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Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 01a

By: Prolonged_Debut10



NOTE: This is a work of FICTION! Although the areas this story takes place in are real; all of the landscapes depicted, the people described, and everything else this story uses to make it enjoyable reading for you, are NOT REAL. As you read this story, try to remember, this is a NOVEL.

The author retains all rights to this story.

Chapter 1

1. In the beginning

Laura Garrett was a 20-year-old Manhattan College student, who just finished her junior year. She worked as a server, at an Italian restaurant, because she needed the money to help pay for her next semester's tuition, and hopefully, for a little extra spending money, on the side. She wore her reddish blonde hair in a long ponytail, which enhanced her gorgeous face, and her slim Irish figure. 

One evening, she served a blonde haired, blue-eyed man, with an Italian accent. He kept coming back to this restaurant, and insisted on sitting at her station. After weeks of him eating alone, they started a friendship. She found out that he was from the very northern part of Italy, very close to the Swiss border. One evening he asked her if she would go out with him, on a date; and she said yes.

It started out simply enough, by going to a movie, on the college campus, where she did not feel threatened by his age. This was followed by dinner and dancing, where he swept her off her feet, because he was the best dancer she had ever been with. 

He still did not try to bed her, because his feelings were so intense, for this lovely young woman. One evening he took her to see "The Phantom of the Opera" on Broadway. She had never been to a play, because she never had the money for such an extravagance. She was awed by the opulence of the theater, and she cried during the play.

Afterwards, he took her to the Sofitel Hotel, a five-star hotel, between 5th and 6th Avenue, and only short walk from the theater. He never mentioned it, but she knew what was on his mind. She did not hesitate at all. He stopped feet short of the entrance, and kissed her. 

"Laura, I am a married man. One day, I will be called back to Italy. I do not know when that will be. I could be here for one more day. I could be here for one more year. I love you. However, regardless of how I feel about you, I can never marry you. I would love to take you upstairs, and ravish your lovely body; but I had to tell you this so you would know where you stand with me."

Laura laughed. "William, you do realize you are wearing a wedding ring, don't you?"

William Zabo looked down at third finger of his left hand, and shook his head. The ring had been there for more than fifteen years, and it had become such a part of his hand; he had forgotten it was there. 

"Laura, when a man is in love with a woman, he cannot think straight. I have been here for so long, and been without a woman for so many years, when I saw you, and you were so kind and attentive to me, I knew I wanted you in my life. I tried to resist you, but I could not stay away from you. I love you with all my heart. I wish I were free. Will you come upstairs with me, and allow me to possess all of you?"

"You will be my first, William. Please be gentle with me."

We him looked at her in astonishment. "Laura, you are 20 years old and as lovely as any woman I have ever seen. How have you lived this long, and not had a man in your life."

"I am Catholic, William. I have been waiting to marry the man of my dreams. I found him, and unfortunately, he is already married. I have given him my heart, and tonight, I will give him everything else."

They kissed passionately, on the sidewalk in front of the hotel, not caring what the passerby's might think. William looked into Laura's eyes, and saw the passion in them. He put his arm around her waist, walked into the hotel, and went straight to the bank of elevators.

"William, is this where you are staying?"

"Yes, I have a suite in this hotel."

"Why do you come to our dinky little restaurant for dinner?"

"I know the owner, I know his family, in Italy, and I love his food. I also found a lovely waitress, while I was there."

"I can understand you coming there, every once in a while, but every evening. It is a long trip from here, up to northern Manhattan."

"Laura, it is 25 minutes by subway."

"One more question, and I will stop talking. Why did you bring me down here in a limousine that took us an hour?"

He opened the door to a suite, and let Laura in. He said to her, "How could I possibly let you wear something like this, on the subway." He reached his hand, into his pocket, and pulled out a ring box. He opened it, and showed her a 2-carat diamond ring.

Laura was awestruck! 

"Laura, you do not know how much I wish this was a wedding band. This is the best I can do for us. I love you." He placed it on the 3rd finger of her left hand, and it fit her finger perfectly.

Laura cried, as he held her in his arms, and kissed her passionately.

He lowered the lights in the suite, turned on soft music, and began to dance with her. 

As they danced, Laura thought to herself, "If this is what they call foreplay, why did I wait so long?" She felt herself getting wet between her thighs, which rarely, if ever happened.

The music ended. William looked Laura in the eyes, and told her to come with him. 

She nodded, and took his hand, as they went into his bedroom. He had her sit down in a chair as he undressed down to his shorts. 

She was so embarrassed; she turned pink.

William helped her standup, walked her over to a full-length mirror, so she could see what he was doing to her. He said, "It is your turn, however I am going to unwrap my present."

If Laura was pink a moment ago, now she was scarlet red. She had never been naked in front of the man. Now, the man she loved stood behind her, and unzipped her dress. As it fell to the floor, she closed her eyes. She felt him unsnap her bra, and felt it leave her body. She felt his lips kiss her neck, shoulders, arms, and back; as he trekked downward towards her last line of defense. She still wore full panties. No bikinis, no thongs, just full-size Jockey panties. She was afraid he was going to laugh at her. He did not. He held her abdomen, above her pubic ridge and pressed the cheeks of her ass towards his mouth. He kissed every inch of her bottom lovingly. Her body was no longer red from embarrassment; it was now red with passion. She reached behind her and touched his head, grabbing his hair, and holding him tight against her. She felt his hands reach for the elastic around the edge of her panties, and she did not shudder with fear. She felt the fabric move past her most private area, and as it fell to the floor, she kicked it away. She turned towards him, and he kissed her where no man or woman had ever touched her before. She felt his tongue search for her opening; and when he found it, he hit her clit at the same time. She screamed as if she had been hit by a cattle prod, and she came for the first time in her life. Her knees buckled and William caught her before she hit the floor.

As she recovered in his arms, he said, "I think you enjoyed your first orgasm."

"What would possibly make you think that, William? I thought I had just died and gone to heaven."

"The first one only feels that way, my love. It opens up the gates of love. There will be many more, in your life, that will feel better than this."

"In that case, William, I had better take a physical, to make sure my heart can take the stress."

"My love, before this night is over, you will find your heart is overflowing with love, passion, and strength. It will never let you down."

Laura pulled the blankets down and off the massive bed, and rolled herself onto it. She laid her head on a pillow and saw William smiling at her. She said, "What?"

"Are we in a hurry, Laura?"

Laura blushed. She said, "I thought this was next on the list."

"When a man and a woman are in love, and they are about to make love, there is never a list. They let their bodies tell them what is next; and what they want to do together. Do I look like I am ready to make love?"

"No, William, you still have your underwear on."

"You are very observant, Laura. What happened to your underwear?"

"You took it off me, William."

"I told you I was going to unwrap my present, and I did. It is now time for you to unwrap it yours."

"William, I have never... I mean looked...even one of... THEM!"

"Laura, didn't you take biology?"

"I went to an all-girls Catholic grade and high school. Biology was not required, and my parents did not let me take it."

"Your parents were idiots."

"I can give you their phone number, and you can tell them. When I refused to go to an all-girls college, and signed up for Manhattan, they refused to pay for any of it. That's why I am working at the restaurant."

"In that case, Laura, reminds me to thank them. Now, come over here, and unwrap your present."

Ever so slowly, Laura climbed out of the bed and stood before William. She put her thumbs inside the band of his shorts, turned her head to the side, and closed her eyes in embarrassment. She attempted to slide his shorts down, and realized it was not possible, while she was standing. She tried bending at the waist to do it, but found that her head was in a very compromising position. She grabbed William's waist, and knelt down in front of him. She was not thrilled about being in this position; however, it was better than bending over.

She looked up, and saw William smiling down at her. If she was uncomfortable before, she was completely embarrassed now. Her hands reached for the waistband of his shorts, and pulled them down as quickly as she could, to get this job done. 

The upper half of her body recoiled backwards, when she saw his erect penis, standing before her. She yelled, "HOLY SHIT," as she put her hand over her mouth in horror, because she had just cursed. 

William laughed raucously. He knew she would have a reaction, but this was a reaction of a pubescent teenage girl, not a twenty-year-old woman.

Laura looked at him and said, "WHAT IS SO DAMN FUNNY?"

"You looked like a thirteen-year-old girl having her first experience, with a boy. You look so damn cute, I could eat you up. I think I will."

"You think you will 'what?'"

"I am going to eat you up."

"I have heard that expression before, but I have no idea what it means?"

"Laura, you are going to miss class tomorrow. You are also going to miss work tomorrow, Saturday and Sunday. You are not leaving this room. I am going to give you an education in something you are sorely missing; 'SEX!'"

"I cannot miss work, I need the money."

"I will call my friend, and make sure you get paid, plus the amount you would normally make in tips."

"That is not fair to him. That will leave him short, one server, on the busiest days of his week. He has always been very kind to me, and I hate the thought of doing that to him."

"Laura, you are a gem. I will tell him what you said, and I guarantee you he will not be angry with you."

"I hope not, he has always treated me like family."

"Now back to the subject at hand, at least the subject in front of you. Look straight ahead, and tell me what you see."

"I see an erect male organ."

"I can see this is going to take a very long time. What is it called Laura?"

She hesitated, and then said, "A penis."

"What other names does it have Laura?"

"William, please, you are not being fair. This is very hard for me."

"Laura, I have until Monday morning. What other names does a penis have?"

"Some people call it a 'dick.'"

"What else do they call it? Think of every name, and don't stop until you run out of names."

"Can I leave, if I want to?"

"You know where the door is; I am not holding you captive."

Laura stood up and went to get her clothes. As she reached for her panties, she saw the diamond ring on her finger, and began to cry. She thought, "Is he asking so much of me? They are only words, and people use them every day. I have led such a sheltered life compared to my peers. It is no wonder people at school stopped associating with me. I think it is time for me to break out of my cage, and do the things a woman my age should be capable of doing.

