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Having Fun with Dycke and Payne

By: Prolonged_Debut10



Edited by Lunarosa


The Schneider's moved into a very large house, on an oak-lined street, in the suburbs of the city of capital of West Old Dominion State, South Carolina, when their son, Dycke was fourteen years old. All the other houses in the area were nearly the same as theirs, so no one had much more or less than anyone else. During the next four years of his life, Dycke learned to run far and fast because of an accidental mispronunciation of his name. A teacher called him "Dycke Schneider" during roll call and the class roared with laughter. He corrected her immediately, but it was too late. From that day on, everyone called him 'Dyke.'


He wanted to hang around with all the other guys in his area but they were all bigger and heavier than he was. Dycke was 5' 5" and weighed in at one hundred and forty pounds, soaking wet. When he tried out for the Junior Varsity football team, when he was a freshman, all he ever heard was "Let's run over Dyke!" They did, almost to the point of injury. His peers were more than 5' 10" tall and weighed more than one hundred and eighty pounds, so he started avoiding them on all the athletic fields. He was not immune to them even in gym class. They came after him like he was on the day's menu. To survive he learned to run fast and far. He was able to out run and out fox all of his tormentors, until they finally gave up trying. 

Coaches saw this scrawny looking kid outrun their wide receivers, tailbacks, center fielders and mid-fielders and wanted to know who he was and why he hadn't been playing any organized sports, yet? When they found out, they were livid and nothing they could do would change his mind. Dycke was of Dutch/German heritage and as stubborn as the year is long.

Bob Short made an appointment to meet with Chadwiche Schneider, at his architectural and engineering firm in Charleston. He wanted to speak with Dycke in a place where he would be most comfortable and out of the prying eyes of his peers, He told Chad the stories that flashed around the school about his sons speed and agility and what a waste it would be to see them go untapped. The coach was invited to the Schneider home on one condition: Chad Schneider wanted no undue pressure put upon his son during the conversation and whatever decision Dycke made that evening was final and no further attempt to change his mind would be made. The men stood and would meet again that evening, at 8p.m.

Bacillica Schneider was the manager of the Community Savings and Trust in North Charleston, S.C. She kept very regular hours and you could set your watch by her setting her foot in the front door of their home in the evening. Chad told that they were going to have an after dinner guest and not to advise Dycke about it because it was going to be somewhat of a surprise to him. He told her what it was about and she agreed.

At 8:05p.m. the doorbell rang and Chad let Coach Short in and led him into his office. He asked Bob if he would like a drink or coffee and Bob said that water would be fine. Chad went into the kitchen for two glasses of ice water. He pressed the intercom button on the telephone and asked Dycke to meet him in his office and returned there himself handing the coach his glass and sat down behind his desk. 

Dycke stuck his head into his dad's office wondering what was up and when he saw Coach Short sitting there his face went 'white.' His dad told him to relax. This was not going to be a hard sell. This is going to be a conversation between you and Coach Short and I am going to be here to make sure it stays that way. Okay? Dycke looked at his father and the over at the coach and said "Okay."

Bob Short started out by telling Dycke the story of his own childhood. He started out by say that he was always the smallest one in the group. The weakest one. The last one picked to play any game. The last one allowed on the school bus and often made to stand because the bigger kids would hog all the seats. Even as he grew older, They got bigger and he didn't. He stopped growing where he is today and they grew into giants. The coach told Dycke that before the schools banned it for being too violent, there was a game called "Dodge Ball." You had a round rubber ball, approximately. Twelve inches in diameter, that your grasp with one hand. All the kids in the class would stand, in a circle about 25 in diameter. The object was to throw the ball and hit someone on the far side of the circle and that person would be out of the game. The circle would get smaller and smaller until only two people remained and the circle was only ten feet in diameter. Then the winner would be declared after the last person was hit by the ball. 

The other kids hated him because they could never hit him. He was able to tumble. Tuck, dip and slide away from that ball and won nearly every time they played. This got him into more trouble with the big guys then he was in before. Dycke had to start running for his life every time they saw him. He had to stop taking the school bus because when he did the other kids would beat him up. So, he ran to school every day. A coach saw him run by his car on the way to school, one morning and recognized him. He had Bob called to his office and asked him if he had tried out for any of the team sports? Bob told him that he had not and the reasons for it. The Coach told Bob to come with him and brought him out to the track area of the school and introduced him to the schools track coach. He said "Coach! I have a winner for you." 

Coach Short said "Dycke, one day I'll take you to my home and show you some of my trophies. Most of them are in storage gathering dust, but I keep my Olympic Silver Medal at home to remind me of how far I went from being mugged by my classmates to the Summer Olympics in Los Angeles."

Dycke's eyes bugged out of his head. He looked at his diminutive coach, who no one at school ever talked about and could not believe he was looking at an Olympic Silver Medalist. Dycke, finally, asked the coach what he wanted from him? The coach said to him that he hadn't even seen him run, yet, so how would he know? 

Dycke looked at his dad, who just shrugged and then back to the coach and said the word destined to change his life "When?" 

Coach Short said "I will pick you up, at 5a.m., Saturday."

Dycke yelled "5:00a.m. Are you crazy? It's Saturday." 

The coach replied calmly, "You don't want to let anyone see you trying out for the track team, do you?"

Dycke said "Screw them, coach. I'll run for you tomorrow, after school."

Coach Short looked over at Chad Schneider and said "It works every time!"

2. Payne Temple

Payne Temple looked out her bedroom window from the second floor of her family's home wondering why life had been so cruel to her. She had a good personality, was a straight "A" student, on the Debate Team and had a 176 bowling average. She had a nice smile and a long lean body but at eighteen, she had never had a date and was still a virgin. Payne knew why, of course, the accident that had nearly killed her entire family three days after her and twin brother, Steven, was born, had taken away whatever facial characteristics and beauty away from her. The accident occurred two blocks away from where she was born and their lives were spared because there located just five blocks further away was a fire station. Spared? Yes. Unscathed? No.

Her parents' cars had been hit, broadside, by thieves driving a stolen vehicle, at speeds in excess of one hundred miles per hour. The thieves were being chased by police, both on the ground and in the air. They had robbed a high end jewelry store and killed all the occupants within. They were determined not to get caught and go to prison, again. They got their wish. When the Camry they had stolen hit the Lincoln Town Car, all four of the occupants died, either on impact or in the fireball that engulfed the car, short afterwards.

The Town Car is what save the Temple family from more serious harm and even death. The Camry had been traveling at seventy-five miles per hour, when trying to cross the intersection against a red light. Their car hit the hit the Lincoln's heavy steel framed center post and framing and pivoted backward toward the right rear door and over the back of the car, before rolling several times and exploding. It was the forward momentum of the Camry and the twisting of the metal inside the Lincoln that caused severe damage to Payne and her family.

All the Temple's had broken bone and lacerations from flying glass, except for Steve, who received just minor facial injuries. Payne was in the right rear seat. She received the most severe injuries of all and was flown to the University Hospital for treatment, where her prognosis was not good. The doctors believed she was bleeding internally. Her face had been smashed to the point, she was nearly unrecognizable and every limb on her body was broken. They decided the bleeding was her most immediate threat and set about to find its cause. Scans were taken of her entire body, all five pounds two ounces of it, to see if they could find and repair her damaged organs. Her heart, spleen and lungs were intact but there was a little blood in Payne's intestines. Considering all her other problems, the doctors decided not to operate but instead put Payne on Plasma and coagulating medications in an attempt to stop the leakage and save her life. They were extremely happy when the medications worked, quickly. They put Payne's body into a tiny hard cast, leaving her a little room to grow. She was put into the Pediatric ICU unit, as another team of surgeons tried to come to a decision on how to repair Payne's severely damaged face.

Piker, Alletta and Steven Temple were taken to Charleston West Regional Hospital for surgery and care of their injuries. The senior partner of the Piker's Law Firm, Arthur Ravage, was with Piker and his family, when word reached them about Payne's condition.

Arthur Ravage had eaten more doctors for breakfast than he cared to think about, but now he had to rely on them to save the daughter of his friend and partner. He told the doctors at University Hospital, if they needed anything they did not have, to let his firm know and the firm would get it for them, whether it was a specialist, equipment or anything else. He told them "Do not Guess! "Do not Screw Up. Know what you need. Know what you have to do. Our firm will get you anything you want."

The doctors at University Hospital did as much as they could. They saved Payne's life. They looked around the country and the western world for ideas to reconstruct her face and the most brilliant minds in the field of medicine came back to the same conclusion: Payne was too young to undergo any form of reconstructive surgery. She would have to wait until the bones in her face had achieved enough mass and strength to be put back together properly. It could be between sixteen and twenty years before that would happen. In the meanwhile, form her face as delicately as possible, around the facial structure that remained. Not one physician sent a bill for his or her services after looking at this baby's face.

Six weeks after being placed in her body cast, Payne was cut free from her little cocoon. She screamed at the top of her lungs for her freedom and when she got it she did not calm down until she was in her mother's arms, sucking on her nipple and soaking in a warm bath. She nursed as she fell asleep but refused to release the nipple from her mouth. Every time her mother tried to remove Payne from her breast, she would start to nurse again. Piker brought Steven over to his wife and now she had both babies nursing at her breast. Piker smiled at the scene and started taking pictures as Alletta glared menacingly at him. 

The doctor's had a conference with the Temple's, before making any commitment on how to approaching the surgery for Payne's face. She was now healthy enough to undergo the rigors of the operation, but her parents had to know, from the beginning, that the outcome was not going to be good and why. They showed the Temple's the stack of opinions they had received from all over the world in reference to operation and the decision was unanimous: Payne was too young to undergo any form of reconstructive surgery. The Temple's were crushed by the news that their daughter would be disfigured for all of her childhood years. Their only hope would be that at some future date she would be able to recover what their horrible accident had taken away from their daughter. The Temple's were given two choices for Payne's future care: Both of their recommendations were for hospitals with impeccable credentials and staffs with worldwide recognition. One hospital was in New York City and part of the states college system. The other was Duke Hospital in Durham, North Carolina. The Temple's chose Durham because of its closer proximity to Charleston and the trinity of doctors that would be working on Payne throughout the course of her treatments. 

Over the next eight summers and five operations, the best the team of doctors could do for Payne was to make her face relatively flat but ovally shaped but with nearly no definition at all. Her nose was but a slightly downward bump on a featureless plain. Her doctors kept telling Payne, if they tried to do anymore, that in the long run, it would do more harm than good. It was very little consolation to an eight-year-old girl, with very few friends and others who made fun of her every day of her life. It was tough going and it would get tougher as she grew older. Payne knew she would have to develop a confident attitude to make it through the years ahead. She hoped the doctors were right when the said that one day she would be morph. like a caterpillar into a beautiful butterfly.

3. The Race had to be run.

By his senior year in high school Dycke had become one of South Carolina's elite long distance runners. He loved to run. He loved everything about it. Well, almost. He still hated athletes. They were cruel, merciless and useless human beings as far as he was concerned. Even his teammates hated him, most of the time. Coach Short had to make a code of conduct for the squad, concerning their treatment of Dycke, and that ticked them off more. Dycke was the teams' only consistent winner and his teammates were always demeaning him, on and off the track. With him, they had made the state finals as a team. Without him, at best, the team was a middle of the road finisher. Coach Short had thrown off a lot of good runners from the team because of their treatment of Dycke and this made him special. Even though he didn't act special, everyone knew he was coach's per project and that made them angry. The regular season was over. The regional meets were over. They were here in the State Finals and Coach Short sat them down and talked to them and asked them a bunch of questions:

"Who runs the hundred meters?" Two hands were raised.

Coach asked "Are you two angry with each other?" 

"No Coach" they said.

"Then why are you angry at Dycke? He doesn't run the Hundred."

The two looked at each other and said to the coach "I don't know."

The coach said "I'm not going to go throw these questions out to each of you, but I want you to think about this: Does Dycke run anything shorter than a mile? Does he throw the shot put? The discuss? The javelin? The high jump? If not, why are you guys' on his case? He is the only reason we are here. I'm not asking you to kiss his butt. I'm not even asking you to be nice. Just don't be confrontational with him all the time. Give him a break guys, pleases. Now lets go out there and do your best and see if we are the best of the eight teams the state has assembled here. Okay? 

The team responded with a rousing okay and started for the warmup area just as Dycke walked into the locker room to get changed. He heard the cheer and saw the team file out and he asked the coach if he was late?

Coach Short told him that he was right on time, as usual, but he told the rest of the team to report early because he wanted to talk to them without him present.

Dycke said "Coach, the season is over after this meet. It really doesn't matter anymore."

Coach Short said "It matters to me and it will matter to them as they start to grow up. Now get changed and go warm up. The five thousand goes off first."

Today began the final test for these student athletes: The State Finals in Track and Field Events. South Carolina fields its best eight teams from top point totals from statewide competitions. In this event, however, each winner and the overall winner would be the State Champion. Best of all, this year the meet was being held in the Columbia, the capital of South Carolina.

Fort Dorchester and Northwood Academy had a competitive history, going back seventeen years, with Dycke's Dorchester team with a slight advantage. He intended to keep it that way. Unlike other track events, running the mile or longer is a mental game, as much a physical event. Runners want to keep their opponents thinking one thing while doing something else or to do exactly what the opponent is thinking, without letting the opponent know it, until it is too late: Drive the opponent crazy and he will lose the race, all by himself.

Coach Short warned Dycke about two runners that could cause him trouble in the upcoming 5000-meter race. Harry Rodgers from Sumter High School and Steve Payne from Northwood Academy. Harry was easy to see. He was a tall lanky African-American, with legs that looked like they went to his shoulders. He was about 6'2" and maybe 200 pounds. Dycke said to himself "Thank goodness it's hot today." 

Steve was still in his warm up jacket and Dycke could only see the bottom half of him. His legs were lean but muscular, like his, and were about the same height as Dycke was now, about 5'10". He thought this guy might be fun to race with. 

Coach Short came over to Dycke and told him that everyone he had spoken to had bad-mouth Temple because he had a tendency to slow down at the end of races when he felt he had them won. Dycke nodded to his coach and told the coach that instead of taking the lead, as he normally did, he was going to run in the middle of the pack until about the 4000-meter mark. He would then cozy up to the leader's shoulder and see what happens.

As Dycke went onto the track to loosen up with the other seven runners, he remembered a rerun of an old Bill Cosby show he had watched with his parents. Cosby was to play racquetball against an opponent who was better than he was. He decided to try to psych the guy out by acting injured. He moaned and groaned, while grabbing his right arm until the other player bought into his act. Cosby, of course, won the match. Dycke grinned and started kneading his left quadriceps deeply. He stretched it, kneaded it and stretched it again. He sat down to take off his sweat pants and while on the ground he leaned forward and grabbed his toes, grunted and grabbed his thigh. His coach ran over to him and asked him if he was okay? Dycke said, just loud enough for everyone to hear, "Coach, I'll do the best that I possibly can."

The runners were called to the line and the gun sounded. Everyone waited for Dycke to take the lead but he did not. Usually, Dycke was the rabbit. He always set a pace that was so grueling that only the elite runners stayed with him and the other fell by the wayside. Yet, here he was, mired in the middle of the pack, looking like he was laboring, and the race was just beginning. After four years of losing to this bastard, the other runners thought, they were finally going to get their revenge and beat him.

The runners started to thin out into a long line, with Dycke in fifth place about 20 yards behind the leader. Harry Rodgers' had pulled out of the race because of leg cramps, so there were only seven runners remaining. 


Having Fun with Dycke and Payne Ch. 02



6. Senior Payne's

The Northwood Academy debate team went to Southeast Regional Debate Championships at the end of the fall semester of her Payne's senior year. Payne and her partner Agnes were to present the rebuttals for their four-member team. Agnes was not beautiful, but she was far from being ugly. They had been through many debates together. Each added to the other's strengths and shored up the others weaknesses. At their own school, they were referred to as, "Uglier and ugliest, or simply 'The Ugly Sister'." However, when it came to debating, they were among the very best.

Many teams were eliminated from the competition as the weekend went on. The two finalists for the southeast region debate championship were Northwood Academy and Geese Creek High Schools. 

During a break in the competition and before the final rebuttal arguments, Payne and Agnes overheard the four Geese Creek team members talking about them. "They are so ugly," one said," Shit comes out of their mouths when they speak." The other three members laughed and continued throwing vile epithets at both Agnes and Payne. Filthy words coming out of the mouths of people, who should know better and be better than that. 

Payne had to grab Agnes by the mouth to keep her quiet. She took her hand and found the proctor of the Geese Creek team. They told him what they had overheard and they asked him that no matter what he decided to do, he not do it until after the competition had been decided. Win or lose, it was Agnes and her right to face them down, on their own. The proctor agreed.

Forty-five minutes later, after the judges had tallied their scores, they announced that Northwood Academy was the tournament winner and called the team up to present them with their trophy.

After the polite applause had died down, the judges called for the Geese Creek team to come up and get the second place trophy. As the Team stood up and approached the dais, their proctor stood up and told the judges that his team was disqualified. They were going to be suspended from school, for a minimum of five days due to immoral conduct and other disciplinary action may be taken, later. He asked that the trophy be given to the third place team or be withheld completely.

After the short Christmas break, Payne knew the remainder of her senior year was going to be hell. Agnes had moved to Fresno, California, because her father, a naval aviator, and he had been transferred to the new Naval Advanced Training and Weapons Base there. Lemoore Naval Air Station was the Navy's new "Top Gun" training base and Agnes' dad was chosen to be as an instructor. He would relocate there for three years, so his family had to relocate with him.

Payne lost Agnes, the only person who would openly talk with her. She was the only female remaining on the debate team and she decided that it was too much maladjustment and too much testosterone for her to deal with on her own, so she resigned. She had not heard from Cynthia since the day she left her house. She had not seen her at school, either. However, that was not unusual because of their schedules and different classes. She decided to give her a call and see what was going on. 

As Payne looked around her high school campus, it looked like everyone had been bitten by the "Love Bug!" It appeared that everyone "Gay or straight" was paired up now. Steve, was always paired up, "But, boy was he paired up now," Payne thought. Julie was not only the head cheerleader but also, the homecoming queen." Payne grinned when she thought at how many hearts she must have broken when she picked Steve. As far as Payne knew, this was the first time she had seen Julie, openly holding onto a boy, in public. Her brother must be something else, entirely!

The more Payne looked and walked around the campus, the lonelier and more isolated she felt. She was still the butt of everyone's insults and jokes, not that she had not heard them thousands of times before, but now they came as pairs walked by her. Payne decided on a course of action that was radical for her. She was going to try to raise her grade point average high enough to be class valedictorian. She was ranked fifth in the school now, so she would really have to put in some hours on the books to get to the top. She would have to change some classes to college level courses also, to pick up some extra points, but that would be no problem. Payne was determined to stand at the podium, make her speech, and end it all by saying to her classmates "For what you have done to me, during my high school years, Fuck All You Lowly Bastards!"

7. Dycke's Party

In his community, when a teenager was invited to an 18th birthday party, the parents were invited also. It has been this way ever since he could remember and tonight was no exception. There were rules that worked to the benefit: both the teenagers and the parents. 

Rule #1: No teenagers allowed inside the house unless escorted by a parent. 

Rule #2: No parents allowed in the backyard unless escorted by a teenager. 

Rule #3: Teenagers are not allowed to leave the lighted areas of the backyard at any time!

As long as these rules were obeyed, a limited amount of beer and wine would be supplied, along with the non-alcoholic beverages, food, and desserts to the teens.

"Happy Birthday" was sung for Dycke and the age defined groups headed to their individual parties. Dycke had twenty-three people at the outside party and as he looked around, he saw that there were more girls than boys at his party. He felt that should work in his favor. There was a dance floor set up and Dycke had his Bose Sound System blasting the music they all loved. 

His neighbors Wesley and Grover were doing what they best "Eating" and anyone would think they had not eaten in a week; by the way, they were going at it. Roger was dancing with his girlfriend, Seneca. Donald and his steady, Paloma, were making out. Several other people were trying to hook up with some other girls from the neighborhood and Dycke was standing alone, as usual.

Steve Temple walked over to Dycke, shook his hand, wished him a happy birthday, and asked, "What college Dycke was going to attend." 

Dycke told his running rival that he had not committed yet, and why did Steve want to know.

Steve told him that he wanted to make sure not to go to the same college as Dycke, just so he could race against him again and beat him into the dust! 

Dycke asked Steve if he was going to remember to look over his right shoulder the next time they raced against each other.

Steve flinched and said, "Did you have to bring that up?"

"It's my birthday I can do or say anything that will make me happy!"

Steve said, "Remember Dycke, you only beat me in the mile by 1.4 seconds. I can pick that up in a heartbeat."

Dycke said, "I hate to burst your bubble Steve, but I started coasting at the three quarter mile point!" As soon as Dycke said this, he started to run for cover.

Steve playfully yelled "You son of a bitch!" and sprinted after him. Dycke tried to avoid a girl seated at a table by far side of the pool but when Steve grabbed him, they both fell right over her and took her with them directly into the pool. There was screaming and yelling all over the backyard.

The girl yelled "Steve, you idiot, look what you've done to my dress and shoes! I'm going to kill you for this."

Dycke was trying to get over to the girl to help her out of the pool but she wanted no part of him. 

Steve started helping her up the wall of the pool but both of them slipped back into it. Two large hands grabbed her from above and pulled her to safety. After she was safe, Dycke's dad grabbed him by his arm and pulled him out. Some person grabbed Steve and pulled him out of the pool. 

Dycke looked down and this poor girl, who was still covering her face. He wanted to say that he was sorry but his dad held him back, as both his and her mother took the soaked girl into the house. 

Mr. Schneider told the kids, in the backyard, to continue to have a good time and that his son 'might' be back, later. The two culprits were then ushered into the house, for interrogation.

After a quick change of clothing, Steve gave a detailed explanation of what had happened to both fathers. 

Dycke corroborated Steve's story and said that it was as much his fault as Steve's. 

Mr. Temple asked Steve "What are you going to do about your sister? We basically had to drag her here."

Dycke looked at Steve. "That was your sister? Boy you are up the Creek!"

Steve looked right back and asked, "What's wrong with my sister?"

Dycke looked at Steve questioningly. He then said "If he ran over either one of his sisters, he would still be running." 

Steve laughed at that, then he became serious and told Dycke about the accident, and why his sister, who Dycke discovered was named Payne, was covering her face as she was led away from the scene of the pool mischief. 

Dycke uttered "Oh Shit!" 

His dad slapped him on the back of his head. 

"Sorry!" Dycke said. 

"Forgiven!" his dad said.

They sat there for a long time and Dycke asked Mr. Temple if he could go up to apologize to Payne for his behavior. 

Piker Temple looked at him for a second and said he did not think that it would be a very good idea.

From the corner of the room, a woman's voice said, "I think it is a great idea!"

Mr. Temple looked around and said "Alletta, are you sure? She will probably rip his head off. I know if Steve went in there right now, his head would be the first thing that would come out!"

Alletta Temple laughed and said, "That's why we are sending Dycke in first!" 

Dycke's eyes rolled back in his head. His parents were laughing and he now suspected his college days might no longer be ahead of him.

Dycke's dad stood him up, clapped him on the back and said "Its' been fun son" and pushed him towards the stairs. He walked towards the stairway and up towards his parent's room to meet his fate.

Alletta Temple told everyone to stay seated. She said that in about a minute or so, there was going to be a very loud scream and she would take care of things before anyone got hurt. With that, she slowly went to the stairs and watched as Dycke entered his parents' bedroom.

His parent's bedroom door was slightly open, so Dycke just put his head down, walked in, and closed the door behind him. As he turned around, Payne walked out of the bathroom "totally naked." Dycke's eyes sprang open and his mouth said, "My god you are beautiful!" 

Payne screamed and put the towel in front of her. She screamed at him, again and said "What the fuck are you doing here." 

Dycke replied, "I came up to apologize for my behavior and for knocking you into the pool."

She asked him "Did you have to do that while I was naked?"

Dycke said "I did not know you were going to be naked but you are truly beautiful, naked or not."

Payne asked him if he was blind. He said "No."

She asked him if he was sure.

He replied "Yes."

"Have you looked at my face?" Payne asked.

"I am looking at it right now," Dycke said.

Alletta opened the bedroom door and said, "This has worked out well!" 

Payne looked at her mother and said, "What?"

"Dycke's mom and I had tried to figure out a way for you two to meet. It was supposed to happen tonight but it was not supposed to be like this. However, now you two are talking and that is the hardest part for both of you. I am going to leave you two alone to get acquainted." I'll be back later." Payne's mother closed the door quietly as she left the room.

Payne stood there and asked Dycke, "How was it that I wound up in the water? 

"It was entirely your brother's fault. Steve can't take a joke," Dycke said. 

Payne asked him to explain how it was "All Steve's Fault!" 

Dycke said "Steve came over to me and told me that he did not want to go to the same college as I did, because he wanted to beat me in another competition. He said to me 'Dycke, you only beat me in the mile by one point four seconds.' I said to your brother, the only reason it was one point four seconds is I coasted from the three quarter mark!' Then, I started to run away because I knew what Steve's reaction was going to be. 

When I saw you sitting by the corner of the pool, I slowed down to avoid running into you. Steve did not slow down. You going into the swimming pool is the direct result of Steve wanting revenge."

Payne laughed and said to Dycke "You didn't fight fair."

Dycke said, "I always fight fair and I fight to win."

"Oh, by the way, you do realize you are still naked, not that I mind?"

She looked down at herself and realized that after her mother left the room, she had been holding he towel leisurely by her side.

Dycke thought she was stunning and wanted to jump across the room and kiss, touch and lick every part of her body. He wanted to do things with Payne Temple he had only dreamed about so far in his life, but he stayed still. He waited for the second realization of her nakedness to hit her and the scream that would follow but it never came. He waited a while longer and the room was still silent. He kept looking at Payne: She was about 5"8' tall and about 130 to140 pounds, he guessed. He was happy she was not one of those stick figure he saw at school every day, who ate grass-like substances for lunch. Her breasts where perfect half grapefruits, standing high on her chest with gumdrop like nipples eagerly waiting to be sucked upon. She had very little hair near her vagina and it was perfectly trimmed for any bikini she might like to wear. Her legs were long lean runners' legs, with long thigh and calf muscles instead of body-builder bulk. Payne, also, had big feet and long toes. "There was absolutely nothing dainty about Payne Temple." Dycke was very aware of the effect she was having on him and was having a hard time concealing it.

One of them had to make the first move and Dycke decided that it was going to be him. He moved slowly around his parents' bed and as he reached her, he heard a squeak, like a little birds first sound. He realized it could have come from either of them because it did not seem like either of them was breathing. As he reached her, he took the towel from her hand and draped it around her shoulders and across her breasts. He needed her to feel comfortable. She looked into his eyes as he looked into hers. Soft hazel into sky blue, eyes that bonded two souls together in an instant of time. They smiled at each other and Dycke kissed Payne, softly. 

Payne kissed Dycke back, leaned into him, and held onto him for dear life. He whispered into her ear "Payne, you are the first girl I have ever kissed." Payne thought he was just being nice and said so. Dycke said to her "Payne, I have never gone out on a date. I have never had a girlfriend and until this moment, I had never kissed a girl." 

Payne was about to ask "Why" when there was a knock on the bedroom door and she took the towel that was around her shoulders and wrapped it around her body and yelled, "Come in, mother."

Mrs. Temple walked into the room and said "Oh good! I see you two are getting to know each other."

"Yes we are mother." Payne said. "Are my clothes dry, yet?"

"Yes they are. I will bring them right up. If that is what you want?"

"Yes, mother, now please!" Alletta Temple left to get her daughters' clothes immediately.

"Dycke, why have you never dated or had a girlfriend or anything?" Payne asked.

Dycke said to her "Look at me. I am 5'10" and on a good day, I weigh one hundred and seventy pounds. Girls want to be seen at the beach with the big muscled guys with the bronze tans. They do not want to be seen with a guy that is pale as a ghost and looks like a wimp. Besides my outward appearance, I am also a nerd. I love math and science big time. I am a member of the chess, math and science clubs, so most of my free time is spent studying or running."

Payne said, "That's dumb of the girls but great for me she said."

Dycke said "For me, too!"

Mrs. Temple walked back into the room with Payne's clothes and asked "Dycke are you coming over for lunch tomorrow?"

He replied, "I'd love to, if it's alright with my folks."

"It is." She said, quickly. Payne just looked at him and smiled.

Dycke asked Payne what she would like to do tomorrow night. The Junior Dance Club at his school was open or a movie was another choice, if she wanted. 

She told him she had never learned how to dance to the first dances.

He said to her "Do you mean you would punish me all night long by putting your body against mine as we slowly dance together?"

She punched him hard on his left arm. As he was grabbing that arm and saying ouch, Mrs. Temple said that he should leave while Payne dressed. 

Dycke said he thought it might be a better idea is he stayed.

Mrs. Temple exclaimed "Why?" 

Dycke replied with a sly grin, "I might not recognize Payne with her clothes on!"

Two shoes flew at him as he tried to escape from his parent's bedroom, but both hit their target with great force and accuracy.

When he got to the dining room, he was still holding the back of his head and his left arm was still aching. Dycke's mother asked him what was wrong. 

Dycke tried to escape without an answer but his dad told him to answer his mother. Therefore, he told her only about the parting remark and the results of what had happened in her bedroom. 

His mother came over to him and smacked him on the back of his head adding insult to injury. Both dads', who were in the room and Steve, laughed at Dycke's expense, again.

When Mrs. Temple walked into the room, with Payne, she asked, "What was so funny?" Bacillica Schneider turned to her and just said "Men!"

Alletta Temple simply replied "Oh."

Dycke looked around the room pretending not to see Payne and asked Mrs. Temple when Payne was coming down. With that remark, 130 pounds of female fury hit him like a Mack truck. It was not a fair fight and he said so. He was sitting down and she had all the advantage. She beat the crap out of him while all Dycke was doing was laughing and trying to protect him.

Steve stood up, shook his head, and went out to rejoin the teenage party. Dycke's and Payne's parents and 46 other friends and guests continued to mingle and eat and enjoy the festivities. 

Mr. and Mrs. Temple thought that Payne's attempt at beating Dycke's brains in was a wonderful way for her to work off her frustrations and for him to learn not to take her for granted.

After about three minutes, Dycke sensed that Payne was tiring, so he cheated. He kissed her. This threw her off guard and while she was confused, Dycke grabbed her, put her face down on the floor and he started to tickle her. She screamed as she had upstairs but this time no one came to her rescue. Payne wiggled like a wet worm, which was very unfair to Dycke because her ass was aligned perfectly with his cock. The invectives started and she yelled that he did not fight fair, all the while screaming from his tickling attack. 

Dycke asked Payne, "Do you give!"

"Never!" she said.

"Great!" Dycke replied.

Dycke started moving his right hand lower and along her rib cage, still tickling her. 

She yelled, "You wouldn't dare!" 

He said, "I will if you do not give in." His right hand continued to move closer to the side of her right breast. 

"You don't fight fair!" Payne screamed.

He said, "You already said that. I always fight fair and I fight to win!" His fingers moved to within a millimeter of her right breast and he could feel her body tense. 

Payne yelled, "I give up." 

Dycke asked, "What had happened to Never."

She rolled over still between his knees and looked up at him with stream in those wonderful eyes and he said to her "I know, I know, I don't fight fair" and he laughed.




Having Fun with Dycke and Payne Ch. 02



With that, she shoved him over, climbed on top of him, and said, "Just remember, Dycke, 'It ain't over til the fat lady sings' and there are no fat ladies here!" Then she kissed him. He kissed her back, helped her up and they went outside to rejoin his birthday party, which was in full swing.

8. After-Shocks 

Dycke had finished mowing the lawn, washing down the mower, cleaning the driveway and sidewalk, when his, extremely unhappy mother walked out of the garage and stood in the morning sun, glaring at her son. He looked at his mother and knew he was in trouble, but in his most high-spirited voice, he said "Good morning mom!" 

"Don't you good morning me, mister! You started mowing the lawn when it was still dark outside. You woke me up." 

He said he was sorry but he wanted to finish his chores early, so he could go over to the Temple's for lunch." 

Bacillica Schneider laughed to herself and said "Lunch is not until 1o'clock Dycke!" 

He said he knew that but he figured he would go over a little early so he and Payne could get to know each other a little better before that. 

Mrs. Schneider said under her breath "Men! " As she turned around to walk back into the house, "I wish I had met Alletta a few years ago. It would have made the life of our children so much easier." 

Alletta Temple is a LCSW (Licensed Clinical Social Worker) and her specialty is adolescents. She had tried her entire bag of tricks on Payne but without outside stimulus to help her, getting her to release her hostilities towards men was useless. She would not even try to start a conversation with any one of them and would just look down when in their presence. Then, one day, she had a problem with her business account at her bank and was referred to the bank manager, Bacillica Schneider. They realized they lived just a few miles away from each other but had not met because their children went to different schools. They got along famously and soon became friends. They began to talk about family problems and Alletta told Bacillica about the ordeal her daughter was still going through because of the accident that had happened on their way home from the hospital. 

When Alletta was done, Bacillica told the story of her husband having to name their son Dycke, the Dutch spelling of the name and the horror he has been going through ever since a teacher pronounced it, "Dyke!" Bacillica continued saying they had to spell the name that way because of a supposed inheritance Dycke would receive one day. She did not think it was that much but it was meant to be her son's and they wanted him to have whatever it was going to be. 

They continued talking over their children's problems and Alletta said, "I'll bet you a thousand dollars that they will be perfect for one another!" Bacillica looked at her new friend as if she was nuts but would not take the bet. She told Alletta about the upcoming party and the rules and after a few phone calls, they put a plan together they thought might work. 

Their two teenagers would get to know each other, while, accidentally, locked in the basement, getting more refreshments for Dycke's friends and would only be let out when some of their friends notice they were missing and raised a question as to their whereabouts.

Bacillica walked into the house grateful that she had not taken that bet because of the way her son was acting. She decided that when she went out shopping later she would pick-up a beginner's supply of condoms. She figured 100 should do it! "I think I'll call Alletta and see if she wants to 'cum' along for the ride!" she laughed. She called the Temple's home.

Payne picked up the phone saying "Morning, Dycke!" 

Bacillica smiled to herself and said "Sorry dear, Dycke is with his other love right now, he will see you later!" 

Payne said calmly, "Oh, he must be out running." 

"No dear, he is mowing the lawn," Bacillica said.

Payne laughed and asked, "Do you want to talk to my mom?" 

Bacillica said, "Yes dear, that would be nice!"

The two mothers spoke for a short time and made their plans for the day. They decided that two cars would be the best option and that they would meet at the edge of the South Windermere Mall. Alletta Temple was wondering what was so hush-hush that Bacillica did not want to talk about it on the telephone.

9. Off or On or Off

Dycke came in and cleaned up. At 9a.m., he could not wait any longer and called Payne to see if she was awake yet? 

Payne answered saying, "What took you so long?"

Dycke said he thought she still might be sleeping because she is a girl and it was Saturday and did not want to disturb her. He told her that he started mowing the lawn at 6:30 in the morning and had incurred the wrath of his mother because of it. "So, what gives" he asked. Should he go there, or can you come here, or what? 

Payne replied calmly, "Does that mean you will recognize me with my clothes on?" 

Dycke said to her that he would really like to see her naked, again, because she was beautiful that way, but, if she wanted, she could wear clothes. He really want to see her again and get to know you her better, so either way, he wanted to be with her. He told her that what he felt last night holding her, was better than beating her brother in the State Finals!" 

"If it was that good," Payne said, "you can come over, but my clothes will be on!" 

Dycke was off the phone without saying good-bye and out the front door. His car was boxed in by his father's and instead of playing around with them he decide to do what he did best. "Run!" 

13 minutes later, he knocked on the front door of Payne's home. Steve opened the door and looked around, did not see an unfamiliar car and said, "You ran here to see my sister?"

"It wasn't a run man, I didn't even break a sweat," Dycke grinned. 

Steve shook his head and led him into the house. Steve closed the door and rammed Dycke into a corner hard. "If you hurt my sister you will need a new pair of legs!" 

Dycke replied, "Steve, there is not one chance in a million, I could hurt Payne. She did something to my head last night and I am not talking about the little head. I couldn't get her out of his mind." 

Steve released him and said "Good, but, I still won't go to the same college you do." 

"Steve, do you know what college Payne is going to go to?" Dycke asked. 

Before Steve could answer, Payne said, "Why don't you ask me." 

He turned and saw Payne half way down the staircase. She looked stunning. Her hair and make-up were perfectly done. She wore a denim blouse, with a low V-neck to show just a hint of her creamy breast and a pair of jeans, that if she was comfortable in them, she surely was not making Dycke comfortable. "Well, ask me!" 

He stood there, as he had all his life when it came to girls, not knowing what to do or say. Steve, finally hit him, in the back of the head, and said "Speak, Rover, Speak!" 

Dycke said, "My god you are beautiful!" 

"You already said that, Payne replied, "but it's okay, you can say it anytime you want. I don't believe that I'll get tired of hearing it any time soon!" She came to him, kissed him, and held him as she did last night.

As we stood there holding each other, Payne's dad walked behind them and said that this was a high traffic area and we would have to take our statue impression to another room. Payne grinned at her dad and led Dycke to her room. When they got there, she closed and locked her door, lowered the shades on her windows and told him to take his shoes off and to lie down on her bed. She said to Dycke that all she wanted to do was talk and cuddle. 

He said that was fine with him but to watch out for roving hands because he had never been in this situation before and they might move on their own. 

She smiled and kissed him! She lay down on top of him and he knew she could tell the effect she was having on him but it felt like she did not care. Neither did he. She lied about only wanting to talk and cuddle as he felt her kiss his neck and her tongue licked around his ear. "Not Fair" Dycke said." "You can move your hands," she said. That's Fair he said. Dycke did not try to move her from on top of him. He knew whenever she was ready for him to touch those parts of her that were now hidden, she would, one day, allow him to touch those areas later. He would not have it any other way. Dycke's focus now, was on her sides, her back, and her luscious bottom. From her arms, to her waist, his fingers tested, teased, and pinched every inch available and while he was enjoying her body, Payne seemed to enjoy it because she was moaning his name into his ear.

While he was memorizing her body with his hands, Payne was testing, teasing, and biting his. She was moving her hips and moving across his groin feeling his hardness and keeping Dycke on the very edge. Only an insane man would put up with this torture: Insane or In Love! He could never hurt this woman, never. He would put up with this torment until she relieved him of it, or he did himself!

Then, there was a knock at her door. Payne put her head on his chest and yelled "yes mother!" 

Mrs. Temple said, "Your father and I are going out with Dycke's mom to do a little shopping. We will be back for lunch. Be decent when we get back!" 

Payne replied, "We are decent now mom!"

"Okay bye." 

"Parent's." Payne sighed! "They planned to throw us together and now they are trying to keep us apart." Dycke did not know the story, so Payne told him what her mother had told her. 

We heard her family's car drive off and with that, Payne looked at me, smiled, took her blouse out of her jeans, and unbuttoned it. She had a cute little cream-colored bra on and Dycke smiled when he saw it. Payne lay back down on top of him, kissed him, and said, "Now, where were we?" They resumed their memorizations of the others bodies but now he had the pleasure of touching her warm, smooth flesh. As his fingertips grazed her back, he could feel Payne reacting to the touch of his hands roaming over it. He moved his hands from her back to under her arms and down towards her breasts. Payne felt this move and stopped breathing. Dycke's fingers traced the outline of the bra to the sides of her breasts that were exposed and touch them. She moaned and tried to roll away from his hands, but as she rolled one way, she pressed the opposite breast harder into his other hand. 

He asked Payne, "Do you want me to stop playing with the sides of your breasts?" 

Haltingly, she said "No." 

Dycke continued to massage the sides of those fleshy orbs, never trying to go further than the areas that were exposed. Payne raised her head, looked into his eyes, and kissed him with all the stored up passion she had. Dycke turned her over onto her back and for the first time, he was on top of her. He grabbed her hands and held them out to her sides. "Payne" he said, "I'm in love with you. I've known you for less than a day, I don't know your middle name, your birthday, your favorite color, what flowers you like and a million other things I'm supposed to know before I say that but I am" and he kissed her not knowing what her what her reaction might be. 

She looked up at him and said, "I knew that yesterday Dycke, when you looked into my eyes and held me. I am in love with you, too. However, we have a very big problem that I will not be able to overcome Dycke. 

He asked her what problem was so big that their love for each other could not overcome. 

"Dycke" she said, "I cannot marry someone with a name like yours. Even if you change it, I would still know!"

With anger in his eyes and hurt in his voice, he said, "You won't marry me because my name is Dycke?" 

"Oh, No," she said, "It's not that I can't marry you because your name is Dycke, I can't marry you because your name is Schneider!" 

He looked down at her strangely for a moment before she burst out laughing!" It took him a second before he realized she was joking with him and then he started tickling her in earnest, all over again. This time it was directly on her skin, so it was even more fun and Payne screamed and laughed louder.

When her parents returned home, they had to use the access key to unlock the door to Payne's room because she did not answer their calls. They found both kids asleep, fully clothe. Payne was asleep on top of Dycke and his arms were wrapped tightly around her. They delayed lunch until 3p.m.!

10. Love & Parents

Payne surprised her parents with the rapidness of their admissions of love for each other. Her parents advised them to go slowly and learn more about each other because we were barely 18 and had a lot of living to do and a long lives ahead of us. They reminded us that college started in August and neither of us had committed, yet, and time was running short. We looked at each other and asked to be excused.

Alletta turned to Piker and said, "After what we saw Bacillica buy for Dycke today, I think it's about time I take Payne to the OB/GYN and get her started on birth control." 

Piker calmly sat there, looked Alletta in the eyes, and said "Dear, if I had waited for you to think of that, I could have been a grandfather by now. I took her to the doctor 3 years ago! She has been on the pill since then."

"What" she yelled, "and you didn't tell me, you son of a bitch as she attacked her husband with a fury." Piker had always known Payne had gotten her temper from her mother, so he sat there and protected himself from his wife's' punches.

Dycke and Payne were behind her locked bedroom door in deep conversation and did not hear the commotion going on downstairs. Payne asked Dycke "What colleges have you been accepted to?" 

Dycke replied, "I have athletic scholarships to North Carolina, Ohio State, and Penn. In addition, I have been accepted to Cooper Union to study engineering. 

"Shit" Payne said, "I didn't even apply to any of them. I have scholarships to Duke, NYU, Emory, and Georgetown. I want to study Law." 

Dycke said "Great! Payne you go to Duke and I'll go to North Carolina and we'll have to find a place to live somewhere near the middle." 

Payne said "What about the 1st year. All first year students have to live 'On Campus!" 

Dycke said shit, now. "Do you know how far away from each other they are", as he dropped his head in his hands and moaned. 

"No" Payne said. "It has taken me too long to find a man who could love me the way that I am and I don't want to be away from you. I will ask my dad if he will pay for my college, instead of accepting a scholarship. I am going to go wherever you go!" 

"No you won't!" Dycke said. "Do you realize what you would be giving up?" "Look at the experiences you will get at any of those great schools! North Carolina is a good school but it is not in the same league as any of the universities you got into!"

Payne cried, "Do you mean you would give me up?" 

"Never" Dycke said adamantly! "You will be the only woman I will ever truly love. I may make love to a thousand more but I will never love them as I love you today, tomorrow and the day I die." 

Payne gave him her most evil look. "Make love to them? We have not even made love, yet!" 

"That's not my fault," Dycke said. "We have only known each other for a day!" 

Payne reached for Dycke and placed his hands on her breast as she hugged him. "We have to think of something. I don't want to be away from you." She kissed him and said I love you and I do not want to lose you. 

Dycke loved the feel of Payne's marvelous breast and replied that he would hate to lose her, too!

She asked Dycke "How far is Duke from UNC?" 

Dycke released Payne's breast reluctantly and held her extremely tight because he knew what her reaction was going to be when he told her. 

"Ten Miles" he said. 

Payne screamed, "You son of a bitch you tricked me to get pity from me and to feel of my breasts!" She struggled to get out of his grasp but he wouldn't release her. 

Dycke kept kissing her and nipping at her neck trying to calm her down but so far, it was not working. "Letting me feel your breasts was your idea Payne. I neither asked nor hinted that I wanted to feel them, although the feeling was extraordinary" Payne redoubled her efforts to get free and he let her go, just to see how really angry she really was. As he did this, he said, "We could always have letters written by your doctors saying that due to your condition, you require a single occupancy room and if none is available you have to be allowed to live off campus!" Payne was getting ready to attack him with a flurry of punches, when her fury vanished and her eyes glazed over with the brilliance of his idea. Dycke continued saying, "Our parents can either help us pay for our living expenses, or we can get part time jobs to cover them. Payne hit him hard, kissed him, and pulled him down stairs to talk to her parents.

When Chad Schneider got home, his wife was sitting there with a brown paper bag on the kitchen table, sipping on a glass of wine and a half-empty bottle next to her. "I should have worked later," he said to himself. However, he put on his happy face and said to Bacillica "can I join you?" 

She said to him, "I think you had better get a tall glass, your bottle of scotch, a lot of ice, and some aspirin!" 

He did not like the sound of her voice, so he did exactly what she said, except he brought out the entire bottle of aspirin. He asked his wife what had happened "it's Saturday, I've only been gone for 5 hours!" 

"They are in love. She is going to Duke. He is going to North Carolina. They want to live together off campus. If the Temple's and we cannot help them, they will get part time jobs to support themselves. Do you want to know what really scares me?" 

Chad said "Of course!" 

Alletta told me that it took them less than twenty minutes to figure all this out. "I can't figure out what to wear on dress down Friday in less than an hour and they did all this in twenty fucking minutes!" his wife said. 

Chad took his glass, put some ice in it, nearly filled it with scotch took out four aspirins and popped them in his mouth and drank some of his scotch. Then he said, "That boy is going to be one hell of an engineer!" 

Bacillica screamed at her husband like a banshee. "What the fuck are you talking about? Our son just met that girl! He knows nothing about her and he already wants to live with her for at least 4 years. I won't have it." 

Bacillica darling, "What's in the bag?" 

She grabbed it and said "none of your business." 

"I've already seen the label, dear!" 

"You're a bastard, Chad." 

"Dear have you been reconnected so that I have to start wearing condoms again or did you buy them for our son?" 

"Get drunk dear and forget this conversation ever happened," Bacillica said.

"What conversation mom?" Dycke said. "What are you doing home," his mother said. 

"I'm taking Payne to the movies and then either pizza or ice cream, which ever she wants." 

'That sounds nice," his father said. While his wife mind was distracted, he grabbed the brown paper bag from her. He threw it to his son and said to him, "Son, your mother bought these for you, so that if and when you and Payne are ever ready to take your relationship to the next level, it will be a safe step for both of you. Always respect her wishes. Never force her to do anything she does not want to do. Treat her with love, kindness, and respect at all times and it will be returned 100 fold." 

Bacillica looked at her husband with tears in her eyes and said, "You bastard Chad." Then she kissed him.

"Dad, we've had this talk before." Dycke said that "he and Payne were in love. I heard Mrs. Temple talking to mom about our plans for college. We talked about it privately and this is what we would like if it is possible. We would both appreciate it if both the Temple's and you could help us with our basic living expenses. If that is not possible, we are both going to get jobs to fill that void. We just do not want to be apart. We know it is very sudden. We both feel like we have been struck by lightning." He said to his parents that he had waited for this lightning strike for so long that he would not willingly give it up. Mr. and Mrs. Temple told us they would think about it and 




Having Fun with Dycke and Payne Ch. 02



that is all he would ask of both of them. Will you, please?" 

His father replied that he would have to speak with your mother because she is a little upset about this situation right now. If it were only up to me, the answer would be "yes!"

"Thanks, Dad!" He turned to my mother and asked her for the same thing, "Mom, please?" 

"Okay, I'll think on it, but no promises" she said. Dycke told her that was all he was asking for and gave her a big hug, which she returned in kind.

11. Good New v Good News 

When Chad Schneider returned to his offices on Monday, there was a certified letter from Utrecht, The Netherlands. The letter was addressed to him and advised that his great uncle, Strokum Rhodes Schneider had passed away, at the age of One hundred thirteen. In the rite of succession of the family, the youngest male of majority was to receive the entire family account, after some minor bequeaths to himself and a few charities. After his investigation, Chad's son "Dycke" was the heir to this account and by custom was to arrive, alone, in Utrecht, The Netherlands on March 2, at his offices, for the official reading of the Last Will and Testament of Strokum Rhodes Schneider. Please reply soonest. Turnquest R. Schneider, Attorney at Law. 

The mail clerk in Piker Temple's law offices saw the envelope from the Duke Hospital before he finished sorting the mail and ran to give it to Piker Temple's secretary, who in turn brought in directly into his office. He looked at the report from the radiologist and said "YES!" He looked up at his secretary and said "Jennine, cancel all my afternoon appointments from 3 o'clock on." 

She replied, "yes sir" and returned to work. 

Piker Temple could not wait to get home and give Payne the news she had waited so long to hear. He left work at 3:10 p.m. and arrived home when everyone else should have been there. When he arrived there, however, much to his surprise, the house was empty. "Where was everyone?" he thought. "I have the biggest, best news we have had in 18 years and I can't tell anyone. Where the hell are they?" He called his wife's office to find out that she had been out most of the day. 

When Steve walked in carrying his books and track bag a half hour later, Piker pounced on him. "Where are they?" 

"Who" asked Steve?" 

"Payne and your mother, dummy. Who else would I be asking for?" 

"Oh them" Steve said. "Mom picked up Payne at school because she wasn't feeling well, so I guess she took her to the doctor." 

"Which doctor?" Piker yelled! 

"I don't know, dad, I wasn't there. I just heard it from one of her classmates." 

Steve watched as his father started to pace. "Man" Steve thought, "Something must have happened. I haven't seen him like this since Payne's last surgery." 

Piker called the school to see if the nurse knew where Payne had gone to but the nurse was gone for the day. 

He called Payne's Ob/Gyn, their family doctor and Dentist and she had not been to any of them either. He kept looking at the clock and every minute seemed like an hour. 

Finally, out of desperation, he called the police. He found out that there had been no reported incidents, that day, involving two women, in any accident or criminal investigation.

After breathing a sigh of relief, for a moment, Piker started calling hospitals in the area, to see if his wife had taken Payne directly there because she was so sick. After checking with the three closest and most logical choices, he gave up, sat down and his mood darkened even more. Steve asked his dad if he would like something to drink and his dad said "No!" 

Steve then said he was going upstairs to start his homework and said he would see his dad at dinner and Piker grunted. Steve was actually trying to get out of harms' very as diplomatically as possible and he had done it. Twenty minutes later he heard a car pull up. He put his headphones on so he would not hear the explosion that he knew was going to occur soon! 

The ladies walked in carrying bags and bags of things from the local mall, laughing and carrying on. 

Piker, who was already furious, exploded. "Where in gods' name were you two?" 

Alletta pulled Payne behind her and said, "What's wrong?" 

Piker said in a loud, menacing voice, "I have been sitting here for nearly 3 hours, wondering if my daughter was dead or alive and you want to know 'What's Wrong'! You had better be god; because that is the only person I could forgive right now."

"Piker, sit down, let me get you a drink and something to eat and then we will talk, "Alletta said. 

Piker said to his wife "If you take one step from where you are right now before you give me an explanation good enough not to send me to jail for killing you, you are going to be dead anyway!" 

Alletta said, "Okay dear calm down, are you sure you don't want a drink?" 

"Alletta! " He screamed! "Okay! Okay, calm down. Bacillica called me today to tell me that they were okay with the kids living off campus together. They hoped that we had come to the same decision and after what you said last night, I said we had. Therefore, in order to start building up a reason for Payne to have to live off-campus during the freshman year, I had her fake an illness and took her to our friend and bridge partner Guy Sphinkter. As an Internist, the university cannot argue with his findings and with Payne accepting late, more than likely all the dorm rooms are already assigned. Guy said he would like Payne to come in two more times in the few weeks or so, for "treatment" so he could justify his letter. After we left his office, we had nothing to do. You never come home early and Steve is self-sufficient. Therefore, I took Payne shopping for school clothes, shoes and other miscellaneous items for the apartment. So, what did we do wrong?" 

Piker said, "Sit down and I will explain everything to you before you take your last breath. I came home early because I received an extremely important message today at the office and when I got home the house was empty. You were not at your office and they told me you had been gone most of the day, which is very unusual. Steve and Payne were not here. Therefore, I sat here and waited. My heart was racing. My blood pressure must have been through the roof and where were you?" 

"SHOPPING"

Alletta interrupted "But..." 

"However", Piker continued "I didn't know this because when Steve came home and he told me that you came to school and picked Payne up because she was 'SICK!' Then, I had to worry that my wife had taken my sick daughter to a doctor and I did not know which one. I did not know what time you picked her up from school, so I could not even imagine how sick she must be and where are you? 

"SHOPPING" 

I called everyone of Payne's doctor's and you had not taken her to any of them and I started to worry even more and where were you,

"SHOPPING" 

I started to think oh my god they were in an accident, so I called the police department, sheriff's office, and the Highway Patrol. All of them told me that they had no reports of two women being involved in an accident or criminal investigation. They said they would keep any eye out to see if you showed up on any reports and where were you 

"SHOPPING"

I began to wonder; maybe Payne was so sick you might have had to take her directly to a hospital. I called three hospitals that were within a reasonable distance of Payne's school and she was not there and where were you

"SHOPPING"

Then you come home, carrying a load of bags carrying on and laughing and you wonder why I am upset because you went

"SHOPPING"

"Piker" Alletta asked, "are you finished now, we would really like to know what made you come home early and get more excited than I have ever seen you."

Piker said "Payne, please come here."

Alletta said, "Don' you hurt my daughter!" 

Piker just reached into his breast pocket and handed his daughter the letter. She took it from her father and moved towards the lights in the room to read it. When she jumped and yelled for joy, he smiled. 

Payne yelled, "I have to tell Dycke" and was out of the room like a shot! 

Alletta yelled "Payne..." but she was already gone. She turned to her husband and asked, "What is it?" 

Piker said to his wife, "When she's ready she will tell you." This is your punishment for going

'SHOPPING"

Piker smiled as Alletta said to him "when is the next time you think you are going to get laid, dear?" 

Piker said, "Dear, I am not worried. After what you did to me today, a little waiting will be worth it! Besides, you're always the horny one, I just go along and do my husbandly duty and satisfy you!" He then chuckled evilly. 

His wife said, "You don't think you are going to get away with this shit do you? Wait until you close your eyes tonight" she said, "You'll be sorry! Very, Very Sorry!"

At Dycke's house, Chad had just finished explaining the rather cryptic letter he had received from Utrecht and his great uncle Strokum's lawyer. Dycke's father told him that he would make all the travel arrangements to The Netherlands through his office and get him to Amsterdam by February 26th, leaving him plenty of time to sight see and get to his meeting in Utrecht on March 2nd." 

Dad! What about school?" Dycke asked. 

His father answered "I will speak to your principal and your instructors. I will explain the situation and tell them that you will be gone for possibly a week to ten days. Whatever they say, you will be in The Netherlands on March 2nd." The maximum I can foresee you being gone was 10 days. Your airline tickets will be for that amount of time, Dycke. Just remember, you will be able to change the return date with no problem at all or return out of a different airport. You will have your own credit card attached to my account, so money will not be an issue. If you have any trouble in Utrecht and cannot get to the U.S. Embassy get to one of their offices, okay?

When the phone rang, Dycke picked it up and said "Hello, gorgeous!" 

Payne said "What would have happened if it wasn't me?" 

He said that he knew it was her by the way the phone rang. 

"Really?" she said. 

He said "Yes, really. It was a very lovely ring." 

Payne called him a liar but continued saying she had some great news. 

Dycke said that he had some, also. 

Payne said, "Me First! My father just showed me a letter he received today from my doctors at Duke. The bones in the front of my face have finally fused and I now can have my face fixed now! 

"That's fantastic, Payne! Do you know when" he asked?

"No, not yet" she replied. 

"You were beautiful before, babe, now you will absolutely stunning," Dycke said.

"Thank you Dycke! That means more to me than you will ever know," Payne replied.

"Payne does this mean you won't want me anymore," he asked 

"You are an idiot Dycke. You are the only one I am calling, does that sound like I don't want you anymore!" Payne yelled. 

Dycke said "I was just testing you dear!" 

Payne said "Dycke, when I get my hands on you, I'm gonna..." 

"Yes dear?"

"Dycke sometimes I want to just wring your neck." 

"Payne, while your hands are busy on my neck, can I play with your breasts, again!"

Payne yelled into the phone "YES!" 

"Thank you Payne." 

"Now what was your news, Dycke?" 

Dycke explained the entire story to her, from the beginning and Payne was very excite for him. She then said, "Dycke do you think that there might be enough money to pay for the apartment by ourselves?" 

Dycke said that he had no idea but he knew what she was thinking. He said "If there is enough, we will live, independent of our parents, okay?" 

Payne said "Thank you, my love." 

He said "Payne that is the first time you have said anything like that to me!"

Payne said that she knew it but she had felt it in her heart and it was just dying to get out! 

Dycke asked Payne if she had any idea when her operation was going to take place because he wanted to be there with her.

She said that she was not sure because it was going to require a particular team of doctors to do her surgery. Her father would start the process Monday and they should know what the exact date would be in two to three weeks. She did think that it would probably be after school was over. 

"Great" said Dycke, "wild horses could not keep me away from your side!" 

"Dycke you are so cute! By the way, aren't you supposed to be here picking me up to go to the movies?"

Dycke said "Oh crap." He told her he had to change and he would be right there. He said he loved her and clicked of the phone. 

12. Open Declarations

As Payne and Dycke stood in line to buy tickets for the evenings horror show, three of Payne's former girlfriends formed up in line behind Dycke. Not realizing that the guy in front of them was Payne's date, they immediately started in on her, as they did every time they saw her. Payne dropped her head and began to tremble. Dycke turned around, faced her three former friends, and asked them, "Are you talking to my fiancée!" Payne's head jerked up, grabbed Dycke's arm, and faced them. 

The three antagonist laughed at Dycke and Payne, standing together and asked how much she had paid him to say that. 

Dycke moved closer to the girls and they started to back up. He said if you do not believe me call my parents. They are arranging for our apartment in Durham, right now! Payne is going to Duke. I am going to UNC. We are both going on full scholarships to our schools. By the look of you three, your combined SAT scores do not equal mine and mine does not come close to Payne's. As far as your disgusting remarks about her face are concerned, you had better take your last look because her doctors are about to fix what an accident took away from her eighteen years ago. I saw her inner beauty while looking at her beauty as a whole. When her facial surgery is done, she is going to look like 'Sleeping Beauty' and you three are going to finish looking like the old hag! "Now, shut the fuck up!" 

The three girls were mortified and left the movie line hurriedly. 

Payne was so proud of him she kissed him in front of the fifty or so people waiting in line, for tickets. Those same people applauded the young couple. Payne blushed! 

Dycke said "you look pretty in pink!" 

Payne blushed some more and asked "Did you mean it when you called me your 'fiancee!' 

"Of course, I did! I thought we had that all settled while we were on your bed?" 

"Okay, I just wanted to make sure." 

"Payne, I am only 18, but when I am 80 and they ask me what decision I made that I was most sure of and that I was absolutely correct about, I will tell them 'Falling in love with and marrying Payne Temple!" By the way Payne, "What is your middle name?" 

"Elizabeth" she said. 

Dycke laughed.

Payne hit him and asked why he was laughing at her middle name. 

He said "Now I can call you my little "PET" and you can't do anything about it." 

She said "Really!" She pulled him down so she could whisper into his ear and asked him when was the next time he wanted to touch her breasts. 

Dycke replied "Whenever the mood suits you, my PET!" 

She smacked him again and said "I'm hungry, let's forget the movie, and go get a pizza and an egg cream." 

Dycke said "A pizza and a what!" 

Payne said "An Egg Cream? Don't tell me you have never had an Egg Cream?"

"Had One? Never heard of one." Dycke said. 

"Dycke, you will feel like you are having great sex when you are drinking a great egg cream!" Payne said. 

"How would you know?" Dycke asked. 

"That's what my father says" Payne replied, slyly. 

He said to her "You had better be telling me the truth or I am going to take you over my knee and give you the spanking of your life!" 

Payne smiled at him and said "Dycke, I didn't know you were into kinky stuff?" 

"Payne!" he grinned, kissed her, grabbed her hand, and held her close as he took her to his car. He let Payne drive because she knew how to get to the only New York Pizza Parlor in Charleston. It was, also, the only place in South Carolina that made a drink called an "Egg Cream!" It did not sound appetizing, at all. 

When they arrived, it was past 10p.m. and the place was packed. He asked Payne if it was always like this and she said that every time her father took their family here, this was the way it was. It took fifteen minutes to get a table and another ten for a server to come and take their order. Payne asked "Dycke is it alright if I order because I know this place so well."

Dycke shrugged "Fine." 

Payne ordered three "extra-large" pizza specials, Sicilian style, with pepperoni, meatballs, black olives, and extra cheese, with three separate pints of extra sauce on the side and six egg creams. The server took her order like it was an everyday event but Dycke's mouth was open catching flies! 

His look must have been priceless because Payne took out her cell phone from her purse and snapped a picture of Dycke before he could react. 

"Why did you do that!" he asked. 

"I wanted a picture for my bedroom wall just to remember how funny you can look when you are surprised." 

Dycke said he was going to spank her when he got the chance and when her backside was nice and pink; he was going to take a picture of that. 

"Promises, Promises!" she said. 

He asked "Why did you order so many pizzas?"

Payne said "If my dad checked his credit card receipts and saw that we came here and I did not bring him home a pie, he would kill her on the spot. I, also, bought one for your folks because I know they will love it, also. 

Dycke thought for a moment and asked "What about the six 'Egg Creams'?"

"Oh, those!" she replied. "We will drink them here." 

Dycke said "What if I don't like them?" 

Payne said "That would be great. Then I can drink them all!" 

Dycke thought to himself, "There is nothing petite about Payne Temple, nothing at all!" 

Much to Payne's disappointment, Dycke found out that he loved 'Egg Creams! He thought he should find out what they were made of besides' chocolate, but he did not want to spoil a good thing!

13. Travel Plans 

Chad Schneider was worried about Dycke flying to The Netherlands alone. He did not know the size of Dycke's inheritance, or the character of the lawyer his son was meeting. All this uncertainty was weighing heavily on his mind. Chad had tried to get more information through his friends at the State Department but even they were having a hard time tracking down information on Strokum Schneider and Turnquest Schneider. They were able to tell dad that Strokum live modestly on two hectares of land. It appeared that he was on a pension but he was driven around by a chauffeur in a New Mercedes Limousine but never went anywhere but around his immediate neighborhood in it. They had no explanation for that. The lawyer, Turnquest, also was an enigma. He was living well enough, but he had only one client, his uncle! He drove a high-end Mercedes sports car that was extremely expensive and was not even available in the U.S. This did not sit well with dad's friend at the State Department and therefore, that did not sit well with Chad Schneider...

After considering all the options available, Chad's friends suggested that instead of sending him directly to Amsterdam, he book Dycke on a flight from Washington to Brussels. From there, send his son by train to Utrecht arriving on March 1st. His son should then stay at a youth hostel overnight and remain as anonymous as possible. On March 2nd, Dycke should go to the attorney's office and arrive no sooner than 10 minutes before noon. He should be carrying, what would appear like a package for delivery and be dressed in common work clothes.

If dad's friend at the State Department thought all this cloak and dagger stuff was necessary, Dycke was not about to argue with them.




Having Fun with Dycke and Payne Ch. 02



On February 18th, Payne called him and said she had gotten a date for her surgery, but she did not sound happy. He asked her what was wrong and when she said "Nothing," Dycke said "He'll be right there!" When he got there, Mrs. Temple said to him that Payne's surgery date was March 5th and she knew that he would not be back in time to be with her. He asked Mrs. Temple why the operation could not be put off a few days. Her reply was simple and straightforward. "The three specialists that are needed for this surgery will not be available together for another nine months" she said. "Payne has waited eighteen years for this operation and we will not let her wait one day longer to have it done, even if it means you are not there."

He ran up to Payne's room opened the door and hugged her while she was crying. In order to try to make her stop crying and smile at me, he said to her, "Just think when he got back it will be like the first time they met! You wouldn't be naked, of course, unless you want to be, but it will be a whole new you!" She hit him, again but she did not laugh. 

Payne said "You promised you would be there with me!" 

Dycke said "If you want me there, I will forego my inheritance, and stay with you every minute of the day you are in the hospital and every day after!" 

That is when she smiled and kissed me. "It's okay you can go, I just needed to hear that you wanted to be with me more than you wanted the money." 

"I want the money for us" he said. "We want to live independent of our parents, remember?" Dycke said, "I want to buy you a ring! We can't get married without a ring and I won't have my parents buy one for you." 

"Dycke, I love you!" Payne said. 

"I know Payne! Where else are you going to find another wonderful guy, as good looking as me?" 

After she finished hitting him, Payne said "Dycke, I don't want to go to the hospital a virgin." 

He nestled his head next to hers and kissed her ear prepared for what his next comment was going to cost him and said "And who do you want to take care of that little chore?"

"Chore?" "You bastard! I'll give you a chore" she said as she stared hitting him with ferocious rights and lefts, while all he could do was laugh which infuriated her even more. 

When she calmed down and they were kissing and holding each other, Dycke told her that when they made love, it was not going to happen in the back seat of a car or a dingy motel. They would figure a way to be able to enjoy each other and remember it all their lives. That is when she found out which one of them was the stronger of the two as he forced her back onto her bed and climbed on top of her. He pinned her hands above her head and said to her that if she did not behave starting right now, that the spanking he had promised her would commence here and now. 

Payne stared at him and said "You and what army?" 

With that, he smiled at her kissed her sweetly, took her right arm from above her head and began to pick her up. She thought she had won, until as it appeared he was moving to clear a way for her to stand up by herself; he took that arm and wrenched it behind her back, which folded her in half. She wailed, as he duck walked her in that position over to a chair where he sat down and pulled her onto his lap. He started giving Payne the spanking he had clearly been promising her. He would so have loved to be tanning her glorious cheeks, but that would have to wait for another day. 

Hearing his daughter screaming in pain, Chad Temple was knocking on Payne's door asking if everything was alright. Payne immediately yelled for help because Dycke was hurting her. He went into her room and laughed. He asked Dycke if he wanted the paddle he had to use on Payne's mother when she got out of line. 

Payne yelled, "Daddy!" 

"Okay," Piker Temple said. "Dycke, no more than twenty." 

"Thank you, Mr. Temple!" Dycke said. 

When her father had closed the door Dycke asked Payne if she wanted him to continue or was she was going to be nice.

Payne said she had learned her lesson for now, but reserved the right to revisit the situation, at a later dated. 

He kissed both cheeks of her ass and promised her they would be bare and pink the next time. He, also, might just take up her dad's offer of the paddle, if she was very bad!

14. Dates

He wanted to make love to Payne desperately but he did not want to hurt her because this would be his first time, also. He was leaving in ten days, which did not leave a lot of time for him to learn what to do, so Dycke decided to have Payne learn with him. "Head is...I meant two heads are better than one" he said leering at her. 

She replied "Don't count your chickens before they hatch Dycke!" 

They went to the University of South Carolina Library in Charleston for a quick research project on Saturday. The assortment of books on the subject of sex was amazing! They stayed away from the medical texts and the advanced versions, like the Kama Sutra and just went with the books that had more pictures than verbiage. The variety of positions was astounding but the key thing they learned about was about foreplay. Arousal seemed to be the key to mutual satisfaction, so they both took notes and photocopied several pages, while the librarian smiled. After comparing our class schedules and verifying that both sets of parents would be away from our houses, on what days, we set the date for the following Tuesday. 

They decided that they would both skip school on Tuesday. Payne would go in and say her mother was taking her to Dr. Sphinkter again for another checkup. In addition, Payne would tell Steve not to worry if he did not see her in school that day because she had a project she was doing. Dycke would pick her up after first period. He would have his mom call in and just tell them that he was ill with a severe headache. He had not been sick all semester, so she would not argue about his staying home for one day. She had no idea how 'hard' his headache really was! Now, all Payne and he had to do was make it through two more days.

He picked Payne up on Sunday Morning and she was absolutely radiant. Her smile was enough to brighten up the already bright blue sky. They kissed and got into his Ford Taurus and we drove into Charleston for the day. We walked along the seawall on Murray Blvd. and up and down the Farmers Market. We talked about everything, except Tuesday, which we both felt was a subject best left alone. We took a carriage ride through the city, just like tourists, and we got to know more about each other with every turn of the wheels. We even had lunch at the Bubba Gump Shrimp Company Restaurant, where we peeled and ate shrimp til' they came out of our ears. When we left the restaurant, we were laughing like little children.

Charleston, besides its great southern history, is a city of churches. You cannot walk two blocks, in any direction, without passing one. We were walking back to the parking lot and as they crossed Broad Street, Dycke saw the spires of the Cathedral of Saint John the Baptist. He grabbed Payne's hand and started running. She yelled and screamed at him to stop and tell her where we were going but he said nothing. When they got to the base of the Cathedral, he stopped and said, "Payne Temple, will you marry me?" She looked at him in shock. She looked around and realized where they were and said to him "Yes!" Dycke said "Good! Let's do it!" "What!" she screamed as he grabbed her hand again and pulled her up the stairs. He opened the massive doors of the cathedral and walked in. There were no services going on but there were at least one hundred people in the vestibule and even more in the main body of the church. He walked Payne slowly down the center isle and she was numb. She could not believe he was doing this and Dycke did not think Payne breathe, even once, the entire way down to the front. When they reached the altar rail she was so stiff, he had to force her to kneel down. He said to her "Payne, you know all the words, ask me." She said to him "but this won't be legal!" Dycke said "It will be to me Payne. I love you with all that I am and all that I ever will be! Ask me." Payne started crying. Dycke said "Payne if you don't want to do this, we can get up and leave right now with no harm done." Payne replied saying "but...!" Again, I said, "Payne Temple, do you want to marry me?" "Yes!" she said with trembling lips. "Then say the words Payne!" "Do you, Dycke Schneider, take me, Payne Temple, for your wedded wife, to have and to hold and to love from this day forth til death do we part?" Dycke replied "I do!" Dycke said "Payne Temple, do you take me, Dycke Schneider for your wedded husband, to have and to hold and to love from this day forth til death do we part?" Payne answered "Yes!" Dycke finished by saying "Then by the power of the love that we share for each other, I now pronounce us forever married. " You may kiss your husband and she did and started crying, again, but she kissed him. 

The young priest that stood behind them shook his head and smiled at the young couple. When Payne and Dycke stood up and turned to leave, he asked them to kneel again, which they did. Then much to the teenagers surprise he blessed them and asked them to stand and to follow him into the rectory. Payne wanted to run but Dycke held her and she followed him and the priest. Father Vincent turned out to be an alright guy, Payne thought. He seemed to have a sixth sense as to what she and Dycke were going to do and thought that the impromptu wedding was a courageous way for the teens to cement their bonds of love. He never asked for their last names or where they lived. He did ask if their parents disapproved of them being together and was happy to hear that the opposite was true. He gave them another hour of his time for a question and answer period and when it was over, they both knew who would be performing their real marriage vows in a few years.

They left the Cathedral and drove home, both teens were lost in thought, and there was little discussion going on between them. Dycke dropped Payne off at her home, with a big kiss and told her that he would miss her tomorrow and see her Tuesday morning.

15. Monday Lost

Dycke

If his mom thought he started mowing the lawn early, she would have been amazed to see him finish cleaning his room a little after four o'clock Monday morning. He had removed every piece of dust and dirt from his bookshelves, window casings, baseboard moldings, picture, and doorframes. If he could have put a muffler on the vacuum cleaner, he would have done that too, so he could really have finished cleaning. If he and Payne decided to come here, he thought, his room would be ready and hopefully, so would he. He had read, reread, and re-reread the notes he had taken at the library on the subject of arousing a female. He had looked at the pictures of the female genitals. He knew what they looked like. He now, knew the names of all the parts and hopefully how to use them to arouse Payne. All he had to do now was to get through today. 

He got ready for school and went downstairs to have breakfast at 6 a.m.; He even started coffee for his dad, who normally came down first. 

When his dad showed up, fully dressed for his day, he looked at Dycke and saw how tired he looked and asked him "What's up?" 

Dycke said "Nothing! I just couldn't sleep." 

"You need to talk with me or anything?" His dad asked. 

He said "Oh no! He was fine. It was just something last night. He did not know. Maybe it was the shrimp we ate?" 

His dad said "That could do it. Do you want to stay home today?" 

"No dad, it's not that bad. I'll try to ride it out, but thanks." 

Dycke's dad reminded him that he was leaving in 6 days and if he was not feeling well, the time to nip it in the bud was now. 

Dycke assured his dad that if it got any worse he would come home from school early and go to bed. 

His mother came downstairs, a short time later and joined the conversation. She grabbed Dycke's head to see if he had a fever. She was sure he did not but warned him of the impending signs of food poisoning. 

Dycke enjoyed school. He was a nerd. Math and science were the loves of his life. Today, however, he could not add 2 plus 2 no less do Trigonometry or explain the symbiotic relationship between earthworms and soil rejuvenation. For him, today, the second hand one the clocks in his school moved like cold molasses down the wall of a jar. Then to make a great day perfect, his car would not start when school had ended. One of his friends gave his car a jump-start and he took the car to the dealership his dad used. The service tech told him the battery was no good and called his dad's office to okay the expense of the repair. His dad's secretary approved it without bothering Dycke's father and Dycke was on my way home in less than an hour. He thanked god it did not happen Tuesday morning!

16. Payne.

She yawned as she raised her head off her pillow at 7:10 a.m., looked out her window to see what type of day it was and stepped out of bed. If anyone was practicing to be a princess, Payne Temple had it down pat. She showered and did all the girl stuff she did every morning without the slightest deviation from her routine. When she finished dressing, she tidied up her room and went down to breakfast. To any observer, this was Monday. This was a school day. This was Payne Temple. Everything seemed normal, except for one minor thing. Payne could not keep the knot in her stomach under control. She was nervous but she would not let anyone see it. She was excited but she would not let anyone see that, either. She was going to go to school and have the best day possible. Then, she was going to come home for her last day as a virgin. She was excited about that, also. She definitely would not let anyone see that either! All the plans were made, she was in love with Dycke, and he was in love with her. All was perfect in her world and nothing was going to keep her from being happy again! Not even her former friends, who she was sure, would be at their worst as usual. She had not seen Cynthia for several days and was worried about her and decided to give her a call when she got home. After her usual non-communicative day at school with the other students, Payne was dropped off at home by Steve and Julie. Payne said good bye to them both and went into the house and thought that she would make her room really pretty for tomorrow, just in case she decided that she wanted Dycke to bring her back here to lose her virginity or if she chickened out, which she had no desire to do. She put her books onto her desk and looked around her room for something that needed cleaning. Unlike Dycke's room, dust, and dirt particles seemed to know better than to invade Payne's personal space, for to do so, they would incur a fate worse than confinement in the canister of a vacuum. Her room is made up of pink and yellow delicate floral wallpaper, which she had picked herself, after going through hundreds of books in over thirty wallpaper stores in her local area, Charleston proper and online. She had, even driven her mother, who was considered by many to be the consummate shopper, 'crazy', until she found this particular paper. Highlighted by high luster wall panels in each corner and crown molding on her ceiling, this was her room. This is the way she drew it up. Planned it and decorated it and came in on budget. 

Her father kissed her, said that he was extremely proud of her for doing it so well and if she could "would she please teach her mother how to do that!" 

Payne's mother, who was still in her room making little adjustment to the quilts and comforters on Payne's new mattress set, turned to say something to her husband but he was long gone and Payne had a big grin on her face.

Payne called Cynthia but she was not at home. Her mother was happy Payne had called. She told Payne that Cynthia had gone to visit her grandparents for a few weeks and that she would be back, two weeks from Saturday. Mrs. Morgan continued saying that Cynthia had taken the abuse her friends had given her extremely hard and if Payne had not rescued her that day, she feared for her daughter's life. She could have done anything to herself and no one would have tried to stop her, except you, Payne. When Cynthia returned, Mrs. Morgan said, Payne would be her first phone call. 

Payne told Mrs. Morgan about her surgery date and the date that they would be leaving Charleston for Durham, so Cynthia would know where to contact her. 

Mrs. Morgan said when Cynthia got home; she would have her call her either at home or the hospital, depending on the date. She wished Payne the best of luck with the operation and told she would pray for her. She, also, told Payne she was very happy that the nightmare that she had been living all these past years would finally come to an end.

Payne said "Thank you," hung up the phone.

13. Game On

Tuesday April 25. Dycke set his alarm clock for 5:15a.m. He put it under his pillow, so no one would hear it but him, when it went off in the morning. He was up before the alarm went off. He put it back where it belonged and went about with his plans to wake up his parents. Dycke went into the bathroom and wet down his head, chest and back thoroughly, returned to his bed and got in. He covered his wet body and soaked his pillowcase, top and bottom sheet, as best he could. He messed his bed up to look like he had a rough night and returned to the bathroom. Dycke flushed the toilet several times at roughly one-minute intervals. He went to the washbasin, turned on the cold water, and stuck his face into it and leaving the water running. He flushed the toilet one more time and shortly after that came a knock on the bathroom door. 

"Honey" are you alright" Dycke's mother asked. 

"Something's not right mom." he said. "I have a wicked headache and my stomach is doing things to me I have never felt before." 

Chad Schneider joined his wife at the door and said "Open the door, son, we can't help you from out here." 

"Door's open, dad" he said. 

When they entered the bathroom, Dycke was leaning over the sink putting cold water onto his face and neck. 

"Look at him" Bacillica Schneider said, "He's skin and bones." 

Chad laughed at her and said "Dear, that's normal for our son." 

He looked at Dycke and asked "Son, could be a continuation of what you felt yesterday?" 

Dycke said "Yes dad, I think it is, because my stomach has that same feeling only the pain is much worse." 

"Okay" his father said "No school for you today and no arguments about it. I will call the school and advise them you will not be in." 

His mother said, "I'll was call the bank and tell them I will not be in today." 

Dycke tried not to laugh and sputtered up a little water. He said to his mother, "Mom, do I need a babysitter to watch me lie down in bed and sleep all day?" 

Bacillica Schneider looked at her husband and then back at her son and said you listen to me young man, "If you're not in that bed when I get home tonight, there is going to be hell to pay!" 

Dycke said "Mom, look at me, where does it look like I'm going?" 

She looked at her son's face, took his head in her hands, and said, "It still doesn't feel like you have a fever, let's get you back into bed." 

He said, "Okay mom" and walked back into his room, stopping to get a dry tee shirt. 

His mother got to the bed first to fluff his pillow and felt the moisture on it and then felt the bottom sheet. She told Dycke to wait a moment because she wanted to put dry linens on his bed so he would be more comfortable.

Dycke thanked his mother, when she was done and climbed into bed. His mother turned off his light, told him to feel better, and closed his door, as she left him alone. He started going over, in his mind, the things to do list and waited for his parents to leave for work.




Having Fun with Dycke and Payne Ch. 02



Steve was driving Payne to school Tuesday morning and said to her "Sis, I have to tell you something that is very important to me but you have to promise me that you won't tell Dycke." 

Payne said "But I tell Dycke everything, I love him and I'm have already married him in my heart and he has married me in his. How can I keep a secret from him?" 

Steve said to her "If you love me at all, you can do this one thing for me, and I promise it will have no effect on your relationship with Dycke." 

Payne said, "In that case, I'll keep your secret." 

"Payne" he said, "I just got an athletic scholarship to UNC. A free ride for four years little sister, can you imagine that!" 

Payne screamed, turned, and hugged her brother, who nearly swerved his car into the oncoming lane. 

She asked, "When did this happen?"

"It came through yesterday. I told mom and dad about it last night. I told them that I wanted to tell you about it personally, and they agreed" Steve said. 

"Congratulations, bro," she said, "but I thought you didn't want to go to the same school Dycke was?" 

Steve said "When he picked up the information package from his coach at school, he went over it all in his head and came to this conclusion: Why should he be satisfied beating Dycke only 7 or 8 times a season, when he could do that and beat Dycke at practice every day, also. He is going to be so busy studying and screwing you that his mind will be anywhere but on "The Track." So I accepted the scholarship immediately, before UNC could change their mind about him. This way Dycke will be beaten mercilessly for the next four wonderful seasons."

Payne looked at the mean grin on her brother's face and knew he meant what he was saying. She grinned back at her brother and asked Steve if he had decided to give up girls like Kelly and Julie and was going to live like a monk for the next four years? 

Steve said "Oh shit. He hadn't thought about that." 

She continued looking at her brother and asked him another question. "Steve did you know that Dycke has a fetish?" 

"Dycke had a fetish." Steve said "A fetish. How do you know about fetishes?"

"That's not the point," she said." Dycke has one and you will never know what it is from my lips. But Dad knows!" 

Steve yelled "Dad! Dad knows?" 

Payne said "Yip! He walked in on us." 

Steve said "Here I thought my baby sister was still a virgin." 

Payne grinned and said to herself "Not for long brother mine, not for long." "So, if I were to tell Dycke at the beginning of any race day, that if he won all his races that day, he could have his way with me, all you would see of him would be the dust his running shoes left behind." 

"That's not fair" Steve said, "I had this all worked out." 

Payne said to her brother "The best 'LAID' plans of mice and men" big brother." 

Steve said "I'll still get even with him and you still can't tell him, Payne" 

"Okay, I won't." she said.

As soon as her first period class was over Payne went to the nurse's office and signed out for the day. She went out the side exit of the school and saw Dycke waiting for her in his car. She got in and he said, "Good morning my love, your place or mine?"  

She looked at him and said, "There is no rush is there? Let's go for a ride first." Dycke sensed something was wrong with Payne and said okay immediately. "Anyplace special you would like to go," he asked? 

Payne said "Let's go to Cedar Landings for a while. I need to walk around. 

"It took less than fifteen minutes to get to Cedar Landings Park and Payne's mood had not brightened at all. Dycke let her walk around at her own pace, staying a few paces behind her. She turned to him and said "I feel like a rat trapped in a cage." 

Dycke said "Payne, if you feel that now is not the right time for us to do this; we can wait until you are ready. I'm not going anywhere." He said. 

Payne said "Dycke, sometimes you are so dumb!" 

He said to her "Woman, if you do not watch that mouth of yours I will take up your father's offer of the paddle." 

Payne said "That has more to do with it than you know." 

Now Dycke was really confused. He held her by hands, looked into her smoky eyes and asked her tell him what is hurting her so he could make it go away. 

She said "Dycke, I want today more than you do, but I have a secret I swore I would not tell you about and it is driving me crazy. It is going to cause friction between two of the men in my life that I love so much that I cannot think straight. 

Dycke said "If you don't want to tell me and this is going to be the mood you are going to be in until I leave Sunday, why don't I take you back to school and I'll call you tonight like always. Then we will get together Friday, Saturday and Sunday before I go and I will be back after your operation, hoping that you have been able to sort this all out "by yourself." 

Payne was fighting back tears, when Dycke took her into his arms and said tell me what is wrong, so I can make it right for us. 

She said to him that that was the problem, "It was all so right already." 

Dycke had heard that women could drive men crazy but he had only been with Payne a few short months and he was losing it already? He shook his head to try to clear it and to try to make sense of what she had just said and asked her to explain what was going on. 

Payne said that the secret Steve told her not to tell him was going to hurt all three of them. 

Dycke said "Oh him! What is he up to now?" 

"Why does my brother have to be up to something" she asked? 

Dycke said "Look at you, you're a mess. You are upset and cannot think straight. Then you bring me and your brother into the same sentence and that can lead me to only one conclusion: He said something to you about plans he made to destroy me at next year's Track and Field events. Somehow, he, also, tried to make you feel guilty about it because of our involvement together. Therefore, instead of being in bed together enjoying each other's bodies, we are here in the middle of a park talking about Steve." 

Payne blurted out that Steve had gotten a scholarship to UNC and had accepted it. 

Dycke laughed. 

Payne could not understand how something so hurtful could be so funny to Dycke. Payne said adamantly "He made me promise not to tell you." 

Dycke said to her that he would wager that Steve was taking side bets with his track buddies on how long you could keep that promise." 

She screamed "That bastard!" 

Dycke asked her to calm down. He said to her that she did not understand competitive athletes. We probe, we challenge, we look for that little competitive edge, and when we find it, we make good use of it. That was one way I beat Steve in the five thousand at the state finals. I will even bet he tried to drag you into this equation, right. 

Payne said "He did say that you would be so busy studying and screwing me that your mind would be anywhere but on The Track." 

"You see" Dycke said "He's started already. He set you up to feel bad about your commitment to me. By dragging you down, he knew he would drag me down. If we were both down, I could not perform at my best on the track." 

"I'll kill that little shit" she said. Dycke said 

"No you won't because I don't know a thing. You kept your promise and did not tell me because you love your brother. Not only will this blow his mind but if he did make any bets, he will lose his money, also." Dycke told her that he would take care of her brother on the track. Not only wouldn't he beat him in practice, but he may come in third or fourth to make him feel really good about his plan.

Payne said "What about your scholarship? What about your coaches won't that make them upset with you. 

Dycke said that he would tell the coaches that he would be running a little slower than normal at practices and ask them to time him alone and keep his best times secret. Keep him third or fourth on the depth chart and make Steve think he had won, until the first real race day that is. After that, with Steve humbled and everything out in the open, Steve would have to beef up his times or eat dust for the next four years. 

Payne smiled and laughed. Dycke asked Payne now, if you are feeling better, he'd like to ask her the same question he asked her before, "Your place or mine?" 

Payne said "Your place will be fine Dycke. I've never seen your room."

17. The Main Event

Dycke took his time getting back to his house. He enjoyed the feeling of Payne sitting so close to him and knew that very soon they would be as close as close as two people could possibly be. They had already decided the mechanics of the deed. She was going to be on top, that way she alone, would decide when penetration would occur. They would work their way to that point as the books at USC had told them, with plenty of foreplay to get both of them ready for the main event of the day. She was very excited. He was hard as nails. She giggled as she looked at his slacks, which were very much distended in front. She reached her hand down, brushed her hands against his very hard covered cock, and asked, "Dycke, did I do this to you?" 

Dycke said "I am this way every time I am with you and you are just noticing it now?" 

"Gee" she said, "today should be lots of fun." 

He pulled his car into the driveway, shut off the engine, closed the door, and locked it, automatically.

Payne knocked on the window and yelled, "Did you forget someone?" 

He could not believe he had locked Payne in his car. He looked at her, opened the door for her, and said "This way madam." Payne walked to the front door and waited for him to open it for her. He did and let her in first. 

Payne asked "Which way is your room?" 

Dycke took her hand and lead her there. 

She walked into a room that was much like her brothers. It was full of trophies, medals, and Letters of Merit. Also, there were scholarly awards for math and science, which her brother did not have. She sat down on Dycke's bed, like a Buddha, as Dycke closed and locked his door. He turned around to her and smiled until Payne said to him "Strip."

Dycke looked at her like she was crazy and started to walk towards her but she told him to "Stop!". 

She said to him, "You've already seen me naked, now it's my turn." 

He had not thought it would start this way and was caught totally of guard. He sat down on his chair to remove his shoes and socks. 

Payne said "Oh good. Big feet, long toes. Put together with long fingers and a long tongue, that's a great start!"

Dycke just shook his head trying to wrap his head around the feeling of undressing in front of a girl. He removed his shirt then his belt and his slacks. He was wearing his best boxer briefs and he hesitated before he started to pull them down. 

"Shy" she said. 

Dycke said "I've never done this before, either, Payne." He lowered his briefs and he stood up straight as an arrow but the part he wanted straight up was limp. Payne got off his bed looked at Dycke and said "My god you are beautiful." She took him in her arms and kissed, hugged and grabbed the part of him that 'was no longer limp' and led him to his bed. She undressed in front of him as quickly as she could. 

Before she realized what had happened, Dycke had lifted her onto his bed and onto her back and had his face between her thighs. His tongue, immediately, searched out her clit and when it found it, she screamed. She yelled to him "Where was that in the book." She didn't get an answer because his mouth was very busy and his hands were all over her breasts, pulling on them and pinching her nipples. She wrapped her thighs around his head to keep Dycke where he was because the feeling in her stomach was growing intense. She was moving her hips, guiding his tongue to areas that were particularly sensitive and Dycke was learning fast that these areas were where she wanted him to stay. Dycke did what Payne wanted for a while but he wanted to travel and see the other sites around her body. Even though she had her thighs wrapped tightly around his head, one little bite on the inside of her left thigh was enough of a hint for her to release him. He started kissing that thigh on the inside and licking and biting it some more, all the way down to her toes. Looking up at Payne, while he was sucking on her little digits, he could swear there was smoke pouring off her body as well as sweat. He took her other foot and started the same process in reverse, going down that long luxurious leg. He gave her pussy and clit one quick lick, which caused Payne to catch her breath and moved on up her body. She called him a bastard for leaving her pussy so quickly but when his tongue and teeth met her breasts and nipples her opinion changed and she grabbed his head and held him there. She whispered to him "I read this part, too." He tried to devour her being through her breasts. Between his licking and sucking them and the fingers of his right hand playing havoc with her pussy and clit, Payne came for the first time because of a man. Her body clenched tight, her hips raised a foot off the bed and she called out her 'husband's' name "Dycke!!!" Her body collapsed on the bed but Dycke did not stop his ministrations on Payne. He started moving down her body, kissing and biting her velvet-like skin. He reached her belly button, which was an 'outty' and sucked on that and got a little laugh from Payne. He continued down her stomach to the top of her mound and then spread her legs as far apart as they would go. He began to lick the inside area of her groin and found one of Payne most seriously ticklish spots. But between the sensual way he was doing it to her, all she did was grit her teeth and try to control the movement of her lower body. When Dycke went to her other side and started there, his fingers entered her pussy and zeroed in on her clit. She only lasted a few seconds between the two onslaughts before she came again in a rush, for the second time. 

Dycke thought that Payne looked so wonderful laying there with her eyes closed and that smile on her face, he wanted to see if he could get her to keep that smile on her face one more time before he turned her loose on him. He lowered his head and moved it into position for his next assault on her pussy. He was going to make this wonderful woman, the happiest wife in the world. He would learn everything that would please her and at this moment, it was with his fingers and his tongue that were doing it, more than adequately. 

He turned his tongue into a 'U' and pushed it into her slick tunnel and he felt Payne's hips jumped. He moved his tongue in and out, up and down looking for that area the referred to in the books, as her 'G' spot. He could not seem to find it but Payne did not seem to mind because her body was responding marvelously. She was leaking her juices all over his face and mouth and she tasted delicious. Her direction giving skills were very narrow because she kept saying to Dycke "Yes, right there, right there!" Dycke's fingers were rubbing away at her clit and he knew by Payne's body movement, her words, and her breathing that she would be exploding any time now. So he grabbed both of her thighs tightly and backed off. 

Payne's head popped up off the pillow and asked "Why the fuck did you stop. I was almost there." 

Dycke smiled and said "Do you love me? 

Payne replied "If you don't get back down there and finish what you started there won't be enough of you left to love." 

He said "Is that all I am to you, a sex toy." 

"Dycke, I love you, get back to work." 

He said yes dear and put a finger into her vagina slowly, which caused Payne to arch her back. He began to search, again, for that elusive 'G' spot. He found a small rough area on the top lining of her vagina and rubbed it to see if he got any reaction out of Payne. "He sure did." He increased the speed of his digital massage and the reaction was increased, exponentially. Payne's color was now bright pink. Her breathing was rapid and shallow and her hips and lower body were uncontrollable and she was dripping with sweat. Dycke wanted this to be the best and most memorable time Payne ever had. He lowered his head between her thighs and again quickened his fingers pace on her spot. As he felt Payne's hips start to feel for the ceiling he reached out his tongue licked her open vagina and bit her clit hard. Payne screamed in pain, squirted like a cannon, collapsed on his bed and fell asleep. 

She awoke many minutes later to a pair of blue eyes smiling at her, with a glass of ice water in his hands. She asked him, "Dycke, as if I don't already know your answer, what would you have done with that water, if I had not woke up?" 

"Oh, I would have had to drink it myself, dear," he said. 

Payne said, "Yeah, right. You would have been poured on my head more than likely." 

He put on a hurt face and said "Would I do that to you?" 

"After what you just did to me, you bet your ass you would" she replied. Payne kissed him and realized that she tasted herself on his lips. She looked at Dycke with a twinkle in her eye and said "How did I taste?" 

"Delicious. I could eat you all day" he said. 

Payne ducked her head and blushed, not used to the obvious sexual overtone of his comment. She took a long drink of water and handed the glass back to Dycke. 

Dycke asked her if she would like to rest for a while before they continued and Payne said yes. He pulled a light blanket out of his closet, crawled up beside Payne, and covered them both. They kissed and fell asleep holding on to one another.

Dycke woke up to a very unfamiliar but wonderful feeling. He was still covered by his blanket but Payne wasn't where she had been before. When he realized what was happening, he threw the covers off himself to find her slowly sucking on his dick. She smiled up at him and said "I knew this was alive but I thought you were dead. " Then she continued her up and down journey. She used her tongue on the top of Dycke's dick as the manual had instructed her to do and took as much of his length and girth into her mouth as she dare. When Payne had him at that point, she stopped and rolled her tongue completely around his penis and heard Dycke groan. At that moment, she smiled and said to herself "gotcha!" She continued Dycke's slow torture. She did not believe in getting angry. She believed, wholeheartedly, in getting even. Dycke would find that out soon enough. The articles and posts she had read gave her enough information on how to hold off a man's ejaculation. She increased her speed but not her depth. Dycke's body was responding and his hands were at her head and ears. He was not holding her down but he was in position to do so if he wanted to. Payne felt Dycke raise his hips off the bed but he moved his hands away from her and grabbed the bed itself. She was proud of him for not stuffing her down on his dick and was going to allow him to come but thought "No let's let him suffer a little." So she stopped. 

Dycke looked at her and she said "What!" 

"Are you done" he said. 

"No just taking a little break, my jaws are tired" she said. 

"I have a paddle in this house you know" Dycke threatened. 

Payne replied "Go get it. See if I care. You will never get another blowjob from me. I will, also, find someone else to complete the "Chore" you never got to." When she finished saying that Payne squeezed Dycke's dick very hard causing a very loud growl.  

"Stop" he said "Enough. What do you want, Payne." 

"Nothing" she said. "It just seemed like we hadn't talked in a little while and I missed it." 

"Payne" he said "I'm going to wring your lovely neck." 

She said "Not while I'm holding this one" she said and squeezed the neck of his dick.

He howled "Payne!" 

She lowers her mouth over his dick again and sensations shifted between night and day. One second he was in agony the next ecstasy. Payne had Dycke in her cross hairs but she had to decide now what to do with him next. Taunting him had been fun but now she had a decision to make. Did she let Dycke come in her mouth or on her body? Dycke had eaten her, tasted, and swallowed her juices. Her juices were liquid, however. According to the pictures she had seen and the articles she read Dycke's cum could run anywhere from thick and viscous to light and watery. She would not know which until it was too late. Steve's had been thick, would Dycke's be like that? Kelli liked it, would she? If she let him cum in her mouth, what should she do with it? Should she spit it out or should she swallow it. She had heard a lot of stories at school from girls who talked openly about their sexual adventures but she had no knowledge of it's' taste at all. The books all said it was pure protein, but what did protein taste like? While all this thinking was going on in Payne's head, it distracted her from what she was doing to him. Her mouth was drooling and suctioning Dycke's dick and the movements of her tongue, circling over the head of his penis, made all her thinking pointless. On her mouths next down stroke, Dycke's dick fired the first round of his little swimmers, into the back of Payne's throat causing her swallow reflex to kick in automatically. On her way up, his dick shot off another volley and Payne thought to herself, "In for a penny, in for a pound" and she continued swallowing until Dycke's dick finally calmed down. As it stopped, firing and his little swimmers were floating around in her stomach. Payne kept kissing and licking Dycke's cock like a lioness tending a newborn cub. Dycke looked down at her and smiled until Payne looked at him and said "Are we even?" 




Having Fun with Dycke and Payne Ch. 03







Having Fun with Dycke and Payne Ch. 03



22. The Hospital

Payne checked into the medical center at 10a.m., on March 3rd. She had missed Dycke's early morning phone call on March 2nd and wondered if she missed todays because they were traveling. She was not a happy camper. Her day was a busy one with a myriad of tests: blood work, x-rays, CAT scans; an MRI and she had not even met her doctors, yet. Every time she got comfortable, someone would come into her room and take her somewhere else for another test. She decided to rest in the visitors lounge and let them come and find her, which they eventually did.

When she got back to her room, after what she hoped would be the last test for that day, the light on her telephone was flashing. She picked it up and waited for the message to start: "Hello gorgeous" she heard and her eyes lit up like beacons in the night "I am still in the Netherlands tying up some loose ends. I am sorry I am not there with you, babe but I will do my best to make it up to you when I get back. I love you Payne. Oh, the inheritance I received will be enough to pay for our living expenses while we are in college. We will be able to save our folks the money they would have had to lay out. You can tell them, if you want. I love you Payne. I bought you a little something. I hope you like it. It is not returnable, so if you do not, I will give it to one of my sisters. Goodbye my love."

Now, Payne had a smile on her face and when her parents walked into her room, her father said "And what did Mr. Four Thirty in the morning have to say?"

"He is going to save both you and his parents a lot of money," she said.

"I always liked that boy, very responsible." Piker Temple replied.

"Dycke said that the money from his inheritance would be enough to cover our expenses for all four years of college and he even bought me a present, while he was there."

"Smart boy" her mother said.

"Mom" Payne said, "He didn't have to do that. His father had to lay out thousands of dollars for him to go there. Dycke wasn't going to spend an extra dime if he didn't have to."

Piker Temple said, again, "I always liked that boy, very responsible."

Payne looked at her father and said, "If you're going to be mean to my boyfriend, I'm going to make you a grandfather before your time!"

Alletta Temple grinned at her daughter but Piker Temple went white with fear. He said, "You wouldn't do that to us. What about your career in the law? What if Dycke doesn't marry you?"

Payne looked at her dad and said, "Who said Dycke was going to be the father?"

Piker looked at his daughter and then his wife and said "Alletta talk to her, she'll ruin her entire life."

Alletta Temple said "You got yourself into this mess, mister, don't come running to me for help."

"Okay, Payne," her father said, "I'll be nice. But if he calls the house again at 4:30 in the morning and he is not dying, I will find him and kill him myself."

Payne and her mom laughed and everything returned to normal. An aide brought a wheel chair into the room to take Payne for another exam.

She exclaimed "Oh shit! Here they go again."

23. Visitation Rights

Before exiting his aircraft, Dycke called home because he knew his dad was due to get up shortly anyhow. The phone rang only twice before his father picked it up and said, "Hello."

"Hi dad, how are you. It's me Dycke."

Chad said "Well, being that I only have one son, and the voice on the other end of this conversation is male, I figured out it was you, Dycke."

"Oh, yeah, right dad. I have an awful lot to tell you and very little time right now to do it, so I need you to listen to me very carefully. Okay."

"Yes son. Go ahead," Chad Schneider, said.

"I am sitting in my jet aircraft, with my crew and ground crew. I have inherited more money than I thought existed. I do not know how much in dollars, yet, because it is being converted from Euros. I will know the exact amount today or tomorrow. I want you to plan a trip around the world for you and mom. You will be going by private jet, so just pick the itinerary you want and where you want to stay. It is on Payne and me. When you get back, I will send Payne's parent's on the same type of trip, unless you four want to go together. Believe me, dad, from now on, money will be no object. I will talk with you later. Good bye!"

Chad Schneider looked at the telephone and said, "Okay son, later." 

His wife walked into the kitchen, Chad was still looking at the phone, and she said, "What's wrong dear, does Dycke have a problem?"

"Bacillica, Dycke isn't prone to exaggeration, is he?" he asked.

She replied, "Quite the opposite, dear. He normally understates everything."

"Yeah, that's the way I saw it, too, "Chad said." 

"Chad, what's going on with Dycke?" she asked.

"Don't hit me, because everything I am about to say just came out of the mouth of our son, okay" he asked.

Bacillica agreed and a few moments later, he had to pick her up off the floor. Her son was wealthy beyond her wildest dreams. What would happen to him now? 

As he departed the aircraft, Dycke had a thought. He did not know what type accommodation the crew had received in the past, so he asked them.

They said "Whatever you want, sir?"

Dycke said, "Listen. I am brand new at this. You folks are going to have to guide me around for a long time, until I get used to this money and this aircraft thing. So please, help me out here?"

The pilot answered for the entire group. He said, "Sir, we all stay at the same hotel, in separate rooms. It was normally charged to one on Mr. Schneider's corporate accounts that several of us were allowed to sign on and give the receipts in at the office in Utrecht upon return."

"Okay," Dycke said. "What's the best hotel in town? Someone find out, get us all rooms for at least four nights, possibly a week. All meals and recreational activities are on me. Check in with the hotel every evening at six, just in case I need the plane. Okay? "

Dycke went to the local American Express office, with Fiona at his side, to set up several accounts. Dycke was only eighteen and when he told them what he wanted they laughed at him. He gave them a private bank telephone number in Switzerland to verify his credentials. When their conversation ended, the representative told Dycke that he would receive everything he had asked for tomorrow morning at his hotel no later than 9:00a.m. Dycke told the representative to deliver the items to his aircraft at hangar seven, no later than 10:00a.m. The agent agreed. Dycke departed without a handshake or a goodbye. 

They went to a local florist where he bought every pink flower the store had, plus a few red ones. He had the florist write the card. It said "Hi gorgeous! I could not stand the thought of you being in a room without anything pink or red in it. Think of me when you look at these. I will get back to you as fast as I can, my love." He paid for the flowers, told the florist if anyone asked it was an email order. However, in order to be sure the flowers would get to Payne quickly, Dycke left a hefty tip.

At 2:00a.m., Fiona and Dycke entered the hospital via the emergency room. Fiona found a pair of green scrubs, and Dycke found a lab coat and a cart in a hallway. He pushed it past a few hospital personnel on his way to the elevators. Once inside, he waited for Fiona and pushed the button to Payne's floor. When they got there, he pushed the cart past her door to another hallway. He left it there and doubled back to see Payne. Fiona slipped into the room across the hall to have a clear view of the entryway to Payne's room.

The flowers he sent her were all over her room. He moved them to hinder the view from the doorway and then went to Payne's side.

"Hello my love," he said "while kissing her ear. Payne reacted by brushing him away from her ear as if he were an annoying bug.

"Hello my love," he said "while kissing her on her cheek. Payne's reaction was the same.

He undressed completely, got into bed behind her, slipped his hands under her hospital gown, started to rub her pussy, kissed her neck, and said, "Hello, my love."

Payne heard something but she felt someone touching her vagina and she was getting ready to scream when she heard it again: "Hello my love." She spun around and looked into Dycke's face and he had to cover her mouth before she screamed. 

Dycke looked into her eyes and said, "I have a present for you."

Payne whispered, "What present?"

He said, "This present! I carry it with me every day, and it is just for you. He lifted the covers and showed her."

She said, "I'm in a hospital. Someone will hear us."

Dycke said, "Do you really care?"

"No, not really" she grinned, as she took off her hospital gown.

Payne grabbed Dycke and said, "You lied to me. I have to punish you. Lay down." She grabbed him by his dick and balls and squeezed gently. This elicited a groan from Dycke and Payne told him to keep it down or she would have to spank him. 

Dycke said "You and what army?"

Payne grinned, lowered her head over the crown of his penis, and took a little nip and again Dycke grimaced. She licked and tongued her way down. She pushed it further into her mouth than she ever had before and there was still much more of his dick remaining outside her mouth for future enjoyment. She rolled his balls, like ripe plums in her hand and bobbed her head up and down on his dick. Moment after moment she tortured Dycke, until she felt him raise his hips, involuntarily, from the bed. She increased her suctioning pressure and speed. Dycke took the pillow from behind his head, placed it over his mouth, and screamed into it as he came. Spurt after spurt of Dycke's offering flew into Payne's mouth and she swallowed it. A little of the overflow went out of the corner of her mouth onto her chin and finally settled on her left breast and nipple.

Payne was still nursing on Dycke's shrinking member when he turned her over and kissed her. Feeling the wetness on her breast, Payne looked and went to scoop up the last of his semen off her breast, but Dycke beat her to it. He plunged his mouth over her nipple and sucked hard. Payne grasped the back of his head, pulling him even closer to her. She moaned in delight as he fed of her breast. He released the erect nipple, bit it lightly and Payne tried to shrink back from the pain. Dycke cleaned the rest of her breast, inch by inch, slowly with his tongue. Her right breast was next, his hand went under her panties, at the same time, and he started playing with her clit and vagina. 

Payne said, "Take them off."

Dycke said "What?"

"My panties, you jerk."

He said, "You mean you're not afraid anymore?"

Payne said, "One day, these jokes of yours are going to backfire on you."

Dycke said, "I'm not joking, someone is walking down the hall."

Payne listened, heard the footsteps, and said, "Hide!"

Dycke was out of the bed in a flash and into the bathroom.

The door to Payne's room opened and a lab technician walked in and "woke her up."

He said "I'm sorry to wake you, Ms. Temple, but the doctor ordered blood be taken every six hours.

Payne gave him her arm. The technician did his 'Dracula' thing and left her room, closing her door behind him.

She called out to Dycke "All clear."

Dycke came out of the bathroom slowly and went to make sure the door was closed, completely. He looked over at Payne, smiled and said "Apology accepted."

She grinned as he took her panties off and angled her body across the bed. He knelt down between her knees and kissed her thighs on his way up to her treasures. Time was of the essence, so he picked up her legs and put them over his shoulders. He pulled her hips forward and that opened Payne up to him completely. He took one, long lick from her anus to her clit, which made Payne shudder. Then he went in reverse and stayed by her bottom and played there until her legs were moving him around so much, he had to fold her in half to make her stop.

Looking into her eyes Dycke said "Time to bite the pillow, my love" and he continued his preparations to get Payne to orgasm. He moved up with his tongue, to her vaginal opening, which was oozing with liquid. He licked as deep into Payne as he could, circling his tongue, feeling her ridges and her contractions, as she tried to keep him inside her. Dycke moved to her labia and sucked, bit and licked them. He inserted one and then two fingers into her until she was moving her body around non-stop again. He had not touched her clit, yet but that would take place soon enough. He picked up the pace, moving his fingers to the top wall of her pussy with very rapid strokes. He placed his tongue back by her anus and pushed it against it, as hard as he could and he heard Payne scream as she came. 

Dycke did not give Payne time to come down from her high. He continued his assault on her senses by going after her clit. He bit it lightly and Payne arched her back and cried out. He sucked on it harder and her body reacted as if a Taser hit it. His left hand squeezed her nipples and breasts, alternating between the left and right. He removed his fingers from her pussy, moved them down towards her little pink star, and started to rub it vigorously. 

Payne climbed towards another orgasm, when Dycke did everything he had learned from his sex research at one time. When he felt that Payne could not take any more, he squeezed the tip of her left nipple hard, bit her clit, and pushed a finger into her ass. Payne screamed as loud as she ever had in her life into that pillow, squirted all over Dycke's face, and chest and passed out. 

Dycke smiled and thought, "Sometimes it pays to be a nerd." He went into the bathroom and cleaned himself up. He took a wet washcloth and a towel and went back to clean up Payne. While he did this, she did not even stir. He put her panties and hospital gown on, placed her back on the bed properly, and let her sleep. He opened the door to her room and slipped, unseen, out of the hospital. 

24. To Dream or not to Dream

Payne was woken up a 6:00a.m., by her nurse. She was very confused. Dycke was not there. There was no sign of him. She asked the nurse, if there had been any visitors during the night. The nurse told her that it was against hospital policy for visitors to be in the hospital after 9p.m. Payne thought it could not have been a dream. It was too real. Dycke was with her this morning. She checked under the covers and her panties were on. Her hospital gown was on. It must have been a dream. Dycke's message yesterday said he was still in Europe and was not finished with his business there. She had never had such a vivid dream. She must miss him a lot more than she thought she did to have such a sexually charged dream. "I hope he gets back here soon; I need the real thing, badly!" she thought to herself.

Piker Temple received a message at his hotel from the secretary of the majority owner of a large European corporation, requesting at meeting onboard his private aircraft that morning at 11:00a.m., on a matter of great urgency. 

