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Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 02

By: Prolonged_Debut10





Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 02



One of the men said, "The car by the curved has had an accident, is it yours?"

The elderly man knew it could not possibly be his, because it was in the garage. However, he stepped outside and looked anyway. He said, "No, that is not my car, should I call the police for you, and tell them the car has been in an accident?"

As a gun was pointed at his head, the gunmen said, "I do not think that will be necessary. Give me the keys to your car, and we will call it even."

The elderly man was very smart. He offered no resistance at all, he told the gunmen where the keys were, and where the money he had was also.

The gunmen put the pistol to his man's ear and said, "We know where you live. If you call the police before 8 o'clock in the morning, we will come back here, and take your part piece by piece, before we kill you."

"Sir, I will do better than that. I will not be the one that calls the police. If someone sees the accident and calls it in, they will probably give their name. It will not be mine."

"Have a good evening, sir. Sleep well."

They took his car keys, and left his money. They did not need it. They were well funded, for this operation. They also had men backing them up in different positions around the area. They had to call them and tell them what happened. They had to get out of this area, because there was no cell phone coverage, due to the mountains. Zabo had a head start, but he could not out run a radio.

The elderly man was as good as his word. He lived alone, so he called his daughter, Bernadette, and asked her to come over to his house, because some men had stolen his car. 

She asked if they had hurt him. 

He said, "No, they said they knew where I lived, and if I called the police, they would come back, and take me apart, before they killed me. So I called you instead."

"Papa, you are too funny. I will be right there. Make some coffee please. I will bring some pastries."

"Okay, I will put the coffee on."

Bernadette yelled, "Franco, wake up, someone just threatened my father, and stole his car."

Her husband walked down the stairs, putting his robe on, and said, "What idiots would threaten the father of a judge and steal his car."

Bernadette said, "The idiots that warned him if he called the police, they would take him apart, before they killed him."

"Oh, those idiots; I will call the chief and let him know. I will tell him to come in an unmarked car."

William knew there would be more people after him, than just the four he had seen near his house. He got on the motorway that led to the Gotthard tunnel, and accelerated to a comfortable 120 km/h. He was neither the fastest nor the slowest car on the roadway, so he felt comfortable that the police would not interfere with his travels. His car was equipped with a police scanner, but doubted that the Valentino's would be able to co-opt any of the local or highway police to join in this family matter. This was a matter of honor, and no outside the family was involved in those. He had to slow down when the light rain started to fall. It made the mountain roads treacherous. He was not worried about his vehicle, but you could not worry enough about the vehicles surrounding you. One out-of-control driver could cause a thirty-car accident in a matter of seconds; and this was not uncommon in this area. He had a 2 ½-hour drive to the tunnel, and Switzerland beyond it, but even with all his precautions, he was worried. He was approaching fifty-five years old, and his reaction time was not the same as it was twenty years ago. However, his brain was sharper than it ever was. Given time and access to the right type of equipment, he could cause havoc to the people that were trying to kill him. All he needed to do was live; and protect his little girl from harm. He was right, telling her not to come here. Should he go back to the U.S. and help her. Would that be a good idea; or would that put her in greater danger? They had killed his Laura. He had left her alone, and they had killed her. She was an innocent; she hurt no one, and they killed her. They are not going to do that to my baby girl. I am going to send Bruno a very detailed message that he will remember with no difficulty. I am going home; I am going to New York. I am going to protect my baby girl.

He had been staring straight ahead, while thinking, and not paying attention to the roadway behind him. A black SUV slammed into the rear of his Range Rover, causing it to slide close to the guardrail on the right side of the road. Before he could recover, it hit him again pressing his vehicle hard against it, trying to get it to roll over the rail and down the embankment. 

William downshifted and pounced on the gas and the Rover leapt straight ahead, leaving the SUV behind him. He needed distance between him and that car; at least 200 meters before he could release what was in the rear of the car. Now, they were right on his tail, and it would have no effect. The two-lane road was blocked up ahead by two tractor-trailers and traffic coming in the opposite direction was heavy. He had to make a choice, and he had to make it soon. If he slowed down, they could pull up alongside him and shoot him. He made his decision. He darted across both lanes of oncoming traffic, and onto and up a small median and 20° wall of the mountain, still at relatively high speed. Oncoming traffic swerved to keep out of this maniac's way. The black SUV was stuck behind the two trucks, and had to slow down to a crawl.

William saw a chance to cross back over, and did it, but he bumped into the side rail before he regained complete control of his car. He increased his speed and distance from his pursuers. The next time he saw them, he was ready. He pushed the button on the armrest that caused the hatchback to open just enough to allow the 4 gallons of thin oil to flow onto the highway, behind his car. He would know if it worked, shortly, as they entered an S turn in the road. He picked up speed going into it and so did the SUV following him. It was a deadly mistake. As William started the hard left of the S turn, the driver of the black SUV realized he had no traction and hit his brakes, which added insult to injury. The car spun around like a top, hit the guardrail, flipped over it, and went down the 1000-meter embankment and landed on its roof. Unlike the Hollywood movies, there was no explosion. Fortunately for the cars following William, the two slow moving trucks kept everyone moving at a safe speed. Although some lost traction, none lost control of their vehicles. The rainwater washed the light motor oil away quickly.

Surprisingly, when Bruno Valentino received word that Michael Zabo had survived the first attempt to kill him, he was not upset. He became very upset when he received a letter from Iceland, with Michael Zabo's return address on it. He opened it, and a picture of Stephano fell onto his lap. He read the letter first: Dear Bruno, Congratulations on the graduation of your son. I have done extensive research on his background, and have found that he has graduated summa cum laude from every educational facility, he has ever attended. 

I have one more facility he is going to attend and I hope he graduates with high honors again. I have hired a group of men that have served in the military. They promised me after they have finished with him; he would have learned things that many people, from many cultures, have died trying to learning. 

You killed my darling Laura, for no other reason than I loved her. Then you killed my child; because she was mine. Now it is my turn to return the favor. I am not going to kill you; that would be far too easy. I want to see you in pain. I want you to suffer the way I have been suffering, since I learned that you killed two innocent people. You cannot hide him anywhere I cannot find him. One of your most trusted people is watching him for me. 

If you had left me alone, in my solitude, this might not be happening. However, you could not let it end. Your father was a thief. He stole from his partners. It was business; it was not personal. You have made this personal. Now you must suffer a personal loss. Tuck your son into bed tonight. It may be the last night you see him. You will never sleep peacefully again. William

Bruno Valentino's chest felt like it was going to explode as he looked at the picture of Stephano. His arms hurt, his chest hurt, his head hurt and his back hurt. He called for his wife and told her to call 911. He thought he was having a heart attack. 

Stephano came running into the room and laid his father on the floor. He placed a pillow under his feet and another under his head. He saw the crumpled piece of paper on the floor, picked it up and read it. He saw the smaller piece of paper on the floor, and picked that up. It was a full-length picture of him, with no arms and no legs. He said, "Holy Shit!" He could not let anyone else see these. He folded them up, and put them both in his pocket.

Stephano looked at his father, and asked him, "Did you do this?"

"It was a matter of honor."

"His daughter was not even alive, when your father was killed."

"It did not matter, we could not kill him, and we had to kill what he loved."

"It was business, dad. You have always told me you keep business and personal apart. You made this personal. Look what you have made him do to you now. He has not started, and you are on the floor, thinking you are having a heart attack. You are having a panic attack worrying about me. William Zabo does not want you to die, trust me. He wants you to live forever. He wants you to suffer forever, because of what you did to him. Personally, I think he's right. You killed two innocent people, because you lost your temper. Now you are going to lose me. Congratulations dad."

After they took his father to the hospital, Stephano did not know what to do. He went up to his room and lay down on the bed. He had a death sentence hanging over his head, and there was no way for him to control what happened. He did not even know who William Zabo was. Someone else controlled his life. He picked up his cell phone, and then threw it back down. She would not talk to him. He had nothing to lose, he thought, I should call her and say goodbye.

The voice mail said, "Oh, it's you again. The answer still starts with an N. However, I love that my checkbook is in the black. I went to see my Foster Parents and gave them a big check and a bigger hug. They were flabbergasted. I have you to thank for that. Leave your message at the beep. Beep."

"Hi, it's me. I am calling to say goodbye. My father got a letter in the mail today from some person that he wronged a long time ago. He killed two innocent people recently, and now this person wants revenge. I am it. So this will be my last phone call. I am sorry we did not have a chance to get to know one another. Goodbye."

"Stephano where the fuck are you going?"

"I was hanging up."

"Do you always hang up when you have something interesting to say?"

"Dying is something interesting?"

"Can you think of anything more important than dying?"

"Falling in love, getting married, having children, living a long and happy life together; should I keep going?"

"That all depends if you are serious or not?"

"I will never have an opportunity to find out. When my father read that letter, he thought he was having a heart attack. If he thought that, he knows this person is as serious as a heart attack. In other words, Patricia, I am a dead man."

"Bring the letter to the FBI, and asked them to put you in witness protection."

"Who am I going to be a witness against?"

"Good question, how about your father; would he go to jail to save your life?"

"I would not send him to jail to save my life."

"That is not what I asked you, dummy. I asked you, "Would your father go to jail to save your life?"

"I cannot answer that question, because I do not honestly know."

"You are full of shit. Your father thought you were going to get killed, and he nearly had a heart attack. If he thought for a second he could save your life, he would dance naked on the top of the World Trade Center to do it."

"I will not ask him to do that for me."

"What is your address; I will come over and ask him for you?"

"He is not here, he is at the hospital."

"What is your address I will come over anyhow?"

"You do not know where I live?"

"No, I do not. That would have been an invasion of your privacy. I do not do that to people. Only people, with no conscience, do that to other people. Do I make myself clear Stephano?"

"Yes dear."

"I am not your dear. I am Patricia, or I am Miss Gallina, I am not your dear."

He gave her his address and said, "I will see you soon, my love." 

"I am not your (click)" That son of a bitch hung up on me. 

"People are you listening?"

"Click, Click."

"This may work out better than I had originally thought. I know who is after Valentino's son. I can make that work to our advantage. I have to meet my 'Foster Parents' face-to-face tomorrow. I think the print shop should call me, and tell me their computer went down."

"Click, Click." 

When she walked in his front door, Stephano smiled at her.

"Don't you dare smile at me, you obnoxious sonofabitch. You hung up on me. You call me, my dear, and you have no right to say that to me. You are the most spoiled child I have ever met. You rich kids think you own everyone, but mister, you do not own me."

"You look so pretty when you are angry."

"Do not give me that shit, Stephano, it will be the last time you see me."

"You mean I will get to see you more than I have seen you already."

"Do not press your luck; I will hit you with my computer. It is more lethal than my third degree black belt."

"I am bigger than you are Patricia. I could hold you down and have my way with you."

"Go ahead, big man; I would love to put you away for twenty years. You know how they treat rapists in prison. A pretty boy like you might last two or three years as someone's pet. It will also keep you away from this man, who was the death sentence hanging over your head."

"You sure do have a way to make a man feel better, Patricia."

"Who said I came here to make you feel better? Let me see the letter and the picture."

She read the letter and looked at the picture, and handed them back to him.

"Why did you come here, Patricia?"

"Stephano, you have the attention span of a goldfish. I asked you if your father would go to jail to save your life. You said you did not know. Do you recall that conversation?"

"Now that you mention it, yes, I do. I will not ask my father to go to jail to save me."

"I swear, Stephano for a college educated man, the English language escapes you. Listen closely, because I asked you, 'Would your father go to jail to save your life.' You said you did not know. I said bullshit. Does any of this ring a bell now?"

"You are so cute when you get angry. Yes, I remember it all; I just wanted to see if you did."

"Stephano, I have photographic memory. I can tell you the amount of peas that were on my plate six months ago. Do not play games with me. You are going to have to ask your father that question, before this man gets to you. Otherwise, he will send you back to him in little pieces, to torment him for the rest of his life."

"I know, however, the thought of my father, spending the rest of his life in prison does not sit well with me."

"Your father has acknowledged the murder of at least two people, and more than likely many more. He is involved in drugs; prostitution, and who knows what else. He is not the nicest man on this planet. He may be one of the worst. If you had a choice, you would not be involved with him, and his businesses. You know that as well, as I do. You would rather be any place else than where you are now. You have to give him this option; or you are as good as dead."

"Have you always been this smart; or did it come to you as you became a pain in the ass?"

"No, I became a pain in the ass first, and then I became smart. I am going home now. I have said what I needed to say, the rest is up to you."

Stephano asked, "Can a dead man get a kiss goodbye?"

"So, you are playing the sympathy card."

"I will play any card I can get to get a kiss from you."

"Okay, a quick one; and no tongue."

Stephano moved in, took her into his arms, and kissed her. Wide eyed, he said, "You kissed me back."

"I most certainly did not."

"Oh yes, you did. You could not fake that, and I bet your pussy is wet."

"I did not kiss you back, and my vagina, most certainly, is not wet."

"Can I touch it, to be sure of that?"

"It will be a snowing in hell, before you get to touch that area of my body."

"You still kissed me back, and there is no denying it. You felt it, and it meant something to you. Did I break the ice with you, 'Ice Queen'?"

"You just started another Ice Age, with your mouth, Stephano."

"You admitted it! You did feel something."

"So what, that is the last kiss you are getting from me, until the continents return to Pangaea."

"So there is hope for me yet, Patricia. All I need is a little time."

"If you consider eons a little time, you go for it."

"So all it will take is a little time; and a lot of patience."

"Stephano, would you please call a taxi for me; before I am the one that kills you."

"It will cost you one more kiss, for me to call a taxi for you."

"Go fuck yourself; I will use my cell phone."

"You are a spoiled sport. I will call a taxi for you."

Twenty minutes later a taxi pulled up in front of the house and beeped its horn.

Patricia said, "Remember what I said, goldfish, otherwise you can kiss your ass goodbye."

"I will speak to my father, when he gets home from the hospital. I will walk you to the taxi, and get you safely on your way."

"I have 2 feet; I think I can walk there by myself."

"What kind of gentlemen would I be if I allowed a lady to go out in the dark of night, unescorted?"

"Stephano, you would be a desperate man, trying valiantly, but in vain, to get another kiss, from an unwilling maiden."

"She is a mind reader, and a pain in the ass, with a photographic memory. What a combination."

He opened the door to the back of the taxi, and allowed her to get in. He was in the process of saying goodbye, when three men grabbed him, and covered his head, with a bag. As he struggled to free himself, the last thing he heard, before a needle was stuck into his neck, was an anguished cry from Patricia yelling, "Stephano, no, please, no."

The following morning, in the business section of the New York Times, there was a personal advertisement that read, "Papa, please contact me at laura_P@buffalo_turnaround.com. Instructions are included on the site. Love your estranged daughter."

Patricia knew her father always read the financial news. When her mother talked about him, she always spoke in glowing terms about his love for numbers and studying what was going on in the financial sections of every newspaper. The Times was the first newspaper she could get an advertisement in, and she hoped to get a response from her father, quickly. She knew her message was cryptic, but she also knew that it would peak his interest. She was right.

William was not staying in a suite of rooms as he normally did. He was staying at a moderately priced hotel near the Newark airport. He was reading the Sunday Times, when he saw the message, and the thing that got to him was the term, "buffalo turnaround." Why would anyone use that term with Laura P in front of it. He opened his computer, and put in the web address and was shocked to see that the home page was a picture of the Glenn Falls house. He continued to read. "Now you know who I am; now you must prove who you are. Your user ID is what you always told my mother you were when she asked you this question, 'What do you do for a living?' If you do not know that answer, you can leave the page now, because you are not who you say you are. My mother also told me something very funny, about a recipe that she came up with. I never laughed louder, or longer than that in my entire life. She said, 'It is tangy, a little salty, but with a little oregano, olive oil, butter, and garlic, you could...' You should know the last word to this sentence. That is your password. Your instructions are inside."




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 02



William laughed when he read that portion of the instructions. Mother and daughter must have had a very close relationship to be able to discuss something that intimate. He could not have been happier for them. He typed in 'mathematician' as his user id. Then he typed in 'linguine' as his password. He could not believe he did that.

The page opened, and he saw his daughter for the first time. She said, "Hello Papa, I wish this could be in person, but for right now, this is safer for both of us. I could not allow you to commit a crime. I do not want you to be in jail, before we have a chance to get to know one another. My mother told me what a wonderful person you were, and are. I will not let that change. Please hide yourself the best you can. Believe me when I say everything is under control. I am working with the authorities, and soon, possibly very soon, many of the heads five families will be in jail, or running for cover. I cannot tell you how I know, because that would put you in greater danger, because of the letter you sent to Don Bruno. This site will go down, until 6 PM next Sunday. Look for it then, and I will have further instructions for you. Please stay safe. I love you, and so did my mother. Patricia.

He could not close the page. He kept looking at the picture of his daughter. He was looking at a compilation of Laura and himself. Laura's beautiful face stared back at him, while Patricia had his skin coloring and hair. My God, she was beautiful. He would do as she asked, he would hide. Where could he go; where could you hide in this country, where no one would recognize you, and be safe. The FBI always had people in the witness protection program hide plan in Arizona or New Mexico. He would go to Arizona, because it had more mountains to hide in. However, where in Arizona was the question. He Goggled up a map of the state, and realized there was only one major airport to fly into, and out of, "Phoenix." Where would you go from there? There were only three major roadways into and out of that area; and all three-escape routes could be easily covered, because the escape routes to the south, east, and west were through flat desert country. Interstate 17 to the North took you into the rugged mountain country towards Flagstaff and the Grand Canyon area. The smaller state roads took you through mountainous areas, much like those by his home in Italy. They had steep fall-offs and low speed limits. 

As he read a larger scaled portion of the map, he decided it would not be prudent to try to hide in the city of Phoenix. He decided to try to disappear in a tourist destination. Would it be Scottsdale, Sedona, or the Grand Canyon area? Scottsdale was very close to the Phoenix airport and he could hide in the suburbs, if he had to. It was a good option, but not optimal. 

Sedona was better, but the ingress and egress were still a problem. The tourist mecca was in the middle of nowhere. It had plenty of mountainous terrain, and state parks to get lost in. It was a mecca for Buddhist on religious retreats. Large sanctuaries and statues to the God were abundant in the area, and many times during the year, hotel rooms were impossible to get. 

People from many faiths, or none at all, went to the "Enchanted Areas of the Navajo Indians," where they believed Vortexes could cleanse their bodies, minds, and souls of the physical pollution, and mental excesses of the outside world. The town, itself, was filled with these excesses, but no one seemed to mind them. It was, also, a mecca for the rich and famous, whose homes were built on a grand scale. The very rich, and powerful, also built a private airport, so they could fly into town, on their private jets. Regular folks were not allowed to land their aircraft there.

Flagstaff, and the Grand Canyon area were great options, but the problem was egress. There were only two ways in, and two ways out. One way was to Las Vegas and that was not an option. The other way was back towards Flagstaff; and US 17, using the fabled old Route 66. From there Interstate 17 only went south; a four-lane state road continued north through the mountains. Interstate 40 went East past Winslow, and the meteor crater, to Albuquerque, New Mexico, 324 miles away. You had to be careful not to run out of fuel, or get a flat tire, because help was a long distance away in either direction. Going West on Interstate 40 you had the same problem. You could go all the way to San Diego, but your first major stop on the way, was in Barstow, California, 355 miles away, across mountains and deserts. If fate was not on your side going west, you were in big trouble, again. 

William Zabo was not looking for trouble; he was looking for anonymity. He decided to become a Buddhist. He made a reservation at the Enchanted Resort and Spa, in Sedona. He asked for his bungalow to be at the very top of the resort, which was built into the side of a mountain. If he saw trouble coming, he could get lost in the mountains, directly behind his rooms. His only limitations were the amount of water, and food he would be able to carry, while he was in the backcountry. He would need camping equipment, hiking boots and warm weather gear; just like at home, in Italy. 

He also needed a car, and he was partial to his Range Rover. He called ahead to a dealership, and asked them what they had in a used two, or three-year-old Rover. They told him what they had and gave him a price on each. He did not haggle with them. He told him he wanted it completely tuned and checked out, from insignia to tailpipe, before he got there. He wired them a deposit, and told manager, if there were anything wrong with the car, when he picked it up, he would own the dealership by the end of the month. He had no idea that Sedona was only 19 miles from Cottonwood. He had no idea that Cottonwood had any significance in his plans. He did not even make note of it, on the Google map. He did not realize how wrong he was.

8. The Package 

Alan Robbins was in the middle of getting laid, again, when his cell- phone rang. It was the sergeant. "Where are you Alan?"

"I am at Susan Knight's place, taking a riding lesson."

"Well, get out of the saddle, and get over here. I have a package for you from FBI headquarters, and it is marked urgent. Tell Susan I am sorry."

Allen said, "Fuck!"

Susan laughed and said, "That is what we were doing."

"Not anymore, babe, I have a package, from the Bureau, waiting for me at the Public Safety Building, and it is marked urgent. The Bureau wants me to do something, and if they want me to do it; it is either illegal, immoral, or they could not get anyone else to do it. I am low man on the totem pole, and shit rolls downhill." 

"Will you be coming back?"

"Wild horses could not keep me away."

"I do not have any wild horses."

"Okay, tame horses could not keep me away."

"That is much better, Alan, I like that much better."

"Keep my side of the bed warm for me, please."

"I will try, but it will not be the same, without you here."

"I swear, Susan, I will be back." He kissed her, took a quick shower, and dressed as he ran to his Dodge.

When he arrived at the Public Safety building, the sergeant came out and threw the package at him. He said, "How was today's riding lesson?"

Alan laughed and replied, "Very bumpy, but my mount was extremely excitable."

The sergeant laughed at the delicate way Alan circumvented answer him. "I would not open that package here, if I were you. There are too many eyes that would die to have a peek at what is inside it; including mine."

He walked around the block to his home away from home, and opened the file. His first reaction was, "Holy Shit, what could they be asking me to do now?" Emblazoned on the interior envelope was, 

"For Your Eyes Only; Burn after Reading." 

He opened the second envelope:

FROM THE DESK OF THE DIRECTOR

To: Special Agent Alan Robbins

File: Top Secret

Expect a package to be delivered at the Prescott Airport, no later than 0100 hours, Thursday next. All items necessary, will be delivered. Follow GPS coordinates exactly, we need package intact. The Bureau will not acknowledge any involvement with your actions. If you are caught with this package, you will be charged with involvement in a criminal activity. The Bureau will deny any knowledge of your activities. 

We will help in your defense, due to mental defect caused by your last assignment and divorce. Do not get caught; this is of the highest priority. Defend package at the cost of your life, if necessary. Leave package, only to obtain food, water and other supplies.

Michael Free - Director

Alan reread the letter and thought, "Do I keep this letter as a get out of jail free card, or do I follow orders, and burn it? What kind of question is that Alan? You fucked up big time, and they kept you on, because you were good at your job. They want you back. If you fuck up this time, you are out of the Bureau for life?"

He picked up the large envelope and put everything else inside it. He brought it over to the gas stove, and lit the envelope, until it was an inferno. He dropped it in to a trashcan and watched, until everything had turned into cinders. He brought it into the bathroom and flushed the remnants down the toilet, until all of the evidence was gone. He cleaned out the basket, leaving no trace evidence at all. 

He cleaned out the Dodge, not knowing how much room the package would take up, and what ancillary items might go with it. He had the oil changed, transmission checked, and the four-wheel-drive looked over. Everything was in working order. All he had to do now was worry. He had 3 days to do that. He went back to Susan, and loved her as best he could.

Susan knew something was different, but she did not pry. They rode their horses, during the morning hours; and each other for the rest of the day.

At lunch, on Wednesday, Alan told her he might not see her for some time, but he could not explain to her the reason why. It was business, and not another woman. He would contact her, when he was able, and he would see her as soon as humanly possible. He did one more thing before he left. He said, "Susan, some people may try to coerce you into telling them where I am, because they will know of our relationship. I need to give you a code word to alert me to the fact that you are in trouble. If I call you, and you are fine say, "Hello Alan." If you are in trouble, or people are listening in to the phone call say, "Hello, my love." I will know the difference, and I will try to get help to you as soon as possible. Do you understand what I am asking you to do?"

"Yes, Alan, I understand completely."

"You can tell them, when I left here, I went to Prescott to pick up a package, and that is the only thing that you know. I did not say anything else, except goodbye."

"Thank you, Alan; I know you cannot say that you love me, because of what has happened to you in the past. However, in the short time I have known you; I know in my heart that I love you more than any other man I have ever met."

"Susan, I will talk to you about that, when this thing is over. Goodbye, babe; I will see you, when I see you"

Alan called Jeff's cell phone to see if his new computers were in.

Jeff asked, "Where the hell have you been? No one has seen hide or hair of you for 10 days."

"Very funny Jeff; you set me up, and you know it. Riding lessons hell, you did not tell me what I would be riding."

"Hell of a ride isn't she Alan?"

"Yes, she is Jeff, and before I left today, she said those 3 little words."

"Oh shit, I did not see that coming. You must have made quite an impression on her. She hasn't been with many men, since her husband went to jail, and she is very picky."

"Should I shoot you now, or wait until after I pick up my computers."

"Either way, I will be dead. Come and get them, they are ready for you. Since I did not hear from you, I put antivirus software in them, and I think you will like the price."

"Okay, Jeff, I will let you live another day. I will be there in 20 minutes." 

As promised his laptop, with the extra batteries, were ready to go. Alan told Jeff, to keep the tower in the store, because he would not be in his house for some time. He wrote out a check, got in the Dodge, and filled it up with fuel. When night fell, he headed for Prescott.

At 0110 a.m., a twin-engine Boeing 717 landed Prescott airport, with its lights out. It taxied to the furthest edge of the runway and waited for the Dodge Ram to join it. When Alan backed the car up to the stairs, six men carried the package down, put it in the back seat, and strapped it in. One of the men handed Alan a GPS device, and told him not to lose it. He told him they had one more package, and they were going to put in the back.

Alan thought, "What the fuck is this?"

It took all six men to wrestle the trunk into the back of the Ram, and when it was in, the back of the truck lowered by 4 inches.

"What the hell is in that thing?"

One of the man yelled, "Go!"

Alan left the airport property, and the GPS told him to turn north on Alternate 89A. As he hit a dark stretch of road, two miles from the airport, he stopped, went around to the back of the truck, and uncovered his license plate. He got back in, and continued his journey.

No sooner had the Dodge pulled away from the jet; the pilot called the control tower, and said, "Special flight 1 ready for takeoff."

"Special flight 1, winds calm, altimeter 3001, cleared for takeoff."

"Roger, rolling." The unlit Boeing 717 lifted off and disappeared into the night sky.

The supervisor took the control strip into his hand, and destroyed it. He looked at the controller and said, "Isn't it a shame we do not have any air traffic at night? 

He went down to the maintenance room, and wrote down the exact number on the tape recorder. He erased everything going back two hours. He looked at his watch to see the elapsed time, and added it to number that he had taken from the tape recorder. He hit the record button, wiped down everything he had touched, and went home. He had not been on duty that night. There was no air traffic; and the tapes would prove it. 

Alan kept looking at the GPS waiting for it to say something. It glowed: North S.R Alternate 89A. He passed Jerome and Cottonwood, and continued on, until he started to see signs for Sedona. There were signs that reduced his speed to 25 and 30 miles an hour, because of steep road gradients, switchbacks, lack of guard rails and cliffs off to his right, which meant sudden-death if you did not pay attention to the road. About nine miles south of Sedona, the GPS came alive and said, "Slow, hard right turn 1000 feet ahead."

Alan could not see a thing, except black pavement ahead. He reduced his speed to 10 mph and put his bright lights on. He looked at his odometer and tried to gauge how far he had traveled. The GPS came on and said, "Slow, hard right turn, 200 feet ahead."

Alan still could not see a thing. He slowed to a crawl. He kept looking to his right. It was a relatively steep shoulder. He stopped the truck on the roadway and put it into four-wheel-drive. He crawled further ahead, until the GPS said, repeatedly, "Right turn, now. Right turn, now. Right turn, now."

Alan held his breath and made the hard right turn onto the shoulder, and down the steep decline. As his lights steadied on the ground ahead, he saw a trail down through the rocky terrain. He wondered if it was wide enough for the Dodge to fit through, without scratching both sides. It was, but it banged the right side mirror.

The GPS came on again and said, "Slow, follow trail 3 miles, expect left turn, into canyon road."

Alan thought, "This sounds like a lot of fun."

He was driving very slowly, watching his odometer click by, when he heard a moan in the back seat. 

"I do not need you to wake up right now, Mister Package. Do not make me hit you over the head, please."

The GPS came alive. "Slow, left turn, 200 feet. Steep gradient ahead."

"Oh shit, I forgot to have the brakes checked."

He downshifted into second gear, and as he crested the hill, the GPS did not lie. The gradient was steeper than any Hill in San Francisco. He downshifted into first gear, and let the transmission bear the brunt of the descent. As he tried to gauge the depth of the descent into the canyon, he thought it was at least 800 yards, but at night, your depth perception could be way off. All he wanted to do was stay on course and not fall off either side. As he reached the bottom, the GPS said, "Right turn, follow trail, 6 miles southwest." 

He continued, following directions for the next hour, realizing that if the battery in the GPS died, he would have no idea how to get out of wherever he was. As far as he knew, he was in a big hole in the ground, and he hoped it did not rain.

The GPS came alive again. "Stop, dead end ahead. Natural cave left side, 300 feet deep. Back truck in as far as it will go. Follow directions taped to package. Turn GPS off, now."

Alan spoke to GPS as if it was human. "That is the best piece of advice you have given me all night."

Alan put the truck into reverse, and backed it in to the cave, as slowly as he could. It was not straight, by any means. It meandered left and right; high and low. At one point, it made a 60° turn to the left. As the nose of the truck, cleared the point where it could be seen from the outside, he decided it was time to stop. He walked to the front of the cave to verify no one could see the truck. It was a perfect hiding place. Someone had done a lot of research to find this 'hole in the wall.' He reached into the back seat, pulled the envelope off the package, and opened his instructions. It was another "Holy Shit" moment. Was this going to be medieval torture? Chains, a neck collar, hobbling chains, and makeup. Who the fuck was he dealing with: Hannibal Lecter?"

He followed the protocol as listed in his instructions. He took out 'The Package', and laid him on the floor. He took off the man's shoes, put on the hobbling chains, and bolted them around his ankles. He unpacked him, and found the young man handcuffed around his back, tape across his mouth; and a blindfold over his eyes. Alan had no idea who this sucker was, and at this moment, he did not care. He had a job to do, and he was going to see it through. He pulled the enormous chest out of the back of the truck; being careful it did not hit any of his extremities. When it landed on the ground, it felt like a small earthquake had occurred in the cave. He opened the two clasps and found an assortment of torture devices and weapons. The protocol called for him to start assembling the chains. He took the small sledgehammer, the 6-inch U-shaped spikes, and the chain and began hammering the assembly into the wall of the cave.

He attached the metal collar around the man's neck and bolted it. He slid the chain through the double links and ran the chain 20 feet from the other position, and pounded it into the wall of the cave. This man was going nowhere fast. He assembled the chemical toilet and placed it inside the perimeter of the chains.

He removed all the tools, and put them back into the truck. Then he started doing the craziest part of his instructions. Inside the chained area, he put an M-16 rifle with 10 extra magazines of ammunition; a bushmaster knife, a bulletproof vest, and a helmet. The director had to be losing his mind; he was sure of it. 

He walked into the deepest recesses of the cave and found the supplies he was told would be there. He took a 5-gallon jug of water and put it within the circle. Then they were in MRE's, fresh fruit, and an assortment of reading material. Club Med, without girls and swimming pools, he thought. The large cooler with chemical ice was a nice touch, also.




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 02



He took the rest of the armaments, and put them on the rear deck of the truck. Then he moved the heavy trunk into position on the inside of the circle. The last thing he did was inflate the mattress, inflatable pillow, linens, and a blanket on top of it, inside the circle. If this was a prison, Alan wanted in. Of course, it would be nice if Susan with him.

It was now time to wake sleeping beauty up. Alan took the handcuffs off the man, and removed his blindfold. The next part would hurt, but he had to pull the Duct Tape off his mouth. He did it swiftly to get the agony over with, quickly

Stephano's eyes opened wide as the pain, jolted his brain awake.

Alan said, "Do not try to move. Let me help you sit up and I will give you some Gatorade to help balance your electrolytes. After that you can assess your situation, and then we will talk about it. Do you understand?"

Stephano nodded his head and said, "Yes, I do."

Alan handed him a large, unopened bottle of Gatorade, and Stephano drank it. As he did, he looked at his feet, felt around his neck and pulled on the chains. He asked, "Are you, William Zabo?"

"No I am not. You can call me Alpha. I am the first one, you will meet. We will all go by letters. Bravo, Charlie, Delta, Echo, and so forth. What happens to you in the next few weeks depends totally on your father. We have a lot of experience convincing people to do what we want them to do. We are not sadists, but things that need to be done, get done. If we have to remove an arm, we've remove an arm. It is not done, while you are awake. I am an anesthesiologist that is why I am Alpha. Delta is a doctor, a surgeon who will treat you properly. If we have to operate on you, it will be done in a sterile atmosphere. It will not be done here. Your father will receive that limb to show him that we are not fooling around. There is only one thing he can do to keep you from being mutilated. He must turn state's evidence against the heads of the five families. He must also acknowledge his culpability in the murder of her Laura Garrett. He killed someone that did not deserve to be killed. Why would he kill a woman that did him no harm? It would be like me walking up to your mother, and shooting her in cold blood. I do not know the woman, I have never met her. However, because of a man who did the honorable thing, and informed the other members of a conglomerate that someone was stealing from them; your father ordered the murder of innocent people. If you were in Mister Zabo's shoes, what would you do?"

"I have already told my father that he was wrong. I have told him that it was business, and you never mix business with personal matters. I told him, Mister Zabo is correct."

"You, Stephano, are an honorable man. It is a shame that your father is not, and you must suffer because of it. This is the way things are going to work. You will notice against the wall. There is in M-16 rifle with 10 extra magazines. There is also a knife. If I have to leave you for a protracted period of time to get supplies, those are for your self-protection. Before you think of pointing the weapon at me and saying that you were going to kill me, unless I help you get out of the chains, look at how the chains are assembled. They are bolted together. I would need a ratchet and vise grips to get them off. You will notice that neither of those tools is near-by. If you kill me, you will die of starvation and/or dehydration. In the back of the cave, there are enough foodstuffs, and water for one week. After 5 days, I will leave to get more. I will put the remaining 2 days inside the circle, for you to eat. I must leave after dark, and return after dark. It is a terrifying trip. We are in the middle of nowhere, for a reason. If your father decides to cooperate, many of his former allies will turn against him, and against you. If they find out that I have you here, they will try to find you, and kill you. If they succeed, your father will have two options: testify, or not to testify. We do not want him to have that option. We want him to testify. 

There is only one way in to this cave, and only one way out. The truck will offer us some protection; the trunk will offer you more. My life is expendable, yours is not. Wear your vest at all times, while I am not here. Make as little noise as possible. At night keep the lights low, or off, because creatures will wonder what is glowing? Night vision goggles will also pick it up. Sleep during the day, and stay awake during the night. I will be gone for one-night, and for one day. I will not walk in; if you hear steps coming into the cave, prepare to defend yourself. Do not call out, just wait until someone turns that corner, and squeeze the trigger and take him down. Now that I think of it, have you ever used a rifle?"

"No, but I have used the handgun."

"Good, just remember to take the safety off, and there are 30 rounds, and each clip. Are you hungry?"

"I feel like I have not eaten in a week."

"Start with the fresh fruit, because it will decay first. Then there are the MRE's. They will give you the necessary calories, if you do not lose your appetite first. Water and Gatorade is plentiful. The chemical toilet works well, and I will service it every few days."

"There is one more thing, and you may not like it, but it may have to be done. If your father vacillates about helping us put the other members of the five families in jail, we may have to convince him by showing him pictures of you severely beaten, and in the process of being tortured. You have two choices: you can help us by acting the part, or we will do it for real. If you would take my advice, I would go with choice number one. I can show you a clip of choice number 2, if you wish, but it is not pretty, and it is another way of losing your appetite. We also have another way of making you cooperate with us. We understand that you are infatuated with a young woman named Patricia. We can bring her here; and slowly but surely change what she looks like, until no man will ever want to look at her, again. We are sure you do not want this to happen to her."

"It would make you just like my father; you would harm an innocent person, just to make him do what you want."

"No, you are wrong, Stephano. We would be convincing you to take part in making your father do what is needed to bring murderers, drug dealers, racketeers, and slave traders to justice. It will be you that forces us to bring Miss Gallina into this sordid affair. Mister Zabo believes taking her virginity in front of you is all that will be required to bring you to your senses. However, if more is required, a gang rape should surely bring you to your senses. If that doesn't do it, she will know that all the talks you had with her; about love, marriage, and children was just talk. It was a way for you to get into her pants nothing more. She will not care what happens to her, after that. She will not look at another man again for the rest of her life. That will be on your head, and no one else's, Stephano. You think about that, while all the pieces are being put into place."

"Oh, one more thing, your father is home from the hospital. It was not a heart attack. He is fine. All his tests came back within normal range. You Italians have a saying, 'You should live 100 years.' It looks like he is going to; however, are you?"

She sat in his living room, very quietly, waiting for him to appear. She kept her head down, and her hands folded in her lap. To anyone looking at her, she looked upset and frightened. When Don Valentino walked into the room, her eyes were glassy. She stood and walked over to him, and grasped his hands, "Don Valentino, I did not know what to do. There was no one here to help me, so I waited until someone came home. Stephano told me about the man who threatened his life. I am just praying that this is a kidnapping for ransom. I hope I did not do the wrong thing."

"Patricia, you did exactly the right thing. Calling the police would have been a mistake. It would have involved all the wrong people and given this man all the publicity he wanted. The longer I can keep this quiet, the more I can negotiate with Mister Zabo, and get my son home."

"If he was not so hardheaded, he would be safe here at home now. I told him I could walk to the taxi by myself, but he wanted to try for another kiss, and insisted on walking me out to the car. They took him while he was distracted, talking to me. The next time I see him, I am going to hit him so hard, I am going to make sure his brain works properly."

"Patricia, did I hear you say that my son was trying for 'another kiss?'"

She blushed. "Yes, Don Valentino, he used the sympathy card to get the first one from me, and don't tell him, but it was very nice. However, he was trying for another kiss, and I was not prepared to go that far so soon. When I got into the cab, one man put a bag over his head, while two men grabbed his arms. Then they injected him with something, and he stopped fighting instantly."

He asked, "So when they took him away, they had not harmed him, at all."

"No Sir; they did not hurt him, they dragged him to a car about 50 feet in front of your house, pulled him inside, and left."

"What about the taxi driver?"

"When I got out of the taxi, I gave him $50. I told him if he said anything about what he had seen; he would be unemployed, for the rest of his life. He thanked me for the tip, and left."

"Patricia, you have a hidden strength in you many of my men cannot match."

"Thank you, sir, but would you tell my feet to stop shaking."

Don Valentino took her by the shoulder, and said, "Come, let's have some coffee, and see if we can find a way to contact Michael Zabo."

9. Phoenix (Or the only way to fly!)

Michael Zabo could not believe the difference in himself. While he was in Chicago, waiting for his connecting flight to Phoenix, he decided to have his haircut. However, the men's facility was filled to overflowing with executives, both senior and junior, waiting to have their haircut. He walked around, and found a woman's salon that was practically empty. He walked in and asked if they cut men's hair also. The woman said, "Absolutely sir, come right in." 

While they were talking, and getting him prepared for his haircut, she said to him, "You have such a wonderful head of hair, sir. It is a shame you went prematurely gray."

He was about to tell her that he was born with white hair, when he thought of another option. He said, "I have been gray for so long, I wonder if a color would take?"

She asked him how much time he had before his next flight. 

He said, "Two and one half hours."

She told him that she could put a double process in and guaranteed him that he would be very satisfied with his new color.

He told her to begin, and she began showing him all the colors he had a choice of. 

He finally told her to stop. He asked her to have the staff look at the hair colors, and decide how they would blend, with his pale coloring.

They took this task very seriously and after 5 minutes, they decided on a sable brown with dark lowlights running through it. He had never heard of such a thing, but he went with their decision, and the process was started. 

90 minutes later, he was staring at himself in the mirror. He did not recognize himself, and if he did not, no one else would either. He turned, and thanked the staff profusely. He paid the bill and gave the woman a two hundred dollar tip. He went around the shop, and handed everyone, who had made the decision on the color of his hair, $50 each. No one who came through Chicago's O'Hare Airport had ever been more generous than William Zabo.

As he left the shop, his flight was called and he walked hurriedly towards the gate area. When he arrived, he saw that the coach section of the airplane was again going to be filled. He walked up to the counter, and asked the attendant if there were any seats available in first class. She said there were only two people in first class, and all the other seats were open. However, the additional cost was $1300. William reached into his pocket, pulled out thirteen $100 bills, and handed them to her. 

She did not expect this to happen. She said, sir, I have to call a supervisor; I am not allowed to accept cash.

Michael asked her if a credit card would make it easier on her.

She smiled at him and said, "Yes, sir, it would."

He handed her his Black American Express Card. She had heard of these, but had never seen one before. She smiled at him again, and ran it through the credit card machine. She had never seen the machine turn green so fast in her entire career. She handed him his new ticket and his card and escorted him down the Jetway, to the aircraft. 

As they were approaching the aircraft, the agent said, "Mister Neeson, may I ask you a question?"

"Of course, ask me anything you want."

"Is it true you can buy a car using one of those cards?"

"Yes, it is true. My new Range Rover is waiting for me in Phoenix. Would you like to come along?"

She blushed from the top of her head to the bottom of her toes. "Mister Neeson, if I wasn't engaged, I would be on that airplane with you, in one minute. You are gorgeous, and I love your hair."

"I can give you my cell phone, and you can call off your engagement. I am the very wealthy man, and for as long as you wish to stay with me, I can keep you in a style to which you will love to become wonderfully accustomed."

"Mister Neeson, my parents would kill me, and your offer is so enticing. Please get on the aircraft, before I change my mind."

"Melissa, I will be coming back through Chicago in a month or so; I will see you again, and my offer will still be open."

"Mister Neeson, you are so bad."

"Melissa, if you think I am bad here, you should see me in bed."

Melissa Bainbridge turned and ran up the Jetway, with her panties soaked. She had been seduced by an expert, at the art of seduction. 

Now, William Zabo had a problem. He had not done that to a woman in so long, he was in desperate need of relief. He would have to visit a bathroom, and alleviate it himself of this torment, prior to takeoff. When he reached his seat, his flight attendant did not make his problem any easier to deal with. She was stunning. She was nearly 6 feet tall, with shoulder length, Raven colored hair, and olive tinted skin. William knew she was either Italian or Greek, and he wanted her, now. Under any other circumstance he would have her, without any regrets. He had 3 hours flying time to make it happen, and he would have her, one way or another. He started to plan; with his big head, and his little head went down.

Jemma was just that, a gem. She walked elegantly; she served elegantly, and spoke with a New England accent that you could cut with a knife. He cringed, because it ruined everything. The only way he could see getting around it, was to keep his dick buried down her throat, 24 hours a day; and he was not that young anymore. The other option he came up with was to send her to a diction school, like Eliza Doolittle. Maybe Professor Henry Higgins could do something with her. Otherwise, she was doomed to roam the aisles of an aircraft, unless they brought back silent movies.

After the pilot turned off the seatbelt sign, the flight attendants were allowed to start doing their rounds of the cabin. There were only three people in first class. An elderly married couple; and William Zabo. Jemma was the only flight attendant in first class. After she served an unpalatable lunch, the elderly couple fell asleep, and William put his plan into action.

He said, "Jemma, do you have any champagne on board?"

"Yes, Mister Neeson, however, I would not recommend it. Most passengers, who have tasted it, have not been satisfied. We have reported it to the company, and they do not seem to care enough to change it."

"Sit down with me, and give me one minute, Jemma."

She sat down, while he picked up the air-phone and slid his American Express card through the slot. He dialed the number he read on the back of the airline magazine. The phone rang, and when it was answered the woman said, "United Airlines Corporate Offices, how may I direct your call?"

"Hello, this is Edward Neeson; I'm the vice president of Condé Nast Traveler. I want to speak to Joseph Jackson. I want to speak to him now, unless he wants to read about my experiences on your airline, on the editorial pages of my magazine, next month."

The operator said, "One moment, Mister Neeson."

"Mister Neeson, this is Joseph Jackson, I do not see you listed on Condé Nast's banner; what are you trying to pull?"

"Is this the Joe Jackson, who graduated from the University of Pennsylvania in 1986 with a 2.45 GPA and nearly failed Psychology and English literature? Is it true, if your father had not been a large contributor to the school, they would have thrown you out on your ass? It appears that you are as dumb as your grades would indicate. Call the Condé Nast home offices, and asked them about me. There was a shakeup last month, and four members of the board of directors were dismissed. I was moved from the head of the finance division, to the Board of Directors and to the vice presidency. Is there anything else you would like to know?"

"How do you know all this stuff about me, Mister Neeson?"

"Mister Jackson if I wanted to blackmail you, I would go after someone with money. You do not have enough for me to worry about. What I do want you to do is fire the catering company you have for this airline. Lunch was not palatable. The champagne you have on board, tastes like piss water. If this does not change within 60 days, look in my magazine for an editorial article about your airline. It will not have one complementary word in it. Do we understand each other, Mister Jackson?"

"Yes, Mister Neeson, I understand completely. I will have our lawyers start work on it immediately."

He hung up the phone without another word.

"Do you remember everything I said, Jemma? If you do, your job is secure for as long as you wish to keep it. Or, you could move up the ladder of success as high as your education will take you. He was shaking in his boots with what little I told him. If I mentioned, the attempted rape charge of a college co-ed at Penn, he would have had a heart attack, while we were on the phone. It is in his school records, at Penn, but it was never reported to the police, because the girl was given a $12 million settlement, and graduated one year early, Summa cum Laude. She is a very public figure, now. If she found out that her name was going to be dragged through the mud, because of him, she would have his balls cut off."

"Mister Neeson, how do you know all of these things about other people?"

"Computers, Jemma, learn how to use computers, and the world is an open book. At Condé Nast we use them every moment of every day. When we spy on the industry to get stories, sometimes we find out more than we want to, and Mister Jackson is one of those unfortunate people that came under our microscope. Until you mentioned the champagne being a problem on this airline, I had no need to interact with him. When I did, and he became obnoxious, I smacked him down hard, because of his attitude. I have given you the ammunition to do the same thing, at a time of your own choosing. You should be able to use that wonderful body of yours to convince me that you are worthy of this information. Give me your panties."

"Mister Neeson, I am working."

"Jemma, give me your panties, now."

She looked around to make sure the curtain was closed, and that the elderly couple was still asleep. She lifted her bottom off the seat, raised her skirt to her waist, and lowered her panties, until they were around her ankles. She was about to lower her skirt when he said, "Leave your skirt where it is, Jemma; I have plans for that area of your body."




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 02



Jemma blushed but did not make a move to lower her skirt.

He bent down and retrieved her panties, brought them to his nose and sniffed them. "Jemma, you smell divine. I bet you scream while you make love. Am I right, Jemma? When a man is deep inside you, you scream to let your passions flow?"

She blushed, talking to a stranger about her sex life, but nodded, "Yes, sir, I am very vocal."

He balled the panties up, and forced them into her mouth. He put a finger in front of her mouth, and told her to be quiet. He pulled her legs on to the seat, and brought her shaved pussy into view.

"Beautiful Jemma, it is just beautiful. I think I will use it now." He undid his belt and zipper and lowered his trousers. He took out his distended prick, pulled her legs over his shoulders, and plunged into her."

She was so wet; he had no problem bottoming out. She yelled, but thanks to her panties, it was muted. She grabbed onto his forearms for balance as he pummeled her into the bottom of the seats. He was turning her into liquid fire. She came once, and almost immediately, it was followed by another stronger orgasm. After her third orgasm, she realized it was due to his long, rapid strokes. Unlike many of her younger boyfriends, he did not come quickly. With them, it was a sprint to the finish. With this man, it was a marathon. 

He looked her in the eyes and asked, "Are you protected?"

Jemma's eyes opened with fright when she realized he was not wearing a condom. She shook her head 'No.'

He smiled at her, and said, "I will give you the opportunity to finish me in your ass, or with your lovely mouth, instead of getting you pregnant."

She shook her head no again.

He pulled the panties from her mouth and asked her what she meant, "Where do you want me to finish Jemma?"

"You have to pull out and come on my stomach, please. I do not do oral sex."

"It seems you have a problem, Jemma. I either come in a woman's pussy, ass, or mouth. I do not waste my semen on a females' stomach. Where do you prefer it, and make your decision soon, because I do not know how much time I have left. How far into your cycle are you?"

"It has been two weeks since my last period."

"In that case, Jemma, I think you should start giving careful consideration to your other two choices. You should be ovulating around now, and if I cum in your pussy, you could be pregnant by the time we land. Hurry, make your decision, because I am getting ready to burst."

"Pullout Mister Neeson, please pullout. I do not want to get pregnant. I will take you in my mouth."

"Okay, Jemma, but do not leave a mess." 

He pulled out of her and helped her into a sitting position. He pulled her down to his engorged dick, and then let her go at her own pace. She opened her mouth, and her tongue snaked out, while her eyes grimaced. 

"Be a good girl, Jemma, and do not make me force your head down on my prick. It could wind up in your throat and you would not be happy about that."

She moved her head down and put the head of his dick into her mouth, and closed her lips around it. She started sucking it, and moving her head down further, until she had three or 4 inches of his turgid cock in her mouth.

"Deeper Jemma, do not play with me."

Jemma was unhappy with her situation, but she went deeper, until she felt him hit the back of her throat, and she choked. She pulled out a little, and started moving up and down a little faster and tightened the muscles of her mouth around him.

"Use your tongue, Jemma; lick my dick, and keep it wet."

She did as he asked, and continued working on him for five or six minutes, until he said, "Jemma, I am getting ready to cum. Do not back away; be ready to swallow it all."

She was sickened by this thought, and wanted to cry. However, she was more frightened by the thought of what he could do to her, if he told her superiors what she was doing on the airplane. She closed her eyes, and hoped that she could get through this debasement. Then, she felt the hot liquid spurt, and hit the back of her throat. She swallowed quickly, and then felt another larger load of semen hit the same spot. It seemed to her that he would never stop shooting that stuff into her mouth. She kept swallowing and swallowing. 

When he finished ejaculating, he said to Jemma, "Keep sucking on it like a pacifier, and get it totally clean. I will tell you, when you can stop."

Jemma followed his instructions and continued playing with his dick in her mouth. Though it had deflated, after he had ejaculated, she felt it starting to grow, again. She began to take pleasure in the powerful feeling she had making this area of a man's body react so forcefully to her attentions. She did not understand this newfound feeling. She never liked kissing a boy's dick, no less thought about putting one of these things into her mouth. However, this powerful man made her do things that were changing her attitudes towards sex. He had her perform sex in a public place, and she found it thrilling. He made her have oral sex, for the first time in her life, and she liked it, which confused her. Now she was doing it of her own accord, and she did not care who saw her, or what happened to her afterwards.

"Jemma, do you know what you're doing to me?"

She did not release him from her mouth. She nodded her head, and kept suctioning him. She pumped her head up and down on him as he continued to grow and harden in her mouth. It took a lot longer this time, but she did not care. She was on a mission and would not be deprived.

"Jemma, I am going to cum, be ready."

She increased her speed, and waited for the moment that he would explode in her mouth. When it happened, she was ready. There was not as much semen as the last time, but she savored every drop of it. When he was finished, she continued sucking on it, until he was totally clean. 

She looked up at him and said, "Mister Neeson, thank you for making me do this. I never knew what I was missing. If you had not made me do it the first time, I would have been oblivious to its pleasures. I will give you my phone numbers, and any time you are in Chicago, call me, and I will be at your service, forever."

He stuck his tongue into her mouth, kissed her forcefully on her lips. He said, "Jemma, you must get yourself protected immediately. I will be coming back through Chicago within the next two or three months. I will be cuming in your pussy, mouth, and ass many times. I will teach you more about sex then you ever dreamed existed. You are to start having voice lessons, to get rid of your accent. I will pay for your lessons. When your accent is gone, you will go to Mister Jackson and start your life as a junior executive at the airline. You cannot do that now, with your heavy accent. I am a very wealthy man, and I will take you under my wing, if you let me. There is one provision, however, and I will be checking up on you, even though I am not here. You will not have sex with anyone, but me, from now on. If you agree to my terms, your life will be greatly enhanced. "

"No sex at all for three months, Mister Neeson? I have not gone without sex for a month, since I lost my virginity."

"If your answer is no, I will understand, Jemma. We will part friends, and you will keep the knowledge that I have given you, and use it to the best of your ability. However, you will never know what you have given up." 

He handed her a pen, and her panties. Then, to her surprise, he asked her to sign them.

"Mister Neeson, do you do this to all the girls you fuck on airplanes?"

"No, Jemma, you are the only woman I have ever had sex with on an airplane. That is why I want you to sign your panties, so I will remember you always."

She was completely flustered by his reply. She signed her panties, and handed back, both items back to him. She thought for a moment, and said, "Mister Neeson, I would like to accept your terms."

"Wonderful, Jemma, do you have a layover in Phoenix?"

"Yes, we depart at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning."

"Good; you will come with me, and I will make all the arrangements for you to begin your new life. I think you will be very pleased."

"A three-month virgin, Mister Neeson; I certainly hope so."

"That does not start until tomorrow, Jemma. I will try to give you as much love and sex as you can handle between the times we land, and when we leave tomorrow morning. I think it is time you call me Edward."

Jemma kissed him and said, "Here is to a loving relationship, Edward."

"My last relationship began 21 years ago, and I loved that woman until the day she died. I hope the same thing happens, between you and me. I think you should go to the bathroom now, and straighten up. You look like you have just been fucked, and very well fucked, indeed."

"Edward, it is because I was fucked very well, and I was also taught that oral sex is very exciting."

"I take it my dear that you are in anal virgin, also. I will take care of it this evening, when we are in my hotel room."

"I am not going to look forward to that at all, Edward. It was not on my list of things to do before I died."

"Funny you should say that Jemma. The woman I mentioned before said the very same thing. She found that she loved it, as much as vaginal and oral sex. She became insatiable, and when she became pregnant, with our daughter, it was her preferred method of intercourse."

"Looking at your face, Edward, I can tell you are not lying. You must have loved each other very deeply."

"For me, it was love at first sight. It took her a little while to realize that her feelings for me were not just friendship, but love. We were true to each other, and forsook all others for 20 years. You are my first, since she passed away. That is why I need you to stay true to me only. I need that kind of commitment. It is the only kind I have ever known, and it is the only kind I can deal with."

"I will be true to you, Edward. I give you my word; I will forsake all others, and have only you in my life, from this day forward."

"Go to the bathroom, Jemma, before your other guests awaken."

As soon as Jemma closed the bathroom door, the elderly woman, who was supposedly sleeping, stuck her head over the top of her seat, and said, "You nasty man; my husband and I have not been able to do that for a great many years. Isn't it fun to be a member of the mile high club?"

"Madam, if that is the name of the club I have joined, today was my initiation. It was a wonderful experience, and my partner is very beautiful."

"Yes, she is very beautiful, but I believe from what I heard, she is going to require extensive training. Apparently, her oral skills have just begun to form, and she has no anal experience at all. She should give you many years of pleasure, while you train her. My husband took great pains in training me. He used all types of training aids to convince me how I was to act in public, and to please him in all manners of sex."

"Madam, I do not believe in the use of coercion to make a woman adhere to a particular set of norms. She has free will, and it makes life much more pleasurable to argue every so often, and make love as a way of seeing 'eye to eye' afterwards. Having someone that says yes, all the time becomes boring."

"My husband does not seem to be bored."

"It is because he is the one taking his frustrations out on you. You are as whipping post. You are the one that never has the option of saying 'No.' What would have happened if you turned around one day and said to him, 'Stop, give me that instrument, I am going to beat the crap out of you with it."

"I do not know. I never did that in all our married life."

"If you had done it 30 years ago, when you were still in your prime, your life would have been much better, and much happier."

The elderly man raised his head and said, "Mind your own business," and he raised his hand to hit her."

His wife said to him, "Shut the fuck up. If you hit me, I will charge you with assault, and I have a witness."

Jemma had exited the bathroom and was listening to the entire conversation. She said, "No madam, he did hit you repeatedly, before I could stop him. Both Mister Neeson and I saw him. I will have to restrain him, in another seat. I will have the pilot forward a message to the federal authorities, and have them pick him up at the airport. Federal charges will be filed, because it happened while we were in the air."

The man yelled, "I never touched her."

"You have two witnesses that say you did, and a victim that will swear to it."

Jemma put the plastic cuffs around the man's wrists, put him in the seat across from Edward, and buckled him in. She picked up the phone, advised the pilots of the disturbance in the first-class cabin. The man had been subdued and everything was under control. 

The pilots called the air traffic control center, and advise them of the disturbance on the aircraft. After that it was all procedure.

Federal and local authorities met the aircraft at the gate and escorted the elderly man, off the aircraft, while he pleaded his innocence.

 The woman was placed on a stretcher, and helped off the aircraft. 

She asked to speak to the flight attendant, who helped her, before they took her away in the ambulance. 

Jemma went out, onto the Jetway, and took the elderly woman's hand. She asked, "How are you feeling, dear?"

The woman winked at her and said, "I feel battered. He never hits my face, where it would show. He has hit me all my married life, and I could never prove it. I do not know what made him lose his temper this time, especially with witnesses around. Thank you for helping me."

"It is my job to keep my passenger safe. The airline has my name and my routing, day by day. If you need me to testify, I will be there."

"Thank you, child, I appreciate everything you did for me, today."

The police and federal agents listened, and wrote down everything the woman said. When they got her to the hospital, they informed the doctors of the abuse she said she had suffered, over a long term. They wanted to know if it was true.

The doctors took x-rays, CAT Scans, and MRIs of her entire body. What they found amazed even them. There were healed hairline fractures everywhere. Her arches had been broken, as well as all-10 fingers. The only place on her body that did not seem to be touched was her head. This coincided with what the woman said to the flight attendant. 

When the doctor's reported their findings to the authorities, the man was put in jail. When his bond hearing was held and the judge heard the evidence against him, he was held without bail, even though he was old, and exceedingly wealthy. The length and brutality of his crimes were enough to make anyone's stomach turn.

Jemma and Edward were escorted by the authorities to separate rooms, and their statements taken. They were asked what had happened on the aircraft. Although the wording was different, the outcome was the same. The assault was unprovoked, and the man repeatedly hit his wife for no apparent reason, until Jemma reached him and pulled him of her.

When he was asked why he didn't get to the man first, Edward explained that he was in the back of first-class by the window, reading. By the time he realized something was amiss, unbuckled his seatbelt, and was halfway there; Jemma was already at the man's side, and pulling him away from his wife. The man almost struck Jemma, when he was able to grab his hand, and stop him. He had never seen a woman act more heroic in his life.

The debriefings and statements took nearly 2 hours and when they were done, the airline officials offered Edward a suite at the hotel, where the airline employees stayed. He accepted.

While they were in the airline van, Mister Neeson asked the airline executive if he would be permitted to take Jemma to dinner, after what she had been through during the flight, today. 

He said, "She must be exhausted, and with all the adrenaline that coursed through her body, today, she deserves a good meal."

The executive replied, "It is against company policy for airline employees to fraternize with the passengers. However, I think we can overlook it, this one time, if you approve, Jemma?"

"Mister Neeson, I appreciate your offer, however, I am extremely tired. As long as it does not take too long, I will accompany you."

"I promise not to keep you out more than 1 or 1 ½ hours at the most, Jemma."

"In that case, Mister Neeson, I agree."

"Jemma," the executive said, "You have been on duty too long for your flight tomorrow morning. You have been rescheduled for a flight to San Francisco, at 1 PM, tomorrow afternoon. Be at operations at 12 o'clock. We have given you a single room, so you will not be disturbed by the 5 AM wake-up call."

"Thank you, sir; I appreciate it. I will be on time for the San Francisco flight."

"You always are Jemma; you have never been late."

"Mister Neeson, thank you for your cooperation, I have to head back to the airport. If there is anything else you need, here is my card. You may contact me on my cell phone."

"Thank you, I do not think that will be necessary. I will be picking up my car early tomorrow morning, and heading north. I am going to explore a new ancient finding. If it is as big a story as it seems, I will have a writer and photographers there dissecting it."

Jemma checked into her room, as did Edward. Edward told the desk clerk to forward, her calls to his room, because they would be eating in. He asked for the room service menu and ordered for both of them. He took her hand, escorted her to her room. She messed up the room to make it appear she had slept in it, and went up to his suite. He took her into the bedroom, and undressed her in front of a full-length mirror. He said, "Jemma, you are breathtaking."

He undressed, and took her into the shower. He washed her from head to foot, paying particular attention to her breasts, pussy, and anus. He bent her over, so she could hold onto the wall. He inserted one, then two, and then three fingers into her pussy and massaged her G spot, and clit, until she came with a mighty scream. As she was coming down from her orgasm, he held her tightly by her waist, and inserted one finger up her rectum.

She grunted, but did not resist him.

He pulled his finger out, washed his digit, and put two fingers into her pussy and lubricated them. He returned his is left hand to her pussy and started manipulating her clit and tunnel again. With her mind totally absorbed elsewhere, he slipped two fingers into her rectum, with hardly any trouble at all.

He put more pressure onto her clit with his thumb, and worried it, unmercifully, until her hips started to move against it. When her mind was totally absorbed with the feelings of pleasure being sent to her brain, he pushed three fingers into her ass hole. Her head reared back in pain. 

He continued pushing his thumb against her clit and forcing his fingers in and out of her ass, simultaneously.

She kept saying, "No, no, no, but her mind was beginning to feel something else. She was unsure if it was the message her clit was sending or if it was the fingers in her ass, which were telling her brain a different story."

Edward removed his fingers from her ass and washed them, and stuck them into her cunt to lubricate them and to excite her even more. He said, "Jemma, spread your legs wide." He continued to pummel her cunt, and play with her clit. 

Her head was the only thing balancing her against the wall. Her hands were busy at her breasts, pulling at nipple and fondling the meaty orb. She was on the verge of cuming again, when he removed his hand from her cunt, took his three fingers, and shoved them up her ass, again. She screamed at the intrusion of the fingers, and came at the same time. She could not shit, because his fingers were there, so she went blind instead. She had never cum so hard in her life. 




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 03







Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 03



"The way I count it so far Alan is I have cum seven, possibly eight times. You are still hard as a rock, and batting zero. I do not believe you swallowed the key. I believe it is on the bed, or on the floor. I am satisfied, and am willing to go to sleep, until the key you say is inside you, comes out naturally. However, if you miraculously find the key in this room, and I get to be on top, I will fuck the shit out of you, before I go to sleep."

"This is what happens to a man, when he says something nice to a woman. It starts out with blackmail and ends up as slavery. I think I will just lick my wounds now, and leave. Goodbye, Susan."

"Goodbye Alan; do not let that thing in front of you, throw off your balance as you walk down the stairs. I would hate for you to fall down, and break it."

"Very funny, Susan; remember, I know where the paddles are."

"No you don't; I moved them. I am no one's fool."

He did not believe her, so he went to her closet to look. They were not there. He turned, looked at her menacingly, and said, "Now you are going to get it."

Susan replied, "It is about time we got to the main event. How long do you think you'll be able to keep your 'end' up?"

"That is not what I am talking about, and you know it. I am going to tickle you, until you tell me where they are. Save yourself the embarrassment of shiting all over your bed, and tell me where they are."

"After you fuck me blind, as you promised, I will tell you where they are. Until then, I hope you have a very good time, because I am not going to tell you anything."

"Oh, Susan, you have no idea how I am going to enjoy torturing you."

"Oh, Alan, you have no idea how my husband loved torturing me. I became very good at handling it; very much to his displeasure."

Allen said, "So, my love, it is to be a test of wills. Shall we make a side bet on who will win?"

"Anything at all, Alan, just name your game, and I am in." He did, and she laughed in his face, after she agreed to his terms. He did not believe what she wanted him to do if she won. He wasn't worried, because there was no way he was going to lose.

He had until dawn to break her will, and tell him where the paddles were. She could not deceive him, during the intervening hours to get a break from his tormenting. He was not allowed to hurt or hit her. He could use anything at his disposal, but he could not penetrate her with anything, except his genitals. 

For 5 hours, he tried every interrogation procedure he knew. None of them worked. He tried some of his own design: He put ice on her pussy for ten minutes. He followed that up by replacing it with a hot towel. Instead of writhing in agony, she exploded into multiple orgasms, which she thanked him for; profusely. Giving her pleasure was not exactly what he had in mind. 

He used the old water torture method. He dripped water on her head; drip after drip, for hours, and she laughed at him. He had never met anyone like her, and he loved her for it. 

He used her clothespins as nipple clamps, and she moaned in pleasure. When he placed one on her clit, she begged him to make it tighter. Everything he did to her seemed to bring her pleasure rather than pain. She was one hell of a woman.

As dawn broke, he stopped what he was doing, picked up the key from the floor, and released the handcuffs from behind the headboard.

He said, "You win, you can be on top."

She replied, "Like hell, I am saving that one for a rainy day. You still owe me "The Big One." If I have wiped you out, get some rest; but before you leave, I expect you to fuck me blind, just like you promised me."

"Can I use the shaving cream again?"

"If you want to leave your tongue with me, permanently you can, Alan."

"You know, Susan, except for my first 13 girlfriends, my three fiancés and my two wives, you are the most exciting woman I have ever met."

He did not have time to react. Nothing is supposed to move faster than lightning. However, he believed Susan did. He had heard the saying, "HELL HATH NO FURY, LIKE A WOMAN SCORNED"; and as the sun was rising this morning, he was seeing it, and feeling it firsthand. What made matters worse was, he was laughing, while she was trying to kill him with her bare hands.

When he felt he had given her enough time to work offer rage, he grabbed her arms, kissed her, and asked her, "Are you ready to get fucked, yet?"

Susan was still enraged, and yelled back at him, "Go fuck yourself."

He continued holding her, and replied, "We both know I could do that, however, I think we also know it is much more pleasurable and desirable for me to fuck you and for you to fuck me back. Do you want to stop playing now, or do you want me to leave?"

"You do not fight fair, Alan. All you do is tease me, titillate me, tempt me, and torment me. When you are finished having your fun with me, you pull your last trick out of the bag, and say you are going to leave. You know that is the last thing I would want you to do. You do not fight fair, at all."

Susan began crying, ran into the bathroom, closed, and locked the door. 

Alan knocked on the bathroom door and said, "There is only one idiot in this house, Susan, and it is not you. Would you please come out here and let me apologize, so I can take you shopping."

"You are an idiot. I do not want to go shopping, I want to make love. Is that so hard for you to remember?"

"I thought it would give us a little time to talk, and have some breakfast in town. I have to do a lot of grocery shopping, while I am there, and I have to resupply the barn with apples. If I accomplished all that, I can spend the rest of the day here with you, until late tonight when I have to leave again."

"I just bought a bushel of apples two days ago, what happened to them."

"I made a lot of new friends in the barn!"

"Then you have one more chore to take care of before you leave tonight, and it is a real shitty one. Apples go in one end and come out the other a totally different color and consistency. You will love that task."

"If you help me, it will take half the time."

"No thanks, I think I will take a bubble bath instead."

"I could be so tired; you may not get 'The Big One."

"Then I will get it the next time you come home."

"I am still allowed to call this my home?"

"Only until you really piss me off, and you will know that when I start using the cattle prod on you."

"Oh, I thought you use that as a sex toy."

"It all depends if I have batteries in it, or if it is connected to the battery on the truck."

"The point is well taken Susan."

She opened the bathroom door, and pulled him in rather than going out to get him. She pushed him into the shower, and started the water.

He yelled, "Its cold!"

"No shit, it always starts out cold. Tell me when it warms up, and I will join you."

A hand reached out of the shower, and pulled her in one second later. She yelled, "It is still cold, you ass."

"Funny, it felt warmer to me."

"I am going to have to get one of those satellite things hooked up to my television. This country's sense of humor must have changed, or mine is out of date."

He adjusted the temperature of the water, and covered his head for protection. He said to her, "You do know Jack Benny is dead, right?"

"What time do you have to leave tonight to be back where you have to be?"

"I will leave around 10 or 11 o'clock; why do you want to know?"

"I need to give you enough time to recover, after I disconnect the cables from the truck battery and pull the cattle prod out of your ass."

"Ouch, that even sounds painful. I guess the Jack Benny joke did not sit well with you."

"You see, even a blind squirrel can find an acorn every once in a while. Try another joke like that on me, Alan, and I will get my real nutcrackers out and try them on your nuts."

"Ouch, that is two in two sentences. I am going to have to do something about that, very quickly."

He pulled her out from under the stream of warm water, and kissed her. He bent down and threw her over his shoulder, which caused her to scream. He smacked her on her rump, and told her to be quiet, or else. He moved to the side of the bed, and threw her down across it. She quickly tried to move out of his way, but he cut her off. His mouth went straight to her nipples, and his hands massaged her breasts.

"I thought you wanted to go shopping?"

He replied, "I am measuring your cup size."

"It is a 'C' you idiot."

"I am trying to open these valves at the end, to see if I can blow them up to a D."

"I refer you back to your previous statement, 'There is only one idiot in this house', and he is on top of me, trying to do the impossible."

He looked straight in to her eyes and said, "I promised to fuck you blind. They say that is impossible, also. However, I am going to give it one heck of a good old college try."

Susan replied, "I will give you as much help as I can. ' You may fire when ready, Mister Gridley'!"

Fire, he did, without any hesitation or warning. He had been lined up, nestled in her comfortable slit, waiting for this moment. When she gave her okay, he slid down, raised his hips, and with every ounce of force he could muster drove his entire manhood as deep as he could go into her body. He crashed into her cervix, forcing it to open slightly. The next blow hit equally as hard, and forced it open a little more. He continued his onslaught and all he heard from Susan were a series of grunts as they head of his dick pounded into her yielding flesh. 

Her arms were wrapped around his neck, and her legs were wrapped high around his ass pulling him as deep as he wanted to go into her. She had promised to help him, and she was fulfilling that promise.

He was not being gentle, he was being overpowering. He wanted her to know how fiercely in love with her he was, and even though he came with a boatload of crap between his ears, what he felt for her was pure and simple. He fell in love with her the moment he saw her. He was a sucker for falling in love. He had gotten in trouble twice already, because of it. However, the woman he was laying with was going to be his third wife, if she would have him; warts, and all.

He continued his rampage into her body until he felt Susan shudder, seize up, scream, and cum all over his prick as he continued pile driving into her.

When her eyes refocused on his, she smiled and kissed him. She moaned as she felt him pounding against her, and said, "That was a nice one."

Alan nodded his head, and continued his onslaught. He knew it would give way if he kept at it long enough. Susan kept grunting every time he banged on the door to the birthing chamber, but was unsure what, Alan was attempting to do.

Then, it happened; he burst through her cervix, and the head of his penis was now in her womb.

Susan's eyes opened wide, because she knew she could never take all of Alan's length inside of her. It was not physically possible for her to do it. Now, his pubic hairs were resting against her newly shaved vagina, and she was feeling something she had never experienced before in her life.

"What did you do to me?"

"I am visiting your womb, and as far as I know, I am the first person to ever have taken occupancy there. Am I hurting you?"

"No, it is just a very different feeling. I did not know that it could happen from the opposite direction."

"Do not worry, because I have not hurt you or harmed your body. I would never do that to you. However, at this moment I am more interested in finishing the task at hand, which is giving you "The Big One!" So hang on, pay attention, and enjoy."

"If this is to be The Big One, I certainly will enjoy it."

Alan resumed, pumping into and out of Susan never completely leaving her womb. Every time the tip of his cock hit the entryway to her womb, she received a little pleasure impulse straight to her brain. The faster he went the more impulses stimulated the neurons, which sent signals back to her vagina, and caused her to leak her female fluids at a furious rate. Other receptors sent signals to her hips, legs, and arms, to perform movements that increased her pleasure, as well as his. Neurons sent messages to her speech center, and made her yell, "Harder Alan, fuck me harder," which sent him into turbo drive with his hips.

Alan was closing in on the end of his physical and mental strength. At the last possible second, as he shot his semen deep into her womb, he bellowed, "I love you, Susan."

Susan was just passing over her event horizon, as these words trickled into her ears. As her organs pulsed around the huge instrument that had given her such great pleasure, she smiled, close to eyes, and smiled, "That was 'The Big One'."

"Hey you, wake up, I have to go shopping. I have never gone shopping alone, before. Do you want some single lady to pick me up in a supermarket thinking I am a single male and available?"

"You are a single male, but if you are available, after what we just did together, just shoot me where I lay, because I do not know what love is."

"Men and women, who are in love, still cheat. I would hate to cheat on you so soon, and I hate to shop alone. Are you coming or not?"

"I do not think God could get me to cum, again, today. I think those glands are empty."

"Do you want me to prove that you are wrong?"

"Keep your body away from mine, or I will kill you."

"Are you angry, or are you sore?"

"I think I will be walking funny for a few days; or a few weeks."

"Susan that was my line, get up, get dressed, and come shopping with me. I let the horses out into the pasture, and did half of the stalls, while you were sleeping. I will do the other half, when we get back. I have to get the shopping done. I have to go back tonight."

"Okay, I will get up, but if you touch me, I will shoot you."

She rolled her legs off the side of the bed, pushed herself into a sitting position, and tried to sit erect. As she accomplished this task, she looked at him and said, "I am going to call Sergeant and have you arrested for elder abuse."

"You mean the Sergeant?"

"Alan, his name is Sergeant. Sergeant Sherwood. 'Sergeant' Sergeant Sherwood of the Cottonwood police force. He is my cousin."

"Oh, I understand. When he told me to call him Sergeant, he gave me his given name. How cool is that!"

"You said it before, Alan. There is only one idiot in this house."

"Stand up, woman, before I stand you up."

"Don't you touch me; I am old and feeble."

Susan pressed her hands against her knees, and pushed hard trying to get her body to move in an upward motion. Every segment of her spine snapped as she straightened herself up. She looked at Alan, with daggers in her eyes. "You did this to me."

Alan asked, "Was it worth it?"

Susan smiled, "Every last ache and pain."

Alan rushed over to her, lifted her by her ass, and kissed her passionately, as she screamed, and kicked at him.

"Are you feeling better now, my love?"

"I told you not to touch me, but yes, I do feel better."

"Good, then this will help you move even faster." He smacked her hard on her ass, which made her scream. He told her to take a shower and get her act together in 15 minutes, or she was going into town, the way she was at that time. He was not taking no for an answer.

20 minutes later, she walked out of the house with her hair still wet, her blouse half open, and her boots in her hand. She looked at him and said, "If you say one word, I am going to stick these boots where the sun-don't shine."

Knowing when to keep quiet is both an art and a science. Alan received in A in both courses that afternoon.

They took her truck to town; loaded up with all the supplies he needed for the week, and she needed for the ranch. He insisted on paying for the apples. 

She did notice that he paid for his on a U.S. Government credit card. She did not know why, but it eased her mind knowing that he was 'on the job', while he was away from her.

They had dinner in town, and drove out to the ranch as twilight was approaching. Then unloaded her supplies into the barn first, and he backed his truck up to hers and moved his supplies into it, and secured them for his trip back into the valley.

As he headed back into the barn, Susan yelled "Where do you think you are going?"

"I have six more stalls to do before I leave tonight, and we have to get the horses in."

"There goes my bath; I will do three of them, you do the other three. You better put a move on it; I am going to get laid one more time before you leave."

"I thought you did not want me to touch you again?"

"I am a woman. I have the right to change my mind. Now move it, mister, before I get my cattle prod out."

"Yes, ma'am; anything you say, ma'am."

"I love a man that can take orders."

40 minutes later, all the chores were completed, the horses were in their stalls, the apples were in their bellies, and the couple was in the shower cleaning the muck and grime of them. 

Susan decided it was time for her to play cowgirl in bed, and she rode Alan like she a woman who would not see her man for a week. Her bull was up to the task, and he titillated her clit and breasts the entire time she pounded her slot up and down on his dick. She wanted it to last as long, if not longer than this afternoon's lovemaking, but it had taken so much strength out of her, she was exhausted. When she came for the second time, she laid her body down on top of his and said thank you.

He kissed her ear and said, "Susan would you like one more for the road?"

"No, Alan let me dream about that one for when you come back to me next week."

"Okay, it is only 9 o'clock; let me feed you, before I go." He went downstairs and made two very rare steaks, two ears of corn and warmed up some of the bread, they had just bought at the stores. He called her down to dinner, and was amazed when she walked into the kitchen as naked as he had left her upstairs.

"What, you have seen everything I have before, why should I have to put clothes on at home now?"

"This is the first time I have seen your naked 'Bagel' walk into the room. It is beautiful, just like the woman it belongs to."

"Would you call it a pussy, or a cunt, please? I will never get use to you calling it a Bagel."

"If we are in public, I can always talk to you about eating your 'Bagel'. I cannot talk to you about eating your pussy, or your cunt. It would not be polite in mixed company. Our food is getting cold, please sit down and eat; and if you are lucky, after dinner, and before I leave, I will have your 'Bagel' for dessert!"

"You surely do now the way to a girl's heart; 'Feed Her and Eat Her'."

"It is my pleasure, ma'am, I assure you."

By the time he was ready to leave, Susan had to struggle to get off the kitchen table. She was wet down to her thighs, and so weak she was not sure she could walk up to her bedroom. 

Then Alan delivered the crushing blow. He knelt down on one knee and asked, "Susan, will you marry me? I have a lot of shit that comes with me, but I do love you and I will try to make it work for us."

"I swore after my first husband, I would never marry again. I knew I could never trust a man, with my heart. I do trust you, Alan, and I will marry you. I do trust you with my heart. Do not let me down, please."

"If there is one thing, in this life, that I can promise you, I will never cheat on you. I did not cheat on either of my wives'. I did not break my vows to them. I would never do that to a woman as wonderful and as kind as you. I will be back in one week, and I will buy you a ring."

"Screw the ring; just come back to me in one piece." They kissed passionately, and he walked out the door to his truck. He turned to her and said, "I am going to Prescott to pick up a package. I will see you next week."




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 03



Susan realized what he was saying was for her own benefit. It was to have her remember what she was to say if anyone asked if she knew where he was going, when he left her. She loved him even more than she did moments ago.

Alan got onto 89A and headed towards Prescott constantly looking behind him for anyone who might be tailing him. Since there were no cars going in either direction, he reversed course and headed towards Sedona. He obeyed the speed limits not wanting to draw any attention to the truck. 12 miles Southwest of Sedona he turned the GPS on, and waited. The instructions blurted out within a few minutes. "Hard right-turn 1000 feet." He knew the drill. He slowed the truck to a crawl and waited. "Right turn, now." He made the turn went down the embankment, and listened to the instructions, as they rolled by. In his mind he chided himself for not having the brakes checked, as he went down the steep embankment, again in first gear. As he received the instructions to follow the trail, he stopped the truck, and attached the tarp to the back bumper to obscure the tire tracks. He also made a mental note to get new, high-intensity headlights for the truck. It was pitch black out here, and he needed all the help he could get. When he received the final instruction to back into the cave, he removed the tarp, not wanting to back over it. He backed in carefully and when he reached the final curve, and the truck could not be seen from the entrance, he turned it off, exited the truck, walked to the rear, and stopped.

"Stephano, it is me, Alpha. I am going to walk into the open with my hands in the air, so you can see me. Do not shoot me, or we are both going to die here."

Stephano yelled, "Come ahead, Alpha, I have my AK 16 pointed right at you."

"Stephano, you do not have an AK. You have an M16, with 10 extra clips of ammunition. Did you enjoy the MRE's or would you prefer more fresh fruit for dinner."

"Come ahead, Alpha, I just wanted to be sure it was you."

"I do not blame you at all for wanting to be sure. How is your first night alone?"

"It is not something I would like to do on a long-term basis. I would like something to hide behind, just in case somebody came around the corner. I am like a sitting duck here. This trunk is of no value at all."

"The trunk is made of Kevlar. It will stop anything up to a rifle shot. I know it does not look like much, but stay behind it, angled close to a wall, and you will be fine."

"Now you decide to tell me that, Alpha? I would have felt a lot safer knowing that yesterday when you left."

"I had a lot on my mind yesterday. It was my first time, leaving you. My instructions on guarding you are very specific. I am expendable, you are not. How do you think that makes me feel?"

"Quite honestly, I am not sure. If you die, and they leave, eventually I die."

"No, Beta, Charlie, and Delta, expect to hear from me every week. If they do not, they will be here, in force. You will be safe, and I will be dead. There is little satisfaction in that for me. We will take some photographs of you this week. We will also do a motion picture. I hope you will agree to cooperate. I do not want to beat the shit out of you to make it look real. Afterwards, I would have to patch you up so you do not bleed to death. I hate doing double duty. If I do my job too well and I have to call Delta in to fix you up, they are going to ream my ass big time. I have to unload the food. Keep an eye on the front, just in case anyone followed me here. I do not think it is likely, because I would have seen their lights. Night vision goggles are very good, and you can always be surprised by visitors.

11. Let's Make A Deal

Don Bruno said to Patricia, "I know he will not call me, so I am going to attempt to contact William Zabo using the Internet. I need you to try and find where he is using all your computer expertise. If what we have in this building is not enough to handle what you require to perform such a task, tell my people what you need and they will get it for you."

"Don Bruno, I am at your service at any time to get your son back. My expertise is always yours. The problem is I would have to use satellites to do this. It is not possible to do it over landlines. Do you have access to satellite communications? If you do, it would be best if I could operate from that site to take advantage of the quickest response times."

"I will make the arrangements for you, Patricia. Your trip there may be uncomfortable, because it is a secret location, and you will have to be blindfolded on your way there, and back."

"For you Don Bruno, I would not mind if you put me to sleep, during the entire transfer. I want you to get your son back alive, and in one piece."

Don Bruno smiled, "Patricia, do you have an ulterior motive?"

"Why, Don Bruno, what could you possibly mean? I only kissed him once."

"I thought he kissed you, Patricia. I think you will be trying very hard to get him to kiss you the second time."

"As long as you do not tell him, there is a possibility it may occur."

"Patricia, I am an old man. I want grandsons from my son, while I am still able to play with them."

"If there is one thing, this unfortunate happening may be having a positive benefit to your sons' quest of my favors', I know he is not fooling around on me."

"Only a woman could think of something like that, at a time like this."

"It is what makes us different than men, Don Bruno."

The print shop had another problem with their computer, and Patricia had to go to see what was going on. If anyone was tailing her, it was something she did on an ongoing basis for a regular customer.

When she arrived, her handler was there, and she told him of the satellite access area. It was so secret; she was going to be blindfolded on the way there and on the way back. They trusted her, but she felt that they would still search her and her bag before they started the trip. She suggested something that was a little over the top, but made a lot of sense to a lot of people at the Bureau. 

If they found a bug on her or on any of her equipment, they would kill her. She suggested they give her a long-lasting radioactive isotope that could be tracked by satellite, or by ground unit. It had to be long lasting, because she did not know when they would take her to this site.

When the director said, "No" to this plan, Patricia called him on his cell and said, "I do not work for the FBI. I am an independent contractor. You have pissed me off for the last time. Your computers are going off-line in two minutes, and you will not be able to find me for three days." She hung up before Director Free could say a word.

The director knew when someone had him by the balls, and was yanking on them hard. He called her back, "Patricia, I am only thinking of your welfare."

"Michael, I told you what my plans are. I am going to take this family down. They killed my mother. My father is in this country, and if they find him, they are going to try to kill him. I have Stephano safely tucked away in Arizona, thanks to you. Let me know if you need any help, and I will be there for you. If I need any help, I will be in touch with you. Michael, please stay out of my way." 

"Did your mother ever spank you, when you were growing up?"

"Why would she; I was the perfect child, and she was the perfect mother."

"So the beast that you have turned into, was let loose when they killed your mother?"

"They killed my mother, my best friend, and 40 of my classmates; you are damned right they turned the beast loose, when they perpetrated those crimes."

"Patricia, do not do anything illegal. I do not want to put you in jail."

"I cannot promise that Michael. I have already used your name and your assets to get Stephano away from his father. I am using another asset of yours to protect him. I will not tell you where, to keep you, and the Bureau safe. If anything goes wrong, it will be on my head, not yours."

"Patricia, I do not want you to talk to me about that again. The less I know, the less I can testify about what you are doing. Please be careful, I do not want you to get hurt."

Don Bruno placed ads on all the Internet carriers for William to contact him, using his old signing codes for the banks, as his user ID and Password's. The advertisement used the terms magnanimous gestures and hundreds of millions in rewards. The advertisement ran for days, and there was no response.

Sunday night at 6 PM, William Zabo signed in to his daughter's Internet address to read his current instructions. This time there was a picture of Laura staring back at him with instructions to play the slide show. There were 41 pictures of mother and daughter playing and growing up at the ranch. He watched and saved all the pictures on his computer, and when he was finished, he was crying. He had missed so much, but he had given them such a wonderful life. Then, his message came from Patricia. 

"Dear papa, I cried putting this together for you; I can only imagine the feelings coursing through your body now. Mom was the greatest mother any daughter could have wished for, and regardless of how many men approached her, and there were hundreds, she turned them all away, because she loved you so much. She was so beautiful, kind, and giving that no one had a bad word to say about her. Even my teachers, who were furious with me, because I could not stand being held back in my studies, could not bring themselves to yell at her. I have news for you now. Bruno Valentino is going to attempt to contact you on the Internet. Do not answer him for a week or so. He wants me to trace your whereabouts. I am the FBI's mole. Do not panic, I am safe. The Don loves me, and believes that I am in love with Stephano. He thinks I will do anything possible to get him back. We will be tracking your whereabouts via satellite. Do not stay online for more than three minutes. Use an Internet café, or drive at least 100 miles away from your current location. I love you dad, be prepared to move at a moments' notice. This site will remain on the air, starting next Sunday. Patricia."

10 days after she was injected with the radioactive isotope, at the Montefiore Medical Center, in the Bronx, Patricia was called by Don Bruno. He told her to expect two women, within a half an hour. She was to bring only her computer and flash drives necessary for the operation. She would be searched, and told what to wear, and what to bring with her.

Patricia responded, "I will do anything you ask, Don Bruno."

The men on the roof of the apartment building across the street watched her as she put the phone down to see what her reaction would be. They watched as she sat on the couch in the living room. They called Don Bruno and advised him of her reaction.

When there was a knock at her door, she answered it, and let the women in. She escorted them to her bedroom, where they asked her strip. They picked out everything she was to wear. They packed a suitcase for her, containing enough clothes for four days. They watched as she packed her toiletries herself. They went over her computer and software with a fine toothcomb, looking for anything that was out of place. When the women were satisfied their task was complete, they took Patricia out to the waiting car, and they began driving towards New Jersey. 

Patricia said, "Ladies, Don Bruno said I was to be blindfolded, did you forget?"

"No, we did not forget. You will be blindfolded after you land."

"I did not know I was going on a long trip. Would it be possible for me to get a sandwich and a drink? I did not eat breakfast this morning?"

"There will be plenty of food on the jet."

"Thank you very much, I appreciate it."

They arrived at Teterboro Airport 40 minutes later, and drove up to a gleaming large white jet. As she approached the stairs, a man checked her with a wand looking for any listening device. The two women laughed at him. One woman said, "We started with bare flesh, and searched every piece of clothing before she put it on. She has no bugs on her; I would stake my life on it."

Don Bruno walked up behind Patricia and said, "I would have bet on that, also, without having searched her."

Patricia turned, "Good morning, Don Bruno, are you joining me this morning?"

"It is not often I get a chance to get away. However, I have good news. Zabo contacted me early this morning and left a message that we could do a live conversation Thursday morning at 10 AM Eastern Time. I want to be there, and watch you track him down." 

Patricia acted very excited. "Sir, I will catch him, like a mouse in the trap."

Don Bruno smiled, "I know you will, Patricia, I have the greatest faith in you."

Patricia asked the Don if she could have something to eat because she was feeling a little queasy and had not eaten breakfast. She was actually feeling the effects of the radioactive isotope coursing through her body.

The Don ordered the attendant to get her anything she wanted and Patricia ate it ravenously.

"Patricia, are you feeling well?"

"I should be fine now that I have eaten. If it is all right with you, I would like to sleep now."

The Don felt her head, which was a little moist, and ordered her a blanket and a pillow. He lowered her window shade, and told her to sleep. He would wake her at their destination.

Nine hours later, she awoke in a hotel room, with one of the women she had met in New York sitting at a table, watching over her.

"You gave us quite a scare, Patricia. How are you feeling?"

"Hungry, disoriented, and comfortable; was I running a temperature?"

"How does 103° sound to you?"

"It sounds like I have a bug."

"That is what the doctor thinks, also. He has you on an antibiotic and wants you on vitamins, because you are too thin."

"I am not too thin. Everyone wants me to put more meat on my bones. I like being skinny."

Don Bruno said, as he walked into the room, "If I have to force-feed you, you will put some weight on young woman."

"As you wish, my Lord."

Don Bruno laughed at her answer. "If you have your sense of humor back, I guess you are feeling better."

"I did not come to wherever we are to lie on my fat ass. I came down here to help find Stephano's tormentor. I do not care if I have a temperature of 106°, I will be at my computer, when that sonofabitch is online."

"Patricia, you are on complete bed rest, until tomorrow night. Anything that you need, Cynthia, or Janet will get it for you. If you get out of bed for any reason other than to go to the bathroom, they have my permission to throw you back in it, and tie you up."

"Thank you, Don Bruno, at least now I know where Stephano gets his ideas from."

"You know the saying, Patricia; like father like son. I do not know if we use the same knots, however."

"You are very funny, Don Bruno, hysterical as a matter of fact."

"I try my best, Patricia, now go to sleep. Your dinner will be here in a few hours."

"Am I allowed to order for myself?"

"No, you are not. I would imagine you would order Greek yogurt and a salad. You will be getting a steak, baked potato with sour cream and butter. Broccoli with hollandaise sauce and 'Bananas Foster' for dessert."

"How many days, am I given to eat all that food?"

"Young woman, I know you have been living from hand to mouth for a very long time. Now it is time for you to learn to eat properly. Your body is telling you, it needs more energy."

"Don Bruno, after I get Stephano back, I am going to stay away from you; otherwise I am going to weigh 300 pounds."

"I would be satisfied with 130 pounds, Patricia. 110 pounds is too thin."

"Okay, I will work on it. No promises, but I will work on it."

As he left the room, she thought to herself that getting sick was a wonderful happening. He is becoming more involved with my health and well-being than he was before. I am becoming a daughter to him, and he is protecting me like one. I could use this status very effectively.

She turned to the woman who was watching her and said, "I have been very impolite, I have never asked your name. I guess you are either Cynthia or Janet from what the Don said."

"Yes, I am Janet. Patricia, do not take this the wrong way, but I am not here to be your friend. I am here to make sure you follow all the rules. If you break any of them. I have to come down on you very hard and very fast."

"Janet, how am I supposed to know if I am breaking the rule, if I have not been told what the rules are?"

"You were supposed to get a copy of the rules, while you were on the airplane. Unfortunately you became ill and everyone forgot. I will call and get you a copy of the rules brought up to the room."

"Thank you, Janet, my only purpose in being here is to get Stephano back with Don Bruno, as soon as possible. As soon as I have accomplished that task, you can put me back on the airplane, send me home, and never tell me where I am, or have been. It is not my place to know or to care about."

"You have a very good attitude, Patricia. If you keep it that way, everything will work out just fine."

"I am going to sleep, am I supposed to take any medicine, before I do?"

"No, you will take it after you finish eating."

"I will see you in a few hours, Janet."

Patricia was unaware that every word and every movement, she made, in that room was being recorded and videotaped. Nothing was being left to chance.

Don Bruno said to the other men who were listening in to the conversation, "I told you that she is only interested in getting my son back. You have checked her equipment yourself. You have checked her clothing. She has no listening, or transmitting devices on her. You are going to watch everything she does, while she works with our satellite equipment. If I could convince her to work for us, she would wind up being the highest paid computer expert we have."

"She does seem to be what you say she is. We will see how good she is, when Zabo contacts us tomorrow."

She woke up the following morning, still running a high fever, and the Don was still worried about her. Patricia said, "Don Bruno, get me some ice. Get me a lot of ice, and put it in the bathtub. I will not miss being at the computer tonight. I will get Stephano back for you, regardless of the cost to my body."

The Don argued with her, because they still had many hours for the medication to work. She would take no argument from him. He was not used to dealing with a woman, who was so opinionated and someone who would not yield to his demands. He threw his hands in the air, and ordered six large bags of ice.

Patricia got into the tub and filled it halfway with lukewarm water. She asked that only Janet, Cynthia, and the Doctor be present to keep her company, while she was in the ice bath, so she might preserve some of her modesty. She began to shiver under the freezing temperatures the ice brought the water temperature down to, as the Doctor traced her core body temperature. The men watching from the other room shivered as she did, not believing what this woman was willing to do for Don Bruno and his son's safety. Even they were now convinced that she was the real thing. When her core temperature reached 90°, the Doctor looked into the camera, shook his head, "No more." He had Janet and Cynthia pull her out of the bathtub. They removed her wet clothing and wrapped her in warm towels. They took her to her bed, covered her as she shivered trying to regain her normal temperature. The Doctor ordered both women to strip and get in bed with her.

Both women remove their clothing, without blinking an eye. They climbed into bed on both sides of Patricia bathing her with their warmth. It took more than 15 minutes for Patricia's color to start returning to her body, as the Doctor kept taking her temperature, pulse, and cardiac readings. As her body started to return to normal, he turned to the cameras, nodded his head, and returned to his patient. He believed the crisis was over. 




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 03



Patricia continued sleeping after her temperature stabilized at 97°. The Doctor told Janet and Cynthia, they could redress and resume their normal duties.

When she regained consciousness, the first words out of her mouth were, "What time is it?"

The Doctor replied, "It is only 4 o'clock. Soup will be here shortly, and I want you to drink it slowly. I do not want your temperature spike. If it does. You will miss the first message."

"Over your dead body, doctor. I do not care if they have to carry me to that computer. I will catch that bastard if it is the last thing I do."

Don Bruno entered the room and said "Patricia, you will listen to the doctor. There will be more than this one message."

"Don Bruno, you do not understand. The first message is the most important message. It is more informal, and he will stay online longer than necessary trying to taunt you about what he is going to do to Stephano. The longer I have him online, the closer I can zero in on his location. This is a chance in a lifetime. He will screw up only this once. After this, it will all be business. He will make it short and painful for you. I have to catch him now."

"You are certainly a Galina. You would argue with the wall, until the wall fell down."

"It is very funny you should say it that way, Don Bruno. I heard someone saying the same thing about the Valentino family."

"Be nice to your host, Patricia."

"Yes, Don Bruno, I am just trying to help."

"Doctor, make sure she is ready to go by a 5:15 PM. Cynthia make the arrangements for her transfer. She will be coming in my car."

"As you wish, Don Valentino."

At 5 o'clock, the doctor took her temperature, and had it had risen 101°. "Shit, your temperature is on the way up again. You are not going."

"Get me small-bags of ice. Tie them to my wrists underarms, and ankles. That will keep me cool enough to work on the computer.

The Doctor nodded his head and both Cynthia, and Janet sprang into action.

Moments later, they ran into the room, with bags of ice; and what used to be a sheet, cut into strips. They tied the bags around her wrists and ankles as she told him to do, and miraculously, a wheelchair was brought into the room. She had forgotten. She would not be able walk in the condition she was in. She was taken down to the lobby of the hotel, and she saw its name.

When she got into the car she said to Don Bruno, "They forgot to cover my head. I know we are in Miami."

"It is all right, Patricia. My friends have been watching you, since we got here. Everything you have said and done, has led them to believe what I told them about you is true. You are here only to return my son to my arms."

"I would still feel more comfortable, Don Bruno, if I did not know the location of your site. It would protect you from any doubt your friends might have that I may leak this information to anyone else. They may think I am not a risk at this moment, but in the future this may come back to haunt you, and I do not want you to think it would come from me. Our families have been at odds with each other for many generations, and I do not want that to happen again."

"Patricia, your family would have been very proud of you." They covered her head for the remainder of the trip to the facility.

An FBI van was half-mile west of the entourage carrying the Don's to their secret satellite location, and a Blackhawk helicopter was at 6500 feet, monitoring them. They did not need to see them. They could see the radioactive signature inside Patricia's body as clear as day. She could be inside a concrete bunker and they would see it. They were not going to do anything today, except watch. However, the information gained from this exercise was going to be priceless. Every transmission sent and received at this location would now be monitored by government computers and satellites. Warrants would be obtained to use this information in courts all over the world. If you could not control the mob and its activities, you could take away its money and its access to it. The director of the FBI was in direct contact with the Blackhawk and a team of agents was ready to go in and try to get Patricia out at the first sign of trouble.

The doctor kept taking her temperature as 6 o'clock approached. Patricia yelled at him to get out of her way and to get the ice away from the computers because the water could short-circuit them. She was so furious with him; she picked up a bag of ice and threw it at him herself. Janet handed her a towel to wipe her hands as she sat down at the control panel. She lit up her computer, and plugged it in to the massive machines that controlled the satellites. Now came the waiting and that is what they did. 6 o'clock came and went, and no message came from William Zabo.

They were getting ready to leave at 7:15 PM, when the screen opened up with a message: Bruno, did I keep you waiting. I was watching one of my men beat Stephano unconscious. I was having such a wonderful time; I forgot to look at my watch. I am truly sorry I missed the 6 o'clock hour.

While Don Bruno was formulating his answer, Patricia was actively seeking the site of her father's transmission. She knew she could not fake it, because too many eyes were on her. Some were experts on satellite tracking, and any false moves she made would be easily picked up. Her hands moved like magic over the keyboard, as the satellites moved. She looked at Don Bruno and said, "Answer him."

"William, I cannot undo the past. It was my vanity that caused these unfortunate incidents. I want my son back, and I am willing to pay any price, including my life, if that is what will satisfy your needs. I will pay any amount of money. I will go to any place you desire. I will come alone. I will guarantee your safety for the rest of your life. Please give me this opportunity. Bruno

Bruno, as you said you cannot undo the past, and I hold the key to your future. Stephano has done me no harm. He has even acknowledged he has told you it was business, not personal. You were the one that made it personal. Money means nothing to me. I have more of it than I can spend in 10 lifetimes. I want Laura, and my daughter back. If you can do that for me, I will send your son back in one piece.

Patricia gave Don Bruno, a signal to keep him online as she continued the process of tracking him. Just as she had told her father, he ended the conversation under three minutes.

Patricia continued her computations for several moments afterwards, picked her head up, looked at Don Bruno, smiled, and said, "We got him."

Don Bruno hugged her tight and said, "Where is he?"

"Downtown Scottsdale, Arizona. If he had stayed online for another moment, I could have given you the street address, and the apartment number, but he signed off a moment too soon."

The Don looked around the room for confirmation from the other members of the staff, who were in the room watching her. They agreed with her assessment.

The Don said, "Patricia, I told my son that you were worth your weight in gold. You mean more to me than any precious metal."

Patricia grinned at the Don and fainted on to the floor. The Doctor rushed to her side, felt her pulse, and said, "We have got to get this girl back to the hotel, she is burning up."

Don Bruno said, "If anything happens to her, your life expectancy is zero."

The doctor replied, "I understand. In that case, I want to take her to The University of Miami/Jackson Medical Center to run some tests. I suggest you be in another car, while we speed to the hospital."

"Do whatever you have to do, but do not lose her."

The Tahoe skidded onto Tamiami Trail and headed back towards the city of Miami. It picked up speed and was soon at 95 miles an hour cutting in and out of traffic.

They had not driven 15 miles when a Florida State Trooper pulled up behind them with his lights flashing. The driver stuck his hand out the window waving the trooper to come up beside him. The trooper did not, and came up on his loudspeaker for the driver to pull over. The driver stopped jumped out of the car and yelled, "Jackson Medical Center, now!"

The trooper nodded jumped back in his car, and led the way, with the Tahoe on its heels. 

The Black Hawk watched the car following the police car towards the city and called to find out what was going on.

Highway Patrol told them someone was ill and being rushed to the hospital.

Director Free was worried on the off chance it was Patricia he had to have his own team there to take care of her. FBI headquarters was just moments from the hospital and after his phone call agents jumped into action. Three of their medical specialists were called into service, including one that specialized in nuclear medicine. Nurses with FBI and other government secret clearances were called in to work.

The police car roared into the emergency area, followed by the Tahoe who was directed into a space reserved for ambulances. When they pulled Patricia out of the car and put her on the gurney, the agent standing at the door called in a code that was sent to the Director's office.

Her doctor walked into to the ER. He was on staff at the hospital and everyone there knew and greeted him. The ER physicians read his notes and consulted with him about the happenings of the last 24 hours. A myriad of tests were ordered, but instead of Patricia becoming another guinea pig in the ER, she was rushed up to a private suite, which is normally reserved for dignitaries. She would be watched over by private nurses day and night. These were supplied by the FBI.

As soon as her doctor left for the day, the real work began. The FBI doctors, nurses, and technicians rushed her to the laboratories for blood work. Every test, including a Bone Density test was taken to see if the Isotope had invaded the marrow of her bones. Mri and Cat scans were taken within moments of each other. The isotope was running amok in her system and it had to be neutralized as quickly as possible before it did permanent harm.

After the tests were analyzed an agreement was reached. They had to put Patricia through the Positron Emission Tomography Scan and have her body bombarded with gamma rays. The isotopes half-life had to be diminished as far as possible before they did permanent damage to her vital organs, especially her ovaries. They prepared the PET SCAN machines, and readied Patricia for the event. They put her in a light gown, and placed earphones on with soft music playing. The final part was to place her into an induced coma. They did not want her to wake up, while she was in the claustrophobic cylinder.

The next afternoon, when she woke up, she was looking into the angry eyes of Director Michael Free. 

"YOUNG WOMAN, YOUR MOTHER SHOULD HAVE SPANKED YOUR BOTTOM ON MORE THAN ONE OCCASION, DURING YOUR YOUNG LIFE. YOU SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF ME."

"Why, what did I do this time," she asked, innocently? 

"That isotope idea of yours nearly killed you. You were too thin and then you refused to eat properly. When the isotope had nothing to attack on your body, it went after your organs. If that doctor had not gotten you here, in time, there would have been a curious mix of people at your funeral. How was I going to explain what you did to your father? How was I supposed to explain that to me? I do not put trained agents into positions you put yourself in."

"Did you get the information you needed?"

"Do not play with me, Patricia, you know, we did. With what you gave us yesterday, we will be able to track everything they do with their money, their goods, and even their intentions for years to come. The only thing we have to be careful of, is not to become too good at what we are doing. We have to make sure they do not know we are tracking their satellite communications. However, now that we know which satellites they are using, the frequencies, and the hosts who are giving them their satellite time, we can put a large dent into their operations."

"I do not care about their operations; I want their leaders in jail. I want Bruno Valentino in jail forever. I would love to see a needle placed into his arm for the murder of my mother, but I know that will never happen. I really do not know if I will ever be satisfied with my lot in life, until I talk to my father. I miss my mother every moment. She was my rock; she was my stability. One word from her mouth and I was good. If I had a problem, I could talk to her. When she said, "So, what was your problem again," we would both crack-up laughing, because I could not remember why I called her, and what my problem was. She did not deserve to die, and the last words she spoke were to get me out of danger. 'Swordfish,' that word rings in my ear as I go to sleep every night. The last sounds I heard out my mother's mouth sent my world upside down. Instead of being at MIT studying for my doctorate, I am in the real world studying how to kill a mob boss, and his empire. If that is not a change of life story, I do not know what is."

"Whatever I have to do to get you back to a normal, productive life, Patricia, I will move heaven and earth to do it. You deserve it, and so do your mother and 41 other people who died that day."

The director's phone rang. He listened for a moment and then hung up. He said, "Your doctor is on his way up. I have to disappear, but agents will be watching you all the time. Keep me advised of what you are doing, please. I do not need a heart attack, and I already have two daughters that are trying to cause me one."

"I would like to meet them one day. I could show them how it is done."

"Believe me, Patricia, they already know, and they are working hard to accomplish that task. The oldest brought a boy home with a ring through his nose. The agent standing at the front door laughed at my expression. I did not blame him, because it must have been something else."

"You had better go Michael. There are many doctors, but only one Director of the FBI."

Minutes later, her doctor walked in and said, "Good afternoon, Patricia, you are looking better today."

"I am feeling better today, Doctor. I do not know what medicine you ordered, but it seems to have done the trick."

"Yes, your blood work looks good. Your fever is down, and if it stays this way, you will be going home tomorrow."

"Do you have any idea what I had and how it hit me so suddenly?"

"Viruses are like that; they come, they hit you hard, and they leave. Sometimes if they are really bad they could stick around for a long time. Your body chemistry apparently is very good. I would like you to gain some weight, and to stay on my vitamin regimen."

"Why is everyone so conscious of my weight? I have always been very athletic, and very thin."

"You are no longer a teenager, you are young woman, and you are entering a phase of your life where you are going to be extremely active. You are going to be requiring at least 1600 calories a day to maintain the lifestyle you currently have. The Don tells me that you travel all over the city and the boroughs of New York to fix computers and do your computer programming. I would also bet that you are up to all hours of the night, making up new programs for computers. Between lack of sleep and low weight, your body is trying to get your attention. Feed me, or I will get even with you. Your body won this last round handily. If I were you, I would listen to it."

"She will doctor, I guarantee it."

"Oh no, my father is here. I am going to be force-fed like I was as a child."

"Patricia, be nice, or I will have to take you over my knee."

"Stephano said the same thing, only he had a smile on his face when he said it."

"Who said I am not smiling?"

"The doctor is standing in the way Don Bruno. I could not see your face."

"How are you feeling today, Patricia."

"The doctor says I am well enough to go home."

"Tomorrow Patricia, you will be well enough to go home tomorrow. Don Bruno, I would warn your son to stay away from this woman. She has a way of twisting every word that comes out of a man's mouth."

"You have noticed that also, Thomas. I have been subjected to her ferocious tongue. However, there are certain qualities about her that make her uniquely qualified to use the language, as she wishes every now and again."

Patricia sat up in bed with a gleam in her eye, but a worry behind them, as she said, "You found him?"

"You are the eager one, aren't you?"

"I want to fulfill my duty to you Don Bruno. I want to reunite you with your son as quickly as possible."

"You have done more than your share, Patricia. We sent people to Scottsdale from Las Vegas last evening. They asked for a man fitting William's description all morning. We have already found three people who recognized his picture. They also gave a description of his car."

Patricia said, "Let me guess, the same make, model and color as he had, in Italy."

The Don looked at her and asked "How would you know that, Patricia?"

"He is going to be predictable Don Bruno. While you left him alone he fell into habits. While a man is working he is on a very keen edge. He has his skills so finely tuned. He never does the same things twice in the same month, no less the same week. When you left Mister Zabo alone, he became sedentary. Once he became sedentary, that edge left him, and now he is predictable. The more you talk to him online, the closer I can get to him. Soon, I will have you living in the house next door to him. If you want, I can have him invite you over for dinner."

"Patricia, I do not know what made my people invite you to my son's welcome home party, but I will be forever in their debt for doing it."

"I just wish I could return those shoes. They were expensive, and they kill my feet every time I put them on."

"I will buy you 1000 pairs of shoes, custom-made for your feet. Just get me close to William Zabo."

"Will 120 pounds do?"

"125 pounds and not 1 ounce less."

"I thank you, Don Bruno, and so does my backside."

"What backside, you do not have one."

The next day, as they were driving back to his home in New York, a phone was ringing in the car. Everyone checked to see if it was theirs, except Patricia. The phone continued to ring and eventually everyone started looking at her.

She said, "Why are you all looking at me, they did not let me bring my cell phone."

Both Janet and Cynthia nodded their heads in agreement, but the phone continued to ring. Patricia opened her bag and there was a cell phone in it. She picked it up and said, "Hello?"

The muffled voice on the other end said, "Let me talk to Bruno."

Patricia looked at the Don and said, "It is a man, and he wants to talk to you."

"Who is this?"

"Is that a nice way to talk to the man who has your son, Bruno?"

"You have some pair of balls, William."

"I thought you looked quite nice in your red jacket this morning, Bruno. However, you did look a little tired. Did you sleep well during the night? Are you worried about Stephano? Are you worried about his health, and how badly he was beaten yesterday? You will receive an email address where you will see for yourself how well, or unwell we are treating him. I know you think I am in Scottsdale, Arizona. Yes, I was there, but airplanes fly both ways. You get in your private airplane, I get in my private airplane, and we fly all over the world. Your computer expert is very fast; I must congratulate him. I almost stayed online too long. If you had people in town, they could have gotten to me, before I had time to leave. How tragic that would have been for Stephano. I will call you again tonight on this telephone. If you try to open the back of it, it will short out and erase its memory. Go online to the email address I send you, look at your son, and wait for my call. Goodbye, Bruno."




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 03



Bruno was irate. "That sonofabitch was close enough to see the color of my jacket and no one saw him."

Patricia said, "Who packed my bags? Was the phone in my bag before the clothes went in, or afterwards?"

Cynthia said, "I packed your clothes, and there was no cell phone in it, when I closed it up."

"Don Bruno, can you get access to the hospitals security tapes? If you can, we can see how he disguised himself to get by all the security that was around me, and how he put the phone in my bag."

The Don looked at his people, and said, "Why do I have to get suggestions like these from a 22-year-old girl, when I have you people, who are supposed to give me these ideas? Angelo, get it done."

"I am already on the phone, sir."

Patricia nudged the Don with her elbow. She leaned over to him and said, "I do not want to get your people in trouble, they are very faithful to you. Do not yell at them."

"Patricia, if I do not yell at them, the will not believe it is me."

When they arrived at his home, there was a police car stationed in front of it. Angelo went to find out what was going on. He talked amiably, with the police officer for a few minutes, before returning to speak with the Don.

"Don Bruno," he said, "it seems that Zabo has sent a letter to the District Attorney advising him that your son has been kidnapped, and being held, out of state, for ransom. He would like to speak to you, at your convenience, about this matter."

"Tell the police officer to thank the District Attorney for his concern. Stephano is on vacation, in Switzerland, after a grueling academic career and is out of touch for at least another three weeks, while climbing in the Alps. The letter must be a hoax."

After the message was delivered, the police officer left the scene, and Don Bruno entered his home. Patricia was delivered to her home shortly thereafter. She went over her equipment, looking for any sign of tampering or devices that could indicate her equipment was being piggybacked to another source. She ran her alternate debugging program and found two hidden programs that did not belong to her. She smiled because they were so infantile. She left them in her computer so the culprits would think she had not noticed them. However, she would only give them the information she wanted them to have. 

As she was making dinner, something disturbed her. The people at the satellite center were very smart. They were too smart to have put in such a primitive program. It had to be a ploy. She had been set up to find those two programs, so she would not look deeper to find the real ones. It was something that she would do herself. She went back to her computer and did it again. When she found them, she said, "Very cute guys, really cute, now I am going to get even with you for playing with my computer."

She picked up her landline and while she was pushing the buttons she said, "I have to go to the print shop tomorrow." She heard 'Click Click' before the telephone started to ring, and her foster mother picked up the phone.

"Hi, mom, how are you..." They had a short family conversation that seemed innocuous enough, if anyone was listening in.

The next day when she arrived at the print shop. She went into the basement and hooked up to its computer with her 'Garden of Eden' flash drive. She tuned in the frequency for the satellite center outside Miami, and once she received the tone, she sent the message. 

30 seconds later everything electronic in that center died and unnatural death. Computer experts, technicians, electricians, and anyone who was anyone in that facility was looking for a reason for that failure. They could not afford to be off-line. Every moment meant millions of dollars in lost transactions. They could no longer track the movements of shipments of goods. They had lost everything, and they did not know why. They were in the dark, and they had to explain to someone why the billion-dollar investment could not produce what was promised. All this happened because they played with the wrong woman's $6000 laptop computer. Apparently, you did not fuck around with Mother Nature, or Patricia Parent Garrett.

Hysterical phone calls came from the very top. "Patricia, what are you doing," Michael Free demanded to know. "We have lost contact with their satellite facility."

"Why do you always blame me when something goes wrong?"

"When something like this happens, Patricia, it has your fingerprints all over it."

"They hid a bug in my computer. They thought they were being very cute about it too. I just sent them a message, to keep their fingers out of my pie."

"It works both ways. If they cannot track the movements of their goods, neither can we. Turn them back on Patricia."

"Are you always going to ruin my fun, Michael? I worked a very long time developing this program. I worked even longer on the program to reverse it. I think I am going to charge you, my hourly fee for this service."

"How many hours could you possibly charge me to turn them off, and reverse the process."

"Let me see, three hours a day, over six years at $800 an hour comes to $3,504,000 for this service."

"You are going to charge me more than $3 million every time you do this?"

"3.5 million dollars, Michael, I do not want you to shortchange me."

"You are going to bankrupt the Bureau."

"If you had said Please, I would have done it for free. You have made me very angry with you, Michael."

"I swear your mother should have spanked you."

"I have the feeling you want to spank me."

"You have no idea how many times that thought has come past my mind, and it has no sexual connotation involved. I just want to beat some sense into you. You are putting yourself in constant danger, and you have no idea how to defend yourself."

"Thank you for your concern, Michael, but I have to do it my way. I believe my dad is in New York. If you could keep some people around me surreptitiously, that would be fine. However, I do not want to see them. If I notice them, Bruno's people will also. I know they are watching me. There are two women that are always around me. I stay close to Bruno, to keep him comfortable with me. I do everything he asks, quickly, professionally, and correctly. He has never found fault in anything I have done. One day, the Justice Department will have to call him in. They will have to ask him about his involvement with the murders of Laura Parent, Patricia Parent, Sandra Francis, and the 40 students at the University of Massachusetts. They will have sworn statements from Laura Parent, Patricia Parent, and William Zabo stating the facts of his involvement with a crime family, his father's assassination by the other members of the commission. The U.S. Attorney will have conversations recorded within the last few months, at the request of Mister Zabo, and with the approval of the Federal Courts, between Bruno and William. You have to have all of this set up now, Michael. I will be talking to my dad every night. We will be playing chess, while they will be playing checkers."

"All right Patricia, I will talk to the Attorney General and get the ball moving. It will not take him more than two days to get everything set up in New York. Keep your father on the move. He is not to stay at the same place for more than one day. Give him my cell number. If he needs help, have him call me, and he will have it. And dammit, turn their satellites back on so we can follow their movements."

"Michael, you must calm down. It sounds like your daughters are getting close to giving you that heart attack."

"Patricia, since I met you I have decided my daughters are angels."

"Their satellites just came back on Michael, and you did not say please. That will be $3.5 million within the next 30 days, or there will be a 2.5% interest charge every month thereafter."

"I told you my daughters were angels."

"The money will go to charity in your name, Michael."

"You are going to kill me, Patricia."

12. Language and The Arts

Jemma returned home to her apartment after six grueling hours of language training, wanting only to climb out of her clothes and submerge her body into a hot tub. She was in her fifth week of training, and her throat hurt from the constant repetition of vowels, consonants, and combinations thereof. Her back hurt because she had to stand while doing these exercises. This she did not understand. As a flight attendant, all she did was stand for hours on end, while the aircraft was in the air. It should be no different, while speaking into a microphone. The worst part of her day was listening to herself on each playback. She had never heard herself speak before. Now she was embarrassed by her own voice. She threw her bag down, turned into the hallway leading to her bedroom, and started unbuttoning her blouse. Suddenly, she stopped in her tracks. Had she seen someone sitting in her living room? No, it was not possible. The alarm was still activated when she got home, and she had turned it off when she entered. However, something still gnawed at her. She turned around and walked back towards the living room. She peeked around the edge to see if anyone was there. 

Sitting by the fireplace was a man reading a newspaper. Her eyes opened wide as she recognized his hair. She screamed, "Edward, is it really you?"

He raised his head and looked at her with a big smile on his face. "Jemma, do you always give strange men the key to your apartment; and the code to your security alarm?"

She screamed again, as she crushed him in her arms "Edward, you do not know how happy I am to see you. How are you? How was your trip? How long can you stay here with me? Talk to me, dammit, say something."

"Jemma, are you quite finished now?"

"Yes, Edward, I was very excited to see you sitting here in our apartment."

He did not answer her, he put his lips to hers and brought the sparkle back in to her eyes. 

"Edward, you nasty man, I just came."

"Absence does make the heart grow fonder!"

"Can you imagine what would have happened if I had not seen you for the three months you said it might be?"

He smiled at his lovely lady, and said, "If it ever is that long, Jemma, I will make sure the first time I kiss you, we are in the bathtub."

She buried her head in his shoulder as she giggled at his statement. 

"Edward, may I ask you for something?"

"Yes, you may."

"Can we take a shower, and make love for the rest of the day?"

"It was exactly what I had planned Jemma. So tomorrow you may ask me for anything else you want. I also have a gift for you. Would you like it now, or afterwards?"

"You are enough of a gift for me. Your other gift can wait until tomorrow."

"Towels are laid out on your bed. Champagne is in the refrigerator, and the telephone is disconnected. Shall we take our shower, now?"

Jemma nodded her head, and began undressing where she stood. She had lost a little weight, since he had seen her a few weeks ago. He would talk to her about it later. She was not to be upset, while they were apart. She was minutes from Washington, D.C., all its cultural events, and fine restaurants. She was to make use of them. He wants to her to expand our knowledge base, both educationally and culturally. She would never be able to match his or Laura's capability, and he would never compare them to the other. However, while she was here he wanted her to use this opportunity to explore her new universe.

She climbed into the shower first, and turned on the water. He climbed in after her and quickly pinned her against the wall.

"Oh, Edward," she cried lustfully as he attacked her breasts with his teeth and tongue. His left hand pulled her hair back exposing her neck to him, and his right hand went to her pussy and invaded it. If they were under the stream of water coming from the showerhead, it would be easy to understand why so much fluid was flowing from her body. However, they were not, and Jemma was in heat. He knelt down in front of her, suctioned his mouth against her pussy, and drank from her 'Well of Life.' His tongue tortured her clit, as his fingers probed her ass.

Jemma cried out, "Yes, Edward, fuck my ass. Make me come again. I want to come just like the last time."

Edward replied, "Jemma, I was lucky last time, this time it may hurt."

"Try, my love, try it for me. I will tell you if it is too much for me to bear."

Jemma had a variety of lotions and liquid soaps in the shower, and he was going to use them to their best advantage.

"Turn around Jemma, grab the wall, and spread your legs. I will try to bring you to heaven, again."

"I was already in heaven, when I saw you sitting in the living room. Everything else is a bonus. Do it to me Edward; pleasure me with your hands. My body is yours to do with as you please. I love you with all my heart."

Edward moved the shower spray to hit Jemma on her shoulders and back. He moved lotions onto the floor, to help ease his fingers entry into her ass. His left hand moved to her cunt. He inserted two fingers into her vaginal canal and searched for the rough spot on the top of her lining. His thumb was on her clit and playing with it softly.

Jemma cried out, "Harder, please, you know I like it harder."

"Jemma, have I ever let you down, have I ever left you hanging on the edge, and not helped you over the precipice to your orgasm."

"No Edward, you have always taken care of me wonderfully."

"I am going to take you on a trip up a very tall mountain. A slow and painful climb, where each breath requires deep concentration, and when you finally reach the top, my love, you will see a supernova no woman has ever seen before."

"Take me there Edward, I trust you with my body and my soul."

He continued playing softly with her clit, as his fingers slid slowly against her G spot. Her hips began to move in a slow lustful dance with them.

Water was cascading down her back, and he wet his right hand with it. He lubricated it with soap, and went after her ass hole with one finger at a time pushing the soap inside, and twisting the finger around to leave as much of the compound inside as possible. 

Jemma did not react to these first intrusions. She reacted when he put his thumb into her ass. She danced her ass around it.

He soaped three fingers, and brought them to her entrance. He removed his fingers from her pussy and held on to her belly as he pushed the three ever so slowly into her rectum.

This got Jemma's attention. Edward asked her, "Would you like me to reduce it to two fingers for a little while, until you become more comfortable?"

She replied, "Yes please Edward, I seem to be a little tight today."

"I will not go any further than you want me to Jemma. I am going to go to one finger, and lubricate your inside more. Relax while I do this."

True to his word, he used one finger to drive more lubricant up her rectum; and deeper into her chute. He coated his fingers with moisturizer and told Jemma, that he was going to put two fingers into her.

He held her by her belly again, but this time his pinky was on her button, massaging it, and attempting to distract her. He put three lubricated fingers close together and pushed them into her ass, quickly. 

She did not react, like she had the last time. Her hips were moving and her head was up, instead of down.

"How are you, Jemma, how do you feel?"

"This is great Edward keep going. I will be able to take another finger in a moment."

"I am going to put more lotion on you. I want you to bend down further, stick your ass out towards me, and spread your legs as wide as you can. I will not allow you to fall."

"I know Edward, I trust you." She felt more lotion being poured onto her asshole and prepared for him to put another finger in her.

"Play with your pussy. I want you to cum as I put my next finger in you; just like we did the last time."

Jemma placed her head against the shower wall for balance. She moved her right hand to her pussy, played its lips, tunnel, and clit. She was pummeling her vagina with her fingers, while Edward was pummeling her ass, with his. In her brain, it felt like stroke and counter stroke. She was pushing in, as he was pulling out. She wanted to change it to hammer blows. She hesitated, and pounded in as Edward did. Two piston strokes were hitting the core of her body at the same second. Sparks flew to her brain as she came.

Edward yelled, "Good girl, wonderful girl, you are dream come true, Jemma, a wonderful dream."

She was still coming off her high and Edward's words kept her floating, between heaven and earth for that much longer.

Edward folded his pinky finger into the palm of his hand, and pushed it into Jemma's ass without any problem. He poured more lubricant into his palm and closed his thumb into it. He poured more lubricant over his thumb and wrist until they were saturated. His left hand moved to her pussy, and he shoved three fingers inside her pussy swiftly. Jemma's head reared back, as Edwards hands pounded into her. Her hand had been evicted from her cunt. She moved it to her clit, and played with it forcefully. She could see the mountaintop. Edward told her that each breath would require extreme concentration and as she looked at the precipice, she concentrated with every fiber of her being. Nothing else mattered, except getting to the highest point of that mountain. It was inches away; seconds away. She reached out her hand and...

Edward sensed that Jemma was about to reach the top. She was standing on her toes. The muscles in her legs were taught, her right hand was moving over her clit, like a blur. Her head was back as far as it could go. Her mouth was open her breathing had stopped. She was ready to scream. He pushed his hand forward quickly, and it happened. Her asshole opened up, accepted his hand up to his wrist into her colon, and closed tightly around it.

Jemma screamed at the top of her lungs, fluids poured from her body as her mind looked over the top of the mountain. She saw this Star flash into Plasma bright enough to light her entire universe. She was in awe of this Stars magnificence, however, she was totally and blissfully unaware that it was she who was magnificent.

Edward was in a conundrum. The water was getting cold. This was not a five-star hotel, where it would run hot for hours upon end. He had planned to leave his wrist and hand inside her ass so Jemma could see that it truly fit there. This would have to wait for another time and another place. He poured more lubricant around her rectum, and removed his hand slowly from her. He watched as the muscles closed to its normal size within seconds. That never ceased to amaze him. It never ceased to amaze him that a woman could give birth to a child the size of a watermelon through an opening the size of a lemon. God was certainly great in his design of the human body. 

He cleaned his hands, washed Jemma's backside and turned off the water. Every time he went to pick up his beauty, he reminded himself to start exercising again. She did not have an ounce of fat on her. However, she was nearly 6 feet tall, and 130 pounds. He was only 60 pounds heavier than she was, and truth be told, his muscles were a little out of shape. He did not want to have an accident carrying her to bed every time they played this game in the shower. When this thing with Bruno was over, and he had to decide where they were going to live; wherever that was, there would be a gym set up in their home. 

Jemma's eyes popped open, and she said, "Oh God, you are at it again."

"Correct me if I am wrong, Jemma, but wasn't it you that said 'Can we take a shower, and make love for the rest of the day?' There was no mention of taking a nap, or a break in that sentence was there?"

"Edward, not only am I going to have to learn to speak properly, I am going to have to learn how to use the language properly."




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 04



Note: This is a work of Fiction. Although the areas this story takes place in are real; the landscapes depicted, the people described, and everything else this story uses to make it enjoyable reading are NOT REAL. As you read this story, try to remember: "THIS IS A NOVEL."

The author retains all rights to this story.

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13. Hidden and Found

What are the chances of two graduate students from the University of Massachusetts, in Amherst, running into one another, in a city of over 8 million people, at 8: 30 a.m. on a Wednesday morning? Unfortunately on that Wednesday morning, it happened to Patricia Garrett as she was on her way to the print shop. She was being followed by Janet, who was across the street from her, and Cynthia, who was about 20 yards behind her. The Don told her they were there for her security, because he did not want anyone to attempt to take her, like they had taken Stephano.

She laughed at him, when he said that to her. "What would they do with me, Don Bruno? Of what value am I to them? I have no family who could raise a large ransom. I have no political influence. Taking me would be taking a piece of driftwood and they know it."

Don Bruno laughed. "You may be driftwood, Patricia, but you are my driftwood, and I will allow nothing to happen to you."

"As you wish, Don Bruno, and your driftwood has good news for you. Your driftwood has gained 18 ounces."

"You probably weighed yourself after you drank a glass of water, Patricia."

"No, Don Bruno, I was holding a glass of milk."

Both of them laughed for a moment, but Don Bruno finished by saying, "You will put on some weight young woman; I do not want you getting ill again."

"I am eating better, Sir, and I am taking the vitamins the doctor told me to take. I eat three meals a day. Each evening, I have meat, chicken, or fish, plus a vegetable. I cannot do any better than that."

"All right Patricia, I can see you are trying. Come here for dinner Friday night. I am expecting another message that evening, with pictures of Stephano, from Zabo. I want to see if he slips up again."

"I am at your service, Don Bruno.

As she was thinking about the Friday meeting, she heard someone yell from across the street, "Patty, Patty, it is me, Steve."

She was not sure why she stopped, but she did. All through her college and graduate school years, all her friends called her Patty. She looked across the street and saw a young man running towards her. She recognized him and thought, "Oh shit."

He ran towards her, grabbed her, and kissed her cheek like an old friend. If he stopped there, everything would have been fine, but he didn't. Before she could say anything to him, he said aloud, "We all thought you were dead. We thought you had died in the explosion at school."

Patricia looked across the street to see if Janet had heard him; she did. She had her telephone in her hand, getting ready to make a call. She turned and saw Cynthia reaching into her handbag reaching for her gun.

She grabbed Steve by his jacket, pulled him, and yelled, "Run."

He did not understand why, but when he saw Patricia start to run, he moved like he was on fire.

Cynthia was aiming her gun at Patricia, when a shot rang out from behind her and knocked Cynthia to the floor. Janet was tackled to the ground before her call could be connected to the Dons' house.

By the time Patricia reached the end of the street, a black sedan was there, waiting for them. A man and a woman were standing there, with guns drawn and ID showing, ordering Steve and her into the back seat. Once the door closed, the car screamed across the street and headed across town to a safe house. Patricia was frightened. Steve was white with fear. He had no idea what he had walked into that morning.

Steve asked, "Patty, what the hell is going on?"

An agent in the front seat yelled, "Keep quiet, and do not say a word."

Patricia looked at Steve and shrugged her shoulders.

As they approached the Hudson River, the driver made a hard right turn, into the underground garage of a high-rise building. He brought the car to a screeching halt by the elevator. One agent got out of the car and hit the call button for the elevator. When it arrived, he locked it in position, ordered Patricia and Steve from the car, and into the elevator. They brought them both up and into a fourth floor apartment, where they closed and triple barred the door. From the outside it may have looked like in normal apartment, however, from the inside, it was an armed camp. It took up one third of the entire fourth floor. There were concrete barriers and two large safe rooms, one on each side of the apartment. It had a commercial kitchen, with two huge refrigerators, a grill, and an oven that could fit three turkeys in it. The entire set up looked like it could cook for 30 to 40 people at one time.

They separated Steve and Patricia, so they could interrogate both of them individually. After 15 minutes, they realized the meeting was completely accidental. Blown operations normally happened this way.

In Washington, the Director of the FBI was in the daily presidential briefing, when one of his staff members came in, and handed him an urgent message. He did not realize he verbalized it, when he said, "Fuck."

The president and those around the table, who knew the calm and cool director of the FBI, for many years, turned their heads toward him and laughed.

The president was not going to let Michael off the hook, because it had been a long time since he had something he could razz him on. "Michael, would you like to let us in on your little word problem?"

"Mister President, it is a female problem."

"Are you having an affair, Michael, or would you like to explain that answer."

"Mister President, would you the awful truth, or a gory lie"

"Somehow, Michael, I think the real story is going to be more fascinating than the lie to us this morning."

