroes. Maria flung herself at Manny and smothered him in kisses while clucking over the cut on his arm. Carol did the same with me after first making a slight detour to bury the toe of her Rockport hiking boot in the ribs of the man I had decked. Yup… she was the girl for me. 

The manager of the Burger King had called the cops when he first figured out what was happening. It took only two minutes for the first cruiser to arrive, lights and siren going like there was no tomorrow. There was no question that we weren't in the wrong. There had been too many witnesses for us to be charged with anything, until Manny took off his jacket so the paramedics the cops had called could take a look at his wound. Manny's Smith and Wesson automatic in its shoulder holster with its matching mag pouches under the opposite arm brought immediate interest from the County Mountie. He decided to start a game called whose gun is bigger and produced a small .357 hand cannon which he waved at Manny and me while shouting things like, "FREEZE! Move and I'll drill ya!"

Obviously the lad lived on a steady diet of B grade cop shows. He seemed like the excitable type so we froze while he called for backup. Actually we decided to sit as it was a nice hot sunny day and the standing was tiring. So we sat while the young cop very shakily disarmed Manny and kept us covered until his backup arrived with a screech of tires and more wailing and gnashing of the siren. Thankfully the pair of cops who turned up to support the first cop had taken their Prozac that morning and while one calmed the nerves of the first cop, the other dealt quickly and efficiently with Manny and me. I slowly and carefully showed him that under my jacket I had my trusty old Beretta 9mm which he relived me of while Manny and I produced our licenses to carry concealed weapons.

While all this was happening the ladies stood open mouthed on the sidewalk next to the Navigator. Carol looked close to tears and it took a few reassuring smiles and waves to get her calmed down to the point where she went back into the Burger King and brought our meals out to us on a tray. So we sat waited and munched on cold burgers while the local law enforcement ran their checks on us.

It took nothing more than a quick check of the State Police database to confirm we were indeed allowed to carry concealed weapons. Luckily we had yet to cross a state line or the outcome could have been a lot different. As it was, the rest of the afternoon was spent at the local lockup making statements and signing complaints against our would be Navigator thieves who were at that time getting treatment at the local hospital. The cops arranged for a doctor to come and check the cut on Manny's arm which needed a few stitches to close. Luckily he was up to date with his shots so he didn't need a tetanus booster. Finally they had run us through our paces and we were released with a clean bill of health and the blessings of the Chief of Police. It was nearly seven o'clock when we all piled back into the Navigator.

"So do we carry on or find a motel here?" I asked as I started the engine. Manny was in the back seat with Maria milking his little scratch for all it was worth while Carol sat up front with me, her hand laid possessively on my thigh.




Educating the Capo Ch. 04



"Let's get out of here baby. Maria and I bought some sandwiches and drinks so we can drive all night if we want. When you get tired I can drive for you. I just want to get away from this place." It sounded like a plan to me and we got no objections from the back seat so we got back on the road.

Strangely there wasn't much said about the fight. I kept on expecting Carol or Maria to bring it up but it didn't happen for the longest time. Finally Manny came to my rescue and asked the question.

"How do you ladies feel about what you saw back in town?"

Maria answered, "Honey you did what was necessary at the time. How do you expect us to feel? If you're worried that we were shocked and horrified at your actions then I'm happy to put your mind at ease. Carol and I discussed it and both of us know that we're hooked up with a couple of warriors. The pair of you could have done a lot more damage but you did what was necessary to get the job done and no more. You fight to protect what is yours and that's a damned important thing for a girl to know about her man. Rest assured you're gonna get laid at the earliest possible opportunity." Carol's giggle and a slow languorous grope of my crotch confirmed that she too was okay with what had happened. 

At about 2 am I finally ran out of juice. It was time for a fuel stop anyway so it was with relief that I spotted a truck stop sign. The others stirred as I pulled in and as we climbed out of the car the girls decided that now would be a good time for coffee and a hot meal. I was definitely not going to argue; the sandwiches the girls had bought had tasted like refried cardboard. I gassed up the Navigator then parked the car away from the pumps and joined the others in the brightly lit diner.

