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Why I Hated The Guy From The FBI

By: Prolonged_Debut10



a. Everything in this story is, completely, fictional. No person, place, ethnic group, or agency in this story, is meant to embarrassed, or implicated in any wrongdoing. Please view this story, in that context.

b. If you are looking for sex in every sentence, and paragraph, do not bother reading the story. This is a story that includes erotic sexual scenes in many places. If you read my previous story, "Having Fun with Dycke and Payne", you realize that a story that leads to sex, can be more titillating, then having an opening line that starts with afour letter word. This story will have very little sex. I will make it as titillating and erotic as possible, however the way I have this story laid out so far, "The Story Is My Obsession!"

1. An introduction to 'Family' life.

Antonia Josephine Caruso, and had just arrived home, after graduating, second in her class, from The Immaculate Conception Women's Academy, in Plattsburg, New York. She was a virgin and very naïve, when it came to the mysteries of sex, at the age of eighteen. Her father had sent her to this nunnery, from the age of six, to be schooled, and to be kept away from immoral influences. It was not as bad as you might think, because she had all the modern conveniences: a wooden cross over her single bed, a statue of the Virgin Mary on her night table, a bible, and a bench to kneel on, so you could pray in your off hours. However, in class, they did have computers, an up to date laboratory, for science experiments, and an excellent language arts department. She could now pray fluently in Latin, French, Italian, and English.

Her younger brother is Anthony Vincent Caruso. I would wager at this point, you could guess their father's name is Anthony. Anthony Joseph Caruso VI. Thankfully, he did not continue using the same name middle name for his son. Everyone calls him 'Vincent or Vinny,' so our father, and he do not answer to the same call. 

Vincent is in his senior year of high school, also, due to the vagaries of school admission policies on birth dates, and the church knowing our father, extremely well. 

My father had different rules for Vincent, than he had for me, because Vincent is a 'man.' He is allowed to screw anything in a skirt, except me, of course, as long as he does not get the girl pregnant. My mother has no say in this matter. Vincent could bring a girl home, in the middle of the school day, have sex with her, and then return to school, without any repercussions. My mother would even make them lunch, after they were finished. Then, she would go to his room and change his linens. 

My school year ended, one month before Vincent's this year, because I was exempted from taking final exams. On several occasions, I could hear the screams, vulgar words, and cries of passion coming from his room. I found my hands traveling to places, they had never gone before, and I was leaking fluids from my vagina. I was going to ask my mother about this, but I feared she might tell my father about these questions, so I did not ask them.

I was given a new, laptop computer, so I could continue my studies, over the summer, before beginning college. I was, also, given a cell phone, which I found out had a GPS locator in it, so my father could constantly keep track of me. After reading the manual, I found out I could use the phone to send real-time images to my computer. I decided to use the phone, to see what sex looked like, in the flesh. 

Every day I would sneak into Vincent's room, and place my cell phone in an area that faced his bed. If he brought a girl home, I would have a ringside seat, and learn, firsthand, about the intricacies of sex.

Less than one week later, it happened. Vincent brought this gorgeous, girl home. Her olive skin and black hair were stunning, and her body was amazing. She was statuesque, without the oversized chest, or wide hips. She was perfectly proportioned, and as Vincent undressed her completely, she did not have a flaw on her body. 

Vincent kissed her from the top of her head to the soles of her feet. His hands and mouth paid special attention to her breasts, paying homage to them. After a while, he moved his body down, kissing her ribs, her stomach, and her abdomen. He played with the curls of her hair above her pubic bone and his mouth played at the area between her thighs and vagina. Then she screamed!

Vincent's mouth had moved from her thigh to her vagina and his tongue was between her vaginal lips; licking her from top to bottom. His thumb seemed to have found something that had her writhing in pleasure, because pain never looked like this. Her hips lifted up, off the bed. She pressed her vagina up towards his tongue and fingers, as if she was begging for more. After a minute, or what I thought was a minute, her body went rigid, she screamed, again, and her body went slack. I wondered if she had fainted.

Vincent got out of the bed, with a big smile on his face. He went to his dresser and pulled out two towels, and return to the beautiful young woman. He gently wiped the sweat from her body and cleaned the liquid from between her thighs, never once touching the area between her legs. He climbed back into bed with her, and pressed his body against hers. Initially, I thought it was an attempt to keep her warm, until I saw his hand move down her body, and enter her vagina and he started moving his fingers in and out of it.

The girl's hips began to move, following his fingers. Her eyes opened, looked into his face, and smiled. Vincent kissed her passionately, and moved his body between her thighs. His penis was very big and I wondered how it would ever fit into such a small space. He pushed her thighs wider and continued to kiss the girl, while he took aim at her opening. As soon as the head of his penis was inside of her, I saw her react by pulling her hips backward. Vincent talked to her for a moment, and then reinserted the tip of his penis. He started moving back and forth, using only the first inch or so, until she became comfortable with the intrusion.

She looked up at him, and nodded her head; Vincent increased his speed but not his depth. The young woman smiled and seemed to enjoy what he was doing, until Vincent powered his hips forward, until his pubic bone met hers.

She screamed, violently, and I could see tears coming from her eyes. Vincent stopped moving. He kissed her face, held her tightly, and said something to her that I could not hear. After a time, she moved her hands back to his shoulders, and Vincent started to move his hips in and out of her very slowly. She still seemed to be in some pain, but not as much as she was before. Vincent started playing with her breasts, and biting playfully at her ears. I could see her hips start to move in rhythm with his. Whatever the problem was before, it was gone now. She was enjoying what Vinnie was doing, and was encouraging him to move faster.

It was very evident that he had done this many times before, because the young woman cried out in ecstasy, not once or twice but three times before Vincent stiffened and poured his essence inside the young woman, and she swooned, again. When he was finished, he rolled away from her, and picked up the second towel. He began cleaning up the area between her thighs. I was amazed to see that she had bled so profusely, because of what he had done to her. I had to find out for myself, why this had happened. Was this normal, and did it occur every time two people had intercourse? The act itself was beautiful to behold, and the way the young woman reacted during the procedure excited me. However, the initial pain, and the thought of bleeding every time I would do that, worried me. 

I saved what I saw on a password-protected file. After Vincent and his girlfriend left, I retrieved my cell phone from his room, which had a very intense odor in it, and recharged it. I changed my wet underwear, which had a funny smell emanating from them, also. Then I place them with my other laundry, which I would do myself, later.

That evening, when my father got home, he was angry as hell with me, and wanted to know where I had been all day.

"Dad, I was in my room studying all day. I never left the house."

In his bellowing voice, he called out, "Rose, come here."

"What is the problem now, Anthony?"

"Did Antonia leave the house today?"

"No Anthony, she was in her room all day studying. I had to go up to her room, and force her to come down for lunch."

"Why didn't you answer your cell phone, Antonia?"

I looked at him as if he were crazy and said, "Dad, I was at home. I had the phone turned off."

"Oh, right. Okay, we will forget about it."

"Forget about what, dad. I do not have any friends here. I do not have a car. If I try to leave the house, one of your people stop me. What did you think I was going to do, and where did you think I could go?"

"I am not worried about what you are doing. I am worried about what someone might do to you."

"You mean have some fun, like Vincent does in his bedroom. Go to a movie so I can see what is happening in the twenty first century. Do you realize, I am eighteen years old, and I have not been inside a movie theater? I had to watch a movie on my 19-inch monitor last night. I bet 'Titanic' would have been amazing on a big screen."

"Vincent is a man, and that makes him different. If you want to watch movies, I will buy you a giant-screen television."

"What about the girls Vincent brings home? They are just like me, and he is taking advantage of them."

"They are tramps. Anyone who would do that, before marriage, deserves what they get."

"What is going to happen, when I go to college this fall, dad? Are you going to have armed guards around me, twenty-four hours a day?"

"You are going to college in Italy, under the protection of our family, in Novaro. The University of Milan is an excellent school, and you can take whatever courses you want there."

"I had a feeling you were going to do something like that to me. Just remember, that the Swiss border is just north of Milan. From there, I can disappear to any place in the world."

"Antonia, I am looking out for your well-being. Do not do anything foolish. Many people do not like me, and they can get back at me, by hurting you."

"Vincent runs around like a bull, in a field of cows. You want me to remain a virgin, until you can marry me off to a 'family' member and form an alliance. I will not do that, dad. I will not be a good wife, like mom. I will not put up with a man, who leaves the house, does not tell me where he is going, and when he is coming back. I will not be insulted by knowing looks from women that my husband is screwing, behind my back. It is not going to happen to me. Whether it is here, or in Italy, I will screw the first man available and ruin your precious plan, to keep me a virgin."

"Antonia, there are doctors now, that can put that little piece of flesh back where it belongs. It is painful to lose your virginity the first time. It is painful to have it replaced, and it is painful to lose it the second time. Be careful what you wish for, because you may just get it."

"Thank you, dad, for that information. I can have sex, just like Vincent, before you try to marry me off to some goon of your choice."

My father had never hit me before, probably because I was away at school, most of the time. I think the thing that shocked, both him and me, as I lie on the floor, was that I did not cry. I just looked up at him, and asked, "Do you feel better now, dad?"

After I said that, my mother got between us and told my father to go into the kitchen and get a drink. I believe those with the most forceful words I had ever heard my mother speak to my father. She helped me up, looked at my face, which was developing a huge handprint, and told me to go to my room. She said she would be there in a moment, with some ice.

True to her word, my mother walked into my room with an ice pack, and a glass of wine. I had never had an alcoholic beverage, so I looked at her and asked, "Is the wine for me or for you?"

My mom said, "Do not be funny, Toni. I thought I was going to have to take you to the dentist and have half your teeth put back in your mouth."

"No, mom, my teeth are fine. However, my face does feel like it is on fire."

"Drink some wine, Toni; it is for the pain you will be in soon. Then lie down, and let me put this ice pack on your face, so you do not turn black and blue."

"I am alright, mom, but the ice will feel good."

"I do not understand how you did not cry out, after he hit you. I would have, and I think Vincent would have. What he gave you was not a love tap. He gave you his best shot. He was trying to make a point with you, and now he thinks he failed. He is going to brood over this, for days."

"You can thank the "Sisters of the Good Shepherd" for that mom. They taught me every day, never to let anyone see what you are thinking or feeling. They are taken advantage of by priests, bishops, cardinals, and the Pope. They bear it in silence, until they are back in their home. Only then, when in the presence of their 'Mother Superior', and their fellow sisters, do they vent their anger and frustration, at the stupidity of men. I have watched it, and been a part of it, for twelve years. You give a priest ten dollars and it will be gone in a few days. You give a nun ten dollars on Monday, and she will have twenty, by Friday. They are the best teachers and the most caring women you will ever meet. It does not matter what religion you are; if you are in need, they will not turn you away, ever."

"Is my daughter going to become a nun?"

"I am definitely not becoming a nun. They work too hard, for too little money, and their bosses have their brains between their legs. They are pedophiles, or they are protecting pedophiles or they are saying there are no pedophiles in the Catholic Church. I do not know if I even want to remain a catholic."

"Do not let your father hear you say that out loud, he will break every bone in your body."

"Mom that is exactly what I mean. Men like him, and you know what I mean, pay a gratuity to the church, before they die, so they can be buried in a Catholic cemetery. It is bribery. God does not take bribes, the Catholic Church does. If you live a good life, your reward is heaven. If you live a bad life, you go to hell. Regardless of how much money you pay the church to let you be buried in consecrated ground, you still go straight to hell. I do not know if I want to be a part of a religion that turns a blind eye, to the kinds of things that dad, and the people he is associated with do. As long as the bishops and cardinals can count on them to put large amounts of cash into the basket, or fix a church roof, or buy something for their hospitals, absolution is given. It does not wipe the slate clean, mom. It is not right. God does not work that way."

"Antonia, the faster I get you away from your father, the safer you are going to be. If he hears anything, you just said, you are going to be another stain on his soul. Nothing can keep him from going to hell, for what he has done already. Do not allow him to add you to that list of sins. It would kill me."

I hugged my mother and said, "Mom, I promise you that I will keep my tongue quiet, while he is in this house."

2. LISTENING IN.

Three houses down, from the Caruso's, lived Philip and Gloria Gennaro. They had lived in the same house for thirty-two years and knew everyone on their street by name. Phil was a member of the Plumbers Union, and was well respected, both at home and at work. His son, Frank, was serving in the U.S. Marines, and was stationed in Iraq, when his family received notice that he had been severely wounded. He would be returning home, in four to six months, depending on how long his body took to heal after his operations, in Germany. 

Word of this event spread, around the block like wildfire. Anthony Caruso walked down to Phil's house to ask if there was anything, he could do for Frank, when he got home.

"Thank you, Anthony, but right now I do not know how badly Frank is injured. I know that it is his leg, but I do not know exactly what his disability is going to be. However, when I find out, if the offer is still open, I will have him stop by your house to talk to you."

"My door will always be open for your son, Phil. He has paid dearly to make our lives easier. I will not forget that or him."

"Thank you, Anthony."

Five months later, Sergeant Frank Gennaro was dropped off in front of his house by a military vehicle. He limped up the stairs, knocked on the front door of the family home, and into the embrace of his mother. 

"Mom, they did not kill me, but you just might."

"If you called more often, or even learned how to write letters more often, I would not have to make sure you are really my son, and you are still alive."

"Mom, if you learned how to use a computer, we could e-mail each other, and see each other any time we wanted?"

"You will not start that with me, again, Frank. The last time you talked me into it, my phone bill was thirteen hundred dollars. Your father nearly killed me."

Frank laughed at his mother, and asked her if he was allowed to come inside the house, because they were still standing at the threshold. 

As he entered the house, the old smell and feel of it wrapped around him. It was like an old baseball glove. You put it on and you knew it was yours. Technically, this house would be his, also. His parents had worked it out with a financial planner that it would turn over to Frank, at the time of his father's retirement, because the mortgage was already paid off. In this neighborhood, the houses had appreciated nearly 20 times their original value, and no one in his right mind ever moved. He put his duffel bag into his old room, which he realized needed some serious updating and went back downstairs. His mother put a plate of food in front of him, before he even asked. It was just like old times.

At six o'clock, his father walked in, and inspected Frank from head to toe. He said, "Nothing seems to be missing?"

Frank said, "Dad, let's just say I will never be able to walk through an airport metal detector again, without being challenged."

"Are they allowing you to stay in Frank, or are they discharging you?"

"I am out, dad; full disability, because of the metal fragments by my spine. If I move the wrong way, or they decide to move, I could be in a chair." 

Frank hated lying to his parents, but this was the cover story, the FBI had set up for him. They had even done the appropriate cutting on his body, and inserted metal clips, so if anyone looked, or scanned his body, they would see scars where the wounds were. He had been in training at Quantico, Virginia for over a year, for this assignment. He was handpicked for it. His Italian speaking skills had been brought up to an acceptable standard, not fluent, because that would have been suspicious. He could speak haltingly, but he would understand everything that was being said around him. His hand-to-hand combat skills were excellent, and he was an expert with short, intermediate, and long-range weapons. He was stealthy and could run like the wind. However, what impressed his handlers the most was his ability to improvise his way into, or out of any situation, better than anyone they had ever tested.

Phil Gennaro told his son about the offer made by Anthony Caruso. Frank was surprised by this invitation, but it also made his job easier. He was to become a fixture in the community, and what better way to start that job, then at the top, with a meeting with the 'Don'. He asked his father if he should call or just walk down there and say 'hello.'

His father told him to go down to Anthony's home, in his uniform, and say "Hello."


Why I Hated The Guy From The FBI Ch. 02



6. 'Family Problems'

Frank saw the large contingent of men, standing outside Tony's house, as he was on his way to take Antonia out for the day. He was ordered to stop by an armed man, who told him to cross the street, and be on his way. "It is going to be very hard for me to get Antonia, from over there." He laughed, "So you are the guinea pig?" "Yeah, Tony did not want to use any of the good guys for this detail." "Are you packing?" I turned sideways, and showed him the nine millimeter under my jacket. I turned back towards him and said, "I have another one, but you have to promise not to freak out, when I show it to you." "I have seen guns before, and they do not scare me." I bent my left elbow back to forty-five degrees, as if I was scratching my chin. When I brought my arm forward again, my P 32 pistol was pointed at his nose. "Holy shit, where the hell did that come from?" I rolled up my sleeve, and showed him the slide action mechanism that put the automatic into my hand, in less than a heartbeat. If an assailant not constantly alert, he would be dead, before he realized what had happened to him. He had never seen one of these, and thought it was cool. He led me through a line of people, who were milling around, and into the house. I told Tony to move his men to safer positions, instead of letting them stand around, like targets at a shooting gallery. He barked orders to one of his lieutenants, and his men moved as if their lives depended on it. I looked out of his windows, and I saw the situation, was a much better. I told Tony to remember this alignment, because his men changed, but this alignment was very good, defensively.

Tony was very thankful. He reached into his pocket, to give me some extra money. I told him that he was already paying me too much, and, anytime he wanted to pick my brain, about matters like this, to feel free to do so.

"Frank, you are the first person in my organization to turn down cash."

"Sir, I know who I work for, and I am happy to do it. They only work for a paycheck. If someone came along, and offered them a bribe, they would turn on you, like a rabid dog.

"Do you really believe it would be that easy, Frank?"

"Sir, they did it in Iraq, in Cambodia, in Saudi Arabia, and all over Africa, Central, and South America. If you are not careful, they will do it to you."

"Frank if you were more physically fit, I would keep you by my side night and day."

"Sir, I have known you most of my life. I would stand by you, until hell froze over. I am sorry I cannot do that for you. I have an appointment with one of the top orthopedic surgeons, at NYU, in two weeks. I am going to see what he says, about that shrapnel, by my spine. The VA doctors are great, and the work they do, on the men that come back, without limbs, is fantastic. I want to see what this guy says about my spine."

"I hope you get good news, Frank. I will be praying for you."

"Thank you, sir."

"I will be praying for you, also, you pain in the ass."

"Antonia, watch your mouth."

"What, I cannot say the word ass now? Everyone in the world has one."

"Antonia, I do not need your mouth running off, today. I have a lot of things going on, and I do not need you on my case."

"Yeah, dad, what is going on with all the troops outside?"

"Certain people are not happy about the bonding of Albert's and our families. They said we did not go through the proper channels, and get approval from the Commission. We are trying to settle this peacefully, and having our lawyers work on it."

"Tony, should I keep her home, tonight?"

"No, that is unnecessary. It was already decided that no family members would be harmed. This is business, not personal. A business decision will be made, and an accommodation will be reached, hopefully by tonight. So, where are you taking my daughter tonight?"

"I am hoping to bore her to death, with the new show, at the Guggenheim. If that does not work, I think the spiral ramping, or the sloping floors will get her so sick, I can bring her home early, and get rid of her."

"Frank, I am impressed. Not only did you say Guggenheim correctly, you even knew what the inside of the museum looked like. You must have seen a postcard, because no one, with your limited intelligence, could ever have been inside such a wonderful museum."

"Okay, smart ass, I will bet you I know more about that museum than you do. If you get two out of the five questions correct, you can hit me 5 times. If you do not I get to spank you, on your bottom, twice."

Tony roared with laughter, after seeing the look on Antonia's face. She had been challenged, and her pride would not let her back down. However, the thought of being spanked, by Frank, was insulting.

He watched his daughter, stand there, mulling over her options. "Antonia, make up your mind. We have other things to do today, besides watching you, stand there, looking like an idiot."

That was all it took. Now, her father had raised the stakes and called her an idiot. No one, especially not him, could demean her academic success.

"What can I hit you with, Frank? My hand will not even ruffle your shirt."

"Pick something, little princess, make sure it does not hurt your dainty little fingers."

Antonia fumed. She looked around the room for something that could cause him a great deal of pain, and she saw it. Her father's golf clubs were in the corner. She went there and grabbed her father's driver.

"No, not that one, that one is my favorite club. Pick any other club."

Antonia picked the next longest club in his bag and waved it at his face. "This is for your ass, Frank. Now, I am going upstairs to get my computer. I have to make sure that the answers to the questions you give me are correct, and you are not lying to me."

"The one thing I never do Antonia, is lie. If you tell one lie, soon you will have to tell another one to cover that one up. It becomes a vicious cycle. It is much easier to tell the truth the first time, regardless of how hard it is, than to keep track of all the lies you have to tell."

"You never lied to your parents?"

"Sure I did. However, my mother and father knew by the third one, that I was lying, and my father has a belt that I learned to hate. The more I hated it, the fewer lies I told. Finally, I stopped telling lies completely. I have not seen that belt in ten years. If you are interested, I can go to my house and get it for you."

"No thank you, Frank. I believe I will pass. I will be right back with my computer."

She was backing in less than a minute and sat down on the couch, by her father.

"Are you ready to start, Antonia?"

"Quit stalling Frank let's get started."

"I am going to give you a throwaway question, because if you do not know the answer to this one, you will not know the answer to any of the questions, I am going to ask you."

"What is the matter Frank, you cannot think of your first question?"

"Hang on to your panties, little princess, here they come. " Who designed the Guggenheim Museum?"

"Frank Lloyd Wright."

"Very good, Antonia, I am very proud of you. One more question answered correctly, and you can hit me five times with that club."

"Get on with it Frank. You are shaking in your boots already."

"In what year did construction start on the Guggenheim Museum, in New York?"

Antonia's face immediately went blank.

Frank saw it, and smiled.

"You do not have to be so smug, Frank."

"Would you like to hazard a guess?"

"They started in Nineteen seventy-two."

"That is incorrect. 1953 and it was completed in 1954."

"In what city is the parent museum of the Guggenheim, New York?"

Antonia had the same look on her face, and Frank grinned, again.

"Dammit Frank, stop it."

"Do you want to guess or do you want me to tell you?"

"Just tell me, because I have no idea."

"Bilboa, Spain. It is called, 'The Bilboa Miracle.'"

"You now have two wrong answers and one in the correct answer, Antonia. We will go on to the fourth question." Frank was smiling broadly.

"Frank, you are pissing me off, again."

Rose commented from the kitchen, "There seems like no end to that problem, Antonia."

"Mom, keep out of this. Dad is grinning at me. Frank is grinning at me. Now, I can see you grinning at me, through a wall. Is anyone going to be on my side, today?"

"Who was the one that made the bet, Toni?"

"Mom, stop it, please."

"Go ahead, Frank, put her out of her misery."

"Thank you, Rose."

"What, type of design did Frank Lloyd Wright call the Guggenheim Museum?"

"Frank, you are not being fair."

"Sir, are the questions I am asking Antonia, about the Guggenheim Museum?"

"Yes they are, Frank. Every question you have asked has pertained to the museum."

"I do not know, Frank. What did he call it?"

"He called it, 'a Spiral Helix.'"

"Antonia this is your fifth and final question. If you get this one correct, you get to hit me five times, with that golf club. However, if you get it wrong, I get to spank you twice. Are you ready for your final question?"

"No, but go ahead anyhow."

"How long is the main gallery of the Guggenheim Museum?"

"Frank that is not a fair question. No one would know that answer."

"You are incorrect, Antonia. That answer is on every postcard showing the main gallery. An unfair question would have been how many cubic feet of air is circulated through the building per hour. The answer to that question is two point five million cubic feet of air. I decided not to ask you that question, because I thought that would be unfair."

Antonia looked at him, incredulously. Where did he get all this knowledge? He was not a nerd, he was a dork, or so she thought.

"Are you going to try to answer my question, Antonia?"

"Can I run upstairs and look at my postcard?"

"You can, right after I spank you."

"Dad, do something, please."

"When you make a bet, you have to be prepared to pay both the principal and the interest, if you lose. You have lost. Your payment is due. I think I will leave the two of you, alone, so Frank may enjoy the moments he is inflicting his punishment upon you."

"Thank you, Tony."

"Again, I have no idea what the answer is, so I will guess that it is six hundred feet."

"I am sorry, Antonia, but you are incorrect again. The answer is four hundred and thirty feet. You may now open your computer and check to see if I am lying."

"No Frank, I know you are not lying. I can tell by the look on your face. Where did you learn all this stuff? Why do you know all this information, about one building?"

"My grandfather helped build it."

Laughter came from the kitchen.

"Mom, stop it. Frank you are a bastard."

"I am no such thing. You are the one who talked about the Guggenheim. You were the one that said I knew nothing about museums. You assumed that my knowledge was less than yours, which it probably is. However, you picked the one museum in Manhattan that I happen to know more about, than any normal person should. My grandfather used to sit me on his knee, and tell me all this stuff, until I was bored out of my mind. However, as you saw, I remembered a lot of what he told me, and now I have the privilege of placing my hand of cross your naked bottom."

"No you do not. I never agreed to let you hit me on my naked bottom."

"Yes you did. At the party for Vincent and Donna, you said, "One day, I will be a bad girl, and I will see what you do about. Today, you were a 'very bad girl.' You placed a bet. That is illegal in the state of New York, except at authorized off-track betting sites. I can make a citizen's arrest, and take you to the police, for that infraction, or you can go quietly and accept your punishment, like a good little girl."

"Frank you are absolutely incorrigible. You twist everything a person says, to your own advantage."

"What is it going to be little princess. Are you going to wimp out on your bet, or are you going to attempt to grow up."

"Mom, help me!"

"Grow up, Antonia."

"You have been listening to this whole thing, and hoping I would lose?"

"This is the most interesting conversation that has occurred in this house, since the one we had at two o'clock in the morning."

"You are not being helpful, mom."

"Grow up, Antonia, or I will find a way to grant Vincent's wish."

"What did Vincent ask for, Rose?"

"He wanted me to find a way..."

"Mom, stop it. He does not have to all know everything that goes on in this house. He is only the hired help."

"Is that the way you think of him, Antonia, just as the hired help. In that case, Tony fire him, because he is just too combative, for our daughter."

Tony walked into the room, after hearing what Rose demanded and told Frank that he was fired.

Frank walked over to him, and shook his hand. He told him that it was a pleasure working for him. If there was anything he ever needed, he knew where he lived.

As he opened the door to leave, Antonia pleaded for him to stop. "Dad, I do not want him to go."

"He is only the hired help, Antonia. I will hire someone else to take his place."

"Dad, please do not fire him. He looks out for me. He does not take my shit. He keeps me from going off the wall. He even helped Vincent and Donna, when we were in the restaurant. He put himself in a position that no one could have gotten to us, without going through him. I hate what he does to me, because of who I am. Even Vincent said, 'What man in his right mind, would put up with me?' He does not put up with me, and that is why we fight all the time. I would rather have him protect me, then anyone else in the world. Even though he is a pain in my ass, I know he will never leave me alone."

"You will go away to college soon, what am I supposed to do then?"

"I want you to send him with me. I will not know anyone there, which means I will not trust anyone. As long as Frank is around, I will not have to worry all the time."

"I am sorry, Antonia, I just cannot do that. I just got back from a war zone and have not seen my parents in over two years. I cannot just pack up and leave them for four more years. That would be unfair to them, and to me. I appreciate the offer, but I love my parents and I want to stay close to them."

Antonia ran out of the room crying. Frank looked at Tony, and shrugged his shoulders and said, "It would have been wonderful, but Tony I just cannot do it. My dad and mom are not as young as they used to be. I want to be close to them."

"Frank, you are great young man, and a great son. Please keep taking care of my daughter, until I can make other arrangements for her."

"Anything you say, sir. I am here for you."

"I do not understand why they did not use you for the Marine poster. With your good looks, your positive attitude towards life, and the Marine Corps, you would have been perfect."

"Sir, the guy they used for the Marine Corp advertising campaign was gay. They washed him out of the service six months after the campaign started."

Tony laughed so hard his sides hurt. He told Frank and next time he was going to tell a joke, he had better warn him, otherwise he might have a heart attack.

Frank said he was not joking, and gave him the corporal's name. Tony started laughing, all over again.

7. The Honeymooners

It had been a whirlwind two weeks, for Donna and Vincent. In the early morning, Donna started having morning sickness. By midday, they were both out sightseeing and eating everything that was not nailed down, and in the evening, their bedroom athletics worked off every calorie they had ingested, during the day. What Donna did not know about sex, prior to getting married, she learned quickly, and enjoyed it even more? Vincent was an excellent teacher and was delighted with the learning curve of his pupil. Actually, he was delighted with every curve his pupil had.

Vincent realized that his sister's advice had been true. Donna doted on him every moment of the day. She gave of herself freely, and without restriction. He was a very lucky man because, as his father told him, "He got the right girl pregnant."

They had gone from Rome to Venice, and then on to Milan. From there they departed back to the United States, with an extra suitcase of presents, for everyone, at home. They had given no thought as to where they would live, when they got back.

There were conversations going on, between Tony Caruso, Albert, DiAngiolla, and two other very powerful men, in New York. John Campi was the President of the Plumbers Union. Michael Montalbano owned John and the union. No building in New York or New Jersey had pipes or plumbing fittings in it, unless Mister Montalbano gave his approval and his approval was extremely expensive. The 'Donald' may act like a peacock to the media and at public events, however, if he wanted pipes for his buildings, and the correct fittings for his bathrooms, he has to kiss Mr. Montalbano's ass first.

A roving meeting was set for these four men to meet. They would be in the back of an armored-car, using noise-canceling equipment, to defeat ease dropping by the police or federal agencies. There would be numerous cars following and leading them. Anyone attempting to trail or monitor the vehicles route would be slowed down or otherwise diverted, to keep a safe distance, from the truck. The route they truck would take was set up by computer, and was randomized.

The meeting lasted less than one hour. The terms of the settlement were agreed upon, between the aggrieved parties, and an apology was given for not going through the Commission, prior to the combining of the two 'families.' A side issue, of somewhat lesser importance, was agreed to, also, which left Albert and Anthony smiling.

John Campi called a meeting, of the Board of Directors of the Plumbers Union, and advised them of a new policy that was being put into effect. "All members of this union, with more than thirty years of service, who had sons or daughters, returning from military service, would be allowed to retire with full pension, and medical benefits, if their child had been maimed or injured while in action, or if their child wanted to join the plumbers union, in their stead. The union would pay for all training for the new member, and no dues would be required, until the trainee began working."

He then advised the Board of Directors that their vote on this new policy was unanimous, and it would be announced, in the newspaper, and other media outlets, in the morning.

The members of the Board looked at John, and knew the implication of his words. If anyone was asked, by a member of the press, about the deliberations for this new policy, everyone in this room was 'for it' one hundred percent. "We believe in our troops and we back them with our actions."

When the word got down to the 'rank and file' members of the union, there were smiles and handshakes all around. They were the first in the country to acknowledge the sacrifices of the men and women who served this nation, in battle. The retirees would make room for the new bloods. They would gladly train, these warrior heroes, in the art and science of plumbing. This news made them proud to be Americans.

Several men in one Plumber's Union local fell into this category, including Phil Gennaro. They were all called to a meeting at the Union Headquarters. Each of them was given a packet of information to fill out, and to return within seven days.

During this time, Anthony Caruso walked down to Phil's house and asked to speak with him. Phil invited him in, and Gloria asked if he would like a cup of espresso. Tony said 'Yes,' and asked her to join the conversation.

Phil, Gloria, I want to buy your house. I want you let me finish, before you say "No." I want to give it to Vincent and Donna as a wedding present. I do not know if Frank told you that Donna is pregnant, and both Rose and I would like to have our grandchild close to us. Antonia is going to be going to school in Milan. She begged me to let Frank go with her, so he could continue to guard her. She knows no one there. She has become quite attached to Frank, because of their time together here. She does not want to be alone, at least for the first year, while she is acclimating herself, to her new surroundings.




Why I Hated The Guy From The FBI Ch. 02



Frank turned this offer down. He told Antonia and me that he would not leave, because he had just been away from you, for two years and would not leave you for another four years, because he loved you, and wanted to be with you. I believe that your son is an upstanding young man. Now, I have to change his mind, and to do so. I have to make an offer that is not only palatable to you, but also to him.

I have checked with the real estate brokers in the area. Houses, in this area have an estimated value of Eight Hundred and Fifty Thousand Dollars. With our government, offering seniors, over the age of sixty-two, a capital gains holiday, on the sale of their primary homes, I am offering you $1.4 million, for your home. However, I am also going to offer you a home, on a vineyard I own, sixty miles south of Milan. When you accept owner-ship of the house in Milan, the agent will give you a key to a safety deposit box in the San Paolo Imi Bank. In it will be an additional Six Hundred Thousand Dollars. For obvious reasons, I cannot offer you two million dollars for your house here in the states. However, by doing it this way, I believe I am giving you an incentive to move to Italy, and making my wife, my children, and I, extremely happy. What do you two think?

Gloria grabbed Phil's shoulders tightly, as she spoke for both of them. "Anthony, do you know of any good moving companies?"

"I can have men here, as soon as you want, to start packing your house, Gloria."

"How much does it cost to move a home full of things to Italy?"

"Do not worry about it, Rose. I have a cousin in the business. He will take care of everything, for you.

"Phil, have you taken care of everything at work, yet?"

"Yes, Anthony, I filled out forms, as soon as, they gave them to us, at the union hall."

"Is it all right, if I tell Frank that he is going with Antonia, to Italy, or do you want to tell him?"

Gloria said, "You tell him, Anthony, and when he does not believe you, have him call home and we will tell him, personally."

"I want to thank both of you very much. Rose and I have always loved having you as neighbors, for all these years. Now you have made it possible for my son and my grandchild to be close to us, for many more years to come. You have made this a wonderful day for us. Thank you, again."

Gloria whispered to Phil, to keep his mouth shut, and wait until Tony closed the gate. When this was done, she said to him, "We were not asked to move. We were told to move, in the nicest way possible. I was afraid that you might have put up an argument with him, and I did not want to lose you. We will not be doing anything illegal. We will use our lawyer, and he will use his. We will move into the house he has provided for us, and take the extra money that he is leaving in the safe deposit box. Between what we have saved, your retirement from the union, the profit from this house, and the extra money in Italy, we will be set for life."

"Gloria, you are smarter than the average bear. I was going to tell Tony, I did not want to move, without thinking of the consequences. I will keep you for a few more years, before I trade you in, for a newer model."

"You had better hurry, Phil. I am nine years younger than you are, and when I get to Italy, all the men will be coming after me."

The aircraft landed at Kennedy Airport, at 9 AM. Both families met the newlyweds as they came through customs. The Skycap wheeled their luggage behind them as they walked towards their limousines. During the drive home, they stopped for brunch, and Donna regaled everyone with stories of everything they had seen. This once shy girl had now become a very demonstrative young woman. She could no longer talk, without using her hands.

Vincent proved this, to everyone's satisfaction, by pinning her arms to her sides. Donna screamed at him to let her go, but she stuttered through that statement, and everyone laughed, while she did it. When Vincent said to everyone, that it also happened in bed, Donna went red with rage, but Vincent still had hers arms pinned at her sides and she still could not say a word. When he let her go, there was hell to pay. Donna gave Vincent a verbal thrashing that had all his relatives laughing hysterically. Vincent sat there looking his bride in the face, nodding his head saying, "yes, my love; absolutely sweetheart; whatever you say darling; anything at all, dearest..." until Donna realized he was making fun of her, and she hit him on his shoulder and told him to "stop it." Vincent said, "Yes dear," grabbed her around her shoulders, and kissed her passionately. Donna's hands flew in the air, as if she did not know what to do. She finally gave in, and grabbed him by the back of his neck and kissed him back. When they surfaced from the kiss, Vincent turned to their relatives and said, "Oh, by the way, we are pregnant." For those few who knew it, this was not a great revelation; however, those who did not know applauded and whistled.

Tony clapped his son on the back, "Fast works son." Donna replied for him. Dad, it was my fault. I did not want him to have grounds for divorce by saying we had not consummated our marriage. He will never get away now."

Antonia yelled that she had Vincent's nose ring ready, whenever Donna wanted it.

Vincent yelled back, "You keep away from my wife. You have already been a bad influence on her."

Antonia leaned over towards her mother and said, loud enough for everyone to hear, "Apparently not bad enough, mom. He came back alive."

Vincent screamed, "Antonia," while everyone else, including Donna, laughed at him.

Tony stood up to make an announcement. "Donna, Vincent, I cannot tell you how pleased we all are that you are married and that our families are now one. We had to decide what to do with you, because we did not want to hear you bouncing against our walls in the middle of the night, as newlyweds do. For your wedding present, we decided to buy you a bedroom, where you can play to your hearts delight, and not bother your uncle, or either set of your parents.

Of course, it became problematic for the bedroom not to have a roof, so I decided to have the bedroom attached to a house, which is three doors down from where your mother and I live. Frank knows it very well. He lived there most of his life. However, as of yesterday, his parents and I have agreed to the sale of that house, so you two might have a place to stay, near your mother and me. If everyone would turn and look at Frank right now, you will see his mouth is open, so flies can go in and out. He did not know about this transaction, because I asked his parents to allow me to do it.

Phil and Gloria have agreed to move to a house on a vineyard I own, south of Milan. Antonia is going to go to the University of Milan. She wanted Frank to go with her. Frank has expressed an interest in going back to college, and possibly studying for the priesthood. What better place is there to study, then in Milan, where he can study, be with his parents, and guard my daughter? What do you say Frank, did I put you into a good-sized box or what?

Antonia screamed in delight and looked at Frank to see what his answer would be.

With as large a smile as he could force onto his face, he looked at Tony and asked, "Sir, correct me if I am wrong, but I thought you owned a roofing company. I did not know roofing companies made boxes?"

"Frank, when it comes to my daughter, I even make concrete boxes."

"In that case, sir, 'Does anyone here give Italian lessons?'"

Antonia jumped out of her chair, grabbed Frank by the neck, and kissed him. "I do!"

Tony was not bothered by this display of affection, or her choice of words, because he knew that no harm could come from them, or Frank.

"Tony, it would appear you have covered everything necessary, for me to accept your proposal. I will be with my parents. I will be able to study, at a wonderful university, and I will be able to keep Antonia in line for you. The hardest of these three things will naturally be the last. To that end, I demand hazardous duty pay to guard Antonia, while she is in a foreign land. I want handcuffs, leg irons and a ball gag, so I can keep her in one place, and quiet, while I am trying to study. I was thinking about a bed of nails for her, but I think that might be going overboard."

Vincent led the applause and laughter at his sister's expense. "It is about time somebody put you in your place, Toni. He is big enough, strong enough, and smart enough to keep you on your toes for all four years of college. If he keeps you in handcuffs and leg irons for all four years that would be nice. However, if he keeps you in that ball gag for all four years, I will reimburse dad for all your college costs.

Vincent knew he was in trouble when Antonia picked up her water glass and walked towards him. He started to get up and run the other way, but he was too late. Ice, and water and landed on top of his head, and he immediately tried to reach out and grab his sister. He missed as Antonia made a hasty retreat, to the opposite side of the table.

Before things were able to get out of hand, Rose stood up and said, "Children, stop it, or you will go to bed without dinner."

Everyone looked at her and laughed. However, it had the desired effect and everyone calmed down.

"I am going to get you for that, Antonia."

"Try not to stress your brain, Vinny."

Rose looked at Tony and asked, "Are you sure we took the right babies home from the hospital?"

"After nineteen years, you are asking me that question now?"

"Who else am I going to ask?"

"I'll call Tim in the morning and have him go over the records. If they made a mistake, we will own the hospital."

"Okay, but in that case, which one do we keep?"

"That is easy; the married one. He will be out of the house soonest. We give Antonia to the new family, and then she is there problem."

Antonia commented, "Remember dad, Vincent is only going to be three doors away. I am going to be several thousand miles away. If you are lucky, you may hear from me once or twice a year. Vincent can be on your doorstep every night. Once your grandchild is born, you will be on his doorstep every night. So getting rid of me is more permanent than getting rid of Vincent."

Vincent laughed as he looked at his father. "You see, dad, it is a Win-win situation."

"Yes son, it certainly is."

Antonia laughed and said "No, dad; it is a win-win-win situation."

As the afternoon wore on and the conversation wore thin, people started leaving and saying goodbye to the new couple. Donna and Vincent handed each person, a present they had purchased, specifically for them. They were expensive gifts, purchased from lists given to them from each parent. No one would be disappointed, and neither would the couple when they opened the envelopes they received at the wedding, which were safely tucked away at the bride's home.

8. Unemployed

Frank knew he had a problem, and he would have to get to the Veterans Hospital to inform them of his new situation. He believed that the only thing he could do, was to take a 'Leave of Absence' from the Bureau, and go with his parents, and Antonia to Italy. He thought that they would agree to leave him on the roles of the Veterans Administration, so he could report any activity that might be of interest to the FBI, or any other federal agency, charged with enforcing the security of the United States. Frank realized that it was going to be very hard, to serve two masters. He would do his best not to cross over that invisible line.

Antonia banged on the walls, "Are you two ever going to stop?"

Vincent yelled back, "Get a life, Toni. Once you lose your cherry, you will understand why we do not want to stop. Remember, dear sister, you are responsible for getting us together; so stop bitching."

"Donna would you please cut him off for a while, so I can get some sleep."

"Toni, he is the teacher and I am the pupil. Until I learn everything he knows, I am subject to his will, or should I say 'I am his willing subject'."

"Donna, he has turned you into a horny little devil."

"Yes, he has, and I love every minute of it."

"You two are going to kill me."

"Put your ear buds in, your volume up high, and you will not hear anything."

"What am I supposed to do about my bed, bouncing up and down, off the floor?"

"Go sleep on the couch downstairs."

"Fuck you, Vincent."

"I am sorry, Toni. I promised Donna, I wound never cheat on her, and that includes incest, my dear sister. Therefore, I will have to pass on your invitation. Do you see, dear Donna, how my own sister has tried to tempt me, into breaking my vow to you?"

"Yes, Vincent. Antonia, you keep your hands away from my 'angelic' husband."

"Donna, do not make me throw up."

'Vincent, we have delayed your lesson long enough, and I have forgotten most of it, already. Can we start from the beginning, please?"

"Anything you want my love, as long as we keep my sister awake, through the entire process. It would be a shame for her to miss any part of this lesson. Anal sex is a wonderful addition to the knowledge base, of any young couple."

"Vincent, you are a lying through your teeth. Donna would never allow you to do that to her."

"Would you like to lose another bet, like you did to Frank?"

"You two are disgusting."

"Do not knock it until you try it, Toni."

Rose knocked on both doors and announced her presence. "Children, I believe that is enough verbal jousting for one evening. Donna and Vincent, you are a married couple, and you may continue doing what married couples do. Antonia, you may either follow your brother's advice and 'Get a Life,' or move to Milan now, and set yourself up in an apartment, where no one can bother you. The choice is yours. Now leave your brother and his wife alone. Good night children."

Donna and Vincent said goodnight to Rose, while Antonia fumed at her mother, for taking their side. She said something to her she never expected to hear. She told her to get out of her house. She had no idea when Vincent and Donna would move into the Gennaro's house. She believed her father would probably want to renovate the inside, before they moved into it. All this took time, and right now, time did not seem to be her friend. She needed to talk to Frank, but it was nearly 1a.m., and she did not want him to get angry with her. She needed to talk to him desperately, so she called him on his cell phone and hoped for the best.

"What do you want at this hour of the morning princess?"

"Frank, I am sorry to wake you, but I really need to talk with you. Could you meet me on the porch, I really need to think aloud, and right now, you are the only person from whom I can get an unbiased opinion. I have some decisions to make and one of them concerns you."

"If you are getting me out of bed for some teenage problem, I am going to collect the two smacks on your ass, plus a dozen more."

"It is nothing like that Frank, honest."

"Okay, five minutes."

"Thank you, Frank. I really appreciate it." She waited for a reply, but realized that he had hung up on her, already. She put on some clothes, went onto the porch, and waited for him to arrive.

She nearly screamed, when he hopped up on the porch, because he did not come up the walkway. "Shit! Why the hell did you have to scare me like that, you prick."

"Antonia, watch your mouth."

"I do not have to take that shit from you, Frank."

"Okay, I am leaving."

"Frank, please stay. I really need to speak to you and get your opinion."

"Okay, but watch your mouth. One more time and I will be gone."

"I understand, Frank. I will stop cursing. Okay?"

"Yes. Now what is so important that I am not sleeping, at this hour?"

Antonia went through the entire situation, with Vincent and Donna, and the dismissal of her complaint, by her mother. She felt trivialized and unwanted. All of her life, she had been sent away to school, for nine months out of the year. She was allowed to come home for a few weeks, then she was shipped off to camp for six weeks, and before she knew it, she was back in school. Now she was finally free, and both her mother and brother tell her to "Get a life." How was she supposed to 'Get a Life', when she had never had one? She had never been on her own, and she was afraid. They are sending me to Milan, and they never asked her if she wanted to go. Now my mother tells me, if I want peace, I should leave now. I have been dismissed from my own home, like a piece of garbage. I will go, because I will not stay where I am not wanted. However, once I get to Milan that is the last time anyone will ever hear from me. I will disappear into Switzerland and from there; I can go any place in the world, I want. They do not want me here any longer, so they will not bother looking for me. The only other option available to me is you, Frank. I feel safe with you. I know I am a pain in the ass, and my mouth overloads my brain sometimes. However, would you be willing to leave here, with me, and meet your parents, when they get there? It should not be that long, before they leave here, possibly a month, or less, if I know my father. However, could you leave with me sooner, please?

Frank was looking at a very frightened, young woman. All her bravado was gone, and one more insult, by someone she loved, or respected, and she would shatter. He looked at her face, once more and asked, "When do you want to leave?"

"Tomorrow, if that is okay with you. If they want me gone, I want to accommodate them."

"I cannot do tomorrow. I have to go to the V.A. tomorrow, and get a checkup and a referral to a military base in Italy, for my medical care. After that, I will pack my duffel bag, and I will be ready to go. It will be Friday at the latest."

Antonia grabbed him again, cried on his shoulders, and thanked him.

Rose watched their interaction, from the living room window, and she smiled. With all her daughter's protestations, about Frank being 'the hired help', her daughter's heart was thinking something entirely different. Intellectually, she may not have realized it, but she was in love with him. She had watched their interaction. Every time they were in the house, the more comfortable Antonia got with Frank, the brighter her eyes became. She took every verbal competition personally, and each time she lost, she was furious. The next time it happened, she was sharper than the last time, which meant she was studying hard, trying to beat him. No one went through this trouble just to outdo the hired help. He insulted her dress; she went ballistic. She spent an hour on her hair to make it pretty for him, and he asked, "What the heck did you do to your head?" She screamed in frustration, as she ran back to her room. He knew exactly what buttons to push to keep her little darling off-balance. It might take a little help, from a few friends, to realize it, or maybe being alone in a foreign country, for a few weeks, would open her daughter's eyes.

Rose realized that Frank might be a problem, also. He might shy away from Antonia, because of his medical problems. He would also stay away because of his respect for her husband. He was there to guard Antonia, not too bed her. She believed this match was made in heaven. God would find a way to get these two young people together, and she would make a few phone calls to Italy, to help him along. It would be like making an 'Italian Wedding Soup:' put all the ingredients into a very large pot. You stir them together, and bring it to a rapid boil. Then, you reduce the heat, and let it simmer, and stir them, again. Just as it starts to cool, you increase the heat and bring the pot to a rapid boil, again, and 'Marry' the flavors of the ingredients, or in this case, the two people, who do not realize they are right for each other.' The results are a delicious soup that co-mingles the flavors of the twenty-seven different ingredients, into a special and delightful marriage, that the tongue, palate, and lips never forget.




Why I Hated The Guy From The FBI Ch. 02



In this case, however, Rose wanted only two ingredients to meld together forever. She would speak to Tony in the morning, about transferring money to an account in Italy, for the two of them. She would have him put it in Frank's name, so Antonia would not be able to make a getaway to Switzerland. She loved her daughter far too much to keep her near her father's influence and the danger that posed to her. This new alliance although it seemed to go together seamlessly, could cause problems in the future.

Tony and Albert combined to make the largest of the 'families' in Brooklyn and their influence would now spill over into neighboring Queens and lower Manhattan. This was not good business. She knew it, although she never spoke of it. Although problems were settled in a more civilized manner today, and non-combatant family members were not to be involved in violent actions, there was always that possibility. As long as Antonia was in Italy, she was safe. Vincent was in school, so, technically, he was safe. Women were never targeted for hit. Kidnapped to make a point, but never harmed. If you harmed a Don's wife, or daughter, you had a war that the 'commission' would not be able to end.

The following morning Antonia decided to get even with Vincent and Donna. She pounded on the door and said, "Wake-up you two, I need you to help me pack."

Groggily, Vincent said, "Go away, it is too early to get up."

"I am going to pound on your door, until you come out and help me pack."

"I give up, where are you going?"

"Where you wanted me to go, Vincent; I am going to 'Get a Life.'"

Vincent opened the door, naked, with his morning erection in full view, hoping to shock his sister. "Where are you going to find one of those?"

Antonia looked at his groin, and asked, "Are they all that small?"

"How would you know if it was big or small?"

"I took biology at school. Yours is the smallest erect male organ I have seen."

Antonia heard Donna giggle, in the background.

"You had better not start Donna."

"I am sorry, Vincent."

"When you see one of these, coming at you, in real life, let me know if you think this one is small."

"Okay, but can I get a ruler, and take a picture of it, for a comparison?"

Donna could not take any more, and she burst out into laughter.

Vincent fumed. He turned around and said, "Donna cut it out, now!"

"I am sorry Vincent, I truly am. However, I wish I had a tape recorder. This is the funniest conversation I have ever heard, between a brother and sister."

"What do you need us for, at this time of the morning?"

"I will be leaving for Italy, no later than Friday. I want you to help me get my clothes out, so I can bring them to the cleaners, or get them washed, sorted out, and packed. The sooner I am out of your way, the more fun you two can have, without my interference. If you go back to sleep, I will start banging pots together, and you will wake up. It is your choice."

Donna get dressed. We are losing a sister and a pest at the same time. It will be worth losing one morning sleep.

As Antonia was walking away, she said, "Donna, I have a lighted magnifying glass, if you have trouble finding that thing in the dark."

Donna laughed as Vincent called out, "Mom, she is at it, again!"

Rose was in the kitchen, shaking her head, and smiling. She thought by now, her children would have learned, that sound in this house traveled down the stairway, directly into the kitchen, unimpeded. Secrets told on the second floor, were known by anyone, standing in the kitchen, on the first floor. Vincent would have to grow intellectually, to catch up to his sister, in a war of wits. However, she did not believe that was going to happen. Vincent had his strong points, but verbal banter was not one of them. He never would be able to stand up to his sister's verbal assaults.

"Just accept it for a few more days, Vincent. Then, she will be closer to Rome, than she will be to you."

"Is she really going to find a life there?"

"She may even get married there Vincent. I think you would like that. Antonia will be in Italy, with all her babies, and Donna here, with all her babies. I will join a frequent flyer club and so I can fly for free."

"Mom, you are putting the cart before the horse. She has to find a man, who can stand her first."

"In that case, Vincent, you should start praying."

Wednesday morning, Frank was at the VA speaking with his handlers for the last time. He advised them he was going to tell Tony about the bugs in his house. They were not happy about this, but he explained that if they were found after he left, and no new ones were found afterwards, it would all point back towards him. He also pointed out that no useful information was coming from the bugs inside the house itself, and he had been unable to plant any in the basement. He had a plan in mind to put Tony on the defensive, and look for a snitch inside his own organization.

They permanently relieved of duty from the FBI. He was no longer a federal agent. He was a private citizen, and he would report any threats to the security of the United States through normal channels and get medical treatment, at Camp Darby Army Base, near Liverno, in Western Italy. He was disheartened by this turn of events, but there was nothing he could do about it.

Late Wednesday evening Frank called Tony and asked him to meet him outside his home, in a few minutes. Tony was on the front porch when Frank arrived and Frank signaled him to come down to the sidewalk. He showed him three items, and handed him a note that asked, "Did you bug my house?"

Tony mouth, "No."

Frank handed him three metal discs and another note, "If my house is bugged so is yours."

Tony took Frank by the shoulders, walked him into his house, and wrote a note to him asking where he found the bugs.

Frank drew a diagram of the kitchen and living room areas, where he said he found them.

Tony went to those areas in his home, and found devices, in almost the same places.

Frank wrote, "Have your entire home swept, especially the basement. The flood may have killed all the electronics or they may have been mixed in with the trash, but rather safe than sorry."

Tony nodded and wrote, "Who?"

"Who had access to both houses?"

"I had a few men search your room, while I was checking you out."

"I know. If they were any clumsier, I would have had to clean up my room, after they left."

Tony shook his head and smiled. He said, "I should have told them not to bother. You probably still spit shine your shoes."

Frank turned sideways and Tony looked down towards his shoes and laughed. He could see his face staring back at him from the shine on the tips of the shoes.

Tony asked in a normal tone of voice, "Do you own sneakers yet, Frank?"

"I have been meaning to buy a pair of them; however, I keep forgetting when I am out with Antonia. I always find myself in women's lingerie shops, and that distracts my mind, from other things. At least I do not walk around with an erection, like the other men in the store. I think their girlfriends or wives do that to them on purpose. When the women look at me, and I am not erect, they must think I am gay, or I have marvelous control, because they see I am with Antonia."

Frank, I want you to stop by Thursday, around four o'clock, to pick up the travel documents for Antonia and yourself. Everything has been arranged for your trip to Italy. You will be flying into Rome, for some sightseeing, and you need some clothes. You cannot go to Italy, with your duffel bag.

A friend will meet you at the hotel and get you properly outfitted. He will give you information about the college, where you will be staying in Milan, your car, banking information, credit accounts, health insurance, and everything else necessary, for a normal life in Italy.

When you get to Milan, you will be greeted by members of my 'extended family.' We do a lot of business together, and we make a lot of money for each other. If anything looks out of the ordinary to you, you are to contact them, and they will move in, and be of whatever assistance you require. Things do not move as fast there, as they do here, so give them as much notice as you can. Be very careful with the car. Their favorite methods of getting rid of someone they do not like is a car bomb.

"Tony, without giving me any information you do not want me to have, can you tell me what type of business dealings you have with these people, so I can keep Antonia safer?"

"It is better you do not know, Frank."

"That is fine with me. However, make sure the people over there know not to speak to me, or Antonia, about any business matter."

"Frank, you would make an excellent business partner."

"Thanks, Tony. As you said the other day, I am leaning towards a higher calling. I just wish your daughter would keep me out of those damn lingerie stores."

Tony laughed as they shook hands, and parted company for the evening.

9. Preparations for Deployment

Antonia, Donna, and Vincent worked like a well-oiled machine; separating close into piles of clothes into: washable, dry-clean-only, and hand wash only. Vincent love displaying Antonia's delicates. Her tiny panties and bras were his favorites. Neither would fit on his bride, or so he thought, because she was much more substantial than his sister was, and he let her know it.

"Antonia, one of Donna's breasts would fill both cups of this bra and have some left over."

"That bra belongs to Donna, Vincent."

Vincent looked at the bra, as Donna grabbed it away from him, and gave him a menacing look.

"Do not worry, Donna. Your nipples probably hit him, in his eyes, and he blinded by your beauty."

Donna laughed, as Vincent growled at his sister.

After they had finished sorting the clothes, Donna and Vincent were given the chore of washing, drying, and folding the clothes, while Antonia would take two large bags of clothes to the laundromat, that had large dry cleaning machines, with Frank.

Frank told the three of them, he would rather go to the dentist, as Antonia threw him the bags of clothes.

Rose arrived home from food shopping, as they were getting ready to leave. She noted the look on Frank's face and asked what the problem was.

Frank told her where they were going, and his opinion of the duty he had to perform.

Rose noted that the clothes Antonia was wearing were dry-cleaning only. She told Frank that all Antonia's clothes had to be done, including the ones she was wearing. You can throw her in, as is, and watch her go round and round, or you can strip her naked in the shop and let her stand there, until her clothes are finished."

Antonia yelled, "Mom, do not give him any ideas."

Frank smiled, kissed Rose on her cheek, and said, "I could use a mother, who thinks like you, Rose."

"I am available Frank, but you know what the prices is."

Four pairs of eyes turned and looked at Antonia.

Vincent said, "I told you, mom, no man in his right mind, will be able to put up with her long enough to say 'I Do,' before he starts running for the hills."

Antonia picked up a vase, from the table, in the entryway, and was getting ready to throw it at Vincent, when Rose yelled, "Stop! That vase belonged to my grandmother. If it breaks; so will you."

Antonia was fire engine red, and still thinking about it smashing against Vincent's head. Frank grabbed her hand, and removed the vase from it, defusing the situation, temporarily. Quietly, he said something into her ear, that made her smile, and she nodded her head. She went to her mother, apologized, and kissed her goodbye, as she left with Frank, to go to the laundromat.

Vincent wondered what Frank said to his sister that made her release the vase, calm down, and smile, in a matter of seconds. No one else could do that to her. He had a way with Antonia, and if he could bottle it, he would be rich beyond his wildest imaginings.

It was late Wednesday afternoon, and the Laundromat was only moderately busy. No one was using the expensive, dry cleaning machines, and Antonia proceeded to separate the clothes into the four machines. Frank inserted cash into each machine and started them. He asked her what they were going to do for the next hour and she said to him, "Sit and read. You can do both of those, at one time, can't you, Frank?"

"Yes, I can. However, normally I do not waste an hour of my time watching clothes spin in circles. We could be washing my floors, cleaning my closets, or smacking someone's bare ass. In other words, making better use of my...

"This is a stickup everyone on the floor."

There were screams, and yells, as mothers grabbed their children. Older women and men panicked as they looked at the two men in dark masks holding automatic weapons at them. When no one made a move towards the floor, one of the gunmen fired a burst of bullets that killed a washing machine. This got everyone's attention and people started getting down faster.

Frank had Antonia on the floor behind him, as he lay down with his nine- millimeter handgun, hidden under his left arm and his right hand on the handle. He waited, until everyone had obeyed the robbers, and were lying on the floor. He needed both men, in clear view, before he could do anything.

The robbers demanded everyone to give up their cash and jewelry, immediately. Frank told Antonia to throw her purse to his left, and he took out his wallet, and did the same.

Some people thought their cash and jewelry were more valuable than their lives, and started yelling and causing problems. The gunmen warned them, and fired another burst of bullets, killing another machine. One minute had passed, and the gunmen were raising their voices in anger. They were going to start killing people, if their orders were not carried out quicker. This seemed to do the trick.

One of the men shouldered his weapon, and opened a bag. He started picking up the cash, wallets, purses, and jewelry, and threw them into it.

Frank watched as the second gunmen's head went down, to pick up merchandise. He slid his gun out and fired three shots into the first gunmen, who was standing watch over the crowd. The second gunmen was startled, as he stood up to grasp his weapon, Frank fired three more shots, and the second man fell where he stood. Frank yelled to everyone in the store to stay down. He walked quickly to the front door and checked the outside. There was a car at the curb, illegally parked with the engine running. The man behind the wheel saw Frank come out with a gun in his hand, and tried to leave. Frank shot the front and rear tires of the car and disabled it as wobbled down the street. The man got out of the car and attempted to run away, when Frank yelled, "Freeze." The man stopped where he was, and put his hands up. Frank told him to lace his fingers behind his head, and walk backwards to him. When he was close enough, Frank told him to stop and kneel. Frank felt around the man's waist for a gun. When he found it, he removed it and pushed it behind him with his foot. He heard the sirens coming, from all directions. Frank stood there, with his gun pointing at the driver, when a police officer told him to drop his weapon and assume the same position. Frank knew this was standard procedure, and did not argue.

Antonia watched all this from the laundromat and when she saw what the police officer did to Frank, she did not wait to act. She ran out into the street and grabbed Frank around the neck to make sure he was all right. The officer told her to get away from this person, because he was a suspect. Antonia in her normal, quiet tone nearly deafened the officer. "You fucking idiot. He just saved fifteen people in the laundromat, from certain death. He killed the two robbers, who were firing their guns at us, and stopped this man, from getting away. When my father talks to your captain, you will be lucky if you have a job, tomorrow.

Frank told the officer, he had not thoroughly searched the perpetrator, in front of him. He had just removed the gun from his belt.

Antonia called her father, and told him what had happened. She said she was fine and that the police were holding Frank as a suspect. "Dad, the only reason anyone in that place, including me, is still alive, is because of Frank. Can you help him?"

"Ask what precinct they are going to take him to, and my lawyers will be there to meet him. Tomorrow they will throw a parade, in his honor."

"Thanks, dad."

It took the police longer to type out the reports, from the fourteen people in the laundromat, than it did to release Frank from custody. There were fifteen people in the laundromat, but somehow, no one asked Antonia Caruso, for a statement.

Word came down from the mayor's office, through the chief of police, down the chain of command, to release this war hero, immediately. They did the ballistics test on the gun, to match the casings and the shells, against those at the crime scene and in the victims, in record time.

One of Tony's lawyers volunteered to defend the driver, of the car. The driver decided to plead guilty, to all the charges against him, and received the maximum sentence. After his discussion with his lawyer, the man figured he would be safer in prison, then he would have been on the streets, if he said no to a deal that involved Anthony Caruso.

The police gave Frank back his weapon. The men in 'Blue' scratched their heads wondering "who this guy really was, and why he was getting the royal treatment." They wondered, but they did not ask.

It was nearly midnight, when Frank brought Antonia home, with the dry cleaning. Rose, Donna, and Vincent were there to greet them, and asked for a complete rundown of what had happened, that afternoon.

Antonia started talking to them, and Frank interrupted, saying he was tired and he was going home.

Rose said that he could not go home, because Tony wanted him here, when he got back.

"Rose my back and leg are killing me. I have to lie down, before I cannot walk anymore. Is there someplace I can do that here?"

"Sure, why not lie down in Antonia's bed? She does not look like she is tired and if she does get tired she can lie down, with me, until her father gets home."

"Do you mind if I do that, Antonia?"

"No, I'll take you up there and get you a blanket. I will be back down, in a few moments, mom."

Antonia went up first and he followed her up the stairs, very slowly. However, as soon as he was up there, he scurried up to her and said, "Let's do Vincent's bed, in a hurry."

"I thought you were hurting?"

"I am, but I promised that you could get even with your brother, and a promise is a promise. This will not take long, with your help. You will laugh all night, when they struggle to get into bed, and you hear them scream when they rip their sheets. That is why they call it, "Short Sheeting!"

"Those are my mother's sheets."

"I will replace them for her, or I will leave the country, and maybe move to Italy, on Friday. What do you think?"

"It works for me! How do we do this?"

"Follow me."

The air in Vincent and Donna's room smelled of sex. When he looked at Antonia and winked with his eyebrows, she blushed. He asked, "What are you going to do when it happened to you?"

"It is never going to happen to me. I am too opinionated. I say what I think, when I think it, and if I am wrong, you will never know it because I will argue it, until the day I die."

"Bullshit! I have already beaten you three times, on three different occasions. You have acknowledged that you were wrong, although not gracefully. You will learn, as you get older that the world is round and not flat. The American Indians knew that before the Europeans did. The Popes excommunicated people that disagreed with what they called religious beliefs. Other Popes had to reinstate them, because religious beliefs changed. You will change, also, and when you do, I will be there to spank you."




Why I Hated The Guy From The FBI Ch. 02



"Frank, I swear to God you have a one track mind."

"Toni, did you say I have a 'One Crack Mind?' If you did, it is a wonderful crack to look at."

"You are absolutely incorrigible. Can we do this thing now, before they think we are fucking up here?"

"Would that be such a bad thing?"

"Stop it, please."

"You are a spoiled sport. Okay, follow my lead."

Less than a moment later, the trap on Vincent's bed was set, and Antonia smiled. She could not wait for her brother and Donna to crawl into bed tonight. She went into her bedroom, removed her stuffed animals from her bed, and watched as this big man sank into her mattress. It did not budge, when she got on it. She started to cover him, when realized he had not taken off his boots. She smiled, when she realized he had still not purchased a pair of sneakers for himself.

She thought he was so tired; he had fallen asleep, as soon as his head hit the pillow. She worked on the laces of his boots, removing them from three pairs of islets. Then, she tried to pull the boot off, but that did not work.

Frank grinned, because every time she tried to pull his boot off, he tensed his toes and arched them back to tighten the fit. He frustrated her every attempt to remove a boot.

She removed laces, from three more pairs of islets. She pulled harder, and the boot still refused to move. She wondered if his boots were glued to his feet. She was concentrating, so deeply on her task, that when her mother tapped her on her shoulder, she nearly screamed.

Rose moved Toni aside, pulled the leather sides of the islets, laterally, and tipped the toes of Frank's shoes rearward. The boot popped off his foot and lifted easily into her hand.

Frank raised his head from the pillow and said, "Rose, I was having so much fun, why did you have to come up here and spoil it for me?"

Antonia looked at him and screamed. "I am going to get your gun and shoot you in your knees. I struggled with that boot for fifteen minutes and could not get it off. Are you telling me that you were doing something, with your foot to keep me from getting it off, you bastard." She picked up his boots and started hitting him with it. Frank laughed, because it felt funny to be hit, by an out of control teenage girl.

By the time she had swung his boot six times, she was tiring and sweating. He egged her on. "What is the matter, Little Princess, have you been picking flowers too long. A three-pound boot is too much for you to hold and hit someone with a few times. What would you do if you were attacked and someone tried to rape you? Are you the type of girl who would say, 'Okay go on, do it? I have an appointment at four o'clock, so please hurry up, and don't rip my stockings."

Antonia became furious. "You fucking bastard." As she started swinging the boot again, Rose decided to leave the room and close the door. When she reached the living room, the smile on her face was so broad that Vincent and Donna thought she caught Antonia in bed, him with Frank.

"No children, it is not what you are thinking. It is even better than that."

"Mom, what could be better than Antonia having sex, with Frank?"

"You both know Frank's injuries prevent him from having sex and procreating children. However, the good Lord has seen fit to give him the knowledge to push every one of your sister's buttons, in capital letters. He drives her crazy, with words. I nearly pissed my pants, as I watched what he did to her, upstairs. He has her wrapped around his little finger, and when she fights back, she only wraps herself tighter against him. She will find the right man for herself one day, and Frank will teach him how to control that temper of hers, and how to keep her heart open, with love, for a lifetime. Tonight, I saw him do it, with his boots. I was amazed how easy it is, for him, to inflame her temper, and then to control every aspect of her being. If he becomes a priest, he will be a good one. However, I think he would be best as a Child Psychologist. He has great instincts, a great sense of humor, and a wonderful heart.

"Thank you Rose, I will take that into consideration."

She looked towards the stairway, as Frank descended the last step and turned to join her, in the living room. "I meant it, Frank. I think you are marvelous, at least with one of my children."

He looked at her and asked, "What is wrong with the other one?"

Rose looked at Vincent and said, "How much time do you have Frank?"

Vincent yelled, "Mom, stop it. I am in a stable, loving marriage, now."

"My son, I am so happy that you did not stop after you said 'Stable."

Donna frowned at Vincent and reminded him of his promise. "Vincent, I am the only one in your life, until death do you part, right?"

"It is until death do us part, my love."

"You have been and always will be my only one, Vincent. When your mother said the word stable, I knew what she was thinking. I know there were others before me, Vincent. However, if there are any after me, your death will come much before mine. Your children will miss you, but my life, and theirs will go on, as I walk on your grave. Do we understand each other, my love?"

"Do you see what you have started mom? I have received a death threat from my wife. I have not even thought about straying from her and now you have planted the idea into her head that I will. I will not do anything like that to her. What I did in the past, is in the past. Donna is my wife. Donna is my partner for life. I will not dishonor her, or our marriage, by sleeping with another woman."

Antonia walked into the room saying, "So what you are telling us Vincent is that you are going to cheat on her, with a man. I did not know you swung that way, brother."

Vincent tried to stand up and go after his sister, but there was a large hand on his shoulder, keeping him down. He looked up and asked, "May I borrow your gun, Frank?"

"Do you have a license?"

"I have a Driver's License."

"That is not the same thing Vincent."

"Then why won't you let me kill her?"

"I do not want to spank a dead body. So, until I collect my two spanks on naked flesh, you cannot kill her."

"Frank, she will never let you do that to her."

"I am getting closer every day, Vincent. It almost happened tonight, however your mother walked in, and spoiled my fun."

"You were nowhere near my ass tonight, Frank."

"If your mother had not walked in, and saved the day, I would have let you work on my shoes for another twenty-five minutes or so. You would have exhausted yourself, and lay down on the bed next to me and fallen asleep. I would have gently rolled down your pants, and spank you, on your bare ass, so hard and so fast, your scream would have come out a moment or two, after I left your room."

Donna, Vincent, and Rose were laughing, because Antonia was bright red and could not think of anything to say to Frank.

Finally, she just screamed and said, "I hate you!"

Frank looked at her and said, "Good, I will unpack my bag, and stay in Brooklyn, instead of going to Italy."

"You cannot do that, you would miss your parents too much, and they would miss you."

"We would get over it."

"You promised my father, you would go to Italy."

"I will explain to your father that you hate me and no longer want, or need me to go with you."

This was it. Now she had to put up or shut up. She had to ask him to come to Italy with her, or she had to acknowledge that she was sure enough of herself to go it alone. She stood there looking at Frank and then at her mother.

Frank asked, "Shall I am unpack my duffel bag Princess, or not? You have ten seconds."

"You are a bastard, Frank."

"Three seconds."

"Do not unpack, Frank. Are you happy now?"

"I would never have had to unpack my duffel bag, Princess. I bought a suitcase."

"I really hate you, Frank."

"I know, but you cannot live, without me."

They heard a car stopped in front of the house. Rose opened the front door and Tony walked in, unimpeded. He looked at Frank and asked, "What the fuck were you thinking?"

"Living through the day, sir."

"You went up against two guys with automatic weapons, and a third in the car, with another one. You were there to protect my daughter, not all those other people."

"What I did there, today, was to protect your daughter, and get her out of there alive. There was no other way to control the situation. The two idiots I killed had already killed two washing machines. I am not trying to make light of the situation, Tony. They had already fired off over twenty rounds of ammunition in there. It looked to me, that they were not going to let anybody out of there alive. I had Antonia behind me at the back of the store. The two perps were towards the front of the store. I had to keep them as far from her as possible. As soon as I was down to a one on one situation, I took out the first gunman, as he started looking the wrong way. The second one was looking at the floor, picking up valuables. When he heard me fire, he dropped the bag and reached for his weapon, but he was dead, before his hands reached it. I knew, by instinct alone, they had to have someone outside, to get both of them out of there. I could not allow that person, to come into the store, firing an automatic weapon or a shotgun. I yelled for everyone to stay down and got up front as quickly as I could. I saw the car and the driver, at the curb. As soon as he saw me, he tried to get away. I disabled the car and held him, until the cops arrived. My only concern was Antonia. She was behind me at all times, and I use my knowledge and tactics to make sure she was not harmed.

Tony smiled at Frank and said, "You know something, I got the same story from a deputy district attorney, this evening, at dinner. Only fourteen other people seem to think you were protecting them, personally. The city wants to give you a medal. I told them that you would not accept it, because of your experiences in Iraq and Afghanistan. You are at home, suffering from the shock of today's incident, and do not want to speak with anyone, especially the press. You are considering leaving the country for a while, to rest and recuperate from this latest setback to you rehabilitation. I will let them know what is happening with you, and as soon as I know what your plans for the future entail, I will let them know.

"Thank you, Tony. I appreciate it"

Tony looked around the living room and asked, "Why do I have a feeling

I interrupted something?" He looked from Vincent to Donna to Antonia, each looking more innocent than the other did. He turned to Rose and said, "What did they break, or who did they kill?"

Each adolescent started speaking quickly. Rose shushed them all, and asked her husband if he wanted to hear this over coffee or wine?"

"I think I'm going to have a headache soon, so I will go with the wine."

"That is an excellent choice, Anthony. However, I think I will bring the whole bottle."

"Why do I have a feeling this is going to be a long night?"

Frank looked grinned. "You are the boss, and the boss is always right!"

"Oh shit, I am going to have one hell of a headache."

"If you wait until I am a priest, I will pray it away for you."

"Children are God's way of tormenting parents. Your prayers will not help me."

"Dad, not all your children are like Antonia. You have me!"

"Yes, Vincent, I do have you. I was called to school to get you out of trouble more times than I can remember. I had to pay to get that boy's jaw fixed. I had to find his father a job, so he would not sue us, and put you in prison, for starting that fight. Oh yes Vincent, I do have you to call my own."

Donna laughed as Vincent shrunk into the corner of the couch.

Rose put the wine in front of Anthony and said, "We were lucky we were only able to have these two gems, Anthony. God only knows what other torments he would have put us through, if we were able to have six or seven children. The world is on edge, now. Five more little Caruso's, like our two genetic aberrations, could have caused the end of civilization, as we know it!"

"Yes Rose, God did save the world by only allowing us Antonia and Vincent. He could have been kinder, and given us a daughter like Donna, or a son like your brother Joseph has. However, we are paying for our sins here on earth, because we have these two, exceptional, children."

"Would you define exceptional for me, Tony," Frank asked.

"No, I will leave that to your imagination, Frank."

"I have a very wild imagination, sir."

"Then let it go as far as you want, and when it does not come back, you will know the definition you are looking for."

"Dad, you are not being fair. Well, you are being fair to Vincent, but you are not being fair to me. In the last thirteen years, you and mom have seen me for ten weeks a year: Seven weeks over the summer, two weeks over the Christmas holidays, and one week at Easter. That is a total of one hundred and thirty weeks, or two and one half years. Neither of you can say you raised me, because the nuns did that for you. From the age of five, you never had to buy me a toy, or a doll or a bicycle, because they were not allowed at the convent. What you did was board me away, for a lifetime, and pay for my schooling. If you think I am maladjusted, try this: Put yourself in a prison from the age of five. Get up at five o'clock every morning and go to vespers. Keep silent after that until after breakfast. Have your best friend be thirty-two years older than you are. Be unable to discuss anything that is going on in the world that affects someone the same age you are with your classmates, because there is no television in the convent. I could keep boring you, for hours, telling you why you think I am such a bitch, but when you want to place blame on someone, do not put it on me, because I was not given a choice. I was packed up and sent away, like unwanted goods. I tried my best not to be angry, because the sisters told me that it would hurt my immortal soul. Well, tonight, you two blamed God for me being as I am. God did not do anything to me, except give me my soul. You two tried to rip it from my body and cast the blame elsewhere. To hell with both of you, I do not care if I ever see either of you, ever again.

Antonia ran out the front door, and into the street, with Frank close behind her. He grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder. She screamed and kicked her legs, yelling at him to let her go.

"Antonia, listen to me." She did not stop screaming or kicking, so he did the only thing available to him, he smacked her on her bottom.

"Ouch. You bastard, you have wanted to do that for the longest time. I am amazed you did not pull down my pants to do it."

"If you do not listen to me I will strip you naked here in the middle of the street, do you understand me."

"Yes, I understand."

"I am going to take you to my house. You will stay there and not attempt to leave. I am going back to your parents, and I will tell them where you are. I will tell them you are not coming back. If they want to talk to you, they can call my house, but you do not wish to see them. If they wish to pay for your college education and your expenses in Italy, that is fine with you, if not, that is also fine with you. They are no longer responsible for your life and you are no longer responsible to them.

As far as my services for you, are concerned, they are no longer required. If I go to Italy, it will be because I am going to be with my parents, and nothing else. You want nothing to do with me ever again. From this day forward, you are on your own.

"Frank, I cannot do this on my own. I can do it if you are by my side, but alone, I will fail."

"Toni, never be afraid of failure. Just get back up and try harder the next time. I am not throwing you to the wolves. I will always be close by you. You may not see me, but I will always see you. Think of the word that you rarely use, and we will use it as an emergency or code word. If you yell it out, I will be by your side in seconds. Do not cry wolf, it has to be a real emergency, when you use it."

"Okay, Frank, Barbarossa, or Overlord; which one do you like the most?"

Let me see, do I want to rescue you by being alerted to the call of "The invasion of Russia, by Germany or the invasion of Europe, by the Allied forces. I think I will go with door number 2: Overlord."

"Frank, when did you have time to learn all this stuff. Dad said you were a mediocre student, in high school, and you went into the service after it."

"Your dad was right, about my high school performance. However, as I grew up, I watched the History Channel, a lot. I learned more about this country and the things that go on around us, from that channel, than I ever did in high school. I learned what the Constitution of the United States says, and what our Bill of Rights are, and what they mean."

"I guess all television, is not a wasteland for the mind."

"One day, you have to sit down and watch the science channel, or National Geographic."

"I get the picture, Frank."

"No you do not, not until you turn on the television."

"Frank, you are starting, again."

"Antonia, do I have to start giving you English lessons, now. I never stopped, so I do not have to restart anything."

"I am having a bad evening; would you give it a rest, please?"

"You said, please, so I guess I will stop being nice, and returned to my normal self."

"Your 'self' is not normal, Frank. Would you take me to your house now? My feet are getting cold."

Frank picked Antonia up and threw her over his shoulder, as she squealed, and kicked her feet, in objection, again. He decided to quiet her again the same way he had before, so he smacked her, on her behind, a second time.

"You are becoming predictable, Frank."

"If you like it, I will continue?"

"No, but I knew if I yelled, and kicked my feet, you would hit me again."

Frank smacked her once again, and Antonia screamed, "Ouch!"

"You son of a bitch, what was that for?"

"That was for getting me to hit you, when you wanted me to hit you. It was a waste of my energy and talent."

"Hitting a little girl is a talent?"

"No, making them obey is my talent."

"You son of a bitch, Frank."

"Have I ever introduced you to my parents?"

"No, you have not, Frank."

"Well, Antonia, once I have introduced you to them, you will have to pick a new phrase to use from the English language, because you seem to have been stuck on that one for a very long time. You do realize there are others, and they work, just as effectively."

"Frank, do not hit me, but you are a pain in the ass."

Frank thought about this for a moment, as he approached his front door, and just before he sent her down, there was a loud collision of flesh meeting.

"You cock sucking bastard, I am going to get you for that."

Frank smiled at her and said, "I bet your pussy is wet. I was the first man to touch your ass, with his hand, and I bet you almost came. Remember, I still get to do it, one more time. You will be ready and willing the next time, and when I hit you, your pussy will spasm and you will come for the first time at the hand of a man."

"I would rather become a nun, than be touched by you again."

Gloria Gennaro was holding the front door open, when Antonia made that remark. She laughed and Antonia and said, "Every virgin said the same thing, until Frank popped their cherries, in high school. After that, Frank's grades went down, because I had to keep a schedule for his afternoon, nighttime and weekend trysts. Thank goodness for youthful energy."

"Hello Mrs. Gennaro. I am sorry you had to hear that. However, your son is in animal, and has no respect for a woman, who was brought up in a nunnery."

"Hello Antonia. Frank has told us a little about you, but has kept most of it to himself, for security reasons. He is very good at what he does, and when he is ready he will do very well, by you."




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"Mom, give her something to eat, and do not let her out of your sight. I do not want her to run away, as she has threatened to do. I have to talk to her parents, who are probably out of their minds with worry, and then I will be back."

"All right, Frank. I will strip her bare and tie her to your bed, so you can have your way with her, when you get back."

"Mom that will still not get you grandchildren, from me. You know what the doctors said, and it would take a miracle to reverse my situation."

"I have been praying for that miracle."

"Keep praying mom. Nothing has happened yet."

"Mrs. Gennaro, it seems there are a lot of people praying for that miracle."

"It will come to pass, Antonia. It will happen, mark my words."

"Do you believe that strongly in religion or in God?"

"I gave up on religion years ago. I never gave up on 'My God'."

"I have to have a long talk with you. After my confinement in the nunnery, I have found that religion, and belief in God are not one and the same."

"I feel safe to leave now. This conversation could last for days if not weeks or years." He was correct. Actually, it could take more than one's lifetime.

Frank walked back to Tony's house. He tried to think of a way to break the news to them about Antonia's new plans. Tony was not going to like them, however he thought Rose would take it the hardest. Wine would help. Lots of wine would help even more.

When he opened the front door, the house was eerily quiet. He did not know where everyone was, so he called out, "Hello?"

Tony answered back from the living room, "We are in here, Frank."

As he turned to walk into the room, he saw Tony holding onto Rose, who was sobbing; and Vincent, whose eyes were red, had his head in Donna's lap.

"I am sorry to intrude at a time like this is, however, Antonia sent me here to deliver a message. Most of it, you already know, because she said it in this room, and I will not repeat it. If you still want her to go to Italy and pursue her education that is fine with her. If not, that is also fine. You owe her nothing, and she feels the same way about you. She no longer requires my services; more precisely she does not want them, because they remind her of being trapped in the convent. She said if I go to Italy, it is only because I am going there to visit my parents, and not to protect her. She does not wish to see me anywhere near her, because it will remind her of her confinement. She will not see you; if you want, you can call her. That was the only concession I was able to get from her. What do you want me to do, boss? I have her at my house, and my mother is keeping her busy while I am talking with you. She is eighteen, and legally, she can do and go wherever she wants."

"Frank take her to Italy. I do not care if she wants to see you or not, your job remains the same: Protect my daughter. Here are your travel documents, money, a key to a safety deposit box will give you access to a safe house and more cash. Everything else has been taken care of by my lawyers, and the paperwork is included. If she changes her mind, we are always here. If she does not, I will never forgive myself. I thought I was doing the right thing by keeping her away, from all the bad elements that surrounded this area, but I never thought of it from her point of view. If anything happens to her, Frank, you may as well kill yourself, because I will come after you, with everything I have. I will wipe out your entire family to get to you. Do we understand each other?"

"Sir, as I told you the day you gave me this job, I am at your disposal. I will never let you down."

"Thank you, Frank. ' Buona fortuna.'

"Thank you, sir. With Antonia, I will need all the luck I can garner."

Rose walked over to Frank, kissed him on the cheek, and told him to take care of her baby. I told her she knew the phone number to my home; why not call my house, and tell her yourself?

She looked at her husband, looking for permission, and he nodded his head. Rose kissed me again, and ran for phone. I do not know what was said between mother and daughter, however, when I returned home, Antonia was crying, and in my mother's arms.

THE END

CHAPTER 2



Why I Hated The Guy From The FBI Ch. 03



Note: If you are looking for rampant sex to jump off each page at you, this story is not for you. I do not write for prurient interests, I write stories, that may involve sexual situations, as part of the plot. Chapter 3 has less of these situations then Chapters 1 or 2 had; it just worked out that way. I am new at this art form, this story being only my second attempt at writing. I have no idea where this story is heading, from chapter to chapter, I only have it outlined for the next two chapters. If you have any ideas that you think would add flavor to this story, put them in the comment box, after you vote, and I will read them. Please enjoy reading Chapter 3.

This is a work of fiction. All persons, places and things associated with this story are the product of my warped sense of humor and imagination. All rights are reserved. Prolonged_Debut10

10. Flying East

Flying first class was new to both of them. Flying Al Italia meant one other thing for Antonia, she could drink any alcoholic beverage she wanted, after the aircraft passed the three miles outside the borders of the United States. However, there was a fly in Antonia's ointment, and he was sitting next to her. Frank allowed her one glass of wine, over the nine hour trip to Rome, while he imbibed unimpeded. She glared at him every time he had a glass of champagne or wine. 

"I hope you throw your guts up, Frank."

"If I do little princess, I will aim it at you."

"I knew you took the aisle seat for a reason."

"When I am with you, little princess, everything I do has a reason attached to it."

"Is it true what your mother said about you, Frank?"

"Do you remember what I said about lying?"

"Yes, I remember."

"That went for everyone, including my parents."

"So, your grades went down in high school, because you were as bad as Vincent was, or worse."

"I was probably worse than Vincent was in high school. I was an all-around jock: quarterback, star forward on the basketball team, and a pitcher on the baseball team. Girls came after me, like a river flowing down stream after a heavy rain. As my mother told you, she had to keep a time schedule for me, to keep me out of trouble with the girls.

"How come you did not get a scholarship?"

"My grades was so bad, they never thought I would be able to qualify to play."

Antonio laughed. "So, all play, and no work made Frank a dull boy?"

Frank did not laugh at her joke, but said, "I scored 1250 on the SATs and 30 on the ACT's, and that was still not enough to prove to them I could do college-level work. My reputation in school with the girls did not help me, either."

"So that is why you found your way into the Marines?"

"I had no other prospects, and I needed to do something with my life, so I decided to enlist."

"Yes, and wound up getting yourself blown up?"

"If you are going to be dumb, you have to be tough."

"That is not even close to being funny, Frank."

"I did not say it was funny; it is just a fact."

"How did it happen, Frank?"

"We were in the city of Kandahar. This particular area was supposed to be a very safe place, but we still had our guard up. Anyone and everybody wearing a dress all day, could pull out an automatic weapon, or be wearing a bomb, and could ruin your day quickly. We walked down a long alley, with a lot of civilian traffic and children playing everywhere. If any place ever looked safe, this was it. I stopped to speak with an elder, and my team moved forward a few meters to mingle with some adults and with the children, who were playing soccer. A moment later, someone yelled, "Grenades!" My marines dove for cover. Many civilians did not understand the warning, and died where they stood. Others tried to outrun the blast, to get to safety. Many people died that day. Ther were civilians: men, women, and children, plus eight of my marines, laying everywhere. Fifteen more civilians and four more of my soldiers and I were critically injured. My squad was wiped out. The enemy knew we were coming, and when we would be there. They picked the perfect spot to ambush us. We slowed down, to mingle with the locals, following the protocol handed down by the brass. My men paid dearly for stopping that day. When it was finally over, and I woke up in Germany, I was informed that I was the only survivor."

"I am so sorry Frank, I did not mean for you to have to relive such a painful memory."

"Antonia, it is okay. I relive that afternoon every day of my life." Frank closed his eyes, and moved his head back towards the headrest. He was trying to see the faces of his friends before they were blackened forever by death. The wounds he received that day in Afghanistan and had nothing to do with the wounds the Caruso's thought he was dealing with. 

However, as he looked at the faces of his friends, as they passed by his minds eyes, they sapped him of life and energy faster than any physical exercise ever could. Without realizing it, Frank fell into a deep, and fretful sleep over which he had no control.

Antonia watched him, and could not believe the difference in this man. Awake; he was solid granite. Asleep, he looked like a drug addict coming down from a bad trip. 

The steward asked if her friend was okay. 

"I think he is reliving a bad episode from the war, in Afghanistan." 

"If he needs anything, call me immediately."

"Blankets, please."

The warmth of the blankets seemed to help a little, and when Antonia took his hand, rubbed it along her cheek, and kissed his palm, Frank seemed to calm down. 

Suspiciously, she looked upon his face. "If this is an act to see if I would kiss you, I'm going to stab you in your eyes."

Frank's demeanor did not change. She was holding his hand, and she did not feel any movement from him. His breathing remained the same and he was still pale. She adjusted her position and leaned her head on his shoulder, while moving her legs under her, and fell asleep.

She woke up, somewhere over the Swiss Alps, and saw Frank looking down at her. She asked, "How are you feeling?"

"My right shoulder is dead. My right arm is pins and needles, and my right hand has been twisted into a position, that I can no longer call it my own. That is how I feel."

"You do not have to be so belligerent about it. The steward and I did everything we could to get you to calm down. You looked like you were on a'Drug-induced trip'. We covered you with a few blankets and tightened your seatbelt. I even wiped the drool from the corners of your mouth so you did not look like you are having a Epileptic fit. As far as your body parts are concerned, you would not let go of my hand and I lost feeling in it. I had to lean up against your shoulder, in the most comfortable position I could find. I had to sleep with my feet underneath me. I probably have indentations in my ass, from my shoes that will never go away."

"Is that an invitation for me to take inspect your ass, after we land?"

"Go fuck yourself Frank!"

"Watch your language, Antonia."

"What are you going to do Frank, walk out on me at thirty-nine thousand feet?"

"This aircraft has to land, one of two ways: On a runway under its own power, or by gravity when it runs out of fuel. The first way I can walk away from you. The second way, I am joined with you forever, by fate. Which way would you like it, Antonia?"

"My mother is a great believer in fate. However, I do not like you, and the thought of being bound to you eternally him by gravity, is not very appealing. When we land, if you want your freedom, you can take a hike."

"There is only one flaw with your plan. Your father said if anything ever happened to you while you are in Italy, he would come after me. I do not mind that at all, but he also said he would go after my mother and father. I will never let that happen. I will have to kill him first. He knows it, and he is counting on it. It will make me an easier target, if he has my parents as hostages. Therefore, you are stuck with me. When you go take a leak, I am going to be there to count the droplets. When you go take a shower, I am going to be there to make sure no one else is in there with you. When you go to bed, I will be there doing bed check." 

"I was going to Milan to 'Get a Life," not to get a Life Sentence.'"

"I was moving back to Brooklyn to be with my family and friends. You cannot play 'Stickball' in Italy, because the streets are too narrow. Noone would know what the four-sewer rule is, because they do not have sewer covers. It is strange how life has a way of throwing curves at you just when you have a great plan worked out."

"Frank, does the CIA really hand out little black pills to their agents, so in-stead of getting caught and interrogated, they take one and die, instead of giving up their secrets?"

"Yes, I have heard they do something like that. Why?"

"I have been on this airplane with you for over 7 hours, and I have decided, if I have to be on it for another few hours with you, and listen to any more of your brilliant remarks, I would like to take two of them, now."

"I am sorry, Antonia, they only work on sentient beings."

"I hate your guts Frank, I really do."

"I know, but you cannot live without me." 

"It is not that I cannot live without you. The problem is my father will not let you live without me. I am sorry, he had to drag your parents into this mess, but those are the facts as I see them."

He thought about this for a moment and then smiled. "Ms. Caruso, you have finally won a point. That is exactly how this match has been made. If I leave, I lose, because my parents are in jeopardy. If I stay, I lose, because I have to be bodyguard to you, princess. I have to keep you from harm, which includes everyone from the six-year old precocious child him, to sexually stimulated centinegerians. It means I have to protect you from both sexes. Effectively I have to put you back into the convent. It is no way for you to live and have a life, and there is no way on earth that a dozen highly trained guards could do it effectively. However, I may have a plan, and if you are up for it, you can have two lives instead of one. 

"Frank, why do I have the feeling I am going to be in trouble, very soon?"

"What makes you think I would do anything to get you in trouble?"

"You have an evil look on your face, and when you look like that, the devil is around looking for the people you have just hurt."

"You just think it is the devil princess. It is really an angel, who has been lost since last 'All Hollows Eve.'"

"Frank, I think you need to get laid."

"Are you offering?"

"Are you capable?" 

"Would you like to get into bed with me, and see if our mother's prayers have been answered? I still owe you one good smack on your bare ass. I could collect it at the same time I was popping your cherry."

"Okay, blowhard, here's the deal. ' The day you take my cherry him with your own 'fully functional equipment, with him the intent of getting me pregnant, you can collect your swat on my ass. Since we both know that will never happen, when you close your eyes and take your last breath, on this earth that I want you to think of my cute little ass, and say to yourself, 'Maybe next time."

Frank stood up and stretched, as he prepared to walk to the front of the aircraft. He leaned over to Antonia and said, just loud enough for eve-ryone to hear, "Who said your ass was cute?"

She was about to scream at him, when the steward announced the aircraft was about to start its descent into Rome. Would everyone please put their seat backs and tray tables into the upright and locked positions. As It took Antonia three tries to get this right, because Frank was standing outside the bathroom smiling at her. 

Everything she said to him, even though it was perfect, at that moment, he carved up like a Thanksgiving Turkey, and served it back to her. She wanted to, but she had no retort that would better him. She knew if she could not best him, with her well prepared words, it was better not to fence with him, with an off-the-cuff remark. She was good, she was very good at this type of banter. Frank, always out did her. Although he did not take the time to study, while he was in school, he had the worldly knowledge and the wit to outdo her. Seven years her senior, he had trained himself, and had the experiences that life around the world gave you. It kept her off balance, and in her place. His use of sexual innuendos made her blush, and made her mind grind to a halt. This would pass in time, as her knowledge grew on that subject. Her knowledge would grow, when she turned on the television, and gathered information from various kinds of instuctional sources. One day, she hoped it is in., she would be better prepared to take on Frank Gennaro. 

She hoped she had not hurt him, when she spoke, so flippantly, about his sexual problems. When her feelings were out of control, her mouth did not have an editor, and it caused people to be hurt by her venom. The nuns had warned her about her lack of control, during her years at the convent, and she spent many hours, at prayer, looking for guidance. Her only recourse seemed to be avoidance of those situations. However, like today, you could not leave an airplane, just because you were having a temper tantrum. She would apologize for ill-tempered responses, when he came back.

After twenty minutes, Antonia began to worry about him. She had seen him by the lavatories, yet he had not returned. She asked the steward to check on him. When he came back the steward was smiling and told her that her friend had met 'another companion!'

"Why hasn't he returned to his seat?"

"He seems to be fascinated by her."

"Her! That son of a bitch. He will do anything to get my goat. I am not going to bite this time. Let him have his fun; I will get my turn soon enough."

The pilot announced that they were on final approach to Rome's, Leonardo da Vinci airport, and that they would be on the ground in five minutes.

Antonia was sure Frank would return to his seat, now, but she was incorrect again.

The aircraft landed without incident, taxied to the terminal, and stopped. Antonia gathered her things and stood up, with the queue that was forming, as the door opened to the giant Boeing aircraft. She walked out into the warm, Italian summer air. She had her passport, but Frank had the tickets for the luggage. She left unencumbered, by any packages, proceeded to the customs area, and showed the agent her passport. They spoke to each other in Italian, her passport was stamped, and she headed out towards the busy concourses of the airport. 

She had not take ten steps, into the vast building, and when she was accosted by more than thirty family members, none of whom she knew, but all had a picture of her. They completely encircled, kissed her, and greeted her, until she could not move, speak, or breathe. 

She screamed as her body was lifted off the floor, into the air. She found herself in a very embarrassing position, because her dress did not completely clear the head of the person, who had lifted her up. Her legs were on display clear to her crotch. She tried desperately to lift the front of the dress over the head of the person, who was holding her aloft. In her heart, she knew it could only be one person; it had to be "HIM," and she hated him even more now then she had a moment before. As 

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"Frank are you going to do this all the time, or are you trying to make my life a living hell, just for today." 

"I would never do this to you all the time, little princess. I just wanted to see what shade of blue your panties are today."

"What would you have done, if I was not wearing panties?"

"I would have held you in this position, and done a one hundred eighty degree turn, with my body. You might have screamed, again, but you most certainly would be wearing a smile on your face, right now."

"Frank, you are the most detestable man on this planet."

"You are getting much better, princess. Your use of the English language is broadening, with every adjective you use."

"Put me down Frank, right now."

"Tell your family to back off and give you some room to breath."

Antonia gave a little speech, while perched on Frank's shoulders, and thank them for their warm welcome. She asked them to give her some room, because she was not used to such large crowds.

Only the eldest in the group stayed close to her and everyone else backed away to greet her. They traveled en masse towards baggage claim and Antonia asked "Who were you sitting with Frank, and why?"

"I was with a beautiful young woman, who found me, both charming, and adventurous, while we were in the bathroom, together."

"Bullshit, Frank. Those bathrooms are too small to do anything in, and in your condition..."

"Expand your horizons, Antonia. There are ways to make a young woman very happy, that do not involve coitus, or acrobatic stances in small spaces. If you are interested, you can join us for dinner this evening. She finds you very attractive, and would not mind having you for dessert."

"Okay, Frank, tell her I am in."

"Great." He scanned the area around her relatives. He found the face he was looking for and waved her over.

"Antonia, this is Celeste. Celeste, this is dessert, I mean Antonia."

Celeste bypassed Antonia's proffered handshake, and hugged her tightly. She whispered, "I cannot wait to get between your thighs."

"It will be an adventure, for both of us."

Her relatives grew tired of waiting, and shouted to Antonia that breakfast was waiting for them at their villa. They took her, Celeste and Frank by the arms and dragged them through the baggage area and out to a huge bus that was parked outside the terminal. They all piled in, and as the bus drove off, everyone began singing joyfully, at the arrival of their new family member.

Antonia and Frank joined in, while Celeste enjoyed the views of Rome outside the buses windows.

It took them more than one hour to reach the villa, which should have been called a small castle, instead. It was nestled on top of one of the seven-hills of Rome and the view was magnificent. The Tiber River ran through the valley below, and the city of Rome lay at its feet. It was fifteen degrees cooler here, than in the city below, because there was nothing to block the wind from blowing through the homes and the orchards that provided shade, olives, peaches, and of course, 'Grapes'. In short, it was a paradise, a few miles from one of the world's greatest cities. 

Frank looked around at the meal that was laid out on the long tables, in the gardens. He thought to himself, "If this is breakfast, what do they do for lunch." There was no type of breakfast food here, as an American would see it. There was beef, seafood, chicken, and pasta; mountains and mountains of pasta, home made bread, butter, garlic flavored olive oil and casks of homemade wine, from the vineyards around the villa.

Breakfast took three hours to eat and enjoy. Frank did not warn Antonia about the potency of the homemade warm wine. He watched her drink the sweet brew to her hearts content, until she started to slur her words. He went over, stood behind her, and announced that Antonia was going to take a nap. As it is that

Antonia was furious with him, for treating her like a child, and started to make a scene. She stood up to say something to him. Her knees buckled, her head spun, her eyes glazed over, and she collapsed into his arms. 

That was the last thing she remembered, until she woke up several hours later, in adarkened room, with a splitting headache, and a naked man lying beside her.

The first two items her mind was able to process easily. However, when she repeated the third one to herself, "A naked man is lying beside me," her mouth opened and she screamed.




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Frank instantly grabbed his gun, and asked, "What is he wrong?"

Antonia grabbed her head, because of the pain she had just inflicted upon herself. She tried to say it, more softly this time, but it still came out with venom attached to it. "You are naked!"

She grabbed her head, fearing Frank would yell at her, but he responded in a low voice, "Are you having a wet dream, again, or are you asking me to get naked?"

"Frank, I was able to feel you all the way down to your..."

"To my what, little princess? Did you actually touch my male organ, my penis, my prick, my rod and both of its little friends, my testicles, my magic marbles, my balls? Is that what you are trying to tell me Antonia?"

"No, but my arm went as far down as it could, and I felt all this coarse hair, so you must be naked all the way down to there. Did you rape me, Frank?"

"Why don't you feel inside yourself and see if any of my seed is left in there?"

"No, because that would give you too much pleasure. Besides, I just remembered what my father said. You cannot get an erection. Nor can you get any woman pregnant, so you could not have raped me. I feel much better now, knowing that I slept, with a eunuch."

"Remember Antonia, I have a lot of people praying for me: Your mother, your brother, Donna, and my mother and father. One day, in the not too distant future, this eunuch may turn into a bull, and impregnate you without even a mention of love, or a promise of marriage."

She said as quietly as she could, "Frank science is science, and talk is cheap. Science has come very close to proving the existence of God and every time you open your mouth, I hear cheap talk, but no proof."

"Science has proven that God did not make the world in a literal seven days. Prayers to make me whole again, may also take more than seven days."

"Frank, you are a pain in the ass, and now in my head, also."

"I did not touch you in either place. I had all the right in the world to spank you. However, I want you awake and aware when my hand hits your ass, because when it does, your pussy is going to squirt like a fountain."

"There you go again, Frank. More of your cheap, useless, unprovable talk. I will never let you get that close to me, in an intimate position, which would cause me to be in a state of arousal."

"Remember Antonia, I said that I would impregnate you, 'without mentioning love, or a promise of marriage.' I can just see and hear Vincent laughing at you for the rest of his life, when he is told the conditions upon which you got pregnant, and who the father of your child is."

"I will never let that secret out, even if it were to happen."

"You would not have to worry about that, Antonia. I would take great pride and pleasure in announcing the blessed event in the New York Times, the Washington Post, the Miami Herald, the Los Angeles Times, Chicago Tribune, and whatever other newspaper which would accept it. After all, the daughter of a New York mobster, getting knocked up, out of wedlock, by awar hero, who was supposed to be a 'EUNUCH' for the rest of his life, should be worth some ink in the public interest section of a newspaper. Your father would not dare kill me after an announcement like that, because everyone would know who did it, and why."

"In order for you to get between my thighs, Frank, you are going to have to rape me. It will put you in jail for the rest of your life. Is that moment's worth of pleasure going to be sufficient for you to remember all of your days? Am I going to be that good a memory for you?"

"Little princess, do not flatter yourself. I have popped more cherries in my lifetime than most men ever dream about. You would be one more in that long line of conquests. As far as rape is concerned, I have never raped, or forced any girl to do something she did not want to do. You will beg me to make love to you. You will beg me more than once, before I say yes. Call my mother, if you think I am joking with you. My dad never had to use that belt, on me, because I had lied to a girl. I never got any girl pregnant, because I always used protection. You will be the first woman I go into bareback; that means skin on skin, unprotected. When I ejaculate, it will be deep into your pussy, with the sincere hope that you become pregnant on the very first attempt. I want to be able to deposit you back on your father's doorstep, pregnant, disgraced, and defeated. Then you will have to lead the life he wants you to lead, instead of the one you say you want to lead. If you do not wise up, that is what I am going to do to you. I am going to force you into a life of servitude, under your father's thumb. If you really believe, in your heart of hearts, that you do not want that type of life, your attitudes towards life must change, and very quickly. You have to stop being a victim and learn to take life as it comes at you. This is a quote from a very brilliant man, Steven Covey, and I have set my vision of life by it, since I was injured in Afghanistan: "1. Become proactive. 2. Begin everything with end in mind. 3. Always do the first things first. Never leave them for last. 4. Remember, you do not always have to win. You make more friends if you think of a Win/Win situation. (The only time you must win is in war, because if you do not win, you are dead.) 5. Seek to understand your opponent's position. Then, have him try to understand yours." 

There are more rules to follow, but I want you to read and memorize them yourself. Learn these steps, use these steps in everything that you do, whether it is in school or in life. You will be ahead of everyone else that is trying to get ahead of you. Do not try to bluff your way through a situation. If you do not know, say so. The other side will know you are bluffing, and take advantage of you. Ask for a delay, or ask if junior member of your staff is up to speed, and let him or her run the meeting.

Antonia looked at him befuddled. "Why are you telling me all of this?"

"I am going to use these steps to get between your thighs. It will not take me long, if you do not work hard, to keep me from getting there. The harder you work the longer it will take me to get there. I am going to give you the names of some of his books. I suggest that you commit every word to memory. If you do not, you will never know which way I will be coming at you. By the way, does the carpet match the drapes?"

Antonia looked at him, not knowing what he meant. "I do not know, I have not been to my room, yet."

Frank looked at her and realized exactly how naïve, she was when it came to sex, and sexual innuendo. Therefore, he pointed to her head, "Little Princess, this is called the drapes." He moved his hands lower and was nearly touching her pussy. "Unless you shave this area completely, their hair around your vagina is called 'the carpet.'"

Antonia turned bright crimson. First, because she had no intimate knowledge of sex, or sexual innuendo. Second, because his hand was less than an inch away from her vagina. "Of course it is, you idiot. Why wouldn't it be the same color?"

"Little girl, I see I am going to have a lot to teach you, before I let you out into this wide, dangerous world."

"I thought you could not wait to get rid of me?"

"What were the first three items on the list?"

"Be proactive, begin with an end in mind and do the first things first, never leave them for last."

"Excellent! In order for me to be proactive, begin with an end in mind and to do the first things first, you have to be taught about sex. I know eleven-year-olds that know more about sex than you do. I cannot let you step foot onto college grounds, with men whose hormones are raging, as a woman with the sexual knowledge of a prepubescent teenager. Read the books, memorize the books, and we will start working on your knowledge of sex Tuesday morning at 9 AM, sharp. Be prepared to get naked. There will be no sex. There will be no hitting or touching of opposite sexes. However, you have to get to know your body, intimately. If you are going to get shy about this, it is not going to work. Make your decision to learn, or not learn. If you choose not to learn, I will be your bodyguard, not your guide into sexual life. Do you understand?"

"You have made yourself quite clear."

They were driven back to their hotel in a very fancy European touring car. They stopped at a bookstore, where Antonia purchased three books. She began to understand where Frank obtained so much knowledge, while he was in the Marine Corp. If these books were the type of material he absorbed, during his five years in the service, he would make an excellent executive, and a great competitor, in any market. She would take him more seriously, than she had in the past, because he would be a very worthy adversary at any level. The Marines did not know what they had let slip through their fingers, because of extensive injuries.

Then she remembered dinner, and Celeste. "What are we going to do about Celeste?"

"We are going to have a wonderful time: Dinner, dancing, and sex. I cannot think of a better way to get to know one another."

"The more I get to know you, Frank, the more I hate you."

"Yes, I know. However, when you hear Celeste cum tonight, I will bet you that your thighs will be tight together and your panties will be wetter than they have ever been before."

"You are going to make me watch you two fornicate?"

"Would you prefer to join in the action?"

"Fuck you, Frank!"

"Oh, so you do want to join in."

"I hate you with every beat of my heart."

"I will check the laundry basket in the morning, to see how wet your 

panty's are, then you can tell me how much you hate me, Antonia."

"You are the most disgusting man I know."

"Tell me that while I am fucking your brains out; then I will believe you."

"You forget that you are incapable of doing that Frank."

"Have you ever heard of miracles?

Chapter 11. Dinner and a Show

Two short men accosted Frank as they arrived at the hotel. They spoke so fast, he almost did not understand them. They were the tailor's Tony told him would make him clothes suitable for Italy. They pulled him into their salon. They would accept no arguments from him. They had orders from an extremely important client, to dress him properly, and completely, within four days. This was in order from a client, they did not wish to lose. 

For the first time, Antonia saw someone get the better of Frank. She walked into the salon with him, and watched as the men proceeded to strip him bare. "He cannot stop me now, I think I will browse the other shops, in the lobby, and see if they have anything interesting." She turned and walked out, into the rotunda of the hotel, and had not made it to the next shop, when she heard people start to laugh.

She closed her eyes, and shook her head in disbelief. "You are right behind me aren't you Frank?"

"What would make you think that Princess?"

"First, everybody in the lobby is laughing. Second, I left the store without you. Does that about sum it up?"

"Do you want to go back to the store on your own power or do I have to carry you?"

"I will walk, thank you." When she turned to look at him, Frank was still naked. She blushed like a schoolgirl. She could not understand why, but her eyes went straight to his private parts. She could not even say the word to herself. She knew what it was called; she was looking right at it; she was mesmerized by it, and she could not say it by its name. She remembered what she asked Vincent, when he answered the door to his room. As she looked at Frank's limp member she thought to herself, "I do not ever want to see you when you are excited. You would kill me."

Her mind fast-forwarded to Tuesday, when he was going to be naked in the same room with her, and asking her questions about body parts and the intimate names things were called. She was going to die of embarrassment. He was going to yell, and laugh at her, while she stood in front of him, as naked as the day she was born.

However, here was Frank, naked, in the middle of the hotel lobby, with hundreds of people smiling at him, as he held a conversation with a young lady.

Most of the people in the lobby took aquick glance at Frank, smiled and continued on their way. Antonia knew without a doubt these people were definitely European. An American woman would have an apoplectic fit, because of her monotheistic upbringing, and demand that Frank be arrested for indecent exposure.

Frank did not have a care in the world, as he stood there talking with Antonia. He was so sure of himself, his masculinity oozed through every pore and muscle of his body. The scars he bore, also, added to his mystique. Anyone who took the time to survey him closely realized that he was a warrior, and a man not to be trifled with. He took her by the hand, and led her back to the salon. He closed and locked the doors. He closed the drapes behind her, handed her a Men's magazine and said, "Sit and read. You can do both at one time, right?" 

She glared at him, as she remembered saying the same thing to him, at the laundromat. "Yes, I can do that."

He smiled and resumed his position on the little stand the tailors were using to measure his legs. 

He waited for an explosion, which should happen any second now.

"Holy shit! They are allowed to publish this pornography and sell it on the open market?"

"That is not pornography. That is called, "Instructional material." It shows the appropriate use of each opening of the male and female body and how to bring it maximum pleasure."

"Frank, try to be honest for one moment. How would someone shoving their fist up your ass bring you pleasure?"

"I have not tried that yet, but when I do, I will let you know."

"You are full of shit Frank."

"Not when someone is pushing their fist up my ass, hopefully."

Antonia knew this discussion was going nowhere, so she growled at him and looked for magazine that actually had something to read and not just lurid pictures.

The tailors did not give Frank a choice of colors or patterns, because they had been preselected for him. When they were finished with their measurements, they asked him to stop by in two days for one more fitting and then Thursday to pick up all of his clothing, which would be packed for his trip to Milan.

Antonia and Frank went up to their room and the first words out of Antonia's mouth were "Oh, fuck!" She had expected a suite with two rooms, but instead it was only one room with a queen size bed. She remembered the circumstances upon which she left her family, and was thankful for what she had. Frank had not even told her what their living arrangements would be in Milan. She decided to use the first three rules. He had taught her.

"Frank, you can have the bed, I will sleep on the couch."

Frank glared at her. "Antonia, you will sleep on one side of the bed and I will sleep on the other side. I told you once, and I do not want to repeat it ever again. I have never touched a woman that did not want to be touched. I have never fucked a woman, who did not want to be fucked. So take your childish innocence, put it away with all your other purist thoughts and ideas, and get on with your life. Do we understand each other now?"

"Yes, Frank."

The phone rang and Antonia picked it up and heard Celeste ask her if she was ready to have fun this evening?

"Hello Celeste, are you all settled in?"

"Yes, darling, what time are we going out for dinner, or are we going straight to dessert?"

"I will let Frank answer that question for you."

Antonio listened to Frank speak to Celeste in fluent French, and shook her head. The conversation lasted a few minutes and ended with a term of endearment that made Antonia furious. He had just met this trollop a few hours ago, and he said some things to her, that were so intimate, it was like he was her lover for years. How could he talk to this woman, about her private parts, when he had been with her for only a few moments on an aircraft? Her brain could not wrap around these thoughts. At this moment, her brain stopped functioning correctly, and she had to do something about it. She remembered what Frank said about the rules and she said them to herself. She repeated them over and over in her mind, like amantra, until she had a smile upon her face. She knew what she was going to do and how she was going to do it.

Frank got off the phone, turned to Fiona, "Dinner is in Celeste suite at eight o'clock. Dancing and dessert will follow."

"Formal, casual, or not at all?"

"Personal choice."

"Frank, why didn't you tell me you spoke French?"

"You never asked me. I also speak three Afghan dialects and I am good at one Sunni dialect."

"Why did they force you out of the Marines? You could have worked for them in intelligence, surveillance, or so many other jobs and they let you go."

"I guess they agreed with the quote somebody else used on me a while ago."

"What was that Frank?"

"Someone said 'I had no brain.'"

Antonia cringed as she remembered the remark she made prior to her first date with Frank. He wanted to bite her tongue for going into gear, prior to engaging her brain. She looked at Frank, "Is it too late to apologize for saying that now?"

"Just a little, but you have been learning, slowly but surely, you have been learning."

"That is one thing that confuses me Frank. Why are you doing this for me? You do not owe my father anything. You do not owe me anything. You have interrupted your life to tutor an eighteen-year-old girl in the art of growing up. You could do what my father told you to do. Protect me. Make sure. I do not get hurt. He did not tell you to keep me from dating the wrong type of man. He did not tell you to keep me from getting pregnant. He did not tell you to keep me from using drugs. He told you to protect me from other Families that may wish to do me harm. Why do you have a leash around my neck, never let me out of your sight, try to make me do the right thing, and constantly teach me new important things."

Frank shrugged his shoulders, "I am stupid?"

Antonia screamed, "You cock sucking son of the bitch," and attacked Frank with every ounce of strength she had in her body. She cried as she hit him. "I opened my heart to you. I ask you why you care about me, and all you say to me is, 'I am stupid.' One day Frank, as God is my witness, you will be sleeping, you will turn your back, you will be distracted by something, or someone like Celeste, and I will be gone and out of your life and everyone else's life forever. I cannot and will not take this anymore."

"Okay! It is time for you to take a shower and get dressed for dinner. You have ten minutes. After that, I will wash you myself and dressed you."

"Have fun Frank, because I am not going. I am going to do what I have to do. I have to beat you at your own game, and to do that I have to be prepared. I have three books to read, and I am going to start reading them tonight. If you want to go eat Celeste's cunt, you go right ahead, but I will be right here, reading all night."

"Little one, do you realize what you have just done?"

"Yes Frank, I have thought about it, and that is why I am not going with you."

"Did you listen to yourself while you were talking?"

"Yes, Frank. However, I was so angry with you, I wanted to kill you, and I still am not going with you."

"You listed your priorities. You used Steve Covey's priorities in perfect order. Then you went over and above anything you had ever done before. You told me to eat Celeste's cunt: Not vagina, not pussy, not sexual area, but CUNT, and you did not even blink, blush, or cover your mouth in shame, when you did it. You actually said a word that you would have to confess to a priest. Congratulations."

Antonia smiled, "Frank, I know I listed the priorities correctly, that is how I made my decision not to go with you. However, since I have gone far enough to tell you to eat Celeste cunt, I would like to say that you are the biggest prick I have ever met."




Why I Hated The Guy From The FBI Ch. 03



"Are you referring to me, as a person or the appendage between my legs that you could not take your eyes off, in the lobby."

She decided to get even with him, "Vincent's is bigger."

"Donna is going to be a very happily married woman. Now, you have six minutes to shower and dress before I do it for you."

"I am not going, Frank."

Frank picked up his duffel bag and put it alongside Antonia. "Yes, you will fit."

"You would not dare."

"Try me!"

"Fuck you Frank."

"No. I told you, you are going to have to ask me twice before I would fuck you, and that is only the first time you have asked me."

"I did not ask you anything."

"Say it again, little girl, and we will see what you get."

"I thought you never lied to get girls into bed with you. You may not have lied, but you sure cheated if you used a tactic like that, you prick."

"Four minutes!"

"You are going to have to drag me there Frank."

"Accepted!" 

Frank grabbed her, threw her over his shoulder, carried her into the bathroom, and placed her in the shower. "Are you going to do this willingly or am I going to do it for you?"

Antonia did not answer.

Frank smiled at her and said, "Thank you, God."

Suddenly fear entered Antonia's eyes, but it was too late. Frank turned on the cold water for the shower and ripped Antonius blouse and bra off at the same time.

She screamed, "You brute!"

He forced her against the wall and pulled her pants and panties off, as she screamed at the top of her lungs.

"You cannot do this. My father will have your head for this."

"You are not talking to your father, remember."

"Leave me alone, I will wash myself."

"Too late princess, you had your chance, now you are going to get washed G.I. style." He adjusted the shower head, so the cold water hit her directly at shoulder height. He used the hotel shampoo and poured it on top of her head. He massaged it in roughly, shaking her head back and forth, like aPing-pong ball. He pulled her head under the shower and wash the soap off quickly. He used his hands and the bar of soap to wash her face, ears and neck. When his hands moved to her left breast, she stiffened at the unfamiliar feel of another persons touch. Frank slowly drew concentric circles from the base of her breast outward to the tip of her nipple, watching it rise to very fine point. When it had reached its zenith, and a bubble had formed on the very tip, Antonia watched as he brought his mouth to within an inch of it. She thought he was going to take it into his mouth and suck on it, but instead, he blew on it and popped the bubble. It made the muscles in her lower abdomen tighten like she was going to pee. She had to squeeze her thighs fiercely together to keep that from happening.

He repeated the same torture on her right breast and realized that her bladder was not full. This was a different feeling. Her clitoris was distended. Fluids were driping from her vagina and she thought she might be on the verge of her first orgasm. She was happy that the water was dripping down her body, he would have seen fluids dripping out of her and she would have been embarrassed.

He was trying to make her cum, while playing with her vagina. She was not going to let that happen. She was as strong-willed as he was, and she would not lose this battle. He had already made one mistake, she was freezing cold, and that did not make orgasming a priority. She was going to use the rules against him. Being proactive meant she was going to think of every nasty thing he ever said to or about her. She listed then in her mind and there were hundreds upon hundreds of insults that he had used to keep her in line. Now she was going to turn the tables on him and use those insults against him and his plan. If he thought he was going to get between her thighs easily; he had another think coming. He would have to go to Lourdes, Fatima and Guadalupe and ask for the Blessed Virgins help just to get close to his destination. Then he would need the 'Jaws of Life' to pry her thighs apart. If he managed to penetrate her, she swore to herself that she would lie there like a corpse and not move a muscle. He would get no enjoyment from the use of her body, because her mind would be in control at all times.

Frank's hands moved down her belly to the top of her pubic hair and washed her thoroughly, without moving lower. He moved the shower head again and rinsed her thoroughly. Then he pointed the stream lower and directed it at her pussy. The cold water hit her clit and she reacted immediately with a moan. She had not expected that reaction from her body, however she would be ready for it, the next time.

Frank knew the rules, also, and was impressed by the way she was using them against him. He would push her to her limits, but he would not break her; not today. He would let her win to give her confidence. He did not want her to become overconfident, but a small victory, at this time, would go a long way to build up her confidence.

He turned the shower head towards her pussy again and let it rain hard against her clit and her opening.

Antonia clenched her thighs tight together in an attempt to block the water from intruding upon her delicate flesh, but was only partially successful. Although the force was mitigated, the water itself dribbled down through her slash and ran right over her clit, which it sensitized, and into the front of her vaginal opening, causing it to tremble. Antonia was seconds away from coming, when Frank turned the water off. He said, "It is time to get dressed."

She looked at him and smiled. "You could not get me to cum."

"I did not try to get you to come."

"Yes you did, and I beat you. You could not force me to orgasm. I used your rules against you, and you could not get me to orgasm. You are a failure."

"If I wanted you to cum, I could do it in under one minute. I did not want you to lose, today. I wanted you to gain a little confidence in your ability to defend yourself while using the steps you have been taught. You used them well, but I did not try hard to break you. Do not think that you are better than you are, because you have a long way to go."

"Bullshit. I beat you fair and square and you will not admit defeat."

"Do you want me to prove it to you and burst your bubble or do you want to take this afternoons victory with you until your next practice session?"

"You are going to have to prove to me that I lost, because I know I beat you. I focus so hard on what you were doing, I blocked every sensation you put my body through."

"I did not want to do this. I wanted you to be happy with a little victory. However, I am going to make you cum in one minute." 

"Who is going to keep time?"

"You are of course."

Frank restarted the water, asked her to close her eyes, and start counting from sixty and when she reached one, their time was up."

She practiced counting backward from sixty at asteady pace, until she was satisfied with the cadence, and said she was ready.

Frank agreed, told her to close her eyes, again, and to start counting.

She took note of Frank's position, closed her eyes and started. "60 – 59 – 58 – 57 ..."

Frank made little noises trying to distract her train of thought and to keep her wondering exactly where he was. He saw her start to fidget as she counted down. The cold water was getting to her again, but his little sounds were starting to get her more anxious every time she heard one. She was waiting to be touched. That was the way he had gotten her so close the last time, why would he do it any different this time? He watched her bite her lower lip as she passed thirty seconds. She was confused and wanted to know where he was desperately, but she would not open her eyes, because she would not want to lose by default. She still did not understand why he had not touched her. 

He stood behind her, barely a foot away, and he could smell her arousal. She was ready.

When she reached ten, she said it defiantly and each number thereafter came out the same way. 9-8-7-6-5-4... She was so tense; like a coiled spring ready to burst apart. 

With only a few seconds to go, she became distracted and thought she was going to make it. 3-2-...

Frank brought his right hand back and swung it forward, hitting her on her ass with a loud crashing sound.

Antonia was about to say 1 when the collision happened.

Flesh met flesh. Her mind had been concentrating elsewhere. The pain did not register, because the cold water had desensitized her flesh. Her pleasure centers vibrated as if they had been greatly over-stimulated. Antonia's clit bounced in its little boat; her cervex clenched, and the walls lining her pussy pulsed; looking for something to bear down on. She felt the same sensations she felt before. She needed to pee. She grabbed onto the closest wall. She spread her legs and pressed down on her stomach muscles, hoping to help the water along. Her mind was concentrating on the hundreds of things that were happening to parts of her body that had never worked the way they were working now. She felt every sensation focus itself on her vagina. She knew it could not be what she was thinking, she just needed to pee. She reached down with one hand to spread her lips to help her water flow. Her fingers accidentally brushed against her distended clit. It was the spark that set off the chain reaction of the systems she tried to control, however, she failed and exploded into orgasm. Her head went back, she screamed and she exploded, again, and again, and again. Her legs, and body abandoned her. She fell backwards and he was there to catch her, and lowered her gently into his lap. He turned off the water and covered her in a thick towel, as she continued to experience small aftershocks. He picked her up, carried her into their room, lowered her on to their bed and let her sleep.

He called Celeste and told her they were going to be fashionablylate arriving. Celeste asked him what he had done to her, and he told the truth. "I spanked her."

Celeste laughed, "You Neanderthal; did you save anything for me?"

"As much as you can handle, darling."

Celeste laughed, and hung up.

Twenty minutes later, Antonia opened her eyes, and found him staring at her. She close them and said, "You win."

"I did not want to win. I wanted you to be happy with your progress today. However, you forced me into aposition that made me show you, that you were not ready to take on the world. You have made progress, but you have a long way to go. Next time, listen to what I tell you, or I will put you over my knee and spank you, because I did enjoy the one in the shower."

"Was my ass cute?"

"On a scale of 1 to 10, it is a six. However, it has potential."

"You are so mean Frank."

"It is time for you to get dressed, so we can go to Celeste's. Do not even think of saying you are not coming, otherwise you will go headfirst into my duffel bag."

"Yes, master."

"I told you, that you were learning."

"Do not expect abject obedience, Frank. Whichever game you play, it is the best of seven in baseball, I believe it is the best of four to get to the Super Bowl. Tennis you have to play for two full weeks to get to the finals. One win does not make a king."

"Do you know how people get rid of cats, they do not want?"

"No, however, I am sure it is disgusting and you are going to tell me about it."

"They put large rocks into a canvas bag, put the cats in the same bag and tie off the end. They go down to the river, throw the bag as far out from the rivers edge as they can and watch the bag sink to the bottom. Their cat problem is solved."

"Frank that and you are disgusting."

"Antonia do you know what my duffel bag is made of?"

"Let me guess, Frank. Would it be 'canvas!'"

"Correct, little girl. So, if I wind up with a princess problem, that is too much to handle, I will make believe she is a cat, take her down to the river, put her in my duffel bag with fifty pounds of rocks, and see if she can swim."

"I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, and besides that Frank, I think you're the most detestable man I have ever met.

"I see I am moving up on your list of most eligible bachelors."

"Fuck you Frank."

"That is the second time you have asked me to bed you, however, my answer is still no."

"I have never asked you to enter my body, and you know it. It is a product of your warped mind to even think I would ask you."

"When I finally say yes to your entreaties, at least I know now, that you will be able orgasm."

"You are going to throw that in my face forever, aren't you Frank?"

"Close! However, I am not going to advertise this one in the newspapers."

"You are some piece of work Frank."

"My mother often told me, "When she and my father produced me, they broke the mold."

"One day I am going to speak to your mother, and ask her if my interpretation of that statement is the same as hers."

"The last time she said that to me, was when she put the last girls name in the fifteenth composition book, during my senior year. I understand there is one line left in that book. I could have my mother put your name on it now, or do you want me to wait, until I have done the deed."

"Frank, I will bet you all your medals, her definition is exactly the same as mine, and it is not complementary."

"So what, little girl? I am still here, and their names are indelibly written in my treasured black books."

"Do not make me repeat myself again, Frank. Even I am beginning to think I sound like a broken record."

"Have you been trying to get something through to me, and I am just not able to understand what it is Antonia?"

"Let me see if I can put this all in one sentence for you Frank. You are a hateful, detestable, boastful, mean, despicable, distasteful, arrogant person. Also, you are , a womanizer, with no concept of the meaning of care or love for any young woman. All sex is to you is a show of power and virility. You may as well be holding a weapon in your hand rather than your penis."

"That was in excellent speech. Get dressed before I take you up to Celeste's naked, in my duffel bag."

"Fuck you Frank. Cancel that. You will think I meant it, and say OK.

"I told you, that you learning. Slowly, but you are learning."

Antonia turned away from him and walked towards the closet to get her clothes. She said under her breath, "If I had a gun I would neuter him."

THE END

     CHAPTER THREE



Why I Hated The Guy From The FBI Ch. 04



Note: As I have said previously, this is a work of fiction, my warped sense of humor, and my imagination. All persons, places, and ethnic overtones are purely coincidental. If you are expecting rampant sex to jump off the pages at you, in this story, go to another story, now. This is a story not a lesson in lust or deviation from the norms of society. I hope you enjoy it. 

THE AUTHOR RESERVES ALL RIGHTS TO THE STORY.

12. THIGH High

Celeste should not have bothered dressing, because what she was wearing hid nothing. Frank smiled, as he looked through her sheer dressing gown. Antonia could not take her eyes off her. She was gorgeous with clothes on. She looked devastating with what she almost had on now. No one in their right mind, male or female, could walk by this woman, and not want her. Antonia's panties were wet, and finally, she understood why.

Celeste bypassed Frank, and went directly to Antonia. She hugged her fiercely, kissed her with an open mouth and a searching tongue.

Much to her own surprise, Antonia responded, without regret or embarrassment. She held on to Celeste like a long-lost lover, and returned her kiss passionately.

Frank looked at the two of them, slightly surprised by the action between them. He had a sly grin on his face and a flutter in his heart. He wondered if this was Antonia's reaction to what he had done to her downstairs, or if it was something that was deep-seated in her mind, from all the years she spent in the convent, surrounded by women. Time would tell, and the night was young.

When they finally separated, Celeste attacked Frank with the same ardor. If ever a woman enjoyed the delights of both sexes, Celeste was at the top of the list. She said, "Who should I eat first, or should I order food?"

Antonia replied, "I just got spanked. I could not possibly sit down."

"Frank, you are a bully, and a brute. How could you possibly harm this beautiful child?"

"I used my right hand, and it landed on her left cheek. It was an explosive combination."

"I did not ask you that; I asked you how you could possibly hurt her."

"It was very easy. She did not listen to me, and I had to teach her a lesson. She learned; not quickly, but she learned."

"I repeat Frank; you are bully, a brute, and a bastard, wrapped up in a gorgeous package. I think I will eat you up."

"Celeste, if you were to eat anything with that gown on you would ruin it. I would rather you take it off and let the games begin."

Celeste untied the single bow, from across her breasts, and dropped it to the floor. "I am ready, follow me." With that, she took Antonia by the hand and Frank watched as they skipped their way, happily, into the bedroom.

Frank did not know what to make of Antonia's behavior, and her change of heart. He was not going to say or do anything to stop her. It was her choice. She had never experienced an adventure like this. He entered the bedroom, and found her in the process of removing her clothing. Her dress was off, leaving her in one of the sets of lingerie she had purchased, while he was with her. He watched as she unsnapped her bra, and placed it on the chair and removed her panties, without any hesitation. 

He stood there, somewhat shocked and dismayed. Where did this confidence come from? Why the sudden change in attitude? She did not have it while they were in their room. Now she had his mind working overtime. He went through the rules, over, and over in his mind. She was working them perfectly, if she wanted to confuse him. It still did not compute, when it came to defeating her long-held sexual morals. He had to wait and see exactly how far she was willing to go with tonight's revelry. So far, she was way ahead of him on points, because she was naked. He was standing there fully clothe. 

He looked at her body, and it still was the body of a child, waiting to bloom into womanhood. Her breasts were still small, her hips narrow. Her legs were long for such a tiny girl, and her ass was to die for. He would never acknowledge it to her. He loved every inch of her. He would never tell her. He was her guardian, and she was off limits. Regardless of how he felt about her, there were rules of behavior, and he was not about to break them. He wished he had never stopped taking the pills that kept him from having an erection. He needed them more now than he ever had in the past. Maybe he could slip a sleeping pill to Antonia, but honestly, he did not want to do it. He wanted to see what she was going to do and how far she would actually go.

While he was thinking about this, the girls did not wait for him. Antonia whispered to Celeste, that this was her first time, with a woman. Then, she corrected herself, and told her the truth. She said this was her first time with anyone. Celeste would have to teach her, what she needed to know to please her.

Celeste told her not to worry. "Try to remember what I do to your body and then do it to mine. By the end of this evening, we will be friends, for life. Now kiss me!"

Antonia rolled on her right side, and kissed Celeste, softly, but with purpose.

Celeste took one of Antonia's breasts in her hand and started to play with it. Antonia followed her lead and softly molded her hand to Celeste's soft breast. There would be many firsts for her tonight, and soon another one would sneak up behind her, and scare her to death.

Frank took off his clothes climbed into bed, behind Antonia, and sandwiched her with Celeste. His hand went to her abdomen and slowly, patiently, rubbed circles around it, from her belly button to the top of her pubic hair. 

Antonia froze when she felt Frank climb in behind her, but realized this was inevitable, and she calmed down. Then, she realized something was between the cheeks of her ass, and eyes popped open wide. 

"Frank, please tell me that a toy between the cheeks, because if my mother's miracle has come to pass, I think I will kill you right now."

Frank laughed and said, "Turn over, grabbed it and find out for yourself."

"I do not want to know the answer to that question, because it will scare me to death."

"Do you remember what you said to me about closing the lid of my coffin and saying, 'Maybe Next Time!'?"

"This cannot be happening to me. Please tell me, that this is not true, Frank. Tell me that thing is still dead."

"What is the one thing that I told you I will not do, ever?"

"Oh God, did you have to grant my mother that miracle."

"Antonia, you have forgotten to add Vincent, Donna, my mother, and father to that list. All of those prayers have been answered."

"God, why did you desert me on this one thing I feared so much?"

Celeste yelled, "Frank, you are interrupting a very loving moment. Tell her, and get it over with, or I will kick you out of my suite."

"Antonia, the wishes, and prayers of your mother, my mother, and our families have worked. I have risen to the occasion. I am now fully functional, and will happily take your maidenhood, and get you pregnant, whenever you beg me three times."

Celeste said, "Why does she have to beg you to pop her cherry?"

"She is an arrogant, self-centered, and self-righteous, know it all. If she wants me to do her, the honor of popping her cherry, and impregnating her she will have to beg for it."

"Shit, Frank, I can pop her cherry now."

"That cherry belongs to me. If you dare touch it, I will cut off all ten of your fingers. It is part of a package deal, I have made with her. So you leave it alone."

"Antonia, do you want me or Frank to pop that cherry."

"She has no say in this matter. I am her guardian, and what I say goes."

"You are apain in the ass, Frank, and no fun at all. I can pop her cherry, with love and affection. All your dick will do is cause her immense pain and trauma."

"Yes, I know. However, I will not have half as much fun, if you pop her cherry, and you cannot get her pregnant. You see I have put certain stipulations on popping that little piece of flesh, and when I have accomplished it; if she has not grown up to my satisfaction, I will send her back to her father, to live under his thumb and under his rules, for the rest of her life."

"Frank, you are nasty son of the bitch."

"Do you see, Frank, I am not the only woman, who thinks so little of you."

"Let me think about this for one moment." He paused, and then continued, "I do not care a rat's ass what any woman thinks about the way I try to make them better persons."

"Is that what you think you are doing for Antonia?"

"If I was not doing that for her, there is no way on this earth she would be in bed with you now."

"Is that true, little one? Is that why you are here tonight? He gave you the courage to come up here, and try something that you would never have tried under any other circumstance?"

"Yes, Celeste, he is right. He forced me into the shower, and threatened me to get dressed to come up here. He made me explode into an orgasm, by smacking me. I never saw it coming. After that, I felt I should be able to try anything at least once. When I saw you at the door looking so ravishing, I knew I had to have you, because my panties got wet, instantly."

"Well, according to his own rules, I know he is not going to fuck you. Therefore, I am going to have you first. On your back woman, I am going to eat your cunt, until you explode into an incredible orgasm. It will be better than the one you were forced to have by him. At will be done lovingly, and not forced upon you by pain."

"What am I supposed to do while you two are engaged in Sapphic delights?"

Nearly in unison, both women said, "You can go fuck yourself, Frank!"

"No! However, that is one request from Celeste, and two from you, Antonia, that I have had to turn down. One more request from Antonia and I will pop her cherry, and get her pregnant. Two more from you, Celeste, and I will fuck you silly."

"Do you see how he twists everything to his own satisfaction, Celeste? Let's forget he is here and make love."

"I think that is a marvelous idea. Frank sit in a chair, and leave us alone."

Frank left the bed, and headed towards the nearest chair. He positioned himself so he could take pictures, with his cell phone. This pleasure, he would not deny himself. 

Celeste rolled on top of Antonia and kissed her from her forehead to her chin, and everywhere in between. She paid special attention to her jaw and down the muscles at the side of her neck. She continued to her breasts and the distended nipples that begged to be suckled. Downward, she went to the fullness of her belly and to the top of her pubic hair. It was so thick, and wild, she was barely able to penetrate it to touch the top of her mons. It appeared, to Celeste, that it was never trimmed or shaped. She decided it had to be removed, NOW.

Much to Antonia's surprise, Celeste stopped what she was doing, grabbed her by the hands, dragged her off the bed, towards the bathroom, and into the shower.

Antonia objected, saying she had just had a shower. Celeste comforted her, saying, "You have one area of your body that has never been taken care of properly my sweet. I am going to groom it now; so that I can make you feel every lick and kiss I give you, one hundred percent more than I can do now. I need you to relax and trust me. I will not hurt you. Can you trust me with your most private areas?"

Antonia looked at Celeste's pleading eyes, and said, "Yes."

Celeste turned on the shower to a moderately warm temperature, with which they were both comfortable. She had Antonia sit down on the seat in the oval bathtub and began the procedure. She started her wet/dry electric razor, and began removing the hair from the top of Antonia's fur line. Slowly, but surely, the razor cleared the area. As she reached the top of the labial lips, she told Toni to spread her legs as wide as she could, and proceeded to remove as much hair as she could. Much to Antonia's surprise, Celeste told her to scoot down, and spread her ass cheeks apart, as she proceeded to trim off the hairs in between the globes of her ass, as far back as her tailbone. 

The vibrations of the razor made Antonia very wet, and Celeste took notice of it. She turned off the razor and placed it on the shelf. She turned her attention to the wetness that was flowing down, from Antonia's cunt to her asshole. Celeste's tongue delved into Antonia's sphincter causing her to Antonia moan loudly. Then, ever so slowly, Celeste moved her tongue upward, gathering the liquid, and swallowing it, quickly. She pushed her tongue into Toni's smoldering furnace. It was hot and filled with her succulent essence. She sucked every ounce of fluid out from it. 

Antonia was writhing, and on the brink of her orgasm, when Celeste thrust a finger into her ass. Antonia's mind registered an overload, which drove her over the edge and into delirium. She screamed as her orgasm exploded. Her thoughts faded, her eyes closed, and she slept peacefully. 

Celeste was invigorated by her success with her lovely young partner. She took her woman's razor and creamy lotion, placed it all over the vaginal areas that had stubble. She proceeded to shave them clear of any trace of hair. By the time she was through, Antonia's pussy, and ass were as clean and pink, as a newborn baby's bottom. 

Antonia woke up from her little nap, and smiled at Celeste. She gave her a warm wet kiss, and thanked her. She said it was now her turn to receive lingual pleasures.

Celeste demurred, saying that they had left Frank alone, for too long. It was unfair to him not to be involved in some sexual play. They would be together, either later in the evening, or on another day. 

They dried themselves and walked into the bedroom, to see Frank watching a football (soccer) game, completely naked, and stroking his enormous prick. Celeste licked her lips at the sight of it. 

However, Antonia was afraid of what she was looking at. She feared the thought of it entering her tiny body. What would it feel like, to have something that large entering her vaginal canal. Babies came out of there, and they were larger, but her body would have nine months to prepare for that eventuality. That thing would penetrate her in a matter of moments, and regardless of how well lubricated she might be, it had to hurt like hell. 

"Wait one minute. How had those thoughts even entered her mind? Where had they come from? She did not intend to allow Frank Gennaro between her thighs, especially now that she had seen the size of his erect penis. That thing would kill her. It would rip her insides apart. He would ruin any chance of her ever conceiving a child normally. She would rather die than to allow that monster inside her, and destroying her. His penis, prick, cock, or prong, as he had told her to call it, could only be used on a woman of much larger size and capacity. Neither Celeste, nor she would be able to fit that thing in their tiny openings. She knew Tuesday was coming, and she had better get used to saying the words he wanted her to say, without being embarrassed. He wanted her to be able to talk openly and learn, about sexual matters. If he were unhappy with her progress, he would probably hit her again, and enjoy it immensely. The thought of that penis being alive and well was more than she could bare at the moment.

Celeste let her hand go and hopped on the bed. She crawled over to Frank, and asked if he would like some company.

Harshly, he said, "Yes, and you can begin by sucking my cock." He did this, without making eye contact with her. 

Celeste started licking the sides of the crown of his distended prick and said to him, "Do you like Toni's new haircut?"

Frank growled at Antonia and told her to walk over where he could see her, and spread her legs.

She was about to say something, but thought better of it. She stood up and did as she was told.

"Did you get my permission to do that to her, Celeste?"

"I did not need your permission to clear-cut that forest. It was her hair."

"Yes, however it was my forest. You needed my permission to cut it. You need to be punished, my dear. Stop what you are doing and stand up."

Celeste looked at him and said, "You are kidding me, right?"

"Ask her if I am kidding."

Celeste looked at Antonia, who just indicated that he was not joking.

Celeste looked at Frank one more time and decided to get up.

"Lean over that chair, grab the arms, and do not let go until I say it is okay. Do you understand me, Celeste?"

"Yes, I understand."

"Antonia get over here, now"

She was by his side in an instant.

"You will smack her behind, until I tell you to stop. Do you understand?"

"Frank, there is no way in hell that I am going to hit another human being. You can torture me, you can cut me, or you can shoot me. However I will not hit or hurt another human being."

"You will hit her, or she will be hitting you, for the rest of the night."

"Then I choose to be hit. I will not hurt another human being, ever."

"Celeste, stand up. Antonia you will assume Celeste's position."

Celeste stood up and looked at Antonia with sad eyes. "Do not do this, Toni. He will make an example out of both of us."

Antonia kissed her, and told her to do whatever he asked. Antonia grabbed the arms of the chair and then moved forward as far as she could.

"Celeste you will smack Antonia's ass, until I tell you to stop."

"Go fuck yourself, Frank."

"Antonia sit in the chair for a moment, we will be back to you, shortly."

Frank picked up Celeste and threw her over his shoulder. She screamed, as he threw her on the bed. He ran his distended cock over her swollen vaginal lips, for several minutes, until her eyes turned to smoke. He asked her, "Are you getting a little horny, Celeste?"

"Come on Frank, fuck me."

"Absolutely not, you have to beg me one more time."

"I am not a virgin Frank. Why do I have to beg you to get fucked?"

"Simply, because I will not fuck you, until you beg me one more time."

"You are real prick, Frank."

"Yes, and mine is the only real one in the room." He increased the speed of his rubbing up and down the length of her slit, while he tortured her clit. He watched, as her head slammed back and forth, as the tension in her body rose. When it looked like she was getting ready to cum, he stopped."

Celeste screamed, "You fucking bastard. I was right there. Another few seconds and I would have cum."

Frank smiled down at her. "Now, tell me, why would I have wanted you to cum?"

"Okay, Frank, I give up. Please fuck me. I am begging you to fuck me."

"That did not sound very sincere. Do it again, with a little more feeling."

"Frank, dear man, from the heart of my hearts, please do me the honor and privilege of fucking me to death."

"Okay, if you are sure that is what you want me to do, I will accede to your wishes." 

"Shut the hell up and fuck me."

He arranged her on the bed and unceremoniously threw her legs over his shoulders. His dick was well lubricated, from all of the stroking he had done between her labial lips. When he placed the head, of his dick, at the entrance to her sheath and slid forward slowly, the crown popped through easily. 

Antonia did not believe her eyes. The enormous head of Frank's cock entered Celeste's vagina, without any difficulty. She did not believe that was possible.

Celeste moaned as it penetrated the first few inches of her pussy. She knew this was the narrowest part of the weapon that he was going to be thrust into her body. Her eyes crossed and closed as she felt more press into her. He stretched her wider than any man, vegetable, or toy she had ever pushed inside of herself. It hurt, but the hurt tingled, also. She opened her eyes to see him smiling at her. She felt him slide further into her, and the pressure became unbearable. She grunted loudly. She looked down between them to see how much progress had been made. He was only half way into her, and the thickest part of his prick was still to come. She thought to herself, "I cannot do this; I cannot possibly take the whole thing." 




Why I Hated The Guy From The FBI Ch. 04



As if reading her mind, Frank took both her nipples into his hands, played with them. She started to moan from the pleasure of this added stimulation, and when she was totally distracted, he crushed both nipples between his fingers, causing her to scream in pain. 

Celeste's reaction to the pain was to arch her hips up, and try to pull her chest away from his hands. As she did, Frank thrust his hips down, hard, and embedded himself as deeply as possible inside her.