She looked at him and said, "I don't know many of them, but here goes nothing: cock, prick, pole, prong, love tool, and thumper."

"I have never heard of thumper. Where did you hear that one?"

"I was in the cafeteria and heard a girl talking, with her friends, about having sex with her boyfriend. She said, "He was giving it to her good, with thumper."

William had to sit down, because he was laughing so hard. He said, "Laura, come here. I have to explain something to you."

Laura approached him. He took her by her hand, and sat her down on his lap. He kissed her and held her close. "Your body is that of a mature woman. When it comes to sex, you are still a baby. What the young woman was talking about was her boyfriends' pet name for his dick. Have you heard the expression, "Sometimes the little head is doing the thinking for the big head?"

"Yes, I have William."

"Sometimes, men give a name to the little head. In this case the young man in question gave his little head a name: 'Thumper.'"

Laura thought about it for a moment, realized what William was saying, and laughed.

William asked, "Are you staying to continue your sex education, or are you going to climb back into your comfortable little shell."

"William, I am staying for as long as you will have me."

"Do you know I am a pervert, when it comes to young women?"

"I would not know a pervert, from a convert, William. So do your worst, or do your best, I am yours."

"Kneel down, and place my prick in your hand, Laura."

She knelt down, looked at his dick, and asked, "What happened to it?"

"If you weren't so cute, I would spank you. When a man is not aroused, his penis shrinks. Blood flows out of it, and back into his body. When he becomes aroused, blood flows into it, and it becomes erect once more."

"How does it become aroused?"

"It does not become aroused, the man does. You are going to help me become aroused. Put your hand on it and stroke it up and down."

Tentatively, she put her hand out, and touched a males' pride, for the first time. It was warm, and soft in her hand, but it pulsed as soon as she touched it, for the first time. She watched in awe, as it grew in her hand. It went from warm and soft, to hot and rigid. She marveled as she saw the veins distend and turn bright blue, and the head of this monster turn purple. She looked up at him and asked, "Does It hurt when it turns black and blue?"

William shook his head in disbelief. He would have to teach this young woman everything. As he thought about it, he asked himself, "Is that such a bad thing?"

"No, it does not hurt. It just means that it is ready to make love. There are many ways to do it. In the position you are in, you could take it into your mouth and make love to it by sucking on it until I cum. You could use high your hands and stroke it, until I cum."

"Although I said the word I, during all that time, you could be cuming, also. However, that is a lesson for another time. If a man is worthy of his name, he makes sure that he is not the only one receive pleasure. He makes sure that his partner also receives pleasure. He can use his hands and his mouth, as well, as his dick, to ensure that the girl/woman experiences an orgasm or many orgasms during sex."

"Open your mouth, stick out your tongue, and put the head of my dick inside."

Laura was not happy with this request, but she was determined to learn how to please her man. She opened her mouth wide, moved her head forward, and felt the head of his wide penis entering her mouth. She thought it would be vile tasting, but it was not. It was skin. It could have a finger; it was not unpleasant at all. 

When she had about 3 inches in her mouth, William told her to close her mouth and start moving back and forth, without using her teeth. She did this, and kept moving her head forward, taking more of him into her mouth, at the same time. 

William warned her not to go too far, because he did not want her to gag.

Laura did not find this an unpleasant task, and kept going. She remembered to use her tongue to keep it moist. Soon she had his entire member in her mouth, and she heard him groan.

She removed him from her mouth and asked, "Did I hurt you?" 

He smiled at her and said, "Laura, you are an amazing young woman. No one has ever taken all of me into her mouth before. You have done it on your first try. Do it again, until I cum."

She put him back in her mouth. She started moving back and forth, until she felt his dick expanding in her throat. She started to panic, because she could not breathe. Unexpectedly, she felt hot pulses of liquid shooting down her throat, as William roared. She removed him from her throat and said, "I am sorry, William, I did not mean to hurt you."

He kissed her, so hard; he thought he might have bruised her lips "What makes you think you hurt me?"

"I heard you yell in pain. I know I did something wrong."

"Laura, if you did that any more right, I could rent you out for one thousand dollars an hour."

"You mean like a prostitute?"

"Yes dear, like a prostitute. That is how wonderful that felt to me. You did not hurt me. The scream you heard was pure joy and happiness. Now it is your turn to scream in happiness. Come up here and I will show you how."

She climbed up on the bed to be with him, and he pressed her small breasts against his chest. He kissed her lovingly, and he quickly flipped her over onto her back. He said, "Relax, and let your body feel what is happening to it."

He started kissing her on the top of her head, while his right hand played with her breast.

She was still rigid, when he started to kiss her eyes, he said, "Relax; you will love what I will do to you."

Laura started to loosen up, as he got to her ears. He tickled one with his fingers, while he bit and licked the other. Her hands encircled him, as her body temperature rose; and the moisture between her legs started to drip down over her asshole. It was a feeling she had never experienced before, and he had promised her much more. 

His mouth reached her neck, giving her little love bites. He moved up over her chin, and smothered her lips with his. As his ardor grew, her passion grew to new heights. She began to perspire, and that little nub in her slit started to itch. It needed to be scratched, and she could not get to it. However, he was covering her body with his, so she began moving her hips, and splayed her thighs wider in an attempt to rub her vagina against his leg. That thing needed to be rubbed desperately, but he was in the wrong place, and she could not get her center between his legs.

William was playing with her breasts, and she became desperate. She said, "Help me, please William; I need you to help me."

"Tell me Laura; tell me what you want me to do?"

"I need you to touch me, there, William, please touch me, there."

"Where is 'there' Laura, you have to be more specific."

"William, I need you to touch me between my legs, it itches so badly."

"What itches so badly, Laura?"

"Dammit, William, my vagina itches."

"We can play this game all night Laura. I will not help you, until you tell me what else is it called?"

"It is my pussy; my cunt. Are you happy now?"

"Yes, Laura, now I am going to take your cunt; and your brain to heaven."

William continued kissing down her body, but he kept his promise. He moved his hand down to her pussy, separated her lips, and played with her clit. As soon as his thumb pressed on it, her hips arched up to increase the pressure on it. She humped her hips against his thumb, until she screamed. She thought she had peed on the bed, because of the liquid she expelled. She was so embarrassed. She covered her face, and tried to roll away from him.


Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 01a



William asked her, "What is the matter?" And

She said, "I peed on the bed."

"Laura, you did not pee on the bed. You had an orgasm, and you came all over the bed."

"I still should get it towel, and clean up the mess I made."

"Do you think that is the only time you are going to cum tonight?"

"I don't know William. I am new to all this."

"Then let me tell you, dearest one. That orgasm was the first of many you will have over the course tonight, and all of this weekend."

"You are going to need to change your sheets."

"No dear, when you are staying in a luxury hotel, they change the sheets for you. Now, where was I. Oh yes, I was right about here." He kissed her on her belly button, blew air into it, and made a very funny sound.

Laura grabbed his head and laughed. She stopped laughing a few moments later, when his mouth entered the top of her curls. Her hair was very fair around her vagina, and not very dense. You could easily see her skin through every inch of it. His tongue made her feel very wanton. As he crested her pubic bone, she took a big breath and held it, because she knew what was coming. She felt him lick the lips on each side of her treasure. Then he delved straight into the middle of it. It was like his tongue had eyes. For the second time, as soon as his tongue entered her slit, he hit her clitoris. She arched her hips up to greet it. She felt a finger slide down her lips, until it found the spot she was leaking from, and felt it slide inside her. It was the first thing ever to enter that passage, and it very strange. He withdrew it from her, and suddenly, she found herself with two fingers inside her, and it stretched her to a point where it hurt.

William did not enter her very deep, because he did not want to disturb her hymen. His fingers played around the very edge of her pussy, but still, she began to react, like a woman on fire.

As his mouth moved lower, so did his fingers. As his tongue entered her weeping hole, she arched upward, because the sensation blew her mind. She did not realize until seconds later, that he had put a finger into her ass.

When she did, she said, "William, no, take it out, it is dirty in there."

He ignored her, pushed the finger deeper inside her ass. He moved his tongue faster inside her vagina, and rotated his thumb around her clit. 

Blinded by these three simultaneous sensations, Laura screamed, and came explosively, again.

She was barely conscious, when she opened her eyes, and looked at William.

"What happened to your face?"

"The same thing that happened to the bed happened to my face."

"I did that to you?"

"Yes Laura, isn't it wonderful. You have all this passion stored up inside you, and your body is finally releasing it. Lick my face and taste how wonderful you are."

Laura said, "I don't think so. I think I will pass on that, if you don't mind."

"I do mind, Laura. You tasted me, I tasted you. Now I want you to taste yourself."

"Have you ever tasted yourself?"

"I tasted myself moments ago, when I kissed you, after the most delightful orgasm I have had in years."

She realized she was not going to win this argument, so she kissed him on his cheek, and licked it at the same time. She said, "Tangy, a little salty, but with a little oregano, butter, oil, and garlic, you could serve it with linguine."

William laughed, "If Michael put that recipe on the window, he would have men lined up for miles, to eat at his restaurant. However, I am not sure how the health department would react. They would probably want to test all the young women providing this service, personally. They would definitely have them remove all the hair, from around their personal areas, to keep it out of the food. Other than that, I think the recipe, would get rave reviews."

"William, you are so bad."

"Laura, you are the one that came up with the recipe. I told you I was a pervert, but you are catching up to me, quickly."

"If you announce that I came up with this recipe, at school, when I return on Monday, I would be the most popular virgin there."

"There is absolutely no way you are leaving this room, without bleeding on this bed."

"There goes another good idea out of the window."