My body was screaming out for something greasy so I answered the call and ordered steak, eggs, fries and sausages with a side order of mushrooms. The cute young waitress was altogether too cheerful for this time of the morning but she was very efficient and in no time at all I was attending to my caffeine craving courtesy of a huge mug of surprisingly good coffee. The meal was enormous and the food was fantastic. Murmurs of contentment came from our little band of travelers as we chowed down on a 4 star meal at a 2 star price. The coffee kept coming and Mandi the waitress kept smiling, she was definitely earning her tip tonight. I know it's a cliché but I couldn't resist finishing off the meal with a huge slice of home made apple pie. It stretched the boundaries of my belt but was worth it just for the comfort factor… plus I figured I needed the sugar. The stop ate up an hour of our time but it was well worth it. When we left the diner we were refreshed and ready to go and Mandi was forty bucks richer. We also had a flask of that superb coffee to go.

As Manny and I settled up the check and tipped the happy waitress the girls huddled just outside the door deep in animated conversation. I knew they were up to no good. As we stepped out into the cool night air they joined us and suggested a short walk to help with the digestive process. It was a damned good idea actually but looking around I couldn't see any obvious destination. But then do you really need a destination for an evening constitutional? It soon became apparent that the girls had done some homework and had a destination in mind as they led us around the corner of the diner. Our walk was a short one as they led us to a picnic area set off slightly to the rear of the diner. They walked us to one of the tables and wordlessly turned us and sat us both down on the table top. Manny and I exchanged a puzzled look which turned to shock as both ladies reached for our flies. They had done quite a bit of planning on this. In no time at all Carol's hand was digging around in my boxers waking up my slumbering cock as she dragged him kicking and screaming into the light from the diner. Manny was undergoing a similar torture at the hands of the lovely Maria. This was going to be interesting.

As one the ladies knelt in front of us and fed our hardening cocks into their mouths. Synchronized blowjobs! Damn I'd love to see that as an Olympic sport! Carol started a long smooth action on my now rock hard cock slowly sliding her soft lips up and down my shaft as her tongue lashed the underside of the head of my cock. As she sucked she struggled to unbutton my jeans and drag them over my hips. Being the gentleman that I am I felt I should help out and soon my jeans were slung at mid thigh while Carol massaged my full balls with one hand and stroked the base of my shaft with the other. I looked over to see Manny getting exactly the same treatment I was getting. I managed to suppress a moan as Maria caught my eye and gave me a grin and a wink around a mouthful of Manny's large cock. It was one of the most erotic experiences I had ever had and I knew that Manny felt the same as he watched Carol slurp on my member. Looking up he caught my eye and gave me one of the biggest shit eating grins I'd seen from him which I answered in kind. Then men being men we did the only thing left available to us. We exchanged a high five! Carol spluttered with laughter which actually translated well into vibrations on my cock which was nearly ready to burst. I groaned as I looked down to see my lover's eyes lock onto mine as she really started to power up and down my cock! I wasn't going to last long at all… and Manny was in the same boat. Then with a mighty groan Manny started to cum. I could see Maria's cheeks balloon as he filled her mouth and this along with Carol's wicked tongue action, stroking and sucking tipped me over the edge. I bellowed as I pumped jet after jet into Carol's hungry mouth. She never stopped sucking or lashing me with her tongue as she swallowed and kept swallowing until she had every drop. 

"Oh my fucking dear gentle Jesus." Manny sounded as shattered as I felt. As the ladies wordlessly tucked us back into our jeans and helped us get redressed we exchanged a look of wonder. We had shared a lot in our long friendship but never an experience like this. Still not a word had been spoken by the girls. Maybe that was part of their game plan? What happened next definitely was. 

Carol left my side and stepped over to Maria. As Manny and I watched in awe and amazement the two ladies moved into a clinch and kissed. There was nothing sisterly about the kiss. It was a kiss loaded with passion and lust. Even though I had just cum I felt my cock stirring again in my boxers as I watched their tongues entwine inside their mouths. Both ladies had developed wandering hands and were checking out each other's bodies like blind women in a petting zoo. Finally the kiss came to an end. Carol stepped back over to me. Looking up at me with a glint in her eye she tipped her head back slightly and slowly opened her mouth. Cum lay in a pool coating her tongue and teeth. As I glanced across I could see that Manny was being treated to the same sort of spectacle and was similarly turned on and shocked by what the ladies had done. As I looked back at my lover she gave me a grin and a wink before closing her mouth and swallowing. I desperately wanted to kiss Carol but knowing that she had just swallowed a mixture of mine and Manny's cum made me hesitate. Carol read my hesitation and laughed before solving the problem by opening the flask of coffee and washing her mouth out with a healthy swig before passing it to Maria who followed suit. As soon as she had let go of the flask I swept her into my arms and kissed her hard. Manny did the same with Maria and soon the whole situation was in danger of developing into a minor orgy.