"Approximately 7 weeks ago, a 22-year-old woman walked in to our building. She handed us material that could help us bring down the five New York crime families. Her only request was that she be allowed to take down the Valentino family by herself. The supervisor she was speaking to said no, because she had no law enforcement experience or training. She stood up, and before she left said, "I am going to shut down all your computers tomorrow at noon. Goodbye." The supervisor laughed at her, because he thought it was not possible for anyone to do that to our computers. She gave him a card with her cell phone number on it. She said the only way to have the computers turned back on, was for me personally to call her, and beg her to turn them back on. The supervisor called the head of our computer security area. He told him about the threat to our computer system, and he was laughed off the phone. The next day, at 11:55 AM this young woman called the supervisor to make sure he had her card available. He said he did. She said, into two minutes, the building would go dark. Mister President, for the first time in FBI history, at 12 PM exactly our computers, our building, and our backups at Fort Meade went off-line for no apparent reason. All of our systems went out at the same exact moment. There was no rational cause for it. Our engineers could not find a reason. The supervisor called me and told me about the previous day's threat, and gave me Patricia's phone number. I called her immediately and told her in no uncertain terms to put our computers back on line. She joked with me for a few minutes, stating that our computers could not possibly be off-line, because it was impossible to do. I had to beg her to put them back on line, because our nationwide police system could not function without them. She taped me offering her complete immunity against state, federal, local, and municipal crimes, and told me in 30 seconds the computers would be back online. Mister President, in 30 seconds everything was back to normal. I hit the panic button, and ordered the building sealed because I did not want this woman to get out of our building after she told me she was in our cafeteria. I went down to the cafeteria and talked with her and her attorney, who I know very well, about what she did, and how she did it. I was so impressed with her; I hid her from the CIA, Homeland Security, and the NSA, when they showed up at my building to try and take her from me. As she was getting ready to leave, she asked if she could use our main frame. I gave her permission to do it at any time she wanted. She said she wanted to use it that day to give the Chinese a cold. When I asked her what she meant, she replied that she wanted to turn off every computer in China. Mister President, she was not kidding. Her program can do it. I got out of it gracefully, by saying that we did not do that stuff out of our building. I told her it was the Treasury Departments job to do it. She said, "Okay, I will go over there tomorrow and introduce myself. I will turn all of their computers off from there. I only wished she was joking, but in my heart I knew she was not."

She wormed her way into the Valentino crime family somehow, and ingratiated herself to both the Don and his son, Stephano. The Don liked her so much that he had her help him find a man that turned out to be Patricia's father. She knew this, before the actual event. She warned her father to be prepared to move and he did right after the event. She helped lead us to their satellite tracking facility in the Florida Everglades, something we were unable to find before. She did this by having herself injected with an extremely high dosage of a radioactive isotope. After she successfully did what Don Valentino needed her to do, she became ill with radioactive poisoning and had to be rushed to a Miami hospital. Her doctor did not know this, but I had a team waiting for her. She barely survived. This morning, quite by accident, a fellow student of hers from Amherst saw her in downtown New York. He crossed the Street and yelled, "We all thought you had died in the blast at school." Two of the Don's people were following her as a protection detail. When they realized she was our mole, one of them went to make a phone call, and the other drew her pistol to kill her. One of my men shot the woman with the gun, and another stopped the woman before she could make a phone call. This young woman will not allow us to keep her cooped up. She is so hardheaded that logic does not work on her. She will still want to take down the family by herself. I cannot put her in jail because she has done nothing illegal. I have no idea what I am going to do with her, Mister President. She is going to cause me the heart attack my two daughters have been trying to give me for the past 16 years. I do not want to lose that girl, I would never forgive myself.

The president looked around the room and asked for suggestions. The chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff suggested inducting her into the military, because we were at war. The head of the NSA said to give her to him. He would let her play with the Cray 4 computer, when things were slow.

Michael Free said, "Do not do that. It would cause the end of civilization as we know it." The president laughed at him

"Michael," the president said, "I am declaring that girl a 'National Treasure. I want her delivered to Fort Killian, Texas, as soon as possible, and in chains, if necessary. Put a tank battalion around her and protect her at all costs. Give her access to any computer she wants, and if she wants to walk around the perimeter of the base, let her. However, she is not allowed to step 1 inch off of it. If she wants to take any playmates with her, she can; just get her out of here and safe. Go Michael, do it now."

"Thank you, Mister President; I am on my way to New York."

Patricia was thinking the same thing. They are going to put me in a hole in the ground. They will never let me free again. I will not let that happen. Maybe I should get sick again, and escape from the hospital. She liked that idea, but that would only be step one. She needed to get out of New York and the surrounding area; otherwise she would still be trapped like a rat. She needed an airplane. She had the money to rent one, but with the FBI and the mob looking for her to do something like that. Her chances of success were minimal. She needed outside help, and there was one person, on the outside that could help her; her dad.

She opened her computer and went to her website and typed in a question, "Papa, I you are there, I need help. I am in trouble. My cover was blown this morning. Contact me as soon as you can."

"William was online. He was showing his blushing bride the pictures of Laura and Patricia on the ranch in Glen Falls, as part of the preparation for her to have someplace to go, if something were to happen to him. When the icon popped up in the corner of his screen, he clicked on it, and saw the message. He replied immediately.

"Daughter, I am here. Do you have any ideas on how would you like me to handle things, or would you like me to set it up?"

"Papa, they are holding me in a fortress like building. An army could not get me out of here. I am going to get sick, and they are going to have to take me to the nearest hospital. We are close to the Hudson River, between 9th and 10th Ave. The Greater New York Hospital is at 75 Ninth Avenue. I plan to escape from that hospital. However, I do not know what to do from there. The feds will try to stop me. If the Valentino's find out I am there, the Don will try to kill me. I have to get out of town as quickly as possible; that means an airplane. I have the money for that, thanks to you, but if I try to rent an aircraft, everyone will know it. Do you have any ideas?"

Daughter, I have many ideas. However, I must tell you something first. Please do not be angry with me. I was married a few days ago to a lovely young woman a few years older than yourself. I love her dearly, as I loved your mother. Her memory will always be with me, however, I could not live in the past forever. I hope you understand.

"Papa, I am happy for you. I believe mom would be also. She knew if you could have had the opportunity to be with her, you would have been there. It was never to be. I hope the both of you have a long and happy marriage."

"Thank you very much for your kind words, Patricia. Jemma and I look forward to seeing you very soon. This is my idea, and I believe it will work to your advantage. I have found your hospital on the web. It is very close to 16th Street. Run as fast as you can, West on 16th St. towards the Hudson River. I will have a boat there to take you across the river to New Jersey. Run Patricia, your life depends on it. I will have cars there to block the roads from any vehicles trying to catch you. I cannot afford to have you trapped inside one. I will be waiting for you, when you finish your crossing. I love you, my child, and cannot wait to see you once more, Papa."

"Papa, we did not set a date. How soon can you have all of this ready?"

"Patricia, I believe the best time for everything to take place will be 5:30 AM tomorrow morning. Everything will be in place before you get to the river. I will be there, with my bride. Everything will be fine, from that point forward."

Michael Free arrived at the safe house at 8 PM that evening to find Patricia curled up like a ball on her bed. He screamed at the agents in care of her. "Did any of you idiots check on her during the day?"

"No Sir, we thought she was sleeping."

"Where is the closest hospital? We have got to get her there now. The radiation sickness is probably back. Get our doctors on the phone and get them over to that hospital."

"Sir, The greater New York Hospital is the closest hospital to us. It is at 75 9th Avenue."

"Carry her down to the car, gently, and take her to that hospital. I will be right behind you."

"Yes Sir, everyone is on the move, now." One of the agents grabbed Steve by his collar and dragged him out of the apartment. He saw them carrying Patricia, and wondered what was happening?

While he was in the car racing with the agents to the hospital, he asked what was wrong with his friend.

The agent replied, "Radiation poisoning."

The agent realized his mistake. He turned to Steve and said, "If those words ever leave your mouth, you will be in Fort Leavenworth prison for the rest of your natural life. It will be a breach of the National Security Act of the United States. There will be no trial, and no appeal. You will not pass go, and you will not collect your $200. You will disappear off the face of the earth forever. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir, I understand."

The entourage reached the hospital within minutes. It was not what they expected, but it would do for now. The agent carried Patricia in and lay her down on a gurney. Director Free showed his identification and asked to speak to the highest-ranking Doctor in the facility. When she arrived, he took her aside and told her that Patricia was suffering from radiation poisoning; and what had been done for her already, in Miami.

The Doctor was incredulous. "How the hell did she get radiation poisoning?"

Director Free said, "She did it to herself. She is a strong-headed woman, and when she decides to do something, nothing on God's good earth can stop her. Believe me when I tell you, Doctor, I tried everything I knew to stop her from doing this to herself. She would not listen to my advice. She went behind my back, to a hospital up in the Bronx, to have it done."

The Doctor replied, "There are protocols to be followed. There are forms to be filled out. You have to get permission from the highest authorities in the FDA and the CDC. How did she circumvent those things?"

"I will give you the short answer to your question: MONEY! She bribed her way through the whole procedure. Very few people will say no to $50,000 for a few moments work. It nearly cost to her life the first time, I do not want to lose her, now."

"We do not have a PET SCAN here. The best I can do until tomorrow morning is give her a Mega dose of Immunoglobulin to help ward off the effects of the radiation poisoning. All of the trauma care centers on the east side are closed, because of a commuter train accident. We will have to keep her here overnight and move her first thing tomorrow morning, when they reopen."

"Alright doctor, just do not let her die during the night. Here is my card. If she runs into any problems, call me immediately."

As the director was leaving, Steve intercepted him and asked, "Would it be alright if I stay with Patty for a little while?"

"Yes, go ahead, it may even help her."

When Steve entered her room, the nurses were hanging bags of IV fluids, and the immunoglobulin. They looked at him and asked what he was doing there.

He said "The director said he could stay with her, and it may even help if she had a friend by her side."

The nurse smiled at him and agreed. She told him to go to the lounge, get one of the more comfortable chairs, and bring it back to the room, while they finished hooking Patricia up to the IVs.

When he came back, the guard was posted outside the room, but the inside of the room was empty, except for Patty.

He took her hand in his and held it. He said out loud, "I did not mean to cause you all these problems. If I could take today back, I would have stayed home and put my head in the freezer."

Patricia scanned the room through slits in her eyes and said softly, "Your head would have looked silly as a popsicle. Keep quiet and listen to me, Steve. I am fine. The radiation sickness is gone. I am faking this illness, so I can escape from the hospital early tomorrow morning. I do not want the Feds to lock me away, like a piece of jewelry. I want to complete the task I started, even though I can no longer do it from the inside. I know you meant me no harm. I would have reacted the same way you did, if things were reversed. How were you to know I was working undercover, when you thought I was dead? You could not know I was being followed. If you are willing to stay with me all night, you can help me with my plans to escape."




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 04



"Patty, after what I did to you today, I would do anything you ask me to help you."

"Great Steve, you are real friend. Here is what I need you to do..."

Every few hours, her FBI agent would step into the room to make sure everything was as it was supposed to be. Steve looked over at him and told him that she had not moved, but her breathing was steady and she felt cool. He did not know if cool is good or not, but he was thankful that she was breathing okay. The agent asked him if he planned on stating all night. Yes, he replied, and when they move her tomorrow, he would get a change of clothes from his apartment and follow her to her new hospital. He was in love with her at school, but she never gave him or anyone else, the time of day. We all thought we lost her in the explosion, and it was a big blow to the entire school. I will stay with her, until I know she is out of danger.

The agent nodded his head and walked back outside the room, sat down in his chair, and continued to read his book.

Steve asked Patricia how he did.

"I did not know you loved me."

"Shit Patty, every man, at the school, loved you. You never took your nose out of a book long enough to notice us."

"Are you sure it was love, or was it lust?"

"If you had given any of us a chance, there would have been a ring on your finger by now."

She turned her head and looked away. She wondered if what he said was true. Had she turned a blind eye to everyone at school? Or was it the fear of what eventually happened to her mother, and to herself that made her so skittish to form any kind of relationship. She would never know now.

Steve saw the change in her, and said, "Patty, I did not mean to upset you, please forgive me."

"There were so many things going on while I was growing up that forced me to live the way I did. I did not mean to hurt any of you, and I find out I hurt myself too."

"Do not think about it now. All you have to think about is living, and getting away from those who want to harm you. Everything else will take care of itself."

At 10 o'clock, the nurse came with the medicine cart to change the immunoglobulin bags. The agent checked her ID, and followed her into the room to make sure nothing was added to the mixture that would harm, Patricia.

The nurse said, "I have been at this hospital for 13 years. Do you think I am would harm any patient, for any reason, now?"

"Ma'am, I have my orders. I mean no disrespect, but the director would have my head on his desk, if anything would happen to Miss Garrett."

The nurse looked at all the monitors and said to the agent, "She seems to be doing fine. Her vital signs are strong. Her oxygen absorption rate is good. She just has a little flutter in her heart, which is probably caused by the radiation. I will be happy when they move her to the Eastside Hospital, where they can get her into the PET scan, and do this job properly."

"Is she in any immediate danger? Should I call the director and let him know what is going on?"

"No, not at all; she is definitely stable, and will handle the night easily. I will be back in four hours to change the medicine. Young man, if you see any change in her ring her bell; and I will be back immediately."

Steve joked with the nurse, "I tried to ring her bell all through graduate school. It did not work then; at least I know it will work now."

The nurse and the agent both laughed as they left the room.

When the room was empty, Patricia opened her eyes and said, "Steve you have to stop doing that. I almost laughed with them."

"It is the truth, Patty. It can still happen, if you let it."

"I cannot go there now Steve. I have too much going on in my life to think about what might be in my future. Distract me, please, tell me what you are doing. Who are you working for? Who are you dating? Who do you see from school? Fill me in on what is happening on the outside of my bubble."

"I work for myself. I am a company of one. I opened a small software company, and I am hoping to grow it into something more than what it is. I worked for a larger company, but could not stand the constraints they put on me. I work so many hours, during the day and night; I do not have time to date anyone. Every once and again, I do get a call, from someone we knew at school, and we try to catch up over dinner and a few drinks. I live in an apartment, very close to where we met. I was on my way to my office, when I saw you. That is the story of my life since I left graduate school."

"You probably will not believe me when I tell you I envy you. No one has tried to blow you up, kill you, or kill your family. You have not had to change your identity, kidnap anyone that you liked, trying to keep him safe. You have not had to break a law to make sure someone was not hurt, by that gangster. I was so innocent, while I was at school, Steve. Now I am ready to kill anyone to kill the man who is responsible for the death of my mother, and my friends, while trying to stop him from killing my father and me."

"Why won't you let the authorities do their job?"

"I know he did it. They do not have enough evidence against him to put him in jail forever. He is also responsible for Sandy's death, and for blowing up the dormitory. They cannot prove that either. However, I know it is true. He was trying to kill me, and he missed. He killed 41 of our friends instead. He lives in the lap of luxury, and does not worry about those deaths at all. Our friends' parents are devastated, by the loss of their children, and he deals out death every day, like it is candy. I have his son, and I intend to use him to get even with Bruno Valentino, even if I have to go to jail, afterwards."

"Patty, you cannot do an evil, to avenge an evil. It is not supposed to work that way, in a civilized society. We suffered the terrible loss of our friends. You also lost your mother. That does not give us the right to become judge and jury against the man; even the man who ordered those killings. We have laws that are supposed to protect us from people like that. We have to let them work. Please do not become a criminal to avenge the deaths of your mother, and our friends. I bet you I could get our classmates together and help you in your quest to put these people away. We can use our computer skills to track every movement they make, and supplying the police with information to put them away. They even may be able to shut down their entire criminal network."

"No Steve, I have seen what these people are capable of doing. If they even think they are being watched, they will kill you or any member of that team. I will not have that on my conscience. Let me pursue this on my own, but if I need your help, I will contact you. Is that okay with you?"

"Not really, Patricia, but if that is the way you want it, I will go along with your wishes. I think it is time for me to go steal a set of greens for you. I will be right back."

When he stepped out of the room, the agent asked him if he was leaving. Steve said no, he was just going to ask the nurse for the use of another chair and possibly a pillow and blanket, so he could rest by the bed near Patricia. He walked down the hall to the nurses' station and there was no one there. He walked around and found the linen closet. He took a blanket, a set of greens and walked out. He rolled everything into one, put them into a chair, he found in the lounge and rolled them towards Patricia's room. As he passed the agent he said, "Mission accomplished, except for the pillow."

The agent nodded his head; and watched Steve walked back into the room.

At almost exactly midnight, two hours since his last check, the agent walked back into the room to make sure everything was as it was supposed to be. Steve was propped up in the two chairs covered by the blanket, and waved to him. Patricia seemed to be sleeping comfortably and the monitors were beeping quietly. At 2 o'clock, the nurse came in, with the agent to change Patricia's medication and check her vital signs. Everything was going well.

Steve joked with the agent and said, "I will see you at 4 o'clock, I will be the one with the bad back."

4 o'clock came and the agent did not come in. At 4:15 a.m., he still was not there. Steve stuck his head out the door and the guard was not there. He said, "Patty, get up and get dressed. There is a problem. The agent is not as his station"

She told Steve to come over and turn off all the monitors, before she disconnected herself from the tubes. Once this was accomplished, she jumped out of bed, took off the hospital gown, and was naked for a few seconds, while she struggled to put on the hospital greens.

Steve said to her, "Do not ever do that again, Patty. You may not get out of here for another hour, or more."

Patricia looked at him, with a frown. "You have seen a naked woman before, Steve. I have heard stories about you, and the girls at school?"

"It's true Patricia; but I have never seen anyone as beautiful as you are."

"Stop that Steve; I cannot handle that kind of thing right now."

"You, look what you have done to me. I will have a hard time walking."

She looked at him, and the hardness in the front of his slacks was impossible to miss.

She looked into his eyes and asked, "Steve, when was the last time you got laid?"

"I told you my business has taken up all my time. I have not been with a woman in more than a year."

"You poor boy; I have never been with a man."

"Never, you mean you are...

"Yes, Steve, I am one of those."

"Oh my God, this thing will never go down."

"Yes, it will, when we start running again."

"Patty, I am so out of shape. The only thing I run around is my desk."

"Steve, what is the name of your company, and do you have a backdoor I can get into your computer?

"My company's name is 'LyonsliquidLogic.com. The backdoor is the name of the company backwards, followed by Z Tab Shift Insert. Anyone can get into the back door, but without using the Z and the rest, they will run into a firewall. If you need me, use it."

"Okay, Steve, I am ready. I am going to walk out the side door of the hospital. You walk out the front of the hospital, in five minutes, and go home. Do not argue with me, do it. If everything works out, I will contact you on your computer. Thank you for everything, Steve. Goodbye."

Patricia kissed him on the cheek, opened the door, and checked the hallway. No one was visible. She started walking down the corridor. She saw a light in one of the rooms, and stepped into the shadow of the room across the hall.

She saw the medicine cart first, then the nurse lying on the floor. She reached around, and felt the nurse's neck for a pulse. She had none. They had killed another innocent to get to her. What were they waiting for? If they had killed the nurse, they had probably killed the agent also. It dawned on her that they were probably waiting for Don Bruno to arrive at the hospital so he could kill her himself. She did not know how much time she had left, but if she worked quickly, she could use that time to her benefit. She searched the nurse for her keys. She found them, plus a package of cigarettes and a lighter. She took those also. She walked down the hallway, and down the two flights of stairs to the lobby level. It was deserted. She walked towards the exit closest to 16th street, and it had a sign on it: "Locked after 8 PM. Use main entrance/exit." She started using the keys, and after the fifth try the door unlocked. She walked out into the early morning air, and stepped into the breezeway. Immediately, she saw a shadow at the far west end. She took out the pack of cigarettes, withdrew one, put it between her lips, and lit it up and. She started walking towards the shadow blowing a big puff of smoke out into the air, so it could be seen. She turned and started walking towards the other end of the breezeway and continued blowing smoke out at regular intervals. She wanted the person to believe that she was on a break. She turned back towards the shadow, and continued this pattern. She stopped, stubbed out the cigarette, pulled out another one, and lit it. She turned and walked towards the front of the hospitals' breezeway. It was now or never, she thought. She continued walking at the same pace, never turning around. As she reached the intersection of the breezeway and 9th Avenue, she turned and waved at the traffic light to her right, and walked in the direction of 16th Street. As soon as she cleared the breezeway's view, she dropped the cigarette and ran for life.

She had used up so much time during this elaborate deception; Steve exited the front of the hospital. He saw Patricia turn west onto 16th Street. His mind yelled, "Run Patty run, do not let those bastards catch you. I want to see you naked again. I need to see you naked again."

He turned north, and was not more than 50 yards from the hospital, when three cars drove up to the front entrance. Seven men got out of the cars. One of them held the door for an older man, who led the way into the hospital. He saw a New York City police car driving north on ninth Avenue. He ran into the street, waving his arms trying to get its attention. The police car nearly hit him.

Steve said, "Officer, there is something wrong in the hospital. My girlfriend is missing from her room. She was being guarded by an FBI agent, and he is not there, either. I went to look for him, and no one else is around. I am afraid something is going on. Seven men just walked into the hospital and they did not look friendly."

The officer thought he was nuts, but called it in anyway. He backed his car up to the hospital turned his lights on and blocked three cars that were in front of the entrance. The two officers did not go in. They waited for backup to arrive, and encircle the hospital. It did not take long. Within three minutes, there were 15 police cars circling "The Great New York Hospital." The police went in quietly, and in force. The switchboard was unattended. The ground floor, except for the emergency room was empty. The two nurse's stations on the second floor were unattended. More backup was called for. They went up to the third floor, and opened the door. Seven men were standing by the elevator, being yelled at by one man, who was standing in front of them. The police sergeant said, "Police, put your hands up, and do not move."

Caught totally by surprise, and with no place to hide, all of the men did as they were told.

Each of them was lined up against the wall, and searched thoroughly. Most of them had one gun; others had two.

Don Bruno Valentino had no gun or knife on him and as the police would say later, "He was clean."

They will all read their Miranda rights, brought to the local precinct and booked. Then they were given the privilege of making their one phone call. The police did not bother trying to question them at the scene, because all these men were known criminals. They knew what their answers would be, before they asked the questions.

As the police searched the building, they found the third nurse, and the FBI agent dead in separate rooms. They did not find Patricia Garrett. When the head of the FBI's New York office was informed of the situation, he went ballistic. He called Washington to inform the director of the incident. He was informed the director was in New York City. He called the safe house, where the director was staying. When the director was informed, he picked up the phone and remained very calm.

Michael Free said, "Stan, by the time I get to the hospital, if every agent between Cleveland, Albany, Boston, and Washington is not working on this case; I am going to take you apart, hair by hair, until all that is left of you is your heart. I am going to put that on a stove, fry it, slice it up, and feed it to the rats in the sewers. Do we understand each other?"

"Yes, Michael, I will get on it right now."

Stan Williamson put down his phone, looked up to the heavens, and said a prayer. "Thank you Lord for allowing Michael and my sister to marry and have off-spring; if he were not my brother, he might have thought of something very drastic to do to me."

Patricia darted across 10th Avenue, before she saw the first vehicle. She did not know if it was friend or foe, but she never varied her speed, to find out. She could smell the river, but could not see it; it was too dark. If she remembered the map correctly, it was three or four more streets before the docks. It did not mention if they were open or fenced in, but one way or the other, she was going to get to that river, and to her father.

By the time she was in middle of 10th Ave. and 16th St., she knew the vehicle she saw was after her. It was easy enough to figure that out, because the bullets were dancing off the walls of the buildings to the right of her. She saw no reason to put her arm up to protect her head, because if the bullet hit it; she would be going down. She asked her body for everything it had, and put on a burst of speed, as she crossed 11th Ave. She was completely out in the open, until she reached the other side of the street, where she could get some cover from the parked cars.

The car was only 50 feet behind her, and had entered the intersection, when she heard a deafening crash. A northbound truck had crushed the Tahoe like it was a toothpick. Her father had promised to watch out for her, as she ran for her life, and he had done it. Two more streets, she thought, just two more.

She thanked every exercise, and physical activity she had ever done, because at this moment, her legs were telling her, in no uncertain terms, that when she stopped, they were going to get even with her in a big way. Mentally, she promised them a massage, a steam bath, and a week's rest, if they would last for another 10 minutes. Her legs argued for five, Patricia's mind asked for eight, and a meeting of the minds was agreed at seven minutes and 30 seconds. Patricia passed under the Lincoln Highway, and crossed 11th Avenue, when she felt dirt splash, up around her. Then she felt it, again. Someone was shooting at her, from a great distance away. She could not hear the gunshots. She could not protect herself from a ghost. She was crossing over the Hudson River Greenway and could see the dock area straight ahead of her. She had three choices. There were long piers to her left, and right, which would take her at least 1000 feet into the Hudson River. If she ran straight ahead, the water was only 200 feet away. Her choice was made easy when three more shots hit the ground, and dirt flew into her arms and face. Those shots made her decision for her, "Fuck this, I am getting wet." She did not know what was below her, but as she pushed off from the concrete edge of the Greenway she gave it every last bit of energy she had.

She landed in the water, feet first, well clear of all the debris boats, tides, and people bring to the water's edge. She went so deep, it took her several moments for her to surface. When she did; arms, like grappling hooks, grabbed her, and pulled her into a boat. It picked up speed, and left the area in total darkness. They covered her in a heavy marine blanket, and told her not to be frightened; her father was waiting for her, on the other side of the river.

They asked her if she would like a drink.

She replied, "A bottle of Johnny Walker Blue, please."

The man laughed, but said, "You have the choice of Coffee, or Gatorade, Patricia."

"My legs would like the Gatorade; my body would like the coffee."

"I will go with your legs. They hurt when they cramp up on you, and a blanket will keep you warm."

"I do not know your name so I cannot thank you properly."

"You just thanked me, and you will never know my name."




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 04



"You just saved me from people who kill for sport. No amount of money can make putting your life in danger worth it."

"Let me tell you this about people like me and my friends. Some of us enforcement cannot do what we would like to do to people that want to harm you, your father, and your mother. I knew your mother very well. I asked her to marry me, and she would not, because she loved your father very much. She told me the stories, and that is how I got involved in this underground group. When they killed her, yes, we know they killed her, and the students in Amherst, we do whatever we can do, to help "Lady Justice" remove her blindfold, and meet out an appropriate punishment. When we are at work, we follow the law to the letter. When we are like this, we move the letter of the law, but we do not break the law so badly, it would ruin the system."

"Thank you for rescuing me tonight. I do not know where you work, however, my friend Steven Lyons may need a little help, if the Valentino's believe he helped me escape, from the hospital. They may go after him, to find out where I was going. They kill innocent people all the time. They would kill him, without an afterthought."

"I will take care of that detail, as soon as I have you in your father's arms, Miss Garrett."

"Am I allowed to hug you as a form of thanks?"

"I still remember your mother's hugs, I will add yours to that list, and cherish it."

"Alright you to cut it out, there will be no lovemaking on my boat."

"Grumpy back there knew your mother also. She did not love him, so he is angry with her. He never turned his back on her cooking, though."

"You two guys ate dinner with me."

"Yes Patricia, many times. I helped you learn how to ride Teddy, along with a lot of other men from the area."

"You two are going to be the death of me. I have photographic memory, and you are not giving me enough information to use it."

"Yes, we know. It is for your benefit, as well, as our own. Try not to think of us, and we will all be better off. I believe I was the first one to ask your mother to spank you, because you were too good, for your own good. I wanted your mother to put a little devil in you back then, so people would not take advantage of you as you were growing up. She would not do it, because you never did anything wrong."

"Spotlight up ahead, prepared to answer the signal."

After signaling the shore, with the appropriate sequence and receiving the answer that all was clear, the boat approached and landed on the rocky beach. Patricia hugged the two men on the boat, before stepping off and leaving them to ride their boat to another area.

The men onshore lifted, Patricia, into their arms and carried her up the rocky embankment for about 50 yards, before putting her down next to a stretch limousine. A man was standing next to a gorgeous six-foot tall young woman, but she could not place him in her mind. His hair was dark brown, and her father was supposed to have the whitest of white hair.

William saw his daughter looking at him, with the strangest expression. He said, "Patricia, women do it all the time. In order to hide my appearance, I had my hair colored. Do you like it?"

"Papa, is it really you? I have waited a lifetime for this moment." She ran into his arms, and grabbed him around his chest and cried.

A man approached William, and said, "Sir, we have to move."

William said, "I know it, just a few more seconds please."

He pulled Patricia away from him, and kissed her on her forehead. "My plans depend on timing. We must get into the car, and continue to move."

Patricia slid into her seat, followed by Jemma and William. The protection detail got in the front, and the car moved out smartly.

At the Teterboro airport, two men entered the tower after using their government IDs. The tower supervisor asked what business they had this morning, in the control tower. The senior Secret Service agent took him into his office, and said, "An aircraft bearing the tail number, AJ7000A will be calling for clearance momentarily. The vice president will be on board, but the aircraft will not use the call sign Air Force 2. No one is to know where this aircraft goes. Let me repeat that no one is to know. You know about the vice president's heart problems, it is public knowledge. He is on his way to see about a heart operation, which may be the key to the president's political future. This is an election year and the president does not want this to get out. We have checked your voting record, and we would appreciate your help, in this matter. The president has authorized a trip to this years' convention, if you would like to attend?"

"Sir, you may tell the president that AJ7000A never took off from this facility."

"Thank you very much; I will inform the president, personally."

(It is amazing how quickly you can gain access to people, in the highest echelons of government, for a ten million dollar donation to the presidents' re-election campaign.)

The supervisor returned to the glass of bubble of the tower, and told the three members of the midnight staff to go downstairs and take a break. He would call them back, when the traffic warranted.

This supervisor was always good to work for and this was nothing unusual for him to do for the people who always bore the brunt of the workload. The air traffic controllers thanked their supervisor, walked out of the tower and down to their break room, without a second thought. When he was alone, the supervisor went over to the circuit breakers and turned off all four that controlled the tape recorders. Several aircraft landed, took off, and called for clearance, before AJ7000A called for his clearance. When AJ7000A did, the supervisor said, "AJ7000A your call sign is 623 echo."

The aircraft responded, "Roger understood, 623 echo. Thank you very much.

The supervisor read the aircraft its' clearance, and it was acknowledged.

The limousine carrying William and his family was cleared through the security gate, directly to the aircraft. Three people rushed onto the airplane and their luggage was secured in the belly.

The pilot called for permission to taxi, which was given.

The supervisor destroyed the control strip. He went to the computer, changed the aircraft's computer coded Selective Identification Feature (SIF), which tracks aircraft from the departure point to landing, and gave its original one to an aircraft that was being retrofitted in a hanger on the airport grounds.

When 623 echo was next in line to go, the supervisor said, "623 echo, winds calm, altimeter 3003, cleared for takeoff."

"623 echo is rolling."

As soon as the aircraft's wheels were in the air, the supervisor said, "623E, you are cleared direct to Sparta. Contact the New York Center on 131.75.

The pilot acknowledged the transmission and left the frequency.

He took a new box of computer paper, and put it into the printer feeder; programmed the computer to reprint all flights for the past two hours. It took the high-speed printer less than thirty seconds to complete this task. When this was done, he put the originals into the shredder, and turned the circuit breakers for the recorders back on. All the evidence of AJ3000A ever having been at the Teterboro airport had been erased.

In August, this supervisor received two tickets to the Republican convention, with all expenses paid, courtesy of the Republican National Committee.

There was a strange feeling in the aircraft. Jemma sat on Williams' right side, snuggling to his chest; while Patricia was sitting on his left side doing the same.

The flight attendant did not know if they wanted to be served. Observing the tears flowing down the eyes of one of the women, and man in the center, she decided to stay out of sight.

Finally William summoned up the courage to speak. Jemma let me introduce you to my daughter Patricia. In the months to come, you will get to know her as well, as I do. I have not been able to see or touch her, since she was nine months old. Yet she is the finest part of me, and the woman I loved for 20 years. You are not her stepmother. You are sisters, and I would love for both of you to treat each other that way. There is nothing either of you could ask of me that I would not gladly give to you. I will not play one of you against the other, and I will not allow you to do that to me.

William asked, "Patricia, do you have any money left, from what I left you, and your mother?"

"Papa, I have nearly $67 million in the bank. I will not indeed anything from you. I need to know that you are around, and need me in your life as I need you in mine. When I lost mommy, I lost my soul. She was my rock. She was my compass in life. We could talk about anything, at any time of day or night. We could laugh at anything from atoms to xenon gas. You have no idea how smart she was. You were gone before she blossomed. She read the entire library. She read every math book that I read. She edited every one of my math papers. She corrected every computer program I ever wrote. She helped me write the program, "Garden of Eden." It took us six years to do it, and she would not allow me to put her name on the credits. I did "The 10th level of Hell" by myself, because she challenged me to do it. She said to me, "We figured out how to kill the machines. It is of no use to anyone, unless we know the way to bring them back to life. Do it or destroy the Garden of Eden." We did not call it the Garden of Eden back then, we just had a number code for it. However, when I figured out how to turn the machines back on, she threw me a party that was awesome. It was just for the two of us. We both woke up the next afternoon, naked, blind as bats, and with headaches, the size of the bathtub. It was the first time she allowed me to drink hard liquor. I had sneaked some before, at school. This time it was just my mother and me, at home, in Glens Falls, with my pony, Teddy, lying down in the living room. We never quite figured out how he got there."

Jemma began laughing. Patricia looked at her and laughed, knowing what she was thinking. She said, "No, Jemma, we did not use him for that."

"You said the poor thing was lying down on the living room floor sleeping. I thought you got him drunk and abused him."

William finally understood what the two women, in his life, were talking about. He said, "Ladies, let us bring the conversation level out of the gutter."

Patricia looked her father in the eye and said, "Daddy; would you like some Linguine... And she started laughing all over again.

"Patricia..."

Jemma looked at her new husband and asked, "What is wrong with linguine?"

Patricia was laughing so hard she had to excuse herself to go to the bathroom.

When she resumed her seat, Jemma was blushing.

"I guess dad told you about linguine?"

"Yes, he did, and I must admit I am very impressed with your mother's recipe."

"Did he tell you what happened at the restaurant a few weeks afterwards?"

"Patricia, I told you to be sisters, not to kill your father on the first day you two met."

Jemma jumped in to find out what happened at the restaurant."

Patricia replied sorrowfully, "I am sorry, Jemma. My father thinks I am getting out of hand, telling stories out of school. If you want to know about the dinner, it will have to 'cum' out of his mouth, or someplace else on his body."

William said, "Patricia that is quite enough of. Resume your seat and buckle yourself in."

"Yes, father, I will no longer tell Jemma anything personal about you and my mother. I only have memories of my wonderful mother. I had to rely on her stories to form an opinion about the man that left us alone. I have no personal memories of you, not a letter, or a card in almost 21 years."

"You are not being fair, Patricia. I did those things, to protect you."

"It took me less than half an hour to find you."

"I will never understand how you did it. Nothing belongs to me. All my accounts are numbered. Everything I own goes through someone else. If I own something, in Italy, it is through a company in Japan. I have no idea how you could possibly know where I was."

"It was like I told Don Bruno, dad, you lost your edge, you became predictable. When you stopped working, day after day, at what you were doing, and became sedentary, you stopped thinking about 'Occam's Razor.' The simplest answer is usually the right answer. Everybody used to think of you as this super genius who could not get caught. They were right 20 years ago. When you became sedentary you lost the spirit that you had to survive, when dealing with mobsters. When I figured that out, I followed ABC right up to your front door."

William could not believe that he fell into that trap. "How had his daughter figured that out, when no one else had done it, all these years?"

"How did you know? What made you look at it differently than everyone else?"

"Everyone else was looking for super sleuth; I was looking for my dad."

"Honey, all these years I wanted to go to the states and stop by the farm, to see you and your mother. I would talk to the people in the government and they would say it was too dangerous for me to do it. I wanted to send you letters and every time I had them in their envelopes ready to go. Someone would tell me that people were in your area looking for anyone answering the descriptions of me and your mother. I did not want them to associate me, your mom, and you together; not even once. Look at what happened when you accidentally met Steven. A chance encounter nearly got you killed."

"I know dad, I am not angry at you, I am at the point that I am angry at everyone right now, especially myself. All the plans I had were going along so well. All I needed was two more weeks, maybe three, and everything would have fallen into place. Now I have to start all over again."

"No, you will not. You will not put yourself in danger again young woman, even if I have to tie you in chains."

"Dad, do you want to get into this with me now. I do not mind if you do not, but I do not want Jemma to think that I am a real bitch, either. I am going to take down the Valentino family, if I have to steal an atomic bomb and put it up his ass myself."

Jemma laughed. "How big is an atomic bomb, because if it is bigger than your father's hand, it is really going to hurt?"

William yelled, "Jemmaaaaaaaa!"

Patricia's hand went to her mouth as she laughed. Jemma grabbed Patricia's other hand, and laughed along with her.

"Daddy, tell me that you did not do that to your bride?"

Jemma answered for him, "Not once Patricia, twice!"

"Daddy, I did not know you were a sadist. Mommy never mentioned that about you. She said you liked certain flavorings on your food and sometimes deliveries in the rear, but nothing about handling the intestines."

Jemma and Patricia loved the look on Williams face, because it was completely red.

Jemma climbed on William's lap and rubbed her pussy against his distended cock. She looked him in the eye and said, "You may look shocked husband, but certain parts of your anatomy tell me that you are excited. Would you like me to alleviate your stress?"

"Come on, dad, we can have a threesome."

William looked at his daughter and said, "Young lady, I believe you are more like your mother than any other woman. If I said yes to your suggestion, you would run to the aircraft's door open it and jump out. I would wager everything I own that you are still pure. I know your mother's upbringing would have kept you thinking all these years. No man would have gotten past your mind, and between your knees, until after there is a ring on your finger. Prove to me I am wrong by dropping your pants, and getting on your knees in front of me."

Jemma looked at Patricia and winked. She said, "Don't you dare. He has promised his life to me, as I have promised mine to him. We will never cheat on one another. We have sworn it."

Patricia looked at her father and replied, "I am sorry, dad. I will not interfere with you and your wife's wedding vows. I am known for my deep throat blowjobs. You will never know what you're missing.

"How much do you charge? I'll call the pilot in, and you can do him."

"Daddy, I don't charge, I do it for free for the people I love."

"Patricia, you are lying, and you are not lying very well."

"Daddy, you are not the only one in the family that has a sex drive. Mom taught me how to masturbate, and how to use certain toys to get my jollies off."

William's said sternly, "Now I know you are lying, because your mother never used any toys."

"During the 20 years you were missing, she never took a man to her bed. How do you think she survived, daddy?"

Jemma said, "Tell me the story about the restaurant."

"Patricia, I am going to throw you back into the river, for opening your mouth about that story."

"Tell this story one time Dad, and get it over with. You must remember all you had to do was prepare it. Mom had to eat it."

William was furious with his daughter, but turned to his wife, and said, "Jemma there is a second part to the linguine story. Laura never made it for me at the hotel. However, we went to the restaurant one evening, and she went into the kitchen, kicked everyone that worked there out. She made me the linguine there. Laura walked out from the kitchen handed me the plate and asked for me to taste it. I did, and I said, 'Tangy, a little salty, but with a little garlic butter, and so on it would go well with linguine. Laura smiled at me as I ate every last fork full. When I was finished she said to me, "Where is mine? I served you. Now you have to serve me." I looked at her; her eyes glistened, and I understood what she meant. I asked her what kind of macaroni she wanted, and she said, "Angel Hair." I went into the back, put the Angel hair into the boiling water, and while it was cooking, I prepared a mixture of butter, olive oil, garlic, and thyme. After I plated the Angel Hair, I poured the mixture over it, and put it under the brazier to keep it warm. I lowered my trousers, and masturbated, until I was able to ejaculate all over the Angel Hair pasta. I made myself presentable and brought it out for her to eat. As she was looking at it, she said, "William, I am going to have to give you a trim. I can do without the hair in my Angel hair."

My friend, the owner of the restaurant, could hardly keep a straight face. I sent him to get some wine for our dinner. Laura ate the entire dish, but left some smudges of semen on the corners of her cheeks for me to lick off; which I did, happily. That is the complete restaurant story."

Patricia said, "Liar."

William looked at her and said, "Why, what did I leave out?"

"You left out one half million things mom did."

"You are right, I did forget about that. My friend employed Laura all through college. They loved her as if she was their own daughter. She was just wonderful to them, and they were wonderful to her. Laura came into some money, when her parents passed away, and because she was Laura she had to be generous to those who had helped her along the way. She called my friend over to the table, while I was in the back cooking. She gave him a check for $500,000.00. He refused it, because he said she was like family to them. Laura would not let him say no. You just could not say no to Laura. She was such a pure heart and a pure soul that if you asked her for something you received it. If she asked you to take something you took it. You just could not say no to Laura. She was a magnificent woman. If God was going to take her at that young age, he should never have made her, because it was unfair to the rest to the world.

Patricia said, "Hey, what about me?"

William smiled and said, "Well, we all have our crosses to bear."




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 04



Patricia saw the smile on her father's face, so she launched herself at him, landing on his chest hugging him and kissing him.

Jemma said, "Hey, that's my husband, leave some room for me." She jumped into the pile.

They did have a threesome. It was a loving threesome that flew higher than the 49,000 feet, at which the aircraft was currently flying. There were fewer tears this time, but more raw emotion was let loose."

As they continued on their westbound track, Patricia asked her father if she could use his computer, because the FBI had hers.

Her father said, "No, they don't, I do."

Patricia looked at her father and asked, "How did you manage that dad?"

"There is an old saying, Patricia, and you should learn from it. It says, 'Ask me no questions, and I will tell you no lies."

"Dad, you stole them from Michael Frees' office?"

"What did I just tell you young woman?"

"Fine, I will not ask you any questions."

"I will have to run a deep debugging program through it. Bruno's people have a very sophisticated system, hidden to monitor everything I do on that computer."

"No, they don't, not anymore. I took care of that for you. Your computer was also running a little slow, so I added a module to it, to give you more memory and a little faster speed to it."

"Did you do anything else?"

"Yes I did. I looked at every picture you had on file. You were a very precocious child. I would wager that you and your mother could have been exchanged at birth, and no one would have known the difference."

"Thank you daddy. That is the nicest thing you could have ever said to me. Comparing me to my mother, and saying that I am her equal, in any way, is the most wonderful complement I could ever have received."

"You are also your mother's equal in some other ways, Patricia. You are headstrong, opinionated, exasperating, unyielding, inflexible, unrelenting, and a real pain in the ass."

Jemma nearly fell off her seat laughing.

Patricia looked at her and decided to laugh, along with her. You could either laugh or cry at what her father said to her, and she had cried enough for one day already.

William looked at both of them like they were crazy. "Women," he thought, "you love them to pieces, and they cut your heart to pieces, when they cry."

He looked at the two loves of his life, and decided to laugh, along with them. What else was he supposed to do? He could not ignore them, because at this moment they decided to wrap their bodies around his body, like a coiled snake. He would put them both to bed. He would make love to one; and protect them both, with his life. He still had three more hours trapped, with these two reptilians on this airplane, and it appeared they had already bonded. Patricia had gotten him to tell more private stories about himself and Laura, than he had ever told anyone in the past 20 years.

Jemma, his exasperating Jemma, told Patricia, that he had fisted her ass, twice in their short time together. These two young women had just met, and they were talking about things so personal, he knew nothing he and his wife did in the privacy of their bedroom, would ever remain secret from his daughter. Jemma also came to Patricia's aid, when he tried to prove that she was still an innocent. He knew she was, by the way her pupils reacted when he told her to drop her pants. Jemma jumped in and stopped him from proving his point. Patricia was able to taunt him, because of it. He would make her blurted it out soon enough. However, it was not that important to him, at this moment. Getting back to Sedona undetected was his primary concern. He would need to outfit the two women with camping gear, just in case they needed it. He would rather be safe, than sorry later. His villa was large enough for the three of them. However, he was not sure if any of them could shoot straight enough to be worth buying guns for self-protection.

The flight attendant came back to ask if they wanted anything to eat, but again found them in the same situation. This time, however, William was awake, holding the two women as they were nestled against his chest, sleeping comfortably.

He softly said to the attendant, "Blankets, please," and the attendant returned moments later to cover the women with soft, warm blankets up to their necks. William stroked their hair, and neither of them moved, while they were being covered. Both women would have attacked him for what he was thinking. (Lord, why can't women be this amenable, when they are awake?)

"New Mexico Center 623 echo, 250 northeast of Santa Fe, flight level 470, requesting descent to flight level 175 to cancel instrument flight plan."

"623 echo, descend, and maintain flight level 180.

"623 echo, flight level 180, leaving flight level 470 now.

A message came back from the flight deck, informing William that they were 600 miles from the airport, or approximately one hour and 15 minutes from touchdown. If he had any transmissions to make, now would be the time to do it.

He woke the woman up from their long slumber and tried to move his arms. He loved holding them both, but he was paying the price for it now. His arms were creaky and asleep. He had to shake them, and move them around to get the blood flowing in them, again.

William asked Patricia if she wanted to contact Bruno and give him a message before they landed.

"Dad, if you have anything to say, you better go first. When I finish with him, I am going to fry his computer."

"Is that another program of yours?"

"Yes, it was an accidental offshoot of the "Garden of Eden." I have not even told the feds about it yet."

"I assume you've tried it out already, and it is successful?"

"It works 100% of the time, dad."

"Don't tell the authorities about it, until after you patent and copyright it. Then, the government will pay you a fortune not to put it on the market."

"I was thinking of putting on a demonstration of all three of my products, by turning China off the grid. I think I gave Michael Free a heart attack when I told him that I was going to do it."

"What you should have done was inform the President you were going to do it. He could have the Chinese ambassador in his office, when it happened. If you want to talk about someone having a heart attack, it would have been the Chinese Ambassador and not Director Free."

"Now I know where I get my evil side from dad."

"It is not an evil side, Patricia, it is the business side. If you want to impress a mass market, you go after the largest market available; which right now happens to be the Chinese. If you show them what you can do and they do not even have the ability to defend themselves against it or even say we are at war with you, because all their technology is not available to them, you have them at a complete disadvantage. You dictate the terms from that point forward. It is business, pure and simple. It is not personal."

"Dad, I think you are getting your edge back."

Jemma said, "I am going to have to listen to your conversations very closely. I am not sure I understood what you two were talking about, but I understood what the ramifications were."

William took Jemma by shoulders and said to her, "You have had your head buried in the dictionary. Not only has your speech pattern improved, but you are using words that you never would have understood or put into a sentence several weeks ago. I am very proud of you, my wife, extremely proud of you."

Jemma lowered her head, slightly embarrassed by his praise, but also embarrassed by her lack of a formal education.

Patricia took her hand and said, "Jem not everyone goes to college. Some people that do go don't take advantage of it. Some of those that go do not belong there. Until my father mentioned it, I didn't realize you had an accent; New England, I believe. You must have worked very hard to get rid of it. If you can do that, learning words will come easy to you, just by listening to other people talk and by sticking your head into the dictionary and learning a few words every day."

Jemma was awestruck by Patricia's comment. Had she done it already? Had she overcome the accent barrier that William told her about a few months ago? She looked at William and saw him beaming with pride. It was true, she had done it. She started jumping up and down, and screaming in the aisle of the airplane.

Patricia applauded her accomplishment, and William soon joined her. Soon the business world would open up to her, because her main impediment had been removed. She would continue to learn about business, by listening to her husband, and Patricia; two role models that had come into her life, and made it better. She loved them both.

William completed his transmission to Bruno with a statement that someone else wished to say something to him.

"Hello Bruno, it's Patricia. You knew as 'Galina. I am actually, Patricia Garrett Parent. I have your son. I enjoyed playing with you. It was very educational. I now know your moods; and how you think. It was easy enough to lead your son on, because his hormones were doing the thinking for him. If you don't give a boy what he wants, he will want it more and more. I am on my way to see him now. I have never seen a dissection in person, but there is always a first time. This will be mine. I am not sure if we are going to start with his fingers, or a hand or a wrist or up to the elbow. However, we will put him under anesthesia, before we do anything major. We do not want to kill him all at once. We want you to die a slow and agonizing death, unlike the death of my mother, the 41 people at the University of Massachusetts, at Amherst, and my friend Sandy on the Massachusetts Turnpike. I hope you enjoyed doing that as much as I am going to enjoy watching your son being taken apart piece by piece. One more thing, Don Bruno, those grandchildren you wanted from your son, while you are still young enough to play with them; we will send them to you gift wrapped in two little oval packages, Scrotum included, marked, "In Memory of Laura Garrett." Would you like to reply to my little message? I will be online for the next three minutes. Do not try to track me from your little center; I am in on airplane moving from East to West at 600 mph. By the time you get a fix on us. We could turn around and go in any direction we want St. Louis in wonderful at this time of year; and I have never been to San Francisco. Santa Fe is wonderful golf country, but so is Palm Springs. So many choices, but how much time does Stephano have? Time alone will tell?"

"Patricia, you little bitch. You took advantage of my hospitality and my goodwill. When I catch you and your father, there will not be enough left of either of you to make sand. If you harm my son, your family lines will cease to exist."

"Bruno, you killed off my family line. However, thank you for your last statement; I forwarded it directly to police headquarters, in New York City and to the FBI in Washington, DC. I am sure they will be able to do something with it at your trial. Now if I were you I would step away from your computer. I have sent you another message." She hit the appropriate control keys for her "Enlightenment Program."

Bruno watched his computer start smoking and then burst into flames. He started cursing her. "Patricia, you whore, I am going to find you, and put you to work in one of my houses. When you are no longer making money for me, I am going to cut you apart, piece by piece, just like you are going to do to my son."

14. Revelations and Deceptions

"Susan, where the hell is he; I have another package from FBI headquarters for him."

"It is nice to talk to you, too, Sergeant. I have not heard from you in a dogs' age."

"I am sorry about that, Susan, but right now, this is business. Where is he, this is important."

"He went to Prescott to pick up a package. I do not know when he will be back."

"When you talk to him, or see him, get his ass to my office immediately."

"Would it be alright if I keep the rest of him? He asked me to marry him the last time we were together, and I said yes."

"Congratulations baby girl, I am very happy for you. I never thought you would take that step, again. Are you sure he is the right man for you?"

"I have never been surer of anything in my entire life. He comes with a lot of baggage; but who doesn't."

"I will vet him for you, and see what he has behind him. I don't want you caught in the middle of anything messy."

"If you do that, you'll be missing two balls, and the stick in the middle. I know what he has because he told me everything about himself, warts, and all. The messy divorces; the cheating wives, and the alimony he has to pay for the next two years. I want him, and I am going to get him; do you hear me cousin."

"Good girl sis, you go get him, and teach him how to ride a mare properly."

"He is very good at that already, and he is teaching this old mare some new tricks. I am pregnant, and I have no idea how he did it. I never thought I would have a child. I thought I was too old to have a child now anyhow. I have not told him yet. I did not want to scare him away."

"You have to tell him right away, cuz. If he is going to bolt, it is better for him to do it now, than after you are married."

"I know Sergeant, I think he will be happy about it, but you can never be too sure."

From the doorway in the kitchen, Alan yelled, "Happy hell, how about ecstatic, jubilant, over the top with joy; the woman I loved most in this world is carrying my baby. Let's get married tomorrow, and make this legal. Ask Sergeant if he wants to be the maid of honor."

"Tell that asshole I heard that."

Susan said, "I can't talk to you now, I'm going to get laid. He will see you in the morning."

"Susan, I need to see him... click."

"Hello Alan, why didn't you call me first?"

"I wanted to surprise you this time. I took the back way in and there were no extra cars around, so I knew everything was okay. I still walked in, from a quarter mile away, just to be safe."

"How long were you listening to my conversation?"

"I was listening long enough to know that you love me as passionately as I love you. Now, if I recall correctly, you told Sergeant that you were going to get laid. Were you referring to me doing the honors, or is there someone else in this house that you were going to let meet our baby?"

"I would never allow any other man to meet our baby, Alan. I still do not know how you did it, but I could not be happier. My husband told me I was sterile, and I was taking the birth control pills to control my periods. Apparently, I was taking them so long, they stopped working."

"Are you sure you want to carry this child, Susan? Due to your advanced age, and decrepit mental attitude, it may not be the wisest thing you have ever done."

"You sonofabitch, I will give you a lesson in decrepit bodies."

Alan ran for his life, up the stairs, towards the bedroom, with Susan, hot on his heels. As he entered the room, he immediately stepped to the right, and waited for her to enter. When she did, he grabbed her and kissed her with every ounce of love and passion he had in his body.

Susan was hitting him for a few seconds, until she succumbed to his kisses, and grabbed him around his back and neck. When he finally let her come up for air, she said, "One of these days your jokes are going to be the death of you."

He replied, "Maybe, but making up is so much fun."

The following morning two bleary-eyed people walked into the Public Safety Building. Susan asked the desk clerk, Amanda Stevens, to get Sergeant Sergeant Sherwood.

Amanda replied, "Susan, why do you always do that to me. One day I am going to pee my pants, laughing."

"That's what I want you to do, Amanda. I want to see you run around with wet pants. I want to see how Joe will react, when you get home. That big lug will come down here and tear this building apart trying to find out which one of these guys got into your pants."

"You are not being funny, Susan; that is what he would do, before I could explain to him what happened."

Alan looked at all five feet tall Amanda and asked, "How big is this guy?"

"Did you ever watch professional wrestling?"

"Yes, every once in a while I would watch those guys act like they were hurting one another."

"Do you remember a guy called 'The Flying Dutchman', Alan?

"Vaguely."

"Let me remind you of his statistics. He is six feet 11 inches tall, and weighs 350 pounds. From tip to tip he has a wingspan of 92 inches. He would still be wrestling if he had not dislocated his ankle."

"What does that have to do with Amanda?"

Susan smiled at her idiot fiancé and replied, "He is her husband, Joe."

Alan looked at Amanda and saw her smiling at him. He knew Susan was not lying to him. He reached out his hand, and took Amanda's hand in his and said, "Please tell Joe that if he ever needs anything, I am his new best friend. If he needs a traffic ticket fixed, consider it done. If he commits a murder, I will get it reduced to a misdemeanor. Just tell him not to hit me."

Amanda and Susan laughed at him, for showing his good sense.

Amanda hit the button on her intercom and called Sergeant. He came storming out of the secure area, and said, "I should kill you both where you stand. I have been looking at that envelope for eighteen hours. I wanted to open it so bad; I put it in the vault and locked it. What were you two doing all night, screwing your brains out. That is unfair, Susan, I will get even with you, I will get even you, if it is the last thing I ever do."

She walked over to her cousin, put her arms around his neck, and gave him a big kiss. She said, "Some things are more important than others. Business hours end at 5 o'clock. You called me at 10:30 PM., you were lucky, I answered the phone."

"Fuck you, Susan, this is important stuff."

"Fucking me is his job, and that is more important to me. Go get your dress on; I want my maid of honor to look pretty this morning."

Amanda cracked up when she heard this. She said, "Sergeant would you like to borrow my makeup case?"

"Amanda I could fire you."

She picked up the phone and started dialing a number.

Sergeant asked, "Who are you calling?"

"Joe."

"Forget I said anything; the job is yours for life."

Alan looked at him and smiled. "I see I am not the only chicken shit bastard in this room."

"Have you met Joe yet?"

"No, but I've heard what he looks like."

"You have to see him before you make an opinion. The man is a scary as an Abrams tank."

"No he is not," Amanda said. "My Joe is a pussycat."

Sergeant leaned over and said, "Yes, like a Sabretooth tiger is a house pet."

"Go, into my office, Alan, and read your packet. No one will bother you, while you are in there."

"I am sorry Sergeant, I can't do that. More than likely it is burn after reading material. I will have to do it at home. Keep Susan here, I will be back shortly."

"Holy shits Alan, what the fuck are you up to?"

"I am just doing my bit for God and country Sergeant."

Alan went into Sergeant's office and got the package. He looked at it to make sure it had not been open. When he walked outside into the main area, he said, "Do me a favor Sergeant. While I'm gone, roundup a judge, and find out where we can get a marriage license. I want to get married, before we head back to the ranch. And oh yes, don't forget your dress." As soon as he finished saying this, Alan ran out of the front of the building and ran towards his house.

Sergeant followed him out the door and yelled, "You city folks and your sense of humor. I am going to stuff it down your throat with a hogs' leg."

Susan smiled when he walked back into the building, red-faced and all. "You do get cute when you are angry cousin. When was the last time you got laid?"




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 04



"Susan, I believe that is none of your business."

"So, it has been that long. Would you like me to introduce some of my girlfriends to you?"

"If you start doing that to me, so help me God, I will tie you to that fence post again, and use the cane on you."

"You can't do that to me anymore, I am pregnant."

Amanda screamed, "Susan, you are pregnant?"

She realized her mistake, but said "Yes, about six weeks, maybe a little bit more."

Amanda came around her desk, squealing with joy. She grabbed Susan around her waist, and started dancing with her, around the room. Everyone in the building looked to see what the yelling was about. Amanda screamed, "Susan is pregnant."

Sergeant was pushed aside like a cow pie, as everyone gathered around Susan to congratulate her. They asked her who the father was, and when she was getting married.

When she told them that she was getting married that morning, everyone said they were going to be there.

Sergeant yelled, "Who is going to guard the city?"

They turned to him and said, "You are."

Amanda said, "He cannot guard the city. He is the maid of honor, and we have to find him a dress."

"Like hell, I am wearing my uniform to the wedding."

"The maid of honor cannot wear a uniform. She wears a dress."

The crowd started closing in on Sergeant, and he started to back away. "Don't you touch me; you still work for me, and the city. I will not stand for this abuse. Back away people. Back..."

Males and females alike pounced on him, while laughing hysterically. They put him on their shoulders and carried him out of the front door, down the main street to a bridal shop four blocks away. It was not open yet, but the owner lived upstairs from his shop. One of the police officers went upstairs and knocked on his door. When he told the owner what they needed and who he needed it for, he ran downstairs and opened the shop.

Sergeant was held spread eagle, so the owner could take his measurements. When he was finished, he said to the crowd, "Strip him down to his shorts."

The women took great pleasure in accomplishing this task. Susan did not take part, but she looked at her cousin, with great pride. For a forty-three-year-old man, he was in wonderful condition. Any woman would be proud to take him by the arm.

The owner looked at the women and said, "What size chest, shall I give him?"

Sergeant yelled, "No!" It was the last word he said, because they covered his mouth with tape.

The women giggled, and started yelling out numbers. Finally, they agreed a 46 Double D would be appropriate for his size.

The owner went into the back of the store. He pulled out a strapless, adjustable bra, and stuffed it with Styrofoam. He put it around Sergeant's chest and back, pulled it tight, and adjusted the clips properly. He turned him around to show the women, and a roar of laughter filled the room.

The next decision was the gown itself. Did the women want it floor-length, knee-length, or mid-thigh?

The vote was not even close. Mid-thigh won easily.

Sergeant's eyes opened wide and then crossed. He thought his humiliation was bad before. Now they were going to show his hairy legs to the world. He thought nothing could be worse. He was wrong.

"Ladies, for your final decision; what color would you like the gown to be?"

It was unanimous on the first vote. "Pink!"

Sergeant knees gave out. If it were not for the men holding him up, he would have been face-down on the floor. All they had to do now was hand him a large lollipop, put a bow in his hair, and he would look like a little girl.

He did not get the lollipop. However, they put a blonde wig on his head, with huge curls, and put a bright pink bow on it. His transformation from the most macho of men, to a little sissy girl was complete. Cameras flashed, and cell phones took pictures. He was immortalized forever, and there was nothing in this world he could do about it. He tried to remember who had first mentioned the words 'Maid of Honor.' He grinned when he saw Alan's face. It would be the shortest marriage on record, because he was going to be dead after he said the words 'I Do.' Then he remembered that Susan was pregnant, with his child. He had to find a substitute to kill. He could not kill Amanda, because Joe would kill him. However, if he killed Joe first, then he could kill Amanda. After he killed Joe and Amanda, he could start killing everyone that took him to the bridal shop. What was he thinking; where would he be without a police force and a secretarial staff. Maybe he should just kill himself, so he would relieve himself of this embarrassment. No, he did not like that idea at all. He would just beat the shit out of Alan. He liked that idea best.

They removed the tape from his mouth and asked him how he liked his new look.

He smiled at each of them and said, "There is going to be a budget meeting very soon, and the town Council will be very happy to hear that each of you has agreed to take a 10% cut in salary to help balance it. Naturally, that does not include me, because I was the one that negotiated it. I will get a 50% increase, because of my negotiating skills."

There were boos and hisses in the room, and Sergeant saw his people, moving in on him again. As his fear grew, he yelled, "I was only kidding people, I would never do that to you."

"Alan was inside his home, with his doors locked, when he opened the envelope. As he had anticipated, there was a second envelope inside with the same instructions. "For your eyes only. Burn after reading.

From the Desk of the Director

To: Special Agent Alan Robbins

Classified: Top Secret

Expect guests, 1 mile southwest Rolling Hills Road, Arizona Highway Alternate 89A. One Male, Two Females. Black Range Rover AZ. License DMF-48W. 1 AM Thursday morning. Fifteen minutes plus or minus. No Show - Return to place of origin and try again following night. If no contact both nights, assume dead or captured. Move to alternate location immediately. Identification: William Zabo- Bravo. Jemma Zabo- Charlie. Patricia Garrett- Echo. Details enroute.

William Zabo in Cmd. Guard with your life. Priority Imperative. If necessary: Primary evacuation route: Prescott Airport west to Alternate "C." Alternate evacuation route: Verde River South. Helicopter pick-up enroute. Transceiver and satellite communications Emergency Only Contact B/D. Guests may or may remain depending on conditions in immediate area. Current Condition: Orange++

Michael Free, Director

Here we go again, Alan thought. Now I have to babysit four people. I need more supplies. Hell, I am going to need a bigger truck, but I had better inform Stephano first before he gets trigger-happy tonight. They are getting really cute using my birthday as my emergency transmission channel. No one would know it except him and the receiving operator.

He followed the same procedure as last time, getting rid of all the evidence that a package was ever delivered to him, and walked back to the Public Safety building. When he walked in, he was amazed to find it was empty. Where the hell did everyone go? He got in his truck, and slowly went down the main street and saw a crowd outside the bridal shop. He stopped his truck and went to see what was happening.

He asked one of the bystanders, what was happening inside?

She said, "They are fitting the sergeant for a dress."

Allen thought, "Oh shit, I'm dead. I wonder if it will be before the wedding, or shortly afterwards." He called out for Susan, and when she heard him, she went outside.

"Tell me they did not do that to him."

There was a twinkle in Susan's eyes when she said, "You should see him Alan. He looks just too sweet for words."

"You do realize how short our marriage is going to be, when he gets loose, don't you."

"He will not hurt you, too much. He knows this is all in fun."

Alan looked up, when they were marching Sergeant out the front door of the shop.

Allen's jaw dropped when he saw him. Then Sergeant saw Alan. Their eyes met, and Alan could not help but burst into laughter. Sergeant's mouth was still taped, but Alan surmised what he was saying. It was nothing that a child under the age of eighteen should hear.

Alan walked over to him and asked, "Did you remember to get the judge and the license?"

That was all Sergeant could take. He broke away from the two men that were holding his arms, and went for Allen's throat.

Alan ducked under his arms, kicked him on his derrière, and started running down the center of the street. If people were laughing before, everyone on the main street of Cottonwood were now laughing and cheering. It was not only a race between the man in the blue jeans and the girl with the hairy legs, and the pink dress, but also by the thirty or so people following behind them, taking pictures. It was the funniest thing to happen in their city for the past twenty-five or more years.

Sergeant was waiting for that skinny prick to run out of steam, but he never did.

When he slowed down to a walk, Alan turned around and asked him, "Can I get married now?"

"So help me, Alan, if you hurt her, I will kill you."

"If I do Sergeant, you won't have to, I will do it myself."

They walked back to the crowd, after they shook each other's hand.

When Alan got to Susan, he said, "We still need a license and a judge."

"No, we don't. While you two were playing; Amanda took care of both."

"So let's get married."

Susan said, "Where?"

"All our guests are here, is the judge here?"

"I came to see the race. I will perform the marriage, where we stand."

"Thank you, Your Honor. Amanda, where are you hiding?"

"I am not hiding; I am under here, Alan." She turned sideways revealing herself. She was carrying all of sergeant's clothes, including his weapon belt. It looked like the all that stuff weighed more than she did.

"Do you have the license?"

"Yes, I do it is right here."

"Great, how would you like to be my best man?"

"I would be honored, Alan. I am also dressed appropriately. I am wearing slacks and a jacket."

Sergeant said, "Don't you start with me, Amanda."

Someone said from the crowd, "Is he talking nasty to you, darlin'."

She dropped all of Sergeant's clothes on the ground, and looked for up at her husband. "No Joe, he just has his jockey shorts all in a twist."

Joe knelt down to kiss her. She got up on her tiptoes to reach up to him. They barely made contact.

Joe asked her, "What is going on, baby?"

"Susan is getting married."

"Where is he? If he hurts her, I will kill him!"

"Joe be nice, he told me to tell you he is your new best friend."

Susan approached him and said, "Joe, let him be. He is the father of my baby."

As if she was a feather, he lifted her in the air above his head and said, "Really Susan, he knocked you up?"

"It is not the most romantic way to put it Joe, but yes, I am pregnant."

He brought her down slowly and kissed her on her cheek. He put her down on the ground, gently, and bellowed, "Where are you, you sonofabitch?"

Almost afraid to raise his voice or his hand, Alan said, "I am right here, Joe."

The Dutchman took two huge steps and was in front of him, in no time at all. With one giant hand, he raised Alan up in the air, and said, "Way to go man, way to go. That little dick of a husband of hers didn't deserve her. What do you do for a living?"

"I work for the FBI."

Joe dropped him to the floor, turned to Susan, and said, "Susan, you are marrying a cop. Isn't that asshole cousin of yours enough for one family?"

"Joe, Alan is a real cop. Sergeant just plays at being a cop. Look at him, does he look like a real cop to you."

Joe hadn't noticed what Sergeant was wearing before, but when he saw him in his pink dress, blonde wig with a bow on top, he started laughing in his deep bass voice, that eventually made the ground shake.

"Sergeant, you never looked better."

"Thank you, Joe, I have never felt prettier in my life."

"Susan, the judge is waiting, your maid of honor is catching a cold, and we have something to do before we can go on our honeymoon. Can we proceed now?"

Susan understood Alan's meaning and said she was ready.

Under a gorgeous late morning sky, Susan, and Alan exchanged their vows. When the judge asked for the rings, Susan said they didn't have rings to exchange.

Alan said, "Who said so?" He reached into his pocket and pulled out two individual packets of tissue paper. One had a pink X, and the other has a blue O. He handed Susan, the packet with the blue O and asked the judge to continue. When he told Alan to place the ring on Susan's finger, he opened his packet. He took out a 1 ½-carat diamond ring set in yellow gold. Susan had tears in her eyes, when she saw her ring, and he put it on her finger. When the judge asked Susan to place the ring on Alan's finger, she opened her packet and saw a man's' yellow gold ring. She put it on his hand, and continued to cry. The judge finished the ceremony and said you may now kiss your bride."

In the middle of the Main St., Cottonwood, AZ, the new Mister and Mrs. Alan Robbins kissed for the first time. The crowd, which started out at thirty or forty people, had swollen to a crowd of over 150. As the couple kissed, for the first time as husband and wife, the crowd roared its approval.

Amanda had them both sign the marriage license. She gave the license to the judge, and he signed it. Sergeant and she signed the document as witnesses, and handed it to the town clerk who notarized it. The manager from Mini-Might Print Shop ran to his shop and made ten copies of the document, and brought them back, before anyone noticed he was missing. He handed three to the town clerk, one to Sergeant, and one to Amanda for safekeeping. He gave the remainder to Susan, so she could hold them over Alan's head for the rest of his life.

It is amazing how much work can be done in a small town, in such a short period of time.

As the festivities broke up, Alan, and Susan went shopping. Susan was worried by the look on Alan's face. Susan had never done this before, but she asked, "Alan is there a problem?"

"Nothing that cannot be handled babe. I will be leaving a little later tonight than usual.

"Isn't that a good thing Alan?"

"For us Susan, yes, it is a very good thing. I have to buy more supplies than I did the last time. If I cannot fit it all into my truck, I will be back early next time. I may buy a bigger truck, or make more frequent trips. One way or the other, I will be seeing you on a regular basis, Mrs. Robbins."

Susan grinned when she heard him call her by her new name. She wondered if he was telling the truth, or if he was trying to assuage a guilty conscience. As long as he came back to her unharmed, she did not care."

When they went to the local big-box store, he bought double the amount of items he did the last few times they went shopping. There was no room remaining in her truck for the items she needed for the horses.

On the way back to the ranch, he apologized and said, "After we transfer this to my truck, we will go back to the store, and buy the things you need for the house and the barn."

"Like hell we will. I have been doing that for myself for years. This is my wedding day, and I expect you to consummate our marriage in the traditional way. You are going to fuck me, until you are exhausted. I do not want you to have 1 ounce of semen left in your balls and I am determined to verify that myself."

"Susan, remember I am the father of our child. I would like to be alive to see it born. Please do not kill me with kindness today. The undertaker would never be able to take the smile off my face."

"I guess I'd better asked Sergeant for the defibrillator, because I am going to fill your heart, with so much of my energy, you may not be able to handle it."

"You know darling, if I am going to die, I could not think of a better way to go. For an old broad, I could not think of a more beautiful wife, a more wonderful lover, or a more fantastic mother."

"I was thinking about hooking up the cattle prod to the battery of my truck for that first remark, about me being an old broad. Then you say the most wonderful things about me. So I will only put the batteries in it instead. Watch where you're going, Mister, you just missed the first turn, into my property. It is another half-mile to the next turn."

As they came up the back way, they unloaded everything from her truck into his. They continued up the bumpy road, until Alan hit the brakes hard.

"What's the matter, Alan?"

"There is a car parked in front of your house, and I do not recognize it. I want you to drive back to the main entrance to your place, and drive in like nothing is wrong. If it is who I think it is, tell them they just missed me. I am on my way to the Prescott airport. I am taking a flight to Washington, DC, because I have been recalled. Tell them the truth. We just got married in front of the whole town, because they will find out about it anyhow. I will circle around the back of the house, and make sure they do not harm you. I will be there for you, until they leave. They may circle back to make sure you told the truth. I will stay undercover for at least an hour. Go about your normal household business; just remember I am close by."

"Okay Alan, please remember, I do not want to lose our baby. I have waited too long for this to happen."

"Susan, I will not let them lay a hand on you. They will be dead before they touch you."

Susan circled the truck back to the main road and came in the front entrance. As she parked, two men came out of her house. She acted very angry.

"What the hell were you doing inside my house?"

"We were looking for you and a guy by the name of Alan Robbins."

"You just missed Alan. He is on his way to the Prescott airport. He was recalled to Washington, D.C. It was quite a blow to me, because we just got married this morning."

"Can you prove that he went to Prescott?"

"Hell, you can ask anyone in town. He got a call on his cell phone while we were getting ready to come back here. Instead of coming back in one truck, he went to his house, and took his to the airport. It must have been very important, because he took off like a bat out of hell."

"Why didn't he go to Phoenix?"

"I have no idea. I guess he was just following instructions."

"He said nothing else to you, except he was going to the Prescott airport."

"Alan does not discuss FBI business with me, not even when we are in bed together. He tells me it is my own good, and to keep me safe."

"How long ago did he leave?"

"We got married a few hours ago. We stayed around for about an hour, before he got the phone call. He left immediately after that, so I would imagine it is fifty minutes ago. Why do you need Alan?"

"We need to ask him some questions about a missing person."

"Shouldn't you be asking my cousin, Sergeant, about a missing person?"

"No ma'am, this is a Federal matter. They took this man across state lines."

"That is a typical government operation. One hand doesn't know what the other is doing. Maybe you can catch Alan on his cell phone."

"Do you have his number?"

"No, he would not give that to me. He said it was for business use only, and it was scrambled. It was a funny looking phone anyhow. I had never seen anything like it before."

"Thank you very much for all your help, ma'am; we will be on our way, now."

As they were driving out to the main road, one of the men said, "I think she is lying through her teeth. Let's wait around a while and see what happens."

They took up a vantage point where they could see the house from nearly every angle and watched for any movement. "Maybe he was in the house, and we missed him?"

They did not use the car to approach house this time. They circled around the barn, and walked up quietly to the front of the house. The front door was unlocked, and they walked in unannounced. They heard a noise coming from the bedroom, and walked the upstairs, hoping to find the two of them in bed.




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 05



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

THIS is a NOVEL.

15. A Meeting of the Minds

"Stop pacing around the house like a caged dog, Alan, or leave. You are getting me nervous."

"It is too early to leave, and I do some of my best thinking, while I am walking. I am trying to remember what the area is like, without having to use any aids. If I had a computer it would help "but I left mine behind."

"Why don't you use mine?"

"I did not know you had a computer."

"You probably don't know I have a living room either, because we've never made it that far into the house. It is the kitchen, the bedroom, or the bathroom. I do have six other rooms you know."

Alan smiled at her and said, "The next time I come back we will christen each one of them."

"That is big talk for a man who needed a three-hour nap today. A 42-year-old woman made a 27-year-old man whimp out."

"I have a joke which would fit perfectly for this situation. However, if I used it, you will chase me all around the house, and I will not be able to use your computer."

"You see Alan, you are learning. Let me show you where the computer is."

There was an old roll-top desk in the living room, and when she opened it there was a relatively new computer, surrounded by stock, bond, mutual fund trading forms and prospectus' from several well-known multinational companies.

Susan logged on to her computer and used her password to get Alan access.

He asked her to leave the room, while he did what was needed.

Susan said to him, "Do not play with my portfolio."

Alan asked, "What is a portfolio?" He ducked just as her hand went over his head.

Alan Googled up a map of Sedona in a large-scale satellite view and zoom down, until he could grid the position he needed, on Alternate 89A. He found the spot, and was not particularly happy with it. He would have preferred a meeting place a little further from Sedona, but he understood its purpose, from the other car's point of view. It would be logical for anyone seeing this car make a U-turn, from that point, that it had missed a turn onto Rolling Hills Road, and they were returning to it. He deleted the map, and called Susan so she could turn off her computer properly.

Susan sat down, and signed off her computer. She looked at him with a smile. "Well are you going to ask me or not?"

"It is not my business to mess in your affairs, Susan."

"Where is that fucking muzzle? We are married everything we have, we have together. You have never asked me a question about money, and you have told me everything concerning you. Don't you think it is about time you know about the woman who is going to have your child?"

"I know everything about her I need to know. I love her and she loves me. We would do anything for each other. Is there anything more important than that Susan?"

"Alan, we will talk about this when you get back. I don't want to add anything to your mind now, because I know how overloaded it is right now. Go, do your job, and do as you promised me; come back healthy, and come back to me soon."

"Remember, I was recalled to Washington, and that was the last you heard from me. If those people come back and say anything different; I went to Washington. I want Sergeant or one of his men or women to pay a visit to you, at alternating times of the day, every day, including weekends, while I am gone. Tell him it is very important. If he needs money to cover this expense, the government will cover it. No marked cars, just plain folks visiting you, because your husband had to leave town suddenly, and you have not heard from him since. Okay."

"I understand Alan. I will call Sergeant first thing in the morning. Now please go to work before you are late."

He walked out the front door, after kissing her goodbye. He licked the tear that fell from her left eye away, also. He said, "One day soon this will be over. I will quit the Bureau for you; and I will never leave you again. I promised you I would do anything to keep you happy. It is among the promises you can count your apples on."

When he turned his back to her, Susan had a grin on her face, so large, she thought it might crack.

He turned to her once more; and said that word again, so he could keep the grin on her face, until he came back; "ANYTHING!"

Susan put her arms around her chest and hugged herself joyfully. The smile did not her leave face, until she finally fell asleep.

Alan was too early, even for the 15 minutes plus time frame. He drove to the outskirts of Sedona, past the first circle towards the downtown area. He stopped to fill up his fuel tank, and get some water at the convenience store. As he finished paying, he saw a black Range Rover driving Southwest on 89A. He turned out of the gas station and fell in line behind it. He was a little less than 1500 feet behind the Rover, but unfortunately there were no cars in between them. There was no traffic on the road, at all, this night, in either direction. He varied his distance, getting closer, and moving further back; trying not to make the driver in front of him wary.

When the Rover passed Rolling Hills Road, Alan turned on to it, which he hoped made the people in the Range Rover relax. 5 minutes later, he moved back onto Alternate 89A, with his lights off, and stopped 500 feet behind the car. He flashed his lights and put on his emergency blinkers. Alan exited the Dodge Ram and put both hands on his chest, where they were visible. He walked up towards the other vehicle, and when he looked in the passenger side window, it was empty. A voice said "Do not move; identify yourself."

Alan replied, "Alpha."

William lowered his gun and replied, "Beta." He walked toward Alan, with the two women following close behind him.

William spoke for more than five minutes explaining what things were going to happen; and how they were going to go about it, when they got to his hideout.

Alan now knew, as long as William was with him; he was no longer in command of the overall operation. He was only in charge of the protection and resupply details. As far as he was concerned "Things were getting curiouser and curiouser."

William explained that he had a GPS with instructions to the cave, but Alan insisted that he follow him for the first time, because it was very tricky. He also told him Stephano was going to be very anxious when he heard other voices, and a second car coming into the cave. He would go in first, and disarm him, before they showed themselves.

Alan backed into the cave as far as he could, in an attempt to hide the Range Rover, from being seen from the outside.

Stephano heard the second car backing up, and he was not happy. He lay flat, behind the Kevlar box, wondering if anyone was going to start shooting at him.

Alan shouted, "Stephano, it's Alpha. As you have probably figured out, we have guests. I am coming out with my hands up so you can see me. The second person joining us will be someone you know. If you do not put down your gun and move away from it, with your hands in the air, she will be shot, and it will be your fault. Do you understand?"

"Let me see you Alpha, and we will go on from there."

Alan moved along the far wall from where Stephano was laying down. Alan told him to turn all the lights on in the cave so he could see who was coming in next.

Stephano turned on all the high-intensity lights, which lit up the entire inside of the cave.

Alan said, "Uncover her head, and send her to me. If he makes one false move, shoot her."

Stephano could not believe his eyes, when Patricia was thrown, stumbling, at Alpha.

He yelled, "Patricia, what are you doing here?"

"Stephano, are you sure you graduated college and graduate school, with a 4.0 GPA. I walked here, can't you see that. With my bare feet, and my hands cuffed behind my back; I walked across the George Washington Bridge and two thirds of the United States just to see you. They kidnapped me you asshole."

"You do not know how I missed that mouth of yours. It is like a breath of fresh air."

Turning to Alpha, Patricia asked, "Would you take these handcuffs off me for a minute; I want to take that rifle from him, and shove it up his ass."

"Stephano put down your rifle and walk away from it, before this pretty young thing dies where she is standing."

Stephano did what he was told to do, and walked back towards the wall of the cave. Alpha picked up the rifle, and called the all clear.

A man and woman came into view, and Stephano did a double take, when he saw Jemma.

Patricia snarled, "Should I leave you two alone?"

"Give me a break, Patricia. I have been alone in this cave for 7 weeks, and she is a gorgeous."

"What am I shredded wheat?"

Stephano stood there, without a reply on his lips.

"I guess you just figured out when your next kiss is coming."

"Come on Patricia that is not fair."

William laughed and said, "Well that answers one of the questions I had on the airplane."

Patricia looked at her father, with daggers in her eyes. Jemma poked him sharply in the ribs, with her elbow.

Jemma said, "Wasn't it enough for you to steal this girl out of a hospital bed, in front of the FBI, just to get even with his father. You abused her on the airplane, and are joking with her now, in front of her boyfriend."

Patricia screamed, "He is not my boyfriend. He will never be my boyfriend, even if he is the last male on this planet. Let him go fuck an ape, like Cain did, and start a whole new species. He is never going to fuck me."

William looked at Jemma and said, "Remember dear, love and hate are separated by a wet cunt hair. We may just use that against both of them. The thought of forcing him to have sex with her, may give her the impetus to give us the information we need. The reverse may be true for him. He may not want to have sex with her to prove that he is devoted to her. Either that or he may just have been out to get laid in the first place; as he was with Virginia DeMaio, when she was a junior at Penn, and Felicia Kahar in her first year of graduate school. He took both of their virginity's and paid for both of their abortions. Neither one of them has been the same, since those experiences. Stephano Valentino is a wonderful man, just like his father."

Stephano railed at the mention of those two names. "I don't know anyone by those names. I never got anyone pregnant, while I was in college or in graduate school. I most certainly never paid for anyone to get an abortion. You are lying; why are you lying?"

"We have affidavits from both girls, and their medical records. We have affidavits from their friends that say you are the father of the children that were aborted. What reason would they have to lie after the fact?"

"I don't know, but it was not me. If I got someone pregnant I would have stood up for her, and married her, if that was what she wished. I may not be the nicest guy you'll ever meet; but I would never do that to a young woman."

"Considering your batting average in high school, college, and graduate school Stephano, explaining that to a jury would be very difficult."

"It was not me, I'm telling you. I did not do that."

"Well that is not the reason we are here anyhow. Chain her up, and let's get about our business."

Alan unlocked one of the handcuffs from Patricia's wrists and went to locked it around the loops of Stephano's neck brace.

"Oh no you don't, I am not walking around tied to him; not after what you just said about him."

Stephano said, "Patricia it was not me."

"If it looks like a duck, and it walks like a duck, and quacks like a duck, IT IS A DUCK!"

William said, "Alpha, give her some room."

"Stephano, the kid gloves come off as of today. You will either give us all the information you have on your father's operations and the operations of the other four families in the New York area, or you will suffer the consequences. In addition to you, the young woman will suffer the consequences, also. We were told that she set up the computer system, in the Queens Office building. She will tell us how to break into it, without it shutting down or signaling that it is been tampered with, or she will suffer the consequences. It is a simple give and take. If you give us what we want, we will not take anything from you. If you fail to give us what we want, then we start taking away parts of you. We have found the use of drugs is only partially reliable. However, the use of medieval torture is completely reliable. We will start with simple beatings, though you will not find them simple. Miss Gallina is too frail to accept a severe beating. She will be subjected to mild beatings, sexual assault, and my personal favorite: bondage and sadomasochism. From what I am told she has limited sexual experience. This should be very exciting to watch. I will make sure that you have a ringside seat, while she is being interrogated, by Charlie. Charlie may not look like it, but she is an excellent dominatrix. When it comes to making a woman come to the edge of ecstasy and backing off, she is the best I have seen. What she can do to experienced women is amazing. What she can do to an 'innocent' will making her suffering 100 times more painful or pleasurable. We will find that out as the days go by.

We could have her do the same to you, but that would take too long, and for a period of time you would enjoy it. It would be counter-productive to our desired outcome. We are going to unload the truck now. Go lie down get some rest you will need it for tomorrow."

Patricia was leaning against the wall when Stephano approached her. She said, "Don't you come near me, or I will scream."

"Patricia, as God is my witness I did not do those things. I went to bed with a lot of women, during those years, but I never got anyone pregnant. I always used a condom. I was always responsible."

"What did they do, pull names and years out of thin air. They have affidavits, from other students, naming you as the parent."

"Did they show us any affidavits, or proof of any kind that I did these things?"

"No."

"I could walk into a class and say to them that your teacher is going to be Patricia Galina and she is 5 foot 11 and 600 pounds. You could walk in, tell them your Patricia Galina and they wouldn't believe you, because your 5 foot 3 and 110 pounds. They are accusing me of doing things that I cannot dispute, and I do not know why?"

"Maybe they just wanted to see how I would react if I thought you were a bastard. They should only know I think you are a bastard anyhow."

"Patricia, we have not seen each other in a while, and we are starting off on the wrong foot."

"That is correct, and what is the first thing that you do when you see me? A gorgeous young woman walks in the room; your head turns to her, your mouth opens, and you start drooling. You tell me how pretty she is, and when I ask you what about me, you cannot even come up with an answer. If that is not an insult, I do not know what is."

"You can share my bed with me tonight, if you would like."

"Goldfish, do you ever listen? Did you hear a word that I said?"

"Yes dear, every one of them, and if I had a logical answer for any of them I would give one to you. However, you have used up all the logical questions, and I do not have an equally logical retort. So I was hoping we could go to bed together and work it out."

"I am not your dear; dammit. You are a perfect example of why I love numbers more than men. Numbers make sense, men never do."

William said, "Alpha, separate those two, before they kill each other, and we have no one to interrogate. Charlie you are with me, we have to finish setting up at the mouth of the cave."

The first thing the next morning William and Alan set up a huge desert camouflage net in front of the cave. Alan knew someone put a lot of serious thought into this, because it reached all the way across the mouth of the crescent shaped canyon, and had enough range to tie off to the rocks were it came to the end. The color matched the area identically. However, it also brought into stark realization that the tire tracks lead directly to their position. A low-flying airplane could see these tire marks, if they were looking for someone hiding in this semi-arid region. Something had to be done immediately to correct that deficiency.

Alan grabbed the tarp and heavy cord out of his truck, and laid it down by the edge of the cave. He started pulling it, by himself. William stopped him and told him he would give him help. Jemma said she would help also, but both men said no.

Jemma looked at both of them and said, "Do not treat me like a girl. My dad was a mason, and I used to carry bricks to him, when he was building houses. I may not be as strong as I was back then, but I can still carry my own weight."

"Move over, old man, and let me show you how a woman works."

Three people pulling that tarp made the job much easier. They were able to walk nearly a quarter of a mile away from the cave, before Alan said stop. It became apparent that an alternate way to the cave had to be found for the last half mile, instead of straight in. The tire depressions in the ground were getting so deep; attempts like this would be worthless very soon.

Jemma asked, "Is all our traveling going to be done at night?"

Alan said, "Yes, it is."

"Why don't we get some Day-Glo Marking Paint and mark some rocks during the day. We can make a wide, circuitous route, to get back and forth to the cave. When we have it down correctly, we can put it in to your GPS computer's and get rid of the rocks, so only we will know how to get there."

William hugged and kissed her. He looked in her eyes and asked, "Were you a Girl Scout?"

Jemma smiled at him, "Of course, weren't you?"

Alan laughed, but Jemma screamed as William slapped her ass. He said, "Remember young woman, that belongs to me and I intend to use it very often."

Softly, she whispered in his ear, "I missed it last night."

"I did to Jenna. However, tonight we will have our camping gear out, and we will sleep among the stars. I will point them out to you as we create new ones to join them."

"Will you two please stop. I just got married, and I had to leave my wife before we were able to seal the deal."

"How the hell did you find time to fall in love and get married on the detail as hazardous as this one?"

"It was love at first sight. I wanted that woman more than anything else in this world. I would walk through fire for her. When this job is over, I am leaving the Bureau to be with her."

Jemma reached over, kissed Alan, and congratulated him on his marriage. William also congratulated him. He also reminded him that they still had a big job ahead of them; and to keep his eye on the ball.

When they returned to the cave, Stephano and Patricia were still going at it.

"Turn around so I can use the toilet."

"I will not turn around. You will not let me see your rear end under normal circumstances, so I will take advantage of you, while you have to answer natures call."

"You want me to believe that those girls are telling a lie. You will not give me the common courtesy of a little privacy, while I use the toilet. That says a lot for your character, Mister Valentino."

Alan said, "Charlie, put a bag over his head, if he touches you kick him in the nuts."

Jemma grabbed a canvas bag, from the back of the Rover, and said, "On your knees and face the wall, pretty boy; one bad move and you will be minus 1 out of 2, while you are awake."

Jemma put the bag over Stephano's head and tightened it. She turned to see everyone looking at her, and applauding silently.




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 05



Patricia pointed to her father and Alan to get out so she could use the facilities, such as they were.

While they were at the mouth of the cave, William and Alan set up the satellite antenna, and the transceiver. They covered both with moisture resistant material and a heavy tarp to keep the rain away from both of them. It did not rain much in this area; but when it came down, it came down hard, and it came down in a hurry.

Back in the center of the cave, William said, "Alpha, I would rather have the meat hook between the 2 vehicles. It will be easier for you and I to take down whichever one we have hanging at the time. We are going to have to be especially careful with her, because she could die of suffocation, if we keep her upside down too long. We will start her off at one hour, and have Charlie keep an eye on her vitals. Put the hook in the ceiling and let me know when it's ready. Give him a hand, Charlie."

William went about setting up the video and sound recorders, without speaking to Stephano or Patricia. They were sitting yards apart from one another, glaring back and forth, without saying a word.

"Beta, the hook is ready."

"Put cloth around her ankles, I do not want an infection to set in, before we can get the information we need out of her. One hour, not a minute more or less. Cuff her hands behind her back. If she goes unconscious use the Amyl nitrate to wake her up."

Alan approached Patricia, whose eyes were the size of silver dollars. She looked at Stephano, but never pleaded for his help. He stood her up, pulled around the curve, and out of sight.

A moment later, Stephano heard Patricia scream; a sharp sound of flesh meeting flesh, and a woman crying out, "No, no."

"Stephano how long do you think she can last upside down? You are bright boy, you know the human body. How much is it going to take for her blood to overload her lungs, her brain, and her legs to be starved of oxygen? I have been rude to you this past day. I have not told you my real name, and I know your father will want to know with whom you have been speaking. Everyone has been calling me beta, but I am William Zabo. Has your father spoken of me often? Has he told you how he killed Laura, and my daughter, Patricia, at her school in Massachusetts, along with 40 of her friends'? He wanted to be sure he didn't miss her. Hundreds of people now grieve, because your father wanted to kill one girl. Well he got her. He killed her and the police cannot prove he set it up, or had anything to do with it. Two people I love, and 39 students I know nothing about, died because your father wanted to kill one child. Are you worth that much to him Stephano? I am about to find out."

William yelled, "HIT HER!"

Stephano yelled, "NO!"

Patricia screamed in agony.

"AGAIN!"

Patricia screamed again. Stephano put his hands on his ears to buffer the sounds of Patricia's screams.

"AGAIN!"

There was another scream but it had less power behind it.

"Again."

Stephano yelled, "No more, please stop hitting her."

"Again."

There was no scream this time.

Alpha yelled, "She is unconscious, we are going to have to wake her up. Give us a minute."

William said, "Charlie, bring me the bat."

Jemma handed William the bat and showed it to Stephano. He said, "In your father's day, he would go through hundreds of wooden baseball bats to get his point across. When they would break, he would just toss them into the garbage, and use another one.

I like to be more ecologically friendly. When I show the tapes to your father, while I am beating you to a pulp, I'm going to point out to him that I am using an aluminum bat. These do not break like the wooden bats; especially for the purposes we use them. Of course if we have to hit someone in the head, then we do risk breaking the bat. I'm going to turn on the recorders, and see if you have anything to say about your father's operations, and the operations of the other four families in the New York area. If you do I will keep the bat here. If you do not, the bat will go back to where Miss Gallina is, until her one hour is up. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

Stephano saw the green light go on and stared at it, but nothing came out of his mouth.

William Zabo smiled at him but did not say a word.

Alan yelled, "Beta, she is awake."

"Come here and get the bat."

As Alan was taking the bat from William he said, "I may have nicked the lower rib on the last swing. I don't think I broke it, but I will stay lower next time."

"Go after her ovaries and her kidneys, especially. At her age, those will cause her the most pain, as her cycles come around. Make sure you do not kill her, at least until we have a chance to interrogate her."

Within 30 seconds of Alan returning into the entryway, Patricia screamed again and coughed as if she was throwing up.

Stephano kept looking at that green light, as if he was hypnotized by it.

"AGAIN!"

There was another bloodcurdling scream and coughing and then silence.

Allen said, "Beta, she coughed up blood, I do not know how much more of this she will be able to take today."

"Okay."

When Stephano heard him say "okay" he thought Patricia's agony was over for the day, and she had been given a reprieve until tomorrow.

"Start on her legs; her thighs first, then her calf's then her feet. Make sure the bitch will never walk again."

Stephano broke. He yelled, "No more, do not hurt her anymore. I will tell you what you want to know. I will tell you everything I know, I swear it."

"Go lie down on your mattress and do not move. I have to help them take her down off the hook, and bring her outside and tend to her wounds. Alpha will be back, and he will start your interrogation. One lie, Stephano, she goes back up there, and we start all over again. She has over forty-five minutes remaining on her first session. If you tell us one lie, I will make sure she wishes she was dead when this is over."

Alan was a professional at taking depositions and interrogating witnesses. Once he started with Stephano it went on and on.

As night fell, William joined them. "I think she is doing better. I would like to have Delta take a look at that rib, in the hospital. Let's meet in 4 nights. Do your normal routine; take the satellite and the transceiver with you. Emergencies call 911."

"Very funny, beta, you are my 911."

"That is why I told you to call me."

Alan whispered, "It would be nice if I had your phone number."

William said "That is a valid point. I will have my secretary call you."

Alan looked at the back of William's head as he walked away, not believing he said or that he was leaving without telling him what he needed to know. He found the number on a business card underneath his windshield wiper.

By 11:30 p.m. Stephano was exhausted and needed sleep. Alan asked him if he wanted a hot meal first, because he had earned it.

Stephano declined, walked over to his bed, and collapsed.

Alan took the three discs to the transceiver and encoded them. He checked his watch for the next secure satellite passage, tuned into its frequency, and sent the first burst message, which would tell the ground operator to bounce the signal all over the sky rather than point-to-point. It would make it impossible for anyone trying to locate the transmission point of the first signal. Alan waited for the transceiver to go green, across the board. When it did, he pressed the button and the machine did all the rest. In 7 seconds, it transmitted over 11 hours of Stephano's interrogation; twice. One went to Colorado, and the other to Maryland. You can never be too sure about these finicky machines, and two copies are always better than one.

As the Range Rover climbed onto alternate 89A heading northwest, Patricia was sullen, and her father did not have to ask her why?

"Do you love him?"

"Please dad not now."

"I will take that as a yes."

"Will you drop me off at the corner; I need to take a walk."

"If there was a corner to drop you off, I would. Now we have to discuss business. This is business Patricia. What you did today was business; can you separate business and pleasure"

"Dad I do not know if I love him, but I do know I could never marry him. Just the thought of being in a family of people who killed my mother would drive me insane. Stephano has always been very nice to me. I have only known him for a very short time. I have known of his father far longer than him, because of mom. If they had never found us I would never have known of Stephano. Why couldn't they have just left us alone? We weren't bothering them. None of this had to happen. Don Bruno brought this upon himself, and I hate him with every fiber of my being."

"Are you going to be able to continue with your part of our plan?"

"Yes dad, I will have no problem completing my part. Steve offered to help, and I am going to let him, and a few of our friends do just that, if they want to."

"You do not want too many novices getting involved, Patricia."

"No one will even know they exist, dad. They will all be phantoms. I have to use my computer to contact him and I will do that first thing in the morning."

Jemma smiled as she climbed into bed with her husband. "I told Patricia that I am not quiet, while we are making love. I told her not to be embarrassed by my screaming and yelling, because I love you so. I own your body, sir, and I am going to take advantage of it starting right now. You have gone without for three days and if we make love now, you will cum instantly. I am going to help you last longer. Lie back husband, I am going to show you how much I have learned, since my first time with you, in the airplane."

Seconds later William groaned. Jemma had taken him in one swallow to his root, and nearly unmanned him in that moment.

William cried out, "Oh Jemma, what you do to me."

She stayed where she was and flexed her throat muscles around him playing with his expanding dick, while tormenting him with every passing second.

When he could not take it anymore, he yelled, "Jemma, stop, you have made your point. I do not want to cum yet."

She came up for air and smiled at him. "I am a lot better now than I was the first time William."

"The first time, you were an oral virgin. Now, I would put you in the ranks of the 'Orally Superior.'"

"Thank you sir, but I am not finished."

William gave her an evil stare and said, "Madam, I am just about to start."

Jemma screamed when he grabbed her by her hips and threw them over his head and his mouth landed between her thighs.

She yelled, "Not fair, William, this was for you."

He replied as he munched on her pussy, "You are right, this is for me." To prove his point, he nipped at her clit, and Jemma screamed.

"William you are forgetting what I am holding, and I will get even with you."

He replied, "Let's see who gets to the finish line first."

She yelled, "You are on, Mister Zabo!" She descended on his dick down to the root, again. One hand played with his balls and the other found his anus and forced a finger inside it.

William grunted as she did this. "Two can play that game." He removed his mouth from her pussy, and stuck two fingers in there to wet them. He moved them rapidly in and out of her, while his left hand tweaked the nipple of her breast. He pulled his fingers to the very edge of her pussy and put his thumb on her clit. Then he pressed his thumb and fingers together forcefully, causing Jemma to stop her up and down motion. She removed her mouth from his dick dropped her head to her chest as his thumb rubbed over the pleasure point and she said, "You fucking bastard, that is cheating."

She reached down with one hand, cupped his balls with it. She started to apply pressure and said to him, "It is your choice husband."

William did stop, because he thought he could get her to cum before the pain became too excruciating. He was wrong and he had to let go of her clit a lot sooner than he wanted. He placed his mouth over it to try and keep it as sensitized as it was, but all it did for Jemma was release the agony she felt coming from it. She attacked his prick again with a fierceness and motivation he had never seen from her before. Within moments his back was arched against the bed, his heels were dug into the mattress and he felt the fluid flowing up from his balls and up the tube. He yelled, "Jemma, you win."

One half second later, she received his offering deep into her throat. She welcomed it deep into her belly, much more than a prize. It was his tribute to her for everything she had learned over the past five months. He had promised her the world, and was delivering it every day, and in every way. Even knowing and learning from Patricia made her feel special. Patricia treated her as an equal, who she knew she could never be.

As she continued to nurse on his dick, William had recovered his senses and continued his onslaught on her pussy. He removed his two fingers from her and wet her anus with her fluids. He moved his tongue to her crinkled hole and played around it as Jemma moaned.

She took his balls into her mouth and suctioned them. His dick started to return to life. She loved how virile her husband was and how quickly he could return to a state of readiness. Then she felt the fingers enter her bottom, his tongue return to her cunt, and his fingers tighten on her nipples. As soon as his tongue touched the rough spot on the roof of her tunnel, she yelled, and exploded.

"How does he do this to me? I did not even feel close, yet I came at his touch." She laid her head between his thighs, totally sated.

William asked, "Are you finished for this evening, my love?"

Jemma turned around so she could face her husband. "No, I am just confused. How do you do that to me? I did not have any sensation that I was going to orgasm, and yet, at the touch of your tongue, I exploded. How is that possible, William? How do you control my body so well?"

"Darling, I do not control your body. We are so in tune with one another; our bodies queue into each other's pleasure, and respond to it. It is the ultimate display of love."

"Love me again, William. I want to feel you inside me. I want to feel that same feeling, again, tonight."

"We are going to feel this feeling for many years to come, Jemma, not just tonight."

Steven was at work the following day, when his computer alerted him to a message being received through his back channel. He closed up shop, turned on the alarm, and went to see who contacted him.

Hello Steven, I wanted to thank you for helping me escape from the hospital, and to tell you I am safe in my father's arms. If you are still willing to get involved, and help me catch the people who killed my mother and our friends from school, I have a plan to do it. It will require five, possibly 6 of our highly skilled friends, at least two of whom are excellent at using secure satellite technology. Here is my webpage, and your instructions on how to access it. Memorize and destroy the information immediately. If any of you are in trouble or being watched, transmit the information to me in a normal message, add an extra forward slash and I will know. Help will be sent to all involved, immediately. I will not be upset if our friends say "No," because this is a very dangerous operation. Never do anything at home or from your office. An Internet Café or a library would be ideal for what is needed. Let me know as soon as a decision is made. Nakedly yours, Patty.

Steve was about to reply when he remembered her admonition not to use his own computer. He placed a few of his flash drives into his pocket and went to the main New York City library. If anyone could get lost, this was the building to get lost in. He typed in Patricia's webpage, and signed in. He laughed when he saw her head on top of a naked body, which he knew was not hers.

"Hello Steve, are you hard yet?

"Patty, if it was your body I would be, but this woman has a chest 3 times the size of yours; I like yours better."

"This is about as close to that chest as you are going to get, Steve, so enjoy it."

"I was closer to it in the hospital, just in case you have forgotten."

"It was a 'Close Encounter of a Third Kind,' and I will remember to turn my back the next time."

"Fantastic, I will get to see your ass the next time. I will be able to put the whole picture together in my mind."

"I keep saying this over and over again. ' Men' that is why I love numbers more. Numbers always make sense, men never do.'"

"It is because you are female, and you have no idea what goes on in the male psyche. For women, numbers like 1 and 1 equals 2. For men, numbers are to be used as digits divisible only by themselves and the number 1: Prime Numbers, Patty. No woman has ever figured that out, and until they do, they will never understand MAN."

"Why are you telling me this inside information?"

"I told you in the hospital."

"Okay pervert, on to business."

"What does being in love with you, have to do with being a pervert?"

"Steve, think of this as business, and not pleasure. Until my mind is clear of the first one; I will be not able to think about the other."

"Who do you want me to kill and how soon? I do not want to wait for part 2."

"I hope you are not on your business computer."

"I am in the main branch of the New York Public Library."

"Here is what I need you to do, and the quickest possible way for you to do it. The New York family's main computer is in Queens, New York. The satellite transmission facility is outside Miami, Florida. We have to find out how they transmit the information from New York to their satellite facility in Miami. Due to my involvement with that computer, they will be looking for any intrusion there. The first thing is to find out how they transmit the information from the primary site in Queens, to their satellite location, outside Miami. They must use a data link between buildings and then transmit from that building by microwave linkup to Miami. That would be the best place to start an intercept. Then we go after their alternate sites. I have no idea where they are, but I bet they are out of this country. We would have to find out where they are, and then get the information out of those computers, without being caught. Getting the new information will be easy if our satellite people can intercept it while it's being transmitted. If not, we will have to get it from the alternate computers.

The FBI is listening in to the satellite facility in Miami. Do nothing to impede their investigation. What they gather, plus what we gather for them, should put many of these people in jail for life everlasting.

See if you can get some people to help us and let me know how many are willing to risk their necks to put these people in jail. Thanks again Steve for getting me out of the hospital safely."

"I will put out an APB through Professor Winfield, at school. Everyone keeps in touch with him. I will let you know in a few days how many volunteers we have. Stay safe, and I want a picture of you, naked, the next time I open this page. Steve"

"What is the highest prime number you can think of Steve? Double that and add one. It is the closest you will ever get to see me naked on a computer."

"You cannot blame a boy for trying!"

"Go to work, send your message, and get your mind off sex. IT IS NOT GOING TO HAPPEN."

"How much do you want to bet on that Patty?"

"I have more than $60 million in the bank; will that do?"

"Can I have some, pretty please?"

"Stop thinking about sex and get to work. I will think about it."

"I was not thinking about sex, I was thinking about the second most wonderful thing in the world, MONEY!"

"GO TO WORK, NOW. Patty"

Patricia wondered what he would do if he received a check for $1 million. She could not use her own account, because she was afraid someone could trace it from him to her current whereabouts. She would have to speak to the mathematician in the family, her dad.




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 05



She looked up Lionsliquidlogic.com and printed out the information. She brought it to her father and asked him how she could send $1 million to her friend to help him put together everything he needed to go after Bruno Valentino and the other families.

William laughed, "Only $1 million and you do not know how to do it?"

"Dad, give me a break; I have only had this money for a few months. Mom had me on an allowance at school. Do you remember this saying dad? 'IF YOU TELL ME HOW TO DO IT, I WILL FORGET IT; IF YOU INVOLVE ME IN THE PROCESS, I WILL REMEMBER IT FOREVER!'"

William dropped his head and smiled. "It would seem your mother did not forget one word of what I told her or what I taught her. Twenty years after we are forced apart, she makes me eat my own words. Wherever she is now, she is laughing at me, as I struggle to deal with my own child.

He did as she asked. However, he also had another student sitting at his right side, taking notes. Jemma slowed the process down, because she did not have a photographic memory, but she wanted to learn just as much as Patricia did. When William was finished, and the money was transferred to Steve, Patricia sat down with Jemma and helped her understand what had happened; and how it was done. It was not a one-time thing. Patricia and Jemma sat down for hours on end, day after day, when they were not at the cave learning about math, language, and most important computers. They were inseparable. Jemma turned out to be a fine student; not only with what William told them about the transfer of monies between accounts; but also when it came to learning about the use, and intricacies of using a computer. She no longer spent her downtime watching television. You would always find her working on the laptop William purchased for her.

William set up, what he told Jemma was a 'Shadow Account' with the New York Stock Exchange. It showed a $1,000,000 initial deposit for her to use to investing in the stock market. He told her no real money was being won or lost. "This is to be a learning process for you. Keep notes. Explain why she bought a particular stock and why she sold it. Pick your own stocks or bonds. Make your own trades, and figure out your own strategies. I will check on your progress in three months. Everything you need to know about your stocks and bonds is on the computer. Read the reports before you buy or sell, and remember what Patricia said about how she found me, when you are about to make a decision; "The easiest answer is usually the right answer."

Jemma walked away from William with a headache. She wanted to learn, but she had a new mantra, and she kept repeating it over and over in her mind, "This shit is hard."

5 days later, Steve went on to Patricia's homepage with the phrase, "Houston, we have a problem."

Patricia's laptop signaled she had a message and laughed when she saw Steve's message.

"Your dick has not gone down, since the last time we talked?"

"No, although that may be true, it is even worse than that. When the class and faculty heard you were alive, and I explained why the members of our school were killed, 37 of our class members, and 18 professors volunteered for your mission. When I explained to them that we only needed 5 or 6 people, and would some of them volunteer to withdraw, none of them would. What do you want me to do?"

"What a wonderful problem to have. I will have to think about it. It is time for me to go outside and sunbathed. I do some of my best thinking that way. Give me a moment please, as I undress. Oh yes, Firm Breast, Tight Abs, Smooth Belly, No Pubes(Shaved Daily), Runners Legs; and Oh Yes, A High Tight Ass."

Patty, you are one teasing bitch. That was not fair. I will never get any work done today daydreaming about you."

"Steve, you silly man; you thought I was talking about me. I was talking about my new Mother-in-Law, Jemma. She is a few years older than I am, but she and my dad are totally in love with one another. She is 6 feet tall and if I were her, I would never put any clothes on. She is absolutely stunning. When Jemma and I are in the same room, no one notices me at all."

"Now I am surely going to kill you. I have a hard-on that will not go away, because there are 2 gorgeous women sunbathing in the nude."

"Steve, wake up. Jemma is in the nude, I am wearing a full bathing suit."

"Are you trying to spoil my entire day?"

"You can always let your imagination run wild."

"Run hell, it is stampeding."

"Now that I have yanked your chain, and have your total attention, I think we may be able to work on our Houston problem, with everyone taking a part. The professors have access to the schools satellite communication antennas. It solves one major problem for us. They can work in rotating shifts to gain all the information transmitted from the Miami satellite facility to the satellite facilities. I do not know how many storage sites they have, however, if I were to take a guess it would be a minimum of 2 or 3. Where they would be; I would say in one of the new Republic's that broke off from the Soviet Union, or the big 3: Russia, China, or India.

I have transmitting sites frequencies. I know what satellite they used to help me track down my father. I think it is the only satellite they use. I know who sold them their satellite time. These 3 pieces of information should be very helpful in tracking down the locations of the back-up sites.

I do not know what type computers they are using at the back-up facilities. However, our classmates and the professors will be able to break into any one of them, and steal all the information needed to prosecute these bastards in court. Once we have everything the government will need, I will kill their computers. Do you have flash drives with you?"

"Like my American Express card, I never leave home without them. What do you mean by "Killing Their Computers?"

"I would tell you but then I would have 2 choices to make about what to do with you. The first is to kill you. The second option is for you to take me on as a full partner, when this is all over. I preferred the first option; what do you think?"

"I am not particularly fond of the first option. What do you bring to the table for the second option?"

"I sent you a letter a day or so ago. Let me know if what I sent you is enough for me to sit at the table."

"Is it bigger than a breadbox?"

"No, but you may be able to fit it in a flash drive."

"I am not changing the name of my company."

"We will discuss it after you receive my letter. Put your flash drive in now; I am going to transmit all the secure information I mentioned before. Get it to Professor Winfield, as soon as possible. Once he has located the backup sites, then we will start parceling out the jobs to our other friends to get the information out, printed, and to the police and federal agencies involved. Have Professor Winfield send a copy of everything to MIT. Ask them to store everything in their most secure computer. These people attacked our school once; there is no reason to think they would not do it again."

"You can transmit Patty, I am ready."

It took 3 minutes to transmit all the information to Steve and as he looked around the computer area it seemed that everyone was looking at him. He became paranoid. He reached into his pocket, took out several flash drives, and 'accidentally' dropped them on the floor. He got out of his seat bent down and started to pick them up. While he was down there, he slipped the real flash drive into his sock. He did not think anyone would search there, looking for a hidden device.

He would never make the CIA's list of the 10 best foreign agents or industrial spies.

He walked across town to the main Barnes & Noble building. He logged on to Professor Winfield's site, and informed him that he had a message from Patty, which would require downloading at his end, and to call him, when he was ready to receive it. He looked at his watch, and realized the professor would be in the middle of teaching a class. He browsed around the geek section of the bookstore, and found a new book on "Archive Retrieval." He walked back to his desk and began to read it. After reading the first chapter, he walked to the checkout counter, and paid the $195.99 and purchased the tome.

40 minutes later his cell phone rang, and Professor Winfield said that he was ready to receive Patty's message. The super sleuth retrieved the flash drive, from his sock, inserted it into the computer, and hit send.

As Doctor Winfield looked over the message he said to Steve, "Why does she need us, she has everything here to do the job herself."

"Professor, she was always the smartest one in the class. Maybe this is a test to see if we are up to her standards."

"If they had not killed 40 of our students, I would laugh at that statement. However, I will do anything I can to put those bastards in jail."

"I agree Doctor Winfield, let's find those backup sites. After we retrieve all that information, and disseminated it to the authorities, Patty told me she is going to kill their computers."

"What does she have her up her sleeve now, Steve?"

"She gave me 2 options professor. She told me option one she would have to kill me. Option two; I would have to make her a full partner in my business. I will admit it was a very hard decision for me, but I chose the second option."

"That is why you came in the nineteenth in the class, and she came in first. You should have picked the first option, and she would have made your business a success."

"Now why did not I think of it that professor? Should I call her back and ask her the method she was going to use to kill me?"

"No Steve, that would take the surprise out of it; and you know how you love surprises."

"I did not like your surprise exams."

"My exams were posted on the bulletin board one week ahead of time. I never gave a surprise examination."

"I guess that is why everyone did better than I did in your class."

"Do you really think so Steve? Do you think studying might have helped you?"

"Professor Winfield, I graduated with almost a gentlemanly 'B' average. Let's work on Patty's problem. I would like to get an A+ from her."

"Okay Steve, I will get the professors together and we will work on a schedule tonight. We will start snooping on their satellite during the early morning hours and see what we can pick out of the air. I will talk to you later in the week."

16. Find Alan Robbins

The last video Bruno Valentino saw of his son, Stephano, was of him hanging upside down, and with his hands handcuffed behind him. His mouth gagged, and there was blood on his face and his neck. The worst of it was the black and blue marks all over his abdomen. There was a dark-haired man in the foreground getting ready to swing a bat when the video ended.

"Bruno, I did not want you to see what happened next. It was not a pretty sight, when I hit him in the ribs, and he vomited. Your son is doing quite well for young man who was not raised as you were. He was raised as a gentleman. You were raised like a mongrel. He was raised to flourish in the business world. You were raised to flourish in the underworld. It is you that should be on this meat hook, not Stephano. Why could not you leave my Laura alone? I would not have to kill your son in this horrid manner. You brought this on yourself, and I hate every day of it. I am hurting an innocent man, because you killed an innocent woman. Are you hurting yet Bruno? How does your wife feel? Does she want her son back yet? Does she cry in your bed at night, when you try to sleep? You thought you could get away with this abomination. You thought you could kill 3 innocent people and get away with it. Yes, I put myself as an innocent person also. I did my job. Your father was not the only one paying me. Four other families were paying me to do the right thing. Your father was a thief; he stole from his friends, and he had to pay with his life, because it was your code. It was not my code of ethics. It was your code of ethics. I would have made him pay the money back, with a large interest penalty. Killing him made no sense to me. I was not in a position to make the decision. I was the moneyman, not the decision-maker. If you were going to kill anyone it should have been the head of the other 4 families, not Laura. Then you went after my daughter, and missed her. You killed 40 other people, instead. You are vile, disgusting man, Bruno. You have no redeeming values. If Patricia had stayed in the hospital 10 more minutes you would have either killed her or imprisoned her in one of your slave shops. Either way she would have been dead to me. I will give you a moment to reply.

"William, this is Victoria Valentino. Is there anything I can say or do that will get me my son back alive?"

"Victoria it is always the innocent who get caught up in an evil plan. You had nothing to do with this. Stephano had nothing to do with this. Your entire family had nothing to do with this. Yet they all must suffer, because your husband could not let the death of his father go. He went after the wrong people, because he feared going after the heads of the 4 families that truly wronged him. He went after the innocent people, instead of the people that handed down the death sentence. What would you have me do? He killed a woman that would have been my wife. He went after my daughter, missed her, but killed 40 children in the attempt. He sent squads of people to Italy to kill me, which was against the code. He knew he was not allowed to do anything across the ocean. If the 4 families found out he did this he would be executed by them. I could make a phone call to any one of them, tell them what he did and all this could be over in an instant. However, that would not satisfy me. He killed my happiness. He killed Laura; an innocent woman, living an innocent life. He tried to kill my daughter; another innocent woman living another innocent life. If I let the commission kill Bruno, this would end, but I would have no satisfaction. I would have to let Stephano live, because he is an innocent, also. I will not do that; I want my pound of flesh. I want revenge.

You sit at home, crying for the return of your son. 40 families sit at home crying for their lost children. Who hurts more? Who is more deserving of kindness? What would you have me do? Is Bruno going to go to the federal authorities, and confess to the murders of these 40 children? I do not think so. He does not have the courage to do so. However, I will not kill Stephano for one week. If during that week Bruno goes to the US attorney, in New York, pleads guilty to these crimes, agrees to testify against the other families, and forgoes a jury trial, Stephano will walk into your home alive and well, within 2 months. This, I swear on Laura's grave."

William, this is Bruno. I have listened to your arguments, and I will agree to do what you ask. However, I will need 2 weeks to get my personal affairs in order. To be honest, I do not know if I can do it, but I am going to call my attorney, and do this as quietly as I can. If the other families find out I am going to do this, I will be dead before I enter the Federal Building.

"There are ways to enter the Federal Building other than through the front door Bruno. No one says you have to go in through the garage, either. There are tunnels underneath the building. They are secure, and all you have to do is ask the US attorney to have you escorted into the building that way."

"I will not go into the Federal Building like a rat."

"Bruno you have lived a life worse than any rat. Think of this as your key to getting Stephano back to your family 'alive,' and let that be your guide."

"How do I know you are going to keep your word, William?"

"I promised it on Laura's grave. I would never desecrate her name, by going back on my word."

"Alright William, two weeks from today I will give myself up. Remember I still have people that will go after you, if my son does not come back alive."

"I never wanted this Bruno. We could have been friends all these years. We could have made money together, but you had to be a hard ass about it. I led a simple life when I left the United States. Laura and Patricia led simple lives. It took you 17 years to find them. Why couldn't you let it go?"

"It was a matter of honor William."

"Bullshit; honor would have been going after the heads of the other 4 families. They were your neighbors, and your business partners. You could have taken them out one by one, anonymously. You took the easy way out, and went after two innocent women and me."

"It is too late for me to think about that now. I will have to live with my sins of omission and commission. Two weeks, and I will turn myself in William. Keep my son safe, please."

"I will not beat him for 2 weeks. I will let him rest and recuperate. On the fifteenth day if you are not in jail, he is dead. Do you understand me Bruno, he is dead."

"Yes William I understand."

"I will be on the air in one week at 8 PM your time. Goodbye."

A phone rang in Bruno's house and it was handed to him. Bruno put the phone to his ear and said, "Yes!"

"Sir, Zabo in Arizona. We were able to pinpoint his position to a place 8 miles north of Cottonwood. There is no town or city there, so he must be camping out in the wilderness. I can give you the coordinates, but that is the best I can do."

"Thank you, I will be in touch with you in a few moments."

He picked up his cell phone and hit a speed dial number. "Martin, take 16 men and go to Cottonwood through the city of Sedona. Tell Rodriguez to go to Cottonwood through Prescott with the same amount of men. If this Alan Robbins is back from Washington, I do not want him to slip by us. You will get the GPS coordinates on your way to the airport. Take his wife hostage if you have to but I want you to speak to that bastard and find out what he knows about Zabo's whereabouts. Do it the hard way and do it fast. Then go to the coordinates, and look for my son; I only have 2 weeks to get him. Find him for me."

"Yes sir, I will make arrangements for us to fly out first thing in the morning."

"No you idiot, rent a jet to take you to Phoenix, now. Do not wait for an airline; I do not care what it costs. Time is of the essence. The sky is the limit on this trip."

"Yes sir, I will do it right now."

It was not yet sunrise when the alert signal went off on the transceiver indicating a priority message was waiting for them.

Alan slipped a decoding disk into the slot and pushed the receive signal. The board lit up like a Christmas tree, but the message only lasted for 30 seconds. Alan wondered what could be so important at this hour of the morning for them to send such a short message. He put his headset on and played the message. His eyes widened and he said, "Oh my God, the shit has hit the fan."

He woke up William and told him privately what was happening and what he wanted to do. William said, "No! First, we are getting rid of the girls. Then we will make a decision on what we do with Stephano and ourselves"

"When you say the girls, that includes my wife, or it is a nonstarter for me."

"Your wife is the lead in this plan of mine. She is going to take my two girls on an expedition, and get lost for two weeks. They must not come out, until we call them with the all clear signal."

"That sounds like fun; should I call Susan now and give her a heads-up. Those bastards are on their way here already, and we do not have a lot of time to set things up."

"Yes Alan, do that right now. You said she has a cousin enforcement. She may want to take him along for extra security."

"Okay, I will make a call to him first."

"Cottonwood Police Department, this is Amanda; how may I help you."




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 05



"Hello Amanda, this is Alan. May I speak to Sergeant please?"

"Hello Alan, how is Washington?"

"I hate sitting in chairs being lectured six hours a day and having my ass reamed for the other two Amanda. I would rather be out there with Susan. I need to talk to Sergeant, is he there?"

"No, he is in his Jeep roaming around. I can have him call you back if you want."

"Could you give me his cell phone number instead?"

"Sure thing, here it is---------."

"Thanks Amanda, I hope to be back there, before the snow flies."

Alan dialed, and when Sergeant picked up he said, "Sergeant, this is Alan, can you talk?"

"Every time I talk to you Alan, there is trouble. What is it now?"

"We are going to get guests from the East looking for me. The Bureau picked up a satellite transmission that homed in on my position. A jet is in route from New York to Phoenix with a lot of unsavory characters on it. If they are coming for me, they are going to visit Susan also. I have two women with me in protective custody. I need all three of them to disappear into Red Rock State Park, and then into the forest area beyond it, on horseback, for two weeks, maybe a little longer. I am going to call Susan to get her horses ready for my two people and herself. I would feel a lot better if you could get some men to accompany them. It would be even better, if they were good shots, with rifles, at long range."

"Alan, there has not been this much excitement in my town, since I was born. One city slicker comes out here, and all hell breaks loose. What are you up to dammit?"

"I am putting you in danger, so you have a right to know. I am protecting a witness that is going to testify against the mob in New York. They are coming to get him. They are coming to get me, because I am going to testify, also."

"Where are you, I will have my men come and get you?"

"I am safe; I need you to take care of the girls. They are the ones that are vulnerable. Can you get to Susan in an hour or so?"

"I will be at Susan's in fifteen minutes. I will make a few calls and get some men ready to take them into the outback. How soon can you get the other two women there?"

"Soon, very soon, they are on their way now. I am going to call Susan and tell her to get herself ready. When you know how many people are going, you can saddle up as many horses as needed."

"Stay safe Alan, Susan will be heartbroken if anything happens to you."

"I intend on being alive for a long time Sergeant. I am going to remind you of that dress for a lot of years."

"You have not heard the end of that episode."

"I will talk to you later; I have to call Susan."

Sergeant said, "I have to call Felix."

"Hello!"

"Hello Susan, it is Alan, I wish this was a social call, and I could say something besides I love you, but I have a lot to tell you so please listen carefully. Trouble is coming, babe. Sergeant is on his way to you now. You are going to go into Red Rock State Park on horseback for two weeks to hide. Men are coming from the east to look for me, and the person I am protecting. Very shortly a man driving a black Range Rover will be driving up the main road to your house. He will have two women with him. Do not shoot him, please. Ask him to identify himself. If he says anything but the word "beta," then you can shoot him. Do you understand?"

"Yes Alan, 'beta,' anything else, shoot him."

"One of the women with him is 6 feet tall and her name is Jemma. The other woman is 5 foot 3 inches tall and her name is Patricia. They are both as important to me as you are. Sergeant knows all about me and the operation that I am involved in. He had a right to know, because I am putting him in danger. He is going to round up some people to go out there with you to keep you safe. Take your own personal weapons with you. Hide your truck if you can so they think you are not at home. The most important thing to me is your safety; everything else is secondary."

"Okay Alan, I will start getting ready now. Are you going to be safe?"

"As I told Sergeant, baby, as soon as you and the two girls are safe, beta, and I will be snug as a bug in a rug. They were going to use you as leverage to get to me. That is why you are going to disappear with our two girls. The Range Rover should reach you in the next seven to ten minutes. Please have your clothes on."

"Very funny, husband; I only take them off on special occasions."

"I guess when I come home you will do it for me?"

"When you come home, I will never put clothes on again."

"That will give me even more incentive to come home safe to your arms; and all the other parts of your body that I love."

"I will have that muzzle ready for you when you get back. That New York wit of yours is going to get you in trouble again."

"Make sure the muzzle leaves room for my tongue to work, otherwise you are going to miss out on some of my best performances."

"A black car has just driven up to the front of the house. Please stay on the phone with me, Alan."

Susan walked to the front of the house, and opened the door slightly. She yelled, "Identify yourself."

William replied, "Beta."

Susan opened the front door and said, "Come in please. Alan is on the phone, would you like to speak with him?"

"Thank you, Susan. Alan is everything going according to plan?"

"Yes it is. A police car should be pulling up to Susan's home very soon. It will be her cousin, Sergeant. I told him I am holding a witness that is going to testify in a drug trial against the mob, and that I am going to testify also. Use that as my cover, and you are the senior agent. Do not identify yourself by name, use 'beta."

"Okay Alan, let me finish up here and I will be on my way back. By my calculations, their aircraft should be on the ground now. They still have a long road trip to go. I have the feeling they are going to come at us from Prescott, instead of Sedona. From what we discussed, they missed you at the Prescott last time. They will not want that to happen again. They may leave a few men there to cover that airport. Have you sent out our pickup signal?"

"Sent and acknowledged. Pickup is just after dark, tomorrow night. Remember to call the tow truck company to pick up your car. I will meet you at the rendezvous point."

"Okay Alan, police cars pulling up right now I will call you when I leave."

When Sergeant hung up with Alan, he called Felix, in Prescott, to tell him about the guests he was about to receive. "Sergeant, you know I love you, and all you have done for me, but why do I have a feeling you are testing my patience?"

"I wish it was me who was testing your patience Felix, but it is not. It is the FBI guy again. He is in shit over his head. He told me something that is confidential, so this is got to stay between you and me. He has a witness in a drug case hidden someplace, between here and there. These mobsters are going to try to get to this guy. I do not think it would matter to them, dead or alive, as long as he does not testify. The problem is Alan is also going to testify, also."

"Okay good guy, what do you want me to do?"

"Anything legal, Felix; slow them down so they cannot get here too soon. I know Alan has a plan in the works. I know the girls are going to be safe, because I am on my way there now. Part of the plan is already in action already. I just do not want them to get here early. If they are speeding, give them a ticket. If they cross a double line give them a ticket. If they get two tickets put them in jail. Just keep it legal my friend; I do not want you getting in trouble with these people, because they are dangerous. Be sure you have two men in each car when you go up against them. They may be brazen enough to shoot one cop, if he is by himself."

"I have your back Sergeant. I will put my ears out and watch for them, if they come my way."

"Thank you Felix, I am pulling into her driveway now."

Sergeant got out of his Jeep and pulled his weapon. "Police, show me your hands."

Susan walked out of the front of her house and said, "Sergeant, why are you always a day late, and a dollar short. These are Alan's friends. He told me you know all about them."

"How was I supposed to know it was them?"

"Did he look threatening leaning against the post on my front porch?"

"No, not particularly, but I did not want to take a chance."

"Come in and meet the girls."

Sergeant walked into the room, and saw Jemma standing there. "Alan has been in hiding, with her?"

Patricia walked into the room after freshening up, and Sergeant said, "And her, too? How can I get in on this detail? How many condoms has he used so far?"

Jemma laughed, pointed to William, and said, "I am married to him."

Patricia put her arms around William and said, "This man is my father."

Susan walked over to her cousin and smacked him on the back of his head. "Get your mind out of the gutter, cousin. My husband is true to me. Didn't you get laid by Cassandra, or could not you find her phone number in the telephone book?"

"I have a date with her this Sunday night. I am not looking to get laid right away. If you can get married for a second time, I figure I should try it once. So I am going to take it slow and see what happens."

Susan smiled at her cousin. "Do you mean the last of the confirmed bachelor is tired of being alone?"

"I love my own company, but sometimes I find myself at a loss for words. It would be nice to have someone else to talk to every now and again."

"If you say it that way to Cassandra, you will be looking for your head, about a mile down the road."

"I know. I will be nice."

William said, "I have to leave in two minutes. Is there anything you need? Money, cars, credit cards, anything at all, ask me and I can do it right now."

Sergeant replied that he had everything he needed and so did Susan. Jemma kissed him goodbye. She grabbed his crotch and told him, "Stay safe; you carry around something I always desire."

Patricia told him to stay safe, because she needed him in her life.

William reminded them that the Villa was still available to them as an emergency hideout. The car would be towed there, when he was picked up by Alan. Their camping gear was in the villa, and they could walk out the back door, get lost in the trees and forest beyond for years. However, they only needed to stay safe for fifteen days. On the fifteenth day everything would be fine, and everyone would be contacted by computer. He kissed them both goodbye and walked out the door.

William got in to the Range Rover and started to drive away, as a caravan, of trucks, with horse trailers started driving into the area by the corral. He had to wait until they passed, for him to continue on his way.

Seven trucks, with dual horse trailers, rolled up in front of Susan's home. Only three of them had horses in them, with two of the others meant for Susan, Sergeant, Jemma, and Patricia's horses, and mules. The last one was a spare, just in case one broke down.

Everyone went outside to greet the people, who had decided to go into the 'Red Rock' for a fortnight with them. When Joe came around the front of his truck Patricia took a step back and said, "Who the heck is he?"

Susan took her by the shoulder and said, "Do not worry dear, Joe is on our side."

Joe knelt down, like she did with Amanda, so he could look Patricia in the eye and say hello. He said, "You are taller than my wife, not by much, but you are taller."

Patricia laughed. "Joe, you are kidding me, right?"

Joe reached into his pocket, pulled out his wallet. He showed Patricia a picture of Amanda and him standing in front of the police lineup board, which showed each other's height, side by side. Amanda barely made 5 feet. Joe was 6' 11" plus a little bit. Whoever took the picture had to improvise. The camera had to be moved back to get both of them in the frame, at the same time. Then the photographer had more fun by having Amanda turn sideways, standing behind one of Joe's legs. You could not see her behind the 350 pounds of muscle, and now a little fat around Joe's body. His calf and thigh muscles were able to hide 100 pounds of Amanda, without any problem at all. Patricia thought both pictures were hysterical.

Susan was in the barn picking out the best mounts for Jemma and Patricia. She was amazed, when both women took their tack and started saddling their horses.

"Where do you girls come from?"

Jemma replied, "Roxbury, Massachusetts."

Patricia said, "Glens Falls, New York."

"They have horses there?"

Jemma replied, "I started riding horses when I was 6 years old."

Patricia said, "I grew up on a ranch."

Susan looked up into the sky, "I have got to go to the other side of the Mississippi, and see what is there."

Sergeant had Susan write a note, using a big black marker, which he taped to the inside of the glass portion of the front door. It said, "I have gone to Washington, D.C. to be with my husband. If there is an emergency, contact Sergeant Sherwood of the Cottonwood police force at 999-9999. Susan Robbins

They turned off the natural gas to the house, and many of the circuit breakers, but left the one for the refrigerator on. If anyone broke in to check, they would see what had been done to the house, and would wonder if the note was true.

Ninety minutes after it arrived, the caravan headed out for the Red Rock State Park. It took thirty-five minutes to get there from Susan's place.

The park itself has a schedule like an office worker: 9 to 5 most days of the week and then seasonal changes. However, once you are in the forest service area, you can get lost among the trees forever, and no one is going to look for you, unless you are reported missing. Once the horses were ready and the supplies were packed onto the 2 mules, they paid their admission fee to the park, and headed in. They followed the painted horse trail, until they entered the forest area, where Joe took the lead.