Celeste started to scream at him for pinching her breasts. 

He smiled at her and told her to look down. When she did, she could not believe what her eyes beheld. They were fully joined, pubic bone to pubic bone. She was not split in two, and she was not bleeding profusely. She saw his massive member was completely ensconced inside her and she was delighted. She could not believe what she saw, and she smiled. The hardest part was over. 

Now would come the test to see if she could actually enjoy having that thing inside her and finding out if it could make her cum, and if she could do the same for him. She started moving her hips and he joined her as they moved slowly trying to find their rhythm. It took over ten minutes before she became lubricated enough for him to move completely in and out of her, without a problem. When that problem was solved, the sex between them became unbridled, uninhibited, and fantastic.

They never noticed Antonia get out of the chair. She walked over to where her clothes were, and proceeded to dress. She watched with great interest, as the two participants fucked themselves into oblivion. She could not believe that Celeste was able to take Frank's entire weapon into her. Apparently, she loved what it was doing to her, and Frank was enjoying what she was doing for him. She watched closely as Frank withdrew his weapon to the very tip, and then slammed it all the way back in. She thought it had to hurt like hell. 

However, Celeste's answer was to moan in delight and to scream 'harder.' She also thrust her hips up, as Frank pressed his body down into her. The looks on their faces told Antonia that they were enjoying each other to the fullest, and each of them was trying to satisfy the other's needs.

Antonia did not understand the dynamics of this situation. She would have to speak with Celeste later; much later, about the information she needed to understand what she was seeing. She walked around the bed so she could view it from every angle. She watched as Celeste played with his balls, and Frank mauled her tits, all the while pounding into her, with punishing strokes, second after second, like a well-oiled machine. 

She could have dropped a bomb in this room, and neither of them would have noticed. She picked up her bag, walked out of the suite. She went down to the hotel lobby to see what was going on. Frank would not know she was missing for quite a while. The shops were closed, because of the hour, but it did not deter her from looking. As she stood by one of the clothing shops, someone pinched her bottom and she cried out, "ouch!" She looked around to see who had done it and saw a handsome young man, smiling, as he walked away. She blushed and turned her face back towards the window. This happened several more times, as she was standing still, so she decided that walking or sitting were the best defense against these attacks. She went into a little shop in the rotunda of the hotel and purchased a Cappuccino and biscotti. She sat down by the window and ingested both slowly.

Celeste rolled Frank over and was now on top in the reverse cowgirl position. She was pounding herself as hard as she could, down on his huge piece of meat waiting for it to explode. This would be her third time and she was beginning to get raw inside. She grabbed his balls and played with them. She leaned forward and her other hand played with his asshole. Frank arched his hips upward, as he approached his end. He grabbed her hips, holding her down on him, and screamed, a lusty roar, as he shot massive ropes semen into her welcoming vagina.

Celeste exploded as she felt him deposit his seed inside her. She was exhausted, and fell back onto his chest. He grabbed her waist, rolled onto his side, and held her ass to his groin. They were asleep in seconds.

With his dick raging against Celeste's ass, his mind drifted to a little waif of the girl he was supposed to be guarding. His head popped up from the pillow, and he yelled, "Antonia." 

There was no response. He jumped out of the bed and rushed into the living area, with his dick pointing the way. She was not there. He ran back into the bedroom, looked for her clothing, and they were not there either. He screamed, "I am going to kill you."

Celeste was awake. "Frank, what is wrong?"

"Antonio is gone. I told her to sit in that chair, until we were done."

"Whether you realize it or not, she has free will. She does not have to listen to brutes and lunatics all the time. She does not listen to her parents all the time, either. When are you going to tell her you are in love with her Frank? That you are trying to keep her away from everyone else so you can have her."

"You are out of your fucking mind. She is a baby, and I am just trying to help her grow up, before she steps foot on a college campus."

"You are so in love with her, you are blind as a bat. You cannot see the way you look at her, however everyone else can. Do you see the way you take care of her and her needs? The only thing you do not do, is cut up her food, and feed it to her. You are going to the same college. You are going to be on the campus, Frank. If a guy comes within ten feet of her, you will probably kill him."

"My job is to protect her. I am her chaperone and her guard. There are people, in Milan, that do not like her father. I have to be on guard, whenever anyone approaches her."

"Is part of your job fucking her, and sending her back to her father?"

"No."

"Then stop lying to yourself, Frank. You want that little bird for yourself. Nothing and no one is going to stand in your way, either. The only person that can screw that up is you. If you do not change your attitude towards her, she will leave you, because she thinks you do not respect her, you idiot." 

"I have to find her before she does something foolish, and gets herself in trouble. I will call you later and let you know how things are. You are one fantastic fuck. I have never had anyone better."

"Neither have I, Frank. I thought that thing was going to split me open, but I thoroughly enjoyed it. Tell her you love her, Frank, or I will."

"If you open your mouth about that, I will stick my dick down your throat, and destroy your vocal cords."

"I would like you to do that someday, Frank. However, I am glad you did not deny that you love her. Maybe you are the one that is growing up."

"You had better not say that to anyone else, Celeste. Your ass is, also, a very enticing target."

"Oh, Frank, I love it up the ass. Please hurry back, I cannot wait to try it."

"What am I going to do with you, Celeste? You are as sexually uninhibited, as any woman I have ever met."

"You can fuck me as often and as many times you want, until you marry that little pixie. After that, you are off-limits to everyone but her."

"Celeste, you are incorrigible, and a hopeless romantic."

"I have more money than God, Frank. If I find out that you are fooling around on her, after you get married, I will have you neutered."

"When I get married to her, I will become a one woman man, for the rest of my life."

"You see, Frank, you admitted it. Now what are you going to do about it." 

"Celeste, you are very dangerous woman. I am going to have to keep her far away from you."

"If you like the way that thing is hanging now, you had better be, or you will be the one that suffers the consequences, Frank. I like her a lot. I do not want to see her hurt, and I want an invitation to the wedding."

"Do not start talking about things like that, Celeste. One of us will not wake up in the morning, and I am bigger than you are."

"You are 'big' Frank, but that thing still fit inside me."

"Celeste, go take a cold shower, before you steam up the room. I will call you later."

13. Hide and Seek 

The most logical place to start was their hotel room. He was not even sure if she had her key card, but she had enough identification on her to get one. He searched the room. Thankfully, her clothes were there, but she was not. He was not in panic mode yet, but he would get there, quickly, if he did not find her in the hotel. It was nearly 11 o'clock in the evening. The hotel was very busy. Tourists were returning from night tours, operas were letting out their patrons, and conventions were wrapping up their evening events. Everything was working against him finding one, 5' 1" little girl. If she left the hotel, she was gone. He would not be able to find her. He would have to hope, that she would return to her senses, and come back to their room. He could search all night and never find her in this crowd.

"Hey, mister, would you like an ice cream?"

He was so relieved to hear her voice he dropped his head and said, "If I can put cyanide tablet in yours I will take one." He turned around and looked at her, as she smiled, and handed him a Gelato.

"I thought those only worked on sentient beings?"

"I am hoping they make an exception, in your case." 

"I did not leave the hotel, Frank. You two were having so much fun, I went into the room, and watched for a while. I got dressed, and came down here. I looked around, until I got hungry. I decided on ice cream, because I thought we would have dinner together. When I saw you looking for me, I bought two ice creams, instead. I thought that was very smart of me."

"If you are you still hungry, I am going to kill you on an empty stomach."

"You were getting laid. I got bored. You are lucky I did not disappear into the crowd forever. Now give me a break, or next time you will not be so lucky."

"Princess, there had better be no next time, or I will break both your legs."

"I will use a wheelchair. You would be surprised how chivalrous Italian men are. I had my ass pinched ten times, while I was down here. It may be black and blue tomorrow, but I found it very exciting. "

"Is that an invitation for me to check your ass?"

"Why would you bother? You only rated it as a six, with possibilities. Other men must have found it more enticing."

"We are going to have a long talk one day. I have to wait, until my parents are settled here, because it concerns them, also. You must mention to no one, that my sexual problems have vanished. Your father may want to change my assignment, if he hears of it. However, if you want that to happen, you may tell him, at any time."

"You know I do not want that to happen, Frank. There are things I need to learn, and you are the only person, who is willing to teach me."

"All right, but you have to beg me one more time, before I will even consider it."

Antonia started to say, "Fuck..." but she slapped a hand over her mouth, so she could not finish that sentence.

Frank grinned broadly at her and said, "I told you, that you were learning. You may not be the brightest bulb in the package, but you are learning."

That was it. He had done that for the very last time. He had insulted her intelligence, again, and she was livid. "Frank, go into the corner and fornicate by yourself."

"Very good princess! You have stated the outcome, without including any participation by yourself. However, because you have insulted me, you have earned yourself a spanking."

"Frank, do you see the Carbiniere standing over there?"

"Yes, I do. What of it?"

"All I would have to do is go over to him, and tell him that you are molesting me, instead of protecting me, as my father had directed you to do, and you would be in an Italian jail, as quickly as I could say, 'Fuck you.'"

"There you go again, little girl. However, I will let that one slide because you were trying to make a point."

"Frank, you have as much chance of getting between my thighs, as General Custer had at the Little Bighorn. Just in case you did not know this little bit of history, after he died, the Indian women used their sewing awls, to clean out his ears. They wanted to make sure he heard every word they said, during negotiations, the next time. So let me repeat one more time, Frank, you are not getting between my thighs, ever."

"Those are big words coming from a little girl."

"You are talking to a very smart woman, Mister Gennaro."

They walked out of the hotel and walked for a few blocks until Frank turned into what could only be described as an alley. They reached the front of what looked like a 'hole in the wall' restaurant, and Frank turned into it. The inside was exactly what Antonia was looking for. It was a family-style restaurant, with no pretense, about who was there, or what they served. They sat down at a table close to the kitchen, because they were the only people in the restaurant. When their server came out, and showed them the menu, Antonia said to her, "We know it is very late, and we do not want to put you to any trouble. Why don't you give us, whatever you have that is remaining, from your evening meal, and we will be very satisfied."

The server thanked her and went into the kitchen.

Frank looked at her and said, "What if I do not like what they have left."

"Did you see the McDonald's sign on the main street? It is probably open 24/7. You can get your Big Mac and fries there."

"I am rubbing off on you. I think I like it."

"I think I need abath."

"I volunteer to wash your front, if you wash my back."

"Frank, please, do not make me throw up."

"It is so much fun watching you turn red with anger, and frustration, when I do that to you. You must learn to control it and not respond to it."

Antonia stared at him over the dinner table and said, "I knew that you were a detestable, nasty, pain in the ass Frank, however, you also have one of the most devious minds, I have ever come across."

"Baby listen to me, all you have ever done is read about people. You have never had to deal with them. I have had to deal with people who would have killed me just as easily as talk to me. Being devious was their way of life. I had to learn it to survive in those situations. I almost did not make it. When you meet people on their turf, they have the high ground. You have to play their game. The better you play, the better your chances of survival."

"Frank, I am sorry to say I missed everything, after your first word, and I am going to need you to repeat that little sermon. My hearing is excellent, so please do not call me a liar. You called me, 'Baby!'"

"Shit! I am going to kill that woman. She put that thought into my head and it popped out of my mouth. I have never made a mistake like that, in my adult life. That means I have to kill two women instead of one."

"Frank, what is going on, and who is that woman?"

"Celeste. She told me, if I did not tell you something, I was going to lose you, because you would think I did not respect you. I am going to kill that woman, when we get back to the hotel."

"Frank, if you do not mind, could we take first things first, like the rules say?"

"Alright, it is your turn to make fun of me."

"What is it Frank. What did she tell you to tell me?"

"Antonia Caruso, I am in love with you. I know you do not believe me, because of the way I have acted toward you, but I do."

"Bullshit! You are just saying that to pull my chain."

"As I said, it is your turn to make fun of me, but it is true, I do love you."

"And when did this love start?"

"I have loved you since the first moment I saw you. I have annoyed you and picked on you, since that day because I did not want you to get close to me."

"You are as dumb as my brother Vincent, and probably all men all over the world."

"How did I fall into that category?"

"You could not have picked a worse way to try to get rid of me. The harder you push me away, the closer I forced myself to you. I knew I had an attachment to you, because every time I was away from you, a piece of me was missing. I love you to Frank, the question now is, what can we do about it?"

"I am going to get you pregnant, and send you back to your father, to live under his thumb, for the rest of your life. It is the easiest solution."

"I am going to cut your balls off, so you cannot use that thing on anyone else."

"You cannot do that, because Celeste has first dibs. She said if I cheat on you, she would cut them off. You would have to stand in line to see if she missed anything."

"I am getting to like Celeste more and more."

"She said the same thing about you."

Dinner came out moments later. It was a feast for the eyes and the pallet. The antipasto had prosciutto, with melon, Italian salami, red roasted peppers, olives, and four kinds of cheese. There was fresh-baked bread, butter, olive oil, Ricotta cheese, fresh mozzarella, pancetta, and three bottle of wine. Before leaving, the server reminded us to leave room for the main course. 

Antonia and I looked at her, as if she was from another planet. No one could eat all that she put in front of us in one sitting, and expect us to eat afull course dinner. We were very pleasantly surprised, when the entire kitchen staff, including our server, sat down and joined us for dinner. This made much more sense to us. This was aFamily-style restaurant, and they were treating us like family. 

Apparently, the walls were very thin, because the woman who sat next to Antonia asked her when we were getting married.

Antonia looked at her and told her we were just friends.

The woman said, "No, No, No. You just told each other you were in love. What better city to get married in than Rome. Every four streets there is a church. You are both Italian, I can tell. You may be Americans, but we can forgive you for that indiscretion. However, you can get married here. You can love, work, raise your children, and live a good, long life, "HERE'."

Everyone at the table yelled, "Bona Fortuna," as if it was a done deal.

"Mangiare," she said, as if she were the leader of the group. 

We talked, and ate and talked some more, until after two o'clock in the morning. We discussed everything from the problems with the Euro, corruption in Italian politics, the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan and of course, their favorite topic, was planning our wedding. By the end of the evening, they had it all arranged, except the airline tickets for our parents. It was amazing how organized these people were. What they did in a period of ninety minutes, would have taken months to do in the States.

They both wished this plan was possible, but it was not. Things were too complicated and could not move that fast.

As we got up to pay the bill for this wonderful meal and thegreat companionship, we found out, the woman who sat next to Antonia was the owner of the restaurant. She would not accept our money, and we thank her profusely, for the wonderful evening. We told her we would be back, and not for another free meal.

They walked back to the hotel, with Antonia hanging on to Franks arm, not knowing what the future would bring us. There were things he had to tell her but he could not do it, until he had his parents nearby. He had two more days before They went to Milan, and there we would have to meet up with Tony Caruso's business associates, and prepare for school. His mind was in a thousand places, and none of them was north of the equator. Safety was his main concern, and his own was second on the list.

Antonia looked up at him, smiled and said, "Baby, huh!"

He looked up and said, "I am going to kill that woman."

"From where I was standing, it looked like you were trying to fuck her to death."




Why I Hated The Guy From The FBI Ch. 04



"Celeste is the closest thing to anymphomaniac that I have ever come across. There was nothing that she would not try or enjoy, trying, when it comes to sex. She is some piece of ass."

"Is that the way you look at her, as a piece of ass?"

"No, Antonia, she is awonderful woman, and I happen to like her very much. Just because I am going to kill her, does not change my opinion of her."

"Let's go up to her room and wake her up. I will get her from one side and you can get her from the other. However, this will be the last time you can touch her. After this, everyone else is off-limits but me."

"So this is my last hurrah?"

"If you want me in your life, it is."

"You are making this a very tough choice. 'All the women in the world, or you.' You must think very highly of yourself."

"My opinion of me does not matter in this instant. It is your opinion of me that matters. If you want me, it is your choice. If you do not want me, it is also your choice. All you have to do is make up your mind tonight."

"I should never have taught you those rules. You play them too well."

"Get in the elevator and shut up."

"Yes dear."

They got off at the penthouse floor, went to Celeste's door, and rang the bell several times. When she did not answer, they rang it several more times. Finally, a very sleepy Celeste opened the door and said, "I see you found her."

"Yes, I did. However, now I have to kill you."

Celeste tried to close the door, but Frank had his shoe wedged in it. He forced it open and realized he had knocked Celeste onto the floor.

Antonia smiled at her and asked, "Do you want to sleep there, or do you want to join us in your bed?"

Celeste eyes popped open when she heard Antonia say, "...join us in your bed." She looked at Antonia and said, "Really?"

Antonia kissed her deeply. "This is his last hurrah. He told me he loved me, and has threatened to kill you because of it. However, since you are the one who has brought me such happiness, I thought it was only right to give you the final ride of your life on his monster, while I play with you on anything else that is available to me."

Celeste kissed her, "Oh, thank you. If I can keep him alive long enough, he promised to fill the two holes he has yet to fill. It would be a wonderful end to his illustrious career as a swordsman."

They held hands as they walked into the bedroom. Frank was standing behind them shaking his head in disbelief. What had happened to the shy little girl that was in his room last night? The little girl he had to threaten to get her to come up here. Now, here she was leading the band. If this could happen so quickly, 'Someday the Sun will rise in the West, the Earth will spin from North to South, and the Chicago Cubs will win the World Series.'

Frank had never seen two women get undressed as quickly as these two. By the time he had untied both shoes and taken them off, they were in bed and entangled in each other's arms. He could not tell where one started and the other one ended. Celeste tried to be the aggressor again, but Antonia would have none of it. She may have been a one hundred pound weakling, but apparently, when she wanted something and wanted it badly enough, she got her way. At this moment, she had a mouthful of Celeste's left breast, and herleft-hand was busily playing inside Celeste's vagina.

Celeste helped her by showing Antonia how to place her thumb on her clit at the same time, thereby doubling her pleasure.

Frank arrived with a bottle of anal lube and a condom in his hand. He moved Celeste onto her side, allowing Antonia to continue her ministrations while he prepared Celeste's anus for his invasion. He inserted one fully coated finger into her rectum and she moaned as he moved it around inside. He withdrew that finger and coated two fingers liberally and slowly inserted them into her rectum and repeated the movements. Again, Celeste moaned as her asshole distended under the pressure of his fingers. Frank removed the two fingers, and coated three fingers liberally. Very slowly, he inserted them into Celeste's bottom. He knew this would hurt, but his dick was still much larger and this would be the easiest way to prepare her for his entry.

As she felt the fingers invade her, Celeste took a very deep breath, closed her eyes, and wondered if she had bitten off more than she could swallow.

Frank motioned to Antonia to turn her body around. Antonio looked at him because she did not understand. He physically lifted her up, and put her head by Celeste's hips. He opened her legs so Celeste could get to Antonia's pussy. 

Celeste drove her tongue in and started sucking fluids from Antonia's body as if she was dying of thirst.

Antonia moaned as her clit was attacked. She lifted Celeste's leg and had her first taste of a woman's fluids. She saw the tiny nub at the top of Celeste's pussy took it between her lips and bit it softly. Celeste screamed in joy and fluids poured out of her weeping hole. Antonia continued playing with the little nub for a few more moments before moving lower and licking and probing the sheath, where all life exits the womb of the woman. She loves the aroma. She loved the fluids. She loved Celeste for teaching her the powers of a woman's body. She wondered if being monogamous was a very good idea. She did not want to be with any other man but Frank; however, if Celeste were around, she would love to have another opportunity to be with her. Frank had fifteen composition books filled with female names, and this was her first experience. Should she really limit herself to this single experience? She would discuss this, with both of them, before they left this room in the morning.

Frank whispered into Celeste ear, "Are you sure you want me to do this?"

Celeste removed her head from Antonia's pussy and replied, "Do it quickly, before I change my mind."

He positioned the head of his penis at the entrance to her ass and popped the head in, with one click thrust.

Celeste nearly buried her head inside Antonia's vagina, and screamed.

The vibrations from her scream caused Antonia to throw her head back, tighten the muscles of her lower stomach, and flood Celeste's mouth with her honey, as she shook from an unexpected orgasm.

Frank did not understand what happened between the two women as he slowly and patiently continued pushing his prick deeper into Celeste's rectum. He continued to lubricate the exterior of the condom with more of the anal lube, in an attempt to make his penetration as easy as possible. He knew Celeste was not an anal virgin, and as he went along and she did not scream out in pain. As he reached the largest part of his prick, he started fucking her rapidly with the first four inches of his cock. He kept drizzling the lube onto the condom, and when she responded by pushing back against him and her anus relaxed sufficiently, he powered the remaining four inches into her, until his belly met her ass cheeks. He did not stop fucking her, she did not stop eating Antonia, and Antonia did not stop eating Celeste. As a 'Menage a trios' goes, this was as good as it ever got.

Celeste was in heaven. She had done it. Frank was ensconced in her ass, and if he had gotten in her, she could try a fire hydrant next if she was horny enough. The meal in front of her could not have been sweeter. She wanted to pop that cherry with all her heart. Her tongue had played with that piece of flesh, time after time and all it would take was aquick push, with one of her fingers, and it would be a thing of the past. She knew Frank would kill her if she did that, and she did not wish to provoke him, because of where he was now.

Antonia was doing a fabulous job with Celeste's pussy. She was playing with her clit, as she had shown her, and her tongue was working overtime in her tunnel. She was sure Antonia's face had her juices all over it, because she was leaking like a faucet. Antonia had come twice. Once accidentally, when Celeste screamed into her cunt and the other when she had her so riled up, she bit her clit and shoved her finger up her rectum. She had a feeling that this young girl was going to be very anal when it came to sex, and Frank was going to have his hands full with her. She may not be as hypersexual as she was, but she was going to be dynamite in the sack.

Frank started to lose control of his movements as his balls tightened and his prostate started sending messages to his brain. He did not want it to end so quickly, but her ass was tight, and he was on the verge of exploding. He grabbed Celeste around her lower waste and pulled her hips as close to him as he could. He was going to give Antonia the surprise of her young life. He was not sure how she was going to take it. He raised Celeste's right leg as high as he could and told her to grab it. Seconds before he was going to come, he pulled out of Celeste's ass, whipped off the condom pointed his prick at Celeste's pussy and Antonia' face and tongue. Then he spurted his seed all over them.

Frank laughed as he saw Antonia pick up her face with his jism all over it. He expected her to scream at him, until she was blue in the face. He did not realize Antonia had taken one of his lessons to heart. Instead of doing what he had expected her to do; she reached out her hand, grabbed his prick, stroked it twice, and then smiled as she bit the bulbous head. 

Frank screamed as if he had been hit by a hot poker. Celeste and Antonia were laughing hysterically.

While Frank was holding his injured dick, theladies ran for the safety of the bathroom and locked the door. They ran a bath and luxuriated in it. They hoped by the time they finished their bath, Frank would have calmed down. 

Frank realized the joke he had wanted to play on Antonia, had backfired radically. He would have to live with that and either apologize to them or face the wrath of both women. The choice would be his, and either way, he would lose face.

When they exited the bath wrapped in luxurious towels, Frank was still lying on the bed. His mood was somber and when both women walked out of the bedroom and into the living area, without saying a word to him, it only grew worse. He took a quick shower and put on a robe. He joined the women and they did not talk to him. He asked, "What is the problem?"

Two pair of eyes looked at him and made him want to run for cover. "What did I do that was so terrible? It was supposed to be ajoke."

They still did not talk to him.

Celeste and Antonia looked at each other, stood up, walked into the bedroom, closed the door, and locked it.

Frank thought, "There is a possibility that I fucked up big time." He went to the bedroom door and knocked on it. 

There was no answer. 

He knocked again and asked if he could come in.

There was no answer.

He knocked one more time and said, "May I please, come in?"

There was no answer, but there was aclick on the door lock.

He opened the door, and found both women sitting at the edge of the bed. Their eyes were stone cold. Their backs were rigid, and their jaws were tight. If they were drill instructors, he would be standing at attention. They still did not talk to him and from the looks of it; they had no intention to do so. Then he asked the wrong question, 

"Why did you bite me?"

Celeste got up, walked over to him, and slapped him across the face as hard as she could. She walked over to the bedroom door, pointed towards the living room, indicating she wanted him out of the bedroom. 

Finally, Frank put his hands up in surrender. He asked Celeste to sit down, so he could talk to both of them at one time. "Sometimes, in the heat of battle you make a mistake and you pay for it dearly. Tonight, I made one of those mistakes and now I am paying for it. I meant no harm. I thought it would be funny to see how mad Antonia would get at me. I love to see how red her face gets when she gets angry with me. I love when we debate and she is getting very good at it. I am sorry for my behavior. It was totally inappropriate and if there is anything I can do to make up for it, I will do it."

Celeste said, "Anything?"

"Yes."

"Take off your robe, grabbed the arms of the chair and bend over Frank. Do not move until we tell you to move."

"You bitches have been waiting for a chance to get back at me."

"Fair is fair Frank. You fucked up, now you have to pay the piper."

Celeste asked, "Are you going to go first Antonia or am I."

"I am Celeste."

Frank said, "I thought you said you would never hurt another human being?"

"Who said you were human Frank?"

"I told you I was rubbing off on you. Go ahead; hit me as hard as you can, with your one hundred and five pounds."

All of a sudden, Frank yelled, "Ouch! What the hell was that?"

"That was your belt Frank. I got the idea from the story you told me about your father. I thought if it worked once, it would work again."

"You do realize I am going to get you for this. Ouch!"

"I do not think so Frank, because I have talked with Celeste and have made a decision. I am going to turn you loose, instead of keeping you tied to me sexually. I think I may be a lesbian. I enjoy sex with Celeste very much. I want nothing to do with men. You are free to come and go as you want. You may enjoy any woman you want, as you admitted you wanted to do. I love you in my own way, but I do not think I can ever love you sexually."

Frank's jaw dropped. He let go of the arms of the chair and turned around. "What are you talking about? You have not even started to open your eyes about sex. Tonight was your first experience with it. At least give yourself the opportunity to find out what the other side is like. If you do not want me, fine. Find someone that is more compatible, but do not judge a few hours of pleasure with one woman and base your whole life on it."

Celeste winked at Antonia and knew that their little ploy was working wonders on Frank's mind. If he were attentive before, he would be tied to her hip now.

"Frank, it will be a waste of time, but I will give it a few months and see if my feelings change. Celeste promised to stop by Milan before school starts and we will see how I feel at that point. Until then you are free to do as you want."

Frank could not believe his ears. One moment she had cut him off from all sexual activity, with any other woman, and the next she turns him free to screw anything in sight. "Women" he thought, "you cannot live without them and you cannot kill them all either." This one hundred pound weakling had gotten into his brain and turned it into mush. What was going to happen to it over the course of the next few months? Would he be able to walk and chew gum at the same time? He was not sure. He had to get it together to do is primary job: Protect her, with his life if necessary. Everything else was secondary. Even though he was no longer an agent of the FBI, he was expected keep up surveillance and report anything he saw that involved 'The Family' every time he went for a checkup. Sooner, if he thought it was of high value. Now he was not sure if he could do that either. What was happening to him? One moment he knew exactly where in life he was and where he was going. Now, he was in a tailspin and his hopes of recovery were bleak. He needed to get away from her, but he could not because he was responsible for her safety. He needed to discipline his mind again and get it back in regimented order. He had to read. That is what he needed to do. He had to immerse himself in books. That has always worked in the past and it would work again now. That would be his outlet and his savior. She would study, and he would study harder. If she needed to go somewhere, he would be her bodyguard and nothing more. She had made this decision and he would abide by it one hundred percent. He would not talk about sex, unless she wanted to talk about it. He would not touch her, in any way, shape or form. If she was a lesbian, so be it. If she wanted nothing to do with him, and wanted another man to try the heterosexual side, that would be her choice. There would be no further discussion on that subject between them. Screw her, if that was the way she wanted it to be. It was her life, and she could lead it her any way she chose. 

("So let it be written, so let it be done." An Egyptian Hieroglyph accredited to Pharaoh Ramses 1st) 

The End 

Chapter 4



Why I Hated The Guy From The FBI Ch. 05



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14. Point and Counterpoint

Although they together, slept in the same bed, Frank and Antonia may as well have been a million miles apart. She stared out of the windows and he stared up at the ceiling. Neither one started a conversation, in an attempt not to start an argument.

Antonia realized she had fallen asleep, during the night, because when she awoke in the morning, Frank was not in the room. There was a note on the door asking her to 'Please' stay in the room, while he was downstairs trying on his new clothes. He would be back as soon as possible. When she saw the word 'please' in the note, she nearly shed a tear. Had Celeste and her gone too far last evening? Had she done something that was irreparable to her relationship with him? How badly and she damaged his ego and his feelings for her? Should she tell him right away that it was a joke that they played on him, in return for his joke on her? She would have to improvise, as the day went on, and hope that she would be able to talk to Celeste, when she arrived in Athens later in the day, if she was in big trouble. She had played truth or consequences before, but never when the stakes for her own happiness were this high.

She took a shower, did her hair and make-up, and put on a robe with nothing underneath it, because it was Tuesday morning. It was well after nine o'clock, the time Frank told her the lesson was to start, but she wanted to be prepared, when he returned.

A little more than one hour later Frank opened the door and pulled in two large suitcases filled with his new clothes. After he closed the door, he turned around and saw Antonia standing naked before him. In a neutral tone of voice, he asked her what she was doing.

She answered, "Following your orders, master."

"I think we can dispense with that from now on Antonia. You have learned about sex, by doing, rather than by reading or by watching. You have seen and touched a male and female organ and tasted the fluids from both. You have made a life decision, which is your prerogative, and the only thing left for you to learn is the terminology. That you can learn from books or from me if you desire. All you have to do is ask, and I will provide you all the information you need on any subject concerning sex. You can get dressed now. I will take you out for breakfast."

Antonia stiffened her back, turned, and left the room to get dressed. She wanted to cry, but she did not. She had ruined everything. She had lost her family because of her outrage over them blaming God for how she was acting. Now she had lost the man she loved, because she had played an idiotic joke on him. Her words had cut him to the quick and she knew an apology for what had transpired between them last evening would be useless. At this point, she was thinking that becoming a nun was not unreasonable."

Frank did not sit down after he spoke to her. He unpacked his new clothes and stowed the suitcases into the closet. He stood by the windows looking at St. Peter's dome and contemplated his future. He was not too old to become a seminarian. He knew he was smart enough to go through the curriculum. His sex drive was the problem. Would he be able to look at any woman and let her pass by without thinking about or actually bedding her? If he could not get by this one question, without a positive answer, why go through the program at all. He would try to get an appointment at the Vatican seminary to answer that one question. After that, his decision would be easy and his life would be back on track. While he was at the Vatican, he could go to the bookstore and get some material he had been going over in his mind. This would also help in his decision-making process.

Antonia entered the room and said she was ready to go. Instead of waiting for him to lead her out of the room, she walked towards the door, opened it, and walked towards the elevator.

For the first time, since their argument began, Frank reacted with determination. He grabbed her arm. "I am your bodyguard. Whether you like it or not, I go out the door first; you go in the door first. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mister Gennaro, I understand."

"Antonia, you made your feelings about me perfectly clear last night. I accept them as gospel. Your father put me in charge of your safety. If I fail at that task, my parent's lives are in jeopardy. I will not let that happen. Do not make me kill your father and brother to keep my parent's safe."

"You would not dare do that to them."

"Think about it bitch. What choice would I have if you were killed? Your father said that he would kill anyone to get to me, if anything happened to you. It means my entire family is in jeopardy. I would do anything, use any means at my disposal to keep them safe. Your father is a hoodlum, a mob boss, Mafioso. He runs brothels, gambling houses, sells drugs, controls the dock workers union, and God knows what else. He does anything he can to make money illegally. On his taxes, he claims he makes less than $200,000.00 a year, when he actually takes in more than 40 million in cash. No one would miss him. Vincent is still an innocent, but he has promised your father, in my presence, to follow in his footsteps." 

Antonia looked at Frank in wonderment. "How do you know all this about my father?"

"That is none of your business. My business is to keep you safe and I will do that at the expense of my own life if necessary. I will not allow my family to be hurt."

"Do you work for the government?"

"No, I do not work for the government, and no I am no longer a marine. I am a damaged war veteran, whose job is to keep you safe. That is my only means of income, except for my VA benefits; I swear to God Almighty." Frank continued to look her in the eyes, and silently thanked his superiors for firing him, so he did not have to lie to her.

Antonia looked at him and knew he was telling the truth. "Tell me what you want me to do."

"Do not you ever leave a hotel room, a store, a classroom, or the campus, without me at your side? If you want to go out on a date with another young lady, I will be nearby. If you go into an apartment with her, I will be in there with you. I have seen it all before, I had done it all before. If she is shy, I will turn my back, but I will not leave you alone with her. All it takes is ten seconds to inject you with a powerful sedative, twenty more to spirit you through a window, and into a car. You could be ransomed or never seen again. They could send you to a harem in Saudi Arabia, especially if they know you are a virgin. You could go to a brothel in Germany, one of the Slavic nations, or China. Your father is involved in that trade, also. There is big money and very little risk involved, if no body is found."

"Mister Gennaro, if you are trying to scare me, it has worked."

"I am trying to scare you, and I am glad it worked. I hope that you will take it to heart and follow my instructions to the letter."

"Can I go to breakfast, now? I take that back; can I go to lunch now?"

"Yes, what would you like to eat?"

"I would like a Calzone and a Diet Coke."

"That makes perfect sense to me. Let me see if I can find an Italian restaurant within walking distance."

She was going to smile at his attempted joke, but she held it back behind a stone face. Her heart was broken and one smile would not fix it. A thousand smiles would not fix it. Frank could fix it, but he showed no signs of wanting to do it. He now treated her like ajob instead of the girl he wanted to ravish. He tore apart her father, by telling her the illegal and immoral things he was doing with his life. Then, her father wanted Vincent to inherit his illegal businesses, when he got older. She did not want Vincent involved in those things. She was kept hundreds of miles away from her father's influence, but Vincent had to be aware of what his dad was doing, because it happened around him every day. This

They walked into the same restaurant they had eaten two nights previously, and were greeted by the woman owner. 

The woman looked at the two of them and said, "Oh, no. You are having a lovers quarrel. Sit down and talk to me, I will fix it for you."

Antonia turned and ran out of the restaurant, with Frank hot on her heels. He grabbed her and said, "What did I tell you about leaving a store? I do not care if you were embarrassed or upset. Do not leave without me at your side."

"How can she know these things? She was with us for three hours and she knew there was a problem. Am I carrying a sign that says I am unhappy? Hey look at me I am gay! What am I doing differently today than I was doing the other day? What are you doing today that tells people that we are not the same as we were the other day?"

"I do not think we are doing anything different. I think she is either psychic or psychotic. Either way, you have not had your calzone. Do you want to go back, and face her, or do you want to try another restaurant?"

Antonia replied, "A different restaurant, please."

"This is going to be hard. Where are you going to find an Italian restaurant in Rome?"

He nearly got her to smile, with that attempt, but she held it back. She had lost everyone she trusted, wanted, and needed. There was no reason for her to want to smile, but he was trying to make her do it, every time he spoke to her. One more day and they would be off to Milan. She had no knowledge of the arrangements that had been made for them, by her father's family. She was sure it would be adequate, but she wanted privacy. She wanted her own room, so if she wanted to sulk, she could sulk in private. If she wanted to cry, she could cry in private. If she had something to be excited about, she could open her doors and scream with joy. However, she did not think that was in her future after Sunday night's debacle. Now she wanted to go back to the hotel room and cry by herself to sleep. Unfortunately, as Celeste said to her, Frank would be tied to her hip, from this point forward. She had meant that in a loving way, not like an anchor chain, weighing her down.

Frank found another restaurant, where they had a Calzone for her, but they did not have a Diet Coke. She had to settle for the 'real thing' and she said the heck with the extra calories.

Frank asked her if she would mind stopping at a bookstore, on the way back to the hotel. He wanted to buy some reading material for the trip to Milan and for preparation for college. Antonia said it was fine. She had no idea that they were going to the bookstore that was an adjunct to the Vatican. 

It was an imposing structure, comprising five floors and hundreds of thousands of books, both new and used. Fully dressed Swiss guards were stationed in the front of the bookstore. Inside, other guards were dressed in BDU's with automatic weapons visible. Many books were behind locked glass enclosures, because their value was beyond estimate. Others were priced, but well beyond the reach of any ordinary citizen. Frank knew what he was looking for and checked the computer to locate the areas where he could find the books.

Antonia did not roam. She stayed by his side and did not say a word, while he looked for the items he wanted. However, she cringed when she saw the titles of the books, and what they meant for his future. The first one was "Summa Theologica by Saint Thomas Aquinas." It was the seminal philosophical work of the Catholic Church. The writings and speeches of Jesus and the Apostles. The second was "101 Answers on Prayer by Saint Augustine." It covered every aspect of life, from the conflict between 'Good and Evil to Unmarried Sex.' The Third and Fourth were about Vatican II. "John Paul II: The Second Vatican Council. These re-wrote and reinvigorated the Roman Catholic Church, and in some ways broke apart into the European and the U.S. Catholic Churches. Vatican II: Renewal from Within. Proposed ordinary "Laypersons" be allowed to help celebrate the mass and serve some of the sacraments of the mass. However, it stopped short of allowing priest and nuns to marry, and remain in the church, "without be excommunicated."

Although, Antonia had these drilled into her head, at the nunnery, as part of her curriculum, she had a problem figuring out why Frank wanted to read these sections of the Vatican Councils Decisions.

They went to the checkout counter to pay for these books, and Antonia nearly fainted, when she saw the total price: Eight hundred and twenty-five euros for four books. She grabbed Frank's arm to keep herself steady. She apologized for doing so, afterwards. 

They took a taxi back to the hotel, because of the books. Prior to going to the elevators, Frank asked Antonia if she wanted anything from the stores.

She said, "Ice cream would be nice."

They walked into thelittle shop and Antonia ordered a mixed half gallon of Buttered Pecan and Pralines and Cream.

Frank looked at her as if she was from another planet.

She said, "What?"

"How long have you been 105 pounds?"

"I believe since I got home from school. I was 102 pounds; however, mom always puts some extra weight on me."

Frank just closed his eyes and shook his head in disbelief. He said to her, "I do not think you will ever see 110."

"Frank, my body mass index (BMI) says for my height, I am perfect."

He looked at her and said, "I am sure you are."

She glared at him, but did not know what to say in return. She looked for the clerk to see if her ice cream was ready. It was and she asked for some spoons, and extra napkins.

Before Frank could ask how much the ice cream was, Antonia paid the bill and started walking towards the door. She stopped just before the exit and waited for him to join her. She started tapping her foot, while she stared straight ahead. She said, "If you are going to play games with me, Mister Gennaro, I am going to walk out the door, without you at my side."

Frank replied, "I was waiting to see what you would do."

"I know your rules. I know what you expect of me. I did not go out the door; I waited for you. If you are going to act like a spoiled brat, I will call my father and tell him it is not working out between us. I will ask him to have one of his family members take your responsibilities, and you can go on your way. Your mother and father will be safe and you will never have to see or speak to me ever again. Make up your mind, and do it quickly."

"Fuck you, Antonia."

"No, and I want no part of you, either. My ice cream is going to start to melt. I am leaving. If you want to join me, follow along."

Frank wanted to rip her lungs out, but he marched alongside her towards the elevator. When the doors opened, he stepped in front of her to make sure no one was a danger to her. He got off the elevator first and scanned the hallway before allowing her off. He opened the door to their room and scanned it before he allowed her in. He walked in after her, closed, and locked the door. He put down the books, took off his jacket, and hung it up. He was pissed. However, she was right. What was worse was she knew she was right, and she knew he knew she was right. He could not have been more pissed off if he was wrong.

When he walked out of the closet, he turned and saw her sitting on the bed, watching television. She had a pillow on her lap, a spoon in her left hand and the half-gallon of ice cream in her right hand. She looked like anyone's perfect little child at rest. For him, she was the biggest pain in the ass he had ever encountered, and he wanted her more than he wanted air. Unfortunately, that was never going to happen. He fucked up, and she changed to the other side. He had no idea if one insult had to do with the other. However, it was all over except the shouting, and the shouting was coming in short, angry spurts every few hours. This was destined to end badly. Either she would call Tony or he would, but it would end.

"Mister Gennaro would you like some ice cream?"

"If there is any left, yes, I would like some. Thank you." Frank went to the bed, and got a spoon. He sat down beside her and she handed him the ice cream. She had barely made a dent in the half gallon, but she had done it systematically. She was an 'edger.' Every tiny spoonful she had taken was carved from the edge of the container. Almost exactly one quarter inch from each side had been delicately taken away and eaten carefully. It was a work of art.

On the other hand, Frank was a 'digger.' Push your spoon into a place with the most ice cream, and dig it out. Then, he kept digging until there was almost no ice cream remaining. Most people do not like 'diggers.' However, they do like edgers. 

When he handed the container back to her, the ice cream was nearly gone. She looked at him with hate in her eyes.

He said, "I could not help myself, it was really good."

"Go downstairs, and get me another half gallon, right now." 

Frank thought about saying no, but reconsidered. He threw on his jacket and walked out the door, making sure it was locked securely.

Moments later, Antonia thought she heard Frank at the door. She started towards it, and as she neared it, she heard two men whispering, "Would you hurry, we have to grab her and get her out of here, before he gets back."

Antonia did not freeze. She started moving instantly. She grabbed the handheld phone from the side of the bed and ran into the closet. She pushed the button for the operator. She whispered, "Someone is breaking into my room, help me!" She threw the telephone back onto the bed, and looked for somewhere to hide. Then she saw her salvation, and climbed into it.

The two men were in the room seconds later. She could hear them talking. "She has got to be here. She saw the two of them come in the room, and only he went out. She is hiding somewhere. We only have a few moments, before he comes back. Find her."

Antonia could hear them searching through the rooms: the bedroom, bathroom, and the hallway. They pulled the clothes off the clothing rack to check behind it to see if she was hiding there. They threw Frank's new clothes on the floor, and stepped all over them. One of them yelled, "We have to get out of here, before we get caught."

As they entered the hallway, there were shouts from the Carabinieri to stop. Apparently, the men did not listen and the police started shooting. The two men were hit by bullets fired by the police. One was killed instantly, but the other one with would live to be interrogated by them.

She heard a distraught shout, from a voice she knew very well; "Antonia, Antonia are you all right. Where are you, Antonia!"

"I am down here, you idiot. I cannot move. They threw your clothes on top of me, and I cannot move."




Why I Hated The Guy From The FBI Ch. 05



Frank started throwing clothes out of the closet and still did not see her. "Where are you," he yelled.

"Damn it, open your fucking suitcase."

One of the Carabinieri asked, "Is she that small?"

Frank's reply was, "...not if you include her mouth."

"Open this damned suitcase, you asshole, before I kill you."

The policeman asked, "Are you two married?"

"No fucking way man, no way!" He lifted the suitcase onto its side, and unzipped it.

Antonia flopped out of her hiding place, into a very unladylike position. 

She screamed, "Help me up you asshole."

"Are you all right?"

"Yes they never found me. I was very lucky."

"Frank looked at her and asked, "What made you think about getting in there."

"I heard them outside, trying to break in. I took the phone, and called downstairs for help. I got into the closet and I saw the suitcases. I was just going to turn one over on top of me, but thought that would be too easy for them to check. I stood in one and started to zipper it closed. It worked great and all I had to do then was to tip it over onto the zipped side. The only thing I forgot was that it would be impossible for me to unzip it in that position. You guys had a good laugh, while I almost suffocated to death.

"Did you hear them say anything at all," the policeman asked

"Yes, there is a woman on this floor, who was their lookout. She saw the two of us come in. Then, she saw Frank leave. She told them, when I was alone."

"Do you know why they were after you?"

"No. We are only here for one more day. Then, we are going to Milan to prepare for school, when it opens."

After another hour of being interviewed, by the police, Antonia and Frank were left to continue their lives. However, the police did leave one officer outside their door, as a security measure.

"Are you alright Antonia?"

"I jump into suitcases every day to save my life, Frank. Of course, I am okay."

"For the next sixty seconds, please be up front with me. Are you okay?"

Antonia turned away from him and walked towards the windows, and let her guard down. "Frank, why do they want to hurt me? I have not done anything to them. I am a high school kid; I do not have a car. I do not have diamond rings. What do they want from me?" With that, she sat down in a chair and cried.

There were dozens of things Frank wanted to do, and none that he was sure he should do, as he watched her tears fall from her cheeks to her knees. Finally, he went over to her, rubbed his hand on top of her head, and said, "I want us to get out of here now. Whoever wants to hurt you, knows we are here, and our itinerary? We should get on the move and upset their plans. Okay?"

Antonia looked up at him and said, "Okay, I'll start packing."

Frank made a phone call to US Embassy. As the saying goes, "Once a Marine, always a Marine!" All U.S. Embassies are guarded by Marine units and Frank needed help fast. Within three hours, all the arrangements he needed were made. They would have secure ground transportation to Fiumicino airport on the Italian coast, west of Rome.

He told Antonia to dress comfortably because they were flying to Milan.

She told him it was a very nice idea, and it would be a short trip.

Frank grinned, "One out of two is not bad."

Frank took care of all the mundane things of checking out of the hotel. They were picked up in the embassy limousine, at 9p.m., and on their way to the airport forty-five minutes later. When Antonia asked why that airport, Frank asked her if she wanted to go to Milan?

She said, "Yes, of course."

"If you want to go to Milan in an airplane, and I want to go to Milan in an airplane, then we have to go where the airplane is."

When they arrived at the airport, Frank checked them in at the "General Aviation Terminal," while two marines, from the embassy, hovered around Antonia, like bees around a hive. No one dared to come near her, for fear of his or her lives. 

Antonia felt secure with the two marine guards around her. However, she knew this terminal was different. She knew Frank was doing something underhanded; however, she could not put her finger on it. He was showing the agent paperwork that she had never seen before, but this was Frank and she did not put anything past him. She waited for their flight to be called, then realized she did not know the flight number. She walked over to him and asked, "Frank, what is our flight number?" 

He looked at the paperwork and said, "Zed9245."

Antonia asked, "What kind of airline is Zed?"

He replied, "I have no idea. It must be a new one."

Antonia looked at him and said, "Frank, I think I just caught you in your first lie."

"It is not a lie."

"Did you tell me the truth?"

"Almost."

"Frank, if you did not tell me the truth, then you told me a lie. You told me you never lie. So you have lied to me from the very beginning."

"It is not exactly a lie."

"Frank what color are your shoes?"

"Black."

Frank what color on my sneakers?"

"White."

"Frank are we taking an airplane to Milan?"

"We are at an airport. They do have airplanes here."

"Does that airplane belong to an airline?"

"Sort of."

"Frank, are you chartering an airplane?"

"Yes."

"Then why all the suspense? Why not tell me that someone is flying us there?"

"I thought you might object to someone flying us to Milan." He turned and started walking away from her.

"Frank! Frank, do not turn away from me. I want you to look at me."

He stopped, reluctantly, and turned to look at her.

"Someone is flying us to Milan? Correct?"

"Yes."

"Frank, please tell me you are not the pilot."

"Antonia, do you have a pilot's license?"

"You know damned well I do not have a pilot's license. I do not have a driver's license."

"Then Antonia, you are incorrect in your assumption.'"

"Frank, I want to go back to the hotel. I will feel safer there."

"No one has ever attempted to kidnap you from an aircraft I was flying."

"Frank, you are going to be the death of me. I believe I am going to die tonight."

"You are wrong. I rented a nice aircraft. It is a big, single-engine Cessna, with a GPS system. All I have to do is get it off the ground, tune in Milan, and let the airplane get us there. Then, I have to land it."

"Frank if I die in an airplane crash, I am going to haunt you for eternity."

"Antonia, just the thought of that is enough to make me keep you alive."

The ground crew rolled the big Cessna up to the general aviation boarding area, where Frank did his preflight and ground check of the aircraft. The bags were loaded, and secured in the cargo area, and the aircraft was ready to go. 

The two marine guards escorted Antonia to the aircraft. She stopped, turned, kissed them both on the cheeks, and thanked them for keeping her safe. She got into the co-pilots seat and put her head set on. She said a prayer, or ten, for her survival, through the night-flight to Milan, with Frank. 

Frank looked at the control panel of the aircraft, "How am I supposed to start this thing?"

Antonia bit at his joke. "You do not even know how to start this airplane? Let me out, I want to get out, right now. Please, let me out."

"I was just joking with you, Antonia." He reached for the ignition switch, and turned it to the 'On' position. He pressed the ignition sequencer, and the engine sputtered to life. The sound turned to a throaty roar, as the engine began to warm up. 

The aircraft was cleared to taxi to the end of the active runway. Frank released the brakes, revved the engine, and they started to move. As they waited for clearance to take off, Frank tried again to lift Antonia's spirits, with something he had pre-arranged with people he had talked to, in the tower. 

"Antonia did you remember to take your parachute?"

"No, I did not know I needed one."

"That is one of the advantages of flying in an airplane like this. If something goes wrong, you put on your parachute, you open the door, and you jump out."

"Frank, what am I supposed to do. Where was mine?"

"Yours was in the bright yellow box, by the door, on the way out to the airplane. Didn't you see it?"

Antonia said, "Yes, I did. Can I run back and get it?"

Frank said, "Let me ask the tower, and see what they say about it?"

Fiumicino Tower this is Zed9245 Over.

Zed9245 this is Tower Over. 

"Tower, my passenger forgot her parachute at operations. She wants to run back for it. Can you approve that while I sit here with the aircraft, over?"

"Zed9245 this is Tower. Let me get my Field Glasses and camera ready. If this is the young lady you told us about, whose ass is a 6 with possibilities, we will want pictures of her running."

Antonia screamed and started pounding on Franks shoulder, "You vile, cock sucking son of bitch. Did you speak to the entire world about me? Did you tell them that I was gay? Did you tell them that I broke your heart, after you broke mine? Did you tell them that there is someone is trying to kidnap me? Did you tell them about my father? Did you tell them I could not drive a car? Did you tell them I am a Virgin? Did you tell them about Celeste and me? She kept screaming at him until she could not scream anymore. Then she cried, uncontrollably, until she felt the aircraft move.

She screamed, "What the fuck are you doing now?"

"I am moving this aircraft, so another aircraft can get by us, and take off."

She realized he was smiling, while she was hitting him, accusing him of violating confidences, and reducing her to tears. "Why are you doing this to me Frank? Why can't you just leave me alone, so I can crawl under a rock and die?"

"I was just trying to get you to let out your anger and frustrations, Antonia. You had a very rough day today, and you held it all inside. It is not good for you. It will poison you in the end and regardless of whom you wind up with; I want you to be happy. You deserve that, and much more. Whether you love me or not, it does not matter, I do not want you to grow up to be a hollow shell of yourself, and have no say in your own life."

"Thank you, Frank. Get this thing off the ground and take me to Milan. Maybe a change of scenery will help me find a new perspective in my life, before someone kidnaps me or kills me."

"Neither one is going to happen to you, Antonia. Not as long as I am alive."

"Yeah, right Frank, until you find someone, like Celeste, and you are fucking her brains out. Then someone can snatch me right out from under your nose."

"I will promise you this, Antonia. From the time this airplane lands, until the time we finally part company, at your request, I will not touch another woman."

"Okay, Frank. You told me you would never lie to me, even though I caught you in one tonight. I will take you at your word. Get this airplane off the ground, and get me to Milan."

"It was not a lie. I just did not tell you the entire story."

"You left out the important points, which led me to a different conclusion. Or in other words, you lied to me."

"We have over four hours to talk about this, while we are in the air. Tower this is Zed9245 requesting permission for takeoff. Six with possibilities does not wish to run."

"Zed9245 is cleared for takeoff. Wind zero five zero degrees at fifteen knots. Tell six with possibilities, maybe next time."

"Antonia if you want to say something to the people in the tower, key your microphone."

She keyed the microphone and said, "Tower, this is six with possibilities. It will not happen, until he tells me 'it is cute.'"

"Six with possibilities; this is Tower. Roger your last transmission. Tell the pilot to have his eyes examined. We had our people take your picture. We love the two with you bent over at the waist. We rated them as 'Ten plus". "Chao, bambina;" Over and out."

While Frank concentrated on getting the aircraft off the ground; however, the Control Tower's response had Antonia's spirits soaring high above the nighttime clouds."

Chapter 15. Should We Stop for a Pisa?

Frank had programed the waypoints into the GPS system, for their flight to Milan. He set the airplane on maximum cruise, as it leveled out at ten thousand feet and engaged the auto-pilot. He took his hands off the controls, slid his seat back, and said to Antonia, "Okay, it is your aircraft. I am going to take a nap"

"What the hell are you talking about Frank? I have never flown airplane. I have no idea what to do."

"The airplane is flying itself. It knows what to do and where to go. If you get a call from air traffic control, listen carefully, write down what they say, and read it back to them. Then, wake me up and I will do what they told you to do."

"Remember what I told you Frank. If I die tonight, I am going to haunt you for eternity."

As he turned over on his side, and said, "Yes dear, I know."

Her eyes flew open, and her jaw dropped, as she looked at the back of his head. He had had a long and scary day, also. Had what he said been a slip of the tongue, or had he meant it. "Yes dear." He had only used that term only once before, and the look in his eyes spoke volumes about the way he felt about her. It had not gone away. He had sequestered it in his mind. He had put it into a box, but not erased the memories, or the feelings. Did he want her, as much as she wanted him? She was not sure. Until she was sure, what should she do? Should she ask him now if it was a slip-up? Should she ease up on him a little? He started this war, he had to be the first one to admit culpability, or she would turn out like her mom. She was going to stay the same as she was and see what happened.

Well, maybe not the same, she could be less belligerent towards him. She did not have to treat him like the 'hired help.' He changed his life around for her. He came to Italy early, at her request. He did not have to do that, and if he had not she could have been kidnapped. She could lighten up on Frank, and treat him like a human being, again. 

As her thoughts rolled through her head, she wondered if two simple words could change a woman's feelings so drastically. "Yes dear." Were they so magical to a woman's ear? Did a woman's heart beat faster, because of those two words? She was in over her head, and she knew it. She had to talk to a woman, with experience. She would like to talk to her mother, but that was not possible under the present circumstances. The only other woman she knew and trusted was Celeste. It was a long shot to get accurate information, on love from her, but it was worth a try.

She kept looking out the windows of the aircraft, into the dark night sky and realized how lovely the stars were, when there was no light to distort your view. The aircraft had been flying straight for over 90 minutes, and when it turned to the right, with no warning at all, Antonia panicked. She screamed, "Frank, wake up, something's wrong with the airplane."

Frank softly replied, "Antonia relax. We just passed the first waypoint. It is turning to go to the second waypoint, on our way to Milan. There is nothing wrong with the aircraft. Otherwise, you would hear alarms and bells going off." In

"You could have told me that before Frank. I nearly pissed my pants."

"I would have woken up to see that Antonia."

"I hate you Frank, I really, really, really hate you."

"I see I have returned to your good graces. It makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside." 

If Frank had been looking at her, he would have laughed. She stuck out her tongue, crossed her eyes, and gave him both middle fingers at the same time. He would have treasured that picture, for a lifetime.

As they continued on their northbound trek, Frank asked her if she would like to stop and see "The Leaning Tower of Pisa."

"Stop pulling my leg Frank. We are going to Milan. They do not let you stop any place you want to stop."

"Antonia this is not an airline. All I have to do is ask for a change in routing and destination and they will allow me to do it."

"I will bet you ablow job you are lying to me."

"I will not accept that bet, because I am going to win. The first time we have sexual contact is when I take your virginity. Afterwards, if you want to give me a blow job, I will accept it graciously."

"More big talk Frank, and no action."

"Frank sat up and put his head set on and said, "Center, this is Zed9245 requesting routing change to Pisa as final destination."

"Zed9245 request approved. Tune in Pisa and proceed direct, maintain ten thousand feet."

"Zed9245 roger, tuning in Pisa, proceeding direct; maintaining ten thousand feet."

Antonia was tongue-tied. He had refused a blow job, which she would have been obligated to give him, because she was stupid enough to offer it.

Frank looked at Antonia and then turned to look out the front of the aircraft. He shook his head and said, "I could have been a member of the 'Mile High Club.'"

Antonia thought about that statement for several minutes before she had to ask Frank what he meant by it. "Okay Frank, I will bite. What is the 'Mile High Club'?'"

"Anyone who has sex in an airplane, flying above 5 thousand feet, is considered a member of the mile high club. I turned down a blowjob, which would have admitted me to the club."

"Would I have been amember, also?"

"No, because you would be on the giving end, and not on the receiving end. If I was eating your pussy up here, you would get to be a member of the club."

"That sounds very logical. For the first time in quite a while, Frank, something you said actually made sense."

"I am very happy that you agree, princess.

"Frank, why is that guy blinking his lights at us?"

"He just wants us to know that he sees us. He is probably a thousand feet below, or above, us coming in the opposite direction, and does not want to scare us. I will blink our lights at him, to answer and let him know I see him."

Frank adjusted his chair and kept his eyes on the aircraft coming at him. The closer it got, the less he liked it. Nighttime fools the senses, but Frank had afeeling, and he did not like it. He turned off the autopilot, took evasive action at the last minute. He turned to the right and forced the aircraft down, and as quickly as he could.

As he looked out the window, the other aircraft passed him going southbound at ten thousand feet. They missed each other by less than one hundred feet. 

Center, this is Zed9245, reporting a near miss with a southbound aircraft at ten thousand feet. I am currently descending 9500 feet, returning to course directly to Pisa.

Zed9245, this is Center, I am not in contact with any other aircraft in your area. I see the aircraft, on radar. A will track him to his destination. The authorities will be there to greet him. You will be met at Pisa for a statement, also. Climb and maintain ten thousand feet."

Zed9245, roger.

Frank had not had any time to think about Antonia. He turned and looked at her and saw a ghost. Her face was ashen. She had a death grip on the arms of her seat, and she did not look like she was breathing. He re-engaged the autopilot and moved towards her. 

"Antonia." She did not answer. "Antonia." She still did not answer. "Antonia, I do not want to hit you, please come back to me." She was in a deep state of shock. He was afraid she might have to be hospitalized when they landed, if she stayed like this. He could not leave her in this condition, or she could crawl into a shell so deep, she might never come out of it. He did not want to strike her, to bring her out of her comatose state. He could only think of one other thing to try first. Considering the alternatives, he chose that one. He wrapped her in his arms and kissed her deeply and passionately. He did not let up until he felt her move and then she mumbled something he could not understand. He took his mouth away from hers and said, "What?"




Why I Hated The Guy From The FBI Ch. 05



"I pissed my pants."

"So, did I Antonia, so did I."

"Hold me Frank, just for a little while, do not let me go. I may die if you let me go."

"I will hold on to you forever if you want me to Antonia. I will never let you go. I love you. Whether you love me, or not, it does not matter to me. I will protect you from everyone for the rest of your life, if that is what you want. I will never let you out of my sight, ever, even if you reach one hundred and ten pounds."

She buried her head in his shoulder and as bad as she felt, he made her laugh. She realized he was getting good at making her laugh. He tried hard to give her a sense of humor, which she never had before. He tried hard to make her better, by goading her into conversations where she had to think on her feet. He tried hard to give her an advanced course of sex education, without touching her. However, he tried hardest to give her a sense of safety and security, while he was with her. Now he was trying hard to tell her how much he loved her and wanted to be in her life. She did not have to love him; he said so. All he wanted was to be near her, so he could love her and protect her from harm. She had been such a fool to doubt his commitment to her. Now, she was going to show hers to him. 

"Hey mister," she said while still snuggled against his shoulder, "Want to join the 'Mile High Club' with me?"

"You have to beg me first."

"Frank that was the best offer you are ever going to get from me. Take it or leave it."

"Are you absolutely sure that is the best offer I am going to get?"

"You can bet your ass on it, mister."

"In that case, I accept. However, there will be a delay until I can get you into a proper bed. Then I will fuck your brains out, and get you pregnant."

"You forgot the part about sending me back to my father, to live in shame, under his thumb, and the rest of that stuff."

"I have reconsidered that portion of my statement. I am going to keep you with my parents. They are nicer, and they will love their new grandchild."

"I am not going to be married, Frank. The baby is going to be a fatherless, bastard child. It can have no grandparents on the male side, if there is no male on the birth certificate."

"I have taught you to argue too damn well. Logic never worked on you before, and now you are using it on me to confuse the issue. I told you I would take your virginity and get you pregnant with no mention of love or marriage."

"Poor Frank, he has lost again. He told me he loved me. Now he wants his parents to play with their grandchild. In order to do that, he has to put his name on a birth certificate. The only way he will be allowed to do that is if my last name is the same as his. Poor Frank caught in a conundrum that has become a dilemma. And to think, he has not even gotten laid yet."

"Okay Antonia, put a sock in it. I will find a way around your little trap."

"I did not set a trap Frank. I simply offered you a quicky in the back of an airplane. You did the rest, all by yourself."

"You are enjoying this, aren't you?"

"I have not had this much fun, since I took you lingerie shopping."

"I am going to get you pregnant with twins, maybe triplets, just to see you get fat."

"Do you think I might get up as high as 130 pounds?"

"Oh keep quite. If you were to have triplets, and got up to 130 pounds, each baby would come out between 7 and 8 pounds each. You would walk out of the hospital the same weight you are now, just to spite me."

"Do you change diapers, Frank? I know what they say about Marines: Semper Fidelis, Always Faithful."

"I should have had my head examined, before I took this assignment." 

"Frank is an eighteen year old, high school girl, too intellectually talented for you to handle."

"Antonia do you remember where your parachute is?"

"The yellow can was a waste paper container Frank. I had time to go over it in my mind, while you were sleeping. If it was not for the little altercation, with that other airplane, I would have mentioned that to you, by now."

"Antonia, I hate you, I really, really, hate you."

"I wonder where I heard that before. Does that mean I am moving up on your eligible bachelorette list?"

"How could you possibly move up on a list, when you are the only one on it, and the only one I want?"

"Poor Frank such a problem. Do they have churches in Pisa? Do they have a waiting period to get married, in Italy? Is a marriage license in Italy valid in the United States? Can a baby is born in Italy run for President of the United States if he or she has two American citizens as parents? These are all very important things to take into consideration, Frank, before I take such a big step. Remember I am only a foolish eighteen year old little girl, and you are a cradle robber."

Frank had a faraway look in his eyes and a smile on his face that told Antonia that something evil was going on between his ears. She wanted to know exactly how evil it was.

"Okay Frank, how dirty is the vision you are thinking about now?"

"I am picturing you in a cradle, and me fucking the hell out of you."

"Do I have a wedding ring on?"

"Antonia, I keep telling you that you could fuck up a wet dream."

"I was just wondering, if it was a 'Before, or After' Dream. One is possible, while the other is slowly fading away."

"Wait a minute, how is that happening? What has changed?"

"I do not know. I am kind of; you know how we women are Frank. You have fucked 15 books worth of us. Sometimes we just lose the mood. Maybe you should have just accepted the quicky in the airplane; that was a sure thing."

"If I had not filed a flight plan showing two passengers, you would be testing your wings about now, princess."

"Poor Frank trapped in a little airplane, with a little girl, and a little dick he cannot keep under control."

"Okay little girl, move back to the third row and fold down the seats. Prepare to join the 'Mile High Club,' and to meet my little dick. When this airplane lands, you will no longer be a virgin and with the help of God and some very strong swimmers, I hope you are pregnant."

"Are you sure you can get it up at this altitude Frank? The pressure is lower up here than at sea level. I would hate for you to be 'limp', when the big moment arrives."

"When you scream, little girl, you will realize I was not limp."

"Okay. I wanted you to know I would be very understanding."

Antonia moved back and lowered the seats as she was instructed. She began taking off her clothes and Frank moved back to join her. His mouth claimed hers and his left hand latched onto her breast, when he heard, "Zed9245 turn left, heading 290 vectors Pisa, descend and maintain 6 thousand."

Frank roared, "You have to be fucking kidding me. We are over 100 miles away from Pisa."

"Zed 9245, did you copy, over?

Frank rushed up, and grabbed his headset as he read back the directions and said he was out of Ten thousand feet descending to Six thousand, over. Then he asked "Why the change in routing, Center, Over?"

"Zed 9245, The Germans, and Italians are playing war games, against the Brits and Americans. They have come too close to the edge of their protected airspace for comfort. You have had enough fun for one morning."

Zed9245, Roger that. Thank you.

Frank looked back at a half naked Antonia and tried to remove the lust from his brain so he could act responsibly. "Antonia please get dressed before I die of a heart attack. I have to fly this aircraft for the duration of the flight, although I would happily die in your arms, if given a choice."

Even though she was as wet, and as ready as she ever was to give up her virginity, Antonia had to laugh at Frank's disappointment. The lump in the front of his pants nearly made his movements to the front of the aircraft, the accomplishment of a lifetime. He was unable to bend his right leg, and his left pant leg was halfway down. It was more than amusing to watch, it was hysterical. What was not funny was the look in his eyes, when he told her to dress. The dread and disappointment was palpable. Someone had taken away his favorite toy and the heartbreak was nearly insurmountable. He had to turn away from her in order to control his feeling. This made her feel powerful and sad at the same time. She had control over this massive human being, who, if he wanted to, could snap her like a twig. She was going to give him the surprise of a lifetime, when they settle down in their hotel room. She learned, at that moment, she was in control of him some of the time, and one of those times would be when they were in bed today. Study time was over, the physical exam was about to begin.

Frank looked at her when she arrived back at the copilot seat. "Okay, what are you smiling about little princess?"

"You had another chance to take my virginity. It seems that you are never going to get to pop my cherry, Frank. I have a feeling God has other plans for that little piece of flesh that you lust after. I offered it to you freely, with no restrictions, and still, something came between us. It looks like you and I are just not going to be lucky enough to get together."

"We will have plenty more chances to take care of that as we go through life. If it is not today or tomorrow, it will happen eventually, I am in no hurry as long as I am with you. I will try to keep you happy, but most of all I will keep you safe from harm. That is how important you are to me."

"Frank, are you trying to get me to take you off my hate list?"

"I would not know what to do with myself, if I was not on that list. It would mean you would almost like me. I am not sure if I could live with that assumption."

"That was a good answer Frank. I do not know if I could go through a complete day, without saying how much I hate you."

"Stuck up princess bitch."

"I hate you, you fucking bastard."

"Eat shit and die, Your Highness."

"You are the lowest life form on the planet, you hateful bastard."

"Do you think that's enough for now Antonia?"

"Yes, I got that out of my system for a while. I am good until at least dinner. I may have a few more choice words for you by then."

Zed9245. This is Center, over.

Center, this is Zed 9245, over.

Zed9245, the next time you guys want to play a game like that, please make sure your microphone is not on, over.

Zed9245, Roger, Out.

Frank looked at Antonia's hand and sure enough, it was on the microphone switch. He smacked her hand. "The next time you do that, I will add a smack to your ass."

"Frank Who died, and made you king?"

"I gave you your title princess, which means I have been king all along."

"There you go getting all logical on me again."

The remainder of the flight into Pisa was uneventful. Upon landing, Frank and Antonia were required to fill out forms about the near miss and the aircrafts GPS system was pulled to certify its performance.

The second aircraft had not yet landed, and was now passing Naples continuing southbound. The authorities were beginning to wonder if it had enough range to cross the Mediterranean, and reach the North African coast. If it did, it was definitely a drug courier aircraft, and warranted special attention.

Frank made arrangements for the aircraft for two days; filed a flight plan to Milan, and departure time for midnight on the second day.

When Antonia asked him why he wanted to arrive in the middle of the night, he said, "We have no idea what arrangements have been made by your father's family. I do not want to arrive and have to make a phone call to someone I do not know and say, 'Hello, we are here', come and get us. I would much rather be watching them, than them, watching us."

"Frank can we go to a hotel so I can shower and change. I was not joking when I told you I pissed my pants, when I saw that other airplane pass us. If it gets hot outside, everyone is going to look at me, and know what I did."

"We are going to the hotel, now. It is nothing fancy, because if they are looking for us, that is where they will be looking. It will serve our needs very well. It is a beautiful bed-and-breakfast, and it is within walking distance of the tower."

"That sounds wonderful to me Frank. Let's go."

They arrived in time for an early breakfast, but all they wanted was to get to their room and shower. Antonia said, "Frank you go first, while I unpack some of my things."

As soon as she heard the water running, she stripped off her clothes, walked, softly, into the bathroom, and eased her way into the shower. She was amazed Frank did not hear her, or feel the breeze as the door opened. She took the soaped from the tray, and started to wash his back. 

Frank reacted as if he had been hit with a cattle prod. He could not have stood-up straighter, if he wanted to. The shock had caught him completely off guard. He had been thinking of her, but never dreamed she would be in the shower with him. 

"You washed me, Frank. I thought I should return the favor."

Frank did not speak. He just nodded his head and let her do what she wanted to do. She told him to kneel down, and turn around so she could wash his hair. She put the shampoo into her hands and slowly rubbed it into his hair. Her breasts was the exactly the height of his mouth as he was kneeling before her. Every time she pulled his head forward, while washing his hair, her nipples would touch his lips or face. Each time he reached his hand forward to caress her pussy, she slapped it down and said, "Bad boy." He would reach forward to caress her, but she would back away. She would yell at him that she would never be able to finish what she had started, if he kept that up.

"He was unsure what she meant by 'what she had started.' He was hopeful, but totally unsure." 

She moved behind him, and told him to stand. She washed his back with her breast, like a loofa. Frank was slowly losing his mind, as well as his control. He was as rigid as steel, and on razors edge, when Antonia told him to grab the front wall so that she could wash him off, with the showerhead. She started slowly from the top, and used her hands in an erotic manner, along his chest and his abdomen. She felt his growing excitement. The closer her hand got to his groin, the longer he stretched his neck.

She waited for this moment, since she had known him. This was her moment of truth. She was not going to disappoint herself or him, by running away from it. She reached out, grabbed his manhood, and pumped it back and forth; slowly at first, and when he groaned, she started to move her hand a little faster. 

Frank yelled, "Tighter!"

Antonia's hand did not fit around his cock, but she tightened her grip as much as she could, and moved her hand into high gear.

Finally, Frank bellowed. He rose up onto to toes, waiting for his impending explosion. Her hand felt like raw silk and her heat, added to his. She reached through his legs; cupped, and squeezed his balls. The added stimulation was more than he could bear. Antonia did not believe he could get any harder than he was, but he did. She was determined to have him ejaculate every drop of semen, he had stored up within him, until he begged her to stop pumping his rigid flesh. He screamed and exploded.

She counted each blast. 'Four, five, six, seven immense blasts of baby batter' hit the wall in front of him, and still more dribbled out of the slit on the tip of his penis under less pressure than before. His knees betrayed him, causing him to catch himself before he went down to the floor again. 

She continued pumping his cock, even though it was losing some of its rigidity, but was still dribbling out small quantities of semen. 

"Antonia stop, you are killing me, please stop."

"Are you sure Frank? This was my first hand job. I wanted to make sure I did it right." 

He turned his head and looked at her. She had the biggest evil smile on her face he had ever seen. "You are dead woman."

"Frank you could not walk ten feet right now, if there was abomb in the room."

"Would you like to bet a blow job on that princess?"

"Oh shit, I am out of here."

She tried to flee the shower, when a huge paw wrapped itself around her waist, lifted her up, and brought her to his mouth to be kissed. She yelled, "Frank you are not fighting fair."

"Antonia, what should I consider what you did to me? Was pressing your nipples into my mouth and taking them away before I could suck on them fair? Showing me your naked vagina and not letting me touch it, was that fair? Putting your body inches from mine but not let me hold it, was that fair? Washing my back with your breasts, and not letting me caress them, was that fair? Teasing me to the point where I was about to cum, and backing away at the last second, was that fair? What do you consider all those things, little girl? Would you say you fought fair? I do not think so. A jury of my peers would not think so. God would not think so. I believe I deserve equal time to show you how a man can play as fairly as you played, you little devil. I am going to send you to Heaven, so they can reject you, and send you back to me for more torture. Then, I will take your virginity, which will be painful. I hope that before this day is out, you will be pregnant, and I will be the father. " 

"I will go along with everything you said, without objection. However, there is one small problem with your plan. You know I love you with my heart and my soul. I have told so. However, if you want your name on the birth certificate, there had better be a ring on the fourth finger, of my left hand. Otherwise, that space will be left empty."

"Antonia, I told you that you could spoil a wet dream. However, I have that covered. When my parents get here, we will get married. If you want your parents to attend, I will call them and give them that option."

"Frank, if you are absolutely certain this is road you want to travel; I will go along with your plans. I did not intend to get married at such a young age. I certainly did not plan to have a child, while I was still in college. However, if you are sure you want to marry me, and support me and my child, while I am still in school, I suppose I can put aside my own wants and needs to satisfy yours."

"Antonia, I love when people throw my own words back at me. It makes me want to strangle myself, right after I kill them."

"It is the first rule you taught me Frank; 'Be proactive.'"

"I am going to take those fucking books away from you and burn them."

"That is fine with me, Frank. I have finished reading all three of them. I have a near photographic memory, so I would only have to refer to them, for bibliographic use."

"I hate you, Antonia. I really, really hate you. When I am finished fucking you, I think I will spank you, just to get that out of my system."

"Why don't you just face it, Frank? You are into bondage and sadomasochism. You just like to hurt little girls, because the big girls fight back."

"Little girl, it shows how much you know about women. The bigger the girl is, the more she likes to be subjugated. However, all you are doing now is keeping me from my main task of the morning, and you were doing it very well. Prepare yourself to become awoman, because only two things will keep you a virgin before noon today. The police will raid this building, and take me away, or this building will burn down to the ground. If neither of these two things happen, your days as a girl are over. It will be my pleasure to allow you to start your years as a woman."

I have said it before Frank, and I will say it again, "All talk, and no action."

He threw her over his shoulder, and she laughed. "Oh, I hurt the big bad man's feelings." 

He carried her into the bedroom, and threw her onto the center of the bed. "Little girl, you are about to get more action than you believe ever existed, in the entire world. You are going to walk bow legged, for the next week. You speak four languages; you had better start praying in all of them, because you are going to need all the help you can get, just to help your cunt heal."




Why I Hated The Guy From The FBI Ch. 05



Antonia blew him a raspberry, which both infuriated him, and make him laugh at the same time. Then, she saw a change in the way he was looking at her. It went from a benign smile, to feral grin. She started to scoot away from him, but he grabbed her, by her ankles, as he climbed on the bed. "There is no running away now princess. There is no turning back. You are mine. For better or for worse, until you want to get rid of me, I am going to love you and fuck you silly."

Her reply was simple and straight forward. "Oh shit!" They were the only words that came to mind, because his mouth had just attacked her shaved, naked slit, and his tongue licked her exposed clit, dead on. Frank now knew a way to keep her from talking, at least temporarily. Her legs flew open wide, granting him easier access to her center. However, Frank wanted more. He put his hands under and the cheeks of her ass and raised her pussy to his mouth. He now had a better angle to attack it and the results were immediately audible.

Antonia screamed as her first orgasm hit her. "I hate you Frank, for making me wait this long."

Frank blew warm air across her clit and heard her moan again. He asked her, "Do you still hate me?"

"You bet your ass, I do."

"Then I guess I should stop."

"If you do, your ghost will be flying the airplane tomorrow."

He laughed as his tongue returned to her clit and her hips arched upward in response.

"You men are the bane of a woman's existence."

"What did we do wrong now?"

"Shut up and keep doing what you are doing. I will talk to you about that later." Seconds later, she screamed as she came for the second time."

"Do you like me now little girl?"

Antonia smiled. "You promised to take me to Heaven's Gate. I admit I was flying high and it was 'nice.' However, I was nowhere near heaven."

"You little bitch. You have had two glorious orgasms, in the last 4 to 5 minutes and you are still complaining. I should let you continue on by hand and see how well you do."

"I have done so many times and I have gotten higher than you have gotten me today." 

"You are the meanest little bitch I have ever met. I should leave you high and dry."

"Does that mean I get to keep my virginity and not get pregnant today? You mean there was a third way for me to get out of this room without you penetrating my body. I wonder if I can think of any more ways to get that thing to shrivel up and die."

"Oh no, you do not get away from me so easily, little girl. I said I should leave you high and dry. I did not say I would. It is mine to take, and I do so with your permission. I have never had to rape or take anything from agirl, without her permission. I was going to give you more time to become adjusted to the idea of sex and to lubricate the inside of your body. However, your continuous insults, and insinuations, that I will not be able to fulfill my obligations to remove you hymen, and to impregnate you have taken precedence over my good judgment. Instead of allowing you to prepare more fully for its penetration, I must move ahead more quickly than I wanted to, and take what is rightfully mine, now."

"I love how you twist things Frank. It belongs to me. It is part of my body, not yours. What you are doing, according to the police, is called, "Breaking and entering." You will be damaging me, irreparably, because I will never be the same; I will never be whole again. I have given you permission. See if you can get it up again, and let us get it over with, as quickly as possible. I do not expect to enjoy it at all."

"You are doing this on purpose. You are doing this just to get me to feel impotent. I hate you Antonia, with every fiber of my being. I am going to use this rage and fuck your brains out. When you feel my dick, coming through the roof of your mouth, do not forget to breath. Otherwise, you may die of asphyxiation, because I expect to be there for avery long time before I come on your brain cells, to see if I can activate any of them."

"Blah, blah, blah, blah. I am still lying here, and the big bad man is still talking away. I guess that is all he is capable of doing. I am going to have to find a replacement for him, very soon."

Frank positioned himself between her knees, giving him a view of her most glorious parts. He put two fingers between her labial lips and thrust them in, until they came to a blockage. He saw Antonia's eyes cross, and an uncomfortable grunt exit her body. "What is the matter little girl, that was only two of my fingers. Just wait until it is my prick descending into your love canal. It is hotter, harder, fatter, and longer than my fingers and designed for that purpose. You should be excited by now."

"Fuck you Frank!"

"No little Princess, this time it is fuck you."

He inserted his fingers one more time and tasted her fluids that were now beginning to flow like a river, after a heavy rain.

"That is much better little one. The more honey you produce the easier it will be for me to enter you." He lay down on top of her, and took her mouth with his and kissed her deeply. He knew this was could keep her quiet for a short time, also. He thrust his tongue, into her mouth, and she was not quite sure what to do about it. He fenced with her tongue, until she realized that he wanted to play. Tentatively, she played with his tongue and then thrust hers into his mouth. 

Playfully, he bit the tip of her tongue. Her eyes sprang open widely and she saw the delight and smile in his eyes. She said, "Prick!" He answered immediately, saying, "No, Tongue," and smiled down at her.

She smacked the back of his head with her left hand. He retaliated by moving down her body and taking her breasts in each of his hands and squeezing softly. She groaned, but then yelped as he bit the nipple on her left breast. She went to smacked him again, but he grabbed her arms and held them above her head, with one of his hands. Now she was defenseless against his onslaught. His tongue and teeth attacked her breasts and nipples until she was squirming and screaming for him to stop. He did not stop, until he thought she was completely ready for him. 

When she wrapped her legs around his waist and he could feel the moisture from her vagina on his body, he let her arms go, and looked into her face and kissed her passionately, again. "You are ready, little one. This will hurt and I am sorry; but this is the way it has always been. I will try to make it better, my love, as soon as you tell me, I can continue."

Antonia could not find a joke or a derisive remark to say, at that moment. Her mouth had gone dry. The way he looked at her and told her it was time. There was no more fooling around, no more games. She was about to become a woman, at the hands of the man she loved and had just called her 'my love.' He said he would not lie to her, ever. If he said this would hurt, with all his experience with women, this was going to hurt. She would trust him to get her through this."

Frank kissed her on her lips and moved his hips into position. He saw her eyes were in panic mode, but did not stop, as he took both her legs and folded her in half. Face to face, he asked her, "Does this remind you of being in a suitcase?"

"Please, Frank, not now, I am frightened enough."

He said to her, "This time there is nothing to be frightened of, because I am with you every step of the way. No one can harm you. I love you, and I will keep you safe."

He pressed his lips against hers, moved his penis against the folds of her vagina and as soon as he was aligned properly, he thrust his way, straight through her hymen, tearing it away permanently. He did not stop, until his pubic bone met hers.

Antonia screamed at the top of her lungs, but no one heard a sound, because her mouth was sealed, against his. Tears formed in her eyes, because the pain was so severe. She was so tiny and he was so huge, she thought he had split her in two.

Frank slowly lay her legs down along his sides. He picked her up and set her on his lap, with him fully inside her. She was sobbing and he was rubbing her back and kissing her head, trying to soothe her. "The pain is over baby. It will never be like that again. You will never experience anything like that again, until you have a child; my child."

Antonia sobbed, "I do not want one. I do not ever want a child, if it hurts me like that, Frank."

"If our mothers thought that way, we would not be here now."

"Our mothers were braver than I am. I must be bleeding all over the bed."

"You are not bleeding. Put your legs around me and I will prove it to you." 

She did as he asked, and he stood up on the bed. There were only a few pink spots, where she had been laying down. She was sure there would be pints of her blood all over them, and the bed.

"I thought you had torn me in half Frank. I was sure of it. I may not have felt you coming out of my throat, but I felt you pushing my organs apart, like they were not attached to me."

"I do not want you to think I am bragging, but I am. Many a young woman has told me that before."

Antonia smiled at him, kissed him, took two handfuls of his hair, and pulled with every ounce of strength she had in her.

He yelled, "Enough, enough, I get the message. I will stop talking about other women, while I am inside you."

"Boy, Frank, how dumb can you be? You have that thing of yours buried inside me, and you are bragging about other women."

"I am sorry Antonia, I lost my head. I will not do it again."

"Do it again, and it will not be your head you will lose."

"Are you feeling better now? Can we continue?"

"Do you think you will be able to keep your promise this time?"

"I will work overtime to get you there, I promise."

"Okay!"

He laid her down on the bed and slowly moved his rod inside her, trying to stimulate a response. He kissed her, lightly at first, and in incremental steps more passionately. He began moving his hips, only by fractions of an inch to start. He waited until he saw the fright in her eyes dissipate into one of acceptance, and then, into one of wonder. He began taking longer strokes and felt her lubricating juices warming his invading prick. She was not moving with him, yet, but the fear had vanished from her face and eyes. When he kissed her nose, she kissed him back, with the same magical feeling they had before he penetrated her. Her hands stroke his back and flanks. Her moans and groans spoke volumes, as her enjoyment grew. Then, she said, "Frank, I want to be on top. You are too heavy, and I cannot move you."

He said, "What?"

"Come on, Frank, you weigh a ton, let me be on top."

"Okay!"

Without batting an eyelash, Frank twisted over and was on his back. 

Antonia was astonished to be sitting on top of him, and making love from a totally different point of view. She put his hands on her breasts, and he immediately pinched her nipples. 

Instead of yelling at him, she purred. Then she put her hands on his chest, and began to rise and fall on the prong that was inside her. The first rise and fall was only an inch or so, and that worked out fine. She got braver and went higher the next time and the next. 

She decided she wanted to try the whole thing at one time, because pain was no longer an issue. She was enjoying the sensations that where building up inside of her. She raised herself all the way up and accidentally pulled up off of Frank's dick. She looked at it and said, "Whoops!" She grabbed it just below its head and rubbed it against her clit, which caused electric shocks to run through her body. She did it again, and moaned in ecstasy.

Frank put his arms behind his head and said, "Now, who is not playing fair?"

She looked at him and smiled. She rose up on her knees and placed the head of his dick at the entrance to her sheath. She took a deep breath, and plunged down on the monster until her body met his. She screamed in pain, and collapsed down on his chest.

Frank held her in his arms and tried to soothe her. The best any man can do in this situation is to stay quiet and rub the woman's shoulders or back, softly, until she starts coming around. Moments later, she sat up, looked at Frank, and said she was feeling okay. Stupid, but okay. 

She knew suicide was a mortal sin, but she said to herself, the next time she had an idiotic idea like that, she was going to shoot herself. The pain went away more quickly than she thought it would, because she was experiencing stimulation, from an outside source. She looked down at Frank, and saw his thumb was rubbing on her clit furiously. She was perspiring profusely and she began to move her hips up and down on his monstrous probe. He continued to diddle her distended clit. Her hips started moving in uncontrolled patterns and her orderly mind was no longer in control of any portion of her body. She plunged herself down, onto his monster, after every upward motion, with every ounce of power she had. She used her hips like battering rams and Frank could not believe the pounding he was taking. He was thinking about baseball, and not daring to think about her. If he let her enter his mind, he would have shot his load long ago. Now he was thinking of the Nineteen ninety World Series, and he was praying he had enough memories of it to keep him going, because he thought she was never going to run out of energy.

Antonia was lost in amaze of feelings, and lights. Every nerve ending in her body was firing and every color in the rainbow was visible in her mind's eye. The Aurora Borealis was dancing in her head, better than any disco ball ever livened up a dance hall. Frank had promised her, a trip to the stars, and he had delivered. She saw no reason to go home, until the music stopped playing; and the symphony was just playing the prelude. She had this feeling deep in her belly that kept rumbling and tumbling. It was telling her it was not satisfied. It wanted her to go further than she was. It kept telling her to go faster, farther, and harder, than she had ever gone. She had no idea what it was asking her to do, but she redoubled her efforts. 

Frank feared she was going to rip a layer of skin off his monstrous prong. He bit her nipple and Antonia screamed out in pleasure. She let out a flood of juices from her vagina, as she passed through a small, but significant orgasm. She did not miss a beat. She did not lose stride. She kept pressing forward. She looked for the next ring, she was supposed to grab, pressing ever higher, and higher for that thing her stomach was telling her was there. She got even with Frank by biting one of his nipples, hard. He screamed in pain. He arched his hips up and Antonia pounded hers down, on him, harder still. She moaned in ecstasy.

Frank was out of memories and his explosion was imminent. He did not want to disappoint her and leave her short of what she wanted. He grabbed her by her hips and flipped her over onto her back. She screamed, "No," until Frank's hips went into overdrive. Her legs wrapped around his waist like an octopus's tentacles. If she died in that position, they would have had to cut her legs off to get them from around his waist.

They drove their bodies at each other, with no regard for health, safety, or injury. She was like a rabid animal, biting his chest, and licking his face and neck.

Frank yelled out, "I am going to come."

Antonio yelled, "Not yet, one more minute, one more minute."

He replied, "I will try."

Shortly afterward, he yelled, "I cannot hold it. Here it comes, I am cumming."

Antonia yelled, "You pussy, hold it for another moment."

"I can't, it is too late. It is already on its way."

As soon as Antonia felt the first wave of Frank's sperm hit the back of her grotto, she felt an explosion go off in her head. She screamed at the top of her lungs. Her body went rigid, and every ounce of fluid that had built up in and around her pussy exploded outward. Antonia's honey drenched Frank's cock, balls, legs, and feet, as well as the sheets they were laying on. As he looked up as if up to see how she was, after inspecting the wetness down below, Antonia was asleep with the brightest smile he had ever seen, but she was still coming. He had never seen anything like it before. Her body was still trembling from the aftershocks, fluids were flowing out of her pussy, like a river and she was sound asleep. This was impossible. However, this was Antonia, and she was exceptional in every way. He thought, "That was a really nice way to put it." "Antonia was the 'devil reincarnate', but she was 'his devil' and he would do anything for her." After she woke up, he would spank her for calling him a pussy. As he thought about it, he decided he would spank her, just for the 'hell' of it. It would be more fun that way.

16. Can you make a deal with a 'She-Devil?'

Frank recognized the look on her face, as soon as she woke up. "Oh, God, not you. I will never get rid of you now."

Antonia was confused, so she asked him what was wrong.

He said, "You will find out as soon as you close your legs."

"Why not tell me now, and show me how smart you are."

"Baby, you are going to be addicted to sex. You are going to want it every moment of every day. You are going to be distracted by it, you are going to smell of it, and you are going to love it, more than breathing."

"Frank, how much more wonderful can life be for you. I was denied everything growing up. Now, I have a man that can satisfy me, and a life sentence that demands him to do so. I love it already."

"I hate it when you turn your problems over to me."

"I do not see it as a problem, Frank. You wanted to impregnate me, and this addiction gives you the perfect opportunity."

"I know Antonia, I know. Rule number three, "Begin with an end in mind."

"You should be proud of me Frank. I have learned everything you told me to learn. I put it into practice every time I can. I find it very useful in negotiations with you. As a matter of fact, every time I have used them against you, instead of looking for a Win/ Win scenario, I just walk away 'Winning!'"

"I hate you Antonia. I really, really hate you."

"I know Frank, isn't it wonderful?"

"I am going to take you over my knee, and spank you. Not for a particular reason, even though you have earned it, but just because I want to spank you."

"I knew that was coming, also. While I was sleeping, I heard you saying something about beating up a little girl. Since Celeste is not here, that left me."

Much to his surprise, Antonia crawled onto his lap, bottom up, with her hand under her chin, smiling. "After the pain you put me through breaking me open, a little spanking should be a breeze."

"You are going to ruin my entire life. Threatening little girls, like you, with the spanking, was the highlight of my day. Now you have taken that away from me. What good is the threat of pain, if it is not a threat? I told you, that you could fuck up a free lunch, and now you have done it. What am I going to do with you?"

She scampered up out of her position, and sat on his lap and kissed him. "You are going to marry me and give me your babies; not necessarily in that order. Then you are going to tell me the truth about whom you work for, because I do not want any lies between us. None at all, do we understand each other, Frank?"

"Yes dear, we understand each other. However, I have already told you the absolute truth. I have one job. I work for your father to protect you. That job and my income from the Veterans Administration, because of my injuries, are my only sources of income."

"Frank, do you remember the little game you played, on me, at the airport. You did not tell me the entire truth, and you said it was not exactly a lie. One day you are going to tell me the remainder of the story, and I will find out that you were telling me a 'un-truth.' You will say it was not a lie, due to a technicality, but, like Pinocchio your nose is going to grow, not by inches, but by feet at a time."




Why I Hated The Guy From The FBI Ch. 05



"But Antonia..." 

"Enough Frank; when the time comes we will discuss it. Then, I will spank you, and you will deserve it."

"Yes dear, whatever you say.

Antonia got up to go to the bathroom and she said, "Oh my God that feels good." She turned to Frank and smiled. "That thing had better be ready for action when I come back. I am horny and I want to get laid, immediately."

Frank sighed, "Why Lord, why did you do this to me. One hundred and five pounds of mental madness, and then you add a sex machine to make my day complete. I wanted to serve you as a priest. I purchased the books. I know the prayers. I know I could be a good servant to the people. Then you put one roadblock in my way. Antonia Caruso, my personal demon from hell."

From behind him, Antonia said, "I am not aDemon. I do not have horns. I am just horny. Fuck me and I will be all better."

Frank looked up into the morning sky and said, "Please Lord, make her disappear." 

He felt two arms wrap around his waist and a soothing female voice whispered into his ear, "How many times did you taunt me. How many times did you say to me that I was going to have to beg before you fucked me? How many times Frank? How many times did you want me in your bed, to ravish my body? Do you really want me to disappear? If you do, go to sleep. When you wake up, I will be gone. Of course, if you got me pregnant, your baby will be coming with me. However, you would not care, because you said you would fuck me without any mention of love or marriage. Just go to sleep Frank and your problems are over. Good night lover."

He turned around, grabbed her, and took her in his arms. He brought her over to his duffel bag and pointed to it. "The only way you are getting away from me, is like a cat. You are a demon. You are the devil, herself. You tempt me, as the devil tempted Jesus in the desert. Somehow, like the Lord, I will defeat you, or at least not lose to you. I will fuck you every day of my life, or until there are no more bullets in my gun. At that point, you will have to be satisfied with my fingers and my tongue."

"That is fine with me Frank. You have applied logic and rule number four perfectly. A Win/Win situation is the perfect solution for what ails me. Speaking of what ails me, your dick is still soft. I told you to have it ready for me, when I came back. You have disobeyed me, and I will have to spank you, later. Now, lie down, so I can make that thing stand up.

Frank lay down on the bed, expecting her to use her hands to build him up to an erection. He was incorrect.

Antonia lay between his legs and placed both hands around his limp member. When she licked the head of it, she heard Frank groan in a deep, shocked breath. Biology was one of her favorite subjects and she read the medical texts that included the areas where most of the nerve endings were in that appendage. She took advantage of those readings to drive Frank crazy. She licked the stem of his penis to increase blood flow to the object of her desire. She played with his 'magic marbles,' until his hips were no longer in contact with the bed. She knew she had one final thing to do, to complete her dominance over this monster. She opened her mouth as wide as she could, gulped, and slipped the head of his dick, into her mouth, but did not close it. She, suddenly, became afraid of Frank's hands. She removed his prick from her mouth and said to him, "Frank put your hands under your back and do not move them unless I say that you can." 

He did this without complaint, wondering what she was up to, however when he felt the head of his dick enter her mouth, again, he grabbed the sheets and was determined not to let them go.

She knew Frank had not showered after they had sex. When she closed her mouth, over the head of his penis, she tasted herself on him. The taste was sweet, like honey, and it lingered on her taste buds. However, that was not what she was here to do. She closed her eyes, and continued her downward movement on his dick, until she had four inches in her mouth. She had enough, and started to pull back. She had not gagged, but this was where she had set her fingers to block her from going any deeper. She tested the depth by moving up and down several times, getting groans from Frank, and wetness in her pussy. She moved her fingers two inches further down on his cock, and continued to suck him into her mouth. She felt him expand wider as she continued bouncing her head up and down on him. She pulled her head off him, immediately. "Are you getting ready to cum?"

"No, I am not even close," he said.

"Good. You had better warn me before you do, okay?"

"I promise to warn you."

"So help me God, Frank, if you do not warn me, I will bite it off."

"I told you I would never lie to you. I will warn you before I cum."

She placed his dick back into her mouth. She sucked his cock back into her mouth, going deeper and deeper, until she felt it hit the opening to her throat. She felt good about getting his dick this deep in her mouth, and did not intend to go any deeper, not now at least. Now she wanted him to feel good about what she was doing. She increased the pressure on his dick, by sealing her lips around it, like a vacuum. She played with his balls with one hand and removed the other down towards his anus. She could not believe she was doing this, but it was in the magazine, she was forced to read, while he was being fitted for his new clothes. She was about to see if it worked.

Frank was astounded that her first blow job was so wonderful. Her mouth was so small her teeth scraped the skin on his prick, sometimes. However, most of the time, she was as good as any girl he had had before. He could not believe he was grading her against all the other women in his life. If she ever found out about this, she would skin him alive. She was doing all the right things, when, out of the blue, he felt her move a hand towards his ass. He nearly came, without warning her. He felt her finger rim the ridge of his asshole and sometimes put pressure on the center of it. She never attempted to enter his body through that orifice, but she was stimulating his libido and he was quickly reaching the maximum heights of his pleasure. He said, "Antonia, I am very close. Be careful."

She nodded her head but she did not lift her head off his monster. She was enjoying the feeling she was getting from being in control of this beast. She had removed the hand that was controlling her depth and was stroking her clit and sheath, because she felt her fluids flowing out of her like a waterfall. She was so close to having her orgasm she worried about leaving Frank to continue on "by hand." He would have grounds kill her if she left him in that state, but what was a woman to do, when her body took over from her mind?

Her right hand was a blur as it attacked her clit and they would need a new mattress to sleep on tonight, because clean sheets would just get soaked when they touched the bed.

Her left hand was still playing with his asshole and she decided to try what the magazine told her would work to bring him off. She wet the index finger with some of her fluids, brought it back to his sphincter, and pushed until her finger was all the way in.

Frank's brain registered "Tilt!" His eyes closed tightly, along with his ass cheeks. He nearly pulled his arms out from under him, but instead yelled, "I'm coming!"

Antonia quickly removed her mouth from his prick, but left it close to it and open. Both hands came to the rescue and grabbed it, in a strangle hold, pointing it towards her open orifice, and waited. Her hands felt the first pulse, before the cream exited the slit in the end of his rod. It was a direct hit. She closed her mouth to swallow, when the second burst hit her in the lips, nose, and chin. She opened in time for the third volley, and stayed open to catch the fourth volley. However, when she closed to swallow, the fifth one smacked her in the face, again. She said, "Fuck it," as she kept pumping him until he was drained dry, and lying on the bed, dead to the world.

Her orgasm had hit her, also. Her thighs looked as if she had come out of a shower, and forgotten to dry herself. She was tired and her face was covered with his cream. She was not going to let him sleep, and get off easy. She crawled up beside him and rubbed her face against his, sharing his semen generously. She took some off her face with her fingers and put it on his fingertips. She looked at her artwork and was very pleased. She turned and went to take a shower.

Frank woke up several moments later, and heard the water running in the bathroom. His first thought was he had not slept that long. His second thought was, his face felt funny. It felt like something was dried on it. He raised his hands to his face to feel what was there and ran his fingertips over the affected area. He did not have a third thought. He simply yelled, "I am going to kill that woman." 

He went over to the alcove to look in the mirror and saw what she did to him. He laughed and shook his head. He could not let her get away with this. She said she did not care if he spanked her, but she did not know where he was going to do it. 

He heard the water in the shower turnoff and he waited by the door not making a sound.

Antonia finished drying herself and listened for sounds that would tell her if Frank had woken up. Hearing none, she opened the door, while putting a towel on her head. She screamed, when she was picked up, and carried her under one arm to the bed. "Frank, it was a joke. Let me down, Frank, please let me down."

"No, little girl, you have played your last trick on me without receiving retribution in-kind. I love you to death, and I know you are going to be the death of me. However, before I die. I know I am going to find a way to teach you a lesson you will not forget. I am going to spank you, while you are tied up, and you are going to cum, like you have never cum before."

"You moron, you do not have to tie me up for that. I will go quietly "into that good night." All you have to do is lead the way, and explain what you want me to do."

"No, my personal 'She-Devil,' even you might object to what I have in mind. Besides, just the thought of leaving you naked and tied up, while I go sightseeing, makes my heart sing with joy."

"You would not be that mean, Frank. We stopped here so I could see the 'Leaning Tower.'" 

"It will still be here in fifty years." 

She screamed as he put her on the bed and started tying her hands to the bed posts. She was as slippery as an eel, but he managed to finish those two items. However, her legs proved to be more dangerous, than her arms. Her kicks were extremely accurate and he was sure he would have a 'Black Eye' because of one of them.

She was making so much noise, that one of the managers of the Bed and Breakfast knocked on their door and asked them to be more considerate of the other patrons.

Frank opened the door a few inches and apologized for their behavior. He told the manager that they were newlyweds and he was tickling his wife. He said he would stop and the noise would stop, also.

The manager smiled at him when he heard they were newlyweds. He asked Frank, to keep the noise down, especially at night, when the guests are back. During the daytime, he said, have all the fun you want. It makes my wife and I feel young again.

Frank nodded and thanked the manager for his understanding, and closed the door. He went to his dresser and pulled out a pair of socks.

Antonia looked at him and said, "Leaving already Frank? I thought I was going to get punished first."

"You are princess. You know what I tell you when you talk too much?"

"You tell me a lot of things Frank, none of them complementary."

"My favorite one, Princess, is 'Put a sock in it,' and that is exactly what I am going to do."

Antonia screamed, "You would not dare." She closed her mouth like an iron trap, but Frank had seen this a thousand times before and had the answer at his fingertips."

"Princess, we can do this the easy way, the hard way, or my way. Anyway we do this; you are going to wind up with these socks in your mouth."

She immediately fell for his trap, when she opened her mouth and said, "Fuck you..." The last word never made it out of her mouth because the socks had been stuffed into it. Her eyes turned red, and he waited for her nose to breathe fire.

Frank looked at her and said, "Rule number three, my love; 'begin with end in mind.'"

She shook her head left and right and pulled on the ropes that kept her tethered to the bed, all to no avail.

"By now, my dear, you are wondering how I'm going to spank you when you are tied face up. You will notice I never told you what area of your body was going to be abused this afternoon. You will soon find out, and after I torture you, you will cum better than you did this morning."

Antonia tried to answer him, but all that came out was a series of mumbled and jumbled words.

He lay down beside her, took a breast into his mouth, and sucked on it gently. He waited until she moaned, and he bit her on her nipple. She screamed in pain. He looked at her, and smiled an evil smile. If looks could kill, Frank knew he was a dead man. He lay over her body and took the other breast into his mouth. She had no idea what was coming until it happened. Frank's hand spanked her right on her vulva.

Antonia's eyes opened wide, her brain registered shock, and then the pain set in. She screamed, but not a sound passed by the socks.

Even Frank understood what she was saying through the gag, and it was not complementary. He did it again, a little harder than the last time, and the scream that accompanied it was louder, also. 

Frank felt her sheath for signing of moisture and she was extremely wet. He looked at her and said, "Little Princess, your body is enjoying this. Are you?"

Her answer came back with a series of screams, threats, and curses that Frank barely understood. He adjusted his body over hers, moved his index finger into her vagina, and rubbed it against her clit, until it was fully distended. When it was, it peaked out from between her vaginal lips like a submarines periscope. Then Frank spank her pussy hard, ten times in succession. Antonia's hips thrashed upward; not realizing it was shortening the distance between the punisher in the area being punished. Her clit turned bright red, instead of its normal baby pink, her stomach had that odd feeling again, and she wanted nothing more than to reach down and help herself reach her next orgasm. However, she was tied up, like a prized turkey, and she could not touch herself. She had to depend on 'Him' to get her there, and he was punishing her for what she did. She had a choice to make and while she was thinking about it, everything else in her body calmed down, and the pain went away. She went to rule number one: Be Proactive. Okay, she thought, I can do one of two things:

I can become the perfect partner. I can cater to him, as my mother caters to my father, and have a long mediocre marriage, filled with lonely days and passionless nights. 

On the other hand, I can continue to aggravate him to the point of distraction. If I do this, I risk losing him if I go too far. However, our love will rage like a forest fire, for as long as we are together. I can wind up, like I am now, tethered to a bed, while he punishes me, for a real or perceived insult, or I can watch him smolder as he thinks about what I am doing to his mind.

It may have taken another five minutes of thinking about what she wanted out of life and how she wanted to go about it, but all she wound up doing was verifying what she knew she wanted and what she wanted was Frank. Now she had to convince him of the way she wanted to live her life and if he could take it. She was his forever, if not, it might be better if they parted now. It would be too hard to break up later.

When she finished, she realized she had gone through all five rules, and her decision was made easy. As she refocused on the present, Frank was looking at her. He asked, "Where the hell did you go?"

She answered, "Mumble, mumble, mumble, mumble; jumble, jumble."

He pulled the socks out of her mouth and asked her again, "Where did you go?"

"I had a decision to make. The more I thought about it, the answer became clearer. I have never seen anything so clear in my entire life. Thank you, Frank."

"Thank you, Frank? I was causing you exquisite pain. You came like an elephant, but all you can remember is, you had a decision to make and you saw it clearer than anything in your life. I should kill you right now. It will save me the trouble of doing it later."

"That was my decision, Frank."

"Okay, you have my attention. What was going on in that little head of yours?"

"I had to decide what to do about you and me. I could be a good little girl, and cater to you, night and day. On the other hand, I could be the bitch that I am, and drive you absolutely buggy. One way we could have a long, secure, life together. The other way we have two choices: First, we can part immediately, before it becomes impossible to make a break because it would hurt too much for either of us and we would wind up like decision number one. Second. On the other hand, we could burn like a forest fire that was out of control. I chose the second one because I do not want to live a mediocre life. I have done that already, and I do not want to do it again. When it becomes too much for you, you can walk out on me any time you want. I will not hold you back. I hope you can live with my decision." 

Frank tapped her on the top of her head. He said, "Hello in there. Is anyone home? How many times do I have to tell you, the only way you are going to get rid of me, is to tell me to leave? Barring that, you are stuck with me for life. If it is a forest fire you want, you know we have that going for us. You have only scratched the surface of sexual knowledge. Wait until you learn how much more there is to it. You have already surprised me with what you have attempted to do. I cannot wait to see what you will do with the things I will teach you, and what you will read about. You are mine and I am yours. The children will be ours. We will find out about all your concerns from the U.S. Embassy, when we get to Milan. Do you have any questions?"

"When am I getting married?"

"When I am good and ready, Antonia."

"Remember the birth certificate."

"Stop threatening me."

"It was not a threat. It was a reminder. In addition, I do not want a gold wedding band. I want a platinum band, to go with the Diamond Ring you are going to buy me."

"Oh fuck, you are really going to be a princess, aren't you?"

"I could be an Italian American Princess."

"Why can't you just be normal?

"If I was normal, you would not love me the way you do. I would be boring and not worthy of the last line in your fifteenth book."

"I am burning those damn books and keeping you."

"You cannot do that. When I sit down with Donna, I want to show her those books so we can go over all the names. If we recognize anyone we can blackmail them for the rest of their lives."

"Let me see your head again, I want to make sure horns are not sprouting out. You have to be the devil."

"Why me, I did not screw any of those girls and take away their virtue. You did that all by yourself, and you kept a record of your victories."

"I hate you, Antonia, and I hate the day I taught you those rules."

"Sometimes, husband, even positive things have negative results. By the way, is that thing ready yet, I am horny, again and I need to get laid."

"You just came ten minutes ago, and you are horny again. What are you going to do if we are outside, and this feeling hit you?"




Why I Hated The Guy From The FBI Ch. 06



Note: This story has no basis in fact. It is a fiction. A fantasy totally from the recesses of a mind that is sometimes called into question, whether it is rational, or not. Please read it from a slightly askew point of view, because that is the way it is written. Enjoy. 

The writer retains all rights to the work. 

*

Chapter 16. Our ship comes in.

(FBI listening post, South Brooklyn) Good evening Don Alberto, how are you. 

Wonderful Anthony, wonderful; how are you tonight. 

"We have had a wonderful day, and we have wonderful news. All of our nieces and nephews are doing well, and they should arrive tomorrow on schedule in Newark. All their travel documents are taken care of, and their arrival at home should be no more than six hours afterwards. After everyone has rested overnight, we will have brunch, so everyone can be introduced properly. Afterwards the marriages can begin. I know it is a bit hasty, but these marriages have been arranged since their birth, and there is no sense putting it off any longer. The judges will be there, along with the notary publics to make the paperwork official, and each couple will file it themselves at City Hall. Do you agree Don Alberto?"

"Yes, Anthony, but how are you going to get sixty couples to the site. I do not want them squeezed into buses."

"After their long voyage, neither would I. They will be going in limousines, two couples in each. The limousines will be fully stocked with soft drinks and food. We do not want anyone to be inebriated, before the ceremony."

"That was very thoughtful of you Anthony, very thoughtful." 

For the next two hours, the FBI continued to listen to this tape run, thinking that Anthony Caruso and Alberto DiAngiolla were actually in the room talking about some nieces and nephews getting married in the United States. Actually, they were in a sub-basement of a building across the street from them, and the subject was oil, "Olive Oil." One gallon of olive oil equaled one kilo of cocaine. The oil was so pungent the dogs could not smell the drug through it. The Italian government was happy because oil exports were up and so were the fees they collected. The shipping lines were happy because they had more freight to carry. The dockworkers were happy at both the loading and unloading ends. The only problem Anthony had was figuring out what to do with the olive oil. He could not dump it, he could not burn it, and he could not give it away. If Italian restaurants stopped buying olive oil, someone was going to ask why. He did not want that to happen. There had to be another use for olive oil, other than for salads and for cooking. Then, Willie Nelson answered his prayers. "Bio-diesel." It was perfect. He could truck the oil to the Midwest and sell it to the processors for the best price available. It did not matter if he took a loss, broke even, or made a profit on the oil; he just wanted to get rid of it. His plan was now perfect. He had the drugs, he had the medium to ship it in safely, and they had away to dispose the evidence. Best of all, it would all be taken care of 'in house.' They did not have to go to anyone on the outside, and asked to use any of their assets. It was a perfect set-up, and it was Anthony Caruso's baby. 

As they made their way, back through the secret passage Alberto and Anthony were very happy with one another. The combination of the two families was working out extremely well. There had been no friction, with the other families. Both men had lain down the law to their own people. Show proper respect for their neighbors, and if necessary back away, rather than cause an incident. 

As they entered the room, talking with one another, the person in charge of the tape recorder pushed a button to stop it. The machine made a loud click that no one paid attention to, except the nerd on the third floor of the building across the street, who had been listening for three hours, drinking bad coffee and reading a newspaper. 

He yelled to his partner, "Steve, play that back, now."

"Why Ron, what happened?"

"I think we have been had."

Steve rewound the tape thirty seconds and played it back slowly. Both men heard the click, and looked at each other. Steve said, "Those bastards were not even there. It was a waste of our time."

"No. Steve it was not a waste of time. They know that we know where they hang out. They do not know that we know they have another hiding place. Now we have to find the hiding place and get a bug in there."

"Oh, fuck; another warrant. If I have to look that judge in the face one more time, I am going to throw up."

"I know the judge, and I know you. If I have a choice of looking at either of you all day, I would pick him. He's prettier."

"You better run you son of bitch, if I catch you, I will take your head off."

"Catch me? You need me to tie your shoes for you. You cannot see your toes anymore."

"Remember who signs your fitness reports."

"Remember who has the keys to the car."

"Okay, wise ass, let's pack up, and get the hell out here, before I hand you your grape nuts."

"Yes, your chubbiness. Am I buying the donuts tomorrow or are you? 

"It is my turn. Dunkin Donut's or Krispy Crème?"

"You are management, you decide."

"Okay."

(FBI Field Office Brooklyn)

Okay boys and girls settle down. We have two things on the docket today. First: Intel says there is amajor drug load supposed to come in to the Newark docks tonight. Work everyone; do not leave any stone unturned. Try to find out what containers the drugs are hidden in. Get us a lead. The source says there could be up to ten tons of cocaine coming in. I do not want that shit hitting the streets. Everyone is on alert. Manhattan, NYPD, New Jersey, DEA, and Coast Guard, everyone will be out in force. You will not be going home until every container, pallet, bulkhead, and room has been searched. I will buy breakfast for the team that finds it."

The room burst out into a good natured laugh, when they heard their chief say that to them.

"Second: Thanks to some good fieldwork, we now know where Alberto DiAngiolla has his secret hideaway. We will be bugging it sometime within the next few days and hopefully get some good Intel from it. I want that bastard in jail before he dies of old age. If we take him down, we may also be able to get Caruso. I do not think the kids are involved, yet, especially not the girl. However, Vincent bears watching. We are going to have one of our younger agents become friendly with her, and keep track of both of them. We will see if anything happens during this coming semester. Okay, hit the streets, see your people, come up with some leads, and let's find those drugs."

As darkness fell, the S.S. Nothengrabsus moored at Newark docks, and started to unload the truck beds that were stacked twenty high. When each bed was attached to atruck, the seals were checked, the dogs were all over them, and they were scanned by imaging machines. It was a ballet performed by husky men, who used crude language to move the world's commerce from point to point. Tonight it was just a little different. For every stevedore, there was a cop. Nothing moved unless it had been checked and rechecked by a member of the police. 

It did not matter if it had been checked once, and tagged. It could be checked asecond, third and fourth time, before it left the port. The Intel was good, and they were certain the drugs were on this ship.

When the cargo started to come out of the holds of the ship, the authorities were even more careful. The pallets, although sealed in plastic and checked at their ports of departure, they were checked and rechecked here. This was easier for the dogs. The men checked for signs of tampering and the machines could see more clearly. Everything was clean.

The stevedores did not mind working longer hours. By morning, they were working double double-overtime, and visions of their next paycheck had them smiling. The longer they stayed on the job, the more money they made. It was the same for the truckers and other dockworkers.

When the last room was searched, the dogs were exhausted, and so their handlers. They had come up with nothing. The ship was clean, except for some personal use marijuana. It was a useless night. Everyone from the top brass, down to the lowest rookie was pissed. The ship had been tracked by satellite and nothing had been thrown overboard, as it approached land. The Intel had come from an inside source, whose record had been near 90 percent in the past. How could he have been so wrong on a shipment this large?

When they contacted him in Italy, he assured them that the shipment was on board that vessel. He could not understand how they could have missed it.

Two weeks later, the price of cocaine in the New York metropolitan area had fallen by fifteen percent. It was a sign that a major shipment had arrived in the area. 

At an Italian restaurant, in the Little Italy area of Brooklyn, a chef opened a can of olive oil and it did not pour out properly. He used a large knife to pry open the top of the can and looked inside to see what the problem was. He closed the can and made a phone call.

Twenty minutes later, two men who worked for Anthony Caruso walked in the back door of the restaurant and met with the chef. The chef handed them the can, and showed them the contents. The men asked him to open another can and the results were the same. They continued until they ran out of olive oil. They told the chef he would be handsomely rewarded, and to buy some olive oil locally.

When Tony Caruso was informed, he was livid. How could this have happened? Every palate had a control number on it. They were supposed to be checked in by computer. Whoever had screwed up would be fish food in the morning. 

He never went near the Yonkers warehouses himself, not even in situations like this. He had people that did this. He made a phone call to his lawyer. "Tim, get your ass up to Yonkers and find out who misplaced a pallet of olive oil. One of our customers is outraged that is shipment is missing."

"Yes sir." Tim knew the tone of voice, and niceties were not necessary. He grabbed an accountant from the outer office and got into his Jag and started the trip up I-95 and the cross the George Washington Bridge, up to Yonkers. 

The warehouse was huge. It contained everything from cornflakes, and toilet paper, to cleaning products and olive oil. Olive oil was nearly inaccessible, in the back of the warehouse, because it moved very slowly. However, it was stacked so each pallet had its identification number, facing outward. It was not guarded because that would have brought suspicion to it. At night, legitimate looking supermarket trucks, would backup to the loading docks, fill up with the olive oil, and drive away to a destination, so secret, only five drivers were used. Each driver made two runs per night and earned one thousand dollars per run.

When they arrived at the metal shops, the oil was siphoned off into the tanker, the drugs removed and taken off-site. The cans chopped into scrap and melted. In the early morning hours, the oil tanker made its way to Kansas City.

Each barcode from each pallet was saved for identification purposes. When Tim got to the warehouse, the accountant got to work using his scanner. Four hours later he told Tim the bad news, one full pallet was missing, and gave him the code number. Four hundred cans, four hundred kilos of cocaine were missing. Tony would go ballistic. Not so much at the loss of the cocaine, but his plan would be blown, if someone turned in a can of the oil to the police. They had to find those cans. The good news was the first cans were found in Brooklyn. That meant the pallet was in Brooklyn. They had manpower available and they had a network available to help them. They had to watch out for snitches, because they worked both ways. If one of them got in trouble, they could tell the cops what we were looking for, and why. This had to be done quickly, not necessarily quietly, but quickly. He called Tony.

"What!"

"Tony calm down."

"Don't you dare tell me to calm down?"

"This is what we have to do. We know the oil is in Brooklyn. We have the manpower and the goodwill in Brooklyn to take care of this quickly. We put out the word that the oil is no good. Do not use it. We will collect it and exchange it at no charge. We will give out an eight hundred number and have them call us. We will have our guys go to every Italian restaurant in Brooklyn to see if they received oil in the last two weeks. They will part with it, one way, or the other." The oil does not go to supermarkets. It goes to specialty Italian stores. It will be easy enough for us to get there. We have to do this now. Let me take care of it. It will be on the news tomorrow morning get our guys going today."

"Now I know why I pay you so much money. Good boy, Tim, get going."

The hunt was on. Nearly 900 men from the Caruso and DiAngiolla families hit the streets of Brooklyn from one end to the other. The other families were advised, of the problem. They added their manpower to the search. A small army, in search of four hundred, one gallon, cans of olive oil. Three hundred and ninety-nine would not do.

Estelle Beauchamp did her Saturday morning shopping, at the large grocery store like everyone else. However, for her veal cutlets, sausage links, pancetta and other Italian specialties, she went to Fusco's Italian market. The lines were often fourteen deep and everyone took anumber, sat down at the tables and drank a free cup of coffee or espresso. Today, with her order, she also took agallon of Mama's Olive Oil. It would be her last day on Earth.

She got home, put the groceries away, and decided to make the veal cutlets for dinner. She did not listen to the radio, nor watch television to hear about the recall of the oil, because she liked to listen to the recordings of Andrea Bocelli, and Luciano Pavarotti.

At Fusco's market, the check-out girl remembered selling agallon of Mama's Olive Oil to Mrs. Beauchamp and using the telephone number on the back of her check, called her to advise her not to use it. She was told that two gentlemen from the Olive Oil Company would be there to exchange it personally for two free gallons, within a half-hour.

The men asked for the check, Mrs. Beauchamp had used to pay for her groceries, and paid cash for them instead. As they reached their car, they called an associate and gave them a description of the checkout girl, and told him to get rid of her fast. She was the only link between the oil and the Beauchamp woman. 

When Mrs. Beauchamp opened the door, two well-dressed men introduce themselves to her as representatives of Mama's oil. They apologized for any inconvenience this situation may have put her through, and would like to give her the two gallons of oil they had brought with them. She invited them in for a cup of coffee, which they accepted. She handed them the bad is gallon of oil and they immediately noticed that it had been opened.

They asked her if she had used any of the products.

"No," she replied, "however, when I stuck the opener into the can, it came out with acurious white powder on it. I could not imagine what it was. I was going to call the store and complain, when they called me."

"We are so glad that you did that Mrs. Beauchamp. It is the powder from a mushroom that grows in our olive orchards, and when accidentally mixed in, when we press the olives for their oil, it can be deadly."

"Oh my goodness," she said, "you must be exceedingly careful when you press your olives."

"Estelle, I am home."

Estelle said to the two men, "That will be my husband, Richard, getting home from work."

When Richard turned the corner, he said, "Holy shit," as he reached for his gun.

"Estelle, get down."

The two men at the table did not recognize Richard Beauchamp, but they recognized a cop, when they saw a cop.

The bullets started flying, both ways. Richard was out in the open, as was Estelle. The two men hid behind the table. It did not help them, as they both fell dead, behind it. Unfortunately, so did Estelle Beauchamp, not from a bullet, but from a flying piece of glass from the shattered table. Richard was hit by four bullets. Two were serious wounds; and if his neighbor had not been an EMT, they would have ended his life. The other two bullets hit his left arm, shattering the radius bone. It put him behind a desk, at the FBI, for several years. As he lay bleeding on the floor, he could not help but wonder what those two gangsters were doing at his home, having coffee, with his wife.

When the names of the two hoods hit the airways, Tony Caruso knew what had happened. His foolproof plan had been found out, after its first successful run. He still did not know who had screwed up and lost the pallet. It paled in significance to the loss of money and influence he would have gained with the other families, had he been able to continue this venture for years. After Albert passed away, he would be the Don over sixty percent of Brooklyn, and nobody would mess with him, ever again.

Word started trickling back through several sources that the police had searched the home. Two days later, pictures of the crime scene were allowed out, as was standard police procedure. There, on the counter, was an unopened can of Mama's olive oil. In the same frame, sitting on the table were two unopened cans of Olive Oil. The entire room was still surrounded by yellow crime scene tape and every feeler he sent out had come back negative, about drugs being found at the scene. 

Tony was still not convinced. He smelled a rat and he did not like it, not one bit. It was too easy to stage. He needed to get the code number from the side of the can of oil. The picture was not good enough for computer enhancement, so he was back to square one. Then he smiled and said, "Not if your tenants have a roach problem." He picked up his cell phone and made a call.

Three days later, a well-respected pest-control company, 'Nuzzle Nollen', received a call, from a Tenant's Association, advising them that they had a roach problem, and apparently, their last spraying was ineffective.

The office manager said that he would be out to inspect it, immediately. If the problem were as bad as the tenants said, the company would need access to every apartment, so it could do a complete spraying of the building, the next day. As per the terms of the contract, there would be no charge for this service.

One of Tony's captains gave the manager ten grand and left.

The following morning, 12 men, dressed in 'Nuzzle Nollen' uniforms, arrived at 8 a.m. ready to take on the twenty-two story building. They covered their heads and ears, with white caps put their re-breather's on, and went to the roof. They were told there was a good chance they would be videotaped, while they were working, and not to take off their rebreathers. Spray everything, the baseboards, the ceiling vents, the closets, the kitchen appliances, the garbage receptacles. Do not miss anything. Do an especially good job in the kitchen. Get up onto the counter, and do the top of the cupboards. Make sure one guy blocks the air vent in the kitchen, while the other switches the oil. Do it quick, do it clean, and do not be nervous. You are all the same relative height and weight. You are all wearing gloves. They cannot arrest all of you. They cannot prove which one you removed it, unless you tell them. Throw it into the incinerator shaft quickly. Our guys will be there to get it, and get it out of the building quickly.

It worked like acharm, except for one thing. The FBI put a tracking device in the seal around the base of the can. It would activate in two hours. 

Unfortunately for the FBI, in two hours, the drugs were removed, the oil was on its way to Kansas City, and the can was chipped and in a smelter. The Feds had no idea what went wrong. "The bigger the beast, the slower it moved, or so they thought." 




Why I Hated The Guy From The FBI Ch. 06



They did learn several things, however. Their informer was correct. The drugs did come in on that ship. The dogs could not pick up the scent of the drugs, through the olive oil. The scanners had missed the drugs. They would check the machines, immediately. They had to notify their counterparts, in Italy, about the method used to transport the drugs, the brand name, and point of manufacture on the can. They did not know what 'Family' thought the scheme up, but they had a very good idea, because it happened in Brooklyn. They needed someone to infiltrate this operation, and it had to be in Italy. It had to be someone above suspicion, and could move around freely.

At the next meeting, the chief posed these problems to his agents, and reminded them, that time was not on their side. 

"Does anyone have any ideas?

Two agents said, "How about Frank Gennaro?"

"Who?"

"The agent you had us fire, because of budget cuts. He was the guy inside Tony Caruso's house, ostensibly guarding his daughter, but he was making nice with Tony. He is in Italy with her now, under the protection of Tony's family, while she goes to school." 

"You idiots let me fire him."

"We asked you, nicely, not to do it sir, but you would not listen to us."

"When do I ever listen to you two?"

"Sir, you never listen to us, and for good reasons."

"Good answer, Gomes. I will get him back on the payroll, and give him his marching orders, within the week."

"Sir, Caruso was paying him two grand a week to guard his daughter. It is a very easy job. What if he says no?"

"If I remember correctly, he was a Marine; right?"

"Yes sir, he was."

"He will not say no, when his country needs him."

Someone in the room said, "Bullshit," under his breath.

The chief yelled, "Who said that?"

Everyone in the room raised their hands.

The chief said, "Wise asses," as he left the room.

18. Unprotected Sex or I am going to get you pregnant!

"How are you feeling, Frank?"

"I am not talking to you, Antonia. I have not slept in two days, and my dick feels like someone has run it through a blender."

"Awww! Did I hurt the big, bad man?"

"I told you, that you are the devil reincarnate. When we get to Milan, I am buying crucifixes, and putting them all around the apartment. I need all the protection I can get from you."

"Frank, I thought you were supposed to be protecting me?"

"If someone kidnapped you, with in one week they would be begging me to take you back. They would even pay me to take you back."

"You should be ashamed of yourself. All the talk about molesting me, doing those nasty things to me, and when you finally get the chance to do them, that monster of yours cannot stay awake. I have to do everything in my power to wake him up. Then all he does is disappoint me."

"You lying sack of shit. You have never been left wanting for an orgasm. You have always cum, screaming at the top of your lungs."

"Yes, Frank, I am screaming at the top of my lungs. I am screaming for more, because you are giving me less than I want."

"Antonia, if I were you, I would go to the back of the airplane and not talk to me, until we land in Milan. If you keep aggravating me the way you are, instead of flying north, I will turn west, over the water. Then, I will throw you into it, and see if you can swim to shore."

"I told you Frank; a 'Forest Fire.'" Whenever you feel that you want to quit, I will not hold you back. You have lasted a whole two days so far. I am very proud of you. I will miss you when you go, but I will understand that I have worn you out."

"Move to the back of the airplane, before I rape you where you are."

"May I remind you, sir, you have never had to take anything, from a woman, she has not offered freely. Now you are threatening to rape me, because I am too much woman for you."

"I hate you Antonia. I really, really, really hate you."

"They say that hate is the closest thing to love, Frank. You know how much you love me."

"I do not know if I should burn the books first, or you. Maybe I should use the books to burn you. Either way, I should burn you both, at the stake."

"Can I have marshmallows and melted chocolate, please?"

Frank grumbled, and shook his head. He reached over to the copilot seat and grabbed her. She screeched as he pulled her out of her seat, over the center console, and into his lap.

"Listen to me, my one hundred pound weakling, if you keep this up, you will travel in my duffel bag, in the cargo bay." When he finished his threat, his mouth threatened to eat her face, with his kisses. He did not miss one spot. She could not stop laughing, when he got to her ears. She found out that she was extremely ticklish there, and he took full advantage of it. 

Her gyrations caused him to get hard and she asked, "Is that what I think it is?"

Fearfully, Frank replied, "No, you just have my shorts and abunch."

"Frank, you have just lied to me again. That is two lies in two days."

"This one was because I did not want to die."

"But what a way to die, Frank. When you meet your friends in heaven, and they ask you how you passed away, you can tell them it was in the arms of a little girl. They will give you their wings, in addition to your own."

"You even think like the devil. You could sell a used car to aused car salesman."

Not understanding what the metaphor was, Antonia asked him, "Is that hard to do, Frank?"

He laughed so hard, he nearly knocked her off his lap. He had to grab her, and pull her back to his chest, before she disengaged the autopilot.

"Baby, you have to stop doing that to me. You are going to give me a heart attack."

"Why, Frank, I do not understand?"

"You are so gullible in the ways of the world. People are going to try to take advantage of you, for a very long time."

"Then tell me about the used car salesman, and we can check that one off the list."

Frank spent the next ten minutes telling her about used car salesmen and unscrupulous mechanics. How they take advantage of people, especially women, who do not know anything about cars.

When he was finished speaking, Antonia's mouth hung open in disbelief. "They really do that to people?"

"They not only do it, but they laugh all the way to the bank."

"Isn't it illegal for them to do that?"

"Yes, it is, but only if they get caught doing it."

"Those bastards should be taken out behind their places of business and killed."

"Antonia, do you think the punishment you just handed out, fits the crime?"

"Frank, if they only did it to one person, no. However, if they have been doing it to hundreds of people, over the course of many years, then I believe the punishment fits the crime."

"I hope you never become a judge, and I steal a box of one hundred paper clips. You would tell me, before sentencing, if I had stolen one paperclip it would have been okay. However, I stole ninety-nine more and therefore I am sentenced to life imprisonment."

"Maybe not life imprisonment, Frank, but at least twenty years."

He started tickling her ears, and she started screaming and wiggling like a worm in his lap. He had not expected his body to react so quickly, but it did, and she noticed.

"Do not tell me your shorts are in a bunch, Frank. I know what I am feeling, and I want it, now."

"You are insatiable. I should never have taken your cherry. I was safer around you before I did. My prick has lost two layers of skin, in the past two days, since we started screwing. Very soon, I expect that it will be bleeding, because of overuse."

"Bullshit! According to you and your mother, you had to keep a schedule, to keep your bimbos apart. I give you twenty minutes or more between our sessions. I give you more time when you fake that you are sleeping. I do not want anyone else, but you Frank. So hurry up and get me pregnant, then you can leave and live your own life. I will have one of my father's people guard me after that."

"I am not leaving you, ever. I may hate you forever. I may tell you that I hate you every day of our lives together. However, when you go to sleep at night, and when you wake up in the morning, the face you are going to see is mine."

"Are you threatening me, Frank, or are you going to get plastic surgery, so I can bear looking at that face?"

"When we get on the ground, you are going to get such a spanking."

"Oh goodie!"

Frank squeezed her to his chest and said, "I give up. I do not have a clue what to do with you."

"Just love me and protect me, Frank. I will take care of everything else, I promise. You will never have to work a day in your life, and I do not mean because my father is paying you. I can do things that will astound you. One day I will prove it to you." 

"I do not want to be hypnotized."

"I cannot hypnotize people, Frank. I can do something, and if my father knew about it, he would never let me out of his sight."

"Do you want to give me a hint?"

"No, because you are a blabbermouth. You could not keep a secret, if my life depended on it."

"You should only know Antonia, you should only know."

"Good old Frank. All talk, and no proof."

He kissed her, fervently, spank her hard with his right hand, picked her up and put her back in her seat. He told her to buckle up, and be good, or he was going to fuck her in the ass, like did Celeste.

Antonia looked at him and smiled. "Will you do it now?"

Frank threw his head back and said aloud, "God, forgive me for what I was thinking."

"Okay, out with it. What were you thinking of doing to me?"

"It had nothing to do with you, Antonia, and it is none of your business."

"Come on Frank. You know you are going to tell me. Tell me now, and get it off your chest."

"I thought about our children and what it would be like with us as parents. The arguing they would hear during the day, and the sex they would hear during the night. I thought it would be better, if they were never born'."

"Frank, I am going to be a wonderful parent. You are going to be as free as a bird, to do what you wish. Your name is not going to be on the birth certificate. If you want to visit, you will always be welcome. I told you, you would never have to work, and I will keep that promise. You can stay with your parents or any place else. It is fine with me. Within the next year, or so, I will be independently wealthy, and I will be able to hire my own security force. My father will no longer be a problem. Hopefully, I will have at least one, possibly two children that I will adore."

"Antonia, now who is talking out of both sides of her mouth and has no proof."

"Prior to getting to Pisa, Frank, who thought I would be a nymphomaniac, and take two layers of skin off your dick?"

"Please do not remind me, it still hurts."

She sat back in her seat, and laughed an evil laugh, that made him shudder. 

When he looked at her, he was sure he saw the beginning signs of horns growing on her head. He asked God to protect him, because he could not live without her.

The flight from Pisa to Milan was only one hundred and seventy-five miles, and they landed at 1:30 AM local time. They took a hotel room, in the center of the business district, signing in as husband and wife, on a honeymoon shopping trip.

The desk clerk smiled and upgraded their room to a mini-suite. Frank gave her a Fifty Euro tip for her kindness, and thanked her profusely She asked them to wait for one second, and she upgraded them again to a full suite. Antonia shouted with glee and ran around the clerks' desk, and hugged the woman. Frank continued to tip generously to everyone who serviced their needs. He ingratiated himself to the staff, and he was assured a bit of the anonymity he requested. 

When they settle down in the suite, and their clothes were put away, Antonia yelled, "I am ready Frank. Hurry up!"

He groaned, quietly, "I am twenty-five. I am at the peak of my sexual years. She does not reach hers for another twenty years. I will be dead by then. Happy, but dead." 

He walked into the bedroom. Her knees were at the edge of the bed, her ass was in the air, and her head was on a pillow, with her arms tucked underneath. 

"If Celeste can take it, so can I!" Frank fell backwards faking a faint. 

Antonia did not buy it, not for one second. "Get over here, Frank and do your duty."

Frank yelled, "Lord, please take me now, it will be less painful."

Antonia let out a laugh, and continued, "If you do Lord, you had better send a replacement. I am horny, and you made me this way."

Frank raised his head, looked at her, and said, "You have the nerve to make a bargain, with God?"

"I was not the one that made the bargain, you were. Think about it Frank. All I asked for was a replacement, because of the way he made me."

Frank thought about what he had said and nodded. "I hate you Antonia I really, really, really, really, really hate you. I should never have taught you those damn rules, bought you those books, and made you so smart. Every time I say something without thinking about it first, you feed it back to me like a cement sandwich. I do not like eating my own words. I have never had to do that before I met you. I am going to build a time machine, and bring it back to the day before your father offered me this job. I am going to run into the sewers of New York and live with the alligators as my pets."

He could not believe her answer. "There really are alligators living in the sewers of New York?"

He walked over to her and began spanking her bottom with a fervor he had not felt in weeks. When he stopped, he shook his head, because Antonia was wracked by a major orgasm. Her pussy was flooded, her thighs glistened with fluid, her eyes were peacefully glazed, and her face had a smile a mile wide.

"Thank you, Frank. I needed that, but I want to know about the alligators?"

Frank raised his hand, and tried to bring it down, but he just could not do it. He gave up. He sat down beside her and pulled her up onto his lap. "Baby, if there was a twenty foot alligator living in the sewers of New York, the two foot-long rats would have eaten it for breakfast by now. Please do not ask about the two foot long rats, because they are there."

"There is so much that I have to learn Frank." She buried her head in his chest, and smiled, "I hope you will stick around for a little while, and teach me."

"I would beat you, to within an inch of your life, if I did not believe you would enjoy it. How many times do I have to tell you, I am not leaving? As hard as it is for you to believe me, because you have made me lie to you, I am going to be here to protect you and my children for as long as I live."

"Frank, you know the conditions for them being called 'your' children. Until I have that little band of platinum around my finger, they are going to be 'my' children."

"You are disgustingly anal."

"I was already in that position, but you spanked me, instead."

"Little girl, the pain you felt when I took your virginity would not compare to the pain you would feel if I would go up your ass. Celeste was not an anal virgin. I was nearly too much for her to take. I would rip you apart. I will not do that to you, because you would be in the hospital afterwards. Any man would be thrilled to be first to go up there. It will not be me, because I know better. I am too big by half to do that to you. You can try it with a dildo, or banana and then graduate to a cucumber, but you still would not be able to take me up your bottom. You are too tiny, and I absolutely refuse."

"You did not say I could not try a smaller man to do it."

"We are not married, yet, and if that is what you want to do, go for it."

"Poor Frank, I just hurt his feelings. He wants me all to himself, even though we are not married."

"Where did you get that idea, smart ass?"

"Let me see? If it was not you, that said it, and it was not me, that said it, Celeste must have said it."

"I am going to kill that woman. She cannot keep her mouth closed about anything."

"Yes she can Frank. I watched her do it on you."

"You little minx. Your mind is always in the gutter."

"It is not Frank, it is in bed, thinking of you being fellated, by her."

"I am sorry, Antonia. You are going to have to go down in your vocabulary again. What was that word you were avoiding, again?"

"You know what she was doing to you Frank. You were moaning and groaning all over the bed."

"Say the words, Antonia, before I wash your mouth out with soap."

"Reverse psychology, I like that Frank. The nuns used to do it, when we used bad language. Now you will do it if I do not use bad language. Very cagey, old man."

"This old man is going to get the soap, if you do not say what she was doing to me."

"She was giving you ablow job, Frank. Are you happy now?"

"Was it so hard for you to use the vernacular?"

"I do not like to use it. I would prefer to use proper language, except when I am in bed with you. Then, the rational part of my brain turns off and my 'Id' takes over. Every fantasy I have ever had comes to the fore and I let it play out to the fullest." 

"Well, wake up your 'Id,' you are going to get fucked. I am the 'fucker' and you are the 'fuckee'; you can be on top if you want."

"Frank, until one hundred and five pounds can lift two hundred and thirty pounds of dead weight, I want to be on top."

"As soon as we move in to the apartment, Antonia, we will start you on a weightlifting program. It should only take ten or fifteen years to build up enough muscle on that tiny frame to make that happen."

"Frank, you are so mean. I thought I would be able to do it in six or eight months."

"Baby, in six or eight months, you may be able to pick up the bar the weights go on, without assistance."

"When I get your dick in my pussy, I am going to break it off."

"What will you do then, without your favorite toy?"

"I will have it stuffed and finally make it man size. I will keep it in the freezer to make sure it does not deteriorate and bring it down to room temperature before I use it."

"Now, who is being mean?"

"Who said a short time ago 'I hate you Antonia, I really, really, really, really, really hate you."

"That sounds like something I would have said to you. However, someone said to me last night that hate is the closest thing to love."

"Frank, I hate eating my own words."

"Antonia, I heard those exact words, a short time ago."

"There must be an echo in this room. Let's fuck and see if it goes away."

"You just used bad language, when you did not have to Antonia."

"I am in bed with you, so who the fuck cares."

The conversation stopped, and they made love through the night and into the morning, until a complimentary meal arrived, at 11 AM.

Bleary-eyed, Frank tipped the attendant, generously. He returned to a bright-eyed and bushy-tailed Antonia, who was ready for another round of fucking.

Frank took her by the hand, and pulled her out of bed. "Into a cold shower missy. Enough is enough for one evening. Breakfast is waiting, and it will get cold, if we start again."

Antonia pouted, but went along with him. When she tried to start something in the shower, he grabbed both of her arms and washed her himself. Then he washed himself with one hand, as she squirmed and wriggled trying to get free. He was too strong for her, and she relented when he put the bar of soap near her mouth. 

She yelled at him, "You are not fighting fair, Frank. 

"The only thing between me and starvation is you. Breakfast is waiting, and if I have to tie you up again to eat, I will."

When she blew them another raspberry, he took the shower head and placed it directly in front of her face.

She screamed in barely recognizable English, "You son of a bitch. You will not get away with this."

He removed the water and asked her if she was going to be good.




Why I Hated The Guy From The FBI Ch. 06



"Only until you get your sense of humor back. After that, all bets are off."

He turned off the water, and put her down. She gave him one of her evil stares, and left the shower. She grabbed one of the fluffy towels, and followed him into the dining area, to see what they had brought up for breakfast.

Looking at the table, Frank wondered how any Italian stayed thin. They had to have a secret, because there were more calories on this table, than any Americans ingested all day, and the Italians say that Americans are fat, and lazy. Antonia pushed Frank out of the way, because he stood between her and the food. She was hungry, and had to keep up her strength, also. 

As with their arrival feast, there was nothing on the table, an American would consider breakfast food. There were no eggs, toast, waffles, pancakes, syrups, jellies, or cereals. There were chilled slices of veal, and lamb. There were several varieties of potatoes, olives, and mushrooms. The macaroni included manicotti, ravioli, and fusilli, served with meat and marinara sauce. A salad, large enough to choke a horse, and wine, but only two bottles, both red. They left the desert cart and coffee, off to the side.

Frank was still standing, looking things over, when a potato hit him in his forehead. He bent down to pick it up, and he was struck by another potato. As he was getting ready to stand up, he said, "If another comes this way, I am going to feed you macaroni the hard way."

"Frank, you have completely lost your sense of humor." 

"Since I met you, Antonia, I have come close to losing my mind."

"Come here, my big bad man, let me kiss it and make it better."

"The only thing that will happen if you kiss it is I will miss breakfast."

"The menu says lunch, Frank."

"Whatever, I am hungry and I am going to eat."

"Eat me, eat me, eat me!"

"All right, I will make you a deal. I am going to eat lunch. Then I am going to make the phone call, and arrange the meeting for tomorrow. When that is done, we will go to bed for one more round of sex. Then, we will go out for some sightseeing. We will leave here no later than 2 o'clock. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Frank, I understand. I agree. Two o'clock is fine with me. Could you eat fast, please? I have an itch, and it needs to be scratched."

"Antonia!"

"I am going to let you eat, buy yourself, so I do not bother you. I am going to lay out my clothes so we can leave on time. I do not want to be the one that holds us up. Could you start eating, please?"

"Antonia!"

"I was just leaving." She took two more pieces of lamb and left the room singing."

When Frank entered the bedroom, he found Antonia biting on a pillow. Her left hand was mangling her breasts and her right hand was trying to lose itself in her cunt. Her eyes were closed and her body was bright with sweat. It looked like she had been stuck on the precipice of an orgasm, and had not been able to get over the edge. He knew he had to help, and fast. However, he had an evil idea, which he knew he would pay dearly for later. He returned to the table, and picked up the pitcher of ice water and walked back to the bedroom. Antonia was in the same predicament she was a moment ago, and he smiled. He knew this was going to be good. He got his cell phone ready to take a picture. He walked to within six feet of bed and stopped. He arched the water high into the air and looked through the camera's viewfinder and just as it hit her, he clicked the shutter. He continued clicking as fast as the camera would go.

Antonia was trying to reach her orgasm, when she was hit by the water. It was the catalyst, she needed. Her body exploded into brilliant colors of fire and ice. The flames were red, blue, white, and yellow. So was the ice and they intermixed with one another, without interfering with the others densities. She floated on a cloud of air, as her senses fed her souls desire for peace. She was one within herself and she was satiated. 

Frank saw a change, when she opened her eyes. She was different, again. He could not put his finger on it, but just as he knew she would turn into a devil in bed, something had just changed, but this time he did not know into what. That worried him a great deal.

"Antonia, are you all right?"

"Yes, Frank, I am fine. Why you ask?"

"Do you know what just happened?"

"Yes. I just had the most marvelous orgasm, and the most marvelous feeling just passed through me. It was a mind bending experience. The colors were so vivid; the textures so real; I felt I could reach out and touch everything I was seeing."

"Did you feel anything hit your body, before you went into your orgasm?"

"Something caused me to go nova, I do not know what it was, but if I could bottle it. I could make a billion dollars."

"Babe, it was ice water."

"You son of a bitch, you threw ice water on me?"

"Yes, I did, and I am sorry. It was another one of those stupid things, I wish I had not done, but I cannot take it back. However, considering the effect it had on you, would you want me to take it back?"

Without asecond's hesitation, Antonia said, "No. I do not know if I want you to do it again, but this experience was something surreal and I will treasure it always. Thank you, Frank."