"That was the best tip I have had for a long time!" The happy waitress's voice snapped us out of it. She was standing not far away with a huge grin on her face. Carol snuggled into my side and giggled showing no sign of embarrassment at all. Maria did the same.

"Thanks for the directions Mandi," chirped Maria with a giggle. We had been set up royally. Not that either of us were going to complain of course but the kiss between the girls had raised an interesting question. I just wondered when and how it would be answered.

"We'll try to call in on the way back Mandi, but we need to get back on the road. Thanks again and I hope you liked the show," Carol said as she tugged me towards the Navigator.

"Here you might need this." Mandi passed over another flask of coffee and got a long sweet kiss from my very horny fiancée in return. By this time I had stopped wondering and trying to guess what her next move would be but I sure as hell was interested in finding out. "Have a safe trip folks."

Nobody spoke until the truck stop was a few miles behind us with me back behind the wheel and carol perched beside me. It was Maria who finally broke the silence.

"So did we shock you boys?"

"Good guess sweet cheeks, but you don't hear Glenn or me complaining do you?" Both girls laughed. "So how long have you two been planning this or was it a spur of the moment thing?"

"Maria is a very sexy woman Manny. I thought she was hot from the moment I met her and tonight just seemed to be the right time to let her know." Carol's words shocked the hell out of me. "Now before you start getting worried about how faithful your future wife is going to be Glenn, I can promise you that nothing will ever happen with anyone else without your express permission and unless you are there and participating. I don't need or want anyone else, we just thought that you and Manny might like a bit of a visual treat. And a blowjob." Her grin was tentative in the light from the dashboard as murmurs of conversation came from the back seat where Manny and Maria were obviously having their own version of our discussion.

"Carol you'll find that I'm not the possessive type baby. I don't own you and never will… even after we marry. I love you, trust you and respect you and I sure as hell know that you'll never do anything to hurt me or our relationship. Now how about a cup of that coffee?" There are times in a man's life when no matter what he says he can deliver nothing but gold. This was one of those times. Her smile lit up the cab of the car as she hurried to pour the coffee. 

At about 5 in the morning I pulled over into a rest area and turned off the engine. The others were asleep and I figured I should grab a few hours too. It took only a couple of minutes before I nodded off.

I woke just before 10 to find the others stirring. The sun was high in the sky and the interior of the Navigator was becoming hot and uncomfortable. My bladder was screaming that it needed to get rid of the excess coffee I'd consumed during the night. Thankfully the rest area had public toilets. Soon we had completed the limited ablutions our situation allowed. The next order of business was breakfast. Twenty minutes driving time brought us to a roadside diner that looked like it did reasonable business. The food was filling and plentiful and while it wasn't up to the standard of Mandi's diner it at least gave us the fuel for the day ahead. Back on the road a quick check of the GPS system told me we had about 5 more hours of driving ahead. A check of the gas gauge let me know we should top off soon. I figured we had enough gas to make a combined gas and lunch stop. I decided to drive the rest of the way to Richmond and Manny could do the return trip. 

Just after four that afternoon I obeyed the last voice prompt from the GPS unit and turned onto Craig's road. Belatedly I remembered my promise to call him once we were close to Richmond and reached for my cell phone. His voice came through loud and clear as he answered.

"I know… you forgot to call and you are now approximately 250 yards from my driveway. We're out back by the pool. The barbeque is ready for tonight and I have a cooler full of Miller Genuine Draft sitting beside me. See you in a couple of minutes buddy." The laughter in his voice was welcome as was the mention of a cold beer. Without having spoken a word I rang off and closed the phone ignoring the questioning looks from my travel companions and smiling as I turned into Craig's home.

The driveway was fully cobbled and fringed with mature trees and a well planned out garden. It led to a house that was huge. Everywhere you looked there was natural timber, stained to fit in with the surrounds and the amount of glass assured plenty of natural light inside. On one side of the house was a bank of windows stretching from the ground level up to the second story. I was guessing library. In front of the house there was a large parking area. A Tahoe kept company with a red mid 80's Mustang Convertible and a beautiful 1965 turquoise Thunderbird convertible. Instinctively I knew the Tahoe was Craig's wagon… it's what I would have chosen myself. I parked next to the Tahoe and clambered out doing some quick stretching to get the kinks out of weary muscles as the others did the same.

"Around the back apparently." I said with a grin and led the way around to the pool area. 