Joe was a volunteer in the forest fire brigade, and he knew his way around these woods better than anyone, except maybe the paid members of the brigade. Joe's horse was bigger than any other horse in the group. He had to be because of Joe's physique. A lesser horse would have crumbled under Joe's weight, but 'Barney' and Joe got along just fine. He took them to a firebreak; nearly 9 miles in to the forest, where they set up camp for the night. It was still early in the day, but it would be the first time they would set up camp. He wanted everyone to get used to their equipment, while it was still daylight.

What impressed Joe were the city girls. They unsaddled their own horses. They brushed the horses down; checked them for problems, from their hooves to their ears; and they fed them; before they set up their tent and bedrolls for the night.

"These girls might not be so bad after all," he thought.

Patricia logged on to her website and found a message waiting for her from Steve. "This is not going to be easy Patty. It looks like they are using a one--time pad, and deciphering it is going to be a bitch. The professors are working on it, but our computers are not fast enough to do the work properly. We would like to bring this over to MIT and ask for their help. We will not do this without your permission. Let me know as soon as possible. Steve"

"Steve, the people from New York are trying to boxing us in. They have people here looking for us. We have had to separate into two groups. This will give us the best chance of avoiding them. Contact MIT and ask for their help. Contact your team and tell him to be very careful because the guys at the satellite facility are good. They may attach a piggyback to their signals, and trace it back to their computers. Run a systems check after each download, and look deep into the core processor for bug. If you run into trouble contact the Director of the FBI, Michael Free, and tell him what is happening. He will get you help in a hurry. Contact me again when you break their code, or you get in trouble; no sooner. If you love me, as you say you do, please stay safe. I may even let you see me naked, again. Patty."

Patty, how could I not respond to this message? Just the thought of seeing you naked, made me hard again! I will ask the FBI if they will put me in that safe house until this is over. Nothing can happen to me there. You have never lied in your life, so I know you will keep that promise. Steve

"Men, forget the prime numbers; forget the fancy dating, the dinners out, the dancing, and the romancing, all they want is to get a girl naked. You are just like all the others Steve. I had better put a bulletproof glass wall between us, or my virtue will disappear in an instant. Patty"

"Women, they think all men are after one thing. They forget the word love when it comes to men. The first thing they think of when they see a man for the first time is "He wants to get between my knees." I had three years to get between your knees, Patty. I could have bothered you every day, but I respected your limits. I did not have to do that and neither did any other males in our class that wanted to fuck you. They respected you too much also. We were friends, and we were classmates. We studied together, we laughed together, and we did a thousand other things together. We never mentioned sex to you once. Yet you make a statement like that and it offends all of us. You should be ashamed of yourself, Steve."

Patty looked at his last response and started to cry. She closed her computer without responding. Jemma saw her crying, and went over to her to see if she could help. Patty grabbed onto her, and cried louder.

Susan wondered what was going on, and came over to find out what was happening. Patricia did not know if it was because Susan was the same age her mother would have been or not, but she opened up and told both of the women what had happened.

Susan laughed, which took Patricia by surprise. Then she told her the story about her prom date, and her partner leaving her. She picked up a new partner, and for the first time, she got laid. She told her it was wonderful. Her new partner was a good lover and made her cum. Then the guy took her bloody panties and showed them to her original prom date, which made him angry.

This took Patricia out of the doldrums and she stopped crying.

Then Jemma told her about her first time in the back of the station wagon. Two college freshmen got her drunk at a party. They put her into a car, on the pretense of bringing her home. While one guy drove the car, the other guy drove into her. It was not an experience she wanted to repeat.

Patricia said, "That was rape. Why did not you report it?"

Jemma looked down at her feet, and said, "How does a fourteen-year-old girl go to her father and tell him that she went to a party, got drunk, and was raped. He would have blamed me for the rest of my life, and told me I deserved it. I never had another drink. I have not even told him the story."

Patricia held Jemma tightly. "Jemma, he does not need to know. You are totally different person now. He knows that you are sexually experienced, and he has done his best to make you more so. You do not have to bring your past into this new marriage. I do not believe it would harm it one bit, I only think it would hurt you to tell him about it."

Susan looked at Patricia and said, "I thought we were working on your problem."

Patricia laughed, "This is always what happened, when I would talk with my mother. We would start out talking about me, and end up talking about something totally different. Then my mother would say; "What is your problem again?"

"I would think for a second, and we would both burst out laughing because I could not remember. I do remember this time, because I hurt someone's feelings; and he is my friend. I told him all he is interested in is sex. He told me if all he was interested in were sex, it would have happened during the three years we were at school. He told me I should be ashamed of myself, and I am. I could not answer him; I just turned off my computer and started to cry."




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 05



Jemma took Patty by the shoulders and comforted her. "You do not owe him sex; you owe him an apology, and that is all. If he thinks you owe him more, tell him to go fuck himself, because he has crossed the line of propriety."

Patricia tilted her head up and said "Jemma, you have been looking into the dictionary again."

Jemma blushed and nodded.

Susan asked her, "Why are you reading the dictionary?"

"I was never a good in school. However, I was always great to look at, and most of my teachers were male. I always wore clothes that were a little too tight, and a little too revealing, so they always passed me. I was fortunate to get a job with an airline, because of my looks. I had an awful accent, but the passengers did not mind. When I met my husband, I felt inadequate, but he loved me for who I was, and not for what I was, or how I sounded. He sent me to school to get rid of my accent, because it would enhance my chances of doing anything I wanted during my lifetime. While I was there I also had to learn words and their meaning. I have continued to learn more words and their meanings by reading the dictionary. I also learn by listening to my husband, Patricia, and Alan talking to each other. Patricia is also helping me learn new words; and how to use computers more efficiently. She has become my best friend and confidant in a very short time. We are also sisters, and I love her dearly."

Patricia joked, "Now if she would only give me 3 or 4 inches of her height, we could see eye to eye."

Jemma said, "No, I like resting my chin on your head. It takes the pressure off my neck."

Susan giggled at the two of them. "I can see you two are very good friends. Get on your computer Patricia, and apologize to your friend. He knows he upset you, but he does not know how much."

Patricia did as she was told. "Steve, if you are still there, I apologize for what I said. I also apologize for not answering you sooner. I was very upset, and I started to cry, because you were correct. I lumped all of my friends, into one large basket. None of you deserved to be in it. Statistically speaking, I was correct. However, my friends are not statistics. I know each one of you personally. I should not have said or done anything to accuse you, of being like the masses. You are all good, decent, moral human beings. You fall within the top five percent of the country not in the bottom 40%. My remark was tasteless, and abhorrent to who I am and I cannot explain, even to myself why I said it. I sat down with two women who are with me. They helped me clear my head and see the light of day. I hope one day you get to see who I really am, under normal circumstances. I had to behave as I did at school, and as I am now, because of the stress of being chased by these monsters. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me. Love Patty"

Patty, I forgive you. However, I just opened my mail and I received a bank check with a $1and six zeros after it. Seven is a prime number. What am I supposed to do with all this money? You cannot buy my love, it comes from my heart, and it is for free. Is this for option number two? Or for me to buy a gun and complete option number one? Please explain, in detail. You cannot buy more than 50% of my company. Well, for eight or nine more of these, I guess you could. Why did you send this to me? What is going on? Steve?"

"I wanted to send some money to a very good friend. He saved my life, by risking his own. I want his business to grow, and become profitable. I do not want you to worry about next month's rent. This should keep you afloat for five or six months. Thank you for being my friend. Patricia"

"Friend, Partner, Barefoot and Pregnant?" Steve

"I thought you said men dealt in prime numbers; that was only four."

"Sorry, I forgot one. Friend, Partner, Wife, Barefoot and Pregnant. Five is a 'Prime' number."

"I told you, Steve, you have a one track mind. No matter which way your mind goes, SEX is always in the forefront of it. Many companies have the same problem. IBM does. If you look closely, very closely, you will see that they change their security codes, but they keep their firewall sequences. It makes their firewalls useless. Of course, the program I use to bypass a lot of their initial safeties also helps."

"Okay, you can have 51% of my company; as soon as you patent the programs, and marry me. Change that, as soon as you marry me and patent the programs in that order. When you divorce me, because I am too dumb to keep up with you, at least I will get some of the royalties. When Professor Winfield looked at your download, he asked, "Why does she need us, she could do all of this by herself."

"I told him it was a test to see if we were up to your standards."

"I do love you, you know. I was not joking, while we were in the hospital."

"Please Steve, not now, I have enough on my plate to handle, without thinking about anything else."

"At least when you go to sleep at night, you can think of something good, instead of all the bad things that are happening around you now. I will be here when it is over. We will go as slow or as fast as you want. Two or three hours later, we can apply for marriage license, have the blood tests, and get married the following week. I will set up everything in my computer now, so I can press enter and have all our guests invited at the touch of a button. All you will have to do is buy the dress. NO PRESSURE PATRICIA!"

"I will not respond to the last three words of your missive, because I am under enough of that already. I will contact you later. Get your ass in gear and get to work. Deposit the check asshole, it will clear. Patty"

Steve stopped at his bank on the way back to his office and filled out a deposit slip. He signed the back of the check and stood in line. His normal deposits were in the range of $200 to $300. When the cashier saw the one million dollars check she looked at him and said, "You sold a program."

Steve grinned and replied, "You could say that I sold a very lovely program."

"Felix, this is Mildred Pierce, at Cordes Junction."

"Yes Mildred, have my friends passed you by?"

"I think they have Felix, but there are many more than you expected. Four black Chevy Impala rentals just got off Interstate 17, and turned onto Arizona 69 heading your way. They are not obeying the speed limit. I think if you set up a trap at 69 and 169, you are going to make some money."

"Mildred, I have one there. I have one on Fain Road, and I have one at Prescott Valley Road, with three cars at each location. If that does not slow them down, nothing will.

"Felix, four others bypassed the exit and continued north on Interstate 17. If I were to guess, it looks like they are going to try a pincer movement and trap your friend in the middle."

"Oh shit, thanks Mildred; I have to make a phone call real quick.

As the four cars roared up Arizona 69, and bypassed the town of Mayer, they saw a police car, with the officer looking north with his radar gun. One of the men in the lead car said, "Maybe we should slow down, there may be more of these radar traps around."

The driver said, "How much money do you think these hick towns have. That was probably the only radar gun in the county."

19 miles later, as they approached the intersection of Arizona Highway 169, all four cars were on the side of the road being ticketed.

The officer said, "Where the hell were you guys going in such a hurry? 80 miles an hour in a 45 mile an hour zone; I could throw you guys in jail for a week for doing that. The rental car companies would take your cars away. Where the heck you guys from; let me see your driver's licenses, insurance cards, and the rental car agreements. We do not like to lose visitors. They are lifeblood of this area. I am going to give you guys a break. It is a little warm today; why do not you keep your engines running and your air conditioners on. I will be right back."

The occupants of all the cars received the same treatment, and they could not believe it. Who were these yokels? They are walking around without vests. They turn their backs on people they do not know. They tell you in advance, though you are doing 80 miles an hour, in a 45 mile an hour zone, they going to give you a break, because you are a visitor. These guys really need a wake-up call, but it is not going to come from them. Now sir, they were going to be as nice to these officers, as the officers were being to them.

They watched as the officers conferred by their police cars, while they filled out the final part of their citations. The officer went to the first car and said, "We decided that you were doing 60 mph, in a 45 mph zone. Since you are an out-of-state driver, you can go directly to the courthouse and pay these tickets before you leave the area, and get no points on your license. However if you wait until you get back to New York, and have to send us a certified check or money order, then we have to notify your insurance company and go through all that garbage. The choice is yours. The fee is $127 plus $7 court costs. Cash would be best. There is a surcharge for credit cards."

"Thank you officer, I appreciate all that information. I will take care of this as soon as I get into town."

"Sir, I will give you one more piece of advice. This is our tourist season, and we do not want to lose any of you. It is bad for business. Please watch your speed, these mountain roads are treacherous."

"Thank you again officer. You stay safe, you are most valuable asset."

"Thank you sir, have a wonderful vacation."

The traffic stop had bought a precious thirty minutes.

The cars drove for 2 miles before pulling off onto the shoulder. Citations were handed to the men in the last vehicle, and the caravan proceeded on its way. The 3 lead cars turned on to Fain Road towards Alternate 89A, where it immediately ran into Felix's radar trap. It was a dangerous winding road with a 30 mph speed limit and they were doing 60 mph. These officers were not as pleasant as the first group was. They ordered everyone out of their cars and told them to stand close to the mountain, while their cars were on the soft shoulder, looking over the 800' drop into the valley below.

The sergeant yelled, "Are you fucking guys out of your mind? It takes us six hours to get down there to get the bodies from the cars that go over this ledge. We have signs all over this roadway for your benefit. You are driving around these turns like maniacs, because you think you know better than we do. Do you want me to close this road for a few minutes so you can look over the edge at the amount of debris that is down there? There must be twenty cars down there, and this is not the most dangerous part of the road. That comes up in three quarters of a mile. I should make you look at the pictures of the kids I have had to pull from those cars; is not a pretty sight. We close this road on prom night, so none of the kids can use it as a rite of passage. Before we did that, we would lose five or six children every year. It broke our town apart. Now we have idiots like you who come here, from all over the country, to enjoy the spectacular sites we have, and before you get to see them, you wind up at the bottom of one of these ravines. I would rather see you in jail, then dead. I am going to trust you to follow one of my men into town. You will go straight to the courthouse, and let the judge decide what to do with you. I will call in to make sure she stays until you get there. We will ticket you here, for doing 60 mph in a 30 mph, on a hazardous road, and let her decide your fate."

The first car arrived at the courthouse, nearly an hour before the lead cars. One man went to the clerk's office, and waited in line to pay for the citations, while the other three went to a local restaurant. As he was walking out of the building, he saw the other cars pulling up to the building. He did not know what happened, so he turned around walked back inside the courthouse, and waited to see what was going on.

A police officer led his twelve friends up to the first row of the main courtroom. He asked them to sit down and wait to be called. The police officer came back to them and said, "Before anything starts I have to remind you of your rights. " You have the right to remain silent; anything you say, can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to speak to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you. Do you understand these rights as they have been read to you?"

"I need each of you to answer that question individually, please."

One by one, each of the twelve men said, "Yes."

Judge Shirley Winters said, "Toby, you are keeping me from dinner again. What do you have for me now?"

"Excessive speed in a dangerous area Your Honor."

"Twelve cars; what were they doing, Toby, opening a speedway?"

"No Your Honor, there were only three cars involved."

"Toby, three cars with twelve drivers?"

"No Your Honor, three cars, with three drivers, and three occupants each."

"Would the drivers of the vehicles stay seated. Would the occupants of the cars stand up please?"

"Gentlemen, were you ticketed?"

"As one they said, "Yes, Your Honor, we were."

The judge looked at the officer and said, "Toby, would you explain this one to me?"

"We did what the sergeant told us to do Your Honor."

"Toby, when you going to grow a pair of balls and stand up to him?"

"The day I am promoted to Lieutenant and he is still a sergeant, Your Honor."

"Son, I should have taken a whip to you, when you were little boy."

"You did mom, more than once."

The courtroom, including the entire first row, broke up into laughter.

"The nine of you who are standing, your cases are dismissed. Please hand your tickets to the officer. He can use them for toilet paper, if the sergeant allows him to shit, any time soon."

"Will the drivers of the three cars please approach the bench?"

The three men left the front row and stood in front of the judge.

"I will assume the sergeant read you the riot act already, so I will not repeat it. I also head the coroner's inquests for this County. I do not like that job. If our police had not stopped you, when they did, there is a good possibility I would have had twelve more cases to handle this month. My job is hard enough, without you adding to it. Before I hand down a sentence, which will include one night in jail, would you like to speak to an attorney?"

The three men answered, "No Your Honor."

"You are each fined $5000 for excessive speed, in a hazardous area. Your driving privileges are suspended in the State of Arizona, for a period of thirty days. This adjudication will be sealed. As long as you abide by it, it will not be reported to your state, or your insurance company. No points will be assessed to your license. We welcome visitors to this state and in particular to this area. We want you to come back often; that's why we try our best to keep you alive. We also give you two choices as far as your night in jail. You can spend the night with us, or you can spend the night at one of our local hotels, at your own expense. The only proviso is you must report to this court at 11 a.m. tomorrow morning and sign out, as you would sign out of jail. I always hate when I have to ask this question, but what would you prefer?"

"Your Honor, we would like to stay at a hotel."

"Gee, what a surprise! The hotel must be within this city's limits. Make sure to bringing the paid bill with you, when you sign out. Good evening gentlemen, my dinner is getting cold. Toby, bringing the car around, I will meet you out back."

"Yes mom."

"That is my chair Felix, get out of it."

"Okay Shirley, do not get your tits in a ringer."

"How did I do with the deadly dozen?"

"If the three you put under house arrest for the night are the ringleaders, you did fantastic. If not, two or three cars will leave tonight and head up north. I still think they will leave one car here to watch the airport.

"Were you able to arrange anything for the group coming in through Sedona?

"I spoke to Tark Walberg, and I gave him everything he needed to know, plus a warning that these people were very dangerous. He asked me a very good question. 'We cannot stop these people from go in. However, don't we have probable cause to stop them from getting out?' What do you think Shirley?"

"I would like to make a phone call, before I answer that question."

"I would make that phone call very quickly, Shirley. We are running out of time."

"Felix, tell Toby to turn off the car. I am going to be a here a while."

"Dammit Shirley, I thought you were dead," Thom Horne said, when he picked up the phone.

"There you go wishing again, you nose picking prick. How is Allison doing, and your grandkids?"

"I wish I could say she was back to normal, Shirley, but with the death of her mother and then the loss of her husband in Iraq, a few months later, she is not her old self, yet."

"Thom, it is a double whammy no one should have to go through, especially a young mother, with a baby in her arms and a two-year-old at her feet. I do not know anyone who could handle it any better than she is. Give her my best please, and tell her if she would like a change of scenery, my door is always open to her and the kids."

"Shirley, Jennifer is now two and one half, and Jason is coming up on six. Isn't it amazing how time flies when you're having fun?"

"Thom it also flies when you're not watching it. You forget to contact your friends, and keep a lookout for your enemies. I have a problem and I need to talk to you about it."

"Go ahead Shirley, let me have it."

The judge laid it out for him point by point, and when she was finished she said, "Do we, or do we not have probable cause to stop them on their way out?"

"Shirley, when was the last time you called me with an easy question?"

"If the question was easy, I would not have to call you. I graduated two spots ahead of you at Northwestern. I just did not take the political route like you did. That is why you are bald and fat, and I am slim and blonde."

"Very funny, Shirley, but as I remember, at Northwestern, your hair was light brown. If you are blonde now, it comes out of a bottle."

"Thom, the color might come out of a bottle, but the hair is my own. Answer the fucking question. Can we stop them; yes or no?"

"I am going to put you on hold; I will be right back to you Shirley."

Moments later, he came back on line and said, "Shirley, I have the Attorney General on conference call with us."

"Very funny Thom, you are the Attorney General."

"No Shirley, I mean the U. S. Attorney General, John Croft."

"Hello Judge Winter, I understand you have been briefed on one of our operations in your area. I am sorry you had to get involved in this matter. It is very unfortunate that it got so far out of hand, so quickly."

"Hello Mister Attorney General, I don't need to be briefed any deeper than I already have been. What I need to know is do I have 'Probable Cause' to stop these people if they try to leave my area."

"Judge do you have a list of their names available?"

"Yes sir I do."

"Email them to this address, and you will receive Federal Warrants for their detention on a probable cause warrants for the kidnapping of Patricia Parent-Garrett. You will also receive warrants for the attempted murder of Patricia Parent-Garrett, Jemma Zabo, William Zabo, Susan Robbins, and Alan Robbins. These warrants will be sent to all local, state, and federal authorities, in Arizona. I know this is going to be hard, probably even impossible, but if you could stop them from getting a message out to New York, before we can get our people in position there, it would be greatly appreciated."




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 06



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

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18. Winners and Losers and Winners

"He is losing too much blood; we have got to get him to the hospital."

"Bull shit, William; your primary job is to get Stephano, the girls and yourself out of here, and back to Washington. The police can take me to the hospital."

Susan cried, "I am not leaving you."

"You are carrying my child. You will do what I tell you to do, or I will have them put you in handcuffs and drag you onto that airplane. I will be fine, as soon as they get me to the hospital. I will have enough police around me that the Valentinos' will not get close. I need to be able to relax and know that you are safe. William, get a move on it, we do not want to make a run for the airplane at daybreak."

William asked the officer if there was any chance of getting another patrol car to help them on the way to the airport

The officer checked in with his captain and found that all units were involved in other duties. It would take at least an hour before he could get one to them.

Allen said an hour would be too long. The sun would be up just enough to let everyone see who was driving and where they were going. They had to make their move now, or it was going to be too late. 

William agreed, and told the girls to get ready to go. He looked at Stephano and said, "I know you told Patricia that you would testify against your father, and I believe you. However, if you cause a problem while we are on the way to the airport, I will kill you."

"William, I will cause you no problem. After I learned what my father did to those college students, I cannot defend any of his actions. It turns my stomach just to think about it."

"Get ready to go, once we are in the aircraft, I will take your handcuffs off and allow you to walk around."

They took Alan out first, and put him in the back of the police car. Patricia and Jemma bracketed Stephano in the back seat of the Range Rover. William and a very reluctant Susan got into the front. The police car led the way down the winding mountain road of the development, until they reached the intersection of Highway 179, and alternate 89A. The police car turned on its lights and siren and they sped off Southwest in the direction of the airport, and the hospital.

William hit the speed dial on his cell phone, and a woman answered. He said, "We are on our way, six minutes out." 

She replied, "Roger."

The huge C-130 Hercules started up its engines, one at a time and the ground crew removed the chocks from under its wheels. The loadmaster prepared to receive the car and had the cargo netting ready to stop it before it went too far into the aircraft. His men were not in their normal tie down positions on the aircraft. They were strapped in 6 feet above the floor, just in case the car came into the aircraft, under less than optimum condition. The airplane itself could withstand a bump here and there, but a man would get crushed by a car coming in at 140 miles an hour.

As the police cruiser was speeding down 89A, Allen's hands started to itch, and his itch was never wrong. He leaned up on his elbow and said to the officers, "There is trouble coming, be careful."

The words were not out of his mouth, when an automatic weapon opened fire, from an SUV they were passing. The officer in the right front seat was killed instantly, and if Alan had not been lying down, he would have been killed also. 

The officer driving the car turned into the SUV knocking it off the pavement and into the scrub grass on its right.

William saw what happened and increased his speed passing both cars, as Susan screamed at him to stop, so she could help Alan.

William saw another SUV make a U-turn behind him. He knew it was going to come after them. He increased his speed and twisted in and out of traffic, and turned sharply on to Airport Road. He lowered his window to hear the roar of the aircrafts' engines. He had to know which end of the runway the C-130 was waiting for them, when he got on to the airport property.

The back window of the Range Rover shattered; and the girls screamed. 

He yelled, "Get your heads down, and stay down."

He hit the speed dial on his cell phone again. "We are taking automatic weapons fire from a dark color SUV 6 in our o'clock position. We are one minute out."

She replied, "Roger, the aircraft's rolling."

William could hear the change in the pitch of the aircraft propellers and the power being applied to them. He turned onto the access road and saw the big Hercules on Runway 21 slowly picking up speed. He turned onto the taxiway with the blue SUV about 1000 feet behind him.

He turned onto the runway and put his foot to the floor, asking the Range Rover for everything it had.

The gaping hole in the back of the C-130 kept it from gaining the speed needed to take off, but it was going fast enough to make it hard to gain on it. The Rover was doing 120 mph and the aircraft was doing about 80 mph. The runway was only 5100 feet long, and that did not leave a lot of room for this big bird to get off the ground, or enough speed to do it.

William was gaining ground on the Hercules but was getting ready to write a letter to Range Rover, because the Jaguar engine that was in this beast was getting nowhere near the 140 miles an hour that was listed as the top speed it was supposed to reach. 

He was comforted in the knowledge that he was outrunning the SUV on the straightaway. However the bullets, being fired at them, were still coming fast and furious. 

He was closing in on the strobe lights that were emitted from the back of the Hercules ramp. He saw men with flashlights waving him on; begging him to hurry before they ran out of runway. Finally his front wheels hit the ramp. Then, the final bump and his rear wheels hit the ramp. Then, the fun began. He was doing 120 miles an hour, inside a moving airplane. He jammed on his brakes, pulled the handle on his emergency brake, and skidded into the crash net. Everyone inside the vehicle breathed a sigh of relief.

The C-130's Loadmaster was now sure he had seen everything.

The rear ramp was still coming up when they felt the aircraft float downward off the end of the runway, into the chasm at its end, instead of lifting off. Everyone held their breath hoping that the pilot could recover from the lack of airspeed on takeoff into the thin mountain air. They could hear the engines clawing for airspeed, when finally they grabbed just enough to pull the giant bird up and gain altitude, a little at a time. The Loadmaster yelled for his men to tie the car down, before it started rolling out the back of the aircraft. The men loosed themselves from the sides of the aircraft, and worked like army ants; crawling all over the car with chains and cables to keep it where it belonged. When it was fastened in place, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, the passengers were allowed out of the car to get a breath of air.

William asked to speak to the communications officer.

He was sent forward to the flight deck to meet her. They shook hands and he asked, "Where did they get all these extra people."

The communications officer said, "They were not extra's. When they got out of court in Prescott, the men the judge required to stay in town stayed. Those that did not have to stay, quietly rented other vehicles, and slipped out of town after dark. The sheriff did not find out about this until very early morning. He was so angry with his men; he put his fist through a door, and broke his hand.

He called the Sergeant, in Cottonwood and told him the news. These thugs had already gone by Cottonwood, and were in Sedona. It put the total burden on the police force there, and they were not prepared for it. Sgt. Sherwood is on his way with men to help out. Three Sedona police officers are dead, and two are not answering calls.

William asked, "Is there any word about Alan Robbins?"

"As soon as they got him to the hospital, they rushed him into surgery. He still has one officer guarding him, and the hospital is on lock down. That was the last update I had, and that is as of five minutes ago."

"His wife is on board this aircraft. She is going to be a basket case, if we do not keep her informed about him. Do your best to keep us updated, please."

"I will do my best Mr. Zabo."

William walked into the back of the aircraft and went straight to Susan. "Susan, they took Alan straight into surgery, as soon as they got to the hospital. The communications officer will keep us updated on his progress."

"Is that all they said William? They didn't say if he was just hurt, or if he was critical or anything like that?"

"Susan, he was talking all the way to hospital. He was talking in the hospital. I would definitely say he was not critical. He might have been badly hurt, because they would not have taken him to surgery otherwise. Do not make it more than it is. He wanted to make sure that you would relax, and not hurt the chances of the baby being fine. You were more important to him than anything else. He needed to be sure you were safe. You are safe and we will make sure that he knows it. Your cousin is on his way to guard him. Everything will be fine. Try to relax."

Stephano was released from his handcuffs and allowed to walk around the aircraft freely. He heard this conversation and walked over to Susan. He sat down beside her and said, "Mrs. Robbins, I cannot tell you how sorry I am in all of this is happening. I know that it is all about me, and my father's desire to get me back. Alan always treated me well, and under the circumstances, much better than I deserved. I sincerely hope that he is returned to you in good health."

"Alan never mentioned you by name. He never told me anything about you; or what was going on. He kept me totally in the dark, to keep me safe. What type of man is your father that he has no regard for innocent people's lives, as long as he gets what he wants?"

"That was the question Patricia asked me, and when I could not come up with an answer good enough to satisfy me, I decided to testify against him. No one has the right to do what he has done, and get away with it. For most of my life I turned a blind eye to it; and lived a good life because of it. I can no longer do that. It is against everything that I am, and everything I believe in. If the government can keep me alive long enough I will tell the entire world about my father and his friends that run the mobs in New York City."

"What do you mean if the government can keep you alive long enough?"

"The mob has people in very highly places in the government. They know almost as much as the President of the United States knows. It is nearly impossible to keep anything from them. If they know where I am staying, they will try to kill me, before I am able to take the stand and testify."

"Is that really possible Stephano? Do they know that much about the inner workings of our government?"

"Susan, do you really believe an organization that makes over $5 billion a year, in one city, could survive without inside information about what is going on inside the halls of Congress. They may not own the senators anymore, but congressmen do know where their bread is buttered every time there is an election."

"If a mayor wants to clean up his city, it is not the police that do it; an arrangement is made. The girls are moved off the street, and into houses. Police are informed where to look for drug dens. Drug busts are made against independents, which are in competition with the organization. Murder rates go down, because the police are informed before the gangs get involved in their wars. Robberies go done. Bank and armored car robberies go down. Everyone is made to look good, and everyone makes money. The bottom line is money, Susan. What a good business does is make money; LOTS OF MONEY!"

"Stephano, what you described, is a very scary movie scenario. It's like The Godfather, Goodfellas, and the Godfather 3 all put into one. Everything is about control. They control the judges, the politicians, and the police. The public has no say in anything."

"It is not all that bad Susan. The underworld controls a small part of a very large economy."

"How can you say that when you have just said you may not live to testify?"

"It is easy, because I am threatening that part of the small economy they live off. They do not like trouble. They like to be hidden in the shadows. The light blinds them. The truth sends them to jail."

"Did you like his lecture Susan," Patricia said. "Every word he said is true. He was not raised to be a part of the underworld. He was raised to be a good decent human being, by a mother and a family who adored him. Unfortunately, he is the only son of a man who heads one of New York's families. He did not know it, but from the day he was born he was destined to lead his family. I do not know if it is because of what his father did to my friends at school, or not, but his good part came out in time to save his soul."

Stephano turned around, smiled, and asked, "But not in time for you to reconsider marrying me." 

"I cannot do that Stephano. I told you before, I like you very much, but because of your father, and what he did to my mother, and to my friends, I could never become a part of your family."

"I am unhappy about your decision Patricia; however, I understand it."

"You can take this as a consolation prize Stephano. You are the first man I ever kissed, and thoroughly enjoyed the experience."

"You do know how to make a man feel wonderful Patricia. However, another part of him reacts at the same time, and that is not so wonderful."

Her father said, "Patricia, would you leave the poor man alone. He has not been with a woman in almost 3 months. He would love to take your virginity right now."

Every man onboard the aircraft turned to look at her.

Patricia screamed, "Daaaaaaaaaaaaaad!"

William grinned as he turned and walked back towards the flight deck. A shoe when flying by his head, and missed him, by a whisker, or less. He turned to remind his daughter of her boast in the aircraft on the way to Sedona, when he was struck in the middle of his chest by the second shoe.

"Did your mother teach you that, also, Patricia."

"No father, I learned it playing horseshoes."

"You are lying to me again Patricia. That is your mother's throwing motion. I would recognize it anywhere."

"If you knew I learned it from mom, why did you ask me?"

"When your mother threw something at me, I would go to her, put her over my knee, and spank her. That is exactly what is going to happen to you young lady; right now."

"You wouldn't dare lay a hand on me."

"You are out of control Patricia, and someone has to put you back on the right track." 

William closed the distance between the two of them, and Patricia did not move.

Everyone in the aircraft moved to take a better vantage point of the upcoming struggle.

Jenna said, "William, you had better not enjoy yourself."

He did not take his eyes off Patricia but he said, "Jemma, this is for disciplinary reasons only."

William reached Patricia and grabbed her by both arms. He said, "Daughter, you lied to me, and then you hit me. You are going to be punished."

With venom dripping from the corners of her mouth, Patricia said, "Go ahead dad; try to catch up on your parental duties. You left mom and me over 20 years ago. We never heard a word from you, not one word. Now you expect me to treat you like a father, instead of a stranger. Mom cried for years over you. I cannot tell you how much I hated you for abandoning her. Every time she cried, I cursed you, yet she defended you. She would tell me how much you gave us, and I would tell her how much you took away from her. You robbed her of her life, and because of you she is dead. Go ahead hit me. I hate you for what you did to my mother."

William staggered back. He never expected to hear anything like this from his daughter. Laura knew why they had to be apart. She must have explained this to Patricia 100 times or more.

Jemma grabbed him, and took him to a seat so he could collect his thoughts. They could not afford a fight like this. They could not be torn apart from the inside, and expect to work as a team to take apart the Valentino family. It just would not work.

Stephano stood by Patricia. He wanted to hold her, but was unsure what her reaction would be. He said, "Patricia, let me take you to the back of the aircraft so you can sit down."

She leaned her head against his chest, which allowed him to wrap his arm around her shoulder, and walk her to the seats he indicated. She looked up at him and said, "I am sorry I had to get you involved in this thing. You did not deserve it. Two or three more weeks; that is all I needed and everything would have been over. No one had to get hurt. The information would have been transferred, and no one would have been the wiser. One accidental meeting blew all of that part. I am sorry Stephano, I am really sorry."

"Sorry enough to marry me?"

"Men, will they ever understand women?"

Stephano replied, "No, but we want to spend our lives trying."

"Stephano, you are going to be a big success in life. It is not going to be because of your ties with the mob. It is going to be because of who you are and how smart you are. People are going to flock to you, and your wife is going to be center stage. It cannot be me because of what your father has done to the people I love."

"Can we go to bed so I can change your mind?"

"What happens if we go to bed, and I don't change my mind?"

"I have been told I am very persuasive in bed."

"As my father informed everyone on this aircraft, I have never been in a bed with a man. How would I know if you were being persuasive, or not Stephano?"

"Trust me on this one, Patricia, you would know; you would definitely know."

"It is that good?"

"It is even better than that."

"I guess I will find out on my wedding night."

"I want it to be me."

"No more, Stephano; please no more, it will never be you."

Six Cottonwood police cars were speeding Northwest on Alternate 89A towards Sedona, when Sgt. Sergeant Sherwood received the news that Alan Robbins was in Verde Valley Medical Center being operated on for a bullet wound to his back. Susan was safely in the air, on her way to an unknown known destination, being guarded by the FBI. 

"Sheriff Walberg, this is Sergeant Sherwood, we are on your doorstep, where do you want us?"

"How many did you bring Sheriff?"

"I have six cars, with four men each."

"Thank you Sheriff; drop one car off at the hospital, two men off at the airport. I have four confirmed dead police officers and one still missing and presumed dead. Shoot before you talk to these people. We will let the lawyers figure it out later. I don't think they know your friend is in the hospital. I believe they are between you and me. Set up a roadblock at Sunset Drive on 89A. If they are coming your way, they will try to go around you using those vacant lots, on both sides. Use your shotguns and blow their tires out as they try to go by. I do not know what they are shooting, but they are killing people. Stay behind something solid Sheriff, I do not want to lose anyone else today."

"Okay Tark, I am splitting my people up now. Three cars are going are going directly to Sunset to set up the roadblock. One car will drop two men off at the airport, and double back to join them. Two cars are going to stop at the hospital. My car will only be there for a moment to check on Alan. Then I will be back out in the field."




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 06



"Thanks Sheriff, do you have your body armor on?"

"We never leave home without it."

"Good! We have called the Radio and TV stations asking everyone to stay off the roads and in their homes, until this is over. I hope they listen."

"Okay Tark, let's take these bastards down, before they hurt anyone else."

Sergeant's and one other car turned left on Foothills Drive, and into the parking lot of the Verde Valley Medical Center. Sergeant parked his car by the front entrance.

Corporal Elmore parked his car by the emergency room. They took their shotguns and extra rounds of ammunition with them. When they entered the room, they asked everyone who is not in a life-threatening situation to leave, until this emergency situation had been settled. Listen to your radios and televisions stations for more information. They told them to go home lock your doors and stay inside.

Several people heeded their warning, but many stayed because of their needs. The Corporal moved them out of the emergency room waiting area and into the hallways where they could be more easily protected. They locked down the emergency room entrance doors. They blocked them with chairs and signs that said closed.

One officer was left to watch that entrance, and the three others went into the area where ambulances brought in their patients. One entryway was blocked with gurneys and other medical equipment. The other had to be left open for true emergencies. This was the door that was going to cause them the most problems, and that was where the three officers were going to station themselves.

Sergeant walked in to the front information desk and asked about Alan Robbins. The aide said she had no information on anyone by that name. 

Sergeant exploded in rage. He said that Alan had been brought in here for a gunshot wound to his back. He was being operated on, when he had been notified last.

The aide looked at her computer and said, "Sergeant, are you sure you don't mean Mister Jamieson? He was brought here by the police about an hour ago. The officer that brought him in said he had been babbling, incoherently. He had no picture ID, but he had a picture of his wife and child, insurance and Social Security card."

Sergeant tried not to smile, but it was very hard. "Can I see him?"

"He is in recovery. Is this official business?"

"This is extremely official business."

"Recovery is on the third floor, just follow the signs."

"Miss, did anyone else come in with that police car?"

"I am not supposed to give that information out Sir. However, the same police officer that brought in Mister Jamieson brought in another officer who died en route. We do not have a positive identification on him yet."

"May I see him; I may be able to help with that identification."

"Let me make a call to the morgue, and see if anyone is available Sheriff."

"Sheriff, the morgue is down one floor and to your right. Doctor Marcus will be there waiting for you."

"Thank you very much ma'am."

Sergeant went to the morgue and met with Doctor Marcus. He identified the body as Alan Robbins, and signed the appropriate documents. As long as the men who were looking for Alan did not have a picture of him, or knew what he looked like, their job would be over, and they would try to leave the area. They would be stopped at all costs.

What Sergeant did not realize was that this information was fed directly into the computer, and updated immediately into the hospital's system, and into the statewide database. When the communications officer called for an update on Alan's condition, she received bad news. She called William to the flight deck and said, "Mister Zabo, I have just received word that Alan Robbins has died of his bullet wound. His body was identified by Sergeant Sherwood of the Cottonwood police department. I am very sorry."

William left the flight deck slightly dazed, wondering how he was going to tell Susan of her loss. It wound up that he didn't have to do it.

Susan looked at him as he was walking towards her, and she screamed, "No! He promised he would come back to me. He is not dead. Please tell me he is not dead."

"I am so sorry, Susan. We just got information in seconds ago that he died of his gunshot wound. Your cousin identified his body. I do not know what went wrong. I wish I had words of wisdom to say at a time like this. There is nothing I can say that will erase the pain you feel in your heart at this moment. I am so very sorry for your loss."

Jemma and Patricia gathered around Susan trying to comfort her.

Stephano was stone-faced. He was angrier at his father than he had ever been before. His father had no regard for human life. When his father found out that he was going to testify against him, he would kill him just as fast as he killed anyone else who threatened his reign. His father had to be stopped. He decided to help Patricia stop him. He sat beside her as she was comforting Susan. He whispered in her ear, "I left some things out of my deposition to Alan I should not have. The computer backup sites are in Haifa, Israel and in Guangzhou, China. They both use older model IBM computers, then the one we have in Queens. It made it easier for everything to interface. I am sorry I did not tell you this sooner."

Stephano was shocked when Patricia kissed him and said, "Thank you."

"What else do I have to tell you to get you to do that again?"

"Where do they get their one time pads from?"

"That is easy; The Sunday Times Crossword Puzzle. It is always a 4-word sentence, plus the day of the week in numbers. Now where is my kiss?"

"I did not agree to that proposition; you proffered it voluntarily."

"Patricia, I thought you never lied, or stole anything: 'not even a stick of gum.' You have just stolen an answer to a question you needed answered. Now you are reneging on that promise."

"Stephano, you are going to be the death of me."

"The only way I would kill you Patricia, is with love and kindness. Kiss me again, and find out for yourself."

Patricia went for a quick kiss, but Stephano wrapped his arms around her neck and back. He held her close, touched her lips with his tongue and would not let her back off, until he was ready.

She was glad she was sitting, because her head was spinning and the area between her thighs was very moist. She had to keep her distance from this man. She was too attracted to him for her own good. It could never work out between them. It was just too complicated."

Stephano said, "You can squeeze your thighs together as tight as you want Patricia. You want me as much as I want you. I am going to ask you an open-ended question. You are free to answer it any time your heart desires: Patricia Garrett--Parent will you marry me?"

"Stephano..."

He put his fingers across her lips, and did not allow her to finish her sentence. He said, "Do not answer me now, because you are under too much pressure. When all the stress and strain of this situation is behind you, remember my question. Email me, text me, call me, or see me, and give me your answer. Please, do not answer me now."

She looked at his devilish smile, and said, "Do you play poker?"

"Yes, but I always lose."

"I guess you are the type of man that always tries to pull to an inside straight."

"Isn't that what you are supposed to do, when the cards are all different colors, all different numbers, and it is your only hope of survival?"

"No, there is one other option."

"What would that be, Patricia?"

"Throw your hand in, and fold."

"What fun would that be? You would have to sit there, and watch everyone else play the game."

"Stephano, you are incorrigible."

"When it comes to you, Patricia, you are absolutely correct. You are never out my mind, or my heart. I will not stop trying to get you to marry me."

Patricia looked at one of the Airmen, and asked if there was a parachute on board the aircraft.

He replied, "Yes ma'am, we have plenty of them. Would you like me to put one on him, and throw him out?"

"No, it is not for him, it is for me. I have to get away from him, before I make a mistake that would ruin both our lives."

Stephano laughed. "If I got you pregnant on our wedding night, you could never leave me."

"Have you ever heard of a single-parent home? My mother raised me by herself, and did a very creditable job."

"I wish she was still with us Patricia, then this wall would not be between us, and we could live happily, forever."

"Airmen, can I have that parachute please."

"I am sorry ma'am, I am responsible for them. I would have to pay to replace that parachute."

"How much do they cost?"

"They cost about six grand each ma'am."

"I will send you a check for $100,000.00. You can buy ten of them and give them to the government. You can keep the rest of the money for yourself, or throw a party for the crew. Just give me one parachute, so I can jump out of this aircraft, now!"

"I still cannot do it ma'am. You do not have the training. If you get hurt, I would get court-martialed."

Stephano smiled, "You see Patricia; even the Armed Forces of the United States cannot take you away from me."

Patricia looked at him and steamed, because he was smiling at her. She could not think of anything else to say to him. She looked into his eyes, and they were aglow. He had won this round, and she knew it. No one had ever beat her verbally before, and she was not used to losing. She opened her mouth to say something to him, and no words came out.

Stephano saw this and he laughed out loud.

Patricia turned back to Susan to try and comfort her. However, she was not thinking about Alan's death. She was thinking about killing Stephano, with her bare hands. No man had done this to her before, and she would not allow him to do this to her again. She tried to put up the ice shield between them, but it kept melting. She chided herself for her lack of self-control, when it came to him. I will not marry that man. I cannot marry that man. I will not become part of that family. They killed my mother, and I will never forgive them for it. 

Then she saw her father looking at her, dazed and confused. Her shield came up, immediately. Here was the man then put her mother in danger and did nothing about it for twenty years. Regardless of his protestations, he could have done something to protect her. If he knew he was in danger in the United States, why didn't he take them out of the United States? He gave them a very good life, until it was taken away from them in the most hideous manner. Now, she would go to her friends, and lead them in their computer search and destroy mission. He could go his way and destroy them with whatever evidence he wanted to put on the table. She looked at Gemma and already missed her companionship. Maybe one day, when this was all over, she could see her without her father at her side.

Sergeant took the elevator to the third floor, and went to the recovery area. He asked the nurse about the condition of Mister Jamieson.

The nurse asked, "Are you here on official business?"

"When it comes to Mister Jamieson; I am always on official business."

He was shown to Mister Jamieson's bed. He looked like he was peacefully sleeping. Sergeant drew the curtain around his area, and said loud enough for everyone in the area to hear, "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law..." 

Sergeant put mouth to Alan's ear and said, "You can't fool me you son of a bitch. Open your eyes you polygamist."

Alan opened his eyes. "It was the best I could think of on such short notice. That SUV opened fire on us with no warning at all. How the hell did they know I was in the car? I am glad they did not go after the car with the girls in it, but how the hell did they know where I was?"

"They probably had police scanners, and were listening in to all their conversations. They knew which car to look for. You are now officially dead. I just identified your body downstairs in the morgue, Mister Jamieson. I still think we need to do a little change to your appearance. If they get in to the hospital, they will find out that someone was operated on, and come to look in the recovery room for anyone who has a bullet wound. We have to get you out of here and into a different room. I have an idea, and you will go along with it. This is a perfect time for me to start to get even with you for my dress."

"Oh shit."

"Nurse, come here please."

"Yes officer, what can I do for you?"

"If you have been listening to the radio or TV, this is the man they are looking for. We have to alter his appearance and get him out of this room for his safety. Shave his head completely, and get him into an area of the hospital they will not think to search thoroughly. "

"Right away Sergeant, I will get the razors now."

Allen said, "You son of a bitch, you are going to enjoy this."

"You can bet your ass on that Alan. The first thing I am going to do is email it to Susan. I will tell her you are alive and not listen to the reports of your untimely demise."

The nurse was very efficient. It took less than thirty seconds to remove all of Alan's hair. Then she took a razor, and brought it down to scalp level.

Sergeant started taking pictures as soon as the nurse started. Stroke after stroke, Alan made faces that would make Susan smile. 

When the nurse was finished, and Sergeant had emailed the pictures to Susan's cell phone, Alan asked if he could send her one also.

Alan's email was a little funnier than Sergeants. "Darling, although reports of my death are extremely premature, I would like you to remember a little shaving project of your own. I would also like you to remember our discussion of bagels, with and without cream cheese. I cannot wait to get back to you and sample both. I love you more than you will ever know. Please take care of yourself, and our little one."

The staff transferred Alan to the area of the hospital for patients with terminal diseases. They made his chart reflect he was in Stage 4 of Acute Myeloid Leukemia.

Sergeant felt better leaving Alan where he was, and gave him his second weapon, just in case. He walked out the front door of the hospital, and he came under automatic weapons fire. His three men dove for cover behind the police car, and Sergeant hid behind one of the concrete barriers that prevented cars from crashing into the hospital windows. 

The bullets were tearing the squad car to shreds. Sergeant yelled to his men to get behind the concrete barriers. He shouted that they had to be using armor piercing shells, because nothing else could do that to a vehicle. He got onto his radio and told Tark Walberg what they were up against, and where they were. He called his men at the roadblock and told them the same thing. 

He said, "We are outmanned, and outgunned. Do not be heroes; I want you to go home to your wives and sweethearts tonight."

A jet aircraft landed at the Sedona Airport, and raced to the terminal. Thirty FBI agents in full combat gear raced out of the aircraft. They commandeered every truck and car that was available. The Special Agent in charge called Sheriff Walberg on the police frequency.

"Sheriff Walberg, this is Special Agent Gibson of the FBI. I have thirty agents with me; we are on Airport Road on our way to Alternate 89A. Where do you want us to go?"

"Agent Gibson, set up a roadblock at Airport road and State Road 89A. Leave half your men there. There is a firefight going on at the hospital at Foothills Drive and 89A. These perps are using armor piercing shells, use extreme caution. Police are at the scene and more are on the way."

"All right Sheriff Walberg we are on our way."

Walberg called the roadblock at Sunset Drive and told them to proceed to the hospital and try to help Sergeant. 

The men from Cottonwood were on their way in a matter of seconds.

Sergeant called Elmore to see what was happening by the emergency room.

Elmore said, "There is nothing going on here boss. The docs are nearly out of patients to treat. They are not complaining, and they are not looking for any bullet wound patients, so do not volunteer."

"Elmore, if I was going to volunteer anyone with a bullet wound, it would be you."

"Thank you, boss; I knew you cared about me."

"Elmore, send Wriggs here. Tell him to stay behind one of the pillars inside the lobby. If they get by the four of us, they may get sloppy and he can take a couple down."

"Will do, Sheriff; does that mean I get a raise?"

"No, and they will burn my chair, too."

"Roger that."

Sergeant and his men were taking fire from three positions. However, those men were not moving in, they were stationary. He knew this was a set up. While they had him trapped here, other men were entering the hospital from different positions, and he could do nothing about it. He called Elmore, told him the problem, and asked him to find out about other entry points into the hospital. What he found out appalled him. He had left two staff entry points unprotected. These men were probably already in the hospital, looking for Alan, and he was pinned down outside the hospital.

Six heavily armed men entered the hospital from the north side. Each of them took a female hostage as they walked in towards the center. Wriggs saw them coming, but there was nothing he could do but hide.

Rodriguez had a woman sit down at the information desk and put in the name of Alan Robbins and William Zabo. 

Alan Robbins name came up in the file as being in the morgue, dead of multiple gunshot wounds.

There was no entry in the hospital by the name of William Zabo.

The leader picked up the woman by her hair and told her to lead them down to the morgue.

She said, "I don't know where it is; I have never been there."

He shot her in the head. She died on that spot.

He turned to the other five women, who were screaming and crying, and said, "Does anyone else not know where the morgue is?"

One woman replied, "It is one floor down, and we can follow the signs. Elizabeth was new to this hospital. She did not know where the morgue was."

"She will now, won't she?"

They took the stairs down and when they entered the hallway, everyone there scattered to the four winds. They followed the signs to the morgue and walked in to find Doctor Marcus performing an autopsy.

He asked, "What do you want?"

"Where is Alan Robbins body?"

"Why, are you going to kill him again?"

"Watch your mouth Doc, or you will join him."

"He is in draw six. I have not done the autopsy on him, yet. He is a mess."

The doctor opened the drawer and pulled the tray containing the body out, so the men could view it.

One of the men said, "Boss, I only shot him once in the back. I don't know where all the other gunshot wounds came from."

Doctor Marcus replied, "He had one gunshot wound from a large caliber bullet that hit him in the kidney and brushed his spleen. He would have survived those injuries. The officer that drove him here said they were hit by automatic weapons fire on their way to the hospital. He was hit by eight more rounds; that is what killed him. "

Another member of the group said, "That would have been us boss, we got that car good, before they forced us off the road."

Rodriguez looked at toe tag and confirmed at it said that Alan Robbins. He looked at the other documentation and saw that everything else about the body checked out. The only thing he did not like was the fact that the body was identified by Sergeant Sherwood. He read the dossier on Alan and Susan on his way to Phoenix and although Sherwood was a Sergeant in the Cottonwood police department, he was also the wife's cousin. He could be trying to pull a fast one on them. He told his men, "Search the entire hospital, for another bullet wound patient. Anyone gives you a problem, kill them."




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 06



The hospital was not large and it was only seventy percent full at the time. What made it even more convenient for these murderers, was only thirty percent of these patients were male, and they were sequestered away from the female patients. The only exception was in the area for terminally ill patients.

They broke up into groups, searched wing by wing, and came up with nothing. There were broken arms and legs; surgically repaired knees, hips, and a variety of other medical procedures, which are done in hospitals every day. They did not come up with one bullet wound. The final wing they searched was the one for the terminally ill. An overweight, fifty-plus year old nurse stood in the middle of the hallway with her hands on her hips blocking their way. They told her to move.

She said to them, "These people have a very short time to live. I will not have them jostled around like bags of wheat so you can look for something that is not there. You can stick your heads in the room, you can look at their charts, but I do not want you to lay a hand on my patients. You may go to hell for what you do to other people; but if you hurt these people, I am sure God will have a special place for you in there." She moved aside and walked with them, as they walked down the corridor."

As they stuck their heads into each room, the nurse took the chart out of its holder and read to them what was wrong with each patient. They saw the multitude of bags hanging from the posts, with fluids dripping down the lines and into each person's arm. When they asked what the fluids were, she answered in medical terms and then in plain English. He is getting chemotherapy, anti-nausea drugs, and painkillers; and so on.

They went to each room, and they were briefed on the condition of each male. When they got to Alan's room, saw his baldhead, and he was only getting two bags of fluids, they asked the nurse why?

She pointed for them to move outside the room and said, "Mister Jamieson has 'Stage 4 Acute Myeloid Leukemia. He is not expected to live throughout the week. We are just trying to keep him as comfortable as we can. He sleeps most of the time; either that, or he is an intense pain."

"Why don't you just put him out of his misery?"

"We are not God, and only God can make that decision."

"I am going to go in there and help to poor bastard out of his misery."

"I told you before; you will not touch my patients."

"I am not going to touch him. I am going to kill him. "

He turned to his two partners and said, "Keep her here so she does not get in my way."

Alan was listening to the conversation; and was ready for it. He had removed the IVs from his arm and was standing by the corner waiting for the man to enter his room. When he did, Alan put sergeants gun to his ear and said, "One sound, and your brains are going to be against the wall." Alan turned him, and brought his gun down viciously on his spine where it connected to his head. The man collapsed to the floor. He took the man's guns, and inched his way towards the door. He looked to see if he could take down the other two bastards that were in the hallway. He had clear shots and both of them went down. 

The nurse did not scream. She turned and saw Alan leaning against the wall. She said menacingly, "If you opened your stitches, I am going to kill you."

Alan coughed, "If you cannot get rid of two bodies, and clean up this blood on the floor in a hurry, we may all be dead. I have another one in my room unconscious, he needs to be tied up and gagged before he wakes up."

The nurse got onto her intercom and asked, "Karen, are you available, Mister Wilson vomited, and I am helping with Mister Transom."

No one other than hospital staff would know that this was a code for a hospital emergency.

Two very young nurses and an orderly came running around the corner as fast as their legs could take them. When they saw the two men lying on the floor in a puddle of blood, and their hearts skipped a beat. They knew what was going on in the hospital, but they had seen nothing like this.

"Ginny, what happened, what do you want us to do?"

"Put these two into Mister Jamieson's shower and cover them with towels and blankets. Make sure they are not visible from the outside.

"George use disinfectant and sheets. Clean up the blood and put the sheets in the medical waste. If find them in their, it is easily explained."

Alan asked, "What do we do with my unconscious friend?"

Nurse Ginny said, "He is going to be unconscious for a very long time."

She went to the medical supply area, and took a bottle of Protofol. She filled a syringe and replaced the cap on the needle. She returned to Alan's room, filled a glass of water, and threw it into the face of the unconscious man.

He sputtered and spit back to consciousness, but soon realized he was looking at the business end of his own gun. He saw the nurse smiling at him, until she swung her fist as hard as she could into the side of his face.

When he regained consciousness again, Ginny said to him, "Only God makes decisions on life and death, you son of a bitch. You are an aberration. Say good night nurse."

He felt the needle go into his neck, and he didn't have time to say it, because the drug knocked him out instantaneously."

Alan asked her how long he would be out.

She replied, "Six hours, probably more."

"We better tie him up, put a gag in his mouth, and get him into another room, just in case."

"I have the perfect place to put him."

"Do I want to know?"

Ginny looked at him and said, "No, it is a nurse's secret."

Nurse Callaway came to Alan and said, "You have got to get back into bed. You are bleeding."

Alan said, "No, I have to help end this thing. Do you know how many more there are in the hospital?"

"There are three more. They were on the second floor when I saw them last."

"Is there anything on the second floor you can take me to without raising suspicion?"

"There is radiology, dialysis, the laboratory, and the pharmacy."

"Okay, here is what I want you to do. Put a big bandage on my left arm with a tube sticking out of it for a dialysis infusion. I want you to wheel me down to the second floor towards dialysis lab, so I can see what is going on. If we get stopped tell them that's where I am going. If they ask to see the paperwork, tell them you forgot it and you have to go back up and get it. Just leave me where I am and come back up here, and hide. I can take care of myself downstairs. Okay?"

"Okay, Mister Jamieson, whatever you say."

As soon as they exited the elevator, they were stopped. "Where the hell do you think you're going?"

"I am taking Mister Jamieson to dialysis. He is a ready four hours late, because of all that has been going on today."

He looked at Alan and said, "What is your problem?"

"If you give me one of your kidneys, I will no longer have a problem. The chemotherapy for my cancer killed both of them. The cancer is almost gone, but it killed my kidneys and any chance that I will have children. My wife divorced me because of that; don't you think I'm lucky?"

"It sounds like you hit the trifecta. Go get yourself taken care of. Good luck to you." He stuck his hand out to shake Alan's hand and Alan put a gun to his stomach. He stuck his left hand into his belt and withdrew the gun that was there. Alan said walk with us into the dialysis unit; do not make me kill you. You and your friends have already killed too many people today. I will kill you without remorse.

From behind them a voice said, "Fred, where are you going?"

"Fred, either you do the right thing, or die where you stand."

"Manuel, I am helping them into the dialysis lab. I will be right out."

"Okay, I am going to take a shit. The floor is all yours."

"Okay Manny, I have it."

As soon as the door to the dialysis lab closed Alan told Fred to get down on his knees. He asked nurse Callaway to frisk him thoroughly for weapons.

Nurse Callaway said, "I have never done this before."

"Nurse, have you ever had a boy try to feel you up?"

Nurse Callaway smiled at Alan and said, "Many have tried and several have succeeded."

"In that case nurse Callaway, you are an expert in the art of being frisked. Now apply that lesson in reverse and find whatever he is hiding, anywhere, and I mean anywhere."

Alan looked at Fred and said, "Be cooperative, it is her first time."

Even Fred laughed at that.

Nurse Callaway did very well. She found his second weapon, a knife, and a garrote. She also left him with an erection, which made her blush.

Alan told her that they had to tie him up with something extremely strong, and something to gag him with, so he could not cry out for help.

There was plenty of tubing in the lab, plus gauze and tape. Tying Fred up was not a problem, and gagging him was easier.

Next on their list was Manny, and they knew where he was.

Alan got back into the wheelchair, and nurse Callaway started rolling him towards the elevator. Manny exited the bathroom and ask them where Fred was. 

Coolly, nurse Callaway said, "That bastard is with a candy stripper in the dialysis lab. She is only sixteen years old. He should be shot for what he is doing to that child."

Manny laugh, and said, "If she is old enough to bleed, she is old enough to butcher. How about you sweetheart would you like a little?"

Callaway said, "Your prick probably isn't big enough for me to feel anything."

Manny's Latin pride was incensed. He said, "Oh yeah sweetheart, take a look at this." He unbuckled his belt dropped his pants, lowered his shorts, and grabbed his rather unimpressive member.

Alan took his gun out from under the blanket and said, "My gun is loaded, is yours?"

"You fucker, you are not going to get away with this."

"Get down on the floor, before I shoot your nuts off."

Manny did as he was directed and nurse Callaway searched him for all his weapons, except the little one that was on display. "Shall we take him into the dialysis lab and tie him up?"

"Yes, I think we should. On your feet and hold up your pants so you don't trip yourself. Callaway open lab door and make sure he cannot grab you on the way in."

Apparently Alan's warning gave Manny an idea, because he tried to grab Callaway as he went by her. It was the last move he made. Alan put two quick shots into the side of his head. He was dead before he his hand touched her.

Nurse Callaway was shaken. She apologized for not being in the right position to avoid that confrontation. 

Alan told her it was not her fault. The man was a killer and it was his decision to try and take her captive. He gave her a gun and told her to stay in the room with Fred. There should be only one more man to take care of and he was going to look for him. 

Nurse Callaway reminded him that he stuck out like a sore thumb because he was in his hospital gown.

Alan said, "It is a little bit too late to worry about fashion now. You can get me my clothes after I am cleared to go home."

Alan walked slowly out of the dialysis lab and went to the intersection so he could see all four corridors of the second floor. He did not see anyone. 

He yelled, "My name is Alan Robbins, are you looking for me you piece of garbage." 

A head popped out of one of the rooms. A man, with a woman walking in front of him started walking down the corridor towards him.

"What is the matter? You cannot do this yourself. You need to hide behind a skirt to kill me. I have taken down five of your men; you will be number six."

"What have you done to my men?"

"Let me see: there are two in my shower with holes in their head. There is one in the dialysis lab with two holes in his head. Another one in the dialysis lab unconscious, and there is one that is unconscious and hidden. They will not tell me where they put him, but I would imagine he is not very comfortable. So that is five, and you are next. Miss, do not worry, I will not hit you. When I shoot him it will go straight through his eye and come out the back of his head."

Rodriguez said, "You think very highly of yourself don't you Robbins. You believe your own press clippings. Have you gotten yourself out of the bottom of...? Rodriguez did not have a chance to finish his sentence. In one motion, Alan lifted his weapon and fired one shot. It went exactly where Alan said it would. 

The young woman screamed and ran towards Alan. She tackled him like a linebacker, and he collapsed to the ground, because he had no strength left in his body.

Wriggs came running up from the first floor, because he heard Alan yell. He said, "Alan you are one dumb son of a bitch. Sergeant is going to kill you when I tell him about this."

"Wriggs do me a favor; get this young woman off me please. I am dying." He had no idea how close his prediction was.

On the outside of the hospital, the firing had slowed down. Every time Sergeant or one of his men tried to move, the firing would start up all over again.

The tide of battle turned, however, when three Cottonwood police cars moved down Foothills Drive, and saw where the hoodlums were shooting at the hospital. From there they turned off the road to circle behind them. No sooner had they established their position and begun firing, then the FBI agents started to arrive.

The thugs jumped into their SUVs and tried to escape to the southwest the only area the authorities had failed to cover. While they were shooting out of the back of their SUVs', their windshields shattered, the front of their cars came apart, their radiators exploded, and their cars ground to a halt. They crawled out of their cars and stayed on the ground with their hands flat and widespread. The agents from the FBI and the police from Cottonwood circled them. Several officers pounced on their backs, handcuffed them; and read them their rights. Sergeant went over to congratulate Special Agent Gibson on his forethought of putting men on the southwest corner of the hospital's property, and cutting off their escape route.

Gibson said, "It wasn't my men down there, we followed your men on to the northwest corner."

Sheriff said, "If it wasn't my men, and it wasn't your men, whose men were they?"

A tiny squeaky voice yelled, "It was my men."

Sergeant said incredulously, "Amanda?"

Suddenly, a big pair of hands lifted a tiny woman over his head and perched her on his shoulders. "Hi Sergeant, is everything okay?"

"What are you doing here young lady?"

"You told Joe and our friends that they were deputized for two weeks and it only turned out to be a few days. So I asked them if they wanted to come up here and see if you needed any help. When we arrived, we saw these people firing at you, so Joe had the folks set up a firing line just in case they came our way. When they did, Joe, Larry, and Mike took target practice at their cars. Joe wanted to see if he could still pick one of them up, while it was moving, but I would not let him."

Gibson looked at Sergeant, because he still could not see Joe through the tall grass. He said, "She is kidding, isn't she?"

"Wait one minute, and you won't think so."

As the six men walked through the brush, and up the incline, Agent Gibson watched Amanda get taller and taller, and then even taller. When Joe's head finally came into sight he said, "Oh my God! I sure am glad he was on our side."

Sergeant said, "Joe, put Amanda down so I can introduce her to Agent Gibson."

"Agent Gibson, this is my right hand; Amanda Horvath. This is her husband, Joe; formally known as 'The Flying Dutchman.'

Amanda shook hands with the agent. She turned to her husband and said, "Joe, be nice or else."

Joe replied, "Yes dear."

The agent smiled at Joe. "So it happens in your family too?"

"Yes. I chased her for one year, until she caught me. Since I said 'I do,' she has run roughshod over my life."

Amanda said, "Joseph that will be quite enough."

"Oh shit, she called me Joseph, I am in deep trouble."

All the law enforcement people gathered around Joe, and laughed.

Amanda looked at the men from Cottonwood and said, "Just remember who puts the information in for your paychecks. We will see who laughs last."

Gibson looked at Sergeant and said, "Thank God for computers."

Sergeant replied, "We have computers, but she is the one that feeds it the information into them."

Gibson looked at Amanda and said, "Five feet of pure dynamite, and the fuse is already lit."

Sergeant said, "We are a male dominated city. However, it is run by three women: my assistant Amanda, the assistant city clerk, Donna, and our Judge, Lonnie. Every elected official could fall down dead and no one would ever notice. The city would run perfectly, until one of those three women died."

Gibson said, "It should happen to Congress; but you did not hear that from me."

"Amen brother, I hear you loud and clear."

"Gibson, this is Matthews at the State Road 89A roadblock. We have just had contact with four SUVs heading southwest, toward your location. They saw us and stopped. They turned around and headed northwest. Request instructions?"

"Follow them, and coordinate with Sheriff Walberg. We will be following behind you. Leave two cars at the roadblock, just in case someone tries to sneak back."

"Roger Sir, we are moving out."

Agent Gibson said, "Dinner is on us when this is over Sergeant. It was a pleasure to meet you."

"Let's not do it this way, next time."

"I agree. We will do it at a huge barbecue." Gibson yelled, "Saddle up people, we are going north."

Sergeant realized he had forgotten something. "Oh shit, Alan. Joe, Mike, Larry, you are with me," he yelled as he charged towards the front door to the hospital."

"Elmore are you still there?"

"I am getting sleepy boss. Nothing is happening back here."

"Turn around you idiot. They are in the hospital looking for Alan. Find them; I am on my way in from the front."

Elmore and his three men charged down the one hallway that was available from the emergency room looking for the intruders. Two men went up the first stairwell to the second floor. Elmore and the other officer searched door by door every room on the first floor, and then went down to the basement. When they reached that level, the employees told them the men had already been there and left to go to the upper floors.

They charged up the stairway to the second floor and met Sergeant and his group there. Rodriguez was lying on his back with blood flowing all over the floor.

Nurse Callaway heard the commotion, and called the officers into the dialysis lab saying she had two more in there.

Sergeant found one man dead and one man tied up. He asked, "Where is Alan?"

She replied, "Who?"

"Alan Robbins, the man who did this?"

"Oh, you mean Mister Jamieson."

"Yes, where is Mister Jamieson?"

"He is in the operating room. When he shot the man in the hallway, the young woman that was being held hostage was so happy to be free, she ran to Mister Jamieson, and tackled him to the floor. He collapsed. One of your men, a Mister Wriggs, had to take her off of him. Mister Jamieson was bleeding from his wounds and they had to rush him to the OR."

"Where is the OR?"

"I will take you there."

Callaway led the way to the OR. They could see the doctor working on Alan through the small window. She told him there was a better view from the gallery. They walked up there and sat down in the plush chairs to watch the operation.

Sergeant thought it was just going to be a quick patch up job, but after an hour he knew something much more complicated was going on. Then he heard the alarm go off and the doctor called, "cardiac arrest."

Sergeant stood up and held onto the windows as the doctor began pumping on Alan's chest, and the crash cart was brought to the side of the operating table. Doctor called out a number and the nurse said the machine was charging. They put a cream on Alan's chest, placed the paddles on the area, and hit the button. Alan's body reacted like it had been hit by a truck, but the line on the machine on the wall did not change. They did this three more times and still the line remained the flat.




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 06



The Doctor said, "Let's crack his chest."

Sergeant was out of the viewing room in a flash. He was about to go in to the operating room, when a nurse stopped him. "Where the heck do you think you're going?"

"He is not going to die. I will not let him die."

"If you want to go in there you have to change into greens."

"Nurse, help me or so help me God will go in as I am."

A moment later Sergeant was dressed all in green and walking through the door, with the nurse pulling him along.

Alan's chest was wide open, and Sergeant could see his heart was not beating. The doctors' hand was on it and squeezing the life-giving fluid through his body manually. Another physician asked, "What is he doing in here."

Sergeant replied, "Shut the fuck up, and do your job."

He leaned down by Alan's ear and said, "So you think your job down here is done. You are going to let that bastard you were going to testify against get away, again. You are going to let them find the people you were guarding, and let them get killed. What about Susan and the baby; are you going to abandon them? What is she supposed to do now? How is she supposed to survive without you? She is very fragile. She would have no idea how to raise a child without a man to help her. She has had a shit life, because of the men who have abandoned her. Now you are going to abandon her too. Way to go, Alan, just another bastard leaving a wonderful woman to drown, just when she needs you the most. Go ahead die. It is the easy way out. It is the same way out you took with your second wife. You looked for oblivion at the bottom of a bottle, and found it. Now you are looking into it by dying. You chicken shit bastard; always taking the easy way out."

Sergeant stood up, walked slowly away from the operating table, and stopped. He turned around, looked at Alan and yelled at the top of his lungs, "You will not die, not today you bastard; not until I get even with you." He took out his service revolver and put a bullet in the wall right next to the heart monitor. He said, "Beep you son of a bitch, Beep like you are supposed to for a good man."!"

Apparently, out of fear of sergeant's next gunshot being aimed better, the heart monitor beeped. Then it beep again, and again and continuously after that. Sergeant looked at the surgeon, who had been squeezing Alan's heart. 

The surgeon was watching the heart beat on its own. 

His nurse said, "Congratulations Doctor, you saved another one."

The doctor replied, "Don't thank me. Put down on his chart: Resuscitated by bullet."

Sergeant waited for the doctor to come out of the OR to explain what had happened to Alan, and why he was back in surgery after he appeared to be fine up in his room.

The doctor came out and asked him to look at the scans with him. He explained when Alan came in all the x-rays showed one bullet entered his body and the damage done was minor and were easily handled. When he came down the second time they thought they were just going to have to close him up again, but they wanted to be sure so they took more x-rays. They found another bullet further inside his body, hidden by his diaphragm. It had nicked the lower chamber of his heart. At that time the heart was not bleeding, so no one noticed it. When the young woman tackled him, she hit him so hard, the bullet went through the heart muscle, and he started to bleed profusely. We ran into trouble immediately, because he has A Negative blood, which is extremely rare. We started to recycle his blood as quickly as we could, and put a call out to area hospitals for more. With everything that was going on, in and around this hospital, nothing could get here. So we were doing the best we could to save your friend. I closed up everything I could from the back. When we turned him over, he coded. He did not respond to any external treatment. When I opened his chest, and felt his heart it was not leaking any blood. I feared that he had lost so much blood during the operation that we were going to lose him. Every line we had going into him was wide open, and I was pumping his heart manually trying to keep blood flowing into his brain, to prevent permanent damage. I do not know what you said to him, nor do I care. However, when you shot the wall, I think you put a period at the end of your sentence, and he heard you. I am just happy you did not kill one of our machines."

"Thanks Doc, you saved a very brave man in there. You may never hear about what he does, or how he goes about doing it, but people like you, and I are better off, because of people like him."

"I guess he is one of the people works for an agency with letters?"

"Who are you talking about Doc?"

"The patient I operated on."

"What patient is that Doc?"

"The man in... Oh, okay. I think I will have lunch."

"You will remind your staff that it is going to lunch?"

"You can count on it."

The police officers from the Sedona Police Department went to every sporting goods store, and borrowed every Colt Semi-Automatic AR 15 rifle they had in inventory and thousands of rounds of ammunition for them. The owners did not ask the police to sign a receipt for any of them, nor did they charge them for the ammunition. They had been listening to the radio and television broadcasts and knew that their city was under siege. When Sheriff Walberg heard that the men and the SUVs were headed back towards Sedona, he advised the citizens to put their cars in the middle of their streets to form a barricade to keep these men from using their communities to hide in. This tactic worked wonderfully. It also helped to keep the police force advised as to where these bastards were, in relationship to the next roadblock. When the citizens on Rolling Hills Road informed the Sheriff that the cars had just passed them, and were heading east on 89A, Sheriff Walberg knew that they had entered the killing zone. He formed the final barricade at the entrance to the First Circle entering the city. He had thirty-five men guarding that point. He placed the fifteen men from the FBI on the north side of the road, to shoot at the driver's side of the car, and they would walk up the ravine towards the post office, after the cars passed them. 

Ten Sheriff's deputies were placed on the south side of the road, and were to use their shotguns to shred their tires. After disabling the cars, they would use the AR 15's, and cut down any one of the men who were trying to escape towards the bank.

Sheriff Walberg and his ten men were at the circle. They would lay down a barrage of bullets straight down 89A that would not allow these men to get out of their cars and fire back. If the men did not surrender, they would die, entombed in their vehicles. 

As the driver of the lead car entered the straightaway heading towards the first circle, he saw the blockade. He said, "Fuck them, I am going through." He pushed the accelerator to the floor, and was able to see the men standing behind the cars. He already killed two police officers today, so several more did not bother him. The speedometer reached 110, when he saw puffs of smoke coming from the left side of the road. His windshield exploded. The driver side window exploded. His head exploded. The car hurtled headlong for a short distance. It hit the center median, and hurtled into the air. It landed on its roof, on the west bound side of the road, skidded down the embankment and stopped just short of the post office parking lot. The second, third and fourth cars experienced similar carnage, but also were mangled because of their tires being blown out on the passenger side. The second cars right front tire blew just as the driver died. He pulled the wheel to the right. The SUV went to the right, down the embankment did a somersault in the air, landed on its roof, killing all inside. The driver in the fourth car hit his brakes hard, and dove for the safety of the seats. The problem is, when you are doing 100 mph; you still have to look where you are going. Car number three had two tires blow out. The driver hit the brakes, spun the car 270 degrees, and came to a safe stop on the roadway. Amazingly, the driver survived the fusillade of bullets, but the passenger in the left rear seat was dead, along with a passenger in the right front seat. He put his hands in the air, and sat up just in time to see car number four impact his car, and him. Car number four caused a spark that ignited the fuel that leaked onto the roadway from car three's fuel tank. It ignited both cars into a conflagration that could be seen and heard for miles. The battle, if it could be called that, was over in less than one minute.

Three men walked out of the courthouse at 11:10 a.m., and got into their car. They driver backed up and was getting ready to enter the flow of traffic, when a young officer ran towards them waving a piece of paper. 

They did not want to cause any problems, so they rolled down their window, and waited for him to reach the car. He said, "I am sorry sir. I hope I am not disturbing you, but you forgot your receipt."

The driver looked at the piece of paper and it was a receipt for the $15,000 dollars they had paid for their fines. The driver said thank you very much. It has been very nice visiting your fair city, and we will be back.

The young officer pulled his gun and said, "I am sorry sir you are under arrest."

The driver asked, "Why?"

"You are driving with a suspended license."

The driver said, "Oh crap, I forgot officer let me pull back in to the space." He was about to make a run for it, when he felt a gun placed behind his ear.

"Put the car in park, and do not move a muscle."

Martin shifted the lever into park; and both hands on the steering wheel. Before anyone else in the car could move, the car doors were opened and the men pulled out unceremoniously. 

Felix said, "We have warrants for your arrest on multiple counts of attempted murder and kidnapping. Just so you know most of your men are dead. The rest are under arrest in Sedona. You will be joining them there, as co-conspirators in a capital murder case involving five police officers. This state does have the death penalty. You will never leave it. We love visitors like you; the kind that stay forever."

19. Declarations and Desire

The inside of the C-130 was quiet, almost like a mortuary for most of the trip. Patricia and Jemma never left Susan's side, unless William approached her. If he did, Patricia stepped away from her. He could find no way to break the impasse between Patricia and himself, although he desperately wanted to. There is no way to convince a child, who has lost the person who had raised her since birth that you did what you thought was right, when she believes there was an easier and a better way for you to handle the situation. "Does she think that during those years I didn't think of it also? When my wife passed away, does she think I didn't want to bring Laura to me? What stopped me? Why didn't I? What were the reasons that I didn't bring her to me in Italy? The answers are in my head, why can't I find them. I must have notes; where did I put them. Where was I, and what did I do after my wife died. I must find out so I can tell Patricia what was happening in my life."

As soon as the C-130 Hercules landed at Whiteman Air Force Base, Missouri, Susan's cell phone rang. She had two messages from Sergeant. When she read them, she started laughing. Everyone turned towards her as she stood up and yelled, "He's alive. I told you he was not dead. I told you he would not leave me. Look at the pictures they sent me. Look at them."

Jemma and Patricia read the notes simultaneously, and then they looked at the pictures of Alan making faces as he was having his head shaved.

Jemma asked, "Why is he having his hair cut off?

Susan replied, "It's a long story, but I would bet my cousin had something to do with it."

Patricia looked at Stephano with a glint in her eye. She asked Susan, "Do you think your cousin could do me a favor?"

Susan looked at Patricia and then at Stephano, and back at Patricia. She said, "I don't see why not, I think he would look cute that way."

Stephano looked at the pictures, smiled at Patricia, and said, "Say yes and I will be bald at the altar."

Patricia growled, "Is there anything I can say or do, to get you to go away from me?"

"Yes, there is one thing."

"Please tell me what it is. Whatever it is I will do it. I will give you every penny I have. I will move to another continent. I will never wear shoes again. Just tell me what it is, and I will do it."

"Marry me!"

Patricia screamed so loud that everything in the inside of the aircraft rattled.

Patricia went to the back of the Range Rover, took out her computer and her little case, and walked down the ramp and onto the tarmac. Everyone else grabbed their things, thanked the crew of the C-130, and deplaned. They congregated alongside it, and waited for the Air Force bus that would take them to their overnight quarters.

The Range Rover would be taken to the service bays to be looked over for any damage caused by its strange arrival into the cargo bay of the C-130. If the technicians at this base could repair a B-2 bomber, they felt they could repair a car.

Patricia sat down on the pavement, opened her computer, and sent a quick message to Steve. "Hello Steve this is the naked woman of your dreams. I have changed locations due to the imminent threat of danger. I am told that danger has passed, and I am breathing a lot easier than I was before. There is a possibility that I will see a PhD. about my PhD. I want to do it in an area that is very close to my heart at this moment. I am trying to set up an appointment using the prime numbers of our last years' class schedule as the date followed by the day and hour. The meeting place will be your favorite and mine,' 'Lovers Lanes." Patty

"Patty, why are you being so cryptic; are we being monitored? Steve"

"Steve, a friend said something recently that has me wondering, and to answer your question, I am not sure. If I am not sure, I have to be careful, and so do you. The fox may be in the henhouse, or I might have a screw loose, because of all the pressure I am under. I will know soon enough. Use the clues and I will meet you there." Patty

"I used $372 of your money. Steve

"It is your money. You have to pay taxes on it."

"Not if I don't reported as income. I could say it's a gift. Steve"

"I would check with a tax attorney. If you prorate the $1,000,000 over five years I think your taxes will be less than the one-year gift tax would be. Patty"

"Is there anything you do not know? Steve"

"Yes, and you know what that is. Patty"

"There you go again. You could not leave it alone. I was doing just fine and then you had to hit me with that. Now I am going to be hard all day. Thank you. Steve"

"Steve, don't be angry with me, but I think I've met the man that I am going to marry. It is very complicated. It is extremely complicated. I do not know if I can do it. He wants me, and honestly, I want him. There are things between us that can never be solved and I am very concerned that my heart will be broken. He is a wonderful young man and I trying to keep him at arms distance. He is so good at getting past my defenses, and getting into my heart. I do not know why I am telling you this because I am hurting you. I guess it is because I have no one else to talk to, and you are my friend. Patty"

"Patty, I want to be more than your friend. I want to be more than the person then got you out of the hospital. I do not know how long you have known this person, but it could not be that long. Knowing your history, do not jump before you give yourself a chance to experience other people in more normal situations. As I told you before, every man in our class wanted to date you, and many of them would have put a ring on your finger before we left graduate school. Do not commit to any one person before you give yourself a chance to look at the outside world. Someone better, for instance, me, could be out there looking for you. Steve"

"He has asked me to marry him, and I have not answered. I will not answer him until I am ready to make a decision that will affect me for the rest of my life. That includes giving someone else the opportunity to show me what the outside world is like. Patty"

"Okay, that works for me. I will work out the math and I will see you at our meeting place. Please be happy, I do not want to see you sad." Steve.

"Sir, Alan Robbins is confirmed dead at the Verde Valley Medical Center, of multiple gunshot wounds. That is the only good news. Of the 32 men you sent to Arizona only seven remain alive and they are all in captivity. All the others are confirmed dead. It is all over the news. Nine police officers are dead. There is going to be hell to pay for this operation. The other families are going to come down on you hard for this."

Bruno Valentino replied, "It did not happen here. Get some fancy West Coast lawyers to them quickly, and make sure these men keep their mouth shut, while they are in jail."

"Sir, Arizona is a death penalty state."

"Shit. Okay make sure the people in jail know that we have them covered. If they have families make sure the families are getting the best of everything. If they are allowed conjugal visits make sure they get the best. I want the lawyers to be at their beck and call. I do not want these men to be alive to go to trial. Do you understand me? I do not want it to point towards us."

"Yes Don Bruno, I understand. I will take care of it."

"Don Bruno, you have the phone call, it is Stephano."

"Stephano, my son, where are you, are you okay?"

"No dad, I am not okay, and as to where I am, I have no idea. I am upside down, looking into a large hole, which I am being lowered into. Mister Zabo said you reneged on a deal, which was supposed to save my life. He gave me this cell phone to talk to you for as long as the battery holds out, or until I am so deep into this cave that there is no longer a connection. Say goodbye to mom for me, I am sorry it ended this way. I can understand you not wanting to go to jail. I guess that's it. All my education wasted. The family dies with you. Goodbye dad."

"Do not hang up on me, please Stephano, do not hang up on me."

"You will be pleased to know he did not hang up on you, Bruno. He just threw the phone down into the pit, where he is going. I told him all about our deal. I asked him what he thought his chances were of walking into his home in two months. Do you know what he said; do you know how much faith he had in you? He said the chances he would walk into your home in two months were 100 percent. Can you imagine that Bruno. Your son had that much faith in you. Do you know what I told him when he said that to me, I told him he was a fool? I told him he did not know his father at all. As soon as you and I made that deal, we pulled up stakes and moved 700 miles from where we made our last transmission. We knew you would trace our last position.

You sent thirty-two men to Arizona, and Stephano and I are in Montana. You are absolutely brilliant Bruno, and you get smarter every year you get older. I am going to stay here and watch your son die. Then I will come to New York and kill you. It is not the way I wanted it to be. It is not the way I hoped it would be. It is the way you forced it to be. Another innocent human being has to die, because Bruno Valentino has no honor. His twenty-three-year-old son has to die because his father has no honor. Goodbye Bruno, the next time you hear from me will be from the business end of the gun."

"Don't hang up William."

"Why Bruno what are you going to promise me now: Your left lung? I don't want it. We had an agreement, and you voided it. There is nothing else to talk about."




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 06



"I will turn myself in to the Assistant Attorney General next week."

"Bruno, Stephano is hanging upside down, by a cable, 400 feet into a mine shaft. The temperature in there is probably fifty degrees. In two days he will die of hypothermia. If I do not hear on the news and see it on the television you have turned yourself in, and agreed to all my terms, I will let him die."

"How do I know you will keep your word?"

"After what you pulled Bruno, you do not know if I will keep my word. If you send one man to find me I will cut the cable and he will fall 1200 feet to his death. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, I understand. I will call my attorney as soon as we get off the phone. In the morning, I will be at the U.S. Attorney's Office, I will be there."

"Bruno, do not fuck with me. This is it. Stephano's life hangs in the balance. If I were you, Bruno, I would go into the US Attorney's office, without your attorney. You will be assured of getting their alive. You can call him from there, if you feel you can trust him not to tell the other families what you are doing."

"How am I supposed to pull this off? You told me not to walk in the front door or go in through the garage."

"Do you still take your walks in the morning?"

"Yes."

"Walk up to the corner of your block. A stretch limousine will pull up alongside you. A few men will get out and invite you to get inside. They will say at some of your friends wish to speak to you about an incident that happened out West. They will not allow the man who is with you to get in. You will tell him everything will be okay, and you will be back later. Follow their instructions Bruno, and everything will be fine. Your son will be alive, as long as I hear that you are in custody, and have agreed to my terms. That is tomorrow Bruno; not one day later."

"I will be there William, as God is my witness, I will be there."

"You do not believe in God, Bruno. Goodbye.

Everyone settled down in their quarters for a well-deserved rest, except Patricia. She asked the Air Force clerk on duty, where the closest airport was, where she could get a flight to Glens Falls, New York.

He told her the closest airport was Kansas City, which was about 90 miles away.

She checked her cash situation and asked him if he knew anyone who wanted to make $300 to take her to the airport, now.

He said, "My wife will be here in twenty minutes." He took out his cell phone, called his wife, and told her what was happening. She was making preparations, before he finished talking."

Patricia was standing by the door when someone touched her on her waist. She jumped.

Stephano asked, "Are you going somewhere without me?"

"Yes, I have to use the information you gave me and move it to the appropriate authorities before your people change their tactics. This situation is going to come to a head soon, and I want to make sure that my part of it is done."

"Your part of it is not going to be done, until you marry me, have a bunch of children, and have a wonderful life. I cannot make you forget what happened between our families, but we can live somewhere else, and make a life on our own."

"You make it sound so easy Stephano, but as you have seen, I am angry with my father, for abandoning my mother. I am not a fit person to get married to right now. I am angry, not only at your family, but the only family I have left. Until I can reconcile myself, with these feelings, I cannot burden myself on anyone else."

"Patricia, darling, I am very tall, and I have very broad shoulders. You will not be a burden to me, ever. I will help you overcome these feelings. When this is over, I will fill your heart with joy. You will finally know what love is. You will know what true happiness is. I know you were happy when you lived in Glens Falls. I can work anywhere. So can you. We can live on a ranch. We can do and go anywhere you would like. Just say 'Yes!'"

"What was the question again?"

"Do not you do that to me. You know damn well what the question was. At least you did not say to me, 'I am not your darling."'

"I must have forgotten to say that."

"You have a photographic memory. You never forget anything."

"My mind was busy on other things?"

"The only answer I will accept is you were thinking of saying yes. Now, where are we going?"

"I am going to the airport."

"You are not going to the airport without me."

"Yes, I am, and you are not going to stop me."

"What do you think would happen if I yelled, "Patricia is leaving."

"You would not do that to me."

"I would do it in a heartbeat. You are not safe out there alone. You could run into one of my father's henchmen, and be dead in a second."

A car drove up to the front of the building and beeped its horn.

Stephano said, "If you reach for that door, and I am not going with you, I will scream!"

"You bastard, I am never going to get away from you."

"That is one more reason for us to get married." 

The Airman opened the door and said, "You two argue more than my wife, and I; and we are already married. I will give you my email address. Will you let me know what happens after you get married?"

Patricia said, "I am not going to...oh, what is the use. I just wind up repeating myself."

Stephano said, "You see, I almost have you convinced. Now, am I going with you or do I yell?"

"I am beginning to hate you, more every minute." 

"Remember what your father said, "Hate and love are separated by a wet..."

"If you finish that sentence, you will never get close to it."

Stephano smiled at her. "You see more progress every minute."

The Airman asked, "Are you going to the airport or not?"

Stephano said, "Remember Patricia, answer in the plural or it is back to bed; hopefully with me."

She pushed Stephano towards the door and said "Airport, now. You can dream of me in bed, but it is not going to happen."

"Do you want to kiss me and sealed the deal?"

"Get in the car, dammit, and keep your hands and mouth to yourself."

"Yes, my love, anything your heart desires."

Patricia wanted to scream, but there was a baby, asleep in the back seat. She kept her mouth and her temper under control, so she smacked him on the back of his head.

Stephano turned around and quietly said, "Physical contact, I love it."

Patricia looked at him, with steam coming out of her ears and daggers in her eyes, and all Stephano did was pucker up and blow a kiss at her. 

He was infuriating, but her panties were wet, and she had an itch that desperately needed to be scratched. She scolded herself for her lack of self-control, but that damn itch would not go away. She had nearly ninety miles to go before she could go to a bathroom, and scratch it. This woman was driving 60 mph on a 70 mph road.

To add insult to injury, during the trip, the baby woke up, and started to cry. His mother, Angela, said he must be hungry.

Patricia said, "Where is his bottle, I will feed him."

Angela said, "He does not take a bottle; I breast-feed him. I am going to have to pull over for a few minutes and take care of him."

Patricia wanted to kill. Forty miles to the airport, and an itch that was getting worse, rather than better.

Angela pulled the car off the road and onto the shoulder. She asked Patty to give her the baby; and asked both of them to give her a little privacy, so she could breast-feed her son.

While they were standing by the back of the car, Patricia said, "I have to pee. If you come anywhere near me, I will charge you with assault and lewd behavior."

"You will be the one with your pants down."

"You will be the one dead, on the floor. Leave me alone Stephano. I want my privacy, also."

She walked about twenty feet into a dim part of the woods, until she thought she was safe. She lowered her pants and leaned back against a tree. She put her hand into her panties and found that spot, which would not leave her alone. She touched it, and it flared. She rubbed it, and her hand was soaked with her fluids. She lost her train of thought, as her hand moved faster and harder into her furrow. She pinched her clit and she moaned out loud. It had never been this intense. She moved her hand faster, until it became a blur. She rubbed the sides of her cunt as she squeezed her clit. Every time she passed it by, she moaned. Her nether lips were soaked with her fluids. She did not realize she was how loud she was moaning while she pleasured herself. The itch continued heightening, until she was oblivious to the volume of her pleasure. Shit, "she said," He cannot be having this effect on me. It cannot be him." She rubbed her clit, feverously, leaving every other part of her pussy alone. She never entered her sheath. She did not want to rupture her hymen; that was a gift to her husband. Her left hand went to her breasts, and squeezed her each nipple in its turn. Her belly tightened and either the pain or the pleasure moved lower, until it rested just above her pubic prominence. "Oh, no," she thought, "Oh no," she called out, "dammit; not for him, please God, do not let this be for him." O, O, O, Fuck this; NOOOO!!! "You bastard, I love you." She came like a river, onto her hand, into her panties, onto her thighs, and calves. "O God, Thank You; Thank You. Thank You." She was soaked; but the itch was gone, and she was finally sated. She was full of endorphins. She was on a high, and was ecstatic. She felt wonderful; relaxed against the tree, trying to get her breath back and her mind under control. She could not go back to the car in this condition. Her panties were so wet they would soak her pants. The aroma would bring attention to her, and she did not want him to start ribbing her about it. She took off her slacks, removed her panties, and cleaned her vagina, legs and hands as well, as she could. She put her slacks on, and looked for a place where her panties would not be seen, or smelled. She hid them inside a thick bush, and started walking back to the road. 

Unfortunately, she got herself turned around, and walked deeper into the woods. When she realized she should have been to the road by then, she became frightened, and yelled out for help.

Stephano heard her yell and called out to her. He said, "Stay where you are, I will come to you." It only took him a few minutes to get to her, and he saw that she was shaken, by this experience.

He said, "The next time you have to go pee, I am coming with you."

She replied, "Dream all you want Stephano, it is not going to happen. If the damn trees were not so tall, and I could see the sky, I would not have gotten turned around."

He laughed at her. "That is why they call it a forest."

He pointed her towards the highway and walked behind her. He said, "What happened to your panties?"

Patricia turned to him and said, "What are you talking about?"

"When we walked to the car; you had a visible panty line. Now you do not. What happened to your panties?"

"That is none of your business."

"Did you have a mechanical failure?"

"Stephano, stop it right now or you will never make it to the car."

"Was it good for you?"

"What are you talking about, Stephano?"

"Did you cum?"

"Stephano, I peed."

"I know that aroma. You masturbated and you came. Do not lie to me, Patricia."

"Steve and I had computer sex today, and I was horny. I took care of myself. Are you happy now?"

"I thought you never told a lie Patricia. I thought you never stole a piece of gum or told a lie. I have caught you doing both, in one day."

"You confuse me Stephano. I am off balance when I am near you. I do not know how to deal with you. I love you, and I hate your family. We can never be together, because of that dichotomy. It just will not work for us. Please let me be, or I will go crazy otherwise."

"So you love me?"

"Yes, I love you."

"Will you marry me?"

"You told me I did not have to answer that question, until I was ready."

"Loving me is not enough for you?"

"No, it is not enough. There are many things I have to deal with that love cannot overcome."

"Come here and kiss me, because we are in love with each other."

"I will not kiss you because of that inconvenience."

"Patricia, you do not want me to come over there, and kiss you. Come over here and kiss me of your own free will. Do not argue with me over this; 'how did you put it'; 'Inconvenience.'"

He was looking into her eyes with such intensity; Patricia felt her feet moving, before her brain realized it. She closed the short distance between them rapidly, and stood before him like a statue.

Stephano looked down at her and demanded, "Kiss me."

She reached her arms up around his neck, as he lowered his body enough to meet her smaller frame. She remembered what she had done moments ago in the forest, and placed her lips on his. She kissed him with all the strength, passion, and intensity, she felt as she came, leaning against the tree.

Their kiss would have lasted much longer, but Angela called out, "I am finished, we can leave now."

Stephano disconnected his lips from Patricia's, and said, "Talk about 'Coitus Interruptus', that is as close as I have ever cum to it."

Patricia laughed, "At least your pants are still clean."

"Very funny, my dear, that kiss will only last you, until I get you into the airplane."

"I am buying tickets; I will select the seats."

Then she said, "Dammit, you cannot get on the airplane. You do not have ID to get on an airplane, or get through security."

"Yes, I do. It is sewn into the inside lining of my pants waistband, along with $1000 cash. It is my emergency travel money."

"Very good, Stephano, in that case, you can buy your own ticket. My cash fund is getting low, and I do not want to use a charge card. They are too easily traced."

"Anything you want me to do, my love, I will do. However, I will get the seat beside you."

"In that case, Stephano, I am flying first-class, because you will not be able to afford it."

"What about your cash fund getting too low?"

"When we get to our destination, I have a friend that will lend me some money."

"Bitch, you will do anything to stay away from me."

"I told you Stephano, you confuse me. I need some distance between us, so I can think. If you are all over me, the last thing I want to do is think."

"So you have it as bad as I do, Patricia?"

She dropped her head, and sighed. "Yes, Stephano, I love you that much. I wish it was not going to be this hard, but it is. I may wind up like my mother did; loving you forever, from afar. I watched her waist away into an empty shell. Never being with the man she wanted so desperately, because life got in the way."

Stephano turned around, and looked through the front window of the car, with tears in his eyes. He never looked back at Patricia. He had no answer for her. He had no comforting words. His father had caused her terrible pain and he had no way to return her mother to her. Now she had lost her father, because of an incident so minor, it should have been brushed off like a joke. One moment they were a bonded family, the next moment they were shattered glass. How does an outsider fix that? He had no idea. With all his education, his psychology classes, his sociology classes his education classes, none of them were helpful in this real world situation.

Angela noticed the chill in the car and asked, "Are you two okay?"

They answered simultaneously, "No."

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

Stephano replied, "Send us to a new planet where we can start to repopulate it by ourselves, and with no family problems."

Angela laughed. "Why do you think Jake and I are an Air Force family? We live on lousy pay, in the lousy housing, in out-of-the-way places; just to stay away from our families. They tried to keep us from seeing each other. They tried to keep us from dating. They went ballistic when we became engaged. When we gave them the date of our wedding, they said they would not be there. 

Our wedding was fabulous. It was our friends and us. Thirty people and there was not one argument all night. It was an inexpensive affair, which Jake and I paid for from our savings. As soon as Jake made Sergeant, we decided to have a baby. When that happened, we sent notices to our friends and not our parents. When they heard about Junior's birth, they sent us letters wanting to see their grandchild. We returned a very nice letter telling them to fuck off. They wanted no part of us, now we want no part of them. Payback is a real bitch, and that, they are finding out is a very hard bone to swallow. We get letters every month asking us to change our mind. We do not bother to answer them. It is a waste of our money, because we would have to spend it on envelopes, paper, and stamps. We email our friends all the time, and tell them not to give out our dress to either of our parents. So far they have honored our request. Our parents went so far as to write to our base commander, demanding that he intervene on their behalf. I was called in to the adjutant's office to find out what was going on, I told him the story. He laughed, and told me to stick to my guns. He said and I quote, "When each of them send you $1,000,000.00, send them a note saying 'Thank You.'" He sent them a letter telling them it was not Air Force policy to intervene in a family affair."

Stephano turned and said, "I understand, Costa Rica is a nice place to live."

"So is Coronado, California. I do not want to leave the United States. If they want to get to us, they can get to us in McMurdo Sound."

Angela said, "Why don't you stay here. Whoever is looking for you could not get onto that base, if they were invisible. There are so many layers of security guarding the B-2s, that if you break wind, a sensor knows it."

"Thank you for that thought, Angela, but I am not looking to join the Air Force, and neither is she."

"We have more spooks on that base, then you can shake a stick at. We have computer people from MIT, Stanford, and Caltech here. We have private jets flying in out here, with business people from all over the country and the world, trying to get bids on the upgrades to the B-2. You have no idea what goes on, on that base."

"How do you get a job at that base, if you are interested?"

"You submit an application at the employment office, or as we call it, 'the little red monster,' because everything begins and ends there. If your application meets standards for the job you are applying for, then you go for your security clearance, which is a bitch, and normally takes about two months. They will know the size of your balls, and the circumference of your nipples, by the time they are finished with you. Then there are the psychological tests, your previous employers, and everyone your life has touched, since you were in your mother's womb. After that comes the hard part, your interview. If you show too much respect, you are not hired. If you show too little respect, you are not hired. If you are too sassy, you are not hired. If you are not sassy enough, you are not hired. If you are too smart, you are not hired. If you are too stupid, you are not hired. You have to be just a little dumber than your boss to get hired. Once you are hired you can make your boss look like an idiot, which is expected, or you will be fired."

"How do you know all this Angela?"

"I was not hired for three jobs on the base, before I was told these tricks."

"What do you do now?"

"I am the secretary for one of the 'spook' outfits on the base."

"There is more than one on the base?"

"Every one of them is on the base, except the CIA, because they cannot work in the U.S., 'supposedly.'"

"Here is the airport; where would you like me to drop you off?"

"Which is the largest carrier, out of here?"

"United is the largest, and it has the most frequent takeoffs and landings here."




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Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 07



Actually, the computer did the crossword puzzle in seven seconds. Looking for the appropriate four-word sentence took a little longer. There turned out to be 743 possible sentences and running them all through the one time pad took ninety seconds.

They ran the first ten minutes of the information as a test, and showed it to Stephano. He went over it line by line to see if it was the real deal or if it was tainted material to throw them off track.

Stephano recognized many of the inputs from his father's businesses and others that he had put in to their main computer, while he was still there. He told the assembled group to download the rest of it because this was evidence that the Federal Government could use against the mob for years. If it was not admissible in court, because they did not have a search warrant, they could use it to shut down businesses, cut off money, and inform other governments where to look for corrupt politicians and businesses within their own borders.

Computers started humming with the translated materials. A call was placed to MIT, University of Michigan, Stanford, and the University of Texas/Austin to be prepared to receive Highly Classified, Eyes Only information, that must be held in the most secure areas of their institutions. When all four institutions were online, Professor Winfield pressed the transmit button and for the next thirty minutes, the high-speed computer transmitted everything it had on mob activity in the Tri-state area.

The easy part was now done. The latest transmission from Miami had been picked clean. The hard part was about to begin. They had to sneak in to the computers in New York, Israel, and China, gather all the information held inside them, and get out of them, without being noticed.

Then, of course, Patty was going to send them the Garden of Eden."

She decided that New York should be their final attempt, because they would be looking for any intrusion on that system.

She stood behind the first group of graduate students, who had been working on this task, since she told them where it was and what type computer they would be working on. She wanted to jump in and help them. She stayed where she was because she did not want to insult them. They had worked hard on this project, and they were doing fine by themselves. She watched every keystroke and every move of the mouse.

She felt a hand on her shoulder and a soft voice in her ear. Professor Winfield said, "Relax, Patricia, they are almost as good as you are."

The video cameras of the computer control room, in Guangzhou, China came into focus, and there were only two people in the room. It appeared to be staffed for minimal operations, and both men in the room were armed.

Professor Winfield said, "They are not technicians, they are just guards. They will have no idea what is going on around them. Proceed with caution, but proceed."

They downloaded the programs into the computers and waited to see the guards' reaction. The guards turned and looked at the computer, but that was all they did. No alarms went off, no red lights were flashing, so as far as they were concerned, everything was running normally.

Patricia did not want to wait until this download was finished. She felt it could take too long, because they did not know the amount of information that was in there.

Professor Winfield said, "If we try downloading the Haifa computer, we could run out of room on our computers, before we finish. We cannot tie in to the campuses mainframe, because that is not secure."

She replied, "Can you ask Professor Tritt, at MIT, if we can download directly to them?"

"All she can do is say no." She didn't.

Professor Winfield gave the second group of grad students, the information they needed to access the MIT High Security computers. They started the process of gaining entry into the Haifa computer center, immediately. As soon as the cameras came into focus, they knew this was going to be more problematic. Every desk and every computer station was occupied by a technician. It looked like they were running programs of their own.

Professor Jamieson said, "They may not only be processing information for New York, they may be doing business worldwide. We have to be very careful with this group. Maybe we should leave them alone."

Stephano said, "No. This makes this site all the more important to penetrate. If you can do it, you may be able to upset global drug trafficking for months if not years to come. You can find the money- men, the shipping lines they use, the routes they take, the ports of call, everything. It would be a major blow to their income."

"What would happen if they catch us?"

Patricia said, "They will never know where this information is going or who took it from them. I guarantee it."

Every eye in the room turned towards her, even the professors.

She repeated part of her statement. "I guarantee it."

Everyone knew that Patty never made a statement that she could not back up.

Professor Jamieson said, "Let's get that information to MIT, now."

Patty asked the group sitting down if she could set up a little diversion for the people working at Haifa, before they started their work.

They made room for her at the desk. Patty took out one of her flash drives and inserted it. She downloaded the program and waited until it queued up. She typed in the access code and called Professor Jamieson over.

She said, "Professor, this was your idea. Would you like to press ENTER, please?"

All eyes turned to the screens as Professor Jamieson pressed enter.

Everything in the computer control room in Haifa went black. Everything that is, except the computers, which automatically went on to backup power. Every technician left their position to find out what has happened.

Patty got up from her chair and said, "Go ahead guys; they will be at this for hours."

Her professors looked at her and said, "We would like to offer you a teaching position at this college. We would like to be your first students."

Patricia laughed at her professors and said, "The government won't even let me patent my stuff. They are afraid if it gets out into the public domain, it would cause the end of civilization as we know it."

"How long did it take you to write these programs of yours?"

"It took my mom and me six years to develop all three of them."

Professor Winfield looked at her and said, "There are two more programs like this?"

"No Professor, the other two are better. This one was the easiest one. The next one I show you is the gem. The third one, my mother challenged me to make, because she said if I couldn't do that. I would have to get rid of the second."

Everyone in the room was paying rapt attention to this conversation except the four people were now drawing the information from the computer at Haifa. There was no one in the control room. They were all looking for the cause of the electrical failure in the building.

Professor Tritt called from MIT and asked, "What is this gibberish you are sending me."

"It is in code, Margaret. If you want to decode it, I can give you the information you need. Destroy it, as soon as you're finished with it."

"Okay, send it along." Forty-five minutes later she called back, and Professor Jamieson answered the phone.

"Holy shit, Frank, where are you getting this stuff?"

"Margaret, you do not want to know. You do not know that we sent it to you. It fell out of the sky that is how dangerous it is. Do you understand?"

"Frank, this stuff is so hot it is melting everything in the computer back to sand. I am not even going to tell the head of his apartment about this."

"Margaret, you are the head of the department."

"Exactly, Frank I am going to put this under so many layers of security that nobody can get to it."

"Margaret, call our friends at the University of Michigan, Stanford, and Austin, and tell them it is coming. One copy is not good. Two copies are better, four copies, they can't get to, before it is published."

"Frank, the next time you do this to me; tell me in advance. I need to have another pair of panties with me, the next time I pee myself."

"Margaret that is a visual I did not need."

"Goodbye Frank."

The download from Guangzhou lasted two hours and twenty-three minutes, and everyone cheered when it ended. Stephano printed out the last few minutes of the download, and liked what he saw. He told everyone in the room that they had done great work. He turned to Patricia and said, "It is your turn, my love, do your thing."

In all their years of school together, no one had ever used a term of endearment like that towards Patricia. They wondered, silently, if the 'Ice Queen' had finally melted.

Patricia blushed as she walked towards the computers, sat down, and inserted, "The Garden of Eden." She turned to her professors and said, "This took my mother and me five years to develop and prove that it worked every time. You are about to see that it does work, anywhere in the world, on any computer, over telephone lines, microwave towers or satellite. Behold what has been dubbed, "The Garden of Eden."

She queued up the flash drive, sent out the initial program indicator, and called Steve to the computer.

Steve proudly walked forward and said yes dear, as he kissed her.

"Steve, if you would please press control, shift, enter."

Steve did as he was told, and all eyes looked at the computer in China as it died. The guards immediately went crazy. They pushed the red button on the wall and men and women in white jackets came running to the control room.

Since no one in Amherst spoke any Chinese dialect, the discussion that went on was not understood. However, you could see everyone pointing at the guards, and blaming them for touching something.

Patricia, let this go on for a few minutes before she inserted the next flash drive.

She called Professor Winfield over and asked him to do the honors.

The professor asked, "What am I about to do, Patricia?"

"Professor you are going to kill a computer and all its contents."

"Patricia, no one can do that off-site, that has to be handled on-site."

Patricia batted her eyelashes at him and he said, "Oh no, what have you done now?"

"Who me, I haven't done a thing. You are going to hit 'Backspace, F10, enter, and watch what happens."

"Am I going to be transported up to the Starship Enterprise?"

"No, but I am working on it."

The members of the group laughed, but they really didn't know if she was joking or not."

Professor Winfield hit the keys on the computer and watched their monitors. Nothing happened.

There was a murmur in the room, wondering if 'Perfect Patty' had failed at something.

She raised her hand to quiet everyone down, and after another thirty seconds, the lights at the computer control stations flickered, and went out.

All of Patty's mates applauded, but she raised her hand again to quiet them down. They watched the screen as the technicians walked around the big machine looking for a reason for its sudden shutdown. Then the big IBM computer started to smoke. The technicians grabbed the extinguisher and started spraying it everywhere, but it was no use. The fire was on the inside of the computer, burning outward, and getting hotter by the moment. The sprinkler system in the room went off, saving the room, but not the computer, or the vast store of knowledge it held inside.

This time when the room broke into applause, Patty stood up, held Professor Winfield's hand and they bowed together.

Stephano was standing over to one side smiling and applauding Patricia's success. She was doing something she told his father that one of his partners could do if he became unhappy being a member of the computer partnership. One backup facility was drained of information and destroyed. The second facility was being drained, and soon would be destroyed also. That would leave only the main facility in Queens to be taken down.

In Haifa, the search went on to find out why the facility had blacked out. Every once in a while someone would step into the computer control area to see if everything was going along normally. There were no alarms going off, there were no alerts on the screen, so they were sure everything was as it was supposed to be.

After nearly 7 hours, the download from Haifa stopped. Professor Tritt called and said the download ended and she was securing the material herself.

She was told Patricia Parent wanted to speak to her.

"Doctor Tritt, would you like to destroy the computer in Haifa?"

"Patricia, do you have the guided missile ready to go?"

"No Doctor, but I have a computer."

Winfield said, "Margaret, before you get into an argument with her, just say yes, because it can be done. We just did it from here. I do not know how she does it. I just know she did it. I want to be in her class when she teaches us how to do it."

"Okay, Patricia, what do you want me to do?"

"When I tell you to Doctor, press Backspace-F10-Enter, and watch your monitor."

"Okay, Patricia, I am ready."

Patricia loaded the flash drive into the computer, and waited for it to queue up. When it was ready, she put in the appropriate code to start the program and said, "Go ahead, Doctor Tritt."

"I have done it, Patricia, what will happen now?"

"Do you have any marshmallows?"

"Yes, but I do not have any sticks that long."

"In about one minute you will wish you did."

Patty hit another set of codes into the computer that turned the lights back on in the Haifa Center. You could hear a loud cheer go up in the facility and everyone started walking back to their work positions. The cheer did not last long as the computer started to smoke, then the flames came out from the center, as it did in China. The Argon Fire Suppression system activated and the extinguishers were used; all to no avail. All the priceless information contained in those computers was now toasted. The people charged with the protection of that information were in a lot of trouble. The people who lived off that information were in a lot of trouble.

The governments who had access to this new information now were going to put the people who made money with it in jail for long periods of time.

Patricia turned and thanked all her friends for their help. She said to them, "I do not want to shut down the Queens facility tonight. I want to discuss that with the Director of the FBI, before we destroy that facility. The information we gathered tonight may not be admissible in a court of law, because we did not have warrants. However, the FBI may be able to get 'Probable Cause Warrants', because of Stephano's testimony. If not, I think I have a way for the families to destroy their own information, without even realizing it. One way or another, we will have that information by tomorrow evening. It is now time for dinner, and Steve is paying."

There was a loud cheer for Steve, until he yelled, "Burger King for everyone," and started running for his life.

Patricia called Director Free at the FBI, and asked him how he wanted to handle the last computer system the five families of New York had. "Patty, what did you do now?"

"I did exactly what I told you I was going to do. I am taking down the Valentino Empire."

"We have Bruno in custody. He is giving us all the information about everything there is to know about every family in the city. What more do we need?"

"I don't know Michael, how about every hidden bank account they have around the world; every legitimate business that is a front for them; every nonprofit agency that is a profit making agency for them; every subversive group that buys restricted materials from companies they control; every legitimate contractor that pays them in order to stay in business; just stuff like that."

"Please do not tell me how you got that stuff Patricia, unless it was legal."

"Is taking it off someone's satellite communication legal?"

"If you are not trying to steal military secrets, it is. However, if it is a motion picture and you try to rebroadcast at for-profit, that is illegal."

"What I have I am giving to you for free, so that is legal correct?"

"You got it from a satellite transmission."

"All of it from one source originated on a satellite transmission from Miami. The other one I am not sure of, I will need some very high-powered help to find out where these accounts originated from, and what countries are involved."

"Patricia, you are going to cause me heart attack."

"How are your daughters, Michael, are they up for sainthood yet?"

"They are getting canonized next week. Where do you have this information hidden. Who has the information. Is it safe?"

"I am not going to tell you over the phone, Michael. You never know who might be listening in. According to what Stephano has told me, there is a fox in the henhouse. The person is so high up in the ranks of the Justice Department, that the mob knows every move before the US Marshals know what is happening."

"Patricia that is not possible."

"Ask your new house guest Michael. You may be able to get a name out of him. All I know is you lost a trial, in New York, because someone was able to get a high-powered lawyer to turn an FBI agent into a drunk over a divorce."

"Let me talk to Stephano right now Patricia, I want to hear it from his lips."

"Hello, Mister Free, this is Stephano Valentino."

"Stephano, I want you to tell me what you know about this person, in the Justice Department."

"I will tell you what I heard at the party, after my father was set free after the last trial. They sat there and boasted that this person they had in the Justice Department was worth the millions they paid him every year. They boasted he was so close to the Attorney General at times he could wipe his ass. The guy lived as frugal as a clam, drove a car that was so old that it was amazing he got to work on time, and the only money he ever spent was on clothes."

"Good God, Stephano, I hope you're wrong, but if you're not, your father is in big trouble already. Go underground, and go deep. Take Patricia with you, if she will go. I know she is a hard case, but try to convince her that it is for her own good. Patricia has my cell number, get it from her, and call me every three days. I will let you know how your dad is and how things are going."

"Thank you, Mister Free."

Patricia looked at him and asked, "What is wrong?"

"He said, even though my father is in protective custody, this guy in the Justice Department probably already knows where he is, and he is in trouble. He told me to go deep underground and if possible to take you with me. He told me to tell you, it is for your own good. He knows that you are hard case, but for me to try anyhow."

"Are you going to try?"

"No. We have already had this discussion. It breaks your heart to say 'No', and it breaks my heart to hear it. Why would I want to hurt both of us, by asking a question we both know the answer to?"

Patricia was sad he was not even going to try to change her mind and go with him. However, she knew he was right, she would have probably have said no, and they both would have been hurt by that answer. However, she wished he had tried.

Steve said, "Come on, Patty, the closer you are to him, the more trouble you are in. He is a big boy. He knows what he has to do, let the Feds take care of him, and let me take care of you. It works out better that way, and you know it. You said you did not want to be messed up with his family. Make a clean break now and get it over with."

"You are right, Steve. Goodbye, Stephano, please stay safe, I do not want anything bad to happen to you."

"Goodbye, Patricia, I will always love you. Steve if you let anything happens to her, I will find you, and I will take your apart piece by piece."




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 07



Stephano got into a car with two men from the FBI. They were headed towards downtown Boston, when he saw a Bank of America branch, and he asked them to stop, so he could make a withdrawal. He walked inside, and wrote out a draft for $20,000 with his account number on it and brought it to the window. The clerk asked him why such a large amount of money in cash and he replied, "I am going to be backpacking the Midwest. They do not have may branches of your bank there. "If you would like me to go outside and bring in one of my friends from the FBI to verify who I am, I would be more than happy to. Would you please cash my check, I am in a hurry.

The teller called the manager and told her about the withdrawal and the manager asked to see extra identification.

Stephano said, "Stand right where you are; do not move or I will have you arrested." He walked outside the bank and asked one agent if he would walk inside with him, and verify his identity. The agent walked up to the counter, showed his ID and asked, "Is there a problem with Mister Valentino's identity?"

The manager said, "No, sir, none at all. We will take care of his request right away. We're sorry for his inconvenience."

The only time $20,000 left a bank faster was during a robbery, and even then it may have been a tie.

The agents took Stephano to a safe house in South Boston where he spent the evening trying to figure out what to do with his life, until he could testify at a trial that could be years down the road. His mind often drifted to Patricia, but that was out of his hands. There was nothing else he could do. He had access to money all over the world, until the Feds seized it all from his father. He decided it would be best if he moved it into his own name, because he would need something to live on while he was underground. He started doing that from the comfort of the safe house.

22. A Quiet Dinner for Two

The Attorney General and the Director of the FBI did not often go out to dinner together. They were not friends; they were colleagues, so the invitation caught the Attorney General off guard. There was something in the tone of the Directors invitation that intrigued the General and he accepted."

They dined at the exclusive Hay-Adams restaurant, which again piqued the Attorney General's interest, because it was way above the Directors normal budgetary interests.

He said, "Okay, Michael, are you going to wine me, dine me, grease me up, and fuck me here in the restaurant, or are you going to take me to bed, and do it?"

"Clark you stab me in the heart. I thought we were here for general conversation and a good time."

"Michael, you wouldn't know a good time if it smacked you in the face. What is on your mind?"

"We have a problem Clark and I believe it is in your office. I hope to God I am wrong, but the information I received today sticks to him like peanut butter sticks to bread."

"This sounds very interesting, Michael. What have you heard and who is it?"

"It is your law clerk, Fred. I believe he is a snitch for the New York mob. The information came in today, from Stephano Valentino himself. It is irrefutable, but we have to catch him, with his hand in the cookie jar, to prove it."

"What has he done, let me change that; what do you think he has done?"

"The trial we lost in New York was given away by him. He knew our mole was Alan Robbins. Fred found out Robins' was in the middle of a divorce and told his people about it. They got the wife a high-priced lawyer that drove him into a bottle. He never knew what hit him. I had it checked out today. She had no legal bills. The lawyer is a big-time mob lawyer. We think he got to Alan's lawyer also, but that will take time to prove. The problem we have right now is Bruno Valentino. Did you mention or leave any information about where Bruno is for him to see?"

"No, I was not in the office at all today."

"Wonderful, we caught a break. Maybe we can work this to our advantage. Let's schedule an emergency meeting for Saturday. Tell Fred he doesn't have to come, that you can handle it yourself. He works so hard during the week; you know butter him up. He will insist on coming in, and you insist on him taking the weekend off. He will show up anyhow to show his loyalty to you. You will be so gracious when he shows up, because you won't know what to do without him. Make a big thing about the envelope William Zabo gave you that is in your safe. Say how important it will be when we get these men to trial. As long as the seals are not broken on the certified letters they are admissible in court as true records of the events that happened twenty years ago. Take them out of your vault, put it on the table, pound on it, and say we got the bastards, and then put it back into your vault and lock it. We will talk about where we have Bruno and how we guard him, because he is sick and we have to keep him close to hospital. We will talk about, Stephano and how we are hiding him in Maine. Alan Robbins is dead as far as they are concerned, so if everyone keeps their mouth shut, no one will look for him in Arizona, while he is recuperating. I wish I had a mountain, I could drop on Patricia, to keep her safe, but she will not listen to anyone, not even her father now, because they have had a falling out. So we will handle the things that we can handle, first, and let the chips fly where they may on the others. The first thing we have to do is to find out if Fred is really as dirty as I think he is."

"Michael, I have known that boy for thirteen years. I watched him graduate from Harvard and then Yale law School. He was offered jobs from law firms all across this nation and he turned them down to serve this country. I hope with all my heart you are wrong."

"Clark, if they are paying him millions of dollars a year under the table, he is making more money than he would at any law firm."

"I hope this fine dinner you are paying for makes my stomach feel better."

"As long as you don't order the scallops, I will pay."

"You know I love scallops. Did you also know that they make a Beef Wellington here that is to die for?"

"It is probably the most expensive thing on the menu."

"No, the veal chops are."

23. Take It or Leave It

Steve, Patricia, and a group of professors and students were in the student union discussing what they had done during the day and how they should continue working together in the future.

The Professors reminded them to remain silent on their part in this operation. Their safety was paramount to the school, parents, and their interests. Going around boasting about what they had accomplished would provide fodder for other gangsters to come to the school and prove that a bullet could damage the entire school as much as it could damage one student. The message was not lost on any of them.

Steve was very attentive to Patricia. He told her that he had been in touch with Sandi's parents and many of the parents that had been killed in the explosion. They were a close-knit group now, having suffered a common loss. He expected that soon, with the knowledge that she was alive, and that Bruno Valentino had acknowledged his culpability in the act that had killed their children, they would become more vocal in seeking justice for them in Massachusetts.

Patricia said, "I do not care where they put them in jail, as long as they never get out. I don't want them to hurt anyone else. I don't want anyone else's child to suffer the way they are suffering now. I have cried so much, I have run out of tears."

While they were walking on the Quad, Steve said, "Patty, after what you and our teams did today, you deserve to smile. You promised me in the hospital, that I would get to see the other half of you. When you feel happy, I am going to hold you to that promise."

"I never promised you that Steven and you know it. You tried to imply that I said it, while we were in a conversation on the computer. The only place it actually happened was between your ears. So put one finger in each ear, and close your eyes. Maybe you'll come up with a vision of what you are looking for."

"Why did you send me money, Patty?"

"I want you to make a success of your business. I didn't want you to have to go back to work for some big company, because of money worries. You have the talent; you just need time to produce a good, marketable product. I did not want your dreams to get cut short because of a paycheck. We were good friends, and I had money to give you."

"You were as tight as every one of us, month-to-month, at school. Where did all this money come from?"

"My mom kept me on a very tight budget, at school, to teach me how to manage money. It did not mean that we did not have money. We have a ranch, and we do have money, so I gave you some."

"$1,000,000 is not some money, Patty; it is a lot of money."

"When you are rich and famous, do the same thing for someone who is aspiring to become rich and famous, Steve. It is just like that movie, "Pay It Forward." It will make you feel good."

"So you're saying you gave me the money, because we are friends; you want me to succeed; and not because you want to jump into bed with me?"

Patty laughed. "As exciting as that sounds Steve, no, I do not want to jump into bed with you. I am not in love with you."

"Then, would you mind if I made a suggestion to you?"

"Do I have to pay for it, or is it free?"

"It is definitely for free, but I have a feeling you're going to smack me after I say it."

"Okay, go ahead I will warm up my hand."

"As much as I hate losing you, especially you; why don't you go to him now and say 'Yes' to his question. You are head over heels for him. I know you're conflicted. I know you are confused. I know it is very complicated in your mind, but have you seen your mind lately? All of us are confused by it; even the professors. But Stephano did not kill your mom. He did not kill our friends. He even looks like a nice guy; even though I hate him. I have never seen a man look as down in the mouth as he was, when he walked away from you. Give him a break. Give him a chance; he could even wind up being better than me; although I doubt it. If he is smart, he will cement you on top of a pedestal, with a chair and a long electric cord for your computer."

"It is not that easy, Steve."

"Look at me, Whitey. From the top of your snow-capped head, to the bottom of your twinkle toes, life is never easy. I got $1,000,000 check from a chick. When I asked her why; she said she likes me. I like my goldfish, and I don't give it $1,000,000. I like my sister, and I don't give her $1,000,000. I have a friend she gives me $1,000,000 and you know why? She likes me. You want to talk about life not being easy; you figure that one out. I'll be in my psychiatrist's office asking her."

"Come on, Steve. It is not the same thing."

"Okay, let's try this one. A girl types a message to a boy that is in love with her; and tells him about a boy that she loves desperately, who is not him. She knows that the boy on the other end of the computer has a hard-on the size of a baseball bat for her. Does she stop and give him mercy? No, she does not. She continues her message and tells him that this man has proposed marriage to her, and she said 'No,' thereby giving the man at the other end of the computer hope for his future. When they finally meet, and he asks her about this, what does she say, "No, we are friends; I do not want to jump into bed with you, pressing a knife deep into the heart of the man, who was on the other end of the computer. Do you see what I mean, Patty?"

"Steven, do you think you could lend me a couple of thousand dollars. I'm running a little short on cash."

"Do you have any collateral?"

"No, just this." She reached over and kissed him. It was not a brotherly kiss either.

"God dammit, Patty, you do it every time. I am calm and you pull a classic 'get the dick up' routine like that. How do you expect me to walk to the bank now?"

"Steve, it is 11 o'clock at night, I don't know of any bank that is open at this hour. Do you have a hotel room I can bunk in tonight?"

Steve looked up into the sky and said, "Lord, why doesn't she just kill me now and get it over with. She will go into the room and probably say I need a shower; I will be right out. She'll come prancing out wrapped in a towel and say I forgot my razor; I have to shave my pubes."

Patricia laughed. "Steve, stop it. I only shave my pubes on Mondays."

Steve feigned falling down backwards onto the grass. When he landed softly, Patricia kicked him in his butt, told him to get off his lazy ass and to show her where she would be sleeping that evening.

They walked arm in arm to the Hyatt, and when Steve playfully put his hand on her ass, he found out that Patricia had the sharpest elbows in the tri-state area.

The following morning, Steve gave Patricia, $10,000 from a local branch of his bank, and they parted company. He was taking Amtrak back to New York. She was going to find Stephano and see what life would bring them.

She called the number on the card given to her by the FBI agent and he told her that Stephano left for the airport, nearly an hour and a half ago. When she asked him where was he going, and on what airline he was not sure. He thought he was flying out West, but he could not guarantee it. On her way to the airport she decided to call him and ask where he was going.

"Hello!"

"Hello. You weren't even going to call to say goodbye?"

"I thought we did all that yesterday."

"Have you decided where you're going and what you're going to do?"

"I have fond memories of the Phoenix area, so I was going back there and do some hiking and looking at some caves."

"You better take some sunscreen with you, you will burn very easily."

"I will get some when I get there."

"What airline are you flying?"

"Continental, I'm flying first-class. I got some money out of the bank before I got here."

"You got tired of flying with us regular folks."

"No, I wasn't going to be very good company, so I decided to leave everyone else alone and peaceful."

"That was quite considerate of you, but then again you always were a very nice guy. Steve says hi and wishes you all the best."

"Tell him thanks; I think you guys will be happy together."

"Thank you for planning my life for me, I really appreciate it. It takes the stress and strain off my shoulders. I have no more decisions to make."

"What would you like me to say, Patricia?

"You wouldn't even ask me."

"You would have said no."

"So what, at least you would have tried."

"It hurt too much to hear that word. Every time I asked, I either got a 'No' or no answer. No matter how much you love someone, if it is not returned, you have to stop trying."

"I told you I love you."

"Yes, but you also said it was inconvenient, and that you would not marry me, because of my family. There is nothing I can do about my relatives."

"Stephano how long before your flight departs?"

"Forty minutes."

"Okay, you will be boarding soon, I will not keep you. Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

She knew she was a bitch on the phone. She had caused this fight with him, and she knew why she did it. Her mind wanted to run away from him. Her body rebelled against it. She got out of the cab she found herself walking towards the Continental ticket counter. She asked how many tickets they had sold in first-class to Phoenix. The agent responded saying they had sold only one first-class ticket to Phoenix.

"Would it happen to be my boyfriend Stephano Valentino?"

The agent said, "We are not supposed to give out that information."

"The only reason I ask is I just got in from overseas and he doesn't know I'm home yet. If it is him, I would like to order a bottle of champagne for us for the flight."

The agent smiled at her and said, "Yes, it is him. Do you have a particular type of champagne you would like?"

"He normally orders for us, but could you order us a very good one, please; $200 or $300 for a bottle."

"Yes ma'am will take care of it right away." She gave Patty her ticket and called down to the boarding area to make sure they waited for her to get there, before they closed the doors to the aircraft.

The gate attendant was already standing at the door when Patty came running up with her ticket in her hand. She walked down the Jetway, and into the aircraft. When she gazed down upon him, he was looking out the window, but seeing nothing.

She said, "I guess she got away."

He tried to get up, but he was buckled into his seat. He sat back down unbuckled the belt stood back up and hit his head on the overhead compartment.

"What are you doing here?"

She laughed at him and said, "Would you like to ask me again or should we start over from the beginning?"

"I do not have the strength to start over from the beginning, Patricia. So if you don't mind, Patricia Garrett-Parent will you marry me?"

The lone flight attendant stood there shocked, and waited for an answer to come out of Patricia's mouth.

Patricia smiled at Stephano and said, "I'll think about it."

Stephano reached for her neck and said, "I am going to kill you before we reached the runway."

She smiled and said, "I didn't say no."

"Patricia, you have five seconds to say the right answer."

"Stephano, you can't take a joke anymore."

"Five four three two one..."

"Yes, I will marry you. I even ordered the champagne."

"You put me through this torment and you ordered champagne, before you got on the airplane?"

"Yes I did."

"Woman, you are going to get such a beating when I get you alone."

"You big oaf, you haven't even kissed me yet."

"I am thinking about it."

"What? You have been pleading for months to kiss me, and now you're thinking about it? Just wait until you want to take the next step. You will be waiting for a very long time."

"Patricia, I asked you to marry me. In front of this witness, you said, YES. You are proud to say you never lie. I expect you to keep your promise. I never said, when I would marry you, and I never set a date for our wedding. I never said I would be celibate, during our engagement period. You must keep your virginity intact, until our wedding night. When you become frustrated enough, you can beg me to set a date for our wedding, and to quote one of your favorite answers to me, "I will think about it."

He had beaten her for a third time, and she hated to lose. She had fire in her eyes, and her heart was beating furiously. She had two choices, she could concede, or she could get off the plane. She decided to get off the plane.

She said, "I will wait for your call. Goodbye." She turned around and walked towards the door of the aircraft, and found it was closed

She heard him say, "I guess he got away?"

She whirled around, "I told you, Stephano, you confuse me. I do not know how to deal with you. One moment I love you, and the next minute I hate you. What you said in there hurt me. The thought of you with other women was too much for me to take. It was complicated enough before you said that, and now I do not know what to do."

"Patricia, think for a moment. What did I say to you when we were at the restaurant? Put your emotions aside, and think for a moment; WHAT DID I SAY?"

She was so upset, she was hard pressed to separate her rational from her the emotional self.

The flight attendant came to the door and said, "I am sorry Sir, but we have to prepare for departure. Please take your seats."

Stephano begged, "Please give her one minute more, just one minute more. Our future depends on it."

Patricia's eyes opened wide as she remembered what he said to her. "There will be no one else for me, Patricia; not now, not in the middle, not ever."

She ran to him, with tears in her eyes, and threw herself into his arms. "You are the only person that can confuse me so much that I cannot think. I love you so much it hurts. This is going to be a very trying relationship, but I will make it work for us."




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He carried her to their seats. "Try not to overthink everything, Patricia. Let your heart guide you some of the time. It judges love between two people better than the mind does. The only time it doesn't is when you find your mate in bed, with another person. Then use your mind; steady your gun hand, and shoot him or her where it hurts the most; usually, it is in the pocketbook."

"Stephano, where can I buy a gun?"

"Toys "R" Us, Gymboree, any child store will have one for you."

"You still have not kissed me."

The lovers locked themselves in a fierce embrace, and rarely came up for air.

The flight attendant smiled at the two of them, and said, "Please fasten your...Oh fuck it."

An hour later, while they were eating 'a barely edible airline meal', and sipping on $300 Cristal, Patricia said, "You have one more thing to do, before we can get married."

He quickly answered, "Pop your cherry, and get you pregnant."

"Are you sure you went to college, Stephano that was two things. You have to ask my father for permission to marry me."

"Why, you are not even talking to him?"

"I have to take care of that problem myself. I said things that were very hurtful. It is the way I felt, but I should not have said them. My mother never hit me, and when he threatened to, it all came rushing out of my mouth, uncensored. I have to apologize to him for that mistake."

"Give me his number, and I will call him now."

Jemma answered the call and was surprised to hear Stephano's voice. "Hello Stephano, is everything okay?"

"Reasonably so, Jemma; is Mister Zabo there, I would like with speak with him. You can listen in, if you would like."

William picked up the phone, "Yes, Stephano is she alright?"

"No sir, she is very confused, as a matter fact I think she is going insane."

"Why Stephano, what is going on?

"With your permission, Sir, she has just agreed to marry me. I know our family's history is not good, but Patricia and I would like to change that. We are deeply devoted to one another, and we would like your blessing to get married."

"This is a very strange time for all of us, Stephano. The four of us, and I include your father, in that number, are in grave danger. You and my daughter want to start a new life in this perilous time. It could either tear you apart, or bind you together even closer then you are now. You have my blessing, and my hope for a long and happy marriage."

"Thank you, sir. Patricia, would like to have a word with you, if you have a moment."

"I would make time to speak to her."

"Papa, I am so sorry I yelled at you. I said some awful things that should never have been allowed to come out of my mouth. Mom adored you, and even though I thought you betrayed her, I should have understood how she felt for you. I will never forgive myself for what I said to you."

"Patricia, since the day you said those things, I have gone over every day since my wife passed away. I tried to think of a reason I did not bring you and your mother to Italy, to be with me. There was a three-year difference between my wife's and Laura's death. I cannot say I grieved, because my wife and I had fallen out of love many years before. Our marriage was for our religion and children's sake only. I do not know, and I could not understand what happened during that time. However, when I received your Telex, it was like I was reborn. I became alert. My mind became sharp and focused once more. I returned to the days when I knew what was happening around me, and I knew how to take care of myself again. You instilled that new life into me. It was too late for your mother, and I regret that tremendously. I am truly sorry we lost her, but I am happy that you are starting a new life for yourself."