She knee walked across the bed, with her arms outstretched towards him. He walked over to her thinking he was forgiven. He picked her up in his arms, and they kissed."

She grabbed his ears, pulled with all her strength, and yelled, "Ice Water!"

He screamed in pain. "I said I was sorry. If you keep pulling on my ears like that. I am going to look like Dumbo."

"Who is Dumbo?"

"You do not know who about Dumbo the flying elephant?"

"No, Frank, I believe it was not part of my convents educational material."

"Have you seen any Walt Disney movies? No, do not answer that question. Have you ever heard of Walt Disney, or Disneyland?"

"No, I have not heard of them or a place called Disneyland."

"You poor deprived child. One day I will tell you all about him, and I will take you to the places a little mouse built."

"Come on Frank, mice can't build anything."

"Believe me, Antonia, when you see what this mouse built, you will be astounded."

Antonia thought he was lying to her again so she grabbed him by the hair and pulled hard.

Frank yelled at her. "Antonia if you keep doing that. I am going to be bold on the sides of my head.

Antonia looked at him and said, "I am bald. I wonder what you would look like bald down there."

"If you think I am going to let you get close to me with a razor, near my family jewels, you are out of your freaking mind."

"Frank today is Tuesday. I will bet you that by next Monday. You are bald."

"What are we wagering, Antonia?"

"No sex for one full day."

"That is no skin off my nose Antonia. What do I win?"

"What do you want Frank?"

"I want my name on the baby's birth certificate, without the wedding ring."

"You want too much Frank?"

"You are the one that is so sure of yourself."

"You are right Frank. You have a bet. Go make the phone call so we can go out."

"We are not going to have sex first?"

"How could I have forgotten, about sex? Hurry with your phone call. I will be here waiting for you."

Antonia had not forgotten at all. She had laid a trap for Frank, and he walked right into it. It was already 12:30 PM. There was no way on God's green earth she was going to let him get out of their room before 2 PM. The phone call was not going to be a short one. He had to arrange for the meeting, at a time and place, where he would be comfortable, and where he felt she would be secure. That would take time. It was not her fault; it was Frank's fault for bringing up the next round of sex. Now they would not leave the hotel until 4 PM, at the earliest. The only person he could be angry with was himself. She was delighted. She thought of ways she could deforest Frank's groin. She had to do a little shopping, including a trip to a drug store and a lingerie shop, but it would all work out very nicely. She was sure of it.

The meeting was arranged at the 'Duomo di Milano', the Cathedral of Milan. It is so massive; an elephant could hide in it. Frank felt very comfortable from his vantage point. He placed Antonia thirty feet in front of him, with a group of nuns, who were visiting from France. He had asked that no more than six people, from her family, arrive at the church: three men and three women, with the men carrying flowers. When he saw them, he stood up and waved at them. When they saw him, they walked over to him introduced themselves. They presented him with a letter from Anthony Caruso verifying they were his family, and Antonia could trust them completely. Frank thanked them, retrieved Antonia from the nuns, and introduced her to her family. It was another Italian family reunion, with hugs and kisses all around. Antonia was now under the protection, and a member of the Castronovo family. She had no idea what that meant, or entailed. However, at this moment, she felt safe and secure.

19. Home sweet home!

After a day, and night of celebration, Anthony Castronovo's grandson, Philip showed Antonia and Frank to the home, where they would be spending the next four years, while they were at the university. It was definitely not an apartment. It was a former board members villa, on the grounds of the university. It was fully furnished, had three bedrooms, enclosed courtyards, plenty of privacy, and a security system good enough to guard a bank. As far as Frank was concerned, the best part was there was no need for transportation to or from classes. There were no roads near the villa, for any vehicle to get close to it unnoticed. In addition to all these benefits, it was less than a ten minute walk to the furthest part of the university. All these things made protecting Antonia much easier. 

On Thursday, Antonia told Frank she needed some female items. She also wanted to stop at a lingerie store to pick up a few items there.

Frank called Philip and asked him about transportation for Antonia and himself to do these chores. Philip told him that he would be there in thirty minutes to show them around the shopping areas. He showed up in a limousine, with three guards, and the driver.

Frank asked him why he brought all the security. Philip responded that people already knew that Antonia was in town, and there was a price on her head, for her abduction.

Frank could not believe it. He would definitely earn his pay protecting Antonia. Now, all he had to do was convince her that the threat was real. He would let Philip do that for him.

When she finally came out of the room, she greeted Philip with a kiss and a smile. He did not return it. He asked her to sit down, because he had information that concerned her. He laid it out for her, as plain as day.

Antonia turned white as a ghost. She looked at Frank, with an evil stare, and asked him if he put Philip up to this. Before Frank could answer, Philip replied, "Antonia, this is Italy. Blood feuds go back a century or more. They do not care if you are an innocent or not. They will take you, and put a price on your head. They have already done that to you. One million euros, and if it is not paid, they will send a piece of you to us, as a reminder. They do not play games, and neither do we. If Frank or one of our men tells you to run, do not hesitate; run. Do not wait for them. Get yourself to a safe place and call us. We will be here as quickly as possible."

If she was scared before, now she was terrified. She looked at Frank and said, "Why would my father send me here, to go to school?"

He replied, "If I had the answer, I would be God."

Philip could not answer it either, considering the risks involved.

"Is it safe for me to go shopping?"

"The stores I am taking you to belong to us. The guards will be at the rear door, Frank, the driver, and I will be at the front door. You will be safe. If I do not like the clientele in the store, I will close it, and you will have the store to yourself." 

Antonia looked at Frank, who just shrugged his shoulders. The limousine drove to a posh area, where tourists pay high prices, without batting an eye. The driver parked the limousine in front of an exquisite women's lingerie store. 

They walked in, and the men took up their positions, while Antonia started shopping. 

Antonia picked up the tiniest pair of panties, in a see-through mesh and yelled, "What do you think Frank?"

The women in the store turned to see who this person could possibly be. When they saw this huge man, standing by the door, turn bright red, and dropped his head, they all laughed.

Philip asked, "Does she do this to you all the time?"

"I am normally closer to her, when she shows that stuff to me. This is the first time she has broadcast it to an entire store."

Philip replied, "Why don't you join her, and see if you can avoid any further embarrassment?"

"Thank you Philip, I think I will, before she drives me crazy."

"My friend, I believe she completed that task."

Frank laughed as he walked away. As he approached her, he saw a movement from the dressing room area that alerted him. He yelled, "Gun!"

He dove towards Antonia and tackled her to the ground, as a shot rang out. He pulled his nine millimeter from under his jacket, and in a single motion, fired three rounds into the first dressing room.

The sound of an uncontrolled automatic weapon firing panicked everyone in the store. 

Frank yelled to Philip, "There has to be more than one person trying to take her. Do not let anyone out of the store, and do not let anyone in."

The words were not finished coming out of his mouth, when the plate glass window, in the front of the store, was hit by multiple gunshots and shattered. Philip and the driver dove for cover, as did many of the patrons. The three guards, who were stationed by the rear exit, ran forward to help the Don's grandson. They opened fire as men tried to enter the store through the opening, where the window once was. Four of the men did not make the transit alive. The two that did hid behind clothing racks.

Unceremoniously, Frank picked up Antonia backward, and carried her under one arm towards the dressing rooms. Her dress flew up over her ass, when he threw her on the floor. He climbed on top of her, with his hips over hers, completely hiding her body.

Antonia screamed, "Damn it, Frank, not now!"

He would laugh later, but now, he was busy. "If you say another word, I will stuff my socks in your mouth again."

More men came in from the rear door, and the guards had to turn around to returned fire.

Philip and the driver moved cautiously towards the center of the store. They were determined to keep the two men that survived the frontal assault from getting to Antonia.

As the firing behind them continued, they decided it was more important to assist the three guards in the back. When they got there one guard was dead, another wounded, and the third one was retreating, under withering automatic weapons fire. They separated and waited for their foes to appear. When the two men did, they continued firing at the retreating guard. This was a fatal mistake. Philip and the driver stood up simultaneously and put a bullet into each man's head, securing the back of the store.

Philip turned, knowing there were only two more men in the store determined to get to Antonia. He yelled, "If you throw down your weapons, you can leave with your lives. You have the word of Philip Castronovo." There was no answer, and there was no visible movement.

Philip motioned for his remaining men to circle towards the front door and then to the opposing wall. When they were ready, he nodded and they cautiously worked their way across the store towards the opposite wall. They were within fifteen feet of the wall, when two men started to rise, with automatic weapons in their hands. Philip did not have time to react to the threat, as both men took aim at him. Before they could compress the triggers, they fell like stones.

Frank had risen from the floor and killed the two men, before they could harm anyone else.

He put his head down and tried to compose himself, until Antonia yelled, "Will you get your foot off my neck?"

Philip walked over to thank Frank for saving his life, and help Antonia up. He looked at her and asked, "What are you supposed to do, when your guard yells gun?"

"I do not know. We have never discussed it."

"What are you going to do from now on?"

"Faint."

"That is a good answer, but it is too slow. When you hear the word gun, you dive for the floor. It does not matter if you are wearing $10 rags or $10,000.00 dress. You dive for the floor. You will get that into your head, if I have to let Frank spank you. "

Frank bowed his head. "Philip, let's not get into spankings."

Philip looked at him, and then at Antonia, who was blushing, and said, "Oh, really!"

"I will talk to her Philip, she will get the message, I promise."

The police were in the store doing their jobs and interviewing everyone. Philip took Antonia around and told her to buy whatever she needed. 

"I am not really in the mood to shop right now Philip."

"I know, Antonia. However, there is only one way to get this out of your mind. For a woman, getting back to normal means shopping, a lot of shopping. I will speak with my grandfather this afternoon. This war has to stop or you are going to back to New York or to another country. You cannot study and learn, under these conditions. Are you and Frank going to get married?"

"Do you feel like helping?"

"Absolutely! What can I do to help the future blushing bride?"

"Frank and I have the bet. The only way he can have the children named after him, is by putting a platinum ring on my finger. However, this week we made another bet. A lady friend introduced me to shaving down below. I bet Frank that by this coming Monday, he would be as naked down there, as she made me. The terms he wanted and I approved was; if I lost the bet, he would not have to marry me to put his name on the birth certificate. I will never force him to marry me, Philip. However, I do want to win this bet. Here is what I would like you to do for me. ....................................................................................

Philip said, "Remind me never to get you mad at me. You would probably cut it off and keep it as a souvenir."

"It is funny that you mentioned that Philip. I was talking to Frank about that possibility a few days ago. He was not amused either." 

"Let's go shopping Antonia. I want you to be happy. If you are not, the next time these people show up, I will give you my gun and let you take care of them. They would not stand a chance in hell."

"Would you teach me to shoot Philip? If I asked Frank, he would say no, because he would think I was going to shoot him."

"Do you promise you will not shoot him, without telling me first, at least?"

"I will not kill him Philip. Shoot him maybe, kill him never."

"In that case, I will teach you."

Antonia found out she could be shot at, and still have fun shopping. It was even more fun when she did not have to pay for anything. On the way back to the villa, she asked, "Philip do you own any clothing stores in the city?"

"No Antonia, we do not have any in the city itself. We have all of our stores, in what you would call the suburbs."

Depressed, Antonia said, "Oh."

Philip smiled as he heard her answer, and saw the frown on her face. He looked across at Frank and said, "Did you know the University of Milan is really not in the city of Milan. They just named it that way because it was the closest city. It is actually in the suburbs."

Frank grinned at Philip and waited for Antonia to wake up from her funk.





Why I Hated The Guy From The FBI Ch. 06



Finally, it started to happen. Her head started coming up, her eyes focused, she looked across at Frank, who tried to keep a straight face, but then she turned to look at Philip, who raised his left arm defensively.

Antonia said calmly, "No, no, no. You are not going to get away with it that easily. I could beat the crap out of you right now, but it would be no fun, because you are expecting it. However, one day, in some way, when you are least expecting it, I will come at you like the Mongol hordes and you will tremble in fear. Now, how close is the nearest dress store?"

"It is across the street from the university's bookstore."

"If you had been nice, I would have treated you nice. However, you had to be like Frank, so I am going to have to train you, as I trained him. His mind no longer functions properly, when I look at him. If you ask him who I am, he will tell you that I am the devil reincarnate. Is that correct, Frank?"

"Yes mistress. I keep waiting for your horns to pop out of your head."

"I do not need my horns to take care of you, do I Frank?"

"When you are in one of your moods, the good Lord himself would run away."

"Do you see what you have done, Philip. You have crossed the wrong woman, and there is hell to pay."

Phillip said, "Frank, please help me. 

"Phil, I would love to help you. But if I help you, who is going to be there to help me?"

Phillip replied, "Oh shit."

Chapter 20

Philip had arranged a party for twenty people at his villa, in the middle of the vineyards, as part of Antonia's plan to deforest Frank. Antonia and Frank were the guests of honor and there was plenty of food, wine, and merriment the entire evening. Men hung all over Antonia and women could not get enough of Frank. It seemed like every time the music stopped another woman handed him a glass of wine, and pressed her breasts into his chest. It reminded him of the good old days, when he was in high school, when he was keeping score. Then he blacked out. He woke up in the middle of a bed, between two very naked, very attractive women, and could not remember a thing. He got dressed went back inside, and rejoined the party. No one seemed to have missed him, and Antonia was still dancing and having fun. He looked at the clock and it was 11 PM, so he started drinking and dancing with some other lovely women. Then he blacked out again, and woke up in the middle of different bed, with two different naked women. He grabbed his head and said, "Holy shit!" One of the women started to rub her hand against his chest, and showed signs of waking up. He moved her hand away, got up, got dressed, and rejoined the party. It was 1:15 AM. Antonia was in a deep conversation with five other people, and did not seem to notice him. A woman walked over to him, swaying her hips, and whispered into his ear, "You have been avoiding me all night. I have you now, and I am not letting you go." Just as she finished saying that another woman grabbed him by his arm and said to the first woman, "Unless you want to cut him in half, you are going to have to learn how to share."

Frank said to them, "Ladies, I am not good enough to fight over."

The women said "Let me be the judge of that, if you please."

They took his hands and led him to a bedroom, and started to undress him. As they started to undress, and kiss him, he blacked out again.

When he woke up, the bed was totally disheveled, the room smelled heavily of sex, and both women were unconscious. He had no idea what happened, but is dick was thick with fluids, his fingers smelled and he knew he needed the shower. He ran in and took a quick shower, and when he returned one of the women was awake. She said, "Frank, you are amazing. You did it twice with each of us I have rarely had a boyfriend that could do it twice with me a night. I watched you cum four times tonight in this room. Can we do it again?"

Frank replied, "I would love to, however I have to check on Antonia. She may want to leave, because it is getting late. Maybe we will meet again sometime." Frank kissed her and said goodbye.

When he closed the door, both women broke into laughter. Frank had no idea what was going on.

It was nearly 3 o'clock as Frank rejoined the party, which had wound down considerably. He walked towards Philip and asked him where Antonia was. Philip replied that she was in the house somewhere, because the alarm was on and no one could leave without setting it off.

Frank asked, "Is she in a room, with a man?"

Philip responded, "What if she is Frank? It should not matter to you. You were fucking them two at a time tonight, and if you think she did not notice, you are wrong. She cried half the night away, because you were not with her. All of my guests did everything they could to keep her mind off you. If you had any thoughts of marrying her, I think you should scratch them. I do not think she could ever forgive you for abandoning her tonight, not only for what you did, but the way you did it."

Antonia came walking down the stairs. Her hair and her dress were disheveled, and she had been crying. Frank ran towards her, but she put up her hands and said to him, "Don't you dare touch me. Do not touch me ever again." She walked past him and asked, "Philip, could you take me home please?"

"Of course Antonia, I will have him ride in another car."

When Frank attempted to move towards her, Philip stopped him, with just a look. Frank was devastated. How could he have done this to her. She had told him he was as free as a bird, but even he knew better than to flaunt it in her face. He had lost the only woman he could not live without. How could he have been so stupid. He saw no way of apologizing to her or getting forgiveness from her. He felt like shriveling up and dying where he stood.

When they arrived back at the villa, two of Philips men went into Antonia's room. Several minutes later, they came with most of Frank's belongings and took them into a separate bedroom, and deposited them on the floor. 

Then Philip arrived with one more thing that belonged to him. It was his duffel bag, and he threw it on top of his clothes. He said, "Frank, she said something about cats, stones, and bridges. It must be an American thing, because I do not know what she meant."

"I do. I know exactly what she meant."

"Is it a secret code, or can you tell me what that means?"

"She just told me I should kill myself."

"It is a Mortal sin to kill yourself Frank. No woman, no matter how much you love her is worth your immortal soul. There has to be something you can do that will alleviate her pain. She may never marry you or bare your children, but one day her pain will disappear."

"Philip how could I have been so stupid. What could have made me do that in front of her? She has satisfied my every desire, and I cannot see my life without her. How did I succumb so easily to those women? It was not an orgy. Everyone was just dancing normally. There was no suggestive talking or using drugs, and all of a sudden, I am in bed with six women in one night. The weirdest part is, I do not remember very much about it."

Philip laughed at him. "What you are saying, in other words Frank, is fucking them is just like fucking her. She is no different than any other woman to you. She is just another piece of ass to you."

"She is everything to me. She is my life. Since the day I met her, I tried to keep my distance from her, because I felt such a strong attraction to her. Then we were thrown together, by her father, who demanded that I keep her safe at all times. When he sent her here, he sent me with her and told me, if anything happened to her, he was going to kill my family, every one of them. I have not let her out of my sight since then, until last night, and we were among friends."

"Well, Frank, you had better think something up, because she does not want to see you, ever again. She will give you a few days to move out of the villa and make your arrangements with the college. After that, she wants you gone. My lawyers will be here on Monday, because if she is pregnant she wants you to sign away all your parental rights, forever. If you will not do that, she said she would get an abortion. She will not carry your child to term. She knows it will be a sin, but she cannot think of any other way around it. She cried all the way home. She was still crying, when I left her in her room. You have hurt that child to the very core of her existence and it will take her a very long time to recover. She spent her entire life in a convent, and the first man she falls in love with, fucks her over like a pro. I think I will take her to a spa in Switzerland, and hope the doctors can help her there."

"Philip, please ask her if I can speak with her. Please tell her I am sorry. Let me speak to her one more time, and whatever her decision is, I will live with it."

"I will ask her when she wakes up in the morning. Until then, two men will be posted, by her door, to make sure you do not try to enter her room."

"I will not do that to her. I hurt her enough for one evening. I have to think about what I can say to her to make her forgive me, if that is at all possible."

"Just remember Frank, no canvas bags, cats and stones. No shaving your neck and accidentally cutting your carotid arteries. You may feel like hell, also for what you did, but killing yourself is not the answer."

Frank lay down on his bed and immediately reached out his hand to touch Antonia, who he knew was not there. His mind was racing, but nothing logical was coming from it. He remembered dancing with all the women. He remembered taking them into the bedroom, undressing them, and getting into bed with them. After that, he remembered nothing. Was one woman the same as all the other women in his life, as Philip said? Was he that callous? He made a mistake, how could he be sure he would never make one like that again? He could not promise that to Antonia, because he did not know how it happened this time." He would tell her how he felt about her, he would tell her about what happened, as best as he could recall and then he would say goodbye. Even he could not accept the explanation he was going to give her, even though in his heart he knew it was the truth. However, he had to tell her, one more time, that he loved her with all his heart, and would sign his rights away to the child and never request to see him or her ever." His eyes still could not close, even as the sun rose high into the sky. He dressed into some jogging clothes and walked to the front door, and saw her sitting in the den. He started to say good morning, but she immediately turned her back to him. The alarm was off and he went for his run. He did not come back for six hours. 

If he had heard the laughter that went on in the villa after he left, he would have had no clue as to what was going on. Philip said to Antonia, "You do know he is going to kill you."

"No he won't Philip. He may want to spank me and get his frustrations out, but we both have fun that way. However, I will have won the bet and that is what matters the most. You planted the seed last night and with a little more coaxing, he will realize what may make me feel better. When he realizes that he shaved himself and thereby lost the bet because of it that is when the fun will start. I am not sure which one of us will laugh louder, but then we will find out which one of us was faster. You may not see either of us for two days or three days, but he will live through it, I promise. Is the refrigerator stocked?"

"Yes, the refrigerator is full. You two are going to be the death of each other. You have only known each other for a few months and heaven knows what it is going to be like after your together for forty years." 

"I think I'm going to like living in Italy Philip. When I finish school, I think I will apply for permanent residency."

"America's loss will be Italy's gain, Antonia. Is Frank staying also?"

"If I let him."

"Antonia, I believe I see those horns growing."

"They are just tiny ones."

Philip laughed.

A guard called Philip to tell him that Frank was returning and would be inside the villa and about two minutes.

Antonia ran for the bedroom, and everyone in the house returned to a somber mood.

As Frank walked in the front door, Philip greeted him and said, "I was beginning to worry about you. Your gun was missing from your room and you have been gone along time. I was afraid you had done something stupid."

"No Philip, I did not do anything stupid. I took the gun just in case I ran into one of those people who tried to take Antonia the other day. I was not going to off myself. I want to talk to her before even think of doing something like that."

"Frank, you will not think about doing that ever. Your parents will be here soon and you have a long life to live. It just will not be with Antonia, because of what you did."

"Philip have you ever been so deeply in love that it hurts. When the woman you love smiles at you, your house could be burning down around you, and it would not matter. She can drive you crazy all day long and you keep coming back for more, because you love her so much. Have you ever been in love like that?

"Since you put it that way, Frank, thankfully I have not been in love that way. That is, also, the reason I am still a bachelor I guess. I have never heard a man put so much pain into an explanation of love in my entire life. I think I will remain a bachelor forever, after hearing how much you love her, and now you will never have her. Be careful shaving Frank, or do you want to borrow my electric razor."

"Thanks Philip, but I will use my own. I will stay away from my carotid arteries, I promise."

"Good thinking, Frank. The lawyer should be here, before 2 PM, with the paperwork. I will try to have Antonia speak with you privately, before then, but do not get your hopes up too high. When I said, you were gone for six hours today, her reply was, "Hopefully he fell off a cliff." So, there is still a lot of animosity there, and I have to tread carefully."

"Thank you for trying Philip, I really appreciate it."

"Why don't you take a quick shower, come into the kitchen, and have something to eat. I do not think you had anything all day."

Frank went to bed that night full of food, anguish, pain, and doubts. He went through the rules to see where and how they could help him in this situation. Yes, he was 'Proactive'. He fucked six women almost in front of the woman he loved. He certainly did not 'Begin with an end in mind' because if he did, he would not be in this situation. He did not put 'First things first', otherwise he would have spent the night with Antonia. He did not think of a 'Win/Win' situation, where he could have danced with Antonia and some of the guests also. 

As he continued down the list, everything he did, he had done wrong, and there was a right way to do it. Where the fuck was his head? Why couldn't he remember? Why had he done everything wrong? He had been so careful since getting out of the service and training with the FBI to keep his mind sharp and when he needed it most, it deserted him. He felt like an utter failure. This is what he was going to tell her tomorrow before he signed the papers. If Antonia would speak to him alone, for just a few minutes, that is what he would tell her. He had not only failed her, he had failed himself, and it was going to take him a long time to get over it. He would call her father and have him send someone to replace him, immediately.

At 8 AM Frank went into the kitchen to get some breakfast. No one was around, but there was a bag on the counter, and he looked inside to see what it was. There were cotton balls, nail files, polish remover, and as he looked towards the bottom of the package, he did a double take; he saw two pregnancy testers. His heart stopped, and he could not breathe. Was she pregnant? Was she late for her period? Was she trying to find out before he signed the papers? She could be having his baby and if he signed the papers today , he would never have the right to know it. He would have no rights at all. There had to be another way. He had to think of a way to change her heart and mind and he had to do it quickly. How, how, he had been over a thousand times and had not come up with a good enough answer. Now, not only was he going to lose her, he was going to lose his child. This had nothing to do with fairness. He had to find a way to crawl back into her life. He had to show her that he would be willing to commit to her forever. Would she believe him, probably not. However, it was the only course of action, he could see having any chance of working, at this point. 

He picked up the telephone, called Philip and told him his plan.

Phillips yelled, "You are out of your damn mind. She is not even talking to you. She will feed it back to you on the end of her fist."

"Philip, it is a chance I am willing to take. Will you do it for me?"

"It has to be a platinum setting?"

"That is what the lady wants."

"Make sure that you shave very close, so the bandages I am bringing will stick to your face nicely. See you by 11 AM."

Frank was not looking forward to this, but this was an all or nothing proposition. If he wanted her, he had to prove it to her "beyond a shadow of a doubt." He wanted her more than he wanted air, at this moment.

There was a lot of movement in the villa, but Frank did not exit his room until he heard Phillips voice. He walked out into the foyer, took Philip by the arm and asked him for the package. It was small enough for aquick exchange and he said to Philip, "Please, get her to talk to me alone, just for a few minutes. I will do it in front of everybody, if I have to, but I would rather talk to her alone."

Philip knocked on the door and Antonia allowed him in. As Frank listened attentively, there appeared to be an argument going on between the two of them. When it stopped, Frank was not sure who had won. 

When Philip stepped out of the room, he said, "There are plenty of objects in that room that she can throw. Do you understand?"

"Loud and clear Philip. Thank you."

As Frank's head cleared the door, he looked in to see where she was, and exactly how much trouble he was in. She was sitting in the middle of the bed, much like she was the day she was eating ice cream at the hotel. However, her head was down and she was not going to start this conversation. He kept a respectful distance from her and said, "Good morning, baby." 

If looks could kill, I had just died. Her head popped up when I said that and I received the most awful stare I had ever seen. She started to rise and then thought better of it and settled back down. She said, "Frank, why don't you just say what you want to say can get the out of here."

"I wanted you to know I thought a lot about what happened that night, and whether you believe me or not, the truth is, I do not remember a lot of what went on. I know where it started and I know where I ended up, but I have no idea what happened in the middle. Regardless, I should not have been there. I should have been with you. I have gone over the rules in my head and I not only failed you, but I also failed myself. It will take me a long, long time to get over both those failures. I love you with my heart and soul Antonia Caruso. I would give my life to save yours thousand times over. I do not know if you're carrying my child or not, but I will sign whatever documents you want as far as their heritage is concerned. You can call them your children, and not mine, if it bothers you so much. (Frank reached into his pocket, pulled out a plastic bag, and threw it to Antonia.) In that plastic bag are the remnants of the hair that used to be around my groin. It is now as bare as the area around yours. You have won your bet. I am a Mexican hairless, the children are yours, as stated in the bet, unless I am willing to pay avery high price. So, in accordance with the rules I would like to ask you, Antonia, if you would marry." Frank reached into his pocket and took out the two caret ring, and held it in his hand, and showed it to her.




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Antonia did not move, nor did she display any emotion. She looked at him and said, "I do not believe you."

"What do you not believe, Antonia?"

"I do not believe you are aMexican hairless."

"That is easy enough to prove. Would you hold this ring for me, please?" He reached for the buckle of his slacks, unzipped his pants and he dropped to the floor. He reached for his shorts and pulled them down to the floor. He lifted his shirt so he and she had an unobstructed view of his groin, and all of the sudden he heard aloud cheer coming from the den of the villa. He looked at Antonia, who was laughing at him and rolling all over the bed. Frank never looked at the camera that was sitting on the night table, with its red light blinking right at him.

Antonia said, "Do you want me to say the next words for you Frank or do you want to say them?"

Frank yelled, "Antonia, I am going to kill you."

She laughed and said, "I am faster than you are with your pants around your ankles." She ran out of the room and into the den, where all of the people from the Friday night party were assembled. When Frank finally got there, applause exploded again. The six women who he had supposedly had sex with immediately accosted him and took him to the couch. A seventh woman was put on his lap and she said, "Frank, did you know Philip started teaching me how to shoot a gun."

Frank yelled, "Philip, please tell me she is lying."

"No Frank, she's a natural. She took to a .32 like a duck to water. She may not be able to kill you, but I would watch out for your groin and legs, if I were you."

"I thought we will going to be friends Philip. I may never get to sleep now."

"The gun that will not let you sleep is not the thirty-two dear, it's the eight by six between your legs that will keep you awake."

The six women by Antonia's side all laughed in collusion with her. 

Frank said, "What a way to die."

"Antonia, you never answered my question. Will you marry me?"

"Someday, Frank, maybe. However, right now you are not ready to settle down."

Frank stood up, tossed Antonia over his shoulder and said, "Excuse us folks, I have to go spank some sense into the little woman. I will be back when she says yes. "

As they were walking towards the bedroom everyone heard Antonia singing, "Frank's going to spank me, Frank's going to spank me, Frank's going to spank me."

Philip yelled, "Don't turn off the camera."

Frank waved his left hand, signifying he heard the comment, as he turned into the bedroom. After he locked the door, he threw Antonia on the bed waved to the camera and turned it to a picture on the wall. He said, "I will leave the sound on."

A loud chorus of boos could be heard from the den.

Frank looked at Antonia and said, "Okay Princess, are we getting married? 

"Someday, maybe. When I think you are really, truly worthy of me."

A roar of 'YES' went up in the den. 

Frank yelled, "Quiet in there or I will turn off the sound."

"Boo, Boo, Boo," was his answer.

"You do not think you are out of the woods my dear, after what you put me through these past few days, do you my little devil?"

"Who me? What did I do? If you remember my only conversation with you contained 11 words, 'Don't you dare touch me. Don't you ever touch me again.' I was the injured party, while you were partying."

"My little evil princess, which one of us is lying now?"

"I quoted the exact words I said to you. If you, in your beleaguered state of mind, blew it all out of proportion, it is not my fault."

"If the gloves fit, you must convict and your handprints are all over the trap I fell into, Antonia. Philip and his remarks about shaving real close. I did not realize it, until you had me drop my pants. I will get you Philip."

Boo, Boo, Boo, came the roar from the den.

"I should have known an evil wind was coming my way once you let Philip off the hook for lying about his clothing stores."

"I have not let him off the hook. He is the one teaching me how to target shoot. Do you know how many accidents happen at target practice every year? Millions, I checked. Philip will be just one more. Oh heck he is listening isn't he?"

"No, he just fainted," came a yell from the den.

"Okay you little tease, are we getting married or not? Measure your words carefully, because I will have to take that ring off your finger if you do not say yes."

"Why, it looks so pretty there. Couldn't you just give it to me as a gift? 

I like you a lot Antonia. However, for a gift that expensive, your entire body has to come with it, permanently; as in, 'I DO!' Because if you 'DO NOT; it goes back." 

"That is a terrible way to think about what I mean to you Frank. Putting a price on my future happiness is so crass. Now if this was just a gift, I would love you so much more."

"If I have to take an axe to that arm to take the ring back to the store, I will Antonia. The setting is platinum and the stone is a diamond. The blood will wash off."

From the den, the men were cheering and the women were booing. After the back and forth of this argument seemed to be going nowhere they started cheering, "We want sex, we want sex, we want sex." 

Frank picked her up, put her in his lap and said, "How about a Christmas wedding."

Antonia said, "This year or next?"

"This year you ninny, before any of our children are born."

"Okay!"

"Now we can have sex."

"Okay."

Frank walked over to the camera and pointed it at Antonia and himself. He said, "We interrupt this painting for this brief announcement. Miss Antonia Caruso and Mr. Frank Gennaro have determined that it is in their best interest to cease hostilities and marry in December of this year. All those listening to this announcement are hereby invited. The sound portion of this broadcast will now be terminated. You may listen by the door if you want to hear two sex addicts going at it for the next few days, non-stop. Have a good day and bona fortuna.

The End

Chapter 6



Why I Hated The Guy From The FBI Ch. 07



Note: This is a work of fiction. No person, place, or object in this story is real. They are figments of my imagination and should be treated as such.

The author retains all rights to this story. 

Chapter 7

21. Male Call

When he emerged from the bedroom Wednesday afternoon, Frank no longer had any doubts, which of them was the stronger. The one hundred pound weakling had beaten him into submission. He had to beg for sleep, rest, and food, while all she wanted was him. He was not sure how she turned the pure protein he gave her into a useful source of energy, but she never seemed to run out of it and always, always wanted more. Either she would kill him with her love, or she would obtain the highest cardiovascular rating of any human being this planet had ever known. If they allowed girls to ride bulls, when the bulls saw her coming, they would run for cover. She was a maniac in bed, and as naïve as a kitten in the ways of the world.

Frank knew this was going to be a very interesting time. He had to call Tony and tell him that he was marrying his daughter. He knew he would hear the answer to that, without the use of a telephone. Rose Caruso had an idea, that something might spark a relationship between the two of them, so she would not be too surprised. 

His parents would be thrilled, at the thought of him getting married. Now, with the possibility of grandchildren, they would be thrilled. They would be arriving, in Milan, on September 3, and had given him the complete flight schedule information.

Philip was on their side. They were sure with his help, here in Italy; they could work out any problems that occurred. Frank had saved his life, and Philip was still awaiting Antonia's retribution for the clothing store incident. She had not shot him in the leg, yet, however it had only been a few weeks. Philip knew Antonia had a long memory, and the way he had seen Antonia set Frank up for his big fall, and used him as a pawn in the process, made him shiver.

They also had to get ready for the start of school. Frank called and made an appointment for the next day, at the bursar's office, for both of them. 

Antonia accused him of screwing her, by making her go to the bursar's office, thereby getting him out of screwing her in bed.

Frank had to think about that one for a moment before he started laughing. He said, "Very convoluted thinking Antonia, but it does work if you think about it hard enough." 

She did not laugh instead she threw apillow at him.

"Antonia, do you realize how little laundry we have to do for you. You never wear clothes in the house. You rarely want to go out, because all you want to do is fuck. We wash and change the sheets, twice and sometimes three times a day, but I do not believe I have ever seen one article of your clothing go into the washing machine."

"Are you complaining Frank? I could always wear an overcoat in the house, if that would make you feel better."

"No, it was just an observation. I like watching your cute little titties bounce while you are walking."

"Thank you for your left-handed complement Frank. My titties have just joined my ass as a 'six with possibilities.'"

"Remember Antonia, there is so little of you, that every extra bit, that bounces and jiggles, is fun to grab onto, or watch."

Antonia did a cute little girl curtsy, and said, "Thank you, kind sir."

The following day, Frank marched Antonia across the campus to the administration building, for their meeting at the bursar's office. The meeting was to be a simple one: Verify that all the paperwork for their admission to the University was in order, and all the payments had been made. However, they were ushered into the office of the bursar herself.

Antonia was greeted like royalty, while Frank was treated like a shadow in her presence. For thirty minutes, the two women could not stop fawning over one another. When they finally started talking about Antonia's classes for her freshman year, she was told that she had been accepted in all her first choice selections. Antonio was absolutely, thrilled.

Frank grumbled, "Gee whiz, what a surprise!"

Eventually, the bursar acknowledged Frank's presence. She said, "Mister Gennaro, we have received your SAT and ACT scores, as well as all your military qualification exams, and accomplishments. Based on these achievements and your service in the military, we have decided to start you as a Third-year student. If you excel, as we believe you will over the next two years, you will be required to take the Graduate Entrance Examination to our School of Business. If you pass that exam, we will offer you a Full Scholarship for the remainder of your stay at our institution."

Frank was astounded by the offer, but had several doubts about where this largess came from and had to ask about it. "I know that people here in Milan have a lot of power and can do many things with the money they have at their disposal. If this is a true offer from this University, I accept with a full and grateful heart. However, if anyone has put this University into a position, where it has had to make me this offer, I would like to know now and save myself the embarrassment of dropping out of the university later."

The bursar smiled at Frank. "Mister Gennaro, this University can be asked to do many things for the right amount of money. We can arrange to give a student the right class, for the right amount of money. We can arrange a sabbatical for a student, for the right amount of money. We can do many things for many people, for the right amount of money. We are like any other university all around the world. However, no one can get into this university without the proper credentials. No one is offered advanced placement without the proper credentials. No one is allowed into our advanced degree programs without the proper credentials. Money makes the world go round, Mister Gennaro, but in this University, credentials dictate how far you can go. We have turned people away for the lack of a single point, and not blinked an eye while doing it."

"Madam, in that case, I would like to accept your offer. Where do I sign my life away?"

The bursar smiled and handed Frank a small stack of papers. She said, "Please be sure to carefully read everything carefully, initial, and sign where indicated, on each page, before you give them back to me." Having admonished Frank to do everything necessary, on the forms, she started talking with Antonia again.

It took Frank nearly 15 minutes and acase of finger cramps for him to complete his assigned task. When he was finished, the bursar went over each page, making sure they were done correctly. When she was finished, she stood up and congratulated him on his decisions. She also welcomed him as a future faculty member.

Frank said, "Excuse me?"

The bursar laughed and said, "I told you to read and sign the paperwork. It clearly states on the top of each page what you are signing. On one page it says that in return for the full scholarship, you guarantee this University two years of teaching after you receive your Doctorate."

"Doctorate, who said I was going for doctorate?"

Antonia was laughing uncontrollably.

Frank turned and said, "Put a sock in it or I will."

She replied, "Yes dear."

He started to turn away from her, when her answer hit him like a ton of bricks. He turned back to her and silently mouth, "Fuck you."

She responded, "HERE, NOW?"

"Stop it, Antonia."

"Yes dear."

Exasperated, Frank looked up to the heavens and asked, "Please take me. She has turned my mind to mush and soon it will pour out of my ears. I will be her toy for the remainder of time. Only you Lord, and probably her, know when that will happen."

Antonia replied, "You are right Frank, I do know."

The bursar broke into raucous laughter.

"Did I say that prayer out loud?"

"Yes you did Frank, and it was a beautiful prayer."

"Now, who said anything about aDoctorate?

"You were told to read and sign where indicated. Apparently, you forgot to read before you signed. At the top of each page, it clearly states what you are signing."

"Yes, but it was all in Italian."

"Of course, you are in Italy."

"I told you she had turned my brain to mush."

Antonia shouted, "Now it is my fault you have forgotten how to read."

"Put a sock in it."

Frank asked if he was finished so he could leave before he embarrassed himself any further. 

The bursar told them that they could wait in the outside office, and receive copies of everything they signed.

As she stood up to leave, Antonia asked the bursar if she knew about Steve Covey's rules.

She replied, "I was Steve's teaching assistant for two years. I helped put together one of his books and he was nice enough to mention me on the honorarium page. I loved that man and his passion for work and life. How do you think I get big lugs like Frank to teach here for two years at the cost of a scholarship?"

Frank dropped his head and said, "The man I based my entire adult life on, had awoman on his staff that hooked me like guppy."

Antonia laughed. "Do not feel so bad Frank. You started teaching the rules less than a month ago, and I already have you on the run. It really does not take that much effort to hook you."

Both women broke out into peals of laughter, while Frank wanted to crawl into the nearest hole in the floor. If he did not have the obligation to protect Antonia, he would be running for his life.

While waiting for their copies, a young woman approached them and said, "I could not help but overhear the conversation about both of you. When I heard your last name, I realized I had a letter for you in the mail room. I ran there and got it before you left. I hope you do not mind, because I am supposed to wait for you to come to us."

Frank thanked the girl, and took the letter from her hand. Antonia snatched the letter from Frank's hand, opened it, and read it loud enough for Frank to hear it. Sergeant Frank Gennaro, US Marines (Disabled) is to report to Camp Darby, Italy, soonest, for the removal of shrapnel located near lumbar spine. Surgeons and equipment are due to leave within the next ten days. Call the number below to make an appointment for your surgery. Signed, Charles B. Gomes, Col. U.S. Army Medical Division."

Antonia was thrilled for Frank. However, when she looked at him, he was not a happy man. She said, "Frank, let's go home. You have something you need to tell me, and you cannot tell me here."

"When did you become a mind reader, Antonia?"

"I did not have to read your mind Frank. All I had to do was look at your face to know something was wrong."

"Baby, I did not want to have this conversation until my parents were here. I wanted to tell all of you at the same time. It will be safer that way, and there will be no leaks. It is very, very important that you not change your habits at all. I have to go to Camp Darby alone. You cannot come with me. I will leave you with Philip and his people. I will be gone less than a week. This is the way it must be, Antonia. Please trust me, I will be back to get you. Only God could keep me away from you."

"I guess arguing with you will do no good this time, Frank."

"No, baby, not this time."

"How much trouble are you in, Frank?"

"I will not know until I get there and see if they will accept my answer. If they do not accept it, I am going to have to dig a hole, deep enough for four people to disappear into for very long time."

"Frank, do you remember a long time ago I asked you if you worked for the government. I think you lied to me."

"No Antonia, when you asked me that question. I did not work for the government. I told you the exact truth, so help me God. At that time, my only incomes were from your father and my disability."

"I believe we are splitting hairs again Frank."

"You may be splitting hairs, but I told you the truth."

"Liar, liar, pants on fire."

"I can go to confession, and not have any problems leaving that item out."

"God will get you for that anyhow."

"Antonia, when you get there, ask him, because I am telling you the truth."

"Your truth Frank and it is probably by the width of the pubic hair."

"How would you know the width of a pubic hair?"

"I used to have some!"

"Yes, you did. My life was simple, until Celeste entered the picture. Now look at what she has done to me. I am going to marry a 100 pound weakling that has turned my brain into mush, and fucks me to death in bed."

"Poor Frank; abused and misused by a little girl. Do you want to go to bed and forget your worries for a while?"

"Well, I guess I could make that phone call in the morning. They are probably at lunch anyway. They would not get my message until late this afternoon, at the earliest. 

Therefore, I guess it would be okay to fool around for a little while. Just remember, I am only doing this as a favor to you. You asked nicely so I am giving you an afternoon treat."

"Thank you daddy, I am an all-day sucker anyhow."

Frank grabbed his head and said, "God help me."

22. Happy Camp(er) Darby

Frank flew to Camp Darby the following Monday. He announced his presence at the reception desk and waited for the next shoe to drop, and he did not have to wait long. Not only was Gomes there, but also the assistant director of the Brooklyn FBI drug task force, the DEA liaison to Italy and his Italian counterpart. Frank wanted to say something, but they started talking first.

"Frank, you are back on the team. Here is what we need you to do." For the next several minutes, they laid out their plan of action for Frank, while he tried to interrupt him, dozens of times. 

Finally, he yelled, "Stop. I am not doing this anymore. I am getting married to Antonia Caruso, in December. I am going to college for the next six years at the University of Milan, on a full scholarship. I have my life in order, and it does not include guns or violence. That part of my life is over. I will neither help you, nor help my father with either of your businesses. I am a private citizen and I do not care what either of you do. If you want me to renounce my U.S. citizenship to prove it, I will. However, I will not get involved any longer. I am going to get Antonia pregnant, and we are going to have a dozen children. We are going to be happy. We cannot do that if I am running around being shot at day and night. Do you understand?"

"Frank, your country is being overrun by drugs and it needs you to stand up for it. Man up."

Frank went into a rage. Gomes had never seen him so angry. He ripped off his shirt and nearly tore off his slacks. Frank said to the director, "Let me see your scars. Tell me how many days you spent in the hospital on your back wondering if you would ever walk again. Tell me how many friends you saw die in front of you, because of IED's and grenades. Tell me about all the sleepless nights you have had, knowing that you were the only one to survive an ambush, because you were 12 feet away from your friends. Tell me how many months it took you to wean yourself off painkillers. Tell me director, how many years have you manned up like me? You tell me all this and I will think about manning up one more time. Until then, you can take your fist and shove it up your ass."

"You give up your U.S. citizenship, you lose your disability."

Frank laughed and said, "If that is the best you can do to threaten me, you have a wonderful day. I am making $2000 a week guarding my future wife. It is legitimate work and I report every penny of it to the Internal Revenue Service. I pay quarterly taxes on it through an accountant in Brooklyn. If you want his name and address, call me and I will give it to you. Now, fuck off. Gomes, it was great seeing you again."

Gomes replied, "Take care, Frank. I will send you a card for the wedding, because I guarantee you we will know the date."

Frank clapped him on the back and said, "You and Sharer are invited to the wedding, if you happen to be in town, but none of these guys are. You can have a great meal and drink to your hearts content and dance the night away."

"Thanks Frank. Do you need ride the train station?"

"That would be nice, if these gentlemen do not mind?"

There was a grumbling assent. Gomes and Frank walked out of the building towards the Italian version of the police car.

Gomes said, "Frank, I wish I had a pair of balls like yours. I have been dying to say something like that to him for years."

"It is a lot easier for me to do then for you. You have 12 or 13 years in the service. Seven more and your eligible for retirement. Just make sure you live that long. Do not let them give your wife flag, and say they are sorry. I took Antonia to a lingerie store in downtown Milan. Nine guys, with automatic weapons, tried to kidnap her."

"Shit Frank, I told you to stop wearing panties."

"With jokes like that, you wonder why they are never going to make you SAIC?" (Special Agent in Charge)

"That is what happens, Frank, when you are half Italian and half Puerto Rican. You have great rhythm but no sense of humor."

As they were approaching the car Gomes said, "Frank you drive, you know where you going."

Frank took the keys and drove off the base towards the airport. On the way there, they talked about friends, and family and nothing else out of the ordinary. Gomes remarked, "You flew here?"

Frank replied, "Have you seen the way Italian's drive?"

"Why do you think you are driving?"

Both men laughed at the remarks they made to one another.

When they got to the general aviation terminal, both men got out, hugged each other goodbye, and departed company.

Gomes slipped a note into Frank's pocket, tapped it, and said later.

Frank nodded and told Gomes to tell the director that if he had been a little more subdued with his approach, that he was ready to help work on the Italian side of the project. He was not willing to work against his future father, for obvious reasons, but he had no problem working against the people on this side of the pond, until the director tried to jam it up his ass. Now he was out of it totally, and a very relieved man.

Gomes said, "Kiss that little girl for me, she is getting a really great catch."

"Gomes, I did not know you cared."

"Fuck you Frank."

"There is the man I know and love."

As he walked back to the car, Gomes loved the thought of telling the director that he had fucked up big time with his forceful approach towards Frank. It made him feel even better about the note he put in Frank's pocket. It was unethical, but not exactly illegal.

As Frank leveled the aircraft out at 9000 feet and put it on automatic pilot, he took Gomes's note out of his pocket and read it. He thought about it for half an hour. He concluded that it was an early wedding present for Antonia's entire family. They had to be willing to listen and go along with what he had in mind, or it would not work. It was going to be a very hard sell to Anthony Caruso. However, it was going to be this, or the possibility of an 8 x 12 foot cell for the rest of his life. Once he was arrested, by the FBI, he would never be free again. Antonia may think she hated her father, however, Frank did not believe she would want him in jail for the rest of his life. Frank did not want him to be rich and living in the lap of luxury, either, because of the way he had made his money. He had thought of a way around that already. It would be wonderful to see Tony put on a budget, controlled by his daughter. It seems that, "turnabout was fair play." 

He used his cell phone to call Antonia to surprise the crap out of her. He said to her, "Baby, you have been holding out on me. I have only been gone 10 hours, and I am already horny. Apparently, you are losing your touch. When I get home, you had better be ready to get fucked, good, and proper, because you did not do it for me last night."




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Antonia replied calmly, "Frank you said you would be gone almost a week. Philip, the girls and I have just finished packing. We are leaving in five minutes to go to a spa in Switzerland. I will be back next Saturday. Goodbye dear."

Frank did not even have the chance to scream in her ear, "Antonia, I am going to kill you" because she had already hung up. She was getting too good at this game he taught her. He was beginning to think he would never win again. If there was a tree at 9000 feet, he knew he would fly into it, because there was a black cloud hanging all over his head. Then, his cell phone rang, and it was her. He said, "What!"

"Frank is going to spank me. Frank is going to spank me."

"Antonia, Frank is not going to spank you. Frank is going to kill you. Frank is going to kill you."

"I love you Frank."

"I hate you Antonia."

"How long will it be before you get home?"

"I will be on the ground in about 20 minutes. Figure I will be home, in a little bit more than an hour. "

"Okay Frank, I will... Frank there is shooting outside."

"Antonia go to the attic, get under the insulation and stay quiet. Turn off the phone and leave it there. Go, now!"

Frank made three quick phone calls. The first was to the campus police to advise then they were shooting at his residence on the campus. Second, was the local police telling them the same thing? The third was to Philip to advise him of the situation.

Philip was pissed Frank did not call him first, but understood his reasoning.

17 minutes later, there was quite a commotion on campus when a small aircraft landed in the center of the college green.

Frank charged out of the aircraft, with his gun drawn, straight towards the house. Three of Antonia's guards were dead outside the villa, and the fourth was severely injured. The police were all over the place looking for the attackers.

They ordered Frank to put his gun down, and move back. 

He told them to fuck off, but he did put his gun down. He asked if they found Antonia.

The policeman said, "There was no sign of her when they arrived."

Frank asked again, "Were the attackers still here when you arrived?"

The policeman responded saying, "No, however, the house was not breached, and the alarm has not gone off."

Frank told the policeman, "Keep this house surrounded, until I have enough men here to guard it properly. I will pay whatever is necessary to reimburse the city. No one is going to harm my fiancée." The policeman nodded and Frank walked towards the front door. He put in the key turned the handle and opened the door. He yelled for the officer to come to him immediately. The alarm was turned off, from the inside. Within seconds, four officers were in the house, going over the downstairs inch by inch to make sure no one was hiding. Frank walked up the stairs silently. He checked the loft and it was clear. The only place left was the attic and he feared for the worst. He stayed silent and pulled down the sliding stairway that was entryway to the area. He walked up slowly and as soon as his head popped above the level of the ceiling, a shot rang out. 

He said, "Listen my friend, I can stand here for days, because I have food, water, a bathroom, and people to relieve me. You on the other hand, are alone and will have to sleep sometime. Why do not you give up and get out of this thing alive." 

The guy answered, "You forgot one thing, my friend. I have a hostage."

Frank replied, "You do; fantastic. Do you have family?"

"Why do you want to know?"

"You are not going to make it out of this alive, because you have her. I have a €2 million life insurance policy on her, and I am the only beneficiary. I guarantee you I will give your family €25,000 if you kill her. One shot to the head. She will be dead, before she hears the sound of the gun going off. I will do the same for you. One quick shot and it all be over. However, we have to do this quick before the cops get up here. You have to give me a name and address so I can get the money to your people. If I ask for it later, someone is going to get suspicious. I will have to have someone give it to them in cash. I cannot give it to them by check. Do you have a card or something that you can give me?"

"No I am not a businessman. I do not carry cards around with me. I do not have a piece of paper and a pen to write down the information. Besides, that it is too little money, for the service you want me to perform."

"Before we get into that, let me get you something to write on, and then we will continue talking. Is that okay?"

"Alright, get it."

The police standing at the bottom of the ladder understood what Frank was doing, and handed him a small piece of paper, an envelope, and a pen. Frank waited a few seconds and walked back up the ladder. He asked the man, "Do you want me to come to you or do you want to come and get the paper?"

"Neither, I will send the girl. One false move and she is dead."

"My friend that is the object of this discussion. However, I need the bullet that kills her to come from your gun, at very close range. The only thing left is how much money you want, and who gets it?"

Frank looked at Antonia and said, "Come to me my little €2 million prize. Take the paper to this nice man so he can kill you for me."

"Fuck you Frank."

"You have, and very well I might add."

As she crawled towards him Frank whispered, "When I say 'now,' lay flat, instantly."

Frank said to the guy, "How high a figure were you thinking?"

Antonia reached him, and took the paper from him and started to turn.

The guy said, "I have a wife and three... 

Frank said, "Now" which was followed by a single shot that went through the perpetrators left eye and came out the back of his head. He never finished his sentence, nor knew what hit him. He died instantly.

Antonia's body had not even hit the floor before Frank fired.

When he took her in his arms to kiss her, she smacked him.

He looked at her in amazement, and asked, "What was that for?"

"€2 million, is that all I am worth to you."

"You little bitch; wait until I get you into bed."

Antonia smiled at him and said, "I cannot wait either."

As they walked outside, Philip arrived with a small army. He said, "Very cute Frank."

"Yes Philip, I think she is too."

"Not her, the airplane. How did you do it?"

"Do you remember what you told Antonia, in a lingerie store?"

"Yes, if your guard tells you to get down, you dive for the floor."

Frank pointed to the airplane, looked at Phil smiled and said, "There you go."

"Are you going to try and fly it out of here?"

"Absolutely, it is going to fly, on the back of a truck."

"I think that is a very wise move Frank. Otherwise I think you would be part of the library for life, or death."

"Speaking of death Philip, we have to find out how they got into the house, without setting off the alarm. When I was talking to Antonia, the alarm was on, and when I walked into the house, the alarm was off. The police said the house had not been breached. That means someone had a key to the house, and the code to the alarm system, or knew how to disable it." 

Philip said, "It could even be worse Frank. We could have a problem at Central Station, or even worse with the security system itself. I will have my people check it from top to bottom and let you know what we find out."

"In other words Philip, you want us to stay in the house, and play dumb."

Philip tried to break the stress of the moment, backed up a few steps and said, "In your case Frank, who said you are playing?"

Antonia played it perfectly. As Frank bolted towards Philip, she stuck her right foot out directly in Frank's path, and he fell flat on his face. There was a roar of laughter all around him.

Antonia ran to Philip for safety. However, when Philip saw the look in Frank's eyes, he picked Antonia up and held her in front of him. He yelled, "It was her fault Frank, not mine. She did it."

Frank took Antonia from Phillip's arms, while she was calling Philip every vile name in the book. Frank threw her over his shoulder, and turned to go back to the Villa. 

Antonia yelled, "Remember Philip, I know how to use a gun thanks to you. I promised not to kill Frank. I did not make you the same promise."

Philip yelled, "Frank, help me please!"

"If I am alive in the morning Philip, I will think about it."

Antonia waved, "Good night everyone."

A policeman looked at his watch and said, "But it is only 

4:30?"

Philip said to the officer, "They work the graveyard shift."

The officer nodded his head and walked off. 

Philip just smiled. Then he gave orders to his men to check out the electronics to the house, the people at central station, and the security firm itself. He wanted to know who put Antonia at risk, and he wanted to know yesterday. He wanted someone's head on a 'pike' as soon as possible. 

23. Problems

Finally, it was done, and Anthony Caruso was a very happy man. He had purchased the house from Phil and Gloria Gennaro for his son Vincent and his pregnant wife Donna three houses down from his. The listed sale price was $1.2 million. However, to hasten the Gennaro's acceptance of the deal, he gave them keys to a safety deposit box containing another $500,000 and a home in the middle of a vineyard he owned about 50 miles southeast of Milan, and he had the entire contents of their home shipped to Italy, free of charge, using his cousin's freight forwarding business. Lastly, as a parting gift, when the Closing Documents were signed, Tony gave Phil and Gloria, two first-class tickets to Milan, and he had a stretch limousine waiting outside to whisk them off to Kennedy Airport for their flight. He thanked them again, and again for making Rose and he the happiest future grandparents, on the planet.

It had cost him nearly $3 million for a home valued at $1 million and he was not finished spending yet. A moment after the documents were signed, Tony's lawyer called the contractor and told him to begin. The demolition crew was waiting outside Tony's new purchase. That crew was allotted three days to destroy the inside of the two-story house. The reconstruction crews had 27 days to rebuild it from the ground up. The house had a completely new floor plan. The crews would have to install new electric wiring, plumbing, pipes and fixtures, central air-conditioning, under the flooring heating elements, a water heater and brand new appliances. It would also have one very special feature, "A Safe Room." The inspectors, from the city, would be there on time. Money had changed hands to make sure they would not cause any delays. 

The only foreseeable delay, so far, was the color paint for the baby's room. Donna had not yet had a sonogram and did not know if the baby was a boy or girl. She was not happy with the color yellow. She wanted to wait until she knew the sex of the baby. The contractor told her that walls would be white, unless he knew the day before the contract expired. Donna was not happy with that choice, either.

Phil and Gloria Gennaro cleared customs, at the Milan airport, and walked out into the main concourse looking for their son. They could not believe what they saw. 

Frank walked over to his mother and said in a grumpy voice, "Good morning mom." He turned towards his father and said, "Hi dad how was the trip?"

"The trip was fine, what the hell is wrong with you?"

Frank turned around and pointed a finger at a 5'1" tall, 100 pound little girl. He said, "Her."

Antonia smiled and said, "Good morning Mr. and Mrs. Gennaro, I hope you had a pleasant flight."

Gloria asked Frank if he was having a lot of trouble guarding her.

Antonia answered for him. "Mrs. Gennaro, there have been a few incidents where people have tried to kidnap me and Frank has come to my rescue. However his main problem is that he is terribly out of shape."

"You lying sack of shit."

His mother yelled at him, "Frank!"

His father laughed. He leaned over and whispered into his wife's ear. Gloria smiled, looked at Antonia, and then at her son. Then she broke out into a hearty laugh, also.

Frank said to his parents, "You two, put a sock in it!"

His mother smiled at him and said, "You mean to tell me that it is in working order, and you cannot keep up with that little girl?"

"Mom, if you keep it up, I am going to put you back on that airplane and send you home."

His father replied, "I am sorry son, but our home is now somewhere south of here. I am going to rent a car with a GPS in it and find it."

Antonia chimed in and said, "Your discourteous son has several announcements to make that may keep you here for a day or so, before you go hunting for your new home. If he does not remember, voluntarily, I will have to kick his ass again, until he does."

"Stuff it Antonia."

"Yes dear."

"I hate you."

"I know you do dear."

Gloria asked, "What is going on here?"

"I am marrying that little dwarf, in December."

"You do not seem very happy about it?"

"If she lets me live until December, I will be ecstatic. If I live to see our baby born, I will be absolutely wild about it."

Gloria looked at Antonia and asked, "Are you pregnant already?"

"No, not yet, but we are trying when it can stay awake. Aren't we Frank?"

"I hate you, you little bitch." 

Gloria yelled, "Frank what is wrong with your mouth. I will wash it out with soap, if you are not more careful."

Antonia laughed gleefully. When Frank looked at her she said, "Reverse, reverse psychology. Only this time your mother is using it properly."

"Antonia, you do not let me sleep at night, I am unable to eat because I am so tired and when I have to think my brain does not function. There is only one option left for me. If you do not stop this right now, I am going to spank you right here in the airport."

"That would be wonderful Frank. I have never had an orgasm at an airport. I could check that one off my list, just like the used car salesman and the alligators in the sewers."

Phil Gennaro was now so confused he raised his hands in defeat. He said, "All right you two, I surrender. Whatever game you are playing, I give up. What did you do with my son and the shy little girl that left Brooklyn two months ago?"

Frank started to say something, but Antonia was jumping up and down pleading, "Can I tell the story please, please, can I tell the story?"

Dejectedly, Frank said, "Oh fuck."

Gloria said to her son, "When we get home I am washing your mouth out with soap. You have totally lost control of your senses."

Frank walked over to his mother, put his head on her shoulder, and wrapped his arms around her. He said, "Mom, you have no idea how much control I have lost, since I met her."

Gloria pushed her son away, walked over to Antonia grabbed her arm and started walking towards the exit. She said loud enough for both men to hear, "Okay, how did you destroy my sons' confidence. If it worked on him, do you think it will him and work on his father? I may not be as young as you, but I would like to get a little revenge before I die."

Antonia replied, "If the saying is true, 'Like father, like son', all you will need is three or four days and his mind will be mush just like Frank's."

Frank yelled, "I hate you Antonia, I really, really hate you."

"Yes Frank I know. Did you remember to put the sheets in the washing machine this morning?"

"Yes I did Antonia, I always do."

"That is a good boy Frank. You can kiss my ass, when we get home."

"Fuck you Antonia."

Antonia stopped, turned around, and asked Frank, "Here? Now!"

"Yes, right now."

She reached for the hem of her dress and started to raise it, without any hesitation at all. It was at the level of her breasts when Frank grabbed and covered her body with his. He pushed her dress back down and whispered in her ear, "You are going to get such a spanking when you get home."

Antonia giggled and said, "Do you promise?"

"Antonia, it was not your father who sent you to the convent. It was God, himself. He knew if you were turned loose, on a young, unsuspecting male, too soon in his life, he would die trying to keep up with you."

"Frank, you are being a little melodramatic. Just because you believe you are God's gift to women, does not mean that women agree with that assessment."

"Young woman, if you are not careful, I am going to fuck you up your ass, and I will be the one laughing when they are taking you to the hospital."

"I was not the one that chickened out, you are."

"I did not chicken out. I was concerned for your welfare. I did not wish to harm your little asshole. However, at this moment, that does not matter, because I hate you more than you can imagine."

"Thank you Frank, it is good to know your true feelings. You may kiss my ass twice, when we get home."

"What am I going to do with you Antonia? 

"I have already told you Frank. Love and protect me, and our children. If you do that for us I will take care of everything else."

"Little one, you are also going to leave me, without a functioning brain. You must let me have some down time, so I can eat and rest."

"Frank, I read your military manual. I give you more time between our sexual adventures then they give you between standing watch. So, suck it up boy. What am I going to do with you, when I hit the peak of my sexual maturity? You have already past the top of yours. Should I start buying those little blue pills at the pharmacy, and save them for later?"

"That might not be a bad idea, unless you are going to make enough money to buy the company."

"It is one of the stocks I am going to purchase, soon after we are married, Frank."

"That is very good thinking Antonia. You have one deficient husband. They make a pill that makes him sufficient again. Therefore, you make it a point to by that company's stock. That is a wonderful way to build your portfolio."

"Shove it up your ass Frank."

"I thought I was supposed to shove it up yours Antonia."

"Frank your mother and father are right behind you, and they are listening to every word you are saying."

Phil Gennaro said, "Please, do not stop now. I have not heard my son be thrashed so completely, since he was 13 years old. I have enjoyed this conversation, immensely. My only regret is I did not have my tape recorder with me. I would have sent a copy to every girl listed on each line of those 15 books."

Frank growled at his father and said, "You are just jealous. In your day, the first time you got laid was the day you got married."

Phil said, "You are correct. However, my mind is intact. My household works, and thrives, for over 35 years, with a give and take eloquence you have not found. You are not even married, and as you so eloquently put it, your mind has already turned to 'mush.' You are being led around, by your nose, or I have it by a little girl, less than half your weight, whose mind is three times as sharp as yours ever was. She will rule your house and your life, until the day you bid this earth goodbye. If you are not careful, you will take your gun, aim it at her, and kill yourself."

Antonia and Gloria could not stop laughing. Phil wanted to join the laughter. However, he saw that Frank was so angry he was having very hard time breathing.

Phil yelled at him. "Frank, this is not Iraq. Calm down and take your punishment like a little girl."

That was all it took to bring Frank back to the present, and bring his blood pressure back to normal. He began to laugh at himself for taking this abuse so seriously.

Antonia jumped in. "Do not worry Mr. Gennaro, in three years the school will have its 10 year reunion, which Frank and I will not miss. I will show him off to all his former girlfriends. I am sure they will enjoy watching what I have done to him."




Why I Hated The Guy From The FBI Ch. 07



"I will not go. There is no way on earth I am going, especially with you. You will embarrass me to a point where I will kill myself willingly. You can go by yourself and tell them all your stories, but they will not believe you, because I will not be there to corroborate them."

His mom and dad stunned him. "Do not worry Antonia, we will go with you and verify everything you are saying. We will tell them we left Frank here to watch the children, because he had been bad, and was being punished."

Frank looked at his parents and said, "You two guys would turn against me? I need your help more now than ever before, to keep that little devil from wiping my mind completely clean and you would take her side. If I hang around her much longer my professors are going to wonder how I got out of kindergarten."

His father said, "Tell them it was the size of your feet, son."

Antonia and Gloria laughed as Frank yelled at his father, "Come on dad, I need a break from someone." 

As he finished saying it, he turned his head forward, missed the step from the curb to the street, and fell flat onto his face, into a puddle. Antonia, Gloria, and Phil laughed hysterically, as Frank lay prone, in the water, with traffic swerving around him, and splashing him, every time they passed. 

Several Italian police officers ran towards Frank, to offer assistance. Antonia, in her perfect Italian, said to them that it serves the dumb American right. He had too much wine, for breakfast and did not have enough food to compensate for it.

The policeman laughed, leaving Frank where he was. They laughed as they watched him struggling to stand up, as they moved away, slowly. When he was finally erect, Frank turned to his future bride and said, "God will get you for that one Antonia. He has no choice. You wished that on me, and it came true the very second you asked for it."

"God enjoys a good joke when he sees it coming Frank. Apparently, that one was too good to let go by unnoticed."

"I am not even going to say it this time Antonia. It is four simple words, used in a derogatory sentence, repeated many times for affect. I have said it many times, and I feel I am becoming redundant. So think about me saying it, loud and directly into your ear, over, and over again. If I thought I could live without you, I would go to a research station, on the Antarctic continent and volunteer to live there, year round, until I died."

Antonia laughed. "So when are you leaving Frank? Using that derogatory sentence, so often, and telling your parents that you are only marrying, because you feel you must do it, for your own sanity, does not sound like a proper reason to commit my life to you."

"Do not start with me young woman. I have enough going on in my brain, without you trying to rattle whatever is left of it. Just because you have turned my mind to mush, learned the rules I taught you and use them on me, better than I have ever been able to use them on you, is no reason to call off our marriage."

"Gloria, did you understand one word he said?"

"Are you kidding me, Phil? I am still working on what she said to him."

"Thank you dear. I thought I was the only one that was getting lost in this conversation. When we were young and in love, we expressed our feelings to each other, we told our parents, and after we received their approval, we were engaged. After the families got together, a date was set for our wedding. We got married, and then we had children. I have no idea how two young people go about preparing themselves for the rest of their lives without all this preparation," Phil lamented.

Gloria agreed. "Maybe it has to do with that 'Y2K' bug they made such a fuss about when we turned the century? It was supposed to screw up all the computers and electronic devices on the planet and those circling the globe. The kids of today use them so much it may have affected their brains."

Frank cut in and said to his parents, "Listen you two, you grew up listening to Perry Como, Dean Martin and Frank Sinatra. Then, rock and roll came along, with Elvis Presley, the Beatles, and the Rolling Stones. As you grew into old people, music changed again. The only music that remained constant in our house was the Italian songs: the tenors, like Pavarotti and Domingo and the operas by Joe Green."

Frank's mother yelled at him, "If you call Giuseppe Verdi, Joe Green one more time, I am going to cut your tongue out."

Frank replied, "Mom that is his name."

Antonia asked Gloria if she needed help holding Frank down, while she performed the operation.

Gloria said, "No, because I am going to shove my arm up his ass and grab his tongue by the root. I am going cut it off from that end."

Antonia laughed hysterically, because she was delighted by how her future mother looked at Frank, when she described the way she was going to perform the operation.

Frank groaned, at the picture his mind developed, when she said the "Mean Joe Greene" joke again. 

Antonia was still laughing at it. She said, "I will record it, when you perform the operation, and have copies made for the 10th school year reunion. I will have a special showing of it at the reunion, and I will give each of the girls their own copy. I am sure the girls listed in his books, will be thrilled."

Frank groaned, "My life is being ruined, bit by bit, by my mother, and a 100 pound weakling."

His father laughed. "Frank from where I am standing it looks like the 100 pound weakling has already beaten the tar out of you, and is ready to apply the feathers."

"Oh good," Frank replied. "All three of you are going to be on my case, forever. I may as well move back to the states and let Tony shoot me in the face. At least the pain will be temporary, and I will die young.

"My father would not do anything like that," Antonia said vehemently.

Frank turned and stared at her, but did not say a word.

She looked at him for a few seconds until her bottom jaw opened in surprise, and words dropped out. "He does?"

Frank did not answer, even though he wanted to. His father did the deed for him. 

"Antonia, 37 years ago I was a member of a crew, fixing pipes underground close to a subway line. Our union rep had us dig holes, deeper than were necessary. Afterwards, he told us to get lost for a while. That was the first time I saw your father. He and a group of men carried three large sacks down the tunnel and threw them into the holes I had just helped dig. This happened several more times. Finally, I told my rep I did not want to work underground anymore. Afterwards, your father paid me a visit me, and asked me if I had a problem. I told him I did not. However, I was getting claustrophobic working underground and I needed to work where I could see the sky and breathe. He asked me if I was going to do anything stupid. I told him I anticipated living until I was 100 years old and the only way I could do that was to be a very smart man. Your father congratulated me, and told me that I would be working above ground the following week. 

Antonia, your father had nothing to do with the plumbers union. However, he had just guaranteed me a job above ground. We all knew who controlled our union, and for your father to be allowed to speak for him, he must have been very high up in the food chain already. He had that kind of power, before he married your mother. Her family, here in Italy, added to that power. With Vincent's marriage to Donna, he has been increased his hold on power in Brooklyn. When Don DiAngiolla passes away, if your dad plays his cards right, he may wind up being the Don of the Don's, or as they say, "The Capo de tutti Capo." That or if the other Don's object to his rule, he could wind up dead.

Antonia was taken aback by all this news and looked to Frank to help her make sense of it.

He said to her, "Baby, not here, let's go to the Villa and get my parents settled and we will discuss it there. Is that okay?"

"I don't know Frank, is it okay?"

"Good thinking Antonia. Let me call Philip and make sure."

After a quick conversation with Philip, Frank told everyone that, they were spending the next few days as the guests of Philip Castronova, at his home near his winery. The security system at their Villa had not been completely repaired get and Philip did not want anyone put in jeopardy, while was repaired.

On the two-hour trip there, Antonia told the entire story of how she ensnared and destroyed Frank and his self-confidence, in one evening. The story of the party and Frank, not remembering bedding six beautiful women had his parents laughing in the backseat of their car for most of the trip. 

Frank, on the other hand, was not amused. It seemed that Antonia had total recall of the evening. She did not leave one event, regardless of how large or small it was, out of the story. At one point, Gloria demanded that Frank pull into the next convenience store so that she could go to the bathroom and relieve herself. She was laughing for so long and so hard, she could no longer control her bladder.

By the time, they drove onto Philip's estate Gloria said, "One of you had better copyright that story, or someone else will. That will wind up being a bestseller written by you or someone else. I have always wanted to write a book, and with a little help from you two, I think that your relationship over the past few months would be perfect fodder for one.

Her husband said, "You have never been able to write a grocery list without using an eraser, how do you expect to write a book?"

Gloria laughed at him and said, "I am going to use the gorgeous new computer you going to buy me."

Phil said, "I used to keep a tight rein on our budget. I see now that that is a thing of the past."

Antonia reminded Phil that he could buy a very good computer with all the language, dictation, and correction software for less than $1000.00.

After Antonia told him that, he did not feel so bad. 

However, Gloria looked at him with evil in her eyes and said, "The house was in both our names. I want my 50% in a separate checkbook. I also want half of what is in the safety deposit box, in my own checkbook. If you are going to be the same skinflint you were back in Brooklyn, you can get a live-in maid, because I am going to live like I have money."

Phil looked at Antonia and said, "We have only been in Italy for 4 ½ hours, and you are already having a deleterious effect on my wife. She has never asked for money of her own before. Now she is asking for half of everything that is mine."

Gloria said, "I forgot something, I want half your pension, also."

Phil said, "You did not earn that, I did. You are not going to see a penny of that money, ever."

Gloria smiled at him, "During the 30 years you worked, all I did was bear your child, prepare your meals, clean the house, shoveled the snow, have the car repaired, pay the bills, wash your clothes, have your shoes repaired, and everything else to make sure when you came home you could sit in your chair and do nothing. Would you like me to prepare a bill for those 30 years of services, plus interest?"

"Frank, are you absolutely sure you want to marry that woman?"

"Unfortunately dad, I cannot live without her. I know it hurts, and I know you just met her, BUT TRUST ME, it will only get worse."

Phil looked at his future daughter and shook his head. "Antonia, in the words of my son, I hate you, I really, really hate you."

Antonia went over to her future father, sat on his lap, kissed him on both cheeks, and said, "That is the loveliest thing, you could have said to me, dad."

Frank, Phil, and Gloria laughed as Antonia snuggled into Phil's strong arms.

Philip Castronova was introduced to Gloria and Philip Gennaro, as he walked into the guesthouse. He was carrying three bottles of the finest wines his vineyard produced. He opened and decanted them, so they could breathe and talked with his new guests and began to get to know them.

Frank asked Philip to join him for a short talk, outside.

Philip said, "This sounds important, did Antonia steal your gun? Is she going to shoot me tonight?"

Frank laughed as he pulled Philip outside. "No, nothing that drastic, I think I know where my guns are."

"You only think you know where they are?"

"Philip, what I am going to ask you is very serious and I need you to think about the answer before you give it to me. For a short time, I worked for the FBI. They tried to pull me back in but I refused because of Antonia. They wanted me to try to get incriminating evidence against Tony Caruso and Don DiAngiolla, and your grandfather. Now I have to ask you this question, you do not have to answer it, and it will not affect our friendship. Do you know anything about your grandfathers' business relationship, with Anthony Caruso and Don DiAngiolla?"

Philip did not hesitate in his answer. "Frank, until my grandfather told me that Antonia was coming, and that it was my duty to protect her at all costs, I did not know who Anthony Caruso was, and until you mentioned Don DiAngiolla, I had never heard of him."

"Philip, I am so happy that was your answer. You may tell your grandfather about this conversation, you can tell him that you been hearing things about the Italian drug agency sniffing around his olive oil exports, specifically, Mamas olive oil. Within the next month or so, they are going to be all over his processing facility looking for drugs. He is involved up to his eye teeth. I am telling you this, because I need your help in arranging the escape of my father as a wedding present for my future wife. I am not going to let Tony live a life of luxury, but I am not going to let him live in an 8 x 12 cell for the rest of his life, either. Antonia, even though she may hate him now, could not bear the thought of him being in jail for the rest of his life."

"Where do you have in mind Frank?"

"I checked the U.S. extradition treaties and they do not have one with Tunisia. It is a quick ferry trip across the Mediterranean from Sicily. It would be easy enough to get him up here and back, quickly enough before anyone suspected anything, or we can go down to Sicily for a vacation, and meet on a boating trip in international waters."

"I will have to check the Italian extradition laws and see what they say about Tunisia," Philip said. "I think I will send my grandfather to Switzerland for a medical checkup, immediately."

"Good thinking, Philip."

"Now, Frank, how can I help you?"

"The feds are going to be watching my father like a hawk. They know that Antonia and I are going to be married in December. The date will be the first Sunday in December, after Thanksgiving, so his return ticket will show him returning by the 14th of the month. At his end, both his house and Vincent's will be decorated, both inside and out for Christmas, like every other year, but maybe a little bit more, because of the new baby. However, what I need is a diversion at Kennedy Airport. I need another Rose and Anthony Caruso to fly back with Donna and Vincent. Can you check through your grandfathers sources and get me a pair by that name and age group here in Italy. They do not have to be married, all they have to do is be at Milan Airport, get on an airplane and fly to New York. We will give them a vacation in New York and fly them back a few weeks later.

"Do you have a picture of them?"

"I am sure Antonia has one that you can use."

"Okay, let's go inside and explain this to everyone, because we may all have a part to play in this game."

When they walked back into the room Antonia said, "Dammit Frank, you have that look on your face again. How much trouble are you going to get into this time?"

Philip answered for him. "Antonia, actually it all depends on you."

"Me, what the hell did I do?"

"They are your parents, and if you want to see your father in jail for the rest of his life, this discussion does not have to start. Your mother will not have a husband for the rest of her life, and neither you nor I will know how she will take that. Frank has told me that he used to work for the FBI."

Gloria and Phil said, "What!"

Frank replied, "Later folks."

Philip continued, "He has come up with a very ingenious plan to keep your father out of jail, but not live in the luxury that he is used. He will not like it but again he will not be in jail. He will also be in a foreign country, where he will have to learn that he is not at the top of the heap anymore. What do you think Antonia?"

"If I say no it stops here?"

"If you say no, this discussion never happened."

Frank reminded Antonia, about Vincent. He told her that the FBI might not go after her father for two, three, or five years, because their initial target was Alberto DiAngiolla. If her father was given all that time to indoctrinate Vincent into the family business, she could lose her brother also.

Antonia screamed, "I will not let that happen. Vincent may be as dumb as a post, but I will not let him go to jail because of my father."

"Then listen to my plan, think about it, make it better, find holes in it, and plug them. Everything revolves around you and our wedding."

"Go ahead Frank. I believe you have everyone's attention."

24. The Beginning of the Beginning

On September 10, classes started for both Antonia and Frank. Antonia took to it like a duck to water. Frank, on the other hand, struggled like a swimmer with lead weights on his feet. He had not been in a formal class setting since high school, and he found lectures to be as boring as chewing cardboard. He thanked the computer gods for having invented translation software. He could say what he wanted to convey in English, and it would come out on his paper in Italian. Every evening Antonia finished her work hours before he did, and when she went over his work, she laughed at how he stumbled, with the use of language. 

One of his female professors called him up after class to discuss a paper he handed in and asked him, "Who is Antonia?"

"She is my fiancée; we are getting married in December."

The professor laughed. "Make sure you turn off your microphone, when you are transcribing notes, and you two are arguing. You sound like an old married couple already. There is more cursing, and death threats on this paper, then I have seen since the Godfather Part 2."

"I am going to kill that woman."

"There you go again Frank."

"Professor, she does this to me every time. I proofread this paper and deleted all the parts where we argued. The mistake I made was asking her to print it out for me, while I showered. Instead of deleting the original, I made another copy. I told her which one to use and had it queued up on the screen. She did this to me on purpose, just to embarrass me."

"You two must love each other very much Frank, otherwise guns would be involved."

"I could not live without her. She drives me insane, but she is my reason for living."

"This is Italy, Frank. We thrive on passion and love. Both of you will have a long and happy life."

"I am not sure about long, but I sure am going to be happy."

When Frank picked Antonia up after class, he grabbed her by the neck and said, "One more sneaky trick, like the paper I handed in to my English Lit. professor and you will walk to class in handcuffs."

"I thought it added a touch of realism to your paper Frank. Otherwise, it would have been boring and had no depth to it at all."

"That is the last straw, Antonia. You are cut off for three days. No sex at all."

"That is not fair Frank. All I did was add spice to your paper. Did she lower your grade because of it? Did she embarrass you in front of the class? What happened, Frank?"

"She kept me after class and made fun of me. She told me she had not seen so many death threats and so much cursing since the Godfather Part 2. I do not know what grade I am going to get, because she did not tell me. However, I am sure it will be lower than when I deserve."




Why I Hated The Guy From The FBI Ch. 07



"Would you like me to speak to her about it?"

"If you go anywhere near my professor, I will break all four of your limbs."

"Frank, you are being very sensitive about this issue."

"Antonia, you should be happy that you are still breathing."

"Frank, give me one moment, so I can turn off my voice recorder. I am sure Professor Mancini will be very interested to hear your reaction to her discussion with you today."

"How do you know Prof. Mancini, and why are you recording this conversation?" 

"She wanted to know if you really loved me the way you said you did, or if it was just a put on for her benefit. I told her you really love me, but she wanted to know for herself."

"Little one, you set me up again? This is the second time in less than a month. You are getting very good at this, and the only resolution I have to this problem is to cut you off for entire week."

"Frank, this is entirely unfair. It was not my idea, but Prof. Mancini's. I only did what she asked me to do. If I upset her it could affect my grades, when I take her classes."

"You are absolutely right Antonia. However, I cannot punish her, because she is my professor. Punishment must be meted out, that leaves only other perpetrator, and that is you. One week with no sex; end of discussion."

As the guard opened the door to the villa, Antonia walked in with a frown on her face. Frank was beaming in his victory. Suddenly, a woman jumped out from hiding and said, "Surprise!" 

Antonia screamed, "Celeste!"

"I am sorry I am late, however I met this darling young Greek boy, who needed to be trained in the art of lovemaking. I felt it was my duty to make sure that the next woman he met would be thoroughly pleased."

Antonia grabbed Celeste and hugged her to her breasts, until Celeste begged her to let her breathe. Antonia apologized, but said she was so happy to see her for so many reasons.

Celeste laughed at her and asked, "Was it only my face you are happy to see?"

Antonia replied, "You still have your clothes on, and I cannot see any of your other delicious parts. Your arrival also comes at a very opportune time. Frank has just punished me by cutting me off from sex for a complete week. He did not say I could not have sex with a woman."

Frank frowned. "Is your timing always this perfect?"

"When it comes to the people I love, the answer is yes, especially when they are being treated so abominably, by a brute, bully, and bastard, like you Frank. How could you deny this lovely young thing, the pleasures of sex, for an entire week? There is no excuse for it, except if she cut your prick off. I know she would not do that, because I have the first option on that operation."

"Celeste, you are a bitch and a half. However, you grow more beautiful and sexy every day. If you could control your mouth every king in the world would be after you."

"They already are Frank, and not because I am beautiful. It is because my father left me more money than they have, and they want to get their hands on it. Anyone foolish enough to think they are going to get a penny of it, in a marriage to me should read the 'prenup,' that has already written, by a group of lawyers in California. It has been vetted by lawyers on four continents, and each one has said that it is unbreakable, even if I die."

Antonia said, "You had better not die. You are the only friend I have and I would be inconsolable if anything happened to you."

"I have no intentions of going anywhere little girl. It was just a figure of speech. I have to be here for your wedding, your children, and your grandchildren."

"Speaking of weddings, Celeste, what are you doing on Saturday, December 8th," Frank asked.

"In December, I am normally in Rio de Janeiro for the winter."

He said, "That means you'll just have to send a card, because you will miss the wedding."

Celeste yelled at Antonia, "You got him to commit?"

"I followed your instructions, and it was as easy as taking candy from a baby."

Frank grumbled, "I knew I should have killed her, when I had the chance."

This time Celeste grabbed Antonia and danced around the room hugging her, until she was out of breath. She said, "Tell me all about it, and how much pain did you put him through to get him to propose. Do not leave anything out."

Frank told Celeste that he had lived through it and did not have to listen to a replay of it. He had a phone call to make and homework to do, so he was leaving the two of them alone to gloat over his demise.

The ladies retired to the bedroom, while Frank went into the dining area with his books. He had put off the phone call to Anthony Caruso as long as he could and now was as good a time as any. It was still morning on the East Coast of the United States, so nothing should have happened that would have upset him, yet. This phone call should ruin his day, all by itself. He picked up the phone and dialed the number, and as he expected, Rose answered the phone.

"Good morning Rose. How are you today?"

"I am fine, who was this?"

"This is your future son, Frank."

"I knew it! I knew you to will going to get married. I knew it before you to left for Italy. There was just something going on between you two that made the air around you crackle."

"The only reason the air around me is crackling Rose, is because she is enough to drive any man crazy."

"Vincent told you that before you left. He warned you that no man, and his right mind, would go near her."

"Well Rose that is how she got me. She destroyed my mind. My mind is now mush. She can twist me around her little finger, and for the rest of me into a shot glass."

Frank heard Rose laugh over the phone and then heard Tony ask her what she was laughing about. She told him that Antonia was marrying Frank. He heard Tony yelled in the background, "Like hell he is!" 

Rose said to him, "Who, else, in his right mind, would do it, Anthony? He has to protect her and put up with her 24 hours a day. Do you have another candidate in mind?" 

Tony said, "No, but what about children?" 

"Why do not you ask him? He is waiting to talk to you."

Tony took the phone and said, "Frank, are you fucking with me?"

"No Tony, I am fucking Antonia."

"You cannot be, I tested you, and you could not get an erection."

"I had an operation at Camp Darby a little more than a month ago Tony. They removed the shrapnel that was close to my spine and another piece that was close to my prostate. I am now fully functional again. Antonia and I will be able to have children of our own. You will be receiving your wedding invitations as soon as they are printed. Make your airline reservations so you can be here before December 8, which is a Saturday. If you could get here a week before, it would be wonderful, but we know it is shortly after Thanksgiving and you will want to set up the house for Christmas before you leave."

Tony asked, "Have there been any other incidents besides the two you emailed me about?"

"No Tony, but at this point I do not think you are paying me enough. The body count for their side is 17. We have lost 11 good men. Don Castronova is not happy about that, at all. He is going to ask you for retribution and support for those men's families. Transfer a lot of money into Antonia's account; high eight figures will do it, and you can straighten out the details with the Don, while you are here."

"All right, Frank. Thanksgiving is on November 29. We will leave here Sunday night, if possible, and get into Milan Monday morning."

"That would be great Tony. We are going to invite Vincent and Donna. We would love it if they could bring the baby along, also. However, we do not know what the restrictions are, on a child that young flying. Could you take care of that for us?"

"Absolutely Frank, consider it done. Would it be alright if I talked to my daughter?"

"Let me get her Tony, I will be right back."

After several moments of discussion, Antonia picked up the phone and said, "Hello daddy."

"Hello baby. Congratulations, I hope you are as happy as you can possibly be."

"Dad, Frank, and I were made for each other. I drive him crazy, and he lets me. He loves me to pieces and I love him just as much. He puts his body between me and bullets without a second thought. He will never let any harm come to me, ever. That is how much he loves me. He crashed an airplane into the college green, so he could get to me faster. He saved my life that day in the attic. He thinks so fast on his feet, I have never seen anyone on television that can do what he can do, and he is mine, daddy, forever."

"You are very lucky woman Antonia. Would you like to speak to your mother?"

"Yes dad, I would like that very much."

Antonia and her mother talked for a very long time. Some things were mother and daughter stuff. Some was about the wedding, and the rest was about sex. Rose was amazed at her daughter's appetite for sex. They had never had the opportunity to talk about that subject, because Antonia was never home long enough to have that intimate conversation. When Rose asked Antonia where and how she learned all of these things, her daughter gave her a one word answer, "Celeste!"

Then her mother made the worst mistake of her life. She asked, "Who is Celeste?" By the time, Antonia was finished explaining who Celeste was, what she was capable of doing, what she had done with her, and what she had learned from her, Rose's face was flushed with embarrassment. Her lower jaw was opened and locked, her panties were soaked, and her pussy was still flowing like Niagara Falls. She had never heard such language from her daughter. She never dreamed of having sex with a woman or a threesome, as her daughter had with Frank, and this woman, Celeste.

In the beginning of her marriage, Anthony had been a very attentive and kind lover. As they had grown into maturity, their sexual activity had dwindled. She was going to do her best to rekindle it, before he left the house today. She was only in her early 40s, and Anthony was not yet 50. They had plenty of life to live, and she now intended to live it with him between her thighs more often.

Antonia asked, "Mom, are you listening to me?"

"More closely than you can imagine dear."

"Do you think dad would let you come over and help me pick out a dress, before Thanksgiving?"

"One moment dear, let me ask him."

Frank told Antonia to tell her mother to change her dollars into euros while she was in the states. It was cheaper to do it there then here.

When her mom came back on the line, she told Antonia that she would be able to come, for a week, any time she would like her to be there.

Frank wrote down October 7, and Antonia told that to our mother. 

Rose said that would be fine and she would make her reservations and call back with the flight information as soon as she had it.

After the conversation had ended, and Rose hung up the phone, she turned to her husband and said, "We are going back to bed, Anthony."

As nearly every, dense, adult male would do, he asked, "Why?"

Rose said, "I want to get laid."

Tony looked at her, wide-eyed, and said, "What!"

"You heard me. I want to get laid. We have not done it in a very long time. We are acting like old people. We are young, and we should be acting young. Now, take me to bed and make love to me like you used to when we were first married."

Tony smiled at her and said, "Rose, if you remember, the first time we made love, we got pregnant."

"Anthony, I do not think I would be unhappy if that would happen again. It has been a very long time, and I have never taken any precautions to avoid a pregnancy, during all these years. If it happens, it happens. Vincent and Antonia will have another brother or sister, and their children will have an aunt or uncle their own age. I think it would be wonderful, and I want a camera available, when you tell them I am pregnant. I know it is only wishful thinking, but our house is empty now, and I miss the noise and the company."

"Shall we leave it in God's hands, or shall we go to a doctor and increase the odds?"

"We will do it the old-fashioned way. We will just do it more often, and see what happens."

"Rose, when was the last time I told you how beautiful you are, and how much I love and respect you."

"I do not think I have heard those words for more than a dozen years, Anthony. You have given me expensive presents, sent me cards on all the appropriate days. However, even on our anniversary, you are always too busy to be at home, or take me to dinner, or a movie."

"You never complained, Rose, not once. We have been married almost 21 years, and you have never said that I was not here for you. Why didn't you say something to me?"

"Before I came here from Italy, my mother told me that I was to obey my husband, in all things. ' His word is law' she told me. This was the way it was in my household, when I was growing up, and it was going to be that way, when I was married. Whatever the man did was his business, and I was never to interfere. I am not stupid Anthony. I know what you do and I do not like it. I will never say anything to anyone about it. I am your wife, and until I die, I will respect you and do whatever you say. It is the way I was brought up, and I know of no other way of life."

"You have never mentioned the word love Rose. Do you love me, or do you just tolerate me because I am your husband?"

"I have wondered about that many times Anthony. I have sat in this house, alone, and pondered that question for hours upon end. I do love you Anthony. However, when I know you have done, or are about to do something, that is against the law, I do not love you. I hate you because you are breaking the Commandments God has laid down for us. You never go to church with me, not even on Christmas or Easter Sunday. I know you have done worse things, but these are things you could easily do, not for me, but for yourself."

"Rose, I never tell you about my business, because I want to protect you. What you do not know cannot hurt you. It is the same reason I sent Antonia away to school. I never meant to hurt you, or her. I kept you both in the shadows of my life. I should have been more attentive to your needs as my wife. I want you to know, that I have never cheated on you. I have never been with another woman. I gave Vincent the same advice, shortly after he got married. I told him in front of Donna that family is the most important thing any man can have in life. I meant that from my heart. I may not have acted properly toward you; however, it was not intentional. I cannot make up all the years I have neglected you. However, I will change what I can starting today. Come to me wife, and let me make love to you, as I did when you were my bride."

Rose smiled at her husband. She walked slowly and seductively towards him and found herself trapped in his strong and capable arms. He remembered, exactly, how he treated her on their wedding night and when their kiss broke up, he began to undress her as he did in the hotel room, after the wedding feast had ended. He was experienced, at that time, and she did not have any knowledge of a man. She was shaking like a leaf that night, and every button he removed from her wedding gown brought a gasp from her lips. He continued unbuttoning the back of her wedding gown, until the top of her panties showed. He stopped, stood up, and kissed her from the back of her neck, down her shoulder blades to the top of her bra. Then, much to her surprise, he quickly unsnapped it.

Rose, quickly grabbed the front of her dress, so that it would not fall away, and expose her breasts.

Anthony stayed behind her, took her right arm, and pulled it out of the sleeve of her dress. He repeated the procedure with her left arm. He heard a whimper, when both her arms were bare. He walked around the front of his bride and said, "Rose, give me your hands, please."

Rose was in a quandary. She remembered what her mother had told her, but she knew if she gave Anthony her hands her body would be bare to his eyes.

"Rose, I am your husband. I am the only man that will never see your body. I will love, respect and treasurer you always. I will never give you any reason to fear me."

"When he said that to her she lost all of her fears, and reached out her arms to him. She felt her dress slide down her body and her bra fall to the floor. The only items of clothing she had left on her body were her shoes, stockings, and panties. When she saw Anthony smile, her heart grew until she felt it would explode out from her chest."

"Rose, I am going to have to dress you in potato sacks. You are so beautiful; men are going to chase after you, every night and day."

Rose's eyes began leaking at their corners and shortly afterwards she began to cry.

Anthony took her into his arms and asked what he had done to upset her.

Rose replied that she never expected him to treat her so wonderfully. They had just met, shortly before their wedding, and he was being so generous, with his kind words and loving attitude, that it was more than she could bear."

Anthony replied, "It is less than you deserve. I know you have never been with a man, and I do not know what your mother has told you. There will be pain, but I will be as gentle as possible. However, after I have taken your virginity, the fun will begin. You must tell me when the pain has stopped and I can begin to help you reach your first pleasure. I hope I can get you to reach those heights a second and third time before we have finished."

Rose looked up at her new husband and replied, "I am as ready as I will ever be Anthony."

Tony looked down at Rose, nearly 21 years later, and saw that same woman he loved that first night. He wondered where he had lost all those wonderful thoughts and words. He had meant them back then, and she had done nothing, in all the intervening years to lose his trust and his love. He had to change; he was going to change to keep her happy. No, not just her, he was going to do it for them. He wanted them to be happy. 

He took her hand, led her to their bedroom, and lay down on their bed, beside her. She laughed at him, and he could not understand why?

"Rose, did I do something funny?"

"Tony, you forgot something?"

For the life of him, he could not remember what he had forgotten, so he asked her what it was.

"Tony, you undressed me, but you forgot to undress yourself."

He looked down at himself and felt like a fool. He was still in his suit and tie. He licked her left nipple, which immediately peaked, and then he gently bit it.

Rose said ouch, and asked, "What was that for?"

"That was for enjoying making a fool of me."

"It was enjoyable, but I was not the one who made a fool of you."

Tony undressed quickly, and rejoined Rose on the bed. He was not as thin as he was on his wedding night, but he was not so overweight that he could not trim down either. It was another promise he made to himself to make his Rose, proud of his body again.  

He started kissing her on the crown of her head. 

Rose remembered this was the way he had started those many years ago. She licked and kissed Tony's neck as he continued working his way down to her ears. Her joy continued to rise as he reached her mouth and kissed her passionately. His right hand played with her breasts, and moved further down, as his mouth latched on to the peaks of her nipples, and nursed on them like a newborn baby. The palm of his hand played on the curls of her pubic hair, while his fingers separated the lips of her vulva. She had never been this wet before. (He realized that her talk with Antonia had driven Roses' hormone levels through the roof. He was not sure if he should thank his daughter or not. He would wait to see if he survived this night, and make his decision then.) His finger slipped into her vagina easily, and Rose moaned, arched her hips, and tighten her muscles to hold on to it. He withdrew it for a second and inserted two fingers into her. Rose sounded happier and her muscles grabbed and held his two fingers tighter. When he removed those fingers, and inserted three fingers into her and started to piston them, in and out of her tunnel as fast as he could, Rose said, "Yes!" She arched her hips off the bed, thrust them up, and back, as quickly as she could, to increase her pleasure. Moments went by, and even though she was tiring, she felt the stirring in her loins that told her that her orgasm was close. She was not about to quit. She yelled to Tony, "Faster, harder!"




Why I Hated The Guy From The FBI Ch. 07



In all their married life, Tony had never heard those words come out of his wife's mouth. He was determined to give her what she needed, and he redoubled his efforts.

Rose started screaming obscenities and all of the sudden she held, "I am cumming!" She did cum, all over his hand, her thighs, and their bed. These were the third and fourth things that happened this evening that Tony had never witnessed before, with his wife. She was always a lady in bed, and rarely showed any excessive emotion. Tonight she had cursed like a hooker, showed extreme emotional happiness, and had squirted all over their marital bed. He was absolutely thrilled for her.

He tried to remove his fingers from her vagina and they were stuck. He tried again, and they still would not move. 

Rose laughed and said, "Where do you think that hand is going?"

Tony kissed her and said, "I was going to remove my fingers and put something larger in there."

"Do you promise it is going to be bigger and better than what I have in there now?"

"I know absolutely that it is bigger. It will be for you to decide if I am using better than my fingers."

"Is it as big now as it can be?"

"No, but it will get there very quickly."

"Maybe I can help it get bigger, faster than it can by itself."

"Rose, you have never done that."

"We have never ventured past what my daughter informed me this evening is called, 'The Missionary Position.' I always thought it was a mother's duty to teach the child about sex. I learned more about sex this evening, from my daughter; even though Vincent brought girls in this house. I am about to experiment on you."

"I have never complained about our love making. I only want you to be comfortable with what we do. I do not want you to feel forced to do something that is not within your comfort zone."

"Anthony, how would I know if it is within my comfort zone, if I have never tried it? Now, lie down and let me see if I can remember what Antonia told me to do. However, I do remember one thing she told me not to do."

"What was that Rose?"

"She said, "Mom, dad will not be happy, if you bite down on his cock."

Tony's reply was, "Ouch! Oh God, yes dear, that would hurt."

Rose laughed and said, "However, it would get us even, for the pain you cause me, when you took my virginity."

"Taking your virginity was an act of love. Biting off my penis would be an act of violence. There is a difference between the two."

"Okay, I will try not to do that to you. Now, lie still until I figure out what I am supposed to do."

Tony had watched many men get a blow jobs, but he had never experienced one himself. He propped his head up on two pillows and watched as Rose placed herself in a position to give him 'head' for the first time. He watched as she lowered her head and opened her mouth to slide his dick inside. It was going to be a very difficult for her to do so, with it lying along his stomach the way it was. 

He said, "Rose, why not use your hand and move it into a position, where you would be more comfortable."

Rose looked at him and asked, "I am allowed to do that?"

"You are allowed to do anything you like, when you are trying to give someone else pleasure."

She nodded her head, moved her hand, and lifted his semi-stiff member, until it was standing straight up. She looked at her husband, smiled, and lowered her head until her lips touched flesh. Her tongue darted out, licked the slit and she saw a little white cream ooze out of the opening. She opened her mouth and slowly allowed him to enter. Slowly, ever so slowly, she kept moving her head downward, until she heard Tony yell, "Teeth!"

She opened her mouth as wide as she could without pulling away him out of her mouth. She resealed her lips around him, and started lowering herself on his shaft to see how far she could get him to go. She felt the head of his cock pass by her uvula and enter into the top of her throat. This scared her, but she was still able to breathe and she was not in any discomfort, so she decided to continue. Within the next few seconds, her nose was touching his stomach, and her throat was stretched to the limit.

Tony was so astonished, he could not even warn her, as his dick throbbed twice, then fired five huge shots of semen down her esophagus and into her stomach.

Rose's throat contracted around his dick; holding it firmly in place, and her pupils dilated, as she felt the hot liquid pouring into her belly. She pulled her mouth off his shrinking member and asked him, "Was that all there was to it?"

Tony was hysterical. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her hundreds of times before he could stop laughing. He said to her, "Rose, you have no idea how amazing you are. I am not very large, but I am somewhat above average in length. I have professional women, who work for me, that could not do what you have just done on your first try.

"What did I do that was so special, Anthony?"

"I do not know if I should tell you, or if I should wait for you to have another conversation with your daughter, so that you could see the expression on her face. She was the one that put this idea into your head." He laughed again and decided, "Yes, I will let you tell her the story and have her explain to you why, what you did this morning is so special."

Rose said that it was okay with her, but she had a sad tone in her voice, when she said it, and Tony noticed it.

Tony looked at her and asked, "You do not think were done yet, do you?"

"I did not know if we were or not. Antonia and I did not go much further than this in our conversation. I was hoping there was more, but I was not sure."

"There is much more, and I see that my daughter did not tell you about it. It will be my pleasure to teach you, using the braille method."

"Just remember, Anthony, that the braille method could be dangerous to your health. I am ticklish!"

"I seem to remember that, and I will take my chances. Now, be a good girl and remember what your mother told you. Turn on your stomach, grabbed a pillow in each hand, and do not let them go until I say you can. Do you understand?"

"Yes Anthony, I do."

"Now put your head on the pillows, move your knees up until your rear end is in the air, and spread your knees as far apart as you can. That is beautiful, Rose, just beautiful."

"Anthony, you are worrying me."

"Rose, on our wedding night I promised you that you would never have to fear me. Do you remember that?"

"I do now, Anthony. I had forgotten, but I remember now."

"I read about this position in a book, and I hope you like it, because it sounded like the woman really enjoyed herself."

Anthony lay down between Roses legs and maneuvered himself to a point where his face was inches away from her pussy. He put one arm around each of her thighs so she could not maneuver away from him and drove his tongue directly into her vagina."

Rose was not expecting anything like this. They had never done anything like this. When his tongue contacted her sensitive flesh and wormed its way deep inside her, her brain's higher functions stopped. Her nerve endings fired and her autonomic nervous system went into hyper-drive. 

Every time Tony moved his tongue, Rose had an orgasm, not a little one, but an explosive one. If his tongue hit her G spot, she flooded the area. He kept his tongue moving in her for almost 2 minutes before he withdrew it, and when he did, Rose collapsed. 

When she awoke, she found him sitting on the edge of the bed, with a glass of juice and some cookies for her to eat. She smiled at him and said, "You are taking away my job."

He replied, "I think I am going to have to work out a brand-new work schedule, because of you."

Rose smiled at him, "It is nice being young again."

"Yes Rose, it is very nice. I am still not finished with you."

"Husband, I am ready when you are."

Tony told her to grab her pillows and follow him, which she did. When they got to the end of the bed, he had her kneel on the end it. She got into the same position she had just been in, but this time, Tony was standing behind her.

He asked, "Wife, are you prepared for the inevitable?"

Rose replied, "If the inevitable is anything like the last time, yes I am."

Tony laughed at her and replied, "I have no idea love, because this is the first time I have ever made love, from this position."

"We have done a lot of firsts today, Anthony. Let's add another joyful one, to the list."

With that said, Tony aimed his erect phallus, at her pink fleshy opening, and in one continuous thrust, he entered her body. It sounded like he had knocked the wind out of her, but he did not stop. He slowly withdrew halfway, and pushed back and slowly. He did this repeatedly until he heard her moan. Then he pulled out completely and thrust back in. Again, he heard the sound of air being forced from her lungs. This time he stopped, and waited. 

Rose was confused. She was enjoying what he was doing and did not know why he stopped. She wondered if he thought he had hurt her, but of course, he had not, and never would. He had promised her that. As strong and as violent as he might be with other people, he was not that way with her. 

She decided to show him that she was okay, by clenching her kegel muscles on his rigid member, which was buried, so deep inside her.

Tony felt her sleeve clenched down on him, but he still did not move. He waited. She had always been passive in their lovemaking, and he wanted her to become more active without him telling her to do it. The thought had to come from inside her, and until it did, he was not going to move.

Rose realized what he wanted her to do. It was one of those things she should have thought of that first. She picked her head up from the pillow, and pulled her hips down nearly extracting him from her pussy. She thrust her hips back at him, until he was completely inside of her, again. She repeated this action several times and then increased her speed, as she memorized the distance, between the two of them. Her cunt began to drip, and her mind began to spin as she realized she was in control of her own orgasm. She felt it brewing, in her lower stomach. Her ovaries were clenching and causing her exquisite pain. She knew she was making noise but she did not care, because there was no one in the house besides Tony and her. There were no more children to interrupt them. They were free to act and make love, without fear that anyone else would hear them. She was remembering how much fun it was back then, but it was such a long time ago.

Tony was having a hard time holding on. He did not want to cum before she did. He had only one choice. He grabbed her by her waist, raised his left leg, put his knee by her hip, and began pounding into her as she was pushing back towards him. Their enjoyment of each other was heightened exponentially.

He lowered his body over hers, covering her back. His hands attacked her breasts, and his mouth attacked her neck, ears, and lips. She moaned. He grunted. He raised her up to where they will both her kneeling vertically. He attacked her mouth with a passion he had not felt in years. One hand mauled her breasts, while the other massaged her clit. 

She screamed, "No more!"

He replied, "Much more!"

She replied in a strained voice, "Oh God, I am cumming!"

He yelled, "Not yet baby, hold on just a moment more."

"I can't do it!"

He pinched both her nipples, and said, "For me Rose, just a little longer."

She screamed when he pinched her and gritted her teeth as she tried to hold on. Then she heard him yell, "Now Rose, now!"

She felt him explode inside her and she exploded with him. She knew that she had cum with more volume, prior to this. More liquid had flowed out of her body those times. It may have seemed to an onlooker that she was more satisfied those times, but it was not so. She had made love with her husband, and they had mutually satisfied each other. It had been so long, since they had done anything like this, her heart was ready to explode in her chest. They had not made love like this, on the first day of their marriage, nor in the many years since then. It had always been, as her daughter told her, in the missionary style. Today, she had learned a totally new way to make love, with her husband. He was lying on her back cuddling her and kissing her neck, totally exhausted, from their fucking. He was still semi-hard inside her and his hand was still cupping her vagina playing with her clit, exciting her even as her tired body tried to calm down. He was remembering those days, of their early love, and he was trying to recapture them for her, and maybe, for both of them. If he had not returned her to heaven, he had started her on the way to it. She was sure she had a very big smile on her face, and it would take a long time to remove it.

She said to him, "Anthony, what would you like for lunch?"

He moved off her back and said, "Turn over, and I will show you."

Rose did as he told her, and when she looked at his face, he had a huge smile on, also. He said to her, "Rose, you have made me very happy today. I hope I have done the same for you."

"Anthony, We have never made love like this. Although I enjoyed our love making, it was never this passionate and this freeing. I have never felt this way since the first day of our marriage. You were so sweet and attentive to my needs, were you to continue to do this for me, I could ask nothing more of you, for the rest of my life."

"Rose, you just did. You asked me what I wanted for lunch."

She smacked him jokingly, "Anthony you know what I mean. Are you hungry?"

"Yes I am, and I want something special."

"Whatever you want, you can have it."

"Remember those words Rose, they could come back to haunt you."

"Do not be funny, Anthony. What do you want to eat?"

He moved his body over his wife and let his weight pressed down upon her. He kissed her lips, and kissed her neck as he moved down her body, pausing at both her breasts, to lick and bite them. He continued down toying with her belly button, kissing the swell of her abdomen and biting curls above vagina. He slipped his arms under her legs, when Rose realized where he was going.

She yelled, "Anthony, you cannot go there. It is all filled with your stuff and mine."

He looked up at her and said, "You have swallowed my stuff and I have swallowed your stuff. I will be the first one to be able to swallow both. If you are nice, I will share it with you."

"Anthony, that even sounds gross."

"When our daughter told you to take my penis into your mouth, did that sound gross to you?"

"Yes, it sounded awful."

"Was it awful?"

"No, I actually enjoyed it."

"Does that answer your question?"

"It still sounds gross."

"Is that a no?"

"No, it is just an opinion."

Tony moved his head down lower and stuck his tongue between the lips of her slit and watched Rose sink slowly into her pillow. Her smile brightened and her chest swelled. He thought of all the years he had wasted, because of his preconceived notions, of what a girl, from an old world Italian family, brought up to be a nun, would expect from her husband in bed. He had been such a fool to listen to his mother and grandmother. At least she was still in the prime of her sexual life, and he had been faithful to her. In his business, he had every opportunity to stray, but he had not. At this moment, as his tongue delved into her sanctuary, he was very proud of himself.

As he placed his thumb on her little button, their liquid essence started flowing out of her body. There was a lot of it. He sucked it into his mouth and swallowed. It tasted like thick salted honey. He repeated this test and moved up her body.

When Rose saw him coming, she took a pillow and put it over her face. He smiled and placed a hand where he knew she was the most ticklish. She yelled, "Don't you dare!"

He did it anyhow, and she threw the pillow at him.

He bent down and put his lips to hers, but she would not open her mouth. He pressed two fingers against her nose so that she could not breathe through it, and then his other hand attacked her pussy. First two fingers went in, and her hips started to move. Then three fingers and she moved faster, but she still did not open her mouth.

Then Tony had an idea. He moved his finger down her taint from her pussy towards her little pink anus. When he got there, he tapped on it. Her eyes opened wide. When Tony put pressure on the little pink eye, her eyes opened wider. When Rose felt pressure, increase to a point where she thought it would slip in she opened her mouth and said, "No!"

Tony slipped his tongue into her mouth, and dribbled their combined essence into her mouth.

Tony was not finished. He kissed his wife passionately, as she swallowed and his finger entered her rectum completely.

Rose's head moved back and forth as the finger moved inside her. When Tony finished kissing her she said, "You sneaky bastard. Not only did you get me to taste our combined stuff, but you managed to stick a finger into me without my permission."

He kissed her again and asked, "When would I have gotten your permission to enter your bottom, Rose?"

"Probably, the day after I died."

"In that case, dear, aren't you glad I did it today, and you found out that it was not such a terrible after all."

"You are still a sneaky bastard, Anthony."

"Would you like to go out to lunch, Rose?"

"You will be late for a meeting or something?"

"Yes I will, but I will call and reschedule it."

"Will we have time for another, umm you know, umm?"

"Well, I could call in sick today. I am the boss, after all. I do have people that can take care of things for one day. I just cannot make a habit of it."

"I know, but today is sort of special, and I would like to keep you all to myself today."

"Today, you are the Queen, and your King is at your disposal."

"Get in bed Anthony, and show me something new and exciting."

"I see I am going to have to buy you some books. This way, when I get home, you will be able to surprise me."

"That would be such fun, Anthony. Antonia would be so proud of me."

"Maybe her getting married is not such a bad thing after all."

25. Frank Catches A Break.

The Italian authorities were alerted to the fact that Antonio Castronova was rushed to the hospital with severe cardiac symptoms. His entire family was at the hospital with him, and he was not expected to survive. When they arrived at the hospital to check on the Don, his wife was crying, his, sons, and daughters were in a panic, and his grandchildren were holding a vigil. The doctors and nurses were working on him, with everything they had in their arsenal. The police were looking at the monitors and could only deduce that the Don was as close to death as anyone they had ever seen. Then they saw the monitors go to a flat line. The doctors called for the paddles to try to restart his heart. The first and second time did not work. The third time they brought him back. He was still extremely weak and they called for a cardiothoracic surgeon.

One doctor came out to talk to the family. He said to the eldest son, "Your father is gravely ill. If we are unable to get him a heart transplant, he may have less than a month or two to live."

The son asked the doctor what was the likelihood of getting his father a new heart.

The doctor replied, "He is within the age range for a transplant and he has no other diseases that would affect a normal recovery afterwards. We will put him on the transplant list immediately and hope for the best."

"Where would be the best hospital for this transplant operation."

The doctor replied, "We can do it here. However, if you want the absolute best, the hospital in Bern, Switzerland is the absolute best in the area."




Why I Hated The Guy From The FBI Ch. 08



Note: All places, and persons used in this story are fictitious, and in no manner of men to detract from any particular region of the world. The author retains the right to this story.

26. Celeste gets bitten.

Celeste was used to waking up in a strange bed after a night of partying, but she was used to seeing a strange man sleeping next to her. However, Philip was not there. He had laid out a dressing gown for her at the edge of the bed and a note telling her he would be on the veranda waiting for her when she awoke. She took a quick shower and put on the gown and when she left the room, a maid was there and directed her to him. He was smartly dressed in riding pants, boots, and a blue shirt with an open collar. He was having coffee and reading the Sunday paper, when she walked onto the veranda. As soon as he saw her, he stopped what he was doing and turned all his attention to her. She looked glorious in the diaphanous gown she had on.

"Good morning Celeste, I hope you slept well."

"The little sleep you allowed me was very good. What you gave me before the sleep, was even better."

"I was enchanted myself, my dear. There is something about you that allowed me to put my heart and soul into what we gave each other last night. I am hoping that we have many more nights together."

"Philip, I am like a butterfly. I float from one place to another, never staying long in any one area. There are many flowers and I love each one for a time."

Then, for whatever time you will allow me, I will love you as fiercely as I can."

"That would be magnificent Philip. I would enjoy that very much. I see that you are going riding, may I come along?"

"Absolutely! I am sure my sisters will have something that can accommodate you. What type of horse would you like? We have everything from Arabians to American quarter horses."

"I have never ridden an American quarter horse. I think I will try one of those with a western saddle."

"Celeste, you could not get an English saddle on an American quarter horse. They are a little too stout around the middle for it."

She grinned at Philip and asked "Will my legs fit around it?"

Philip laughed, "I am sure you will find a way."

For the next three hours, Philip showed Celeste around his property, including his vineyards, his herds of cattle, and sheep grazing lazily in the pasture. They stopped at his winery and tasted some of the wines still aging in their oaken casks, before they headed back to his estate home. He asked her to spend the rest of her time in Milan, with him, instead of with Antonia and Frank. He explained that they would be in school all day during the week, and studying at night. They could get together on the weekend with them, and go out together.

Celeste thought about rebuffing this idea, however, she said she would talk it over with Antonia, before making her final judgment.

When Antonia answered the phone, she sounded out of breath. Celeste laughed and said, "Did I catch you in the middle of something?"

"No, Celeste, Frank was just trying to do the laundry."

"Then why are you huffing and puffing?"

"He was trying to put me in the washing machine."

Philip saw Celeste drop the phone and laugh. He ran over to her to find out what was going on. He took Celeste by the shoulders, because she could not stop laughing and asked her, "Is everything alright?"

Celeste cried, "I do not know what she did, but Frank is trying to put her in the washing machine."

Philip picked up the phone and yelled, "Frank stop it. Frank, if you can hear me stop it."

Frank yelled back, "I told you I was going to kill one of those two women, and Antonia won."

"What did she do Frank?"

"She peed in my coffee, and left me a note telling me about it."

"How does it taste, Frank?

"It will taste a lot better when I get her into the washing machine."

"Think about the wedding, Frank. It will be awfully lonely without her walking down the aisle."

"I will find another midget to take her place."

"Will the midget be as much fun?"

"No, Philip, no one would be as much fun as she is."

"Have you calmed down now, Frank?"

"Yes, Philip, now I will only shoot her."

"Celeste has to talk to her first. Give her the phone."

"I have to pull her head and arms out of the washing machine first, Philip. Then I will give her the phone."

"Do it now Frank, right now."

"Philip, some days you ruin everything for me."

"Give her the phone, Frank. Now!"

Completely out of breath, Antonia said "Hello Celeste."

"You peed and his coffee? Why did you do that?"

"He would not make love to me last night. He said I was being punished."

"In that case, you should have taken a shit in his coffee."

"I did not have to go."

Celeste laughed at her friend. "I am spending the week with Philip. We will get together next Friday. We will go out and party next weekend, if that is okay with you."

"I think that is a marvelous idea. I hated the thought of leaving you alone all week, while Frank and I were in school. I knew you would keep yourself occupied, but with Philip I know you will be in good company."

"Yes, very good company."

"Celeste, there's a tingle in your voice."

"There is not. I have already told Philip that this is a short time thing."

"You are lying to yourself, Celeste."

"Mark my words Antonia; I will be gone in two weeks."

"Will he be with you?"

"Listen, you little witch, you are a hopeless romantic. Take your dreams and put them in someone else's coffee. They will not work on me."

"Celeste, aren't we being a little defensive today?"

"When I see you again, I am going to spank you."

"Promises, promises, mistress."

"I hate you Antonia."

"I love you too, Celeste. Go kiss your boyfriend for me. I will talk to you later. Bye."

"You are incorrigible."

"There you go being defensive again. You better be careful, some one might think something is happening between you two."

"Goodbye brat."

The following Friday, Gloria and Philip Gennaro drove up to Milan, and transferred the $500,000 that was in the safety deposit box, from Tony Caruso into one of their own. They wanted to put it into an instrument that would gain them interest, with the rest of their money, but were unsure how to go about it, with the European trading laws. They stopped by Antonia and Frank's to say hello and ask them if they knew anyone who could help them. Frank asked them to stay until Celeste arrived, because she would have more information about wealth management, then anyone else they knew.

When Celeste arrived, everyone sat down for some wine and coffee. Frank asked her if she would help his father in that matter. She asked Mr. Gennaro, how much money was he talking about. 

He said, "$1.5 million."

Celeste stunned everyone in the room when she replied, "Oh, is that all."

Philip said, "Celeste, be nice. People work their whole lifetime and never get close to that amount of money."

Celeste replied, "I am sorry, Mr. Gennaro, I meant no insult. Sometimes I forget other people's sensibilities, because I have so much money. First, do not put your money into the stock market. It is about to fall apart. Second, do not put it in to land purchases. Values are about to fall through the floor. There are very few safe options at this moment. I have just finished putting all my money into liquid options. If you wish, I can pool your money with mine. When the time is right, my people will start buying depressed assets, at bargain basement prices. It could be two or three years before my people believe that they are supposed to start to come back. However, when it does, we will be in on the ground floor and your money, and mine will take off like a rocket. Your money could increase in value by 10 or 12 fold four years from now. However, patience is the key to this growth."

Antonia said, "I knew it. Everything I tracked pointed to this. Banks are going to fail. Brokerages are going to fail. Mortgaged houses are going to fail. People's homes are going to go into foreclosure because their mortgages are going to go upside down."

Celeste looked at her. "How did you know Antonia?"

"I have been keeping this secret from my father and everyone else for a very long time. If my father knew about it, he would never have let me out of his site. I read the financial papers; I listened to the financial news, and read the arcane minutes of the Federal Reserve Board and European counterparts. When they used the term, 'Irrational Exuberance' in front of Congress several years ago, I knew things were going into the tank. I kept watching and the gains were unsustainable. It was only a matter of time for the bubble to burst. I think it will happen right after the New Year."

Celeste smiled. "My people think it will be April or May before it happens. That is why they sold off my holdings now, to maximize my profits."

"Dad, what do you think? Do you want to pool your money with Celeste's and wait out the coming financial disaster, or do you want to keep your cash in the bank?"

Phil asked Gloria what she thought, because half of the money was hers. 

Gloria replied, "There is safety in numbers, and her numbers are larger than ours. If Frank and Antonia trust, Celeste, I would say to put most of it with her and save some for rainy day."

"How much do you want to keep for rainy day, Gloria?"

"Is $200,000 okay with you Phil?

"Yes, it is."

Frank asked Celeste, if Antonia could put in a little money of her own, with his father's."

Antonia looked at him and said, "Frank, I have $3000 in my checkbook. I don't think Celeste would be interested in that amount of money."

"Antonia, one day you are going to look at our bank statement. For young woman who can figure out what the stock market is going to do years in advance, you cannot figure out how much money you have in your checkbook."

"Frank, where is your gun. You have that look in your eye, again. I still owe Philip one shot in his leg. I might as well shoot you at the same time."

"Don't worry, Philip. I have the guns at a height of 5'7" and above. She will never reach them, even if she jumps."

"I hate you Frank. I really, really hate you."

"Now we are getting somewhere. Celeste, can you assimilate $70 million into your accounts?"

Antonia yelled as she attacked Frank, "You bastard. You have been rich all this time, and you have been keeping me on a budget."

Celeste said, "70 million will not be a problem, Frank. Where did you get the funds?"

"Antonia's father sent them to her."

Antonia's head popped up and asked, "What? My father sent me $70 million. Was he sick or something? Why did he do that?"

Philip answered the questions for him. "Antonia for a smart woman, you have forgotten the entire plan."

"What plan? Oh, those plan. How did that plan, get me $70 million?"

"It was very easy. Frank had to call your father, and told him about the wedding. Knowing that your father's telephone was tapped, by the FBI, he had to do a little ad-libbing. He explained about his visit to Camp Darby, and the operation to remove the shrapnel from his spine. He explained about the attacks on you and the cost in lives to the men on both sides. He said to your father, that my grandfather was going to require restitution for the costs that he incurred and payment to the families of the men for their lifetime. He then said to your father, the cost would be in the high eight figures, and that he should send it to your checking account. He could distribute it, when he arrived here for the wedding. The FBI could not stop a transfer between a father and a daughter. All the appropriate fees and licenses were obtained and the transfers were completed. The FBI now has to wait until the transfers happen between two criminal enterprises, before they become illegal. That will never happen, because my grandfather never asked for the money. You will pay all your father's bills from here, and he will receive his spending money, in cash, via currier."

"You bastard, Frank. I told you that you had that look in your eye, again. I get fucked without the pleasure of being fucked, again. How much money is there in my account, and don't you dare tell me to look at the bank statement?"

"I left $20 million in the account for you to play with Antonia."

"I never knew my father had that much money."

"It is not his money. He took it out of the organization's funds. His money is still wherever he has it buried. However, I can guarantee you that it is not in Tunisia, and he will have a very hard time accessing it. The FBI will make sure of that."

"Dad, I just thought of something. Tony may try to sell the vineyard where you have your home. You may be able to buy the whole thing for a song. Philip do you think you could show my father how to grow grapes?"

Philip laughed. "Tony's property and mine have a mutual border. It would be my pleasure to teach your father how to grow the same grapes that grow on my property. I will purchase them at market price, and turn them into the best wines in the Valley."

Gloria looked at Phil, "The people back home will not believe that we are going to be wine makers."

"Let's not jump the gun, folks. Several things have to happen before you own a vineyard."

Gloria said, "Yes, Frank, but it is such a wonderful thought."

After spending another glorious weekend together, the two couples separated Sunday evening and headed to their respective domiciles. Frank pulled an all-nighter because he had a paper due the next morning, which he had forgotten about, and Antonia would not help them, because she had been punished. To make matters worse, she walked around the kitchen, butt naked, bending, stretching, putting her fingers into her vagina, and then licking them.

Frank groaned as he tried to concentrate and asked her, "If I fuck you, will you leave me alone?"

Antonia replied, "No Frank, I am being punished." She turned and wiggled her bottom as she left the room, only to return 10 minutes later to repeat the same actions as before. However, this time, Frank got up and chased her back into the bedroom. She barely made it in time to close the door, and lock it. 

He told her the next time she came out of that room, she would not be so lucky. He would catch her, tie her up, attach her to a ceiling fan, and turn it on. 

Antonia did not like the sound of that idea at all. She was unsure if the ceiling fan would hold her weight, but even worse, she was sure he would do it. She stayed in the room for the remainder of the night. She hated it when he did not fight fair.

During the following week, Philip and Celeste were inseparable. She even went to church with him, during the week. She had not been inside a house of worship in her entire life. Her father did not believe in any form of religion, except one. Money was his God, and he worshiped it every hour of every day. 

She asked Philip hundreds of questions about what she had seen and heard, while they were there; what it meant to him; and why he believed in things that were so foreign to her way of thinking.

Philip asked her how long she was going to be here, because this has been my religion since I was born. It has been my family's religion, for as long as anyone has kept records. It would be like asking you to count your money in pennies. The simple answer is, "Faith." When you climb into an airplane, you have faith that it will stay in the air and land at its destination. When you get on an ocean liner, you have faith that it will get you to your destination safely. I have the same faith in my religion. It makes me feel safe. I love my God, as much as you love your money. However, when I die, I will leave my body here, however I know my God will take my immortal soul to his bosom. When you die, you cannot take your money with you. It will go to wherever you have directed, but it will stay here while your body rests in its grave. You will have no knowledge of what happens next, if anything, because you have not prepared yourself. My God may take you to his bosom, also, because you have led a good life. He does not discriminate between religions or people. This was the religion that I was born into, and I am very comfortable with it, and its teachings, because I have "Faith."

Celeste was tongue-tied. For someone who was always quick with an answer, this time she had none. She turned and walked away from Philip, deep in thought. Philip did not disturb her. He stayed several feet behind her and let her mull over what he had said. He had not intended to upset her, but apparently that was what his speech had done. 

After several moments, he walked up to her and found her with tears flowing down her cheeks. He took her into his arms and held her to his chest. He apologized for upsetting her and told her that was not what he wanted to do to her. He told her that religion was a very tough subject to talk about. He said religion had caused more wars, and deaths over the eons, than any other cause had ever done. It was not a subject to be taken lightly, and one little talk was not meant to change her or her mind about it.

Celeste thanked him for that explanation, and said she still had a lot of thinking to do. She asked him if they could go for a ride, so she could clear her head. 

They headed out towards the barns and saddled their horses and went around the property again, as they did previously. When they came back, Celeste was in a much better mood, or so Philip thought.

That evening, Celeste spent a lot of time on her cell phone, prior to going to bed. They made love like there was no tomorrow. The following day, Celeste told Philip she had to go have the dresses she put on hold, fitted and she would be back later in the day. He thought nothing of it, because he had work to do at the winery. When she did not return by 7 PM, he began to worry. He called Frank to find out if she was with them. The answer was, "No." Antonia gave him the name of the shop they bought their dresses at and when Philip called, it was closed. 

Shortly after 8 o'clock, a courier arrived bearing a letter for him. He opened it and it broke his heart. "Darling Philip, by the time you read this, I will be many thousands of miles away. I am so confused. I had to get away from everyone and everything. Please do not try to find me, because I must find myself first. The things you talked about today struck a chord with me that never entered my mind. No one has ever spoken to me like that before. It was so beautiful and so simple, that it complicated my entire life. My life was so free and easy, and I used the world, as my playground. I never gave any of what you said a second thought. My father instilled that in to me, and now I am wondering if he was right or are you right. Money is tangible, your God is not. You say your God will take care of you in the next life, if there is one. I will never know if there is one or not. "Faith, "what a marvelous word. I have to find out if the faith I have in my principles, are as important, as the faith you have in your God. 

Please explain to Antonia and Frank I may not be there for their wedding. My people will take care of their money as if it were my own, but I have to find out who I am, before I can continue with my life. All my love, Celeste."

Philip was heartbroken. He had had many lovers, since he was a teenager and now, at the age of 23, a woman had stolen his heart and run away with it. His staff had never seen him like this, and did not know what to do for him. He did not eat or sleep for days. He did not take care of his personal hygiene, which was totally out of the normal for him.

On Sunday, his chief of staff called Frank and asked him to come to the estate and help Philip.

Frank asked, "What is wrong with him?"




Why I Hated The Guy From The FBI Ch. 08



"The young woman he was seeing left him suddenly, Thursday, and he has been inconsolable since then. He has not taken care of himself, at all."

"Celeste left him, and you were just calling me, now! Do not leave him alone, I will be there as soon as I can."

Frank grabbed Antonia, and headed out to the car with their escorts. Antonia demanded to know what was wrong, and Frank told her on the way there.

"I knew that woman was in love. Whatever he said to her scared her senseless."

"What could Philip have said to send her running away like that?"

"Frank, we will find that out when we get there. I want you to call your friend at the FBI, and find her. I just want to make sure that she is okay. I have to know she has not hurt herself. Please do that for me."

"Okay, I am not sure the bureau will like it, but I will ask him."

As they ran up the steps to the estate, Frank asked where Philip was, and he was directed to him. When they got there, Frank laughed at him.

Philip became furious and attacked Frank with every bit of energy. He had left in his body.

Frank did not have any trouble pinning his friend to the ground. "Philip, now you know how I felt while Antonia was dragging me through the mud, before I asked her to marry me. How does it feel, my friend."

"When you let me up Frank, I am going to kill you."

"The smell of you has almost done that already. When was the last time you showered? The beard almost becomes you. However, the mustache has got to go."

"Frank, now I know why Antonia always tells you she hates you. I have a few more words less delicate than that, that I would like to say, but there is a lady present."

"Where, Antonia is the only person here, and she is no lady."

Frank felt a sudden pain in his ribs, caused by a sharp kick from the pointed right shoe on Antonia's foot.

Philip laughed, as Frank groaned in pain.

"That will teach you to aggravate the woman you are going to marry, Frank."

"I did not say she wasn't a woman, Philip. I just said she was not a lady."

Frank groaned, but this time so did Philip. Antonia had jumped in the air and landed square on Frank's back. Frank was lying on top of Philip's back, so both of them took the force of the blow.

"Are you two finished making fun of me? The next time I jump it will be off the table, and crush you both."

"Frank, I promise to be good. Can I get up now?"

"Do you promise to take a shower, without any sharp instruments around?"

"Yes, Frank, I promise."

"Philip, you have 30 minutes to make yourself presentable. Dinner will be on the table, when you come back. 31 minutes and I'll beat your ass all over the place. Understood?"

"I will be down in 30 minutes Frank."

Dinner was not the somber affair you would have expected. Antonia jumped all over Philip like a wolf jumping on an injured sheep. 

"She asked me, Antonia. What was I supposed to do, ignore her?" 

"You should have given her a simple answer. Once she said she had no knowledge of religion, you should have backed off. Didn't you realize she was in love with you? She would not have gone near the church with anyone else. She would have built a church for anyone, but never gone in one. You men are all idiots when it comes to women. Frank, I thought you were the dumbest man alive. Now, I know you have competition."

"Okay, your highness, what do I do now?"

"You! You do not do a thing. Frank's friends will find her, and I will go to her. I will not promise you I will bring her back, but I will make sure that she is okay. If you have hurt that woman, I swear to God I will shoot you between the eyes. She is the only friend I have on this planet, and I will not lose her."

Philip looked in Antonia's eyes, and said to Frank, "Please hide your guns. She is not joking around. If you do not find her, Antonia will kill me."

"Give me your cell phone, Philip. The agency probably has a trace on mine. Let me call my friend and see what I can do."

It was a very quick phone call, because even from an unknown cell phone, the FBI can do wondrous things. Gomes had all the information he needed and promised to do everything he could. He told Frank that finding a billionaire should not be hard to do. He found out he was wrong.

27. A Rose for Milan

On October 7, Rose walked off the Delta Airlines flight, looking for her daughter. She received a reception quite like the one Antonia received in Rome. There was family everywhere. Aunts and uncles she had not seen since she left for the United States, 22 years ago were there to greet her. There were enough tears flowing to start another fountain. It was nearly an hour after her initial greeting that she realized she had not seen her daughter. She called out, "Antonia."

"Up here, mom." From the balcony, one floor up stood Antonia and Frank, smiling down at her."

"What are you doing up there," Rose asked?

"Do you think I wanted to be in the middle of that mob?"

Rose looked around and then back up at her daughter and said, "No, I guess not. Will you come down, or should I come up?"

"I will come down to you, mama."

Past arguments were forgotten as soon as their arms intermingled. They had missed each other sorely, and did not want anything to stand in their way now.

Rose looked at Frank, and said, "You do not look as tall as I remember."

Frank laughed. "She has cut me off at the knees, Rose, and she has scrambled my brains also. Why do you think I am marrying her? I could not inflict her on any other man. They would never survive her."

Antonia stepped on his foot, and Frank let out a howl.

"Do you see what I mean mom, she is absolutely untamable."

"I believe Vincent warned you of that problem."

"I guess I missed that lesson."

"If you two are finished, we could get my mother's bags and head home now. I am tired of being everyone's punching bag."

Frank took Rose's arm and said, "Oh, if it was only so."

He got hit again for that remark.

Rose loved the villa where Antonia and Frank were staying. However, once she was settled, she asked Frank if he could take a walk for about an hour because she wanted to talk to her daughter alone.

He took his books and went to the library and told them to call his cell, when he was allowed to return.

As soon as Rose was sure he could not hear her, she said to Antonia,

"Sex is so much fun, since you told me what to do."

Antonia and Rose burst into a fit of laughter, simultaneously.

"Are you going to tell me about it or are you going to be too embarrassed to speak to your daughter about your intimate life?"

"Your father demanded that I talk to you about it. He said I was able to do things that some of the women that work for him could not do."

"Mom, are you going to become a working girl?"

"No, I am not going to get a job."

"Mom, a working girl is a hooker; a prostitute."

"Be nice to your mother, or I will take you over my knee and spank you."

"That is one of my favorite things, mom. Frank will probably tell you that later. However, now I want to hear all about your exploits. What has happened in the three weeks since I have called you?"

"When your father got off the phone, I told him we were going back to bed because 'I wanted to get laid.' He looked at me like I was from outer space. We had a discussion about our relationship, from the day we met until now, and we realized that we loved each other, as much that day, as we had from the very beginning of our marriage. He took me to bed and he took control right away. However, after I came the first time, I did what you told me to do. He tried to stop me, because I had never done that before. He told me I did not have to do it because it might not be in my comfort zone. I told him how would I know if it is in my comfort zone if I had never done it? I told him to lie down, and I started. I told him what you said about the teeth and he laughed. I held it in my hand like he told me to and put it in my mouth with no problem. My mouth was very wet so it slid past my uvula very easily and I had no trouble breathing. I did not know this was out of the ordinary so I continued putting it down further into my throat. When my nose your dads stomach, he got so excited, he came immediately, and shot his stuff straight down into my stomach. That time I did not taste a thing because it was already past my taste buds. When I took it out of my mouth, I looked at him and asked, 'Is that all there is to it?' Your dad laughed and pulled me up to his face and kissed me all over. That is when he told me that he had women that worked for him that could not do what I just did. Then he surprised me and said that he had been faithful to me during all the years of our marriage. He told me he had many opportunities over the years but as he told Vincent and Donna, 'Family is the most important thing in life.' I thought we were done but he surprised me and we made love in a different position than missionary. Then he went down to my vagina and sucked our stuff out and came up to me and held my nose until I opened my mouth and he shared it with me. Do you know how he got me to open my mouth, that bastard! He stuck a finger up my rear end."

Antonia burst into laughter as her mother explained the beginning of her sexual revolution. She explained to her mother that the best was yet to come and that the more she experimented with dad the better the sex would be.

Rose exclaimed, "Better, I have never changed the sheets on our bed so often in our married life. They always seem to be wet. I have had to buy padding to put under the sheets, so we do not ruin the mattress."

"Mom, if you are going to be playing around on the bed and acting like teenagers again, you had better get a better mattress. The one you have has to be more than 10 years old and it has seen better days."

"I will ask your father about it."

"Do not ask him; tell him you want a new mattress. If he says no, tell him he is not getting any more, until you get it."

"What are you talking about? I am the one that wants it more than he does. If I stop giving him sex, I will be the one that suffers."

"Mom, you have a lot to learn about men. Once they start getting something, they cannot live without it. How do you think I got Frank to ask me to marry him? I taunted him to the point that he was ready to kill me. Then, I turned away from him, and left him alone. He did not know what to do with himself, when I was not there to aggravate him. His favorite saying was 'I hate you Antonia, I really, really, really hate you.' I would say to him that hate was the closest thing to love known to man. He would scream and walk away."

"Antonia, that was totally unfair."

"Mom, I am getting married in December."

"You do have a point dear."

Frank's cell phone rang and he thought he was going it was safe to go home. It was Gomes, however, giving him some bad news. Celeste was nowhere to be found. He had called in every favor he had and no one could find were she had gone. Wherever it was, it was far off the beaten track. He would keep looking to see if she popped up anywhere, but as of right now there was no sighting of her anywhere in the civilized world. She had not used her cell phone, credit card, checkbook, or real name at any airport, train, or bus station in Europe or the United States. Russia was a problem because their computers were not tied into Interpol. They would have to be accessed separately. There was no chance of getting anything out of the Chinese or the Middle East, and South America was a quagmire of inefficiency. Gomes joked that it would be easier to find her, if she was on the Antarctic continent than any place in the Brazilian rainforest.

That is when the idea hit Frank. "Gomes she is in St. Louis."

"Trust me Frank she is not in St. Louis."

"Not our St. Louis, dummy, the St. Louis on the Amazon River. She once said that she loved the old opera house, in St. Louis. Shit, it is not called St. Louis anymore. She told me the name, but I only remember St. Louis. I am in the library, I will look it up and I will call you back."

"Frank, I could call the Library of Congress and have they done it for us. It would probably be faster."

"Smart ass, cock sucking bastard!"

"I like you to Frank. I will call you back. Goodbye."

When the phone rang five minutes later Frank asked, "What did you find out?"

Antonia replied, "I cannot tell you what I talked to my mother about."

"Oh, it is you, I thought it was Gomes. He was supposed to call me back."

"Did he find Celeste?"

"That is what the phone call is going to be about. I remembered something that she told me once, and I could not remember the name of the city. I remembered the old name but not the new name. Gomes is calling the Library of Congress to get it, and when he does he will call me back."

"You can come back now. My mom is cooking dinner."

"Oh great, my stomach will not bother me tonight."

"Frank you may not live until December at this rate."

"From your lips, to God's ears, Antonia."

"How high did you say your guns are? My mother is taller than I am."

"My guns are in one place; the bullets are in another.

"I told you, that you were a sneaky bastard, Frank."

"I am also teaching Philip the art and science of being sneaky. You scared him the other day and he has to be on the alert every time he sees you."

"I would never kill Philip; except if Celeste hurt herself. Then all bets are off. As for you, I have to make sure your insurance is paid up and you have my father taken care of in Tunisia. Once that is accomplished, somebody else will kill you and I will dance on your grave."

"Antonia, did I tell you I was recording this conversation?"

"You are not Frank."

Frank played back the last 30 seconds of the conversation to her and Antonia yelled, "You cannot use that in court its entrapment." 

"This is not the United States. Italy loves to put little women in jail. Insurance companies will not pay women who murder their husbands. The best laid plans of mice and women oft go awry."

"Fuck you Frank."

"Is that a threat or promise?"

"Antonia, watch your mouth."

"I am so glad your mother is here."

"Not even my mother can save you Frank."

"Rope and a ceiling fan may save me."

"I hate you Frank I really, really, really hate you."

"Tell your mother I will be home in 20 minutes. Does she need anything from the store?"

"Mom, Frank wants to know if you need anything from the store."

"Yes, I need a bar of lye soap, so I can wash out my daughter's mouth."

"You do not have to repeat it Antonia, I heard it. I will bring home 10."

"I hate you Frank. If you bring lye soap into this house, you are never getting it again."

"If you put that in writing I will sign it in blood."

Antonia did not answer; she just slammed the phone down onto the receiver and ran into the den.

Rose said to her, "I guess you lost that deal, didn't you?"

"Mother, sometimes he just pisses me off."

"Antonia, after 12 years of Catholic school, do you think you could use language more befitting a young lady?"

"I will quote my future husband, "I did not say she was not a woman I said she was not a lady."

"I could not agree with him more. The way you act and the way you speak indicates that you are not a lady. You act like a tomboy, and you speak like a truck driver. If you want to be treated like a lady, you have to act like a lady. If you want to be treated like a woman act like a woman. You told me a short time ago that a man wants a Madonna on his arm and a whore in his bedroom. If you meant that, you have to act like it. You have been angry all your life, because you thought we did not want you around us. It was a mistake your father made, because of who he is and what he does. He did not want you to see what he does and who he associates with. He wanted to keep you safe and away from harm. He thought he was doing the best thing for you. He did not realize; we did not realize, how hurt you were, until you spoke up when you came home from school this year. You have no idea how sorry your father is. However, I do not believe he would change a thing considering his circumstances. He may have kept you closer to home, but that would have been the only change."

"Mom, we need talks like this more often. Like I told Frank when he told me he had feelings about me the way he decided to keep away from me was to try and keep me angry with him. He thought if I was angry with him, I would only see him as my guard and not as a man. The problem with his thinking was the more he tried to push me away, the more I pulled him towards me. He pushed and I pulled. He found out I was stronger, because we both really wanted the same thing: Each other. However, I do think you are right, as much as I hate to admit it. I think I should back off a little bit and give him some breathing room. I love him so much mom, and I do not want to lose him. I am afraid if I change anything it will ruin our balance and he will think something is wrong. I will try to tone down my rhetoric a little bit to please you and him between now and the wedding."

"As far as you and daddy sending me away to school, we will talk about that another time, when Frank is here. Some things are happening and they need to be explained so there are no misconceptions about it, and no hard feelings because of it."

"Antonia, that sounds a little bit ominous. Is there a problem brewing that I need to know about?"

"Mom, Frank needs to be here to explain everything to you because it is very technical and I do not want to get it wrong. He will be here soon and everything will work out fine."

Frank yelled, "I hope dinner is ready I am starved."

"Mom, he is just like every man. You can call him this and you can call him that, just do not call him late for dinner."

"In that case Antonia, you know what time you will be home."

Frank walked into the den and kissed his future mother and looked to see if it was safe to kiss his future bride.

Antonia said, "Well do I get a kiss, also?"

"I was just checking to see if it was safe to approach you." 

"Do you see what I have to put up with mother? He starts as soon as he walks into the house, and you wonder why I yell at him."

"Darling, considering the way you talked to him at the airport, on the ride home, and the instructions you gave him on allowing him to come home, I would have checked your mannerisms, also."

"Mother, you are not allowed to take his side."

"I am the guest here; I can do as I please."

"Rose, when we build our house, I am going to build a wing just for you. I want you to be around, to keep correcting her."

"Frank, you are sleeping with me tonight, and Celeste is not here. That moves me into first position for that operation."

"Come on you two, dinner is ready. If you are going to kill each other, at least do it on a full stomach."

"Rose, I was not going to kill her. I was just going to tie her up, attach her to a ceiling fan, and turn it on. If she eats dinner first, the room is going to be awfully messy."

"I do not care, as long as it is your room, Frank."

"Mom, you are not helping me, at all."

"You are threatening to cut off your future husband's privates, and you want help from me?"

"Some men have too many balls."

"Those with too few would not give you a second glance."

"That was really cold, mother. Are you sure our family is not from Sicily?"

"It is an ancient family secret, and I will never tell."

Antonia walked into the kitchen to help serve dinner, while Frank just held his hands over his crotch to make sure he had two balls and one dick left the play with.

As soon as dinner was over, and they were having coffee, Antonia asked Frank to explain to her mother what was happening around her.




Why I Hated The Guy From The FBI Ch. 08



"Rose how good are you at keeping secrets from your husband?"

"If it is a good secret I can keep it for a very long time. If it is a bad secret I am terrible at it, because it shows all over my face. I worry and he sees it and he will pester me until I tell him what is going on. You will have to decide if you wish to tell me or not."

"Rose, is keeping Tony out of jail a good secret or a bad secret?"

"That would be a very good secret. We have started new lives together recently and we are very happy with one another again as we were as newlyweds. I would like to keep it that way for a very long time."