"Barrett!! Damned good to see you buddy! Manny!! Jesus man… you been snacking on barbells?" Craig hadn't changed a lot. He was a few pounds heavier and a lot browner but the extra weight looked to be all muscle. A few extra lines around his eyes were the only real indication that he had aged at all. Carol and Maria stepped back as man hugs were shared between the three of us accompanied by lots of back slapping and 'hey there, how the hell are ya?' type noises. In the background I was vaguely aware of other people but in truth it was just so damned good to see Craig again that the others just weren't important. The ritual greeting ceremony lasted the proscribed 2 ½ minutes before all three of us realized there were other introductions to be made. I turned to find Carol to introduce her and found her only a foot away grinning at us. I looped my arm around her waist and pulled her close. At the same time I noticed a tall stunning smiling blonde tuck herself under Craig's arm and kiss him softly on the neck before turning back to us. Manny beat me to the punch.

"Craig this is my fiancée Maria. Maria, this ape is Craig Miller, part time half decent soldier, full time pussy. Glenn and I tried to teach him how to drink while we were in the army together but he never latched onto the idea of keeping the booze on the inside." Craig and his blonde goddess got a good laugh out of that.

"Pleased to meet you Maria. You just have to be a wonderful woman to tolerate a putz like Salvatore here but I have to say you must have a screw loose to want to become Mrs. Salvatore… I mean just look at what it's gonna cost to feed the beast." He ducked just in time to avoid a swat from Manny and came up laughing. "Gentlemen and ladies this is my beloved, my soul mate and my faithful concubine Stevie. Stevie this is Manny Salvatore and his trained retriever Glenn Barrett. Now Manny has been good enough to introduce us to his lovely lady, maybe he has taught Glenn enough words to complete the honors and introduce his lovely companion?"

"Aah blow me Miller," was all I could get out between gales of laughter. "This is Carol, my fiancée. Carol meet Stevie and Craig. Stevie is undoubtedly the lucky one… she got the brains and the looks in this relationship." 

"Pleased to meet you all," Stevie had a lovely throaty voice to go with that gorgeous face and body. "Ignore my other half; he's been as excited as a Billy goat with two peckers all day. Come and grab a beer and make yourselves comfortable. Carol and Maria would you like to freshen up while these bozo's get reacquainted and the rest of the introductions are made?" 

"Damned good idea Stevie," said Carol before kissing me and wandering off with Maria and Stevie toward the house. Already they were chatting animatedly and I could see a firm friendship or two developing there. Craig led Manny and I over to the cooler which was, as promised, full of Miller's on ice. It was also guarded by a couple of guys I didn't know. Again Craig helped out introducing us to Matt Grey, Stevie's step brother and Brian Clark the surgeon who had done the paint and panel job on Craig when he had been shot a couple of weeks earlier. Both seemed like pretty decent guys and Brian in particular gave off a pretty competent aura. Manny and I both snagged a cold one from the cooler and for the first time in over 24 hours truly relaxed.

"I figure we'll fire up the barbeque about 6 or so and have a nice relaxing night. We can talk business tomorrow if that's okay with you guys?" Craig's suggestion was met by nods of approval from the rest of us. "Matt and Brian's girlfriends are here as well, they're just inside getting changed, and Lee Stowers and his lady will be out soon. Just a small gathering tonight. And I do have a couple of other compadres who might show up later on. They worked with me in Colombia and have been serenading a couple of senoritas from S.W.A.T. They've been staying here off and on but I've booted them out of their rooms to make space for you guys. They could never turn down a free feed though so bank on them arriving around barbeque time."

As I looked around I was struck by the fact that Craig and I had a lot in common. Both of us had done well from the military and were fairly well set up for the future. We seemed to have a similar taste in property, preferring the semi rural lifestyle to the bustle of city life, and both of us were in a world of trouble. As I looked around I also noticed that there was a fair bit of fire power in plain sight. I had felt Craig's gun when we shared man hugs and I knew he had felt mine. There was a Mossberg pump action shotgun leaning against the barbeque as well as a Beretta 92F sitting on one of the poolside tables. Finally unless I missed my guess there was a Heckler and Koch MP5A3 tucked under the towel next to Craig's lounger. They were loaded for bear. Craig saw me looking.

"There is no way I'm gonna be taking any chances buddy. All are locked and loaded and all of us know how to use them. I've been holding lessons down at the waterfall for the last couple of days." The look in his eyes told me how desperate he was. I nodded and raised my bottle in recognition of his preparations. "Hey I hope you folks brought your swim suits. Parties here usually degenerate into bikini brawls well before dark. It's a sight to be seen brother." Manny and I were slightly overdressed so we took the opportunity to ditch the jackets. Craig grinned in approval when he saw the automatics we carried in our shoulder rigs and the spare mags under our right arms. It took only seconds to shrug out of the shoulder rigs but we stowed them where they would be close taking the lead from Craig's preparations. We chatted for a while in comfortable reminiscence going over what we had done since we had last seen each other. It didn't even register that the ladies had been gone for a long time.