"Before you try to come up with another good idea, I am going to rid you of that little piece of skin that makes you different from 99% of the women, in your age group."

"Why didn't I keep my big mouth shut?"

"All I can tell you Laura, is when your big mouth was open, I loved it."

"You are a pervert."

"I told you I was married before I asked you to come up to my room, with me. I told you I was a pervert, also. I will never lie to you."

"Are you telling me you never lie?"

"No, I lie all the time. I am not going to lie to you. There is a big difference. Now it is time for more education, and less talking. Questions will be taken after the test."

"What..."

"Shhh... I said after the test." He kissed her lips gently at first, and his hands began to play with her skin; touching and probing, lovingly here and there. His lips moved down and suckled on her breasts, first one, and then the other, until their pink tips stood proud. His left hand moved over the slight bow of her belly and into the curls above her moist cleft. She started to moan as she became more, and more excited at the prospect of what he was preparing her for. She could not believe that her under arms were an erogenous zone, but as he kissed up her side and reached there she could not help but moan. His hand was now inside her, again, and her fluids were dripping all over his fingers, and down her backside. She never believed this was possible. His finger reached a little deeper, and her body reacted by moving back away from it. It was the first time she felt pain. She instantly knew her hymen was intact; so did he.

William looked down at her and said, "Laura, this is going to hurt, and regardless of how much I try to make it easy on you, you are going to be in pain for a few short moments. When I am deep inside you, I will make the pain go away, and you will feel wonderful afterwards. I promise you, tomorrow you will think about the pain; but you will remember the pleasure." Will

"William, I will let you know tomorrow, if you lied to me." 

He got between her knees, and forced her thighs as far apart as they would go. Her petals opened, and he could see the tiny opening, with moisture dripping from it. With his left hand, he put the head of his prick at her opening, rubbed it up to her clit, circled it several times, and moved it down to her opening again to lubricate the head. 

He watched her eyes as he did this. They went from sky-blue to smoky gray. She was catching fire, but he wanted to make her a raging inferno, before he pushed through her virginity. So, he did it again. He placed the head of his dick just inside that little hole, and her hips came up to greet him. He withdrew the head, slid his dick up to her clit, and rubbed it against that little bundle of nerves, until her hips chased his prick trying to stay in constant contact with it.

She was moaning constantly, and beating her hands on the sheets, because he was teasing her. He thought one more time would do it. So he entered her a little deeper this time, and her hips arched up, again trying to force him deeper. He withdrew and moved up to her clit, and circled it again. Her groan turned into a growl of frustration.

She looked at him and screamed, "Damn You William!"

He smiled at her, but he did not move his prick from her clit. If she had a gun, he thought, she would shoot him about now. He slowly slid his dick down to her opening and inserted the head again. She raised her hips in anticipation, but as she felt him withdrawing, he felt her start to relax her body and lower her hips at the same time. That is when he struck.

His mouth closed over hers, to ameliorate her scream, as he tore through her virginity and rammed his full-length into her sheath, until the bulbous head hit her cervix. Her legs were no longer at her side. They were pounding on the bed, because of the pain. She was crying, and he tried to kiss away the tears. They flowed for over a minute, until she was able to control them. She looked up at him, when she regained the power of speech and said, "Why didn't you just stab me in the stomach, with a knife?"

He kissed her sweetly, and said, "I just did."

"That is not funny, William. I think you tore my insides apart."

"Laura, women and men have done this, since Adam and Eve. This is the way God intended us to do it. This pain is gone forever. Let me show you how pleasurable life can be."

"If you move, so help me God, I will strangle you."

"I wonder how long you will have to pray, after you tell the priest at confession, what you did."

"I should never have told you that story."

"May I move, now?"

"I have not won an argument with you, yet. What makes you think I would win this one?"

Slowly, he moved backwards, an inch, and then forward. He repeated this action over and over again. When she did not complain, he moved back further and further, as he felt her lubricate her sheath. He felt her legs move over his, but her hips had not started to move with him yet. He watched her eyes, and he kissed them. He watched her lips and kissed them. He moved his hand down to her vagina, and played with her magic button, and he heard, "Oh God!" He felt his dick flooded by her moisture. He knew she just had a small orgasm. After that, she was his. Her hips moved in rhythm with his. Her legs moved up over the cheeks of his ass. She kept pressing him deeper into her. Her arms were wrapped so tightly around his chest; he thought she was going to pull him inside her. He decided it was time for her to do some of the work. He turned over quickly, and before she knew what was happening, she was on top.

She took to it like a duck to water. She started bouncing up and down, as if she had done it all her life. She grabbed his hands, and put them on her breasts. Experimentally, she took her right hand, reached down between her legs, and felt him inside her. She moved her hand deeper into her cleft and touched her clit. She said to herself, "Fuck Him," thinking about the priest that tormented her mind for so many years. She started playing with her newfound toy, until she threw her head back, screamed, and came again.

She put her hands on William's chest and moved her hips in every direction she could think of. She was getting tired from all this work and was sweating profusely, until she found herself on her back again. Her knees were by her ears, and her hips were pointed towards the ceiling. He was pounding into her like a freight train roaring down the tracks. Her stomach was turning into a steel ball. It had felt strange before when she came, but this one was much different. She looked up at him, as he was staring down at her, with lusty, almost dangerous eyes. He yelled, and poured streams of life giving fluid into her vagina. 

Laura felt pulse after pulse of semen descend into her unprotected womb; and she did not care. He had kept his promise. He had not lied to her. If he had to go home soon, she would always have a part of him with her, if he gave her his child. She would love it, as she loved him. She was glowing, as she felt the warmth of him sliding into her.

"You seem very pleased with yourself."

"I am very happy. I am no longer a virgin. So according to you; I am now part of the 99%, instead of the 1% of women, in this world. I have come up with a new recipe for linguine; and I have found a man that loves me as much as I love him. What could be so bad?"

"Is that all you have to say?"

"Would you like a pat on the back, and a high five for taking my virginity?"

"If you insist, I will allow it. What I was asking is how did making love feel inside your head. Your body tells you one thing, what did your head say?"

"My head said 'Making Love' is something I would never do with someone I did not love. It is something so intimate, and so caring that if you do not love and trust the other person completely, you cannot open your heart to them. If you cannot open your heart to them, you will wind up being hurt."

"You have no idea how I wish I was free at this moment. That was the most touching description of love I have ever heard. I shall treasure you always Laura; however, I am the first man who was going to hurt you, when I have to leave."

"I know that, William, and I have accepted that reality. I will stay with you, as long as you are here. I will cry when you leave, but I will have memories that last me a lifetime."

William gave her an education in sex, for the remainder of that weekend, and for the weeks, and months ahead; until the inevitable happened. Laura became pregnant. On Christmas day she said to him, "I have a present for you. However, I will not be able to give it to you for seven months." 

He was confused for a moment. Then his eyes opened up, looked at her, and she smiled. He was ecstatic. He told her not to worry about a thing. He was a wealthy man, and he would provide for her and his child forever. He set up bank accounts for her, paid her doctor bills in advance, and made arrangements for the hospital to send him all the bills. She would have to pay for nothing, not even a blood test. Then he set about getting a healthcare plan for her and the baby. He did not leave any base uncovered. He was going to be a father, again.

"William, living in this hotel all this time, I knew that you were wealthy. I know it is none of my business, but what do you do to make all that money?"

"I am a mathematician. I use computers to help people make money. The more money they make, the more money I make. I am very successful at it."

"You bastard, all this time you could've been helping me with my advanced computer programming and you sat there watching me struggle." 

"If I helped you, you would never have learned to do it properly. You learned it the hard way, and you learned it by yourself. As I recall, you also received in 'A' in that class."

"Yes I did, but I had to work my ass off to get that grade."

"A cute little ass it is."

"In a few months, you will not think so."

"Laura, if you watch your diet, and exercise properly, you do not have to gain more than 30 pounds while you are pregnant. It will make it easier on you, after the baby is born, to regain your figure."

"How do you know all this stuff?"

"I am a mathematician."

Laura was to graduate from Manhattan College on May 25. She sent her parents two tickets for the ceremony. A week later, she received the letter back from the post office stamped, "return to sender." She was inconsolable.

William decided to send her parents a message of a different sort. He contacted a friend, and had him pay her father a visit, at his furniture business. 

Harold Constant was not his real name, nor was he a real attorney, but he had the business cards, and the look of one. He walked into Thomas Garrett's office, they shook hands amiably, and they sat down.

"What can I do for you Mister Constant?"

Harold threw the letter that was returned to Laura on the table, and Mister Garrett looked at it and said, "This is none of your business."

"You're absolutely correct, Mister Garrett. However, arson for-profit is. You see, many of your neighbors and business associates are about to hear stories about you, intending to burn down this building to make money in order to build a more high tech infrastructure."

"That is absolutely not true. We are did you hear such rumor?"

"I did not hear that rumor; I am going to start it."

"I am calling the police."

"Please, be my guest. All I came here to do was to ask you about these rumors, and to find out if they were true. I will tell them the same thing. I have just heard from you. In a few weeks or months, when this place burns down to the ground, and they find that arson was the cause, the first and last person they are going to look at is you."

"You are doing this because I will not go to my daughter's graduation?"

"You will not be allowed within 5 miles of your daughter's graduation now. If you or your wife shows your face at that ceremony, you would never be seen again. You have insulted one of the highest ranked members of our society. He is in love with your daughter and she is carrying his child."

"That whore, I knew this would happen, if she did not go to a girl's college."

"Thank you, Mister Garrett, my business with you is over. Enjoy the last few days of your life. You have insulted my client for the last time. You will get to see your building burn down, while you and your wife are inside it."

"No wait, there has to be something I can do?"