"Rose, you are going to do the best acting job of your life, because Tony cannot know anything about what I am about to tell you. However I want you to be prepared not to go back to the United States ever again after you come here to the wedding."

Rose was shocked into silence. She looked at Frank and Antonia and could not believe what she had just heard. Frank took her hand and pressed it into his head and said, "Rose, when I first met you, I was working for the FBI." Rose nearly fainted. It was like a prize fighter taking a left and right to the jaw, one right after the other. Antonia moved her chair to sit beside her mother.

"I will not go into the details of it, because they are minor, but I do not work for them now, and I will never work for them again. What I am doing for Tony and for Antonio Castronova, Phillip's grandfather, is preparing a safe refuge for them, from their governments because all hell is about to break loose on them. For Tony it could be one to five years, before they could get to him because they are after Don DiAngiolla first. As soon as they have him in custody is a short walk for your husband, and then possibly Vincent, into jail. Vincent is not involved yet, however the longer Tony is on the outside the more time he has to pull Vincent to the inside of his organization. Once Vincent is inside, the feds will get him. I got that message from an inside source at the FBI. It is no surprise to you what your husband does so that part should not be a shock. Here is what we plan to do. When you go home you will plan your Thanksgiving and Christmas's normally. Dress the house up extremely festive for Christmas; inside and out. Have Vincent do the same thing for his house. All of you will be coming here the Sunday after Thanksgiving and you will be returning the Sunday, one week after the wedding. The FBI will be looking for any inconsistencies in your travel plan, so we will not give them anything to be suspicious about. I would bet they will have people watching our wedding and that will be fine, because everybody is going to be here having a wonderful time. The hotel rooms will be booked everything will be perfectly normal and routine. The change will happen at the airport. There will be another couple by the names of Anthony and Rose Caruso there. They will have tickets to Tunisia. They will board your flight back to New York. You and Tony will take their seats and fly to Tunisia. The flights depart from the same international concourse. We will make sure that a great number of family and friends are at the airport to say goodbye to all of you. The clothes you bring with you will be packed and sent by parcel to your new place in North Africa. The clothes that go your suitcases will be from the other couple. The ticket exchange between you and the other Caruso's will be done through a middleman. Everything should go off like a dream, however if it does not we have a backup plan, already laid out. Are you with us so far?"

Initially, it is going to work this way. The flight to Tunisia is scheduled to leave and 9:30 PM. It will develop a technical problem and be delayed indefinitely. Your Delta flight is the last flight scheduled to leave that evening. It is scheduled to leave at 11:30 PM. It will develop a technical problem and be delayed indefinitely. If there are any police watching, they will only see you and dad and Vincent and Donna and possibly the baby with everyone else hanging around the Delta boarding area. The flight for Tunisia is four gates and down from you. They should have no reason to hang around. The longer they do, the longer the planes will be delayed. However, they will leave. They will be on overtime, and even the Italian police and the FBI do not like paying overtime by watching people sit in a boarding area waiting for an airplane to be fixed. You are in a secure area; you cannot leave without going through security. Why bother staying? If they become a real problem, they will get a call telling him that there are coffee and sandwiches for them by the security exits. While they are there we will switch the four of you and quietly start loading the aircraft. Everything after that should take care of itself. The air Tunisia flight is a smaller aircraft and should take off quickly and be on its way to Carthage; before anyone realizes that you and Tony are on it."

"I guess I should not buy a book on Tunisia just to have lying around the house."

Antonio laughed, "No mother that would not be a good idea."

"What should I expect when I get there? What does it look like, what are the people like?"

"Mom, you are going to be here for another five days. We will go to the library together and find out. Plus, you will never guess where Frank and I are going on our honeymoon?"

"You are just saying that to make me feel better."

Frank said, "No mom, she is not. We are renting you a place in the city of Hammamet. It is a tourist city, north of one of the country's largest cities, Tunis. It has a major airport and all the amenities you could want. It is as westernized as any Arab country can be. It is called the Riviera of North Africa. The brochures show people bathing "alfresco" on the shore. It does not look half bad mom. The best part is Tunisia does not have an extradition treaty with the United States. The FBI cannot touch him there."

"Frank, are you going to get in trouble for doing this?"

Frank looked around the room underneath his seat and under the table and back at his future mother and said, "Who me, what did I do. I just got married to the guy's daughter. I did not know what he had planned. I told him that is where I was going on our honeymoon and he showed up there."

Rose looked at her daughter and said, "Does he always lie this poorly?"

"Mom you should see his face when he tries to hide something from me. How he ever kept the secret that he worked for the FBI from dad, I will never know."

"When did you find out that I worked for the FBI, smart ass?"

"I hate it when he is right. I did not find out until recently. I had a feeling he was lying to me about something, but I was not sure about what."

"That reminds me, I have to speak to Philip because we need two sets of passports. One Italian set from mom and dad and one set of US passports for his grandfather and grandmother. It turns out Italy does have an extradition treaty with Tunisia. His grandparents will have to go to Morocco. Italy does not have a treaty with them."

"Frank, where do you find all this stuff out," Rose asked?

"On Google, mom. You ask a question you scroll down find the closest related question and click on it. Up will pop your answer. Two minutes worth of work and you are done."

"Computers are amazing."

"Speaking of computers mom, have you ever watched porn on a computer yet?"

"Antonia, that is disgusting."

Antonia stood up and grabbed her mother's hand. "Come with me mother, and 30 minutes I want to know if your panties are dry."

"Antonia, I have never done anything like that in my life."

"Mother should I tell Frank about the things you have never done in your life until recently?"

Rose looked at her daughter with daggers in her eyes and said, "You would not dare."

"Frank, at the age of 42 my mother gave my..."

"Stop, stop, I give up and I will go with you, just stop. I forgot who I was dealing with for a moment."

"Rose, she never lets you forget for a very long. She has a way of distributing pain in ways people never have imagined before."

"And you really are going to marry her?"

"Mom, one more word out of you and I will finish my sentence."

"Frank did you buy the soap I asked for?"

"Yes I did Rose. It in the bag by the front door."

Rose stared menacingly at Antonia. "If my daughter opened her mouth, get me that bag."

"It would be my pleasure Rose."

The two women stood about 8 feet apart and Frank was equidistant between them. No one moved. Frank waited for one of them to blink and he knew it would not be Rose, who leered at her daughter with eyes of steel, daring her to say something.

Frank turned his body towards Antonia and smiled widely at her. Antonio looked at him with fury on her face. She was as red as a beet and her blood pressure must have soared to the highest point on the scale. Finally she could not take it anymore and through clenched teeth and seal lips she said, "e hhhhttt uuu fffkk."

Frank move closer to her and asked, "I did not understand what you said would you repeat that please?"

"e hhhhttt uuu fffkk."

Rose laughed as Frank said again, "I am sorry doll, but I just do not understand you. Do you want me to bring you a pencil and a piece of paper so that you can write it down?"

Antonia answered "Yes please."

Rose yelled, "Frank the soap."

Antonio screamed, "Oh shit, I opened my mouth," as she ran to the safety of her room. 

Unfortunately, Frank was there to block her retreat holding a brown paper bag in his hand.

"First you tricked me into talking, and now you are holding the soap over my head. I should kick you right in your balls."

"Yes you could. However, I am going to watch your mother wash your mouth out with soap. If this was Yankee Stadium I would pay for the thousand dollar box seat for this event. Please do not say it. I will do it for you. "I hate you Frank. I hate you, I hate you, and I hate you. I hate everything about you. You are the lowest human being on the planet." Does that about cover everything that you have to say about me, because if I left anything out I do apologize."

Antonia lowered her head and meekly turned around to go into the kitchen. In a sad voice she said, "No Frank, you about covered it. Thank you for reminding me how I treat you."

Frank, who was as happy as a hell one second ago, had just had the wind knocked out of him by her tone of voice. He looked at Rose and mouth silently, "What happened?"

Rose smiled at him, took the bag from his hand and shushed him out of the room.

He went to his room and pulled down the Kel-tech mini-pistol, and disassembled it. He loved that little gun because it had power, punch and capacity all in a little package. In less than 30 minutes he had taken it apart cleaned and oiled all its moving parts, reassembled it and was ready to put it away, when Antonia walked into the room.

She asked, "Is that for me?"

"It is to protect you."

"I thought you were getting ready to use it on me."

"I would not need anything so big to take care of a dwarf like you."

She climbed up on his lap and put her head on his shoulders and said, "Frank, I am sorry I am such a bitch. Sometimes I just do not know when to stop. My mother and I have been talking about it and she told me some things that I did not want to hear. I do not want to lose you and I worry if I change, into my mother, I will. I want to be me, but I do not want to be mean to you, and that is what I have been lately. I miss Celeste, and I am worried sick about her. However, there is no excuse for my behavior. I am going to try to back off a little bit. If it gets you nervous or upset you have to tell me because that is what I worry about the most. Our attraction to one another came from our differences. We fought like cats and dogs, and that is how we fell in love. I do not want to fall out of love, because we do not fight, but I do not want to fight with you, if I am going to hurt you. Did that come out right?"

"I don't know; who are you?"

She hit him, with her open hand, right across the side of the head. "Do you see what I mean Frank? I opened my heart to you, and you make a joke out of it. You are useless piece of shit."

"Oh Antonia, it's you." He laughed, threw her over his shoulder and spun her around the room, as she laughed and giggled in delight.

Rose could not help but overhear their conversation. She could not believe how perfect they were for one another. Frank's answer nearly made her pee her pants, because she had to stifle her laugh. How things had changed, since she was a young woman, here in Italy. The pendulum had swung the other way. If she had hit Anthony, her father would have cut off her arm, because of the show of disrespect towards a man. Times had surely changed in the past 30 years; and she liked it very much.

Celeste loved talking to Prof. Michaels. She had been her favorite educator throughout her college years, and helped her keep her head on straight, after her father had passed away. She was not a psychiatrist, but Prof. Michaels knew every brain cell in Celeste's head better than any other person on the planet. They kept in touch every few months, and the professor's pension plan was better than the President of the United States. Celeste had seen to that little item. California Poly-Technical University St. Louis Obisbo was not a big college campus, but its location, temperate climate, and ambience made up for the lack of a big college feel. It also gave Celeste a choice of where to live while she went to school. She could live in a private dorm room, her father's palatial home, or in the beach house moments from the college. You would think she had a list of friends a mile-long, but she did not. Everyone knew who she was and how much money she was worth and tended to let her make her friends rather than try to make friends with her. She broke out of her shell, after her father died. She had always felt smothered by his presence, and once he was no longer there to stop her from doing whatever she wanted to do, she became the butterfly she had always wanted to be. She was still very selective, but those people she chose were always close friends for the remainder of her college life. Some were still friends now six years later. However, her closest friend of all was Professor Michaels, and after her talk with Philip, she ran home to the only person she knew she could talk to openly. Celeste insisted on calling Ann Michaels, Prof. Michaels because it made her feel more comfortable. She even insisted on paying for the time she took up with the professor, although a dime was never asked for. She stayed at the professor's home, inundated the house with flowers, wine and expensive knickknacks, that made her home look nicer. For all of this, the professor gave Celeste what she needed, "Peace of mind." Their discussions were wide ranging and not just about religion. Celeste's favorite subject was sex. Her least favorite subject was money, although she did warn the professor about the upcoming doom and gloom of the housing and financial markets. After six weeks of tiring out all the other conversations, the professor asked Celeste if she was ready to tackle a real problem. 

Celeste thought she would turn the tables on the professor and ask her what she thought her real problem was?

Prof. Michaels said, "You fell in love and you got the shit scared out of you. Then, he mentioned his religion, and you wondered if you would have to change who you were to be more like him? You already knew the answer to that, but you were so blinded by your love, you could not even see it."

Celeste looked at the professor and said, "I do not fall in love. It is for other people, not for me. People try to take advantage of me through sex, because they know how much I enjoy it. I never let anyone get close enough to me, to fall in love with them. I told him I would only be there for two weeks, and he said he was fine with it. He would love me while I was there and he would let me go when I wanted to leave."

"He must have loved you very much to give you that freedom."

"Philip was a very nice young man. He was a gentleman in every respect of the word. I liked him very much."

"Then why did you leave before your two weeks were up? Why did you run away?"

"Why do you think I am here? I do not know what is going on in my head. I have never run away from anything in my life. Why did I panic? What is wrong with me?"

"Do you want me to repeat myself, or do you want to admit to yourself that you are in love, and it is a feeling that you have never really felt before, except for your father. The love you felt your father, was a suffocating love. He controlled every aspect of your life, and you fear Philip will do that to you. Intrinsically, you know that can never happen. You have boasted about your prenuptial agreement for years, now you actually have a chance to prove it."

"I do not have a prenuptial agreement."

"Oh you naughty girl you. You said that to scare off any suitor that even came close to you. Kings, Count's and Earl's have pursued you, since the day after your father's funeral, and you have used that line to scare them away. Celeste you are magnificent."

"That is what Frank and Philip said about me."

"Who is Frank?"

"He is marrying my best friend in December. I do not know if I am going to be there. Philip is going to be there, and I do not know if I am going to be ready to see him."

"Young woman, if I have to tie you up like a mummy, and put a gun to the back of your head, you are going to be at that wedding. You have nothing to fear except yourself. Philip does not expect you to change because of him. He told you that he did not expect you to change. He told you about his religion, about his God. He told you he did not know what would happen to you after death. I do not know what is going to happen to me after death. 70% of this planet does not know what is going to happen after death. Why should you be any different? The Bible is a bunch of fairytales. If you believe those stories, every time somebody makes love today, we are committing incest. Each and every one of us."

Celeste looked at the professor and asked, "Would you mind explaining that to me?"

The professor smiled, and asked Celeste if she knew the story about Noah and His Ark.

Celeste said that everyone knew that story.

Professor said, "Everyone on that Ark was related to Noah and his wife. Therefore, from that time on, anyone born on this planet has been related to Noah. Therefore, everyone, and I mean everyone, has been having incestuous sex, and apparently enjoying it, considering the overcrowding of this tiny planet."

Celeste laughed at the professor's analysis of incestuous relationships. She did not laugh at her thoughts about religion, however. She asked her if there was anyone on the faculty that was an expert on religion, with whom she could speak.

Prof. Michaels replied, "Of course we do. I will arrange an appointment with Father Chang. You will absolutely adore him."

Celeste could not believe what she heard. "You are sending me to a priest?"

"Well, we call him Father Chang. Actually, he is Msgr. Chang. He knows more about the religions of this world than anyone I have ever met. He could talk of Buddhist Monk into becoming an atheist overnight."

"I do not want to be talked out of what I am, into something else. I just want to figure out what I am, and how I fit in."

"Darling, he will do that for you also."

28. Chasing a Wild Goose

"I found it Frank," Gomes said. "It is called Manaus, Brazil. It even has an airport there, with a direct flight out of Miami. Civilization exists in the middle of the Amazon River basin."

"I cannot thank you enough, big guy. How would you like to take some unpaid leave and go down to Brazil for me? Antonia and I will make it very profitable for you."




Why I Hated The Guy From The FBI Ch. 08



"How profitable Frank?"

"We will pay you $10,000 plus expenses, for a week of your time, my friend."

"When do you want me to leave?"

"Yesterday!"

"I will call you right back Frank."

Frank ran into the bedroom and jumped onto the bed where Antonia was still sleeping. 

She screamed and jumped in confusion as he landed on her. "Frank, you idiot, you could have hurt me."

"It is so nice that you have mellowed these past few days. I thought I was going to get hit in return."

"Do not tempt me Frank. I will take a dump in your coffee, next time."

"Gomes found the place Celeste talked about."

"Why did not you say that in the first place? I might have kissed you instead."

"I did not want to ruin your record of insulting me, when you woke up in the morning."

"Thank you, Frank. Where is this place, and how do I get there?"

"It is in the middle of the Amazon jungle, and you do not get to go there."

"Wild horses could not keep me from going there Frank. I have to know that she is all right."

"Gomes is going I made him an offer he couldn't refuse."

"Why can't I go?"

"Go where Antonia," Rose asked?

"Good morning mother. I kind of forgot you were here for a moment. I am sorry."

"Are you talking about your friend Celeste?"

"Yes, Frank's friend from the FBI found her, in the middle of the Amazon jungle."

"That is a very weird place for a very wealthy person to want to be," Rose replied. "Why would she go there?"

"Frank remembered a conversation with her where she mentioned an opera house and the word St. Louis. The St. Louis in the United States does not have an opera house. Celeste has been all over the world and this place seemed to be fixed in Frank's head with the conversation they were having."

Rose laughed. "I hope your friend had all his shots. I saw a program on television by National Geographic, and the bugs were huge."

Frank replied that he had seen the same program, and he thought some of the bugs could carry Antonia away.

"Why is it always me Frank? Why cannot you think of somebody else to pick upon."

Frank walked over and stood by Rose. Then he looked at Antonia and said, "If a bug looked at your mother, then looked at me, and finally looked at you, which one would he choose to carry away?"

He did not get an answer verbally, he received a pillow instead. Then he received a shoe, and then the second one. He looked at Rose and said, "She has small feet, too."

Antonia screamed in defeat and covered herself with the blankets."

Gomes called back, and said he could leave in two days' time. 

Frank asked him for his account number so we can wire him the money. 

Gomes said, "Why do not you make it an even $12,000 and will call it straight."

Frank asked him if he was sure about it, because he did not want his friend to be shorted because the trip could be more expensive. After a short conversation, Frank wired him the $12,000, and the waiting period started.

Antonia and her mother finally had a chance to go with Philip into Malan to find her wedding dress. The design houses were everywhere and the prices were astronomical. Rose asked Philip if there were any other places that they could go to and purchase a more reasonable dress. 

Philip replied that his aunts and cousins had a dressmaking shop on the outskirts of town, where they made dresses. If Rose and Antonia would like to take a look at what they have made in the past, he would gladly take them there.

Rose agreed readily, because she remembered her aunts from years gone by. When they arrived at the store, there was another family reunion. 

Finally, Philip had to break it up. He said, "Ladies, if you keep talking like this you will lose your business, and you will never be able to make Antonia her wedding dress before December 8th." As soon as this fell out of his mouth, he realized he had made a mistake. The screaming and yelling started all over again. He left the store and walked down the street to the coffee shop on the corner. 

The owner knew him and brought him his usual coffee and asked if he would like anything else?

Philip said, "Yes! Do you have anything that will take eight screaming women out of my head?"

The owner replied, "I have some excellent wine from a local young winemaker in the back if you would like some?"

"Yes, if you would not mind, that would do nicely."

Back in the shop, the screaming had just barely calmed down, the questions started, and the measuring tapes were coming out.

"How high are your shoes going to be? How tall a crown do you want? Do you want short sleeves, long sleeves or in between? 

Antonia was just about to answer these questions, when the eldest of her aunts said, "Do not bother, we will take care of it. However, all brides lose weight before the wedding. You are not allowed to lose weight; not 1 ounce or the dress will outweigh you. Strip her and take her to the scale."

Antonia looked at her mother and shrugged her shoulders. She told them she was 103 pounds. I am always 103 pounds. They put her on the scale and she was 103 lbs. 2 oz. Her aunt said to her, "On December 3, you will be exactly that weight. If you are too light we will feed you. If you are too heavy you will go into the steam room and come out at that weight. Do you understand?"

"It is easier to put a little elastic around the middle, just in case I get pregnant, between now and then."

Her aunt came over to her, put her hand on her lower belly and patted it. She said, "Pregnant starts here, not up here around your waist. This is fat. That comes later when you are old like me." 

Everyone in the room laughed at the matriarch of the family. Once they finalized their measurements, they started on the designs. Book after book, wedding gown after wedding gown, they looked and they looked, but did not find one that would look good on Antonia. Each dress was designed for a tall elegant woman. They had to find one that would define a little princess; and that was when it struck all of them at the same time. The little princess needed a princess wedding dress. Antonia was not happy when they took out the children's books. When Rose saw the look in her eyes she called her over and said to her that they were only getting ideas for her dress, they were not going to make her a dress from the book. 

She said to Antonia, "If you are not happy with the design, we will go back into Milan, and we will get you something from there with which you will be happy. Do we have a deal?"

"Yes mother, I am better now. I just hate being like a child."

"Antonia, you are anything but a child. You are a woman in every sense of the word. You have growing up to do, but remember you are just 19 years old. You have a whole lifetime ahead of you. No one has told you who you have to marry, like they told me. No one told you who to love, like they told me. Be happy with yourself, and give yourself time to grow up."

Antonia put her head against her mother's chest and said, "Thank you mom."

From the other side of the room it was a shout, "We have it!"

Antonia raced over to see what they had found. She looked over at the dress they were pointing to and she was mortified. It was a dress for a 4 to 5-year-old girl with puffy sleeves and a flouncy bottom with crinolines underneath, that made it stand out. It was truly ugly.

Her aunt brought a sketching pad to the table and began drawing the figure. Antonia did not believe you could draw a three-dimensional figure on a two dimensional pad, but she watched this 80-year-old woman do it before her eyes. The dress on the pad had no resemblance to the dress on the page below. It took nearly 10 minutes for her to finish but when it was done Antonia was in love. She looked at the dress and could see herself in it. She looked at her mother and her mother just looked back at her to see her smiling. When her aunt said, "What do you think of my initial drawing?" Antonia replied, "If you change a thing I will kill you."

The matriarch laughed, looked at Rose and said, "If I did not know she was your daughter, I would definitely know she was from our family. She has the mouth."

Everyone in the room burst into laughter again as they hugged each other. Antonia asked, "I guess I do not have to pick out the fabrics or anything, because you are going to take care of that, right?"

"Do you see how smart she is Rose? It did not take her long to figure out that she has nothing to say about anything that goes on in the shop. Why do not you go up to the coffee house and get Philip before he drowns himself. Come back in three weeks for the first fitting of the gown. Come back any time before then to visit."

After a 10 hour layover in Miami, Charles Gomes was finally on his way to Manaus, Brazil. The Airbus was only half full so he was able to stretch out and read the material he had brought with him about Celeste Mesner, without interruption. He could not believe that a billionaire would pick such an inhospitable place to visit in the middle of the South American summer. The Amazon was in the middle of its flood season, which would mean the fishing was great, but the bugs would be feasting on everything and anything that moved. He had brought with him every repellent the FBI had in its arsenal plus some that a friend that worked in the CIA had given him. He knew he only had two objectives while he was there. The first was to find her. The second was to ascertain if she was okay, both mentally and physically. He had no authority in Brazil, and could do nothing to remove further from that country. He could only ask her if she would call Antonia and let her hear her voice, because she was very concerned about her. Failing that, there was nothing else he could do except make that phone call for her. He would make tapes of their conversations that he could play for his friend, but that would be the limit of his options. For $12,000, he wished he would be able to do more, but it added nicely to his retirement nest egg, and he had a feeling that Frank would not miss the money, because he offered it so freely.

He fell asleep somewhere over Columbia and did not wake up until the captain announced that they were preparing to descend into Gomes International Airport, which made him laugh. He thought, "I traveled nearly 4000 miles to land at an airport named after me."

At customs, he showed his FBI identification and his weapon. He was directed to the chief of customs at the airport, who asked if he was on official business.

He told them he was looking for an American citizen, who may have a medical problem. He just needed to know if she was well and had received medical treatment. If she was in good health he would leave and she would stay here. If she was unwell, he would ask the Brazilian authorities for assistance in getting her the help she needed. He advise them, "that in no case would he try to remove her from Brazil, without her explicit consent, in writing."

The authorities asked for her name and he told them, "Celeste Mesner."

The custom chief said, "Miss Mesner is not here. She is well known to us, and a benefactor to many of our local charities. When she arrives we always have a large celebration, in her honor."

"Could she have come in by boat, unseen by anyone?"

"If someone of Miss Mesner's stature is coming upriver, word of her arrival is here before she is. If she is flying in on a commercial aircraft, the pilot lets us know she is on board. If she is on her private jet, we know it is number. If she has rented a jet, we know who is on board because it is required by law. No one can sneak into a town in the middle of the Amazon River Basin, without being seen by one of the townspeople or one of our indigenous tribes."

"Would you mind if I look around for myself?"

"Anyone spending money in our city is welcome. Enjoy your stay."

Gomes did not think he was being lied to, however he wanted to earn his money. He checked in to the most expensive hotel in the city, which by any measure would have been that most a three-star hotel. He asked at the desk if they knew Celeste, and of course they did. He asked several more questions and the answers he got coincided with the answers he received customs. It appeared to him that this was going to be the shortest trip he had never taken. As night fell, and the bugs outnumbered the people 1 million to 1, he retreated to his hotel room. He took out his satellite phone and called Frank with the news. "Frank, she is not here. Everyone from the customs agents to the local clerks gave me the same answer. When she gets here they throw a party, because she is so generous to everyone. She has not been here in over a year. What do you want me to do?"

"If you are absolutely sure she is not there Gomes, go home. You have done what I asked you to do, and you have earned your money. I have to go back to the drawing board, and figure out where she may have gone into hiding. Antonia is going to be worried sick over this development. Her mother leaves tomorrow and Rose has been a calming influence for her."

"You still have five days of my time, Frank. Can you think of any place else she might be?"

"The only other substantive conversation we had concerned Antonia safety. She called the lawyer in France and sent someone here to put the brakes on an all-out war between the families. You would not believe how quickly they stopped arguing."

"How did she accomplish that Frank?"

She said, "In high school, there were two attempts to kidnap her. I will not go into the details because they are too gory and could get her into trouble, because of what her father did to the people involved. However, by the time she reached college she was able to walk around, as free as a bird, without any fear of being kidnapped ever again."

"Where did she go to college Frank?"

"The University of California. Oh Shit. It is not St. Louis, it is St. Luis Obisbo!"

"Frank, are you thinking you sent me to the wrong St. Louis?"

"Gomes, I am an idiot. She went home."

"I am on my way, Frank. I will call you from there."

"Thank you Charlie."

"Charlie, I did not even know you knew my first name."

"It was a slip of the tongue Gomes."

"Good, now I feel better."

29. Celeste, The Professor and Gomes

If you have ever had an airline ticket agent tell you, "You cannot get there from here," Charlie Gomes was getting that information from an agent that morning. Unless he was willing to take three different airlines and make five different stops to get to San Diego in 1 ½ days, he would have to fly back to Miami. From Miami he would have to fly to Los Angeles and drive down to St. Luis Obisbo. Luckily for him, the flight from Manaus to Miami departed in two hours. He reported to the customs chief that he was leaving, and thanked him for his help. He informed him that they believe they knew the location of Miss Mesner, and he was off to investigate the new sighting. He knew that it was always nice to make new friends in high places, just in case you needed their help in the future.

13 hours later, he landed in Los Angeles thoroughly exhausted and checked into the airport hotel to get some decent food and rest. At 10 o'clock the next morning, he called the local FBI office to let them know he was in town, where he was going and that it was private business. They laughed at him for picking this time of day to go south on Interstate-5. The agent asked him if he had packed lunch, a snack, and dinner for his trip.

Gomes asked him, "Why?"

He replied, "I guess you do not know that the southbound interstate is down to two lanes from 20 miles North of Bakersfield to 10 miles south of it."

"Is there any way around it," Gomes asked?

"You could always take California 1, however everyone else is using it, and the speed limit varies from 30 mph to 45 mph. Why don't you do what we do; go over it? Where are you?"

"I am at LAX."

"Beautiful, go over to the general aviation building and see if you can hitch a ride with anybody going south. If not, rent an aircraft and a pilot for the ride. With your badge, it will cost you about $400."

"That would not be ethical, and an abuse of power. I will pay the full ride. Thanks anyway."

It took him some time, but by 2:30 PM he was in the air headed southbound along the California coast, at 1500 feet. He marveled at the sandy beaches, the blue ocean, and the amount of people lining the shore, during a weekday. 

The pilot asked him if he wanted to go lower so he could see the bikinis better.

Gomes said, "No thanks." He thought this was too low already.

The pilot reminded him that from this altitude he could glide the airplane to a safe landing on the beach, if the engine knocked out. He could also do it from a lower altitude, if necessary.

Gomes told him to keep flying, get into his destination in one piece, and he would be very happy.

After landing, he rented a car and decided that his best bet was to go to the college. She would not want to be alone in her misery. If what Frank told him about her conversation with Philip was correct, she would go to someone who could comfort her; someone she trusted from her years at school. He would have to find out who that person would be, and where to find him or her.

His first stop was the registrar's office, where he asked to speak to the person in charge. The assistant registrar came out and asked how he could be helped. He showed her his identification and told him he was looking for a former student by the name of Celeste Mesner, and did she have any information regarding her whereabouts. The assistant went to her computer and advised him that Miss Mesner had graduated six years prior and had not re-enrolled in the school since then.

Gomes then asked her for a list of her classes for the last two years she was at the school.

The registrar said, "Sir, for that information you would need a warrant."

He replied, "Miss Mesner is not in any trouble. We are trying to ascertain if she is healthy and in good spirits. She left her friends, in Italy, in a terrible state, and they are worried about her. If you wish to speak to them, I can call them and you can hear about their concern for her. I am not here on official business. I am here at the behest of a friend to find out if she is well."

The registrar asked him to sit down while she made a phone call.

20 minutes later Professor Ann Michaels walked into the building and the registrar pointed out Charles Gomes to her. She offered them her office for their conversation.

Prof. Michaels was very guarded as she began this conversation. "What do you want with Celeste?"

"I do not want anything from her. Frank Gennaro and Antonia Caruso sent me here to make sure she was okay. She left Italy, in such an irrational state of mind, they were worried that she would hurt herself. Philip Castronova was despondent over her leaving. He did not eat or sleep for several days and had to be restrained, before he did something to himself. This is as messy a situation, between two people in love, as I have ever seen. All Frank and Antonia want to know, is that I have seen her, talked to her, and made sure that she is healthy in mind and in spirit. After that, I can go back to my job at the FBI New York office and do what I always do."

"You swear she's not in trouble."

"She has done nothing against any law, in any country on this earth. I swear on my parents' graves, and on my life."

"Mr. Gomes, do you like Italian?"

"I know it doesn't sound like I am, but I am Italian on my mother's side, and I love to cook."

"Good, we will stop by the store and buy things for tonight's dinner. You can make the sauce."

When Celeste walked in and smell the sauce cooking she yelled, "You have finally learned to season a jar of sauce properly?"




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Gomes yelled, "This sauce has been made from scratch. There is no jar sauce in the world, like my sauce."

Celeste was shocked to hear a male voice, come out of the kitchen. She knew she was in the correct house, especially when Ann came out of the kitchen holding two glasses of wine.

"Darling, can that man cook. He would not let me lift a finger in the kitchen. He would not even let me clean anything up. I think I will keep him."

Celeste laughed. "Who is he Professor?"

"His name is Charles Gomes. He is an FBI agent from New York. He is here to talk to you, because your friends in Italy are panic stricken about your health. Your friend Philip went berserk, after you left. He did not eat or sleep or clean himself for days and had to be restrained, because they feared he might do some harm to himself. However, he was not in love with you."

"Gomes, are you coming out here?"

"I cannot right now, I will burn the sauce. I will talk to her over dinner."

"That man is even making fresh bread. He said the store-bought stuff will kill you. I will bet you if he had time, he would have pressed his own grapes and made wine."

Gomes yelled from the kitchen, "I do that at home. I have my own press."

"Do you see what I mean Celeste. I have to keep him. He is just adorable."

"Ann, how is he in bed?"

Gomes yelled from the kitchen, "A lady is never supposed to tell."

Both Ann and Celeste laughed.

20 minutes later, Gomes walked out of the kitchen carrying a large bowl of spaghetti and said, "Dinner is served." He returned to the kitchen to bring out a three small antipasto, a large bowl of meatballs, sausage, and two large round Italian style breads. He had already set table with bowls of olive oil and sautéed garlic, softened butter and freshly grated Romano cheese. To finish off everything he brought out to bottles of fine Italian wines that he purchased at the Italian market.

Gomes did not start a conversation, while they were eating. Ann had planted the seed in Celeste's head, and he was going to let it simmer, until she was ready to talk about it.

Ann asked, "Charlie, how much money do you make a year?"

Celeste nearly bit her tongue as she laughed.

Gomes laughed also, but said, "Am I applying for a job?"

"Well, I was just thinking, if you moved in with me, we could split the mortgage payment, you do the cooking, and I will do the cleaning. The sex will be mutually satisfactory, I am absolutely sure of it; especially if we practice a lot. If you teach criminal justice, which is a lot safer than doing criminal justice, I think it would be a sweet deal for both of us."

"Does the college have a criminal Justice Department?"

"I am sure one of the three colleges in this area does."

Celeste said, "If it does not, and you two are really serious about it, I will endow a chair in Criminal Justice."

Ann looked at her friend and said, "Instead of doing that, why not just give us the money and will go live on an island for the rest of our lives, and teach the natives."

"If that is what you want, you got it."

"Charlie do you think she's feeling okay?"

"I think she is fine. Now all she has to do is call her friends and tell them that she is okay, and my job is done. While she is doing that, you and I can go into the bedroom and take a sex test drive."

Celeste looked at Ann and said, "You cannot be serious about this."

Her friend looked back at her and asked her, "When did your heart first tingle about Philip."

Celeste answered, "The first time I saw him."

"You have just answered your own question. When I met Charlie, something happened. I have been single all my life. I have been very happy being single. When this guy told me he could cook, that sealed the deal for me. Now, finish eating, clean the table, put the dishes in the dishwasher and call your friends. I'll be upstairs getting laid. If it is not satisfactory, I'm going to get laid again, until he gets it right. We will be downstairs later, to find out how your conversation went. If we are not down tonight, we will see you in the morning. Do not forget to seal the wine. Come on Charlie, let's see what you got hanging down there."

"Ann, I don't have any condoms with me. I was not expecting this to happen while I was working. Would you like me to go out and buy some first?"

"Charlie, are you safe?"

"I have not had sex in a great many years. Does that answer your question."

"Yes, but that means a blow job first. Otherwise you'll go off like a firecracker."

"Professor, I had never heard you talk like that before."

"Celeste, I am a woman, and I am not a virgin. I have been down this road before. I know all the ins and outs of sex. I have a former student that gets me so hot and bothered, that sometimes my dildo does not satisfy me. So I am going to blame you for this indiscretion, whether you believe it or not. Come on Charlie, we are wasting time."

When they entered the bedroom, Ann turned to Charlie and said, "I never even asked you if you wanted this. This is all my idea and you have not said one word about it. Are you just being polite and waiting to let me down, when Celeste was out of the room or are you just in this for the quick bang. I am at least 10 years your senior, and I do not know what came over me downstairs. I am so sorry Charlie that I got you into this mess."

"Ann, I could have stopped you any time I wanted to, if I was not interested. The same feeling you felt about me, I felt about you. When we were shopping, I could not get enough of talking to you. It was like we had been together for years. It was such fun. It was such a close feeling, my heart open to up for the first time ever. I have never been married, the only woman I have ever loved was my mother. You could call me a mama's boy. When she died, tragically, along with my father, I was devastated. I never thought I would get over it. I threw myself into my work, and never looked for any companionship, at all. My friends used to set me up on blind dates. I hated them. The women were wonderful, some were even beautiful, but I was not interested in them. I was not ready. I am ready now. I am ready for you, if you are ready for me. Believe me when I tell you, I am no prize. However, I will try to make you very happy. If you would like to marry, we will marry. If you want to wait and see how we get along, we will wait. Whichever way you want to handle it, I will go along."

"Charlie, let's start doing and stop talking. I want to make Celeste envious."

As Charlie moved towards Ann, he said to her, "For the record, I am 35." Before she could answer, he wrapped her in his arms and kissed her deeply. Her lips melted against his and her hands went to the back of his neck and kept him where he was. His fingers found the zipper at the back of her dress and slid it down to the stop. He was surprised to find that she did not wear a bra, but it did not bother him at all. He moved his body away from her and slid the dress from her arms, and it fell to the floor. Her areolas were a vibrant pink, her nipples a rosette red, and they were already happily distended.

Ann refused to stand there nearly naked leaving him fully dressed. She attacked his shirt, removing button after button, until his chest was bare. She turned him around and pulled the shirt from his body. She put her arms around his waist unbuckled his belt, the button of his slacks, unzipped him and let his slacks fall to the floor.

Gomes joked with her, "Is there anything more dumb looking, then a man standing in front of a beautiful naked woman, with his slacks around his ankles, in black socks and shoes."

Ann replied immediately. "Yes. A fat man with his pants around his ankles, black socks and shoes standing in front of a fat naked lady."

They both laughed as Ann knelt in front of him to help remove his slacks shoes and socks. She also reached up and removed his shorts, revealing a completely distended penis which she gasped at, because of its girth.

She said to him, "That is some fire plug, mister."

He replied, "Well, let me set you on fire, and then this will put it out."

She started to reach for it, but he grabbed her hand before it landed. "Ladies first, Ann. Always, ladies first." He picked her up and brought her to her bed and laid her down gently, with her legs dangling off the end. He removed her panties and her shoes and returned to her face and kissed her. He put his prick between the lips of her vagina and rubbed it against her clit. Immediately, it brought a moan from her lips. He kissed her, around her ears, down her neck and her mouth. He continued moving his hips up and down her slit and when his mouth reached her breast and he bit her nipple she screamed as her first orgasm hit her like a brick. It had been quite a while since someone else had induced an orgasm for her. Charlie continued playing with her breasts and moving his dick up and down her vagina and he could feel the wetness that he was forcing her to produce. He moved down to her belly and all he found was muscle. Her abs were stronger than his. He realized that she probably spent more time in the gym then he did. He smiled to himself as he licked her stomach thinking she probably did not know what a doughnut looked like, either. As he was approaching his target area, he realized she was extremely trimmed. She could wear a bikini with the best of the younger crowd and be quite proud of herself. He wondered how many young men, in her classes, jerked off thinking about their professor, at night. As he crested the pubic bone he forgot about everything else, but her. His fingers opened her for his tongue to probe. He saw his target and hit it on his first try. Ann came for the second time. Her thighs wrapped his head in a vice grip. Charlie decided if he was going to die, this is the place he wanted to do it. His tongue attacked with a vigor he had forgotten he had. His arms were also fully involved, because Ann's hips were moving in so many directions at one time, she could have broken his neck, without thinking about it. Ann was screaming at the top of her lungs as his tongue continued driving her wild. Moment after moment, time after time, she came, until finally she yelled, "Stop, for the love of God, stop. I cannot take anymore. I have to rest, or I will die. Charlie you are hired."

Charlie was able to remove his head from her cunt, and yelled for Celeste's sake, "Ann, we have not gotten to the good stuff yet!"

Ann wanted to laugh, also, but she was too tired. Charlie wrapped her up in his arms and threw the covers over them so they could rest, in no each other's warmth. The night was young and they were going to be together for a long time.

Celeste on the other hand, had panties that were soaked. She did not want just anyone to take care of her needs, as she usually would. She wanted Philip and she was afraid to make that commitment. She had seen what her father had done to her mother, and every other woman he had brought into their home. She did not want to be treated that way, by any man. Father Chang has been extremely helpful in giving her the strength she needed, and positioning herself in this world. He asked her simple questions. 

He asked her, "What happens when a person sneezes?"

She replied, "I say God bless you."

"What happens when you see a car about to hit a pedestrian?"

"I say a bunch of things in depending on the situation. Sometimes I say, Oh my God. Or oh God no. Something like that."

Father Chang said, "Celeste, you are not an atheist. You are an Agnostic. You believe that there is a Being above us all, whom may or may not be able to help us in times of need. As Prof. Michaels told you, 70% of this world does not know what happens to them after death. Why should you be in a different. Your friend Philip is a good Catholic. Why, because he has faith. Why again, because he was born into a religion that goes back generations in his family. If he was born Jewish, he would have faith in the Jewish religion. If he was born Muslim he would be a good Muslim. He would have given you the same speech and said he had faith. I have faith in you. Go live a good and productive life. Give generously to those you feel are needy and worthy of your help. Do not let anyone live your life for you. Do not let anyone hang on you. Keep only good friends that will stick by you in good times and bad; especially the bad. It seems to me that you ran out on some very good friends who are worrying about you now. Whatever you and Philip do, is up to the two of you. You cannot leave that unresolved. It will hang over you like to Sword of Damocles. Talk to him and leave, or talk to him and stay. However, you must talk to him. He deserves that much from you.

There she sat, in Ann's den, looking at the telephone, unwilling, or unable to pick it up. She was about to fall asleep when she heard Charlie's yell, and that doomed her. She started to laugh and she could not stop. She looked towards the heavens and said, "Okay, now you are using sex against me. I will make the phone call." 

"Hello!"

"Hello Frank, it's me Celeste, how are you?"

"I am fine. The question is, how are you?"

"I am much better now. Your friend is an absolute hoot. He is upstairs sleeping with my professor right now. I believe they are going to get married."

"Gomes, married? Everything I have ever been told about him was that he was a loner, and would be for the rest of his life."

"So was my professor, until yesterday. Those two lonely hearts met, and there was an explosion. I will let them tell you all about it later, but right now, can I speak to the little one please?"

"I have been sitting on her so I could get these few words in with you. As soon as I get off the phone I am running into another room."

"Frank, you get yourself into so much trouble."

"Yes, but it is so much more fun making up. Here she is Celeste."

"Celeste, I am going to kill that son of a bitch one day."

"I am fine to Antonia. I am happy to hear your voice."

"I am going to kill you to for what you did to me. I have been worried sick about you. Just because you fell in love, was no reason for you to run away. You talk to your friends about it, and then you learn how to handle it."

"I have never been in love before. Then we talked about religion, and it had nothing to do with his religion that scared me. Between the two, I lost my bearings, and I got confused. It was the first time in my life that I did not know what I was supposed to do. It was the first time in my life that I ran for my life. I ran home. I ran to the only friend that could help me."

"I could have tried to help you."

"Ann Michaels was a professor of mine when I was in college. She has been a friend since then and I trust her implicitly. When I come home, I stay at her place rather than go to the mansion. She helps me keep my head on straight and she is the reason I am able to make this phone call. How is Philip?"

"Horrible. We have to keep people around him every minute of every day. Someone is in his room at night when he goes to sleep. We have taken away his razor and given him an electric razor instead. He is not allowed to ride his horses or drive his car. His face is ashen, and he does not eat well. We do not trust him, as far as, we could throw him."

"Why don't you get him some help?"

"We have gotten him a psychiatrist. He will not talk to him and he will not take any medication. It seems that he is just given up. I love you Celeste, but leaving, without talking to him, was unfair."

"Funny, that is exactly the way Father Chang put it."

"Who is Father Chang?"

"He is a priest I've been talking to over here, about religion, me and Philip. He is a very nice man and extremely smart."

"Have you made any decisions yet, Celeste?"

"No. I have more thinking to do. Tell Philip I am thinking of him and I want him to get better."

"I will not do that Celeste. It may backfire and drive him deeper into depression."

"I understand, and you are probably right. Okay, that is all for right now. I miss you Antonia, and I will call again. Goodbye."

"Goodbye, Celeste. Stay well."

Frank looked at her from the door and said, "Do you think you laid that on a little bit thick Antonia?"

"No, not at all. I just wanted to rush her thinking process along. I want her here a lot sooner than the she thinks she wants to be here."

"When she sees Philip is fine, she is going to want to kill you."

"She will have to stand in line behind everyone else."

Gomes came walking down the stairs silently in his slacks and shirt. He looked at Celeste and asked her if she would like to talk about it. Celeste jerked her head up, because she did not hear him walk down the stairs.

She said, "I am sorry Charlie, I didn't hear you come down."

"It is my FBI training. I am silent like a water buffalo. Would you like to talk to me about your conversation, because you look terrible and you have something on your mind that you are not happy about. Ann is asleep, happily I believe, and anything you say will not be held against you in a court of law."

"Honest Charlie, it will not leave this house?"

"You have my word on it Celeste."

"Okay. My father treated women like they were floors. He walked all over them. He controlled every moment of their lives. From the moment they married him to the moment he divorced them, they did not have a free single second. They were always at his beck and call. It did not matter if he was in China and they were here. If he called, they had better take up the phone. I swore that would never happen to me. I swore I would never give a man power over me. I do not understand how people can still get married when they know the divorce rate is over 52%, and women wind up not only with the children, but with limited child support and the majority of the heartache. The man goes off and finds another woman to fuck, while the woman cannot find a man because she has a family already. Why should I tie myself down to one man and bear his children and then be cast off for a younger version."

"Celeste, you are absolutely right. This is a male dominated world. It should not be, but it is. There are more women in the United States then there are men. I think there is one woman in the Senate and a few in the House of Representatives. That is where the power is. That is where the laws change. That is where money has to go to get women into power. The more women that take power, the fewer men there are that can mess with their lives."

"However that is not what you want to talk about right now. What you want to know is what is going to happen, if you marry Philip. 10 years from now, you will have 2.5 children, and be tied down with them for the next 20 years. You are saying to yourself, 'I will be 50, before I am free. However, Philip can divorce me in 10 years. He will be 35 and can go after a younger woman. Yes, Celeste, that can happen. However, did you know, in this country, in 3 out of 10 marriages, the woman walks out on the husband. They leave their children with him. Some even have to pay child support. Others leave without a trace and are never heard from again. If you did not have a dollar in your pocket, and he did that to you, you would be in trouble. However, because of all the money you have behind you, nothing like that will ever happen to you. Get yourself a good prenuptial agreement. Protect yourself and your assets. Most of all, leave yourself room for your heart to grow. Leave yourself open to become a family, with Philip and the children. You will always have your friends. Philip will always have his friends. Both of you will make new friends. The object is to grow a family of friends." 

"Until yesterday, all I had was me. I am the last of my family. Everyone else is gone. I was the last of my line. Through some freak of nature, a friend sent me to the Amazon to find you. Then, he realized that you had not gone there, but that you had run home, instead. I went to your school and ran into the only woman that could have made a difference in my life. She happened to be your friend. What a wonderful coincidence. I do not care if you give her a dime. I will move out here and teach. I will move out here and stay with the FBI if I can. I will move out here to be with Ann, because yesterday, my life began. We will not be part of the 50+ percent that gets divorced, because of the way we feel about each other. You are afraid to make a commitment, and I am ready to throw all my commitments away, and commit to her. That is the difference between you and I, and you and I are not that different. Just take your head out from between your knees and look at what you want. Do you want Philip in your life? There are only two answers. Celeste, look at me. Look at me. Do you want Philip in your life? Yes or No?"




Why I Hated The Guy From The FBI Ch. 09



Note: All persons and places in this story are fictional. Any resemblances are purely coincidental, and absolutely unintentional. The author retains all rights to this story.

30. The Resignation Hits the Fan. 

Charlie Gomes realized he liked the way the top 1% of the country lived. He had just gotten off the American Airlines redeye, from Los Angeles to JFK. He was fed a steak dinner with all the trimmings, and champagne. Afterwards, he had a few mixed drinks, and fell asleep for the remainder of the trip. He was very well rested, having slept in the wide leather seats, with a blanket and a pillow, and listen to music through the complementary headset. When they arrived at the gate, they were the first passengers to deplane, and not caught up in the cattle rush that was economy class. This was the way to live.

He went to the parking lot and picked up his government car and proceeded home, where he showered, shaved, changed into his work suit, locked his apartment, and headed for the elevator. He knew this was not going to be a fun day. As he walked out his buildings front door, there was a limousine parked outside. The driver was standing by the car and asked, "Sir is your name Charles Gomes?"

"Yes, it is. How may I help you?"

"I bring you greetings from Miss Celeste Mesner. My employer, James Hearst, is in the car and would like a moment of your time." The driver turned and walked to the limousine and opened the door for Gomes to get into the vehicle.

Gomes followed the driver and stepped into the car and sat down. The gentleman sitting in the rear seat introduced himself as James Hearst, and handed Charlie his card. There were three other men, in expensive suits, in the limousine. They sat silently, waiting to be introduced by their boss.

Gomes looked at the card and saw that this man was Celeste's lawyer. He said, "What can do for you, Mr. Hearst?"

"You may help me keep my client Mr. Gomes. Celeste Mesner informed me that if you are not back in California, in less than one week, she would terminate my contract with her. I do not mind adding, it is a very lucrative contract, and it would hurt me dearly to lose it. From my conversation with her, I understand there are three things that have to be done to get you back to California quickly. First, there is the problem of your lease. Second, there is the mustering you out of the FBI. Third, packing and shipping your apartment to the West Coast. Did I cover everything that needs to be done?"

"Yes, Mr. Hearst, as far as I know, that is the entire list."

"Do you have a copy of your lease, in your apartment?"

"Yes I do."

"Mr. Gomes, let me introduce you to Alfred Donald." One of the young men sitting along the side of the limousine raised his hand and said, "Hello Mister Gomes."

"If you will accompany Mr. Donald up to your apartment, and hand him your lease, in 24 hours, or less, you will no longer have a lease problem. Isn't that correct Alfred?"

"Sir, I would bet my job on it."

"Alfred, you just did. Go get the lease with Mr. Gomes, and come back. We will start working on another of your problems."

"Yes, sir."

Within 10 minutes, Charlie and Alfred were back in the limousine, with his lease in hand. Alfred Donald moved to the front of the car and began making phone calls.

The limousine left the curb and headed for the FBI headquarters in Brooklyn, where Charlie was stationed.

"Mr. Gomes, may I call you Charlie? You can call me Jim."

"Yes, sir, that will be fine."

"Charlie, Michael Yearling is going to set up an appointment with a moving company next. They are bonded and insured, and if one item is missing from your inventory, when your goods reach your new home, you will own that company, and their principles will be in jail for a very long time. They will be at your apartment on Thursday morning to pack. They will move your furniture and goods to the airport for transportation on Friday. It will arrive in St. Luis Obisbo by the following Wednesday at the latest, and go into storage, until you are ready to put it into your new home. Miss Mesner has covered all the costs of this transportation and Stephen Fellows will make sure everything goes as planned. He will be escorting your goods to the aircraft and checking them in. From that point on he will be tracking each item, until they you and you have inspected each piece, personally." Every time James Hearst mentioned a name, one of the young men, in the car raised his hand, indicating who he was. Charlie made note of each of them.

Charlie asked, "Isn't a bit unusual to move household goods by aircraft?"

James Hearst laughed and replied "Charlie, if Ms. Mesner told me to move the Chrysler building by rowboat, I would attempt to do it. That is how important she is to me as a client."

"Yes, Jim, she has that effect on a lot of people."

"Wednesday and Thursday evenings you will spend the nights at a hotel close to my offices. We will have you measured, and fitted for several tuxedos, in different designs, colors, and everything goes with them. We can probably do that at my office, but it would be more reasonable to do it at their facility. I will be your shadow this week. I will fit it into our schedule, depending on how far the FBI wants to play hardball with you becoming a private citizen. Regardless of what they do, you will be a free man, and on an aircraft heading for the west coast by Friday.

"Friday, I thought you had a week to do all of this; that should have given you until Monday of next week."

James Hearst smiled at Charlie. "I see you do not know everything about our Celeste, yet. When she gives you a week to complete a task, and she calls you on a weekend it means you have until Friday, of that week to complete it. She called me at 1 AM on a Monday morning and told me she needed a business contract ready in one week. I had all the information I needed, and told her it would be ready on time. I believed, as you did, I had until the next Monday to complete everything. She called me the following Thursday, and I verified that the contract would be ready Monday afternoon for everyone's signature. She reamed me a new asshole, and informed me that if I did not complete the contract by Friday at midnight, I had lost her as a client, permanent. I had to stop my complete office staff from doing their work, to concentrate on that one file. We finished it at seven minutes after midnight, Saturday morning. Everyone was so busy running around the office getting things done, that they did not see her walk into the office. She watched us until the moment someone yelled that they were done copying all the contracts. Several minutes later, she called on the office telephone to see the status of the contract. 

She asked, "Are you done, yet?"

I said to her, "Yes, we are done, but we were seven minutes late."

She said, "You are fired."

I replied, calmly, "Thank you for your business, Celeste. We tried our best to serve you properly. I am sorry we disappointed you. I can give you the names of several other law firms that will do a very good job handling your accounts."

"Turn around you fucking idiot. You are too honest to lose as a lawyer. If you had lied to me and told me you were on time, I would have canned your ass like a tuna. You worked your ass off for me, and I appreciate it. My account is yours, until you screw me."

She looked at the exhausted office staff and told each of them they were getting a $5000 bonus. She looked at me and said, "Not you, you own the place. You get a $20 million a year retainer, against $5000 an hour? Get yourself a phone. I am the only person to have that number. If you do not answer it, you are fired. I do not care if you are taking a shit, answer the fucking phone."

The staff laughed, because of what she said. I could not help but laugh, along with them. I could picture myself, with my pants around my ankles, diving for my phone.

Then she took us all out to dinner at one of those fancy deli's, and when they said they were closing, she told them that they were not closing, until she told them they could close. She paid a substantial sum to keep them open. It was a fun evening and morning Charlie and the staff will never forget it."

"Then we come to the final challenge Charlie; mustering you out of the FBI. I will be doing that, with you personally. I will guarantee you that they are going to be bitter. They are going to do everything, in their power, to dissuade you from leaving. They are going to be a stone cold bitch about this, and you are going to have to remain firm in your decision to leave. Ann is waiting for you, and if you hurt her, by not returning, I will have to defend Miss Mesner at her murder trial. Ann is her life support system. There have been several instances, in Celeste's young life, that Ann was the only person who could save her. I do not care if you hid in the deepest cave, in the tallest mountain, in the world, Celeste will find you, and tear you apart with her bare hands. No one in this world could dissuade her from doing it. Do you understand what I am saying?"

Charlie laughed, "Yes Jim, that is the Celeste we all know and love."

James smiled, and picked up his briefcase. He opened it and showed it to Charlie. In it was a Wi-Fi printer, satellite phone, with a scrambler, and a computer. He said, "I have two lawyers waiting for my calls. One is at the federal courthouse. The other is at the state courthouse. There is also a judge with each of them. When your friends try to delay your departure, I will call one of my people and get the appropriate documents signed and sent to me immediately. Before the feds know what hit them; they will legally be served with a writ. They will have to explain why they are delaying your departure. They have no legal right to hold you, and they will be in deep shit, if they try."

Charlie looked at Jim and said, "It is nice to have friends in very high places."

"Charlie, even the Federal Bureau of Investigation does not have the budget in their legal department to take on Celeste. When they see my name at the bottom of the writ, they will shit their pants, because I only have one client: Celeste Mesner."

Charlie laughed and asked Jim if he had a lot of downtime.

Jim replied, "Yes I do. It helps me keep my office running smoothly, and bring my new lawyers up to speed. I love training them and watching them, as they grow into superb litigators. My golf game has improved, and my tennis game is great. Then, all of a sudden, at 3 o'clock one morning, that phone rings, and my life changes instantly. When I answer it, she screams at me, 'What took you so long?' It does not matter if I answered it on the first ring, or the fourth ring, I get the same greeting."

"Hello Celeste, it is great hearing you yell at me, again."

"You had better not start with me Jim. I will fire your ass."

"You have fired my ass before, but you have kept the rest of me." Then we get down to business, and she tells me what she needs.

Charlie said, "You have not met her friend Antonia, Jim. If you want to see gasoline vapors and a match, you have to see those two when they get started."

Jim said, "... and they are friends?"

"They are the very best of friends, Jim."

"Oh my God, the explosion would rock the world."

"It already has, I am surprised you did not feel it."

"One day, when we have more time, you must give me all the details, Charlie."

"I do not know all the details. All I know is that it involves Celeste, Antonia, and Frank, in a ménage a trios, that nearly brought all the hotel guests to their door, because of the screaming that was going on, in their room."

"Charlie, one day, I am going to have to bed that woman, just to find out what it is like."

"I am sorry to tell you this Jim; she is off the market. She has fallen in love, up to her hair follicles. She is going back to Italy to apologize to the guy, and ask him to marry her. If you are really her friend as well as her lawyer, start making a prenuptial agreement. You and I both know she will need it. If you need help, get the best that there is. I do not want her blind-sided, because she is so desperately in love, she may try to go without it. I will not allow that to happen. I have not known her for a very long, but I know from my long experience enforcement how these things can fall apart, and how women can get hurt badly by them. It will not happen to Celeste, even if I have to arrange for an accident to happen."

"I did not hear that last statement, because I am your lawyer. I will start on the prenuptial agreement instantly. Let me make a phone call."

Jim was still on the phone, as they pulled up in front of the FBI building in Brooklyn. Some of his friends were standing outside of the building, smoking, when he exited the car, and immediately started razzing him about winning the lottery.

He asked them, "How did you guys find out? It is not even on the news yet."

"We are FBI agents, Frank. We know everything."

"What the hell am I going to do with $118 million?"

That was all it took to reel his friends in. "You really did win?"

"I thought you said you knew all about it guys."

"We were only kidding with you Gomes."

"So was I."

"You son of a bitch Charlie; you really had us going. When did you develop a sense of humor?"

"I guess I developed it in California, when I fell in love."

"Once is enough Charlie. You fooled us with the lottery, but you never, ever go near a woman."

"Well, guys, watch me today as I handed my resignation. I am moving out to California to be with her. She is a professor at the University of California San Luis Obisbo. I am leaving this week, to get back to her. We are in love, and we are going to get married, as soon as possible. Her name is Anne Michaels. You can look that up on our computers, and you can see what she looks like. I do not know how I got so lucky, but she and I hit it off the instant we looked at each other. I do not want to be away from her any longer than I have to be." 

"No shit Charlie, you are telling the truth. I can see it in your face. Congratulations old man, is there anything we can do to help you?"

(At this point I have to correct a mistake I made in the last chapter. San Luis Obisbo is North of Los Angeles off of I-5. I was correct about Bakersfield and do not know how I managed to put San Diego down instead of San Francisco. I apologize to everyone who knew the correct direction of that glorious area of California, with its rolling hills, and morning fog, blown in from the Pacific Ocean. I guess I am as crazy as my psychiatrist tells me I am.) 

"Once my lawyer gets off the phone, we are going to head off and submit my resignation. If you guys could do some blocking for me, when I get back in the office, and keep some of the bastard supervisors from getting too close to us, it would be a big help."

"We will round up some of the guys, and form a committee to keep them busy chasing their tales. We will try to keep them away from you all day. Good luck Charlie, do not forget to send us an invitation to the wedding. We may not get there, but we will know where to send the gift."

"Thanks guys, I appreciate your help."

Jim came out of the limousine and said "Come on Charlie, we have some work to do."

Charlie introduced him to his friends and told him what they were going to do for him that day.

Jim handed them a few of his cards. He told them, "If they get to obnoxious, hand them one of these cards, and ask them which court they would like to meet me in for "Obstruction of Justice" and a few other counts for which they would lose their jobs. Then turn them loose to meet me. If they say one word to Charlie, without going through me, they will be in so much shit; they will not know which way it came from."

"Charlie, where did you meet this guy, we love him already."

"I love him too, the only problem is, he has only one client, and she is a friend of mine. If you can afford a $20 million retainer per year, you can have him also."

"This building is not worth $20 million, where would we get that amount of money?"

"We would have to steal what is in vault and sell it. However, we are too smart and too straight to do that."

"Yeah, isn't that the truth."

Jim said, "Okay Charlie, let us go have some fun."

Charlie said to his friends, "What other man have you ever heard say that going up against federal government was fun?"

What Jim did over the next four hours could have been turned into an episode of the original Miami Vice. He harassed, cajoled, threatened, deceived, and told a lie to any federal authority in that building, necessary, in order to get his way. With the use of his cell phone, printer, and judges signatures on documents, sent and received in a matter of moments, the Assistant Federal Prosecutors wanted to get James Hearst out of their building, as soon as possible. For them if that meant getting Charlie Gomes separated from the FBI, and into civilian life that was fine. The money the government owed him, would be taken care of later, sent to Jim's office, and transferred to Charlie after it was verified to be correct. Both Jim and Charlie expected it to be correct to the penny.

As Charlie was packing up his desk, all of his friends came to wish him the best of luck, and warned him that his immediate supervisor was on the warpath. 

As he picked up his box and started to walk towards the elevator, his supervisor stood directly in his path. "Where the fuck do you think you are going Gomes."

"I am going anyplace where there is no asshole like you around. You could not lead a bunch of agents in a straight line down a corridor. You had no skills as an agent. The only reason they made you a supervisor, is because your uncle works for U.S. Senator. That is your only claim to fame. You did not have one arrest on your record, and you blew so many cases that the rest of us had to cover for you. When you became supervisor you treated us like shit, instead of like friends. I hope somebody figures out your incompetence and fires you."

James Hearst was standing by Charlie and asked him if everything he said was true.

Charlie said, "If you do not believe me Jim, turn around and look at the men behind me."

James turned around and looked each man in the eye. 

Each man nodded, confirming what Charlie had said. 

James Hearst turned around and looked at the supervisor. "Enjoy your last weeks, as a supervisor, and an FBI agent. You will be under investigation by federal prosecutors by the end of this week, and out on your ass, by the end of the month." He picked up his cell phone and called the lawyer at the federal courthouse. Within minutes he had a 'Show Cause' order in his hand for the prosecutors, to look into the possible "nepotism promotion," this man had received. He handed it to one of Charlie's friends, who gladly took up to the legal affairs offices.

Jim took Charlie by his arm and said, "Charlie, you do not belong in this building any longer. You are a private citizen and this building is for federal employees only. Why don't we get you fitted for your tuxedos?"

"Jim, I want a Federal permit to carry a concealed weapon."

"No problem." Jim picked up his phone and put in the order to his office. He told Charlie he would have it by the end of business tomorrow.

Charlie asked him if he knew everybody.

"No Charlie, I do not know everyone; just everyone that counts."

The next stop was at his personal clothier, for six tuxedos and the accompanying accoutrements, from shoes to ties. He was told that only one tuxedo would fit him properly now. He was to lose 15 pounds around his middle and the remainder of them would fit properly, after he did.

Charlie said, "I am in perfect shape. My physical was less than six months ago and I am within the glycemic index for my height and weight."




Why I Hated The Guy From The FBI Ch. 09



Jim had a sly smile on his face and Charlie saw it.

Charlie asked him, "Okay, Jim, what is up?"

"Charlie, you made a mistake out in California. It probably was a joke, but Ann told Celeste you said something about doughnuts?"

Charlie said, "That bitch. Now I am going to kill her."

Jim laughed at him and asked, "Which one, Charlie?"

"I am not sure just yet, but I will figure it out before I get there. This is unfair. It is cruel and unusual punishment. It is against the Constitution of the United States to keep a man away from his doughnuts."

"If you can figure another way to lose 15 pounds and keep eating your doughnuts, Charlie, you go for it. However, Ann is going to watch you like a hawk and if you gain 1 pound over 185, she is going to be all over your ass."

"Jim, the last time I was 185, was in high school."

Jim looked at the tailor and said, "Adjust it for 8 pounds, and keep it between us, if you want my business in the future."

"Yes, Mr. Hearst, anything you say."

"Charlie, remember she is going to have a scale in her house."

"Scales can be adjusted, and two can play that game."

"The FBI has trained you well Charlie. Celeste and Ann have a very good friend on their hands."

"I owe Celeste, an awful lot Jim. I owe her my happiness, and my new life. How do you pay somebody back for that?"

"You have already started to do that for her, Charlie. You are protecting her back, by asking me to start working on a prenuptial agreement. You asked for a firearms permit. It is not to protect you, but to protect Ann and Celeste, just in case it is needed. You are going to be an asset to Celeste's circle of friends, and she does not have that many friends."

"Thank you, Jim. At any time, day or nights, if you think she needs us, give me a call, and Ann and I are on our way."

"I will do that Charlie, thank you. Let's go have dinner and the driver will take you home."

31. The First Grandchild

After Rose's aircraft landed at Kennedy airport, she cleared customs and walked out into the terminal area. She was greeted by Tony and three dozen, long stemmed, pink roses. She nearly broke out in tears. He had remembered she loved pink roses. She ran to him and nearly crushed him; ignoring their size differences. 

"Rose, you are going to kill your roses!"

"Anthony, I do not care. You remembered that I loved these roses, and that is all I cared about. You have not brought me flowers in so many years; I cannot believe that you remembered."

"I told you before you left Rose, I would do everything in my power to make you happy again. I want to go back to the way we were when we were young. We may not be 20 again, but we are not so old that we cannot rekindle our love and our passion."

"Okay you two; get a room," Vincent said, as he and Donna approached.

Rose turned as her son approached and hugged his mother, and kissed her on her cheek. Donna also took her in her arms and kissed her.

Rose asked Donna how her pregnancy was progressing, because she looked like she was about to give birth at any moment. Donna replied, "I think going to school and concentrating on other things, is helping to distract me from my pregnancy. Vincent's trying to impregnate me again, every night, also takes my mind off the pregnancy. I can see why all the other girls enjoyed him so much. He is an encyclopedia of sexual knowledge. I am very thankful he did not catch a disease while he was at it."

Vincent chided his wife saying, "With all the other girls, I wore a raincoat. You were the one that drove me over the edge. You were the one I adored. You were the one I wanted to marry. Be nice to me, or I will spank you."

Donna looked at him and laughed. "You say that like it would be the first time."

Rose looked at her son with evil in her eyes. "You smacked a pregnant woman? If you touch her again, I am going to hit you with my cast iron pan, right between your eyes."

Tony laughed at his son. He said, "Vincent that black pan will push your nose out the back of your head. She has been making meatballs with that pan, since the day after we returned from our honeymoon. If I were you, I would rethink hitting your wife, even in fun, while she is pregnant."

Vincent's reply was very straightforward. "Yes sir."

Donna looked at Rose and asked, "Do you have an extra one of those pans?"

Rose replied, "Of course, I do. You cannot make meatballs and sausages in the same pan. Would you like it?"

Donna looked at Vincent with a smile on her face and said, "Yes mom, I would love one."

Vincent's reply was, "Oh shit!"

"Vincent, do not worry, I will only use it as a defensive weapon, or to make meatballs. The choice is yours to make. If you are nice, you get meatballs. If you are not nice, you get hit in the balls."

Tony and Rose laughed as Vincent grabbed his crotch holding his family jewels tenderly. He asked Donna how she could be so cruel to her husband.

Donna went over to Rose and asked if she was being cruel.

Vincent looked to his mother for support. As he looked into her eyes, he saw none there. Rose said to him, "A woman has a duty to her husband. She must honor and obey him always. She must never betray his trust. She must never speak to anyone about his work, or his whereabouts. However, if her husband disrespects her in any way she has the right to defend herself, by any means she sees fit. If he has an affair and she finds out about it, she can have an affair, whether he likes it or not. If he wants to go on vacation by himself, she can go on a vacation by herself, also. If he hits her, she can hit him. The man is usually bigger than the woman, so the woman can use anything she wants to even the score. In this case Donna is going to use a cast iron frying pan to get even with you. My advice to you, my son, is not to hit your wife. You never know what she can do to you, while you are asleep."

"Mom, you are scaring me."

"In that case, Vincent, my speech has worked. Keep your fucking hands to yourself."

"Yes mother, can we go to the car now?"

"Lead the way Vincent."

Anthony said to his wife, "Rose, you scared the shit out of the boy."

Rose looked up at her husband and said, "Anthony, in our nearly 22 years of marriage, how many times have you hit me?"

"I have never struck you."

"Liar! She pulled him down, so she could whisper in his ear and said to him, "While we were making love, you were behind me, and you smacked be on my rump."

Anthony whispered into Rose's ear she had better be prepared for him to do it many more times, because she had a delicious looking rump.

Donna turned around and said, "Do you know we can hear you."

Rose looked at her and asked, "Do we do anything different than he does every night with you?

Donna replied, "I do not know. You would have to videotape your lovemaking sessions so we could analyze them. Then we could compare what you do, with what we do, and see who is more advanced."

Anthony, Donna and Vincent looked at Rose as if she had turned into a three headed monster, when she replied, "Okay!"

Anthony laughed at the two of them. "Antonia has had quite an effect on your mother. She has become quite the liberated woman of late."

Vincent cheered, "Way to go, mom!"

Anthony took him by the shoulder and said, "You have no idea son, you have no idea."

Donna blushed red, and Rose glowed like the bright pink flowers she held. They got into their limousine and headed to Brooklyn and their homes, under the watchful eye of the men, and women, of the FBI. Anthony Caruso was never out of their site, and neither was Don Alberto DiAngiolla. They were suspected of bringing the drugs in the olive oil cans into the country. Actually, the FBI knew they were involved in bringing the cocaine into the country in those cans, they just could not prove. They did not know where it went, when it left the docks; how it was dispersed; how they disposed of the metal; or how they disposed of the oil. They just knew that these two men were involved; they felt it in the marrow of their bones. 

However, these two men did not vary their routines one iota over the past few months. They acted like angels. They did not go to their secret meeting places. They dined openly with their families, in public restaurants that were hard to bug, but they knew no family business would take place, because women and children were there.

They especially watched Tony, while Rose was away. They thought for sure he would do something connected with the family's business, while she was in Italy. However, he was at home, almost every day and night. He did not use his house, or cellular phone, except when Rose called him, and those phone calls were not in code, they were in words of love. The FBI had hours and hours of tapes of these two talking to one another, and they had never heard them speaking to one another like this. Something had changed them, maybe it was the wedding of their son Vincent, and now the upcoming wedding of their daughter, that had rekindled the old flame, but they knew it would be easier to track them, because the way they were talking, they would be inseparable.

They verified their travel arrangements to Italy, for Antonia and Frank's wedding, to the smallest detail. Everything was in order, and on their return flight Vincent and Donna were going to be with them. However, the new baby would be staying with her parents, because she would be too young to fly. She would be staying with her grandparents, during the entire time they were in Italy. The four of them would be returning from the Milan to New York, one week after the wedding on the same aircraft. Everything looked normal, from their point of view.

On the evening of October 30, Donna went into labor and Tony, Rose, and Vincent piled into a car and drove her to the hospital. After six hours of labor, she delivered a bouncing baby girl, at 12:02 A.M. When Vincent and the grandparents entered her room, Donna was nursing her new daughter and said to Vincent, "Happy Halloween!" 

Vincent looked at his new daughter and she was all orange. He looked at his mother, and asked, "Is that normal?"

Rose smiled at him and replied, "If you were that big and came out of an opening that small, you would be a little discolored yourself. Why don't you kiss your wife, and thank her for all the pain and discomfort you caused her. Then you two should think of a name for our grandchild, and don't you dare call her 'Pumpkin'."

Vincent did as he was told and asked Donna if she had made up her mind on the name for the baby.

She said she had, if it was all right with his mom.

Rose asked, "What was the name?"

Donna said, "I would like to name her after my mother, and you. I would like her name to be 'Annarosa.'"

"Donna, I think that is a beautiful name, for a beautiful little girl."

"Thank you, mom, I was hoping you would like it. Now I have 12 years to teach her to stay away from men, like her father."

Tony and Rose laughed loudly, as Vincent grabbed his heart and feigned a heart attack, and fell to the floor. While he was down there he said, "If it was not for me, Annarosa would not be here."

Tony looked down at his son. "If Don Alberto had not agreed to the match, Annarosa would be here, but you would not be here."

That thought sobered Vincent up very quickly. He stood up by his wife and said to her once more, "You are my one and only love. I will never stray from you, and you will never have anything to fear from me. However, God help the young man that lays a finger on our daughter."

The laughter in the room scared Annarosa, and she began to cry, for the first time. One day she would be told the story of her father's exploits, while he was in high school, and she would laugh at him. The funny part would be to watch his reaction, as he was trying to protect her from the young men who were pursuing her. He had at least 11 or 12 years to mull this over. It would darken his days, and torture his nights. 





Why I Hated The Guy From The FBI Ch. 09



The next day they showed up at Anthony's house with two more people and slightly more equipment. Two women, dressed from head to toe in a one-piece outfit, with a mask and eye goggles, went to the attic to search for any listening, or recording devices. Two more were assigned to the basement for the same assignment. Four women started cleaning the upstairs rooms, while the remaining two women used electronic gear and started checking the entire home for listening devices. After two hours of intensive searching, they found 15 listening devices and one recording device hidden in a crawlspace beneath the stairwell. 

Not completely satisfied with what they had found, they put all the devices into a metal box and sealed it with foam installation. They went through the house, one more time to verify they had done the job completely. They found five passive listening devices that were so small they had overlooked them the first time. Now they were happy.

Their primary job completed, they joined the others and started cleaning the home. It was not a very hard job, because Rose kept the home in spotless condition. The Windows turned out to be the only problem they had, because they were sealed from the inside. There was no ladder to help them get up to the second floor to do the exterior windows, so they wash them down, using a hose.

Rose arrived home at 5 PM, with Vincent, Donna, and Annarosa. Once everything was settled in Vincent's home, she walked over to her house to verify everything was completed.

The women told her of the problem with the upstairs windows and Rose told them not to worry about them. Then they showed her the box containing all the listening devices that were in her home. They told her that they were still in working order. However, they were in the metal box sealed in foam insulation.

Rose asked them to leave the box where it was, and thanked them for their work. She handed them each and envelope containing $1000.00, and each refused to take it.

Rose said, "You will take this money and buy your family the presents they deserve, because of your hard work. If Anthony's cousin says anything to you, refer him to Anthony and we will see who wins this argument. If he causes you one moment of grief, I want to hear from you personally. Here is my cell phone number, very few people have it. After a period of time, when you feel that everything is safe for you and your family, I would appreciate if you would delete it from your phone records. I do not want it to fall into the wrong hands."

The 10 women thanked Rose for her kindness and looking out for their safety.

When Anthony got home, dinner was ready, waiting for him. He saw the box on the floor, and asked Rose what it was.

Rose told him that it was a gift from the cleaning crew. She asked him to call his cousin and tell him that the crew did an outstanding job and he should thank them, personally for you, she would appreciate it.

"Rose, what is in the box?"

"Anthony, do you want dinner to get cold or do you want to look in the box? I have your dinner in the oven. The cleaning crew gave you the box. If you want to get laid, you had better make the right choice."

"Rose, I am very hungry. Why don't we go upstairs, skip dinner, and the box?"

"Anthony, I am not looking for a quickie. Now, do you want dinner, or the box?"

"Dear, I would love dinner. The box can wait until the morning."

"I knew I could get through that hard head of yours, sooner or later." She reached into the oven and pulled out a long tin of lasagna, with the name Mama Leone and embossed on top. She also took out two large containers of Pasta Fagiole, a medium-size Antipasto, and large, sliced Italian bread."

Tony smiled and said, "Rose, you must have slaved over a hot oven all day today."

She smiled at him and replied, "No, I did not even go into the city. I called in the order for the food. I asked them to have a taxi bring it to the hospital, where I put into the trunk of Vincent's car. After we got the baby home, I took it out of Vincent's car, put it in the oven, and waited for your call. Shall we eat now?"

She lit the two candles that were on the table, and lower the lights, and Tony poured the wine.

The FBI watchers were going nutty. They had no clue what was going on in that house. What had happened between Anthony and Rose? It had always been a perfunctory marriage. Now it was a steamy relationship. From their perch atop a telephone pole, one block away, they could see the couple sitting at the table, drinking wine, and holding hands. However, that is all they could ascertain. Each of their listening devices had gone dead, roughly at the same time. Their only hope was the recorder, hidden under the stairwell. It would take a team of four men at least 30 minutes to recover all of them, and replace them with new ones. It would also require a new court order.

After dinner was over, Rose told Tony that she was going to take a shower and get ready for bed. He was to clean the kitchen and look at his present. Then he could come upstairs and thank her properly.

Tony was left with his mouth wide open, as his wife threw the kitchen towel in his face. She had never told him to clean the kitchen in their entire married life. He was stunned at this turn of events. He was not even sure where to begin.

Rose sat on the top of the landing listening for something to move in the kitchen. She did not hear a thing. She laughed, "If that man was left to his own devices, he would not know how to boil water."

She walked down the stairs and stopped at the entrance to the kitchen. Tony was still standing by the table. She asked, "Have you figured it out yet?"

"I think so. I am going to dial 1-800 maid service and have them come and rescue me."

"Anthony Caruso, you can run a multimillion dollar business, but put you in the kitchen, tell you to clean it up and you have no clue as to what to do."

"I know what to do with you!"

"All men know what to do with a woman. It is in their genes. If I gave you a restaurant and told you to manage it, you could. However, you would have to hire a waitress to clean up the tables, because you could not do it. You would drop every dish on the floor. I will help you, this time, next time you will do it by yourself."

"You mean there is going to be a next time?"

Rose just looked at him and did not say a word.

"I get the message Rose. Show me what to do and I will help you."

Tony was amazed when it took less than five minutes for Rose and him to clean the kitchen. Then he made the ultimate mistake any man in his position could make. He said, "Rose, you mean that was all there was to it?"

She turned to him and threw the washcloth straight into his face. Then she verbally let him have it with both barrels. She closed in on him, and poked her finger into his chest saying, "When I asked you to do it by yourself, you stood here without a thought in your head as to where to begin. You would have stood here all night before you figured out where the refrigerator was and whether to put the dirty dishes in their or in the sink. The food would have gone rotten and the wine would have turned into vinegar by morning. The bread would have gotten stale, the butter would have melted, and if we did not have bugs in the house before, we would have had a ton of them by morning. Yes, Tony, that was all there was to it. I am leaving tomorrow. I am going to visit my son, his wife, and my granddaughter. You are not invited. I want to see what this house looks like in one week. It was cleaned today, so anything that happens will be your doing. Have a wonderful time."

"Does that mean were not making love tonight?"

"I have a wifely duty to perform. I will never deny you that duty. However, do not expect me to be actively involved."

"Will it help if I say I am sorry for being an idiot?"

"Anthony, how can you be so nice one day, and so stupid the next day?"

"How can you possibly ask me that question; I am a man."

"You are not getting out of this that easily Anthony. Even your son is smarter than you are. He tells his wife how much he loves her every day, and he helps her around the house, also."

"You are not being fair, Rose. The reason he helps Donna around the house is they both have the same school schedule, and she was pregnant. Now that she has had the baby, they will have a nanny, and two grandmothers to help them. We will see how they do when Annarosa is up, during the middle of the night. We will see if Vincent wants to be the one to carry her or if it is Donna who will carry out those duties. They have not been married one year, and the bumps are yet to come."

"Why can you be logical now, and such a dolt in the kitchen?"

"Because I..."

"Don't you dare say 'because you are a man', because I will make you an 'it' before this evening is through."

"I love you, Rose. Can we stop arguing now, please?"

Rose opened a cabinet door and pulled out the trash bin. She tied the plastic bag and handed it to him. She said, "Take this outside and put it in the garbage can."

Tony walked towards the front door and stopped. He turned and said, "Where is it."

Rose yelled at him, "Dummy, look for it."

A few minutes later, she heard him yell, "I found it." She thought, I should kill him, but the fifth commandment says I am not allowed to commit murder. I will ask my confessor if there are any exceptions to that law, in the case of the defective husband. 

He walked back into the house, and Rose said to him, "I am going to talk and you are going to listen. You are not going to say another word, while I am downstairs. I am going upstairs to take a shower. You will open your present. Then you can come up and thank me properly. So help me God, if you fuck this up again, you will not see the sun come up tomorrow. I planned this romantic night for the two of us. You have done your best to ruin it, not once but twice. Do it once more and I will call the police and have you arrested for spousal abuse. I am sure the guys from the FBI would love the opportunity to have you in jail." 

Tony started to say something, but Rose stopped him. She turned and started up the stairs to their room. He watched her go into their bedroom and close the door. She had never talked to him this way, and he knew he had some making up to do. He walked over to the box, lifted it and carried it to the table. He had no idea what was in it, so he opened it carefully. His eyes opened wide when he realized what it held. He did not bother counting them, because they were encased in all that foam. What had possessed Rose to even think about this? Was it because of the new relationship they had, and she did not want them listening in on their sexual escapades? Regardless, tomorrow, he was shipping them off to his attorney, to make sure the FBI had done everything they were supposed to do, in order to get all these bugs into his house. He had to inform Don DiAngiolla of what had been found in his house, and have his house cleared also. It finally dawned on him what Rose meant, when she said that he could come upstairs and 'Thank Her Properly.' He looked at the coffee machine and thought, "What could possibly be so hard?" He took out the carafe and read on this side, where it said 12 cups. He filled it with water up to the point where it said, "12 cups," and put it back onto the hot plate. He opened the top and saw where the coffee grounds went. He opened the Pyrex jar that said coffee. He put 12 scoops of coffee into the container put the scoop back in the jar and closed it. He closed the top of the coffee maker and pushed the on button. He thought, "Rose, will be happy with me when I bring her coffee in bed later, with some pastry.

He climbed the stairs and into the bedroom and found Rose already in bed. "That was quite a present you gave me."

"I thought you might enjoy it. It was a gift from the heart of many of your followers."

"Might I ask you how you came to think about those items being in our house?"

"Our future son had a problem in the house they were staying in in Milan and wondered if anybody else had that problem. He was looking at me when he said it, so I decided to have it looked into."

"Apparently, our house was infested. Did they kill all the bugs?"

"They did not do a good job the first time. The second time they did a wonderful job and got them all. I was very pleased and that is why I want you to call your cousin and make sure they are properly thanked."

"I am going to take a shower, and then I am going to thank the only person who has been left out of the thank you department."

"Tony, please don't shower. I love the way you the way you are."

"Do you mean, dumb as a man in the kitchen, or as in love as I am with you."

"I will start with the second half of that sentence, and I will work on the first half of it another day. Now, get into bed, and thank me."

"That might take me all night, Rose. I hope you do not mind."

"I am not tired, are you?"

"We will see which one of us falls asleep first." He kissed her as he climbed into bed beside her, and his hands ran over her smooth stomach. His hand moved up to play with her breasts and his mouth moved down to suckle upon her breasts.

Rose moaned as his attentions grew in ardor and he nipped upon her nipples bud. She smacked him playfully on the top of his head, because it had hurt a little, but pressed his head closer to her breast. He was getting better the more they practiced, and they were practicing more and more lately. She could not wait for him to find the surprise she had waiting for him. It was another one of Antonia's ideas that she had argued against vehemently, but her daughter was just as obstinate as she was, and rose had finally decided to try it. She would see what her husband's reaction would be very shortly. 

Tony started kissing down her sides and her abdomen and his hands traveled down her flanks to her legs, which she separated for him. He nipped at her belly and continued down to her pubic bone and stopped. Without lifting his head he said, "Rose something is missing."

"Did you lose your way, Anthony?"

"I think I am in bed with a young maiden."

"Thank you, Anthony that is the nicest thing you have said to me all day."

"Why do I have a feeling that you spoke to our daughter again. She is the only person in the world that could have talked you into doing something like this."

"Does that mean you do not like it?"

"I have not seen it yet, so I cannot venture an opinion. It certainly feels a different, and I have yet to see the pearly lips behind the dark care that have covered it for so many years."

"Do you wish a flashlight to inspect it now, or do you wish to continue what you were doing?"

"I have learned my lesson for today. I will continue what I was doing, and the light of dawn can reveal what my daughter has talked you into."

Without hesitation his mouth and tongue drove directly between her lips and attacked her clit without mercy. Rose's hips reached for the sky, as her hands grasped his head tightly between her thighs. She wrapped her thighs around his chest to keep them in a position; she never wanted him to move from.

He had his hands under her ass, keeping her pussy at an angle that he could feast on her juices. They had truly regained the lust that they felt when they were young.

When they were both beyond ready, Tony moved up and was preparing to enter her, when Rose said, "Not so fast, Mister."

"Rose, what did I do wrong this time?"

"You assumed you were going to be on top. You were wrong; I am going to be on top."

"I am going to have a long talk with our daughter, when I see her. She is a bad influence on her mother. How is it that I sent her to a convent, and she knows more about sex then her mother, or I?"

"She talks less than you do, and practices more. Now, lie down on your back, and enjoy watching your wife do the work."

She climbed on top of him and asked him to do the aiming for her, because she had never done this before. When she felt the head of his penis at the opening to her vagina, she slowly lowered herself until their bodies met. She said, "This is very interesting, Anthony. I can now understand why Antonia likes it so much."

"Wife, aren't you the one that said talking instead of doing was overrated?"

Instead of answering him she started to move up and down on his swollen member. She kept looking into his eyes to see if he was enjoying himself. When his lips and hands attacked her breasts, she had her answer. Although he did this while he was on top of her, he had more freedom of movement, while his body lay nearly dormant prone on the bed. She screamed when he bit her nipple again. Two can play that game, she thought, as she leaned down and kissed his chest and move towards his breast and bit his nipple. She was sure the scream could be heard all over the block.

He said, "That was unfair. You have never done that to me before, and I was not ready for it."

"We have done a lot of things lately that have been new and interesting. We can add that one to our list."

"Remember dear, what goes around, comes around."

"Anthony, do you remember what you said to me about teeth?"

"Rose, forget I said anything. Let us continue what we were doing. I found it extremely pleasurable."

So she did, she raised her hips, and plunged down on him. She took her hands, placed them in his, and forced herself into a seated position. She rode him as hard as she could and rotated her hips, and squeezed her Kegel muscles for his added enjoyment.

He yelled, "Rose, if you do that again, I am going to cum."

"Do it, Anthony, I am not ready yet, this one is for you."

She continued squeezing on his dick with all her might; and pounding on him as fast as she could, until he screamed.

"Here it comes, Rose. I cannot hold it any longer."

As soon as she felt him blast his semen inside her, she fell down upon him, and kissed his face and neck, until he started to recover.

He started laughing and kissing her. "Please remind me to thank our daughter. The more she talks to you, the more pleasure I get. I hope you feel the same way."

"Yes, my love, I certainly do. Now, about your promise 'Of All Night, Anthony,' was that just an idle boast, or are you going to fulfill it?"

Although Anthony fell asleep first, Rose went to sleep with a smile, a mile wide, just before dawn. 

However, he woke up to a shrill yell the next morning. "What did you do to my coffeemaker?"

Naked, he ran downstairs to see what he had done. Rose was livid. He looked around the kitchen and said, "I was going to surprise you with coffee and pastry in bed last night. So I put water in the carafe and coffee grounds into the coffee machine. Then I turned it on. I did not think it was so hard. What did I do wrong?"

"Anthony, if you touch another thing in my kitchen for the rest of your life, without me supervising you, I will kill you. First, the water goes into the reservoir. You have to put a filter where the coffee grounds go. Then, you turn on the machine. You have burnt out my machine. Get dressed and go buy me the most expensive coffee machine you can find. Be back here in one hour or less, or I am going to rip your hair out by the roots. I need my coffee, do you understand me!"

He said two words, "Yes dear," and he ran to get dressed and get to the mall to get her a coffee machine.

Nearly one in the half hours later, he ran into the house, with a Cuisinart coffeemaker and looked into the eyes of the devil. "Honest, Rose, I tried, but the traffic was horrendous. The FBI guys even had trouble keeping up with me. When they saw me come out with a coffeemaker, they laughed at me." Then, he smelled coffee in the house, and he looked at her. "How did you make coffee, without a coffeemaker?"




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"I took out my old percolator as soon as you left, and made myself coffee. I thought this would be good practice for you never to touch anything in my kitchen again."

"Rose, you are evil. Now I know where, Antonia gets it from."

"Would you like some coffee, or would you like to lose another argument?"

"Coffee please, I have lost enough arguments for this year."

32. Doughnuts and Decisions

Charlie called Ann, and told her when he would be arriving in San Luis Obisbo. She was absolutely thrilled, and told him she would meet him at the airport. He told her not to bother, because he was going to need his own car, and would pick up a rental at the airport. He told her that he would meet her at the college and follow her to their new home.

During the week he was gone she had placed the house on the market, and moved most of her clothing to Celeste's beach house. She had also placed feelers out to get, Charlie a new job. With James Hearst's help, she had gotten a complete file on Charlie, from his education through his adventures with the FBI. She had prepared a preliminary resume' for his potential employers, and with her contacts in the area, she knew that many would seek to obtain his services, in short order.

When Charlie landed, his first trip was not to the college. He rented a midsize car and then went to the local doughnut shop, where he bought six dozen donuts. He also asked the clerk for a small bag of the white powdered sugar. As he approached the college, he opened the bag, and dusted the front of his suit liberally, with the white powder. He also spread some on the front seat and on the dashboard. He took five of the six dozen donuts into the office, where he was to meet Ann, and waited. The girls at the desk were hysterical. They knew that she was a health freak. They also knew that when she saw him, and the way he looked, she would attempt to kill him where he stood. They told him this, and he said that he was a martial arts expert and could handle anything that came at him. They warned him that she was also an expert in martial arts, so beware what you wish for, because you may just get it.

When Ann rushed into the building and saw him. He was standing sideways. She yelled, "Charlie!" He turned towards her and held his arms out to her. She was running towards him, until she saw the front of his suit, then she stopped short. "Is that what I think it is, Charlie?"

He grabbed the five boxes of donuts and said, "It was a long trip from New York to Los Angeles. I needed something to keep my strength up."

"Prepare to defend yourself. You are going to work every ounce of those doughnuts off you right here in this corridor. I will not marry a fat man, regardless of how well he is hung."

The females in the office began to laugh again.

Ann yelled at them to be quiet, because there was not going to be enough of him left to enjoy. She attacked him with her full fury, only to wind up face down, on the floor, with Charlie sitting on her back.

"Ann, you know better than to let your emotions rule your intellect. Now, if you would like some real training in the martial arts, I would be glad to teach you. I would also be glad to fuck you, every time you lose. If we have four training sessions a day, I will fuck you four times a day. If we train six times a day, I will fuck you six times a day, and so on. I will fuck you until you can't walk. Is that agreeable to you?"

"Get off me, you son of a bitch. You and your doughnuts are too heavy for me. I will poison every doughnut I see."

"Ladies, I think you should distribute the doughnuts before Ann poisons them. Apparently she has no sense of humor, and therefore cannot take a joke. Would you please show her that I have not eaten any of the donuts that are in those boxes?"

While still seated on her back, the ladies showed Ann five complete boxes of donuts.

Ann asked Charlie why he had done that to her. 

"Ann, if you cannot take a practical joke, we will not have any fun being together at all. I love my donuts. I also love working out. I work out like a demon. I love to run. I lift weights and I do a great deal of core exercises. I have a regimen all my own. All my stats are right where they belong. I will not give up my donuts, because you want me to, but when a doctor tells me that I have to, I will. I have not been in any better shape than I am now, ever. I want to stay that way with you. Please be happy with me the way I am, and do not try to change me into someone that you want me to be. We will get along better that way."

"Get off me, Charlie."

"I am sorry about that. I was so comfortable. I forgot where I was."

Ann stood up and said, "You are a son of a bitch Charlie. I have never met a man that could be as logical as you are. First, you beat Celeste at her own game. Now you have beaten me. I love you Charlie Gomes. Let's go home and fuck. You've already beaten me twice today, so you have to fuck me twice."

Charlie turned to the ladies behind a desk, who were applauding and said, "Ladies, enjoy your doughnuts, I have another hole to fill."

Ann blushed and smacked him on the arm. "Charlie you are incorrigible."

"That is why the FBI hired me."

On Monday morning, Celeste boarded her slightly used Gulfstream jet, and it took off shortly afterward for Milan. If there was a Concorde still flying, she would have taken it. If she could have charted a supersonic military aircraft, she would have done it. She could not account for her actions, even though Antonia had told her flat out what they were. She was told that she was in love with Philip. Father Chang had told her that it was totally up to her how she proceeded from this point. She could do nothing at all. She could live with him and leave whenever the feeling struck her. She could have children with him, without getting married. She could get married and not have children, because she did not want to get tied down by them. Finally, she could give herself totally and completely to marriage and all that it meant. The choice as he said was totally and completely hers. She kept thinking, "If it is my decision, why do I feel that everyone else is trying to making it for me. Why am I so nervous about seeing Philip again? Is it just because I made him so ill, and I want to apologize to him? Or is it like Ann and Charlie said, "I am so in love, I cannot see the forest through the trees. I guess I will know when I look in Philip's eyes again. If I feel that same tingle in my heart that I did last time, I will stay and see what happens between us. I am not getting married for at least two years. I do not care what anyone says. I can buy more of anything then he can, so bribery will not work on me. Two years, not one day less. If he threatens me, I will leave him."

Her steward noticed her discomfort and slipped something extra into her favorite drink. Within moments, she calmed down and then fell into a very deep, relaxing sleep. He released the chairs mechanism and it unfolded into a comfortable bed. He fastened the dual seatbelt, and covered her with her cashmere blanket. Then he walked up front and sat in the jump seat between the two pilots and told them what he had done. They both laughed and said, "With the aircraft at 55,000 feet and on autopilot, now the three of us have nothing to do." They took out there word games, crossword puzzles, and iPads and settled in for the seven hour transoceanic trip.

As they were crossing the Alps, and beginning their dissent, the air became bumpy. They knew she was awake when they heard, "Marlon, you are fired. You did it to me again, and I will not allow that to happen."

"Madam, is this the 13th or 14th time you have fired me?"

"I do not remember. However, this is the last time I am going to do it. You are fired."

"Yes, madam, should I get out now or should I wait until we land?"

"Now would be just fine Marlon."

"Madam, if you would be so kind as to open the door for me, I will step out."

"If you were not 70 years old, I would break your neck Marlon."

"Madam, I am not 70 years old, I am 76 years old. So feel free to ring my neck, wrinkles and all."

"Marlon, why don't you retire? You are a millionaire in your own right, my father and I have seen to that. You could go anywhere and do anything you want. Instead, you hang around me and take all the abuse I give you."

"Madam, your father was abusive to everyone around him, but me. I put him in his place, and he knew better than to argue with me, because I knew all his secrets. One word from me, and he would have been in jail for the rest of his life. He knew he could not kill me because I told him that I had lawyers and safety deposit boxes all around the country and in the event of my death or disappearance he would be exposed for the type of person he was. You on the other hand, are a pussycat. You on your mother's child, and I loved your mother deeply. We had an affair that lasted many years and I promised her that I would care for you, for as long as I lived. So I will be here, by your side, until my heart stops ticking. Or, until you open that door."

Celeste looked at him through a new set of eyes. She asked, "Why didn't you tell me this before? Why did you keep this a secret from me?"

"You are about to set upon a new journey in your life. You are in love for the first time in your life. It shows all over your face and in all of your mannerisms. You are scared to death of it. Child, you should not be. You are not your father; you are your mother's child. As hard as you try to be on the outside, when you open your heart to someone you will find your mother looking out for you. She will show you the way to happiness, as surely as she showed me."

"Did my father ever find out about you two?"

"Many years after your mother had passed away, and when your father was gravely ill, he asked me about Emma and me. I lied to him and told him that we had never been intimate and he seemed to believe me. I think he rested easier with that thought on his conscience, although I cannot understand why considering what he did to all the women who came after her. I felt bad for each one of them, and I made sure each one of them was amply taken care of after their divorces were finalized. They deserved more than what he gave them, and they got that, plus much more, anonymously."

"You are a good man Marlon. I have one more question for you and I want an honest answer. Are you my real father?"

"It would be my greatest pleasure to say yes to that question, but the answer truthfully is no. When you were conceived, your father and mother were truly in love. His philandering ways had already started, but your mother was his one true love."

"If I thought you were lying to me Marlon, I would punch you in the nose and take a blood sample. However, I can see in your eyes that you are telling me the truth. Thank you for being honest with me. You still haven't answered me as to why you hang around me, instead of retiring?"

"Madam, you go to such boring places: Rio de Janeiro for the winter; The Seychelles for the spring; The South of France for a few weeks in the summer. The Greek Isles for a quick getaway. Then, middle of the Amazon to meet a few friends, every now and again. When you are truly bored, we go home and visit the mansion. What a terrible life I lead."

"Marlon, I'm getting ready to fire you again."

"Will this be number 15 Madam?"

Prepare for landing, landing in five minutes.

"Shall I raise your seat Madam, or do you think you can do it by yourself?"

"If I can figure out where the blanket ends and where the seatbelts are, I can get out of this bed and straighten the chair. However, the way you buckled me in, it feels like I am in a straightjacket."

"When you were a baby, you always tried to climb out of your crib. It was necessary to strap you in. I considered it a necessary evil."

"Marlon, get me out of here right now."

"As you wish, Madam."

"You have known me for all 29 years of my life. When are you going to start calling me Celeste?"

"I will start calling you by your given name, when you reach the age of 60."

"I will not waste my breath on you Marlon. Firing you is a waste of time."

"Thank you, Madam; I will consider it a reprieve."

The aircraft taxied into the hangar, stopped, the door opened and the stairs rolled out automatically. Celeste walked down and was attacked by Antonia immediately. 

"You have got to come and see my dress. It is absolutely gorgeous. My mother's aunts and cousins made it specifically for me. It is not even finished yet and it is the best thing ever made."

"Hi, Antonia, how are you? I am glad to see you also.

"Okay, hello Celeste, you look wonderful, you are as gorgeous as ever, your airplane looks wonderful. Now let's go see my dress."

"Wait one minute; I have to go see Philip. I want to see him. I have to make sure that he gets well. I don't want him to suffer anymore then, he has already."

"Screw Philip, I had Frank beat the shit out of him, and he is fine now. We could not wait for you to get back here and let him lie around in his own self-pity. So, when he would not listen to common sense, or in other words, me, I turned Frank loose on him. After a short and painful lesson, Philip decided that it was better for his health to get his act in gear."

"So what you are telling me is that you lied to me on the telephone."

"I would never lie to you. I may exaggerate a little bit, here and there, but I would never knowingly lie."

"When was the last time you went to confession, little girl?"

"I was outside the church, when I called you."

"I should kick the shit out of you, and feed you to the engines of the airplane. You had me so worried about Philip, that I ordered a new airplane just for him."

"You have known me longer than Philip, why didn't you buy me one?"

"I love you Antonia, but I am not in love with you."

"Celeste, you are as dumb as a post."

"Why, what did I do wrong now?"

"All I had to do was bait you a little bit to get you to admit that you are in love with Philip."

"Shit, that makes five people that have done that to me recently, and I trust them all. You, not so much, but I trust the rest of them completely."

"Why don't you trust me Celeste? I am your best friend, and you are my only friend. I sent Frank's friend, Charlie, halfway around the world to look for you. What other friend, do you have, who would do that for you?"

"Okay, Antonia, I trust you too, almost. Do you know about Charlie and Ann?"

"Who is Ann? No, do not tell me. Let's get into the car, and you can tell me on the way to see my gown."

"When am I going to see Philip, Antonia?"

"How the heck am I supposed to know? He does not even know you are back yet."

"Antonia, I have changed my mind about you. I do not trust you at all."

"I do not care at this moment. I want you to see my gown. If you are going to be my maid of honor, you have to like it. You are going to like it, aren't you?"

Celeste looked evilly into Antonia's eyes and said, "I will consider it."

"Bitch!"

"Harlot!"

"I love you Celeste, I have missed you dreadfully. I have so much to tell you."

"I love you too baby. I had a rough time for a while, but I think I am back to normal now. I will know exactly how I feel when I look in Philip's eyes. If I see what I saw the first time we met, everything will be fine."

"Well, in that case, wear something sexy for dinner tonight. It will be just the four of us, at our favorite restaurant."

"Antonia, you are such a liar. You said he doesn't even know I am back, and then you tell me we are having dinner together tonight."

"He does not know you are back. He thinks it is just the three of us going out to dinner. I want to see him fall all over himself, when he sees you. Did you happen to bring that dress you wore the evening we went out together?"

"No, but I know where I can get one that will knock his socks off."

"Remember, dinner is at eight. No fooling around, at the store."

"I never fool around in a store. I just buy what I like."

"That is the problem, you like everything."

They drove up to her great-aunts' store and Antonia rushed in, pulling Celeste behind her. After a quick set of introductions, Antonia rushed into the back to try on her nearly completed gown. Moments later, she came out and stood on the pedestal, and even Celeste gasped. 

"Antonia, it is a masterpiece. You have a family of artists. Not even the best Design Houses in Europe could have done anything like this for you. May I ask who designed it?"

Antonia pointed to her great aunt, who beamed with pride. 

Celeste said to her, "Show this gown to no one. I will have people come here and photograph it on Antonia, when it is completed. We will have it registered and copyrighted. Anyone who uses this design will have to pay you a royalty forever; that is how wonderful this gown is. You will see it in every fashion magazine around the world. They will not use Antonia, for the photo shoot, because she is too ugly." 

"Bitch!"

Her great-aunt, aunts and cousins laughed at both of them. With a just a month left until the wedding, they still had much to do to finish the gown, and they wanted Antonia out of it, before she started to perspire.

While Antonia was in the back changing, Celeste asked, "Would you make a gown for me, when the time comes?"

Antonia yelled, "I heard that!"

"Antonia, I could be talking, 3 feet away from you, and you would not hear a thing. I whisper something to your aunt, and you heard it. How is that possible?"

"It was very easy Celeste. Once you saw my gown, and I saw your expression, I knew you were going to ask that question. I listened as hard as I could and I was right."

Celeste turned to Antonia's aunts and asked them if they would on the day of the wedding, as they were dressing Antonia in this marvelous gown, put some 'Itching Powder' into her panties, so she would embarrass herself during the entire wedding ceremony.

Antonia came out of the back room and said, "I would not embarrass myself, I would probably keep cumming and cumming, until I fainted dead away, from the pleasure of it all."

Celeste shook her head in disbelief. She turned to those assembled around Antonia and said to them, "You know, she probably would, she is just that horny." 

The laughing did not stop until they left the store; and headed into downtown Milan to get Celeste a dress for the evening. It was 6 PM, and the store was getting ready to close, for the evening. When the owner saw Celeste exit the car, she opened the front door and ran out to meet her favorite customer. The ladies who worked in the shop stopped what they were doing to see what all the yelling was about, and knew instantly that they were going to be leaving work a little later than they had expected. They lined up to greet Celeste as she walked in, and awaited instructions to see what they could do to help her. Instructions were simple and complicated at the same time: any designer, any style. Show any amount of skin, as long as it left her somewhat decent in public. She wanted to knock her future fiancé's socks off. Oh, and get some rag for this little person also.

Antonia tried to punch Celeste in her stomach for calling her short one too many times, but Celeste was expecting it, and moved out of the way just in time to smack her on her ass.

"Be nice, Antonia, or we will put you in a high chair at dinner."

"You are pressing your luck with your short jokes Celeste. One day I am going to cut you off at your knees so we can see eye to eye."

"For you and me to see eye to eye little one, you would have to cut me off at the hips."

"Celeste, if we had more time, I would invite you to the gym at the college. There we would find out exactly which one of us is bigger."




Why I Hated The Guy From The FBI Ch. 09



"Let's check our calendars and make a date. It should be fun, don't you think?"

Antonia looked at the smirk on Celeste face and wondered if she had just bitten off more than she could chew. However, she could not back down now, because she would lose face and that would never do. She smiled back at her friend and said, "I will check my calendar at home, and then we will set the date. Now, by your dress, let's get ready for tonight's entertainment, and no more short jokes."

"Okay, tiny."

Antonia started to storm out of the store, but the sales girl stopped her and said, "Miss you must try on your frock."

Antonia looked at the price tag of this "frock" and said it was too expensive for one evening outing. Find something cheaper please.

"But miss, it is only €12,000."

"How much do you make in one year, miss?"

"I am not allowed to say miss."

"I would venture to say that three or four of these dresses, would equal your yearly salary. Find me something less expensive, please. I do not have much more time."

Celeste came out in a blue and silver pantsuit, with silver chain ties around the ankles and slits up the side to the hip. It was backless, with a thin silver chain around her neck. If one tiny link broke, she would be naked instantly. As Antonia looked at the design of this pantsuit she knew that was exactly the designer's intent. Celeste knew it also. 

Celeste asked Antonia, what she thought of her outfit.

Antonia said, "You almost killed him, when you left him without saying goodbye. Saying hello in that outfit will surely kill him."

Celeste turned to the owner and said, "I'll take it."

"What about you Antonia, why haven't you picked out anything?"

"Everything in the store is so damn expensive. I am only going to wear it for one night. It does not seem logical to spend that much money for one night's pleasure."

"Antonia, we had a conversation once about your weight. You are 103 pounds. You always have been 103 pounds. You always will be 103 pounds, and so on. Do you remember that conversation?"

"Yes I do."

"In that case, if you buy a dress in a size 1 now, in five years what size are you going to be?"

"The odds are I will be a size 1."

"So you will fit into that same dress, five years from now, isn't that right."

"I guess you are right."

"The object is to buy something that is timeless. The little black dress is timeless. The pantsuit that I'm buying today is not timeless, but I'm only going where it once every few years, and not in front of the same people. Everyone will think it is new. Buy something good, and by something timeless."

Antonia turned to the sales girl, and asked her to bring back the first dress, so that she could try it on. Happily, she did not like it, even though it fit her well. She went on to try on two other dresses and found one that was perfect for the evening. It was drop-dead gorgeous. It would knock Frank's eyes out, and it was half the price of the first dress. She was completely satisfied with her shopping experience.

However, it was now a little after 7 o'clock and they did not have time to get back to the Villa to shower, change and get back to the restaurant by 8 o'clock. 

The owner reminded Celeste, that they had all the facilities they needed to freshen up downstairs, including makeup and hair styling equipment. 

This made the remaining time much easier on both of them. They showered and shaved and primped for their men, and with less than 10 minutes to go before they had to be at the restaurant, they left the store and a very happy owner. 

The restaurant was only a few blocks away, so they walked. They hid themselves across the street, and waited to see Frank and Philip walk in to the restaurant first. Then, they made them wait a few minutes longer. Antonia saw Frank pop his head out of the restaurant door and walk back in. Then her cell phone rang. 

"Hello Frank, what's up?" 

"Where are you, Antonia?"

"Are you seated yet?"

"Yes, they just sat us down. We ordered some wine. When can we expect you?"

"I am two blocks away. I had to park the car and I could not get anything closer. I will be there shortly. I love you. Bye."

Frank told Philip that Antonia would be here any moment and why she was late. They should start looking at the menu's, because Antonia only ordered one thing from this restaurant, and if they had child's menu, he would order from there, because she always took a doggie bag home.

Frank knew what was coming, but Philip did not have a clue, so he stuck his head behind the menu and started looking for something to eat.

Antonia moved out of Phillips line of sight leaving only Celeste in view.

Celeste said, "Excuse me sir. Is this seat taken?"

Phillips head came up so fast. He could have given himself whiplash.

Celeste did not have a big smile on, because she knew she had done him an injustice. She did have an impish grin on her face, hoping that he would be happy to see her again.

He stared at her face, her lovely, gorgeous face and said, "I am sorry ma'am that seat is taken. However, my lap is empty and you are welcome to sit in it."

By the time she circled the table, there was no lap to sit in. He had stood up and crushed her in his arms and his mouth was ravaging hers.

Frank said, "I think they are happy to see each other."

"She asked my aunt about a wedding dress. I believe she is serious this time. Do you want to give me my five dollars now, or do you want to wait until later."

"What five dollars? We both knew this was a done deal."

"I knew it first. Give me my five dollars or else."

"Or else what shrimp?"

"What is this short joke day? Ever since she got off the airplane that is all I have been getting. Short joke after a short joke, there must be something in the water."

"There probably is; tiny little fish."

"Frank, you go to bed with me, you could die to regret it."

"Antonia, it is you could 'live' to regret it."

"No Frank, I said it the way I meant it. You could 'die' to regret it."

"I believe I get your meaning. I think I will stop with the short jokes."

The waiter came over to the table, while Philip and Celeste were still locked in each other's arms, and asked Frank if champagne was in order. 

Frank said, "Yes it is. The best you have, please."

Philip whispered into Celeste's ear, "Don't ever leave me like that again. I nearly went crazy, without you in my life. I still have pains in my side from where Antonia kicked me. Mentally, you broke me down. I thought I had done something wrong. My religion is my religion, not anyone else's. Everyone is free to choose his or her own path in this life, and no one has the right to change them."

Celeste smiled "I know, Philip. Father Chang told me all about that. Everything is straightened out in my head now. I love you and I want to be with you. I do not want to get married yet. I would like us to live together. I will be here in Milan for as long as you want me, and after a while, when we both are really ready, if you ask me to marry you, I will say yes."

"I guess I cannot ask you if you would like to get married now."

"No, Philip, I am not ready yet. I am in love with you, I am as sure of that as I am breathing right now. However, for me, marriage is a scary word. Your religion tells you it is a once in a lifetime commitment. I have no religious impediment giving me that guidance. Father Chang and I had a very long talk about this, and he gave me guidance on how to handle my end of this situation. He is a brilliant man, and I grew to like him very much. I am going to follow his advice, and take it very slowly. When I have gotten over my fears and self-doubts you will be the first to know, I promise."

"One day, I would like to meet Father Chang and thank him for what he has done for both of us."

"Well, when you meet him his correct title is Archbishop Chang."

"I see you went straight up to the big guys to get your advice, my love. When we go to marriage counseling, are we going to go up to the Pope?"

"That is one of the reasons we are not rushing in to marriage. I do not want to go into marriage counseling. I want us to know everything about everything about each other. People are looking at us, let's sit down and enjoy our dinner and then we can decide if it's your place or mine."

"Oh good, you two decided to come up for air. Is everything all straightened out? No one is angry, everything is lovey-dovey again. I can let Philip ride his horses and drive his car again," Frank asked?

Celeste answered for Philip. "Yes Frank, Philip is fully functional again. He is going to be good from now on. We are together, hopefully forever, but without the bonds of matrimony. I still have some things to work out before that happens."

Antonia put her hand to her mouth and quietly said, "Bullshit!"

Frank elbowed her in the ribs to keep her silent.

Celeste asked Antonia what she said.

Antonia apologized for burping; however, Philip did hear her remark and smiled at her.

At that moment, the waiter brought the champagne and started to pour four glasses.

Antonia asked if it was okay for her to propose the first toast. Since nobody objected she continued, "To four of the very best of friends; may we remain this way, through good times and bad."

The first course arrived as they finished their drink. Antonia decided to ask Philip a question to see how observant he was. She got up, walked around the table and stood between him and Celeste. She said, "Philip, describe what Celeste is wearing?"

Frank immediately started laughing, because the look in Philip's eyes was blank. He knew his friend had no idea what his beloved Celeste had on. She could have walked in wearing Eskimo furs or a burqa and he would not have noticed. All he saw was her face. All he cared about was her face. His hands could not remember what he touched. He was at a total loss and he was embarrassed. He said to Antonia, "I do not know. I looked into her eyes and on my mind got lost in them."

Antonia tapped him on his head and said, "Boy, have you got it bad. Close your eyes and do not open them until I say so." 

"Celeste, stand up, and let him see you."

"Philip, do not stain your pants, because she is a vision. Open your eyes and behold what God has wrought."

Philip opened his eyes and said, "Holy shit. What is holding that thing up?"

Antonia said, "One small piece of double backed tape, on each nipple."

"Really?"

"Idiot!"

Celeste started to bend down, but Philip stopped her, fearing her entire ensemble would fall apart. 

Celeste laughed at him and showed him the small chain around her neck.

Philip asked, "Would it be alright, if I got you a chain with a little more substance than the one that is on there now?"

Celeste looked at him in horror and said, "What fun would that be. It would take all the suspense out of wearing the outfit. If everyone knew it was not going to fall off me, no one would look at me."

"I promise you, I will always be looking only at you from this day forward; until death do us part."

Antonia hit Frank hard on his left arm.

Frank said, "Ouch. What did I do wrong?"

Antonia replied, "You still look at other women. Philip just said he would look at Celeste only, 'until death do they part'."

"I agree with Philip. Look at what he has to look at. Look at what I have to look at. There is no comparison." 

There was nearly a brawl in the restaurant. Philip and Frank had to carry her outside to calm Antonia down, while Celeste sat at the table and laughed her head off. That little firecracker could be set off faster than anyone she had ever known and Frank knew exactly how to do it. When she walked back in, her hair was a mess, her face was bright red, and her composure was, at best, iffy. When the two men walked back in, they both were nursing scratches and welts on their hands and faces. They were defensive wounds, but she was sure that Frank wanted to inflict at least one offense strike of his own to settle this quicker than it had been. If she didn't know them better, she would not give their marriage a chance in hell. However, she did know them, and she knew that their fighting was just foreplay, and the main event, was even more fun when they fought like cats and dogs beforehand.

The remainder of the evening was both fun and relaxing. Antonia antagonized Philip every chance she got, reminding him about how he smelled and looked on the day they found him on the veranda.

However, Celeste stole the evening with the story of Ann and Charlie. She went on for an hour telling the three of them about the goings-on about those two, in Ann's house. Charlie cooking, Ann's screaming from upstairs, her dropping her orange juice, the entire story of Ann's courtship. She had everyone at the table laughing into tears. Frank could not believe that Charlie would be out of the FBI by the end of the week, because he was in love.

He said, "Celeste, this is your fault. If I had not sent Charlie to find you, and make sure that you were fine, the FBI would still have a wonderful agent working for them. Lonely, but a wonderful agent. You would have a wonderful friend who is a professor at a college. Lonely, but a wonderful friend. Now I have a friend, who is out of work, who is not lonely, but is getting laid frequently. You have a friend who is a professor. She is working, not lonely and getting laid frequently. Your friend has to get my friend the job, so he is gainfully employed."

"The last I heard from Ann was she was going to take away Charlie's donuts, and make him lose 15 pounds. She does not want him to be overweight and unhealthy. She already has feelers out, looking for a job for Charlie. He will not be unemployed for long. I guarantee it."

"I have $100 that says she is not going to win the argument about the donuts."

"You do not know, my friend Ann. She is quite persistent and she has a way about her that people tend not to argue with her."

"Does that mean you accept my bet?"

"Do you want to add a zero to that number?"

"No, $100 is my limit."

"You are on Frank. We should know the results by Saturday. If the San Andreas Fault ruptures, we will know something happened around San Luis Obisbo."

As they left the restaurant Frank asked Antonia where their car was, and she told him. He turned and flipped Philip's keys to him. He said, "Have fun, kids. Do not keep the neighbors up too late."

Antonia and Celeste embraced. Antonia said she would see her on the weekend, if she was able to walk. Celeste smacked her and smiled, "Frank, get the midget to bed early, it is a school night."

Frank grabbed Antonia by the arms, and Philip told Celeste behind him, as Antonia roared, "I am going to spray paint your hair purple the next time I see you."

Celeste stuck her head around Phillips side and said, "You will have to stand on a ladder to get that high."

Antonia yelled, "Frank, kill her for me. Once she is down on the floor. I will finish the job."

"If I kill her, what job will you have to finish?"

"I can pee on her face."

Celeste laughed and said, "Oh goodie, Water Sports, I did not know you are into them, Antonia?"

Antonia screamed in defeat turned and stomped away.

Celeste yelled out, "I love you Antonia."

Antonia did not turn around. She just waved her hand in the air, and kept walking.

On the way to the car Frank said, "That is a lovely dress you are wearing." 

She looked at Frank and said, "How could anyone in that restaurant, see anything except Celeste. She is exquisite. I am so happy she is my friend, even though she kisses me off sometime. I am so happy she has finally acknowledged that she is in love with Philip. They will be very happy together."

"The way she was talking tonight, I do not think they are going to be getting married for a very long time, possibly two or three years, at the earliest. Children may be put off for a couple years after that, because she is still very frightened of commitment."

"Do you have another $100 you want to lose?"

"Why, when do you think they are going to be married?"

"She would look lovely as a June bride. However, I think it's going to be July, because all the churches are going to be booked for June."

"I will take that bet."

"Are you feeling rich?"

"Why and what do you want a bet on?"

"$500 says she is going to be pregnant."

"I have never made such easy money in my life. I accept your bet."

"Not one word, Frank. Not even a whisper or I will neuter you, and you will be childless."

"You mean to say, with all the work I have been doing, you are not pregnant yet?"

"What work are you doing Frank? I am the one on top. You lie there, like a flounder, smiling up at me, pinching my titties, while I get you off. If your little swimmers did their job properly, I would have been pregnant months ago."

"If you let me do it the proper way, you would be pregnant. However, you demand to do it your way, because you are afraid of carrying a little weight on top of you."

"You are so damn big, I disappear under you. I weigh 100 pounds, you weigh 225 pounds. That is not considered a little weight."

"There are other positions than the one or two you insist on."

"How much weight do I have to carry with them?"

"None, I would be holding you, in a variety of positions."

"Why didn't you tell me about this before?"

"You would not listen to me."

"You can try one out when we get home. If I like it, you can try a different one the next night, if I like that one, you can continue trying new ones. If I find one I do not like, I will tell you. Is that okay with you?"

"Of course it's okay with me. You love sex. I love sex. We love sex together. Why shouldn't we experiment? There are books all over the university library about sex. Take a look and see if you find anything interesting. Do not look at porn on your computer. It gives you only the worst view of sex. It shows you a man's domination over a woman. It does not show you anything about love, and the communion of spirit between a man and woman. When you talk to your mother on the telephone, you sound like an expert. When you get into the bedroom with me, you only want to be on top. It sounds like you are ready for a change. If you are, it is fine with me, and I will help you every step of the way."

"Okay Frank, bring me home, and screw my brains out. Please do not crush me in the process."

"I can promise you, you will be doing a handstand, when you cum."

"I never took gymnastics in school Frank. I would not know a handstand, from a somersault."

"You will before this night is over."

33. Sex Education 201

Before she knew what happened to her, Antonia was naked, on their bed, with her ankles by her ears and Frank's mouth firmly attached to her pussy. She screamed in ecstasy and became orgasmic instantly. As soon as Frank felt she was wet enough, he pushed two fingers into her cunt, and played with her G spot until she came again. She fought to get her legs free, but he would not let them go. He continued to lap her pussy with his tongue, tease her clit, with his teeth, and played deeply inside of her with his two fingers. When she was ready to come again, he removed his fingers, and shoved one up her ass. She screamed like a banshee, came again, and passed out for a few moments.

When she woke up, she was impaled on Frank's dick, while being pressed up against a wall. He was pumping into her ferociously, while holding her up by her knees. She grabbed his neck, because she feared she was going to fall to the floor. 

Frank asked her how she liked this new position, and she replied that he was going to take a layer of skin off her back. He moved away from the wall, and Antonia screamed. "What is going to hold me up now?"




Why I Hated The Guy From The FBI Ch. 10



Note: All characters and areas portrayed in this story are purely fictitious, and are a product of my imagination. Any resemblance to a person, living or dead is strictly coincidental. 

34. A Funny Kind of Day

"Charlie, if I lose my grip on this ladder, we will never catch up to this boat."

"Then it is a good thing I have it anchored to the bottom of the ocean, isn't it Ann."

"God dammit, Charlie, if you did not fuck so well, I'd kill your sorry ass."

"Just remember, babe, I am keeping sea water and fish, out of an area they do not belong."

"Charlie you are going to kill me with that thing of yours."

"Would you like to rest for a while?"

"You stop what you are doing, and I will find your gun, and teach you how to dance with one less toe."

"You do realize this is very strenuous exercise for me. Holding onto a ladder with my hands; my feet pressed against the stern of the boat; my dick inside you trying to increase your pleasure, and all you are doing is complaining."

"I have you doing this, to work off those doughnuts you had at breakfast this morning. Those plus the sugarcoated cereals you eat are going to be the death of you."

"Ann, why can't you keep up with me on my five-mile run in the morning?"

"That is it, Charlie, you are dead man."

Ann pulled herself off him, and screamed, "Oh fuck, that hurt."

Charlie laughed, and started swimming away from the boat, as quickly as he could, because Ann was the better swimmer. Once she gathered her wits about her, and rose above the pain she encountered by pulling herself off of his engorged organ, she would go after him like the man-eating shark she was. 

When she finished rubbing her sore pussy, she looked for him and found him 30 yards away from the boat, swimming away like a jelly fish. This was the one area she was far superior to him. She dove into the water, and ate up the distance with every stroke of her arms.

Charlie saw her coming, and decided on a tactic he had used successfully before. He submerged, did a U-turn and headed back towards the boat.

When Ann lost sight of him, she knew what he had done. However, she caught sight of something else that concerned her and she needed Charlie to look at it before it went away. She dove immediately, and saw him pass underneath her. She tapped his foot, but he did not stop, thinking it was still a game. She grabbed his ankle and jerked on it, and this time he stopped. 

She pointed up. 

When he surfaced he asked her what the problem was. She pointed to a black object about 2 feet above the surface moving north. 

Charlie did not answer her, except to say, "We have to get back to the boat, now."

As soon as his feet hit the deck, he started the blower fans for the engines, ran for the chain to the anchor and put it on the automatic winch. Then he called the Coast Guard. "Vandenberg Coast Guard this is Point Breeze out of San Luis Obispo over." 

"This is Coast Guard, what is your emergency." 

"Coast Guard, Point Breeze has spotted a drug smuggling submarine snorkeling off Monte de Oro State Park northbound at approximately 6 knots. I am weighing anchor to pursue. I will keep you updated on position."

"Point Breeze, how do you know it is a drug smuggling submarine over."

"Coast Guard, my name is Charles Gomes, former FBI Special Agent Drug Task Force Brooklyn, New York. I just retired last Monday. You can check my identification with that office."

"Roger Point Breeze, take no action. We will call in help."

"Roger, Coast Guard, Point Breeze is getting underway."

Ann was in control of the boat, simply because Charlie had no idea what to do with it, except the jobs she had taught him so far. He told her where he wanted to be, and she got him there in no time at all. He was up at the bow of the boat, with the field glasses, looking for that little telltale sign that a snorkel gives off in the water. A white wake going in a direction, where one does not belong.

Within five minutes he had it in sight and had Ann move to within 100 yards, directly astern of it. Then, he had cut the power of the engines to a point where he could barely hear them.

45 minutes later, their radio crackled and it was the Coast Guard asking him for his position. He gave them his GPS coordinates, and the Coast Guard said they were 10 minutes away. Air Force helicopters were about three minutes behind them from Vandenberg Air Force Base. 

The next thing Charlie heard was the loud horn of a Coast Guard Cutter, coming in from the West. Shortly afterwards, two Coast Guard helicopters arrived on the scene, from the north and four US Air Force helicopter gunships that normally guard the rocket base, from the east.

As the Coast Guard cutter closed in, they called Point Breeze. 

Point Breeze, this is Coast Guard cutter Morgenthau. We have the object in sight. We would like you to back off and head back home. There will be a greeting party there to debrief you, and thank you for your help. Your names will not appear for your safety, but you are up for a reward.

Coast Guard, this is Point Breeze backing off, with pleasure.

Without firing a warning shot, the Air Force gunships opened up with their 50 caliber machine guns directly down at the submerged subs snorkel and hull. The sub never knew what hit it. They immediately started taking on water. It blew its ballast tanks and surfaced, as quickly as it could. When the eight-man crew surfaced, and saw its greeting party they were stunned. They could not figure out how they could be detected, going so slow, with so low a visible profile. 

No one bothered to tell them, either.

However, Ann and Charlie were civilians, and according to law, they were entitled to a finders' fee. Charlie called James Hearst and told him what had happened. 

Jim laughed. "Do you mean I have to go back into the Brooklyn Federal Building and tell them, they have to give you and Ann $30 million? Maybe I should just go into Manhattan, and do it there. I have not upset those people this week."

"No, Jim, I want you to do it in Brooklyn, if that is okay with you. Then I want you to place half of it in my name and half of it, in Ann's name... "Ouch, what did I do wrong, now?"

Ann said, "We will open a joint account, and have him put all the money in it, dummy."

Charlie said, "Jim did you know, she hits hard?"

"Charlie, I have never had the pleasure. However, by the volume of your 'ouch', I will take your word for it."

"Where was I before I was beaten up by my future bride? I have very close friends that I left at the agency. They were all passed over for promotion, because of the dunce that maligned them, when he wrote their proficiency reports. I would like you to spread $1 million between them. Let them argue over the last penny. However, tell them I know who will get it."

"Charlie, you are a man after my own heart. Give me their names and I am going to take a personal interest in those men, and their careers from this point on. I will make sure they move up the ladder of success, the way they deserve. I will also make sure they know they have you to thank."

"Thank you, Jim. I appreciate anything that you can do for them. They are all stand up guys. They put their lives on the line every day and they never take a dime out of the till. Now if you will excuse me I have to go abuse a woman, who was taken too many liberties with my head."

As Jim was about to turn off the speakerphone, he heard a woman laugh and scream, "Charlie, don't you dare." 

He laughed. "There are some really good people in this world, and sometimes I get a chance to meet them."

The men watching the two Dons, in Brooklyn, were becoming bored to tears. DiAngiolla, and Caruso were acting like angels and everything they did was out in public. When they were in their homes, their drapes were open. When it was cool outside their windows were even open. This was unlike anything they had ever seen. You did not need a bug in the house to listen to their conversations; you could stand on the sidewalk and listen. Don DiAngiolla would go to his favorite restaurants and then to visit his stockbroker and sit with the other old men, and watch the stock markets ever plummeting, and rising green line. On some days he was happy, on others, he was sad. He looked like any other retired elderly gentleman watching his money, increase and decrease in value as the days went on. For nearly 2 months, nothing suspicious happen. Thanksgiving was fast approaching, and everybody had a feeling of dread. They felt that as soon as they let their guard down a big shipment would slip by them and their bosses would scream, because they had lost their edge. You had to lose your edge, when you sat in the same spot, day after day, week after week, for two months and nothing happened. Then some genius down at the office said, "It has got to be coming in in the turkeys."

In New York City alone, there were going to be 5 million turkeys. That did not include the Bronx, Queens, Brooklyn or Staten Island. How in the world did he expect them to inspect all those turkeys? It was one of the dumbest ideas any of the agents had ever heard, and one of the senior agents stood up to his boss and told him so. He was put on an unpaid leave of absence instantly. The 50 men in the room said the same thing and offered to go on unpaid leave with him.

The offer was not accepted. The men in the room told the senior field agent, they would not do it. 

The senior field agent had a mutiny of gigantic proportions on his hand, so he called in the assistant director for the Northeast region, and asked him to come into the briefing room and speak to these men.

When the director got into the room, he asked what the problem was, and the senior field agent told the director that these men had disobeyed a direct order and should be disciplined immediately. The director asked what the order was that they would not follow. 

"The senior field agent said that he wanted every Turkey entering into the five boroughs of New York, inspected for cocaine and other drugs prior to Thanksgiving."

The director looked at the senior field agent and said, "You are relieved of duty pending a psychiatric evaluation. You are out of your fucking mind. Will two men escort him to Bellevue, now, please? He seems to be cracking up under the pressure of this office." 

"Now, will somebody bring me up to speed on what is going on, in Brooklyn?"

After a 30 minute brief, the director said, "Let me see if I have this straight. Since the drugs hit the streets, our two dons have become choirboys, and their hands are as clean as the snow we missed. We cannot track anything to them at all. DiAngiolla is staying here through the winter, with Caruso's grandbaby. Caruso is going to his daughter's wedding in Milan, with Vincent and his wife Donna. The two kids are enrolled in school, for the next semester. The four of them are leaving right after Thanksgiving together. They are returning together a week after the wedding. We have our eyes on them all the way to departure, at the airport. We will have our eyes on them getting off the plane, as soon as they arrive, with the help of the Italian police and DEA. They will be watched the entire time they are in Milan. There has been no family activity over there to make anybody suspicious that something is going on. Is that about it?"

"Director, the only thing that has gone on, in Milan, recently has been Don Castronova has been moved from the hospital in Milan to a hospital in Bern, Switzerland and is awaiting a heart transplant. We have seen all his records, spoken to all the doctors and nurses who have attended him. At this moment, it has been 7 weeks since his last heart attack, and the doctors gave him, at the outside, 8 to 10 weeks to find a donor, before he passes away. The family has sent out lawyers and letters to every organization around the world, begging and pleading for a heart for the Don. So far no one has come up with a match. This is a real situation, and the eldest son is running things, at this moment. Their business is completely shut down, and their whole focus is on the Don himself."

The director joked, "Their business has shut down, because of the Don being ill. If we could convince Don DiAngiolla to get sick, maybe his business will shut down."

The men in the room laughed, with the director, but everyone knew it would not be the case. They knew that Tony Caruso would step right in, and take Don DiAngiolla's place.

The director asked, "How many men do we have covering the two Dons, and their operations?"

"We have a total of 70 men and women doing surveillance, 24/7 sir."

"Someone write this down. Cut back to 16 hours a day. No surveillance between 6 AM and 2 PM. Minimize surveillance during the two other eight hour shifts. When Caruso goes on vacation, half of you go on paid leave for one week. When you come back, the other half goes. When Caruso gets back, things return to normal. Happy Thanksgiving, ladies and gentlemen, and enjoy your downtime."

The roar in the room was deafening. They had finally met someone who understood what went on in the trenches and not a bureaucrat that lived in an ivory tower surrounded by yes men and lived on grants and White Papers. 

Now the infighting began. Who would work what shift, but more importantly, who would go on vacation first. Since this was a gift from the Assistant Director, it was decided that everyone would throw there ID number into a hat, and a secretaries would pull 35 numbers out and call them off, one at a time. A coin would be tossed; if it was heads, the people who were picked would go on vacation first. Tails would mean they would go on vacation last. It also meant that the people who are going on vacation first worked the late shift. The people who were going on vacation last, worked the early shift. Only people who work for the federal government could come up with such a convoluted system, and think it was fair. Both parties felt it was better than 12 hour shifts, and no vacation in between.

Philip and Gloria Gennaro were also getting ready for the wedding of their son. They had driven to Milan to be fitted for her gown and his tuxedo. Antonia had insisted that her aunt's make Gloria's gown for her, and she did not resist, too strenuously. As for the tuxedos, they were another matter. Philip was in charge of those. Fitting Frank for a tuxedo was like trying to tell a guerrilla to stand still. It was nearly impossible. His shoulders were too wide, his arms too long, his biceps and triceps bulged like bowling balls and his waist, tapered to 36 inches. They had no idea what to do with his slacks. His calves were like steel beams and his thighs like tree trunks. They figured out a way to deal with these issues, but then there was the problem of his massive dick. They had no idea how to fit that monster down either side of a pant leg, without it showing grotesquely. 

Philip laughed and said to Frank, "Maybe you should put it into a sling, and tie it off to the side."

Frank replied, "Very funny, Philip, I will put your head in a sling, so Celeste can carry it on a plate."

However, the tailors were not laughing. They were talking excitedly among themselves, about the best options to do this improvisation. They came up with a plan that was both ingenious and devious at the same time. They took Frank into the fitting room and talked to him about it. He laughed, but he agreed to the plan, but said to them, "No one else is to know how it works, no one!"

The plan was agreed upon, and not one word was said afterwards. The tailors still had a great deal of work to do, getting Frank properly fitted into a tuxedo. The man's physique was a marvel, but fitting him for custom clothing was a nightmare.

Fitting Phil Gennaro took all of 40 minutes. The tailors thanked the good Lord, that at least one member of the Gennaro family had normal genes and was not built like a Mack truck.

Celeste and Antonia escorted Gloria to the dress shop run by the aunts. It seemed to both young women that when a new person was introduced into the fold, they were greeted like long-lost family. Gloria was fawned over by everyone in the store. She was asked where her ancestors were from; what her maternal grandmother's name was; had she been to the city of her grandmother's birth, and hundreds of other questions, before they even asked why she was there.

When her great aunt was told that she needed a gown for the wedding of her son to Antonia, she sat down as if she were shot. "Why did you wait so long? We do not have a lot of time. We will have to work night and day to get it done for the mother of the groom. Ladies call everyone; we will need every hand, so we can get to get Gloria's dress done on time."

Gloria felt terrible. "Please, do not do this for me. I will go into town and buy a gown from one of the stores. I should not have been so thoughtless, and it is my own fault. I was setting up my home and I totally forgot about buying a gown for the wedding. I do not wish to put any pressure on you, because of my oversight. I appreciate your willingness to do this for me, but it is not right."

Antonia's great aunt stood up and grabbed Gloria by the shoulders. She said to her, "That was very nice of you to say. Now, go in the back room and strip. We have measurements to take and I have to find a gown suitable for the mother of the groom."

"But..."

"Ladies, please help her follow my directions."

Gloria was taken by the hand and pulled towards the back room, totally confused by what was going on. She told them one thing, and they were doing the exact opposite. Were they all like Antonia? Was this a family trait? Her son was definitely in trouble if it was, as she tugged behind the curtains.

Celeste and Antonia sat down and waited for Gloria to be measured, and return to look at the books for gown she liked. Celeste started in on Antonia, exactly where she left off. She was leafing through a magazine when she said "How is high school going dwarf?"

"Do not start with me, Celeste. I will pinch your tits until you scream."

"If I stand up, you cannot reach them, shorty."

"Standup Celeste, and spread your legs, I am going to bite your clit and make you cum."

"I cannot let you do that anymore midget, I promised Philip, that it was his and his alone."

So this is a one-on-one relationship?"

"Yes, the box is close to everyone else."

"So when are you two getting married?"

"July

"You are so easy Celeste."

Celeste screamed, "You little witch." She stood up and started running after Antonia, who was laughing joyously. 

"When I catch you, you are not going to have a hair remaining on your head."

Antonia ran out of the front door, followed closely by Celeste. She yelled over her shoulder, "Catch me, how can you find anyone as small as me?"

"Do not worry, you little midget. For every 10 steps you take, I only have to take one. You will be out of breath before you reach the corner."

Antonia reached the corner and turned to the right and was out of sight before Celeste made the turn. 

She yelled, "You can run you little mutt, but you cannot hide from me forever."

Then Celeste yelled, "Ouch. God dammit, you sneaky little bitch."

She turned and saw Celeste standing behind her with a big smile on her face, and her arms outstretched waiting for a hug.

They hugged and walked back to the shop, with Celeste telling Antonia about the lovemaking she had with Philip, the night they left each other at the restaurant.

Antonia told her that Frank introduced her to some new positions also, that evening, which were quite different than anything she had tried before. She was now studying some advanced techniques, in the library. As they sat back down in the shop, Celeste said, "I should kill you, you little gnome. Philip and I were not going to tell anyone, until after your wedding."




Why I Hated The Guy From The FBI Ch. 10



Antonia's great-aunt told Celeste. "You cannot kill her now. We have just finished her dress."

Antonia jumped for joy. "Can I try it on, please? I promise I will not perspire or get it dirty."

Her aunt pointed to Celeste, and said, "You have to wear her shoes, because the dress was not meant to be worn with sneakers."

"I will not do that because she is a bitch."

Celeste replied, "Whore."

Calmly, Antonia took out her cell phone and started typing out a text. Celeste said, "What are you doing?"

"Nothing really important, I am just letting all my friends know that you are getting married in July."

Celeste screamed and started running after Antonia, who was running around the store. When she let Celeste catch her, she showed her what she was writing on her cell phone. It said, "I love you Celeste over and over and over."

Celeste looked at Antonia and said, "I love you too, you little shrimp, but I am going to take you over my knee and spank you until you cum."

"Thank you, mommy, I think I really deserve it."

"You certainly do you little witch. When Philip finds out what you got out of me today, he is going to be livid."

"Does that mean you do not want me to collect my $100 from Frank yet?"

"You bet on me?"

"Celeste, I love you dearly, however, do not ever try to play poker. Betting on you is as close to a sure thing, as anyone I have ever met."

"How much did you win?"

"Frank's maximum; $100. Did you find out about your friend, and Charlie's donuts?"

"Yes, I did. Frank won that one."

"That is too bad, because that means I am not getting his money, I am getting yours. However, we do have one more bet outstanding and we will see how that one pans out."

"Does it involve me?"

"I am not allowed to say who it involves or what the consequences are. Many things have got to fall into place for it to happen. My family will be here after Thanksgiving, and I do not know if you have been read into the entire plan. However, it involves my father, and Phillips grandfather. After that, many other things will have to be taken care of and we will see what happens when the smoke clears."

"Can I be of any help in these plans?"

"You will have to ask, Frank. I do not know if he wants to get you involved in this or not. You are too close a friend to all of us, and this gets very close to being illegal, and I know in Frank's mind, it is immoral for him to be involved. He is a former federal agent, but he knows I do not want my father in jail, even though he deserves it for what he has done. The same thing goes for Phillips grandfather. However, as I said, you will have to speak to Frank."

"I want you and, Frank, to come to dinner at Phillips home tonight. We will discuss everything there, so I can get a feel for what is going on."

Gloria came out from the back, dressed in her street close, and was directed to the books to look for a gown with some of her aunts. Antonia started walking towards the back, when she was hit by two shoes. She turned and looked at Celeste. 

Celeste said, "3 inches to grow by, little girl."

Antonia took off for sneakers and was about to throw them at Celeste, when her aunt whispered into her ear, "If you miss her, you do not get to try on your dress."

Antonia knew the distance was less than 20 feet, but she did not wish to take the chance and not try on the dress. She lowered her sneakers and picked up the spiked heels. She mouthed the word, "Bitch" at Celeste, and walked into the back. 

10 minutes later a vision of beauty and grace walked out of the back room and stood on the pedestal. She faced the three mirrors, and gasped.

Celeste picked up her cell phone and called her lawyer in Paris. She told him what she wanted and that she wanted it yesterday. She told him what photographers she wanted, not only for the photo shoot of the gown, but for the wedding ceremony, and the after party, also. She was used to getting her way, and when her lawyers heard the edge on her voice, they knew she meant business. 

They moved into action, like an army; with skill and precision. People, it normally took months to book, were on airplanes heading to Milan, within hours. Iron clad contracts were faxed to attorneys, in local offices, in three languages. Antonia's aunts might not be millionaires because of this one design, but it would be damned close. Clothiers would be clamoring to see other designs, they had made, in the preceding years. Those designs made all of them wealthy beyond their wildest dreams. The little shop on the outskirts of Milan would grow to become a mecca for the Who's Who of the world. The shop bought out the entire street, except one store. 

The owners of the coffee shop, on the corner, had been their friends for generations. Their shop was the beneficiary of the large influx of people needing a respite from the rigors of shopping for dresses. They upgraded the interior of their store, and increased the prices exponentially, as well as their standard of living. They were very excited for their neighbors, and their neighbors were very excited for them, as well.

35. Heaven sent, or Hell-bent on confusion

As the countdown to Thanksgiving continued, both of the Don's continued their angelic behavior. Then, they went over and above board, to the chagrin of their FBI watchers and administrators. On the Monday, prior to Thanksgiving, each family of the 70 person team watching them, received, via Federal Express, over 100 pounds of foodstuffs, including a 20 to 25 pound turkey, with a hand written note, signed by the wives of one of the two Dons. The Don's wives stated that they did not know why the Federal Bureau of Investigation had taken such an interest in their husbands. However, they knew that each family suffered, because their husbands worked so many long, hard hours and their loved ones suffered due to their absence. They hoped that this small gift would in some way repay the families for the loss of their spouse's time at home. They hoped the government would soon find someone that was truly guilty of a crime, to spend the taxpayer's money on watching. Included in the note, was a picture of Rose, Anthony, Donna, Vincent, and Annarosa, on a seasons greeting card, in front of their Brooklyn home.

There was a P.S. also included with the note, which stated, "If the FBI informs you that this is an attempt at bribery, or some other nonsense, please do not return it to us. Donate this gift to any local charitable organization, so it may feed the poor or homeless, during this Holiday Season. 

Warmest regards, Rose Caruso

Many of the agent's spouses looked at these people and the house behind them, in the photo. Many of them lived in houses much nicer than the one depicted in that picture. When their opposite number came home, they asked, "Is this truly a mafia Don? Was that really his home? If so, why was he living in such a shabby place, if he supposedly has all that money? Are his children involved; and many other questions they never had to answer before?"

This was only the tip of the iceberg. The remainder of the iceberg showed up in front of the federal building in Brooklyn, at 3 PM, Tuesday afternoon. While the administrators were trying to figure out what to tell the agents to do with these packages, and trying to make heads or tails of this new situation, and alarm rang throughout the building as three large Federal Express 18 wheelers, pulled up in front of the headquarters building, in Brooklyn, with a police escort. Armed FBI agents flowed out of the building, like ants, to find out what was happening. No one and nothing of that size was allowed to park in that restricted area. 

Moments later, the Assistant Chief of the New York City Police Department greeted the Assistant Director of the FBI and handed him a bill of lading which showed him what was in the truck. The packages were identical to those that were delivered the preceding day to the 70 agents. The trucks had been run through chemical, X, and Gamma-Ray tests. There were no explosive agents onboard. Dogs had checked the trucks for drugs and there was no sign of any. The chief asked the director, "What do you want me to do with your turkeys, and before you say it, 'Don't?'"

The Assistant Director laughed. "I guess a lot of secretaries are going home early today. Can you hustle me up some cabs, because I do not think the ladies are going to want to carry these boxes home, on the subway?"

So, the conga line began. Within 30 minutes, there were hundreds of taxis lined up to take, ride-sharing, secretaries home. The cabbies had orders, from New York's finest, not to charge the secretaries for using the trunks, if they wanted to continue working in the city.

The Assistant Director was not sure how many people worked in the building, during the day shift, but when the last one received her gift, all three trucks were empty, except for one box. When the driver brought it forward and handed it to the agent, who was helping to distribute them, he looked at it, and laughed. He said, "Sir, this one is for you. It has a note from Tony Caruso on top of it."