"Any requests for music?" The call came from Stevie. As I turned to answer I was met with a sight I would take with me to the grave. Carol, Maria, and Stevie had been joined by two real stunners who I was assuming were Brian and Matt's girlfriends. That in itself would have been enough of a spectacle but they were all dressed in bikinis of varying colors, sizes and styles. It looked like Hugh Hefner's most erotic wet dream. 

"Oh my sweet fucking Jesus! I've died and gone to heaven." All of us men in our own way echoed Matt's sentiment. Every one of the ladies sashaying their way across the patio to us was a show stopper in her own right but I couldn't take my eyes off my very own Carol. She strutted like a fashion model on a runway as she walked straight over to me with a shy grin on her gorgeous face. Her tan wasn't quite as good as the other girls but she more than made up for it with sheer beauty. The fluorescent floral bikini she was wearing showed almost all of her gorgeous tits which bobbed sweetly as she strode over and the high rise bikini bottom accentuated the length of her spectacular legs. God I loved her.




Educating the Capo Ch. 04



In no time at all she was at my side. Gracefully she slid onto the lounger with me and kissed me softly. "Hiya stud. Wanna fool around?" Around me four other men were getting a similar greeting from their respective ladies. Brian's girlfriend was practically mating with him. She was an incredibly sexy woman poured into a lime green boy leg bikini. Her arms and breasts were tattooed with some amazing designs. When she finally came up for air Brian breathlessly introduced her to me as KJ, the tattoo artist who had done Stevie's piece on her shoulder. Matt took time out from playing tonsil hockey with his girlfriend to introduce her as Becky. Becky was the most spectacularly assembled woman of the five at the pool. Her mountainous breasts were gravity defying and I suspected implants until Carol read my lecherous mind and informed me loudly enough for the rest of our party to hear that "They are real baby! I know… I've felt them and they are gorgeous!" Becky just laughed as I blushed my ass off. Becky was nearly wearing a very skimpy white bikini that was made from less fabric than your average handkerchief. Maria was poured into pink and looked as sexy as she had in the Jacuzzi the other night while Stevie curled up on Craig's lap wearing a little yellow number that made me drool. 

"So any music requests?" Stevie, Carol and the girls were having fun with this. They knew damned well what sort of effect they were having on us men folk and were playing it for all it was worth. Still… none of us were complaining. Only a madman or a eunuch would complain about the abundance of sweet female flesh on display around Craig's pool. 

Lee Stowers and his girlfriend and partner Karen Montecelli arrived just in time for the lighting of the barbeque. Karen was immediately whipped inside by Stevie and Carol to change into her bikini and add to the parade of lovelies by the pool. For his part poor Lee didn't know where to look. A quick chat with Lee confirmed that we were good as far as the Richmond PD went with our firearms possession. All we had to do was go into the precinct next day and he would arrange temporary permits to carry. That was the extent of the business chatter for the evening. 

The beer flowed, steaks and salads were consumed, and the stories started to come out. Craig, Manny and I regaled our audience with tales of daring do as young soldiers in the employ of Uncle Sam. As the night wore on the tales became raunchier and rowdier as Craig broke out the Glenmorangie Single Malt Scotch. A taste for excellent scotch was yet another thing that Craig and I had in common. 

As the sun set the poolside lights came on and the pool started to look damned inviting. The girls must have had the same idea. The six of them had been huddled together for some time while us men did the man talk thing. Now they rose as a group and walked to the pool. The sight of them walking away was enough to stop all conversation, truth be told I could have watched that all day. Carol threw me a saucy glance over her shoulder as she slipped into the water then giggled as she saw the effect she and the rest of the ladies were having on us. The layer of mist coming off the pool surface almost obscuring the ladies from our view. All of a sudden I felt a strong urge to go swimming. I stood and quickly dropped my shirt on the deck. It was followed in rapid succession by my jeans, shoes and socks. The rest of the guys looked at me as if to say, "Brother, you're pussy whipped!" until Stevie's voice reached us from the pool. 

"Oh boys… feel like a swim?" Six bikini tops sailed out of the mist and landed wetly on the deck followed by peals of laughter.