"Your daughter has student loans in the amount of sixty-two thousand dollars. You will pay them off, before the graduation ceremony. She had to work four days a week, every week for the last four years to earn money for books and fees. That comes to another forty eight thousand dollars. You spend more than that, at strip clubs, and prostitutes. You will give me a check right now for fifty thousand dollars. It will be cashed within forty-eight hours. It better be good." 

"Who should I make the check payable to?"

"Who do you think you should make it out to, you fucking idiot."

As Thomas Garrett wrote his daughter's name on the check, his hand was shaking. It was not the amount of money he was angry with; it was she had won the war, even though he had won every battle. Who the heck did she know? Who was he connected to, that could threaten him and his business. At this point, he had to step back, and look at the big picture. The big picture was he wanted to live. He did not realize that days were all he had left. William had already signed his death warrant. No one made Laura cry, as she had cried, and lived."

When Laura received the envelope, with the letterhead of her father's business, she did not know what to think. There was no note inside, just the check for fifty thousand dollars and a notation on the bottom saying, "Reimbursement for working while in college."

She said, "Fuck Him! If he can think he will buy me off with a check. He is dead wrong." 

She was getting ready to send it back to him, when William took it from her hands and said, "No. Give it to me and I will put it to work for our baby."

"Did you have something to do with this?"

"I told you I would never lie to you, and I will not. I sent a lawyer to see him. I had him tell your father, what a bastard he was. How you struggled for four years to make ends meet, and how indebted to the government you are for your student loans. He is sitting on millions of dollars, while he refused to pay for his daughter's education. He told your father that he was going to publish certain things about him that were going to embarrass him and ruin his company name. Your father could not afford that to happen. He wrote this check out to you, immediately. He is going to pay off your student loans, before graduation day. He was told if this does not happen, to look in the trade papers and he will find the story that will ruin him and his business, for life."

"What secrets could my father have? He gives 10% of his income to the church every year. He goes to church every Sunday and every Holy Day. He volunteers his time and teaches at Sunday school. The church loves him."

"Laura, you are so innocent. Your father, like most small executives; keeps two sets of books, one for public knowledge and one for him. Most of his cash transactions he keeps for himself. That amounts to about 30% of his business. He has offshore accounts that your mother does not know about. Your father has a penchant for prostitutes and strip clubs. He has even tried young boys, from time to time. He is no saint, he is an aberration."




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 01a



"How long have you... How do you...I know, you are a mathematician."

"I have many friends in high places. It did not take them very long to find out what your father was like."

"I love you, William. I love you more than I love my life."

"You are never to say that again. You have two lives to take care of: yours, and ours. Protect them both as I am protecting you now."

"I promise, even when you have to leave, I will take care of our child the best way I know how."

"I know you will. Now, let's go to bed, and continue your education."

"I just graduated college; all that is left is the ceremony."

"That is not the education I was talking about."

"Am I ever going to graduate from that college?"

"Not while I am still in this country."

"What happens when my belly gets in the way?"

"There are many ways to skin a cat. There are many ways to get around a bulging belly."

"Okay, let's go to bed; school is open, again."

While driving home one Sunday evening, on a dark, wet, unlit highway, Thomas and Anne Garrett died, when their automobile flipped over, crashed, and burned on the side of the road. Their car caught fire and both occupants were burned to death. It was not really an accident.

Laura did not find out about this, until late Tuesday afternoon, when the police knocked on the hotel room door. William was not with her at the time. She did not care about her father's death, but she became hysterical when they told her about her mother. 

William walked in, while the police were still there, and asked what was going on. Laura ran to him and told him what had happened. His reaction was contained, but he told the police he wanted a complete report as soon as it was available.

He said to her, "I know this is going to be a terrible time for you. However, your father has over two hundred employees that depended on him for their paychecks every week. You cannot allow them to worry about where they are going to get their children's next meal. We have to go down to the plant, and assure them that everything will continue normally. Their paychecks will arrive on time. Their benefits will remain secure, and everything will continue as if your father was still there. I have many friends, and we will find someone to manage the plant and we will put it up for sale, if that is what you wish."

They did not arrive a moment too soon. The workers were just standing there, milling around, doing nothing. William shouted at them, "You are not going to be paid, if you are not going to work."

One of the men came forward and said, "We were not sure if we were going to be paid or not, because Mister Garrett is dead."

"I am Laura Garrett, and I guarantee you if you continue to do your work, in the fine manner you did, when my father was alive, your paychecks, and benefits will continue uninterrupted. This week's paychecks will come out of my own pocket, because everything that is in my father's name is under seal, because of his death. You and your families will be taken care of properly, I swear it."

There was a large round of applause from the men gathered on the factory floor. They dispersed, went to their work areas, and started producing the handmade furniture they were famous for.

William looked at Laura and asked, "Where are you getting the money to pay these men?"

"Do you remember the fifty thousand dollar check you were going to put the work for me? Do you think you could get it back, so I make this week's payroll?"

"I could do that, or I could lend it to you, and take it out in trade."

"William, I owe you too much already. I never want to have to ask you for money."

"The trade I had in mind; is worth more than all the tea in China."

Laura hit him hard, "You get that for free. Actually, I should be paying you. You are the teacher, and I am the student, at that school."

"If you insist; you can start paying me back tonight by doing the reverse cowgirl. I can play the bongos on your behind."

"If that is the best you can come up with, tonight's class will be an easy "A."

"That is exactly what I said, wasn't it; an easy piece of ASS."

"Keep it up, William, and you are going to be in more trouble than you can handle."

"Do I hear a little Irish temper flaring?"

"When the blond in my hair disappears, and only the red remains, you had better hope that you are in Italy, because no place in the U.S. will be safe for you."

"How did your father survive this long, with the arguments you must've had with him?"

"My mother always stood between him and me. It was not for my protection, it was for his. She wanted to keep me out of jail for killing him."

"Laura, from this point forward, in our relationship, I am going to start counting the silverware, when we leave the table; especially the knives."

"I could kill you just as easily, with a spoon."

"You have been watching too many Steven Segal movies."

"Who is he?"

"I have forgotten you have led a life so sheltered that you would not know who most actors are. I am just going to take you home and take advantage of your body, before you kill me."

"I will not kill you, until after your daughter is born."

"Daughter, when did you find out that we are going to have a girl?"

"I went for the sonogram this morning, don't you remember?"

"With everything else that has happened today, it totally skipped my mind."

"A fine father you are going to turn out to be."

"I am a very good father. I provide well for my family in Italy, and I am going to be providing very well for my family in the United States."

"Is there any word on when you may have to go back?"

"As far as I have been told, I am here for a lot longer. Every time I ask to go home, they increase my salary. It is a wonderful ploy."

"Do they know about me?"

"Yes, they do. It is safer for both of us that way. If they think I am keeping secrets from them, they become suspicious. If they become suspicious, and think I am hiding something from them, the first thing they think of is money. People get angry, very quickly, when it involves their money."

"You never did answer me about my fifty thousand dollars."

"Let's go up to your father's office, and look around to see what is available to us. One of his secretaries will be able to tell us about the payroll system; and how it is handled. If it is handled in-house, I could help, because I do know something about money."

Through the use of his computer expertise William had emptied all of Laura's fathers overseas accounts and brought the money back into accounts he had set up for Laura. These banks were owned by foreign corporations, and as soon as this money hit their system, friends; working at these banks, computerized it into billions of little ones and zeros, so they would not trigger the U.S. Treasury's watch list. Those friends forwarded it back into William's master account, where it became lost in the multi-billion-dollar portfolio he managed. The money was now clean, although all the money in Williams account was dirty. From Williams account, it flowed legally into Laura's account. He had dreamt up this system, created it, and now he managed it for all the families from Boston to Philadelphia. Laura's money was like a drop of water, in the Pacific Ocean.

With William's assistance, Laura hired a management company to run her father's firm, while it was put up for sale. 

Laura had never seen William in action before. However, when he's sat on her side of the table, she felt sorry for the people who were trying to buy her company. She thought business executives were supposed to be civilized at meetings like this. She found out they were carnivores. The buyers were trying to eat the sellers from the top down: getting the lowest price, and getting the best deal. The sellers were doing their best to fend them off. They pointed out the strength of their balance sheets, their business trends, and forecasts. The buyers were good, William, was better. 

William turned down by her after buyer, because he called their terms, and offers insulting. However, William knew these current bidders wanted Laura's business so bad they could taste it. They made an offer, and William turned it down out of hand. They made another one. A few days later and William asked them not to return, because they were wasting his client's time. They wanted one last shot at getting a lower price. They stood up and said, "It's been nice discussing this with you, but you are asking way too high a price. We are out of here."

William did not reply. He stood up, walked around the table, and calmly opened the door. The buyers bluff had been called. Now it was their turn: leave, or buy. 

The paperwork was initialed that day, and contracts signed three weeks later. The money went into the bank, after the government took their piece of the action. Twenty-eight million dollars and change made its way into Laura's pocket, and that was not all. Her father had a five million dollar insurance policy for himself and a one million dollars insurance policy on her mother. The sale of the family home brought in another two hundred and fifty thousand dollars. Last Christmas, she did not have two nickels she could rub together and call her own. In May, she had thirty-five million dollars in the bank that she knew of, and an additional eighteen million she would find out about, at a later time. Now she wanted to get even. 

She took William out to dinner at the little restaurant, where they met. She kicked the staff out of the kitchen area, and made some linguine. She made William a very special dish and served it with "a little oregano, butter, oil, and garlic." She brought it out and placed it in front of him, with a big smile on her face.

William looked at his dinner and recognized some of the ingredients. He licked it, sniffed it, and said, "Tangy, and a little salty. I know who came up this recipe."

"You are correct, William, and she came a lot for this recipe; Bon appetite."

"Where is your dinner, Laura?"