Dear Mister Cross, I am very pleased that you took the time from your very busy schedule to stand outside and watch each package be handed out to your hard-working personnel. It shows true leadership and caring on your part. As you well know, I will be leaving for my daughter's wedding this Sunday, and I will be returning two weeks hence. At another time and place, I would shake your hand, but that would be unseemly for both of us, at this moment. However, if you would look to your left, I am in the beige Mercury at the corner, waving my arm at you. I admire your tenacity, and one day would like to meet you on even ground. Enjoy your holiday, in the Poconos, with your family. Tony

Ed raised his head and looked to his left. There he was, waving his arm, just like he said he would be doing. This guy had a pair of balls on him, and did not mind displaying them. Then he realized something important. "Tony already knew of the change in scheduling he had arranged. He knew no one was watching him during the daytime. He could move around with impunity, during those hours. How could he possibly have known this quickly? That son of a bitch; if he was not a criminal, I think I could like him. How the hell did he know I was taking my family to the Pocono's, for Christmas?"

The problem with the FBI, during this period of time, was they had their focus on two very important, very powerful Don's. They felt if they kept them in their sites and squeezed them tightly, their businesses would suffer and eventually the influence would wane and their family's fall apart. They were also working on the other four families in the New York area simultaneously. However, at this moment; these two were their prime targets. They felt that Don's DiAngiolla, and Caruso was the most exposed. They were sure within a few years, at least one and possibly both would be in jail for an extremely long time. All they had to do was connect the mounting physical evidence, to them.

However, the FBI was stomping its foot, on the top of the ant pile, while not bothering to look deeper, into the more complicated designs going on under their feet. Transitions had taken place, with which they had no knowledge. Recently completed excavations for new train tunnels had left older train routes abandoned. They were perfect meeting places, smuggling routes for drugs, chop shops, meth labs, and other contraband. 

Former subway employees became salaried employees for the mob. They were highly prized and paid for their expertise. They were also told that one slip of the tongue meant their families would be dying horrible deaths in front of them, and be obliterated from the face of the earth. It was a great way to garner loyalty.

Who was this new power broker in Brooklyn; while Tony Caruso and Alberto DiAngiolla are acting like Angels, and confusing the FBI? (Start reading this series from the beginning; because, if you think I am going to tell you now, you are out of your freaking mind.)

On the morning of November 27, 2008, Thanksgiving Day, Rose began her preparations for a large group of people to attend their afternoon feast. Tony has received a permit to close the street at both ends so that he and his neighbors could have a block party, and co-mingle their guests outside in the cool autumn breezes. Trucks brought in tables, chairs, linens, plastic ware, ice buckets and ice. In the middle of the street, and ice chipper made a mountain of snow, so the children of the neighborhood, and their guests, could come and play in it. Each family chipped in $100 to cover the event. Since no bills were presented, the FBI could not prove Tony had covered any charges over and above what was paid, in cash, to the vendors. 

One agent wanted to know if Tony had paid off God, for the perfect weather.

At 3 o'clock, people started arriving at the party. However, one table at each end of the street was left empty. At 3:45 PM, there was a knock on every FBI listening post, lookout station, and car in the area. Each agent was handed an envelope with Anthony Caruso's name on it. The note inside said, "My wife and I, request the honor of your company at our block party. I have notified the Assistant Director of the Northeast region, Mister Edward Cross, of these invitations, and though I have not heard back from him, I doubt that he would refuse to allow you to have dinner with everyone from this entire community. Your tables are at each end of the block. You will have not have to mingle with anyone, if you so desire. Since there is no other egress, from this street, you will also have me boxed in. Please join us and have a wonderful time. Happy Thanksgiving, Anthony Caruso.

The head of the detail started getting calls from everyone on duty, telling her about the letters. She told them that she had received one also, and that son of a bitch knew where each one of them was. He did not need his guards around him; the people of his community were his pipeline of information. They would have to be invisible to watch him, while he was at home. She called into the office and told them that everyone was going to dinner with Caruso.

The chief of the watch nearly had a stroke when he heard it. "You are going to do what."

"Sir, he sent each one of us a letter asking us to join them at their block party. He sent a letter to Director Cross telling him he was going to do this. He knows where we are, even though we have not seen any of his goons around, for months."

"Since he sent you a personal letter, you might as well go. It will save you the trouble of sending out for hamburgers and Doritos."

"Yes, Sir, a hot turkey dinner does sound more appetizing."

The Special Agent in charge, Susan Appleby called all her people and told them it was dinner time. They all laughed, and left their positions and went to join Anthony Caruso's block party. They arrived in their cars and blocked each end of the street, where the police saw horses were. As they exited their cars, the people of the block stood up and applauded their arrival. Some of the agents blushed, some bowed, while others waved. They were welcomed as conquering heroes. People with homes at each end of the street brought out whole turkeys with the complete fixings. The agents were asked for their preferences of drinks, and the children brought them. Tony did not approach them, but Donna and Vincent brought Annarosa to say hello to them. Several had been at the hospital when the little one had arrived. Agent Appleby took Annarosa into her arms and held her for a while, to the delight of Rose and Tony, who were looking on, from a distance.

At 9 PM, as the parties were starting to break up, and the agents were thanking the people at the tables next to them. Agent Appleby received a handwritten letter from Tony. "My dear Miss Appleby, It was our honor and privilege to have you and your agents join us today. It truly shows we can live in harmony together. Here is my schedule for the rest of this week, including Sunday, when we leave for Milan, and my daughter's wedding. Only one thing will make me deviate from this plan. I would have to break another one of my wife's electronic devices, in the kitchen. You already know what happened to me, when I broke her coffee maker. With that exception, Vincent, Donna, Rose and I will be following this plan. Feel free to help us if you wish, because I hate hanging Christmas lights on the outside of the house. Again, thank you for joining us today. Tony Caruso.

"Why is this guy trying to make our lives so easy? He runs us ragged for years, with his secret meetings and throwaway phones. Now, he is an open book. The same thing is going on with Don Alberto. When it looks like a duck, and it walks like a duck, and quacks like a duck, it is a duck. I do not like ducks. They are up to something; I just do not know what it is."

Philip yelled, "How could you let a 19-year-old brat trick you?"

"It is so easy for her. She is so tiny and looks so helpless, she sneaks up on you, and before you know it, she hits you with a sledgehammer, you never see coming. How do you think she got, Frank to ask her to marry her? You were there; do you remember what he looked like, the morning after the party? You told me there was almost not enough of his ego remaining, to put him back together, after she got through with him."

"Someone has cut that woman down to size."

Celeste laughed, "How much shorter can we make her?"

Philip lay down on the bed next to her and said, "Maybe the CIA can use her to interrogate prisoners. When the terrorists see her, they will laugh. However, before they realize what they have done, they will have given her everything, including their great-grandmothers dress size."

"I have several friends there, Philip. I could ask them to kidnap her and see if they can use her?"

"Celeste, stay out of it. It could be the end of the agency, by the time she gets finished with it."

"I did not think of that, Philip. You are probably right. Do we have time for one more, or should we start getting ready for dinner?"

"Unfortunately, it is 20 minutes before 8 PM. I hate to rush when dealing with a thing of beauty such as you. Let's take a shower and get ready for our guests."

"If 'We' take a shower, our guests will be waiting for a long time. I will take a shower. You can take your shower afterwards."

"I was going to let our guests wait for a while."

She giggled and said, "You should have said that in the beginning."

As the warm water flowed over them, the two lovers kissed each other passionately. Their hands moved with the exotic knowledge of each other's body. Celeste's hand grabbed his erect dick, pumped it, and squeezed it, until he moaned. She slid to her knees and slid it into her mouth. She sucked on the head and licked it around and around with her tongue, until Philip could not stand it any longer and grabbed her head as if he were in pain, and pulled her off him.

Celeste giggled, "I see I have your attention."

"Woman you are going to kill me, before we have children."

Before reinserting it into her mouth, she said, "No, my sweet, I am just priming the pump." Without further warning, she drove Phillips distended prong, deep into her throat, and all he could do was scream in agony.

At that moment, Frank and Antonia were being shown out onto the veranda, and being seated with a bottle of wine. Antonia laughed as she heard Philip's scream. "Frank, you may as well take your shoes off, they are going to be a while. Celeste is giving Philip a heart attack, and he will want to get even with her, after she revives him."

"From now on, when they invite us here, we should show up fashionably late; possibly an hour or more."




Why I Hated The Guy From The FBI Ch. 10



"We could always take a walk in the gardens, Frank."

"How would we get the green out of your white dress?"

"We would not have to worry about that, if I was not wearing it."

"Let us go for a walk, I do not think they will miss us for a while."

Antonia wrote a quick note and left it under her glass for Celeste, and Philip to read and laugh over. Then she jumped onto Frank's back as he walked into the garden of lush greenery.

Celeste had a death grip on Phillip's thighs. She would not let him back away from her, and not allow him to pump into her. This was her show, and he was not allowed to interfere. She drove her face into his stomach, and her mouth onto his dick, as rapidly as she could, bathing it with saliva and using it as a ram to get it into her throat. When it was where she wanted it to be, she would stop and suction it as hard and as long as she could, without drawing a breath. She would then remove it brief quickly and repeat this action over and over again. She had him in her throat and she felt Philip stiffen. She knew he was about to cum. She could let him stay in agony, by staying still, and waiting for his body to bring him over the top and cumming while she had him deep in her throat. Or, she could help him by continuing to pump and have him explode his semen deep into her stomach. She decided to let him suffer, because it would be more fun to see his face, afterwards. She flexed her throat a few times, until finally, Philip screamed he was cumming. He grabbed her head and held her still. She felt every shot go straight down her gullet and into her stomach. As she felt the muscles in his legs start to relax, she started moving her head back and forth and bringing his prick up into her mouth and suctioning every drop of his delicious nectar into her mouth. She kept him from going completely soft, by not allowing his prick to hit the warm air, but keeping it in the hot, humid confines of her mouth. She looked up at him as he recovered and smiled with her eyes.

Philip looked down at her and said, "You are evil. You did that to me on purpose, and you will be repaid 100 fold."

Celeste was still playing with his manhood and bringing it back to life. She grinned up at him and said, "You mean you are going to do something to me, with this?" She was holding on to his newly resurrected cock, while smiling.

He reached for her and pulled her up, so he could kiss her, which he did 100 times or more. He roughly turned her around and placed her hands against the wall, kicked her legs apart, and pulled her ass towards him.

She laughed, "My cavemen his back."

He bit her on her shoulder, and sucked on her neck as he entered her. Celeste moaned in delight as she felt him sink deeply into her pussy. She welcomed him home, as he touched all the places she loved him to touch. Of all the lovers she had had, Philip was the most attentive to her needs. She could make herself cum by touching herself and thinking about sex. She could cum by having sex with an average male partner. Philip did not have to make her cum. Her body was so in tune with his, they came by mutual agreement and enjoyment. Their orgasms enriched and heightened each other's. His body could make her body do things she had never done in her life before, and her body had the same reaction on his. He swore to her that he had never had this much stamina in his entire life. She swore to him that she had never come so much with another man ever in hers. She joked with him, "One day every week, we are going to have to sleep in separate bedrooms, so we can regain our strength for the next week's fun."

Philip replied, "I would rather die first."

"If we do not rest, that is what probably will happen."

Philip kept driving into her, while Celeste helped by moving her hips in time with his thrusts. He reached for the shower head, and moved it directly down onto her head, and let the water cascade over her. As it did so he rubbed her shoulders, her hair and her back in time with their movements. He put some shampoo into her hair, and began to wash it for her. This was the first time he had ever done it, so he did it gently, and allowed the soap to wash over her slowly. He continued massaging her hair and then allowed the water to clean the soap off of it until it was squeaky clean.

Celeste leaned her head against the front of the shower completely relaxed from Phillip's ministrations. In doing so, she managed to dislodge him from his position insider. She moaned.

Philip kissed her neck and said, "It would be only a momentary interruption of her pleasure." What she did not realize was that she did not dislodge him; he had done it by himself. If she could torment him, he could surprise her, also. He grabbed his penis and placed it by the front of her pussy and started to rub it up and down across her clit. For this attention he received a moan from Celeste. He moved it back directly over her smoldering vagina and circled it with the head of his prick and dipped it in an inch or so, and for this attention to Celeste's needs he received an, "Oh yes, right there!" He faked slipping out and moving along the side of her pussy again, and moved back a few inches, and sliding forward again, until his finger found the opening he was looking for. They had never had anal sex before, but with discussions with Antonia and Frank, it was well known that she had had anal intercourse many times before and Philip was going to enjoy her delectable ass now. His fingers strummed her clit, as he feigned searching for her vagina, and her hips tried to help him, but Philip knew exactly where he was going. His dick slid down the channel between her cheeks, steadily. He pulled her to him, and pushed the head of his dick into the tiny star, until the head popped through and stopped. For this attention to Celeste's needs Philip received, "MMMMMM. Now that you are in there, do you know what to do?"

"Celeste, do you know, you could fuck up a free lunch."

"Philip, were you expecting me to be angry with you? I told you my body was yours, to do with as you please. I meant all of it, any part of it you wanted. I love you, Phillip. If you want to fuck me in the ass, fuck me in the ass. If you want to fuck me in the middle of the vineyard, we will do it there. Whatever you want, wherever you want it, I am yours."

"Celeste, you are amazing."

"Should I take another nap, now, or are you going to do something worthy of my staying awake?"

"I doubt that you could take a nap while we are in the shower, especially with my dick in your ass. However, I will try to keep you entertained."

"Please remember our guests are probably downstairs waiting for us."

"Our friends will have to wait a little while longer."

Philip slowly moved his dick completely into her, and then pulled all the way out. He put the head back at the little star and popped it back in, and pulled it out and repeated this procedure many times until he heard a snoring sound. "Very funny, Celeste"

"I am sorry. What did you say Philip. I must have dozed off."

Philip smacked her on her ass cheek and told her to pay attention.

"Pay attention to what Philip? I did not think anything was going on."

"I am going to get you for that remark, Celeste."

"Does that mean something is going to happen soon?"

"Yes dear, very soon."

"In that case, I will try to stay awake for the next 30 seconds."

"You little bitch."

"No, the little bitch is Antonia. I am the big bitch."

Philip shoved his cock all the way into her ass until they were cheek to stomach.

Celeste joked, "Wait one moment, I think I feel something."

"You are as close to being a dead woman as you could possibly be without being cold, Celeste."

"If you wiggle it around for me a little bit, I could be sure."

Philip did not wiggle it; he turned it into a piston stroke, instantly. He finally got the reaction out of her that he wanted. He heard Celeste grunt.

"Did you say something dear?"

"No, I just coughed."

"Would you like to cough, again?"

"If you have any more strength in you, it would be fine."

Philip thought she could drive a sane man crazy, and he was already crazy about her. He put everything he had into stroking her from behind, into fucking her behind.

Finally, they both got what they wanted. He pounded, and they both grunted. Stroke after powerful stroke, the grunting got louder and louder. He pounded Celeste, until her stomach was up against the shower wall, and could not move any further. His hips became like the strokes of a ram. When neither one of them could take it for one second more, they both slipped over the edge and came, joyously and gratefully together.

Philip grabbed Celeste around the waist and slid down to the shower floor with her upon his lap. He kissed her ears, her neck, her throat, her cheeks, and finally when he was able to get to her luscious lips, he said, "Celeste, you are one magnificent woman. The next time we do this, it will be in bed. It takes too much out of my legs to hold you up against the wall."

"Philip, I was the one holding you up. If it was not for me, you would have given up, an hour ago. You would have missed out on all the fun."

"An hour ago, Antonia and Frank must think we have gotten lost."

"No, Philip, I think they are smarter than that. The veranda is right below our bedroom. I believe they may have heard us."

"Oh no, I forgot about that. I am sorry, Celeste. I hope it does not embarrass you."

"Philip, get real. I have had sex with both of them, remember?"

"How could I possibly forget? The stories were quite graphic."

She slapped him and said, "Shut up and get dressed. We have kept them waiting too long."

"Slave driver."

Somewhere in the recesses of the garden, Antonia's white dress was laid out across a garland of wild flowers. High above, Antonia was holding on to a substantial branch of a large tree. Her legs were wrapped around Frank's head, while his mouth was firmly attached to her vagina. He had found her, swinging on that limb, like a little monkey, and decided he needed to put the lower part of her body to better use. Luckily, she did not release her hands when she swung forward. His mouth intercepted the triangle area between her legs, and she screamed, but she did not let go of the branch.

"Frank, I was having fun. I have not done this since I was a little girl."

"I am having fun now."

"You ate me last night, Frank."

"True, but you were not hanging from a tree." He took a nip out of her clit, to shut her up, and continued to work his tongue's magic on her inner core. 

Antonia still moved her hips back and forth towards him, trying to show him that she was still angry with him. 

Frank stuck his thumb up her ass, and used it as a pivoting point, to keep her still.

She yelled, "You are such a bastard, Frank. You have to get your own way."

"Only one of us is going to cum this way, Antonia. Somehow, I do not believe it is going to be me. However, if you want me to stop, right now, I will, and neither of us will be left satisfied."

"Since you are being so selfless, you may continue to lick my pussy."

Frank said, "No." He pulled her legs off his shoulders, and moved back immediately.

Antonia was caught off-guard as her full weight returned to her hands holding on to the tree limb. Her left hand slipped off and her right hand was holding on by a thread. She screamed, "Frank!"

He was already in position to catch her; however he smiled at her as he realized how she looked hanging from the tree by one arm.

"You are not going to be worth the price of your organs, when I get through with you, mister."

"I wish I had my camera. This picture would look perfect next to the picture of you in your gown. It would prove how useful a makeup artist really is."

"Frank, help me or die."

Realizing the mortal danger he was in, Frank did not approach, Antonia from the front. He put his arms around her, and circled around back to lift her to safety. By doing it this way, he avoided being kicked and bitten by the she devil he was soon to marry. He held her tightly to his chest to make sure she would not turn and hit him. He kissed the top of her head and the sides of her face.

"How are you feeling now, babe?"

"Where is your gun, Frank?"

"Somewhere, you cannot get to it. The bullets are not with it, if you were going to try to use it on, anyone."

"One day, when I grow up, they will issue me a license to carry a gun. Then, you will not walk around with a smirk on your face all the time."

He twisted her around so their naked fronts touched each other. He asked her, "Would you like to get laid, or do you want to talk about other people's weapons?"

"Am I on top?"

"No, because I will wind up filthy, with no place to wash off."

"Shit, I get tossed around like a beanbag again."

"I do not know what you are complaining about; you always come like an elephant."

"Yes, I do. However, before that, you rattle me around like a bag of peanuts."

"I will only rattle you until you become pregnant, baby; after that, no more shaking; only baking."

"Asshole."

Frank turned her around, and lowered her slowly, onto his stiff member, and her hand moved it into the correct position. 

Antonia took over from this point, adjusting herself to the penetration, until she felt comfortable with it inside her. She nodded her head to Frank, and the shaking began. His arms and legs were so strong, she held on for dear life. She had given up trying to reach his neck, because he was too tall. Her arms were now wrapped tightly around his chest, with her left wrist locked around one hand. She loved the way he moved inside her. It was the sudden stops, when he reached her depths, which jarred every bone in her body. She wished she had more cushioning in her ass to absorb the blows, but at 103 pounds, she knew that would never happen. She was who she was, bitch and all. 

She felt him expand inside her, as he always did, when he was close to his end, and she yelled at him to wait for her. 

He kept pumping into her as if his life depended on it. When her head, moved closer to his chest, and her arms tightened against his back, he knew it was her time.

She yelled, "Now, Frank, now!"

He was overjoyed to hear those words, because he was at his bursting point. He moved to her depths, and stayed there as he exploded into her with a yell, that could be heard all over the vineyard.

Her screams were subdued compared to his.

As they were calming down, they heard polite applause off to their left side. They looked and found Philip and Celeste watching them. 

Never at a loss for words, Antonia said, had "We had to do something while you two were fucking upstairs."

"Would you like to use our shower to clean up?"

Antonia replied, "Yes, that would be very nice."

"You will do it one at a time. If you use it, as Philip and I did, dinner will not be served until after midnight."

Frank laughed, "So that was what put everything a little bit behind?"

Philip asked, "Frank, how did you know, I got a piece of her tail?"

Celeste yelled, "Philip!"

Antonia replied, "Celeste, it is not the first time you took something up your bum."

"Yes, but he is not supposed to announce it."

"Well, I guess you going to have to cut him off for a week or two."

Celeste replied, "Why should I suffer, because he is a jerk?"

"Frank could always stand in for him."

"I told you, Antonia, I promised Philip, I would not do it with anyone else, because we are going to get... Oh fuck, you did it to me again, you bitch."

Antonia just laughed with glee.

Frank just reached for his pants, took out his wallet and handed Antonia five $20 bills.

"Where would you like me to put these" she asked, standing there naked.

"I would tell you, but you would hit me."

She hit him, anyhow.

Philip asked, "Celeste is it only Antonia, that can do that to you, or can anyone get information out of view that easily."

"Before I met that half pint, no one could get information out of me. Now that little bitch seems to have the key to my mind. I should kill her, because she does that to me every time she wants to know something."

Frank just looked at his future wife, and asked, "Ask her what size Phillips dick is?"

"I cannot come out and ask her something that way. I will get that information for you, but it has to come out during a normal conversation. I will have it before the end of dinner tonight."

Celeste looked at Antonia with fire in her eyes. "Do you want to bet Antonia?"

"How about $100?"

"How about $1000?

"No, $100 is my limit."

"You have yourself a bet."

"I also get the pinch your tits."

"Only if you can reach them, shorty."

"I will stand on a chair, if I have to, Celeste."

"You little bitch, I hate you."

"Cunt!"

"Whore!"

"Troglodyte!"

"Munchkin!"

"Frank, kill her."

Both men just stood there and laughed at the two women, because they knew the loved each other so much.

Philip stood between them and said, "Antonia, to the showers, before you to come to blows."

"The only blows we will come to Philip is if we blow each other, and because of you, we cannot do that anymore. Bastard!"

"It happens in the best families, Antonia."

"The family that 'lays' together, stays together."

"I have never heard that one before, midget."

Philip never knew what hit him.

Philip looked up from the floor, to see Celeste and Frank laughing at him. Antonia was no place in sight.

Philip asked, "What happened to me."

Celeste said, "Philip, I believe it was a right cross to your jaw. Then, you hit the ground, with a thud. You have been unconscious for just under a minute. Antonia won by a knockout. Just so you remember this for the future, only I can refer to her height. Anyone else is in mortal danger."

"How did she get up this high?"

"Isn't it amazing what a woman can do, when she is absolutely pissed off, Philip?"

Frank looked down at his friend and said, "Not even I am allowed to say anything about her height. I did it once, and I looked like you look now."

Philip replied, "I believe I have learned that lesson the hard way. Where is the champion now?"

"When you did not get up, she went to take a shower."

"Will someone help me up; I do not believe I can do it myself."

As they sat down to dinner, Philip sat as far away from Antonia as he could possibly get. Even though he apologized for his remark, Antonia still looked at him as if she could kill.

Celeste asked for information regarding what was going on with Antonia's father, and Frank read her in to the entire episode. After hearing it, she immediately said, "It is too simplistic. With only two options, someone could see through it and catch on to the second option, before it could take effect. There had to be more options thrown into the mix to totally confuse the people who would be watching. She would have her people work up another plan immediately, so Frank could take a look at it within the week."

Frank had learned never to argue with Celeste. Once her mind was made up. It was useless to argue with her.

After that, conversation flowed freely. Antonia was playing with her asparagus and told Celeste, that this one looked like it was about the length of Philip's dick. 

Celeste was insulted and yelled, "It is not; Philip's dick is 8 inches long."

Antonia said, "Pay me."

Celeste started banging her head against the table. She could not believe that she had done it again.

Philip was holding his sides, because he was laughing so hard. Frank was patting Antonia on her back congratulating her.

Philip pulled Celeste onto his lap and tried to console her. It was fruitless.

She looked at Antonia, with venom in her eyes and asked, "Do you want to pinch my tits, while I am sitting, or do you want me to stand?"




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"Stand up, please. I want to prove to you that I can reach them."

Celeste stood up.

Antonia looked at her and said, "Well, drop your top. I want a pinch your tits, not your clothes."

Celeste glared at her, but she removed her top, and exposed her breasts.

Antonia moved her hands to Celeste's breast and fondled them, for a moment, before moving her fingers to her tits, and pinching them lovingly. Then she kissed them both and moved back. She said to her, "I wish I could do more, but you promised him, that they were his alone. I will not allow you to break your promise, because 'PHILIP IS MARRYING YOU IN JULY!'"

She shouted the last part loud enough that Phillip's entire household staff heard her. 

They came running outside, to find out if it were true.

Philip was livid. However, he would not lie to his staff. He said, "Yes, it is true. Celeste and I are getting married in July. However, I may get married, while I am in jail, for murder. I am going to kill that little bitch for revealing it tonight. I was going to announce it, after her wedding, to the entire family. However, there will be no wedding. She will be dead, before this night is through"

The staff laughed at him, because they knew he could never do such a thing.

Antonia smiled at Philip, "Now, we are even."

Philip looked at her, "I believe Celeste's favorite saying about you is, 'I hate you Antonia, I really do.' Now I know why."

36. The Devil is in the Details

James Hearst arrived in front of the Federal Building, in Brooklyn, just as one of the US attorneys that settled the Charles Gomes case was arriving at work. They shook hands, and the US attorney asked him why he was here. Jim said, "Nothing really earth shattering today, Steve. I just want you to give me a check for $30 million and then I will leave."

"What did we do this time Jim? I know you do not joke around with that amount of money."

"Charlie Gomes was swimming in the Pacific, and happened to see a drug smuggling submarine snorkeling north towards along the coast. He called in the Coast Guard. The Coast Guard called in the Air Force from Vandenberg, while Charlie and his girlfriend followed it, in their boat. He kept giving the Coast Guard updates on its position. When the Coast Guard and the Calvary arrived on station, they told Charlie to go home to be debriefed, and shot the bad guys out of the water. They captured the submarine and a little bit more than $200 million worth of cocaine. Charlie and Ann are entitled to a finders' fee. I think you are getting off cheap at $30 million, since you also got the sub. However, Charlie and Ann are really nice people and they told me not to argue over the amount. If you argue with me over the $30 million, we will go to federal court and hassle over the price."

"This time Jim, I will not argue with you. Let us go upstairs to accounting and I will have them draw you up a check, as soon as I talk to the San Francisco office."

"No problem at all, Steve. Have you guys learned how to make decent coffee, yet?"

"Yes, we have given up on buying from the government. We buy our own, and bring it in."

"Great! I also need to see these nine men, if they are in the office today."

"I will see what I can do for you, Jim."

45 minutes later, James Hearst was in a conference room, with Charlie's nine friends. He said to them, "I cannot tell you what this is about today. I need you and your families to be in my office Saturday morning at 11 o'clock. This means you, your wives and children, your parents and your wife's parents. I know this sounds all hush-hush to you now, but this is the way Charlie wants it, and I know you all trust Charlie. If you need to take a day off from work, trust me, it will be worth your while. Do not miss this meeting, do not let any of your family miss this meeting. If your dads have a golf date and tell you they does not want to miss it, break his leg, because he has to be there; it is that important. Each of you are to bring with you, your last five years of taxes, your IRA portfolio, investment portfolio, your mortgage information and anything else, referring to investment properties. Each family will be giving me a check for $100, and my firm will become your lawyers of record. We will never be able to divulge what we see on that day for the rest of our lives. It will turn out to be a long day. Your children will be taken to the Central Park zoo, depending on the weather, or some other entertainment venue. They will be guarded as if they were my own. Gentleman, I will see you on Saturday morning. The dress code is casual, but make sure the children are warm.

Saturday morning, nearly 60 people showed up at James Hearst's office. The first order of business was to get the children out of the way, because they did not have to hear about their parent's financial situation. This taken care of, the parents and the parents of the parents were led into the large conference room. They were offered anything they wanted to drink, from milk too hard liquor. All this was completed before James Hearst entered the room, and sat down.

The lights were dimmed, and Charlie and Ann appeared on the large LED screen. 

"Good morning, everyone, how is cold, New York this morning?"

"Fuck you, Charlie. You already have a tan and you are rubbing it in before you even get a chance to tell us what this is all about."

"It is nice to see you to Hank. Watch your mouth, because I can see your mother and father sitting beside you." There was a murmur of laughter running through the room.

Hanks mother said, "Charlie, what can you expect from someone who did not finish the fourth grade. I had to pay each of his teachers to pass him all the way through college."

"In that case, Mrs. Simmons, after today, he may be able to pay you back."

"Not unless he becomes a millionaire, Charlie!"

"You nailed it right on the head, Mrs. Simmons; that is exactly what he is going to be."

Hank said, "Charlie, do not yank my chain."

"Listen, everyone, I am not going to waste your time, because Mister Hearst will explain everything better than I can. I did something this past week that we as a team tried to do for years. Ann accidentally spotted a snorkeling drug smuggling submarine off the coast of California. We got into her boat and followed it north. We called in the Coast Guard, they did their thing, and we got a little finders' fee."

"How little Charlie?"

"We received $30 million, and because I am no longer a federal employee, Ann and I got to keep."

"You are out of the Bureau for one week, you spot a submarine, and you get $30 million. Charlie, I am going to kill you, personally."

"No, you are not, because that is why you are in that room. Jim, I have talked long enough. Would you explain to my pea brain friend, and the intelligent ones, what is going on, while Ann and I listen in?"

"Ladies, gentlemen, my name is James Hearst. You are here today because several important things are about to happen, in very short order. All of them are going to impact your lives greatly. First, I need each of you to sign the forms that are in front of you, and give my staffer a check in the amount of $100, before I proceed.

This process took less than two minutes to complete and Jim continued.

Now, you all are covered by a confidentiality agreement with my firm. Initially, Charlie wanted me to split $1 million between nine of his best friends, who are gathered here today. As you all know, nine does not go into $1 million evenly. Charlie said he already knew which one of you would get the additional penny. Now, would the man who gets the additional penny, please stand up.

Hank immediately stood up.

Jim looked at the screen and said, "Were you write Charlie?"

"Do not ask me, Jim. Ask the other eight guys."

Jim turned around and looked at the other eight men who were ready laughing. He said to them, I guess you know him too well. One of them said, "If Hank can get anything for free, he will take it."

James continued, "Ann did not think that Charlie's $1 million was enough of a reward after hearing what happened to you nine people at work, because of your supervisor. She asked me to add $1 million more dollars to the amount, so again there is an extra penny to be had."

Hank stood up immediately. 

This time his wife hit him on his head, and asked him if he had ever heard about the word sharing?

He replied, "No."

His mother smacked him in the back of the head, also.

"Nature has a way of getting even with people like Hank, who do not believe in sharing. I have only one true client. I look after Charlie and Ann because they are truly fine people, and friends of my client. My client's name is Celeste Mesner. Some of you may have heard of her, however, for those of you who have not, she is the 16th wealthiest person on this planet. When Ann told her about the adventure with the submarine and what she and Charlie were doing. She added another $7 million to the pot bringing the total to $9 million. Hank there is no longer an extra penny."

Hank was speechless, and his friends were laughing at him heartily. He always had something to say about someone, but this time he came up short.

Charlie shouted from the screen, "Breathe Hank! Someone hit him. He is turning blue."

There was no shortage of people hitting Hank.

Finally Hank raised his hands and said, "Enough, enough, enough, I am okay."

Charlie laughed at him and said, "I thought we lost you Hank."

"I am a millionaire, Charlie. If I had died, it would be your fault."

"Elaine would have been a very merry widow."

Hank turned to his wife, and saw a smile on her face. She looked like the cat that had just eaten the canary. He said to her, "You would not dare marry anyone else."

She said to him, "Let me see, before you there was: Jerry, and Steve, and Phil, and Andy, and..."

"Alright, I get the message."

"So now we have nine new millionaires in this room, before the government takes out their percentage, and that is why we asked you to bring in five years of your income tax returns. We will be doing some work on those, with the accountants that are in other rooms in this office waiting for you. Their fees for this year's services are already covered. The information I am about to give you must not leave this room. If it does it will be a breach of contract, and this office will sever all ties with you. Whoever you give this information to will be sued if they use it. Does everyone understand?

Everyone in the room answered in the affirmative.

"As I have informed you Ms. Mesner is extremely wealthy, and you do not get that wealthy by being wrong very often. Sometime within the next six months, the United States economy will enter a recessionary spiral that will last between three and six years. The first thing that will happen is the real estate bubble will collapse. Home prices will drop by half or more. That will cause many banks to fail. Those failures will cause many of the large Wall Street banks and firms to fail. This will be the largest collapse since the Great Depression. The United States government is already preparing for this to happen, and it cannot stop it. There is not enough money in the world to stop it. Banks are overleveraged, mortgage houses are overleveraged, and people are overleveraged. I am going to say something now that goes against everything you have ever believed in your entire lives. If you own a home, sell it now. Rent something of equal size at a modest price or rent something smaller for a few years. In three or four years you will be able to buy a house three times larger than the one you have now for the same price that you have paid for the one you live in.

The stock market is going to plummet between 1000 to 2500 points. Many people's IRAs are going to become worthless. Gold, platinum, and silver prices will skyrocket, along with other precious metals. Diamonds and other jewels will remain at base prices. I am not trying to scare you. I am telling you the facts of life. Ms. Mesner has already taken defensive positions with all of her fortune. I have done the same for Charlie and Ann and a few other friends of Celeste's. I am offering you that same service, because Charlie loves you nine guys. I could not ask the nine of you not to tell your parents or your wife's parents, what I have told you, because that would have been too terrible a secret to bear. 

However, now you have a choice to make. You may not find it an easy choice, especially your parents who have lived through part of the depression and believe that the US economy is unbreakable. I am telling you, it is, and it will be in deep trouble before this summer begins. There are 18 certified public accountants in my office waiting to serve you. Think about it, and when you are ready. Let me know and I will have one of my staff bring you to them."

"Charlie, do you have anything else for them?"

"You guys remember Frank Gennaro? He came into a great deal of money, recently, and he put his faith in Celeste Mesner. His parents sold their house in Brooklyn and made a very hefty profit, and they put their money with Celeste also. Believe me, my friends, this is going to happen and it is going to happen very soon. Even if you do not decide to use Mister Hearst's firm or accountants and you keep your houses, put the other money that you have in positions where you can get it out quickly, before you lose it. Bye-bye for now, it is time for me to take Ann back to bed, for a protein treatment."

Ann said, "Charlie you are gross."

"You only say that Ann, while the lights are on."

Charlie's friends erupted in laughter and yelled, "It is about time. Charlie, we thought you were gay."

Ann looked at the camera and said, "I can tell that you guys never showered together; you would have penis envy."

The wives of the nine FBI agents laughed hysterically. The nine FBI agents did not.

If it was his intent to drive the FBI crazy, Anthony Caruso was doing an excellent job. He called Susan Appleby on her personal cell phone while she was on duty, and nearly knocked her out of her shoes.

He said, "Good afternoon, Ms. Appleby, this is Anthony Caruso. I hope you are having a fine time in that fourth floor apartment overlooking the playground."

"Mister Caruso, how did you get my private number?"

"If you tell me all your secrets, I will tell you all of mine."

"Okay, you start."

"That is not the way it works, Ms. Appleby, and you know it."

"What can I do for you today, Mister Caruso?"

"American Airlines just called me, and advised me that my flight for Sunday has changed. Instead of an 8 o'clock in the morning departure, we are leaving the previous evening at 5:55 PM. The agent's name was Melissa Snyder. Her phone number is 1-899-555-5555, extension 40104. Her agent ID number is 333311. You can call her and verify this change. As far as I know my return flight remains the same."

"Why are you being so cooperative, Mister Caruso?"

"I feel it is my duty as a good citizen, who the government believes has done something wrong, to prove to them that I have indeed not done anything illegal. It will keep my conscience clear. I have done nothing wrong, and I will do nothing wrong for the remainder of my life. I love my wife and my children, and now I have my first grandbaby. I will do nothing to harm any of them. I will do nothing to keep me from being with them. I have never even gotten a speeding ticket, although I should have gotten one, the day I broke my wife's coffee maker."

"Although you and I both know you are lying, Mister Caruso, I will check on your reservation status and see you off to Italy Saturday evening."

"Now I know you are lying. Ms. Appleby. You are not working Saturday evening, so I will not be seeing your beautiful face at the airport."

"You even know my work schedule, Mister Caruso?"

"It is posted on the bulletin board at your place of employment, for anyone to see Ms. Appleby."

"I take it you, personally, walked in to the Federal Building and looked at my schedule?"

"I did not do that personally, Ms. Appleby, because I believe in conserving gasoline. However, there are many people that pass the building, or work in the building, for the government full-time or as contractors, that could see who was working and at what time. This person might speak to some person that I might know and accidentally mention it to me, in passing."

"Now, who is lying to whom, Mister Caruso?"

"It was only a hypothetical situation, Ms. Appleby."

"I hope your daughter has a wonderful wedding, Mister Caruso and I will see you back in two weeks."

"Miss Appleby, would you keep an eye on my house for me, so I do not get robbed, in my absence?"

"Give me a break, Mister Caruso. The likelihood of your house being robbed is as great as someone breaking in to the White House and stealing the Great Seal of the Presidency."

"In that case, Ms. Appleby, I shall feel very comfortable, while I am away."

Tony, Susan Appleby, and the entire FBI had no way to know, that the title to Tony's house was being transferred to the not yet married, Antonia and Frank Gennaro, for the tidy sum of $1000, on the day Tony was due back, from Milan. Neither did Tony's associates, lawyers, accountants, or friends. It would be done via computer, instantaneously, and recorded, according to law, before anybody knew what happened. Celeste's people worked in mysterious ways, and her plan was already being put in action. James Hearst would earn his paycheck this month.

Rose was packing for the trip when Tony arrived home. She had a worried look on her face, and he was not happy about it. He took her into his arms and asked her, "What is wrong, Rose? We leave tomorrow for our daughter's wedding. You should be floating on air."

"Tony, I know you love me, but do you trust me enough not to ask me any questions, if I ask you to do something? Think about this before you answer, because the question I am going to ask you is going to be very, very difficult for you to understand and comply with."

Without hesitation, Tony replied, "Rose do you remember the little gift that you had on the kitchen floor for me several weeks ago, when you had the house cleaned; I do? Anyone who would do that for me without asking any questions deserves the same from me. My life is your life. Ask me what you will, and if it is within my power. I will get it done."

"Tony, can you get me $20 million, before 10 o'clock tomorrow morning?"

It was almost a natural reaction to ask 'why,' but he did not. Tony simply kissed Rose and asked, "Do you want more and do you want it sooner?"

"More would be nice, and sooner would be better, Anthony."

He said, "Come with me to the basement, and bring some big plastic bags."

"The money is in the house?"

"No, Rose, it is not in the house."

Once in the basement Tony walked over to the boiler and removed the back panel. In it was a keypad and he punched in a series of seven numbers. Rose, the combination is; our house number, followed by our street number. Rose heard a series of clicks and the boiler started to rise. The vent pipes started to collapse inside one another, and the copper water pipes seemed to disappear inside the boiler. At a height of 2 feet above the floor, everything stopped. 

Tony said to Rose, "Now comes the hard part." He got down on his knees and started to scoot down backwards into the hole that was made and disappeared through it.

"Come on down Rose."

She repeated what Tony did and found herself in a small room 6' x 6' x 7' high. She said, "Anthony, how and when did you build this?"

"How, with quite a few friends, and when over a period of several years. I did not want anyone to know what I was doing down here, while everyone thought we were playing cards or darts, a few of us were excavating the dirt beneath the house and getting rid of it as we left. Your garden out back was the beneficiary of much of the good earth that was beneath our humble home. I brought in the two vaults, when I had the basement resurfaced and the new boiler put in. I think it worked out very well."




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"Is that why our backyard is higher than everyone else's?"

"The dirt had to go somewhere."

Anthony walked over to two tall Bank Vaults, with electronic locks. He pushed in another set of codes and opened one of them. It was full of $100 bills wrapped in $5000 units.

He said, "Rose, do you remember the day, month and year we met?"

She smiled at him and said, "As if it was yesterday, Anthony."

He pointed at the chest he had just opened and said, "So do I Rose."

She smiled at him and said, "What about the other one?"

"That one was harder because everyone expects you to put your anniversary, the wedding date your birthday, or something else that is easy to remember. That is why people are so easy to rob. I had to find something, only I would remember and now you will remember, also. The code for this one is the year, month and day, I took your flower."

Rose blushed and hit him on his arm as she buried her face in his chest. "Anthony, I love you. You are a hopeless romantic, and you hide it so well."

"Rose, I hid it from the one person, I should not have. For the rest of my life, I will make it up to you."

"You have started to do that my love."

"Rose should we count the money; or should we just pack it?"

"How much is in here," she asked?"

He said, "Between $35 and $40 million."

"Is there a way to get it all out of the country, without being caught?"

He smiled to his wife and said, "Rose, there are ways, and then, there are ways."

Rose smiled at him and said, "Anthony, I want both of us to be at our daughter's wedding."

He replied, "Rose, all three of us will be at Antonia's wedding."

"What will happen when we get to Italy? Will they stop us when we try to enter the country, with all this money?"

"Rose that is my department. Let me handle it."

"What about the other vault?"

"Rose, we are the only ones that know the codes to get down here, and the codes to open the vault. Anyone else would have to use dynamite to get through the concrete and steel that protects the entrance way, and I do not know what they would use to open the vault itself."

Two hours later, a small moving van moved into position in front of Tony's house. Each FBI post called this in, because it was out of the ordinary, and not on Tony's list of something that was to be done.

The driver and the helper took out a large rectangular box; 10 inches deep, 6 feet wide and 8 feet high. They opened it into two parts, and left it outside. They took a large coil of plastic wrap and a large coil of tissue paper and left them by the boxes. They walked inside, and started speaking to Rose, in the kitchen.

Two FBI agents were on the sidewalk outside Tony's house, listening to the conversation. Rose was explaining to the two men, exactly what she would do to them, if anything happened to her gown on its way to Milan. From the sound of her threats, the agents did not believe Rose would need Tony to help her for her to castrate them, and then to really start to hurt them. The gown was hanging from the kitchen fan, and both agents saw, that it was both beautiful, and expensive.

One of the movers came outside; looking frightened, and took the bottom half of the box inside the house. 

He came outside again, to get the two rolls of material, and said, "That woman is insane!"

On his third trip, the man brought in the bottom half on the box, and Rose started screaming at him, because it was not a new box. Tony had to come to the man's rescue. 

The mover explained to her that at no time would the dress touch any portion of the inside of the box. There was to be plastic on top of plastic, and then bunches of tissue paper before they would lay the dress in the box. They would then repeat the process on top of the dress, before the top piece of the box would be put on.

The agents heard Tony say, "Rose, please take a bottle or two of wine upstairs to the bedroom. I will let you know when the dress has left the house."

"You tell your cousin, if they damage my dress, I am going to feed his balls to him, one at a time and then his prick, piece by piece."

"Rose, would you like me to take you to confession, before we leave for the airport tomorrow?"

"Will you come with me, and stay for mass?"

"Yes dear, I will come to confession with you, and stay for mass."

"I will still cut your cousin's balls off."

"Yes dear, I will tell him."

One agent said to the other, "Do you think she means it?"

"I would not want to be William Caruso, damage her dress, and see if she means it." 

"Neither would I. I have never seen her lose her temper like that. Listen, it's nearly dinnertime. Why don't you check in and see what everyone wants, before we head back to our position."

Tony watched the agents leave. He turned, kissed Rose and said, "You deserve an Academy Award my dear. Your acting was flawless."

Rose curtsied to her husband, and the two men who were applauding her performance. She thanked the Academy for their appreciation of her acting talents. 

Now the real work began. The plastic wrap that the agents had seen the men bring into the house was actually Mylar window film that contained metal particles that blocked x-ray machines from seeing what was inside boxes clearly. With enough layers of this material, it completely blocks the view of what was inside. The only thing it could not do was conceal the weight of what was inside the box, and money weighs a lot. $1 million in $100 bills weighs 220 pounds. $40 million weighs 8800 pounds, which is slightly more than a ball gown. Tony called his cousin and told him to bring six more boxes, plastic film tissue paper and tape. He also told him to do it quickly and to come in the back way, and to make sure the feds did not see his men.

Tony's neighbors never asked questions, when there was a delivery, for him. If the men said they needed to take it through their house and out the back door that is exactly what they let happen. After the boxes were packed and sealed, everything worked in reverse. The neighbors just watched it happened, without the word. Of course it helped when Tony stopped by and gave the neighbors a few thousand dollars in cash for their trouble and said to them if they ever needed anything, just knock on his door and he would do anything he could for them. He had always proved to be as good as his word.

The last box to leave the house was out the front door. It was also the loudest box that left the house. Rose put on another performance worthy of an award. If the feds were still watching her. They got an eye full of Rose Caruso, threatening these two men to within an inch of their lives. Shortly afterwards they watched Tony, get into his car and drive Rose to church. They went to confession, and stayed for mass, just as he had promised.

When they got home from church, Rose gave Tony an award, only this time she was the trophy. She took him by the hand and led him upstairs to their bedroom, with a smile that nearly melted his heart. She did not let him do anything. She undressed him from neck to foot, and lay him down, onto their bed. After she undressed, she crawled between his legs and took his penis into her mouth and made love to it.

Tony was used to the fact that his wife could easily put his penis deep into her throat. He could not believe that she could keep it there for what seemed like hours, without breathing. She bathed it with her tongue and suctioned it with her mouth, until all he could do was groan in delight. He never hurried her. He always let her set her own pace, even though she drove him wild. He was the one that caused this wild woman, his wife, to be caged up for all the years of their marriage. Now that she was free, he was not going to order her to do anything she did not want to do or tell her how to do it. She was in charge, and he was in love with her, still.

Rose was not an idle participant in this lovemaking. She was giving her husband pleasure, but she was receiving pleasure also. The freedom that he allowed her raised her libido to the highest level she had ever attained. The more she titillated Anthony, the more she stimulated herself. While he was moaning, her pussy was dripping. She removed her right hand from around his cock and placed it between the folds of her pussy, and played with that nodule of nerves, which sent all women wild. The more she played with herself, the faster her head moved up and down, on her husband's prick. It became a race; who would reach their pinnacle first? Would it be Tony, by Rose's mouth; or would it be Rose, by her own hand? There would be no cheating in this race, and neither one cared who would win. 

Rose's head and hand moved like lightning over their targets. Tony arched his hips up, while Rose clenched her pussy tightly, over her fingers.

Finally, Tony yelled, "I am cumming." He shot his entire load down Rose's throat, as her face was touching his belly.

She remained still, because, nearly at the same moment, she sprayed her juices all over her hand, her thighs, and their bed."

"Rose you are amazing. You are like the genie that Aladdin let out of the bottle. I love you so. Come here so I can kiss you."

"It might be better if you rolled over to the other side of the bed first, Anthony. This side just took a bath."

"Come up here right now Rose, before I go down there, and get you."

Rose climbed up to her husband's chest and remarked, "Anthony, are you losing weight?"

"It is very nice of you to notice my dear. I am trying to lose some weight and get rid of the spare tire that I have been carrying around for too many years. If my wife can look like she did on the day we got married, I should be able to look like the man she married."

"Are you doing this for me?"

"I am doing this for us. I looked at pictures of us, from many years ago, and I liked what I saw better, than the man I see in the mirror now. I have lost 15 pounds. When I lose another 25 pounds, I will be at the weight I was when we got married."

"Anthony, you are not a boy anymore. You are a man. Men have more muscle than boys do. You do not have to weigh what you did when we first met. You will look anorexic, at that weight, and I do not want you to be that thin. You will stop this nonsense right now, or you will never get laid again."

"Baby, I was doing it for us. I thought it would be wonderful for us to look like we did at the beginning. We would have a fresh, new start in life. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"

"Anthony, believe me when I tell you that many things are going to happen, that you are going to love, when we are at your daughter's wedding; and while we are on vacation. However I am going to weigh you every morning. If I find that you lose any more weight, your sex life will suffer greatly. Mine will also, and I will miss it, but you will not lose any more weight. Do you understand me, my husband?"

"You do not fight fair Rose. However, you have made your point very clear. I will break the bathroom scale tomorrow morning, before you get up."

Rose smiled at him, knowing that he was joking with her. She took his prick in her hand and wiggled it. She said to it, "Goodbye old friend, it has been very nice knowing you."

"Rose, we still have tonight. I have not broken any rules yet. Can I still get laid now?"

"Anthony, this discussion has just caused me to get the most terrible headache. I think I will have a glass of wine and go to sleep on the dry side of the bed."

"Rose, you are getting more like your daughter every day."

"Thank you Anthony, she has been an inspiration to me, and I am sure, when I tell her how tonight's bargaining went, she will applaud my efforts, and laugh at her father."

"Does Frank have any idea what he is getting into?"

"Unfortunately, he does, and he has learned how to adapt to her. I do not understand how anyone can adapt to our daughter's moods, but he has done so successfully. He must be quite the young man."

"He must be Superman!"

"From what Antonia has told me, in one particular area he certainly is."

"She is 5 foot nothing, where does she put it?"

"I do not know, Anthony, but when she came out of their bedroom, after they made love, you could not get the smile off her face for over an hour."

"I see she is like her mother, also. She is not quiet during lovemaking."

"Yes Anthony, she is a screamer. She is also a director. If she wants something, somewhere, she tells Frank where she wants it, in no uncertain terms."

"Your week in Milan was quite educational."

"You have no idea how educational it was Anthony."

"Rose, I will make dinner, if we can make love?"

"You stay out of my kitchen!"

"Alright let me change that statement. Rose, I will eat dinner, if we can make love?"

"I am not going to weigh you. However, I do not want you to lose any more weight. Promise me you won't."

"I promise I will not diet any longer, my love. I will eat sensibly, and I will eat whatever you put in front of me. Is that okay?"

"I will let you know after I see how you perform in bed."

His performance, for the rest of the evening, was magnificent, and Rose rewarded him with a Veal Cutlet Parmesan dinner, that was fit for a king. To impress upon her that he was not dieting, he licked his plate clean. Then he lifted her nightgown and licked her center, until his face was wet enough that all he needed was a towel to clean the sauce from around his mouth. 

Rose looked up from her position seated on the floor and said to him, "You waited until I was 42 years old to do that to me? In all the years of our marriage, I have never cum that hard. I do not know if I should thank you for doing that to me; or kill you for making me wait this long."

"Let me just say; Antonia has rubbed off on me a little, also. Now we had better get some sleep, because we leave for the airport at 2 o'clock."

37. Circumstances and Pomp

Vincent was holding Annarosa when hiss, Marco and Angelina Mancuso, walked into the living room of his home. Donna was very happy to see her parents, but this would be the first time she would be separated from her baby. She was already having anxiety attacks, because of it. Her mother tried to console her, and explained that she had taken care of not only her, but her brother and two sisters also. Donna cried on her mother's shoulder, because this had never happened to her before. She had never traveled outside of the United States, before her wedding, and wanted to see Italy again. However, she wanted to take Annarosa with her. 

The pediatricians forbid her to take Annarosa, on a trip in an aircraft, because of the amount of germs she would be exposed to and the possibility of an ear infection, caused by the pressures inside the aircraft.

Vincent handed the baby to her grandfather, who was all smiles, and Annarosa return them, while blowing bubbles. She was a very contented baby. Vincent said to his father, "If you spent half the day sucking on breasts, like Donna's, you would be all smiles also." 

At 12 o'clock, it was time for the grandparents to leave, with their granddaughter. Donna was crying and crushed. Her mother stayed with her, until Annarosa was safely strapped in to the back of their car. Vincent took over, and stood between Donna and the car, so her parents could drive away safely.

Two houses down, Tony and Rose stood on their porch watching everything that was going on. After the Mancuso's departed, Tony shouted out, "Would you to like to come over for some lunch?"

Donna immediately said "No," but Vincent was already pulling her towards his parent's house. 

"Vincent I look like a mess let me go home, please."

"If I let you go home, you are going to cry and you will look like a mess on the airplane. My father and mother will make you feel happy, and you will find the trip more pleasant."

Rose took Donna into her arms and cuddled her like a child. She understood her anxiety at leaving her firstborn behind. Rose asked her if she trusted her mother.

Donna replied, "I trust her, with all my heart."

"If you trust her that much, why are you crying?"

"I miss my baby, already."

"Was Annarosa crying when she left you?"

"No, she seemed very happy to be with my parents."

"Why do you think she was happy to go with her grandparents?"

"She knows them, and she knows they love her."

"You love your parents, and they are happy to be with Annarosa. Annarosa loves your parents, and she was happy to be with them. You are happy, that they are both happy to be together; and you are going back to Italy, which you said you were happy to be doing. So, I must be missing something; why are you crying?"

Donna looked at her mother through new eyes. "Mom, I am not sure why I am crying. You put everything in such a wonderful order; I can see I am overreacting to leaving Annarosa with my parents. I will miss Annarosa, however, now I can have a good time while we are on vacation."

"You are welcome dear. Why don't we get something to eat before we leave? I hate airport food. The food on the airplane is better, and that is not saying much."

Rose had ordered food in, because she did not want to have to clean up the kitchen, before she left for the airport. However, she did enjoy tying up the plastic bag, and handing it to Tony and telling him to put it in the garbage can, as Vincent and Donna looked on.

Tony looked at her as if she had slapped him in the face. However, when she looked at him, with those eyes, that could cut him into tiny pieces, he said those two words again. "Yes dear."

Rose smiled inwardly and thought, "My acting skills are getting better and better."

Vincent was going to say something to his father, but realized quickly that he liked living too much. He stood kissed his mother, and took Donna home, to get ready to leave for the airport.

When Tony walked back into the house he found Rose wandering around the house, looking at each room, as if she was memorizing it. He did not understand it, but he did not bother her, while she was in her reverie. He noticed that all the suitcases were new, and he brought them down from the bedroom, without asking any questions. However, he could not understand why three suitcases were marked for him, and she had six marked for her? 

Tony thought, "What could a woman possibly need, on a two-week vacation that required six large suitcases? It looks like she is preparing to go on a safari, for six months." 

He had no idea, how close to the truth his thinking actually was.

At exactly 2 PM, a stretch Humvee limousine that could blot out the sun, parked in front of the Caruso household. The chauffeur went to Tony's house, while the aide went to Vincent's. 

Vincent and Donna had a total of five suitcases, ready to go, by their front door. The aide moved them to the car, and stored them in the luggage area.

When Tony opened the door to his home, and showed the chauffeur nine suitcases, the man looked at him and said, "Sir, these will have to go inside the limousine."

Tony said, "His wife had surprised him, with all the suitcases. Store them where you have to, just get us to the airport on time."

At 2:20 PM all four of them were in the car on their way to Kennedy airport. 

A contingent of FBI agents watched them leave, and started to pack up their toys to go back to the Federal Building for temporary reassignment, until Tony came back. 

Two chase cars followed the limousine to the airport to be sure it did not make any unscheduled stops, or not go there at all.

A third group of agents were at the airport, waiting at the American Airlines International Terminal, for their arrival. It was not that they did not trust Anthony Caruso, and his recent angelic behavior; they did not trust Anthony Caruso, at all.

There were no wrong turns, no unscheduled stops, or anything else out of the ordinary. The limousine went directly to the American Airlines Terminal to disgorge its passengers and their luggage. As soon as certain Sky Caps saw the limousine pull-up, they moved into action quickly. They brought their wagons with them and began to unload the baggage quickly and followed the Caruso's inside to the first class check-in line, which was not busy, as usual. One window was closed, until the woman saw who was waiting online. Miraculously, the window opened immediately and she called the next person in line. 




Why I Hated The Guy From The FBI Ch. 11



Note: All persons in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is strictly coincidental. 

38. Battleship Row

Every time Angelina Mancuso took Annarosa out for a walk, in her coach, she had FBI agents, unabashedly, walking with her less than 20 feet behind her. There was not just one group of agents, but several that were with her, every step of the way.

On a Tuesday afternoon, while pushing the carriage, they made her so nervous; she collapsed onto the ground, into a dead faint. 

The agents were horrified, because the carriage was now rolling downhill, unattended toward a busy intersection. They yelled to other agents and any person ahead of them, to stop the carriage. 

A young mother, with an infant of her own, in her arms, was able to bring the runaway coach to a halt, before it enter the busy avenue. Mrs. Mancuso had suffered a heart attack, caused by stress, and she lie on the side walk unconscious, with agents giving her CPR, while waiting for an ambulance to arrive.

Marco Mancuso arrived at the hospital to see his wife, and find out what happened. The police gave him the report, and he exploded with rage. "You nearly killed my wife and granddaughter, because you do not know where Tony is? You fucking idiots; he is in Milan for his daughter's wedding. I spoke with Donna and Vincent yesterday afternoon. Everyone is having a great time. Antonia beat up on some guy named Charlie, who used to be one of you guys. Tony had to pull her off him before there was blood on the floor.'" 

"You are very lucky nothing happened to Annarosa. Anthony would have been uncontrollable, if she had been hurt. There would have been a war the likes of which you have never seen before. The code of families being untouchable would have been thrown out the window. There would have been blood everywhere."

"You are sure Tony and Rose are there?"

"Where else would they be, you fucking idiot. Their only daughter is getting married Saturday afternoon. No Italian parent would miss that, as long as they had a beating heart."

One agent thought there was an opening to get an admission that Tony Caruso was a Mafia Boss, and tried to get it from Mancuso.

"Mr. Mancuso, are you saying that Tony could call in the entire Brooklyn mob and start a war against the FBI?"

Marco did not bite. He said, "Are you dense or what? Tony would call in his family members, as the Russians, the Czechs, and the Greeks do, as a matter of family honor. The men, with sons, would go after the FBI with everything they had in them, until they died. Their wives would get pregnant, by a blindfolded young male, from within the family, in the hopes of producing a son, in memory of their lost husband."

An agent said, "You guys are fucking nuts!"

"No! You would have killed a wife and a child of our family, for no reason, because of your own incompetence. If you had bothered to check in, with Antonia or Frank, you would have found the entire family happily together. They are not in hiding. They are shopping in downtown Milan. They are doing the tourist things. They are preparing for a wedding. However, the FBI, with all its resources, did nothing, and two innocents could or would have been killed. Now you have the gall to call us 'Nuts.' What would you do if it were your wife and child, mister big time FBI agent; what would you do to settle the score?"

The agent did not have an answer. He turned and walked away.

Mancuso took out his cell phone and called Tony. After the initial outburst was over, he thanked the Lord everything had turned out fine, or, as he had predicted, there would have been a war of the size and scope, which had not been seen, since the start of World War II, for the United States; when the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor, and they sank or damaged every ship on 'Battleship Row.' 

During his tirade, Tony said, "If my Grandbaby was hurt, the Federal Building would be dust."

Mancuso yelled at him, "Tony, we are on the phone, please calm down. Annarosa is fine; I swear it, on my life. Angelina is going to be fine. It was a stress related heart attack. There is no muscle damage to her heart. The Feds are going to pay, big time, for what happened today. Do not tell the kids what happened, until after the wedding, or they will want to come home early. Let them enjoy their time away, while I enjoy my grandchild. I still have to tell my father about today. I am not looking forward to that conversation. He will react like you did. I think I will have him hold Annarosa, while I tell him."

"I believe that is a very good plan, Marco. He will not raise his voice, with the baby in his arms, because it will scare her. It will also keep his blood pressure under control. Have him call me on a throw away, after you talk to him. After that I will call the FBI and tell them what I think of them."

"Thanks Tony, I will talk with you again soon."

Tony closed his phone and started to walk out to the gardens.

Rose and Antonia were looking at him as he walked away from the group and said, simultaneously, "There is a problem at home." They turned, looked at each other, and laughed.

Rose said, "I better find out what it is, before he gets too upset."

Antonia said, "Are you kidding, I would not miss this for the world."

The two women tried to walk up quietly behind him, but Tony said, "Women, they read your thoughts, and then break down your resistance, until you tell them every little detail they want to know. God, why couldn't you leave our ribs alone?"

'It is not ribs, dad; it is side.' "God took a side of Adam and made woman."

"What idiot made that change and forgot to tell the rest of mankind."

"It was an incorrect translation of the ancient Greek scrolls, dad. Everyone knows that by now; well almost everyone."

"Twelve years of Catholic school was not wasted on you after all, Antonia."

"No dad, I learned that, a few weeks ago, in a literature class."

"You had to go and burst my bubble, didn't you?"

"That is what bubbles are for, dad. Now, what is going on at home, that is weighing so heavily on your mind?"

"Apparently Vincent and Donna left there Christmas tree lights on and there was a fire that gutted the entire house. It spread to the house next door, before the fire department arrived. Thankfully no one was hurt, but the house is a total loss."

Rose looked at Antonia and asked, "You or me?"

"He is your husband. You can have the first shot."

"Tony, you poor defective dear; do you remember when you had Vincent's new home gutted and made into the magnificent looking residence it is inside."

"Yes Rose, I do."

"Anthony, I will bet you everything that is in the boxes, that it is still beautiful as we speak; would you like to know why?"

"Go ahead Rose, I am all ears."

"That is correct husband, when you lie to us; you are all ears and no brain. You had the electricians put those 'fault detector receptacles' everywhere in their home, just in case, a baby stuck something in them and they would not receive a shock. Are you ready to tell us the truth now?"

"No Rose, take the boxes and have fun."

"Is it as bad as that Anthony?"

"I have been good. I have been open and above board, with the FBI, for more than four months. Today they did something that was unforgiveable. I have not been this angry in my entire life, and I am ready to go back and take retribution on the people that caused it."

"Dad, please do not do anything that will ruin this week for me. This is my only chance for happiness. Like mom, I am only going to marry one time. I have found the only man that can accept me for who I am, and how I behave. I may change as I grow up, but I may not. I need Frank, but I need you and mom also. Please tell us what happened, and maybe we can help."

Tony Caruso bared his soul to the two women in his life, about the day's events, and this time Rose was not acting. If Anthony was angry, Rose was livid. However, Antonia went ballistic.

When she finally calmed down, she asked, in her sweetest tone of voice, "Father dear, do you have the telephone number of a high ranking FBI official, so I can rip his tongue out of his head?" 

"Yes, Antonia, however he is on vacation and does not know what happened today." 

"Just dial the fucking number and give me the phone. He is about to have his vacation ruined."

Ed Cross was having a family dinner, when his cell phone rang. He excused himself and said, 'Ed Cross." He pulled the phone away from his ear, before he lost all hearing in that ear."

His family could hear the screaming across the room, quite clearly.

Antonia's tirade went on for five minutes, before Ed begged her to give him a chance to respond to her accusations.

She said, "No, you fucking idiot. Check with your inept agents. Mrs. Mancuso is still in ICU. My niece is not dead, because a young mother was brave enough to stop a careening carriage, from entering a busy intersection. My father and mother have been where they told you they would be, at the time and place they told you they would be. We are going to sue the FBI for Billions. That is Billions with a B, Mister Cross. Tomorrow morning, we will be contacting the New York Times, CNN, MSNBC and any other news outlet that wants an interview, with my father, mother, the Mancuso's, Vincent, Donna and Annarosa, and my husband Frank and me. Our lawyers will be with us, however, we will be the people doing the talking and crying on worldwide television. The press will be all over you guys, and I cannot wait for the congressional hearings to start. That should be very entertaining television Mr. Cross. Enjoy the rest of your vacation Mr. Cross, it may be the last one you have for a very long time."

Ed Cross knew Antonia was correct. He ran to the bathroom and started giving back everything he had eaten, for the past few days. Heads were going to roll, and one of them might be his.

39. An Old Don and a Big Party

The Castronova family knew they were running out of time, for the Don to get his 'heart transplant.' A decision had to be made, in the best interest of the 'Family,' to let the Don receive a fictitious transplant, and keep him in Switzerland for an extended recovery period, or have him die, have closed coffin ceremony, and have him run the business from Morocco. Morocco has no extradition treaty with Italy. He would be out of the reach of Italian law enforcement; he would not be doing anything illegal according to Moroccan law; and if he kept a low profile, no one would ever think of looking for him there. The decision had to be a family one, but out of respect for the Don, his word would carry a heavy weight. Their business was suffering and the decision had to be made quickly, before they lost more of their market share.

The Don came up with a different plan. He wanted to go home to 'die.' He said the authorities could trace a heart back to the donor and would find none. If he stayed in Bern and died, there would be the problem of transporting a dead body across the Swiss border, without the body being certified. He said if he was extremely ill at home, and passed away, with everyone mourning his passing, a closed coffin would be less suspicious, and spiriting him out of the country would be easier.

"With age comes wisdom," the Don said, and his children; extended male family members, agreed and applauded their leader.

The decision was made, and the mechanics of the operation were now being planned to the last period. The 'Family' would fly the Don back to Milan, Sunday morning, and place him in 'Home Hospice Care' 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. His condition was guarded, and he was not expected to live much longer. His heart was extremely weak, and he was now suffering from congestive heart symptoms, that could not be reversed. His doctors told the authorities, that they were only keeping the old man, "as comfortable as possible, without hastening his demise."

His bedroom at home was turned into a hospital room with all the necessary equipment to assist the nurses and doctors, who would be in attendance. Everything was now in place, and the timing would have to be perfect.

Thursday evening, was the bridal shower and bachelor party. You could not have believed two more disparate parties could be going on, for a couple about to be married.

The female party was set up by Celeste, the Maid of Honor, at a hotel, close to the Cathedral of Milan. It was a wild and raucous affair; with wine flowing like water; and dirty jokes being told one right after the other. It was a scene right out of a men's smoker. She even had two male strippers at the event, which embarrassed Rose, to the point that her face was the color of her name. All the young bridesmaids and the young married women were having a really wonderful time, and an all-female band played, until the small hours of the morning. The room was very big for a party of 30 women, and some of the women did things to Antonia they would never have done under normal circumstances, and lived! Luckily, Donna did not attend this bridal shower. She spent the evening sightseeing with Vincent.

Philip went the reserved route, and the men had a blast; and I mean a blast. He took them to a Private Shooting Club, and for games of chance with handguns, rifles, and finally, a very expensive sniper rifles, at extreme ranges. Bets were limited to $100 per target per person, and there were a total of 50 targets. It would give everyone a chance to see how everyone else shot, before making a decision to either keep what they had won up to that point, or to go all in on the last round, and play for "Winner takes All." 

There were two former FBI agents, Charlie and Frank. A mafia Don, Tony, a sport shooter, Philip; and Frank's father, Philip, who had not touched a gun, since his days in Viet Nam. 

Vincent was not allowed to attend, because he had no formal training with any weapons at all. Tony did not want him to be hurt, even accidentally. 

Philips family members begged off, because they were planning for the return of the Don. 

It turned out to be just the five men, and it made it a more intimate, and collegial affair. The competition became more personal for Charlie and Frank, because thought that either one of them was a sure thing to take the hand gun competition. The first three rounds, standing, sitting and laying down were close; however, Philip Gennaro was eliminated; followed by the second Philip. Frank was amazed, when he was beaten and Charlie became angry when he lost to Tony. Tony grinned widely, and said, "Beginners luck." 

Charlie and Frank did not laugh, nor did they believe a word of what he said.

The mid-range rifle completion took a very long time, also. The competition was fierce. Philip Gennaro was the first to be eliminated, again. Then it was Tony, Frank and Charlie. Philip Castronova hooted and hollered at his hard earned victory. He said, "Three thousand dollars a year in dues, and I finally have something to show for it." 

Charlie asked him, "You have to pay three grand a year to shoot at targets?"

"Yes, but the women you meet there are incredible."

Everyone laughed. "I knew there had to be a catch," Frank said. "We got to shot people for free."

Tony chirped in, "Well, not exactly for free, Frank; there is a cost involved."

Frank agreed, "Yeah, Tony, there is always a price to be paid."

They went into the range office and were handed the most expensive rifle any of them had ever held. It was a $6000 rifle, with a Starlight Scope, and a Laser designator. Except for a few pieces of super-sophisticated military hardware, this rifle was top of the line, in any man's book. It could take down a deer a mile and one half away, without breathing hard. The only problem was, by the time the hunter walked there, another hunter would have found the carcass, strung it up, and field dressed it. Then he would have carried it off, thinking it was his lucky day.

Even in total darkness, the $6000 sniper rifle proved too much for the 500 meter target. Everyone was hitting it regularly. They opted for the 900 meter target.

Philip Castronova went first and missed. Tony missed. Frank missed. Charlie missed. Philip Gennaro missed.

It was time to decide what to do with the winnings; and everyone, especially Phil Gennaro, who had not won anything all night, was for "Winner takes all!" After four hours of shooting, it was no longer about the money. Each of them could afford one hundred times more than was in the pot; it was for bragging rights, and men love to brag.

Philip Castronova lay down on the mat, and aligned the scope. He breathe in, blew it out slowly, squeeze the trigger gently, and missed, short and right of the target. He would have to go to confession, before mass tomorrow afternoon, because of the words that followed. Tony had been on the scope and had seen where the bullet landed, and which way the dust blew afterwards. He now had an advantage, because he could gauge the wind speed and direction better than Philip had. He adjusted the settings on the scope settled into position, fired, and would join Philip at the confessional tomorrow as his projectile missed wide and left of the target. Frank halved Tony's corrections, smiled at him and said, "Thanks dad. You just zeroed the target for me." He lay down, steadied the rifle and fired. The bullet missed the top of the target by a wet cunt hair, and he, also would be speaking to a priest, before getting married. 

Tony patted him on the back and welcomed him to 'the family who could not shoot straight.' 

Charlie thanked both men for aligning the rifle for him. He did not adjust anything. He lay down on the mat aimed, breathe, squeezed and missed. He screamed, "It is not possible. That should have hit the target dead center."

Philip said "It might have Charlie, if it had not hit that Grouse first."

"Grouse; what in God's name is a Grouse?"

"It is a bird Charlie. I hope you have a hunting license. If you do not you are going to have to pay a fine."

"I demand another shot. I cannot help it if a bird got in the way."

Tony retorted, "Then I want another shot because the wind died down during my shot."

Charlie said, "Let's wait for Phil to miss and then we will all get another shot."

Philip Gennaro said, "Thanks for the vote of confidence guys. Just because you have all my money and I have been eliminated first, in every round, does not mean I cannot get lucky, as Tony did, when he won the overall, in the first round. Philip got lucky twice in the second round; once with the ladies and second with our money. I may just fool you here and take all the money and run away."

"All talk and no action old man; pick up the rifle, if it is not too heavy for you and take your shot, so we can begin again."

Phil Gennaro lay down, hugged the rifle to his cheek, kept both eyes open, spotted a wind gust, aimed, fired, hit the target dead center and knocked the target of the post."

There was not a sound behind him as he stood up. Four men looking down range, through binoculars were still looking in disbelief. 

Tony looked at him and said, "Why do I have a feeling you have played us all evening?"

Charlie said, "Nice shot, Frank. It is like you did it all your life."

Castronova joked, "I did not know you could see that far, Phil."

Frank asked his father, "Dad, what did you do when you were in Viet Nam?" 

Philip handed his son the expensive rifle, and told him to return it to the Field Office. 

As everyone handed Philip Gennaro their money, Tony said, "I did not hear what you said to Frank, Philip. What did you do when you were stationed over in Nam?

Phil Gennaro started running to the car and yelled over his shoulder, "I was a Marine sniper."

Four men started running after him, as he laughed on his way to safety.




Why I Hated The Guy From The FBI Ch. 11



Friday was the day to practice for the big event at the Cathedral. Due to a scheduling conflict, it had to be held at 10 o'clock in the morning. The men were jovial and sober as judges. When the women arrived, they looked like they were up carousing all night, and were sporting hangovers that might kill them at any moment. 

Philip rushed over to his beautiful Celeste, who looked like 'The Wreck of the Hesperus," and asked what had happened to her?

She pointed at Antonia, and said two words "Kill her."

Tony went to Rose and received a similar reply, "Kill her before she has children."

Philip Gennaro went to Gloria who said, "Kill him, before he gets her pregnant. She is the spawn of the devil."

Charlie went to Ann and even though she tried to speak, she looked at Antonia and cried.

All the young women, who attended the bridal shower, showed up in the same clothing they were in the previous night, because they were too hammered to go home to change.

Frank heard all the replies and asked Antonia, "What did you do?"

Antonia replied, "They told me to do it."

Five able bodied men had to hold back two dozen screaming women, before there was blood in the aisle of the Cathedral of Milan.

Thankfully all churches have bells, and when Bishop Delphini saw the brawl break out by the altar rail, he rang them ferociously. He continued to ring them, until the fighting ceased. He asked, "What is the meaning of this abuse, in the House of the Lord."

Three priests came running out of the sacristy, with worried looks on their faces. They asked the bishop how they could help.

The bishop looked at the group in front of the altar rail and smiling said, "Little One, come to me."

Antonia's eyes grew red, as her ears blew steam at an ever increasing rate.

A collective, 'Oh shit,' was murmured through the cathedral, as Frank grabbed Antonia by the neck, kissed her, and whispered into her ear, "He used it as a term of endearment, please do not kill him."

"Let me go, Frank, before you lose that hand."

"What is your name, Child?"

"Antonia Caruso, eminence."

"You are to be the bride tomorrow. What is the meaning of this uproar, in this holy place?"

"Eminence, it is a story better told in confession; unless Celeste wants to run it by you?"

Celeste raised her voice and said, "You bet your ass I..."

Philip clamped his mouth over Celeste's and kissed her until she could not breathe. She started pounding on his shoulders and head, until he let her take a quick breath of air.

Bishop Delphini asked, "You were going to say?"

"Bastard, I will get you for that."

He asked, again, "You were about to say something?"

"I had it sucked out of my brain. I am sorry."

"Since last evening's debauchery, how many of you are in need of Confession, to rid your souls of the sins of commission or omission?"

Every female raised her hand, except Celeste.

The bishop looked at her and asked, "You are without sin my child?"

"No sir. I am not Catholic."

"Excellent my daughter; live in peace."

Celeste smiled. "Maybe all Catholic Bishops are like Archbishop Chang?" 

The bishop looked at the remaining members of the group and said, "Apparently, last evening, you forced this innocent child to do something she would not do, under ordinary circumstances. Remember penance is good for the soul. Each of you WILL receive Communion tomorrow. In order to do so, you must confess all your sins. "EACH AND EVERY ONE OF THEM, especially the ones from last night. Confessionals are open as of NOW!" 

"Antonia, you poor, innocent child; I cannot imagine what these adult women must have done to you last evening." 

Bishop Delphini turned and started walking away from her, and Antonia looked back towards the others, and smiled. 

The women thought she had gotten away with murder, for her part in last evenings debacle. They were ready to attack her again, when a voice from the sacristy boomed, "Miss Caruso, you are with me, IMMEDIATELY!"

Antonia's head dropped a foot and those heading towards the confessionals lifted their heads, in a prayer of thanksgiving, because the "Little Devil was not escaping unscathed."

Celeste was left standing with 5 men, who were dying to find out what had happened the night before. 

"I need to rest for a while. Then I will be able to tell you what you want to know."

She sat down and put her head on Philip's shoulder and fell asleep instantly.

Philip looked at his four mates and lifted his eyebrows as a sign of defeat. He wanted to know what happened as much as they did, but the story would have to wait until Celeste was ready to tell it.

I cannot tell you what was said by the women, to their priests, while they were taking the Sacrament of Confession, without breaking the "Seal." I will just say that for most of Friday afternoon, many women were saying their penance, until their knees hurt.

Woman after woman went into the confessional and came out looking contrite. Then they went into a pew and knelt to begin saying their penance. The pews began to fill up, with headache ridden women who were absolved of their sins, and now were praying to their God for forgiveness. 

More than an hour later, Celeste grudgingly woke up. She looked at the men who surrounded her and said, "Why don't we step outside for a few moments? I doubt I will be able to keep my language as pure as it is supposed to be, in this house of worship."

Miss Caruso, I know this is not an ordinary confessional, but you may sit down and begin when you are ready. 

Antonia started her confession, as all Roman Catholics normally do. She started with her little sins of omission and then the biggies; the sins of commission. Part of the way into her penance the bishop stopped her, and asked her a question. "Antonia, why are you so angry at the world?"

"Eminence, you do not have enough time to listen to that answer."

"I have all the time in the world. You have until 3PM, tomorrow afternoon, if you wish to be married in this holy place. Start wherever you want and end wherever you wish, I will listen to it all, and make my decision, afterwards."

She started in a strained but temperate voice. "I was five years old, when they got rid of me, and sent me to a convent school. I cried for weeks not knowing what I had done to be thrown out of my home, and into the non-existence... 

Well over an hour later, with venom still seething from every pore of her body, the bishop stopped her. He said, "Let me see if I understand where everything stands at this moment. You hate your father, but he is walking you down the aisle. You hated your mother, until she came to visit you, and until you thought you lost her, in an airplane crash. You attack your future husband, and anyone else that calls you a diminutive person, which by the way, you are, for no other reason, than you are not six feet tall. You hate the world as a whole because you father sent you to a nunnery, to protect you from the nefarious businesses, in which he is involved. Have I covered the high points, Antonia?"

"Some of them, yes, your eminence, you have."

"Thank goodness, child, you are only nineteen years old, and you have a lot of growing up to do. Listen carefully to me you impudent little dwarf, as of this moment, your childhood days are at an end. You will blossom into a young woman that people will be proud to know and love. I have eyes and ears all over this planet, and you do not want to mess with me, or God. For your penance..." 

Antonia received a penance she would have to live with for the remainder of her life. If she broke it, she would have to stop what she was doing; go to confession, explain the reason she was there, and why she had broken her pact, with God. He gave her a phone number to give to her confessor, so he could call the bishop and check on her progress or lack of it.

The bishop gave her several choices, if she did not accept his edict: 1. 'Call Off' the wedding, because he would not allow her to get married, in his cathedral. 2. Get married in a civil ceremony at the United States Embassy or at the City Hall. 3. Or, Accept her punishment, "Grow up," and become a normal functioning member of society.

"You are not being fair, eminence."

"I know, Antonia, however, I do not have to be fair. I have to make you a better person, in the eyes of God Almighty."

Antonia was not happy, with the bishop, when she left him. However, she was no longer allowed to be angry about it; and she was not allowed to be pissed off about that either. He was as ruthless and conniving as she was, in his own way; and he had beaten her at her own game. He had beaten her four aces, with a straight flush; while she had to smile, and congratulated him.

Celeste could not stand the bright sunlight. She turned her back to the sun, put her sunglasses on, and squinted to keep as much light out of her brain as possible, because it hurt too much.

Philip asked, "What the hell happened last night, Celeste?"

"Do not yell at me, can't you see I am in pain?"

"I was not yelling. I will speak in a softer voice; but what did you do to yourself?"

"I did not do anything. It was that little bitch. She tricked everyone. She got us all toasted, until we were blind drunk. She looked so innocent. We were only drinking wine and we made a mix of several bottles and put fruit in it. However, it was too warm and we needed ice. Antonia said she would ask the bartender to get some for us. She came back with a waiter, and two large buckets of ice. He put one bucket in the mix, and left one on the side for anyone who wanted to put ice in their glass. Before long everyone was drinking the wine, like it was water. We did not realize why until it was too late, and we were slurring our words. It was frozen vodka. 

Every time the wine mix got low, we added more wine, and more ice. It is amazing we are all alive this morning. The only person that does not have a hangover is the "Bitch," because she stayed with one of Philips best wines all night. She knew what she was doing; she probably laughed at us all night, as we crawled out the doors to our rooms."

"I did not" yelled Antonia. "I had no idea those ice cubes were anything but ice. I asked for ice, and that is what they brought into the room. I swear it."

"You little mongrel bay shrimp, I hope you fart all during your wedding tomorrow."

Antonia wanted to react, but did not. Her blood boiled, but she kept it under control long enough to say, "I did not know it was anything but ice. I would not have done that to my mother."

"You slimy baby cockroach, you would do that to God himself."

Frank and Philip moved into position to stop the impending charge, Antonia would surely make.

Antonia fumed, but held it together, one more time. "If that is what you believe, I cannot change your mind. If you do not wish to be a part of the wedding party tomorrow, I release you from your promise. I would not want you to be uncomfortable. Good bye, Celeste." She turned and walked back into the cathedral.

Philip looked at Frank and asked, "What just happened?"

"It is the 'Invasion of the Body Snatchers.' They took Antonia, and left us the clone."

Celeste said, "Oh fuck, that was Antonia, but something has happened to her. Fuck, now I have to apologize, because I feel like the village idiot."

Celeste ran into the church looking for her, and found her sitting next to her mother, Gloria and Ann trying to explain the same scenario to them.

They were not buying any of it, either.

Celeste sat next to them. "Antonia I should not have doubted you. I know you never would have set out to embarrass your mother, Gloria, Ann, or myself; especially just a day before your wedding. I apologize, and I hope you can forgive me."

"Thank you, Celeste that means the world to me."

"What, no 'Bitch' included in that statement today?"

"I just went to confession! It has to last through tomorrow. I will double up on you them."

"Okay, I just needed to make sure you were not still angry with me."

Rose asked Celeste why she was so sure Antonia was innocent, in the previous evening's events.

Celeste said, "For the very first time, our little girl did not fly off the handle, when she had to explain, what she believed happened last evening. She was not sure what the alcoholic beverage was, until I said it. She told me to take a hike if I did not believe her. Those are the signs of an innocent person. Second, in order to freeze Vodka, the temperature has to be nearly 50 degrees below zero. It takes forever to do that. I will wager there was a party last night that went home sober, and disappointed, because all they received was ice, instead of what we received. 

Rose kissed her daughter and said, "I accept you back into the family. As soon as my head clears I will make your favorite dinner; your last as a single woman."

Five men stood at the side entrance to the huge cathedral and wondered what was happening. Four women, who wanted Antonia dead and dismembered, less than a few hours ago, were hugging her and making nice. Were they all clones? Had a miracle happened in Milan? Had Antonia developed powers of persuasion over everyone, who thought ill of her? Was she only able to control women? What was going on? Frank was worried; his friends were worried for him. The Archdiocese should be warned. Heck, the Pope should be warned!

41. To Be or Not To Be; Now There IS A Question

At 3:48 A.M, an earthquake occurred. It was centered 200 miles northwest of Milan, Italy, and emergency crews were dispatched to the old city of Milan and to check all the historic structures including the cathedral. They cordoned off the entire structure, until it could be inspected by the city engineers, which could take days. 

At the same time when the earth shook, Antonia knew she was not in bed, with Frank, because it was the night before the wedding, but she came by hand anyway. 

Celeste and Philip were together, however they were asleep until the earth moved. Celeste said, "You are getting better and better my love."

Philip laughed, "I can even make you cum, during an earthquake."

"Oh, is that what that was?"

"Anthony, we have to move to San Francisco. Between you moving and the earth moving, I think I like it a lot?"

"What are we going to do when the west coast falls into the ocean, Rose?"

"We will think of something, Anthony. Now, would you continue where you left off, please? I was almost where I needed to be 'when the earth moved.' Now I need you to make the earth move for me, again."

Tony grinned at her and said, "A man's work is never done." He moved instantly to grab the hand that was about to hit him.

"Charlie, you kill me with that thing and now you make the earth move?"

"Don't I always make the earth move for you Ann?"

"How would I know Charlie? I am always riveted to your pole."

"Bitch, Bitch, Bitch. I struggle to keep you fed; sexually, athletically, artistically, and nutritionally, and all I get is complaints. I want to talk to the manager of this establishment. I want equal bitching time."

"I am the manager of this establishment. I saw the submarine first. I get to bitch more than you do Charlie. There is no more bitching time left on the agenda. Keep fucking me unless you think another tremor is about to happen, then the vibrations will get me off."

"There you go again, Ann. You keep on bitching and you will be sleeping on a lumpy bedroll in the middle of the Amazon for a honeymoon, instead of Brooklyn Heights."

"How did those two become my choices Charlie?"

"I do not need shots to go to either place, Ann."

"Bastard." 

Philip and Gloria Gennaro were nonplussed by the tremor. They were out for a walk, in the vineyards, when it happened. They were preparing themselves for the next day, and decided that getting to bed at 5A.M. would be better for them, considering the length of the wedding and the affair afterwards. They fell into each other's arms, and held on, for the 30 or so seconds it lasted. When it was over they walked back towards their home to see if there was any damage. Their new pride and joy had been installed, a few days before, so they checked that first. It was an aesthetically pleasing, satellite receiver, hidden within a tree, which looked like any of the hundreds of trees that surrounded it. They could now watch all their old favorite television programs, from back in the states. 

After making sure that it had survived, they went inside their home, and found no damage their either. 

The quake measured 3.1 on the Richter scale. It had been barely enough to make "The Earth Move!"

However, when the news broke at 9 o'clock that the cathedral might not be available for the wedding that afternoon, someone had to tell Antonia. There were no volunteers.

Tony said, "Okay, send my body back to Brooklyn in a box and show it to the FBI. I will tell her. Good bye Rose, I love you." He hung his head, left his guests at the breakfast table, and made a show of walking slowly out of the hotel restaurant; only to bump into Antonia walking towards it.

She asked, "Dad, what is the matter. Why such a long face this morning."

"Baby, maybe we should go up to my room and talk for a moment."

"Dad, did Frank run off with another woman?"

"No he did not, Antonia."

"You, mom, Vincent and Donna are okay?

"Yes, we are fine."

"Then what is the problem?"

"We may not be able to use the cathedral this afternoon, because of last night's earthquake." Tony cringed as he waited for the expected scream, but it did not come. He opened one eye and she was still there. He opened the other and looked at her and she still had not said a word.

Then it happened. "Dad, give me some money, I have to see the cathedral and talk to the bishop."

"I will go with you."

"No, just give me some money, please."

Tony gave her few hundred Euros, and Antonia flew out the front door of the hotel.

When he returned to his guests so quickly, Rose joked, "Chickened out, didn't you?"

"No, I met her in the hall by the restaurant, and told her what happened. She did not scream or get upset. She asked me for some money to go see the cathedral and the bishop; so I did."

Rose asked him, "You let her go alone?"

"Yes, I told her I would go with her but she wanted to go alone."

"You idiot; if the bishop tells her she cannot use the cathedral she will kill him."

"Oh shit, I did not think about that. Call the rectory and warn them she is on her way. Tell them we are on our way to get her."

Tony and Rose left their guest and made a beeline for the front exit of the hotel, and the first taxi to the church. Traffic was light for a Saturday morning, and they were there in ten minutes. They were amazed to find their daughter, in a hard hat, inside the yellow tape, alongside the bishop and the engineers, discussing the lack of damage to the centuries old cathedral.

Antonia looked around, when she heard her mother call her, and waved to her. She spoke to the bishop and pointed to both her parents. 

Antonia said, "Bishop Delphini, I would like to introduce you to my parents. This is my father Anthony and my mother Rose Caruso." Both parents genuflected before the bishop, and kissed his ring, as he blessed them both.

Bishop Delphini said, "Mr. and Mrs. Caruso, you have an amazing daughter. In the very short time I have had to get to know her, I have been impressed with the way she has been able to adapt to her surroundings, and new situations. You have much to be proud of, and many great things to look forward to in the future."

Rose smiled at the bishop and asked, "You are talking about our daughter, this one right beside you?"

"Yes Mrs. Caruso, this little girl, who is carrying your grandson."

Antonia fainted dead away, but was caught by the steadying arm of the bishop. He smiled and said to her parents, "I take it she did not know she was pregnant?"




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Tony replied, "From her reaction, your eminence, I think that is a safe bet. How do you know it is a boy?"

"I can only be wrong half the time, Anthony, but when I am right, it makes me look good."

Rose did not hear that part of the conversation. She was too busy taking care of her pregnant daughter to worry about it being a boy or a girl, at this point in a pregnancy.

"Eminence, will we be able to use the cathedral for the wedding this afternoon?"

"Anthony, if it were in ruins, her wedding would take place in God's Holy Cathedral on this day."

"Thank you very much, your eminence. We will meet again at three o'clock."

Antonia was awake, looking up at three people, wondering what had happened to her. Then, she popped up onto her feet kissed the bishop, and said, "Really?"

"I went to confession today, Antonia. It would bad form for me to lie just afterwards, wouldn't it?"

"Yes, it would. Thank you eminence; I cannot wait to tell Frank. He will be so pleased; I think?"

Tony asked her what she meant she thought he would be pleased.

"Dad, I promised him I would never tie him down, married or not; children or no children. If he wanted to walk away from me, he could without any remorse or regrets. It is part of our deal."

"Craziest deal I have ever heard of, I will tell you."

"Dad, you know how I was. If I was that bad all the time would you want to be tied down to me?"

Tony thought for a long moment and said, "Honestly, no, I would not, I would have killed myself, first."

Rose smacked him and the bishop reminded him that it would be a mortal sin.

"Eminence, sometime living in hell for eternity is not as bad as thinking of a lifetime of living with my daughter."

Bishop Delphini said, "Anthony, by the New Year, you will eat those words one hundred times."

"Eminence, I would pray that it will go from your lips to God's ears."

"Anthony you have not been listening. The Lord has already answered my prayers. I have to leave you now. I have other business to attend to before this afternoon. Take care of her, and may the peace of the Lord be with you."

"...and with you Bishop."

Antonia looked at the bishop, as he walked away from them, and asked, "How could he possibly know I was pregnant?"

Rose asked her what she might have said to the bishop in confidence that might have led him to that conclusion.

"Nothing mom, honestly, I did not say anything at all. I yelled, bitched, cursed, and screamed, but I never mentioned a thing about wanting to be pregnant."

"When was the last time you had your period, Antonia?"

Tony said, "I love these intimate female conversations."

Rose and Antonia barked, "Shut up Anthony/Dad!"

"Who the hell keeps track mom? It comes every 28 days, and it leaves 3 days later. It is a minor inconvenience for me, but Frank makes a big deal about it because he cannot get laid."

Rose said to her daughter, "You should ask Frank when his last dry spell was, in that case, Antonia. It will tell you approximately how far along you are."

"I will call him from the hotel and tell him he is going to be a father. Then I will ask him if he wants to go through with the wedding this afternoon. I am afraid of what his answer will be, however either way, I swear mom I will be fine."

"Frank is going to surprise you with his answer, baby. You have nothing to worry about. He loves more than his own life. Look what he has already given up for you. Look how he has protected you from harm."

"He was being well paid to do that mom. Now, I will find out if he really wants to be with me."

Tony answered his cell phone, had a quick conversation, and hung up.

He looked at Rose and said, "You acting lessons worked out fine. The four boxes have arrived, and are in safe storage."

"What acting lessons mom?"

"That is a story for another day. We are now running short on time and long on a list of things to do. We have to back to the hotel. You want to call Frank. You have to get your hair and nails done, and so do I. Then we have to get you dressed and get back here before three o'clock or the bishop will start without you. Let's get moving." 

Charlie answered the phone in Frank's suite, when Antonia called. She asked him what they were doing, and he told her they were playing cards. She said, "Charlie let me talk to him, please."

He replied, "Antonia, a bride and groom are not allowed to communicate on their wedding day, before they are at the church."

"Charlie, do not make me hurt you again. Put Frank on the telephone, before I put your hands into casts."

"Everyone was thinking you had turned over a new leaf, Antonia. I am happy to see that some of the old you is still inside."

"Hello baby, what is so important that you had to call before the wedding?"

"Frank, you had better sit down. I have something to say, and I do not want you to fall down and hurt yourself."

"Okay, I am sitting, what is the problem Antonia. I am sure we can fix it, before this afternoon."

"Frank remember I promise I would never tie you down; you could walk away anytime you wanted to, whether we were married or not, whether we had children or not. I told you I would be fine, and I will. I promise you I will be just fine. I love you, but if you want to walk away you can. Do you understand what I am saying?"

"Yes I understand, Antonia, but you have not told me what you had to tell me yet?"

"Frank, I am pregnant."

There was not a sound from the other end of the phone. Antonia started to cry.

Suddenly, Philips voice was on the phone yelling at her, "What the fuck did you just do to him? He is out cold."

Antonia started to giggle betwixt her tears. She said, "Philip, he had the same reaction I had, when Bishop Delphini told me I was pregnant."

Philip laughed, "I have never seen a 6'2" tree fall that far and that fast, in my life."

"I told him to sit down, and he told me he was, Philip."

"He lied to you, Toni. He fell like a stone. Charlie just threw some water on him, he is awake now. He wants to talk to you; do you have any more surprises for him, or should we let him up?"

"No Philip that was the biggie."

"You should have warned me that was coming babe. I was not expecting it."

"Idiot, I am the one that is expecting. Now the decision is yours. I tricked you into proposing to me. However, I meant what I said before. I will be at the church at Three o'clock. I will understand if you are not there. Good bye, Frank." She hung up the hotel phone, and left the room to go for her hair appointment before it started to ring, and ring, and ring.

The operator said to Frank, "I am sorry sir, but she is not answering the phone. Would you like to leave her a message?"

"Yes, please! Tell my bride to be, when she gets to the church, I am going to wring her neck!"

The operator thought to herself, "Oh my, is this another lovers quarrel, or should I call the police?"

Five women sat in chairs in the salon, being primp and polished for the afternoon's festivities. Three of the four were happy. Rose was worried about her daughter's conversation with Frank, and Antonia looked like she was on the verge of tears. The three happy women ignored Antonia, believing she was having pre-wedding jitters. Only two knew she was pregnant, and neither of them were talking about it, at the moment. Rose wanted to speak to Antonia, but could not because of the proximity of the other women. At times like this she wished she was a telepath, like that women on Star Trek; she needed to know what was going on in her daughter' heads desperately, so she could help her. 

Frank was nearly uncontrollable, after he threw the phone up against the wall. "I would kill that little bitch, if she was not pregnant. Hasn't she figured out yet that I love her? How dare she tell me that I can just walk away now if I feel like it? If I were in my right mind, I would not show up just to teach her a lesson she would never forget."

Charlie looked at Philip and winked. "Let's go to a strip joint and get wasted. Fuck her, Frank. If she thinks you don't love her, maybe she does not love you enough to trust you? I hate penguin suits anyway. I propose jeans, tee shirts, and hard liquor." 

Philip said, "I second the motion, Frank. Something is wrong with her. She does not trust you enough to marry you. She wants you to leave before the wedding. She does not want you to raise your child with her."

"Are you two guys out of your fucking minds? I love that tiny tart to death. I love her enough for both of us. She is just having pre-wedding jitters and doesn't know what to do with herself. She will be fine, after she sees me by the altar railing."

"Bullshit Frank, she just used you to get her pregnant. Now she wants you gone."

"How would either of you two know; neither of you are married."

Philip and Charlie could not go on any longer. They both burst out laughing.

When Frank realized what they had done to him, he said, "I am taking both of you to the shooting range, and using you for targets."

Charlie replied, "That is fine with me, I know we will be safe there. Anything past ten feet, you could not hit with a bulldozer."

Frank charged at both his friends, who split up, and went in opposite directions. He yelled to them, "You will both be next to me at the altar. I will get you there, you conniving bastards."

"You deserved every word of it, Frank."

At 2P.M. Celeste made a call to insure all the photographers were in place. They were, because they knew better than not to upset her.

At 2:10, the bridesmaids assembled in the main ballroom for pictures. 

At 2:20, Celeste, Rose, Antonia, and several of her aunts arrived in the ballroom. Antonia's aunts released the bridal gown, from around Antonia's body, to a chorus of breaths being lost because of its beauty.

Even the jaded photographers, who had seen and taken pictures of hundreds and thousands of gowns and dresses, were taken aback. They started taking pictures from every angle imaginable.

Celeste had to warn them of the time constraints they were under.

The group pictures were taken hurriedly. The bridesmaids went to their waiting limousines. The gown was resealed in its protective coating, and everyone went to remaining limousines, for the ride to the cathedral.

"Mom, I do not think he is going to be there. I told him he did not have to be. I told him I was pregnant, and if he wanted he could leave and I would be fine."

"Honey, he will be there, in front of the church, waiting for you. He loves you to pieces. He will never let you go, ever."

Celeste said, "You cockroach, you did not tell me you were pregnant."

Antonia smiled. "Bishop Delphini told me this morning."

"How the hell did he know?"

"You will have to ask him, because I do not have a clue."

When they arrived at the cathedral, photographers and people were everywhere. A groomsman opened the door for them. Celeste exited first; followed by Rose. 

Her aunt's huddle around the opened door as Antonia exited the limousine. The gown was unwrapped, into its full glory. When they stepped aside and Antonia was in full view, there were gasps everywhere in the crowd. Her gown was exquisite, and everyone who saw it, wanted one just like it. 'A Star Was Born!'

Anthony Caruso walked up to his daughter and kissed her on both cheeks. He joked with her, "The FBI has finally found us."

Antonia laughed and asked, "Where?"

Tony pointed to them and Antonia pointed to one of them and signaled him to come over to them.

The agent looked confused, until she gave him an angry look, and did it, again.

"What can I do for you Miss Caruso?"

"You cannot mess up my wedding day. I want all of you, and I mean every one of you, in the church, watching my wedding, and my father. Tonight, I want all of you at the reception, enjoying the festivities, and watching my father. You know what happened in Brooklyn. Heads are going to roll for that incident. If you do not do what I am telling you to do; heads are going to roll here, also. Do we understand each other?"

"Yes Miss Caruso, I will pass the word along. All of us will follow your request to the letter."

"One more thing, tell Mister Cross, that due to previous commitments, we had to delay our news conferences until Monday. I have postponed my honeymoon, just so Frank and I could be there."

"I will pass that information along also, Miss Caruso."

"Dad, I think it is time to see if Frank has shown up."

Tony lowered her Bridal Vail, took her arm, and began the long walk up the steps up the steps into the cathedral. 

The music began, and the bridesmaids and groomsmen walked down the aisle and separated at the altar. Then the organist played Richard Wagner's traditional wedding march. The assembled guests and FBI agents rose, and watched as Anthony Caruso walked his daughter down the aisle, in the most magnificent wedding gown they had ever seen. It was being recorded on video, digitally, and on classic film. 

Antonia's eyes became misty, when she saw Frank standing at the front rail, waiting for her. She almost ran to him, but she restrained herself, because Bishop Delphini had arrived, and was standing by the altar, ready to begin the Nuptial Mass. 

When Tony gave Antonia's hand to Frank, he said to him, "Good luck, my son, God knows you are going to need it!"

Frank replied, "I request permission to kill her, after she gives birth to the baby."

"If she does not kill you first, granted."

Antonia said, "God or I will get you both for that. More than likely it will be me, with the bishop's permission, that is."

The two men laughed, and Tony went and sat by Rose.

"Should I ask what the laughing was about, or do I not want to know?"

"Sometimes Rose, ignorance is bliss. This is one of those times."

Rose elbowed him in his ribs, so hard; he would be black and blue in the morning.

The mass, the wedding ceremony, the pictures in the cathedral, and the reception line leading out of the church, took two hours.

The guests went to the hotel for finger food and drinks, while the wedding party posed in another room for the formal photos, which took another hour. Dinner was to begin at 8P.M.; however, Antonia was exhausted and needed to rest. 

Frank looked at her and said, "Okay Mrs. Gennaro, your room or mine?"

"There are no pockets in this dress Frank, so guess what room we are going to use?"

"Your mother gave me the key card to your room, so we are going there."

"Let's go Frank, I have to get out of these heels; they are killing my feet."

"I thought you looked taller today. I thought it was because of the baby."

"Very funny Frank, you are finally developing a sense of humor."

When they were in the room, Antonia asked Frank to take off her shoes because she could not see them.

"Is your belly that big already?"

"Frank, do not start with me; I cannot see my shoes because of the dress and you know it. If you ever want to get close to my pussy again, you had better be nice, or there will be a closed sign on it. I am pregnant; you have done you job well, so be nice."

"Antonia, what has happened to you? Normally you would have been at my throat trying to rip it out of my body. You are not acting like yourself anymore."

"Are you complaining, Frank?"

"I am not complaining. I just do not know when the next explosion is going to come."

"There are not going to be anymore explosions, Frank. I had a long talk with the bishop, and he made me make some promises that I have to keep for a lifetime. It is going to be hard for me to change a lifetime of habits, overnight, but I am trying; I am trying very hard."

"Since you are trying very hard, let's try this one on for size. How dare you, on our wedding day, call me and tell me to leave, if I want to. Then you tell me you are pregnant, with my baby, and tell me you will be just fine without me in your life. If I could have crawled through the telephone lines, I would have smacked you silly, before I strangled you to death. Do you understand how much you mean to me? Do you understand the lengths I would go to just to keep you safe? Do you even trust me enough to help you raise our child together?"

"Yes, I do."

Frank was about to blow a gasket. "Yes you do; what?"

"I know all those things Frank. I also promised you your freedom, if you wanted it. I needed to be sure you wanted me more."

"You little bitch; I want you more than air."

"I want to get laid."

"What about your dress?

"Fuck the dress, I am already married."

The two of them were a little late for the start of dinner.

The End



Why I Hated The Guy From The FBI Ch. 12



Note: All names and associations used in this story are not real, and any similarity is strictly accidental in nature. This is a work of fiction, and please read it with that in mind.

Dear Reader, This is an Edited Version of Chapter 12. I did this for two reasons. First, to clean up some English problems. Second, and MOST IMPORTANT, to advise you that my computer, containing Chapters 13, 14, and 15 died, taking with it all my work. It is with my I.T. people now and they are trying to retrieve it from the hard drive. If they are successful, I will start posting these chapters one week apart, through the end of the story, which I am working on now. I am truly sorry for the delay. When I opened the computer and saw the Blue Screen, I cried. Prolonged_Debut10 

42. A Tale of Two Sundays

Bern, Switzerland -Three private jet aircraft were loading on the tarmac ready for their trip to Milan. Attendants carefully loaded "Don" Antonio Castronova into the largest aircraft, which had been turned into a flying hospital. With him would be: his cardiologist, two nurses, two attendants, and his two oldest sons.

The two other aircraft would contain several other family members, who had stayed with him, in Bern, plus other medical staff personnel, and his bodyguards. Although these two aircraft would take off after "The Don's aircraft, they would arrive first; and prepare the way for him, when his aircraft landed. Everything was choreographed to the last step of the dance. "The Don" was even wearing makeup, which made him look like he was on death's door.

Upon arrival at the Lineata airport, the occupants of the first two aircraft set up a rope line to keep visitors, away from "The Don." It would allow the ambulance to get very close to the aircraft, without hurting anyone.

As the attendants walked gingerly down the stairs, carrying "The Don," a cheer arose in the crowd, welcoming him home. To show his gratitude, the Don raised his hand at the wrist, and waved it at the crowd as best he could. His hand then flopped back down onto the stretcher, seemingly exhausted.

Agents from every Italian law enforcement division were taking pictures and looking at the frail old man, as he was taken to the ambulance. They interviewed the doctor, the nurses, the attendants, and even the flight crews to see if anything was being done to fool them. They had no idea that each of these people were very well bought and paid for; and also threatened to within an inch of their entire family's existence. Everyone happily complied with their instructions. They also knew that more money was still to come their way.

After Don Castronova was put into the ambulance, cars lined the way in front, and behind him, leading the caravan to his home. In his life he had lived lavishly, and he would die that way, also. He felt it was befitting his station in life.

At home, his bedroom was now a hospital room; with every hospital monitor, and diagnostic machine available. His doctors would only need to look at a wall to see what was happening in "The Don's" body. Men and women from all walks of life went to the Don's home to pay their respects and brought gifts for him. All were received happily, but very few were allowed to see "The Don," because he was so frail. Every so often, a member of the judicial branch of the Italian government was allowed into the room with "The Don," to speak with his doctor, about his condition. However they were not allowed to disturb the patient himself. They were able to read the monitors for themselves and make notes of the doctors reports and they knew the old man's time was about up. 10 days later, they were right. 

Don Antonio Guido Castronovo passed away on the morning of December 19. He is survived by his wife of fifty-five years Elizabeta, their seven sons, four daughters, twenty-six grandchildren, and three great-grandchildren. 

A cry of mourning went out throughout the city of Malan, when the old man passed away. For the people living there, he was a benefactor. He gave to charities, helped people start businesses, gave generously to keep the churches and cathedrals looking beautiful, and no one had a bad word to say about him.

However, to the police and the other law enforcement agencies, he was a criminal. He made money off the weaknesses of others. He smuggled in drugs in huge quantities, which he redistributed throughout the world. What he kept he sold locally and around Italy. He was involved in gambling; and he ran the sex clubs in Milan, and the surrounding area. He was exceedingly wealthy, and he guarded that money well, by distributing it to the men and women within the family that did his bidding.

Philip Castronova was not one of them. He was very happy with his vineyards, his winery, and his wines. He inherited this from his mother's side of the family, and never fell in to the schemes and troubles of his father's illegal activities, and happily, the police knew it.

The "Don's" palatial home was draped in black. Family members could be seen walking through the gardens weeping and holding on to one another for support. To everyone on the outside it looked like a great loss had occurred and the family was trying to find a way to cope with it. It did not look like they were doing very well. 

When the morticians arrived, they removed the body on a gurney in a black bag, and brought it to their mortuary, with two family members. Naturally, the police were there also. The Don was put on the cold stainless steel table and stripped of his clothing. Doctors had already signed the death certificate, and no autopsy was required. As the morticians began dressing the Don the police left to take care of other duties. 

As soon as, the eldest son, Anthony was sure they were far enough away, he took the syringe out of his pocket and injected its contents into his father's arm. Within seconds, the Don began to show signs of life. He opened his eyes, saw his son smiling at him, and said, "It worked!"

"Papa, it was your plan, it had to work."

The Don finished dressing and watched as another body was placed into his coffin which was then sealed for the last time.

"Papa, it is a shame you going to miss your funeral; it is going to be beautiful."

"Anthony, my son, send me some photographs, I am sure I will love them. I will love it more sitting on the beach by the Atlantic Ocean."

"Here are the keys to your safety deposit boxes and the names of each bank they are in. Here your checkbooks and the keys to your car at the airport you will recognize it, because it is just like your car here at home. Remember, Morocco does not have extradition a treaty with Italy, so do not fall for anyone's line saying that they do. We will do everything by courier as you have asked. This way you will not break any Moroccan laws and they will have no reason to bother you. The police will have no reason to track Mama or any of the girls, so you will have company from time to time. We will come to you Papa, do not come to us, you could lose everything including your freedom."

"It could be a case of mistaken identity, couldn't it?"

"Papa, there is too much of your DNA running around Milan. You and Mama were too successful having children. Your children were too successful having children. Now, your children's children are having children. Stay in Morocco, please, we will come to you."

"Anthony, you are too much like me; you worry too much."

"Papa that is the most wonderful thing you have ever said to me."

A mail truck pulled up to the side entrance to the mortar mortuary and stopped. The driver got out to deliver the day's mail. During that transaction the Don slipped into the back of the mail truck and sat on a few of the mailbags. The driver got back into the truck checked the back, nodded his head and drove off. After making a few more regular stops, the driver got out and went into a grocery store. An 18-wheel truck pulled up behind the mail truck. The Don slipped out of the back of one and into the front of the other truck. Seven hours later the truck was passing the Swiss border into France, and the Don felt many years younger. They stopped at a small private airport, where he got into a private jet which flew him to Rabat, Morocco. As he passed through customs the officer asked him was he here on pleasure or business. The Don answered that he was here on pleasure, and may seek to stay here on a permanent basis because he loved the country so much.

The customs officer smiled and thanked the new guest for his words and told him where he could get information for his permanent visa, if he truly wanted one. 

Don Anthony Castronova said to the man, "Before I turn in my application, if I need a reference, may I come back and ask you to sign for me?"

The customs officer said, "Positively." They shook hands and parted company. 

On Monday, a crowd of over 3000 people was at the church and cemetery for the final sendoff for Don Castronova. Traffic was snarled for miles and there was not a flower to be bought in the city of Milan for days afterwards. As Anthony had told his father, it was a spectacular funeral, and he sent him both video and digital pictures.

Milan, Italy -- The hotel's large ballroom was set up for a brunch, so everyone who had attended Antonia's wedding the evening before, and had stayed at the hotel overnight, would be able to join together eat, and reminisce about the evenings events. It was a very lively affair, with jokes being thrown around from table to table. As Antonia looked around she saw some people were missing. She excused herself and told everyone she would be right back.

Moments later, with eight FBI agents trailing her, she ordered them to pick up plates, choose whatever food they wanted, sit down, eat, and watch her father.

The lead agent remembering her warnings from the previous day replied, "Yes ma'am."

Antonio walked over to the table, sat down next to Frank, looked over at her father, and said, "Dad, I have absolutely no problem controlling the FBI agents, how come you do?"

The table erupted into laughter, but the one that laughed the most was Tony Caruso. He replied to his daughter, "Maybe I do not have your female touch. I am not sure if the touch you gave Ed Cross the other day was better than today's or not, but they both seemed very effective."

Frank said, "Tony, we will not mention Antonia's former attitude. I like her the way she is now. I want her to stay this way. I have not received a bruise, a cut, or internal injury, for one whole day, and that is a record for our relationship. So please change the subject."

Celeste jumped in and said, "I miss her. She was so much fun. If I wanted to brighten up my day all I had to do was say, "Hi shrimp, how is your little day doing? Are you having trouble seeing over the table today? By the time I finished saying it, she would be so mad she could not see straight. However, look at her now. Calm, relaxed, at ease with herself; she is a whole new person. I hate that little, itty, bitty, micro-organism."

Antonia was ready to kill. It was everything she could do not to jump on the table and go after her best friend; with steak knives pointing towards her heart. Frank held her by the waist, whispering into her ear to stay calm and remember; Celeste was just joking with her.

Antonia whispered, "I'm going to be juggling her eyeballs, in a moment."

"Remember your promise to the Bishop, and remember you are going to be a mommy."

"I know it, dammit, but I do want to hurt her so."

"No you do not, because you love her, and she is only teasing you."

"Can I throw a beehive at her?"

"Do you think the bishop would allow it?"

"Do you have to be so condescending, when I need your help?"

"If you had said, Frank would you throw a beehive at her for me, we would've had something to discuss. The other way, it was a dead-end, and I had nothing I could do for you."

"I cannot even threaten to beat the shit out of you anymore."

"Antonia, I love you all the more, because of it. If I have our son in my arms, I do not have to tremble for fear that you are going to hit me and drop him, because I am a helpless male, being attacked by a ferocious female killing machine. You have asked for my help, and I will help you every day of the week. You will help me every night of the week."

"Are you ready for your finals this week?"

"Yes, they all should be relatively easy, except for the five classes that I take. Those I may have problems with, because I did not study the last few days."

"You say that all the time Frank, and every test you bring home is in "A." Would you care to explain that to us?"

"That is very easy to explain Antonia; especially to you. All my professors are women, and I have a big dick. I keep them satisfied, and they give me an "A" for my efforts."

Everyone at the table could see the fight going on inside Antonia's head. They knew she wanted to kill him for that last statement, but somehow she held her ground and her temper under control. She looked at her new husband and said, "That is excellent news Frank, because you are not getting laid until after the baby is born; if then."

Donna yelled, "Way to go Antonia! You took that big dick of his and shoved it straight down his throat. You go girl; you rock!"

Antonia had never received such praise from her sister, and she blushed a little because of it. The remainder of the people at the table applauded, and laughed at Frank, because he had been doubled, redoubled, and trumped.

Antonia took the opportunity to smack Frank, lightly, on the back of his head.

He said, "Okay, okay, I get the message. You are smarter than I am, even though I am the one with the scholarship."

Since everyone was in a good mood, Tony took this opportunity to advise Vincent and Donna about the happenings of the previous week. He told Donna that it was her father's wish that she not be told about her mother's heart attack and both of them not be told about the harrowing experience and Annarosa would never remember. 

Vincent and Donna were both in a rage by the end of the story. They were not angry with their parents, for keeping this story from them until after the wedding. However, they were angry as hell at the FBI, for their incompetence in keeping track of Tony and Rose. They would gladly join their parents the following morning, for the interviews with the print and TV journalists, which were being planned. Donna had a double reason to be angry; because it was both her mother and her child. She immediately took out her cell phone and called her father to check on the condition of both our loved ones. When her father answered the phone, he was playing with Annarosa and Donna could hear her giggle over the phone. It made her heart swell with happiness to hear her child was safe and happy. Her father told her that her mother would be home in a day or so after more tests were completed at the hospital. He was in no rush to bring her home, because he wanted to be sure she was healthy, and the longer she was in the hospital the higher the amount he was going to sue the FBI. He had already contacted an attorney that handled cases like this, and was chomping at the bit to get his chance at mangling the FBI and the Justice Department in court.

When brunch was finished and all the goodbyes were said, Celeste suggested an intimate dinner for 12, in a private dining room, at a restaurant she knew very well in the old section of Milan. 

Everyone agreed to it and dinner was set for 7 PM that evening. After that everyone adjourned to their own rooms, for their own purposes; some for sex, some for rest, some for both.

Gloria said to her husband, "Frank looked very happy this morning; don't you think?"

"I think he looked happier than his bride, to tell you the truth. I think the change in her is absolutely astounding. I do not know how or why it happened, but Frank is enjoying it immensely. He is thinking about becoming a father for the first time. I know when it happened to me, I was walking on air. If bubble wrap had been invented when you were pregnant I would have wrapped you in it to keep you safe. Frank has always protected Toni before, however, watch how he treats her for the next seven or eight months. If anybody touches her, they should fear for their lives."

"I remember how you treated me, Philip. I thought it was very cute, and very gentlemanly of you. I also thought you were overreacting quite a bit. However, I never thought we would only have one child. I always thought we would have a group of them running through our home. I hope you were not disappointed with me."

"How could I ever be disappointed with you? You gave me Frank; a son any man would die to call his own. You have badgered and bullied me for more than 33 years. I am still with you, because I love you so. My hair has gone from black to gray, because I have had to listen to the countless stories of your soap operas, when I come home from work. Do I complain; No! Why, because you are a great cook. I can tune you out while I am eating the fabulous meals you have made me. You have been frugal to the point of being cheap. Why; because I have not given you any money to spend, during all the years our marriage. Any woman who could put up with me, for all those years, with all your faults is the perfect woman for me. How could I ever be disappointed with you?"

Gloria had listened intently, as her husband rambled on, and when he finished she politely said, "You, my darling husband, are going to be eating poisoned food for the rest of your life. Thanks to the great deal of money, that it is in "My Checking Account," and our new satellite antenna, I will be watching my soap operas every day. You are no longer working, so you will be watching them with me, even if I have to handcuff you to the couch."

"Are we getting kinky in our old age, Gloria?"

"You may be an old man, at 57, Philip. However you keep forgetting that I am nine years younger than you are. Even though you still look good for a man of your advanced years, and declining mental aptitude, you continue to forget that I am nearly 10 years younger than you are. For the lack of two months, I could say I was 11 years younger than you are. My youthful age and appearance still gets stared at by younger men, because my breasts are still high on my chest, my hips are narrow, and my ass is tighter than you are with money. As for my mental acuity; you have not won an argument with me in all the years we have been married. Do not believe you are going to win one, any time soon."

"Madam, you need a lesson in humility. I am going to take you into the bedroom and show you that an old man can teach an over the hill, 48 year old woman, some tricks she has never encountered before."

"Where would a man, of your advanced age, have learned any new tricks?"

"The new antenna picks up programs that you would not believe my dear. Some of it is extremely educational. If you reach adulthood, I may let you watch a few of the programs. However, until you do, you will have to learn them from me."

"I hope you are a good teacher, because I hate learning things secondhand."

"The second hand does have something to do with this lesson dear; however, you are getting ahead of yourself. Let's take a shower and get into bed, and we will start out with the first-hand."

"Do you see what I mean Philip; you still have not advanced out of the dark ages. With you it is still, 'the bed, the bed, the bed.' Do you realize that in all the years of our marriage, we have not taken advantage of the couch, the kitchen table, the countertop, the bathroom vanity, the shower, or even the out of doors, to make love? Someone should slap you over the head and broaden your mind as to the possibilities of other places to live carnal knowledge of your wife, and lover; who, in your case, had better be me."




Why I Hated The Guy From The FBI Ch. 12



"I now know where Antonia's demeanor went to; and I do not believe I am going to be happy with that exchange at all. I am going to call my son in the morning and ask him how to deal with you. I can hear his laugh beginning already. I will ask him if he has room to take his mother in to live with him, or if you won't go, I will."

"Just remember, Philip, I get half of everything, including your pension, for the rest of my life, regardless if I get remarried or not. I think I will find some nice young the Italian boy, right after we get divorced, of course, and train him in the art of making love; Gloria style."

"This is Italy, Gloria. It is very hard to get a divorce here, and you are also Catholic, which means you may never remarry again."

"I never said anything about getting married, I said I was going to get a nice young Italian boy and teach them how to make love to me, my way."

"Gloria, go into the house and prepare to make love to your husband."

"No, I will not go inside. It is a beautiful afternoon, and I am going to enjoy this sunny day. If you want to make love, we can do it right here."

"Are you out of your mind, someone could walk by and see you."

"I don't care, do you?"

"Gloria, you talk a good show, but I can hear you screaming already if someone walks by, and sees you naked."

"Try me Philip, and we will see who screams first."

Philip grabbed his wife by her long red hair and kissed her fiercely on her lips. He said, "You heard all those wild and romantic stories, at the bridal shower. Now you want some of the same for yourself. I will do everything I can to make the event, live up to your memories." 

"My goodness Philip, your brain still works. Does that other part of you still work?"

"It has never failed you, yet, darling and the more practice it gets the better he will get."

"In that case, let me blow him up, and see how big he gets this time."

They lay down together in a field of columbine flowers less than 50 feet from their home, and along the edge of the grapevines. They undressed each other with care and initiated their love play as longtime partners and lovers do. Each knew the spots that turned the other one on and also the ones and would cause a tickle and a giggle and a 'don't you dare.' 

Philip would not let go of Gloria's hair. She wanted to play outside, so he wanted some control over her at the beginning. He kissed her face and her cheeks and her jaw and her lips. He looked deep into her eyes, drifted south to her neck, and started to suck hard on the area, just above the Adams Apple.

Gloria yelled, "No, you rotten bastard, everyone will see it."

He looked at her and said, "Here you are, lying in a field of flowers, naked as the day you were born, where anyone could walk by and see you, and you are worried about someone seeing a 'Hickey?'"

"You are supposed to be a man not a boy. Only children give each other love bites. It is not to mark ownership, or to prove personal property. You did that to embarrass me tonight at dinner, so everyone would know we made love."

"Gloria, what do you think everyone else is doing right now?"

"I do not care what everyone else is doing right now, we will discuss that later. Right now you had better make up for what you have done to me."

"I am going to ass fuck you, right here in the open. I am going to make you scream so loud they are going to hear you at Philips house."

"We have never done that before, Philip. Why would you pick now to try something like that?"

"I have dreamed about doing this with you for years, and never had the courage to do anything about it. Now, you have started a whole new game for us to play. You wanted to play outside, I am going to play inside, just in a different hole."

"Okay husband, let's rock each other's world."

Philip could not believe what he had just heard, but he smiled down at his wife and kissed her, released her hair and moved down her body to the triangle of life. He pulled her thighs over his shoulders, as his mouth and tongue drove directly into her slot.

Gloria was holding herself up on her forearms, until her headshot backwards, because Philip nipped at her clit, and when she didn't react as he wanted her to, he bit it with meaning. She screamed and had her first orgasm, as he continued to torture her magic-button without letup. When Gloria came the second time, her arms could no longer hold her and she fell back to the ground. 

Philip straddled one of her left leg, and turned her onto her hip as he plunged his manhood deep inside her. He held her right leg skyward, and pumped into her like a piston.

All Gloria could do was grunt every time he hit bottom. He was very rarely like this at home. It might happen two or three times a year; normally after a very bad day at work, or a union meeting. However, he had not been like this in several years; and she loved it. Her man was taking control, and she liked being taken care of, by him.

He kept pummeling her with his dick, and kissing her calf, while licking and sucking each of her toes, until he felt her start to squeeze him with her Kegel muscles. He moved his hips in a wide circular motion, and pinched her clit between his thumb and forefinger. As her hips rose off the floor, and her elbows dug into the earth, he saw her inhale a large breath and hold it. Seconds later, she exploded, and he heard a yell, which could have awoken the entire Po Valley of Italy.

He slowed down his movements and awaited her return to this plane of existence. Her consciousness left this one; even if it were ever so brief a time. Gloria's eyes were open, smiling, but unseeing, with a halo of flowers around her hair. Frank's moved his hand around her smooth stomach, gently warming the area, and summoning her home to him. Soon a hand clutched his and he said, "Welcome home, sailor. Did you have a nice trip?"

"It was a wonderful trip Philip. I wish it could have been a trip for two."

"It was Gloria. Looking at you like that made my heart leap with joy."

Gloria realized that Frank was still moving within her still hard as a rock. She said, "Frank, you didn't cum?"

"No Gloria, you must remember I am old and feeble, according to some people. It takes me a long time to get there."

"In that case if there is enough lubrication, why don't you try the rear entry approach, you have wanted for so long?"

"Gloria we will save that for another day. I do not want to hurt you."

"Philip, we will not wait for another day, we will do it now. Get your act in gear and tell me what you need me to do to help you."

"There are two ways to do this: one with the woman on her knees, the other with a woman lying on her back as you are now. Most men do it with a woman on her knees so they can grab her tits, while they are doing it. I would rather look at you, while we are doing it. I do not know if there is a physical difference doing it either way, but that is the way I would like to do it."

"We will do It Your Way, Philip. What do I have to do?"

He kissed her and said, "Grab your legs behind your knees, pull them up to your chest, and then as wide as you can hold them."

Gloria got into position, looked down and joked, "I am wide open down there?"

"I believe that is the point, my dear. Now, hold on tight, because I am going to add some lubrication."

Gloria nodded, and Frank's tongue drove straight into her ass hole and another scream could be heard around the valley. Gloria also knocked Philip out of position, because it looked like she had been hit by a bolt of lightning.

"Philip you should have told me you were going to do that."

"I told you I was going to add lubrication, didn't I?"

"I did not know you were going to do it with your tongue. You have never done that before, either."

"I have now. If you would please resume the position, before he loses his position." Philip said pointing to his erection.

Gloria said, "Oh, okay I'll do that right now."

Philip said again, "I am going to add lubrication Gloria." He watched as his tongue hit the little star and it disappeared instantly. He put two fingers of his right hand into Gloria's 'love box', and his thumb on her buzzer and watched her relax for a second before the little star appeared again. His tongue reached out, licked it, and tried to enter into it. It did not work. It took several minutes of gentle coaxing and making her come vaginally, by using his magic fingers, for her to open up anally to him. He was determined to make this as pleasant and experience for her as possible. In a world where all his buddies walked around telling jokes about how they got paid "half in cash and half in ass," or "how he got laid on the third call, because he got a little 'behind' on the second call." Philip was one who believed in the sanctity of marriage and the vows he had taken at the altar. He knew he was not a saint and did not judge men by his own, or society standards. He lived, what some mogul, with light blonde hair, which does not move in the wind, calls "a little life." He loved his country, and served it in a war that was not popular. He married a girl that he met under the most unbelievable of circumstances. He had seen things as a plumber that he could have reported to the authorities and had plenty of big time mobsters put away forever. He did not because he knew better than to become involved. It might not have been the right thing to do; however it was the right thing to do for him, and his young family.

Frank plunged his dick to Gloria's steaming cunt and drilled her until she was breathing hard. Her eyes were glistening and he looked into them and said, "It is time."

"Shut up and do it, my arms are getting tired."

"Bitch, bitch, bitch; all you ever do is bitch." He lined up the head of his dick and pressed it against the pink star, which for some reason did not disappear. He started pressing in to her and said, "Try to push me out Gloria; push me out."

They made a good team; she tried to push him out and the head of his dick popped right into her asshole.

Gloria's reaction was, "Oh shit!"

Philip laughed, "Go ahead, I dare you."

"Very funny, Philip, can I let my legs go now, my arms are tired?"

"Yes, put them by my shoulders, and hold on."

"Please go nice and easy, sir. I was a virgin there, until seconds ago."

"A virgin at your age, you should be ashamed of yourself."

"When was the next time you thought you were going to get laid, you prick?"

"We will discuss your insult, after I am finished with you madam."

Philip started pressing himself into her bowels more deeply; centimeter by centimeter, inch by inch, until, at last, his pubic hairs were touching hers. It was easy to tell them apart, because the colors did not match.

"Philip if you go another inch I'm going to start gargling."

"That is all I have for you, there is no more of me to give."

He started with strokes that were so small they were immeasurable. However, within minutes the strokes were so long he was actually leaving her body and then pounding back inside her. Philip had Gloria's legs pressed against his chest and all his movements were with his hips alone. Wherever his hips when Gloria's hips went with them. He was in a zone, enjoying where he was and who he was with to the maximum. He kept hearing someone outside yelling, "Yes, yes, yes," but he did not know or care who it was. He kept driving as hard and as fast as he could; he did not know or care if there was a finish line. He kept driving himself forward to this continuous sound of the word, "Yes."

He felt something clutch his stomach. His leg muscles stiffened and he let out a wild yell of release as he came. He fell over on his side still holding Gloria's legs to his chest. He said to her, "Gloria it was fantastic!"

She replied, "Yes!"

They fell asleep, where they lay, under the bright afternoon Italian sun, without a care in the world.

They woke up as a cool breeze blew by them, and as the sun was going down. They were covered by blankets, and had glasses of water next to them, with a note saying, "We did not want you to get sunburned."

Gloria looked at Frank and said, "Oh well!"

He replied, "Look at the upside. We did not have to look at them."

"It was not nice filming them Philip. It was a very private moment for them, and I can guarantee you, they were not expecting company."

"Celeste, you must agree that we went over there, because we heard a scream. How were we to know that it was a scream of passion in the middle of the afternoon?"

Celeste put her hands on her hips, raised an eyebrow at him, pursed her lips and said, "What else could it be Philip? You just wanted to see who it was, hoping it was some lovely young girl, cavorting around in the nude. Are you sure you want to get married. I can always leave and you can go back to picking up girls at your gun club."

"Celeste, looking is like breathing, I have to do it. If I do not look you cannot enjoy. I love looking at all beautiful things; I love looking at beautiful young girls the most. I will only be touching one of them but I love looking at all of them."

"You had better keep it to looking Mr. Castronova, because if your future Mrs. catches you doing anything else, she is going to turn your blood into wine, by using one of your presses."

"May I remind you Miss Mesner, you are the one that is stalling? You are the one that said not before July 1. I am ready right now. I will tie the knot with you tomorrow. Tonight if you want to do it that quickly. What is keeping you from making that decision, Miss Mesner?"

"You promised not to push me Philip. Please do not do it. I moved our wedding up 18 months from my original timeline. If that is not good enough for you, then maybe you should look for someone else."

"Celeste, you so tense and upset all the time; you take everything so seriously, where we used to be able to joke about these things. Are you feeling all right, is there anything I am supposed to know?"

"It has nothing, and you are going to laugh at me, but it has nothing."

"I would rather laugh with you, then to worry every time I am talking with you about something, and have you fly off the handle. Tell me what is wrong and let me help you get through it."

"I have to have a physical."

"Why do you have to have a physical, are you all right?"

"I am the head of all these corporations and companies. The insurance companies demand that I have a physical every year, because the companies have policies worth millions on me."

"Okay, you are not sick. You have to go to a doctor, or a hospital, or wherever, and have a physical. They take your blood pressure, your temperature, they check your ears nose and throat. They do a chest x-ray. Physical is over. Am I correct?"

"I can see that you are not the head of any major corporation. All of the above is correct. Then you add MRIs, CAT scans and anything else that the insurance company wants or deems necessary. Last year I told one of their vice presidents that he had a bug up his ass; and because of that statement I wound up getting a colonoscopy included in my physical. I cannot wait to see what other indignities they are going to put me through this year."

"Where do you have to go to take this physical?"

"Geneva."

"When do you have to go, and would you like me to go with you?

"No, you cannot go with me, because if they find out I am getting married, they will want me to take more tests that I have to this year. I will take them next year, but I do not want to have them added this year. As far as the date is concerned, they are arranging the date now, but it will be before the 20th of the month. They are allowed a total of five hours of my time. After that they have to pay me my hourly wage."

"Do I want to know what it is?"

"Philip, please don't ask me that question, the answer will only get you ill."

"Go ahead, I can handle it."

"I have $100 that says you cannot."

"You have a bet."

"Okay, you asked for it."

"How am I going to know if you are telling the truth?"

"I will not tell you, I will let Marlon tell you, over the phone."

"That man would do anything for you and you know it."

"Marlon would do anything for me, except lie."

"What do I have to do to win?"

"Stand still."

"Okay, call the man, and I will show you that your future husband is worth his weight in grapes."

Celeste picked up her cell phone, called Marlon, and advised him what was going on. Then she handed the phone to Philip.

He wanted to make sure Marlon was going to answer the question truthfully. Philip asked Celeste if he could ask him a couple of preliminary questions first. 

Celeste said it was fine with her.

Philip asked, "Marlon, how much Celeste way at birth?"

Marlon: "5 lbs. 2 oz."

Philip: Who popped Celeste's cherry?

Celeste screamed from across the room, "I am going to kill you, you obnoxious prick."

Marlon answered, "Lance Albright, at the age of 17."

Philip: What is Celeste's hourly wage?

Marlon: Madam's wage last year was $240,384.63 per hour.

There was a thud, and then no sound at the other end of the phone.

"Madam, is he all right? Madam, I have asked repeatedly not to do that to people."

"Marlon, I warned him, and he looked me square in the face and said he could take. He even bet me $100 that he could. He was better than the rest of them, he did not pass out. He just dropped the phone and walked away. I will not ask you how you knew about Lance Albright, because he was someone I wanted to forget."

"Madam, is there anything else I can do for you this evening, you have interrupted a very interesting rubber a bridge."

"Marlon, I asked you if you were busy. Why didn't you just say that you were and I would have hung up?"

"I am here to take care of you Madam, until someone replaces me. When that happens you call me, then I will tell you I am too busy to speak to you, and you can hang up."

"Marlon, I have a favor to ask of you. Would it be okay with you to do me the honor of walking me down the aisle, at my wedding?"

"Celeste, I would walk across the Antarctic continent to do that with you."

"That is the very first time you have called me by my given name; thank you dad.

"Celeste, I am not..."

Celeste closed her cell phone, before Marlon could finish his sentence. He had been more of a father to her, than any other man, in her life. She wanted to think of him as her father, because of the kind of man he is; the kind of man any child would be proud to have as a parent. 

Now she had to go and play mommy to revive Philips ego. He was standing on the balcony of their bedroom wondering; "How does one person make a year's salary for five people in one hour, without going to work every day." 

"Philip, are you in there, and can I have my $100 now please?"

"No, I think I left when Marlon gave me that number. No one makes that amount of money per hour, and looks like you. As far as your $100 is concerned, are you sure you will recognize a denomination that small?"

Yes Philip, I will recognize it, and you must pay it as a matter of honor."

After he gave her his $100, she continued, "You must remember I did not do any of this by myself. My father put all of this together. Much of what he did was illegal, but he never got caught doing it. By the time he died, I was worth $7 billion. I did not know what to do with myself, or what I had to do to stay that way. I did not want to keep the people my father used, because I felt they would rob me blind. I did what President Kennedy did; I found the best and the brightest people in the world; paid them ungodly amounts of money to leave the people they worked for, and handle my affairs for me. I made enemies of the people who worked for my father, because I fired them. However, my people were smarter than they were, and bunches of them are now in jail, for various amounts of time. 




Why I Hated The Guy From The FBI Ch. 12



The firms I kept from my father's regime are more loyal to me than they were to him, because they saw what I did to the others. I have made everyone I hired a multi-millionaire. Those millionaires have added to my wealth by over $9 billion. Sometimes, I do not think I am paying them enough."

"Celeste, are you sure you want to marry a dirt farmer? Basically, that is what I am. I could embarrass you in public, when you have to go to your corporate balls, or to meet the president of a country, who would like you to pay off their national debt."

"Philip, you are the most handsome dirt farmer I know. Yes I want to marry you. Whenever we go to a corporate ball, or to meet the president of a country, you will not embarrass me. I will be on your arm, as your wife. It is going to be Mister and Misses. Philip Castronova. If anyone has anything negative to say about it, their bosses will not allow it to be said in public. They will not want the backlash, which will follow, from their stockholders. I promise you I will do nothing to hurt them. It will come from outside pressure, not from me."

"Celeste, can you get me some cuttings from the Rothschild's Vineyards."

"Philip, are you taking advantage of my money and power now?"

"I was just kidding, I think."

"Philip, I can do anything you want because I love you. Just be sure that you really want it before you ask me."

"I will never take advantage of you, your money, or your power, because I love you too much Celeste."

"It is after 5 o'clock, and we have guests to meet at the restaurant at 7 o'clock, and I will not be late. ' I' am going to take a shower and get dressed. You may go and take your shower after I am done. There will be no fooling around in the middle."

"You drive a very hard bargaining woman. However, this time I will let you get away with it."

As everyone sat down in their private dining room, Celeste brought out a friend and the chef for the evening. She introduced her friend, Anre Accorde, their chef for the evening. She told them she had flown him in from Prague, for the evening, to end this perfect weekend for Frank and Antonia's wedding. She explained that Anre is a five star Michelin chef, and he would make everyone his signature dishes, and there would be no menus this evening. She let Anre explain what he would be serving, and everyone's mouth was watering.

The appetizers were brought out, and the conversations began. Philip Castronova told the tale of these two people he came about this afternoon, while he and Celeste were horseback riding. They had heard a scream, while riding in his vineyards. They went to investigate, in case there was an accident. They found a couple in the heat of passion, outdoors, oblivious to everything around them. He took his cell phone and filmed the entire episode, until the exhausted couple fell asleep on the flowers. The sun was very bright and they did not want the couple to become sunburned, as they slept. They went into their home and retrieved two blankets. They placed them over the exhausted couple. They placed two glasses of water near them, and a note saying they did not want them to get sunburned, as they slept. He was thinking of putting it on YouTube, to show the younger generation that adults make love with passion and tenderness, also.

Gloria and Phil sank in their seats, and everyone noticed.

Frank looked at his mother and father and said, "It is about time you to let loose. What did you do to him mom; hold a gun to his head?"

"No Frank, I made a fantasy of his come true, and that is all I am going to say about that subject."

Gloria said, "Mr. Castronova, if you wish to live, until July, to marry your beautiful young woman, you will either give us the recorded material, or you will die of wine poisoning."

Antonia Gennaro said, "What has happening here. It used to be me that did all the threatening and fighting. Now, everyone else is having all the fun and I have to sit here like a bump on a log. I am going to have a long talk with the Bishop. I am no fun anymore."

Frank kissed her on top of her head and said, "For three hours this afternoon, you were more fun than anyone in this room could have handled."

And jumped in and said, "Don't you bet on it. Charlie has more stamina then you can possibly imagine. He may not be as long as you, but I guarantee you he has you beaten in width."

Tony Caruso laughed. "Take out the measuring tape folks; we are about to have a pissing contest."

Donna joined the fray and said, "Why is everyone leaving Vincent out of this contest?"

Antonia replied, "You forget Donna, I have seen Vincent, and he does not measure up."

Tony looked at his daughter and said, "How did you see your brother's member?"

Antonia looked at Frank and asked, "Are you going to protect me from my father?"

"In this case, wife, I will."

"It is about time you develop a spine, you wimp."

Rose looked at her husband and asked, "Anthony, are you sure you really want to know?"

"Am I going to have to get drunk after I find out, or should I start now?"

Rose replied, "Now would be good Anthony. As a matter of fact, now would be an excellent time to start."

Tony drank a full glass of wine, and said, "Go ahead Antonia, I am starting to fortify myself."

"You bought me a wonderful new telephone that had the capability of transmitting signals directly to my computer. I put it in Vincent's room to learn about sex."

Tony poured himself another glass of wine, and downed it, quickly.

"One day, he brought home a black haired, green eyed beauty, who is now the mother of your grandchild. I watched live and in color as he penetrated her virginity, and impregnated her with Annarosa. It was beautiful to watch and they were beautiful together. Donna was the most stunning woman I had ever seen, dressed or naked. Vincent's prick was long and straight. However, it was no match for Frank's length, which means it is not a match for the width of Charlie's. That is how I saw my brothers' member, as you put it." "That was not so bad, Rose. I would not have to get myself drunk, over something as innocent as that. If Vincent had tried to take advantage of Antonia, then I would have had to kill her."

"Me, why me," Antonia shouted. "You just said if Vincent tried to take advantage of me, you were going to kill me. It makes no sense."

"I could do without a daughter, but I need a male heir, to continue the family bloodline."

Everyone at the table broke into laughter, waiting for Antonia to explode. However, she fooled them again. She closed her eyes, put her head on Frank's shoulder, and whispered, "Help me, before I kill him, and break my vow to God."

Frank moved his chair back from the table, picked her up and put her on his lap, facing away from her father. He rubbed her back, kissed her ears and face, and slipped his right hand under her dress. He moved it up her thigh to her pussy and rubbed it gently, until he felt her start to moisten her panties.

She moaned, "Frank, stop there are people all around us, people I care about."

"They care about you too, baby. Keep your eyes closed and go with the feeling until you relax completely."

"I am never wearing panties again, when we go out together."

"I hope that is not a threat, because I just got an erection when you said it."

"God, Frank, I am almost there. Go faster, please."

A few short seconds later, she bit his jacket, to suppress her moan, clamped her legs around his hand, and came." It took less than three minutes for Frank to calm her down and get her to cum.

Celeste smiled at Antonia and asked, "Was it good for you, midget." "I did not have to kill my father, and yes it was very good."

Everyone at the table applauded her honesty."

Dinner continued and each dish, from soup through dessert was better than the one before it.

As they relaxed with coffee and an aperitif, the subject of the next afternoon's interviews began. Celeste told everyone that her lawyers would start to brief them at 10 AM. Suits and dresses with the order of the day, and they were to follow the script they were given to the letter. Do not let the interviewers bait them and get them angry. She directed this especially at Tony. She told him that the FBI would love nothing more than to see him lose his temper on screen, and have all the print media say that a supposed "Mafia Don" had lost his temper, while being interviewed live.

Frank had two exams in the morning, and would just make it to the interviews. Antonia had one early in the morning. She would be at the briefing, which was exceedingly important.

Rose asked Celeste about taking care of a large amount of money for her and Anthony, while the recession was going on. She advised Celeste there was just one problem. 

Celeste asked, "What is the problem?"

"It is in cash."

Celeste looked at rose and said, "Oh that is a problem. Is it safe where is it?"

Tony answered, "Yes, it is very safe."

"Let me talk to my people and have them figure out a way to move that amount of cash into a secure investment for you. It may have to be moved slowly, but I am sure there will be away to do it. Approximately how much do you want to invest?"

Rose looked at Anthony and replied, "30?"

Celeste nodded her head and said, "Let me look into it."

Charlie listened to this conversation and knew that he had hit the mother lode of evidence against Anthony Caruso. However, he was no longer an FBI agent, the money was no longer in the United States, and these people talked in front of him, as a friend. They knew what he was before, and if they thought for a moment that he would betray them, this discussion would never have taken place. In good conscience, he could not betray their trust. It only gnawed at him for a moment, before he put it aside, and looked at everyone around the table, again, as his friends.

Antonia and Frank began their first exams at 8 o'clock in the morning. Frank finished his first, and started studying for his second exam. When Antonia finished hers she went straight to the studio, and the briefing with the lawyers.

Frank's second test started at 10 AM. This one was a stone cold bitch. He did not finish it, until the final bell rang. He grabbed a cab and went straight to the studio. He received a quick briefing, when he arrived, but was requested to stay quiet, unless a question was asked directly to him.

At 2:05 PM in Italy, it is 8:05 AM on the East Coast of the US. The interview was being carried live on CNN, and CNBC. Print reporters from Reuters, the New York Times, and many other print media were there to ask questions and cover this story. It was being handled like a presidential news conference, because it involved the FBI, the Justice Department, and a supposed "Mob Boss." 

Marco Mancuso was in the New York studios and the questions started with him, about the health of his wife, whom he said, "Was just released from the hospital after seven days of intensive care," which was caused by FBI surveillance while she was pushing a baby carriage with his granddaughter in it. The agents followed her so closely, and on every side of her, she feared for her life, and had a heart attack. She fell to the ground and the carriage, with her granddaughter in it, careened down the hill. If it were not for the heroic efforts, of a young mother, with a baby of her own, in her arms, his granddaughter, Annarosa, would be dead. Her carriage would have entered a very busy intersection, and undoubtedly would have been hit by at least one car or truck, and more than likely, by several."

A reporter from the Reuters news service asked, "Why was this surveillance necessary?"