I turned to Craig and the others. "Who looks stupid now?" With a grin I pranced in my boxers to the pool. 

"Aah here's my stud." Carol's voice guided me straight to her but I did manage to check out some amazing breasts on the way. KJ's were easy to identify as were Maria's. I slipped into the warm water and swam over to where Carol was. She and Stevie had opted for a corner in the deep end of the pool and were relaxing with their arms on the sides of the pool when I arrived. This had the advantage for me of lifting their breasts and displaying them perfectly for me. Stevie was beautifully assembled. She and Carol made one amazing pair. Two blonde goddesses who could have been sisters they were so alike.

"You know you've got yourself a pretty sexy man there Carol. Craig and Glenn could almost be brothers." 

"Thanks Stevie. And yes I agree. We're lucky ladies I think. We definitely got the pick of the litter."

"I heard that Carol," came Craig's voice from above us. I hadn't even heard him approach. He slid into the water next to Stevie before completing his sentence. "Thank you for the compliment. Your man is something special. He was the measuring stick I compared myself to all the time I was down south of the border. If Glenn would do it then it was the right thing to do."

Craig's last comment was a shock. "All this sentimentality is killing me. Shut up and let me grope my intended in peace." Craig gave me a wry grin followed by a serious nod before turning and grabbing Stevie, pulling her into a clinch. I did the same to Carol, kissing her softly and lovingly. All around the pool partners were pairing off. Soft murmurs of conversation were muted by the stereo which was on random play, giving us Nickleback one minute and The Eagles the next. Carol and I were content to snuggle in the relaxing water; it seemed that Craig and Stevie had the same idea.

"How long have you two been engaged Glenn?" asked Stevie.

"Only for three days now Stevie, since Carol told me I was going to marry her. You see I didn't even have the opportunity to object. In fact I haven't even had time to buy an engagement ring or plan an escape yet." The last comment got a laugh from Craig and Stevie and a punch in the gut from Carol, which this time I was ready for. Maybe I was learning.

"He's trying to deny his true feelings. He's madly crazy in love with me and can't live without me."

"Actually she has pretty much summed it up. The amazing thing about women Craig is that they often have the ability to cut through the bullshit a lot quicker than us men." This earned me a long soulful kiss from Carol and a thoughtful look from Craig. I knew immediately what Craig was thinking and gave him a discrete thumbs up. His nod and wink told me that I would hear more about his plan sooner rather than later.

The sound of an engine in the driveway at that moment ruined the mood. Craig rocketed out of the pool and powered toward the barbeque area with me and Manny hot on his heels. Grabbing a gun each we readied ourselves for whatever threat would appear. A shout from the front of the house seemed to put his mind at ease.

"It's just us Craig. We come bearing booze and blondes." With an embarrassed grin Craig safed his weapon followed by me and Manny. 

"It's okay. It's just Hemi and Sam. I expected them earlier." Turning to the pool he called out, "It's okay. It's just Hemi and Sam with more booze and blondes." The guys who appeared with two blondes in tow were the two men who had been with Craig in the photo I had found on the internet. Introductions were quickly made and I found myself instinctively liking these two guys. They obviously knew their stuff if they had worked with Craig and the quality of blondes and booze they brought to the party was second to none. Both women were very hot and looked damned good stripped down to bikinis. It was evident that they weren't strangers here at the house. As they dragged their dates toward the pool Craig told me they were Tina and Angela from Lee's S.W.A.T. team. Manny rejoined Maria while Craig and I fixed drinks for ourselves and our ladies. 

"Glenn could you help me out tomorrow buddy? I have a little errand to run and figure I'll need a little moral support."

I grinned. "Sure thing man. I'll be able to pick out Carol's engagement ring at the same time." He returned my grin and we returned to where the ladies were chatting as if they had known each other for years instead of hours.

The rest of the night was a happy mixture of getting to know each other and catching up on old times. I'd like to say that things remained civilized but that would be a lie. Hemi and Sam got the ball rolling with naked backstroke races where the first man to finish wasn't necessarily the winner. The women judged the competition and gave the participants marks for style, speed, and use of a periscope. This in itself caused a bit of dissention with every woman wanting her own man's periscope to gain top marks. Eventually a draw was declared and peace was restored.