"Thank you Papa. Stephano and I will not be getting married right away. We want Jemma and you to be there by our sides. I also want Stephano's mother to be at his side for the wedding. She has not hurt anyone and she deserves to be there."

"We will find a way to do that for you both. How soon would you like the wedding to be?"

"Stephano said he wants me to keep my virginity intact for at least five or six more years..."

Stephano grabbed the phone from her, "Mister Zabo, I told you that your daughter was going crazy, that last statement should prove my point."

William laughed at his future son and said, "Stephano, you must realize she has had her virginity intact for twenty-two years. For her, another five or six years would be nothing. For you, however, sleeping in the same bed at night, it would be like a lifetime."

"Mister Zabo, the Constitution of the United States forbids Cruel and Unusual Punishment. I would have to teach your daughter a lesson in the proper care and handling of a husband."

"Tell Patricia for me if she needs any pointers, I will lend her Jemma for a week of advanced training."

Patricia had been listening to the conversation, and yelled, "I heard that Papa. Tell Jemma I want no part of her behind training."

"Patricia, if you do not want that, you had better start taking birth control pills immediately."

"I will have to find a doctor, when we get to our destination."

"Where might that be, Patricia?"

"Stephano has a desire to explore an old cave he once saw. We are going there now. He has rented a villa high on a hill for us to stay."

"What a lovely coincidence. We are in the living room of that Villa right now."

"Is there room enough for the four of us, or should we rent another bungalow?"

"We have three bedrooms. Jemma and I only use one. Since Stephano and you are not married yet, each of you can use one of the others."

Stephano took the phone and said, "Thank you Mister Zabo, I will take that under advisement. Goodbye for now, sir; we will see you as time goes on."

William looked at Jemma and said, "I think we should get Victoria Valentino out here, as soon as possible. Otherwise, my daughter may lose her virtue, before she gets married."

24. How To Win Friends and Influence People

He was walking up the corridor with the pole holding the life-giving fluids dripping into his arms when he saw her. If it were not for the aide standing by his side, Alan would have fallen flat on his face. His eyes lit up, he let go of the pole and took a large step forward. It was more than his body could take. His knees gave out, and he was headed down, when the aide grabbed him, and stood him back up.

"Alan, you have to walk before you can run."

"Fuck you, my wife is here."

Susan smiled and grabbed him. When she heard him moan, 'easy.' She released the pressure around his chest and held him close to her body.

She said to him, "You have no idea what a terribly awful time I had this last 10 days Alan. The food was inedible. The accommodations were terrible. The beds were lumpy, and worst of all, there was no room service. How did you spend your time dear?"

Alan looked at her and started to laugh. Then he started to cough, which brought the aide to his side, again.

"Mrs. Robbins, don't do that to him. He will pull on the staples in his chest, and he will be in a great deal of pain."

She snarled at Alan, "Pain! How did he think I felt? I was all alone, in a strange place with 3000 eligible men, and I couldn't get laid, because I got married to this idiot. Then I find out he is back here playing hero, when he was supposed to be in bed recuperating. One asshole in my family is enough. Sergeant calls me and tells me I married another one. I should kick him in head just to see if there is a brain in there."

Alan asked, "Can I say something in my own defense?"

Susan glared at him, "Go ahead."

"I have a witness. She will testify if I did not get out of bed, I would be dead. The first gunman I took down was going to do the world a favor, and kill a man that was supposedly dying; that man was me. The other five were incidental."

"Five professional killers were incidental? Are you out of your fucking mind Alan?"

"That is my story and I am sticking to it. You can ask my nurse. She threatened to kill me if I broke my stitches. She didn't care about the two bodies lying on the floor beside her."

"I am not allowed to hassle you anymore, because Sergeant said he would be pissed with me if I did. He has never said that about anyone in his entire life. What did you do to him that makes you so special?"

"I don't know, Susan. You are going to have to get that answer out of him."

Nurse Callaway was handing out medications to patients in the CICU. She overheard the conversation between Alan and Susan and started to laugh. She said, "Mrs. Robbins, I will tell you what happened, but you have to promise not to hurt my patient. I do not care what you do to the police officer, as long as you do not hospitalize him. Mister Robbins is my responsibility, and he is enough of a pain in the ass as it is."

Alan turned to her and said, "Callaway, be nice, or I will pull the catheter out, and pee on my bed."

"Robbins, watch your mouth; I could always give you your injections in the balls."

"I noticed you didn't say my dick, Callaway. Is it because you love holding it so tenderly, while you wash me?"

"Gee whiz Robbins, how time flies when you are having fun. It is time for your enema, again. I think I will get six bottles this time."

"Oh shit, Callaway, not six."

Susan asked, "Is there anything I can do to help, nurse?

"Thank you Mrs. Robbins, after the fourth bottle, he will start to scream. If you put a pillow over his mouth, and sit on it. He will not disturb any of the other patients."

"Are you women born mentally disturbed, or do you get this way as you grow older?"

Susan replied, "Alan, you know we get this way as we grow older. It is because we are exposed to men like you."

"I think I'd rather be on the table, flat lining, instead of facing you two in the execution line."

Susan said, "Your heart stopped?"

"I don't know I just remembered this sound in my head that you hear on television and in the movies, when someone's heart stops, and you see a flat line on the screen."

Nurse Callaway stared at him. "Alan, look at your chest. Were those staples there a week ago?"

"No, they weren't. I figured I got shot, and that was the way they went in to get the bullet."

"Robbins, your heart stopped for two minutes and seventeen seconds. Doctor Vincenze pumped your heart by hand, keeping you alive, until Sergeant shot at the heart monitor, and yelled at it to beep. No one knows why, but your heart responded when he yelled at it. Your heart has been beating perfectly since then. They even wrote it on your chart. It says, "Resuscitated by bullet."

Susan laughed. "I knew that asshole cousin of mine was hiding something from me. I have to call a friend and have her give him a present. You think Sergeant would like eating a bagel, Alan?"

Alan looked at her strangely and started coughing so badly he could not speak.

Alan's aide said, "Come on Mister Robbins, you have taken enough abuse from the female gender today. It is time to get you back into bed and get some sleep. Rest is the best thing to heal your body."

When he finally calmed down, he said to the aide, "If you knew my wife, biblically, you would know there is a better way to heal a body."

"Mister Robbins, my wife would take a dim view of that."

"Alan, you are not getting that for a long time. So shut up and dream."

As he entered dreamland, he knew his heart was okay, but his brain kept thinking about Sergeant and a bagel. Then he wondered whose bagel he would be eating. He smiled, as his brain turned to Susan and her delicious bagel, with his cream cheese. He thought about the little tenant growing behind her cervix. Life was going to be fun again very soon. Nothing was going to take that away from them. He made Susan a promise to do anything she desired when this was over. It was ninety percent over. All that was left was the trial. Everyone believed he was dead; and no one would be searching for him, as long as everyone in the Bureau kept their mouths shut. He could recuperate at home for as long as he needed, without anything to worry about. He smiled in his sleep, puckered his lips, and went to kiss Susan in his dream.

His eyes popped wide open, when she kissed him back.

She smiled at him and said, "You are expecting someone else?"

"No, dreams don't normally kiss me back. You have not woken up at my side for a long time, and you startled me. You can do that any time you want beautiful."

"I am still angry with you Alan. You could have gotten yourself killed many times over, and you go running around the hospital, bare-assed, killing people. If you were not so weak now I would take you out to the corral and let the horses run all over you."

"How are the twelve, four-footed children doing?"

"They have been spoiled rotten. You cannot go near them, without them looking for an apple."

"Ream a new ass hole into the one that did it."

"I will let you do it when you get well."

"Chicken shit.

"Did I tell you it was Joe?"

"Did I tell you I was being reassigned to Germany?"

"Chicken shit."

"You are correct as always, dear. Can you lie down beside me and give me another kiss?"

"Are you going to be killing anyone else?"

"I sure as hell hope not."

"In that case, I will try."

They could not get together face to face, but Susan was able to climb up, and snuggle behind him.

His monitors did not like his new position, but Alan and Susan surely did. They stayed this way for several hours, sleeping together, until nurse Callaway had to disturb them.

"Susan, you have to get out of the bed, the doctors are coming, and they will have a fit if Alan is not lying on his back, when they get here."

Susan rolled out the bed, went into the bathroom, brushed her hair, and made herself presentable.

Nurse Callaway adjusted the bed and made Alan as comfortable as he could be.

Moments later, Doctor Vincennes walked in, with his two associates, to check on Alan. They uncovered the wound, looked at the monitors, and checked his chart. Then he said hello to Susan."

Alan asked, "Shouldn't that have been done in reverse order Doctor; after all she is my wife."

"I am sorry, Mrs. Robbins, with the things that went on in this hospital last week, everything has been knocked out of sync, including my manners. Please forgive me."

"It is all right doctor. Hearing that statement coming out of the mouth of my husband, was the funniest thing I have ever heard."

Callaway was laughing so hard she dropped Alan's chart.

"I will get you for that Callaway."

"Check your pills Robbins; you never know which one will be next."

"Doc can you do anything about her?"

"I'm sorry, Alan, there is no way I can touch her."

"Why, does she own this hospital?" "

"No, it's worse than that. She's my wife's little sister. If I fire her, I will never get laid again. Plus she owes me $18,000 for her school loans."

Alan laughed, "Should I bother to ask which one is more important to you, Doc?"

"Isn't it obvious Alan? Look at her, and think of what her older sister looks like. It is definitely the $18,000."

Callaway hauled off and hit her brother, while everyone else in the room laughed.

25. The Set Up

"Fred an emergency meeting has been called for Saturday, at 10 AM, here in my office. I don't need you to come in. You've been busting your ass all month. Take the weekend off. I can handle it."

"Boss, where are your good pens?"

"They are right here in the upper left-hand drawer of my desk, why."

"Boss, your desk doesn't have a left-hand drawer. Your good pens are in the second drawer on the right."

Atwater looked at his desk and faked a surprise look. "Oh yes, there they are."

"Do you know how to turn on your computer, sir?"

"Just leave it on overnight and I will take care of it on Saturday... You work your ass off for me, Fred. You need to get some sun. I don't want you to wind up in the hospital, because you work eighty-five hours a week. You look like a white piece of paper. You have no color in your skin at all. Go sit by a pool or something. I would like to see you with a little pink on you, when you arrive here next Monday."

"Would you like me to set up the coffee maker now, boss?"

"Good idea, Philip, where is the coffee maker."

"It is in the outer office, sir. How many people are you expecting?" "Mister Free, Mister Fielding, Mayor Bloom, District Attorney Fellock, and myself: so there will be five of us Fred. We should be here about two hours, so make a full pot please."

"I will take care of everything, sir."

"Thank you, Fred. Try to get some color this weekend, please."

"I will do my best sir."

When the office was empty, and Fred left for the evening, a small army of electricians and technicians entered the Attorney General's office, under the watchful eye of Director Free and Attorney General Atwater. They installed micro cameras and recording devices in every conceivable area of the office. The Attorney General opened his safe, removed William Zabo's manila envelope, and placed it in a steel reinforced box. It was placed under a security seal, and removed by a FBI agent. An FBI agent took an exact duplicate of that envelope and opened it, with his gloved hands. He had gone to the Post Office Archives and retrieved exact duplicates of the certified mail slips, cancellation stamps, automated payment stamps, and return receipt cards. The Bureau had period paper stored in their vaults, and typewriters, also of that era. Three different agents read the police reports and were separated to write the statements of what they had seen that night. When they were read by the Attorney General, he said they were too professional and too close in accuracy to one another. Something had to be done to change this.

Director Free said it was not a problem. Each secretary had clearances as high as the agents. He sent one of his men over to the Hoover building, and told him to pick out three of them by tenure. The most senior secretary, a secretary who had been with them, at least ten years and a secretary with less than two-years' service."

When they were in the outer office, they were told what to do, given a thirty-minute time limit, and were left on their own.

When their time was up, they stopped typing, and the men came to look at the women's product. They were perfect. Three totally different essays on what they saw on the night of the crime. The women were given the remainder of the day off, told to say nothing about this to any of their associates, and to forget what they had done. This was a top-secret assignment, and their jobs were forfeit if they ever mentioned it.

Three different men signed the bottom of each letter. It was notarized, sprayed with a phosphorescent chemical agent, folded crisply, and placed in an envelope. The envelope had all the appropriate stamps, seals, certified letter emblems, and return receipt cards enclosed. It was sprayed with the same chemical agent. The three letters were sealed within the manila envelope

If anyone opened the envelope and touched any of the three letters, their hands would receive an invisible, permanent stain that would turn blue under an ultraviolet light. This chemical agent could only be removed from the skin, or clothing, by a specific synthehol-based re-agent. When placed under an ultraviolet light, the chemical would glow bright blue, indicating the person had touched that item. It was placed carefully into the safe, which was closed and returned to its normal position in the room.

At 9:30 AM the following morning, Fred walked into the Attorney General's office to find him looking for the switch for the coffee maker. He looked up and saw Fred grinning at him.

He said, "Fred, I told you to take this weekend off; but before you go, could you turn on the coffee maker?"




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"Sir, I think I will hold a two-hour seminar with you. Just to show you how to sharpen pencils again."

"Fred, don't insult me. I know how to sharpen pencils. I just don't know what the pencil sharpeners look like, or where they are."

Both men had a good laugh over this little joke.

"Sir, I took the privilege of bringing in some pastries this morning for the gentleman."

"Fred, if there wasn't a freeze on, I'd give you a raise."

"It's okay, sir. I am due for a step increase in three months, and I may be able to buy a better car than what I have now."

"Fred, any car is better than the car, you have now. I am amazed every time you make it to work, on time, in the morning."

"Do not mock my car sir, it is paid for."

"It was paid for the year you got out of Harvard."

"It is kind of you to remember that sir.

"Since you're here, why don't you sit in with us, and give us your thoughts on what is going on in New York. I have a copy of the material on my desk. You can run through it, before everyone gets here."

"Thank you, sir; I will get on it right now."

Everyone was sitting at the table discussing matters of great importance to the upcoming arrests: search warrants, places of interest, the police and federal officers would be going to on the night of the raid. Everything that was discussed was done before at the previous trial. The families knew they would go after the top tier plus two or three members below them. The so-called, "Cut Off the Head, and The Snake Will Die prosecution. Fred knew that it didn't work from the '40s through the 90's and it would not work now, unless the government came up with new, blockbuster information, about the inner workings of the mobs operation. With Robbins dead, and no other informants to testify against the bosses, these prosecutions were doomed to fail. At least he thought so, until the Attorney General got up with great fanfare, and went to his vault. He took out the manila envelope and showed it to everyone. He put it on the table in front of him and said, "With this information, we can give them the Federal Death Penalty. William Zabo gave this manila envelope to me personally. In it are three certified letters, sealed and mailed 20 years ago; return receipt, dated, signed, and unopened. Inside are notarized letters detailing the death of Guido Valentino? Eyewitness accounts of the heads of the four families, killing one man. Four bullets; from four different guns; killed one man. Just like in the police reports of the time. These will stay in my vault, until they are needed at the trial. On that day, I will take them out and fly to New York. I will hand them to you, Mr. Fielding, and you can open them in front of the judge. You will show him they have not been opened or tampered with. Three witnesses and they are still alive. William Zabo is one. The others I he will not name, for their safety. One person is living in Switzerland. He is a politician of impeccable credentials. The other lives in New Jersey. I do not think either one of them will have to be called as witnesses, after William is called to the stand. It will be like shooting a dead man again, and again." He pounded the envelopes hard and said, "We finally have these bastards where we want them, and they are going to burn." He picked up the envelope; put it into his safe, and locked it. "Gentlemen, it is lunch time, and I am hungry." The room exploded into applause, like the end of a great summation speech for the prosecution. The loudest applause was from Fred, for his boss: The Attorney General of the United States, Clark Atwater.

Fred slowly drove home thinking about that envelope. He did not know the exact account of the murder, twenty years ago. He was in high school when it happened. He had to hear it from the horse's mouth. He picked up his throwaway cell phone, called a phone number from memory, and asked for information.

"Yes?"

"I need 4 on 1, please."

"Where?"

"Philadelphia?"

"Acceptable. We will call you with a time and place."

"Thank you."

For the next three weeks nothing happened. Fred arrived at work early and left late. He did his job perfectly every day, and never looked, or made a move at the safe. He never did anything out of the ordinary. He was the perfect employee, as always.

The news of the subpoena's started to leaking out of New York County. If these men were not given bail, he would never be able to have his questions answered. Their meeting had to be soon. When he received the exact date the subpoenas were being served, he made another call.

"I have 4 1 1"

"Go ahead."

"Subpoenas are to be served one week from Thursday, 4 AM. Sixty-two male and twenty-seven female subjects, in all five boroughs. 187 search warrants have been issued for all five boroughs. 4 on 1 needed soonest. Emergency situation has arisen."

"Thank you."

Philip answered his throwaway phone the next evening. "Yes."

"Check into the Omni Hotel, 401 Chestnut Ave., Philadelphia. Time 4 P.M. Friday. Sign in using the name of Benjamin Cuneo. No identification will be necessary. Penthouse suite "C" only. Special entertainment will be provided. Bring enough clothing for the weekend. Suits, jogging outfits, swim trunks, workout gear, and casual wear. Parents will arrive Saturday or Sunday; time unknown. Stay with entertainment at all times, no exceptions."

Fred replied, "Thank you."

Fred was rarely given orders, he was given assignments. He was asked to find out anything of value. Anything that would affect the business aspects of the families, now or in the future, they wanted to know about. Currently, he received $7,000,000 a year. If he came up with something of great importance, he received a bonus. All these little dollars added to his bottom line at the end of the year. Currently, he was making an extra $12-$15 million a year. He never spent a dime of it. It was tucked away in several vaults, in West Virginia, in his great- grandmother's name. He was the executor of her will. She had been dead, for seven years. The boxes contained $265 million. He had been working for Clark Atwater, since he was at Harvard. At first, he was a volunteer for his campaign for Connecticut State Attorney General. He was a part-time worker, in his office, while he went to Yale Law School; and Atwater hired him as his law clerk after he passed the Bar Examination. He came in fifth in the State of Connecticut. He turned down several hundred-job offers in the private sector to take this one. Those around him thought he was looking for a political future. However, his destiny was planned for him long before.

His father owned and operated a large garment factory in downtown Manhattan. His workers went on strike during one year, and he could not make payments on his machinery, building, or the fabric he had purchased, in advance. He took out loans from the wrong people, and the only way he had to pay it back was either with lives of his entire family, or with the cooperation of his son.

One evening, with his father, mother, and sister sitting beside him, five men, explained the choices he had. He could say no to their offer and the meal he and his family had just finished, would be their last. If he said yes, he and his family could live a life of privilege for some time to come.

"How long I would have to be tied into this arrangement to pay off my father's debt."

Without blinking an eye, one man said, "25 years."

Fred looked at his father, wondering how much he owed these people, but he did not ask. After calculating his age of fifteen and adding twenty-five more years to it, he would be only 40 years old when this was over.

"Okay, I can deal with that; what do you need me to do."

"We want you to become the best damn lawyer in the State of Connecticut, and you are smart enough to do it. We have seen your test scores, looked at your writing samples, and talked to some of your teachers. You will go to the finest schools, and you will achieve the highest grades or you will pay the highest penalties, if you under-achieve. I think you understand what I mean by that, don't you Fred?"

"Yes, sir, I have no doubt in my mind."

"You will work your ass off, studying from this point on. Any grade below and ninety is not acceptable. Not turning in an assignment is not acceptable. Unclear penmanship is not acceptable. Anything sub- standard is not acceptable, including the manner in which you dress. Mrs. Hastings, you take care of his clothing, if he needs anything, ask. If he argues with the way you want him to dress, hit him, until he understands that you will dress him properly. If he continues to argue, called me, and I will hit him for you. Do you have any questions, Fred?"

"No, Sir, the picture you painted is quite clear. I am a Norman Rockwell painting, and I will stay that way until I am forty."

"That is an excellent attitude Fred. Mister Hastings, your plant will not have another strike. Your workers will be happy and efficient. You will continue your payments as put down in our agreement, and if you have any problem making those payments, you know, there is only one remedy."

"Yes, Mister Lombardo. I know."

"Dad, I thought I was the remedy to your money problems."

"You are the remedy to my past money problems, Fred. What Mister Lombardo is talking about is any future money problems. I have a payment plan to keep my business running smoothly. And in order to do so I have to pay Mister Lombardo's group a certain amount of money every month. If I go into default, I lose my business."

"Dad, your father, and you have worked yourselves to the bone to make that business work. What they are doing to you is not fair. There has to be another way."

Lombardo looked at Fred and said, "There is one way if you wish to take it."

"What is that, sir?"

"We will stop your father's payment plan entirely, if you work for us ten more years."

"If I work for you, until I am fifty years old, you will not take another penny out of my father's pocket. He will not have another strike; you will not burn down his building or stuff like that."

"Fred, we are in the business of making money. If we burn down your father's building, you stop working for us, and we lose a valuable asset. We do not like losing valuable assets, because they make us money. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mister Lombardo, I do understand. I still don't know exactly what you want me to do for you?"

"Fred, we have picked out a man's coattails for you to ride. One day he may be president, or he will be as close to that office as is humanly possible. He is incorruptible, and you must act that way also. No fancy cars or fancy women. Save your money for when you retire. At fifty years old, you have fifty more years to live. You can live very well on the money you will save."

"Thank you, sir. I accept your offer and will work for you, and get you every scrap of information I can find. I think I should go home now. I have a test on Tuesday, I have not begun to study for. If you want me to get a ninety or better on it, I will be up all night. I just want to be sure that you will honor your promises to my father. He is a free man as of tonight."

Lombardo said, "He is a free man for life Fred. You will have provided an invaluable service to us for a great many years, by that time. Our son's will have taken over for us, and they will live up to our bargains. We will start bringing along someone to replace you well before you retire. You will train him in the art of diplomacy. You will train him to kiss ass, without looking like he is doing it. When you retire, we will expect him to comfortably step into your shoes, and fulfill the promises he has made us; just like you will Fred. You have chosen wisely young man, and so have we."

26. Changing Attitudes? I

Continental flight 6104, landed at the Sky Harbor Airport at 4:15 PM. Patricia's makeup was anywhere but on her face. Stephano had more of it on his face then she did. Her lips swollen from the hours she spent kissing him, and her hands hurt from smacking his hands from roaming around her body.

He kept saying to her, "We are getting married, let's play a little."

She kept saying, "We will play very little, until you say 'I do.'"

"We had better do this soon Patricia, or I am going to die of a permanent erection."

"All we have to do is figure out a way to get your mother out here secretly. I have to go on the pill, unless you want children right away. I do not think that is a good idea, with everything that is going on around us right now. If you wish to abstain for five or six years, that is fine with me, or you can use condoms until the pill takes effect. The choice is yours."

"Your father gave us another choice, if you remember."

"You do not have one chance in 100 Billion to enter that area of my body. You will find an exit only sign there for many years to come."

"You see Patricia, you have acquiesced already. All I have to do is wait. I have the patience of a saint, when it comes to you. I hammered and hammered at you about marrying me. Then I formally asked you to marry me. I told you not to answer me, until all the pressure you were facing was off. You and I stopped talking about it. I am very smart in the ways of a woman. I let you stew in your own juices, until you could not take it anymore. I waited silently, until you said, "YES." Then I spurned you, and twisted your mind into little knots. You could not think straight. You wanted to run away, but you could not escape because the aircraft's door was closed. You were furious with me. You looked at me with daggers in your eyes, but you had so much love in your heart, you did not know whether to kill me or to kiss me. Then, I made you think. Through all that haze, hate, and despair, it was me who made you think. When your mind was finally able to focus on the facts, you ran to me like a teenage girl, and held on to me for dear life. I will wait until our wedding night to introduce you to the magic of lovemaking. When you are ready, I will introduce you to the wonders of your body. You will use words that you have never allowed to come out of your mouth. You will scream with joy, and surrender to your passions, in ways you never dreamed of before. I am very experienced in the art of lovemaking. I will teach you to love it as much as I do."

"Stephano, I will quote a line from an English classic. The Queen mother said to her daughter as she prepared for her wedding night, 'Child, lie down and think of England." I think I will try that approach for the first few hundred years."

Stephano looked at her, and they both began to laugh.

When they arrived at the baggage claim area, they heard people calling their name. They turned and saw Jemma and William waving at them from behind the security gates. They were a welcome sight, but they were also very surprised that they had driven all the way from Sedona to greet them.

As they took their bags off the carousel, and showed the tickets to the officers, William, and Jemma reached out and embraced both of them.

William said, "Welcome home children, I am so happy to see both of you."

"Hello papa, thank you for coming to get us. I am so happy you are here."

"So am I Patricia. I thought I had lost you forever. My heart was so heavy when I thought I had hurt you, I did not know what to do with myself. Jemma was the only person who could have, and did get me through it."

"Papa, couldn't you at least asked for a shorter savior?"

Jemma laugh. "I can't help it, Patricia, if you were the runt of the litter."

"When you put those heels on, you dwarf any man in the room."

"Your father bought those heels for me. When I have them on, and he lifts up my dress, he goes straight for my pussy, without bending."

"That is not true Jemma; I have to take off my shoes to do that."

Everyone was laughing as they walked to the car. Patricia said, "Papa, you had to buy a new car?"

"Had is a very strong word. When the technicians at the Air Force Base looked at the undercarriage of the car, it was bent. They told me they could straighten it out for me, but the car would never be the same. I did not have it for that long, so I had it detailed to make it look perfect, and brought it back to the dealership. I reamed the salesperson a new ass hole, and told him I wanted to see the owner of the business. I was going to sue him for his entire company. 'How dare he sell me a car with a bent frame?' The salesperson groveled at my feet. "I didn't know," he said. "The mechanics did not tell me."

"I told you on the phone to have everything checked out before I arrived. I did not hassle over the price. I sent you a check to hold the car for me. I am going to retain the best lawyer in this city, and if I am not satisfied with him, I will get the best lawyer in this state to represent me. I almost drove off a cliff because of this car's instability. You are going to pay dearly for your indiscretion."

When the owner arrived from a golf course, and found out what had happened, he was livid with the salesman. The salesman again pleaded ignorance, and blamed the mechanics for not telling him about the bent frame.

"I told the owner I did not care who was at fault. I was going to sue his company for negligence, and anything else my lawyer could think up. While we were standing there, I called a tow truck company. I told them where I was, and asked them to come and take my car home."

The owner said, "Please don't do that. Pick out any new car on the lot, and it is yours free of charge. All you have to do is pay the taxes. We will pay for the title, and the license."

Jemma and I looked around the lot and found this car. It has all the whistles and bells, but it is not the most expensive one they had. One hour later, all the papers were signed, I gave them a check for $460 for the taxes, and they transferred the license plate from the old car to the new one, and sent away for the title. It was a fun day."

"Papa, you have more money than God. Why did you do that to that poor man?"

"I wanted to show Jemma, that it could be done. It was a lesson in negotiating skills. She saw me do it to an airline executive on the first day we met. However, that was impersonal, and over the telephone. I wanted to teach her that it could be done in person, also."

"Does the salesman still have a job?"

"I will stop by in a few days to find out. If he does not, I will accost the owner again, and tell him what an idiot he is. How could a salesman, possibly recognize a bent frame without going underneath a car. The owner makes his salespeople where white shirts and ties. If he expects them to crawl under cars, he should let them wear coveralls. It is fun to be the king."

"Papa, you are hysterical."

"Mister Zabo, I have two things that need to be accomplished in short order."

"Stephano, I would like you to call me, William, dad, or papa, as Patricia does. Mister Zabo is very formal, and you are to be my son very soon. I already know one of your requests and it is being worked on, already. We are attempting to contact your mother, without alarming her. We wish her to know that you are getting married and we would like her to be at your side. When the time is right, we will have you on the phone to speak to her about it. Now, son, what was your second question."

"Dad, it ties in to the first one. We have to get your daughter to a gynecologist immediately. We agree that the time is not right to bring a child into this world. With the possibility of a trial coming up in the next few years, having a little one roaming around is not the best thing for us to do now. So an ounce of prevention is worth it right now. I asked Patricia on the airplane, "Let's play a little, we are getting married."

Her reply was stifling. She said, "We are going to play very little, until you say 'I do'."




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 08







Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 08



"That is a lie dad."

"I know, but Stephano enjoyed it."

"I am sure he did, up to the point where I hit him."

"I have been meaning to talk to you about that. You are never to lay your hands on him again. It is not proper conduct for young woman to hit anyone, especially her spouse. More importantly, it is not proper conduct for a man to lay a hand on any woman. To do so shows a serious lack of concern for the woman's welfare, and their relationship. If I ever see either of you hit each other, you will no longer be welcome in my company. Is that understood?"

Patricia looked into her father's eyes and understood he was not overstating his case. She said, "Yes, papa."

Stephano replied, "Yes, dad, but could you convince her to take these things off my hands now?"

"No, that is for you two to work out. Jemma, it is time for your punishment; come with me."

Jemma went to kiss Patricia good night. She said, "I love the way he punishes me."

"Don't kill him; I still need him there for my wedding day."

"Are you kidding me, he is stronger than I am."

Patricia laughed and turned to look at Stephano. She said, "Now, where were we?"

"We were in the middle of an argument over these mittens."

"I thought it was a discussion about those mittens."

"Argument or discussion, I want them off."

"I want you to keep them on. Let's go to my bedroom and test them out."

Stephano shook his head, when she said 'her bedroom.' She had never invited him into 'her bedroom.' It was a restricted area. She made it painfully and perfectly clear, when they first walked into the villa.

He walked in as she closed and locked the door behind them. She ordered him to bend down, as she pulled his polo shirt over his head, and off his body. He was totally out of his depth now. If she touched his chest it was always under his shirt. He decided to keep his mouth shut and let her go as far as she wanted. He was not going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

She pushed him down on the bed, untied his shoes, removed them, and his socks. He knew he was dreaming, when she reached for his belt, unbuttoned the button, and unzipped his slacks. When she reached for his waistband, he raised his hips, so she could remove his pants. 

He prayed; "Please God, don't let me wake up. I will do anything you ask, but don't let me wake up now."

His eyes focused on Patricia, and she was doing something she had never done before. She was unbuttoning her blouse. No, she was removing her blouse, and there was a nude colored bra beneath it.

"Oh God, don't let me come yet. Just a little more time, please don't let me come yet."

She unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. He looked at the triangle between her thighs, and his mouth watered. He heard an angel say, "Do you remember these?"

He looked up towards the waistband of the panties, and saw the insignia, "Jockey for Women."

"Yes, I remember."

He watched as her thumbs moved up to her breasts. She unhooked the front closure of her bra and let it fall open. 

That was all he could take. Jets of sperm exploded from his prick. He tried not to scream, but he failed. More sperm left his body than he thought was possible, from one orgasm. When he finally was sated, his body relaxed, and he slipped into a dream-like state. It was the most fabulous dream he had ever had.

He woke up to someone tickling his chest hair. He was only partially conscious and he had no idea what was happening around him, until his eyes focused on Patricia.

"I guess you needed that?"

"I needed what Patricia?"

She pointed towards his groin area. He picked up his head, and saw the flooded area on his shorts. He lay down his head and said, "Oh my God, it was you, it was not a dream."

"Why do you think I have your hands covered? I know how hard this has been for you. I have been trying to figure a way to give you some pleasure, without abandoning my principles. This is what I came up with. I want to make you happy, and I believe I did."

"Would you stand up, please, I want to look at your breasts, again."

She stood up and watched as his smile grew wider and wider. She kneeled on the bed, and brought her breast to his mouth, which stunned him. 

She had not prepared to go this far, but her body overruled her brain. He did not believe it, when she put her nipple into his mouth to be suckled by him. 

The sensation did things to her she could not fathom. She did not understand how her nipple was connected directly to her clitoris, which in turn was connected to her hormone mechanisms, which started producing fluids that flooded her vagina. She never felt anything like it, not even as she masturbated standing by the tree on her way to the airport. 

He was only using his tongue and teeth, but when he changed breasts, it was as if he shifted her body into a higher gear. Her hips started to slide against his thigh in overdrive. Her mind kept telling her to stop, and she tried desperately to obey. 

Stephano felt her turn rigid, and try to withdraw from him. He knew she was having a moral battle. He was not going to let her mind control her heart, not now. He was going to let her heart feel what a woman her age was allowed to feel. He pulled her hips back towards his leg. She would not be denied, again; not because of something her mother said to her while she was growing up, nor by some religious scripture. She would reach the heights she had allowed him to reach moments ago, and he would help her go far higher. He was not going to allow her to walk away 'unfulfilled.' 

He trapped her center, between his legs. He forced her to move her hips back and forth, keeping in constant contact with his thigh. He continued nursing on her nipples and nipping at their tips. 

Patricia shook her head, saying, "No, no, this isn't right." 

His reply was firmer. "Yes, you will, you have waited too long. Your body needs this release. Don't think; let your body feel what's happening to it."

She reacted by passionately to his words, moved up to his face, and kissed him.

"I love you, Stephano; I would only do this with you."

"I will not take advantage of you. I swear by all that is holy, you will go to your bridal bed a virgin."

Her moral war was lost because of his words. Her brain acquiesced and her heart took charge. Her hips picked up the motion against his thigh, and Nitro was added to her fuel mixture. Her body rocketed towards completion.

Stephano played with her breasts, nursing from one, then the other quickly. He used his glove-covered hands to squeeze each orb in its turn. Patricia stretched every sinew of her body; in her first, mind-altering attempt to climb the mountain to fulfillment. 

Stephano watched in awe as she clawed her way to the top. The only way this could have been better for him, would have been to be inside her. He would wait for that to happen on their wedding night. His gloved hands moved along her flanks, as she moved her panty covered cunt against his leg so fast, heat was building up between them. If it were not for her super lubrication, they would surely have a 'rug' burn, in the morning. He pinched her nipples, with his teeth, and watched her eyes roll in her head. She opened her mouth to accept his tongue in a deep, passionate kiss. She was blinded by a rainbow of colors that flashed through her mind, and she screamed in ecstasy, as a giant orgasm overtook her.

Jemma looked at William, "Was that you?"

"No, it wasn't me; I thought it was you."

"Nope, it wasn't me. We must have mice in the attic." They both laughed, and wondered who would be blushing more at breakfast."

Patricia lay on top of Stephano's chest. Her eyes open, looking at herself in the mirror on the wall. She wondered what the person looking back at her would say about what she had done this evening. She was getting angry, with herself, for losing control of the situation.

"Patty, don't do it. Don't overthink this situation like you do everything else. I can feel it in your body. You should feel marvelous now. You should feel happy, desired, and loved. You had the courage to demonstrate how intensely you love me. Do you remember what you said? "I would only do this with you, Stephano." Do you know how special that makes me feel? Do you know how honored I am to have you here with me, at this moment. Of all the men on this planet you could have at the flick of your little finger, you chose me. I feel like the prize turkey in "A Christmas Carol." The one Mister Scrooge sent the young boy to buy on Christmas Day. There was only one, and you chose me. I will never ever let you down. Trust me; trust yourself; trust love, Patty. Put your mind at ease. I am not going anywhere. I will do whatever makes you feel the most comfortable. I love you that much and more.

She was still looking into the mirror, but she was crying now. The same way he could scramble her brains and confuse her, he could unscramble her them, and put them back together again. She propped her body up on her elbows and said, "If I take your gloves off, do you promise to behave?"

"No, Patty; I cannot lie to you. I cannot guarantee it; not with a body like yours around."

"If you had said yes, I would not have taken them off. I would not have believed you; not for one second."

She sat beside him, unraveling the yards of duct tape around each of the gloves. When she had taken the last strip of tape off the first gloves, she said to him, "If that glove comes off your hand before I finished taking the tape off the second one, you are banished from my room. Got it?"

"Yes ma'am, I understand. But to clarify the situation, once last piece of tape comes off the second glove, all bets are off?"

"Within the limits of what is exposed at this moment, and not one millimeter further."

"Gotcha!"

Patricia began removing the tape from the second glove. As she got close to finishing her task she started moving slower and slower and slower.

Stephano asked, "Would you like some help?"

"No, thank you, I am enjoying this very much."

He smiled. "I bet you are."

Patricia said, "I'm getting tired, I think I will go to sleep now. I will finish it in the morning."

Stephano replied, "That is fine with me, what side of the bed do you take?"

"You are not sleeping in here."

"You could not get me out of here with a squadron of tanks."

"Stephano, go to your room."

"Patricia, I am in my room. Anywhere you are from this day forward is my room. You changed all the rules tonight; I didn't. I had no say in the matter. This was your game, even though I must say it is the loveliest game I have ever played. Now take the rest of the tape off the glove and let's play."

"Remember your promise, Stephano. I will die of shame, otherwise."

"Patricia Garrett--Parent, on my honor, you will go to your bridal bed a virgin. You can hang the bloody sheets from the window of our hotel, and send pictures to all your friends in Massachusetts. I want you for a lifetime, Patricia, not just for one night."

She pulled the last strip of tape off the second glove, closed her eyes, and waited to be attacked. It did not happen. She opened one eye to see him sitting there looking at her. She asked him what was wrong. 

"You haven't taken the gloves off."

She removed them one at a time, as she looked into his eyes. 

He took her, and folded her into his arms like a precious object he didn't want to drop. He sat her on his lap, facing him, with her legs wrapped around his back. Biting and kissing her left ear lobe was the beginning of a trip that took him an hour to reach the right ear lobe. His lips and tongue touched and tortured every centimeter of her face, neck, and mouth. His hands; those Omni-Present, fast moving, terrifying items she feared, never left her back. They stayed above her panty line, and never tried to touch any area of forbidden flesh. He did not pull her body away from his chest to touch her breasts. He held her close and loved her, without putting any fear into her mind.

"Would you like to go to sleep now?"

"Only in your arms, Stephano, please."

"I am not leaving this room tonight, or any other night, you are going to be in it."

"I have to change my panties. They are soaked through, for some reason."

"Can I watch while you do that?"

"Yes, as long as you are on the other side of the door."

"In that case, I have to change my shorts. They are sticking to my skin. I will be back in one second. If you change your mind, and lock the door, I will break it down."

"I am marrying a caveman."

Patricia bent down to get a fresh pair of panties and Stephano smacked her bottom and ran out of their room.

"Ouch!"

Jemma asked, "Was that you, again?"

William laughed, "Nope, I thought it was you."

"It must be those damn mice. I think we are going to need an exterminator."

"William, why is Patricia allowed to have more fun than I am?"

"I do not believe my daughter had sex tonight."

"You mean she has that much fun playing 'Slap and Tickle?'"

"When you have never played 'Spin the Bottle', 'Slap and Tickle' is a lot of fun."

"I have not played 'Slap and Tickle' in a long time."

"Jemma, you have a very short memory. ' Slap and Tickle' is our prelude to making love. They are the games we play before we have penetrating intercourse."

"I have never played 'Slap and Tickle' and stopped before having penetrating intercourse. It seemed to defeat the purpose. Can we try it, today, and see what happens?"

"You know I will do anything you ask. Just give me a moment to prepare."

William picked up his pillow, went to the closet, and took down a sheet and a blanket. He put them in their bathroom, and returned to bed, carrying extra towels and wet facecloths

Jemma asked, "What is all this for?"

He smiled and said "They are for later."

He lay down in the bed next to his wife, and began the experiment of 'Slap and Tickle' sans sex. He knew his Jemma was not going to enjoy the endgame, and he had the biggest smile on his face, she had ever seen.

She looked up at him and asked, "What do you know that I don't know?"

"Two things my love: you don't know how much I love you, and you have no idea how beautiful you truly are."

As if she needed any more reason to get wet between her thighs, she was now flooded, because of his words. She thought she was sexually mature when she met him, but he told her, and taught her things about her body and how it responded to a man's touch she never knew existed. She felt like a novice every time he opened her and loved her.

Tonight would be different; for the first time, there would be no penetration. There would be touching, playing, kissing, licking, and orgasms, but no penetration by fingers, toys, or other pleasure bringing instruments. Only tongues were allowed inside their bodies. They stripped the bed of pillows and blankets, leaving nothing to interfere with their movement. Jemma knelt before William and held him in a lovers embrace for long period of time, pleasuring herself with the feel of his body close to hers. Her long arms allowed her to reach everywhere, from the bottom of his buttocks totally round his body and nearly have her fingertips touch. She was a marvel of the human form.

William was not idle during this time. His hands rubbed her flanks, and the sides of her breasts. As soon as their kiss broke, he went for ears, bit the lobes, and pulled on her little earrings. He licked around the crown of her ears and delved inside. He kissed her gorgeous hair, down the trapezius muscle and across to her shoulder. He continued over the cap of her shoulder, which led down to her long fingers. He would have to let her go of her to reach her fingertips. Instead, he brought her fingers to his mouth, and suckled each one of them in its turn. He licked her palm and then each knuckle as he proceeded up the back of her hand to her elbow and bicep to her underarm. 

Jemma giggled in the delight. She went for his throat and then up to his chin, which had a full day's growth of stubbly hair on it. She rubbed her soft skin against it, and reveled in the feel of her husbands' strong features. She felt like she had known him all her life, because of what he had taught her, not only about her body, but about life, and learning. It had only been eleven months since they met, and seven since they were married. She wanted to go back to work at United Air Lines, after her ninety day leave of absence. William would not hear of it. She argued with him for ten minutes, until he took her to bed and fucked her for the rest of the day and night. She never brought up the subject again.

Jemma laid William down on his chest, and lay her body on top of his, resting and keeping each other warm, with the heat of their bodies. She kissed the back of his neck, his head, and behind both his ears, until she moved down and kissed his broad back and shoulders. She bit his left flank, down to his hip and across to his right hip and back to his spine. She kissed up the rise of his buttocks first on one side and then on the other, and then in between. She kissed him up the rise of his hip and down the slope of his ass, and she heard him groan for the first time. She knew he finally figured out her target. He raised his hips, and spread his legs wide. Lips and tongue kissed around her intended target, until she felt him tense like a rubber band stretched to its limit. She let her tongue probe into that puckered opening, at which point he sighed in relief, and in joy. She insinuated her hand underneath his leg, and grabbed hold of the two magic marbles, enclosed in their sac. She played with them gently, as her tongue moved deeper into his ass. William rose up on to his knees, giving Jemma more access to both her target areas. Her tongue was deep inside him, when her right hand grasped his prick, and pulled it forward, has her left hand pulled his scrotum down.

William groaned in agony, as his Vas was stretched to its limit. 

He said, "If I knew you didn't want to have children, I would have had this procedure done surgically."

Jemma responded, "If I kiss it, will it make it better?"

"You can try, but remember, no penetration."

Jemma turned onto her back, and slid her body under his. She kissed each of his balls, and the base of his dick, as she proceeded upward towards the impressive head of his manhood. She licked around the bottom of the bell with the tip of her tongue, which caused him to shiver. Her tongue worked one end and her hand stroked the rest. She knew she was torturing him, because the sounds emanating from his mouth were those of pain and ecstasy combined. She moved up, and circled her tongue around the complete bell end of his penis. She increased the speed at which her tongue was moving, and she increased the speed at which her hand stroked his length. 

William could take no more of this torture. He yelled, "Jemmaaaa," as his cum ejected from his dick, over her head and onto their bed. Only the last few dribbles landed on her hair, face, and onto her lips. She swallowed the droplets immediately, because this might have been against the rules. 

William looked at his wife and said, "I think you have just completed Stephano's part of 'Slap and Tickle.' It is now my turn to give you what I believe Stephano helped my daughter accomplish for the first time."

"She is twenty-two years old, William. Do you really believe what we heard tonight was her first time?"

"I would bet everything that I own and have, in this world, on it."

"You must have had some effect on her mother, William. You have told me often enough how much Patricia and Laura are the same."

"We do not even have to look at the two of them together, Jemma. Look at the effect I have had upon you. I do not know what it is about me that allow women to trust me, and take me as I am; but I never take advantage of a woman. What she gives me, I return one hundred fold. When we first met on the aircraft, I gave you something invaluable to use as a way to get inside the corporate structure of your airline, before I took sexual advantage of you. I am not sure how you would've acted prior to that experience, with that elderly woman and her husband; but I was extremely pleased with the way you handled yourself."




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 08



"Can we talk about that later, William, I would rather continue on our 'Slap and Tickle' fantasy and not have that intrude on our time."

He did not answer, he went straight for breast, and nipped on the little bud at its end. He suckled it like a newborn babe, which brought Jemma's hands to his head. She held him there and rocked him, as she would a baby. She felt his hand travel down to the curls above her vagina. He played in the nest, twirling the hairs together and combing them apart with his fingers, until they were straight. He moved the hand along the edge of her Mons, never touching the lips, sliding down to her ass, and onto the little star in the middle. Fingers are not allowed inside, only tongues, and his fingers were busy at this moment. His finger thumped on her 'Exit door,' and Jemma was dripping. William changed breasts and circled the perimeter of the other one, with his tongue. Long delicious circles, while his finger continually tapped on her sphincter. When he reached the tip of her breast and bit it, she came. It wasn't gigantic, but it was enough to release some steam from his 6-foot tall pressure cooker. William was not through with her. He left the breasts and moved up to her face. He kissed her plump, gorgeous, lips, each ear, each cheek, and each eyelid. He said, "Jemma, I love you so much," as he kissed her once more on her lips. He continued south down the center of her body over her ribs, the flat of her stomach, the swell of her belly, and the nest of her curls. Jemma said, "Oh yes!"

He kissed her on top of her pubic prominence and down to the beginning of the opening of her vagina. He licked her clitoral hood, until her clitoris jumped out, and he bit it, gently. Jemma moaned. He played cat and mouse with this tiny appendage, until it could not hide any longer. It stayed outside its protective covering, and at that point, he ignored it, and moved lower. He licked around the Labia Minora, and Jemma yelled, "Stop teasing me you prick."

Williams replied, "Dear, you wanted to play 'Slap and Tickle.' This is the way the game is played." His tongue moved down, and into the opening of her vagina, which closed around his tongue. He grabbed her thighs and raised her up to make his aim true. He circled the entrance, and jabbed around its perimeter. 

Jemma's hips moved up, down, left, and right, and in circles, seemingly at the same time. He placed the side of his hand between the cheeks of her ass, and rubbed it up and down, causing heat to build up against her asshole. When she tried to move away from it, the tongue disappeared from the area around her vagina. Her hips thrust forward to find his tongue, only to find the pressure against her ass again. Pleasure and torment, pleasure and torment; he was driving her wild. She knew it, and she knew he knew it.

The release valve on the pressure cooker was about to blow, when William stopped. He got off the bed, took a wet face cloth, and cleaned her face of the sweat, which had accumulated, from her forehead, to her neck. He took a towel, and dried her face and body. He had her roll over, and wiped down her back. 

Jemma thought this was a brief interlude, until William said, "Wasn't that fun dear?"

Jemma screamed, "Get back here and finish me, William. I will kill you if you don't."

William backed up towards the bathroom door and said, "Darling, you wanted the same thing my daughter got, and you just did. I wouldn't want you to think she broke her vow of celibacy, and not go to her marital bed a virgin."

Jemma stood up on the bed and looked down on him. "We are married, and she is not. Get over here, now."

"Her marital status is not the point. You wanted what she got tonight, and I gave it to you. You wanted to know how it felt. Now you do."

Jemma sprang at him from the bed, but William was too quick. He took one-step to the side and another into the bathroom and locked the door.

Jemma started pounding on the door, "William, get your ass out here right now, and take it like a man."

"Jemma, I gave you exactly what you wanted, and I never go back on my word. You wanted to play a game and see what my daughter and her future husband were doing inside their bedroom. What you forgot was that you are well beyond that point. You are no longer a maiden. You are highly sensual young woman. Once you start down the road to making love, it is like starting a pebble rolling from the top of the mountain. You cannot stop, until it gets to the bottom. I will see you in the morning, dear."

She screamed, "I am going to find the tool chest and take this door off its hinges. If that doesn't work I'm going to take a chair and break down the door. If that doesn't work, I will have Stephano, do it. One way or another, William, I am getting laid tonight."

He did not answer her. She banged on the door, and he still did not answer her. She yelled at him to talk to her, and still he did not answer her. She put her head against the door and started crying, "William please talk to me."

From the bed he said, "One day you will remember the bathroom connects to two bedrooms, and the key to open the lock is on top of the door jam."

"I knew about the other door, I thought you would lock that one also. I forgot about the key."

"What time is it Jemma?"

"Why, what difference does it make?"

He did not answer; he just looked right at her.

"It is 12:03 AM, William." 

He still just looked at her, waiting for her to think of something and finally the light bulb went on. She yelled, "It's tomorrow. It's a new day. The game is over."

William asked, "Would you like to come to bed now?"

"No, William, I am sure we need a shower!"

"I better bring the towels in there; we are going to need them."

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Sandy wanted to try 'Woman on Top' this time, and Fred was not about to stop her. He told her there was another way to do it if she wanted to try it.

Sandy looked at him and said, "I can't imagine there being another way for me to be on top, and you still being able to put it in the same way."

"Sandy, do you trust me?"

"Yes."

"Then do what I tell you to do, and don't worry about anything else."

She was already moist from their foreplay, when he picked her up and had her straddle his hips, looking away from him.

"What are you going to do from back there," she asked.

"Sandy put my prick into your pussy, and put your hands on my thighs for balance."

"Okay." Wherever Sandy was, Cindy was sure to be. Cindy watched as her sister inserted Fred's dick into her puss, and started slowly rising up and down on it. Once she got the feel for it, she let go of his thighs and started bouncing up and down on it, without any assistance. She had a large smile on her face.

"Cin, this is the greatest."

Fred called Cindy over to him and told her to sit on his face.

"Excuse me?"

"Cindy, come here and sit on my face. You are going to love this."

Cindy started moving towards him, ass first, and Fred said, "Turn around and grabbed the headboard and I will put you into position."

Sandy was bouncing away, having a wonderful time, until she heard Cindy yell, "SHIT! This is fantastic."

Sandy bottomed out, stopped, and looked over her shoulder to see what was going on. She grinned when she saw Cindy having her pussy licked by Fred. She stayed impaled on his dick, turned around, so she could watch what they were doing. She picked up her own rhythm and began playing with her clit, so she could heat herself up faster. She liked cuming, better than she liked chocolate, and she liked chocolate a lot. Watching Cindy and Fred made her even hotter and she reached forward and touched Cindy's breasts. 

Cindy turned her head and saw Sandy smiling at her. She kissed her sister, and lay back on Fred's stomach. Sandy played with her sister's breasts, as Cindy used her thumb and played with Sandy's clit.

As soon as Cindy touched her, Sandy's fluids gushed from her opening and around Fred's dick. Twins being twins, Fred was on the receiving end of a gusher, also.

He said, "Cindy, are you trying to drown me?"

"Yell at Sandy, she started it."

"Is that a twin joke?"

"Well, sort of, we feed off one another."

"It must be fun when you to take tests."

"Yes, Sandy's the smart one; I just tag along for the ride."

Fred looked at Cindy and said "Get a drink for you and your sister. Put two pillows on the floor, by the television. Sandy, honey, when we are finished, I want you to lie down on the floor, put your hips on the pillow, and watch television. Stay there until I tell you, you can move."

"Okay, Fred."

"Cindy, when you and I are finished, I want you to join your sister."

"Is this to increase the chance of us getting pregnant?"

"Yes, it is. When this weekend is over, I want you to keep in touch with me. I am going to give you an address, which I expect you to hold it in the strictest of confidence. If you ever need anything at all, I expect to hear from you. Don't wait, contact me immediately. I will make sure you have whatever it is you need."

"Thank you, Fred that is very nice of you." 

He said, "Girls, I think it is only fair that each of you carry half of my address. Is that okay with you?"

Cindy and Sandy said, "Yes!"

"I'm glad you agreed, because you are going to be carrying the address in your asses. It is the only way to do it safely, because they have everything else covered. When you leave here or possibly while you are here, they are going to make sure that I have done my job. I doubt very sincerely that they will give you a rectal exam. After you leave, when you go to the bathroom, look for the piece of plastic, rinse it off, write down the information on it, and hide it in a safe place. Don't forget to get rid of the plastic bits. I am going to have to push it in deep, just in case they give you a finger wave. We will have to do this tomorrow about 2 PM, because the switch will be made at 4 PM. I want your Social Security numbers just in case they make you change your name. I wish I had more time with you. I could do so much for you. I wonder if they would let me buy all four of you." 

"You mean like slaves?"

"Between them and me, it would be a business deal. Between the four of you and me, it would mean your freedom. You would owe me nothing. I would set you up in another part of the country, pay for your schooling, and help you bring up the kids. I would place no demands on your bodies. Your social life would be your own. There would be no drugs, no alcohol allowed. I would have an attorney set up a guardianship of some type, to keep an eye on you. You will need some type of adult supervision to make sure everything is okay with you and the kids, especially at the beginning. I can get you nannies that will take care of the children, while you attend college. I will buy a house big enough for the four of you, plus the kids. It will be mass pandemonium, at the beginning, but you will be on your own and you will be free. What do you think?"

"Do we have to say yes or no now? Can we think about it? Can we talk to our mom? She did not do any of this to us. It was our dad that screwed us. She is heartbroken over this mess. If we leave, she will kill him, and wind up in jail; or she will die of a broken heart."

"If she is okay with this arrangement, it will take care of one of the problems, with setting up your household. She will be the adult in charge of every day operations. I will still have an attorney oversee the entire project to make sure everything is working smoothly. However, your mother must divorce your dad. She is allowed to see my email address. You are not allowed to use it on your home or school computers. Go to a library or an Internet café and use one there, but never one that can be traced to you. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Fred."

"Okay, back to making babies. Who is up?"

Cindy and Sandy started jumping up and down, saying, "Me! Me! Me!"

Fred walked back to the bed, saying, "I should always have such problems."

"Come to me, Sandy, let's finish what we started. Cindy, do what you were told to do."

Cindy faked a frown, kicked the carpet, and went into the kitchen to get the drinks.

He looked into Sandy's eyes and said, "I have so much, and I have denied myself so much in my life. You and your sister have opened my heart in one evening. I cannot tell you how happy you have made me. I love you both." In the back of his mind, he thought, I am going to buy a newer car.

He kissed her gently, even though she hungered for a little bit more than he gave her. She followed along, and he continued kissing and teasing her until she was sweltering from the torments of his tongue. She was new to all of this, being only her fourth time, and she did not know how her body worked yet, but she knew she liked how it felt. She knew she liked how Fred started the fires inside her. Moreover, she knew she liked Fred. She thought he was twice her age, probably a few years older than her mother, but he was fit, and trim. If they ever met, she knew her mother would like him. 

Fred bit her on her nipple, and she said, "Ouch!" He smiled at her and asked if she would like to join him in the here and now, instead of wherever her mind was off to. She blushed, but she told him she was thinking of him, and her mother.

Fred said, "Oh, really? Are we matchmaking already? I am fucking one of your mother's daughters, and I do not believe she would appreciate it. "

"Mom knows it's something my father caused. We could have been thrown onto the streets, as hookers, because of him. Somehow, through the grace of God, we got to be with you. If my mother had a choice, where do you think she would want us to be?"

"I think she would rather you be at home, with Cindy's head between your thighs." Sandy started laughing as Fred pushed himself deep inside her. 

She said to him, "If I had a choice between Cindy's head, or your dick between my thighs, your dick wins 100 percent of the time."

"Young woman, you had better stop that, or you are going to give me a swelled head."

"Isn't that what happens just before you cum?"

"Very funny, Sandy."

"Fred, we've always done it soft and nice. You said sometimes fucking is hard, and needy. Could we do it that way this time?"

"It could hurt a little; as a matter fact it could hurt a lot, but if you want to try it that way, it is okay with me."

"If I don't like it, I will not ask for it again."

"Wrap your arms around my neck, and your legs around my thighs, and hold on. One hard fuck coming up."

Fred took a deep breath, penetrated all the way in, pulled all the way out, hesitated, and like a battering ram, forced his weight in to her depths and back out as fast as he could, time after time. His mouth sought hers during this onslaught, and they kissed throughout the furious fuck. His soul was on fire, and her body was the equal to his in movement. As soon as she found his rhythm, she joined him. They sounded like two percussion instruments, slamming against each other, until one gigantic sound left both of them speechless.

Cindy was sitting down watching television, instead of watching them play; until she heard the racket going on in the bedroom. She was standing by the door, jamming her fingers deep into her pussy, as Sandy and Fred crashed together. It was manic, it was insane, it was frightening, it was animalistic, and it was amazing to watch. 

Sandy screamed at High 'C' and held it there for added effect, as she squirted her fluids everywhere. 

Fred sounded like an elephant seal beaching itself, with its last ounce of strength. When it was over, neither of them moved. Sandy was safely plugged by Fred's cock, which was still partially erect, and deep inside her.

Cindy was so excited by the action she watched, she decided to be playful, with Fred. She walked over to his side of the bed, and tickled his nose, until he opened his eyes. When his eyes focused on her, she said, "I am ready!"

He mumbled, "Cindy, go fuck yourself."

She thought for a second and said, "You haven't taught me how to do that yet."

He threw a pillow at her, as she scampered out of the bedroom. 

He propped himself up on his elbows, to see what effect this last session had on Sandy. Her eyes were already open, and she was grinning at him.

"Thank you, Fred. I don't know what you do for a living, but if it's legal and there is a calling for a man to train young women in the art of making love and enjoying it; I will write your resume and give you your first review. That was everything I hoped it would be, and more."

Fred kissed her neck and her lips and said, "Remember what I said before, 'you are the stronger sister.' You are going to make some man so happy he is going to worship at your feet."

"Thank you, Fred, I think I love you."

"No, you do not love me. You love what I have been able to do for you, without hurting you. You love that I understood your plight, and I am trying to do right by you, your sisters, and possibly your mother. I hope everything works out for all of us, and if it does, I will be very happy."

They both knew Cindy was listening, covertly, to their conversation, so Fred winked at Sandy and said, "I think I will fuck Cindy up the ass now, I have to prepare her for the message tomorrow. She woke me up before, and told me she was ready."

Cindy screamed "I am not ready for that. There is no way you're sticking that thing up my bottom."

Sandy laughed and said, "Don't worry, Cindy, it's only the first eight inches that hurts."

Cindy looked at her sister warily and asked, "You've done it already?"

"Yes, where were you?"

"I must have been asleep, because I don't remember you screaming."

"Cindy, there was nothing to scream about. Fred was very gentle, he went very slowly, and everything worked out fine."

Cindy straightened her back and said, "Well, if you can do it, I certainly can."

Sandy replied, "Heck Cindy, I never had a doubt in my mind."

Cindy asked, "Fred, what do you need me to do?"

"The first thing I need you to do is give me a little time to recuperate. After that I will tell you what we need to do. Would you go into the kitchen and get me a glass of water with some ice please."

As soon as Cindy, Fred said, "Sandy, are you sure about this?"

"Fred, she's been sticking stuff up her ass for so long, I think it's about time she got the real thing up there. I don't have to tell you how to do it, because you have been wonderful." 

Susan Robbins and half the population of Cottonwood, in Prescott attended the services for the eight fallen police officers of Sedona. Each of the police officer widows, and FBI agent Alan Robbins, wife, received an American Flag in honor of their husbands' service to their State, and their Country. Susan felt out of place because she knew Alan was alive, but this was part of the subterfuge to keep everyone thinking he was dead, and would not be able to testify in court against the members of the four mob families. The president was here, which meant these proceedings would be shown not only nationwide, but worldwide. All the right and wrong people would see the widows. It was imperative that she be sitting 'Front and Center', and later being consoled, by the president himself. 

Police officers from around the state and the nation attended the funeral. Never in the history of the country had so many police officers died in one violent Mob-related action. The every state in the nation flew its flag at Half-Staff, in honor of these fallen heroes. 

When the services were over, traffic leaving Sedona was a nightmare. Cassandra Middleton walked over to Sergeant Sherwood and asked if she could get a ride to Cottonwood with him, because she and her ride had gotten separated. He told her it would be his pleasure. He made sure he was alone in the car with her.




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 08



"Cassandra, I am sorry we missed our night together, and I didn't call you to explain why. We have been very shorthanded, since the incident, and things have been hectic around the office."

"Sergeant, Amanda called and explained what was happening and apologized for you. She didn't have to do it, because I listened to the television and knew what was happening in Sedona. I knew our men were involved, and if they were involved, you were leading them. You have nothing to apologize for, and the whole town is grateful for what you and our men did to keep us safe."

"It is what we get paid for Cassandra. In our line of work it is: 99% boredom and 1% sheer terror. I never want to go through anything like that 1% ever again."

"I still want you to come over for dinner. I don't want to wait one week for that to happen, either. I want you at my house tomorrow night or the night after, at the latest. Susan gave me her recipe for pot roast. She said it is your favorite. I will do my best to make it like hers."

"Cassandra, instead of trying to mimic my cousin, why don't you make me something you like instead. I think I would enjoy that more."

"If you like Italian, I make mean homemade ravioli."

"Who doesn't like Italian food? I have not had good ravioli, since I went to a police conference in Chicago. I will bring the wine, and I will try to find crisp Italian bread along with it."

"That would be great, Sergeant, I'll see you about eight tomorrow night."

"How did you know I got off at 7 o'clock? No, don't bother answering that question. I know the answer already. Amanda told you, didn't she?"

"No, Susan did; and if you keep saying nasty things about my friend Amanda, I'm going to tell Joe."

"If you tell Joe what I just said, I will not be at dinner tomorrow night."

"It will not be the first time you stood me up."

"How many times have I stood you up Cassandra?"

"Should I start with high school, or do you want me to start after you came home from the Marines."

"Weren't you married when I came home from the service?"

"Sergeant, you are an ass hole. I got married two and a half years after you got home. If you hadn't had your head so far up your ass, you and I would have been married back then."

"Can I get a second chance?"

"You can start by showing up at dinner tomorrow night, on time."

"I will be there, on time."

He knocked on her door at 7:50 PM, with twenty-four yellow roses, an expensive bottle of wine, and Italian bread that was anything but crisp. He apologized for the bread. 

Cassandra could not have cared less about the bread, because she loved the yellow roses. She loved them so much; she kissed him passionately on the lips, which knocked Sergeant back a few steps. He had not kissed a woman like that in more than twelve years. He was married to his job, and everything else came third or fourth in his life. Susan came in second, until Alan came along. Now, he had some breathing room, and maybe, just maybe, room for someone else in his life. He did not want to fuck this up, before he had a chance to see if it could blossom.

"What is that wonderful aroma?"

"That is dinner, dummy. What have you been living on, 'Hungry Man dinners and take-out food?'"

"You have just named my complete menu for the week."

"When was the last time you had a physical? Are all your arteries clogged? Please tell me you are taking an aspirin a day to keep your heart pumping."

"Cassandra, I will have you know I am a perfect physical specimen. My last physical was seven months ago, and the Doctor told me, I was within the glycemic index for my height and weight. My blood pressure was fine, and even my cholesterol was good. My triglycerides were slightly high, but he wants me to exercise more, because my ass was getting flat from sitting on a chair too much."

"Turn around, let me see your ass."

Sergeant turned around and let her get a good look at his 'Flat' ass.

"The doctor is right. It is not fat, it is flat. Exercise will do you good."

"Who is going to do the paperwork in the office, if it is not me? Every time I turn around, there is another pile of it, waiting to get done. I have to run out of the office, in between piles of paper, so I can get into my car and go on patrol every now and again. I did not sign up for a desk job, but when they promoted me to Sergeant, that's what I got."

"Poor Sergeant Sergeant Sherwood stuck behind a desk with no place to go."

"Don't mock me, Cassandra; Marines want to be out front where the action is. Paperwork is for the Air Force. The Army and the Navy and the Marines are the fighters. Ninety percent of Air Force personnel are paper jockeys. The other ten percent are the pilots and they do the fighting. You hear about the B-2 bomber. There are two pilots on board that aircraft. The support staff and ground crew probably range from the hundreds per aircraft, to the thousands per active sortie. They are all paper pushers. They are necessary, but all they do is push paper. The Marines are different. The Army is different. The Navy is different. We are out front. We are the fighters."

"Why didn't you fight for me? I gave you every signal in the book I wanted you. I told Susan to tell you I wanted you. The only thing left for me to do was to hit you over the head with a crowbar, and tell you I wanted you. All you did was stay on the sideline. You totally ignored me. You broke my heart. At one point, I thought you were gay."

"Cassie, I must have been blind. I never saw it. I saw you surrounded by all those men. You were the most beautiful girl in class. I never thought I had a chance with you. I saw you looking at me, but I thought you were making fun of me. How could such a beautiful girl want someone like me? It was the reason I went into the Marines, after I graduated high school. I wanted to run away. I couldn't stand the thought of being pitied. I chose the Marines, because I knew they were not going to pity me. They were going to make me into the type of man I wanted to be. I had no idea they were also going to make me an island unto myself. They made me self-sufficient. They made me impenetrable. No one could get through to me, if I did not want them to. It was my job and Susan, and nothing else mattered. I'm sorry if I hurt you, it was not intentional. It is who I was at the time."

"Who are you now Sergeant?"

"I am older, slower, hopefully a little wiser, and if it's not too late, I would really like to get to know you better."

"You have known me since I was thirteen years old. That was twenty-nine years ago. How much better do you need to know me? What have you been waiting for, an invitation?"

"I told Susan I did not want to rush this; I wanted this to work out for the both of us for a long time to come. She almost hit me when I said it. She said the last of the confirmed bachelors is going to bite the dust. I don't want to jump into bed with you and ruin that. I really want us to work. I screwed it up when I was twenty-four, I do not want to screw it up again."

"Come into the kitchen with me for a minute I have to do two things."

Cassandra walked into the kitchen, took the ravioli off the table, put it into the oven. 

She picked up the phone and pushed a speed dial number.

"Hi Amanda, everything's fine. He is taking the next two days off. Make sure he's covered please. Thank you very much, dear."

"Cassie, I cannot take the next two days off. We are too busy. I am shorthanded. I have three people helping out in Sedona. The rest of my men are working twelve on and twelve off. They are going to be exhausted."

"Should I call Amanda back, and have you speak to Joe. Four of our men have been deputized by the judge to handle the midnight duties, so your people can get some rest; that includes you. You are off for the next forty-eight hours, and you are not leaving this house. Do you have anything else to say?"

"I don't have any clean clothes with me."

"Who said you are going to be wearing clothes. Take me to bed before I take out my rolling pin, and use it on your head."

"Cassie, it has been a very long time."

"It is okay Sergeant; I will treat you like a virgin."

"Cassie, somehow I don't think you missed your ride."

"Sergeant, you are a little bit slower than you used to be; sometimes I like it slow, and easy. Other times I like it hard and fast. Do you think you can remember that, or should I be on top for the next two days?"

"I remember the basics Cassie, but I also remember my manners. When a lady is desirous of being on top, you have to afford her that opportunity, every once in a while."

"That is mighty big of you Sergeant. Now I have to see if Susan was lying to me, or not. Sit down, so I can take off your shoes."

She was not gentle with his shoes, as one came off; she threw it against the wall behind her. Its twin soon joined it, along with both socks. Cassandra stood up and pushed Sergeant down onto her bed. She reached for his belt buckle, button, and zipper, and made short work of them.

"Do not make me ask you to raise your hips Sergeant."

The last time he saw a look like that was on Parris Island, and he did not like it there either. He raised his hips off the bed to allow her to remove his pants. It surprised him when she not only took his pants but his shorts, along with them. His eyes opened like saucers as he realized he was naked below the waist.

"If you move, I will cut it off. Susan did not lie when she said it was a good size hunk of meat. I am going to enjoy this. She knelt down between his knees and without using her hands swallowed him whole. He was not flaccid, but neither was he close to being erect. Her mouth worked on him, while her fingers undid the buttons of his shirt. He was soon as hard as steel, and his chest was bare.

Sergeants' fingers played with her hair, but put no pressure on her head. His eyes were sunk, deep in their sockets, and he knew he did not have much time before he would cum.

Cassandra moved one hand from his chest, to between his legs to play with his balls, and this is all the additional sensation he needed.

He screamed, "Cassie, I'm coming!"

Cassandra's head went into double time, moving up and down on his prick; bathing it with her saliva and teasing it with her tongue. Only a few seconds past, when she felt the first shot hit the back of her mouth. She nearly choked because of the volume of the semen he shot from his cock. She had to swallow three times to get rid of the first volley of sperm; only to be nearly drowned by the second and even larger volume of sperm Sergeant had stored up in his testes. 

Cassie put a death grip around his cock to give her time to swallow what she had in her mouth, before he shot the next volley into her mouth.

Sergeant screamed in agony, wanting to continue releasing the fluid which was backing up between his testes and his Vas on the way up and out of his prick.

When her mouth was finally clear of his second load, she released her grip on his prick, he exploded again, deep into her mouth and throat, and she wondered if this would ever end. Finally after the fifth explosive outpouring of semen, he started to calm down. He was not finished. He was releasing what an average human male would ejaculate during an orgasm. She was not celibate after her husband and she divorced, but she had never had an experience like this one.

Sergeant said in a very low and satisfied voice, "Thank you, Cassie; that was magnificent."

"Don't you jerk off, you son of a bitch? You nearly drowned me with that stuff."

"No, Cassie, I never have. I never saw the sense in it."

"You are joking with me, aren't you? All teenage boys jerk off. They look at pictures of naked women, go to the bathroom, and jerk off. It's as simple as that."

"I never looked at dirty pictures. My mom and dad raised, Susan and me to respect the opposite sex. I did not feel that it was proper to look at magazines that used sex as a way to make money. It would have been like me looking at Susan, and I would never do that to her, because we are too close."

"I never thought of you as 'The Good Boy Scout' type Sergeant. I don't know if it was your name, or the kids you hung around with, but it just did not fit you at the time."

Sergeant sat up, took off his shirt, and helped Cassandra stand. He kissed her on her wonderful lips and said, "Talking about my past is getting us nowhere. It is time to unwrap my gift, so I can take her somewhere special without leaving the room." 

He started with the buttons on her cuffs, of her long sleeves blouse, and pulled it from her jeans. As he unbuttoned each button, he kissed each piece of flesh as it became exposed. As he reached the fourth button, he encountered the snap of a front closure bra. He undid it, let it expand, kissed the area that was exposed, and moved south to the next button. 

Cassandra's hands moved to the top of his head, as he reached her belly button. She felt him open her belt, pop the snap button on her jeans, and lower the zipper. Beads of perspiration formed on her upper lip, as he kissed her belly. Inch by inch, he kissed her, going around her waistline, towards her spine. When he arrived, he tugged on both sleeves of her blouse, and it fell from her body. He kissed up the bony spurs of her back, all the way to her neck. He licked behind her left ear, and then bit the lobe at its bottom. With both hands, he slipped her bra off her arms and threw it with the other discarded clothing. His hands went to her belly as he continued administering loving touches to the area just above her jeans. The kisses to the soft underside of her throat and neck were having a torrential effect between her thighs. Her panties were soaked, and if he did not take off her jeans soon, she was going to be wet down to her knees. 

Sergeant moved his hands up to the swell of her breasts, and felt the weight of each of them. He heard her moans of delight, and felt her cross her legs tightly.

He licked her neck and pinched her nipples, and Cassie said, "Oh fuck, you bastard."

He turned her around, kissed her, and asked, in all honesty, what he had done wrong?

"I just came, you idiot." 

"Isn't that a good thing?"

"Where the hell is my softball bat? I'm still dressed. My pants are now soaked. I love cuming, and even though this was a little one, it was delightful. All my fluids leaked out of my vagina, between my legs, down my thighs, and have now been soaked up by my pants. For future reference sir; my shoes, socks, pants, shirt, bra, and panties, come off, before this woman cums. Can you remember all that, Sergeant, or do you need a tattoo to remind you?"

"I have your instructions memorized Cassie, I will never, purposely, make that mistake, again."

He knelt down in front of her, peeled her jeans over her hips and off her body. He threw her over his shoulder, carried her to her bed, and very gently placed her down. He removed her wet panties and informed her that she was now completely naked. 

He looked at her, with heated eyes, and asked her to stay as she was for one more moment. He wanted to visualize her, as she was, for the rest of his life. 

"Cassie, you are still the most stunning woman I have ever known."

She smiled, and shook her head at him. "Sergeant, I am naked, in bed, and waiting to get laid. You don't have to flatter me to go much further."

"Is it flattery if what I said is the truth?"

"No, I just wish you had the nerve to say it, when we were in our 20s."

"Let me try to make up for some of that lost time." He knelt down between her thighs, and spread her lips with his thumbs. Her 'Little Man in a Boat' was already out from under its protective hood, and he attacked it with his tongue. He slashed it back and forth, up and down, with the method he was taught on Parris Island, until Cassandra screamed, in a mighty orgasm."

"Where did you learn that you prick? No one has ever done that to me before. No one has ever made me come that huge and fast, only with his tongue. You did not even touch me with your fingers. What did you do and how did you do it?"

"I am sorry, Cassie I cannot tell you. It is a Marine hand-to-hand fighting technique. It is something we learn, during combat drills, in order to keep our hand movements fresh in our minds. Our drill instructors teach it to us, and then keep it fresh in our minds by using our tongues, and thinking about pussy. It is a very effective training tool."

"Sergeant, I couldn't agree with them more. Get back down there and do it again, and again, until you get it back into fighting form."

"Yes ma'am, anything you wish, ma'am. It will be my pleasure."

Sergeant attacked Cassie's pussy, exactly as his drill instructors taught him, on Parris Island. After thirty minutes of constant practice, Cassie was unconscious, and Sergeants' tongue was cramped. Both of them were deliriously happy, with the drill sergeants' training regimen.

Cassandra woke up to the sound of Sergeant awful singing, while he was in the shower. She got out of bed and joined him. She opened the sliding door, and stepped in front of him.

He smiled, "Fancy meeting you here. Would you like me to wash your front, back, and head?"

"Can you do all three, without getting them mixed up?

"I will try."

He removed the showerhead from its holder, wet her hair thoroughly, and turned off the water. He lathered her hair and massaged the soap into her scalp, until she begged him to stop. He turned the water on and rinsed her head thoroughly. He repeated this process with the conditioner, only this time she was facing him, and she was sucking his dick. He was trying to finish her hair by running a thick comb through it, before he exploded into her mouth again. He was unsuccessful in both endeavors.

"Oh fuck, Cassie, here I go, again."

She thought she was ready for him this time; but he came with the same volume as first two orgasms. She managed to get through the third explosion; but when the fourth blast hit the back of her throat, she closed her throat and let it flow out of her mouth.

When he was finally finished, she stood under the shower and washed off her body. She turned to him and said, "Thank goodness I have passed my child bearing years. If you shot that much stuff into me, I would be pregnant after the first time we fucked."

"Cassie, are you on the pill?"

"No, I have already gone through menopause. I cannot get pregnant any longer"

"Are you absolutely sure you have gone through your changes." 

"Yes, my doctor has me on hormone therapy. Why are you thinking about a career change?"

"No, Cassie, you do know Susan is pregnant."

"Yes, she told me. What does that have to do with me?"

"Susan thought she had gone through her changes also, until Alan knocked her up. Are you sure you do not want me to go out and buy condoms?"

"Sergeant, I am absolutely safe. There is no chance I can get pregnant."

"In that case, Cassie, would you like to eat, or would you like to make love?"

"If you leave this bedroom, I am going to bust you to private, and cut your balls off."

"That would be the second surest method of birth control I know of Cassie."

"I am getting cold. Do you want me to start playing with myself to keep warm?"

Sergeant stuck out his hand and said, "Cassandra, please come with me."

She got out of bed, a little confused, and very annoyed, which showed on her face.

He put his arm around her waist and began walking towards the closed bedroom door. He spun her around to face him, grabbed her around her waist, and kissed her torridly. He pinned her against the door and forced himself inside her with one thrust.

Cassie's breath was knocked out of her, with the force of his entry. Her legs wrapped around his middle to gain some balance.




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 08



Sergeant continued thrusting in and out of her pussy at a fast pace, waiting for her hips to join his, in this mad dash to completion. He knew he would last longer then she would, because he had just had three massive orgasms. His lips were all around her face years, and throat. His hands were holding the globes of her ass, and they were helping push her into his thrusting cock.

Finally, he heard and felt her come for the first time, all over his prick. Her hips started to move in every direction. Now she was on fire. Her fuse was lit and it was only a matter of time until the massive explosion she really needed, exploded throughout her body.

She was not a stick figure. She had meat on her 5'8" frame. It was perfectly located on her breasts, ass, and legs. 

He thanked the Town Council for approving the exercise equipment at the Public Safety building, because tonight he was using every muscle in his arms and legs to hold this beautiful woman up against the wall. Pounding after pounding; movement after movement; they tore into each other's body, until Cassie's threw her head back, and screamed. She flooded everything within eighteen inches around her, as her cum squirted out of her body, in elongated pulses. 

Her orgasm set him off. As Cassie began to calm down, he could no longer hold himself back. He stopped thrusting, as she was slowly came down from her orgasm, but her remained imbedded in her. Her heat and desire for him caused a loss of control. Without moving, he fired seven volleys of his baby makers into her non-reproductive womb. Sated his knees began to buckle.

Remaining deeply imbedded inside her, he carried Cassie to her bed. He climbed on it, and lay down on top of her.

Cassie laughed at him. "Are you trying to make a point?"

He replied, "My point has not gone down, yet. I was wondering if I should start again."

"If you do, you will never be allowed in me, again. If you had started this in a bed, I would be fine. However, you pushed me against a hard, textured door. My back is killing me, because it was against one of those damn ridges. You did not have to prove to me that you were a he-man, I knew that in high school."

"Would you like to take a nap or would you like to take a shower with me?"

"I think another shower is in order for us Sergeant. We smell of sex."

"I have not smelled like this in 20 years Cassie. I am very happy it is with you."

"Don't you start with me, you asshole. It could have always been with me, if you had your eyes open."

"For how many years am I going to have to apologize for that mistake?"

"How many more years do you anticipate living?"

"Is there an operation that can turn me deaf?"

"I will teach you sign language."

"How soon do you want to get married?"

"How soon are you going to ask me?"

"Is tomorrow night too soon?"

"You had better have a ring, or the answer is going to be no."

"Is there a good jewelry place here, in Cottonwood, or should I go to Phoenix?"

"I was at Howard's Jewelers this afternoon. Sally knows the stone, and setting I want. She also knows my ring size. She will be waiting for you tomorrow, at 11 o'clock. "

"Did you, Susan, or Amanda leave anything for me to do?"

"Of course we did. We knew how important a step this would be for you to take, leaving your bachelorhood days behind you, and all."

"What do I get to do Cassie?"

"You get to pay for everything, you idiot? That will teach you to ignore me for 30 years."

"Shit, I am never going to hear the end of this."

Cassie kissed his ear and whispered, "I am going to make hearing about it, so worth your while. Let's make love so I can keep that smile on your face. I am not sure how you are going to react to my cooking. So let's cook in bed; food will take care of itself."

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29. The Next Generation

When the funeral ceremonies were over, FBI director Michael Free escorted Susan Robbins home in his armored GMC. When they arrived, they went inside and found Alan, walking slowly on the treadmill with an aide by his side.

The aide stopped the machine, but Alan did not get off. He said, "Hello, Mister Director, how is everything in Washington."

"I need you on the job, so what do you do, you get your ass shot up, just so you could lay down and take some workers comp time."

"Believe me, Mister Director, from what they tell me; a couple of more seconds, and you would not have had to worry about me taking comp time."

"They told me the same thing Alan; that's what brings me here."

"You mean you didn't come here to see my pretty face, and watch me walk on my treadmill?"

"No, as exciting as those things may be, I came to give Susan this, and I thought I would let you watch. Susan, Alan already has two of these. They are for outstanding bravery and courage for working undercover. Only men who are extremely stupid and crazy take these jobs. Alan fits both those categories. This past week he did it again. However, this time he died. So with the condolences from the Bureau, we present to you, posthumously, his Third Gold Star: For Bravery and Stupidity, above and beyond the call of duty. He is hereby retired from the service, with full pay and benefits, because of his injuries. Susan, he is to stay dead. A grave marker will be erected at the Valley View Cemetery and a body interred there in, until your idiot husband decides to become Lazarus. The plot will be a double, so you can lie beside him, if you want to, for eternity."

Alan screamed, "Bull shit, I will be fine in a year."

The director responded, "The trials will not start for 3 to 4 years."

"Mister Free, do you remember what you said about my husband a few moments ago; the part about him being 'extremely stupid and crazy.' I have a horsewhip that will keep him in line. If that doesn't do it, in two months, he will be changing diapers, and feeding the baby at 2 o'clock in the morning. I will keep him out of trouble, or he will never get laid again."

"Thank you, Susan. I am glad that he has found a woman worthy of his talents." 

"Alan, I want you to sit down for a moment. I have something else I have to tell you and I need you to try to stay calm."

"Susan is he strong enough to take some tough news?"

"Mentally or physically Mister Free."

"I will take that as a yes, because he has never had a strong mentality to rely on."

"Thanks chief, I needed to hear that just now."

"Alan, the things that happened to you during your divorce were set up by the mob. You are legally divorced, but your wife was given a big time mob lawyer for free. He railroaded you. The man, who ratted you out is under surveillance. We are waiting for him to make a mistake, and we will nab him in the act. He knew you were in the middle of a divorce, and got this mob lawyer to represent your wife. The lawyer ran you ragged, and you ran to the bottle. We believe he even threatened your lawyer. We are working on that angle now. This information came from Stephano Valentino. He is going to turn state's evidence, along with his father. We believe the leak is in the Attorney General's office. We will wait and see if we are correct."

Alan did not scream or burst out in anger. He smoldered inside, which was the worst thing he could do. His blood pressure soared. His face was turning scarlet.

Susan walked over to him and smacked him. 

He did not react.

She hit him again. Nothing happened.

She was in the middle of her third swing, when Alan caught her hand. "Damn it Susan that hurt."

"Asshole, it was supposed to hurt. I was not going to let you sit there and blow a gasket. Say something."

"I am going to stop paying that bitch alimony. I am dead. There is not a damn thing she can do about it. She is not entitled to death benefits, because I remarried. She is not entitled to anything."

The director looked at one of his agents, and nodded his head. The agent walked outside, and sent a coded message to Washington. Alan's second wife was in for a rude awakening. It was nothing short of what she deserved. Years later, when the FBI finished its investigation, and the trials were over, she was fined $50,000 for falsifying statements, signing falsified documents, and lying under oath. She was also sentenced to eighteen months in prison for defrauding the Federal Government of monies, in the form of alimony payments, from Alan Robbins paychecks.

Alan, Susan, and Callum Robbins, their five-year-old son was on hand, to wave goodbye.

The lawyer, who represented her, Gerald Sullivan, was disbarred, fined, and sent to jail for ten years, for obstruction of justice, falsifying documents, and perjury. He met will several of his mob bosses, while they were serving their time together; and he helped plan the strategies for their upcoming appeals.

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"Cindy, are you ready yet?"

"I am not sure if I will ever be ready for this, Fred.

"Cindy, what is the matter with you. When Fred did it to me, I didn't have any problem with it. I was scared at first, but he was so gentle with me, he made it easy, and he even gave me the best cum of my life, when I came at the end."

"Sandy, you came? I find that hard to believe."

"Did you think you would cum, when Fred popped your cherry?"

"No, I didn't. I was very frightened, and I did not think there was any chance I would cum."

"You did cum though, didn't you?"

"Yes, and it was marvelous. I never thought it was going to happen my first time."

"Do you believe I thought I was going to cum, during my first anal fucking?"

"I don't see how you could; just the thought of something that big going up your ass would have put your mind in a deep freeze."

"I didn't go into a deep freeze, because I trusted Fred. You trust him too, don't you? Look at what he has done for us over the last seven hours. He could have raped us, brutally. We could not have done anything to stop him. However, he has been kind and gentle with us. He has offered us a way out of our problems, with our father. He has offered to help us with our children, if we get pregnant. He has also promised to help mom, if she wants to come with us. I trust him with my body, completely. You should too."

"I do, Sandy, I really do. It is just a very big step, and it is not something I had anticipated doing at nineteen years old."

"Cindy, do you remember the candles you put up your ass, when you were sixteen?"

"You bitch, you saw me do that?"

"Cindy, we are twins, remember? Not only did I see you do it, I felt every inch of the candle go up my ass, as you pushed it up yours. It was quite a rush."

"I thought so too, Sandy. I guess I may as well get this over with. You are going to stay with me, aren't you?"

"I am never going to leave you, baby sister. Wherever I am, I expect you to be close at hand, and that includes the delivery room."

Cindy and Sandy hugged each other and went to find Fred.

Fred looked at the two of them, as they approached him. He said, "Don't bother telling me, I can tell by the look on Cindy's face, she is chickening out."

Sandy answered him sharply. "Fred, you are poor judge of character. My sister has never backed out of anything. She knows if I am able to do something, she not only can do it, she can do it as well, if not better than I can. Don't you ever demean my sister, again?"

"Cindy, I apologize. I thought for sure you would not go forward with this. Are you ready?"

"Yes, Fred, I am ready, and Sandy is going to stay with me."

"That is fine. Let's go to the bedroom and I tell you what to expect, and prepare your body."

Fred told Cindy that at the beginning, he would penetrate her very slowly, with his fingers, to lubricate her. Afterwards, he would put a condom on, lubricate it, and start to penetrate her, until he was halfway in. When she was comfortable, he would continue to move until he was completely inside her. She would feel a lot of pressure, when he was completely inside her, but no more pain from the insertion of his dick. As he started to move, he would play with her pussy and clit, to build her up for a huge orgasm at the end. He told her to trust him, because she would have an orgasm, the likes of which she had never had before. He wished she had more orgasms to compare this one to, because this orgasm was going to blow all the others out the water. 

By the time he finished speaking, Cindy and Sandy were grinning from ear to ear."

Sandy whispered to Cindy, "I told you there was nothing to worry about."

"I believe you, sis. I should never have doubted you in the first place."

Fred retrieved the olive oil from the dinner table and lubricated Cindy's rectum with it. He pushed it deep inside her with one finger and heard her moan. When he poured more oil on two fingers, and inserted them into her ass, it was more of a pain moan than before.

"Cindy you are doing just fine. Try to relax, I have to put one more finger in, and that will be it. Try to relax."

Cindy grabbed Sandy's hand as Fred oiled three fingers, and slid them inside her. This was not a moan; this was a plea for help.

Fred kept his fingers inside her, and rotated them in an attempt to lubricate and stretch muscles. He could feel her, trying to close her muscles down on his digits, and he told her to stop. She was defeating the purpose of his fingers being inside her, and it would only hurt her more later, if she did not follow his instructions.

It took her a few moments, but he felt her relax the sphincter muscles around his fingers. He kissed her and congratulated her on the control she had over her body. He withdrew his fingers from her, and slid on the condom. He told her never to let anyone into her rectum, without protection.

He lay Cindy down, on her back, and lifted her legs to his shoulders. 

Cindy looked at his length and width and had a frightened look in her eyes.

Fred smiled at her. "Remember, Cindy, there are things that come out of there that are much bigger than what I am putting in there."

Cindy closed her eyes put her hand to her mouth and started to laugh. Fred took the opportunity to put four inches of his dick inside her.

Cindy stopped laughing, and squeezed Sandy's hand. Sandy kissed her cheek, and said, "Not too bad little sister?"

"He surprised the shit, out of me when he did that."

"I don't think so, Cin. You look a little plugged up to me."

"Very funny, Sandy; you probably looked the same way, when he did it to you."

"Cindy, I told you a little fib. I have not done this yet. I wanted you to go first, so I could watch what happened."

"I am going to beat the crap out of you for lying to me."

"Cindy, if you would look down and see how far in I am now, you will be surprised to see that while you two were busy jabbering away, I managed to get the rest of my dick up inside you. How do you feel?"

"I guess the candles worked, because I feel fine. What happens now?"

"Now the fun begins; we fuck until we come."

Cindy replied, "Let the games begin."

Fred pulled until her hips were slightly off the edge of the bed. He began pulling his prick out slowly and reinserted it the same way. After a short time, he picked up speed and watched Cindy's eyes. They glowed; and her hips started to move in sync with his. When he moved faster, she joined him. As he rotated his hips to the left, she went in the opposite direction, building up friction for both of them. Fred attacked her pussy with his fingers, and Cindy screamed in joy. Her clit was out of its protective hood, and he squeezed it mercilessly. Fred pushed two, then three fingers into her newly opened vagina and searched for that rough spot on the top lining of her sheath. When he found it, Cindy was a goner. She had a dick pounding her ass, a thumb, and a forefinger pinching and tugging on her clit, and now, two fingers rubbing on her 'G' spot. She grabbed Sandy's hand; nearly breaking it, arched her back, and gave out with a mighty scream, "Oh Freddddddd," as she sprayed her cum all over his lower body.

Sandy looked down at her sister, and knew, if she died at that moment, the undertaker's would never get that smile off her face.

Fred did not come. It was a little too soon for him, considering all the activity he had this evening. He was not worried about it. He enjoyed hearing Cindy going over the edge, just as he had promised her. 

He looked at Sandy and smiled. "You are next little girl, and I am looking forward to it."

Sandy grinned back at him and he replied, "So am I, Fred. I never thought I would look forward to something as deviant as this, but it sure looked good."

"I told you before, Sandy, sex in all its forms is wonderful, as long as both parties are consenting adults. I do not like what happened here today. I am just happy that I was helpful."

By 4 AM, Fred had finished with Sandy and the three of them were asleep on the living room floor. The beds were soaked with semen sweat and vaginal fluids, and there was not a dry spot to be found. They took the blankets, pillows, and a spread, laid them on the floor, and went unconscious in seconds. When the house cleaning service arrived at 10 AM, all three were still asleep on the floor. They were naked, and the girls were wrapped around Fred like Ivy. They turned and fled the room.

Fred received a wake-up call at noon, advising him that his parents would be there at 2 PM. He had no problem with that because he had plenty of time to prepare. He took a shower, shaved, and dressed properly for his meeting.

He went into the living room, woke up his charges, and said, "I am having important guests in one hour and forty minutes. I want you showered and dressed in twenty-five minutes. Move it."

Cindy and Sandy flew into the shower and started their morning ablutions. Fred wrote down the information they needed to contact him, and wrapped it in a two tiny pieces of plastic. When the girls exited the bathroom, naked, he said, "Come here, and bend over the arm of chair."

Both girls did as they were told, without any argument.

He spread Sandy's cheeks first, placed the piece of plastic over the winking eye, and pushed it in as far as it would go, with his index finger. He did the same with Cindy a moment later. When he was finished he said, "Don't lose those instructions. I will be very disappointed if you do. Get dressed."

Five minutes later, both girls were completely dressed, sitting on the couch watching television.

Fred called room service, and ordered coffee, espresso, pastry, and fruit, as well as house cleaner service, immediately. Ten minutes later the housecleaning crew was in the suite and at a 1:45 PM the coffee and food service arrived.

At 1:50 PM Fred called and asked for one person from the security staff to come up to the suite. When he arrived, Fred asked him to stand at the door, until he told him otherwise. He was expecting important company, and when they arrived, he was to show them in immediately, and forget who they were.

Promptly at 2 o'clock his bosses showed up. He showed them into the kitchen for a quick private conversation. He said, "Gentlemen, two young ladies are still here from last night. I took the liberty of ordering a security guard from the hotel to stand at the front door. With your permission, I would like to have him escort the girls down to the lobby and have the security guard watch them, until our business is done. At that time he can return them to this room, until the transfer is made at 4 o'clock."

Joe Lombardo said, "Good plan, Fred, get rid of the girls."

"Cindy, Sandy, come with me." He opened the front door and escorted the girls into the hallway. He told the security what to do. He handed him a $100 bill, and told him if the girls returned with a scratch on their bodies, he would be found floating in the Delaware River."




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 08b



Note: This is a work of Fiction. Although the areas this story takes place in are real; the landscapes depicted, the people described, and everything else this story uses to make it enjoyable reading for you are Not Real. As you read this story, try to remember:

THIS IS A NOVEL.

Subtext: As many of you will remember, there was a problem with Chapter 8 being displayed on Literotica. Although they finally got it right, after I submitted an edit, I believe it was much too late for those who read the One Page they did print at the beginning and thought that was all I submitted. Nothing could be further from the truth. What comes beneath is the remainder of Chapter 8, though it is titled Chapter 8b. There is no other way to get it by their sensors. Everything from this point will be in order, I hope. Prolonged_Debut10

28. Sinners and Saints (Continued)

"I have been meaning to talk to you about that. You are never to lay your hands on him again. It is not proper conduct for young woman to hit anyone, especially her spouse. More importantly, it is not proper conduct for a man to lay a hand on any woman. To do so shows a serious lack of concern for the woman's welfare, and their relationship. If I ever see either of you hit each other, you will no longer be welcome in my company. Is that understood?"

Patricia looked into her father's eyes and understood he was not overstating his case. She said, "Yes, papa."

Stephano replied, "Yes, dad, but could you convince her to take these things off my hands now?"

"No, that is for you two to work out. Jemma, it is time for your punishment; come with me."

Jemma went to kiss Patricia good night. She said, "I love the way he punishes me."

"Don't kill him; I still need him there for my wedding day."

"Are you kidding me, he is stronger than I am."

Patricia laughed and turned to look at Stephano. She said, "Now, where were we?"

"We were in the middle of an argument over these mittens."

"I thought it was a discussion about those mittens."

"Argument or discussion, I want them off."

"I want you to keep them on. Let's go to my bedroom and test them out."

Stephano shook his head, when she said 'her bedroom.' She had never invited him into 'her bedroom.' It was a restricted area. She made it painfully and perfectly clear, when they first walked into the villa.

He walked in as she closed and locked the door behind them. She ordered him to bend down, as she pulled his polo shirt over his head, and off his body. He was totally out of his depth now. If she touched his chest it was always under his shirt. He decided to keep his mouth shut and let her go as far as she wanted. He was not going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

She pushed him down on the bed, untied his shoes, removed them, and his socks. He knew he was dreaming, when she reached for his belt, unbuttoned the button, and unzipped his slacks. When she reached for his waistband, he raised his hips, so she could remove his pants.

He prayed; "Please God, don't let me wake up. I will do anything you ask, but don't let me wake up now."

His eyes focused on Patricia, and she was doing something she had never done before. She was unbuttoning her blouse. No, she was removing her blouse, and there was a nude colored bra beneath it.

"Oh God, don't let me come yet. Just a little more time, please don't let me come yet."

She unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. He looked at the triangle between her thighs, and his mouth watered. He heard an angel say, "Do you remember these?"

He looked up towards the waistband of the panties, and saw the insignia, "Jockey for Women."

"Yes, I remember."

He watched as her thumbs moved up to her breasts. She unhooked the front closure of her bra and let it fall open.

That was all he could take. Jets of sperm exploded from his prick. He tried not to scream, but he failed. More sperm left his body than he thought was possible, from one orgasm. When he finally was sated, his body relaxed, and he slipped into a dream-like state. It was the most fabulous dream he had ever had.

He woke up to someone tickling his chest hair. He was only partially conscious and he had no idea what was happening around him, until his eyes focused on Patricia.

"I guess you needed that?"

"I needed what Patricia?"

She pointed towards his groin area. He picked up his head, and saw the flooded area on his shorts. He lay down his head and said, "Oh my God, it was you, it was not a dream."

"Why do you think I have your hands covered? I know how hard this has been for you. I have been trying to figure a way to give you some pleasure, without abandoning my principles. This is what I came up with. I want to make you happy, and I believe I did."

"Would you stand up, please, I want to look at your breasts, again."

She stood up and watched as his smile grew wider and wider. She kneeled on the bed, and brought her breast to his mouth, which stunned him.

She had not prepared to go this far, but her body overruled her brain. He did not believe it, when she put her nipple into his mouth to be suckled by him.

The sensation did things to her she could not fathom. She did not understand how her nipple was connected directly to her clitoris, which in turn was connected to her hormone mechanisms, which started producing fluids that flooded her vagina. She never felt anything like it, not even as she masturbated standing by the tree on her way to the airport.

He was only using his tongue and teeth, but when he changed breasts, it was as if he shifted her body into a higher gear. Her hips started to slide against his thigh in overdrive. Her mind kept telling her to stop, and she tried desperately to obey.

Stephano felt her turn rigid, and try to withdraw from him. He knew she was having a moral battle. He was not going to let her mind control her heart, not now. He was going to let her heart feel what a woman her age was allowed to feel. He pulled her hips back towards his leg. She would not be denied, again; not because of something her mother said to her while she was growing up, nor by some religious scripture. She would reach the heights she had allowed him to reach moments ago, and he would help her go far higher. He was not going to allow her to walk away 'unfulfilled.'

He trapped her center, between his legs. He forced her to move her hips back and forth, keeping in constant contact with his thigh. He continued nursing on her nipples and nipping at their tips.

Patricia shook her head, saying, "No, no, this isn't right."

His reply was firmer. "Yes, you will, you have waited too long. Your body needs this release. Don't think; let your body feel what's happening to it."

She reacted by passionately to his words, moved up to his face, and kissed him.

"I love you, Stephano; I would only do this with you."

"I will not take advantage of you. I swear by all that is holy, you will go to your bridal bed a virgin."

Her moral war was lost because of his words. Her brain acquiesced and her heart took charge. Her hips picked up the motion against his thigh, and Nitro was added to her fuel mixture. Her body rocketed towards completion.

Stephano played with her breasts, nursing from one, then the other quickly. He used his glove-covered hands to squeeze each orb in its turn. Patricia stretched every sinew of her body; in her first, mind-altering attempt to climb the mountain to fulfillment.

Stephano watched in awe as she clawed her way to the top. The only way this could have been better for him, would have been to be inside her. He would wait for that to happen on their wedding night. His gloved hands moved along her flanks, as she moved her panty covered cunt against his leg so fast, heat was building up between them. If it were not for her super lubrication, they would surely have a 'rug' burn, in the morning. He pinched her nipples, with his teeth, and watched her eyes roll in her head. She opened her mouth to accept his tongue in a deep, passionate kiss. She was blinded by a rainbow of colors that flashed through her mind, and she screamed in ecstasy, as a giant orgasm overtook her.

Jemma looked at William, "Was that you?"

"No, it wasn't me; I thought it was you."

"Nope, it wasn't me. We must have mice in the attic." They both laughed, and wondered who would be blushing more at breakfast."

Patricia lay on top of Stephano's chest. Her eyes open, looking at herself in the mirror on the wall. She wondered what the person looking back at her would say about what she had done this evening. She was getting angry, with herself, for losing control of the situation.

"Patty, don't do it. Don't overthink this situation like you do everything else. I can feel it in your body. You should feel marvelous now. You should feel happy, desired, and loved. You had the courage to demonstrate how intensely you love me. Do you remember what you said? "I would only do this with you, Stephano." Do you know how special that makes me feel? Do you know how honored I am to have you here with me, at this moment. Of all the men on this planet you could have at the flick of your little finger, you chose me. I feel like the prize turkey in "A Christmas Carol." The one Mister Scrooge sent the young boy to buy on Christmas Day. There was only one, and you chose me. I will never ever let you down. Trust me; trust yourself; trust love, Patty. Put your mind at ease. I am not going anywhere. I will do whatever makes you feel the most comfortable. I love you that much and more.

She was still looking into the mirror, but she was crying now. The same way he could scramble her brains and confuse her, he could unscramble her them, and put them back together again. She propped her body up on her elbows and said, "If I take your gloves off, do you promise to behave?"

"No, Patty; I cannot lie to you. I cannot guarantee it; not with a body like yours around."

"If you had said yes, I would not have taken them off. I would not have believed you; not for one second."

She sat beside him, unraveling the yards of duct tape around each of the gloves. When she had taken the last strip of tape off the first gloves, she said to him, "If that glove comes off your hand before I finished taking the tape off the second one, you are banished from my room. Got it?"

"Yes ma'am, I understand. But to clarify the situation, once last piece of tape comes off the second glove, all bets are off?"

"Within the limits of what is exposed at this moment, and not one millimeter further."

"Gotcha!"

Patricia began removing the tape from the second glove. As she got close to finishing her task she started moving slower and slower and slower.

Stephano asked, "Would you like some help?"

"No, thank you, I am enjoying this very much."

He smiled. "I bet you are."

Patricia said, "I'm getting tired, I think I will go to sleep now. I will finish it in the morning."

Stephano replied, "That is fine with me, what side of the bed do you take?"

"You are not sleeping in here."

"You could not get me out of here with a squadron of tanks."

"Stephano, go to your room."

"Patricia, I am in my room. Anywhere you are from this day forward is my room. You changed all the rules tonight; I didn't. I had no say in the matter. This was your game, even though I must say it is the loveliest game I have ever played. Now take the rest of the tape off the glove and let's play."

"Remember your promise, Stephano. I will die of shame, otherwise."

"Patricia Garrett--Parent, on my honor, you will go to your bridal bed a virgin. You can hang the bloody sheets from the window of our hotel, and send pictures to all your friends in Massachusetts. I want you for a lifetime, Patricia, not just for one night."

She pulled the last strip of tape off the second glove, closed her eyes, and waited to be attacked. It did not happen. She opened one eye to see him sitting there looking at her. She asked him what was wrong.

"You haven't taken the gloves off."

She removed them one at a time, as she looked into his eyes.

He took her, and folded her into his arms like a precious object he didn't want to drop. He sat her on his lap, facing him, with her legs wrapped around his back. Biting and kissing her left ear lobe was the beginning of a trip that took him an hour to reach the right ear lobe. His lips and tongue touched and tortured every centimeter of her face, neck, and mouth. His hands; those Omni-Present, fast moving, terrifying items she feared, never left her back. They stayed above her panty line, and never tried to touch any area of forbidden flesh. He did not pull her body away from his chest to touch her breasts. He held her close and loved her, without putting any fear into her mind.

"Would you like to go to sleep now?"

"Only in your arms, Stephano, please."

"I am not leaving this room tonight, or any other night, you are going to be in it."

"I have to change my panties. They are soaked through, for some reason."

"Can I watch while you do that?"

"Yes, as long as you are on the other side of the door."

"In that case, I have to change my shorts. They are sticking to my skin. I will be back in one second. If you change your mind, and lock the door, I will break it down."

"I am marrying a caveman."

Patricia bent down to get a fresh pair of panties and Stephano smacked her bottom and ran out of their room.

"Ouch!"

Jemma asked, "Was that you, again?"

William laughed, "Nope, I thought it was you."

"It must be those damn mice. I think we are going to need an exterminator."

"William, why is Patricia allowed to have more fun than I am?"

"I do not believe my daughter had sex tonight."

"You mean she has that much fun playing 'Slap and Tickle?'"

"When you have never played 'Spin the Bottle', 'Slap and Tickle' is a lot of fun."

"I have not played 'Slap and Tickle' in a long time."

"Jemma, you have a very short memory. ' Slap and Tickle' is our prelude to making love. They are the games we play before we have penetrating intercourse."

"I have never played 'Slap and Tickle' and stopped before having penetrating intercourse. It seemed to defeat the purpose. Can we try it, today, and see what happens?"

"You know I will do anything you ask. Just give me a moment to prepare."

William picked up his pillow, went to the closet, and took down a sheet and a blanket. He put them in their bathroom, and returned to bed, carrying extra towels and wet facecloths

Jemma asked, "What is all this for?"

He smiled and said "They are for later."

He lay down in the bed next to his wife, and began the experiment of 'Slap and Tickle' sans sex. He knew his Jemma was not going to enjoy the endgame, and he had the biggest smile on his face, she had ever seen.

She looked up at him and asked, "What do you know that I don't know?"

"Two things my love: you don't know how much I love you, and you have no idea how beautiful you truly are."

As if she needed any more reason to get wet between her thighs, she was now flooded, because of his words. She thought she was sexually mature when she met him, but he told her, and taught her things about her body and how it responded to a man's touch she never knew existed. She felt like a novice every time he opened her and loved her.

Tonight would be different; for the first time, there would be no penetration. There would be touching, playing, kissing, licking, and orgasms, but no penetration by fingers, toys, or other pleasure bringing instruments. Only tongues were allowed inside their bodies. They stripped the bed of pillows and blankets, leaving nothing to interfere with their movement. Jemma knelt before William and held him in a lovers embrace for long period of time, pleasuring herself with the feel of his body close to hers. Her long arms allowed her to reach everywhere, from the bottom of his buttocks totally round his body and nearly have her fingertips touch. She was a marvel of the human form.

William was not idle during this time. His hands rubbed her flanks, and the sides of her breasts. As soon as their kiss broke, he went for ears, bit the lobes, and pulled on her little earrings. He licked around the crown of her ears and delved inside. He kissed her gorgeous hair, down the trapezius muscle and across to her shoulder. He continued over the cap of her shoulder, which led down to her long fingers. He would have to let her go of her to reach her fingertips. Instead, he brought her fingers to his mouth, and suckled each one of them in its turn. He licked her palm and then each knuckle as he proceeded up the back of her hand to her elbow and bicep to her underarm.

Jemma giggled in the delight. She went for his throat and then up to his chin, which had a full day's growth of stubbly hair on it. She rubbed her soft skin against it, and reveled in the feel of her husbands' strong features. She felt like she had known him all her life, because of what he had taught her, not only about her body, but about life, and learning. It had only been eleven months since they met, and seven since they were married. She wanted to go back to work at United Air Lines, after her ninety day leave of absence. William would not hear of it. She argued with him for ten minutes, until he took her to bed and fucked her for the rest of the day and night. She never brought up the subject again.

Jemma laid William down on his chest, and lay her body on top of his, resting and keeping each other warm, with the heat of their bodies. She kissed the back of his neck, his head, and behind both his ears, until she moved down and kissed his broad back and shoulders. She bit his left flank, down to his hip and across to his right hip and back to his spine. She kissed up the rise of his buttocks first on one side and then on the other, and then in between. She kissed him up the rise of his hip and down the slope of his ass, and she heard him groan for the first time. She knew he finally figured out her target. He raised his hips, and spread his legs wide. Lips and tongue kissed around her intended target, until she felt him tense like a rubber band stretched to its limit. She let her tongue probe into that puckered opening, at which point he sighed in relief, and in joy. She insinuated her hand underneath his leg, and grabbed hold of the two magic marbles, enclosed in their sac. She played with them gently, as her tongue moved deeper into his ass. William rose up on to his knees, giving Jemma more access to both her target areas. Her tongue was deep inside him, when her right hand grasped his prick, and pulled it forward, has her left hand pulled his scrotum down.

William groaned in agony, as his Vas was stretched to its limit.

He said, "If I knew you didn't want to have children, I would have had this procedure done surgically."

Jemma responded, "If I kiss it, will it make it better?"

"You can try, but remember, no penetration."

Jemma turned onto her back, and slid her body under his. She kissed each of his balls, and the base of his dick, as she proceeded upward towards the impressive head of his manhood. She licked around the bottom of the bell with the tip of her tongue, which caused him to shiver. Her tongue worked one end and her hand stroked the rest. She knew she was torturing him, because the sounds emanating from his mouth were those of pain and ecstasy combined. She moved up, and circled her tongue around the complete bell end of his penis. She increased the speed at which her tongue was moving, and she increased the speed at which her hand stroked his length.

William could take no more of this torture. He yelled, "Jemmaaaa," as his cum ejected from his dick, over her head and onto their bed. Only the last few dribbles landed on her hair, face, and onto her lips. She swallowed the droplets immediately, because this might have been against the rules.




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 08b



William looked at his wife and said, "I think you have just completed Stephano's part of 'Slap and Tickle.' It is now my turn to give you what I believe Stephano helped my daughter accomplish for the first time."

"She is twenty-two years old, William. Do you really believe what we heard tonight was her first time?"

"I would bet everything that I own and have, in this world, on it."

"You must have had some effect on her mother, William. You have told me often enough how much Patricia and Laura are the same."

"We do not even have to look at the two of them together, Jemma. Look at the effect I have had upon you. I do not know what it is about me that allow women to trust me, and take me as I am; but I never take advantage of a woman. What she gives me, I return one hundred fold. When we first met on the aircraft, I gave you something invaluable to use as a way to get inside the corporate structure of your airline, before I took sexual advantage of you. I am not sure how you would've acted prior to that experience, with that elderly woman and her husband; but I was extremely pleased with the way you handled yourself."

"Can we talk about that later, William, I would rather continue on our 'Slap and Tickle' fantasy and not have that intrude on our time."

He did not answer, he went straight for breast, and nipped on the little bud at its end. He suckled it like a newborn babe, which brought Jemma's hands to his head. She held him there and rocked him, as she would a baby. She felt his hand travel down to the curls above her vagina. He played in the nest, twirling the hairs together and combing them apart with his fingers, until they were straight. He moved the hand along the edge of her Mons, never touching the lips, sliding down to her ass, and onto the little star in the middle. Fingers are not allowed inside, only tongues, and his fingers were busy at this moment. His finger thumped on her 'Exit door,' and Jemma was dripping. William changed breasts and circled the perimeter of the other one, with his tongue. Long delicious circles, while his finger continually tapped on her sphincter. When he reached the tip of her breast and bit it, she came. It wasn't gigantic, but it was enough to release some steam from his 6-foot tall pressure cooker. William was not through with her. He left the breasts and moved up to her face. He kissed her plump, gorgeous, lips, each ear, each cheek, and each eyelid. He said, "Jemma, I love you so much," as he kissed her once more on her lips. He continued south down the center of her body over her ribs, the flat of her stomach, the swell of her belly, and the nest of her curls. Jemma said, "Oh yes!"

He kissed her on top of her pubic prominence and down to the beginning of the opening of her vagina. He licked her clitoral hood, until her clitoris jumped out, and he bit it, gently. Jemma moaned. He played cat and mouse with this tiny appendage, until it could not hide any longer. It stayed outside its protective covering, and at that point, he ignored it, and moved lower. He licked around the Labia Minora, and Jemma yelled, "Stop teasing me you prick."

Williams replied, "Dear, you wanted to play 'Slap and Tickle.' This is the way the game is played." His tongue moved down, and into the opening of her vagina, which closed around his tongue. He grabbed her thighs and raised her up to make his aim true. He circled the entrance, and jabbed around its perimeter.

Jemma's hips moved up, down, left, and right, and in circles, seemingly at the same time. He placed the side of his hand between the cheeks of her ass, and rubbed it up and down, causing heat to build up against her asshole. When she tried to move away from it, the tongue disappeared from the area around her vagina. Her hips thrust forward to find his tongue, only to find the pressure against her ass again. Pleasure and torment, pleasure and torment; he was driving her wild. She knew it, and she knew he knew it.

The release valve on the pressure cooker was about to blow, when William stopped. He got off the bed, took a wet face cloth, and cleaned her face of the sweat, which had accumulated, from her forehead, to her neck. He took a towel, and dried her face and body. He had her roll over, and wiped down her back.

Jemma thought this was a brief interlude, until William said, "Wasn't that fun dear?"

Jemma screamed, "Get back here and finish me, William. I will kill you if you don't."

William backed up towards the bathroom door and said, "Darling, you wanted the same thing my daughter got, and you just did. I wouldn't want you to think she broke her vow of celibacy, and not go to her marital bed a virgin."

Jemma stood up on the bed and looked down on him. "We are married, and she is not. Get over here, now."

"Her marital status is not the point. You wanted what she got tonight, and I gave it to you. You wanted to know how it felt. Now you do."

Jemma sprang at him from the bed, but William was too quick. He took one-step to the side and another into the bathroom and locked the door.

Jemma started pounding on the door, "William, get your ass out here right now, and take it like a man."

"Jemma, I gave you exactly what you wanted, and I never go back on my word. You wanted to play a game and see what my daughter and her future husband were doing inside their bedroom. What you forgot was that you are well beyond that point. You are no longer a maiden. You are highly sensual young woman. Once you start down the road to making love, it is like starting a pebble rolling from the top of the mountain. You cannot stop, until it gets to the bottom. I will see you in the morning, dear."

She screamed, "I am going to find the tool chest and take this door off its hinges. If that doesn't work I'm going to take a chair and break down the door. If that doesn't work, I will have Stephano, do it. One way or another, William, I am getting laid tonight."

He did not answer her. She banged on the door, and he still did not answer her. She yelled at him to talk to her, and still he did not answer her. She put her head against the door and started crying, "William please talk to me."

From the bed he said, "One day you will remember the bathroom connects to two bedrooms, and the key to open the lock is on top of the door jam."

"I knew about the other door, I thought you would lock that one also. I forgot about the key."

"What time is it Jemma?"

"Why, what difference does it make?"

He did not answer; he just looked right at her.

"It is 12:03 AM, William."

He still just looked at her, waiting for her to think of something and finally the light bulb went on. She yelled, "It's tomorrow. It's a new day. The game is over."

William asked, "Would you like to come to bed now?"

"No, William, I am sure we need a shower!"

"I better bring the towels in there; we are going to need them."

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Sandy wanted to try 'Woman on Top' this time, and Fred was not about to stop her. He told her there was another way to do it if she wanted to try it.

Sandy looked at him and said, "I can't imagine there being another way for me to be on top, and you still being able to put it in the same way."

"Sandy, do you trust me?"

"Yes."

"Then do what I tell you to do, and don't worry about anything else."

She was already moist from their foreplay, when he picked her up and had her straddle his hips, looking away from him.

"What are you going to do from back there," she asked.

"Sandy put my prick into your pussy, and put your hands on my thighs for balance."

"Okay." Wherever Sandy was, Cindy was sure to be. Cindy watched as her sister inserted Fred's dick into her puss, and started slowly rising up and down on it. Once she got the feel for it, she let go of his thighs and started bouncing up and down on it, without any assistance. She had a large smile on her face.

"Cin, this is the greatest."

Fred called Cindy over to him and told her to sit on his face.

"Excuse me?"

"Cindy, come here and sit on my face. You are going to love this."

Cindy started moving towards him, ass first, and Fred said, "Turn around and grabbed the headboard and I will put you into position."

Sandy was bouncing away, having a wonderful time, until she heard Cindy yell, "SHIT! This is fantastic."

Sandy bottomed out, stopped, and looked over her shoulder to see what was going on. She grinned when she saw Cindy having her pussy licked by Fred. She stayed impaled on his dick, turned around, so she could watch what they were doing. She picked up her own rhythm and began playing with her clit, so she could heat herself up faster. She liked cuming, better than she liked chocolate, and she liked chocolate a lot. Watching Cindy and Fred made her even hotter and she reached forward and touched Cindy's breasts.

Cindy turned her head and saw Sandy smiling at her. She kissed her sister, and lay back on Fred's stomach. Sandy played with her sister's breasts, as Cindy used her thumb and played with Sandy's clit.

As soon as Cindy touched her, Sandy's fluids gushed from her opening and around Fred's dick. Twins being twins, Fred was on the receiving end of a gusher, also.

He said, "Cindy, are you trying to drown me?"

"Yell at Sandy, she started it."

"Is that a twin joke?"

"Well, sort of, we feed off one another."

"It must be fun when you to take tests."

"Yes, Sandy's the smart one; I just tag along for the ride."

Fred looked at Cindy and said "Get a drink for you and your sister. Put two pillows on the floor, by the television. Sandy, honey, when we are finished, I want you to lie down on the floor, put your hips on the pillow, and watch television. Stay there until I tell you, you can move."

"Okay, Fred."

"Cindy, when you and I are finished, I want you to join your sister."

"Is this to increase the chance of us getting pregnant?"

"Yes, it is. When this weekend is over, I want you to keep in touch with me. I am going to give you an address, which I expect you to hold it in the strictest of confidence. If you ever need anything at all, I expect to hear from you. Don't wait, contact me immediately. I will make sure you have whatever it is you need."

"Thank you, Fred that is very nice of you."

He said, "Girls, I think it is only fair that each of you carry half of my address. Is that okay with you?"

Cindy and Sandy said, "Yes!"

"I'm glad you agreed, because you are going to be carrying the address in your asses. It is the only way to do it safely, because they have everything else covered. When you leave here or possibly while you are here, they are going to make sure that I have done my job. I doubt very sincerely that they will give you a rectal exam. After you leave, when you go to the bathroom, look for the piece of plastic, rinse it off, write down the information on it, and hide it in a safe place. Don't forget to get rid of the plastic bits. I am going to have to push it in deep, just in case they give you a finger wave. We will have to do this tomorrow about 2 PM, because the switch will be made at 4 PM. I want your Social Security numbers just in case they make you change your name. I wish I had more time with you. I could do so much for you. I wonder if they would let me buy all four of you."

"You mean like slaves?"

"Between them and me, it would be a business deal. Between the four of you and me, it would mean your freedom. You would owe me nothing. I would set you up in another part of the country, pay for your schooling, and help you bring up the kids. I would place no demands on your bodies. Your social life would be your own. There would be no drugs, no alcohol allowed. I would have an attorney set up a guardianship of some type, to keep an eye on you. You will need some type of adult supervision to make sure everything is okay with you and the kids, especially at the beginning. I can get you nannies that will take care of the children, while you attend college. I will buy a house big enough for the four of you, plus the kids. It will be mass pandemonium, at the beginning, but you will be on your own and you will be free. What do you think?"

"Do we have to say yes or no now? Can we think about it? Can we talk to our mom? She did not do any of this to us. It was our dad that screwed us. She is heartbroken over this mess. If we leave, she will kill him, and wind up in jail; or she will die of a broken heart."

"If she is okay with this arrangement, it will take care of one of the problems, with setting up your household. She will be the adult in charge of every day operations. I will still have an attorney oversee the entire project to make sure everything is working smoothly. However, your mother must divorce your dad. She is allowed to see my email address. You are not allowed to use it on your home or school computers. Go to a library or an Internet café and use one there, but never one that can be traced to you. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Fred."

"Okay, back to making babies. Who is up?"

Cindy and Sandy started jumping up and down, saying, "Me! Me! Me!"

Fred walked back to the bed, saying, "I should always have such problems."

"Come to me, Sandy, let's finish what we started. Cindy, do what you were told to do."

Cindy faked a frown, kicked the carpet, and went into the kitchen to get the drinks.

He looked into Sandy's eyes and said, "I have so much, and I have denied myself so much in my life. You and your sister have opened my heart in one evening. I cannot tell you how happy you have made me. I love you both." In the back of his mind, he thought, I am going to buy a newer car.

He kissed her gently, even though she hungered for a little bit more than he gave her. She followed along, and he continued kissing and teasing her until she was sweltering from the torments of his tongue. She was new to all of this, being only her fourth time, and she did not know how her body worked yet, but she knew she liked how it felt. She knew she liked how Fred started the fires inside her. Moreover, she knew she liked Fred. She thought he was twice her age, probably a few years older than her mother, but he was fit, and trim. If they ever met, she knew her mother would like him.

Fred bit her on her nipple, and she said, "Ouch!" He smiled at her and asked if she would like to join him in the here and now, instead of wherever her mind was off to. She blushed, but she told him she was thinking of him, and her mother.

Fred said, "Oh, really? Are we matchmaking already? I am fucking one of your mother's daughters, and I do not believe she would appreciate it. "

"Mom knows it's something my father caused. We could have been thrown onto the streets, as hookers, because of him. Somehow, through the grace of God, we got to be with you. If my mother had a choice, where do you think she would want us to be?"

"I think she would rather you be at home, with Cindy's head between your thighs." Sandy started laughing as Fred pushed himself deep inside her.

She said to him, "If I had a choice between Cindy's head, or your dick between my thighs, your dick wins 100 percent of the time."

"Young woman, you had better stop that, or you are going to give me a swelled head."

"Isn't that what happens just before you cum?"

"Very funny, Sandy."

"Fred, we've always done it soft and nice. You said sometimes fucking is hard, and needy. Could we do it that way this time?"

"It could hurt a little; as a matter fact it could hurt a lot, but if you want to try it that way, it is okay with me."

"If I don't like it, I will not ask for it again."

"Wrap your arms around my neck, and your legs around my thighs, and hold on. One hard fuck coming up."

Fred took a deep breath, penetrated all the way in, pulled all the way out, hesitated, and like a battering ram, forced his weight in to her depths and back out as fast as he could, time after time. His mouth sought hers during this onslaught, and they kissed throughout the furious fuck. His soul was on fire, and her body was the equal to his in movement. As soon as she found his rhythm, she joined him. They sounded like two percussion instruments, slamming against each other, until one gigantic sound left both of them speechless.

Cindy was sitting down watching television, instead of watching them play; until she heard the racket going on in the bedroom. She was standing by the door, jamming her fingers deep into her pussy, as Sandy and Fred crashed together. It was manic, it was insane, it was frightening, it was animalistic, and it was amazing to watch.

Sandy screamed at High 'C' and held it there for added effect, as she squirted her fluids everywhere.

Fred sounded like an elephant seal beaching itself, with its last ounce of strength. When it was over, neither of them moved. Sandy was safely plugged by Fred's cock, which was still partially erect, and deep inside her.

Cindy was so excited by the action she watched, she decided to be playful, with Fred. She walked over to his side of the bed, and tickled his nose, until he opened his eyes. When his eyes focused on her, she said, "I am ready!"

He mumbled, "Cindy, go fuck yourself."

She thought for a second and said, "You haven't taught me how to do that yet."

He threw a pillow at her, as she scampered out of the bedroom.

He propped himself up on his elbows, to see what effect this last session had on Sandy. Her eyes were already open, and she was grinning at him.

"Thank you, Fred. I don't know what you do for a living, but if it's legal and there is a calling for a man to train young women in the art of making love and enjoying it; I will write your resume and give you your first review. That was everything I hoped it would be, and more."

Fred kissed her neck and her lips and said, "Remember what I said before, 'you are the stronger sister.' You are going to make some man so happy he is going to worship at your feet."

"Thank you, Fred, I think I love you."

"No, you do not love me. You love what I have been able to do for you, without hurting you. You love that I understood your plight, and I am trying to do right by you, your sisters, and possibly your mother. I hope everything works out for all of us, and if it does, I will be very happy."

They both knew Cindy was listening, covertly, to their conversation, so Fred winked at Sandy and said, "I think I will fuck Cindy up the ass now, I have to prepare her for the message tomorrow. She woke me up before, and told me she was ready."

Cindy screamed "I am not ready for that. There is no way you're sticking that thing up my bottom."

Sandy laughed and said, "Don't worry, Cindy, it's only the first eight inches that hurts."

Cindy looked at her sister warily and asked, "You've done it already?"

"Yes, where were you?"

"I must have been asleep, because I don't remember you screaming."

"Cindy, there was nothing to scream about. Fred was very gentle, he went very slowly, and everything worked out fine."

Cindy straightened her back and said, "Well, if you can do it, I certainly can."

Sandy replied, "Heck Cindy, I never had a doubt in my mind."

Cindy asked, "Fred, what do you need me to do?"

"The first thing I need you to do is give me a little time to recuperate. After that I will tell you what we need to do. Would you go into the kitchen and get me a glass of water with some ice please."

As soon as Cindy, Fred said, "Sandy, are you sure about this?"

"Fred, she's been sticking stuff up her ass for so long, I think it's about time she got the real thing up there. I don't have to tell you how to do it, because you have been wonderful."

Susan Robbins and half the population of Cottonwood, in Prescott attended the services for the eight fallen police officers of Sedona. Each of the police officer widows, and FBI agent Alan Robbins, wife, received an American Flag in honor of their husbands' service to their State, and their Country. Susan felt out of place because she knew Alan was alive, but this was part of the subterfuge to keep everyone thinking he was dead, and would not be able to testify in court against the members of the four mob families. The president was here, which meant these proceedings would be shown not only nationwide, but worldwide. All the right and wrong people would see the widows. It was imperative that she be sitting 'Front and Center', and later being consoled, by the president himself.




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 08b



Police officers from around the state and the nation attended the funeral. Never in the history of the country had so many police officers died in one violent Mob-related action. The every state in the nation flew its flag at Half-Staff, in honor of these fallen heroes.

When the services were over, traffic leaving Sedona was a nightmare. Cassandra Middleton walked over to Sergeant Sherwood and asked if she could get a ride to Cottonwood with him, because she and her ride had gotten separated. He told her it would be his pleasure. He made sure he was alone in the car with her.

"Cassandra, I am sorry we missed our night together, and I didn't call you to explain why. We have been very shorthanded, since the incident, and things have been hectic around the office."

"Sergeant, Amanda called and explained what was happening and apologized for you. She didn't have to do it, because I listened to the television and knew what was happening in Sedona. I knew our men were involved, and if they were involved, you were leading them. You have nothing to apologize for, and the whole town is grateful for what you and our men did to keep us safe."

"It is what we get paid for Cassandra. In our line of work it is: 99% boredom and 1% sheer terror. I never want to go through anything like that 1% ever again."

"I still want you to come over for dinner. I don't want to wait one week for that to happen, either. I want you at my house tomorrow night or the night after, at the latest. Susan gave me her recipe for pot roast. She said it is your favorite. I will do my best to make it like hers."

"Cassandra, instead of trying to mimic my cousin, why don't you make me something you like instead. I think I would enjoy that more."

"If you like Italian, I make mean homemade ravioli."

"Who doesn't like Italian food? I have not had good ravioli, since I went to a police conference in Chicago. I will bring the wine, and I will try to find crisp Italian bread along with it."

"That would be great, Sergeant, I'll see you about eight tomorrow night."

"How did you know I got off at 7 o'clock? No, don't bother answering that question. I know the answer already. Amanda told you, didn't she?"

"No, Susan did; and if you keep saying nasty things about my friend Amanda, I'm going to tell Joe."

"If you tell Joe what I just said, I will not be at dinner tomorrow night."

"It will not be the first time you stood me up."

"How many times have I stood you up Cassandra?"

"Should I start with high school, or do you want me to start after you came home from the Marines."

"Weren't you married when I came home from the service?"

"Sergeant, you are an ass hole. I got married two and a half years after you got home. If you hadn't had your head so far up your ass, you and I would have been married back then."

"Can I get a second chance?"

"You can start by showing up at dinner tomorrow night, on time."

"I will be there, on time."

He knocked on her door at 7:50 PM, with twenty-four yellow roses, an expensive bottle of wine, and Italian bread that was anything but crisp. He apologized for the bread.

Cassandra could not have cared less about the bread, because she loved the yellow roses. She loved them so much; she kissed him passionately on the lips, which knocked Sergeant back a few steps. He had not kissed a woman like that in more than twelve years. He was married to his job, and everything else came third or fourth in his life. Susan came in second, until Alan came along. Now, he had some breathing room, and maybe, just maybe, room for someone else in his life. He did not want to fuck this up, before he had a chance to see if it could blossom.

"What is that wonderful aroma?"

"That is dinner, dummy. What have you been living on, 'Hungry Man dinners and take-out food?'"

"You have just named my complete menu for the week."

"When was the last time you had a physical? Are all your arteries clogged? Please tell me you are taking an aspirin a day to keep your heart pumping."

"Cassandra, I will have you know I am a perfect physical specimen. My last physical was seven months ago, and the Doctor told me, I was within the glycemic index for my height and weight. My blood pressure was fine, and even my cholesterol was good. My triglycerides were slightly high, but he wants me to exercise more, because my ass was getting flat from sitting on a chair too much."

"Turn around, let me see your ass."

Sergeant turned around and let her get a good look at his 'Flat' ass.

"The doctor is right. It is not fat, it is flat. Exercise will do you good."

"Who is going to do the paperwork in the office, if it is not me? Every time I turn around, there is another pile of it, waiting to get done. I have to run out of the office, in between piles of paper, so I can get into my car and go on patrol every now and again. I did not sign up for a desk job, but when they promoted me to Sergeant, that's what I got."

"Poor Sergeant Sergeant Sherwood stuck behind a desk with no place to go."

"Don't mock me, Cassandra; Marines want to be out front where the action is. Paperwork is for the Air Force. The Army and the Navy and the Marines are the fighters. Ninety percent of Air Force personnel are paper jockeys. The other ten percent are the pilots and they do the fighting. You hear about the B-2 bomber. There are two pilots on board that aircraft. The support staff and ground crew probably range from the hundreds per aircraft, to the thousands per active sortie. They are all paper pushers. They are necessary, but all they do is push paper. The Marines are different. The Army is different. The Navy is different. We are out front. We are the fighters."

"Why didn't you fight for me? I gave you every signal in the book I wanted you. I told Susan to tell you I wanted you. The only thing left for me to do was to hit you over the head with a crowbar, and tell you I wanted you. All you did was stay on the sideline. You totally ignored me. You broke my heart. At one point, I thought you were gay."

"Cassie, I must have been blind. I never saw it. I saw you surrounded by all those men. You were the most beautiful girl in class. I never thought I had a chance with you. I saw you looking at me, but I thought you were making fun of me. How could such a beautiful girl want someone like me? It was the reason I went into the Marines, after I graduated high school. I wanted to run away. I couldn't stand the thought of being pitied. I chose the Marines, because I knew they were not going to pity me. They were going to make me into the type of man I wanted to be. I had no idea they were also going to make me an island unto myself. They made me self-sufficient. They made me impenetrable. No one could get through to me, if I did not want them to. It was my job and Susan, and nothing else mattered. I'm sorry if I hurt you, it was not intentional. It is who I was at the time."

"Who are you now Sergeant?"

"I am older, slower, hopefully a little wiser, and if it's not too late, I would really like to get to know you better."