Piker could not understand how this person got his name or how he knew he was in Durham, but he was not going to turn down the prospect of landing a new and potentially lucrative client for his firm. A limousine arrived to pick Piker up at his hotel and took him to the aircraft hangar. When he approached the plane, a stunning hostess greeted him, checked his I.D., and frisked him, slowly and thoroughly for weapons. Piker was truly embarrassed by the time she finished. He climbed up the stairs into the cabin and Dycke greeted him. 

Dycke said "Good morning Mr. Temple."

"Good morning Dycke." He said. "What are you doing here?" 

Dycke said, "Meeting you."

Piker Temple replied, "I'm sorry Dycke. There must be some mistake. I came to meet a businessman about a matter of some urgency, the message said."

Dycke said, "I know. I sent you the message. How do you like my new airplane?"

Piker just looked at him and said "Dycke this is, at least, a forty million dollar machine.

Dycke smiled and said, "I know that but I got it on sale. Here is the receipt and the title."

Piker Temple looked at the items and said, "I have to sit down."

"Would you like something to drink Mr. Temple? We have just about anything imaginable on board," Dycke said.

Piker said "Coffee, please."

Dycke signaled for Fiona to bring coffee and desserts.

"Dycke" Piker Temple asked, "You paid ten Euros for this plane?

"Yip" Dycke replied. "From my new favorite uncle twice removed. He has six others so he gave me this one and charged me ten euros to make it legal." 

"The I.R.S. may come after you big time for this." Piker said. 

"Maybe" Dycke said. "But I cannot talk to you about it until you agree to these terms." He handed Payne's dad the sealed envelope.

As Piker Temple read the letter, his eyes kept drifting from it to Dycke and back to the letter. Then, he looked at the check and his eyes really opened. He looked at Dycke and said, "I can't do it, Dycke. It's part of my partnership agreement with the firm."

Dycke looked down for a moment and said, "How much will it cost them to buy you out?" 

Piker said "About three hundred thousand dollars."

Dycke said "No problem. I will guarantee them double that amount of work through some of my corporations. Set up a meeting of your partners after we take Payne home. Okay?"

"Okay. Boss" Piker said.

Dycke said "I'd prefer 'son', dad."

Piker smiled and said, "Okay, son!"

"Dad, I have one more question for you, before we head over to the hospital. Does that check close the books for my 4:30 a.m. phone call?" Dycke asked.

Piker said "Let me see if the check clears and I'll let you know." 

"Okay dad, now we have to talk about business, the little bit I know about it so far. All my important business records are in route to your home by secure transport three separate ways, for security purposes. All the records are coded and only I have the key to the code. There is a copy in a vault in Amsterdam. Here is the box number. I do not know the names of the businesses I own or am partners in or a stockholder but I know there are 82 of them. The lawyer, Turnquest Schneider, said that deposits are made into each bank account quarterly or whatever the arrangement is with a particular company. He said that I should be able to live easily on fifty to fifty five million dollars a year. There will be another fifty million to add to the principle at the end of each year. These businesses must be huge. I cannot sell or give away any of them away outside the family. You will have a copy of the Will to look over. The legal stuff is up to you. If you need help, get it, but you are the boss. 

"Okay son," Piker said. When we get back, I will put all the wheels in motion and make you wealthier than you already are.

"Wrong dad, we are all going to become very wealthy," Dycke said.

The limo took both men back to the hospital. Payne was talking with a doctor when they walked in. She saw Dycke and she screamed, jumped out of bed, tackled, and kissed him. "It was you, your back, I wasn't dreaming." 

Dycke realized her confusion and decided to play with her for a while. He said, "What are you talking about? I just got in. I met your father at the plane and we came here together. Right, Mr. Temple?"

Payne's father said "That's true, darling. I met Dycke at his airplane this morning and we came right here together." 

Payne looked even more confused than before, but she had to turn her attention back to the doctor who had been waiting, impatiently. He talked with her for five more minutes about his part of the procedure and left. "2 more doctors and the anesthesiologist to go" Payne thought.

Payne's mother walked into the room and said "Dycke, your back!" 




Having Fun with Dycke and Payne Ch. 03



Dycke said, "Yes I am mom."

Alletta Temple looked at him strangely but let the statement pass as she went over to kiss Payne. "Sorry I'm late dear. I found this darling little shop and I just couldn't pass bye without going in."

Piker Temple groaned and Payne laughed at her. Alletta Temple turned to her husband and said "Piker, stop it. I didn't spend all that much." Her husband groaned again.

Dycke said to him, "Don't worry, dad, the check will clear." 

The two women looked at Dycke and did not know what he was talking about so they asked, "What check?"

Piker said "I'm sorry, my dears, attorney client privilege." 

"Dycke, may I speak to you, alone." Payne asked with a frown on her face. 

Her mother looked at her and said "Good girl" as she pulled he husband out of the room.

Payne said, "Okay, what's up."

"What's up with you?" Dycke asked. "When I walked in it was like you had seen a ghost."

Payne told him about the hot dream she had during the night. 

Dycke could not help but grin and when Payne saw it she yelled "You bastard, you did it to me, again, didn't you?"

Dycke said "Yes but I had to get even with you for falling asleep on me, didn't I?"

Payne said "One day, after we are really married, I am going to wake up an innocent widow."

Dycke said, "I have a way to make it up to you if you want it? Otherwise, if you're too mad I'll let my sisters fight over it."

"Is this the non-returnable present," Payne asked.

"Yes"

"Okay. I'll look at it," she said. 

Dycke sat on the right side of Payne's bed and held out the little black box he had been holding in his hand and asked as he opened the box "Payne Elizabeth Temple, my PET, will you marry me?" 

"Of course, dummy! I already told you that." She said.

He opened the little blue box he held in his hand. She saw the diamond ring and she screamed. Dycke took it out of its holder, placed it on her ring finger, and said "Well? Do you want to keep it or should I let my sisters fight over it?" 

Payne was tongue-tied. She could not speak for a moment. 

Therefore, Dycke decided to try to take the ring off her finger. 

Payne screamed again "If you valve your life you will not try that again." Her parents, who were just outside her door, heard the screams and rushed into the room to see what had happened.

Payne yelled "Mom look!"

Alletta Temple hurried to her daughter, looked at her engagement ring, and was amazed at its size and beauty. She told Payne "You can't wear this every day, dear; someone will try to steal it."

Dycke said "Don't worry mom, it's insured. It came from a diamond mine I am part owner of."

Alletta, Piker and Payne Temple looked at Dycke as if he was from outer space.

Dycke stood there and smiled.

Alletta asked, "How big is it?"

Dycke said "11.08 carats. The clarity is VVS1. The cut is called "Brilliant." The color is H or Blue White.

Payne asked Dycke "Should I ask how much it cost?"

Dycke said "Less than my airplane."

Piker Temple went into a coughing fit and Dycke went over and started pounding on his back.

Dycke asked, "Are you okay dad?"

Piker said "Less than your airplane!" as he continued coughing, nearly continuously. "How much less than your airplane?" he asked.

"Nine dollars" Dycke said with a big grin on his face.

Piker choked and said, "I think I'm going to be sick. I need a drink and I don't mean coffee."

"The limo is still downstairs dad, and it is fully stocked" Dycke said.

Piker said, "I'll be back later, much later." and he left the room.

The ladies asked, "What was that all about?"

Dycke said, "Men stuff."

Payne gave Dycke a very dirty look.

Dycke just pointed to her ring finger.

Dycke watched as Payne dipped her head to look at her engagement ring. Her eyes sparkled and glowed. Payne's happiness showed through so brightly, that everyone in the room could see the positive energy she projected. 

She wore a smile that outshone the eleven-carat blue-white diamond ring that she held so close to her heart and his. 

The End / Chapter 3



Having Fun with Dycke and Payne Ch. 04



Chapter 4

22. Operation Day

It was a little after 5:00 o'clock in the morning and the lights went on in Payne Temple's room. She neither saw nor heard anything because she was sound asleep, at least for the moment. The nurses went about their business, setting up the intravenous bags, injectable medications, razors, and sterilization items and then, they woke Payne up. 

Payne looked around the room, with a mixture of anxiety, apprehension, and outright fear. She had waited her entire life for this moment and all she wanted to do now was 'run away.' 

The lead nurse saw the look in Payne's face and went over to comfort her. She had seen that look so many times before, from patients, old and young alike, and she understood how the thought of undergoing a procedure, of this magnitude, could cause such alarm. She talked with Payne for a time and assured her that today; she was in the hands of the best team of doctors, nurses, and operating room specialist in the world. This team knew Payne had waited her entire life for this day. They would move heaven and earth to give her the absolute best result possible. This was her team. They were assembled downstairs going over her procedure, step-by-step, for probably the fifteenth time. The nurse hugged Payne. She asked her to try to stay calm and in a short time, she was going to give her medication that would help her relax.

Payne thanked the nurse for her kindness and tried to do as she asked. She closed her eyes and thought of Dycke. She believed she had fallen asleep and started smiling because she heard his favorite greeting: "Good morning, gorgeous." She moaned with delight while her eyes were still closed, not wanting to interrupt her dream. When he repeated her favorite greeting "Good Morning, Gorgeous" and added a kiss to her dream, she opened her eyes wide and kissed the mirage back. The phantom was flesh and blood and Dycke's blue eyes were stared back at her. Payne said, "You can't be here. Visiting hours are not until ten o'clock and I will be in surgery until tonight."

Dycke smiled and replied, "Isn't it amazing what a large donation to a research hospital can get you."

Payne said, "Dycke, this money is going to your head."

He whispered into her ear "Which one?

Payne hit him, instantly.

Dycke said to her "Babe, if I cannot spend our money to be together with you, on the most important day of your life, I might as well just burn it."

"I love you so much, Dycke," she said.

He backed away from her and said, "I know and I deserve it."

Payne looked at him and growled, "You're lucky you are out of reach, otherwise, the little head would be detached from the big head."

Both nurses, in the room, could not help but laugh and told Dycke that he was upsetting their patient. One nurse said, "If you want to stay with our patient, you had better treat her nicely or you will be out on your rear."

Payne laughed at Dycke's discomfort. Three women were threatening him and he was just getting used to dealing with one. She called the nurses over to her bedside, introduced them to her fiancé, and showed them her ring. They both gasped. 

The nurses asked "What is he, a drug dealer?"

Payne said "No. He owns a diamond mine."

The nurses looked at Dycke, turned back towards Payne, and said, "You're kidding, right?"

Payne chirped back "Nope!"

The nurses looked at Dycke again, shook their heads in disbelief, and just went back to their preparations for Payne's surgery, talking with each other.

A doctor, of Native American ancestry, walked into the room carrying, what looked like, a glass head. He said good morning to everyone and walked over to his patient. He introduced himself as Doctor Samuel Sage Wolf. He told Payne that he was her plastic surgeon." He showed Payne the baby picture taken on the day of her birth. He explained that they used advanced computer logarithms to age her picture to show what she might have looked like today. He took out a picture, 'showing an ugly witch's face, covered warts, and a long hooked nose.

Payne screamed "No!"

The doctor laughed and said, "Just kidding."

Payne screamed "No," turned toward Dycke, and said, "Did that bastard put you up to this?"

"Will it get me out of trouble, if I say yes?" he said?

Payne said, "Only if you want to testify at my murder trial."

"In that case, no he didn't." I do that to all my patients that have to undergo such a radical procedure, as yours. It lessens their expectations. Most patients feel they will come out of surgery looking like supermodels. It does not happen that way. I do the best I can with what there is for me to work with. I will not know that until my colleagues are finished with their portions of the operation. This model is what I will be aiming for. I hope I can do better than this but I won't know until later today." The doctor displayed the model to Payne and Dycke and discussed the technical challenges he would face to get that far.

Payne looked at the glass face. Is this what I was supposed to look like? She looked at the head from every angle. Finally, she said to Dycke, "I look like Steve." 

Dycke said, "You are twins. We could say that Steve looks like you and we could call him a 'fairy."

Payne chuckled and said "Not after what I saw going on in his bedroom last month."

"Oh, really! Was it so good that we should film it and use it as training material?"

Payne replied "No. Your reading material seems to have given you skills that have you as advanced as I can take right now."

Doctor Sage Wolf intervened, saying he was going home to get some sleep. He would be back at the hospital by two o'clock this afternoon. His procedure should start between 3:30 and 4:30 this afternoon, if everything else was moving along on schedule. He picked up 'his head', said goodbye and departed.

As he started to sit down, the nurses told Dycke to 'get lost,' so they could prepare Payne for the operating room. They would page him when he could return to the room. Dycke was not happy but he complied with the order. 

When the nurses paged him back to the room, Payne was already on the gurney, hooked up to the IV drips. The nurses had covered Payne's left hand with gauze and sealed in a plastic bag. Dycke did not understand the reason for this, so he asked a nurse about it.

She told him that Payne refused to take off her engagement ring. Therefore, they had to cover it and seal it off to prevent any possible infection, in the operating room.

Payne had already received her sedative and was very drowsy. Dycke told her that he was going to be at her side until they dragged him away. He kissed her as they started wheeling her toward the elevators and down to the operating room. When they reached the sign that said "Authorized Personnel Only, Dycke pulled the gurney to a stop. He looked Payne in the eye and said, "You are my love. Whatever happens in there today, we are one and always will be one. I love you Payne Temple and I always will." He kissed her and the attendants moved Payne beyond the doors and out of Dycke's sight. It would be twelve or more hours before the doctors would complete this miracle of medical science, technology, and luck. Dycke went to the hospital's chapel to ask for help from a higher authority. He asked for 'his God's' help for everyone involved with Payne's care. Dycke asked for help, so the people in the operating room could do their best work and that Payne would come through this operation 'healthy.' Nothing else mattered to him: 'Nothing!'

23. The Longest Day

It was 6:45a.m when the clock in the operating room began counting. The surgeons started by making incisions from the crown of Payne's head, along her hairline to a point just behind her ears. They came forward and then down in front of both ears and stopped just below her mandible. The doctors assisting this procedure sealed the bleeding blood vessels, immediately, limiting the amount of blood loss. The doctors pulled Payne's skin down, very carefully, to expose her badly damaged bone structure. Doctor Summitt, the cranial surgeon, got his first real view of the problems his patients face presented. He had studied all the X-rays, MRI's, and Bone Scans and thought to himself, "until you look at your patient like this. How could you have any idea where to begin?" Now he could start to work, putting together a face that was destroyed eighteen years before. 

The surgical nurses changed their tables. Now, those tables looked like a high tech mechanics tool chest: electric chisels, hammers, grinders, probes, sanders, saws, a hole saws, knives, screws, and wires. They were all there and more were in the wings; waiting to be picked up by their master's. Every eventuality had been thought of, plus NASA's famous "What If" list had been used, as a just in case scenario. 

By noon, Dycke was going crazy with worry. Piker Temple tried to calm him down with no success. Piker tried to explain to him that his behavior was making Alletta so nervous that she was going to be sick. 

Dycke said "Dad, I don't know what to do with myself. I need to help her and I cannot. I want to see her and I cannot. I need to be with her and I cannot. I'm falling apart."

Piker replied saying, "Why don't you go back to your hotel and get some sleep? I'll call you, as soon as the operation is over."

Dycke said, "The police could not get me out of here, today."

Piker said "Fine. Would it be okay if I took Alletta to see your plane? Maybe that would distract her for a little while."

"Sure dad. Let me call and see who is available to show you two around the aircraft. I'll have a limo pick all of you up and take you to the hangar," Dycke said."

Piker replied, "Just put in the number and let me speak to anyone who answers. If they hear your voice the way it is, they will think you are under duress and start calling in the police, FBI, and the army to try to rescue you.

Dycke laughed and said, "You're probably right. Here dad, just hit one seven and Fiona should answer. She will tell you who is available."

"Well, dad, Fiona is a lot more than a hostess. She is former British Secret Service or as she put it 'MI 6.' She can handle weapons of all sorts. She is my bodyguard and escort, when I am going to be out of town, alone on business."

Mr. Temple laughed and said, "I want to be there, when you try to explain that to my daughter!"

Dycke said, "I already have that figured out, dad. Fiona is going to teach both of us 'martial arts.' I am going to tell Payne that Fiona is a lesbian. After a very tiring and sweaty workout at a gym, I will have Fiona make a casual pass at Payne, to solidify that allusion. That way, she will never have to worry about my fidelity. I will never cheat on her, dad, never. I love her too much. I would kill myself before I hurt her."

Piker told Dycke "In that case Dycke, tell her the truth, upfront. You will always get caught in a lie."

Dycke thought about this advice for a moment and asked, "Is this advice coming from Payne's father or from my lawyer?"

"Both" Piker said. "It's a great way to begin a solid relationship."

"Thanks, Dad. I will do it your way. I wasn't looking forward to Payne killing me if she ever found out the truth" Dycke replied.

Piker laughed and signaled for Dycke to be quiet as the phone started to ring. He started to walk away from the group so he could be alone for his conversation.

Fiona answered the call immediately because the ring was linked to only one caller, her new boss. She said, "Good morning, boss. How may I help you?"

"Fiona, this is Piker Temple, the guy you so gently accosted at the base of Dycke's aircraft the other morning. How are you today?" he asked?

Fiona said "Fine sir, but what are you doing with the Mister Schneider's phone?"

"Fiona, he has a problem that I was looking for some help with. They are operating on Payne, as we speak. Dycke has been upset since it started six hours ago and there may be another six or more to go, before the doctors are done. He will never make it that long. Do you guy's think that you could kidnap him and fly him around for a while so he can calm down?" Piker asked.

Fiona said, "Tell me exactly where you are and I will be there in short order." After he told her, she was out the door in five minutes. In her bag, she placed two marked syringes, one red, and one blue. She, also, had a small amount of a little green powder. Dycke would never know what hit him.

Fiona arrived at the hospital and went to the surgical waiting room. Dycke was pacing the floor. She said to him "Sir, I will have to tie you up if you don't calm down."

Not amused, Dycke said, "You're fired." 

"Thank you, sir," Fiona said. "Now I can beat the shit out of you and still receive unemployment."

Dycke looked at Fiona as she put her bag down and took off her jacket. He said "Okay! You're not fired; I'll try to calm down."

Fiona said to him "That's the spirit boss. May I get you something to eat or drink?"

"Yes, I would like a bottle of soda, if you can find one." He said.

"Milk" Fiona said. "With the acid in your stomach now, if you were to drink anything like soda, orange juice, or coffee, you would be doubled over in pain in thirty minutes or less. So, it's milk or tea?"

Dycke said, "Do you see Mister Temple, All the things I told you, plus another mother hen." He then asked Fiona for milk.

"Good choice, boss, because that was what you were getting anyhow" Fiona replied.

Dycke said, "You know dad, somehow I don't feel like I'm the boss."

Piker Temple laughed at Dycke, while his wife elbowed him and asked, "What did he tell you?"

Piker said to her "In a little while dear, just wait and see."

Fiona went to a vending machine and selected a bottle of chocolate milk. She removed the green power from her purse, and put it in the bottle of milk. She made sure the top was on extremely tight. She shook it vigorously, walked back, and gave it to Dycke. 

Dycke struggled to open the bottle and everyone laughed. 

Fiona asked "Boss, are you so nervous that you have lost all of your strength?"

Dycke glared at her and put everything he had into opening the bottle until it finally gave in and opened.

"Way to go, Dycke," Piker said. "I can see that my daughter is in 'good hands!"

Alletta and Fiona laughed, while Dycke fumed and drank his milk to the very last drop.

Fiona said to Dycke, "Sir, you still look extremely nervous. Try this. It is an old trick of mine. Try counting backwards from ten."

Dycke said "Okay," not believing it would do anything." Ten-nine-eight-seven-six-five-four..." Dycke mumbled before he was asleep.

Piker laughed, again. Alletta looked at him, stunned. Fiona reached into her bag and removed the red syringe. She asked Piker for his assistance.

She said, "Mr. Temple, if you would hold Dycke's head like this, I will inject him with a sedative that will keep him asleep for six to ten hours. If needed, I can wake him up earlier by using an antidote but at least he will rest and cause himself and no one else any undue stress." 

"Now, may I get you or your wife and food or drink because I will not leave while he is asleep."

Alletta looked at Fiona as if she were too good to be true. She asked her to explain her relationship with Dycke.

Fiona said, "Dycke and I have a very 'intimate' relationship!

Alletta gasped and said "What" as Piker laughed aloud. Alletta hit him and said, "What's so amusing, he's bedding our daughter. That woman may have some disease and Dycke may transfer it to Payne.

Fiona and Piker both laughed this time.

Alletta was furious now, and said, "Will someone let me in on this joke, please?"

Piker said "Okay dear. Do not laugh dear. Fiona is Dycke's bodyguard. She is a former British agent, the equivalent to our CIA. She is trained in all the martial arts. Soon, she will be teaching Payne and Dycke how to protect themselves. She will be getting other agents, soon, because she cannot be at both schools at the same time. If Dycke has to go out of town on business and Payne stays home, she becomes his 'escort' as a cover story. Do you understand, now?"

"Can she prove she was all the things she said she was" Alletta asked?

Fiona responded saying, "Spies don't get a report card when they leave the service. What they get is word of mouth accreditation from a colleague or a higher up when asked for by a trusted source. That is how I was recruited by Mr. Turnquest Schneider and Dycke inherited me from him."

Piker told Alletta that Fiona was very good when it came to protecting Dycke. 

Alletta asked, "How would you know?"

Piker said, "You should have seen how thoroughly she frisked me." He grinned at wife as he said this.

Alletta said to him "You are going to pay, dearly, for that smile."

Fiona smiled and told Alletta that it was just her way of saying "Hello!"

Alletta asked "Do you say 'Hello' to everyone that way: Male and female?"

Fiona replied, "If a female has a certain, receptive look, absolutely. Moreover, if she is wearing a skirt, I can get her to cum in under a minute.

Alletta asked, "Did they teach you that in 'Spy School?"

"Some talents you are just born with, Alletta," Fiona said.

Three hours later, Fiona told the Temples to get something to eat or they would wind up like Dycke, who was lying across three chairs, breathing peacefully.

They left the room without incident.

Fiona went over to Dycke, put an oxygen sensor on his right index finger, and opened his left eye to check his pupil's reaction to light. His sensor reading was 98% and his pupil was reactive. Her 'boss' was doing just fine. She moved across the room from him. No one who came in would think she was with Dycke but she had a clear field of fire from this vantage point to protect him. 

When the Temple's came back over an hour later, Alletta said "Some bodyguard! She's asleep on the job."

Fiona said, with her eyes still closed, "if you were anyone who looked threatening to Dycke, the gun that I have pointed at you, would have fired, and both of you would be dead.

Alletta snarked "Yeah, right. You have a gun in there, like I have a Popsicle in my panties."

Fiona said, "I'll show you mine, if you show me yours?"

Alletta did not know what to say so she grabbed Piker and said, "Show me your gun."

Fiona took her left hand out of her bag. In it, she was holding a .40 caliber H & K pistol that was pointed directly at them. Fiona said "I've shown you mine; let me see the Popsicle that's in your panties." 

Alletta grabbed Piker's zipper as he tried to pull away. He said to his wife "How did I get involved in your bet?"

She said to him "This is the only Popsicle that has ever been in my panties, so I have to show it to her."

Piker replied, "Just so you remember, Popsicle's are short, thin and ice cold. What you are grabbing is none of those three."

Alletta told him she knew that but she had no other Popsicle to show Fiona.

Fiona whistled and said to Alletta "You must be a very happily married woman. With the size of that 'Popsicle,' I would say he is larger than ninety percent of the guys out there."

Alletta looked at Fiona, then at her husband and back to Fiona, again. She said "Really?"

Fiona said "Absolutely!" I cannot tell you about what countries I was involved with when I was with the service, but I did a great deal of financial analysis in the field. The best way to learn what a foreign government is doing illegally is by following the money. The best way to do that is through a minister or his adjutant. While they are away from home, they see a pretty woman alone at a bar speaking German with an eastern accent. They relax because she is from the eastern side of Germany and she is not a threat to them or their country's interests. After a little, satisfying sex and a little spiked champagne, they will either tell you everything or tell you who knows what you need to know and how to get it. Then your friends place him back, over your naked body, in as close a coupling position as two people can be and inject him with a slow acting antidote. He or she will awaken in a few moments on top of the woman having no memory anything else occurred. 




Having Fun with Dycke and Payne Ch. 04



"I have seen a great many cocks and pussies, young and old, so believe me when I say that your husband is a 'Gold Medal Contender" in the cock department."

Piker's chest puffed out upon hearing this news and his wife, immediately, elbowed him in the side to bring him back down to earth. 

Alletta said, "But, you let them use your body as bait?" 

"Alletta, did you ever lose anyone close to you in a war or in a terrorist attack?" Fiona asked. 

Alletta replied saying "No."

"I have," Fiona said, regretfully.

I was six, when they died. My dad was in the Navy and my oldest brother was in the Royal Marines. They went to the Falklands' because of the invasion by Argentina. My dad died on the Sheffield, when a missile hit it. My brother died while he was scouting Mount Kent, just outside of Stanley. My mom, my younger brother, and I had to grow up without them. It was very hard."

Fiona continued, "My mother was very patriotic before Dad's and Bill's death and afterwards, she became even more so. She flew the flag daily, had troops from dads' former unit and Bill's regiment over the house all the time. She helped organize parades and drives to help the troops, veterans, the wounded, and their families. I knew when I got old enough I was going to do something to protect my country. I graduated secondary school when I was fourteen. I applied for a position with the Service and they set up an appointment for me to see them. My reasoning was simple: First. I was my motivated because of the deaths of my father and brother. Second. I have a photographic memory and that was a trait I knew they could use. Third, I am a woman and they desperately needed more female agents."

"When I walked in to the interview, the panel made a collective sound of disappointment. I asked what the problem was and one panel member said that they thought I had made a mistake on the application for the year of my birth. He commented that I was fourteen.

Fiona recounted, "I told the panel 'thank you Thank you! I am fourteen, until next March 15th. When Caesar dies, I gain a year." The entire panel laughed. Lord Whitbred introduced himself and asked me to step outside for a few moments. He wanted to discuss an option with the panel and see what their opinion would be. A short time later, he asked me to come back in to the room and answer some questions. They knew I was young and naive. What they asked me made me blush, from the soles of my feet to the tips of my hair. My mother had the 'sex talk' with me but it did not include the words and descriptions with which these men filled my head. When the interview was over, even the panel members looked embarrassed. Lord Whitbred told me that another person would be taking me to another room for some addition testing. I told him that it was getting late and that my mother would be worried if I was not home on time. He assured me they would call my mother and she would be advised of my whereabouts and the approximate time of my return. She came to pick me up ten days later." 

They tested me, timed me, and tested me again. They kept me up for twenty hours on two consecutive days. Then tested me for three hours and then I was allowed to sleep for one hour. They repeated the process the second day, only I was allowed to sleep for eight hours after that was over. They had me hold, disassemble, assemble, and fire weapons of every type for hours upon end, until, even with ear protectors on I had a splitting headache. Then they tested me again. When they were done, we had one final meeting. I went to the same room as I went to the first day. Lord Whitbred and the same six others were seated and I stood in the same place I had before. 

"Lord Whitbred asked me how I felt and I told him I was tired."

He told me that from that day forward, I was in school. I would have very limited days off. I would finish my university studies in two and one half years. I was to get a double major in German and Finance. I would continue on and get a Master's Degree in both. I would be kept in shape by a security officer who will also be my roommate and as far as anyone else is concerned "my girlfriend." When you are not studying, she will train your body and when she is not training your body, she will be teaching you how to use every weapon at our disposal. If you have any time remaining during the day, Lord Whitbred would fire my security officer for dereliction of duty. She was to work me to the point where I had to focus every bit of my energy every day to complete every task assigned to me. I was going to become a field agent at an extremely young age. They thought it would be a tragedy to lose someone as talented and beautiful as me because of some stupid oversight on my part. 

Lord Whitbred asked me if I understood the gravity of my commitment.

I replied, "'Yes sir' and he welcome me aboard." 

"Five years later" Fiona said, "I was 'sleeping with the enemy' but I was getting priceless information out of them at the same time."

Alletta asked, "Fiona, you worked so hard for so long, what made you leave the service?"

Fiona said, "Please don't laugh because it still hurts when I say it: Budget Cuts. I was a junior field agent. I was unmarried. Over the objection of Lord Whitbred, I was one of the first they terminated. My friends got me the gig with Mr. Turnquest Schneider, nearly immediately, so I landed on my feet quite happily and very highly paid."

A nurse walked in to the waiting room and told the Temples that the plastic surgeon had finished his work and was now bandaging Payne. She said the doctor would be out shortly to tell them what had taken place. 

After the nurse left, Fiona took out the blue syringe and injected Dycke in his left arm. Five minutes later, Dycke started to wake up. He looked across the room and saw the Temples talking with Fiona as if they were old friends. He looked at his watch and saw that it was after 7:00 pm. He had slept the entire afternoon away and remembered counting back from ten. He sat up and said, "Okay, Fiona, what did you give me?

Fiona turned around and said, innocently "Who, me?"

Dycke replied "Thank you, Fiona."

She said "You're welcome, boss."

"How is Payne?" he asked.

Alletta Temple answered saying "The surgery is over. The surgeon will be here to talk with us soon."

About an hour later, Doctor Sage Wolf came into the waiting room. He told the assemble group that Payne had gone through the three separate procedures like a champion. She was going to have a substantial healing period of between six to eight weeks before all the bandages could be removed. In his opinion, he said, she would look as she was supposed to from birth, but only time would tell. If she did not heal properly, a second or possibly third surgery might be required to bring her facial features back to normal. 

The Doctor told them that there would be no visiting Payne this evening because of the amount of anesthesia she had received over the twelve hours of surgery and would be in the recovery room until four or five o'clock in the morning; that and they should go get something to eat and get some rest until visiting hours tomorrow morning. With that done, he said goodbye and left.

The Temples were so happy that Payne had come through the procedure, without incident, they cried while holding each other. Dycke just cried. Fiona sat by him and held him like any mother would do and let him cry it out. When all the tears had subsided, the Temples head back to their hotel. Dycke and Fiona returned to theirs. They had dinner in the hotel restaurant, together and retired to their separate rooms, for the night. 

Forty minutes later, Dycke opened his door, looked down the hallway to see if anyone was watching him, and went to the stairway and down to the lobby. He walked outside and hailed a taxi. As he reached for the handle, a female voice said, "Going somewhere, boss?" 

"Damn it, Fiona! Don't you ever sleep?" Dycke said. 

"Yes, I do boss, but I have magical ways of knowing when someone is trying to pull the wool over my eyes." She said.

Dycke said, "You bugged my room."

Fiona said "Boss that would be unethical. You may be taking care of highly classified business, which my contract strictly forbids me to disregard."

"How did you know I left my room?

Fiona said, "Easy, you opened your door."

Dycke said "Shit. I'll never be able to evade you."

She warned Dycke saying, "You really don't want to try your adolescent shit right now. If you want to see Payne, just say so and I will get you there, 'Safely!' You cannot hide a Fifty-Four million euro bank transfer to the U.S. for long. People will know who you are by the end of next week. It will be in the financial papers and in every news outlet after that because some of the companies you own are public companies with reporting obligations. People, bad people will be after you for many reasons, the most obvious one is money. Let us not make it easy on them. Okay?"

Dycke looked at her and understood what she said and apologized. Then he asked. "Fiona, first, how did you know it was Fifty-Four Million Euros? And second, how many more people do you want, and how soon can you get them?"

"Boss" she said "Secretaries draw up every document lawyers need for their bosses to do their jobs. Their boss's keep everything under close guard. The lawyer's secretary, however, can be called away from the desk, and when that occurs, simply covers-up what work was being done, instead of locking it away. I just took advantage of that oversight and peeked at the paperwork! As far as protection is concerned, boss, you do not want a 'rent a cop or a mercenary.' The first is too easy to get past and the second is too easy to bribe. You want the best there is. They are either friends of mine or former colleagues from the U.S. I can contact them and see who is available and at what price. Sir, do you even know how much you pay me? 

"Fiona, it's probably not enough. Let's talk about it on our way to the hospital and we will talk about the raise you are going to get because of your advance medical training!"

Fiona got into the taxi laughing and Dycke asked her to expedite her plans to protect his mom and dad plus both his sisters and their families. In addition, Piker, Alletta, and Steve Temple will need to be protected. When he mentioned Steve, he laughed and Fiona wanted to know what was so funny? 

Dycke said, "I can just imagine Steve trying to get laid with his bodyguard standing over his left shoulder."

Fiona responded, "Maybe I should get him a woman agent, like me?"

"Perfect" Dycke said, "Make sure she is as beautiful as you are, Fiona. He'll never get laid, again!"

23. Reveille 

Payne started moaning and moving her head at a little before 4 a.m. but it took another half hour before her eyes fluttered open. The lights in her room were on very low and the face above her was extremely blurry, so she tried to rub her eyes to clear them. She realized, instantly, that her hands and arms were restrained and began to panic until she heard a familiar voice say "Good morning my love." Payne tried to smile but her face hurt too much to do it. As her mind started working, she realized why and said in a very soft and raspy voice, "It's over?" 

Dycke replied, "Yes Payne, it's over and everything went beautifully. No one will know the outcome until the bandages come off in six weeks or so. You are alive and healthy and that was all that mattered to me. Anything else is icing on the cake!"

"Thank you, Dycke. Can I have some water, please?" she asked.

Fiona left the room, went to the nurse's station to inquire, and returned with a nurse in tow. The nurse gave Payne a sip of water and then checked her vital signs and IV bags. She still could not understand how these two people had gotten permission to be with her patient at these hours, but she liked her job. She was 'not' going to argue with the hospitals' administrator. Payne wanted to know why her hands and arms were tied down and the nurse told her that it was a precautionary measure. An unconscious patient could easily reach up to touch or even try to rip of the bandages on their faces and inadvertently destroy all the work the doctors had done during the operation. Her hands would be freed as soon as the anesthesia was out of her system, but would be put back in restraints every time she went to sleep or was alone.

Dycke smiled at Payne and said, "Well, my love, you will not be in restraints any longer because you will never be alone. Your private duty nurses start today. They will take care for your every need. Fiona and I will be here much of the time and when we are not here, your parents will be here.

"Dycke, who is Fiona?" she asked, while looking at the very good-looking woman standing by the entrance to the room. 

Dycke called Fiona into the room and introduced the women to each other. Then he explained to Payne the current and future relationship he was going to have with Fiona and more importantly, the reason. He was not sure how Payne was going to take this news in her current state and was very pleased by her response.

"Fiona," Payne asked, "Is it in your job description to make sure that my irresponsible fiancé does not make an idiot out of himself at college and in the business?"

Fiona said, "Payne if you want that to be added to my contract I can add it easily and I can take two percent off my pay because I will enjoy doing that so much!"

Payne said, "Please do it for me but don't cut your pay, please, because he does that at least once every day!"

Dycke said, "Can I get a break from any woman on this planet? Are you all on a hate Dycke kick? I thought not getting a date was bad, but ever since I started dating you, Payne, women have been snapping at my heels and hitting me, every time I turn around."

Payne smiled. However, Fiona was quick to say, "Boss, have you ever tried not turning around?" 

With that, Payne tried to laugh, but her face hurt too much and she said "Ouch!"

Fiona said to Payne "I am sorry about that Payne, but the opening he left was just too good to leave alone."

Payne nodded and asked Fiona "Do you have any special torments in mind for him when he screws up?"

Dycke said "Oh shit."

Fiona replied "Not really."

Payne tried to laugh but was unsuccessful. She said to Fiona "Dycke just said 'Oh Shit.' If his father were here, he would have slapped him, hard on the back of his head. Would that be okay with you?"

Fiona said "Sure, why not!"

Dycke said, while throwing up his hands at both woman "Oh shit" at which time he receive his first slap on his head from Fiona and instead of saying "Sorry," he yelled "OUCH!"

Payne giggled in delight.

A nurse walked in and berated Dycke. She told him to keep the noise down because patients were still sleeping. Dycke could not catch a break with a woman, coming or going. He sat in a chair, folded his arms across his chest, and refused to talk. 

Payne and Fiona looked at him and laughed. Fiona thought that this would be a priceless photo for Payne. She secreted out her cell phone and took several shots of Dycke as he sulked in the corner of the room. She brought her phone for Payne to see the picture and Payne started crying because the pain in her face became intolerable, after laughing at sulky Dycke. 

Fiona took the phone away, apologized for causing her so much discomfort, and asked if Payne wanted her to get the nurse. Payne said "No, but please don't make me laugh anymore."

Fiona said, "It's not my fault! Your fiancé makes it so easy. God could not resist zinging him.

Payne was going to laugh, again, but Fiona grabbed her and said, "I'm sorry! I'll have to try to stop, at least until you can laugh without pain."

Payne's eyes sparkled up at her and she knew that she and Fiona were going to be good friends. 

24. Doctors on Parade

At 7:50 a.m., Payne's cranial surgeon walked into the room, followed by a group of surgical residents. One of the residents read the surgical report and the surgeon started asking questions about the surgery. 

Dycke was pissed. He stood up and said to the doctor, "Do you treat all human beings like inanimate objects. You are talking about my future wife lying there and you have not even had the common courteously of saying "good morning." You may have the finest pair of surgical hands in the world but as a human being, you suck. Get out of this room now, and do not come back until you have changed your attitude towards your patients or have resigned from this hospital."

The doctor looked at the young boy and said, "Do you know who you are talking to sonny? I am Doctor Wyeth Summitt. I am one of the top cranial reconstructive surgeons in the world and you think you could get me fired from this hospital?"

Dycke said "Not only this one doctor, but I can make sure that the only place you can make a living as a doctor is in a third world country."

Doctor Summitt took out his cell phone and called the hospital administrator to find out whom this kid was. The residents were standing around, wondering how this kid had the balls to talk to Dr. Summitt with such authority, that Dr. Summitt had back away from the argument for a moment. When the doctor got off the phone, he ordered the residents to leave the room and closed the door. He started to say "Mr. Schneider..." but Dycke stopped him in his tracks.

"I am not your patient, if I was, you would be talking to your lawyer in a few hours about a lawsuit that had been filed against you. Now, talk to your patient."

Dr. Summitt walked over to the bed and said "Miss Temple, how are you this morning?" 

Payne replied, "My face hurts a lot, doctor."

"Miss Temple, considering what I had to do to your face to get it into a position for the my colleagues to realign your sinus cavities and form a nose for you, if your face only hurts a lot you are doing wonderfully. If you were in severe pain, I would say you were doing okay. If you would like more pain medication, I can leave an order for more, if you need it. We will be taking a scan of you head today to see how everything looks. It is not to see if we made you pretty, that we will find out when the bandages come off. What I need to know is that all the screws and wires in your face are properly aligned for future bone growth. If not, it is better to know now, rather then, after the growing process has started and we have to start breaking thinks all over again. If everything is aligned properly, in six to eight weeks your bones will have attached themselves permanently to these items and eventually encompass them totally. I will leave the remainder of you prognosis to your other surgeons. Any questions, at all, Payne?" Payne said "No, doctor, thank you very much." 

As the doctor stood to leave, he turned to Dycke and said "Thank you. No one has talked to me like that in more than twenty years. It seems, during that time, I forgot about the human element of my operations, focusing totally on the technical side of it. In my eyes, if the patient survived the operation and came away with a good result, that was what I was there to do. As time went on, I became one of the best in the world at doing Cranial Surgery and the accolades and awards made me work harder on my craft but not on the human side of being a doctor. I have been training those young men out there the same way I have been working these last many years. That stops, today; you have my word on it. If I have to retrain each of them how to be a doctor, before they become surgeons, I will do it. Come back in a year and you will be able to see my progress and theirs."

Dycke shook the Doctor Summitt's hand and said, "You will not have to wait a year doctor. I have submitted my paperwork to attend this university in the fall. I do not have the grade point average they want but I am hopeful they will make an exception in my case. My fiancé and I want to go to the same university and to be ecologically sound, by saving gasoline and lowering my human imprint on the planet, it would be best for us to be together."




Having Fun with Dycke and Payne Ch. 04



Dr. Summitt said, "I will call the Chairman of the Board of Directors for the University. He owes me quite a few favors. I will collect one of them, today."

Dycke said, "Thank you, very much doctor." He watched Doctor Summitt leave the room and returned to Payne's side. He kissed her not realizing she had fallen asleep, during his conversation with the doctor. He sat down in a chair by the windows, put his head back, stretched out his legs, and joined Payne in slumber in a matter of seconds. 

Fiona, every watchful, closed the door to the room and moved her chair in front of the door blocking the entrance. Her left hand was in her handbag, caressing her favorite, short range, weapon. 

Alletta Temple saw Fiona sitting by Payne's door with her head down and she said to Piker, "I have her this time. She is sleeping."

Piker replied, "It is probably a good bet that Dycke has been here since the middle of the night and she is probably exhausted. So leave her alone, Alletta."

Alletta said, "Not on your life! She is one up on me. I am going to get even, right now."

Piker said, "Where do you want me to spread your ashes after I cremate you."

Alletta grumbled, "Oh ye of little faith." She left Piker's side, moved slowly and silently along the corridor wall towards Payne's room. 

Fiona turned slightly away from Alletta making her an even more tempting target. 

Alletta was now within one foot of pouncing on Fiona, when something happened. She could not remember: who, what, where, when, why or how it happened, but when she woke up, Alletta was on a gurney, naked, hands and feet bound to the side rails, she could not move her head. However, she could see a huge knife protruding from her stomach and dried blood around the deadly wound.

Two men walked into the room, one in greens, and the other in a cheap suit with his police badge in his breast pocket. The doctor said that it was pretty cut and dry as far as he was concerned, but if the police wanted a full autopsy, he would do it. The knife severed the abdominal aorta and she bled out before they could get her up to surgery. The detective told the doctor that this woman tried to outsmart a trained British agent, who was on a protective detail for her daughter's fiancé. When the agent thought she was under attack she went with her training and killed the apparent attacker. She did not realize who it was until all the shouting was over. It lasted all of four seconds, I am told. Poor bitch, what was she thinking?

The doctor asked the detective, "Do you want a full autopsy or not?"

The detective yelled back "Yeah, cut her up, she won't know the difference."

While this discussion was going on and she heard they were going to do an autopsy on her, she panicked. She tried to move her arms and legs but her muscles were slack. She tried moving her facial muscles but they did not move, either. She tried everything she could think of to make a gesture to let this man know she was alive. No matter what she did, nothing happened. 

The doctor moved the gurney over to the cold stainless steel autopsy tables and moved Alletta Temple's body onto it. He moved the microphone overhead and started dictating his notes into it. He was, about to remove the knife from her abdomen, when a message was announced over the loudspeaker, "Dr. Biccer, it is quitting time. Dr. Ripper will complete the autopsy on Temple."

Alletta could do to refute that assumption, and she was furious about it. None of her muscles would respond. Her mind was working, why was that? Maybe she was dead and this is what death was like. You could see, smell, and hear but you could not feel or move. This did not make any sense. 

The doctor turned on an electric saw. She held several inches over Alletta's eyes, for a few seconds, before she turned it off. The doctor tested an electric razor the same way and turned it off. She placed both items upon Alletta's breasts. Doctor Ripper mover around the table and picked up a large hedge clipper, which she would use to cut through the rib cage, and laid it over Alletta's vagina.

Dr. Ripper said aloud, "I am alone tonight; I think I'll play with this one. 

Alletta was mortified to think that this coroner would defile a dead body. "Especially, my dead body, she thought." "Was Doctor Ripper a Necrofeliac," Alletta's mind screamed! 

Dr. Ripper walked into Alletta's view for the first time. She had on her greens, her facemask, eyeglasses, hair cap, face shield, and gloves. She moved a large tray alongside the autopsy table and placed the implements that were on Alletta onto the table. 

Dr. Ripper said, "This knife has to go and just like that an eight inch long knife appeared out of Alletta's stomach. Alletta could not believe that Fiona carried such a weapon in her handbag. She thought to herself, "I didn't think she carried a gun, either." The knife was put into an evidence bag and marked, as evidence.

Doctor Ripper said, "Okay, works done, let's have some fun. Let me see what I can get away with here. Okay! Open Casket. Cremation. Oh Goody! She went down to the end of the table and pulled the left leg of the 'corpse' off it. She did the same with the right leg. 

Alletta knew that her private areas were no longer private to anyone who came along. She knew she should be in pain in this position but she was not. This was another check mark for the 'dead' side of the ledger.

The doctor picked up the electric razor and headed down to Alletta's muff. Doctor Ripper said, "Lady, if you kept this a little cleaner, your husband's tongue might have visited more often. I am sorry, I forgot, no more action for you! However, just in case your husband or any of your lady friends visit you to give you a Royal sendoff into the afterlife, I am going to make them very happy and by shaving you clean as whistle. I hope they love it. I know I will!" 

With that said, Alletta heard the electric razor start and a few moments later it stopped. The doctor pulled the overhead light into position to check her work and at the same time, it afforded Alletta a view of her pussy devoid of every hair. It looked...different! She could not remember the last time she had actually taken time to inspect her vagina. It was probably after Payne was born, but she was not sure.

Doctor Ripper said, "Now, how do I get to her asshole?

If Alletta's could have opened her eyes wider, they would have but she had no control over them.

Doctor Ripper put Alletta's legs on the table and walked around it. She gave Alletta an injection in her left arm and moved over to the table with the electric saw. She turned it on and started to move towards Alletta's chest area, when the saw turned off. The doctor looked at it put it down and said, "I need a new saw to cut open your head. I will be right back. "

Alletta nearly fainted.

Alletta heard the door close behind her. She was still in the confused state: Am I Dead or I alive. When her nose itched and she scratched it, she was stunned into the realization that she was moving. Now she had to get out of this place before that person came back and figured a way to get to her ass. 

She tried to sit up. That did not work. She tried to roll over. That did not work either. She tried to take stock of what she could do and that was easy: she could raise her head and move her arms. She started to cry because she knew that her time was running short and that between her injury and this doctor who was working with a few too many screws loose she could be 'really dead' at any moment.

"Are you ever going to try and sneak up on me again, Alletta? Fiona (Dr. Ripper) said.

"What, Where are you? I need help. There is a mad doctor running around here trying to kill me." Alletta cried.

"Alletta, you have to answer my question first. After that, I may help you, depending on your answer." Fiona asked.

"What was your question?" Alletta asked

Fiona said, "Are you ever going to try to sneak up on me again?"

Then it hit Alletta "You did this to me?"

"No Alletta. You did this to you." Fiona said. "Your husband warned you not to try it a second time, did he not?"

"Yes!"

"Alletta, did you listen to him."

"No."

"Why?"

"You were sleeping, Fiona. I had you right where I wanted you." Alletta said

"Where are you now Alletta?" Fiona asked

"I do not know." she said.

"Was I asleep Alletta?"

"Apparently not, Fiona."

"What am I going to do with you, Alletta? I have had to put my boss in the hand of two local police officers because I had to teach you a lesson. I know my job. I do it with all six of my senses. Awake or asleep my primary's life is my only concern. Once that gets through your head, that this is not a game for me the better off we will all be". "You can start moving your legs now."

Alletta started flexing her feet and she could feel the blood flowing in her legs again. She asked Fiona where she was and why she could not see her. 

Fiona walked around the table and into the light where Alletta could see her. 

Alletta screamed.

Fiona stood there, in her Doctor Ripper clothing and started to disrobe. As soon as, she removed the glasses, the blond wig, the face shield, and mask, Alletta let out a sigh of relief. When Fiona removed the top of her greens and took out the pillow that made her look fat, they both laughed.

Fiona sat at the edge of the stainless steel table as Alletta was still recovering and said, "You made two attempts on me, and I only got one prize. Does that seem fair to you?"

Alletta said "No. What would you like this time? You cannot have my popsicle." 

Fiona said, "I'm a little out of practice on one of my talents because my previous employer did not have many female guests around him. Would you mind giving me a moment or two of your time?"

Alletta said "Of course not." Seconds later, she remembered the conversation that she had with Fiona and Piker about "A willing female, in a skirt and less than 60 seconds" but it did not matter. She had finished coming and was beginning to breathe easier. She said to Fiona "I could barely move my arms or legs. I could not turn my body in either direction. How is it that at the touch of your hands on the center of my body, I exploded in less than a moment?"

Fiona said' "There is a very easy explanation. There are separate neurological pathways controlling the sexual organs. You know how we joke about men walking around with perpetual hard-ons. That is why. It is different wiring. I think you can sit up now." 

"Fiona, you need to get laid!" Alletta said.

"I know it, but my last "Him" is over in The Netherlands and in my business they are few and far between."

"Not anymore sweetheart. I will make it my business to find you a very eligible 'Him' in Charleston. 'He' will be a real southern to gentleman and he will sweep you off your feet" Alletta said grinning. 

"The only way a "He" will get in my pants, is if he can sweep me off my feet, while we are on Jujitsu mats," Fiona said.

Alletta said, "So, you're going to play hard to get, eh, Fiona?"

"I have to know what is getting into me, don't I Alletta?" Fiona replied. 

With Fiona's help, Alletta moved into a sitting position and then slid her feet off the table and sat sideways. As her brain started to regain its' focus she said, "Payne! How is my baby?" 

"If Payne wasn't fine, I would have saved this lesson for another day. She received excellent reviews from all three of her surgeons. Dycke even reamed one a new asshole for not treating her properly. This from a boy who ran from fights all of his life. You put your life at great peril, if you get on his bad side, when it concerns Payne Temple." 

Alletta asked, "Where are my clothes?"

Fiona said, "In Payne's room."

"You stripped me in her room, didn't you?" Alletta asked.

"Would you have preferred that I had done it in the corridor?" Fiona asked.

"No, I guess not. How do I get them back? Can you call them? Alletta pleaded.

"No." Fiona said. "You ride in, the way you rode out. Only this time you will be awake and you will hear all the cheers, laughs, and applause."

"Fiona, do I want to know how I got onto the gurney?" Alletta asked.

"I don't think so Alletta. If your future son cannot look you in the face for a while, you are just going to live with it for a while. You have to remember, he just saw his first one a few weeks ago, and that was your daughter's." Fiona said, smiling. 

Alletta wanted to crawl into a hole but as bright red as she was blushing, she would have been seen anyway. Alletta got on the gurney and covered herself with a blanket. She dreaded the trip upstairs because she knew what was in store for her. Piker would never let her live this down. He would hold this grievous error in judgment over her for a millennium. The worst part of it was she could not blame him. He had warned her. She would reward him with her newly 'deforested' vaginal area, to assuage her guilt.

Fiona rolled Alletta to the main bank of elevators, up to the eighth floor, past the nurse's station and that is where the applause started. Alletta wanted to crawl under the covers but decided to take her lumps and put this embarrassment behind her. She waved at everyone. Those who had seen her debacle were now seeing her brought back to the scene of her defeat.

Hearing the applause in the hallway Piker Temple instantly knew what was happening. The two police officers were told to let the gurney and Fiona into the room. Once there, Alletta asked Payne "How are you feeling, sweetheart?"

Payne said, "Mom, I have had quite a day. I have had wonderful news from my doctors. My fiancé has grown a pair of brass balls, while I fell asleep and my mother made it to the top of America's Funniest Hospital Video's."

Alletta said, "Oh shit!"

Fiona raised her hand and said to Payne, "Her, too?"

Payne said "It is a wonderful thought but I still live with her and she could get even with me, if you did that to her."

Alletta asked, "Do you two have your own language or can anyone understand what you just said."

Fiona replied, "Alletta, if Dycke says "Oh shit" I am to smack him on the back of his head as his father does. You just said it and I asked your daughter if the same instruction applied to you. Unfortunately, she declined."

Piker said to Fiona, "Go-ahead maybe it might knock some sense into her."

"No." Fiona said. "Alletta and I have had a little talk and we will have no more incidents like the one we had this afternoon, ever again." 

Payne cried out, "No! This one was so good. It was too short. Seeing my mom up in the air, upside down and backwards before she hit the ground was priceless. Come on let's watch it again."

Payne hit the remote control on the television. There was Alletta slowly closing in on Fiona. Alletta reached out her left hand to grab Fiona. In a lightning move, Fiona pulled Alletta up over her body with such ease and grace it defied logic. While Alletta was falling, Fiona made sure that Alletta's head never touched the ground. Payne asked her mother if she wanted to see it again because it was only her tenth time and she was still having fun watching her mother fly through the air.

Alletta Temple said to her daughter, "You still have to come home with me little one."

"Mother dear," Payne, said, "With one click of send from my cell phone, I can make your son the most envied boy on the block."

"You didn't?" Alletta said.

"She did." Piker said.

"You should have listened to your husband. None of this would be happening now, if you were not so pig headed." Fiona said.

"Is there any possibility I could get my clothes?" Alletta asked.

"They are over here where you left them, mom," Payne said.

"Piker, could you get them for me, please? Alletta pleaded.

"Alletta, I would love to, but you told us when you came back, you wanted to do everything by yourself. I know how you are about that sweetheart, so I have to decline." Pike said.

Alletta looked at Payne, but Payne cut her off saying, "Mom, I am not supposed to lower my chin below ninety degrees from the horizon, so do not ask me to go feeling around the wires and stuff on the floor for your clothes."

Alletta looked up at Fiona and closed her eyes to accept her fate. She sat up. 

Payne, Piker, and Fiona all reached for their cell phones and Alletta said, "Okay have a field day!" She threw off the cover and turned toward her husband and he took the first picture of the Mrs. Temple's bald temple. It was his first but not his last look. 

Payne cried out "Mom, I didn't know you shaved?" 

Alletta looked at Fiona and said, "I started recently."

Payne asked, "Does it itch after a while?"

Alletta said, "I'll let you know."

As she reached her clothes, Payne said, "I have a gorgeous mother."

Alletta said, "Thank you, baby."

Piker said "When I post these on my web page, I will have clients coming to dinner every week, dear."

Alletta said, "You had better have your secretary cooking because my divorce lawyer is going to get me half of everything we have now and everything you will ever have in the future."

Piker said, "Where are you going to find a lawyer that good?

Alletta turned and pointed to the bed and said "Right there!"

Piker said, "Wait a minute! She is fifty percent mine."

Payne said, "Guys! I am eighteen now. I am my own person. I can be just like any of our congressional representatives or senators. "BRIBE ME!"

Payne's parents cracked up but Fiona had a dismayed look on her face. 

She asked, "Where is Dycke?"

Piker said, "He got a phone call and said he would be right back."

Fiona ran to the door and talked to the police officers who were standing guard. They told her he was going downstairs to the administrator's office and he would be right back. She took off like a lightning bolt, with one police officer running behind her. The other police officer ran to the nurse's station and called for a security alert for Dycke Schneider. Anyone knowing his whereabouts please check in immediately. 

A call came in from the administrator's office that Dycke was there and that he was safe. At least he was safe, until Fiona got there. When Fiona arrived, she asked Dycke if his business was finished. He said that it was and that he was going back to see Payne. She said, "No. We have to talk." Fiona asked the administrator if they had a gymnasium in the hospital. He said yes, and he gave them directions on how to find it.

Dycke knew something was wrong. Fiona kept pulling on his arm and looking over her shoulder like someone was following her.

When they reached the gym, he said "Fiona, what's wrong?" 

She said "Take off your jacket, because I'm going to beat the shit out of you right here. If you try to run away, I'll shoot you in both legs and then I'll beat the shit out of you.

Dycke said, "What did I do?"

Fiona said, "I am going to make this lesson so painful you will never forget it. You will have your protection detail with you when you piss in the morning and when you shit at night, after today. With that she hit, him in the chest with a combination of punches he never saw coming. She told him to get up and to defend himself. Whether he did or not, this lesson was going to continue.

He tried to fend off her punches. He tried to side step her kicks. He tried to use his speed but her speed was superior in every way. Fiona kept yelling at him that he fought like a girl.

Fiona kept yelling that they were going to get to him through Payne, and if this was the best he could do, give them money, now and save yourself the grief later. Dycke kept getting up and Fiona kept knocking him down.

Fiona yelled at him "Dycke, at least you could make this fun for me." 

Dycke said to her "One day, Fiona, I will."




Having Fun with Dycke and Payne Ch. 04



Fiona grinned and said, "That is the spirit Dycke, as her foot hit him on the side of his face knocking him back down, again.

After nearly an hour of being used for target practice, for punches, kicks, and karate holds and being cursed at in two languages, he did not understand, Dycke's first training period was terminated. Fiona picked Dycke up and took him to the Out-Patient Rehabilitation Center. She put him into an ice bath and then into a sauna and repeated this program for hour. Then, she threw him into the pool for 50 grudging laps, as naked as she was. She put him back into the sauna and scolded him, for fifteen minutes, for not following her simple procedures.

At 7:00, Fiona dragged Dycke into Payne's room to say good night. 

Payne looked at Dycke and said, "Were you a bad boy?"

Fiona, Piker, and Alletta all laughed as Dycke spouted his new mantra, "I will never leave without my protection detail, ever again."

As he finished saying that, the room again exploded into laughter. Fiona said "Say goodnight Dycke."

Dycke said "Goodnight Dycke!"

Fiona told everyone that she was taking Dycke back to the hotel. She told Payne that for tonight she had two choices: first. Payne would allow Fiona to sleep in the same room as Dycke to make sure he stayed there and did not try any of his adolescent bullshit again. Alternative, two, she could handcuff Dycke to his bed and he would have to sleep on the floor for the night. If he had to go to the bathroom, he would either relieve himself where he was or hold it until she got to him until morning. The choice was up to her.

Payne chose door number one. She told Dycke if he came to the hospital with his hands in casts tomorrow, she would know he tried to cheat on her and that Fiona only acted to defend her honor. The engagement would be off, but in a gesture of goodwill, she would keep the ring. 

Dycke did not have the strength to argue or answer. He grunted, turned around, and started to leave. He stopped. No abruptly and said "Fiona, I am ready to leave."

Fiona was waiting for Dycke to take one step outside Payne's room before she inflicted more pain on her 'boss', so he would remember her rules every waking moment. "I will not leave without my protection detail." 

"Right behind you, boss. If you h no ad taken one more step, you would have been kissing the floor, because I go out first," Fiona said.

Dycke said, "I just love being the Boss!"

The three Temple's laughed at Dycke's predicament but Payne laughed until the pain caused by her operations caused her to start crying. Piker Temple rang the nurse's station for medication for his daughter. 

The nurse arrived and gave Payne 'Demerol' through her intravenous line. She asked Mr. and Mrs. Temple to say good night to Payne, because the medication was going to work on her very quickly. When she awakened later that evening, she was to going to radiology for a series of scans ordered by Doctor Summitt. Payne had more than enough excitement for one day. She needs rest now and so do you. 

The End



Having Fun with Dycke and Payne Ch. 05



25. They Day after the Day Before

It hit him that he had school Monday morning. He told his dad that he would be home by 10:00p.m. In addition, no he asked his parents, if they would please have one of his sister's rooms made up for a guest, who might be staying "permanently"! 

Dycke asked his dad not to pick him up, because he would be arriving at a different area of the airport than passenger jets and that he and his guest would make their own way home.

Chad was okay with this idea for two reasons: 1.Traveling to the airport at night was not his idea of fun. 2. Traffic outbound from Charleston to its' many suburbs at night, was always a nightmare. 

Dycke looked over at Fiona and said, "On Monday, while I am in class, start making telephone calls: First, call your people and find more agents to help with protection for my family and the Temples. Second: find a realtor to get Mister Temple, high-end office space, with enough room to grow his future firm. Third: find me a secretary you will not have to kill every time she approaches me with information I have requested. Fourth: if people, at school, start bullying me, know that I am used to it. Do not kill or injure anyone beyond repair. I can take care of myself. Understood?"

Fiona said, "Yes boss. Boss, how did it feel giving me my first order rather than taking one from me?"

Dycke thought for a moment and said, "I didn't realize that I had given you an order, but now that you have mentioned it, it felt like...it was normal!"

"Good, boss" Fiona replied, "you may be getting the idea that you are no longer just Dycke Schneider, track star, you are "Dycke Schneider, Titan of Industry!"

Dycke dropped his head and said, "I am not that far along yet, Fiona." Dycke called ahead to Mister Temple to tell him he needed to speak him before he saw Payne this morning.

Piker Temple said he would meet him in the hospitals' lobby and hung up. Alletta and he were not at the hospital, yet, and he asked the driver, of the taxi, to go a little faster, so he would not make his newest client wait. His taxi and his clients' limousine drove under the hospitals protective canopy, nearly at the same moment.

Chad, Dycke, and Fiona exchange greetings and moved inside the hospital for an impromptu conference, as Alletta went upstairs to see Payne. Dycke started saying, "Dad, I have to leave tomorrow. I have school Monday morning and I cannot see any way to get out of it. I need your help figuring out what to do next. Can you help me, please?" 

Piker Temple looked at Dycke and was amazed at how much he had grown in the past week. He looked at Fiona and asked, "What have you done to this boy?"

Fiona said, "I beat the shit out of him, because he left without his security detail, that day. Other than that, he grew up on his own."

Piker replied, "Well, that beating must have shaken something loose in his head, because he is thinking like a businessman, already."

Piker looked at his future client and son and thought for aminute before continuing. "I need that meeting with my partners to happen late tomorrow without fail. I need to start handling your legal affairs, now. You told me the documentation on your businesses should be arriving at my home this week. I will have to arrange for secure storage for them. I will need to set up office staff and see what type and how many lawyers will be needed to run your businesses efficiently and effectively. We will have to find out through which businesses we are going to charge all these expenses: legal, security, secretarial, travel, tutorial, housing, and everything else that goes on with the people that are in charge of the protection and well-being of your businesses and our families."

"Thank you, dad. I feel better already knowing that you have this under control."

"Let us not call it under control, Dycke, but it is not chaos, either."

Dycke said, "I think we are done here. Let us go take some abuse from your daughter."

Piker and Dycke stood up and started to walk towards the elevator when Dycke stopped cold. He said, "Fiona, I am ready to go now." 

Fiona whispered in his ear, "Boss, you're no fun anymore."

Dycke smiled when he realized how close Fiona was to hitting him for forgetting his protection detail. She was right and he knew it. Once his fortune hit the Financial News Papers the life he once had would be over and his new one would begin. He had better get used to listening to her advice on security measures and following her directions as if they came from his father.

When they entered Payne's room, it was empty. The bed was newly made, but Alletta's coat was tossed over a chair by the window. They turned around and looked up and down the corridor but except for a few nurses, it was empty. Piker went toward the nurse's station and Dycke and Fiona went towards the visitors lounge.

Dycke smiled when he saw Payne sitting with her mother and said, "Is this the new home of sick patients and runaway mothers."

Payne said, "If you tell my nurses I am here, you will never get laid again."

Alletta said to Payne, "Dear, I have tried that on your father so many times and it hasn't worked once. The simple reason is 'We want it more than they do and they know it.' So try something else."

Payne, looking confused, said to her mother, "Is there something else, mother?" 

"Payne, darling," Alletta said, "When I find it, you will be the second person to know. However, while I am looking for it, I also, go Shopping!"

Payne held her face and laughed. 

Piker walked in with a nurse and said, "Did I just hear the word "Shopping!"

That was all it took! Payne, who was trying to control her laughing, burst out into a full-throated laugh that brought her to tears of pain. 

Alletta started laughing, also, seeing the bewildered look on her husband's face.

Dycke and the nurse reacted to Payne. Payne was in a dire situation. She had to be back in her bed and medicated, immediately. Piker went to pick up his daughter. Fiona pushed him out of the way. She picked Payne up as if she were a feather and carried her to her room. 

The nurse returned with the medication and injected Payne with it. She then gave her a second medication and told everyone assembled that Payne would sleep for a few hours. Laughter, she told them, is good for the soul, but not good for Payne's face right now, because the tissues were trying to adhere to the skeletal surfaces. The pain Payne was feeling was from new tissue tearing away from her new face. The nurse informed them that this laughter had to stop if her family wanted Payne to heal properly. 

They returned to the visitors lounge and Piker started talking business with Dycke. He said, "I am going to buy you a new computer and a language program that the State Department uses. You will be at a great advantage if you are fluent in several languages, which you can understand and conduct your businesses. I think German should be first. Do you agree Fiona?

Fiona replied, "Yes. The second language should be Mandarin Chinese, Mister Temple." 

Piker Temple said to Fiona, "Chinese? Not Russian or French?"

Fiona said, "Mister Turnquest felt that the next building boom would be in China's big cities. The Chinese are sitting on so many American Dollars that they can build up their cities at a record pace. He purchased huge parts of companies and stocks, in others he could not buy. Those companies included building equipment and supply industries, both inside China and from those countries from which China regularly buys. He always knows, years in advance, what businesses and countries, are likely to do, and prepares accordingly." Russia," he said, "Will be in decline until after 2021, and then its future is still uncertain because of its fundamental lack of democratic leadership. France, because of its' monetary issues and socialist policies, is also in decline. The four-day workweek, two months holiday every summer and retirement at age fifty-five is weighing heavily on their economy and slowing it to a crawl. Mr. Turnquest said many times that until France changes its ways, 'its' best days are behind it!' 

Fiona looked at Dycke and said, "We have a little time before Payne wakes up, why don't we go to the gymnasium for a workout?"

Dycke said, "I did not bring my workout clothes with me."

Fiona said, "Don't worry, neither did I.

Dycke said "Oh shit" and before he realized what he had said, Fiona smacked him on the back of his head; he said "Ouch!"

Dycke mumbled, "I am going to get even with Payne for that."

Piker asked, "What did Payne have to do with you getting hit by Fiona?"

"It is a long story, dad. "You remember the night of my birthday party."

Piker said, "How could I forget!"

Dycke continued, "Well, skipping all the other stuff, you remember when I found out that Payne was Steve's sister and my remark was "Oh... "And he stopped. He turned to Fiona and said, "Don't you hit me." He continued and said, "My remark was "Oh shit." After which, my dad smacked me on the back of my head because of my language. Payne and Fiona came to an agreement that if I ever used that invective, Fiona could hit me, just as my father has been doing, since I turned thirteen. That is how Payne got involved with me being in constant fear of being in "Pain."

"Fiona, please, call the hotel and have them leave messages for the entire crew: We will be wheels up at 6:00p.m., tomorrow, for Charleston, S.C. Have the captain call ahead and get reservations for the entire crew, until further notice." Dycke ordered.

Fiona was on the phone immediately. 

Piker Temple said, "There is a cheaper way to handle the crew arrangements." 

Dycke replied, "When you are my lawyer, officially, you can handle it. Until then my crew stays at the best hotel in town, because that is the way they have always been treated in the past."

Piker said "Okay. Then, he asked, "Is anyone else hungry beside myself."

Immediately, Dycke said, "I am hungry." 

Fiona glared at Dycke, because she knew he was just trying to get out of her exercise class.

Alletta said, "I could be convinced to nibble on something." 

Fiona knew she was going with them because she was the leash attached to Dycke's collar. What Dycke did not realize yet, he was going to pay, dearly, for every calorie he ingested.

Dycke looked towards Fiona as they were walking to the hospital's cafeteria. He could not understand why she had this pleasant looking grin on her face. Fiona never looked 'pleasant.' She looked stern or foreboding, never 'pleasant.' She was up to something, it involved him, and he did not like that feeling, not one little bit.

Payne woke up to a quiet room. Her mother was alone, sitting in a chair, reading a magazine. Payne asked, "Where is everyone, mom?"

Alletta said, "Hi, baby. They kicked all of us out of here because we were doing you more harm than good. The laughter, while good for your spirit, is bad for you healing. We have come up with a plan. Your father and I can be here, but not with Dycke. Dycke can be here, but not with us. At least not until you heal.

"Why?" Payne asked.

"Payne, it seems that when people are in the room with Dycke, He finds a way to make them laugh or make them laugh at him. Either way, everyone is laughing, including you and that has to stop for at least the next six to eight weeks."

Just as Payne was getting ready to argue over the new arrangement, a hospital technician wheeled a chair into the room and said, "Ms. Temple, there are some people downstairs that are waiting to see your head. Your body can stay here if you wish, I am told, but your head has to come with me." 

Payne said, "I think I will take my body along. My head has become quite attached to it."

Alletta Temple chuckled, along with the technician, as Payne was helped out of bed and into the chair. Alletta asked the technician if he knew how long this test would take. 

He told Alletta and Payne that this series of test was extremely simple and Payne should be back in her bed in no more than two or two and one half hours.

Payne groaned and dropped her head into her hands. 

The technician winked at Alletta and Alletta nodded and grinned at him, as he started wheeling Payne to the Radiology Suite.

Forty-five minutes later, Payne was back in her bed laughing with her mother, who kept telling her not to laugh.

Payne's nurse came in with two injectable medications and told Alletta to say good night because Payne was going to sleep, immediately. 

Alletta asked, "Is anything wrong?"

The nurse said, "I just received a call from Doctor Wolf and he told me to put her to sleep, immediately! The Doctor will be here at 8:30a.m. In addition, wants you all here so he can explain what is going on and what can be done. Payne you are not going to remember this conversation. Say goodnight to your mother."

Payne said "Goodnight mom. I love you." She was about to cry, but the medication hit her first and she was out like a light. 

Alletta started to cry. She asked the nurse if she knew what was going on.

The nurse said she did not, but when she got orders like this one, something out of the ordinary has happened and that was not good. She told Alletta if that was the case, this was the time for it to happen, before the healing had started. The doctors could go back in and correct any defect with little damage to the other work that was done and the healing could begin again, soon. They would know everything in the morning.

Alletta went to the cafeteria, where everyone was waiting to go to see Payne. When Dycke saw her walking towards them crying, he started running toward the elevators, Fiona close on his heels. Alletta yelled "Dycke stop." He did not. 

She yelled to Fiona "Stop him!" 

Fiona did.

Dycke yelled, "Fiona let me go. Something is wrong. I have to see her."

Fiona said, "Keep your head Dycke. Let us find out what is wrong and go about ways to fix it. Okay."

"Okay, Fiona. Can I get up now? Dycke asked.

"Of course, boss."

Piker was clutching Alletta to his chest as she cried and Dycke felt like a heel for intruding but he had to know. "Mom" he asked, "What is going on?"

"Dycke, when they took the scans of Payne's face tonight, something showed up that was not good. Doctor Wolf called the nurse's station and gave them orders for medications that would knock Payne out quickly and cause her to have temporary amnesia. I do not know why and I am worried about it. The nurse told me that if there is a problem, now was the best time for it to happen, before the healing starts. She is in the correct place and her doctors are still here. I will make sure they stay here until my daughter is safe and secure with her new face."

"Mom, I can guarantee, that this hospital will move before any of Payne's surgeons do. Whatever she needs she will have, I do not care what it is, where it is or what it costs. If Payne needs it, she will have it and I mean NOW!

Alletta said "Thank you Dycke. I know how much you love her, but she is my baby girl and I will die if anything happens to her."

"Mom, I will not allow that to happen. If she needs a new heart, she can have mine. It would be of no use to me if she is not here with me." Dycke said.

Alletta left her husband's arms and hugged Dycke fiercely. She said to him "Dycke, Payne would kill you for giving her your heart!"

Alletta, Piker, and Fiona started to laugh but Dycke looked up at Alletta and asked, "Do you think it would hurt?"

With that, all of them broke out in laughter and started towards the hospitals exit. 

26. The Big Sleep

It was 8:20a.m., when Doctor Wolf walked into the room. He did not seem to be in an unpleasant or somber mood but the family all looked at him and waited for the bomb to fall. He started by asking "Mr. and Mrs. Temple, how do you want me to handle this? Do you want me to wake Payne up first so she can be in on the discussion from the beginning or do you wish to hear what I have to say and figure out a plan of action to try to sell her on when we wake her up?"

Piker asked, "How bad is it?"

Doctor Wolf said, "The situation as it stands now is extremely tenuous. There are two ways to resolve the issues but only one sure way will work. That way is not covered by insurance, naturally, but it offers the best chance of an optimal outcome."

Dycke said, "Wake Payne up. She is eighteen. She has a right to make this decision for herself."

Alletta and Piker did not totally agree but did not argue the point. 

Doctor Wolf took a syringe out of his pocket and injected its' contents into the intravenous line. He said that he would be back in ten or fifteen minutes to discuss the situation with everyone.

Dycke said, "I am going to the nurses' station and have them bring Payne something to eat and drink. Are you coming, Fiona?"

Fiona said "Right ahead of you sir."

As they left the room, Dycke told Fiona that he wanted to talk to Doctor Wolf. He needed her to stop by the nurses' station, take care of the food, and stuff for Payne.

Fiona gave him the evil eye at the thought of being separated from her charge, but nodded and left him to speak with the doctor, who was reading a chart in the corridor.

As he approached Doctor Wolf, Dycke asked, "How bad is she? What do you need to repair it? Do you need any equipment that you do not have? Does Payne need anything in the near future to maintain her life? 

Doctor Wolf looked at Dycke and said, "Are you the fiancé'?"

When Dycke nodded and said, "Yes," Doctor Wolf shook Dycke's hand and said, "Anyone who can change Wyeth Summitt from a bear into a pussycat overnight is a miracle worker in my book and I will do anything and everything I can for your young lady."

Dycke said "Doc that is not the point. Tell me what is going on so I can do something. "

"Dycke, Payne's facial tissue is not adhering to the structures we placed internally. Some areas of her flesh are too tight and some are too loose. This is something we anticipated but not to such an extent. We adjusted certain areas using saline solution to stretch the skin, which worked out fine but other areas have too much and are not laying down or the surface yet. Every time she speaks, the muscles move and distort the facial tissue a little more."

Dycke interrupted the doctor saying, "Doctor, I have the picture. What is the cure?"

"I want to put her to sleep for a month."

Dycke said, "What!"

"Dycke" Dr. Wolf said, "I know it sounds radical but it is the best way. This is the only way to get a positive result without undergoing another surgery. While she is in this "drug- induced coma," I can watch her carefully. I can inflate or deflate the saline bags that are in her face to make sure they keep positive contact at all times. I will see her every day Dycke; I am going to cancel many out of state appointments, because I made this commitment to Payne, many years ago."

Dycke said, "Okay doctor, I will go with you on this one. I have one piece of advice for you though."

Doctor Wolf asked "What would that be, Dycke?"

"When you tell Payne that you want to put her to sleep for a month, stand far away from her or even better, stand behind one of her parents!"

Doctor Wolf laughed and said "Oh yes, I remember now. She said that I would have to testify at a murder trial if you had put me up to showing that picture."

Dycke said, "Doctor, she was not joking! The angrier she gets the harder she hits and she loves to hit men; me in particular!"

Fiona motioned that Payne was now awake and everyone was awaiting the return of the doctor. 

Dycke asked Doctor Wolfe to give him two minutes so he could say hello to his love before the fireworks began and the doctor agreed.

Dycke walked over to Fiona and said to her in a whisper "Are there any weapon in the room that Payne can get to?"




Having Fun with Dycke and Payne Ch. 05



Fiona said "No. Are we in for fireworks?"

Dycke replied "Like the Fourth of July, Fiona. This is going to be a hell of a day. Call the crew, please. Tell them that our departure time is in flux and we will keep them posted.

Fiona said, "Okay, boss" as she took up her position outside Payne's room.

Dycke walked into the room and said, "Hello, my name is Roger. I understand you have amnesia. Do you want to fool around?

Payne said, "Very funny, Dycke."

Dycke said, "You cannot even trust nurses these days. Last night she said you would not remember a thing. What gave me away?

Payne said, "I cut glass with this thing on my finger." She pointed to the eleven-carat diamond engagement ring.

Dycke scoffed "Oh that little bauble!"

Payne said, "You had better get over here and kiss me before I throw something at you."

Dycke went over to her and said, "Those words my dear, are what I live for. I love you Payne Elizabeth Temple." 

Payne waited for a moment and said "What, no wise crack about my 'PET' or anything. 

"Payne, dearest, your parents are among us. I knew if I stopped at the appropriate moment you would leap in with both of your big feet and do it for me." Dycke backed out of her reach instantly, just before a left cross would have hit him on his arm.

Piker and Alletta were laughing as Dr. Wolf walked into the room and everyone sobered up instantly.

He looked at Payne and said, "You have a very important decision to make. You can ask for help from your parents, who love you more than their own lives. You can ask Dycke, who has offered up his entire fortune for your return to health. You may ask me, or Doctor Summitt or any doctor on the entire staff at this hospital but the decision has to come from you Payne. Do you understand?"

Payne acknowledged this and said "Yes."

"Payne, the scans we took last night were definitive. There was no room for doubt. The tissue on the posterior side of you face has not started to adhere to any of the post, screws, bones or any surface to which it was grafted. This is a great disappointment to all of us, who were involved in the reconstruction of your face." 

Doctor Wolf continued, "There are only two viable options: First. Monday morning the team assembles again and we operate. It will not be as long or as complicated, as the first operation, but you will be placing your body under the stress of general anesthesia, again. After the operation is over, we still will not know, until days later, what the outcome will be until another scan is taken. I could walk back into this room, a few days after the second operation, and give you the same speech I am giving you right now, and telling you that you have the same two options."

Payne and everyone in the room nodded. 

"Excuse me, Mister Temple would you mind coming here, for a moment, please," Doctor Wolf asked. 

"Sure doctor, what do you need?" Piker asked.

Doctor Wolf asked Piker if he would stand perfectly still for one moment as he stepped behind him. He stuck his head out one side and said "Payne, I want to put you to sleep for One Month."

Payne screamed, "Are you fucking crazy!" She started throwing everything within arms-reach at the Doctor who was safely behind her father.

Dycke called for Fiona to join the fray. Dycke had Payne's left hand. Fiona corralled Payne's right hand and Alletta finally got Payne to calm down.

Piker turned and laughed. He said, "Doctor, I guess Dycke warned you about my daughter's reaction." 

Doctor Wolf asked, "Is she always this violent?"

Piker said "Oh, no. She is only this way around men."

Doctor Wolf came out from hiding and said to Payne "From your reaction, I gather you wish to undergo surgery again. I will make the arrangements. I will see you Monday. 

Payne screamed, "Wait."

Doctor Wolf asked "Why?"

"You have not explained your logic behind putting me to sleep for a month," she said.

"I would have done that given the opportunity. However, thanks to good fortune and a very wise young man, who told me to hide behind your father, so I was not injured by a Flying missile, of some type, I was able to see a young woman, react like a spoiled nine-year-old girl. This action told me she would prefer surgery over my preferred method, so I was about to make the arrangements you wanted."

"I am sorry doctor, you caught me off guard. I thought that my nightmare was behind me. Now, not only do I have a new problem, but also the solution is for you to put me to sleep for a month."

Doctor Wolf said "Payne, if you allow me to put you to sleep, there is a ninety-three percent chance that your body will begin to heal itself. A major component of your particular problem was the amount of destruction that took place at the time of the accident. Doctor Summitt did a phenomenal job of restructuring and resurfacing of your bones but your facial tissue does not have a hold on it yet. We have to coax the tissue to adhere to it more quickly. Every time you speak, laugh, blink or make any non-essential facial movement, you tear newly attached tissue fibers away from the bones and other structures waiting to receive them... Every time you feel "pain," that is the result of a tissue being torn away from a boney surface. 

Dycke grimaced because he knew he was the cause of the laughter, which, also, meant so much of her pain. 

Dr. Wolf continued, "To insure we get the result we all want, I have to keep you quiet, peaceful, and relaxed for a long time. Three weeks is the absolute minimum. 30 days is great. Dycke asked if I could keep you asleep until August, but I said no."

Payne turned and looked at Dycke and said, "I'll get you for that."

"Doctor, tell her you were joking." Dycke pleaded.

"Payne, Dycke only wanted the best for you. He said if it took until Christmas, it was okay with him." Doctor Wolf grinned.

Payne looked at Dycke and said, "You are a dead man."

Dycke said "Yes dear."

Payne giggled. 

"As I told you Dycke, this is not covered by insurance, I want to keep a close eye on her," said Doctor Wolf. "I work with a team of anesthesiologist that will constantly monitoring her condition. Payne will be monitored by heart, brain, and kidney function monitors at all times. If you wish you can have a private duty nurse with her during the evening hours, when the floor is short staffed, but during the day, there are more than enough people to keep a constant eye on her."

"When are you going to start?" Alletta asked.

Doctor Wolf looked at his watch and said "Three hours, if I can get the anesthesiologist here. I have some other calls to make, and there will be some people here for blood tests but other than that, we have all the information already on file. Oh, Payne, what type music do you like?"

Rock and Roll and Jazz. Some Country Crossover Wait a minute. Have I just been take for a ride, here? You are pulling my leg doctor, aren't you," Payne asked.

Doctor Wolf looked at Payne and said, "No, I am serious. We can play you music, speeches, books on tape. Whatever you want to listen to we can have played to you twenty-four hours a day. We want to keep your mind active while you are sleeping."

"Dycke" Payne said, "I need to talk to you, NOW!"

"Yes, dear," Dycke said.

Payne asked Dycke if he could get her digitized audio books so she could learn while she was sleeping.

Dycke wanted to insert some levity into the situation and jokingly asked, "Payne, what is in it for me." 

Payne whispered into his ear. "You can use the paddle!"

Dycke's face broke into a giant grin and he said, "Done!"

After all the preparations had been made and Payne had been readied to be put into the "drug induced sleep," Dycke said his goodbyes first. As much as he wanted to stay with Payne, he knew that her parents needed to be with her more than he did. He stopped by the billing office to make sure the hospital sent any and all the bills not covered by insurance for Payne, be sent to him. It felt weird and it felt powerful but it also felt very, very good.

He got into the limo with Fiona and asked her if she had made any inroads on the protection details. He said to Fiona that she had not had a moment off since they met and that was very unfair to him.

Fiona laughed, "Dycke, you will have a wonderful surprise tomorrow before school."

Dycke looked at her and said, "Fiona, why is it when you are happy, I feel that I am going to be in pain, very soon."

She replied, "Because you are the 'boss' and the 'boss' is always right."

Dycke said, "Oh shit," which followed shortly by a resounding smack and a loud "Ouch!" 

"Fiona, stop that," Dycke yelled, as the car was filled with the sound of a soft female laughter.

26. Home Coming

Alletta was suitably impressed with Dycke's Gulfstream jet but she remarked during the flight, that it needed a woman's touch. 

Piker said, "Alletta, this is merely a forty million dollar aircraft, probably more and you want to start shopping for it?"

Alletta said, "Well, it is for our daughter, isn't it?"

Dycke laughed. "It's okay Dad. They do not let just anyone into an aircraft hangar. I will make sure mom is not on the list unless Payne is with her."

Piker said, "Good thinking, son."

"Dad, do you have a schedule worked out for tomorrow?"

"After we finish at your school, we are going to my office. I have phone calls in to all my partners, but not all of them have responded. If all the partners are in, we can make the presentation to them about my buyout. We are not overly busy in the office now, so I am hopeful everyone will be there."

"Dad, do you have any area you want your new office to be in or a specific building. How much floor space do you want and staff all that other stuff?" Dycke asked.

"I have not seen your files, yet. I am not sure if you are even going to want to run your corporate offices out of the United States, yet. If we decide not to incorporate in the U.S., Costa Rica or one of the island in the Caribbean would be my next choice. It would mean putting many miles on the jet and buying a few homes in a few countries, but there will be no problem doing that with your income and business interests.

"We will still need a local presence, won't we, dad?

"Yes Dycke. How large and how complex it will be, I will not know or understand until I see the files," Piker said.

"How large were Mr. Turnquest's offices, in Utrecht, Fiona?" asked Dycke.

Fiona replied, "Dycke, you only saw his office. What you did not see, were the underground cables that sent all the secure messaging to Antwerp for dispatch around the world. Antwerp was where all the real work was taking place."

Dycke asked her "When were you going to tell me this?"

Fiona said, "When you asked."

"Dad, what do you call it when you talk to an opposing witness before a trial to see what they know?"

"It is called a 'Deposition' Dycke." Why?

"Get your bright light out and tie Fiona to a chair for a week and get what she knows out of her." Dycke asked.

"Not me." Piker said. "She is the secret agent. She can get even or worse."

Dycke said, "Shit" and covered his head instantly.

Fiona looked at him and said, "Young man, you will learn not to use that word very soon. I promise starting tomorrow morning your world will never be the same."

The pilot called over the speaker to prepare to land. Everyone buckled up and waited. Wheels touched down a few minutes later and instead to taxiing to the civilian terminal, they went to the military side of the field and parked next to a mammoth C-19 cargo aircraft. Three limousines were lined up waiting for the occupants of the aircraft. Piker and Alletta went into the first one and departed for home. Dycke and Fiona got into the second and went to his home and the crew put the aircraft to bed and got into the third and departed for a four star hotel in downtown Charleston.

27. Homecoming

Dycke arrived home to a million questions. Fiona was among the first of them. The inheritance was among the last.

When he tried to explain the amount of money he had inherited and the amount he would receive each year from the companies he had interests in his parents were incredulous. His parents were well off, but now their son made them realize what true wealth really was. 

Fiona informed Bacillica that she would have to quit her job, immediately, because it was too high risk to work in a bank, where anyone could walk in with a gun. 

Chad was advised that he was hiring a personal assistant, who was going to be with him at all times. She is former FBI and as good as they come in counter surveillance and close in combat. 

"Dycke, my new partner will be here, also. When I finish training her, I will take a few days off. 'She is not as gentle as I am, so 'be' nice!' She is former SAS and does not take shit from anyone. Do you understand?" Fiona said bluntly.

"Yes Fiona." Dycke said. "Does she look like a battleship, also?"

"Well, she is never going to be a runway model, if that is what you mean. She is six foot one inch tall and about one hundred and sixty pounds." 

Dycke grumbled, "Oh ...sugar!" 

As he looked around the room, his dad already had his hand up and Fiona was getting ready to cross the room, to hit him.

Dycke said, "Hah, fooled you both." 

Fiona continued, "Round the clock surveillance of your home will begin tomorrow morning. We will have a more complete security system, with cameras and motion detectors installed and after a review of the area; we may suggest you move to a more secure location." 

As security arrangements were made at the Schneider household, different arrangements were taking place at the Temples. Steve was congratulated for not burning the house down in his parent's absence and he even had a little money left over from the stipend his parent's had left him before going to Durham. It was late and Piker had an early start the next day so he and Alletta headed off to bed.

After showering the days grime away and brushing her hair, Alletta slipped out of her gown and into bed. She wanted to see if her husband would remember her private parts were shaved and what he would do about it.

Piker came out of the bathroom, freshly showered, in his silk pajamas went over to his side of the bed, sat down, yawned loudly, and slid under the covers. He leaned over kissed his wife on the cheek and said "Good night dear," turned back and feigned going to sleep. 

Alletta was furious. She wanted to pull his arms out by their roots. Here she was ready and available, while he was going to sleep. She lay there for minutes, just thinking.

Piker was grinning and he knew that Alletta was burning mad just a few inches away. "Was there something you wanted to do tonight, dear?"

"You are awake, you bastard. You knew I wanted to make love tonight and you made me think you were going to sleep. Well, now you can go to sleep."

Piker replied, "Okay! Good night."

"I am going to kill you if you are not over..." she did not get a chance to finish her sentence because Piker had her mouth covered with his. 

Alletta could not figure out how he got naked without her hearing him. She wanted to submit to his every whim, but it was hard for her. She was not a follower, she was a leader. She was a risk taker. That was how she wound up in this position and now she wanted to let her body be consumed by her husband, in any way he wanted. It was going to be hard and he was, very hard, indeed.

Piker knew Alletta's' body, as well as he knew the law. He knew where he could bend it and when the time was appropriate, he could break it, without repercussions. Alletta's ears were ground zero. He could get her to orgasm, while playing with her 'G' spot or her clitoris but when he wanted her to see fireworks, licking and kissing and fondling her ears was her stairway to heaven. Piker knew this and had put in twenty two years getting it just right. His hands busily roamed through his wife's hair and down her back. He kissed her a thousand times all over her face, neck, chest and breasts. He molded her breasts with his hands into cones and licked and bit the tips of Alletta's nipples, which made her groan. He moved his left hand down to her smooth stomach and moved it ever so slowly and lightly over it. His touch was so light that Alletta raised he hips off the bed searching for more pressure from his hand, but the higher she arched her back, the higher he moved his hand. 

Frustrated by the lack of action, Alletta let out a disappointed sigh and dropped her hips down to the mattress. When she did this, Piker's hand, aggressively, attacked her clit and pussy. His thumb pressed down hard on her clit, which caused her to explode into an orgasm she did not see or feel coming. Piker's index and center finger buried themselves into her vagina, deep and with maximum hand pressure and were wiggling around like a fish on a hook. His ring and little finger were pressed against her anus desperately seeking admission into that dark passage. His right hand squeezed her breast hard enough to hurt her and when she moaned, he bit the nipple and then licked it. He kept torturing her with this attack for several minute and her orgasms were, nearly, continuous

Piker repositioned himself and threw Alletta's legs over his shoulders and leaned forward, folding her in half and he went after her ears, immediately.

Alletta screamed. Alletta gushed. Alletta went out of her mind as her husband attacked her and she could not do anything but orgasm, time after time after time. Her voice was becoming hoarse from all her screaming and she never wanted it to end. If this was submission, she was all for it, from now on!

Piker slowed down his assault on her ears and looked into his wife's face, smiled and kissed her once again. He asked, "You okay?"

Alletta said "My throat hurts a little."

He smiled at her and replied "I have some warm syrup that I will give you later that will soothe it."

"I bet it comes out of a long, thick tube."

"How did you guess, babe?"

"Just lucky. My legs are tired of pointing at the ceiling. Do you think you could let them down now?

Piker moved his knees back and started lowering Alletta's legs slowly. However, just as quickly as his hand had attacked Alletta's clit before, his face attacked her vagina.

There was an audible 'splat' when Piker's open mouth hit Alletta's overheated pussy. Her juices sprayed everywhere, when his open mouth hit her open slot. She screamed, again, at the top of her lungs. First, she feared being hurt by the force of the blow. Second, the bridge of Piker's nose hit her clit, right on the nubbin. Alletta came with a spray of liquids all the way down to Piker's navel. 

She wondered if her husband liked her newly deforested playground. He was paying a great deal of attention to the lips of her honeypot but she was always happy with him as a lover so it could just be her imagination, running wild. She was very happy that Piker and she had decided two children were enough, because the way he was going tonight, a pregnancy would have been a definite possibility. As she was thinking about pregnancy, she thought, "Gee, we have not even gotten to that part, yet!" Now she wanted to get laid. No, she wanted to get fucked. Not nice and easy, but hard and fast. If Piker was not going to give it to her the way she wanted, she would take it herself. No more Miss Nice Girl, she would ask and if he said "No" he had another think coming.

Alletta grabbed Piker by his ears and said "Fuck me." 

He looked at his wife, blew her a kiss and dropped his head back between her legs. 

Alletta thought, "He wants to play hard to get. Okay, try this." She crossed her ankles and squeezed her thighs and legs as hard as she could around his head and did not let him go.




Having Fun with Dycke and Payne Ch. 05



Piker tried desperately to remove his head from his wife's vagina, so he could breathe, but she would not let him go. He rolled over and she rolled with him. He was desperate to try to breathe but he was unable. He raised his hands as if to surrender. 

Alletta yelled, "Are you going to fuck me now?"

Piker nodded his head and in doing so, he had to move Alletta's hips, also.

Alletta unlocked her ankles and let him loose and Piker took a big gulp of air. He looked at her menacingly and said "I am going to fuck you raw."

Alletta replied "You finally got the message!"

Piker flipped her over and grabbed her by the hips and plunged into his wife in one vicious thrust. 

Alletta moaned in delight and egged her husband on. He was always the quiet, sedate, southern gentleman in bed, but not tonight. Tonight he was her mate, her lusting animal and he was in his prime. He was hard as steel, forged in a furnace of love and lust. He was giving his wife what she wanted, the way she demanded it and he was not going to stop until she begged for mercy and maybe not even when she begged for that.

He pulled her up by her long auburn hair until she was sitting in his lap. He had his arms around her middle, with his hands locked together in front. He raised and lowered her on his prick like a piston. Each stroke was harder than the last. The head of his prick knocked on the door of her womb on every downward thrust demanding entry. 

Alletta was crying out in pleasure and in pain. She had demanded this and she was getting it, in a manner she had never dreamed existed. Her fluids were flowing continuously; they were the only reason this pounding she was receiving was bearable. Then she felt it happen. Her cervix opened, allowing her husband's penis entry into her womb. The pain was gone and the pleasure of his fucking returned. She started assisting him, using her legs to rise and fall on his length as he continue to reach the deepest parts of her. She shook and had an orgasm as blissful as she had ever had. 

Piker started to slow down from his exertions. He started nibbling on Alletta's left ear. She tried to avoid his mouth but he held her back against him and continued raising the heat of her lust. He pushed Alletta forward until she was laid flat. He raised her hips, just a little, to accommodate his thrusting. He took her hands and put each one under her body and trapped them there, as he put his full weight upon her. With all this completed, his hips went into high gear and thrust into Alletta, rhythmically. His hands and lips went after her ears with maniacal devotion. 

Alletta was sure she was wetting the bed beneath her. She was pouring out liquid non-stop. Piker had her trapped. She could not move. She knew, he just knew how to get to her and she could not stop him and then it happened and she fainted. She was out cold. She did not move. She could not move. 

Piker was so intent on keeping Alletta immobilized, he did not even register that he was fucking an unconscious woman until he finally came; about three minutes after his wife had her orgasm. He was exhausted. It was almost 3a.m. and he had to meet Dycke at his school at nine. Shit, he thought. This is going to be a bitch of a day. He set his alarm for 7a.m. and fell asleep next to his wife.

In the room across the hall, Steve lay awake unable to sleep because of all the noise coming from his parent's bedroom. In all his years, he had never heard anything so arousing and so titillating, as he heard during the night and it came from his parent's bedroom. Parents did not have sex. At least not sex like he heard his parents having during the night. The cursing, the screaming, the growling, and the bed bounding around the room; that was what happens when two young people have sex, not two forty year old adults. They do not do that stuff anymore, do they? "What the heck happened to my parents?" He thought. 

28. Regimentation

Dycke felt water dripping on his head and he could only imagine where it was coming from. He tried desperately not to move, but the drips came faster. Finally he said, "Good morning, Fiona. What did I do wrong now?"

"You have overslept boss. We were supposed to be out running by now" she said.

"I did not know you ran, Fiona" Dycke said.

"Normally I run 5 miles every morning before breakfast, Dycke"

"That sounds great Fiona. Let me get dressed and I'll be with you right after school."

"You have three minutes to be at the front door boss."

"Okay Fiona, I will be right there." Dycke slid out of bed, like cold molasses, went to his closet and grabbed a warm-up suit, and his track bag. He sat down on his chair and dressed.

As he exited his room he walked into a wall, or at least it felt like a wall, because he bounced back off it. 

The wall spoke to him. It said, "Fiona said three minutes. Your time was up thirty seconds ago."

The hallway was dark and all Dycke could see was a large grey shadow. He reached for the light switch and turned it on.

As his eyes focused straight ahead, he was looking at a pair of shoulders. He, slowly, raised his head and looked into the eyes of a formidable looking woman, who said to him, "Move" and he did, quickly.

Fiona was standing by the front door, smiling, as Dycke came charging down the stairs three at a time. She said to him, "I guess you met Marti?"

"If you are talking about the immoveable object that was standing in the hallway, yes, I met her."

"Remember Dycke, be nice!"

"I will have no problem remembering your advice, Fiona."

Marti walked down the stairs and was formally introduced to Dycke. Fiona said that she would be staying behind while Marti and Dycke ran the five mile circuit this morning. She expected them back in less than thirty minutes.

Marti said, "No problem Fee."

Dycke agreed.

Dycke asked Marti if she had a course laid out or if she wanted him to lead.

Marti told Dycke to follow her and they were off. Twenty-six minutes later they were cooling down in front of Dycke's home. Dycke and Marti were talking about half marathons and marathons she had run and the length of her stride as opposed to his. He was amazed at the power she exhibited with each and every stride she took and wondered how she did in hot weather. 

They walked into the house and Dycke told Marti to use the bathroom shower first. She accepted

Fiona asked, "How did it go Dycke?"

Dycke said, "Marti is an amazing runner. Her form is elegant. Her every move is so powerful. She is like a powerful cat on the prowl. I would not want to be in her way if she was after someone or something."

"Many people have felt that way about her. Be thankful she is on our side."

There was a light knock at the front door and Fiona rose to get it. She said, "Good morning, everyone. Did we bring coffee and croissants?"

Someone called out, "Of course!"

Twenty-two women and seven men walked into the Schneider household and it was just approaching 6a.m.

Chad Schneider walked into the kitchen dressed for his day and asked, "Where is my personal assistant and why is coffee not in my hand?"

A strawberry blonde woman walked over to Chad and said, "I am sorry for the delay Mister Schneider, there was a line at the milk container."

There was a low laugh as everyone was starting to get comfortable in their new surroundings, before the real security work began. 

Marti walked into to the assembled mass and looked at the group sternly. One woman looked back at her and said "Marti, everyone knows you're a cream puff, so knock it off."

Dycke would have sworn he saw steam coming out of Marti's ears but everyone else in the room was laughing.

Fiona took over the meeting, calling it to order. She said "You all have your assignments. If there is an attack and we have an all-out failure, Dycke is the absolute primary. He is position Number One. He will have a tracking device on his person at all times. Gary will take care of that starting today. Payne Temple is fallback position Two. She, also, will have a tracking device on her person at all times. If it is at all possible to secure her on the way to secure Number One, do so. If there is any doubt at all, bypass Number Two and head for Number One. 

Mary Ann's group will do the threat assessment for the home and surrounding area. She will, also, do the same for the Temple's home and area. The Schneider's two daughter's and their families have been alerted to you teams arrival. Your security password and counter signs must be correct or they will not allow you entry and they will call the police."

"Who drew Steven Temple?" 

"I did," called out a tall, slender, raven hair woman, who looked like she could pass for an eighteen year old girl.

Dycke screamed "Yes!"

Fiona smiled at him and said "Dycke is that nice?"

Dycke said "No it is not nice, it is perfect! May I ask your name please?" 

"My name is Desiree."

Dycke looked up towards the heavens and said "Thank you Lord."

Fiona said "Okay, that about covers everything. Everyone has their updated weapons permits: Assault and automatic rifles. Twilight Scopes. Laser Sniper Scopes. Tasers. Pepper Spray. Tear Gas canisters. Flash Bang grenades, Personal Nuclear Devices, Knives, Throwing Stars, Rocks, Papers, and Scissors? 

Everyone laughed, knowingly.

Chad went outside to get the days paper and immediately brought it to Fiona. She was not happy to see the headline from the financial section. Dycke's name was prominently run next to a track picture, and thankfully the sum of money mentioned was only the amount of the transfer: Fifty-Four Million Dollars.

Fiona told Chad to call the telephone company and disconnect his land line telephone, immediately, and tell his daughters to do the same thing. Get high security cellphones and only use those from this point forward. Gary, their electronics expert would help Chad make all the appropriate upgrades to the home computers to make them as secure as possible.

Dycke and Bacillica came down to join the assembled group. Bacillica asked what everyone was waiting for. 

Almost as one they said, "Our cars."

Bacillica said "That sounds reasonable."

Fiona and Chad showed the paper to the new arrivals and Dycke said "I guess it starts now, right Fiona?"

"Yes Dycke, now it is for real. No more games. Okay."

"Whatever you tell me I will do, Fiona. I promise. I will train when you say and do whatever else you want me to do." "Have you started protecting Payne, now that she is defenseless?"

"Yes, I have. There are four agents with her Dycke, on a rotating evening schedule. No one is needed between 8a.m. and 4p.m., so that will be their down time. They will arrange their days off accordingly. Payne will be the least of your problems now. Okay."

"Thank you, Fiona."

Air brakes could be heard outside and everyone inside started moving. Four large car carriers had pulled to a stop within fifty feet of one another. A driver called out the name "Dycke Schneider." With all the assemble adults mulling around in front of the trucker, he was amazed when this teenage kid walked up to him and said, "I am Dycke Schneider."

The trucker said "You purchased all these cars?"

"Yes why?"

The driver said, "Just checking, sir."

Dycke told him to call the cars off by the name on the invoice and its' driver would take it away."

The trucker nodded and moved away. The process took an hour but thirty new employees had new vehicles they had chosen and equipped to perform the duties of their new job.

Dycke had forgotten to get a new car for himself, so he drove to school in his old Taurus. When he got to school, he knew something was different. Everyone was looking at him. He was the subject of whispered conversations but as he would walk by everyone would become quiet. If there was a crowd in front of him, a pathway appeared as if by magic. Things like this never happened to him before. Although he dressed the same, came to school in the same car and acted the same because someone had written that he had inherited an astronomical amount of money, everyone was treating him differently. He found it very amusing.

Then he realized why, he turned around and there she was. As beautiful as ever, in a form fitting pant suit, but with eyes that said "Don't fuck with him." Fiona is priceless, Dycke thought. 

Dycke continue on to the athletic department, so he could drop his gym bag off in his locker. As he was about to enter, Coach Short opened his office door and said "Hello, Dycke, come on in."

"Sure coach" Dycke said. Before he took a seat, Dycke said "Coach this is Fiona. She is my bodyguard, a very good teacher and a friend."

"Fiona, this is my track coach, Bob Short. He won the Olympic Silver Medal in the 5000 meter race at Los Angeles.

"It is very nice to meet you, Bob."

"It is nice to meet you, Fiona. Why are you protecting the fastest kid in this school?"

"Sometimes you cannot outrun a trap or a bullet, Bob."

"That makes sense but what would anyone want with an eighteen year old kid?"

"I guess you have not read todays paper yet, coach."

"No, I have not had a chance. What would I see?"

"Fifty-Four million dollars."

Coach Short said "Yes, that would certainly get some people's attention, Dycke. Congratulations"

"Thank you, coach."

Coach Short said "That is not why I asked you in here. I received a letter from Duke University. They want films and time sheets and paperwork on you for the last three years. They are going to offer you an athletic scholarship, if everything checks out. We both know it will."

"I do not need the scholarship anymore. I just want to get into Duke, so I can be with my fiancee."

"I will send the paperwork in and then you can turn the money down later, Dycke. Let's get you in first, okay?"

"Thanks coach."

"Go put your gym bag away. I want to speak with Fiona for a moment. Stay inside the locker room, Dycke."

"Yes sir."

"Let me see, Fiona. Gun in your pocketbook. Looks like a forty caliber from here. A high priced bodyguard for a high school student. English accent. M.I.6? There is a bunch more than fifty million involved. Correct."

"Yes. Robert Shorter, track coach, my ass!"

"Well, I am now. A couple of years with the KGB, in Lefortovo, will make you look for greener pastures."

"Who did they trade you for?"

"We did not have anyone to give them. So, we gave them information about a corrupt business man, who was going to keep Moscow very cold, during the winter, for political gain and a huge profit on natural gas."

"So I take it you cannot run, as you did before. What do you do to keep fit?"

"I teach Karate, Jujitsu and Kempo."

"Are you good?"

"Yes."

"Are you married?"

"No."

"Do you have a girl friend?" 

"No."

"Are you gay?"

"No."

"Are you disease free?"

"Yes."

"You beat me two out of three and I am yours!"

"Bring your overnight bag."

"You are kind of sure of yourself, aren't you?"

"Either way, you are going to need to take a shower, when I am finished with you."

   The End 



Authors Note: I would like to thank everyone who is reading "Having fun with Dycke and Payne" for scoring so highly, all four previous episodes. I enjoy writing, but for me, it is a two way street. Each episode averages a readership of approximately 700 to 800 people. For a story in a "Non-Erotic" category that is not very bad. My problem is I am not getting any usable feedback from you. I like directing my stories to include the thoughts of my readers, if at all possible. If enough people do not like how a particular character is growing, during an episode, further on down the road, I could either attempt to change his or her attitude or write them out of the storyline completely.

I will be submitting Chapter 5 on November twenty-seventh. Chapter 6 is already at my editor, Lunarosa, being sliced two pieces. She is the only reason my stories are both technically correct and readable. If I do not start to get feedback from my readers, I am unsure if I will continue with this story past chapter 6 or if I will start on a new novel. I leave this choice, up to you, my readers.

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Having Fun with Dycke and Payne Ch. 06



29. The Challenges Lay Alongside

Piker Temple met Dycke and Chad Snyder at the principal's office in the morning. Piker told the principal that due to the change in Dycke's circumstances, the school now had a security problem and there were only two ways to solve it. Dycke was now a high risk student, because he had inherited a great deal of money and it was now, or would soon be, in every newspaper, on TV and on the internet. Every person in the world, with evil intent, would know where Dycke went to school and where he lived. Piker explained that the easiest place to get to Dycke would be at school, where he was most exposed, for many hours. It was, also, the place, where collateral damage could be a very big problem, if an attempt to kidnap Dycke was tried. Dycke would have his personal security agent with him, at all times. However, who was going to protect all the other students at the school, if the attempt on Dycke failed and the kidnappers decided to take a different student.

Chad Schneider added that the parents of all the other students would complain 'en masse', if they thought their children were in danger because one student was causing a threat to the entire school. The best thing for the principal to do would be to graduate Dycke early or allow him to take his remaining courses by computer, in consultation with his instructors. 

Piker Temple told the principal that with Dycke's current grade point average, he would graduate Summa Cum Laude. If the only problem the school was going have, with him graduating early, was the loss of money because of Dycke not physically in attendance, the Schneider family would pay the school board the actual amount loss and give the school directly, one hundred times that amount to its general fund. Mister Schneider's architectural and engineering firm, would also remove and the current athletic area and replace it with a state-of-the-art, high school football field /track stadium, which would be the envy of all the schools in the state.

The principal smiled and said to the three men sitting before him, Gentlemen, that is bribery and it will get you everywhere with me."

"Dycke," the principal continued, "I will get the paperwork to the school board this week and I will make sure that you graduate with honors. I will let you know high after I talk to your instructors. How much the check to the school board will be is another question that will be answered later this week. The check for the school, regardless of how much will be very much appreciated. Good luck to you young man. Unfortunately, I lose the ones like you too soon and the ones I would like to lose stay hung around my neck like an anchor chain, forever!"

"Thank you sir, I really enjoyed my teachers here. I could have done without most of the students that made my life hell, but the instructors that you have here are first-rate."

After the goodbyes were completed, Chad departed with his new "niece" to his offices and Piker left with Dycke and their escorts to go to his law offices.

All of the partners were already assembled and waiting for his arrival. They were unsure what this meeting was about, even though he had left them specific details. When they went into the meeting room, Piker told the assembled group, that he had a business proposition for them and that they should listen very closely to the young man he was about to introduce. 

"I am buying out of my partnership share and going into solo practice. The young man before you is going to be my only client. This is not a joke. You have already or will read about this gentleman in this morning's newspaper. You will be reading much more about him during the next 35 or 50 years, as he becomes one of the wealthiest men in the world. This young man, my daughter's fiancé, is "Dycke Schneider" and he has a business proposition for you, that will make my leaving, a very sweet pill for you to swallow."

Addressing the group Dycke said plainly, "Good morning. Many of you know I inherited a large sum of money. You have no idea how much, but the 54 million dollars you saw in the paper is less than a tenth of the total amount. I want you to buy out my future father. I don't want you to haggle with him over the price. Come up with a fair market value price, for his portion of this firm and pay him over reasonable amount of time." 

"When this is accomplished and Mr. Temple has set up my businesses the way they are supposed to be, I will send you triple the amount of business than you have paid him, toward your future legal services for my companies. If your services are good enough, I may keep your firm on for continued legal services, here in the United States. If not, after the agreed amount of money has changed hands, our agreement comes to an end. Mr. Temple and I will make that decision, at the appropriate moment." Having said everything he wanted to say, Dycke turned on his heel, and left the room.

Fiona was grinning when Dycke came out of the room. Dycke said, "Let's go outside, I need some air." Dycke was very happy that it was cool out this morning, because his body was glowing hot.

Fiona looked at him and said "Where do these brass balls come from boss?"

A short time later, a secretary came outside and asked Dycke to come back inside because a decision had been made. Mister Temple was waiting in the outer office, and took Dycke aside when he came in.

"Dycke" he said, "they offered me $250,000.00 my partnership and I'm going to take it.

"Okay dad, but as soon as they bill out at $750,000.00, our dealings with them are over. They are robbing you and both you and I know it. Those are your friends in there and for the lack of ten thousand dollars apiece, they screwed you. They just lost out on millions of dollars in business because of it."

Piker said to Dycke, "When I send them their final check. I will add a note explaining that fact to each one of them.

As Dycke and Fiona turned towards her car and Piker and Grace, his security officer, turned towards his Piker yelled toward Dycke and said, "I am going to the bank and depositing this, pointing to the one million dollar check in his hand, "and it had better not bounce!"