"You have to go into the kitchen and make it for me. Don't you remember? You tasted me, now I have to taste you."

"You are absolutely correct, my dear. I will be right back. Do you want linguine or Angel hair?

"Angel hair will be fine."

While William was otherwise engaged, Laura called Michael, the owner of the business, over to her. She said, "Michael, you were so good to me all those years I was in college. You kept me on, even though you were not busy enough to warrant it. I cannot thank you enough for treating me that way. I want to give you this present. It is for you and your family, for being kind to a person you did not know, but treated as part of that family." She handed him a check for five hundred thousand dollars.

Michael looked at the check and said, "Laura, I cannot take this money. You are like a daughter to us. Family does not take money from family."

"Michael put this money to good use. Fix-up the restaurant, if you want to, or put it away for college for your children. Whatever you do with it, it will remind you of how happy you made me over these last four years. It will remind me of how you made my education possible."

William came out of the back, carrying a plate of steaming Angel hair pasta. He asked Michael, "Did she or didn't she?"

"She did, William. I could not talk her out of it, regardless of what I did."

"I told you she was good Michael. I rarely win an argument with her, either."

"You two bet on what I was going to do here tonight?"

William replied, "It wasn't really a bet, because no money will change hands. However, I warned him that you were going to give him money tonight, for being the bighearted bum he is. His dad is the same way. He picked me up off the streets, and look what happened to me."

"Is that how you two know each other," she said, kissing her former boss. 

"William is that my dinner in your hand getting cold? If it is throw it out and do it again."

William smirked at her, and said, "You would have to wait a long time for your next plate of pasta. The chef has been drained completely."

"Then put it down so I can eat it, while it is still warm, please."

William asked, "A nice Chianti, if you please, Michael."

"Yes sir, right away."

He looked at Laura and said, "We should dine here more often; especially meals like this."

Laura picked a piece of hair out of her pasta and said, "I am going to have to give you a trim, Mister Zabo. Although this meal is very good, I can live without the hair."

2. And Then There Were Three

William and Laura were having dinner in their suite, when she went into labor. Laura panicked, however, William, was extremely calm. He had been through this many times, in Italy, and knew that there was no rush to get to the hospital. He called the front desk, and had them order a limousine to be in front of the hotel, because his wife was in labor. He took Laura by her arm, picked up the bag that was at the front door and walked her slowly to the elevator. As they reached the lobby, the manager was there to assist them to the waiting vehicle, and wish them well.

The hospital staff waited for them to arrive. As soon as they saw the limousine come to a stop, they helped Laura out, put her into a wheelchair, and brought her to her private suite in the maternity ward. William signed the appropriate paperwork, gave the admissions clerk a check, well in excess of the amount necessary, and told her what to do with any excess amount of money. Then he went to join Laura. Her doctor was already there.

Doctor Belavoir told William that Laura was in the very early stages of labor, and it would be many hours before the baby would be born.

William took the doctor aside, and said, "Doctor, I do not want her to labor for hours. I do not want her to suffer. Do what you have to do, and deliver the baby as soon as possible. If it is a matter of money, do not worry about it. Do not endanger the mother or the baby, just get it done and done quickly. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Mister Zabo, I understand you completely."

Doctor Belavoir had the nurses set up a saline IV drip, while he retrieved the medications himself, from the medication cart. The nurses wondered what he was doing, but did not want to run afoul of this highly respected physician.

He injected the labor-inducing drug into the saline solution, and waited for it to take effect. He turned Laura on her side and gave her a powerful anesthetic to relieve much of the pain of giving birth.

The nurses looked at each other, because this was entirely opposite normal procedure. The doctor looked at them, and shook his head. At that point, the nurse's knew the doctor was under pressure to do something he did not want to do.

A little more than two hours later, William and Laura's baby girl was born. She was a healthy 6 lbs. 2 oz. screamer, who apparently objected to being out of her mother's womb, and in the cold, cruel world. The initial tests pronounced the her healthy, and she was given to her mother, for a midnight snack.

Laura asked William if he would like to name her.

He said, "No, you do it. One day I am going to have to leave you both. I would rather you name her, after someone you love."

"I am going to name her after my maternal grandmother, Patricia. She was always kind to me, even when my parents were not."

William said, "On the birth certificate, her name will read: Patricia Laura Garrett. Two women I will love forever. My name will be listed as the father of this gorgeous child. Look how fair she is. She is going to have my hair and skin coloring. She has your face and eyes. She is going to break so many hearts, and leave them by the wayside. I only wish I would be here to watch it happen."

"You could always come to visit anytime you want."

"Yes, I know, however, my business does not always allow me to travel as I please. Like now, I have been away from Italy for nearly 2 years. I have not been allowed to leave, even for a visit with my family. It is that type of job. They tell me where I have to be, they pay me a princely amount of money, but I have no say where I can go or what I can do. I have no say in the matter."

"Can't you just quit William?"

"Yes, I could, but the consequences would be catastrophic. My reputation would be ruined, and everyone I love would disappear."

Laura wondered if she had heard him correctly, but decided to leave it alone, until they were back at the apartment. Had he said 'everyone' or 'everything' he loved would disappear? She now wondered whom he really worked for.

When they left the hospital, with the baby, Laura knew they were not going in the right direction. The hotel was the other way. She said, "William the driver is going in the wrong direction."

He smiled at her and said, "No, he is going in the right direction."

"Are we going to the pediatrician's office?"

"No, we are not going to the doctor's office."

"Are you going to tell me where we are going?"

"You will find out when we get there."

Limousine pulled up in front of a beautiful brownstone building in the heart of Manhattan. Laura's eyes opened wide and asked, "William, what did you do?"

"You cannot raise a baby in a hotel room. It is just not done. A baby needs a home, and so does her mother."

Laura nearly crushed him, when she threw herself across the seat and kissed him. She asked him, "How much did this cost you?"

As they stood in front of the building, William said, "Actually, your father bought this for you. I was able to retrieve the money, from his offshore accounts. I transferred it here, without the government noticing. I made this purchase from the account containing the money from the sale of his business, to make it look like a legitimate purchase. I replaced that money, with your father's and it is now in a safe in a bank in Vermont. It is in the form of Bearer Bonds. I added a bit to it, to make sure you would be safe and secure for life. I have both keys, and I am making special jewelry for both Patricia and you to have. You must wear yours at all times. Never take it off. When Patricia comes of age, give her the same instructions. The password to get into the vault is the name of my favorite movie: Swordfish. It is a John Travolta movie where a man uses computers to move money around the world. It is exactly what I do. Remember that name, and have Patricia watch the movie, and memorize that name: Swordfish."

When Laura walked inside, she found the home was fully furnished. Well, almost fully furnished. One room was empty. It had white walls, bare wooden floors, no drapes, or blinds on the windows, no plates on the wall sockets or the light switches. The room was barren.

Laura turned to William and asked, "What happened to this room?"

William was holding Patricia in his arms and looked at her mother, with a grin on his face.

The light bulb went on in Laura's head, and she said, "Oh, it is the nursery, and you left it for me to do. Thank you William, thank you so much."

Laura became very busy at home, between Patricia and decorating her room. 

William became very busy at work, leaving early in the morning, and sometimes not getting home, until seven or eight at night.

Several months past like this, and Williams face became lined with worry and tiredness. He was so tired at times he could not touch Laura. She however could touch him, and tried to sooth his worries away by massaging his back and neck. He appreciated her kindness and patience. 

One evening William came home with panic in his eyes, and Laura finally had the courage to ask him who he really worked for.

He responded, "Laura, I love you with all my heart, but you have already guessed who I work for. I want you to pack up what you need for yourself and the baby to leave here at a moments' notice. If I call you and ask, 'Did you buy apples today,' this is what I want you to do.




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 01a



William explained everything to her in detail, and had her repeat it to him, until she had it exactly right. She knew he was in trouble, big trouble, and would not let him off the hook, until he told her what it was.

Finally, William acquiesced and told her the entire story. He had found a paper trail that led to a mob boss, Paulo Valentino, who had stolen more than $100 million, over 6 years, from members of other high-ranking families. He had to tell them. He knew what the consequences of that action would be, if the Valentino family found out he had blown the whistle on them. He would have to run for his life, if the commission could not protect him. The Valentino family would come after her and Patricia. They would have to run, and disappear. He was having paperwork made up to change their names, drivers' license, birth certificates, credit cards, and everything else they would need to survive. He reminded her not to take off the crucifix that was now on her neck. "Never take it off, unless you need to get into the safety deposit box. The key is inside the crucifix. Patricia's key is inside hers. Remember the password: Swordfish."

They put the Brownstone up for sale, and within weeks, they had five bids on it. They accepted the one of the lower bids, because it was an all-cash, as is, deal. The buyers did not need to be in the house for 3 months, and they agreed to let Laura stay there, and pay rent for those months. She paid the rent in advance. Movers came in, and Laura had them pack 90% of William's clothes, and ship them to his home, in Italy. She shipped her clothes to a fictitious address in Aurora, Oregon.

William gave Laura all the paperwork she needed for her new life. She was not to start using it, until she and the baby got off the train in Buffalo. There she was to shred every bit of her previous identity. Checkbooks pictures, driver's license, credit cards, college certifications, and diplomas, everything she had worked for her entire life, was to disappear. In her new life, she was born in Philadelphia, and only had a GED High School diploma. This hurt her most of all.

When she started to cry over this situation, William said to her, "This does not change who you are, or what you are. This only tells the outside world that you are 'Laura Parent, single mother of Patricia Parent, whose father died in a car accident, 2 months before Patricia was born. You now own a small ranch, east of Glen Falls, New York. The bank is in Saint Johnsbury, Vermont. It is off the interstate that will take you to Canada. Leave a paper trail that will take you to Montréal, and then to Milan, Italy. Do not come to me, because they will follow you here. Go to the FBI in Washington, D.C., and tell them what is happening. They will help you. Tell them the entire story, including me. I will hear about it, step across the border to Switzerland, and then disappear. Do this for me; I need to know that you will be safe."