"You have known me since I was thirteen years old. That was twenty-nine years ago. How much better do you need to know me? What have you been waiting for, an invitation?"

"I told Susan I did not want to rush this; I wanted this to work out for the both of us for a long time to come. She almost hit me when I said it. She said the last of the confirmed bachelors is going to bite the dust. I don't want to jump into bed with you and ruin that. I really want us to work. I screwed it up when I was twenty-four, I do not want to screw it up again."

"Come into the kitchen with me for a minute I have to do two things."

Cassandra walked into the kitchen, took the ravioli off the table, put it into the oven.

She picked up the phone and pushed a speed dial number.

"Hi Amanda, everything's fine. He is taking the next two days off. Make sure he's covered please. Thank you very much, dear."

"Cassie, I cannot take the next two days off. We are too busy. I am shorthanded. I have three people helping out in Sedona. The rest of my men are working twelve on and twelve off. They are going to be exhausted."

"Should I call Amanda back, and have you speak to Joe. Four of our men have been deputized by the judge to handle the midnight duties, so your people can get some rest; that includes you. You are off for the next forty-eight hours, and you are not leaving this house. Do you have anything else to say?"

"I don't have any clean clothes with me."

"Who said you are going to be wearing clothes. Take me to bed before I take out my rolling pin, and use it on your head."

"Cassie, it has been a very long time."

"It is okay Sergeant; I will treat you like a virgin."

"Cassie, somehow I don't think you missed your ride."

"Sergeant, you are a little bit slower than you used to be; sometimes I like it slow, and easy. Other times I like it hard and fast. Do you think you can remember that, or should I be on top for the next two days?"

"I remember the basics Cassie, but I also remember my manners. When a lady is desirous of being on top, you have to afford her that opportunity, every once in a while."

"That is mighty big of you Sergeant. Now I have to see if Susan was lying to me, or not. Sit down, so I can take off your shoes."

She was not gentle with his shoes, as one came off; she threw it against the wall behind her. Its twin soon joined it, along with both socks. Cassandra stood up and pushed Sergeant down onto her bed. She reached for his belt buckle, button, and zipper, and made short work of them.

"Do not make me ask you to raise your hips Sergeant."

The last time he saw a look like that was on Parris Island, and he did not like it there either. He raised his hips off the bed to allow her to remove his pants. It surprised him when she not only took his pants but his shorts, along with them. His eyes opened like saucers as he realized he was naked below the waist.

"If you move, I will cut it off. Susan did not lie when she said it was a good size hunk of meat. I am going to enjoy this. She knelt down between his knees and without using her hands swallowed him whole. He was not flaccid, but neither was he close to being erect. Her mouth worked on him, while her fingers undid the buttons of his shirt. He was soon as hard as steel, and his chest was bare.

Sergeants' fingers played with her hair, but put no pressure on her head. His eyes were sunk, deep in their sockets, and he knew he did not have much time before he would cum.

Cassandra moved one hand from his chest, to between his legs to play with his balls, and this is all the additional sensation he needed.

He screamed, "Cassie, I'm coming!"

Cassandra's head went into double time, moving up and down on his prick; bathing it with her saliva and teasing it with her tongue. Only a few seconds past, when she felt the first shot hit the back of her mouth. She nearly choked because of the volume of the semen he shot from his cock. She had to swallow three times to get rid of the first volley of sperm; only to be nearly drowned by the second and even larger volume of sperm Sergeant had stored up in his testes.

Cassie put a death grip around his cock to give her time to swallow what she had in her mouth, before he shot the next volley into her mouth.

Sergeant screamed in agony, wanting to continue releasing the fluid which was backing up between his testes and his Vas on the way up and out of his prick.

When her mouth was finally clear of his second load, she released her grip on his prick, he exploded again, deep into her mouth and throat, and she wondered if this would ever end. Finally after the fifth explosive outpouring of semen, he started to calm down. He was not finished. He was releasing what an average human male would ejaculate during an orgasm. She was not celibate after her husband and she divorced, but she had never had an experience like this one.

Sergeant said in a very low and satisfied voice, "Thank you, Cassie; that was magnificent."

"Don't you jerk off, you son of a bitch? You nearly drowned me with that stuff."

"No, Cassie, I never have. I never saw the sense in it."

"You are joking with me, aren't you? All teenage boys jerk off. They look at pictures of naked women, go to the bathroom, and jerk off. It's as simple as that."

"I never looked at dirty pictures. My mom and dad raised, Susan and me to respect the opposite sex. I did not feel that it was proper to look at magazines that used sex as a way to make money. It would have been like me looking at Susan, and I would never do that to her, because we are too close."

"I never thought of you as 'The Good Boy Scout' type Sergeant. I don't know if it was your name, or the kids you hung around with, but it just did not fit you at the time."

Sergeant sat up, took off his shirt, and helped Cassandra stand. He kissed her on her wonderful lips and said, "Talking about my past is getting us nowhere. It is time to unwrap my gift, so I can take her somewhere special without leaving the room."

He started with the buttons on her cuffs, of her long sleeves blouse, and pulled it from her jeans. As he unbuttoned each button, he kissed each piece of flesh as it became exposed. As he reached the fourth button, he encountered the snap of a front closure bra. He undid it, let it expand, kissed the area that was exposed, and moved south to the next button.

Cassandra's hands moved to the top of his head, as he reached her belly button. She felt him open her belt, pop the snap button on her jeans, and lower the zipper. Beads of perspiration formed on her upper lip, as he kissed her belly. Inch by inch, he kissed her, going around her waistline, towards her spine. When he arrived, he tugged on both sleeves of her blouse, and it fell from her body. He kissed up the bony spurs of her back, all the way to her neck. He licked behind her left ear, and then bit the lobe at its bottom. With both hands, he slipped her bra off her arms and threw it with the other discarded clothing. His hands went to her belly as he continued administering loving touches to the area just above her jeans. The kisses to the soft underside of her throat and neck were having a torrential effect between her thighs. Her panties were soaked, and if he did not take off her jeans soon, she was going to be wet down to her knees.

Sergeant moved his hands up to the swell of her breasts, and felt the weight of each of them. He heard her moans of delight, and felt her cross her legs tightly.

He licked her neck and pinched her nipples, and Cassie said, "Oh fuck, you bastard."

He turned her around, kissed her, and asked, in all honesty, what he had done wrong?

"I just came, you idiot."

"Isn't that a good thing?"

"Where the hell is my softball bat? I'm still dressed. My pants are now soaked. I love cuming, and even though this was a little one, it was delightful. All my fluids leaked out of my vagina, between my legs, down my thighs, and have now been soaked up by my pants. For future reference sir; my shoes, socks, pants, shirt, bra, and panties, come off, before this woman cums. Can you remember all that, Sergeant, or do you need a tattoo to remind you?"

"I have your instructions memorized Cassie, I will never, purposely, make that mistake, again."

He knelt down in front of her, peeled her jeans over her hips and off her body. He threw her over his shoulder, carried her to her bed, and very gently placed her down. He removed her wet panties and informed her that she was now completely naked.

He looked at her, with heated eyes, and asked her to stay as she was for one more moment. He wanted to visualize her, as she was, for the rest of his life.

"Cassie, you are still the most stunning woman I have ever known."

She smiled, and shook her head at him. "Sergeant, I am naked, in bed, and waiting to get laid. You don't have to flatter me to go much further."

"Is it flattery if what I said is the truth?"

"No, I just wish you had the nerve to say it, when we were in our 20s."

"Let me try to make up for some of that lost time." He knelt down between her thighs, and spread her lips with his thumbs. Her 'Little Man in a Boat' was already out from under its protective hood, and he attacked it with his tongue. He slashed it back and forth, up and down, with the method he was taught on Parris Island, until Cassandra screamed, in a mighty orgasm."

"Where did you learn that you prick? No one has ever done that to me before. No one has ever made me come that huge and fast, only with his tongue. You did not even touch me with your fingers. What did you do and how did you do it?"

"I am sorry, Cassie I cannot tell you. It is a Marine hand-to-hand fighting technique. It is something we learn, during combat drills, in order to keep our hand movements fresh in our minds. Our drill instructors teach it to us, and then keep it fresh in our minds by using our tongues, and thinking about pussy. It is a very effective training tool."

"Sergeant, I couldn't agree with them more. Get back down there and do it again, and again, until you get it back into fighting form."

"Yes ma'am, anything you wish, ma'am. It will be my pleasure."

Sergeant attacked Cassie's pussy, exactly as his drill instructors taught him, on Parris Island. After thirty minutes of constant practice, Cassie was unconscious, and Sergeants' tongue was cramped. Both of them were deliriously happy, with the drill sergeants' training regimen.

Cassandra woke up to the sound of Sergeant awful singing, while he was in the shower. She got out of bed and joined him. She opened the sliding door, and stepped in front of him.

He smiled, "Fancy meeting you here. Would you like me to wash your front, back, and head?"

"Can you do all three, without getting them mixed up?

"I will try."

He removed the showerhead from its holder, wet her hair thoroughly, and turned off the water. He lathered her hair and massaged the soap into her scalp, until she begged him to stop. He turned the water on and rinsed her head thoroughly. He repeated this process with the conditioner, only this time she was facing him, and she was sucking his dick. He was trying to finish her hair by running a thick comb through it, before he exploded into her mouth again. He was unsuccessful in both endeavors.

"Oh fuck, Cassie, here I go, again."

She thought she was ready for him this time; but he came with the same volume as first two orgasms. She managed to get through the third explosion; but when the fourth blast hit the back of her throat, she closed her throat and let it flow out of her mouth.

When he was finally finished, she stood under the shower and washed off her body. She turned to him and said, "Thank goodness I have passed my child bearing years. If you shot that much stuff into me, I would be pregnant after the first time we fucked."

"Cassie, are you on the pill?"

"No, I have already gone through menopause. I cannot get pregnant any longer"

"Are you absolutely sure you have gone through your changes."

"Yes, my doctor has me on hormone therapy. Why are you thinking about a career change?"

"No, Cassie, you do know Susan is pregnant."

"Yes, she told me. What does that have to do with me?"

"Susan thought she had gone through her changes also, until Alan knocked her up. Are you sure you do not want me to go out and buy condoms?"

"Sergeant, I am absolutely safe. There is no chance I can get pregnant."

"In that case, Cassie, would you like to eat, or would you like to make love?"

"If you leave this bedroom, I am going to bust you to private, and cut your balls off."

"That would be the second surest method of birth control I know of Cassie."

"I am getting cold. Do you want me to start playing with myself to keep warm?"




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 08b



Sergeant stuck out his hand and said, "Cassandra, please come with me."

She got out of bed, a little confused, and very annoyed, which showed on her face.

He put his arm around her waist and began walking towards the closed bedroom door. He spun her around to face him, grabbed her around her waist, and kissed her torridly. He pinned her against the door and forced himself inside her with one thrust.

Cassie's breath was knocked out of her, with the force of his entry. Her legs wrapped around his middle to gain some balance.

Sergeant continued thrusting in and out of her pussy at a fast pace, waiting for her hips to join his, in this mad dash to completion. He knew he would last longer then she would, because he had just had three massive orgasms. His lips were all around her face years, and throat. His hands were holding the globes of her ass, and they were helping push her into his thrusting cock.

Finally, he heard and felt her come for the first time, all over his prick. Her hips started to move in every direction. Now she was on fire. Her fuse was lit and it was only a matter of time until the massive explosion she really needed, exploded throughout her body.

She was not a stick figure. She had meat on her 5'8" frame. It was perfectly located on her breasts, ass, and legs.

He thanked the Town Council for approving the exercise equipment at the Public Safety building, because tonight he was using every muscle in his arms and legs to hold this beautiful woman up against the wall. Pounding after pounding; movement after movement; they tore into each other's body, until Cassie's threw her head back, and screamed. She flooded everything within eighteen inches around her, as her cum squirted out of her body, in elongated pulses.

Her orgasm set him off. As Cassie began to calm down, he could no longer hold himself back. He stopped thrusting, as she was slowly came down from her orgasm, but her remained imbedded in her. Her heat and desire for him caused a loss of control. Without moving, he fired seven volleys of his baby makers into her non-reproductive womb. Sated his knees began to buckle.

Remaining deeply imbedded inside her, he carried Cassie to her bed. He climbed on it, and lay down on top of her.

Cassie laughed at him. "Are you trying to make a point?"

He replied, "My point has not gone down, yet. I was wondering if I should start again."

"If you do, you will never be allowed in me, again. If you had started this in a bed, I would be fine. However, you pushed me against a hard, textured door. My back is killing me, because it was against one of those damn ridges. You did not have to prove to me that you were a he-man, I knew that in high school."

"Would you like to take a nap or would you like to take a shower with me?"

"I think another shower is in order for us Sergeant. We smell of sex."

"I have not smelled like this in 20 years Cassie. I am very happy it is with you."

"Don't you start with me, you asshole. It could have always been with me, if you had your eyes open."

"For how many years am I going to have to apologize for that mistake?"

"How many more years do you anticipate living?"

"Is there an operation that can turn me deaf?"

"I will teach you sign language."

"How soon do you want to get married?"

"How soon are you going to ask me?"

"Is tomorrow night too soon?"

"You had better have a ring, or the answer is going to be no."

"Is there a good jewelry place here, in Cottonwood, or should I go to Phoenix?"

"I was at Howard's Jewelers this afternoon. Sally knows the stone, and setting I want. She also knows my ring size. She will be waiting for you tomorrow, at 11 o'clock. "

"Did you, Susan, or Amanda leave anything for me to do?"

"Of course we did. We knew how important a step this would be for you to take, leaving your bachelorhood days behind you, and all."

"What do I get to do Cassie?"

"You get to pay for everything, you idiot? That will teach you to ignore me for 30 years."

"Shit, I am never going to hear the end of this."

Cassie kissed his ear and whispered, "I am going to make hearing about it, so worth your while. Let's make love so I can keep that smile on your face. I am not sure how you are going to react to my cooking. So let's cook in bed; food will take care of itself."

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29. The Next Generation

When the funeral ceremonies were over, FBI director Michael Free escorted Susan Robbins home in his armored GMC. When they arrived, they went inside and found Alan, walking slowly on the treadmill with an aide by his side.

The aide stopped the machine, but Alan did not get off. He said, "Hello, Mister Director, how is everything in Washington."

"I need you on the job, so what do you do, you get your ass shot up, just so you could lay down and take some workers comp time."

"Believe me, Mister Director, from what they tell me; a couple of more seconds, and you would not have had to worry about me taking comp time."

"They told me the same thing Alan; that's what brings me here."

"You mean you didn't come here to see my pretty face, and watch me walk on my treadmill?"

"No, as exciting as those things may be, I came to give Susan this, and I thought I would let you watch. Susan, Alan already has two of these. They are for outstanding bravery and courage for working undercover. Only men who are extremely stupid and crazy take these jobs. Alan fits both those categories. This past week he did it again. However, this time he died. So with the condolences from the Bureau, we present to you, posthumously, his Third Gold Star: For Bravery and Stupidity, above and beyond the call of duty. He is hereby retired from the service, with full pay and benefits, because of his injuries. Susan, he is to stay dead. A grave marker will be erected at the Valley View Cemetery and a body interred there in, until your idiot husband decides to become Lazarus. The plot will be a double, so you can lie beside him, if you want to, for eternity."

Alan screamed, "Bull shit, I will be fine in a year."

The director responded, "The trials will not start for 3 to 4 years."

"Mister Free, do you remember what you said about my husband a few moments ago; the part about him being 'extremely stupid and crazy.' I have a horsewhip that will keep him in line. If that doesn't do it, in two months, he will be changing diapers, and feeding the baby at 2 o'clock in the morning. I will keep him out of trouble, or he will never get laid again."

"Thank you, Susan. I am glad that he has found a woman worthy of his talents."

"Alan, I want you to sit down for a moment. I have something else I have to tell you and I need you to try to stay calm."

"Susan is he strong enough to take some tough news?"

"Mentally or physically Mister Free."

"I will take that as a yes, because he has never had a strong mentality to rely on."

"Thanks chief, I needed to hear that just now."

"Alan, the things that happened to you during your divorce were set up by the mob. You are legally divorced, but your wife was given a big time mob lawyer for free. He railroaded you. The man, who ratted you out is under surveillance. We are waiting for him to make a mistake, and we will nab him in the act. He knew you were in the middle of a divorce, and got this mob lawyer to represent your wife. The lawyer ran you ragged, and you ran to the bottle. We believe he even threatened your lawyer. We are working on that angle now. This information came from Stephano Valentino. He is going to turn state's evidence, along with his father. We believe the leak is in the Attorney General's office. We will wait and see if we are correct."

Alan did not scream or burst out in anger. He smoldered inside, which was the worst thing he could do. His blood pressure soared. His face was turning scarlet.

Susan walked over to him and smacked him.

He did not react.

She hit him again. Nothing happened.

She was in the middle of her third swing, when Alan caught her hand. "Damn it Susan that hurt."

"Asshole, it was supposed to hurt. I was not going to let you sit there and blow a gasket. Say something."

"I am going to stop paying that bitch alimony. I am dead. There is not a damn thing she can do about it. She is not entitled to death benefits, because I remarried. She is not entitled to anything."

The director looked at one of his agents, and nodded his head. The agent walked outside, and sent a coded message to Washington. Alan's second wife was in for a rude awakening. It was nothing short of what she deserved. Years later, when the FBI finished its investigation, and the trials were over, she was fined $50,000 for falsifying statements, signing falsified documents, and lying under oath. She was also sentenced to eighteen months in prison for defrauding the Federal Government of monies, in the form of alimony payments, from Alan Robbins paychecks.

Alan, Susan, and Callum Robbins, their five-year-old son was on hand, to wave goodbye.

The lawyer, who represented her, Gerald Sullivan, was disbarred, fined, and sent to jail for ten years, for obstruction of justice, falsifying documents, and perjury. He met will several of his mob bosses, while they were serving their time together; and he helped plan the strategies for their upcoming appeals.

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"Cindy, are you ready yet?"

"I am not sure if I will ever be ready for this, Fred.

"Cindy, what is the matter with you. When Fred did it to me, I didn't have any problem with it. I was scared at first, but he was so gentle with me, he made it easy, and he even gave me the best cum of my life, when I came at the end."

"Sandy, you came? I find that hard to believe."

"Did you think you would cum, when Fred popped your cherry?"

"No, I didn't. I was very frightened, and I did not think there was any chance I would cum."

"You did cum though, didn't you?"

"Yes, and it was marvelous. I never thought it was going to happen my first time."

"Do you believe I thought I was going to cum, during my first anal fucking?"

"I don't see how you could; just the thought of something that big going up your ass would have put your mind in a deep freeze."

"I didn't go into a deep freeze, because I trusted Fred. You trust him too, don't you? Look at what he has done for us over the last seven hours. He could have raped us, brutally. We could not have done anything to stop him. However, he has been kind and gentle with us. He has offered us a way out of our problems, with our father. He has offered to help us with our children, if we get pregnant. He has also promised to help mom, if she wants to come with us. I trust him with my body, completely. You should too."

"I do, Sandy, I really do. It is just a very big step, and it is not something I had anticipated doing at nineteen years old."

"Cindy, do you remember the candles you put up your ass, when you were sixteen?"

"You bitch, you saw me do that?"

"Cindy, we are twins, remember? Not only did I see you do it, I felt every inch of the candle go up my ass, as you pushed it up yours. It was quite a rush."

"I thought so too, Sandy. I guess I may as well get this over with. You are going to stay with me, aren't you?"

"I am never going to leave you, baby sister. Wherever I am, I expect you to be close at hand, and that includes the delivery room."

Cindy and Sandy hugged each other and went to find Fred.

Fred looked at the two of them, as they approached him. He said, "Don't bother telling me, I can tell by the look on Cindy's face, she is chickening out."

Sandy answered him sharply. "Fred, you are poor judge of character. My sister has never backed out of anything. She knows if I am able to do something, she not only can do it, she can do it as well, if not better than I can. Don't you ever demean my sister, again?"

"Cindy, I apologize. I thought for sure you would not go forward with this. Are you ready?"

"Yes, Fred, I am ready, and Sandy is going to stay with me."

"That is fine. Let's go to the bedroom and I tell you what to expect, and prepare your body."

Fred told Cindy that at the beginning, he would penetrate her very slowly, with his fingers, to lubricate her. Afterwards, he would put a condom on, lubricate it, and start to penetrate her, until he was halfway in. When she was comfortable, he would continue to move until he was completely inside her. She would feel a lot of pressure, when he was completely inside her, but no more pain from the insertion of his dick. As he started to move, he would play with her pussy and clit, to build her up for a huge orgasm at the end. He told her to trust him, because she would have an orgasm, the likes of which she had never had before. He wished she had more orgasms to compare this one to, because this orgasm was going to blow all the others out the water.

By the time he finished speaking, Cindy and Sandy were grinning from ear to ear."

Sandy whispered to Cindy, "I told you there was nothing to worry about."

"I believe you, sis. I should never have doubted you in the first place."

Fred retrieved the olive oil from the dinner table and lubricated Cindy's rectum with it. He pushed it deep inside her with one finger and heard her moan. When he poured more oil on two fingers, and inserted them into her ass, it was more of a pain moan than before.

"Cindy you are doing just fine. Try to relax, I have to put one more finger in, and that will be it. Try to relax."

Cindy grabbed Sandy's hand as Fred oiled three fingers, and slid them inside her. This was not a moan; this was a plea for help.

Fred kept his fingers inside her, and rotated them in an attempt to lubricate and stretch muscles. He could feel her, trying to close her muscles down on his digits, and he told her to stop. She was defeating the purpose of his fingers being inside her, and it would only hurt her more later, if she did not follow his instructions.

It took her a few moments, but he felt her relax the sphincter muscles around his fingers. He kissed her and congratulated her on the control she had over her body. He withdrew his fingers from her, and slid on the condom. He told her never to let anyone into her rectum, without protection.

He lay Cindy down, on her back, and lifted her legs to his shoulders.

Cindy looked at his length and width and had a frightened look in her eyes.

Fred smiled at her. "Remember, Cindy, there are things that come out of there that are much bigger than what I am putting in there."

Cindy closed her eyes put her hand to her mouth and started to laugh. Fred took the opportunity to put four inches of his dick inside her.

Cindy stopped laughing, and squeezed Sandy's hand. Sandy kissed her cheek, and said, "Not too bad little sister?"

"He surprised the shit, out of me when he did that."

"I don't think so, Cin. You look a little plugged up to me."

"Very funny, Sandy; you probably looked the same way, when he did it to you."

"Cindy, I told you a little fib. I have not done this yet. I wanted you to go first, so I could watch what happened."

"I am going to beat the crap out of you for lying to me."

"Cindy, if you would look down and see how far in I am now, you will be surprised to see that while you two were busy jabbering away, I managed to get the rest of my dick up inside you. How do you feel?"

"I guess the candles worked, because I feel fine. What happens now?"

"Now the fun begins; we fuck until we come."

Cindy replied, "Let the games begin."

Fred pulled until her hips were slightly off the edge of the bed. He began pulling his prick out slowly and reinserted it the same way. After a short time, he picked up speed and watched Cindy's eyes. They glowed; and her hips started to move in sync with his. When he moved faster, she joined him. As he rotated his hips to the left, she went in the opposite direction, building up friction for both of them. Fred attacked her pussy with his fingers, and Cindy screamed in joy. Her clit was out of its protective hood, and he squeezed it mercilessly. Fred pushed two, then three fingers into her newly opened vagina and searched for that rough spot on the top lining of her sheath. When he found it, Cindy was a goner. She had a dick pounding her ass, a thumb, and a forefinger pinching and tugging on her clit, and now, two fingers rubbing on her 'G' spot. She grabbed Sandy's hand; nearly breaking it, arched her back, and gave out with a mighty scream, "Oh Freddddddd," as she sprayed her cum all over his lower body.

Sandy looked down at her sister, and knew, if she died at that moment, the undertaker's would never get that smile off her face.

Fred did not come. It was a little too soon for him, considering all the activity he had this evening. He was not worried about it. He enjoyed hearing Cindy going over the edge, just as he had promised her.

He looked at Sandy and smiled. "You are next little girl, and I am looking forward to it."

Sandy grinned back at him and he replied, "So am I, Fred. I never thought I would look forward to something as deviant as this, but it sure looked good."

"I told you before, Sandy, sex in all its forms is wonderful, as long as both parties are consenting adults. I do not like what happened here today. I am just happy that I was helpful."

By 4 AM, Fred had finished with Sandy and the three of them were asleep on the living room floor. The beds were soaked with semen sweat and vaginal fluids, and there was not a dry spot to be found. They took the blankets, pillows, and a spread, laid them on the floor, and went unconscious in seconds. When the house cleaning service arrived at 10 AM, all three were still asleep on the floor. They were naked, and the girls were wrapped around Fred like Ivy. They turned and fled the room.

Fred received a wake-up call at noon, advising him that his parents would be there at 2 PM. He had no problem with that because he had plenty of time to prepare. He took a shower, shaved, and dressed properly for his meeting.

He went into the living room, woke up his charges, and said, "I am having important guests in one hour and forty minutes. I want you showered and dressed in twenty-five minutes. Move it."

Cindy and Sandy flew into the shower and started their morning ablutions. Fred wrote down the information they needed to contact him, and wrapped it in a two tiny pieces of plastic. When the girls exited the bathroom, naked, he said, "Come here, and bend over the arm of chair."

Both girls did as they were told, without any argument.

He spread Sandy's cheeks first, placed the piece of plastic over the winking eye, and pushed it in as far as it would go, with his index finger. He did the same with Cindy a moment later. When he was finished he said, "Don't lose those instructions. I will be very disappointed if you do. Get dressed."

Five minutes later, both girls were completely dressed, sitting on the couch watching television.

Fred called room service, and ordered coffee, espresso, pastry, and fruit, as well as house cleaner service, immediately. Ten minutes later the housecleaning crew was in the suite and at a 1:45 PM the coffee and food service arrived.

At 1:50 PM Fred called and asked for one person from the security staff to come up to the suite. When he arrived, Fred asked him to stand at the door, until he told him otherwise. He was expecting important company, and when they arrived, he was to show them in immediately, and forget who they were.

Promptly at 2 o'clock his bosses showed up. He showed them into the kitchen for a quick private conversation. He said, "Gentlemen, two young ladies are still here from last night. I took the liberty of ordering a security guard from the hotel to stand at the front door. With your permission, I would like to have him escort the girls down to the lobby and have the security guard watch them, until our business is done. At that time he can return them to this room, until the transfer is made at 4 o'clock."




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 08b



Joe Lombardo said, "Good plan, Fred, get rid of the girls."

"Cindy, Sandy, come with me." He opened the front door and escorted the girls into the hallway. He told the security what to do. He handed him a $100 bill, and told him if the girls returned with a scratch on their bodies, he would be found floating in the Delaware River."

The guard replied, "Yes sir."

Fred returned to his guests who were seated in the dining room. He began telling them their problems.

"Gentlemen, in the vault in the Attorney General's office are three certified letters from people who witnessed your killing of Guido Valentino. The only one I am sure of is William Zabo. I do not know who the other two are. One is a Swiss politician, and the other lives in New Jersey. I know this is of no help to you, because I have no knowledge of what happened that night. I was still in high school when it happened. My problem is this; there are only two people that know the combination to the Attorney General's safe: The AG and myself. If the envelope turns up missing, they are going to look directly at me. You will lose what you have invested all your time and money in all these years. You will lose all your High-level inside information. This has made your businesses extremely profitable, and I will not deny it has made me very wealthy. I will do whatever you ask me to do. I will go to jail if that is what you want me to do. I will never mention your names, because one day I will get out of jail, and I will still be a very wealthy man. I will protect you and your sources. However, if you have another person that has a reason to be in that building, I will give him the combination to the vault. All he has to do is fake breaking into the safe using an electronic device that listens to the tumblers. Once he takes the envelope out of the safe, he can throw it into a waste bin, spray it with an accelerant, light it, and leave. He can be in and out of the office, in less than ninety seconds. The blockbuster evidence against you is gone permanently. Without it, your lawyers have seen everything they have against you from the last trial. Alan Roberts is dead, and he cannot testify against you, ever again. We can try to keep his sworn testimony out of court, because he cannot be cross-examined. The way the AG talked in front of Fred Fielding, the New York District Attorney, the Mayor of New York, and the Director of the FBI, those letters are the only new evidence that have. Are there any questions, sirs?

Mike Caifano asked if he knew where they were hiding Bruno Valentino.

"Mister Caifano, no one talks about it. The Attorney General never mentions his name. It is a forbidden subject."

Joe Lombardo wanted to verify that Alan Robbins was dead.

"Mister Lombardo, he was shot once in the back by a high caliber weapon and seven times by an automatic weapon. He was pronounced dead in the operating room at the Verde Valley Medical Center at 8:07 AM. The body was identified by his brother, Sergeant Sherwood; Sergeant is his given name. His body is interned at the Valley View Cemetery, in Clarksdale, Az. I have sent people there to check on it. They have sent back pictures of the gravesite and newspaper articles, verifying everything I have told you here today. I have a dossier available for each of you, if you would care for it, but I know you don't like carrying this type of information around with you.

"Any other concerns, Fred?"

"Yes sir, I have a request."

"What is it Fred?"

"I would like to keep all four girls and their mother, for my own purposes. I want the father to pay through the nose, but not to the women, but to you, for the remainder of his life. If there is a charge for the girls, I will pay it."

"What is going on Fred?"

"It is very simple sirs. I remember when I was brought in front of you and given my choices. These young women are casualties of an idiot father. They did not deserve what I did to them, and I feel rotten about it. I want to make amends. I will continue my duties with the two women this afternoon. However, after that, I want them as my own progeny, including the mother, especially if the girls are pregnant."

"Give us a moment, Fred."

"What do you think Nick?"

"We weren't going to do anything with them; give them to him. Fred has been very good for us, and the kind of information he gets us, we couldn't get any other way. The father is ours forever. Give him the girls."

"Jim, what do you think?"

"He said he wants to pay, I say let him. I never turn down money when it's offered. See if he is willing to pay $100,000 each, including the mother."

"Michael, what do you think?"

"I'm with Jim, never turn down money."

"I'll go along with the majority; $500,000 for all five of them."

They called Fred back into the living room, and gave him their decision:

"Fred, $500,000, they are all yours, including the mother."

"Thank you, gentlemen, I appreciate it. Will you take it out of the next installment, or would you like me to give you a check now."

"We will hold it back from you next installment, Fred. We know where you will be."

"I will be in touch with you as soon as I get back to Washington, Sirs."

"Very good Fred, we are finished here."

After the four men were in the elevator, Fred called security and had the agent bring the girls back to his apartment.

He held the door open for them, and as the girls walked in to the penthouse, they noticed a change in Fred's' demeanor.

"What is the matter Fred?"

"Nothing baby, nothing at all."

Cindy and Sandy looked at each other, and they were both worried because of the way Fred was acting. They surrounded him and held him close. "Please Fred, tell us what's wrong."

"I am not sure you really want to know. This will come as a real shock to you, and I am not sure you are going to be able to handle it."

"If you don't tell us, we will never know."

"Okay, here goes. The men, who were in the room with me, just took $500,000 of my money."

"Oh, Fred that is terrible. Was that all the money you had?"

"No, but it is a big chunk of money. I am just wondering if I spent it wisely."

"Why, Fred, what did you buy?"

"I bought your mother, your sisters, and you."

Cindy and Sandy jumped in the air, screaming, and danced around the room. Suddenly, they stopped and looked at him.

"Why were you so unhappy? This was exactly what you wanted to happen."

"I know, but what man spends $500,000 to put 5 women into his life, voluntarily."

"Cindy lets beat him up; it will make him feel better, when he is bleeding."

"You would not dare hit me. I own you. I will not buy you panties. You will walk around bare assed, in a mini skirt, when you are fat and pregnant."

"That sounds like fun Sandy! Lets' get him." They ran into the bedroom, and played on the bed, until 4:00 PM; when there was a knock on the door to their penthouse.

Fred said, "Girls, let your sisters in.

Cindy and Sandy opened the door and pulled their sisters into the room. Debbie and Danni were eighteen-year-old, dark haired, green eyed, stunning twins, and they were shocked when they're older sisters started telling them what a wonderful time they had during their initiation to sex. They told them not to be worried about a thing. Fred was the most amazing, caring, and wonderful sexpert they would ever want to meet. He had already done so many things for them; they were going to be amazed.

They were sitting on the couch, talking incessantly, when Fred walked into the room, naked. Debbie and Danni's mouths dropped open, and not a sound came out.

Fred said hello to the two girls, and told them he would be back shortly. He asked Sandy to come with him, and when they were in the bedroom, he told her to call her mother.

"Sharon, this is Fred. You don't know me, but I am the man, who was picked, at random, to impregnate your daughters. I was not happy about this assignment, but to disobey it would have put my life on the line. Cindy and Sandy are fine. I will let you talk to them, and they will tell you about their experiences themselves. I am about to start with Debbie and Danni. I will be gentle and caring with them, also. The reason I am calling is to let you know that I entered into an agreement, with the men who own your husband's life. I know what I'm about to say is going to sound harsh, but believe me, it is the best thing that has ever happened to you and your children. I have purchased the contract for you, your four children, and your grandchildren, from the syndicate, for $500,000. You are not my slaves. You owe me nothing. I love your girls, because of the way you raised them. What I had to do to them broke my heart, and my soul. I have to complete my task with your younger daughters, even though I do not want to do it. These men will verify I completed my assignment properly; thereby removing the yoke from around my neck.

There are several things you must do in order to join your children, when I moved them out of state, and away from your husband. First, you must obtain a divorce. Your husband will agree to it. If he hesitates, mention Mister Lombardo's name, and that should end all discussions. If he does cause a problem contact me. Second, I want to make love to you. Cindy and Sandy are amazing young women. I expect I will find out the same thing, when I learn about Debbie and Danni. I will have slept with your four twin girls, and I want to meet the mother of such wonderful young women. I want to prove to them that sex is not an ugly thing, even among adults. I want to make arrangements for you to live close to a college, so the girls can continue their education. I want them to learn the proper way to care for, and bring up their children; your grandchildren. I will set up accounts for your living expenses, healthcare, clothing, and everything else you and your children need, while they are attending school. I will continue taking care of them and their children, until they are suitably married. I will not leave them, or you unattended, or uncared for. I would prefer that you did not work, while your grandchildren are at home. I want an adult in the house at all times. I told Cindy and Sandy, and I will advise Debbie and Danni shortly, that no alcohol or drugs will be tolerated, while they are under my care, your supervision, and especially while they are pregnant. If they break this rule, they can expect to be placed into a recovery facility immediately. It will not be a pleasure palace. It will be the sternest recovery house I can find."

"If you are willing to meet me here, we can make love and afterwards, talk about the children's future."

Sharon asked, "What hotel are you staying at Fred? The driver who picked up my girls would not tell me."

"I am in Penthouse C of the Omni Hotel; 401 Chestnut St. in downtown Philadelphia. It is about ten minutes from the Amtrak station."

"I know where it is, Fred. I will drive there and arrive at 4 PM."

"Sharon, please be here at 12 PM. Park the car in the hotel parking facility. Tell the attendant you are a guest of Fred Cuneo. What kind of car will you be driving?"

"It is a five year old, 7 passenger Explorer Van. We purchased it, before my husband started gambling."

"At least he did something right, Sharon. Has it been serviced correctly?"

"No, not really; we have not had the money to keep up with the repairs that have been necessary, because he lost all our money."

"All right, Sharon I will see you tomorrow."

Fred called the manager of the hotel. "This is Fred Cuneo and Penthouse C. I am expecting a guest tomorrow at 12 PM. She will be driving a Custom Seven Seat Explorer Van. I want you to call around and find a Mercedes 9 or 11- seat conversion van; top of the line model, with computers, and flat-screen televisions extended warranty, insurance and everything else that is necessary. Use my name as the owner, and get temporary plates for it. Contact my lawyer for payment.

There is only one thing I do not want to hear tomorrow, when you call me, and that is you could not find the van I want. You have all day today and most of the day tomorrow to do it.

I also want the van that she drives in with completely serviced from the ground up. Call a dealership and have them open, specifically for that car. I will cover the costs plus give a healthy bonus to the men that come in to service that vehicle."

"Yes, Mister Cuneo. I will get it done."

Then Fred did something he had not done in over nine years. He called the switchboard at the Justice Department, and told them to advise the Attorney General that he was taking a personal day off on Monday. He would be back to work Tuesday morning. Tell the AG he is not sick, he was working on his suntan."

With all his business calls done, Fred walked back into the living room. Two young women screeched, again, while the other two took it in stride.

"Debbie, Danni, your sisters will tell you I did not start them off like this. We started out somewhat differently, but we got to the same point rather quickly. Cindy, Sandy, take off your clothes please."

Without any fear or embarrassment, both girls did exactly what Fred asked them to do.

"Do you see how easily they did that? Did you see there was no fear or apprehension in their eyes? They did it because of the way I treated them, before and after I took their virginity. I did not rape them, and I tried not to hurt them. I tried to take it from them gently, as any good lover, and a friend would. I will speak to each of you individually, before we lie down on the bed to begin. You will not be separated. You will be together at all times. You will watch what happens to your sister, so you'll know what is about to happen to you. Sex is nothing to be afraid of. It is also nothing to be ashamed of. It is a natural loving part of life that happens between two people who are in love with one another. Unfortunately, this is the part that has been ripped from your lives, and given to me to do instead. I don't know if Cindy and Sandy have told you, yet, but I have purchased you from the mob syndicates that your father lost all your college money. He has lost another substantial sum over that amount, which is why you are here and he belongs to them for the remainder of his life. I paid $500,000 to free you from them. I did not want you to be high-priced call girls or streetwalkers getting whatever type of diseases they get, and dying before you are thirty years old. You are not slaves. Your mother will be here tomorrow to get you. Everything will be explained to you at that time. However, now it is time for me to stop talking, and to start teaching you about the wonders of sex, and your bodies. There is also the possibility of you getting pregnant. Do not worry about that either. Your mother and I have discussed it, and plans are in the works to take care of you, and the babies as they grow up.

Now, as I told Cindy and Sandy, this is the hardest part. Please stand up, and remove your clothes. You have one minute to do this, by yourselves. Otherwise, I will have Cindy and Sandy, do it for you; the hard way."

Debbie and Danni looked at each other in shock, but did not get up from the couch to undress.

Sandy yelled at them to move their asses, before she started to rip their close off.

Due to the tenor of her voice, Danni shuffled off the couch and began to undress. She pulled her top over her head, revealing her bra and Cindy said, "Take it off, now!"

Danni flushed pink, but did as her older sister told her to do, and dropped her bra on the floor.

Cindy pulled Debbie off the couch. "You start doing it now, or I will tear every piece of your clothing off you, now!"

"But..."

"Debbie, get your butt naked, this instant."

Danni had stripped down to her panties, and she could go no further. Her hands could not move, her brain had ceased to function, and there were tears in her eyes the size of dimes.

Sandy took her in her arms. "It is all right, baby girl. You are not doing anything wrong. Daddy did this to us. We are victims of his stupidity. We were very lucky they chose Fred to do this to us, instead of making us walk the streets, as prostitutes. I promise you Fred will not hurt you, when he takes your virginity. He is a very caring and loving man. If he does not do this, his bosses will kill him. He has no choice in this matter, either. He paid a ton of money to take us away from those men. Do you think our father would have done that for us? I don't think so. He is only known us for twelve hours, and he has done things for us that we will never be able to repay. Do not worry about your modesty. It is the very least we can do for him."

She knelt down in front of her little sister, pulled her panties down her legs, and let her step out of them. She shocked Danni out of her reverie, when she opened her vagina with her thumbs, stuck out her tongue, and licked her from the opening to her vagina, to her clit.

Danni shivered and cried, "Oh, Sandy, what was that?"

"You will have to ask Fred; he taught me how to do that on Cindy. She loved it. I loved it, when it happened to me, and I thought you would like it, also."

"Will Fred do that to me?"

"Why don't you ask him, and find out?"

Cindy was having trouble, with her half of the younger twins. Debbie was moving like cold molasses down the side of the jar.

"I am not going to submit to just any man taking my virginity. I want what mom and dad had. They were high school sweethearts, they waited until they graduated, got married, and had you two nine months later."

"Debbie, are you just stupid or are you just stupid in math?"

"I am smarter than you are Cindy."

"Okay, here is a two-part question. How old is dad? How old is mom?

"What do you think I am, and idiot? Dad is 39, and mom is... Oh Shit, 35."

"Here is your second two-part question. How old are Sandy and I? How many years separate moms' age and our age."

"You are a bitch, Cindy. You have me on the floor, and now you are going to kick me."

"Answer the fucking question."

"Sandy and you are nineteen years old. Mom is thirty-five. She was pregnant with the two of you, when she was fifteen years old, and gave birth when she was sixteen. Are you happy now?

"Debbie, do you know what that means, or would you like me to explain it to you?"

"I do not know where you're going with this, so tell me, and get it over with."

"Dad and mom did not have a fairytale romance. Dad was guilty of statutory rape. Mom was underage, and according to the law could not give consent. Her parents could have sent dad away to jail for twenty years or more. I do not know why they didn't. We would not be in the position we are in today, if he was in jail."

Fred yelled from the bedroom, "Your minute is up; I expect to see four naked girls in here, now."

Sandy took Danni by the hand, and walked her into the bedroom.

Fred had a smile on his face a mile wide. "Gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous; if your father was not an imbecile, both of you would be marrying billionaires. They would be squabbling over you, because of how beautiful you both are."

Sandy and Danni blushed at the wonderful comment Fred made.

Fred then asked Sandy to get his glasses.

"Fred, you don't wear glasses."

"I thought my eyes were deceiving me. I believe there was supposed to be four of you, and I only see two."

"Cindy is explaining the facts of life to Debbie. She may be using an ax to open her head, at this point, but I believe she will prevail shortly."

Cindy walked Debbie into the room and said, "Shortly, hell, once I taught her how to add and subtract, she was putty in my hands."

Sandy laughed. "Is that why you are asking me all those questions about mom and dad?"

Innocently, Cindy asked, "When did I ask you questions about mom and dad?"




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 09







Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 09



"Mom, you just got here, stay with me for a few days."

"I will be here until the FBI can get me a plane back to New York. If I were you I would start trying to mend my ways, if you ever want to see that young lady again."

"How can you mend your ways, when you don't know what you are doing wrong?"

"Start treating people the way you want to be treated, or treat them better than that. Use the language and manners you were taught in school, and by your aunts and me, not what you learned in the gutter, and from your uncles and your father. All of this is inside you, Stephano. You were raised properly, now use it. Try to be a man like William is, not like your father. You catch more flies with honey, than you do with vinegar. Maybe, one day, you will learn enough to earn Patricia's respect. Then you will have to earn her love, again. She will not trust you. She may never trust you again. She will always suspect you of attempting to trick her into marriage, and fear you will return to your old habits. If you like living, don't do it. I would hate to bury my son, before I bury my husband."

"You are telling me, Patricia would kill me if I fall back into my old habits?"

"I never said she who would kill you, did I, Stephano?"

"Very funny mom, I am not going to transfer any of dads' money over to you. I can be just as funny as you are."

William said, "Victoria, never worry about money. I have more than I can use in a hundred lifetimes. You will live comfortably forever."

"You can leave now Stephano. You are no longer welcome here. You insulted my daughter and now you have insulted your own mother. I doubt your father will want anything to do with you once he hears what you said to his wife. Pack the remainder of your belongings, and get out."

He looked around the room, wondering where he had gone wrong. Yesterday, everyone here was his friend. Today, he had lost his bride, threatened his mother, alienated his future father, and probably pissed of his father. He turned and looked at Jemma for help. The stone cold look on her face stopped him in his tracks. In less than twenty-four hours, he had lost everything that mattered to him, and he had done it by using his own big mouth. He went to his room packed up his suitcase and left through the front door without saying goodbye. It was then he realized he had forgotten to call for a cab to the hotel. He was going to knock on the door and ask to use the phone, but decided to swallow his pride, walk down the hill and out of the development. He would find a cab at the main road. He did not want to face anyone in that household again, today. He forgot all about his cell phone.

31. Virgin and Mother

After a fucking delightful time with Debbie, Fred ordered dinner for the girls and himself. Then, he went to take a shower. He decided to lie down and take a short nap, but was woken up by a ruckus going on in the living room. He stuck his head out of the bedroom to see what was going on. He found four naked teenage girls having a pillow fight, using very expensive pillows, from very expensive couches. Whoever said youth is wasted on the young was incorrect. This was a sight to behold, and his eyes were delighted by it.

He said, "Will the three non-virgins move away from the virgin. She has something I have to remove to make her compatible with the three of you?"

Sandy, Cindy, and Debbie retreated from Danni. Danni found herself standing alone, with a pillow over her head, waiting to toss it at her sisters. "I thought you guys said 'Nothing would separate us.' The first time I want you near me, you vanish."

She dropped the pillow to the floor and walked towards Fred. She whispered into his ear, "Wouldn't now be a good time to spank Sandy?"

"I can't do that without your mother's permission. It would constitute child abuse."

"She is nineteen. She is no longer a child."

"Technically, you are correct. However, I would feel morally incorrect, if I spanked her, without your mother's permission."

"It find that very honorable, Fred. However, you are fucking four of my mother's children, and you do not find that morally reprehensible?"

"No I do not; because if I fail in this endeavor, I forfeit my life. There is a very large difference between the two."

"I did not remember that part, Fred. In that case, I agree with that assessment."

"Why do I have a feeling that you are an English major?"

"What gave me the way?"

"Let me see: morally reprehensible; assessment; the way you phrase your sentences. How am I doing so far?"

"You're not doing badly, Fred. I was in Honors English."

"Let me see if you can do you the honor in bed?"

"What position do you have in store for me?"

"Do you have one in mind that you would like to try?"

"I saw a dirty movie once; where a guy had a girl sitting in his lap. Can we do it that way?"

"It is a very intimate way of making love. You are almost always in eye contact, until you are ready to orgasm. It is at that moment I will try to take your virginity, if I think you are ready. Otherwise, I will hold off and take it in another position. Is that all right with you?"

"Yes, I saw the way you took Debbie's virginity. It was beautiful, and according to her, nearly pain-free. I would not mind a little pain, but not the type of pain I hear the girls at school talk about, when they lost their virginity to their boyfriends."

"Most young men have no idea how to appropriately relieve a young woman of her virginity. They do not wait until she is ready. They drive straight through, until they are as deep into her as they can go. If a young woman is thoroughly soaked, you can take her virginity, put three or four inches of your manhood into her, and not hurt her. Afterwards, when her muscles relax, you can put the rest into her without any restrictions at all. I have done that with all three of your sisters, and I will do that with you. As I have said to your sisters, our time for talking is done; the time for teaching is here.

"Girls get to bed!"

Danni said, "Oh shit, I forgot about them."

Debbie responded, "I didn't forget about you. You bit my tit. I am going to get even with you."

"It was not me, you idiot; it was Cindy. Would you please get your tits straight?"

Debbie thought about this for a moment, and said, "Whatever; I'm going to bite your tit anyhow."

Danni looked at Fred and told him, "Sandy and I managed to get all the brains in our family. When Cindy and Debbie were told they were handing out brains, they thought the angel said they were giving out cranes. They don't like boy's toys, so they stepped out of line, and went for ice cream."

Cindy laughed, "It was strawberry ice cream, and it was heavenly."

Danni shrugged her shoulders. "It happens in the best of families, Fred. It happened twice in ours."

"That is all girls. It is time for Danni to join the non-virgin club. I want the three of you to heat her up and get her ready; just like all of you were. Do a good job, or you all will get spanked tomorrow, when your mother gets here."

"Danni yelled, "I didn't do anything wrong."

Fred said, "You were the instigator."

Fred sat down at the edge of the bed to see how the three girls would attack Danni. Sandy went straight for her sisters' muff. Debbie sat on her face, and Cindy had both breasts to herself. It did not take long to see Danni reach her first orgasm.

Sandy looked for Fred, and showed him a finger. She wiggled it in the air, and smiled.

Fred nodded his head, knowing that this finger was going to go up Danni's ass, very soon. He lay down on the bed and watched as Sandy insert it into Danni's vagina to moisten it. Her tongue returned to the virgin clit and attacked it.

Danni was lost in the throes of passion as Sandy inserted the finger up her sister's ass, without any hint of discomfort.

Fred asked Cindy and Debbie to stop, and move to the side. He took a wet cloth, and cleaned Danni's face. How are you feeling Danni?"

"I have not felt like this before in my entire life."

"I should think not, you have never had a finger up your ass before."

"What are you talking about, Fred? I don't have anything up my ass."

"Sandy, wiggle your finger please."

"You bitch, get that out of there."

"You said nothing was in there, so I don't have anything to take out of there."

"Danni, one day, when you are relaxed enough, you will be able to take salami up there, without any problem at all. It will feel just as good as having vaginal sex. Just make sure whoever it is, is wearing a condom."

"Sandy, if it was possible, I'd have my sphincter muscle cut off your finger." 

"Is that a nice thing to say to the only other sister in our family that has brains?"

Fred moved into position at the head of the bed, with pillows stacked behind him. He was leaning at a seventy-degree angle, so his prick was completely exposed. He had Danni sit on his lap with her knees bent, so she could slide her vagina, along his dick. Her fluids would keep them both moist enough to avoid any heat caused by friction. As she settled on him, he used his fingers to spread her labia apart and exposed her clit. He asked her if she was comfortable, and ready to begin.

Danni said, "Yes, but what do I do?"

"You look into my eyes, and you use your hips to slide your vagina against my penis. I will be using my hips to rub my dick against your vagina. Once we get into a rhythm, it will feel like we are actually having sex. If and when the time is right I will insert my dick into your vaginal canal and take your virginity, as I told you. Let's begin.

Danni started to move her hips, ever so slowly, feeling her clit rub up against his penis on every stroke. Initially, her strokes were short, but when Fred joined her, he forced her strokes to move the length of her pussy. As she became more accustomed to the rhythm; their strokes traveled from the top of her pussy all the way to her anus, and back, at a moderate pace. The feeling became exquisite. He kissed her and she began missing strokes. He told her to concentrate on the movement of her hips, as well as kissing him. She did and she did it well. Her hips moved, and her mouth was all over his. Her pussy was drippy her honey all over his thighs, and the bed. Six female hands and three pair of lips were playing with her breasts, ass, and back.

Fred increased their tempo. His lips left hers, and he began kissing her eyes, neck, ears, and throat.

Danni went out of control. Her hips moved so fast, they seemed to be on automatic control. She didn't know where Fred's kisses were going next, because he was all over her face, shoulders, and chest. Her fluids were wetting his thighs and penis. She felt him move his hand down and play with her asshole. When she felt him playing there, she thought he was adjusting his position. She did not realize it was a preamble for him to grab his cock and position it for his stroke into her vagina. As she reached the highest point of her upstroke, Fred positioned his cock at Danni's velvet opening. As she powered down, she pushed Fred's dick through her hymen, and into her depths. Danni did not stop. She did not squeak or yell. She felt the intruder entered her, and it only heightened her experience. She was nearly at her crest of her orgasm. Fred never stopped kissing her. Her mouth would be raw, in the morning, because they were kissing so passionately. She was pounding down on him, and he was pushing up into her. The sensations she was experiencing was the most amazing she felt in her entire eighteen years. It was not the soft sweet love making, she had seen her sister make with Fred. It was unbridled lovemaking; just as she had seen on the video. As she crested the top of the mountain, her entire body went into a spasm. She screamed so loudly her sisters covered their ears. A second afterwards, Fred screamed as he emptied himself into her with the last ounce of energy he had in him. He did not withdraw from her. He gathered Danni into his arms, kissed the top of her head, and fell asleep with her in his arms. They did not wake up until the next morning.

The three sisters covered them, turned off the bedroom lights, and let them rest. They had never seen anything like it before. They went into the second bedroom, and went to bed. They knew the fun and games were over for this evening.

Fred woke with a start. His body told him he was late for work, but he realized quickly it was only Sunday. He was also used to sleeping alone, but he had 100 pounds of delicious arms and legs wrapped around him. He peered down on the top of the covers, and saw the dark-haired beauty with her nose buried into his chest. She looked so comfortable; he just had to wake her up. He tickled her nose, and received no reply. He tickled it again, and her hand moved to shoo the fly away that was aggravating her. As soon as she settled back down, he tickled her nose again, and her hand smacked her nose in an attempt to kill that damn fly. In her comatose state, she said to herself, "Dummy!"

Fred whispered in her ear, "You are one of the most gorgeous dummies I have ever met."

Danni grabbed the covers, and pulled them over her head.

Fred said, "If that is what you want to do this morning, it is fine with me. You have to go down two more feet and it is there waiting for you to put it in your mouth."

"You wouldn't do that to us, would you?"

"Sandy and Cindy have already done it. It is just another part of the sex experience. It is nothing to be ashamed of or horrified by, it is just sex. I licked your pussy, and you didn't say anything. You licked your sister's pussy. Why shouldn't you lick or suck on my dick, and have a problem with it?"

"It just seems soooo, gross."

"Was licking Debbie's pussy, gross?"

"I was nervous at first, but it was not gross."

"It will be the same way, with your first dick. If you want it to be mine, I would be honored. If you want to save it for your boyfriend, on another day, that will be fine. Just remember, it is just sex; have fun, be careful, and enjoy it."

"Fred, you make it sound so easy."

"My job is now done. All four of you are now women. If none of you is pregnant, I will be very happy for all of you. I will take care of all of you, the way I promised, Sandy, and Cindy. I feel an obligation to all of you, and I will not let you down. Let's go wake up the other beauties, so you can shower and get dressed for when your mother arrives. I will order breakfast for everyone."

He smacked Danni on the rump and she yelled, "Hey, what was that for?"

"That will teach you not to stick something so pretty in my face, at this time of the morning."

"You said you needed my mother's permission to spank any of her children?"

"One of your mother's smarter children reminded me last night that you are legally adults."

"Sometimes having brains is not all good. Cindy still has not come up with the answer with 'How will she know if there is a fire in your bedroom?' One day, I may tell her."

Fred said, "Don't do that to her, you could ruin her entire day."

"Fred, you are as bad as Sandy. Did she tell you what she did to Cindy on a multiple-choice test?"

"No, but this should be good."

"Cindy did not study for a history test. She apparently pissed off Sandy the morning of the test. Sandy got a 100, while Cindy got a 25 on the test. Cindy was livid with Sandy afterwards. It was a multiple question test. Sandy gave Cindy the answers starting with number two twice, instead of number one. When they compared their test at home, Sandy said, "Don't blame me dummy, you didn't put the answer down for number one. If you move your answers down one slot, they are all correct." Cindy was furious with herself, and she never caught on. She even apologized to Sandy for accusing her of wrongdoing."

"I am amazed there are not more twins in politics. These back channel conversations of yours would drive other politicians, crazy. Go wake up, your sisters!"

Fred went in to take a shower, and prepare for the day. Within moments shower door opened and four naked girls joined him.

"There is another shower in this suite, ladies."

"Yes, we know, however, you are in this one, and we wanted to show our appreciation for how you treated us this weekend."

"Okay ladies, I accept that, however, no sex. Do you understand that message? You can wash me and wash yourselves, but there will be no sex in this shower that involves me this morning; and that is final. I want to see four young women, appropriately dressed, when their mother arrives. We have a lot of business to discuss. You will be turned over to the security detail of this hotel, and sent out to have some fun."

After he dried off, Fred received a call from the manager. "Good morning, Mister Cuneo, everything is arranged. Once your guest arrives, her vehicle will be taken to a Mercedes dealership. It will be completely inspected. Any worn or suspect parts will be replaced. All normal maintenance requirements will be done. If there any parts that are unavailable, the dealership will take care of that problem, with the owner, at its own expense, at a later date. 

The new vehicle will be here by 6 PM, along with the original vehicle. I have been told to tell you, there will be no charge for either vehicle. It is a gift from your friends."

"Thank you very much, Mister Hastings. I appreciate all your help in this matter. You have been more than kind. In the future if there is anything my friends or I can do for you, I would consider it an honor to help you myself."

"That is indeed an honor Mister Cuneo. We are glad to have had you as our guest."

Fred smiled and thought, "They take $500,000 from me, just to see if I'm willing to pay for the girls. Then, they turn around and give me $400,000 back as a gift. It is really interesting working on the wrong side of the law. If I don't get caught, in eighteen years, I can retire."

Breakfast arrived just as four girls marched out of their bedroom completely dressed. He said to them, "It looks like you have been running around naked all weekend. There is not one wrinkle on any of your clothes."

Sandy replied, "Very funny Fred, when did you give us time to put clothes on?"

"Oh, so now it's my fault is it. Certain little nymphs didn't fall in love with that thing called sex, did they? They just cried and laid there like lumps, when the big bad man stole their virtue. Is that the way it was, Sandy? Is that the way you remember it, now?"

"You are twisting my words Fred. I love what happened here, and I would not trade it for anything, but..."

"I never got to your butt, Sandy. I got to Cindy's, but your butt is still virgin."

"You see, Fred, you have done it again. We were talking about clothes, and now you are talking about my ass. You are not being fair."

"Would you like to drop your pants, so I can take care of your ass? At least they would be wrinkled, when your mother got her."

"I think I will wait for that experience. I don't want to rush into it now. If I wanted to wrinkle my pants, I could take them off and do that myself."

"Do not take them off while I am around Sandy, it would 'Bum' you out, for the entire day, and possibly longer."

"Cindy didn't seem to have much of a problem, afterwards, why would I?"

"I prepared Cindy. I would not have time to prepare you. It would be a totally different experience, and you could walk around like a duck, for a week."

"You have convinced me to wait until the time is right for that adventure."

"Okay ladies, we are going for a ride so that housekeeping can clean the room, and make it pretty for when your mother arrives. I have rented the Beetle, so it is going to be tight. Be prepared to snuggle up with each other."

"Why didn't you rent something bigger?"




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 09



"It is a Sunday, and a holiday weekend. The companies are devoid of cars. I got one of the few cars the hotel had left."

As they exited the front lobby, many people were waiting for taxis to take them to their destination. The hotels limousine pulled up in front of Fred, and the liveried driver got out and opened the door for him.

He said, "Good morning, Mister Cuneo.

"Good morning, George, did you map out a pleasant tour for us?"

"Yes, Sir, just as you requested. 90 minutes of cruising around the city to see all the highlights. The bar's stocked with soft drinks and there are snacks in the well."

"Thank you very much, George. Now if I can wipe those looks of my nieces' faces and get them into the limousine, we can start."

Cindy said, "You told us you rented a beetle."

George responded, "The hotel calls this limousine 'The Beetle,' because it is limousine number two. Limousine number one is called 'The Aardvark.' We have a total of six limousines and they are all referred to by letter, instead of number."

Cindy looked at Fred and said, "You are never to be trusted."

"Cindy, have I ever lied to you? Have I ever said anything that I have not followed through on? I told you I rented the Beetle, and here it is."

"You said it was going to be a tight fit, and you knew it was going to be a limousine."

"The management said they were going to put aside the Beetle for me. I did not know it was a limousine, until we walked out the door."

Sandy and Danni looked at Fred and said, "If you were made out of wood, your nose would be 2 feet long."

He went over to them, and whispered in their ears, "If my nose was 2 feet long, I know exactly where I would put it."

Both girls laughed hysterically.

George said, "Mister Cuneo, our timeframe is getting tighter. We have to start immediately."

"Thank you, George; girls get into the car now."

As they pulled away from the curb, George opened the sunroof and raised the pedestal on the floor. He told the girls they could safely stand on it, and watch the sites as they went by. Four beautiful heads popped out of the top of the limousine, and Fred was left looking at four delectable asses. He knew what he wanted to do, but even if George raised the privacy window, the screams the girls would give out as his tongue reached their clits would be a dead giveaway. He sat back and dreamed of the nasty things he would love to be doing to these four beautiful women. He believed that these 90 minutes, were going to be the longest of his life. 

When they returned to the penthouse, he was horny as hell. The housekeeping staff had been there, and had done a marvelous job. The smell of sex was gone, but he was in favor of returning it to the room immediately. He had to get himself under control. Sharon was doing here soon, and he had business to attend to with her.

Room service delivered the meal Fred had ordered for the two of them. The girls looked at the table and asked, "Where is ours?"

Fred said, "Junk food!"

Cheers rang out throughout the apartment.

Then there was a knock on the door, and four girls ran towards it.

Fred yelled, "Freeze."

They all looked at Fred, who was pointing back towards the living room area.

"Your mother is my guest, and I will let her in. You four behave yourselves."

He couldn't understand why he was nervous as he walked towards the front door, but he was. He opened it, and stared into the deepest green eyes he had ever seen. His mouth didn't open, until Sharon asked if she was at the right room.

"Sharon, you have to forgive me. You are stunning. Please come in."

Sharon's husband had not said anything nice to her in years. His gambling debts had turned him into a monster; both at work and at home. She spent her days and nights, at home, protecting herself and her children from him. She comes to a hotel to meet a man who has deflowered her four daughters, and has ordered her to get a divorce from her husband. Now he tells her she is stunning! She did not expect that kind of welcome. He could have called her any name in the book, but he tells her 'She is stunning!' What was this man truly after? Why hadn't her children come running to her as they always did? Why were they being so quiet? Did he have them drugged? Had he threatened them? She had to find out.

"Fred, do you have my children's feet and nailed to the ground?"

"No, Sharon, we have an agreement. They will act like young women, if they want to be treated like young women. Otherwise, I told them I would ask your permission to spank each one of them. Danni told me that they are over 18 years old, and I did not need your permission. I told her I felt obligated to ask you, anyhow. So far they are acting like demure young ladies, I kind of like it, don't you?"

"Yes, I like it. I am just not used to it."

"Would you like me to set them free, one at a time, or all at once?"

"They are my gang Fred, so could you let them go free, all at once, please?"

 "Okay girls, you are free."

Four young women cheered and raced towards their mother. Sharon, spread out her arms and embraced all of them. There was one recurring theme during the initial conversation. 

"Mom, why didn't you tell us sex was so much fun?"

Sharon groaned loudly, turned to Fred, and said, "What did you do to my little girls?"

"I turned them from little girls into sexually active young women."

"No, that is not all you did Fred. You taught them to love sex, just like I do. Now they are going to get married to some jerk, who can make them cum, just like I did, and they are going to ruin their lives forever."

Cindy said, "Mom, I thought you loved Dad?"

"I had four baby girls, where was I going to go? What was I going to do? He raped me when I was fifteen years old and my parents didn't believe me, when I became pregnant with you two. They disowned me. I had no choice but to marry him. It seemed I was not out of the hospital with you two, and I was already pregnant with the two of you. I guess four children in two years were enough for him, because he put me on birth control pills immediately. I never loved your father. I love the four of you. I would do and have done everything I could for you. How do you think we put away $200,000 for your college education? Your father didn't do it, I did. Every week I took something out of the food money. If he gave me money for clothes, I would buy something cheap, rather than something expensive, and put money aside for you. Everything was for the four of you. Every time a bank statement came in, I was the one that got it out of the mail. For sixteen years, he never knew the money was there, and then somehow he found a statement, and threw it in my face. He claimed I was saving it, so I could run away from him. I told him it was for your college education. He called me a liar. He beat the hell out of me and I showed him the college brochures for Sandy and Cindy. He still did not believe me. He withdrew all the money out of my account. I didn't even sign the paperwork, but he got it out, anyhow. Your lives were lost just like mine, because of that man. I did not have enough money left to buy a gun. I would have killed him, if I knew where he kept the money. Soon, men started showing up, demanding payment for money he owed. I told them where he worked, and his schedule. They found him, and they came up with this arrangement. I was horrified by it. I did not want the girls to do it, but the men scared them with the thought of their father walking around without hands, or a tongue. I would not have cared if they killed him, but I was not allowed to say or do anything. So here we are today, and I have four lovely daughters, who are now just like me; horny as hell, and looking to get laid by the next man who crosses their path."

Fred said, "Sharon, I have a question for you, between Sandy and Cindy, which one is the stronger mentally; not smarter, stronger."

"It's very simple, Fred. Cindy is the stronger of the two."

"What would you say if I told you that you were wrong?"

"First, I would tell you that I have known these girls since the moment of conception. You have only known them for a full day. Second, I would tell you that I have taught them everything they know about the world around them. You have only taught them about sex. There is no comparison."

"Sharon, your facts are true, however, the outcome is false. What you taught these girls is what you have feared since their moment of their conception. They didn't know about love, because you didn't know about love. I taught them that in less than a day. As Sandy has said time and time again, the people I work for could have put them on the streets to work as hookers, or made them into high-priced call girls. Somehow, through the grace of God, they got me instead. I know that sounds presumptuous. I am in the mess I am in because of my parents. I have to serve eighteen more years before I am set free. I have to do what they tell me to do, or I am dead. It is just that simple. They told me to fuck these four girls, so I did. If they told me to rape these four girls I would have. If they told me to kill these four girls I would have. I have no choice. They own me, because they own my father, my mother, my sister, and their business. In eighteen years, everything will be paid for, and everything reverts back to us. I will have paid with thirty-five years of my life for that privilege.

I know people, I know how they tick. I know how they think, and I know how they react. You think Sandy is weaker than Cindy. You are wrong. Sandy has an inner strength that is like the steel that holds up buildings. Even under the worst of circumstances, she will hold a family together. She will hold a business together; she will hold a community together. She has no weaknesses. She is extremely smart.

When I spoke with Cindy, I told her that she will marry very well, and she will divorce the bastard and take half of everything he has, including his business, which she will run with an iron hand. She plays 'stupid' very well. She is anything but stupid. She is waiting to be pushed. Something or someone will take her interest, and she will move heaven and earth to get to where she wants to go. I will be around to see it when it happens. I will be around to see all of you get married, and have your own children. I will be around you for very long time." 

"Sandy, call security, I want four agents up here now and for the next four to six hours."

Sharon asked, "Why do we need security agents?"

"I am sending the children out to play children's games and to get junk food. You and I are going to stay here to play adult games."

Danni yelled, "You said we could stay."

"I am a man. I'm allowed to change my mind."

"That's wrong. That's something a woman is supposed to say."

"That, young lady, is a sexist attitude. Everyone is supposed to be treated equally, and I demand that right for your mother and me. If you have to go to the bathroom, do it now."

"We are not children; you do not have to tell us to do that."

Fred said, "Well, do you have to go or not?"

"Yes."

"Why are you standing there?"

"I want to get spanked, first."

Fred looked at Sharon, and asked, "The four of them have been asking for it, but I need your permission."

Sharon asked, "Which two do you want?"

Fred grinned and said, "BOTTOMS UP!"

The four girls screamed and split up.

Sharon ran after one group; and Fred after the other.

Over the next fifteen minutes, four young women learned that teasing adults about spankings led to real spankings, and real spankings turned pink cheeks to red cheeks that hurt when sitting down. 

When the fun and games were over, the girls were given to the security agents, with the appropriate warnings, a goodly amount of cash to spend, and a 6 PM curfew. Dinner would be served at 6: 10 PM. Death would occur to anyone, not seated at the table and appropriately washed, and dressed at that time.

Fred locked the door to the penthouse. He turned to see Sharon unbuttoning her blouse, and looking at him.

She asked, "What are you waiting for; you said you wanted to get laid."

"Sharon, what would you say if I changed my mind, and said I wanted to make love with you instead?"

"I would say you are lying through your teeth, Fred."

"In that case, would you stop undressing so we can talk for a while?"

"What's the matter Fred, my girls wipe you out?"

"I don't think so, but I have things I want to talk to you about, and the sex can come later, if at all."

They sat in the living room talking about the two days he was with the girls. He did not talk about how much sex he had with them, he talked about them. He told her how they handled their fears, how they coped by being together, and how they used each other's strengths to multiply their own. He told Sharon how impressed he was with Sandy. He told her how, with the right education, training, and meeting the right people, she foresaw a future for her, which was unlimited. 

He reiterated Cindy was bright, but lazy. Business was going to be her field, and she would enter it to spite a cheating husband. 

He placed his hands on hers, and started talking about Danni. He said, "Sharon, you have to go easy on Danni. She is going to grow in bursts. She could get all 'D's this year and all A's next year. She may never finish college, but I have a feeling she is going to do great things. She has a great head on her shoulders. You have to let her grow at her own rate. Remember, people like Bill Gates and Mark Zuckerberg didn't finish college, either, and they are doing quite well for themselves. 

Debbie is the wildcard. She is immature for her age. She is a sixteen-year-old girl in the eighteen-year-old body. She needs extra care and guidance, until her maturity level catches up with her age. She is like Cindy in school, but Cindy has already matured. She is very precocious about sex. When you asked me what did I do to your babies? She is the only little girl that needs your attention in that area. If I am allowed to be there, I will help her. If not, and you are too busy to help her, I will get her professional help. I do not mean a psychiatrist, because she is not crazy, she just needs a little guidance in the right direction."

"You know this about my babies after one day. Who are you 'Kreskin, the magnificent?' "Are you a mind reader, a psychiatrist?"

"I am a guy who is owned by the mob. I am a trained observer. I know how to read people. I know their strong points and their weak points. I know how to push their buttons. If I live eighteen more years, without getting caught, I am a free man. If I get caught, and I go to prison; if I do not say a word about who I work for, and what I did for them, when I get out of prison, and if I reach fifty years old, I am still a free man. Fifty is my magic number."

 "What do you want with us?"

"Before I met you, I was only thinking of the girls, and the possibility of their children. I was going to make arrangements for a house big enough for them and the babies to grow up in. It was going to be close enough to a college, so the girls could attend school. I was going to have a lawyer set up nannies for the babies and an adult to make sure that the girls did not run amok, while they were home. I wanted adult supervision for them to make sure they raised the babies correctly. I wanted them to continue to be raised correctly. Then one of the girls mentioned you, because you didn't cause this problem. I told them you solved one of the problems I was having about adult supervision. Then this afternoon, I looked into your eyes, and something happened. I wanted something more than I ever wanted in my life. The problem is I can't have it for eighteen more years. I can nibble at it. I can see it every now and again, but I cannot have it all the time, until my fiftieth birthday.

"Are you for real, Fred? Do you really expect me to believe that you fell in love with me, when you saw me? Or are you just balanced on such a fine edge that you need something right now, to satisfy some yearning you have."

"Sharon, you know who I work for. If I wanted a $5000 a night hooker for free, I could get one. If I wanted a new car every week, I could get one. What I do for them is important to them. They are very generous with me. They are very protective of me, and I am very protective of them."

"So where do we go from here, Fred?"

"We can go for a walk; we can go find the kids; we can have coffee; we can talk about our future; or we can watch television. The choice is yours."

"You left one out, didn't you?"

"You did not seem to think I was being honest, so I purposely left it off the list."

"I have only been with one man my entire life, and I have hated him, that long. The sex with him is fantastic, and he always satisfies me. How would I know the difference between making love and having gratifying sex?"

"I can only talk from a man's point of view. I have had sex thousands of times, with hundreds of beautiful women, and it has meant nothing to me. I have never had a fiancé. I have never had a steady girlfriend. When I had great sex, it did nothing for me, except relieve a physical need. Yesterday, I met two young girls. I had never met them before, but I talked with them, and found their circumstances were quite similar to mine, when I was their age. I felt terrible about what I was going to do to them. There was fear in their eyes, and Cindy was close to crying. I could not hurt them. There was nothing in my being that would allow me to do that to them. After listening to their story I told them I was going to make this as pleasant an experience for them, as was humanly possible. I told them I was going to make love to them, and I did. I poured my heart and my soul into everything I did with each of your children. In doing that, for the first time in my life I felt love. I think that is how you find the difference, Sharon. When you give everything you have to someone else, you are the beneficiary."

"Show me, Fred show me how to make love."

He reached for her and pulled her up into his arms. "I was hoping your daughter's looked like you, and not your husband. I am happy to report your daughters have 99.99% of your genetic make-up, and I am thrilled about that. Let's make love like teenagers Sharon. Let's make love like it is the first time for both of us. Your children are my children for the rest of our lives. I think I fell in love with you while talking to them." 

He kissed her, and waited for her to react, before he increased the pressure on her lips. He did not want to push her too fast, and he did not want to keep her waiting too long. Finally, he said, "If I overthink this I cannot give her everything I am." He picked her up, threw her over his shoulder, and he heard a peel of laughter. He smacked her on her rump and asked, "Are you laughing at me? Are you laughing at...ME? NO ONE laughs at ME. I spank all little girls who LAUGH AT ME. He bounced her onto the bed, jumped down beside her, and started to undress her. Loving her was going to be fun, and he wanted her to enjoy it as much as he was. As her flesh became exposed, he started kissing and licking it. Most of all, he was looking for her to react to her ticklish spots. As he found them, he committed all them to memory, for future use. 

The future, in this case, was not too far away.

When he finished unbuttoning her blouse, instead of removing it, he lowered her sleeves to a point just above her elbows, trapping her arms along her sides. She was wearing a strapless bra. He reached behind her, unsnapped it, and put one of the cups on top of his head.

Sharon laughed at him, until his mouth descended on her nipple, and he began to suckle on it. She moaned, and went to grab his head, and hold him to her. This is when she realized that he had her arms trapped.




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 09



"You bastard, you did this to me on purpose. Take my blouse off, I can't use my hands."

Fred removed his mouth from her breast, and looked at her innocently. "Really, you can't use your hands? Gee, how terrible that must be."

"Don't do this to me, Fred. I have to use my hands. I will go crazy if I can't use my hands."

Placing little kisses around her mouth and jaw, he asked "Did you say crazy? Is that a good thing, or a bad thing? I think I will find out, before I release you from your current predicament."

"How did Danni put it, Fred, 'you cock sucking son of a whore.' I will get you for this."

Fred lowered his mouth to her nipple, and nipped it at its tip. Sharon moaned again, as he slid up her body to kiss her lips, again. "I was hoping you would say that Sharon, but before that happens, I am going to take you on a trip around the world, first, without you leaving this bed."

"You talk a good game, Fred. I am still half-dressed, and you are still completely dressed, when does the fun begin?"

He moved his fingers along her right flank, just below the rib cage and started tickling her. She reacted uncontrollably. Her body arched off the bed, and she started laughing, and yelling, "Stop, please, I am ticklish."

Fred stopped tormenting her and said, "Your ticklish, really, I never would have guessed it."

"I am going to kill those girls. Nothing is sacred to them."

"They didn't tell me; your body did as I was undoing your blouse. I told you I was a trained observer. It only took a simple touch and I saw your reaction. Would you like me to show you the other areas, you are ticklish in?"

"No Fred, please don't tickle me."

"As I said to the girls, the time for talking is over. Now, I want to make love with most of you."

"What do you mean 'most of me?'?"

"I am not going to release your arms. I am going to allow you to go crazy. I'm going to allow you to be loved, and allow your body to feel free to react in its own way."

"But..."

"No, I will get to your butt later."

"I am not talking to you anymore, Fred."

"Thank you Sharon, because that beautiful mouth of yours is very distracting." He attacked her lips; and her breasts with his hands. 

She wanted desperately to hold him, but her arms were pinned to the sides of her body. She was not strong enough to rip the material and free herself from it. She wondered how many times he had done this to other women, because it was very effective. 

He kissed down the center of her body, and licked every inch of skin along the way. As his mouth reached her belly button, his hands made short work of her pants, panties, and shoes. She had gone from half- dressed to naked in a matter of seconds. He continued his southbound trek, across her hairless mound and played at her pubic promontory. She was furious with him, when he stopped there. She was leaking all over herself, and the bed. She was waiting for his tongue to enter her, lap up her fluids and bring her to her first orgasm which was one lick of her clit away. She wanted to grab his ears, and move him where she needed him, so she could explode. However, the bastard had her arms trapped. She began moving her hips spastically, and moving her body up, in an attempt to bounce his head up and move his mouth lower. His mouth, never left her belly, or crossed the border to the area she needed him so desperately. 

When she was unable to take any more of this torment, she cried out, "Please!"

The word had not finished reverberating in her ears, when his teeth nipped her clit and her orgasm slammed into her. He sucked the nub completely out of its cave and into his mouth. She cried out, "Thank you," as second orgasm crushed her ovaries. They grew exponentially in size, ferocity, and closeness, as the moments ticked by. Her third orgasm was larger and lasted longer than the previous two and her hips were off the bed, searching for something she did not know existed. The fourth had her screaming as if she had been struck with a knife. Her hips were flailing in all directions and getting nowhere, as she screamed obscenities at her husband. Sharon's fifth and final orgasm had Fred up on his feet, trying to keep his hold on her. The only part of Sharon's body remaining on the bed was the back of her head. Her legs were above Fred's shoulders; her pussy was sealed against his mouth, and her velvet tunnel had been invaded by the length of his tongue. When the spasms had ceased, and the orgasm had released her from its mind-bending grip, Sharon was fast asleep.

Fred had never brought a woman to a multiple orgasm before. As he looked down at Sharon, he was very happy that it had happened with her. He turned on the television, put on a music station, and lie down beside her. He did not fall asleep, he just looked at her until her eyes opened up and looked straight at his.

"Is it always like that?"

"It was a first for me, and I am thrilled it happened with you. I know for sure that you do not like your husband. However, your low opinion of yourself is misplaced."

"What are you talking about, Fred?"

"While you were in the midst of your orgasms, you said things about your husband you would never say to anyone, while you were fully in control of your senses. However, you blame yourself for the position you are in, and in your heart you know it's not true. I do not know anything about your parents, but anyone who would disown a fifteen-year-old child and force her into an unloved marriage is not worth a pound of shit, in my book. I don't care if you are running around in a pair of hot pants and a bandeau top; no man has a right to touch you without your permission. If your parents allowed you out of the house with those clothes on, they are as responsible for what happened to you as you were. If you were dressed in a potato sack from head to toe and you were raped, and they still blamed you, they still had no right to disown you and force you into an unloved marriage at the age of sixteen. You did nothing wrong. You had sex against your will. You were raped at the age of fifteen. You told your parents, you were raped and they didn't believe you. They disowned you, so you were raped, again. It is amazing that you survived. Your children's love for you tells everyone what a wonderful person and mother you are."

"Fred, please don't get angry with me, but I have to ask you this question. Do you do this to all the women you try to impress?"

Fred climbed out of the bed, went into the kitchen, got himself a glass of water, and sat down at the bar. "She thinks I'm playing her. I guess if I was in her position I might think so too. I will do the things for the girls I wanted to do, and I will leave it at that. I will keep in touch with them, as I promised, and make sure they have everything they will ever need."

He felt a hand on his shoulder, and without turning around, he asked, "What can I do for you, Sharon?"

"I want to apologize for what I said. You have been very kind to my daughters and me, and my question was uncalled for and insulting. No man has ever been nice to me before; or he has never had a chance to be nice to me, because I was already married. I don't know how to act around a person like you; a person who wants to give me something, without taking more from me, than he is giving."

"Is your husband still living at home, with you?"

"Yes.

"No, he's not, not anymore. Stay here, I will be right back."

Fred went to his suitcase, pulled out his throwaway phone, and called the number.

"Yes."

"The Williams man has been beating the wife and children. He is not to return to the house, ever again. Ask my parents if they can have someone explain that to him very personally. Someone should pick up his effects next weekend."

"Done."

"Thank you."

He returned to the bar area and sat down next to Sharon. "Your husband will never set foot in your house again. Someone will pick up his effects next weekend. Do not go through a lot of trouble for him, just the basics: clothes, shaving gear, and shoes. He will not have time for anything else for the rest of his life."

"You did that with one phone call?"

"Yes, I told you before, I am very important to them, and they are very good to me. As long as I keep my part of that arrangement going strong, everything will be fine."

"Am I allowed to ask what you do?"

"If you ever mention a word to anyone, even the girls, I am a dead man, or I am in jail."

"I understand, I will never say a word to anyone, ever."

"My real name is Fred Hastings. I work for the Attorney General of the United States."

"Holy shit, no wonder these guys treat you very well."

"Have I made a mistake in telling you this Sharon?"

"No, but I think we should get married as soon as I get a divorce. I will not be able to testify against you because of marital confidentiality."

"No, I will not do that to you. You were forced into one marriage; I will not allow you to be forced into another one."

"Who said I was going to be forced, Fred?"

"I could have you divorced next week, Sharon."

"Would you have to make another phone call to your friends?"

"No, I would send you on a trip to Reno, Nevada."

"I forgot about Nevada's quickie divorce rule."

"Please don't jump into this. Think about it. Talk to the girls about it. Wait to see if any of the girls are pregnant. All of these things are important, Sharon, and we have not made love yet."

"Fred, I think you should ordered dinner."

"It is only 2:30 PM."

"Yes, I know. You are going to be very busy for the next 3 ½ hours, proving to both of us you want to marry me."

"What would you like for dinner?

"You order dinner, Fred. I'm going to bed to warm-up desert."

Fred looked at her as she wiggled her behind walking into the bedroom. He dropped the menu twice before he was able to contain the shaking of his hands. He began thinking of individual orders, and he said to hell with it, and ordered a party dinner for fourteen people that included steak, veal, roast beef, lobster, cracked crab, oysters, and prawns, along with all the side dishes, desserts and beverages they would need. He told them serving time would be 6:15 PM, and it would be casual.

He called the front desk, and told them he would be staying one more night. He wanted no calls, except for the Williams children this evening, and they would be going for a ride in their Mercedes later tonight. When he finished making these arrangements, he went into the bedroom and found Sharon heating up dessert, with her fingers.

He said to her, "I think dessert is done; it is time for a taste test."

Sharon turned towards him, brought her knees up to her chest, and spread them wide. Fred slipped his tongue between her swollen lips and heard Sharon take a deep breath. He lapped at her clit, teasing the little nodule out from under its hood, and slipped two fingers into her cunt to play with her G spot. He slid his body further up alongside her, until they were nearly inverted. He grabbed her legs and then turned completely in half. He removed his fingers, and replace them with his thumb, and began fucking her with it.

Sharon was approaching another organism, when she felt him biting the side of her leg and moving up towards the crook of her knee; the most ticklish spot on her body. His thumb was moving faster, his mouth was approaching that spot, and she was getting ready to cum. She was going to panic very soon.

His thumb moved to her clit, and worried it mercilessly and her hips left the bed. Her eyes never left his lips, but just as he neared the junction of her knee. He skipped over it, and began kissing her calf. With a sigh of relief, her head flew back, and she felt her orgasm begin to rise in her belly. His mouth left her leg, and moved to capture her clit between his lips. He moved his thumb back into her weeping hole, and fucked her with a circular grinding motion.

Sharon's hips were in sync, her eyes were glazed, and as she passed over the threshold again she screamed the name "Fred!" 

Fred was thrilled that she called out for him, but wondered how she would feel when she realized she had two of his fingers inside her asshole.

"Fred, you do know how to make a girl feel special."

"Thank you, Sharon, it is my pleasure to give you pleasure. How do my fingers feel?"

"My breasts are always sensitive and when your fingers touch my nipples, it is like fireworks going off in my head."

"I am not talking about those fingers, Sharon. I'm referring to the two fingers that I have in your ass."

He felt the muscles around her anus grip his fingers, relax, and then grip him again. She said, "Fred, you are pervert. Nothing is supposed to go up there, the Bible says so."

"I will bet you $1 million against your ten dollars, that it does not say that Sharon. I will even run down, and buy the Bible and show it to you after you make the bet. However, as part of the bet I get to fuck you there tonight also, after I prove you are wrong."

"Our priest always say that it is immoral to do those things."

"They say it, until ministers, like Jimmy Swaggart, or priests gets caught with his dick up some young girls or boy's ass, on film. Then they will make excuses for this behavior, and refer to some obscure passage in the Bible as they reinstate him so he can make more money from his television audience. Now, are you going to take that bet, and win $1 million? Or are you going to lose ten dollars and let me fuck you up your ass."

"I didn't bring any money with me."

"I will lend you the ten dollars, without any interest."

"You are too sure of yourself, Fred. If you want a piece of my ass, you are going to have to wait, until after we get married."

"I don't know why you have such a problem with it. Cindy and the girls took it very well."

"You fucked my babies in the ass?"

"Listen to that foul mouth of yours now. I think I like it."

"You are having a deleterious effect on me, Fred."

"You have been helping Danni study for English exams."

"How did you have any time to make love to my children? You seem to know as much about them as I do."

"I told you, Sharon, I am a trained observer. I see something or hear something once, and I have it memorized. I can repeat it back verbatim. It is what makes me very valuable to my owners."

"Are you sure they are going to let you go, when you are fifty?"

"All I can do is take their word, and hope they keep it. I have no choice in the matter. I didn't at the beginning; and I don't now?" 

"Fred, if you take your fingers out of my ass, I will blow you up and get you ready again."

"What would you do if I didn't tell you when I was ready?"

"Well, after I bit it, and scolded it for spitting at me, I would have to blow it up again."

"I think I would like that, except for the biting part."

"I wouldn't worry about that too much Fred, I have sensitive teeth."

"I also believe in an equal distribution of labor. I do not like lying idle while someone else is performing an arduous deed. So why don't we do a 71-2, and we will both enjoy ourselves."

"I like that plan Fred. Are you a top or a bottom?"

"I prefer being a bottom, if you don't mind."

"This will be new for me, my husband always wanted to be on top. He could always force his thing into my face from there."

"What did he force it into your face?"

"Don't start with me, Fred. You are the second man I have been in bed with in my entire life. You told me to go slow with Danni and even slower with Debbie. You are going to have to go slow with me."

"We are going to have a long distance relationship, Sharon. You will see much more of your children; then you will see of me. We will be going slowly, whether we want to or not."

"We will only be fifty Fred; young enough to live, and wise enough to stay out of trouble."

"Sharon, if you are doing what you said you were going to do, I couldn't hear you. However, I hear you, so you're not doing what you said you were going to be doing."

"Ouch! That was not supposed to happen until after it spit at you."

"That was to remind the person at the other end of this arrangement, to keep his eye on the ball."

"You see, Sharon, you have your quotes all wrong. You are supposed to keep your eyes on the ball's; I am supposed to keep my eyes on the prize."

"Whatever!"

"That's Cindy's line; couldn't you come up with anything more original?"

"Ouch! Stop that, or I will spank you."

"Don't you wish you could do that to me?"

Sharon felt him grab her around the waist, but before he was able to do anything else to her, she pushed her mouth over his dick, and down until he was buried deep in her throat. She didn't realize it was possible, but she smiled when he cried out, "BITCH!"

He had tortured her for more than an hour. It was her turn now. She nursed on his prong, withdrawing slowly, and using her tongue to keep it moisturized. Every time his hands touched her head, her teeth closed down on his dick. In no time at all, Fred got the message. This was a hands free assault on his manhood, and no assistance was necessary.

She had eight and one half inches of him in her mouth on every stroke. She gave him no quarter. She came all the way up and licked the slit at the top of his dick, and slowly, ever so slowly slid them down, until he was completely encompassed in her throat. 

Fred had been working so many hours it had been a very long time for him, until this weekend. The twins had been good for him, but none of them had been like their mother. None of them had taken him into their mouths, voluntarily, and he had not asked any of them to do it. Now, Sharon had his eyes crossing because of her expertise. She knew what she was doing to him and he was enjoying it too much. He wanted this to last as long as possible, and he started thinking about work. As his mind cleared of the sensuality of the moment, his eyes focused on the clam shaped object directly ahead of him. "Fred, how could you be so stupid. She wants to play King of the Hill, and you can't play that game alone. To hell with work; attack the gates of heaven."

Sharon was luxuriating in her impending victory over his cock when she felt him grab her thighs. She didn't think he was ready to cum, but she was not sure. When he jerked her hips down and sucked on her clit, she choked on his cock. She pulled her head back and took a deep breath. "You cock sucker, you could have at least warned me."

Fred didn't answer her; he kept nibbling and sucking on her cunt. He reinserted his thumb into her pussy and pumped it as fast as he could, until she was dripping like a waterfall. His fingers were rubbing over her asshole, threatening to invade that orifice at any second. His mouth was firmly suctioned to the upper portion of her pussy, and his tongue was moving over her distended clit mercilessly.

*****

Now, it was truly a race to the top of the mountain. Who would be crowned king or queen for-a-day, or the hour? Both were energized, both were determined, and neither would be denied. In the end, it did not matter, because they both won. He came deep in her throat and she splashed all over his head and face.


They were having a very good time at the arcade, when Danni asked Sandy if it would be okay with her if she got sick.

Sandy asked her what she had up her sleeve this time.

"I want to catch mom and Fred in the act. Actually, I'd like to join them. If we are not going to see, Fred for a very long time, I am going to miss him. We have to figure out a way to find out where he works so he can buy us a home close to it. That way we can go to school there, but we can also drive him to work and pick him up. If we can lighten his workload and make it easier on him, we can see him more often. We might be able to be more like a family; a little dysfunctional, but a family nonetheless. If am pregnant, I really do want him close to me."




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 09



"What are the chances of all of us being pregnant, Danni?"

"It happened to mom the first time."

"You did have to bring that up, didn't you?"

"You asked me, so I told you."

"Okay Danni, get sick and I will round up the girls."

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When she nipped him on the tip of his prick he laughed. He told her she would need an air hose to blow him up right now. He flipped her over onto her back and climbed on top of her.

Sharon asked, "What happened to the air hose?"

"It will be around sooner or later. However, did you ever know of four teenage girls who listened to instructions exactly?"

"Are you saying my darling little girls would try to sneak back up here and try to catch us in the act?"

"There is no doubt in my mind. Why don't we shower, get dressed, sit on the veranda, and have some coffee. They will probably run in thinking we are in the middle of screwing our brains out, and we will catch them instead. I will call the front desk have them inform us when they are on their way up."

"Fred, I really believe what you said about yourself. You know how people tick and how they think. You will one-step ahead of everyone else."

They were just barely out of the shower when the phone rang, advising them the girls were in the lobby. The manager said that Danni was ill, which was the reason they were back so early. 

Fred told the manager to keep them there for five minutes. He was getting the house Doctor to look over Danni. The girls tried to argue their way out of it, but it was no use. After the allotted time was up, the manager told the girls, the doctor was on another call and he would have him call the penthouse, when he was free.

The girls ran to the elevator and went over there plans to attack their mother and Fred, while they were in bed. Quiet as church mice, they slid the card into the door, opened it, and slid inside. Not wanting to take a chance of being heard, they undressed where they were, and in single file, they walked slowly to the bedroom door. At the count of three, they screamed, charged into the room, and jumped on the bed.

Cindy yelled, "They fooled us, they are in the other bedroom." The girls ran out of the master suite into the second bedroom, and no one was there, either. 

Sandy noticed the living room drapes blowing and walked out on the veranda, followed by her sisters.

"What are you two doing out here, mom?"

"We are doing what adults do, darling. We are having coffee and talking. However, I am sure our neighbors are enjoying the sight of four naked young women standing here talking with us."

"Mom, no one can see us up here; it is much too high."

Fred pointed to the hotel across the street and said, "Sandy, would you waive to those eight young gentlemen, staring at you from the Marriott Hotel. They were playing tennis, but the sight of you four standing there has made them want to play a different game."

The girls looked and saw the men waving their tennis rackets at them. Instead of shrieking and running back inside, they stood there and waved back.

Fred said to Sharon, "I guess you're right; they are ready to screw everything in sight. I will send those gentlemen the number to our penthouse and have all of them come up."

Sandy said, "You wouldn't dare."

"If you are going to act like a trollop, I am going to treat you like one. Make up your mind."

"It was only a joke, Fred."

"This kind of joke gets you raped, and killed. Don't you ever do something that stupid again! Go inside, get dressed, and sit down on the couch. Your mother and I have something we want to discuss with the four of you."

Dejected, the girls walked into the living room, and awaited the verbal tongue-lashing they thought they were going to get; plus whatever news Fred and their mother had decided upon as to their future together, or apart.

Sharon said, "Fred let's strip and go in there and knock their panties off. You and I both know they wanted to join us in bed. After we tell them what we have decided to do, we will order them to sit on the couch and listen to us make love. They are not to touch themselves; or each other while we are in the bedroom. If we catch them doing so, there will be no sex for three months. If we catch them in the middle of an orgasm, there would be no sex for six months. If we catch them touching each other, they will be separated into different homes for one year, even if they are pregnant. After the screaming and yelling is done, you will threaten them with giving them back to your owners; that will shut them up. We will go into the bedroom and start making love. After I come in first time, I will continue ranting and raving about you still being in me and pumping harder, while you go out and check on the girls. Yell something at them that you know will get them in here in one second to be with us, and we will have a free-for-all. What do you think Fred?"

 "Sharon, I love you, and I love all of your daughters because of what you made them. If we do this once, there will be no end to it. Are you absolutely sure this is what you want?"

"I am taking the girls to the doctor when we get home this week. If they are not pregnant, they are going on the pill. If they are pregnant, they will start their prenatal care. Do we know how to contact you?"

"Yes, I inserted half the message into Sandy and the other half into Cindy, just in case they were checked by a doctor after this weekend. They will not be, since I purchased all of you from my owners."

"Inserted; that sounds ominous. Exactly where did you insert it?"

"Exactly where your mind is thinking I did."

"Fred, you are horrible; ingenious, but horrible."

"Cindy didn't seem to think so."

"Cindy would not think a rock thrown at her head would be a bad thing either."

"The girls must be wondering what is keeping us. Let's go in there and give them a lesson to live by." Fred helped Sharon up; they undressed quickly, getting more shouts from the men on top of the Marriott. They waved, and walked inside to the startled looks of four teenaged girls.

32. Knots and Not's

Susan walked out of her front door to greet Patricia, when she arrived. She asked, "How are you feeling, Patty? I would guess it is not one of your best days."

Patricia patted Susan's expanding abdomen and said, "You would be surprised Susan. I am not as upset as I thought I might be. I did what I do best; I analyzed the subject from every angle and came up with a logical conclusion. Our marriage would not have worked, and I would never have asked for a divorce. I am too proud to admit defeat. I would have stayed with him, and tried to change him, regardless of how long it took. I would have ruined my life if I married him today, and that is why I am here, instead of there."

"Patty, I have six bedrooms, twelve horses, and 350 acres of land for you to play on. I just have one thing to warn you about before you step inside. There is a dead man walking around my house, and you are never to mention it to anyone, with the exception of your father."

Patricia's eyes opened wide, and she saw Susan start to grin. "Alan; Alan is alive?"

"No, Alan is dead. I have a dead man walking around my house, Patricia."

"I watched you on television. You should be an actress, you were magnificent."

"Wait until you see him, and you will know why."

"Elmore, bring Patty's bags to the west bedroom. I want her to see the sun setting over the mountains."

"Okay Susan, did you hear what the squad is getting Sergeant as a wedding present?"

"We have had enough killing around here for two generations, Elmore. Please tell me he is not going to want to kill the entire police force."

"We are going to take the precaution of removing the firing pin from his gun, just in case. We ordered a nose ring from a cowboy catalog: the kind they put through the inside a bulls noses. We had it plated in gold, and inscribed with the saying, "A DYING BREED."

"Elmore, I believe you guys outdid yourself. It is perfect."

"It was Amanda's idea."

"What else would be new?"

"Come on Patricia; let me introduce you to the dead man."

"Alan, where the fuck are you?"

"Where am I at 8:30 every morning? It must be the treadmill, because I hate this fucking machine."

"As you can see Patty, he is as congenial as ever."

Patricia looked at Alan and gasped. "Alan, you are skin and bones. What happened to you?"

"Do all women have defective memories? You were there when it happened. I saved your lives, and nearly lost mine."

"Don't let him play on your sympathies, Patty. He is just hungry, and he cannot eat until he finishes his thirty minutes on the treadmill."

"I need to know what happened to him, no one told us anything, except he died of multiple gunshot wounds. Then we saw the pictures you received, while we were in the airplane. He was smiling and laughing, and we thought you were fine. What happened, please tell me, I have to know."

"Let me take you up to your room and help you unpack. After you freshen up, Alan will have finished his time on the treadmill, and I will have breakfast ready. He will tell you the entire gruesome story his way, and then I will tell you the truth."

"You are trying to ruin my day and it is not even 9 o'clock yet."

Susan replied, "You ruin my day every time you wake up in the morning, and I can't get laid. I am so horny, I am thinking about bringing in a pinch hitter."

"Guys, have a little pity on me, please. After twenty-two years as a virgin, I was supposed to make love for the first time tonight. Yesterday, I find out my fiancé believes in old world Italian values, where a woman should be seen and not heard, while in public. So instead of losing my virginity tonight, I am going to be looking out a window at mountains. For the first time in my life I was looking forward to having sex, because I was so in love with my man. Now I have no prospects at all. So if you would save your arguments over getting laid, for another time, I would appreciate it."

"Patty, this is only friendly banter for us. We are sorry if we hurt you. It will not happen again. Let's go take care of your clothes, and we will sit down to breakfast." Susan gathered Patricia into her arms and led her up the stairs. It did not take long to put her things away. 

Alan was stepping off the treadmill as they came downstairs. He kissed Patty and Susan, and told them he would be down, after he showered.

As they were eating breakfast, Alan gave his soliloquy of what happened at the hospital, up to the point where he passed out. Susan picked up at that point, and told Patricia what she had found out from nurse Callaway. When all the explanations were completed, Patricia was aghast, but so happy that Alan was safe and alive. 

"According to Stephano, the guy inside the Justice Department has told the families that you are dead. They have checked everything out, from the hospital records, newspaper clippings, cemetery registers, and the gravesite. I don't believe they will be looking for you, ever again, but I would keep your new appearance, just in case. Do not go back to looking like Alan Robbins. Someone may catch on, and it could start someone asking questions again. This whole mess started because someone I knew from college bumped into me accidentally. I can see one problem already. The FBI is paying you your full benefits. That means it goes through the Treasury Department. If two people know a secret; it is no longer a secret. I will contact Michael, and warn him about it. He may be able to explain it away, because of the circumstances of your death. However, it is better to have that in writing, before someone asks, then after they start asking questions. My father has more money than he knows what to do with, and I have $64 million sitting in the bank myself. You do not need the government's money. We can set you up for life and keep you safe."

Susan smiled. "I know this house and this ranch may not look like much, but I keep it this way, because I love the way my grandparents built it. I do not need your money, I do not need Alan's money, I have plenty of money of my own, and I am managing Sergeant Money also. He does not have to work. He just does not know what he would do with himself, if he didn't work. Our money started in the 1800s, with the silver rush, and our great, great, great grandparents invested wisely and bought large pieces of land that backed up to the Grand Canyon, Colorado River, and every other waterway in this state. We are quite wealthy ourselves, but thank you for the offer."

"So that's what those thingies were by your computer?"

"Alan, if you weren't so weak I would beat the shit out of you. They are prospectuses, trading forms, and account information on stocks, bonds, mutual funds, and commodities that I trade either electronically or by phone. You said you didn't want to pry into my personal life, even after we were married. I should have hit you then, because it is not my personal life. It is our lives, and this little one in here. You had better start studying these things, because if I die in childbirth, you have to take over."

Alan took her hand in his and squeezed it, until she yelled. "If you die in childbirth, I am going to come after you, and kill you just for the hell of it. I am going to give our child to Cassie, and Sergeant, and haunt you for eternity. You are not leaving me, just like Sergeant would not let me leave you."

"What are you talking about now, Alan?"

"I don't know, I just remembered him yelling at me that I was taking the easy way out. He kept telling me, he was not going to let me leave you, and the baby. Then I heard this really loud sound, and that's all I remember."

"I am going to kill that son of a bitch. That is what he has been hiding from me. He called you back from the nearly dead, because he doesn't want me to be alone again. You may have been dead, or you may have been touch and go; however, that bastard yelled to you that you were still needed here, ordered you to come back to take care of me. That is why he said, I am no longer allowed to aggravate you. I will teach that son of a bitch a lesson he will never forget."

Alan laughed at her. She was fire engine red. He wanted to diffuse the situation, so he asked her if Sergeant had eaten that bagel, yet.

Susan was in the middle of swallowing her coffee, when he asked and the coffee stuck in her throat. She coughed, and Patty started pounding on her back, as Alan laughed.

As she recovered, she looked at Alan with daggers in her eyes.

"I will take that as a yes. Was it the bride-to-be's bagel or someone else's?"

"If you say that to Cassie, the real Alan Robbins will be in that cemetery plot."

Patricia asked, "Do I want to know what is so funny about a bagel?"

"Patty, you told us not to include you in anything involving sex. My husband came up with a novel description of a part of the female anatomy, using a bagel, cream cheese, and/or sour cream. Trust me when I say, you do not want me to explain it to you."

"The five families of the New York mob looked for my father and mother for twenty years and could not find them. I found my father, in less than thirty minutes. I will find out what these items have to do with each other, in short order."

"That is fine with us Patty. It is better that you find out for yourself, then either one of us, explaining it to you."

"Susan, do you have a Wi-Fi set up or do I have to plug my computer in to a telephone outlet?"

"My whole house is a Wi-Fi hotspot. You will have no problem connecting to the Internet from anywhere up to a quarter of a mile away from here. Let me write down the code for you, so you can sign in on it."

Patricia had been working on a bagel problem, on her laptop for more than two hours. Susan was working on her computer doing her financials, and Alan was resting on the porch.

The silence was broken when Patricia yelled, "Alan, you are gross."

He yelled from the porch, "It took you longer to figure it out, than it did to find your father."

"I know what a man looks like, Alan. I had to compare every part of the female anatomy to a bagel. It did not immediately occur to me that I would have to cut it in half, and turn it on its side to get the appropriate view. Then I had to figure out what cream cheese and sour cream had in common. That was the hardest part. I was about to give up, when I said to myself, "He wins; there is no sense crying over spilt milk." That image gave me the answer. You are a sick man Alan Robbins."

"Yes, I know, but Susan loves me that way."

 "Do you happen to have a brother?"

"Yes, but he's a priest."

"It hasn't mattered to a lot of them, lately."

"Jamie is a straight shooter. He would kill himself, before he hurt a child."

"How much would you like to bet, Alan?" 

"Betting is a sin. How about one dollar and it goes to charity?"

"One dollar it is, Alan. When can I seduce your brother?"

"He is in Rome; so he is safe from you, for a while."

"He needs to be safe from me, Alan. I thought I had to be safe from him."

"I believe you talk a good game, Patricia. It is time to put up, or shut up."

"I agree, however, the guy you want to 'put it in me' is 7000 miles away. So I am safe at this moment, and so is he. Goodnight all, I am going to bed, all by myself, again."

As she lay down in bed Patricia looked out at the mountains and she was lonely. She missed the last few days of sleeping in bed with Stephano. For the first time in her life she lay down in bed with a man, and he had honored her wishes. She had done things with him she never thought she would do before she was married. She loved Stephano, with all her heart, but her heart was not stronger than her brain. Her brain told her there was a problem that at this point was insurmountable, unless he changed his attitude towards women. She decided she would call him and see what he had to say.

"Hello Stephano, it's me."

"You're late."

"I know. I guess you got my letter; what do you think?"

"I think you ripped my heart out. I waited at the church for you, and you were no-show."

"You were so sure of yourself, you probably bet your mother I would be there, until 9:59 AM. You never gave it one chance in one thousand that I would ever disappoint you. Your superior male attitude would never think otherwise. You never thought you did anything wrong, which is part of your problem. You don't think there is problem, so therefore there is no problem. Your mother saw it right away. It was the same attitude she lived with every day of her married life. You are your father, Stephano, and if you ever want us to get back together, you are going to have to change. I cannot help you. No one can. It is something only you can do for yourself. I have spoken to many people since my wedding day; you may have said the same thing over and over again. The only way a man can change is if he wants to."

"I got that same speech from my mother, Patricia. I told her the same thing I am going to tell you, "How can you change when you don't know what you are doing wrong?"

"That's easy Stephano, take a voice activated tape recorder with you, and listen to how you speak to people during the day. Listen to how abrupt you are with women, and how friendly you are with men. When you order lunch from your server you are very curt. If it happens to be a waiter listen to how smooth your voice is. I miss you, Stephano. I am in bed by myself, and I don't want to be. I so wanted to be lying next to you, but loving you was not enough. You did not respect me when we were in public. You treated your mother the same way your father treated her. In public, it was like she was not there. I will not be treated like an afterthought. I love you, Stephano; I hope you will call me soon."




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 10







Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 10



"You still have not told me the good part, Fred."

"I am going to go away for a week or two in May. I will go to Yale and Harvard. I will pick out my new assistant. The Best Part is I will be doing this on 'Company Time, using Company Money.' You see, I may not have played this game before, but I have watched everyone else play it. Now, Sharon and I are going to enjoy following your dictates. Thank you so much, Mister Attorney General, for helping me to understand that there is more to life than serving you, this office, and work."

"Michael, what has happened to my assistant? I should never have told him to buy a new car. This is my fault. I cannot wait to meet his fiancée and her daughters. Why don't you bring your wife and your two girls, also? It should make for a very interesting Friday evening."

"When and where Clark, I would not miss this for the world."

"My home, 6 PM, dinner will be served at 7 PM."

"Excellent! I need a word with you in your office, if you have a moment."

"Fred, you can go to work now. All the jokes are now completed. You may work until 8 o'clock tonight. Guards will come and kick your butt out at 8:01 PM."

"Thank you for that warning, Clark."

"That is 'Sir' to you sonny!"

"Sorry about that 'dad.'"

"Wiseass."

"What is it Michael; what is on your mind?"

"I don't think it's him. It has to be him, but I don't think so. He has had every opportunity to go for the safe, and he doesn't even look at the dam wall. It's not like he's trying to avoid it, because there are no tells. He comes in here, he does his job, and he's gone. He's like a fucking machine. I'm beginning to wonder if there is another camera in here, keeping tabs on the room. However, Stephano specifically said they were paying a person 'a ton of money' and he was so close to you, he could wipe your ass.' The only person that has that opportunity is Fred. I think someone is feeding us a 'Red Herring.' It can't be, Stephano, because it happened shortly after the first trial, and the Dons were exuberant at that time. His father is turning state's evidence, and Stephano is going to testify, also. That is another reason for him not to lie to us. Who is this mystery man? Who else comes into this room that you know so well. Hell, I am only in this room once or twice a month, and I'm not going to wipe your ass anytime soon."

Clark laughed, "Michael, I was just going to bend over for you, and you've ruined my day. Could Fred have seen the cameras or the recorders?"

"No, he never looks for anything. As I said before, he brings your paperwork in, places it up on your desk, brings anything you have finished out of the office, and continues doing his work. If he had accepted your offer and quit, you would need 3 people to replace him."

"Don't tell him that, he will want two assistants. Let me know how the vetting process goes on Sharon Williams. I hope there is nothing in her background that causes Fred to have to make a decision on leaving her or leaving here. Either way, he will be devastated."

"It should take about 2 weeks to look into it. I won't give you any promises, but from what you told me about her, I don't think there will be any problems."

Fred knocked on the door, and asked to come into the room. He was carrying an armload of papers for the Attorney General's approval and signature.

"God dammit Fred, my desk was looking good for a few minutes."

"I know, Sir, I left these in my vault over the weekend. They were supposed to be on your desk Monday, but I shirked my responsibility, and took my first personal day off in 9 years. I felt honor bound to give them to you immediately. Also, your desk is exactly the way I left it on Friday. You did not get any work done yesterday, which means you have some catching up to do." 

"Fred, what color shorts am I wearing?"

"It is Tuesday Sir; they would be white with the blue pinstripe."

"How would you know that?"

"Every time you take off your jacket Sir, you pull your shirt out the back of your pants, and display the top of your underwear. You could avoid this by spending more money on your shirts, and less money on your suits."

The director of the FBI couldn't control himself. "When you fire him, send him to me. I could use an agent as observant as he is."

"Fire him, HELL, I am going to get someone from the CIA, and hide him in one of those prison camps overseas for the rest of his natural life."

"Can Sharon come with me, sir?"

"I cannot believe you are not gay. For the longest time, the entire office was sure you were."

"It was the only way I knew I could save money. I watched my dad run his garment factory for years. One year it was boom, and the next, it was bust. Everyone assumed he was wealthy, because he owned business, but he was barely squeaking by. That is how I learned my lesson. You save every penny you can, because you never know when you are going to need it."

Michael Free asked Fred, "If I checked into your finances, how much money would I find you had?"

"Sir, if you are asking permission to look into my finances, you have it. I have a little more than $200,000 in savings, and my IRA. You have my permission to look into my tax returns, if you want. I have nothing to hide. My job is too important to me to do anything stupid. I would never do anything to besmirch the reputation of this office, and the man who leads it."

"Thank you Fred, I will have the IRS send you the appropriate forms. It will help in Sharon's vetting process."

"Mister Free, there is no need to go through the IRS. I can pull the form off their website. I can have it for you in two or three minutes."

"Do it Fred, and I will wait here with the General."

As soon as Fred closed the door to the office, the director of the FBI said, "It is not him. I will stake my reputation on it. Everything we ask of him, he does instantly and without reservation. He is so devoted to you; he would take a bullet for you, rather than see you hurt."

"Let's hope that never comes to pass."

Fred knocked on the door a few moments later, and handed a signed IRS form to the Director and a copy of it to his boss. He also handed both men a letter he drafted giving the FBI complete access to his financial information, with bank account and IRA numbers. He had even had it notarized by a secretary, in the office.

Fred said, "If we are finished, I have a ton of paperwork to go through, and only until 8 PM to do it."

Clark Atwater said to his protégé, "8 PM Fred, not 8:01 PM, I want you rested for tomorrow."

"Yes, sir, I will follow your orders to a 'T.'"

Michael Free said to the General, "I should just tear these two pieces of paper up. We will find nothing out of order here. He will be as clean as new snow."

35. Contrition

Stephano looked at his lists, and wondered why Patricia had put up with him this long. When he looked at the things he thought he had done for her, he had actually done them for himself trying to bring her closer to him. Everything he did for him had the same result. When he put down the reasons he wanted to marry her, they were all superficial. None had anything to do with her intelligence. Only once did he say to her that they would set up a business, where they could be together all the time. It was actually a ploy so he could keep an eye on her all the time. He would be the one to do all the communications with people, and she would be doing all the computer programming in the background. When he listed the reasons she would want to marry him. He only came up with one, "She loved him." When he looks over the lists he said, "If I was Patty, I would still be running away." He picked up his cell phone and called her.

"Patricia, can we meet on neutral territory; I would like to talk to you for a while."

"I guess you made your lists?"

"Yes, I did."

"Come to Susan's house, we can talk in the barn."

"I will be there shortly."

Patricia told Alan and Susan, that Stephano was coming, and she was going to talk to him outside. Alan asked her if she wanted his gun, and she said no. Susan put her rifle on the table, just in case.

Patricia laughed. "Susan, we are only going to talk."

"Patty, if I hear screaming, I am not going out there unarmed. If he is hurting you, he is going down."

"Please do not hit any important parts. Our relationship may be salvageable. You and Alan yell at each other all the time, and there has been no gunplay in this house."

"You take a lot of fun out of shooting a man, Patty."

"I do want to get laid this century, and with all my heart, I hope it is him."

"You have it bad for that bastard; even after all he has done to you."

"Susan, look at the prize you have. He died on you, and you still love him. In all recorded history, only one other man has died and been resurrected from the dead. They started a new religion for him, because of him."

"Are you saying that I am going to have to genuflect in front of Alan?"

"No, that would not be enough for him. He would want you to strip naked, and lay face up on the floor to honor him." 

Alan said, "Do you see how well women know me. What she forgot to tell you, was only women under forty would be allowed in my religion. They would have to keep their pubic area completely shaved, at all times, because I love eating bagels."

Patricia snarled at him, "Alan, you are so gross."

He replied, "I left out the cream cheese and sour cream, didn't I?"

Susan said, "Patty, don't humor him, he will drive you crazy, and I am almost there."

Alan heard car tires crunching on the gravel roadway and told Patricia that Stephano had arrived. He wished her luck, and told her not to give in, because she loved him. Be stern and make him earn her love, and respect.

She walked towards the barn and called out to Stephano, who turned and saw her.

"I thought you would be inside waiting for me."

"I guess my waiting days are over, Stephano. Let's go inside, I want to hear what you have to say."

She entered the barn and turned on the lights. She pointed to a bale of hay for him to sit on, and she picked one far enough away from him, and sat on it. She did not say a word.

Stephano was used to her starting their conversations, and when she didn't, he began tripping over his tongue.

She said, "Stop. You can do better than that. Collect yourself, and begin again."

He looked at her and said, "You are going to be a bitch about this, aren't you?"

"You can leave now. You have started on the wrong foot, and it is not going to get any better." She stood up and began walking out of the barn, when he asked her if she would please stop."

Patricia turned and asked him why she should stay with him, if she was such a bitch?

He put his head down for one second, and when he brought it up, and looked into her eyes, he said, "Because I love you."

She laughed, and it hurt him to his core. 

"When did this occur to you, Stephano? When you cried to your mother? When you made up your lists, and found out that you gave me nothing and took everything for granted? When did this bolt of lightning strike, you?"

"Honestly?"

"Honesty is a very good place to start, and an excellent place to end."

"It was when you kissed Felix."

Patricia laughed, and Stephano saw red. "It was a last second decision by Sergeant. He called his friend and told him to do it. He knew it would get your blood boiling and he was right."

"I don't know about my blood boiling, but I am very glad he was the one with the gun. I was out of my mind with jealousy. Then you dismissed me from the store, and had him show me out. You were all I could think about, until I started walking back to the hotel. Then, as I calmed down, I focused on what you said about the suits, and my behavior. I spoke to your father, and my mother, and did a lot of thinking. As I worked on the computer, I realized what an ass I was. I looked at both sides of the ledger, and I could not believe my eyes. What I did for me was nearly a page long. What I thought I did for you had one item. When I did the reasons why I wanted to marry you, I had a list of items, but none of them had anything to do with how smart and talented you were. When I tried to figure out why you would want to marry me, there was only one item, and you kept repeating it over and over again: You Love Me. I could not think of any other reason you would want to marry me. I did not do anything to make you happy. You are afraid of my hands. I treated you like shit in public. Why would you want to be with me? After going over everything in my mind, I determined, if I were you, I would still be running away from me."

Before Patricia could answer him, Alan screamed from the house that he needed help with Susan. Patricia and Stephano ran to find Susan on the floor, with blood between her thighs.

Stephano asked, "What happened?"

"I don't know. I was in the other room, when she screamed. I found her here. I cannot pick her up. I have to get her to the hospital, now."

Patricia said, "Alan, give me the keys to the Dodge. I will back it up to the front door, and we will put her in the back cabin. Stephano, get blankets, and pillows; they are upstairs. Alan, you stay with Susan."

Everyone did their job quickly, and they were ready to move Susan into the back of the Dodge moments later. Alan wanted to help, but he was too weak. Stephano and Patricia lifted Susan up carefully, carried her out the front door, and placed her on the blankets that were on the back lift-gate. Stephano got in, and pulled Susan all the way into the front of the cabin.

Patricia yelled, "Alan, you are shotgun, strap yourself in. Stephano, you stay with Susan, and hold her tight. I am driving."

He replied, "Oh shit!"

She screamed, "I will get you for that."

Patricia jumped into the front seat, and punched the accelerator of the Dodge to the floor. The huge Hemi-Engine roared down the road towards 89A like a stallion given its head for the first time. 

Alan used his cell phone to call the Verde Valley Hospital to let them know they were on their way, and Susan was bleeding vaginally. A police car saw the Dodge flyby at 105 miles an hour and took off after it.

Elmore was sitting at Sergeant's desk, and heard the call. He recognized the license plate number, and told the officer in pursuit to assist the car, not to stop it.

He knew Sergeant and Cassandra were packing for their trek into the Grand Canyon, but he assumed something was wrong. He called them on his cell.

"Elmore, I am on vacation, you handle it."

"Sergeant, I just wanted to tell you that Alan's truck was seen doing over 100 miles an hour heading for the hospital. I don't know what is wrong, but it has to be something important."

Sergeant closed his phone, and said, "Fuck, its Susan."

Cassandra looked up and said, "What is it?"

Sergeant grabbed her hand and said, "Come with me, I think Susan is having the baby."

Cassandra replied, "It's too soon; it's much too soon."

"Tell that to the fucking baby."

Sergeant got into his truck with Cassandra, and headed for the hospital. As soon as he turned onto Main Street, he had a police escort, and they were flying.

As Patricia turned into the emergency bays, a triage team was already waiting. As gently as they could they pulled Susan from the back of the truck and put her on a gurney. They saw the blood on the sheets and blankets and called the blood bank for five units of blood. Susan's obstetrician had been called and was on her way. The Neonatal team was called, because Susan was only in her twenty-ninth week of pregnancy. 

They did not take Susan into the emergency room. They brought her up to the surgery pre-op area, as a precaution. They prepared her for a C-section, as well as a vaginal delivery. Monitors replaced on her stomach to check on the health of the baby, as well as its position.

After an Ultra-sound of her abdomen they knew Susan's placenta had ruptured from the wall of her uterus. Her doctor would have a tenuous decision to make. The baby was viable, but just barely. They could chance continuing the pregnancy as long as Susan maintained complete bed rest. However, she could go into severe shock, due to extreme blood loss. Both patient and baby could die instantly. Susan was in a category of extreme risk because of her age, as well as this being her first child. 

Alan and Stephano had no idea what was going on. Patricia, on the other hand, had commandeered a white lab coat and a computer. In less than three minutes, she knew more than she wanted to know."

She joined the men outside the preop area, and Alan asked her where she got the coat. She said she was cold and one of the security men gave it to her. 

Alan reminded her that he worked for the FBI and could tell a liar from a tire in a second or less.

Patricia said, "If you know I'm lying, why did you ask me?"

"I want the answer about my wife, before I have to beat it out of you."

A voice he knew too well yelled, "Robbins, what are you doing in my hospital?"

"I came here to bust your balls Callalily."

"That's very nice of you Robbins. Why did my superiors send me here to hold your hand?"

"They probably knew you were turning into an iceberg, and wanted me to heat you up."

"That is very nice of you Alan. It was either that, or you are constipated, and you needed a hand with your enemas, again."

"You keep your hands away from my ass, Callaway. I just got finished ridding myself of the frostbite."

"How is Susan doing Alan?"

"I was hoping you could tell me, Callaway."

"I will be right out; don't get your tits in a ringer."

"Callaway, let's not talk about tits, right now."

"It's nice to have you back Robbins. I haven't had a good argument in weeks."

Stephano asked, "What is it with you people? Do you argue all the time?"

Patricia said, "Stephano, you are as blind as a bat. They are not arguing with each other, they are baiting one another. They are friends, believe it or not, and this is how they get a rise of one another. You would not believe some of the things that go on between them. It helps release the tension of everyday life, and it brings fun into it. You should have been in the room with them the day he got her so angry she hit the surgeon that saved his life. It was the funniest thing I ever heard about."

Alan said, "Thanks Patricia, I just remembered I owe her a favor. I will remind her when she comes out."

Callaway came out as pre-op with a face that did not make Alan fill with confidence. "What is going on, Callaway. What is wrong, with my Susan?"

"Alan, I will not lie to you, she is in trouble, and so is the baby. Her placenta has pulled away completely from her uterus. They are transfusion her, but the bleeding has not stopped. Her doctor has just shown up, but the anesthesiologist is not here yet. There are nurses in there that have assisted him many times, but they have never done it alone. If he is not here soon, we could lose both of them."

"Callaway, you bring me whatever the paperwork I need to sign to have those nurses do whatever they have to do, to save my wife. If they can save the child, fine, but don't let anything happen to Susan."

"I will tell them to start, and bring you the paperwork, afterwards."

Callaway ran into the preop area, and told them to begin the procedure. She grabbed the paperwork and brought it out to Alan. He signed each page, and Callaway ran back into the OR and showed the documents to the doctor.

Before Susan was completely under the anesthetic, the doctor made the first incision. Her first command was for suction to clear the area of blood, and there was a great deal of it. The next incision was very tenuous, because the placenta was completely wrapped around the baby. Very gently, she used the forceps to pull it away from the baby's head and made a small incision. There was more blood inside, which had to be suctioned out. The doctor completed the incision, pulled the two-pound infant from Susan's body. Thankfully, the umbilical cord was still attached. She tied it off, and sliced it between the knots. She cleared the baby's mouth and nose, and shook it, to get it to cry. It did not. She handed the little boy to the Neonatal nurses for them to do their job.




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 10



She returned to do hers, which was to save Susan's life. She removed the placenta, and looked for the areas that were bleeding along her uterus. There were so many, and choosing an area to start was difficult. She reverted to her training. She started on the left side, and worked her way across to the right; sealing each one as she went across. Susan's blood pressure kept falling, and the Doctor could not find the reason for it. She called for an x-ray and an ultrasound immediately.

The doctor heard the baby cry, and after she looked at the ultrasound, she made her decision. "I'm sorry Susan, but no more children for you."

"She told the staff to prepare for a hysterectomy."

The nurses removed the instruments for the delivery of a baby and brought new trays of instruments to the table.

The anesthesiologist ran into the room and was clothed in a green gown and gloves. "Am I too late?"

"The baby is out, but I have to perform a hysterectomy. Your nurses did a great job, but I am happy that you are here."

"I got behind a police car and another idiot on their way here; that is the only way I made it."

He looked at the instruments and checked everything is nurses had done. He looked at them and said, "I should have stayed in bed. You guys are so well-trained, you don't need me anymore."

"His senior nurse said, "Does that mean you are going to give us that raise?"

"You bet your ass it does. Let's get to work. Sit here and I will monitor you."

The nurse said, "Holy shit, you weren't kidding."

The obstetrician began to work of removing Susan's uterus. She was never happy removing a woman's reproductive system, but this was the only way she had of saving Susan's life.

Callaway was going back and forth, between the OR and Alan keeping him informed of what was going on in there. First news, she came out with was that he had a son.

Alan's reaction was, "How Is my Susan?"

"I don't know Alan; they are still working on her."

Sergeant, charged into the group with Cassandra at his side, and said, "What the heck is going on?"

Alan was in no mood to talk to him, so Patricia gave him a running dialogue.

"Is she going to be alright?"

Patricia said, "We don't know."

Sergeant roared in anguish. He pulled Alan from his chair and said, "You son of a bitch, you had to go and get her pregnant." He reared back, swung his right hand at Allen head, and knocked him out."

Cassandra, and Patricia yelled, "No!"

Sergeant was about to pick Alan up and hit him again, when Stephano tackled him to the ground. "Are you out of your fucking mind? 

A nurse came out here, and told him he had a son, and he did not care. The only thing he asked was 'How is my Susan?' He is devastated and you come in here and blame him for it. If she dies, he will be next."

Callaway came out to tell everyone the good news, and saw Alan lying on the floor. "What the fuck is going on here?"

Sergeant replied, "I thought I was going to lose Susan, and I blamed him for getting her pregnant. I hit him, and he has not moved since."

Callaway reached for her hospital cell phone and called a code red at pre-op.

The preop nurses were only feet away and they responded first. The emergency team was there moments later. The resident ordered an MRI to be done immediately. Alan was put onto a gurney and taken away.

Callaway looked Sergeant in the eye and said, "Susan is going to be fine, you idiot. They stopped the bleeding and she will be in postop in an hour. I hope you are happy. What are you going to tell her when she asks for her husband?"

"I don't know, I really don't know."

He turned around and looked at Cassandra, who had the coldest look on her face he had ever seen." I am sorry my love. The thought of losing her was more than I could bear."

Cassandra's face softened, and took her husband into her arms as he began to cry.

Stephano said quietly to Patricia, "In all my life, I have never seen anything like this. Strong men collapsing at the thought of losing, or hurting a woman."

"Really loving someone brings a lot of joy into your life. It also brings a lot of pain and sorrow. I thought you would begin to realize that by now."

"I realized that when I talked with my mother. It is different when you see it happen for yourself. You stay here; I am going to check on Alan."

Stephano followed the signs to Radiology and asked where Alan was. An aide took him to the area, and told him to wait. The radiologist came out and asked him who he was. Stephano was smart enough to say, "I am his brother."

The doctor asked, "What the hell hit him?"

"From where I was Doctor, it looked like a truck."

"It is probably what it felt like to him, also. He has a fractured skull. He is going to be here for a while. His brain is swelling, due to the force of whatever hit him. We are going to watch this very closely, and keep him in a coma, until we can determine if surgery is needed to reduce the pressure inside his skull. He is lucky to be alive."

"Is there anything we can do for him?"

"Yes, pray that nothing else goes wrong."

"Where will he be taken from here, Doctor?"

"We will take him to intensive care, where we will monitor him for his brain functions."

"Thank you for the information doctor; I will tell the family." 

When Stephano turned the corner and walked towards everyone waiting for word on Susan, all eyes turned to him. His eyes focused on Sergeant

"You almost killed him, a little higher and he would be dead. You cracked his skull. His brain is swelling and they are hoping nothing else happens. I should call the police have you arrested for attempted murder."

Patricia took his arm and said, "Please Stephano, don't do that. There has been enough pain and suffering here today."

"I am not calling them Patty. There is no sense doing that to Susan. Have we heard anything new?"

"We have not heard anything since Ms. Callaway's last update."

A nurse came out of the surgical doors and said, "Both mother and child are doing fine. The baby is in the premmie area, because of his birth weight, but you can see him through the windows. The husband can see Susan, now."

Stephano said, "The husband had an accident, will her brother do?"

"Yes, the brother can go see her."

Cassandra pushed Sergeant towards the door to give him the message that he was the brother. He still had no idea what he was going to tell Susan. He followed the nurse to the post-op area, and found her talking to her doctor. When she saw him instead of Alan, he said, "You fucking idiot, what did you do now?"

The Doctor said, "Susan, you just had a major operation. You stay calm, or I will sedate you."

"Doctor, you better get your needle ready. That asshole cousin of mine did something to my husband. I can read it on his face."

"Susan, you have to forgive me. When I got to the hospital, everything was going downhill. The reports were all bad, they could not stop the bleeding, and I thought I was going to lose you. I blamed Alan, because he got you pregnant. I picked him up and hit him. I did not mean to hurt him like I did, but I hurt him bad. He is in intensive care because I cracked his skull.

The Doctor did not wait any longer. She jabbed the needle into Susan's IV line with Valium, added Demerol to help her with the pain, and to help her sleep.

Susan was cursing a blue streak Sergeant, but within a few seconds her speech started to slur. She was still looking at Sergeant through hazy eyes when she said, "You... are... so...fuckin...luc..."

The doctor checked her pulse and respiration and Susan was peacefully asleep. She looked at Sergeant and said, "It might be a good idea for you to stay away from her for a while. If there any sharp instruments around her, she may be tempted to use them on you."

"She is very good with guns Doctor. I can't hide from her forever, I love her too much."

"Why don't you go check on her husband?"

"Very funny, Doctor; if Susan is good with guns, he is an expert. He has every reason in the world to kill me, and I would not blame him."

"There is one reason he won't kill you, Sergeant. She is lying right there."

"How long will she be sleeping."

"I gave her enough to have her sleep through the night. You can see her in the morning, if you are brave enough."

"I will be here. Thank you for saving her life Doctor; she means the world to me."

"You're welcome, Sergeant. Don't hurt anyone else tonight please, the hospital appreciates the business, but we don't want to see you put in jail."

"You are the second person who mentioned jail to me tonight Doctor. If it was almost anyone else that is where he would be now."

"Why don't you go check on her husband, and see how he is doing."

"They are going to keep him in a coma until they know how bad the brain swelling is going to be. He would not even know if I was there."

"You would be surprised Sergeant. Sometimes patients recall things you don't expect them to while they are in a coma or in a near death experience. It is written up in all the medical papers, and no one has a definitive answer as to why."

"Thanks again for Susan, Doctor. I will be here in the morning.

"That's funny Sergeant, so will I."

Sergeant walked into the corridor and into a wall of questions.

He raised his hands up to silence everyone and said, "She knew I did something wrong when she saw my face, instead of Alan's. Thankfully, the Doctor was with her, and warned her if she was going to get upset she was going to sedate her. Susan told her to get her needles ready, because that idiot, meaning me, did something to her husband. I began telling the story, while the doctor got the medication. When the doctor got back, I guess she heard the last part of the story and injected Susan with something immediately. Susan started to yell at me, and the Doctor put something into her intravenous line. Susan fell asleep while telling me how lucky I was that she could not get to my throat." 

Cassandra took her husband's hand and said, "Listen, we have three live people; they are all sick, but they are all alive and they will get better. It is our job to make sure it happens. No arguing, no fighting, no sad faces in the hospital. Everyone is going to make it through this ordeal just fine. Susan was the centerpiece of the problem but now she is the healthiest of the group. Now, Alan becomes the biggest problem, thanks to my dummy. Next comes baby Robbins, and at two pounds, we have to find out what his chances are, and what has to be done for him."

Patricia said, "I can find that out in a few minutes."

Cassandra asked, "How can you do that?"

Stephano replied, "Never ask her that question when there is a computer around."

Patricia kicked him in the ankle and he said, "Ow!" 

"Your father told you never to hit me again."

"I did not hit you, I kicked you."

Cassandra said, "Stop it. That is exactly what I'm talking about. We cannot do that while we are near them. We have to behave as if nothing is wrong. Are we going to have to separate you two?"

Stephano replied, "We will separate from each other, before we become a problem."

The OR nurse came out and told them Susan was being moved up to room 426, in the telemetry area of the hospital. It is on the same floor as the intensive care unit. When she is able to walk, she would be able to see Alan.

It was 8 PM and there was nothing left for them to do at the hospital, so everyone made arrangements to meet back there, tomorrow.