Dycke laughed and said, "Fiona will protect me if it does."

Chad Schneider arrived at work at 9:58a.m., with his new personal secretary, Nancy. He introduced his security officer, Nancy, as his niece, who had just graduated from the University of the Pacific. She had come east to look for a position in the financial world, but, so far, had been unable to do so. She would assist him in general matters, as his personal assistant, until she was able to find a position, outside the office. 

When Dycke showed up at the office a little later, with Fiona, everyone in the office started wondering, how many nieces Chad had. Dycke walked into his dad's office and brought up the four months his dad had to design and build a combined football/ track facility at his old school.

"It is okay son, it can be done. We will believe pulling permits to demolish what is there now, as soon as we get the school board's permission to do so. We are ready have plans and specifications on hand to show them from previous work we've done and as we are doing it, we will spruce it up a little bit so that your old high school has the best facilities around. Where did you say I should send the bill?"

Dycke laughed and said, "I believe you have my home address, you can send it there. Oh, Dad I forgot to give you this to you, when I got home. I've had this in my wallet since I left Europe. I gave one to Mr. Temple as a retainer for services to be rendered in the future. This check is for your services rendered, in the past, by you and mom. I love you dad."

"What is this Dycke?"

"It's for all the things you and mom have done for me while I was growing up. You have made me who I am today. I would not be the man I am without mom and your help. The only reason Payne loves me is because I am like you. She knows it and I know it. I can never thank you enough, dad."

"Dycke, this is for one million dollars," said Chad Schneider.

"If you want more, dad, all I have to do is make a phone call." said Dick.

"No Dick this is very generous. What am I supposed to do with all this money, "asked Chad?

"After you finish designing the stadium and track facility, take mom on that world tour, I told you about."

Chad said, "That is another thing, when do I get to see your airplane?"

"When you have time dad, all four of us will go to the aircraft. Then we can go to either: lunch or dinner."

Chad said, "I think I'll call your mother and see if she is available. If she is, I will have her meet us at Napoli's restaurant for lunch. From there, we will go, with you, to the aircraft, for a look around. I will have her bring a suit and tie for you for tonight."

Dycke said, "That sounds great, dad. Fiona, would you call the crew and tell them to fuel and preflight the plane. We will go to Washington to see the new Memorial and then we will go out to dinner. Also, tell them, after todays' flight, we will need a hostess for the aircraft. You will be too busy guarding me. Okay?"

"Yes, boss."

"Okay dad. I am going to call the hospital and see if everything is all right with Payne."

Chad said, "Good, I'll call Piker, also, and see if they want to join us, okay."

Dycke nodded as he left the room.

When Chad got Basilica on the line, he felt like he was in trouble again. He said "Good morning dear. How would you like to go to lunch and no then, see Dycke's aircraft?"

"Chad, please, you go without me. I might not be good company today. I spoke to my boss this morning and she really reamed me out for quitting. I attempted to tell her the situation I was in, but she thought it was a poor excuse and said I was leaving her in a bad position."

"Dear, she would say anything to keep you working at the bank. She would not care if someone came in and kidnapped you at gunpoint, to get to our son's money. If you got killed, she would come to your funeral as a representative of the bank and would not shed a tear. She would replace you in a day or two because the bank has to keep functioning. You left today, and she can replace you now. It is as simple as that."

"Do all architects reduce things down to the lowest common denominators?"

"We try to, dear. It helps us keep our lives simple. That's why we use computers for our math problems."

"Where are we having lunch, dear?"

"We will be eating at Napoli's restaurant, across from the airport's main entrance. We will be leaving here in ten minutes. From here to the airport is approximately 30 minutes."

"Well, you know I'm going to be late. I am not dressed to go out. I have not done my hair or makeup. I have to tell my security blanket, Frankie, we will be going out to lunch and then to dinner, so she can get ready. So, we will be there in about an hour and thirty minutes."

"Great, dear, we should be arriving there at the same time."

Basilica said, "I thought you said you were leaving in ten minutes and would be there in thirty."

"I said from here to the airport was approximately 30 minutes. I do have to make one detour that may take me a lot more time."

"Chad, you are a bastard."

"Yes dear, I know. You have told me that many times. I will see you at the restaurant, dear."

"I love you Chad. Goodbye."

Piker called Alletta and said, "Get dressed up dear. We will be going to Washington, D.C., for a little sightseeing and dinner with Dycke and his parents tonight."

Alletta asked "Joey, also?"

"Remember the rules dear. Where you go, your security detail goes."

"Okay, I'll tell Joey. When do we leave?"

"Three hours. I will send a cab to pick you up."

Grace told Piker "No. One of our people will take them to the airport."

Piker told Alletta the change in plans and said, "I'll talk to you later."

Grace told Piker his days of taking public transportation were over. "You must remember at all times, think safety and you are never safe in public or on public transportation, with the exception of aviation." 

Alletta called out to Joey, "Get dressed up fancy were going to D.C., for dinner."

Joey walked through the kitchen on the way to her room and said, "I'm going to like this new gig much better than my old one."

Alletta asked, "Are you allowed to tell me what your last job was."

Joey said, "I was undercover with the DEA."

Alletta whistled and said, "Do they always give women the shitty jobs?"

"No, it only seems that way."

There was a scuffle going on, outside the front door. The door flew open and Steve flew in, landing on his ass. Joey stepped over Steve, on her way to her bedroom and smiled. Steve's personal bodyguard, Desiree, walked in the front door after Steve, and threw Steve's books at him.

Alletta looked down at her son and said "What did you do wrong now?"

"Mom, Dycke did this to me on purpose. Desiree will not give me a moment's worth of peace. She will not let me explain what her job is to Julie. She hangs all over me like my new girlfriend, which she, definitely, is not. Now, Julie will not talk to me. So help me, if I get my hands on Dycke's throat, I'm going to strangle him."

Desiree looked down at Steve and said "Just remember Steve, Dycke, is primary number one, your sister, Payne is number two. You are so far down the list; I do not think Dycke gave you a number. If you attempt to harm either one of them, your college scholarship will go out the window, because both your legs will be broken and you will never know which direction the near fatal blows came from. We will try not to kill you, but you never know."

"Do you see what I mean, mom, Dycke is setting me up to become a priest." 

Alletta smiled and said, "Your dad and I would be so proud, if you took 'Holy Orders'. If you hurry, you could perform the nuptials for your sister's and Dycke's wedding!"

"How about I do a funeral mass for Dycke, instead?"

"Steve, go take a shower and get dressed in a suit and tie. We are going to D.C., with Dycke for dinner on his new jet."

"The only way I would go to dinner with him, is if he was on the menu."

"Dear, maybe he will allow you sit on the pilots lap and let you fly the plane!" 

"That is not very funny mom! I can't go anyway. I have too much homework to do. How the hell is he going to go? He has to get caught up with the work he missed and there is a load of new stuff that we are getting hit with now."

Alletta smiled and said, "His dad, under advice from your father convinced the principal that it was in his school's best interest, to have Dycke graduate, early, with high honors. That way, no other student would be put in jeopardy, if an attempt to kidnap Dycke were to take place on school property. As an added incentive, Dycke is having his father design and build a new track stadium on school property."

"Great. Now my dad is working for my nemesis. And what may I ask did my dad get for all his hard work?"

"Your father received one million dollars!" 

Steve yelled, "A million dollars!"

"Yes Steve, one million dollars. So you see if you attempt to hurt Dycke, I will have to hurt you. I love you son; but I love shopping more."

"It looks like I am just going to have to beat him on the track in college."

Desiree said, "We have not decided if we will allow Dycke to run again. We can arrange to have you run against him privately, if he wants to, but it may be impossible to guard him and the family, at such a large venue."

Steve said vehemently, "I will not go to my grave with Dycke getting the better of me five times and gotten my sister, also. There has to be a way to get him while we are at UNC and I will find it." 

"Steve, I have one more disappointment to add to your list. Dycke is not going to UNC. He's going to Duke. He got a scholarship there."

Steve cried out, "No! He can't do that to me. The two schools are in the same division. We will race against one another, possibly five times a season and then at the regionals, if he gets that far. I was planning on humiliating him daily at practice, in the locker room, in the classroom, in the hallways, and to and from class. This is totally going to screw up what I had planned. Even the gods are against me, when it comes to Dycke Schneider. Thank goodness he looks like a nerd! "

Joey chimed in and said, "I don't know, I think he looks cute."

Steve threw up his hands and said, "I give up!"

There was a hard knock at the front door. Desiree motioned everybody away from the front door; Joey pulled her weapon as Desiree called out the days call sign. The female voice on the other side of the door answered with the appropriate safe word and Desiree opened the door. Marti walked in, with a frown on her face. She said that the passive receivers picked up loud disturbances coming from the interior of the house and she was sent over to check on it.

Joey and Desiree laughed and pointed at Steve, who was still sitting on the floor. Marti asked, "Is that supposed to be the other runner?"

Steve got angry. He stood up and said, "What do you mean the other runner?"

Marti said, "I ran with Dycke this morning, for five miles and I ran him into the ground. If you are supposed to be the other runner, you probably could not make it three miles before you called it quits." 

"You may have run down that little sissy in five miles, but if you try it with me, and you will find out that I am just getting warmed up at that distance."

Marti said, "If I remember correctly, Dycke beat you in the five thousand meter run, the one-mile and the cross country last year at the state finals."

"Does Dycke tell everyone that story?" Steve asked.

"No, he did not have to. It was front page news in the High School Sports Wrap-Up. It had a great picture of you looking over your left shoulder as Dycke passed you on your right side."

Steve shook his head said to himself, "I will never live that one down."

Marti looked at Desiree and Joey and asked if Little Stevie was too much of a problem for them.

Desiree answered saying, "Apparently, Steve was having a meltdown because of the new rules concerning his safety. His illogical reaction was to blame Dycke for all of his failings and was currently trying to find ways to harm principle number one. I cannot allow this to happen and am contemplating restraining him during the evening hours and securing him during his sleeping hours."

Marti asked Desiree "Are you sure that this is one-sided, and is not just part of the pissing contest?"

"I am not sure Marti. They have been three overt death threats in the last ten minutes and several other threats for bodily harm. He is legally an adult, although by his adolescent activities at school, one would wonder. I would not feel comfortable having him roam free and unrestricted at night without Dycke's approval."

"Okay, Desiree. Dycke will be out of town until the early morning hours, so Steve will not be a threat to him tonight. I will speak to Dycke tomorrow, and see if we want to send Steve to a military academy or into the military itself."

Alletta chimed in and said, "Steve always loved fast boats. Can you get him into the U.S. Coast Guard Academy?"

"Mom, cut it out. I will leave the house. I do not need his money. I do not need your money. I have my own scholarship. I will get a part-time job while I am in college to support myself and I do not have to see Dycke, or you or anyone else again. I just want to be left alone."

Marti looked at Steve and said, "Someone needs to get this shit beat out of him."

Desiree and Joey were jumping up and down like schoolgirls yelling, "Me! Me!"

Marti smiled and said, "Easy children." She turned and said,"Mrs. Temple, do you have a preference as to which one of these fine young ladies, will beat the heck out of your son?"




Having Fun with Dycke and Payne Ch. 06



"Well Marti, you already had your exercise this morning with Dycke. I have seen Desiree throw Steve through a door. I think I would like to see Joey work Steve over to see how well, I am protected."

"Mom, I cannot fight a girl." 

Marti said, "Do not worry, Steve. You will not lay a finger on her."

Desiree said, "Let us do this near his bed of the couch so we do not have to carry him too far. Alletta, give him a couple of aspirin. They will be in his system and working, when he wakes up with the headache."

Steve decided that this one-sided fun had gone on too long. He shifted his weight and lunged at Joey.

The next thing he remembered was feeling a cold towel on his head and another one on the bottom of his neck. He realized he was lying down and could not remember how he got here. He heard the laughing and giggling and his mother's voice asking someone if she was sure he is going to be able to have children. That last part concerned him. He groaned as he tried to move.

"You see. I told you I did not kill him," Joey said.

"It would have served him right, if you had." Marti smirked. We wanted to do this in a controlled environment and he wanted to play another one of his adolescent games. As my favorite saying goes "Men! You can't kill all of them, and you cannot castrate all of them, either!"

Steve rolled over and realized he had nearly rolled off to couch. His mother and Joey were dressed to kill and Marti and Desiree were dressed like they were going to kill him. Steve closed his eyes because of the headache and said aloud, "If you are going to kill me, please make it painless."

After the chorus of laughter died down, his mother kissed him goodbye and said she was leaving for the airport. She told him that they had found a way for Dycke and him to learn to run and fight, where both could get their frustrations out on one another and become better, at both. 

Steve asked, "What body part do I have to sell?"

"None, Steve. It is all part of a plan to help you defend yourselves. Each member of the family will be taking self-defense courses. As you get better and more skilled, you may as well practice against one another to sharpen your fighting edge. As long as Dycke does not get too far ahead of you in his training, as he did in his running, your chances of sparring with him and getting hurt should be minimalized."

"How many lessons has Dycke had?"

Marti said, "One."

Steve asked, "Who is going to be my trainer and when can I start?"

Marti said, "You will have many trainers, as will Dycke, and you can start with your five mile run, as soon as you finish your homework."

"Can we run first and I can do my homework later, because I have a lot of it."

"I have never seen anyone so determined to get beaten down, by women, in my entire life." 

Desiree said "He acknowledged that he got beaten by one pussy, three times in one day. Now, he is in a hurry to be out run by two women in a five mile romp."

Steve said, "So far, all I have heard from you is lip when it comes to running. How about getting your feet on and put some pavement to the test."

Marti said, "After we beat you, there will be no more whining. You will follow your orders. You will get your act together and then maybe, just maybe, we will give you some privileges with your girlfriend. You cannot act like you did before. You have to understand that your sister is going to marry a man who already has in his possession more money than some countries have in their treasuries. People have committed atrocities for less money than that. So, you have to keep your guard up and we aim to teach you how. Be on the driveway in five minutes, ready to run."

Steve was shown the lead car and told to follow it. It would give us a true five mile circuit around his community and would end back at his house. It was not a pace car. It was just the lead car. When they had finished stretching, they all lined up and Marti yelled "Go!" Steve led off with an extremely fast pace, leaving Joey and Desiree a few yards behind him. His years on the track and his constant training had kept his body and perfect condition long-distance running. He never looked back. He only looked at the car in front of him. He kept his pace fast and as he felt his body loosening he made the pace faster. 

As the miles clicked off and he checked his chronometer, Steve knew he had less than two miles to go. He decided to go flat out. He opened up with everything he had. His legs were pumping. His arms were pumping and he was going for broke. The car made a turn going past the golf course and he knew he was 9/10 of a mile from home. He did not want to but his mind kept egging him on to look behind him to see where his two keepers were. He looked, automatically, over his left shoulder and when he saw no one, he cringed. He, immediately, looked over his right shoulder as both women were striding by him, running like they had just started the race rather than just finishing it. 

He was running flat out. He knew he had nothing left in the tank to give. He could run another mile, at this pace, but he could not increase his pace, even if his life depended upon it. He knew that they could have beaten him by much more if they wanted. They just put enough distance between themselves and him to let him know that fact. He did not feel humiliated. He was beaten by better athletes. Who were these people? Where and how were they trained? He wanted that training. He wanted to be the best and they were the best he had ever seen. He realized at that moment, if he wanted these things in his life, he was going to have to make some very drastic changes in it. His priorities would have to be reorganized. Athletics would be paramount, but his studies would have to improve greatly, because these women were, also, extremely smart. He had a lot of work to do and the reorganization and upgrading of the life of Steven Temple was just beginning.

30. Waking Sleeping Beauty

The following Monday was unveiling day for Payne. Dycke and the Temples wanted to be at the aircraft early enough to be at the hospital and greet the hibernating princess, as she exited her coma.

As they were being driven to the Charleston airport, Piker Temple updated Dycke on his holdings, around the world. Piker informed Dycke that he had only minor holdings in the United States, but they were in major corporations. He was going to have to bring in help to sort out many of the intricacies of U.S. policies with certain governments and countries that Dycke had businesses in, but he foresaw no real problems in that area. He told Dycke that he felt foolish being in an office of twenty-two thousand square feet with just himself three secretaries and a room full of the computer equipment.

Dycke said, "Dad, you will fill it as you see fit. Fill it with the best people, pay them well, keep them loyal and let us keep what goes on inside your offices, inside the office."

Piker said, "Dycke, we have to move your personal holdings into a corporate entity, or maybe a trust. I have called in a tax expert who used to work for the IRS, but now has his own business in Miami. He will be meeting us in Durham, while we are visiting with Payne. I have briefed him on the problems that we face and we will go over it in detail, while we are together. 

"Dad, why don't you just raid the IRS? Find a senior agent with a spotless record, who is ready to retire and lure him away."

"Dycke, you watch too many movies. Let me handle this, please."

"Okay, dad, I promise to follow your advice, when it comes to business matters, for a very long time!"

Marti exited the limousine first, followed by Grace and Joey and after they took their positions by the aircraft, the Temples and then Dycke exited the limousine and boarded the aircraft. Within moments, the aircraft was in the air and the occupants settle down for the short trip to see if the month of sleeping had done what the doctors at Duke had hoped would save Payne from further surgery.

From the airport, they went directly to the hospital for a consultation with Dr. Wolf. Doctor Wolf advised the three of them that they had started the process of waking Payne up the preceding evening. They were taking it very slow because she had been under the anesthesia for so long. All Payne's vital signs were stable. They were going to remove the bandages this morning to see how the healing was progressing. She would have to be re-bandaged possibly for as long as two more weeks, but she might be able to go home, in as few as two or three days. Air travel was not advisable above ten thousand feet because of the pressure being put on her face, but if that could be accommodated, she could certainly fly home.

Dr. Wolf escorted the group to the recovery area, to see his patient.

Payne opened her eyes, smiled and said, "Hi mom."

Alletta Temple went to her daughter, kissed her hand and said, "Hi, sweetheart. How do you feel? "

"I want to get out of bed. I feel all stiff and achy. It feels like my muscles have not been used for a month."

Doctor Wolf chimed in and said, "You have had physical therapy, three times a day, every day, for the past month. You will be surprised, when you get up, how strong you feel."

Payne asked, "When can I get out of bed?"

Doctor Wolf said, "After we get the tubes out of your arms, and get you up to your room. That should take about two hours or less. I will be taking the bandages off your face this morning temporarily. I want to see, for myself, how well the healing has progressed. As I told your parents, if it has gone well enough, I will re-bandage you for proximately two to three weeks, but you may be able to go home in three to four days."

Payne wanted to shout, but she knew better, so her eyes glowed instead. 

Dycke said to Piker, "Dad, have you noticed we have been standing here for five minutes and we have not even had the courtesy of the hello, yet. We might as well go and have a cup of coffee and when she is ready to say hello we can come back. Okay?"

Piker said to Dycke, "Remember, son, she said she would keep the ring."

"It is okay, dad. You have seen the paperwork, I own the mine."

The words were not completely out of his mouth, yet, when Dycke was hit by a plastic cup.

Piker said, "I guess she knows you are here."

"If I am feeling pain, Payne knows I am here."

Payne said, "Hi dad. Hi twerp!"

"Is that a nice way to talk to a man that has graduated high school 'Summa cum Laude?" asked Dycke.

"What! How could you graduate before me? How could you graduate 'Summa' when the highest I could go was 'Magna'?" asked Payne.

"First of all, you know, I am smarter than you are."

Payne replied, "Say that again and I will take these tubes out of my arms and hang you with them."

"Second, I could say that we told the principal that I had become a security risk and that it would work out best for him and the students to have me graduate early, so that they can enjoy their brand-new football and track stadium for the beginning of next season. In other words, your dad bribed him."

Payne looked at her father, who just grinned at her. She said to him, "You did something illegal?"

Piker looked at his daughter and said, "Who, me?"

Payne bit her hand because she didn't want to laugh.

The nurse came and told visitors to leave so she could prepare to remove the IVs from Payne's arms. She also advised the visitors of Payne's room assignment and that she would be upstairs within the hour.

Everyone started to file out, but not Dycke. "Twerp," he said.

Payne said, "It was the only word I could use in mixed company."

Dycke said to her, "Just remember your promise, I get to use the paddle."

Payne said, "How do I even know you got me the discs."

As if on cue, the nurse, who was to remove Payne's IV's, came around the corner with a satchel filled with educational discs. She asked Payne if she should have them delivered to her room or given to her parents.

"Oh shit" said Payne.

"Paddle" said Dycke.

"Want to bargain?"

"Not on your life," said Dycke. 

"You do not have to smile when you say that."

"I just keep thinking of the pretty pictures of your cheeks in pink."

Payne said, "Just remember, he who laughs last laughs best."

The nurse said, "The quicker you get out of here, the quicker I can get her up to her room."

Dycke said, "I will see you upstairs my love." 

Payne said, "My love, my ass."

Dycke said, "Exactly!" He escaped before another plastic cup went flying by him.

31. The Match Game.

Fiona went to Bob Short's dojo at 8pm, on her first day off, since she had met Dycke. She had worn her workout clothes to the gym, and had brought a change of clothes to go home in. She did not expect the evening to be much of a match because she was seven inches taller than Bob and fifteen years younger. She was hoping for a good workout, but that was about it.

When she arrived, a class of teenagers was just dispersing and Bob greeted her at the door, cordially.

"Oh good," he said, "You have already admitted defeat, by bringing your overnight bag."

Fiona laughed and said, "This is just a change of clothes for me to go home in. Quite honestly, I expect the shower to last longer than the match."

Bob said, "Since we already have a bet on the outcome of this little event, I will not add insult to injury and take your money, also."

"Bob, where is the nearest hospital, just in case I have to get you there in a hurry?"

"Fiona, the only thing that I have to worry about is how long I am going to be giving you mouth-to-mouth resuscitation."

Bob locked the doors and closed the draperies in the studio. He extended the mats to the full width and length of the room and said to Fiona, "What punishment would you like first?"

"This is the best two out of three Bob. No holds barred. No rules. When you have had enough, you just say ENOUGH!"

They were already dressed in their 'gi' and Bob mockingly said, "Ding" and the matches were on.

They went at each other and tae kwon do style for almost 15 minutes before a leg kick by Fiona caught Bob on the side of his head, knocking him to the floor. She pounced on him, using her arms around his neck and head, in a choke hold, cutting off his air supply. She yelled, "Do you give?"

Bob nodded his head, admitting defeat.

Fiona said, "Nice match Bob. You gave me a harder time than I thought."

Bob replied saying, "I had to let you win one so that you would not feel bad, when you lose the next two."

"You sure are full of yourself, aren't you, Bob?"

"We will see won't we, Fiona?"

They talked, hydrated and rested for five minutes, when Fiona said, "Are you ready, Old Man?"

"Pride goes before the fall, Fiona."

"Bob, you fall so well. Ding!"

Fiona charged Bob with a jujitsu move and Bob countered with a fierce Kempo attack to her left side and a kick to her left hip and cause Fiona to grunt and roll on her right side. She bounced up quickly and looked at Bob, as he smiled at her.

"Smooth move, Bob" she said, as she circled him to her left, in an attempt to protect her left side and tried to swipe him with the right leg. Bob jumped over her leg and used a round house kick to the center of her back and knocked the wind out of her. She lay flat on the mat but Bob knew better than to press his advantage because she was not hurt, she was just winded. Fiona watched Bob warily as she tried to get up. He stayed behind her and every time she turned he moved keeping at her six o'clock position. She finally did a forward roll to a standing position and increased her distance from him. She waited for him to attack but he did not. He waited for her. She was younger, taller and stronger and he should not be able to overcome these advantages, Fiona thought. She would not make the tactical mistakes she made before, again. She resumed her karate stance and approached menacingly towards Bob, and struck him fiercely about the head and chest, with a flurry of blows that went unanswered. Fiona prepared another attack and moved in and started another flurry of blows to his chest, and with a masterstroke of timing, as Fiona finished her final blow and started to retreat, Bob jumped and double kicked her, in the lower chest and diaphragm, with such force that it rendered her unconscious.

Fiona woke up several moments later with an ice pack under her neck and Bob was giving her mouth-to-mouth resuscitation in a very unorthodox style. Fiona said, "You have not won, yet!"

Bob looked her in the eye, smiled and said, "I was just practicing. How do you feel?"

"I have been down before, but I have never been knocked out. I did not realize you could jump that high and kick with that much power."

"One of the other things I wanted to do besides run, when I was in high school and college was to do the high jump. However, that was reserved for the giants. The tall guys would always let me use the high jump equipment, and I could clear six foot on a good day. For my height, that was not bad."

"Well, it sure got my attention today. I will have to watch out for it in our next match, which is due to begin in a few minutes."

"Fiona, if you want to put it off for another day, I will understand. I just rang your bell pretty good and I do not want to hurt you anymore than I just did."

"You are just afraid you will lose the next one, aren't you, Bob?"

"Are all English women as hardheaded as Margaret Thatcher?"

"Maggie Thatcher was a moderate, Bob. Us right wingers thought she was way too liberal."

"No wonder she and Reagan got along so well. He was senile, and the people she had working for her, were working against her."

"Is that nice thing to say about a President of the United States, who made a motion picture, back in the 1950s, and updated it in the 1980s and called it Star Wars?"

"Fiona, the picture probably cost a couple of million dollars to make and probably made money at the box office. Reagan's investment in Star Wars, nearly bankrupted the United States. However, instead of fighting old wars, how about we finish this one so I can take you to bed?"

Fiona stood up and was immediately grabbed by Bob because she was about to fall right back down. Bob asked her if she wanted to go to the hospital.

Fiona said, "I think I had better sit down for a while longer. I do not believe I will be able to continue to fight today. I am sorry Bob; our third fight will have to wait for another day."

"Fiona, that is fine with me. I just need to be sure that you are alright."

"Bob, you did not hit me in the head, my pulse rate is fine. I am just a little dizzy. I will rest a little while longer and I will try to stand again."

Bob said, "Fiona, let me run upstairs to my apartment and get some orange juice. I will bring it down here so you can drink it and get some sugar in your system."

"It is very convenient, Bob, that your apartment is in the same building as your studio."

"It is, also, very convenient Fiona, to have my apartment and my studio, in my building."

"Bob, why don't you just help me upstairs, and I will drink the orange juice there. I do not believe I will not be able to drive for an hour or so."

"Okay, Fiona, we can exit through the back and take the service elevator up to my apartment."

"Thank you, Bob."

Fiona braced herself against the wall and stood up slowly. She still felt a little woozy but she was steadier on her feet, this time. She moved to pick up her gym bag and threw it over her shoulder and started walking toward where Bob was.

Bob watched her closely. He wasn't looking to see how her body was moving; he was watching her eyes to see how her brain was functioning. Her eyes were not sharp. She had not yet snapped out of the fog she was in and it did not look like she was going to come out of it any time soon. He moved over to her and braced his shoulder against her side in an effort to take some of her weight off her feet.




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Fiona did not resist his help. She could not understand why her body was not responding better. Rest, liquids, and something to eat would probably be the best medicine for her.

Bob was going to use some good old-fashioned remedies of his own. Plus, some knowledge gained while he was the guest of the KGB to help Fiona back to health. He had learned how to survive the Russian secret service's most brutal attacks. They had accused him of spying for the United States but could never prove it. They even refused to acknowledge that they had him in custody for more than a year and a half. His tormentors had beaten his body with steel bars and bare knuckles. His fellow prisoners had either told him or helped him recover from them using the simplest and most genius methods available. He learned how to use his hands to exact pain and to induce pleasure. If he had hurt Fiona badly, he knew her abdomen would start to bloat and he would take her to a hospital. If not, he would use other methods to stimulate her blood flow and raise her pulse and heart rate. She might not see this as an attempt to return her to health, but it would be fun to see how she reacted to his methods.

They reached the elevator, and he pressed the button for the twelfth floor. When they stepped off, Fiona got her second surprise. Bob had set his apartment up as if it were a loft. His apartment was the entire twelfth floor. It had no walls; all the steel support beams were exposed and painted white. Bookshelves and shelves with trophies and medals delineated rooms. His kitchen was relatively small, but adequate. His dining room sat eight people comfortably, at what appeared to be an extremely expensive dining room set, complete with a china cabinet and a side- board. There was a bedroom area that looked like it came out of a magazine, but it did not look like it had ever been used. The second bedroom area looked like it had been lived in for a long time. There was a futon on the floor, with several pillows and blankets. Runner's magazines, martial arts magazines, assorted health-food items, and a pair of reading glasses were strewn all over the floor, which made her laugh. Finally, Fiona thought, something that showed his age. There were several bathrooms but the majority of the space was open. It contained a pool table, weight bag, and assorted running machines. 

Bob escorted Fiona into the kitchen and sat her down at the table. He went to the refrigerator and carefully removed eight oranges which he put into the sink and carefully washed and put into his juicer, one at the time. Within a few moments, they both were drinking glasses of fresh oranges.

Fiona said to Bob, "Seeds and all?"

Bob responded, "They add fiber."

"I must admit, Bob, this is the best orange juice I have ever had."

"It is the aphrodisiac I put in it, that makes women say that. It takes effect in about three minutes."

Fiona said, "In that case, I should take a shower first?"

"Fiona, I am not happy with the way you walking yet. I do not think you would be safe in the shower alone, right now. Why don't you wait a while before you take your shower?"

"You could always stand behind me and hold me up just in case I lose my balance, Bob. I know you would never take advantage of me, in my weakened state."

"Your wish is my command, madam. You shall be as safe as an eighteen year old virgin girl. In a male sex education class. ON graduation day." 

Fiona laughed and said, "Very prophetic, Bob. Do you read the entrails of an owl, also? 

"I try to, but catching an owl is very messy." Bob handed Fiona a high calorie, high energy bar and told her that he was going to get a few towels for the bathroom and he would be right back.

Fiona stood, unwrapped the bar took a bite and began to undress. She removed her shoes and socks and her workouts pants. She took another bite and removed her top and her sports bra. She took another bite and removed her underwear leaving everything in a neat little pile. She walked into the kitchen, with her glass, to see if there was any orange juice left. Luckily for her there was.

"Boy, that looks good."

"What?" asked Fiona.

Bob said, "When I paint this scene, I will call it, Nude Drinking Orange Juice. "

"When do you want to start, Bob?"

"Right away is fine with me. I will get my first paint by numbers kit in the morning. I have to start learning to painting, sometime!"

"I think paint by feel is better than paint by numbers don't you, Bob? However, I am getting cold standing here and you are still dressed. So I am going to take a shower, while you decide what color paints you want to buy.'' Then, Fiona walked by Bob and grabbed the towels from his hands and walked towards the bathroom and closed the door. She turned the water on in the shower, adjusted temperature and was about to step in, when a cold pair of hands took her by the waist and helped her over the low rise into the shower.

Bob asked Fiona if she was pleased with the water pressure.

Fiona said she wished it was more powerful, so it would invigorate her skin.

Bob asked her to step back from the spray, so she would not get hurt. He touched two buttons on the wall behind him. The shower surrounded them with the sounds of the William Tell overture and the famed water pressure of Lyndon Baines Johnson shower, in the White House.

Fiona screamed. "Turn it off! Turning it off! I will not have any skin left."

Bob touched another button and the water was reduced to heavy summer rain.

Fiona said, "That is much better, Bob. Thank you."

Bob stretched up and asked in her ear, "I would be a shame for you to get dizzy by bending down. Shall I wash you, instead?" 

Fiona replied, "That is very considerate Bob, please do."

Bob produced in shower chair, which was behind him, and had Fiona sit down, so he could wash her hair. He showed her the shampoo he was going to use and Fiona approved. He poured a generous amount into his hands and applied it into her hair. He rubbed it in slowly, all the way from her scalp to the tips of her hair. Then he massaged it vigorously, which relaxed his patient and made her mellow and quiet. When he was finished, he rinsed his patients' hair out until it was squeaky clean.

When he was done with her hair, he had Fiona stand up and removed the chair from behind her. He picked up the bottle of shower gel and squeezed globs of it into his hands. He started on her shoulders and moved down her arms to her fingers doing each one individually. He then did each of her sides and her back. He did the sides of her hips and gluts and the backs of her thighs, quads and calves. He had her lift one foot at 

a time, so he could wash it, and each toe, properly. He did everything so lovingly and with extreme care, Fiona wondered why some woman had not taken him off the market. 

When he had finished the back of her body, Bob turned her to stand, under a fountain of warm water, while facing him. He began to rinse off the front of her body from the head down, using his hands. 

He raised each hand into the falling water as soap cascaded down her body to the shower floor. His hands moved down, from her hands, down her arms, to her shoulders, to the top of her chest between and around her luscious orbs.

At this point, Fiona was not amused. She had been in the shower with this man for almost 15 minutes now, and he had not touched her breasts or her vagina or her ass once. She knew she had said to him that he should not take advantage of her and her weakened state, but she did not think he would take her seriously! His hands were driving her crazy. His fingertips were sending little electric shocks through her skin and her vagina was pulsing and it was in need of relief in the worst way. It was plain to see that he was excited because his penis was erect, but he was not doing anything about it. She was determined not to make the first move, because she did not want to seem desperate. Besides that, he was not her type of guy. He was too short. He was too old. He was too pushy. He kept trying to tell her what to do. He just was not for her. But, maybe, just for some short-term relief, he would do.

Bob continued to rinse Fiona off and knelt down in front of her to do her abdomen. He started to do her right leg with both hands, and Fiona spread her feet further apart. When she did this, Bob pressed his face into her slit and is tongue, attacked her clit fiercely.

Fiona's vagina reacted to this new electrical shock, by coming instantly. She screamed grabbed every hair on the top of Bob's head and held on for dear life as she realized what had just happened. 

Bob's mouth and tongue were securely affixed to her vagina and were causing stimulations that she had not been felt for a very long time and now, were causing circuits to overload in her head. 

Bob's neck was starting to carry Fiona's weight. She was starting to lose the ability to stand and her equilibrium totally dependent on Bob's head position.

Fiona was keening and moaning at the top of her lungs. She was holding on to anything that would keep her from falling. Unfortunately, the shower only had vertical surfaces and they were all slick from the running water and soap. She wound up half sitting, half lying against the wall of the shower: Her knees raised and bent outwards; Bob's mouth still firmly attached to her vagina, which he was alternating between nibbling and licking on her clitoris and the folds around her opening; The fingers of Bob's right hand were inside her tunnel, two and sometimes three at a time, playing with her G-spot as her hips were rising off the floor, searching for Nirvana; his thumb had found a welcome home, about one inch deep in her anus and every time he put pressure to move her one way or the other with his thumb, she moved, immediately. Finally, his left hand was at her breasts. It pinched her nipples and molded her flesh. It caused her pleasure and it caused her pain. It kept her off-balance and it was not the only thing that was going on. It did everything to keep her mind occupied, away from the center of her body. Bob was pressing an all-out attack on Fiona's senses and when it happened, she nearly crushed Bob's head with her thighs, as she squirted all over him.

As she began to calm down, Bob started licking her clit, again. 

Fiona opened her thighs, immediately and started pushing Bob away as she yelled, "Enough! No more! Please, no more. Enough, I am too sensitive there now. No more! Please!"

Bob yelled in victory, "That is it! Two out of three, you are mine!"

"What?" Fiona yelled.

Bob replied, "You said there were no rules. If I beat you, two out of three matches, you were mine. We were even downstairs. You just said, "Enough," which means I just beat you up here and that makes me the winner."

"That is cheating, Bob"

"How can you cheat, Fiona, when there are no rules?"

"I think I know why they left you in Moscow for two years, Bob."

Bob laughed at Fiona's assertions but said, "It doesn't matter. You made a contract with me, and I expect you to be my sex slave and companion for as long as I desire."

"I think I will move back to England," Fiona said.

Bob laughed, again, and reminded Fiona that they had not even gotten to the good part, yet.

Fiona groaned, "Can I beg off due to illness?"

Bob replied, "No! The medication you are going to get from me is, either, going to kill you or cure you."

Fiona grumbled, and said, "Oh shit!"

The End -- Chapter 6.



Having Fun with Dycke and Payne Ch. 07



32. The Gathering Storm

Bob Short helped Fiona up off the shower floor and into the radiant heated bathroom. He toweled her dry from head to toe and proceeded to brush out her hair. 

Fiona acquiesced to all this attention and wondered why he was not married. If Bob took care of all of the women he met like he was taking care of her, he would be a wonderful protector, a good provider and an experienced lover.

Bob finished with her hair and told her to lie down and rest. Dinner would be ready in forty-five minutes and he would come and get her. Fiona started to argue, but Bob looked at her, sternly, and she backed off.

Fiona started walking toward the second bedroom, but Bob intercepted her and took her to the master bedroom. She said to him, "I thought this was just for show?"

Bob said, "It is for show, and I am going to show you a lot!" He proceeded to pull down the spread and folded it neatly at the base of the bed. He pulled down the blanket and the top sheet and folded it into a neat triangle. He moved Fiona into position by the bed. He removed the towel from around her body, sat her naked body down, picked up her legs from the floor, and slid them under the covers, thereby forcing her to lie down. He covered her body, up to her neck, kissed her on her forehead and said, "Rest. I will be back in a while to get you. Nothing and no one is going to hurt you or bother you while you are here, with me."

Bob had many talents, but he could not boil water without having a major industrial accident. However, he did know every good restaurant within a half mile radius of his home and every restaurant owner and manager knew him. Tonight, he thought he would treat his special guest to some exquisite Thai food.

He first stepped around an enclosure to make sure that Fiona was asleep, and then stepped to the far end of his apartment and made a call, to his friend Angus McFarland. Angus owned "The Lotus Flower," a small and delicately appointed Asian restaurant, a few short blocks away. He explained his predicament to the transplanted Scot and in his big Scottish brogue, Angus said, "Shall I come over and cook it myself, so I can see the lass?"

Bob said, "No thanks, Angus. She will be enough for me to handle, by myself. Just send me over the best that you have, from soup to nuts, including wine, preferably from that other transplanted Scots vineyard in Australian that you love so much."

Angus laughed and said, "When do you want it, lad?"

"Now!" said Bob. "On real plates, real silverware, real glasses, the whole nine yards, Angus. Do not screw me up on this, or I will put roaches in your kitchen." 

Angus roared with laughter again and said, "Oh good, more for the rats to eat."

Deep cover operatives took care of one another. Angus McFarland had spent nearly 30 years roaming around Burma, Thailand, South and North Vietnam, as a reporter for communist-leaning magazines, endearing himself to tyrants and communist governments in the region with his reporting of their ideology and their good works for their people. The Russians and the Chinese even took him into their confidence on many occasions. His reports back to MI-6 and the Central Intelligence Agency were code named "Lotus Flower" which was how his restaurant got its name.

The food and wine showed up quickly and the table was set perfectly. Bob handed two one hundred dollar bills to cover the cost of the meal and their services, to the three young women, who were employed by Angus. He let the aromas waft around the rooms and permeate the air, with their rich scents. He then went to awaken his charge, bringing one of his short silk kimonos with him. He kissed Fiona on her lips and she barely moved. He slid the blanket back and sucked on her left nipple and she moaned. He went back, kissed her lips and squeezed her nipple at the same time, and Fiona's eyes opened.

She said, "I thought you said, 'Nothing and no one was going to bother me while I was here with you.' Here you are bothering me."

"That is true, girl, but I am your master for as long as I wish, and I get to change the rules as often as I want. Your forty-five minutes of peace and rest is over. I have slaved and hurried over a hot stove and cleaned up the mess, so that we can be together after dining, without delay. I do not desire that the fruits of my labor be cold because you tarry under my warm blankets. Now get up and put this on and let us eat, before I forget dinner and start with my dessert."

Fiona folded herself out of bed and raised herself up. She looked down upon her 'master' and tried to give him her most menacing look. However, being naked did not help very much.

He opened the silk kimono and she bent her knees and slid her arms into it. She tied the belt and she realized that it barely covered her private parts. She looked at Bob in dismay.

Bob smiled saying, "Being a 'short' does have its advantages." He escorted her to the table and sat her down.

Fiona looked at the assortment in front of her, and marveled at what he had prepared. She revisited what she had said herself earlier and wondered why some woman had not taken this guy off the market.

They ate in relative silence, but each knew that the other had a lot going on in his or her mind. Food was excellent, the wine was perfect and dessert was coming up. It was the dessert that both of them were thinking about. Before their earlier interlude, it had been more than three months since Fiona had sex, and it had been nearly a year for Bob.

Bob was very angry with himself. "Why does she fluster me so much? She is very pretty, but not beautiful compared to some that I have been with. She is an agent, but I have slept with agents before. She knocked me down and then pinned me, but I have been knocked down and pinned before. I have never had... Why am I... What is she doing ... I do not know what it is... I just do not know what it is, but fuck, this woman...who I know so little about... has my mind all screwed up and I cannot focus, I must focus. Do not look at her. Think, dammit. Remember. What color are her eyes, Bob? Come on Bob, she has two of them. Okay, I looked, they are green. Was that so hard? What is she doing to me? I may as well put a 'sold' sign on my head, because my brain is gone."

Fiona had her eyes on her plate throughout most of dinner also. Bob Short was a nice guy. However, he was not her type of guy. He was too old; she liked younger man. He was too short; she liked tall men. He was too thin; she liked muscular men. He was too pushy and she liked to be in charge. He was just not her type of man. He was aggressive but she liked being aggressive, also. He put her into a 'place' and she did not feel that she could be put into any 'place,' especially by a man, and particularly, by him. She was her own person. She had proven that time and time again, to people all over the world. Some tiny American ex-spy was not going to tell her what to do and when to jump. She would have sex with him because she lost a bet, but this served her purposes also. She would continue this, as long as she was employed here and she could change that, when it suited her. For now, it suited her to stay.

Finally, Bob said to her, "Are you going to finish that piece of eggplant or you going to hope that it sprouts babies?"

"What is the gestation period for an eggplant?"

"I have no idea, Fiona. However, I expect you in my bed in approximately two minutes."

"I even get to tinkle before being ravaged; how gracious of you."

"At least you used the appropriate verb, Fiona, and you have no idea how right you are."

While Fiona was using the facilities, Bob went into his armoire and gathered some supplies into a basket. He heated chocolate sauce, in the microwave and checked to make sure all of his other adult toys were properly placed. Happy with his preparations, he undressed and awaited the princess.

Fiona entered the master bedroom and stood before Bob. She was told to kneel before him. She was ready to blow him, but was surprised when all he wanted to do was kiss her. Finally, he had the height advantage. She had to crane her neck to look up at him. She had to hold him around his back to keep her balance. She found him to be an excellent kisser, with soft lips and a searching, probing tongue. It amazed that she was getting excited just kissing him.

After a few moments, Bob told her to stand. He proceeded to kiss her breasts and he lowered his hands to her waist, back, hips, ass and finally to very wet pussy. She opened her legs, willingly, allowing him entrance into her very core but his fingers slid by it, infuriating her. He played at the rim of her anus with his fingers, and along her backside and down her long legs. He kissed her stomach. He kissed her pelvic bone. He kissed both of her thighs, on the outside, going down and down, and on the inside, very slowly and very meticulously on the way up. He turned her around and kissed the cheeks of her ass, but never once did he touch an opening into the core of her body. 

Fiona stood there fuming. She thought to herself, "Wait until it is my turn, Bob. Two can play at this teasing game of yours, and my time will come. You have me until Monday and if it does not happen before, it will happen, someday. You will get your comeuppance, in due time." Fiona stood there with a new sense of resolve, but it did not change her current situation. Her body wanted its release and the bastard was doing his best to delay it.

Bob stood up and told Fiona to get into bed. He took the pillow from behind her head and put it under her bottom. He straddled her chest, placing his penis inches from her mouth. He told her to raise her hands above her head. He took them, one at a time and placed them into handcuffs and snapped them closed.

Fiona said, "Bob, you devil, you."

Bob said, "Fiona, you are so much bigger and stronger than I am. I cannot take the chance of you throwing me out of the saddle, now can I?" Bob took her legs and secured them by means of a spreader bar that left her vagina totally open and exposed. He then secured the spreader bar to the bottom of the bed. For all intents and purposes Fiona was now totally immobilized.

Fiona never realized that this supposedly mild-mannered track coach and martial arts teacher was into bondage. She watched him go along with his chores and saw him take out a black silk pouch and a large pink mouthpiece dropped out of it. Fiona said, "You prick!"

He showed it to her and said, "Does this look like a prick to you? Open wide, darling."

Fiona opened as wide as she could. It almost was not wide enough. The mouth guard was extremely wide, which made it impossible for her to try to spit out. It had a large hole in the center, through which she could breathe easily. He took the silk pouch and put it over her head, and closed it snugly around her neck, putting her into the dark. Finally, he put on a noise-canceling headset. In a few short moments, Bob had made Fiona deaf, mute and blind. He lifted a corner of the headset and said to Fiona, "If at any time this becomes too much for you, place both your thumbs in a down position and I will stop." 

Fiona nodded her head. If it were not for her training, she would've been panicking already, but for now she was just making an itemized list, of the items she would need to teach this little prick a lesson he would never forget. Any normal person's heart rate and blood pressure would be skyrocketing at this point but Fiona's had slowed and lowered as she became angrier and angrier at Bob Short. She was supposed to be having sex with him, not playing games. Today was his show, but he would have to fall asleep sometime and when he did, it would be a mistake of biblical proportions. 

Assured that his canvas was stretched to the limit, Bob started preparing his dessert. He tested the chocolate to make sure the temperature was hot but not too hot. He poured it on to Fiona's breasts. The reaction was immediate and Bob loved it. Her nipples peaked and the little buds of her areola danced and Fiona moaned. He topped both breasts with whipped cream and one nipple with a cherry and the other, with a strawberry. He kissed and licked his way, down to her navel and put whipped cream into it. He surrounded it with chocolate, and then with cherries and strawberries, like a cluster of rubies and pearls. 

Even though he knew she could not hear him, Bob said to Fiona, "Do not move, my love, because my first 'paint by numbers' project is nearly done."

Bob took both cans of whipped cream and shook them vigorously. He opened the portal to Fiona's pleasure palace, placed both tips inside her opening, applied pressure to both nozzles and fired whipped cream as far up into her vagina as was possible.

Fiona reacted to the frigid temperature by arching her body, as high as she could. One touch on her clit or a bite on one of her nipples would cause her to orgasm, but neither, was forthcoming.

For his finale, Bob took a length of clear plastic tubing and lubricated it, by sticking it to Fiona's vagina. He then introduced it to Fiona's little pink star, which immediately shrunk upon being touched. Bob lubricated his fingers, using the same method as the tube, and played around the rim of her ass. As soon as he saw the sphincter relax, he pushed the tube up as far as it would go.

Fiona had had anal sex before, but she had never had an unnatural object in her colon before. She was not sure what Bob had in store for her at this point.

Bob stopped short of completing this task because he realized he needed evidence of his work of art; otherwise no one would believe he was an accomplished artist. He got out his 35mm camera, attached a portrait lens, turned on the overhead lights and started taking pictures, of his decadent dessert. He walked quickly around, taking pictures of his dessert from every angle, high and low, always avoiding any picture whereby someone might recognize his canvas. That pleasure was for him, alone.

By the time he was finished taking pictures, the chocolate and the whipped cream on Fiona's left breasts had started to run. He started eating that one first. He left the cherry balanced on top of her nipple, until the very last moment. Finally, the cherry became unsteady and he was forced to eat it. He attacked the nipple and breast, like a baby searching for milk.

Finally, Fiona thought he was going to get down to business. The way he was going at her breast, she was sure that he had developed a hunger for her body and stopped all this foolishness about eating his dessert.

Bob attacked her right breast with the same attention as he did the left. He squeezed her tit with both hands as his mouth enveloped her entire areola, as his tongue tantalized her nipple, endlessly.

Fiona was in love with his mouth. It seemed that it could suction, lick and bite all at one time, while bringing her agreat deal of pleasure, to her most erogenous zone, her brain. Then, out of nowhere, he and the pleasure stopped. She was ready to kill him. As far as she was concerned, Bob was a dead man, if he did not get back to her pleasure.

Bob felt Fiona's body go slack. He knew she must be livid. 

Fiona realized what he had done to her. She had to keep her mind occupied on something other than sex, because she surely was not getting it from him. She decided to go back to what she did best: numbers, finance and calculations. She was going to try to figure out his caloric intake for each tryst: dinner, wine, and dessert. Then she would find the amount of energy he would have to expend: eating, licking and fucking (if he ever got that far) to maintain his current state of fitness. Just as Fiona finished counting the amount of cherries and strawberries she remembered him putting on her body, her mind short-circuited, because Bob's tongue met her clit and a circuit breaker blew.

Bob felt Fiona's body going into a relaxed state and he decided to stoke the fires, a little more quickly than he wanted. She was a work of art and he was heading towards the fountain he had created in Fiona's vagina. His tongue announced his arrival, gently, as it licked her clit and moved along her pussy's outer, then her inner lips. Finally, he bit her clit, which popped out from beneath its protective hood. He heard a quiet moan, but saw no body movement. He licked around her clit and the fountain of leaking whipped cream flowed more quickly, from her tunnel. Bob bit her clit, again, lightly, which caused Fiona to have a small orgasm and he had not yet penetrated her, with his penis.

Fiona did not know whether to be relieved that she had a little 'O' or to be madder than hell at Bob. This was not sex as it was meant to be. This was as impersonal, as it could get. There was no joy to this, it was not fun, and there was no interaction. She could have more fun with her battery-powered toys.

Bob lifted the headset off for Fiona's ear and removed the mouthpiece and asked, "Any last words?"

Fiona replied, "On a score of 1 to 10 Bob: for getting me into bed-one. For dinner, Angus McFarland and the Lotus Flower: ten. For originality after dinner, you get a three. For decisive action in battle Bob, zero.

Bob asked, "How did you know about Angus?"

Fiona said "It is etched on the glasses, Bob."

"You will change your scores shortly, my dear,"

"You are just like most men, Bob; 'All talk no action'."

Bob lowered the headset back into position and put the mouthpiece back into position. He removed the spreader bar from between Fiona's ankles wrapped her thighs with his arms and looked at the sweetest flower God has ever created. He took a can of whipped cream inserted the nozzle into the clear tube, applied pressure to the tip and watched as the cream flowed into Fiona's rectum. He could tell when it exited the end of the tube, because when it did, it took everything he had to hang on to Fiona's thighs. 

After the can was empty, he removed the tube and drove his face, tongue first, into her vagina. He started lapping out the whipped cream that had joined with Fiona's juices into an enjoyable concoction. He nibbled on the lips of her vagina with increasing intensity until he made a complete circuit and came back again to her clit. He licked it; he nibbled at it and then, left it alone. 

He could feel the surface tension of Fiona's skin go slack. He could imagine what was going through her mind at this moment. His tongue moved down the inside of her thigh as his fingers were playing with her anus. Fiona was doing her best to keep him away from it, fearing what he was trying to put up there next. He followed the fountain down the 'taint' to her sphincter and when he arrived there, Fiona closed it, like the vaults at Fort Knox. Bob licked at the very center and around the edges and the center again, and still Fiona would not relax the opening. Bob wet his index finger with a combination of the juices from Fiona's vagina and brought it to her nether opening. Bob used his tongue, again and licked her rosebud to see if she would open up willingly. Fiona would not, so Bob took his slick and finger poised it at her closed door and forced his way in.

Fiona was not happy with this intrusion. It was the first time that Bob had hurt her. It may not have been intentional, but it had hurt, so she put it in her record book for when it was her turn. But Fiona was still her stubborn self and refused to show any weakness; she would not give the little bastard the satisfaction of the safe signal. She wondered what was next in his bag of tricks for her ass. First: something cold. Second: something that hurt. 

Bob knew she was furious with him by now. All the anger and all the pent-up emotion that was stored up would equal one big bang, if he could get it out of her. By the movement of Fiona's hips when he inserted his finger into her, Bob knew she would not last another five or ten minutes, when he attacked her head on. He was not trying to break her, he was just trying to show her that he was as strong willed, as she, and a "status quo ante" would serve them both well. He had to follow the rulebook. Sun Tzu, the most studied tactician of all times said, "If you are evenly matched with your enemy, Attack!" 




Having Fun with Dycke and Payne Ch. 07



Bob and Fiona were not enemies: they were male and female, polar opposites, left brain, right brain. Each needed the other and each wanted the other, but the fight for who had primacy, had so far threatened even the possibility of an intimate relationship. 

Bob now had to show his feminine side, but he did not know if he had one. It had taken everything he had to survive while he was in Russia, between the chemical treatments, the days in cold water, the days without rest, and the weeks without food. Softness was something left for other people. That was why he could not understand what this woman was doing to his brain. This had not happened to him since he had been debriefed at 'the Farm' and mustered out of the service.

Bob stopped. He sat up and moved to the top of the bed. He removed the headset, the silk mask, and the mouthpiece. He uncuffed Fiona and said, "We have to talk."

Fiona looked at him, stunned, too surprised by his abrupt end to their games to hold onto thoughts of getting even, for the moment. She asked him "Are you all right, Bob?"

"No, and that is what I want to you talk to you about."

Fiona said, "Can we talk in the shower? I am a little messy right now."

Bob replied, "If I go with you into the shower, I may forget what I want to talk about. So you go shower and I will meet you here."

Fiona was in and out of the shower before Bob had even finished putting his toys away. She was sitting on the bed naked, waiting for him, when he returned from the kitchen.

He looked at her and said, "Did you use water?"

"Do I look like a cat to you?"

Bob looked at her and said, "You can use your tongue on me, anytime."

Fiona said, "Okay, Bob. What is the problem and how do we fix it?"

"Fiona, you messed me up. Since I was put out to pasture, I have been free as a bird. While I was a guest of the Russians, my net worth increased five hundred fold. When I was released and got back home, I had two years back salary plus interest waiting for me; plus sick leave, vacation time, personal days and all the other things that go with our type of employment. My government gave me a six figure mustering out bonus for giving the other side verifiable codes that they used to infiltrate our mainframe. Of course, they didn't know they were getting misleading information and we were piggy-backing their transmissions back to their computers and taking whatever we could from them. The government is going to be paying me for the rest of my life so I could sit on my duff and do nothing, if I so desire. I did not have a care in the world, until I met you." 

Bob took a deep breath and continued, "I have no clue why, but from the moment I met you at school, you monopolize my every waking moment and I dream about you every night. What I did to you tonight, is what I do to every girl I bring home. I make love; no, I have sex with a warm body. I relieve a physical need. I almost made it tonight with you, but I was not having a good time. With the others, I could apply much more pressure, bring much more pain to bear, use my whips, clamps, braces and benches. I could not do that with you. The very simple answer to all my internal and external fighting is, I think that I am in love with you, and for the life of me, I do not know when it happened or why. I would love for you to stay here with me and help me figure out my feelings for you, but I have a feeling you are going to get dressed now and run away from the crazy person who has lied to you about making you dinner and tied you up and took delicious photos of his artwork and then confessed that even though the loony bin says he is okay to play with other people, he only wants to play with you."

Fiona looked at Bob, dumbstruck! Just a short time ago, she had listed all the reasons she did not want to get involved with him. She decided to enumerate them. 

She said, "Bob, I am a very direct person, so here are the problems I see with my getting involved with you: 

First, you are too old. I like younger men. 

Second, you are short. I like tall men. 

Third, you are thin. I like muscular men. 

Fourth, you are aggressive. I like to be in charge.

Fifth, you keep trying to put me in my place. You do not have the right to determine what my "place" is. No tiny American ex-spy, is going to tell me when to jump and how high, no matter how rich or how right he is, especially, if it is a HE."

Bob laughed and then he asked, "So, are you leaving or not?"

Fiona laughed, "No, Bob, I am not. I have three days off, and something in my head is going on, also. I believe it has to do with a more hostile intent than love, but if you want to talk, we can talk. I also owe you some gratuitous sex, because you beat me, technically, two add of three times."

"Fiona, I release you from your obligation to have sex with me tonight and offer you the opportunity for a rematch on the third bout, at a time that is mutually agreeable."

"I accept that Bob. However, there is no sense in screwing up my entire weekend. So why don't we have sex as mutually consenting adults and just have fun?"

Bob laughed and said, "I can live with that."

Fiona said, "You may not be able to say that on Monday, Bob!"

It was very late Thursday evening when Bob hopped into bed with Fiona. When he left for school on Monday morning, he had a distinct limp to the right, a swollen jaw, three bruised ribs, numerous love bites on his neck, and a smile and that would have lit up the city of Charleston. Who says love does not hurt?

33. "In love, lust, or both."

Fiona checked in with security on her way back to the Schneider household and received the day's code words. When she opened the front door, Marti was there to greet her and said, "By the looks of you, I guess you lost?" 

Fiona said, "Good morning, Marti. Anything earth shattering, that I need to know about, immediately?"

Marti answered, "Not only that, you got laid and you are in love."

Fiona retorted, "I am not! I just met the guy and he is a great fuck. Do not go around mistaking lust for love."

Marti laughed and said, "Fiona, I knew you before Geoffrey popped your cherry. So do not tell me that I do not know the difference between you getting laid and you being in love."

"Marti, I cannot be in love, I have only met this guy twice."

"So, why did you wind up spending the weekend with him?" 

"Two out of three falls and I lost."

Marti said, "Girl, let me make some coffee and tell me all about it. Maybe my hormones will stir up, again."

"You may want to add something stronger to the coffee, Marti. I am about to tell you things about this guy, that are going to get your knickers into a bunch."

Dycke walked into the kitchen and said, "Welcome back, Fiona. Did you leave Coach Short in one piece?"

Fiona said, "How did you know about that?"

Dycke laughed and said, "I am the boss and the boss knows everything!"

Fiona said, "Oh shit!" She lowered her head into her hands, because damage control was now impossible. She felt someone hit her on the back of her head, lightly. She looked up and saw Dycke running out of the kitchen.

Dycke's stopped, turned, and said, "Young woman, you will not use that word in my presence."

Fiona and Marti laughed and waited for the coffee to brew, so that they could continue with their conversation. By the time the conversation really got going, every warm body in the Schneider household was involved. At ten o'clock, Chad called in to work and said he might not be in at all today because he was having too much fun.

Two uniformed police officers brought a handcuffed Bob Short to the Schneider residence at eleven thirty. They asked Bacillica if this was the person who had held her employee, against her will, for three days, in the nude, blindfolded and in handcuffs.

Bacillica called Fiona to the door to identify the perpetrator. When she saw Bob standing there, she started laughing. She said to him, "How does it feel, stud?"

The two police officers broke into laughter and Bob finally realized that he was the butt end of a well-played joke.

Bob said, "I will get you for this, Fiona!"

"Fiona had nothing to do this coach."

Bob asked "Who said that?"

"I did," said Dycke.

"I wonder if I call Duke and told them that I lied about your paperwork, if they would believe me?"

"Not a chance, coach. I received the acceptance paperwork Saturday."

"Will someone please get me out of these handcuffs?" 

"Come on, coach, from what I have learned this morning, you were a big time spy. You should be able to take them off, by yourself," Dycke said.

"Fiona, didn't you say that this young man needed training in self-defense? I am an expert in three forms of martial arts and I have a receipt stating I have to donate my time to train him. I can begin immediately, if you would like."

"Thank you, coach, but I think I will decline that offer and free you from your obligations. I prefer to be trained by someone who does not want to kill me." Dycke said.

Fiona said, "Bob, I think it is a wonderful idea. He knows that we are seeing each other and has been teasing me about it most of this morning. This will give us the chance to be together more often and I can protect my charge, while you beat him to within an inch of his life. Then, in lesson number two, you can really get tough on him.

Dycke said, "Oh, sugar!" He, immediately, got slapped on the back of his head, by his father, mother, Fiona and Marti.

Dycke yelled, "What did I do wrong? What did I say wrong?"

His father responded, "We all knew what you were thinking!"

Dycke said, "If I am in trouble, while thinking around you guys, I am really in trouble when I am near Payne!"

The entire group burst into laughter and adjourned to the den. They explained to Bob how much his life had changed, since this morning. His wedding was planned and his honeymoon destination picked. He was allowed twenty civilian guests and one hundred on his sealed list. If he had any friends on the other side, he would like to come over, arrangements could be made for their transportation. He and Fiona were supposed to have the requisite 2 or 3 children. However, after consulting with Fiona about his performance this past weekend, and considering his advanced age, it was decided that four children would be best, for his cardiovascular health.

Bob looked at Fiona and said, "They are not kidding, are they?"

Fiona looked at him and said, "Do you remember what you said to me Friday night; that it made no sense to you, at all? Your mind could not focus on anything but me. Asleep or awake, there I was causing confusion, destroying your normal flow of activity. Well, Bob. I have never been so angry at anyone, for so long, for no reason, at all, as I have been, at you.Every time I think of you, I get angry. Every time Dycke speaks about you, I get angry. The only time I am not angry at you, is when I am with you, and when I am with you, I am happy. Away from you, I hear your name I am angry! With you, I am happy! Someone is telling me something. And this morning, Marti, who is known me, since I was fourteen, had to remind me what I was like, when I was going through puberty. If you want me, even though I know your 'Short'comings, I know where we can get a deal on my ring.

Bob looked at her and said, "I am going to have to think about this. I am going to have to call my shrink and get his approval. I will talk to you later." He stood up, kissed her on the forehead and walked towards the front door.

Dycke got up and walked with his coach. As they got out of sight of the others, the coach said, "Fiona said she knew where I could get a deal on a ring. I suspect that had to be through you, am I correct?"

"Correct coach. How fast would you like it?"

"I wanted to ring last Thursday, Dycke, but I did not know how to ask her or to even bring up the subject."

"I can get you one for this evening, coach, but it will take some trickery. We have to find out what type of stone she likes, what type setting she likes, and what her ring size is. After that, it is easy."

"How much is this going to cost me, Dycke?"

"How badly are you going to beat me up, while you are training me, coach?"

"I am going to hurt you bad enough, that when you are attacked, you can beat the shit out of anyone."

"Coach, I am going to get you a great deal! Meet me at Napoli's restaurant in one hour. I'll have the plane ready, we are going to Atlanta."

In the next few minutes, Dycke had his computer wizard alert the flight crew for immediate departure to Atlanta, email Desiree that she had sprained her ankle and needed someone to relieve her before Steve got out of class. Dycke told Marti he wanted her to take him to Mr. Temple's office. Everything went off like clockwork, leaving Fiona with little time to mull over what had happened with Bob. As soon as Fiona was on her way to relieve Desiree, Dycke asked Marti about Fiona's tastes in rings.

Marti said, "Her ring size is seven, white gold or platinum and anything but square."

Dycke's said, "Marti get dressed. We are going to Atlanta, to buy our girl a ring." 

"He has not made up his mind yet, Dycke!"

"He wanted the ring, before everyone started pressuring her into asking him. He wants her more than air, couldn't you see that? Bob feels about Fiona the same way I feel about Payne. I feel sorry for him, Marti, I really do."

"You should count your blessings that Payne is not standing behind you right now," Marti said.

"If Payne was anywhere within fifty yards of me, I would not have said a word."

Gary got the call from Amsterdam he was waiting for, and gave Dycke the information he needed for his trip to Atlanta. Dycke and Marti were out the door moments later. They picked up Bob at the restaurant and continued on to the airport where the aircraft was ready for departure. 

They landed just north of Atlanta at a small airport with very little air traffic and a very easy drive to their destination. Once there, Marti took Bob by the arm and said, "Don't worry, big guy, I have got you covered." 

All five foot three inches of Bob Short could not help but laugh as he looked up at the six foot one inch tree that was Marti. When Marti patted him on his head, like a little child, he said to her, "If you do not stop that I am going to bite you on your kneecap." They were both laughing as Dycke led them into the bowels of the diamond store. Dycke spoke with the owner and with the gemologist and told them both what he expected and what they would get from him in exchange without going through the normal bidding process in the Netherlands. Both men seemed genuinely excited by the prospect of getting diamonds directly from the source.

The gemologist laid out three trays of diamonds before Bob. None was less than five carats, nor more than ten. Bob was looking at a little more than thirty-one million dollars in those sixty-four stones and his eyes were blinded by their brilliance. He was handed a pair of gloves, so he could pick up and look at each one, individually. His eyes move left and right over each tray. However, his eye kept coming back to one particular gem. Bob picked it up, looked at it, turned it over and over in his hands and then placed it on a piece of black felt and asked the owner how much it was. 

The owner took the stone to the electronic scale to weigh it and it came out to 6.05 carats. He then asked what type of setting Bob would like the stone placed in.

Bob looked at Marti, who simply, stood there, and then at Dycke, begging for help with his eyes. Dycke turned to the gemologist and asked for his opinion.

The gentleman took out abook that showed the type of stone that Bob had picked in many different settings; both alone and surrounded by other smaller stones. He made suggestions to Bob, and made his personal preference known, but left the final decision up to Bob.

Bob's eye was again drawn to one particular setting and pointed to it. The owner asked what size was the ring finger and Bob said, "Seven." 

The gemologist said, "I will be back in one hour," as he took all the diamonds back to the safe and one diamond and the book to the work area.

The owner said, "Would anyone like some refreshments?" No one responded.

Bob asked again, "How much was this going to cost?"

The owner reiterated that the cost was still unknown, but it would be finalized, shortly.

A little over an hour later, Bob was handed a sealed, clear acrylic box, with a black ring box inside of it. 

The owner said, "Now for the part, I love the most. Mister Short, if you would follow me, please."

For the next five minutes, Bob Short was given a lecture on diamonds. While doing so, he was signing papers without reading them, as most men do, when they are totally confused and out of their depth. He could have been signing his own death warrant, and would not have known it. At the end of it all, the owner asked, "How would you like to pay, sir, cash, check, or charge?"

Bob asked again, "How much do I owe you?"

The owner replied, "The first payment is for the GIA certification on the ring and the first year's insurance. It is a one-time charge of four thousand six hundred and seventy-five dollars. The jewels are laser engraved. If anyone tries to sell them, they can be traced directly back to you." 

Bob took out a check from his wallet and made it out for the amount, signed it and gave it to the owner.

The man said "Thank you. The second check you will pay to Mr. Schneider, directly, because it is his diamond you have purchased."

Bob whipped his head around and looked at Dycke, who, meekly, raised his hand and waved. Dycke gave Bob a handwritten bill of sale that stated, "One wedding present for two dear friends in exchange for one hundred dollars and martial arts training for a lifetime, as long as I do not get hurt badly."

Bob looked at Dycke and did not know what to say except "Thank you."

Dycke said "Now we have to figure out a romantic way for you to give the ring to Fiona."

The three rode in the car, in silence, on the way to the aircraft. As they entered it, the engines roared to life and they were in the air in moments. Dycke called his mother to see if she had any ideas for Bob to sneak up on Fiona, and give her the ring. Basilica said, "I would tell Bob not to make it easy on her. She said that he did not win that third match fairly. If she wants the ring, she has to fight that third match for it, and she has to win it. Either that or Bob has the right to return it to the store. However, this will not be a private match; everyone will be there rooting for their favorite person."

Dycke's said, "Mom, I love you, but you are evil!"

Bacillica said, "Ask Bob what he thinks?"

Bob answered, saying, "You are evil, and I like it."

Bacillica said, "Can I set it up at your gym for Friday night?"

"Ten o'clock, Friday night should be perfect for everyone involved."

"Dycke, I am going to hang up now and start making phone calls, I will see you when you get home."

Dycke said, "Okay, mom, I want to make a few phone calls, also."

The thing about having the computer surveillance specialist on the security team, Gary, in the Schneider house playing with his computers, was that he heard all, saw all, and reacted to everything before one told him to. So when Bacillica went to tell him the happenings for Friday evening, Gary had already sent out the e-mails to everyone involved, forbidding them to say anything to Fiona about the nuptial matchup. All Bacillica had to do was call the Temples.

As the aircraft rolled out on landing at Charleston, Bob started laughing hysterically. Dycke and Marti looked at him, with curiosity, but Bob could not stop laughing. Dycke, finally, asked Bob. "What was so funny?"




Having Fun with Dycke and Payne Ch. 07



Bob said, "Dycke, on our way to Atlanta, Marti told me not to worry, that she had me covered. I was sitting here thinking and I cannot remember Marti saying one word from the time we entered the jewelry store, until now. Do you?"

Dycke thought about it for a moment and said to Bob, "It would be much safer for both of us if I answered this question when we are outside of this aircraft. However, knowing that she will come after me anyhow, you are correct. Marti has not said one word to help you buy her friend the ring she will be wearing for the rest of her life."

Bob said, "I wish I had a picture of what she looked like at the store."

Marti said, "If you took pictures of me with your cell phone, delete them, or you are dead."

"Marti, I would love to say I did take pictures, but I was too interested in the gems to think about anything else."

"You are not going to make Fiona retire, are you, Bob?"

"How quickly do you want to see our marriage dissolved, Marti? Didn't she tell you the six things she hates about me the most? "

"Well, I know one of them was that you were pushy. Another one was that you were a man and I know she hates pushy men. Is that what you were talking about, Bob?"

"Yes, those will do for starters. But we are going to get along like a room filled with gasoline and a lighted match. We are going to coexist peacefully, until some idiot introduces oxygen into the equation."

"We are home guys. Coach, before you leave, make sure my mom has all your contact information. I have a feeling, there are going to be some deliveries at your training facility, soon."

Marti opened the front door to see a smiling Desiree standing there waiting for her. Desiree asked, "Did you see it? What does it look like? What shape is it? How big is it? How much did it cost? Will she like it? Will she say yes? Is his name Short because his Dick is as tall as the Eiffel Tower?"

Marti laughed and said, "Easy, child, easy, all in good time. First, has Steve done what you told him to do?"

Desiree reported that when she last spoke to Alletta, Steve was running Fiona all over his campus looking for books he had lent to other students. While doing so, he bumped into a friend of Payne's, who was involved in a very unpleasant incident earlier this year. Steve asked Fiona if he could speak to this young woman, alone, for a few minutes because he did not want to brush her off. After explaining a few of the details to Fiona, she agreed. When Steve returned five minutes later, he told Fiona that the young lady's name was Cynthia Morgan, and that he would be calling her, at home, over the weekend."

Bacillica walked by the living room and saw the two women standing there and said, "Why is my son paying you? Get to work!" 

Marti and Desiree looked at her with stunned faces. Bacillica looked straight back at them and said, "Come on, girls there is a party to plan for! You have no idea what I have in store for Fiona and Bob on Friday night! Thank goodness my son is over eighteen. Otherwise, I would have to send him home before midnight."

Desiree looked at Bacillica and said, "Why, what happens at midnight?"

Marti looked at her and said, "Little girl, if you have to ask, I would have to send you home, too!"

Desiree looked at both older women and said, "OOOOh!"

Marti said, "Close your mouth, little girl."

34. Lord of the Ring

Bob's apartment had changed from a staid bachelor pad into an engagement party venue, put together by three evil women, and two apprentice elves in a matter of a few days. As he walked around his apartment, Bob could not discern where one item of his was. Everything was covered with decorative paper and party favors the likes of which should have taken an army a week. He was sure the world would be a better, more efficient place, if women ran it.

He decided that if he was going to get any rest prior to meeting Fiona and tonight's match, he was going to have to sleep in his gym. When he arrived there, there were nearly 60 chairs lining the edges of the mats, with ribbons and bows and girly stuff all around the perimeter. The women even had the mats cleaned. He walked to the center of the room, lay down, hoping to be left alone with his thoughts. As soon as his head hit the mat, it shot back up. He ran for the service elevator and back up to his apartment. He needed to find the engagement ring. It was in the side board of the dining room and the dining room was no longer in the apartment. He was panic-stricken and he had no way to contact any of the women who had taken the apartment apart. He called Dycke on his cell and begged Dycke to have Bacillica call him.

Dycke put his mother on the phone and she asked Bob, "What is the matter?"

Bob said to Bacillica, "The ring is in the side board and the side board is not in the apartment."

Bacillica laughed and said, "Do you think we would let a little thing like that spoiled this evening's fun? The ring is the center of attention and it will have aplace of honor for this evening's festivities. Marti has the ring secured and it will be there this evening for you and Fiona to fight for."

"You scared me to death, Bacillica, when I could not find that ring. I am frightened enough of Fiona not liking it because she barely likes me."

"Bob, she loves you to death."

"That is exactly my point, Bacillica, the death part that is."

"Bob, you worry too much."

Bob knew he would never get any sleep now, so he went to get a haircut and walk around the neighborhood.

At nine o'clock, men and women in their Sunday best started arriving at the gym, where only healthy foods and drinks were served. At nine forty-five, the two combatants arrived and started greeting their guests. Angus McFarland had made several phone calls and friends of Bob's from the local area had come to support him. On the other side of the ledger, for each of Dycke's and Payne's family members that were there, and equal amount of protective service agents were there, also. It was a full and rowdy house.

Piker asked Dycke, "How did you get Steve to come? What did you do, bribe him?"

"Yes, dad, I did."

"Dycke, you cannot go around bribing everyone."

"That is what I thought dad, until Steve whined that I got a new airplane; Payne got a diamond ring; his dad got one million dollars; my dad got one million dollars; I graduated from high school early; my school is getting a brand-new track facility; and every one of our secret agents got a car of their choice. He then complained that all he got was Desiree! He said that all she has done for him so far was to cause him to lose his girlfriend. He claims that she hangs on his arm and will not let him talk to any of the girls on campus; that she acts like his warden and makes sure all he does is go to school, to the library, to track practice and then, directly, home. He thinks everyone got something nice, except him."

Dycke continued with his story, "I asked Steve what he wanted that you would let him keep, and he said that he wants a new car."

"I said okay, but did not make it easy on him, however. I told him the better his grades, the better the car. I told him so far, he was going to get a Chevy Aero."

Piker nearly bit his tongue when Dycke said that because he was chewing on a granola bar and he started laughing.

The lights of the gym we turned down at ten minutes after ten and the combatants stood on either side of Marti. She let those in attendance know the following: There are no rules. If Fiona wins, the ring is hers and if she wants she can ask Bob if he wants to marry her. If Bob wins, it is his choice: He may choose to give it to Fiona and tell her she is his whether she likes it or not and he can return the ring to the store.

Fiona stood there glowing red as the crowd roared with laughter and applause. They started chanting: The Ring. The Ring. The Ring. The Ring.

Bob looked at Marti and said, "Look what you did to me. She is madder than a bull in Pamplona."

Marti responded, "It is all in good sport, Bob. She wants that ring, even if she has to maim you to get it, if you prove that you can fairly beat her in your third matchup, it will be easier on both of you. If she wins, she will have to ask you to marry her. It is a win-win situation."

As Marti finished saying that, the box containing the engagement ring was lowered from the ceiling to a height of twelve feet, directly above the center of the room. Marti pointed out the prize to both the contestants and the audience. Then, she raised her hands and the house quieted down. She pointed to Fiona and Bob. They bowed to each other, and said, "Fight!"

Fiona went straight in for the kill, using the fury of Marti's words to propel her forward. Her blows to his arms and chest and sides were furious, but Bob saw in her attack that she was being careless, and immediately did a side-step round house jump kick, that he aimed at the back of her neck, but hit her in the center of her shoulders, throwing her across the ring.

Fiona screamed, furiously, at herself. She backed her attack down to amore methodical and dangerous level. Every twenty punches and kicks she was throwing, Bob was throwing or kicking once or twice. However, his were landing in areas that were causing her pain and both she and he knew it. 

The amateurs in the crowd would have wagered that she was ahead, if this match was scored by points. The professionals, in the crowd, knew better.

Fiona decided to back down another notch and forced Bob to take the offensive. Bob grinned at her and whispered to her as he took her into a Judo hold, "It is about time you got smart."

Fiona responded, "Don't you tell me what to do!"

"Yes wife!" As soon as, the words were out of his mouth, he rolled her over his hip and smashed her down on her back, trying for pin.

With her height and weight advantage, Fiona had no problem breaking this hold and reversing it. There was only one minor problem. During the transition, Bob's right-hand had accidentally slid inside the jacket of her gi, into her pants and his fingers were now covering her vagina. 

Under normal circumstances, an opponent would remove his or her hand, immediately. However, Bob liked the position he was in. He was under Fiona and in no peril of being pinned. Her breast was right above his mouth and his fingers were diddling her. Under the roar of the crowd, Bob said to her, "Do you give?"

"You son of a bitch, remove your hand."

Bob pressed his thumb on her clit and said, "Remember, there are no rules." And he moved his fingers into her and pressed his thumb on her clit even harder. Fiona had to fight not to be distracted by what his fingers were doing to her.

Finally, in desperation, Fiona had to let him go. The crowd was stunned at this turn of events. When Marti saw Bob licking his fingers and yelled out, "Is that health food?" 

Most of her associates figured out what had happened and a peal of laughter went through the audience. Fiona flashed bright red, again and started another assault on Bob's body. Twenty minutes had passed, with no sign that either of the two was willing to admit that they were equals, when fate took firm hold of the situation. 

Six armed hoodlums saw 50 or so well dressed men and women enter the karate studio and thought that it was the site of an easy score. They waited outside until they were sure everyone was engrossed in the action taking place on the mats. The leader opened the door, fired two shots into the ceiling and yelled that it was a stick-up, as he and his companions took up positions in the center of the room. Two of them had guns on Bob and Fiona. The other four had their guns pointed at each corner of the room. Empty your pockets and take off all your jewelry and put it in this plastic bag.

They could not understand why they were being laughed at. 

One of the guests asked her, "Bacillica was this your idea, too?"

Bacillica said, "As evil as Marti and Alletta think my mind is, not even I would have thought to put this esteemed audience into this position. So, ladies and gentlemen, you have two choices, they have guns and they have made a demand for your money and jewelry. What are your answers?"

"In an instant, the youths were looking back at twenty high-powered weapons. The two that were holding their weapons on Fiona and Bob had had their shoulders dislocated by Fiona and Bob, and were now writhing in pain. The other four just stood there stunned and decided to drop their guns to the floor and raise their hands in surrender.

When the police finished taking statements, they were asked to stay for the after-party, because it was decided that the match was a draw. The only thing to be done now was to get the ring, which was left up to Bob, and Fiona to figure out. 

They did the math and his five foot three inches and her five foot eight inches might just do it, if he stood on her shoulders. Bob would not hear of it, and the fighting and the laughter started, again.

Fiona said angrily, "I weigh more than you do. I am taller than you are, and I am younger than you are. You get up on my shoulders, or I will break your neck."

Bob replied, "You have already tried that four times and have failed miserably. I beat you, legally, two out of three and tonight was a draw. It was out of the goodness of my heart that I let Marti talk me into tonight. If you want that ring, get on my shoulders."

The guests started chanting, "Fight. Fight. Fight. Fight!"

Marti came over to the two of them and said, "It is time for your first compromise. Which one of you is going to be the bigger person? Fiona, I have known you since you were fourteen years old and you were not even dry behind the ears yet. Do not make me smack you. Bob, I read your file and I know what you went through. It is probably tough for you to even bend your knee to someone else's opinion, let alone set yours aside. You can go back and live your solitary lifestyle or you can make room for someone who will enrich it. Which mountain is going to move first?"

Bob looked at Fiona and said, "I will stand on your shoulders." 

Fiona looked at Bob and said, "No. I will stand on yours."

Marti said, "Stop. That was good. You both made nice. Now get the fucking ring!" The crowd roared again, as the couple acted like acrobats and Bob got up on Fiona's shoulders and stretched to get the ring box. It was just out of reach."

Bob yelled down to Fiona and asked her to move back a few steps.

She asked, "What are you going to do?"

Bob said, "I am going to leap from your shoulder and grabbed the box and land on the floor and do a forward roll."

Fiona asked the audience if there a Justice of the Peace here? I want to get married so I can collect his insurance money and keep his property.

Bob yelled down to Fiona, "I told you I always wanted to do the high jump, and this is as high as I have ever been."

Fiona said, "Break a leg, Bob, but if you do, I swear I will break the other one."

Fiona was tiring, even though she found Bob's weight to be easy to handle. She moved back a little more and said, "Bob, when you are ready, I will give you amoving start."

He yelled, "Go!"

Fiona took two quick steps forward and pushed Bob's feet from her shoulders. She felt his weight lift from her body. She looked up to see him flying into the air. He grabbed the box, tucked his body into a ball and he landed and rolled forward, as graceful as any eighteen-year-old gymnast she had ever seen. Bob stood up to a rousing ovation, while holding the box, high, in his hand. She ran over to him and kissed him and asked if he was alright.

He said that he was fine.

"The Ring. The Ring. The Ring."

Bob discarded the clear box and extracted the ring box, knelt down on one knee and asked Fiona as he opened the box, "Will you please marry me and make my life bearable?"

Fiona heard what Bob said, but she could not speak. Marti came over to her to try to help her answer the question but when she saw the ring, she could not speak either. Finally, it was up to Dycke to help his coach out of this situation. He went over and whispered into Fiona's ear, "Answer the question."

Fiona said dumbly, "What question? Oh! Yes. Absolutely, no problem, where, when." Bob took the ring out of the box and slipped it onto her ring finger, and kissed her and she kissed him back, devotedly. He was then, summarily, shoved out of the way by every woman in the place wanting to see, not Fiona, but the ring. The decibel level in the room was unbearable, so the men tried to escaped up to Bob's apartment, where the fun was about to begin.

Marti's drill sergeant voice rang over the crowd one more time. She announced that real food was being served and to be enjoyed in Bob's apartment on the twelfth floor and that the guests could either ride in the service elevator or in the main elevator in front. Or, for the hardy ones, it was a mere twelve floor walk-up. Entertainment and music was, also, waiting for the partiers.

Dycke told his mother that he and Steve were going back home to talk and that she and the others should have a good time, at the party. They did not want to be there and be an inhibiting factor.

Bacillica kissed her son and said, "When you are older, I will throw one of these for you."

35. The X-Rated Engagement Party

As everyone filed in to Bob's apartment, bare chested ladies and jockstrap-clothed men had drinks and hors d'oeuvres at the ready. Health food was no longer allowed. This was fun food and there was lots of it. A four piece band was playing smooth jazz melodies, and merriment was the order of the evening.

The tenants on the eleventh floor had been advised of the late-night party and if they wished they could attend and if not, they could put up with their landlord's noise for one night. Bob showered and dressed, quickly, to join his friends and waited for his bride-to-be and the ladies to join them. When they did, and the ladies saw the mode of dress of the attendants, the mood of the party escalated exponentially. 

When Fiona arrived, she said to Bob, "I need your help, immediately."

She took her carry-all and headed for the bathroom to shower and change. After she locked the door, she grabbed Bob by the head, and kissed him. She pointed to her ring and said to him that this was the most gorgeous ring she had ever seen. Bob looked at it and it did not even resemble what he had picked out in the store. The center stone was correct, but the gemologist had changed the setting and alternately put rubies and sapphires around the main stone. Bob thought each princess cut stone had to be 1/4 carat each and he realized at that moment, he did not even look at what the estimated value of the ring was.

Fiona told Bob that he did not have to spend all that money on her to prove to her that he loved her. She knew it in her heart and she loved him and would stay with him for as long as he wanted her. She would never try to tie him down or change him, unless it was for the better.

As soon as she said that last part, Bob's head popped up and looked her in the eye and saw the twinkle in it.

Fiona said, "I need to get laid, Bob, no fooling around or Zen bullshit, one, quick, good old-fashioned fuck." Then she headed for the shower, as they both stripped.

Bob turned on the shower and got in as Fiona and he put the chair behind her and she yelled "No!"

Bob looked at her, menacingly, and she sat down. He wet her hair and began to wash it and her ears, her neck, her back, all the way to the cheeks of her ass. He started on her front, at her collar bone, stopping to massage her breasts and nipples. He continued downward and played with her belly-button and  finally reached her pussy, where, for lack of a better description, she relaxed. He ordered her stand, and removed the chair from behind her. He grabbed her around her waist, forcing her hands against the front wall of the shower and moved her legs apart and back. He pushed a button and a wall of water fell on Fiona's head, rinsing her hair, face and body of all the soap that was on it. Bob hit another button and water hit Fiona in the center of her abdomen. Bob spread Fiona's legs as wide as he could and adjusted nozzle. When it was perfectly positioned, he increased the water pressure and changed it from a steady stream to a pulse. It hit Fiona directly on her clit and up into her vagina. Fiona screamed as though she had been hit by an electrical shock. Then, Bob inserted to fingers into her pussy and played with that rough patch on top lining, until Fiona had her first and then second orgasm. She begged Bob to turn the water off. He said to her, "Say please."




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Fiona said, "Fuck you."

"I am going to, but not until you say please."

"I hate bossy men and you're being bossy." As soon as she finished saying that Bob put another finger in her vagina, and pushed as hard as he could on her clit. After several long minutes of Bob's stimulation and the water continuously pulses of water hitting her clit, the third orgasm hit her like a tank. Fiona fainted and became dead weight. 

Bob turned the water off, turned her around and lowered her on to his erect dick. Then, he lowered himself to the floor of the shower. She was completely impaled on him and he was as deep as he could be inside her. When she came back to her senses, Bob was nibbling at her left breast and she said to him, "I will get you for that."

"I am sure you will, but I want you to look at your current situation. Your back is currently up against a wall. Your arms and legs have no purchase, except if you hold onto me. You are impaled upon my dick and you have fifty guests and twenty staff, who are in various states of undress waiting for the guest of honor to join them. However, she wants to get laid before joining them. What would you like to do?"

Fiona said, "Have you ever seen a 'Reverse Venus Butterfly'?"

Bob said, "No."

"Neither have I, let's fuck."

Regardless of what is said about having sex in a shower, unless partners are standing or lying down, they are not the best place to fuck. One slips, slides, laughs, has fun, has sex, but if one is looking for a straight, hard fuck: a dry floor, a table, a hayloft, a beach, or preferably, a nice comfortable bed is needed. So, even though Fiona did not get exactly what she wanted, she left the shower with a smile on her face and love bites all over her breasts and chest. 

As for Bob, he never got her to say 'Please', but he did get her to say '"Thank you.'" 

36. Fun and Games

Chad had never known that Bacillica had a mind that rivaled the Marquis de Sade. He knew there were two other women involved, but when he spoke to Alletta and Marti, they swore that most of the party plans came out of the mind of his wife. She had every adult novelty game he had ever heard about here, being demonstrated by the men from the erotic agency, "The No One Tells" and the ladies, from "The Southern Bells." Most of the staff was completely naked by 2 a.m., although they were told that it was their option whether to disrobe. 

By four o'clock in the morning, very few people were feeling pain. Those that were on duty made sure no one left the premises and they were sober as judges.

Chad and Piker knew their wives were blitzed when they were playing "Naked Twister" in their bras and panties; and each thought that he was glad his son had left earlier in the evening. They realized they were not much better, walking around in their shorts, shoes and black socks, which were being held up by suspenders. They sincerely hoped Bob did not have cameras hidden all over his apartment.

A Federal Express driver delivered a package for Bob, a little before five o'clock in the morning. The letter in it was from the Diamond Exchange. It read "Mr. Short: Enclosed is a copy of our security system scans, during the time period your party was in our secure area, as requested by Mr. Schneider. This shows that no other stone, other than the one you picked was removed from our premises, during that period. This will stand up in any court of law." It was signed by the exchange's principle owner and its security officer.

Bob smiled an evil smile. He went over to one of the pillars by the master bedroom and opened an access door. He threw a switch that lowered an eight foot by twelve foot movie screen and a rear projection camera system. He placed the letter into the recessed panel and then put the disc into the DVR. He asked for everyone's attention and told everybody to gather around the screen for the evening's finale. Fiona seated herself in the center with Marti at her right and they saved a seat, for Bob, on her left. Neither woman knew what was going on, but thought it was going to be some sort of a XXX rated film.

Bob said, "The disc you are about to see, just got here. I do not know what is on it. I can only surmise that it is the finale of what Bacillica, Alletta and Marti have put together for Fiona, today. I have no idea what could top the botched holdup attempt, but I am sure they must have come up with something."

The gathering roared in laughter and applause.

Bob continued, "As I personally put the disc into the machine, I do not believe that you will have to draw your weapons. Considering your state of dress, it might take a while for you to find them, so be at ease and enjoy the show." Bob hit the play button on the remote and moved to sit by Fiona.

The television sprang to life. There was no sound. It clearly showed the owner of the jewelry store, the gemologist, Dycke, Bob, and Marti. 

When Marti saw this she screamed, "No!" She looked for Bob and said, "I am going to kill you, you little son of a bitch."

"I did not know what was on the disc. I just got it."

Marti started climbing over Fiona towards Bob, and Bob started moving as fast as he could away from her. Fiona and those around her had to restrain Marti. Fiona wanted to know why Marti did not want them to see the rest of the disc.

Marti did not answer.

Fiona yelled, "Hold her down. Bob get back here."

Bob went back over to Fiona and said, "Yes, dear."

"What is going on?"

"Fiona. I flew with Dycke and Marti to Atlanta, today, to buy you your engagement ring. When we got off the aircraft, Marti said, '"Don't worry, big guy, I have got you covered.'" I needed her help because she knew everything about you and I knew very little. I wanted to please you more than anything in the world and to do so, I needed Marti's input. From the time she made that statement to me, until the wheels touched down in Charleston and we were back here, Marti never uttered one more word. Let the disc explain the rest."

As the disc continued, Marti wanted to cover her face in shame, but could not because her arms were being held behind her. Never in her professional life had any of her peers seen her display any form of weakness. Like Margaret Thatcher she was called, "The Iron Lady." Now, all of her associates would have something to rib her about. It would fade away with time, but her image would be tarnished and it would spread through their tight knit community like wildfire. Someone would pay for this, and it could only be one other person, if it was not Bob. She would find that out shortly. 

The disc was a compilation of the stores security cameras as they were fixed on Marti's position. When the diamond trays were positioned before Bob, Marti's face went blank. Her eyes glazed over and never returned to normal, while they were in the jewelry store. The disc ran that scene from every possible angle. The laughs in the room grew louder and louder. Marti grew shorter and shorter, as she shrank in her chair. Someone yelled out, "Holy shit! A girly-girl after all, hypnotized by diamonds. We now know how to distract Marti, it may be expensive but we can do it." 

Finally, Marti had her opening. She turned around and said to those gathered behind her, "There were thirty-one million dollars' worth of diamonds in those trays. If you want to bribe me with that much money to distract me, I will take it."

Ribbing Marti continued for a while longer until the disc ended. When the screen went dark, Marti got up and looked at Bob and said, "Did you do this?"

Bob looked at her and said, "How could I? I was here."

Marti smiled and said, "Dycke is going to be so much pain tomorrow. I am going to run him until he hits the wall."

Fiona said, "Marti, be nice."

Marti replied, "I am not even going to touch him. We are just going out for a little run."

At 5:30a.m., the engagement party officially started to wind down. Men and women started to dress after the long evening's revelry and thought they were going to be going home. They were incorrect. They were told to reassemble down in the gym for breakfast. There was an assortment of groans, grumps and gripes but everyone made their way down to the room successfully.

The room had been totally cleaned, from the evening before and the mats had been stored away against the walls. Tables and chairs were set up and along one wall was a serving station, for a morning buffet that included everything, starting with champagne, orange juice and sparkling water. Breakfast include every item you could imagine. Two chefs were there to make eggs and omelets' to order and warm up the baked ham and anything else that was available. The only items you had to make for yourselves were toast and bagels.

Breakfast performed miracles for nearly everyone, and most of the participants in the night's revelry had returned to sobriety. At eight o'clock, a fleet of limousines started lining up outside Bob's apartment building. Agents and their charges got into them and proceed separately, to their individual homes, by circuitous routes. They were very happy that it was Saturday morning, where rest and recuperation was the order of the day.

Sunday morning came, and it looked like the beginning of a wonderful South Carolina day. The Schneider household was barely awake, when there was a knock at the front door. Frankie asked for the password and received it. She opened the door and Marti marched in. She asked, "Where is that little shit? I am going to kill him today."





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37. Miles to Go before I sleep

Dycke was sitting at the kitchen table, with his mother and father, talking about the events of the preceding day, as Marti entered the room. All of them greeted her and asked her to sit down and join them.

Marti declined and said to Dycke, "I want to talk to you in private."

"Marti, by the tone of your voice, I think I would have rather have this discussion here. I think I would be safer."

"Alright Dycke, we will do it your way. Did you have that disc delivered to Bob, specifically, to have him show it at the party?"

Bacillica put her hand over her mouth and said, "We haven't even mentioned that to him, yet."

Dycke said, "What disc?"

"The disc' from the jewelry exchange that showed me looking like an idiot. My mouth was open, and I was hypnotized by the diamonds."

Dycke said, "I ordered two discs for insurance purposes, which Mr. Temple advised me to get. One was to go to Bob and Fiona for their records, and the other was to go to Mister Temple for our files. If you are implying that I put in a rush order for a disc to be delivered to my coach's apartment, for a private viewing, during the party or anything like that, 'No I did not.' Mr. Temple said for the amount of money the diamond was going to be appraised and for the area we were going to be in while coach was picking out the jewel, it was in our best interest to have copies of the security discs' in our possession."

Marti said, "The disc was delivered by a courier, at 5:30 in the morning. How could he possibly know someone was going to be awake at that hour?"

"I do not know, Marti. We should contact the courier company that delivered the disc. Then we will know who the culprit was that set you up. I know for sure, that it was not me."

"Dycke, you weave awonderful story, but you've been twitching your leg since you started telling it. You have been lying through your teeth the whole time, trying to get out of the punishment I have in store for you. Go get your running shoes on. We are going for a little run."

"How little?" he asked.

Marti smiled and said, "Just a little more than twenty-six miles."

Dycke calmly responded, "No we are not, because I am telling the truth. I did not do it and I am not running a marathon for two reasons: First. I have never run one and do not know how to pace myself. Second. I am leaving at one o'clock to go to Durham with the Temples, because tomorrow, maybe, Payne will be coming home. I will not miss that event because I am in a pine box, because she would come after me and kill me again, if I died without her permission."

Marti said, "It is now 7:45a.m. I still do not believe you, but I will split the difference with you. We will run thirteen miles today and when you get back here, later this week, we will begin to increase it to eighteen miles. We will get to the full marathon length, within the next month. I am going to call 'little Stevie,' because I told him that I would train him as hard as I am going to train you. I hope he had plenty of rest last night, because I can hear his grumbling, already."

"Marti, I was going to tell you to go to hell, until you mentioned Steve. Now, I would not miss this for the world. Would you put it on speaker-phone so we can hear what he says, please?"

Marti opened her cell phone and called the Temples' home. Alletta answered the phone, cheerfully, and when she heard Marti's voice, she asked if there was a problem.

Marti said there was no problem, but she wanted to talk to Steve.

"What did he do now?" Alletta asked.

"It is not what he did, but what he was going to be doing. I am going to keep a promise I made him and I am sure he is going to love it."

Alletta called Steve to the telephone and when he answered it and heard Marti's voice, he immediately became defensive and said, "I didn't do anything wrong!"

Marti said to him, "I know that, Steve. I'm just going to keep my promise to you."

Steve asked, "What promise?"

"I told you when I trained Dycke I would train you, also. Do you remember that Steve?"

Steve said "Yes! What are we going to be doing and how soon are you going to start?"

"We are going for a run in about thirty minutes?"

"I will be ready to go. How far are we going to run today?"

"I am going to take it easy on Dycke today, because it is a little warm outside."

Steve said, "That wimp."

"I am only going to run him for thirteen miles, today."

Steve yelled at the top of his voice, "Thirteen miles! Are you fucking crazy?"

It took everything Dycke had not to laugh aloud at that moment. 

"Gee Steve, Dycke did not have a problem with it, and you just called him a 'wimp'."

Steve hesitated for amoment and replied, "Alright, I will be there in thirty minutes."

"I had a feeling you would say that Steve," Marti said, as she hung up the phone.

Everyone laughed at Steve's response to the run, but even as Dycke headed up to his room to get changed, he was not sure he could make the thirteen mile run, because he had never tried himself at a distance close to that before. Now he had a reason to keep going: Steve was in the race.

Desiree drove Steve to the Schneider's, where Dycke, Fiona, and Marti were beginning to loosen up. They got out of the car and joined the group stretching their legs and warming their bodies.

Steve asked what type of course they would be running. Marti explained that they would be following a pace car, which she pointed out. They would, also, have two chase cars to take him and/or Dycke, or both, either home or to the hospital, when they collapsed.

Steve laughed, tersely, and said, "Can we get the show on the road, please?"

Marti explained one more thing before they started. "We will be going thirteen miles averaging six minutes per mile. We should be finished and back here in no more than one hour and twenty minutes. Any more than that and you both are wimps."

Dycke said to Marti, "I may turn out to be a wimp today, but I still have to sign your paychecks tomorrow."

Fiona said, "We have to make sure not to kill him, Marti. I'm saving up to buy a wedding dress."

"Fiona, you always wind up spoiling my fun."

Desiree yelled out, "Let's go people: thirteen, six minutes miles."

The lead car headed off, with its headlights flashing. Desiree was in the lead, with Dycke and Steve running side-by-side, in the middle, and Fiona and Marti trailing them. Through the first five miles, everything was going fine for the two young men. At mile eight, Steve was starting to labor. Dycke was tiring, but he was still running smoothly. By mile nine Steve was running on fumes. His legs felt like lead; his arms were not pumping; and his vision was getting blurry. Dycke was tiring, but still running strong. 

Fiona pulled up alongside of Steve and Dycke fall back to run with Marti. She handed Steve a bottle of water, filled with a solution of electrolytes and sugar.

At mile ten, Fiona looked back at Marti and shook her hand signaling that Steve was not going to make it for three more miles.

Dycke signaled for Fiona to drop back so that he could talk to Steve. They switched places and Dycke said to Steve, "Well, it looks like I'm going to beat you, again, Stevie. Fiona just told Marti that you are not going to make it for the next three miles, which will make me six for six, in our head-to-head match-ups. You are the 'wimp' in the family, not me. I heard you call me that, when Marti spoke to you about todays' run. You were even afraid to attempt it. Now I know why. Just get used to watching my ass every time we race, because now you realize who the real 'wimp' is." Finished with his jabs at Steve's manhood, Dycke put on a short burst of speed, just enough, to join Desiree, at the point position.

Steve saw red. His body might not have been willing but he made up his mind. He was not going to quit this race. He was going to finish it, even if he had to crawl to do it. He could not stand to look at Dycke's ass. The thought of losing to Dycke, again, in a race, drove him crazy. It drove him forward, ever forward. His legs moved. His arms moved, and he kept moving forward, ever forward. 

His chronometer now showed mile twelve; five thousand two hundred and eighty feet to go; approximately thirteen hundred and twenty steps. Each step was an agony unto itself. Each movement was in the footsteps of his nemesis, Dycke Schneider, who was ten feet in front of him and nothing he could do was going to close that gap. 

All of a sudden, Steve stumbled and lost his balance. He nearly fell on his face, but he was able to recover and continued to move forward, but almost at a walk, and definitely not a run. 

When he stumbled, Fiona and Marti yelled to Steve and rushed up towards him. Dycke heard this and turned to see Steve nearly hit the pavement. He slowed down until Steve was even with him. He asked Steve if he wanted to get into one of the cars.

Steve replied, "No, but I have nothing left to give. I do not know how I am standing much less walking."

Dycke said to him, "Come on, you pussy. A little more than one half mile to go and you're not going to walk it; you are going to run it."

Steve tried to laugh and said, "If I try to run, my legs will fall off."

Dycke laughed, "If they do, there goes your scholarship. Now, put your arm around my shoulder, pick up your feet, and let us finish this little outing. Then, we can start thinking about eighteen miles, next week."

Steve groaned but he started moving a little faster, not much faster, but it was no longer like walking fast. After a few more yards, it became a slow jog and finally settled in as a jog.

That was how they finished the thirteen miles; they were side-by-side, holding on to one another, as if both their lives depended on it. It took them one hour and twenty-nine minutes to do it. Desiree told Steve, "If you don't let go of Dycke, right now, I am going to take a picture of you, lying on the grass, holding him. Every girl in school will think you have gone over to the other side!"

Steve replied, "With you hanging around my neck, every moment, at school, it doesn't matter what the girls think. I never get to speak to them anyhow." 

Marti laughed at his retort, but she did not complain or try to rub the boy's noses in the dirt for missing her time limit. She was actually impressed that the two young men had made the entire thirteen miles. She thought that these two might have some promise, after all. She knew that only time would tell, and she did have four months to work with them before they split up. She was going to have fun pressing them as hard as she could, until then.

38. Homecoming?

The limousine stopped in front of the Temple's household and Dycke got out and went to get them. Piker and Alletta were ready to go and much to his surprise, so was Steve. Dycke looked at him and said, "Are you flying commercial?"

"Don't be funny, Dycke," Steve said.

"Your mother said that you would not fly on my airplane, even if I let you sit on the pilots lap."

"I swear my mother does not know how to keep her mouth closed about anything."

"Steve, we are eighteen. If you do not know that, by now, especially with all your worldly knowledge of women, you are in a lot of trouble. Heck, people at my school know about your sexual exploits. I cannot imagine what stories go around at your school! Boys talk to boys in private. Girls use their cell phones, to talk and text to each other. They go on their Facebook pages to let every other girl know, what they know."

Steve replied, "I know that, they are my best advertisers. Every time I make a girl 'very happy', the next day, I would have more girls talking to me and rubbing against me, like cats, than you can imagine."

"Exactly my point, Steve," Dycke said. "As soon as you left your house, or the girl's house, she was on some form of communication, extolling your virtues to anybody who would listen. Your mother, my mother, any woman; they were all young girls once. They never grew out of the phase of telling each other what was going on in their lives. They are more discreet, now, when it comes to their sexual goings-on but when it comes to something they consider funny, like you becoming a priest, they cannot keep that inside, because they fear it would kill them to do so."

"You know about that, too!"

"Do you want me to repeat the entire conversation between your mother and mine: About the matrimonial mass, me being on the menu, and so on?"

Steve said "No. I have the picture. I am going to have to wear a muzzle, when I am around my mother."

"Just remember, Steve, it is only for four more months, until you graduate. Then you are off to start the summer session at U.N.C. and live your life, in the dorms, as a bachelor freshman."

"I will be thinking of that every time Marti takes us out to train us. That will be the goal that keeps me from dying from motherly pride."

"Come on, Steve, my airplane is ready and waiting. It is time to go see your sister."

"I am not going to see her. I'm going to see her abuse you."

Dycke said, "Yes, there is that, also."

The boys got into the limousine with Piker and Alletta and they headed for the airport, with their, ever present, agents in tow."

As usual, the agents got out first, and took up their positions and then the principals got out and got into the airplane, followed by the agents. It all now felt like a well-oiled machine and only left Dycke exposed for eight seconds from the car to the interior of the aircraft. Once inside, the aircraft seemed to roll out of hangar instantly, and was in the air shortly thereafter.

For Steve, who would had only done the trip once, by car, it seemed that he had just unbuckled his seatbelt, when he was told to buckle it again, for landing. He turned to Dycke and said, "Can I have one of these?"

Dycke said, "Absolutely. All you have to be able to do is pay for the certifications, taxes, fuel, air crew, ground crew, landing fees, parking fees, insurance, and the maintenance on the aircraft, and I will buy you the aircraft."

Piker, who was sitting across from them, started laughing, after Dycke enumerated the expenses of keeping an aircraft.

Steve said, "Okay dad, you can stop it, now. " He turned to Dycke and said, "How much does it cost you to run this thing per month?"

"Me, personally? Nothing."

Steve shook his head and said, "How are you working that out?"

"Your dad and I had a meeting with a gentleman, who used to work for the IRS. He opened his own business in Miami, but now he works for us. He showed us how to use the plane as 

a write-off, by moving its ownership to one of my offshore businesses. However, it is a pain in the rear, because I have to visit the business, once a month, even during the school year."

Steve asked, "How far away is this place?"

Dycke said, "I believe it's about two thousand miles and it is really, an out-of-the-way place. My inheritance demands that once a business is purchased, it can never be sold. I do not believe in that rule, personally, and will find out if there is a way to break it. However, for now, I will have to go to Barbados, once a month."

No one on the plane knew which was louder: the screech of the wheels touching down on the runway, or the yell emitted by Dycke after Steve hit him.

Dycke laughed saying, "At least, now I know where your sister gets her mean streak from."

"You had me feeling sorry for you, for a little while, you ungrateful wimp."

"Who said I was ungrateful? It is just that, who likes to go to Barbados alone? You will not be able to go because your grades are so low. Anyone that tries to befriend me now, will only be doing that because of my money. Friends like that, I do not need, and I do not want."

Steve said, "Before you even mentioned this, I had decided to change my ways. I am going to put much more effort into my studies. I am not going to tell you the reason but it is true. It is not because I do not want a Chevy Aero, either. I found out something about myself a few weeks ago and I decided a change was in order. I may never be as smart as you or Payne; however, I have the same genes as Payne. I am going to put more effort into my studies. I believe I can bring myself up to a high B before the end of the year."

Dycke said to Steve, "Do not look now, but your parents are right behind you and they heard every word you said."

Steve said, "Do they know I was just joking, Dycke?"

"Somehow, from the looks on their faces, I do not think so."

"I am in deep shit!"

Alletta Temple said, "If you can get aHigh B you can get in an A, Steven."

"I think I'll just run away from home. Better yet, Dycke. May I come and live with you?"

"Marti lives at my house three and half days a week. Do you remember our conversation about women and how they talk to one another?"

Steve said, "I am doomed."

As the door to the aircraft opened, Steve started to the front of the aircraft and wound up on the floor, face down. Fiona asked, "Where do you think you're going?"

Steve spoke out of the side of his mouth "Outside?"

Since this is your first trip on this aircraft, I will not have to cause you any more pain, than I already have. However, from here on, you follow these rules: You do not stand until you get the all clear. You do not exit the aircraft until the limousines doors are open at the base of the aircraft and you are told to exit. If there is a problem, the pilots know what to do and they will get you out of here safely. You will follow their orders as you would follow mine. Do you understand these rules?

"Yes ma'am!"

"Good. Now return to your seat."

Steve sat down next to Dycke and asked, "Do you have to follow these rules, also?"

"Are you kidding me?" Dycke's said. "Not only do I have to follow the rules, but when they were quoted to me the first time, she was kneeling on my chest, for extra emphasis."

"I guess that was a nice touch."

"I haven't moved from my chair since."

"Why didn't you tell me about this before?"

"It is more indelibly ingrained this way, don't you think?"

"Yes, I do not think I will ever forget them."

The all clear was sounded and Steve began to stand up. Dycke stopped him. Alletta and Piker got up, moved to the front of the aircraft, and stopped. Steve saw three limousines move up in a line alongside the aircraft. His mother and father went down the stairway and got into the first limousine with their agents and the car moved off. The second limousine moved into position. Dycke motioned to Steve that it was now time for them to go. He got up and moved to the stairwell. Fiona and Desiree went down the steps first, followed by Dycke and Steve, who stepped onto the tarmac and then directly into the limousine. Fiona and Desiree entered directly behind them, and the car was moving in eleven seconds. Marti and three remaining agents climbed into the third limousine and headed off to the Duke medical center.

While in the limousine, Dycke asked Fiona if she and Bob had discussed a date for their wedding. She said they had not really talked about it because every time they got together, something came up.

Dycke, Steve, and Desiree all started to laugh hysterically.

Fiona looked at all three of them and asked, "What did I say that was so funny?"

Desiree answered, "Fee, you said every time you and Bob get together, something came up!"

Fiona thought about what she said for a second and then said, "You are all adolescents."

Desiree responded, "Adolescents maybe, but we are correct."

Dycke said, "I think we should have our moms arrange the wedding, Steve. From what I heard about the engagement party, the wedding would be a blast."

Fiona said, "You can't do that, I want my mother to do it." As soon as she said it, she clapped her hand over her mouth.




Having Fun with Dycke and Payne Ch. 08



Desiree started to say something, when Fiona glared at her.

Dycke and Steve saw the interchange and Steve said, "I think we heard something we were not supposed to hear. So you know what Dycke, we did not hear it."

"Hear what Steve?"

"I don't know. What was the question?"

Fiona looked at the two men and wondered if her secret would be safe. The subject of the wedding was reintroduced back where it started. Again, it was started by Dycke, "I think we should have our moms arrange the wedding, Steve. From what I heard about the engagement party, the wedding would be a blast. 

Fiona responded by saying, "Thank you, but no. I have someone in mind that will take care of my wedding plans."

"Okay, Fiona. However, if any help is needed, I'm sure our moms would love to stick their noses into it."

"If there is one thing I am sure of, it is that those two women would love to be up to no good, at any time."