Craig made himself temporarily unpopular by announcing that there would be no sex in the pool… unless both participants were extremely horny and thought it was a really, really good idea at the time. Carol and I were happy to wait until we were in bed but rising out of the mist from the pool came the sounds of more than one couple acting on a really, really good idea. By 11 o'clock the only things being worn in the pool aside from cheesy grins were personal jewelry items. This was my kind of party. Strangely enough although the liquor flowed freely no one seemed to get drunk. It was a very happy gathering of like minded adults intent on having a damned good time. As I looked around I was very impressed by the little army we had at our disposal. Matt was the only one out of our merry band of men who had no combat experience but looking at him I was pretty sure he would acquit himself well in a jam. Even Brian the surgeon had combat experience having been with Marine Force Recon during Desert Storm. I was getting more and more confident that we would be able to deal with any threat that came our way. Craig saw me eyeing up our merry band of men and grinned.

"Now that you and Manny have arrived it would take a complete moron to take on this crew and expect to come out of it smiling. But then Simmonds has never been overburdened with smarts. Don't get me wrong. He's intelligent and cunning enough to have led us a pretty fucking frustrating chase man but he hasn't got the smarts to stay ahead of the game now. My only real worry is that he might not be working alone. Anyway tonight is for relaxation and fun. We'll cover all this tomorrow."

"I don't know about you guys but I feel like hitting the hot tub before Hemi and Sam get there. Fancy a dip in the tub Carol?" said Stevie. Hand in hand the two stunning women made their way naked to the hot tub. It said a lot for the caliber of our company that they barely drew a glance, but then again most of the other men were busy with their own ladies. Craig and I followed at a leisurely pace. When we were all relocated comfortably Carol and Stevie started making plans for shopping trips. It all sounded very mundane and slightly silly 'til I thought about the restrictions that the situation with Taglioni had put on Carol's life back at home. For a long time she hadn't been able to leave the house without an armed guard shadowing her every move. Listening to her making such basic plans and sounding so eager made me smile. Manny and Maria wandered over after a while. Manny had found his boxers and Maria had retrieved her bikini bottoms from the pile of clothing at the pools edge. Her naked breasts still managed to cause my dick to sit up and pay attention, a condition that Carol felt and obviously approved of going by the grin and slow stroke she gave me below the waterline.

"We're going to hit the sack folks. Maria is feeling a little tired so we're going to grab some sleep. It's been a long day and we're both pretty tired so we're going to get some sleep. I don't think we're going to have any trouble getting to sleep tonight… we're uh… pretty tired." Maria was grinning like a loon.

"God men can be pathetic can't they? What he is trying to say is we're going to bed so he can fuck my brains out in private. We'll see you folks in the morning." Manny at least had the good grace to blush at the roar of laughter that was directed his way as they headed for their room. I still hadn't seen the inside of the house. Bathroom breaks had been taken in the toilets in the cabana style pool house but Carol assured me that she knew where our room was.

"Just keep the noise down later on Glenn. Stevie and I are right next door and I'm pretty 'tired' myself. If your sexual gymnastics and the yodeling that goes with it disturbs our evening prayers we're gonna be pretty pissed off." Stevie and Carol chortled at this.

"Ignore Craig honey. You just be as vocal as you like. Maybe if Tarzan here heard a real man at work I'd manage to actually have an orgasm or two. You might inspire him." Stevie ducked but not quick enough as Craig caught her and dunked her. 

The party started to wind down just after 2am. Hemi and Sam were the first to call it a night pleading a previous engagement mattress testing at their dates' apartment. By this time I was exhausted. I tried to communicate this to Carol through a sophisticated system of head movements and eye motions which did little except convince her I had a bad neck cramp. I also got caught by our tub mates. 

"It looks like you'd better take the senior citizen up to your room Carol. He needs his beauty sleep." Stevie was like Carol when it came to delivering a barb; she could do it with the sweetest of smiles.

"Actually this one owes me one earth shattering orgasm before he gets any sleep tonight. We should get to bed now so you'll be able to have your prayer session undisturbed. Good night you two, see you in the morning." Quite naturally Carol leaned in to give Stevie a friendly kiss goodnight. Neither Craig nor I were ready for the tongue lashing the simple goodnight kiss developed into. Now color me innocent but I just wasn't used to live displays of nude lesbian kissing. Not that I was complaining at all; in fact certain parts of my anatomy found the whole visual display very stimulating. Needless to say it would take a couple of minutes before I was ready to climb out of the hot tub to go to our room. Craig on the other hand seemed more than ready for it after the initial shock was over. He seemed to get more of a kick out of my reaction than the kiss which was still going on in front of us. Another thing to ask him about.

"Wow! That was awesome!" Carol sounded like a little girl at Christmas as she slowly drew away from her new friend. "See you both tomorrow… Glenn has to take me to bed… now!" With that we were on our way heading at speed for our room with Craig's laughter echoing in my ears.