Callaway asked Patricia where she was staying just in case an emergency popped up. She told her she was staying at Susan's home, which reminded her of something Alan said. 

"Ms. Callalily, Alan had something he wanted to talk to you about before Sergeant hit him. He said he owed you a favor, and wanted to repay it. I don't know what it was, but it seemed important to him."

"Alan promised to find my father for me. He ran out on my mother, sister and I a lot of years ago, after my mom divorced him. He was supposed to pay alimony and child support, but my mom never saw a penny. Alan said all he needed was my father's Social Security number, and he could find him. I have it with me, but I kept forgetting to give it to him."

"Why don't you give it to me and I will put it on his desk at home."

"Thank you Patricia, I will get it from my locker and give it to you."

Stephano said, "What are you up to now, Patty?

"Why do I have to be up to something? I am just doing nurse Callaway and Alan a favor."

"Yes Patty, and the Mississippi River will start flowing north tomorrow. The temperature in Death Valley on a summer day will be minus 55 degrees, and all cars will be running on water, which will end ninety-nine percent of all carbon pollution in the world."

"I did all that, because I am doing Ms. Callaway a favor. I must be a wonderful person."

"Be careful Ms. Parent, I owe you one kick, and you are getting dangerously close to it."

"My father said you are never to hit a lady."

Stephano looked at Patricia in the eye "Your father is absolutely correct."

It took Patricia a second for the bell to ring in her head, and when it did she said, "You are a ..."

"Here is my father's Social Security number, Patricia. When Alan is well enough I hope he can use it to track down my father. The courts would love to know where he is. He owes my mother a ton of money, and I could use the $18,000 to pay off the remainder of my student loans."

"You must be paying off your loans very quickly. How much did they start out at?"

"Between college and nursing school, my loans totaled $67,000. Thank God this job pays well; otherwise, those loans would be around my neck until I retire. I will not marry anyone, until I get rid of them."

"Are you being a little harsh on yourself?"

"No, I don't think so. Marriage is a contract between two people. You don't want to go into it, and put a stone around someone else's neck that you are responsible for. There is plenty of time, and I am still young."

"You are also a very beautiful. Men, many men must have asked you out on dates and even gone further than that, as time went by."

"I have turned down three proposals of marriage, to three very wonderful men. Each of them said they would pay off my student loan, and I told them no. I told them it was my responsibility, not theirs. I told them, when that loan would be paid off, and if they were still interested, I would be around. We are not exclusive, but two of them still take me out on dates."

"Ms. Callaway, you are something else."

"My mother says the same thing about me, but I don't believe she means it the same way."

Sergeant and Cassandra went up to the ICU to check on Alan. The nurses had just finished settling him into his bed when they approached his cubicle.

A nurse looked at him and said, "Callaway says you are the truck that hit him. If you touch him, while he is under my care, you will never know what hit you."

Cassandra looked at the nurse and said, "He has been thoroughly chastened and will do nothing like that again. He wanted to apologize to Alan personally before we went home."

"In that case, I will get another bed ready. He will probably wake up and try to strangle Sergeant to death, before he goes back into his coma."

Sergeant approached Alan, who looked like he was peacefully sleeping. It was not like the last time he saw him in a bed like this. There were no tubes coming out of his chest. There was only one IV line going into his arm, and the machines on the wall were beeping peacefully. He pulled up a chair, sat by Alan's head and waited for the words to form and his head. Finally, he said, "Alan, Susan is fine. Your son is going to be fine. You have got to come back for their sake. I know I said this once before when you were seriously hurt but they need you. This time your injuries are my fault. Just think of how screwed up their lives will be if I have to help them through this next 20 years. Your little one will grow up to be like me; and all-star idiot. He will be afraid of girls until he is in his 40s, and tied to his Susan's apron strings, just as I am. What kind of life is that for young boy? Then there is Susan to think about. She told me she has never so happy and it is because of you. How am I supposed to replace that happiness in her heart? I cannot do it. I just got married and found someone of my own. Susan will want me to keep Cassandra happy. She will not allow me to make time to keep her happy too. You have to come back, one more time. You can beat the shit out of me, and believe me I have earned it. Even if you are comfortable, in the arms of an angel, come back here, and take care of our Susan and your son. You still have more work to do."

Patricia and Stephano got into the Dodge, and drove back to Susan's home. He said good night, and started walking towards his car. She asked where he was going, and he replied that he was going back to his hotel. 

"I guess you said everything you wanted to say to me?"

"Actually, I think tonight said everything I wanted to say to you, and I learned everything I needed to learn. Now I have to put it into practice. They did not put this into books, because I have read all the books, and it is not there. Businesses are not run this way. I grew up watching strong men push aside women. I went to college and learned how strong men, push weaker men, and women aside to climb the ladder of success. I went to graduate school and learned how to do that with more finesse. You fucked people and they thanked you for it. It does not work that way here. It did not work that way at your school. People genuinely cared about each other. If somebody got ahead, they cheered their success. If someone got hurt, they ran to lift them up. It may not work that way in the monster corporations, but countries are made up of billions of little companies, and those companies can work this way, and profit from it. I have a lot of work to do on myself, and when I am finished, maybe I can help some of those companies."

Patricia smiled at him and said, "Would you like some coffee?"

"I hate the way you make coffee."

"I did not say I was going to make the coffee. I asked you if you would like some coffee."

"Okay, I will make us coffee."

"I don't drink coffee, I drink tea."

"This could take all night."

"Do you have any place to go?"

"No, I don't, not really."

"So, what is your rush?"

"Are you going to put gloves on my hands?"

"Are you rushing things a little bit?"

"I certainly hope not."

"You know the rules."

"I have always obeyed the rules."

"You cannot make my tea out here."

"I have forgotten all about tea and coffee. I am looking at dessert, and I am extremely hungry."

"So am I, but we have a long way to go, and I am not promising you anything but tonight."

"I cannot accept that, Patricia. Tonight is not enough for me. I want you forever, and when I can have you forever, you let me know, and I will make you tea, every morning, noon, and night. Good night, I will see you tomorrow at the hospital."

"Good night, Stephano, I do love you."

"I love you too, Patricia. It hurts me more than you will ever know to walk back to my car. There was a time I would have taken you up on your offer, but not anymore."

"Would it be safe to ask you for a kiss good night?"

"No, but I am going to kiss you, anyhow."

She did not make him walk all the way to her, she met him exactly halfway. She took his hands and kissed both of his palms. She looked into his eyes and said, "This is the way it has to be: Equals."

He replied, "Is it all right if I start kissing you first?"

"In matters of the heart, you can start first, anytime you want to, but I have to have that same right."

The kiss seemed to go on forever; but his hands behaved, and he stopped before anything got out of control.




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 10



Abruptly, he said, "I will see you in the morning." He ran to his car, and headed back to his hotel.

She walked into the house, locked the doors, and walked upstairs to her room. She quickly discarded clothes, walked into her shower, turned on the cold water, and sat on the floor trying to cool down. She wondered if he knew she came when he kissed her. She knew he was in trouble, by the way the left her so quickly. She needed desperately to talk to her mother about matters of the heart. The only other person she knew she could open her heart to was Victoria, but she had lived a cloistered life when it came to men and marital problems. She would not do. She would have to find someone else, someone who didn't know her, or her troubles.

Suddenly, she realized she was freezing. The cold water had done its job quite well, and she had to crawl to the controls to turn the water off. She toweled herself off, threw on a nightshirt, went back downstairs, and made herself some tea.

She remembered the note she was supposed to give to Alan, and decided to do it herself. Nurse Callaway was so wonderful to everyone this evening she deserved to be taken care of properly. She also deserved to be happily married, if that is what she wanted.

The note had more than her father's Social Security number. It had her father's name, city, and state of birth, the date of his marriage to her mother, and the date he disappeared. It also had the number of the court order requiring him to pay alimony, child support, and interest back to the day he left the family. He also had an arrest warrant out, for not obeying the court order.

Patricia had more than enough ammunition to find this man than she needed. She used her password to get into the FBI computers and ran a crosscheck using an ordinary city reverse telephone book. Her father had changed his name to James Hammermann, and he had done very well for himself. He owned fourteen McDonald's restaurants in Houston, Texas. Patricia set about changing the ownership of the restaurants to Colleen Cristeen Callaway, Callalily's mother. She emptied his bank accounts, including the two accounts, containing Eight Million Dollars, he thought he had hidden in the Cayman's, into her father's accounts. 

She brought the mortgage on his 17-acre mansion, with her own money, from her bank in Virginia. 

She went back into her father's account and took $3,270,000 from it. She transferred $1,000,000 into Callaway's checking account, $2,000,000 into her savings account, and $270,000 into her IRA. $4,712,000.00 went to her mother, and her sister. The bank would call the Callaway's later in the day to verify the funds had been successfully transferred into their accounts.

She sent an overnight Bank draft from Callalily Catherine Callaway to Doctor Frank Vincennes for $18,000.00. In the comment section she wrote: This Student Loan Payment may be in excess of the final balance. If so, "PLEASE" send my sister to "COOKING SCHOOL!"

The final item on her list was to send the appropriate paperwork to the Houston Police Department, and have James Hammermann arrested, and extradited to Cottonwood, Arizona, for trial. She sent a copy to Elmore so he would not be surprised by this turn of events.

When she called her father to tell him what she had done through his accounts, his only question was, "How long did it take you?"

"It took me forty minutes, dad. Why do you want to know?"

"I would have felt better if it had taken less than the thirty minutes it took you to find me."

"Dad, it only took me three minutes to find him. The rest of the time I was moving his assets around."

"That's my girl. You have made me feel so much better now."

"Dad, I am going to need you to get in touch with Mrs. Callaway. She is going to need some help getting through the intricacies of ownership of these restaurants, working with the IRS, and a lot of other things with the money I just transferred to her. I will get you her phone number in the morning, because this will be a big shock to her. She has been living on scraps for so long; I don't want her to start worrying about all this new wealth of hers."

"I will take care of anything she needs. It will be very easy, because this was part of her divorce settlement from him, and he is just catching up on his payments now. He cannot say anything about his accounts in the Caymans. When you foreclose on his house, because he is in jail, for non-payment, you can give it to his former wife or to your friend, the nurse."

"Good night dad, say hello to Jemma for me, when she finishes you off."

"I will dear; I don't want to disturb her now, she is riding high."

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36. Three Card Monty

Bruno Valentino said to his FBI minders, "Gentlemen, as much as I like your company, and this wonderful hole in the ground I have been trapped in for nine months now, I am going stir crazy. If you don't get, get me out of here quickly, I will not testify in court."

"It's okay with us Bruno; we have everything we want on tape."

Bruno had been through this so many times, he knew the law as well as many lawyers. "Guys, don't bullshit me. If the opposing lawyers cannot cross-examine me, the tapes don't mean a thing. Get me out of here and do it soon."

A phone call was made to Fred Fielding, the US attorney for New York. He said, "I am surprised he held out this long. Get him ready to go. He will be leaving your facility at 1 AM."

"Where should I tell him he is going?"

"Tell him he is going somewhere else."

"Yes, sir."

Bruno smiled when he saw the agent approaching. "What did your masters have to say?"

"Mister Fielding wondered what took you so long. Arrangements had been made months ago."

"Don't play poker with that son of a bitch. He doesn't give anything away."

"Mister Fielding doesn't play poker, Bruno. He plays chess."

"Where did he say I am going?"

"To quote Mister Fielding, 'you are going somewhere else.'"

"I told you he does not give anything away. When do I leave?"

"You leave tomorrow."

"Very good, I hope to go someplace, where I can take a nice walk."

At 12:15 AM. They woke Bruno up and told him it was tomorrow.

"You bastards are trying to get as sneaky as your boss."

"Take a shower and get dressed; we leave in forty minutes."

After he was dressed, they put him in full body armor, including a helmet. They gave him an unloaded M16 and a utility belt to make him blend in with the rest of the agents taking him out.

The lead agent said, "We do not expect anything to happen, but if it does, you get on the floor."

"Why does it look like you are prepared for war if you do not expect anything to happen?"

"Rommel's favorite tactic was to hit you while you were sleeping. We are not going to be sleeping."

At 12:55 AM, they boarded the train to the upper-level. An agent grabbed Bruno by the back of his utility belt and helped him down the steps. As they were walking up the thin sidewalk by the train tracks, an agent yelled, "Train!" Everyone braced themselves against the wall to avoid being pulled towards the train by the force of the wind as the train roared by.

Bruno said, "I thought you guys checked on everything?"

"We do; that train must be late."

As they reached the steel door, it opened and there were more FBI agents, dressed in similar garb, waiting for them. They put Bruno into an FBI tactical van along with nine agents. There was another van exactly like it nearby. He saw a limousine, exactly like the one that took him here, with a man dressed in civilian clothes, sitting between two agents. Apparently, that man was his decoy. Bruno wished him luck.

The lead agent raised his microphone to give the go order, when Bruno said, "You do know that they monitor all your tactical frequencies, just in case you're coming after one of the heads of the family."

"When were you going to tell us this Bruno?"

"I thought you knew. You monitor everything that we do. I thought you must have picked up on that over the years."

The agent picked up his belt radio to make a call, and Bruno yelled, "No! They will hear everything you say, use your cell phones."

The agent got out of the truck, just as it was beginning to roll, and used hand signals to order everyone to stop.

He had four agents in an unmarked car go out on a mission to bring back a very extraordinary vehicle. They were back in ten minutes with the vehicle and its driver.

Bruno was transferred to the vehicle with two agents, and waited.

The tactical team resumed normal operations, using their radios as if they didn't know anyone was listening. They headed across the George Washington Bridge to Teterboro Airport, talking about Bruno going to San Francisco, and staying at the Presidio.

Five minutes later the unassuming vehicle left the garage and made its way across town, over the Whitestone Bridge, to the LaGuardia Airport, where Bruno's aircraft was waiting. 

The lead agent paid the taxi driver and asked him for a receipt. The Haitian immigrant was so nervous and wet from perspiration, he felt like he was at home during the Baby Doc Duvalier night death era. The agent gave him five of his cards. He said, "If you ever get in trouble with the police, or immigration, have them call me, and I will help you all I can."

The driver smiled, shook the agent's hand, and drove away. 

The agent boarded the plane, and was in the air fifteen later. According to the aircrafts' flight plan, they were going to San Francisco. 

In reality, they were headed for Fort Polk, Louisiana. If Bruno Valentino wanted to go for a walk, he could walk for days, without leaving the confines of this army base. He would have no fear of being shot by anyone, except one of the thirty-five thousand men and woman stationed; training, or rotating through this huge training facility, plus the 10 FBI agents that were still assigned to monitor his health and welfare. However, the snakes, mosquitoes, and biting flies would probably keep him inside his bungalow, at night.

As the aircraft touchdown at 4:30 AM, Bruno was peacefully asleep. They roused him and he said, "Where are we?"

"We are at our destination."

"Don't be such an ass, I will find out sooner or later, tell me where I am."

"You are at Fort Polk, Louisiana. You will be able to take your walks in any direction at any time, by yourself. You can walk for hours on end. Make sure you bring plenty of water. Watch out to snakes because they are everywhere. You'll be given a handbook to tell you which types are poisonous and which are not. The entire base is covered by motion sensors and cameras so if you get lost find a clearing, if you can, and signal for help. Do not get caught in any of the live fire exercises that are going on here at all times. They could be hazardous to your health. If you would like to watch one of them, I'm sure that can be arranged."

"Can I speak to my wife again?"

"Now that we are out of New York City, we can arrange for you to speak to her, via secure satellite, any time you want."

"Thank you John, I am sure that will make her very happy, and if she happened to disappear to Louisiana for a week or so that would make me very happy also."

"The telephone calls are no problem. The visitation may take a while, but I will work on it; I promise."

"Thank you John, I know you are as good as your word."

Susan woke up the next morning with a headache, and the memory of a bad dream. Alan had not come to see her after the birth of their son. Her idiot cousin came to her side instead. She opened her eyes at 6: 25 AM and with a bloodcurdling scream, yelled, "Where is he; I am going to kill him!"

Nurses came from everywhere to see what was happening. Blood pressure alarms were ringing of the walls. Other patients woke up out of sound sleeps; and all hell was breaking loose on the telemetry area.

Callaway had just come on duty at 6 AM, and ran to Susan to try and calm her down. When she got to her, Susan was trying to pull the IVs out of her arm and get out of bed.

Callaway pushed her back down on her pillow. "Susan, listen to me. You nearly died yesterday. If you want to complete that job, do what you are doing, and you will never see your son, or Alan, again."

Susan replied, "How is he?"

Callaway smiled and asked, "Which he?"

"Don't fuck with me Callaway, how is Alan?"

"I just got on duty at 6 AM. I have not finished checking on my patients yet. When I have, I will check on Alan, okay?"

"Thank you. Now how is my little he?"

"He is in Neonatal land getting the best care we can give him. He is just over 2 pounds, which is good. He has a little jaundice, and we have him under the lights to clear that up. None of the tests they took yesterday were back when I left for the evening. I will check on both of them and get back to you. Now let me get back to work; the faster I do my job, the faster I can get you the information you want."

"Thank you Callaway, I am sorry I started your day off like this."

"You think this is unusual for a hospital? You should see when it really gets crazy around here."

Sergeant was in uniform when he showed up at the hospital at 8 AM. He knew he could get by all the rules about visiting hours if he looked like he was on official business. He did not plan on bumping into Callaway when the doors to the elevator opened.

She growled at him. "You wait at the nurse's station, until I get back. If you go into that room without me, I will have you arrested Sergeant. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes nurse, perfectly clear."

Callaway went to the newborn area to check on baby Robbins. He still had a tinge of yellow from jaundice, but his vital signs were good. He had inherited one thing from each of his parents. He had inherited the strength of his mother's lungs; because when he was hungry, he let the nurses know it. The nurses told Callaway they were sure for a 2-pound baby; 4 ounces were between his thighs. They had never seen a premature baby with a penis as long and thick as baby Robbins. He was going to make many young women very happy, before he settled down with one.

She took the stairs up to intensive care to check on Alan. His cranial pressure had dropped and was approaching normal. The doctors might be able to allow him to resume normal consciousness by the beginning of the afternoon if not this evening. She asked one of her friends in ICU to keep her informed about his progress.

When she finally got back to the nurses' station, Sergeant was about to explode.

"Where the fuck were you?"

"Excuse me Sergeant; did you want to see one of my patients before visiting hours?"

"Yes nurse Callaway, I would like to see my cousin, please."

"That is much better Sergeant. If you upset her, you are going to be out on your ass quicker than you went in."

"How can I not upset her, after what I did yesterday?"

"You are going to let me talk first, and then you can speak after I am finished."

"Anything you say, nurse. Are there any sharp instruments in that room?"

"If there aren't, I will bring some in for her to throw at you, meathead."

Callaway led Sergeant Sherwood into room 426. Susan was about to yell at him when she said, "Susan, I go first; because I have all the news you want to hear." Susan's head returned to her pillow, but her icy glare stayed on her cousin's face.

"Susan, if your blood pressure goes up one point, I leave and so does he."

Susan said, "You are real bitch Callaway."

Callaway put on the biggest smile. "You have been talking to your husband."

Susan's face could no longer hold the glare. It cracked into a wide grin, and she said, "Go ahead Callalily, I will invite you to dinner one evening and poison you just to get even."

"You do not have to do that for me. I take my chances every time I go to my sister's house for dinner. I am amazed every time I see Doctor Vincennes arrive at work in the morning, and he is able to perform an operation. However, back to the two people you want to hear about. Your son is doing very well. He looks like his father especially in one area, and he screams like his mother. They still have him under the lights and he will probably be there for another two days, until the jaundice is gone. He is feeding well, and will probably be with us for another month or until his weight is about five pounds. Alan is also doing well, no thanks to your cousin. The swelling in his brain is down, and they may be able to allow him to regain consciousness soon. His vital signs are fine, and this had no effect on his heart. We do not know if there was any further brain damage caused by the trauma, other than what he had before he met you, Susan, but we will find out when he is awake. Now, I am going to allow you to talk to your cousin. If I hear any yelling, he is out of the room instantly. Do you both understand me?"

Callaway took the two grumbled words she thought she heard as yes, and left the room. She would let them fight it out, as families do.

Susan's icy stare returned as soon as Callaway closed the door.

"I am sorry, baby girl, I thought I was going to lose you, and I took it out on him. I just went crazy, and if Stephano did stop me in time, I probably would have killed him."

"Sherwood, when have you ever seen me happier? In the last 41 years of my life, when have I ever been this happy? I met the man of my dreams, and the man of my dreams made one of my dreams come true. The asshole I was married to told me it was my fault we could not have children. I carried that burden around all my adult life. I know Alan a little more than a year. Not only am I happy, but he gets me pregnant, and now I have the baby boy. What do you do about it; you nearly killed my husband, the father of my child, and the man that has made me happy. If I had my whip with me, you would be listening to it sing."

"You do not have to rub it in Susan. I got lectured last night by everyone. I got it from Patricia, Stephano, Callalily, and worst of all; I got home last night Cassandra gave it to me all night. She wonders how I can handle all the stressful situations that happen as a police officer and not be able to handle anything bad that might happen to you, especially after what we just went through, with Sedona."

"What did Stephano have to say about the situation last evening?"

"The way I was told it went last night was that Alan was a wreck. When the nurse came out of the OR and said that he had a son, he asked, "How is my Susan." He did not even acknowledge the birth of the baby boy. He only wanted to know how you were. Callaway was going back and forth bringing the news to them, and at the time it was not good. They had not stopped the bleeding and they could not find the source. That is when I came in, and that is when I reacted. I pulled him out of his seat and hit him once on the left side of his head. He went down instantly. I went down to hit him again, and that is when Stephano tackled me and pulled me off of him. He called me an idiot and told me what Alan said, when the nurse announced the birth of his son. Stephano said that if you died he would be next because he did not want to live without you. We were still on the floor when Callaway came out, told us that they had found the source of the bleeding and that you were going to be fine. She saw Alan lying on the floor and called in an emergency, and they took him away. I should have been put in jail last night for what I did, but no one wanted to add more pain to the situation. I hope you can forgive me, but if anything happens to Alan because of me, I will never be able to forgive myself."

"When are you going to grow up? You treat me like I am still in high school and need your protection. I am a big girl Sergeant. I could get killed falling off my horse, slipping in a bathtub, or crossing a street. Death is a part of life, no one is guaranteed tomorrow. All you can do is let the people you love know it every day. Smile, laugh, and be happy every day, with those around you. Live a good and decent life. Try to be good to everyone, but most of all do not do harm to anyone. You do not have to be a saint Sergeant, God knows I am not, but I know I have never been loved more than I have been loved by Alan, and because of that love, I have been a better person to everyone around me, and I can prove it."




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 10



"How do you prove something like that Susan?"

"I have not gotten out this bed, and killed you."

"I better leave while I am still ahead."

"If you leave without kissing me goodbye, and congratulating me on the birth of my son you will be missing your head."

Sergeant left the room, and his head was still attached.

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Stephano arrived at Susan's home at 11 AM to take Patricia to the hospital. He kissed her good morning and asked her in which direction the Mississippi was flowing.

Patricia smiled and replied, "North by Northwest."

"How badly did you hurt the guy?"

"I hope he does not try to cash a check, use a credit card, or withdraw any money from his bank today. The police will be at his former businesses waiting to arrest him on in Arizona warrant. I own the mortgage to his home, and he should default within 90 days. I would say he is in a little trouble."

"How long did it take you to accomplish all this?"

"My father asked me the same question. Why is that so important to everyone?"

"I just want to make sure you are not losing your touch."

"40 minutes; are you happy now?"

"Patricia, you had better work for the government, otherwise you are going to wind up in jail."

"If the government is not careful, they will wind up working for me."

"Remember what the Greeks did to people who thought they were above everyone else. Hubris was a crime punishable by exile."

"The Chinese will always give me a job."

"You would never do that to this country; would you?"

"No I would not. However, I would send both countries back into the Stone Age, if they piss me off enough."

Patricia's cell phone rang. She saw it was Steve, and she answered it saying, "Hello my love, how are you?"

Steve replied, "Are you trying to give me a hard on already?"

"I am not married yet. Are you still single?"

Stephano was fuming, and was barely watching the road ahead of him.

"Do you remember Marie Mobley, from school? She and I are very exclusive now, and I am going to pop the question very soon."

"Why wait? If you love her, and she loves you, what is holding you back?"

"She is too docile. She is not at all like you, and you know how I loved to fight with you."

"Steve you are as dumb as a concrete post. If she is docile treat her like she is a porcelain doll. Do not treat her like you would have treated me. You cannot go through life trying to compare people to someone you could never have. Besides that, she was always smarter than you were."

"Are you saying she is baiting me?"

"You are the one with the million dollars Steve; you figure it out."

"Patricia, you are just saying that to piss me off."

"You were the one that said you loved a good fight."

"If you were here right now I would kick you in the ass."

"If you saw the look on Stephano's face now, he might let you."

"You talked to me like that with him near you?"

"I love getting his blood pressure up. When I called off the wedding, because we had a disagreement, he was angry with me. He is much better now, and he is getting better every day. I am very proud of him, but I still love to jab him every chance I get. It motivates him to get me back into a church, put a ring on my finger, and get me into bed."

"You are still a virgin?"

"How many times have I told you Steve, until I am married, I will not have sex with anyone?"

"How about a woman, Patricia, would you try one of them on for size?"

"That is an interesting thought, Steve. I know one would love to try to get me into bed with her. Jemma is married to my father and she has often offered to train me in the Sapphic arts. What is going on, Steve; I know you did not call just past the time of day."

"I have two things for you, both of them great news. I patented a program and Adobe and I are in consultation for the use of it. I may be able to give you your million dollars back very soon."

"Fantastic Steve, keep it as a wedding present. What is the second part?"

"Our group from school has been keeping tabs on all the trucks leaving from the Queens, New York building. They keep making one mistake; they take toll roads and we track them every step of the way. Regardless of where their movements start, and what routes they take, they all wind up in one place: Sloan, Nevada. It is a small town south of Las Vegas. It is the type of place no one would think of looking for something as valuable as the materials these trucks are carrying. Four of our people went out there as tourists taking pictures of the Paleolithic drawings in the area. The trucks drive into town and then into the desert. It is too dangerous to follow them but there is something out there where they can store all this material."

"Great work Steve, thank everyone who worked on this for me. Keep watching what is going on, but keep a safe distance; I do not want anyone getting hurt."

"Will do Patricia; let me know when you finally spread your legs."

"I will have an announcement made up just for you, Steve, and put drops of my virgin blood onto the card."

"You bitch; you are going to make me cum in my pants."

"If Marie is so docile, tell her to get on her knees and give you a blow job."

"Don't you laugh at me Patricia, but we are not having sex. I love her, and you know it just doesn't seem like the right thing to do."

"You hypocrite; all these years, all you wanted to do was to get into my pants. Now you are in love, and you will not have sex with a docile young woman, until after you get married. She has the upper hand Steve, not you. I should come to New York and kick you in the ass."

"You have had a terrible effect on me, Patty. You have given me a case of scruples that I never had when I was in college. I used to go to bed with anything in a skirt that said yes. Now, I am waiting because I am planning to marry her. Say hello to Stephano for me. Tell him to wise up and get his act in gear. He is missing out on the best thing God ever created."

"You are wrong Steve. My mother was the best thing God ever created."

"Goodbye Patty, I will talk to you again, when my wedding plans are made."

Steve hung up the phone and Patricia laughed heartily.

Stephano said, "I hope you enjoyed doing that to me. I am going to kick you, when we get out of the car."

"I know, but it was such fun watching your face turned red. Steve and our team found out where they are taking all the records. I have to contact Michael, and tell him where it is. He is going to have to task a satellite, but at least he will know within a 50 mile radius of where it is."

"Your friends do great work. It is like I told you last night; if someone is down they will go to their aid and lift them back up. Do not use your cell phone to call the FBI, use one of the hospital phones. You can tell him about the storage facility near Sloan, but you also have to tell him to quash Alan's hospital records. You cannot pay a hospital bill for a dead man. The hospital also has to keep Alan's name secret. It cannot slip out that he is alive."

"Stephano, it is good to know that your MBA has not gone to waste. When you want to use it, your mind is very sharp. I am very proud of you, and I do love you."

"If you love me, and I know you do, why don't you put your fangs away, and not jab me so often. It hurts me, and I want to take you over my knee and spank you on your bare bottom."

"Put that on your wish list Stephano, and one day it may come true."

"Patricia, what am I going to do with you?"

"You are going to love me all the days of the life. Just follow Steve's advice: Wise up, and get your act together."

"I am working on it Patty, I am working on it very hard."

"I know you are, and I promise, no more jabs until this afternoon."

"Patty, it is 11:30 AM."

"I know!"

Michael Free's cell phone rang. He looked at his caller ID and his shoulders slumped to the floor. "Patricia, please tell me you did not do something illegal again."

"Why do you always think anything I do is illegal? The information I have for you this time comes from a completely reliable and impeccable source. If you do not want to know where the Families are hiding their documents, I will hang up, and you can go back to work."

"We could not track them, how could your friends do it?"

"Easy, my friends are smarter than your people. If you paid more money, they would be working for you. Now do you want to know where they are hiding the material, or should I hang up?"

"If you hang up, you will be barred from touching a computer ever again."

"Michael, I know you have heard of a country called 'China?' I have always wanted to see the Great Wall."

"I will put you in Leavenworth first."

"Don't you have to charge me with a crime, and convict me, before you can put me in jail?"

"Patricia, I give up. You have what I want desperately?"

"The families are hiding all their material outside the town of Sloan, Nevada. My friends were able to track their trucks, because all of them eventually took toll roads, and toll roads take pictures of the license plates as they roll through the tollbooths."

"I hate college students. They reduce things the lowest common denominator and 90% of the time it works. My staff will shoot themselves in the foot for missing this one."

"Michael, you are probably going to have to task a satellite to see what they are doing outside the town. A highflying aircraft will also do, as long as it does not draw attention to itself in the process of looking for this underground bunker. It has to be underground, just like their satellite facility."

"We will have someone looking in the area tomorrow, Patricia. Thank your friends for the FBI, and the U.S. Government. They have done us a great service."

"Michael, be careful, the building may be wired to blow-up if it is tampered with. If they cannot have that information, they sure as hell don't want you to have it."

"How did you get so smart Patricia?"

"They blew up my mother and my friends, remember?"

"I am sorry, Patricia. I did not mean to be insensitive."

"It is okay Michael. I have been thinking of my mom a lot lately. I miss her, and I need to talk to her desperately, right now."

"My wife is a very good listener, and we have two teenage girls, if that would help you. She is a Psychologist, and has her own office."

"Do you think she could help me over the phone?"

"There is no sense suffering Patty; all you have to do is ask her if she can help you."

"Would you have her call me, when she has time?"

"I will give her your number and let you arrange your own schedule."

"Thank you Michael, I appreciate your help."

"Patricia, please stay out of trouble."

"Michael that is one of the reasons I need to talk to a woman."

"I will have her call you today. Patricia, are you pregnant?"

"Is that all you men think about when a woman has to talk to another woman. No I am not pregnant. I have not had sex yet, and will not until I get married."

"Would you talk to my girls for me, I will pay you."

"That talk would have to come from my mother, and she is no longer around."

"Again, Patricia, I am sorry about that; I really am."

"There was nothing you could do Michael. We living a very peaceful life until Bruno Valentino found us and destroyed it. I will never be the same as I was before then."

"It will take time, a lot of time, but we all survive the trauma. We learn to deal with it, but we never forget it. We grow up, and build our resolve around it. If we do not, it wears on us and turns us into mean and evil people. The type of people this agency and the police fight every day. My wife will call you today, I promise."

"Thank you Michael, I have to visit Susan. You will find an email on your desk with things for you to take care of immediately. They are extremely important. Please get them done today."

"I will call my office now, and see what you want me to do. Help is on the way Patty. Hang in there."

The agents that were vetting the Williams family had no problem with the four girls. They had no problem with Sharon, because she never held a job. Her husband Howard, until three years ago was a model citizen. He paid his taxes on time, was civic minded, voted, took the family on vacations, and was well thought of at work. Then something happened. He was passed over for a higher supervisory job at his place of employment. His coworkers told them he became a mean and petty individual. His job performance fell and those he supervised began complaining about his methods, and his reviews of their work. That changed two years ago, when he started showing up in new clothes, a new car, and a new attitude. He was happier, and that made his staff happier. Things stayed that way for about nine months and then he returned to his old ways. The new car disappeared, he was always asking others for money to make it to pay day. Everyone figured out that he had developed a gambling problem. Even his supervisors warned him that he was on thin ice at work and if he did not straighten himself out, he would be fired. Several weeks ago, that is exactly what happened. Men showed up at his place of employment wanting to talk to him. They said they were from loan companies, and he was way past due on his payments. His managers speculated that these men were from loan companies that belonged to the mob, because every time Howard saw them, he started to cry.

When the men from the FBI asked where Howard was now, no one could answer the question.

They went back to Sharon Williams home and asked her where her former husband was. She gave them his last known address.

When they asked why he was not living at home, with her and the children, she replied, "He is too embarrassed. He took $210,000 from the girl's college fund. Sandy and Cindy are supposed to start college in August. Fred said he would help them get into college, and help pay for the cost of their tuition, room and board. Whatever he could not afford he would apply for student loans. When my husband heard all this, he moved out. I had already told him I was divorcing him, because he took the money from the girls, but I could not kick him out of the house. I could not do that to anyone. He would have had to find a place for himself, when we moved in with Fred, but he could have stayed here until then."

The agents accepted her story and went to check on the husband. He was exactly where she said he would be. He was holding down a menial job, washing exterior windows on storefronts. When they asked him the questions they asked Sharon, his answers were nearly identical. He said he still owed people money, but they were letting him pay it off, as quickly as he could."

When they asked him who the people were that he owed money to, he said, "They are former high school buddies, who made it big. I owe them eight grand, and they are only charging me 3% interest. It was less than my car loan."

They asked him for the name of his friends, and he gave them willingly. They would check it out just to be sure.

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Thursday morning Director Free checked his mail. There was a message from the IRS concerning Fred Hastings. After he finished reading it, he laughed. Ever since Fred started working, he received a refund from the IRS. He claimed zero dependents. He checked the box to donate to political campaigns. Every sheet of paper he sent in was as neat, and clear as the work he did for the Attorney General.

However, he was wrong about his net worth. He had $207,642 in assets. They could always arrest him for lying to a federal officer. He decided that was just a technicality. He picked up the phone and called the Attorney General.

"What is it Michael?"

"Fred lied to us. He is not as clean as I thought."

"You have got to be kidding me. All these years I have known him, I would never have expected him to do anything wrong."

"Well Clark, I have it right here in front of me. He said he had $200,000 in assets. Do you want to know how much he really has all over the world?"

"Not really, but let me have it. This is going to break my heart."

"$207,642."

"I am going to take your part piece by piece, you son of a bitch. You scared the living daylights out of me."

"I figured I would get a rise out of you this morning, Clark."

"You are a dead man, Michael. The next time you walk in this office I will have a gun pointed at you."

"That will be the safest place in the room, sir. I have been at the shooting range with you, remember."

"Go to hell, Michael."

"I have great news for you. I figure I owe it to you after what I just did. We had surveillance aircraft fly over a site southwest of Sloan, Nevada. We now are sure where the five families are hiding the documents from the computer in Queens New York. "

"How the heck did you find that piece of information out Michael? The judge would not sign off on a court order."

"Patricia Parent and her merry group of computer experts did for us, sir. They did it in a way our people did not even think of doing it. They tracked their movement by watching them go over toll roads. Every toll road here and in Canada takes a picture of the license plates. They took pictures of the license plates leaving the distribution point, and followed them from there. We have to hire them sir, these college kids are too smart to let go."

"There is the problem Michael. The government pays them 100 grand a year; private industry pays them three times that amount. Who would you work for when you got out of college, and had a ton of student loans on your back?"

"Congress has got to get off their ass and help us get these bright kids. Otherwise, we will fall further and further behind our enemies."

"There is always Patricia."

"Please sir, every time I hear her name my ulcer flares up."

"Patricia, Patricia, Patricia, Patricia."

"Not funny Mister Attorney General."

"You deserved that one Michael."

"Yes sir, I guess I did. I will see you at dinner, Friday evening."

"Have a good day Michael."

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The Attorney General touched the intercom button and yelled, "Fred, get your ass in here right now."

One minute later Fred knocked on the door and walked in. "You bellowed, Sir?"

"What took you so long to walk 10 feet to my office?"

"I am following your orders sir. You told me take care of my health, and I am. I was meditating, and I could not in good conscience answer your call, until I finished."

"I should shoot myself in the foot for ordering you to buy a new car."

"I could not agree with you more, sir. I just received the booklet with the 60 payment stubs attached. Would you like me to give them to you?"

"Wiseass."

"I seem to recall you saying that to me once before."

"Director Free just called and you lied to him and to me about your personal wealth. You could be arrested for lying to a federal officer. What do you have to say about that young man?"

"Sir, I gave the closest approximation of the amount of money I had as of my last statements three months ago. If they went up or down, I have not been notified yet."

"Your net worth as of yesterday is $207,642."

"Fantastic, I can pay for the girl's dresses that I bought while we were in Philadelphia."

"Fred, be careful with your money. I know what young love can do to a man. You want to spoil everyone, and you wind up breaking the bank. Where do you want the girls to go to school?"

"Anywhere in the Washington, D.C. area, sir, would be fine. The faster you can get them admitted to a school, the faster I can apply for this student aid."

"They will not need student aid Fred. I will get them in on full scholarships as long as their grades are worthy of them."




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 11



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





Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 11



The Attorney General thanked the Doctor, as Sharon sank into the chair and cried, with the girls at her side. "When can we see him?"

The doctor replied, "At the absolute earliest, tomorrow afternoon, 2 PM in the intensive care unit. He will not be responsive, but I will leave instructions for two people to be allowed in. No more than two at one time."

"There will be guards on him 24 hours a day Doctor. No one gets near him, without proper ID."

"Sir, we work that way every day of the week."

The Attorney General turned to the Director of the FBI and said, "Michael, I want a report on my desk about this fiasco by noon tomorrow. I want names of everyone that was downstairs in the computer room. I want the name of the supervisor who made the decision not to have the guards upstairs make the arrest. I want you to put him on suspension immediately. If he is not, I am going to the president, and ask him to your resignation."

"Clark, I am as upset about this as you are. Heads are going to roll, and I am the one that is going to cut them off. They did not follow procedure. They had people 50 feet away that could have done this job and avoided this tragedy. They will pay, and they will pay dearly."

"On my desk by noon tomorrow Michael; you know how angry I am. If anything happens to that boy, only God will be able to control my wrath."

He turned to his niece and said, "Sharon, you and the girls are going to be spending more time at my place. If you need more clothing for the girls and yourself, my wife or my staff will take you shopping. They are all on me. I do not want you to be alone at a time like this. I will not take no for an answer, so don't even try it. That boy saved my life, and there is nothing I can do to repay him."

A member of his protection detail handed him a secure cell phone and said, "Sir, it is the President."

"Atwater here Mister President, how can I help you."

"No Clark, I am calling to find out how I can help you. Are you sure this was not an attempt on your life?"

"Absolutely Sir; if you had not asked for that 'Finding' today, I would not have been in the office. Those men were this looking to destroy a specific file. They did not know it was a decoy. We had taken the original out of my office months ago, and put it in the care of the FBI."

"How is your assistant doing? I understand he took very brave action, and got between you, his family, and the gunmen, as they came out of your office."

"The doctors do not know. He is very critical condition and the next 72 hours will tell us if he will make it or not. If you need me Sir, my office will be in this hospital."

"I received your 'Finding,' and that is all I needed. I am sorry this happened. If there is anything this office can do for you, it will be done."

"Thank you Mister President, I appreciate your kind words and your support."

Clark Atwater looked at Sharon and the girls, "The President has offered any support his office could give us; and believe me when I say it is unlimited support. We are all going home now. There is nothing else we can do for Fred here tonight. He is getting the best of care, and we cannot see him until tomorrow afternoon. We have to eat and get some sleep. If necessary, I will have a Doctor administer a sedative to each of us so we can sleep. I promise I will keep you all informed if there is any change. 'Gentleman,' please escort a young woman to my car. Sharon you come with me."

The teenagers looked like he had aged 20 years in the last 13 hours. Their eyes were dim, and their skin had lost its luster. The agents nearly carried them to the limousine. When they arrived at Clark's mansion, the staff had to assist them to their rooms, remove their clothing, and put them into their beds. They were little more than zombies. The girls may have looked like they were asleep, but their minds replayed the horror show they had witnessed over and over again. Cindy crawled into bed with Sandy, and held her tight. Debbie did the same with Danni. They hugged each other and cried themselves to sleep.

Although Sharon required a sleeping pill, she was up early the next morning, and went to check on her babies. She did not find it at all strange that they had paired up during the night, like they had in her womb. They were her treasures, and they would survive this devastation, one way, or the other. She was not so sure she would. She found a man, who loved her from the second he saw her. He loved her unconditionally. What would she do without him?"

39. Found Money/Lost Love

Sergeant and Cassandra went to see Susan, while Patricia and Stephano continued down the hall, to the intensive care unit, to check on Alan.

Room 426 was filled with flowers, and congratulatory notes from Susan's friends. Susan was sitting in a chair, waiting to take her first walk, when she saw Sergeant walk into the room she said, "You better watch out you son of a bitch, I am almost ambulatory. When I am able to get to my rifle, you had better be in the Grand Canyon, otherwise you are in trouble."

Cassandra replied, "Sarge, I think that is a hint for us to go on her honeymoon, sooner rather than later."

"I knew one of you had a working brain."

"How are you feeling Susan that is all I want to know?"

"I miss my husband you asshole. How do you think I feel? I can't hold my baby, and I haven't seen my husband, because you broke his head. I hope a donkey kicks you in the ass and sends you flying into a boulder. It may knock some sense into you."

Cassandra laughed at her husband. "You see Sarge; your cousin does love you. She doesn't want you to die; she wants you to wise up."

Sergeant replied, "You're right Cassie, but if she had a gun, she would wise me up with bullet holes in my ass."

"You still haven't kissed me hello, you wimp."

"It is a defensive reaction cousin. I want to make it to my first weeks wedding anniversary."

"Cassandra, I swear if I had not seen them, when we were youngsters, I would swear he had no balls."

"He has them where it counts, Susan, but between his ears, they get lost in the paperwork."

Sergeant said, "I should never have gotten out of the Marines. If a woman was going to bust my chops, she would have had bars, or leafs' on her shoulders. It would not be my cousin or my wife."

Cassandra elbowed him in his ribs. "If you are going to say something nasty about women, your wife comes first, and your cousin comes second. Do you understand Sergeant?"

"Yes ma'am, I understand perfectly. I'm going to go check on Alan. Then I'm going to have my ribs x-rayed to see if any of them are broken." He kissed Susan and then Cassandra, before he left the room.

As soon as he was in the hallway, he could hear laughter in his cousin's room. He could not help but smile also. Now if he could only get Alan back to health, everyone would begin to laugh.

Patricia and Stephano were standing at the end of Alan's bed, listening to the machines beeping and looking at him. He had an IV in one arm; his head was bandaged, but otherwise he looked like he was sleeping peacefully. Sergeant asked if they had spoken with a nurse about his condition, but Stephano said no one had been to speak to them yet.

Suddenly, Callaway burst through the door and said in a very loud voice, "Patricia what did you do?"

Stephano said into her ear, "Take it away kid, I'm leaving."

She responded, "Chicken Shit!"

"What happened nurse; what could possibly be wrong?"

"Look at this; it was just verified, in writing, from my bank."

Patricia read the email and said, "Congratulations nurse, now you can get married anytime you want."

"Don't you give me that shit, Patricia. Look at it."

"Callaway, you should not go around showing everyone your bank account figures. I could be one of those people who can remember numbers and withdraw money from your account anytime I want."

"I had less than $1000 in my checking account yesterday, Patricia. A friend of mine in the bank calls me this morning and tells me it's not safe to keep that much money in one account because it's only insured up to $500,000. I laughed at her and said when my account reaches $500,000, she can fuck me. She told me I had $3 million in my savings and checking accounts. I peed in my pants because I could not stop laughing. I told her to stop playing tricks on me and asked her what this was all about. She asked me if I won the lottery or anything. I realized she was not joking, and asked if there was any mistake. She assured me that the bank had checked and rechecked that the deposits were correct before they were issued to my accounts. The money is there for me to use any time I want. I got to work this morning and my brother kissed me. He showed me the check that was delivered to him this morning for $18,000.00. The note said it was payment in full for my student loans, and anything extra was for him to send his wife to cooking school. So I want to know right now what you did."

Alan said softly, "Callaway would you shut the fuck up. A man is trying to get some sleep here."

"Die please, Alan. I have finally found another person to argue with. She is more intelligent then you are, definitely better looking and nearly as much fun to yell at."

"It's funny Callaway; the only voice I heard was yours. Are you arguing with yourself over your newfound wealth? If so, write a check to my newborn son, and give it to Susan. She will take care of it for him, until he is big enough to fuck you in the ass."

"The nurses in the prenatal section tell me that may not be too far off, Alan. When he was born he weighed 2 pounds. His nurse swore that 4 ounces of it was between his thighs."

"What did you expect from my son; a pig in a blanket, or an all-day sucker?"

Callaway growled, "Alan, go back to sleep. I don't want to have to hit you again."

"It's funny Callaway; it didn't feel like you that hit me. It felt like this big jerk to my left. Did my face break his hand?

Sergeant replied, "I had to put a little powder on my knuckles, because you didn't shave, but otherwise my hand was fine."

"I'm sorry Sergeant; I'll be more considerate the next time."

"How do you feel Alan?"

"Has anyone pressed charges against the truck that hit me?"

"No, but if you want to press charges, I know where he lives."

"Oh no, not at all, I want a rematch."

Susan was wheeled into the room, by Cassandra, and she said, "There will be no rematch. One has no brains, and the other one just had his brains scrambled. All they can think about is doing it again. Are all men this stupid?"

Patricia raised her hand and said, "Can I answer that question?"

Susan said, "Girl, you are not in class. If you want to take a man apart, you just do it and let the pieces fall where they may."

Patricia turned and looked at Stephano. He dropped his head as if he knew his body was going to be taken apart, piece by piece. 

"No, they are not all that stupid."

Stephano's head popped up in surprise.

"Some men have even been known to turn their lives around, and become better people. I know one. He has acknowledged he has a long way to go, but he watched a lot of good people, here in Cottonwood. He has found a way to help a lot of people succeed in business. He has even found a way to make himself better. Maybe those two can take a lesson from him."

Sergeant said, "I will not become an Italian."

Susan said, "Cassandra if you don't hit him, I will get out of this chair and do it for you."

Callaway interrupted, "This is my hospital. If anyone is going to hit him, it is me. Besides that, I can afford to be fired now. I am rich and when I find out who did it, I'm taking her out to lunch find out how she did it and why?"

Callaway left the group, and went to the ICU nurses' station to inform them that Alan was conscious and talking. While she was there her mother called and gave her the information she had received from her bank and the business brokers, who advised her of her new holdings in the Houston area. 

Callaway walked back to Alan's bedside, took Patricia by the arm, and told everyone that she was taking her to the linen closet to beat the shit out of her, until she got the truth. 

Innocently Patricia said, "Why what did I do now?"

"You have ever heard of truth serum, Patricia, haven't you?"

"Yes I have."

"There are several types, and we have all the medications we need in this hospital to mix a batch together to get you to talk. Tell me what you did, before I make you a babbling idiot."

"What you are proposing would be illegal."

"What you did last night wasn't illegal?"

"I made a bad man pay his family back what they should've had in the first place."

"Patricia, don't make me smack you."

"Okay, I found your father. I found he did very well for himself. He owned 14 McDonald's restaurants, which he was using as cash cows for himself. I found out that he cheated the government on taxes and hid the money in the Cayman Islands. I found out that he had a huge house, with a modest mortgage, which I purchased. So I did the following: From the $8 million he had in the Cayman's, I put a total of $3.5 in your checking, savings, and IRA accounts, and I paid off your student loans. I split the $4.5 million between your mother and sister. Your mother owns all the businesses in Houston. My father will help your mom adjust to her new wealth and manage her money, until she picks out her own money manager. I own the mortgage on his mansion. He will default in 90 days, or so; then I will own that house. If you were nice to me I was going to give it to you as a wedding present, but you were not nice, so I am going to keep it for myself. I also arranged to have your father arrested this morning, when he got to work, on an Arizona warrant. He should be in jail now."

"He is in jail. Elmore told my mother, and she told me when she called me."

"So why are you angry with me?"

"We have been looking for my father for 17 years, and you did all this overnight. How do you expect me to feel?"

"Be grateful that this thing is finally over. You should be happy that your mother would never have to worry about another bill for the rest of her life."

"How did you do this overnight?"

Stephano moved in behind her and said, "Don't be shy now Patty, be a good girl, and tell her how long it really took you. Come on, out with it, the real truth. How long did it take you to find her father?"

"Stephano, when did you want to get between my thighs?"

"Patty, this will be so worth it. This is Callaway's hospital, and you may become part of it."

"It took me seven minutes to find your father."

Every alarm in ICU went off when Callaway screamed, "W H A T!" 

Stephano intercepted her as she went for Patricia's throat. Sergeant, Cassandra, and Stephano were all needed to hold nurse Callaway back from Patricia. Doctor Vincennes had just arrived to do his rounds, when he heard the screaming and rushed to see what was going on. When he saw his sister being restrained, he laughed. He looked at Callalily and said, "Your sister's cooking has finally done it. You have gone over the edge."

"Frank, do you know how long it took her to find my father; seven minutes. Call that private detective of yours and get your money back. Seven minutes Frank, do you know what she did in the other 33 minutes she was online; I don't want to know, because it was probably all illegal except for putting the bastard in jail."

Doctor Frank Vincennes looked at Patricia and asked, "Seven minutes, what did you use, a Ouija Board?"

Patricia replied, "No doctor, I used a computer."

"Ask a stupid question... Seven minutes to find him and in the other 33 minutes you took his assets, divided them between his wife, his daughters, and had him arrested by 9 o'clock Central time. Is that everything?"

"No, not everything; I own the mortgage on his house."

"How much of a mortgage does he have on that house?"

"The mortgage is for $960,000."

"That is a good size mortgage. What is the value of the house?"

"The original sale price was $4.2 million, but this is a down market, so I think it would sell for about $3.5 million. It is on 17 acres of land, and has a small river running through it. He also made sure that he owned all the mineral rights, below that property. He had a very good lawyer when he bought that property."

"He is going to try to use the property to make bail."

"Yes, I know, and I will be there for him. He will sign the title over to me as a surety against his fleeing the jurisdiction. That is the reason I bought the mortgage. I am very tough to get a hold of, and I believe he is a flight risk. I have not allowed any liens to be placed against the house or property."

"A $1 million mortgage on a $4 million home and he made sure that he owned the mineral rights below that land. Patricia, there is something underneath that land and that man knows it. Do whatever you can to make sure he defaults."

"I will make sure his bail terms require him not to leave Cottonwood. He will and he will forfeit his bond. Poor man will lose his house, because he strayed over a county line."

Doctor Vincennes said, "Patricia, please remind me not to get you angry at me. You have an evil streak a mile wide; and when someone pisses you off, you get even in a big way."

Stephano looked at the doctor and said, "Doctor you do not know the half of it. If any man hurts any woman and Patricia has a computer nearby, you may as well have "The Death Penalty Cocktail Mixed," because as sure as I am standing here, that man is going down."

"OW" STOP THAT PATRICIA. I can hardly walk on that ankle as it is. I will not wait until we are married take you over my knee and spank you."

The Doctor asked, "Your marriage is back on again?"

"NO/YES!"

Doctor Vincennes laughed. "Well, that answers that question."

"You threatened to spank me, Stephano; that is never going to happen."

He leaned over and whispered into her ear, "You told me to put it on my wish list. After getting married and fucking you silly; spanking that delicious backside of yours is next on my list."

Patricia blushed. He had done it to her again. He won and she hated him, when he did it by using her own words against her. Then she smiled brightly and said, "You have to pass Go, before you can collect your $200 and continue your next turn around the board."

He recognized the Monopoly reference but did not immediately understand what she meant by, "You have to pass Go." As she was walking back to Alan's bedside, it hit him and he yelled out, "BITCH!"

Patricia did not turn around; she continued walking with a big smile on her face, which confused everyone else.

Callaway looked at her and said, "That must have been fun."

"It was as much fun for me, as it was putting your father in jail for you."

"If your smile gets any wider, your face is going to crack."

"If you think my smile is wide now, wait until I tell him I am going to Washington for a while, and he is not coming with me."

"I have to ask this question, Patricia. Why are you still considering marrying him?"

"There is a place in my brain that keeps telling me I love him. When I wake up in the morning I wonder what he is doing. I can't wait to see him during the day, and I fall asleep thinking of him. I fought that feeling for months. I told him on more than one location that I could not and would not marry him, because of what his father did to my mother and my friends. He would not take no for an answer. He kept coming after me, and he will not take no for an answer. He loves me, even though I left him at the altar. He is trying to change the things I have a problem with, and he is doing a good job. How can you not love a person who is trying to better himself for you? I should kill myself, or kill him to avoid the pain we are going to cause each other, during our marriage, because there is going to be a war. However, the good parts are going to be so wonderful. I hope they make up for all the bad."




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 11



"Patricia, if you're going into a marriage with that attitude, it is doomed to failure. Don't get married; live together, have children together, but be able to leave each other without going through the hassle of the divorce. They always tear you apart, and instead of being friends with children. The children get hurt and the both of you wind up being enemies. I could not believe what my father did to my mother. It broke her spirit and she was still a young woman, in the prime of her life. He destroyed her, and she was never the same. I don't want that to happen to you."

"I have fought that feeling, while I lived with my mother. She and I talked about marriage and sex in that order, since the day I got my period. I have lived my life by that creed, and I promised my mother and myself that I would not have sex before I got married. I'm coming up on 23 years old soon, and I am going to be seeing a psychologist and talk to her about it. I would rather have talked to my mother, but she was killed several years ago, by Stephano's father. I need to talk to someone, who does not know me, and can give me impartial advice about my life; what I should do with it, and about sex?"

"What are you doing tonight Patricia?"

"I was going to stay at the hospital to keep everyone company."

"No you are not; you are going out with me. We are going to get wasted, and talk about sex. I am an expert in both categories. You cannot juggle three men at the same time, keep all of them happy, and still have two men want to marry you."

"Callaway, you are Irish Catholic, you are not supposed to do that before marriage."

"Patricia, you are so naïve. The church made those little boxes on either side of the Isles called, "Confessionals." The priests cannot wait until I go there to get their weekly fix. When the old women see me on line, they go to a different confessional, because they know I am going to be in there for a long time. It is not that I have a lot of sins to confess. It is the priests that keep asking me for details of what I did, and how I did it. They want me to get very specific."

Patricia blushed again. "What time should I be ready? Where should we meet, and how should I dress?"

"Be ready at 8 o'clock, and I will pick you up at Susan's. Dress as slutty as you know how."

"I guess I will be going shopping, because I don't have anything that fits that description."

"What size are you?"

"My body is a four; my chest has other ideas."

"Don't go shopping for one night, come to my place instead. I will be able to give you something that will get you through the night."

"I do not want to look like someone who is going to dance on a pole."

"I don't go that far either. Trust me Patricia, you will look slutty. However, you will be covered. Let me give you my address; be at my house at seven."

"I haven't been drunk in so long I have forgotten what it feels like."

Callaway laughed. "When you are really drunk, you are not supposed to remember what it feels like. You just feel sick the next morning."

"In that case, I have to send out a bunch of emails now. I will tell Stephano about my trip to Washington just before we leave. The explosion should be felt in Las Vegas."

As Callaway was briefing her relief, Patricia said her goodbyes to Susan and Alan. They were as happy as two people could be, now that he was awake again. Tomorrow they would go together, and see their son for the first time. They would finally be able to give him a name.

Stephano asked Patricia if she was ready to go. 

She replied, "I am not going to Susan's tonight. I am going out with Callalily. We are going for a girl's night out. She thinks I need to loosen up a little, because I had been under too much stress. One of the reasons is because I have to tell you something and I know you are going to explode when I do."

"What did I do now?"

"You did not do anything. I received a call from the Director of the FBI. Michael wants me to come to Washington to do some computer work for the Bureau. It seems to be very important, because he cannot have his own people do it. I will be staying at his house for the duration of my time there. You are to stay undercover out here, so the families do not know where you are."

"How long have you known about this trip?" 

"I found out about it this morning."

"How long are you going to be away?"

"Indefinitely.

"You expect me to accept that answer from you?"

"You have to Stephano. I am not tied to you. We are not pledged, engaged, or married to one another. At this moment the best way we could phrase our arrangement is that we are good friends. What used to be is gone. You said it yourself, 'You have a lot of work to do.' You do not need me here to do it. You can call me, if the spirit moves you, or not. I will be busy working on my project, and you will be busy on yours. One day we will meet again, and we can hope that the change in you will be enough to satisfy me."

Up to this point Stephano had been able to control his temper, but her last statement did him in. He raised his voice so loud the walls in intensive care reverberated. "Patricia Parent, you and I are done. I want no part of you. Take your life wherever it wants to go. Jump off a building, jump off a bridge, jump off a cliff, I will not mourn you. You expect everything from me and you are not willing to do anything yourself. You said this would be a 50/50 proposition, and all you do is cut me to the quick. From this point forward, find a tree and fuck yourself with it, because I don't want you. Tell Michael I am not going to testify against the families. I am going to disappear. You brought this on yourself, and I hope and pray that you can't live with it. Maybe my father should have killed you, instead of your mother. It would have saved me a lot of pain. Go fuck yourself Patty; I hope no man or woman ever does." He stormed out of the hospital, without looking back.

Patricia stood there stunned. Tears were flowing from her eyes, but she was not sobbing. She did not think she went too far, but apparently he did, and he was the one that counted.

Callaway came up behind her, took her by the shoulders, and said, "Let him go. You said it; a marriage to him was going to be very painful. Look at how much pain you are in now, and you are not married."

"You're right Callaway, but I never gave marriage a chance."

"Patty, we are going to get hammered tonight. You do not have a choice in the matter, because I am not giving you any."

"I really don't feel like going out. Can I just go home?"

"You want to go home and feel sorry for yourself. I am not going to let that happen. You are coming with me and I am going to anesthetize you."

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39. Protection Detail

"I can't wear this, I am falling out everywhere."

"Patty, the problem is your chest. I don't have a strapless bra big enough to hold you in. Loose those puppies pick the dress up 3 inches. Instead of being mid-thigh, the dress is aaaa ummm, very high."

"In other words, if I bend down everyone is going to see everything."

"If I were you, tonight I would been at the knees."

"Can I wear a sweater to cover the lack of the top to this dress?"

"Come on Patty, you are completely covered. You show a lot of skin, but there is nothing indecent about that top."

"Do you wear this when you go to confession?"

"No, but it would give the women in line, food for thought about my line of work."

"Callalily, I cannot go out looking like this. My mother would disown me, and my father would kill me."

"Let's find out what he thinks."

"Are you out of your mind, put my phone down."

"Stand still Patricia, I am going to take a picture, send it to your father, and ask for his opinion."

Patricia was not happy but she struck a pose and Callaway took her picture. She handed the phone to Patty, who wrote a short email to her father requesting his opinion of how she looked. She explained to him she was going out for the evening with a girlfriend, and did he think she would be okay in it. When she was finished she hit send.

When she turned around, Callaway was not there. She called out and Callaway yelled, "Bathroom!" Callalily was on her cell phone calling William. She was good with numbers and had memorized his phone number while Patty emailed him. He did not answer the phone, Jemma did. Callalily explained the situation quickly to her: Stephano's sudden departure, the mean-spirited words, and Patty absolute devastation over it. Then she told Jemma what her prescription for this ailment was, and Jemma agreed, hesitantly.

Jemma said, "I hold you personally responsible for her honor. If anything happens to her or to it, I can guarantee you, you have no future. Her father will move heaven and earth to get to you. Hold on one moment, your email just got here."

Jemma looked at the picture and said, "Holy Crap! William would not let a man within 60 feet of her in that outfit. Ms. Callaway, her father would not let her out of the house in that outfit. I will send her a text and tell her she looks beautiful, but be careful because she is not accustomed to looking so stunning. Keep your wits about you, and keep her safe. Where are you taking her?"

Callaway gave her a list of three places they would probably hit during the evening, in order. She was not used to dealing with Italian families, but just the tone of Jemma's voice sent chills up her spine. Maybe this idea of hers wasn't one of her best, but it was the best for Patricia, and she needed this night out. She hung up the phone and went to see what Patricia was doing.

"Did you hear from your dad yet, sexy?"

"Yes, he told me to be careful and told me to have a good time. He said he never saw me dressed like this before, and to be very careful of my surroundings. It sounded more like a reply from Jemma than from him."

"Are they always close together?"

Patricia laughed, "Jemma is all over him like a wet rag. I don't know where he gets his stamina, but she always walks around with a smile on her face."

"They must've been together when your email got there and discussed what we were going to be doing tonight."

"That is probably it. Before she met my father, she was a wild child and she loved the clubbing scene."

"Now that this is settled, make sure you have everything you need in your bag. Then leave everything you don't need here, and we are on our way to forget our worries."

"Call a taxi, because I am not going with you if you are driving."

"I work in the hospital; I know better. I have a standing appointment with a taxi company, for my night off. They have a taxi in front of this apartment at 8 PM, or I scream into dispatcher's ear. He is one of my former boyfriends, and he does not like hearing from me."

"Callaway, you are too much. You work from 6 AM to 6 PM. You get home, shower, eat, change, and go out for the evening. How the hell do you do it?"

"I only get one day off a week, because we are so short of nurses out here. If I did not have a chance to blow off steam on that one night, I would burn out."

A car horn beeped outside and Callaway said, "Our chariot is awaiting, let's go party!"

Jemma could not get rid of the feeling she had made a mistake, and had put Patricia in an untenable position. She had to get her help, but she had to tell William what she had done first. She knew it was the right thing to do. She walked into the bedroom, and he was lying on the bed reading his novel.

When she did not lie down next to him, as she always did, William knew something was amiss. He joked with her say, "How bad is that damage to the car?"

"William, I may have made an error in judgment. It concerns Patricia, and now I am worried."

William motioned for her to sit by him, and to explain what was happening. She started by showing him the picture.

"You let her go out looking like a tramp?"

"She does not look like a tramp. Young women go out looking like that every evening, when they go dancing or to a club. Just because you are senile does not mean the rest of the men in the world do not like looking at a little flesh."

"I like looking at your flesh. I just don't like looking at my daughter's flesh."

Jemma gave William the abridged version of what went on that day, between Stephano and Patricia and realized what Callaway was trying to do. It was age-old remedy that he himself had used on friends, who had gone through divorces and had lost children. However, this was his daughter, and in the state she was going to be, anything could happen. If it did happen he did not believe she would be able to handle it mentally. She could close down into herself, and be lost to everyone, forever.

William picked up his cell and called Alan for help. No one answered his phone at home so he called his cell, and Susan answered.

"Hello Susan, this is William Zabo, Patricia's father, how are you?"

"I am much better William, thank you for asking. Alan and I had a little boy yesterday. He came a little premature, but he is doing very well."

"Patricia did not tell me the baby came early. My heartiest congratulations, Alan must be thrilled."

"When he came out of his coma he was."

"All right Susan, Patricia has kept me in the dark about a lot of things apparently. You can give me the long version, or the short version, whichever you have time for, but I think I should be allowed to know what's going on."

"Okay William, here is the short version. After everything settled down from the Sedona incident, Sergeant married a long time sweetheart named Cassandra. Stephano and Patricia had a long talk about their relationship and decided to try to make it work if he would change his ways. He agreed as you know because you spoke with his mother. While they were here, I started bleeding. They helped rush me to the hospital. The baby was born by C-section but they could not stop my bleeding. Sergeant arrived at the hospital, and thought I was going to die. He picked Alan up and hit him on the side of his head cracking his skull, put him into a coma. They put him in ICU. Moments later, they stopped my bleeding and I was fine. So I could not see my husband because he was in ICU, and I could not see my baby because he was in the neonatal unit. The following day Alan came out of his coma, and Patricia got a phone call from the director of the FBI. They need her in Washington to do some computer work, with a bunch of her classmates. They wanted Stephano to stay undercover out here so the families could not get to him. Something went terribly wrong when the two of them were talking about it, and Stephano said he wished his father had killed her, instead of her mother, as well as other ways she could die. He hopes that no man will ever touch her because of the kind of person she is. He left the hospital in a hurry. She was crushed by his words."

"When does the movie come out?"

"I don't know William, but there were enough twists and turns this past few days, to make a thriller."

"Is Alan able to speak to me for a moment?"

"He has not shut up since he regained consciousness."

"Hello Beta how is everything?"

"I need your help, and you are lying down on the job again."

"What is going on William?"

"Your nurse Callaway took my daughter out wearing a safety pin and a handkerchief. You know how Patricia is about morality, and if they both get drunk and something gets out of hand because of what she's wearing, no judge would find the man guilty. I am not saying that I will not find him guilty, but legally he will not be. I need someone; no I need a lot of someone's protecting her tonight, and I don't know who I can get at such short notice."

"Hang up William, I am on the job." 

"Susan, call 'Stone Hands', I need a favor."

Sergeant picked up the phone and said, "This had better be good Susan."

"Aw, are you dick deep in my friends' pussy, or does she have it down her throat? Am I interrupting your playtime you poor, poor man. The man that put my husband into the hospital on the day of his sons' birth is having fun and something important came up, that wasn't you. Is that what happened, you idiot?"

"I get the message Susan, what can I do for you?"

"I don't want anything from you. Alan wants to talk to you."

"Okay, put him on."

"Hi Sergeant, it's me Alan, do you remember me?"

"Yes Alan I remember you. How may I help you?"

"I am not as vindictive as your cousin, so I will get to the point. William Zabo called. Patricia is out with Callalily getting drunk. This is not a good thing with the way Callalily dressed her. If anything were to happen to his precious daughter's virtue tonight, we would have another murder on our hands, within the next few days. Neither one of us wants that to happen. How many plainclothes people can you get to go to those clubs and make nice to two beautiful ladies all night, and keep the rest of the jerks away from them?"

"Where are they going to be Alan?"

"The first place they were going was Mustang Sally's. ' BullRideIn' was the second. If we don't catch them by there, it is going to be too late."

"'BullRideIn' is not the kind of place I would think Callalily would go. It has kind of a rough crowd there."

"I am just telling you what I was told Sergeant. I need you to send in the Calvary."

"I am not a horse soldier sonny, I am a Marine. I will get the boys ashore as soon as possible."

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"Sergeant, I am going to put call block on your number. I shit every time I see your name pop up on it."

"Aw come on Felix, it's not all that bad is it? What I have for you tonight, you are going to love."

"Which way is the knife coming from Sergeant? I'll put another vest on."

"The only vest you will need is the one under your suit jacket."

"Okay, what do you have up your sleeve now?"

"Do you remember the young lady that you kissed to get her boyfriend jealous?"

"Of course, I can do that again if you want."

"Get dressed because you're going to do it now. The boyfriend cut her to pieces this afternoon and left. One of our nurses is taking her out to get her drunk, which by itself is not a problem. The problem is the way she dressed her, or didn't dress her. The father wants bodyguards around her because she is still a virgin and wants to remain that way until she gets married. The father is a very powerful man, with contacts on both sides of the law. Can you and your men be of any help tonight?"




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 11



"I have four card players that would be willing to help. We will be on our way in 15 minutes."

"Great, get moving, do you remember what she looks like?"

"How could I ever forget Sergeant?"

"Well, just picture her three quarters naked with the same face, and keep the pigs away from her and the nurse that's with her."

"Send pictures of the two of them to my car, along with the places they are going to be. We are on our way."

"Thanks Felix, don't spare the horsepower."



41. First Response.

The Attorney General arrived at his office at 8:30 AM and walked straight through the area marked off as a crime scene. The FBI agents did not say anything about it to him. Their supervisor had been suspended without pay, pending dismissal from the service. All the agents that were with him in the control room had been suspended for one month without pay. They would go back to Quantico Virginia for retraining on procedures, after their return. The Ax had fallen. It had fallen swiftly and hard on those involved in Saturdays' incident. Fear ran through every man and woman working on this case. They moved slowly and meticulously, not wishing to make the tiniest error that could bring the wrath of the Attorney General, and the Director of the FBI down around their necks. The case was cut and dry and all of the criminalists knew it. They found the initial cut on the seal of Fred's door. They tested the material used by the two men to fool the cameras and found that it worked well. The Glock 17 had been hidden in a paint can, with an insignificant mark on the side of it. No one would have noticed the mark, except someone who was looking for it. Lewis Montrose was flown out of Bogotá, Columbia, on a private jet. It was a Thursday evening, and no court is scheduled for Friday's in Columbia. He was flown to Atlantic City, New Jersey on a gambling junket for high rollers. With casino executives and limousines waiting for their guests, immigration agents barely looked at the Columbian passports and waved the 'Whales' through the line, and on to the waiting executives' arms. Montrose took a jet helicopter to a location, on Staten Island, where he was briefed by the members of the team. He was shown pictures of the Attorney General's office. They showed him the picture the safe was hidden behind. He memorized the six-digit combination for it. They practiced in a mockup of the room. They could take their time to prepare properly, when they were in Fred's office, however, once they were in the Attorney General's room their best practice time was 75 seconds. Considering the pressure they would be under that day, they figured that it would take 90 seconds to get it all done. They had to get to the safe, open it, use the incendiary device, get out of the room, into their white painters uniform and re-join the painters. Everything would have to go off perfectly, but they knew it rarely did. The criminalists knew there was a third man involved, because on the day of the break-in, Montrose and one of the painters switched. Montrose was wearing the painters ID card. The men and women worked hard to complete the third floor of the building. They moved everything up to the fourth floor, and continued painting. They were running behind schedule, and they were tired. Every so often a painter would sit down and take a breather, go to the john or get a drink. This was when the guards lost track of the two painters, for the short period of time. Unfortunately, the timing was perfect for the run-in with the Attorney General, his guests, and the disastrous meeting that occurred. The criminalists had been over the room four times. They saw no reason to waste any more of their talents or time on it. If anyone was going to criticize their work, or thought they could do it better, let them. This room was clean, their work was done. They picked up their cones, removed the tape from the floor, and told the guard standing at the Attorney General's door that they were done.

42. 2 P.M.

Sharon and the girls kept checking the time. It was always 1 PM. The time never changed. Sharon took out her cell phone to verify the clock was not broken. Her cell phone it was 1 PM. She almost threw it against the wall. Why did time stand still when you wanted it to run. 

Julia Atwater did everything she could to try to keep their spirits up, but she knew she was fighting a losing battle. The guards at Fred's bedside called her every 30 minutes, if there was a change in his condition or not. No news may be good news, but in this case Julia knew that keeping everyone informed was imperative.

She saw them checking the clocks in the house, their watches, and their cell phones, and knew they want to be at the hospital, and not at her home. They would rather sit on nails, then on feather cushions at this moment. She called a member of her staff and told him to bring a limousine around front, because they were leaving. 

She went over to Sharon and said, "We are going to be very early, but we are leaving now."

Sharon nearly crushed Julia, when she hugged her, and thanked her for being so kind. When Sharon turned to tell the girls to get ready, they had disappeared. She turned to Julia and said, "I believe they wanted to leave too."

Julia laughed, "I didn't even have to be a telepath to realize that."

They arrived at the hospital at 1:30 PM, only to find Clark sitting in the VIP waiting room, working on his computer.

Julia walked over to him, kissed him on his head, and said, "He is worse than a child. He would sleep here if he could."

"I can't even talk to the fucking doctor. He is surgery and they don't know when he will be out."

Julia looked at Sharon and said, "Don't you just love brilliant men. They are smart, beyond belief in their areas of expertise; but when it comes to something outside that area, they are blind as bats. Clark you don't need to talk to the surgeon anymore. His job is done. He may check in, to see how Fred is doing, but now the specialists are in charge. You have to speak to the nurses. You ask them who has taken over Fred's case. Contact those doctors individually, or line them up against a wall, and fire questions at them. You have to remember, 'Nurses run hospitals, not Doctors.'"

Clark looked at his wife and asked, "Why are you never around when I need you?"

"You leave me at home, because you like playing political games with the big boys."

"Okay caboose, go find me a nurse that knows something about Fred."

"It may be the last part of the train that leaves the station, but your nose still follows it around." Julia sashayed out of the room just to put a little emphasis on her statement. She returned a few moments later and said, "You can go in and see Fred now."

Clark said, "It's not 2 o'clock yet."

"Sharon, would you like to go see Fred?"

Sharon was out of her chair instantly, so was the Attorney General.

Julia said to her husband, "Clark, it's not 2 o'clock yet."

"I know dear, nurses run the hospital."

"Girls, you can go also, but you must be very quiet."

The four twins hugged Julia, and thanked her for getting them in.

They had Fred isolated on both sides, with him in a center unit. As they looked at him, the first thing they all noticed was that he was as pale as a ghost. His skin was nearly translucent but he was breathing on his own, even though he was receiving oxygen. The pole holding the IV fluids looked like it would bend at any moment, because of the amount of bags that were on it. 

However, the seven people surrounding the bed were not sad. Fred was alive and it looked like he was holding his own. Sharon leaned over the bed rail and kissed the entrance and exit wounds on his head. Things would have been so much worse if the bullet had penetrated his skull.

Clark held his hand, just to let him know that he was with him in this fight.

The girls touched any part of his body that was available to add their strength to his.

His nurse came over and said, "He has been here for 17 hours, and his condition has not worsened. I know that is not what you want to hear but believe me that is good news. It means no post-operative infection has set in. In Mister Hastings case, that would have been disastrous. Due to the amount of blood he received, he is getting massive amounts of antibiotics and even an anti-rejection drug as a just in case. The Hematologist does not want his blood coagulating in his veins, so he is also receiving a blood thinner. If you see bruising on his skin, we are not beating him up, it is normal. The cardiologist is watching him closely, and he is on a heart monitor 24/7. The neurologist is very hopeful there is no brain damage. They did an MRI and CAT scan early this morning, and both results came back good. They showed no internal damage to the head's bone structure or soft tissue of the brain. His cranial pressure is down, even though it is still higher than normal. His pupils react to light, although he does not react to pain stimulus yet."

Sharon said, "That will come, I guarantee it."

The women, Clark, and the nurse laughed at that statement."

The nurse told them they could stand where they were until 4 o'clock, when visiting hours ended, but nothing would happen between now and then. They can also come back this evening at 8 o'clock for the evening visiting hours, which end at 10 PM."

Sharon said she had to take the girl shopping for clothes, with Julia, so they would leave now and come back for this evening's visiting hours. Clark opted to stay for a while longer before returning to his office. He had to find another assistant, until Fred was able to return to work. He refused to think of any other possibility, except Fred returning to his side.

He stood there holding Fred's hand talking to him quietly, about the things they had done together, since they met while he was at Harvard. The little things that made him stand out from the other volunteers for his campaigns for Connecticut State Attorney and Governor. How he helped him through the dark days of his divorce. How he helped him during his courtship of Julia, and finally, his victory as Governor of the state of Connecticut. He said, "Fred, there is so much more I want to do. I want you to be there at my side. Keep fighting my boy, keep fighting."

He did not know if it was a wish, or if it was for real, but he thought he felt Fred squeeze his hand. He said, "Do that again Fred, squeeze my hand again."

Almost imperceptibly, Clark felt his hand being squeezed.

"Good Fred, very good, we are all here for you. Sharon, Sandy, Cindy, Debbie, Danni, and Julia, we are all here. When you are ready we will be here by your side. Rest and get better my son; we will be here for you."

He turned to one of the guards and said, "Get his nurse now. He opened his cell phone, and called his wife. As soon as she said hello, he said, "Tell Sharon he squeezed my hand."

When the nurse arrived she said the Attorney General, "Do not make too much of this, it could just be a muscle twitch."

Clark responded, "I thought so too, the first time, until I asked him to do it again, and he did."

This changed the nurse's opinion. She replaced his hand with her own, and asked the Attorney General to speak to Fred again. Ask him to squeeze your hand. It is very important he squeeze your hand again.

Clark begged Fred to squeeze his hand one more time and told him how very important it was to do it.

The nurse waited, and a few seconds later her eyes opened wide. "He did! He heard you. He squeezed my hand. You have no idea how important that was. I am going to call the doctor and tell him. Tell Fred to go back to sleep, he must be exhausted. Whenever he wants to let us know he is awake, tell him someone will be holding his hand."

He spoke into his cell phone, "Sharon, he understood what I said to him. When I told him to squeeze my hand he did. When the nurse asked me to have him do it again, with her hand in his, he did it again. Sharon he is going to be fine. Our man is going to be fine. We will sit with him in shifts, and hold his hand. We will never leave him alone. We are going to get him back, Sharon. I am going to have one of our lawyers get you that divorce. The days he opens his eyes, I would like you to be able to tell him that you are free woman, and when he is ready both of you can get married."

Sharon was already crying over the good news of Fred being able to hear, understand, and respond, to a command. When Clark told her what he wanted to be able to do for her and Fred, the tears flowed continuously.

"Thank you Uncle Clark, you have been so kind to someone you don't know. It is no wonder that Fred adores you."

"Sharon, you and your family haven't seen anything yet. I am very wealthy man, and Julia and I have no one to leave our estate to. We do now. You, Fred, and your daughters will become our heirs. Our largess will not wait until after we are dead. Your family will never have to worry about money again. Fred will be able to take his time, before he returns to work. I know him; as soon as he is able to sit up in bed, he is going to want to sit at his desk and work. If we have to tie him down, he will rest and recuperate properly. We will not lose him, because he is so stubborn."

Sharon laughed. "In his condition, I can't even threaten him by withholding blow jobs."

Clark laughed uproariously over her joke. "Young lovers without sex would be a problem." He said, "Fred had been celibate so long, his libido will drive him up a wall."

"Uncle, you have no idea how right you are. Once he started, he did not know day from night. The girls were never sure what time we were leaving because of his problem; if you can call it "A Problem."

"Come back to the hospital Sharon. He can hear my side of this conversation. He is squeezing my hand continuously. As usual he will not listen to me, when I tell him to rest. He has to rush things, do them perfectly, and return to the next job. If he does not stop this nonsense, and rest, I am not going to get him the raise I promised. I will see you when you get here Sharon. Goodbye."

"Fred stop squeezing my hand; I have to ask you some questions. Squeeze my hand once for no, and twice for yes. Do you understand?

Fred squeezed his hand twice.

"Are you in pain?"

Fred squeezed his hand twice.

"Do you want more pain medication?"

Fred squeezed his hand twice.

"Do you know who shot you?"

Fred squeezed his hand once.

"Did you know anyone was going to be in our offices Sunday?"

Fred squeezed his hand once.

"Were you involved, in any way, with the break-in in our offices Sunday?"

Fred squeezed his hand once.

The Attorney General breathed a sigh of relief, when Fred answered his questions the way he had. He knew the questioning was illegal, because Fred was under heavy sedation and could not be held responsible for what he was saying, but responding the way he did, he was sure Fred was exactly who he knew he was: His trusted friend, colleague, and advisor.

The Secret Service agents listened to the conversation and recorded it, indicating the answers Fred had given.

The nurse arrived with Fred's pain medication, inserted the needle into the intravenous line, and watched the monitors as Fred drifted off to sleep. She repeated the words of the surgeon, "That young man has something to live for. I have never seen anyone, who has had such extensive surgery, recover consciousness and cognitive function so quickly."

The Attorney General looked at her and said, "There are very few men in this world like Fred Hastings."

Clark met the limousine at the front of the hospital. Before anyone got out he asked if they had had lunch. Everyone answered, "No." He got in with them and said, "They just gave Fred pain medication, and he will be asleep for several hours. We will get something to eat and then returned to the hospital before he wakes up. While we are eating I will tell you everything that went on, while I was with him."

The driver said, "Sir, at this time of day every place is going to be crowded. Where would you like to go?"

"Take us to the Senate dining room, Steven."

"That will cause quite an uproar Sir."

"I will tell them to take it up with the President."

43. An Ethical Lesson

Bruno Valentino was walking on a path on the Fort Polk army base, when he was informed that he had a guest waiting for him in his bungalow. He smiled because he thought it was his wife, Victoria. He was very surprised when he walked through the door and saw Stephano standing there. He did not look happy, as he approached him to say hello.

"What happened, Stephano, you do not look so good."

"I broke up with Patricia. I could not stand the barbs she kept hitting me with. Sunday was the last straw. She told me she was going to Washington to do some computer work for the FBI, and did not know when she would be back. I had to stay out West and continue to hide. We had agreed that I had to change some of my attitudes towards women, before our relationship could continue. We were supposed to meet at a 50-50 point, but I felt she kept pushing me past that line. The final straw was when she told me that our relationship was at best, "Good Friends." Then she said, when she got back she would see if the changes I made in myself were good enough for her. I could not take it anymore. I told her to go fuck herself, and I wished you had killed her, instead of her mother. I told her I was not going to testify at the trial of the four families, because of her. I said many other remarks that I hope hurt her as much as she hurt me, but most of all I told her I hope she died a virgin, because I wanted no man or woman to ever touch her, because of what she was."

Bruno looked at his son and asked, "And what is she Stephano? What brought out all this anger in you? I have never seen a woman have this type of effect on you. You normally use women as toys, and toss them aside, when you got bored or tired of them. Why does this one get under your skin?"

"Pop, don't you start with me?"

"I am not starting anything, I just asked a question, if you don't want to answer it, just say so. Just be honest with yourself."

"She is different. Okay, are you happy now?"

"I am not the one that has to be happy; you are. If you are happy you left her, that's fine. This world is full of beautiful women, and you can have many of them at the drop of a hat. You are very handsome young man, with a lot of money at your disposal. Fly down to Brazil, or Argentina, and live like a king for the rest of your life. Pick out a harem, and fuck a different woman, every morning, noon, and night, seven days a week. Make sure they are all virgins, and of legal age. When you get bored with them, throw them away, and start over. You never have to get married, and you never have to worry about children."




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 11



"Thanks dad, I need advice like this right now."

"What would you like me to say, Stephano? I know you talked to your mother, because she and I speak frequently now. I realize now what I did to her, because she told me what she told you. If you want to be like me, go ahead, be like me. If you want to be the man your mother asked you to try to be, then you have work to do, just as Patricia told you. You may not have liked the way she put it, but you must admit she was honest with you. She did not promise you anything she was not willing to give up freely. There is a price to be paid for everything. I am paying the price for my past life. I may not look like I am in jail, but I am. I can walk for miles in every direction, but eyes are on the every second. I can't go to the bathroom without a camera on me. I made hundreds of millions of dollars. I owned Congressman, governors, mayors, judges, important people up and down the line, but I have to pay for that now and for the rest of my life. What are you willing to pay for your freedom? If your conscience is clear, the price is low. If you are not completely innocent, the price gets higher. If you are guilty, the cost becomes much higher, and much more painful to bear. You and you alone have to make that decision."

"I have to admit dad, this conversation is not going in the direction I thought it would. I was looking for some moral support; instead I get a lecture on the ethics. I was the one that went to college and graduate school, and you are the one that is teaching me. There is something wrong with this equation."

"No Stephano, you are wrong. You learned from books, you have yet to learn from life. I am 40 years older than you are. I have learned many ethical lessons, and until now, I have disobeyed them all. If I had learned this lesson one crime sooner, I would not have had Laura Garrett, or those 40 schoolchildren killed. You would never have met Patricia Garrett Parent. Your life would not have been this complicated, and you would not be learning these lessons. You would be a completely different man. Which would you choose to be Stephano? Which man do you want to be?"

"Thanks dad, I came here looking for answers, and I am leaving here with more questions."

"Why don't you stay with me for a while? These woods have many paths and they are great for meditating. Maybe you can clear your mind of some of those questions."

"Okay, I'll stick around for a while, and see how things go. I hope you don't mind the company."

"You will be not staying with me. You will be getting your own bungalow. Your mother is due here any day now, and we want our privacy."

44. The Kissing Amigo's

"You do this every week?"

"If I had two days off a week I would do it on both days. Isn't this great?"

"How can you hear anything at work?"

"The band isn't warmed up yet; wait until the walls start bouncing."

"At least I can see what you meant about my dress fitting in. Several of the girls are wearing things that I can't even call dresses."

"Those are called 'Micros', they have panties sewn in them."

"In other words, they are short cheerleader outfits, with no tops."

"Come on Patricia, there wearing tops. They are just very small, very, very small."

"Are we going to be able to get a table? I feel very conspicuous standing here."

"Patricia, with your white hair, and your fair skin and that red outfit, every man in the place has already staked you out. Standing, sitting, flying on the trapeze, you are fair game for the dance floor."

"I thought we came here to get me drunk."

"You will be, trust me. There's a table, let's go get it."

Just as they got there, too handsome young men arrived also. Patricia was ready to run, but Callaway said, "We will share our table with you, as long as you keep your hands to yourself."

The older of the two men with the dark hair, and the piercing dark eyes said, "We were here first. We will share our table as long as you keep your hands on your side of the table."

"Agreed; my name's Callaway, this is Patricia."

"Hi, I'm Jason and this is Hamilton, or Ham."

Everyone sat down, except Patricia. Callaway pulled on her arm and said, "Patricia, sit."

Obediently, Patricia sat down.

Ham said, "That is a very cute puppy you have there."

Callaway laughed. "You must be blind; she has two very cute puppies."

Patricia smacked her on the arm and turned as red as her dress.

Jason laughed. He said to Patricia, "We know you can react to commands, but can you speak?

"Yes, I can speak. I just have not done this in a very long time, and I am very nervous. Then my friend gives me this postage stamp to wear."

Ham said, "I am a philatelist."

"You know a four syllable word! Congratulations.

Callaway looked at her and said, "Time for her anesthesia."

The server came over to take their order and Callaway asked for two AMF's.

Jason and Ham laughed over her choice. They ordered two beers.

Patricia asked, "What is an AMF?"

"It is in honor of your dearly departed boyfriend, Stephano. It means 'Adios Mother Fucker.'"

Instead of laughing, Patricia's eyes started to water.

Callaway reacted immediately. "You stop that this instant. You didn't leave him, he left you. It was his choice. He knew the rules and did not want to play by them. 50/50 Patty; that was all you wanted. He thought you wanted more and you didn't. He just did not want to work for his portion. He wanted the easy way out. He wanted you to cave in to his demands. Think of all the vile things he said about your mother and your friends. No man, who truly loves you, could say those things. Let it go, let's get drunk, and forget about him."

The drinks arrived moments later, and Callaway said, "Here's mud in your eye."

Patricia put the glass to her mouth closed her eyes, tipped it back, and swallowed its contents. The liquid burned everything from her lips to her intestines. 

When she opened her eyes Callaway was looking at her. "Are you out of your fucking mind? You are supposed to sip that drink, not swallow it like a shot."

"When you said 'Here's mud in your eye,' so I thought I was supposed down it."

"You just drank shots of vodka, gin, rum, triple sec, and blue Curacao. You didn't cough, sneeze, gag, or throw up. You are amazing"

"I got drunk with my mother once. We wound up naked on the living room floor, with our pony unconscious next to us."

Hamilton laughed, "What did you give the poor pony to drink?"

"I don't remember what it was, I was too drunk."

"Within 35 minutes, theirs was the happiest table in the place. The men were on their third beers, while the women had finished their AMF's, 'Sex on the Beach's', and 'Between the Sheets.' They were currently working on their 'Orgasms', when Felix tapped Patricia on the shoulder, and said, "Hello sexy lady, would you like to dance?"

Callaway was getting ready to tell him to fuck off, when Patricia yelled, "Felix, what a wonderful surprise. Are you alone?"

He said, "No, I came with numbers 1, 2, and 4."

"Are we having a contest?"

"No, we are here to keep an eye on you, and to see the dress that you are nearly out of."

Jason and Hamilton were not thrilled that Felix and his friends showed up. Jason said, "Guys, they are with us."

Felix moved his jacket aside and showed his police shield. The two men got up from the table and left.

Patricia turned and said, "Callalily, this is my friend Felix, he is number three. I will let him introduces friends."

"Ms. Callalily, this handsome devil is Anton, he is number four. This is Mark, he is number two. This is Pedro, the leader of our group, and number one."

Callalily was well on her way to feeling no pain, when she asked, "Why are you all numbered?"

Pedro asked her if she had ever been to Prescott during the week of May 8. 

Callalily said, "Yes, you always have that big fair that entire week."

Pedro asked if she knew what the biggest part of that week was.

Callalily said, "Everyone knows that; The Kissing Contest. It is absolutely hysterical. The women fall all over the place, because the men are supposed to be such good kissers."

Pedro smiled at her and said, "That is correct. That's why I am number one, Mark is two, Felix is three, and Anton is four."

Callalily said, "Oh Shit, 'The 4 Kissing Amigos.' I stuck my foot into it, didn't I?"

Patricia said, "Right up to your knee, because I had the pleasure of kissing Felix."

"You slut; you were engaged to Stephano, and you kissed number three?"

"I kissed number three in front of Stephano."

"You double slut. You did that to piss him off."

"Yes, and it worked."

Felix said, "Patricia shall we dance?"

"Absolutely, show me the way."

Pedro asked, "Ms. Callalily, do you dance?"

"I will dance, until you are 2 feet tall."

"I hope you are wearing sneakers, because I have been dancing since I was a baby."

"Let the games begin, Ole'."

Mark called Alan's cell, told him that they had the girls, and they were fine."

Alan called William and relayed the message. He slept much easier that night. He would send gifts to four new friends.

Patricia had not let loose like this since she started college. She knew she was in a very safe environment. She didn't have to watch her back because of the mob, she didn't have to hide her identity, she was free to be herself, and while she was on the dance floor with Felix, and it showed. The alcohol may have helped, but she was totally in control of her faculties. Her body was loose and she danced with the liquid grace of the ice-skating queen she once was. Felix was hard-pressed to keep up with her. After the third dance was over, he begged for mercy. He called Mark over to take his place, while he sat down and ordered a drink.

Callalily was all over Pedro like a bitch in heat. Every dance was a simulated sex act, and neither one of them would back away. It became so bad that when their sixth dance was over, Pedro took her in his arms, and kissed her for all he was worth. Callalily returned the kiss with equal fervor. The crowd began applauding as the two held their kiss longer and longer. When they finally broke apart, neither one of them could walk straight. Patricia grabbed Callalily, and took her straight to the ladies' room. Pedro was escorted to the men's room.

"Callaway, are you in there?" Patricia received no reply. Callaway's head was between her knees. She was emotionally redlined, and her brain was nonfunctional.

In the men's room, Pedro had his head soaking in a sink of cold water, and his friends were laughing at him. He never reacted to a woman this way. He was a Don Juan. He never formed a long lasting attachment. Two months was his maximum commitment range. Two weeks was closer to the norm. He rarely stayed more than one night at any woman's apartment. No woman ever stepped foot into his. He never broke that rule, ever. He told women upfront, that there was no chance of a long-lasting relationship, and don't even think of the 'M' word. If they even mentioned it, he was gone. Suddenly, after dancing with Callaway, he tried to suck her head down his throat, like a female Praying Mantis feasting on her partner after mating. This was not like him at all. Women ran after him. He did not chase them.

Patricia wadded up paper towels, wet them with cold water, and put them on Callalily's neck in an attempt to cool her down.

Callalily said, "Patty that is not where I am overheated. If that man was willing, I would fuck him on the dance floor."

"I thought you said the kissing contest was bullshit?"

"A girl can change her mind. I don't know how many women those lips have kissed, but he can kiss all four of mine anytime he wants."

"Aren't you the one that told me to always be charge of my destiny? Never give more than 50%. All of a sudden you kiss a man for the first time, and you are giving him carte blanche with your body. Do you want me to go tell him that your body is available anytime he wants you?"

"God dammit Patricia, I am supposed to be lecturing you."

"I got all the lecturing I needed, while I was on the dance floor watching you fucking him. I still don't know how to do what I want to do with a man. I don't know how to please a man in bed. I am so afraid that when the time comes I am going to freeze up. I think that's why I am so hard on Stephano. The closer we came to getting married, the harder I made it for him to get close to me. I know that A goes into B, but my mind goes blank at that point. I don't know what I'm supposed to do for him; what I am supposed to feel, or what I am supposed to feel from him. I do not want to fail as a woman. I have succeeded at everything else I've done in my life. The one thing I fear the most is the thing that is supposed to come naturally to me. Teenagers fuck just to have fun, I am almost twenty-three years old, and even though I want to make love with Stephano desperately, I freeze up just at the thought of it. Why am I so fucked up about sex?"

"You don't need to talk to an experienced woman Patricia; you have to speak to an experienced man."

"Yes Callaway and want am I supposed to do. Walk up to him and say, 'Hi, I am a virgin, exactly what do you want from an inexperienced woman, when you climb into bed with her?'"

"You hit it right on the button kiddo. Go straight to the heart of the matter, and let him tell you what he expects. Just remember, his opinion is just that, 'his opinion.' You have to keep asking that same question, over and over again, until you get a consensus of what a man may want from you. I know what they want from me. I give it to some, and I withhold it from others. It depends on how I feel about the man."

"You are some piece of work Callaway!"

"We've been over that point already, haven't we? 

"Yes, I believe we have. However, you want me to go out there, and ask those four men what they would want from a woman, when they climb into bed with me."

"There is no time like the present, and they are your friends. They will not hurt you. They will not steer you wrong."

"What about Pedro and you. Are you going to fuck him on the dance floor?"

"No, I'll be good, at least for now. I will not promise you what will happen, later this evening, because he is a very good dancer."

"You are not too bad yourself, Callalily."

"When is the wedding, Pedro? I have never seen you fall so hard, and fast, for a woman as you have this one."

"Have you ever seen anyone like her, Anton? She dances like the devil herself. Her mouth tastes like liquid fire, and her breasts, oh my God her breasts are magnificent."

"I didn't see her breasts, Mark; did you get to see her breasts?"

"No I didn't Anton, and I was looking. He did not undress her. He must have used the braille method to assess them."

Felix, Anton, and Mark laughed as Pedro dunked his head back into the cold water, again.

As his head emerged Mark said, "Pedro, it is the other head that needs a cold bath."

Pedro said, "If anything touches that head, it will explode."

All four men laughed loudly and long.

Felix reminded the other three that they were here to protect Patricia and Callaway from the other pigs, not to take the place of the other pigs.

"My friends, we have done many things together, but tonight I must break our tradition. I am going to cut that 'Filly' out of the herd, and claim her as my own. Do not worry about me getting home, I will find a way. However, before the sun rises that blonde goddess is going to belong to me, forever."

Mark said, "What do you mean, 'forever?' You do not know anything about her. You have never had a relationship that has lasted for more than a few months, now you are talking about forever. You would not know what to do if you woke up in the morning and a woman was by your side."

Felix jumped in. "We have been in here a long time. The girls are probably wondering if we have run out on them. Let's return to our seats, and act like gentlemen. We will see how the evening progresses. Pedro, please go slowly. See how Miss Callaway responses to you; not only on the dance floor, but while you are seated at the table, talking. Communicate with her through your brain, and not only through your balls. If you need ice to keep you cool, we will pour it inside your slacks. There will be no weddings tonight. Is that understood?"

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The FBI's advance scouting team was 4 miles from the concrete bunker, which was only partially visible above ground. It was a former government weapons storage facility that was purchased by a private company, repurchased by a conglomerate, and whose current ownership was lost in paperwork. In other words, they knew it belonged to a company that was a front for the mob. They watched trucks roll up to the facility, backup, unload, and drive away. After six days of scouting, the trucks stopped coming. 10 days after the last truck was unloaded, the staff stopped showing up for work.

Heeding Patricia's warning, when the strike team showed up with a search warrant, they brought the bomb-sniffing dogs with them. The dogs alerted immediately upon approaching the cavernous delivery bay doors. The dogs alerted before they approached the office entry doors. Everyone except the bomb squad was ordered away from the building. After 30 minutes of checking the front, sides and back of the building, and with the dogs constantly alerting, everyone was ordered back 1 mile from the building. It was time to use the robot.

The search warrant gave them the right to enter the building forcibly. They put a 1-pound charge of C4 into the grip of the robot arm and sent it toward the center delivery bay door. They watched the small tract vehicle climb the steps and approach its target. The controller rotated the arm holding the C4, so the sticky substance on the surface would adhere to the concrete structure which supported the door, when contact was made. They watched as the explosive was pressed against the exterior of the concrete structure. 

The next second everyone was on the floor. The entire building blew up, with the force of 10 tons of TNT. After the initial blast, conditions were chaotic. Some people were knocked unconscious, while others could not hear. The dogs were howling and running around in circles. Car alarms were blaring and testing equipment was damaged. A large mushroom cloud was forming in the air above the building. Whatever was hidden in that building was surely destroyed beyond recognition? However they would check it out carefully. The bomb squad would want to know what type of material was used to set off the blast anyway. The first reaction of the agents was to check on everyone who was still on the ground. Thankfully, no one had died, because of their distance from the building. Nothing else mattered at this moment, but the blast did not make any sense. No ingress part of the building had been touched. The explosive was on an exterior concrete beam. Someone either timed this explosion, or set it off remotely, knowing that no one would be killed. Even in this rubble they would be able to find a part of the explosive device.

The volunteer fire department from the city of Sloan raced to the scene of the explosion, as well as many citizens of the city itself. Many store and home windows had been broken by the force of the explosion and they wanted to see for themselves what had happened in the desert not too far from their homes. When they got there all that was left was a deep hole in the ground and the blackened subterranean sidewalls of the storage facility. 

The initial message sent back to FBI headquarters in Washington was, "Robot dead, warehouse dead, agents alive! Send explosives division help. Q. Reed, SAIC"




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





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"What went wrong Patricia; what happened to you?"

"Stephano left me."

"I'm sorry about that, I truly am, but I have more important things to take care of right now. I need you here immediately. All your people have been contacted. It will take a maximum of two days to get them here. I want you here by noon today."

"Michael, I am not that fast. I would have to get from here to Phoenix, and hopefully catch a connection through Chicago or Dallas to Washington."

"Patricia I told you I would arrange your transportation. Be at the Sedona Airport at 6 AM, and pack only one suitcase. The plane you'll be taking to Washington is relatively small, and should be at the airport within the hour."

At 5:50 AM, Patricia was sitting at the terminal waiting for her aircraft to arrive. There was a big buzz going on outside the terminal, but it did not bother her, because she was wondering what was going on that was so important in Washington. Suddenly, an Air Force officer walked into the room carrying a flight suit. She looked at her and smiled. Ms. Parent, you are in for the ride of your life."

Patricia headed for the exit door yelling, "Like hell I am, I am going to kill that son of a bitch."

Elmore Scott and two other police officers were standing at the door blocking her way.

"I am sorry Patty, but orders are orders. Go with her, or we will have to strip you out here."

Patty turned and looked at the Major and said, "I have a request. If this plane goes down, you kill the director of the FBI, because I am staying with it."

Major Aurora Markham laughed. "You have never lived, until you've felt a rocket fired up your ass."

"I have never had anything up my ass, thank you, and a rocket is not my first choice."

"Come with me Patty, this is going to take a little while. I will brief you while I get you dressed."

"Michael said the airplane was going to be small. How small is this airplane?"

"The airplane is big, the cockpit is small. You will fit in there easily."

"I am sitting in the cockpit? There is no passenger compartment?"

After 30 minutes of complaining and foot dragging, while being dressed in her long johns, G-suit and flight suit, civilian Patricia Parent was escorted by three police officers and Major Aurora Markham to the F-15 Strike Eagle swearing at the Director of the FBI. She was hoisted up, and into the rear of the aircraft and strapped in tightly. The Major put her helmet and oxygen mask on. She said, "Patricia, if I say eject three times you pull on this yellow ring hard and everything else will happen automatically."

"Aurora, I am staying with the airplane. You kill the director for me."

The major laughed. "It would be a terrible waste of a wonderful aircraft."

Major Aurora Markham strapped herself in to the front seat; hit the engine start switches and the twin engines of the aircraft roared to life. She lowered the canopy, increased the speed of the engines to military power, released the brakes, and the jet streaked down the runway. At 3100 feet she lifted the nose off the runway and went vertical.

Patty yelled, "O my Lord!" Her body was pressed into the back of the seat. Her G-suit inflated to keep the blood from pooling in the lower part of her body and she listened to Aurora calmly talking to air traffic control giving her altitude, course, and current speed. When they leveled out at 30,000 feet, Aurora made a call to her tanker, which was 250 miles ahead of them. She said, "We will be there in ten minutes."

Patty thought she was joking. She was not. In less than ten minutes she could see the huge DC-10 on the horizon. Aurora was talking to the boom operator who was vectoring her in. At less than 200 feet Aurora opened her fuel intake boom and flew it straight into the waiting basket. The boom operator said contact, and fuel flowed from the big bird to the sleek fighter. It seemed so easy, but it must've taken years of practice, just like it took her to do things on her computer so easily. Three minutes later Aurora said, "Tanks are full, thank you very much, preparing for breakaway. The boom operator repeated, "Breakaway, breakaway, breakaway."

On the third command, the booms retracted the basket, and Amanda backed off and turned to the left to clear out of the slipstream of the DC-10. She called air-traffic control for clearance to 51,000 feet which was granted and when we got there she called again and told them we were commencing our speed run. The transmission was not acknowledged.

Aurora transferred her communications link-up to the military command net. She was vectored around populated areas for the next 1100 miles, while they were traveling at Mach 2+. In the back seat, Patricia slept. She had no idea what was going on, until she was jostled in her seat. She raised her head and saw they had landed. She thought they were going to get more fuel, and it was a good thing, because she had to pee. 

Aurora said, "You're awake, sleepyhead. It's lonely up there with nobody to talk to."

"Are we going to be here long, Aurora. I'd like to get out and use the bathroom, before we leave again."

"Leave for where Patricia? We are in Washington. Actually we are in Maryland; a helicopter will take you the rest of the way."

"Fuck him, why can I take a car like a normal person."

"Apparently Patricia, you are not a normal person. You are someone special, and you are being treated that way."

"You have no idea how badly I want to be normal again. What time is it?"

"In Arizona it is 9:40 AM. In Washington it is 11:40 AM. He wanted you here by noon, and you made it."

"I am still going to kill him."

"Why, you slept the entire way just like you would have on a commercial jet. Next time, I will fly you here upside down, just to show you what this airplane can do."

"I am sure you love your airplane and the marvelous things it can do. However, if you need anything marvelous done on a computer, you call me and I will show you how I can get a computer to stand up and dance."

"How can you look like you do, and be a nerd, Patricia? I'd like to get to know you better. I am stationed here. Give me a call sometime and we will go out for a drink."

"Thank you Aurora; I would like that."

It was a 14-minute helicopter ride from Andrews Air Force Base to the helipad where Michael was waiting for her. Still bedecked in her flight suit she said to him, "Michael, I hate you."

"I told you I wanted you here by noon; how else was I supposed to do it?"

"What is so important that you flew me here in a military jet?"

"Several things Patty; there was break-in at the Attorney General's office, the building in Sloan, Nevada blew up, just like you thought it would, and I think someone is piggybacking our computer lines at the FBI. Too much information is getting out to the bad guys, and we don't know how it is happening. That's why I wanted you and your friends here so quickly. I am sending my people for training on a new computer system that will be coming in. While they are out of the building, I want you, and your group to take apart our current computer system; find out what is going on, and if possible, find out who is sending the information and who is getting it. You have six days to do it Patty; I can't give you any more time than that."

"Michael, what are we going to do with the other five days?"

"Dammit Patricia, you have no idea how much I hate you, because I don't know if you're joking or not."

"When do I meet your daughters?"

"You will meet them, when I let them out of jail." ****************************************************************************

With 20 days left until the deadline, the old guard of the Valentino family had decided that Anthony Arcado would be their new leader. The younger faction had not yet made its decision.

A 'Meet and Greet' was arranged, with Don Jim Barbara, the head of the Staten Island Family. The location was secret, and Anthony Arcado was picked up by one of Barbara's men to escort him there. The meeting was held in an upscale Italian restaurant on a hill overlooking the Verrazano Narrows Bridge. While the meeting was going on, the entire building, and part of the hill that it was perched upon blew up. Everyone inside was incinerated in the blast. Federal, State City, and company investigators said the cause was a ruptured 6-inch natural gas line that ran under the site.

Joe Lombardo and Mike Caifano did not believe it for one second. Two Mafia Don's and a man that could have been the next Don of the Manhattan Family had perished in 10 days. These were not accidents; they were hits, and the Bosses wanted to know by whom and why. They were not shy about trying to find out who it was. The word hit the street like an advertisement for a Fortune 500 company: $1 million for information leading to the leaders of the plots to assassinate Dominic Oliveto, James Barbara, and Anthony Arcado. Telephones rang from local police precincts to Michael Free's desk within minutes of this announcement hitting the streets. No agency thought of these deaths as murders, but if this type of money was being offered, someone knew something they did not know. A war was brewing and the law enforcement agencies had to be prepared.

Joe Lombardo called 21-year-old Niccolo Oliveto, who had taken over for his father Dominic. "Niccolo, you are not ready for this. Listen to your counselors very closely. Your father was a very smart man and they got to him. How they got to Barbara no one knows, but it was a highly professional job. Send your wife and children out of town, check into a hotel, and prepare for war. That is what Mike and I are doing. We will keep in touch by cell phone."

Niccolo replied, "Joe, we know who did this. We would have to be stupid not to know. It is the young faction from the Valentino family. They are the only ones that stand to gain from this disruption. If they force us into a war, the police come down on us and it's bad for business. My dad used to say, "Do anything except what's bad for business." With the reward out for their heads, they will run for cover, leaving their families alone. Let's take their families for a nice vacation. Take them to the mountains, down to Washington or Virginia. All we have to do is keep them from speaking to their husbands for three or four days. After that they will come crawling to us, begging for mercy."

Lombardo said, "We still would have to find out who the ringleaders are, and how deep this conspiracy runs."

"I will bet you a dollar we will have that information by tomorrow morning."





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"If you get any updates on your son's condition, I expect to hear them immediately."

"Yes Mister Lombardo, as soon as I hear them I will call you."





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"I have $10 that says you're wrong."

"I will cover that. One of her friends said."

After looking around the nurses' station, they all said, "We all will cover that."

Callaway said, "Oh good, another $90 into my million-dollar checking account."

"You have to rub that in, didn't you Callaway."

"When you have it, flaunt it Celia."

The Charge Nurse walked by and said, "Ladies, your patients are waiting, break time is over."

Callaway walked in the room 426, and found Susan wide-awake. "What is going on bright eyes? You are normally sound asleep when I walk in here."

"I talked with Alan yesterday, and I believe I made a big mistake. Do you think you could smuggle a gun in the hospital for me to use on him?"

"Susan, I am tired of him being here. I can't wait to get rid of him. If you're going to kill him, I will bring you a gun. If you are only going to maim him, the answer is no. What did you do that was so terrible?"

"I told him he could name the baby."

"Are you out of your fucking mind? That child will grow up with a complex like your idiot cousin."

"Why do you think I am awake? I haven't slept a wink all night. I can't go back on my word, because he has suffered so much for me. I think I will kill him if he gives our son a name I cannot live with."

"I can't help you there Susan. The birth certificate comes out of medical records, and they do not play games with official documents. I could put Alan back into his coma."

"No, it would just delay the inevitable. I might as well get this over with and see what he has come up with."

After her rounds were over, Callaway went into the ICU to speak to Alan. His bed was clean, and he was nowhere in sight. She went to the nurses' desk to ask about him only to find out he had been transferred to the telemetry area, which is where she worked. She smiled and returned to find out where he was. His name was not on their whiteboard. She checked the computer, and that was no listing for an Alan Robbins anywhere on it. She called medical records and asked for a patient by the name of Alan Robbins. She was informed that no such patient existed.

She said, "He was in ICU yesterday."

"I'm sorry nurse, there is no such patient by that name."

"What the fuck is going on in this hospital? He was treated for gunshot wounds several months ago."

"I am sorry, nurse. This hospital has no records of an Alan Robbins."

Callaway smiled, "Do we have a Mister Jamieson in the hospital?"

"Yes, he is in the room 424."

"I am going to kill the bastard, and save Susan the trouble."

She walked down to room 424 and it was empty. The bed was ruffled but he was not there. "He knows I am looking for him. I don't know how, but he knows." She walked across the hall to check Susan's room and it was empty. She said, "Oh Shit, they've gone to name the baby."

She asked Celia to cover for her, and told her she was going down to Neonatal if she needed her. When she arrived it was too late. Alan was signing the birth certificate. Susan had her head down, looking at her newly named son.

Alan saw her standing by the window and drew something on the whiteboard behind him. Then he wrote his son's name below it. 

When he moved so she could see it she screamed. Alan had drawn a picture of Callaway bent over and his newborn son smiling as he fucked her. She calmed down when she saw the baby's name: Callum Gregory Robbins. It was a fine, strong name, befitting the two parents that gave him life.

Alan erased the whiteboard, and walked out of the premmie area to say hello to his antagonist. "What do you think Callalily? Did you like my drawing?"

"I think the name is perfect. Susan was worried that you were going to give him a really weird name, because you are really weird man."

"I would never name my son Sergeant. I would name him General, or President, but never Sergeant."

"Thank God there is only one of you in this world Alan, if they were two, the earth would shift off its axis."

Pointing to his son he asked, "Callaway, what would happen to the earth if there were one and a half of me on it?"

"I hope he has Susan's common sense. Otherwise, I am going to a desert island, with my money."

"Are you taking Pedro with you?"

"After the flowers come today, and the proposal comes next week, I'll let you know."

"Pretty sure of yourself aren't you?"

"I will bet you $1 million on it."

"Callaway, take a word of advice from a person who has been through the mill twice; go slow. He may be the best thing in the world in bed, but you also have the rest of the day, and the rest of your life to live with him. I fell into that trap twice, and I paid for it dearly. You have two other men you have known for a very long time. Both of them want to marry you. They may not be as big or as good in bed as Pedro, but they have loved you and have known you longer. Felix told me that Pedro is a player. He may be faithful to you for a month or a year. He may be faithful to you forever. There is no way to know. That's why I want you to go slow, and be sure you are making the right decision."

"Alan, you are talking to me like an adult. We are not arguing or fighting with one another. You have given me sound, sage advice. What is wrong with you?"

"I have to be nice to my son's Godmother, don't I?"

Callaway went pale, and was shocked into silence, just as Susan exited the Neonatal unit. "I see you've told her Alan."

"Yes dear and it looks like she's taking it well. You must've played your part very well Susan, because I think she needs a wheelchair."





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Michael Imperiali brought three bottles of wine to the table. He open each in front of the men. He put three small glasses in front of Patricia and poured a small amount of each wine into each glass. She drank each of them has he poured the wine into the glasses of each of the men.

He asked if they were ready to order and they did.

Two hours later, Michael Free had bit his fingernails up to his elbows. "What the fuck are they doing in there?"

"We can't tell boss, the parabolic listening devices are of no use. The music from inside his drowning out all the conversation and whatever other noise is going on inside. The windows are tinted so heavily we can't see through them. We do know two things, there has been no shooting, or explosions."

Michael replied, "Is that supposed to make me happy? Screw this, I'm hungry. I want something to eat, even if it's named Patricia."

"Boss, shame on you, you are married. I'll eat her, I'm single."

"In that case, you go into door first."

The five of them were sitting around the table drinking demitasse and having dessert, when there was a knock on the front door.

The three men jumped and reached for their guns.

Patricia said, "If you are smart, give your guns to Michael and sit with me. If I am right, that will be my boss, Michael Free. I am amazed he was able to wait this long. Please do as I ask and everything I promised you will come to pass."

"Michael, if you would please put the guns into a pot of water and cover them with pasta. I will unlock the front door."

Patricia unlocked the front door and said, "Hello boss, what took you so long?"

"I am going to put you in jail for the rest of your natural life for what you did to me today Patricia."

"Before you start threatening me, just you, and one other man is allowed in here. I have made a bargain with these men, and if you do not live up to your end of this bargain, I can guarantee you that the American Banking system will never be the same."

"Are you threatening me Patricia?"

"You bet your ass I am."

"Have I told you lately that I hate you?"

"I believe we do that every day Michael. Come in."

"Patricia, this is agent Weatherly. He has offered to eat you."

"Agent Weatherly, wouldn't you prefer a Veal Parmesan dinner with linguine on the side?"

"That sounds delicious Miss Parent, I accept your offer."

"What would you like to eat Michael?"

"Your head on a silver platter."

"Did you read the Washington Post this morning?"

"Yes I did, and I must admit I had a lot of fun reading it."

"Wait until tomorrow and see what we have for the administrator of the IRS."

"Are you sure Washington Post doesn't have you on retainer?"

"What a wonderful thought. However, when we do the DEA, we will give it to the New York Times if that'll make you feel better. Do you want to know who the special prosecutor is going to be?"

"The President has announced that yet."

Patricia just looked at him.

"Patricia, I do not want to know how you know that information. I do not even want a hint at how you know that information. You never mentioned it to me. Do we understand each other?"

"I hate you Michael."

"What am I going to do with you Patricia?" He reached out and hugged her for the very first time.

"Let's go see what you offered these guys and if I can deliver it."

As they reached the table Patricia said, "I won't bother introducing you, because you all have a long history together. You are not going to be Mirandized; because that is the error which is going to get you out of trouble."

Michael Free said, "What!"

"Michael be quiet and listen. I have promised these three gentlemen the following and nothing more. They are turning themselves in to prove they are innocent of the charges pending against them. You are going to put them into protective custody, not into one of your hovels, but into a place befitting their positions. After you take care of the Colombian problem, these men will be released on their own recognizance, because of the error you just made. You did not Mirandize them because they were not being questioned at the time. They were just surrendering to you so it was not necessary. When they started being questioned, everyone thought they were already Mirandized, and their lawyers will jump on it. I told them that in the future they would be tried for their crimes and with the information you found the warehouse they will be convicted and sent to jail, more than likely for the rest of their lives. Niccolo already wants to make a deal, because he just took over the family his father ran."

Michael Free said, "That's all you did? What the hell have you been doing for the last two hours?"

Joe Lombardo said, "I take it you have never eaten at this restaurant. I have never had such a delicious meal in all my life. This man cooks better than my mother, and if my mother ever heard me say that she would kill me. Then we had wine and told stories and had dessert and a little Italian coffee. It takes time to eat and enjoy a good Italian meal. It is not a meal to be rushed. It is a meal to be savored like a good woman."

Michael picked up his cell phone and called his assistant. He gave a code word and told everyone to stand down. Everyone could go home except his personal aides, who could come in and have dinner.

Michael Imperiali called his daughter and told her to have everyone come back to the restaurant, because they were about to have a rush. His daughter was ecstatic.

The three Dons were taken to the US Attorney's Office and everything that Patricia promised them was done, in triplicate. They were asked one question before the deal was sealed. Fred Fielding said, "We know Montrose was your mole in this office. Did you have a mole in the Attorney General's office?"

Joe Lombardo and Mike Caifano looked at one another and laughed. Caifano said, "You thought we had a mole in the Attorney General's office? I know we are good, but I didn't realize you thought we were that good. Who sold you the bill of goods?"

"Stephano Valentino overheard a comment at your victory party after the first trial was over. He said you were paying someone a ton of money, and he was close enough to the AG's ass to wipe it."

"He must have heard something out of context. We were paying Montrose a bunch of money to keep us informed of what was going on here in reference to our businesses. What would we need to know what was going on in Washington?"

"I can't answer that, but we will discuss that again at a later date."

When their attorneys arrived at the US attorney's office, they were stupefied that their clients had accepted an offer without their approval, or getting it in writing beforehand.

Fred Fielding called the Attorney General and when he picked up the phone he said, "Clark, there was never a mole in your office. I just got that information from Lombardo and Caifano. The only inside information they were getting was from Montrose out of my office. We can put this to bed now."

"You people did great work of their today, Fred. There will be no room on the evening news for anything else."

"Clark, this is not what it seems. We did not arrest them today. They are in protective custody because of the conversation Patricia Parent overheard on the illegal NSA tap. We are going after the Colombians tomorrow morning. They will have their guard down, thinking that their competition is out of the way. Tomorrow will be another big news day. Do me a favor and do not contact your Colombian counterpart until tomorrow morning. It's not that I don't trust him, it's just..."

"I know Fred, you just don't trust him, and neither do I. I am never sure which way his allegiance falls on any issue. Keeping track of his bank accounts makes very interesting reading. We're not sure if he is putting our money in there, or the cartels. It's a hell of a business we are in, when we know the people we are dealing with are being bribed by both sides."

"As soon as Director Free is in the air, I will have him call you on a secure line, and give you the entire breakdown. Goodbye Sir."

"Goodbye Fred, and again, good work, and good luck tomorrow morning."

As they were leaving the U.S. Attorney's Office, Patricia handed Michael the information Bernice had given her. She said, "Michael, I have one last favor to ask of you. This young woman needs to change her name so she can adopt a child. I could do it for her but that would be illegal. I know you don't want me to do anything illegal again. Do this for her as if she was in the witness protection system. Change everything for her and you will make her life wonderful. You can check her out. She is a wonderful young woman. She is not a criminal, she is not a deviant. She comes from a wonderful family. Help her for me Michael, because I want to disappear, and become what I was before my mother died. I want to become normal, everyday, ordinary Patty. I may become a nun, or just go into the cloisters; but I want to live a normal life. Don't tell any of my friends where I am going, I just want to disappear. Will you do that for me?"

"What about your father and Jemma?"





Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 13



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





Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 13



"What if we were to live together for a year? We split the expenses down the middle. One month we will live in your apartment, and the next month we live in my apartment. If your car breaks down you pay for it. If my car breaks down I pay for it. You buy your groceries, I will buy mine. What do you think; is it worth to try?"

Callaway said, "You are not allowed to participate in the festival this year."

"No, that is not fair. I am the reigning champion; I have the right to defend my crown."

"Okay, no deal. It was a nice thought though. I actually thought you were serious about making a commitment for the first time in your life."

"I was serious, but you are taking my crown away from me."

"Just think, I shaved my pussy just for you and you are thinking about your crown. What a waste. You can take me home now; I don't feel like dancing anymore. Is Mark single?"

"Yes he is, and no you don't. Your pussy belongs to me."

"No, my pussy belongs to me. You couldn't be faithful to a ton of gold, if they threatened to take your crown away."

"That's a lie, for a ton of gold I would make an exception."

"That's what I thought. You stay here. I'll call a cab to take me home. Forget my phone number, I never existed."

"Callie, come back here, I was only joking."

Pedro got out of the car and ran after her. He grabbed her around the waist to turn her around. She swung her arm at his head, and he ducked under it. She tried to jam her heel into his foot, but she missed, and broke her new $600 shoe. She cursed at him for being an asshole, and told him to leave her alone.

He grabbed her arms and said, "Callie be quiet or I will put you on the hood of my car and spank you."

"Go ahead Pedro, and you will see the inside of the jail cell quicker than a speeding bullet." She kicked him in the shin and screamed that he was a fucking moron.

The people going into the Ridge Club could not help but overhear the screaming and yelling going on between the couple. It was a classic lover's quarrel, and they disregarded the combatants.

"Callie are you going to calm down or not?"

"Calm down, you have been seen me get excited yet."

Pedro picked her up, threw her over his shoulder, and swatted her on her ass.

"Now shut up, while I take you back to the car."

"You forgot the heel to my shoe, you wetback."

"Callie, my family lived in California before the Irish knew what clothes were. That's why you people all have reddish blonde hair. Inbreeding does many things Callie; it gives you a genetic predisposition for hair color and for prostitution."

"You are a dead man Pedro. Put me down; I'm going to cut you up like a corned beef."

"That's another thing Callie; all Irish are drunks. I'm amazed any of you have your livers left to filter your blood of alcohol. You are all alcoholics."

Callaway was livid. She wanted to get back at him in the worst way, but how could she do that, when she was in the air, facing backwards on his 6 foot, muscular frame. Her arms were tired from pounding on his back, and she could not kick him, because of where his arms were holding her legs. She was helpless. She rested both her body and her mouth, until she was ignominiously dropped onto the hood of the car.

Pedro said, "Are you going to listen to me or not?"

"Why, do I look like a ton of gold to you?"

"No, you look better than a ton of gold to me. I want you more than that. If you would grow a sense of humor, and start laughing every once and again, you would have understood that by now. I was making fun of you, and you took it seriously. My crown means nothing to me. You mean everything to me. When are you going to grow up Miss Callaway? I told you I love you. I did not hear those words come from your mouth. I told you I was willing to give you a one-year commitment. I did not hear an agreement come from your mouth. I said I would be faithful to you for one year. I did not hear the same commitment come from you. If you don't want any of these things, just say no. I will take you home and I will tear up your phone number and forget you ever existed. What will it be Callie, yes or no?"

"Take me home...

Pedro nodded and walked towards the driver's side of the car.

"...and fuck me. I can't dance with one shoe."

Pedro looked back at her and saw lust in her eyes.

She said, "One year, starting tomorrow, tonight does not count. If you leave your underwear on the floor you will find in 1-inch strips the following morning. I use bleach on the floor. I would suggest if you have anything colorful not to put it there. I will tell you the rest of the rules as we go along."

Pedro responded, "I expect to get laid once every night. I expect your full participation in every act. I don't want you to lie there like a doughnut. I don't want nylons over the shower rod. I don't want panties in the sink. I will tell you the rest of the rules as we go along.

Callaway said, "That works for me, but sex only once a night; that's all I can expect?"

"You little bitch, complaining already."

"Listen you; I am 5'11" tall. If I tease my hair I am taller than you are."

"Are we ever going to see eye to eye on anything?"

"Just remember the old saying Pedro, 'When you have them by the balls, their hearts and minds will follow'." 

She reached out quickly and tried to grab his crotch.

Pedro's reaction was normal. He moved his hands to cover his pride and joy, while folding himself in half.

Callie said, "Do you see how easy it was for me to make you smaller than I am."

Pedro took a quick look around and saw no one in the area. He grabbed Callie, spun her around, and forced her over the hood of his car. She screamed to no avail. His hands went to the bottom of her short dress and lifted it to her waist. He held her down with his left arm and ripped her thong off her body. He balled it up and stuffed it in her mouth. He opened his slacks and let them drop to the floor. He kicked her legs apart, and speared her completely with one thrust. 

Callie's neck reared back, both in pain, and in pleasure, as he invaded her pussy past her cervix on the first stroke. She screamed an obscenity into her thong but no one could hear it. Her eyes crossed as he flattened her chest against the car. "God, he is good." She could not move her hips, because her toes barely touched the ground. It did not matter to him, because he was moving like the piston of a steam locomotive. He would power stroke in, smoothly slide out and down, raise up onto his toes, and power stroke into her again. He did this every other second, and you could hear Callie puff a breath out every time his pubic bone crashed into her ass. It was not a spontaneous reaction from Callie; it was because he kept knocking the wind out of her.

Callie's first orgasm was small, but it rippled through her body for nearly a minute. Pedro yelled, "That is not allowed." 

Callie screamed an almost recognizable sentence into the thong,

Pedro said, "Only big orgasms are allowed Ms. Callaway. It appears added stimulation is necessary." Before Callie could react, he reached under her hips to her center and pinched her clit. She exploded upon contact. Her world went white, before she started to grey out."

Pedro saw Callie start to enter a peaceful slumber, but needed her awake. He smacked her ass and her eyes jumped open.

Her thong fell out of her mouth and she said, "You are a real prick. That was a beautiful orgasm and I could have used the rest."

"I don't like to cum in an unconscious woman. It loses something in the translation. It is like coming in a corpse."

"How would you know the difference?"

"I have been with enough women to know the difference. I am getting ready to cum, and I think I will do it in your hair."

"If you go here my hair, I can guarantee you, when you fall asleep in my apartment, you will wake up with no hair on your body; I mean eyebrows, ears, pits, nose; the whole 9 yards."

"Will it hurt?"

"The way I will do it, it will be excruciating."

"I think I will pass this time." He continued stroking into her for another minute or more until he screamed like a wounded bear, and exhausted himself as he poured his life force into her. 

The police officer shined his light on them, and said, "From my point of view, that was very enjoyable. However, from the point of view of the law, I could issue you a citation for performing a lewd act in public, among many other things. Why don't you two go home and continue to fight like an old married couple. Of course that would mean arguing, instead of having sex."

Callaway lowered her dress to cover her sex, turned around, and said, "We have already argued. We came to an agreement, and sex was the result. He is going to take me home, and I am going to fuck his eyeballs out for what he did to me. He broke the heel on my brand-new pair of shoes. He ripped a brand-new pair of panties, and he insulted my heritage. Three strikes you are out cold. I am the one who is going to deliver the knockout punch."

"Mister, I hope you did not bite off more than you can chew. You may have thought you had a firecracker on your hands, but it sounds like you have a stick of dynamite instead. Be careful what you just wished for, you may have just gotten it. Good night folks; take your act home, and keep your hands to yourself, while you are driving."

"Thank you officer, you stay safe now. Say hi to Felix for me."

"I will Pedro. Be nice to the lady."

Callaway looked at Pedro said, "I guess I will be the laughingstock of the police station in the morning?"

"He knows it was me, he doesn't know it was you. No one knows I had a date with you tonight, I could always lie about it."

"No, I don't want you to start off a relationship with me by lying."

"Let me take you home, you have a promise to keep."

"Which one are you talking about? I made several promises to you tonight."

"There is only one promise I want you to take care of tonight. I am interested in seeing if it is possible. You said you were going to screw my eyeballs out. Even the thought of that has me hard."

"All I have to do is smile at you and you get hard."

"I am very easy to please."

"Are you going to take me home are we going to stand out here all night talking about it?"

"Are you going to get into the car?"

Callaway crawled into through the driver's side, slid over to the passenger side, while wiggling her ass, and buckled herself in. 

Pedro shook his head and followed her in. He did a double take when he realized she had raised her dress above her hips and her legs were splayed open. He could see some of his sperm seeping out of her vagina. She was looking straight ahead, but she had the biggest grin on her face.

He asked, "Are you attempting to develop a sense of humor?"

"From your reaction, I think I succeeded."

He moved his hand between her thighs and scooped some sperm onto his fingertips. He moved his fingers up, and started rubbed them on top of her clitoral hood. Callie started moaning instantly. He slid his fingers down the side of the labia minor, scooped up more sperm and the lubricant she was now providing. He moved his hand up the other side of her labia, torturously slow, bumping into swollen clit as he passed it by. 

Callalily was in heated overdrive. She reached for the seatbelt release, but Pedro would not allow her to free herself. He wanted her to struggle for her release and she was doing just that; she was fighting like hell to reach her orgasm, and he wanted her fight longer.

 He left her clit alone, moved to her vagina, and thrust two fingers into her. It was a difficult task for him, because of the position of his wrist, but he was determined to find her G spot. Callaway was determined to help him, when he continued to have trouble finding it. She moved her hips, and helped his fingers move to the correct position. She grabbed his hand, and held it steady. She moved her hips against that rough spot on the upper lining of her vagina, until he felt it also. He attacked it with the fervor of the teenager, and Callalily leaned back in the seat to enjoy the ride. She climbed higher, and all the stars burst brilliantly, as a major orgasm overtook her. Her eyes closed to enjoy a well-deserved sleep. Pedro started the car and began the short drive to their apartment.



Unfortunately, they did not make it the entire year. He was not happy with her rotating shifts; one week working from 6 AM to 6 PM, and the next working 6 PM to 6 AM. He worked from 5 AM to 4 PM, which matched her morning schedule just fine. When she worked nights they rarely saw each other. They started arguing over petty things, and the petty things turned into larger things, which affected their love life. They finally realized that this was not going to work, and after eight months they decided to separate, and stay friends, instead of waiting four more months and separate as enemies.

Callaway was now dating Harold, one of the two men who had proposed to her several years ago. He was financially secure, and when Callaway told him about her money, he knew she was not after him for his. They were living together in the same arrangement she had with Pedro, and they would see after the year was out, how they felt about one another. The best part was he didn't work, and she didn't want to stop working, because she loved being a nurse.



53. Finding Nemo

"Hello, Mister Free, this is Marie Mobley. 

"Yes Marie, have you found her?"

"No sir, her last transmission was an email to Steve warning him not to try to contact her again. She said she had 'The Garden of Eden' loaded in her computer and the next time he tried to contact her she would not warn him; she would just transmit the program and melt his computer to the ground. She told him she was fine and just wanted to be left alone, until she resurfaced. I checked for any electronic transactions and there were none. I did find two checks she made out. She purchased a Motorhome. She purchased supplies for her Glens Falls Ranch, for the horses that board there. She does this every six months or so for the man who manages the property. Both checks are out of a bank in Las Vegas, Nevada. Other than that Mister Free she has been absolutely silent, as far as I can ascertain."

"Marie don't be disheartened. We have come up against that same stonewall, and I have more people working on it and larger computers looking for her. The reason I asked you to do it, is you were a friend of hers, and you may be able to think of something that she may do that we may never think of. Keep trying for me please. You will be receiving a check for your services."

"Thank you Mister Free, I did not expect to be paid, but it is appreciated."

"You're welcome Marie, when is your wedding?"

"We are going to be married the Saturday after Thanksgiving, because both our families will be able to enjoy being in New York for the holiday."