Laura promised to follow his directions, and dreaded the day the phone call would come. 6 weeks later it happened.

In a very chipper voice William called. "Laura honey, when you went shopping today, did you remember to buy apples?"

"No, William, I forgot. I will take the baby and go out buy them now. I am sorry; I know they are your favorite."

If anyone had been listening to their phone call, they would have believed it was a normal husband and wife conversation. However, it was a life altering conversation for both of them. He would be running for his life, and so would she.

Laura called the number that was on the refrigerator. She put on her jacket that had $20,000 sewn into its lining. A taxi pulled up in front of her home 15 minutes later. The driver came up to the door and helped her with the two suitcases. She gathered up Patricia locked the front door and got into the cab. "Penn Station please." She went to the ticket booth and asked for a compartment for her and the baby on the next train to Chicago, Illinois. She paid for it on her MasterCard and thanked the woman for her help. 2 hours and 15 minutes later, she boarded the train and was safe, in her compartment as it pulled out of the station shortly afterwards.

She ate in the parlor car, making herself as obvious as could be; nursing the baby as many people watched. The Amtrak train made many stops along the route, and when it stopped at Albany, she asked the conductor for a favor. She said, "I am taking my baby to the Mayo Clinic. She is very ill and I am going to try and put her to sleep. Can I give you the tickets all the way to Chicago, and put a do not disturb sign on the door, just in case I can get her to sleep."

The conductor was extremely nice. He said, "Ma'am, I would be very happy to help. I will tape your tickets to the outside of your door, and if anyone else comes along, they will punch them, and leave you alone. I will put a note on your door, saying do not disturb, and sign it. I hope your daughter gets well."

Laura gave him $20, which he said was unnecessary, but he pocketed it just the same. She said, "You are a blessing." He would definitely remember that phrase.

When the train stopped at Buffalo, she asked a nice young man to help her with her bags, because she had the baby in her arms. He was more than happy to oblige. She closed the door, leaving the tickets and the note in place, as she left the train. 

She placed all of her Laura Garrett documents, in a manila folder. She hired a taxi, and went to the local FedEx office. She asked if she could use their shredder. The manager balked, until she gave him $20. Then he said, "Of course, ma'am." Within a few moments, she was no longer Laura Garrett. Now she was Laura Parent. She went to the bus station, and bought one ticket to Albany, and then another to Glens Falls, New York. There is no charge for a baby, sitting on a mother's lap on a bus.

When they arrived, she was exhausted, and the Patricia was cranky. Laura could not blame her. Instead of going to the ranch, they went to a local hotel. She signed in under her new name, paid cash, went to their room, changed, and fed the baby. After that, they both fell asleep.

Patricia woke up first, because she was hungry. The milk machine was still unconscious, on the bed, so she screamed, until it started to move. Laura looked at the little blonde bombshell, in the crib, and said, "You couldn't give me 2 more hours?" 

She walked over to the crib; check the diaper, which was muddy, and said, "Yuck! Double duty at this time of the morning; you certainly know how to start my day off right."

Laura did the diaper thing, washed Patricia down from head to toe, moisturized, powdered, brushed, and re-diapered her. She put three pillows, together at the head of the bed, took off her nightshirt and let Patricia feed to her heart's content. She had one constant problem: when she nursed her little girl; she became horny as hell. With William no longer around to satisfy her needs, she had to decide on a replacement for him, or a facsimile. Neither option appeal to her at this moment. After Patricia had finished nursing, Laura put her back in her crib to see if she would sleep. She returned to bed and let her right hand drift down and open the lips to her pleasure palace. With two fingers she pressed on the nub that William used his teeth to torture her. She closed her eyes and imagined it was him between her thighs. She used his technique to increase her pleasure. Slow circular motions around it at first. Then she squeezed it, with her nails, to simulate his biting it. It caused her to raise her hips off the bed, in a search for pleasure. Her hole started weeping. Her fluids were dripping at an ever-increasing rate, down the channel over her ass hole. Her left hand grasped her nipple, squeezed, and tormented it, as he did. Her hands moved faster and stronger every second. She removed her hand from her breast, moved it down to her hole, and inserted three fingers into it. She forced them in, as deep as she could, and started fucking herself, in a rapid motion. She felt her abdomen, turn into a steel knot. She fucked herself faster, until her hand turned into a blur. She used her nails and squeezed them into the sides of her clit so hard she almost drew blood. She screamed in pleasure as she exploded into an orgasm worthy of William's desire.

Unfortunately, the scream woke up Patricia, who was startled and cried, in fear. Laura was still coming down from Nirvana, and could not move. She could barely speak. She tried to calm her baby down by singing to her, but her breath was so short, she could not get the words out. When she was finally able to stand, actually wobble, she held on to the bed and slowly moved over to the crib, only to find Patricia had calmed herself, and fallen back to sleep.

"Bitch; when you get older, you, and I are going to have a long talk about today. One day, I will find you in bed, with a boyfriend. I am going to wait until just before you cum. Then, I am going to walk into your room, and scream like hell. I hope I leave you hanging right on the edge, as your boyfriend dives out the window. You ruined the best cum I have had in weeks."

Laura kept staring down at the crib, as if she was expecting Patricia to answer her back. Then she picked her daughter up, placed her on her shoulder, and rocked her lovingly as she slept. She thought, "I have to buy you a car seat today. Actually, I should buy a car first."

3. Beginning Life Anew

4 years later, Laura Parent walked hand-in-hand, with Patricia, up the walkway to Elmtree Elementary school. She looked just like her father. She had blonde hair, blue eyes, and skin so fair, at times it looked translucent. She was a precocious little girl, who had learned to read by the age of three, and she could add, subtract, multiply, and divide, already. She loved to ice skate and horseback ride on her own little pony, Teddy. At the end of the first school day, when Laura went to pick Patricia up, she was called in to the school office. The teacher was furious with Patricia. Laura could not understand why, because her little girl was always very friendly. When she asked the teacher what the problem was the teacher replied, "Your daughter cannot call the other students 'idiots' when they cannot answer a question properly."

Laura said, "Math!"

The teacher replied, "Yes." 

"Mrs. Moore, there is only one-way around that, because she does the Sudoku faster than I do. Have her tested and find out what class she belongs in. If you don't do that, she will drive you crazy for the rest of the year."

After testing her, they tested her again because they didn't believe the first round of tests. Then they brought in a psychologist to interview her to see if she was emotionally stable. After all this testing, they started her in the 4th grade. She excelled in every subject, except gym. She was a lot shorter than the rest of the students in her grade. She never received a mark less than A, and if another student got an A+, she wanted to know why she did not. 

Laura had to beg the teachers to give Patricia more homework because it took her less than 30 minutes for her to do all of it. She would walk into the house, say hello, grab a piece of fruit, go to her room, do all her homework, change her clothes, walk back out of her room, throw her laundry in the hamper and go outside to play.

When Laura would go into check her work, it was impeccable. Her printing was perfect, her answers correct, her books neatly stacked for the next day, and her room tidy. If she wanted to yell at Patricia for doing something wrong, she would have to make it up."

At 8 years old, she tested out of grade school. At 10 she was out of high school. At 13, she graduated with a Bachelor Science from Smith College. She loved computers and she had scholarship offers from everywhere to continue her education. She surprised everyone, when she turned them down and went to the University of Massachusetts/ Amherst to study Computer Engineering, Computer Security, Computer Networking, and everything else they had that had to do with information retrieval and machine learning. During her years there, she became known as "The Ice Queen." Her hair and skin were snow white. Her favorite color was white. Her friend used to tell her, "If it snowed, no one would know where she was."

Her ice-skating was championship level, and she played piano and violin, for the school orchestra. She told everyone who asked, that both were just like math; once you put the numbers in the right place, everything became simple.

The only thing young men did not find simple about her was getting between her thighs. Those legs were locked closed, much like her mothers' had been. Laura and Patricia had talked long and deep about the subject of sex and religion. Laura was still a practicing Catholic. Patricia was Catholic by birth. She was on the pill but had not yet had sex with anyone. It was not that she did not want to have sex; it was a combination of not having enough desire, and not meeting the right person. Besides, she liked computers better than men; they spoke her language.

As the end of her 3rd year approached, two Noble laureates from MIT approached her, and asked her to attend MIT in the fall. Even Patricia could not turn down this offer. She idolized these men; and what they had accomplished in the field of computer sciences. She knew this was a set-up, because these men did not normally walk around on a campus of another school accidentally. She felt honored.

At the ceremony, on graduation day, Patricia again graduated summa cum laude, with 3 Masters Degrees over the three-year period. The entire student body and faculty stood up and applauded her success. After her speech, she sat down and looked at her mother seated in the front row. Laura thought to herself, "William would be so proud of his daughter. Not yet eighteen years old, but she had Three Masters Degrees, and she was going to MIT in the fall, on a full scholarship for her PhD. I cannot even write him a note to tell him." Tears formed in her eyes, both in happiness for her daughter, and in sadness for her lover.

She did not see the eyes in the crowd looking at her, and Patricia, while she was on the stage. He was not sure, but he was very curious. The woman was the right age, and so was the daughter. They had lived at the same address for almost seventeen years, and that fit also. What did not fit was why a beautiful forty year-old woman would not find someone to marry, after all these years. Her story checked out. Her husband had died in a horrific car accident two months before the child was born. However, something did not feel right about these two. He needed instructions from New York. He used his long lens camera and took pictures of Patricia and Laura at every opportunity, especially when they stood together. Hopefully one of their specialists would be able to match them up. He left the scene, before he heard that one of the prizes Laura had received was a new car, from a school alumnus.