The limousines pulled up to the front of the hospital and disgorged their passengers. Dycke said that he was going to see the hospital administrator and would meet them in Payne's room. They broke off into two groups: the Temples heading up to see Payne and Dycke heading off to the administration wing to see the administrator and the current bill. When he saw it, it was Payne-full! Dycke made a telephone call to his offices in Charleston and had the money wired to the hospital. 

After settling monetary affairs, Dycke and Fiona started up to Payne's room. Fiona said, "Thank you, Dycke, for backing off on the plans for my wedding. My mother has been looking forward to planning this day, since I was a little girl. She would be crushed if somebody else did it."

"Fiona, remember, "'...the road to hell is paved with good intentions.' My intentions were only to help you, but they were not what you needed. Whatever you need you are going to have, you know that don't you?"

"Boss, you have to start treating me like an employee not like your sister or your aunt or your mother. I am here to protect you. One day you will not need me and you will say 'Fiona, you are fired.' I will say to you, 'Thank you very much Dycke for all the time that we have been together. It is been a privilege.' Then we will part company and that will be the end."

"Fiona, I can do what I want with my money. I choose to treat you and certain other people that have responsibilities concerning my well-being as friends. I am not going to have many close friends in my life because of my money. I have come to realize that through my readings. So those that I choose, I must choose wisely. I fell in love with your brain, from the moment we started talking. Do not get me wrong, but you could have looked like a battleship and I would have still loved you, because your mind is as nimble as any I have ever encountered. If you want to put down your weapons, one day, I can put you in the office with Mr. Temple and you can become our financial analyst, and put that Master's Degree of yours to work. Better still, I will send you to Duke, while I am there, and you can get your Doctorate. We will add it in as part of your retirement package." 

"Boss, this job does not come with aretirement package."

"Yours does! Talk to your future husband and ask him if he is considering a career change. It requires travel, teaching self-defense, firearm permits, and some dangerous situations and sleeping in the same bed with you. If he is interested give him the aptitude test on sleeping with you and let me know if he passes. Then I will talk to him about a job opportunity that is about to open up."

"Boss, you are incorrigible."

Dycke walked into Payne's room and no one was there. He thought that this was a good sign and asked a passing aid, if she knew where Ms. Temple might be.

He was informed that they were all in the solarium on the twelfth floor. They turned and proceeded toward the elevators and as they passed the nurse's station, Dycke stopped to say hello to some of the nurses. During the course of conversation, he asked how Payne was doing and then said that they were on the way to the solarium on the twelfth floor to see her. 

The nurse looked at him and said, "The solarium is not on the twelfth floor, it is on the first-floor."

Dycke calmly said, "Thank you, I must've misunderstood."

Fiona calmly took his elbow and walked towards the elevator. She took out her cell phone and called Desiree's number. When Desiree answered, Fiona said simply, "Firefly!"

When the elevator door opened and people disembarked, Fiona reached in and pressed the buttons for the eleventh and twelfth floors. If kidnappers were waiting for Dycke, they would be waiting upstairs and watching the elevator.

Desiree closed cell phone and told everybody in the room that there was problem and this was not a drill. She said to Steve, "Wherever I am, you are three feet behind me. No fucking around."

Steve responded, "Yes ma'am."

Joey grabbed Alletta, who was wide-eyed, Grace had Piker, and Payne was guarded by Milton, as they left the family visiting area. They stopped at each room to see if it was occupied, either by a patient or by someone with evil intent. As they reached the fourth room, it was empty, and they all filed in. They immediately blocked the doorway and Payne, Steve, and their parents were told that if anyone tried to enter the room by force, they were to go into the bathroom and locked the door. Time was their ally; the police were on the way. 

Fiona and Dycke were playing chess, only they did not know against whom they were playing. They were easy to spot because they were by Payne's door, when they were given directions to the solarium. The spotter could easily have taken a picture of them, with a cell phone. They knew who he was, and now they would know how he was dressed. Fiona decided that it was time to put themselves into the 'greens', worn by the majority of the hospital staff.

It took her less than three minutes to get the code to a supply closet, by watching several employees access it using the numeric key code. They went in looking like visitors; they came out looking like hospital employees. They would be much harder targets to find now.

Seven minutes had elapsed and the police were surrounding the building. No one inside the facility knew what was going on. An announcement was made for everyone to remain calm. This was a "Police Department" exercise and everything that was going on in the hospital now was an attempt to find a 'hidden baby doll wrapped in a blue blanket. 

Fiona and Dycke went to the eighth floor nurse's station, used the phone to contact the police captain in charge, and gave their position. She then called Desiree and gave the code word, "Eagles nest."

Desiree responded, "Chesapeake."

Fiona asked Desiree, "Any contact at all?"

Desiree said, "Nothing, too quiet. If they were looking, I think they were checking our reaction time and see how our parcels would hold up."

"Do not give your position. I do not like it. I want to get more people in here. They could be mixed in with the police, by now. I need to talk to the captain and get eight or ten people that he knows personally and then come and get you."

Five heavily armed police officers arrived at the nurse's station and escorted Fiona and Dycke down to the command post.

Fiona greeted captain and explained what had happened and in what timeline. The captain issued orders immediately to have the twelfth floor sealed and searched for weapons and the roof checked for any signs of tampering or possible escape route planning.

Fiona requested the men from the captain that he personally could vouch for and then led them into the hospital with Dycke at her side, to retrieve the rest of their party. When they were all together, Fiona said to Dycke, "I want six more people to guard Payne while she's here in the hospital."

Dycke said, "Get them."

Dycke surveyed the room and the Temples seemed to be in a state of shock.

He said, "Come on, dad, it wasn't quite as bad as the night of the engagement party, was it?"

Piker looked at Dycke chuckled and said, "This time it seemed that only we had the guns."

Alletta smiled and then laughed softly. 

Steve joined in the laughter until it was interrupted by his sister who said, "What engagement party? Who got engaged? What happened there? Come on tell me, I cannot be left out in the cold on something this juicy."

Fiona, Desiree, Gracie, and Milton nodded their heads at Dycke for getting the family talking about a happier subject. They removed themselves from the room to more guarded positions.

Two hours passed before anyone realized that Dycke was sitting in the corner, sound asleep, having been totally excluded from the conversation. Piker Alletta and Steve were mortified that they had done this to him.

Payne said "Don't worry; I'll make it up to the 'twerp'."

The three family members quietly left the room, to get some dinner, and closed the door and informed Milt and Grace that Dycke was sleeping and Payne would probably be sleeping, shortly. 

Payne slithered out of bed and poured ice water into a cup. She slowly walked over towards Dycke and was just about to pour it over his head, when he raised his arms and yawned, knocking the cup out of her hand and onto her body. The ice-cold water rushed all over her breasts and her nipples hardened to steel like nubbins. The only thing harder than her nipples was the coldness of her stare as she looked at him.

"You son of a bitch, you were awake and you did that to me on purpose."

"Hello Payne, darling, it's good to see you. How did you get all wet?" 

"You know damn well how I got all wet, you bastard." 

"No babe, I don't. I fell asleep, while you were talking with your family. I was just waking up, I yawned, and I felt myself hit something. Then, I heard you scream. What happened?"

"No wonder you graduated, 'summa cum laude', either way I answer, I hang myself."

"I told you I'm smarter than you are!"

"I told you never to say that out loud," as she smacked him on the back of his head.

"It is so nice to have you back, healthy again. Do you think I could kiss you?"

"I would hit you again, if you did not try."

Dycke loved hospital gowns. He moved Payne from his left side, to sit on his lap and he undid two of the ties in the back of the gown. While from the front, she looked totally covered, from his vantage point, she was, totally, nude. He kissed her mouth softly, ever so softly and kissed her eyes, cheeks, and ears. His hands traveled to her breasts, belly, hips, and thighs. First on the outside of the thigh and then ever so delicately and ever so slowly up the soft and silken, inside muscles of her thighs, waiting for her to decide if she was going to open the gates of paradise, willingly, or if he was going to have to tease her or use bribery to get those ivory pillars apart.

His teeth nibbled on her neck and on her collarbone and drifting down to her breast. Payne was moaning his name as he descended and took her left breast into his mouth. He nursed on the little pink protrusion, like a newborn babe. His lips sucked on it, until it fully blossomed. 

Her hand reached out and forced Dycke's face tighter against her nipple, so he would not leave it. His hand tried to tell her to open her thighs for him, which she had not yet done. She would not let his head move away from her breast, but she could not force him to suckle, so he stopped and opened his mouth. As the cool air hit her nipple and Payne moaned in disappointment. She pushed his mouth as tightly against her breast as she could, but still he would not suck on her nipple. Dycke moved his hand between her thighs and even though she worried about someone walking in on them, she opened her gates. She was rewarded by a fiery attack on her nipple. Dycke's mouth clamped shut on her left breast and his teeth bit upon the very edge of her nipple causing her agonizing pain and exquisite pleasure, at the same instant. His right hand grabbed Payne's right breast and massaged it firmly. The fingers of his left hand were left to lead her body out of the doldrums of normalcy to the pinnacle of ecstasy, before anyone interrupted them. Dycke's hand played with Payne's pussy, as 'Jascha Heifetz' played with his 'Stradivarius':            "Incomparably!"

His thumbnail was pressed against her clitoris, and it tortured the love button, non-stop. His index and forefingers were inserted deeply into pussy, alternately stirring the honey-like liquid, that was flowing, by the pint, out of her cunt and onto her thighs, and playing with her "G" spot on the roof of her tunnel.

Dycke sensed that Payne was ready to blow by the way her body was moving and the incomprehensible words that were coming out of her mouth. He wet his ring finger with her essence and started moistening her anus. At his first touch, she moved up and away from his finger. Dycke applied more pressure everywhere at once, and Payne reacted feverishly. Dycke applied more moisture to her anus and Payne moved away, again. Dycke moistened his finger, again, and reapplied stimulation all over Payne's body. As soon as he slowed down, and she started to relax, instead of moistening her sphincter, again, he plunged his finger all the way up into her ass without any problem at all and Payne screamed and had an orgasm at the same time. 

Before she could totally recover her senses, Dycke moved his arms into position to picked Payne up and carried her to her bed. Once there, his mouth descended on her pussy and Payne gasped as his tongue entered her furnace. His tongue played with the edges of the pussy and the hills and the valleys' around its lips. He kept his tongue and fingers as deep as he could, for as long as he could, until his jaw began to hurt. His thumb played with the little generator button, at the top of her vagina and it sent signals to the furnace to get it glowing hotter and hotter until it was finally, "hot as Hell!" Only God could contain such a fire and Dycke was not God. Payne's orgasm hit, and the pillow she had stuffed over her face, may as well have been a tissue. Her vocalizations echoed throughout the corridor of this floor and probably several floors above and below.

Milt and Grace who were standing guard outside the door could not help laugh. Grace said, "I could use some sleep like that!"

Milt said, "I can offer you some assistance in that department, if you would like?"

Grace said, "I am having a dry spell right now. I may just take you up on that offer."

Nurses looked down the hall to see if everything was all right. They were given a sign that everything was fine.

A short time later, an aide brought a new gown and some linens and towels for Payne. Grace knocked on the door. Dycke opened it, taking possession of the items, said thank you and then, closed the door. 

Payne, with Dycke's help, showered and was comfortably back in bed when she asked him, "Have you been practicing, while I was asleep?"

"Payne, darling, the only party that was satisfied this afternoon was you. The other party is still swollen and trying to calm down. It seems I am the giver of delight and the receiver of none."

"I am still going to check for telltale marks of usage on that sword of yours, because from my limited knowledge of the art and science of sex, you are far too good for a beginner."

"Have you been comparing notes with your brother?"

"As far as Steve knows, you have only touched me once."

"You are a dreamer, my dear. Steve is a 'Doctor of the Art and Science of Sex' compared to me. Between the stories I have heard and the things he has told me, we would need two lifetimes just to catch up to where he is at 18 years old. I believe he has already used the one hundred condoms we gave him and that is with Desiree hanging all over him, impeding his progress."

39. Musical Chairs

There was a knock at the door and the Temples walked in with Payne's clothing and overnight bag. Her mother said, "They are moving you to a safer place, Payne. They have not even told me where it is yet. We have to get you dressed and get you out of here before anyone else knows it."

Dycke got up, kissed Payne, and closed the door, as he left the room. Moments later, a wheelchair showed up and the attendant was dismissed. Another wheelchair showed up moments later. Several nurses and guards walked into Payne's room to make sure everything was going smoothly. The wheelchairs were brought in and shortly thereafter, two identically dressed women, with their faces wrapped in bandages were wheeled out of Payne room and wheeled to the elevators. One elevator was destined for the roof and the other was destined to the main floor. 

When the first elevator came, it was held until the second one arrived. Guards and a nurse accompanied each wheelchair into them. On the roof of the hospital, the blades of a helicopter were already turning. The helicopter, with a range of three hundred miles, would take one group to a safe house.

When the second elevator reached the main floor, the occupants exited through a side door. Nine black Hummers were ready to take this group to a safe house.

Dycke, much to his consternation, was told he was being sent back to Charleston. He told Fiona, "I want to be with Payne regardless of the danger involved."

Fiona said to him, "Boss, we can do this the easy way or we can do this the really easy way!"

Dycke looked at her and said, "What is the really easy way?"

Fiona reached into her bag and showed Dycke a hypodermic needle, with a red band around it.

Dycke immediately said, "I'll go quietly, but who is going to be in charge with the real 'Payne'?"

"Marti will be staying with Payne to lead her security team. I will not tell you where she is, just know that she is in safe hands and no one will be able to get within five hundred yards of her. Okay?"

"Thank you, Fiona. If anything happens to her, please shoot me."

"Boss, you're being too melodramatic. Life goes on even after a death that is very close to you. It happens to those who go into combat, nearly every day. The survivors have what is called, "survivor's guilt." They say, "It should have been me, instead of my best friend. There is no answer for that but you must survive and go on and live the best life that you can. Now stop thinking bad thoughts and let's get this show on the road."

"Fiona, I told you I was in love with your brain. You have proved me right again."

"Flattery will get you nowhere boss. You get your ass moving, now."

It was nearly an hour after the helicopter and the Hummers departed that Dycke and Fiona left for the airport in a private car, driven by one of the hospitals security guards. 

The flight crew had been on standby for nearly three hours and had been resting inside the hangar. The hangar doors were locked from the inside and guards were stationed at every entrance and at the perimeter fence around it. As soon as the flight crew received the text message, they did the aircrafts pre-flight check and sat in the flight deck ready to go. They received the second text message indicating that Dycke was at the security gate and the front door of the hangar began to open. The number two engine was started and was at one-quarter power by the time the car drove into the hangar. As soon as they saw Fiona exit the car, they started engine number one and before the door to the aircraft was completely closed, the aircraft was already rolling out of the hangar.

The pilot was given clearance to take off before he reached the end of the taxiway, so he just made the turn onto the active runway and was into the sky before they reached the three thousand foot marker. 

Dycke knew how long it took to get from Durham to Charleston and when he looked at his watch and they were than fifteen minutes late he looked at Fiona and said, "Okay, Fiona, where are we going? The Atlantic Ocean is not out my window, where it is supposed to be. I do not have any visual cues that tell me we are any place close to Charleston. If I am being kidnapped, I would like to know where I am going."




Having Fun with Dycke and Payne Ch. 08



"Okay Dycke! We are going to land in Mayberry, in 75 minutes. '"Opie, Barney Fife, and Andy Griffiths"' will be signing autographs, when the engines stop." 

After flying a very evasive route, the aircraft landed without incident, at a dinky little airport, that could just barely support it. Then, it was taken to the hangar that it had to be wheeled into, backwards, because there were only inches to spare on either side of the wings. Fiona told the pilots to have it fueled and ready to fly at a moment's notice. Then she told the crew: Wear civilian clothes, and stay in a middle of the road hotel. Have a nice time, mingle with the locals, do whatever you have to do not stand out. Keep a lookout for anyone that may look out of place and is asking too many questions. Use your normal cover story. Do not carry your pilot licenses or anything else that would indicate that you fly. If you get in trouble, use the coded text. You got it.

The two pilots and asked Fiona, "Should we carry our guns or not?"

"As long as you have your federal firearms permit with you, you can carry. Stop in at the local police station and introduce yourselves and let them know that you are carrying and make sure there is no problem."

"Okay Fi. We will follow your orders to a 'T', as always."

Nearly as soon as the door to the aircraft opened, nine black Hummers drove in front of the hangar. A helicopter touched down moments later.

Dycke looked at Fiona and asked, "What the fuck is going on?"

"Marti and I agreed that this time, it might be better to keep all our eggs in one basket. We wanted to see if we could draw the 'perps' out into the open by spreading them out either visually or electronically as they tried to follow us. Gary was able to pick up their signals using his computers. The FBI is checking the Air Traffic Control Tapes and computer logs and to see if anybody was checking up on our flight. If they were, it is a federal crime and they will become involved. We are wasting too much time here. Let's get in the cars and get on the move."

All the agents shifted positions and the agent that had been bandaged and dressed like Payne had been unwrapped and was now in civilian clothes. It was night, it was dark, and the route was direct. Upon his arriving at the main gate, of the estate, that was their destination, the lead car agent moved his car to the side and all the agents of the first two vehicles got out and went to patrol the exterior perimeter of the fence. He entered the security code and the eight-foot high steel gates opened. As soon as they were fully open, the driveway lights went on, and the exterior of the house was illuminated by floodlights. Only two cars parked in front to show that the house was occupied. The remainder of the cars went to the side and parked in the separate garage area. As the last two cars parked, their agents fanned out to check the interior of the property.

The garage was connected to the main house by an underground walkway, which was an excellent way to stay dry, if it was raining and an excellent escape route if one was under attack. To enter it, you had to enter another security code. If you entered the wrong security code, the house was locked down for three minutes. If you did not wait the three minutes to try again, the police would get a silent alarm and head out to the property. If you entered the appropriate security code, before the three minutes were up, you would be let into the house, but you would have no way out. The system was extremely expensive and was as close to foolproof and theft proof, as was possible.

The draperies in the front of the house were drawn shut, keeping the prying eyes of anyone driving by, from knowing what was going on in the house. It also kept the exact number of occupants a mystery. Payne was helped down the stairway by the nurses and then was seated in her wheelchair and taken to the main house. She vehemently said, "I can walk by myself. Leave me alone, I do not want to sit in that fucking chair anymore!"

Dycke stopped and looked at her and then turned to Fiona. He said, "Fiona, I believe 'the really easy way' will be the best way for Payne to travel to the house from here. Do you agree?"

Fiona looked at Dycke, and said, "Boss, we can just gag her, instead?"

"No I do not think it will work that way, Fiona. When we get into the house, we would have to take the gag out of her mouth and then we would have to listen to her all over again. By doing it the 'really easy way' we will not have to listen to her for hours, maybe a day or possibly, even more."

Fiona reached into her bag and pulled out the hypodermic needle with the red label. She made a big show of getting everything ready to use it on Payne.

Payne did not care that it was a hypodermic needle. She cared about the conversation that went on between Fiona and Dycke. She did not care if she was put to sleep for a few hours. However, for a day, or more, she wanted no part of that. All he wanted her to do right now, was to cooperate and keep quiet. She liked that he was taking control of the situation. She did not like that, he was taking control of her; or did she? She would have time to think about that later. However, Fiona was approaching her right now, with that needle. She moved back and said, "I'll be good. I will sit down and not say another word. I promise. Girl Scouts honor."

Fiona looked at Dycke and waited for him to make adecision.

Dycke looked at Fiona and then at Payne and said, "Fiona, keep that needle out and stay right beside her. One peep out of her and she goes to sleep."

Payne had a great many things she wanted to say to Dycke, but she held her tongue until a later moment, when she could kill him, slowly. She sat down in the wheelchair and watched as Dycke walked behind a wall of security agents to the main house. He waited until the all clear was given, and then took the elevator to the first floor where he got off. He turned and said to Payne, "Now that was not so hard, was it?"

Before she could answer him, he had turned around and started to walk away and the elevator doors started to close. Payne was furious with him and she would tell him so, later. 

The elevator took her, the nurses, and her parents to the third floor of the mansion. They were going to be taken to their separate rooms for the duration of their stay. Her parents were, standing behind her, laughing softly. She turned to look at them and said, "You are on his side, too?"

"Dear, I don't know all the particulars of how much money Dycke got in advance for his inheritance. I do know that he is supposed to get approximately Fifty-four million dollars a year in income from his various businesses. I do not know if that is a pre-tax or post-tax number. All I know, right now, is that, on protection alone, for you at the hospital, for Steve, your mother and I, he is spending over one hundred thousand dollars a month. It does not include the one million dollar advance he gave me to become his lawyer or your diamond ring. Today, he paid nearly half a million dollars to cover what my insurance did not cover for your healthcare at Duke. If it was up to me, and Dycke asked me to do something for him and it was within my power to do it and not hurt anyone, or send someone I love to jail, I would do it in a heartbeat."

Payne said, "Dad, you're just trying to take all the fun out of my beating the crap out of him."

Steve laughed and said, "That's the girl we all know and love."

Downstairs, Dycke asked who had found this place so quickly and how had they figured out how to play this game of musical chairs with such precision, Marti looked at him and said, "Do you think this is the first time that we have had to move a client that was in danger?"

"I am sorry," Dycke said. "I opened my mouth before I put my brain in gear. I appreciate everything that you did today and every day for me, Payne, and all the other people you are protecting on my behalf."

Marti replied, "That's what you pay us for Dycke. It is not only for us to carry guns but also for us to use our heads, quickly and decisively. When the bad people are trying their best to get to their target, we have an 'action plan' ready to go. We have a backup to that plan and we have a backup for the back-up plan. If none of those works, we improvise. Today, the plan worked like a charm. The 'perps' did not plan on the police being so thorough and staying at the hospital for so long. It gave us a lot of time to put all our pieces in place. The helicopter takes a long time to get into position. The exact cars are not normally a problem, but the type is. Owning your own aircraft was a plus in this situation because we had five of you to move in a hurry."

Dycke said, "I know that we are in North Carolina because I saw that on the road signs. I also know that we were in the city of Burlington, but we left there and traveled east, some twenty miles. We then turned north into this dark community and eventually, into this lovely home. I truly would like to know where we are. I traveled nearly four hours by plane and wound up in an area that has mountains near-by, a golf course that does not have Payne's house by it and I want to know how we are going to get Payne to her doctor so that he can take the bandages off and we can take her home."

Marti and Fiona looked at Dycke as if he was from Mars. Fiona said to him, "Dycke you are not going home until we clear up what is going on. Don't you understand that?"

He replied saying "Maybe I misstated what I meant. I want to know when we can see Dr. Wolf, so he can take Payne's bandages off."

"Well, Dr. Wolf has a tennis game tomorrow with Dr. Summitt. Dr. Summitt just happens to live three houses down from where we are. Both of them will be stopping by around eleven o'clock in the morning to check on their patient. Does that answer your question?"

"Yes, that will do just fine. Thank you very much. I think I will go tell Payne and then I will go to sleep. Good night to you all."

"By the way, where are my parents?"

"They are not at home and they are having a wonderful time."

"Thank you."

"Good night Dycke."

As Dycke reached the second floor, he realized he did not know what room Marti had assigned him, nor did he know where Payne was. He asked an agent, who was patrolling the second floor if he could check on that for him. He was told that he had the room just to the right of Payne's on the third floor. There would be an agent to show him where it was.

When he reached the third floor, an agent was at the far end of the hallway waving at him. When he reached his room, Dycke said to her, "You need a skateboard to get around this house."

The agent laughed, agreed, and went on her way.

Dycke went into his room and was very pleased to see that there was a connecting door from his room, which was the master suite, to Payne's room. He opened the door slowly and it did not make a sound. Stealthily, he moved into Payne's room and hid in the shadows until he was sure she was alone. He walked back into his room and undressed completely. Naked, he walked back into Payne's room, and slid under the covers with her. He slid her nightgown above her thighs and moved his hands between them. Gently, he opened them without Payne even realizing what he was doing. He slipped his thumb between her pussy's lips and worried her clit. Payne moaned and raised her hips, trying to make Dycke apply more pressure without even realizing what he was doing to her. He inserted a finger into her weeping hole, while still playing with her clit. Payne's hips were still moving and demanding more. 

Very soon, Dycke had enough of this playing. His prick was rigid and his mind now turned to his own pleasure, more than Payne's. He moved between her legs and grabbed one thigh in each arm, as he bent forward. In one slow, fluid motion, he folded Payne in half and drove his dick into her.

Payne's eyes shot open, as she realized that this was not a dream. She looked up into Dycke's eyes and smiled at him as he kissed her lightly on her lips. She raised her hips and allowed him into her more deeply. She whispered into his ear, "Love me, Dycke. Make love with me. I love you so much." She wriggled the top of her body and removed her nightgown. She was now naked beneath him, and both were lusting and thrusting themselves at each other.

Her words drove Dycke forward. His heart soared to new heights and his body became an engine. He pounded his steel- hard dick into her body repeatedly and Payne was having one orgasm after another, without having time to breathe in-between. After a long hard fuck, Dycke was fast approaching his ending and he told Payne that he was coming. 

All of the sudden, Payne yelled, "Pull it out! Pull it out! I am not on the pill!"

Dycke pulled out just in time. Payne grabbed his dick and pumped it up and down to help him ejaculate and she was looking directly at the head of the beast, when it spit out its' first volley. It hit her directly on her bandaged nose, and spread over her eyes, ears, and hair. Payne was on automatic pilot, with her hands, but her brain went blank as the second shot hit her, in her very shocked, open mouth. She sputtered and spit but her hands kept on pumping and she did not think to turn her face away from Dycke's dick, which was still firing volumes of his essence, directly where her hands were pointing it. She kept pumping and managed to cover herself, from her forehead to her pubic hair. However, it was her breasts, that shone the brightest, with his pearly white cum. Coat after coat, of Dycke's little swimmers, were trying in vain to impregnate a young female. However, they found themselves in the wrong place, at the right time of the month. When his dick finally stopped blasting semen at her, Dycke caught his breath and surveyed Payne's body. All the way, from her belly, to her head, Payne was covered in his semen. He knew that, for the first time in his life, he had probably shot ten to twelve, heavy, long ropes of semen and he was quite impressed with himself. As his mind cleared and he looked down at Payne and started laughing.

She looked at him and said, "What is so damned funny?"

"You were the one who told me to pull out, and you were the one that was holding my dick."

"My hands were paralyzed with fear and who the hell knew that you were going to be a fire hose?"

Dycke said, "Stay just like that, I want to go into my room and get my cell phone, so I can take some pictures of you just the way you are."

Payne said, "If you come back in here with anything except wet washcloths and towels that will be the last time you will ever use your dick, Dycke. I will have it bronzed and placed on my mantle as a souvenir. Do you understand me?"

"Let me get dressed and go talk to your father about this first, and see what arrangements I can make. Then I will come back and talk to you."

"You wouldn't dare."

"Has your father ever done anything you asked, without question, Payne?"

"No."

"He has for me and it wasn't because of the million dollars I gave him, because he could have lost his license to practice law. He did it because he likes me. So do not tell me what I will and will not ask your father."

"When did you two get so friendly?"

"It could have started at my birthday party, when I treated his daughter like fine china rather than a ragdoll. Then we told him we wanted to live together off campus while you went to Duke and I went to UNC, the next day. Then, when I inherited the money, I gave you a little engagement ring that everyone seems to love. I paid four hundred and seventy-four thousand dollars to cover what his health insurance did not cover for your stay at Duke Medical Center. However, most of all, I think he likes me because he knows how much I love you and would do anything at all for you."

"How could you talk to my father, so openly, about us having sex?"

"Babe, I know things about your parents' sexual appetites that would curl your hair. The yells, moans, and the demands of your mother as she and your father spend hours, at any time of day or night, enjoying each other's bodies."

"You are lying" Payne said. "I have heard my parents having sex many times and they are very quiet and very proper."

Dycke laughed at her and said, "You are really naïve Payne. If you really think I am lying, I think we should 'Up' our wager. If you win, I lose the opportunity to 'paddle you and take pictures!' If I win, you have to spend an entire day with me, as my 'Naked Sex Slave'."

"You sound awful sure of yourself."

"So do you, Payne, and you have heard them have sex 'many times'."

"Dycke, have you ever slept at my house?"

"No, I have not slept at your house, yet."

"Then, I accept your bet."

"Payne, one day you're going to realize that I am smarter than you and that I do not take chances, unless I have calculated all the risks involved. You never asked me one vital question and that question will come back to haunt you as you play, naked, all day with me, whenever I choose."

Payne thought for a moment and said, "Oh shit! Steve."

"Yes, my dear. Steve. If there is information to be had, he is the one who will give it to you. Now, you will be nice or I will get the paddles right now. Do you understand me, Payne?"

"Yes, Dycke, I understand. I will be nice."

"This new behavior is not just for now. It is for forever. I expect you to behave like a grown woman. As of tomorrow, you are going to be gorgeous. You are not going to be the ugly duckling any longer. People are going to gravitate to you like planets to a sun. Treat them nice and they will treat you nice. Be a bitch and the only friend you will ever have, will be looking back at you in the mirror every morning. I have loved you since the moment I saw you and nothing will ever change that. I want you to have a circle of friends that you enjoy being with. I may have to travel a lot and at times, you may not wish to go. I do not want you to be lonely. Be friendly and make friends."

"I love the way you always think about me first, Dycke."

"Yes, Payne, I am wonderful. You may pat me on my back whenever you want. Now, come into my room and get in the shower. I do not think that Doctors Wolf and Summitt will miss the obvious signs of semen in your hair."

Payne said, "Yes, my love."

Dycke said, "That is much better Payne. Now, bend over, I'm going to fuck you up the ass."

Payne turned around and said, "You would not dare."

"Yes, I would, and yes, I will, but not just yet. Steve has been telling me just how wonderful it is, and how satisfying it is for both parties. So when you get home you can thank him for planting that idea in my head."

"You can bet I'm going to thank Steve for planting that idea into your head. I'm going to take an axe to his head and find out where that thought is and remove it permanently, along with his entire sex drive."

"Now I thought I told you to be nice? Remember, I cannot get you pregnant having sex that way."

Payne replied, "I'll be back on the pill tomorrow. In a few weeks, everything will be back to normal."

"That means I would have to wait three weeks for the pill to get into your system completely. I have already had to abstain for six weeks, while all you did was sleep. I think Steve's idea has quite a bit of merit to it."

"Very soon, I am going to be an only child!"

Dycke laughed at the face Payne made when she made that statement. In addition, he said to her, "After we finish showering, you are sleeping with me for the rest of the night."

"What happens if someone comes looking for me?"

"They will look through the open door in your room and find you in my bed."

"If I get in trouble, it is your fault."

"I can live with that," Dycke said.




Having Fun with Dycke and Payne Ch. 08



The following morning, Piker and Alletta went into their daughter's room to see how she was doing. They were not worried when Payne was not in her bed and they asked the agent, outside her door, if she had gone downstairs. The agent said that no one had left the room this morning. They walked back into the room, wondering where she could be. They looked on her bed and found her nightgown. Then, they saw the partially open connecting doorway. They opened it and walked into the room next door. There on the bed, snuggled together, under the blankets, was Payne and Dycke fast asleep. Piker decided to get them up in a fatherly way. Loudly, he yelled, "Have you defiled my daughter?" 

Payne screamed and covered her head, as she woke up to the sound of her father's voice.

Dycke, although startled said, "Payne, what you doing in my bed? Why are you not in your own bed where you belong? Are you out of your mind woman, we are not married yet." He lifted the cover off her, pulled it down, and said, "My God, Payne, you are naked. You came into my bed with evil intent. I cannot possibly marry you now."

Alletta and Piker started laughing at Dycke's expertise at getting out of trouble. Payne, hearing the laughter, said to Dycke, "You know when my parents leave, that you are going to die, don't you."

Dycke said, "In that case, I think I will leave with your parents." As he attempted to move his legs towards the edge of the bed, Payne grabbed him by the balls and squeezed.

Dycke screamed as his body folded in half.

Alletta turned to Piker and said, "I believe that Payne now has the situation firmly in hand, Pike. Dycke may soon come around to her point of view. Why don't we go to breakfast so they can settle this dispute, using digital manipulation?"

Piker said calmly, "I do believe that if too much pressure is applied in certain portions of this discussion, the possibility of us having grandchildren will be greatly reduced. I would hate for that to happen."

As soon as her parents closed the door, Payne popped out from under the covers and looked Dycke straight in the eyes. She said, "One day you're jokes are going to be the death of you."

"How about your father, I thought he was funny as hell?"

Payne said, "Yes, my father does have a wicked sense of humor."

"Well, they know we are sleeping together. That is a good thing and they know that you were naked under the blanket, which is another good thing. They already knew that we were having sex, so everything is out in the open now. From now on, darling, you are sleeping with me. No more separate rooms or beds. If you fart, I'll be the second one to know it."

Payne said, "Dycke you are so gross!"

Dycke dove under the covers, his mouth latched on to Payne's right breast, and his left hand went straight for her vagina. She screamed at the sudden onslaught and tried to protect herself, but she was too late. His teeth were grinding on her nipple and breast and his finger were inside her moist pussy, while his thumb was rubbing her clit, until, finally, it came out from underneath its protective hood. Dycke's fingers grabbed hold of it and squeezed it mercilessly.

Payne screamed in agony and ecstasy. Between the pains she felt as Dycke's fingers closed down, like a clamp, on her tender clit and the ecstasy of the explosion that was set off when her orgasm hit, a circuit blew, and, thankfully, darkness fell upon her.

Again, Dycke refused to let her rest. He left her breast and moved down to her cunt to attack her clit, with his mouth. He repeatedly attacked it, with his tongue, teeth, and even his day-old growth of beard, to antagonize it. Payne kept moaning, groaning, and trying to push him away. Honey was flowing out of her pussy and the area underneath her was wet to the point that it was saturated. Payne's hips proved that she was in the home stretch for another orgasm. Her heels were dug into the mattress. She held her hips above the bed and they were gyrating, madly. Dycke's head was held captive to her movements. 

Dycke forced himself forward and took Payne's hips higher with him. He took his right thumb, put it into her vagina, and pumped it into her, furiously. Payne changed the direction of her hip movements, to join with the movements of the thumb. Dycke waited for the correct movement of her ass and when it was in the right position, Payne received two shocks: The first was a tight squeeze on the tip of her left nipple. The second was when his thumb 'accidentally missed' her pussy and he rammed it, as far as he could, up into her ass. She was going to scream but it caught in her throat as she came and came, again. Her lights did not go out this time, but they dimmed considerably and she lay on the bed, inert.

Dycke walked into the bathroom and came back with washcloth, a towel, and a glass of water. He took the washcloth and wet down Payne's neck as best he could. He sat her up and asked her to drink a little bit of the water.

Payne said, "Why? Do you want to start again?"

He looked at her and said, "As usual, my dear, only one of us got satisfied and the other is left swollen and trying to calm down."

Payne said, "It is your own fault. You started this. Again, I was an innocent victim of circumstance. I just happened to be the naked girl in your bed. I'm sure if it was any other girl, the same thing would've happened to her."

Dycke's said, "The next time I go on a trip, I will test that hypothesis and I will let you know how it turns out."

"If you do, I will cut it off."

"You have inspected the merchandise during the past several hours and you could not tell if it had been used, or not. I guess I can continue doing or not doing what I was doing before you threatened me, right?"

"Dycke, I love you but I may have to kill you, just to make sure you that you stay faithful to me."

Dycke laughed and said, "You do not have to worry about me being faithful to you! In about an hour and a half, two doctors are going to walk into this house and unwrap, what is going to be, the most beautiful face in the world. From that point on, it is I, who will have to worry about you being faithful to me."

Payne said, "Don't be foolish Dycke. I will always be here for you."

Dycke said, "You'd better go shower and get ready for the nurses and the doctors."

Payne asked, "Aren't you coming?"

"No, I have to make a phone call to verify all the security arrangements have been made for the doctors after they leave here. After that I'll be in."

After Payne walked into the bathroom, Dycke dropped his head and looked into his hands. As his own words about her potential beauty sank in, he had a feeling of foreboding come over him, an epiphany of insecurity. It was as if, at that second, he had lost Payne, forever. He knew it was foolish but he could not shake that feeling. They had never been closer. She told him last night, how deeply she loved him and wanted him. Yet, as he sat here on the edge of this bed, he felt in his heart that his world was falling apart. He did not know what to do or how to handle it. He needed to talk to Marti as soon as possible. She had raised Fiona and maybe, just maybe she would be able to help him work his way through these feelings.

40. The Unveiling.

It was just before eleven o'clock, when three cars drove up and parked on the side of the building. Both Dycke and Payne believed it was the doctors and their escorts. Moments later, they knew that assumption was wrong. Steve came stumbling into the room followed by Desiree, Gracie, and Joey. Everyone could tell by the look on the women's faces that Steve was in the shit house, again.

Everyone at the breakfast table just looked at Steve and laughed. His mother said, "Alright Steve, what did you do now?"

"Honest mom, I don't know. I got out of the car and went to open the door for Gracie and I was thrown on the ground and roughed up. They threw me down this hole in the ground and dragged me into the house and here I am. I have no clue what I did wrong?"

Marti walked into the room and asked, "Who wants to tell little Stevie, what he did wrong?"

"Dycke, Piker, Alletta, and Payne, all raised their hands."

Steve looked at Payne and said, "How would you know? You have been in the hospital and have been sleeping most of the time."

"Darling brother, besides the fact that you are a dead man, because I lost a bet to Dycke, because of you, I know the rules, because my protectors drilled them into me, every moment I was awake. I know what to do when I am alone, when we are in the air, when we are in the car, and when we are on a ship. What you did wrong was, 'You got out of the car'."

Steve said, "What am I supposed to do, sit there?"

Marti said, "Exactly! Just like on the aircraft. You do not move. You stay seated until you are told to move. Let the professionals do what they are paid for. They will tell you when to get out of the car, which way to go and how fast to move. They are your shield. You are not their shield. It is nice that you want to be a gentleman and open the door for a woman. She would prefer that you stay alive and let her open her own door, so she does not have to think, for the rest of her professional career, of the mistake she made by letting one of her principals get killed. Do you understand now, Steve?"

"Yes, I understand. I am sorry about that folks. I just thought I was being nice. I am just not used to this being so real. I hope it sinks in before I allow someone to hurt anyone of us, especially me! "

Marti's phone rang and after a short conversation, she told the assembled group that the doctors were coming up the driveway. The nurses scurried around bringing out the sterilized instruments that they had brought with them. They also brought out boxes filled with ointments, wraps, tape, and other supplies that might be needed if they had to bandage Payne's face, again. Doctor Summitt walked in first, followed by Dr. Wolf and both were greeted warmly by Payne and her family. Dycke and Dr. Summitt had a short, private conversation, in which Dycke thanked the doctor for his help in getting him admission into Duke University. Doctor Summitt, for his part, said, "You should see my colleagues, residents, and interns. They believe they are dealing with my 'good twin'. I cannot believe I went so far afield and did not realize it until a little eighteen-year-old kid had the balls to cut me down to size. I feel like a new man, Dycke. The way people are treating me, I feel reborn."

"Doctor, I just had a conversation with my fiancée this morning. I told her that when you take the bandages off her face today, she is going to be the most beautiful woman on the planet. If she treats people nicely, people will gravitate to her like planets orbiting a sun. I told her if she was a bitch, her only friend would be looking back at her every morning in the mirror."

"How did you get so smart and only be eighteen years old, Dycke?"

"I grew up with no friends and was beaten up by every bully and their friends on my way to school, nearly every day. I could not go to my mom and dad every day, for help, I had to find a better way. I learned to run: fast and far. I, also, learned that speed was not always enough. They would wait for me closer to home and trap me before I could get to my house. I started spending time at the library at school. I learned everything I could about everything that is available to me. I became smarter than they are. They got angrier with me because of it. However, there was nothing they could do, to change a test score. When I finished my first year of high school, I had a four point zero G.P.A., and I was ranked twelfth in the state in track. That made me a jock and the bullies stopped messing with me because they feared retaliation, from other athletes.

In addition, I am very lucky to have parents that really care about me. I can't imagine what it would be like to be in the situation I was in and not have the support system that I had."

"Have you decided what you are going to study in college?"

"I always wanted to be an engineer, and join my father's architectural firm. Now that I have inherited all this money, I am going to have to take business as my major and engineering or architecture as my minor."

Doctor Summitt said, "You are a very smart young man. If you're not in a hurry, why don't you just take both as a double major?"

Dycke replied, "Doctor, I talked to a friend quite often about the situation I find myself in, which is quite similar to hers, when she was younger. It was resolved the exact way you have just recommended. I will contact Duke and see if they will let me matriculate in both programs."

Dr. Summitt said, "Dycke have your faculty advisor call me at this number. You will get whatever you ask for, and there will be no problem at all."

"Thank you, Doctor. I appreciate all your help. Now, if you don't mind, can we see to my fiancée?"

Dr. Wolf was scrubbed and gloved, so Dr. Summitt stood off to the side. Each piece of tape came off individually. Those that resisted were left in place. The process took less than fifteen minutes, but one could not see, what Payne looked like because of the amount of tape that was left on. A wet compress was put on Payne's face for five minutes, in an attempt to loosen the stubborn strips. A nurse also started boiling water.

After the five minutes was up the compress was removed, but the tape would not come off. The nurse brought in the pot of boiling water and set it down on towels in front of Payne. Payne placed her face over the pot of boiling water and folded a towel over both the pot and her head to hold in the steam.

Every few minutes, she would raise her head so Dr. Wolf could remove any pieces that had loosened. The process was slow and required a meticulous hand but finally all the pieces came off. Dr. Wolf held the towel over Payne's face so no one could see her. He wanted her to be the first one to see what she looked like. He guided her into the living room and sat her in front of a mirror. He stood in front of her, holding the towel so she could not see the mirror, and handed her brush so that she could brush her hair. He asked her to close her eyes and to remember what she looked like the day of the operation. He asked her to count to five, and then open her eyes and see what she would look like for the rest of her life.

Payne closed her eyes, but she did not count, she prayed. She did not need to be beautiful. She just did not want to be ugly again. She could not live with that, again. She said to herself, "God, I cannot do that again. I am not strong enough. Even though I have people that love me, I could not go on living with the taunts and jokes that I get every day at school. Please let me look normal." She raised her head and started to open her eyes to see what would be looking back at her. What she saw she thought was another one of Dr. Wolf's jokes. The woman looking back at her was not beautiful. She was stunning beyond anything she had ever seen. Then she realized that that woman was wearing her dress, her earrings, and her engagement ring. When it all coalesced in her mind, she jumped and yelled, "Yes!" at the top of her lungs.

Dr. Wolf looked at Dr. Summitt and everyone else in the room, and said, "I think she likes it!"

Payne came running into the room with her new face lit up with a million megawatt smile. Her parents could not believe the change. Their precious little girl, whose face had been disfigured in an accident, shortly after her birth, was now a beautiful young woman. Piker, Alletta and Steve mobbed her and told her how beautiful she was.

Dycke looked at her in awe. The feeling that he had earlier in the day came back to him. Why would anyone so beautiful, want to be with someone, who looked as ordinary as he did. He thought of the words to an old Beatles tune, "... but money can't buy me love." He knew that some women would throw themselves at him for his money but he would not let that happen to him. His love was standing directly in front of him and he felt, in his heart, that he was going to lose her. He hoped he was wrong. He prayed that he was wrong. He would not do anything or say anything that would indicate to anyone, except Marti, that he had doubts about Payne. He would treat Payne like a queen every day and love her without limits. He would do everything in his power to make her happy for as long as he could. The rest was up to her.

Finally, Payne looked directly at Dycke and said, "What do you think?" 

"Payne, I told you yesterday, before Dr. Wolf took off your bandages, that you would be the most beautiful woman in the world. I was right. You are absolutely gorgeous."

Payne ran to him, kissed him, and hugged him as tightly as she could. Dycke held on to her for dear life until he started to cry.

Payne asked him, "Why are you crying?"

"I am just so happy for you. You deserve this so much. The people at your school are going to be eating crow for breakfast, lunch, and dinner for the remainder of the school year. Do not let them forget who you are and what they did to you for the past eighteen years."

"Dycke, I thought you told me to be nice?"

"You do not have to be nice to them."

"I love you, Dycke!"

The End

Chapter 8 

Authors note: Thank you very much for the comments and criticisms on Chapter 7. They are, very much appreciated, and I enjoy hearing from you, very much.



Having Fun with Dycke and Payne Ch. 09



41. A Fate-ful revelation

After more than a week of being restricted, to the inside of this palatial home, Payne had become alittle testy. Dycke was sure someone would find his head somewhere in the building, after he played a practical joke on her that she did not quite appreciate. She verbally tore his head off one afternoon, and then she ran up to her room crying. She bolted both doors and stayed there. She would not speak anyone, not even her parents, who tried to console her.

Dycke felt that this was the best time to speak to Marti about what was on his mind. He went to her and waited for her to acknowledge his presence, while she was on her computer. He stood there for a few minutes, and while he was waiting. He wondered if this was such a great idea. He started to turn and leave, when Marti said to him, "Hello, Dycke. We should go outside for a walk and you can tell me what has been worrying you for the past week."

Dycke looked at her, as if she had two heads. He wondered where she had hidden her crystal ball, because she always seemed to know what was going on everywhere and in everyone's mind. He said Marti, "Okay, but it is not going to be a thirteen mile walk."

Marti took him out through the tunnel and out the back of the garage to a gazebo that was located by a man-made lake, in the center of the property. Once they sat down, Marti said, "What has been on your mind, Dycke? Almost everyone has noticed."

"By everyone, do you mean, Fiona, also?"

"Yes Dycke, even Fiona has taken notice of your change of attitude. What is going on that you had to come to me, rather than speak to Fiona, who treats you like her younger brother, rather than a client?"

"Marti, what I am about to tell you, cannot go past you. This is a private conversation between us."

"Okay Dycke, it stays with me."

"The day prior to Payne having her face unmasked, I had this terrible premonition. I have had the same feeling, several times more, during the past week. I knew deep down in my soul, that Payne was going to be the most beautiful woman I had ever known. I also knew, in that same instant, that she was going to leave me. It will not happen now, but it has already started. 

Today, it was because of a practical joke, which she normally loves. She will start school soon and when her schoolmates see her and the shock wears off, they will flock to her like bees to pollen. Those she selects to be her friends will idolize her. Those she chooses to alienate will become depressed because of what they did to her. She will stay with me to show off what she has, and what she can have because of her attachment to me. She will be the envy of everyone in school.

I am afraid that when she gets to Duke, that is when everything will fall apart, for us. She will no longer be the big fish in a small pond. There will be girls there almost as beautiful as she is, and she will not be as secure as she was in high school. The people at Duke will be better looking and many upper classmen are going to be attracted to her.

Even though we will be living together in a house, off campus, my worst fear is she will meet someone else, that she will start coming in late, hiding things from me, and eventually want to break up with me. She will not tell me the real reason for breaking up with me, the spare my feelings. From that moment on, however, I would not want to see her, again. I will be devastated. I will not know in what direction I should point my life. I will be nineteen years old, and feel like my life is over. This is why I asked talk to you, instead of Fiona. I would be crying now, if she was here, and she would be holding me, as my mother would be. I need advice from someone more detached from me, to give me a more dispassionate point of view. Payne will not tell me the real reason for breaking up with me, to spare my feelings. However, from that moment, I will not want to see her, again. I will be devastated. I will not know in what direction I should point my life. I will be nineteen years old, and feel like my life is over. This is why I asked to talk to you, instead of Fiona. I would be crying now, if she was here, and she would be holding me, as my mother would be. I needed advice from someone more detached from me, to give me a more dispassionate point of view. Please, Marti, help me, if you can."

Marti sat there for amoment, digesting everything Dycke had just told her. He had no evidence of infidelity. Everything he told her was from a gut feeling; could she prepare him for such a loss? Payne and he had met on under ridiculous circumstances and fallen in love, at first sight. They had taken each other's "virginity," and as Dycke told her, if there was anything that was a 'first', they had done it together.

"Dycke, you have presented me with a very tall order and I'm going to give you the first thing that has come into my mind. ' Do not attend Duke.' Tell Payne that the track coach from UNC contacted you and begged you to reconsider your decision to go to Duke and join his team at UNC. He understands your relationship with Payne. However, your majors are different. Your schedules will be different, and you will start training for track competition, during the summer. He said that he could make sure that your academic schedule was more flexible than Duke would make for you. You will be able to spend more time with her, between the adjustments of the schedule and your training regiments. Marti continued with her plan and it sounded better to Dycke every moment she continued."

When she stopped, there was deadness in the air that called for someone to say something. 

Finally, Dycke said something that was unintelligible. 

Marti asked him to say it again.

Dycke said, "No!"

Marti demanded, "Say it out loud."

"Fuck her. I will do it!"

Marti said, "Good! Now you have to remember:

First. She has done nothing wrong, yet.

Second. You must not change the way you speak, act, or treat her.

Third. You must continue to love her, as intensely as you do now.

Fourth. You must treat her parents the same way you have been treating them.

Fifth. Finally, if you screw up any of these, she may stay with you for all the wrong reasons. Then, you will wind up in a marriage, where you will both wind up hating each other. If this is going to happen, as you feel it is, let it happen before you get married, and before you have children. Do not let them be caught in a loveless marriage or worse in a single parent home."

42. The Threat is real

An FBI agent, dressed as a cable technician, entered the main house on Tuesday afternoon. Marti and Fiona were expecting him, so there was no uproar when he walked in. Everyone sat down at the dining room table to hear what he had to say. He introduced himself as George Smith, and immediately, all who had assembled at the table, started laughing. He looked at them and said, "No, really, my name is George Smith. Only the CIA plays those name games." After the chuckling quieted down, Marti asked him what he had found out for them.

George said, "You have attracted a very elite group. All they do is kidnap for money. We have been able to track fifteen kidnappings to them, and we suspect them for six more, all in Europe and Asia. This is their first foray, into the United States. In total, they have collected over three hundred million dollars in ransom. If it were I, I would have retired. However, in the last three years, they have picked up their pace, and are averaging three successful kidnappings a year. They always go after high-value targets, and they always ask for twenty million dollars or more. They get it, because they have not hurt any person they have kidnapped, when the ransom is paid, promptly. The two that were not paid were never found and believed dead."

"Do you have any clue as to who they are?" Marti asked.

"We do now, because they are going after your boy. However, before that, they will like ghosts. Now we know that they are Russian expatriates, living in Switzerland. That is how they are able to hide all that cash. We found out that they were coming after Dycke, only after the fact. When we were invited into this case, we were able to backtrack it through the FAA systems, and then through your business systems in Antwerp. As soon as we got into the European Union, Interpol got involved, and they were able to ferret out bugs in the underground cables serving some of Mr. Schneider's businesses. The bugs gave us computer addresses that led us to their team's computer whiz. He is now under twenty four/seven surveillance. He cannot burp, without us hearing it, and he cannot shit, without us seeing it. They bugged his computer and all the computers at an Internet café, a few blocks from his apartment. If he tries to use it to send coded transmissions, we have it covered." 

Marti interrupted him, saying, "This is all very interesting stuff, George. However, when are they going to try and nab Dycke?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. I often find myself telling the story of how we wind up catching the bad guys. They are, already, in place. They are waiting for you to get bored here and return home. They will find out when your plane takes off and the approximate time of landing at Charleston. They will attack you, as soon as the aircraft is in the hangar, and the engines are shut down. They know your aircraft is in Burlington. They know you are here. There is a tracking device on, at least, one of the vehicles and on the aircraft itself. Do not try to remove it. We are going to try to use that against them. One of your people may have a tracking device on them, also, without knowing it. Check on it but do not turn off. The helicopter worried them, for a moment, until all three of your units joined up, in the same place, at the same time." 

Fiona spoke up and asked, "How many should we be expecting?

George said, "Amaximum of sixteen. From the display you gave them last Sunday, at the hospital, I would expect that they would throw everything, including the kitchen sink, at you. I told you that they have not killed many 'principles,' but they cut down their escorts like pawns. We will get our operational plan to you, as soon as possible. When you have looked over our plan, if you agree with both the date of departure, and the plan itself, use the word blue in your coded reply. If you disagree and want to make changes, send those changes, in the code, and use the word black in your code. They will watch you to make sure Dycke is on board the aircraft. I am sure that they will be watching the air traffic system, to verify that the plane does not deviate from its flight path from Burlington to Charleston. If it does, they will not show up. If it does not they will be there, en masse. We will get body armor to your aircraft. Do you need weapons?"

"A few air to air and air to ground missiles, for our helicopter would be good, just in case they try to use an aircraft for their escape."

Marti said, "I think their plan is stupid, and from their success rate, I do not think they are stupid people. It would be crazy for sixteen people to attempt a kidnapping and firefight, in an open area on an Air Force base. The possibility of being faced with a rapid response force, that could be less than five minutes away. It makes no sense to me, at all. I think they're setting us up, to flush us out."

George said, "I have been here too long. If they have somebody watching this house, they will figure out that I am not a repairman. The fear you have is well founded. We thought about it, also. It makes much more sense to get him while he is en route from the airport to his house. We are scouting the route for the best ambush spots that will leave them with a variety of escape routes. We do not have enough people-power to cover them all, because of budgetary constraints, but we will do the best that we can." And

Dycke jumped in and said, "If I threw in one million dollars, or ten million dollars, would you have enough money for the extra manpower?"

George said, "I believe that would be more than sufficient, but I would have to ask my superiors two questions: 

First: Is it legal for a private citizen to pay the FBI for protection, against an imminent threat of kidnapping? 

Second: Is one million dollars too little money? Is ten million dollars too much money? After I get the answer, I will get back to you."

Dycke said, "Thank you, I would like that answer today, if at all possible. If the answer is no, I will have my attorney call a couple of senators and congressmen from South Carolina and possibly, the Attorney General of the United States, to see if that opinion can be changed."

"I will give my boss that message. I am sure that it would give him the impression that you are not fooling around. Goodbye all." 

After George left the room, Marti sent Gary a text, on her secure telephone. She let him know that there was a security breach, on their computers, and that the enemy knows our every move!" 

When Gary received the text, he was livid. In his entire career as a computer programmer, and security expert, no one had ever broken through his firewall programs. He was going to update it, and then backtrack along every line of code to find the culprit, who had broken his encryptions. He was going to cause that hacker so much pain; he would wish that he only had hemorrhoids, the size of grapefruits. 

43. Preparing for War

The security team at Piker Temple' office scanned the day's mail, and found a letter for Dycke marked personal, and private. It was from a lawyer, Turnquest Schneider, in Switzerland. They were unsure, if there was a family relationship or not. Knowing that their communications were compromised, his security detail went to a local Staples store, purchased a "throw away" cellphone, and put in a call to Desiree. He said, "Desiree, Hank Moody. Have what looks like important message for Dycke from Turnquest Schneider. Sending by fax local Staples, under "Churchill." Yes/no, two to three minutes."

Desiree hustled to find either Marti or Fiona to get this message to them. She found them cloistered over a map of Charleston, going over routes to Dycke's house. She relayed the message to them. 

Fiona told Desiree to find Dycke. 

Dycke was with Payne and her parents' playing cards in the 'rec' room, while Steve was watching a re-run of Baywatch, on television. She told Dycke that Fiona wanted him, 'now!' 

Dycke went, immediately, to see what was up. Piker Temple went with him. 

Dycke, after hearing whom the letter was from, said, "Send it, immediately!"

Marti was about to disagree, but held her tongue, because of the tone of Dycke's voice.

Desiree called the number, simply said "Yes!", and hung up.

Hank Moody received the message, and immediately faxed the copy of the letter to the UPS store, in Burlington. Even though he knew communication at his end was secure, there was no way to be sure that not all communication, at the receiving site was compromised. There was no way for the kidnappers to know, that the code 2 to 3 minutes, told Desiree where the receiving site would be.

Marti dispatched two Hummers with four men each, to pick up the letter. The trailing car immediately picked up the tail, and called it in. Shortly after the car that was tailing them, disappeared. They reached the UPS store and picked up the letter, addressed to Winston Churchill's dog, Rufus, and proceeded back to the estate, without incident.

"Dycke, I have received word, through our mutual business partners, that you are expecting guests, when you return home. I thought it would be wonderful for you to have your great uncles Mercedes to ride in, while your guests are in town. This car is very heavy, and does not do well on gas mileage. However, it has strong curb appeal, him and dark shielded windows. Although, I am not sure you shall want to keep it, the bill of sale is in the glove box. Sign it and it is yours. You will owe me fifty euros for the car, and if you do not send it to me, quickly, I shall be destitute, after my U.S. taxes become due. It will arrive via a private freight courier, on March29th. It has been cleared by U.S. Customs, here in Switzerland. If you do not want the car, send it back to me. However, you must pay the freight charges. Cordially, Turnquest Schneider.

Dycke laughed. He turned the fax over to Marti to see what she is, made out of it. She looked at it and said, "Dycke, I think your uncle is sending you an armored car."

Dycke replied, "That is what I thought."

Fiona said, "That solves one big problem. No one will be able to get to our principals. I have seen the limo many times, and it will seat nine people easily. It does not look like an armored car. If the kidnappers are shooting anything, except armor piercing rounds or an RPG at it, everyone inside will be safe. Call a staff meeting, and we will brainstorm this new information, together. Then, we will send an update to the FBI."

All of the agents gathered in the "great room," and received maps with possible routes, from the Charleston airport to the Schneider house, and then the Temple house. There were only three possible routes to take, but only one logical one, unless you knew you were being followed, or set-up. One of the first questions asked was, "Why are we taking them to a known destination."

Marti explained, "The kidnapper's track record shows, that they do not kill the target, they kill protection detail, without mercy. Do the same to them, without hesitation. I believe if we do not get them now that they will try again later, when our intelligence reports are not as accurate. The FBI is ready. Interpol has all its resources working to help us. The local police will be on alert, as a backup. Everyone is as prepared as we will ever be."

After she finished her speech, everyone in the room agreed with her assessment.

Marti continued her briefing and told everyone to look over their maps and find potential routes, chokepoints, escape routes, and especially schools and other high-density areas that could become targets for the kidnappers to take hostages. She told them when they were finished, to take someone else's map, analyze it, make notes, give it to someone else, and review another map. After we have done it four times, we will go over it. No criticism will be considered too small to be checked. More criticisms of any potential route chokepoint, hazardous point or whatever will be taken into consideration. We will reconvene in four hours. 

Four hours later, they reconvened, and the decisions seem to be unanimous. There was only one logical way for the team to get the principals home, without threatening too many civilians. Within one half mile of the hangar, on airport property, there were three universities, including Embry Riddle with their own fleet of aircraft. This area would have to be secured because of the possibility of the theft of these aircraft in an escape attempt. Their return was to be scheduled on aSaturday or Sunday, when very few students would be attending classes, at the universities.

The route from the airport would take them straight down Dorchester Road to the Temple's home first and then, double-back to Dycke's house. The trip would take thirty to forty minutes, along city streets with a forty-five mile per hour speed limit and traffic signals. No one was happy, however going any other way would tip their hand, and let the kidnappers know that they were on to them.

Working for them, however, was the lay of the land. Over eighty percent of the communities on both sides of the road were dead ends. There were two major arteries that they could get to and disappear in traffic, if they could get to them. Interstate 26 was to their North and Interstate 95 was to their West. They all agreed that this was not going to be their option. Charleston has a deep-water port, with ships arriving and departing every few hours. It has countless rivers running to the sea and bays and the intra-coastal waterway along its coast. It was a good bet that they had arrived by and would depart by ship. Fiona would contact the FBI to see what they could find out about the movement of commercial traffic into and out of the port of Charleston, in the next two weeks. 




Having Fun with Dycke and Payne Ch. 09



Getting back to where the kidnapping would take place, there was a, definite, difference of opinion. The discussion was professional, but heated. Each group explained how, and why, they had chosen their particular point for the ambush to take place. Each was well thought out, and explained in detail. Other groups dissected it, picked out the good points and found the plans flaws. Then, they went on to the next group's position. At 11p.m., Marti stopped the meeting and told everyone to get some rest. They would reconvene at ten o'clock the next morning.

Dycke and all of the Temples were not living in a bubble, while all of this was going on. They heard the conversations. They heard the arguments and the raised voices. Each of them became more and more worried. Their lives were in the hands of these experts but they were worried, nonetheless. Dycke looked at each one of them and asked 'if they wanted out'. He told them that he would set them up in another part of the country to do whatever they wanted to do, away from him, and more importantly, away from the danger. He looked at Payne and said, "I would hate to lose you. I love you more than words can say, but if anything were to happen to you, because of me, I could never live with myself. I will give you anything that you want. You will never need anything in your entire life but I could not survive if you got hurt, because of me."

Payne looked at him and after she hit him said, "You idiot! Where would I be without you? I am not going anywhere. Where ever you go, I am going and if you try to leave me, I am going to put a collar around your neck and the leash is going to be around my wrist permanently." When she finished saying this, she kissed him and Dycke cried, like a baby.

Payne said, "Why are you crying, you're supposed to be happy?" 

"I told you I am smarter than you are. These are happy tears!" 

Payne hit him harder. "I told you never to say that, again." 

He said, "I know, I just wanted to feel some pain to make sure you meant it." 

Payne smacked him again, and said, "Are you sure now?" 

"Yes, my love."

Piker and Alletta both laughed at the antics of the two kids. Piker said to Dycke, "Seeing that my daughter is staying, my wife and I will also."

"Thank you, dad. You will never know how much I appreciate it."

Steve, on the other hand, decided to see what he could get out of the situation, as usual. He asked, "What is in it for me, if I decide to stay?"

Dycke looked at him and replied, "You, I don't care if you stay or go. Have a good time, whatever your decision is."

Steve was furious. Piker Alletta and Payne were hysterical. This made Steve even more furious. Steve looked at them and said, "You don't care what happens to me, either?"

"No, Steve, we all care. Dycke just called your bluff 'and you had nothing to back it up, as usual. If you at least him had your car, you could drive away with that. You tried to get something else out of this situation, but by trying that gambit, you lost everything," his father said.

Payne retorted, "I keep telling you, Steve, that he is smarter than I am. If he is smarter than I am, you know damned well, that he is smarter than you are."

"I am going to have to kill him after all," Steve said.

Alletta replied, "That is what we need right now. Someone from the inside threatening to kill him, while we have kidnappers on the outside, trying to kidnap him and kill all of us."

Desiree, stuck her head into the room and asked, "Who is trying to kill Dycke now?"

"The usual suspect," Alletta said.

Desiree looked at Steve and said, "Should I call Joey in here, and have her teach you another lesson in manners?"

Steve looked at Desiree and replied, "I was just joking!"

Desiree said, "I was not."

Steve looked horrified and said, "I will be good, I promise."

Dycke looked at Steve and said, "If you are even a little bit hesitant, talk it over with your parents, and decide where you want to go, and I will set you up there in a college that will accept you, and make sure you have work after you have completed 4 years or your master's degree or your doctorate."

Everyone but Steve laughed at the suggestion that Steve could possibly go beyond four years of college, but thought it was a nice touch, for Dycke to offer it. 

However, Steve complained, again. "You were going to set Payne up for life. Why not me?"

Dycke replied, "Steve, you barely like me, and you just threatened to kill me. I think I am being more than generous in offering you this transition to a new life."

Piker looked at his son and said, "One day, Steve, you will learn to keep your mouth shut, before you stick both feet into it."

"Do you think it is okay, if I take them out of my mouth now? It is hard to eat crow, with sneakers in there?"

Everyone laughed at Steve, and his remark, as he mimicked, trying to take shoes out of his mouth.

It was approaching midnight, and Dycke turned to Payne and said, "You struck me twice in the last half-hour, and it is time for me to get even. I am going to use the paddles, and take some pictures, tonight. To the bedroom, my dear, it is time to bear your derrière." 

"Don't you talk like that in front of Steve, and my parents?" 

"Payne dear, you must remember, it was your father that gave me the idea. As for Steve, it will drive him crazy, knowing that there are at least four people in the house that are having 'congress' and he is alone and dreaming about pass conquests."

Steve said, "You son of a bitch!"

Dycke replied, "Steve, you know both my parents. How could you possibly say that?"

Steve knew that Dycke had gotten him, again. He threw his hands up in the air, said something under his breath, and stormed away. 

Payne looked at her father and said, "Dad, I will get you for this!"

Alletta replied, "No dear, I will get him for this. Dycke when you are finished with the paddles, may I borrow them?"

Dycke looked at Piker and said, "All is fair in love and war, dad. Yes, mom, you can have them tomorrow."

Piker looked at Dycke, "This is not included in the one million dollars or in my salary. You owe me big time, Dycke. She swings a mean paddle."

Payne giggled and took Dycke's hand and started upstairs to their bedroom. She thought, by the time they reached the third floor, she would think of a way to talking him out of it. She was wrong, and Dycke took some excellent pictures of two, fire engine red cheeks.

The next morning, at breakfast, Payne had to sit on a very soft pillow and she grimaced every time she moved. Her father and mother grinned at Payne, and her discomfort. 

Steve laughed every time she moved.

Payne looked at her brother, and said, "Do not close your eyes, or turn your back brother. Strange things have been known to happen, in strange houses."

Piker left as Payne threatened her brother. Then, he asked Dycke, "How many times, son?"

"Five swats to each cheek, dad."

Payne said, "It felt like I was being caned."

"Don't worry, dear. Tomorrow morning, you will be able to laugh at your father."

"It will not matter, mom. My pride hurts worse than my rear. I lost a bet to Dycke, because I did not think the problem through. I did it, again, the other night, and that is when you caught us in bed together, the following morning. He makes a habit out of baiting me, and I jump at it knowing I cannot lose. Then, he springs the trap and I loose, again. When I look back a moment later, I want to kick myself, because the answer is so obvious. Then he says to me is, "I told you I am smarter than you are." I want to kill him for that, but he is correct."

Alletta said, "Dear, it does not mean he is smarter than you are. It is like trying to compare Einstein with Fermi. Einstein created the theory. Fermi created the product."

Payne smiled, "That's why I like having you around mom. You always make me feel better."

"You're welcome, dear. Anytime you need me, I'm here."

In the recreation room, tempers were wearing thin and opinions were still quite far apart, as to where the kidnappers would have the best opportunity to strike. Fiona had a brainstorm and said, "Everyone relax, I have the answer." 

She called out, "Alletta, come here, please."

Alletta was very surprised to be summoned to the room where all the planning was being done. She could not imagine what value she could be to the discussions that concerned life and death situations. When she got to the room, she found out exactly why she was needed.

Fiona said to those gathered, "I would like you to meet the best shopper in all Charleston. Nothing goes on, close to Dorchester Road that Alletta does not know about. True, Alletta?"

Alletta smiled and said, "I have been known to spend a little time, and a few dollars, here and there, on that street. How can any of that knowledge help us?"

Marti asked her to look at the map and tell them where the busiest stores are, and the busiest intersections, and on what days?

Alletta started to speak, and thirty-five minutes later, all the men, and women in the room were startled by her knowledge, and feared for her husband's wallet. However, she narrowed down the possible attack points to two intersections, and two different days.

Alletta said, "Monday is the worst traffic day in both directions on Dorchester. Between 7:30 and 11:30 in the morning, traffic is a nightmare on Dorchester Road. After that, it thins out to where it is just unbearable for most of the day. It seems that everyone likes to play bumper cars, on Monday. So, instead of having two lanes of traffic, in each direction, you are forced into one lane. Your speed is down to five or ten miles an hour. People out jogging, are going faster, than any car. 

On Sundays, everyone goes to the malls and again, traffic comes to a standstill, at the intersection of Dorchester and Appian Way. There are three malls: One on the Northeast, Southeast and Southwest corners. The traffic light there is infuriating. It is, at least, two minutes long and when it, finally, gets to you, it only lets three, or four cars go through, before it turns red. The stores do not realize how much money they lose, because I am sitting in the car waiting at the traffic light."

All of the agents broke into laughter. Piker, Dycke, and Payne, who had come in to the room and listened to Alletta, rattle off everything she knew about Dorchester Road and its stores were laughing with them.

Piker said, "Those stores loss is my gain." 

Alletta turned to her husband and said, "There is my skinflint husband. Dycke gave Piker a bonus of one million dollars to leave his firm, and work for him. What did he give me from all of this, besides aggravation? Zip. Zero. Nothing! He put the money into accounts that requires his signature, or his, and one of his children's. His is always required. I cannot get at it, at all. It is not fair. If you hear screaming, and yelling, do not come running. I will be taking it out of his hide, inch by inch."

Again, laughter broke out in the room. Everyone was laughing except Piker, who knew she was not kidding. 

Piker said, "Excuse me, but in my own defense, I would like to say that I wanted to save some money for our summer vacation. However, if I let Alletta have access that money in February, it would have been gone by the beginning of June." 

Alletta screamed, "Not all of it!"

The entire room to broke-up into uncontrollable laughter. 

After the room quieted, Piker asked Alletta, "When was the last time you spent money from your own account?"

She said, "Never! That is why I have your money."

"When is the last time you checked your bank balance?"

"I do not know. You do that for me."

"Yes Alletta, I do. That is how I know that you are a millionaire."

The look on Alletta's face was priceless. Her mouth was open, and her eyes were glazed. She was in a trance. 

The people around her were laughing, and applauding, simultaneously.

Payne ran over to her mother, and said, "Can I have some money, mom. I want to start shopping, just like you!" 

This shocked Alletta back to her normal state of mind. She said to Payne, "Go ask your father."

Even Marti could not control herself. Dycke and Steve were holding their sides, because they were laughing so hard.

When her secure phone vibrated, Marti knew she was receiving a text message. It read, "GS one minute."

Ten minutes later, they received a "Burst Transmission" via satellite from George Smith. It contained their plans for the operation to capture, and/or kill the kidnappers, when they tried to take Dycke.

After looking it over carefully, the team decided the FBI plan was deficient, in many areas. They set about the task of explaining to the FBI, nicely, that their original plan had missed many key points, and why their, updated plan, was better.

44. The FBI Comes Through

The one part of the burst transmission that was good news was the FBI had received permission to use Dycke's money for the extra forces that would be needed, for such a complex operation.

That was good news to Marti, because they were about to add an air and sea variant to the operation. The sea operation was an area the FBI had totally overlooked. When Marti's report was ready, they sent out the "Black" code followed by their own coded transmission, with their plan attached to it.

The FBI agents looked at it, and admitted it was better than their original plan. They did not think about water extraction points, through populated areas. They also did not know about the armored vehicle, coming in from Switzerland. This put a new wrinkle into the planning. After checking with Interpol, and with local telephone taps on the suspects, they realized that the kidnappers had not heard about it, either. This worked in their favor, because it would catch the kidnapper's off-guard.

After two more transmissions, Sunday, April 1st, was picked as traveling day for the principals and preparations, and coordination was begun, for the assault that would take place, at Dorchester Road and Appian Way. 

The FBI made a request, through the appropriate channels, that Charleston Air Force Base be required to have a Homeland Security Drill, on the military side of the airport, where the Air Force had their weapons and munitions storage, supply depot, aircraft maintenance, and parking facilities. On Air Force property, there were three universities, multiple businesses and aircraft hangers, where business jets and other aircraft were stored and maintained. This ruse was essential to the plan, as it kept the would-be kidnappers away from aircraft that could be used in an attempted air escape. The alert would start at 2 o'clock in the morning and continue through 10 o'clock in the evening. This was going to be a Homeland Security Drill and every inch of the base was to be guarded and searched thoroughly. Each member of the security force would be on alert. Every person going onto and off the base would be subject to inspection, and identification protocols. Every aircraft was going to be guarded and the weapons storage depot would be locked down, and guarded like Fort Knox.

On Friday, March 30th, Marti got an e-mail from Gary. It stated, "New security protocol in effect. Had multiple friends try to break through with no success. System is secure. Feel free to use."

Marti was cryptic in her reply, simply saying, "Great news, and home soonest."

All their equipment was packed and ready to go. On Friday morning, however, a small moving van pulled up to the front gate. It was immediately surrounded by security agents and the driver showed the bill of lading to the lead agent. At the bottom, it was signed by George Smith. The agent still was not convinced and told the driver to get out and open the rear door. He ordered the security team to take cover and if anything, moved inside the truck, to fire at will. The driver rolled up the door and climbed in. The lead agent climbed in with him, with his gun at the ready. The driver said, "I'm going to reach in my pocket and show you my credentials." 

The agent said, "Do it slowly, and with two fingers."

The driver did as he was told and pulled out his identification and handed it to the agent.

The agent stepped back opened it and it revealed that the driver was an FBI agent. 

"Fuck, why didn't you just say so. You scared the shit out of me."

The man from the FBI said, "We still think somebody's watching the estate and we cannot pinpoint where he is."

"Okay, what's in the boxes?"

"Armor and guns."

The agent said, "Oh goody, more toys!" 

"You will not think so when you see them."

The agent said, "Let's open a few and find out."

"You pick and I will open it."

After opening the first box and seeing the automatic handguns and shotguns that were in there, the agent did not need to see anything else. He told the man to drive the truck, slowly around to the garage area. The truck was escorted there by the six-armed men, just in case the lead agent had been fooled. He need not have been worried.

Fiona came outside to inspect the goods. She went through each box and inspected each one closely. It smelled like each gun had been recently fired, and then checked and each vest was clearly marked with the FBI insignia. There were, also, two boxes of bullet resistant headgear, with face shields, which she doubted they would have time to put on if shooting started at the hangar. 

She looked at the rounds of ammunition for the handguns and they were armor piercing rounds. She looked at the rounds for the shotguns and they were not. She could understand the logic behind that decision. In close quarters, a bullet was aimed at a perpetrators chest. A shotgun is addressed to, "To Whom It May Concern?" At close range, 6 to 10 feet, a blast from a shotgun could take down a perpetrator and the person to the right and left of him. It was best to use the nonlethal rounds to knock them down and injure them but not kill an innocent bystander, who happened to be standing next to him. The men they would be facing would definitely be wearing protective gear. The bullets they would be facing would penetrate their armor without a second thought.

Marti received an e-mail from Gary: "The eyes that were on you have left the scene and on their way here. The eyes on the aircraft are still in place. The pilots are under surveillance, but no contact has been made with them. I am inside their heads now. Would you like me to do anything?"

Marti replied, "Let the FBI know now. I will think about our end and get back to you later."

Marti called another meeting to update the action plan. It was only supposed to be for the agents, but Dycke, Payne, Steve, Alletta, and Piker asked if they could sit in, because it concerned them, also. 

Marti welcomed them to the meeting and told them to join in and raise any question or concerns. 

She then took control of the meeting and said, "Okay, boys and girls, tea time is over. It is time to earn your money. The estate is no longer under surveillance and I have decided to move up the departure times for our cars. It was a five-hour trip from the estate to the Charleston airport. However, you are not going there. You are going to go home, rest, retrieve your civilian vehicles, and clothes. You shall move your Hummers to an area where they would not be seen or stand out." 

Marti pointed to the map on the wall, which showed Dorchester Road from Cross County Road to Delmar Highway, which is 18 miles beyond Appian Way, on Dorchester. She said, "This is the way I believe the attempt to take Dycke will go down. Our aircraft will arrive in the hangar, promptly at one o'clock. When we land, one fixed wing aircraft and one helicopter will take off. They will be our 'spies in the sky'. Everyone will disembark from the aircraft, as usual, and we will leave the hangar at 1:03... When we turn on to Dorchester Road, I anticipate that we will pick up a two or three car tail. The FBI will be looking for any car, making radical movements, behind us, as we make that turn. When we approach the first traffic light, the Feds will make sure the light turns red. If they have spotted the cars, they will move some of their cars into a position, where the tails can be neutralized. 




Having Fun with Dycke and Payne Ch. 09



There is a lot of truck traffic in the right lane. They will turn right as we approach the second traffic light, which will also be red, thanks to the Feds. After that light, our cars will move into the right lane, and depending on how many cars they have tailing us and coming at us, we are an easy target for an attack all the way to third traffic light, which is Appian Way. Traffic stays slow up to Appian Way, because of the three malls at that intersection. The 'perps' must have figured a way to get Dycke and get themselves out of there, safely. My best guess is, 'they will do it at the intersection itself. If I were the kidnapper, I would block off all Southwest bound traffic on Dorchester. I would use four or five cars to block the traffic lanes and have another car ready to transport Dycke, away from the scene. They would take Dycke Southwest on Dorchester to the next intersection, and then left through one of the communities, to the Ashley River. They could escape, using a high-speed boat. They could go east towards the Charleston Harbor and hide among the yachts on the Intracoastal Waterway. On the other hand, they could go west, and navigate through several intersecting rivers and canals and never be found. 

Alternatively, if that way is blocked they could drive to Ladson Road and go northwest and attempt to escape by US 26, which I believe would be a bad move unless the crew was using motorcycles. They could disperse in any direction, and disappear into Charleston. Their only, other, escape route is southwest on Dorchester Road to Delmar Highway, where they can go, either north or south. What they do not know is, if they were to get that far, is the South Carolina Highway Patrol will have that area completely blocked off and our eyes in the sky will be telling them exactly what cars to look for, and how close they are.

However, the only vehicle we have to worry about is the one that is carrying Dycke and his family, but the perps will not get to them, because we have several surprises waiting for them on our side: 

1: They do not know that we have broken into their computer system and are monitoring their radio communications. 

2: They do not know about our eyes in the sky. 

3. They do not know about the FBI and the manpower they have brought to bear on this situation. 

4. They do not know that the limousine is armored. 

5. They do not know that South Carolina Wildlife Commission with some help from the FBI will have the Ashley River blocked at the Colonial Historic site in the West and at Cross County Road in East.

6. Finally, thanks to the FBI, we are also going to have two armored Hummers waiting for us at the hangar. When the aircraft arrives, this is going to look like a normal trip home. 

We want them to think that we have lowered our guard and that we have returned to normal status. The longer they believe this, the better for us. Those of you who are going to be assigned to the armored Hummers are not going to be happy with me, but you will follow these instructions religiously, "When the shooting starts, 'you are not to get out of your vehicles.' You are to move your cars in to defensive positions on each side of the limousine and wait for instructions. If the bad guys start closing on your position, unleash everything you have. Show them no mercy, because they will show you none.

Finally, Gabby will be in charge of coordination with FBI. She will be in our helicopter, which will close in, as soon as the first round is fired.

Alana will be in charge of our ground troops. I have already told her to play nice Feds, because there are going to be about a hundred, or more of them out there. However, we are independent contractors. We have our own rules, and we are here to protect our people. Alana step up here and tell your people what their jobs are and what you expect of each one of them. 

Alana put up abigger, more detailed, map on the wall. She said, "This shows the area from just northeast of Appian Way to the next traffic light. This is Ladson Road. Our main area of concern is the Appian Way intersection, the malls, and parking areas. The Feds have taken the biggest mall, which is on the Southeast corner and the smaller one, on the Northeast corner. We have the mall on the Southwest corner, all to ourselves. We are going to wear shorts and tee shirts. We are going to go shopping. We are going to laugh and have a good time. We are going to arrive between 10 a.m. and 12 p.m. and we are going to buy stuff and drop it off at the car and go buy some more and get something to eat and go back to the car. Let yourself be seen. We are going to team up as many men and women as we can. As you are walking to your car, get into a spat with your husband, talk about your children, or give your wife a pat on her ass. Draw attention to yourself, so anyone looking at you, feels comfortable seeing you walking toward your car. Look and act as normal as possible. When we run out of mixed pairs, we will start with groups of three and four women shopping out of two cars. Park as close to the perimeter of the parking lot as you feel comfortable, but do not park together. Back your cars in so no one can see you changing into your combat gear.

We are going to start leaving here around midnight, lights off until you get on US 70. Your route of travel tonight is US 70 West. The rest of the data will be fed into your GPS's, but you probably know the route already. Considering the firepower you are carrying in the trunk of each vehicle, I suggest that you travel five miles an hour under the speed limit. It is a five-hour trip, so there is no need to hurry. We will need all of you well rested for Sunday. Make sure everything is packed and let me know when you're ready to leave." Any comments or questions?

Steve said, "If I was the kidnapper, I would block off the intersection in two directions, and once I knew I had the ability to get my target. I would call my helicopter, land it in the intersection, and get the target out of there in a hurry."

Everyone in the room looked at him. They looked back at the map, and they thought about what he said. They realized this was a very good option and they had no time to set up a plan for it."

Marti looked at Steve and said, "When Joey hit you, she must have woken up some of your James Bond cells. That is an excellent thought and something no member of this group had thought about. Well done, Steve, very well done!"

Marti turned to Gabby and said, "Get on a secure line to the Feds. Tell them what Steve came up with and see if they have something to counter it, because we do not. Tell them the kidnappers will not be able to get to our people, but they may be able to get a hostage and leadership out, using a helicopter."

Everyone left the room, talking about the last minute hiccup in their planning. They could not believe that they missed something so obvious, that an eighteen-year-old kid had picked it up, out of thin air.

Steve had a big, shit-eating grin on his face. Finally, Dycke owed him something. Now, he was going to face him and collect. 

Dycke was with Payne and his parents, as Steve approached him and said, "I want a Porsche Carrera, for saving your sorry ass."

Dycke, Payne, Alletta, and Piker all laughed.

"What did I say that was so funny, this time?"

Dycke asked, "Who would like to answer Steve's question, this time?

Alletta looked at Payne and tried to stare her down. Payne looked back at mother and said, "You are a millionaire, and you would not give me any money to go shopping. All I was trying to do was what you have been asking me to do all my life, '...try to be more like me...' When I asked you for money so I could go shopping and buy clothes, and shoes and other girly stuff, so '...I could be more like you...' you pushed me away, and sent me to daddy. I am very unhappy, with you."

The three men in the room had had all they could take. It was time to do something serious, because they were going to die of laughter, if they did not. Dycke asked, "Which one of you is going to answer the question?"

Alletta said, "Go ahead, Payne, answer the question."

"Thank you, mom. Does this mean you going to give me money, also?"

"Give me a little time to think about that. I have never had to spend my own money before, but for you, I will try."

Payne said, "Why don't you just give me your checkbook, mom. Or, sign a few checks and give them to me, and you will not have to worry about anything, ever again."

Payne started by saying, "Steve did you listen to anything that was said in there? If you did, you would have heard Marti say, many times, that they were never going to get, into the car. Therefore, you asking for reward for saving 'Dycke's Ass', which assumes that they can get into the car to get to him. Are we supposed to believe you, a certifiable nut, or Marti, who has been in the business of protecting people, for a very long time?"

Steve just shook his head, knowing he had been defeated, again, only this time, by logic. As long as no one in the car panicked and opened one of the doors, they would be safe.

It was decided, that they had had enough fun, for one evening, and bed was the best place for them. The Temples lead the parade up to the second and third floors, where every bedroom was in use.

The professionals were filled with pride, because of their prior accomplishments. However, now, they were filled with nervous energy, thinking about what was to come, on Sunday. They were edgy now; on Sunday, they would be razor sharp. 

The FBI had sent packets of information with the weapons. They showed the murder scenes these kidnappers had left behind. They had killed, or injured over eighty security agents during their reign of terror. 

Desiree had never been in a live firefight. She had all the training. She had been in some very tough situations. However, she had never fired her gun in anger. Sunday, she, or some of her comrades-in-arms, could join the ranks of the dead, or injured. For the first time, since she had started her training, she felt extremely tense, and her nerves were frayed. She had to find a way to calm herself down. She would be no good to anyone, on Sunday, or worse, she might be the cause of someone's death, because she was not at her best. She knew she had to do something physical to bring her body under control.

45. Decisions

The drivers of the Hummers, that were going south, were desperate to get on the road. Alana acquiesced and let them start leaving at 10 p.m. Every ten minutes, quiet as a church mouse, a hummer left the estate and in complete secrecy. Finally, after the last hummer left, they closed and locked the gates, set the alarms, and everyone that remained settled down, for a good night's sleep. 

Piker and Alletta could be heard, reliving the night of passion, after the incident with Fiona, at the hospital. Her cries of passion could be heard, across the third floor and beyond.

Dycke and Payne were definitely not sleeping, because you could hear the giggling going on, from inside their room. Dycke was reminding Payne, that the screams she was hearing, were the reason she lost her bet to him, and that she would spend one glorious day, as his naked sex slave, doing every deviant and perverted sex act he could imagine. 

Steve's room was, also, next to his parents, and he had a pillow over his ears, trying to keep out the sounds of his mother's moans of pleasure, while his father was driving her closer and closer to climax.

He knew he was not going to be able to fall asleep, so he decided to exercise. He moved to the center of his room, and started doing push-ups. He had just finished doing one hundred and flipped over, and started doing sit-ups, when someone kicked him in the ribs, fell across his body, and landed on the floor.

Steve cried out in pain.

A woman said, "'Bloody hell!' What the hell are you doing on the floor?"

"Desiree is that you?"

"Yes, and you still haven't answered the fucking question. What are you doing on the floor?"

"My mother and father are screwing around, next door, and I could not sleep. I decided to exercise to get them out of my head, and tire myself out. Then, you walked in, kicked me, and broke a couple of my ribs. Now, I will be unable to exercise, and I still, will not be able to sleep, because of the pain in my side."

"You have such a miserable life."

"You do not have to rub it in. Desiree, what are you doing here?"

"I came to tuck you in."

"That is really sweet of you. Do you do that every night?"

"No. Tonight is a special night and if you ever open your mouth up about it, I will have you drawn and quartered."

Steve asked, "May I ask what your problem is?"

"I just needed to talk to someone and somehow I knew that you would be awake."

"I guess you heard my mother screaming and yelling, also?"

"Yes. I heard. I have also heard your father is hung like a horse and he knows how to use that appendage, very well."

Steve said, "That is too much information, Desiree. However, now I am certain of who my parents are. Are you going to tell me what is wrong, or are we going to play twenty questions?"

"Are you going to keep this between us, or am I going to have to kill you, before I leave this room." 

"It stays between us, 'Des', I swear."

"Okay, here goes. I have never been in a firefight. I am not afraid of it. I have been extremely well trained. I know what to expect. I know what to do. I know how to handle myself. I am just so keyed up; I do not know what to do with myself, right now. Everyone else has been there, and done that. They are all sleeping like babies. I need to go outside to run, or do something physically exerting, just to bring my energy level down.

Steve asked, "Are you sure you just wanted to talk?"

Desiree said, "You are a son of a bitch!"

Steve said, "Would you please be quiet. My mother is getting laid next door." 

"Steve, if you ever breathed a word of what happens here; you will live the remainder of your life as a eunuch."

"Desiree, I have been with a lot of women, and the one thing I have always been is 'discreet.' I never talk to anyone about any relationship I have with a girl. The girls at school trust me for that reason, and will go out with me, even knowing my reputation as a ladies man."

Steve got up from the floor, and went over to his bed, where Desiree was sitting. He said to her, "I've never made love to an older woman."

"You haven't yet, Steve, and that is a very poor way to start."

"I promise that I will make it up to you before you leave this room."

Steve took her into his arms and kissed her for the first time. It was not a deep kiss. It was not even a good kiss. However, it was only the first kiss. After the first kiss, came the second kiss and that one was much better. He controlled his hands for a very long time, not wanting to rush Desiree into something that she might want to stop. However, as soon as her hands started to move on his body, his hands started to move along hers. He found the buttons on the back of her blouse, and with practiced ease, he unbuttoned each one. He unsnapped her bra, with one hand, and removed it and her and blouse at the same time.

Desiree felt naked, all of a sudden, and tried to cover her breasts. She was in a room, about to have sex with an eighteen-year-old boy, and she was acting like a virgin. He was doing very well, playing the part of a gigolo. She was an experienced, twenty-seven-year-old woman, who had been around the block a few times and she said to herself, "What is wrong with this picture"?

Steve moved his lips down Desiree's jaw and neck along her arm and down her chest and finally she moved her arm away so that he could get to her breast. When he licked and then bit the nipple of her left breast, her pussy flooded and she never felt it coming. She did not even realize she was aroused. She thought she was tense, maybe nervous, but she never felt like she was aroused. She did not even think she was wet, but now her panties were soaked. Her pants were soaked. She had no clue what had happened to her but she wanted it to happen, repeatedly.

She pushed Steve away and he looked at her as if he had done something wrong. She just grabbed his shirt and lifted it off him, then pushed him back and took off his pajama bottoms leaving him naked. Then she took her slacks and panties off, leaving her only with her white anklets on. Before she could bend down and take those off, Steve grabbed her and threw her back onto the bed. She laughed and asked him if he had a thing for socks?

He said, "Not till now, however, I'll come up with something?" Steve lunged for her, but missed and wound up face down on the bed and Desiree was riding him bareback, like a cowgirl, and her arms forcing his face further into a pillow. 

Steve yelled, as best he could, "This is not fair!"

Desiree asked, "Why isn't it fair?"

"Your pussy is so slippery I couldn't hold on to you if I had to."

Desiree started laughing and rolled off Steve's back.

Steve climbed on top of her and attacked her breasts, again. However, this time he was taking no chances. He grabbed her knees and pulled them upwards, until he was able to lay his body on hers and put a nipple in his mouth.

Desiree squealed loudly and said, "You are not playing fair, not fair at all!"

Steve laughed, "I played by Dycke's rules."

Desiree squeaked, "What are those?"

"He cheats!"

"He does not cheat," said Desiree.

While moving his tongue from her breasts, his down past her belly button, Steve smiled and said, "Ask him?"

Desiree was just about to say, "I will," but she screamed out, "Oh fuck," instead, as her second orgasm overwhelmed her, instead. Steve had just bitten her tender, inflamed, and over-excited clit. His arms had spread her knees, as wide apart as possible, and his mouth descended rapidly onto her open center. He wanted access to her juices and his mouth formed a seal around her vaginal lips that not even air could get through. His tongue probed and tortured her clit. It moved up and down, through the folds of her nether lips, and darted into and out of her vagina.

Desiree wanted more. She grabbed Steve by his hair and lifted his head up. She beckoned him with a finger, motioning for him to move up her body. She was hot enough now to melt steel, and there was no sense putting it off.

Steve put his knees inside of Desiree's, and lay down on her body. He looked down at Desiree, who looked up at him, a little confused, at first, until he slowly thrust himself inside her. He was in control, whether she liked it or not. He set a slow but steady pace, which was exactly the opposite of what Desiree wanted, and needed. She wanted a sprint. He set up for marathon.

Desiree said to him, "If you don't start to move, I am going to pick you up, throw you back on the floor, take what I want from you, and leave."

"I thought you wanted to burn off some energy?"

"You may be burning off energy, but I may as well be reading and a fucking dictionary."

Steve said, "Okay, first gear." He reared back and started moving, like the wings on a hummingbird. 

His speed and power caught Desiree totally off guard. Desiree could only use her hips to respond, and even that was hard, because of his onslaught. She could feel every ridge, of the width, of Steve's, impressive cock, and she felt a shot of pain, when his cock hit her cervix.

Desiree wanted to taunt him to see if he had joked about this being, "first gear." She said to him, "Is this all you have, Steve?"

Steve looked down at her and said, "Are you sure you can handle it?"

"Let me know when I can put dictionary down."

"Second gear, with spin mode, coming up!" Steve's motions slowed and his hips turned, like a washing machine agitator. That cycle stopped and he moved into high-speed drilling for about one moment. He stopped and went into a 'one minute' spin cycle, where his hips circled and dove as deep into Desiree as her cervix would let him, on each spin.




Having Fun with Dycke and Payne Ch. 09



Desiree moaned, "Oh fuck that is good."

Steve said into her ear, "There are still two more gears to go!"

Desiree could not answer because she was in the middle of an orgasm. When she did reply, she said, "Let me enjoy this one for a few more minutes, and then you can go to third gear."

After a while, Steve released Desiree's legs and said, "Third gear, full assault mode." He flipped Desiree onto her stomach, and entered her from behind, without hesitation. He grabbed both her breasts, and pinched the tips her nipples.

Desiree knew she could not scream. She stuffed a pillow in her mouth, bit down hard and yelled as loud as she could. At that moment she admitted, that this kid was wise beyond his years.

Steve was not through with her yet. He released her breasts as he was pummeling her pussy and brought one hand down and played with her clit until he had it surrounded by two fingers and squeezed it. He continued to squeeze it and squeezed it again, until Desiree's head was pounding against the pillow. He fuck her, as hard and as fast as he could, hitting her cervix every time. Then smacked her as hard as he had ever hit a woman, in his life, on her right ass cheek.

Desiree bit down hard on the pillow and screamed, as a huge orgasm overtook her, and dimmed her lights.

Steve continued his manipulation of her clitoris and smacked her ass again, but did not receive the same result. He felt himself rising to his own completion and wanted Desiree to finish with him. There was only one more thing that he could think of and he was not sure what her reaction would be to it. She could only kill him once, and she was sworn to protect him. However, he knew that was from outside threats, and not from her. He decided to do it and see what happened.

He leaned down over her body and said in her ear, "Big finish, I am coming."

Desiree nodded and forced her head deeper into the pillow.

Steve moved his left leg and put it by her left hip. In one swift stroke, he removed his dick from her pussy, and rammed one third of it, into her ass.

Desiree's head flew up from the bed. The pillow was still firmly trapped, between her teeth, and she was in 'pain!' She was screaming, into the pillow, as loud as she could. However, her pussy was flooding the sheets below her, like tourists under the falls, at Niagara.

Steve started to move back and forth in her, very slowly. He never went deeper, but he never pulled out. He started to move a little faster, when he saw Desiree's shoulders start to relax. He started moving deeper into her, when her head started to nod and she started to moan. Almost 10 minutes later, he was fully embedded into her and she was pushing back against him.

Desiree moved herself up, onto all fours. She used her strength to exert more pressure against his prick. In all her life, she had never had anal sex, and one day, she would get even with Steve, if it were the last thing she ever did. She would have never chosen him to be her first, because of his size. She had a feeling there was going to be a pleasurable end, to her being fucked in the ass, and she might as well enjoy it, rather than think about it.

Steve was happy knowing that he had not hurt Desiree', badly. He had seen her initial reaction, and was worried, but knew she was enjoying it, now. He went back to playing with a breast and her clit, which immediately had her neck snapped back, in pleasure. 

He kept thrusting into her steadily, and he was worrying her clit with two fingers. The flow from her vagina with constant, and the words, going into the pillow, were ceaseless. Finally, he could take it no longer. He yelled to her, that he was coming, and blasted his semen, deep into her bowels. He continued stroking into her, and playing with her clit, until she joined him. Finally, Desiree dropped her head back onto the bed and her breathing calmed down. He, slowly, withdrew himself from her ass and was amazed at how quickly her sphincter closed. As she lay there, with her eyes closed, he went into the bathroom, cleaned himself up, and brought back a towel, and a glass of water, with him

Desiree had turned herself over and was lying on the pillow. She had nearly bitten through it and said to Steve, "I thought you had another gear?"

Steve looked at her and said, "Third gear, nearly knocked you out. If I go into overdrive, everybody in the building will know you are here."

She said, "In other words, I have totally tapped you out, and there is nothing left in your little gun."

"I could tell, by the look on your face, every time I was knocking at the door to your womb that you did not enjoy the pain that I was causing you. I was kind enough to back off several inches. If I had gone in all the way, I could have visited the room, where in the future, you and some lucky man will make a baby. My dick is two inches longer than my dad's is. When I talked with him about sex, he told me that it is extremely painful for young woman when a man forces his way through her cervix, even though afterwards, it might be extremely pleasurable. I have never been able to put my entire dick, into any woman's vagina. That is why I enjoy anal sex, so much. I am always able to get full penetration, without any repercussions. I can get most of my female friends to have an orgasm, when we do it that way, and I am fully pressed against their bodies."

Desiree' asked, "What did you two do, 'measure each other'?"

"Yes," Steve said. "We took my mom's sewing tape and measured while we were both erect. My dad is wider but I am longer."

"No wonder your mother walks around smiling all the time."

Steve said, "She has a lot to smile about. My father keeps her happy, she gets to spend a lot of his money, and she just found out that she is a millionaire. Hell, I would smile, also,"

"I know I'm going to regret this, but how big are you?" Desiree asked Steve.

"I have never told this to anyone. Why would I share that with you, Des?"

"You have tonight told over my head, for the rest of your life. I will kill you; if you do not tell me and I will make your very short life, as painful as possible."

"If this gets out, I know it will have come from you. Do not make me hurt you," Steve said. "I am ten inches long, and six in inches in circumference."

Desiree scrunched her face up and said, "Six inches in circumference and you had that beast stuck up my ass?"

Steve said, "Most people get freaked out, by the ten inches long."

"You could be ten inches long and be a Spaghetti noodle. That dick of yours is the circumference of a bottle of water. If you stick something like that in a mouth, you could get 'lock jaw.'"

Steve laughed and said, "It goes down a little bit after I cum."

"Either that, or the girl had better have sharp teeth, so she can bite it off."

Steve did not laughed this time, he just looked at Desiree and said, "Do not even joke about that. It is not funny."

Desiree said to Steve, "One more piece of advice, Steve. Do not fool around with married women. If you get caught, and their husbands see that thing, they will take it out by the root."

Steve said to Desiree, "I will have no trouble keeping myself busy with single women, while I am young, and unattached. Like my father, when I find the one I want to settle down with, it will be forever, at least on my part and hopefully, on hers."

Desiree looked at Steve and said, "Somewhere in that head is a smart man, waiting to get out of the mind of the boy."

"Desiree that is the nicest thing you have ever said to me."

"Do not let that go to your head, Steve. I have to shower, and get back into my clothes. I have been here too long and someone may get up and look around. I cannot be found in this room, with you. Your fourth gear will have to be practiced on another, willing, young woman."

Steve said, "You mean this is it? We cannot do this anymore?"

Desiree smiled at him and said, "No, Steve. As pleasurable, and as much fun as you and I had, this was a 'Once-in-a-lifetime-deal.' I needed it to calm down, and you wanted it. We served each other's purpose, and we both had fun. Now, you are back to being my client. I am going to protect you to the absolute best of my ability. This afternoon is going to be very interesting. Keep your head about you, and follow instructions. 

Steve said, "Yes, ma'am."

Moments later, Desiree emerged from the bathroom, naked but toweling herself off. She saw Steve sitting on the bed with a sour look on his face, and asked him to stop pouting.

Steve smiled at her and said, "When the other girls see me pout, they always give me what I want. Why not you?"

Desiree smiled and said, "I have been suckered by more than one pair of moonstruck eyes too many. I am immune to them. Now, get into bed, if you can find adry spot, or go back on the floor, and get some sleep. We have a big day ahead of us." 

With that, she kissed him, dressed, and left the room. She descended the stairs and when she reached the second floor, she saw Fiona sitting there and she was not happy. Desiree said to herself, "I am in trouble." She walked over to Fiona, and sat on the floor beside her and asked, "Am I fired?"

Fiona answered saying, "I should kick your ass, from here to next Tuesday."

Desiree answered, "If you had been awake to do that at eleven o'clock, none of this would have happened."

Fiona said, "Talk to me."

Desiree started telling her everything that had transpired without leaving anything out. She was not worried about the afternoon, she just could not get her body to calm down, and this was the only way she could think to do it, without bothering anybody else. When she mentioned Steve's size, Fiona had to laugh. Desiree looked at her, and asked, "Why are you laughing?"

Fiona explained to Desiree what had happened at Duke Medical Center, when Alletta said to her, "You have a gun in your purse, like I have a Popsicle in my pants." and lost. In payment, she pulled Piker's dick out of his pants, and showed it to her.

Desiree' could not help, but laugh. However, the seriousness of the matter still lay before them. Desiree explained that she had already told Steve that this was a one-time event, and it would never occur again. If changing her detail, to another party served their client better, it would be okay with her. If firing her was appropriate, she was ready for that, also.

Fiona looked at Desiree and said, "I cannot move you from Steve, without it looking suspicious. We will talk about your future, with this organization, after today. If you want to keep your job, be sharp out there, and protect your client."

Desiree said, "I always have, and I always will."

46. "Nerves of Steal"

The FBI knew the nationalities of the kidnappers, but that in five dollars would get you a cup of coffee at Starbucks. They needed their names, and their descriptions. They moved around the globe like ghosts. Therefore, the FBI hunted them like ghosts. Every hotel in a one hundred mile radius of Charleston was contacted to be on the alert, for any group of guests that checked-in, having heavy German or Russian accents. Until some new information came in, all anyone could do was in sit back, go over the plan, and make sure everyone knew it backwards, and forwards.

Meanwhile, at the Charleston Marriott, eighteen Swiss investors were being wined, and dined, by the Charleston Historic Society, in an attempt to fund a project, to protect Charleston's written, cultural, and architectural heritage. After the formal presentation closed, everyone proceeded out to the veranda, which overlooked the Ashley River. It was a beautiful, star-lit, spring evening. The wine, and conversation flowed easily between the guests and society members. All spoke fluent French and had impeccable manners. As the evening ended, the Swiss investors requested another meeting to be set for Tuesday afternoon for a preliminary assessment of costs, and other technicalities. They would be willing to stay for another few days, because they felt that this was an opportunity with which, they wanted to be associated. The members of this Historical Society were elated, and a meeting was set for Tuesday afternoon.

The investors returned to their suites, and continued to discuss the business of the historical society, as two of their members swept the room for listening devices. After completion, they went over the plans to kidnap Dycke Schneider, once more. Their plan depended on timing, overwhelming firepower, and a disappearing act, into the crowds at the malls, for some of them. The main party, carrying Dycke, was to take their recreational vehicle to the river and then high-speed boat to the Charleston executive airport where two, long-range jet aircraft would be ready to go to a friendly, South African, country. Those men left behind, would attend the meeting Tuesday afternoon. They would sign the preliminary contracts, which would seal a worthless deal.

Grigory, aformer Colonel of the Soviet Special Forces, told his men that everything was in readiness. He said, the "RV" is camouflaged and your vehicles are in place. The boat, is in position and the aircrafts engines will be running when you get there. Schneider is worth seventy-five million Euros to us. We must grab him, and get out of this country, before the federal authorities get involved. The local cops are no match for us. His guards are better, but there are too few of them for us to worry about. The machine gun, on the RV, will keep them pinned down, while we grab our prize. You will get out of the country, and I will join you, next week. It would be unseemly of me, to break our host's hearts, and not show up.

At 2 AM., the alert siren sounded at Charleston Air Force base. Men and women rushed to their assigned posts, waiting to hear exactly what their duty orders were. When their commanding officers arrived, they were told that this was a "Homeland Security Alert." The entire military police, and security details were on alert, until further notice. They were to search every vehicle coming onto and leaving the base searching for anything and everything that was out of order. The entire military base was off-limits to civilians except departing and arriving aircraft, with full FAA clearance. Each aircraft was to be inspected, and there were to be no exceptions, until the base was reopened to normal traffic.

At eight in the morning, everyone, at the estate, was on the move. Last-minute messages were passed between Marti and Gary to make sure communications was still secure and that the bad guys had not received notice from their guy, in Switzerland, that something had gone wrong. So far, everything looked good, and they were looking at a ten o'clock departure for the airport.

It was nine o'clock in the morning, in Charleston, and the tour buses stopped, at the Patriots Point museum. Many of the guests went directly to see the USS Yorktown, an aircraft carrier, with a variety of aircraft displayed both on the flight deck, and on the hangar deck. A smaller group went to the USS Clagmore, a diesel powered submarine, and a third group went directly to the gift shop. In less than thirty minutes, members of each of these groups had gone to the parking lot, entered private vehicles, and left the area. They did not stand out in any way, and no one would ever be able to identify them. They proceeded, by their assigned routes, to their staging areas, where they changed into their camouflage clothing and body armor. The four men assigned to the RV waited patiently, five hundred yards northwest of the intersection of Dorchester Road and Appian Way, until no one could see them slip between the tall reeds of sawgrass, and reach the RV, which was hidden two hundred yards inside this undeveloped property. The RV was a restored World War II M8 / Greyhound. A lightly armored, six wheeled, all-terrain, vehicle. Its 37mm cannon was there, but it was not functional. Its biggest threat came from the 50 caliber, turret mounted, machine gun, which rotated three hundred sixty degrees. German troops, trucks, and trains hated the Greyhounds. These vehicles were fast, maneuverable, and deadly, but most of all, they had such a low profile, you could not see them, until they were almost upon you.

At eleven o'clock, the estate emptied and the cars rolled towards the Burlington airport. Marti kept in contact with Gary to see if there was any communication, between the kidnappers. So far, there was none. 

However, as soon as, the pilots reached the aircraft and started their preflight, Gary called and reported that he had him intercepted a transmission advising the people in Charleston, "The 'Eagle' was preparing to leave the nest." The message was not acknowledged. The two lookouts got in their car and proceeded towards I-95. Shortly after entering the highway, a police cruiser pulled up behind them, with lights flashing, and told the driver to pull over, which he did. The officers got out of their car and told the driver and passenger to get out. They were arrested immediately, on the federal warrant. An unmarked black car pulled up alongside them, and the officers gave the FBI agents, the men's cell phones, walkie-talkies, and listening devices. The police kept the handguns and high-powered rifles that were found in the car. The car and license plates were, also listed as stolen. The police officers said to the spotters, "The Feds do not have to charge you two. South Carolina law will put you in prison for twenty plus years, for what you are carrying. Our prisons are not as nice as theirs and our prisoners do not like foreigners."

Dycke's entourage reached the aircraft without incident. The aircraft was going to be fully loaded, with people sitting in the aisles, for the fifty-five minute trip to Charleston. No agent was being left behind. Every agent was needed for today's action and the plan required each one to perform specific actions.

The aircraft arrived on time and taxied into the hangar at 12:50PM. Everyone in the aircraft waited, until the limousine and the Humvees pulled up alongside, which they did exactly at 1 PM. A captain, lieutenant and eight armed airmen met the aircraft, as it rolled to astop, and opened the door. Marti got out and as she was getting ready to greet the captain. He presented her with his FBI credentials and said, "Hello Marti, I am George Smith."

Marti looked at him with a frown on her face.

He said to her, "If we do not laugh now, Marti, the remainder of this day is going to be a bitch!"

Marti finally laughed.

He said, "My name is Richard Gutting. Everyone calls me, 'Little Dick.' You will see why, when I introduce you to '"Big Dick.'" It has no anatomical connotation, I assure you."

Marti said, "You must have a strong 'Ego', to put up with that, all the time?"

Dick said, "Only the agents on my crew call me that. Anyone else winds up in Alaska, during the winter, and Louisiana, during the summer."

Marti said, "I guess other agents hear about it, and learn very quickly."

"Yes. It only took three agents, and four years for the entire Southeast region to learn about it. When the people came off my shit list, and asked for a transfer, the rest of the country found out about it, also. For them, I am Mister Gutting or Richard, until I tell them to call me Dick.

"It is wonderful having power?"

"Having it, yes. However, I do not believe in abusing."

"I agree. Now can we get down to business?" They did, quickly.

The agents got out first and went to their Humvees and then the normal procession into Dycke's new Mercedes. It was enormous inside. It had three full rows of seats with the collapsible row in the center. Alletta, Piker, and Payne sat in the back. Fiona, Dycke, and Marti sat in the center. Joey, Steve, and Desiree sat in forward seat. Milton drove, Grace sat in the center, and Marianne sat shotgun. At 1:03 PM, they left the hangar. 




Having Fun with Dycke and Payne Ch. 09



A telephone repairman, on the south side of Dorchester Road, told his leader what he needed to hear: One car in front, the limousine in the middle, and one car behind. They had done exactly what he had hoped. They had let enough time go by, and they had let their guard down. 

Grigory asked, "Illia are you sure? No one is leaving the airport in unmarked cars, or trucks?"

Illia said, "There is no other traffic leaving the airport, at this time."

Grigory clicked is microphone twice

His henchmen, Illia, disguised as the repairman, put his equipment away, and started down the pole. He opened the rear doors of the truck, and put his tool belt on a post. He walked back to pick up the orange safety cones. He stowed them away, also. He watched, as two cars passed him, with his compatriots on board, to do their part in this very lucrative job. Now, he had to go to the 'Executive Airport,' and preflight the two aircraft. In less than one hour, he would be piloting one aircraft, over the Atlantic Ocean, on their way to the Ivory Coast. He sat down on the seat of the truck, put the keys in the ignition, and fell asleep. He had been shot in the neck, with a tranquilizer dart.

The chase cars were comfortably behind Dycke's entourage, when a supercharged Chevy Camaro pulled up to the rear of a Humvee. The driver of the vehicle kept sounding the horn, of his car and did not stop. Dycke's group moved, between two eighteen wheelers, to let this erratic driver pass. The chase cars would never know that this was all part of a trap, from which they would not emerge. 