"That was excellent thinking Marie. It should be an exciting time for everyone."

"I will be just fine Mister Free. It is Steven I am worried about. He is a nervous wreck."

"That is funny Marie. Instead of the nervous bride syndrome, you have the distraught groom. Take plenty of pictures; if and when Patricia decides to come back to us, she will enjoy laughing at him. Goodbye Marie, I have to go back to work."



"Goodbye Mister Free, I will call you when I have something for you."

 



54. Oh Baby

The final touches of the nursery were done. The draperies were hung to Susan's satisfaction. The mobile was hanging properly and the bumpers were securely tucked, and zippered around the inside of the crib. All the safety measures that came with the crib had been neatly checked off as the assembly process had been completed. It was now time to go to the hospital, and bring Callum Gregory Robbins, all 5 lbs. 2 oz. of him, home. The house was so clean it smelled antiseptic. They were not taking any chances of bringing their child, from the sterile atmosphere of a hospital, into a normal home. Today this home was not normal, it was disinfected, and so were the parents. They scrubbed every part of their body vigorously, and there was not a speck of dirt under their fingernails, or toes. There may be some tomorrow, but there was none today. Definitely not today, the day they were bringing their tiny treasure home. They had even gone so far as to have Susan's truck detailed. It had not been this clean since the day it came out of the showroom, and the sales clerk handed her the keys.

Callum had been moved into the nursery. He was no longer needed to be in the Neonatal unit, because he did not require constant care. He was thriving on his own and doing exceedingly well. He was two and half times his birth weight, his lungs were mature and his genitals were still to talk of the nurses.

After all the paperwork was signed, and his parents accepted the notarized copy of the birth certificate, Callum was lifted out of his bassinet, carried gracefully out of the nursery, and handed to Alan.

He was not prepared for this, and nearly went into shock. He could cozy up to mobsters. He could hide undercover for a year. He could be shot and still function well enough to put six thugs out with action. Now he was looking at a 5-pound baby boy, who scared him to death.

He looked at Susan and asked, "What do I do with him?"

"You were the one that got me pregnant dummy; you figure it out." She took the paperwork, picked up the diaper bag, and started walking towards the elevator. 

The nurse looked at him and said, "Useless, absolutely useless."

Alan slowly summoned up courage to walk with his son towards the elevator. When the bell sounded, Callum continued to sleep, but Alan jumped out of his skin. He went down to the first floor, and walked towards the hospital exit. He was stopped by a hospital guard, who asked to see the paperwork for the child.

Alan said, "My wife has it."

"Sir, where is your wife?"

"She came down head of me: Susan Robbins"

The guard called medical records and asked if they had a discharge notice for a Callum Gregory Robbins. The secretary said, "We have no record of a Robbins being in this hospital."

The guard said thank you and pulled his weapon. "Sir, do not move, do not harm the baby, and do not make any sudden moves. If you do I will shoot you where you stand."

Alan said, "Why would I do anything to put my son in danger?"

"That is not your son; you are attempting to steal a baby from this hospital. Help is on the way, and you are going to jail for a very long time."

"What the heck are you talking about? My name is Alan Robbins. This is my son Callum Gregory Robbins. My wife's name is Susan Robbins, and she is somewhere in this hospital. Why don't you page her and she will bring down the paperwork."

"Sir, I believe you are delusional. Either that or you are trying to set yourself up as a mental case. Either way you are not leaving this hospital with that baby in your arms."

"Is nurse Callaway in the hospital today, she can verify everything I said."

The guard picked up his intercom phone and called to see if nurse Callaway was in the hospital. 

She was working, and she was told to go to the lobby to verify the identity of a man trying to leave the hospital, with a baby.

When she got there she looked at Alan and said, "Good afternoon, Mister Jamieson, how are you today."

"Callaway you will never get laid again. I am going to sew you up so tight; a spaghetti noodle will never get through there."

Susan tapped him on the shoulder and laughed. "We got a call from your good friend Michael Free. He reminded us that you are dead, and had to stay that way until the trials are over. That's why the hospital has no record of you ever being here."




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 13



The guard put his gun away.

Alan looked at the three of them and said, "You mean you two set me up?"

They responded, "Who us? Would we do that to you?"

"You will never sleep soundly again. Look for loaded mousetraps, spiders in your bed, and ants in your shoes. The FBI taught me many dirty tricks, and you three are going to be subjected to all of them."

"Callaway, I think we got under his skin. I did not believe it was possible, but I think we finally did it. The jokester has finally been out joked."

"This was not funny. There was a gun pointed at my son."

The guard pulled out his weapon and said, "You mean this? He took a big bite out of the chocolate .38 caliber gun replica." 

He asked Alan, "Would you like some, its Austrian chocolate, and it is delicious."

Alan could not take anymore. He started laughing. They had gotten him good. He took the gun from the guard and bit a piece off the barrel. He said, "This is good chocolate. How did they get it passed Homeland Security, and customs?"

The guard said, "It was very easy. It is made in Kentucky."

Alan looked at Susan and said, "Can we take our son home now, before I kill someone else in this hospital."

"Alan," Callaway said, "you promised you would not kill anyone else in my hospital. Four was your allotment; five and you go to jail."

"Let me think for a moment Callaway. Patricia paid off your student loans; you are an independently wealthy woman, with everything to live for. You are living with someone you love, because you took my advice to go slow. Everything in your life is going smoothly. Yes, you are the perfect candidate. I will kill you and go to jail happily."

"Fuck you Robbins, you hit Susan with one lucky shot, and got her pregnant. Now you strut around like a peacock. I hope Callum keeps you up every night until you are 60."

"Susan, I think I got under her skin. I did not think it was possible, but I think I did it. The mouth from the South has been had."

"Robbins if I ever see you in my hospital again, you are going to go from a Mister to a Miss overnight."

"Our baby's godmother is getting a little testy dear. Did someone put a little jock itch powder into her panties this morning?"

"Get out of my hospital, Robbins, before I take my godson and tell him what a bastard his father is."

"Susan, did you tell Callaway she is babysitting on her next day off?"

Callaway yelled, "No, you can't do that to me. That is my cutting loose day. If I don't have fun on that day I will go crazy."

"But Callaway, you have to bond with your new godson. If anything were to happen to us, we would not want him to go into a stranger's home."

"You had this all planned out Robbins. You got me to say yes at a weak moment, and I thought you were being nice. I should have known better. You are going to torment me with this for the rest of my life. I should have my head examined for saying yes to you."

"You must remember Callaway; I talked Susan into it also. She thought I was the nicest person on the planet for asking you to be our son's godmother. Susan believed I was asking you, because of the gentle and professional care you gave me after I was shot. She didn't realize I did it because of your loud mouth, and abusive nature. Getting even is a bitch, isn't it Callaway."

Callaway ran screaming to the elevator, and back to work. As soon as the elevator door closed; Susan and Alan broke into peals of laughter. They laughed so loud they woke up Callum. He looked around to see what was so funny, closed his eyes, and went back to sleep. He turned out to be a very fine baby. After six weeks of being at home, he began sleeping through the night. After one year, he was in the 70th percentile of babies his age. At his second birthday he was at the 90th percentile. His premature birth did not affect him at all. His parents did not spoil him. His godmother and godfather did. 

Callalily and Sergeant never came to see him, without a toy in their hand. Susan was thankful she had all those extra bedrooms, because one became the storage room for Callum's toys. For his third birthday Callalily went all out. She bought Callum a pony. Sergeant bought him his saddle, and the rest of his tack. 

Susan took out her rifle, and threatened to kill them both, if they did not stop spoiling her son. 



Callum loved his godparents. They were more fun than his parents. They never made him go to bed on time. They let him watch cartoons when he slept over at their houses. They never made him do his letters, read, do arithmetic, or work on the computer. His godparents let him do the fun stuff. They took him on nature trips into the mountains. They let him discover the ancient Indian rock carvings by himself. They took him to see the wondrous land bridge between the two mountains. They let him climb anything he wanted, and to scuff his knees, without fear of being reprimanded by his mother. They let him come home dirty, where his mother wanted him to be clean all the time. Sergeant wanted to buy him a little go-kart, but Susan told him that if he brought it on to her property, it would be open season on his car. As far as Callum was concerned, his parents were stuffed shirts, and his godparents were fun.



55. Stephano Rides Again

"Steve, Stephano, have you had any luck yet?"

"Oh yes, we emailed each other once time. She warned me if I did it again she would melt my computer. She said she was fine and don't ever try to contact her again. When she was feeling ready to resurface she would do it. Right now she does not want to see or speak to anyone, so leave her alone. If I were you, I wouldn't go near her. She may kill you just for the sport of it."

"Steve, we had an argument, and I got pissed off. I said things I should not have said. It happens to all of us when we are in love and we get angry. I have to find her. Give me a hint as to how I can do it."

"Do you remember what she did to the NSA?"

"Yes, I remember, it was the funniest thing I had ever read. The IRS article was not too bad either."

"You could always ask the NSA to try to help you. She was the one that broke in to their computers and pulled out that information. They may be embarrassed enough to want to find her and punish her, because of it."

"I don't want her punished, I want her found."

"Why don't you try the FBI? They're good at finding people."

"What is the name of the person you want my head to be cut off by Steve?"



"That would be the director himself, Stephano, Michael Free. I will text you his number. Have a lot of fresh clean towels available. He may go straight for your juggler vein. He became very attached to Patty, before you decided to destroy her."



"Mister Free, Stephano Valentino is on the phone and he would like to speak to you."

"Tell Mister Valentino unless he knows where Patricia Parent is, to climb into a ditch and die."

"Mister Free, he said he will do whatever you ask of him, after he finds Miss Parent."

The director picked up the phone and said, "Stephano if you are wasting my time I am going to dismember you personally."

"Michael, I fucked up. Haven't you ever made a mistake before? I made a beauty, and I want to find her before she harms herself. I want to find her before she makes a mistake, goes into a convent, and ruins her life."

"I am not sure that going into a convent would be a mistake for her. She was so upset when you left her; all she wanted was to return to a simple, uncomplicated life. A convent or the cloisters, is as simple as life can be. She will have no worries, she can pray for peace of mind and spirit. She will never have to worry about a man breaking her heart again. She waited so long to find someone, and when she did she put her whole heart behind it. Unfortunately, that man was you; a selfish lowlife, who wouldn't know a diamond, from a piece of glass."

"Thank you for that pep-talk Michael. Do you know where she is?"

"The only thing we have on her is that she bought a Motorhome, and some feed for the ranch in Glens Falls, New York, which she does for the man, who is the caretaker there. Both checks were from the bank in Las Vegas."

"Where did she buy the motorhome?"

"Motorhome was purchased out of Tulsa Oklahoma."

"I didn't know she could drive anything that big."

"If she can make a computer dance, she could drive a tank by reading the manual."

"You're probably right, but who would sell her a motorhome if she didn't have the proper license."

"In this economy, any dealer would sell his right nut to anyone with enough cash to buy one."

"Would you do me a favor please? Run a driver's license request for a Class 2 license for a motorhome, for Patricia Parent?"

Michael put Stephano on hold and called the computer room supervisor. He asked him to run the driver's license request and to call him back when it was completed.

He put Stephano back on the line and told him what he did and asked for his phone number. He said he would call him back when he got the results.

25 minutes later Michael received the information he needed. He called Stephano and gave it to him. 

"Stephano, Patricia got a Class 2 license several weeks ago. It coincides with the purchase of the motorhome, and the check. She received the license in Saint Johnsbury, Vermont."

"Shit, Michael, she is heading for Canada again. She is making the trip that took her to you the first time, but this time she is going to stay in Canada and hide out. I will never find her up there."

"Let me call the border patrol and see if she crossed over the border yet."

It took quite a bit longer because of the amount of crossings from Vermont into Canada. He found out that Patricia had not crossed the border through Vermont. Michael relayed that information to Stephano.

"Where the hell is she Michael, where would she go?"

"Do you have a computer? If you do, I would look for convents in the northern tier of states to start. If I find out anything I will call you. If you find out anything, and you don't call me, you will be in jail for obstruction of justice. Do we understand each other Stephano?"

"Yes Mister Free, we understand each other very well."

Stephano pulled up a map of the Northeast United States on his computer and said to himself, "Where the hell is Saint Johnsbury, Vermont." He zeroed in on it, and asked himself, "East to New Hampshire, North to Maine and Canada, South to Massachusetts, Rhode Island, Connecticut, and points south, West to New York, Pennsylvania, Ohio and the rest of the country. Patty where are you? I am looking for you. I want you back."

He looked up hotels in Saint Johnsbury in the first one listed was the Comfort Suites Hotel. He called and asked to speak to the manager. He said his name was Michael Free, Director of the FBI. If you want to call me back here is my number to verify it. This is a matter of some urgency. We are looking for a young woman who may have had a break in her mental status. Her family is very worried about her. She left home four weeks ago. Her name is Patricia Parent and we had just heard she might have received a driver's license and purchased a motorhome in your vicinity. Have you had a guest at your hotel by that name?"

The manager said they had a guest by that name and gave the dates of arrival and departure. He also verified that she had purchased a new motorhome on the date of her departure from his hotel. He did not remember the license plate number. He gave Stephano as much detail about the motorhome as he could remember.

Stephano thanked the manager, hung up, and called Michael Free.

"Michael, I found her or at least where she was three weeks ago. She was in Saint Johnsbury, Vermont. She did get her driver's license, and she purchased a Huge Motorhome from Integra. It's beige and brown on the outside and the inside has all the bells and whistles. The manager knows this because he sat with the sales agent, while Patricia was out taking her driving test. She could be on the road more than 1000 miles, before she has to stop. Only God knows where she went from here."

"Stephano, a better question would be, 'Why did she go to Saint Johnsbury in the first place?'"

"I told you that before Michael. She was retracing the steps her mother gave her when this mess first started. She may find someplace simpler along the way and stop there for good. I just don't know. The way she explained it to me was she went north into Canada, then West to Montréal, where she took a plane south to Washington to meet you. I wouldn't spend a third of the million dollars and leave a motorhome at an airport in Montréal. Maybe she is going to drive that route, instead of flying the last portion?"

"There is only one problem with that scenario, Stephano. She has not crossed the border into Canada, yet. It would blow up that theory right away."

"I have a worse question than that: What is within 1000 miles of Saint Johnsbury?"

Michael replied, "I would say about 50,000 gas stations."

"So were back looking for convents and cloisters."

"I'm afraid so. Where are you now Stephano?"

"I am in Boston. I was headed up to Amherst to check her school, but it looks like that would be a waste of time."

"No, I suggested she try to go back to MIT and continue her education there. She said no, but she may have changed her mind. Check on it, and then go to Amherst. On the odd chance our first guess was right. Stop by the Boston archdiocese and see if they have any information on her, and then call me back with the results."

"Okay Michael, I will start out right now. For the record, I was asshole. My father told me so; my mother hit me because of what I did; and I know it deep in my soul. If anything happens to her, it will be my fault."

"Then don't stand there, do something. Get your ass in gear and look for her. You know the saying, 'Love conquers all.' Maybe you will think of something and it will take you to her."

"Michael, I'm going to Saint Johnsbury first. I want to know why she was there."



"Okay Stephano, keep me informed."



57. Let Freedom Ring

June 1st was Independence Day, not that Independence Day, but Independence Day for Fred Hastings, he was getting out of the hospital, nearly 4 months after he should have died. The doctors held a press conference in the morning advising the press of the miraculous recovery he had made. He still had a long way to go, as far as his physical and mental healing was concerned, but he was now fit enough to be treated as an outpatient. His memory was of concern. It had not improved since the day of the shooting. Certain things he could remember and certain things about his past he had no concept of. He could not remember his childhood, where he grew up, his parents, his sister, or what schools he attended. He did know that he was a lawyer and he was as sharp as ever in that area, before the shooting. They feared, because of where the bullet hit him, the shock, reverberation inside his skull, that portion of his memory may never return. As far as his physical healing, he would get stronger every day. He had a support system in place that would nurture him and make sure that he obeyed all his physician's rules. The doctor laughed when he said, "His fiancée assured me there would be two types of pain involved in his healing. First the pain he caused himself by breaking his physician's rules. Then the pain he would receive because she and her daughters would be beating him for not obeying those rules. There was a wedding scheduled for December. He would either walk her down the aisle after they were married, if he was a good boy, or she would wheel him down the aisle, on a gurney, if he were bad. He was the man of the house, and as always, the choice was his."

The press gallery couldn't help laughing. They knew Fred was in trouble.

At 1 PM they brought Fred down in a wheelchair. He was surrounded by the Attorney General, Sharon, and his four daughters. A happier group of people you could not find anywhere on the face of the planet. As the aid raised the wings on the footpads, and step out of the way Fred was helped to his feet and given a pair of crutches for stability. Sharon said loud enough for everyone to hear, "Fred, no running." 

He replied, "Why not?"

She smacked him on the back of the head.

Then the moment the press had waited for, and every photographer had their cameras focused and ready. Fred took his first step, and there was applause from the crowd standing outside the hospital. Many of those were his friends and colleagues from work, who had taken their lunch hour to come and see him. After that first huge step, Fred continued walking with the assistance of his crutches to the limousine that waited by the curb. He waved at everyone who was there, kissed Sharon, both because he wanted to, and because he wanted the press to have a picture of the happy couple. He let her get into the car first. He kissed Sandy, Cindy, Danni, and Debbie. He looked at the Attorney General, threw his crutches on the ground, wrapped his arms around him, and hugged him. This picture would be on the front of all the newspapers the following day, because both men had tears in their eyes.

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Three men sitting in a suburban house in upstate New York were pissed. Michael Caifano said, "That man is going to be President of the United States, and Fred is going to be sitting right next to him. Montrose could have shot him in the balls and I would not have cared; but that fucking idiot shot him in the head and he has no memory of his past. Three of the best psychiatrist in the world have tested him. Four neurologists did their tests and we have all the reports sitting in front of us. If I knew what they meant by, 'a possible collapse of the Intra-Parietal Sulcus,' I would be a danger to myself and those around me." 

Joe Lombardo laughed. "What it means Michael is Montrose fucked us good. Fred is no use to us anymore. We can never approach him, but on the bright side, he can't testify against us either. No one would believe him because of his brain injury."

Caifano said, "I guess there is always a silver lining on a dark cloud."

"We have to start looking around for another candidate and another kid to take Fred's place."

"What are we going to do about his father?"



"He has been living up to his end of the bargain. His books are open to us every year, and there is no second set that he is hiding, because the bookkeeper is ours. Let's let him slide. He has lost a son in this affair and I am sure he is suffering because of it. I will tell him about it when I am in the city."



"Sir, what are we doing at the White House?"

"The driver must've taken a wrong turn."

With all the going on at the hospital he hadn't noticed before but he did now. "Girls, why are you all dressed up?"

"Didn't you know, dad, its dress up Tuesday."

"No, I don't believe anyone told me. Sharon am I going to get a straight answer out of you?"

"I had nothing to do with this. I am totally innocent. I stand on my rights as an American citizen. I take the sixth amendment."

Cindy yelled, "Way to go mom."

Her three sisters yelled at her, "It's the Fifth Amendment Cindy."

"No it's not! I just want mom to have a slow trial, with an unfair and partial jury."

Fred leaned over and kissed her. He said, "You play dumb very well, Cindy, but you are no one's fool."

"Dad, don't tell them that, it will ruin all their fun."

"I am going to have your IQ tested. I will make you a bet you are as smart as Sandy, if not smarter."

"Dad, stop, she will start to cry."

Sandy said, "I will not. I will just tear the hair out of your head."

Sharon pulled Fred back into his seat. Do you see what you have started? Now everyone will think Cindy is the smartest one instead of Sandy. Cindy will have to start answering questions correctly, or everyone will think you are wrong."




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 13



"I will answer you after we get out of this the big white building, where I should not be."

The limousine stopped in front of the main entrance to the White House. The Attorney General got out first followed by Sharon and the four girls. Fred scooted out, and was handed his crutches. He started up the stairs flanked by his family. Waiting for them was the President, the First Lady, and their daughters. The Attorney General shook hands with the President, and moved aside. When Fred finished hobbling of the stairs, the General introduced him to the President. He said, "Mr. President, this is Fred Hastings, my friend, my assistant, and the man who saved my life."

The President took Fred's hand and shook it warmly. "I wanted to personally thank you for saving Clark's life. There is no one I would rather have as my Attorney General then he. You have done me and the United States of America a great service at the risk of your own life. Welcome to the White House."

"It is my honor to be here Mister President; thank you."

"Let's go inside so we can talk."

The girls teamed up with the President's daughters, and Sharon spoke cordially with the First Lady. They all went to different rooms to speak with each other. Fred's crutches set off an alarm as he walked into the Oval Office, and they had to be checked. They were harmless.

The First Lady and Sharon sat by one of the bay windows. The First Lady asked Sharon, "I know it is customary to ask if you want coffee or tea, but where I come from, sometimes us girls like something a little stronger. Can I offer you something else?"

Sharon smiled at the First Lady and said, "Since I'm not driving, a little brandy would be nice."

The First Lady laughed. "You are a girl after my own heart. Samuel, a brandy and little of my sipping whiskey please."

The Presidential daughters were 19 and 20 years old, and both were already in college. They talked about their experiences and both were in Ivy League schools. When they asked Cindy and Sandy what schools they were going to Cindy said they had not chosen one yet, because of the situation with their father.

The eldest one said, "Mister Hastings?"

Cindy replied, "No, my biological father. He stole $210,000 from my mother, which was our college fund money. The only reason we are still able to go to college is because of Fred. He is going to get us student loans and pay for whatever else we need to make it through year-by-year."

The presidential daughter laughed. "How did your mother latch on to him?"

Cindy was pissed. "My mother did not latch on to Fred. Fred chased her all around Philadelphia. He fell in love with my mother the instant he saw her, and if you don't believe me, ask him. Not all people are born to money like you two bitches. My mother scrimped and saved, since the day we were born, to put that money aside for us to go to college. My father had a gambling addiction, and he stole that money from the four of us. If Fred had not come along, we would definitely not be going to college. It would mean menial jobs for both of us, while you two are traipsing off to your sororities. Your father has men to jump in front of him in case someone tries to kill him. Fred didn't have to do that for the Attorney General. That is not in his job description. He was not wearing a bulletproof vest. He did it because the Attorney General is his friend. The Secret Service would do it because your father holds a title. I wonder if somebody jumped out of the bushes, in front of you, if they would want to stop a bullet for you, with the attitudes you walk around with."

Both of the President's daughters stood up in a huff, put their noses in the air, and left the room. 

One of their Secret Service Agents started to walk behind them, but stopped for a second and gave Cindy thumbs up, before he continued on.

Her three sisters crowded her, and congratulated her for standing her ground. They said she was marvelous; and what she told the bitches was right where it belonged: down their throats.

Cindy said, "I hope it doesn't get dad in trouble."

 

A Secret Service agent knocked on the oval office door and said, "Sir, it is time."

The President stood up from his desk and said, "Follow me boys."

Fred looked at the Attorney General and said, "What are you doing to me now?"

"Son, the President of the United States said to follow him. I follow orders; so should you?"

He walked down the long corridor and saw Sharon and the girls were down the hall in front of him. He thought, "Maybe we are going to lunch. I could use something to eat."

As they got closer to the end, a woman stopped him, straightened his tie and his jacket, said he would do fine, and asked him to follow her. She led him onto the stage of the East room, which was crowded with reporters. He looked at the Attorney General who stood to his right and said, "Next time there is a gunman in your office you are on your own." Everyone in the audience heard him, and laughed, because the microphones were on.

A moment later, the President walked onto the stage and everyone in the room stood up. He gave a speech about self-sacrifice, what a friend would do to save another, about family, service, duty, and honor. He mentioned Fred's name in association with all those characteristics. He asked Fred to step forward and said, "On behalf the people of the United States of America, and as President of the United States, I present to you the Presidential Citizens Medal, for your Heroic Action in saving the lives of the Attorney General, Sharon Williams, and your four lovely daughters, from death at the hands of armed gunmen, at nearly the cost of your own life, and at no small cost to your body."

Fred said, "Thank you very much Mr. President, this is truly unexpected and really unnecessary."

The President slipped the medal over Fred's head, and made sure it rested properly on his chest. The President stepped back, applauded, and the entire room joined him.

Fred stayed at the podium and waited for the applause to stop. "I have been asked to say a few words. Even though I have nothing prepared, you have never met a lawyer, who could not talk you blue in the face for hours, about absolutely nothing."

Everyone in the room roared with delight.

"If you were to ask me 'Would I do it again' I would answer' YES, without hesitation. If you were to ask me why; I would tell you to get to know the Attorney General of the United States as I do. I have admired him, and worked for him, in one capacity or another, since I was eighteen years old. He is the most dedicated public servant there is. Mister President, when your term comes to an end, this country would be well served if they made Clark Atwater the next President of the United States. He is the most knowledgeable, honest, dedicated, hard-working man I know. Thank you very much.

The audience applauded, but the President was applauding with great enthusiasm, and a big smile on his face. The other members of the president's entourage were also applauding furiously.

As he took his place at the back of the stage, The Attorney General said, "What did you just do to me?" 

"I think I just threw your hat in the ring, sir."

"I haven't even given any thought about running yet."

"Would you like me to quote you sir?"

"Go ahead I'd like to hear this myself."

"Fred, there is so much more I want to do, and I want you there at my side."

"You son of a bitch; even dead you can quote every word I say."

"It's a gift sir."

As they walked off the stage, Julia Atwater joined them. "Clark why didn't you tell me you were going to have Fred give your first public announcement that you were running for president."

"I didn't know I was running for president."

"Are you still telling yourself that lie? You've been running for President ever since I've known you."

Fred said, "It looks like someone got caught in a lie."

"I could kick you and send you back a hospital."

"Really, watch this."

"Ladies, Uncle Clark wants to kick me and send me back to the hospital. What is your thinking on that subject?" 

A moment later, Clark stood behind Fred and said "Okay Fred, called them off. I've seen wolves that are not that angry."

Julia said to everyone, "Come on girls, it is time to go home. We have a special meal waiting for us when we get there." ************************************************************

57. Graduation Day

Sharon had been in contact with the Bradensburg School District, in New Jersey, to see if they would allow Cindy and Sandy to graduate with their class, even though they had taken their last seven months of classes online.

The school board rejected her request out of hand, until their attorney received a letter from the Attorney General of the United States. After advising the school district of the possible consequences of not allowing it to girls to graduate with their class, the school board immediately changed their position, called Sharon, and advised her that both Cindy and Sandy would be allowed to graduate with their class.

She expected both girls to be ecstatic, but they were not, and she asked them what was wrong.

Cindy said, "Fred is not going to be strong enough to come with us. He can't make that long trip in the van. If he can't come, I don't want to go."

Julia Atwater said, "We can always go by plane. I have one."

"Is there an airport nearby?"

Julia replied, "Google it and find out?"

Cindy asked, "What type of airplane? How much distance do you need to take off and land?

Julia looked at Sharon and asked, "I thought Sandy was the smartest one in the group?

Sandy hit Cindy on the back of the head.

Sharon scolded Sandy. "Don't do that again, until Fred has her IQ tested. She may revert back to her old self again."

"Mom, what do you think I'm trying to do?"

The girls ran to their computer to find the closest airport to their hometown.

The girls ran back 10 minutes later and Cindy had tape over her mouth. Danni said, "It was the only way we could control her mom. She found the airport; calculated the distance by air, and the route, by road, before any of us got started. It wasn't fair. Sandy had to sit on her to keep her in the room, while Debbie and I worked on the computer. We couldn't get to tape off her mouth."

Julia said, "You used white adhesive tape?"

"It was the first one we found. It seemed strong enough to keep her mouth shut."

"Did you have to tape her from ear to ear?"

"It seemed like the right thing to do."

Sharon looked at Cindy and said, "If you have to say something nasty, you are forgiven, because this is going to hurt like hell."

Sharon took the left side, and Julia, the right. On the count of three, they both pulled the tape towards her mouth.

Cindy screamed at the top of her lungs and started crying. Sharon held onto her while Julia went to get lotion with a painkiller in it.

Fred came hobbling into the room moments later to find out what had happened. When he saw Sharon, holding the adhesive tape in her hand and pointing to the other three girls, he said, "My bedroom now!"

Sharon said, "Fred, you are not strong enough. Let me handle this."

He replied, "You stay out of this. I don't want you in the bedroom. Take care of Cindy."

He walked into the bedroom last, and locked the door. He said, "Strip, and I mean everything. I have never been this angry with you, ever." He walked into his closet, came out with a three-inch leather belt, and the girls gasped.

"Whose idea was this, and don't tell me it was all of you, because I will not believe you."

Danni said, "I said to them, we should tape her mouth closed, so she could not say anything, before we had the answer too. I didn't think we were actually going to do it."

"Who went to get the tape?"

Debbie raised her hand and said, "I did."

"Who put it on her face; no, don't answer that, it was Sandy, right?"

"Yes, dad, I did it."

"Are you three out of your mind? Are you so jealous of her, now that she's coming into her own, that you would do something like that to her? All these years you made fun of her. Dumb Cindy, stupid Cindy, let's make fun of Cindy. I told you when I first met you that she was not stupid. I told you that one day she would shine. I didn't know when, but I knew it would happen. Sandy if you want to remain smartest, you are going to have to work your ass off. Cindy is going to be hounding your heels for the rest of your life, or you are going to be hounding hers. There is not going to be a hair between the both of you. There is only a few minutes between your births, there are only going to be a few numbers between your IQs. I am going to have both of you tested very soon, and you better be ready. Get that chair from the corner, and bring it to the middle of the room. I don't believe in corporal punishment, but this time is an exception. You have earned this, and you are going to get it.

Debbie sit in the chair. Sandy bend over and grab the sides of the chair. Lower, lower, I want your ass sticking straight out. I am going to hit you five times with this belt. I want you to count each one. You are going to say, "Thank you daddy, I will never do it again. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes sir."

Fred reached back and swung the belt forward until it stung Sandy's rear end.

"One, thank you daddy, I will never do it again."

He did it again, with slightly more force, and Sandy felt the bite of the belt again.

"Two, thank you daddy, I will never do it again."

Sandy's ass was now bright pink as well started to rise to the surface. The third strike hit its mark, and Sandy was crying furiously. Fred yelled, "Say it."

"Three, thank you daddy, I will never do it again."

He did it twice more and Sandy could not stop crying. Fred said to her, "Wash your face in cold water, get out of here, and watch your sisters get the same treatment. You have one minute."

"Yes, daddy.

Debbie stand up, and get behind the chair. Danni sit down.

"Debbie, do you know what's about to happen to you?"

"Yes sir and I know what I am supposed to do."

"Do you deserve this punishment for what you did to your sister?"

"Honestly, I think it is excessive."

"If your sister winds up with scars on her face because of the tape you used, will it still be excessive?"

"I did not think about that daddy. I did not know that was a possibility."

"That tape takes off a layer of skin when you pull it off. Your mother and I won't know for a week or so if we have to take her to a plastic surgeon to get it fixed. Besides the expense, think of the pain your sister will have to go through all because of your little joke. Is this punishment still excessive?"

"No daddy, I did not think of all those things. This punishment is not excessive."

"That was the problem, 'You Did Not Think.'" Get ready, I am about to start. Fred drew back the belt and swung it forward at half speed, as he did with Sandy.

Debbie screamed on contact, and hesitated before she said, "One, thank you daddy, I will never do it again.

Fred increased the power of his swing and Debbie cried out loud: Two, thank you daddy, I will never do it again.

Three, thank you daddy, I will never do it again.

Four, thank you daddy, I will never do it again.

Debbie stand up. Wash your face, and come out here in one minute.

Sandy said, "Daddy, why didn't she get five like me?"

"I have a something special in store for Debbie. She will remember number five for a long time. Sandy sit down on the chair. Danni stand up, you know what to do. Do you have any questions?"

"No daddy, I am not looking forward to it, but I am ready."

Fred did not hit her as hard as he had the other girls, because she had said it as a joke. She was crying at the end of her fifth stroke, and there were welts on her backside, but he had not hurt her as much as she hurt Sandy and Debbie. Now he had one more thing to take care of; Danni's surprise.

"Debbie, I am sure you are wondering why you only got four stripes across your ass and not five. If you will remember back to a time before I was shot, when we were in the van on the way to my apartment, I said I would take your anal cherry at a time and a place of my choosing. This is the time, and this is the place."

"Dad, you can't mean it! My ass is on fire. If you touch it, I will scream in pain."

"That would be interesting to hear with a gag in your mouth, while I shove my dick mercilessly up your ass. You will never, ever hurt one of your sisters again; at least not while I am still alive. Get on the bed, with your ass facing me."

"No dad, I will not do it, it will hurt too much."

"You have just lost your allowance for three months. Do you want to try for your privileges next?"

"Dad you are not being fair. You just whipped me, and now you want to fuck my ass."

"You have just lost your privileges for three months. Do you want me to repeat what you said to me in the hospital?"

"I know what I said in the hospital, but I did not expect it to be now."

"Do you want to lose your first semester of college?"

"No dad, you have all the power, I have none."

"You are wrong, Debbie. You can leave this room, and I will treat you like all the other girls, with one exception; you will never get laid by me again. You can have all boyfriends, and girlfriends you want. You will get your allowance and your privileges, but I will never have sex with you again."

"NO, DAD, YOU CAN'T DO THAT TO ME."

"You are wrong, Debbie. I can, and I will. You will either do what I say today, or there will be no tomorrow. Girls you can start getting dressed, but you cannot put your panties on. I want your jeans to rub up against your sore behinds. I am finished for today. Remember the lesson I tried to teach you. I don't want to teach it to you, again."

Fred began to dress, when Debbie cried out, "Daddy, please stay."

He turned to her and said, "If I stay, you will do everything I tell you to do, without hesitation."

"I will daddy, I promise."

"Danni, Sandy, you can leave. Have your mother take care of your behinds. You can tell her what went on in here. You can tell her what is going on in here now. She can join us if she wishes. The door will be locked, but you can give her the key, which is on the dresser."

Fred had a lot of fun watching his daughters, put their jeans on. The looks on their faces was priceless. As they were walking out the door, taking baby steps, he said, "Walk normally girls, I wouldn't want the staff to think I shoved a pole up your asses."

Danni looked at him. "Daddy, I think a pole up my ass would hurt less." She closed the door behind her, and made sure it was locked.

Fred turned to Debbie, "What am I going to do with you, and that defiant streak that you have running through you. It will serve you well in the future, but it will serve you ill in this household. I have been through what you are going through now, and I was smacked down hard, because of it. I was forced to live a life that I did not want to live, and now, because I lived that life, I have more money than I ever dreamed of. Was it worthwhile; I will never know, because I have known nothing else? As I told your mother, on the day we met, I have obligations I have to meet. I do not know if I still have to meet them. If I don't, this family will be the happiest family on the face of this earth. We will have more fun than anyone ever dreamed of. We will know soon enough. However, I have to train you to be ready for anything, and this is part of your training. You have to be ready to take orders, even when you don't want to obey them. One day it may save your life, even as it saved mine. Now get on the bed and have your ass face me. I am going to hit you, with my hand, because you defied me. You will not scream, or cry out in pain."




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 13



As Debbie obeyed him, he commanded her to spread her legs as wide as she could."

Debbie put her head down on the mattress and prepared herself to get hit on her inflamed ass. That was not Fred's target. He hit her exposed pussy, and it was all she could do not to scream. Before she could recover, he did it again, and again, and again. His hand kept hitting her clitoral hood, and the bundle of nerves underneath it reacted to the stimulation. It peaked outside to find out what was happening, and realized it should have stayed under its cover. It was hit directly by the next few blows, and Debbie's mind turned into a kaleidoscope of pain and colors. Fred hit her 10 times before he shoved two fingers inside her velvet tunnel. Her head popped up and grunted at the unexpected intrusion into her body, and she experienced her first pain-induced orgasm. She was expecting this punishment, and she did not understand how her body found pleasure in it. She was confused, but Fred continued attacking her pussy, and as he felt her climbing higher towards her organism, he stopped, and walked away.

Debbie was right at the precipice of go over the edge and then nothing. She looked around and saw her dad sitting on the chair. "Dad, please finish me."

Fred looked at her and said, "No, and if you touch yourself. I will begin spanking you all over again. Keep your legs wide apart, and do not move."

She yelled, "You're killing me, leaving me like this. I'm right there. Daddy, please help me."

Fred walked over to her and looked her in the eye. "If I was Cindy, and I was going to have a scarred face for the rest of my life because of you, would I help you?"

"Cindy would help anyone, and it would not matter if it was a friend or an enemy. That is the type of person she is and always has been. She is better than all of us that way."

Fred reached back, swung his hand as hard as he ever had, and hit Debbie's inflamed ass. It had two effects. The searing pain was immediate, and her body burst into a blinding orgasm, caused by the excess stimulation of her nerve endings. Her body responded by pouring copious amounts of fluid out of her vagina, and onto his hands, as he flipped her over so he could play with her breasts. 

He was being hard on them instead of soft as he had been in the past, and he looked angry.

"Why do you defy me? I know what I am teaching you is right. Follow my guidance and you will have a great life."

"I will dad, I promise I will."

His eyes softened, and his hands smooth her silky skin. He picked her up and brought his lips to hers. He kissed her ravenously, and she responded in kind. He sunk his erection into her, and she moaned in delight. He smacked her bottom, and she screamed.

He said, "No screaming." He hit her harder, and she sunk her head into his shoulder, and held her breath until the pain dissipated. He was running out of strength, holding her up, hitting her, and fucking her at the same time. He laid her down, doubled her over, and continued fucking and hitting her.

Her body was a cauldron of superheated nerves. When it was full and she could take no more could take no more, she bit her hand, and exploded again. Her eyes closed and she went limp.

Fred would not let her rest Fred. He pulled out of her and yelled, "Come here."

Her eyes flickered open and she moved to him. He said, "Put me in your mouth and swallow everything."

Debbie said, "But I...," until she looked in Fred's face. He had a look on his face, which told her he already knew she had never swallowed before. She was not about to disobey him now.

She put two hands on his dick, inserted the head in her mouth, and started moving her hands back and forth on it.

Fred smacked her hands away, put them on his hips. He slowly started fucking her face. He did not go deep into her mouth, but he wanted her to know he was in charge. 

Debbie's eyes never left his, as he was stroking into her mouth. He did not warn her when he was about to come. She felt the first blast hit the back of her throat. She blinked in surprise. It was hot, thick, and salty, but she swallowed. Fred continued to discharge his semen into her mouth, and he continued his movements. Debbie's eyes kept blinking and she began finding it difficult to swallow as quickly as her mouth filled. Semen began leaking out from the corners of her mouth, until Fred's flow started to slow down. He used his fingers to push the escaped semen into her mouth. She sucked on his fingers, while they were in her mouth. He looked into her eyes, smiled, and said "Good girl."

He walked to his dresser, and pulled out a condom, just as Sharon walked in the door. She asked, "Can anyone join this party?"

Debbie said, "No, only mothers and fathers are allowed in this party."

"I guess I qualify." She looked at Fred and said, "Fred, you brutalized my daughters."

"Yes, dear, but I got no enjoyment out of it. How is Cindy?"

"I'm really not sure. Her face is raw from ear to ear, from that tape. It will take days for it to heal properly. If she doesn't, I will take her to a dermatologist to find out what can be done."

"No, don't wait; take her to the doctor tomorrow. Ask Julia for the best one around, and get an appointment. Tell the secretary what happened and see if she can squeeze Cindy in. Ask Julia to make the appointment for you, maybe her name will carry more weight."

Sharon saluted Fred. He took her into his arms, swatted her on her behind, and kissed her.

"What did I do to deserve that," she asked.

"Now I can walk around saying I hit all my girls on the behind for being bad."

"Bad! You have been seen bad yet, mister."

"You are never bad, with your clothes on."

"That can be remedied in short order sir."

As Sharon undressed, Fred returned to Debbie, who was lying peacefully on the bed. He said, "Show your mother your ass."

Debbie got onto her knees and stuck her ass into the air.

Sharon was amazed. "Fred, you hit my babies with a belt."

"Yes, I did. I hit each one of them five times." 

Sharon counted the stripes on Debbie's behind and said, "She only has four, why is that?"

"I had a special punishment for Debbie's fifth, dear. Do you remember our trip from Washington to my home, where I could not take her anal cherry?

"Yes I do. You are going to do it now, with her ass looking like that?"

"That will be her fifth and final stroke of the belt. If you want, you can make it a little more pleasurable for her, by using your feminine wiles. I am going to tear a new asshole for her. She is not going to defying me again, and she will never hurt Cindy or any of our girls again. She will learn this lesson one way or the other." Fred winked at Sharon to let her know he was not going to hurt Debbie when he entered her.

Sharon said, "Fred, it looks like you going to need a little rest before you take on my little girl again. I think I'm going to have a little fun with her first."

Fred looked down and he was nearly erect, but he got Sharon's hint. He said, "You're right, I'm a little tired. I'll take a shower and be back shortly."

He walked into the bathroom, as Sharon sat down on the bed with her daughter. "Debbie, come here and let me see what that bad man did to your behind." She was like a fly, walking into a spider's den. She crawled onto her mother's lap and lay down.

Sharon placed her hand on Debbie's ass and smoothly rubbed her hand around it. "Oh baby, look what he did to you. These welts will last for days. It is going to be very hard for you to sit on anything but a soft pillow, and you know what baby; I am going to make it worse. How dare you do that to your sister?" Sharon raised her hand and brought it down hard on Debbie's ass.

Debbie screamed, "Mom, no, please, it hurts enough don't hit me."

"I saw what Cindy's face looks like. She looks like a piece of raw meat, because of you and your sisters. You deserve this." She brought her hand down again, and Debbie wailed in pain.

"Debbie, so help me God, if ever do anything that stupid again, I am going to take a branding iron in the form of an arrow. I am going to shave your pussy clean, and I am going to brand you with that arrow pointing directly to your vagina. Anyone who sees it will think you are a prostitute. It doesn't matter if it is your doctor, your boyfriend, your husband, or your children; if you should be so lucky. If you are fortunate enough to be able to walk out of this room today, you go over to your sister and apologize to her."

Debbie crawled into her mother's arms, and cried, "Mommy, I'm so sorry. Like Fred said, I just didn't think. It seemed like fun at the time, the consequences never occurred to me or to any of us. We would never intentionally hurt Cindy or each other ever. It was stupid, and we deserved to be punished."

"How many times did I hit you?"

"You hit me three times mom."

"Get on your knees at the edge of the bed, I owe you two more."

"Yes mom."

"You are too close to the edge, Debbie, move in, and spread your legs for balance. Fred used a belt; I am going to use my hand."

Sharon swung her right hand as hard as she could and landed on the fleshy part of Debbie's ass. The sound was amazing. It took everything that she had not to scream. 

Sharon said, "I'm going to hit the other side, are you ready?

In a whimpering voice Debbie said, "Yes mom, I am ready."

Without making a sound, Sharon slipped onto her knees, moved her head forward. She slipped her tongue out, and licked her daughter from clit to asshole.

Debbie sprung forward screaming, "O fuck!"

Fred was leaning against the wall at the end of the room and said, "Young lady, what did you say?"

Danni looked at him in surprise and said, "You have to be kidding me."

Sharon and Fred broke up laughing, and soon, Debbie did too.

Sharon climbed on the bed, and kissed Debbie. She whispered into her ear, "Just remember dear, he is only 8 ½ inches long, he will not even reach your belly button."

"Mom, I am not worried about him reaching my belly button, I am worried about the route he is taking."

"Baby, one day I will tell you the entire story of how he got into my ass the first time. I will never waltz with him again."

Debbie looked at her mother, then at Fred, and back to her mother. "Mom, it's not possible to do it, while you're dancing."

"Debbie, when it comes to your father do not ever use the words 'NOT POSSIBLE.' He took my anal cherry to the Blue Danube Waltz; jumps and all."

"Mom, I hurt just thinking about it."

"Baby, it hurt me while he was doing it. He is a brute and a cad, when it comes to sex."

"If you two are finished talking, there is only one person in my family that is still an anal virgin, and I am going to remove that stain upon my reputation shortly. Sharon put your feet at the head of the bed and lay down."

"Do you see Debbie, he even bosses me around; and I like it."

"Debbie, I don't want your mother to say another word."

"How my supposed to keep her from talking daddy?"

Sharon grabbed her daughter's wrist and pulled her towards her. Seconds later, the room became very quiet, as two heads were lost between four thighs.

Fred put the condom on and added anal lube. He was not going to be able to prepare Debbie as he had his other three daughters. However, she was being helped by her mother, and that counted as an extra. He put lubricant on a finger, slipped it quickly up Debbie's butt, and wiggled it around. He felt her tense up, but quickly returned to nibbling on her mother's pussy.

He did the same thing with two fingers, but keep them in longer, and played along the opening lubricating it more.

He positioned his leg on the bed and put weight on it, making it feel like he was going to enter her this time. He lubricated three fingers, and entered her slowly and played around the entrance and going deep inside her. Several times while he was playing at the opening to her ass, his fingers slipped out and he pushed them back in a short way, and continued playing. After this happened, the seventh time he moved his hips into position, his fingers fell out for the eighth time, they played around the edge of the anus, seeking entrance again, and he plunged his dick, 8 ½ inches straight into her bowels. 

Debbie yelled, "I felt that.

Fred spanked her.

Debbie yelled again, "I felt that too.

Fred continued pumping away into his daughter, as his future wife, played underneath her.

"Sharon, I'm going to take her away from you." Fred grabbed Debbie by her left leg and around her waist and rolled her off her mother, and onto his lap.

Debbie said, "Dad, if that thing goes any deeper, it's going to be coming out the top of my head."

"No baby, it is still all the way down here in your belly, and mommy is going to give you a real treat."

Fred had his pike up Debbie's ass, and had both her legs pressed up against her chest as he sat down at the end of his bed. Sharon kissed her daughter, twisted her nipples, and kneeled down in front of her.

"Fred, spread her apart please."

Fred pulled Debbie's legs as far apart as they would go. Sharon lubricated her slender hand, using her daughter's fluids. She started playing with two fingers inside her daughter's pussy, and then three. She quickly went to four fingers and Danni's hips were moving rapidly with her.

"Mom, that feels so great. I'm getting ready to come."

Sharon kept moving her hand faster and faster. She said, "Tell me when you are really close baby; really, really, close."

Danni yelled, "Faster mom, just a little more and I am gone."

Sharon gave Danni three more quick strokes, pulled her hand away and stopped.

Danni screamed, "Mom, please, don't leave me like this. I am on fire; you can't do this to me." 

Sharon screamed, "After what you did to your sister, you deserved worse. I should let you come and beat the shit out of your pussy so you would remember how painful it was to orgasm. You would never want to do it again. Your father did that to me over and over again, and I hated him for it. You are very lucky I am doing it this way."

Debbie cried continuously.

Fred looked at Sharon and said, "If that is the way you want to leave her, I will stop, and leave her wishing she had cum?"

"Yes Fred, I do not want her to orgasm, I want her left on the edge. She is not allowed to be alone, or to go to the bathroom for at least the next three hours. I am going to put a Maxi-pad by her pussy so her pants cannot rub against it. I want her to remember this punishment forever."

"Wife, you will have to help me with something, because Debbie has a ready done this duty already."

"Do you see what I mean Debbie? He will get his way with sex regardless of whom, or what it involves."

Fred pulled out of Debbie's ass, leaving her unfulfilled. She was on the brink of an organism, and they would not allow her to touch herself, or do any else to bring it on. She was miserable, and in tears.

Fred removed his condom, went into the bathroom, and cleaned himself. He walked back into the room, sat down on the chair, and told Sharon that she could begin any time.

Sharon responded, "How about the day after tomorrow at midnight?"

Fred replied, "How about I fuck you in the ass, until then?"

"Do you see Debbie, he always wins."

She kneeled down in front of him, took him into her throat, and began sucking him in earnest.

Debbie could not believe Fred's cock disappeared into her mom's mouth, without her gagging, choking, or throwing up. "Mom, how do you do that?"

Sharon smiled at her daughter and said, "Practice baby, lots and lots of practice." She returned to Fred's prick, and attacked it with renewed vigor. Within minutes, Fred arched his back, grunted, and came in Sharon's mouth. She swallowed everything, without missing a drop.

Fred got up from the chair, pulled Sharon into his arms, and kissed her passionately. "Thank you baby, you were magnificent, as always. I will get even with you tonight."

"You better mister; and I expect to get fucked also."

"It will be my honor to do so, my dear. Should we take the edge off our daughter, or do you want to leave her in the state she is in?"

"Denying her and orgasm at her age will be a permanent scar on her psyche. I do not want to be responsible for that. I think we can spare 10 seconds to get her off; don't you?"

As they approached their daughter, Fred said, "Do you really think it will take us that long? She was hot as a pistol when we left her. Then she watched you give me a deep throat blowjob. I think if your tongue touches her clit. She will come instantly."

"Me, why do I have to do all the work? My tongue is tired, I just finished with you."

Debbie watched her parents talk back and forth about who was going to bring her to orgasm, for the next few minutes, before she said, "Hello, remember me? I am the one who needs the orgasm, and if you don't mind, I choose both of you, because I love you both very much."

Fred and Sharon smiled, and climbed into bed bracketing her. They kissed her, and she kissed each of them in turn. Each parent descended and took a breast into their mouths and suckled on it. Their hands went down to her pussy and massaged her clit, until it popped out from under its hood.

Debbie was moaning and her hips were moving as if she was getting fucked slowly. Sharon took Fred's hand and put two fingers against his. He looked up to see what she wanted him to do, and when he understood he nodded. They slid their fingers down from her clit to her vaginal opening, and waited for her hips to rise. As soon as she was in the right position, and they both slipped two fingers into her pussy, and Debbie grunted at the intrusion. Instead of moving together as one, Fred and Sharon used their fingers alternately, one pushing in deeply and one pulling out along the top or bottom of her vagina, at the same time, depending on which one of them it was. Sharon's hand was on top, and every time she pushed in or out, she used her nails to scrape along Debbie's G spot. The slowness of the assault was driving Debbie crazy.

Fred was using his fingers on the lower portion of her pussy, and his thumb penetrated her ass every time he plunged deep into her. Every time he took his fingers out to the edge of her pussy, his thumb was the last to pop out of her body.

Debbie was totally and completely frustrated by the slowness of their attack on her body. She was close to tears when she yelled, "Please, let me cum; I can't take it anymore."

Sharon looked into Debbie's eyes and asked, "Are you ever going to hurt any of your sisters again?"

"I never did before today, and I will never do it again, mom. I swear it."

"Fred, send her to the stars."

Fred got on his knees, and said, "Come here, Debbie, we are going to do it like we did it the first time."

Debbie jumped into Fred's arms and rested her head on his shoulder. She put her knees on either side of him, as he lowered her onto his dick.

Sharon moved in behind her daughter, and begin play with her breasts and pussy, as she was being pummeled on Fred's cock. This double assault on her senses was too much for her to bear. She exploded into an organism, unlike she had never had before. She wanted to do nothing but sleep, but her parents would not let her. 

Sharon took her into the bathroom and put her into the shower. She said, "You have two minutes. If you are not out by then. I am coming in and putting the cold water on you."

Debbie was out in plenty of time. She was dressed, without panties, and out of the room, within five minutes. Before she left, she jokingly said, "What do I have to do to get punished like this without the belt."

Fred immediately came back and said, "Eat a live squirrel for breakfast."

"Dad, that is gross, but I will think about it."




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 14







Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 14



"Patty, are you trying to scare me off?"

"Would I do that to someone whom I just met, and has mentioned grandchildren three times in the last 5 minutes?"

"I just want you to know I made of stronger stuff than that, and I do not scare easy. I will be here at 10 o'clock tomorrow morning. I will be wearing a jockstrap, cup, and full protective clothing. We should have a fun day together."

"Okay Brad, I will be here; don't forget your computer."

Brad reached behind her to grab his computer. Patty turned for a second to see what he was doing. When she turned back, he kissed her. He said, "I knew you were too shy to kiss me, so I kissed you."

"Get out of here while you can still walk Brad. I will have my gun with me tomorrow, and I have a Federal Firearms Permit to carry it."

"Patricia, when I see something I really want, I don't scare easily."

She climbed into her bed, but her mind would not let her rest. His words kept rolling around in her head. He had only known her for a few hours, how could you say, "...when I see something I really want, I don't scare easily." He doesn't know anything about me. I doubt if he knows about my mother, or what has happened to me over the past year. He knows I am good with computers, because of what I did on his. He does not know how good I am with them. I wonder how he is going to react when he tries to make a move on me and I tell him no. I am going to have to explain to him why, and he is not going to like it. No man does, but that is the way I am, and I not going to change for anyone.


61. Let's hear It for the...

Sergeant was pacing back and forth in the radiology lab of the Verde Valley Regional Hospital, with Alan mimicking his every move, three paces behind him. Susan sat reading her magazine, looking at the two adult children playing with each other.

Sergeant said, "Alan, if you don't stop this, I'm going to break your neck."

"Oh shit, not again; Callaway tried and just missed."

"I promise Alan, I will not miss."

"Sergeant, you are no longer a police officer. You will go to jail."

"Idiot, I am on accrued leave for the next 43 days. When I use up those days, my retirement becomes official."

Alan said, "Great! If you kill me, Susan can sue the city also. She will make a bundle of money, and you will still be in jail."

"If you two boys don't stop it, I am going to sit you down in opposite corners of the room."

Alan pointed, "He started it."

Susan pointed to a chair and said in a stern voice, "Alan sit."

 "Sergeant, move your ass and sit down. Both of you are worse than Callum."

Doctor Linda Oliver walked into the waiting area looking for Sergeant. She said, "Cassie would like to see you now."

He saw the noncommittal look on the doctor's face, and was worried. "Is she alright?"

"Yes, Cassandra is fine."

"The baby?"

"Cassandra wants to talk to you about that herself."

The doctor walked in to the room ahead of Sergeant and found Cassandra dressed, and sitting on the examining table. "Cassie, do you want me to leave you two alone, or do you want me to stay?"

"Leave us alone, Linda, but if you hear a loud thud, come back to see if he split his head open."

The Doctor left the room and Cassandra hit the switch to turn on the machine that showed where the little life forms were.

"Sarge did you ever dream about having a large family? I mean a really large family?"

"Cassie, I never thought I would get married, no less have a family. I hit the jackpot with you. Anything that comes afterwards is icing on the cake."

"Sarge, I love you, and I hope you like a lot of icing on your cake. Let me show you your children."

She took the red marking pencil and circled a blip that was on the screen, then a second, a third, and a fourth. She chanced a look up into his eyes and saw wonderment in them. There was no fear or foreboding, there was just awe. 

"Those are our babies?"

"Sarge, they are definitely not someone else's."

"Do we know what they are?"

"Yes, we do."

"Do I have to play a game of 20 questions with you to find out the sex of my children?"

"No, here is daughter number one. Here is daughter number two. Here is daughter number three. And here is...oh gee, what was this one?" Cassie turned towards the door and yelled, "Linda, what was the fourth one?"

Doctor Oliver yelled back, "It's different than the other three."

"Thank you. Oh yes, I remember now. Here is your son." The look on his face didn't change. He was going to have four children, and the sex of each of them didn't matter to him. She had married one hell of a man.

"Linda believes I am any place between 15 and 17 weeks along. She will be doing a C-section, when the time comes, because they will be so tiny, when they are born and there are so many of them. Oh, just for your information, I am having her tie my tubes, to make sure this does not happen again."

"Madam, you told me you could not get pregnant. I asked you that question several times, and you assured me that it was impossible, even for a Marine, to get you pregnant."

"Sir, I did not get pregnant all by myself. Whether you like it or not, you assisted me in this process."

The doctor knocked on the door and opened it. "I'm sorry folks, we need this room. I did not hear any crashing sounds, so I guess he took it well, when you told him there were 10 babies inside you."

Sergeant yelled, "10, she only told me about four children."

Doctor Oliver said, "I'm sorry Cassandra, I forgot about our little ruse. You see Sarge, if you thought you were having four, and were able to get your mind around it, in a few months we could've told you about the rest of them, and it would not have been such a shock."

Sergeant looked from the doctor to Cassandra, and back. His face was a mask of indecision. He did not know who or what to believe. Finally, Cassie could not hold a straight face any longer, and started laughing.

Doctor Oliver said, "Cassie, you are no fun. After all these years, I have a man that is like a fish out of water, and you let him go. Shame on you, you are no longer my favorite patient."

"I'm sorry Linda, but the look on his face was priceless. I'll make you my lasagna to make up for it."

"Okay, in that case, you are still my favorite patient. Your friends are still waiting for you. Go tell them the good news. Your blood work will be back in 7 to 10 days. We have to send it to a lab in Phoenix, but I don't foresee any problems with it."

"Thank you, Linda; I will see you in your office, in three weeks."

Susan saw the glow on Cassie's face, and jumped up to greet her. "How many; tell me, I can't stand the suspense any longer, how many babies are you going to have?"

"Four, there are four little ones in here," she said, patting her belly."

Susan grabbed her best friend, and started dancing around the room with her. "We are going to have the best time raising them together. The house is going to be huge."

She stopped dancing suddenly, put her head on Cassie's shoulder, hiding her eyes and said, "Oh shit, is he all right? I'm afraid to look."

Cassandra patted Susan on her back and replied, "Your idiot cousin is fine. He is better than fine, he is very happy."

"He is, really, I thought by now, he would've been admitted to the hospital for heart failure."

Sergeant tapped her on the shoulder and said, "Hey cuz, I am going to be a daddy. Who would have ever thunk it?"

"I knew you had it in you, I just didn't know when you would get it out of you. You could have spaced your children out over 20 years, but instead, you had to do it all at once. I knew you were dumb, but I did not think you were this stupid. You may not sleep for two years after these children are born."

"Who needs sleep, cousin, I am retired, and I have two built-in godparents, as babysitters."

Alan said, "Count me out; I absolutely refuse. Find someone else to pick on Sarge. One baby at a time is my limit."

Susan gave him a look that could kill. "Alan, darling, would you care to repeat that statement?"

Alan saw the look on Susan's face, and said, "What statement? Did I say something? I did not even feel my lips move."

"That's what I thought, because if you did say something, you would have said you were honored that Cassandra and Sergeant wanted us as godparents for their children; isn't that right?"

"Absolutely, you took the words right out of my mouth. I would have been so disappointed if they had chosen anyone else."

Sarge nodded, and looked at Alan. "Isn't it amazing, we can still feel them hanging between our legs, but after we get married, we are emasculated for life."

Amanda came walking down the hallway and said, "I did not emasculate my husband. He is as big, and tall, and as strong as he ever was."

Sergeant laughed. "Who was it didn't talk to her husband for two weeks after they got married; signed the divorce agreement, without thinking about it; and did not go home, until he cried at her feet at the police station to take him back."

"That was a long time ago Sergeant; I am a much more domesticated woman now."

"So is a tigress at a zoo Amanda; but I am not going to feed her by hand, when she has not eaten for a week."

Doctor Oliver opened the door to the Radiology suite, and said, "Amanda, get in here, you are holding up everyone else. I have to see how big that baby is to see if I have to change your medication."

All eyes turned towards Amanda, and she blushed. "You are pregnant?"

"Yes, but don't tell that big lug of mine yet. He will fall over and die on me, when he finds out he is going to be a father. He never thought it would happen to him."

"We will wait for you, just to make sure you are all right."

"Thank you, but what are you doing here?"

Alan said, "They had to x-ray my shoulder, to make sure my clavicle had healed properly."

Doctor Oliver yelled, "Amanda, now!"

After Amanda disappeared behind the door, Sergeant said, "Way to go Alan, you saved the day."

"It's my FBI training. I can lie with the best of them."

20 minutes later Amanda walked out of Radiology, with prescriptions in her hand, and a smile on her face. Cassandra asked if everything was okay with her, and her baby.

Amanda smiled and answered, "Yes, he is just fine."

Sergeant said, "It's a boy! Joe is going to be overjoyed. What are the prescriptions for?"

"They are vitamins for me. The baby is going to be huge, and I am not the biggest person you know."

Susan suggested a C-section, and Amanda said that Doctor Oliver suggested the same thing if the baby was over 6 pounds.

Alan and Sergeant grimaced. Alan said, "Honeydews are 6 pounds. I would not want to give birth to one of them."

Amanda said, "Me neither, Alan. I have to get back to work. I'll see you soon."

Cassie said, "I have to tell you something, before you go. Alan lied to you before. We were not here for his shoulder. We were here, so I could have an Ultrasound. I am four months pregnant, and I am going to have quadruplets."

Amanda launched into a series of questions that had everyone smiling. She was dynamo in every sense of the word. 

Sergeant yelled at her, "Amanda, breathe for heaven sakes."

She looked at him, "Is that why you retired, and I have to break in that new idiot, Elmore?"

"Yes."

She smiled, "I can't think of a better reason. Congratulations daddy, it could not happen to a better person."

"Thank you Amanda, when are you going to tell Joe about you and the baby?"

"I have to figure out a way to do it when he is not near the house. He will be so excited he will tear the place apart. I have to get him outdoors someplace, where he is occupied with something else to think about."

"We are going to be building a new house, for Cassie and Sergeant," said Susan. "We could ask you and Joe to come out and look for a good site to put it on. It would save us the cost of clearing the land."

Amanda laughed. "That sounds perfect Susan; would Sunday, after church, be good for you?"

"It would be perfect; we can have a barbecue for lunch."

Cassandra called Joe to set up the meeting for Sunday, so he would not be suspicious. She told him about her babies and he was overjoyed for her. When they got there on Sunday, Joe asked them about plans for their house, and reminded Cassandra that the four children's bedrooms should be downstairs, because she did not want to have to carry them up and down every time they started to cry. She thought it was an excellent idea, but worried about a large footprint the house would have on the land. Joe assured her that he would find the perfect spot, where the land would not be greatly intruded upon. The three men went out to survey the area, and it took them 2 hours to find a spot, not too far away from Susan's home, but an area where too much land would be destroyed from its natural beauty. Joe and Alan stayed behind to stake out the area while Sergeant went back to get the women, and of course, the cameras. When they returned, Alan and Joe were nearly finished, and Cassandra could not believe the size of the downstairs area. Joe used orange Day-Glo paint to mark out proposed sites for the living area of the house. He made everything large enough for a family to grow into. Cassandra hugged him, and told him it was beautiful. She asked him to stand in the middle, with a shovel, so they could take a picture of him, and all the work he had put into it.

As he was standing there smiling, Cassandra said, "Joe, Amanda has something she wants to tell you, but you have to stand exactly where you are for her to do it. Okay?"

"Sure, it's okay with me."

Everyone had their cameras ready as Amanda stepped forward. "Joe, you know, we promised not to keep secrets from one another, but I had to keep one from you, until I was absolutely sure that everything would be okay. I went to the doctor earlier this week, and she told me everything was fine. Joe, honey, you are going to be a daddy."

Joe's world stopped as the words sunk in to his head. He said nothing. He did nothing. Then, suddenly, "The Flying Dutchman," and his shovel fell to the floor, raising a cloud of dust 5 feet high.

Amanda screamed, "Joseph!" 

Susan, Cassie, Alan, and Sergeant were laughing, as they realize 'a tree had fallen, silently, in the forest.'

Amanda reached Joe in seconds, and tried to awaken him. She yelled his name, slapped his face, and pulled on his shirt.

Alan pulled her away, and held her, trying to calm her down. He said, "Joe is fine. I have never seen a man fall that far, that fast. Thank goodness it was not a concrete floor; he would have broken it."

Susan took her thermos of water, and poured some on Joe's face. 

He sputtered, and return to consciousness. He looked into Amanda's worried face, and asked, "Say that again, please."

She sat on his lap and said, "Well, since you are already down here, and there is no further chance that you will hurt yourself, I said you are going to be a daddy. You are going to have a son."

Joe was a smart man, not brilliant on the IQ scale, but smart, when his brain was functioning normally.

"How?"

Amanda smacked him. "The usual way Joe."

"Oh! Do you want to be a mother?"

"How many times have we discussed this Joe?"

"Oh! You weren't taking the pill?"

"I stopped taking it six years ago, Joe."

"Oh yeah, I remember that."

His mind began to function properly. "Are you all right?"

"Yes, Joe, I am fine. The baby is fine, and he is going to be like his father; huge."

Joe looked worried. "You can't carry a huge baby; you are too tiny."

"The Doctor and I have worked it out. If the baby reaches 6 pounds, I will have a C-section."

"What have I done to you, Amanda?"

"You have made me very happy Joe. I am having the love of my life's baby. What woman could ask for anything more?"

"When are you due?"

"That depends totally on the baby. I am 2 ½ months pregnant, now. If I were to carry to term, it would be 6 ½ months. Neither Doctor Oliver nor I believe I will go that long. I think five months is a better guess."

"I will have to build an extension on the second bedroom."

"Oh, what a shame; you will be busy doing something constructive for a change."

"Be nice, Amanda, or I will spank you."

Amanda laughed, "Like that would be something new Joseph. You will have to become more inventive than that."

"I could always take out the suede flogger, or the riding crop, if you like?"

"Joe, you are embarrassing me in front of our friends. You can't use them, because I am pregnant."

Alan laughed. "Here I thought I was the only pervert in this group."

Susan yelled, "Alan, shut up; what happens in our bedroom stays in our bedroom."

Coyly Amanda said, "Oh really; Alan, I would like to talk to you later."

Susan said, "Amanda, if he talks to you, his jawbone will have to be fixed."

Everyone laughed at this turn of events. 

Sarge said, "Come on folks, I'm hungry, and there's a barbecue waiting. We have pregnant women we have to fatten up, a house to extend, and one to build in the next five, or six months. It is going to be a very tight schedule, but I think we can get most of it done by then."

By the time Harold and Callaway returned Callum, late that afternoon, they knew they missed a good time. When Callalily found out why, she got a little misty eyed. However, she was happy for everyone concerned. 

Harold did not miss her reaction. He said, "Let's get married soon, and we can work on the little problems quickly."

Callalily looked at him. "Are you sure? This is a very big step for you. I know it is what I want, but it has to be good for you too."

"Callie, look at these people. They are almost 10 years older than me, and they are acting like children. I want to act like a child too."

"Harold you tell me when, and I will be the one white, coming down the aisle to meet you."

"Six weeks, maybe five, if we can pull it all together."

"No one can put a wedding together in six weeks."

Amanda, Susan, and Cassie said, "We can ask your mother and sister, and between the five of us, I bet we can."

Harold took Callalily into his arms and said, "Do you see what I mean baby, where there's a will, there is a way."

"Where will I get my dress?"

Alan replied, "New York, Chicago, Atlanta, or Los Angeles. I will get you there by private jet. Scratch that problem off your list of worries."

"You guys mean this, don't you?"

Alan replied, "If Harold can thaw out your hands, I will pay for the damn dress."

Harold laughed, "Alan, I have tried my best. It just does not work. I have to put her hands in boxing gloves before I go to bed with her."

As soon as he finished saying it, Harold went into a defensive boxing position, because he knew he was about to get hit. He did.

"Harold, I am going to freeze your dick off."

He kissed her and said, "Where will the little ones come from then?"

"Bastard."

"Bitch."

"I love you, Harold."

"Ditto, Callie; I can't wait to see you running around after a little one."

There was a collective groan from those assembled.

Harold asked them why?

Susan asked, "Harold, which child are you going to be running after, Callie, or the baby?"

Harold laughed, but Callaway looked at Susan and said, "Not funny Susan. Remember I am Callum's godmother and I can teach him all the wrong things."

Alan yelled, "Yes, you can Callie, especially after he turns 13!"

That was all it took to light Callaway fuse. She charged at Alan, who took off like a rabbit. "When I catch you Alan, I am going to dig your grave and throw the dirt in after you."

Alan was running around his guests, who were hysterical laughing. Callalily was 10 feet behind him, absolutely furious that she was not able to close the gap. Alan put on a burst of speed, and Callalily did not realize where he had gone, until she came around a tree and he smacked her in the ass. She screamed at the ignominy of her defeat, as her friends laughed at her. She ran to Harold's arms and said, "I have to figure out a way to defeat him. He is just too funny."




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 14



Callum ran over to his godmother and asked, "What can I do when I am 13?"

She picked him up and said, "Honey, I know it does not sound like fun now, but it will when you are older. When you are 13 years old, you can start dating girls, like your daddy did."

"Did you and my daddy date?"

Alan yelled out, "We still do. We meet in the hospital every time she hurts me."

Callaway yelled, "Shut up, Alan. No Callum, daddy, and I never dated. He is far too old for me. Harold and I are dating. We are getting married very soon, and we are hoping to have a baby, just like you, or maybe a little girl, just like me."

Alan groaned, "Oh God no."

"Shut up, Alan."

Callum asked, "How are babies made?"

Everyone listen closely to what Callalily said. 

"When you go to the supermarket, you go down aisle three..."

They exploded with laughter. Callalily's answer was perfect for a three-year-old. When she was finished with her explanation, she sent him back to his mother, for further consultation on the subject of procreation. She had dodged her first bullet, successfully.



62. Back at the ranch.

Patricia had finished getting the lecture from the nurse about what to do when she got home to care for her wounds. The nurse said she could get dressed, and she would be right back with her paperwork. She got out of bed, took off the hospital gown, put on her panties, and was in the process of putting on her bra when there was a knock on her door. She thought it was the nurse and she said, "Come in."

Brad walked into the room and said, "GOOD MORNING!"

Patty screamed, "Get out of here, you pervert!"

Brad did an about-face, and walked out of the room.

The nurse heard the scream and was on her way to Patty's room, when she saw Brad exit. "Oh, it's you again. What did you do to her this time?"

"It was not my fault. I knocked on the door, and she told me to come in. I can't help but if she was not dressed."

"I am sure you were disappointed she wasn't completely naked."

"Who said she wasn't?"

"You stand by this counter, until I tell you, it is safe to move."

"Nurse, you are ruining my morning."

"If I call security, I am going to ruin your week."

"You have made your point; I will stand here and not make a peep."

She went down to Patty's room, knocked on her door, and announced herself, before she walked in. She said, "How good was that guys timing?"

Patricia blushed. "He was a couple of seconds late. My bra was on, but I had not snapped the back yet."

The nurse laughed. "If he was 30 seconds earlier, I would have found him nursing on those breasts."

"No chance; I told him yesterday, for this past year I worked for the FBI. You would have had a patient in this hospital, with a broken jaw, and 10 fractured fingers."

"You are my type of girl Patricia. Here is your paperwork. I will call for a wheelchair and you will be able to leave."

As she exited the room, Brad said, "Good morning Patricia and thank you for a wonderful, eye opening presentation."

"Good morning pervert; I hope you have a fantastic memory, because that is the last time you will ever get that close to seeing them."

"Remember what I said yesterday Patty; when I see something I want, I don't scare easily."

"I want you to remember something I said yesterday, Brad. I worked for the FBI, and I know how to use a gun."

"Have you had breakfast?"

"Yes, I would like to see if my motorhome is intact, please."

"Your wish is my command, my lady."

Brad went to bring his car to the front of the hospital as Patty waited patiently in the wheelchair. She heard the roar of a sports car, the squeal of tires burning rubber, and then a sunshine yellow Corvette leave one of the lanes, and head towards her. Her initial reaction was, "He is trying to do the 'Bad Boy' thing."

He got out of the car, opened the passenger side door, and tried to help her in. Patty said, "Do you want me to show you how to drive this car properly, or do you want to ruin it before it gets to 50,000 miles?"

Brad said, "Bullshit, you have never driven a car like this."

Patty replied, "You are correct, but I read the GM manual and specifications on the engine, when it was in the design phase. I sent GM an email to make a correction on the engine intake manifold, which they incorporated. Would you like to see their thank you letter?"

"Thank you letter my ass, where was the check that went with it?"

"I told them I didn't want any money. I just wanted my name mentioned, when they announced the design team for the engine. You can look it up online, if you don't believe me."

"You can bet your ass I'm going to look it up."

"No one is ever going to get close to my ass, and no one has ever gotten close to my pussy yet either."

Brad hit the brakes on the Corvette and pulled over to the side of the road. He looked at her and said, "You are a virgin?"

Patty smiled. "I knew that we get to you. Yes I am, and I am going to stay that way until someone puts a ring on my finger, a marriage license in my hand, and says 'I Do."

"I guess that means we are not going to fool around in your motorhome, in my apartment tonight, or in the place I know in the Adirondacks, that is so beautiful, many girls drop their panties, before a guy asks?"

"No Brad, not unless you have the three keys to my chastity belt, the name of the church, the priest, the marriage license in your hand; signed and notarized, and there is a ring on my finger."

"I don't know about the keys, but the rest my mother can do in a week. She wants grandchildren desperately, and she will even pay you to give them to her."

"Tell your mother that I have more money than she has, and it will take more than bribery to get me to marry you, and give her grandchildren."

Brad started the car and continued on to the ranch. The fire inspector was there, as well as the lawn maintenance crew.

Patricia walked carefully over the remains of the barn, and asked the inspector what he found.

"It was easy, Miss Parent. The earthquake caused an electrical short, which started the wood burning slowly and once it caught, the barn was destined to burn down. The insurance company won't like it, but they will have to pay for the whole thing. Thank goodness you got the horses out in time, or they would have roasted alive. What are you doing here, Brad? My niece still hasn't forgiven you for leaving her at the prom."

"Mister Woodson, that was seven years ago. Amy is married, with two kids; don't you think it's time for her to grow up?"

"Brad, a young girl never forgets her first love, especially when he takes her virginity lightly."

"I did not take it lightly, Mister Woodson. At the time we were dating very seriously, and I used a condom to make sure nothing would happen to her."

"As I recall, Amy told me she found out afterwards, you were also dating Marilyn Thomas, Cindy Nelson, and a few other girls very seriously, at the same time you were dating her. What did you do, have a bulletin board in your room so you could keep score?"

"No Mister Woodson, it was not to keep score. It was to make sure I did not have a date with two girls on the same night."

Patty burst out laughing, as Brad dropped his head in shame. 

"Mister Woodson, how is my motorhome?"

"It's fine Ms. Parent. When the fire department got here, they knew the barn was a total loss, so they concentrated on your motorhome to keep it cool and keep the flames away from it. It needs to be washed, to get the soot off of it, but that is all."

"Is there anyone in town that does this sort of work?"

"No one works on a vehicle this big. However, the people at our volunteer fire department are always looking to make more money. You can ask them if they want to do it. You offer them a fair wage and they will be more than happy to come out here."

Patty said, "Fair wage hell; they save me and my home. I will bribe them if I have to. I also need temporary shelter for the horses and more feed."

"The bags of feed are fine, they did not burn. The wood covered them, and scorched the burlap, but that was it. As far as temporary shelter for the horses, why don't you board them at another ranch, until you rebuild the barn? I guess that's what this philanderer is here for?"

"Yes, that is what he is here for. Would you take a look at my proposed barn and tell me what you think?"

"Sure, let me see it." Woodson looked at the proposed structure with a practiced eye for several minutes, and kept looking up at Bradley every once in a while. Finally, he asked him, "You designed this?"

Defensively, Brad said, "Don't blame me, she did it."

"Miss Parent, are you an architect also?"

"No, I just put things where I thought they should be, and I used the materials I wanted to keep the horses safe."

"Start taking lessons from this young woman, Bradley. This is the soundest structure I have ever seen. It still needs the internal workings, but everything else is absolutely perfect, down to the last millimeter. I have never seen anything better than this."

"I was just kidding Mister Woodson, I did it."

Patricia looked at him and said, "I know how to use a gun."

"She is going to be the death of me, I am sure of it."

Woodson laughed, "Brad, if she knows how to use a gun, I can guarantee it. Miss Parent, when these plans are completed, I would like to look at them, before you submit them to the city for approval."

"I will be more than happy to do that for you, Mister Woodson. What do I do now, as far as the insurance company is concerned?"

"I send them my report, and they will send you a check for the full amount that you are covered for. It will take them two or three months to process it. If it takes them any longer, contact me, and I will put a fire under their ass."

"That is a very apt expression Mister Woodson, thank you very much."

"Brad, do you know the number of the fire department?"

"Yes, it is part of the speed dial program."

"Dial it for me, I have to thank them for saving my home and asked them if they want to do the cleanup job on the barn, and on my motorhome."

The Battalion chief answered the phone, and Patty introduced herself. She said, "Mister Buck, I want to thank you for saving me and my motorhome. If it hadn't been for you and your men, both of us would have been lost."

"That is what we do, Miss Parent. We don't want to lose anyone or anything to a fire, if we can help it."

"Mister Buck, Mister Woodson just left my place. He said you and your men are always looking to make extra money. My property and motorhome needs to be cleaned up and I was wondering if your people would be interested in doing it."

"How many men would you need Miss Parent."

"Every man that was out here chief, including the paramedics, if they are available."

"That would be 15 men, is that okay with you?"

"Yes Sir, tell them they will be making $500 an hour, for a minimum of four-hour' work. There will be food available for them, and their families, who I want them to bring here. I will have tents set up, tables, chairs, and games for the kids. What day would be better, Saturday or Sunday?"

"Sunday, definitely Sunday, Miss Parent, can we make it 25 men and their families?"

"As far as I am concerned, chief, you can bring the whole damn department. Have your men buy the best cleaning and waxing materials they need to clean up my home, gloves to avoid getting hurt by the wood and Sunscreen. I will reimburse them for the cost. When you have your people count ready, let me know, so I can have enough food, tables, chairs, and enough tents set up."

"I will let you know by Thursday, if that is soon enough for you, Miss Parent?"

"Chief, call me Patty please, and I think Thursday will give everyone enough time to set up for Sunday. Goodbye chief, get to work on your list, and I will talk to you soon."

"Goodbye Patty and thank you."

Patty handed Brad back his phone, only to see a startled look on his face. He asked, "How rich are you?"

"I don't believe that is any of your business."

"$500 an hour, 25 men, a minimum of four hours each is $40,000. You are throwing a party for the men and their families. You are going to have games for the kids and who knows what else is going on in that head of yours. Can I help wash the motorhome too? I don't believe I will make $500 an hour, until I become a partner in my mother's firm."

"Oh you poor baby, I bet that Corvette was a graduation present from mommy."

"You are wrong again. My grandmother gave it to me as a graduation present."

"I can see you grew up in a very poor family. It must've been a struggle to have maids and butlers take care of their every need."

"You see Patty, you know nothing about me. You accuse me of wrongdoing at every turn. My nanny took care of my every need."

"Did she crawl into bed with you, and teach you the facts of life?"

"No, and I am tired of you getting everything wrong. The maid's daughter did that for me, and she was very good at it."

Patty laughed, "I bet you were an A+ student by the time she was finished with you."

"Before my mother found out what was going on between us, and fired the maid, she said to me I had ruined her for every other man."

"Bradley, you are incorrigible."

"Yes Patty, I know, but when I get you in bed, you will be the beneficiary of all my worldly knowledge."

"Another man said that to me once, and I loved him with all my heart and soul. As you can see he is no longer around, and I am never going to walk that line again. It hurts too much when it ends. I am never going to hurt like that ever again; not for any man, Brad, and that includes you, also."

"You said all I needed to do was to put a ring on your finger, and have the marriage license."

"I know I did, but I am just fooling myself. Brad, I am telling you now, and I am deadly serious, do not expect anything from me except friendship. I am not going down that road again. When I have the barn built and I have a man or a woman I trust to take care of my horses, and the land, I am gone. Don't try to change my mind, because it will not happen. The man I loved stole my heart, and I don't have another one to give. I would rather die than put myself in that position again."

"But Patty, you have such gorgeous breasts, any man would give his eye teeth to see them without a bra on."

"Don't you dare try to get on my good side, Bradley, unless you finished my plans for the barn?

"How could I have possibly done that overnight, when I was masturbating at the thought of your pajamas opening?"

"I am sure your mother is very proud of you, and your ability to control your hormones."

"I am going to tell my uncle about you."

"Sam knows more about me than you will ever know."

"I guess I'm going to buy some truth serum, and inject it into my uncle, when he is not looking."

Patricia laughed. "I hope you enjoy what you hear, because when he wakes up, you are a dead man."

"Is he CIA or NSA, or FBI, or one of those alphabet soups? Every once and again he disappears and returns a week later, and my aunt will never tell us where he went?"

"If your aunt will not tell you, what makes you think I will?"

"Patty, you and I are going to have a wonderful relationship."

"Bradley, you and I are not going to have a relationship. I am not sure we will be friends if you walk in on me again, when I am getting dressed."

"That was not my fault, I knocked on the door, and you said come in. How was I supposed to know you were getting dressed?"

"You should have said who you were before you walked into my room."

"I would have, if you asked who it was; but you said come in, and I did."

"I am sure you were disappointed I was not naked."

"Patty, if you were naked, I would have taken my cell phone out and started taking pictures of you."

"You would never have lived long enough to look at them. This would have taken care of you permanently." She reached into the back of her slacks and pulled out a P 32 automatic, from its holster. It was small by comparison to other weapons, but it packed a very impressive wallop at short range.

Brad looked at the gun and went pale. 

Patty said, "Breathe Brad, I don't want to have to pick you up off the floor."

"All this time I thought you were kidding. I did not think you had a gun."

"Would you like me to fire it at you?"

"No, thank you, I will take your word for it."

"Would you like to see the inside of my home?"

"Will I be safe in there?"

"Are you going to behave?"

"You are the one with the gun; what do you think?"

Patty opened the control panel, typed in her seven-digit pin number, and the door unlocked. As soon as she opened the door every light in the home came on, and the air conditioner began to reduce the ambient air temperature from 80° to 72°.

Patty hit a button from the driver's area, the door closed and locked.

Brad looked down the length of the motorhome, and said, "This thing is huge! How did you learn to drive it?"

Patty shrugged her shoulders, and lied. "I read the owner's manual."

Brad's head nearly came off his shoulders, when he heard her answer.

Patty could not help but giggle at the look on his face. "Would you believe I read the owner's manual, and took lessons?"

Brad said, "I should strangle you for doing that to me. After your Corvette remark, I would have believed anything you said."

"You have not even checked that remark on the Internet yet."

"Patty, why would I? After what Mister Woodson said about your architectural drawing of the barn and you never having taken a course in that field, anything you say has a good possibility of being true."

"I never said I did not take a course in architectural design, I just said I did not take a course in architecture. I have been designing computers since I was 13 years old. I guess it's different, but it's close to being the same thing, isn't it?"

He glared at her and said, "Do you always cheat to win?"

"I did not cheat. I never made a drawing of a barn before. I never used any of the materials before, and you didn't help me, until the very end. I thought I did a very creditable job, and so did Mister Woodson."

"Do you masturbate?"

"Yes, wait, what is that have to do with anything? You just cheated. You changed the subject, and caught me off guard."

"Miss Parent, if you can cheat, so can I."

"Mister Goodman, are you strong?"

"I run every day, and I lift weights every night Miss Parent. That is how I keep my manly figure."

He smiled when she replied, "I knew you had a weight lifters body. Go to the side of the barn, and pick up one of those 80-pound bags of feed. The horses look hungry and I have to feed them. On second thought, get two bags. I will need another one for tomorrow, when you are not here."

"Who said I was not going to be here?"

"Are you ever going to go to work again?"

"My mother is a very understanding boss. She wants grandchildren."

"Give me your mother's phone number, so I can tell her she is not getting grandchildren from me."

"If you tell her that there goes all my free time."

"I thought you wanted to be an architect?"

"No, I wanted to be a gigolo. My mother would not let me."

"Are you ever going to cut those apron strings?"

"I am not going to cut the apron strings, until I get control of the checkbook."

"That is a very reasonable answer; probably the only reasonable answer you have come up with today. Would you like some lunch, because I am hungry."

"Don't tell me you can cook too?"

"I most certainly can."

"Don't tell me, because I know the answer to this question. ' How did you learn to cook, Patty?' "Answer: I read a cookbook."

"Do you see how little you know with me, Bradley? I have three of them memorized: An American, French, and Italian cookbook, each by a very famous chief. I am working on an Austrian cookbook now, but I have been busy with other things, this past year."




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 14



"Patricia, you have to learn when to stop lying. I'll give you credit for the Corvette. I'll give you credit for learning to drive this monstrosity. I'll even give you credit for the barn. However, no one can memorize three huge cookbooks down to every detail."

"What are you willing to bet Brad? There is a computer console by that desk. Turn it on and bring up any recipe from Anne Burrell's cookbooks published before 1995. If you win, I will give you $100,000. If I win you walk home, because I get the Corvette."

"It's over 22 miles to my house."

"I hate using other people's words to hang them, but in this case, I am going to enjoy it. ' I run every morning, and I lift weights every evening.' I believe that's what you said, isn't it Brad?"

"I run to the mailbox and back."

Patricia could not help laughing, at the look on his face, and his confession. "I guess you do not want to bet the Corvette?"

"My grandmother would kill me if I did. She is lethal with a rolling pin.

63. Confusion

"Mister Free, this is Marie Mobley. I picked up something on Patricia. I don't know if it's important or not, but you told me to give you anything I found, so here it is."

"Give me a second Marie; I want to write this down."

"Patricia made two $100,000 bank transfers, from Las Vegas. One went to her bank in Alexandria, Virginia, and one went to her bank in Seattle, Washington. I think she's playing with us, Mister Free. These banks could not be any further apart if she wanted them to be."

Michael laughed. "I know it's not funny Marie, but I wish that woman would do something illegal, so I could arrest her. If she transferred that amount of money outside the country that would have been illegal, but banks to bank, in the states, she is as legal as apple pie."

"I told you Mister Free, most of the time she was smarter than our instructors. We are not going to find her, until she wants to be found."

"Please keep trying for me, Marie. My people didn't pick up on the bank transfers yet. You are one person and you did it. You know, Patty better than we do."

"Thank you Mister Free, the check was overly generous. I could not believe the amount when I saw it."

"Patty charges us $1.4 million a day for her services, and she is worth every penny. She also does many things for us without charging. What we gave you is a pittance compared to what she charges us."

"I do not consider a six-figure check a pittance Mister free. Stephen was even impressed with it."

"I'm glad Marie; I will talk to you again soon."

He had barely settled the phone on the desk, when it rang again, and Stephano was on the line.

"Michael, she was not at her college, or MIT. I went to the archdiocese and they had nothing on record about her. Where the hell did she disappeared to, do you have any news?"

"Yes, Stephano, I just got off the phone with a friend of hers, and it's not good. She transferred a large amount of money, from Las Vegas to a bank in Virginia. She also transferred the same amount of money to a bank in Seattle, Washington. Her friend says she is playing with us, and I could not agree more. I would bet you she is using something we cannot trace to live on; probably something like a Bearer Bond or in a tax-free annuity that would take us years to track down. Why is that woman so hardheaded and smart?"

"Why do you think I left, Michael? She drove me crazy. I could not think straight, when I was near her. She is the devil reincarnate, and I love her desperately. When I see her, I am going to beat the shit out of her." 

"Stephano, a word of warning, she is carrying a gun."

"Michael, are you out of your fucking mind? You gave a gun to a bomb with no fuse."

"She has a very long fuse, Stephano. It just doesn't exist, when you are near her."

"Where can I buy one of those bulletproof suits that this president wears?"

"I can't tell you, Stephano. It is a trade secret, unless you go down to Caracas, Venezuela, and ask for a man by the name of Carlos. Give him a $50 bill folded in quarters, inside out. Tell him your name is Jefferson and you want to see Mister Grant."

"There must be 10,000 Carlos is in Caracas, Michael. How would I know which one is the right one?"

"I would suggest you bring $10,000-$50 bills, Stephano."

"You would not make it as a standup comedian, Michael. That joke was as lame as any I have ever heard."

"I am telling you the truth, Stephano, she carries a gun, and if you piss her off again, she will not be responsible for her actions. There will be too many people to testify against you in court, and she will be found not guilty."

"Michael has anyone contacted her father?"

"I haven't, because I do not want to worry him unnecessarily. I do not think she is suicidal, and she just wants to be left alone. She sent him a note before she left, and explained what she was going to do. I am sure if he was worried he would have contacted me by now."

"With everything that happened, I think I will give him a call. I owe him that much."


Jemma said, "Hello."

"Hello Jemma, this is Stephano." CLICK

Stephano looked at his phone, and saw the connection had gone dead. He hit redial and Jemma said, "Hello."

"Hello Jemma, this is Stephano." CLICK

Stephano had to figure out another plan to get through to Jemma that he needed to speak to them, and apologize. He called Michael and asked him to clear the way for him. It was an excruciating hour, before Michael called him back.

"Boy, you owe me big time, and I mean really big time. If you fuck this thing up with Patricia, William is not only going to kill you, but he is going to come after my family and me. You know him better than I do, and you know he can do it. He is waiting for your call. If he calls me back and orders me to kill you, I will do it to save my family. If he gets them, I don't care what happens to me, but I will get you, before I die."

"I swear to you Michael, I will make this work, or I will die trying. Goodbye!"

As he waited for William Zabo to pick up the phone, Stephano started to perspire. He knew William was doing this on purpose, and he was getting the reaction he wanted.

When he finally picked up the phone Stephano said, "Hello William, and yes, I am sweating from head to foot."

William responded, "You are lucky you are not standing in front of me, or you would be bleeding from head to foot."

"I know what you are feeling, but if you can help me find her, I will do my best to make everything right. I don't know what Michael told you, but both my father and mother are so pissed off at me for what I did to Patricia they are barely talking to me. When my mother's saw me, she smacked me. My father gave a lecture that I will not soon forget. I thought I was smarter than both of them, but it turns out that I am the dumbest one in the family."

"Where are your father and mother, now?"

"They have them hidden away at some joint military base in Louisiana. The damn place is huge."

"Is there a way I can contact him?"

"You have to go through the FBI switchboard, but I think you need Michael's permission to do it." 

"I believe I know where my daughter is. If you hurt her, I am going to put you into a wood chipper, feet first, and watch you go in slowly. I want you to picture that before I tell you, Stephano, because it will be something you will remember, until your heart stops beating."

"I get the picture William, and I am willing to take that chance. I want her for my wife. I want to fight with her for eternity, because she is the best thing that has ever happened to me. I did not realize that she is what I wanted and needed in my life, until my father and mother berated me like I was a child."

"She has that effect on people Stephano. She did it to me on the airplane, if you remember. If you want her, you had better be ready to fight like hell, because she is going to bite your head off, the first time she sees you."

"If she only goes after my head, and leaves the important parts alone, I will be a lucky man."

"Did you ever buy her an engagement ring?"

"No, but I still have the wedding set."

"If you want to be smart and ward off any evil spirits that she has around her, a good size diamond ring, and a heartfelt proposal, while you are kneeling down, might help the situation."

"I don't want to bribe her William."

"Why would you consider it a bribe, Stephano? Every young man who asks a woman to marry him gives the young woman an engagement ring, and asks her, with his heart on his sleeve, for hand in marriage."

"I got your message William. Now tell me what you think she is."

"I think she went home to see her mother. I know it sounds absurd, but that is where I think she went. What is left of her heart is there, and if she needs to cry, or think, I believe that is where she would go. Jemma and I leave for New York on Thursday to see an old friend and visit his restaurant. Call me on my cell phone if I am right."

"Thank you William, I will be leaving Boston shortly, and heading to Glens Falls. I should be there by late tonight or early in the morning."

"Just a reminder Stephano, if you hurt her, your ass is mine."

"If I hurt her, I will make sure I am not hard to find."


Stephano made a quick stop at E.J. Horn Jewelers; told the associate what he wanted, and told him he needed it 'NOW!'

The associate said, "We cannot possibly do this in such a short time."

Stephano said, "According to your ad on the Internet, you are one of the largest jewelry dealers in Boston. You have staff on site to make and repair jewelry. You can't make one ring in the next hour. My lawyer will contact you tomorrow morning. Consider yourself being sued for $10 million, depending on his attitude. He is hell, when he has not had his coffee in the morning."

"Who is your attorney sir?"

"My attorney is Steven Cassel, of Cassel, Kingman, Blue, and Alexander. You can call them to verify if you'd like."

"Let me get my manager, please."

"Sir, my manager said your ring will be ready in 40 minutes. May I get you coffee, tea, or soft drink?"

"No thank you, I want you to begin the paperwork for the certification of the diamond, and the price of the ring. I am going to give you a check, and you are going to have to call the bank to verify that is good. Let's get everything moving, so I can get on the road."

"Yes sir Mister Valentino, I will start right away."

Before the stone and setting were completed the associate came back with the finished paperwork.

"Mister Valentino, here is the GIA certification on the diamond, the warrantee for the ring, and the setting. If you bring in once every year for us to check it, we will guarantee the diamond will not be lost from the setting for five years. The price of the ring is $36,800. Mister Cassel is a good customer of ours. He spoke to our manager, and warned him to treat you well. Our manager has given you a 30% discount on your purchase. The total price of the ring is $25,760. We do not have to verify your check. Mister Cassel said it is good."

"Thank your manager very much; here is your check, and find out how much longer on the ring, please."

10 minutes later Stephano was in his rented car, heading for New York. 

64. Two Men and the Little Lady!

It was either a much shorter ride then he thought, or his foot was a lot heavier on the gas pedal then he realized. He arrived in Glens Falls just after 9 PM, checked into the local hotel, and asked the clerk if he knew where the Parent ranch was.

The clerk said, "Yes, there was a big fire out there a few days ago. The whole place was destroyed."

Stephano's heart dropped into his stomach. He asked the clerk if anyone was injured.

"Yes, some idiot woman was trying to fight the fire with a garden hose, and she got caught in it, when the barn exploded."

"What happened to her?"

"They rushed her to the hospital, but I don't know what happened to her after that. On my days off I go fishing and I don't read the newspapers, because they are just depressing."

"Where is the hospital?"

"Take the road in front of the hotel for about five minutes; it'll be on your left-hand side."

"Where is the ranch?"

The clerk took a local map, and drew the route for Stephano to follow. He said it would take him 15 minutes to get there, and if it took him more than 20 minutes, he had gone too far.

Stephano followed route, and drove slowly for the last few miles. He smelled the burnt remains of the barn, before he saw the gate to the property, and pulled off the road. He turned off the car. The gate was open, so he walked down the long driveway, past the barn, towards the lights, he saw burning behind it. He knocked on the door of a huge motorhome, and waited.

He heard Patricia yell, "Bradley, go home. I do not entertain men at night."

Stephano was shocked, when she mentioned another man's name. He sucked up his pride and said, "I am not Bradley; I bring you greetings from your father."

Patricia thought she recognized the voice, but between the air conditioner humming and the microwave heating up her dinner, she was not sure. She threw on a robe, turned off the alarm, and opened the door. When she saw Stephano standing there, she screamed, "NO," and fainted.

Stephano scrambled up the steps, trying to catch her, before she hurt herself. He was able to keep her head from hitting the floor. He pulled the handle on the door to close it. He picked Patty up, and carried her to the bedroom. He put her into her bed, went to the kitchen, wet a towel, and returned to see how she was.

He used the towel to wet her face and neck, and waited patiently for her to return to consciousness.

As her eyes started to flutter, he smiled at her and said, "I guess you're surprised to see me."

"Get out of my home, before I call the police."

"I have come 3000 miles to apologize for my behavior. Can I at least tell you what I have on my mind before I go?"

"How did you find me?"

"All of your college friends, the FBI, and your father are looking for you to make certain you are alright. You scared a lot of people when you left so suddenly. You have an awful lot of friends, whether you believe it or not. This world is not made up of villains, like my father and his cohorts. It is not made up of total idiots and fools like me, either. There are some very fine people out there, and you left them very confused and very anxious about your health and well-being. When I arrived here tonight, the clerk at the hotel told me there was an explosion here at your ranch and you were taken to the hospital. I thought you were dead. I thought my last chance to apologize to you had been taken away from me. If I could take back the words I said to you, I would, but I can't because they are already out in the universe. 

When my mother was told what I said to you, she smacked me. My mother has not hit me, since I was 12 years old. I told her I was going to my room and climbing under my bed, which is what I used to do when I was a child. She said she hoped the bed was hit by lightning. My mother is very angry with me, and she let me know that in no uncertain terms. She said, "I had let the best thing that ever happened to me, slip through my fingers." 

My father lectured me on ethics, and I told him that the conversation was going in the wrong direction. I was the one with the education, not him. 

He said I was wrong. I had only learned from books, he had learned from life. He told me if he had learned his lesson one crime sooner, your mother would still be alive. Your friend would not have been killed driving your car, and 39 of your friends, at the university, would still be alive. He also told me I would never have met you. I never would have grown up. You are the one who made me grow up, Patty. I never grew up, until I met you. I thought I knew it all, but I didn't. I had the best of everything from the word go. I could have whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted it. I never had to struggle for anything, until I met you. You started my real education. I was amoral, and you made me moral. I didn't care how I got things done. I watched you, and you made me realize that it was very important to get it done right. You had me in a position of weakness. You could have taken advantage of me, or had me killed in an instant. You and your father could have beaten and starved me to the point of death, but you didn't. You didn't, because it was the wrong thing to do. What did I do to you in return; I cut your heart out. I returned to the bastard I was, before I met you, before I learned the lessons you taught me. Why, because I was angry with you for leaving me behind. You were leaving me, and I couldn't stand it. I was an angry child, and I threw a temper tantrum, as any five-year old would. You were going to Washington, and didn't tell me when you were coming back. You made it sound like you didn't care, you were leaving me behind. I was furious with you. I realize now it was just another lesson in my growing up. I don't know if you can ever forgive me for what I did to you, but I am going to try it one more time, before you kick me out of your home.

Stephano rolled off Patty's bed, reached in to his pocket and took out the ring. He held out in front of her and said, "Patricia Garrett Parent, will you please forgive me, and consent to be my wife?"

Patty looked at him in stunned silence. When she gathered her wits about her, she screamed, "ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND! DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU PUT ME THREW? I never wanted to see you again."

Stephano replied, "Yes, I know, everything I did, and I was in absolute idiot. BUT YOU ARE NOT BLAMELESS EITHER PATRICIA! You are a pain in the ass and you glory in it. You enjoyed doing that to me in the hospital. Furthermore, you enjoyed doing that to me in public. You could have taken me aside and explained it a lot better than you did, but you wanted to show everyone that you had complete control over me. Don't you lay there so smug, and say I am wrong, because you and I know damn well I am right."

"Stephano, why should we get married when we know we are going to torture each other for the rest of our lives. Go find someone else who is more docile than I am."

"I don't want docile, I want you. Your father and mother fought all the time, until they had to separate. Now it is my turn, and I want you, because I love you. I don't know where your gun is, but there are only two ways I am leaving here tonight. One is with this ring on your finger, and you agree to marry me. I promised to call your father, after you said yes. The second way is in a body bag, after you shoot me, and the police carry me away because I am dead. Those are your two choices, they are also mine. I don't want to live without you, Patty. I believe I would go crazy thinking about you every day, and not having you by my side."

"I don't want to have any children."

"Patty, we are Catholic, when we get married we cannot use contraceptives."

"You have been using them since you figured out what to do with a girl. All of a sudden you have had a change of heart?"

"I told you before, I was an amoral person, and you have made me moral."

"Change back."

"I can't do that, because I love you."

"If you love me change back."

"I can't change back because I love you, and the church won't let me."

"You are so full of shit it is coming out of both of your ears, and your mouth at the same time."

"Patty, "Say yes, I will marry you."

"Stephano, I will not marry you."

"Patty, don't make me change my mind about item number three on my wish list."

"What was item 3 on your wish list Stephano?"

"Item 1 was to get you to marry me. Item 2 was to fuck you silly. Item number 3 was to spank that glorious ass of yours. You said to me in the hospital, I could not pass go, or collect my $200, until I got past items 1 and 2, and you walked away from me, while you were gloating. If you continue arguing with me, I will postpone items one and two for a later date. I will begin with number 3 now, if you do not agree to marry me."




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 14



"You wouldn't dare spank me, Stephano. I will tell my father, and he will break your hands, before he cuts them off."

Stephano put the ring on Patty's nightstand, stood up, and removed his jacket.

Patricia did not like the look on his face, and moved to the far side of the bed.

 Stephano looked at her and said, "How far do you think you can run, before I can catch you in this place?"

"I can run far enough to get my gun."

"Where is it; I will bring it to you?"

"It is in the drawer to the left of the refrigerator."

Stephano retrieved the gun, and handed it to her. In

"Patty, in 30 seconds, I am going to walk over to you, put you over my knee, pulled your pajamas down, and spank you. You have been warned."

"Stephano if you come near me. I am going to put seven bullets in your chest."

"I am willing to take that chance."

Stephano rolled up the sleeves to his shirt, until they were above his elbows. He looked at her and said, "I believe the 30 seconds is up. Here I come."

"Stephano, don't you come near me. Stephano, I will shoot you."

"In order to stop me that is exactly what you will have to do."

 He walked towards her. "Stephano stop this, right now."

"Patty shoot me, or put the gun down."

"I hate you, Stephano."

"I know Patty, and I hate you, more." He took her into his arms and kissed her, as if they had never been part. She pushed him away and said, "Where is my ring?"

He picked it up, knelt down, and asked her again, "Patricia Garrett Parent Zabo, will you consent to be my bride?"

"If this is stone is real, and you fuck up our relationship again, I am going to use it to cut your heart out. Yes, I will marry you."

"This is a real stone, you have my heart, and if I fuck up again, you are going to have to stand in line to kill me. My mother would be first in line; followed by my father, your father, Jemma, Michael, Steve, Marie, Alan, Susan, Harmony, Melody, Dolores, and a few doesn't friends from Amherst, who, I probably have forgotten to mention by name, who would want to kill me. So bring a chair, and set up an umbrella to keep the sun off you, because it's going to take a long time to get to your turn."

"I guess I do have some friends out there."

"Yes, some very good friends, and they are worried sick about you. Now where was I, oh yes, a spanking."

"Stephano, don't you dare. We are not married yet, and that is private property."

"Not this time, baby, that ass belongs to me. Come quietly, or I will take you, as you are."

Patricia tried to burst by him, but he was ready for her. He grabbed her waist and swung her around on to the bed. She screamed, but he ignored her. He lowered the bottom of her pajamas until her ass showed. He swung his hand down hard. 

The sound reverberated through the mobile twice. The first was the percussion sound of his hand hitting Patty's soft flesh, and the second was the sound of Patty's scream. He enjoyed both, while Patty enjoyed neither. This continued until he claimed her ass 10 times, and she was whimpering. He raised her pajamas, turned on to her side, and cuddled with her like spoons.

Patty said to him, "You bastard, you enjoyed that."

He replied, "You can bet your ass I did."

"It was my ass."

"It was the most delicious piece of ass I have ever seen, and I have seen many of them."

"If you ever see another one, besides mine, you will see the business end of my gun." 

"I am going to call your father, would you like to speak to him?"

"Okay."

Their talk with William, and Jemma was short and to the point, especially when they were made aware they were flying to New York to visit his friend, Michael, and eat at his restaurant, "Imperali's," while they were in town. They would make arrangements to meet there, and celebrate their second engagement.

When they got off the phone Patty asked, "Are you going to stay with me tonight?"

"I am never letting you out of my sight again. Oh, by the way, who is Bradley?"

"He is just a friend. I met him while I was in the hospital. He is designing the barn for me."

"He is designing a barn at your home at 9:30 in the evening?"

"Stephano, are you starting already?"

"It was just a question Patty."

"If I told you we were making mad passionate love, would you believe that?"

"I would have to check the sheets to be sure you were telling the truth. Then I would search for him, and skin him alive."

"Stephano, would you like your ring back?"

"Patricia, the next time that ring comes off will be in one year, when we take it back to the jewelers to have the stone cleaned, and make sure the setting is okay. I am not jealous of Bradley. I just want to know who he is, before he dies."

"Stephano, am I allowed to have my own friends?"

Stephano sat on the edge of the bed thinking.

"Stephano, if the answer to that question is no, we have a big problem."

"Of course you are allowed to have your own friends. However, I am going to be jealous of each one of them, because they are going to take your time away from me. I am very possessive of what is mine, and I am going to have to learn how to share you."

"That was the first time you gave me a completely honest answer. I am very proud of you. I can't wait until Sunday."

"What is happening Sunday?"

"I am going to be surrounded by every man in the Glens Falls Fire Department and their families. I invited them here to clear debris from the barn, and wash and wax my motorhome, because it got filthy during the fire."

"Why are you inviting everyone from the Fire Department?"

"They saved my life Stephano. You needed someone to apologize to, remember. I forgave you, almost, and if you stay nice, we will get married in six or seven years."

Stephano tackled her and said, "Six or seven weeks, maybe, I may even give you eight weeks, if you are nice. However, the invitations go out next week."

"Where are we going to get married?"

"We are getting married where you are most comfortable, most relaxed, and most happy. We are going to get married, right here! We are going to build our home, right here! We are going to raise our family, right here! "

"Stephano, you can't do that. With your education you need to be in a big city, like Boston or New York or Washington. Your MBA will be wasted here."

"Somehow Patty, I don't think so. I think everything will work out well. I met a very nice woman, when I was walking up your driveway. She seemed to know you very well. She told me you were very happy here, and if we stayed here, we would be very prosperous. She did not look like a psychic, and I don't think you believe in that stuff anyhow. I wondered why she was walking on your property at that time of night. I thought she had just left you, until you yelled for Bradley to go home, when I knocked on the door."

Patricia burst out laughing, and Stephano could not understand why. "Patty, what is so funny? Who was the woman?"

"You are not going to believe me, when I tell you, because the first time I spoke with her, I didn't believe it myself. Then she kicked me out of bed the other night to warn me about the earthquake, and to get the horses out of the barn, because there was going to be fire."

"Are you going to tell me who she is, or do I have to guess?"

"I had better tell you, because you could guess forever, and never get it right. Stephano, you just had a conversation with my mother."

"Don't be ridiculous, Patty, your mother is dead."

"I am very aware of that Stephano. When I bought the motorhome, the last place I wanted to come was here. I was not paying attention to where I was going, but this is where I wound up. When I stopped and turned off the engine, I looked up and this is where I was. I freaked out and tried to leave. The engine would not start. I screamed at it, and it still would not start. I looked in the driveway, and saw my mother waving at me to come in. I said, "You are not here." She said, "I have always been here waiting for you to come home."

"Do you really believe that Patty?"

"Did you have a conversation on the driveway, with a woman in her 40s'?"

"Yes I did."

"Was she wearing jeans, boots, and a blue-and-white top?"

"That's exactly what she was wearing."

"The next time you see her, say, "Hello Laura, or hello Miss Garrett, and tell her I am happy now."

"Why don't you tell yourself the next time you see her?"

"She has not come back to me, since the night of the earthquake. I have been looking for her, since then, to thank her for saving our horses, and she has not come back."

"Let's go to sleep. It's getting late. We can talk more about this in the morning."

"I am wearing my pajamas to bed Stephano."

"We will move slowly Patty. When we get to our wedding night, I will begin to teach you everything you ever wanted to know about making love."

"Thank you Stephano, your hands can roam if you'd like, but you know the rules."

"I have always followed your rules, Patty. I still have many things to learn in other areas, but the one thing I know for sure is I am heading in the right direction. I don't believe my father ever received as many death threats in his life, than I have received from your friends, since I hurt you. I will never hurt you again."

Patty dreamed of her mother that night, and told her she was very happy.

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The following morning, they were eating a late breakfast, when there was a knock at the door of the motorhome. Patricia looked through the window, and saw Bradley standing there. She thought, "Oh boy, this ought to be fun."

"Stephano, would you open the door, please."

"Okay, I got it." He punched in the code and the door swung open. 

Bradley was there, carrying flowers and a bottle of wine. "Good morning Pat..., err, who the fuck are you?"

"I'm the guy she slept with last night."

"That bitch told me she's a virgin, and you slept with her."

Stephano leapt off the stairs of the motorhome, knocking Brad to the ground. He was about to hit him in the face when Patty said, "Stephano, don't you dare hit him."

"He called you a bitch, and nobody calls you that."

Patty laughed at him, and he became incensed.

"Why are you laughing at me?"

"Stephano, I don't remember how many times you called me a bitch. Help him up, you are ruining my flowers."

Brad got up and looked at him. "You are so lucky she is here. I was about to kick your ass."

Stephano took pleasure in dusting Brad off. He said softly, "Touch her, and you will be 3 feet shorter."

"Who did you say you were?"

"My name is Stephano Valentino, and I am her fiancé. I protect what is mine. I lost Patty once; I will not make that mistake again. Anyone who tries to interfere in our lives will regret it in the harshest terms."

"Listen mister, I told Patty several times over the last few days, when I see something I want 'I don't scare easy.'"

"Do you know anything about the five New York Mob families? If you don't, look up the name Valentino, and see who runs the Island of Manhattan. It was my father, and he is in protective custody with the FBI now. In the line of succession, guess who comes next."

"Stephano, stop scaring the boy, I will have to wash out his shorts soon."

Brad looked at Patty, and asked if he was telling the truth.

She said, "Come inside and use my computer, if you do not believe him. Can you think of a better way for an FBI agent to infiltrate the mob then by marrying the head of one of the families?"

"So you are going to marry this prick, as part of your job."

"No, I am going to marry that prick, because I love him, and he loves me."

"You said you were going to save your virginity until you had a ring on your finger, a marriage license in your hand, and someone said 'I Do.'"

Patty showed him the ring on her finger.

Brad asked, "Where is the marriage license?"

"We will have it seven or eight weeks from now. I will send you an invitation, if you'd like."

"You slept with him last night, and lost your virginity. How do you reconcile that?"

"Brad, we have slept together several times, and I still have my virginity. I have rules, and he obeys them. It is very comforting for both of us."

"It would drive me crazy to sleep next to you, and do nothing."

Stephano responded, "It drives me crazy too, but it is better than being separated from her."

"You two guys are nuts! That is the craziest arrangement I have ever heard of."

Patty said, "You told Mister Woodson that you had a board in your room to make sure you did not have dates with two girls on the same night. Are you sure our arrangement is not saner than yours was?"

"Patty, I was 17 years old, and my hormones were raging. I have slowed down since then, and have become a more responsible human being."

Patty asked Stephano a question. "Would you consider a man responsible, if he knew a woman for less than a day, and said he wanted to have children with her, three times, because his mother wanted grandchildren?"

Stephano laughed. "He sounds like a very adult and responsible human being to me." He immediately took a defensive posture, because he knew he was about to get hit.

"You two pugilists go into the remains of the barn and drag out six bags of feed for the horses. I will start making lunch. When you come back Brad, you can look up the recipe for chicken carbonara and quiz me on every ingredient. Since you won't bet your car, you can be my indentured servant for a year, if I win; or you can win the $100,000, if I lose."

Stephano said, "Brad, do not be an idiot, don't take that bet. You will lose it, as surely as I lost her the last time."

Brad said, "She can't possibly be that good."

"She has the most focused mind you will ever come up against. She won several million dollars from my father's computer experts. She broke in to a brand-new IBM computer, with every top of the line, commercial antitheft, anti-tampering software device pre-programed into it. Not only did she get into the computer and get the information we wanted, she did it in less than 15 minutes, instead of the three hours she was allotted. If you take this bet, your ass is grass, and Patty is the scariest lawnmower you have ever seen."

"Patricia, this guy is trying to pull the wool over my eyes. You have him so pussy whipped, he wouldn't know his ass from a hole in the ground. I am going to take your bet. You had better know every ingredient in that recipe, down the last microgram, and your check better be good."

Patty smiled at Brad. "I don't have a pen, but if I lose, I will walk all the way to the bank, barefoot, and give it to you in cash."

Stephano shook his head. "You just pissed her off, and you are going to pay for that, dearly."

"You two guys get out of here, and don't come back until I tell you lunch is on the table. You can quiz me on the ingredients then, or after you finished eating Brad, but I want you to picture yourself as being at my beck and call for the next 365 days."

"Bullshit Patty, I am counting the money already."

Stephano asked, "How deeply do you want me to dig your grave? If you get her any angrier with you, then she is already, your mother may never have grandchildren."

45 minutes later, she called out lunch was ready. The two men ran and like teenagers, who had not eaten in a week. She yelled at them, "Go wash up, and start acting your age."

As the men started eating, a hush fell over the room. Only the sound of forks and knives could be heard. The occasional moan or groan, after a wonderful sensation was felt by their taste buds, delivered to the sensory center of the brain, and the sound escaped through their mouths.

Patty looked at them both, and said, "I guess it is true, the way to a man's heart is through his stomach."

With their mouths full of fettuccine noodles and sliced prosciutto, both men nodded their heads.

As he was finished eating Brad asked Patty, "Where is your recipe card?"

Stephano looked at him. "Aren't you in enough trouble already?"

"I don't want to touch the computer, because you will think I am cheating. Bring up Ann Burrell's cookbook, and looked at her chicken carbonara recipe. I can either quote it to you as it is on the page or you can pick out an ingredient, and I can tell you how much of it is in the recipe. You can try to trick me, if you'd like, by adding an ingredient that is not in the recipe, or leave one out to see if I miss it. The choice is yours."

"Patty, you are dead meat."

"Brad, you are going to be walking around my property, with a wheelbarrow, picking up horse shit, by hand."

Stephano said, "I told you not to piss her off."

Brad was a typical male. He ate well, he knew good food, but he had no idea what it took to make it. When he looked at the recipe and only saw nine items, not including the chicken and the pasta, he wanted to kill himself. His only hope was in the amounts of each item. Almost before the words Olive oil was out of his mouth, Patty had already answered 5 teaspoons. Yellow onions-one small diced. He continued down the rest of the ingredients, until his eyes started to tear.

Patty wrote something on a piece of paper, and handed it to Stephano, who looked at it folded it, and kept it in his hand.

"Are you finished, Brad?"

"I guess you win, I am yours for a year. My mother is going to kill me."

"You have only known me for a few days, but during those days, you've seen what I can do with a computer, and how I can counter anything that you can throw verbally at me. You should have known better than to put a year of your life into someone else's hands for a mere $100,000."

"I didn't, because you lose. You forgot one ingredient."

"Stephano, please show him the piece of paper I gave you."

Stephano handed Brad the paper which had on it, "1/2 teaspoon kosher salt."

Furious, Brad looked at her and said, "Fuck you Patty!"

Stephano swung him around and said, "Not while I am alive, Brad." 

As soon as he said that, he shouted, "Oh shit! Michael, he is going to kill me."

He picked up his cell phone, and when it was answered, he said, "Michael, I am with her, and she is fine."

"Fantastic Stephano, when did you find her?" She

"I found her last evening, here in Glens Falls. The barn on her property burned down, and thankfully she got away from it. She is living in her motorhome. I have convinced her it is in our interest to get married, and fight for the rest of our lives to stay that way, instead of being a part."

"You found her last night, and you are calling me in the middle of the afternoon?"

"Michael, we needed some time to talk. Then I found out she was talking to another man, and I had to take care of him. I just finished filling up the hole I dug for him."

"Put a mark where he is Stephano, because if you hurt her again, that's where you are going to be."

"Michael, you are number five on my death threat list. I don't have to think about you. I am going to keep her close to me and close to my heart for the rest of our lives. We are going to fight, we both know it, but we will survive it, because we know we love each other. The invitations will be going out next week. We would like you and your whole family to attend."

"Can I speak to her please?"

"Of course, let me get her."

Brad picked up the phone and asked, "Are you really the director of the FBI?"

"I guess he didn't bury you deep enough. Who the heck are you?"

"My name is Bradley Goodman, I am the architect is going to rebuild the barn. Is she really an FBI agent?"

"Did Patty offer you an all-expenses paid trip to a Caribbean Island?"

"Yes, do you think you could get me tickets there quickly? I just lost a bet to her, and I am now hers for one year."

"How long have you known Patty, and how badly did you piss her off?"




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 15



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

THIS IS A NOVEL

65. Sex and the Single Girl

After Stephano and Patty discussed what she had in mind for Sunday, he asked her if she would let him take care of it for her.

Patty's eyes glazed over at the thought of giving him control over something that was very important to her.

He said, "You have to start trusting me, or we are going to have a very difficult time being married for 80 years."

"80 years, I was hoping for two."

"My dear, are you hoping for octuplets, like that woman in California?"

"You must think you are very good in bed, Stephano, because I believe in one child at a time."

"Neither you, nor I have control over that situation. Now, are you going to give me control over Sunday or not?"

"You promised you would never hurt me again. Please do not do it on Sunday, or I will be devastated."

"Patty, these people are going to be our friends and neighbors for many years to come. I would no more hurt them, than I would hurt you. Trust me; this will be a Sunday our fire department will never forget."

Stephano returned his rental car, went to a dealership, and purchased two used vehicles. One was a heavy duty Dodge Ram to use on the ranch, which they delivered. The other was a Mercury Grand Marquis for him to use. He had never driven a truck with a standard transmission before, but he knew that would not stop Patty from using it. She learned how to drive a motorhome in five lessons. She could learn how to drive a truck, with a standard transmission, in five minutes.

It did not take her that long. As soon as her left leg understood where the clutch engaged, she was off and running around the ranch. She put more feeding stations around the fenced areas of the property for the horses. She could not part with them. For some reason or another, every time she called to find a place to board them, she hung up the phone as soon as it was answered. She decided she would keep them here, until it got cold. She needed to put up a temporary shelter for the input in the call to the Grain and Feed Store to see if they knew anyone that could put up a large canvas structure for them. The owner told her it would be about a week, but it should be no problem.

Patty rested easier knowing her horses would be close by her, until the cold of winter settled in.

Then early Saturday morning, the roar of semi's driving onto her property woke her up. She tried to scramble out of bed to see what was happening, but Stephano would not let her go.

"Go back to sleep Patricia, everything is under control."

"Why can't I see what is going on out there, Steph?"

"Do you realize that is the first time you shortened my name."

"I will shorten it more if you don't let me see what is going on outside."

"We are not married, and you are threatening me? You gave me control over tomorrow, and you promised to trust me. Are you going back on your word?"

"No, I just want to see what they are doing."

"When it is done, I will take you outside and we will see it together."

"Why can't I see it now?"

"The trucks haven't started to unload, yet."

"You have me on a technicality. I will let you go this time."

As much as she tried to go back to sleep, she couldn't. Sledgehammers kept pounding steel spikes into the ground. Saws were cutting wood to size, and nails were being pounded into beams. She put her head under her pillow to keep the noises out, but it did not work. She turned to find Stephano smiling at her.

"30 minutes, that is amazing, Patty. I never thought you would make 10. I will let you out of bed, but you cannot leave the motorhome. Agreed?"

As soon as she said, "Agreed," she shot out of bed to see what was going on outside. She screamed, "You son of a bitch, you did this to me on purpose. I can't see a thing. They have canvas blocking my view of everything."

Stephano was lying in bed, with his hands behind his head, looking innocent. "Why would I do something like that to you, babe? I know it would drive you crazy, and I would not want to be around you, if something like that happened. You might take your gun out of the drawer, and shoot me."

Patty jumped back on the bed, straddled his waist, and said, "I could always strangle you, instead."

"Madam, if you stay exactly where you are, you are going to feel another type of gun, and it is fully loaded."

"I have felt that gun before, and I felt it explode. It seems friendly enough to me. Does it need to explode, again?"

"Again is the wrong word; still is the proper word, and yes is the answer."

"Would you like a little help with that? I have never seen or touched one of those before, and I think I had better start getting used to it."

"Patty, thank you, but I do not want you to cross any line you have set for yourself. We are so close to getting married, I can wait until it is legal for us to do everything you have ever waited for, and wanted to do."

"I promise Steph, when I want to stop, I will, but right now I want to start moving forward and stop being afraid. If I start going too far, you stop me, okay."

"I promised you before, Patty, you will go to bridal bed a virgin. I meant it then, and I certainly mean it now."

Patty got off the bed and began to undress. She took off her pajama top, and then the pants. She stood there before him, and much to her own surprise and confusion, she put her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, pulled them down, and kicked them off her feet. For the first time in her life, Patty stood completely naked before a man.

Stephano was up, leaning on an elbow, looking at her. He did not speak and he could not breathe. She was magnificent. Her hair was as white as snow, above and below her waistline. There was so little hair around her vagina he could see every pore on her skin. Her eyes were as blue as the morning sky. She stared at him, waiting for him to say something. Her lips were so pink, so soft, and pouty; he could not wait to kiss them. He finally moved, took her into his arms, and held her to his body. "I love you, Patty. I will kill any man who sees you like this. You are mine forever; I will never let you down."

He pulled her up onto the bed and laid her down. He stood up, removed his sleeping shorts, and stood there, so she could inspect his body. She had never seen that part of a man which was pointing skyward, in the flesh, prior to this moment. She was unsure if she was intrigued or amazed that something so large and robust could fit into a small female opening. Her technically oriented mind went into overdrive, as she thought about the overpopulation of the earth. It meant things that size did fit inside a woman's body, and probably did so very often. She felt the tension building between them, and thought it was time for one of them to break it. Stephano was much too serious, not wanting to scare her away, so she asked him, "Are all of them that small, Steph?"

His brow line went into a frown, as if he had heard her wrong. She had a very serious look on her face as he looked down and verified he was fully erect. He looked up at her and saw her lip quiver. "You, madam, are about to be tickled."

"Don't you dare tickle me."

He lay down by her side, and put his hand below the restricted zone. "What should I do to you to get even for that remark?"

He lay down beside her and placed his hand below her belly button, but not touching her pubic hair.

Patty's eyes opened wide, she took a deep breath, and held it in.

Stephano kissed her nose. "Should I return to the safe zone, or do you want me to continue exploring?"

"I never imagined myself in this position, Steph. I am frightened, but I don't want to be afraid anymore. Teach me how to become a woman, so I can learn how to please my husband."

"Patty, this is not an assignment, this is an act of love. Let yourself go with the feelings your body gives you. Don't analyze them, don't think about them, just enjoy them. If it becomes too intense, tell me to stop. I don't want to frighten."

Stephano's mouth started at the top of her head, while his hand roamed around her smooth belly just above the hair of her Mons. As he kissed, licked, and nibbled on her earlobes, his fingertips brushed against the hairs on top of her pubic ridge, and he felt her stiffen.

He whispered, "Don't think, feel the sensations; only good things are going to happen to you today, tomorrow, and forever."

He feather kissed her around her lower jaw, cheeks, and eyes, but when he got to her mouth, his attack was full of desire. Furiously, his tongue entered her mouth and battled with hers. She was so engrossed with his onslaught, she did not realize his fingers slid between the lips of her vagina, and were rubbing against her clitoris.

When his mouth left hers, and moved to her neck, she exploded into an orgasm, of unexpected intensity. She finally realized what he was doing to her.

Patty looked into his eyes, and said, "No, please, no!"

Stephano smiled, kissed her, and said, "Yes. Your pleasure training has begun. Your virginity will remain intact, until our wedding night. Do not be afraid of me, my love, I will never harm you again."

His head moved to her breasts, where he suckled and licked each one equally. His hand tormented her clit and the walls of her vagina, until her hips could no longer stay still. She tried to increase the pressure his hand was putting on her tender tissues, and to bring her to another searing orgasm. He kept her very close; but would not allow her jump over that ledge. His mouth moved lower, over her belly button, and the roundness of her tummy; but when he pulled on the hairs above her mound with his teeth, her head, and shoulders jumped off the bed.

"He wasn't going to do THAT; was he?"

She couldn't possibly allow him to do THAT; could she?

While she was thinking about it, 'HE DID!'

Stephano's tongue entered her slit and touched her magic button.

Patty felt lightning pass through her body. She was thrown back onto the bed, and she screamed at "High C." She woke up to the feeling of ice cubes being pressed against her forehead.

"Welcome back baby, how are you feeling?"

"Where is your Taser? It felt like I was being electrocuted, and you are the only other person in this bed."

"Once upon a time I warned you I was very good in bed. Do you believe me now?"

"Even the Constitution of the United States has a preamble, Steph. If you read it, it is more evocative than the entire document."

"The remainder of the document may be tedious to read, but that is what holds this country together. You are an exceptionally fast learner, and one day I will be learning from you."

"Steph, is today's lesson over?"

"No Patricia that was just the preface. Are you ready for page 1?"

"How long is this book Steph, and how long do I have to learn it?"

"The book has no ending, Patricia, and we have the rest of our lives to learn it together."

"Good morning, my love; begin chapter 1, page 1 please."

Stephano did not answer her. They talked too much already. He slid his body down between her thighs. He watched her eyes open wider as he slid lower. When he reached the apex of her thighs he opened his mouth, and stuck out his tongue. He saw her mimic his motions. As his head descended, hers rose up to see what he was going to do. She made the same mistake as the last time. When his tongue flicked against her clit, she screamed, and fell back on the bed. This time she crossed her thighs around his head to keep him where he was. She knew the name, "Cunnilingus," but it did not give justice to what he was doing to her body. She felt like a $20 whore. Her hips did not stay still. Words were coming out of her mouth she had never spoken before. She trapped him against her pussy, and she came three times before she realized she was beginning to hyperventilate. She wished he would never stop, but she did not know how much more she could take.

Stephano rose up onto his knees, spread her thighs, and kneeled between them. He placed his dick between the lips of her pussy. He began sliding his dick between her silken folds and over her distended button.

"Stephano, you promised you wouldn't."

"I always keep my promises, Patty. Hang on, and enjoy the ride."

She believed him, even though she had doubts in her mind. She did what he asked her to do: She stopped thinking. She closed her eyes and let her body float through the myriad of sensations it had never experienced before. A man was at the entrance to her body, and her body was enjoying every second of it. Copious amounts of her fluids were wetting her ass, thighs, and their bed. After today, nothing would be the same between them. Every barrier had been broken, except one, and because of the wonderful feelings he was giving her, she was beginning to wonder if it was worthwhile to wait any longer.

She had promised her mother, and herself, she would remain a virgin, until she was married. Her mother did not wait to have sex, until she was married, and when she did, she had it with a married man. She wondered if she should wait any longer. Why should she make Stephano wait any longer? Why should I wait any longer mom? She screamed, "Mom, it's not fair."

She was sobbing when her mind re-entered her body

Stephano was rocking and hugging her, while asking, "Patty, are you okay?"

"Oh Steph, I'm sorry, I ruined it for you." She started crying inconsolably.

He picked her up onto his lap, and tried to reassure her that everything was fine. He told her nothing was lost between them. He wanted to know what happened, while they were making love.

It took her a while to get her emotions under control, and to try to explain to him what had transpired.

He tried to make light of it, when he said to her, "I've never been in bed with two women at the same time before. Did your mother enjoy it?" He grabbed her hand before she could hit him.

"Patty, do you remember what you said before we started making love today. You told me if you went too far, I was to stop you. I would have, even if I had to put you into a cold shower. I keep telling you that you will go to your bridal bed as a virgin, and no other way. You may have my child, nine months after our wedding day, but one day before. There will be no whispering behind your back, about you being pregnant before you were married."

"How long am I going to have my mother inside my head, Steph?"

"Would you like to trade your mother for mine? Your mother only talks to you. My mother hits hard, and she yells at me when she's angry."

"Your mother put you where you are today. If it wasn't for her, your body would not have been, where it was moments ago."

Stephano thought about his position, and liked it. His legs were between hers. His chest was pressing against her breasts, and his hands were holding hers. They were nearly as connected as two human beings could be, and there was nothing at all wrong with that.

"We should get dressed and see what is going on outside. Then we have to go to New York City, and meet your father at Imperiali's at 2 PM, for lunch."

Patty screamed at him. "When we you going to tell me this. It is a 3-hour drive to the city, and it is nearly 10 o'clock. You are looking for a quick way to die, Stephano."

"Patty, are you ever going to trust me? Are you ever going to let me take care of you the way I want to? You have plenty of time to pamper yourself and get ready. We do not have to leave until 1 o'clock, and we will be there in plenty of time."

"1 o'clock, my ass."

"I have spanked it once already, would you like me to do it again?"

"No, I think the handprints are still there from the last time."

"Would you like me to check to see if they're still there?"

Patty grinned at him and said, "Only if you kiss them and make it better."

Stephano replied, "I can live with that; turn over."

Patty rolled over onto her tummy, as Stephano ran his hand up and down her flanks, and over the mound of her buttocks. Patty moaned as Stephano started kissing and nipping every inch of flesh on her delectable derrière. He slipped his hand between her thighs and rubbed his fingers between her silken folds. This double pleasure caused her to have an orgasm seconds afterwards. Her fluids flowed into the palm of his hand, and he spread them around her thighs and casually back up, until he touched the little flower between the cheeks of her ass. Her glutes closed like steel against magnets, and Stephano smacked her ass hard enough to get her to shriek. She relaxed, and his hand returned with more fluids and played with that tiny flower again. He kept kissing the cheeks of her ass, all the while playing between her pussy and her anus. The animal like sounds coming from her throat, and the movement of her hips, were a dead giveaway that she was about to cum again. He moved his fingers to her clit, which both relaxed her and caused heightened sensations throughout her body. He moved his head into position, and when she was within seconds of cuming again, he stuck his tongue into her ass hole.

Patty's eyes sprung open, when she realized what he had done, but her body betrayed her. It exploded into a supernova of erotic stimulation, and caused her to have orgasm after orgasm, until she was depleted of energy. She collapsed, in a heap, on the bed.

Stephano kissed her behind, several more times, before he got out of bed. He took a shower, shaved, and made breakfast for both of them. Then he went to wake up sleeping beauty.

"Patty, naptime is over, it's time to get up and prepare for our day."

"Fuck you, and the horse you rode in on. I have no energy left, leave me alone."

"Do I have to get a bucket of ice water to get you out of this bed, or should I get three or four of the workmen to put you into the shower."