Laura flew home to prepare for Patricia's arrival to spend an entire two months with her, on the ranch.

Patricia had a private dorm room. She started to pack it up and bring her things over to her MIT dorm. Some of the things she was not going to need she packed into the trunk, and backseat of her old car. After a few days of running back and forth, and getting everything straightened away, she was finally ready to go home. 

Laura was in the barn brushing down one of her horses, when she looked out of the barn door and saw four heavily armed men sneaking towards the house. Williams' warning rang in her head. They had found her. If they had found her, they had probably found Patricia. She climbed up the ladder, into the loft. She took out her cell phone, and called her daughter.

Patricia picked up her cell phone looked at the caller ID, and saw it was her mom. She said, "Hi, mom, what's up?"

Laura said one word, "Swordfish," and hug up the phone.

Patricia yelled into the phone, "Mom, mom, mom." There was no reply. They had been over this time and time again. There was no time for sentiment. There was no time for delay. If they were ever to see each other again, it would be in the offices of the FBI, in Washington, D.C. Now, she had to move her ass, quickly.

Reflexively, she grabbed the cross on her neck, just to make sure it was there. She could not find her lab partner, Sandy, who was going to drive her old car to Glen Falls. She left her a note, "Sandy stay here; do not go to my home. Call me ASAP. P" 

She had to leave now. She grabbed her emergency travel coat and felt for the money sewn inside. It was there. She picked up the remaining bag from her room, went down to her new car and headed north on Interstate 93. It was three hours to St. Johnsbury. She kept one eye on the road ahead, and the other on the road behind her. She needed to know if anyone was following her. After the first hour, she believed she was safe.

Sandy never saw the note. She went directly from her room to the car. She drove west towards Glens Falls; on the Massachusetts Turnpike. She was singing along, with an old tune, when the car exploded into a fireball.

Hundreds of students were still in the dorm, most of them underclassmen, when the phone in Patricia's room rang. A young woman went in to answer it, thinking it might be Patricia's mother. As soon as she lifted the phone off the receiver, the room exploded and destroyed a quarter of the building. Thirty-seven students were dead, fifteen seriously injured, and seven were unaccounted for.

The men at the ranch eventually found Laura hiding in the loft. After beating her mercilessly, and asking her where Patricia was, they put her inside the house, at the closest point to the natural gas tanks. They went outside, and set an explosive that blew up the tanks and the house, simultaneously.

Sitting in his home in Queens, New York, Bruno Valentino watched these three explosions, with joy in his heart. He had avenged his father's death at the hands of the other families. He had killed the family members of that turncoat William Zabo. He should have kept his mouth closed when it came to that money. No one missed it, because no one knew it existed in the first place. His father had made it, his father had earned it, and they had killed him, because he did not share it with them.

They would not allow him to go after Zabo, because that would have started a war and it would have hurt business. No one was allowed to hurt business, not even him. However, it did not mean that, William Zabo could not be killed in a traffic accident. "His accident was already pre-ordained."

Patricia got off Interstate 93, and pulled into the first gas station she could find. She took care of her personal needs, and filled up the car with gasoline, and half a ton of junk food and drinks. Before she drove to the bank, she took the chain off her neck for the first time since she was thirteen years old. She put it on the floor, and slammed her foot down on it. The edges crushed, and the sides popped open. She took out the key and put the precious stones, into her wallet. She walked into the bank, went to a desk, and told the woman she needed access to the vault. She showed the woman her key. The woman asked for her name and for her to type in her password. Patricia did both, without hesitation. The green computer light went on, as it accepted the password, and the woman took her to the vault. She went to the appropriate box, inserted her key, and allowed Patricia to insert hers. Patricia pulled out the box and followed the woman to a private booth.

She sat and examined the contents. There was sixty million dollars in Bearer Bonds. Her mother told her they would be a great deal of money in the box, enough for her to do whatever she felt necessary to save her life. She was surprised to find a letter from her father. It said, 




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 01a



"Dearest daughter, if you are reading this, it means the woman I loved most in my life is dead. I grieve with you. Now you must think of your own life. If these men are after you, you must run and hide. The only place you must not come is to Italy. They have many allies here. Enclosed are files that may help the authorities follow the money trail members of the Valentino family have used for years. They are the ones that killed your mother and are after you. 

Do what your mother has told you to do, and do it quickly. I love you very much Patricia. You were a child of love, and I wish beyond words that I could protect you, now." 

Papa

Besides the documents that might help the authorities close in on the Valentino family, there was one other document inside. Her father had placed a copy of her birth certificate in there for her to have. She now knew her birth name, and the name of her father. It was more important to her than the money in the box. She put the bonds into her briefcase, but put her birth certificate into her pocketbook. She was not going to let it disappear. She left the vault, thanked the woman.

She got in the car and followed the plan. She stopped at Newport for gasoline and food, which she charged on a credit card. She crossed into Canada, and ate at a diner in Magog. She stayed the night at a hotel, and the following morning, she headed for Montréal. She parked the car in the long-term parking lot, and purchased a first-class ticket to Milan; all on the same credit card. Later that day, she went through security and to the boarding area. She struck up a friendly conversation with a young woman, with blonde hair. They talked for hours waiting for their departure time. Patricia asked the young woman to watch her carry-on for a moment, because she thought she saw a friend. She went over to a young man, took his hand, and talked to him about nothing really important. He smiled at her, because she was really pretty, and in hopes of something more happening, while they were on the plane.

She told him she would see him later, and he nodded his head. Patricia returned to her seat and asked the young woman for a favor. She said, "I know this is going to sound crazy, but would you change seats with me. I am sitting in first class and my friend is sitting in coach. I would really like to sit with him, if you know what I mean."

The young woman was stunned. Patricia was offering her a five thousand dollars first-class ticket, in return for a one thousand dollar coach ticket. Of course, she would do it for her. She would do it for her in a heartbeat.

They exchanged tickets and Patricia reminded the young woman to acknowledge the appropriate name as she boarded the airplane. She even remembered to give the woman her baggage claim tickets. As the aircraft began its boarding procedures, first-class passengers were boarded first. The young woman stood up and worked her way towards the entrance to the Jetway. Patricia moved closer to the young man just for show. When the young woman turned around to waive, she waved back. As soon as this act was over, Patricia headed for the exit. She picked up her car and drove to Washington, D.C., using nothing but cash.

Now she had to establish her bona fides, with the people there, to get their help and put Bruno Valentino away for murdering her mother, and her schoolmates. If it were up to her, she would take every penny that he had first, and announce on the radio that she had done it. Then let the bastard, try to get her. She would slice him open, using the blades on her ice skates.

On Monday morning, she opened an account at the PNC Bank in Arlington, and took a taxi to the Hoover building. She thought the building was as ugly as hell. She walked in and the guard asked her what her business was. She asked to speak to someone in the organized crime division, because she had some paperwork they might be interested in.

She waited for ten minutes before an agent came down, gave her a visitor's badge and took her up to see his boss. The man immediately got on her nerves

"What do you have for me, little lady?"

"Who are you talking to scumbag?"

The agent standing next to her nearly fell down laughing.

"Okay, let's try this again. How my I help you, ma'am?"

"I am sure you know my name. I gave it to the man downstairs. They do not let terrorists into this building unescorted. This young man, said hello to me downstairs using my name. Would you like to try it one more time?"

"Hello Miss Parent, how may I be of assistance to you?"

"Hello, Special Agent Campbell. I have in my possession paperwork that may help you take down the Valentino family. My father, William Zabo used to work for them nearly 20 years ago. He set up this system. He believes they are still using it today to get around the currency laws and banking rules to move money around the world. Would you like to see this paperwork?"

"Miss Parent, I would give my eye teeth to look at it."

After perusing the papers for a few moments, Campbell said to his assistant, "Get forensic accounting in here now."

"Miss Parent, how long have you had this in your possession?"

"That is a little tricky to answer. Technically, the answer would be twenty years. Physically, it would be three days."

"Would you care to explain the disparity in that time period?"

"Not to you, Mister Campbell, I will tell someone higher up the food chain though; like the director, or the assistant director of the Bureau."

"Miss Parent, this information is good; however, it is not earth shattering. It is also twenty years old. If you want to see the A/D or the director, you are going to have to come up with something better than that."

Patricia stood up and said, "Okay, tell the director that all the FBI computers, including the backups at Fort Meade will be going off-line tomorrow at noon. Here is my cell phone number, tell him to call me when he wants them turned back on."

Campbell said, "Parent that is bull shit. No one can do that to our computers."

Patricia stuck her hand in the air, and waved it, as she walked away. She yelled, "See you tomorrow."

As a precaution, Campbell called the head of the computer security systems to advise him of the threat. 

When the supervisor started laughing, Campbell felt like an idiot.

At 11:55 AM, the next morning, Patricia called Campbell's office. He asked, "What can I do for you this morning, Miss Parent?"

"I just want to make sure you have my cell phone number handy. In three minutes and thirty seconds the computers will go down, and the only way they will come back up is if the director speaks to me himself. Enjoy the rest of your day, Mister Campbell."

Campbell wanted to laugh, but his eyes were riveted on the large clock on the wall. As it past 11:59 AM, it became like a NASA countdown: 20 seconds-15-10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1-0. The computers went dark. The office staff started yelling. Everything was dead. The elevators were dead. Everything electronic was dead. No one could communicate. The FBI was dead. This was not happening. He grabbed the piece of paper took out his cell phone, and called his superior. His superior called the assistant director, the assistant director got the director on the line, and the director took the phone number down and punched it into his cell phone.

Patricia Parent answered her phone, sweetly, "Hello, how may I help you?"

"You can turn my fucking computers back on."