The 'shoppers' watched six men, loitering at the edges of their shopping center. They were wearing long raincoats, on a clear, seventy-five degree day. The FBI sharpshooters had been alerted, and the enemies' positions marked on a map.

The 'shoppers' changed into their armor and black FBI clothing. Everyone was in position. They waited, for their opponent, to make the opening move. 

The board was set. The pawns were in place. The bishops were ready to crisscross the sky, while watching, and recording the action below. The knights were in their cars, ready to charge into action. The castles were the, two 18 wheeled, food delivery trucks, loaded with armed FBI agents. The queen was with her king, and his court.

This was not a position for the weak of mind or heart. Black waited for white to make the opening move. As soon as the traffic light on Dorchester Road and Appian Way turned red, white made the opening gambit. The game was afoot. Death would be the endgame.

The End



Having Fun with Dycke and Payne Ch. 10



47. A Very One-Sided Battle.

Grigory stood in the turret of the Greyhound, holding the fifty-caliber machine gun. He was waiting for the first Humvee to reach the intersection of Appian Way. He could not believe his luck when he saw it stop for the traffic signal. He gave the go signal to the driver and his men and they converged on the small convoy.

His men had two problems: First, the left turn lane had an eighteen-wheeled food delivery truck blocking their approach. They had to go around it or under it to get to the limousine, from the southeast corner. Second, the right lane also had an eighteen-wheeled truck that posed the same problem for the attackers coming from the northeast corner. The six men in the two chase cars sat directly behind the last Humvee waiting for the go word. When they received it and started to open their doors, the cars on their left hand side crashed into them and continued pushing them until they were flush against the cars on their right. The men inside started firing their weapons and were cut down from three sides by the men and women of the FBI.

Grigory mistakenly took this as a good sign. He thought the attack from the rear had started, as the Greyhound took its position less than fifty feet in front of the first Humvee. He opened fire with the fifty-caliber machine gun, which cracked and then destroyed the bullet-resistant glass, in seconds.

The agents inside saw the fifty-caliber, and knew that the window was outclassed and dove for cover. The man and woman in the rear of the Humvee got out and used its armor plate as protection. They returned fire using the assault rifles, with the armor-piercing rounds the FBI had given them.

The FBI agents in the back of the two eighteen-wheelers exited the trucks and joined the fray, just as the group from the southeast corner started closing in on the limousine. The FBI showed them no mercy and cut them down in a hail of bullets before they reached the truck.

The men attacking from the northeast corner did not fare any better when the agents who killed the men in the car turned their attention toward them. They cut them down, en masse, as they lowered their heads to go under the truck. The men from the southwest corner had a longer distance to run to get to the point of attack. By the time they were halfway there, they realized that this was a trap. They turned around and rushed back to cover. As Gregory's' remaining men hurried through the bushes into the parking lot, they saw twenty-four assault rifles pointing at them. They stopped instantly.

Alana looked at them and said, "Fire." Not one round missed. If this was a contest, twenty of the twenty-four rounds were in the 'ten ring'. There was no arguing about who shot the other four rounds. Other agents ran north, to try to block the westbound escape route on Dorchester Road.

The men in the Greyhound were unaware of the devastation that had been wreaked upon their comrades. However, more and more armor piercing shells started hitting the RV and it was taking a beating. A dispassionate voice ordered the men in the vehicle to stop firing and surrender, or they would join their friends, who are already dead.

Grigory stopped firing and descended into the Greyhound. He told the driver, Yakov, to follow the escape plan to the Ashley River. Yakov put Greyhound into gear and pushed the throttle to the stops. For its purpose, the Greyhound was very fast. It had viewports that gave it a three hundred and sixty degree field of vision, without turning the turret. However, those inside it could not see what was going on above it. The Greyhound turned west on Dorchester Road heading towards Suwanee Way, at fifty-five miles an hour. If it had passed this way, a few minutes later, it would have been greeted by a hail of gunfire, which might have disabled it. Alana's' group was just out of range and they were pissed that they missed their chance to end this shit.

Gabby sat in the Jet Ranger helicopter, 500 feet above the fighting. She was advising FBI Agent Dick Gutting and Alana of every move the bad guys' were making. When they took off to the west, on Dorchester Road, Gabby said, "Five will get you ten that they are going for a boat ride."

Dick Gutting said, "No bet." He called the Sheriff's Department and told him to advise the people on the river that they were going to have heavily armed company, very soon, and backup was on the way. He issued orders to his troops, who got back into their trucks. One truck went west, while the other one went east. Many agents stayed along with the police to clean up the mess, secure the scene and to try to straighten out the traffic backlog, which now was over a mile long, in every direction.

Two cars did go through the intersection, undisturbed. The limousine pushed the disabled Hummer out of the way and proceeded to the Temples' house, with the second Hummer following behind. Everything had gone according to plan and while they were talking about it, Marti said, "Everything went better than we had planned it. We were extremely lucky."

Fiona replied, "It is amazing how 'lucky' you get when you have good intelligence, study hard, and put all the pieces in the right place. Then, you execute the plan, exactly as you practiced it a thousand times."

Marti said, "Smart ass!"

The professionals in the car seemed at ease, or at least less tense than they were before. The passengers were still in a state of shock. Even Dycke could not find it in him to come up with a joke or something to lighten the mood. There had been so much shooting and noise around them, silence was wonderful.

When they arrived at the Temples' house, Piker said, "Dycke, why don't you stay with us tonight?"

Dycke said, "Thanks, dad, but I've had enough killing for one day. If I am in the same house with Steve, I may be the next one to die, and I would not want that to happen."

Alletta said, "Dycke, you must remember, Joey will be here tonight. She can teach Steve another lesson, if you want?"

"Thank you, mom, but that is violence, also. I have seen and heard enough of that today. However, tomorrow is another day, and we will see what Steve is up to then."

Steve said, "Do I have any say in this?"

Everyone in the car said, in unison, "No!"

Steve said, "Dycke, I swear one day I am going to get you."

Dycke replied, "Steve that is exactly why you have no say in the matter. However, tomorrow I will be over to see Joey teach you a lesson."

Joey said, "Yes! I did not get the fire my gun today, because my job was to protect Alletta. Tomorrow, I can take my frustrations out on you, Steve. Isn't this a wonderful world we live in?"

Dycke said, jokingly, "Can I hear an 'Amen'?"

Eleven out of the twelve people in the car raised their voices and said, "Amen!"

One voice said, "Oh shit!"

Eleven people laughed. Steve chewed on his tongue.

Payne asked, "Is it okay if I come over and stay with you?

Dycke said, "Do you remember the bet that you lost?"

Payne replied saying, "Marti, Fiona, Gracie, and whoever else is there will see me!"

Dycke said, "They are sworn to secrecy. They will only take pictures."

"You are incorrigible. If I am naked, you will be, also. Then I will have them published."

Dycke asked Piker, "Dad, I own a newspaper, right?"

"Yes Dycke, you do. It is a daily paper in Cannes, France. It is exceedingly profitable, and runs pictures like that all the time. It will not be a novelty at all."

"I guess they can airbrush my face out if I want?"

"Dycke, you own the paper. If they do not do what you want them to do, just tell them that you will close the newspaper or hire new staff," Piker said.

Payne said, "Daddy, are you ever going to take my side?"

Piker said, "When your mother starts paying all your bills, I will start taking your side again."

Payne screamed, "Daddy, that's not fair. She has the first penny her great grandparents gave her. She is so tight with her money she probably does not remember where all of it is. When you told her she was a millionaire, I bet she thought it was a one followed by nine zeros."

Alletta looked at her daughter and said, "Do not be funny, Missy. Everyone knows that it is only eight zeros." Everyone in the car started laughing.

Piker looked at his wife, who had a sly smile on her face and winked at him.

As they pulled up in front of the Temples' home, Marti received a beep on her walkie-talkie. She put the earpiece in and listened to the conversation: Gabby was relaying a message that the men in the Greyhound were now in a twin-engine powerboat on the Ashley River, heading east towards the harbor. Units were being put in place behind them, if they turned around. The units in front of them were on high alert. The FBI had alerted the Coast Guard just in case the boat got through the defenses that were set up in front of them. Gabby announced that the boat had just entered the U-turn of the river and would be in sight in less than two minutes.

Her next announcement was, "Contact!" Two people in the boat were down. The boat was turning around, and the left engine was on fire. One man had jumped overboard and was swimming for the South shore. The man on board the boat was westbound. The engine was still on fire, but the boat was moving very fast; no one knew why that engine has not exploded, as it was burning like crazy. Dick Gutting cut in to say that the man who had jumped overboard was shot and killed, while attempting to escape.

Gabby called in and said, "Alana and company are lined up on the northern shore, waiting for the boat to pass. There is less than one minute, before they see the boat." There was a short, tension filled, pause, and then, "Contact!"

Over the next thirty seconds, a thousand rounds of armor piercing shells riddled the boat from stem to stern. Both engines exploded, and the man driving the boat was torn to pieces. There was not enough left of him for a positive identification.

Marti took the earpiece out of her ear and said, "It is all over. They are all dead, except for the computer expert in Switzerland and the lookout across from the airport. They will be useful to the FBI to return money to those who were kidnapped. I hope that some of that money will be given to families of the people that died trying to protect them."

The Temples stepped out of the limousine. They started walking towards the house and Alletta stopped, turned around, and said to Payne, "You have school tomorrow."

Payne said, "Oh shit! I forgot. Can I leave from Dycke's house?"

Alletta said, "You get to bed early. No, let me change that statement. You get to sleep early. Do you understand me, missy?"

Payne said, "Yes mother, I understand."

Alletta looked at Fiona and said, "I cannot ask you to be a hall monitor, but if you hear her giggling after midnight, shoot him."

Fiona responded saying, "I cannot shoot him. I am saving for a wedding dress and he signs my paychecks."

Alletta nodded and said, "Then move her to a separate bedroom."

Fiona replied, "I can only do that if he lets me, because he signs my paychecks."

Steve laughed and said, "How do you like it, mom, when he has you on this short leash?"

Alletta said, "I do not like it, not one little bit."

Payne said to her mother, "If you give me access to your money, I may come home."

Alletta turned to Piker and said, "Do you see what you have created? You told her that I have a million dollars and she has become a money-grubbing woman."

Piker looked at his wife and said, "I'm sorry, my dear. My tape recorder was not on. Would you, please say that again?"

Alletta reached down, picked up some loose stones by the side of the walkway, and threw them at her husband. Her aim was so good that every stone hit Steve in the chest.

Steve yelled, "What did I do?"

Alletta said, "It is not what you did, it is what you are."

Steve asked, "What am I now?"

Alletta said, "You are a man, and you take after your father."

Desiree went into a fit of laughter and Fiona had to hit her on her back to get her to stop. When they were able to look at each other, they both smiled at their 'inside' joke. After all, it was April Fools' Day!

48. Time and Tide Wait for No Man...or Woman

Gary opened the door to Dycke's house, after hearing the limousine drive up. It was going to be good to have company again. He loved his computers but sometimes one needed to talk to someone. He walked outside and greeted Marti as she exited the car and congratulated her on an excellent and well-executed plan. Marti told him that he was the reason for their success. The pats on the back for everyone continued throughout the day. Everyone involved in the shooting had to file a report. Even though this was under the aegis of the FBI, they had to take care of the paperwork, immediately, while everything was fresh in their minds. It would be gone over with a fine-tooth comb at the Bureau, to make sure some Civil Libertarian or someone from the ACLU could not come up with a complaint. It would not matter to them how many people had died at their hands, or how many more people would have died this time. The kidnappers had used deadly force to get money and death was the right way to end their reign of terror. It was served to them with the cooperation of the FBI, Interpol, and Dycke Schneider's private army.

Dick Gutting and George Smith stopped by at 7 AM, Monday, to pick up the reports and to congratulate Marti on her group's portion of the assault. Not one member of their FBI team had suffered an injury, and their superiors had given them high praise for their efforts. However, Dick said that he did not want to do this again, for a very long time.

Marti looked at them both and said, "Once in a lifetime is more than enough."

Dycke thanked both men personally before he left, and reminded them to send the bill to Mr. Temple's office.

Dick Gutting said, "It may be a long time in coming, because we have seized two very expensive jets at the executive airport. We have account numbers at banks all over the world. We will have to do some forensic accounting, and when you are talking about over seven hundred million dollars, and fifteen or more kidnapping cases to solve; you might not receive a bill for a year or two, if ever."

Dycke said, "Thank you" once again and left to take Payne to school.

Payne arrived at Northwood Academy unobtrusively Monday morning. She entered through the front doors, which students rarely use, because the parking lot was in the rear of the school. She had Gabby assigned to her, now that she was back at school. Gabby was thirty-one years old, and could not pass for a teenager. She had short, red hair, and a muscular build. Anyone threatening Payne, and seeing Gabby nearby would back off very quickly, to avoid an altercation with her. When Payne and Gabby entered the administrative offices, the secretary asked how she might help them. Payne laughed and said, "Hello, Mrs. Wilson, I am Payne Temple... the newly transformed Payne Temple."

The secretary looked at Payne with an open mouth and finally shouted, "Everyone, Payne Temple is back, and you will not believe how good she looks." The office staff, including the principal and vice principal, stuck their heads out of their offices to see the new Payne. They gathered around her, as if she was a movie star. The questions came at her, fast and furious, until the principal put an end to it. He said, "Everyone, go back to work. Payne would you go to my office and sit down, please?" He looked at Gabby and said, "Who are you?"

Gabby replied, "I am Payne's shadow. Where she goes, I am close behind. She is never out of my sight."

The principal said, "I will not have that in my school."

Gabby yelled, "Payne, we are leaving. Get your ass out here, now."

Payne was standing by Gabby, almost before the sentence finished, with a frightened look on her face. Gabby took her by the arm, and started marching her out of the office. The principal asked Gabby to stop, and Gabby did. He said, "Would you both, please, come into my office?"

When everyone was seated in his office, he asked what was going on.

Gabby asked the principal, "Have you read today's newspaper?"

The principal replied, "Who has not? That shootout at Appian Way is all over the newspapers and will be talked about for months. They said the kidnappers were after Dycke Schneider, the young man who had inherited millions of dollars."

Gabby said, "Payne, show the principal your ring."

Payne put her hand on the desk, and the principal's face went white. He said, "Please tell me that is not real."

Gabby replied, "Over thirteen million dollars' worth of real. The kidnappers were not only after Dycke, they would have taken either Dycke or Payne, because they are engaged, or any family member that was in that car."

"Oh my Lord, Payne, you were in that shootout yesterday?"

"Yes sir, right in the middle of it."

"How the heck did you have the courage to come to school today?" The principal asked.

"I have Gabby with me."

"Okay Payne, here is what I will do. I am going to write a note, for Gabby to carry around with her. I will talk to each of your teachers, the vice principal, and campus security to tell them that we have an armed security agent guarding you at all times. I am going to give you my cell phone number so you can contact me at any time. The vice principal's cell phone number is here, also. You have a lot of work to catch up on but I will excuse all your absences because of extenuating circumstances. Good luck Payne, now go to class."

Payne stood up and said, "Thank you, sir. This is going to be a very tough week. Everyone is going to want a piece of the new me, and I have to get back into study mode." She took off her ring and gave it to Gabby. She proceeded, a little fearfully, down the hall to her first period class.

The principal picked up his phone, as soon as Payne and Gabby left his office. He called Payne's first period teacher and everyone else involved, to let them know that she and her escort had his full, and unfettered approval to be together on school property, at all times. When Payne walked in to her first period class, the teacher did not introduce her to the class, she simply said, "Please take your seat." Gabby walked to the back of the class and sat at an empty chair, by the wall. There were whispers around the entire room. The students were wondering whom was the beautiful newcomer who had entered their class, and why was there a woman sitting at the back of the classroom, watching them.

The teacher continued with the French lesson and the conjugation of verbs and nouns and asking students, at random, to say a sentence or two using the words they had just learned. Then, she pointed at Payne and said, "Payne would you use these words in a sentence, please."

Payne stood up and used the three words on the board in a perfect sentence, and sat down. There was not a sound in the room.

The teacher looked around and asked, "Is there something wrong with this class, today? You have no nasty remarks to throw at Payne Temple today. No terrible remarks about how ugly her face is? You do not want to tell her to hide her head in a bag. You do not want to be mean to the ugliest girl in the school, any longer. How many of you boys entertained the thought that you wanted to date this girl -- or something less respectful, even -- as soon as she walked into the room? I hope she shoves all your faces into the dirt for the rest of the term, just like you shoved hers in the dirt, for all these years."

As all good teachers seem to be able to do, when she finished chastising her students, the bell rang and she said, "Class dismissed."

All her classmates surrounded Payne like a mob. They wanted to touch her, and talk to her, and Payne became afraid. It did not take fifteen seconds for Gabby to get to her. She was throwing students left and right to make room for Payne to breathe.




Having Fun with Dycke and Payne Ch. 10



Gabby said to the Payne's classmates, "If you ever mob her like that, again, I will not be as nice as I just was."

The boys she had thrown two aisles away were wondering, "If this was nice, what would she do to us, if she were angry?"

Gabby took Payne by the arm and escorted her out of the room, and asked her if she was okay.

Payne said, "I am a little shaken, but otherwise, I am intact."

A voice was yelling Payne's name from down the corridor, but neither Payne nor Gabby could see who was calling out. Finally, a young woman charged through the crowd and ran towards Payne. Gabby was about to stand in front of her, but Payne put her arm out and stopped her. She opened her arms, as Cynthia Morgan reached out for and clutched Payne to her chest. They cried in each other's arms, for a while, until they could look into each other's eyes.

Payne looked at Cynthia and said, "How did you recognize me?"

Cynthia replied, "Steve told me to look for the most beautiful girl in school, and when I saw you, there was no doubt in my mind."

"You sure do know how to make a girl feel wonderful!"

"So do you, girlfriend, so do you."

Payne said to Cynthia, "You know I should be angry with you, but I cannot be."

"Why should you be angry with me?"

"I wanted to kill Steve, but you told me he said something nice about me, so now I cannot kill him. Maybe I will just castrate him."

Cynthia cried out, "Please do not do that."

Payne asked her, "Why?"

Cynthia dropped her head and said, "He just asked me to go out with him, out on a date."

"He did what? Do you know what his reputation is? All he is going to want to do is get into your pants and I will kill him if he does."

Cynthia smiled and said, "I know, that is why we are going on a double date, with you and Dycke."

Payne smiled, "You sneaky devil, you."

"I am also putting pins in my underwear. So if he tries anything, you will hear a loud cry of pain coming from your brother's mouth."

"When are we doing this?"

"I want to go Saturday night, if it's okay with you?"

"I will tell Dycke. It will be fine with him."

"Okay, I have to run to class. I hope to see you after school. Goodbye, Payne."

"Goodbye, Cynthia."

Every class was a replication of Payne's first class. By the time her lunch period came, the entire school knew to look for, and knew who she was. They also knew about Gabby and everyone kept a respectful distance when they talked to Payne, either in class or in the hallway. The best part of her day came after the last bell. Payne and Gabby walked into the parking lot, where the big black limousine, with Dycke holding the door open, waited for them.

Dycke was dressed in a dark suit, tie, and hat. The students stopped in their tracks, as Payne and Gabby got into the car. The limousine drove, slowly, through the parking lot and out onto the street. Dycke pushed the button that lowered the privacy window separating the front and back compartments. He crawled through, into the back, and asked Payne, "Did you enjoy my little surprise?"

Payne laughed and said, "It was the highlight of my day, and there were many of them."

He asked her if she wanted a snack and she said, "I'd love a hamburger."

Dycke turned around and said, "Milt, Wendy's please."

"Okay, Dycke. Wendy's it is."

Dycke made a few phone calls to see if anybody else wanted something, and it seemed that everybody wanted something. After everything was tallied up and put in the trunk of the limousine. Payne's hamburger run cost Dycke a little more than eight hundred dollars. Of course, that included Payne's medium Diet Coke, French fries, and a cookie.

Dycke's parents returned from their 'vacation' in New Zealand extolling the beauty of that country. Their only regret was the loss of communication with the outside world. While they were on tour with their guides and agents, for some reason their computers and phones did not work. Therefore, when they walked in the door, the first thing that they wanted to do was to catch up on the news with Dycke and Fiona. However, the first thing they saw, when they walked into their house at 6 AM, was Payne walking around barefoot and in one of Dycke's T-shirts, that barely covered her ass.

Payne was nonplussed. She ran to Chad and Bacillica and said, "Welcome back mom and dad. Did you have a great vacation?"

Bacillica said, "Yes we did, Payne, we had a wonderful time. Where is our son?"

Payne said, "That sleepy head is still in our bed. I will go wake him up and tell him you are home." With that, Payne turned around and ran upstairs; her hips moving so Chad and Bacillica could clearly see she was not wearing panties. They looked at each other in wonderment. They knew there had been some changes while they were gone. However, they had not anticipated this one change.

Dycke came charging down stairs and grabbed his mother and said, "Welcome back mom." He kissed her and then did the same to his father. He asked them where they had been, because no one would tell him.

His father said, "If it's okay with you, Dycke, we would like to get out of the hallway and go sit down and talk in a more comfortable place. Apparently, many changes have taken place since we have been gone, and we would like to hear about them. After that, we will tell you all about our trip."

"Absolutely, dad, anything you want is fine with me. Let me go upstairs and throw some clothes on, and I will meet you down here in a few minutes."

Fiona came out of the den hearing all the talking in the hallway, and greeted Chad and Bacillica. She told them that they might want to take out pen and paper, because so much had happened since they were hurried out of the country, it would almost be too much to remember it all.

Chad looked at her and said, "Are we talking about good things or bad things?"

Fiona looked at him and said, "Right now, they are okay things."

Chad looked at Bacillica and said, "Oh my!"

Payne came bounding down the stairs, twenty minutes later, dressed for school, and said that she was sorry she could not stay with them longer. However, she would be with them all evening, when she got home, to listen to the stories about their trip. Then she kissed Chad and Bacillica and said "Goodbye."

Bacillica turned to Fiona and asked, "Did Payne just say to us 'when she got home?'"

Fiona smiled and said, "Yes, she did."

Bacillica asked, "Would you like to explain that to us?"

Fiona said, "No, I think I'll let Dycke do that."

Chad smiled and said, "Chicken!"

"I would like to live long enough to get married."

Bacillica said, "Who am I going to kill for this?"

The voice behind her said, "Me!"

They turned around to see Dycke standing there, with a big grin on his face.

His mother said, "Alright wise ass, get into the den, you have a lot of explaining to do."

For the next several hours, Chad and Bacillica listened to the stories Dycke and Fiona told. Most of the stories were factual; and not open to interpretation. Some were funny. The remainder was frightening. One of the more frightening ones included them. Their computers and phones were not broken. They were kept off the air, so that no one could trace their whereabouts. No one knew how good the kidnapper's technology was. Marti did not want to take a chance and have the kidnappers find them, while they were in the wilds of New Zealand. The most frightening was Sunday's altercation at Appian Way. Bacillica thanked God that children are so resilient, because if it were she, sitting in that car, she would have had a nervous breakdown. She looked at her son and asked him if he was truly all right.

Dycke replied, "Mom. Marti and Fiona let us watch and participate in the planning of the assault and the defense of the limousine. We watched how meticulously they put together their plan. They worked on it from every angle, including land, air, and sea. I have never seen anything like it. While we sat in the car, preparing for the worst, I never had one doubt that the kidnappers would get close enough to us to cause us any harm. None of them got past the trucks. That was the plan and that was how it worked. Marti told the FBI people the other day that we got lucky. Fiona told them that it is amazing how lucky you get, when you have good intelligence; you develop a good plan; everyone memorizes it down to the last detail and, everyone follows the plan."

Chad and Bacillica laughed when Fiona slapped Dycke on the back of his head and told him never to quote her, out of context, again. She said, "You forgot to tell your parents that the bad guys did not know about the armored car."

Dycke's parents said in unison, "Armored car?"

"Yes dad. You saw the Mercedes parked down the block?"

"You mean that thing, by the swale, that takes half the area of the playground?"

"Yes dad, that is it, "Dycke said.

"That is yours," his dad asked.

"Well, I have not paid for it yet, but I am going to, because it saved my life and the lives of everyone that was in it."

"How much is that going to cost you, son?" his dad asked.

"It will cost me fifty thousand Euros dad."

"Where are the papers? If you do not want it, I will buy it."

"It is a little tough on gas mileage and my uncle demands prompt payment. If he does not get the money before April 15th, he will not be able to pay his US taxes and he will become destitute."

Chad looked at his son and said, "Yeah, right.

"I will buy it, through one of the corporations, and lease it to your company, for one dollar per year, as long as I can use it, when I have the need."

"You drive a hard bargain son, but I believe I can live with it."

"Dad, I have to start getting ready to pick up Payne at school. I want to surprise her, when she comes out of the building. Unless there is something else you want to talk about now, I am going to run upstairs and shower.

"Yes Dycke, there is one more thing we need to talk about. The stadium at the school will be finished in about seven weeks. What dedication do you want on the scoreboard?"

"That is easy, dad. Name it "The Chad and Bacillica Schneider Sports Complex." You can design the lettering and the configuration of the scoreboard; just make it big enough to contain the entire name."

Bacillica said to her son, "Dycke, your name deserves to be up there."

He said, "Mom, most of the people at that school hate me and I dislike most of them. I asked dad to build this complex because we made a deal, with the principal, who I like, and the teachers, who were very good to me. As far as I am concerned, I hope the students never remember I went to that school."

After Payne had been taking classes for three weeks, her teachers gave her every test that she had missed. She surprised them all by getting grades no lower than ninety-five percent on any of them, and acing most of them When they asked her how she did it after missing seven weeks of school, she told them about the discs she listened to while she was in an induced coma. They all listened to her, in awe, not really believing that such a thing was possible. However, here Payne was, having missed seven weeks of school, scoring higher than ninety-nine percent of the students who had attended class daily. They told Payne, that it might be a good idea to put the other ninety-nine percent to sleep.

Payne replied, "My father's insurance paid a lot of money towards my care. The part that was not covered by his insurance cost my fiancé a little bit less than half a million dollars."

The teachers were stunned by the cost and started coughing. One said, "For that amount of money, I will take every test for a student, through his Master's degree." The other teachers laughed, but nodded in agreement.

May 23rd was both senior day and Prom night. Seniors would have half a day of school and go home to prepare for their big night of revelry at the Hilton Hotel and Spa. Payne had other ideas. She asked Dycke for permission to take a few 'friends' for a luxury weekend, to Bermuda. When she got back, she told him, she would own them. She was ready to get even with the people that gave her the worst time while she was in school.

Dycke smiled at her and said, "No more, 'Miss Nice Girl'?"

Payne replied, "There are four weeks remaining until the end of school. I want to see how many hearts I can break between now and then. They had years to break my spirit, now it is my turn. The Reign of Payne is here, Let the games begin."

"That is my girl. Go out there and get them, Payne. Give them no quarter. I will be at your side, whenever you need me."

49. Trial by Fire

When they were getting into bed, on Friday evening, Dycke asked Payne if she was feeling okay. When Payne asked him, "Why," he said that she was flushed and had a little perspiration on her upper lip and forehead.

Payne looked at Dycke and said, "I have just made my list of who I'm going to get even with first, and I am a little worked up over it."

"Can I help you in any way?"

"Including us, how many people can the jet hold?"

"When you talk about us, you are talking about four people, you, Fiona, Gabby, and me. We can carry eight more people, including us."

"Okay Dycke, here is what I want to do: I'm going to spread the word around school that after the Prom, I am going to take four of my friends and their dates for an all-expense paid weekend to Bermuda, by private jet. I will tell Cynthia and Steve they will not be coming in advance, so their feelings will not be hurt. I would like you to book a suite for us and Fiona and Gabby. I want you to book the smallest single rooms available for the eight others. When they are with us, we will pay for everything. If they go out on their own, they are on their own."

"I know someone who is very good at doing that kind of stuff. She might be willing to help."

Payne asked, "Who is it?"

"Your mother!"

Payne's face lit up with a smile and she said, "You know, sometimes payback is a bitch."

Dycke asked Payne, "Can I do anything to help calm you down?"

In her best southern accent Payne asked, "Why sir, are you making advances towards me?"

Dycke replied, "Miss, I am coming on to you, as Sherman took Atlanta and Grant took Richmond. However, I expect you will fight, like Lee at Gettysburg."

Payne said in response, "Sir, I suspect at the end of the battle of Gettysburg, you anticipate being General Meade?"

"Indeed, you are a brilliant young woman."

"In that case, sir, history is about to be rewritten: 'The South shall rise again!'"

"Off with you clothes, woman, your mother wants you asleep by midnight. I must exhaust you by then."

Payne took off her nightshirt, and surprised Dycke by being naked underneath. She grinned at him, lasciviously. She attacked him head on, instead of waiting for him to attack her. Payne did not mind hearing Dycke say that he was always on the giving end and she was on the receiving end. She knew it was always a good-natured ribbing. Tonight, she was going to give and he was going to receive the best she had ever given him.

Payne trapped Dycke under her body. She held his arms down with her hands and kissed him on his face, neck, and chest. Her left knee was between his legs, trapping his underwear, between his knees. He could not maneuver his body because he could not move his legs. Every time he tried to move one way, Payne moved her body in the opposite direction, as a counterbalance.

Realizing he was trapped, Dycke had two choices: He could use his arms and throw her off him, which would piss her off; or, he could let her do what she wanted to do and see where it led them. As he considered these two options, he decided that Payne was too close to his balls for any dramatic action. If she got angry with him, she could do him irreparable harm with one quick strike. He decided that discretion was the better part of valor, and let her continue leading the way.

Payne sucked on Dycke's nipples, each in turn. She was happy to see that his rose just like hers, not as high or as hard, but it proved to her that she was turning him on. Another part of Dycke proved that he was turned on, and she had not even touched that, yet.

Payne continued kissing Dycke's body along his rib cage down his flat stomach to his, adorable, belly button and down further to the unruly growth of hair that surrounded his penis. She decided at that moment that she was going to become a stylist, one of these nights, and clean up this area completely. She did mean completely. She realized that in order to get him to go along with her plan, she would have to go first. As she began looking around his balls, she thought she should make a little game out of it. She would have him shave her, and when he was finished with her, she could talk him into shaving him completely, or at least give him a military cut.

Payne's head was moving rapidly up and down on Dycke's dick. It was swollen to capacity, and her tongue and saliva was making it as slick as oil. Dycke wanted to grab Payne's head and force it deeper and deeper onto his pride, but did not want to hurt her. She did not give him head as often as he would like, but their sex life was outstanding, by any measure that he knew. She was free with her body any time he wanted, and enjoyed what he did with her. When they were together, she always had multiple orgasms, and she always caused him to have several climaxes. As far as he was concerned, they were a perfect match.

Dycke's penis swelled in Payne's mouth and she knew he was getting ready to blow his load. She moved her head down, as far as she could take it in her mouth, and then she pushed a little harder and put another two inches of his prick into her throat. She started to withdraw, and continued the up-and-down motion, as she reached the top of his penis she stopped. She went back down and returned his back into her throat. Again, she heard Dycke moan. She wondered what he was feeling that was so different. She pulled back, did it again, and received the same sound. She pulled back once more, wanting him to come. With complete abandon, she drove her head down on Dycke's penis and wound up with Dycke's entire manhood in her throat. Her eyes opened wide, as her mouth touched his pubic hair. Had she really just done this? Was she crazy? She knew how big he was and she could not possibly have all that meat in her mouth and down her throat. If he swelled up, she would suffocate. She would not be able to breathe.

She heard Dycke moan loudly, he grabbed her head and yelled, "I'm coming!" She felt his sperm shot down her esophagus for what felt like minutes. He was in 'fire hose' mode again, but she knew, this time, she would not be a mess. When he finally finished, he released her head, and Payne -- slowly -- started to pull her head off Dycke's prick. She started her up and down motions, to get every drop of fluid out of him. It felt as if it took her an hour to get all of his length out of her throat and mouth. When it finally popped out, she was able to breathe in huge gulps of air.

Dycke looked at Payne, and as her eyes met his, he said, "That was fantastic! How did you do that? What possessed you to try it? You told me that you would never even think about it?"

Payne looked at him and said, "I just wanted to go a little deeper, which I did. I went down an inch maybe a little more. The last time I was going down, I went down too fast. You were so wet, you just slid all the way down, and I wound up with my nose against your stomach. I did not move. I was too scared to move. Then, you came and I did not taste a thing, because you were past my taste buds, so everything just went down my esophagus and into my stomach. It was, really cool. The scary part was, when I had to take it out of my mouth. I never thought it would stop. It just kept coming and coming and coming. Finally, I felt the helmet pop past my lips and I was able to breathe. I did not even realize, while it was in my throat, that I was not breathing.




Having Fun with Dycke and Payne Ch. 10



Dycke looked at Payne and said, "I can now say that the most beautiful lips, on the most beautiful face attached to the most beautiful woman at Northwood Academy has touched my belly while sucking my cock."

Payne looked at him and said, "Are you going to say that in sky writing, on senior day?"

Dycke said, "Only if you bribe me."

Payne said, "I will pass on that offer."

"Is it my turn now?" Dycke asked.

"No, you do not get to it turn around tonight. I am in charge and you will do what I say."

"Yes, Mistress."

Payne said, "Lick my pussy, while you get that thing to wake up. It is disappointing me. I may have to punish it."

Dycke replied, "Yes, Mistress, it lives only to serve you."

Payne decided to bite the tip of Dycke's dick, just as he always nibbled at her nipples and clit to excite her. She wanted to see if it had the same effect. She smacked Dycke's hands away from his precious organ, and lowered her head around it. She licked it with her tongue, which made him moan and then nipped it with her teeth. She got the reaction she expected: Dycke tried to push her away, in fright and pain, and his dick hardened like steel.

Payne pushed her dripping pussy onto his engorged prick before Dycke could start telling her how mean she was to bite his pride and joy. She was not making love to him, not exactly anyway. She was using him like the base of the trampoline. She would bounce down and he would spring her up, in the opposite direction. She was driving herself like a piston, moving up and down at multiple revolutions per minute. She was chasing her orgasm and exhaustion at the same time. Dycke was lying there, doing absolutely nothing, with his hands behind his head and a grin on his face.

Payne's breathing started to labor and her movement became somewhat erratic, but she would not give up. She looked down at Dycke and saw him smiling up at her and she became furious. She hit him in the chest with both her fists and she pressed them down, holding him where he was. She refocused her eyes on his, rather than on the wall and continued her piston-like movements. She was so close she could taste it. She needed something to tip herself over the edge and she could not think of what to do to get there.

Dycke decided to help. He grabbed Payne's left arm, and tried to move it. She fought him, but he was stronger. He dragged her arm down his body to the place where they were joined. He forced her hand open, and pushed her fingers into her vagina, alongside his dick. He did not have to force her to rub her fingers through her labia. He helped her move her fingers faster and faster, as she moved her hips up and down on his staff, quicker and quicker. When she reached her clit, she zeroed in on it and rubbed it, with total abandon.

Dycke removed his hand, as her mind coordinated both efforts. Payne's head snapped back, her eyes closed and her mouth opened as she screamed silently and sweetly in her self-induced orgasm. As she was coming down from her high, her body lay down on top of Dycke's and he stroked her hair gently. After a few minutes, he whispered in her ear, "I hope you do not think we are finished. It is only 11:15 PM and I have not made love to you yet."

Payne looked at him and said, "What do you think we just finished doing?"

"I do not know what you just did, Mistress, but I just got used as a dildo."

Payne looked him in the eye and said, "Dycke, you are so full of shit. While I was doing all the work, you were lying on the bed, with such a big grin on your face, watching my breasts bounce up and down. You were enjoying every minute of it."

"I did not say I did not enjoy what you were doing. I said that we had not made love, yet."

Payne said, "Dycke, sometimes you are pain in the ass."

Dycke replied, "It is going to happen, sooner than you think."

Payne looked at him and said, "What?"

"Would you like water before we start making love? Or are you too tired and want to go to sleep?"

"Dycke, am I missing something?"

"Payne, I asked you a very simple question, please follow along. Would you like water before we start making love? Or, are you too tired and want to go to sleep?"

"I think I must be tired because I think I'm missing something here. Could you get me some water, please? I want to go to sleep."

"Okay, I'll be right back." Dycke grinned as he walked to the bathroom to get Payne her water. He knew he had slipped one by her again and it would gnaw at her for a few days, until she realized what she had missed, or until she forgot about it, completely.

The next day at school, Payne asked Cynthia for help with her project. When Cynthia found out what it was, she volunteered, immediately. She was not happy that she was not going to be there, but understood Payne needed to do this alone. After the police had confirmed Cynthia's rape, her friends had apologized for their behavior and resumed their friendships with her. Cynthia had forgiven them, but not forgotten how they betrayed and abandoned her. She knew helping Payne was going to help her get back at the people who had abandoned her in her time of need.

Most of Cynthia and Payne's childhood friends still went to the same high school. Cynthia saw them every day. She made a point of dropping the news of Payne's largesse, not directly to these friends, but to seniors who would definitely talk to these girls. They would have to come to her for information. Within a few days, all five girls on the list had called her at home or on her cell to talk to her. She told each the same thing: At the prom, Payne was going to pick out four friends and their dates and take them on an all-expense paid trip to Bermuda for the weekend. There were no strings attached. This was a gift given to her, from her fiancé, Dycke Schneider.

When the girls asked Cynthia what the criteria was to be chosen, she calmly said, "I am not sure. I think Payne is going to put the prettiest girls at the prom around her, because she has been considered the ugliest at school for twelve years. I know she is not going to pick me because I do not qualify. I think you might have a chance, but you have been terrible to her over the years, She may hold that against you. I would love to go to Bermuda on a private jet. My date and I, plus ten of my best friends? That is the way to live. I am going to be so envious of those who are chosen."

Cynthia left the little meeting and peered over her shoulder to see the girls deep in conversation. She took her cell phone out of her purse, and asked, "How did I do?"

Payne said to her, "You should have joined the acting club. You would have been their star performer. You were perfect Cynthia, absolutely perfect!"

"Thank you, Payne. Coming from you, that means a lot."

"You're welcome, Cynthia. Now go home and take your karate lesson. You are going out with Steve tomorrow and you will need all the help you can get."

"I will have you there to protect me."

"Yes, you will."

Steve had been escorted to school and back home, every day that week. However, while he was at school, he had no one guarding him, or so he thought. Desiree was not constantly at his elbow, warding people away from him, so he was able to talk to his friends and even make a date for the weekend, with Cynthia. He had just finished telling his parents that he was going out for the evening with Cynthia and no one had insisted to escort him. He thought the good old days were back and he was a free man, once again. He opened the front door and saw Desiree standing there.

Desiree said, "Hi Steve, what movie are we going to see?"

"What are you doing here?"

"My job, of course."

[ALL THAT STUFF ABOUT STEVE BEING A FLIRT COMES OUT, IF YOU INTEND TO KEEP THE PART ABOUT HIM REALLY LIKING CYNTHIA.]

Steve sighed; obviously, his social captivity was not over. "Okay, let's go. I do not want to be late to pick up Cynthia."

"Is she supposed to be the next notch on your belt?"

"Please do not talk about her that way. She was raped by three men, late last year. This is the first time she is going out with anyone. I want it to be special for her, and show her that not all men are animals."

Desiree said, "I am sorry, Steve, I am glad you told me about her circumstances. I will treat her with kid gloves. If you make any mistakes, I will cut you off at the knees."

Steve asked, "Why the sudden change of heart?"

Desiree just stared at him, and did not answer his question. She said, "You wanted to get going, so let's move out."

Steve started walking to her car and then it dawned on him. He took her by the arm and said, "Desiree, you were raped?"

"Let's go to pick up Cynthia."

Steve said, "I am so sorry, Des, I really am."

"It was not me, Steve. It was my sister. She was raped and murdered. The asshole was never caught. If he ever winds up in a database, his ass is mine."

"If you need any help drawing him out, I am your man. I will do anything in my power to help you."

"Thank you, Steve. Now get your ass in the car, so we can pick up Cynthia."

Payne and Dycke were already at Cynthia's house waiting for Steve's arrival. When Steve knocked at the door, Payne answered it and said to her brother, "Let me see your hands."

Steve stuck his hand out in front of him and Payne smacked him with a ruler, she had hidden behind her back.

Steve howled in pain. "What, on earth, did you do that for?"

Payne said, "That is just a hint of the pain you will feel, if you hurt her."

Steve asked, "Can I talk to Cynthia alone, please?"

Payne had to acquiesce. "She is in her room, last door on the left, up the stairs."

Steve took the stairs two by two, and ran to Cynthia's door. He knocked on it and Cynthia said, "Come in."

Steve looked at her and thought she was beautiful. She was wearing a nice spring dress, which complemented her hair and eyes. He walked over to her, and kissed her on the cheek. He said, "We need to talk for a moment." Cynthia sat down on the edge of her bed and Steve sat in the chair across from her.

Steve said, "Cynthia, I like you very much. My sister thinks that I am after you just put another notch on my belt. I want you to know, nothing could be further from the truth. If I wanted sex, I could go to any of the girls I have been with before and have them in bed, in moments. I am not ashamed to say that I am able to accomplish that, because I have been sexually active for a very long time. Tonight, it is different. I genuinely want to go out with you, for a different reason. I would like to get to know you. I want to see if there is something between us, which we can build on. I found out at school, that you are going to UNC. That made me very happy, and is one of the reasons I approached you. If you were not going to the same school I am, I would have kept my feelings inside and not said anything. Long-distance relationships do not work, and ours would have been brand-new. Tonight and every night we go out, I promise that I will be the perfect gentleman. I know that you have heard that before, but this time it is true. The man, who defiled you, will be in prison for the next fifteen years and as far as I am concerned, that is not long enough. If, and when our relationship gets to the point, where we want to become physically intimate, you will have to make the first move. I will never force you to do anything against your will. I will not take you to a movie that you do not want to see, or a restaurant where you do not want to eat. This I promise you on my mother and father's good name."

Steve motioned to Cynthia to be quiet by putting his finger in front of his mouth as he kept talking. He walked over to her bedroom door and opened it, quickly. Payne fell into the room, because she was caught off balance. She landed flat on her face with her arms stretched straight ahead of her. Cynthia laughed at Payne. Her friend was caught ease dropping on their conversation. What made it even funnier was the way she was shamefully spread on the floor in her room.

Payne looked up at her brother and said, "You son of a bitch. How did you know I was there?"

Steve said, "Payne, you are like one of Pavlov's predictable dogs. You could not wait for me to close the door, so you could put your ear to it. You could not wait to have Cynthia tell you what went on. You had to know firsthand. Where possibly could you have gotten that character trait from, I wonder?"

Payne got up from her prone position, and sat on the floor. She said, "Our mother. You are not smart enough to have thought of that, by yourself. Why do I have this gnawing feeling that you have been talking to that twerp of mine?"

Steve feigned a look of disgust and said, "I don't even like him, much less want to talk to him."

Payne looked at Steve and said, "You could not even say that with a straight face."

Cynthia chimed in and said, "Are we going to sit here all night, and go over family problems or am I actually going to be able to go out on a date?"

Steve said, as he reached for Cynthia, "We should leave her on the floor and go by ourselves."

Payne was on her feet in a flash, and said, "You have no chance at taking her out unescorted."

Dycke met them as they walked down the stairs. He went to take Payne's hand and she said to him, "You are a dead man."

Dycke looked at them and said, "What did I do? I was down here."

Steve smiled at him and said, "This may be my only way to get even with you."

"That is it, Steve. You are getting a Yugo."

The seating arrangement at the movie could be considered nothing less than hysterical. From left to right there were Desiree, Steve, Cynthia, and Dycke. In the row behind Steve and Cynthia were Payne and Fiona.

Every time Steve moved, Desiree and Payne hit him. It did not matter what he was doing, he was hit for doing it. If Cynthia moved, Payne and Fiona hit Steve. When the movie ended and they walked outside, Steve's hair was a mess and his head hurt from being hit multiple times. As they approached the cars, he turned to his assailants and said, "This shit has to stop. If Cynthia wants to go out with me, it is none of your damned business. I want to be with her, but I do not want to be beat up for holding her hand. It has to be her decision, not yours, Payne. Cynthia you have to tell her what you want. If you want me to continue to take you out, tell her to back off. If you want me to back off, I will not call you again and we will still be friends."

Cynthia smiled at Steve and said, "Steve tonight was a test. They made me do it, because they do not trust you. I did and I do want to go out with you. You can go out with me, and no one else. You are in for a long dry spell, if you can handle that; I would like us to continue. If you cannot, I understand. Payne, I could not have come this far without you. I love you like a sister, but even sisters fight over boyfriends. I want to go out with your brother, without your interference. Please say it is okay."

"Cynthia he knows if he hurts you, I will kill him, with my bare hands. I am glad you are strong enough to make this decision on your own. You do not need my okay, but you have it anyway."

Dycke jumped in to lighten the mood the group was encountering and said, "Who wants to go for pizza and egg creams?"

Simultaneously, Fiona and Desiree said, "Pizza and what?"

Payne laughed at them, and said, "It will take too long to explain. Let's get into the car, you will love it."

50. The Plan Begins To Unfold.

The prom was one week away, and Payne went to the lunchroom and asked, "Gail, Annabella, Jessica, and Savannah to join her for lunch. She said to them, "I was not going to do this until prom night, but my mother told me that you would need time to prepare. In addition, I need to get permission from your parents and the parents of the boys going with you. Each of you would need your passports to go to Bermuda with me."

The girls were ecstatic that they had been chosen.

Payne continued, "I want you to know that this was a very hard decision for me. Once upon a time, you were my friends. Then as we grew older, you ostracized me, just like everyone else because of the way I looked. This is the way I should have looked all my life. I have lived twelve years with the stigma of being called 'the ugliest girl in school.' I am no longer the bearer of that title. I chose you four, because everyone else in the school has treated me as bad, or worse, than you have. At least with you four, I have some memories that are not so terrible. Tomorrow, at eleven o'clock, I need you and your date for the prom and one parent from each of you, at my house. I need them there to sign a release my father has drawn up. It will release Dycke, our parents, and me, from any liability, if anything were to happen to any of the eight of you while we are on vacation. These are the rules and they are very simple. Dycke and I are engaged. We have been sleeping together for a very long time, and both our parents know this, and approve. I do not wear my engagement ring to school, for obvious reasons. I will show it to you Saturday, when you are at my house. When we go to Bermuda, he and I will be staying in his suite. For obvious reasons, we have booked each of you a single room. They are not connected but they are on the same floor. We did this so that your parents would be at ease. What you do on your own, is none of our business. When we go out as a group, Dycke and I will cover all expenses. If you decide to go out by yourselves, you will cover your own expenses. The limousine will leave at eleven o'clock, to the Charleston airport. If you are late, we will leave without you Do you have any questions?"

Gail asked, "What if our parents will not sign the release?"

"The next person on my list is Tia. We will call her and her parents as soon as we know who will not be coming. It is very simple."

The four girls looked at each other and knew what they had to do. They thanked Payne for inviting them, and apologized for any past insults and pain they caused her. The bell rang and everyone left the table to proceed to their next class. Payne grinned to herself. She had taken the first step in her plan to get even. Tomorrow, if the parents signed the release forms, step two would be accomplished.

Alletta Temple had a caterer set up the brunch for thirty people on the back patio. Dycke arrived early to see if he could help, but was brushed aside as a nuisance, rather than an aid. He went up to Payne's room and found her primping for the morning's event. He approached her and was about to kiss her, when she said, "You had better not mess up my makeup."

"You do not need makeup. You are so radiant, and you are going to blind them, as soon as they walk in."

"Normally, I would hug you for saying something that beautiful to me, but today I have to work, so behave yourself."

"Yes, Mistress," he said with a smile.

Payne looked over her shoulder at him and said, "One day it will be me holding the paddle."

Dycke replied, "I cannot wait!"

Payne finished with her hair and makeup, and stood up and walked to her closet. She took out her dress and pumps and removed the dressing gown she was wearing. She was naked underneath and Dycke gasped. She put on a pair of sheer panties and a matching bra, which did nothing to abate Dycke's ardor. Payne then put on a pair of thigh high stockings and Dycke feigned a faint on the floor.

Payne looked at him and said, "Very funny, Dycke. Get up and go take a cold shower, and make that thing behave."

Dycke looked at her and said, "Mistress, you are the only one that can make it behave."

She looked in the eye and said, "Today, you may carry on 'by hand.' I will make it up to you tonight."

"Your day as my naked plaything is going to come sooner than you think. The abuse you have laid at my feet today is more than I can bear. Bermuda will be the perfect day for that activity."




Having Fun with Dycke and Payne Ch. 10



"You would not dare."

"What better way to show those for four girls, how free you are, and not have to hide in the back seat of the car or steal a moment in a bedroom to make love. Think of them looking at your pussy, leaking my sperm and your fluids while answering the door to let them into our suite. Think how shocked the girls will be when they see you. Think about how hard the guys are going to get, just looking you. Let us give them a show they will never forget. "

Payne could not believe what he said and how brilliant an idea it was. It would startle her former friends, to see her in all her glory. She looked at Dycke and nodded her head. She approached him, and kissed him passionately, not worrying about her makeup.

Dycke said to her, "Now I need that cold shower."

All their guests arrived within minutes of each other. Alletta greeted each of them warmly, and told them that food awaited them on the back patio. Alletta told the four girls that Payne would be down in a moment. When Payne walked out on the patio, the parents who had not seen her in many years were astonished at how marvelous she looked. She greeted each of them, then took her 'friends' and their boyfriends into the den. They talked and laughed for almost an hour, until her father called them out to the patio.

Piker asked each teenager to sit with his or her parents. He asked each of them to listen carefully to what he was about to say. He handed out a copy of the release form, to everyone in attendance. He advised them that this was very serious business and not to take it lightly. Piker said, "In the wake of things that had happened in recent years in the Caribbean, your signatures on this form are necessary, before your children would be allowed to accompany Payne and Dycke to Bermuda. This contract explains everything that Dycke and Payne are responsible for and nothing more. They are not there to babysit your children, but to enjoy each other while on this mini vacation."

He explained each clause in the contract in detail. He recorded everything he said, so they could be no arguing later. When he finished, he asked each of them to take the time to reread the contract. He needed the contracts back, by Sunday evening, if their child was going. If not, their seats would be given to the next young person on the list. He ended by saying, "If you wish to stay, and read the contract, please feel free to do so. There is food, coffee, and soft drinks for everyone. Thank you for your attention."

The backyard exploded into conversations. The eight teenagers were imploring their parents to sign the document immediately. The parents hesitated, because they wanted to make sure that everything Piker Temple said was in the contract. Teenagers can be very persuasive, especially the girls. Each girl looked into her father's eyes, batted her eyelashes, put her head on his shoulder. They did everything possible to convince their fathers that this was a wonderful opportunity. He could send her on a vacation, which would cost him 'next to nothing.'

The words '... next to nothing...' was music to the fathers' ears. Each of their daughters had cost them dearly during their high school years, for everything from designer shoes to one hundred dollar haircuts.

After an hour of conversation, the parents sent their children away. They wished to discuss this trip amongst themselves. They knew, even though the Temples had taken the precaution of getting single rooms for their children, the possibility of sex occurring, during the weekend, was more than just the possibility. The discussion did not last long. Each parent had to make a decision for his or her own child. In the end, the decision was unanimous. All eight teenagers were allowed to go to Bermuda.

They asked Piker to rejoin them on the patio, and told him of their decision. He replied saying, "If you are absolutely sure, I have pens in my office. You can sign your form in there and I can give you photocopies to take home with you.

After all the signing was done, Payne's friends were ecstatic and could not wait for next Friday to come. It was going to be an experience of a lifetime, in more ways than one!

Payne's dress for the prom was stunning. It was a gold strapless, ankle-length sheath, with a slit, in the back, running up just higher than her knee. She had a short, matching jacket that covered her shoulders, and wrapped around her bust. She wore her mother's pearls around her neck and her engagement ring on her left hand. She looked stunning. Dycke wore a tuxedo made of the finest virgin mohair, tailored to perfection. He, also, had a trick up his sleeve that only those involved knew about.

Marti was uneasy about tonight's affair, or so she said. It was decided that they would go in force. There would be two Humvees in front of the limousine, and two behind it. They arrived at the prom exactly at 7:30 PM, and Dycke and Payne were escorted in by four agents. Pictures were taken and the party, which was already underway, came to a halt for a moment to watch Payne's entrance. Except for the music, you could have heard a pin drop. Immediately, she was surrounded by the four 'friends' she was taking to Bermuda. They wished to be in the spotlight with her. They were part of the "In-Crowd" and they all felt that tonight Payne would be crowned Prom Queen. Wherever she was, they were going to be there, with her. Dycke had to pry them away from Payne so he could dance with her. He took her in his arms and began to dance with her.

Payne looked at him and said, "You have been taking lessons."

He said, "This is only the beginning. I have much more in store for you, as time goes by."

"If it is as good as this, I cannot wait."

As the evening wore down, the crowd around Payne got closer and closer. Dycke stuck both hands in the air, and shortly thereafter, Gabby showed up. Upon seeing Gabby standing at Payne's side, the crowd backed off. Payne was very relieved. So was Dycke, who had tried to control the crowd, but could not do it.

The principal called the seniors to order. He went on to announce the name of the Prom King. He said to the seniors that the vote was not even close. Then he announced the name. "Steven Temple." The male members of the school were shocked. The female members of the school cheered, as one. The head cheerleader was Cynthia Morgan.

The principal then announced the name of the Prom Queen. "Payne Temple." The male members of the school applauded wildly. The female members of the school applauded politely, except for the four girls who surrounded Payne and going with her to Bermuda. They applauded with vigor. Steve, who was already on the platform, applauded as his sister approached. When she arrived, he kissed her on the cheek and congratulated her on her victory.

The brother and sister began their victory dance. They were soon joined by the remainder of the senior class. It was a nice, slow dance, and Payne put her head on her brother's shoulder. She whispered to him, "Thank you bro, for trying to protect me all these years. I could not have survived without you."

Steve had tears in his eyes when he looked at his sister's beautiful face and said to her, "You have always been this beautiful, in my eyes." He kissed her cheek softly.

As it neared eleven o'clock, the principal again took the microphone and said, "Those of you who need to know the time, it is five minutes before eleven o'clock. Eight people scurried to their tables, grabbed their belongings, and said goodbye to their friends. When asked where they were going, they said they were going to Bermuda with Payne. Jealousy could be seen on all of the faces they left behind.

The eight men and women walked outside. They were greeted at the limousine by agents who asked them to wait there. Ten minutes later, Dycke and Payne strolled out of the prom. Payne apologized for her lateness, explaining that people would just not let her go by without saying something to her. It would have been impolite for her not to answer. The men and women agreed with her. They were told the seating arrangements by one of the agents. The men would be split up: two were going in one Humvee and two in another. The women were all going in the limo with Dycke and Payne and her security team. No objections were heard. When they arrived at Charleston airport, and approached the hangar, everyone knew something was up, except Dycke. All eyes turned towards him.

He asked, "Why is everybody looking at me?"

Fiona responded saying, "You are the one with the checkbook, and that does not look like our Gulfstream."

"Maybe the pilots fed it its Wheaties?'

"Boss, do not tell me you went out and bought another airplane."

"Okay, Fiona, I did not go out and buy another airplane."

Fiona looked at Payne and said, "Hit him, hard."

Payne tried to raise her hand, but Dycke grabbed it before it could reach lethal level.

Payne's friends sat there listening to the conversation, in awe. They never knew anyone that could go buy an airplane that big, and not even think about it. Their families were well off, but this kid was rich beyond their wildest imagination. How in the world had 'Plain Jane Payne' landed somebody this wealthy, when she looked like she had been run over by a truck? This guy must really love her. They were told to board the aircraft and look for their nametags on their seats.

The Boeing 717 was configured for thirty seats on this trip. The interior of the aircraft was gorgeously appointed and when they walked down the aisle. They found that their seats were towards the middle. The seats were luxurious and there was plenty of legroom. Other adult passengers, who they did not recognize, moved past them towards the rear of the aircraft.

Finally, it was Dycke and Payne's turn to get on and they scurried up the walkway and into the aircraft. Fiona and Gabby stood by the front door waiting for the last four guests. They emerged from another limousine that had just driven up. Piker and Alletta Temple, along with Chad and Bacillica Schneider, started up the stairway and into the aircraft.

Payne looked at Dycke and said, "What have you done now?"

Dycke said, "We had four extra seats. I filled them."

The engines started and one crewmember started the safety instructions, as well as, checking their seatbelts to make sure they were securely fastened. Fiona could not figure out why she was the only person on the aircraft sitting alone. She was in the very last row, in the back of the aircraft. Finally, a very short person, in a flight uniform, sat next to her as the lights in the aircraft dimmed for take-off. As the aircraft's nose lifted off the ground, Fiona who was looking out the window heard the person next to her say, "Hello slave."

Fiona hit her head against the window and said, "What the hell are you doing here?"

"I told you the world was not big enough for you to hide from me. Now, kiss me before I pinch your tits."

She turned, smiled at him, and kissed him. Fiona said to him, "Bob, I cannot fool around this weekend, I am working."

Bob short said to her, "That is funny. Your boss assured me that you were off this weekend. Do you want to check with her or are you going to believe me?"

"I believe you, but I have to find out what the security arrangements are for Dycke."

Bob picked up the phone that was between the seats. He dialed the number, Dycke had given him, and Marti picked up. Bob said to her, "Marti, she will not take my word that Dycke is covered for the weekend. Can I spank her now, or do I have to wait until we get to Bermuda."

Marti said, "Let me speak to her."

Bob listened as Fiona received her orders for the weekend, as Marti dictated them to her. She kept saying, 'Yes, ma'am,' repeatedly. She then handed the phone back to Bob.

Marti said to him, "If she doesn't walk on this aircraft, Sunday afternoon, bowed-legged and smiling, I am going to want to know the reason why. If she is not, one of your testicles will be mine."

Bob said, "Yes, ma'am." He hung up the phone, with a smile on his face

Fiona asked, "What did she threaten you with, your balls or your life?"

"My balls and I have become quite attached to them."

Fiona leaned over and put her head on his shoulder, and rested peacefully for the remainder of the one hour and forty-five minute flight to Bermuda.

When they arrived, it seemed that every limousine on the island was there to greet the aircraft. Dycke and Payne went to the front of the aircraft, to speak with their parents. Dycke told them that they were going to a different hotel, with their agents. They would see them back at the aircraft at five o'clock, Sunday afternoon. Then they said goodbye to their parents, as the departed the aircraft.

Dycke then made an announcement to the remainder of the people in the aircraft. He asked them to feel under their seats for an envelope. "In it," he said, "is the number of your limousine, and your room. Your bags will be delivered to your door within minutes of your arrival. Do not give a gratuity to any staff member. If staff accepts anything from any member of our group, and management finds out about it, they will be fired, on the spot. Charge all hotel items to your rooms. Everything has been taken care, in advance. Everyone there should greet you with the biggest grins you have ever seen. Now, all you have to do is go enjoy yourselves. We will see you here at the aircraft at 4:30 PM, Sunday, for a 5:30 PM departure."

Dycke and Payne walked down the ladder to their limousine and waited until Bob and Fiona joined them, along with Gabby and Marti. They then drove off to the Elbow Beach Hotel and Spa, which was five minutes away from downtown Hamilton. All the others got into their designated cars and followed suit.

At 8 AM, Payne called all four of her 'girlfriends,' who were not appreciative of such an early wake-up call. Payne said, "What do you want to do, sleep your vacation away? I will be on the beach by nine o'clock working on my tan. If I am the only one with a suntan, you will have some explaining to do to your parents."

The girls had made a big mistake, during the night. Arriving at the hotel at 2 AM, they should have gone straight to sleep, but they did not. Instead, they went straight to bed with their boyfriends, for some unhurried sex, in a very comfortable bed. They did not get to sleep until the wee hours of the morning, and if Payne's plan worked out, they were going to pay for it, dearly.

Fiona on the other hand, knew what was going to happen to her. When she got to the hotel, she found herself in a suite of rooms, laid out for her and Bob's entertainment. With the exception of one couch, and a plasma television, all the furniture in the living room had been removed. The floor was covered with heavy mats and a sign in the middle that said, "Arguing is limited to four hours. No clothes can be worn, during that time. If you cannot find something better to do, during those four hours on the mats, while you are naked, remember my final parting words. Have fun, Marti!"

Fiona looked at Bob and said, "I wonder what she left us in the bedroom?"

Bob said, "The things you find in there should be from me."

Fiona walked into the bedroom and saw two cans of whipped cream, a bottle of chocolate sauce, cherries, and strawberries. She looked at Bob and said, "Not again?"

Bob grinned and walked over to a cabinet, and opened it. The freezer compartment of the refrigerator was filled with gelato and ice cream and sherbet, with enough flavors to keep them busy for a month. Bob asked Fiona, "Would you like your dessert on the bed now, or would you like it in you later?"

Fiona looked at him and said, "Bob, I have not gotten laid for more than a month. Would you stop fooling around and fuck me?"

Bob said to her, "Say please." As soon as the words left his mouth, Bob ran out of the bedroom, with Fiona was hot on his heels. Before she reached him, he yelled, "Remember the sign."

Fiona said, "Fuck her."

"Shall I tell her you disobeyed orders, and insulted her?"

"Bob, why do I always get into arguments with you over the little things?"

"What I have waiting for you, is not little, so strip woman and come and get it."

Fiona had fire in her eyes, and lust in her heart, as she ripped her clothes from her body. She said to Bob, "Do you want to cry uncle now, or do you want to wait, until you are in pain?" She did not wait for an answer. She charged at him, like a raging bull. Much to her surprise, Bob stood there, with open arms, until she hit him, and they fell to the floor.

Bob folded like an accordion. He knew she would be off balance, after she hit him, and they fell to the floor. Once they were down, his hands and mouth went into action. His right hand went straight for her pussy, forced two fingers in to her wet hole, and searched for that elusive spot on the top of her vagina. His mouth went to her right breast and bit her nipple, softly. His left forearm was around her neck, in a chokehold, to keep her in place until his attack started to take effect.

Fiona moaned as he attacked her body. She screamed at him, "You don't fight fair."

Bob said to her, "You should know that about me, by now."

She kissed him passionately, as she grabbed his balls. She whispered to Bob, "You know the old saying, 'When you have him by the balls, his heart and mind will follow.'"

Bob said, "Yes."

"Let go of my neck, and I won't rip them off."

Bob, immediately, followed orders, but continued his attack on her pussy, with his thumb on her clit and two fingers inside her.

Fiona played with his balls, while his dick grew, in size and strength. When she was ready, she turned quickly and mashed her pussy on Bob's mouth. Her mouth plunged down on his dick, and she swallowed him whole. She did not gag as he entered the top of her throat. She hummed, while she plunged up and down, while playing with his balls. Feeling him swell to his largest size, Fiona knew he was close to coming and withdrew a few inches of him from her mouth. Rotating her hands and mouth in opposite directions, and humming louder than before.

Bob removed his mouth from Fiona's cunt. He arched his hips almost 18 inches above the mats, and screamed as he released a torrent of semen into her mouth.

Fiona did not miss one drop. She continued the up and down motion, with her hands, and sucked every drop of his essence from his long, thick pile driver. When he was completely emptied and cleaned, she sat up. She rotated her hips, back and forth, along his tongue and fingers. She was getting the tingling feeling in her stomach and her nipples were long and hard. She moved a hand to her clit, to help bring her over the top. It was her turn to scream as her body past the threshold, and she came and came again.

While she was sitting there regaining her senses, collapsed on Bob's face, she was being tapped on her thighs.

When she realized what was happening, she said, "Oh my God, Bob!" She, quickly, lifted her body off his face.

Bob looked at her with a smile on his face and said, "If I am going to die, that is the way I want to go."

Fiona pulled him up into her arms, kissed him, and made sure that he was all right. Bob looked at her and said, "You cannot get rid of me that easily. I have laid out a bunch of money, talking with your mother, hiring the hall and reserving the church. I will not allow you to walk down the aisle, and not have the groom waiting for you."

Fiona looked at him, stunned. She said, "I never gave you my mother's phone number or address. How did you find her?"

"Fiona, what was my former occupation?"

"You were a goddamned spy, you son of a bitch. What did you do, get one of your friends to find her?"

"No, I did not. If you kept in touch with your mother more often, you would know that she has a Facebook page."




Having Fun with Dycke and Payne Ch. 10



"Oh, fuck, mom!"

"Is that nice way to talk about your mother?"

"So, when am I getting married? Did you leave anything for me to do? Did you leave anything for my mother to do? You are not leaving these mats alive, to hell with your deposits."

Bob said, "I would like to say something, before you kill me. Your mother picked out the church and the hall. I asked her to quit her job. She is coming to live with us, in an apartment in my building. She will be here July 1st, or sooner. She put the house up for sale, and only bringing her clothes with her. You can go shopping with your mother, to furnish her apartment, any way she likes. As far as, what you have to do, it is a very short list: You have to make up a list of the people you want to invite. You have to pick out the invitations. You have to set a theme, for the wedding. You have to pick out the flowers, arrange for the limousines, and a hotel for our guests. You have to buy a wedding dress..."

Bob continued going on and on, until she had enough. Fiona yelled at him, "Stop. I get the picture. I have a few things to do, but between now and...when?"

Bob looked at her and said, "Dycke did not tell you? I told him to tell you, before you guys went into hiding. I wanted you to have something happy to think about, while you were under all that stress."

"I will kill that little bastard for not telling me. So, tell me, before I start beating you to a pulp."

"September 2nd, Labor Day weekend."

"You're lucky you gave me three months to do all this. It still will be tight, but I will get it done."

"Alletta and Bacillica said they could get it done two weeks."

"They knew, also?"

"Yes, it was no secret. I told everyone."

Fiona had had it. She was the only one he did not tell, and now, he was going to pay for it. She hit him with an open hand on the back of his head. She said to him, "Defend yourself, you are going to look like mincemeat in a moment."

He looked at her and smiled, "I beat you two out of three before. I will do it again, if you want?"

For the next three hours, they made love, fought, made love, and fought again. In other words, they had a great time. Finally, they took a shower together. Bob started washing her, the way he did at home. When he was finished, he forced her against the wall and started playing with her pussy and ass, once again.

Fiona was tired and kept saying, "No." However, the way her body was reacting to his attention, it was saying, 'yes.'

Bob kissed her rear end and approached her pussy from behind. He spread her legs wider, to make access to her garden, easier. He fed her desires with his passion. He stroked her clit with his thumb and her vagina, with his tongue. Fiona moaned into the wall. She knew he had memorized her body, and its pleasure points. He did not miss one. He even found a few not even she knew about.

Bob put a hand on her breast and massaged it, gently. He twisted her nipple, to bring her out of her euphoria and back to the present. He wanted her so much; he could do this forever. She was breathtaking. Her body was long and lean, and every nerve responded to his titillation. As she approached her orgasm, she lowered her body and pushed back, her ass. Her little star was wide open to him now, and his tongue attacked it with vigor. It took time for her to relax the muscles around it, and his tongue slipped right in, when she did.

Groans came out of Fiona's mouth, as she had an intense orgasm. Her pussy was leaking like a fountain, and Bob captured the fluids, in his hand. He rubbed it over and inside her sphincter. He slipped one, and then two fingers into her, and her knees buckled, from the heightening sensation. He stood up and placed his penis at the entrance to her back door. He asked her to relax and if penetration hurt, to tell him.

Fiona nodded her head, and waited for it to happen. She did not have to wait long. Bob pressed the head of his dick against her tiny opening, and pushed into her bowels. He heard her take in a sharp breath, and he stopped and waited. When she relaxed, he started to push in deeper. He drove in two inches, and pulled back one. He continued this rhythm, until his pubic hair met the cheeks of her ass. He stopped again, and waited for her to tell him she was okay.

Fiona felt full to capacity. He had not hurt her, as he so often promised her, and had proceeded with her pleasure in mind. She started moving her ass away from him, and then moved back, forcefully, to get him as deep as possible. As the minutes passed, Bob joined in her movements. He did not thrust into her. He pressed into her slowly, and let her set the pace. He started playing with her pleasure button, and a breast, at the same time. He waited for her to respond.

Fiona did respond to this stimulation and started moving faster. She demanded, "Fuck me hard."

Bob moved both hands to her hips and drove into her, as deep and as hard as he could. He received a pleasure packed "YES" in response. He kept pummeling her straight in and out, for a few minutes, and then he changed his rhythm. Bob rotated his hips, to all corners of the wind, to keep Fiona guessing, which way he was coming at her next. He kept pounding and pounding into her, until he was nearly exhausted. He said to Fiona, "I am going to come."

She yelled at him, "No, not yet, I am almost there."

Bob redoubled his efforts, until moments later Fiona yelled, "Now!"

Bob blasted his semen deep into her at the very same moment Fiona came. He stood, frozen in his position, unable to move. When his mind cleared, and his body relaxed, he leaned over her exhausted body, and began kissing her back, and neck. He rubbed her breasts and pulled on her nipples. He pulled his shrunken organ from her, and it was followed by a rush of his seed. Fiona sank to the floor because she was so tired.

Delicately, he washed her, while holding her in his arms. He dried her, with the large fluffy towels and brought her to their bed. He kissed her lovingly and said, "Nothing and no one will bother you, while I'm here. Go to sleep and I will wake you, at ten o'clock. I love you, very much."

Fiona never heard him. She was asleep.

51. Saturday is Fun Day!

Dycke and Payne were on the beach at nine o'clock in the morning, eating breakfast. Payne's friends did not start showing up until nine forty-five. Each of them looked like they had a hangover. Payne acted as if nothing was wrong. She inquired about their health, because they all looked terrible. She started talking, nonstop, about the prom, the dresses and the girls that with there. She could tell, by the looks on their faces, that her talking was causing a deleterious effect. Her friends were facing the sun, and they had not taken their sunglasses with them. They were in more pain now, then when they came out to the beach. She loved it, and prattled on and on, until she ran out of things to say, about the prom, the flight to Bermuda and the wonderful hotel. If it was possible to make four gorgeous girls, in tiny bikinis, look like they were about to die, Payne had done it. She looked at them and asked, "What is wrong with you guys today?"

Annabella looked at her friends and said, "We all got laid last night and we didn't get to sleep until around five or six o'clock this morning."

Dycke laughed and said, "Too much information; I am going to find something to do. You girls can talk about what happened, by yourselves." He then turned to Payne and said, "Steve would give his eyeteeth and one of his nuts to hear this conversation." He kissed Payne goodbye and started walking towards the hotel. As he did, Marti got up from her lounge and followed him. Gabby was keeping a close eye on Payne.

As soon as Dycke was out of earshot, Payne said, "Okay girls, out with the dirt. I have waited years to get into this kind of conversation."

Gail said to Payne, "You mean you didn't get laid last night."

"No. It was very late and we both went to sleep. We can screw any time we want in the privacy of his bedroom or mine. Our parents know about our relationship. As long as we do not walk around the house naked, they let us lead our lives like a married couple. We are not going to get married until after we graduate college, but that does not mean we have to be celibate until then."

They looked at Payne with envy in their eyes. Gail said, "I would give anything to be able to live like you."

Payne told them what a wonderful lover Dycke was, and that they had learned how to make love, together, by going to the U.S.C. Library. She told them that they had each taken the other's virginity and it was a wonderful and loving experience. She explained that Dycke made love to her three more times, that morning, and then they fell asleep. It was not until Dycke's mother walked into the room, saw them naked on the bed, together, and yelled his name that they knew they had been caught in the act.  

Savannah said, "If my father walked in to my room and found me in bed with a boy, he would skin him alive, and he would beat me to within an inch of my life, for losing my virginity before marriage. I am tired of having sex on the sly. Last night was the first time we made love in a bed. It was an exhilarating feeling and if I could have woken him up this morning, I would have been much later getting here." Gail, Annabella, and Jessica told Savannah that they faced the same problem. They always had to do 'It,' within a time limit. They had to be at home at a particular time. If not, their parents seemed to know what they had been doing, and the war was on.

Payne laughed and said, "Well, the cat is out of the bag, now. Your parents thanked mine, for getting every one of you your own room. However, they said to my dad that you would probably be having sex this weekend, even though they had taken this precaution. If your parents said that to mine, they know all of you are sexually active."

The four girls looked at each other, in amazement. "Our parents let us come to Bermuda, knowing that we would be screwing around?"

Payne grinned and said, "You are here, aren't you?"

Savannah said, "My God, I am free of that burden. I hated lying to them but I had no other way to get around their rules."

Jessica agreed. "My parents are probably the most liberal, of the four of us. They still gave me 'that look,' when I would walk into the house a little late. I am not saying that they will let me have sex in my own bed, but maybe they will loosen the collar around my neck."

Annabella did not want to be left out of the conversation. She jumped and with both feet and said, "My parents do not know that I am on the pill. I have to find clever spots to keep my mother from finding them. She is in my room every day cleaning it up." The other girls agreed with her.

Payne looked at Annabella and said, "There is one way to keep your mother out of your room. Clean it yourself. Keep it spotless. Dust everything, including the walls, and she will look at your room, and think that you have changed. She will go through your room for a while, checking to see if you have thrown your things into a closet, instead of the hamper. If you clean your room at night, and make your bed before you go to school, she will think that her yelling and screaming at you, for not doing it, has finally paid off. My parents have not been in my room, without me being there, and more than five years."

"How can you prove that they have not been in your room, if you are not in there? You cannot see what they are doing, or when they're doing it."

"I set up little traps that are hard to recognize. A tiny piece of paper placed under my door, when I leave for school, tells me someone has been there, or not. A paperclip in my underwear drawer or any other item I can think of can be proof that someone has been there. Steve knows better than to enter my room. If he does, that makes his room fair game, and believe me; he does not want that to happen."

Savannah asked Payne how she knew all these tricks.

Payne said, "I did not have any friends, because of the way I looked. While I was at home, I read everything and anything that was there. When you read as much as I do, you learn many different things. The only person that can best me in that area is Dycke. I am learning not to bet with him anymore. He has paddles and they have met my rear end, many times. When my cheeks are red, he stops. Then, he kisses and licks them to make me feel better. We make love for hours, after he teaches me a lesson."  

The girls could not believe their ears. Jessica said, "He beats you and you are still with him?"

"It is a tradition, in my family, when you lose a wager; you pay up with your body. My mom uses the paddle on my dad, and he uses it on her, especially when they are feeling frisky. They are frisky almost every day, and I can hear them even though I am two bedrooms away. Dycke got the idea from them and I am learning not to take Dycke lightly. He is the smartest person I know, and he tells that to me every time I make a bet and lose. He hits me five times on each cheek. After that, it is all pleasure."

Gail asked in a whisper, "How big is he?"

The other girls blushed, bright red, but Payne did not hesitate. "I have never measured him, but I can tell you this, He gets stuck so deep in my throat, that I cannot breathe. He is also wider than my wrist."

Jessica laughed at her. She said, "That midget cannot be that big."

Payne laughed and said, "When you lose this bet, are you willing to pay your debt with your bodies? Think hard before you answer that question. Your boyfriends are here, and they will be the beneficiaries of your doubt."

"Have you ever won anything from Dycke?" Annabella asked.

"Yes, I have won his heart, and he has won mine. When we met, he did not have a dime to his name. The first time we saw each other, I was naked. I had fallen into his pool, and my mother told him he could go to his parents' room and apologize. We looked at each other, and something special happened between us. His first words to me were, 'My God you are beautiful!' I asked him if he was blind. He said, 'No.' He said things to me that no one had said before, wanting nothing more than to hold me. We embraced, for the longest time, until my mother walked into the room. She turned around and left to get my clothes. I spent all night with him, first trying to kill him and then trying to kill him with kindness. Our love grows deeper, every day. He is so generous and thoughtful, that sometimes I wonder how I got so lucky."

Annabella looked into Payne's eyes and knew she was telling the truth. She asked, "Does he have any brothers?"

"I am sorry, but no he does not. He has two married sisters."

Jessica wanted to get back to the bet. She asked Payne, "What do we get when we find out that you are not telling the truth?"

"If you want it from me, the only thing I have is my engagement ring and I will not part with that ever. If you want something from Dycke, all you have to do is ask him."

Jessica replied, "I want to know from Dycke what I can have before I take that bet."

Payne said to her, "Make sure to ask him what he wants when you lose. I still have one bet that I have to pay off. Regardless of where we are, one day he will ask me to pay up. I will be his naked slave for twenty-four hours. If someone rings the bell, at home, I have to answer the door. I have to make all the meals and serve them naked. If he has a marching band come to our backyard, I have to serve them their beverages. The only thing he will not let me do is share my body with anyone else. I do not know whether to be afraid, or aroused, but I know he would never hurt me." She looked at Gail, Annabella, and Savannah and wanted to know if they thought she was lying and wanted to bet against her estimate of Dycke's length and width.

Jessica answered for them saying, "Why not wait until we can find out from Dycke, what we can have, and what he wants us to put up if we lose?"

Payne said fine and she stood up. She looked towards Gabby and yelled the word, "Dycke." Gabby nodded, and picked up her cell phone. Five minutes later, Dycke approached the girls.

When he sat down, he asked, "Are you ready to have some fun, or are you going to sit here all day?"

Payne explained the situation to Dycke and he broke out in a broad smile.

Jessica said, "He is bluffing."

"Okay, Jessica. What would you like if you win the bet?"

"I want a Porsche, and an expensive one."

Dycke looked at her and said, "Agreed. That will only cost me about three hundred thousand dollars. What do I get, when you lose?"

Payne asked, "Before you answer that, I want to know if the other girls are going to bet also."

With the sound of the word, Porsche in their heads and the rest of their brains in reverse, Savannah, Annabella, and Gail said, "Yes."

Dycke asked, "I suspect all three of you want Porsches, also?"

Savannah and Gail said yes, but Annabella asked if she could have cash equaling the amount of the most expensive Porsche.

Dycke agreed without hesitation and then said, "Girls, what do I get out of this?"

Jessica looked around at her mates and said, "Name your price."

Dycke asked for a moment to think, even though he and Payne had already talked about this. He tapped his fingers and looked up into the sky, pretending to bide his time. He looked back down and said, "Since I know all four of you are not virgins and have had multiple boyfriends throughout high school, this is what your price will be: I want you and your boyfriends to come up to our suite and have an orgy, that lasts all night. I want you to switch partners as many times as you come. Payne and I will not participate, we will only watch. Do you agree?"

The girls knew he was correct about their sexual activity. However, they had never performed anything sexual, with anyone else around. Gail asked Dycke if they could have a moment to talk it over.

Dycke said, "You do not have to make a decision now. If you agree to my conditions, be in our suite, at seven o'clock. If you are not there by seven, I will know that you have backed out of the bet and Payne and I will go out for dinner and dancing. Shall we go out now and have some fun?"

Everyone, including Payne, yelled "Yes!"

Dycke led the girls into the hotel and told them that he had rented ten jet skis for the remainder of the day. He said, "Call your boyfriends and tell them we are leaving in fifteen minutes, with or without them."

The girls said, "We have to go up to our room and change. We will get them out of the room in ten minutes and down here by fifteen."

Payne looked at them and said, "Why go upstairs and change, when we have all these beautiful shops. We can buy some new and expensive things?"

The girls did not answer. They followed Payne as she raced to the nearest store. Dycke found it amazing how many things a woman could buy in fifteen minutes.

They approached him with bags in each arm, laughing and smiling. He said to them, "I think my hotel bill just ran up, by about ten thousand dollars."

Payne giggled and said, "You are close."

Dycke asked the girls, "Where are you boyfriends?"

The girls looked at each other and Savana said, "We forgot to call them."

Dycke laughed and said, "I will have the front desk give them a message, telling them where we are, and what we are doing. If they want to join us, the hotel will provide transportation. If not, this is not a bad place to hang out all day. Leave your purchases with the bell captain, and he will have them delivered to your rooms."

The group left the hotel in the limousine, and were on their jet skis twenty-five minutes later. By eleven o'clock, the girls felt that they were experts. They were, standing up, on their skis, doing tight turns, and bouncing high off each other's wake. Dycke was the only one still sitting on his jet ski. Payne drove over to him, and asked him if he was having a good time. He said he was and was thinking about all the cameras and padding being installed in their suite.




Having Fun with Dycke and Payne Ch. 11



52. The Debt Comes Due.

As Dycke and Payne exited the room, the four young women turned to each other, knowing what they had to do. Jessica could see the knives coming at her, from the looks in her friend's gave her. They had wanted in on the glory, but now they had to pay with their bodies. She slowly started removing her blouse, and then her bra, while the others looked at her. She looked back at them and said, "I am sorry. I know you did not bargain for this. This is just sex, and we will get over this."

Annabella took Brian's hand and moved to a portion of the covered floor, to which she laid her claim. Savannah did the same with Clayton, so did Gail and Wesley. Jessica and Todd stayed where they were.

The women laughed for a moment, when the men appeared to be hesitant to remove their clothing in front of them. However, each of them had the common sense, to fold their clothes, and put them in an area, away from the 'party zone.'

These four couples had been going out together, for different periods. Each had been intimate the night before, and they just viewed this as its continuation. They started out slowly, with each other, as they would on a normal rendezvous, and tried to keep the others body's and sounds, out of their heads. Jessica may have been the leader of the group mentally, but when it came to sex, it was Gail and Wesley, that took the lead.

Before the others had even considered coupling, Gail was riding Wesley, as if it were a race. It was not because she was anymore forward, then any of the other three girls, but because she wanted her first orgasm to come with her boyfriend. Wesley lay beneath her, playing with her breasts, and moved his hips to help her reach her orgasm. They were a couple, well in tune with one another, and their feelings for each other showed.

Savannah and Clayton was the newest couple, in this group. Clayton made love to Savannah with great gentleness. In his way, he loved her enough to know how shy she was, when it came to intercourse. He was not her first lover, but she continually told him, while they were dating, he was the nicest man she had ever met. He was a very gentle man, and the way he made love to her, showed that her opinion of him was correct. He could see how fearful she was, not of him, but of the situation. He put his heart and soul into pleasing her, while time permitted.

Annabella and Brian had known each other, since they were children. They played with each other, while they were growing up, but never seemed to click as a couple, until the end of their junior year. Annabella took charge of the situation, one day at school. She walked right up to him, while he was surrounded by his friends. She said, "Are you going to stop fucking around, and ask me for date, or are you going to wait by your window, and hope I forget, closed my shades, again?"

The whistles and catcalls that erupted from Brian's friends, made him turn red. In an attempt to take hold of the situation, he replied, "If you want to go out with me, all you had to do was ask."

Annabella smiled at him, and said, "You can stand by your window, and jerk off, until hell freezes over. My shades are staying closed, until you die." She turned and started to walk away, with a big smile on her face, knowing she had just called his bluff. She had not taken ten steps, when he grabbed her around the waist, and said that he would love to take her out, Saturday evening.

With a crowd gathering near them, Annabella let him have it, with both barrels, right in the face. "If you even look at another girl, while you are dating me, I will tell everyone about every birthmark and blemish on your body, and the size of your tiny dick."

Jessica and Todd were just in the beginning stages of making out, after a discussion on what sex acts she wanted to start with, and in what position. Todd asked Jessica if she would let him put it up her ass first, as she had promised. Jessica immediately refused. She told Todd that she would like to be completely warmed up and as uninhibited as possible, before that happened to her. It was not something she was looking forward to, and when it did happen, she did promise that he would be the first one.

With that understanding, Todd began kissing Jessica and making love to her, as they always did, when they were alone. He nibbled on her lips, moved to her ear lobes, and kissed her along her jaw line. His hands played with her breasts, and tweaked her nipples, until they stood out, puffy and red. He moved his mouth down and nipped at each nipple, until Jessica moaned, with pleasure. He continued down her body, kissing his way, past her stomach and belly, to the small landing strip that led the way to the top of her pubic bone. Once there, the kissing stopped, and his lips continued down slowly. He extended his tongue, and searched inside the lips of her vagina for her clit. When he found it, he licked it, circled it, and played with it, until Jessica screamed out, in delight. Todd crawled up her body and pressed his member against the lips of her vagina. Jessica nodded her head, and Todd slid his large, stiff member into her, until bone met bone. When they will both comfortable, they began to move in unison. They were unhurried and feeling the other's passion grows. Then, they heard a bell, and a male voice said, "Switch."

This was the hard part. None of the girls was prepared to take on a different partner, while they had been having sex, with their boyfriends. The men looked at their girlfriends, and did not wish to leave them, either. They hesitated, and did not move.

Payne said, "I told you they would wimp out. They would have taken the Porsches from you, but they are unwilling to pay up, because they lost. The eighth of you can get up and leave. I never want to see any of you, ever again."

The young man got up to leave, but the women looked at each other and knew everything that Payne said, was correct. They would gladly have taken the cars or the money from Dycke, if they had won. They had had sex with several partners, in the past. It should not be any different from changing partners now.

It was not Jessica that spoke up, it was Savannah, the meekest girl in the group. She said to Payne, "You are right. We were greedy enough to try to get Dycke's money. We owe it to him, and to you, to complete all of our part of the agreement." She called the young man back, and told them to move in a clockwise rotation, to their next partner. 

Each of the four men looked at his girlfriend, and received a nod of approval. Although this is, what they had hoped would happen; the reality was not as sweet as the dream. Wesley went to Annabella, Brian to Savannah, Clayton to Jessica, and Todd to Gail. They were all about to start in the missionary position, when Payne said, "Sixty-nine's, please."

The girls said, "Oh." Each of them had given blowjobs, prior to this evening. However, now they would taste another girl's juice, while sucking on an unfamiliar dick."

Clayton had a problem. He was with Jessica, and he had never gone down on any of his girlfriends before. He knew Jessica was used to getting great oral stimulation from Todd. He knew if he did not do a good job, everyone, in the room would know it.

Wesley thought he had it easier than Clayton did, because he was with Annabella. What he did not know was Annabella's boyfriend, "Brian," was better with his tongue and fingers, then he was with his dick.

When Jessica felt a tongue being used like a plunger, on her pussy, she let go of Clayton's dick, moved her hips back, and pushed it down on his face. She waited for him to stick his tongue into her vagina and when this did not happen, she moved back even further, and rubbed her clit on the bridge of his nose. She yelled at him for not knowing what to do with his mouth. She said, "If you do not know what to do, tell me and I will show you how to do it."

Clayton finally said to her, "This is my first time. I do not know the first thing about licking a pussy. Tell me what to do and I will do anything you ask."

Jessica flipped over onto her back, and began to give Clayton a lesson in the female anatomy, that many women, in the course of his lifetime, would thoroughly enjoy. After five minutes of instruction, Jessica was enjoying the fruits of her teaching efforts, immensely.

Wesley was a different story. He was completely incompetent, and he would not admit it. Annabella was shy, while having any form of sex, and not very talkative, while having it. Finally, she had enough of his futile attempts at pleasing her and yelled at him. "Stop it, you stupid bastard. I am not a cow. I am going to tell every girl at school about your incompetence and when I get finished with you your dating life will be over."

Wesley tried to apologize to Annabella, but it was too little, and too late. He had brought this judgment down on himself, when all he had to do, was ask for a little help and guidance."

Savannah, Todd, Brian, and Gail had no such troubles. They enjoyed the talents of their partners, immensely. 

As the group of eight relaxed, came down from their highs, and up from their lows, Payne rang the little bell, and said "It is time for your facials, ladies. You will love it, and the protein is great for your skin."

The four women looked at Payne, with disgust. They switched partners, again, and began jerking the men off. The girls were on a mission to get this one over with, quickly. This was the most demeaning of all sexual acts they were going to be put through. Everything else they considered natural. This was aberrant behavior. This one was demeaning. They pulled on the men's pricks, played with their balls, and licked their mushroom heads, in an attempt to bring the men to climax. The men were not cooperating. They had just cum twice, in the past forty minutes, and even a potent young man needed a little time to recharge his batteries. However, one by one, it started to happen.

Clayton unloaded on Annabella's face and chest first. Some even got into her mouth, which she started spitting out. She acknowledged that she tasted the warm concoction, and it was not so terrible.

Jessica was next. Wesley did not know where it came from, but he unloaded six heavy ropes of sperm, onto Jessica's face. Her eyes, cheeks, lips, and chin were coated, and her body shined with the pearl-like substance. After she cleaned her eyes and lips of his cum, Jessica said, "Wes, you are a dead man."

Gail got it shortly after Jessica and Savannah shortly thereafter from Brian. Each girl was coated from hairline to breast, with enough cum, to create a small ice skating rink.

The bell sounded, again, and the girls could not believe it. They were a mess and they were going to be asked to continue with a new partner. They looked towards Dycke and Payne, and saw them holding large, fluffy, bath towels. 

He said, "Jessica, you go shower first. You have five minutes to come out here; you have an extra duty to perform. The three of you may take your time, you will have a break, during which; you may use the shower in the master bath and then eat and rest."

"Men, the four of you have five minutes to take ashower and return here. The four of you will take Jessica in every orifice of her body, until each of you has come at least once. After that, the women will have their chance and Jessica will satisfy them. Please begin."

Jessica was resigned to her fate. She walked into the master bath and entered the shower. She was followed in, by her three cohorts. She was very surprised by this, and was amazed when the girls turned on the water, and started to wash her. They did this gently, and with great care. She soon found out, they did this, with a purpose. They may not have appreciated what she had gotten them into, but they were not going to let her go into the other room, and not have her body ready to accept, what was going to happen to it.

Once she was clean, Savannah bent over, and started massaging Jessica's breasts. Annabella's hand went to Jessica was cunt and started to excite it.

When the first moan came out of Jessica's mouth, Gail pushed down on Jessica is back, forcing her to hold on to the wall. Gail pushed one oil-covered finger up Jessica's ass and wormed it around. The muscle walls grabbed gales finger in a death grip; probably not wanting it to leave for fear it might want to come back. Gail pulled it free, oiled two fingers, and played with Jessica's ass on the outside, until she felt it loosen up just a little, and then, pushed forward, until both were deep inside Jessica.

Jessica moaned aloud. Her knees were bending, her belly was tightening, and her friends were close to bringing her to orgasm. The pain in her ass was as a hot poker had been forced into her.

Gail knew that this was not enough. She coated her fingers, again, and poured warm oil over Jessica's' abused anus and rubbed it in, lovingly. Once she felt Jessica relax again, she pushed three of her fingers into Jessica's ass, as far as she could get them.

Jessica groaned audibly as Gail continually abused her internally. She knew it was in preparation for what was to come, but right now, it hurt like hell.

Dycke's voice rang out in the bathroom saying, "Jessica, your time is up. Get out here, the men are waiting."

Jessica stood up straight. She turned to her friends, and thanked them for helping her helping her get ready for what was to come. She left the shower and walked out to the living area, with a towel, as she continued to dry herself.

The four men were already there, sitting on the floor, waiting for her arrival. None of them were hard and none of them appeared to be looking forward to what they were about to do. This was quite a change in their attitude, since they first heard about the bet, and were hoping for the girls to lose.

When Jessica walked into the room, still drying her hair, the men's attitude still did not change. They were not excited, and could not look her in the eye. However, her body was as enticing as ever, and their libidos reacted as any eighteen-year-old males would have, when faced with having a naked beauty in their midst.

Jessica stood in the middle of the mats, and turn to Payne. She asked her, "In what position do you want me?"

Payne simply showed her a picture, from an ancient Indian text. It showed a woman having sex with four men simultaneously. This picture was an Indian work dating back to the eleventh century, and it brought a gasp to Jessica lips. She nodded her head to Payne and looked at the four men deciding their positions. She reached out her hand to Todd, pulled him up, and embraced him. She told the other three that what was about to happen was her own fault. It was in no way areflection on their honor, as men. She said, "I will respect all of you, in the morning. Let us do this thing, and try to be as gentle with me, as you can. Remember the rules: you each have to come once, regardless of where, and you each have to change places when you hear the bell. I will set you up in the positions I want you to start. You will go clockwise from there."

Savannah, Gail, and Annabella walked into the room, as Jessica was getting the men into position. Using Jessica as North on the compass, she set the young man up with Clayton at Northwest Wesley at North Brianne at East and Todd at South. As she had promised him, Todd was going to get into her ass, first. In spite of what was about to happen, the men were still having a problem with "Erectile Dysfunction." The men had written risen, slightly, upon seeing Jessica, but not to the point, where they could penetrate 'a hole in a donut.' Stimulation was required, and Jessica started with Wesley and Clayton. Her friends decided to lend, more than just a hand. They lent their mouths, also.

Dycke was about to stop them, but Payne put up her hand, before he could say a word. As each of the men reaches their full length, they took up their assigned positions. Clayton was at Northwest and Jessica mounted him, vaginally. They soon built up a very nice rhythm and her juices were flowing in moments. Wesley stood at twelve o'clock and Jessica took him in her mouth and began the process of giving him a blowjob. Her biggest problem was with Brian off to her right. Her right hand was spastically trying to jerk him off, but the rhythm just was not there. Regardless of how they tried to work together, they looked like an early helicopter, trying to take off.

Dycke threw Todd a condom, as he kneeled patiently, behind Jessica. He slipped it on. He knew, when she was ready for him, Jessica would let him know. When everything in front of him stopped, he knew it was his turn. He put his left leg alongside Jessica's ass. He held her waist, with his left hand, and his dick with his right. He pressed the head of his rigid prick against her tiny opening, and pressed forward, harder, and even harder, until the mushroom head popped through the muscles of her little star, and lodged itself inside her.

Jessica and Wesley screamed at the same time. Everyone knew why Jessica screamed. However, they could not figure out why Wesley screamed, until they realized that Jessica's mouth was nearly closed, and Wesley's dick was still in it. Jessica was in extreme pain, and nothing was getting through to her brain, except that message.

Wesley, after the immediate shock and pain had passed, realized his dick was stuck between thirty-two perfect teeth. His immediate action was to try to back out, but that did not work. He tried to coax Jessica into opening her mouth. He asked her to breathe. He asked her to look at him. He begged her to open her mouth. 

After a time later, Jessica's mind returned, she started to breathe normally and she did, "Open her mouth." She thanked God for what her friends did to and for her. If they had not prepared her, in the way they had, Todd would have torn her, a new asshole. She, also, realized that this was not over. This was only the beginning and there was much more of this to come. She had to calm herself down, and prepare for an onslaught that could last through the night.

Wesley immediately checked his appendage for damage. He stroked it and held it for a long time, to verify it remained alive.

Todd leaned over Jessica and kissed the back of her neck and bit on her ear lobe, because he knew she loved him and he loved her. He whispered into her ear, how sorry he was, that he had hurt her. He promised that he was going to go very slowly, and try to limit the pain he was about to cause her. He was going to try to cum, as quickly as possible, so she could get some relief. Jessica nodded her head and continued to be taken vaginally and anally. She started manipulating Brian, with her hand, again and waited for Wesley to become brave enough to accept her oral invitation, again. He did not accept it.

Todd moved deeply inside Jessica. He could feel the lubrication the girls put inside her and it was making his progress much easier. Within a few moments, he was inside her, completely and nearly painlessly. When he told Jessica that he was totally inside her, she could not believe that she had taken someone that large into her rectum. The only pain she felt was from the initial penetration, and once she got over that she might actually be able to enjoy this form of intercourse.

Clayton started to move, very irregularly, underneath Jessica. He grabbed her hips, thrust up, closed his eyes, clenched his jaw, and screamed, "I am coming."

While Clayton was coming down from his orgasm, Todd tried, but failed to join him while still in Jessica's ass. He heard the bell and had to pull out of that very tight and special place, he hoped to visit regularly. He popped out of her ass. He removed the condom and cleaned himself with the antibiotic and antifungal wipes, which were provided for them. He moved underneath Jessica and penetrated deeply into her pussy.




Having Fun with Dycke and Payne Ch. 11



Brian put a condom on, set up behind Jessica, and waited for everyone else to settle in place. When he was ready, he leaned over Jessica and said, "I'm going to do this the best I can. I have never done this before, so I am as blind as a bat. If I am hurting you, tell me, and I will stop moving. If you like something I am doing, I will continue doing it until you tell me to try something else. Okay, here I go." Brian put all his weight on his left foot and leg. He slid his dick down to her cunt to lubricate the condom, with some fluids that were dripping out of it. He moved back up to her anus and pressed his dick forward. It popped through the outer muscles and into her bowels, with nearly no resistance. Jessica let out a little yelp, but she was not hurt. She was more surprised that another dick went into her ass, so quickly, and with so little pain, she had to say something.

Todd looked up at her and asked her if she was okay. She smiled down at him, kissed him, and said, "You did a wonderful job, when you took my anal cherry. Brian popped right through and he did not hurt me at all, thanks to you."

Todd asked her, "Does that mean I can do it anytime I want?"

"Let us just say, it will be open for discussion."

"That is good enough for me, babe. Oh, by the way, I am coming." Todd grabbed Jessica's hips and pumped up furiously as he poured every measure of semen he had in his body into her. A moment or two later, he lay back down on the floor exhausted.

Brian yelled at him. "You are a son of the bitch. I just got in there, and because of you and your 'Come in a Minute Dick' I have to pull out."

Todd replied, "Sorry about that man. She is mine, and I hate sharing her."

Jessica smiled at him, bit him on his nose, and said, "Stand up, dummy. It is time for your blowjob."

She shrugged her shoulders at him and said, "Rules are rules."

Todd's replied to her was also short and simple. "Oh, fuck."

Everyone got up and moved to the right again. Brian was now under Jessica. She was now ministering orally to Todd. Clayton was about to get a hand job, and Wesley was to take his first anal adventure. 

However, Wesley had learned a valuable lesson from his lack of oral skills. He told Jessica about his lack of experience, and asked her for any and all the advice she could give him. Jessica gave him all the possible advice she could from her knowledge of being twice fucked from behind. Todd and Brian gave him their expert advice. Having each experience the glories of that particular hole. After they were done advising him, Wesley felt that he was as ready as he was ever going to be to indulge in anal intercourse. He knew to go slow and then slower and then even slower at the beginning. Then he had to be gentle and then even more gentle than they had been with her. Following their advice, if he started to penetrate her tonight, Jessica would be able to have a child before his penetration would be completed. He decided to improvise a little and see how it went. He put on the condom and then, slowly but not too slowly, but definitely not roughly, he moved his dick into position at the entrance to her ass. He took her by the hips, and rubbed his dick against the slickness of her pussy. He pushed the finger through to lubricate the inside, and was surprised when Jessica pushed back against his finger. He liked that, so he did it one more time and received the same reaction. He aligned his penis with her anus, again, and pushed with some strength behind it. The bell had of his cock popped through the layers of muscle, and lodged inside her intestines. 

This time, Jessica felt no pain, at all. She did not wait for him, to start moving. She started first, and pushed back slowly, taking more of him in, and then, pulled away from him. She did this several times, and then Wesley joined in with her. It did not take long before they were both in a good rhythm, and they were skin to skin, on each move.

Brian yelled I'm getting ready to come." 

Wesley looked down at him and said, "You had better not cum. This is my first piece of ass, and I just got started. If you make me pull out before I come you will be swimming home, or you will be dead; one or the other."

Brian yelled back, "You had better hurry man. I do not know how much longer I can hold out."

Wesley said to Jessica, "Hang on Jessica. I am going to go all out."

"Go for it, Wesley. Go for it!" 

Wesley did exactly that. He took Jessica by her hips, and pounded her little ass with everything he could throw at it.

A few moments later, Jessica said, "I do not know about you, Wes, but I am getting ready to come."

Wesley replied, "Almost there, almost there."

Less than aminute later, Wesley and Jessica simultaneously yelled, "I am coming, and a few heartbeats later, Brian yelled it, also."

As the three were coming down from their glorious high, the unthinkable happened. Todd came in Jessica's deep in mouth and she started coughing. He filled her throat with semen, which she had to swallow because he did not warn her. The look Jessica gave him forced Todd into action. He bent down and kissed her on the mouth. He inserted his tongue, and played a tonsil hockey with her. He told her how sorry he was for not warning her, but he was carried away by the moment.

She was about to answer him, when the hand job she he had been giving Clayton succeeded. It caused him to shoot his load, into her ear, which added insult to her other injuries.

From the dessert table, Gail, Savannah, and Annabella applauded Jessica, like Southern Belles.

Payne had seen the surprise in Jessica's eyes, when Todd came in her mouth and watched her swallow, so she asked her, "How had it taste."

Jessica said, "It was warm, thick, and gooey. However, he shot it, so far back in my throat, one swallow, and it was gone. As far as taste, it was not as bad as I thought it would be. I think I would do it again, voluntarily. Besides, the kiss, he gave me, was wonderful."

Payne smiled and said, "The protein is good for you, also."

Although Jessica might not have agreed with that, she asked Payne, "Would it be all right if I shower before I continue?"

"Yes," Payne replied.

The men were told they could shower, if they wished or they could lounge around, for a while, and eat, before they showered, and enjoyed the show that was to follow.

The men decided they would shower first and then come back and watch what was happening.

When Jessica returned, she asked Payne, "How do you want me to do this?"

"You may do this any way you would like. There are some toys at the end of the table. You will take on each woman, individually, and bring her to at least one, audible, orgasm. You will then proceed to the next woman and start with her. When you complete all three women, you may return to your boyfriends, and continue with this revelry, until 5 AM, at which time, you may return to your rooms."

Jessica turned to her friends and asked, "Who wants to go first?"

Gail and Annabella both pointed at Savannah. 

Savannah knew she had been 'had' by her friends and she blushed from the tops of her feet to the crown on the top of her head. She looked at them and said, "You two are rotten."

Gail and Annabella laughed at her and smiled.

It was hard to believe that anyone, who was already naked, and had been having sex in multiple ways, with multiple partners, in the same room, could be shy about anything. However, Savannah had never had sex with a woman. Doing this, for the very first time, in front of four men, gave her pause. It troubled her and she could not figure out why. Until today, she had never had sex with a man, in front of an audience, and she did not find that to be so terrible. Why should the opposite upset her so much? She did not have much time to figure out this problem. She did not have to make this decision, either, because Jessica reached for her hand and said, "Let's go look at the toys."

They opened the large chest, and inside was a variety of adult toys, lubricants, and aphrodisiacs. One item of interest was a matched set of four Tiffany blue boxes, with each girl's name on them.

Dycke said, "Each of you may take your box, and opened it now."

The girls did as they were told, and when they lifted their box, it weighed nearly 20 pounds. They opened their package, very carefully. The contents were a beautifully engraved Crystal obelisk. Each side of the obelisk had writing in either: Latin or Greek writing, and Egyptian hieroglyphics. The fourth side had the name of its owner engraved on it. The obelisks were eighteen inches tall, with a pointed top, and sharp sides. Each obelisk descended from the top to its base width of eighteen inches across on all four sides, and the overall look said, "Expensive, extremely expensive."

The girls looked at Dycke and asked, "Why are these in here?"

Dycke replied, "Each of your parents, still search your rooms, and when they see these, they are going to look at a work of art. What you are going to see, are your butt plugs."

You could have heard a pin drop, in the room. Gail, Annabella, and Savannah had yet to experience anal sex, and they were hoping to leave this room without having to experience it. They realized this dream was not going to happen. One way or another, something was going to go up there ass tonight. They realized they were taking home a reminder of this weekend's revelry, also.

Gail said, "You expect us to put this razor sharp object up our asses?"

Payne replied, "I am vindictive, however, I would never physically harm any of you. Gail, place your left thumb on the 'G' of your name, and your right thumb on the bottom center of the base, and press up on it, lightly."

Gail did as she was told, and a tapered, eight inch, in circumference, ten-inch long portion, of the obelisk slipped out of its center. She said, "Holy shit!"

Dycke replied, "Exactly." He then told the other three women to follow Gail's example, and get used to the feel of their butt plug. He told them that only they or he could access the center portion of the obelisk. They need not worry about their parents finding what was hidden inside.

Jessica and Savannah looked into the chest and decided on a small object called, "the rabbit," and a small dildo. They moved into the middle portion of the play area, and lay down. Jessica began nibbling on Savannah's nipples and breasts. She placed the rabbit on Savannah's clit, and turned it on its lowest setting.

Savannah's body arched, immediately. The small electrical impulse, the rabbit sent through her clit went straight to her brain like an explosion. Her vagina secreted so much fluid that her thighs were already coated.

Jessica took the dildo and inserted it into Savannah's pussy and Savannah asked for 'more.' Jessica added two of her fingers to the size of the dildo, and Savannah still pleaded for 'more.'

Jessica asked Annabella to get her one of the larger dildos.

Annabella brought the entire ensemble, from the case, for them to choose. Savannah looked at the group, and handed the one she wanted Jessica. She said, "Put it in the strap-on and fuck me."

Jessica's eyes flew open in shock and Clayton gasped. The shyest girl had just blown them all, out of the water, with her request. 

Savannah's eyes twinkled, as she looked at Jessica putting the equipment on, and getting between her thighs.

Jessica used some ointments and oils to coat Savannah's pussy and make the dildos entrance smoother. She put the end of the dildo, at the entrance to Savannah's sheath, nodded at her, and buried the ten-inch monster into her, in one forceful thrust.

Savannah, grunted, as it hit her cervix, arched her back, and moaned as the intruder made its entrance into her body. She grunted each time her cervix was battered, by the dildos forceful pounding. Jessica slowed her movements and began making love to Savannah, instead of battering her insides. It became something beautiful to behold. The only sounds in the room were those made by these two women. Everyone else remained silent. When Savannah exploded, she had tears in her eyes. It was like the end of a religious experience for her.

If everyone had remained passive, the evening would likely have been over, because both Dycke and Payne were quite overcome with what they had witnessed. One more act of kindness or contrition between the eight of them could have ended this night of perversion.

Instead of kindness, Wesley shouted, "What pussy is next?" He had condemned the women, to many more hours of degradation.

Annabella replied, "I will go." She moved towards Jessica, and hugged her. She said you must be exhausted after what you have you have just done. It was the most marvelous thing, I have ever watched. I am so horny right now, when you attack my clit with your tongue, or a vibrator, I will go off like a Roman candle, in less than a minute.

Jessica replied, "Thank you, Bella." However, she did not want to short-change her friend. She lay down next to her offering Annabella access to her pussy, if she wanted, while attacking her clit with her teeth and tongue. She had chosen a toy called, "The Piccl-O," for Bella's pleasure. It is the size of a large cucumber, with outward perforations, as on an authentic piccolo. However, this is battery-operated and does tasks no musical instrument performed. It has three independent segments, which counter-rotate, change patterns and discharged minute electrical impulses. It can be used by a remote control, or it can work on its own program. It is made in Italy, and they are working on a musical version. 

Jessica turned the Piccl-O on and moved it, slowly, into Annabella's pussy. Upon contact, the first segment started to turn and Bella received her first impulse of electricity. As Jessica pushed the probe deeper and deeper into her, the counter rotation started. The turning became more, and more disconcerting to Bella and more and more delightful. Her hips moved, her stomach lurched, and her ovaries clenched. The electrical impulses became stronger and stronger and she had no idea how long these delightful effects had been going on. Every time she thought, she was about to orgasm and electrical impulse seemed to stop it. Time after time, her pending orgasm reached higher and higher, until finally, nothing could keep her from exploding. It ripped through her, like a train bursting out of the end of the tunnel. She sprayed Jessica's face and body and soaked the floor with her spending. She was completely sated; and wondered what had happened to her. She had never squirted in her life and it took her a few moments to focus on Jessica's friendly face smiling down at her.

Jessica said, "Two minutes? I would hate to have to hold my breath for those two minutes."

Annabella replied, "What the fuck did you do to me. Tell me, what happened to me?"

Jessica smiled at her friend, and showed her 'The Picclo-O.' "This, my friend, is what happened to you. Apparently, it keeps you on edge, but it will not allow you to orgasm. I do not know how, or why, but you have a wonderful ride for a very long time, until your body overrides all of its electrical systems and you cum with a'Very Big Bang.' Look what you did to me. You squirted all over my face, hair, and chest. It was like you were peeing on me, but it tasted much better."

"How long was it in me, before it allowed me to cum?"

Jessica looked around for a little help with that question and Dycke replied, "twenty-two minutes."

"Twenty-two minutes. What was I doing for twenty-two minutes?"

Jessica smiled and replied, "My pussy and your tongue are now the best of friends."

Bella replied, "Oh fuck!"

Gail walked over to the two women and said, "If you two are finished being lovey-dovey, it is my turn. I am tired of standing there; with four naked men that I cannot touch, because I have to wait for you to eat my pussy first. Bella get lost, so this bitch can get me off, and we can start fucking, again."

Bella removed herself from the center area and Gail lie down, taking her place. She said to Jessica, in afrustrated tone, "Use your fingers and tongue, whatever you have to do, to get me off quick. All this waiting and watching has me dripping."