Marco replied, "Why would the FBI have eight agents watch a 60-year-old grandmother, push her four month old granddaughter, down a crowded street? The reason is they lost track of Anthony Caruso, the baby's grandfather. It would be better if you asked him what happened."

The reporter did exactly as requested. "Mr. Caruso, why was the FBI tracking you?"

"The FBI believes that I am a nefarious mob boss. I am no such thing. I own a roofing business. I pay my taxes every year. I live in a middle- income neighborhood and have for almost 23 years. I have a mortgage that runs for seven more years; and a three-year-old car. If I were what they say I am, I would run around like Mr. Gotti. I would wear $3000 suits and drive around in a limousine, all the time. I do drive in a limousine, every now and again, because I have business clients I have to entertain. However, that is it. When I found out the FBI was investigating me, I had a security company check my house, and they found over 15 listening devices in it. I was not pleased, and I gave the devices back to them. I decided when I was going on vacation, to give the FBI a detailed list of my itinerary. I told them I was going to my daughter's wedding, what time I was leaving my house, my flight number, my destination, where I was staying, my flight return number, and the date I would return home. I gave all this information to agent Appleby, and to the assistant director of the Northeast region, Mr. Ed Cross. When American Airlines changed my flight time and number, I called Miss Appleby and gave her not only the time and flight number changes, I also gave her the name of the agent I talked to, her ID number and her extension, so she could verify the information.

I had been open and above board, with the FBI. However, when we were in route to Milan our aircraft developed engine problems, and we had to divert to the Shannon airport, in Ireland. We barely made it. One engine was out, and the second engine, according to the pilot, was running hot. You can check that with American Airlines. When we landed at Shannon, and my family and I were placed in the British Airway lounge. My daughter, Antonia, has a friend by the name of Celeste Mesner. She happened to have an aircraft flying friends of hers, from California, to Milan, for my daughter's wedding. Her aircraft was one hour behind our aircraft. Miss Mesner was able to contact her pilot, and had him divert him to Shannon, and pick us up. He made arrangements, with American Airlines to deliver our bags, after the aircraft arrived in Milan. It was no secret to anyone, where we were going, because our bags arrived at our hotel, the next day. We were going to our daughter's wedding. The FBI knew this, from day one. We told them. We gave them our itinerary. We told American Airlines, in Shannon, what to do with our bags. We gave them the aircraft ID number we were flying on. We gave them our arrival time, and the airport we would be landing at. We kept nothing from the FBI. Instead of following up on the information we gave American Airlines, when we left for Milan, they harassed a 60-year-old grandmother, causing her to have a heart attack, and they nearly killed my granddaughter. I can guarantee you; if my granddaughter had died Mrs. Caruso would have died also, when she found out."

"Do you have proof of what you told the FBI, both at home and at Shannon airport?"

"A package of everything I have told you will be given to you at the end of this news conference. American Airlines will be able to verify everything I have told you, because they have copies of it at Shannon airport. The tickets I have will show you I departed from Kennedy airport, and I am supposed to depart from Milan, this Saturday and arrive Sunday morning at Kennedy airport. My lawyers tell me I should stay longer, because the FBI may want to arrest me, just to get even with me for suing them. On behalf of my son and daughter, and Mrs. Mancuso, Marco Mancuso and I are going to be suing the Justice Department, the Federal Bureau of Investigation, and American Airlines in the amount of $1 billion. We are also looking into the possibility of having charges brought against the Department of Justice, The FBI, The Special Agents in Charge, and the field agents involved in the criminal investigations against Mr. Mancuso and me, with criminal violations of the law. We are also suing them for: Child Endangerment and possibly, Attempted Murder, in the case of Mrs. Angelina Mancuso."

The buzz that went around the room was deafening. The noise lasted for several minutes. When the questions resumed, they went to Vincent and Donna, as the parents of Annarosa. 

Donna was absolutely brilliant. She was able to cry on cue, as she told about the horror of hearing about her mother having a heart attack, and her daughter, Annarosa, rolling down a hill, towards very busy intersection, out of control.

When they finished questioning Donna and Vincent, they jumped to Frank, because he was a former FBI agent. They asked, "Mr. Gennaro what do you think of the actions of your former FBI comrades."

Frank had been thinking about his last meeting with his FBI supervisors, at which he was told to "MAN UP!" When they asked him this question he was ready. "I think their actions were detestable. They did not follow one procedure, by the book. That is why the book was written. You always follow procedure. If you have something to go by, you go buy it first. Then you go to the second lead. You never go to the second lead first. They blew it and they know it. You will not get a comment out of an FBI Special Agent in Charge, until they settle this thing out of court or in court if they dare. When Congress gets a hold of them, and the Members start asking the tough questions, these people are going to run for cover, like you have never seen before. They are going to blame the people doing the groundwork. They will say it is not a Special Agent in Charge's fault. They are going to blame the agents; which is a bunch of bullshit. They always blame the people that do the work. The men and women of the Bureau that do the backbreaking groundwork are following the orders that come down from the office. They never do anything they are not ordered to do. If they followed Mrs. Mancuso from 20 feet behind her, I can guarantee you they were ordered to do it, in writing, by their SAIC. Orders come down from on high, to perform a particular operation. If someone lost track of Anthony Caruso, it wasn't the agents fault. It was some idiot supervisors fault, because they couldn't get their heads out of their asses, and allow the agents to perform their duties properly. There are too many political appointees, in the Bureau, and they could not spot a criminal, if they were having their wallets stolen. The only decent person I know in the Bureau's hierarchy, right now, is Ed Cross. He watches out for his people and he gives them good, direct orders, with the flexibility to react to changing situations, on the ground. When he found out one of his Special Agents in Charge directed his field agents to check 5 million turkeys, in the New York City area for drugs, before the Thanksgiving holiday, he sent the SAIC to Bellevue Hospital for observation. He told this supervisor that he was out of his fucking mind. Then he told his men to disregard that order. Those are the type of orders you get from a politically appointed supervisor; and you wonder sometimes why the Bureau underperforms."

"Mr. Gennaro, that sounds like you are expanding upon the truth or outright lying to us. No one would ask 50 men to check 5 million turkeys."

"Sir, Mr. Cross is the assistant director of the Northeast region. Ask him, or the 50 agents that received the order to check those turkeys. Then you can come back and apologize, for calling me a liar."

"Mrs. Gennaro, we understand that you made all the FBI agents attend your wedding, the wedding reception, and the brunch the day afterwards. Would you explain to us, why you felt that was necessary?"

"You have been listening to all the horror stories the FBI has put Donna's mother and child through. It was all because they could not find out where my dad was. I was not going to let that happen again. I am only going to get married once, in my lifetime. This was a very special weekend for my husband and me. I did not want the FBI to fuck up again. I ordered them to be inside the church, inside the reception, and to the brunch, so they could witness each event and keep an eye on my dad, at the same time. My father is a good and decent businessman. He works hard for each dime he makes. The FBI has a bug up their ass, about Italian men. If he were of Middle Eastern decent, the press would call it racial profiling. We are Italian, so we have to be associated with the Mafia. I am married to a former FBI Agent, who is of Italian heritage; isn't he a member of the Mafia also? How did they allow him into the Bureau? Another one of my friends is a former FBI agent. Charles Gomes is part Italian and part Puerto Rican. Doesn't that make him a triple threat? He has to be part of the Mafia; and also part of the Puerto Rican Separatist movement. He must want to blow up every federal building in the country, and secretly thinking about assassinating the president of the United States, also. How could they possibly let him into the Bureau? Let's not forget Black men, Orientals and the American Indians. We all know what J. Edgar Hoover thought about them. I wonder how any of them were ever allowed into the Bureau. How about the Irish? Aren't they all members of the Irish Republican Army? How do they let the Irish into the Bureau? If it were up to J. Edgar Hoover, the Bureau would be run by White Anglo-Saxon Protestants and Mormons.




Why I Hated The Guy From The FBI Ch. 12



Neither Donna's, nor my family has any known associate that are part of any criminal activity that we know about. However, the FBI insists that we are associated with some criminal organization. Donna's father, Mr. Marco Mancuso leaves for work at 5 o'clock every morning. He goes to his cement factory and returns home at 5 o'clock in the evening. He is under suspicion for being a Mafia member. You should see him when he returns home from work. He is covered in cement dust, from the top of his head to the bottom of his shoes. He looks exactly what you would expect a Mafioso to look like when he comes home, 'a ghost.' His only crime is; he is Italian and he owns a cement factory. The FBI is chasing stories from the 50s and 60s, because it is convenient for their masters to take attention away from their current problems. Drugs are coming in from South America, and they cannot stop them. Italians are not born and raised in Columbia, Venezuela, Bolivia, or Peru. It is an inconvenient truth, but it is the truth, that this country has a drug problem, and the FBI has to blame it on someone. They look to the past and they say, "Let's blame it on the Mafia. It will make for good headlines."

"Mr. Caruso, are you going to return to the United States, next Sunday morning?"

"As of this moment, yes I am. My lawyers have advised me not to return home, for my own safety. They want me to wait, until after we file the lawsuit against the Justice Department, the FBI, and American Airlines. After that, they will allow me to return to the United States, because we will be able to show cause, to any judge, why the FBI might be using their power, to put me in jail."

"When will you be certain of your plans?"

He smiled and said "I would suspect Saturday evening, at the latest."

"Thank you ladies and gentlemen; I think you all have enough information for your stories. We, as a family, appreciate your attendance at this press conference," Marco Mancuso said. 

The family did not leave the pressroom; they mixed with the reporters, thanking them for attending the conference, not knowing what was going on, and knowing they had better things to cover. They wished to thank each of them personally. The open bar, and delicious luncheon that was available, after the conference, was a nice touch, also. The lawyers had insisted on this, because they knew that reporters would take anything they could get for free, especially liquor.

The afternoon news blasted the FBI for their handling of the case, as far as Mrs. Mancuso and Annarosa were concerned. However, the real news came, on the evening news, from Capitol Hill, where senators and congressmen, from New York, demanded answers from the FBI and the Department of Justice about profiling of an Italian American citizen. They demanded to see the evidence the Bureau had against Anthony Caruso, and Marco Mancuso. If they had the evidence, why weren't these two men in jail? If they had no evidence, why were they hounding their families, to the point, that they nearly killed two innocent civilians? They wanted to know how they could lose track of a man and his family, while they were traveling, when they knew: exactly where he was going, the reason for his trip, where he was staying, when the wedding was, and the date of his return to the United States. The failure of the Bureau, in this matter, was totally in- excusable. The Senators and Congressmen called for a joint House/Senate subcommittee hearing to convene and hear evidence on this case. Everyone from the Attorney General, the Director of the FBI, the SAIC's, and the agents directly involved with this case were subpoenaed to testify. Congress would get to the bottom of this, and those who were responsible would pay with their jobs. If appropriate, individuals would be held over for Criminal Trials. 

As for the lawsuit, if the agencies were found guilty, whatever the courts decided was fair compensation, for the families of this tragedy, it would come out of the budgets of the DOJ, and the FBI.

The nightly news reports never mentioned the names of Anthony Caruso or Marco Mancuso. The lawyers and the family were ecstatic. They waited until the print media posted their stories the next day to see if they had hit a home run.

Reuters news service came out with their story first. They were complementary about the family, and compassionate about their plight. However, they had done some digging into Tony's background, and found some dirt about his dealings. The reporter said there was a 'possibility' that 'he may have had dealings, in the past, with some Mafia associates.' There was no positive proof of the matter, just innuendo and suspicion.' He continued saying, "As Mr. Caruso said during his interview, 'I am an Italian, so the FBI looks at me, and says he has to be connected, with the mob.' The reporter said, "All too often we find out, after the fact, law enforcement becomes overzealous in their prosecution of people they believe to be guilty, and are indeed innocent. In the United States, people are supposed to be innocent, until proven guilty. This may be one of those times; or it may not. Only time will tell. 'Peter Friedman reporting from Milan.'

Again, the lawyers were thrilled with this report. Tony was not happy with the suggestion that he was connected. He had hoped to be shown as absolutely clean of any involvement. Antonia said, "Close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades, dad. This report is as clean as you could have expected to get, with all your years of involvement. You should be very happy."

"Antonia, you always had a way with words. Most of them were like knives thrown, at other people's hearts. This time, your words are absolutely correct; I should be, and actually I am very happy."

Vincent said, "Dad, I think Donna and I should go home, now. It would look better for us to rush home to see her mother and our child; rather than spend another week on vacation."

"Excellent suggestion Vincent; call the airline, and change your reservation now. I am sure there will be room in first-class, for one of their two departures tonight for New York. American airlines will do anything for you, because your name is Caruso, and they know they're about to be sued."

When the New York Times, in an editorial article, hit the streets and the Internet, it was a scathing rebuke of the FBI, and their incompetence in this case. They reamed them about the case of the missing drug shipment that came through the port of Newark. They quoted Frank Gennaro, about the political appointees, becoming supervisors at the Bureau, while more qualified men were passed over for promotion. The Times asked the public, "If someone told you where they were going to be, at what time, and on what day, do you think you could find them? We believe you could. However, with the brains of the supervisory agents at the FBI, they managed to lose not only one member of a family, who was going to a wedding in Milan, but all four of the Caruso's. The wedding was announced in the local newspapers and posted on the Cathedral of Milan's website. Any idiot should have been able to find Anthony Caruso and his family, at his daughter's wedding. We believe, if the Bureau could not find Mr. Caruso, they should have been able to call one of their own former employees, and asked him. The phone call would have sounded something like this, "Frank, this is Special Agent Dummy. We have lost contact with your future father. Can you tell us where he is?" 

"Yes, Special Agent Dummy, he is in the first pew, on the left side of the aisle, in the Cathedral of Milan. He has just given me his daughter's hand in marriage. The mass is about to begin. Would you like to join us?"

I know this sounds absurd, but this is an example of what could have happened, with one simple phone call. A grandmother would not have had a heart attack; and a four-month-old infant would not have run the risk of being run over, by a motor vehicle. The Justice Department and the Federal Bureau of Investigation were totally negligent in this matter. If Mrs. Mancuso had died, because of this, someone at the Bureau should have been charged with manslaughter. If Annarosa Caruso had died, because of negligence at both, the D.O.J., and the FBI, someone at either of those agencies should have been charged with Negligent Homicide." Marlene Taft, Editorial Staff.

Both the Caruso and the Mancuso families were ecstatic with this article. It was exactly the type of press they had hoped for. From this point on, the government would have to prove their case against them, not the other way around.

Vincent and Donna departed that evening for New York, and when they arrived, the press was there to meet them. Vincent had to guard Donna on their way to the baggage area, and pleaded with them to allow his wife and him to be on their way to see their child and her mother as quickly as possible. Their pictures were headline news the next morning. It was perfect.

Tony announced that he would be returning to New York, against the wishes of his attorneys, Saturday evening as planned. He said, "If the FBI plans to arrest me, let them, and then let them prove I have done something wrong. Just like many of you, I have had to save for this wedding; and for this trip to Italy. It has not been easy, but thankfully my business is doing well. I will see you all in New York, Sunday."

At a final dinner at Phillips home, Celeste told Anthony a few things he did not know. "Anthony, I want you to listen to everything I say before you react. First, you no longer own your home in Brooklyn. Antonia and Frank own it. It is all part of your estate plan, for tax purposes. They paid you $1000 for your home, and you will continue to pay your mortgage as rent through the end of seven years. At that time, Frank and Antonia will receive those payments as your rent. Your roofing business is now a partnership, with Antonia and Vincent. Many of your assets have been moved around, into beneficial tax structures, as part of your estate plan. Do not ask me how we know about your assets, or how we did it without your signature, just know that you signed all the documents correctly, and the transfers took place last Monday." There was laughter all around the table except for Tony and Rose who were stunned.

"Second, the FBI does intend to arrest you, when you land in New York. They plan to assassinate your character, through media events, and accuse you of being a mob boss. They will provide no evidence; however, they will use enough innuendo to leave doubt in the public's mind."

"Anthony, Rose, the third one is the most important one. Do not get upset, because it is all under control. Neither of you will get to the airport terminal."

Tony looked at her, with his eyes wide open. "Are you saying they are going to attempt to assassinate us?"

"Anthony, it will not actually be the FBI."

Tony asked, "Celeste, what is going on?"

"You and Rose are going to be shot in view of the entire press corps."

Anthony roared. "I will not allow Rose to be hurt."

"It will only be a flesh wound, and where it will be, you will love to kiss it, and make it better."

"Rose, are you all right with her plan?"

"If it keeps you out of jail, Anthony, I will do it. It was the reason I asked you to bring the money to Italy."

"You people were planning this, before we got here?"

"Dad, you would have loved our original plan. What we had in store for Saturday evening, was exquisite. The feds would have gone crazy trying to figure out which one was the real you, and where you had gone."

Tony laughed. "One day, we will sit down and talk about your original plan, and I will laugh along with you. Where am I going to be shot, and how badly am I going to be hurt."

Celeste said, "It all depends whose point of view you have. There is going to be blood all over the place. To the onlookers, it is going to look like you were shot in the heart, because you will be wearing bags of blood under your jacket and shirt. Actually, you will be hit, under your left shoulder. When you feel the bullet hit you, you will hit your arm across your chest hard; fall down face first, and pop all the blood bags. You will be a mess. You will be wearing prosthesis on your neck and chest that will show that you barely have any pulse. Frank, Charlie and Philip will be at your side, with guns drawn keeping everyone away from you. Antonia, Ann, and I will be at Rose's side. Antonia will be crying, screaming and yelling. Ambulances will show up, quickly, and take you both to the hospital. Very special surgeons, doctors, and nurses will take care of you, Anthony. Rose, a plastic surgeon will take care of your flesh wound. The papers will show the assassination attempt, on the both of you, the following day, in countries all over the world. A story will leak about the FBI's intention of arresting Anthony, upon his return, and what the Bureau intended to do to him. When the Bureau denies that this was going to happen; confidential documents will be released to the press, proving their intentions. These documents will show that there may have been an alternate way to handle their problem, also."

Frank said, "Dad, before you ask Celeste your questions; do not ask her your questions. You do not want to know."

"I would have expected that statement to come out of my daughter's mouth."

"Your daughter has turned over a new leaf, and I am extremely proud of her. When it comes to things like this, it is better for former FBI agents and a wonderful woman, like Celeste, to take care of these business arrangements."

"Celeste, for Rose and I, we wish to thank you for your help."

"Anthony, Rose, I cannot wait to tell you about our other plans. They were magnificent, and you would have loved to watch the FBI run all over Northern Africa and the United States looking for you."

"Northern Africa, what would I be doing their?

"Tunisia does not have an extradition treaty, with the United States. That is where we were going to have all clues lead the FBI. You know they would follow you to the ends of the earth, and that is where we were going to send them."

"It sounds to me that you invented a new game of Monopoly, for the Bureau to chase me on."

Antonia replied, "That is a very good analogy, dad. However, the FBI would have had several disadvantages. They would have been deaf, dumb, and blind, while they were playing the game."

Rose laughed. "You people are not being fair. You are leaving all these clues around, and not telling us what was supposed to be happening. You are leaving us salivating to know the end of the game."

Celeste replied, "The reason we are not saying anything about it is, we may yet have to use it. If we do, and you accidentally mention it to anyone, is it could compromise the entire operation. In this case, ignorance is bliss."

Rose looked at her husband, smacked him, and said, "I have heard that statement before."

Anthony looked at Rose, smiled, kissed her, and said, "Your Academy awards worked, didn't they?"

She smiled at him, and said, "Yes, I guess they did."

43. Assassination and Assignation

Everyone knew what was about to happen at the airport. They went to a late lunch and departed for the airport at 2 PM for a 6 PM departure. Tony wore the specially designed body armor prosthesis that protected his lungs and heart from damage, just in case the bullet was off target by inches. Rose was not particularly happy about being shot, but she would do it, to keep her husband out of jail.

They all parked their cars in the short-term parking lot. Frank and Charlie wheeled the trolleys, with the bags, towards the terminal, where the press corps was waiting. They walked in their assigned positions and waited.

When the press saw the Caruso entourage approaching, they raced across the street, and started taking pictures and asking questions.

Tony said to them, "Don't you think it would be safer to ask these questions, after we crossed the road?"

The reporters started to turn away, and walk back towards the terminal, when shots rang out. Tony fell to the ground face first, and Rose screamed and fell backward.

Everyone reacted as planned. The three men pulled their guns and surrounded Tony, looking for the shooters.

Antonia screamed, "Mom!"

Celeste and Ann knelt down next to her, trying to lend their support. 

The reporters were taking pictures, as quickly as they could, and the police were responding in droves. Other passengers were scrambling for safety. The terminal was sealed, keeping those that were inside in, and those who were outside out. Tony's vest had done its job, and the blood was flowing all over the ground. 

Sirens could be heard in the distance rushing towards them. The area was cordoned off by the police, but Charlie, Frank, and Philip refused to let anyone near Tony. 

When the ambulances arrived, the three men allowed the medics to examine Tony. The medics put a backboard on the ground and flipped Tony on to it. They inserted needles into his arm that would provide him with life-saving fluids. As soon as they had done everything that could be done at the scene, they loaded him into an ambulance, with Frank by his side. They raced off towards the hospital. Frank took off Tony's prosthesis, and gave it to the medic, who nodded, and hid it, in a side compartment

Tony opened his eyes and said, "God Almighty that hurt."

Frank laughed and replied, "Remember, dad, if this was for real, you would be dead, and not complaining at all."

"Yes, Frank, there is that to be taken into consideration. How is Rose doing?"

"I am sure that she is fine. However I am also sure, she is a pain in the ass. Let me change that Tony, I am sure she has a pain in the ass."

Tony coughed as he laughed. "Do not do that to me, Frank. Can't you see that I am a severely injured man?"

"I just thought I would add levity to this dire situation."

Moments later Frank said, "Okay, Tony, shut up and look sick. We are at the hospital."

The media was already at the hospital, as well as the police and FBI agents, who had raced behind the ambulance. The medic injected Tony with a medication, which would slow his heartbeat and make his vital signs look very weak. When the authorities looked at the monitors, Tony's outlook would look very bleak.

The hospital staff rushed him in to the emergency room, and the tests began. Blood was drawn x-rays, CAT scans, most of which had been taken from other patients with severe bullet wounds to their chests were put into Tony's visible charts. If the FBI wanted to look at their patients confidential records, this is what they would see. The real records were kept locked in a different area. The hospital treated Anthony Caruso just as they had treated Don Antonio Castronova, with secrecy, and the utmost respect. Philip had spoken with his eldest brother and arranged this, earlier in the week. 

It did not take long for the agents that were following Tony to the hospital to report to the Special Agents in Charge of their operation, about the attempted assassination of Anthony, and Rose Caruso. The information was immediately transmitted to New York and Washington, D.C. 

When it reached the desk of Ed Cross, he called in his secretary and had her draft a notice to all Special Agents in Charge in the New York area. "Each supervisor will take a lie detector test within the next five days. There will be no excuses, or absences allowed. Anyone failing this examination will be placed on unpaid leave and subject to an immediate departmental hearing for the purposes of dismissal from the Bureau, and possible criminal charges." He advised his secretary to send it to every agent and to post it on every public bulletin board.

His secretary said, "Yes sir, I will do it right away." In the six years she had been his secretary, she had never seen him so angry.




Why I Hated The Guy From The FBI Ch. 12



At the Department of Justice, and FBI headquarters, phones were ringing off the hook. Memos were being shredded and emails erased as quickly as they could. They had no idea that it was already too late to try and hide their footprints. 

The next day, the newspapers showed pictures of the Caruso's laying in their blood, at the airport. Questions were being asked by Congresspersons, about who would gain from killing these Italian-Americans There were only two logical answers: "The Department of Justice and the Federal Bureau of Investigation would be the beneficiaries of the Caruso's deaths." They would no longer have to prove that he was involved with the Mafia, and he would no longer be around to defend himself. The Mancuso case could cause a problem, but that was only money."

After the initial horror of the assassination attempt died down, and it was known that Anthony Caruso was in a coma, and on life support, information was leaked that the FBI planned to arrest Anthony Caruso, when he stepped foot on American soil, and then assassinate his character, while he was in jail.

The FBI denied this accusation vehemently. They said there was never any such plan in the works, because they had plans to testify before Congress, about his ties to organized crime. They did the rounds of the Sunday news programs, the morning shows and in interviews with the print news media, claiming their innocence.

As soon as they finished polishing their image, the confidential material was given to the New York Times, and every other news outlet in the country. It was posted on the Internet for anyone, and everyone to see.

Copies were sent to every Congressman, Senator, Members of the President's cabinet, and the President of the United States himself, on his unlisted, secure cell phone. No one knew how they got that number.

The President called in the Attorney General, and the Director of the FBI and asked them, point blank, if either of their agencies had anything to do with the attempted assassinations of two American citizens.

The Attorney General denied any wrongdoing from the Department of Justice. The director of the FBI said, "Mr. President, I am not sure." He told the President that there was a lot of electronic activity at the Bureau, after the announcement of the attempted assassination of the Caruso's. He had his computer experts trying to gather everything they could from deleted emails and messages from the hard drives. He would not know the answers for several days or weeks.

The President ordered the Director to hold a news conference stating those facts, as clearly and concisely as he had to him. He was to hide nothing from the public that would indicate a cover-up going on, at the FBI. Congress would call in a special prosecutor to investigate the attempted assassination of two American citizens abroad, and if they didn't do it, he would ask them to do it, himself 

The President was in no mood to be jerked, around by anyone.

An emissary was sent to the United States, with a signature and a date, on a letterhead from the Castronova family. It was intended to calm the nerves of many people. Vincent was with Donna and Annarosa, when the news of his parents attempted assassination was announced. He called Antonia who told him everything would be all right, in a little while. He could not understand why she was so calm, when the newspapers were filled with doom and gloom. The pictures of his father, lying in a pool of blood did nothing to calm him down. The pictures of his mother lying on the floor, made his blood boil.

Several days after the assassination attempt, a guard, in front of Marco Mancuso's home, called and said they had an important visitor, from Italy.

Since Don Alberto was with them, Marco said, "Make sure he is clean, and bring him in."

Roberto Castronova was brought in to the house, and introduced to everyone. He went over to Don Alberto, bowed before him, and said, "I bring you greetings from my father, Don Antonio Castronova."

Don Alberto asked, "How is he? Is he enjoying the Atlantic seashore?"

"He prefers the Mediterranean zephyrs to the Atlantic squalls, Don DiAngiolla. However, he has found many pursuits to pass the time of day."

"I am very happy to hear that Roberto. Give him my best and that of my entire family."

"I will surely do that, sir. However, to the meaning of my visit here today; I bring you this note and I wish you to look at the date it was signed."

Don Alberto looked at the blank piece of paper with Anthony Caruso's signature on it and dated several days after his attempted assassination. While the papers had said he was already on life support, and in a coma, his signature was strong and steady. The Don laughed. He looked at Roberto and said, "This was all set up in advance?"

"Yes sir. Only my oldest brother knew about it. However, we had no part in the operation itself."

"Marco, Vincent, come here please." He handed Marco the letter and Vincent looked at it, at the same time. They were both stunned. 

Vincent looked at Roberto and said, "Both my parents are fine?"

"Yes Vincent, they are both fine. Your father needs about two more weeks to recover from his wound, and the stitches will come out of your mother's backside in a few days."

"The papers said she was hit in the back."

"Technically, that is where the backside is."

"I am going to kill my sister. She could have told me this over the phone."

"I guess you wanted the FBI to know all this information, also? I did not fly nearly 4000 miles to deliver this message, because of the airline food."

"I am sorry, Roberto. Sometimes my mouth opens, before I engage my brain."

"That is a sin, only a child can commit. You are no longer allowed to commit that sin. You are the man of the family now. Your father does not want you involved in the family business. You must always use your brain, because you may accidentally implicate all of us. When the time comes, Don DiAngiolla and Don Mancuso will tell you about your future."

Vincent looked at his father, in a new light. This was the first time anyone had called him a 'Don.'

"Thank you Roberto, I will remember what you have told me, always."

"Good, Vincent, now if you would take your wife into another room, I have business to discuss with the 'Don's."

After Vincent and Donna had left the room, Roberto turned to Marco Mancuso and asked, "Don Mancuso my family has asked me to propose a joining of our families through the marriage of Annarosa, and one of our grandchildren. We know this is not your way, but it will solidify our ties for generations to come. We would like, with your approval, to have your daughter and granddaughter spend summers with us, in Milan. Annarosa would grow up knowing all of her distant relatives and would form a bond with them. Hopefully, as she grows older, she would fall in love and wish to marry one of them. Nothing would be forced upon her. This is not a contract of marriage, it is only our fervent hope that this will come to pass."

Don Marco Mancuso stood up, shook hands with Roberto, and smiled. "Roberto, you may tell your family that I agree wholeheartedly. It will be as they have asked. I will advise my daughter and son of these terms, and insure my granddaughter's virginity. How long do you anticipate spending here in the United States?"

"I leave tomorrow evening, sir."

"Is there anything we can do for you, while you are here?"

"No sir, I wish to be as anonymous as possible. I do not wish to bring attention to your family, or mine, just in case some people are watching."

"You are very kind Roberto, enjoy your stay."

Gloria and Philip visited the hospital, where Tony and Rose had been taken. Private guards were outside his room and before they were allowed in, Frank had to come out and verify their identities.

Once inside the room, they were greeted warmly by everyone. Tony was sitting in a chair, by a blacked out window, surrounded by his wife and daughter.

Phil Gennaro smiled, "I guess I am a good shot after all."

"You son of a bitch; it was you?"

Frank smiled, "Dad, keep your blood pressure under control. We had to keep this in a very small circle of friends. The fewer people that knew about it, the better we could control the information. My dad proved he could shoot the eyes out of a target, at 900 meters. 100 meters was a no-brainer for him. He put the bullet exactly where he put it on the mockup he drew of you. He missed mom by a little bit, because he could not compensate for the dress."

Rose looked at him and said, "You should have told me, and I would have worn slacks."

"There was a reason I did not go to the luncheon with you, Rose. I did not want you to worry about it being me. I wanted you to think that it was going to be a professional hit, by an expert marksman."

Rose got up and kissed him. "You definitely are an expert marksman Philip. I have a scar on my butt to prove it."

Tony said to him, "You are also going to be a lot richer, for your part in this operation. I know you didn't expect to get anything out of it, but you are."

"Tony, I did not do this for the money. Believe me when I say, it was my pleasure shooting you."

The room burst into laughter, but the loudest laugh was from Tony himself.

A press release was made by the hospital saying that Anthony Caruso was being transferred to the home of Don Antonio Castronova for extended care, while he was in a deep coma. The hospital had done everything they could do for him, and like Don Antonio before him, his room would be like a hospital facility. The transfer would take place in a few days.

The FBI had obtained all the records, from the hospital, both legally and illegally, including the bullets that had hit Tony and Rose, from Italian authorities. They were from an American military rifle and high-power military rounds. There was no hiding this from the public, because the Italian authorities were about to release the information.

When the SAIC sent this news to the FBI offices, in New York and Washington, D.C., the operative words were, "Oh fuck, are we screwed."

When the Italians released the news to the press, the next day, the uproar was so loud it shook the halls of Congress, all the way across the reflecting pond to 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue. 

Congress did not wait for the president to ask for a special committee to investigate the FBI. Subpoenas were sent out directing everyone from the Director and everyone to do with the case against Anthony Caruso to testify before Congress within the next 15 days. All documents concerning this matter were to be handed over within seven days to the congressional council's office. The honorable Leon Swarovski, a retired federal judge, was named the special prosecutor.

Meanwhile, outside the Castronova mansion in Milan, Tony and Rose Caruso were sipping wine and enjoying a light meal with friends. When Frank and Antonia finished their school days, they would go to visit their 'ailing' father and see her mother. Antonia's pregnancy was proceeding normally. The doctors said she was two months pregnant.

Celeste had left for Geneva to take her physical, and Philip was very unhappy that he was unable to join her.

Charlie and Ann are flying back to California to prepare for their April wedding.

Gloria and Philip Gennaro were back at their home, in the vineyard, attempting to screw their brains out.

Thomas Shackelford, Esq. and Associates filed lawsuit in Federal Court, against the Department of Justice, and the FBI for $900 million, for the Mancuso's and the Caruso's. He also filed a lawsuit in Civil Court, against American Airlines for $100 million. Mr. Shackelford sat back in his office, and let Congress do his discovery for him. If everything went correctly, it would be one of the easiest cases he had ever handled.

The End

Chapter 12



Why I Hated The Guy From The FBI Ch. 13



Note: This story is Fiction created by a warped mind. All characters are fictitious and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely accidental. The author retains all rights to this story.

I am sorry this story is late; my computer went on an extended vacation, and took my stories to the shop with it. 

44. Unbelievable

The Congressional hearings had barely started, when Congress broke for their Christmas holiday. When they returned in January, they resumed, and it took two full months to go through all the paperwork the FBI and the Justice Department provided.

The DOJ and FBI presented no firm evidence against Marco Mancuso. They only had possibilities and probabilities against Anthony Caruso. They tried to tie Anthony Caruso into the drug fiasco at the port of Newark. However, the special prosecutor asked the FBI to provide one tangible piece of evidence the Bureau could present, after 12 years of surveillance, in court that could tie Mr. Caruso to that drug shipment,

or any other criminal activity. 

They presented the video tapes of the olive oil can disappearing, while the exterminators were spraying the building for roaches. The Special Agent in Charge of the drug operation explained, the 'can of oil' was purchased at an Italian market, by the wife of agent McAfee, who was killed, in her home. At the time she was seated at her kitchen table, with two men, who we believe were employed by Mr. Caruso, having coffee. When her husband walked in and saw the men, he started firing at them, and Mrs. McAfee was killed along with both the men. Agent McAfee was severely wounded, and barely escaped with his life."

"Were they threatening Mrs. McAfee, while they were drinking her coffee?"

"No sir they were not."

"Were they holding a gun on her, while they were having coffee?"

"No Sir they were not."

"Why did agent McAfee start shooting, when he walked in to the room, instead of trying to arrest the men?"

"In his statement to us, judge, he said he feared for his life."

"He feared for his life, because two men were sitting peacefully having coffee with his wife. Is that correct, Director?"

"Yes Sir that is what he said in his sworn statement."

Judge Swarovski asked the Director of the FBI to provide a picture of Anthony Caruso and compare it with a picture of the men in white carrying the can of oil away. There was no comparison between the two men. The judge asked, "You cannot identify the man in white; but you absolutely know, by comparing these two pictures, that it is not Mr. Caruso. Is that correct?"

"Yes, judge, that is correct."

"You have no other evidence, except the one can of olive oil was packed with, what you tested as cocaine. However, you cannot present it to this committee, and you cannot prove that Mr. Caruso had anything to do with it. Is that correct?"

"Yes judge that is correct. However we have circumstantial evidence that leads us..."

"If you cannot prove that Mr. Caruso was involved, in any way, with that one can of olive oil, you cannot prove that he had any involvement with that entire shipment. If you brought this case to me in a court of law, I would throw you out on your ear."

"Judge, we feel it in our bones that he is..."

"Mr. Director, unless you have evidence, you cannot present it. In this country you are innocent until proven guilty. You cannot prove that either Mr. Caruso or Mr. Mancuso has anything to do with organized crime. You are dismissed."

Judge Swarovski said to the member on the dais, "Members of the committee, in my judgment the FBI has overstepped its bounds, as a law enforcement agency, and has been derelict in its duty. I will write up my findings and present them to you within one week. I would suggest that you request the president to begin a search for a new Director of the FBI. It is my opinion that ridding the FBI of these political appointees, and replacing them with competent, properly trained law enforcement officers, would stop this abuse of power. It would allow our federal agents to focus on the real problems this country has with crime."

"Judge Swarovski, the members of this committee will meet in executive session, and make our recommendations to the full Congress, pending your report. However, as for me, personally, I am deeply saddened by the way the FBI has treated two Italian American citizens, just because of their ethnic background. Our recommendations will be passed along to the President. This meeting is adjourned."

Thomas Shackleford turned off the television in his office and smiled. His case against the FBI was made, and all he had to do now was have his associates do the transcriptions from Judge Swarovski's findings, after they were released to the public. He had just finished writing the memo to his staff, when his secretary buzzed him. 

The legal department, from the American Airlines, was on the telephone requesting a meeting. He picked up the phone and said, "I suspect you just watched what I did?"

The voice on the other end of the phone said, "Yes we did."

Mr. Shackleford said, "In that case, I would suggest you write a check for $100 million, because if I take this to court, the jury may just give us more than we ask for. The offer is good for 72 hours. Have a good day gentlemen."

Shackleford buzzed his secretary and told her to contact Mr. Mancuso for him. Call him on his cell phone, because he is probably at work.

"This is Marco Mancuso, how may I help you?"

"Mr. Mancuso, this is Thomas Shackleford. We have just received a phone call from American Airlines. I believe we will be getting a check, within 72 hours, for $100 million. I did not give them much of a choice, because of what happened in Congress today."

"I am sorry Mr. Shackleford I have been very busy today and I was unable to watch any television. What happened in Congress today?"

"The FBI got torn to shreds by Judge Swarovski. He told Congress that in his opinion the FBI had overstepped its boundaries as a law enforcement agency, and recommended that the president look for a new head of the FBI and rid the agency of all political appointees. You have won both lawsuits Mr. Mancuso, even though American Airlines is the only one sending us a check now. The FBI and the Justice Department have no option but to seek a settlement with us. It will never see the inside of the courtroom, because they have no case against you or Mr. Caruso and they know it. If it goes to a jury, the jury may give you more than the $900 million we have asked for."

"That is wonderful news Mr. Shackleford. I will advise my son and my daughter as well as Rose Caruso. Hopefully, she may one day get her husband back, but only God knows that answer."

"I wish I could do more for Mrs. Caruso, but that is out of my hands. What I can do, is because this case became so easy for me, is reduce my fees to 15%, as long as the feds do not cause me a problem."

"Mr. Shackleford, that is very kind of you. We will put the extra money into a trust fund for Annarosa and any future grandchildren that Donna and Vincent have."

"My office can set that up for you if you would like Mr. Mancuso?"

"You are being more than kind Mr. Shackleford. If you would do that for us, it would be greatly appreciated."

Marco called Milan as soon as he was off the phone. He asked to speak to Rose. He said, "Rose, I wish Anthony was awake to hear this news, however, maybe if you say it to him, while he is still asleep, in God's hands, he will hear it. Mr. Shackleford called and told me American Airlines has agreed to pay $100 million. Congress has been told that the FBI has overstepped its legal boundaries, and the special prosecutor has torn them apart. Mr. Shackleford said that the Bureau has no option but to pay us what we asked for, because if they take us to trial, the jury may give us more than we have asked for. He also reduced his fees to 15%, because this case has been so easy for him. He is putting the extra money into a trust fund for Annarosa and whatever other children Vincent and Donna have in the future."

"Marco, while I am kneeling next to Anthony praying for his recovery, I will tell him this wonderful news. Although if my prayers do not help him recover, I doubt anything else will."

The FBI was listening in to the conversation, between Mancuso and Rose Caruso. It was the last one they were able to record, because their warrant had been rescinded, by the federal court. Agent Appleby shook her head after listening to it, and thought, "It is not possible we were wrong all these years. It just cannot be that we are wrong. Every shred of evidence led us directly to him. Were we following a red herring all this time? Did one of the other families set us up? We have to go back to the very beginning, and look at all the evidence from a different angle. Mr. Cross is going to bite everybody's head off if we followed the wrong man. No, he is going to bite my head off."

10 days later, the president fired a director of the FBI and named a temporary head, until a new one could be found. Congress released a scathing report about the FBI; their shredding of documents, the deleting of emails, the lying under oath and every other illegal item they had done, while attempting to gather evidence against Anthony Caruso and Marco Mancuso. The name of another supposed Mafia member surfaced. Alberto DiAngiolla's name was mentioned in many confidential documents in connection with the FBI surveillance. They had been watching him for nearly 18 years, and were unable to make anything stick to him. It was another fiasco for the FBI and Congress made the most of this, saying it was another example of racial profiling of the Italian-American people.

When Thomas Shackleford did not hear from the Justice Department seven days after the report was released by Congress, he sent a motion to the federal court requesting a speedy trial. This required all parties to be ready to begin testimony within 90 days.

The Justice Department vehemently fought against this motion, because they needed more time to get their documents together.

Shackleford said to the judge, "Your Honor, all the Justice Department has to do is pick up the documentation from Congress. It is already annotated and sequenced for them. They should have no trouble at all realizing they have no case against my clients."

The judge agreed, and said, "Jury selection would begin in 80 days."

As they left the courtroom, Shackleford said to the lead attorney, "A check for $900 million, within 72 hours, or I take this to court, and ream your ass out, like Leon did in front of Congress and the world. You have wasted one day of my time, and my client's money. I take both of them very seriously. I get the check or I am going to ask for "Triple Damages," because of "The Attempted Murder of Anthony Caruso, Rose Caruso, Annarosa Caruso, and Angelina Mancuso. If Anthony Caruso dies from his wounds, I will ask for murder charges will be filed, and the FBI will be named as a co-respondent in that trial. Also, Child Endangerment Charges and everything else my staff can find in the Congressional Records, we get from the hearings are going to be part of our case against the Department of Justice, and those bastards at the FBI. If I were you, I would run, not walk to the Secretary, and have him sign the approval, TODAY!"

A 'Direct Deposit' in the amount of $900 million was paid into the escrow account of Thomas Shackleford's law firm 71 hours later, by the U.S. Treasury Department. 

Thomas Shackleford had won many cases in his lifetime as a lawyer, but he had to work his ass off to do it. This case had taken him one phone call; and two hours in court. This case had made him $150 million in fees. He was a celebrity in the legal world, already. When the news of his fee, for this victory, was made known; and the time he had spent to make this sum of money, he was anointed king.

Marco Mancuso and Vincent Caruso were in his office to sign the paperwork for the families involved. Vincent sat silent, as instructed. His 'Don' advised Mr. Shackleford how the money was to be distributed. 

"The trust fund for Annarosa, and all the children Vincent and my daughter, Donna, will have in the future will be $235 million. It is to be set up as a blind trust, using the most conservative stock and bond funds available. It is to be distributed equally among the children when they reach the age of 25."

"The money for Vincent and Donna Caruso, Rose Caruso, and Angelina and Marco Mancuso will be in the amounts of $200 million each. Vincent and Donna's $200 million will go into a blind trust fund, with the same restrictions as Annarosa's, with two additions. If either of them fails out of college, they forfeit the entire amount of money to their parents, in equal amounts. If Vincent is accepted into law school, the trust fund may release $1 million to him and my daughter, immediately."

Vincent groaned audibly.

Thomas Shackleford laughed at Vincent. He said, "If your grades are good enough, call me, and I will have my people get you ready for the LSAT. It is a bitch of a test; however, if you are prepared for it, you can do very well. I can also get you in to my alma mater, because I contribute a lot of money to it. They would hate to lose a benefactor by saying 'No' to me."

Vincent replied, "Mr. Shackleford, I now have 200 million reasons to start studying in earnest."

Marco Mancuso and Thomas Shackleford both laughed heartily, as Vincent visibly shrunk.

45. Death to All Men

"Anthony, what do I do with $200 million?"

"Why don't you buy a very expensive dress?"

"I could buy the company for $200 million."

"You have answered your own question, Rose. However, with the coming downfall in the economy, I would ask Celeste what to do with it, before making that kind of commitment."

"That is a very good idea. If Philip ever lets her out of bed, I will ask her."

"I am not sure which way it is. Philip is looking a little bit thinner than he used to be. Celeste on the other hand seems to be gaining a little bit of weight. All that bed exercise must be putting muscle on her."

"Yes, I have noticed it also. Her breasts are even getting bigger. It must be from all those push-ups."

Charlie and Ann had everything arranged for the huge wedding. Celeste had given them the use of the mansion and all of its grounds. Every caterer in San Luis Obisbo had been booked. Flowers were coming in from Los Angeles and San Francisco. Charlie's friends were coming in from New York, and everything was as right as rain. Then, Ann got sick. She started vomiting every morning. She thought she had the flu. She was running a slight temperature, and she was dizzy throughout most of the day.

Charlie begged her to go and see her physician, but Ann said to him that there was nothing anyone can do for a virus. It had to run its course and it would be over within a week. It did not end, as she had thought.

Finally, Charlie would not take no for an answer. He said to her, "Ann, I love you, but you will go to the doctor willingly, or you will go to the doctor over my shoulder. It is your choice."

"Okay Charlie, make an appointment for me, and I will go willingly."

"Get dressed Ann; your appointment is in one hour."

"You are very sure of yourself aren't you Charlie?"

"As I said Ann, willingly or not, you were going."

Ann came out of the examination room, with fire in her eyes.

She screamed at Charlie and went to hit him.

Charlie grabbed her arm and asked, "Ann, what is the matter, what is wrong with you?"

"You son of a bitch, I wish I had never met you."

"Why, what did I do this time, Ann? I love you and gave up everything I had to be with you."

"That is the problem you fucking idiot. I am pregnant."

"I thought you said that you could not get pregnant? You had gone through your changes, and all that woman stuff."

"I thought the same thing, Charlie; I was wrong. You came along with your big dick; and got me pregnant. I should kill you right here."

"How is your health? When is it due? Did the doctor say you are not healthy enough to carry the baby to term? Should we have it aborted? How far along are you? I guess you are not happy about being pregnant. Is it because of your age, or do you just hate children?"

"Charlie, shut the fuck up, before I throw up on you."

"I guess you do not have the virus?"

"I wish I could kill all the men in this world. They are just so insensitive."

"We leave that shit to the women. Men do the logical stuff; like going to work, putting food on the table and a roof over your head."

"Charlie you will be dead before morning."

"Before I die, would you let me know your decision, on our child? Is it going to be born? Is it going to be aborted, and why? If it is because of your health, I will understand; if it is for any other reason I will be disappointed in you. I will marry you, but I will be disappointed."

"You are not trying to make this thing easy on me, are you, Charlie?"

"These decisions are not supposed to be easy, Ann. Why don't you call Celeste, and reverse the normal process, between you two. Normally she asks you for advice, why don't you ask her this time?"

"I hate you FBI guys. You always have a way to come up with a logical solution to weasel yourselves out of a sticky situation. Take me home Charlie, I have to make a phone call."

"You are what?"

"When did you become deaf, blondie? I said I am six weeks pregnant, and I don't know whether to keep the baby and kill Charlie, or the other way around."

"Charlie is the love of your life. You waited over 20 years to find him, and now you want to kill him; that does not sound too smart to me. You have been an old maid for over 20 years and now you are pregnant. You should thank your lucky stars that you are carrying a baby. As long as you are healthy enough to carry it to term, why are you worried? You teach kids five days a week; and you love every second of it. Now, you have the opportunity to teach one of your own.

You are only 43 years old. You are in better shape than most of your students. You walk around in miniskirts. You go to the beach and wear a bikini that is almost as small as mine. You are a babe, and you know it. Every male student wants to bang you. Be happy for yourself and for Charlie. Go to bed and screw him to death, before your belly is so big you can't see your feet."

As soon as Ann and Celeste said goodbye, Ann yelled out, "Charlie, Celeste said I should take you to bed and screw you to death."

He yelled down to her, "I can live with that."

Celeste noticed that she was having a hard time getting into her bras, and did not understand why. She had been the same size since college, and they had always fit perfectly. She had just had her physical and she did not have any health problems. She decided to weigh herself, to see if this good life had added a few pounds to her frame. When she looked at the numbers on the scale she was amazed to see that she had gained 6 pounds. She would have to watch what she ate from now on, because she did not want to be fat for her wedding. The measurements for her gown had been taken, and the design had been created. It was another masterpiece, drawn by an 80-year-old woman with arthritic hands, and the vision of Leonardo da Vinci. She knew Philip would absolutely love it, when he saw her in it. However, the next thing he would want to do was get her out of it, and get into her, as rapidly as possible.

Then, she got sick. She was dizzy every morning. She was not vomiting and was not running a temperature, but she did have vertigo and she went to a doctor to find out why.

Philip drove her to there and waited for her to emerge. She told him that doctor said everything was fine. Her ears were clear, her eyes were fine, and he had no answer for her. He suggested that she go to her gynecologist for a more thorough exam. 




Why I Hated The Guy From The FBI Ch. 13



The doctor made the call himself, and explained the symptoms to the gynecologist. An appointment was made for that day, at 5 PM.

Once Celeste arrived, she had to fill out reams of paperwork, and then wait to see the doctor, while Philip waited nervously by her side.

Celeste was in the examining room for more than 40 minutes, and Philip was beside himself with worry. When Celeste came out of the office, she was holding prescriptions in her hand, and her eyes were red from crying. 

He went and held her in his arms. "Is there anything I can do to help you? I will take you anywhere in this world, to get you help. We can fix whatever it is. I will not lose you, I love you too much."

"I am going to kill you, you bastard. Of all the things that you could have done to me, you had to do this. I now know why Ann was so upset with Charlie. All men should be killed at birth."

"Why, what did I do?"

"My wedding dress will not fit me, because of you. I am pregnant, you bastard."

"How can you be pregnant, if you are on the pill?"

"They are only 99% effective, you idiot. The way you have been screwing me; morning, noon, and night; you found a way through the 1%."

"Man, am I good?"

"You are a dead."

"Why, we planned on having children, didn't we?

"Yes we did; several years after we were married; not before we were married."

"Celeste, you are not Catholic. You have no restrictions on what to do with your body. I will accept whatever decision you make. If you do not want this child, and you want to rid yourself of it, I will not stand in your way."

"Are all men are idiots, or is it just you?"

"At this moment, I guess it's just me, because I do not know what I said to offend you."

"What are these things I have in my hand?"

"They are prescriptions, Celeste."

"If I was planning to terminate our baby, would I be holding prescriptions in my hand?"

Philip smiled at her and said, "I guess I am an idiot. I did not think about the prescriptions, before I opened my mouth. May I kiss the mother of my child?"

"Philip, if you ever say the word divorce to me, so help me God, I will kill you."

"Celeste, if you do not let me kiss you, I am going to spank you right here in the office."

She smiled at him and said, "That is a very interesting conundrum. However, seeing that I am pregnant, you may kiss me."

He did kiss her, passionately, as the lights in the office went out. The nurse came out to lock the door, and said to him, "Haven't you done enough damage already. Take her out to dinner and apologize for the next eight months of agony she is going to be in."

"Eight months; you are already one month pregnant?"

Celeste looked at the nurse and said, "I told you he is a genius."

The nurse replied, "I told you that all men should be killed at birth."

"How would we supply the planet with children?"

"We are women; the smartest and strongest of the species. We would find a way."

Philip looked at both of them and said, "I am leaving, if I stay here any longer, I may be dismembered."

The nurse smiled. "In this office, we only dismember one specific part of the male species."

Philip grabbed his crotch and ran out of the office.

Celeste and the nurse laughed at the way he ran.

Philip took Celeste to their favorite restaurant, and found Antonia and Frank eating there. They happily joined them. 

Antonia asked Celeste to stop by to see her mother, because she had a $200 million problem, and this one was not in cash.

Celeste said she knew all about it, and she planned on stopping by over the weekend, when she knew Frank and she would be there.

The conversation between the four friends was jovial and wide-ranging, until Antonia noticed that Celeste was not drinking wine. She said to Frank, "Pay me."

"Why do I have to pay you, and how much do I have to pay you this time?"

"Celeste is pregnant and you owe me $500."

Celeste screamed at Antonia, "How did you know, you little insect, and I thought Frank's maximum was $100."

"Celeste, you are so easy. I only assumed you were pregnant, because I saw you drinking water, instead of wine. Thank you for verifying it."

"I hate every bone in your microscopic body. The only good thing about you is that little person growing inside of you. It is the only reason I do not take your head off right now."

"Are you calling my baby a shrimp? If you are, we are at war."

"My baby is smaller than your baby. Why would I call your baby shrimp?"

"You got out of that one gracefully enough, when are you due?"

"Ask Philip; he is the family genius."

Frank and Antonia looked at Philip; while he used his fingers to trying to figure out when Celeste was due to deliver their baby. Needless to say he got it wrong.

"Celeste is due in September."

"Philip, you are amazing. I am due in October."

"Can I help it if I want my son to be born sooner, rather than later?"

Frank was incredulous. "You already know it's a boy?"

"Of course, I would not have it any other way."

Antonia looked at Frank and begged, "Pllleeeassse?"

"Antonia, in this case, I do not think even the bishop would mind."

Antonia got up from her seat, walked around the table, and smacked Philip on the back so hard; his head nearly went into his pasta.

Celeste looked at her future husband, "Do not even ask what that was for, because if you do, I will hit you."

Philip looked around the table and said, "Gee, some people can't take a joke."

"How did you get Frank to bet $500?"

Antonia replied, "That was not my idea. My husband was absolutely sure you and Philip would not have children for a very long time, after you were wed. He was not even sure the wedding would take place in July, because one of you had very cold feet. When I got him to bet the $100, on the July wedding, and then said you would be pregnant before then, he opened his mouth and shoved both his big feet in it. He bet me $500 that I was wrong, and I accepted immediately. I think he grabbed his wallet as soon as I said 'Okay.'"

"Frank takes after his father and hates to part with money. His only problem is he is like you, Celeste. I can read him like a book. I know what he is thinking before he is thinking it. He will not play cards with me anymore. He will not play Scrabble with me anymore. Even though I let him deal, and let him mix the tiles, he swears I am cheating.

He is smarter than anyone I have ever met, but he cannot hide anything from me."

46. It just cannot be a "GIRL"

Rose did not want to go to Ann's wedding, however, Anthony said, "If I am in a deep coma, what would be keeping you here. I have my nurses and my doctors. It might look suspicious if you stayed. Go to the wedding, and have a good time. Stop in New York; see our friends, our children, and granddaughter. After you are there for a few weeks, or a month, you may receive a phone call advising you that there are signs that your husband may be coming out of his coma, and you should hurry back. A few days after you arrive, the press will be told, when I awoke, the first thing I saw where your eyes. A true love story if there ever was one."

"I told you that you were a hopeless romantic, Anthony."

"I almost waited too long to realize it, Rose. You must tell Vincent, while you were in New York, to buy the house between ours and his, if and when it becomes available. Have him tell the Micucci's not to put it with a realtor, and whatever the going rate is for our area, he will pay them 10% more for their home. I have a feeling he is going to need to connect all three of them together, before he and Donna are through having children."

"What are we going to do about that little problem below the basement?"

"It is no longer a problem, because the house is no longer ours. We only rent it. We have become world travelers. We will use that money as we travel from continent to continent, and country to country. The government can no longer ask where we got the money, because we got it from them. I will no longer have to go to work, anywhere; and I do mean anywhere, Rose. Alberto and Francesca are thinking of retiring to Costa Rica, because of its balmy climate. They will travel to New York, during the summer, to see their grandchildren. From time to time, we will visit them, when we are not in our new home, here in Milan."

"Anthony, please do not lie to me. If this is not the way it is going to be, tell me now. I would rather know now, than have my hopes and dreams dashed later."

"I swear on the life of our granddaughter, this is the way our lives are going to be."

Rose threw herself at Anthony, so hard; she knocked him and his chair backward. The chair broke, and they both fell onto the ground. If people were not around them, she would have screwed her husband, right there, on the patio floor.

Tony bit her ear and whispered, "Rose, the bullet did not kill me, but you are going to if you keep this up."

"Husband, take me to the bedroom, and I will fuck you to death."

He said, "There goes our world traveling," as he smacked her on her scarred rump.

"I do not care; I want to be in bed, with my love."

"What has happened to my prim and proper wife? Was I wrong all these years thinking she was only performing her duty in bed?"

"Anthony, you are so full of shit. My grandmother told me all Italian men want is three things from their wives: plenty of food, plenty of sex, and plenty of children. Then she said they could do without the children, if the sex is really great. I have been an active partner in bed with you since the day we were married. Never once have I heard you complain about my inactivity, as your partner."

"I believe my wife will have to go to confession this week or have her mouth washed out with soap, because of her language."

"There are things, in this world, that want to get into my mouth, which may never get there again, if this conversation continues."

"What conversation was that, Rose?"

"Your long-term memory may be a problem, Anthony. However, your short-term memory is very acute. I am going up to our bedroom. If you know what is good for you, I had better not be alone."

She was not alone; not for the remainder of the afternoon or the evening, or night. Neither of them surfaced until the following morning for breakfast, where she smiled happily, and he walked like a walrus out of water.

Rose looked bright eyed and bushy tailed, dressed in summer whites, from head to toe, even though it was supposed to be the Italian version of winter. Tony was dressed like a cloudy day, or more succinctly, looked like his mood. He was dressed in a dark gray sweat suit, and his posture was that of a man who had just finished the Iron Man Triathlon, and finished last. 

He looked at his wife and could not understand how she could look so beautiful and be so happy, after they made love for 14 hours, off and on again; mostly on. If he had to go to work this morning, he would rip someone's lungs out, if they said hello too loudly. He wondered if the scientists were correct, when they stated that 'women were the stronger of the two sexes'; because at this moment, he wished he was in a coma.

After they ate breakfast, he conceded her victory, and told her he was going back to bed. He kissed her and said he would be back before dinner.

She told him that she was going to visit Gloria and Philip and would be back by the time he woke up. When she arrived at the Gennaro's home, she told them what had happened with Anthony, and asked if she could sleep in one of their guestrooms, because she was exhausted. However, she was not about to let Anthony know it. She wanted Gloria to wake her up at 3:30 PM's, so she could get back to the mansion before he woke up, and she could totally ruin his day.

Philip laughed. "Anything that makes Tony feel inadequate, is fine with me."

Gloria looked at her husband and said to him, "Philip, you are not being nice. Tony has been nothing but good to us since we got to Milan. Who else do you know that would generous enough to give you $5 million for the pleasure of shooting him?"

Rose looked at Philip, "I told Anthony to only give you $4 million, because you shot me, and it hurt. That $1 million should have come to me, instead."

Gloria laughed at Rose and told her if she wanted the $1 million, she could have it now, because the entire $5 million was still under their bed. They had not decided what to do with it yet."

Rose looked at them and asked, "What if there is a fire in the house?"

Gloria said, "Maybe Philip can shoot Anthony again!"

After they finished laughing, Rose went into the guest room and slept peacefully, for nearly six hours. When she arrived back at the Castronova mansion, Anthony was still asleep. She woke him up, venomously. 

"Anthony, wake up. You have slept the entire day away, and left me all alone. If you cannot keep up with me in bed, just say so, and I will leave you alone. Your behavior today is inexcusable. Make yourself presentable and get dressed properly. If I see you in that sweat suit again, I will burn it, while you are still in it. Do you understand me?"

"Yes Rose, I understand. I will get up now."

"You had better not keep me waiting too long, I am so angry I could spit nickels."

"I am sorry Rose. I will shower, shave, and dress and hurry downstairs as quickly as I can."

Rose smiled as she left the room and closed the door. She thought to herself, "He should never have talked me into those 'acting lessons.' I am getting too good at them."

Early Sunday afternoon, Frank, Antonia, Celeste, and Philip joined Rose and Anthony for a light lunch and some business talk.

Celeste informed everyone, that a major Mortgage Holding Corporation would begin the process of looking for a buyer, by the end of the month. Its finances were so bad it could no longer hide them from the government, other banks, the stock markets, and the public. She said, "This is the beginning of the recession. Major and community banks would start falling like flies within six months. The federal deposit insurance company will have to bail them out, and protect the depositor's money. There is a possibility that the auto industry, in the United States, could fail. If it does, this recession could turn into a depression the size of the Great Depression of the 1930s, and the government does not have enough money to help the country to recover from it. If they allowed that industry to fail, people could be out of work for a generation. I am expecting a check for $36 million dollars from a very angry executive, who wants to speak with Antonia, and find out how she knew how this was going to happen so soon."

Antonia asked, "How much are you going to give me?"

"You are babysitting, remember."

"Girl, you are going to get soaked."

Rose asked, "What should we do with the money we received from the government?"

"Even my people are not sure what to do at this point. All my money is in defensive positions. When I asked them what to do with your new money, they told me to put the cash into safety deposit boxes, in the largest banks in Europe. That answered two questions for you Anthony:

First: Transport the $40 million, in the boxes, to Switzerland, and deposit it, in Rose's maiden name, into a private vault.

Second: Deposit the $200 million from the U. S. government, into a vault and comingle the money. Rose, you will advise the government, that you have deposited that money into two different vault's, in your maiden name. If Anthony dies of his wounds, you are going to revert back to your maiden name, and remain in Italy. You will do this immediately, if not sooner."

Rose said she would call the embassy as soon as both deposits were made.

"Anthony, can you provide secure transport for the $40 million?"

"Celeste, you are sitting in the house of a family that owns a bank. I think they can provide me with an armored car."

Celeste turned and hit Philip viciously on his arm. "Why didn't you tell me your family owned a bank?"

"You never asked me."

"Frank can I borrow your gun for a moment, please? I want to shoot a particular part of my husband off. I can raise one child alone; however I have to protect it from my defective husband."

Antonia looked at Celeste and begged, "Can I do it, please?"

Frank tapped her on the shoulder and said, "Baby, I do not think I could get that one by the bishop."

"Could you at least try for me?"

"I am sorry, little mother, but no I will not."

"I cannot even be angry with you for saying no to me. I have to pray that Celeste misses anything major the first five times. Then she can hit the bull's-eye, on her sixth attempt. I will be very happy when she does that."

"Antonia, I believe you will have to go to confession tonight, and give the priest the bishop's phone number. I believe you are going to get a phone call back from him."

"I am not slipping backward Frank, honestly I am not. It is just that Philip is such an easy target, and he is hurting my best friend. Getting rid of him now would save her from the future misery he would put her through. I will tell the bishop that it is my way of doing 'good works' for the church and its future."

"Antonia, I can hear the bishop laughing at you already. However, I can also hear the penance he is going to give you, after he reams you a new asshole."

"Well, someone has to ream my asshole, and it might as well be the bishop. You are too big to do it, without killing me."

Tony yelled, "That is too much information, Antonia."

"Why dad; should I tell everyone what mom tells me about your bedroom antics?"

"Rose, you do not tell her about us, do you?"

Rose put on her most innocent look and said, "Me, I would never do anything like that, would I?"

"14 hours dad, I did not know you had it in you."

"Rose, you and I are going to have a very long talk."

Celeste said, "No Anthony, Philip, and I are going to have a very long talk. He cannot last that long."

Philip rejected that notion. "I can too. I have lasted longer than 14 hours."

Celeste said, "I am sorry Philip, you are absolutely correct. You have lasted in bed for more than 14 hours. Of course you were sleeping for eight of them."

Everyone, at the table, laughed at Philip, good-naturedly.

He asked them all, "Is this get Philip day, or am I just feeling abused."

Rose replied, "It is both Philip. After the splendid way you acted at dinner the other evening, I believe you have earned this rebuke royally. When a man struts like a peacock, after getting his mate pregnant, someone has to pluck his feathers, and teach him a lesson he will learn for a lifetime. This is the beginning of your lesson."

"You mean there is more to come?"

"We will abuse you every day, until your baby is born. Then you will be abused in a different way. After it is born, your baby will do the abusing, not us."

"I never looked at parenthood in quite that way. I always pictured my son playing tennis, soccer, or out at the range shooting at targets, with me."

Celeste said, "Frank, give me your gun right now."

Philip asked, "What did I do now?"

Celeste asked the group around the table, "Who wants to answer this dolts question?"

Four hands were raised immediately.

Celeste picked Tony, because he was the oldest.

"Philip, I have come to think of you as the second son I never had. Now I know why. You would never have lived long enough for me to get to know you. You are so full of yourself that you never leave room for the possibility you could be wrong. You said, 'I always pictured my son...' Philip, did you ever consider that it might be a girl? You remember what that sex is for don't you? The reason you joined the gun club was to meet those fantastic, gorgeous ladies that you could get into bed, for a one-night stand. If it is a gorgeous little girl, I think I will pay the fees for her to get into the gun club, and watch as one of your former friend's sons takes her home, for an evening of fun; and then dump her off at your house, in the morning."




Why I Hated The Guy From The FBI Ch. 13



"Tony, it can't be a girl for that reason. I do not want her exposed to men like me."

Tony smiled at him and said, "God has a funny way of getting even with men like you. In all my years of marriage, I never strayed from my wife. I had all the opportunity in the world, because of my business dealings. I could have snapped my fingers and had any woman of my choice, but I did not stray from Rose. It was the smartest decision I ever made."

Philip looked at Celeste and begged, "Celeste, darling, please let it be a boy. I do not want it to be a gorgeous girl like you, because men like me will try to take advantage of her. I would go to jail for killing all of them."

"Philip, do you remember what you said about your education?"

"I do not remember what I had for breakfast this morning, and you want me to remember a conversation about my education? Why don't you let Antonia hit me again, and maybe it will come back to me."

Antonia started to rise, when she felt a hand on her shoulder and a voice that said, "No."

She looked at Frank and said, "He asked me to do it."

"No he didn't, and you know it."

"I don't have any fun anymore."

"You will have a lot of fun once the baby is born." Frank kissed her, and Antonia smiled up at her husband and put her head on his chest.

"You said to me your education was useless except for learning about the land and wine. I now know that you were absolutely correct. You know nothing about genetics and who is responsible for the sex of the

Baby. You asked me to make it a girl. You are truly going to have to learn more about everything, besides wine. 'Men, I cannot believe women are made from the side of a man. It has to be the other way around.' Men are responsible for the sex of the baby, Philip. It is the first thing they tell you in high school sex education classes. The second thing they tell young girls is not to expect anything from a young man. They are only interested in their own orgasm, and when they have finished, they will leave you high and dry. In my experience, and I have a lot of it, it is true."

"I have never left you high and dry."

"I am a good actress."

"You lie like a rug."

"All men should die at birth."

Rose yelled, "Alright you two, enough. You could not love each other more if you tried. Cut out this nonsense, and kiss and makeup. If you do not, I will turn Antonia loose on both of you."

Celeste looked menacingly at Philip, and Philip returned the look back at her. Then they heard a chair being moved back from the table, and saw Antonia stand up, smiling. They gave each other a perfunctory kiss.

Antonia was not impressed and started walking around the table towards them.

Immediately, they took each other into their arms, and kissed passionately. 

Antonia stopped and looked both of them in the eyes. "I cannot have my baby's godparents fighting like this. If anything happens to Frank and me, you cannot have an unstable marriage. If this is the way you two are going to act, I will have to find a couple to raise my baby, who are more suitable then you two."

Celeste looked surprised. "Godparents, how can I be a godparent, I am not catholic?" 

"I could ask a guerrilla to be my child's godparent, if I wanted to, as long as it promised to raise my baby as a Catholic. I decided to ask you, instead."

"You are getting very close to being smacked, you insect."

"The bishop did not say I could not defend myself."

"Since I am pregnant, I will let Philip defend my honor."

Mindful of the last time he was attacked by Antonia, Phillips said, "Fight your own battles Celeste; I nearly got a concussion the last time she hit me."

Tony said, "Excuse me, did I miss something exciting?"

Frank said, "Dad, Philip did not know the rules about Antonia's height, but he learn them very quickly. Only Celeste gets away with calling her short or other names that would indicate Antonia is less than a giant redwood. One day, while we were out in the vineyards, Philip and Celeste found Antonia and me fooling around. Philip made the mistake of calling your daughter, "Shorty." About 40 seconds later, when he regained consciousness, he asked us what hit him. We told him it was a right cross from Antonia. He was lucky she had already left to take a shower because he said, "I did not think she could reach that high." If she had heard that remark, he would have been unconscious for another 40 seconds, or 40 weeks. Your daughter is very particular about who mentions how tall she is and how they do it. Not even I am allowed to say... nope, I am not going to say it, because I like the way my face is now. Can I hear an 'Amen' for the champion?"

The chorus yelled out, "Amen."

Antonia smiled and raised her hands in victory, as Celeste whispered in her ear, "Remember Antonia, All Glory is fleeting."

"Celeste, did you have to go and burst my bubble so soon."

Her father answered, "I told that to someone once."

"Dad, do not press your luck."

Tony smiled, "I can call the bishop, also."

"You have to rub it in."

"I never know when I will get this chance again. I have to take full advantage of it, now."

"Mom, are you sure you want to keep him?"

"Daughter, are you sure you want to keep Frank?"

"Dammit, there they go again; using my own words against me. I think I will be quiet, before they become smarter than I am."

Celeste reminded Antonia of an old saying, "When we are very young children, our parents are brilliant. When we are teenagers our parents become idiots. When we are young adults, our parents know absolutely nothing. When we have children of our own, we start to realize that sometimes our parents were right. As we reach middle age, we begin to realize how smart our parents really were. When we reach the age our parents were, before they passed away, we finally realize that our parents were geniuses."

"Celeste I hate you, I really, really hate you. You had to say that with my parents sitting at this table. I will never hear the end of it now."

"Antonia, as your father, I will never say to you how much smarter than you I am. I never went to college, I never had a boyfriend, and I never had a baby. So I will never be as smart as you are."

"Dad, I hate you, I really, really hate you."

Rose said to her, "Be nice to your father, after all he is in a coma."

Everyone at the table laughed, as Rose raised that point. 

Then Celeste brought up something else that was quite important.

"Has everyone decided if they are going to go to Ann's wedding?"

Tony waited for Rose to answer. Finally, she said, "Yes, I am going. On my way back I am going to stop in New York to see my grandbaby, and some old friends. I am also told that a miracle will happen, while I am there. My husband will start to come out of his coma, and I will have to come back here to be at his side when he wakes up."

There was a rush of talk at the table about the permutations of things that could happen upon his recovery. Congress may want to speak to him. The FBI might want to speak to him. The press will definitely want to speak to him.

Tony asked everyone to calm down, and listen to him. He said, "The doctors will tell everyone that because of the blood loss I had and the oxygen deprivation, to my brain, I may never recover full cognitive function. I have suffered long-term memory loss, and even though my short-term memory appears to be unaffected, my prognosis for a full recovery is guarded."

Celeste said, "Tony that is an excellent plan. Make sure you have at least three or more doctor's sign off on it. One doctor will not be enough. MDs and psychiatrist are going to be needed to pull that off. Your brothers help is going to be needed again, Philip. Do not wait until a last minute to obtain it."

"Yes dear."

"The only reason I keep him is because I love him so much. Maybe I can even potty train him; who knows?"

Philip said, "This is getting really old folks. I feel like I am a pin cushion and you guys are taking a quilt apart."

Frank said, "You see Celeste; he is becoming smarter by the minute."

Antonia said that she and Frank were both going also. 

Celeste said, "Philip, Frank and I will fit in my airplane, however we are going to have to put you in with the luggage, because you are carrying around so much extra weight."

Antonia replied, "If I took a straight pin and punctured those fake balloons you have under your blouse, we could fit a 64 piece orchestra in your airplane."

"These are mine and you know it, reject."

"What store did you buy those in Celeste; Michelin?"

"I have stock in Michelin you ninny, and it is very profitable."

"I still want to milk those jugs."

"You cannot do that, I promised Philip."

"He has already knocked you up; can I get rid of him for you, now?"

Frank interjected, "Antonia, I believe you are slipping backwards now."

While they were eating dinner, Frank's phone rang and he left the table to answer it. It was his mom and she was just checking in to see how Antonia was doing and asking him if they would like to stop over on Wednesday, for dinner.

Frank asked the usual question, "What are you going to make mom?"

"What would you like Frank, because there are only three things in this world you would ask me to make for you."

"Would homemade ravioli be too much to ask?"

"Thank God I only had one child. Two like you I would be in the kitchen forever. Will 100 of them be enough so you can take some home?"

"If you want me to take some home, you would better make 150."

"Frank, why aren't you as big as a house?"

"I have my parent's genes, and I work out like a bandit to keep my girlish figure."

"How is everything by you, mom? Did you and dad screw all over the house today?"

"No, we had to be good today. Your mother was over and slept in our guestroom. She was up all night fooling around with Anthony. She wanted to put him on a guilt trip for sleeping all day. She slept for six hours and when she went back there. She told me she was going to give it to him good for leaving her alone all day. I wonder what effect it had on him."

"I don't know mom, but I am going to find out soon."

"You are over there? You cannot say anything to them, she will kill me."

"It will all be in good fun mom, trust me. If you hear gunshots, it will be Tony chasing Rose through the vineyards."

"Do not even joke about that Frank, because if she lives you will lose your mother to one of those gunshots."

"Do not worry about a thing mom; this is going to be fun."

"I think your father and I are going to go to a movie; an all night movie."

"Enjoy yourself mom, I know I am."

Frank walked back to the table and sat down. He listened to the conversation that was going on, with great interest.

Antonia asked who the call was from and Frank said that it was from his mother. 

She asked, "Is everything all right over there?"

"Yes, everything is fine. She invited us to dinner Wednesday night. She is going to make me ravioli. It is one of my favorite things."

Celeste laughed. "They could put steel on your plate, Frank, and it would be one of your favorite things."

Tony laughed and said, "He is still a growing boy. He has to fill out that scrawny frame of his."

Philip was drinking wine, when Tony said that and he coughed and spit a little of it out. He said, "Tony, when I took Frank to the tailor's for his tuxedo, they did not know what to do with him. If he puts any more muscle on that body of his, they will have to put a tent around him. His shoulders are too wide, and his hips are too narrow. Hell, his thigh muscles are almost as big as my waist. The only muscle that is not growing is his dick."

Antonia said, "Don't you bet your life on it."

Celeste groaned, "Don't tell me that, I may get to miss it more."

Philip looked at her and spelled the one word she said for him never to say. "D I V O R C E!"

"Philip, do you remember our conversation about you looking at all the young women but only touching me?"

"Yes, I remember."

"How dare you keep me from thinking about the one thing I might miss in our marriage, and never touch?"

"Am I ever going to win an argument with you, Celeste?"

"No you are not, so get used to it Philip. You get to name all your male children, as long as I like the names you pick. I get to pick the names of the girls; you have no say in that matter. We have agreed to love each other for whom we are, and you knew I was a bitch when we met. My hormones are raging, because you got me pregnant, while I was still on the pill. God only knows how you did that, but I will get even with you, if it is the last thing I do."

Rose said, "I did not know you could get pregnant, while you are on the birth control pill."

"The pill is 99% effective. Mister Lucky here got through on the 1%."

Antonia told her mother not to worry about it, because she bet Frank that it was going to happen anyhow.

Celeste said, "That is another thing I wanted to talk to you about Grumpy. I can understand you figuring out that I wanted to marry Philip. There were a lot of clues going back and forth between us, and you are always very smart and very intuitive and I hate every bone in your impish body. However, when did you bet with Frank that I was going to be pregnant, before I got married, and how did you know?"

Antonia looked at Frank and said, "I believe we made both bets in November, am I right Frank?"

"Yes you are. You made both bets, with me; right after Celeste made the second phone call."

"You little witch, that is what you are, little and a witch. You know what they do with your kind, in Salem, don't you?"

"They 'Salem' around the harbor?"

"That was not even funny Antonia."

"It was the best I could do on short notice, cunt."

Rose yelled, "Antonia, watch your mouth."

"Yes mother."

"I have you now pipsqueak. You have a hall monitor, and I am free to insult you forever. You are smaller than mouse droppings."

Antonia fumed as Celeste said this to her. Frank's hand weighed heavily on her shoulder as Celeste readied for her next salvo.

"If Snow White needed and eighth dwarf, they would reject you because you are too small."

Antonia struggled to stand up, but Frank held her down even though her eyes pleaded with him to let her up. She turned back towards Celeste and waited for the next salvo to hit her, and when she saw Celeste smiled she gritted her teeth and waited for it to come.

Antonia watched as Celeste opened her mouth and said, "You and Ann are the best friends I have ever had. I love you, you little snowflake."

Antonia did not know what to do with herself, so she cried. Celeste took her into her arms and held her tightly. She said to her, "Don't worry baby, it is just the hormones. We will get through this just fine."

"Are we going to keep Philip, or are we going to kill him and every other man?"

"I have to keep him baby; I love him too much to let him go. Remember, if I let you kill Philip, we would have to kill Frank also."

"That would be a terrible loss, Celeste. At the rate Frank is growing, he could help repopulate the planet."

"I was just beginning to calm down, and you had to say that, didn't you."

"The bishop said I had to tell the truth. That thing is like a beaver, without any trees around to gnaw on. It just seems to grow and grow and grow. Sometimes I think he is in the living room watching television, while I am getting laid in the bedroom."

Frank said, "I never watch television while I am fucking you. I may be studying but I never watch television."

Rose turned to Anthony and asked, "Do you think we should get him a porn contract if he is that big?"

"Mother, how dare you say that about my husband?"

"I have always heard that porn is a recession proof industry. It would be a good hedge against going broke."

"I could always live in my house in Brooklyn."

"What about your tenants?"

"If they are good and one of them can cook, they can stay."

Rose said, "That is very kind of you, but the cook no longer does laundry."

"Frank does the laundry for us, mom. I cannot reach into the bottom of the washing machine."

Celeste and Philip started laughing, but Frank reminded them of the time she called the villa, and he was attempting to put Antonia into the washing machine.

Nearly at the same second, Rose, and Tony said, "You were trying to do what?"

Frank smiled at them and explained. "Antonia was having a particularly violent day, and I had to cool her off. The bathroom was too far away, so I decided to stuff her into the washing machine instead. I almost had her in there, when Celeste called and interrupted me."

Rose asked, "Would she have fit in there?"

"I might have had to adjust her spine a little, but I would have gotten her in there."

Tony looked at him and said, "In my former life, if I had five of you, I could have gotten rid of 50 men."

"Dad, look what you would have done to the unemployment rate."

"Antonia, I can see that college is doing you a world of good. Economics and Finance seem to be a perfect fit for you."

Celeste said, "I forgot to tell you, Countrywide Mortgage is looking for a buyer. If they do not find one by the end of this month, they will have to file for bankruptcy. I am getting a check $36 million plus or minus, because of that little rodent."

"Couldn't you say something nice about me, because I am making you all that money?"

"When it is in my bank account, I will think about it."

"Bitch."

"Whore."

"Troll."

"Enough already you two, why are you making so much money off my daughter, Celeste," asked Anthony?

"I had a conversation with my broker and he said it was not going to happen until much later in the year. I told him I had a source that said it was going to happen in March or April. He asked me who that source was and I told him it was an 18-year-old college student. He asked me what system she was using and I told him it was the system between her ears. He told me his computers were better. I said to him that if he was wrong and Antonia was right I wanted my $10 million retainer back plus all fees and commissions that I paid up to that point. I spoke to him yesterday, and he wants to talk to this midget and find out how she knew it was going to happen this early. I believe he is going to offer her a job. I will not allow her to work for anyone else but me. She will start after finishes college, and pushes out two more puppies."

Antonia asked, "How much of a fee do I get for being right, this time?"

"You are still an amateur, amateur's work for free."

"Tightwad."

"Okay, I'll let you babysit."

"I am a very expensive babysitter. I went to Catholic school."

"So that is the excuse you are going to use to steal money from me."

"It is not stealing, if you know it is coming."

"Troglodyte."

"One day you're going to have to tell me what that means."

"It is a small, antisocial, prehistoric person living in a cave. I put in prehistoric just for you, midget."

"It is nice to know that you think about me all the time."

"You are supposed to get angry with me when I say that to you."

"As Frank says, I am getting better at this than I was before."

"Now you are ruining my fun."

"Tough fake titties."

"You know they are not fake, Antonia. You have sucked on them long enough."

"The ones I nursed on were smaller and less round. These tits belong to a zaftig Bavarian woman, singing a Wagnerian Opera."

"Frank she is going over to the dark side again. Take her to the bishop, immediately."

"I am sorry Celeste, but she is doing just fine. She is not yelling, cursing, or threatening anyone. She is using logic and contrary arguments to confuse her opponents. She has you on the ropes, and I am extremely proud of my wife."




Why I Hated The Guy From The FBI Ch. 13



"Philip, kill him."

"Celeste, get real. Look at the size of Frank and then look at me. I would need a tank to hurt him. All he would need is his pinky finger to kill me."

"Men, they get you pregnant and then they desert you."

"I do not know what you are talking about Celeste. My husband is sitting right next to me."

"So is mine, Antonia. However, yours is a stud, and mine is a floor. Everyone walks all over mine; and everybody dreams of yours."

"I am willing to share, because he is way too big for me."

Celeste did not answer right away and Philip said, "Celeste, you promised."

"I know, I know, but a girl can dream can't she."

Frank said to his friend, "Philip, I am a one woman man. Right after Antonia has our baby; I will kill her and take Celeste off your hands. That way I can remain a one woman man."

Antonia chuckled because she knew Frank was kidding. However Philip was not amused. "Frank, I will get that sniper rifle and kill you."

Frank looked at Anthony and said, "He could have said anything else and I would have been worried. After seeing him use that rifle, I feel as snug as a bug in a rug."

To add insult to injury, Tony said, "I could be standing next to you Frank, and he would miss both of us."

"Would you two guys like to lay some money on that?"

"I think the grand would do Tony; would you think?"

"No, I think that is too little. Let's put some pressure on him and make it $5000. That would make him forget how to load the rifle, no less fire it properly."

"You are very funny guys. Frank, you leave my Celeste alone."

"Philip, don't be an ass. I will never touch her, because I love Antonia. Do not let your anger blind you from what you have in front of you. You talk about women like they are playthings, because you used to use them that way. You are not used to having a woman, who used to play with men that way. How do you like it Philip. Think of your daughter going out with a man like you? Think of having all your children being daughters."

Philip's eyes opened wide as he thought about that prospect. His head spun; and he fainted dead away.

Celeste screamed, "Frank, look what you have done to him. You made him think, and you overloaded his brain. He can only associate things with land and wine. Anything else is over his head."

Frank looked at her and said, "Don't you think we should do something for him."

Celeste looked at Philip lying peacefully on the floor and said, "Screw him, he is fine. He has got to realize that getting me pregnant is a 50-50 proposition. If it is not a boy it has to be the other sex. He has got to learn to say the word, 'GIRL!'"

Anthony, Rose, and Antonia were laughing up to storm as Philip started to wake up. He opened his eyes and saw Celeste and Frank looking down at him. Celeste said one word before he passed out "GIRL." 

Frank looked at her and said, "Now you know how to get rid of him, if he is bothering you."

Celeste laughed, "Every cloud does have a silver lining."

While Frank and Celeste were talking, Antonia walked silently around them with a large bucket of ice water and started to dump it onto Philip.

At the last moment Frank saw her and yelled, "No."

Antonia did it anyhow. 

Philip sputtered and screeched, because of the icy temperatures of the water, and threatened to kill the person who did that to him. He did not see Antonia, because she was behind him and beat a hasty retreat back to the table. He only saw Frank and Celeste hovering over him.

"I will get you two for that drenching."

Celeste looked at him and said, "Genius, look at us. Do we have anything on or near us that could dump water on you? Do not rush with your answer, think this one out."

"Celeste, pregnant or not I am going to take you over my knee and spank you. You are treating me like a child and I do not appreciate it. I am going to be your husband, and I wish to be treated with the respect due to that office."

"If you wish to be treated with respect, you must first earn it. Where is the object that we could have drenched you with, Philip?"

"I do not see one around here."

"Very good Philip; then someone else must have perpetrated this offense upon you. Think hard my love, would it have been Anthony Caruso? Would it have been Rose Caruso? Or might it have been Antonia Caruso Gennaro?"

"I would say it was Antonia, but she is all the way over there, by her parents."

"Have you seen Antonia run, Philip?

"Yes, she is very fast."

"Frank, I told you my future husband is a genius."

Frank helped Philip stand up and once he was steady on his feet Philip walked towards Antonia and asked, "Did you dump ice water on me?"

"I most certainly did."

"Why did you do that to me?"

"I wanted to try what Celeste tried on you."

"What did Celeste do to me that you now want to try?"

Antonia stood up, stepped up onto her chair, so that she was nearly eye-to-eye with Philip, and yelled, "GIRL!"

Philip did not fall down this time, but he staggered back three or four steps. Frank grabbed him before he hurt himself. The laughter from the five people around him; hurt him more than hitting the tiles on the floor would have.

He straightened up and said, "Alright folks, I get the message. I have some work to do on the issue of sex and babies. However, when my daughter's reach the age of 11, they are going into convent school."

Frank intercepted Antonia in mid-air, as she was going for Philip's throat. Only God could have saved him if she had gotten there, because she would have ripped it out with one hand.

"Baby, calm down; calm down. Please, let me handle this. Let me talk to him."

"No Frank, now I have to kill him. There is no excuse in the world you can give me for not killing him at this moment. No child is going to a convent school, while I am alive."

Rose and Anthony were horrified by Antonia's reaction to Philip's words. They knew she resented being sent away to the nunnery, but they had no idea that her resentment went that deep. They now wondered if they had scarred their daughter for life. 

Rose walked over to Frank and said, "I have her Frank, I will take care of her. You talk to Philip; you talk to him good. Make sure he never mentions that again, when he is around her."

Antonia looked at her mother and wondered if she finally realized how traumatized she was by her years in the convent school. Those years were gone and could never be gotten back; however, maybe she and her mother could reconnect, completely.

It was not only Philip that was afraid, but Celeste was shaken by the venom shown by Antonia. Frank sat them both down and explained what had happened. It was not a short conversation; but a detailed one that went into the nuts and bolts of Antonia's psyche.

When he was finished, Celeste said, "Oh my God, that poor child."

Philip's comment was shorter and to the point. "Oh shit." He got up and started walking towards Antonia. Frank cautioned him to be very careful.

Antonia was tucked, safely, in her mother's arms, while her mother was whispering into her ear, and trying to calm her down.

Philip said, "Antonia, would you please go for a walk with me in the gardens."

Antonia did not want to leave her mother's arms, because she felt safe and secure. However, Rose started pushing her towards a standing position so she could walk with Philip. This friendship was too important to all of them to have one statement fracture it, permanently.

As they entered the formal garden area, Philip took Antonia's arm and hooked it into his. He did not talk for a little while and just let the peace of the area soak in. Finally, he said, "Do you know what the pH level of this area is?"

"No, I do not Philip."

"I do, because I have to know to keep it green and growing like this."

They kept walking, and he asked, "Do you know how much lime we have to put down to keep the grass from becoming overgrown with weeds?"

"No Philip, I do not."

"I do, because I have to know so the weeds do not take over the entire area. I could tell you 1000 things about this one area we are in, Antonia, but I could not tell you one thing about being in a convent. I had no idea what it was like for you in there. I had no idea of the trauma that you went through. Frank said that your parents did not even realize what you went through until recently. When I said I was sending my girls to the convent I did not think of it in a mean way. It was a father's way of trying to keeping his daughter's away from people like him. You heard what your father said about keeping true to your mother. I do not know how to say this other than to say girls were sport to me. The more I could have, the better I felt about myself. It meant I was more desirable, than the other guys. I never anticipated getting married, or having children. So the thought never bothered me about sleeping with a different girl or different girls on different nights. Now the thought of one of my daughters meeting someone like me terrifies me. What kind of influence am I going to be on a young girl, when she asks me how I handled dating, when I was her age? Celeste, at least, waited until she was 19. I started in grade school. As soon as it got up, I got going. I was 11 years old, and I was banging 16-year-old girls. The worst thing in this world that can happen to a man like me is to have a daughter. I know what men are like. I know every trick a guy will try to get into a young girl's pants. When I said I wanted to put my girl into a convent, I was only half joking; the other half was dead serious.

Antonia said, "Philip, you are looking at it all wrong. If you put your girl into a convent you are setting her up for failure. They will come out with no knowledge of sex, at all, just like I did. I had all the questions, and none of the answers. So I did what every other kid would do. I went on to the Internet and got all the wrong information.

I saw dogs fuck women, and I was horrified. I saw men brutalizing women and I was even more horrified. I saw women tied up, with their mouths filled with ball gags, being whipped and gang raped. This was my introduction to sex. I knew there had to be something better and more loving than what I was seeing on my computer. My brother, Vincent, was just like you. He brought home girl after girl, day after day, and my mother had no say in the matter; because my father condoned it. Why, because Vincent is a man, and if a girl let him do that to her, she was a slut. Those were my father's exact words. When my father was considering letting me go out to a movie, escorted by my new guard, Frank, he bought me the newest type cell phone. One day, I hid it in Vincent's bedroom, hoping to see what sex really look like, between a man and a woman. I got lucky; because that was the day Vincent brought Donna home. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. Dressed she was beautiful, naked she was stunning. I could hear their conversation, and knew she was a virgin, because of it. I watched the entire episode, from beginning to end. I fell in love with sex, at that moment. I could not do anything about it but the thought of it was mind bending.

The great part about that day is that it changed Vincent forever. He had help from mom and me, but I believe he would have made the same decision, given a little more time. He got Donna pregnant after taking Donna's virginity and as you can see them today, they love each other deeply. I do not recommend it for everyone, I do not recommend it for anyone, but sometimes in very rare circumstances, it does work out. However, Vincent's first child is Annarosa; a girl Philip, a beautiful little girl. How do you think my brother is going to handle things, when she begins middle school and high school? Is he going to put a chastity belt on her? Is he going to put guards around her 24 hours a day? Or, is he going to bring her up, the best he can, and let her use her best judgment to control her own situations. You cannot keep a child in jail, let them out, and expect them to make sound, rational decisions. They have to be part of society, every day, so they can learn, and have their minds grow with it. That is what causes their parents hair to go gray and their father's hair to disappear. It is all part of the natural order of things, and all you can do as a parent, is prepare your children for every eventuality.

"Antonia, how did you get so smart? Was it all those years in that dank, dark room, with that single bed, without a window?"

"I had a window; I was just too short to see out of it."

They had been gone for so long Frank and Anthony were getting ready to send out a search party to find the grave one of them had dug for the other. When they emerged from the gardens, laughing with each other, there was a sigh of relief from everyone.

Celeste said, "It is good to see you are both alive and well."

Antonia replied, "It took me a while to get him up, but once he was up I kept him up for a long time."

"Philip, would you like to explain what 'Mini me' just said?"

"No Celeste, I think I will leave it right there, and let you figure it out for yourself."

"Philip, you are a dead man. ' Mini me', you and I will talk later."

"No, I don't think so. I worked so hard to get Philip where he is, I think I will go home because Frank is always up and I do not have to work so hard."

"Death may not become you, shorty."

"I am too tired to worry about that now. Keep those fake things away from flames and pins, until I see you next time. Maybe we will open up the expansion table and instead of putting the leaf in, we will put you on it, with your udders facing downward, and I will milk them for you. If that does not work, we can close the table and see if they pop."

"You are getting downright mean little person, I may have to flush you down the toilet."

"Oh goodie, water rides!"

"I liked you better when you were a tyrant."

"I love you too Celeste. I will see you next week; goodbye."

When Celeste and Philip got home, she had two phone calls to make. Marlon's was easy, and he was overjoyed for her. She knew the next one was going to be interesting to say the least. She showered and changed into her nightshirt and made herself a cup of tea. She went out on the balcony and dialed the number in California.

"Hello Ann is your pussy stuffed or can you talk."

"It is 4 PM, on a Sunday afternoon, Celeste. Do you think all Charlie and I do is fuck, all day?"

"Yes."

"Well you are wrong. Charlie and I have some very interesting conversations, every now and then. However, at this moment, he is discussing linguistics, with our child, through my vagina. So as long as we do not disturb him, you can talk to me."

"Okay, I only have one thing to say, and then I will hang up, if that is okay with you?"

"Go ahead, but make it fast, because the discussion is becoming very arousing."

"Okay, I am pregnant. Click."

"What!"

Ann nearly broke Charlie's neck, because of the way she moved. She screamed into the phone, "Say that again." However, as she listened all she heard was dead air on the other end of the phone. 

She screamed again, "You bitch I will eviscerate you for that." She scrambled out of bed to look for her cell phone which had Celeste's number on speed dial. She hit the speed dial button and got a busy signal.

Ann screamed, "You did that on purpose bitch, hang up that phone or I will ring your neck."

She hit the speed dial again and Celeste answered sweetly, "Hellooo."

"You did this because you were jealous of me and Charlie."

"I am sorry, who is this?"

"If you don't stop fooling around I'm going to come back to Italy, and beat you to within an inch of your life."

"Oh this must be that bitch, who is going to be using my home for her wedding. Hello Ann, how are you. Is there anything new going on in your life?"

"Celeste, stop this shit and tell me what happened."

"I reacted just like you did, Ann. I wanted to kill the son of a bitch. I was still on the pill and he got me pregnant."

"Did you hear that Charlie, Celeste was still on the pill, and Philip got her pregnant?"

Charlie replied, "Man is he good."

Celeste said to Ann, "Tell Charlie I heard that, and Philip said the same thing when he heard I was pregnant. My reply was, "You are dead." In Charlie's case, I may just carry out that threat."

"You cannot do that Celeste, I love him."

"A few days ago you wanted to kill him. All I am doing is trying to do, is help you."

"A woman has the right to change her mind, and speaking about minds, what are you going to do about your pregnancy."

"I have several stories to tell you, but I will do that when I am with you. However, I am due in October, which means we have a very busy social calendar for this year. Your wedding is in April; Antonia's baby is due in June; my wedding is in July; your baby is due in September; my baby is due in October. It is a very unorthodox way to do things, but our babies are to be born into happy, two-parent households."

"This all happened because of that little pest of a friend of yours. If she had not gotten pregnant, neither would we. Our lives would still be footloose and fancy free."

"Ann, are you absolutely sure you would want it that way?"

"Celeste, I am scared to death. I do not know how to be a mother. Charlie is already mothering me. He keeps telling me he was a mama's boy, and not to worry about it. He will teach me everything I need to know. I knew he was a keeper, from the moment I met him."

"Doughnuts, frosted flakes and all, isn't that right, Ann?"

"You really know how to hurt your friends don't you, Celeste?"

"Charlie's tongue is probably cold, Ann. Let him go back to his linguistic exercises and talk to your baby. I will speak to you again soon, all right?"

"Alright blondie, please take care of yourself. Take your vitamins your baby's life depends on it."

"Yes mommy, I know; that is what the doctor told me. Goodbye." 

Charlie looked up at Ann and said, "Three sets of friends, three pregnancies; what are the odds on that happening?"

"I have no idea, Charlie. However, Antonia and Frank were the only ones trying for a baby. Philip beat the pill to get Celeste pregnant. 

Heaven only knows what you did to get this old broad's system working again to get her pregnant."

"Ann, if all old broads looked like you; more old men would be wearing smiles like mine."

"Charlie, my panties already off, and you have two fingers is in my asshole. You already have my body, and soul; so you do not have to flatter me."

"The truth is not flattery you sexy wench, nor is it puffery. It is just stating a fact."

"I love you Charlie, I have since the moment you told me you could cook."

"Flatterer."

The End

Chapter 13 



Why I Hated The Guy From The FBI Ch. 14



Note: This story is a novel. All characters, places, and time frames are fictitious and any references are strictly coincidental in nature. The author retains all rights to this story. 

47. Another Domino Falls

Ann was very pleased that her bouts of morning sickness were now passed and she could concentrate totally on the upcoming festivities of her wedding. Charlie had been an absolute trooper in coordinating everything to this point. The only person she had ever seen that could strike more fear into people was Celeste.

With 10 days remaining, Charlie had the people, who were erecting the three huge tents behind the mansion, running for their lives. He gave them explicit instructions to set the tents up facing east to west, with the rising and setting Sun. He even marked the exact locations of the tents for them, using orange Day-Glo paint. He left to let them do their job, and went into town to check on the caterers. When he returned, two tents were up and they were working on the third tent. There was one problem: They were facing north and south, and Charlie was not happy. 

He calmly asked to speak to Mr. Scherb, the owner of the company, to whom he had given the directions, at the beginning of the day.

He was informed that Mr. Scherb had another project he was preparing, and that their supervisor had left for the day. 

Charlie said, "Contact either the foreman or Mr. Scherb, and tell either one of them, I am about to burn down their tents, if one of them is not here within 30 minutes. If they wish to know why, tell them "I am unhappy; very, very unhappy."

Steve Scherb showed up, driving his Maserati, 20 minutes later, with smoke coming out of his ears. He drove up on Celeste's manicured lawn, and tore it up, when he skidded to a stop. He was a very big man; 6'5" tall and at least 240 pounds of muscle. He walked up to Charlie and said, "So you are the asshole, who is going to burn down my tents. I am going to drive you into the lawn, like a stake."

Charlie stood there calmly, and said, "You and how many of your men."

Scherb reared back and took a swing at Charlie's head. He missed. Charlie broke Scherb's left leg, with one well-placed kick.

Scherb's screamed in pain, as his men looked on in shock. No one ever dared to talk back to their boss. This man dared him, and then broke his leg.

Charlie looked down at his victim, and asked him, "Do you own that car, or does the bank?"

"Call an ambulance you prick; you broke my leg."

"Answer my question before I break the other one."

"Yes I own the car."

"Is the registration in it?"

"Of course it is you idiot."

"Good, because your signing it over to me. It is my car. I am charging you with assault, and I have all these witnesses. You have destroyed the personal property of Ms. Celeste Mesner. You drove your car onto her lawn and skidded to a stop, thereby destroying it. She is going to sue you for everything you own, and every dime you will ever make for the rest of your life.

You were instructed, by me, to set these tents up East and West, with the rising and setting Sun. I marked their positions on the ground for you. You disobeyed my directions and destroyed more of Miss Mesner's property, by doing so. You will instruct your men to take down these monstrosities, immediately. They will return tomorrow morning and erect them in the positions that are marked. We will not be billed for your services. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand. Will you call an ambulance for me, now?"

"Crawl over to my car, get me the registration, and sign it. Then I will call you an ambulance."

An ambulance had already been dispatched to Celeste's home, because one of Scherb's men had done it. By having this man crawl to his car, in extreme pain; he was just adding insult, to his injury.

When the police arrived, Charlie gave his statement, and Scherb gave his. Amazingly, they were very close to being identical. 

As they were loading Scherb into the ambulance, Charlie reminded him to send him the title to the car, within 48 hours, if he liked his right leg the way it is."

When Scherb asked him if that was a threat, Charlie calmly said, "Until last December, I worked for the FBI, in the Brooklyn drug enforcement unit, and it was amazing how many friends you make all over the country. Drugs can be found in the most amazing places and upon people you would never expect use and sell drugs."

Scherb looked at him in horror. "The title will be sent to you, without delay."

"It has been a pleasure doing business with you Mr. Scherb. Are the keys still in the car?"

"Yes they are."

"Enjoy your ride to the hospital."

When Charlie arrived home he yelled to Ann, "Babe, I got you a present."

"Charlie, I don't need anything, but what did you buy me?"

"Take a look, I hope you like the color, because I cannot return it."

Ann stepped out of the house, looked at the bright gold Maserati and gasped. "Charlie, that thing costs a fortune."

"I got it at a fire sale."

"It has fire damage?"

"It will take too long to explain what happened. Do you want to take it for a ride?"

"Do you want to eat your doughnuts?"

"I will take that as a yes. However, I suggest that you put a skirt or pants on, your pussy juice might stain the seats."

"Oh shit, I was getting undressed, because I heard you drive up to the house."

Charlie laughed. "I am glad you know what I want for dinner, Ann."

"Breakfast, lunch, snack, and dinner Charlie; any time of day or night you are ready for sex."

Charlie got into the passenger side and put on his seatbelt. Ann got in and immediately knew there was a problem, because the car had three pedals. She said, "Charlie, this is a stick shift; I do not know how to drive a stick shift."

Charlie said, "Okay, let's switch sides and I will teach you."

He didn't start the car. He showed her that the car has six forward gears and one reverse gear. He said she would never get out of third gear in town. If she went on the highway, she would be in fourth gear. If she was in Texas, she could use fifth and maybe sixth gear.

Ann asked, "How fast would I be going if I was in sixth gear?"

"Ann, you would be traveling at about 190 mph, which is faster than most twin-engine propeller driven airplanes."

"I don't think so Charlie. I would have passed out long before I got there."

They sat in the car for 30 minutes or so, as Charlie explained how to go through the clutch and the gears at the same time. Ann was an excellent teacher; however, in this case, she was a poor student.

He said, "Let's go inside, I have an idea that may help you learn how to use a stick shift."

"Charlie, why do I have the feeling this lesson includes sex."

"Ann, you are very smart. You are very tactile person and you love to feel you way around problems."

"Charlie, you are so full of shit, your eyes are even brown."

"I will take that as a compliment, as long as I can get you into bed."

He did; and she learned how to use a stick shift, by using his dick, with her right hand, and pushing her left foot into his mouth so he could suck on her toes. She also jerked and sucked him off, during this marathon learning process. Neither he, nor she, minded the interruptions. Early the next morning, they went out for their first ride in her Maserati. It was not a complete success, however it was a beginning.

At 9 AM, Charlie arrived at Celeste's palatial home to observe the workers raising the tents. Scherb was there, with his leg in a cast, from toe to hip. He was supervising his men to make sure there was no repeat of yesterday's errors. When he saw Charlie approach he had mixed feelings. The guy had not filed charges against him for assault, which kept him out of jail. However, he had screwed him out of the $400,000 vehicle. It still remained to be seen if he would carry out his threat to have Celeste Mesner sue him for the destruction of her property.

"Hello Mr. Scherb how are you this morning."

"My leg hurts like hell, how do you think I feel?"

"How do you think my face would feel if your right hand had connected?"

"I guess it would hurt about the same as my leg."

"There you go. How are your men doing this morning?"

"They found your markings, and they still got it wrong. They put up the first one and realized they had put it between the first and second markings. They had to take it down and start all over again."

"I do not know how they could possibly make that mistake. I marked everything with right and left angles, showing them exactly where to put everything. You gave me the measurements of the tents, and I used a tape measure and a laser to make sure everything was plumb."

"Shit happens, Mr. Gomes. I am just happy that you made us put up the tents this early. If we put them up the day before the wedding and this fiasco happened, there would have been hell to pay."

"You have no idea Mr. Scherb, you have absolutely no idea."

"Yes I do. I have dealt with brides and the mothers of brides, for 15 years. After all that time, I thought I had seen and done it all. Yesterday, however was the first time I had to deal with a groom. I have marked that experience down in my book, as a thing not to be repeated."

"In my experience, as an FBI agent, once you live through something like that, you tend to remember it, and avoid that situation at all costs."

"I have something for you. Here is the title to the car. I have signed it and had it notarized. All you have to do is bring it down to the motor vehicle department, have it transferred into your name, and pay the transfer fees. It will be yours, enjoy it."

"I do not like sports cars. I gave it to my bride as a wedding present. It is the first time she has ever driven a stick shift. She practiced on it the first thing this morning. I do not believe the gears will be the same ever again."

Steve Scherb grimaced in pain, and this time it was not from his leg. The thought of that high-powered machine being put through its paces, by a novice, turned his stomach. How such a thing could be done was beyond his comprehension. He wanted to cry.

It was time to leave for the airport. Rose said goodbye to Anthony the night before, by trying her best to fuck him every way she knew how. It was a repeat of their 14-hour marathon, but this time she would not wake him up the following day. She left him a love note on the dresser and told him not to call her, because he was in a coma. It would seem really strange to hear from him. She signed it, "Your Love Slave" with a happy face next to it.

Stephano Castronova drove Rose to the college campus to pick up Antonia and Frank. From there, he drove to the Lineata airport, where they awaited the arrival of Celeste, Philip, and Frank's parents.

Gloria and Philip Gennaro were ready to go. They were waiting to be picked by the limousine that was picking them up. They had made love, again, in the garden last night, however, this time it was not acrobatic and hurried. It was the slow mingling of two hearts, bodies, and souls, which knew each other so very well. Time and time again, each of them came, while being crushed in the other's arms. Philip poured his essence into Gloria three times, during the night, and into the early morning hours. He had not been able to cum like that since he was in his early 30s. He was going to complain about it. The thing he found most amazing, during the entire evening, was his erection never softened. He stayed rock hard the entire time. He did not take a wonder drug or male enhancement pill of any kind. Gloria was the only drug he feasted on, and she was the elixir of his life. Since that first time in the garden, she freely gave him access to every opening in her body, without reservation. He in return, acceded to her wishes. There was nowhere in the house where she was safe. He demanded that she wear skirts in the house, and no panties. When the mood struck him, wherever she was, it happened. The laundry room was his favorite. He would lift her up onto the dryer and turn it on. The tumbling motion and the vibration added to the sensation of his penetration, and Gloria was in heaven. He even flipped her around a few times, had her give him a blowjob in that position, while he fingered her pussy, and mauled her clit. She came continuously, and he flooded her mouth with a load of semen, which was too much for her to swallow. She loved this change in her husband, and started watching his porn channels with him, to see what he liked best. Then she would try to emulate what she had seen on the screen, to see how it affected him. Nightgowns came in brown wrapped packages, but she absolutely refused to buy the cheerleader outfit. She was still considering the naughty nurse frock. Her breasts were not big enough to make it look like the woman in the advertisement. The paddles were interesting, but she had not shown them to Philip, yet. She knew she would, but not just yet. She was not feeling like herself, for last week or so, and she decided to hide those two things for a little while.

When everyone was at the airport and checked through the private security entrance, everyone walked out towards Celeste's private aircraft. The Gulfstream sat there gleaming in the sun, and everyone, except Celeste, was impressed. As soon as, they sat down, the door closed, and the flight attendant read the safety instructions. Marlon asked, "Madam, are you going to be alright, or should I bring you your drink."

"Marlon if you do that to me again I am going to fire you."

"Again madam, due to my advanced years, I am beginning to lose count."

"I am going to drop you off at Iceland, and let you play with the volcanoes."

"What a wonderful idea, Madam. They have wonderful hot springs in Iceland, and it would be wonderful for my arthritis, and my hearing. One day, I will hear you say, 'Marlon you are fired' and you will mean it."

"You will never get that lucky, Marlon. Sit down, before you fall down on takeoff."

"Shall I tuck you in, madam, as I did on the flight here?"

"Marlon, you are incorrigible."

"Yes madam, I know."

Philip said to her, "I now know how to control you. I will just call Marlon and have him do it for me."

Marlon overheard him say this to Celeste and he replied, "No Sir, I will not do that for you. Once you have married Miss Mesner, my job is complete. I have a modest pension and some money in the bank, and I have friends that wish for me to live with them, and raise some of their more volatile children. The only time I will reappear in my lady's life, is if you lay a hand on her. When I find out about this, I will make sure that you are minus both hands and both feet, so that you may crawl around for the rest of your life, begging her forgiveness."

"Holy shit, Marlon, Celeste didn't tell me you had a temper."

"I do not have a temper Mr. Castronova. I just do whatever I can to make sure my lady is protected."

"Dammit Marlon, my name is Celeste. You used it twice, why can't you use it now."

"You know the rules madam. On the day I give you away, to this "Dirt Farmer" I will call you by your given name for the rest of my life."

Philip said, "I only used that expression one time, Marlon. Have you been spying on us?"

Marlon's smiled. "Wherever my lady is; I know everything that is going on around her."

Celeste smiled at her friend and mentor. "Marlon, you are absolutely incorrigible."

"Yes madam, I know."

The flight time from Milan to San Luis Obispo is a little more than 10 hours. If there is a fun part of traveling east to west, it is you keep gaining time. If you leave Milan at 10 AM, you may arrive exhausted; however, it is only 11 AM West Coast, United States time. You have a full day ahead of you, and 'Jet Lag' begins.

Celeste wished she had let Marlon give her that drink. However, she was pregnant, and did not wish to take anything that might harm her baby. She found out Philip could sleep through a hurricane. Once they were airborne, she snuggled in his arms, and shortly thereafter she heard him start snoring gently. His arms slipped away from her, and six hours later, he finally woke up. She wanted to kill him, because she had not slept a wink.

Rose read her magazines through most of the trip, and only caught a few short naps, along the way. 

Antonia sat in Frank's lap the entire trip; sometimes sleeping, sometimes just talking in whispers to him. The change in her was nothing short of miraculous and Celeste was happy for her. She did not know what Bishop Delphini had done to help her calm the devils inside her. However, that man should be elevated to Cardinal, if not sainthood, immediately. She would talk to Monsignor Chang about that, prior to Ann's wedding. She wanted to thank him for helping her make the right decision, with Philip, anyhow. 

Gloria and Philip were acting like newlyweds. They were covered by blankets; however you could see they were playing touchy-feely underneath them. It seemed that Italy had raised everyone's passion level, and she wondered if it had anything to do with Phillip's wine. He did everything, with such tender loving care; she would not be surprised if that was true. Three very close friends had gotten pregnant, while in Italy, in a very short time span. It could not be coincidental. Antonia had been trying to get pregnant. Ann thought she was beyond the age of conception. She had been on birth control pills, since she was 19 years old. Once she found out she loved sex, and could have any man she wanted, she started fucking like a rabbit. How Philip had beaten the pill was beyond her cognition level. The Doctor was absolutely incredulous. The Doctor took blood samples to verify her hormone levels, because she did not believe it was possible to beat the birth control pill she was on. She was wrong. She emailed the drug company a copy of the hormone level test results and the results of the pregnancy test. 

The company could not believe it, and requested more blood work, from Celeste. The doctor said she would get it, during Celeste's next visit.

As the limousines drove up to Celeste's estate home, Rose tried to remain calm, but she could not. She asked Celeste, "What the hell did you do to get from one side to the other?"

Celeste laughed. "When I was very young, I used my tricycle. As I grew up, I use my bicycle. When I was old enough, I used my skateboard. I terrorized the entire staff."

Rose said, "If it was me, I would've used a Volkswagen Carmen Ghia."

"What is a Carmen Ghia?"

"You are too young to remember it. I am almost too young to remember it. However, I saw it at a classic car show at the Jacob Javits Center. It was a 1960s Volkswagen convertible sports car. It was a two-seater, with the air-cooled engine in the back, and it was gorgeous. It was low and sporty and could fly. I wanted Tony to buy it for me, but he said no, because it would draw too much attention to him. I was crushed, but I understood what he meant."

"Why don't you by yourself a convertible now?"

"Don't you think I am a little bit past the convertible age?"

"Age is only a number, Rose. The only thing that counts is how you feel. You are young, as long as you feel young. How do you feel, Rose?"

"Recently, I feel like a spring chicken."

"In that case, I have a present for you in my garage."

"Celeste, I have enough money to buy whatever I need or want."

"Rose, I have enough money to buy a country."

"I cannot argue with that logic."

After everyone had settled into their rooms in the largest house they had ever been in, Celeste took them on a tour of her 18-car garage. She took four of her staff members with her, so they could uncover the cars she wanted to show them. Some were classics that her father had purchased, and never moved. They would be sold at a later date, for an ungodly amount of money. She had several convertibles uncovered and asked Rose which one she liked best.




Why I Hated The Guy From The FBI Ch. 14



Rose pointed at a Porsche Boxster but Celeste immediately said "No. It has a terrible gearbox, and it is not practical, because you cannot take it to the mall. The next one Rose pointed at was a Rolls-Royce Phantom Drophead. Celeste agreed with her. "That is a practical car, and you can take it anywhere. It is yours. I will send it to you, when you have made a decision on where you want to live permanently." "Thank you, Celeste. It is a wonderful looking car and I will take very good care of it."

"I have to hire you first, so I can keep the insurance and the expenses on a corporate account. I will have my lawyers write up the papers, and have you paid the going rate for a language teacher. You will be required to teach my baby Italian. Can you do that for me, once or twice a year?"

"I believe I can fit that into my very busy schedule, but only if you let me babysit, so you and Philip can go out, or go away for a while."

Celeste smiled. "You drive a very hard bargain Rose, but I am sure I can convince my husband that you are trustworthy enough to leave his little "GIRL" with you."

Rose turned around, because she knew Philip must have entered the garage. There he was standing by the entryway, holding his hand to his heart, hoping it was still beating. She started laughing and said to Celeste, "Woman, if you want him to live, until your wedding day, you had better cut that out."

"But Rose, it is so much fun watching the blood drain from his face, when he hears that word."

Philip had recovered enough to say, "I am going to get you for that, Celeste. I am going to get you for that big time."

"Would you prefer that I mention how much I make per hour, Philip?"

"No; do not do that either. You may kill everyone here."

Phil Gennaro asked "How much do you make per hour?"

"No, you do not want to know Phil; really, you do not want to hear that number."

"Do you know how much she makes?"

"Yes, I do, and I nearly tossed my cookies, when I found out."

"How did you find out?"

"I asked her, and she would not tell me. So I bet her one hundred dollars that I could take the shock of hearing the number. All I had to do to win was stand still. I lost."

"You did not have the balls to stand still, because she said a number."

"I will bet you $100 that you cannot stand still either."

"You are on, Philip." 

"Go ahead, Celeste tell him how much you make an hour."

"It will cost you $1000 for me to tell him."

"$1000, are you out of your mind?"

"I do not want to do it. If you force me to do it, I want it to be worth my while."

"You are caught between a rock and a hard place, Mister Castronova. It is going to be interesting to watch how you get out of this," Rose said.

"It is very simple Rose; I am going to buy her a smaller diamond ring."

"She needs another diamond ring, like Russia needs another nuclear bomb. Think of something more original, Philip."

"Thank you Rose that was the big one in my arsenal. What am I supposed to do now?"

Rose said, "Try to think outside the box, Philip."

Philip stood there for a moment and you could see the light bulb go on. He looked at Celeste and said, "I hope we have a baby "GIRL!" 

Rose smiled, and Celeste had a shocked look on her face. She looked at Philip, and he still had color in his face. He had not grasped his heart, nor had he fallen down. He was looking at her, with pure love in his eyes. He was going to love and protect their baby, with all his heart and soul, forever, regardless, if it was a GIRL, or a BOY. 

She decided to tease him, one more time. "What happens if it is twins?"

He surprised her when he replied, "The more the merrier!"

The five people in the garage laughed, because this time, Celeste turned white, with fear.

Phil Gennaro said, "I still want to know how much you make per hour, Celeste?"

"Okay Philip, all you have to do to win your bet is stand still. Ladies, gentlemen, if you will take your positions around him, just in case he decides to fall; I would prefer his head not hit the concrete surface, and bleed all over it. It takes too long to get the stain out."

Phil said, "Very funny, Celeste, just say it so I can collect my money, however if I find out you lied to me, I want $100 from you, also."

"Last year, my hourly wage was a little more than $237,000.00 per hour."

Phil Gennaro tried his best to stand still; but his knees buckled, his right ankle turned out, and he keeled over. Luckily, one of Celeste men caught him, prior to his head making contact with the floor, and lay him down gently.

What no one noticed, at least for the moment was Gloria had fallen, also? She was caught by another of Celeste's men.

Although Rose was taken aback by the huge number, she had assumed it would be an astronomical figure. She was ready, but it was a number even higher than she had imagined.

One of Celeste's men asked, "What should we do with them, Miss Celeste."

"Just place them side by side, and we will leave them here. When they wake up, I am sure they will find their way back to the house."

"Yes Miss."

Gloria woke up a few minutes later, and laughed when she saw her husband was sleeping next to her. She knew it was the combination of the shock and the jet lag that was keeping him asleep, but the concrete floor was both cold and damp. She would not let him continue to sleep on it. She nudged him once, then twice and he refused to wake up. The third time she was not as gentle. 

He opened his eyes and said, "What happened?"

"You lost your bet."

"You mean I lost $100?"

"Yes, it looks like you will have to go back to work."

"No, I will just take it out of your allowance."

"You have never given me an allowance. I had to take my spending money out of the food money."

"Is that why food was so expensive in New York?"

"No, you just like good food. Good food is expensive."

"I think I will get up now, how about you? "

"Yes, I think they will be looking for us."

Philip took her hand and helped her to rise. As Gloria took her first steps, her stomach cramped, she leaned over and started to wretch. The vomiting started moments later.

Philip did not know what to do for her. He helped her slowly out of the garage and towards the main house. He saw one of the maintenance men and he cried out for help. The man used his radio and several people came running towards them. Soon afterwards, Frank came running out of the house followed by Antonia and Celeste.

Frank said, "Mom, what is wrong?"

"I don't know, Frank. I just started feeling bad and I started throwing up in the garage. I don't know if I'm just tired from the trip, or if I ate something on the airplane. I have not been myself lately. Maybe I have the flu; or if I am just run down from all the activity, with your father."

Celeste said, "Oh my God, not you too?"

Philip said, "What do you mean, 'Not You Too?'"

Celeste smiled. "$5 will get you $100 she's pregnant."

Frank looked at Celeste and said, "You are out of your mind. She is 48 years old; she cannot be pregnant."

Antonia and Celeste looked at each other and nodded their heads. "Okay Frank, we will bet you $1000 straight up, that she is pregnant."

It was unfortunate they were not looking at Philip, because the next thing they heard was a thud, as he fell onto the grass. Frank yelled, "Dad!"

Antonia said to Celeste, "I think he agrees with us."

Gloria looked at her husband, as he lay down on the floor, and said, "Frank give me your gun, I am going to kill that rotten son of a bitch, if I am pregnant. He could have done this to me 26 years ago and I would have been fine. Now you are going to have a sibling you could be the father of. That man has got to die, and I am going to do the honors."

"Mom, if you are not up to it, Antonia and I will raise the baby."

"That is very kind of you Frank. However, before I kill your father, I want to make sure I am pregnant. Can you get me one of those pregnancy tests from a drugstore, please?"

"You will have it this afternoon, mom."

"I need you to teach me how to fire your gun. I do not need to learn how to aim it, because I am going to stick it up his ass and fire it."

"Do you realize how much that is going to hurt him?"

"Do you realize how much it hurt to deliver you?"

"I will get you the pregnancy test, and keep my mouth shut."

"Good thinking, Frank, I knew I raised you correctly."

"No mom, it is not that you raised me correctly; it is I know when Antonia has made up her mind, I could give her 1000 logical reasons to change it, and I would be wasting air. I am getting that same vibe from you, so I am just going to stop arguing with you."

Gloria looked at Antonia, "I love you Antonia; I really do."

Antonia smiled and replied, "Mom, he was very easy to train, because you did all the groundwork."

As they were walking towards the main house, Celeste looked at Antonia and said, "That is four out of five women, who were in Italy for your wedding that are pregnant. The only one that remains is your mother. We have to ask her if she is pregnant."

Antonia remarked, "Oh goodie, if she is, that means someone gets to kill my father, and I get to watch."

Frank said, "Antonia, confession."

"God dammit Frank, leave me alone."

"That is two, Antonia."

"Alright, I'll make arrangements for a car."

Celeste took her by the shoulders and said, "I love the new you."

"Yes, Celeste, I am as interesting as watching grass grow."

"Yes, but you have the cutest little baby bump I have ever seen. How many pounds have you gained?"

"Nine."

Frank interjected. "She has only gained 9 pounds, but she eats like a horse."

Celeste laughed, "Maybe a tiny horse, or a pony."

"Are you starting that shit all over again?"

"Three!"

"Fuck you, Frank."

"Four!"

"I hate you, you prick."

"Five. What is the bishop's phone number?"

"I hate you, Frank. I really, really hate you."

"Six. Never mind, I found it. 011-39-02-666-9999 ext. 666. That is the number, right dear.

"Fuck you, Frank, and the dragon you rode in on."

"Seven. I am pushing the buttons on my cell phone."

"Don't you do that to me? He will send me back to a convent, just to piss me off."

"Eight!"

"If I go to hell and you meet me there, I am going to make eternity, seem like forever."

Smiling, Frank said, "I thought that is what eternity was, Antonia?"

"There you go thinking again, Frank."

Celeste took her by the shoulders, kissed her head, and said, "Antonia, there is still no one in the world like you."

They entered the house and Antonia yelled for her mother. Rose called out that she was in a large room with books, a pool table, and a fireplace.

Celeste said, "She is in my father's study; follow me."

"Hi mom; how are you feeling?"

"I am feeling just fine, why do you ask?"

"You are not nauseous, or dizzy, or feel like you are coming down with the flu?"

"No, as I said, I am feeling just fine."

"God dammit."

"That is nine, Antonia!"

"Stop it, Frank!"

"Do you want to try for 10? I am sure the bishop will be very interested to find out, how far you have fallen."

"Let me finish talking to my mother and I will go to confession with you, Frank."

"If you hit number 10, the bishop gets a phone call. I do not care if the baby is born in a convent."

Rose and Celeste could see the fire in Antonia's eyes and watched as her mouth began to open. They clamped their hands over her mouth; and restrained her with their arms, so she could not move. It took a few moments for her to calm down, but she did.

Her mother whispered into her ear, "You may not care where my grandchild is born, but I do. It will be born in a proper hospital, or at home. It will not be born surrounded by nuns, who have hurt you, because of your father, and me. Control yourself, or I will control you."

"Yes mom."

"Now, you wanted to ask me something?"

"Mom, are you pregnant?"

"I am too old to be pregnant."

"That is what Gloria thought, also."

"Gloria is pregnant?"

"We believe so. When we go into town, we are picking up a pregnancy test to verify it. However, we are positive that she is."

"How did that happen?"

Celeste laughed, "The usual way."

"How did she take the news? How did Philip take the news?"

"Gloria was stunned when we suggested it, but all the signs point to her being pregnant. When she realized we might be right, she looked at Philip and said that he was a dead man. Of course, he was already on the floor, unconscious. He took it like a man."

Rose laughed at the last part; and understood why Gloria wanted to kill her husband. She had Frank 27 years ago and now she was going to have another baby. She would have killed him, also.

Celeste explained to Rose that four had a five women who went to Antonia's wedding from the United States were now pregnant. She was the only one who had come away unscathed.

Rose repeated her first inference. "As I told you, I am too old to have a baby. I have not had a period in more than 4 years. My baby factory has shut down, and I am free to do as I wish."

"I guess you are correct, mom. No one gets to kill dad."

Frank yelled, "That was an almost Antonia."

Antonia turned and was about to say something to her husband. Hands again trapped her mouth, before the words could come out.

"Confession, my daughter, is good for the soul. I will come with you to make sure you do not reach the number 10."

"After I go to confession, mom, can I kill my husband?"

"Do you want to give me the bishop's number and I will ask him?"

"Mom, not you too?"

"Baby, I like the new you. I like how far you have come in such a short time. You have grown from a little girl into a beautiful young woman. I will not allow you to regress back into the bitch you were."

"That is one mom."

"You should only know how high the real number is, Antonia. According to your father, my mouth should be washed out with soap, because I have become a slut."

"That is wonderful, mom. I hope he is not complaining."

"He is definitely not complaining. He is enjoying every moment of it."

"Can I listen in on your confession?"

"I do not think so, Antonia. You have to be over 21 to hear what I have to say."

"Why does everyone raise the age limit on the things that I can do, say, and hear? I am not allowed to have any fun."

"It is for your own good, baby. I do not want to corrupt your young mind."

"Bulls..."

Rose and Celeste clamped their hands over her mouth before she could finish saying the word.

Frank yelled, "That was close baby; that was very close."

Celeste yelled, "Fuck you, Frank. Why don't you go out back with Charlie and check on the tents. I hope one falls on you."

"You should thank God you are not Catholic Celeste, because that would count as your first one.'"

"You are not even close, Frank; not by a mile."

"Why does everyone think I am the bad guy? I am just following the bishop's directive."

"If you were not smiling, while you were doing it, people might think you were doing it for Antonia's good. With that shit eating grin on your face, everyone knows that you are doing it for your own enjoyment."

"Okay, from now on I will try to do it with a frown on my face."

Celeste said "I will bet you $1 million you cannot do it, five times in a row, without smiling."

Rose added, "I will add another million dollars to that and say he will not make it three times without smiling."

"You two women know me too well. However, how will you know if I smiled or not."

"Ask Philip; he will tell you that nothing goes on around me, that Marlon does not know about. He used a phrase one time, in a private conversation with me, and Marlon knew it. I do not know how he found out about it, but he knew it. He told Philip if ever hit me, he would be minus both hands and both feet, and would crawl around for the rest of his life begging for my forgiveness. Marlon knows everything. If you smile, he will know it."

"There goes another good idea shot to hell."

"Madam, you wished to go into town."

"Marlon, I did not call you yet."

"Madam, how many times have you had to call me in the past?"

"Forget it Marlon, I am tired of arguing with you."

"Thank you, madam; I will consider it another reprieve. The car is waiting; and I know how you hate to waste fuel."

"Why don't you turn the car off, until we are ready to leave?"

"I have already done that, madam."

"Then explain to me, how we are wasting fuel."

"Would you like the complete answer, or will the short answer do?"

"The short answer will be fine, Marlon."

"Thank you, madam. When the engine has heated, it runs more efficiently and uses less gasoline. When you let the engine cool, it becomes less efficient. The engine is now cooling, because you are forcing me to give you this primary lesson. Therefore, you madam, are wasting fuel. Before you say it madam, I will say it for you, 'Marlon, you are fired.' Good day, madam; I will meet you at the car."

Antonia laughed, then looked at Celeste, and said, "What was that?"

"That was the most priceless man in this world. I wish he were my father. He says he is not, and I believe him. Nothing bad had better happened to him, because I will destroy anyone that harms him. I will be inconsolable, when he dies. He has raised me from the time I was a baby, and I do not know what I will do without him."

"Why doesn't he call you Celeste then?"

"He said he will call me by my given name when I am 60. I must have asked him a thousand times to call me Celeste, and I get the same answer. I have fired him, at least 15 times and the results are the same. 'Thank you, madam, I will meet you at the car or wherever.' He is a millionaire many times over; however, he will not leave my side, because he promised my mother he would protect me from harm. I love that man more than my own life. I would do anything for him; anything at all.

Frank said, "In that case, why don't we get going. He is standing by the limousine, holding the door open, waiting for you to get your ass into the car."

"I am going to kill that old man myself. I told him repeatedly to sit in the car, out of the sun. If he gets skin cancer, I will rip it off his body with my nails."

Antonia laughed at her friend. "It is so nice to see that you love Marlon so much, Celeste. I would hate to be your enemy."

"Shut up you diminutive turd."

Rose laughed, and said to Antonia, "I can see where your previous attitude went. I hope it does not transfer to her baby."

Celeste replied, "I hope it does, so my baby will kick the shit out of her baby."

Antonia reminded Celeste of one problem. "My husband is Frank, tall, very, very strong, and handsome. Your husband is Philip tall, not strong, but extremely handsome. If your baby hurts my baby; my Frank will kill your Philip and place his remains in a tomato soup can. Your husband will never be able to say the word divorce to you, and you will be able carry him around in your pocketbook, all the time."

"I hate you Antonia, I really, really hate you."

"Marlon is waiting, shall we go?"

"I am going to tell Frank that you committed number 10."

"Go ahead, Make My Day."

The tab on the first pregnancy test turned blue. The second pregnancy test showed the plus sign. Gloria screamed in agony. She washed her hands, left the restroom, and looked for her husband, who waited for her, with the others, on the rear patio.

When she saw him, she threw both sticks at him and yelled, "Take your last breath, because I am going to kill you."

Everyone started laughing, except Philip Gennaro. He started running for his life, but he was no match for a woman who went to the gym three times a week. She caught him on the lawn, tackled him like a linebacker, and started pummeling him on his back and head.




Why I Hated The Guy From The FBI Ch. 14



He cried out, "I didn't know you could get pregnant. After all these years, how could it possibly happen? Are you sure it is mine?"

That last line was nearly his last. She took off a shoe and began hitting him over the head with it. "Who else would it have been, you fucking idiot. We live in the middle of a vineyard. We are together every day, and now you accuse me of cheating on you. Stay here while I get Frank's gun. It will be more merciful than what I have in store for you."

As Gloria turned around she saw five other people laughing at both of them. She said, "What are you laughing at."

Philip Castronova was holding Celeste in his arms, said to her, "Gloria, the last time I checked, it took two people to make a baby."

"So you are telling me this is my fault?"

"No, it is both your responsibility."

"I am 48 years old I am not supposed to get pregnant."

"Mom," Frank said, "you are 48 years old, and you are pregnant. The question is: 1. Do you want to kill dad and raise the child as a single parent. 2. Do you want him to live and raise the baby in a two parent home? 3. Do you want Antonia and me to raise the baby, because you feel you are too old to do it yourself? 4. Do you want to abort the baby?

"Are you out of your fucking mind, Frank? I would never abort a baby, not even if my life depended on it."

Her husband grabbed her by her shoulders and said, "On that last one I would disagree with you vehemently. There is no way I would allow you to give up your life for a child."

"Our religion says..."

"When it comes to your life, our religion can take a hike."

Philip Castronova said to Celeste, "Do you see what I mean, babe; religion has its limits. All of us have to find our own comfort zones within them."

"Yes Philip, I believe I am beginning to understand. I cannot wait for you to meet Monsignor Chang. I know you are going to love him."

"What should I do, Philip?"

"I think the first thing 'We' should do is get you to a doctor, and make sure that you are okay, with this pregnancy. Then we have to make sure that the baby is okay. If everything is okay, with both of those, when we get back to Italy, we will have to decide what color to paint a room. One thing is for sure, this baby will have a lot of babies play with, while it is growing up."

Celeste laughed and said, "Maybe I should buy all the land within a few miles of Philip's home. We can build one large compound, and put a wall around the whole area. We can put tracking devices on the babies, and let them outside to play. When we need them, we will know where our children are, and we can go get them."

Antonia said, "Mom, if I thought she was joking, I would laugh. However, if you look at her face, you can see she is absolutely serious."

"Antonia, as long as Celeste puts another fence around the Olympic size pool, the whirlpool, and the spa, I think it is a brilliant idea."

"The only reason you think it is a brilliant idea, mom, is because you are not pregnant." "That is not so, Antonia, because I am going to treat all these babies, like they are my grandchildren."

Gloria applauded, "Antonia, I have never seen you lose so many arguments in one day. When you were your former self, you never lost one."

Antonia said, "Disgusting, isn't it!"

48. April 8th and beyond

Things were so organized for their wedding day; you would have believed that it was set up by a military organization. Charlie's friends had shown up early as requested. They had laid out a plan that was so detailed, that even a mouse could go through a maze and find the piece of cheese on the first try. No cars were allowed to park at the church, if they had less than four people in them. Cars would be left at the church, and buses would transport the guests to Celeste's home, and return them to their cars, on a regular schedule, throughout the day, and night. 

They were not allowed to give gifts to Ann or Charlie. If people wished, they could make a donation to the church or their favorite charity, in their name. Children were allowed, and there was a separate, guarded, restricted area, set aside for them to play in. 

The entire off-duty police roster, from the surrounding areas, was on the property to protect the partygoers, from 'unwanted guests.' They carried their riot gear, including their vests, and side arms." Nothing was being left to chance.

Charlie ordered a bright clear day for their wedding; then he prayed for it, religiously. Someone must have heard his prayers, because he received more than he asked for.

Monsignor Chang made the wedding ritual entertaining rather than rigid. He knew most of the people in attendance, because they were from the college. So when it came time for him to ask Ann to take Charlie for her wedded husband, he said to her, "Are you absolutely sure you want to do this?"

The audience went into hysterics.

"I am, Monsignor."

"Why him, I have seen you date people twice as handsome as he is?"

"Monsignor, please, not now, this is not the time or the place."

There was so much laughing going on in the church; Monsignor Chang almost started laughing, himself.

"Ann, you are one step away from committing to this person for the rest of your life. Why him?"

Ann desperately wanted to say that Charlie had the biggest dick she had ever encountered in her life. However, she knew she would never live that down amongst her friends. So, she came up with 'Plan B.' 

"I want to marry Charlie, because he can cook."

Monsignor Chang could no longer keep a straight face. He and nearly 500 people in the church or laughing so hard, Ann began to cry. 

Charlie whispered into her ear, "Darling, can you recognize a set up when you see one."

Ann stopped crying instantly. "Did you do this to me?"

"I had nothing to do with this, at all. However, I know when someone is yanking my chain. Everyone here loves you to death. Apparently, someone here loves you more than anyone can imagine and put the Monsignor up to no good. Let us finish getting married, and go have a party."

Instead of listening to Charlie, Ann turned around to the audience and said, "If I find out which of you put the Monsignor up to this, I will dig your grave personally, and put you into it alive."

Every person in the audience stood up and said, "Who, us?"

Even Ann had to laugh. "I have enough money to buy a cemetery, but it is going to take me a long time to dig all those graves, by myself. Consider yourselves lucky!"

Ann turned to the Monsignor and said, "Can I get married, now?"

"Do you Ann Theresa Michaels take Charles Umberto Gomes for your lawful wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, until death, do you part?"

"God, yes I do."

"Charlie, I feel bad for you. Ann, by the powers vested in me, by the Roman Catholic Church, and the State of California, I now pronounce you married. Charlie you may kiss your bride, and get her away from these rabble rousers."

A thunderous applause arouse from the guests at the church, as Charlie kissed Ann. As they turned and walked down the aisle hundreds of cameras went off, taking photos of the newlyweds. You can no longer throw rice at weddings, in California, so the guest threw streamers, glitter, and shredded paper at them. Clean up would take hours, but no one cared, and Charlie had covered the cost. 

None of the guests had ever seen Celeste's palatial home, or the grounds that surrounded. The three tents were huge, nearly a football field long and slightly wider. The center tent contained the dais, the orchestra, and the dance floor. Catering trucks surrounded the tents, and hundreds of waiters delivered the meals piping hot to each guest.

Hank was Charlie's 'Best Man' and he delivered a rousing speech about Charlie, being turned from 'Gay to Straight,' because of Ann's prowess in bed.

Celeste was Ann's 'Maid of Honor' and she told the story of Charlie's first day in Ann's life. Ann said into the microphone, "Celeste could not say anything to embarrass her more than she did just then."

Antonia said, "Do you want a bet?"

Ann said, "The usual $100?"

"That is fine by me, unless you want to go higher?"

"You sound very sure of yourself Antonia, so I will stay with the $100."

"Go ahead, Celeste, give it to her."

"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls of all ages, Ann is expecting a baby, in September."

"I am going to kill you, you bitch! We have not told anyone, yet."

Innocently, Celeste said, "What are you talking about, Ann. You have it posted on your website at school."

Very few people at school knew Ann's password to her website. Her secretary was one of them. She took the microphone from Celeste hand, and said, "Angela, if you had anything to do with this, you are fired, then I am going to kill you, and feed you to your flowers."

The big screen televisions in each of the tents carried all these events to each of the revelers. The laughing and the threatening kept the evening alive, with fun, throughout the evening.

At 11 PM, Charlie asked everyone to proceed to the west side of the tents and told them that he was going to have all the lights dimmed for a few moments. Once everyone's eyes had adjusted to the darkness he said, "Ann, I did this only for you." He said into the microphone, "Look at the moon."

Everyone looked up and saw something they never noticed before and had never read about either. 

Charlie said, "Ann that is a 'Moon Ring.' It will appear every time our day comes along. It symbolizes my love for you. It will be there each time we have an anniversary, and so will I."

Ann fell into his arms and cried. "Charlie, you could not make me any happier, if you tried."

"I am going to keep trying, Ann. We have a long way to go, and children to bring into this world."

"One child, only one, or you are dead man!"

"I have to repopulate the Gomes family line."

"Bring in a surrogate, Charlie; I am too old for the shit."

"Take a look around you, Ann. You look better and younger than half the people here; and some of them are your students."

"Once this baby comes out, I am going on the pill."

"Isn't that against your religion?"

"Our religion, Charlie; and right now I could not give a damn."

"Monsignor Chang, will you speak to this woman before she commits a sin."

"Charlie, I told you I felt sorry for you, at the wedding."

Celeste laughed and said to Philip, "I think religion had better start rewriting itself. People seem to be thinking, more and more, for themselves."

"I have been trying to explain that to you, for quite a while now, Celeste. Live a good and productive life; be good to the people around you; help those you can, and do not harm those you cannot help. No one can ask anything more from you."

"Philip, why did not you become a priest? You would have been so good at it."

"At the age of 12, I found out that girls with soft, and I liked them very much."

"Pedophile!"

"I was 12, give me a break."

"Which leg would you like me to break, Philip?"

"I do not care which leg it is, as long as it is not the third one."

"I would never harm that one, Philip; that one belongs to me, forever."

"For the rest of my life, Celeste; I will sign that in blood for you, if you would like."

"My portal is closed to everyone, but you Philip. I will sign that in your blood, also."

"Let's go to bed, someone needs a spanking, badly."

"Sir, I am pregnant, with your child. You may not abuse me. Marlon may find out about it, and he may unhand you."

"I think he will make an exception, in this case."

"Indeed Madam, he just may."

"God dammit Marlon; don't sneak up on me like that, again."

"Shall we recall how many times you have said that to me, Madam?"

"If you start with me now, I am going to fire the entire staff."

"As usual Madam, their bags already packed."

"You see Philip, now you know why I don't stay here a lot. The staff always takes advantage of me."

"Oh, you poor dear, I feel so sorry for you."

"Madam, it is time for you to go to bed. What you do there is none of my concern, however, the child inside you is. You have medication to take and sleep is required for a healthy child. You will go peacefully or you will go. It is your choice, as always."

"People in the Amazon have babies, all the time, Marlon. They do not take medication and they go to sleep and wake up, when they want to wake up."

Marlon raised his right hand and a few seconds later, an eight-person golf cart drove up and stopped beside him. A gorilla of a man stepped out; stood beside Marlon and smiled. 

"Good evening Ms. Celeste, Marlon tells me you need a ride back to the house."

"Good evening Carl. I guess you are not leaving me any choice, are you."

"You know Marlon, madam. His word, on this estate, carries more power than yours."

Philip whispered into Celeste's ear, "You know you are not going to win this one; why argue?"

"You are very perceptive, Mister Philip. You are giving madam very good advice."

"How the hell did you hear that, Marlon?"

"I read lips."

Celeste said, "I give up, I am going to bed."

Carl took her by the arm and escorted her to the front of the golf cart. Once she sat down, he started to buckle her in. She said, "I do not need a seatbelt in a golf cart."

"Madam!"

"Oh Fuck, I will do it myself. I hate you Marlon, I really, really, really hate you."

"Thank you, Madam. I will see you at 9 AM, for breakfast."

Celeste was able to get Gloria and appointment with a gynecologist, who did the appropriate tests and informed her that she was five weeks pregnant. The tests on the baby would come back later, but all signs indicated that it was progressing normally. She was put on a mild anti-nausea drug along with her prenatal vitamins, and iron, because of her age, but the doctor told her not to worry because she was in fine working order.

She asked him, "Why did I get pregnant now, and not all the years in between?"

He said, "Is that mountain out there your son?"

"Yes, he is. Why do you ask?"

"Maybe, after your body pushed him out, it needed a long rest."

"He was not that big when he came out."

"God, I would certainly hope not."

When Gloria exited the office, she kissed her husband, and smacked Frank.

"What did I do?"

"The doctor said it is entirely your fault I could not get pregnant, until now. It took my insides all this time to heal from giving birth to you."

Frank said, "I am going to go in there and have a discussion with the doctor. I will see if I can change his mind."

Gloria laughed, "If you go back there, you will going to be raped by every nurse and technician. They have been drooling over you, since you walked in."

"Great; rape is not my fault. Antonia cannot blame me for being unfaithful. Whom should I start with?"

"That would be their choice not yours; however I think the 80-year-old bookkeeper would probably go first."

"Thank you for that visual, mom; I think we can go back to the estate now."

Before leaving California, Celeste decided to light a fire under Gulfstream aviation about Philip's new airplane. She called and asked to speak to Burke Tolliver, vice president of sales for the Southeast region. He put it on speakerphone and said, "Hello, Celeste, no the 650 is not ready yet."

She replied, "I know that you asshole. You have $10 million of my money sitting in a bank making interest, while you twiddle your thumbs. I want to know why my husband's 550, is not ready, yet."

"Shit, Celeste, I did not know you were married."

"July 1, you cock sucker. That is not the point; why isn't his airplane ready?"

"Let me check my computer, and I will tell you."

Tolliver said, "Celeste, you only place the order three and one half months ago. We are not miracle workers, we make quality airplanes.

"Fuck you, I'm going to the French, cancel my order. As far as the 650 is concerned, send me my money back. You will never get a dime of my money again."

"Come on Celeste, you don't mean that. All of your aircraft are Gulfstream's, because you know they are the best around."

"You watch me; I am going to sell them all at bargain basement prices. I am going to list them as defective. I am going to have my pilots list every nut and bolt that has gone wrong with them. You watch your sales drop, when my friends here about this."

Tolliver started to sweat, because he knew what losing her to the French, English, or German's would do to their business. Losing her friends, and businesses would mean an 18% drop in their bottom line. He would not allow that to happen, over one airplane.

"Celeste, if I could move up delivery by five weeks, would that be satisfactory."

"It has to include lessons to teach my husband how to fly."

"The asshole does not know how to fly?"

"I'm sorry Burke; I did not hear that last statement."

"We would be happy to teach him how to fly."

"That would be wonderful Burke. Bring the airplane to Milan, along with the instructor, and he can do the training there."

"Why don't you just ask us to move operations there?"

"What a wonderful idea. I think I will buy a controlling interest in the company and do just that."