From the brief glimpses of décor I got as she dashed through the house on our way up to the bedroom, Craig had done well for himself indeed. And Stevie's touch in the decorating area was apparent as well. I wondered what my house would turn out like once Carol was let loose on it. My musings lasted as long as it took Carol to drag me into the bedroom, slam the door shut and lead me to the bed.

"I want you to fuck me Glenn. Fuck me hard honey I need to cum." Finally a taste of sanity after 24 hours of craziness. And speaking of taste…

Firmly I pushed Carol back until the back of her knees hit the bed. Then with a shove I sent her naked body toppling back onto the covers. Her squeal of surprise turned rapidly into a moan of understanding and arousal as I dropped quickly to my knees and grabbed her by the ankles. Spreading them high and wide I dove between her luscious thighs and buried my face in her wet pussy. The first couple of sweeps of my tongue brought me the taste of chlorinated pool water but soon I was dining on the sweetest tastiest cunt in creation. Carol moaned deeply as I swept my tongue the length of her slit, stopping just short of her clit. Her hips bucked as she tried to mash her clit against my nose, a trick she used regularly to get herself off. 

It took me only seconds to establish a rhythm which had her climbing a short slope towards her inevitable orgasm. My tongue lashed from side to side stimulating her labia without making any contact at all with her clit. Every once in a while I would spear my tongue deep into her pussy and sweep it in circles gathering as much of her juices as I could. My lips were clamped over her entire mound creating a seal I used to create a suction that was slowly driving her up the guest bedroom wall.

While my mouth was busy my hands were also in action. One hand was playing with her breasts, alternating between rolling her nipples and squeezing her mounds. The other hand was supporting her hips, raising them to give me a better angle for making her cum. The thumb of the supporting hand was circling her tight little asshole which was also contributing to driving her nuts. It wasn't going to take her long to cum tonight.

Looking up at her face as I ate her pussy I watched her head whip from side to side, her mouth open as she drew her breaths in ragged gasps. Her arms were spread out; hands grasping fistfuls of sheets as the first contractions of her orgasm started to wash over her. Her scream started out as a low wail but rapidly rose in volume and pitch as her climax took hold in a big way. Her hands flashed to my head where she grabbed handfuls of hair and pulled me closer into her free flowing spasming cunt! Her hips bucked violently almost dislodging me from my position but I was used to the frantic movements that always accompanied Carol's orgasms and I hung in there… as I finally clamped my lips over the turgid bud of her clit and sucked… hard!

Carol went ballistic, blasting into the most powerful orgasm I had ever shared with her. Her hips thrashed, her head whipped from side to side and I lost more than a little hair to her grasping hands as she screamed her way through her climax. The juddering wailing orgasm continued for an eternity but finally began to peter out as I relinquished my hold on her clit and backed off… mainly so I could breathe. Finally she slumped back on the bed. Her clenching thighs relaxed and her hands fell open and flopped lifeless to the covers. Her only movement was the rapid rise and fall of her breasts as she drew in gasping breaths and the only sound was a mewling moan coming from her lovely lips.

Slowly I dragged myself up onto the bed next to her and pulled her into my arms, kissing her with lips soaked with her juice. 

It took a while before either of us could speak. Then, "My God I needed that. You're amazing Glenn. Do you think the others heard us?" She sounded embarrassed.

"What do you mean 'us'? I was too busy trying to breathe to be able to make any noise. But then you made up for me baby!" She giggled and buried her face in my neck. 

"I still want your cock my man, but be gentle. I'm a little ragged after the tongue lashing you gave me. Please make love to me Glenn." I was raised to believe that it was rude to deny any reasonable request made by a naked woman while she was stroking your cock so in a matter of seconds she was guiding the aforementioned hard cock into her very wet pussy. Far be it from me to be rude to a lady.

We made love slowly trading kisses as our hands explored the areas of each others bodies we could reach. My manipulations of her hard nipples brought more groans of pleasure from her while her hands stroked my back and ass as I stroked firmly but gently inside her. It didn't take long for either of us to reach orgasm. Carol was still keyed up from her earlier climaxes and I had been on the edge of erotic overload for hours now. As we shuddered to a mutual climax she whispered in my ear in halting words, "I love you Glenn Barrett."

We fell asleep in each others arms. Peacefully and heedless of what the next few days might bring. One thing was for sure. This trip was going to be anything but dull… no matter what the outcome of our business here.