Jessica laughed and said, "Spread those thighs Gail, I had my dentist sharpen my teeth last week, and I am going to see how much of your clit, and tit, I can bite off before you come. I am going to make you squirt all over my face just like Bella, and you are going to love it."

"Bullshit! I am going to come so fast, you are not going to work up a sweat." She opened her thighs and propped up her knees and waited for the arrival of Jessica's mouth, teeth, and tongue on her clit, and slit. However, the first thing she felt were hands, forcing her thighs wider to the point, she felt pain. Pleasure came shortly afterwards as Jessica's mouth covered her vagina. Her tongue plunged into her hole and searched the walls for her honey. The tongue left and was replaced by fingers searching for that elusive spot on the top wall of her cunt. Jessica's tongue moved up Gail's belly and her teeth took a nip at the soft flesh.

Gail's head popped up and saw Jessica staring at her, grinning widely. Her chin rested on the prominence of her pubic bone, and Gail watched as Jessica's head slowly move down and felt another bite. However, this bite was on her clit. She screamed at the pain, and the pleasure that followed as Jessica's tongue wrapped around the bud, torturing it. Gail, bumped her hips up at Jessica's face, half in spite, and half in lust, as her teeth tongue and fingers were began to take a toll on her brain.

As Jessica's tongue continued its work, she oiled her hands and started using them on Gail's ass. She waited until the right moment, bit Gail's clit, and forced her thumb deep into Gail's ass.

Gail screeched at the invasion. However, she soon found that she liked the feeling, and started moving her hips in tune with Jessica's thrusts.

Jessica noted the change in Gail's reaction, removed her thumb, and plunged two fingers as deep into her as she could. 

Gail did not seem to mind the transfer, so Jessica looked at Savannah and told her to get Gail's obelisk.

When Gail saw the obelisk, she cried out, "No!"

Jessica snarled at her and said, "Open it, bitch," as she plunged three fingers into Gail's rectum.

Gail grunted at the intrusion, but took the obelisk into her hands, placed her thumbs on the appropriate areas and removed the butt plug from its hiding place. From her current position, it looked massive, and she could not imagine it inside her body.

Jessica took it from her hands and lubricated it with the oils at her side. She placed the head of the butt plug at Gail's opening and played with it until Gail said to her, "Do it already. Get it over with, I cannot stand the waiting."

"Are you ready to come all over my face?"

"I am going to kill you, you little bitch. Stop talking, and do it."

Jessica said, "Grab your knees, and prepare for a ride to heaven."

Gail grabbed her knees and brought them to her chest. Jessica dove for Gail's pussy and latched on to her clit, and biting it softly. She grabbed Gail's left nipple, and placed the obelisk at the opening to her anus.

Jessica looked up at Gail one last time and said, "Get ready to scream!" Again, she took Gail clit in her mouth, the tip of her nipples between her fingers and silently, started counting down three, two, and one.

Gail never knew what hit her. Every ounce of air in her lungs came out in the next few seconds. She was screaming in pain, but no sound came out of her mouth. Her eyes were open, as wide as her mouth, and her legs and arms were stuck out to the four corners of the wind. She looked like she was the victim of an electrical shock, and she passed out.




Having Fun with Dycke and Payne Ch. 11



One other thing happened to Gail: she came all over Jessica's face, just as predicted. The year of the flood happened, again, and Jessica could not have been happier. Gail was always the toughest nut, in her group to crack, and Jessica had cracked her wide open.

As Gail recovered her senses, she looked at the three faces, looking down at her, welcoming her back to the land of the living. She looked at Jessica and asked, "What happened to your face?"

The three girls laughed at her as Jessica responded, "You happened to my face."

Gail looked confused and said, "The last thing I remember is pain."

Annabella said to her, "There is a very fine line, between pleasure and pain. What you see on Jessica's face, is proof of the pleasure you received from the pain she inflicted on you. She told you that you were not going to come all over her, and there is the proof."

"No shit! No, wait a minute; I have to go to the bathroom. I feel a lot of pressure down low. It could be gas."

"Or, it could be the ten inch butt plugged, that is still in there."

"That thing is still in me? You should have taken it out of me, when you are finished. How far up there is it?"

"First, I left just enough to pull it out of you. Second, I did not want to deny you the experience of it being pulled out of you."

"You bitch."

Jessica said, "Be nice, or I could accidentally push the rest of it in."

"You could always fall out of an airplane, on the way home."

"Yes, however, how would you explain to your parents, that you have a ten-inch butt plug up your ass?"

"You are just mean."

"Lie back and I will take it out."

Gail lay back as Jessica reached between her cheeks to pull out the butt plug.

Payne interrupted her, saying, "You can do it that way. However, it is easier, and less painful, if she is on her knees."

Jessica looked at Payne, this time not as an enemy, but as someone who was imparting advice to be heeded. She said, "Thank you." She patted Gail on her tummy, had her rollover and pop-up on her knees, with her head down. Just as Payne said, the butt plug was now clearly visible, and the base was easily accessible. She placed her fingers around the base of the plug, and told Gail to push, as she pulled. It took a moment, but it started to move and then the bulbous center of the obelisk popped free of Gail's body.

Gail was perspiring; however, she was happy that the plug was out of her ass. When she took it into her hands, she did not know what to think of this invader. It had given her so much pleasure, as well as pain; it would take her some time to give its true meaning afair evaluation. She cleaned it, wiped it with a soft bath cloth, returned it to its home in the center of the obelisk, and placed it into the blue Tiffany box.

Payne approached the group and said, "I know I am going to disappoint three of you for men, because you have not had the pleasure of opening your girlfriend's asses. However, I believe the women have fulfilled their obligation to Dycke and me. One day, perhaps, if you are still together, they may give you that opportunity willingly. However, it will not happen here, and it will not happen tonight.

I hope the four of you have learned your lesson about betting against a person you know so little about. I am going to give you a choice. At your option, you can end these fun and games now. You may shower, change into your clothes, have some food and drink, and return to your rooms. Just meet us at the aircraft at 4:30 PM for a 5:30 PM departure.

However, it is only 2:30 AM, you may wish to continue on your own accord, until 5 AM, and return to your rooms. Discuss this among yourselves, and decide what you wish to do, as a group, or a couple, and let Dycke and me know."

Payne left the group as they had a very short discussion. They all decided to shower and go to their own rooms. Dycke and Payne escorted them to the door and said good night, just as they had said hello, naked as the day they were born. They still had surprises in store for the girls on their way home, tomorrow. Many tears would be shed; however, they had not yet learned a very valuable lesson, from this morning. They had been given an easy way out, of their predicament. They had refused it, and decided to act like tramps, instead. Now they would pay for their actions, possibly, for the rest of their lives.

53. The Long Trip Home.

Nearly everybody was at the airport, early, or on time. What greeted them was a little surprising. The Boeing 717 was there, but so was the Gulfstream. Fiona looked at Dycke, and asked him what was going on.

Dycke smiled at her and said, "You are not on duty, so I do not have to answer you."

"You do realize that you have a training session, tomorrow, with my future husband."

Dycke turned Fiona around, so that she could see Bob's face. He said to her, "I do not think I will have too much trouble, with Bob, tomorrow. I will bride him, with another weekend, in Bermuda, with his future bride."

"Dycke, what am I going to do with you?"

"You're going to work for me forever, Fiona, whether you like it, or not."

Fiona said, "Exactly how are you going to work that out?"

"Your mother has agreed to become my traveling secretary. Wherever I go, she goes."

"You are a son of a bitch. How did you even know she was coming here? She does not even have a Green card. She has never been a secretary. She was supposed to retire."

Dycke said, "Yes, I know. However, I convinced her that traveling around the globe, on a private jet, seeing exotic places, with all expenses paid, was not a bad job. Then I threw in the bonus of having her daughter, and son, nearby all the time. Her job description requires her to carry a pen and notebook, so I know what time my dinner reservations are, and in what hotel we are staying. It sounds like a tough life to me."

Fiona glared at him and said, "I should have let the kidnappers take you. Now I am going to have to kill you myself, because you are too good to be true."

"Fiona, I told you I fell in love, with your mind, the first time we met. I am never going to let you go, so get used to it."

The steward for the Boeing 717 told Dycke that it was time to board. Dycke said that it was fine; however, he had to take for people with him on the Gulfstream. He took Payne, by the arm, and walked over to the eight young men and women. Payne advised them that they were going to be separated for the trip home. The four women were going to join Dycke and her, on the Gulfstream. The four men were going back on the larger plane. They would be reunited at the Charleston airport.

Payne said to the girls, "You are going to love my airplane."

Savannah said, "I thought it was Dycke's airplane."

Payne said, "Wait until you see whose name is on it."

Payne led the way to the G5, with the four girls in tow. She led them around to the nose of the aircraft and pointed to the name written in shocking pink. It said, in large script lettering, "Payne."

She looked at the girls and said, "My name is on it, if he tries to take it away from me, I will rip his balls off."

The four girls laughed; however, with the way he acted around her, they were not sure if she was joking. They boarded the aircraft and fell in love with the interior. It was set up for eight people, for the return home, so the interior was especially spacious. The four girls went to the rear seats. Gabby and Marti took the front two seats; Dycke and Payne sat behind them. This flight would have no cabin attendant, and the flight deck door would remain closed.

The G5 was ready for departure, before the 717, so it taxied out, and took off. As the aircraft reached its cruising altitude, Payne stood up and said, "We have some in-flight entertainment, and we want you to watch it. I will speak with you, when it is over." Everyone close the shades on the windows. The scenes from the previous evening's entertainment started showing on the screen. The four girls started screaming, as each sex act was displayed from every possible angle on the screen, in wonderful detail, and in living color. Every girl's face was clearly visible, and the enjoyment they were having, while performing these acts, was evident on their faces.

Jessica was the star attraction, in the gangbang.The act of her, taking on every man, in every hole of her body, was extremely graphic. The fact that she was laughing while doing it, showed she was not forced into that situation.

The disc ran for approximately 30 minutes, before the lights came on. Payne stood up, and faced the rear of the cabin. What she saw delighted her. Makeup was smudged, and tears were evident, because their eyes were bloodshot, and heads hung down low. She yelled at them, "Look at me." She had to yell it, again, because no one listened the first time. "Look at me."

Four heads looked up slowly at Payne, and saw the anger in her eyes. Payne said, "You are only starting to feel, like made me feel for twelve long years. You had fun calling me every filthy name that could think up. Now and forever more, your asses are mine. Tonight, tomorrow, or any other day I choose; these pictures might be all over the Internet. I could post them on the bulletin board at school; mail them to your parents, grandparents, and relatives. I could make the four of you the most sought after the whores, in the world. When you go to school tomorrow, it could be the last day will be able to show your faces, unless someone sees you, during the day, online. Do you want to know how long it took me to figure out how to destroy your lives: Two weeks? You have known me all your lives, but all you did was abuse me. You knew me all that time, but you did not know anything about me. I have known you for the same amount of time, but I learned everything about you. Jessica has always been the leader. I knew whatever she said; you three would follow. Dycke's money made it possible for me to do this. However, you took the bait as if it was going to be your last meal. We gave you an easy way out at the very beginning. We gave you an opportunity to get out of the bet, without losing anything, except a little dignity and pride. You decided your pride was too important to give up. The result is what you have seen on the screen. Now your lives belong to Dycke and me. We can do whatever we want with them. You may go to the police, or the FBI, or even get yourselves the best lawyers, in the country. All of this will be handled by one of Dycke's overseas corporations. There will be no ties to anyone in the United States, to these discs. They can be played on every porn channel and adult movie theater, in the world. We can give it away on college campuses. We could send it to your parent's churches, places of employment, civic associations and the golf clubs, where they are members. We can ruin their lives, just as we can ruin yours. The four of you will be extremely popular, on the one hand, and ostracized on the other. When you start looking for a job, we will make sure that all the men get copies of these discs. It will become one of your job requirements, to keep them happy, while receiving your paycheck.

The girls were crying while listening to Payne. Everything she said was true. If these videos got out into the public, their lives of privilege were over. Their parents would disown them; their friends would laugh at them, they would become a pariah. They could do nothing but become Payne's toys for the rest of their lives.

Payne was not finished with them, yet. She said, "I have to warn you, tomorrow morning, at school, Cynthia Morgan and her friends are going to start rumors about what happened this weekend, in Bermuda. She is going to get even with you, for what you did to her when she was raped. You reviled her at school, and everywhere else. Payback is going to be a bitch, and I cannot blame her one bit. I doubt you will be able to get to her, before the rumors start, because she is at school by seven thirty."

Jessica stood up, and looked at her friends, then directly at Payne. "I have been their leader, for a very long time. I started the abusive language toward you. I cannot explain to you why, because you were never anything but nice to me. I can only ask that you take your vengeance out on me, and let them live their lives normally. They do not deserve the punishment I led them into."

"Jessica, do you remember when we studied World War II concentration camps, and trials that were held afterwards, at Nuremberg?"

"Yes, Payne, I do."

"At the trials, did they convict just the leaders, or did they convict the guards for their brutality, also."

Jessica bowed her head and said, "They convicted the guards, as well."

"Then, you will understand, that they have to suffer the consequences of their actions, also."

Payne looked at a totally new, and sullen Jessica. Her eyes are no longer bright blue, and piercing. They had changed to deep ocean blue and thoughtful. Payne wondered how long that change would last. She said to the four of them, "You will meet us at Dycke's house every Thursday evening at seven o'clock. There will be no excuses. No illnesses, no family vacation, no death in the family, no nothing will be tolerated. When you see me in public or in private, you will refer to me as mistress. When you see Dycke, you will refer to him as master. Is this understood?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Any breach of protocol will result in some sort of punishment."

"Yes, Mistress, we understand."

"Rules will be added from hour to hour, and day to day. It will be your job to remember them all."

A voice came over the loudspeaker and said, "Prepare for landing."

Payne said, "Buckle your seatbelts sit up straight and lock your chairs in an upright forward position."

"Yes, Mistress."

"Thursday is going to be a very busy evening. Touch up your makeup. We do not want your parents to know you were crying."

"Yes, Mistress."

As the girls deplaned, they ran to their parents, and greeted them, warmly. The ground crew brought over the girls packages, from Bermuda, and their parents were taken aback by Dycke, and Payne's generosity.

Dycke told the parents how well behaved, both their girls and the young men were, while on vacation. They were credit to their parents, and to the school, for the way they comported themselves, while in Bermuda.

Dycke and Payne could see the parents chests expand with pride, because of the way they were told their daughters had behaved. On the other hand, the girls knew, Dycke and Payne had covered their tracks, if any pictures, or films, ever got out, about their sexual behavior. Payne was correct, when she said that Dycke was the smartest person she had ever known. The girls got into the car's, with their parents, and drove home wondering, if they had a future. Their immediate problem was tomorrow morning, with Cynthia Morgan, and her friends. How were they going to deal with them?

54. The Truth or Almost The Truth

With only two weeks of remaining in the school year, seniors tended to show up barely on time, or a little late. They were preparing for finals, and regular class sessions were reviews of course study materials. Monday morning, Jessica and her three cohorts were in the parking lot at 7:15 AM, trying to find Cynthia, before she entered the building.

On Payne's advice, Cynthia entered the school through the main entrance, and sat quietly, in the cafeteria studying.

Jessica sent the three other girls, on a scouting trip, to see if they could find Cynthia, and call in her location, if she was spotted. When Gail saw Cynthia seated in the cafeteria, she called Jessica and they called Annabella and Savannah to meet them there.

They met and sat at the same table as Cynthia. She looked at them as if she was a canary, surrounded by cats. She asked, "What is going on, ladies?"

Jessica said, "We have been told that you have started a rumor, about what we did, while we were in Bermuda."

Cynthia looked at them and said, "I have not started it, yet. I am going to get some payback, for what you did to me, when I was raped. You called me a whore, when I told everyone what happened to me. No one believed me, because of the four of you. My best friends did not believe me. I was a virgin, and no one believed me. Three men raped me, and no one believed me. If it were not for Payne Temple, I would have killed myself. I was just like you. I called her every dirty name you did, but when I needed help, she came to my rescue. She could have let me drown, but she did not. She is the only reason I am still alive. I do not know what happened on Bermuda, but I am going to spread such ugly lies about the four of you, that you will need a friend like her, before the end of this school year.

Jessica said, "Cynthia, I'm going to tell you what happened on Bermuda, so you do not have to lie."

Savannah, Annabella, and Gail yelled, "No, do not do that, she will ruin us."

Jessica looked at them and said, "I know it is hard, for you three to trust me, right now, but this is the best way to make it right."

"Dycke and Payne made us a bet. They said we could have anything we wanted, if we won. I said I wanted aPorsche, an expensive one. Dycke said it was fine with him because it would only cost him about three hundred thousand dollars. Two of the girls agreed with my pick. Annabella wanted something equivalent to the highest amount of money, paid for any one car. The bet was on the width of Dycke's dick. Payne said that it was wider than her wrist. I said there was no way that that shrimp could have a dick that wide. I lost, but that was only one part of the bet. The second part of the bet was that Payne could not get his Dycke down her throat. I thought if his dick were that wide; it would never fit down Payne's throat. I lost, again. Payne, deep-throated him, and we could see her throat muscles flexing around the head of his dick."

"These were the two bets, in which all four of us were locked into. There was one other bet, which only concerned me. When Payne answered the door to her suite, she was naked. She apologized for taking so long to get there, and causing the guards to pull their guns on us. She told us that it always happened, when Dycke was fucking her in the ass. I jumped in with both feet again, and said something like, "There is no way to let him fuck your ass."

Payne asked me if I wanted to bet her on that. I said, "Yes." I forget what I asked for, but that does not matter. I asked Payne what she wanted in return. She told me that she wanted me to take on all four men, at one time, and after they finished with me, I had to take on all the girls. I agreed. I was an idiot. My pride blinded me. I was not going to let Payne beat me, three out of three times. She played me perfectly. She taunted me, time after time during that bet. Finally, I yelled at her, "Put up, or shut up!" Payne smiled at me, turned around, bent at her waist, and pushed on her stomach muscles. Dycke's semen leaked out of her ass, prodigiously. Payne turned to me and said, "Any other bets would like to make?"

"Savannah, Annabella, and Gail wanted to kill me, and rightfully so. I led them down a garden path, thinking that they were going to get something for nothing. Now, they were going to have to give up something, they should never have had to give up, and it was my fault."

"Dycke and Payne were more than fair. They offered us a way out of our punishment, and it was not I, who said no to the offer. Savannah said that we were willing to take Dycke's money, and we were obligated to pay, with our bodies, as we had promised. Again, our pride got in the way of our better judgment. We could have stood up, and walked out of that room, free as a bird. If we had not learned our lesson, by that moment, the rest of our lives were going to be compounded, by wrong decision, after a wrong decision." 




Having Fun with Dycke and Payne Ch. 11



"During the evening hours and into the early morning, the eight of us had sex continuously. We had oral, vaginal, digital, and anal sex. Well, at least I had anal sex. We used toys of different sizes and technical varieties. For me personally the toughest time was when I had to take four men on, at one time. Having one man in your vagina, one in your mouth, and one in your right hand is disconcerting. However, when you feel the fourth man, pressing his rock hard cock, against your back door, there is only one thing you can do: pray that he does not tear you apart. Todd was great. He did a wonderful job taking my anal cherry, considering how large is, and it made everyone who came after him, much easier to accommodate."

"The finale of the story is the toughest part for us. Payne and Dycke took motion pictures of us. They now own us, the rest of our lives. Whatever they ask of us, we must do. I asked her to take it out on me, because I was the leader and she said no. The things I did to her, I did to you, also. Savannah, Annabella, and Gail followed my lead, like puppies following their mother. I do not believe they will ever make that mistake, again. We thought we were better than anyone else, and now we are going to pay for that assumption forever."

"Cynthia, now you know, exactly, what went on this weekend. You do not have to lie. You can tell everyone, what went on, and keep your conscience clear. We will live with the consequences of what we did, and one day, I hope that you can forgive us for what we did to you."

The bell, for the beginning of the school day, rang and the four girls departed, leaving Cynthia alone. She was stunned by the frankness of the revelation Jessica had just lain at her feet. She had a lot of thinking to do, and she had to talk to Payne. She reached into her backpack and pulled out her phone and text Payne saying, "Nd 2 talk 2U"

Payne responded, "4 Lnch"

At lunch, Cynthia grabbed Payne and pulled her outside where they could talk with some privacy. She said, "I had the strangest conversation this morning with four people, about a weekend, in Bermuda, that contained sex acts of unimaginable variety, intermingling of partners, use of toys, a gangbang and lesbian acts, which are contained on a video for posterity. If you happen to know anything about this occurrence, and if so, I want one of those videos, for my library."

Payne looked at Cynthia with a smile and said, "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Lying sack of shit, give me the details now, or I will claw the clothes off your body, right here and now."

Payne laughed and said, "tell me what you heard, from whom, and I will fill in the blanks."

Cynthia relayed the entire story, and waited for Payne to comment.

Payne thought for a moment and said, "She did not leave one thing out. She told you the entire story from start to finish. I am quite impressed with her honesty. I did not believe he had it in her. I think, when she saw the way she acted on the screen, it may have shaken her up so much, that she might be on the verge of turning over a new leaf. Being caught on film, for others to see, and hear, may have started to turn her around. What I said to them yesterday, about owning them for the rest of their lives, must have really freaked them out? Did any of the other girls speak up?"

"No, the bell rang just as Cynthia finished."

"Okay, have your friends spread around the word that the girls had a wild time, in Bermuda. Do not let them embellish on that statement, okay. Keep quiet, I do not want this rumor coming back as a quote from you."

"Yes, Mistress, it shall be done."

Payne smiled at Cynthia and said, "You had better not start up with me, young woman, or you will get the paddle."

Cynthia chuckled and said, "Promises, promises."

During the course of the school day, people came up to each of the four women and said that they heard that they had a wild time, while they were in Bermuda, and each of them agreed. When they saw Cynthia later in the day, each one asked what she had said.

Cynthia responded, saying, "I spoke with Payne earlier, and she said that they were really great on the jet skis, jumping over each other's wake, making amazing figure eights and tight turns, and everyone in the water was really taken with your expertise. She said other than that, the most exciting thing you did was spend about three thousand dollars each, in less than fifteen minutes, in the hotel lobby, buying outfits small enough to scare the natives."

The four girls could not quite get their minds around what Payne was doing. Was she really keeping Cynthia out of the loop? Was she really keeping what went on in Bermuda, a secret from everyone? Their boyfriends acted normally around them, and from what they could see, on their laptops, there was nothing on the Internet, concerning for naked co-eds, screwing around, on a hotel room floor. When the school day ended, they all breathed a sigh of relief. There were only nine more days of school remaining, and they were hoping to finish high school, before any of the tapes were released.

Then, each of them received atext from Payne said, "There is always tomorrow!" 

Whatever relief they had felt was gone, and their tension level rose even higher. Payne had just warned them that she could strike at any moment, and now they were sure that she would.

At the end of the school day, on Thursday, each received another text from Payne. It said, "7 PM at Dycke's house. Dresses, no underwear. None. Do not be late, no excuses."

Each girl tried to choke back her fear, after reading the message. They knew their initiation began tonight. They had no idea what was expected of them, and this brought their anxiety level higher. Tears formed in some eyes, other eyes had the one thousand yard stare.

55. The Home Field Advantage

At 4 PM, Dycke handed his mother four tickets, to the sold-out Andrea Boccelli concert, in Atlanta. She did not know, whether to kiss him or kill him. She had begged him to find tickets to this concert for her, and he had told her, that they were impossible to get.

Dycke said to his mother, "You had better get dressed. The Temple's will be here in forty-five minutes.

Bacillica looked at her son and said, "I bet you got us backstage passes, also."

Dycke said, "It would not be aconcert, without them, would it mom?" He started running away, from his mother, for fear of being crushed. He yelled for her to get dressed. She said she would not do that until she kissed him, and she could not kiss him, until she caught him. Bacillica cornered him, in the den, where Fiona and Bob were busy cuddling.

Bob said to her, "Would you kiss the boy, already, so I can continue playing, with my intended?"

She said, "He will not stay still long enough, for me to kiss him."

Bob said, "Watch me." He stood up, walked in a straight line, over the coffee table, between the divan, and the lamp, and over the couch. He grabbed Dycke, by his throat, and brought him to his mother.

Bob said to her, "That is the way to capture a reluctant son."

Bacillica smothered Dycke, with her arms, kissed him fiercely, and thanked him for the tickets, to the concert.

Dycke said, "You are welcome, mom. Get dressed; the Temples will be here soon."

As Bacillica started up the stairs, Frankie was walking down the stairs, in a brand new gown. She looked at her and said, "You are going, also?"

Frankie replied, "I go, where you go."

Bacillica said, "Sometimes I think Marti is right, someone should kill my son. His practical jokes are getting out of hand, and now he has so much money to play with, he can do this all the time."

Frankie said, "Get dressed, or I leave without you."

Dycke looked at Bob and was about to say something, when Bob said, "Get out of this room, before I kick your ass."

Dycke said, "Yes coach," and he departed the room, as quickly as he could. The next sounds he heard were giggling noises, coming from Fiona. He liked those sounds, a lot.

At 5:45 PM, the Mercedes pulled up, in front of the Schneider household, with the Temple's, Grace, and Joey, inside. Bacillica strolled down the stairs, in an evening gown, and was ready to go. She asked Dycke, "What about your father?"

"Dad is having his new tux altered, and Nancy is already dressed. They will meet you at the aircraft."

"What new tux?"

"Mom, do you want to start that discussion, now?"

"No, I guess not. Good night, my son."

"Good night, my mother. Have fun." 

Dycke walked back to the den, and received an evil stare from Bob. This time, he did not back down. "Okay, you two, get a room. I need this house to myself tonight. If you want me guarded, guard me from the outside. Fiona, you are off-duty. Is that understood?"

"Yes sir, it is."

"Coach, if I find out that she is anywhere within five miles of this house, within the next fifteen minutes, I will make sure that your building is condemned, and that you received no remuneration for it. Is that understood?"

"Yes Dycke, it is."

"You have fourteen and one half minutes to get her outside the five mile radius. You two had better get moving, before I forget my manners."

Bob and Fiona moved so fast, they nearly knocked Payne down, as she was coming up the walkway. Fiona yelled to Payne, "I am sorry, but we have to leave."

Payne looked at them questioningly. Then, she looked at the front door, and saw Dycke standing there, smiling. She asked him, "What did you do this time?"

Dycke kissed her and said, "Only what you asked me to do; I emptied the house."

Payne walked inside, and it is true. The only people there were she and Dycke. She put her books on the table, undid her skirt, and let it fall to the floor. She opened the buttons on her blouse, let it slide off her shoulders, and watched it float into Dycke's hands. She watched him uncouple her front-closing bra, as he kneeled down. He kissed her stomach, as his hands removed her panties. He kissed his way down her belly, until he was able to lick her essence. He traveled back up, kissing her stomach, and when he reached her breast, he began to suck on her nipple. After a moment, he changed breasts and brought the other nipple to life.

Payne moaned as Dycke brought her into heat. He looked into her glowing eyes, kissed her plump lips, and asked her, "Would you like sandwich?" He fled up the stairs, towards their bedroom.

Payne screamed, "Dycke, I am going to castrate you. You have played with my affections, once too often. Protect your private parts, you twerp, I am going to use them for miniature golf."

Dycke locked the door to their bedroom, and Payne was furious with him. She pounded on the door, with her fists, and her feet, until she heard the click, of the lock.

She opened the door, and received apillow in her face, for her efforts. He stood in front of her, naked, knowing that she was already on fire. She said to him, "You do not fight fair."

"That is why you love me. Now, if you come to me, peacefully, I will give you what you need. If you insist on being a bad girl, I will torment you, even after your friends get here, and you will not get what you want, will you?"

"You are not that strong willed. I will get what I want from you, and much more. I will leave you begging for release, while my body is satisfied, beyond its limits."

Dycke smiled and said, "You may begin, when you are ready, woman. You will only reach release, when I give it to you, and not one second before."

Dycke lay down on their bed, and Payne crawled on top of him. They knew each other's bodies, intimately, and she played with his, like a conductor, directing a symphony orchestra.

However, Dycke's mind was listening to jazz, and she could not break through his reverie, so she changed tactics. She moved her mouth to his dick, and started to suck him, like powerful vacuum, and he became as stiff as steel. However, every time she attempted to mount him, he softened.

Dycke smiled at her and she grew furious with him, every time he managed to do this. When her mouth left his erect cock, it deflated leaving nothing for her to plant, into her vagina. She tried this four times, and each time the results were the same. Again, she changed tactics. She went into the reverse cowgirl position, and planted Dycke's shrunken member between her nether lips. Slowly, she rose and fell, with his dick, firmly implanted between her labial lips.

For the first time, she heard evidence that Dycke was succumbing to her charms: he groaned, aloud. She turned; keeping his dick trapped, and said to her lover, "I have you now!"

Dycke groaned and said, "Do you want to bet on that?" He groaned louder, and raised his hips, reaching for harder contact.

Payne said, "Pride goes before the fall, Dycke."

Dycke groaned saying, "In a moment, I may have no pride left."

Payne jumped at this opportunity, without thinking, again. She said, "In that case, I accept your bet."

Dycke groaned, in a higher pitched voice and said, "You did not even ask me what I wanted, when I won?"

"What could you possibly want, loser?" Payne thought for a moment and then said, "Did you just say to me, 'When I won?'"

Dycke smiled, as Payne looked at him and said, "Yes, my little bumblebee. As usual, you jumped into the bucket of nectar, with all six feet, and now you are about to lose another bet."

Payne forgot what she was doing to Dycke, and started pounding on his thighs. He was at the brink of an orgasm, when he tricked her away from using her passion on him, and tried to beat him into submission. He did not have to win the bet, if Payne defeated herself.

His plan worked out perfectly. She had fallen for the easiest trick of all: another of his practical jokes. When he told her about this, he was sure she would hang him. Now, she owed him for two bets, and he could not wait to collect. However, he was now being used as a punching bag, and he had to stop it. He had never taken abig swing at Payne, because he did not want to hurt her. This time he took up a position that gave him a great deal of advantage, for a straight right hand, to her face. 

Payne raced towards him, and saw the right-hand coming at her. She screamed, stopped, and dropped to the floor. She yelled at him, "How dare you hit a girl."

"I have not hit a girl, yet. That was just a warning. You try that little song and dance of yours again, and your face will meet my fist. I guarantee that it will hurt you. The lessons I am taking from Bob are not designed just to hurt men. They are designed to ward off all types of attacks, even pesky little flies, or gnats, like you."

Payne was furious. No one had ever called her a gnat before, and she was not going to take it now. She walked towards Dycke, smiling and swishing her hips. However, she had a lethal looked in her eye. With the last three steps, she jump-kicked at him, attempting to knock him off his feet.

Dycke blocked that move, pushed her to the floor, and placed her face down into the carpet. He captured her right arm, bent it behind her and applied pressure, until she screamed in pain.

He said to her, "If you move one inch, from this position, I am going to break your right arm. Do you understand?"

Payne replied, "Yes, master."

Dycke went into the shower and cleaned himself. When he came out, Payne was in the exact position he left her in. He said to her, "Stand up."

She stood before him, with her head bowed, and did not say a word.

"What was the meaning of this outburst?"

"I have no excuse, master."

"I know you have no excuse, but what was the reason, for this outburst?"

"I have done it again, master. I was angry with you, and I became angry with myself. You were the only person around, upon whom I could take out my wrath. I should not have done that, but I was not thinking rationally. I bit at another one of your bets, without thinking first, and I lost because of it. You were the reason for that insult, and it was you, I attacked, master."

"How did I insult your intelligence?"

Payne went over the tactical situation, with him and explained how she could not possibly lose, and then how she lost. She tried to explain how she totally lost her ability to think, and fight, at the same time. She could do both when she was calm. However, when someone like him, pulls the rug out from beneath her, she loses the ability to control her temper, and becomes a lesser fighter.

Dycke asked her if she remembered what her mother told her.

Payne replied, "Yes."

He said, "Integrate what you are feeling, into what you are thinking. Have those feelings motivate you, while you are fighting."

Payne looked at Dycke and said, "I did not realize, that could be done."

"We will talk to coach Short on Saturday. If you are going to fight with me, I would, at least, like to break asweat."

Payne looked at him, with evil in her eyes, and Dycke stopped her right there. He said to her, "If I ever see that look on your face again, it does not matter where, or when, prepare to defend yourself. I will assume that you are ready for full contact. I will attack you, before you can attack me. Until that moment, you look upon me with nothing but love and kindness. Is that understood?"

Payne bowed and said, "Yes, master."

Dycke said, "No, Payne, this is not between master and servant. This is between you and me. I love you so much, I would search around the world to find you. I want you to know how much I honor you. If you no longer love me, say so, and I will set you free. If you do love me, I will try to make you the happiest woman on this planet."

Payne looked at him and said, "I will never know, or love another man, as I love you, Dycke Schneider. There is no man on the planet that can take your place, in my heart. The things you have done for me, the way you make me feel, the way I feel, when I am away from you. I may not be able to explain, but I know that we are made to be together, in this life, and the life hereafter."

Dycke had tears in his eyes, again. He walked to her, took her in his arms, and held her tightly against him.

Payne said to him, "I sure as heck hope those are happy tears."

As his arms clamped down around hers, Dycke's said, "N him o, I was looking forward, to a divorce."

Payne said, "You are damned lucky, I cannot use my arms right now, or I might be tempted to do this." She picked up her right foot and stomped it down, on Dycke's left instep.

Dycke cried in anguish and started hopping around the room in an attempt to alleviate the pain, she had just inflicted on him. He did not use any invectives, but he was using words, with so many syllables, that she thought they probably meant the same thing. Payne watched him dance around the room and laughed her ass off.

"That is the last straw, woman. Get into bed, so I may punish you."

"Yes, master, but remember to keep an eye on the clock, this time."

Dycke went to their toy drawer, and took out a paddle, which was much narrower, and much more delicate, because of the area, it was meant to strike. The panel had raised nodules, in the center meant to strike the cleft and clitoris of the woman's vagina.

When she saw him approaching the bed with it, Payne said, "Oh, fuck."

Dycke smiled at her and said, "Slave, does that mean you do not want me to use these on your person?"

"No, master, I would never deny you your pleasure."

"So you are saying that you enjoyed this, immensely?"

"No, master, what I am saying is, I enjoy whatever you do to me."

"Very wise, slave. You have saved yourself, from a severe teaching lesson. Lie across the bed, on your stomach, placed three pillows under your hips, and display yourself to me."

"Yes, master."

When she was in the appropriate position, Dycke lowered his head and licked her from ass to clit and back. He moved his tongue into her. She felt her muscles clamp down on him as he plunged his tongue in and out of her, like a mini-dick. She felt her body's juices start to flow. He pressed his thumb against her clit, and started to worry it, against her pubic bone. Payne's hips started to move, trying to gain more purchase against his thumb and more pressure on to her clit.




Having Fun with Dycke and Payne Ch. 11



It seemed like a losing battle to her, because when she caught up to his thumb, she lost contact with him his tongue, and she loved what his tongue was doing to her. She wanted to participate in this, but he would not allow her to touch him. She thought he was getting back at her, for what she did to him earlier. She rested her head against the bed, and enjoyed the pleasure he was giving her.

Dycke felt Payne's body relax, but he continued his assault on her pussy and reached with his right hand to pick up the small, fragile paddle. He waited until he felt Payne start her climb to ecstasy. As she grabbed the sheets, moved her hips on the pillows, and arch her back as she prepared to orgasm, Dycke smacked her hard on her exposed vagina, with the paddle.

Payne screamed at the top of her lungs, came hard, and flooded the bed. She felt a second smack, screamed, and came again.

Dycke smacked her twice more hitting her little button, precisely. 

Payne went ballistic, and multi-orgasmic. She wet the bed, continuously, for the next few moments. She cried out, "No more, please, no more. Dycke please stop."

Dycke stopped, and put the paddle in down. He turned Payne over. He removed the pillows, from beneath her, and held her in his arms. He kissed her face and lips, while he waited for her to come out of her orgasmic haze. He left her for a moment to get a wet towel, and a bottle of water. He lifted her head up and gave her a sip of the water, and wiped her head and upper body of the sweat she had produced, during her rapture. He gazed at her face, until she opened her eyes.

Payne looked up at him and said, "After I graduate, I am going to spend as much time at that library, as you did. You are getting far too advanced for me. You are too good, and I am still, only a beginner."

He smiled and said, "The librarians are sure that I am a pervert. They now have to go into the stacks, to get the books I want. They are all reference materials, because I have run out of all the basic materials."

Payne was stunned. She said, "You have finished all three aisles, of sex related material, already?"

"Yes, and I do not know why there is such an uproar over the Kama Sutra. The men have little dick's, and you can barely see the woman's vagina's. Some of the positions are impossible, unless you are a contortionist, or a gymnast. However, we can do all those things, without a problem. As a matter of fact, we did one of the harder ones, while you were in the hospital."

Dycke, I would love to lie here, making love with you, but will you look at the time, please."

Dycke looked at the alarm clock on their dresser, and saw that it was 6:35 PM. He said to Payne, "We have plenty of time to finish."

Payne looked at him and said, "Why do I have the feeling, I am answering the door naked, again."

"Dearest, would I do that to you?"

"Yes Dycke, every day of the week, and twice on Thursdays."

"I am going to prove to you that you judge me, too harshly. You may get out of bed, take your shower, and dress as our guests."

"Thank you Dycke. I appreciate that very much." Payne kissed him and ran to take a shower.

Several moments later, she came out of the bathroom drying her hair and found Dycke resting on the bed. She asked him if he was going to shower, and he said, "Yes."

She asked him if he was going to start, any time soon.

He replied that one of the greatest pleasures he got out of life, was watching her dress. He told her after she finished dressing he would shower and get dressed for the evening.

Payne replied, "Okay," and began to take out her clothes. She took out a bright apricot sundress, with matching shoes. A pair of stockings and a cute French cut bra and panty set.

She sat down to put on her panties, when Dycke said, "No, no, no."

Payne looked at him and said, "Why not?"

He said to her, "How did I say you could dress?"

She thought for asecond, "You said I could... You son of a bitch! One of these days, I'm going to listen to an entire sentence, when it comes out of your mouth."

"Payne, do not sell yourself short. You heard the entire sentence, but you only listened to the part you wanted to hear."

"You are a real prick, Dycke."

"Slave, I did not hear you?"

"Master, I am at your disposal."

"That is what I thought I heard. Get dressed; our guests will arrive soon. Be on your knees at the front door, when they arrive."

"Yes, master."

The four young women came in the same car, so they would not be late. Gail knocked on the front door and it was opened immediately, by Payne, from her kneeling position. They stood outside, and looked at her, in shock.

Jessica asked, "Payne, what is happening here."

Payne did not answer. She stayed in her kneeling position, with her head bowed down, silent.

Jessica tried again, to engage Payne, and was interrupted by Dycke, who asked her, "Do you have a problem, with the way I punish my slave?"

Jessica looked at Dycke and said, "I thought you were her slave?"

"Until yesterday, you were correct. However, we made a bet today, or as Payne, put it, she had a 'Sure Thing.' I bated her and let her think she was correct about the situation we were discussing. She was just about to declare victory when I pulled the rug from under her feet, and she fell right on her ass. At that point, she owed me two disciplinary days, and today, she is giving me one of them. She will not speak, until I gave her permission. She will not stand, walk, or move a muscle, voluntarily, unless I allow it. Slave, am I correct or not?"

"You are correct, as always, master."

"Are you ever going to bet against me, again?"

"I would prefer not to, however, it will be the only way I can get you into the position, I find myself in now, master."

"Excellent, I will enjoy having your body exposed, for my enjoyment, on many more occasions, and in very different venues."

Dycke turned to the four women and said, "Payne did have 'A Sure Thing.' However, she forgot one part of the Golden rule, and there she kneels because of her mental defect. She did not have irrefutable evidence. Texts are made years in advance, and are not amended. Unless a teacher, or instructor, is up on current science, they will teach from the text, and give out incorrect information. This is what happened to Payne's 'Sure Thing.'" One day she will remember that I am smarter than she is and that I love her more than she loves me. She can have anything I have; all she has to do is ask for it. However, when we get into a situation, where we accept a bet, between one another; there is only one rule, "WIN!" 

He turned to Payne and asked, "Who won our last wager; and the one prior to that, and the one before that, Payne?"

Payne replied, "You did, master."

"Payne, have you ever won a wager with me?"

"No, master I have not. However, I will continue to try, until I do win one, so I can beat your ass, with the same paddles you use on me."

Dycke said, "Excellent!" He took Payne's hand, and helped her to stand. He told her to resume her normal duties and to care for the young women.

Payne kissed him, before she took the girls into the den. She asked them to remain standing, until he joined them.

When Dycke arrived, he said to them, "I want you to know, that there are no cameras or recording equipment on you at this moment. Everything that is said here, tonight, is between the six of us. This is an exploratory meeting. I am trying to fathom what punishment will give Payne back twelve years of her life from each of you. In my briefcase. I have for each of you a full-length copy of your escapades, on Bermuda. You may take them home, and safely hide them from your parents, and friends, or destroy them. There are many more of those, especially the originals, which are in a vault, in Switzerland. If you want, I could just keep them with me, in case you have an accident on the way home, so no police officer or passerby will take them, and look at their contents.

The four women looked at one another and agreed that Dycke should keep the discs, rather than have them found, by their parents, or siblings.

"Payne and I, as well as several other people, whom I trust with our lives, have discussed what I could do, to give Payne back the years of torment you gave her. I wanted to send you to the brothels in Europe and have you served your sentences there. Although, this is still an option, if you continuously break the rules that we will set for you, that will not happen now. What is going to happen, starting today, is this: As of today, you are virgins. You will have no sexual contact, with any male or female, for the next four years. You will stop taking your birth control pills, as of today. You will call your pharmacies, and cancel your prescription for those pills. At next week's meeting, you will give your pills to me. The following month and every three months thereafter, you will be subject to a blood test, to check your hormone levels. If you are found taking any birth control substance, you will be withdrawn from school, and sent to Europe, immediately, to serve your out your sentence there. You will advise your parents that this summer, and the next three summers to follow, you are going to "Climbing High." It is a new forum, being started by me, for aspiring leaders. It will entail physical, emotional, and educational training. This year it will start around the thirteenth of June and end on the twelfth of August. During that time, there will be very limited contact, with your parents, because of the rigors of this course. However, when you return you will be ready to be in the top ten percent of any university you attend. Finally, while you are at that university, you will be expected to maintain a 3.75 GPA or higher, at all times. We will pick your courses, and your professors. The courses will be heavily weighted towards business and language. You are all smart enough to do well on your own; however, you have never tested yourselves to these heights. You will attain them through extremely hard work, and the pressure of us, looking over your shoulders at all times.

Next week, you will meet the people, who will constantly be monitoring your mental, moral, and physical lives, while you are at school. Take advantage of their strengths and their advice. If you need help, in the form of a tutor, do not wait until the last moment to ask.

All these points are non-negotiable. You stole twelve years of Payne's childhood. Over the next coming years, I will let you know how many years of my wife's life; I am going to take from you. Do you have any questions or complaints about what I have just informed you?"

As Dycke expected, the question came from Jessica. She asked, "What about the colleges we have been accepted to and are going to attend."

Dycke laughed and said, "I thought your question would be about sex. However, your parents will be delighted to hear that you have decided to go to a Roman Catholic University, instead. Saint Bonaventure is run by the Franciscan's and it has a dress code, morals code, and an honor code. You can leave your miniskirts and short shorts at home, because they are not allowed on campus. Freshman must live on campus, if a room is available. I am trying to get permission for you to live off-campus with the young women that will be monitoring you. They will be upgrading their educations, while you are there, because I believe in a well-educated workforce, which is multitalented. They will also be in charge of your physical training, while you are there. You will not only have a sound mind, but you will also have a sound body. If you break any of the rules and wind up in a brothel, the patrons will be in for a mental and as well as, a physical treat. You will volunteer, each weekend, at a local hospital, for no less than ten hours. This will look good on your resume, when you, or if finish college, and will strengthen your character. Are there any questions?"

Annabella asked, "Why did you ask us to dress this way?"

Dycke replied, "It depended on your attitude, when you arrived. If you were combative, I would have had you undress, and stand naked before us, as I informed you of your future. However, when you arrived, you were all docile, and I found no need to embarrass you any further."

"How are we going to explain to our parents that we are going to Saint Bonaventure, when we have not applied nor have we been accepted?"

Payne smiled and said, "Dycke's money can do marvelous things. Your letters of acceptance should reach you, within the next week, along with your scholarship information."

Annabella looked at Payne as if the words that came from her mouth were in Greek. "Scholarship, my grades do not warrant a scholarship."

Payne laughed and said, "You did not see the transcript we sent to them, nor do you know whose money is paying for your scholarship."

Jessica said to Dycke, "You are supposed to be taking something from us, not giving something to us. I do not understand, what is going on here."

"Jessica, it is called 'The Carrot and the Stick.' We are giving you the opportunity to get your lives back in order. We are not going to make it easy on you, at all. The people you meet next week will make that imminently clear. The education you are going to receive is top notch. However, if the school catches you screwing up, or we catch you screwing up, there are brothels in Germany, France, and The Netherlands; you do not want to see. Do not do your best, do what we tell you to do. Attain what we tell you to attain, and one day, you may get your lives back."

The meeting lasted nearly 90 minutes and when it was over, the girls were drained of energy. Nothing physical had happened to them. There were no threats of violence, and they were not going to be treated as prostitutes, yet. At this moment, things did not seem as bleak as they did, before they walked into Dycke's house. However, it was only the first meeting and the warning about the second meeting might prove to be much more explosive. They got into the car and went to alocal restaurant to discuss the evening's events.

As Payne, closed and locked the front door, Dycke stole up behind her, took a breast in each hand and squeezed. He whispered in her ear, "We were in the middle of something, when we were interrupted, by our guests. It is now time for us, to be just us. No, master and slave girl. There will be no Arab sheik and stolen white woman, and no Tarzan and Jane. There is just you and me. Rich me and pour you, until you marry me. Then it becomes, rich us."

"Dycke, we agreed not to get married, until after college."

"Yes, however, that was in January."

"Dycke, college starts in three weeks."

"Payne, the Olympics start in July!"

"You want to put off college, until August?"

"Fiona is not getting married, until September."

"Dycke, you are becoming a pain in my ass; and you had better not say shortly, or I will smack you silly. Tell me what is on your mind, and I will tell you if I will go along with it, or not."

"Payne, after you give your speech as valedictorian, I want you to run over to our parents, guests, and friends, and kiss them goodbye. I want you to run away with me, for one year so we can travel the globe. We will come back for Fiona's wedding, and we will continue our trip with them, on the Gulfstream. We will go, wherever they would like to go. I want us to see places, and go places, and do things that kids our age, never get to see or do. One day, my businesses are going to grab me, by the ass, and tie me down. Before that happens, I want us to have memories, and stories, that we can tell our children, we did together. Will you do this for me, please?"

Payne kissed him, smiled, looked him in the eye, and said, "No." She ran upstairs, undressed, turned off the lights, and climbed into bed.

Dycke was stunned. He did not know what to do or say. He wondered if starting college was more important to her, than it was to be with him. He went upstairs, undressed, and lay down on his side of the bed, in a trance-like state.

Payne let him stew for a few minutes, until she could take it no longer. She started to giggle. The giggle, turned into a laugh, and the laugh turned into a thighs slapper.

Dycke was shaken out of his reverie. He knew Payne was laughing, and it took him almost a moment, to figure out, that she was laughing, at him. He was confused and his mind was still 'out to lunch.' He knew something was going on and he wanted to be let in on it. He asked Payne, "What do you know, that I do not know, that you know?"

Payne continued laughing at him and said, "You thought you slipped another one by me, right, or wrong?"

"I am sorry, Payne, but you are still two steps ahead of me, and my mind is not functioning properly. You are going to have to be a little clearer, when you speak to me, for a while."

"Dycke Schneider did you, or did you not, try to slip something by me, just now?"

"Payne, I do not know what you are talking about."

"Dycke Schneider, did you, or did you not say, at the beginning of your speech, 'After you give your speech as Valedictorian, I want you to...,' So on and so forth."

Dycke looked at Payne seriously and said, "Yes, I did."

Payne said, "Gotcha. How would you know, that little detail?"

"Your lap top was open, and I read the congratulatory note, from your school. I did not think it was supposed to be a secret. I am sorry if I ruined something for you. I will drop my plans, and go back to school, with you, if it means that much to you."

Payne was crushed. She thought she had Dycke by the balls, and she was ready to squeeze. She thought, for the first time, she had caught him pulling one of his practical jokes on her, and she was wrong, again. She had left her laptop open and the e-mail exposed. She felt worse than a broken heel. She wanted to make it up to him.

"Dycke, I apologize. I thought you were pulling another practical joke on me, and I decided to get even, in abig way. I let you go on, and on, but your plans for the next year. What you wanted to do, how you wanted it to be for us. I let you explain why you wanted to do it, just so I could shoot you down, at the end. I did it, magnificently, if I do say so myself. If I was correct, and it was a practical joke, I would be dancing naked, in the streets, at this moment. However, as is the norm, I was wrong about the situation, and about your sincerity. I hate your practical jokes, because I always fall for them. This time I had you, right where I wanted you. I knew I had you, and I blew it again. I am so, so sorry. Let me make it up to you, please!"

Dycke, put his hands around Payne's waist, and pulled her towards him. He kissed each of her eyes, the tip of her nose, and her luscious lips, and then he said, "No!"

Payne screamed in exasperation. "There is not enough room, on this planet, for the two of us. One of us is going to die tonight, and it is not going to be me."

"Remember, incorporated what your mother told you and do not lose your head. You will lose your head, but that will only happen, when I take it from you."

Payne yelled, "You are a self-centered, egotistical, bag of wind. When I get through with you, there will not be enough left, for a decent pair of flip-flops."

Dycke moved away from her and said, "There is no such thing, as a decent pair of flip-flops."

Dycke lay down on the center of the bed. Payne did everything she could to pull him off it, but it did not work. She walked around the bed and kicked him, but that did not work either. Finally, she climbed on the bed and renewed her attack. She knew she was in dangerous territory so she planned this attack at his upper body and arms. Every time he tried to advance at her, she hit or kicked his arm or shoulder, to keep him as far away from her, as possible. Finally, she was able to get behind him, and then pinned his right arm behind his back and had her right arm was around his throat. She had him at a disadvantage, and she started to apply more pressure.




Having Fun with Dycke and Payne Ch. 12



57. "Graduation Daze."

Alletta Temple was not going to be among the happiest of parents, at the graduation ceremony, next Friday. She thought she was going to loser her daughter, for one year, and she did not like that situation at all. She understood Dycke's reasoning. She understood Payne would be away, at Duke, for almost of the year. However, thinking of her in Moscow, Tibet, or some other remote place, scared her to death. This was 'her' precious little girl, and she would not let her go, so far away, without her there, to supervise and protect her. She thought about everything Payne had been through, during her entire life: every terrible insult, nightmare, hospitalization, and operation. The verbal abuse she had suffered through, because of the automobile accident, shortly after her birth, until she had, now become, the outstanding young woman, she was today. Alletta was determined, not to let her go, without a fight.

Ten days prior to her graduation, Alletta called Bacillica, and asked her to bring her family, to her home, for dinner.

Bacillica said it was a wonderful idea, and they would supply the dessert, and the wine. 

When the Schneider's arrived that evening, everything was polite, and jovial. The dinner was superb, and the conversation was convivial. Steve was even nice, to Dycke. There were no threats of bodily harm to Dycke, now, or in the near future. 

Afterwards, when they retired to the den, Alletta stood up, with a check in her hand, and said, "Dycke, I know you love my daughter. You have proved it, every day, and in every way, since the two of you met. I love you as my own son, and I know, what I am about to say, is going to hurt you, deeply. I do not want Payne to go away, with you. I want her to go to Duke. I want to know, where she is, every day. I want to feel her, in my heart. I want to know I can see her, when I want to see her, and she can see me. I cannot bear the thought, of not seeing her, for months at a time. I cannot give her, what you can give her. However, I can give her everything I have. 

Alletta walked over to Payne, and handed her check number 1001, from her personal account. The amount was $1,225,632.57. She said to Payne, "This is the first check I have ever written, from my own account. This is every penny that was in it. I know Dycke can give you more, and I know he loves you. However, I am asking you, as your mother, and someone who has loved you, since the day of your conception, to please stay home, with me."

Payne looked at her mother and cried. She had given her everything she had ever worked for, and saved for, her entire life. How could she say 'no' to her? She turned to Dycke, looking for an answer and support; not wanting to hurt, either of the people, she loved 'most,' in the world.

Dycke had a frown, on his face, and she said to him, "If this is another of your practical jokes, so help me God, I am going to get a gun and shoot you, until you die."

Dycke looked at her, and sadly said, "It is not me!"

Payne approached him, and said, "Swear on your life."

Dycke said, "I will not only swear on my life, but I will swear on our love, for each other."

Payne looked at him and said, "Shit. If it is not you, then this is for real. I have to make a choice, between you, and my mother. Your face tells me, you already know, who I am going to pick."

Dycke looked at her, and said, "How could I not know. No man, no matter how much money he has, no matter how much he loves a woman, can stand between a loving mother, and her daughter. I want you to have the best of everything, Payne. Hopefully, one day, we will be able to be together, once again." 

Dycke stood up, kissed her, and with tears in his eyes, fled the house, running as fast as his legs could carry him. 

Steve was hot on his heels, yelling for him to stop. Finally, Dycke listened, and he came to a halt. 

Steve yelled at Dycke, for being so stupid. He called him a coward, for giving up, so easily. He tried to convince him to go back to his house, and stay with Payne. 

Steve said, "If I had known, how thin your skin was, I would never have lost a race to you. Fight for her, damn you." 

Dycke replied, "I cannot do that, Steve. Your mother's heart was breaking. Do you know how many of her own 'taboos' she broke, writing that one check? I could not make her suffer any more than, she was already. I could have offered Payne, a small country, if she wanted one. That was not where the problem lay. I had to decide, 'Whose heart was going to be broken?' I chose mine, instead of your mother's, Steve. I have run away, before I change my mind, or I will go crazy. Tell Payne, I love her, and I will miss her, forever."

Dycke ran off, leaving Steve looking at his back.

As Steve started to walk back, to his home, when an arm reached out, and grabbed him. 

Desiree said, "Not bad squirt. In another three minutes, Dycke would have been fifteen blocks ahead of you. Yelling for him, to stop, was a very prudent move."

Steve looked at her, not believing she was there. "How, and why, are you here?"

Desiree said, "Oh, how quickly, they forget you, when they are not between your thighs. I am always around you, Steve. I am the reason you graduated, with decent grades. I am going to make sure your grades at UNC, remain high. I am going to be the reason, you will be in peak condition, and you will run, faster times, than you ever have. I am going to be the reason, that your sex life is going extremely limited, at UNC. Cynthia is going to be there, with you, and she is not going to be hurt. Payne has given me very explicit instructions, in that matter. As long as, I am assigned to you, I will enforce these rules, vigorously. Now, shall we run back to your house, or should we sprint?"

Steve said, "Oh shit."

Dycke was running, in the opposite direction, when, he heard footsteps, on the other side of the street. He yelled, "Marti, you him can come over here, now."

In a few moments, Marti was running alongside him. She asked Dycke, how he knew she was there, because she was dressed, all in black.

He said to her, "We have run together, so often, I recognize the beat of your footsteps."

Marti laughed and said, "I cannot change my gait, so I am going to have to have your hearing adjusted."

Dycke said, "No, thanks, Marti. It is quite comforting to know, where your friends are."

Marti asked him if he wanted to continue the run, or just go home.

Dycke replied, "If we can get a chase car, I would like to try for 'twenty.'"

Marti smiled at him, and said, "Getting a little 'ballsy', aren't we?"

Wednesday, was rehearsal day for graduation. The seniors marched out, on to the athletic field, to the sounds of the band playing, "Pomp and Circumstance," as they filed into their assigned seats. The principal informed everyone, there would be several speeches, including a speech, by a Member of the School Board, himself, the valedictorian, and several others. Graduation would take approximately, 2 hours. He did not want to hear, any moaning or groaning, from the student body. They would receive 'Fake Diploma's to the song, "It Is the End of the World as We Know It" and the 'Real Diploma's would be handed out, when they returned their caps and gowns. If they disrupted the ceremony, the real diploma would be withheld, until they served a two-day detention.

Now, the students groaned, while the principal and the teachers smiled.

Many students noticed Payne was not happy. It looked as if she had been crying, and anything could set her off, again. Several people thought about going over to her, however, they saw Gabby, at the end of her row, and decided against doing so. Jessica knew she could not get into any more trouble, than she was in already, so she went over to Payne and asked her, if there was anything, she could do, to help.

Payne looked at her and said, "No. I had a problem I could only solve, by hurting one of the people I loved most in this world. Dycke helped me make it, and I have been miserable, since then."

Jessica asked, "What happened?"

Dycke asked me to go away with him, for one year, before we started college. He wanted us to have memories, which we could tell our children about, before his businesses tied him down, to a desk. He was going to take me to the most wonderful places, in the world. We talked about it and it was a fairytale. We had dinner at my house, his family, and mine. We had a wonderful time, until my mother stood up, and said that she could not let me go. She told Dycke that she knew how much he loved me, and she knew she was going to hurt him. However, she wanted me to be in a place, where she could reach out, and touch me, at any moment, of the night or day, to see my face, and talk to me. 

I looked to Dycke, for help, and he just looked at me. I thought it was one of his practical jokes, but it was not. He told me he knew what my answer was going to be 'because no man could get between a loving mother and her daughter.'" He kissed me, he wished me a wonderful life, and he ran from the house. I have not seen, or heard from him, since.

Jessica grabbed Payne, around her shoulders, as she started to cry. She said to her, "Could Dycke use that technical stuff, in his basement, to communicate, with your mother, every day, like he did, when he showed Gail and I, some of our escapades, in Bermuda?"

Payne said, "I do not know? He did not say anything about it. He just ran away, crying."

Jessica said, "Do you think, he might have been hurting, also?"

Payne said, "Yes."

"I can tell you that pain can do a lot of things to you. It could send your mind reeling, a mile a minute, with great ideas, for your next project. 

However, it can also, blank your mind out, for long periods, of time. I think you should contact Dycke's parents, and by hook, or by crook, get to speak to him, one on one, before he goes off, by himself."

Payne thanked Jessica for her thoughts on the subject, and told her that she would see her, on graduation day.

Payne called Bacillica, and asked if she knew where Dycke might be? Bacillica told her that Dycke had not been home, and had not called her, since he was at her mom's house. She was worried, about him. 

Payne told her that she was going to call everyone, starting with Fiona and, find where her 'idiot son' was. She would get back to her, very soon. 

Bacillica said to Payne, "My son is not an idiot. He is in love, and he is acting like an idiot. They are two different things."

Payne said, "I love you, mom."

Bacillica said, 'I love you too, dear."

Payne called Fiona, and asked if she knew where Dycke was?

Fiona said, "Of course, I know where he is."

Payne said, "He is acting irrationally, and he will not talk to me. He has been under a great deal of stress, and he needs to be under a doctor's care."

Fiona laughed, and asked, "Do you have a 'particular type of doctor,' in mind?"

Payne said, "My first choice would be a doctor, with a 'horsewhip.' My second choice would be a doctor with a 'straitjacket.' I need to talk to that twerp of mine. No, let me change that statement. I need that twerp of mine to listen to me. I need to get it through that thick skull of his, that there is more than one way to 'skin a cat.'"

Fiona yelled out, "Bob, Payne is on the telephone, and she wants to talk to Dycke. When he tells you that he does not wish to speak to her; convince him, that it is in his best interest, to change his mind."

Fiona told Payne, "Dycke will be here, in a moment, or so. It all depends, on the amount of persuasion; Bob has to apply to that, 'thick head' you spoke about."

Several moments later, Dycke picked up the phone, and said, "Hello, Payne."

"Dycke, you sound exhausted. Have you been working out?"

"That is very funny, Payne. I just got my ass kicked, because I did not want to talk to you. I was convinced, that it was in 'my best interest' to talk to you, before something was broken."

"Fiona would never have let that happen. She is too nice a person to do that to you."

"So was my coach, until he met her. Her temper has rubbed off on him. What can I do for you, Payne? "

"Jessica told me something, and I wanted to find out if it was true. Were you able to make a phone call, from your basement, and have the video of her and Gail played on the television downstairs?"

Dycke's said, "Yes, it is true."

"Dycke, you dumb fuck. You could have told that to my mother and father, last week. Do you think it might make it easier for them to let me go, with you, if they knew they could see me, and talk to me, anytime they wanted? Do you think if you gave them a satellite receiver and phone, with the best technology available, where they could contact me, anytime they wanted; it would make it more palatable, for them, to let me go, with you? They show people, live, on television, every day, from Tel Aviv, and Hong Kong, via satellite. You did it the other night, from South Africa. For a very smart person, Dycke Schneider, 'sometimes, you are as dumb, as a fucking post.'"

Dycke wanted to kick himself. His mind had gone blank, when Alletta told him Payne could not go with him. The pain she exhibited, turned his brain off. Under no circumstance, could he take Payne away from her. His fight, or flight mechanism, kicked in, and he ran away, as fast, and as far, as he could. 

Dycke asked Payne, where she was, and he would come and get her. She replied, "You hid from me. If you want me, find me." She hung up, and Dycke was left looking, at the receiver.

Dycke asked Fiona, "Find out where she is, please."

Fiona looked at Dycke and said, "I am sorry boss, but I just went off duty. You will have to wait for your new agent, to do your bidding."

Dycke laughed and grabbed her by the shoulders, and Fiona screeched out the word, "Bob!"

Bob saw Dycke, playfully, throwing Fiona shoulders left, and right. He went over to Dycke, and threw him back, onto the mats, not so playfully. He said to Dycke, "I am going to teach you, never to attack another man's woman."

For the next fifteen minutes, or so minutes, Dycke tried every move Bob taught him, about defense, and he even had some limited success. He was very thankful Bob did not move at full speed, because he could not have handled it.

Marti showed up, a short time, after they had finished their workout, and Dycke asked her to find Payne.

Marti responded, "I cannot do that, Dycke. You ordered, all of us, to keep you, and Payne, away from each other. I feel that it is my duty, to honor your wishes."

Dycke yelled, "Okay, have your fun, at the expense of an eighteen-year-old kid, who would not let a forty four-year-old woman, suffer the loss of her daughter, and had his mind turn off at a critical moment. It seems to me that one of the women in this room had a similar experience, and her age is..."

Fiona screamed, "If you say my age, they will be the last words, out of your mouth."

Bob laughed. He said, "Darling, I do have to bring your birth certificate in, for our marriage license."

Fiona said, "You will go first. I will provide my birth certificate after you leave the window. I will then put the license in my pocketbook, and it will be the last time, you ever see it. You will always know the day, but never the year."

Marti said to Bob, "If she ever gets testy, with you, and yells 'divorce,' come to me, and I will tell you the year."

Fiona looked at her and said, "You would keep me tied to him, forever?"

Marti replied, "Forever or until you grow up, little girl."

Fiona smiled at her, "You have not called me that, in decades."

Marti laughed and said, "You are showing your age, darling."

Dycke yelled, "Will somebody find out, where Payne is, or I will have to go out, and find her myself?"

Bob said, "Dycke, go take your shower. You and I will find her, and take care of your little problem." 

Fiona said, "You cannot find your shoes in the morning, without help."

Bob laughed, and started running towards the service elevator. He yelled, "I always could, before you moved in."

Fiona went after him, like lightning.

Marti and Dycke laughed. Marti said, "Dycke, take your shower. I think it will be you and me, today."

Dycke found Payne with her mother. Alletta did not look happy, to see him, when he walked in to her house. Payne took her mothers' hand to give her some reassurance. She said to her mother, "Nothing has changed. I just want you to listen, to what Dycke and I are going to say. If your answer is still 'no,' both Dycke, and I will abide by it. Are you willing to listen?"

Alletta said, "Yes, I will listen, because I love you both, very much."

Payne said to Dycke, "Set up your toys, while I tell my mother, what you are going to do."

Dycke opened the large box, and took out all the equipment. He took the miniature satellite antenna outside, staked it into the ground, to stabilize it. Then, he hit the button for the electronic servo, tuned the dish into the best available satellite, and returned inside, to finish setting up, the bulk of the equipment.

Alletta knew satellite communication was available, to the news networks, and to large corporations, but not to families, no matter how rich they were. Her children were about to prove her wrong. 

Dycke asked Alletta if there were anything, in this world, or out of it, she would like to see.

She asked him, "What do you mean 'out of it', Dycke?'"

"Mom, I can download live feeds, from government, and commercial satellites, taking pictures of the heavens. I can show you pictures from Hubble looking at the stars, and NOAA satellites taking pictures of weather patterns, here on Earth. I can show you the Great Wall of China from stationary or orbiting satellites. More importantly, I can see, and I can communicate, with anyone, anywhere in the world, ninety-nine percent of the time. I have business interests, all over the world. We have to be able to contact each other constantly, and sometimes, at a moment's notice. 

In a few moments, I am going to speak to my Uncle Turnquest, in Switzerland. To prove to you that he is, in Switzerland, and not someone, that says 'he is there', I have a picture of a mountain, which is quite famous. It is called, "The Matterhorn." He will be at a restaurant, near the base of that mountain. Although the mountain borders four countries, its' most famous ascent, is from the Swiss side. This demonstration is to prove to you, that you can speak to Payne, anytime you want. You will be able to see and hear her, as clearly as you could, if she called you from Duke."

Payne said this to her mother, "Mom, go to any channel on the satellite stations that is blank. It does not matter how high, or low the station is."

Alletta did what she was told and turned to station 913.

Dycke showed Alletta the little satellite antenna outside, and how easy it was to tune in the strongest satellite signal, and lock the antenna on it. He joked with her and said, "This will work just fine, as long as, Steve does not kick it or fall on it." He picked up the telephone and dialed the first set of numbers, and put the phone into the voice scrambler.

A voice answered and said, "Identify by code."

Dycke put in his sixteen number codes and waited.

"Good afternoon Mister Schneider. How may I help you?

"Good afternoon. Please put the video and voice feed to Turnquest Schneider on Channel 913."

Payne and Alletta sat on the couch, where they could see the television, as Dycke set up the small television camera just to the left of it. He then sat down between the two women. 

Seconds later, the television signal started to appear, and his uncle Turnquest, sat staring at the camera, at his end of the hook up. 

Dycke said, "Uncle, it is impolite to stare. I am not in the television camera; I am on the television."




Having Fun with Dycke and Payne Ch. 12



Turnquest replied, "Quite right, Dycke. Please introduce me, to the beautiful young women, you are surrounded by."

"Uncle Turnquest, I am pleased to present to you, my future mother, Mrs. Alletta Temple, and my bride to be, Payne Temple. Ladies, I would like to introduce you to my uncle, and benefactor, Turnquest Schneider."

Alletta and Payne said, "Hello" and waved at the camera.

Turnquest said, "Dycke, how did a skinny boy, attract two beautiful women, before he had a penny, to his name?"

Dycke laughed and said, "It was easy Uncle Turnquest. Mrs. Temple threw me into a room, with Payne, while she was naked. Then she let nature take its course."

Alletta and Payne started hitting Dycke on the head, and shoulders, while Turnquest laughed. 

Turnquest said, "Dycke, by the furor the ladies exhibited, I can only assume what you said is true."

Dycke replied, "Uncle, 95 percent is true. The other five percent was a slight stretch, of the truth."

Payne asked, "Mister Schneider, May I call you uncle, Sir?"

Turnquest said, "Of course, child."

"Uncle, Dycke has this infuriating habit, of being right all the time. It gets to a point, when you catch him lying, or stretching the truth, you have to take those opportunities to beat the crap out of him. He constantly lords his superiority over you, and sometimes, you just have to put him, in his place."

Turnquest replied, "I understand your problem, completely, Payne. Young women, such as you, still do that to me, all the time."

Payne gasped and said, "Oh God; not you too!"

Turnquest replied, "Brilliance and excellence runs in our family."

"Uncle, you are too funny. Why have you never married?"

"My dear, I have been married, several times, in my heart. However, it is in my nature to be a philanderer. I see so many pretty women, and they see me. We are attracted to one another, mentally and monetarily, and we cannot resist each other. Dycke, on the other hand, has told me from the onset, that you have stolen his heart. Cherish it and it is yours forever. Break it, and he will become, like me."

Alletta joined the conversation and said, "Where are you now, Mister Schneider? 

"Mrs. Temple, I am sitting at the base of amountain in Southern Switzerland, near my summer home. It is called "The Matterhorn," as Dycke already has informed you. I can turn the camera around if you like and show it to you, but the peak is shrouded by clouds, as it often is during this time of year. The valley is lush and green, and the herds of goats and cows, are out fattening up, to produce our famous cheeses. It is a wonderful time of year here."

"Thank you Mister Schneider that is all I need to know."

Payne said, "Thank you uncle, you have been very helpful."

Dycke said, "Thank you uncle, for taking the time out of your busy, lustful, schedule to speak to us. I will talk to you again, soon.

"Dycke, while I have you on this hook up. I would like to make you a proposition. I still have too many airplanes and crews. I do not know what to do with them. Would you like another of those, adorable, G5's?"

"On the same terms, as the first one I purchased?"

"Absolutely Dycke, I would not have it any other way. I know you are trying for your pilot's license. You could teach your lovely bride to fly, and you could have races, across the sky."

"Uncle, I wish you had not said that, in front of her mother."

Turnquest, smiled and said, "Maybe I should send two, and give Mrs. Temple one, and she could fly, along with you."

Alletta said, "No thank you, Mister Schneider. The thought of my daughter flying one of those aircraft, is scary enough."

"Mrs. Temple, flying is as easy as pie. I fly one, every now and again, and I do not have a pilot's license."

"Uncle, you should not say those things, over the airwaves. You never know who could be listening."

"Dycke with our scramblers, it would take decades, for them to figure out what I just said."

"Thank you, uncle. When should I expect Payne's new toy."

"It is already, in Georgia, being retrofitted, with the new engines, and other upgrades. If you wish to take Payne there, and do other upgrades to the interior, you can do that, also."

"Thank you uncle; I will be in touch with you."

Payne looked at her mother and asked, "What do you think mom?"

Alletta said to her, "I do not know. Let me think on it, for a little while, and I will give you my decision."

Payne, sadly, looked at Dycke, shook her head, from left to right, and then closed her eyes.

Chad Schneider called Piker Temple's office, and asked him a simple question, "Have you been getting any work done, these last few weeks?"

Piker laughed and said, "When my secretary told me it was you, I was relieved. I thought it was my wife, again."

It was Chad's turn to laugh, this time. He said, "We have to put an end to this. I have two deadlines coming up and even with my CAD programs, I am not going to make it, unless I get a divorce, or I kill her."

Piker said, "You think you have it bad. My wife wrote out a check, from her personal checking account, for the first time in our married life. I do not need a vibrator, for our bed, any longer. Her hand has not stopped shaking, since she wrote it. We have to put an end to this thing, with our children, and there is only one way I can see doing it."

Chad said, "I agree. We have to marry them off. This way, the mothers are out of the equation. We cannot get away with a little wedding; they would kill both of us. Let us split the bill down the middle, and throw a big one. What do you think?"

Piker said, "I agree. We must get the women to lunch, and give them their marching orders, in the sneakiest way possible. It is going to be, 'Our way or the Highway,' whether they like it, or not."

Chad said, "There is still one other problem: The Kids!"

Piker said, "They will not be a problem. We can talk to Marti and Fiona about them; this evening, if you like."

Chad said, "I would not miss that conversation, for the world."

57a. Friday 2:30 PM Lunch

The limousine pulled up, in front of the Schneider home, to take Bacillica to lunch, with her husband. Immediately, she knew something was wrong, when Frankie came down to escort her, and she was dressed in a black suit. When she questioned Frankie about it, there was no reply.

The limousine then drove to the Temple house. Alletta walked out, followed by Joey, who was also attired in a black suit. 

Milton and Marianne were sitting in the front compartment, also attired in black. The normally casual atmosphere was not in evidence, today. 

No one was talking. The inside of the limousine was like the inside of the hearse. Alletta and Bacillica looked at one another, and they were afraid, to break the silence. 

When they arrived at the restaurant, the sign on the door said, "Closed." Joey, and Frankie opened the doors, and the women walked in, with their agents, in front, and behind them. Their husbands were seated at a table. It was the only table occupied, in the entire restaurant. An explosive atmosphere was firmly established, in the two women's heads. Any spark would set it off. 

The waiters seated the women, and waited.

Piker asked Alletta, if she would like wine with her lunch.

Alletta said that would be nice.

Piker ordered her a bottle of "1999 Duckhorn Napa Merlot."

Alletta asked him if he was crazy, because the wine was, extremely, expensive.

Piker said "No, because we have a surprise for you."

Chad asked Bacillica if she would like wine, also.

Bacillica said, "Yes, I would."

He ordered Bacillica a bottle of "1997 Dunn Napa Reserve Cabernet."

Bacillica looked at Alletta and said, "If you thought your husband was crazy, my husband has lost his mind. I do not want to see the cost of this bottle of wine. It will, probably, be more than the mortgage payment, for the house."

Both men laughed at their wives, as they wondered what was going on, so they cut to the chase.

Chad said, in an authoritative voice, "As you may have guessed, we invited you here for a very specific reason. Neither of us has been able to get any work done, since our children have started having problems. Their problems have been caused by parents meddling, in their affairs. It is time you realize, that they are young adults, and their problems, are no longer our problems. It is all part of growing up. We have decided, Piker and I, to send the two of you, on vacation to Paris, for one month. You will have a one hundred thousand dollar spending limit; that is total, not each. You will be flying, first class, from Atlanta. You will not call us. You will not call the children. The only exception to this rule is, if either one of you becomes severely sick. We do not mean a hangnail or a cough. We mean something that requires hospitalization; like a broken neck or a pregnancy; which will requires one, or both of us, to go over to Paris, and break your necks. Is that agreeable to both of you?"

Both women were ecstatic. They kissed their husbands, and thanked them, for the opportunity to get away, from all the problems, and the stress, that they faced, continually.

Both men knew that this was not going to be agreeable in the long-term. However, they watched both women act, ecstatically, for the few short hours, before they realized what they had to give up. Right now, they were the best husbands, in the entire world. They were God's gift to women.

Bacillica asked Chad, "When do we leave?"

"You will leave, next Wednesday. Please remember, Frankie and Joey, will be going with you, and each of them will be getting a small stipend to spend, while they are there, with you."

These men were getting better and better, in their wives' eyes. They were not only going, with a huge amount of spending money, but their husbands were concerned enough, for their safety, they were sending their agents, with them, and giving the agents money to spend, while they were there. "What great men, we married," they thought.

Lunch arrived it was perfect. The wine flowed and it was perfect. Everything was perfect, including their husbands, until they got home, and reality hit them, square in the face. 

Bacillica walked into the den and there was Dycke, sitting on the couch, looking at a map of the world. He was crying, while making notes of places he would see, without Payne. 

She asked him what had happened.

He told her, after conference, with Uncle Turnquest, Alletta had asked for more time, to think about her decision. Payne and he had discussed it, and they both agreed, when Alletta asked for more time, it was the equivalent of her, again, saying, "No"!

Later that day, Alletta walked into her house, and it was silent. Steve's car was in the driveway, which meant Steve's stereo should be on. If Steve stereo was not on, something was wrong. She walked up the stairs, and saw something, she had never seen before, in her entire married life. Payne was lying down, on Steve's bed, with her head on her brother's lap, fast asleep. Steve looked at his mother, and put his finger to his mouth, asking for silence. Alletta backed off and went to her room. She sat down on her bed, and started to cry. She picked up the phone, from her bedside, and called Bacillica.

Bacillica looked at the caller ID, and saw that it was Alletta. Immediately, she knew why, because she was about to make the same call. She picked up the phone, and asked, "How are we going to handle this?"

Alletta said, "I do not know."

Joey knocked on Alletta's door, and said, "You have to come with me, now."

Alletta said to Bacillica, "I have to go, with Joey. I do not know what is up, but I will talk to you, later."

Frankie said to Bacillica, "You have to come with me, now."

Bacillica asked Frankie, "What is going on today? Everyone is acting so strange."

Frankie said to her, "It is just astrange day."

Everyone joined up at Piker Temple's offices. Alletta was not at all pleased, and she let her husband know it, as soon as she walked in.

Piker said to his wife, "Sit down and be quiet or you will be restrained."

Alletta looked at him and said, "By whom?"

Piker said, "Bob."

Bob Short walked into the large office carrying a box, with handcuffs, ball gags, and other restraining devices.

Piker said to his wife, "Any other questions?"

Alletta did not respond.

Piker turned to Bacillica, and asked, "Do you have any questions?"

Bacillica said, "Nope!"

Chad said, "I should have been a lawyer."

"Ladies, we do hope that you enjoyed lunch, and your fairytale vacation to Paris. We knew it would take, only a matter of hours, for you to realize, you did not have it in you, to take the gifts we offered you, and let your children grow up, by themselves. They are physically, morally, and legally adults. We, the four of us, have allowed them to live, as a married couple, for four months, copulating under our roofs, at any time of day, or night, without the sanction of church or state. 

We go to church on Sunday. We call ourselves 'Good Catholics.' We go to confession. We believe what we are told to believe. However, Payne takes birth control pills. We perform sexual acts that would cause our current Pope to have a coronary. According to our Pope, sex is only supposed to take place, when we are trying to procreate. Alletta, we should have stopped having sex, and fun, seventeen years ago. The church refers to us as, 'Convenient Catholics.' Payne and Dycke are great kids. They are going to be great adults. They are going to be wonderful parents, one day, if we give them the opportunity to make their own decisions, and make their own mistakes. We cannot do that for them. What we can do, is move up their timeline. They did not want to get married, until after college. Pushing up their timeline will take a little bit of coaxing, and a lot of lying. I may have to go to confession twice, on their wedding day, however, I believe, it will be worth it. 

Now, here is the hard part, for the two of you. This is what Chad and I have decided to do. You can be here, and help us plan the wedding, or you can disappear, for two months, while we get it done. 

Chad and I are splitting the entire bill, down the middle. There is nothing, too good, for my daughter, or your son. If you do not think this is a good idea, say so. If you do not feel that you can get this put this together, by the last weekend in August, we will get the best event planner in Atlanta, Washington, D.C., or New York, to come here, and get it done, for us. The choice is up to you. Do you want to plan a wedding or do you want to be in Vail?"

Alletta said, "Who wants to be in Vail, in the summer?"

Piker smiled at her and said, "My point, exactly."

Alletta said, "Alright, I am in, right up to my neck."

Bacillica said, "I will not let her drown, by herself."

Bob jumped in and said, "Can the two of you, plan 'two weddings,' at one time?"

Bacillica and Alletta looked at each other and said, "Sure! It is like baking two cakes in different ovens; one in August and one in September, a week apart."

Bob said, "Good! I would not want Fiona to feel left out, in the cold, and take it out on me."

Everyone in the room laughed, at Bob, because they knew of his antics, with Fiona.

Piker said, "You do know, you have a built-in staff, and office space. Correct?"

Bacillica said, "Yes, we do. It has computers, and everything. We will start, first thing Monday morning."

Bob added, "Fiona's mother will be here, around the first of July. She has already done a great deal of the groundwork, for Fiona's wedding. Fiona will give you all the particulars, because I am not allowed to know anything, except the time, date, and place. When I told her that I already knew more about the wedding, then that, she became livid, demanding to know exactly what I knew, and who told me."

I told her, "I knew the name of the bride, and that she told me." He lifted his shirt and said, "Now, I have the bruises to prove it."

Everyone in the room got a good laugh at Bob's expense and Fiona glowed red.

Bacillica said, "We still have two problems to tackle. We have to keep Dycke here, and we have to come up with a plan, that will be palatable to both of them, so they will accept our proposal. As Piker said, they are adults, and we can no longer treat them as children; even though they will always be our children. Now that I have said that, "When do we tell the children?"

57b. Telling the Children!

It was the day before graduation and it was supposed to be a very happy one. However, Payne was at her house crying, and Dycke was at his house, sulking. 

Dycke thought about going to college, at UNC, and reverting to the original plan, of living between the two campuses. He had even thought about kidnapping Payne, but that would not have solved anything. If Alletta was not willing to let Payne go with him, after all he had done, she would not let her go, for at least four years, or longer. He decided he would go it alone. He was fearful, of what would happen, when Payne got to Duke. He did not want to be here, if it occurred. He would rather get a 'Dear John' letter, then be told a lie. He decided to call his dad.

The meeting at Piker Temple's office had broken up, when Chad Schneider's cell phone rang. He picked it up and said "Hi Dycke, what is going on?"

"Dad, I just wanted to tell you, that after Payne graduates, tomorrow, I will be leaving. I thought about going to UNC and joining her up in Durham, but that just does not work for me, any longer. I will visit my businesses, around the world, and learn what I need to run them, as I go. When I get back, I may, or may not go back to school. I cannot stand the thought of not being with Payne. Alletta has driven a wedge between us and I have to put space between Payne and I or I will go crazy. It is best that I do it sooner, rather than later."

Chad said, "Son, I have never ordered you to do, or not to do anything. I have given your ideas, and I have shown you your options. If this is the best way, you see your life going, at this moment, then follow your heart."

Dycke said, "Thank you, dad. I knew you were the right one to call."

Chad hung up the phone, looked at everyone, and said, "Dycke is leaving after Payne's graduation. We have to develop a plan, between now and then, to: a) Change his mind; or b) Change it for him.

Alletta immediately said, "I can just tell them they can go, if they get married."

Piker said, "They promised each other not to get married until after college. They may take your offer as blackmail. Either do it your way, or you cannot do it. If we are all in on it, I believe it will be a sweeter pill to swallow."

Bacillica said, "I know my son, and I believe Piker is right. If someone tells him, he cannot do something, the way he has decided to do it, he will back away, and run as fast as he can."

Alletta said, "I know how to keep him in the area, with Payne."

Everyone was all ears and Piker said, "Do you want us to guess or are you going to give us the answer?"

"His uncle just sold him another G5."

Piker said, " Oh no, not another one. How much did he charge for this one?"

Alletta said, "How am I supposed to know? It was the same price as the last one."

Piker groaned and said, "Oh God! Where is the airplane and when is it due here?"

"That is the point, Pike. The aircraft is in Georgia, being fitted with new engines, upgraded avionics, and other stuff. His uncle said that Dycke should take Payne there, look over the inside, and make changes. If I know my daughter, that could take weeks, and weeks. They would be out of the way, while we do most of the work. Then, a few weeks, before the wedding, we could swoop down there, inform them of their future, and tell them we want their stuff out of our houses, when they come back, for Fiona's wedding.




Having Fun with Dycke and Payne Ch. 12



Chad picked up his cell phone, called his office, and told his secretary to get him the number for Gulfstream Aviation. It took him nearly twenty minutes to be connected to Vice-President of Maintenance, Sandra Nicholson. Chad was surprised to be talking to a female aerospace engineer. They spoke for a short time, and they found out they had graduated from the same university. They had even taken courses, from the same professors. She had even heard him speak, and at a symposium, at the college. He told Sandra what he needed, and why he needed it done, quickly.

Her retort was, "Children."

His response was, "Wives!"

She laughed at his response.

The hook was baited, and the trap was about to be set.

58. The Second 100-Euro Aircraft

Dycke received a phone call, early Friday morning, from the Chief Engineer of Gulfstream Aviation. She introduced herself, and she needed to speak to him, on a matter of some importance. She said Turnquest Schneider, left specific instructions, in reference to the G5, that was now in retrofit. He informed her, that the interior of the aircraft, was to be disassembled. Dycke and his future bride, were to pick out, whatever they wanted for the interior. However, it was a lengthy process, and their presence and participation was needed. This aircraft could not be left in its current position, on the line, without hundreds of thousands of dollars in penalties, per day, if it lay idle. 

Dycke said, "Will Monday]; be soon enough, and do I have to be there?"

Ms. Nicholson said, "Mr. Schneider told us, you are going to be the registered owner, of the aircraft. Therefore, you have to sign for every change, and modification to it. No one else, but you, can certify the changes."

Dycke said, "Sugar! Okay, I was planning to leave the country, this afternoon. However, I will have to put that off, for a short time. How long do you think it will take to certify these changes? 

She said the process normally takes between three and five days, to outfit the inside of a G5. We have many photos to choose from and all the fabrics, leather, and other items, are here, in our showroom. 

Dycke said, "Payne and I will be there, by eleven o'clock, Monday morning."

"Thank you Mister Schneider, I will greet you, when you get here."

Dycke hung up the phone and called Payne. "Payne, I will not be leaving today."

Payne screamed in joy, "Really, you are staying with me."

"Yes, for a short time, anyhow. Monday, you and I are going to Georgia to see your new airplane. My uncle has ordered them to tear apart the inside and you are going to replace it, with anything your heart desires. You get to design the layout, the carpet, the bathroom fixtures, everything. 

Payne said, "I do not care about any of that stuff. I just care that I will be with you, for all that time. How long do they think that will take me to do?"

"The lady said it could take three to four days, but if you do not rush, I believe you could stretch it to two weeks."

Payne said, "Then two weeks it will be. I will not hold you back, from what you feel you must do."

"Payne, you know I would stay with you, forever. Your mother has caused this problem, for us. The longer I stay, the more it will hurt me to leave, and the more it will hurt you, to see me go."

"Dycke, I know you are right. I just wish, I could figure a way out of this mess, so I could to be with you, and not hurt my mother."

"Have you given her the check back, yet?"

"No. I gave it to my father and had him open a different account. It requires two signatures. My mothers' and my signatures are required for her to take money out, just as dad opened the accounts for my brother and me. I always have to sign, but my mother has to ask me. I thought fair is fair. My father was hysterical."

There was a knock on Payne's door and Steve said, "Payne, we have to leave."

Payne yelled, "Thanks." She returned to her conversation with Dycke, "I have to leave for graduation exercises, I will see you there. I love you more than I can say."

Dycke kissed her over the phone, and hung up.

Dycke rode in one of the armored Humvees to the ceremony, because Fiona and Marti did not like large open aired gatherings. The graduates marched in, and they were seated. For forty-five minutes, a member of the school board congratulated the school board on its forward-looking vision, the principal, and the teachers on the high rate of graduation, from the school, and the low rate of dropouts. After he completely bored everyone to tears, he finally sat down to polite applause. 

The principal stood at the podium and said, "I, also, have a lengthy speech, (which he showed the audience) but the board member had covered most of it. I will pare it down, to a few short remarks. I want to thank all my wonderful teachers and staff, without whom I could do nothing. I want to thank the students for striving, every day, to do their best work. I want to thank you, the parents, for backing up your student. Without your support, and encouragement, nothing else works, and days like today, do not happened. Thank you very much."

Those in attendance stood up, and cheered wildly.

He stood at the podium, and acknowledged the cheers, while attempting to calm the crowd. The School Board Member was not pleased.

The principal announced this year's valedictorian, "Payne Temple."

Payne stood up to the applause of those gathered, and took the principal, by his arm, back to the podium. She spoke into the microphone and said, "Before I begin my speech I have a presentation to make on behalf of Dycke Schneider, to whom I engaged to be married. 

She began, "Shortly after my birth, my parents' car was involved in an accident. My face was severely deformed because of it. From that day, until late February of this year, I was called every foul, vile, insulting name, anyone in my grade school, middle school, or high school could conjure up. I was called 'The Ugliest Girl in School' for all those years. Most of you parents knew it, and did nothing to stop it. I am presenting a check, to Principal Garner, to be used, only in this school, as a pilot project, to teach young adults about bullying, verbal, or sexual abuse. The money from this endowment can be used to pay for teachers' salaries, obtain classroom space, and technical expertise, in the area of bullying, sexual, and verbal abuse, against any student. It can pay legal expenses to help send a case to trial, and convict any person charged, with these crimes against a student, who is abused in any manner: Sexually, Religiously, Color of his or her skin, Sexual Oriental, or Bullying in any form. If I forgot any form of abuse, which is covered by this grant, I apologize, because I left my cheat sheet at home. Principal Garner here is a check for Five Million Dollars."

The principal stood there, with his mouth open. The crowd applauded, raucously. Payne saw Dycke, pointed to him, and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, Dycke Schneider."

Bob said, "Do not raise your hand."

Payne yelled from the platform, "If you do not raise your hand, you are not getting any."

The crowd laughed, but it had the desired effect, on Dycke, who raised his hand.

The applause began again, and three agents surrounded Dycke, for his safety.

The principal made a short acceptance speech, and promised to use this money wisely, for the causes Payne and Dycke requested.

The gathering again stood up, and applauded, both the principal and Dycke.

Payne did not give the normal valedictory speech. She did not ask "Where we go from here." Are we are going to drift apart and no longer be friends. She did not talk about getting married, and settling down. Her speech was more like a Jeffersonian, or Kennedy speech: "A Call to Action." She talked about this country, and its future. She asked what we were going to prepare ourselves to do, for our country, and about the situation, in which it was being handed to us. She talked about how our previous generations had screwed it up. She talked about deficits, and increasing debts. She talked about carbon footprints and global warming. She spoke about our political system, about the Democratic, and Republican parties. How both parties were full of ideological agendas, which put the nation at risk. She talked about term limits, as the only means of getting rid of career politicians. She talked about an airport, which was built in a rural area of Pennsylvania, at the cost of nearly One billion dollars. It served only three aircraft per day. It was only there because a congressional representative was so powerful, he threatening not to let a budget bill, out of committee. She told the graduating class this was their future; politicians were playing with, and unless they were willing to get involved, while they were in college, and afterwards, the America we were taught about, will no longer exist. She said, "You are old enough to vote. Be prepared, when you go into the voting booth. Know the issues. Know the candidates. Know their positions on every issue, before you press the button. Do they support Gun Control Legislation or are they strident believers in the Second Amendment of the Constitution. Are they pro-life or pro-choice? Do they believe that the earth is flat or round?" She said to the audience, "Do not laugh; some of the candidates are total morons. Do not just listen to them on television. Read everything you can get your hands on: newspapers, the Internet, magazines, and handouts. Do not go into the voting booth blind and dumb, or we wind up with another idiot in the White House for four, to eight years, the Senate for six years, or much, much longer, or Congress for two years, or life. Every person running for office has an agenda. Their primary goal is to be re-elected, and they will do anything they can, legally or otherwise, to do it. Their secondary goal is to curry favor with their party's leadership, so they can garner favors and funds for their next campaign for Congress. The third one is to serve their constituents, if they can figure out, what it was that got them elected, in the first place. If they have promised anything, during the election, and you think you want to push that issue, volunteer and hold the representative's feet to the fire on that issue, until you are told to get lost, or something gets done." "One day," she said, "if you or I run for office, we will have an agenda. Let it be an agenda that will be good for the people of this community, for the people of this country, for the people of this planet, and most of all, for the planet itself." 

There was a loud, standing ovation for Payne, that lasted several moments, but she did not leave the podium.

"Finally, mom, dad, I made a promise to myself, that I would say this, at the end of my speech. Please do not be too angry, with me. To all of you, who called me all those vile names, for the past twelve years, this is how I should have looked, all my life. Only one man saw me this way, before my operations, and that man was Dycke Schneider. He loved me, from the moment, he saw me, and he never asked for anything, but my love, in return. He never knew what the outcome of my operations would be, and he did not care. He loved me, for who I was, not for what I would look like. Dycke, I will love you forever. To the rest of you, I have one thing to say, "Go fuck yourselves!"

Steve jumped to his feet, and yelled, "Go Payne, go!

Dycke applauded. He was grinning, from ear to ear.

Payne's teachers stood, and applauded. Principal Garner was applauding, but more politely.

Payne was supposed to stay, on the stage, but she decided, she wanted to be, with her parents. Gabby took her hand, and like a linebacker, she broke through the crowd, to where the Temples', and Schneider's' sat.

Alletta took Payne in her arms, and said, "You did not read me the last part, of your speech, missy."

"I saved it as a surprise, mom."

Piker said to her, "I thought it was avery fitting ending, to twelve years of abuse."

Alletta said, "Why do you always take her side."

"First of all, she has more money, than you do. Second, she said, if I ever needed a loan, she would give it to me, interest free. You never made me that offer."

Alletta looked at Payne and said, "You are not giving me my money back?"

Payne looked at her and said, "Mom, you had me make a choice: Stay with you, or go away, with the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life. I am staying with you. I am going to have a broken heart, forever. Dycke is going to stay for two more weeks, because we have to go to Georgia, to outfit, another airplane. After that, I will never know, when or if, I will see him, again. As far as getting married, I think you ended that, for me. You said you needed more time. As soon as you said that, both of us knew your answer was 'no.' Money is a small price to pay, for what I have had to give up, for a lifetime. I may never marry. I may never have children. I may never know happiness, and all you are worried about, is my money."

"Yes, however, it is my money!"

"No, mother, it is my money. It is in my bank account. I have to pay taxes on it. You and dad no longer have to worry about it."

"Piker, please speak to our daughter. Tell her how much that money means, to me."

"Allie, you wrote the check. I asked you not to write it. I told you there were other ways to ask Payne to change her mind. You did not listen to me, then. I am not going to get into the middle, of another argument, between a mother, and her daughter, now. I helped her set up the account, with the best possible tax advantages. She has her signature on it, a beneficiary, and a cosigner."

Alletta snarled at her husband and said, "Naturally, you are the cosigner."

Piker smiled and said, "No, I am the beneficiary."

"Then who is the cosigner, not Steve?"

"No dear, definitely not Steve."

"Then who is the cosigner?"

"Alletta, one day, you will read some of the papers I put in front of you. Then you will see what is going on, in the world around you. For such a smart woman, you are far too trusting."

"I am the cosigner? I can get my money, any time I want?"

Payne smiled and said, "Mom, there is just one tiny catch. I have to sign the check, also."

Alletta screamed at her husband, "You did not do that to me. You opened an account, just as you did, with the kids. However, Payne has to sign every check."

"Alletta, calm down, it was not my idea. Payne came to me, and asked me to do it. She is my daughter. I felt honor bound to follow her wishes."

Alletta said, "You had better wear a steel jockstrap to bed, from now on, mister. Otherwise, your balls are going to be hanging from the ceiling, in the morning."

Payne said, "Is this proper talk, for my graduation? People are looking at us, like we are crazy."

Alletta looked at Payne and said, "Give me my money back, and I will act normally."

Payne said, "Give me your blessing, to go away with Dycke, and you can have every penny, plus interest.

Alletta's mouth could not open. She tried to open it, but it would not open. Even though she knew, everything was in the planning stages; it was still two months away. She had her daughter, for those two months.

Payne said, "That is what I thought. You will see your money, when hell freezes over." Payne got up and went to where the students were seated. She was livid.

Alletta was an inconsolable. 

Piker took her, into his arms, and said, "You could have said to her, 'stay until August', and then you will have my blessing?"

Alletta looked at her husband and said to him, "It felt like I had cement in my throat. I could not breathe. I could not speak. If you can get her to come back, I will tell her."

Alletta asked Bacillica to call Dycke, and have him join them, which he only did, because his arm was behind his back, and pressure was being applied upward.

Gabby had to use a little persuasion of her own, to get Payne back to her mother.

Alletta said, "I know the two of you have every right to hate me. I am a very protective and possessive mother. I love my daughter more than my own life. Payne, what I asked you to give up, is too much. Even I do not have the right to dictate, where your life should go, from this point forward. I have spoken, with your father, and we have agreed that if you will stay with us, until the end of August, you, and Dycke have our blessing, to go anywhere you wish to go, for however long, you want to go there."

Payne leaped into her mother's arms, crying.

Dycke was shocked, at the turn of events, and looked at Piker, who nodded his head, and said, "Yes, it is true."

After Alletta and Payne stopped crying enough to have actual words coming out of their mouth, Alletta said, "There is one, small, catch."

Payne said, "No, I will not play your games."

Dycke's said, "I am leaving." 

Dycke was blocked by Bob, Milton, Fiona, and Marti.

Marti said to him, "You were going to listen, I believe?"

Dycke's said, "I do not like this already." 

He turned to see both fathers' standing side-by-side. He looked at his father and said, "ET tu paterum" 

Chad laughed, at his son, and said, "Your Latin will not get you out of this one son. I have been informed, by this man, that you have defiled his daughter, and he demands justice."

Dycke looked at both men and said, "What are you talking about? Both families have known about Payne and I sleeping together, for months, and we have even had your approval."

Chad said, "Mister and Mrs. Temple plead amnesia, to all incidents, from February to last evening, when they were informed, by their daughter, of your lustful acts, upon her body. They now inform me that you have three options, 1. As a man of the South, Mister Temple requests pistols, at twenty paces, tomorrow at dawn. 2. Relinquish all your possessions to his daughter, which as your lawyer, he advises me you cannot do, because of stipulations in the Schneider Will. 3. On, Saturday, the twenty-seventh of August, you are to meet the aggrieved family, at 3 PM, at the Cathedral of Saint John the Baptist, and, with Father Vincent D'Onofrio presiding: you will marry their daughter, Payne Elizabeth Temple, for the rest of your natural life. Which of these options do you choose?"

Dycke's mind did not fail him, this time. He, immediately, said to his father, "I choose door number three."

His dad said to him, "Good choice son, excellent choice."

Payne on the other hand, was having a little bit of trouble. She looked at her mother and said, "You could have told me this, a few moments ago, and I would not have gotten angry, with you."

"I tried to tell you, I really did. It felt like I had cement in my throat. No words came out. I am so sorry, Payne, I never meant to hurt you."

Payne said, "Dad, can I have the envelope, please."

Piker reached into his pocket, and handed Payne the envelope, which she in turn, handed her mother.

Alletta opened it and found a blank check, with Payne's signature on it. The note attached to the check said, "I love you, mom."

Alletta cried when she looked at the check. She said, "I am such a fool." She tore the check up and said to Payne, "I do not need the money. I have you."

Piker grasped his heart and feigned falling down, to the ground. He said to Chad and Bacillica, "I never thought I would see the day my wife would say, 'she did not need money.'"

Alletta hit him, and said, "I did not say I did not need your money. I said I did not need money from my daughter."

Piker stood up and said, "I feel better already."

Payne walked over to Dycke and asked, "Do you still want to marry me?"

Dycke said, "Do I want to continue breathing?"

"You have not answered my question."

"Payne Elizabeth Temple, will you marry me, please. If you say anything, but yes, I am getting the paddles."




Having Fun with Dycke and Payne Ch. 12



"Yes."

Dycke looked at her and said, "Thank you, Payne. You are finally learning your place."

Dycke never saw the right cross that hit him. He did hear the howls of laughter, from everyone around him. 

Bob Short sat on the ground, beside him and said, "Dycke, you have to learn, that a woman's reflexes increase in speed, exponentially, by the amount you piss her off. Judging by the acceleration, and force that Payne's right hand, hit the left side of your face, I would advise you not to reach that level again, unless you wish to visit a dentist."

Dycke looked around and asked, "Where was my protective detail? Did they get the number of the truck that hit me? Where is Payne, I demand a rematch." Dycke stood up, and tried to take a step, but he had to be steadied, by Bob. It took a few moments, until he got his bearings back.

Dycke was holding an ice pack to his jaw and was eyeing Payne, across the back seat of the limousine, on the way home, from the day's events. He said to her, with a smile on his face, "Was that everything that you had?"

Payne tried to leap across the center row of seats, to get at him, but the three people sitting there stopped her.

She said to him, "You have no idea, who you are messing with Dycke."

Dycke looked at Payne and said, "You still owe me one, and I will collect."

Payne said, "There is no one in this world, who can tell me where I belong, especially you."

"My jaw will remind me of that, for a very long time. I had forgotten that you have not formed a sense of humor, yet."

"Dycke Schneider, sometimes you are infuriating."

"I love you, my PET. Are you going to be spending the night with me or am I spending it with you?"

"Can we go to Atlanta, for the weekend?"

Dycke said, "Absolutely, I'll call the crew."

"Both moms, Fiona, and Bob will come, also."

Dycke looked at Payne and said, "Why?"

"During the day, we girls will go wedding gown shopping, and you and Bob can go do guy things. I am sure with a few phone calls, from your friendly jeweler, you can have a few bridal boutiques open for us on Sunday, so we can be measured, and try on some gowns."

Bob looked at Dycke and said, "Are you sure you want to get married, at such a young age. Some days I feel a yearning to be back, in Moscow."

Fiona looked at Bob and said, "One more word about Moscow, and you will be back there."

Bob looked at her and said, "Can I get the same cell? I named all the rats."

Fiona's handbag hit Bob, in the center of his chest. It hurt because her H&K was in it.

Dycke asked everyone to calm down. He told Fiona to call the aircrew, for a trip to Atlanta for 2 to 3 days. He called the jeweler, and explained what he needed.

After all the phone calls were completed, Dycke asked Fiona to call her mother, and find out when she would be here.

Fiona asked, "Why?"

Dycke said, "My finger hurts, dialing all these numbers. I need my social secretary."

Everyone in the car threw something at Dycke, but the item he was hit with most, was tampons.

When they arrived back at the Temple household, there was a tow truck parked in front. On its flatbed was an old Yugo, with a sign saying, "Congratulations Steve." 

Everyone exiting the limousine, looked at the car, and laughed. The driver came over and asked for Steven Temple.

Steve said, "That is me."

Driver said, "This is your car. Sign here, please." 

Steve said, "There has to be some mistake. Take that car away, it is not mine."

Dycke's said, from the other side of the limousine, "Steve, that is the car I promised you, at Cynthia's house. You got me in trouble, and I told you, I was going to getting you a 'Yugo.' I keep my promises, and there it is!"

Steve yelled at Dycke, "You are not going to live long enough to marry my sister." Steve started to run toward Dycke, but he got into the limousine, and locked the doors. Steve became furious, and yelled at him, until he was out of breath.

Dycke called the tow truck driver over, and told him, he could leave, now.

When the truck moved away, in the driveway was a new, Silver Chevrolet Corvette, with a sign saying, "For Always Coming in Second Place!"

Steve was awestruck. He did not know what to do, or say. He walked over to the car, touched it, and walked around it to make sure it was real.

Dycke yelled to him and threw him the keys. Piker and Alletta were not, happy with Dycke, at this particular moment. They did not want Steve to have a car like this. 

Dycke called Steve over to where his parents were, before he was allowed to take it for a ride. He said, "Steve, I bought this car for you, and it has many special features. Your parents are going to love it; you are going to hate me. First, it has two seats that do not recline, so there will be no fooling around, in the car. Second, I had General Motors build in aspeed limiter. The fastest this car is capable of going, is eighty miles per hour. That is certified by General Motors engineers. If a police officer accuses you of going over that speed, we will take him to court. Our engineers will prove him wrong, and you will be acquitted. Afterwards, we will sue the police officer, the police department, and the city for a several million dollars for falsifying official documents, unlawful imprisonment, and other First and Fourth Amendment Rights, our attorneys can think up.

Steve, I want you to understand, I did this for a very selfish reason. I do not want to be called home, to attend your funeral, because you wrapped this car, around a tree, while doing one hundred and forty miles per hour. You have all the style and grace of the car. You have all the speed you will ever need. When you are twenty-five, we can send it back to General Motors. They will take the engine apart and remove the limiter. You can do whatever you want with it, afterwards. I think Cynthia and you will look great in it. Call her, and see if she wants to go for a ride, in the Corvette. If not, I can always get the tow truck to bring the 'Yugo' back."

Steve laughed and said, "Thank you very much for the car, Dycke, but no thanks, on the Yugo. I will drive the Corvette."

59. Hotlanta

Dycke arranged for everyone to stay at the Hyatt Regency, on Peachtree Street. It was within easy walking distance, of three bridal boutiques, the women could go to on Saturday, and one that would open, specifically for them, on Sunday. Bob and he were relegated to sightseeing, on both days. Dycke and Bob decided that the Seaquarium was as good a place to start.

All the plans were made; everyone filed into the aircraft, and less than one hour later, the aircraft landed at a small airport, just outside Atlanta. They were settled in their hotel rooms, a short time later. 

Dycke and Payne had not been intimate, for over one week. Payne decided to play it very cool. Dycke decided to go into a Zen state, and play it cooler. Neither of them thought about their empty stomachs, only their raging libidos. Payne got out of her clothes, went in to the bathroom, and took a long, hot, shower. 

Dycke listened as she hummed her favorite tunes, and knew that she was waiting for him to join her. He decided to test her patience. He removed his clothing, and turned off the television and lights in the room. He got beneath the covers and began to breathe evenly. He calmed his mind and his heartbeat, as Bob had instructed him, and he began to doze off. In moments, he was in a deep sleep. He was awoken, by a cascade of ice water, falling on his groin. He screamed, as the freezing temperature caused, his pride and joy, to shrink to miniscule proportions. He looked at Payne, with an anger she had never seen before, and she started to back away.

Payne was horrified, and laughing, at the same time. Initially, she thought Dycke was playing another one of his practical jokes, feigning to be asleep. She realized her error, by his reaction to the water. She knew now, that Dycke had truly been asleep, because no one was that good an actor. She wished that she was dressed, and could run, out of the room. However, this was not the case. She was naked. She had come out of the shower, wrapped only in a towel. She was going to use her feminine wiles, to lure Dycke into action, and lay passively beneath him. When he asked her what was going on, she had a speech all memorized, especially the part where she would say that she was, "...lying down and thinking of England." If that did not make him laugh and think that trying to put her, 'in her place' was going to work, nothing would.

With the deepest most menacing voice he could muster, Dycke asked Payne, "Is this your idea of a practical joke?"

Payne replied, "Dycke, please let me explain. I thought you were awake, like you were at the hospital. I never thought you were sleeping."

"Payne, did you attempt to wake me?"

"No."

"So, your first action, upon seeing me asleep, on my bed, under the bed covers, was to get a bucket of ice and water, remove the bed covers from my body, and dump the contents of that bucket, upon my person. Is that correct?"

"Yes Dycke. I am so sorry. How can I make it up to you?"

"You are going to get such a beating, when I catch you."

Payne realized that she was not in trouble. She screamed, and started to run away from him. He chased her, around the room. He was the track star, and she was a greased pig. The chase lasted much longer than needed, but in the end Payne landed on top of Dycke, kissing him, and started their lovemaking ritual.

Payne asked, "How long should we wait, before we have children?"

Dycke looked at her, with his eyes wide open. He said, "Payne, we are eighteen years old. We have our whole lives ahead of us. Do you want to start a family, before you go to college, or do you want to wait, until after you have graduated?"

Payne looked into his eyes and said, "I want your child in me, on our wedding night."

Dycke looked at her and said, "I will never deny you anything you want."

Payne looked at him and said, "Can I have a pink sports car."

Dycke said, "Yes, as long as Gabby drives it."

Payne looked down at him and said, "You sure know how to ruin a girl's fun."

"I know how to keep my wife safe."

"Dycke, will we ever be able to live, without people protecting us?"

"My great uncle died in his hundreds and still had to be protected. My uncle Turnquest says he is surrounded by beautiful young women, all the time. That is true, but do not be fooled, for one moment. Many of those beautiful young women are agents, like Gabby and Fiona and Gracie."

Payne looked at Dycke and said, "That never occurred to me. It is the perfect cover for him, that scoundrel!"

"Yes, it is. However, I will bet that retirement has not slowed him down, in that department."

"Dycke, what is that thing poking me in my stomach?"

"I have no idea. Why not roll over and find out."

"It is a miniature baseball bat, and two little baseballs. Can I play with them?"

"Be careful of the bat. When it gets excited, it blows its top."

Payne lowered her mouth, over the top of one of the baseballs and fluid started flowing out of the top of the baseball bat. She hummed, and licked the orb for a while, and then replaced it, with the other one, and gave it equal time. By the time she got to the baseball bat, the handle was covered, with lubrication. She licked it, loved it, and devoured it, to its root.

Dycke arched his back, when Payne did that. He could not understand how she did it, and pushed up with his hips. It was not meant to force himself deeper into her throat, but it was a natural reaction, caused by the sensations, coursing through his body.

Payne remembered the promise she made, to herself, to remove all of Dycke's pubic hair, as her nose was embedded in it. She decided, it would be gone, by morning. 

She continued her ministrations, running her tongue, under his crown, down and around its sides, until she felt Dycke's thighs tighten and his ass clench so tightly, he could have picked up a dime. She could not decide where she wanted his offering, to be spent. She grabbed his cock at its base, and squeezed it so tightly that air could not get through it. She removed her mouth from his dick and asked him, "Where do you want to come?"