"You wouldn't dare."

"Ask your chairman, I have told him, more than once, if he was not nice to me, I would do it, and fire him."

"Celeste, you are one-of-a-kind."

"If you tell me you have just figured that out Mister Tolliver, I am going to be very insulted."

Philip took her into his arms, and kissed her. "Baby, how does anyone stand up to you, when you are in that mood?"

"What mood, Philip? I just called him to find out when you're airplane was going to be ready. Then I decided to have some fun with him."

"Fun, I think the guy shit his pants."

"Philip, at this moment, Burke is on the phone calling the Chairman of the Board, to find out if what I said true." If there is a board of directors meeting, where my name is not mentioned, there is a sigh of relief. I am a pain in the ass to every company I do not own; because they know what trouble I could cause. "One time I said something to a vice president at General Motors; I don't even remember what the conversation was about, but I told him I was calling Omaha. The next day there stock dropped 11 points. 

Warren called me, laughing, and asked me, "What did I do."

I told him, "Do not thank me Warren, just do what I am going to do. Buy as much General Motors stock as is available, and reap the profits. When the press comes to you and asks you if I called, you can honestly say that I did not. You can even offer to show your telephone logs to prove it." 

I made $175 million, over the course of the next few days, and Berkshire Hathaway made even more."

Philip said, "It must be a bitch, being that rich."

Celeste replied, "I have learned to live with that burden."

Philip smacked her ass and said, "Oh you poor dear."

"Marlon, he smacked me."

"Yes Madam, I know. You deserved it, royally."

Philip shook his head in wonderment. "That man must have television cameras all over this place. He watches you like a hawk."

"Marlon, we will leave in the morning."

"The flight crews have already been informed, and the aircraft have already been serviced, Madam."

"I hate you Marlon I really, really hate you."

"Thank you Madam; take your medicine, and go to bed before I call Carl."

Celeste was about to say something, when Philip put his hand over her mouth. He said to her, "Why argue with the man, when you know you are going to lose."

After they closed the bedroom door, Celeste whispered to Philip, "After everyone is asleep, why don't we slip out the patio doors and go for a moonlight drive down to the beach."

"It sounds very romantic, babe. I will set my watch for 2 AM, and we will stay out until sunrise. How does that sound to you?"




Why I Hated The Guy From The FBI Ch. 14



"It sounds absolutely wonderful, Philip. We have not had a day by ourselves, in a long time."

Celeste turned off the alarm, let Philip out, and reset it while closing the door. They walked quietly towards the garage, open the side door. The lights came on, automatically. They walked down towards her Bentley and were startled, when the garage door opened in front of it.

Marlon said, "Good morning Madam; Jeffrey and Carl will escort you to the beach. I have packed a picnic basket, and warm clothing, which you have forgotten, again."

Philip laughed, but Celeste was fit to be tied. "Marlon, one day I am going to find out how you know everything that I am going to do, and then I am going to fire you for real."

"It will be my utmost pleasure, Madam. If you wish, I will tell you on July 2."

"I have been trying to figure that out on my adult life, and now you're giving me 2 1/2 months more? A lot of good that will do me."

"Madam, sometimes the answer is right at the tip of your tongue."

"Jeffrey, Carl, do you have your firearms?"

"Yes sir, we do."

"Keep a discrete distance from them, and do not let anyone approach them."

"We will keep a 100 yard perimeter around them, sir. If there is a problem, we will call for help."

"Very good; Madam, you may leave now. Mister Philip, I hope both you have a wonderful time."

"Thank you Marlon, I think she will calm down by sunrise."

"Sir, in that case, for breakfast taking her to IHOP would be wonderful."

"Marlon, you know I hate IHOP."

"Exactly Madam, I would not want you to be calm all the way to the mansion." With that, Marlon turned around and walked back towards the residence.

If Celeste could have turned any more red, they would have a new, darker shade for a rose.

She started to say something to Philip but interjected; "I know what you are about to say, but don't say it. You love that man more than you love me; but in a different way. Calm down and let's go to the beach, before you turn into Antonia."

Celeste said, "Before or after her wedding?"

"Do you really want me to answer that question, or do you want to guess?"

"Only if you want to die, Philip. I will have Carl and Jeffrey bury you, in the sand, afterwards. "

After setting up a huge blanket on the sand, Jeffrey and Carl disappeared into the night. Philip wanted their last night, in California, to be a memorable. His hand slipped under her skirt and went straight to her pussy. His mouth pressed against her lips and suppressed the moan that was about to come out. He loved the little ties on each side of her panties, because they became undone so easily. His thumb played with her clitoral hood and then slipped down into her weeping hole. He thrust in and out until she was leaking like a fountain.

She opened her blouse, and pushed her bra down and started to play with her breasts. He said, "Those are mine; leave them alone." He kissed her on her mouth and then attacked her breasts one at a time. He noticed she was being extremely quiet and he asked her why?

"I don't want them to hear me."

"Do you really care what they think?"

"No."

"I will stop now, if you do not start acting like yourself."

"You are being mean, Philip."

"No dearest one, I want you to enjoy this to the fullest." As soon as he said that he thrust three fingers into her, and she arched her hips up towards the sky, and screamed as she came for the first time that morning."

"You sneaky bastard, that was cheating."

"Two things happened, my love, you came, and you enjoyed it to the fullest. I know round two will be even better."

He spread her legs, slipped his head underneath her skirt, and attached his mouth to her slippery cunt. He feasted on her nectar, and nipped at her clit, teasing her to release more of it. She never seemed to run out of that joyful juice, and he never tired of lapping it up. He was very careful, as he rubbed his left hand over her tummy, which had expanded slowly over the months, with their child inside. She was entering her fourth month of pregnancy, and everything was progressing beautifully. He had never seen a more beautiful woman before, and as the pregnancy proceeded, she became more and more stunning.

He was careful, when he inserted a finger into her rectum, not wanting to hurt her, but wishing to help her over the next mountaintop. When he slipped the second finger in, she exploded into his mouth again, with a scream that could have woken the dead, all over San Luis Obispo.

He wiped his mouth, with the fabric of her skirt, and she said to him, "That is silk, dummy, it will never come out."

"I will buy you a dozen more."

"You will have a stroke, when I show you the price tag."

"In that case, I will take it out in trade."

"Sir, what do you have to offer?"

"This..." He slipped his dick into her without stopping, until he hit her cervix, causing her to lose her breath. 

Instead of staying there, he started stroking, in and out, with long quick strokes; without giving her a chance to regain her equilibrium. 

Celeste tried and tried to catch up with him, but all she could do was grab a hold of the shoulders and follow along. She looked into his smiling eyes, and wanted to kiss him, desperately, but his head was too far away. She was finally able to hook one of her legs around his, and then the other. Now she was able to join in. Her hips were able to rise and fall; in counterpoint to his. Where he had been in control, they were now partners. Where he had been able to set the pace, she was now able to use her internal muscles to grab hold of his prick and slow him down to a pace that she liked, also.

He lowered his head kissed her and said, "Spoiled sport."

Celeste replied, "This is called lovemaking, what you were doing was showing off."

"I was showing off for my bride."

"Do you wish to continue talking or would you like to continue making love?"

"Why don't we talk; we can make love any time." 

Celeste faked hitting him with her right hand and threw sand in is faced with her left.

"Now you are going to get it."

"I should certainly hope so."

He continued stroking in and out of her, slowly. Then he slowed down even more. He kept looking into hers eyes, waiting for her to get angry with him. He was amazed when she did not.

Celeste said to him, "As long as you can stay hard, I can lay here until sunrise and feel comfortable. I just feel bad for your knees."

"You bitch, I knew you had ulterior motive."

"I have cum twice already. I am quite satisfied. If you wish to cum, by hand, that is fine by me. If you wish to use me as your vessel, and continue at this pace, be my guest."

"If your nose was not so pretty, I would bite it off. I am about to attack your pussy at high speed. I am going to get you to cum once more, and I will cum along with you."

"I will make you a bet that you can't do it."

"How much do you want to bet?"

"The usual amount, $100."

"You have a bet lady; pay attention, or you may be left high and dry."

"Somehow Philip, I doubt that could happen."

Nearly 20 minutes later, when they were hugging, kissing, and feeling each other all over, the $100 was never mentioned, again.

When they returned to the estate, Celeste was not tired and said to Philip, "It is time to have more fun."

Philip saw the gleam in her eye and asked, "Who are you going to harass now?"

"Someone I pay a lot of money to every year, and who I consider a friend."

"This should be a very interesting conversation."

Celeste hit the speed dial on her cell phone, and it rang twice before it was answered.

"Hello Celeste, how are you this morning?"

"What the fuck took you so long, Jim?"

"I was fucking my secretary."

"I will accept that, but don't let it happen again."

"What can I do for you Celeste?"

"I want you to make some time for me, tomorrow afternoon. We are going to sue the pants off Pfizer."

"Should I bother to ask why?"

"I was taking one of their birth control pills, and I got pregnant. If that is not bad enough, if the baby is born with a birth defect, I want to own the company."

James Hearst replied, "I will start on the paperwork today, and have a draft for you to look at tomorrow. I will clear my calendar from 2 PM on; the rest of the day will be yours. I will have the entire staff here."

"Thank you, Jim, I appreciate it. Clear your calendar for the last few days of June through the July 4th weekend, you are going to a wedding. I am getting married to a wonderful man. His name is Philip Castronova, and he owns a winery in Milan. I will have one of my jets pick you up and bring you there."

"Congratulations Celeste, I already knew you were getting married. Charlie Gomez told me a while ago. I did not know you were pregnant, however, when are you due?"

"I am supposed to deliver sometime in October, but I do not know the exact date, yet."

"Am I going to have the privilege of meeting the young man tomorrow?"

"Yes Jim, I have him on a leash. He is so handsome; I do not let him out of my sight."

"Knowing you Celeste, the leash is made out of diamonds."

"Diamonds would cut his neck; it is made out of platinum."

"I will see you tomorrow afternoon Celeste; have a good flight."

Charlie wanted to honeymoon in Alaska, so he could go fishing for salmon. Ann told him that she would get a divorce first.

Ann wanted to go to China, and see the Great Wall, The Imperial Palace, and all the other tourist sites. Charlie asked her where the divorce papers were.

Celeste told them that their honeymoon was there a wedding present, from Philip and her. She had decided where they were going, because they were both Roman Catholic, and divorce was not allowed. They had consummated their marriage many times, so they could not get an annulment, either.

Charlie asked, "Where are we going?" 

Celeste replied, "You will find out when you get there. However, I can guarantee that you will both be very happy."

"It better include fishing."

"I think they have an aquarium?"

"You are hysterical, Celeste."

Ann said, "I had better be able to get to see things, I have never seen before."

"I can guarantee that Ann. I know you love spiders."

"Bitch."

"If you two do not get a move on it, the plane will leave without you. There are two other couples going with you."

"Who is going with us?"

"If you are not on the aircraft in one hour and ten minutes, they will be leaving without you."

Ann said, "When we get back, I am going to ring your neck."

"You are going to need very long arms, because I will be in Milan."

"I will figure out a way; Charlie has friends."

Charlie replied, "How did I get dragged into this vendetta?"

"I am your wife; you will do as I say."

"Do you want to put money on that?"

"One hour, and the airplane leaves. It is your choice folks."

"Ann, I am going. If you want to continue arguing with Celeste, have fun. I will be back in a few weeks or whenever."

"Don't you dare leave me alone Charlie. I am pregnant."

"Then make a decision; come with me, or argue with Celeste?"

Ann kissed Celeste goodbye, and said, "We will finish this another time. I cannot let that man out of my site. There is no telling what kind of trouble he can get himself into, by himself."

"Get moving Ann, the airplane will not wait for you."

Ann and Charlie charged over to the waiting limousine, got in, and headed off to the airport.

The chauffeur obeyed every speed limit on the way there. Ann begged him to go faster, but he said if he got one more ticket his license would be suspended, and would probably lose his job.

There was no arguing with that logic, but Charlie had a gut feeling that someone was pulling Ann's chain, again. He caught the driver smiling, as he drove slowly through the city, to the airport. It was Celeste's aircraft, and one word from her, and the plane could be half way to Hawaii and she could have the pilot turn it around and come back home. Celeste was lying through her teeth, and Charlie knew it. Should he tell Ann? No; no way, why let her take her wrath out on him, while he was trapped in a car. Let her find out when they were a few miles up in the air. He would threaten to throw her out of the aircraft if she did not calm down. Married life was sure starting out interesting.

As the limousine pulled up alongside the jet, the attendant pulled the baggage from the trunk, loaded it into the cargo hold, closed, and locked the door.

The two flight officers met them at the bottom of the stairs and Ann asked, "Are the other two couples on board?"

The captain said, "You two are our only passengers on our flight today."

"So, you were not going to leave without us?"

"Miss Celeste said our departure time was when you arrived."

Ann screamed, "I am going to kill that bitch. She did it to me again. First, in the church. Then at the reception; and now. The next time I she her, she is dead meat."

Charlie asked, "Is that going to be before or after she gives birth? I want to know if you are going to be charged with one Capital crime, or two."

"Fuck you Charlie; your FBI mentality will not work on me this time. I am going to get even with her if it is the last thing that I do."

"Even is fine, Ann, however, only your pride is wounded. You are still alive, and bitching; while standing in front of her wedding present. Do you want to go home and live in the house she is letting us live in, "RENT FREE," and are we going to go on the "VACATION" she is giving us as a wedding present, before you kill her? I know this is a tough decision Ann. Take a minute, and let your professorial brain process this information, before you answer."

Charlie ducked immediately, and then dodged her leg kicks. He had not had this much fun with her, since the day they met in the hallway, at her college.

Ann continued her attack, but Charlie brushed it off like an annoying fly.

He asked her, "Ann, are you going to calm down, or do I have to calm you down, in front of everyone?"

Ann took a quick survey of the area, and saw more than 25 people had gathered to see what was transpiring. She said out loud, "Next time, I will show you the appropriate method of using your hands and feet, in a coordinated attack, to disable a larger opponent."

Charlie and Ann bowed to each other, and walked towards the steps of the aircraft. He said to her, "Nice recovery dear."

"Classroom indoctrination. Always leave them waiting for the next lesson."

"Can we go on vacation now?"

"I am still going to get even with her, Charlie."

"Even is fine. I may even put you in handcuffs to give you practice lessons."

"Practice lessons my ass, Charlie."

"That too, Ann. Anything goes while the cuffs are on."

"You would not dare; that thing would rip me apart."

"I will bring a needle and thread."

"I will bring a shotgun."

"Spoiled sport."

The End

Chapter 14



Why I Hated The Guy From The FBI Ch. 15



Note: I need to remind some of you, who have written to me after a few of my recent chapters, that this is a work of FICTION. If all the stories on Literotica were factual, this world of ours would have alien life forms, traveling around in ethereal garb, eating buildings for lunch, impregnating men, or "HEAVEN FORBID" ELECTING WOMEN TO IMPORTANT GOVERNMENT POSITIONS IN THE UNITED STATES SENATE, OR CONGRESS. Perhaps even "THE PRESIDENCY!" How fictional and irrational would that be?

Chapter 15

49. Now this is a Honeymoon

Charlie and Ann's Gulfstream took off and headed southeast. Ann said, "That rotten bitch is sending us to Mexico; and she knows I hate Mexico."

Charlie laughed. "She is sending us on a private aircraft, instead of coach; what could be so bad?"

"I do not want to go to a country, where criminals are better armed than the police. Even you, Charlie, cannot make me feel safe, in Mexico."

The captain came on the speaker, "Miss Mesner did not put a flight attendant on this aircraft, and we are not allowed to leave the flight deck, without warning you first. She told us to give you complete privacy in the back of the aircraft, and I quote this from Miss Mesner 'Feel free to screw around. If you find the time, the kitchen is fully stocked; however, Ann is not allowed any alcoholic beverages, because of what Charlie did to her. I hope you enjoy what I planned for you both."

Music came on in the cabin and Ann changed her mind. As she began to undress she said, "Charlie, I love that woman.

He replied, "I wonder if this is going to be a bumpy flight. I might be able to meet Junior."

"The only way your prick can meet Junior, is by tearing me apart. So you will have to wait, until September, to play with him."

"If Philip and Celeste have a girl, he is going to go out if his mind. Two boys, from his closest friends, are going to be chasing his gorgeous daughter. He will have a heart attack, when she turns 12."

"That is not a nice thing to say, Charlie. It may be true, but it is not a nice thing to say."

Charlie patted Ann's swollen belly, kissed it, and said hello to his growing son. The sonogram had shown his penis growing along with the rest of his body. All the tests that Ann had undergone showed that he was healthy; and both his parents were ecstatic.

Charlie had Ann recline and began kissing her thighs. He teased her by not touching anything around her labia, until she was swollen and open. When her clitoris was extended beyond her lips, he attacked it with a fury. Ann came with a scream and a flood of her flavorful juices. Charlie did not allow one drop to go to waste. He suctioned each morsel into his mouth, like a man dying of thirst. While doing this, he excited Ann to another orgasm, as his tongue had driven her mad with desire.

"Fuck me you bastard. I cannot take any more of your tongue. I could rent it out for $1 million an hour; and women would be lined up around the block."

Charlie smiled at his wife and said, "You say the nicest things Ann. However, by contract, I am yours."

"Hurry up and fuck me Charlie, before your tongue is the only thing you have remaining to satisfy me."

"I will be gentle with you, Ann, because of your delicate condition."

"You surely want to die on this trip, don't you Charlie?"

Charlie pulled Ann towards him, and rested her thighs on his. He tormented her by rubbing the head of his dick up and down her slit and pressing it against the bundle of nerves that drives all women crazy. When he saw she was getting close to her next orgasm, he drove his dick as deep as he could, without injuring her, and watched her explode. He did not wait for her to come down from her euphoria. He kept pummeling her with his cock, and she never had a chance to recover. Her eyes were unable to focus; her limbs became catatonic, as she continued to orgasm, time after time.

He slowed down this assault on his bride, and allowed her breathing to return to normal. She appeared to be sleeping, but the smile on her face told him otherwise. He bent down and sucked on her breast. Soon, her hand moved over his head and stroked it. "Where have you been all my life, Charlie?"

"I was searching for you, and it just took me a trip to the Amazon, to finally find you."

"Charlie, why are you still hard?"

"My partner has not helped me cum, yet. She was so busy with her own orgasms, she forgot about me."

"You really gave me a choice, didn't you Charlie? You used that plug of yours like a battering ram, and hit every tender spot inside me. I am sure junior woke up, because of the shaking you gave me."

"I wanted to take it easy on you, but you threatened me with death. I only did what you asked me to do."

"I hate you FBI guys; I hate you with a passion. You have the perfect answer for every question, regardless of what it is. You always put the blame on the other person. You are never guilty; even if the other person is innocent."  

"It is all in our training, Ann. Since I am still inside you, would be okay if I continue now?"

"Do I have a choice in this matter?"

"You always have a choice, Ann; whether I go along with it or not is another story."

"Charlie, your son is kicking."

Charlie put his hand on Ann's belly and sure enough he could feel the kicks and movements of their son. He looked into Ann's eyes, and bent down to kiss her. She said, "Charlie, fuck me, and let him feel his father's power."

Charlie took Ann's legs and raised them onto his shoulders shortening her vaginal canal. It allowed him to penetrate as deep into Ann, as was possible. If his feet did not slip, on the sheets, he could even a little bit deeper. He stroked her slowly, but each stroke was like a pile driver hitting a steel beam. Every time he lunged forward, Ann grunted from the force of his entrance into her. She would have sworn he was getting wider with every stroke, because he was stretching her to her absolute limit. If he got any bigger, she felt giving birth to junior should be easy.

Suddenly, Charlie picked up his pace, and she felt him bathe her cervix, with his life giving cream. However, Junior had already taken up residence in there. This load of 'baby batter' would go for naught. Ann grunted in pain, and in pleasure, as she was pushed over the edge, again. She slipped into dreamland, one more time, and Charlie was there, waiting on the other side, for her arrival.

Junior and Ann went to sleep. Charlie covered them, cleaned himself up, and dressed. He walked up to the flight deck and asked the crew if they would like something to eat or drink. The pilots told him where there packages were stored and Charlie brought it to them. He asked, "Where we are going guys?"

"We are going to Guayaquil, Ecuador."

"Why on earth are we going there?"

"Mr. Gomes, I am not in the habit of asking that question to Miss Mesner. All I know is I am to take care of your wife and you as if my life and my livelihood depended on it; because it does."

Charlie laughed and said, "Guys, I have heard her give that speech before, and I believe every word she says as gospel. We will not cause you one bit of trouble."

"Thank you, Mr. Gomes that is very much appreciated. As part of your itinerary, Miss Mesner has arranged for you to go deep-sea fishing, and part of your wife's itinerary is a little something more exotic.

Charlie said, "I know she's sending me deep-sea fishing because I wanted to go to Alaska on our honeymoon so I could fish. What is so exotic in Ecuador that would excite Ann, because all she wanted to do was go see exotic thing in China?"

The copilot smiled. He looked at Charlie and said, "She will see a lot of exotic things, Charlie, but they are on the Galapagos Islands."

Charlie's face broke into a grin so wide; you would almost think it could crack, like ice. He said, "We had better break this news to her, while we are on the ground. If we tell her, while we are in the air, she could do serious damage to the airplane."

They landed a Guayaquil's Simon Bolivar Airport six hours flying time later, but nine hours total, because the city was on the same longitudinal axis as New York City. Charlie advised Ann of the rules, while he was out fishing. She was never to be alone; she was always to be accompanied by one, or both of the pilots. If she felt sick, and he was out at sea, fishing, they were to put her onto the aircraft, and fly her back to the states, without him. He would get back as soon as possible, thereafter. If necessary, the pilots had his permission to do it, forcefully.

Ann did not want to be without Charlie, so she asked if she could go fishing with him.

He told her that the people he had spoken to say the currents were very swift, and could cause extremely high waves, with very little warning. He did not want her, or the baby, to be put into danger. However, if she wanted to come, she was more than welcome.

The boat Celeste got for them was huge. It was not what was called a 'Day Fisherman,' it was a 'Blue Water' boat; an oceangoing vessel. It had all the comforts of home. It had a crew of 12 men and women to service their every need; and for Charlie, Ann, and the 2 pilots, there was more than enough room to get lost on this vessel.

They left port at 8 AM and headed west, traveling through the Humboldt Current and then west-southwest towards the best-known fishing areas.

Shortly after 11 AM, a call came from the bridge advising everyone there was a school of tuna, off the port bow, and get ready for some very intense fishing. The three men were strapped into their chairs, as Ann watched from the sundeck above them, taking pictures. Within moments, all three men had 'fish on.' Now, the struggle was to reel in the 30 or more pound tuna's. Just as quickly as they caught them, the fish were gone. They reeled the lines in, put bait on the hooks, and cast them back out. They had fish on their lines, and moments later were reeling them back in, only to lose those seconds later. Charlie was furious. Two good size tuna and he had lost them both, for no reason at all. As he stood there cursing his luck a school of dolphin started playing on both sides of the boat. Charlie yelled at them, "You stole my dinner. You should be ashamed of yourselves."

Ann laughed, and she got wonderful pictures of Charlie yelling at the Dolphins.

Charlie turned and snarled at her. He decided to fish at a deeper level. He was still using a medium weight poll and 100-pound test line, still thinking about catching a straggling tuna. Suddenly, he got a hit on his line. It bent his poll nearly in half, before he was able to hit his drag release. Both pilots reeled their lines in so they did not interfere with Charlie's catch. Charlie fought the fish for nearly 3 hours and it did not surface. The boat's captain did a wonderful job keeping the fish clear of the boat, and not allowing the fish to go under it. Finally, the fish gave up, and Charlie was able to reel some in line. He pulled and reeled it in a little at a time, not wanting the line to break now. Everyone wanted to see what Charlie had caught. One seaman was ready with a gaffe to hook this fish when it broke the waterline. Another seaman was ready with a wench to hoist it on board. Finally, the fish broke the waterline, and everyone could see that it was a huge, beautiful, Bluefin tuna. Charlie continued to reel it in towards the boat, where it was gaffed, hooked, and lifted out of the water.

Charlie stood, with his hand holding the lateral fin of the huge tuna, as it hung over the back of the boat, so everyone could take pictures of him. Suddenly, a large black and white monster rose out of the deep, and tore off half the fish with one bite. Then, it disappeared back into the deep blue water. Charlie dove back into the boat as everyone screamed. He got up and yelled, "Get my fish in, before that bastard eats the rest of it. The winch operator was a half second faster than the orca. He swung the tuna clear of the gunwales, as the great black and white shape appeared again, looking for the remainder of his meal. Charlie got back up and looked over the aft end of the boat and yelled, "That fish was mine, you son of a bitch."

Two men pulled Charlie back into the safety of the boat, just as the killer whale breached, for the third time. Charlie screamed, "Where is my gun? I am going to shoot that bastard right between his eyes, so he cannot steal someone's lunch ever again." He was so angry; he almost didn't hear one person laughing raucously, at him. He looked up to the sun deck and saw Ann laughing, again, uncontrollably.

"What is so damn funny, Ann?"

"You told me fishing was fun and relaxing. I can see exactly what you mean." She started laughing, and had to run inside the boat, because she was laughing so hard, she was beginning to cry.

Charlie said, "That is it, now I have to kill someone."

Everyone on the fishing deck started laughing at him.

He walked up to the sundeck and found Ann in the parlor, lying down on a couch trying to stop laughing. She was not very successful.

"Did I rain on your parade madam? Do I tell you that teaching socially deprived children is a waste of time? I put four hours of my labor into catching that fish, and some freeloader comes over, bites half of it away in one second, and what do you do; you laugh, and ridicule me for what I want to do as fun. I do not think that is very kind of you. I think you deserve to be punished in the worst possible way."

"You can't do that Charlie, because I have already done it to you."

"What do you mean you have already done it to me?"

"I wrote a note, and addressed to everyone, Charlie; even your pals at your old office, in Brooklyn. I gave it, and the chip, from my camera to the Communications Officer, and asked him to send it out right away. They should be receiving the files, shortly. The picture of you and your half-eaten treasure will be posted all over the place, Charlie. I can see the caption now, "Charlie: The Half Tuna!" You will be the toast of the town, with all the comments you will be receiving."

"You have been so mean to me I am going to return the favor. I am not going to allow you to go on the portion of the trip Celeste set up for you. The Galapagos Islands are out."

Ann took the pillow she had been holding onto, swung it at Charlie's head, and connected with his left ear. "How long have you known, you piece of shit?"

"Do you know the penalty for attacking your husband?"

"Do you know the penalty for keeping something this important to me a secret?"

"Ann, do you realize that is the first time you have topped one of my threats, with a threat of your own?"

"You bet your ass you mixed breed, shit face, turd."

"Somehow Ann, I think I am in trouble."

"The man from the FBI has finally figured it out. He is in a world of shit; and does not have a way to get out of it. I asked you a question Mr. Gomes, how long have you known about the Galapagos Islands?"

"Mrs. Gomes, I have known about the Galapagos Islands, since we were on the aircraft flying to Ecuador."

"Mr. Gomes, I now have grounds for divorce. You will never see your son, after he enters this world. Do you realize how important going there is to me? Do you realize how long I have wanted to go there and have never been able to get reservations? Death would be too kind a punishment for you. Enjoy your fishing, Charlie, but find another cabin to sleep in, because you are not sleeping in mine."

"Ann, don't you think you are overreacting, just a little? You have to know I was just joking with you, about not letting you go there, don't you?"

"Mr. Gomes, I hope you do not think I am kidding, because I am not. Once we get back to port, I am flying home. I hope you enjoy your half of the fish."

Charlie got angry with Ann and said, "You keep every penny of the money. When our son gets older, tell him he once had a father who loved him. Give him my half of the money, when he finishes college. I know he will turn out to be a good kid." He stormed out of the parlor, and did not see Ann for the remainder of the trip back to port. Ann made no attempt to see him, either.

Charlie told the pilots to take her wherever she wanted to go, and he would find his way home by himself.

The two pilots knew something was terribly wrong, but there was no way they could communicate with Celeste, while they were out on the open ocean. Once they had made landfall, they immediately contacted her and told her what was going on.

Celeste called Ann to find out what had happened between the two of them. When Ann told her the entire story, Celeste started to laugh.

Ann became incensed, and started to yell at her long-time friend and confidant.

"What are you laughing at, Celeste? Don't you realize what he did to me? Don't you realize how important that was to me?

Celeste asked Ann one question. "Was it so important to you, that you threw the rest of your life away?"

"I was angry with him."

"You jackass, how long did you wait to meet someone like him? Did you ever think that you would be as happy as you have been since you met Charlie? You never thought you would have a child, and now you are pregnant with one, because of him. What did you do, when you have your first tiny argument, you throw a hissy fit, because he wanted to surprise you with a trip to the Galapagos Islands. You are some piece of work, Ann; I never would have expected it from you."

Ann cried into the phone, "Oh Celeste, I fucked up, big time."

"Tell me about it, Ann! Now, what are you going to do about?"

"What can I do, I don't know where he is; I don't know what he is going to do?"

"He is at the airport, waiting for a flight to New York. He is not a happy camper, but he will leave you alone, because that is what you want."

"Why do you always know everything?"

"I asked my pilot to try and stop him. Charlie told him that he wanted to give you everything you asked for and more, because he loves you."

"That dumb son of a bitch, I am going to kill him."

"Ann, I think you already have. You ripped his heart out."

"Oh no; I have to stop him Celeste. I have to stop him, before he hurts himself. I have to stop him before he gets on that airplane. I have to apologize to him."

"He is not going to listen to you, Ann. This wasn't even argument material, and you handled it terribly. Why would he want to take a chance? If you two have a big blowout, why would he chance going through this with you, again? I would not take that chance. I don't know anyone, in his right mind would want to take that chance. You may as well go back to California, and resume your old life. You had several months of happiness. Now you will have a baby to remind you of them. I hope it will be enough for you. Goodbye Ann."

Celeste had never done this to her before. She had never left her hanging, without a solution to either of their problems. When they had talked there had always been a satisfactory conclusion to their discussions. This time, Ann was left hanging in the wind. She did not know what time Charlie's plane was departing. She did not know where her flight crew was. She did not know anything, at this moment. She had to get her act together, and quickly. She was desperate to get Charlie back; she would do anything in this world to fix what she had broken. She started to cry, which did not help her situation one bit.

There was a knock on her hotel room door, and she did not want to answer it, in the condition she was in; but it was insistent, so she had to answer it. When she asked who it was, the reply that came surprised her. It was the hotel manager.

"We have a delivery for Mrs. Gomes."

When she opened the door, nearly every person that worked in the hotel walked into her room. They brought bouquets of flowers with them, and placed them anywhere there was room. The hotel's manager stood at the door, until all of the flowers were placed, and asked her to sign for the delivery.




Why I Hated The Guy From The FBI Ch. 15



Ann asked her, "Who are they from?"

She handed Ann a little white envelope, and left the room, closing the door behind her.

She opened the note and read it. "Please forgive me. I could not see my life without you." Charlie

Ann screamed, "If you are in New York, how am I supposed to find you?"

A voice behind her said, "I am not in New York; I could not leave you."

Ann looked around, and saw Charlie standing with flowers in his hands. She ran over the flowers that were strewn all over the floor to get to him. "Charlie, if I ever act so stupid again, put me in time out, until I come to my senses. I was so wrong, can you ever forgive me."

Charlie laughed. "I think every florist, in this city, thinks you are the most wonderful person, in this whole world. There is not a flower to be had anywhere."

"A dozen roses would have done fine, Charlie."

"If you look around, Ann, there is not one rose in the entire bunch. Apparently, they do not have roses in Ecuador."

"Would you like to go out fishing again tomorrow, Charlie?"

"No, tomorrow starts our trip to the Galapagos Islands. Maybe when we come back, I will try to catch the whale that ate half of my tuna."

"In that case, Charlie, we will need a bigger boat."

The trip from the Simon Bolivar airport, to the Galapagos Islands takes a little more than one hour; however, it is a trip from the 21st century, back to the days of the 16th century, when they were discovered by the Spanish. The islands had no potable water, and considered uninhabitable. They made little note of the rare species they encountered, and only used them for food.

It was not until Charles Darwin arrived, and catalogued these rare species, in the 1830's, and published the second most controversial book ever written.

"On The Origins of the Species: By the Means of Natural Selection," in November 1859, that these islands became so famous; it almost led to their destruction. (Just in case you are wondering, the most controversial book ever written is, "The Bible.")

When Ann and Charlie boarded the Tame Airlines aircraft, they waited for the other passengers to get on. 10 minutes later, the flight attendant closed the door, and welcomed them aboard. She started reading the emergency instructions, as the pilots started the Boeing 737's engines.

Ann asked the young woman, "Is this the slow season? Why are we the only people going to the islands?"

The flight attendant replied, "No madam, this aircraft is full."

Ann smiled at Charlie, and asked, "What did you do?"

"I did not do a thing. I believe a pregnant woman, with a blonde head of hair, had something to do with this."

"I wonder if that friend of mine bought out the entire hotel."

The flight attendant said, "There is no hotel on the island."

"Where does everyone stay?"

"They stay at the campground on the big island."

"After her pilots pulled me out of the airport, at gunpoint, so she could speak with me, I would not put anything past her."

"So she got to you too, Charlie? How big a guilt trip did she put on you?"

"I do not believe I have heard a woman use so many four letter words, in succession, in my entire life. She loves you, like she loved her mother. If I had left you, I think she would have had my balls for breakfast."

"She is very good at that, isn't she Charlie?"

When they deplaned, and went to pay their fees, the attendant explained they were already paid. He said, "All your fees are paid, for as long as you wish to stay with us. Your yacht is here. It has been inspected, and is approved for all landing sites, on these islands. Your luggage has been inspected, and is on the way there now. Enjoy your stay, please. The Government of Ecuador has instructed us to afford you every courtesy. If there is anything we can do for you, do not hesitate to ask any of your guides for it."

Ann and Charlie looked at one another and simultaneously said, "Celeste!"

Ann laughed, "I did not know Ecuador had a national debt."

Charlie replied, "They probably do not have one anymore. That woman has to be put in a 'rubber room', for her own safety."

As they got closer to the docks, Ann asked Charlie, "How did that get here so fast; and how did she know we would be together?"

Charlie looked at the huge yacht he had fished from two days ago, and wondered the same thing. It was more than 600 miles by air. He said to Ann, "When we get on board, I have to see what that boat has under the hood."

Ann laughed. "What are you going to do Charlie, steal the hubcaps?"

"No, I stopped doing that when I was 15. That is when I learned how to hotwire cars. It was easier to drive the whole thing away."

"No wonder you joined the FBI. You already knew all about thieves."

"It takes one, to catch one."

As they boarded the boat, Celeste's pilots greeted them warmly. Charlie looked at them and asked, "How did you guys get here?"

The copilot replied, "You mean you did not see the helipad on top of this boat? Miss Mesner would not own a boat she could not land on."

Ann gasped, "She owns this boat?"

"Of course, she hates to rent things, she could buy."

Charlie asked if he could see the engines, because he wanted to know how the boat got to the islands so fast.

The pilot answered, "You can see anything you want on this boat. However, the same thing that powers our aircraft, powers this boat. It has two very large gas turbine engines. Miss Mesner does not like anything that pollutes the air, such as a diesel engine. We can reach 41 knots and calm seas. Anything else is at the captain's discretion. It has stabilizers and thrusters on both sides, so the boat can do a 180° turn, without moving 1 inch forward or back."

"I wondered why it was so quiet when we went out the first time. Turbine engines never entered my mind."

The crew let go the lines fore and aft, and the boat smoothly left the dock, and moved smoothly out to sea.

The copilot said, "Both of you has a briefing in the master bedroom, so I will not keep you. Lunch will be served at 1 o'clock. There will be no diving today, just two glorious nature walks."

"Briefing, I guess I do not have to ask from who, do I," said Ann?

"No. The crew will be forward, so they will not hear the yelling and the screaming. Miss Mesner does not like to scare the people that work for her, when it is not necessary."

"Charlie, you go, I will wait here, and you can tell me what she said."

"I am sorry Mrs. Gomes; Miss Mesner has purchased satellite time, and she will be talking to you directly."

"Charlie, protect me, I am in a world of trouble."

"How could you possibly think that, Ann? She purchased all the seats on a Boeing 737. She bribed the Ecuadorian government to let us use all of the Galapagos Islands as our own. And, she brought this yacht here to keep us captive. I have the feeling we are going to be buried here, or used as shark bait."

"She would never have us buried here, Charlie. It would upset the natural order of things. We are going to be used as shark bait."

They sat down in the master bedroom, turned on the large screen TV, and waited.

The communications officer informed them that the message would be coming through in 30 seconds, and he was leaving to join the rest of the crew forward.

The Captain would remain at the helm.

Celeste's face gleamed on the screen in front of them, until she knew they were broadcasting her picture live to Charlie and Ann. Then, it turned into a death mask.

Charlie, in his best FBI trained voice tried to stop Celeste, before she got started, but it did not work.

"Shut up, Charlie. I will get to you next. Ann, you are my best friend, and the smartest person I ever knew, when did you become a fucking idiot."

For the next three minutes, Celeste tore into Ann, like a road grader tares into the earth. She reminded her of every time she had a boyfriend in her life, every time the relationship failed, and every time she had to put herself back together. How many more times did she want to go through this? Could you go through this, with a child to nurture? She had a lot of money; however, what would she do with the rest of her life? Your husband kept a secret from you, and wanted to surprise you with it; you go off the fucking deep end and yell 'Divorce.' If I were Charlie, I would still be running. You can blame it on the hormones, which are racing through your body, but it would be a lie, and you know it. You told me that you were angry. You had no right to be angry. You should have been so happy that you were going to a place you tried to go to on your own for years. You should have raped him, not ripped him apart. I was so angry with you Philip could not calm me down. He had to remind me how long we have been friends, and I could not discard you, because of this one incident. You had better learn from this incident Ann, because Charlie was right to leave you. First, he gave up everything to be with you. Then, you ripped his heart out. He leaves, and tells you to keep everything. He kept nothing for himself. You said it the day you met him, "He is a keeper." The first thing you do when you get angry is tell someone like him to take a hike. If it were me, Ann, I would be approaching the North Pole, and not looking back. You do not deserve him Ann, not the way you have treated him. You threatened never to let him see his child. What type of a person does that to a father? Who have you turned into in such a short time? What has happened to the person I loved?'

Charlie had enough. Ann was sobbing on his shoulder, and could not take another word from her friend. "Enough Celeste, she has had enough. You have had your pound of flesh, now leave my wife alone."

"That is all I want, Charlie. It is all I wanted for both of you. I cannot dream of you two being apart. You are so perfect for one another; it was like a dream come true. When Ann told me what happened, I thought to myself; if they cannot make it together, how am I going to make it with Philip? It scared me so badly, I almost canceled my wedding. You may never realize in how high esteem I hold you two. I love you Charlie, for loving my Ann the way you do. Please, never let her go."

Charlie laughed, "I thought I was next on your hit list, Celeste?"

"I just gave you my best shot, Charlie. If it does not work, I do not know what I will do."

"Did you have to bribe the entire Ecuadorian Government so we could see the islands by ourselves?"

"I did nothing of the sort, Charlie. A while back, I had a relationship, with the vice president of the country. Of course, he was married at the time, so I asked him for a favor."

Ann sniffled and laughed, "Celeste, you are so bad."

"Hey, I was not the one who was married; why am I the bad one?"

Charlie rebuked his wife and said, "She does have a point dear."

"She was probably at one of their nude beaches, when he walked by and saw her."

"It was my private nude beach, I will have you know. He had no right being there."

"You poor little thing, and he forced himself on you?"

"No, we had lobster, cracked crab, oysters, and champagne first. Then he forced himself on me; for two months."

"Charlie, did you notice she said that with a straight face. No other woman on earth could have pulled that off."

"She is magnificent, isn't she Ann.

"I have four minutes of satellite time remaining. Is there anything else I have to berate you two over; or are you two straightened out, now?"

"I am not letting her go anywhere from now on Celeste. I am going to buy her a submission collar. Every time she gets out of line, I will attach a leash to it, and remind her, who the boss is, in our family."

Ann said, "You have no chance, Charlie."

Charlie grabbed Ann and laid her over his lap. He asked her if she wished to reconsider her last statement.

Ann said, "Charlie, we agreed on a time out."

Charlie looked up at the screen and asked Celeste if she knew what a 'Time Out' was?

Celeste smiled and said, "I have never heard of that term."

Ann yelled, "You lying bitch, I will get you for this."

"Hurry up Charlie I am running out of time."

Charlie raised his right hand, and brought it down, swiftly, on Ann's ass.

Ann screamed, and Celeste yelled, "One!"

Charlie hit her, again. Celeste yelled, "Two!"

The screen went black, but Charlie continued hitting Ann, again, and again, and again.

Ann said, "You brute, you had no right to hit me."

"I did not have enough time to explain to Celeste what a 'Time Out' was. I had to revert to a spanking, and show her I mean business."

"She knows what a 'Time Out' is. I taught education classes, and that was part of the curriculum. She was in those classes."

"Did she answer those questions correctly?"

"How am I supposed to remember that far back?"

"You cannot say she knows what a 'Time Out' is, unless you can answer that question."

"I hate you guys from the FBI. You all should be shot when you leave the Bureau."

"Where would you be without me now, Ann?"

"I would be single, teaching, living in a beach house belonging to my friend, unhappy, unmarried, and not pregnant."

"Which way would you prefer to be living, Ann?

"Married to you Charlie, I will always want to be married; to you. However, we are only having one child. I will not waiver on that one point."

"Ann, my uncle and aunt had 15 children, and they are all spaced about 10 to 12 months apart. After one birth, the doctor asked my uncle a question. "Sir, how long after your wife gives birth do you wait before you have sexual intercourse?"

My uncle replied, "That all depends, doctor; is she in a ward, or in a private room."

Ann screamed, "Charlie that was disgusting."

"How can something that is true; be disgusting?"

"Your aunt and uncle have 15 children?

"One day, when we go to New York, I will take you to their home and I will introduce you to them. I am going to have to send them a baby gift soon, anyhow; they are about to have number 16."

"Charlie, get over my knees, now, because I know you are lying to me."

"Are you willing to offer that one part of your body that I have not used, as an offering to assuage your guilt."

"What did I say that was wrong, Charlie?"

"You have accused me of lying, and I am not. To cleanse yourself of this miscarriage of justice, I demand a piece of your ass, after the birth of our son."

"You are lying, Charlie. No woman, in this day and age, has 16 children, willingly."

"You forget; my darling wife, that there are still some devout Roman Catholic families, that do not use birth control. Some, like my aunt and uncle, are extremely fertile."

"Before you get a piece of my ass, I want to count every one of those children, and see their birth certificates. Anyone can bring 16 kids into a room, and say they belong to the same family. I want to be positive of it, before I am ripped open by your cock."

"Isn't life wonderful Ann. First you tell me there is no way I am going to stick my cock up your ass. Now you tell me, after you count 16 children, I have free access to that, wonderful, little portal."

"I never said you could have free access to my ass, Charlie."

"Once you get your virginity popped, you can never get it back. It is fair game from that moment on, Ann."

"Fuck you Charlie!"

"No, I am going to fuck you, Ann; right after I tell the crew it is all clear to go back to their stations. Get naked, wife, I will be back in one moment."

For the next 10 days, the newlyweds' island hopped around the Galapagos. They fucked among the fur seals, marveled at the red and blue-footed booby's, and saw the only warm water colony of penguins in the world.

Snorkeling was otherworldly, also. Nowhere else could you find marine iguanas'? Thousands of different varieties of fish located nowhere else on this planet thrived around these volcanic islands. If Ann had her way, she would live here forever, and die happy for the experience.

By the end of the ninth day, Charlie could qualify as a tour guide. He heard and memorized every word that their guides told them, about each island and its flora and fauna. He was ready to go home, and be among people, again.

After tipping everyone, who had been so nice to them on their stay, very handsomely, Charlie and Ann boarded the yacht, and the captain set off for Guayaquil, at a leisurely 30 knots.

The explorers' bedroom was very quiet. They were snuggled up, against one another, like two peas in a pod; reliving every moment of their trip. It was something they would relive, with their children, when they were old enough to understand the marvels they were seeing.

50. Celeste takes 'Apart' (of) a New York Lawyer

Celeste and Philip walked into the law offices of James Hearst, just before

2 PM, and the entire staff was standing there, including Jim, waiting for them.

Celeste said, "What did you do, have a spy downstairs tell you that I was coming up?"

"No Celeste, I did not have one spy, I had 10. I left nothing to chance. I was not going to let you sneak up on me this time."

"Very funny, Jim, but before I go any further, I want you to meet my fiancé, Philip Castronova. Treat him nice, or I will tear you a new asshole."

"Celeste, I just gave a 20 minute lecture to everyone here, on that subject."

"I knew I hired you for some reason; now I know what it was. Let's get down to business, please."

"Celeste, this is going to take about two hours to go through. In your delicate condition, do you want to use the facilities, before we start?"

"It's very thoughtful of you Jim; I think I will."

As soon as she was out hearing range, Jim said, "Philip, come with me."

As they entered Jim's private office, he told Philip to sit down and to listen to him very carefully. "Charlie Gomes told me, point blank, to draw up an ironclad Prenuptial Agreement to protect Celeste. It is not that he does not trust you Philip, but he loves Celeste more. He said to me, in a private conversation, 'If anything would ever tear your marriage apart, and a divorce was eminent, he would hate to see something happen to you.' I believe you know what he means. I have an agreement here for you to sign. If you want to read it, you may. There will be no changes made; whether you object to it or not. The maximum you will walk away from this marriage with is $5 million. You will not get custody of any children, or any property belonging to Celeste. What you bring to this marriage, is yours. If you leave it, you leave it $5 million richer and nothing more. Sign it, or one way or the other, I will guarantee you, there will be no marriage."

Philip looked at him like he was a deranged idiot. He said, "Nothing could keep Celeste from marrying me July 1. Nothing in this world could stop us."

"Philip, I know from talking to Charlie and Ann how much you love her. I do not doubt that for one second. However, it takes two people to get married. She will not be at the church July 1, if you do not sign this piece of paper. Charlie will make sure of it. Celeste does not know about this. She would fire me if she did. I would lose nearly $100 million a year, from this one account, if I lose her. That is how much I am putting on the line, to protect her. So if you think I am kidding with you, you had better think again."

Philip hesitated and Jim saw him thinking about what to do; so he nudged him along.

"You son of a bitch, you are in this for the money. I should kill you where you stand. I would go to jail happy, knowing that I saved Celeste from a moneygrubbing bastard like you. Thank God I have this recorded for her to listen to; otherwise she would not believe me."

"I love Celeste more than my own life. She is carrying my baby and I would do anything for her; anything at all. I have my own money, I do not need hers."




Why I Hated The Guy From The FBI Ch. 15



"Then what the fuck are you thinking about, Philip? It looked to me like you were seeing dollar signs."

"I cannot lie to her. I have to tell her I signed this agreement. She is going to be pissed off at me, and she may fire you. We could both die in this office this afternoon."

"It is not a lie, if it is not spoken. Sign the papers and I will keep it in my private vault. Hopefully, it will never have to see the light of day. Do it before she gets out of the bathroom and sees us talking in here."

"Give me a damn pen, and show me where to sign."

By the time he finished signing, and initialing every page of the document, Philip had writer's cramps. Jim said he would have his secretary notarize it later, and put the document into his safe and closed it. As they exited his office, they walked straight into Celeste.

"Were you two boys jerking each other off in there?"

"No Celeste, Philip was telling me that it is going to be a girl."

"Did he tell you how that joke started?"

"I thought he was serious about it."

"After we are finished talking business, we will go out to dinner and I will tell you the whole sad story."

"Would you like me to make reservations at the deli, again?"

"We are going to be about 35 or 40 people, right Jim?"

"Yes, that's about right."

"Tell that manager we are coming and to block off half the restaurant and I will make it worth his while."

"After what you gave them the last time, don't be surprised if he closes the restaurant for you."

The meeting did not take two hours; it took 3 ½ hours to go through all the permutations of suing Global Pharmaceutical Conglomerate. Celeste would have to have continuous blood tests to show her declining hormone levels as the weeks progressed. Her doctor had the baseline test and every test from this point forward would be critical to her case. However their biggest concern was for the child. If it were born with a birth defect, what type of life would it have? How severely deformed would be? What illnesses could it contract during its lifetime, because of its exposure to the pills? These, and hundreds of other questions, were fears Celeste had never mentioned before, to anyone, and had kept behind the locked doors of her mind. Now, she was preparing herself, Philip, and every other woman taking this pill, to prevent an unwanted pregnancy, of its potential dangers. Only time and specialized tests would be able to tell if the baby was going to be born healthy, and if not, how severely deformed it would be at birth, or sickly, during its lifetime.

For the last 30 minutes of the meeting, James parceled out areas of responsibility to each member of his staff, singly and in groups. He wanted to file the lawsuit within 10 days, and needed their best work, the first time around the track. He needed Celeste to have a full round of blood tests, and to take a deposition, before she left the city.

Then he told her the one thing she never expected to hear from him. "Celeste, I will need help with this one, in court. They are going to have a team of top-flight lawyers coming at me, day after day, and I know, I will not be able to keep up with them. I am going to have to bring in outside help."

Celeste said, "Don't be a wuss, call Tom Shackleford, and tell him to get his ass over here."

James Hearst laughed. "Celeste, no one tells Tom what to do; not even you."

"Do you want a bet?"

"Yes, anything you want."

"Jim, if I win, you pay for dinner. If you win, I will pay for dinner. However, you have to be as generous as I would be, to the people at the restaurant."

"Celeste, I am going to leave my wallet in the office."

"You are going to be very embarrassed, when you have to walk all the way here and back to the restaurant to pay the bill. Someone call Shackleford's number for me, and let me know when he is on the line please."

"This is Thomas Shackleford, whom I speaking with?"

"This is Celeste Mezner, Mister Shackleford, and I will get straight to the point. I want you at this Carnegie Deli, in 40 minutes. I do not want to hear the words I cannot be there. You received a call from an Anthony Caruso to defend him, his brother Marco Mancuso, and others in a $1 billion lawsuit against the Federal Government and American Airlines. The reason you received that phone call, instead of James Hearst, whose offices I am sitting in now, is because I believe in sharing the wealth. It is not the first time I have done this for you. If you expect to receive any more high profile cases, from any of my friends, and corporations in the future, your ass had better be at that deli. Goodbye Mister Shackleford." Celeste hung up before Thomas Shackleford could answer.

Jim Hearst looked at her with his mouth open. He was an excellent lawyer, and he knew it. Thomas Shackleford was the best, and everyone knew it. He expected his phone to ring any second with Tom Shackleford on the other end of the line screaming to find out what idiot had called him, and spoken to him in that manner. The phone never rang.

10 minutes later, Celeste said, "Let's go everyone, I cannot wait to get my hands on a corned beef and pastrami sandwich, with lots and lots of Russian dressing on the side. I hope they still make egg creams the way they used to, because I have been dreaming about them, since the last time we were there."

As they exited the building, a line of 10 limousines waited for them. One of the attorneys on Jim's staff said, "That lady leaves nothing to chance. She covers every base there is, not once but twice."

Many people were unhappy to see the sign on the door of the Carnegie Deli stating, "CLOSED FOR A PRIVATE PARTY."

There were moans and groans outside, as the people watched servers clean and polish everything in sight, while they awaited the arrival of Celeste and her group. The public parted, as limousine after limousine unloaded their passengers and the attorneys filed into the deli after her. The onlookers could not believe there were only 42 people in the restaurant, when the doors were closed and locked. Suddenly, one more limousine arrived. One very polished man glided out of this limousine and walked towards the doors. He waited for someone to let him in. He was late, by five minutes, and Celeste let him stand outside, for five minutes, until allowing him in. Jim Hearst wanted to crawl into a hole in the ground, as he saw Thomas Shackleford standing by the door, turning different shades of red, as each moment passed. The most amazing thing to him was: He Stood There.

When Celeste finally allowed him into the room, she said to him, "The next time I tell you 40 minutes, you had better be here in 35. Do you understand Mister Shackleford?"

"Yes Miss Mesmer, I understand completely."

"Mister Shackleford, let me introduce you to your boss on this assignment. This is James Hearst. I believe you two know each other. He is the lead attorney, and you are second chair; do you have a problem with this arrangement?"

"No Miss Mesner, I do not have a problem with Jim sitting in first chair."

"I knew you would not. Order something to eat and Jim will fill you in on what this case is going to be about."

"I just had lunch a few hours ago, Miss Mesner; so I will pass on your offer."

"Have something to eat, and we will discuss business afterwards."

"Yes, Miss Mesner.

Jim watched her display her power over people, like a priest had power over his flock. She was absolutely ruthless, when she wanted to be. She was magnanimous to a fault, when she wanted to be. You had to be in the right place, at the right time, when it came to her business dealings, to find out what person you were dealing with, and what was going to happen to you, on that particular day. Thomas Shackleford showed up five minutes late, and he got fucked royally, because of it. He would never be late again.

Philip was lost in this conversation among lawyers and the legal terminology. However, instead of turning himself off because of it, he buckled down and tried to learn everything about it. He wanted to become part of Celeste's life, instead of just her 'farmer husband.' He listened intently, borrowed paper from the staff, and wrote down words he did not understand. The feast lasted until 10 PM, and the staff at the Carnegie deli was so rested, they did not care if it went on for another four hours.

Thomas Shackleford was brilliant. He told everyone exactly how the drug company would come at them. They would blame Celeste for everything. They would take out the pamphlet that comes with each disc of pills and start with the fine print that everyone is supposed to read before taking any medication. If Celeste knew what it said, they would say she was coached. If she did not know they would say that she did not follow their directions. There was no happy medium and the drug companies knew it. However, the 12 people on the jury were not chemists and they could not care one iota about the chemical makeup of the pill. They only cared about what the pill was supposed to do: it was a birth control pill. It was taken by a woman to prevent the conception of a baby, in this case, because she was not married. She believed that a child should be born and brought up in a two parent home. That is the way they will play to the jury. That is the jury they will pick. Men and women who were of any race, color, sexual orientation, or religion that believed in the sanctity of life and family values. As soon as Celeste found out she was pregnant, she went to the man who had fathered her child, and they decided to marry, because they wanted to raise this child in a two parent home. They worried, from the outset, that the child would have some ailment, because of the medication Celeste was on.

Shackleford said to Celeste, "They are going to say that you have enough money to buy everything on this planet. You should reply that they stole nine months of your life, worrying about a child, growing inside your body. You are not a religious person, but you could not harm this little person, growing inside you, because you felt it was already in too much pain, and you needed to help it. For every blast they shoot at you, we are going to shoot an arrow into the heart of every one in that jury. Let them try to get the jury angry with you, and we will try to get the jury to cry for your baby. No court will allow an invasive procedure to be done on an unborn or very young child, to determine its future health. That works for our side, and hurts their side. If the FDA gets involved, the company stands to lose billions. If it is found unsafe, a class action suit would be filed against them, and would cost them hundreds of billions of dollars; and your name would be the lead name in that lawsuit.

Celeste asked, "Do you two want to partner up, on a part-time basis, or do you want to do it full-time? Either way, I am going to make it worth your time."

Shackleford asked, "Whose name goes first on the door?"

Celeste responded, "Are pissing contests always needed, when it comes to men?"

James Hearst replied, "Celeste, you are 28 years old, and if you do not know the answer to that question by now, you should be ashamed of yourself."

Celeste stood up and demanded to know who the youngest attorney in this room was."

A young woman stood up and said, "I am ma'am."

Celeste looked at both Shackleford and Hearst and said, "You two winners give me an answer in ten seconds or her name goes first."

Jim Hearst said something into Tom Shackleford's ear that made him grin. Shackleford said something to Hearst who nodded back. He said to Celeste, "We have your answer. We are joining offices, and firms, which you are paying for, and it is going to be called "The Winners Association."

Celeste smiled and turned to Philip, "Write a check for $20 million to the Winners Association, as our retainer for the next year. I have a feeling our legal bills are going to be high, but our rewards are going to be greater. You will also have to write a check from your business account changing the winery to their legal tutelage, for the next year, here in the United States. I believe they will give you a discount."

Tom Shackleford looked at Jim Hearst with a confused look on his face, and asked, "What did I just step in?"

"Tom, you know with all good things, some pain has to be inflicted; correct?"

"Okay, what do you mean? So far, everything sounds okay to me."

"She has not told you about the telephone, yet."

"What could be so bad about a telephone?"

"I would hate to spoil your surprise. You ask her."

"Miss Mesner, James told me to ask you about a telephone?"

Celeste looked over at Jim and yelled, "Thank you Jim I almost forgot."

Jim replied, "I would never let that happen, Celeste, not in the million years."

"First, Tom, you may call me Celeste. Tomorrow, you will get yourself a ultra- secure cell phone, which you will have on your person at all times, and I mean at all times. I am the only one to have that number; not your wife, not your girlfriend, not your boyfriend, not your broker not your priest; no one but me is allowed to have that number. It will never be allowed to ring more than three times, without being picked up. I do not care if you are fucking the Pope, you will pick it up. Tom, when I call, even if you are dead, you had better pick up the fucking phone. Do we understand each other?"

"I believe you have made yourself quite clear, Celeste. I will give you that phone number tomorrow, by noon. I assume Jim has a way to contact you?"

"Yes, the phone works both ways; however, the obligation to be picked up is only on your side." Celeste walked away leaving him standing there with a stunned look upon his face. He walked over to Jim Hearst who was smiling broadly.

"You enjoyed that, didn't you?"

"After she did that to me, I ran to the bathroom and threw up. You are a better man than I am, Charlie Brown."

"Not by a whole 'heckuva' lot, Jim. However, she does have a way to make it up to you. $20 million is a wonderful way to start a partnership."

"Tom, this was a very light year, businesswise, between Celeste and my office. I handle her as an exclusive client. Whatever comes in, from her businesses, is handled through our office, as extra income. My income for this year, from her alone, was $100 million. I may have worked a total of six weeks to earn that amount of money. My tennis game is awesome; I have not driven a golf ball as well, since I took up the game. I am even thinking about buying a sailboat. That phone is never out of arms reach. She called me a few days ago to set up today's meeting. I answered it on the second ring. She yelled "What the fuck took me so long?" I told her I was fucking my secretary. She said, "Okay," and we went on from there. As long as you do not lie or cheat her, she is the most wonderful person you will ever meet. If you lie to her even about the most unimportant thing, she will fire you. If you steal a penny from her she will send you to jail. You work your ass off for her and she will reward you handsomely. She cannot spend the money she has; because she makes more money per second then she can possibly spend. She is going to have to slow down now, because she is pregnant and will soon be a mother. If she decides to stay home for one year her money will increase by nearly 2 ½ billion dollars. It is a tough life, but someone has to live it."

"How do you think she is going to handle this lawsuit mentally?"

"She will eat their lawyers like M&M's. She cannot be flustered. She cannot be out-thought on a witness stand. We must not tell her what to say, only suggest things to say. She will take care of the rest of it."

"Where would you like our new offices to be?"

"I love your building, is there any space there?"

"I will find out tomorrow, PARTNER!"

"Before you go into work tomorrow, buy the phone, or she will want to know why you did not do it. I will call you tomorrow, PARTNER!"

51. The Pounds, the Weight, and the Wait!

At Vincent's house, Rose loved playing with her granddaughter. Annarosa was a wonderful baby and she did four things extremely well. She slept through the night. She loved to eat; and she pissed and shit like a sailor. What more could and a mother and father want. If you played with her, she was a very happy baby. If you laid her down by herself, she became very fussy. She loved to be entertained. During the day, when her mother and father were at school, the nanny was there to take care of her. Angelina Mancuso would stop by, during the day, and take her for walks, while the nanny would clean the house. It worked out well for everyone. Now that Rose was here, Angelina and Rose would walk Annarosa around, and the neighbors would come out, see the infant, and talk with them for hours on end. Annarosa loved it because she kept getting transferred from one pair of arms to another, and for her, it was a game.

At night, Rose would sit in a rocking chair, with Annarosa, feed her the last bottle of breast milk, and sing to her, before she went to sleep. On this night however, Vincent and Donna were a little louder than normal.

While they were in bed, Donna said, "Vincent, your mother and I have decided that you are going to have to start to diet, or have Frank help you with a workout regimen, because you are becoming fat. You are only 19 years old, and if you start getting fat now, you will look like your Uncle Joseph by the time you are 22. Your birthday is coming up soon and we will get you some exercise equipment and put it into the basement, instead of sending you to a gym. If you will not do what Frank tells you to do, your mother will get you a personal trainer, and he will force you to do everything you are supposed to do, while standing on your back."

"My Uncle Joseph is over 400 pounds. I would never get that big."

"Your mother said I am becoming a very good cook, and with the recipes she is giving me, I am going to become a better cook. That is going to be very dangerous for you. I have two other choices: I can serve you half portions. Or, I can stop cooking, and serve you frozen dinners."

"You would not do that to me. I have never eaten one of those things, and I will not start now."

"Then you will have to have Frank set up a training regimen for you, so that you will start putting muscle on your body, instead of fat."

"Frank picks up cars, just for the fun of it. What could I learned from him?"

"He must have started by picking up smaller cars."

"Very funny, Donna; and talking about the fat, someone else in this bed has a belly."

"I am not fat. You have never complained about my breasts before, you suckle at them like the baby does. As a matter of fact, I think you drink more milk than she does. Maybe that is why you are getting so round. The man I married was long and lean. What happened to him?"

"He met this girl and fell in love with her. It meant he had to stop chasing all the other girls around, because he had this one waiting for him, at home, every day, and every night. The only exercise he gets now is when he does this..."

Vincent threw the blankets off her and attacked her breasts with his mouth.

Donna screamed in joy, and when Annarosa heard it, she started to cry.

Rose said to her, "Rosa, mommy and daddy are playing. They are not hurting each other. Soon daddy will notice that mommy has somebody hiding in her tummy. There is another little person, just like you in there. Men are as blind as bats, when it comes to noticing these things, but given a little time and a little patience they realize it. It becomes fun to watch their expressions. Daddy thinks that mommy is fat. He will pay dearly for that remark, before this night is over. He will pray at the altar of love tonight, and many nights afterwards, talking to your sibling. He will tell it how much he loves it and that he hopes it is as wonderful as you are."




Why I Hated The Guy From The FBI Ch. 15



Vincent moved his hand down his wife's stomach onto her vagina and played inside the folds, until his fingers felt her clit begin to swell. He smiled to himself, because now she would become the aggressor. Her hips would attack his hand searching for that first orgasm of the evening. She was always quick the first time. He rubbed that collection of nerves, and then backed off. As soon as he did, her hips raised off the bed searching for his hand. When she did not find it, she called him a bastard, and moved her own down hand to replace his.

Before she got there, Vincent grabbed it, and she screamed at him again, not to tease her, because when it became his turn, he would regret it. He slid down her body kissing her belly and licking into her belly button. He licked over her pelvic ridge, and his tongue entered her slit and immediately encountered that swollen nub, which brought Donna over the crest and into Nirvana.

He looked up at her, as she reopened her eyes, and said, "You are so easy."

Donna smiled at him and replied, "I got you, didn't I?"

"No babe, I got the better of the deal; I got you."

He stuck his tongue back into her slit and played with that jangle of nerves again, after slipping first one, then two fingers into her weeping hole. He began searching for that rough patch on the top lining of her vagina. Once he found it, he started to massage it gently, while licking her clit and massaging her breast at the same time. Donna moaned his name, as she rotated her hips around his mouth. Vincent began to move his hand faster. He removed his mouth from her clit and replaced it with his thumb. His mouth moved north to encompass the free breast, which he began to suck on earnestly. As soon as she began giving him milk, he mashed his thumb down on her clit, placed a third finger into her cunt, and moved them into high gear, along her G spot. He pinched her left nipple, softly. Between the pleasure, and the pain he caused her, she exploded into her second and quickly, third orgasm, because of the conflicting sensations. While she lay there sated, and smiling, he lifted her legs over his shoulders and began sliding his steel like prong into her moist tunnel, slowly trying to revive her. As he saw her eyes refocused on him, he started moving faster, and pressed her legs closer to her body.

She said, "I am not a gymnast, Vinny, I do not bend like a pretzel."

"You used to when you were not this fat."

"Listen to me, tubby, only one of us has to go on a diet. The other one of us is eating for two, again. I expect an apology very soon."

Vincent stopped moving as her words sunk in to his head. He looked into her eyes and said, "You are pregnant?"

"Yes, Vincent, you have gotten lucky for the second time. I am awaiting your apology."

"How far along are you? Are you okay? Annarosa will never run out of milk, now, and neither will I. Maybe that is why you're getting fat?"

"When was the next time you thought you were going to get close to me?"

"Shortly after this one pops out, I hope."

"I don't think so Vincent. With an attitude like yours, I think the priesthood might be a good vocation for you."

"Not with all that money sitting in the bank, Donna. For $200 million, I would apologize to an amoeba."

"Why am I still waiting, Vincent?"

"I love you more than my own life. You know I do not think you are fat. If you were, I would love every inch of it."

"That is the most left-handed compliment I have ever received. You are very lucky that I will accept it as your apology." She grabbed his head, and kissed his face, as her body joined his in a desperate act of lovemaking that lasted for days, hours, minutes, or a little less. However, when they were done, they were wiped out. It was after midnight, and both had a class at 8 AM. They were very thankful Rose was here to take care of Annarosa. She told them not to worry about making noise, while they were alone. She had heard the noises of lovemaking, while Vincent was in high school. She had heard it, when she was with Frank and Antonia, in Milan. She surely did not mind hearing it from them, now that they were married. She would care for Annarosa, if she woke up, because of it. She told them to enjoy themselves, while she was here.

The following morning while Rose and Angelina were walking Annarosa, around the neighborhood, a government sedan pulled up along the curb and parked. Agent Sarah Appleby got out of the car and approached the women, who looked at her, with fright in their eyes.

Appleby said, "Please relax, this is an unofficial visit. I wanted to stop by and tell you myself, how terribly sorry I am for all the heartache my team and I have caused over the past years. I know that it is of no solace to you, however, I can tell you, from the bottom of my heart that no one from our office deviated from protocol. We followed up on every lead that had to do with either of your husband's. When we found a thread of evidence, we followed the evidence by the book, just like Frank said in his interview. We never skipped a step, ever. We are going back to the beginning to see if we can find if that evidence was planted. It may take us years to go through it all, but we will, because we hate being wrong. I also want you to know that Mr. Cross has had every senior agent, in the New York area, take a lie detector test. He wanted to know if they had anything to do with what happened to Anthony, or you, in Italy. Several people have been fired, because of incompetence, but no one was found to have anything to do with the shootings, in Milan. He and I wish you a speedy recovery, and hope that one day Anthony, will be returned to you, in good health."

Rose was about to answer, when Annarosa woke up and started to fuss. She bent down, picked her up, and saw the smile on Sarah's face. Rose asked, "Would you like to hold this little bundle of joy?"

"I am as clumsy as an ox, with little babies."

"She may or may not try to "gum you to death," but I can guarantee you, it will not hurt."

Sarah laughed, "Okay, I will give it another try."

"True to form, as soon as Annarosa was transferred to another pair of arms, she started to kick her feet, giggle, and smile. She was the center of attention once more, and she loved it."

Angelina said, "One day, you are going to make a wonderful mother, Sarah."

"Mrs. Mancuso, in this job, you tend to meet two types of people: Men, who are looking for advancement, and not for attachments; or criminals that are trying to kill, steal, or deal their way through life. I knew this going in to the service, but I did not believe it would be to the exclusion of my entire social life. After 14 years on the job, and not being advanced into a supervisory position, I know I am stuck as a field agent, until I have my 20 years in. Then, I will retire. Maybe, if I am lucky enough at that age, I may find a man to settle down with, and make a home for us."

Angelina said, "You already have a college degree, why don't you go to law school at night?"

Sarah smiled and said, "We work 12 hour shifts, and then if we are working a case, we can be working 72 hours straight. There is no time for anything else."

Rose smiled and said, "You are right, Sarah, there is no time for a social life, while you were working for the FBI. There has to be something better out there for you to do."

"No Mrs. Caruso, not for six more years. I will not lose my retirement."

"I would never allow that to happen, Sarah, never in six years."

Sarah Appleby did not understand that part of the conversation, but she had to get back to the Brooklyn office. She gave Annarosa back to Angelina Mancuso and again, Annarosa giggled. She loved this game.

Before leaving Sarah asked, "Rose, when are you going back to Milan?"

Rose did not hesitate when she replied, "I have no one to go back to. I am going to stay here and be with my granddaughter, my children, and my friends. I will go back, before Antonia has her baby in June, but not before then."

If Appleby was looking for a crack in the armor of the plan, to have Tony come out of his coma, in a short time, she did not get it from Rose. She would have to make a full report of this meeting, to Ed Cross, and then begin the fact checking of every clue, which led them to Anthony Caruso, Alberto DiAngiolla, and Marco Mancuso. She would start this process, with many of her counterparts; as soon as she got back to work. However, she would only be with the bureau, for four more months. She was not aware of this life-changing event, yet. Rose did not know why but she felt empathy for this woman. She looked old beyond her years, like life was being sucked out of her. She had made up her mind to help Sarah, and it did not include a future in the FBI. It had more to do with a man and diapers; hopefully, a husband, and not 'Just a Friend with Benefits.'

52. He has risen!

As the days of May past into June, Rose began to wonder when the phone call for her to return to Milan would come. Antonia was due to deliver her child within weeks, and she wanted to be there for that event. Phone calls back and forth, between them showed there was no rush for her to come back. Antonia was showing no signs that she was ready and the baby was not in the correct position, yet. When Rose asked about Anthony's condition, she was told there was no change at all. She was depressed that they did not want her back yet, but she knew there had to be a reason why.

Rose received a phone call from Celeste, on June 19, telling her that her aircraft would pick her up, at Kennedy Airport, at 7 AM, the next morning. Antonia was showing signs of going into labor. She wanted her mother to be there for the birth of her first baby. Celeste said to Rose, "You will be here on time. Do not worry that you will miss it. Everything will work out for both Antonia and you."

Rose understood the message. She was now to return to Milan, and she was extremely happy about this turn of events. She started to say her goodbyes to everyone, and packed.

Her neighbors hoped it was a boy, so she could name it after Anthony. Alberto and Marco wished her well. However, Vincent, and especially Donna, was very sad to have her leave. They knew she would not be back for a very long time.

Rose asked Philip and Gloria Gennaro, if they wanted to return with her, to Milan, or if they wanted to stay longer, here in Brooklyn.

Philip told her that it was time for them to go home.

Three happy people were at the airport at 6 AM, and cleared the private customs and security areas. They were greeted by Celeste's crew, and the pilot asked if this was everyone that was going?

Rose said it was.

The pilot said, "If it is okay with you, we can board the aircraft and leave now."

Everyone was in agreement and they boarded the aircraft. The co-pilot radioed for takeoff instructions, while the pilot started the two engines.

The air-traffic controller joked with them and said, "Trying to beat the 7 o'clock rush?"

The copilot replied, "There is nothing like being first in line."

As they reached the end of the taxiway for Runway 22 Left, the air-traffic controller cleared them for take-off, and said, "Do not wake anyone up, or we will hear about it and so will you."

The copilot replied, "With these new Rolls-Royce engines, I could be at 4000 feet before the end of the runway."

"That is not possible with the noise restrictions."

"If we do not wake anyone up, you give us a tour of your facility; if we lose, we will buy you dinner."

"You are on."

"Write down the tail number, because you are going to have visitors."

"N10651, Standard Instrument Departure, Runway 22Left, climb and maintain 17,000; cleared for takeoff.

The pilot hit the intercom button and said "Hi, this is the captain; buckle yourselves in tightly, we are going to do a very rapid climb through 5000 feet and then we will resume a normal rate of climb. We have been cleared for takeoff."

The captain maneuvered the jet to the very edge of the runway and set the parking brake. He spooled up the engines to maximum and released the break, which sent the jet racing down the runway. At 2800 feet the Gulfstream leapt into the air, and started climbing like it had afterburners. Runway 22 Left, at Kennedy, is 11,351 feet long, and the Gulfstream did not need all of it to climb through 4000 feet. It did not set off any bells, which indicated excessive noise in the residential areas, and the pilot called the tower and said, "How many people can we bring with us on that tour?"

The controller replied, "If I can have a ride in that airplane, you can bring your entire family."

"I can bring all 106 of us?"

"You would have to do that in shifts."

"It will just be the two of us, then. I will give you a ride, the next time we are in town."

"That would be magnificent. Let me talk to someone at the Center, and I will be right back to you."

Moments later; "November10651, upon leaving flight level Three One Zero, cleared direct to Milan, maintain flight level Five One Zero. Contact the New York Center, 132.55.

"Thank you very much, Kennedy. I have to make sure you lose bets more often."

"Roger, out."

10 hours later, Rose's feet touched the ground at Milan's Lineata Airport, and she was attacked, by her very pregnant daughter. She said, "Why aren't you at home resting. My grandbaby needs it."

Antonia replied, "Mom, Frank has been driving over every bumpy road in this city. He is trying to get his baby out of me. He is so horny; I have holes in the walls at home."

Rose laughed. "What is he going to do, when the doctor tells him there will be no sex for a month, after you deliver the baby?"

"If the Doctor says that to Frank, he had better be on the other side of a steel wall, because Frank will kill him."

Philip and Gloria laughed at their son's personal problem. Gloria asked him, "Frank, would you like to look at some of your high school record books. Maybe seeing some of those girls' names will make it easier on your hand."

Frank groaned, while his father and both mothers laughed, joyously, over his condition.

His dad said, "I never thought I would see the day I was getting more sex then you are Frank. It must be the alignment of the planets or something, because this is the funniest thing I have ever heard."

"Dad, what do you think about walking home?"

"Frank, just in case you forgot, I am the very wealthy man. I can take a cab."

"Dad, I remember the days you would walk 20 blocks to save a dime."

"Those were the days you were eating us out of house and home. As soon as we got rid of you to the army, your mother and I were able to start living."

"I hope you and mom have twins this time. I will be able to hear you two complaining twice as much. If they are both boys, I will teach them everything I know, especially how to eat."

Gloria said, "If they start out eating like you, I can no longer invite you over for dinner. There will not be enough time in the day to prepare all the food for them and you. Your father will have to go out for dinner. It serves him right; he did this to me."

"I did not know it still worked, Gloria, otherwise, I would have used the other hole."

"Philip, you are a dead man."

Rose said, "Gloria, you have to tell me all about it; I have never tried that."

Frank bumped his shoulder against his mother's and said, "I am proud of you, mom. You took one for the team. No wonder dad has been smiling, lately."

"Frank, if you say one more word about that, your life will end abruptly. Do you understand me, mister?"

"Yes, Bum, I mean Mum."

"That is it Frank, you are dead. There is no reprieve for you, that little joke has cost you your life," his mother started chasing him, around the terminal.

When Gloria came back and joined the group, Antonia said, "Mom, do not worry about it, he will kill himself. After my baby is born, I will keep my gate closed and he will go crazy, without his quota of sex. He stalks around the house like a lion searching for his mate. Soon he is going to find her, and she is going to say 'NO.' He will go sniffing around the house, begging, pleading, and pledging to do anything to get laid. The only thing he will not do is break his word. One day he will walk to the edge of a cliff and we will all watch him, as he jumps to his death to alleviate his pain. Poor man, he just could not keep his mouth closed."

Frank said, "You women are sadistic. You blame us for everything, including getting pregnant, which normally takes two people. To have anal sex, unless it is rape, has to be consensual sex. If someone mentions it, and then it is mentioned in normal conversation, that person becomes a pariah. I now know why Greek men used to go on long trips away from home. They would come back years later, find out they had more children than when they left, and never say a word. It was not worth their time or the air it took to have a conversation, with their wives. That is why the Greeks were one of the greatest writing cultures of all time. The Iliad, the Odyssey; books that took decades to research and write, were done by men, who left their women at home. You know the reason why the men left their wives at home, alone. 'They Wanted To!' It was easier on their ears."

Antonia said, "So, Frank, when you are leaving?"

"You tell me when you want me to leave, Antonia, and I will pack my suitcase and go."

"You can leave anytime you want, I told you that."

"Yes I know, and all you have to do is tell me to go, and I am gone."

Rose said, "If you two do not stop this, I am going to start smacking both of you."

"I told you before the wedding, mom, I would be fine."

Smack

"Ouch. Mom, you were supposed to hit him, first."

"Young woman, you opened your mouth to me once too often. I told you to stop this nonsense, and you did not. Not one more word, do you hear me, do you understand what I am saying?"

"Yes, mother, I am sorry."

"Frank, come over here."

"If I come over to you, I am going to get hit."

"I would need a step ladder to get that high."

Rose stood like a referee, between her daughter, and her son; saying nothing to either of them. However, the look in her eye was enough to tell them what she was thinking.

When Frank dropped his head down, Rose saw her chance to strike. She rammed her foot down hard, on Frank's left instep. He screamed in pain, and bent down to grab it. When he did, Rose hit him in the back of his head just as hard as she could.

As he hopped away, to avoid Rose's wrath, Gloria hit him, as hard as Rose did. He turned and tried to hop away. However, when he looked up, Antonia was staring him in the face.

He said, "Oh shit!" He tried to do a 180, and was unsuccessful. He wound up falling on his ass. Lying on the floor, looking up, while holding his left foot in his hands, he had four pair of eyes looking down at him.

His father smiled, "Looking good, son."

Frank replied, "Feeling good, dad."

"Son, that was the last time Antonia and you will ever have that conversation. Do you understand me? If you do not, the position you are in now may become permanent. The pain you are feeling now will be minuscule compared to the pain you will be feeling then."

"I understand dad. I will never have that discussion with Antonia again."

Philip turned and asked, "Antonia, do you understand, or are you going to continue to playing these childish games."

Antonia stood there, stone-faced, and said nothing.

Rose looked at her daughter and said, "Antonia, this is not a game. You and Frank have got to stop doing this to one another. Do you understand what Philip just said to Frank, or do I have to hit you again."

Antonia still stood there and said nothing.

Rose took Antonia by the shoulders and shook her. "Antonia what is wrong with you?"




Why I Hated The Guy From The FBI Ch. 15



Antonia's eyes moved up towards her mother's and she said, "Mom, the baby moved, and I think my water just broke."

Frank sprang to his feet and said, "Out of the away folks, here we go." He picked up Antonia in his arms, kissed her, and said, "We are doing this just like we practiced, with no deviations at all, okay?"

Antonia replied, "Don't you dare leave me, Frank!"

"Baby, they would have to send the entire police force to get me away from you today."

Antonia knew Frank was serious.

By the time they reached the hospital, the contractions were down to seven minutes apart. Word had gone out to the family, that Antonia was in labor, and by the time she was in the hospital for three hours, almost 150 relatives, friends, and classmates, were either in or surrounding the hospital. This was an amazing number considering it was now 3:30 in the morning.

At 5 A.M., Antonia's doctor arrived to take charge of the situation. After examining her he said, "Aren't you in pain?"

Antonia said, "Of course, I am in pain."

Doctor Della Pietra said, "You are not acting, like you are in pain."

Antonia replied, "How would you like me to act, doctor. I am in terrible pain; however, I am trying to focus on other things, rather than the pain itself. My husband has taught me some techniques he learned while he was recovering from his wounds, from the war. They are helping. If you are asking me if I could use some medication, the answer is yes. Could I do without pain medication for a little while longer? Yes. However, I am at the very edge of my pain management, and I do not know how much more I can take."

"Antonia, I have told you, since you came to me, to tell me everything that is going on, because your baby is my responsibility. What you are doing is good for you, but maybe not so good for the baby. I'm going to give you something to take the edge off the pain, and I am going to put some monitors on you, for the health of our baby."

As soon as Antonia was medicated, and Frank, Gloria, and Rose were alone with her, another doctor walked into the room. While he was looking at her chart, he bumped into Frank, and whispered something to him. Frank moved to block the door.

This doctor went to look at the patient and said, "I did not know they made mothers' this small."

Although she was in a drug-induced haze, Antonia still reacted. Her eyes popped open, and she turned her head to look at the person, who insulted her. She saw her father smiling at her.

"Daddy!"

"Hello baby; I would not miss this for the world."

Anthony kissed his daughter, and hugged her tightly. He told her to rest, because he was not going anywhere, until after his grandchild was born.

"Daddy, someone might see you."

"Baby, we have more than 100 people, inside and outside the hospital. A lot of people have seen me, and no one is going to say a word. Rest now, because I'm going to kiss your mother."

Tony turned, said hello to Gloria, and looked at his Rose. He said to her, "What do I have to do to get you into a bed like this?"

Rose glowed. "The same thing you were doing, before I went to Charlie and Ann's wedding."

He kissed her passionately, and said, "Okay, let's kick our daughter out of that bed, so we can make better use of it."

At that moment, they both heard Antonia moan in pain. It was the first time she had audibly let them know she was suffering.

Antonia called for Frank, and he was by her side, in a flash.

She said, "Frank, time the contractions, because they are getting closer together. Mom, call the nurse, please.

Frank said, "Dad, you had better get rid of the greens, because they are going to wonder who you are."

Antonia squeezed Frank's hand hard, arched her back and Frank clicked the stopwatch on his wrist. He told her it was 45 seconds.

The nurse entered the room, and asked Antonia what she could do for her.

Antonia told her she needed something more for the pain, and the spread of the last set of contractions.

The nurse said, "I will get the doctor, now.

Gloria, Rose and Anthony were like flies on the wall; standing in the corner, watching everything that was going on in the room. Antonia was handling this like a professional. Rose remembered her first time; and how frightened she was. The difference between her memory of bringing Antonia into the world, and watching Antonia bringing her first born into the world, was like day and night. She was screaming in pain, and Antonia was quietly bearing the pain, while holding on to Frank's hand. Rose was extremely proud of her.

Gloria was remembering bringing Frank into this world; all 11 lbs. 10 oz. of him.

Her doctor told her she might need a cesarean section, because her baby was so large. She did not want one, but she was prepared, just in case it was needed. Frank decided to come into this world the natural way. Gloria suffered through 22 hours of labor. Even with all the pain medicine they had given her, the pain was intense. When Frank was finally in the doctor's hands, he remarked, "This is the largest baby I have ever delivered."

The doctor walked into the room in his greens, with a plastic over-layer protecting them. He raised the sheet over Antonia's knees and inspected her vagina to see how far she had dilated. He said, "It is time."

The nurse hit a call button. Several seconds later, three other nurses and aides came into the room, to assist in the delivery.

Doctor Della Pietra looked at Frank and said, "Okay coach, it is first and 10, as you Americans say, let's run this one in for a field goal."

Frank laughed, and wanted to correct the doctor, but decided this was not time. His eyes smiled into Antonia's eyes and said, "Just like we practiced baby, no deviations at all." He proceeded with the breathing exercises and they did them together, as if their lungs and diaphragms were connected. For the next 15 minutes, they went through the series of Lamaze exercises, over and over, in perfect order, until the doctor said, "PUSH HARD!"

Seconds later Frank felt Antonia's hand relax. For a short time nothing happened; then, they heard a baby cry softly. The doctor, in a monotone voice said, "It is a boy."

Antonia's eyes lit up, like beacons in the night. Frank kissed her, while the doctor called for him to cut the umbilical.

The nurse quickly cleaned the baby, took a few drops of blood from his feet, weighed him, took his footprint, and photograph. She gave the baby to Antonia, told them all the initial tests came out perfect. Their baby was healthy.  

Antonia placed Philip Anthony Gennaro to her small breast to see if he would start to suckle and feed. He went at her nipple, as his father did. Once he started to nurse, he did not want to stop. Cell phones and cameras snapped pictures, as rapidly as they could. Her husband and the grandparents smiled behind them.

Antonia did not care that her breasts were exposed. As far as she was concerned, if Philip was included in the pictures, they could show them on every website, around the world.

Antonia had given birth to a 6 pound 2 ounce baby boy. She had gained a total of 11 pounds over nine months of pregnancy. After spending two days in the hospital, she arrived home and weighed herself. She weighed 102 pounds. Celeste would be pissed. Antonia could not wait to call her in New York, and tell her. She calculated the time difference between the two cities; and it was 4:35a.m., in the 'Big Apple'. She smiled and thought, "Time for a wake-up call!"

Frank was carrying 'PA' (Philip Anthony) in his arms, when he saw Antonia pick up her cell phone. He asked who she was calling.

She said, innocently, "I am calling my counselor about breast-feeding."

Frank thought she was up to no good, but there was nothing he could do about it, when she came up with that answer.

Antonia hit the speed dial button. She smiled as she waited for the sound of Celeste's, groggy, voice.

Unfortunately, for her, a very chipper Celeste said, "Hello midget; congratulations on your baby boy. What did you name him?"

"Good morning gorgeous; his name is Philip Anthony. We call him 'PA' for short. He weighed in at 6 lbs. 2 oz., and was 18 ½ inches long."

"Where did you put him, little one, he was almost as big as you!"

"You are very funny, fatty. The reason I called was to tell you that I weighed myself, when I got home from the hospital."

"You little bitch; I do not want to hear what you weigh. I will throw up all over Philip."

"102 pounds will upset you that much?"

"I hate you, you little turd. No one has a baby and comes out of it weighing less than she did, before she was pregnant."

"Celeste, it is only 1 pound. I should be able to put that back on, in a year or two."

"When I get back to Milan, I am personally going to stuff gelato down your throat. I am going to make it my mission in life to get you up to 110 pounds, again."

"How much do you weigh now, Celeste?"

"That is a classified number. It is only given out on a need to know basis; and you do not need to know."

"It is that high already. My aunts are going to have to put an extra panel into your wedding dress to accommodate your tummy."

"The wedding is only twelve days away, snowflake. You had better be nice, or I will melt you, with a flamethrower."

"Speaking of your wedding, why are you still in New York?"

"We are suing the makers of the birth control pill I was on. I had to take some tests, while I was here, to make my lawyers happy. I will be leaving sometime tomorrow, or the day after, at the latest

"Now that I have my figure back, I could always stand in for you, at your wedding."

"Wise ass; you may have your figure back, however, you never had my tits. There are not enough tissues, in all of Europe, to fill out the top of my wedding dress with you in it."

"That was a mean spirited thing to say to a new mother, who is breast-feeding."

"The poor baby is going to die of malnutrition. Those 'A' minuses of yours do not have enough milk in them to feed a hamster."

"Frank is drooling now, because my 'A' minuses have grown into little 'B's and he cannot play with them! However, PA is enjoying the hell out of them. Speaking of tits, have you gone to Michelin and had yours retreaded, yet?"

"Be nice you little troll, or I will have Philip plant you in his garden, with the petunias."

"Petunias do not grow in Italy."

"Do you realize how smart you are getting, little one?"

"Bitch."

"Elf"

"Whore."

"Troll."

"I love you too, Celeste. I will see you Saturday. Wake Philip up so you can get laid. It will help you fall back to sleep."

"The heck with sleep, I want an egg cream and corned beef and pastrami sandwich."

"Lady, you are in New York City. You can get those at any time of day, or night. Call the front desk and tell them what you want. You will have it in less than an hour."

"Really, are you sure?"

"I would never lie to a pregnant woman."

"I will see you in a few days, dwarf; I have to make a phone call. Goodbye."

Antonia hung up the phone, turned around and saw Frank glaring at her.

"She loved the phone call, Frank. She was hungry and wanted some good kosher food. She did not know she could get some, at this hour of the morning. I told her she could, and she was thrilled."

"That is two, Antonia." Frank turned around, with his son's arms, and walked away.

Antonia yelled, "Why do you always skip number one, Frank?"

"Do you really want me to answer the question, or do you want to answer it yourself?"

"No, Frank, you tell me because I did not do anything wrong."

"That is three Antonia."

"Fuck!"

"Four."

"Stop it Frank or I will rip your eyes out."

"Five."

"Shit!"

"Six."

Antonia ran into the bathroom, closed the door, and stripped. She turned on the cold water for the shower, and got in. She stood under the icy spray and said every vile word she had in mind for her husband. She was slipping. She felt it in her soul. She had to get herself back under control, and she did not know how to do it. Something was bothering her, and she had to speak to someone about it. Frank was definitely not that person. She would see if the Bishop had time to speak with her, again. If he did, maybe he could put her back on course, again.

She got out of the shower, went to her room, and dressed. She packed PA's diaper bag, walked into the living room and took PA from his father's arms. Angrily, she said, "I will be back later," turned on her heel, and left the house.

Frank had been sitting on the couch, playing with his son. He was stunned. His brain did not even have time to react; either to her words, or her attitude. He knew she was pissed off with him, but he did not realize that he had caused her this type of emotional break. He was going to have to take it easy on her for a while. Even though she seemed to take giving birth to their son, 'easy'; apparently, inside she had been hurt very deeply. His nagging was not helping her. He got up and set about cleaning the villa, so when she got home, it would be spotless. He hoped this would help. He, also, wanted to speak to his mom to get a woman's perspective of what might be going on with Antonia.

Gloria yelled at her son. "Frank, are you totally clueless? Have you ever heard of 'Post-partum Depression?' It might be that or she might be angry with herself and the baby. She may not feel right. She may be all twisted up inside."

"Mom, after I picked on her, because she lied, she took Philip, from my arms, and said, 'I'll be back later?'"

"Frank, think of where she might have gone, and look for her. I will call Rose and tell her what happened. She needs to stay home, just in case Antonia goes to her for support. I am going to send your father to a sporting goods store; to buy a baseball bat. Someone has got to knock some sense into you. You may know how to take care of things, between a woman's thighs, but you have no idea how to take care of a woman's mind, when she needs help."

"Thanks mom, I needed that right now."

"You are welcome, Frank. You needed that and a whole bunch more."

Rose and Gloria spoke for a short time, but it was long enough for each of them to know Antonia was in trouble. P.A. was 7 days old; and Antonia's hormones would be totally out of balance now. Any woman can become depressed, paranoid, or psychotic over this short period of time, after giving birth. If not treated promptly, it could last for weeks, or a lifetime.

Rose thought back to Antonia's recent past, and how she had changed from a hellion to an angel, seemingly overnight. Something like this could reverse her progress, with little or no effort at all. Someone had to find her little girl, and soon. She spoke to Anthony and he made a phone call.

Antonia was sitting in the back of Milan's Cathedral, with PA in her arms. She did not know what to do. They were very few people in the massive building, and those who were there, seemed to take very little notice of the young woman and her child. When PA got hungry Antonia started breast-feeding him, modestly, but as she did this, she began to cry, and her tears brought her some unwanted attention.

A worker came over to her, and asked if he could be of any help? She said, "No." She was fine and that she was just feeling a little sad today. The man nodded his head and seemed to disappear.

A short while later a voice from behind her said, "I told you it was a boy."

Antonia turned her head and said "Good morning Eminence; how did know I was here."

"The word is out, all over Milan; about a young mother, who has run away from home, after giving birth to a beautiful baby boy. They said she might not be feeling like herself, and could use a little divine inspiration. When I was told there was a beautiful young woman, crying in the back of my Cathedral, with a baby in her arms, it had to be you. Would you like me to take your confession; or would you like to talk as friends?"

Antonia did not answer his question, she just started talking. "I am falling backwards eminence, and I do not know how to stop myself from continuing in that direction. I am losing my temper and I cannot control the words that come out of my mouth, as I did before. I had control over myself and now I have lost it. I do not know what to do. I don't want to go back to what I was. I was a hateful person and when people laughed, they were laughing at me. Now, when they laugh, they are laughing with me. I don't want to be the person I was. I don't want my son to know that person. I pray so hard for guidance and I wind up doing the wrong thing anyway. I do not want to fail at my marriage. I do not want to fail as a mother. Please eminence, help me."

Bishop Delphini sat down beside her and asked her question after question; each more probing then the last one. His questions put her on the defensive, every time, and Antonia became tenser, having to answer each one.

The Bishop's voice became terse, with her, as he peeled away each layer of her defenses. When he had stripped her soul bare and she was ready to hear the truth the Bishop eased up on her. He asked, "Antonia, I want you to tell me the worst thing that you have done, since you have given birth to Philip."

"I got into an argument with Frank, and even though we were both wrong, I would not back down. I kept arguing and fighting with him for hours, and I would not talk to him for the remainder of the day."

"Did you take the name of your Lord God in vain?"

"No."

"Did you use foul and abusive language?"

"Sometimes."

"Yes or no, Antonia?"

"Yes I did, your Eminence

"You attacked your husband and drew blood?"

"I did not."

"You picked up Philip, and threw him against a wall?"

"Eminence, I would never do that to any child."

"Antonia, my child, excuse my use of the vernacular, but you need to get laid."

Reflexively, Antonia put her hands over PA's ears, so he would not hear what had already said. "What did you say, Eminence?"

"Child, you are so tied up inside, with your self-imposed responsibilities, you have forgotten how to be 19 years old and how to have fun. Since our last talk, you have decided to go from a devil to a saint. That was not what our discussion was about. I asked you to become 'pleasing in the eyes of Our Lord God.' I did not ask you to 'Become Our Lord God.' I admire the way you have handled yourself, and changed to the person you are today. However, you have let the pendulum swing too far. It is now time for you to let your body heal from the extraordinary experience it just went through. When it has, you must learn how to become a happy, 19-year-old, young woman again. We are all sinners; some are worse than others. We have confessionals for that reason. You must find the happy medium, between what you were before, and what you have made yourself now. You are allowed to beat Frank up, as long as you do not kill him. When he is wrong, you can argue with him as much as you want. When you are wrong, you can be obstinate, but remember, you are still wrong and you should admit it. You go to college every day. There are young women there your age. They may not be married, or have a baby, but they do know how to have fun. Go out with them and have some fun. If they ask you to double date with them, explain what Frank looks like, before you accept their invitation. If their boyfriends see Frank, they will start running away, and will not stop, until they hit the Adriatic. Bring Philip to class with you one day, and watch how the young women react to him. You will find out who may want to be your friends, and who wants no part of you."

Bishop Delphini took PA, from Antonia, and said to him, "Young man, has anything interesting happened in your life lately? Have you changed your living arrangements? Little one, have your eating habits changed? Have you severed one attachment to your mother; and formed another one?"




Why I Hated The Guy From The FBI Ch. 16



Note: This is a work of Fiction. Any references to persons, places, agencies, or businesses are not taken from actual events, and should be viewed as a fantasy. The author retains all rights to this story.





Why I Hated The Guy From The FBI Ch. 16



As he continued to stroke into and out of her, she smiled. He kept looking into her eyes, with all the love he had inside him. He felt the need growing inside his loins. He began to pick up speed, and he laughed. 

Celeste looked at him, in surprise, as he continued to pummel her. 

Philip did not say anything but continued his rapid pace towards completion. He kissed her lips, and went after her ears, and neck. His mouth settled on her left nipple and he sucked on it, ravenously.

Celeste moaned and trapped his head, with her hands. She was so close, at this point, her eyes were closed, and her feet were locked behind his thighs, forcing him deeper, towards her womb.

Philip screamed as he came, pouring forth his life giving seed. When Celeste felt it hit her cervix, she gave into her passion. She exploded in climax; felt the baby roll in her stomach and fell into a light sleep.

Philip took a blanket, from the overhead compartment, lay down next to her, and covered them with it.

It was more of the rest period, then one for sleep, because they started playing shortly afterwards. However, it did give Celeste a little time to get her sense of humor back. She said to Philip, "Did you make a mistake, again?"

"I do not think so. I thought I did very well."

"You did do very well, Philip. However, you said you were going to fuck my ass, to join the mile high club. However, I just wanted to make sure you knew the hole you were in was my pussy?"

"Very funny, Celeste, I am very aware that I was in your pussy."

"I just wanted to make sure that you did not need Braille lessons, along with all the other lessons you will be taking this year."

"My father taught me one lesson that I could teach you, if you like?"

"You mean you learned something, prior to learning about the land and your wines?"

"Yes, I did, and I learned that very well."

"Okay, you can try to teach me that lesson, if you are up to it."

He removed the blanket, turned onto his side, raised his right arm, and brought it down hard on the exposed right cheek of her ass.

Celeste's head rose up from the pillow as she screamed in pain. 

Philip kept her pinned down, and continued smacking her backside, until both cheeks were bright pink. Then, he asked her if she had learned the lesson his father taught him, as well as he thought?"

Celeste looked at him with fire in her eyes. "When I tell Marlon about this, you are going to lose both your hands and your feet."

Philip laughed and said, "I do not understand why? I asked if you wanted to learn the lesson my father taught me. You said, "Yes." I taught you that lesson, exactly the way he taught me. Where did I go wrong?"

"You have been talking to Frank and Charlie too long. You sound like an FBI agent trying to get out of trouble by confusing the issue. You struck me, and you are going to pay for it."

"Okay, that is fine. Just remember, I am going to want you to display the evidence, before he meets out justice."

"You bastard, you know I cannot do that; he is like a father to me."

"I am sure you walked around in a bikini, in front of him before."

"Yes, I have. However, I was not 6 months pregnant, and I do not have a bikini this size."

"In that case, my darling, I am going to have to keep my hands and feet where they are this time around. However, I think you may have learned your lesson, as well as I have learned mine."

"I am going to get even with you, Philip."

"I gave you what you deserved, princess. You started acting high and mighty, and I wanted to bring you back down here, with us mere mortals."

"There has to be a less painful way to teach me that lesson."

"There may have been, however, I would not have had as much fun teaching it to you."

"I hate you Philip, I really, really hate you."

"Why is that something that I would have expected Antonia to say?"

"Your sense of humor is improving, wise ass."

54. Oh No!

Rose and Anthony were having a very good time since he had come out of his 'coma.' He may suffer from long-term memory loss; however, he did remember how to bring his wife to orgasm many times and in many ways. 

Rose, for her part, allowed Anthony to use any part of her body he desired. Her first experience with anal sex was not as explosive as Gloria's, but it was not a disaster, either. Anthony did not ask for it often, but when he did, he was gentle, and always brought her to orgasm, by playing with her breasts and clit simultaneously. 

In early July, she started to bleed vaginally. They abstained from sex, for a little while, until it stopped. She did not believe anything was wrong, but did not want to take any chances. The bleeding stopped, a few days later, and since there was a very light flow, she did not seek medical advice.

A week later, she told Anthony that everything had cleared up, and she was fine. She wanted to continue their passionate lovemaking, like before, and there should be no repeat of the bleeding. 

Anthony was thrilled that she was well; however, he wanted to make absolutely sure it was okay to continue to make love. 

Rose warned him, "If you do not make love to me tonight, I am going to rape you. We have not gone one week, without loving each other, since I have come back from New York. I was starved for affection, when you sent me away; I will not go without it now."

Anthony laughed at his wife. "I see that you have taken your grandmothers words to heart. If I see her in the next world, I will thank her forever."

"You had better save some of those thanks, for me."

"Rose, I am going to thank you here on earth, and for the rest of eternity. It seems I have lost my appetite for food. Shall we skip dinner, and retreat to our bedroom?"

"As long as we take a bottle of wine, and two glasses, I think I could skip dinner."

Rose had learned a long time ago to take an extra pair of sheets into their bedroom at night. She detested sleeping on a wet bed. As Anthony went to get the wine, she went to the linen closet, picked up her supplies, and went to their bedroom. By the time Anthony arrived, she was already in their bed, naked.

He said to her, "How can you do that so fast?"

"It is easy Anthony; if you are the one who wants to make love, more than the other. You stroll around like the king of this castle; while I have to be here, like a 'lady in waiting.' That is all I do Anthony, WAIT!"

"I will make that up to you, my love." He undressed and approached her from the end of the bed. She thought he was going directly for her pussy, so she spread her legs wide. He bypassed that vertical slit, and proceeded up to her breasts. He circled each one, with his tongue, and then left them for her mouth. He kissed her passionately, and said, "I love you more than my own life. You can ask me for anything, and it is yours."

Without waiting Rose said, "Fuck me."

"Soon, my dear, I have plans for you first."

"You lied to me Anthony."

"No darling, I am just going to warm you up, before I make love to you."

He kissed her again and again, as his hands roamed around her ears, shoulders, and down to her fingers; which he grasped tightly and brought over her head. He attacked her neck with his lips, and circled up to her ears, which drove her crazy with lust.

Rose moved her hips against his erect groin, in an attempt to take her mind off of what he was doing to her ears.

Tony moved down to her lips again, looked into her eyes, and smiled. He knew he had her complete attention. He moved down to her breasts and attacked each in its turn.

Rose tried, in vain, to get him to release her hands; however he was much too strong for her. She vowed to get even with him for this, and she knew how she was going to do it.

As he left her breasts, he moved down to her belly, and to her soft underbelly. As he approached Ground Zero, he had to let her arms go. He took two swipes at her swollen clit and he heard Rose moan. He left it, and she screamed, "You bastard." He started kissing and nipping the area between her thigh and pussy. Rose moved her hips, violently; to get him back to the area she wanted his attention. He would not be dissuaded. The more Rose moved and moaned, the more he knew he was on the right path. He spread her legs wider and picked one up off the bed to attack it at a better angle. He licked it and nipped it, until he felt Rose moan into her first orgasm.

He twisted her onto her stomach and began teasing her other leg, in the same way. He licked her clit twice and pressed his thumb on it, to keep it sensitized. He proceeded down that side; nipping, kissing, and licking, until he reached her asshole. When he encountered her little pink star, he drilled his tongue directly into it, pressed on her clit hard, and drove his thumb into her leaking pussy. Rose screamed as if she was in pain, but her body knew different. She screamed, into the pillow, as she orgasmed for the second time, and went limp. 

She opened her eyes seconds later, to see the smiling face of her husband lying next to her. "Would you like a glass of wine dear?"

"Yes please."

"Rose, if I could have the 20 years I neglected you back, I would give every penny I have ever earned away."

"Anthony, we cannot live our lives over again. All we can do is live for today, and the rest of the days God gives us. Let's be happy with what we have found with each other."

"I love you more each day. Have you sufficiently recovered, so I can fuck you as you requested?"

"If I must be fucked, it might as well be by you."

"Very funny Rose, you should be a comedian." Tony rose up on his knees, grabbed rose by her legs and pulled her pussy up to his mouth, instead of going down to it. Rose screamed at being put into this new, head down, position. She could not concentrate on it for long, because his tongue and teeth were working on her slick opening and G spot, at the same time. He molded her breasts into the shape of his hand, and pinched her nipples, until they were cherry red.

When he was ready, Anthony lowered Rose down halfway, and plunged his dick as deep into her. Rose orgasmed on contact and screamed, "OH SHIT!" 

Tony pounded into her; as if it was the last time he would ever get a chance to do so. He was determined to make it last, as long as he could. Rose was his joy in life, and he would never disappoint her, again. He put her down, turned her over, and took her from behind. He continued to play with her breasts, and clit.

Rose had never had so many orgasms, during one love making session, in all her married life. She began to cum, continuously. When Tony felt the muscles on the interior walls of her pussy pulsing and compressing his dick, he lost control. He felt his balls move up towards his body, and his approaching orgasm became uncontrollable. He turned Rose over, so they were face to face. He wanted to look at her, when he exploded into her. 

Rose clamped her legs behind his hips, forcing him as deep as he could get within her. Rose said, "Give it to me Anthony. Make-believe you are making a baby with me."

When he heard her words, he lost it. He roared at the top of his lungs, came like an elephant, and expended every ounce of energy he had in his body. 

Rose was kissing him, when his mind began functioning, again. He was limp, he could no longer move. He dozed on top of her, and she did not mind his weight. He had brought her to heights she had never known before. The smell and the warmth of his body comforted her. 

She thought back to her early years, before her marriage to him, when her parents told her of her arranged marriage. She was 15 years old, at that time, and frightened beyond belief. She was ordered to keep herself pure for her wedding night. She was trained in the ways of an old-fashioned Italian marriage. She would not meet her husband-to-be, until days before the wedding; and they would never be alone, during that time. Now, here she was, 27 years later, in love with that man, more than she could ever have imagined. It had not been easy, and the raging fire of lust she felt for him had only started recently. They had many good years ahead of them, years they could use to make up for the years they had lost. 

She put her arms around his neck and held him tightly. She kissed the stubble on his cheek, which woke him up.

He looked down at her, kissed her, and immediately rolled over, pulling her on top of him. He said, "Please do not tell me you are ready, again. If you are, I am going back into my coma."

Rose laughed. "No, Anthony, I am quite satisfied. You were quite amazing this evening. However, you have made me very hungry, and I need something to eat." She grabbed his cock, "It is either this, or we have to go downstairs and have some food. Which would you prefer, husband?"

"Rose, under any other circumstances I would choose what is in your hand. However, you would bury me tomorrow. So I must choose the lesser of the two joys. Let's go downstairs and see what food there is to eat."

Rose smiled at him, wiggled his dormant dick in her hand, and said, "I am sure I could resurrect this from the dead. However, I am not sure about my ability to resurrect you from the dead. I want to keep you around, for a long time, Anthony. Let's take a shower, and go downstairs. Afterwards, we can take a walk, through the gardens."

"Are you thinking about doing a 'Gloria and Philip', while we are in the gardens?"

"Stranger things have been known to happen, while walking during the evening hours. Are you adverse to the night air?"

"You know the old saying Rose, "The older you get, the better you get." It is definitely happening with you."

"It is definitely happening with us, Anthony. It takes two to make a happy marriage."

Antonia said, "Frank, do not look at me that way. I know the doctor said it was okay for us to start having sex again. However, I do not want to have 'Irish Twins', like Vincent and me. I want to go on birth control pills, for a few years, and they take a month before they become effective. So you have two choices: you can wait one more month before we start having sex, or you can find a condom that can fit you, and we can start, now."

"There are no condoms that fit me. They break; because they are too small."

Antonia laughed at him. "Go into the kitchen, and get a freezer bag. It should fit you, and it will not break."

"Between my mother, my father, and you; everyone is becoming a comedian."

"I gave you a son, Frank. I will give you more children in the future; I promise. I just need a little time, in between. Can you give me one more month, please? I am only 19 years old, and I have many years of fertility to go. Your mother is a prime example."

"I will give you as much time as you need to have another child. However, you only have one more month, before I start fucking you. You had better be on "INDUSTRIAL STRENGTH BIRTH CONTROL PILLS"; otherwise; you are going to be like Celeste. If Philip can break through the 1% barrier Antonia, so can I."

Antonia jumped into his arms and kissed him. She said, "Maybe, I should ask the doctor to put me on two different birth control pills. If he asks me why, I will bring you into the room, and show him the size of your prick. When he gets up off the floor, he may put me on three birth control pills, at the same time."

Frank kissed her, and said, "Antonia, I told you that you were becoming a comedian."

"There is nothing comical about your size, Frank. When I first saw it, I thought I would die. When Celeste first saw it, she knew she would die trying to get it into her. I wonder how many girls, in your books died, when you bedded them for the first time. I would make you a wager, all the screams your mother heard, were not when you popped their cherries, but when they saw your size. You were a young boy then; if they saw the size of it now, some of them would swoon, and others would run from you screaming."

"Why didn't you run away when you saw it, Antonia?"

"How can you possibly ask me that question, Frank? I was so in love with you, you could have had a pimple, or a tree between your legs, and it would not have mattered to me." 

They heard a cry coming from their bedroom, and Frank said, "Our son is awake. He either needs a diaper change; he is hungry, or both. I can take care of one, however only you have to take care of the other."

Antonia said, "As long as you carry me into the bedroom, I can take care of his feeding."

"That all depends on you; have you gained that 1 pound back yet?"

"I have been trying, but Philip has made me lose another pound. I am down to 101 pounds now. Celeste is going to kill me, when she finds out."

"In that case, I can carry you. If you were 103 pounds, you were over my weight limit. You would have to walk, because you would be too heavy for me to carry."

After he finished saying 'OW,' from the smack on the back of his head, he received from Antonia; he carried her towards their bedroom, to tend to their son's needs. PA was already using his legs to move around his crib. 

Frank looked at him and said, "Antonia, at this rate, he will be walking in three months."

She replied, "Since he is going to be his father's son, should we arrange his marriage to Celeste's daughter now, or wait until after she is born."

"Do you want Philip to have a heart attack, before the wedding?"

"Would I do that to him? I want you off to the side, with a camera, when I suggest it to him. I want you to take pictures of his reaction. I want to be able to relive every second of his fall to the floor. Then you can take pictures of Celeste laughing at him."

"I think I am going to call the Bishop, and asked him about this."

"When I spoke with the Bishop, he said I should have fun, because I was only 19 years old. I will be 20 in January, and I might as well get this one out of my system, before that happens."

"I believe, in the United States, this would be called, "CRUEL AND UNUSUAL PUNISHMENT." However, since it is Philip, I will let you get away with it."

"I love you, Frank!"

55. Antonia Rides Again

As Philip helped Celeste walked down the stairs of his aircraft; Antonia, Frank, and PA were waiting for them. Celeste looked at them and said, "What the hell are you doing here at this hour of the morning?"

Frank replied, "Babies have their own alarm clock. You will find that out soon enough."

Antonia walked up to Celeste and gave her a big hug; or at least that is what Celeste thought she was doing. While she was holding her, Antonia took the thin tape measure; she had in her hands, and wrapped it around Celeste's chest. As she moved away from her, she yelled, "48; Holy SHIT, you had better have quadruplets, otherwise these things will never go down."

Celeste screamed, "You tiny turd, I am going to kill you."

"You will not be able to catch me, until after she is born. Those things will make you bounce like a balloon."

"I was having a good day, until you entered it Antonia." 

"Frank and I wanted to discuss something, with the both of you, and it is of great importance to us. We did not want to wait, until you were distracted by other obligations."

Celeste and Philip looked on, as she took PA from Frank. They knew that the Christening was tomorrow, and wondered what could be so important; it could not wait.

"Frank and I have discussed this at length and we have a proposal for you. We want to put $20 million aside for our son, and his future. We know you can do more for your child; however, we would like you to join us and put $20 million, of your money, with ours. After your daughter is born we would like you to sign a binding marriage contract, between PA and her. We are the best of friends. You are going to be Philips Godparents. If you ever have to go out of town, your children are going to stay with Frank and me. Our children will always be together. They will know each other so very well; it will not come as a shock to them when they learn that they will be joined together for life. Ann and Charlie are going to have a boy. I believe it would be in your best interest, and in the best interest of your second daughter to marry him. We will know the kind of men each of your children will be getting, and the stock they are coming from. The gene pools will be made of phenomenal stuff. As parents we could preclude any unwanted interference from outside sources, and even though there may be some resistance, from our children, at the beginning, they will grow to understand we did what was best for them. "




Why I Hated The Guy From The FBI Ch. 16



Frank started taking pictures. Philip did not fall. He grabbed his heart, his face went white, with shock, and he stumbled three steps backward. He knew about the marriage contract, between his and the Mancuso families. However, he did not know every detail of the contract. If his family could arrange a contract of marriage, for an American woman, why couldn't it happen in reverse? 

He did not see Antonia wink at Celeste. All he heard was his bride saying to her, "I think that is a wonderful idea. However, now is not the right time to invest the money, we will just keep it in cash, until the markets start to rebound. PA is going to look just like his father. Regardless, if my daughter takes after her father or me, she will be beautiful. I will have my lawyers here, for my wedding, and tell them to draw up the papers. I will talk to Ann and Charlie about this, when they come in next week."

When Philip heard this conversation, his mind whirled, and he had to sit down. At that point, Frank, Antonia, and Celeste started to laugh. 

Antonia walked over to Philip and hugged him. She said, "I want you to know Frank said it was okay to pull this one on you. He was going to call the Bishop, but then he said I could get this one out of my system, before I turned 20."

Philip's eyes opened wide, when he realized what had happened to him. He grabbed Antonia, and put her over his lap.

Antonia yelled, "Frank, help me!"

Frank replied, "My hands are full; I am holding the baby. You will have to fend for yourself."

Philip started spanking her behind, and Antonia yelled, "I am going to get even with you, Philip."

Philip replied, "EVEN; you are three up on me. You should thank your lucky stars I am not using Frank's belt."

"Did that bitch tell you that story?"

"Where else would I have heard about you two double teaming Frank?"

"Celeste always said you were an idiot. Frank was double teaming us."

Celeste and Frank were laughing, when Antonia stood up, rubbing her sore behind. They were waiting for her to retaliate against Philip, but she stuck out her hand to help Philip stand up, instead. 

"How many pictures did you get Frank?"

"I took enough to make a collage on our bedroom wall."

"I do not want it for our wall. I wanted enough for Celeste's ceiling. That way, while they are making love, Celeste will have something else to laugh about."

Philip retaliated by saying, "You little mouse, I should squash you like a bug."

Antonia's eyes turned red. Philip realized what he had done, and prepared to run. 

Frank put his arm around his wife, and said, "NO! You have had enough fun for today. Killing him would serve no purpose, and your gown would go to waste."

"Frank, I was not going to kill him. I was just going to make sure that one part of him was not going to work for a few years."

Celeste looked at her friend and said, "Why were you going to punish me?"

"Italian law says, "If your husband is unable to perform his marital duties, you may use a surrogate in his stead."

Philip looked at her dubiously. "Where in God's name did you hear that?"

"It was a question on my pre-law final exam. I aced the test, so I know my answer was correct."

Celeste walked over to Frank, took him by the arm, put her head on his chest, and while she was looking at Philip, she said to Frank, "Would you like to reconsider Antonia's request?"

Philip said, "Celeste!"

"I was just fooling with you, Philip. I thought your sense of humor was getting better. I may have to retract that statement."

"When it comes to the person I love most in this world, I take everything seriously."

Antonia said, "Celeste, I told you, before you met him, that he was your man. When you ran away from him, it made my prediction a certainty. Who has $1000 they want to lose?"

Frank immediately said, "It is 'Not Me;' you have enough of my money already."

Antonia looked at Celeste and Philip and said, "It does not matter who loses your money, because it is like taking it from both of you anyhow."

"What are we going to bet on this time?"

"We are going to bet on the number of children you are going to have. I do not care if the two of you decided to use birth control pills, condoms, foam, the rhythm method, or anything else. The only thing you cannot do is have a tubal ligation or use an IUD."

Philip jumped in with both feet, hands, and his ass. "I will take that bet and raise it to $5000, if you can afford it."

Celeste smacked him and said, "Do not show off; and mind your manners."

Philip apologized, and asked Antonia how many children they were going to have.

Antonia said, "Philip, I think you should sit down."

"No, Antonia, just tell me what you have to say. You cannot know what is going to happen; only God knows."

"Okay Philip, you asked for it. Celeste is going to have FIVE gorgeous children. This is the point where our bet ends. Would you like to know more?"

"Is this part of the bet?"

"No Philip, it is not. You would have to give me big odds to make this part of the bet.

"So you are not really sure of your predictions?"

"I am sure, but like any bookmaker, I want more of your money, for longer odds of being correct."

"I will stay with the initial wager, and listen to your ramblings.

"Celeste first four children are going to be 'GIRLS,' BLONDE-HEADED, GREEN EYED, SMART AS A WHIP, TALL, WILLOWY, CHARISMATIC GIRLS! The fifth child will look like its father; whoever he might be. It will have DARK HAIR, DARK EYES, TALL, STRAIGHT, STRONG, and SMART. As you may realize Philip that lets you out."

"Fuck you, Antonia. So, my fifth child is a boy?"

Antonia smiled at him and replied, "Did I say that?"

"You said it was going to look just like me."

"I said the child would look like ITS father; and would have ITS fathers' genes. I never said it would be yours, or if it was going to be a boy or girl."

"You bitch; you are not going to tell me. You are going to let me wait until the very end. You are going to make sure that Celeste and I have five children. You planned this so you could win your bet."

"There is nothing to keep Celeste from having a sixth child, if you two are still married at that time?"

"Antonia, do not go there. Like Frank and you, we are married for life. If I have to keep her pregnant forever to keep her, I will."

Celeste said, "Hello, are you two having fun, playing with my body?"

Antonia laughed and said, "Speaking of bodies, how do you like mine?"

"If you get a thinner, you are going to blow away, with the wind."

"I was not talking about that, even though I am now 101 pounds, tubby. In between the belly button, and the chin, do you notice the difference?"

"Yes, I can see you are wearing a padded bra."

"I am not; however, if you inflate those Michelin's anymore, you are going to resemble both ends of the Goodyear blimp."

"You know these are mine, and not purchased at the local drugstore."

"I want to make sure those are yours. Does anyone have a nail and a hammer? I understand it is hard to get through that steel tread."

"I will get even with you for that you ugly little gnome."

"I ordered a gurney to carry you down the aisle, just in case you were too fat to walk."

"I am only 148 pounds, insect. I am close to where the doctor told me to be."

"I got you again, Celeste. You are so easy."

"Oh fuck; I hate you, you little worm. I hate you for breathing the same air I do. You catch me every time I have something I want to hide from you. I can keep corporate secrets, without batting an eyelash. If you worked for a competing company you would probably know our balance sheets, within a week."

"I love you, Celeste; that is why the only person I will ever work for is you." The two women hugged each other tightly. However, Antonia and whispered into Celeste's ear, "Your fifth child is going to be a boy; however, I do not want you to tell Philip, unless he begs really good, and for a really long time." 

To cover up what they were talking about, Antonia said, "I cannot believe you are a size 48. You are not due until October. Those tits could grow another 6 inches by then; you could set a record."

Celeste reared back and swung at her friend. Antonia ducked under the wild swing, and two men rushed to catch Celeste, before she lost her balance, and fell to the floor. When she regained her composure she turned to Antonia and said, "You had better carry your gun with you, because this means war."

"With those tits, you could not site in your weapon. Wait until after you deliver her; then we will go to Phillip's gun club, and shoot him, for getting you pregnant."

"If I kill him, you will lose your bet, because I would only have one child."

"You would have one child by him, while he is alive. I could lend you Frank, but he would ruin you for other men. We would have to save Phillip's sperm for future use. As his widow, you could have as many children as you want using that material, even though his body is no longer with us."

Celeste laughed. "Talk about getting fucked; having his baby, without any foreplay."

Antonia looked at her slyly, and said, "With Philip gone, I could help you with the foreplay."

Frank said, "Antonia, what are you thinking?"

"I would not be cheating on you Frank. I would be helping a woman, in her time of need."

Philip replied, "Does anyone have a shovel; the manure is getting very high around here."

Frank said, "BULL SHIT!"

"What," replied Philip?

"We call it BULL SHIT Philip. The BULL SHIT is getting very high around here. It sounds a lot better that way."

"Thank you Frank. Antonia, my face will be the only face eating Celeste pussy for the next 70 years or more. Did you hear me? Keep your face and your hands away from my wife."

"She is not yours yet, Philip. "

"I think it is wonderful having you two fighting over me, but I am hungry. Frank and I are going for breakfast, with PA. You two stay here, and when you are finished let me know who won me, as their prize. Then I will let you know if I accept your decision. Frank is there a kosher deli around here?"

"It is not kosher but I know where you can get a corned beef and pastrami sandwich, on Rye, with Russian dressing on the side. I will be able to make you the egg cream, if that is what you would like."

"And they say money cannot buy you love. Frank, those words just bought you mine. Take me there as quickly as you can."

"Antonia, give me the car keys, please."

"Like hell, I am going with you. I would rather eat, that stay with Philip."

"Thank you Antonia, the feeling is mutual. Celeste, get into our limousine and the chauffeur will take us there."

"Where will he take us Philip? Does he know where this deli is? Does he read minds? Did you ask Frank for the name, and address of this restaurant? You are truly going to love the training you are going to get this year. You may want to divorce me, before it is over."

Philip walked over to her and put his arms around her. "Dear, they could starve me; beat me with a cane; keep me in solitary confinement; water board me; or any other type of torture available. I will never, ever divorce you, while I have breath in my body."

Celeste turned to hide the tear falling from her eye and said, "Can we get a move on it, now the baby is hungry."

The next word out of her mouth was 'OW,' because Philip smacked her on her rump, for trying to hide her emotions from him.

"You will pay for that, while we are in bed, Philip."

"On no, not that; anything but that," he said, laughing.

While walking towards their cars, Celeste asked Antonia if she had seen Marlon, recently.

She replied, "Yes, I have. He is running all over the city, with his new lady-friend. They make a very handsome couple."

"That old dog is like a sailor. He has one or more women, in every port. She hit his speed dial number, and waited for him to answer.

"Yes Madam."

"Hello Marlon; what are you doing?"

"I am busy."

The next thing Celeste heard was a dial tone. She looked at her phone, with a startled expression. Then, she started laughing. "That old bastard was getting laid."

Satisfied, with their late morning meal, Celeste and Antonia left their men to their own devices, and went to have Celeste's wedding dress fitted for the last time. Everyone marveled at the dress, and the fact that it did not have to be completely refitted for her, because her aunts had taken her pregnancy into consideration. It fit her body perfectly. Everyone knew she was pregnant; and showing her little belly would not be a surprise to anyone. 

Celeste had three more months before she delivered her little one, so she did what comes naturally for her. She went shopping; however, this time it was not for her, it was for her little girl. She looked at Antonia and said, "If you are wrong, about the sex of my baby, you are paying for these clothes."

"When I am right, you will pay me double their cost."

"I did not say that, Antonia. You win too often for me to bet against you. I am just hedging my bets."

"I am hedging mine, also."

"You are incorrigible you little gnome. I hate you."

"Yes, I know, however, I bring a little sunshine into your life every day."

"If you were to say that to Philip, he would add that you also bring thunderstorms along with it."

"Sunshine all day would be boring. Lightning livens up the day."

"Are you all set for tomorrow?"

"Yes, my mom and dad have taken care of everything. Do you remember what you are supposed to say?"

"I am supposed to say something?"

"I gave you and Philip the cards, before we left for Ann are wedding. You have not looked at them at all?"

Celeste laughed, "It is about time I was able to put one over on you, squirt."

"You are a spiteful person, Celeste. I would not do that to your child."

"I did not do that to your child; I did that to you, and it was wonderful."

"Celeste, you are taking advantage of my new, good nature. What else is there about you that you do not want me to know?"

"I will never tell you anything ever again. You are a witch and you will find a way to get it out of me, one way, or another. I should send you out as an industrial spy. You would be the best in the business."

"If you will not tell me, I will get it out of Philip. He is even easier than you are."

"Can I shop for clothes, now? I will find a hangar, and put you on display in juniors."

"Very funny, fatso."

"I am not fat, I am pregnant."

"Your tits get any bigger, they are going to milk you like a Holstein."

"You would not mind getting your mouth around them, again."

"Now you are not playing fair."

"I knew that would shut you up." She put her arm around a frowning Antonia, and started shopping for baby clothes, in earnest. 

56. PA Christens' his Godfather

3 PM Sunday afternoon was the scheduled time for Philip Anthony Gennaro's Baptism, and to no one's surprise, everyone was early. Philip Anthony was not interested at all in these proceedings, until it was time to take off his white gown. 

Celeste whispered to Antonia, "He is only a few weeks old, and look at the size of that thing! He is definitely his father's son."

Antonia joked with her and said, "One of the sonograms showed him playing with it."

Celeste looked at her in amazement; until Antonia winked at her.

Celeste said, "And people say I am bad."

PA slept through most of it, until it was time to have his body submerged in the baptismal fount. Antonia untied the gown, while Frank held him in his arms. When he was as naked as the day he was born, she picked him up and transferred him into Celeste's arms. 

Celeste and Philip stood side-by-side and repeated the words Bishop Delphini said to them as part of the 'Ritual of Baptism.' 

The parents and grandparents beamed with pride, and the crowd around them did not utter a sound.

When it was time, Celeste lowered Philip Anthony into the Ceremonial Fount, in the great cathedral, until his body was submerged. PA stretched his arms out as if he was taking a bath, and did not cry. The Bishop poured water over Philip's exposed head and completed the prayers of the baptism.

As Celeste raised him out of the water and put him into the large towel Philip was holding; Philip Anthony did what many babies do when they come out of the warm water, into the cool air. He peed. This time it was into his godfather's face.

Frank laughed hysterically, because Philip forgot to move out of the way. He kept sputtering as the urine was hitting his face. 

Frank said, "Philip, I think I should have warned you about that possibility."

The laughter in the Cathedral could have raised the roof of the ancient building. Pictures of Philip would be on the Internet the next day, and would be hung at his winery, for the next year. He would never live it down; his brothers and sisters would make sure of it.

On the shores of the Atlantic Ocean, Don Antonio Castronova sat looking at the hundreds of pictures of the christening, with two of his daughters, sitting at his side. He was laughing so hard, they had to take the pictures way from him, for fear he might hurt himself. After a while he said to his daughter's, "When you get home, tell my son this is what he gets for pissing me off, and not joining the 'Family business.'"

57. Prelude to a wedding

Philip's oldest brother, Antonio, was going to be best man, at the wedding, and he had arranged for the bachelor party. It was going to be a very intimate affair for 322 men. Not all of them would be attending the wedding, however that evening was to be a no holds barred event. 

Philip warned his brother, "If a woman touches me, I am gone, and I will never talk to you again. I will never say what goes on at that party, but I will have no part of it."

Antonio said, "Philip marriage is forever. Family is forever. Sex is just sex. You can have it with anyone you want, and it does not tarnish who you are."

"Your reasoning is the same as our fathers. That is the same reason I decided not to join our family's business. You can keep your brothels, your drugs, and other businesses. I will never say one word against you; ever. Marriage to me is "Sacro Sanct." I will never defame it. I will never cheat on my wife. I will never go back on my vows. As God is my witness, whatever temptations are put in my way, I would kill myself first."

"Brother that is a mortal sin."

"Antonio, my marriage vows are important to me. Do not put them and our family into conflict."

"Philip, you were always the rebel in the family. Why should you be any different now? Have a long and happy marriage, brother; may God grant you many children."

"Do you feel like making money, Antonio?"

"You should never ask me a question you already know the answer to Philip."

"Go to one of your competitors bookmaking shops and place a large, long-term bet. In the years to come bet that Celeste and I will have five children: Four blonde-haired, green-eyed girls and one boy who will look like me, in that order. You should be able to make a fortune with that information."

"What mystic did you go to find that information out?"

"She is not a mystic. She is a close friend you do not want to piss off. She has predicted things you would not believe, and she has yet to be wrong. Celeste has had a sonogram, but we did not ask for the sex of the baby. It will be a girl, I am as sure of it as I am sure I am standing in front of you."

"If I lose, will you cover the wager?"

"If I win will you give me half?

"Brother, half of an ill-gotten gain?"

"All of it will go to the Cathedral, because Sunday, I am marrying the 16th richest person in the world."

"SHIT! I knew she was rich, I did not know she was that rich."

"I thought you knew how to use the Internet. All you had to do was Google it."




Why I Hated The Guy From The FBI Ch. 16



"I have secretaries to do that for me."

"Would you like to go for a ride in my $42 million airplane?"

"Since when do you have an airplane?"

"I got it last weekend, and right now it is sitting at the airport doing nothing. If you want, I will call the pilots and we can take nine others with us, and go for a ride."

"You are joking with me, aren't you?"

"Meet me at Linetta airport in 90 minutes, and I will show you that I am not fooling around. Remember, you have to go through security, so no weapons. I do not want to have to bail you out of prison."

"You do have a sense of humor, Philip. Everyone in the family thought you had lost it."

"Antonio, my bride to be told me the same thing, when we were returning to Milan."

As they parted company, Philip called Celeste, and told her he was taking his brothers for a ride in his airplane.

Celeste said, "Good for you. It is about time you learned to stick your wealth down their throats."

"Celeste, I am not doing it for that reason. I will talk to you about it when I get home."

"Is something wrong, Philip?"

"There is nothing wrong now, baby. I have handled it. I will talk to you when I get back. Okay?"

"I am proud of you Philip. You make me proud of you every day."

Philip looked at his cell phone in wonderment. This was the first time she had ever said that to him, and he glowed with pride. He would tell her what went on with his brother, and he would seal it with more than a kiss; much more than a kiss.

He called the pilots and told them he needed the aircraft ready for departure in two hours.

They said it would be no problem. They asked him where he wanted to go. 

Philip replied, "We will have 10 people on board. All I want to do is go high and fast. You choose the route for about two hours flying time."

"No problem Mister Castronova, we will take care of it."

"Do we have the flight attendant available to us?"

"We can arrange that for you Mister Castronova."

"When you have time, interview several of them, and hirer the one with the best knowledge of service in an aircraft. Honestly I do not care what she looks like."

"Sir, you have to care what she looks like. She will be part of your corporation, and she is the first person your clients are going to see as they are boarding the aircraft."

"Okay, you guys know best. You can lead me around by the nose, until I get my feet on the ground, and my head in the air, with all this new wealth I am going to have to deal with. Until then, you guys on my brains, with this airplane."

His brothers showed up and he greeted them in the terminal. They went through security and he walked them out onto the tarmac, where they saw the gleaming white Gulfstream 550, with the Wine Red lettering, "Monza Wines." His brothers were envious at his obvious display of wealth. Their businesses precluded them from using their money so flagrantly.

Philip introduced them to the captains and had Robert Berns give them a tour of the exterior of the airplane and explain everything from the radar in the nose cone, to the Rolls-Royce engines. Suitably stunned, Philip invited them inside so that they could go for their initial ride in his airplane. If they enjoyed the outside, when they were greeted by the flight attendant, they started to drool. Even Philip did a double take at this statuesque beauty. He turned to Robert and asked, "Where did you get her at such short notice."

He smiled and said, "Al Italia is short one flight attendant today. She wants to know if she can get this job, as a permanent gig."

Philip said, "Ask her how much she makes in a year, including benefits and vacation. Verify it, have her take a physical, background check, give her a 50% raise, and tell her she's hired."

"What is your wife going to say?"

"This is my airplane. The money will come from my winery. I have made my first executive decision; and Celeste is going to beat the shit out of me."

When the laughing stopped; Philip boarded the airplane and was introduced to Sophia. Then, he went to the rear to join his brothers.

Bruce Waxman came over the intercom and asked, "Mister Castronova, are you ready for departure?"

Philip picked up the phone and asked, "Do we have clearance?"

"Yes sir we do."

"Okay Bruce, take us for a ride."

His brothers looked at him as if he had grown horns. When did he have time to learn about an aircraft? 

Only Philip knew he was pulling these things out of his ass.

Sophia stood at the front of the aircraft and said, "Gentleman, the safety instructions are in the seat pockets beside you. Please read them, prior to us taking off. Once we are at cruising altitude it will be my pleasure to serve you your drinks and hors d'oeuvres."

Bruce Waxman came over the intercom and said, "Your host, Philip Castronova, has laid out this itinerary for our flight today. Not everyone gets to do this, but he has done it for you. We will be cruising today at 20,000 feet over the Italian Alps and you will be able to get a birds-eye view of how lovely they look at that altitude. Then comes the good part; the military will take us into their restricted airspace and let us fool around in them. We will climb to our cruising altitude of 51,000 feet and do a series of maneuvers that will lift you into zero gravity. Please do not mess up the inside of our airplane. Use the bags that are provided for you. We will then do an emergency descent from 51,000, two 12,000 feet. The ground level in the area we will be doing this maneuver is 9,600 feet. This means we will be leveling off 2,400 feet above the ground. If zero gravity did not get you, Mister Castronova assures us this one will. He loves this maneuver; it is one of his favorites."

Antonio looked at Philip, who was wearing a broad smile, but had his ass cheeks clenched together, like they were made of stone. He wondered if Celeste had gotten to the pilots, prior to takeoff. He would kill her, if she did, and there would be no need for a wedding on Saturday.

"We will be doing a low-level speed run, at minimum altitude, about 200 feet above ground level, from Military Areas 83E through 83A. Finally, we will do a high-speed climb, in restricted area 101, back to cruise altitude 51,000 feet. We will be turned over to civilian air traffic control for approach to and landing at Linetta airport. You should thank Mister Castronova, because we do not know how he pulled this off. In all my years of flying, no civilian aircraft has been allowed in these restricted areas to perform these maneuvers. One more thing, I want you to know before we begin our westbound turn over the Alps, your host wanted us to fly the aircraft upside down at 2800 feet so you could see the ground close up. This aircraft could do that very easily, because of its control surfaces, and its avionics. However, getting the vomit off the ceiling is nearly impossible. So after careful consideration we had to say no. He was very disappointed with us. One of you must have been very nasty to him when he was a young boy. Whoever you are, be careful, because he is determined to get even with you in a very big way."

Finally, there was laughter in the back of the aircraft. Philip turned his chair so he could see his brothers looking at him, and he could look them all straight in the eye. Each one of them had taken their turn at tormenting him. Now, they were in his aircraft, and regardless of what happened; he had to suck it up, and make them think whatever went on in the next hour was like second nature to him.

As they rode over the Alps, Sophia served the drinks and hors d'oeuvres. Philip had a red wine and sipped it, slowly. His brothers drank merrily and ate the hors d'oeuvres. He knew better than to put something into his stomach, after hearing what was coming up.

The phone on his seat rang and Philip answered it. He recognized the beautiful voice at the other end immediately. He didn't say her name he just said, "Did you?"

Celeste laughed and said, "Of course, I did."

"Business will not be as usual, later."

"I would certainly think not. If you can survive this, you can survive anything. I love you very much; I will see you later."

"You should see what I hired today."

"I did see what you hired today. Why do you think I did this to you?"

"You want to make me a better person and the more trustworthy husband. I told you we would talk about something, when I got home. It had nothing to do with our flight attendant. Now leave me alone so I can torment my brothers." He hung up on her before she could say anything else. Celeste was not used to this behavior from Philip; she kind of like it.

"Everything should be locked down, and strap in tightly, Sophia; including you. Gentlemen make sure your seats are in the upright position and are facing forward. Keep the bags that we have furnished you, in your hands just in case you feel queasy. This maneuver will start with a downward acceleration of the aircraft and then a parabolic curve, at which time you will be weightless for a few moments. Your hands and feet will float up in front of you, and you will be weightless during that period.

Most of his brothers made it through the first weightless event, but they were unprepared for the second one. Seven of the nine tossed their cookies, at that point. The hors d'oeuvres did not feel as good coming up, as they did going down.

Antonio was one who had made it through both weightless events, and he was smiling. They turned around, saw Vito's smiling face, and seven gray faces that wanted to kill their youngest brother. The three of them laughed.

Antonio said, "Isn't getting even fun?"

"Even, I haven't even started to get even."

Sophia got up from her seat and brought seven hot towels to the stricken members of his family, and had the men put their bags into a sealable trash bag, which she disposed of. She handed out more bags for their next, fun event.

"In one minute we will begin our emergency descent to 12,000 feet. You will hear the bell ring three times, and then the nose of the aircraft will pitch down. We will reach speeds in excess of .91 Mach, which is well below the speed this aircraft can reach. Enjoy the ride down."

Sophia checked everyone's seatbelt before she took her own seat and belted herself in. Then they heard the three bells, and the aircraft started its descent.

Everyone was thrown back into their seats. It seemed that they were going down vertically. The clouds were rushing by the exterior of the aircraft at a blinding speed. Five minutes later, they felt themselves being pushed into their seats, as the aircraft began to level out. Their legs became heavy and their arms could not move. The effects of 3.5 times gravity were taking hold of their bodies.

Philip had made it again, but his oldest brother did not look well. He said, "Antonio, should we do that again. It is just like falling off a horse. You have to get right back on it, and try it again."

"If you tell them to do it again, they will find you in one of your wine barrels, 30 years from now."

"I will be an excellent vintage by then."

Antonio could not bring himself to laugh.

Philip turned to see who else had made it through the descent and only Vito was left smiling. He asked, "What do I have to do to wipe that smile off your face?"

Vito replied, "Clean the shit out of my pants."

They both laughed, however Vito wasn't kidding.

Bruce Waxman announced that they were about to begin their low-level speed run.

Philip picked up the phone and said, "Do not scare any of the rabbits; it is not hunting season, yet."

His brothers heard the conversation, but did not believe they would be that low. They were wrong.

The Gulfstream flew barely 200 feet above the tallest trees and all eyes were glued outside as they watch them go whizzing by. It was not a sight they would ever see again. 200 miles later, the nose of the aircraft lifted and they started their climb to 51,000 feet, where they were handed off to civilian air traffic control for an approach and landing at Linetta airport.

40 minutes later, when they stumbled off the aircraft, nine men wanted to kill the youngest member of their family.

Philip snarled at them, "How many times did I go to papa, and complain about the mistreatment I received from all of you. He did not believe me. All of you were saints, and I was a baby. I stand before you now, in front of my airplane, as the only one who could take what it dished out. I am a baby no longer. I will see you all tonight, if you can make it to my party. Antonio, you know my boundaries, and you know my rules; if you break them, I will no longer have a family."

Eight brothers looked at Philip, and then Antonio, as if they had been slapped in the face. Antonio raised his right hand to silence them, before a word could be raised in dissent. 

"We will see you tonight Philip. It will be as you require."

As the eight brothers walked away from the aircraft, Philip noticed that Vito was walking very funny. He could not help but laugh.

The two pilots walked down the stairway and asked him how he made out during the flight. Philip grinned and said, "I made out like a bandit. I'm going to kill my bride, but I pissed off my brothers' big time. I, also, impressed the hell out of them thanks to both of you. Does the aircraft need to be checked out, because of the maneuvers you put her through?"

Robert Berns said, "No, we kept it well inside the envelope it is capable of. If we had taken 5 G's pulling out of the descent, I would have the wing struts checked, but we did not come close to that."

"Okay, thank Sophia for me, and take care of her paperwork. When she has finished the physical, and background check, send her, with her paperwork to my home, and I will introduce her to the family. Tell her there will be a morals clause in her contract: No fooling around with pilots, or the passengers."

Bruce Waxman said, "Even the unmarried pilots, boss?"

"Especially the unmarried pilots, Bruce."

"Boss, you are going to take all the fun out of flying."

"If I cannot play around, Bruce; neither can you."

All that day friends, corporate executives, and invitees to Celeste wedding, arrived in Milan. James Hearst's and his girlfriend, Cynthia, and Tom Shackleford and his wife, Marlene, arrived in the same aircraft with Charlie and Ann. Cynthia worked at the Museum of Fine Arts, Marlene is an assistant Professor of English Literature, at Fordham University, and Ann is a Professor of English U.C. San Luis Obispo. Audrey, the flight attendant, was a former teacher, who gave her position up, because of the lousy pay, the long hours. The three men tried desperately to keep away from their significant others so they could stop hearing the incessant chatter about the educational system, its deficiencies, the reforms necessary, and the absolute need to get men out of the positions of authority. 

By the time they touched down, in Milan, these women had eviscerated every male, plus the Secretaries of Education, in their states and in Washington, D.C. Charlie was very happy he had his gun, because the men on board feared there was going to be a female uprising, on board that aircraft. 

On Friday, the dignitaries started to arrive, led by Italy's Prime Minister, the Vice President of the United States, Chancellor of the Exchequer of Great Britain, as well as the vice president of Ecuador, and their wives. Bill and Melissa Gates, and Warren Buffett were there. The Trumps were not invited. Steve Jobs declined his invitation, citing a conflict on his schedule. Baron Nathaniel Rothschild represented his family and the list continued like a Who's Who of the Worlds' rich and powerful. Most of these people, besides being important in their own right, were Celeste's friends. She had either used her influence to get them the positions they now held, or she helped, with her money, in their philanthropic causes, around the world. 

Everyone knew the wedding would take place at the Cathedral of Milan. However no one knew where the reception would take place afterwards. It was the most closely guarded secret, since the invention of the microchip. The political security details knew where it was, so they could prepare for their arrangements. However, they sent out so many decoys, the press had no way of knowing which site was the correct one for the event.

The vendors were screaming they needed more time to set up the flooring, tables, chairs, flowers, food service, tents, electrical lines, and everything else that goes with an affair this large. All they were told was to hire triple or quadruple the amount of manpower they normally needed, be ready at midnight on the day of the wedding, and do not worry about the cost. 

Celeste's lawyers told the vendors, "If your people work like 'Italians' normally do, you will never see another dime of her money, until after the Alps turn into dust."

The owners of these businesses were told if anyone leaked this information, and it was traced back to them, they would be sued into bankruptcy. They did not like this at all.

Each dignitary was allowed to choose his/ her own meal for this event. Three-star Michelin chefs, from Italy, France, Spain, and Germany, were preparing the meals, along with all their assistants. Limousines, from as far as 150 miles of Milan, were called into service. If it was 'The Best of the Best,' it was in the city of Milan, for this wedding. 

You would think it would take a year to make out the seating arrangements for a wedding this large. It took the computer at the University of Michigan three minutes, and it was perfect.

At 12 AM, on July 1, hand-delivered messages went to each vendor advising them of the location of the Wedding Ball. They were told who was to do what, in what order, and the time constraints they were under. If they did not meet these goals, they were going to be fined for every minute they were late.