"What computers might those be; the computers that cannot be turned off, by anyone?"

"Yes dammit, those computers."

"If those computers cannot be turned off, they should be running right now. Am I correct?"

"Miss Parent, I do not know how you did it. However, you have made your point. Please turn our computers back on."

"I am not going to be charged with a crime or anything like that sir. Please remember, I am taping this?"

"I give you my word as director of the FBI; I am not going to charge you with any federal, state, local or municipal crime."

"Okay, I believe you. Here come your computers." Within a nanosecond everyone's computer was back humming like nothing had ever gone wrong.

Director Free said, "Miss Parent, I would like to speak with you about this, as soon as possible."

"Would you like to join me for lunch; I am in your cafeteria."

"I am on my way down." He hung up the phone and yelled, "Seal this building; I do not want her getting out of here."

Director Free walked into the cafeteria and Patricia waved at him so he could join her. He looked at her, with daggers in his eyes and said, "Miss Parent you are not leaving this building, until you tell us how you disabled our computers."

"Mister Director, I believe you know my attorney, Andrew Davis."

Michael Free turned and saw his most dreaded nightmare. The American Civil Liberties Union attorney Andrew Davis smiling at him with his pearly whites, and a cup of coffee in his left hand.

Andrew said, "Mike did I just hear you threaten my client with illegal detention and imprisonment, without being mirandized or charged?"

"She shut down our entire worldwide system. I cannot let her get away with that Andy."

"Mike, I believe she told you she was taping a particular portion of your conversation did she not?"

"I was being coerced at the time." 

"You have four hundred armed agents in this building, and you are being coerced by an eighteen-year-old girl in the cafeteria, who was talking to you on the telephone. I do not think I will have any trouble getting this case dismissed. I also know a very good lawyer, who might be able to take you to court and sue your pants off Mike."

"Can we just sit down and talk about this for a little while, like civilized human beings?"

"That is what she wanted to do, at the beginning, and you come in here with cannons blasting away."

"Miss Parent what do you want from the FBI and what will you give us in return."

"I want to take down the Valentino family, brick by brick, and prick by prick. I want to do it my way, and if I need help, I want to pick the people I want to use. I don't want people that are going to run off and say "Can't do that because..." I will not break any laws that I know of, but I want to take these people down. They killed my mother, they killed my friends at school, and they are going to try to kill my father and me. I want all of them dead or in jail, with no chance of getting out ever."

"You mean they were responsible for the massacre in Massachusetts?"

"They were responsible for that horror, the car explosion on the Massachusetts Turnpike, and the explosion at my mother's home, in Glen Falls. Now they are going to go after my father, William Zabo, and me."

"We could put you in protective custody."

"You could put me with a Cray 4 Computer, and watch me tear them a new asshole."

"I would have to spend half my yearly budget to buy time on that thing."

"I still want free access to your mainframe."

"That is not a problem. We can give you your own password, and codes to get in. We can also give you codes to let us know if you are in trouble. However, I want you on our payroll."

"I will not be an FBI agent, because you do not pay enough. I will accept a position as an independent contractor, and charge you a moderate hourly fee, only when I am working on stuff that involves your activities. However, when I am working the items concerning the Valentino family, I will be working on my dime. Do you agree?"

"I think that will be an equitable arrangement. What do you consider a moderate hourly fee?"

"Since I am giving you the source codes to keep your computers from going down for free, I think eight hundred dollars an hour is reasonable."

Mike Free was about to say something, but with the two thousand dollar an hour lawyers parading up and down the streets of Washington DC, he thought eight hundred dollars an hour might be a bargain.

"You have a deal, Miss Parent. Let me take you to payroll and I will introduce you to a few people there. Then we will go down to speak to someone in the computer security area. I am going to kick his ass, from here to next Sunday, because he said it was not possible."

"Mister Free, it is just like the Northeast Blackout of the early 1960s. If you can get one domino to fall in the right direction, you can get all of them to fall."

"Patricia, please don't tell me it is that easy, I will never sleep at night again."

"Okay, Mister Free, make believe it is two dominoes falling in the same direction."

"Thank you, I feel much better now."

"I want two things from you, Mister Free. I want my real name back, and I want to play with the main frame, today. I want to see if I can give China a cold."

"We don't do that here. That is the Treasury Departments job."

"Okay, I will stop by there tomorrow morning, and introduce myself."

"I don't think you will have to do that Patricia, the vultures are circling already."

"What do you mean?"

"Look at the entrance to our cafeteria. There are two CIA agents, three from Homeland Security, and two from the State Department. The word must be out already about what you did to our computers. They are going to try to take you away from me. Andy, hide her, please. I will owe you dinner."

Andrew Davis laughed and said, "Not McDonald's this time, Mike. An expensive sit down dinner; or I turn her over, when I get to the door."

"Dammit, Andy I need you to get her out of here."

Andrew Davis started telling Patricia that if she got caught bringing 'moonshine' into the District of Columbia again, he would not be able to help her, the next time. He continued this long enough that the people from the three agencies continued looking for this computer genius. They did not take notice of her as they were walking past them.

Patricia said to Davis in a lilting, Virginia accent, "Mister Davis, it was only one hundred and sixty proof. It would not even grow hair on the back of a Chihuahua."

The seven agents laughed as they continued perusing the cafeteria area looking for the Director of the FBI. Finding him sitting with a young woman, they encircled him and ordered to know who the young woman was.

Free didn't know, so he asked the young woman to state her name and occupation.

It could not have worked out better for him, because the young woman was a reporter for a local TV station, running down a lead for a story. The seven men backed off quickly, and disappeared into the building.

Sitting in the bowels of the Hoover building the head of computer security kept telling Patricia that the codes she had entered would not shut down the computers.

Patricia asked him, "Do you want me to press enter, or would you like to do it?"

He asked, "How long will it take me to bring it back up?"

She smiled at him and said, "You want to bring it back up? It would take you at least one month to find the protocols; and another six weeks to write the code to bring them back up."

"I have two PhD's in computer science and computer language. You only have Masters Degrees, in computer security, and a few other piddly computer sciences. I could eat you up and spit you out as far as computers go."

"I guess that means I should hit enter, then go home and go to bed."

"If you touch that button, I will have that agent put you in jail."

Patricia said, "Sam, do you see this card on my lapel. This is my 'Get out of Jail Free' card. It is signed by the director himself. So go fuck off. If you want me to run a simulation; I can do that. If you want me to do it for real, all I have to do is hit enter. What do you want me to do?"

"How fast can you bring up the computers?"

Patricia pulled out a flash drive and said, "Thirty seconds."

"Give me a minute; I'm going to send out a flash message to all stations that computers will be going down."

Patricia smiled and said, "So you believe the codes I put in that can't possibly work, will work."

"Fuck off, Patricia."

"I have not done that yet, Sam. I would not know how to do it."

Sam's head nearly came off his shoulders as he turned and looked at her. "You have to be shitting me, Pat. How did someone as good-looking as you keep your thighs closed this long?"

"I was busy studying all the time. I liked numbers better than men. I understood numbers because they made sense. Most men were idiots! The rest of them were barely table trained."

"I see you have a very low opinion of the male of the species."

"The male of the species has a very low opinion of the female of the species. It is a mutually shared opinion."

Sam said, "The message is out, and it is time to hit the button. Go ahead, Patricia, add me to your lowly opinion of males."

Patricia handed Sam, the flash drive, and told him to boot it up on his laptop. When he said he was ready, she hit enter. The building went dark.

"Do you believe me now, Sam? If you do, hit shift, insert, enter." The building came back to life instantly.

"Patricia, that code cannot possibly work, but it does. You have to explain to me why it does. Then we are going to have to go to the CIA, and every other intelligence agency, and give it to them. This could be the biggest thing since the Garden of Eden." 

"What a great name, Sam. That is what we will call it. I think I will Patent and Copyright it. I should be richer than Solomon when the Saudi's here about it."

"Do you think the United States government is going to let you near the Patent Office, with three reams of paper containing this Code?" 

"Of course they will Sam." She pulled the flash drive from his laptop and said, "However, we are going to be the only ones with the codes to turn them back on. We can make our military, industrial, banking, and business computers invulnerable to this viral worm with a few adjustments. If the Chinese, Russians, Iranians, or whoever, try to shut us down, we will shut them down. When they realize they cannot restart their computers, they will have to beg us for help. 

Our government will magnanimously, offering our assistance on terms that they are going to find hard to swallow."

"All you want for this is our help in taking down one crime family."

"No, I want to do that myself. I just want to use your computers to do it. If and when I need your help, then I will ask for it."

"I'm going to set up a meeting with the intelligence agencies. They are probably going to want to do it at the CIA, or possibly the NSA. Dress in black; it is their favorite color."

Patricia stayed in the computer center late that evening searching for a name, and address, in Italy. When she found it, she drafted a letter:

Dear Mister Zabo, It is with the deepest regret that I inform you of the death of Laura Parent. She was killed in an explosion at her home, in Glen Falls, New York. The incident was not accidental. Now, the Valentino family is coming after you. I am going after them, using your model. Take all necessary precautions to protect yourself. My mother loved you, until the day she died. 

I will see you one day, papa. 

Patricia Garrett

When William Zabo read the Telex he was frightened; not for himself, but for his daughter. She had no idea who she was going up against, and what they were capable of doing. Even worse than that, he had no way of protecting her. However, she had reached out to him somehow, and told him to protect himself, from the Valentino's wraith. How did she find him? He thought he was untraceable. He had not kept track of Laura or Patricia for fear someone might be able to backtrack his communiqués. Now that they knew where he was, he was free to do checking of his own. Three hours to the North was Switzerland. He would leave, quietly, in the middle of the night. He would still have to be very careful. They might have eyes on him already.