She was shocked, because she not prepared for the answer she received. 

Dycke's said, "In your ass!"

Payne was not prepared for anal intercourse. She had had it, that one time, but he snuck it into her, and she did not feel a thing. However, this time, he told her, and she had to prepare herself, mentally, for the anal invasion. She knew she would do it, because she loved him so much. He would never hurt her. He never had, during all their sexual play.

She said, "Okay, but how?

Dycke told her to lie down, on her back, and let go of him.

Payne did as she was told. She released his dick, which pulsed once, and a small amount of semen, dribbled out from the slit, on the top of Dycke's dick. She placed her mouth over it and licked it off, not wanting it to be wasted. Then, she slipped herself over his thigh, lay down on his left side, and waited for Dycke to work his magic on her. This is what she thought of Dycke's proficiency, in bed. Even though, she had no one to compare him to, Dycke had always made her orgasm, at least once, during each love making session, but usually multiple times. She always went to sleep, completely satisfied, and dreamed of what they might do, the next time. Since he always went to the library, he always treated her to something new and different, and as she prepared for the invasion of her bottom, she was not worried, he would hurt her.

Dycke reached into the night table, took out a tube of Analuble, and squirted a generous amount of lubricant on his hand. He transferred the lubricant onto his dick and turned to Payne. He took her legs, and pulled them up and over his shoulders. He squirted more lubricant, into his hand and rubbed it over and into Payne's little hole. 

Payne tightened up, on initial contact, and Dycke asked her to try to relax. 

Payne said, "That is easy for you to say."

He looked down at her and said, "Do you trust me?"

"Yes, I do."

"You know I would never hurt you, except if you asked me?"

"Yes."

"Close your eyes, Payne, and think about our little, gray eyed, babies."

Payne looked at him, smiled, and closed her eyes. 

Dycke stuck two, full of lubricant fingers, into her rectum, as easily as, a hot knife, goes through butter. He said to her, "Payne, you are so easy." He rubbed the lubricant all around the inside of her intestines, to make sure she would be ready for him. He cleaned the excess lubricant off, on the side of the sheet, and moved Payne's hips into position, for him, to fuck her."

The interlude between Payne's blowjob, and getting her ready for his anal assault, was no more than a few minutes, but it had served to cool Dycke's ardor. He placed his thumb upon her clit, and started worrying it, against her pubic bone. He leaned forward, licked, bit and sucked, on her nipples and breast, while the opposite hand squeezed the nipple, of her other breast, mercilessly.

Payne's mind, which had only been focused, on the upcoming assault on her ass, was now focused everywhere else she was being attacked. In the back of her mind, she said to herself, I have to get back to USC. The books he is reading are too advanced for me, and I am still not doing enough for him. He has too much time, on his hands, and I have had two little. I have to change that equation.

Dycke pushed his cock into Payne's pussy. Payne did not know it was coming, but she went into orgasm, immediately. When she began to recover, she felt another, bigger orgasm, growing in the pit of her stomach. She looked up at Dycke and said, "What are you doing to me?"

"I made you come and shortly, I am going to make you come, again."

"Oh yes, Dycke, yes. Fuck me. I am going to come. Please, Dycke please, here it comes, a little bit more, faster, faster, and yes. Yes! Yes! Oh fuck, yes!" Payne exploded all over Dycke's dick and lower abdomen and she fell asleep.

Moments later, Payne eyes fluttered open, and saw Dycke holding her legs up against his chest, as before, motionless, while he was fucking her. She asked him, again, "What did you do to me?"

Dycke looked down at her and said, "I made you come. I do that to make you feel good. I thought you liked that feeling?"

"I do, but I did not even feel the first orgasm coming. Then the second one hit me like a bomb. Is this from another book you read, or are you practicing on someone else?"

"First, you know I will never practice, on anyone else. Second, no, it is not from a book. Third, you were somewhere off in space, thinking of something else, and your orgasm just caught you off guard."

"What is your excuse for my second orgasm? It was very delightful, and better than any, in recent memory."

Dycke looked down at her, and said, "I, now, have to have an excuse, for bringing you to an orgasm? Everything I have read has told me that a woman is supposed to be in charge of bringing herself, to a satisfactory and complete orgasm."

"I told you to give me, your damn library card. You are not allowed to read anything, ever again, about the workings of a woman's mind, or body. When it comes to sex, you are so far ahead of me, both mentally, and sexually, I will never be able to repay you, for all the pleasure, you have given me, and will give me, in the future, from what you have learned to date. If you learn any more, you are going to either kill me, with kindness, or wear me out, completely. 

"Payne, my love, I have five books coming in this week, on loan, from the Library of Congress. It took a lot of pull and a few friends in Congress for me to get them. It would be impolite, if I did not read them."

"Oh, shit."

"How are you enjoying your second anal intrusion, Payne?"

"What are you talking...oh fuck, you are in there, again, aren't you?"

"Yes, I am. However, you did not answer my question. Are you enjoying it? We have had a short conversation, and you did not seem to be having any discomfort."

"I did not know it was there, and you were not moving. How am I supposed to know, if I am going to enjoy the entire experience, when the most painful part is insertion, and the most enjoyable part is supposed to be an anal orgasm?"

"You know this how, Payne?

"I have porn on my computer, also, Dycke."

"I do not have it on mine, Payne. I am embarrassed for you."

"Dycke, you are a lying sack of shit. Everyone looks at porn."

"Want to bet?"

"No. I am not getting trapped by you, while your dick is up my ass."

"I took it out a minute or so, ago."

"Really, I did not feel a thing. Wait one minute; let me see him. I do not trust you, as far as I can throw you."

Dycke showed Payne his fully extended dick and said to her, "Now comes the part, you feared. Are you ready for me to put him back in you?"

"No, not really, but do it anyhow, so I can feel what I have been having nightmares over, since the last time you did that to me. Go ahead, Dycke, I am ready. Put it in."

"Put what in?"

"Put your dick in my ass, you bastard, before I tell you to put it in your own ass, and I go to sleep."

"Oh, I put my dick into you, a moment ago."

"You did what, you son of a bitch?"

"Payne, I told you, not to talk about my mother that way."

"I was not talking about your mother, and you know it! How did you put that monster, up my ass, and not let me feel a thing?"

"The lubricant has an anesthetic in it. It helps first timers get through their fears, and lets them enjoy the experience, without the pain. If you would like me to continue, I will, otherwise, I will remove myself, from your bottom and we can do something else or, as you said, you can go to sleep."




Having Fun with Dycke and Payne Ch. 12



"Like hell! You are in there, I may as well find out if I can orgasm anally, like the porn site said."

"Payne, no more porn, for you, I will not have my child's mind polluted by that stuff.

"Dycke, you go to the library and read about sex every day. I can go on my computer, and do it, any time I want. So, do not give me that male, double standard bullshit, or you will find yourself on the floor, again."

"I see you have not developed a sense of humor yet, my PET."

"How can I have a sense of humor, with and eight inch poker up my ass?"

"Would you like me to do something about that, Payne?"

"I do not think you could keep your mouth closed, long enough, tonight, to do anything about it, Dycke. It seems to have taken over your brain, and sex is not as important to you, this evening, as it is normally."

"Want to bet?"

"I have to bet you to get laid?"

"It was worth a try."

With everything settled between them, Dycke started to move inside Payne. What she did not know, was Dycke had stalled. He was waiting for the anesthetic effect of the lubricant, to wear off, so Payne would feel every sensation anal sex provided, and hopefully, he would be able to get her to orgasm, this way, also. He kept looking in Payne's eyes, to see the change, which always occurred, when she started up the road that leads her to heaven's gates. After a long time, he saw it. Her eyes became smoky, she closed her mouth, pursed her lips, and she began to breathe, through her nose. She was close and Dycke shifted into high gear. 

Payne was not fragile, so he pounded into her, like a pile driver. She grunted every time he bottomed out, but she did not complain. He placed his thumb on her clit, rotated and pressed on it, mercilessly. Dycke was about to run out of fuel, when it happened.

Payne stiffened, as if she had gone into 'rigor mortis.' Her mouth opened, and she screamed, at the top of her lungs, as she came. She squirted, drenched Dycke, and her legs down to her calves, as she passed out, cold.

Dycke was exhausted. He wanted to sleep, next to his beauty, but he had a feeling, that she was out for the night. He got up, retrieved his cell phone from his briefcase, and took pictures of Payne's, smiling, exhausted face. He covered her private parts, took pictures of her moisture-laden legs, and then took pictures of his body, which was soaked, with her juices. He transferred the pictures to his laptop, and went to bed.

Payne's eyes fluttered open a little after four o'clock in the morning. She looked at Dycke and said, "You son of the bitch, you did it to me, again." Silently, she said, "Woops, sorry mom, I was not talking about you." She slipped out of bed, went into the bathroom, and took a very quick, but thorough shower. Then, she took her overnight case, and brought it to her side of the bed. When it was opened, asmall light came on, which allowed her to see everything that was inside? She took out the body lotion, and spread it over every part of his body, which was exposed, especially his groin area. Next came the exfoliate. Normally it had a sting when it was applied, however, the body lotion took care of that problem. Also, it added time necessary for it to work. She was so preoccupied with his groin area, she ran out of it, before she was able to finish his left leg. She thought, "The hell with it. He can shave that later." 

She disposed of the evidence and covered Dycke. She closed her overnight case, put on panties, stockings and a dress, which she left at her waist, and pretended to go back to sleep.

When Dycke woke up, a little before seven o'clock, he looked at Payne. She was still asleep, with that smile on her face. He loved her so much; he did not know how he could live his life without her in it. He moved out of bed, slowly, not wanting to wake her, looked at her exposed breasts, turned and went in the bathroom to take a shower. His body felt funny, but he thought it was from all the exercise he had last night. He turned on the water, waited for it to steam up the room, and got in. He soaped up his body, and like most men, not looking at anything in particular. He thought about what went on, between Payne and him last evening. He took the shampoo, washed his hair, and then rinsed it off. When he looked down to see if he got all the soap off him, he realized something was amiss. He rinsed off his face, one more time, rubbed his eyes, and screamed, "Payne, I am going to kill you!"

He got out of the shower, opened the bathroom door, and Payne said, "Say cheese."

Dycke stopped in his tracks, looked at Payne, standing in front of him, fully dressed, with her cell phone pointing at him, clicking away. When he realized what was happening, he started running for her.

Payne was too quick. She had the door unlatched and flew through it, into the hallway, laughing all the way. Dycke could do nothing to her now.

Dycke returned to the bed, looked at himself, and started to laugh. He went over to the mirror and laughed more. The more he laughed, the funnier the joke became. She had finally done it. She had pulled off the perfect 'practical joke.' She had caught him, completely unaware, and he had paid the price. He picked up his cell phone, and called her. 

"Hello."

"Is this the person, who was finally developed a 'Sense of Humor?'?"

"It all depends, am I going to live, until the day I get married?"

"Payne, you have made me so happy today, if it was with in my power, I would give you everything that I have. It was the perfect practical joke. However, I have one question for you. What happened to my left leg? Is this part of a ritual, or have you decided to pull each hair out individually. I do look kind of funny now, and I can no longer wear shorts, until the situation is remedied."

"No it is not part of aRitual. I wanted you hairless around your dick. I ran out of the exfoliate. I used too much on there. It was not that I found it uncomfortable, but it kept getting in my nose, and made me want to sneeze. I remedied that this morning, and I overdid it by using too much there. That is why your left leg was not completely done."

"I believe now, that I am as bare as a baby's bottom, that I have the right to do the same to you."

"If you believe you can find the area, without my hair, then you may remove it. However, watching you work, and how you often play with my hair, prior to moving lower, I do not believe it would be a good idea, unless of course, you want to put landing lights, to guide you to my pussy." 

"You should come back to our room, blindfold me, and see if I could find your pussy, by olfactory senses, alone. If I do, I get to pull out every hair, from your pussy, with tweezers." 

"No bet, Dycke. You can probably smell the perfume on my body, or the hairspray, or the body lotion, or a hundred other things, and say that you smelled my pussy."

"Would I do that to you, Payne?"

"As I have said before, Dycke, 'Every day of the week, and twice on Thursdays.'"

"In that case, come back to the room, anyway, and we can fool around, until it is time for breakfast."

As he waited for an answer, there was a knock at the door. He went there and looked through the magnifier, and saw Payne, smiling at him. He opened the door, grabbed her arm, and pulled her through.

Payne screamed, but soon found a pair of lips, smothering hers. She felt his hands, unzipping her dress, and undoing her bra. He skipped her breasts and went to remove her panties. All that was left were her stockings and shoes, and he left those on. He lifted her straight up, over his head, and his lips went to her pussy. She screamed, however, this time out of fear. She had nothing to hold on to, except his head. The bridge of his nose was pressing directly on her clit. His tongue was buried in her pussy, as deep as it could go. He was looking for her honey and when he found some, he licked or sucked it out of her. He was so damn fast, and so damn strong, she could not get used to it. All of his training was paying off and when she was around him, she felt very safe and secure. However, in the position he had her now, she wished she could hold onto the ceiling, or he would put her down.

She screamed at him, "Dycke, I give up, you win. Whatever it is you wanted to win, you win. Please, put me down. I am scared to death."

Dycke laid Payne on the bed and asked her "Do you think I could find your pussy, without your hair as a guide?"

"Dycke, I think you could find me, if I was hiding among the One point two billion people, in China."

"Payne, you could be guaranteed of one thing. I would search for you, until I died." They kissed and slept until they received their wake-up call, at 9:00 AM."

Everyone finished breakfast and parted company, by 11:30A.M. Being mid-day on a Sunday, all the morning checkouts, were done, and the front desk personnel, were standing around, aimlessly.

Dycke took out two, one hundred dollar bills, and displayed them to a young woman, named, Janice. He explained what he and Bob needed, for the next five or six hours, and they needed to do it, in a quiet area.

Janice said that she had such an area, and asked them to follow her. She took them into the office of a supervisor, who was not working, that day. She booted the computer, brought in another computer, from a different workstation, and booted that one up, as well. She left the room, and ten minutes, later, came back, with a tray filled with sandwiches, sweet rolls, desserts, coffee, and sodas. She said to Dycke, "I do not get off work, until eight o'clock this evening. I will check on you, every hour or so. If you need anything, call my cell phone, and I will be here, as soon as I can." 

Dycke gave Janice five hundred dollars, for her kindness, and all her hard work. He, also, thanked her, for setting up the buffet, which made their working conditions, much more conducive, for the time they would be, at their computers. After she left, Bob's fingers started flying, across the keyboard, to find Fiona's gown.

Dycke's fingers were flying, also, however, his were flying east across the Atlantic Ocean, instead of West where Bob's fingers were taking him."

Three and one half hours later, Bob stood up and cheered, "Yes!"

Dycke went around to Bob's computer and saw the correct number for the dress, displayed on a site, Bob has discovered. However, the number indicated, that the dress size was a 6 instead of an 8. Then, Dycke looked for the store's location and it said, "Honolulu, Hawaii, USA." 

Dycke looked at Bob and said, "It is worth a phone call."

Bob picked up his cell phone, and dialed the number for "Premier Designs of Hawaii."

A man picked up the phone, gave a traditional Hawaiian greeting, and said, "Premier Designs, how may I help you?"

Bob said, "Hello, my name is Bob Short. I am calling you from Atlanta, Georgia. My bride to be found a bridal gown at aLocal boutique, but it is too large. The owner looked up your name on the Internet. He found that you had one dress, in a Size 6, that my bride-to-be may be able to use. She is a Size 8, but all of the size eights she tried on was too large on her. We would like to purchase this particular dress from you and have it sent to our home. Can you do that for us?

The man at Premier Designs asked for a moment, to speak with his boss. A few moments later, a woman picked up the phone and said, "Hello, I am Miriam Rogers, I own Premier Designs. I am sorry, but it is against our policy to sell any of our merchandise, over the telephone or the Internet." 

Bob said, "Ms. Rogers, will you send it, to a store, in Atlanta, Georgia or in Charleston, South Carolina.

Ms. Rogers asked, "What is the number for the dress?

Bob gave the number on the paper to her, and waited for her to reply.

Miriam replied, "Let me check my computer, Bob."

Ms. Rogers picked up the phone and said, "Bob, according to my computer, the dress has been sold. However, according to my inventory sheet, it is still in stock. I am going into the back, and find out, which one is correct. Why don't you give me your number and I will call you back."

Bob said to her, "Ms. Rogers, if it is all the same to you, I would rather keep this line open, and wait for your reply."

She said, "If it means that much to you, Bob, call me Miriam. I will search the storeroom, with a fine tooth comb."

"Miriam, by the age fourteen my bride-to-be graduate high school, and was working for a friendly government. At sixteen, she was an expert with every weapon, in the arsenal of three NATO countries. Using just that information, I believe you will now understand exactly how much your reply means to me."

Miriam laughed and said, "Bob, I am half bloodhound and half Indian scout. If it is in there, I will find it."

Marion put a heavy jacket on, and went into the cold storage room, where she kept all the bridal gowns and expenses evening wear. She searched every gown for that number, and after forty minutes of searching, she came up empty. She was very disheartened, as she took off the jacket. She exited the cold-room, walked into the showroom, picked up the phone, and said, "Bob are you there?"

"Miriam, by the tone of your voice, I would say you have bad news."

"Bob, I searched and searched, everywhere. If it is white, I looked at it and checked its number against the number you gave me and I do not have a gown that even comes close to that series. I am so sorry. I can give you a phone number, in Paris, where the manufacturer has their showroom. I have been there many times, and they have hundreds of beautiful gowns, from this year's designs, and gowns going back several years. They may have one in stock."

"Miriam, I have gone through every store in the United States, trying to find that gown in a size 8. Not only does it not exist in a Size 8, it just does not seem to exist anywhere."

"Bob, do you know what that means? It means your future bride is an exceptionally, artistic woman, and for you, she is going to be a handful."

Bob laughed and replied, "Miriam, you are right, on the button, with your analysis. I love her with every ounce of my being. Before I met her, if I died, I would have been fine with it. Now, if something happened to me, and I was not with her, I would be devastated."

Miriam laughed and said, "Bob, I can tell, this is your first marriage, and you are between forty-two, and forty-seven years old?"

"Miriam, come out of the closet, you giving me the chills."

"I cannot do that Bob, because I'm getting ready to go surfing. I want you to call Paris, and see what they can do, for you. Do not put your head in the sand. All you will get is fleas. Get to work handsome, and do not disappoint your bride."

"Thank you, Miriam. I will get to work on it, right now."

Dycke asked Bob for the number, and told him to have something to eat, before he passed out.

Bob took two sandwiches, and a can of soda and started eating. When he finished the first sandwich, he put his feet onto the windowsill, and rested his head, on the back of the chair. 

He woke up nearly two hours later, and found himself covered with a light blanket, the second sandwich sitting on a plate, but the can of soda had disappeared. 

Dycke found that the corporate headquarters of T.E.I. was in Lyon, France. When he asked for the corporate officers of this company, he kept running into a stone wall. The computer kept saying, "Information not Available." This was illegal, and Dycke began to think, 

1. Is T.E.I. a front for another company? 

2. Is it a part of a criminal or terrorist organization? 

If it is not a legitimate company, he wanted no part of it. He had two phone calls to make, and both of them, were very important. 

Dycke pressed the speed dial button, on his phone, and soon a very soothing and familiar voice answered, at the other end.

"Hello!"

Dycke replied, "Hello Uncle Turnquest; it is me Dycke. How are you, and your bevy of beauties, today?"

"Hello, Dycke, my beauties, and I are taking a rest. After all, I am not as young as I used to be, but I am not as old as I am going to get."

"Uncle, I need your advice. I may be walking into something, way over my head, or it may be the deal of a lifetime. However, all the information I need, is in Lyon, France, and with everything that is happening, here in the States, I cannot go there, and find out for myself. Would it be okay to speak with you, now?"

Turnquest said, "Give me one minute Dycke. Are you on your scrambler, now?" 

Dycke replied, "I will be in ten seconds, uncle."

"Uncle Turnquest, I am on my scrambler, and I am ready."

"Go-ahead Dycke, so am I."

"My future father, through aconvoluted set of circumstances, involving one wedding dress, found a company called, 'T.E.I.' that looked ripe for a takeover. It is already in my portfolio, which is why I am interested. I already own twenty-three percent of the company. Mister Temple believes I can buy enough stock, at the current price, to give me more than fifty percent ownership, for three hundred and sixty million dollars. I gave him permission to look into it. If everything checks out properly, I was going to purchase the stock and the options, just before the closing bell, next Friday. Today, I was looking through the company's portfolio. I went through the New York Stock Exchange trying to find out about their board of directors, and more about the company. There was no information about the company listed, at all. I called New York and they told me that the information was not yet available. Uncle, that is illegal, the answer scared the crap out of me. I began to wonder if this conglomerate was a source of income for a money-laundering operation, for the international mob, or a terrorist group. I do not want to be involved with them. I do not want any of my family members hurt, because of my association with them, even accidentally. Do you think you can get me any information, about this company, in the next few days? Should I let this opportunity pass, or should I jump at it? Should I go to Interpol, and ask them about this company? Uncle, sometimes being smart is wonderful. However, being smart, and only being eighteen, has its drawbacks. You have no life experience, to compare incidents, and draw your own conclusions."

Turnquest Schneider said to his nephew, "Dycke, I could not be prouder of you, than I am at this moment. You have come to me, and explained an extremely complex situation, with clarity beyond your years. You have no one in the United States, who could help you with a problem so intricate, and within such a short timeframe. I will call you each day at 6 P.M., your time. How many people know of your concerns?"

"I am the only person, with this knowledge, uncle. I have not told anyone else, yet."

"Dycke, tell Marti and Fiona, of the possible threat. Double your security, and stay indoors, if possible, until we find out who these people are, and if they pose a threat, to you. I want two people around you, at all times, and when you are with Payne, I want four people around you.

If this company is a front for organized crime, or worse, and they find out what you plan to do, they will not hesitate to eliminate you, and anyone close to you. You may want to call your friends, at the FBI, and have them 'LOOK' at this company, from the Homeland Security point of view. 

Remember, all this is just precautionary. However, I want to keep you, and your family, safe and secure."

Dycke said, "Oh shit; not again."

Dycke thanked his uncle, and said goodbye. He hit his speed dial again, and Marti picked up, immediately.

She said, "Ready for your daily run, Dycke?"

Dycke replied, "Marti, condition black."

"We will be right there. Seal the house, now."

Alarms went off, inside and outside the house. Guards, who had been down the street, standing as, by the limousine, came running to the house, with their machine pistols out, and ready. Gary ran to his computer checking his latest threat assessment. Gabby and Joey grabbed Alletta and Payne, by the scruffs of their neck, marched them out of the mall, and threw them into a Humvee, for their protection. Alletta and Payne had no idea what was going on, but when Gabby said, "Move," you did not argue, you moved. 




Having Fun with Dycke and Payne Ch. 13



61. Moving Forward

The Gulfstream jet rolled slowly down the runway, towards the hangar, that was its home. The women on board were tired and talked out. They had seen so many beautiful gowns, on their two-day shopping trip; they could not understand why it was not successful. However, for one reason or another, neither future bride had come away with a gown. Fiona was the closest to buying a gown. She found the perfect style, however it was six sizes too large. She was willing to try anything to get that gown, in her size. However, the boutique only had that one, and no amount of alteration would make it look great on her.

Now, the men were searching the internet to find a store that had one in her size. So far, their search had been fruitless, but they would have one more chance, when Piker Temple would called the home office of T.E.I., in Lyon, France, the manufacturer of the dress, in the morning. It was a last ditch effort, but it was worth a try. As Bob said to Dycke, when they had seen the girls off, at the airport, "Dycke, we have to find that dress. I do not want to be on the same planet with Fiona, when you tell her that the dress is not available."

Dycke said, "Me? You want me to tell her. You are out of your freaking mind. She will kill the person who tells her she cannot have that dress."

"Well Dycke, we have two choices in that case. First, if you have any doubts about getting married at eighteen years old, we can have Payne tell her."

"Not one chance in Hell, Bob. I feel about Payne, as you feel about Fiona. My wedding is on, Bob. However, most of the time, I can beat Payne, when we fight, and I do not come away with bruises, over my body."

"That was very funny, Dycke, but that only leaves us with option number two: We both leave the planet, and we recall Marti, and have her tell Fiona."

"Bob, I like option number two, however I like it for more than one reason."

Bob asked, "Should I ask what the second reason is, or should I let it go."

Dycke replied, "Why not call the women and tell them we are going to get something to eat, and I will discuss it with you there."

Bob called Fiona only to find out that they were having dinner, because they were hungry, and they were tired of waiting for them to return.

Bob and Dycke stopped at a local eatery, and settled down to discuss Dycke's latest problem.

"Bob, there can be absolutely no slip-ups about what I am going to tell you, like the one you did yesterday, about starting a family."

"Dycke, you actually thought that was a slip-up? I planned that down to the moment I would say the words."

Dycke laughed, "Why did you do that to her? Did you see how embarrassed Fiona became, when the other women started in on her?"

"It was exactly what I wanted to happen, Dycke. Now she can relax and let nature take its course. If she gets pregnant, she does not have to hide it from anybody, because everyone is expecting the news. She will not be as wired as she is, most of the time, while she is on a protective detail, guarding you."

"Bob, I am going to make you a promise here and now. The day she gets pregnant, she is being moved from protective detail, to U.S.C. to get her Doctorate in Finance. Afterwards, she works with Piker and Art Shell, in the office. You will be part of their protection detail, as baby sitter. I do not expect you to leave the baby at home, alone."

"Dycke, Fiona always tells me that you are too good to be true. Now, I believe it, too. Can I ask you a favor, before we begin on your problem?"

"Sure Bob, what do you need? If I can do it, is yours."

"Can you start Fiona's schooling, in September? I want her mind clear of her former duties, and only thinking of what she has ahead her."

"Consider it done, Bob. She will get her letter of acceptance into the doctoral program, in the next few weeks."

"I will not ask you how you are going to do that, without her signature, and the other prerequisites, needed for approval. However, thank you very much, Dycke. If there is anything that I can do for you, just ask me, and it is yours."

"Bob, I wish you had not said that just now, because I'm going to tell you for something that may have already put us in danger. You know about T.E.I. and their connection to Fiona's dress. Piker and I did some research, on the company, and it looked like, it was a takeover prospect. I own twenty-three percent of the company. For three hundred and sixty million dollars, I could buy enough equity interest to own fifty-one percent of the company. Effectively, I would own it, because no one is able to make any decisions, without my approval. Everywhere I look all I get is "Information Not Available at this time." As I thought about it, I began to wonder if this was a front company, with connections to some sort of organized crime. If it is, and I go after this company, I could put everyone I love in danger. If it is not, and I let this opportunity pass by, I turn out to be a business idiot. Piker believes that there are only four or five other investors, who could own a large block of stock. Since I own nearly a quarter of the company already, no one could have a larger portion of investment, in T.E.I., than me.

I called my Uncle Turnquest, and told him the story. He is going to look into this company, through his European contacts. He has many of them. At one time, in your past, you had connections, inside the U.S. Government. I do not want you to put yourself in danger. I can let this deal go by, and not have any second thoughts. However, if you can get any information, about this company, it would make my decision a great deal easier.

Bob smiled and said, "I worked for the CIA, Dycke. Everyone knows it, and it was a long time ago." Bob did not say anything else, but he nodded his head at Dycke, in an indication that he would do something, about the situation.

They both became quiet, as their server approached, and took their dinner order. Suddenly, neither of them was very hungry and they ordered very light meals.

Monday morning, a limousine took Payne, Fiona, Dycke, and Bob from Atlanta to Marietta, Georgia. It was a short, twenty-mile ride, however, when you enter the Gulfstream complex, it was like stepping into the future of aviation. Every aircraft was state of the art, and in various phases of completion. A security vehicle led them to the office complex, where Sandra Nicholson greeted them. After being signed in, photographed, and issued ID badges, she brought them into the maintenance hangar, where their G5 was located. She asked Dycke if the aircraft was going to be based in the United States. Dycke said that he was unsure. His attorney would contact her, and give her that information.

Ms. Nicholson advised them that they could not enter the aircraft because of the work that was being done. However, she said it was being outfitted with a new glass cockpit, and every top-of-the-line instrument package that was offered for the flight deck. The only items we need to complete this aircraft are for you to decorate the interior. For that, we need to go back to the office complex, and the design studio. We have, nearly everything you can think of for the interior of the aircraft, and if you need something we do not have, we will get it.

Payne looked at Fiona and said, "I think I am going to a good time here."

Fiona replied, "Why not have a good time? You are spending Turnquest's money, not Dycke's money. You do not have to be frugal, because he has, nearly, as much money, as Dycke."

Walking into the design studio was like a child walking into Willie Wonka's Chocolate Factory for the first time. Sandra put her arm out to stop Dycke and Bob from walking too close behind the girls. When Fiona and Payne stepped into the room, they, immediately, stopped.

Sandra looked at Dycke and Bob and said, "When a woman walks into the room, this happens every time. Men knock over their wives going in there, more times than you can possibly imagine. It was decided, that we would block any man, following a woman into the room, five feet before the door. It has saved many arguments from occurring, and many pairs of stockings."

Bob replied, "If you knew anything, about my intended, you would know you stopped an outright brawl, from occurring."

Payne looked over the room and said, "Where the hell do you start?"

Sandra replied, "The very first thing you do, is to decide on your color palette." She took Payne over to a large portfolio of pictures and sat down beside her.

Bob whispered to Dycke, "Do you think we could get out of here, peacefully. I have to make a phone call, about the gown. I have a suspicion that they will be here, for a very long time."

Dycke said, "The only thing that can happen, is they tell us we cannot leave. However, five dollars will get you a hundred, that they tell us to get lost."

Bob replied, "I will take that bet."

"Oh ye of little faith."

Dycke said, "Payne, Sandra, would it be possible for Bob, and I to use two computers to search for a wedding dress, for Fiona, while they are in here. We do not have to leave the building or anything. We have much to do, and time is of the essence."

Payne replied, "I do not need you here, if Ms. Nicholson can set you up with some computers, you are free to go."

Bob handed Dycke a five Dollar bill and asked, "Do you ever lose?"

"Not very often, Bob."

Sandra said, "Let me call my secretary and she will set everything up for you. When it is ready she will come and get you."

Dycke said, "Sandra, thank you very much."

Thirty minutes later, both men were sitting at computers looking for information. Bob took out his cell phone and hit a speed dial number on his cell phone.

Angus McFarland answered the phone at the Lotus Blossom, and said, "Bob, I do not deliver at lunchtime."

Bob replied, "If I ordered it now, it would get here by dinner time, because I am in Atlanta."

McFarland replied, "No civilized person lives or visits Georgia."

"Angus, you have never called me civilized before. Does that mean that you have upgraded my position, on the evolutionary tree, above chimpanzees?"

Angus replied, "Well, neither of you have tails."

"Thank you for the compliment Angus. I would like to order something that is off, the menu. However, I was hoping that you may remember the recipe."

"If I made it before, I can make it again. What do you need my good friend?"

"Do you remember, when we were in Washington, and we ate at that fancy Mandarin restaurant down by the mall. They made us a dish you said was bitter and you could make it much better. I believe they charged us eight ninety-seven. I thought your mind had gone foggy, that day."

Angus replied, "My mind has never gone foggy."

Bob said, "I tasted it here in Atlanta. I am going to send you the recipe the cook gave me. I would like your opinion on it. Dycke raved about it. Would you get that for us soonest and let me know?"

Angus laughed, again and said, "It may take me a while to duplicate the recipe. Then I have to cook it. I will call you when it is ready."

"You are the best there is Angus, and never forget it."

"I do not care what you say, flatterer. You must pay your tab when you are here."

"Eat something Angus your blood sugar must be getting low. I always pay my check and leave a big tip, for those bare breasted beauties of yours."

As soon as he hung up the phone, Bob sent Angus a text, "Red*/* T.E.I. Lyon, Fr."

While Bob was talking with Angus, Dycke talked with Piker. Piker had called T.E.I., and had tried, in a roundabout way, to find out about the company's dress making hierarchy, with no results. In order to avoid suspicion, he then went into the story about Fiona's dress, and was connected with the company's warehouse facility.

The operations manager, at the warehouse, was very helpful. He checked his computer and saw three dresses, with the exact codes; Piker gave him. The dresses were due to be shipped out, soon.

He told Piker, "The only way he could have one of the dresses, was to have it picked up and altered, at their Paris store, prior to Friday morning. He needed a decision and a fifteen hundred dollar deposit, to hold the dress, by 2 PM Eastern time, which is 6 P.M. Paris time."

Piker took his direct phone number, and said he would get back to him shortly.

Dycke relayed this message to Bob, and Bob said, "I guess Fiona and I will be going to Paris."

Dycke said to Bob, "Should I stand in front of you, when you tell her you found the dress, to prevent permanent injury?"

"No, it will not be necessary. I will stand behind one of the displays, and whichever way she goes, I will run the opposite way."

Bob and Dycke walked, quietly, back into the design studio, and took up defensive positions. Bob called out, "Fiona, I have some news for you."

Fiona, Payne, and Sandra turned to look at Bob. He said to Fiona, "You must promise to take this news calmly. No hysterics, no yelling, no throwing of objects, you must act like a grown woman. Do you agree?"

Fiona replied, "Bob if you do not spit it out, I am going to break your neck."

"Piker just got off the phone, with the maker of your dress, in Paris. You have a decision to make before two o'clock this afternoon. We have to call T.E.I. back and say yes, and give them a Fifteen hundred dollar deposit, if you want them to hold one of the three dresses, that are left in the world, that are in your size."

All eyes were on Fiona, waiting for her reaction. Fiona finally said, "It is fine, Bob. Where are they sending the dress, to Atlanta or to Charleston?"

Bob replied, "I forgot that part. If you want the dress, you have to go to their store, in Paris, to have it altered and bring it home."

Fiona was no longer quiet. She became excited. She started dancing with Payne and Sandra. She was screaming, and yelling, "Paris," as if she had never been there before.

After a few moments, she realized she had not kissed Bob, and thanked him. She turned, looked at him, and ran towards him.

Bob took evasive action, and moved in the opposite direction.

Fiona yelled at him, "Get over here, you wimp."

Bob replied, "My body has not healed, from the last set of bruises you gave me."

Fiona said, "I promise, I will be gentle."

"Fiona, if you hurt me, there will be no Paris."

Fiona approached him and asked, "When should we leave?"

"Ask me tomorrow, and I will let you know."

She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed the top of his head,

to remind him, how much taller she was, then him.

Payne asked her, "If you are finished with him, can we get back to work on my airplane?"

Fiona said, "Absolutely, but I am far from finished with him."

Dycke called Piker and told him to reserve the dress, and put down the deposit for it. Then he went to Sandra and asked her if Gulfstream rented aircraft.

Sandra said, "Seeing that we are in the process of revamping your G5, we can loan you a G5 at no charge. Of course, you have to pay for costs involved." She then asked him when he would want to leave.

Dycke said, "Give me a few hours, and I can give you the particulars, you will need." Then Dycke started issuing orders. "Fiona, call your mother, tell her to pack a bag and get ready to fly to Paris. Bob, take Fiona shopping. She cannot go to Paris wearing what she considers clothes. She always seems to be dressed for battle. Payne, get your nose out of the book, pick your color palette and I will do the rest. Call your mother and get her back here on the jet. Have your mother, call my mother, and ask her if she wants to go along. Dycke thought to himself for a moment, "What a stupid question that was." This goes for their agents, as well. Does anybody have any questions?"

No one said a word. They had never heard Dycke speak so forcefully, prior to this moment. Even Payne, who had seen Dycke, as emotional as he could be, had never heard this tone of voice.

Dycke's said, "Seeing that no questions have been raised, I have one. Fiona, do we need special permits to carry automatic weapons, in France?"

Fiona said, "Yes, however, Marti can take care of that easily enough."

Dycke looked around the room and said, "Good." He waited another moment and asked, "Why is everyone still looking at me and not doing anything?"

In seconds, the room burst into action. Dycke went to Sandra and said, "A Tuesday, 5 PM departure, will get them into Paris at what time?"

Sandra laughed at him and said, "Dycke I only build them. I do not fly them. Let's go inside and I will check the computer and get you some accurate information."

They walked to her office and she plugged the information into her computer and added the projected weather, and winds aloft into the figures, and told Dycke that the flight time, between Marietta and Paris, was a little over eight hours.

"Can you configure the G5 to sleep 10?"

"No, Dycke, they can recline comfortably. The only aircraft we have that can sleep 10 is the 650."

"Can I rent one, lease one, trade in the G5, and buy by the 650? Just give me an option, because I have to have, well rested people, when they get the Paris. Fiona is going to come home, with a wedding dress. I hope that Payne will find something there she loves, as much as Fiona loves, her dress."

"Dycke let me see what I can work out and I will be with you in about one hour."

As he returned to the showroom, everyone seemed calm, and relaxed.

Dycke started asking questions, "Fiona, did you call your mother and tell her what to do?"

Fiona replied, "Yes Dycke. The only thing I could not tell my mom was the name of the hotel, where we will be staying."

Dycke responded, "Call her back and tell her, that is her job. She is to find a 5 Star Hotel and book rooms for as many people, as needed. If people want to double up, fine. Normally, when we go out of the country, we will get four adjoining suites overseas. Payne and I, in one, Marti and Gaby will be to our left, Milton and Jack will be to our right. Depending where you decide our egress point is Fiona and Bob will be on that side. Fiona, I do not know what you want me to do with your mom. Should I put her on a separate floor, with an agent, for her safety? Do you want her in a two-bedroom suite, with you and Bob? We can put her in a suite, across the hall from us, if you think that works. Tell me what you think is best for her, and it is done."

Fiona looked at Bob and said, "I told you working for him was going to be a pain in the ass. He asks hard questions, and expects an immediate answer." Fiona looked at Bob, with doe eyes, batted her eyelashes, and said, "What do you think, dear?"

Bob looked around the room and said, "This is the first time she has asked my opinion, about anything, and it involves her mother. I think I need a shovel to start digging my own grave."

The room burst into laughter. Fiona hit him on the shoulder, lovingly, but still there would be another bruise there, in the morning.

Bob looked at Fiona, "Dear, purely from a tactical point of view, if fireworks start, the last place I would want your mother to be, is in a room, the bad guys may have seen us exit. They may go in to set up a trap, upon our return, and find your mother there, defenseless. I believe the best place for your mother to be, would be across the hall, with her own agent, staying out of the fray."

Fiona smiled at Bob and kissed him. "Bob that is a brilliant idea, I am amazed, I did not think of it first."

"Dear, you probably said it in your sleep, and I overheard it."

Fiona looked around the room and said, "You see, even Bob knew I had something to do with it."

The room burst into laughter, again.

Dycke continued, "This trip is different, however, because I will not be going with you. My presence would be useless and a distraction. I am sending Bob, because he will get to meet his new mother, for the first time. Otherwise, he would be staying here with me. I believe the setup should be the same: Payne and the two mothers sharing one suite, Frankie and Gabby to their left, Bob and Fiona, to their right, and Fiona's mother, Alvena, and Joey, across the h. Use the flight crew, as the additional buffer, on the egress side. Any questions?"




Having Fun with Dycke and Payne Ch. 13



Payne yelled, "Is there any possibility that I can get some help over here?"

Dycke looked at Payne and said, "How many colors on their in the rainbow?"

Payne yelled back at him and said, "A lot!"

Dycke said, "You have ten minutes to pick one, as your color palette. After that time, the interior of your plane is going to be forest green."

Payne screeched, "You would not do that to me."

Dycke walked over to one of the fabric boards, picked up a piece of green leather, and handed it to Payne. He said, "If they make leather any darker than this is, I will get that, just for you. I will have them paint the exterior of the aircraft this color, also. You have ten minutes starting now."

Payne looked at Dycke and said, "You are not getting any, until after the wedding."

Dycke looked at her and said, "Okay," and walked away, saying nine and one half minutes.

Payne looked around and said, "Someone, help me!"

Sandra came to Payne's rescue. She told her that the interior of the aircraft is not like the interior of the home. It has to be utilitarian. You do not want it to be pink or yellow. Light blue is very calming, for the external surfaces, and carpeting that will brighten up the flooring using a blue and pink tone, if she wished. She pulled out a book and showed her several aircraft designs with blue interiors and Payne agreed to use the light blue on the fuselage, and a light rust color, for the chairs, just as she had seen in another photo.

Sandra told Payne that she would take care of the carpeting and the fixtures for the bathroom, and that she would be well pleased. She promised Payne, while she was flying to Paris, she would have Dycke signing papers for every nut and bolt that was going in to the G5 upgrade. He was going to be signing papers, until his fingers cramped. This time, it was time for Payne to grin.

Dycke came over to Payne and said, "Your time is up."

"I am having Sandra add one more upgrade to my aircraft. They are installing pylons for heat seeking missiles. One day my airplane will be behind yours, and one missile will accidently fire. Sandra will trace it to an electrical malfunction, and I will be a wealthy, merry widow. That will be my last practical joke, on Dycke Schneider."

"Can we go back to the hotel room now, so I can start plucking hairs, one by one?"

Payne replied, "Okay, but no sex."

Dycke looked at her and said, "I waited eighteen years, I can wait two months."

"You bastard and I am not talking about your mother."

62. What Men Do, When Their Women Are Away? They Work.

The G650 lifted gracefully into the air and turned northeast using global positioning satellites to guide it to Paris. As they were advised to do, the women had dressed in very comfortable clothing and upon reaching cruising altitude, of 51,000 feet, the lights were turned off and everyone went to sleep, for the eight and half hour flight to Paris. They would touch down at 8:15a.m.Paris local time.

Three minutes after the G650, a G5 lifted off, for a one-hour ride, to Charleston. While the women were going to Paris to spend money, the men were going to be at home, earning it.

Chad Schneider could not have been happier, with this turn of events, except of course, if the dress was in Hong Kong. The two contract deadlines his company had coming due were critical and the potential income from both of them was enormous. He hoped the girls stayed in Paris through the week, so he could get this done, with the other men and women on his staff.

Piker Temple and Art Shell were up to their ears in research papers, looking into the inner workings of T.E.I. The company looked solid; however, finding out about its corporate structure was near impossible. Regardless of whom they asked, or what favors they called in, the answer was always the same, "Information not available."

Dycke's uncle, Turnquest, called him at six o'clock, as he promised. He only spoke for a short time and said, "Dycke, from what I have learned so far, get ready to write a very large check. I still have to verify a few things, with a few very highly placed individuals, but if they verify what I have already found out this company is as good as you think it is."

Dycke thanked his uncle and relayed his message to Piker and Art.

Thursday morning, Angus called Dycke and asked, "Why is Bob not answering his phone? Did Fiona break both his arms?"

Dycke laughed at Angus and said, "No Angus, Bob did not get that lucky. He is on his way to Paris, surrounded by nine women, to buy Fiona a wedding dress."

Angus roared with laughter. "He probably wishes he was in jail again."

"He has said that many times, in the last few weeks, Angus"

"He asked me for some information about a company called T.E.I., do you know about this?"

"Yes, Angus, he asked you about this company, for me. I am thinking about buying it but I could not find anything out about the management. I could not ferret out any of the names in the corporate structure. Did you?"

"Yes Dycke I was, and there is a reason no one could find out anything about them. They are former top-level spies, like Bob and I. Not low-level readers or intermediate level scouts. They are the cream of the crop. They are the managers, the deep cover agents, and several former heads of agencies. The company is solid. No one messes with it, because of the people in it. Therefore, my boy, if you have the chance to purchase enough stock to own it, my advice to you is 'buy it.' Then, sit back and enjoy the profits these people will bring in for you."

"Thank you very much, Angus. I appreciate what you done for me. I will make sure, Bob gets in touch, with you soon. Both of you will enjoy a share in those profits."

Dycke hung up and immediately called his uncle on the scrambler. When Turnquest joined him, Dycke told him what he had learned and asked his opinion.

Turnquest said, "I can report I have just verified this same information. Our Fiona, will even recognize the head of their operation, when we meet him."

Dycke thought for one second and said, "When are we going to meet him, uncle?"

"At your wedding, Dycke; I am being invited, correct?"

Dycke laughed and said, "Uncle, we have reserved the entire second row for you and your bevy of beauties."

"That is very kind of you, Dycke. However, I will only be requiring four seats. Our new associate and I will require one each and one each for our escorts.

"Uncle, thank you very much, for your hard work. As soon as the invitations are printed, the first four will be sent to you."

"Thank you, Dycke, we shall talk again soon."

Dycke hung up and called his father. Piker picked up his office phone, and said, "Go-ahead Dycke."

"Dad, do whatever you have to do and get me 50.1% or more of T.E.I. stock or options as soon as possible."

"Dycke, you know who you are dealing with now. Are you sure you can handle yourself against those people?"

"I do not think that would be a problem. They are business people now and they work out in the real world, not the underworld of espionage. I have three people on my team, who can help me, if I need any help."

"Remind me never to play poker with you, chess neither. You are going to write a check for three hundred and fifty million dollars on a hunch about people, and a wedding dress. Where do you get these brass balls, son?"

"Dad, remember, I have read everything from Plato's "Republic" to today's New Republic. The best part is I remember most of what I have read, and I can put it to good use. If my uncle and Angus McFarland are correct, T.E.I. is a dream waiting to happen.""I hope you are right Dycke. I would not want to be playing poker against you, if you are bluffing."

"How about we play chess, dad, you said you can play?"

"Yes, I do. However, I can only play the last week in August and the first week in September. The remainder of my year is booked."

"Very funny dad, I will tell Payne you said that, and ask her if she would prefer, if I played chess with you, or get her pregnant. I cannot imagine what her answer would be?"

Takeover rumors started floating around the money markets around the globe, but no one could find out what funds were backing it or what company was the target. Fund Managers denied any involvement, and Hedge Managers said the company was too small to warrant their time.

Everyone in the T.E.I.'s hierarchy declared ignorance of the situation, and stated that they had not traded any of their shares. The titular head of T.E.I. said to the group, "We are being approached, by an unknown source. Use all your assets to find out who, and what they might want, and do not act, without my authority."

Lord Whitbred put down the phone, and called an associate in London. He asked her if anyone had been making inquiries about his company. He was surprised, when the answer came back quickly, in the positive. Now all he had to do was follow the money, back to the person, asking for information. He did not have to worry about doing that, because his phone rang, and his secretary said to him the "New Majority Owner of T.E.I. was on the phone, and wished to speak to him."

Lord Whitbred picked up the phone and asked, "Who is this?"

"Seeing that I possibly own enough equity in the company, at this moment, to control it, I believe it is my right to ask you that question."

"I see we are getting off on the wrong foot."

"If that is the way you would like it, I will call a Board of Directors meeting, Monday morning, in Charleston, South Carolina, at 10a.m., at which time the old board will be dismissed and a new board will be put in place. It really is a shame. I like spies, old ones, and new ones. I have quite a few of them working for me. I would like to have continued that relationship for many years into the future."

"How did you get my phone number?"

"A gentleman I know runs an oriental restaurant called, 'The Lotus Blossom.' He gave it to me."

Lord Whitbread laughed and said, "How is Angus these days?"

"I do not know what he looked like when you knew him, however, I would say that he is a little larger than life, now."

"My name is Lord Jeffrey Whitbred. I will be looking forward to meeting you one day." A light on his desk started to flash and he asked, "May I interrupt this conversation, for one moment please?"

His phone called to London had already borne fruit, and his contact told him the questions came from Switzerland and a retired lawyer, Turnquest Schneider. He picked up the line again and said, "May I assume I am talking to Turnquest Schneider?"

"Close Lord Whitbred, but not correct. Turnquest is my uncle. My name is Dycke Schneider. That is spelled D-Y-C-K-E, the Dutch spelling. If your company did not make a very special wedding dress, I would never have realized I owned twenty-three percent of T.E.I. already, and this conversation would not be taking place. However, one of my dearest friends needed that dress, in a size 8. In order to find one, we had to call the manufacturer. We found the initials T.E.I. on a wedding gown in Atlanta. My future father did some investigating and saw the company as a possible acquisition target. I made that offer this afternoon, and we received enough positive response that I nowown at least fifty-one percent of the company. I hope in the future we can become great business partners and friends."

"Dycke, if all you needed was a wedding dress, you could have called me, and I would have had one made for your friend, and given it to her for free. It would have saved you a ton of money."

"What fun would that have been, Lord Whitbred. We would never have had this conversation, and a chance to meet?"

"Dycke, I am going to ask you a very impolite question, but I have to a feeling about you, which I very rarely get. Please do not be offended when I ask you for your age."

"I am not offended Lord Whitbred. I am eighteen years old. I graduated high school this past February."

"Oh, bugger! I knew it. I have had the opportunity to deal with several of your sort, and they always wind up breaking my heart, in one way or another."

"Lord Whitbred, I am not going to marry you, I am just going into business with you. Hopefully, you will continue to run the operation, as you have done in the past, with little or no input from me."

"I am glad to hear that last part, Dycke. However, my previous remark was guided towards several of my former staff members. Some started with me, at ages younger than you, and served their country brilliantly, only to lose their lives, or be mustered out of the service, by shortsighted bureaucrats, whose only thought was the bottom line."

"Sir, now it is my turn to ask an embarrassing question. Did you ever induct a fourteen-year-old girl, into MI 6?"

"Fiona?"

"Lord Whitbred, how would you like to give a bride away?"

"Dycke, I have not seen or heard from Fiona, in over nine years. Why would she want me to give her away?"

"Sir, as you know, her father, and brother were killed in the Falklands. When we talk about her early life, the only man she talks about is you. Everyone else in her life is either a fellow agent or someone she spied on. Somehow, every conversation we have about those days ends up having two names in it: Marti's and 'his lordship.' I did not put that together, until just now. I will have to clear it, with her future husband, Bob Short, but I think it would be absolutely, the icing on the cake for her, if you would agree to do it."

"Dycke, it would be my honor. Where is she now?"

"Sir, she should be halfway across the Atlantic Ocean, on her way to Paris. She has a fitting scheduled at your Paris store, this afternoon. The dress is supposed to be there waiting for her. My future bride, along with our mothers, Bob, and their security agents will be there, with them."

"Dycke, she is going to be in for an awful letdown. The dress is going to be irreparable."

"Sir, do you remember what happens when Fiona becomes upset?"

"Yes Dycke, I am quite familiar with her reactions. I bred them into her, and I have the team of women that can control her every breathing moment, when she is in this salon. I will have my people set up cameras to capture it on film for posterity."

"Do you think they can get my bride into a dress, also?"

"They will not leave Paris, without wedding dresses being made for them, Dycke. There will be dresses for the mothers and for the bridesmaids, including all of the security females."

"Sir, it took Bob five hours to get Fiona to buy one dress to wear to Paris. It would take a battalion, of your S.A.S. people, to get Marti into a dress."

"What did you do Dycke, go into the retirement files of MI 6, and see who was available?"

Dycke laughed and said, "No sir, Fiona and Marti came as a package deal from my great uncle. When he passed away, I inherited his entire security force, and I am extremely happy that I did."

"Dycke, is Marti there?"

"Yes sir, she is in the outer office."

"Call her into the room and give her the phone, but do not tell her who is on this end. Be sure that you are not around, when she gets off the phone. She may be perturbed with you, for letting her be caught off-guard."

"Sir, Marti has a very long memory. The last time I did something like this to her, she ran me fourteen miles. She will kill me this time."

"Dycke, it will be good for your character."

"Sir, as Marti often says to me, when she is teaching me self-defense, 'this is going to hurt me, a lot more than it is going to hurt you.'"

"Get her on the phone Dycke, and get out of that building."

Dycke put the phone on hold and walked out of the office. He went to each person individually, told him or her to take out their cell phones, and be prepared to take some pictures of Marti, when she goes into the office. He walked over to Piker's desk, and said that his phone conversation had gone well. The former head of T.E.I. wanted to speak to Marti, about some security arrangements for their group.

Marti reached for the phone, but Dycke stopped her and asked her to take the phone in the other office, because he had to speak with Piker. When Marti was a few feet outside of Piker's office, Dycke's said, "Dad put your phone on speaker, take your cellphone, and be prepared to take some pictures of Marti. From what I was told, this should be extraordinary."

Marti picked up the phone and said, "Hello."

"Is this Ferdina and Nicholas' little girl, Martina Theresa Innocent?"

"Yes, and who the bloody hell is this?"

"Then stand at attention, Sergeant Major, and do it now!"

Marti instantly reverted to her training, as a British soldier, when recognizing an order from a superior officer. She nearly dropped the phone.

"We have become weak Sergeant Major, haven't we? This soft living is not doing your body any good. You could run only fourteen miles, with an eighteen-year-old boy. What happened, Sergeant Major, you cannot run any further? Sergeant Innocent, do they pay you, so much, in civilian life, that your wallet is holding your ass down? I am waiting for an answer Sergeant Major."

After being berated for several minutes, Marti realized she was standing at attention. She turned around and saw everyone taking pictures of her, and laughing. Then she saw Dycke waving goodbye, and running out of the office, with Gracie at his side. It dawned on her, that she had been tricked. The person, on the other end of the phone, was about to catch hell.

Marti asked, "Who is this? No, who were you, because when I get my hands, around your throat you are going to die a slow death."

"Martina, you must watch your temper. It always has the disadvantage of raising your blood pressure, and with your advancing age, we would hate to lose you."

"Got you, you son of a bitch. Your blood pressure speech has just given your away, your Lordship. I am still going to find you, and kill you for the shit you just pulled. First, I am going to kill Dycke for allowing you to do this to me."

"Martina, do you know how many pictures and stories I have about you, in our archives?"

"Your Lordship, do you remember your little tryst, with that secretary, in Kenya?"

"I am no longer in service to the crown, Martina."

"I am no longer in your service, your Lordship."

"Now that we have finished our little pissing contest, I am going to give you an order, and you are going to follow it to the letter. Is that understood Martina?"

"Yes, your Lordship."

"You will go to a bridal salon, today Martina. You will be measured completely from head to toe, for a Maid of Honor dress. You will have pictures taken, by a professional photographer, while you are wearing various colors to see if we can make you look like a woman, and not like warrior. Do you understand?"

"I will 'not' wear a dress."

"Martina, both your parents are still alive. I do suppose you would like to see them, again. I am not asking, I am telling you to get this done today. I have not had to hurt anyone, in a very long time. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, your Lordship. I will get it done, in the morning, right after I kill Dycke."

"I'm sorry, Martina, you cannot hurt him. He owns fifty-one percent of my company. One word from him or his heirs, and I would lose everything. So be a good girl, run along, and play nice."

"Yes, your Lordship." 

Marti hung up the phone gently, stood up straight and yelled, "Where is

that son of a bitch, I am going to kill him."

Everyone in the office laughed, until laughing hurt. Finally, Piker told her that Dycke had gone home, to put on his running shoes, and was waiting for her there.

Marti grabbed her bag and started to leave, when Piker asked her, "Are you leaving me alone?"

She looked at him and said, "I thought you were finished for the day?




Having Fun with Dycke and Payne Ch. 13



Piker smile at her and said, "No! Now that my wife is gone, I can try to catch up on the work that has been piling up on my desk. I may be here all night."

Marti threw her bag down, on the chair, and started doing sit-ups. With each one she said, "I am going to enjoy killing him. I am going to enjoy killing him. I am going to enjoy killing him..."

When Dycke got home, he picked up his satellite phone and called Bob to give him aheads-up, for the upcoming day's events. The attendant woke Bob up and escorted him to the flight deck, to take the call.

Bob put on the headset, and asked Dycke what was the problem.

Dycke said, "Bob, you are not to say a word, until I finish, because you will scare the pilot and wake up the women. There is enough trouble ahead, for both of us, as it is. The company, which I made an offer for today, the same company that makes the wedding dress, is run by Fiona's former boss. He loves her like a daughter, and she regards him as a surrogate father. She is not to know this. She is not getting that wedding dress. When she gets there, the dress is going to be irreparable, and Fiona will throw a fit. I told him he was nuts, however, he told me to leave it to him and his people. They will take care of Fiona. He is even going to have it filmed at the salon for us to watch, later. He is going to have custom dresses made for Fiona, Payne, and Marti, as well as the mothers, all of the bridesmaids and female agents. You should have seen what he put Marti through tonight. I had everyone in the office, take pictures on their cell phones, to record the event. Before he told me to put Marti on the phone, he told me to leave the office, for my own safety. I could not believe it, until I saw what he had her do, so I had Gracie, at my side, while we watched. When Marti picked up the phone, he said a few pleasantries, and then in a commanding voice had her stand at attention. She stood there, for five minutes, before she realized what was going on and demanded to know to whom she was speaking. I do not know what their relationship was, but he ordered her to wear a dress to Fiona's wedding. Marti flatly refused. At the end of the conversation, he said to her, that she was going to do exactly, as he said. She buckled and said okay. Marti would not buckle to a Mack truck, approaching her at sixty miles an hour. She said 'yes' to this person, in under ten minutes. Finally, since Fiona and this man, had such a close relationship, I asked him if he would 'give her away', at her wedding. He said he would be honored. I told him, I would have to clear it with you first, and I would let him know. I am finished Bob. You can speak, now."

"Dycke, can I go back to sleep, now. You seem to have taken care of everything very well. I was going to stay out of the way in Paris, anyway. I understand there is a second Paris "Under-ground." If I hear an explosion above ground, I will start making a third Paris, until you tell me it is all clear. Good night."

Ch.62. Paris: A Shopping Paradise

As they checked into the hotel, Fiona heard a screeching voice that could only be one person: her mother. She turned around and her mother was charging at her, at the speed of light. Fiona braced herself for the impact, and hugged her mother, like a baby bear. There were tears in both their eyes. They talked frequently; however, they had not seen each other in five years.

Fiona asked her mother how it felt to be retired.

Alvena replied, "I am not retired. I work for your boss. Who do you think supplied these lovely rooms?"

"Yes mom. I am sure it was harrowing work. Your job description sounds extremely demanding, and the thought of traveling to those terrible places must be terrifying."

"Where do you think you got your brains and toughness from Fiona? I have to beat the bushes, ahead of you, and make sure that the hotel rooms and dinner reservations are made, prior to your arrival."

Fiona said, "Mom, don't make me laugh in front of the people I am sworn to protect."

Alvena replied, "Why, they do not know you have a sense of humor."

The group that had been listening to this family reunion broke into laughter.

Alvena looked around and said, "Have you been putting on your mean act again?"

Fiona blushed, bright red, before Bob came to her rescue.

"Mrs. Brooks, I am Robert Short. We have spoken many times on the telephone, and it is my pleasure to meet you."

Alvena took Bob by his arm, started walking towards the elevators with him. She said, "Bob, I have a million questions for you, but the first one is 'How did you knock her panties off, and convince her to marry you."'

Fiona could not believe her ears. Her mother made many embarrassing remarks about her, while she was growing up. Now she had taken the man she was going to marry, and the first question she asked him was about 'knocking her panties off.' This was going to take some getting used to, and she would have to keep close tabs on her mother.

Fiona looked around and realized she was the only one remaining at the check in desk. Everyone else, followed her mother, and Bob, to the elevators, hanging on to her mother's every word. She ran to catch up with them, not daring to let them get into an elevator, without her. There was no telling what damage her mother could do to her, on the way up to their rooms.

Alvena held court in Fiona's suite, for an hour, before everyone went to his or her separate rooms, to rest. Fiona needed an aspirin, desperately, because her mother had told so many embarrassing stories, about her youth, she had a splitting headache. Bob had so much ammunition to use against her; she could never live it down. She lay down on the bed, with her mother, cuddling with her like a child, wondering if she should kill her now, or wait until after the wedding. They had been apart for so long, that the simple act of touching made Fiona realizes how much she had missed her mom's presence, in her life. She vowed to herself, never to ever let that happen, again. She wondered how her mother had handled the separation. Alone, in an empty home, with a moderate income, which she augmented monthly, to be sure she wanted for nothing. Fiona wondered how lonely her mother must have been. She would apologize for her lack of thoughtfulness, later.

At 12:30 in the afternoon, their limousines let the women off, one street north of the T.E.I. salon and everyone knew they were in trouble, when Alletta asked Payne, "Darling, do you remember the check I ripped up, at your graduation? Would you happen to have another one on you?"

Payne said, "Motherrrrr!"

Everyone laughed and Alletta said, "I was only joking, sort of."

Bacillica took Alletta's arm and said to her, "One month, and fifty thousand dollars each. What would we have done, with the other twenty-nine days?"

That brought a very large smile to Alletta's face, because she knew she was not alone. They were in a shopper's paradise, and she was a 'Master Shopper.'

Each store was a jewel, and each jewel was more precious than the one before it. When they reached the salon entrance, they were not impressed. It had a frontage of twenty feet, with one fairly nice gown on display, on each side of the doorway. They had hoped for much more. However, as long as Fiona's dress was there, was properly fitted, and looked, as radiant as it did in Atlanta, everyone would be satisfied. They stepped inside the front door, into a dusty, medium-size waiting area and rang a bell to receive service. An elderly man, with a cloth tape measure and straight pins protruding from every piece of fabric on his body, asked how he might serve them.

In French, Fiona introduced herself saying, "I am Fiona Brooks. I have a one o'clock appointment, for a dress, with this lot and style number on reserve. I am here to be fitted, and for the dress to be altered."

The elderly man said, "I must get the matron and she will take care of you, personally."

A few moments passed by, when a stunning, fifty-ish year-old woman, impeccably dressed, came forward and greeted them. She asked if everyone spoke French or if English was preferred.

Payne said French was fine with her. Bacillica, Alletta, and Alvena preferred English.

The matron's name was Suzette and she made everyone feel at home. She apologized for the dowdy entrance, but explained it kept many people away from the salon; they did not wish to serve. She said if they would follow her into the stage area, the fitting could begin.

Everyone and walked through a narrow entrance, into a near-perfect circular mirrored room, about sixty feet in diameter. It had raised runways, fitting platforms, heavily tufted chairs, couches, and tables. The lighting was dramatic and could be changed to fit the mood.

From offstage, arguing could be heard. Suzette excused herself, to see if she could find the reason for this dispute. Her voice could be heard joining the discord and it only got louder and louder. After what seemed like an eternity, ten women of varying ages, plus Suzette, brought Fiona's dress out front. Not one face was happy, not one head was up.

Several of the women lifted Fiona's dress off the table and Fiona smiled, because it was gorgeous, and she started to stand up.

Suzette motioned to her to sit back down, which Fiona did. They turned the dress around and the back of the gown was destroyed.

Fiona screamed, "Noooo!" She wanted to kill. She did not want to kill; she was going to kill, whoever was responsible for doing this to her dress. She stood up slowly, and walked to the dress and asked Suzette, who was responsible for the damage to the dress.

Suzette said to her, "That does not matter. You need a wedding dress and we are going to make you one, starting right now. Get undressed."

Fiona said, "I want my dress."

Suzette looked at her and said, menacingly, "I told you to get undressed and I mean, get undressed now." Suzette looked over her right shoulder to the women who had brought out the destroyed dress and said, "Help her undress."

Fiona was mobbed. She was naked in seconds, and she felt helpless for the first time in her life. She was roughed up and pulled up onto a fitting platform, and ordered to stand straight and stand still. There were tape measures everywhere: her arms, her neck, her legs, her waist, her hips, even her feet were measured. Nothing was left to chance.

No one except Marti, ordered Fiona around. Here, in France, 10 fragile, little women, in black dresses, armed only with straight pins and tape measures, handled Fiona, like a stray cat.

Payne could not get over the look on Fiona's face. She had never seen her so confused. Fiona was always in charge, always three or four steps ahead of everyone else. Buying a wedding dress had her totally, out of her depth. She started laughing, until Suzette walked over to her, and said, "I understand you are getting married, also. When will that be happening?"

Payne said, "One week before Fiona's wedding."

"Oh, how wonderful, have you picked out your dress?"

"No, I just started looking."

Suzette nodded and walked towards the back of the showroom and yelled, "Ladies." Ten more women came out from the back of the showroom, and listened to Suzette.

Suzette turned and pointed a finger at Payne and sweetly said, "Come here, darling."

Payne grabbed hold of her mother's arms and said, "No, thank you."

Suzette said to her staff, "She is shy. Undress her carefully, but undress her."

Payne yelled, "Mom!"

Alletta looked at her daughter, smiled, and said, "Are you sure you do not have another check on you?"

Payne replied, "I will get you for this, mother." Moments later, Payne was as naked as Fiona was, and suffering the same humiliation: being poked, prodded and measured, by people telling her to remain straight and still, every other second.

Suzette was pleasantly speaking with Bacillica and Bookman Alletta when she realized the time, and said if everyone were hungry, she would place an order.

They nodded their heads and Suzette made a call. This was pre-staged by Lord Whitbred and the call was just to verify the delivery time.

They did not deliver nibble food, or salads or grass-like substances or yogurts. They delivered hot food on Sterling Silver trays with bone china settings, and stainless steel silverware. There was foie gras with truffles, oysters, and quiche of every type, duck confit, and cassoulet as the main courses, with crispy baguettes for dipping into the delicious sauces. Dessert included crème Brule, chocolate mousee, and tarte tatim and tarte fruite. Of course, no French meal would be complete without champagne, red, and white wines.

When the setup for the buffet was complete, Fiona and Payne were handed two plain white gowns so they could cover up. They thought it was a little late for that, because all the men that had set up the buffet had already had an eye-full, and were now gone. They were about to join the line at the buffet when Suzette intercepted them and told them to sit down and she would serve them. They thought that was very kind of her, because the robes did not come with belts. They were wrong.

Suzette brought them to small plates containing four ounces of food each: Two ounces of quiche and two oysters. They each received a glass of sparkling water.

Payne was sure this was a joke. Fiona was ready to go for her gun.

Fiona asked, "What is the meaning of this?"

Suzette replied politely, "We are about to put fabric around your body. We cannot have you go all puffy, in your belly, with food and drink and get a proper fit. This evening, at dinner, you may have a proper meal. Tomorrow you must have breakfast before 7 AM, and eliminate before you come here for your next fitting. If you are unable to eliminate your meals, we will give you an enema and help you along. Your stomachs must be as flat, as they are now, and will be on the day of your wedding. We do not want your wedding dress to swim all over your body, on your wedding day, would we? Now, enjoy your snack."

Fiona and Payne looked at the buffet line and hated everyone that was on it. Not only did the food look wonderful, but the aroma filled every inch of space and turned every taste bud on. Those little buds did not want quiche; they wanted cassoulet, and duck confit, with chocolate mousse and crème brûlée. They wanted a glass or two of the 'heart healthy wine' to keep that organ physic ally fit. Oysters may be good for the libido, but cassoulet is good for the stomach. Payne and Fiona were drooling, and the cameras caught it all.

With the exception of the aforementioned duo, everyone else had a hearty repast, which lasted for exactly, one hour. When that hour was up, Fiona and Payne were again escorted back to their platforms to be covered in fabric. From the back came bolts of Duchess Satin, Italian Satin, pure silk, silk and cotton organza, lace tulle, silk Gazar, and appliqué materials made of lace from Ireland and Kashmir for the crown and cape. No expense was to be spared and none was taken. Each material was in an eggshell color for Fiona, and bright white for Payne. Each bride loved her material and the material of the other bride, and they could not decide which they liked better. There was no bickering between the brides, but there was nearly a war between the twenty seamstresses, whom each accused the other of attempting to ruin the others fabrics. Suzette was again called in to referee the shouting match. Since Fiona had a headache, prior to coming here, she knew why her head was now ready to explode.

At 6 PM, after four hours of being told, "To stand straight and stand still," it was, finally, closing time. The fabrics were picked out, not by the brides, but rather bride's mothers, guests, Suzette, and her staff. The bride's bodies contained marks made from pencils, pens, and markers, of every color of the rainbow. They were told not to wash them off, because they were needed for the fittings, which would occur the following days.

Fiona and Payne were so disappointed they nearly cried. They had both been looking forward to a long, hot soak in the whirlpools, in their rooms. Now they were told they could not even shower. Fiona told Payne she wanted to join Bob, in Moscow.

Payne laughed and said, "Do you think there is room for the three of us, in that cell?"

Alverna had planned a wonderful dinner party, for them at 8 PM, in a restaurant, near the hotel. Both Payne and Fiona wanted to skip dinner, but they were so hungry they would have eaten the room service menu. Off they went, with the other nine members of their group, to eat dinner and to try not to fall asleep while doing it.

Dinner was wonderful, and again, Alverna was the center of attention. The stories of Fiona's childhood seemed endless, and the more stories, she related, the more Bob smiled at her. Her mother told stories that Fiona did not know she knew about. It turned out that Marti, her friend and mentor, could not seem to keep her mouth shut, when it came to her mother. Marti and she were going to have a very long discussion, about confidentiality, when they next met.

It seemed to Fiona, that her mother could speak perfect English, even with her mouth full of food. For two and one half hours of eating and drinking, her mother did not shut up. The applause and laughter received, after each, and every story, seemed like fodder for her memory. It brought to light the next story she told. She even told the story about the night Fiona lost her virginity. There was only one other person, besides her and the boy, who knew the details of that night, and Marti was going to catch a beating, when Fiona returned to the states.

Nine people at the table laughed at how red Fiona had become. They taunted her about staying out too long, in the English sun. She could do nothing about Bacillica, Alletta, and her mother, publicly, but her peers would hear from her, when they returned home. Buying this wedding dress turned out to the more problematic, than she thought it would be. She believed it would be fun, to be here in Paris, picking up her dress, and doing some shopping, with Bob and her mother at her side. It was turning out to be a nightmare.

When dinner was over, everyone started to get into the limousines, for the trip back to the hotel. Bob went to the trunk of one limousine, pulled out a travel case, and said to Fiona, "Why don't we walk back, it is not that far, and we can walk off dinner."

Fiona agreed, told the driver that she could leave, kissed her mother, and told her she would see her in the morning.

It was a partly cloudy evening, in Paris, but no one was looking up. Paris is called "The City of Lights" for its ground-based lighting, and from their position, Bob and Fiona could see the Left Bank of the River Seine, the Hippodrome, and the Eiffel Tower. After they passed over a small bridge, they walked down a side street, to a pair of double doors, with no name or address above it. Before he opened the doors, he looked at Fiona and said, "I love you very much, and I only know of two ways to calm you down. I am going to do both of them for you tonight, because I saw the look on your face at the hotel. I was so happy that you did not kill me, that I arranged for this room, to be available for us alone. I hope this helps you make it through the next few days of fittings."

Bob opened one of the doors, and Fiona stepped inside to see a large training center. She shouted with glee as she ran in to the center of the matted area. She turned, looked at the bag, Bob had been pulling and said; "My clothes are in there?"

"Yes, but we could fight naked, if you want."

"No, you are so short, I would have to use the Braille method to find you and you sweat so much, you would be too slippery to hold. I am going to beat you tonight, and bring our score even."




Having Fun with Dycke and Payne Ch. 13



"Dream on, sweetheart. As you said, I am so short, and slippery, you do not have a chance of pinning me. Why not get changed, so I can take two or three minutes, out of my busy day, and teach you another lesson, about males being superior to females."

"I am so happy I had a lousy day. It will help me readjust your head and rethink your superior attitude."

Bob opened the case, and they took out their outfits. They changed on the gym floor, not caring if anyone was looking at them. They walked to the center of the mats, bowed to each other, and Fiona said, "Ding."

She did not do what he expected her to do. She did not charge him as she had done the last time they fought. She waited and looked for him to make the first move. They circled each other with their hands and arms in defensive positions and when Bob attacked, it was with his feet to her ankles.

It was a clean knockdown, and Fiona had not prepared for it. Bob was so quick, that her height and weight advantage, did not work for her, it worked for him. As her body hit the floor, face down, Bob's body landed crosswise on her shoulders. He reached for a thigh, in an attempt to put her into a position that would cause her pain, and she would have to surrender.

Fiona had other ideas. She rolled to her left, taking Bob with her, and wound up with him beneath her while she was face up on top of him. He still had her in a superior position, but she was no longer in danger of a pin.

Bob attempted to reverse his position, but, this time, her height and weight, worked in her favor. He said, "Why did you have to be so damn tall."

Fiona replied, while struggling to get out of his arm hold, "I am not tall, you are a midget."

"Bitch."

"Prick."

"That is for later, cunt."

"You will have to prove that you are worthy of that privilege."

Bob had adjusted his powerful legs, and flipped her, asshole over teakettle, and she wound up, with her face down, and him on her back. He said, "That has never been a problem for me, your attention span is so short, you probably do not remember what you had or dinner."

Fiona responded, "I remember what I ate for dinner, however, I know what I will not be having for dessert."

Bob spun around and sat on her ass. He had both of her arms, behind her back, and he pulled hard, making her arch and said to her, "I always loved the way you ate your dessert. If you stop eating it, I will send you to Moscow."

"The way you go on and on about Moscow, I think it might be a very nice getaway." Fiona bucked her hips wildly, rolled to the left, unseating Bob and forcing him to let go of her left arm. As soon as it was free, she hit his right shoulder and caused him to release her right arm. She bounced up, and moved away from him, waiting to see what he would do next.

Bob moved closer and attacked her legs, again. He dove headfirst between her thighs and grabbed them on his way through. He lifted Fiona's body off the ground, and flipped himself backward landing Fiona on her back, with him on top of her. She grunted and groaned, in pain, as the wind was knocked out of her.

Bob was in no position to pin her, but he had caused her pain, and pain caused a loss of stamina. He rolled off her and took a defensive position, while Fiona moved away from him, but she stayed on the floor, watching him, and gathering her wits. She thought to herself, "These damn training lessons with Dycke are making him better, all the time. I am going to have to sharpen my skills to keep up with his, at least until he gets me pregnant."

Bob saw the smile come on Fiona's face. He said to her, "You are losing. What is there for you to smile about?"

Fiona smiled wider, and said to him, "You will have to get permission to fuck me, in order to find out, midget."

"I keep telling you that is not a problem. However, I will not kick a person, who is already down."

"Are you afraid of a little 'Greco–Roman style wrestling, Bob?"

"Is that what you are calling the position you are in? The judges would disqualify you, before yelling 'Fight', for insulting the tradition, of their institutional style."

"Well, Bob, if this is not correct, you should show me, the correct starting position."

Bob relaxed and approached her, from the rear, and began adjusting her position to a true classical style. However, this adjustment forced him to place a hand between her legs and attempt to spread them and push the right leg rearward.

That was what Fiona was waiting for. She grabbed him by his wrist, pulled his arm through her legs, and rolled her body, trapping him underneath her, with his arm extended and vulnerable.

She yelled at him, "You dummy, I have you now. If you do not give up, I will break your fucking arm."

"This is what I get for trusting you. You ask for help and take advantage of my good nature. You win this match, but you lose my respect for your talents. You could not win, legitimately, so you cheated. I accept this defeat; however, the next time you need someone to help you recover, from a stressful situation, you will have to take a pill, because I will not help."

Fiona felt terrible. He was right, and she knew it. She let go of his arm and walked away, without saying a word. She took a towel from the suitcase, walked to the furthest corner of the gym, sat down, and started to cry.

Bob did not know if he had overreacted or not, but he did not go over to her. He wiped the sweat off his body, and changed into his civilian clothes. He watched Fiona, every second. He had never seen her, this distraught. He sat down and waited for her to make a decision on what to do.

He saw her stop crying, but her head remained down, and she did not come back for clothes. She sat there in misery, wondering if what she had done was worth the outcome. She knew that Bob's rebuke was correct, but she had planned the move. She thought it would be taken as ajoke, not as an insult. She decided to talk with Bob about it, and see if they could come to an understanding, between them. This was their first big fight, and it had come at a terrible time. She was having her wedding dress made, and she may have insulted her fiancee so badly, he might wish to cancel their wedding. She stood up and walked towards Bob, to find that he was walking towards her. They met where the argument had started. She went directly towards the part of the conversation, she feared so much. She asked Bob if he hated her, for what she had done and wanted to cancel their wedding.

He said, "That thought never entered my mind, Fiona. I love you very much, and this was an argument over a principle I hold dear. This was not an argument about the values we both have. If you cheated, with another man, I would have thought about canceling our wedding."

"Why did you say that you would never help me again?"

"Fiona, you are a very strong-willed woman. There is no situation, in this world, you could not handle. You could push the nuclear button and not give it a second thought. This stress and tension you feel, is self-inflicted, and that is why I said that I would not help you. You can handle it yourself, but you refuse to do so. You allow little things to take over your senses, instead of taking care of it yourself. That is why I said I would not help you."

"I like your help, Bob. I have never had someone I can lean on, and trust in so many years, I have forgotten what it feels like. I do not want to lose that feeling, with you. Can you please forgive me, and forget we had this match, tonight?"

"This evening we took a long pleasant walk, and there is nothing to forgive you for Fiona. I love you so much."

"Bob, I want is you, of you, without reservations. I love you, and I always will. I never thought I would say that to any man, because I was always stronger-willed than they were. All they wanted was to get into my pants. You wanted me. That was how, to quote my mother, 'you knocked my panties off and convinced me to marry you.' That woman will be the death of me, but you are the one that gave me life."

"Fiona, I think we should go back to the hotel. I want to show you the other way, I know to calm you down."

Fiona smiled and asked "Oh yeah, Bob? What way is that?"

"You will have to wait until we get to the hotel, to find out. It is an ancient recipe handed down, by word of mouth, generation to generation. I believe you will get the hang of it, very quickly."

Fiona said, "I cannot imagine what recipe can be made in a room, without an oven, Bob. However, I trust you. I hope you will trust me, when I say I will do my best to learn 'everything' that was handed down 'by word of mouth.'"

The next day, Suzette told Fiona and Payne to stand by the rear mirror of the showroom to have paper patterns attached to them. She turned, looked at Alletta and Bacillica smiled and said, "Ladies, strip and take your positions, please."

Both mother's, shook their heads vehemently, saying, "No!"

Payne cheered, "Go get them, Suzette!"

Alletta said, "Be quiet, thief."

Bacillica looked at Alletta and said, "Thank God, my son is not here."

Frankie pulled out her cell phone, and when Bacillica was naked, she yelled, "Mrs. Schneider, look over here."

Frankie never called her that, so she turned completely and when she did Frankie yelled, "Smile!"

Bacillica yelled, "You did not do that to me, did you?"

Frankie said, "Of course, I did. I am sending the picture to Dycke, right now. Everyone had seen pictures of Alletta's follies, in the hospital. Now, they will see you flaunting it, in Paris."

Alletta laughed, while Payne, Fiona, and all of the agents, cheered and applauded. Frankie sent the picture to Chad, and not Dycke. The note attached said, "Your wife is getting ready for a day on the town. Clothing is optional in Paris. Frankie."

It was shortly after 8 AM Eastern Daylight time, when Chad's cell phone rang and indicated he was receiving a picture. He downloaded it, while he was eating his breakfast. When it appeared on his phone, the mouthful of coffee he had, sprayed all over the kitchen table. There was his wife, naked, staring at the camera. He read the caption, laughed and knew that his wife had been caught off-guard. He could see the mirrors in the background and he knew they were at the salon being fitted for their dresses. He attached a cable between his phone and his computer and transferred the picture to it. He would have a surprise, in his bedroom, when his wife returned home.

Three days of fittings, changes of patterns, not only for the dresses, but for petticoats, panties, bustiers, stockings, garters, shoes and every other item the brides, mothers, and agents were to wear or carry, on their wedding days, were argued, and fought over, to the most minute detail. Finally, on Saturday evening, Suzette said, "You may return to the States, whenever you like. All your gowns will be ready, and sent to you, by the 15th of August. Six of my seamstresses will accompany the gowns, to do the final adjustments, prior to Payne's wedding. Afterwards, they will do the final adjustments on the gowns for Fiona's wedding.

Both Payne and Fiona looked at her, with fear in their eyes. Fiona said, "We do not know what our gowns will look like. All we have seen our pieces of fabric and paper cutouts. What are we supposed to think, for the next seven, for eight weeks? Believe that you will come up with a gown we will love."

Suzette said to them, "Beatrix, Diana, and Christina did."

Fiona's jaw dropped to the floor, and she did not say another word. She told Payne that they could leave now.

Payne wanted to say something to Fiona, but she followed her, out the front door. The entire ensemble followed them. When they were outside, Payne asked her, "Who was Suzette talking about that you were so satisfied, with her judgment."

Fiona looked at everyone and said, "One is a queen, one was a princess, and the other has more money than God."

63 A. Coming Home (Alletta)

Arrangements were made to have the Gulfstream ready for departure by 11 PM that evening, and that there would be eleven people, instead of ten returning to the United States. It would land in Charleston, before continuing on to Marietta.

Everyone except Payne had cleared customs, when she looked up at her mother and said, "Mom, look what I found in my purse! It must have been here all the time." Payne held up her checkbook and showed it to her mother.

Alletta screamed, and tried to get back through Customs, the wrong way, but the guards stopped her. Frankie and Joey took hold of Alletta; however, she was still threatening her daughter, with the loss of life and limb.

The Customs agents asked Payne if she was sure she wanted to get on the same aircraft, as that maniac. She assured them everything was fine. "It is only my mother."

When the plane landed in Charleston, there was still an icy feeling, between Alletta and Payne. Payne said to her mother, "I am tired of this shit. Every time you do not get your way, it is always about money. With you, it is always about money. You do not love anyone, or anything, more than you love money. I have signed this check. Take it, go to the bank, and take out every penny. I will not be coming home, ever again. I will stay with Dycke, until the wedding, and afterwards, we will buy an apartment, and live by ourselves. I will have someone get my things, out of your house, as soon as possible. You will not have to think about me, ever again. If you wish to come to my wedding, you can. If you do not want to, I will not miss you. Take your money and get the fuck out of here. Will someone please take me to Basilica's house; I do not wish to be here anymore.

Alletta looked at her daughter, and started to cry. She had done the unthinkable; she had broken her daughter's heart, over money. Now, her daughter hated her to the point, she did not wish to see her anymore. She stood there, among the others and collapsed to the ground. Her life was over, as far as she was concerned. If she did not get her daughter back, her life was not worth living. She got up, and ran after Payne and begged her to listen, but Payne's heart was ice, just as Alletta's heart was on the aircraft. She promised Payne that she would never mention money, again. She promised she would change her attitude, towards her. She promised her anything she wanted, but she could not live without her daughter, because she was her life, and without her, she might as well be dead.

Payne yelled at her, "You should have thought about that, before you ranted and raved, over the money. The money: Always the money. You did it with me, you do it with dad; you do it with everyone. I am tired of it. Dycke has more money than I ever imagined, and he never, ever mentions it. That is the difference between you, and a normal person. You are a psychologist. You of all people should know better. I do not know if I can ever forgive you, for what you have done. I am getting married in two months and I am furious with you. If people were not coming, from all over the world, to be at my wedding, I would cancel it and elope with Dycke. I know, dad, and Chad would lose a ton of money, because of it, but I would ask Dycke, if he would not mind reimbursing them, because it was not their fault. It was yours, totally and completely yours. I do not wish to be with you right now. I need to be with Dycke. I need to talk to a normal person. I need to calm down, before I punch a hole in a fucking wall."

Bob called Dycke on his cell and advised him of the situation. Dycke asked where they were and where Payne was going. He told Bob not to let her go to his house. He told him that she needed "Scream Therapy," and the best place for that was Fort Hamilton Park.

He said, "Bob, tie her up if you have to, but meet me on the north side of Fort Hamilton Park, by the statue in fifteen minutes. Bring two cars and leave me one. I do not know how long it will take her to calm down, but I will stay with her, until she does. Then I will take her to a hotel, and let her sleep. We will see what she feels like tomorrow."

Bob indicated to Fiona and Gabby that he wanted to incapacitate Payne. They both nodded and moved to circle Payne.

Payne did not notice this movement, until it was too late. Bob threw her over his shoulder, and Payne screamed her objection. He put her in the back of a Humvee and got in with her. Fiona was in the driver's seat and Bob told her where to go. Gabby was in the other vehicle, with Frankie and Joey. For the first time, two women were being guarded by only one agent, and he was driving the limousine.

Dycke was standing at the statue with Gracie, awaiting Payne's arrival. He could only imagine the hell he was going to get when she arrived. She needed to scream, at the top of her lungs, and she might as well scream, at him, in this open area, rather than in the confines of their bedroom, at home. He had no idea what had started this argument, with her mother, but he was sure he would find out every detail, shortly.

The two Humvees rolled to a stop, less than twenty yards from the statue. Bob pushed Payne out the side door, unceremoniously, closed and locked it behind her. She screamed, and yelled profanities at him, until both vehicles drove away.

Dycke yelled to her, "You should scream at me. At least I will listen."

Payne ran over to him, threw her arms around him, and cried. She said to him, "I need to talk to a normal person."

"You are calling me normal? I feel insulted. No one has ever called me normal."

"Dycke, you know what I mean. You have more money than you know what to do with, and you never talk about it. You do not flaunt it; you do not buy gaudy things. You are a normal person, and I love you for that reason."

"Payne, I have two airplanes. That is anything but normal. I bought you a diamond ring, which is appraised at more than fourteen million dollars. That is not normal. I made an offer for controlling interest in a business last week, for three hundred forty five million dollars. That is not normal. The only normal thing I do is love you. That is what keeps me grounded. Without you, my life would be senseless. Without you, my life would have no purpose."

Payne told Dycke the entire story. How she totally lost it, with her mother and had to get away from her, before she hit something.

Then she said, "Dycke, you know the right things to say to agirl, when she is down in the dumps. You make me feel like a million dollars, which is the amount of money, which started the argument with my mother."

"Payne, my love, give it back to her, and I will give you ten million dollars as a wedding present. Give it back to her and I will give you one hundred million dollars as awedding present. Money is the root of all-evil. It caused you and the person, who loves you the most in the entire world, to have a vicious argument. You told her if she did not come to your wedding, you would not miss her. You lied, just to cut her heart out. If she did not show up, you would cry through the entire service, and you know it. You said many things to your mother that were true, but they were hurtful. They did not need to be said. This argument has to mended, quickly. I want you to go to the bank, with me tomorrow and withdraw every penny that is in that account, in cash. It may take them a while to get the funds, but they will have it by the end of the business day. Then, I want you to call your mother and father and invite them to my parent's house for dinner, just like they invited my parents' to yours. Play it cool at dinner, however, after dinner, tell your mother that you would like to give her a peace offering. Hand her a suitcase or travel case, whatever One Million Two Hundred and something dollars fits it in and let her open it. Tell her that it is now her money, every dime. You are no longer responsible for it. If she gives it back to you, the argument that started at the airport will continue and you no longer wish to see her, ever again. If she accepts it, you will try to forgive her, and try to forget that the argument ever occurred. The decision is up to her. You can have me in your life, if you keep your money; or you can give me back the money and never see me again. The decision is up to you."




Having Fun with Dycke and Payne Ch. 13



The limousine dropped Alletta off first and Steve's Corvette was in the driveway. At least, she would not be alone. She walked into the house and heard Steve's stereo blaring away and she went upstairs to say hello.

Steve looked at his mother and knew something was wrong. He said, "Mom, what happened?"

"Payne and I had a terrible fight, over money. It was my fault, all my fault. She never wants to see me, again. She told me if I did not show up at the wedding, it was all right with her. She said all I loved was my money. I loved it more than anything in this world. The way she put it, she was right. The way I acted, the way I argued with her, she was right. I disgraced myself in front of everyone, and I lost my daughter. I may never see her again, and I hate myself for it." At that point, Alletta broke down and cried.

Steve went to his mother, held her in his arms, and tried to comfort her. It was a lost cause. He held her, and walked her into her bedroom. He laid her on her bed, covered her, and hoped she would fall asleep. He called his father and told him what had happened. Piker told him, he would be home shortly, and he was to keep a watchful eye, on his mother. Stay with her and keep her away from her medicines and wine. He did not know how to repair this rift, between mother and daughter.

63 B. Bacillica – I Forgot Something...

After the fiasco at the airport, and dropping off Alletta at home, Bacillica was ready to relax at home. As the limousine drove up in front of her house, she saw Chad's car in the driveway. This was a weekday, which meant he should be at work. If he was not at work, he had to be sick, because he never took a day off, otherwise. He was a workaholic, and when she left, he had two deadlines approaching. He said they needed to be done, as soon as possible. The builders were going to be in town to see the plans by the twenty-fifth, and if they were not ready, he could lose the commission and the work. She opened the front door and called out his name. He yelled out he was in the bedroom, lying down.

As she had expected, he was ill. She asked if he needed anything, before she came upstairs.

He replied, "No, I have everything I need."

Bacillica left her suitcases in the hall and climbed up the stairs to her bedroom. She opened the door to a darkened room, and Chad asked her to close the door. As soon as she complied, the lights in the room came on, and Bacillica screamed!

Chad laughed and laughed, as his wife screamed, "Nooooo!" He had taken the picture that Frankie sent him and photo-shopped it into poster size photographs of his naked wife. It was not one or two posters; they were all over the room and the ceiling. They were in the bathroom and the shower. Chad had been a very busy man, both at work and at home. Bacillica was beside herself. She was so engrossed looking at pictures of herself, she did not notice that her husband approached her, as naked as her pictures. When he reached her, and fondled her breasts, she was startled. She turned around, and saw him naked. She smiled and asked, "What has gotten into you?"

Chad said, "Let me see." He took his wife to the bed, lay her down next to him, and pointed to the ceiling. He said, "I think it was that one."

Bacillica said to him, "They are all the same."

"When you are looking at your naked wife, on the ceiling, you can imagine all sorts of deviant things."

"What kind of deviant things?"

"Get undressed and I will show you."

"You used to love undressing me."

"I can still do that, but that means you would have to be submissive to my every whim."

"I can still do that."

Chad straddled his wife's hips and began unbuttoning her blouse, as he started telling her all the things that were about to happen to her.

She said, "Are you sure you remember how to do those remarkable things?"

"If I just explained them to you, I can do them to you."

"Then stop talking and start doing, because I have forgotten what it feels like to have you inside me."

Chad looked at his wife and asked, "Have I been that remiss in my home duties?"

"You have been very busy at work, and I try not to complain because you are always so tired when you get home. You work six and sometimes seven days a week and you make a wonderful life for me, and our children. It would be very unfair, for me, to complain that I miss one thing, when I have so much."

"How long has it been since we have had sex?"

"Chad, let's not talk about that now, let us just make love, and enjoy it. I do not want to upset you."

"Cili, how long has it been?"

"It has been almost two years, Chad."

"Oh my God and you have never said a word."

"Chad, let's not go there now, please. You were about to make love to me. If you get upset now, I will cry, because it will end before you start."

"Cili, there is no way I would disappoint you now." He continued undressing her until she was completely naked. He kissed her from the bottom of her feet up her thighs to the crown of her head and back to her lips and her eyes. He had ignored his wife and he did not think about it one time. He was so engrossed in his business; his libido had taken a vacation. If sex meant nothing to him, his wife and her feelings should have. He could not make it up to her in one evening or in one week, or in one month. He would try to make it up to her for the rest of his life, starting now. He bit her nipple and then and sucked on it until it peaked. His right hand went to her mound and placed a finger inside, searching for her clit. When her back arched, he knew he had found and he started pressing and rotating his finger around it. He moved his body lower so his mouth could enjoy the liquids her pussy had started to drip. He took her legs and put them over his shoulders, opening her center to him. He licked and probed around her opening as she writhe in pleasure, for the first time in a very long time. She did not believe in use of toys, because of her religion. She felt that it was just another way of cheating on her husband. She would not do that, because she loved Chad, wholeheartedly, and had since she was sixteen years old. He was her only boyfriend and he was the only person that had ever entered her body. She was even embarrassed to go to the gynecologist, who she made sure was a female. Chad continued using his tongue on her vagina, until Bacillica had her first orgasm. It was not a big one, but it was a start.

Chad turned her over and continued to lick her from clit to asshole. She shuddered for the first time, because he had never done that to her before. She looked over her shoulder at him and he grinned at her. She rested her head on the mattress as he continued his ministrations to her body. He continued to lick and probed her pussy, as his hands reached out, took one breast in each, and squeezed. Bacillica moaned as her pleasure increased and she started rocking her hips back and forth. The faster he licked, and the quicker he rotated her nipples, the louder her moans became. Chad knew she was close. He squeezed her nipples hard and removed his tongue from her pussy. He jammed his tongue, into her asshole, and she screamed and came, at that moment.

He let her rest, gave her something to drink, and wiped the sweat off her face. He kissed her and said, "I love you so very much. I will never let you down, again."

Bacillica said, "I never doubted your love for one second, my love."

He turned her over, picked up her thighs, raised them to her chest, and said, "Cili, put me in."

Bacillica took hold of her husband's dick, placed it at the entrance of her pussy, and pulled him into her, slowly. He was a big man, and it had been a very long time, so she asked him to go slow.

Chad said to her, as he slipped into her sheath, "Baby, you feel like a virgin, again."

"Chad, thank God I do not have a hymen, otherwise, this would be a very short evening, like the first time was. Now give it to me, I want to feel it, I want to feel like a woman, again."

Chad hoped he would not come too soon. He wanted to please his wife desperately. While holding her knees in the crooks of his arms, his fingers tortured her nipples. He kissed her face, her lips, and eyes, every time their faces were within reach.

Bacillica went orgasmic. Time after time, she shuddered, sighed, regrouped, and started over again.

Chad felt his balls tighten and pull up against his body. He tried to time his explosion with Basilica's next orgasm, so he slowed his stroking and made it shorter. He watched his wife as she climbed the next mountain and when she crested it, he went into overdrive, bellowed

his arrival, and flooded his wife's pussy with two years of store up semen.

Bacillica smiled up at her husband, told him that he was wonderful, and if he did not mind, could they do that again, sooner rather than later.

Chad told her he had been very selfish, and he had been a fool. He had to learn how to delegate more responsibility, to the other people in the office, and that tomorrow, he was going to put an advertisement in the Profession Section of the Internet and the Newspapers, for a Senior Architect to join his firm. He wanted to spend more time with his beautiful wife, and to travel with her, on his son's private jet, to wherever she would like to go.

"Bacillica threw her arms around her husband and thanked him for everything he just told her. However, she knew that he might want to do it today, but he loved his work very much, and it might become too much of a change, for him to give it up."

Chad said to her, "Cili, just watch me. After these two contracts are completed, I am going to take one month off. We are going on vacation. Do not tell me where we are going. Just ask Dycke if there is an aircraft available, and if not, we will take a commercial airliner to wherever you wish to go. Dycke gave us one million dollars to go on vacation. We will start using it now. How does that sound to you?"

"Chad, if you are serious, I am going to book nonrefundable tickets to where ever I want to go and pay for everything in advance so we cannot get our money back. Is that okay with you?"

"Cili, I will give you the date, at the end of this week, and then you can do what you want."

Over the next several days, Chad made Bacillica happier than she had been in the past two years sexually. He fucked her, before he went to work in the morning, before dinner, and at bedtime. It was better than it was on their honeymoon, because she was very shy and he was very inexperienced. Now, their bodies were becoming reacquainted with one another, and it was wonderful for both of them. On their first night together, as he told her what he was going to do to her, while pointing at her picture on the ceiling, she only hoped that it would happen. Less than one week later, he had fulfilled each promise, and added some with which she had no knowledge. He had returned her to heaven many times over, and she loved him, even more for it.

There was only one minor problem....

64. The Beginning of the Change

On June 20th, eight parents went to the University of South Carolina Cancer Center to watch their daughter's hair be shaved off their heads. They knew this had to be a joke, and they wanted to be there, when their daughters backed out. They were shocked to the core, when each of them walked out of the room, without a hair on their heads. Their children were, nearly, unrecognizable. The girls were in tears, because this was a traumatic experience for them. However, they had passed the first test, Marti had put in front of them. They would leave the next morning, for Fort Polk, and a trial by fire, they had not dreamed of, nor had ever been prepared.

On the other side of the ledger, their parents were extremely proud of them. The thought that their daughters, were selected for "Climbing High," and received scholarships to Saint Bonaventure University, made them very proud. Now, they believed the way Dycke had described the way their daughters acted, while on Bermuda, had been a test, of their moral character, and that they had passed, with excellence. Attending a Catholic University, with strict codes of behavior, only reinforced their opinions. Demanding grades that would put them in the top five percent of the school, gave them the impression, Dycke was grooming them, for a position, within one of his companies. If their chests expanded with pride anymore, they would pop the buttons on their shirts and blouses.

Dycke decided to pull the security details, from his sisters, instead of adding more security agents for the four women, who were going to Fort Polk. Marti and eight women agents would do the actual training, and a four-man team would guard the barracks, where they would be staying, at night. He asked Marti not to advise him of the girl's progress, because he did not want to weaken his resolve. He was not sure what their training would involve, and he did not know if he would be able to go through it, himself.

Marti smiled at him and said, "There is only one way to find out."

Dycke said, "Thank you, Marti. However, I am a little busy now, and if I disappeared, for two months, Payne would kill me."

Marti acknowledged that he was probably right, but she said, "There is always next time!"

The women deplaned at the Army base, in their T-shirts and shorts.

The Army men reacted with wolf whistles, shouts, and obscene gestures.

Marti turned towards the men and shouted, "As you were, gentlemen."

All military men recognize an order, when they hear it. They stopped their improper behavior, and returned to what they had been doing, previously.

The group climbed into the bus, which was waiting for them, and went to a remote corner of this sprawling training facility. No one else was supposed to be in this area. However, Marti was not taking any chances. She sent out a scouting party, to check the perimeter, not only for personnel, but also for cameras and listening devices. They found no personnel, but hundreds of cameras and listening devices, which were supposed to be removed, prior to their arrival. She called the base commander, and informed him of this and he advised her that it would be taken care of immediately. It was, and after another sweep by her personnel, Marti was nearly satisfied, but still uneasy. She had a feeling big brother was still watching, and decided to change her training regimen, from out in the open areas, that were provided for them, into the forested areas surrounding the barracks. If they wanted to watch, she was going to make it as hard on them, as possible. She told trainees to get something to eat and rest, because hell began tomorrow.

At 12:01 AM, banging a garbage can lid, Marti, Gladys, Stephanie, Robin, and Marlene scared the crap out of the four sleeping beauties. They ordered them to get dressed and prepare for a three-mile run.

Jessica yelled, "Three! We can barely run one mile now."

Robin said to Jessica, "Then, you will have to crawl, the rest of the way."

Jessica replied, "Oh fuck."

Robin laughed at her and said, "I guess you did not read the rules, on the barracks wall. It states that there is no cursing allowed. If you do, you get to scrub the floors. Congratulations, this should add two hours to your training, today."

Jessica wanted to say something back at Robin, but nothing came out of her mouth, fearing she might break another rule.

Robin yelled at her, "Why are you not dressed?"

"I was talking to you."

"You had better read the rules, missy. That is not an acceptable answer. Tomorrow, I expect you to be able to recite the rules from memory. Is that understood?"

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, mistress?"

Robin laughed and said, "No. This is not bondage or sadomasochism. This is the Army. You will answer, yes, 'ma'am or yes sir.'"

Jessica replied "Yes, ma'am." She was dressed thirty seconds later.

Marti instructed them in the proper manner of address and bearing when called to order and attention. Where and when to stand, when any of their instructors called them for inspection. They were to keep their lockers in pristine condition, and they were to memorize the rules and keep to them at all times. The rules, she kept saying, the rules, follow the rules. They are your best friend. Break them and you will suffer the consequences. Each of you has two personal trainers: one physical, one mental. Here on this base, I do not believe you will need a moral counselor. If you do, see me, and I will help you. You should not have the physical energy to think about sex, at the end of your day. If you do, we are not doing our jobs properly.

They had heard of Dante's "Divine Comedy" and the 'Nine Circles of Hell.' What they did not know was inside each level, were sub levels, and what they had just experienced was just a tickle of what was to come.

At exactly 12:15 AM, the first run began. Each girl had her trainer by her side, correcting her posture, her stride, the way she bobbed her head, the way she did everything. After the first half-mile, Savannah and Annabella were crying and their trainers were screaming at them, louder than they were before, telling them to suck it up and keep running. Gail was in the lead, stone faced and Jessica was right behind her, trying to keep her legs moving. Gail and Jessica past, the one-mile mark, Savannah made it also, but Annabella started throwing up just past the three quarter mile mark and stopped with her instructor yelling at her and calling her a baby and ordering her to crawl the rest of the way in order to finish. She would not allow Annabella to quit under any circumstances and after five minutes of being on her knees, Annabella started stumbling forward, and proceeded towards the one-mile mark and beyond.

As they approached 1.5 miles, Savannah started to cramp, grabbed her leg, and screamed out in pain. Her trainer, Marlene, grabbed her leg, straightened it, and kneaded the muscle, until it relaxed. She took liniment, out of the first aid bag, put it all over her thigh muscle, and told Savannah to walk, which she did. After several moments, Marlene said, "Let's jog" and as they were jogging, she watched Savannah's leg muscles for signs of tremors and cramping. Seeing none, she told Savannah continue her run.

Savannah looked at Marlene and thought she was crazy.

Marlene stared back at her and said, "Move out, now."

That was all the motivation Savannah needed and she increased her speed as much as she could.

Just before the two-mile mark, Gail was vomiting her guts out, and Stephanie was all over her. It is the kind of abuse every recruit goes through, when you join the military. An attempt to get you to work through the pain and be better than you think you are. However, while one's body is acclimating itself to the rigors of this new life, it is learning to hate the person screaming in one's face. After pulling herself together, Gail was able to continue and finished all three miles, after stopping twice more to give up what she had eaten, not only for dinner last evening, but for lunch, breakfast, and dinner the previous day.

Jessica wound up to be the luckiest of all. She had passed the two-mile mark and was running well. A rabbit ran across her path, and she tripped over it, flying head over tail, and landed on her back. Robin told her to lie still, not to move, not wishing to take any chances on a spinal injury. She called for a helicopter evacuation, to the base hospital to check for injuries. Jessica had so many orderlies, medics and male nurses working on her, one would have thought she was a movie star.

That is, until Marti arrived. Then, everyone scattered to the four winds. Jessica was still immobilized on a backboard, waiting for the technician who would do the MRI, on her spine. Marti asked her how she was feeling, and Jessica replied that she felt fine and did not know why everyone was so worried.




Having Fun with Dycke and Payne Ch. 14



68. The dresses are here.

On the fifteenth of August, Dycke received a phone call, from U.S. Customs, to advise him that six very large boxes had arrived from Paris, and were waiting to be picked up. The boxes were inspected and approved and all customs duties had been prepaid.

Dycke asked the agent, "Would they happen to be dresses?"

The officer said, "Yes, very expensive dresses."

Dycke said, "Thank you. I will have a truck there to pick up the boxes, shortly'."

Dycke called Payne and said, "The dresses are here."

Payne went wild on the other end of the phone. She started screaming, dancing, and yelling for her mother "The dresses are here, the dresses are here, the dresses are here!" 

Dycke remembered something after he got off the phone. Where were the six seamstresses that were supposed to accompany the dresses?

He need not have worried. When he arrived at customs, there were six women, standing around the boxes, like bulldogs, waiting to attack anyone that came near them. When they saw Dycke approaching the boxes, they formed a wall, between him, and the boxes.

Dycke bowed his head to them and said, "Ladies, Lord Jeffrey Whitbred sends you his complements."

Only one of the women spoke English. She spoke for the group and said, "Thank you, monsieur."

Dycke replied, "You must be very tired, after your long flight. Allow me to have one of my agents escort you to your hotel. Tomorrow you can begin work fitting our women. Here is a credit card for you to use while you are here. Feel free to purchase or indulge yourself in any pleasure you may desire. Our food may not be as good as you have in Paris, but we try our best."

"Thank you again, monsieur. I am sure you will make us most comfortable." 

Dycke had Milton take the women, to the Marriott Hotel, which was one street, from the boutique, where the fittings would be done.

The boxes were delivered, and the owner, who had been advised of their arrival, in advance, was overwhelmed with the sheer volume of boxes. 

He asked, "Where am I supposed to put all of this?"

Dycke asked him how many events he had for this coming week.

The owner said, "None."

Dycke's said, "How about next week?"

The owner said, "None."

Dycke smiled and said, "Give me the keys to the store, and go on vacation for two weeks. Put a sign on the door saying, 'I have gone on vacation. I will be back after Labor Day.' I will pay for your vacation."

The owner smiled and said, "That sounds fine to me."

Dycke assigned round-the-clock guards for the store, to make sure nothing happened to the gowns, until each woman took hers home.

Six women came bursting through the front door, 30 minutes after Dycke sorted everything out. Payne and Fiona led the way screaming, "Where are our dresses?"

Dycke tried to calm them down. He explained to them, that the women, who came with the dresses, had gone to their hotel to rest. The dresses would be unpacked tomorrow and the fittings would begin then.

Payne screamed at him, "You have to be fucking with me."

Dycke said, "Payne, you said no sex, until after we get married."

Payne went at him, like the bulls at Pamplona.

This time, however, he was ready for her. He sidestepped her first move, tripped her, she fell to the floor, and he sat on top of her.

"Babe, you must remember what your mother told you, and how you must incorporate it, when you are going to fight. Until then, you are going to wind up on the floor, face down, with me sitting on top of you."

"Let me up, you bastard and I will show you what I have learned."

"I will let everyone leave. I will let you up, but I will remind you what I told you the last time we had a confrontation. There will be no holds barred. I will come at you, full force, with everything Bob and Marti have taught me, regardless of how much pain it may cause you. Are you sure you want that to happen?"

Payne rethought her options and said, "No, I do not think so."

"What is your second choice?"

"I will wait until tomorrow to see the dresses."

"I think that is a very wise decision. Give me your hand and let me help you up, but if you take a swing at me, all bets are off, and you are going down hard."

"Would I do that to you?"

"I will quote you Payne, 'Every day of the week and twice on Thursdays.'"

Dycke extended his hand, lifted her up, and kissed her lips, gently. He noticed the anger in her eyes and he said, "Do you remember what I said about that look?"

The look vanished from her eyes, and she said she was sorry.

Dycke went to Chad's office and put the names of all the women who were getting dresses into the M & M computer. It came out with a list of names and a time schedule for each of them to be at the boutique. Everyone received their appointment time, so there would not be a line outside the door for fittings. Everything went off like clockwork, except for one minor thing. The bridal gowns were not there. Panic resulted, and phone calls to Paris went unanswered. Phone calls to Lyons went unanswered. Dycke was getting ready to fly to Paris, when Suzette calmly walked into the boutique, followed by two women and two men pushing a large pallet. 

Fiona looked at her, and nearly kissed her feet, when she saw the box behind her. 

Suzette asked, "What is the problem here?"

Fiona said, "We could not find the wedding dresses. We could not contact you or anyone, in Lyon. We did not know what to do."

Suzette laughed and said, "Did anyone read the invoice inside the box number one?"

"What invoice?"

Suzette said, "Inside box number one, there is an invoice. It said that box number seven would be delivered late. It contains the wedding dresses, and it will be delivered personally, by me.

They looked at the stack of boxes. Box number one was at the bottom of the heap. It had yet to be opened, because none of the women's names, who had been fitted, had been in that particular box. Everyone looked at each other, in embarrassment, and laughed.

Dycke took Suzette aside, and reminded her not to mention his Lordship's name in front of anyone. It was a secret for a very special person. He asked her to remind the seamstresses not to mention it either, because he had let it slip once already.

Suzette agreed, and began giving orders to her ladies.

By August 23rd, everyone had been fitted and dresses taken home, except for two people, and both of them were scarlet red, with anger. They had not even been allowed to see their dresses. Suzette tried to calm them down, and told them everything was well. Certain items were being placed on the dresses, after hours. It would be inappropriate for them to see the dresses, before they were completed. Bob had taken the precaution of taking the firing pin out of Fiona's gun, because she had threatened to shoot Suzette, if she heard one more excuse. On the 24th, finally, the phone call, finally, came for Payne to come in to be fitted. Fiona would not be denied the opportunity to see Payne's dress. She grabbed her mother and said, "Dycke, if you get killed, while I am not here, it is Suzette's fault, not mine." They got into her car, and raced towards the boutique. She passed through a radar trap, on their way there, and she was pulled over for speeding. The officer had never heard such foul language, coming from such a beautiful woman.

He asked her for her driver's license and registration. 

Before she opened her pocketbook, she said to the officer, "The first thing you are going to see when I open my bag is my gun. I have the appropriate permits."

The officer put his hand on his weapon, and told Fiona to take her weapon out, slowly, and put it on the dashboard. After that, he wanted to see her permits. 

Fiona did as she was told and handed all the information to the officer, in quick order.

"What is your hurry, ma'am?"