When the vendors looked at the venue, they could not believe it. They were going to be working on hallowed ground. It was the "Stadio San Siro," (San Siro Stadium) the home of their beloved World Champion Soccer Team. It was the largest stadium in all of Italy, able to hold 80,000 people at any single event. No private events were ever allowed there, 'Until Now.' 

The first groups out where the electricians; followed closely by the carpenters. When dawn broke, the entire field looked like one large stage. Next came 100,000 yards of carpeting, secretly brought in from one of Celeste's own companies. It was an exact match to Philip's Company colors. As soon as a section was laid down, the next vendor would start setting up his items. Everything went off like clockwork. Everything electrical was double redundant. The wood flooring was 10 inches on center. It would not wobble in an earthquake. The hardest part was the canopy. No one had ever tried to cover a venue this large. Architects had worked for months trying to figure out how to do it and what to use as a covering. Canvas would be too heavy. Silk would be to light and not rain proof. They decided on a Dacron fabric, which was both light and waterproof. Then they prayed that the winds would not get too high. The china was Wedgewood; the crystal was Waterford. Everything was top tier; no expense was spared. The only thing that did not come from Phillips winery was the champagne. It was a gift from the French government, and it was also the best. 

The press did not get word of where the event was happening, until after 10 AM. A no-fly zone had been put into effect within a 2-mile radius of the stadium, which kept all news and private helicopters out of the area. Floodlights were set up outside the stadium just in case someone a helicopter tried to disobey that order. The lights would be focused on it, ruining any pictures the cameras were attempting to take.




Why I Hated The Guy From The FBI Ch. 16



The only thing left now, was the wedding itself.

58. W- Day July 1

Celeste had left for the hotel the evening before, leaving Philip to his own devices. At 5 AM, Philip decided to do what he did best; he went to his winery. He loved this place almost as much as he loved Celeste. The aromas filled his nostrils with the dreams his grapes made come true. He sipped some of his newer wines to see how they were doing, and he was pleased. He walked around touching his machinery and remembering everything that he had done to bring this place to where it was today.

From behind him, someone yelled, "Get out of my winery. It is your wedding day, not a workday."

He turned and saw a man who had worked at the winery, since before he was born. This man had taught him more about wine than he had learned at school. "Hello Franco, what are you doing here so early?"

"Have I taught you nothing about wine in all these years? Grapes wait for no man to tell them when are ripe and ready to be picked. Casks do not wait, for anyone, to be turned so the sediment does not turn the wine into something pigs would not drink."

"Franco, I think I may have something else on my mind today."

"Philippe, get out of here, and get married to your lovely lady. It will be here, when you and your head returns."

"You are the only one that calls me by my birth name. No wonder my mother loved you."

"She taught me about love, and I taught her about wine. She was a great lady; I still miss her every day."

"So do I Franco, so do I."

The two men hugged each other, and parted company.

Celeste was in another matter totally. She had not slept the night before and she paced her suite, like a caged Tiger. She could not understand why she was nervous. She ruled an empire with no problems at all. She was marrying the man of her dreams today. She loved him beyond all measure. She was carrying his baby, and nothing had made her happier in all her life. So why did she want to tear down this building this morning with her bare hands. She did not understand it.

At 6:30 AM, there was a banging on her door. She had not ordered breakfast, and could not imagine who was there. She looked through the magnifier and could not see anyone, but the banging persisted.

"Open the door you blonde bitch, I know you are in there."

"Go home Antonia, I am in no mood for you this morning."

"Do you really want to go there, Celeste? I will break down the fucking door, and then I will shave every hair off your head. Your wedding pictures will look wonderful. You have two choices: Do this peacefully, or get ready for the old me. I even brought scissors for your gown."

"You would not dare touch my gown. Your aunts would kill you."

"My aunts are Italian; they would understand. Now open the fucking door, before I break it down."

Celeste opened the door, and the little tornado walked in.

"What the fuck is your problem lady?"

"Who said I have problem?"

"A little bird told me you would have a problem this morning. So he is babysitting PA, and I am here to unclench your asshole."

"How would Frank know I had a problem this morning?"

"Frank would not know a problem if it hit them between the eyes. He is with Philip, sunning himself on the patio of his home. He said he never saw Philip so relaxed in his life."

"Philip is relaxed?"

"Why would he not be? Look at who he is marrying: The woman who is carrying his child, and a multibillionaire, who just happens to be gorgeous. What is there for him to worry about? For that matter, what are you worrying about?"

"I have no fucking idea. I tossed and turned all night. The baby would not sleep, and I have a headache that will not quit."

"Have you had breakfast?"

"I could not eat if I tried. I would throw up, because I am so nervous."

"Leave it to me, I will order you something light because you have to put something in your stomach to calm the baby down. Believe me, I have been there, and done that. Do you want tea or milk?"

"Milk, please, and may be some Greek yogurt."

"Go to the bathroom and make yourself presentable, because you look like hell. I will order breakfast and it will be here when you get out."

Celeste did as she was told and when she was finished she felt 100% better. She walked out into the dining area and saw three serving trays on the table. She also saw Antonia talking to Carl.

"Carl, what a surprise; who else did Marlon bring with him?"

"Good morning miss Celeste. Marlon brought the entire security staff from the estate, to be your personal guard for today, and throughout your honeymoon. He would trust no one else with your safety."

"I love that old man to death. However, what are you doing here now?"

"Marlon said you might have trouble eating this morning, and he told me to make sure that you eat everything on your plate, even if I had to force-feed you."

"It is no problem, Carl. I am only having milk and yogurt this morning."

Antonia and Carl smiled at each other as Celeste sat down to her plate and then uncovered it from its silver top.

"What the fuck is this," she said? "All I ordered was milk and yogurt."

Antonia replied, "You need protein and carbohydrates to get you through the day. You will not be eating again until tonight. Start eating before Carl has to help you."

Celeste looked down at her plate and saw: Three pancakes, scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, hash browns, and a petite filet mignon. She was about to say something, when Carl took the seat next to her.

He asked with a smile, "Are you having trouble deciding where to start Miss Celeste?"

"No Carl, I am fine, thank you." She looked at Antonia, with daggers in her eyes and said, "I wish it was you on this plate. There would be less to eat."

"You had better put a napkin over those 52 EEE's. You could ruin that beautiful tent you are wearing. Now start eating, before it gets cold."

"I am calling the Bishop. I want the old Antonia back. I knew had to deal with her. You are a whole new troublesome package."

"That is wonderful; I get to hit Philip again. This time I will break his jaw and no cunnilingus for you for three months."

"I hate you Antonia. You have been talking to Frank, and your pre-law classes have made you think like a federal agent. I should take you over my knee and spank you."

"You can do that after you finish eating everything on your plate. Now get started."

Carl handed her a fork, with a smile on his face.

"Carl, you are fired."

"Yes ma'am. I will leave after you are finished eating. Marlon will rehire me as soon as I call him."

"I hate that old man."

"Yes madam, everyone knows that you cannot function without him. Eat!"

"Fuck off."

Carl cut a piece of the filet, put it on the fork, and held it in front of Celeste's mouth. "Miss Celeste, we can do this the easy way, or we can do this Marlon's way. Either way, you are going to eat."

"I hate..."

Carl inserted the fork into her mouth as soon as she started the sentence.

Antonia giggled, because of look on Celeste's face. She had not been force-fed since she was a child. Now, on her wedding day, the man she loved as a father, was having her force-fed.

After she swallowed the piece of meat, she said, "Marlon if you can hear me, 'I hate you, I hate you, I really, really hate you.'"

Moments later her cell phone rang and it was Marlon. "Good morning madam. Thank you for my morning greeting. As you know hate is the closest thing to love, and as I walk you down the aisle this afternoon, you will know that I love you most of all. Remember to eat everything on your plate. I would hate for Carl to knock your teeth out trying to feed you. The wedding pictures would have to be doctored to fill in the gaps."

"Tomorrow I want to know how you know everything that I do and say. Do you understand me old man?"

"Yes Madam, I promised you that I would, and I have never lied to you in your entire life. Tomorrow, I shall tell you all you need to know. Not everything, but everything you need to know."

"I hate you Marlon."

"Thank you, Madam. Now stop talking and eat."

She did, and she also calmed down. Marlon always had that effect on her.

At 9 o'clock everything went into high gear. Celeste, Antonia, Ann, and the bridal party headed for the salons to be primped, coiffed, and made up for this afternoon's event.

At 11:30 Antonia's aunts arrived, at Celeste's suite, to help her dress in her gown. She looked gorgeous; the gown was gorgeous; and the day was gorgeous. She thought, "What the hell was I worried about?"

Her cell phone rang and it was Marlon. "You were not worried, Madam. You just wanted your mother to be here with you. I wish she were here also."

"I did not say that out loud, Marlon. How did you know what I was thinking?"

"I planted a microchip in your brain when you were a baby."

"You did not."

"I am telepathic."

"You are not."

"I know you like an open book."

"Yes you do, dad."

"Celeste, I am not your father."

"I know dad. You have been more of a father to me than the man that started me and my mother's womb."

"Do not start crying. You will ruin your makeup."

"Okay, are you coming up to get me, or are we meeting downstairs for the pictures?"

"I am on my way to get you now."

"I am ready, dad."

The photographers started taking pictures, as soon as her gown was arranged properly. When Marlon walked in the door and looked at her, his eyes glassed over and he turned away for a second to control himself.

Celeste yelled at him, "Marlon, if you start crying, I will start crying, and neither one of us will be able to stop. So cut it out now."

"Madam, I do not know what you are talking about. Something just got into my eye and I had to flush it out."

"You said you never lied to me, and you just did on my wedding day."

"Am I not allowed one little white lie in 28 years?"

"No, not today old man, not when I need you the most. Now, come over here and let's take some wonderful pictures together."

At 1:45 PM, everyone from the wedding party climbed into their limousines and headed slowly for the Cathedral of Milan. Onlookers had been held back one full block, for security reasons. 

Celeste did not want a traditional wedding March. She opted for a little-known anthem called 'Canon in F'. It was played on a grand piano and a quartet of violinists. It was enchanting.

Marlon stood straight and walked Celeste down the aisle like the princess she was. He was the proudest man in the Cathedral. Celeste held his arm as close to her as she could. There was no air between them. When they arrived at the altar, he lifted her veil and kissed her. He said, "Celeste, this is the proudest day of my life."

Celeste replied, "I love you Marlon. You are fired."

"Thank you Mrs. Castronova; I accept."

Celeste kissed him again, and turned to her husband to be. 

Philip took her hand and walked her up the steps where the altar began.

Bishop Delphini began the preamble of the wedding ceremony by praising the good works both of these two young people had done, during their short lives. He talked about the miracle of conception and birth. He mentioned the slightly unorthodox way this new couple began their family; which made everyone laugh. He talked about the miraculous ways God works to change a person behavior, through prayer and hard work. He lavished high praise on those good people in attendance at today's ceremony. He warned those of low moral character that God knew who they were, and what he had in store for them, when their judgment time came.

In a reversal of procedure he asked Philip, "Do you, Philip, take this woman as your lawful wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, to honor and obey, in sickness and in health, so long as you both may live?"

Philip replied, "I most certainly do."

"Do you, Celeste, take this man as your lawful wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, to love and to honor, in sickness and in health, so long as you both shall live?"

"Absolutely, positively, I do."

"By the power vested in me by the Roman Catholic Church, the city of Milan, and the country of Italy, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Celeste, you may kiss your husband."

The audience laughed and applauded as the couple finished their vows, and were now, formally, a married.

Philip said, "Hello Mrs. Castronova, I love you, beyond all else; even my wine."

Celeste replied, "Hello Mister Castronova, you are officially a working man, and a billionaire. Get ready to put your nose to the grindstone; you have a lot of work to do. However, the first thing you are going to do is fuck me."

"It will be my utmost pleasure, madam."

They turned and faced the audience and started to walk down the aisle. Celeste immediately stopped and grabbed Marlon's hand and pulled him to her side. 

"You are coming with me old man."

"Celeste, you fired me, and I accepted."

"Do you think I am letting you out of my sight? You know all of my secrets; from the guy that popped my cherry to where I hide my checkbook. You are not going anywhere, but with me."

"I was so looking forward to retirement. Now I have to suffer, by watching out for you, for the rest of my life?"

"I promise Marlon, you will really start suffering, when you start to raise my first daughter."

"I am too old to start that all over again. You tested my patience from day one. 28 years later, you still test my patience."

"You have two months to relax before the baby is due, Marlon. You can relax or run around with your girlfriends, until then. After that, it is diapers and breast milk."

"Are you going to use an automatic milking machine or is Philip going to help?"

"Marlon, don't start, I get enough of that from Antonia."

"Yes, I know. I laughed when she told me she called them 'The Michelin's."'

"Marlon, do not make me fire you again."

"Celeste, should I start a new count, because you are now Mrs. Castronova; or should I continue on, from when you were Miss Mesner?"

"As long as you are staying with me, Marlon; 'frankly my dear, I do not give a Damn."

"Would you please stop quoting 'GONE WITH THE WIND.' It was an old movie when I was born."

"The hell with the movie, I just love Clark Gable."

Philip asked, "Are you two finished yet? I am the one that just got married, and I have not gotten a word in edgewise."

Marlon asked Philip, "Sir, did you listen closely to your wedding vows?"

"Yes, I did."

"Would you repeat them for me, please?"

"I promised to take Celeste for 'My Lawful Wedded Wife, To Have and To Hold From This Day Forward, To Honor And Obey, In Sickness and in Health, For As Long As We Both May Live."

"You are close enough, Mister Castronova. Would you repeat madams' vows, please?"

"I was not listening to Celeste say her vows. I was just looking into her magnificent eyes, with all the love I had in me."

"Mister Castronova, as with all contracts, you should read or listen closely to, every word that is said. I will quote the important part of madams' vows to you. Listen very carefully. '... To Have and To Hold From This Day Forward, To Love and To Honor, In Sickness and In Health...' Do you notice any difference, between your vows and madams?"

"No, there is nothing significantly different."

Celeste laughed and smiled at her new husband.

"Madam, shall I tell him, or do you want the pleasure of telling him."

"You tell him, Marlon. If I tell him he will hit me, and you will have to hurt him."

"Sir, you promised my lady 'TO HONOR AND OBEY.' My lady promised to 'LOVE and HONOR YOU...' Do you see the difference now, Mister Castronova?"

"I am going to kill the Bishop. When I am finished with him, I am going to kill my wife. Then, Marlon, you can come and kill me. She has cheated me on my wedding day. What can I expect for the next 70 years?"

Antonia smacked him on his back and said, "Do not blame her, I am the one that gave the bishop the wording for your wedding vows. You spanked me, and I had to find a way to get even with you. I believe I just did."

"You are a dead woman."

Antonia yelled, "Frank, help me. Philip has threatened the mother of your son."

Resplendent in his tuxedo, Frank grabbed Philip by the back of his neck and asked, "Did you threaten my wife?"

Philip looked horrified. "I would never do anything as stupid as that; I know better."

Frank looked at Antonia, smiled, and said, "That is one."

Antonia took his arm, and replied, "It is the first time you started with that number; it was worth it."

After all the guests left for the stadium, the bridal party reentered the Cathedral for more pictures. When they were finished, they returned to the hotel to relax and freshen up. They were not due at the stadium for one hour.

Philip took Celeste to her suite, and carried her over its threshold. He put her down and began unbuttoning the myriad of clasps and buttons that held the gown together. As soon as it fell to the floor, he took her into his arms, kissed her, rubbed her bulging belly, and smacked her bottom, hard.

"What was that for," she asked?"

"You knew about the change in the wedding vows, didn't you?"

"I did not know about the changes in the wedding vows. Antonia told me that she had a surprise for me, and she was going to give it to me at the Cathedral. I did not realize the change, until Marlon repeated the vows to us."

"How can I kill her, with Frank around?"

"Remember, Philip, you have to obey me. You are not allowed to kill, Antonia."

"You are going to hold that over my head, for the rest of our marriage, aren't you?

"You have a very cute ass, Philip, and you can bet on it."

"You know I am going to try to get even with her, don't you?"

"You spanked her, and look what happened to you today. Are you sure you want to try it again?"

"What do I have to lose?"

"Your winery."

"Like hell, I would die first."

"Philip, last night I was not in a good mood, and I fought with her. I got her down on the ground and I got on top of her. I am bigger, and weigh 50 pounds more than she does. She told me she could get out of it easy. I told her there was no way she could do it. She asked me if I wanted to bet on it. I said yes, and I bet her $1000. Antonia said it was not enough. I asked her how much she wanted to bet. She replied, 'If she won, I had to pay her the amount I paid for our wedding. If I won she would pay for our wedding. I was so angry with her I said, 'You have a bet.' She said, 'Let's shake on it.' I put out my right hand to shake her hand, and she said, 'Sucker.' She took my thumb and forced it back, until I screamed in agony, and rolled off her. She sat on top of me, yelled that she did not want my money, and told me to get my head out of my ass, get some sleep, and be a human being in the morning. She kissed me, squeezed my tits, said goodbye, and went home. The next time I saw her was this morning, when she stormed into my room, because Marlon said, I still had a problem."

"How did Marlon... forget I said a thing."

Celeste took Philip by the hand, and dragged him towards the bedroom. "Can I get laid, now?"

"According to my vows, 'I must obey.' That is the one command, I will always love obeying."

Celeste jumped onto the bed, looking as frisky as ever. She sang to Philip, "I am a virgin, touched for the very first time."

Confused, Philip looked at her and said, "What?"

"I have never done this as a married woman. I want to see if it feels any different, now that I am legal."

"I will try to make it live up to your expectations."

He was out of his tuxedo, and into bed, in a flash. He removed her bra and panties; put his ear to her belly and said, "Hello, little girl; mommy and I are going to shake you around, for a little while. Do not be afraid, we are just having a little fun."




Why I Hated The Guy From The FBI Ch. 17B



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61. New beginnings

Celeste and Philip returned from their honeymoon, one month later, with all over tans that rivaled the Greek gods. Celeste was golden from head to toe; Philip was black as night. 

Antonia started in, immediately, as they stepped foot into the terminal. She embraced Celeste and told her how gorgeous he looked. She turned to Philip and said, "Porter, you can pick up the bags and bring them to the curb. We will wait for her husband, here."

Celeste laughed. "15 seconds. That is a record Philip."

"You told me I could not kill her, otherwise she would be dead."

Philip felt a tap on his shoulder, turned, and saw Frank standing behind him. "Isn't Antonia gorgeous, Philip? Having a baby certainly did agree with her."

Phillips throat constricted, as he agreed with Frank, wholeheartedly. Why did Frank have to resemble a granite block? He might be able to get around Celeste's admonition not to kill Antonia; but the thought of what Frank might do to him afterwards, put fear into every molecule in his body.

"How are you doing Frank? Did anything interesting happen, while we were away?"

"Yes, a lot of things happened, but the stories will have to wait, until you get home. They would take too much time to tell them here. Tell us about your honeymoon, and how you turned from Caucasian to Negroid in one month?"

"Are you trying to take over for Antonia, Frank?"

"No one can take over for my wife, Philip. She has received a special dispensation from Bishop Delphini. She is even allowed to beat people up again, if they piss her off."

Philip blanched and said, "Oh God, no. Mankind is in trouble again."

Celeste laughed at her new husband. "Not all of mankind Philip; just you."

Philip looked at Antonia and reminded her that Celeste was supposed to have five children.

Antonia reminded him that he could always be a sperm donor.

Frank separated the two antagonists and asked Celeste if she was hungry?

"Always," she replied.

"The usual," he said.

"I love you with all my heart Frank."

Frank said, "Okay, people, we are on the move. One corned beef and pastrami sandwich, on rye bread, with Russian dressing on the side. Who is coming with us?"

Antonia raised her hand, and Philip said, "I guess I am coming along also."

Celeste pecked him on his cheek and said, "You could always go to the winery, if you would like."

"You would not mind?"

"Philip, you had been in withdrawal for two weeks. Every time you picked up a glass of wine, your eyes glazed over. Go play in your vineyard, and in your winery; tomorrow morning, your flying lessons begin in earnest. I expect you home by midnight."

Philip kissed her, said goodbye to everyone, and ran like hell to the limousine.

Antonia laughed and said, "Boys and their toys; wait until you throw a baby girl into the mix. He is going to be so confused, he is not going to know which way is up."

Celeste replied, "He better, when he is flying."

When they were relaxing at Philip and Celeste's home, Frank told her about Marco Mancuso's murder. He did not tell her about the retribution that followed, just that they had gone to New York for the funeral. They stayed a little longer, so his father could see his old union buddies. His dad and he were taking the head of the union to lunch, when two men drove up behind them, and shot the Union Chief in the back. Neither his father, nor he was injured.

Celeste was horrified by the story, and was angry that they did not tell her about it, when it had happened. She said she might have been able to help in the investigation.

"Celeste, you are our dearest and best friend. You were just married, and on your honeymoon. There was nothing that could be done by anyone. Marco was dead, his murderers were dead. The police are looking for the men that killed pops union leader. Every plumber, in the city, will be looking for them. There is nothing that you could do, that they are not doing already. Why would we bother you, while you were getting such an allover, gorgeous tan? Are there any tan lines?"

"If there are, they are between the cheeks of my ass. I could not lay flat on my belly, because it is getting too big."

On August 3, Sarah Appleby was sitting at her desk, going through the tons of paperwork that her team had compiled, over the years of surveillance of Marco Mancuso. Other members of the team were assigned to Tony Caruso and Albert Di Angiola. A messenger approached her desk and had her sign for a delivery, from the Winners Group.

On the finest paper she had ever held in her hand it read: 

From the desk of: Thomas Shackleford 

To: Special Agent FBI Sarah Appleby

Re: Criminal Action: Anthony Caruso, Marco Mancuso, And Albert Di Angiola

Agent Appleby, as per your conversation with Mrs. Angelina Mancuso and Mrs. Rose Caruso on May 16 of this year, please appear at our offices at 9A.M., Thursday, to clarify statements that were made in reference to the FBI's investigation into my clients.

Respectfully, Thomas Shackleford, Attorney-at-Law

Sarah said under her breath, "Fuck. No good deed goes unpunished, and this one was mine." 

She took the letter into her boss, and he grunted. "Do you want to take a lawyer with you, Sarah?"

"No Ed, I do not think so. Let me see what he wants. I can walk out any time I want, if I feel uncomfortable. I will report back to you when it is over."

Sarah walked into the plush offices, and announced her presence. She was offered a variety of drinks and pastries and asked to sit down, while she was announced to Mister Shackleford, and Mister Hearst.

She thought, "Wonderful, I am going to be double teamed, by two of the best in the business. I think I will leave now, I am getting a headache."

Unfortunately, Tom Shackleford walked into the outer office, and greeted her personally, which shocked her panties off. She never expected this. It had never happened to her in any other attorney's office.

"Sarah, it is a pleasure to meet you. Would you join us in the conference room, Jim and I have a group of items we would like to go over with you. We think you will enjoy them all."

Sarah thought, "What the hell is going on? They are going to grill me about their clients. What could possibly be enjoyable about that?"

If the waiting area was plush, the conference room was opulent. She had never sat in chairs like these. They conformed to your body, and it felt cherished. If it vibrated, she would cum in a second.

James Hearst walked in a moment later, and apologized for keeping her waiting. Things were getting curiouser, and curiouser. Were they softening her up for the kill? She had to get herself prepared for whatever was coming her way.

Tom Shackleford began by apologizing. "Sarah, I am sorry we got you down here on false pretenses. We could not think of another way to do it, without you saying 'No,' before you gave us a chance to lay our clients plans, for you, on the table. Please look at this and make sure our figures are correct, before I continue."

Sarah opened the folder and saw her financial life in front of her. She looked at the attorneys, and then back at the paperwork. She went over it line by line. It was correct to the penny, and she was furious. "How did you get this information, without my approval?"

"Sarah, this is the information age. Most of what you see there can be easily retrieved by going online. As far as your salary, and benefits package at the FBI is concerned, we asked."

"You asked, and they told you what I made per year?"

"Yes, we called your office and asked one of your coworkers what is Appleby's step in grade. He never asked us who we were or why we wanted to know, he just told us your grade and the step. After that it was easy."

"Idiots, I work with idiots."

"You will not be working there much longer, if you listen to us, Sarah."

"I will not leave the Bureau; I will not lose my retirement."

"You said the same thing to Rose Caruso, and Angelina Mancuso. They have taken a very deep interest in you, because of the way you have treated them, when they needed you. Listen to what we have to say and then make your decision."

"Go ahead, but this better be good, otherwise, I am out the door."

"Six women are forming a corporation called, "Growing Up." They want you to be the Ombudsman for their Corporation. You already have two of the requirements: you are female, and you are firearms expert. The third is a little more problematic. You must speak, read, and write four languages: English, Spanish, Italian, and French. They will pay for your training in these areas. You will learn each language in the country of origin. You will be provided an apartment, a food and clothing allowance; as well as your yearly salary, during this time. You have four years to complete this task. When you are finished one language skill, you will be stringently tested. A minimum score of 90% will be required to pass. If you fail, you will be required to retake that course for another year. During this period, you will have no vacation time. When you finish your nine months of training in a language, you will be required to intern for one or more of the executives of the Corporation, for training purposes. Their offices will be in major cities all around the world. You will be afforded an apartment in that city or a suite of rooms in a hotel.

Upon acceptance of the contract, your pay and benefits start immediately. Life and health insurance packages are paid in full, by the corporation. You may select the package that suits your purposes the best. Your basic salary is $280,000 per year, plus incentives. Those will be explained to you, in detail, after you successfully complete your training. You will receive 30 paid vacation days; 30 paid sick days; 10 personal days; and 120 days paid maternity leave.

As to your primary concern, your retirement funds; they will be rolled into a 401(k), and will be funded by the Corporation at twice the amount, currently being funded by the government. You may also add whatever you wish from your own income. The firm's actuaries will guarantee that you receive your retirement pay, at no less than the amount you would have received as full benefits from the Federal Government retirement program as a 20-year retiree, at maximum grade.

There is one clause that you should think about, before signing this contract. There are only two ways for you to dissolve this contract: "Sexual or mental abuse, which must be proven beyond a shadow of a doubt, in a court of law; or, by approval by all six members of the board of directors."

I know I have thrown a lot of information your way, and you may need some time to digest it. Take a minute or two and let me know what you think, and any questions you may have at this time."

Sara sat silent, stunned at what she had just heard. There had to be a catch. Something was wrong, and she had to find out what it was before she made a decision.

"Are any of these women criminals?"

"No. They are wealthy women, of high moral character."

"Who are these women? What are their names, and positions on the Board of Directors?"

"Rose Gianini Caruso is the president. Angelina Panella Mancuso is the vice president. Celeste Mesner Castronova is the treasure. Gloria Costantino Gennaro is the Secretary. Antonia Caruso Gennaro is the Sergeant at arms. Ann Michaels Gomes is the Director of Training. Feel free to look up any of these women, in your FBI databases. We would not have come to you, and offered you this position, without having checked them out beforehand."

"Is this Corporation going to be doing anything illegal?"

"No. The Corporation is involved with children's activities; and children activities only."

"I want a copy of the contract, so I may have a lawyer look it over for me."

"We would not allow you to sign it, before you had legal representation."

"When would I have to start?"

"August 15, and do not worry about the details. Jim is an expert at getting it done quickly."

"Thank you, gentlemen, I will get back to you."

Sarah did not have a personal lawyer, so she took it back to work. She went to an Assistant U.S. Attorney she knew, and asked her to look at it.

After going through it twice, Felicia said, "The only thing illegal about this contract is the first requirement. It specifies it must be a woman. In the United States that is illegal. Have them change that language. If you do not want this job, tell them you have a friend that will take it. I speak three languages, I will learn the fourth one, and I will learn to shoot a gun."

"There are no traps in this contract; no explosives to look out for?"

"No. There is one funny thing I found. You could fail one language subject, every year, forever, and they would continue paying you, while you re-take it, over and over again. I think they know it, and they left that option open to you. You have to take a physical, but that will not be a problem for you. Everything else is open, and above board."

"Why did these women take such an interest in me; what did I do that was so special?"

"You are the only one that can answer that question, Sarah. You must have done something very special to warrant this kind of attention."

"Felicia, why do I have a feeling I am getting set up for fall? It all looks too good to be true. I know it says that I can only get out of the contract two ways, how many ways can they get rid of me?"

"According to the way I read this, there are none. You may want to spend a few thousand dollars and have a Contract lawyer look at it and give you another opinion. I will give you the name of the best one in town. However, the ways I see it, these women want to help you, not hurt you."

"I come back to the same question, Felicia, why?"

"Sarah, you can ask yourself that question, until hell freezes over, or you can ask them."

Sarah laughed, "Thanks Felicia, you are a big help."

Felicia replied, "That is why they pay me the big bucks, Sarah."

She called Tom Shackleford, and told him about the wording of the first requirement, and he said he would change it. Then she asked him what grounds for dismissal the board would have to fire her.

Tom said, "They purposely left that out, because they know how you are, and what you are like. However, if you want me to put one in, I can. How does 'Gross Moral Turpitude' sound?"

Sarah laughed. "I have not had time for 'Gross,' no less Moral and Turpitude."

"That is why Rose told me to leave it out."

"Mister Shackleford, why are they doing this for me?"

"I am not allowed to bridge attorney-client privilege, Sarah. Think of what you did for them that touch them so deeply. Think deep in your heart, because it must be there. "

"I did my job."

"You must have done it extremely well."

Sarah went in to see Ed Cross to ask for the next day off. When he asked if it had to do with her meeting with the attorneys, she said, "Yes."

Ed said, "Sit down, Sarah, and let's talk about it. What did they want from you?"

"They offered me a job."

"I thought they were going to grill you on Mancuso, Caruso, and Di Angiola?"

"It was a ruse to get me into the office. Then they hit me with a job offer. It seems too good to be true, and I know the old saying, but I had Felicia look at it, and she said there were no bugs in it. That is why I need tomorrow off. I am going to take her advice and see a lawyer to verify what she said to me. If it works out the same way, when I come back, I will probably be turning in my notice."

"You can retire in six years, with full benefits. Why don't you hold out until then?"

"The Corporation is going to pick up my retirement package and roll it into a 401(k). They are going to double the contribution the government puts in."

"How much are they going to pay you?"

"Starting pay is $280,000 a year.

"Sarah, if the lawyer tells you the contract is good; I want your paperwork in and you out of here ASAP."

"Thanks boss, I was not really sure what I was going to do. You just made it a lot easier for me."

As Sarah sat across from the $700 an hour Contract lawyer, her stomach churned. He seemed to read every word, letter by letter. She could see her money flying out the window, as this man slowly perused each page of the contract. When he finished reading the document, he put it down, and hit a button on his elegant looking desk phone.

"Shackleford," a voice responded. 

"Shackleford, you have to be pulling my dick, with this contract. No one leaves an employee such open ended benefits and so little recourse for the company. Where are the explosives hidden?"

"Did you find any Ted? You are the big man on campus, as far as contracts are concerned. Do you want me to spread the word that I put one over on you?"

"You could not trick a fly into molasses as far as a contract is concerned, Tom. However, I have never seen a contract written like this. What is going on?"

"Just tell Sarah the contract is good. Come with her to our offices, so we can sign it, and get her out of the FBI. My people want her happy. If you say that out loud, the next time we play squash, watch your ass, because there is going to be a ball in it."

"How is Thursday at 4 PM, Tom?"

"Why not make it 5 o'clock, and tell Trudy to meet you here at 6 PM. We will take the wives out to dinner."

"Are you in the doghouse again, Tom?"

"No, I am not. This is a preventative strike."

"You are learning Tom, not fast, but you are learning. I will see you Thursday at Five o'clock."

"Sarah, this contract is for real. I have scheduled an appointment, with Tom, for 5 o'clock Thursday afternoon, at his offices. The choice is now yours. What do you want to do?"

"My boss told me if the contract was solid, to turn in my paperwork and get out, as soon as possible. I will start my paperwork tomorrow. I am taking the job."

"You would be a fool not to, Sarah. No one will be shooting at you, ever again. The next four years of your life, will be idyllic. You will be living in four different countries, learning different languages. You believe you know the English language. However, believe me, there are things about this language that you know absolutely nothing about. Nine months from now, visit me and tell me how much you learn."

He picked up his phone and hit the speed dial again.

"This is getting tiresome, Ted."

"She wants more money." 

Sarah looked at her attorney, and waved her hands like a maniac. She mouthed the words no, no, no.

"$300,000 is as high as I can go."

"She accepts. You are a fucking idiot. She would have taken 250K, but you had to annoy me. Next time, be civil when you answer the phone. We will see you Thursday at five, dummy."

"I will get you for that Ted. What is my client going to think, when she hears I upped her salary by 20K, because I got duped by another attorney?"

"Do not tell her it was another attorney Tom; tell her it was a better attorney."

"Eat shit and die Ted. You could not touch the bottom of my shoes in a court of law."

"That is because I am smart enough to stay out of court, Tom. Now leave me alone, because I am on my client's dime."

"She is being reimbursed for your time, Ted. It is part of her contract, or did you forget to read that part."

"I will just send you her bill instead. Just go away, I will see you Thursday."

Sarah said, "I almost took out my gun to shoot you, when you told him I wanted more money."

Theodore Nugent laughed. "Sometimes Thomas has to be put in his place. He knows he is the best in this business of ours. However, he is not allowed to act like it. He has to act civilized, and when he does not, I sometimes smack him down to remind him to be humble. That lesson cost him $20,000, and an explanation to his client. He will not enjoy explaining that to them, at all. He will not lie about how it came about. He is as honest as the day is long. It is a trait not found very often amongst lawyers."




Why I Hated The Guy From The FBI Ch. 17B



Sarah smiled at hearing one attorney say a derisive remark about other attorneys. It was very refreshing.

As he was escorting her out of his office, Ted said to his secretary, "Send Miss Appleby's bill directly to Thomas Shackleford. Charge him for two hours."

Sarah looked at her watch and realized she had only been there for 45 minutes. She looked up at Mister Nugent and he winked at her. 

"I was just checking for your reaction Sarah. It is all done by computer, and we charge by the quarter hour. I hit a button at my desk when I start on your case, and when I finish, I hit it again. The computer takes it from there."

"At $700 an hour Mister Nugent, I think charging by the quarter hour is a very nice thing to do."

"My fee is $1000 an hour, Sarah. You received a discount, because you are Federal employee."

Sarah left the office wanting to throw up. Who the heck makes $1000 an hour, and never leaves his office. She thought, "Well, he did get me a $20,000 raise, by bluffing their attorney. I would hate to play poker with him."

After signing her contract, Jim Hearst told her that she was under his direct supervision, until she mustered out of the FBI. If she needed anything, she was to call him. 

Sarah was able to sell her apartment, furnished, with lightning speed, and at a modest profit. It had only been on the market for 11 days, and it sold in a cash transaction. With the market in a downward spiral, she could not understand how that happened. Everything else went as planned. She took a comprehensive physical, better than any she had received before; and on August 15, she was separated, from the FBI. 

When she left the building for the last time, she did not know whether to cry or to laugh. When a long black limousine pulled up in front of the door, and Jim Hearst and Tom Shackleford got out greeting her, she decided laughing would be the better thing to do.

"What are you two doing here?"

"We have come to take you to the airport."

"Airport, where am I going?"

"Your employers want to meet you. You are going to Milan. Your aircraft is waiting for you."

"I cannot go like this. I have not had my hair or nails done. I do not have a decent thing to wear. What kind of impression am I going to make?"

"Everything will be taken care of when you get there."

"I do not have my passport." It was handed to her.

"I do not have any clothes."

"There is an overnight bag, jeans, blouses, and intimate items packed in a suitcase for you. You will be taken shopping when you get there to be dressed appropriately."

"Someone is going to tell me how to dress?"

"The FBI told you how to dress. The corporation is going to show you how to dress, for their corporate purposes."

"I keep asking myself why I trust you."

"I do not lie to my clients. I do not lie any of my clients employees. I do not lie to my friends. I try not to lie at all; except my wife."

"I am not going to go there, Tom. That statement is filled with landmines."

20 minutes later, when the limousine pulled up alongside a jet aircraft, Sarah said, "You have to be shitting me. I am flying on a private airplane?"

"Do you have a rule against flying on a private airplane?"

"No, I have never done that before. I could get spoiled."

"You are beginning to get the idea, Sarah. Let's get you on board, and get you on your way."

Jim and Tom took Sarah by her arms, led her over to the aircraft. They introduced her to Sophia, and the flight crew. Jim told her that Sophia would tell her what was going to happen to her, during her first day in Milan, while they were in the air. He joked with Sarah, telling her she was not allowed to jump out of the aircraft, while over water.

Sophia smacked him, and told him to stop scaring Sarah. Everything was going to be fun, in Milan.

The engines started. Sophia took Sarah's hand, and led her up the stairs and into the aircraft.

Jim and Tom waved goodbye, and Sarah Appleby's new life began.

62. A New Sarah

Sophia told Sarah to take any seat she wanted and to buckle herself in. She handed her the safety card, and pointed out the exit windows and the front doors, as well as the other safety features of the aircraft. She said, "I will be back as soon as we take off."

36-year-old Sarah Appleby, with mousy brown hair, ill-fitting clothes, boring shoes, unkempt eyebrows and thin lashes, wondered why anyone would bother looking at her, when they could look at someone like Sophia; tall, thin, elegant Sophia. Gorgeous auburn hair perfectly made up face, pert breasts, narrow waist, flaring hips, heart-shaped ass, and the face of a goddess. Why wasn't this woman a movie star? Why wasn't she some millionaires' wife, or at least his mistress? Why wasn't she a supermodel making millions? Why is she tending to me, instead of me tending to her? This new life was going to take some getting used to.

10 minutes into the flight Sophia came back and asked if she would like something to drink. Sarah asked for a light red wine and Sophia gave her three choices. Not by name, but by bringing her three glasses, one third filled, for her to taste. Sarah thought they were all delicious. She picked one and asked Sophia if she would join her, so she would not be alone during the flight.

Sophia guaranteed her she would not be alone, during the flight, because she had to outline what was going to happen to her tomorrow morning after they landed. She said, "You will need to get a lot of sleep, while we are traveling today. You are going to be very busy tomorrow. You have a half-day at a spa, starting at 8 AM. Everything that can happen to a woman in a spa will happen to you during the five hours you are there. From the tips of your toes to the tips of your hair, you will be cleaned, exfoliated, shaved, cut, waxed, steamed, pressure washed and painted. When that is done, you will meet several of the members of the Board of Directors. You already know some of them, others you will meet for the first time. They are going to take you shopping. This is not part of your shopping allowance. This is part of your startup package. Not one penny comes out of your pocket; the word 'No' does not come out of your mouth. They will not buy you indecent clothes. They are going to buy you clothes to fit their professional image, and clothes for entertaining, during the evening. If you see something you like, ask. If they agree, fine. If they disagree, the answer is no, and it goes back. The same goes for shoes, and undergarments. After this initial outfitting is done, you are expected to keep this level of professional and personal imagery through your own clothing allowance. They will advise you of that amount, when they have finished dressing you out. Do you have any questions?"

"Sophia, you should be a supermodel, or the wife of a rich man. Why are you here working, taking care of me, instead of someone like me, taking care of you. You are gorgeous, and I am as mousy as can be. Why is God playing tricks on you?"

"It all depends what you want out of life. I wanted to be free. Free of my parents. Free of my family. Free of all obligations that they put me under. Every time I was near them it was, "Sophia, when are you getting married; when are you going to have children. I got tired of hearing it. It is like the only thing a woman is born to do is to get married, and bear children for a man. I am young. I want to travel, and I am good-looking. I was able to get a job for Al Italia Airlines and I was doing well. A little while ago I was able to get this job. The pay is better. The hours are better. Everything is better, and I get to enjoy life. I get to meet interesting people. I get to go to very interesting places and experience things many Italians girls never will, because they get tied down to a man too early in life. When I am ready to settle down, I will do it. I will not do it, because someone tells me to."

"What happens if Mister Right comes along, and you are not ready?"

"In that case, Sarah, he is Mister Wrong. I will not give up my life and my dreams, for the dreams of a man."

"Sophia, you are very strong woman."

"I come from a long line of very strong women. That is why my mother knew there was no sense arguing with me, when I told her I was leaving home. I am going to bring your dinner, and give you your pill, so you can sleep. You are not going to believe how exhausting tomorrow is going to be."

"I do not take pills, unless I am sick. I will be able to sleep when I get tired."

"Okay, after you finish eating, I will darken the cabin, and let you rest. You can ask if you want anything, okay?"

Sarah finished eating, used the restroom, and returned to find her seat extended into a bed, with pillows, and a blanket. Sophia was sitting in the chair on the opposite side of the aircraft, reading a book. She said, "Why don't you give it a try and see if you can get some rest."

Moments later, Sarah was unconscious. Sophia grinned, "You have to love that medication."

Seven hours later, as they began the descent over the Italian Alps, Sarah woke up. Sophia said, "Hello sleepyhead, I guess you were tired after all."

"I guess I was, and I did not realize it. At least I will be fresh for today."

"Yes, today you will meet the new you."

"I hope I like me?"

"It is still you on the inside; it is just a prettier package, on the outside."

Sophia led Sarah down the stairs, and into the terminal, where she was greeted by Angelique Saint Jerome. "

As Angelique kissed her, she said "Sophia, darling, you look absolutely ravishing."

"Angelique, you are the prettiest of all of us."

Sarah looked the two tall statuesque beauties and said, "You two are killing me. Are all Italian women like you?"

Angelique joked with her, and said, "No, some of us are tall."

Sarah replied, "Oh God."

Sophia introduced Angelique to Sarah and told her that she would be her guide for this morning.

"This Corporation is trying to give me an inferiority complex, isn't it?"

Angelique said, "I do not think so. In a few years, you are going to be our boss."

"In that case, you two are fired for being too beautiful and I am too ugly."

"You are not ugly, you are underprivileged. We are going to take care of that today."

"Are you going to join us at the spa this morning Sophia?"

"Since you have twisted my arm, yes, I will."

Sarah was about to pick up her to tiny pieces of luggage, when a liveried driver did it for. She looked at Angelique who smiled at her and said, "Get used to it Sarah, it will only get better from here."

They stepped outside the terminal, where a gleaming black limousine was waiting for them. When Angelique got in, she showed more leg, than Sarah thought any one woman could possibly have leading up to her ass.

Sophia whispered, "Those legs have caused more accidents, in the city of Milan, than motor vehicles."

"I can believe it Sophia. They are extremely distracting."

At the spa, Sarah was introduced to the staff that was going to be pampering her most of the morning, and early afternoon. They looked at her as if she were a challenge. Then, they asked her to strip.

Sarah said, "Excuse me?"

"Take off your clothes; all of them."

She was about to say no, when Sophia and Angelique walked by, naked, heading for the steam room. 

Angelique said, "Hurry Sarah, we do not have all day."

She took every item of clothes off and dropped them onto the floor. She stood there and the staff appraised her one more time. The matron walked around her and began giving orders that were written down. The final one shocked her.

"Take everything, except her shoes and give them to the mission."

Sarah said, "I like that outfit."

The look the matron gave her withered her to the bone. She was handed a fluffy white towel and told to follow a young woman. She was taken to a shower, told to stand on a spot marked with a zero, keep her hands in the air, her feet 12 inches apart, and her eyes closed tightly, until the water stopped. When she was in the correct position, the water started slowly at first and then picked up, until it felt like it was at hurricane strength. Every portion of her body was being pummeled by scented high-pressure water. One stream seemed directed straight at her pussy. She found herself moving her body to increase her pleasure. She could not leave the water pressure there too long, because it became painful after a few seconds. When the water stopped, every inch of her skin was clean and pink, and she smelled like lavender.

Next, there was the steam room, where she joined Sophia and Angelique. She still felt inadequate, as she lay down on the benches, next to the very long, lean, lush, and lovely women. Here she was at 5' 5" and 115 pounds and she could not hold a candle to them. She still did not understand why this was happening to her. However, she was not going to complain.

15 minutes later, she was ordered out of the sauna for her massage. From her massage, she went into the whirlpool and then for her facial restoration package, and to get her hair colored. As these processes were taking hold, her nails were cleaned buffed and polished. When all this was done, she was told to join Angelique and Sophia in the Aqua bath. She saw the two of them talking amiably in 4 feet of water, dipping under the surface and rubbing the water all over their bodies. As she approached them Angelique said, "Jump in, Sarah, but do not get your hair wet."

Sarah did as directed, and when her body realized the temperature of the water, she screamed, and tried to get out, which Angelique and Sophia would not allow her to do.

They laughed, and Angelique said, "This is an ice bath. It is great for the skin, the heart, and blood pressure. You will get to love it."

"Let me out of here, so I can get my gun and shoot you both. It is freezing in here."

Sophia laughed and said, "That is why it is called an ice bath, it closes all the pores in your body." 

Two minutes later, they helped her to get out of the water. She had gone from pink to blue. They covered her in a heavy terry robe from head to foot. She looked at the two women and said, "I will get even with you two, if it is the last thing I do on this earth."

Angelique said to her, "We have not gotten to the best part, yet."

They took her to a side room, that was elegantly appointed, but it had a chair that looked quite like a chair in a gynecologist's office. 

She asked Angelique, "What is that used for?"

She replied, "You will see in a moment. Get in."

Two women approached her while she was in the chair and put a strap around her waist holding her in position. When she was secure, the chair slipped back, holding her at a 45° angle.

Angelique asked, "Comfy?"

"Yes, very, what happens now?"

"We will move your hair."

"Oh shit. You have been walking around naked for three hours, and I knew something was missing. I am a trained observer, and I could not figure out what it was. The only hair you have on your body is on your head; that is why you are so lovely, so sexual, and so innocent at the same time."

"They are going to use something new on your legs, your underarms, and your ass. However, for your pussy, it is too new to take a chance. They will do that the old-fashioned way. They will trim the forest away, with a scissor, and then shave the rest with a razor. When they are finished you will look like a newborn baby."

Sarah had forgotten when she had taken time to trim her personal area, but this was not a trim, this was deforestation. When she looked at herself in the mirror afterwards, she remembered that tiny birthmark slightly above and left of her labial lip. She had not seen it, since she was 15 years old.

Finally, came the haircut, and the war was on. Three stylists and the matron could not agree on what to do with Sarah's hair. It hung down past her shoulder blades. The only thing she had ever done to it was put it into a ponytail, or a bun for work. After 10 minutes of fighting, they made a phone call and asked an expert for his opinion.

The most diminutive looking man she had ever met came walking into the salon, and took center stage. Everyone deferred to him. They brought him a stool to stand on, so he could touch and assess the quality of her hair. He spun her hair in his hands, to see what it would do when he let it go. He looked at her face, and seemed to assess how it would look with certain styles and shapes of her designs. When he was finished, he told the matron to bring over a hairstyling book, from a 1998, and leafed through its pages. They held it up next to her head, and he looked at both of them at the same time. He said, "This is it. That is the one. Do it." As he climbed down off the chair and walked out of the spa, everyone applauded, and bowed. 

Sara asked Angelique, "Who the hell was that?"

"You know all the famous hair designers that get their names in the papers and on all the hair care products?"

"Yes, what does he have to do with them?"

"The first 10% of every euro they make goes to him. He trained them."

"No shit, really?"

"Why would I lie about something like that; that man is a genius."

40 minutes later, Sarah stood up and looked at her new hairstyle, hair color, and her made-up face. If this was the new her, she liked it. She was so intent on looking at herself, when Angelique pinched her ass, she screamed.

"What did you do that for," she asked.

"I just wanted you to know that it was really you in the mirror."

"It certainly is a change from the way I walked in here."

A stylist moved behind her; and he removed the cloth that protected her body from the excess hair. Now, Sarah saw the complete picture of what had been done to her over the last five hours. From head to toes, she saw a completely different picture, from what she had been in New York. The person in front of her looked young and vibrant. The person in New York had looked worn and haggard. She was excited and alive once more. Her eyes danced with life. Now she wanted to find out why they had given her, this chance. No one gets this much attention for free. Regardless of what the contract said, there had to be a price to pay.

Angelique said, "We have to go shopping. We are running late."

Sarah yelled, "I cannot go shopping, they took my clothes away."

"Don't be so modest, this is Italy, no one will even notice."

"Like hell; I will."

"Okay, put your shoes on. Will that make you feel better?"

"No, I was thinking of something a little bit further north."

"Okay, but only this one time, we will let you take a robe."

"You two are so fired, when I become your boss."

"We will see what you feel like in four years."

"Does everyone know the terms of my contract?"

"Absolutely, we helped write it."

"You two are going to be the death of me."

Sophia said, "Wait until you meet Angelique's brother. He is even prettier than she is."

"Sophia, stop teasing her."

"It is all in good fun, and it is also true."

The limousine pulled up in front of the spa and the chauffeur opened the door for them to get in. Inside, wearing three lifelike, ghastly, Halloween masks were Antonia, Celeste, and Angelina Mancuso.

Sarah got in last, and when she picked up her head, and saw the three goblins, she screamed, and grasped her chest.

Everyone else in the car laughed.

"Welcome Sarah, to the "Growing Up Corporation," Angelina said. " You have to be wondering why all of this is happening to you, and you will know the answer, when we get back to the mansion. First, you must know that none of our husbands is involved in our Corporation. They have no input. None of their money is involved in it, and they have no say so in the hiring or firing of employees. If you see them doing anything illegal, feel free to inform the police or any agency you wish, either here or in the United States. None of us will hold you back. We hope you understand that we hold no claim on your conscience, as far as crime, and criminals are concerned. We know what you thought of my husband, Marco, Anthony Caruso, and Albert Di Angiola. Your government has cleared them of all crimes. We have something for you, when we get back home; that we think will help you understand that we are serious. We also have something at home that may clear up many things to do with your birth and your natural parents."




Why I Hated The Guy From The FBI Ch. 17B



Sarah said, "I have tried for years to find out who my father was, and I was never able to do it. I used every piece of equipment; the FBI had at its disposal, and could not do it. How could you possibly have done it?"

Celeste asked, "Do you know who I am, and do you know how much money I have?"

"Yes, Miss Mesner, I checked everybody out who was on the board of directors, before I signed the contract. You are an extremely wealthy woman. However, the FBI has access to everything and anything in the world, and even you could not get more access than they can."

"Sarah, please call me Celeste, and think of something you did not do, when you were looking for your father."

"My mother never gave me his name. He supported us, until my mother married. Then he sent money, for my college education. I never met the man, or knew his name. She did not even tell me who he was, on her deathbed."

"We cannot introduce you to him, because he has passed away. However, he has family here, and we will introduce you to a member of that family, later today. I think it would be better, to introduce you to that person, in something better than a robe. So we are taking you shopping."

Antonia chimed in and said, "Sarah, be prepared for culture shock. No one in the universe shops like Celeste shops. The reasons we had you take a physical was to make sure your heart was strong enough to survive the shock. If you think I am kidding with you, ask Angelique. She worked at a boutique we went to so she could buy a frock to meet her future husband. As you can see, she no longer works there, because too many wives brought their husbands with them, including me. It did not happen, a second time. She cannot help it; she was born the way she is. She is an Italian goddess in the flesh. I hate every inch of her that is above 5'1" tall; all 10 ½" of her."

Celeste said, "Sarah, that reminds me, when Antonia stands up and you see that she is 5 foot nothing, and an A- chest, no short jokes. She is very sensitive about her height, and she turns into a werewolf, instantly. She may be tiny, but so is a package of C4. My husband made that mistake once; she knocked him cold for 40 seconds, with one punch. He still takes a wide berth around her to this day."

"Antonia, you and I are going to be great friends," Sarah said. 

Limousine pulled up in front of Celeste favorite store and everyone got out before Sarah noticed that Celeste was heavy with child. She asked when she was due, and Celeste said sometime in October.

The door to the boutique opened and the owner came running out screaming, "Celeste, darling Celeste, let me look at you. You are stunning as always. Come in and tell me what we can do for you and your friends."

When they exited the store two hours later, Sarah still did not have a thing to wear. She had three ball gowns, plus assorted items for eveningwear; however, she had nothing she could wear for every day. She still had no underwear, socks, stockings, or shoes, and it was 4 PM.

They got back into the limousine, and Angelina said, "It's time for us to take a break. Let's go to Tito's and have a light meal."

Sarah wanted to say something, because she was still in a robe, with no underwear. She decided to stay silent, because of the look in Sophia's eyes.

"Light meal my ass," Sarah thought. If she ate, and drank, the way, these women were, she would be the size of the house in one year. Each of them, however, with the exception of Celeste, was thin. She had to find out their secret." 

They drew her in to every one of their conversations. They made her feel comfortable in their presence. Never once did they delve into her experiences or her dealings at the FBI. The stories they told both funny and shocking at times. She was neither the youngest, nor the oldest; she could fit right in with them, and she liked what she saw already.

Bottles of wine were emptied and replaced all during the time they sat at the table. Everything was so relaxed Sarah never noticed that her robe had slipped open. Antonia asked Celeste, "They are not the size of your Michelin's, but do you think PA would like those?"

"Stop it, you beady-eyed dwarf. However, if he got those two excited, Philip would not know which one to attack first."

When everyone started laughing and looking at her, Sarah knew something was amiss. She looked it down and saw her breasts glowing in the candlelight. Hurriedly, she closed her robe and said, "Oh shit. I must be drunk. The last time this happened to me, I was in college."

Angelique said, "Girl, those breasts have not drooped a centimeter, in 14 years. You are doing a great job of keeping those puppies in shape."

"That is because I have not had a man in my life for eight years. They have not had anyone play with them for that long."

Celeste said, "Eight years, how many batteries have you worn out in that time?"

"Not many, either I am too tired when I get home from work, or I am working. My brain never seemed to find the switch from: 'On the job,' to 'off the job.' So I was constantly thinking about work."

Celeste turned to Antonia, with a gleam in her eye. Antonia immediately said, "No, I will not lend her, Frank. Besides, if she has not been opened for eight years, he would kill her."

Celeste grinned, "... but what a way to go."

Sarah said, "Who is Frank?"

"He is my husband."

Celeste said, "Bigger than any porn star, you have ever seen."

Angelique said, "I have seen it, and I fell in love with it at first sight. He would not even let me touch it, because of tiny."

Celeste grabbed Antonia, before she could move. Celeste yelled, "Angelique, you know better than that."

"I just wanted to show Sarah how mean Antonia can get in an instant."

"The next time you do that, I will not hold her back."

"I apologize, Antonia."

"How does 5 feet 10 ½ inches sound to you Angelique? I cannot take it from your brain, because there are not any between your ears."

Angelina Mancuso said, "Ladies the wine has now traveled into our veins, and we are becoming heated. Sarah needs clothes, and the store has just closed. It is now time to shop, until we drop."

Again, Sarah stayed silent, if a store was closed, how could you possibly shop. She found out it was easy, if your husband owned the store.

As they drove up in front of a store, Philip, and Frank were standing there. Frank looked very funny with his infant carrier on the front of his chest. Rose had to make one, by hand, because all of the premade ones were too small to fit around Frank's body.

Everyone exited the limousine, and when Sara looked up, she said, "That has to be Frank."

Simultaneously, Angelique and Sophia said, "How did you guess?"

"He is married to her," she said, pointing towards Antonia.

Celeste took Sarah by the arm and said, "Aren't they a cute couple?"

Sarah replied, "Considering what you said in the car, why isn't she dead?"

"Honey, I tried it on for size, before they got married. It nearly killed me. I have no idea how she can take it, but she does, every inch of it, according to him."

"If I was his wife, I would guard him the same way she does. I would not let any woman near him, ever. He is gorgeous. The other one is not bad either. A little puny, but not bad either."

Celeste laughed. "The other one is my husband."

Sarah blushed. "I think I will take my foot out of my mouth now, if it is all right with you."

"No problem, Sarah, the jokes that go on around here are endless. If you did not have a sense of humor, before you got here, you would have to develop one in a hurry. Let me introduce you to both of them and to PA."

"Sarah, this is my husband, Philip. If he makes a pass at you, kill him. He is heavily insured. This on the other hand is Antonia's husband Frank. Bullets do not kill him. If he makes a pass at you call Antonia, she will kill him. The little bundle, in the carrier, is Philip Anthony Gennaro; the first child of this, Mutt and Jeff combination. When you get a chance to change his diaper, you will see that this young man takes after his father."

"Hello Frank, it hasn't been that long has it."

"No Sarah, it has not. However, I am very happy that you are here and out of harm's way."

Antonia got in between them, immediately. She glared at Frank, menacingly, and wanted to know how he knew her.

Frank decided to have a little fun with his wife. He said, "She was book three, page 14, and line 17 I think."

Antonia said, "Take off the baby carrier, and give PA to Celeste. You and I are going to talk."

"If we are only going to talk, I can leave the carrier on."

"For the kind of talk, I am going to have with you; PA has to be somewhere else."

"In that case, I am leaving the carrier on."

"You chicken shit little bastard, I will get you, when we get home."

"Who said I was going home. I think I will stay at Celeste and Philip's tonight."

Philip replied, "I was thinking about getting the south side of the house redone anyhow; the demolition work will cost less, after she gets finished with you."

"Thank you, Philip; I appreciate that vote of confidence."

"That's what friends are for Frank; to stand behind you in times of trouble; far, far behind you."

Sarah asked, "Will somebody please tell me what is going on."

Celeste said, "Sarah, it will take years for you to learn all the ins and outs of what is going on. I will just say Frank was very active in his younger years. He kept the names of every conquest in books his mother still has. He just told Toni, you were one of them, which everyone, except Antonia, knows is not true. When she gets angry, she loses her math skills. If she would have counted, she would realize you were in the FBI, when Frank was in high school."

Antonia's anger turned into a blush. She looked into Frank's eyes and said, "I forgive you. However, you are still a dead man, for making me look like an idiot."

"I did not make you look like an idiot. You did a good job of that, all by yourself."

Celeste said, "Stop. Philip opens the doors; turn off the alarm. It is time for us to shop. Don't forget to call the police this time, and tell them were in the store."

Frank took PA home at nine, Philip gave up at 10; and the girls finally closed up the store at 11:30 PM. Sarah was so tired of trying on and taking off clothes, she wanted to fall asleep on the floor. Everything was segregated: lingerie, stockings, socks, robes were left that one register. Sportswear was left at another. Slacks, blouses and other everyday items were left at another. The piles were mountainous.

Sarah looked around, and asked, "What do you want me to wear for work?" 

"Oh, we will buy that tomorrow."

Sarah said, "More shopping, I can't go shopping again tomorrow. Please, can I have the day off from shopping?"

Celeste looked at the other women, and said, "I have never seen a wuss like this in my entire life."

Sarah did not care all she wanted to do was lie down and die. She did not want to see another piece of clothing; she would rather be naked.

She woke up the next day, not knowing where she was, how she got there, or what time it was. At the side of her bed was a glass of orange juice, a steaming kettle of coffee, a creamer, and a note. 

"Good afternoon sleepyhead! Everyone is on the veranda. Clothes are in your closet, and in your dresser. Toiletry items are in the bathroom connected to your room. We await your arrival. Sophia"

"Shit! This is a very interesting job. They pay you a princely sum of money per year. They send you to school for four years to learn foreign languages. They jet you, on a private aircraft, to meet the Board of Directors. They primp you, prod you, shave you, and turn you into a new, younger looking woman, and then they spend a gazillion dollars on a wardrobe that does not even include work clothes. They take you to their home, put you to bed, and let you sleep as long as you want. I cannot wait for the shoe to drop, and wake me up."

As she popped her head out onto the veranda, Tony Caruso saw her and said, "Sarah, welcome to Milan." A chorus of welcomes followed Tony's and Sarah thanked them all.

Rose asked Sarah if they could get business out of the way, before they had lunch.

Sarah nodded her head in agreement.

Rose called the meeting of, "Growing Up Corporation" to order. Celeste raised her hand, and she was recognized.

"I make a motion to have Angelina Mancuso chair this meeting."

Rose was stunned by this motion, but asked if there was a second. Antonia seconded it and it was passed.

Angelina said, "Sarah, as we told you yesterday, you did not do one thing to find out about your parentage that you should have done or could have done. That was because you didn't have anyone to test it against. We did some testing and came up with a surprise. 

When Rose asked us to form this new Corporation, and more specifically to get you as part of it, we wondered why. I kept thinking back to the time you met us at the sidewalk, while we were walking Annarosa. There was something going on between you and Rose, and I could not put my finger on it. It gnawed at me for a while, but I let it go. Then you showed up at my home to tell me about my husband. You were so warm and comforting that day, the feeling came back. It gnawed at me again. I kept seeing you and Rose in my mind together. I said it could not possibly be. When I moved here to Milan to be with her, and our family, and she suggested this venture, I knew she had something going on in her mind, too.

Unbeknownst to her, I called a meeting of our little group, and in the utmost secrecy, we hatched a little plan, to see if I was correct. With the help of Celeste's network of friends, we found out that we were right and we found out a lot more. 

There is one man here today, and we told you no man had a part in this Corporation. He has to be here today, because he is the culprit in an ongoing problem. We have decided to inform him today. Afterwards, we will continue on with our regular business.

"Rose, one evening when you were fast asleep, from having too much wine, and a little sleeping medication thrown in, we took a blood sample from you to see if our suspicions were correct. Rose, all five friends, who came to Antonia's wedding are now pregnant or have had a child."

The look on Rose's face was priceless. The color in Tony's face drained to his feet.

"I cannot be pregnant. I have not had... oh hell, is that what that bleeding was."

Antonia yelled, "Yes, somebody gets to kill my dad."

Summoning up all the courage he had in him, Tony approached Rose and said, "One night, while we were making love, you asked me to make believe I was giving you a baby; I may have gone too far."

"Either that husband, or we will have to talk to my grandmother about this. What do you think about a third Caruso romping around?" 

Angelina said, "I am sorry, Rose, that may not be exactly true. The test says you are nearly 2 months pregnant. However, it also said there is a 97% chance that you are going to have a multiple birth."

Rose said, "Twins are supposed to skip a generation."

Tony said, "I should have stayed in a coma."

"It could be more than two, Rose."

"Antonia, if it is more than two, you have my permission to kill your father."

"Thank you, mom, it will be my pleasure."

Everyone, including Sarah, laughed.

"Rose, I am going back to the sick room, and hit myself in the head, with a hammer. I will be back in 20 years."

"Anthony, we are not that old. I do not want to hear you start complaining. The 2 o'clock in the morning feeding is yours, regardless of how many there are"

"Yes dear."

All the women applauded, and congratulated Anthony and Rose.

Angelina said, "Anthony, we are finished with you, go away."

He looked at Angelina and said, "Yes dear."

This time, everyone laughed.

Sarah looked around the table and asked, "This is all very nice, but what does it have to do with me?"

Angelina said, "Gloria, the envelopes please."

Gloria handed a manila envelope to Sarah and Rose, and asked them to look at its contents.

Rose went through hers quickly, reading the graphs, and the conclusion. She said, "Yes, this is my father and my grandfather."

Sarah did the same thing looking at her graphs and reading its conclusions. She said, "Are you saying that this man is my father?"

Angelina asked Sarah if she believed DNA evidence was infallible.

Sarah replied, "When properly tested, DNA is 99.99% proof positive.

"We wanted to be that sure also, so we had it tested at three different laboratories, and they came up with the same results. That man in the picture is your father. Rose, show Sarah the picture of your father."

Rose turned the picture towards Sarah. Sarah's eyes opened wide, but she had lost the ability to speak.

Rose what is your maiden name.

My maiden name is Gianini.

Sarah, dear, show Rose your picture.

Sarah fumbled with the picture, in front of her, but was able to turn it slowly to face Rose.

Rose did not understand immediately what was going on. "Angelina, what are you doing?"

"Rose, I am introducing you to your half-sister. You knew it, in your heart in New York, but you could not put your finger on it. You connected with her on a subconscious level, and you wanted her near you. That is why you hatched this plan for our Corporation. We went along with you, knowing you had a reason for doing it. We wanted to find out what that reason was. Here she is, and the proof is in front of you. We can tell you the how and why later, but do you want to say something to your sister? Sarah, do you have something to say to your sister?"

Rose and Sarah stood up from their chairs, closed the distance between them, and embraced; then they cried.

"Sarah, it was not at the sidewalk, that I first felt drawn to you. It was at the Thanksgiving block party. Something told me that you and I were connected. I did not know why, and I did not act on it. I cannot thank Angelina enough, for seeing what I did not see."

Antonia said, "Shit, now I can't hit her, she is my aunt."

Celeste said, "Do don't worry dwarf, she will bring a boyfriend around, sooner or later. You will get to pick on him."

"Thank you, tubby, for always pointing out the bright side."

"I am not fat, I am pregnant."

"How much longer do you think I am going to let you get away with that excuse?"

"Hopefully, not more than two months. I am tired of carrying around this bowling ball."

"I will remind your daughter you called her that."

Angelina said, "Ladies, we have one more order of business to take care of before we can adjourn. Gloria, get the box please."

Gloria, put the box on the table in front of Sarah. She took out a laptop computer, a nondisclosure agreement, and a glass-enclosed box of more than 50 high-density flash drives.

Angelina said, "I yield the floor back to the president, Rose Caruso."

"Sarah, I guess you know that they caught me off-guard telling us we are sisters. What we are going to show you now, is something we were going to do, as a corporation to show you our good faith in hiring you. We are going to allow you to open the box. Pick any one of the flash drives, and look at its contents. Before we can give you the entire box, we will need you to sign the nondisclosure agreement for the protection of our family and those friends of ours who helped us gather the information. If you choose not to sign the NDA, the flash drives go back into a vault, until such a time that we feel our families are secure. We will never know if that time will ever come to pass."

Sarah opened the box and took out a flash drive from the center of it. She slid it into the slot and it took quite a while for it to boot up. When it did, and she started reading the information and looked at the graphs that it held, she looked up at the women, and asked, "Where the hell did you get this stuff."




Why I Hated The Guy From The FBI Ch. 17B



All eyes turned to Celeste. Sarah thought Celeste was looking at her, when she was actually looking past her, straight through a window, at Tony Caruso. He was delivering on a promise to the Castronova brothers, to make them, the preeminent family in New York. Having the FBI constantly harass the other 'Families' would leave them open to spread their influence throughout the city. If he could no longer be king, he felt he might at least be kingmaker. 

Celeste said, "The problem with law enforcement is they have to follow the law. If you spread enough money around, to the right people, you can get information about anything, and about anyone. My friends and I have enough power in Congress, that if we felt the need, we could have a bill rammed through it in 60 days. If we have that kind of power over the most powerful country in the world, the mob is nothing. Now it is up to you to make a decision. What are you willing to give up, to give that information to the FBI?"

Sarah read the Non-Disclosure Agreement, as slowly as Ted Nugent read her contract. She was never allowed to disclose where she got this information. No one would ever acknowledge giving her these flash drives. The family names she was never to discuss, besides those families present at the table, were like a Who's Who of the business world; and all the attorneys connected to those families.

None of these people would ever testify in a court of law, and if forced to they would either take the Fifth Amendment or stand mute.

After reading the entire document, Sarah asked, "You do not want a leg or an arm or a lung?"

"No," said Rose. "I wanted you here, safe, with me. This information is our gift to you. As long as you can live with the NDA, you can do with it as you please."

Sarah picked up a pen, signed the NDA, and dated it. She handed it across the table to Antonia, who promptly ripped it up.

Sarah looked around the table at smiles. "What is going on?"

Antonia said, "Did you sign the NDA?"

"Of course, I did, but you just..."

"Everyone here saw you sign the non-disclosure agreement; that is good enough for us, Aunt Sarah. We do not have any file cabinets, yet. We were thinking of buying some, but the treasurer has not gotten around to it yet. Welcome to the Growing Up Corporation, Aunt Sarah."

All the members of the Board of Directors stood up and applauded their "Ombudswoman: Sarah Gianini Appleby."

Rose asked if there was a motion to dismiss.

There was, it was seconded, and passed.

Then she said, "Everyone get away from my sister, we have 36 years to catch up on, and now that I am pregnant, I cannot drink wine. If you think I was grouchy before, you will see where Antonia gets her good nature from."

Every woman at the table ran away screaming in mock horror, except Antonia, who laughed at them all. 

"I am going to go home to piss off Frank, ma. I will talk to you tomorrow. Goodbye, Aunt Sarah, I am very happy for both you, and my mother."

"Antonia, it was lovely meeting you. I cannot wait to see you in action. Sophia says it is something to behold."

Rose smiled and said, "Frank calls her 'The Champion.'"

Antonio raised both arms above her head as she walked away.

Rose took Sarah for a walk, in the gardens. They had many years to catch up on, but only one thing they really wanted to talk about now, their father. 

"Sarah, I always thought my father was a hypocrite, and you are the proof that he was. At home, here in Italy, he was an absolute tyrant about morals, and our proper behavior at home. We always had to dress appropriately. We were never allowed to be out alone, with the opposite sex. My mother was not allowed to see another man, without a chaperone. Even when he went away on business trips, he would leave one of our uncles with us, to make sure we always obeyed those rules. Now, 36 years later, I find out that I have a sister that my father produced from another woman, in a foreign country. I wish he were still alive, so I could slap him across his face, and tell him what I think of him. He put my mother through hell for no reason at all. She died an early death, because of him. He put his children through hell, while he was a philanderer. You should be pleased that you never had the opportunity to meet him. I hope he treated your mother better than he treated mine."

"Rose, my mother never spoke of how my father treated her physically. She only spoke of how he supported us, before she got married, and then how he paid for my college education. With the exception of those conversations, my knowledge of my father is extremely limited. I never saw a picture of him. I never heard her talk about him to anyone else. I am sorry I cannot shed anymore light onto his behavior while he was in the United States."

"Thank you, Sarah, after I have finished hogging you for a while, we will take a trip, and I will introduce you to the remainder of your brothers and sisters."

"You mean there are more of us?"

"Sarah, have you ever heard of an Italian family, with only one child?"

"No, I guess I have not. How many of us are there?"

"You have two brothers, and three sisters. We are spread all over Italy. Maybe I will just have everyone meet us in Rome, for a holiday."

"I have never been to Rome that would be very exciting."

"I will set it up that way, Sarah. Two weeks in Rome for you and I. A family get-together; it will be a lot of fun."

"How do I thank you for finding me, Rose?"

"I did not find you, Sarah. ' Growing up' did. My friends did. Our family did. Our future together is secure, because of them. I feel complete with you at my side. What language do you want to learn first, sis?"

"I was thinking about taking Italian, and failing it for the rest of my life."

"I like that idea, Sarah, I like it very much."

63. Sunbathing

Charlie and Ann were sunbathing on their boat, "Point Breeze," 10 miles west Monte de Oro State Park, in a beautiful clear day with calm seas. Suddenly their boat was hit by a 25-foot high rogue wave that nearly rolled the boat over. It slammed both Charlie and Ann into the sidewalls of the boat, causing them both a great deal of pain. 

Charlie checked Ann to make sure she was all right, and then went to check the status of the boat.

Suddenly, Ann cried, "Charlie, help me, I am bleeding."

Charlie ran down from the bridge to check on his wife's condition. She was bleeding vaginally, and he was scared to death. He brought her inside, got towels, placed in between her thighs and a pillow for her head.

He said, "Ann, I am going to call for help." 

"Coast Guard this is Point Breeze, Mayday over."

"Point Breeze, Coast Guard, state your position, and the nature of your problem."

"Point Breeze was hit by a rogue wave that injured my wife, and she is bleeding vaginally. She is nearly 9 months pregnant. We are 9 miles east of Monte de Oro State Park. We request immediate assistance."

"Point Breeze, Coast Guard, we have nothing in your immediate area that can get to you, earlier than you could make it to port. Suggest you head for home top speed. We all have medical help available upon your arrival."

"Roger, Coast Guard, heading home, Point Breese out."

Charlie started the engines, nearly forgetting to haul up the anchor. He pushed the throttles to the maximum; put in the GPS coordinates for home, put the boat on automatic cruise. Then, he went to check on Ann.

When he got back down to her, she said, "Charlie, we have a problem."

"No kidding, Ann. You have a wonderful way of understating the obvious."

"No Charlie, I am in labor."

Charlie was not about to show the panic that he had just entered. So in his calm, normal FBI voice, he said, "Ann, what are you worrying about, I have done this more than a dozen times, during my career. This would be nothing new for me."

"Really, Charlie, you never cease to amaze me."

"I even delivered one of my nephews. I do not remember if it was number seven or eight, and it was a difficult birth, but I got through it, okay."

"I knew you were a keeper, Charlie. I knew it the first time I saw you."

Charlie handed her his watch and told her to keep track of her contractions. He was going to the bridge to watch out for other boats."

Ann closed her eyes, and tried to rest. 

Charlie went up to the bridge, put his headset on, and called the Coast Guard.

"Coast Guard, this is point breeze, again. I need instructions on how to deliver the baby."

"Point Breeze, Coast Guard, the first thing you do is get to land immediately. Rescue is waiting for you."

"Coast Guard, this is Point Breeze. What happens if the baby does not want to wait?"

"Charlie, is that you?"

"Yes, whom am I talking to?"

"Commander Richardson, you helped us get that submarine, a while back."

"Hello, commander, I do not have time right now to reminisce, I need help from my wife."

"Charlie, I know this is going to sound crazy, but believe me when I tell you it works. If you have liquor on board this will help. It works like an anesthetic. It can slow or stop the contractions. They used it in the 1950s and 60s, before they had the drugs for women in labor."

"What kind of liquor sir?"

"Vodka is best, Charlie. If you do not have that use Gin."

"Vodka, sir, I have plenty on board."

"Charlie you have to get your wife drunk. Give her two shots of Vodka right away. Then give her one shot every 5 minutes, for half an hour. It should knock her out. If not, give her another shot, every five minutes for another 30 minutes. If she is not unconscious by then; you start drinking, because she is a better person than you or I."

"Commander, somehow I think you are serious. What effects will it have on the baby?"

"When you get to shore, Charlie, they will rush Ann to a hospital. Her blood will either be dialyzed and the alcohol removed or they will force fluids through her to mitigate the alcohol. Her doctors will make the decisions on what to do about the baby, when they look her over."

"Okay, commander, I will give it a try. If this works, you and I are going drinking. This is Point Breeze out."

Ann was moaning as Charlie got back to her. She saw the bottle in his hand, and she laughed. "Not so sure of yourself, Charlie?"

"This is not for me, Ann; this is for you. We are going to use this as an anesthetic. I just talked to Commander Richardson, and they use to use this in the 1950s to slow down, premature births. Baby, I am about to get you drunk. Open your mouth and say 'AHH.'"

Charlie gave Ann two jiggers of vodka, which she swallowed with a grimace on her face. "Charlie, I do not like warm vodka."

"You did not give the very much notice, darling. If I had known we were going to party, I would have put it in the freezer. I will put your next shot of vodka in there, now, so the next one will be cold."

"I have not had a drink in eight months. Now that I am in labor, you are going to get me drunk."

"That is what the commander told me to do. He has more experience than I do, and I am taking his word for it. He has the manual in front of him, and I do not. I am going back up to the bridge. I will be back in four minutes, with more of your medicine."

"This could be fun, Charlie."

"If my son comes out drunk, it will be your fault for going into labor too soon."

"It was not my fault that we got hit by that wave. You parked the boat in the wrong spot."

"Excuse me, wife, you were driving the boat. I was only the deckhand."

"I hate you FBI guys. You always have a way of getting out of trouble."

"I will be back in three minutes, and if you keep talking, I might as well stay here and keep you company."

"Finally, Charlie, you have figured out my plan. I do not want to be left alone, because I am frightened."

"Do not be frightened, my love. You are in the best Hispanic Italian hands known to man. Before the next half-hour is over, you will be asleep, out of pain, and the contractions will have stopped."

"I hope so Charlie. I do not want the baby to be harmed. I have waited too long for this to happen."

"We are going to have many children, Ann. He will only be the first one, and he will be born as healthy as his mother and father. After he drinks his mother's milk, I am going to feed him his first doughnut."

"ONE CHILD CHARLIE, ONE; and if I did not think you were joking, about the donut I would get up from here and kill you."

Charlie backed away from her and said, "Ann, who said I was kidding."

"Charlie, I do not care if the five minutes is up. I need a drink."

Charlie poured another ounce of vodka into a glass and poured it into Ann's mouth. She grimaced, and swallowed it down. 

"Charlie put that into the refrigerator to cool it down, please. I hate warm vodka."

"Okay, but I am going up to the bridge and taking a look around. I will be back to give you your next shot."

After her fifth shot of vodka, Ann was singing. 

Charlie realized that Ann could not carry a tune. After the sixth shot, she was slurring her words so badly; he wished he had a tape recorder to remind her of what she did to the English language. By the eighth shot, she was unconscious.

Charlie called the Coast Guard and told them to tell Commander Richardson that she made it through 8 ounces of vodka before she succumbed to sleep. The contractions had stopped and he was extremely thankful for their help.

As he pulled into their berth, EMS jumped onto the boat, and went to check on Ann. The police helped him tie up to the wharf.

"What the hell did you do to her," one of the technicians said to Charlie.

"The Coast Guard told me to get her drunk to stop the contractions. I followed their instructions. The contractions stopped, and she fell asleep."

"How much did you give her?"

"I gave her 8 ounces of Vodka."

The technician said, "Shit that would have knocked me out." They hooked Ann up to a saline solution, put her on a gurney, and rushed her to the awaiting ambulance.

Charlie closed down the boat, got into their car, and chased after them. 

The EMS people explained everything to the people in the ER while they were on their way to the hospital. They checked Ann's registry for her gynecologist/obstetrician. The doctor was already in the hospital delivering another baby. When she was finished delivering the baby, she came down to see how her other patient was doing. With all the fluids they were pumping through Ann, to rid her system of the alcohol, she was regaining consciousness. 

She looked up and saw her doctor staring down at her. "Doctor Swanson, please kill my husband for me. My head is about to explode."

"Ann, the only reason you are still alive is because of your husband's quick thinking. He got you drunk, which saved your life, and potentially saved the life of your baby. You were bleeding profusely, if you had delivered on the boat, you would definitely have died. I think you should reconsider the death penalty."

"Is he here?"

"Where else would he be Ann?"

"Can I see him?"

"I am going to prep you for a C-section. The baby was stressed, because of all you went through today. I do not want to take a chance, and let it go to term. He will be fine, his heartbeat is still strong, and everything still looks good. I would just feel better taking him now, just in case you start bleeding again."

"I want to see Charlie first."

"Charlie can be in the OR with you, if you want."

"Yes, I would like that very much. I will ask him if he would like to be there."

Charlie came walking in and saw Ann, with her doctor. He kissed Doctor Swanson and said, "Who is your patient?"

"Charlie, do not fuck around. You got it backwards. You are supposed to kiss me and say hello to Doctor Swanson."

"Oh, sorry Doc, I must have gotten confused."

Doctor Swanson laughed and said, "I am going to start scrubbing in, I will meet you upstairs and 15 minutes."

"What does she mean scrubbing in, and 15 minutes?"

"I am having a C-section Charlie. She does not want to take a chance, with the baby, after all that is happened today. She is worried if I start to bleed again, it could jeopardize our son. He is fine, but she wants to be safe, instead of sorry later. She also told me, I have you to thank for my life. If you had not gotten me drunk, and the contractions continued I would have died. Thank you Charlie."

"Ann, if I was having a baby, you would have done the same for me."

"Charlie Gomes, you are absolutely incorrigible."

"I know, my love, but what would my life have been without you."

Two nurses walked into the room and told Charlie to get out, while they prepped Ann for surgery. They asked him if he was going in the OR with her.

Ann looked at him and said, "Charlie, please be with me, I am very frightened."

"Would you like me to perform the operation Ann? I have my Swiss Army knife with me."

"Charlie, do not make me laugh. Just stay with me, until this is over. Then you can start changing diapers, and feeding our son."

"I would not be any place else, Ann."

"Mister Gomes, go up to the third floor, tell them you are going to be in the OR, with your wife, and they will get you ready. Do not dawdle, you have 10 minutes."

Charlie kissed Ann, and ran for the elevators. He told the clerk what he was supposed to do, and was directed to a locker room to change into scrubs. When he walked out, moments later, he looked like any other medical professional. A nurse wrapped him in an over garment, put his hands in gloves, and walked him in to the OR, where Ann was already on the table.

He walked over to her and said, "I am here baby, I will be at your side the whole time."

Doctor Swanson came in to the room and said, "Ann, I am going to put you under general anesthetic, instead of an epidural, just in case you start to bleed. I do not want to have to rush and put you under later. Do you understand?"

"Ann nodded her head and said yes." A nurse gave Charlie, a form to sign for her, stating that Ann had understood and consented to general anesthetic.

The anesthesiologist began the procedure and within seconds, Ann was under. Doctor Swanson began her job.

Charlie had seen many autopsies in his day, but never watched a procedure on a live patient. This patient happened to be his wife and he watched with a keen eye, as everyone involved worked with precision. Suddenly, and without fanfare, there was his son. 

Doctor Swanson had him cut the umbilical and handed the infant to a nurse to clean and care for the one-month preemie.

Doctor Swanson continued to work, and then said, "Shit, we have a bleeder. Typing cross match for three units and get it up your stat."

Charlie's face went white, with fear. He had a son, who was alive and healthy, but now he could lose his wife in the process. He had not prayed in a long time, he started to pray, quickly, now. 

He knelt down by the side of the operating table and whispered into Ann's ear, "Ann, fight, fight hard, we have our son, we will be nothing without you. Don't leave us, Ann. I love you too much. I searched my whole life for you. Please fight, I need you."

The anesthesiologist said, "Blood pressure is dropping, 80/50.

Doctor Swanson said, "Where is the blood, if it is not here soon we are going to lose her.

The door to the OR swung open, and nurse carried in the three units of blood, and started to hang them on a pole.

Doctor Swanson said, "Wide-open force it into her. I cannot get to this damn bleeder. Suction please, suction she is filling up."

To Charlie, seconds seemed like hours, as the doctor worked feverishly trying to save Ann's life. After what seemed like an eternity, Doctor Swanson said, "Got it. Sponge."

The Anesthesiologist said, "Blood pressure is rising, 95/60.

"Let us hang around for a little while, folks, I want to make sure that thing does not pop open. It was a bitch to get to and I do not want to have to open her up again because of it.




Why I Hated The Guy From The FBI Ch. 17B



"Blood pressure 115/68

"Okay, everyone. Everything is clean and dry inside, make your counts make sure we got everything out, and we can close."

Charlie whispered a prayer, "If you can hear me, thank you for giving me my wife back. I will never doubt your existence, again."

"You did great, Ann. I knew you were a fighter and you did fight for both your son and me. We love you very much." 

As he entered the locker room to change, he was mentally exhausted, and started to cry. He could not remember the last time he had shed a tear, but if he had lost Ann, he would have felt like an empty shell. He had everything to be thankful for; a doctor had saved his wife, his wife had given him a son; and he was crying like a baby. He could not understand why. However, it felt good to unburden his soul.

Then, he had to make phone calls and let everyone he cared for know what had happened. He did not call Celeste first, because of her condition. He called Frank and told him what had happened.

"Is she alright now, Charlie?"

"Yes, Frank, the Doctor said she is going to be fine."

"Let me run this by my mother, before you call Celeste. This will scare her to death, Charlie. It may be a good idea, just to tell her that you have your son, and everything went well. Let me call you back after I get some input from her."

"That is a good idea, Frank. I will call my friends in New York, and wait for your call."

His mom was not at home, so he called her cell phone. As usual, she was out with the girls shopping. 

"Mom, I need a few moments of your time."

"What is the matter, Frank? You do not sound right."

"Ann had an accident while she was on the boat today, with Charlie. She had to have an emergency C-section. The baby is fine, but Ann nearly died because of the bleeding artery. The Doctor was finally able to close it and she is going to be fine. What I need to know is 'What should Charlie tell Celeste.'"

"Give me a moment, Frank. I am going to have a conference, with Angelina, Sarah, and Rose."

Gloria came back on the line moments later, and said, "Frank, tell Charlie to lie to her. Tell her everything went fine and the baby came a little bit earlier than expected. We do not want her to be upset, and have her panic over Ann's condition. She will want to get onto an airplane and see her. It is not a good idea for her to fly in her condition."

"That was my opinion, also, mom. I did not want to tell Charlie that, until I spoke with you. I will call him back and let him know what you said."

"Tell him it was not just me, Frank. It was a group decision between the three of us. Angelina, Rose, Sarah, and I all think that is the right decision."

"Great mom, that will make him feel a lot better. Goodbye, I will talk to you, after you make the ravioli."

"What ravioli, Frank?

"Tomorrow is Wednesday, mom. You always make me ravioli on Wednesdays. Did you forget?"

"Frank, you are going to be the death of me. When I have this baby, I am not cooking for you any longer. I am going to teach Antonia how to make ravioli, lasagna, and manicotti."

"Mom, Antonia cannot reach the countertop. How is she supposed to make homemade macaroni like you do?"

"Make her a platform, Frank. I do not want to hear any more excuses from you"

"Mom, no one can make ravioli like you do."

"Frank, go to the store and buy it by the box. I am going on strike."

"Mother, I am withholding grandson privileges."

"You would not dare do that to me."

"As my darling wife would say, 'Do you want to bet?'"

"As your darling wife would say,' I hate you, Frank; I really, really hate you."

"I will see you tomorrow at 6 o'clock mom. 200 ravioli will be fine."

"200, what happened to 150 ravioli?"

"PA takes a lot of energy to care of. I need more carbohydrates to keep up with him."

"I am going to have to go to confession, after what I have to say to you. Frank, I am going to post your address, phone number and email address to every girl you ever fucked. When you start getting responses by letter, phone call, and email, I hope my daughter kills you."

"Mother, you would not do that to me."

"Frank, watch me." Gloria hung up her phone, leaving, Frank, with his mouth open, and fear in his heart. Antonia would rip it out of his chest, if his mother followed through with her threat.

After sitting down for 15 minutes, mulling over his mother's threat, Frank realized he had to call Charlie back.

"Charlie, the consensus of the mothers here is that you should lie to Celeste. Tell her that the boat was hit by a wave that caused Ann, to go into premature labor. The Doctor did not want to take a chance and wait for her to go to term, and took the baby by C-section. Everything went well. She should be home in three or four days. You do not know when the baby will be home, because he is a month premature and the pediatrician will make that decision."

"Frank, you do realize when she finds out she will kill both of us."

"This was not our decision, Charlie. Four women made this decision. We were just innocent bystanders, following their sage advice."

"She will still kill us, Frank. We are men, and they are women. We are always at fault."

"As they say, Charlie, shit always rolls downhill; and we are always there to catch it."

"Okay Frank, I will tell Ann, what the plan is. I will talk her into going along with it, until after Celeste has her baby. We will tell her what really went on after she is a mother. Then you and I will run for cover."

"That sounds like a plan to me, Charlie. I will talk to you later. Congratulations my friend, I am very happy that everything turned out well for both you and Ann."

Charlie called back the next day to tell Frank that the baby's name was going to be Richard. They were naming him after Commander Richardson, who had saved both Ann's and their son's life.

64. Fence me in

As the old cowboy song goes, "Give me land, lots of land under starry skies above, don't fence me in..." Celeste had a totally different plan. Her lawyers had successfully purchased every vineyard, and plot of land around Philip's and Tony's vineyards. Permits had been received and contractors had been hired to build 4-foot high, old-fashioned stonewalls around the entire perimeter of the connecting properties. Since they were owned by different corporations, no one knew what was really happening; until one day Antonia took a friend home from school, and had to take a different route. When she saw the construction sites at all the properties, she smiled.

"That bitch thinks she can keep another secret from me. It is time to make some money."

At their weekend get-together, with their mothers, and PA, Celeste was talking about Ann's new baby, and was wondering what the name was going to be.

Antonia said, "I will bet the next name will start with a W."

Rose asked, "Ann's baby's name is going to start with a W? "

"No mother, Charlie called and said the baby's name is Richard. Now, the next thing that happens will start with a W."

Celeste said, "Richard is a good name, it is the name of a King, a strong King."

"Forget Kings, does anybody want to bet on the W?"

Celeste knew that her baby was next to be born, and she was not going to name it with a W, so she said, I will bet you $100, it will not be a W."

"I love you Celeste. You are so freaking easy. Give me my money."

"Why, how did I lose already?"

"You bought all the land around Philip, and my dad's vineyards. The W is for the walls they are now building around the properties. You said you were going to wall us all in, and you are doing it now. Give me my money."

"You little witch how you found out about my properties, and my wall."

"You just verified it for me."

Celeste screamed, "I am going to kill you one day. You deserve to die. I cannot keep anything from you. You bait a trap, and I fall right into it."

"With Hooters that size, you cannot help but fall right into it."

"Don't you start with me about the size of my breasts, Antonia. Given half a chance; you would be all over them."

"If you did not promise Philip, that they were his alone, I would have kept them down to normal size, throughout your entire pregnancy."

Rose said, "Antonia, be nice, she is probably wetting her panties right now."

The women sitting there started to chuckle at Celeste's expense.

"You people are very funny. I cannot wait to see your wrinkled old cunts push out new babies."

Antonia yelled, "Bitch fight!"

Gloria said, "We will see who screams more having the next baby. The new mother; or the experienced ones. Remember, Celeste, when Frank came out, he weighed more than 11 pounds, and the drugs they had 27 years ago, were not as good as those they have today. I was able to take it then, I will be able to take it this time."

Rose jumped into the fray. "I pushed out two puppies in 11 months. I know what pain is like. As my doctor told me 'It is like pushing a watermelon through an opening size of a lemon.' I hope you have fun with the first one, Celeste."

Antonia's laughed. "Do you see what your smart mouth got you into, Celeste. You never fool with mothers. You always wind up getting smacked in the back of your head."

Celeste started to tear up, and turned her head away from the group. Antonia realized what she had done, and ran to her friend.

"I am sorry Celeste. That was a mean thing to say. I know you lost your mother a long time ago, and she is not here to help you."

"Every time I think I am over losing her, I find out that I am not. Every day I grow older, I miss her more."

Rose put her arms around Celeste. "Honey that is what friends, like us, are here; to help you fill the void left by the loss of a loved one. When a parent is missing, it is like a piece of your heart is missing. There is nothing you can do or say that will ever take us away from you. We are your family, and you belong to us."

Celeste went into labor on the morning of October 1, and delivered a beautiful baby girl, at 4 o'clock in the afternoon. She had fair hair and green eyes just as Antonia had predicted. Both mother and daughter looked beautiful as they lay in bed together. 

Marlon immediately took charge of the baby girl, "Celeste. Are we naming her for your mother?"

"Yes Marlon, her name is Kimberly."

Marlon said to the child, "Kimberly, if you give me as much trouble as your mother, I am going to quit."

Celeste realized something as Marlon was leaving the room with her daughter. She yelled, "Marlon, get your ass back in here."

"Yes, Celeste, what can I do for you, now."

"You never told me how you knew everything I was going to do so you could be there to stop me from doing it."

"Madam, do you know how many companies you own that do micro- implanting?"

"Yes, Marlon, I own three of them."

"Madam, they implant wonderful transmitting devices into jewelry."

"Marlon, you are a dead man. I am going to kill you, when I get out of this bed. You have transmitters in every piece of my jewelry." She continued to yell at him as he walked down the corridor towards the nursery, with a smile on his face. He had talked her father into this, so he could keep track of her at all times. It had become a very useful tool as she became more and more obstinate, with regards to her physical safety.

Nurses ran to her room to find out why she was yelling so loudly.

Philip had cigars in every pocket of his jacket, and handed them out liberally. He also had hundreds of cases of wine delivered to the hospital, and had members of his staff handing them out to everyone as they were leaving the hospital. He was an extremely happy husband and father.

Anthony and Rose Caruso's new home was ready for them to move into in November, and sonograms proved that Rose was indeed going to have a multiple birth; twins to be exact: a boy and a girl.

Tony's reaction was predictable. He said, "Oh God, not again!" 

All Rose could do was laugh.

On Christmas day, 4000 miles apart, Donna Caruso, and Gloria Gennaro had their babies, nearly at the same moment. In Milan, Gloria Gennaro delivered her second baby boy at 4:07 PM. He weighed 10 lbs. 2 oz., and was 20 inches long. Gloria compared baby pictures of her newborn and his older brother, they looked like twins. Gloria became inconsolable thinking of the years of cooking ahead of her. Philip Gennaro did not dare enter his wife's room, after she threw a bedpan at him. Her son was bolder than his father. He walked into the room with the biggest grin on his face and said to his mother, "Mom, I do not think I am going to have to teach Michael anything. He is running the nurses ragged already."

Gloria wanted to scream at her son, but all she could do was laugh. She said, "I am not keeping score this time, and he will have to learn how to wash his own sheets."

Six time zones to the west, Donna Caruso, delivered her second baby girl, at 10:05 A.M. She looked just like her mother. They named her in memory of her father, "Marcesa."

On February 1, construction began making internal roadways connecting the houses on the properties owned by Philip Castronova and Anthony Caruso. One road led to nowhere. Frank and Antonia wanted to stay at the Villa, on the campus grounds, until Antonia completed college. Frank would be deeply involved with his PhD and the less traveling he had to do the better. Another construction project began at the same time. A huge swimming pool with a connecting whirlpool and hot tub was started. A short distance away a wet steam room and dry heat room was being constructed. The women and children sat at a discreet distance away, watching the construction of Rose and Celeste's dream.

On April 15, Rose Caruso, delivered her twins. The baby girl came first, followed seven minutes later by the baby boy.

Antonia was ecstatic. She was older than Vincent, now her sister was older than the younger brother. Life was repeating itself again. 

"What would you like to name them, Rose?" 

"You are going to let me do that this time, Anthony?"

"I did it the last time, Rose, and look where that got us."

"I see what you mean, Anthony. We will name them Christina and David?"

"Those are very good names, Rose, but why the sequential letters?"

"I just thought, if you got me pregnant again, we could use E and F the next time."

The next sound she heard was a thud as her husband hit the floor. She started to laugh and pressed the call button for help from the nurses.

Antonia saw the nurses running into her mother's room, and rushed in after them. 

She saw her father lying on the floor and yelled, "Yes, mom, how did you do it. How did you kill dad."

Rose smiled at her daughter. "We just named the babies Christina and David. He asked me why C and D together. I told him the next time he got me pregnant again, we could use E and F. He fell down like a stone."

THE END

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Postscript: Dear Readers, Finding an appropriate end to this story was exceedingly hard. I could have continued on for years by following the adventures of Philip learning to fly; the six new children, who entered the picture, while the five harried parents tried to deal with them, and their sex lives, at the same time. I could have explored the newfound relationship, between Rose and Sarah, while introducing an entirely new group of people, Rose's 2 brothers and 3 sisters. The juiciest plot line of all would have been the new adventures of Sarah, Sophia, and Angelique Saint Jerome, the 3 unmarried sexy women. As you may remember, from one of the earliest chapters of this story, Angelique's brother was extremely handsome, but he was also gay. Introducing Sarah to him, and explaining to her that he was gay, at the very beginning, was going to be a ploy to get her out, into the dating scene. There were so many scenarios for that; I would have driven myself crazy for a month, going through them.

As you can see from these little tidbits above, there is enough work for me to have continued on and on for years. However, I thought it appropriate to end this story with Anthony Caruso, flat on his back, as every other new father-to-be started out, when confronted with the fact that more children were in his future. 

For Antonia, life had come full circle. Was it "Vengeance At Last?" She laughed as she looked down at her father; unconscious, and on the floor. He was starting a new family at the age of 43 years old. Philip Anthony Gennaro would be older than his Uncle David and Aunt Christina. She could not wait to watch her father run after his twins, while realizing the mistakes he made the first time around, while raising her and Vincent. She was actually hoping he would get it right, this time.

THE VERY END

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P.S. I have just started working on my next story. Its working title is:

"Honor Thy Father and Thy Mother"

It is a love story, mixed up with a mystery, mixed up with a love story.



Why I Hated The Guy From The FBI



When Saturday morning arrived, Frank dressed in his 'Tans' and walked, with a slight limp, to Anthony Caruso's house. 

He was stopped in front of it, by two men, who asked what he wanted.

Frank told them who he was, and said that Mister Caruso had offered to see him, when he got home.

One man stayed with him, while the other went to the door, and went inside to ask for instructions. Moments later, he returned and told Frank he could go inside.

As Frank approached the front door, it was opened and Anthony stood there, with his right hand outstretched, welcoming Frank into his home. Frank thanked him for the invitation, and appreciated his kindness in seeing him. They sat down in his living room, and they were joined by Vincent, moments later. Rose came in bringing coffee and desserts. Then, she disappeared.

Anthony asked Frank about the situation in the Middle East, and received a briefing from, as Frank put it, "a ground pounder's point of view." When Frank was done, all Anthony and Vincent could do was laugh. 

"Are you telling me, if we killed everyone above the rank of major, this war would bend over eight years ago?"

"Yes sir, without a doubt, sir. It seems once they get their Colonels Silver Leaf, all they start doing is kissing the ass of someone above them. They forget what is going on, on the field of battle, and screw up everything, from that point on. I can recommend a book for you to read, if you want to see how everything is screwed, by the higher-ups. It is called, "Not a Good Day to Die." When you finish it, if you do not want to kill everyone, from the rank of General down to Colonel, I would be surprised."

From the doorway to the living room, a female voice said, "As long as they are all men that is fine with me."

Frank turned to his left, saw Antonia, and stood up, immediately.

Anthony said, "Frank, this is my daughter Antonia. Antonia this is Frank Gennaro. He and his parents live three doors down from us."

Frank bowed at the waist, stuck out his hand and said, "How do you do ma'am."

Antonia bristled at the word ma'am and said, "I am a Miss, not ma'am, you idiot."

Frank replied, "Yes, ma'am."

Anthony and Vinny rolled laughter, because Antonia had no idea why Frank kept calling her, "ma'am."

Antonia spun on her heel, muttering to herself, about the idiots they let into the services, and left the room. She had no idea who this dolt was, and why he annoyed her so much.

Frank turned to Anthony and said, "I do not think she likes me."

Anthony said, "In that case, Frank, I think I would like to offer you a job."

"Sir, before you do, I need to tell you there are certain things, I can no longer do. Some are very personal, and I do not like to talk about. Others involved movement. I have shrapnel wounds near my spine, in my hip, and in my right leg. I can no longer run very fast, nor do strenuous lifting. If the steel near my spine moves, I could be in a wheelchair for the rest of my life. I want to avoid that at all costs."

"What I have in mind for you should not put you in any danger, at all, in those areas. Can you get a weapons permit?"

"I do not see why not, I still have my pistol in my duffel bag and I can apply for my license at any state office on Monday. My record is clean, and my discharge does not take effect until Wednesday. What kind of job would it be, sir?"

"First, Frank, call me Tony. Your job consists of guarding my daughter, at all times, when she is outside this house."

"Sir, eerr, Tony, she does not like me. It think it would be better, if you got someone she liked."

"Frank, you will be perfect for her. Try to call her 'Miss,' instead of ma'am and it might help you a little."

"Yes sir, eerr, Tony. Thank you for the job. When would you want me to start?"

"As long as you carry your gun, you can take her to a PG rated movie, on Friday." 

"Thank you, sir, / Tony. You tell me whatever hours you want me to work, and I will be here for you. Day or night, I am at your service."

"Thank you, Frank; it was very nice seeing you, again."

While he was in the house, Frank was able to place three small listening devices: one in the living room, and two in the hallway. If Vincent had not been in the room, with them, he would have been able to plant more, but that could not be helped. At least, he had access to the inside of the house. This could prove to be interesting, because she seemed to be a wildcard. He wanted to get home and make a call to see if the bugs were working. 

As soon as Frank closed the door, Anthony picked up his cell phone and called his lawyer. He said, "Tim, I want everything that you can find out about Frank Gennaro, my neighbors kid. Full medical and everything, from the time he left high school, to the day he walked back into his house yesterday. I want it by Tuesday."

Tim Robins had no idea why his boss had given him so much time. Normally when Anthony Caruso wanted something, he wanted it yesterday. He could actually stay at home and watch his daughter's softball game this afternoon, which would be something he had not been able to do, in a very long time. This kid must not be important.

During the week, Frank walked around the neighborhood meeting and greeting all the old neighbors, and some of his old friends, that were still around. He could feel the eyes watching him as he took his walks but did nothing to show that he was ill at ease. He saw pictures being taken of him through car windows as he walked, and was sure that his parent's house was under surveillance. 

On Wednesday morning, Frank was picked up by a military sedan, and taken to the veteran's hospital in Queens for his, "Final Checkup, and Military Discharge." Both he and the driver picked up the car tailing them, immediately. While he was in the bowels of the building, he briefed his handlers on what he had accomplished to date, and what was going to be going on in the near future.

They could not believe his luck. Getting access to the inside of Anthony Caruso's house was something out of a dream. Wiretaps had never worked, because he always used throwaway cell phones, and getting a court order, had become impossible. Tony's windows were wired with sound, which disrupted any attempts at listening to conversations from long-range microphones, and now, they had unfettered access to the inside of the 'Dons' house.

As Frank exited the front of the hospital and walked towards the parking lot looking for his ride home, a horn beeped. Frank looked to his right, and saw Anthony waving at him, from a limousine. Frank waved back.

"Frank, let me give you a ride home."

"Sir, I have to tell my driver I will not be going back with him. Would you hold these papers for me, until I get back?"

"Absolutely, Frank, take your time." 

Frank limped off in the direction of the parking lot, and Tony did exactly what he wanted to do, anyhow. He looked at each piece of paper, and photographed them. He put the package back together, exactly as he had taken it apart, and closed it, just as Frank reappeared."

As he sat down in the limousine, Frank laughed and said, "My driver wanted to give me a twenty dollar tip, for not having to drive out to Brooklyn. He said he had a date tonight, and would never have made back in time to meet her."

Tony laughed and asked Frank how he felt.

Frank's jovial mood became somber and Anthony saw it on his face. 

"Frank what is wrong?"

"Tony, I still do not think you should hire me, to protect your daughter. I might let you down, at the wrong moment. The shrapnel has turned, and moved closer to my spine. Even though there is room for it to travel, before it hits the nerve, I do not know if you want to take a chance, with her protection, with someone who might not be able to offer it, at the right time. "

"Frank, my daughter is looking forward to going to a movie, on Friday. If you do not take her, I can guarantee you; you will not have to worry about paralysis, because she will kill you."

"Sir, I felt it was my obligation to tell you this. I do not want to hide anything from you. I am not, fully, the man I was when I entered the corp. I will never be, again."

"I understand, Frank. We will talk more about it tomorrow."

"Yes sir."

The following morning at seven o'clock, Phil Gennaro picked up the kitchen phone, and said, "Hello."

"Hello Phil, Tony Caruso, is Frank up?"

"Frank told me, if you ever called, to get him, wherever he was."

"Good. Tell him, I want him at my house, now."

Phil ran up the stairs to Frank's room and woke him up. He said, "Anthony wants you at his house, 'Now!'"

Frank slept naked. He threw on a pair of running shorts, grabbed his pistol, and a T-shirt, and in his best imitation of a running limp, ran to Tony's house.

Tony was standing on the porch waiting for him, and laughed as he approached.

"What's the matter sir? What do you need?"

"I need you, Frank. Come with me. Oh, give me the gun; it was a good idea though."

"Thank you. There is one in the chamber, sir. "

Tony led Frank into the basement, of his home, where he found two men and two very beautiful and scantily clad women. 

Frank looked around and asked, "What is going on, boss?"

"Frank, I know everything about you, from high school to yesterday. There is nothing you have ever done, I do not know about. You are an open book, and I am about to turn my daughter over to your protection. Even though it says so on paper, I have to make sure, with my own eyes, that it is true. These two women work for me. They are going to prove to me, what the doctors have written on your medical record. If you pass the test you will live, if you fail, you will die. It is that simple Frank. Strip!"

Frank smiled and said, "I wish I knew this was coming, sir. I would have put more clothes on."

Tony laughed and watched as he dropped his shorts. Tony looked at the scar that went up Frank's leg from his knee to his groin. His limp Dycke was impressive, but lifeless. Tony looked at the two women and said, "Go to work."

The two women knelt before Frank. The one on the left leg, played with his balls, while the one on his right, used her mouth to try to wake up his sleeping cock. They were both professionals, and they both did their job well, but nothing happened. Frank had his hands on their heads and assisted them in every way possible. After five minutes of work, by both women, his cock was still flaccid. 

"I remember when I would have had to pay for this. I would give anything to have that opportunity back now."

Tony nodded his head and told the women to stop. "Frank, you get to live. However, I have a feeling it is going to be very hard for you."

"I have thought about going back to school, and becoming a priest. However, that thing between my legs is not the only thing you have to put out of your mind to be a good one. I still have more thinking to do, before I make my decision."

"God may be sending you a message. Do not discount it."

"Thank you, Tony. Can I go back to sleep now, or was there something else that you wanted me to do."

"You never asked me what I was paying you."

"Sir, I have known you, since I was a little kid. I knew you would pay me whatever was fair. This neighborhood loves you, and you have taken care of it for more years then I can remember. I would never presume to ask you a question about money."

Tony looked at the two men in the background, who had their heads held towards the ground, and said to them, "Do you understand the meaning of respect, now."

"Frank, I am going to start you out and two thousand a week. My daughter never puts her hand in her pocket, when she is with you. You pay for everything. If she wants to go shopping, come to me, and I will give you an extra grand, or two. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir."

3. Our First Date

"Antonia, get down here."

"Yes, dad, what do you want now?"

"I have decided to allow you to go out to the movie theater, or go shopping at a mall, whenever you want."

"I know you better than this dad. There has to be a catch. What do I have to do, to be allowed to this great privilege?"

"Antonia, I only do things to keep you safe. I hope you have a good time, at the movies. You should get ready; the movie starts soon."

"Thank you, dad, I will have a good time."

"Hurry up; your date will be here in ten minutes."

"Shit. I knew it."

"Antonia, watch your mouth."

"Dad, if there was a way to ruin my day, you would take a year out of your life to find it."

Tony walked over to his daughter and said, "Young woman, you have a choice; either go to the movies, with the young man, I have selected, or go to your room."

"Which one did you choose, dad, the fat one, or garlic breath?"

Frank opened the front door and walked in.

Antonia looked at him, and said, "Oh, you picked the one with no brain."

Frank heard Antonia and asked, "Ma'am is it true, that when all young women reach puberty, they believe all things in heaven and on earth begin and end with a period?" 

Tony let out with a huge laugh, while Antonia stood with her mouth open and no words coming out.

"Is there something wrong with your mouth, ma'am, or is my foot, so far down your throat, you cannot breathe?"

"Frank, I have never seen her at a loss for words."

"It is because she was trained by nuns, Tony. She does want to say something; however, 'she suffers in silence.'"

Antonia finally became alert enough to say, "I hate you, you dork."

"How much money did you spend on her education, sir?"

Tony started laughing, and walked away.

"You are not going to get away with this, Frank."

"Yes ma'am. I will get you a dictionary, with small words, so they will come out easier."

Antonia screamed in frustration, and walked out of the front door, ahead of him.

As she sat in the car, silently fuming, Frank asked her, "Did you or your father pick out the movie you are seeing?"

"I have not been allowed to pick out anything, for myself, since the day I was born."

"Can you keep your mouth shut?"

"According to you 'I suffer in silence.'"

"In that case, when we get to the movie theater, you can pick out whatever movie you would like to see, as long as it is not too risqué."

"I watched Vincent fuck a girl, a few days ago, on my computer, and I cannot go to a risqué movie."

"How the hell did you do that, without being in the room with him?"

"My father gave me one of these advanced digital phones. I put it in his room and it sent live pictures directly to my computer. Then, I saved it."

"If your father ever finds out about that, he will kill you."

"I am not going to tell him, are you?"

"No, this is privileged conversation, as far as I am concerned. Whatever you say to me, when we are alone, stays between us. I will not break that trust, as long as it does not affect your safety. Is that okay with you?"

"If I said something disparaging about my father, you would not repeat it to him."

"From the size of the handprint on your face, I think you have said just about everything you wanted to say, about your father, to his face, already."

"Sometimes nuns do not suffer in silence, and neither do I."

They pulled into the parking lot, at the cinema multiplex, and Antonia looked at all the advertised movies. She asked if she could see the movie, "Goodfellas."

"Positively, absolutely, no."

"Why not, Frank?"

"Your father lives that movie every day of his life, Antonia, and I do not want you to see what he does."

"Is that not more reason for me to see it for myself?"

"It is a great question, but you are not seeing that movie, with me."

Antonia asked, "How about that movie, "Ghost?"

Frank said, "Yes, that one is okay."

Two hours later, Frank almost had to carry her out of the theater. Antonia was inconsolable. The first movie she decided to see, on a large screen was not the horror movie she expected, but a tearjerker, that broke her eighteen-year-old heart. 

"I want to go home, Frank. I want to go home, now."

"Yes ma'am."

When Frank opened the front door for her, she ran crying to her room. Tony came running at Frank, wanting to know what happened to his daughter.

All Frank could do was laugh, and the more he laughed the more furious Tony was.

"Tony, I let her see "Ghost." She thought it was going to be a horror show. I knew it was a love story, but I did not tell her. Once Demi Moore started crying, so did Antonia. She has not stopped since. I nearly had to carry her out of the theater. I have never laughed so hard in my life. I think that made her cry more. I think you should send Rose up there with a gallon of water, because that girl has to be running on empty."

Tony started laughing, and told Frank what a wonderful job he had done on his first date. He said, "Frank, next time I will put a five gallon jug of Gatorade, in the back of the car, just in case this happens again." 

The next few weeks, Frank and Antonia settled into a comfortable pattern. They would go to one or another of the local malls for a few hours every day, and then to dinner and a movie twice a week.

The more Antonia was around Frank, the more she opened up to him. She realized that he was keeping his promise, not to tell her father, what was transpiring between them.

Frank on the other hand, was planting bugs in the house, every time he was there. He could find no excuse to go down into the basement, where he knew any real business would transpire, if Tony had a meeting at home. 

Tony and Frank were sitting in the living room, waiting for Antonia to come down, when Rose walked into the room and said, "Tony, we have no water pressure."

Frank, being a plumber son, said, "Oh shit, Tony the basement."

Both men charged to the basement door and sure enough, there was a flood.

Frank took off his shoes and waded through the water, to get to the shut off valve. It was frozen solid. He looked at Tony, who was on the stairway and asked him if he had a wrench. 

Tony pointed to a toolbox in the corner of the basement, and Frank waded through the knee-high water to get it. He took the wrench back to the cut off valve, gave it two solid hits on its face, and then tried to turn it to the left to shut off the water. It worked.

"Tony, where are your drains?"

"There are two: One by the hot water heater and another by that table."

Frank took off his shirt and pants, and dove under the water towards the hot water heater and cleared the debris from the first drain. He surfaced and swam towards the table. He dove again and cleared the debris from the second drain. He continued doing this for half an hour and watched the water drain from the basement.

As he held onto his back, and grimaced in pain, he looked up at Tony, and said, "I learned all of this, from my father."

Tony smiled, "In that case, I will pay him."

"You are going to have to call him, to find out what happened down here to cause this. It may be as simple as the hot water heater or a busted pipe under the foundation. I can do the simple stuff, but he is the expert."

Tony said, "Call him, tell him it is an emergency, and to bring three or four guys with him. I want this fixed today."

Frank said, "Yes sir."

Frank walked upstairs in his underwear, carrying his soaked pants, shirt, and shoes. 

"Is that how you are taking me out to dinner, Frank?"

"Why, do you think I am overdressed?"

"I do not mind, however, you may catch a chill from the air-conditioning."

"Air-conditioning at a hotdog stand?"

Antonia was infuriated. "Do you ever find yourself in a position, that you do not have the perfect response to someone's dig?"

"Oh was that what that was?"

Antonia screamed in frustration. 

"I will be back in twenty minutes after I shower and change. Think about where you would like to go for dinner. There is a big book called 'The Yellow Pages.' It can give you all sorts of ideas."




Why I Hated The Guy From The FBI



Antonia said, "If it is that big, I have one idea already."

Frank replied, "Gee whiz, only one?"

Antonia screamed, "Get out of here, before I kill you."

Tony had been listening to this discussion between Antonia and Frank and said to his daughter, "Have you changed your mind about Frank not having a brain?"

"Dad, he is the most infuriating man I have ever met. I have not met many; however, if they are all like him, I am going to become a nun."

"I can guarantee you Antonia; they are not all like him. His mind is quick. He is sharp witted, and he is respectful. Unfortunately, while he was in Iraq, he was severely injured. He is impotent, and will never be able to satisfy a woman or have children. He has shrapnel near his spine and if it moves, he could become paralyzed for life. It was a terrible thing to happen, to such a good young man."

4. Vincent has a growing problem

Late one evening, Antonia heard her brother yelling at someone. It was too late in the evening, for him to have anyone in the house, so he could only be yelling at someone over the phone. After listening, intently, to the conversation, it became evident that Vincent had done the unforgivable. He had gotten one of his young women pregnant. Now, he would have to face his father's wrath. While she was not pleased that it would happen to her brother, she was pleased it would not be her, again.

When the yelling stopped, she put her robe on, left her room, and in knocked on Vincent's door. 

Vincent opened it, fearing the worst. He was relieved to see his sister standing there.

"Vincent, can I be of any help to you, right now?"

"You heard everything that went on?"

"If you yelled any louder baby brother, they would have heard you in the Bronx."

"Sis, I am in big trouble. I brought home a girl about a month ago. She was a virgin, and I did not use a condom. I do not know what I was thinking at the time, however, now she is pregnant and she is hysterical. She is from a deeply religious catholic family, and abortion is out of the question. She wants to get married, and avoid the shame of having a baby, out of wedlock. I just turned eighteen, and I think dad will kill me, if I chose that option."

"Vinny, are you talking about that tall, dark-haired girl that was here about six weeks ago?"

"Yes, how did you know about her?"

"That does not matter right now. What does matter is you could do a lot worse, in life, than her. She was positively stunning. You know you were her first, and if you stand up for her now, she will stand up for you, for the rest of her life, because of it."

"I would still have to run that by dad. He will not be happy with me."

"Welcome to the club, kid. There is plenty of room, in here, for both of us. Actually, I have been in that room, alone, for so long, I would enjoy the company."

"How do you think I should work this out, with dad?"

"I think you, and your lady friend should sit down and have a long talk. Get to know one another: birthdays, favorite color, favorite song, movie, where you met, and how long you have known each other. Then, bring her here, approach dad, and say that you two are in love. Now, she is pregnant, with your child, and you wish to get married. When you get out of the hospital, and are able to talk again, he will ask you some questions about the young woman, and you will answer them. He will invite her parents over to our house, for a discussion about the wedding."

"How long will I be in the hospital?"

"How quickly do you heal?"

From the doorway to the room, came avoice that said, "It is an excellent plan. However, you had better keep your mother in the loop. She is a very light sleeper, and when her children are talking, at two o'clock in the morning, she knows they are up to no good." 

Rose looked at her two children and wondered why Antonia would give such sound advice to her brother, whose antics with women, she despised. 

"Mom, I am going to put a bell, around your neck. You could sneak up on God himself."

Antonia smacked her brother, on the back of his head, and asked, "Who told you that God was a man?"

"Mom, she is home, again. Can we send her back now?"

"I am sorry Vincent. She is out of the nunnery for good. She starts college in the fall, and will start corrupting all the young minds around her, as soon as the fall semester starts."

"I pity her professors." He ducked just in time, not to be hit again, by his sister, again.

Vincent called Donna back on her cell phone. She was still crying, and he asked her to calm down so he could talk to her. He said that he had a possible solution to 'their problem.'

When Donna heard him use the term "their problem," she stopped crying. She asked him what he meant, because it was always her problem before.

"I am sitting in my room, with my sister and my mother, and we have come up with a plan, which I would like to talk to you about."

"You told your mother, and your sister."

"Yes, they are both smarter than I am, and they helped me come up with something I hope you will find acceptable."

"Go ahead, Vincent, I am listening."

"I know you said that you wanted to get married. Our plan includes that, and a way for us to get there, safely. My sister said that we should sit down and get to know each other very well, and very quickly. How long we have known each other, where we met, your favorite color, flower, and all the other little things that your parents and my parents are going to ask us. We are going to tell them that we are pregnant and that it was my fault completely, because I did not wear a condom, when I took your virginity. I am in love with you, you know that, and I have been for a long time. I fooled around with many other women, because I did not want to touch you. On the day that I did, I was not thinking very clearly, because I loved you so much. We would like their permission, to get married, as soon as possible, to avoid any stain on your reputation. I want that more than life itself."

"Vincent, I did not know you felt that way about me. I have looked at you, in school, for years and wondered what it would be like to be with you. That was the reason I chose you to take my virginity. I would be so happy to marry you, under any circumstances, but having your baby, makes me even happier now."

Vincent said, "I love you too, Donna."

Antonia grabbed the phone from Vincent and said, "Hello Donna, this is Antonia Caruso, Vincent sister. First, congratulations for falling in love with a great guy. Dumb as a Post, Sometimes, but a great guy."

Donna was shocked to speak to a friendly member of the Caruso household. She thought all of them would be hostile towards her. She said hello to Antonia, and hoped in the future, they could become good friends.

Antonia told her, that she was marrying her brother and there was no way that they were not going to be friends, forever.

Donna was ecstatic over her reply.

Rose took the phone and said, "Hello Donna, this is Rose Caruso, Vincent's mother. You must never say that I have spoken to you before. However, welcome to my family. My son loves you very much and I hope you two will have a long and happy marriage."

Donna's head was swimming. She was talking to Vincent's mother, and she was welcoming her, to her family. This was much better than she could have ever imagined. She replied, "Thank you very much, Mrs. Caruso. You have no idea how much your welcoming me means. I have never been so honored."

"In the future, Donna, once we get the fathers settled down, and they have accepted the situation, I would like you to call me 'mom', if that is okay with you."

Donna said, "That would be fantastic, Mrs. Caruso. I would love it."

Rose said to her, "You can talk to Vincent for one more minute, to set up a meeting at a mall, tomorrow. My daughter will be there, with a friend, to make it look like an innocent meeting. When your minute is up, I want you to go to sleep and give my grandbaby some rest. Good night Donna."

Vincent grabbed the phone and said, "Do you believe me now?"

"Vincent, I love you. Where do you want to meet tomorrow?"

"I think we should meet at the mall, by the Boardwalk. It is always very crowded, on Saturday. Is eleven o'clock okay?"

Donna said, "Eleven o'clock is fine. Call me when you are there, and we will arrange for a place to meet. Good night, Vincent."

"Good night, my love."

"You are a very smooth operator, brother. If you keep treating her like this, you will have her eating out of your hand for a very long time. If you start treating her poorly, and start running around, with other women, she will bite that hand and that other part off. After all, she is Italian."

Rose could not help but laugh at the look on her son's face. He was acting like a rooster, after he got off the phone, and then his sister cut him off at the knees. 

"Vincent, you should make sure your sister is not around, when you talk, or make gestures about another woman. She will not let you get away with it."

"Are you sure we cannot force her to become a nun, and get her a room in the Vatican?"

"Yes, Vincent, I am quite sure."

"I am going to be in hell, for the rest of my life."

"There is always the possibility, that she could get married."

"Mom, be real. What man, in his right mind, could stand her?"

"We will have to wait and see? She may have already met him, or she may meet him in Italy? Only time will tell. Good night children." 

They met, accidentally, at 'Flash', and upscale clothing store at the mall and introduced themselves to each other. Antonia hugged Donna and told her not to worry about Frank, because everything that he heard would remain confidential.

Donna was a little hesitant at first, but Frank reassured her, that he would never do anything to hurt her or Vincent.

They went to a restaurant in the mall, rather than the food court, for a more private conversation. True to her nature, Antonia had typed a list, on her computer, and made three copies of it. On it, there were questions, Donna and Vincent should know about each other. Over lunch, they filled out the form, and added questions, and answers to it, which Antonia had missed.

Antonia's phone rang and when she looked at the caller ID, it was her father. "Hello dad, what can I do for you?" 

Vincent put his hand over Donna's mouth so she would remain quiet.

"Where are you?"

"Dad, you know where I am. I am at the mall with Vincent, and Frank."

"No, where in the mall are you?"

"We are on the first level at Vinci's restaurant, having lunch."

"Let me speak to Frank."

"Yes, Tony, I am here."

"Frank, to your right, are there three men?"

Surreptitiously, Frank glanced to his right and said, "Yes."

Tony said, "Frank, do not leave the restaurant. My people are on the way."

"How will I know them, Tony?"

"Vincent will recognize them, and they will escort you out of the mall."

"Tony, we have a young woman with us, who is very important to Vincent. We want to protect her, also. We are taking her with us."

"No problem Frank, bring her here."

Frank turned off the phone and looked at the three people at the table. "Memorize those answers quickly, you two. You are about to be grilled, when we get home."

Donna said, "Home, whose home?"

"We are going to Vincent's home, Donna. You are going to meet his father."

In chorus, the three young people, at the table, said, "Oh shit!"

Thirty minutes later, six men entered the restaurant. Three men went to the table where Vincent, Frank, and two young women were seated. The other three men stood by the table, where the three men were seated, and appeared to have a cordial talk. 

They left the mall, en masse, and drove in a caravan, to Tony's home. When they arrived, they were ushered into the house, quickly. One of Tony's men, who had spoken to the three men seated at table, spoke quietly to Tony, and left the room.

Tony went into the living room, to meet with his children and his new guest. He said to Vincent, "Would you please introduce me to this lovely young woman."

"Dad, this is Donna Mancuso."

Tony went over to Donna, kissed her on both cheeks, and said, "Young lady, you caused quite a stir this afternoon."

Donna's eyes opened wide and said, "Me, what did I do?"

Tony smiled and said, "The three men seated across the restaurant from you, where there protecting you. Your uncle was worried about your safety, when he heard you were going to be with Vincent, so he took precautions to make sure nothing happened."

Vincent moved by Donna's side. "Dad, I think you'd better sit down."

Tony did not like the look on his son's face, so he sat down and waited for the shoe to drop.

"Donna and I have been in love for more than three years. I have been fooling around, with other women, because I refused to touch her. A little more than a month ago, she told me that I had to stop fooling around, and be with her only, or she would leave me. I am so in love with her, that I agreed, and we made love. I do not know what I was thinking that day, but I did not wear a condom. She was a virgin and I took her innocence. Now, she is carrying my child. I want your permission to marry her, as soon as possible, so that she does not bare the stain of my indiscretion. It is my fault, that she is in this condition, and I take the blame completely. Please give us your blessing." 

Vincent waited for the explosion to happen as he held Donna's hand. It did not come. Instead, his father said, "Let me think on this for a few moments, while I make a few phone calls, and then I will give you my answer."

After Tony left the room, Vincent kissed Donna and said, "Holy shit, he is going to say yes!"

Donna looked into Tony's eyes and asked, "Do you think so? Do you really think so?"

Rose joined the conversation and asked, "What is your uncle's name?"

"Uncle Albert?"

"Yes, what is your Uncle Albert's last name?"

"His name is Albert DiAngiolla."

"Donna, in that case, you can start calling me mom."

Antonia and Vincent, immediately, understood what her mother was saying, but it appeared that Donna was totally in the dark, so they left her there.

Donna went over to Rose and asked for permission to hug her.

Instead of answering her, Rose took the initiative, and hugged her future daughter.

When Rose was done, Antonia went in for her hug and congratulated her new sister. She laughingly told Donna that she would get her a nose ring to pull Vincent around the house.

Vincent yelled, "Mom, you have to do something about her. She is giving my wife ideas already."

Donna went over to Vincent and said, "I like that you called me your wife, Vincent. It has a very nice 'ring' to it."

Vincent knew what she was thinking and said, "Can I wait until my father says yes, until I take you for your engagement ring?"

"Vincent, you can take her for the engagement ring, anytime you want. Her uncle Albert and I have agreed to the match. We will have a sit down dinner, at his home, to celebrate. Then I am going to hit you with a baseball bat for getting this lovely young lady pregnant, prior to her taking her wedding vows."

Vincent picked up Donna and twirled her in the air. They were both very happy. Donna, because she would not have to bear the child out of wedlock, and Vincent because he would have a beautiful wife, a child, and most of all, he did not wind up in the hospital.

Antonia stood at the side of the room, and thought it was amazing, that some people could step in shit, and still come out smelling like a rose.

Rose went over to her daughter and said, "I know what you are thinking, but do not fret. One day, when you least expect it, it will happen to you."

Antonia replied, "Mom, the only thing that is going to happen to me is, I am going to be struck by lightning, twice in the same place, and the odds on that happening are frighteningly high."

Rose laughed, "In that case darling, you better wear rubber sole shoes."

5. How to hide a 'Wire' at a 'Family Gathering'!

Frank was driven to the Veterans Hospital, by one of Tony's men, carrying his armload of paperwork. He disappeared into the bowels of the building, and briefed his handlers on the progress of the investigation. He was thankful he did not have to monitor the bugs that he planted, because the traps he left in his room, to see if it was being searched, were often found disturbed. When he advised them about the engagement party, they asked him to wear a "Wire."

"You are out of your fucking mind. First, I am not going to be invited inside. Second, if I am, I am going to be searched, over every inch of my body. If they find it, they will not only kill me, they will kill my parents."

They showed him the wire/transmitter/battery pack they wanted him to use, and how to assemble it, and use the adhesive." 

"Man, this is going to hurt!"

His handler joked, "Only when you laugh."

"That is easy for you to say."

On the afternoon of the affair, Frank shaved off the hair, from his ass hole, and balls, to the head of his prick. He found this to be a very tricky operation. He thought about waxing it, but after reading the instructions, he could not think of the way to explain to his parents, the screams of pain that would occur, when he pulled the hair out, by its roots. Shaving was a quieter and less painful procedure. So, here he was, in the shower, bent over at the waist, trying to get every last hair off his delicate skin before attaching the 'wire' to the tip of head of his penis, under his balls, to his rectum. He would wait, until later, to perform the final insult; connecting and shoving the battery pack up his ass. He was not looking forward to that indignity.

Finally, at six o'clock, he could not put it off any longer. He took the eight-inch long battery pack, containing 'D' cell batteries, coated them, with the lubricant that was provided, and he began pushing it up, his ass. He grunted and groaned, until finally it started to move into his body. He felt like it would never end. He found a new respect for any women, who liked anal sex, because this was definitely not a comfortable feeling. He straightened up, and tried to walk. He realized walking with something that long up your ass was definitely not normal. It took him a while, before he got back to his normal gait, but thought he could bluff his way through the evening, by saying his leg was in pain.

He arrived at Tony's house, in a suit and tie, and awaited instruction. Antonia came down the stairs in a beautiful new dress, which she had purchased, during one of their shopping trips. She looked wonderful, but Frank said, "You are going out, in a house dress?"

She screamed, "Dad, kill him, please."

Tony came into the hallway to see what her problem was now. He asked, "Are you two fighting, again?"

"Dad, he called this a house dress."

"Well, this is a house, and you are wearing a dress. So technically, it is a house dress."

Antonia screamed, "Mom, help!"

Frank and Tony looked at each other and smiled.

Vincent came downstairs, in his brand-new suit, looking very dapper and happy. Tony clapped him on his shoulders, straightened his tie, and said, "Son, you accidentally got the right girl pregnant. Do not fool around on the side. We have made an alliance, with another 'Family', which has made us very strong. As time goes by, you and Donna will become the beneficiaries of this strength. Always think of the 'Family' first, everything else must come second. Business does not become personal. It is not like the old days, where guns settle the score. We are business people and business people make accommodations. Do you understand?"

"Yes dad, I will learn everything I can. I will become the best business man that I can be."




Why I Hated The Guy From The FBI



"Very good my son. I want both you and Donna to go to Brooklyn College together. I want you in the same classes, with the same professors, on the same schedule. I want you two, to seem inseparable. Do not worry about the baby; it will be taken care of every minute of the day. The grandmothers will care for it, and the nannies will do most of the work. When college is over, if you two want to continue towards higher education, that will be fine. The more education you have, the better business people you will be. As I said, always think of the 'Family' first."

Vincent replied, "'Family' will always be my first obligation, dad."

Frank listened to the conversation and knew that it was being transmitted, word for word to listening station, in a tenement, a half  mile away. 

Tony looked at Frank, and said to him, "You are Antonia's escort for the evening. Frank try to keep her tongue from moving too much, tonight. I do not care if you have to kiss her to shut her up, or take her outside. If she gets obnoxious, she could screw up this whole thing."

"Can I spank her like a spoiled child, if she gets out of hand?"

"Depending on how far she goes off the wall."

"I will tell her that before we get there. She will not believe me, but she will have been warned."

Tony looked at him and said, "Frank, it is a shame that you will never have children. You would make a great father."

"Thank you Tony. I will miss that too."

As the entourage exited their vehicles, in the secure area, that was the home of Albert DiAngiolla, they were greeted warmly by Albert and his wife, and Donna's father, Marco and his wife. Donna stood by her parents, quietly waiting for Vincent to be introduced to them.

Anthony said to Albert and Marco, "I would like to introduce you to my over impetuous son, Anthony Vincent, who has respectfully requested the honor, and privilege of marrying your niece. I wish with all my heart that you would approve this joining, not only of our two children, but of our two 'Families.'"

Albert replied, "Our children, from what my niece has told me, have not acted hastily. They have known each other for years, as we have known each other for years. It is time that we join our businesses together and grow together as one. It is time to celebrate our new unions and prepare for the wedding of my niece and your son."

"Thank you, my friend, I have often longed for this day." The two men hugged and kissed each other on both cheeks, and completed a merger of two corporate empires.

As everyone was going inside, Frank said to Antonia, "Your father told me that I could spank you, if you got out of line tonight. Please get out of line; I have wanted to see your ass for a long time."

Antonia looked at Frank and said, "He did not say that to you, and you would not do that to me, ever. He would kill you."

"He also said I could kiss you, if I had to shut you up."

Antonia said, "Now I know you are lying."

"What would you do, if you found out that I was not lying?"

"I probably would be a very good girl."

Frank said, "Damn it, I should never have said a word."

Antonia looked at his face, as he said that, and said, "You are not lying; my father did say those things to you."

"Yes, he did."

Antonia looked at Frank and said, "One day, I am going to be a very bad girl, and I am going to see what you do about it."

"Little girls are my specialty. My hand fits across their bottoms from side to side, with each smack. I love to hear them squeal, as they kick their legs and beg for mercy."

"You forget Frank, 'I suffer in silence.' We had better go inside before my father thinks you have started on me, already."

As they approached the door to the house, two men asked Frank to stop and stretch out his arms. He was frisked, thoroughly, and let into the house, with Antonia on his arm. 

The evening was devoted to Donna and Vincent. Frank kept Antonia moving from place to place, so she could not get too deeply involved in any one conversation. When Vincent knelt down and proposed to Donna, while putting the engagement ring on her finger, ahush fell over the room. When Donna replied, "Yes," there was thunderous applause and the traditional Italian salute of, "Cent Anni." (May you live and love for One Hundred Years.)

Antonia mumbled, accidently, just loud enough that Frank heard her, "They should only know."

Frank asked her, "They should only know what, Antonia?"

"Keep your mouth closed Frank. Do not say another word."

He looked at her face, and knew she was not kidding.

Marco Mancuso stood up and said, "Donna and Vincent have requested to be married soon, so they may continue on with their education, this summer. We have decided to grant their wish, and they will be married at the Church of the Transfiguration, at 4 P.M., one week from Saturday. They will honeymoon in Italy, for two weeks, before returning home and starting college." Again, the applause was thunderous.

Frank looked Antonia in the eyes, and nodded his head in affirmation. He knew what she had intimated before, when she told him to keep quiet.

Antonia said, "Not one word Frank, or I will kill you."

Frank replied, "Can I spank you first?"

"Frank, you are incorrigible. One day maybe, but that day is a lot of days off."

"You have just made my evening, little girl."

In exasperation, Antonia said, "Frank, stop it."

The four people in the van monitoring Frank's 'wire' laughed at the way he kept the young woman off balance, while doing his job superbly. While no business was being talked about at this gathering, Frank mentioned the people he saw, while he was there. It was only a gathering of the two families, and no other business associates attended. However, Frank had this enormous desire, to take a big shit, and get rid of the eight inches of batteries, that were stuck up his rectum. He longed for the evening to end.

The wedding went off, without any problems, and the young couple departed that evening for Rome. Donna was ecstatic, and Vincent played his part, as the happily married husband, perfectly. He took his father's words to heart. "The 'Family' Must Come First; everything else comes second, "and Vincent had decided to become the ultimate team player.

As soon as they were settled in their suite, at the hotel, Vincent looked at Donna, wiggled his eyebrows at her, and said, "Wife, prepare for your husband."

"You have to catch me first, husband." 

However, instead of running away from him, she ran straight to him, and said, "Well, I guess you got me. Why don't we go to bed, and fool around."

"That sounds like a good plan to me."

They walked into the bedroom, hand in hand. They went to opposite sides of the bed and turn down all the covers, leaving just the bare sheet. Donna turned her back to Vincent and started to undress.

Vincent said, "Stop."

Donna turned to him and asked him what was wrong.

"You are so beautiful; I never want you to turn your back on me, when you undress. If I am not undressing you, I want to watch you as you do it. I want to watch every bit of your skin as it becomes visible to me. Whether it is now, when you are thin, or when you are heavy, with our child, I want to see every inch of your body, as it is exposed."

Donna blushed and hesitated.

Vincent decided to make it easy on her and went to her, kissed her sweetly and passionately, and started undoing the buttons of her blouse. When he was finished, he removed it from her shoulders, and kissed her bare skin, from her neck, around her bra, to her stomach.

Donna could feel her juices starting to flow as her husband made her feel so wonderful and wanted. She had wondered if what Vincent said about loving her was true, but now that she was married to him, and the way he was acting towards her, she was sure of his commitment.

Vincent unzipped her skirt and allowed it to fall to the floor. He lifted one foot at a time, removing her shoe as he went along, and clearing the skirt, as an obstacle. His eyes focused on the triangle of her panties and his mouth seemed to go there, automatically.

Donna grabbed his head, as her head arched backwards. This happened to her, only once before, and Vincent was the one who had driven her to ecstasy, by doing it. 

She begged him, "Vincent, let me lie down, or I will fall down. My legs have turned to jelly, because of what you are doing to me."

Vincent stopped, pulled off her panties, and sat her on the edge of the bed. He removed her bra and she was naked before him. Again, he told her how beautiful she was, and no other woman in the world compared.

"Vincent, you are still dressed. Let me help you, the way you helped me." She unbuttoned his shirt and removed it. Her hands played with his chest and arms, which are muscled and strong. She unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned the button on his slacks, and unzipped him. As his pants fell to the floor she kneeled down, unlaced his shoes, and remove them one at a time. She removed his socks and his pants. As her eyes moved back to level, they were staring at a bulge in his shorts. She had never handled one before, but now she was married and that taboo was no longer there. She lowered his shorts and there it was; his penis, dick, prick, cock, prong, and every other word, she had heard the other girls use, for this male appendage. 

Now she wanted to try some of the other things the girls talked about at school. She kissed the tip of it, felt it, and tasted a little fluid that leaked, from the tip. She knew what it was, and it did not taste as bad as some of the girls said it did. She licked the tip more, and heard Vincent moan. She knew she was doing something right. She licked the shaft on the bottom and on the top and Vincent, brushed his hands on her hair. She now had to take the final step. She opened her mouth and inserted the head of the beast into it. She closed her mouth around it, used her tongue to lick it and she heard another moan. She pushed more of it into the back of her mouth, and choked on it. She moved it forward and back, but not as deep and continued the motion, while using her tongue to bathe the monster, within her mouth, with moisture.

Suddenly, Vincent screamed, "I am going to cum."

Donna opened her mouth and waited for the explosion of his sperm to enter her mouth. She pumped his hardened flesh, and she felt it expand in her hands. She looked up at her husband, as he screamed, and came in her mouth, for the very first time. He seemed to cum forever, and even though she swallowed as fast as she could, some of his seed spilled onto her chest and breasts.

Vincent sunk to his knees and kissed her, before she had a chance to clean the mess from her mouth. She loved him, even more for it.

He asked, "Young woman, where did you learn to do that so well?"

Donna blushed, "I was an 'A' student, at school. I was an 'A' listener, at lunch. Girls love to talk about what they do to guys, and that was my first oral experience, ever."

"My love, you just earned another 'A'. Now, it is my turn, and I do not want to be graded on a curve; unless of course, it is the curve of your ass."

Donna smacked him on the arm, playfully, and scooted her body up onto the bed. Vincent was milliseconds behind her. He was determined to give her, as well as he had just received. 

He kissed her passionately, looked deeply into her eyes, and kissed each individually. He kissed her cheeks, her ears, moved to her neck and listened to her response in each area. He memorized the areas she liked best and moved lower until he captured a nipple in his mouth. Donna arched her body off the bed, and moaned with joy, as she pressed Vincent head tighter to her body. While his mouth was attached to her breast, his right hand was playing, with the curls of her pubic hair. He had seen enough porn to wonder what she would look like bare, and he was the one that was going to shave her. She would look very pretty pink.

As he switched to the other breast, his hand smoothly, between the furloughs of her lips, and found her clit. 

Donna pressed her hips against his finger, wanting him to do more than just touch it. 

However, Vincent was in no hurry to bring her to climax and just rested his finger on the hood of her button.

Donna moved her hips against his finger more rapidly and Vincent lightened his touch, so she received no additional benefit from her movement.

She said, "Vincent, please help me."

Vincent removed his mouth from her breast and asked, "What is it that you want help with, Donna?"

"You know what I need, help me please."

"Donna, I have no idea what you need. You are going to have to say it for me to give it to you."

"I need to orgasm."

"I do not understand the word orgasm. What does that mean?"

"You are a bastard, Vincent."

"I am not, Donna. I know my father and mother."

"I am not going to say it."

"If you do not say it, you are not going to get it." After he said that he rubbed his finger on her clit a few times and he felt Donna's body react.

"Vincent, you are cheating. You did enough of that at school."

"I am never going to cheat on you; ever. Now tell me what you need?"

"Do you promise you never are going to cheat on me?"

Vincent put his hand on her belly, and said, "I swear on our baby."

Donna smiled and kissed her husband and said into his ear, "Help me cum."

"Now that I can understand, but there is one other word you need to say, before I give in, and it is not 'Oral Experience.' What is it called Donna?"

"I am going to murder you, when this is over Vincent."

"You are not, my love. Say that 'One Little Word' and I will bring you to the heights of ecstasy."

"I went to the same Catholic school you did. They taught us 'not' to say those words."

"Donna, we are out of school. We are adults, and we are married. When you say that word, I am going to lick your cunt, until you have what you want."

"No more tricks, Vincent?"

"No more tricks."

Donna turned red as she prepared to say it. "Blowjob, Vincent. I gave you a blowjob."

Vincent did not respond. He moved quickly down her body, spread her legs, and blew a warm current of air into her vagina. Her petals seemed to open as a flowers and dew formed on the inside of her lips. His tongue moved up one labia lip and down the other.

Donna loved what he was doing, but she was impatient. She needed; no, she wanted her orgasm, now. She yelled at Vincent, "Stop fooling around, and give me what I want. You promised me."

Vincent went in for the kill. His tongue entered her sheath, and his thumb pressed on her clit, hard.

Donna responded with a loud, "Yes," to Vincent's attack and she grabbed his hair to keep him where he was. She rocked her hips vertically, horizontally, and in circles, to get, as much pleasure out of what he was doing to her as possible; and she loved what he was doing. Now, she knew why many of the girls, at school, did not wait to have sex, before marriage. She was one of the unlucky few that got pregnant. As she looked down, between her thighs, at her husband, she did not feel so unlucky.

She felt it in her stomach first, and then the tension moved down her body to her legs. She no longer had control of her hips; they would only go vertically. She humped at Vincent's face, with all the force she could muster, while holding him in position with her hands. When Donna's orgasm hit her, her body froze, her hips were up, her head was back, and her legs were stiff as steel. She screamed as loud as she could, and a stream of fluid exited her body as if she were peeing, then, she collapsed.

Moments later, when she recovered, she looked down and saw Vincent, still between her thighs. His face, hair, and chest were soaked. She asked, "What happened to you?"

Vincent said, "You never told me you squirted."

"I did what?"

"Donna, when you came, you squirted your fluids all over me, just like I came for you. It was wonderful, and I have never had that happen, with any other woman before you."

"I guess that is agood thing then?"

"It was a wonderful thing. I will make it my business, and my pleasure to give you many more opportunities to do that again."

"Vincent, I think you need a shower."

"Great, we can make love for the first time, in there." Vincent grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the shower.

Donna screamed, "Vincent, you need a shower, not me."

"You can wash my front, while I will wash yours. We will have so much fun, and you will love it."

"I can see I have a lot to learn from you."

"Yes, Donna, and you have a lifetime to learn it." The newlyweds were in the shower for over an hour washing each other and making love. The best part was this was a Five-star hotel, and they never ran out of hot water.