"My wedding dress is ready, and we were in a hurry to see it."

"If you keep going 60mph, in a 35 mph zone, you may not live, to see your wedding day."

Fiona said, "I know, but this is the first time I am getting married, and I lost my head."

He said to her, "According to your permits, you are doing security work for Dycke Schneider. I am going to give you a warning this time. However, next time tell Mister Schneider, it will cost him double what he gave the PBA Widows and Orphans Fund, next year, if his security people use our streets, as a race course"

"Does that boss of mine, keep any of his money for himself? I cannot find a charity he does not give to, or a person he has not helped. No one has a bad thing to say about him, except the bride's brother, Steve Temple, who has hated him since he lost the state finals, to Dycke."

The officer laughed and said, "I remember reading about that in the papers. That should lead to a lot of family fun."

"You have no idea how much fun this guy can get you into, in one day."

The officer said, "I would like to meet this guy one day."

"He is eighteen. Chances are you will meet him, at one time or another!"

"Okay, miss, you get behind me and I will get you to the store, without any more tickets."

Payne was just coming out in her wedding gown, when sirens came blaring to a stop, outside the front door of the shop. She had no idea what was going on, until she saw Fiona going over to the officer, kissing him and waving goodbye. Then Fiona and Alvena ran into the store, and stopped dead, in their tracks. Fiona said, "Payne, you are gorgeous."

Payne asked, "Me, or my gown?"

Fiona replied, "Both! I cannot see your hair under your veil but the gown is extraordinary. You look like an angel sent from heaven. I have never seen anything like it. If my gown is half as beautiful as yours, I will be extremely pleased."

Suzette came out of the back, fuming at Fiona's statement. "What do you mean 'If it comes out 'half' as beautiful as Payne's gown? Your gown is going to be perfect in every way, just as Payne's gown, is perfect for her. Why do you think we work so hard, with every person we deal with: every measurement we take, with every fabric we try on you. How dare you insult us?"

Fiona stood there in shock. She meant no insult. She was just complementing the work on Payne's dress. She said too Suzette, "I meant no disrespect; I have never seen anything so beautiful in my life. I did not believe anything could look that good on me."

Suzette said, "Just because you dress, like a gorilla, does not mean you are not a woman. You wore a dress in Paris, and you wore shoes that complemented it. Your wedding dress will prove you are truly a beautiful woman, coming into her own. Now, if we could get your husband to grow a little, the pictures would be easier. However, like Charles with Diana, we can have him stand on a box." 

Fiona burst into laughter, as did everyone else in the store.

Payne asked, "Is anyone going to pay attention to me?"

Suzette turned, walked around her once, adjusted one-button came back around to the front and said, "You are done. Take off the dress and we will store it, until Friday."

Payne said, "What, that is it? Nothing needs to be done to the dress at all."

Suzette asked her if she was unhappy, with anything on the dress.

Payne said, "No."

"Is it too long? Is it too short? Is it too wide? Is it too tight? What is wrong with it?"

"Nothing."

"In that case, what would you like us to fix?"

"My brain; because it seems to have stopped working."

Suzette smiled and said, "I do not think so. You are getting married Saturday, and you are a little nervous."

Fiona put your dress on. There are no mirrors in the back. Do not break your neck trying to see what you look like.

Moments later, Payne came out in street clothes and waited for the arrival of Fiona. There were only females in store; with two guards outside, making sure that, no man came near the entrance. 

Suzette came out first, and stood by Payne and Alvena. Two seamstresses opened the curtains for Fiona to make her entrance. Alvena's hand went to her mouth when she saw Fiona in her dress. Fiona took her reaction wrong, and started to turn back, thinking it was ugly.

Alvena ran to her and said, "Fiona, you look ravishing. Bob will be carried away."

Fiona said, "You really think so?"

Her mother took her hand and brought her to the mirrors so she could see for herself. Fiona's gown was very different from Payne's gown. Where Payne's gown was angelic and perfect for an eighteen-year-old girl, Fiona's gown was elegant and stately, perfect for a woman. She stood there, admiring the gown, not daring to move for fear the mirrors might break.

Suzette did her walk around but did not touch gown once. She looked at Fiona and said, "The gown is just like the woman inside it, 'perfect.'

Alvena said to Fiona, "Your father and brother are smiling down at you. They could not be happier, or more proud of you, than they are right now." 

The two women hugged each other, at the memory of their lost loved ones, and tears filled their eyes. 

The crying had to stop, before Fiona ruined her gown, so Marti and Gabby complimented her on the way she looked, and how beautiful her gown was on her. They told her she was going to be the most magnificent bride anyone had ever seen, and Southern Living would have a new cover girl next month.

Fiona could not take any more complements. Instead of making her happy, she broke down into tears. Tissues and hankies appeared from everywhere, trying to stem the tide of tears, and save the fabric of the gown. 

Fiona could not remember crying as much as she had in the last few weeks. However, it felt good to let all the feeling and tension out, into the open.

69. The Paperwork and Party Work

Dycke and Payne had taken care of their marriage license, with both sets of parents in attendance. Bob, Dycke, and Piker purposely put off getting Fiona her marriage license, until the Friday before Payne's wedding, when everything was in a state of confusion. They needed Fiona to sign so many documents; she would not care what she was signing, as long as she finished soon. 

When Piker joked, he might have to go to confession twice on his daughter's wedding day, because of the lies he had to tell to get Dycke and Payne married; he realized he would have to spend the entire day in the confessional, when he finished lying to Fiona.

He had her sign some legitimate forms: her application for citizenship, change of insurance, change of name on a driver's license, Application for Entrance into the Doctoral Program, request for transcripts, permanent change of address, changes of residence for gun permits and many others. With all the screaming and yelling going on, in the office, the phone's ringing off the hook, messages coming in from the florist, and the caterers, Fiona could not wait to finished signing the papers, and go to City Hall, with Bob, Marti, Gabby, and other agents as witnesses, to get their license. 

When they left the office, Dycke and Piker smiled, shook hands, sealed the admissions envelope, and handed it to the courier, who was waiting to take it to the Dean of Admissions, for his 'personal approval.' 

Dycke and Piker had the perfect fall guy for this incident, 'Bob.' When Fiona asked how she was admitted to a program, without signing an application, or her signature, they were both going to point at Bob. It probably would not work for long, however it might give them a sufficient lead to keep ahead of Fiona, until they could get to a car.

Piker thought about closing the office at noon, but instead he sent everyone home that wanted to go home. Piker, Dycke, and several male agents stayed with him, because they wanted no part in what was going on with the females, at their homes. Tomorrow was going to be a circus, and there was no sense being at one, a day early.

At 5:30 PM, Piker received a call from his wife, which he could have heard without the benefit of the telephone. Alletta asked, "Where the fuck are you guys?"

Piker calmly said, "In my office watching television."

Alletta said, "The rehearsal was supposed to start fifteen minutes ago."

Piker yelled, "Oh shit, we are dead. He threw down the phone and ran for the door, with four men following him, and asking what was happening."

When they got to the church, there were thirty-five women looking at them, with daggers in their eyes. The only men at the church were Chad and Father Vincent. The priest was not sure if he was going to perform a funeral, before he was going to perform a wedding. 

Father Vincent performed a miracle, and moved everyone into place, in a matter of a few moments. Payne was not happy, with her father's tardiness, and told him if he were late tomorrow, she would go down the aisle, without him.

Up at the front of the church, Dycke said to Steve, "Do you have to stand so close?"

Steve replied, "When I pull the trigger, I want to make sure I do not miss."

Father Vincent ran everyone through their paces, twice, so they knew what to do the following day and dismissed them for them evening. It took thirty minutes and everyone was looking around for something else to do.

Dycke said, "It is now time for the after rehearsal dinner party. I am going to take you all to Payne's favorite place. Milton, Wendy's for everyone!" Dycke ran down the aisle, and out of the church, with a screaming horde of women after him.

When everyone was outside screaming at him, Dycke, turned to his mother and said, "Mom, where did you make the reservations?"

His mother said, "In honor of our children's wedding, we are going to have 'Pizza and egg creams for dinner.'"

Half the people in the crowd who knew of the restaurant cheered, the other half asked, "What is an egg cream?"

70. The Wedding Day

The forecast for Saturday was wonderful. The prediction was for a twenty percent chance of rain, with clear skies, calm winds, and a temperature in the low eighties. 

However, the sun did not rise into a blue sky, South Carolina skies, on Saturday morning, as expected. Outside nothing was visible, except rain, blowing, horizontally, in a 40 mile per hour gale. The National Weather Service missed the temperature, by a few degrees, also. Instead of the low eighties, at Charleston International Airport, it was fifty-one degrees. How much more money did NOAA want for another 'Weather Observation Satellite?'

Dycke was sound asleep, when his cell phone rang at 7:10 AM, and he heard Payne's voice screaming at him. "Do something!"

Dycke rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and said, "Do something about what Payne?"

"Look outside, you twerp."

Dycke looked outside his window, saw the weather, and thought for a moment. He said, "Payne, go back to sleep, and do not worry about it. At 2:05 PM, it will stop raining and the sun will be shinning. Your shoes will not even get wet, on the way to the church."

Payne looked at her and of the phone and said, "Really, are you sure?"

"I have never lied to you before, and I am not going to lie to you on the day we are getting married."

"Thank you, Dycke. You have made me feel so much better."

Dycke put his head under the pillow and said, "Dear God, I need your help today. If you say 'No' I will be dead, soon, and I hope to see you this afternoon. If I do, it means I have just told a lie to the woman I love. Please forgive me, for the sin of lying, in advance."

During the morning, the weather only got worse. There was street flooding and lightning all over the Charleston area. According to the Weather Channel, the rain was to last all day, because of freak weather condition that had occurred in the upper atmosphere. Dycke could not have cared less. All he wanted was the rain to stop in Charleston, by two o'clock this afternoon, or Payne would kill him by three. He prayed all morning for the miracle he needed to occur, by two o'clock this afternoon.




Having Fun with Dycke and Payne Ch. 14



Marti knocked on his door at eleven o'clock to wake him up, with bad news. She said, "Dycke, the ground crew called, and said the plane was grounded because there is an electrical fault that they cannot find. If they cannot find it, before your departure time you will not be going anywhere. Plan to spend the night in the bridal suite. If the aircraft is not fixed by morning, we will have one sent up, by Gulfstream, and get you on your way.

Dycke went ballistic. He put on the best act of his life. He told Marti to get someone from Gulfstream up there, if she had to, to find that electrical fault, and get that airplane ready to fly that evening.

Marti told him that she would try, but it was a Saturday, and Gulfstream was probably closed, for the weekend.

Still irate, he slammed the door in Marti's face. As soon as he did, he broke into a smile, thinking his plan was working perfectly. What he did not know, was Marti was smiling on the other side of the door, also.

She said to herself, "You little runt. You may be smart, but we have been in this business a lot longer than you have been alive. We know every trick in the book, and your little trick was so easy to pick up, Gary laughed when he saw and heard you planning it. We have a surprise waiting for you. You will not be happy, when we spring it on you."

At 1 PM, it was still pouring, and Payne started to dress. Alletta told her not to worry. They would cover her with plastic sheeting, and her dress would be fine.

Payne told her mother not to bother. Dycke promised her the rain would stop by 2:05 PM.

Alletta looked at Payne and told her that Dycke can do many things, but he could not control the weather.

"Mother, he promised me that it would stop raining. He has never lied to me before, and he will not lie to me this time. It is our wedding day, and he knows how important it is to me. I will be heartbroken if it rains, and my dress gets ruined on the way to the ceremony."

At 1:30 PM, guests started arriving at the church. They were seated by the groomsmen. None of the bridesmaids had yet arrived, because Payne told them not to leave, until she did.

Limousines were stationed in front of houses, throughout the suburbs of Charleston, waiting for the women to depart. At two o'clock, the rain abated. The sun broke through the clouds, and brightened the sky to a vivid blue. At exactly 2:05 PM., the rain stopped. Dycke fell to his knees and thanked God, for the favor he desperately needed. He would live to get to the altar and get married to the woman he loved. He prayed to his maker, until his dad knocked on the door, and told him it was time to leave.

Payne shouted with glee and looked at her mother and said, "I told you so. Dycke promised, and he never breaks his promises to me. He told me it would stop raining, and it did. He loves me so much; he even made the sky turn blue. I could not live without him, mother, I hope you understand that now."

Alletta looked at Payne and said, "Any man that can change the weather for my daughter, deserves her more than I do. Enjoy your life with him, sweetheart. He will make you the happiest wife, and the most loving mother."

Phone calls were made to tell the bridesmaids to leave for the church. Payne departed in time to arrive at the church, five minutes prior to the ceremony. As soon as, she was in the vestibule of the church, Father Vincent signaled the organist to start playing. The bridesmaids and groomsmen marched down the aisle and as promised, Jessica, Gail, Annabella, and Savannah led the procession. The matrons of honor and the maid of honor, Cynthia, were in position on the altar. Dycke was standing by the communion rail, with Steve, awaiting the arrival of his bride.

Piker lowered his daughter's veil, took her arm, and said, "I am not losing my daughter, I am gaining a son, that I love."

The Wedding March started, and they began the long walk down the aisle. One could hear a pin drop as the congregants looked at Payne and the most gorgeous gown, they had seen on a bride, in a very long time. She was a vision of angelic beauty, in her soft, flowing gown, and by the time she reached the altar, there was not a dry eye, in the house.

Even Suzette, who had designed the gown, had a tear in her eye.

Piker handed Payne to Dycke and said, "If you do not take care of my little girl, the way you have in the past, I swear before God, in this Holy Sanctuary, I will make you shorter than you are."

Dycke and Steve started to laugh, and no one else except Father Vincent knew why.

Dycke said to his soon to be father, "Put it into contract form, dad, and I will sign it, in blood."

This time, it was Piker's turn to laugh. He turned, and walked to his seat.

Alletta asked him what all the laughing was about was.

Piker said to her, "It is a long story, and I will tell you about it, later."

Father Vincent told those assembled, about the first time he met these two young people before him. He told them how devoted they were to each other, at that time. He had not expected this marriage to come so soon. He was pleased to see that they had decided to keep the bonds they had pledged to each other; on that day, they had their private and informal wedding. He congratulated the parents of these two wonderful young adults, for their faith in God, and for their faith in each other.

The ceremony continued for another twenty minutes, until Father Vincent said those magic words, "I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss your bride."

Dycke lifted Payne's veil and kissed her chastely. They turned to face those assembled to see the wedding, which erupted into applause, for the new bride and groom.

The remainder of the afternoon for Dycke and Payne was a blur. They were greeted by so many people, if they were quizzed, they would have only remembered close relatives and friends. Dycke's nearly photographic memory failed him. 

Payne did not even try to remember any of the names of those she met. She had other things on her mind. Cynthia and she kept sneaking glances at each other during the entire affair.

Marti came over to Dycke at 10 PM, and informed him that the aircraft had not been repaired. He would have to spend the night at the hotel. The ground crew would work through the night to find the fault, and repair it by morning.

Dycke nodded his head and leaned over to tell Payne the bad news. 

Marti could not help but smile, when she saw Payne shed a tear, when she heard the news. She said to Gabby, "That girl should be an actress. You better get Aaron and change into your civilian clothes. The new aircraft is due here in an hour. I want you both on it, before Dycke and Payne realize that their game has been compromised. Do not forget to give my note to Dycke, when you are airborne. I know he will appreciate it."

After dinner was over, Art Shell stood up and said, "I guess you are wondering why your dinner plates have not been removed from the table. If you feel underneath your plate, you will find a sealed envelope. As you may or may not know, this month's Powerball Lottery is worth more than four hundred million dollars. The drawing was Thursday, and no one has come forward and claimed a winning ticket. We knew the exact amount of guests, we would have at this gathering, and I purchased that amount of tickets using the quick pick method. Not knowing which plate would go to which person, and not knowing if we would have a winning ticket, I am going to ask each of you to write these numbers on your envelope. Afterwards, open your envelope and see if they match. If they do, you are four hundred and some odd million dollars richer than you were a moment ago."

Everyone in the room laughed and wrote down the numbers Art gave them.

From around the room, people started saying, "It is not me, and it is not me."

Until someone at the dais said, "Oh shit, it is me."

Payne shouted with glee, "I knew it. Anyone who could stop the rain for me had to win the lottery."

All eyes turned towards Dycke, and everyone started to laugh and applaud.

His Uncle Turnquest yelled, "It is only right, that the wealthiest man in this room, should become wealthier, by an act of God, and luck, on this wonderful day."

Steve, who was sitting to Dycke's right, could not believe it. He yelled at Dycke, "That should have been my plate, you bastard. I could have been as rich as you, you son of the bitch."

"Steve, I told you never to talk about my mother that way."

Dycke took his pen, signed the back of the card, and handed it to his new father. He said to Piker, "Dad would you and Art look into this for me. What are the best options, for short and long-term taxes and investments, for Payne and me?"

"Dycke, Monday morning we will inform the lottery commission that we have the winning ticket and we will submit it, after we get advice from a tax attorney. We will run it through M & M, and see what it says and compare it with the attorney and Art's knowledge of the tax code. We will go on from there."

Dycke said, with a smile on his face, "Dad, do you think you will make me a billionaire, by the time I am nineteen?"

Piker laughed and said, "If you keep winning lotteries, of this size, absolutely!"

71. To trick, or to be tricked

Before Payne and he left for the hotel, Dycke went to see his uncle, with Payne at his side.

"Uncle Turnquest, I would like to introduce you to my new bride, Payne."

Turnquest rose and kissed Payne on both cheeks. He said to her, "Young lady, you have made a wonderful choice, in a husband. Cherish him, as he cherishes you, and you will have a long and happy marriage."

Payne kissed her new uncle, and told him that Dycke was her one and only love. He had never lied to her and she will never lie to him. They love each other so completely that nothing and no one will ever tear them apart.

Dycke introduced her to Lord Jeffrey and told her that he was a new business partner, never mentioning anything about the dresses.

Fiona had not been sitting at the dais. She and Bob were seated with a group of agents strategically placed at tables, in case of trouble. They were all on duty for this event, even though they were dressed in formal attire, for the wedding. She was kept away, from both of these men, so she would not recognize Lord Jeffrey. They wanted the surprise for her wedding day, to catch her totally off guard.

Dycke and Payne went back to the dais and announced that they were leaving on their honeymoon, and thanked everyone for coming. They asked them to stay and have a good time, for as long as they wished. He kissed Payne, one more time, to everyone's delight, and they proceeded to leave the building with Cynthia, Steve, and their security detail, in tow.

They arrived at the Marriott Hotel, and went directly to the bridal suite. Steve and Cynthia had the room next to them. Each suite had a balcony, which were separated by four feet and a three-foot high iron railing. As soon as both parties changed their clothes, Dycke went outside to help Cynthia over her railing, across the divide and into his suite. Steve did the same for Payne going the other way. Both men then switch sides, without any problem.

Since Payne had already switched bags, the bags Steve and Cynthia brought to their room, were carrying Dycke and Payne's clothing. Payne told her brother to read the note in his suitcase and play the disc in his stereo loud enough for the guards to hear it. As soon as it started, she and Dycke would look out the door, sneak down the stairwell, and get a cab to the airport.

Steve started his stereo, and it played the sounds of Dycke and Payne making love. Dycke opened the door to Steve's room and he heard one his agents say, "My God, they are at it, already."

The other agent replied, "What do you expect, it is their wedding night. More than likely, they will be at it, again, and again, and again."

Dycke smiled as the agents started reading their magazines. Payne slipped out the door carrying her suitcase, and Dycke carried his, closing the door, quietly.

As soon as he did, both agents grinned, stood up, went to the elevator, pressed the call button, and started downstairs. They waited for the newlyweds to exit the stairwell and followed them. They tailed Dycke and Payne as they got into a taxi, which was driven by an agent, they did not know. The two agents got into a waiting car, with two other agents, and followed the taxi, to the airport. The new G5 aircraft was waiting, in front of the hangar, with one engine running.

Payne and Dycke were very excited to see the aircraft waiting for them. The taxi pulled up to the hanger, and Dycke paid the driver handsomely. The driver went to the rear of the taxi and attempted to open the trunk to retrieve the bags. The trunk would not open. This was all a ruse, to give the four agents in the following car, time to board the aircraft. 

Finally, the trunk popped open and the driver offered to carry the bags, to the aircraft. Dycke accepted the offer, took Payne's arm, and led her to the boarding ramp. The driver put the bags in to the aircraft, and closed and sealed the hatch. Then, unnoticed, she followed the couple up the boarding ramp and closed the aircrafts door.

As Dycke and Payne turned to go down the aisle to their seats, expecting to see an empty aircraft, six agents popped their heads up and yelled, "Surprise!" 

Dycke grabbed Payne's arm, turned around, and wanted to flee the aircraft. He saw the taxi driver standing behind him and she said, "We wanted to go to Disney World, also."

Dycke said, "Shit!" His shoulders slumped and he asked, "How long has Marti known?"

"Since the day you called Gulfstream about the new jet. Then you called to make reservations, at the Grand Floridian Hotel. Finally, you received an e-mail reply, which Gary intercepted, confirming the time, and date of your arrival. Three strikes and you are out in any ball game Dycke. In ours, it only takes 'ONE', and we do not let that happen. So sit down, enjoy the ride to Orlando and when we are in the air, we have the message for you, from the boss."

"I do not like the sound of that, at all," Payne said.

As they reached cruising altitude, the party began and food and champagne started flowing. However, the newlyweds were given soft drinks. Gabby walked up to Payne, smacked her on the back of her head, and said, "You had better never try a stunt like this, again. If you do, I will take you over my knee and spank you until you are red."

Payne smiled at her and said, "Only Dycke is allowed to do that."

"Then I will find some other way to punish you, do you understand?"

"Yes, Gabby, I understand."

"Payne, I do not think you do understand. If we lose a primary on assignment, it reflects on us as a group. When you no longer need us, we will look for another person, to protect. If that client looks at our resume and sees we have lost a primary, they will look to the next available agency, and we will have lost a valuable customer."

"I did not think of it that way, Gabby. I will make sure that Dycke understands it, as well as I do now. Thank you for explaining it to me."

Gabby handed Dycke Marti's letter. It was short and concise. 

"Dycke, you are one dumb fuck. You know I am going to get even with you, for thinking you are smarter than we are. While you are enjoying your honeymoon, I would advise you to run every morning, because when you get back, you will be running your first marathon. We are going to run you into the wall, and we are going to enjoy every minute of it. Enjoy your honeymoon, you little runt. I know I will enjoy the morning after you come back. Cordially, Marti."

Dycke laughed!"

Payne asked him what up.

Dycke handed her the letter.

Payne's reply was, "Oh shit, you are in trouble."

He replied, "No, not really."

Payne looked at him, and decided that her husband had truly gone over 'to the dark side.'

72. What are we supposed to do here all night?

Steve walked around the opulent wedding suite, listening to the sounds of Dycke and his sister making love and said to Cynthia, "What are we supposed to do here all night?"

Cynthia replied, "I do not know about you, but I am tired and I am going to get ready for bed."

Steve started looking around for a place to bed down for the night, and decided that the couch looked comfortable enough. He took off his shoes and socks went to his bag, found a pair of his sleeping shorts, and went into the second bathroom to change. When he came out, he fluffed up one of the couch pillows, and laid his head on it. However, he knew he was going to need something to cover himself, because the room was cold. He went to the bedroom door and knocked on it, to make sure Cynthia was decent and he could walk in.

Cynthia said, "Come in, Steve."

Steve took a few steps into the room and stopped. Cynthia was standing there in a gorgeous sheer gown, which hid very little of her beauty.

She said, "I have waited a long time for this day, Steve. Please be gentle with me. The last time was a nightmare, and I never believed I would do this again."

Steve walked over to her, and handled her like the most delicate crystal. He kissed her softly and asked her if she was sure that she wanted it to be him.

She said, "I am sure. You have waited for this day. You have not cheated. You have not looked for anyone else, since we started dating. I have seen all the girls looking at you, and you looking back at them. However, you have never strayed, and you have kept your promises to me."

Steve took the little bows that held the gown onto her shoulders and untied them. It slipped from her body, and she was as naked as the day she was born. Steve said, "Cynthia, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."

"Steve, you do not have to lie to me. You have been with every cheerleader at our school and every other beautiful girl on campus. I am thrilled that you picked me to be faithful to and I could not be happier."

"Cynthia, I am not lying. The others had larger breasts or bigger butts, but your body is perfect. No man, in his right mind, could look at you, and resist you. You are perfect in every way a man could ever imagine."

Cynthia looked into Steve's eyes and realized he meant every word he was saying. She reached for his shorts and pushed them down his legs. He stepped out of them, and pushed them away with his foot. She reached for his penis, but Steve stopped her. 

He said, "You are not ready for that Cynthia. Let's make love and the rest will come along naturally." He picked her up, as if she was a child's toy, and laid her on the huge bed. He lay down beside her and they kissed, intimately, for the first time. They kissed for a long time, but when his hand touched her bare stomach, she froze.

Steve kissed her and he said to her, "Babe if you want me to stop, I will stop right now. Remember, I am not them. I will not hurt you; I am in love with you. I will try to erase all the bad memories locked up in your mind. It may not happen in one night, it may never happen. However, while you are with me, nothing bad will ever happen to you."

Cynthia cried and leaned into his shoulder and said to him, "Steve, would you hold me, for little while, before we start."

"We can hold each other all night, if you would like. Tomorrow is another day, and we will see how you feel then." He wrapped her in his arms, and held her tight and he could feel her relax. He knew that the thought of sexual intimacy scared her to death. He could only hope that he could release her mind, from the horror of the rape that tormented her. He would try to erase them through tenderness and love. He could wait; he could wait for a very long time, because he had fallen in love, with this beautiful, fragile, young woman. They fell asleep holding each other throughout the night. 




Having Fun with Dycke and Payne Ch. 14



She was so tiny, Steve did not notice, that she had climbed on top of him, in the morning. He did notice that his normal morning erection felt very warm, and was being moved on, in a very slow and seductive manner. He opened one eye, then the other and tried to clear the cobwebs from his mind. When he did, he saw Cynthia riding on his hips, smiling down at him.

She said, "Good morning, sleepy head. Your monster was awake, and I was very frightened of it. I decided to try it on for size, on my own terms. I did, and it fit, very snugly, but it fit. I hope you do not mind."

Steve smiled at her and said, "I would have liked to have been awake for this event, but as long as you are happy, I am happy. Come down here and kiss me."

"Steve, I cannot reach that far. You are going to have to sit up, and come to me."

"This will require a change in position, but at this point, I think you deserve it." Steve spread his legs, put his arms at his side, pushed himself back and up, dragging Cynthia along with him.

Cynthia screeched, as she felt Steve's dick change position inside her. It was now upright, and deeper inside her. However, she was encompassed by his arms and he was kissing her face and neck. She liked this part, very much.

He asked her if she was finished doing her part, and if he should take over.

"I have never done it that way, but it was fun. My legs were getting tired, so show me what all the girls, at school, were raving about, Steven Temple."

"No, I will not show you that person, because in bed, he was an animal. I will show you the person I want to be with you. I want to please you more than anything else in this world pleases you. I want to please you like Dycke, pleases Payne. I want our love to be like theirs. I will never be as rich as he is, but I will do my best to make our life as comfortable as I possibly can."

Cynthia said, "Steve, would you shut up, and make love to me."

He did not answer, as he rolled her over, onto her back, while he stayed in an upright position. His hips moved in and out of her, while his hands were able to move to her breasts and squeeze her nipples, until they were thoroughly inflamed. He reached down, licked each one, and then sucked on them, as if he was trying to bring milk forth.

Cynthia moaned in ecstasy. Her hips were moving with his, and she was looking at his face, while he adored her body. Her mind said, "He does love me. He is not trying to take advantage of me. All the girls went after him, and he chose me. How did I get so lucky?"

Steve placed a hand between her folds and searched for her clit. When he found it, Cynthia arched her hips, and screamed. He continued to rub and press against it, as he increased the movement of his hips to a higher speed.

Cynthia felt a knot form in her stomach and her head began to thrash. She bit her lips together, trying not to scream, but when it finally happened, she could not control it. She came in a full-throated, high-pitch scream that would have scared birds away, if there were any around.

Steve was not finished with her. He continued moving his hips and pressing against her clit. Cynthia had not recovered from her first orgasm. Her eyes were still hazy, when her second orgasm started to develop in the pit of her stomach. She was saying, "No, no, no." but screamed, "Yes," at the top of her voice, when she came the second time.

This time Steve came along with her. Then he remembered, "I did not have a condom on! She started it, so she must be safe. Right? I had better ask her, however, if I do, I may ruin the mood. Oh, fuck, I would rather ruin the mood, than, have a baby so young."

Cynthia was just coming down from her second high, when Steve said to her, "Babe, you did not put a condom on me, and I just came inside you. Please tell me that you are safe."

Cynthia grinned at him and asked, "You said you loved me. What would happen, if I were to conceive our baby?"

Steve replied, "I would marry you, in a heartbeat."

"Thank you for telling me that, Steve. I guess I can come off the pill, now."

Steve started tickling her, and she laughed rolling all over the bed, as he tormented her, with his hands. He said to her, "If you ever do that to me again, my heart will stop."

There was a knock on the door to their suite, and the door opened, without either of them answering it. The butler announced his arrival saying, "Room service, your breakfast is here."

Steve yelled, "Please leave the bill on the table. I will sign it later.

They made said, "There is no bill, sir. Everything is prepaid, including the tip."

Cynthia giggled. Steve looked at her and said, "What is up?"

"You can thank your sister for our weekend together. We do not have to leave until Monday. Everything is paid, in advance. We can buy anything we want in the hotel, but Dycke said for you to remember, that he still has the title to the Corvette, whatever that means."

"He is just reminding me to be a good boy. However, I believe this hotel has a jewelry store. Let's eat breakfast, go down stairs, and see what they have in diamonds."

Cynthia asked, "Why diamonds?"

Steve replied, "That is the stone you normally buy, when a guy asks a girl to marry him, right?

If Steve had not caught her, Cynthia would have been on the ground. He looked at her startled face and said, "If you did not want to marry me, all you had to say was 'No.' I would have understood. You did not have to fall and hurt yourself."

"Steve, you did not ask me to marry you. You just assumed that I would say yes."

Steve got down on both knees and said, "Cynthia Udele Morgan, would you do me the honor and privilege of giving your body to me, in marriage?"

"Steve, it is hand, not body."

"What would I do with just your hand? I want the whole thing, or nothing. Make up your mind woman?"

"Yes, Steve, I will marry you. You have made me so happy."

"Cynthia, I am going to make your initials come true. You are going to C.U.M. so often, you will not know which way is up."

"Steve, if you ever use those initials on any of our invitations or in conversation. I will cut you from stem to stern. Then, I will cut your balls off, and stuffed them down your throat."

"Cynthia, I did not name you, your parents did. I think it is only fair, people get to know the real you. After this morning, I believe your initials truly fit you, perfectly."

"Steve, if you see a steak knife missing from the dinner table tonight, you should not sleep too soundly. It could indicate the shortest engagement, ever."

"Please cut my throat; I have become very attached to my balls."

"I think I will kill you instead. Talking to you is too hard."

Steve picked her up and tossed her onto the bed. Cynthia screamed, but it was no use. Steve was so much bigger than she was; she had no control over him. He spread her thighs and attacked her pussy with his tongue.

Cynthia yelled, "Oh, fuck!"

Steve yelled, "No, cunnilingus!"

Cynthia said, "What?"

"Oral sex, Cynthia, you will love it. I am going to eat your cunt, until you C.U.M."

"You had better never use those initials again, Steve. You could get seriously hurt. However, you may continue what you are doing, because it is wonderful."

"Lie back and enjoy it, babe. You will see stars by the time I am finished with you." Steve went back to torturing her cunt with his tongue and fingers. He licked and bit her inner and outer folds. His fingers found the rough spot on top of her sheath, as his thumb worried her clit to exhaustion. His right hand played with her breasts, his mouth kissed and played with her lower stomach and belly button. When he felt her start to shake, he removed his fingers from her cunt, grabbed her legs, and folded her in half, so her cunt was facing up. He focused his eyes down at hers. He wanted to see her reaction, when she came from her first oral experience. He wanted to see her face, with need in it. He needed to see her glow, as she passed through the ecstasy of climax. He wanted to know he could bring her that joy.

Cynthia did not realize she would be able to move her hips against the bulk of Steve's body. With the way he had her twisted, and his weight against her mere one hundred plus pounds, she thought there was no way she could move him. However, when her body started to shudder, and her legs and hips started to stiffen, Steve could barely hold her still. They still had eye contact, but her movement made it more difficult. When she came, she barely had her shoulders left on the mattress. She lifted him straight up, with her petite frame. She wet his face with her juices, and screamed with joy.

Steve got what he wanted. He saw her climb the ladder to ecstasy. He saw the need in her face. He heard her wantonness, as she demanded release. When she came, and her body released its fluids, he watched her, as glow flowed into her cheeks and face. Happiness was in every pore of her body. He let her legs down. He lay beside her, and kissed her face. He touched her breasts and she no longer shied away from his hands. He was no longer one of them, he was now hers, and she was his.

Cynthia looked at him and said, "I guess with all the practice you have had, I have a lot to learn. I am looking forward to it, but do not kill me in the process."

"We will go as fast or as slow as you want. We have a lot of years ahead of us and now maybe, I can get Desiree off my back."

From the outside room a familiar voice called out, "I would not count on that, Steve."

Steve said, "How the fuck did you get in here."

"I told you Payne wanted to be sure that Cynthia did not get hurt. I have been here all night making sure that did not happen. You were a good boy, Steve. Although I agree, with Cynthia, asking for her hand in marriage would have been better."

Steve said, "Is nothing sacred around here?"

Cynthia looked at him and said, "This is what happens when your sister marries a very rich guy, and needs to have her big brother protected from a very little girl. I could have killed you, during the night, and no one would have ever noticed, except Desiree. She would have caught me, and sent me to jail. However, you would have been dead, but I would have been caught."

Steve said, "Instead of being protected by her, I think I would rather have been dead."

Cynthia smacked him on the back of his head. She said, "Let's take a shower, eat breakfast, and go down to that jewelry store, before you change your mind.

Desiree said, "If he changes his mind, I will break his leg, and he will never race again."

"Do you see what I have to put up with all the time; she hates me."

Cynthia nodded and said, "Yes she does, but look what she has done for your grades and your times. You should be very grateful to her."

"Listen CUM; I am beginning not to like you."

Cynthia's entire one hundred and six pounds hurtled into Steve, like a rocket-propelled grenade. Steve hit the floor never realizing what hit him, until fists started pounding on the back of his head.

"I told you never to call me that, and I meant it. I will beat your face into a pulp, and remind you every day, if I have to Steve. Do we understand each other?"

Steve had his arms up protecting himself. He said, "I understand, I really do."

From the living room area, he could hear Desiree laughing.

He yelled, "Be quiet in there. I just got my ass kicked. I do not need any help from the peanut gallery."

Desiree said, "Steve, you are one hundred and eighty pounds of muscle. You have just been mauled, by one hundred and six pounds of irate female. If that is not funny, I do not know what is funny."

Cynthia said, "I am going to take a shower. If you are going to behave, and want to join me, you may. If you are going to act up, you can go play with yourself."

Desiree broke into laughter, again.

Steve yelled, "Enough already!"

Desiree yelled, "I can tell who is going to wear the pants in your family."

Steve said, "Like hell. I will run away from home first."

Cynthia grabbed him by his balls and said, "What?"

Writhing in pain, Steve said, "Nothing, babe."

"That is what I thought you said."

Desiree laughed again, but Steve remained quiet and just fumed. He would think of a way to get them both. Individually or together, but he would get them.

In the Promenade of the main lobby, there was a fine jewelry store and from looking at the prices in the window, Steve nearly had a stroke. Cynthia held onto his arm, smiled, and said, "We are only looking, Steve."

They browsed through the store for almost an hour, until Cynthia saw a ring she truly loved. She asked to try it on, and a woman took her aside, and placed the ring on a black mat, so she could see every facet, before she placed it on her finger. 

Steve watched Cynthia fingering it. He knew she would like this ring, however, he knew he could never afford it. He decided to call Dycke, and see exactly how much, he was allowed to spend in the hotel, considering his edict on the Corvette.

Dycke answered the phone and said, "Steve. I'm a little busy now, we are on Space Mountain."

Steve replied, "That is the lamest ride in the park. Are you going on Dumbo next?"

"We just got off Dumbo, Steve. The merry-go-round his next."

"That figures, Dycke. The agents must really love you."

"Why do you think we are going on the merry-go-round?"

Finally, Steve laughed. He said, "Dycke, I have to ask you a very important question. What is my spending limit here at the hotel?"

"Why?"

"I want to buy Cynthia an engagement ring."

"I am sorry, Steve. I must have heard you wrong. Would you say that one more time?"

"Come on Dycke you heard me the first time. I want to buy Cynthia an engagement ring."

Steve heard his sister go crazy. "I knew it. I knew it. I knew this weekend would do it."

When Dycke started talking, again, he asked Steve where he was buying the engagement ring, and what the price was.

Steve replied, "The ring is just under thirty-eight thousand dollars and then there are the taxes, the insurance, and the certification. The manager said it would come to about forty-three thousand dollars."

"Steve, let me talk to the manager."

Manager took Steve's cell phone and after a few moments, the manager went white. He wrote down a phone number and a name. He said to Dycke, "Mister Schneider, it is Sunday." His next response was, "Yes Mister Schneider, right now."

The manager picked up the house phone and dialed the number Dycke gave him. When the phone was picked up, he said, "Sir, my name is Harold Mann; I am the manager of 'Exquisite Jewels' in Charleston, South Carolina. I have just spoken with a Mister Dycke Schneider, and he has given me your name, in reference to a purchase to be made here. It is a 4.1 carat, Bright Yellow VVS1 GSI certified stone. I have quoted him a final price of forty-two thousand two hundred and sixty dollars all-inclusive. 

The manager's ear came away from the phone, and Steve could hear the other man calling him a thief. The tirade went on for more than a moment. The manager was told to look at the laser tag inscription, on the diamond and read it to him.

After a moment, the manager was told that the diamond came from a mine owned by a consortium, in South Africa, that Dycke was a partner in. If he or his boss ever wanted to see another diamond from Dycke or his jewelry division, the diamond had better be given to this couple for the cost of insurance and this certification, alone. He was told to have the owner call him tomorrow and he will discuss other details.

The managers answer was, "Yes, Sir." He hung up the telephone, looked up at Steve, and said, "Who is Dycke Schneider?"

Steve said, "He is an eighteen year old kid with a great many friends, in very influential places. He, also, has nearly eight hundred million dollars in his bank account."

The manager shook his head and said, "Let me write up your receipt, and I will charge it to your room."

Steve looked at the slip with the charges on it, and when it got down to the bottom line, he shook his head. The final charges were three thousand five hundred six dollars and seventy cents. He said to himself, "It is good to be the king."

Cynthia had the ring on her finger, and loved every second of the experience. It was slightly large on her; however, the clerk said it could be sized for her, by the morning. She said to the woman, "It is lovely but I am sure we cannot afford it."

Steve asked her, "Why not? I just charged it to the room, like Dycke told me to do."

Cynthia looked at him and said, "He will kill you for charging this to the room."

"If he does, you will always have the ring to remember me by. Diamonds are forever, babe!"

"That is not funny, Steve. I would rather have you, than the ring."

"I saw you playing with the ring, and I could not help myself. It is yours forever, because I will love you forever, even if forever is when Dycke gets the bill."

Cynthia yelled, "Desiree, get in here and kill him now."

Desiree walked into the store and said to Steve, "Tell her the truth before I break your leg."

"How do you know the truth?"

"It is my business to know your business, Steve. Tell her the truth or I will."

"You always spoil my fun. I spoke to Dycke, and Payne was thrilled to hear I had asked you to marry me. I asked Dycke if it was all right to buy you a ring. After some negotiation with two people, the manager came to an agreement on the price. The ring is yours, Cynthia; I love you very much." 

Desiree said to Cynthia, "What Steve told you is the truth, but it is covered by so much bull-crap, you would never see it, in the light of day. I should break his leg, but as I said, technically, he did tell you the truth."

Cynthia asked the woman who was helping her, what the normal price would be to walk out of the store with this ring.

She replied, "About $43,000.00

Cynthia asked Steve, "How much did you just charge to the room?"

Steve said, "Three thousand five hundred six dollars and seventy two cents."

Cynthia asked Steve, "What did Dycke negotiate with a tank?"

Steve said, "No. However, the diamond seems to have originated from a mine that a consortium owns. Dycke is part of that consortium. The person Mr. Mann spoke to on the telephone implied that the owner of this store might never see another diamond, if we did not get this one 'Free." 

Cynthia screamed in joy, but the woman behind the counter blanched, because her commission had just flown out the window.

Steve asked Cynthia to take off the ring and give it back to the woman, to have it sized for her. 

Cynthia said, "No."

"Cynthia, take the ring off. If it falls off, during the day, I can guarantee you Dycke will not let me buy you another one."

Cynthia looked at the ring on her finger and said, "It looks so good there."

Steve said, "It will be there for a very long time. I am not getting married, until I am forty."

Cynthia surprised him when she said, "That is fine with me. You have promised that I will be your only one. Desiree and I will keep you to that promise. I will start acting like a dutiful wife, Tuesday, when we get home. You will start getting sex once a month, if that often, and we will keep you to the national average."

Steve said, "You women have all the angles covered. If we do not do this, you do not do that. If we do this, you still do not do that. It is like a union that is always on strike."

Cynthia said, "You see Desiree, he is not as dumb as you think."

Desiree replied, "I guess he does have his moments."

Cynthia handed over her ring and received a receipt for it. She would have it back by noon tomorrow.

Phone calls had to be made. Cynthia called her mother, who thought her daughter had been smoking marijuana. She ran to her room to check her stash to see if any was missing, and realized it had not tampered with. So if Cynthia had not taken any of hers, she might have a supply of her own, she was crazy, or she was crazy in love.




Having Fun with Dycke and Payne Ch. 14



Alletta Temple heard her son on the phone. However, when he told her he was engaged to Cynthia, she just laughed, and hung up on him.

He called his father, and said, "Dad, please do not hang up. I just asked Cynthia to marry me, and she said yes."

Piker said, "Who is this? Why are you pulling my leg?

"Dad, it is me, Steve, your son."

"If this is my son, what day were you born?

"I was born on January twentieth, nineteen eighty-seven, twelve and a one half minutes before my sister."

"You could have heard that in school."

"Dad, you grounded me in the third grade for putting superglue on your briefcase locks and you could not open them."

"I have told that story a million times."

"What do I have to do to convince you that it is me?"

"Tell me you're not getting married, and I will believe you."

"I cannot do that, dad. I asked Cynthia to marry me this morning, and Desiree heard me do it."

"Is Desiree with you?"

"Yes she is dad."

"Let me speak to her."

"Hello, Pike. Are you stunned?"

"You are telling me it is true?"

"Did the sunrise in the East this morning?"

"I never expected that horn dog to get married, in my lifetime."

"Not only married, Pike, but he is in love up to his eyeballs."

"You have got to be kidding me."

"Cynthia has a ring through his nose already. When she pulls it, he follows her like a puppy. It is too beautiful to behold."

"What did my wife say, when she heard this news?"

"She hung up. She did not think it was him."

"I will call her, and see if I get a better response."

"Maybe this will help you. Dycke helped Steve with the cost of the diamond; he bought her a four-carat ring."

"Should I bother asking how much the ring cost?"

"It started out at forty-three thousand, but Dycke ensured he is paying a little less."

"Okay, I will bite. How much less, Desiree?"

"Thirty-seven thousand dollars less, Pike."

"You have to love that son of mine."

Desiree said, "If it ever happens to me, I know where to go to get my ring."

"You can count on it. He will treat you like a princess. Let me call my wife and then I will call 911 to rush her to the hospital. Maybe I should make those phone calls in reverse."

"Either way, Pike, have fun."

73. "The Revenge of the Protection Detail."

Down at Disney World, Dycke and Payne were having a blast tormenting their agents. They took them on every child's ride in the park. They insisted they all go on the rides, not just one, or two of them, but all seven. If Dycke was going to run a marathon, he was going to make it worth his while.

Payne kept looking at Gabby's face, and her displeasure was enough to make her laugh. At the beginning of each day, they went on the Merry-Go-Round. Dycke had the agents ride the horses, while he and Payne sat in one of the seats, kissing. Then they went on "It's a Small World," twice in a row, just to get the agents growling. Then it was on to the Tea Cups. At lunch, the agents were not talking to the 'happy couple,' in words, but if body language could be interpreted, the shooting gallery would have been next, using live rounds for ammunition, and the newlyweds for the targets. Payne knew that if they started getting death threats this week, it would be coming from their own agents.

On Thursday, they boarded the jet back to Charleston, and a happier seven agents, you have never seen. Two people, in the middle of the aircraft knew, when the wheels touched down, there would be a woman waiting for them, with a smile on her face, but with evil intent in her heart. Payne wondered if there was a parachute on this aircraft. There was not!

Only one person noticed the mistake that was made on the nose of the aircraft, where Payne's name was placed. It was supposed read, "Payne's Two." Either, the painter was drunk or was being fired the next day, because it read, "Two Payne's!" As Marti looked at it, she could not have agreed more. The aircraft would be repainted, but it served as an object lesson, for this moment. As the stairs descended from the aircraft, seven agents made a beeline for Marti. Each one demanded her immediate attention, for abuses upon their psyche, caused by Dycke. They demanded time with him, for self-defense training. Putting it bluntly, each one wanted at least one hour, to beat the crap out of him, for putting them on children's rides.

Marti listened to every story of abuse, and finally said, "Children, children, children; I have listened to your messages on my cellphone and read each of your e-mails and I promise you that he will pay for his abuses. Tomorrow, he is going to run his first marathon. Who would like to volunteer to go with him?"

Seven hands shot into the sky, and Marti made eight. She said, "Wonderful. We will drive him into the ground. We will keep a pace that will burn his legs off. We will teach that 'undersize runt' to follow orders, or pay a penalty, he will not enjoy. By the way, where is that little runt?"

Dycke stuck his head out of the limousine and said, "I am waiting for all you pussies to stop bitching, and take me home." He slammed the door closed, and locked it. He was safe in the limousine, and he knew it. 

Marti glared at him and said, "6 A.M., or I burn the house down."

Dycke smiled at her and replied, "I hope you do not mind looking at my ass all day."

The car started moving away, and smoke was coming out of Marti's ears. He had just challenged her, and no one, had ever done that to her, in all her years.

Marti had planned everything for the next morning from lead cars to chase cars. However, Dycke did a little planning of his own. At five thirty, four police cars drove up to the front of Dycke's home with their lights flashing. Dycke smiled, and walked outside to greet them, and he started warming up. At twenty minutes to six, two Humvees arrived, carrying Marti and the seven members of his protection detail, who wanted nothing short of a piece of Dycke, to mount on their wall. Marti asked Dycke what was up.

Dycke smiled at her and said, "It would not be a marathon, without a police escort, would it? We even have drink stations and cheerleaders along the way. Payne will be here to kiss me as I break the tape at the finish line, in first place. I thought all of this would add a nice touch."

Marti glared at him and said, "You do not stand a prayer in hell of coming in first place. If I do not beat you, Robin or Marlena will."

"Do you want to bet?"

Payne ran over to Marti and said, "Do not do it. He has never lost a bet. He even made it stopped raining, on our wedding day. Do not bet him, please."

"Do not worry, Payne. The mighty always have to fall the first time. Carthage fell, Greece fell, and Rome fell. Dycke Schneider will fall, today."

"Marti, please do not do it. I do not know how he does it, but he does not lose."

"Payne, do not worry. For Dycke to win, he has to come in 'first place.' Not only does he have to beat me, but also two people who are experienced marathoners. He does not stand a chance in hell."

Payne said, "Remember, Marti, I tried to warn you."

Dycke said, "All right, Marti what do you want?"

Marti thought for a moment and said, "I want you to 'Bow' to me, and call me 'Your Majesty' for the rest of our tenure here. You have to keep our entire staff for at least ten years, with appropriate and timely raises, and you will never disobey me or my staffs' instructions ever again."

Dycke smiled at her and said, "Agreed. When I win, you will do the following: You will wear dresses to work for the rest of your working career with me. You cannot quit, and only I can fire you."

Marti screamed, "No."

"Are you backing out of the bet? Are you afraid of losing to an eighteen year old 'undersized runt.'?"

Payne yelled, "Marti, do not do it. He is baiting you."

Marti looked at Dycke and said, "On your best day, you could not beat me."

Dycke stuck out his hand to shake hers' and said, "I will see you at the finish line, if you make it."

"You son of a bitch; I am going to hand you your head, today"

Steve came out of the house, rubbing his eyes and asked, "What is going on?"

Dycke smiled and said, "We are going to run a marathon. Do you want us to wait for you?"

Steve said, "Yes, I will be ready next year, good night." He turned around and went back to bed.

At 6 A.M., the first police car started the 26 mile 365 yard marathon, with nine people in pursuit. Dycke stayed in the middle of the pack, Robin and Marti were with him, and Marlena set the early pace. The police cars kept announcing the mileage and the time, to let everyone know the pace that was being set. 

At five miles, Marti put on a burst of speed, which put her in the lead by more than six hundred yards. Dycke stayed in the pack.

Robin did the same thing, at seven miles, but Dycke did not take the bait, and he stayed with the pack.

Aaron made a significant move, at twelve miles, to a point; the police car was out of sight. Dycke was tempted to start, but decided it was still too early in the race. Eventually, Aaron was visible on the horizon and Dycke was happy, he had not gone with him.

At sixteen miles, Dycke made his move. He slid to the outside, and move up alongside Marti and said, "Take a look at my ass because that is all you are going to see for the remainder of this race. I will see you at the finish line."

They had been averaging five and one half minutes per mile, and Dycke picked up the pace to a blistering 4 minutes 15 seconds per mile. Everyone behind him picked up their pace, trying to stay with him. At twenty miles, Dycke was out of their site line, and running smoothly. At twenty-four miles, he was nearly three miles ahead of the pack. As he made the turn towards his home, he started to coast. He broke the tape, and Payne kissed him, as she promised. She asked him where everyone was. 

He said to her, "They should be here in about ten minutes or fifteen minutes, or so."

"How did you do that to them."

"One day you must come to work with me, and I will show you."

As Dycke said, Marlena crossed the line nearly ten minutes later, followed by Robin, Marti, and the rest of the troops. They glared at him as he stood past the finish line, applauding their arrival. Marti came in fourth, as he had anticipated. Her age was catching up to her, even though she would not admit it. At forty-eight, she was a physical specimen you did not want to mess with, but twenty-six miles, 365 yards was more than most bodies can handle. Dycke applauded her loudly as she crossed the line.

He handed her a bottle of Gatorade and said "Marti, my mother, you and I are going shopping Monday."

Dycke ducked as the bottle of Gatorade flew over his head.

He yelled to her, "Would you prefer a "Personal Assistant?"

The look he received nearly killed him.

74. "Fiona's Wedding Day, or In Sickness and In Health!"

It was now noon, the marathon was forgotten, and all thoughts turned to Fiona's wedding. Bob was persona non grata in his own home, so he set up shop in the bridal suite in the Kensington Manor. Marti and Alvena were with Fiona, marking time, because everything that could be done was already done. 

The spies were in town, for Fiona's wedding. The FBI was in town watching the spies, who were in town. The CIA, which is not supposed to work, in the continental U.S., had sixty agents on vacation, in Charleston, for the weekend. The Defense Intelligence Agency had a workshop going on at Charleston Air Force Base, and the NSA had a Conference at Summitt Hotel. Charleston had never seen so many spies, spying on spies, since the Civil War. 

Grace Church was ready. The bride and groom were ready. Time was the limiting factor, and 2 o'clock the next day could not come fast enough. Then Fiona got her period, and she wanted to shoot herself. She was a week early and normally she was as regular as clockwork. She wanted to scream. She was inconsolable. No one could talk to her. Marti called Bob and gave him an update. He told Marti to give Fiona the phone, so he could talk with her.

Fiona picked up the phone and said, "What do you want?"

"I told you once before, you let the little things drive you crazy. This is a little thing. If you do not stop this shit, right now, I am going to announce at our wedding tomorrow, that you are thirty-seven years old, and you will be thirty-eight next February. Do you hear me?"

"How did you find that out? Who told you? I will kill her."

"Fiona, I was a spy. I used to do this for a living. Now are you going to be good, or do I have to get a megaphone for tomorrow?"

"I will be good, Bob."

"I love you, Fiona Brooks. Relax, take a deep breath, and remember, 'In less than twenty-four hours, this will all be over, and we will be together, forever.'"

"I love you Robert Short."

"I know Fiona; we were made for each other, and I grow taller every day."

Fiona laughed as she hung up the phone.

Bacillica Schneider did not feel well when she got up in the morning. Her stomach was queasy and she nearly had to vomit. She went downstairs and made herself a cup of chamomile tea, which helped her greatly. This is going on too long, she thought to herself. I had better make an appointment with my doctor. She was due for her yearly physical, in October, so she called her gynecologist and moved it up to the first week in September. Her breasts had been sore, probably from over-use by Chad recently, but she would rather be safe than sorry. She dressed for the day and forgot all about it, thinking about tomorrow's festivities.

Alletta and Payne were out, apartment hunting, by the harbor. Dycke wanted to rent rather than buy, because of the nature of his businesses, and the possibility of children in the near future. They looked at a Penthouse apartment that encompassed the entire top floor of a building. At eighteen thousand square feet, it was so big, they would need a fleet of 'Segway's' to get around it. It had space for anything one wanted, and the views were amazing.

Payne called Dycke to see if he was available to look at the apartment, instead he asked her, "Payne do you want the apartment?"

She said to him, "Yes, I want it."

He said to her, "Do you remember what you told me, in our bedroom, about making decisions?"

"Dycke, I was only joking. This apartment is two hundred thousand dollars a month. That is 2.4 million dollars a year."

"Very good, Payne; high school was not wasted on you. I will put my office in it, and it becomes a business deduction."

"You are going to get such a beating, when I see you."

"Payne, make a decision. Live at home, with your mother, or live in that apartment. Choose one or the other."

"Dycke, I want the apartment."

"Alright, stay there. I will send Art over."

Payne looked at her mother and said, "Mom, he said it is okay."

"Darling, how many times has Dycke said 'No' to you?"

"I do not believe he ever has, mom."

"Then Payne, you better start thinking about furniture for this place. It is going to need a lot of it."

"I cannot do that without him, mom. It is going to be his home, too."

"Then Payne; Sunday is furniture shopping day, with your husband."

At 12 PM, Grace knocked on Fiona's door. When Marti answered it, Grace told her Dycke was downstairs, and needed her immediately. She would stay with Fiona for the rest of the day.

Marti picked up her things, and went downstairs and found the limousine waiting for her. She opened the door and got in. Dycke was not inside, Lord Jeffrey was. He said, "Good afternoon, Martina. Are you all ready for tomorrow?"

"Yes, your Lordship, I am ready."

"Is that the hairstyle you are using for tomorrow?"

"Yes, what is wrong with it?"

"Milton, you know where to go. Immediately, please."

"Where are you taking me, your Lordship?"

"I am taking you to a place you have never been before. I am going to stay there, with you the entire time. If you make a scene, one of the four people there, will shoot you with a tranquilizer dart, and we will take care of you, while you are unconscious. Do you understand?"

"Yes, your Lordship."

Milton pulled up along the Regal Salon and Spa, at the Ritz-Carlton Hotel and Marti's immediate reaction was, as expected. "You are not doing this to me, are you?"

"Martina, you are my escort for tomorrow. You will look every bit the part. Stop complaining and let's get this started."

Marti stepped out of the car and noticed four people, standing in strategic positions, smiling at her. Lord Whitbred took her by the arm and led her inside, where a group of women was waiting for her arrival. At 5'11" and 160 pounds of muscle, Marti was an imposing figure. With the growl on her face, most people would have run away. Lord Whitbred said to them, "If Martina gives you one moment of trouble, come to me and I will take care of it." He pulled Marti's bag away from her arm, and the women took her into the back to be waxed, plucked, steamed, pedicured, manicured, trimmed in unmentionable areas, massaged, given a haircut by a stylist, and made up by a professional make-up artist.

Nearly four hour later, they were finished. Martina went to get dressed and instead of finding her clothing, she found a completely new ensemble: a matching bra and panty set, garters and stockings, a rose color suit, with a knee length skirt and matching shoes. If she had a gun, she would go out front naked, shoot his lordship, and then shoot herself. However, he had the foresight to take her gun away. So she got dressed and she had trouble doing so. She had to ask one of the young women to show her what to do with certain items of clothing to make them fit properly.

She had to walk around in the shoes for a few moments to get her balance, because she was not used to the slight rise in the heels. Running shoes were a way of life for her, and she had never worn anything else since she was a teenager. When she was ready to go outside, she put her head down, and prayed no one would laugh at her. 

Lord Whitbred was sitting in the waiting area, as he had promised. He raised his eyes, when he heard the door open, and saw Marti, as a woman for the first time, in either of their careers. He stood up, looked at her, and was amazed. He said, "Martina, you are ravishing. Have you seen yourself, in a mirror?"

"No, your Lordship, I was afraid to look."

He kissed her on both cheeks, took her to the full-length mirror, and stepped aside, so she could see how wonderful she looked.

Marti gasped, "Is that really me?"

"Yes Martina, that is you, not the persona you hide behind. Any man would be proud to have you on his arm. You are truly magnificent. You are tall, straight, and proud. It exudes from every pore of your body. Let's go, we have people to see, and places to go." He held out his arm, and Marti put her hand through it, and held on. As they approach the limousine, a group of people turned around and started taking pictures of the handsome couple. 

Marti was stunned. Dycke had done it to her, again. The entire office staff was there and half of her agents. They began taking pictures of them. They were applauding the way she looked, as she walked out of the spa, and into her new lifestyle. There were also professional photographers there. Dycke was taking no chances. He wanted pictures of Marti looking her absolute best, and walking next to the debonair Lord Whitbred could not have made her look better.

As she approached him, she said to Dycke, "Thank you. I should kill you, and maybe I will, but thank you for what you did for me today."

Dycke bowed and said, "You are welcome, Your Majesty."

Marti smiled and smacked him on the back of his head.

Dycke said, "Ooow. What was that for?"

Marti said, "It seemed like the right thing to do, at the moment."




Having Fun with Dycke and Payne Ch. 14



Lord Whitbred was whisked away back to his hotel, to keep Fiona's surprise intact. Everyone else headed to Grace church, for the rehearsal. This time, everyone was early, but those who had not seen Marti, at the spa, had time to look at her, and comment on how beautiful she looked. 

When Fiona arrived and saw Marti, she said to her, "Payne warned you not to bet with Dycke. However, he has turned you into a beautiful woman. Do we kill him now, or after the wedding?"

Marti smiled and replied, "I have not decided, yet. I know he is going to die, but the method, and the length of time we will take to do it, has yet to be decided. I will get back to you on that decision."

The Right Reverend Michael Rivers called everyone to order, and told each of them what he expected. He asked them to form up in the vestibule of the church and he would tell them when to begin. Chad would be given the honor of walking Fiona down the aisle, and give her away."

Dycke had reserved an entire restaurant for that evening's rehearsal dinner and Alvena was the center of attraction, again. Fiona did not remember half the stories she was telling about her, but everyone who listened to her mother was sure that they were true, and laughed the evening away.

Bob was prepared this time, and after an hour of listening to Fiona's mother telling stories, he handed his bride two maximum strength aspirin for the headache that she had, or would have shortly.

Fiona washed the aspirin down, with half a bottle of wine, to ensure they would work, quickly. What she did not remember was, this mixture gave you a maximum strength headache, in the morning, and sometimes made you nauseous. Both of those things happened to Fiona, the following morning.

She called Bob and he told her to use an ice pack for the headache, but he had no idea what to do for her stomach. He told her to call Bacillica and see if she knew anything that would help her, because her mother was out shopping.

When Bacillica picked up the phone, Fiona said, "You sound awful, what is the matter?"

"I do not think it is anything major, Fiona. I think I have a stomach bug. I have felt nauseous for the last week or so, and I have a nagging headache that comes and goes. I drink some chamomile tea, and I feel a lot better, afterwards. I have a doctor's appointment on Tuesday to see what is going on. I will be at your wedding; I will not miss that for the world. I may not go to the dinner afterwards, but I will be at the service."

"I have a headache this morning, and I am nauseous, also. I mixed aspirin and wine and I am paying for it now. Will the chamomile tea help me, also?"

"Absolutely! If you have some honey in the house, add a drop to it, for sweetness. It will settle your stomach and your headache will vanish."

"Thank you Bacillica. I will have Gracie get me the tea and honey at the store. Feel better, and I will see you at the church."

Alvena came back from some last minute shopping, looked at her daughter, and asked, "Are you pregnant?"

Fiona said, "Mom, I have my period, I am not pregnant."

"Do you have a heavy period or a light one?"

"It is light, but it is steady."

"You are pregnant."

"Mom, give me a break. I am getting married in a few hours. I do not need to be harassed by you now."

"When I was pregnant with you, I had light periods for three months. Are you nauseous? Do you have a headache that comes and goes for no reason at all?"

"I have been having headaches, lately."

"You are pregnant."

"Mom, not today, please, let me be."

"Where is Gracie?"

"I asked her to go to the store, and get some tea and honey."

"Chamomile tea?"

"Yes, how did you know?"

"You are pregnant. Call Gracie and give me the phone."

"Hello, Gracie? This is Alvena. Would you do me a favor and get me two different pregnancy test things. I think she is pregnant. Thank you. Goodbye."

Gracie was back in a flash. She looked at Fiona and said, "I thought you had your period?"

"I do. This is my mother's idea of a joke."

"Gracie, five will get you ten, she is pregnant."

"How can you be so sure, if she has her period?"

"As I told my darling daughter, when I was pregnant with her, I had a light period, for the first three months. She does not believe me. Those little testers will let us know in a few moments. Get going, Fiona, I want to know if I am going to be a grandmother. I have waited a very long time for this to happen, and I am not going to wait one more second, than I have to."

Fiona went into the bathroom and opened the packages. She read the instructions, and urinated on both testing strips. She was going to wait and see the results, for herself, but her mother yelled to her, "Bring them here; I do not want you to cheat."

As the allotted time passed, both tests turned blue. Fiona's face turned white. Grace caught her, as she started falling towards the floor. 

The next thing Fiona felt was a pillow, under her head, and an ice pack on top of it. She looked up and saw two smiling faces. Her mother asked, "Are you feeling better, oh, pregnant one?"

"How, Mom? I just came off the pill, and we just started trying. It is not that easy for most people. Some couples try for years, before they get pregnant and I get pregnant in the first few weeks. It is not supposed to happen that way, is it?"

"Baby, sometimes people get lucky. Bob and you are in love, and you two are going to be wonderful parents."

"What time is it? I have to start getting ready soon. I have to tell Bob he is going to be a father. He will be so happy. He is such a wonderful man, mom."

"It sounds like you two had a wonderful first date."

"It was not a date. I challenged him to a Karate Match, and he accepted. I am younger, taller and I thought, stronger than he was. I was correct on the first two, but I beat the heck out of him in the first match, and he knocked me senseless in the second one. He cheated during the third match, and his tongue forced me to concede, while we were in the shower. I had so much fun with him that night, I could not leave him."

"It is 12:30 P.M.; do you think you can stand up now?"

"My wedding is at two, and I will not be late for it. Help me up and we will see what happens."

Fiona wobbled, for a while, however, that passed quickly. She sat down while Gracie made tea for everyone. They talked about her pregnancy for a time, and then, Fiona said it was time for her to dress. She showered quickly, did all her intimate things, and wondered how Bob would react to the news. Then, she thought about Bacillica. She said she had been nauseous, for a while, and that she had headaches. Fiona wondered if it could possibly be morning sickness. Could Bacillica be pregnant? If she were pregnant, that would be too funny for words. 

At 1:30 that afternoon, Fiona, Gracie, and Alvena left for Grace Church. It was a very short ride from Bob's apartment building and when they arrived, there was still a crowd, outside the church. Alvena told the limousine driver to continue driving until everyone was inside the church. Then Fiona would be able to get out without the hassle of moving through dozens of people. It took another fifteen minutes, but everyone was finally inside, and Fiona was able to exit the car. Chad met her at the curb, with Marti. They straightened her gown, and led her towards the entrance to the church.

From behind them a voice said, "Mister Schneider, if you do not mind I would like the 'honor and privilege' of taking Miss Brooks down the aisle to meet her new husband."

Fiona did not immediately recognize the voice, but she whirled around, wondering who was trying to interrupt her wedding ceremony. When she saw Lord Jeffrey, she cried and fell into his arms.

He kissed her on her cheeks and whispered in her ear, "Daughter, you are too beautiful for words. I do not want Bob to think I upset you. Please, put a smile on your gorgeous face, and allow me to walk you down the aisle."

"Your Lordship, how could you possibly know about my wedding? Who contacted you? How did this happen? I have a million questions for you?"

"Fiona, I believe I can answer most of them with one word: Dycke."

"Your Lordship, either Marti or I have to kill him. He is too good a person. People are going to take advantage of him, all his life. "

"Fiona, I will discuss that with you later. Right now, my daughter, they are playing our song."

Lord Jeffrey Whitbred and Fiona Brooks walked gracefully, down the center aisle, to a waiting Robert Short and Angus McFarland. Lord Jeffrey kissed Fiona, and presented her hands to Bob. Then he took his place beside Martina Innocent, and watched as the Right Reverend Michael Rivers performed the Episcopalian Marriage Ceremony. Unlike Dycke and Payne's ceremony, video cameras were allowed in this church, so the entire ceremony could be watched over, and over again.

After they were pronounced "husband and wife," they turned and accepted the applause and congratulations, from their fellow comrades in arms. As they were walking back down the aisle, Fiona stopped to ask Bacillica how she was feeling. Bacillica responded that she was feeling much better than she was this morning. Fiona whispered into Basilica's ear, "Is it possible you are pregnant?"

Basilica's pupils dilated, and she sat down quickly. That answered Fiona's question, as well as any verbal answer could have.

Chad asked his wife what was wrong. She said to him, "Fiona just asked me something that I could not answer properly. Please do not ask me again."

Chad said fine and let the subject drop.

The happy couple got into the limousine and headed towards the studio where the official pictures would be taken.

Limousines behind them carried the remainder of the wedding party, including Martina and Lord Jeffrey.

Fiona decided that the best way to tell Bob about her being pregnant was to tell him fast. She did it in the most obvious way. She took his hand, placed it on her stomach, and said, "Hello daddy!"

Bob's hand flew off her stomach and his eyes looked into hers. He said, "Really?"

Fiona went through the entire story, about her mother's intuition, and the two test kits and Bob started kissing Fiona, as if the world was going to end, at midnight.

He said, "I never thought I would have a child. You make me so proud of you. You start school next month and you are going to have our baby. What more can aman ask for in life."

"Bob, I am not going to school. I am on protective detail. I do not have time for both of them."

"Yes, I know. You will have to speak to your boss about that situation."

"What has he done now?"

"I am not at liberty to say, however, I wind up being a babysitter."

"Someone has to stop that man, or he is going to go broke."

"Somehow, my love, I do not think so."

The pictures were taken, the hors d'oeuvres were eaten, and everyone entered the Main building for dinner.

Dycke did one thing that the FBI and the other federal agencies did not count on. He had the building swept for bugs, before anyone entered it. His people found nearly 700 listening devices, and twenty-five recording devices hidden in the flowers under the tables inside crevices and anywhere anyone could hide something as tiny as a quarter. As everyone entered the building, Dycke's agents funneled each guest towards the crates, which held the devices, the various government agencies had hidden. They all smiled and went to their tables and knowing their conversations would remain private. 

When everyone was seated, several agents picked up the crates and brought them out to the four unmarked vans that were being used as listening posts. They knocked on the rear doors, until they were opened. The listening and recording devices were unceremoniously handed back to the federal agents, and they were invited inside, for dinner. Each of them accepted.

Dinner conversation among covert operatives is very graphic, and sometimes gory. However, these men and women live on the edge every day they are on assignment. Bob and Fiona circulated amongst these people, during the evening, and reminisced about the good times and bad times, from the Soviet era, to the present day. Many, like Bob, wound up forgotten, by their governments, until it suited them to get them out of a foreign country.

Many stories that were told that night would have closed, or cleared up, many operations, governments around the world would have paid dearly to seal. However, these were Dycke's guests, and nothing they said, while they were in this country, was going to compromise them.

As the evening was ending, Bob stood up to make an announcement. He said, "Ladies, gentlemen, and honored guests, I have been informed today, by my lovely bride, that we are pregnant."

Fiona wanted to kill him for making that announcement. However, everyone in the room was standing and applauding. Lord Whitbred approached his 'daughter' with a smile on his face, a mile wide. He hugged her to his body, kissed her, and congratulated her. He ordered her to give up her gun. He told her that he would not take no for an answer. He said to her, "Guns and parenthood do not mix. You have a husband that adores you and can keep you safe. You can keep a gun in your house, for protection. I do not want you to carry one every day. Do you understand me little girl."

"Yes, your Lordship. I will take care of that, immediately."

"I was expecting an argument from you. I am glad to see that you are maturing."

"Not really, your Lordship. I was just informed by my husband, that I am starting school in September. Somehow my boss got me into the Doctoral Program in Economics and I will be up to my eyeballs in numbers, very shortly."

"I am going to enjoy working with Dycke. He seems to be my type of fellow."

"Your Lordship, never make a bet with him. He does not lose. I do not know how he does it; however, he does not lose. He had never run a marathon and he ran against eight people, who run them every year. He bet Marti that he would be first. He would have to call her 'Your Majesty' for the rest of her life, if he did not win. If he did, she had to wear dresses to work every day. She wanted to back out of the bet, but he baited her and used her own words against her, until she finally agreed. He beat everyone to the finish line by over ten minutes. We still do not know how he did it, but we will find out; then we will kill him. He is that good, your Lordship and his mind is as sharp as any you will ever come up against."

Lord Whitbred laughed and said to Fiona, "Where are you going on your honeymoon?"

"I cannot go on a honeymoon, now. I will have to see a doctor, about the baby. I will have to check about school, and I have to check with a friend, to make sure she is feeling better. We will put it off until Christmas."

"I hate to say this, but it works out perfect for me. I will stay a few days longer and I have a surprise for you and a few of your friends. Will you help me set up a catered dinner, at whoever has the largest open space and we will have some fun for an evening, before I leave."

"Of course, your Lordship. My apartment has the largest open space and we can have everyone over for a dinner there. Whom would you like to invite?"

"The Schneider's, Dycke and Payne, the Temples, including Stephen and his fiancée, Turnquest Schneider, Martina, Gabby, Desiree, Angus McFarland, and everyone that escorted you to Paris. If we could do this on Wednesday evening, I will have everything delivered and set up at your home in the afternoon, and the food delivered in the evening. There should be enough people, for a lively get together."

"Wednesday will be fine, your Lordship. I will advise everyone about the party and they will be there, with great anticipation."

"You be well, my daughter, and do not worry about the baby, he will be just fine."

"Your Lordship, I just found out I am pregnant. There is no way to know, at this early stage, what sex the baby is."

"In that case, Fiona, his middle name will be Jeffrey."

"Yes, your Lordship, I will tell Bob that he is going to have a son, whose middle name is going to be Jeffrey. I am sure he will be very pleased.

Sunday afternoon, Dycke, Payne, and their mothers went to the apartment to look around. 

Dycke asked, "Payne which room is the playroom?"

Payne looked at him and said, "I do not know? I did not plan for a playroom."

"We were going to sleep on the floor?"

Payne looked at him and said, "You son of a bitch," and chased after him through the unwalled apartment.

Dycke yelled, "I told you not to talk about my mother, that way."

"I was not talking about your mother, you bastard."

"There you go, again. Now, I am going to have to spank you, because you insulted my mother, twice."

Payne screamed, because the tables had turned and Dycke was chasing her. 

The mothers were standing on the terrace, laughing uncontrollably.

When playtime was over, Dycke asked the three women if it would be a good idea to have a professional decorator help Payne decorate part of the apartment in early childhood furniture. He thought it was a good idea, because he and Payne would be running around it, at all hours of the day and night, like children. In addition, they were hoping to have the sound of little feet running around the apartment, sooner rather than later.

No decision was made, but it was left open for discussion.

Tuesday morning, Bacillica went to her doctor. She wanted to find out why she had been so sick lately, and to get a prescription for birth control pills.

Her doctor took blood and a urine sample. Then, she started a complete physical examination.

Bacillica told her doctor that her breasts had been extremely tender lately and hoped that she had not developed anything serious.

The doctor started with her neck and checked her glands and under her arms and then her breasts, and her stomach and kidneys. Everything seemed fine. She checked her abdomen, which was a little swollen, and tender. The doctor proceeded to put Basilica's feet into the stirrups and began the pelvic exam.

When the doctor finished her pelvic exam, she smiled and asked, "Bacillica, what do you consider serious?"

"I have been very worried that I have cancer."

"No Bacillica, you do not have cancer. You have a lifelong disease."

"Oh, no, what is it?"

"Bacillica, you are pregnant."

"How can I be pregnant? Last year you told me I might be going through the beginning stages of my changes, because my periods were irregular."

"The magic part of that sentence was 'MIGHT BE GOING' not you are going through menopause. I would say you are about five to six weeks pregnant. It is early enough, if you want me to terminate the pregnancy, I can, because of your age, but you are very healthy and should have no problem carrying this baby to term."

"I am Catholic. There is no way I could terminate this baby, even if my life depended on it. Besides, when I tell my husband I am pregnant, he is going to kill me, and that will solve the problem."

The doctor smiled and said, "I would not bet on that happening. Late in life, babies are sometimes loved the most. I want to see you in six weeks, for your first sonogram. My nurse will give you all the prescriptions you need for your prenatal vitamins, and prescription medicines. Take them as if your life depends on it, because your baby's life does."

Bacillica walked out of the doctor's office in a daze. When Frankie saw her, she said, "Oh my goodness, Fiona was right."

Bacillica looked at Frankie and asked, "Are there any secrets kept between agents?"

"Bacillica, there cannot be. Your lives depend on the knowledge we have. The more we know about what is going on in your lives, the better we can protect you. It does not leave our circle, but we have to know. If Dycke had a mistress, and we did not know about it, that makes him vulnerable, when he is with her. We would not tell Payne, because it is not our business to tell her, but we have to know."




Having Fun with Dycke and Payne Ch. 14



Bacillica nodded her head and said, "I understand. Please take me to my husband's office. I may as well get this over with, as soon as possible."

Frankie said to her, "Five will get you ten that he is thrilled."

"Five will get you ten, that he is unconscious, after I tell him."

She looked out the window during the drive to Chad's office, hoping that he would not be disappointed with her. He believed that she had continued taking her birth control pills, even though they had not been having sex for a very long time. She did not see the point in taking them, because of all the warnings that came with them and with the mistake she made with the doctor's wording about her going through 'her changes,' she was going to be a mother, again, at the age of forty-two. This child would graduate college, while she was collecting Social Security. 

Grace walked with Bacillica to Chad's office, and his secretary told him that his wife was here. Chad asked her to send her in and when he looked at her face, he knew something was wrong. He went to her, took her in his arms, and said, "Cili, what is the matter?"

"Chad, I think it is best that you sit down."

"Cili, I am fine, you went to the doctor this morning. What is wrong?"

"I am pregnant!"

Chad's eyes dilated as he looked into her eyes. "Really? Are you sure? How far along are you? Is everything okay? Did the doctor say you would be okay? Is there any problem with you carrying the baby? You are not answering me. Talk to me, Cili, say something?"

Bacillica smiled at her husband and said, "If you would stop asking so many questions. I could answer them one at a time. I thought you were going to kill me, because I got pregnant. I stopped taking the pill because we stopped having sex. There was no sense in my taking them, with all the warnings, so I stopped. Then, all of a sudden, we started acting like rabbits, and I became pregnant. I did not even think about the pill, until Saturday, when Fiona asked me, if I was pregnant. I had been nauseous. I had been having headaches, and I did not put it together, until she asked me. The doctor confirmed it this morning. I am six weeks pregnant. As I counted back six weeks, you got me pregnant the day I got back from Paris. Two years of sperm met one egg and overpowered it. Congratulations, daddy."

Chad, kissed his wife and said, "It was that picture on the ceiling. I told you it made me think of all the nasty things I could do to you. It also did one thing I did not think of, but I could not be happier for the both of us. Can we still go on vacation?"

"I did not ask the doctor that question. I will call the office and find out if we are able to fly. If not, we will take a cruise."

"That sounds great to me, Cili. I will be free at the end of September. I put the ads online and in the paper for a senior design architect, as I promised. I will interview the people as they come in. I wonder what the girls and Dycke are going to say, when they hear they are going to have a baby brother or sister in the family."

Bacillica replied, "Dycke and Payne will be thrilled, the girls will think that we are nuts."

"I am with Dycke and Payne. I am thrilled."

"I was so worried that you would not be, Chad. I did not know what your reaction would be. You work so hard already. Now you will have to work longer to support another child."

"Yes, and I really hate my job."

"Bacillica laughed at her husband. She held him tight, kissed him, and told him that she loved him, with all her heart and soul."

Chad whispered in her ear, "Regardless of what you tell me, I am not taking that picture off the ceiling."

She hit him, blushed, and smiled.

When she left his office, she took Frankie by the arm, and said, "You are going to pay for this baby forever, you know."

Frankie looked at her and said, "Me, why me?"

"You sent him the naked picture of me, from Paris. The picture got into his libido. He got all horny, started screwing me like a rabbit, and that is how I wound up pregnant. Therefore, it is your fault. You are going to pay, until this child turns eighteen."

"Does that mean I have job security, for nineteen years?"

"Yes it does."

"Oh goody."

"Let's go get pizza, an egg cream, and some pickles. I can blame it on the pregnancy."

Frankie laughed at her, as they walked towards the elevator.

The news spread like wildfire. Chad called Dycke, who was, as he expected, thrilled for both of them. Dycke called Payne, who, after the shock wore off said, "Our children will be able to play with a lot of other children in our family."

Payne called her mother and Alletta started counting back to make sure she had not missed a period. She said to Payne, "I am very happy for her. I am also very happy for me, because I am not pregnant."

Chad called his oldest daughter, Maureen, to tell her the news and she reacted true to form. "Is mom crazy? She is too old to start another family. What about her health, dad; how is your health, dad? You will both be in your late sixties, when this child graduates college." So many things can go wrong at her age. Her blood pressure could spike and we could lose her. I do not want that to happen. I love her too much."

"Maureen, the doctor said your mother is in perfect health, and will be able to carry the baby to term. I want you to be happy for her, and treat her with kindness and respect."

"I always have, dad, and I always will. I will stop by this weekend, to see her."

Chad nearly had an identical conversation, with his youngest daughter, Ambrosia. She, also, would be there, this weekend to see her mother. He grinned and thought Dycke would probably want to be in Hawaii."

After Bacillica got off the phone with her doctor, she was slightly upset. The doctor told her she was not going anywhere for at least another two weeks, or until all her blood work came back. She wanted to be sure that everything was fine, before she became a world traveler. She also needed to be inoculated for a few diseases if she was going to certain countries in Africa, Asia, or the Middle East.

She put the doctor's mind at ease and told her that her traveling would be in the Western Hemisphere or Europe."

Wednesday, Bob and Fiona's home became a little hectic. The tables, chairs, and dinnerware arrived shortly after 1 PM. They were placed, in a pile, in the middle of the living area, and the men departed. Shortly afterwards, the glasses and stemware arrived. By four o'clock, it appeared that a feast, for one hundred people, was going to be prepared that evening. Dinner was supposed to start at seven and everything was still in a pile in the middle of the room. Fiona had no way to contact Lord Whitbred to find out if anything had gone wrong with his plans, but she need not have worried.

At five-thirty, an army of 30 men and women arrived at her home, and started to set up everything that was required for the evening. Twenty minutes later, they were finished. Some of them assembled a twenty by thirty viewing screen, which Bob believed would be for the evening's entertainment, while others changed into formal attire, to act as servers, during the party.

At 6:30P.M., guests started to arrive. Fiona and Bacillica hugged each other when they met, and talked about being pregnant. Dycke and Payne arrived, with his Uncle Turnquest, who was lecturing Dycke about the wonders of owning property, and the potential tax write offs, in Switzerland. Dycke was hanging on his every word. Lord Whitbred arrived, with Marti on his arm, and she looked wonderful in a Sapphire blue dress. When everyone saw them enter, they stopped what they were doing, and applauded. Lord Whitbred extended his arm so Marti would stand, 'on her own', and know the applause was for her. She blushed, bright pink, which accentuated the blue in her dress, wonderfully. She would never get used to this. She bowed, slightly. Lord Whitbred went over and whispered something into her ear. She shook her head 'no', and he said it again, softly, but with more authority.

Martina crossed her right leg behind her left, and curtsied. Everyone in the room, including Lord Whitbred, applauded loudly, and chuckled."

Marti looked at him, with fire in her eyes, and he said to her "Martina, play nice."

"Yes; your Lordship."

All the women in the room, went over to Marti, and told her how stunning she looked. They continued asking her all the questions, one woman would ask another, but no one had ever asked Marti before. This was new territory for her, and she would have to get used to it, quickly.

Promptly at seven o'clock, the food arrived. Fiona and Payne quickly realized that the menu was the same as it was in Paris, when they were being fitted for their wedding dresses. They did not mind at all, because they were able to eat the duck confit, cassoulet, truffles, chocolate mousse, and the tarts, this time. Dycke, Payne, Steve, and Cynthia were restricted to one glass of wine, each, because they were only eighteen, and unlike Paris, they were under the drinking age in the United States. However, everyone else enjoyed the champagnes and wines, throughout their meal.

When the main meal was over, and before the final desserts were served, Lord Whitbred stood up and made an announcement. I have made a documentary, which I am going to edit and may present at the Cannes Film Festival, in the comedy division. I have not had a chance to add music, or upgrade the sound as of yet, but I would like your opinions on what you see here tonight. I am only showing thirty minutes of this documentary, which is nearly 14 hours long. Some scenes are graphic in nature. There is nudity and some language that may be considered offensive. Please hold your comments, until the end.

A rear screen projector was started and scenes of Paris were displayed in front of them. The camera zoomed in on an innocuous looking store with two plain looking bridal dresses and a dusty entrance. Fiona yelled, "Oh, fuck" and Lord Whitbred laughed.

From high above the room cameras zoomed in on a group of people entering the circular studio. Lead in by Suzette, everyone was very talkative and excited. Payne recognized herself and said, "Oh No." Fiona replied, "Oh yes." Reactions started around the room as more and more people recognize themselves in the video being displayed. Gracie said, "Oh shit!" 

Dycke smiled asked, "Lord Jeffrey, am I going to see my mother in an X-rated movie?"

"No, Dycke, more like RRR. The language is X, but the visuals are not."

You could hear Fiona scream as they showed her the back of the dress, and Suzette, ordering her to undress. When she did not do it and Suzette ordered her ten women to undress her, the look on Fiona's face was priceless. Everyone, especially Bob, was laughing mightily. Alvena was laughing along, with him. Hearing these tiny women order Fiona to stand straight and not to move was priceless. When she did move, and was criticized, the face she gave was more priceless than the one before it. It did not matter that she was naked, because no one cared. Everyone was looking at her face, because it was the center of attention.

When Payne was brought in to the scene, her scream was like fingernails being dragged along a chalkboard. Suzette told her women to strip her, gently, and everyone in the room laughed, because Suzette's women were like army ants. They went after clothes, voraciously. If you had them on, they wanted them off, "Now."

Payne's arms tried to protect her clothes from them, but it was no use. When she went to protect her panties, her bra was gone. When she went to protect her chest, her panties were gone. She was naked in less than thirty seconds. Just like Fiona, she was told to stand straight, and still, continuously. When she did not, she was criticized in both French and English. When she responded in both languages, the seamstresses criticized her skills, in both languages and told her to stand straight and still, again. When she did not, they stuck her with a pin, and she screamed, until she acquiesced.

Then came the fun part: "lunch." Four cameras zoomed in to catch every glance at the feast made by Fiona and Payne. When Suzette handed them their plates of quiche, oysters, and a bottle of water, the looks on their faces were magnificent. The scene went into slow motion, and everyone, at the party, laughed at both women. Even Payne and Fiona were laughing, at themselves. If looks could kill, Suzette was a dead woman. 

When the cameras resumed normal speed, it was time for everyone to laugh at Alletta, and Bacillica. Chad knew his wife was pregnant, but no one had told Piker, until this very moment. When Chad leaned over and said to him. "This picture got my wife pregnant." 

Piker yelled, "Pregnant! Bacillica, you are pregnant?"

"I guess your wife did not tell you. I am six weeks gone. He got me the night I returned from Paris."

Piker looked at Alletta.

She looked back at him and said, "No, I am not pregnant."

Piker said, "Good girl."

Dycke looked at him and said, "Do not worry about it dad. One pregnant female in your family, at a time, is going to be enough for us to handle."

Piker looked at Dycke and said, "Payne is pregnant?"

Payne yelled, "I am not pregnant."

Dycke looked at her and said, "Do you want to bet?"

Payne stopped. They had only been married two weeks. She was due for her period, in a few days. There was no way she could be pregnant. There was no way for him to know if she was pregnant. She thought to herself, "Finally, I have him. I am going to win a bet, with the unbeatable, Dycke Schneider."

"Yes, I will bet you I am not pregnant."

"Okay, what do you want for it?"

"I want my pink sports car, and I want to drive it."

"That is a hard one for me; because I have seen you drive."

"Are you afraid that you will lose?"

"No, I am afraid I would lose you, if I lose. Okay I will make you a deal. You can drive the sports car, as long as Gabby is with you."

"I agree. What do you want?"

"When I win, whenever I ask you a question, regarding men, you will say, "Yes, men are superior to women."

Payne said, "Never! I will never say that to anyone."

"Now, who was afraid they are going to lose?"

"You son of a bitch."

"Payne, how many times do I have to tell you not to speak about my mother, that way?"

Payne looked at Bacillica and said, "Mom, I am not talking about you, when I say that to him."

Bacillica smiled and said, "I know that dear."

Dycke asked, "Do we, or do we not have a bet?"

"How are we going to know who wins?"

Gracie said, "There is a store down the street that has the testing supplies. That is how we verified Fiona was pregnant."

Dycke stood up and said, "I will be right back, I will go to the store and get one."

Fiona said, "No Dycke, buy two of them. Different brands using different methods, that way it will be a fair test."

Steve stood up and said, "I will go with him to make sure he does not tamper with them."

As they were walking towards the store, Steve stopped Dycke. He said, "Dycke, I have not had a chance to thank you properly, for what you did for Cynthia and me. It was very generous and kind of you. It made Cynthia very, very happy, and that happiness meant the world to me. After what she went through last year, I was afraid that she would never smile again. The ring, and the proposal that went with it, meant the world to her. I want you to know, if I can ever do anything for you, all you have to do is ask, and I will do it."

Dycke looked at Steve, and smiled. He said, "I am going to ask you for something now, and you do not have to do it, if you do not want to do it."

Steve said, "I told you I will do anything, and if it is within my power to do it, I will do it immediately."

"Okay Steve, here goes, 'Will you be my friend?'"

Steve said, "Oh, no, not that. You had to ask for that. Do you know how hard that is going to be? I am going to have to visit your home and be nice to you. I am going to have to visit my sister, in your eighteen thousand square foot apartment, overlooking the harbor. Do you know how hard that is going to be on Cynthia and me? We will have to 'Segway' race, around you apartment. You are going to force us to go into your sauna, whirlpool, and hot tub. You are going to have a 'hot tub', right? We are going to have to sleep in a permanent guest room facing the river. We will be forced to baby sit, during those short summer vacations you and Payne are going to take, so Cynthia and I can charge you exorbitant prices for overtime, sleeping over and changing diapers. I, also, want my own personal Segway, Dycke. I will say okay, but this is going to be very hard on Cynthia and I to handle."

"Yes Steve and I know the sacrifices, you will have to live with, but that is what I am asking, and if you cannot do it, I will understand."

"Okay, let's try this, first. Let's shake hands, and if I do not die; we will go from there."

Dycke laughed as he extended his hand, and Steve took it.

Steve said, "Well, we both made it through that, so we will see what happens, from this point on, okay."

"Okay, Steve, but remember I still have the title to the Corvette. Straight A's would be nice, and I would like to see you win, at least, one race this year. After all, you will not be looking at my ass this time."

"Dycke, you are still a pain in my ass, and yes, I know, my sister says the same thing."

Dycke replied, "Let's go to the store, before they think we eloped."

When they returned from the store, Cynthia's first question was, "Did you two enjoy making out."

Steve replied, "You did not say, and I did not agree to, not fooling around with men. I looked at Dycke's ass so many times racing against him this past year; I decided to try a fling on the wild side. Dycke was very accommodating, and afterwards, we shook hands, to seal our new friendship." 

Everyone laughed. Steve had gotten the better of Cynthia, this time, and she frowned at him to show her displeasure. 

She said to him, "I will get you for that one."

Steve kissed her, and said, "That is what I was hoping you would say."

Steve handed his sister, the two small packages, and before she left for the bathroom, she said to Dycke, "I get to pick out the sports car, right."

"Any car you want, in the entire world."

"That is what I wanted to hear, loser."

"Remember, Payne, 'Men are superior to women.'"

Payne snarled at Dycke, and as she went into the bathroom, she said, "Not on this planet, nor any other planet, with intelligent life."

A rumble of laughter swept around the table.



She turned on the light, read the instructions, and urinated on both test strips.

Several minutes later, Payne walked out of the bathroom, and as she approached the table, all eyes turned towards her.

She looked straight at Dycke, threw both test strips at him, and yelled,

"I HATE YOU DYCKE SCHNEIDER!"





Having Fun with Dycke and Payne



At the 4000-meter mark, Dycke wanted the leader, Steve Temple, to see him during the next turn, before he started to close the gap. So he waited. When he saw Temple turn his head, Dycke thought he saw a smile on his face. "That's all for you" Dycke thought to himself and he quickened his pace by half again. When Temple breezed around the next turn, he looked at the spot where he thought Dycke should be, but Dycke wasn't there and there was a group of three runners 40-meters behind him. He thought Dycke had fallen back into that group. He knew now he was in the clear but at the 4500-meter mark he wanted to make sure, so he drifted out from lane one into lane three and looked over his left shoulder. Again, all he saw was the same group of three runners and now they were further behind then before. As he came around the second to last turn, he drifted back into lane one and slowed his pace slightly. Out of the blue came a voice that said "Were you looking for me?" as it flew by him like a streak of lightning. By the time Steve got over his shock and picked up his pace to full speed the race was over and Dycke had won by 30 meters. 

Temple was pissed. How could he have known anyone was that far outside of him. He had not heard a thing. He walked off the track after shaking Dycke's hand and saying "I'll get you for that." Unfortunately for Steve, he came in second twice again, to Dycke, during the meet. He lost to Dycke in the mile by 1.4 seconds and by 30 meters in the cross country because he slipped on a tree root and fell, while he was in the lead. 

Steve swore he would get even with Dycke one day and set his sights on the possibility of a college rematch. All he had to do now, was to find out what college that punk was going to and he would go to a college in the same conference.

4. Payne: What goes around comes around!

Payne had grown up being called all sorts of names by other children: Dog Face! Pit Bull! Scar Face! You name it, she had heard it before and would more than likely hear it again. Her parents had hoped that if they lived in the same area and Payne grew up with a small group of friends, over the years all the lurid remarks would stop and those bonds of friendship would form based on personality rather than about Payne's outward appearance. They were wrong! People are cruel. Kids are crueler. Kids will dig at an open wound until it not only bleeds, but until they see bone. Payne had some erstwhile friends while she was growing up. They would play with her when they had nothing else to do. They would always play with her when it was cold outside, because she was the only girl whose father put in a solar-hearted swimming pool. To her parents, it looked like Payne had a few friends that had made the transition they had hoped for. Things took a radical turn for the worst when Payne and her friends entered their junior year of high school.

Now, Payne's sometime friends had their driver's licenses and more freedom then ever before. Boys became the subject of every conversation, and Payne could not add to the discussion because no boy would look at her face unless it was absolutely necessary, much less talk to her outside class. Her friends now had boyfriends and no longer had time for Payne. She felt lonely and alone. She saw them every so often but they were always on the arm of one boy or another. As the school year moved on, she heard the name of Cynthia Morgan, one of her now distant friends, being talked about by a group of boys as having been part of a gang bang. What she heard disgusted her and she hoped it wasn't true. Payne decided she would talk to Cynthia, as soon as she could, because of the friendship they once shared. 

Payne had a Debate Team meeting, after school Friday, which would last until eight o'clock. Steve's parents never got home on Friday before seven o'clock. When he left school, he took his girlfriend, Kelly, home with him for a lot of fun and games. He liked Kelly and she liked him and both knew that this was going to be a short term relationship built solely on sex. Otherwise, they were totally incompatible. Kelly was drawn to Steve for two reasons: He had very long fingers and a very long tongue. Kelly knew that Steve understood how to use both of those extremely well and she would be ecstatic if he knew how to use what was between his thighs that well, also.

Steve was drawn to Kelly for her obvious attributes. Her chest was huge, her ass was tight, her lips were delicious and she fucked like a mink. 

When you put these two people together in a bed together, it is like a lightning strike hitting a parched prairie and watch the flames spontaneously ignite. With hours on their side, today was going to be one of those days.

These two kids did not believe in fooling around with clothing. As soon as the front door of Steve's house was closed, the clothes started coming off. By the time they reached Steve's room, they were both naked and ready to go. Steve immediately dove between Kelly's thighs and licked and bit her clit. She screamed in delight as her head went back and her legs trapped his head where it was. Steve went after her pussy with a vengeance. His tongue seems to be everywhere and anywhere, Kelly thought. She felt his fingers probe inside her looking on the roof of her tunnel for that rough spot that drove her wild. "That's it," she said out loud "right there!" 

Steve knew what she was talking about and deliberately left that area. Kelly cried "No!" Steve went back to the spot and rubbed harder. He felt Kelly's thighs clench his head tighter. He stopped. She yelled at him "You BASTARD!" Steve went back for the third time, he inserted three fingers into her and heard her take a deep breath. When all three fingers started rubbing, ever so slowly, on Kelly's G-spot her hips starting chasing her fingers, trying to force them to move faster. Steve started moving his fingers, laterally, across Kelly's spot and she was winding up like a top. Steve knew all her signs and Kelly was on the verge of a huge orgasm and he wanted to knock her out with this one. He waited and watched till the last second as Kelly's mouth started to open to scream out her organismic cry and he bit down on her clit again. Kelly screamed and squirted all over Steve and his bed and fell silent. Steve removed Kelly's relaxed thighs from his shoulders, moved up the bed to be beside her. He started sucking and licking her breasts and kneading their flesh in his hands. Kelly's eyes fluttered open and Steve grinned at her and kissed on the mouth so she could taste herself on his lips. Kelly said to him "I've never squirted before and Mister. You are a real bastard!" Steve kissed her again and said "I've been called worse." 

The young lovers cuddled until Kelly regained her strength and then began again. Kelly swooped in on Steve's dick and told him to remember that turnabout is fair play. Twenty minutes later Steve was begging Kelly to let him come but she had a vice grip at the base of his dick, that a hair couldn't get through. Kelly had the remainder of Steve's pride securely in her mouth and was suctioning it for all she was worth. Her tongue was lubricating his skin with so much saliva that it was pouring out of her mouth. Steve was in agony when she finally let him loose and when he came it was as painful as it was relieving to finally have it come to an end. Steve would have to sue for peace with Kelly. She had won this battle. The war was not yet over. He then fell asleep. 

Steve woke up about 15 minutes later because something was happening to his dick. As his eyes opened and regained their focus he saw a large pair of breasts bouncing up and down in front of him. He moved his eyes up and saw Kelly smiling down at him. She said "I knew this would wake you up sleepy head." Steve took Kelly by her hips and held her down on him so he could feel her channels warmth completely. He rotated his hips and moved his right hand toward her vagina and started to rub on Kelly's clit. She took a deep breath and started moving again, more slowly than before, but still moving. Steve flipped her over and began to show Kelly what movement was suppose to be like.

Payne opened the front door to the house, happy to be home so early. The Debate Team meeting was cancelled because two members were absent. Payne called out to Steve that she was home but there was no reply. She went into the kitchen for some orange juice and started to go up to her room. As she reached the staircase, she noticed clothes on the floor. The shirt was Steve's but she knew he didn't wear a blouse. There were a bra, pants, underwear and shoes. Payne grinned. She was finally going to catch her brother in the act! Should she get her camera or should she get her dads video camera? She decided that the video camera would be too graphic but that her camera would do quite nicely. As she passed Steve's door on the way to her room, she froze. She had never seen anything like it before. She saw Steve pounding his cock into Kelly with what looked like hard and fast strokes, which had Kelly moaning Steve's name and egging him on to go even faster and harder. Payne watched in awe as her brother redoubled his efforts until his ass seemed to be a blur. Kelly yelled that she was cuming and Steve pulled out of her pussy and shot semen all the way from her stomach to her hair. Kelly seemed to love it because she took her hand and scooped up some of Steve's cum in her fingers and put it in her mouth and swallowed it. Kelly did this several more times and smiled. Steve dismounted Kelly and was now lapping at her cunt with his tongue.

Payne had never seen anything so thrilling or passionate in her entire life. She realized at that moment that her right hand had been rubbing her very moist pussy, vigorously. She decided to leave the two lovebirds alone, camera forgotten. Her mental pictures of the two of them together would last her a lifetime. 

When 5:30 rolled around Steve and Kelly showered together and reclaimed all their clothing. That was when he saw Payne's books on the kitchen counter. Steve said to himself "Oh shit!" He returned to his room, sorted the clothes and he and Kelly got dressed. He opened the windows in his room to get rid of the smell of sex that was in the air. He, also sprayed the hallway and his room with an air freshener. He took Kelly back to her car, at the schools parking lot and told her he would see her next week. 

On his way home, all Steve could think about was Payne. How much had she seen? How upset with Payne with him? How badly did I hurt her? He could not stand the thought of that. He reentered the house and went up to Payne's room and knocked on her door. 

Payne said "Who is it?"

Steve said "Who the fuck do you think it is at six o'clock in the evening and knocks on your door?"

Payne laughed and said"Oh it must be my stud of a brother!"

Steve laughed and realized Payne was okay. He said "Must be! Let me in and I'll give you a free lesson."

"No thanks" Payne replied. "I'm not into incest. Besides, I don't like blond men."

"Let me in anyway Payne" Steve answered.

Okay Steve, but keep your hands and that other thing away from me" Payne said as she opened the door smiling.

Steve asked "Okay, how much did you see?"

"Let met just say that my sexual knowledge has increased more than one thousand fold this afternoon." Payne said laughing

Steve groaned and said "You don't mind that I had Kelly over?"

Payne answered saying "Steve, I don't expect you to live a celibate life style if you don't want to. I've known you've been getting laid for years. Girls do talk to each other you know. Even though they don't talk to me, I still have ears, so I do know who is getting laid and by whom."

Steve said to her "Now that is some knowledge that could be very useful to me. Give me a pen and a piece of paper so I can write this down."

Payne looked at her twin incredulously and said "Fat chance, brother mine. Like you have a problem getting laid as it is, Steve. Your cell number is on every stall in the girl's bathroom."

Steve got up, kissed his sister and said thanks. He went downstairs to put the dinner his mother had prepared into the oven and set the table. It was the least he could do for his sister. The very least!

5. Old Friends?

The following week, Steve and Payne were walking toward their car at the end of the school day, when Payne saw Cynthia walking hurriedly with her head down. Payne asked Steve to hang around for a moment until she either came back or gave him a signal that he could leave. Steve asked her what was up and Payne told him that she would explain late. Payne ran over to Cynthia and said "Hello." Cynthia looked up with a terrified look on her face. Payne asked "Cynthia would you like to talk with me for a while?"

Cynthia nearly growled at and said "You too, Payne?"

Payne replied "Cynthia, I am not like the other and you know it. I have been ridiculed by you and everyone else for most of my life. I came over here to see if you needed a friend to talk to and nothing else. I didn't come over here to hurt you. From the stories I have heard, you have been hurt enough already. If you would like to just talk to a friend, I am here for you."

Cynthia dropped her books to the ground and hugged Payne. She told her that she was the only one at school to say anything nice to her since the gangbang that was actually a rape had occurred and yes she really would like to talk to her. 

Payne said to her "Why don't we go over to my house. If I tell Steve he can leave he will head straight for his girlfriend's house and we will be alone." Cynthia agreed. Payne waved to Steve and yelled that he could go. Steve was gone in seconds.

When they were settled in her room Payne said to Cynthia, "Cyn, whatever you to me in this room stays in this room forever. Understand?" 

Cynthia nodded her head, took a deep breath and began to speak: Payne, I was such a fool. Jeff knew just how stupid I was and he took total advantage of it. We were a couple when my eighteenth birthday came around. He gave me a beautiful gold necklace. He flattered me. He told me how beautiful I looked and that after we finished college, we were going to have the best marriage ever. I loved him so. He was always so proper. He never tried to feel me up. He always kissed me chastely. When we hugged, his hands never went below my waist. He was always the perfect gentleman. As my party went on, I noticed Jeff was getting cozy with a girl named Phyllis. She goes to our school and I know her but I don't know a lot about her."

Payne nodded, but she really didn't know Phyllis either. She gestured for Cynthia to continue.

"Jeff spent a lot of time around her and even danced a lot of slow dances with her. When everyone was leaving and Jeff was helping clean up, I asked him what was up with Phyllis. He took me by the hand to an area where we could talk alone. He asked me not to be angry with him. He only loved and wanted me by his side forever, but he said he would not touch me until we were married, because it wasn't right. He said he was a young man and young men have certain needs. He told me I could read about it in all the science books and magazines. Men reach their sexual peek a decade or more before a woman does and these needs have to be released. Phyllis is known to have loose morals. A lot of guys have already had sex with her and she likes it. Jeff admitted he was trying to get her telephone number so he could have her take care of his needs." I walked away from him trying to think but he came after me and hugged me to his chest. He begged me to forgive him. He said that I was angry with him that he would control his needs until we got married, regardless of how hard it would be on him. He said he would live the life of a monk in order not to lose me. When he said that, I loved him even more than I had before and I kissed him."

After Jeff went home that night, all I could think about was him having sex with Phyllis. I had never thought about premarital sex. It just never came up. Jeff was my first, really steady, boyfriend and all he talked about were love and marriage and I bought it, hook, line and sinker. Once he mentioned sex with another woman, I couldn't get it out of my mind. My mom had me on the pill. I was eighteen now. Jeff said he loved and wanted to marry me after college. I loved Jeff and wanted to marry him. Why the wait to have sex? Nearly everyone I know, at school, is having one form of sex or another, why not me? So I called Jeff and told him I wanted to speak with him, after school.

We went to Wendy's for a shake and I told him of my decision. He immediately said "No.! You will not give up your virtue because I have needs. I will wait for you forever, if I have to, but I will not bed you until we finish college and we are married." He was just so convincing. He put on such a good show. I had to beg him to take my virginity. He finally said to me "If this is what you want and it will make you happy, Okay!" "Wasn't that nice of him," Cynthia said sarcastically in hindsight?

"Jeff's parents were not going to be at home all day Sunday, so we decided that would be the day. I primped and shaved and got myself as ready as could be and went to be deflowered. He was a true gentleman. Jeff was kind, loving and wonderful. As he penetrated me for the first time and broke my Hymen, he stopped, immediately, to be sure I was all right. He waited for me to tell him to continue. If I told him not to keep going, he said he would pull out and wait for me to feel better. I could not have asked for a more considerate lover. I was his center of attention and he made me orgasm twice that first day. I was in love and in lust with Jeff now." That didn't last but the very first time. The very next available day we had sex, and he became very hard and rough. He told me he was now going to show me what real sex is like. He started doing things to me that hurt me and made me want to throw up. Jeff was laughing while I was doing that. When he started calling me "his bitch" was when I threatened to leave him. He backed down a little bit but said "Please don't do that again." When he started doing it a second time, I, again, threatened to leave him and he returned to his gentlemanly self, immediately. We went to dinner, and a movie and he even took me dancing. I thought I had straightened him out. The following Sunday is when he and two other men raped and sodomized me, for hours on end. When they let me go, I went home, I told my dad what happened and reported it to the police, immediately." 

"I thought the rape would have been the worst of it but I was wrong. Jeff was not arrested because his father had a lot of political pull. The District Attorney decided to wait until my story could be verified by DNA evidence came back from the laboratory even though the doctor at the hospital found conclusive evidence of forcible rape. She found Vaginal and anal damage and multiple types of semen in my colon. There were men's hairs on my underwear and slacks, and my blouse was torn. "How much more evidence do they want or need?"

Jeff is free and walking around school, bragging about what he did to me. He is telling everyone what a slut I am, that I took on three guys and I loved it. He told lies about me to my friends and they believed him. They are laughing at me now and calling me a whore. I'll never get my reputation back. No one will want to marry me because I am damaged goods!"

With that last outburst, Cynthia collapsed onto Payne's bed crying. Payne went over to her, stroked her hair and let her cry it out. After a while, the crying turned to sobbing and the sobbing into whimpers and finally into soft, even breathing. Cynthia had fallen into, what Payne hoped was, a quiet, peaceful sleep. She covered her friend with a quilt, closed her shades to darken her room and partially closed her door, leaving just enough light filtering in, so when her friend woke up, she would not be in total darkness. 




Having Fun with Dycke and Payne



Payne called Cynthia's home and Cynthia's mother answered the phone. She asked Payne if something was wrong because Payne and Cynthia had not been in contact for years. Payne said "No." Cynthia was at her house and had just fallen asleep and she was going to let her sleep as long as she wanted to, even overnight, if necessary, because she was mentally and physically exhausted. Payne told Mrs. Morgan, without disclosing any details, that Cynthia had revealed, to her the entire story of the rape. She told her that whenever Cynthia wants, I will be here for her as her friend. I will not abandon her, like Cynthia and my other, so-called friends, abandoned me, as we grew up. If she wants it to be I, I'm here! 

Mrs. Morgan was so thrilled that her daughter might have opened up, so completely, to someone. Her daughter had not told the entire story, beyond the rape to either her parents or the authorities. She was eighteen and refused to have her parents sit in while the police questioned her about what happened that day at Jeff's parent's home. She had not given the police a full narrative of the facts leading up to the rape, instead just giving them the facts they needed to arrest and prosecute Jeff and hopefully find the two other men that raped her. Cynthia would not even go to counseling. 

Mrs. Morgan told Payne that she appreciated what she had done for her daughter today and hoped that Cynthia had enough sense to realize what a true friend Payne was.

Alletta Temple walked in the front door of her home and found Payne sitting in the living room, which was highly unusual. She walked over to Payne, who did not hear her mother because she had her ear buds in, and tapped her on the shoulder. Payne looked up, smiled at her mom, took out her buds and gave her mother a hug and kiss. "Hi mom! How was your day?"

"Good. What's up? You're never in here" her mother said.

"My friend Cynthia is asleep in my bed. She had a terrible experience and I was able to get her to talk about it. After she finished, she broke down and cried her heart out for a long time. When she finished crying, she fell asleep on my bed. I covered her and I am going to let her sleep there until she wakes up, whenever that is?"

Alletta Temple looked at her daughter, smiled, and said "When did you get so smart?"

Payne replied "My mother keeps leaving these books and magazines all around the house, for little eyes to read!" They both laughed together.

Cynthia woke up, Thursday afternoon, to find Payne doing exercises. She said "Hello!" in an almost embarrassed tone.

Payne stopped and said "Hello, yourself. How do you feel?"

"A lot better, I think?" Cynthia replied.

Payne said "Great, because I have news that is going to make you feel fantastic!"

Cynthia said "I won the Lottery?"

"Even better than that" Payne said.

"What could be better than winning more than 86 Million Dollars?" Cynthia said.

Payne replied "That's easy. The police arrested Jeff at school this morning, during a general assembly in the auditorium, so everyone could see him being handcuffed. They arrested him for the kidnaping and rape of Cynthia Morgan." Apparently, they had been watching him and heard all his boasts about what he did to you, which added to the evidence you gave them. 

Cynthia didn't hear the last part because she was on her knees crying and screaming "I told them. I told them and they wouldn't believe me. My friends wouldn't believe meeeeeeeeee..."

End Chapter One