"Get three or four of the workmen to put me into the shower. I want to see what your reaction is, when they see me naked. Now, leave me alone so I can go back to sleep."

"Breakfast is on the table; my belt is a few feet away, and your ass is sticking in the air. Which shall it be?"

"You have already kissed my ass, so why don't you eat my breakfast and go away."

"I tried to be nice Patty, but you have taken my patience to its end. In 30 seconds, it is going to be a pitcher full of ice water, or you in the shower. The choice is always yours."

"Would you bring me my gun, and draw a circle around your heart, if you have one left. After what you did to me this morning, I am not sure you do. Stand at the end of the bed, and say fire."

Stephano grinned, "30, 29, 28, 27, 26...

"Steph you are never going to get laid, if you keep that up."

"I will take my chances, Patty. Your dad, Gemma, and Michael, will be very disappointed if you are not there this afternoon."

"You don't play fair Stephano. You take a babe in the woods and sap all the energy out of her. Then you expect her to function like a normal human being, for the rest of the day. It is just not possible, neither physically or mentally. There is too much information to process, and neither my body, nor my mind is ready for it."

"What did I tell you not to do, Patty? I told you not to think. I told you to let it happen naturally, and to feel what was going on inside you. You broke down a lot of barriers today. I am sure there are 1 million more to break down, before you are free of all of them. Today was a great start. I had a wonderful time, and I think you did too."

Patty sat straight up and said, "Stephano, I forgot all about you. You did everything for me, and I did nothing for you. You must be ready to explode."




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 15



"I will be fine Patty. I have waited a long time to be with you, and I can wait a lot longer. Now get out of bed and start getting ready for the day."

"Absolutely not Stephano; get in bed, and I will not take no for an answer, if you want the announcements to go out this week."

"You want to talk about a person not playing fair Patty? What do you think you are doing now?"

"I am fighting fire with fire. You said we don't have to leave until 1 o'clock. I will take your word for it. I will be dressed and ready to go at 12:45. I will trust you to have everything ready for tomorrow morning. Whatever is going on outside is your responsibility. I know you will not disappoint me. Now get your ass into this bed, before I spank you."

Stephano smiled, "Is that a promise?"

Patty smiled back. "You bet your ass it is."

Stephano lay down, and Patty straddled him, while leaning down to kiss him. She asked, "What happened to him?"

"He goes to sleep while people are talking. Slide back and forth for a few minutes and he will wake up."

"Is there another way to wake him up," she grinned.

"Oh yes, there are a couple of other ways. You could shake hands with him, and express your gratitude that way. Or, if you are feeling like a linguist, you could speak to him on a one-to-one basis."

"What happens if you don't know his language?"

"I have been told he knows more than 154 languages. He is always ready to learn one more to quench his thirst for knowledge."

"How does he quench a person's thirst for knowledge?"

"He has been known to spray the person's oral cavity, with thick copious fluids, which some say are a little salty, but tasty to the palate."

"If a person was not familiar with such an oral cavity spray, how would that person test such a fluid?"

"The fluid could be placed on an object, like a gentleman's stomach. The unfamiliar person could use a finger or a tongue to taste of the fluid. If it is to that persons liking, she could consume mass quantities of the remaining fluid, and by making sure there was none it left on the inside of the object it emanated from."

"It sounds like there is too much work involved, and too little benefit received for the person waking up the tiny object."

"Madam, if you are not very careful with your language, the tiny object may spit at you, of its own accord."

"Has it been known to do that before?"

"Yes, many times, while he has been dreaming about you, and listening to one of your demeaning arguments. He has spit, and hit you right between your eyes. His aim is unparalleled, in this universe."

"I haven't read the manual about this tiny person, but I think I will take this 'little guy' out for a test drive."

"You must remember one thing, while you are driving him around. The 'little guy' is attached to the big guy, and they must be returned safely, while still attached to one another."

"I will see what I can do, Steph!"

Patty moved her hands over his stomach, and down to a region she had never had her hands before: 'Skin on Skin,' below his belt line. Her hands and lips were moving, still lower, kissing him, and pulling the hairs above his penis. When had she becomes so brazen? She was not sure, but she would not back down now. She could name you every part of that thing she was looking at: Every blood vessel; vein, artery, capillary system, and tube. You name it, she knew it; but she had never seen a real one, In the Flesh. She was within a few inches of one now, and it did not frighten her any longer. It was attached to the man she loved. Somewhere inside of him were his part of their children, but that was not for today. Today was for exploration and fun. She was the explorer, and they would have fun.

Her right hand reached him first, and she did not understand why he groaned. She released him, and looked to see if she hurt him. He was smiling at her, so she continued. As she reached for him again, he had already grown substantially. Miracle-Gro had nothing over her right hand. She moved his erect penis from side to side, up and down, looking at it from every angle. Her left hand felt his testicles, and she wondered how he could walk with those things hanging between his thighs. They felt like and were about the size of walnuts encased in a tiny sac, with no room to move. That had to be uncomfortable, but she would ask him about that later. For some reason or another, she kissed both 'walnuts,' and she heard Stephano exclaim, "Oh fuck!"

"I must've done something right; let's continue up towards the top of this obelisk, and see what happens."

From his wal-nuts, she continued upwards, kissing and licking the back of his penis, until she reached the junction of the Glans, where her tongue (accidentally) slipped over the ridge and into the slit on top. She watched for Stephano's reaction, but what she got was more than she expected. He fell off his elbows, and onto his back, and in order to stifle his scream, he put the side of his hand in his mouth and bit down on it.

When he heard her laugh, he picked up his head and said, "You Bitch, you did that on purpose."

Coyly, she responded, "I guess you're used to paying a professional to do this service. I can stop, if I am not doing it very well."

Angrily, he responded, "Patty, I have never paid...; your ass is going to be bright red when you go to sleep tonight."

She batted her eyelashes at him. "I guess that means your balls are going to be blue."

He reached down, pulled her up to him, and gave her a kiss that lasted forever. "Patty, if you are not the smartest woman on this planet, I don't want to meet her. You are magnificent in everything you do. You are intelligent, funny, quick witted, and stronger than most men I know. Don't ever let me go; I don't know what I would do without you."

"I just got you back Steph. I am not going anywhere, without you. I know we met, under very strange circumstances, and our route to this point has not been easy, on either of us. Here we are, so let's not fuck this thing up again. When the house is built, let's make a room for us called, "The Arbitrarium." We will make it sound proof, so the children will not hear us argue. Once we go in there, we do not come out, until everything that has to be said, is said, and we are okay with one another, again. The rest of the house has to be filled with love and happiness, for both us and the children. The other room is the only room we can argue in. Are you okay with that?"

"I will go along with that proposal, as long as you go back to doing what you were doing before."

"Are you sure you don't want a professional?"

"Are you sure you don't want me to go out and buy a punishment paddle?"

"I have never heard of one of those; it sounds like fun."

"Fun my ass; those things hurt like hell."

"As long as it is your ass this time, it is fine by me."

"Woman, resume your position and get back to what you were doing. You are running out of time, and I am running out of patience with you."

"Picky, picky, picky." She looked down and said, "Again! Doesn't that thing ever stay up?"

Stephano laughed. "One day you are going to regret that remark."

Patty retorted. "I hope it's before my 90th birthday."

She took her place between his thighs, and started with his wal-nuts, again. His prick stood at attention within seconds. Her tongue wrapped around the sides of his prick, making Stephano more and more vocal, with each passing stroke. She knew what he was waiting for, and she was deliberately holding back. Every time she passed her tongue around the tip of the glans, his moans got louder, and his legs became like steel beams. She decided to surprise him. She licked up the right side, the front, the left side, and then the back. She did this three times in a row, without deviation. He seemed to relax and enjoy what she was doing, and on the fourth go around, as she was coming up the back, her mouth enveloped the head, and she moved down, until her chin hit the hand that was holding his penis straight.

At this point, everything went right, or wrong, depending on whose point of view you took.

Stephano was enjoying Patty's ministrations, and did not believe he was near having an orgasm, until her mouth descended onto his dick. Suddenly three things happened: 1. He felt her mouth descend onto his penis and his nerve endings went into sensory overload. 2. The nerve endings covering his manhood combusted and sent an urgent message to the brain for immediate relief. 3. His brain acknowledged the message, and ordered the muscles surrounding his Prostate gland and the Vas tubes, to open, allowing the pressure that had built behind those structures, allowed the fluid to move forward at the approximate speed of a city bus, 32mph (Quote from Playboy Inc.). Combining 1, 2, and 3 instantaneously; Stephano grabbed her head, forced it down, until her mouth touched his stomach, and screamed, "I'm cumminnnng!" His words were seconds too late to warn her of the explosion that had already occurred. It really did not matter, because his dick was so far down her throat, there was nothing she could have do about it anyway. His semen gushed down her throat, unimpeded, as the thought processes of his 'BIG' brain had just crossed the interstellar boundary of our solar system and entered, "OUTER SPACE!"

From Patty's point of view, this incident went somewhat differently. 1. As soon as her mouth touched the relatively comfortable position of her hand, Stephano's hips bucked wildly upward, knocking the protective hand away. 2. He forced his dick deep into her throat, passing her uvula, as if it was not there. 3. She heard the scream, "I'm cumming," but the first load of his hot semen was already in the bottom of her throat, and she was trying to swallow it. 4. His hands had her head in a death grip. They were pressing it down hard against his stomach with all the energy he had in him. Glob after glob of his thick 'Oral Cavity Spray' splash against the bottom of her throat, so far beyond her taste buds, she did not know if they were salty or not. She knew Stephano had not been with any women, in a very long time, because he kept firing his semen into her esophagus, for nearly a minute, as she continued swallowing it. She only wished he would stop, because she was nearly out of air. Stephano kept screaming, "Patty, you are wonderful. Patty, you are fantastic, Patty, you are the best, and other platitudes, while all this time she was pounding her arms against his arms and chest, trying to tell him to let her go, because she could not breathe."

Finally Stephano's brain returned from its sojourn to the "OUTER LIMITS," and returned to his big head. Then he realized someone was pounding on his body. "My God, Patty is pounding on his body, and I am still pressing her head against his stomach. She needs air, when I release her, she is going to kill me."

"Oh My God, Patty; What Have I Done!"

Patty' head popped up like a Jack-in-the-Box, and gulped in deep breaths of air.

Stephano was ready to have both his 'heads' ripped off for what he had done. He was stupefied, when she said, "Was it good for you?"

He looked at her like she was crazy. "Patty, it was an accident, I didn't mean to do it to you. Are you alright?"

"I may not be Marilyn Chambers, but I now know I can 'Deep Throat' you."

"Who the hell is Marilyn Chambers?"

"You poor disadvantaged child; don't you keep up with the porn stars? Haven't you ever heard of John C. Holmes; all 13 3/4 inches of him? She gobbled him up, on screen, for everyone to see. In that film, "Deep Throat," she was diagnosed with a disorder for her fans. Her clit was deep inside her throat, and in order for her to have an orgasm, she had to have a prick long enough to tickle it. He was man enough, and long enough to tickle her fancy.

"Patty, for a prude, how do you know all this stuff about porn?"

"It's very easy, Steph. I did independent study for a college psychology class, when I was 14 years old."

"14 years old, and you did a study on pornographic material. Your mother and your professor allowed you do it?"

"My mother and I sat in the den, and watched 14 assorted movies together. Then we discussed them, for their technical merit, their lack of acting acumen, morality, and everything else the Supreme Court had to take into consideration, when the First Amendment trials reached them. Since the cases had already been decided many years before I was born, it was easy for me to defend that aspect of the movies. But there were several other sections, which I was able to tear apart. My professor and I went at it for days, until he finally admitted he was wrong."

"I want to see every report card you have from pre-K through graduate school. I want to make sure I don't argue with you on any subject you may have taken or a subject, you may have been interested in a previous life."

"Do you believe in previous lives' Steph? Do you believe my mother could be going to another plain of existence, and I could look for her, when I get there?"

"Patty, you are giving me a headache. Take a shower and get ready to go meet your father."

"How are we going to get there in an hour?"

"I am going to put you into the basket of a catapult and pulled the cord myself."

"That's not funny, Stephano."

"Would you believe I am going to drive very fast?"

"No, that sounds as bad as the catapult story."

"Well, you will just have to wait to see how we get there, won't you?"

"I hope you enjoyed the services I just rendered. I am a union member, and I just went on strike."

"It figures! One day on the job, and there is a work stoppage due to a rules violation. Get dressed before I turn into a non-union shop.

"Our home is going to be so much fun, Steph. Can't you just imagine how many arguments you are going to lose?"

"Where are the aspirin? I better take two now, because I know this headache is going to be a bitch. I am going to be sitting next to one for an hour."

Patty hit him with a pillow, as she raced to the shower, giggling.

66. Lunch With Daddy

Stephano was outside surveying what workers had accomplished, when he heard Patty

scream, "Okay smartass, it's 12:40 PM and I am ready to leave. I want to see how we get to

the Bronx in under an hour."

"Come here Patty and stand on the stage with me."

"What stage, Stephano?"

"How can you possibly have a party, without a band?"

"You hired a band?"

"I told you to leave it to me, and our new friends would have a great time, didn't I?"

"Yes, I did, but I didn't think about a band."

"How are people supposed the dance, without music?"

"Don't start with me, Stephano, you will lose. I could say we could play the radio."

"I hate you Patty." He reached around and kissed her, before she knew what happened.

There were whistles and 'Cat Calls' from the workers, and yells for them to get a room.

Stephano yelled back, "We already did that, we are waiting for our ride to the city."

On cue, the roar of a helicopter passed overhead. Patty said, "You didn't, did you?"

"Do you know what traffic is like going into the city on a Saturday?"

"Yes, I do. I did it many times, with my mom. It is very light and traffic moves above the speed limit."

"Well, we are going to be far above the speed limit, and go in a straight line to the Bronx. Come with me, woman, I bought us a new toy. We are going to learn how to fly it soon. A friend of yours called Michael Free to see if you were available for a drink. It appears she was an Air Force Major, and she flew you to Washington. In a year or so, I want you to return the favor and fly her here to see our new home."

"You are out of your fucking mind, if you think I am going to learn how to fly something that has to beat the air into submission to stay aloft."

"Colonel Markham believed, you may say something to that effect. So she wanted to know two things before she came up here and planted you into the ground. First. Very few people knew she got passed over for promotion, because she accused a General of improper sexual advances. You were one of them. Second. Why was her case settled so quickly in her favor, and her promotion backdated to the date she was supposed to get that promotion. She said it was very coincidental that it happened a few weeks after she flew you to Washington from Sedona. She wants to know what you did."

"Aurora is a very nice person. I wondered why her case was still in limbo after all this time. I looked it up on the computer, and it seemed the General had friends in high places that kept shuffling her case to the bottom of the pile. It turns out my computer has friends in higher places. General Griswold was due for a promotion review soon. The Congress will ask for his retirement papers instead.

Aurora's promotion came from the Air Force Chief of Staff's Office. It is on his letterhead, with his signature, with a glowing recommendation for her continued advancement. No one will dare, get in her way again. She threatened to fly me back to Sedona, upside down, the next time she gave me a ride. I could not let that happen. I wanted to keep her happy.

I also wanted to keep that bastard from harassing any more women, who wants to serve this country, in uniform or out. His file was littered with complaints from women, and no one above his rank did anything about it, until I did."

"Patty, all I ask of you is not wind up in jail. I don't want our children to visit you once a month."

"I could always get you conjugal visits, as long as they let me near a computer."

"Patty, stop it. Let's get it our new helicopter, and meet your father for lunch."

"Steph, we should buy the five properties surrounding us, so we don't annoy the neighbors, with the noise. We will have to build a hanger for the helicopter also."

"Let's contact a realtor Monday, about the land. We will see what Bradley can do about building us a hanger."

They walked to the helicopter, where they were greeted by their pilot and hostess. Well, she was more than a hostess, she was gorgeous.

"You are looking to die early, aren't you, Stephano?"

"You do not trust me at all, do you Patty.

"Nooooo!"

"Patty, let me introduce you to Mr. and Mrs. Paul and Rita Stevenson, our pilot and hostess."

Patty looked at Rita and did not know what to say.

Rita said, "Ms. Parent, don't worry about it. It happens to me all the time. I am very happy to be working for a woman. It is like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders."

Paul smiled. "Ms. Parent, if a weight has been lifted off my wife's shoulders, think what it means to me, knowing that every man who gets on this aircraft is not going to be trying to put his hands all over her."

Patty smiled at the pair. "If this man does it, raise his hands above his head and start the engines. Don't stop, until his head comes off."

Stephano looked hurt. He said, "I am standing here being mister good guy. I bring you a beautiful helicopter, and a married couple that is no threat to you. The first thing you do is threaten me with my life. Where is the justice? Where is the honor in being good?"

"I will let you know in 50 years, Steph. You should have paid off all your sins against me by then."

"Paul, how high are we going to be flying today?"

"1500 feet above ground level, Mister Valentino."

"Will she bounce when she hits the ground?"

"No Sir, the human body flattens out upon impact."

"That's good to know Paul. Do we fly with the doors open, or closed?"

"Stephano, do you remember the strike that started a few hours ago? How long would you like it to continue?"

"Paul take the two of us to lunch please. If only one of us gets there, please express our apologies to the other diners."

Paul looked at Rita and said, "I think this is going to be the funniest job we have ever had."




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 15



The Augusta 109 helicopter landed at the Manhattan College Heliport, they walked the short distance to Imperiali's restaurant. The Closed for a Private Party sign on the door, apologized to the restaurants regular customers for this inconvenience, and said the restaurant would re-open at 6 PM.

Patricia knocked on the entrance door. Michael Imperiali opened it and let them in. He hugged Patty as he did the first time he saw her. It was not until William tapped him on his shoulder, and asked if it would be all right for him to kiss his daughter, did he let her go.

He kissed her, and when he looked at her face, he said, "Patricia, you are glowing. Have you done something you promised not to do?"

"No papa, I am still a virgin. Mother and I have been discussing it, among other things, since I returned to Glens Falls."

"I told Stephano that's why you went home."

"What you will find amusing, papa, is Stephano met mama, and talked with her. He was even able to verify what she was wearing that evening, while they were talking."

Jemma said, "Will you two stop talking, so I can say hello?"

Jemma and Patty hugged each other, and because of their height difference, Patty noticed that Jemma's breasts seemed to be larger, and harder than usual. With wonder in her eyes, she looked at Jemma, and said, "You are, aren't you?"

Jemma said, "Bitch!"

"Harlot!"

"Whore!"

"Cock sucker!"

"If I was, I wouldn't be in this condition!"

The women hugged each other tightly, and laughed.

Patty said, "God bless you, Jemma, you have made my dad very happy."

"How do you feel about having a brother, who is going to be 24 years younger than you are?"

"It's a boy! What did he do when he found out he was having a son?"

"He was blasé about it. He took me out to the finest restaurant in town. He brought the best bottle of wine they had, and when I asked to have some of it, he said "No. You are pregnant. You are not to have any alcoholic beverages, until after my son was born." He proceeded to drink the entire bottle himself. I had to drive home, because he was as drunk as a skunk."

Patty laughed as she looked at her father.

He said, "I finally have someone to carry on my family name. I have five wonderful, beautiful daughters. Jemma is giving me a son. I had a right and a duty to get drunk."

Stephano asked, "Is anyone going to say hello to me?"

As one they all said, "Hello Stephano," and returned to their discussions."

Stephano saw a cute woman standing behind the bar, and decided to go over and speak with her. He also decided to get a drink.

He sat down at the bar and said, "Hello, my name is Stephano Valentino. Can I have Vodka on rocks please?"

She replied, "I'm sorry sir, the bar's close."

"When does the bar open, miss?"

"The bar opens, when you leave."

"Have I done something to upset you?"

"Yes, you sat down at my bar."

"What was I supposed to do, stand up?"

"No, you were supposed to be a gentleman, and not hurt Patty."

"Am I going to pay for that for the rest of my life?"

"From what her father told us about you and things you did to Patricia, one lifetime would not be enough to assuage your guilt."

"I have apologized to her. I admitted that I was a bastard and a fool. I have asked for her forgiveness and she has given it to me. I have proposed to her again, she has accepted and I have given her a ring as a symbol of my love. The invitations to our wedding will go out this week. Can I have vodka on rocks now?"

"You were supposed to be married once before. It did not happen. When you have the marriage license in your hand, and Patty is on your arm wearing a white dress, with a gold ring on her finger, you can have your vodka on rocks, on the house."

Stephano yelled, "Patty, help me; I found another woman I cannot win an argument with."

Patricia sat next to him and laughed. "Didn't they teach you anything at that fancy graduate school of yours? What will happen if you were to go into negotiations, against a large corporation, and they put a woman across the desk from you? Are you going to fold and run home to mommy?"

"Business is totally different than dealing with a barmaid, Patty."

Lucinda shouted, "Did you just call me a barmaid? I own half this business."

Stephano dropped his head into his hands. "God, am I ever going to catch a break."

Lucinda slammed a glass in front of him, with ice in the clear liquid.

Stephano thought she had finally given him his vodka on the rocks. He said, "Thank you," put a $10 bill on the bar, and proceeded to take a big gulp of the drink. He spit it out.

He yelled, "This is water."

"You are going to have to keep yourself hydrated. If you keep talking to me the way you have been, you could have an accident. There are many sharp knives in this restaurant, and the hospital is 15 blocks away. You could bleed out on the way there."

"Patty, I am going to Wendy's, I think I will be safer there."

"Stephano, with all the women you fucked, from high school through graduate school, weren't any of them Italian? You seem to have a problem dealing with women, from your own ethnic background."

"Leave me alone Patty, so I can drown in my own self-pity."

"You seemed to be doing well enough this morning."

"Yes, but I am getting used to being beaten up by you. My mother beat me up first, and then it was you. Now it is Lucinda. Who is next?"

Jemma raised her hand and shouted, "Me!"

Stephano stood up and said, "Oh shit!"

Patty smiled, and reminded Stephano that Jemma was half Irish and half Italian, so he stood half a chance with her.

Stephano reminded Patricia that Jemma was married to her dad. If she can keep him in line, how does he stand a chance against her?

Jemma told him he was correct. "I fuck William, until he can't breathe. I tell him what to do and he does it. If he doesn't, I fuck him again, and tell him if he doesn't do it this time, he will die in bed. He does it, because he knows I am not kidding."

"Do you see Patty, women have all the power. They just don't know it."

"Do you remember what you told me this morning Steph; about me, teaching you soon enough."

"Yes, I do."

"Jemma is going to start giving me lessons."

"Oh God, I'm dead."

Michael Imperali yelled, "Lunch is ready everyone; please take your seat, by your place cards, and enjoy."

Michael's entire staff brought out serving platters of every delectable dish he personally prepared for their feast. Everything was made of the finest foods available. It took nearly 4 hours of eating, talking, laughing, drinking, and crying to make this the finest reunion any family ever had. At the end of the afternoon, every sensation was sapped. Everyone was out of energy. It was hard to stand up and say goodbye.

Michael and William were as close as brothers could be, without sharing the same blood. Patricia, Jemma, and Lucinda formed a bond that would never be broken.

The only one who felt left out was Stephano, until William walked over to him and hugged him. He handed him a document, and said, "This is not a bribe. This is an engagement present from Jemma and me, for my daughter, and you. Put it to good use, but let me warn you; if you ever, and I mean ever hurt her again, you will be fish food."

Stephano did not look inside the envelope, and he did not look frightened. He said, "William, I don't know what my word of honor means to you. I know what it means to my mother, my father, and to me. I will never hurt Patricia again. I know what I did to her was the dumbest thing I had ever done. I will never do anything so horrible, again."

"As long as you keep that promise, you can call me dad, again."

Stephano hugged him. "Thank you, dad."

"Are you two ever going to stop hugging?"

"No one else hugged me, until your dad came over and hugged me; not even you, Patty."

"I did my share this morning. Are you complaining already?"

"I told you I would have a problem sharing you with anyone. I guess today should prove it to you."

"Dad, if you and Jemma have nothing planned for the rest of the day, would you two like to come up and see the ranch? We have a very big party planned for tomorrow, for the people who saved my life, when the barn went on fire."

"No Patty, it's a long drive up there, and I have been drinking. I do not want to chance it."

"No Papa, it will only take an hour in our new toy to get there. If you want, you can spend the night in a hotel, or you can be back here, before 9 o'clock."

"You bought an airplane?"

"Not quite, but it is very plush inside."

William shouted, "Jemma, we are leaving."

Paul and Rita had the helicopter ready to go, when the four of them arrived.

Williams looked at Rita, and said "Verrry niiice," which earned him a slap from Jemma.

"I was talking about the helicopter."

"Yes, and I thought you were talking about the pilot."

Patty and Stephano laughed, as they introduced Paul and Rita as husband and wife.

When William heard that, he said, "Dammit," which earned him a punch in the ribs from Jemma.

She said, "I may be pregnant, but you could still die in bed. I could be a very merry widow."

"Yes dear, but I do not want to die before my son is born. I will be good, or at least, I will try to be good." He kissed her to make amends for his roving eyes.

When they arrived at the ranch and saw all the preparations for the following day, they decided to spend the night.

67. The NSA v. The Glens Falls Volunteer Fire Department

Or

Guns and Hoses

The Department of Homeland Security intercepted a threat message they could not decode. They forwarded it to the FBI. Two hours later it was decoded.

Michael Free was called at 9 AM, Sunday morning, and told to get to the office immediately. The director of the FBI was never ORDERED to get into the office, unless it was something of the highest priority. This situation called for his personal attention.

33 minutes later, he was in the computer section reading the intercept. He could not believe his eyes when he saw it, and he started issuing orders.

"Call Albany get everyone moving to the Glens Falls. Protect her at all costs. No one gets near her; I don't care if they have to put her in jail to do it."

The FBI, Special Agent in Charge called back within moments. "Sir, we have no one available. Everyone is investigating the shooting at New York State University at Oneonta. We are out of position, and it would take us at least six hours to get four or five men to Glens Falls."

Michael slammed down the phone and asked, "What is the closest field office to Glens Falls?"

A computer technician brought up a map and said, "Westchester County, Sir."

"Get them on the line, now. Get me Glens Falls Police Department and Patricia Parent on the line."

Within a few moments, Westchester called back with a similar problem. They were working on a murder, kidnapping situation. A divorced father, with no visitation rights, shot and killed his wife, and kidnapped the seven-year-old girl, 16 hours ago. They have no one available to go to Glens Falls.

Michael screamed in rage. "Find me a station that is not busy, and do it now."

Several moments later, Michael heard, "Sir, the closest facilities, with any manpower available, are Boston, or New York."

"Send eight men from both facilities. Advise them they are up against a hit squad, and tell them to move it. They are authorized to shoot first, and ask questions later. I will put that in writing for them, and send it by computer to their cars. Tell them I am on my way."

The Glens Falls Police Department accepted the alert notice, and the instructions. They told the Director they would get the information to their Chief immediately.

Patty and Stephano were eating breakfast, in bed, when her cell phone rang. They ignored it. When the phone continued to ringing, Patricia got out of bed, and said, "Daddy, this had better be very important."

"Patricia, this is not your father, but I am going to talk to you like him. This is Michael, and you are in trouble."

"Michael, every time I talk to you, you tell me I am in trouble. I have not done anything illegal in a very long time. Can I go back to bed now; Stephano has been keeping me warm."

"I don't want to get into that with you right now. The NSA is sending a squad up to Glens Falls. We received an intercept from the Department of Homeland Security. The intercept is quite clear Patty, they are coming to steal your programs, and to kidnap or kill you. It is going to happen today, Patty. The intercept is quite clear about that. I have people on the way, but they are more than four hours away. Trust no one you do not know personally. Do not stay alone if you can help it; and keep your gun handy. I will be in my jet shortly and on my way up to you. I hope I get there in time. Stay safe honey, and dammit, get dressed."

"Michael, how did you know I was naked?"

"You just told me."

"You cops a very sneaky."

"I will be there soon, Patty. Please stay safe."

He hung up the phone, and yelled, "Get the plane ready, and have seven agents meet me there ready to go."

Patty turned and jumped onto the bed. "Stephano, get your ass up, and out of bed. We have a problem coming our way."

Stephano reached out to kiss her, but she said, "If you don't stop that, you will be kissing a dead woman soon."

Stephano's eyes opened wide. "What are you talking about Patty?"

"Michael just called from Washington. The NSA is sending people to take me and my programs. Let's set up a greeting committee for them, before they can do any harm here."

Patty called the fire department. She told Chief Buck his people were welcomed to come over any time they wanted, and start the work of clearing the debris of the barn. This way they could enjoy the afternoon's festivities, with their families. She would start paying them from the moment they arrived, as long as they had their identification available.

Within the hour, firefighters started showing up. At $500 an hour, they signed in and began loading the dumpsters, with the charred remains of the barn. Word spread among the fire department community, and soon, the entire contingent was there working to clear the debris field. They also stacked the bags of feed for the horses, as soon as they were uncovered.

Patty and Stephano greeted each one of them as they arrived. After an hour of their labor, in the muggy morning sun, they brought out cases of water, soft drinks, and beer for the men and women to cool off. While the firefighters were resting, Patty explained the problem, which was going to arise sometime that day, and asked for their help, and intervention, if possible. She warned them that these people would be armed and dangerous. She wanted none of them to be injured. If they captured her, let them take her, so no one else would be harmed. This was not their fight, but if there were a way to help her safely, she would appreciate it.

Patty and Stephano left the fire fighters to discuss this unexpected problem on their own. It was up to them to make this decision. Within minutes, the firefighters went back to work.

Patty called her father at the hotel, and asked him not to come to the party.

"Patricia, you would never ask me to do this, unless you were in trouble. What is going on and what can I do to help."

"Dad, Jemma is going to have your son. I don't want you to be anyplace near me today. I don't want either of you to be hurt. Please just leave it at that. Do this for me, and don't ask any more questions."

"No, I did that to your mother. I will not abandon you, like I did her. You tell me what is going on right now. One way or the other, I will be there, and I will find out."

"Papa, when was the last time I told you that you were a pain in the ass?"

"Patricia, if I remember correctly, it was yesterday."

"Papa, you are a pain in the ass, and I love you for it. Michael Free called this morning. He told me the NSA is sending a squad here today to find my programs and if possible, to kidnap, or kill me. You know them better than I do. If they can't have me, they don't want anyone else to have me. They will use whatever means necessary to make that happen. That's why I don't want you here. It is very important to me to keep Jemma, and you safe. Please don't come here today."

"Patricia, you are as hardheaded as your mother was, and believe me that is not a compliment. I love you very much, but as usual I am not going to listen to you. Jemma and I will talk about it, but she will not listen to me either. We will be there in an hour. Would you make me some espresso please? I will bring the pastry. We will see you soon baby."

"I love you Papa, but... why the heck should I say it! It wouldn't make any difference to you, anyhow. You wouldn't happen to have a gun on you, would you?"

"I never carry around a gun Patricia. I carry two guns with me. They are both around my ankles, so they don't ruin my suits."

"Papa, you are incorrigible. I will see you soon."

As promised, they were there, and Patty told them everything that the firefighters and police had planned for their unwelcomed guests. She even made a welcoming video on the computer for them.

Her father left them for a little while, and spoke with the Chief of the Fire Department. Shortly after the discussion was over, the motorhome was taken off its mounts, and was standing on its own eight wheels. The chief made a phone call to bring in a very special vehicle to add to the list of surprises for the agents of the NSA.

William returned to drink his espresso and have a piece of the pastry he brought. Stephano asked what he had done, while he was outside with the chief.

He said, "I added one more surprise to your list, and I think it may catch the spies off-balance."

At 10 AM, the contractors arrived, and started erecting three large tents for the afternoon's festivities. The tents, to the left and to the right, were for tables and chairs. The tent in the center was for hot and cold food to be served buffet style.

Stephano arranged everything, with the caterers, who arrived at noon. They had macaroni and cheese, chicken tenders, hamburgers, hot dogs, French fries and tater tots for the children. They had roast beef, spareribs, tacos, chicken, and other assorted meals too numerous to mention for the adults. They added vegetarian dishes for those who did not like or desire meat, for the over 200 guests that were expected.

A 30' x 50' wide wooden dance floor was erected in front of the stage, for those who wanted to dance or stand and watch the band as they played.

Two large, natural gas powered, generators supplied the electricity for the event.

The entertainment area for the children was set up behind the tents, and it was close enough for the parents to watch their children. Waterslides of varying heights, bounce houses, swings, Teeter-totters, a petting zoo, ring toss, and other games of various skill levels were set up for children of all ages, including the adult children. A small merry-go-round was there for the littlest of children.

The horses was saddled for those children or adults who wanted to ride.

The helicopter would give parents and children alike, a 15- minute ride around the local area.

Four local fire departments would face off against each other in a tug of war, with a 3-foot deep/6-foot wide/8 foot across mud pit waiting for the losers. They would also have a fire hose showdown, to see who could stand up against the intense water pressure of the hoses, before every one of the competing company was knocked down.

The band was not local kids, but a well-known band that played up and down the entire East Coast.

Stephano had gone all out to make sure Patty would be proud of what he had done for the firefighters who saved her life.




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 15



If the NSA was coming to take Patty and her programs today, they picked the worst day of the week, month, and year to do it. The six-man NSA squad looking over the property thought the exact opposite. They believed they could get lost in the crowd of men and women, who were working on the various projects, and the guests, who were mingling around with each other, and chasing after their children.

They believed they could slip into the motorhome and within six or seven minutes, do a fingertip search of the entire area, slip away with the programs; and with her, hopefully alive, but if not, their boss would be just as happy.

They did not know their plan had been compromised. They would find out soon enough, and do some 'Wet Work,' in the process.

They had the plans of the Motorhome memorized, and had practiced on a duplicate model of it. A digital analyzer would defeat the security system protecting the front door. It would take less than 15 seconds to open it, get inside, and close it. There was an escape hatch on the roof of the vehicle, in case they had to beat a hasty, unplanned retreat.

They did not know part of the day's festivities included washing and waxing the Motorhome, from bumper to bumper. Plans had been changed for that day, and the six NSA operatives would be caught with their pants around their ankles, because of a female computer geek, and the volunteer firefighters who saved her life.

As they watched from the tree line separating the properties, they saw several opportunities to sneak onto the property, and enter the vehicle. However, as soon as they started to move in, someone would walk by, and they had to retreat.

Finally, the leader said, "We are never going to be able to do this from here. Let's separate into pairs, and walk up the driveway like everyone else is. When the music starts, and everyone's attention is focused there, that's when we will make our move."

By 12:30 PM, the firefighters had cleaned up the debris from the barn, and put the burnt lumber into the bright green dumpsters to be hauled away to the recycling facility, just in time to see the four large Fire Department Pumper Trucks arrive, and take up their positions for their events, later in the day. One truck filled the empty pit with water, and made sure it was as muddy as it could be. By forcing some of the dirt that was extracted back into the hole, the mud was as thick as molasses.

The men placed 50 yards of heavy knotted rope, alongside the pit, for the tug-of-war.

The last item to arrive was a huge tow truck. It took up a position behind the stage, and 50 feet in front of Patty's motorhome. Few people knew why, and many others could not have cared any less.

The men from the NSA thought this was a gift from God. Not only did the canvas from the stage, block most of the motorhome from view, but now this humongous tow truck blocked the remainder of it. They would have no trouble gaining entrance to it, without being seen.

By 12:45, all the churchgoers, and police, in plain clothes, arrived for the festivities. Music started playing, as people lined up for their food, and children started playing in the area assigned for them.

Patty and Stephano circulated among their new neighbors and friends. They thanked them for the heroism of their husbands, wives, and sweethearts, for saving her life. She told all of them if they ever needed her help, not be afraid to ask her. She would be more than happy to do anything she could to return that favor.

Her guests from were thoroughly impressed by her heartfelt thanks, and her offer of help. They were also impressed by the size of the party she was throwing for them. No one had ever done anything like this before. There were many extremely wealthy people in this area. The fire department had done more for them, in the past, than they had done for Patricia Parent. None of them had shown any appreciation for their sacrifices, except pay their taxes. It was nice to know that someone appreciated what the volunteer fire department did for this community.

The NSA agents ate, mingled, talked with the guests, and enjoyed the music, as they gravitated towards the edge of the crowd. If they had not been wearing identical clothing, they may not have been so obvious to the firefighters, who were using their radios to keep track of them.

When the band took the stage, and started playing, nearly everyone's attention zeroed in on them. The six NSA agents moved surreptitiously away from the crowd, and moving in three separate directions, wound up in the same place; the front door of Patty's motorhome. Within seconds, they were inside, and the door was closed.

The firefighters and police 'walked' into action. They put rubber plugs into the exterior edges of the door to keep it from opening. Three 80-pound bags were already in place over the emergency exit on top of the vehicle. If the agents wanted to escape, they would be forced to shoot their way out, through the windows, and soon they would realize this was problematic, also.

The signal was given for the tow truck to move. The driver and his aid, slipped out of the cab, ran the cables under the front of the motorhome, and silently, attached the hooks to the bolts. They moved back to the wrecker, put tension on the cables, and waited for the signal from the fire chief.

When the chief gave the signal, 25 men stepped away from the two sides and front of the vehicle, so they could be clearly seen. The tow truck started backing up and reeling in the cables, lifting the front of the bus to a dizzying 30°.

The men inside were trained professionals, and they did not panic. They drew their weapons and looked for the threat they were facing. One pulled down the escape ladder and tried to push open the emergency hatch on top. It would not budge. He pushed with every muscle in his body, and it still would not move.

He yelled down to his boss, "They sealed us in."

"Who the fuck are these people?"

"It looks like the Fire Department chief."

"I see that you idiot, but how did they know we were in here? It was probably that bitch and her computer again. We should have shot her first. Use the computer on that desk, send a message, and tell them this operation is blown."

The agent booted up the computer, and saw Patty's face. She said, "Hello gentlemen; did you like our little surprise? This computer is set up for local access only. It has no Internet capability. You have several choices. 1. As good, loyal NSA agents you could kill each other and save the agency the embarrassment of being captured. Don't forget to write your love ones a goodbye letter; there is paper and pens in the drawer to your right. 2. You could disable your weapons; all of them, and you could leave my home, one at a time. You will surrender to the local police. They will hand you over to the FBI, who will be here shortly. We do not expect you to talk, because that would be against your rules. Normally, you do not carry identification on you for this type of operation, but we know kidnapping and killing me was part of your plan. The intercepted communication was very clear on that matter. However, we have two hours of film and voiceprints of you, and the Bureau should be able to do something with that, as they parade you on television before the United States Congress and public. 3. However, even if you surrender, you will be subjected to a trial by fire, because the fire department is the one who set up this little adventure for you. You are known for your harsh treatment of prisoners, including waterboarding, burning people with cigarettes, putting electrodes on their genitals, and other nasty things. However, what we have planned for you is not that harsh. We will have fun at your expense. You have one minute from the time you hear the sheriff on his bullhorn, telling you to surrender, to make up your mind. Tata."

The six agents looked at one another, and wondered what the hell went wrong. Option number one was a no go. It was option number two and three that they were going to have to live with.

Before the sheriff called out on his bullhorn, the lead agent called out, "We would like to discuss the terms for our surrender."

The sheriff replied, "Here are your terms: Open the door 6 inches, throw out your empty weapons, followed by all your cartridges. If you have any knives, or other devices to harm my men, throw those out, also. If you have any needles or pills, those come out next. I have nine men out here, with guns pointing at you. There are enough firefighters here, with axes and chainsaws to cut you to pieces. Don't do anything stupid. After you throw out your weapons close the door and stay inside until I tell you to come out. Do you understand?"

"Yes sheriff, your instructions are as clear as day."

Shortly afterwards, the front door opened, and weapons flew to the ground, followed by enough cartridges to start a small war. The door closed, and a deputy, with gloved hands picked up everything and put them into individual plastic bags. There were so many cartridges on the ground; he put them into one large bag.

The sheriff had the tow truck driver lower the bus to ground level, and ordered one man out at a time. As each agent stepped out, they were frisked and handcuffed. Patty was called over after they were secured, to see if she recognized any of them.

She looked at the six men and recognized two of them. She said "I remember you. You came into the FBI building on the first day I was there. I walked right by you, with my lawyer, talking about moonshine."

The lead agent said, "I have no idea what you are talking about."

Patty said, "If you tell one more lie like that, I swear, as God is my witness, I will put you on a table, and cut your balls off in front of each of these witnesses. You would have killed me, without thinking about it, because someone told you to do it. Now make up your mind, and do it quickly.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Patty told the sheriff, "You only captured five agents today."

The sheriff said, "Yes ma'am."

Patty looked at the firefighters, and asked for a sharp knife.

Before she could blink, nearly everyone had a knife ready for her use. She took one, grabbed the agent by the handcuffs, and dragged him towards the stage. She asked one of the stagehands for a hammer and four long nails.

She turned and asked the sheriff for his bullhorn. "Ladies, if you don't want your children to see blood or hear screaming, please take them to the entertainment area. This person was either going to kidnapped me, or kill me. I am not going to kill him, but I think it is only appropriate that he not be able to bring a child into this world, who would be a carbon copy of himself."

A funny thing happened at that point. The women told their husbands to take their children to the entertainment area. They wanted to witness the castration of a man who would do such a thing to a woman for no reason.

The stagehand returned with a hammer and four 5-inch spikes.

Patty asked the sheriff to remove his handcuffs, and the firefighters to strip the agent and hold him down. Her eyes were red, and filled with fury. The agent's eyes were filled with loathing.

William stepped in front of his daughter. "Patty, don't do this. You will live with it forever."

"So will he, dad. He will never touch a woman again in the same way. The next time he looks at one, he will see me staring back at him. He will wonder why he is still alive. He will no longer be a man. He will be a eunuch. A man killed my mother, but I am not a murderer. I am going to let him continue to walk this earth, and wonder why he couldn't answer a simple question. He had to lie because he was trained to lie. He was going to kill me because they told him to kill me. I didn't do anything wrong, and he didn't care. Step aside, dad, please. "

Jemma looked at her husband. "William, what would you have me do if he had tried to kill or kidnapped me? What would you have done if it was me?"

William saw the pleading in Jemma's eyes, nodded his head, and stepped aside.

Stephano held the agent's right hand against the stage. Patty, put the spike in the center of his palm, and said, "You could have saved yourself the ignominy of this punishment by telling the truth about a simple meeting of the two of us. You couldn't do that because you are so brainwashed by a fucking agency, which is becoming worse than the CIA. I hope you are married. I hope you are in love with your wife, and she is in love with you. I hope that your sex life was absolutely wonderful, because in a few minutes, it will be gone forever. I hope it hurts you mentally, more than this hurts physically. Close your eyes, you son of a bitch, unless you want to get blood in them."

Patty pressed the spike deep into his palm. She raised the hammer above her head, and...

"Patty, put that hammer down; don't make me kill you"

"I am going to Michael, right after I put this spike through his hand."

"Patty, please, I am not kidding; I will kill you."

"What difference does it make Michael? Do you think this is going to be the last time they are going to try to kill me? Do you think they are ever going to leave me alone? I finally have a life I want to live, and these bastards show up, and ruin it for me, again. Kill me, and get it over with, Michael."

"Patty, I can guarantee you it will never happen again. I give you my word no one will ever harm you."

"What are you going to do Michael? Are you going to put a fence of men around me 24 hours a day, seven days a week for the rest of my life? They will kill Stephano and that would kill me. If we have a child, they will kill it, and that would kill me. I have no chance at a normal life again, because of these people. Just kill me, and get it over with."

Stephano released the man he was holding and grabbed Patty, as she fell to the ground. William and Jemma rushed to her also. She was unconscious and the EMT's rushed to her aid.

The agent lying on the stage was not moving. He was crying. He had been shot and wounded on the job before. He had been in countries where his life was in danger every second of the day, and come home unscathed. Today, on an assignment that should have been a piece of cake, a tiny woman had scared him to death, using a hammer and a nail. Most devastating of all, were her words. She was correct. His agency had crossed a very visible line. They had authorized the killing of an innocent American citizen, without a trial by jury, as guaranteed by the Constitution, and he was the point man. He wondered where he had lost his moral compass. How had he convinced himself that this would be the right thing to do, because his superior gave him the order to do it? If he testified against the agency he worked for he would be labeled a traitor by his peers. If he didn't, the agency would continue down a path that would trample on the civil liberties of the American people. Where would it end? It would take more than his testimony to stop an agency as large as the NSA from going rogue. It had to start somewhere; it might as well start with him. He sat up, and while he was putting his clothes back on, he asked to speak to the Director.

While the EMTs were preparing Patty to move to an ambulance, Michael walked over to him and said, "I am in no mood to play your games. What do you want?"

"I want my wife and children to be put into the witness protection program. I want nothing for myself. I will testify about everything I know about the NSA, including who put the contract out on Patricia Parent. As soon as you give me your word, about my family. I will tell you who gave that order."

"You don't want it in writing, in triplicate with your lawyer's approval?"

"No, I looked into that young woman eyes today, and saw my daughter in a few years. I was willing to kill her, because someone told me to do it. They turned me into a monster, and I didn't realize that until today. I was going to kill an US citizen on his say-so, because he was pissed off about her article in the paper. I probably would have gotten a promotion out of it, and a pat on the back for a job well done."

Michael handed him his cell phone. "Call your wife and tell her to start packing clothes for herself and the children. My people will be there within two hours."

As soon as he handed Michael back the phone, he said, "My orders came straight from the top. Director Richard Stengel told me to get both computer programs and get her back to a safe house in Connecticut, or leave her dead, where we found her."

"Will you testify to that in court?"

"If you can get me into court, while I am still breathing, yes sir, I will."

Many things started happening at one time, and thankfully, the people who were given the authority to do it were experts at crisis management.

The sheriff, his men, and four FBI agents took the five NSA agents to jail, after reading them their rights. Each of them was put into an individual cell, and guarded by a separate guard. They were not allowed to talk to each other. They were each allowed one phone call, which was monitored and recorded.

The Fire Chief was put in charge of the afternoon's entertainment. Stephano asked him to keep it going until everything was eaten or everyone departed of their own volition. He wanted everyone to remember today, not for what had happened badly, but for what the day was supposed to be; a day of happiness, and celebration for the firefighters and their families. If everything went well, they hoped to make this a yearly event for the community

Patty was placed in an ambulance and taken to the hospital.

Michael Free said to a subordinate, "Steve, get me Alan Robbins on the line."

"Yes sir, right away."

"Hello Alan, this is Michael Free. How are you, Susan, and, Callum doing?"

"We are fine, Michael, how are things back East. It sounds like you did a wonderful job in New York, with those three mobsters."

"Yes, with the three of those guys in jail, all we have to do is keep an eye on the Colombians and the war they are about to start. We are ready for them, and they don't know it. We are going to slap them down very hard."

"That sounds excellent, Michael. Are you going to come out to visit us soon?"

"It's funny you should ask that Alan. I'm not coming, but I am going to be sending someone in my place."

"Michael, I don't like the tone of your voice. Why does it sound like I am going caving again?"

"Alan, all of the mobsters are in jail. What could you possibly have to go caving for?"

"I don't know Michael, but you are about to spring something on me. I am sweating, and my palms are itchy. My palms are never wrong."

"I am sending you a good guy Alan. He works for the government, and he is going to testify for us. What could possibly be wrong with that?"

"Who is he going to testify against Michael?"

"Some guy by the name of Richard Stengel."

"Richard Stengel, are you out of your fucking mind Michael? Richard Stengel, the head of the NSA, Richard Stengel! You want me to hide a government witness from him?"

"Yes."

"Why don't you send him up to North Dakota, and let him live with the Indians?"

"He doesn't speak the language Alan. I trust you more than I do the entire Sioux nation to protect him."

"You do know that Susan is going to kill me when I tell her about this?"

"Tell her he is doing it to protect Patty Parent from being murdered by the NSA. It may help you with her."

"Do you want to tell me what is going on Michael, or do you want to keep me in the dark?"

"Alan, stay in the dark. You and your family are safer there. I hope to end this quickly, but just in case I can't, don't go asking him questions about what he knows. Let him live in the house, if you want; or in the barn. We will not be sending him to you directly. We are going to try to lose him in the shuffle, before he gets to you."




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 15



"Okay Michael, I will prepare a couple of nests for him to lose himself in. Send me something so I will know what he looks like when he gets here."

"Snail mail."

"You have it Michael, see you soon."

Alan put his head into his hands and said, "How the hell am I supposed to break this news to Susan?"

"You don't have to you pussy. I was listening to the whole thing on the other phone. I picked it up so Callum would not wake up. When I heard Michael's voice I knew it was trouble. He never calls to pass the time of day. How do you want to handle was Alan?"

"First I have to clear my mind by getting laid by the most wonderful woman west of the Mississippi. Then I have to get laid by the most wonderful woman east of the Pacific Ocean. Then I have to get laid by the ..."

"I get the message Alan, you want to get laid. Come to bed."

"You have to be quiet Susan; we don't want to wake Callum."

"One more word out of you and you will be sleeping in the barn for a month."

"Yes dear."

When Patricia arrived at the hospital, she was still unconscious. Her vital signs were good but she was in a coma. She did not react to pain induced stimulation and her eyes did not react to light. They did an MRI of the brain, and they found a small area of blood in her right temporal lobe. She had suffered a stroke that would affect the left side of her body, and if they could not seal the blood vessel in time, she could die. The small hospital in Glens Falls was not equipped to handle this delicate operation. She would have to be transported to Albany or Westchester County for the delicate surgery.

William demanded that she be airlifted to the New York Presbyterian Hospital Columbia Medical Center in New York City. The director of medicine at the hospital said that they did not have a medical helicopter available to take her there.

Stephano said, "Her vital signs are good. All we need to do is keep her lying down, and on the intravenous and oxygen lines she is hooked up to. I have a helicopter capable of carrying her there, so it is not a problem. Can one of your doctors come with us to make sure she remains in good condition, while we go to New York City? Once we are there, our helicopter can bring the physician back."

"One of our experienced nurses can do that. We will prepare Ms. Parent for transport, while you get your helicopter here. However, Northern Westchester Hospital is equipped for this type surgery and has a well-qualified staff. It is also 40 miles closer to New York City. I would recommend going there, instead of wasting the extra time. I can call them and tell them you're coming. They will have everything ready for you when you get there."

William shouted, "No, I am taking my daughter to the best hospital there is, and that is Columbia."

Stephano stood there thinking and wondering what to do as they prepared Patty for transport. He didn't want to fight with William, but he did not want to lose Patty. Finally, he made his decision and was willing to fight for her life.

As they were putting Patty into the helicopter, he said, "William, I don't want to fight with you, but I am taking Patty to North Westchester County Hospital. She is going to be my wife and I will not lose her. You can get into the helicopter with us or you can stay here. The choice is yours."

"She is still my daughter; I don't want to lose her."

"You are going to have a son, and a new life. Patty is my future. Let me take her William, please."

William looked into, Stephano's eyes, and saw a man pleading for his life. "Take her Stephano; we will meet you at the hospital."

"Thank you, dad, I will see you later."

Paul started the helicopters engines and within moments, they were in the air, and heading south to Mount Kisco, New York. 42 minutes later they landed on the helipad and an emergency team rushed to take Patty off the aircraft, put her onto a gurney.

The surgeons had the MRI films on televisions, in the operating theater. The nurses had the sterile trays of instruments ready to be used. Now, all they needed was their patient.

She was being pushed towards the OR by four people, running at top speed. The magic hour was running out, and time was of the essence.

As soon as the door closed, a nurse put an electric razor to Patty's head. She removed the gorgeous white hair from the right front side of her head, without blinking an eyelash. She had done this 1000 times, and she would do it 1000 more times, in an attempt to save lives.

They put Patty parallel to the operating table and shifted her on to it. The surgeon took one last look at the MRI, and marked a spot on her head. The OR staff started the process of placing her head into a device, which would hold her head in exactly the right position for the doctor to drill into her cranium. He would begin the delicate process of finding the bleeding vessel, and sealing it, without damaging the delicate brain tissue surrounding it. It would take days before they knew how badly the stroke affected her. It could take years of physical therapy for her to get back onto her feet, and into as normal a life as she could possibly have, if the stroke was severe, as it appeared on the monitors.

Stephano, Paul, and Rita were in the waiting room, when William, Gemma, and Michael arrived. He had no news for them, and William was about to explode.

He stood up; he looked at Michael, shook a finger at him, but the words would not come out of his mouth. Finally, he said, "I will be right back."

Jemma said, "I better go with him, and calm him down. Otherwise he will have a stroke."

Jemma caught up with William, just as he stepped outside the hospital door.

"William, stop, I need to talk to you. I need to tell you how much your son, and I need you to be strong. I know how bad you feel right now. Patricia is not my daughter, but she is my best friend. I would give my life for her. Whatever you are thinking of doing, make sure you, your son, and I can live with it for the rest of our lives. I know what I said to you when that man was on the stage, and what I am saying to you now is contradictory. However, somehow I feel it is the right thing to say. If we are going to go after the man at the top of that agency, let's do it right. Let's parade him in front of the people of this country and disgrace not only him, but every person who wants to drag this country down to the level of our enemies. We are better than they are, William. We have to be; otherwise, we are nothing. We go around yelling at other countries, "Human Rights, Human Rights," and then this man has someone try to kill your daughter, my best friend. You could walk right up to him and put a bullet in his head, but that solves nothing. Do it the right way, William; do it for Patty, do it for me, but most of all do it for yourself."

Jemma kissed him, turned, walked back into the hospital, and returned to the surgical waiting area.

William stood there for a few moments, before taking out his phone and calling an old friend at his home in Virginia. He told him what had happened, and where his daughter was at this time. He wanted the director of the NSA, Richard Stengel in jail for attempted murder, attempted kidnapping, and attempted robbery. He told his friend, there were 25 witnesses to the break-in, and 1 witness who was given the order directly from his lips to kill or kidnap Patricia. The witness was in FBI custody, and his family was in the process of being buried in the witness protection program. He told his friend, if Richard Stengel was not in jail by tomorrow evening, he would not be able to guarantee his safety, if Patricia died.

Clark Atwater asked William to remain calm and not to do anything he would regret. "William, we have been friends for many years, and I have never lied to you. I will put my best people on it, and if I can substantiate what you told me tonight, I will have him in jail tomorrow. Let me call Michael and get the name and location of the witness. I will get a deposition from him and take it from there. You know the wheels of justice grind slowly, but they do get results, and I promise you I will take care of this man."

"Clark, I know you are going to run for President. I am going to give you his name, and only four people know it, outside of the people at the NSA. Michael Free, Stephano Valentino, Alan Robbins, and myself. You will be the fifth person. Keep this name in a very tight circle, because Richard will stop at nothing to kill him before he can testify in open court. I am going to sue Richard Stengel, personally, in the name of my daughter starting in the morning. My lawyers are going to have his name in every paper in the United States. I have as much money as God, and I am going to drag him through so much mud the President is going to fire him. When he is out from under political cover, I am going to grind him down, until he is nothing but sand. If my daughter has the slightest limp, I swear to you, that man will not have a penny to his name for the rest of his life. I will keep him alive until he is 100 years old to make sure he lives in abject misery."

"Clark the man he told personally to kill or kidnap my daughter is Frank Turin. He has been with the NSA for 17 years, and that is all he has told us so far. He won't tell us everything, until he is sure his family is safely tucked away in the witness protection program. After that, I am sure he will speak to your people. I want to get back inside to see if they heard anything about Patricia. Don't let me down, Clark, we have been friends for a long time, and you can count on my money to back you in your coming campaign."

"William, I will pray for Patricia, and I will pray for you. Do not do anything illegal, because he will turn it around against you. Remember to watch your back. If he went after your daughter, he might be brazen enough to go after you; or even worse, he could go after Jemma, to make you do something stupid. Keep in touch with me, every day if you have to, and I will have my people checking up on Stengel. I don't know if Fred is ready for this yet, but I know he would die to get his teeth into Stengel. I think I will ask him just to see what his reaction to this is."

"Clark, the boy nearly died for you. What are you try to do; kill him again?"

"You don't know this young man like I do, William. This is the type of bone he would pay me to give him."

"All right Clark, I'm going inside. I will talk to you tomorrow."

"Goodbye, William."

Clark went on the intercom and asked, "Does anyone know where that lazy former assistant of mine is?"

Four young girls yelled, "Yes, Uncle Clark, he is by the pool, doing push-ups on top of mother."

"How many push-ups has he done so far?"

Danni replied, "I don't know, Uncle Clark, I lost count at 500."

"Are you sure that's Fred?"

"Do you want me to take a closer look?"

"Are they dressed?"

"Of course they are, he's doing push-ups, I think? I just don't understand why my mother is moaning. I better go help her, he is probably too heavy."

"Danni, stay where you are; leave Fred and your mother alone."

Fred and Sharon were standing at the entrance to Clark's office listening to his banter with Danni. Sharon walked in, sat across from her uncle, and said, "How often does the Attorney General of the United States get taken in by a 17-year-old girl?"

Clark said into the intercom, "Danni, no ice cream for you tonight."

"Uncle Clark, that's Debbie, I am the cookie monster."

"Danni, there will be no cookies for you tonight."

"Thank you Uncle Clark."

"Sharon, I love you girls. You did a fantastic job raising them. You should be extremely proud of yourself."

"Thank you uncle, I am very proud of my girls."

"You bellowed, O mighty one!"

"Listen you insolent pup, I have a question for you. First, how are you feeling?"

"I am feeling very well, thank you very much for asking."

"Sharon, how is he feeling?"

"On a scale of 1 to 10, he is about a 6.5."

Fred said, "I am not. I am at least an eight probably closer to a nine."

Sharon replied, "Would you like to go down to the gym and prove that?"

"I'm a little tired today. We can possibly do it a week from Thursday, or so."

"I rest my case uncle."

"Can you sit in a chair for eight hours a day?"

"Why sir, what did you have in mind?"

"There is a case coming to us shortly. It may be worth your talents, but I'm not sure you are ready for it yet. You've been putting on weight and you're not as sharp as you used to be. I will let Elizabeth handle it."

"Okay, was that it?"

"You're not going to ask me what it is about."

"No, you're giving it to Elizabeth, why would I care? I'm not as sharp as I used to be, and I'm getting fat. I should go to my room and try on my suits."

"Sit down, before I get your cane and beat you with it."

"I told you Sharon; if I teach the girls a few easy lessons on how to control the Attorney General, he would fall for it every time. He can't stand having someone agree with him. That's why when he becomes president, the Congress will love him. He will say something; they will disagree with him, and he will be as happy as a pig in shit."

"Fred, watch your language."

"Sorry dad. What is on your mind, sir?"

"What would you do if I gave you a case of attempted kidnapping, attempted murder, breaking and entering, and robbery?"

"I would bump it down to a local assistant US attorney, who would probably plead it down to a minimum of 20 years, in a maximum-security prison. Why do you ask?"

"What would you do if I asked you to handle it, and put the words Richard Stengel as the defendant?"

"Who do I have to kill to get the case?"

"You don't have to kill anyone. You almost died for me, and I owe you this one. I hate to say this, but this is almost unworthy of your talents. The B and E has over 25 unimpeachable witnesses. The tip that broke the case came from the Department of Homeland Security and was given to the FBI to decode. They have five NSA agents are under arrest in Glens Falls, New York. The NSA is not getting them back, because two of these charges are capital crimes committed on US soil. One NSA agent is going to testify against the Stengel, because he was given the order directly from him. He was ordered to steal two computer programs, and kidnap or kill Patricia Parent in the process. Stengel has become a loose cannon, and I am going to talk to the President about it tomorrow at the morning security briefing. The young woman who was the intended target had a stroke caused by the tension focused on her. The father is going to sue him, personally, and I would expect the government in general. I don't blame him. I know the man personally, and he is my friend. If he Patricia Parent dies, because of Mister Stengel, all hell is going to break loose. If you take this case Fred, you are going to have to work your ass off, and put this Stengel into a SuperMax for a very long time. William Zabo will accept nothing less than that."

"Sir, if I remember correctly, the President declared Patricia Parent a National Treasure. It was early in his first term, before we came on board, but I'm sure it was her. If Stengel put a hit out on her, he is looking at a firing squad."

"Okay Fred that will be your first priority on this case. What is next?"

"What is the name of the informant, or don't I need to know right now?"

"The agents name is Frank Turin, Fred. He is one of the agents that were captured. If the name leaks, it will not be a problem, but if it doesn't, it's better for us. The wife and family are being put into the witness protection program as we speak, and he is being sent underground also, with an experienced caver."

"Okay, sir, I'll report to the office first thing tomorrow morning."

"No you won't Fred. You will work out of this house. You still need people to keep you in check. I will have the staff set up an office for you in the library. Sharon, do you type?"

"Certainly uncle; I type 5 maybe 6 words a minute, with 100% inaccuracy."

Fred laughed, "Maybe she can bring in lunch, sir?"

"Yes Fred, just make sure she is not it."

"Uncle, watch your language."

90 minutes after the operation started, the surgeon opened the doors, and walked towards Stephano and William. They were wearing a whole in the linoleum, where they were pacing the hall.

"Doctor Heath, how is she?"

"She is stable, and that is about all I can tell you, until she wakes up. The bleed was not significant, and I was able to seal it with very little trouble. She had two other weak areas in the vessel that I sealed. Now it is a wait and see proposition. It could be 12 to 48 hours before she wakes up. From what Doctor Belmont told me from Glens Falls, she had a very traumatic experience just prior to the stroke. It could have been causative. If I were you, and I'm not saying this, I'm talking to the wall, I would sue the bastards for every penny they have. That young woman in there was perfectly healthy, until they pulled this game on her. If it was my wife or daughter, they would never hear the end of it; but then again, I'm talking to the wall."

Stephano asked, "When can I see her, and I want to stay with her around the clock.

"You are the husband?"

"No, she is my fiancé."

"I will arrange with the nurses to have a bed put in the room for you. She will be on a monitor 24 hours a day, if she moves, one of our nurses will know it."

"Thank you, Doctor; who will be in charge of her case now? "

"I believe Doctor Nall, our chief neurologist, will be Patricia's physician from this point on. She will call in whoever else she wants to assist her with the case."

"Thank you again, Doctor, for saving Patty's life."

One hour later, they stood peering down at Patty, as she lay resting in the intensive care unit. Her head was bandaged; she was receiving oxygen and intravenous fluids. Most troubling of all was she was sleeping and she did not wake up from the anesthesia. Stephano kept thinking she didn't want to wake up; he believed she never wanted to wake up again.

After a while he looked at the William and with tears in his eyes, he said, "Dad, I don't think she wants to come back to us. I think she's had enough. With everything she lost in her young life, I think now all she wants to do is die and be at peace. She was not joking today when she said it to Michael. As much as she may love you, Jemma and I, I think she loves the thought of being at peace more."

"Don't give up on her, Stephano. She was glowing yesterday, when I saw her, and you were the one that put that glow on her face. I have never seen her so happy. She was looking forward to a life with you. Don't write her off."

Michael Free said to them, "I want to stay here more than anything in this world, but I have to go to Washington and prepare to arrest the man that did this to her. You have my number, if anything at all happens, please call me."  

Everyone said their goodbyes, and Michael was the first to leave. Stephano had Paul and Rita fly William and Jemma to New York City. He told Paul to use the corporate account to stay in the city and do whatever flying he asked them to do.

When he was alone with Patty, he sat down, took her hand, and began telling her about the things they were going to do for the rest of their lives. He did not use broad brush strokes. He spoke in minute detail. He told her how he wanted to decorate their first baby's room. He said, "In the corner, just past the bay window, is your rocking chair, Patty. It is pale yellow, and has a thick cushion on the bottom and a thinner one for your back so you can sit comfortably as you hold our baby in your lap and nurse her at your breast. When you are cold, there is a comforter, over the arm of the rocker. All you have to do is slide it over the both of you, and let it slip down, over your legs to keep you both toasty warm. On the other side of the bay window is the bassinet. It is made in Italy, and it is a work of art. It is the purest of white and it glows when the light hits it. A tiny string attached to a brass rod holds yards of gauze fabric that covers our tiny creature's habitat, keeping her the center of attention in the room... Stephano talked for hours as Patty lay there unresponsive. His heart was heavy with despair. He thought he had talked his last talk, had his last argument, and had his last loving moment, with the love of his life. He fell asleep holding her hand, leaning over her bed.




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 16



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

THIS IS A NOVEL

70. Day Dreaming

Stephano was sitting by Patty's side, when he felt a hand touch his shoulder. He believed it was William, and stood up to give him his seat. As he turned, he thought he was dreaming; his parents standing there.

"Mom, Dad, what are you doing here?"

"Mister Free said he owed you a favor. I guess we are it."

"I had been hoping for a miracle, and this is one I never thought I would get to see. I hope I can have one more. I have tried everything I can think of to get Patty to come back to me. She will not listen to me, or anyone else. Her mother came to me in a dream. She said Patty was the smartest person she had ever known; she was even smarter than William. However, she was as stubborn as she was. She was also as insolent as William. When she and William mated, they brought into this world a wonderful little girl. She grew into a true beauty, but they also had a child that was as stubborn as a herd full of 'Mules.' Believe me dad; Patty is that and so much more. She made up her mind she wanted to die, when the men from the NSA came to kill her. Nothing I have tried, since that day has changed her mind. If I thought it would help, I would spank her again, but it wouldn't have any effect on her. I tell her a thousand times a day, I love her, and I miss her. I tell her I need her. I want to get married to her, and raise children with her. I want us to live happily ever after. She will not listen to me, because she wants a normal life. She no longer believes she can have one here on this earth."

Victoria Valentino embraced her son, who was obviously in pain. "I think you now know what Patricia felt like when you left her. You feel hollow inside; like a piece of you is missing, and you would give anything to have it back."

"Mom, you are right; but I don't need a lecture now. I want her back. Please tell me how to do it. I don't want to be without her."

"I wish I knew how, my son. It would give me the greatest pleasure to see both of you together again. Why don't you go to church? Go to confession; and ask God what to do. Maybe the Lord can help you, I cannot."

"Mom; William, and Jemma will be here soon. I will be back as soon as I can. Would you like me to bring you some food, when I come back?"

Victoria said no, but Bruno said, "If you can find a pizza place, get me a Sicilian pie, with anchovies, pepperoni, black olives, and peppers smothered with extra cheese."

"Bruno, it amazes me that you are still alive. Your arteries should have clogged up years ago, because of the kind of food you eat, when you are not at home. You should have had a heart attack and died years ago."

"Are you trying to get rid of me my dear?"

"Quite the opposite, I'm trying to keep you around. You are the one that seems to be bent on self-destruction."

"I will not eat celery and grassy things, just to get thin and make other people happy. I like my pasta, and my pizza. A cannoli every now and again never hurt anyone. Wine is the cure-all; as long as you drink enough of it, your arteries stay clear, and your mind stays strong."

"You may be right, Bruno; but it also leaves a certain part of you limp, and useless. It left me frustrated on many nights."

"You never said anything, Victoria."

"Would it have made any difference Bruno? You and your friends pushed us aside, until it was time to go home. Then you went to bed and fell asleep, with no thought of us."

"I wish you had spoken to me back then. I did love you, and I still do."

"I know Bruno, that's why I am still here."

William walked into the room, and said, "I thought I recognized your booming voice, Bruno. Hello Victoria, it's good to see you again."

Bruno replied, "Hello William; I want to thank you for sparing my son. Thank you for allowing him to marry your beautiful daughter. Let's put our heads together, and find a way to wake up this young lady."

"You're welcome Bruno. Any assistance you can offer, in awakening my daughter, will be greatly appreciated. Let me introduce you to my wife Jemma. She is carrying my son, and I am very happy and grateful to her for honoring me this way."

Jemma shook hands with Bruno and Victoria. She said, "Believe me, Mister Valentino, William made it quite pleasurable. I hardly did any work at all."

"Jemma, you are telling tales out of school. Remember: "Spare the rod, and Spoil the child."

"As you wish, daddy."

Victoria laughed, "Do you play that game often William? You shouldn't, because it makes you admit that you are twice her age, and you want to feel young for your child."

"Victoria, you remind me of my daughter. Like her, you are right, and I am wrong. I should not act my age, I should have acted her age, and made her pregnant with twins or triplets."

Jemma smacked him on his shoulder for getting too cocky.

Victoria walked over to Patty's bed, lowered the side rail, and kissed her. She sat beside Patty, and asked, "Baby girl, aren't you tired of sleeping? Aren't you tired of scaring everyone who loves you? If you wanted to lose weight, there are other ways to do it. Stephano is losing weight. He looks like a ghost. He doesn't leave your side, unless he is forced to do it. You have to make up your mind. Everyone here wants you to come back to us, safe and healthy. All your doctors say that you will be unscathed by this incident. There will be nothing wrong with you, when you return to us.

If you are so determined to leave us, and join your mother in death, do it. End our misery, because you are not being fair to us. Staying in limbo solves nothing. You said you wanted to die, because of what those people were doing to you. If you still feel that way, 'Die Already.' Instead of a having a beautiful wedding, where you are escorted down the aisle by your handsome father, and being watched by all your friends, your ashes will be in a small 6"x 6"x8" cube. Stephano, and your father will give short eulogies telling everyone how smart you were in life, and how they will miss you in death. They will sprinkle your ashes around your ranch and your horses will shit all over them. That will be your legacy Patty. You will become fertilizer, along with the horseshit. If that is what you want, 'DIE' and do it quickly. We want to get on with our lives, and we can't do it here, sitting by your side, in a hospital."

William was outraged by Victoria's soliloquy, and he said so. He challenged her for being so cruel and uncaring, about Patty's situation.

Victoria took him by the arm, and led him out of the room. "William, if you think I meant one word I said to her, you don't know me at all. I love your daughter, as if she was my own. I told you so, when we were at your villa. I hope she heard my speech, or at least part of it. I wanted to challenge her. I wanted to upset her. I want her back with Stephano, as soon as possible. If she leaves him, he will never be the same. He will be like a ship without a rudder. She has given him a purpose in life. You should have recognized the change in him by now. They are madly in love with one another. He will never be the same with anyone else. You found that kind of love with Laura. It took you more than 20 years to find another love to take her place. Thank goodness Jemma is a very big girl, because she had a very big hole in your heart to fill."

William took Victoria in his arms and apologized to her. "Victoria, I am at my wits end. I have to make a decision today about feeding her. She has lost 16 pounds and the doctors are pressing me for a decision. They want to operate on her in the morning and put a feeding tube in her stomach. Then they want to transfer her to a long-term care facility, because there is nothing more they can do for her here. As far as they are concerned, she is healthy. They do not know what will happen when she wakes up as far as the stroke is concerned, but that is a decision for another day. I don't want to put her in a warehouse, with other patients who are neglected by their doctors and families. What am I supposed to do with my Patty? I can buy her the best of everything, but I can't bring her back from wherever she is."

The red light flashed above the door on Patty's room. An announcement was made over the speaker system, "Code blue room 323; Code blue room 323; Code blue room 323.

William and Victoria were stunned. Patty's room number was 323, and they were standing outside of it. They could not understand what was wrong with Patty, because they did not hear any yelling going on inside. They ran in to the room to finding Bruno giving Patty 'CPR.' He had tilted her neck back, opened her mouth wide, and attempted to pull her tongue as far out of her mouth as he could, and was breathing into her mouth, and compressing her chest every few seconds.

William ran to the other side of the bed and started working on Patty's diaphragm, relieving Bruno of that job.

Seconds later, nurses ran in with the 'Crash Cart', and pushed them both away. They cut Patty's gown away, and told everyone to leave the room.

A doctor rushed in, followed by an intern, and another nurse, who closed the door behind her. They could hear the doctor giving orders to the staff members around him, and they worked on Patty relentlessly, for the next 16 minutes.

Doctor Nall and an x-ray technician, with her portable x-ray machine, came down the hallway next. Doctor Nall went in, the technician waited to be called. A few minutes later, the technician went in and the 'Crash Cart' team exited the room. The lead nurse said, "We got her back, and she's doing fine."

Victoria said, "William, I am not sure if that is a good thing or not. You have more than one decision to make today. Not only do you have to decide to feed Patty, you have to decide if you want them to continue saving her life. This may be an indication that she wants to leave us. If she does, you should sign a 'Do Not Resuscitate' order and let her go peacefully. You said you did not want to put her in a warehouse, this might be your only other option."

"I know Victoria, I have read the paperwork, and they even ask if you will donate the organs of your loved one. It seems heartless, but other people will live, because Patricia will die."

Doctor Nall walked out of the room, and stopped to talk with them. William introduced Stephano's parents to her, before she started talking. "Mister Zabo, you have to make a decision on whether to feed Patty, or not. You have to do it now, so we can schedule it for first thing in the morning. She nearly had a heart attack, because her electrolytes were so low. We will start giving her massive amounts of fluid's, containing the electrolytes, and other ingredients to keep her stable for the short term, to keep her from going into shock, again. If we don't start feeding her, she will have another attack, and that one could kill her."

"Doctor Nall, we have just been discussing that possibility. She has shown no signs of improvement since she got here. The coma is unchanged, everything remains unchanged. Should I sign a DNR, and let her go peacefully, or should I let the hospital send her to a long-term care facility, and hope that something will change in a year or two."

"Mister Zabo, I know what the hospital wants me to say, because they would get a financial benefit from it. In my heart I know what I would say, because I always hope for life as the outcome. However, your daughter's case has me stumped. She also has the best minds at Columbia, Johns Hopkins, and the Cleveland Clinic stumped. She should be doing laps in the swimming pool, instead of lying on that bed comatose. I know this is going to sound unconscionable, but when the family signs a DNR, the hospital requests permission to harvest the patient's organs for transplant. If you approve the request for organ harvesting, I would like to ask you for Patty's brain. I want to find out if I missed something. I want to know if I could have done something to save your daughter. I want to know, so the next time a young woman comes in here with these symptoms, I can help her, rather than walk around feeling useless."

"Doctor Nall, I am going to take this one step at a time. I will sign the document, allowing the hospital to do the surgery to feed Patty. I will give her a few weeks to show some improvement. If she does not, I will sign the DNR."

"That is a good course of action, Mister Zabo. It will give everyone time to adjust to the consequences of the situation."

"Doctor, no one must mention this to Stephano. He is having enough trouble dealing with this as it is. I do not want to see him break down. He will need his family around him, when the time comes to let Patty go."

"For the time being, Mister Zabo, I will only write up the orders for the feeding tube to be implanted tomorrow morning. Noone needs to know about the DNR, except you, and the staff attending her. It will be on her chart, but the nurses do not talk about it, or leave the chart lying around, for everyone to see."

"Thank you very much, Doctor."

***

Stephano did not take his car to the church. He wanted the exercise, so he decided to walk. It was a very nice afternoon and St. Francis was not that far away. He had to clear his mind. He had to be sharp and on his best game. William was going to be making decisions concerning Patty today. He had to put his best ideas forward and see if he could lead William in a direction both of them would be comfortable with.

Just in case that was not possible, he called Paul and asked to meet him at the ballpark, next to the church.

It took him less than 10 minutes to walk there, and teams were playing on all three fields. Paul and Rita arrived a few minutes after Stephano did. He laid out his plan for them. "Neither of you can get in trouble for what I am doing. You do not know that I am taking Patty out of the hospital illegally. You are working for me, and all you know is I am taking Patty home. She had been released from the hospital, because they decided there was nothing more they could do for her. They released her to me, and I am taking her home. Okay."

Rita said, "Don't you think they are going to look at us and say, 'Wasn't it a little irregular that your employer told you to do this at 2 AM?"

"Just tell them, 'Sir, you have never worked for Mister Valentino or Miss Parent.' You will get two dozen witnesses to back up that statement."

"Exactly how are you going to get her out of the hospital?"

"Hopefully, she will fit in an empty barrel."

"Stephano, you better hope she stays in a coma. If she wakes up, during this adventure, she will shoot you."

"In that case, the barrel will have worked. She will have woken up and I will be a very happy man."

"In that case, you will also be out of your fuck in mind. Paul, you go with him. Make sure he doesn't kill himself, or let Patty kill him. I'll fly to helicopter to the field, and you can fly it home."

"Are you getting a little ballsy, Rita? I know you are close, but you don't have your license, yet."

"It's less than 10 minutes from the Airpark to the ball field, Paul. There are city streets as guideposts all the way. I won't have any trouble flying there, you can count on it."

"Okay, Rita your first solo in a helicopter."

"I would say I'm going to break my cherry in a helicopter, but you already did that Paul."

"Too much information guys, let's stick to business. I'm going to rent a minivan for you, Paul. I will make the drop-off point for the van at the church. I will appropriate a couple of sets of greens, while I am in the hospital, and about 2 AM will make our move."

"Where are we going to get this barrel?"

"There should be a few empty barrels in the hospital's laundry area."

"It sounds like a good plan, Stephano; I hope it works."

"I have to get back to the hospital. If I stay any longer, they will think I am up to something."

"Do you see how well they know you?"

"Yes, I know, and I love them too. It's just that we are going to have a disagreement over how to take care of Patricia. I will not let anyone harm her."

"Then look at it like this Stephano. They are trying to save her life, the same thing you say you are trying to do."

"Yes, but I am not cutting any more holes in her."

"They are going to be feeding her through that hole."

"Whose side are you on?"

"I'm just playing the devil's advocate, Stephano."

"Rita, you and Patty are going to have a lot of fun together; you both have the devil in you."

Paul said, "I have been telling her that for years.

"Darling, you are getting very close to zero."

Stephano looked at them and asked, "Is that a code between you two?"

Rita replied, "Yes it is. It is a warning about his fuel status, and he could be running out anytime."

"I'm sorry, I must've missed something."

"No Stephano, not you, but if he keeps it up, he certainly will miss something, an awful lot."

"Oh, I'm sorry, Paul, I understand that type of message very clearly. Patty told me Sunday, she was going on strike, because of a rules violation. I told her I was turning my facility into a nonunion shop. She said it didn't matter, because I still wasn't getting any, regardless of my affiliation with her."

Paul told Stephano that women always had the upper hand. Their only problem was they were always hornier than their men were

Stephano laughed, as Paul started running away from Rita. She was yelling at him, but Stephano knew it was all in fun.

Stephano said, "Alright you two; stop that right now. Here is the key to my hotel room. Have fun, I will call you, before I return this evening."

Rita kissed him, grabbed her husband's hand, and raced to their car. Paul tried to look calm, but finally his libido took over. He ran at full speed, and reached the car first. When Rita got there, their car was started; he had it in gear, and it was ready to go. As soon as her ass hit the seat, and before she closed the door, he pressed down on the accelerator, spun the tires, and was off like a rocket. Rita screamed as the door slammed shut by the force of the forward thrust of the car. He would continue to thrust, while he was in bed with his wife, but not at such an irregular pace. He got Rita primed and ready to fire, and backed off until she cooled down. He would speed up again and back off at the last second.

Rita screamed, "If you don't let me cum, the next time you pilot that helicopter, you are going to be a girl."

Paul had heard this threat many times during their marriage. He knew it was time for a change in tactics. He pulled out of her and she screamed, "You prick, put that back in me."

"As you said, dear, it is my dick, and I will do with it as I please."

"I will kill you for this."

Paul flipped Rita over, onto her stomach, put his hands under her thighs, and raised her pussy to his mouth. He began feasting on it, from her clit to her vaginal opening, where his tongue dove deep inside of her. When his mouth returned to her clit, he forced three fingers into her cunt, and pumped them in and out, like a dildo.

Rita's hips were moving at breakneck speed, and she could feel herself getting ready to cum again. She was not going to tell him this time. She was not going to let him stop just before she went over the edge. She needed this, she needed to cum desperately, and her bastard husband knew it. He knew her body too well.

Paul felt the tension in her legs growing, and her powerful thighs trying to strangle him. He moved his tongue away from her clit and his fingers away from her cunt, and stood up straight taking her with him.




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 16



She was upside down, and she was livid. "You cock sucking son of a whore. I will get you for this, if it's the last thing I do."

"If you are going to continue to threaten me, I am not going to allow you to cum. You will have to come by hand, and it won't be mine. What will it be Rita? Do you want to masturbate, or do you want me to take you over the top?"

"Paul, stop teasing me, please. I can't take it anymore. You have had me on edge, for more than 15 minutes. If I don't come soon, I am going to go crazy."

"Tell me you are sorry for threatening me."

"Paul, not now please."

"Say it, or continue by hand."

"Paul, I'm sorry I threatened you. Please help me cum."

"Tell me you love me, and you can't live without me."

"Paul, you're pushing it."

Paul removed her legs from around his neck. He kissed her thighs, and laid her flat on the bed. Then he started to move off the bed.

Rita screamed, "Paul, don't go; I love you and I can't live without you. You don't have to threaten me to have me say it, because you know it's true. If you want me to, I will continue on by hand to prove it."

"You would continue by hand, after all the work I put into it. I don't think so, Rita. Come here, and sit on my lap. I want to look in your eyes, when you explode."

She climbed up on his lap, lifted her hips, and used her hand to inserting deep inside her. This was a very intimate form of lovemaking. They were inches apart, and they were moving very slowly. Her chest was rubbing erotically against his, and it sent electric signals directly to her womb.

Paul watched her eyes go from clear to smoky. His hand inserted itself between their abdomens and found the top of her slit. He had not entered it, but the difference in her expression was enough to let him know that she was there. One more inch, one more touch, that's all it would take.

She looked at him, waiting. He smiled at her as he played at the top of her slit, not moving downward 1 mm. He was torturing her. He knew it, and she knew it.

Finally, she had enough. She opened her mouth, and said, "God..."

As soon as the first word left her mouth, Paul's thumb moved down her slit, pressed hard on her clit, and vibrated it left and right, until she stopped screaming.

Rita came like Niagara Falls. She flooded Paul's lap, and he flooded her inside seconds later. She dropped her head onto his chest and rested.

Paul kissed every available space on the top of her head, her neck, and he nibbled at her ears, until she started to giggle.

"Stop that, you pervert. I will get even with you next time. You've tormented me at every turn today. Payback is a bitch, Paul, and do you know how many times you called me 'your bitch' this time?"

"Yes, I know, but we have such a wonderful time making up at the end of it darling. It is worth every second of torment. I love you baby, I don't know how I got so lucky you picked me over everyone else."

"It was easy Paul. All of them were stuck on the ground. You had your head above the clouds, and took me with you."

***

Stephano returned to the hospital to find a very somber group. He knew something had happened, while he wasn't there. He was ready to hear that a decision was made about the feeding tube, but he was not ready for the other part.

His mother said, "Stephano, you must be strong. Patricia's heart stopped, while you were away. Your father was with her and started CPR until the doctors could get here. The doctors were able to restart it, and there was no damage to her heart or brain."

Stephano kissed the top of his mother's head, went to his father, hugged him, and thanked him for saving Patricia.

He went to Patty's side, kneeled down, and cried out, "Why are you doing this to us? Why can't you do what we ask one damn time? Why won't you come back to me? You know I can't exist without you. I will follow you if you die, and you know it. Your mother is pissed off at you. She talks to me now, because she is so angry with you. She will not be happy to see you on the other side, Patty. She may never let you find her, when you get there."

He kissed Patty's hand, and remarked that she was very cool to the touch. Jemma went to get her nurse, and find out if this was normal.

It wasn't, and she paged Doctor Nall to ask her what she wanted to have done about it.

Doctor Nall told the nurse to do nothing. "Let her be. Check her temperature every hour, if she drops below 92.5° cover her with blankets to warm her up, and call her. I don't want her to go hypothermic. I will call the lab, in order some tests to see what is going on."

The nurse replied, "Thank you doctor, I will inform the family." She did, but no one was thrilled with Doctor Nall's decision.

William looked at Stephano, who he thought had had as much bad news as he could take. He knew he had to tell him sometime, and it may as well be now.

"Son, I have something to tell you, and I know you are going to be unhappy with it. Patty's incident earlier today was caused by her body demanding food. All her reserves have been exhausted. Now they are giving her something to help fend off another attack for the short term. I have authorized the doctors to implant a tube into her stomach, so they can feed her and keep her alive. I know how much you love my daughter. I love her just as much as you. I will not let her die. I will try anything the doctors say may help her stay on this earth. Please don't be angry with me. I love you, and I don't want to hurt you, either."

Stephano could read the hurt in Williams's eyes, and knew that he was speaking from the heart. He knew what he was going to do in the early hours of the morning was going to hurt him, but he could not let him know it. He put his best face forward, and said, "Dad, I knew this decision was coming. I knew it would be a very hard decision for you to make, one way or the other. I will admit I am not happy with it, but I also know that you are thinking of Patricia's best interest, and no one will ever fault you for that. I hope and pray that it works."

William breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you for understanding Stephano. I did not want there to be a wall between us, at a time like this. We all have to stay together and think of Patricia's welfare, as our primary goal."

"I could not agree with you more, dad. It is something both you and I have to keep in the forefront of our minds, when we think about the decisions we have to make."

William thought Stephano's answer was a little cryptic, but he let it go because of the tension everyone was under.

His dad joked with him, "I guess I'm not getting my pizza?"

"Dad, could I bring you pizza, after what mom said to you about the fat and cholesterol building up in your body? I had to think of your arteries, your veins, and your heart. In order for me not to be blamed for this problem, I have to keep my hands clean. So, I am having your special pizzas delivered to the hospital, with three bottles of wine, to make sure there's enough to flush out that bad stuff. I also purchased enough for the nursing staff, but I did not put anchovies or peppers on theirs."

"That Victoria is why I sent our son to graduate school. His thinking was absolutely perfect. He cannot be blamed for bringing anything into the hospital, because he didn't. He can't be blamed for introducing anything dangerous into my body, because he bought the antidote, also. He is a son and a man can be proud of."

"You are right, Bruno, he is the son any man could be proud of. However, his mother is going to beat the crap out of him for disobeying her. He should know better than to tempt you with something that could hurt you, because of your advanced age, and senility."

"I am not senile. I know what I like to eat, and I am healthy enough to eat it. If and when my doctor tells me to stop eating it, I will, but not before then."

Six Sicilian pizzas, with extra sauce on the side, garlic rolls, and soft drinks for the nursing staff were delivered at 5 o'clock. Two Sicilian pizzas, with anchovies, and peppers were delivered to the room 323, with three bottles of Chianti. It is a nice Italian wine, and quite inexpensive. It was a traditional wine, and it comes in a very distinctive bottle.

William insisted on paying for dinner, but Stephano had paid for everything in advance. He told Stephano that he would find a way to get even with him.

Stephano said, "Dad, I looked at the transfer documents. You are so far ahead of us we could never repay your kindness."

William waved him off, as if the money for their engagement was nothing. If he considered $20 million nothing, Stephano decided he wanted to be in Williams's tax bracket.

They were eating in silence, and the mood was getting more depressing by the moment. Jemma wanted everyone to laugh and break this awful mood that permeated the room for so long. She had the perfect story to do it, and she did not care if William got angry with her or not, because it was perfect for the occasion.

"Did I ever tell you how I broke the news to William, that I was pregnant?"

William immediately said, "Jemma, don't do it."

Bruno laughed. "If he said no that quickly, I definitely want to hear it, because it must be funny as hell."

Stephano and Victoria agreed. They wanted to hear it also.

Jemma said, "I knew William was extremely wealthy, but I never asked him how wealthy he was. All my credit cards were black, and I had a checkbook that William told me that I could buy anything my heart desired, without asking him.

I tested him one day, while he was reading the financial paper. I said, "William, I just bought a trip to the space station for three months. I start my training, in Houston, in February, for two months and then I go to Kazakhstan to continue my training for three more months, before I get into the Soyuz rocket and they send me off into space. It cost $25 million. Is there enough money in my checkbook cover it?"

Without looking up, or blinking an eye, he said, "Yes dear, there is more than enough money in your accounts to cover the check." He continued reading the paper as if nothing important had been discussed.

I was so frustrated by his indifferent attitude; I launched myself across the table and tackled him to the ground.

"You bastard, you did that to me on purpose. You knew I was testing you, and you wouldn't give me a raised eyebrow, or a sideways glance at the mention of $25 million. I should spank you, but I know you would take me into the bedroom and spank me later. You spank harder than I do, and I have an orgasm that knocks me out, when you do. You trained me too well, William, and that was cheating."

He said, "You needed very little training, my love. You just needed to be led in that general direction, and you ran the rest of the way, by yourself. You love the excitement of being restrained, and being made to feel like a little girl again. As soon as I told you to do something, you got wet. You go from calm, to cuming, at a look, or word from me. I don't know what I did to deserve you, but I will never let you go."

I cuddled up in his arms, and thanked him for saying that, because I said I had something to tell him.

William joked with me and said, "You really are going to the space station."

"No, but I will be going someplace in six months."

"Where are you going in six months, Jemma?"

"I don't know the exact day, but in approximately 6 months, I'll be going to the hospital."

He asked, "What's wrong Jemma? How could you know you have to go to the hospital, six months in advance to get it taken care of?"

"All I had to do was count, William. I know the last time I had my period and the doctor and I agreed that I am three months pregnant, with your son."

I had found a way to get even with my husband. I finally got the reaction out of him I had been trying to get since we met. I could not buy him anything he did not have the best of already. I did not tell him, when I came off the birth control pills, because I wanted to have his child, while he was still young enough to enjoy playing with his baby. The only thing I wished for, at that moment, was a camera in my hand. The look on his face was priceless. He was never at a loss for words. He was never shocked. He always had the perfect retort to anyone's statement. This look would be etched in my mind forever; but no one would believe my description of it, because he always managed to stay under control.

"Not this time, this time I got him good. It took him nearly 5 minutes to get himself under control. I wasn't sure he was breathing, and I kept checking his skin to make sure he wasn't turning blue. When he finally came coherent again, he asked a very important question."

"How did you get pregnant?"

I replied, in my most sincere voice, "The usual way."

"How do you know it's a boy?"

"I found out through the magic of television. He may be small now, but he has this thing, between his legs that a girl doesn't have."

"You stopped taking your birth control pills?"

"I knew you were a genius, William."

"You are getting very close to a spanking, Jemma."

"You cannot strike a pregnant woman, William."

"Okay, I'll keep a list of all the times I was supposed to spank you, while you are pregnant. I will get even with you after you deliver my son."

"It may take me a long time to recover from that spanking, William. Who will take care of our son?"

"His nanny, of course; you don't think I would entrust you to raise my son, do you?"

I was all over William, like a rash, and all he did was laugh. He recovered from his loss of mental acuity, and was now taking charge of our conversation. He was laughing at me. I was laughing at him, and we were both very happy about our new situation.

This story had its desired effect. Everyone in the room was laughing, including William. The effect didn't last long, but it did help lighten the hearts of everyone just a little.

The charge nurse walked into the room with papers for William to sign. It was for Patricia's surgery, the following morning. Everyone listened as she explained the procedure to him; the possible dangers to her, while she was under the anesthetic, and the hoped-for benefits when the nutrients entered her body.

William signed the papers and received copies for his files.

Stephano asked the nurse, "Couldn't Patty get the same nutrients drinking those high-energy drinks they sell at the health food stores?"

"Yes, but you would have to get her to swallow, and in her current condition, it would take hours to get her to consume the amount she would need for one meal. It would be a constant battle to get her to drink it, and it would be very messy."

"I understand nurse, thank you."

Stephano said he had to stretch his legs and get some coffee. He asked if anyone would care to join him, but everyone declined. He left the room, and as soon as it was safe he called Paul and told him what he needed to buy and load it on to the helicopter before they met that evening. He walked back into the room holding a hot cup of coffee, and no one was the wiser.

By 8 PM, everyone had gone except Stephano, and he dutifully sat down next to Patty, and talk to her as she always did. However, this time he explained what was going to happen, later in the evening. He told her, "Patty, I am taking you home to die. I think that's what you want to do, and I believe you just don't want to do it here. I'm going to bring you to your mother, and let you to talk it out. Whatever decision is made, I hope you are happy. If you decide to die I will be devastated. I will use your gun and follow you. There will be no sense my staying here any longer. It took me a long time to grow up and find someone that was truly my mate, and made for me in heaven. I know I will never meet you there, because I will be committing sin, which is unforgivable. I find it preferable than life on this planet without you. I hope you can forgive me. It will all be over for both of us, when the sun rises tomorrow."

Stephano told the nurse he was going to stretch his legs and get a bite to eat. You would be back shortly. He went down to the bowels of the hospital looking for a container that Patty would fit in. She was close to 100 pounds, and he found so many barrels, and boxes she would fit into the found, he found it difficult to choose the right one. He also found a hand truck that could be used to carry either a barrel, or a box.

Step 1, the rental van was already in the parking lot. Step 2, in his plan to take Patty from the hospital was complete. Step 3, happened at 1:38 AM, when Rita dropped Paul off at the hospital and returned to the helicopter to preflight it. She would take off at 1:50 AM, and land at the ball field at 1:57 AM, and turn off all the lights. Step 4 started at 1:45 AM. Paul and Stephano met by the candy machines in the basement. Stephano had appropriated two sets of hospital green uniforms during the day. They put them on over their clothes, including hospital masks. They took the service elevator up to the third floor, using the hand truck, and a barrel. The nurses, medicine cart was down the hall, and no one was at the desk. Stephano disabled Patty's alarms, and proceeded down the hall to room 323. He took the pillows, and blankets from the closet of her room, and put them into the barrel. Paul and he lifted Patty gently off the bed, and put her feet first into the barrel, covered her with her blanket, and put her pillow behind her neck. They closed the ring on top of the barrel and proceeded towards the elevator.

The nurse was standing at her cart, putting medicines into the computer, but took no notice of the two men. They got into the elevator, went down to the basement level, and exited through the maintenance doors. They removed their masks and walked towards the van.

They were stopped in the parking lot, by a roving security patrol. The guard asked them what they were removing from hospital property, at this time of night.

Stephano thinking quickly said, "Unstable alcohol, sir. They use it in the ORs, when they clean the tables, and cabinets. When they opened it, it caused the nurses to pass out. We are returning to the manufacturer. The only time they would take it, is at night, when they have minimum staff. I would open it for you, but it is not a wise idea."

The guard asked him to sign the checkout sheet; and where he was going. Stephano signed the name of one of the staff members he knew, and a name from one of the many vendors he saw attached to the IV bags listed hanging from the pole Patty's room.

The delay was very short, and they were on their way to the ball fields, moments later.

They drove well below the speed limit, and pulled up to the church before 2 AM. Rita flashed the landing lights, to give an indication where she was.

Stephano and Paul removed Patty from the barrel, plus all the pillows and blankets that were stored inside. They put the keys under the front seat, and locked the van. Everything had gone as planned.

They loaded Patty into the rear of the helicopter, strapped her in, and covered her.

Paul went to the captain's side of the aircraft, and found Rita sitting there.

"Paul, can I fly us home?"

"No! Get to the other side now."

"You are never getting laid again."

"You are close, baby, you are very close. Let's not ruin it, by having someone find out you flew this illegally."

"It was so much fun, Paul; flying this all by myself. It was thrilling."

"You have another 135 hours, before you qualify for the test. It's not that long. You will have your license before you know it. Then we can share the flying time."

"Do you mean it, Paul? You will share the flying time with me."

"You are going to be a certified pilot, why wouldn't I?"

"Oh Paul, I love you."




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 16



"Does that mean the divorce is off?"

"I never said I would divorce you. I just said I would torment you."

Over their headsets they heard, "If you two have finished ironing out your marital problems, I would like to get up to Glens Falls, before daybreak."

Rita said, "Sorry boss, I'll give him head, while we were in the air."

"I thought you were going to torment him, not me?"

Paul replied, "I told you, boss; women have all the power, they just don't realize it."

"Paul, if she is going to give you head, why you are flying, please make sure we are on auto- cruise. I don't want this machine, jerking up and down. Air traffic control might understand what is going on, and laugh; or they may think it's a transponder problem."

"Roger, that sir."

"One more thing Paul, Land us next to the pad of her old house, not by the barn area."

Almost before the flight started, they were descending onto the property at Glens Falls. They left Patty strapped in the helicopter, while they set up the blankets and pillows for her to rest on. They took Patty out of the helicopter, and laid her down gently.

Stephano yelled to the four winds, "Laura, I have brought her to you, just as you asked. Do something, bring her back to me."

Stephano walked over to the helicopter to help Paul and Rita, unload the high-energy drinks, the plastic cloths to protect her clothes, and more clothes for her to change in, if she became messy. He also got diapers and other female items, just in case. Then he thought of something and told Paul what to do in the 10 minutes.

Paul said to him, "You have a diabolical mind."

"At this point, I will try anything to get her back."

Laura popped into his head and said, "Didn't I tell you to put a guilt trip on her? It's about time you listened to me."

"Laura," he yelled, "You told me to bring her here to you, and I have. Fix her and bring her back to me, dammit."

"I told you that you were bright boy, and for you to figure it out. Why don't you give it a try, and see what happens."

"Mom, are you sure you're not the leader of that heard of mules?"

"I would never argue with a statement like that, neither would William."

Stephano was sitting next to Patty, when Paul came running over to him. "Boss, William just called. They need the helicopter. They think it's still in Westchester. Jemma is bleeding, and they believe she is going to lose the baby, because of all the stress Patty has been putting on everyone. They want me to fly her down to Cornell Medical Center. What do I tell him?"

"Tell him no. I want the helicopter here, just in case something happens with Patty. I don't care what happens with Jemma, or his son. I want to take care of my Patty. Jemma can have another baby. She is still young. I only have one Patty. If she dies, I go with her, and you can take the helicopter to Westchester; but not one minute before. I like Jemma a lot, but nothing comes before Patty, not even her father."

No one looked at Patricia, they did not want to jinx what they hoped would happen as Paul, and Stephano continued to argue the merits of keeping the helicopter here as opposed to sending it back to Westchester. The screaming and yelling between the two men escalate. Paul told Stephano that Patty was as good as dead. The only thing that was working was her heart. If she could say anything at this moment; she would tell you to save Jemma and her baby.

Stephano screamed back at Paul, "Paul, your job is on very thin ice at this moment. I am telling you to back off. Patricia is my only concern. The world could end right now, and that helicopter is not going to move. If Jemma were carrying triplets, I would not care. I would feel bad for her, but I love my Patty, more than I love myself. I would not have done what we did tonight, and risk going to jail for any other person on this planet. The way you love Rita, I love Patty. That helicopter stays where it is, until she gets better or until we die."

A barely audible voice said, "Save my sister."

Stephano turned around slowly to make sure it was Patty, who was talking. His heart fell into those blue eyes, and his eyes started to tear. He kissed each one tenderly, and said, "I love you more than my own life, Patty. Welcome home. Would you like something to drink?"

"Yes, please, I am very thirsty."

Stephano popped open a can of the high-protein/high energy drink, and brought it to her lips. She was not thrilled with the taste, and told him so. He explained the necessity of the drink, and she proceeded to drink the full can, in short sips.

After thinking for a moment, she said, "Why isn't the helicopter on its way to Jemma?"

"There is nothing wrong with Jemma. Your mother and I had a conversation. She told me to put you on a guilt trip, and to do it here. I didn't understand it at the time, but when I got here, I put it all together. She said, 'Good Boy.' I think I will keep my mother, Patty. Your mother is too hard to deal with. Would you like another drink, you have to rehydrate yourself, because you have gone for over five weeks with only intravenous fluids. They were going to put a tube in your stomach this morning. That is why I took you from the hospital."

"Yes, please. Stephano, you do know removing a patient from a hospital, without permission, is a felony?"

"If you didn't come out of your coma today, Patty, I wasn't going to be around to worry about it. Your father agreed to sign a DNR for the next time you went into cardiac arrest. I didn't want you to die in a hospital. If you were going to die, I wanted it to be in a place where you were happy at one time. I brought you home. I'd like to call your father and tell him you are back with us. He has been so distraught over the thought of losing you, he has aged drastically. If you talk to him, hearing your voice may rejuvenate his body as well as his spirit."

At 4:27 AM, Williams' cell phone rang, and he immediately thought the worst. He picked up the phone, saw Stephano's name on his caller ID, and took a deep cleansing breathe, so he could keep himself together, for the news he was afraid to hear. Jemma put her head on his shoulder, to try and give him extra support.

"Hello Stephano; when did it happen? Was she peaceful?"

"It happened about 5 minutes ago dad, and no, it was not peaceful. I yelled for at least twenty minutes, before she finally gave in. Give me a minute; I am a little overwhelmed right now."

William replied, "I understand."

Stephano handed the phone to Patricia, "Hello papa, I am so sorry I scared all of you so terribly."

William yelled, "Patricia! Patricia, is it really you? How do you feel? Are you all right? Your speech is wonderful. I'm coming to the hospital right now. I'll be there in less than an hour."

"If you go to the hospital, dad, it will be a wasted trip. Stephano took me away from there, and brought me home. He was having more conversations with mom, than I have been. She gave him hints on how to get to come home. Then she let him figure it out by himself. He has decided to keep his mother, because my mom is too hard to deal with."

"I loved your mother with every ounce of my body, heart, and soul, but that woman could test the patience of God the Father, himself. She was an innocent; but she was obstinate as the day is long. She gave herself totally to me, and never asked for anything in return. There are very few women in this world like her, and Patty, you are one of them."

"You are wrong, dad. I do have a cruel bone in my body. I proved that to everyone at the party. I would have done to that man, exactly what I promised him, without a hint of remorse."

"Patricia, you have to come back to the hospital. Doctor Nall has to run tests on you, now that you are conscious. She is going to want to know what went right and what is going on in your head now. Please come back tonight."

"Can I sleep under the stars, with Stephano, tonight, and come back in the morning?"

"Okay, I will call the hospital, and tell them you are okay. You will be back in the early afternoon. Doctor Nall will go crazy when she sees you awake. Try to walk and let me know what happens."

"Stephano, my dad wants me to try to walk. Will you help me please?"

Stephano uncovered her, and carried her to an area that was clear of her blankets. He set her down, and let her get her balance. He held her by her right arm, as she began testing her legs.

He said, "Remember, even though you have been getting physical therapy, you have not walked in almost 6 weeks. Go slow, and don't expect too much of yourself."

She started out walking slowly, and felt a weakness in her left leg.

"Stephano, maybe you should change sides. My left leg seems to be weaker than my right."

"That's probably because the stroke you had was on your right side, Patty."

"When were you going to tell me I had a stroke, Steph?"

"Patricia, with all the things that has been going on with you, you will have to forgive us for not mentioning it. Let's tell your father what is going on, and then I will tell you what's happened in the last 5+ weeks."

"Papa, I have a little weakness in my left leg. That is the only thing I can feel right now."

"That's very good Patricia. I will only sue the government for $500 million on your behalf. Do you remember where your programs are? Do you remember the queues for your programs? If you find any more problems I will sue them for more than that amount."

"Yes dad, I remember everything. Have fun, I know how much you like to do this to people. Let me know what you need from me, and I will go along with it."

"Let me tell you one thing before I hang up. The man, who ordered the theft of your programs, and your murder, stepped in front of a bus a few weeks ago. He was killed instantly. His name was Richard Stengel. He was the head of the NSA. No one from that agency will ever bother you again. All six NSA agents are in custody; three have agreed to testify against the agency, and the other two will now agree to testify, because you are still alive."

"I am glad to hear that dad. That is one less thing I have to worry about. How about the man I was threatening to nail the stage?"

"Apparently, he had a change in heart. He looked at you, and saw his daughter's faces. He is in FBI Witness Protection Program and singing like a songbird. He is the reason the director killed himself. Richard Stengel told him directly to steal your property, and to kill you. Men were going to kill you, Patty, but that is over, and will never happen again."

"I am very happy to hear that dad. It is a very comforting feeling. I am tired, and I know this sounds funny coming from someone who has slept for five weeks, but I want to go back to sleep. I will see you tomorrow, at the hospital?"

"Yes Patricia, my little girl, go to sleep. We will talk more in the morning."

"Dad, let me speak to Jemma for a minute, please."

Jemma took the phone from her husband and said, "The next time I see you young woman, I am going to beat the crap out of you. I have not gotten laid in five weeks. That hasn't happened to me since I lost my virginity."

"Jemma, you are the reason I came back. Stephano told me the biggest lie he has ever told me. I don't know where I was, but all I heard was that you were in trouble, and he was not going to help you. You threatened me just now, so I am not going to tell you the story. You'll have to wait until I get back to the hospital. All you were concerned with was getting laid, and I was thinking that you were in trouble. Goodbye Jem."

Patty closed the phone and giggled. Stephano thought it was the sweetest sound he had ever heard.

"What did you do now, Patricia?"

"Nothing too terrible, Stephano; Jemma threatened me, so I only told her part of what you did to get me out with my coma. I left the story hanging, in midair, and hung up on her."

"I see you're coming back to your old self quickly. It's great to have you home, Patty."

"Lay down with me, Steph. Keep me warm and safe, until we have to go back to the hospital."

"It will be my pleasure, Patty. Sleep as long as you want; as long as you wake up, before noon. I don't want to have to find you again."

"I promise, Steph, I will never leave you like that again."

His body cuddled with hers like spoons. His hands rested on her stomach, and never strayed into the previously forbidden zones. Tonight was for love, safety, comfort, and warmth; not only for her, but for him as well.

The sun was high and bright the next morning, and Patty thought Stephano had developed a new way of waking her up in the morning. He was licking her face, and blowing air all over it. She could not remember his tongue being that wide or long, but he definitely needed a breath mint, because his breath was awful. Finally, she said, "Steph, stop that, and brush your teeth. I don't know what you ate last night, but you smell awful."

She opened her eyes and saw a huge pink tongue coming her way, with two huge nostrils above it. She screamed, "Help, I'm being attacked."

Her favorite mare, 'Timeless', did not back away from her. She just pushed Patty, until she turned over, and acknowledge her presence.

Brad came running over from the barn area to see why she was yelling. When he reached Patty, he was completely out of breath.

"Are you okay Patricia? I heard you scream, and I ran all the way."

"You ran 50 yards and this is what you look like? You need to get a membership at a gym, or you are going to die, before you reach 25."

"Those are big words coming from a woman who just took a five-week long nap."

"There were extenuating circumstances, for my nap, Brad. What is your excuse for being so out of shape?"

"You use different muscles, when you are in bed with a young woman. I have the stamina of the Titan in those positions."

"What happens when you have to walk to the bathroom?"

"That has always presented a problem. How are you feeling, Patty. Do you want me to take 'Timeless', and tie her up?"

"I am impressed, Brad, you even knew her name."

"It's on her bridle, I could hardly miss it."

"Is the barn done?"

"Yes, except for the solar panels you wanted to design for the roof. I also have the first draft of the house ready for your approval, when you are up to it."

"Gee whiz, Brad, I leave you alone for five weeks; your mother ties you to a desk, and look at everything you get done. Don't you find that amazing?"

"Don't start with me. I am at work, before the sun comes up, and I don't leave until after the sun is down. My mother looks over my shoulder, 100 times a day, and only growls at me when she does it. I am driving a Honda Civic now, and my Corvette sits in my grandmother's driveway getting dirty. I have not been on the date, since the day I left your motorhome, because I am so exhausted when I leave work I can barely stand. I am unhappy with you, extremely unhappy with you."

"Just think if you were a gigolo, Brad; with all those trips to the bathroom, in between your clients, you would be in the hospital within a week. They may have to amputate your legs, and where would you clients go from there?"

"I would think of something, short of amputation, Patricia. I work six days a week in the office, now. The Lord took the seventh day off, but not me. No, I on my seventh day, I am here taking care of the ranch. I make sure the grass is the way you want it to be. I check each of the horses, personally. Two of them don't like me at all. They see me coming, and they start moving to the furthest part of the ranch. When they get there, they wait for me. I think the smile, when I finally crawl up to them, and grab hold of their leads. Then I have to walk them all the way back here to feed them."

"Brad, did you ever think of riding one of them back, and holding the lead on the other one."

"Don't start with me, Patricia. Stephano is taking his shower and I could have my way with you."

"You would take advantage of a sick, defenseless woman?"

"Since it is you that has put this reign of terror around my neck, you bet your ass I would."

Patty looked at the mare and said, "'Timeless' Hop."

Brad was standing 4 feet from the mare, when she reared back on her hind legs to her full height, and jumped.

Brad was suitably impressed when the horse reared up, but when it hopped towards him, he lost his balance fell to the floor.

Patty asked Brad, "Do I still look defenseless to you?"

"You were the one that said you were defenseless, not me. I was the one that said I hated you, and I am sure of it."

Brad looked up to see Stephano, looking down at him.

"What did you do this time Brad. I keep telling you not to piss her off, and with these energy drinks she is gobbling down, heaven only knows how powerful she is."

"Is my year up yet? I can't wait to rid myself of you two."

Stephano helped him up and said, "I tried and tried to warn you not to take that bet. You told her that I was pussy whipped, which pissed her off. Then you asked for her recipe card, which really pissed her off. You don't take directions well, Brad. You take well-intentioned information and throw it out the window, because you think someone is trying to get the better of you. If you continue down this road, you are not going to have any friends or confidants in your life. If you get married, your wife will cheat on you, starting on your wedding night. She will know that you are a lying, cheating bastard, who will support her in the manner to which she wants to become accustomed. While you are out supporting her, she will be in bed with another man enjoying the fruits of your labor. Wise up Brad, and do what I did. Find a good woman who will help you grow up. It took me a long time to find her, and it took me even longer to find out she was there to help me, not to hurt me. I did some terrible things to her, but we are together now, and nothing will ever tear us apart again."

"I told you, she had you pussy whipped, Stephano."

Patty said, "Brad you are never going to learn. ' Timeless' Gather.'

The mare looked at Brad, went over to him, and pushed him with her nose. Brad backed up a few feet and the horse followed. As the horse closed in on him, Brad picked up speed to get away from her. When he started moving in the wrong direction, Timeless cut him off and led him towards the area the barn had been.

Brad kept yelling, "Call her off Patty, dammit, call her off."

When they reached the barn, 'Timeless' stopped and looked back at Patty. Patty told Stephano to yell for Brad to give 'Timeless' a bucket of oats, as a treat for a job well done.

Brad yelled back, "Like hell I will."

"Would you like to see her do it again, Brad?"

Defeated, Brad said, "No, I will get the oats."

Stephano asked Patty, if she wanted to take a shower here, or at the hospital.

"Steph, the hospital will be safer for me."

He called Paul, and told him to stop fucking around. It is time to leave.

He replied, "Boss, your timing is impeccable; it was her turn on top."

Rita screamed, "Shut up you moron; I am still on top the next time."

"Sorry about that boss, she is right."

"Get your asses down here now, and no speeding tickets this time, please."

***

Paul called the hospital when they were 10 minutes away to make sure the helipad was clear and to advise them Patricia Parent was returning. When he stopped the engines, there was a greeting committee there to meet them.

Before Stephano could unbuckle her seatbelt, William was kissing his daughter, and crying at the same time. "Thank you for coming back to us, Patricia. We all would have been lost without you."

"William get out of the way, other people want to smack her around, just to get even with her, and her antics." Jemma grabbed Patty and said, "I knew you would not leave this world a virgin; I just knew it."




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 16



Victoria Valentino welcomed her back next, followed by Bruno.

Bruno said to her, "My son tells me he is talking with your mother quite often, and you are also. I will speak to him, but if you have that opportunity, again, would you tell your mother how sorry I am for having her killed."

"I will Bruno, but it is a double edged sword."

"What do you mean, Patricia?"

"You did a terrible thing, and I lost my mother, because of it. It also caused a wonderful thing, because I met Stephano. I would not have under any other circumstances. She seems to like him."

Doctor Nall pushed everyone aside and said, "I am your doctor, I need you inside this minute, and I will not take no for an answer."

"Okay."

"Okay, that's all you have to say, okay?"

"Why Doctor, did you want an argument? I am very good at it."

Stephano warned Doctor Nall not to accept the argument proposal because she would lose.

Doctor Nall reminded Stephano that she was a neurologist, and Patricia was a layperson.

Stephano replied, "Doctor, I am warning you, do not bet your license against beating her at anything from checkers to nuclear science. You will lose."

"She can't be that good."

"Doctor, she has one man working for her as an indentured servant for one year. He is an architect and he lost a bet. Please don't do it. She could have you weeding 35 acres of land on your hands and knees."

"Let's get you into a wheelchair, and into the hospital. I will give you a short test to see if I want to bet with you or not."

"Doctor, I could cheat and give you all the wrong answers, just to get you to bet with me."

"If you are as good as Stephano says you are I will know if you are lying."

Patty sat down in the wheelchair and Doctor Nall started with her questions. "Who is considered the father of neurology?"

"Come on, Doctor, ask real question."

"If you can't answer this one, there is no sense asking anymore."

"Jean-Martin Charcot."

"What is The Circle of Willis?"

"It is a circulatory anastomosis that supplies blood to the brain and surrounding structures."

"What is Palliative Care?"

"It is managed care for pain and suffering for those at the end of life."

"I am not betting with you. If you know the simple stuff; you know the hard stuff, too."

"Damn, just think, I could've had a neurologist checking the brains of my horses to make sure they were happy."

"I can see, there is no problem with your sense of humor, Ms. Parent; how about the rest of you?"

"The only noticeable thing I found is a weakness in my left leg. I don't know what else you're going to find, when you test me, but that is the most evident sign I have so far."

"Okay, we will start you with an MRI, and then an EEG and a CAT scan. We will take blood from you, as they are getting you ready for your tests. I gave the nurses hell this morning, because they did not know you were missing, until shift change. You never caused any problems, and no one noticed that your monitors had been turned off. They know they are supposed to check every room twice a night, even if they just stick their heads in, for one second. They slipped up this time, and they paid for it dearly."

The technician took four vials of blood from her arm as they prepared Patty to be rolled in to the MRI doughnut. It was one of the new GE models, which took much less time, but still was as noisy as the older models. She wore the headset, and listened to the music, which was barely audible, when the machine was working. About 15 minutes later, they rolled her out, and placed her back in her chair.

The CAT scan was available in the next room, and they ran her through the next. Then it was the Electroencephalogram (EEG), Angiograph, Duplex Scan, MRA, Echo, TTE, and TEE tests, which lasted through 6:30 PM.

Finally, Patty's good humor ran out. She looked at the next technician that came into her cubicle and said to him, "If you tell me you are taking me for another test, I am going to rip your arms out of your sockets."

He backed away, and said, "I'll get Doctor Nall."

Moments later, Doctor Nall walked into the cubicle and said, "Do you have a problem, Ms. Parent?"

"No Doctor, not at all; you do. I am not taking another test today. I am tired. I need a shower, I need a change of clothes, and I am hungry. Now do we do this my way, or do I go home, again."

"Your fiancé said you could be a pain in the ass, when you wanted to be. I guess you want to be one now."

"I think I have been quite accommodating today, Doctor. I have been put through tunnels, been poked with needles in my hands, forearms, biceps, calves, thighs, and feet for your Electromyogram studies. I've had electrodes strapped to my head. I have had an electrocardiogram for my heart. I have been blinded by lights, to test for epilepsy, and had enough blood drawn to make me anemic. I believe I have done enough testing done for one day. If you do not agree with me, tough, find another patient to play with for the rest of the day, or go home, because I am not doing anymore today."

"There are only three more tests to be done, and you will be finished. It will take no more than 30 minutes to complete them. Can you hang on for that amount of time?"

"Doctor, how many times have you told that lie to patients? You couldn't even keep a straight face when you said it. I would love to play high-stakes poker with you, I would wipe you out in an hour."

Doctor Nall said "I have been warned not to bet with you, so I will heed that advice. I will have someone take you to your room, and help you with your requests."

Doctor Nall left the room, and suddenly reappeared. She said, "The three tests I talked to you about would take a minimum of 2 hours and 20 minutes."

Patty laughed at her and said, "Work on that poker-faced Doctor, either that or take up a chess."

"I play a mean game of chess Ms. Parent. When you're up to it, I would like to play a game."

"You know my room number, Doctor. Bring your chess set, and prepare to lose. It will not take that long."

"You are very full of yourself, Ms. Parent. I would like to take you down a peg or two."

"You could always call me from home tonight, Doctor. I don't need the board to play the game."

"You are full of crap."

"Would you like to place a bet on it?"

"Yes. What would you like to bet?

"Tell me something about yourself that you've always wanted to do, but were too afraid to do. Don't lie to me, because I will be able to read it in your face."

"What do I get if I tell you?"

"What would you like?"

"Stephano told me you had a man working for you for a year on your property, because he lost a bet to you. I want you to be my assistant for one year."

"Acceptable."

"Just like that, Acceptable! You are that sure of yourself. I will have the chessboard in front of me. I could have a computer helping me along with my game, and you say 'Acceptable?'"

"Yes, Doctor, do you have a problem with it?"

"I withdraw my offer to bet with you. I want to watch you play in person. I have to see this."

"Tell me what you wanted to do Doctor."

"I always wanted to go flying in a glider."

"I will arrange it for you."

"I did not lose the bet."

"I know, but you can't go around in life fearing something that is so simple. I will take you up there myself, after I read the manual."

"You have never flown a glider, and you want me to fly with you, after you read the manual?"

"I was just joking with you, doctor. You have to learn to loosen up a little, and have some fun in life. Can I go to my room now?"

"Yes, and I will send that pain in the ass fiancé of yours up there too. He asks about you every five minutes."

"Good, he can help me shower."

"We do not allow fooling around in the shower."

"I am still a virgin, Doctor. We will not fool around, until our wedding night."

"I don't believe you. You are a 24-year-old virgin, in this day and age?"

"Yes Doctor, there are still some of us around."

"Patty, you look like an angel, and Stephano looks like the devil himself; he is so handsome. How did he not get into your pants by now?"

"I didn't say he has not gotten into my pants. I just said he has not gotten into me. It is a joint decision we made, before we went that far."

"Are you sure you two don't want to see a psychiatrist? You are as crazy as loons."

"No Doctor, we are very sane. It took us a long time to get to where we are, and it was a torturous road. Finally, we are at peace with each other, and madly in love. Sex can wait until we are married."

"I will see you tomorrow, Patricia."

71. Marriage; in an Alternate Universe

After six hectic weeks of planning, today was wedding day. Callalily Callaway, the hard nose nurse, and the fun-loving woman, could not stop crying. Her mother and sister had reapplied her makeup twice already, and finally gave up.

Her mother said, "Callie, if you don't stop crying, Harold is going to think you don't want to get married."

"Mom, I don't know why am crying. I am so happy, I am floating on air. I just can't stop the tears."

"Callie, are you pregnant?"

"No mother, I am not pregnant."

"Do you want me to call Harold, so you can talk to him?"

"No, I don't want him to think he's marrying a crazy person."

Her sister said, "Everyone knows he is."

"Listen sis, Ted married you because you look like mom. He thought you could cook like mom, too. Thank God you didn't cook for him, until after you got married."

Claire said, "Ted gave me a present, after our father's trial. He is sending me to Paris for two months. I am going to have a private tutor teach me how to cook. When I come back from France, Ted will eat wonderful meals for the rest of his life."

"Congratulations sis, that man loves you to death. Heaven knows your cooking nearly did it."

Claire took a swing at her little sister, who stepped back just enough to let the right cross fly by, without hitting her.

Callalily said, "Missed me!"

Claire said, "Fuck you, Callie!"

Her mother remarked, "Callie, you stopped crying."

Callaway looked into the mirror, and even though her eyes were puffy, the tears were gone. "Mom, quick, the makeup, we are running out of time."

On the other side of town, Harold Chase, was leisurely putting on his tuxedo, as if he did not have a care in the world. He graduated from Stanford at the age of 19, and started his own software company at the age of 21. His company was bought out by Microsoft at the age of 25, for $6 billion. Now, he was a venture capitalist, helping young entrepreneurs make their way in the business world. He could afford anything, and live anywhere, but he preferred living in a small town, in a very nice house, but nothing ostentatious. He was a confirmed bachelor, until today that is. He always thought women were after his money. He had been in love with Callalily for a long time, and he admired her independence. He offered to pay off student loans, if she married him, but she flatly refused. When he asked her why, and she said "It was her debt, not his," he loved her more.

However, this did nothing to change the way Callaway thought or lived her life. They dated every once and again, but when she came back to him and told him about her $3 million windfall, he knew that her feelings for him were real. They live together for 5 months, before he asked for her hand in marriage. They had not set a date, until that Sunday afternoon, when they returned Callum to his parents. After that, it was like a tornado ripped through Cottonwood. A guest list had to be drawn up. The church had to be reserved. A venue for the party had to be picked and reserved. Invitations had to be printed and mailed out. Most important of all, Callalily and her bridal court needed dresses fitted, made, and ready, in less than 6 weeks.

Harold stepped in, and told everyone he would take care of that tiny problem.

Callalily looked at him and said, "Harold, don't fuck with me. This is not a tiny problem. I don't want to go to 'Toys r Us' and get a Barbie dress. I would like to wear a nice dress to our wedding."

"Callie, do you love me?"

"Yes, I love you, Harold, but what does that have to do with getting me a dress?"

"Callie, do you trust me?"

"Harold, you are fucking with me, again."

"Answer the question Callie. Do you trust me?"

"I trust you, with Alan's life."

Alan said, "Man is that a relief. I don't have to worry about her giving me CPR after she shoots me."

"Shut up, Alan. Harold, how are you going to get me a dress, in less than six weeks?"

"Callie, I am going to make a phone call, and that will take care of everything."

"Fuck you, Harold."

"Here; now, in front of everyone? I knew you were easy, but I did not know you were an exhibitionist." He took up a defensive posture and waited for her attack. When it came, it was loud, fast and furious. He blocked all of her swings with his arms, and not one hit, his body.

Finally, he grabbed her and said, "Callie, stop this right now. You are acting like a two-year-old."

Alan laughed. "She is younger than Callum."

Harold said, "Shut up, Alan. Callie, the more you fight with me, the more you are delaying me from making my phone call. The longer you delay that phone call, the longer you delay your dress. Are you going to act your age now, or on my going to have to put you in time out?"

"You are not kidding me about making a phone call Harold?"

"No baby, I know someone who owns a company that makes gowns. If they are not inundated with previous orders, I am sure he will be able to make your gown, within the right timeframe."

"Harold, why are you still talking to me? Make your phone call, speak to your friend, and see if he can make it happen."

"You stay here. I will go inside, and make my phone call. I will be back shortly."

Everyone knew Harold was wealthy, but no one knew how wealthy, because no one ever asked. Cottonwood was that kind of town.

Harold made a phone call to a friend, in Charleston, South Carolina. They met many times, at business meetings all over the world, and they had one thing in common; they were always the youngest people in the room. They always gravitated towards one another, because of their ages, and developed a friendship because of it. When Harold was told about the computer Dycke was using for his businesses, and how he acquired it 'FREE,' they sat down and talked about the M&M for hours, over coffee and soft drinks.

The main difference between them was Dycke was married at the age of 18, and Harold was a confirmed bachelor. Dycke told Harold the stories of his wedding, and their week at Disney World. Harold was hysterical. The reason Harold called his friend was the story Dycke told him about the wedding dresses; and the video afterward. He opened his phone and called him.

The first thing he heard, when Payne picked up the phone, was a scream, "Robert put your sister down, before I put you in the corner."

"Schneider residence."

"Hello Payne, this is Harold Chase. Have I called at a bad time?"

"Hello Harold. Any time Robert has his horns twisted is a bad time. Right now I want to throw him off the balcony, and hope he hits his father on his way down. Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Yes, there is, Payne. I am getting married. I want to know the name of the designer of your wedding gown, and where it was made."

"I thought you were confirmed bachelor. I guess you met the right woman."

"Yes, I did, Payne. I want to marry her, before she gets away from me. The wedding is six weeks away. Do you think I could get a dress made for her, by the company that made yours in that time frame?"

"I will call Suzette and find out for you. Then I will call you back, if that is okay?"

"I would really appreciate your help, Payne. She is a gorgeous young woman, and I want to treat her like a Queen."

"I will put Robert in timeout, which he richly deserves, and call Paris right now."

"Your gown was made in Paris?"

"My entire wedding party had their gowns made in Paris, Harold."

"If your designer is available, I will make the airline arrangements to send her there."

"Don't do that Harold, I will send my Gulfstream to you. It can fly you nonstop from California to Paris, nonstop."

"I don't live in California, Payne. I live in Arizona."

"Okay, that makes it a shorter trip. Let me make the phone call, and I will get back to you."

20 minutes later Payne called him back. "Harold, Suzette said it would be no problem to make your bride her dress. She also asked about the mother of the bride, and any of the bridesmaids, would they need any dresses made?"

"Payne, you are way over my head here. I am only a man; that is women's territory. Let me run over to my future mother's place, so I can be involved with this decision-making process, without turning this into a zoo. I will call you back in an hour."

"That will be fine Harold. Dycke should be home by that time, and I may be short one child by then."

"You wouldn't know what to do without that little rascal running around, Payne. He is just like his father. He runs around the apartment and has hiding places everywhere."

"Dycke told you that story, didn't he? It took me over an hour to find that little bandit. When I did, he was sleeping. I wanted to shoot him, but he looked so cute, I took his picture instead."

Harold laughed. "I will call you later, Payne. Goodbye."

He did not want to get into this area with Callie, because he did not know how many people she would want to have dresses made for. He wanted to keep this under control, and there was only one woman, who could do that; Catherine Callaway.

On his way to Callie's mother's house, Harold received a text from Dycke. He read it while he was at a traffic light. "Harold you are not allowed to get married until I see a picture of the prospective bride. If she is after your money, she had better look like $6 Billion, Dycke.

Harold was typing away on his cell phone, when cars started beeping their horns at him. The traffic signal had turned green and he was standing still. He put down the phone, put the car into gear, and proceeded towards his future mother's home. When he arrived, he finished his text saying, "She means as much to me, as Payne means to you." He attached a file with several of Callie's photos on it, and hit send.

Dycke sent Harold and immediate reply. "My friend, remember one thing, as she walks down the aisle to you, in the white dress. After you say 'I Do', she takes off the gown, rips the dress into little pieces, and uses it as bandages for the wounds she is about to inflict upon your person. Payne loves to hit me, and she has done so, since the moment we met. So when you hear the expression "Love Hurts," believe it. If you love Callie, as much as I love Payne, make sure to get a gown that is big enough to cover a lot of bruises." Dycke "Ouch! Payne just read my text message; and she hit me, AGAIN!" Dycke

Harold laughed at Dycke's comment, put his cellphone away, and he rang the bell on Catherine's door. Then, he waited. He was about to leave when she opened the door, wearing a robe, in the middle of the afternoon. She looked flushed and embarrassed.

He blanched. Harold thought, "Oh my God, I just interrupted her."

Catherine said, "Harold, I wasn't expecting you today."

"I know; why don't I come back later. I had a question about the wedding gowns. It's not that important. When you're not busy call me, and I will come back."

"Harold, I am a big girl, and I am above the age of consent. Both you and I know what I was doing. There is a man in my bedroom. He is dressing and will be leaving soon. I would prefer that neither of my daughter's know about him. Why don't you wait in the kitchen, until he leaves? This way neither of you will be embarrassed.




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 16



"Mom, no one thought you lived a celibate lifestyle. Everyone hoped that you were living a good, rewarding, and full life. Speaking for myself, I could not be happier for you."

"We are not going to get married, Harold."

Harold smiled and said, "You little Tart."

Catherine laughed at Harold's reply, and hurried him off the kitchen. Her gentleman friend quietly came down the stairs, kissed her goodbye, and exited through the front door.

When she entered the kitchen Harold said, "Am I next?"

Catherine said, "I think I'm a little too old for you, Harold."

"Mom, all women would love to be in your gene pool. When you reach 100, you are going to look 60. You look absolutely fabulous for 55-year-old woman."

Catherine curtsied and asked, "What is going on with my daughter's wedding gown?"

"Mom, how many gowns do we need to make for the wedding? There's one for Callie, you, and Claire. Who else needs a gown?"

"Her three bridesmaids from work: Elizabeth, Terry, and Joanne."

"That is everyone, mom, no one else?"

"No Harold, that is everyone, why do you ask?"

"I have a friend who owns a company that makes wedding gowns. I wanted to keep the number of gowns as low as possible so we could have them within the right timeframe."

"Harold, we need Callie's wedding gown; and 5 others if it's possible."

"Thanks mom, I have to make a phone call."

Dycke answered the telephone, slightly out of breath, "Schneider residence."

"Dycke, from the sound of your voice, I think Payne left you, as soon as you walked in the door."

"What would make you think that Harold?"

"The last time I called she said you would be home, and she would be minus one child. I guess she opted out of killing Robert, and went to spend some of your money instead."

"I wish she would do that Harold, but she is the exact opposite of her mother. She is her father's daughter, and holds onto a penny, until it screams for mercy."

"Are you complaining Dycke?"

"I don't know Harold? Sometimes I think if she would loosen up and spend some money, she wouldn't be so wound up around the children. Every time I walk in with a toy, she says I'm spoiling them. I tell her to bring in a toy for them so that she can spoil them, instead of me. She just brushes the statement aside, and talks about something else. Tell me what is going on with you. Your young lady is beautiful, and much too good for you."

"Isn't that the truth Dycke? She is rich, too; so I know she is not, after my money. I have a way for you to get Payne to spend some money, if you're up for it. When was the last time you two guys were alone together?"

"It's been a while Harold. Things have been very hectic around here, and yes, I have been ignoring my wife a little, lately."

"Okay, my friend, you can kill two birds, with one stone. I want you to be in the wedding party, with your wife. It means you will be in a tuxedo, and your wife has to go to Paris to be fitted with a wedding ensemble, with the women Callie has picked from here. You will be flying out here on your own airplane, and it will experience a serious malady in Sedona, on the day you are supposed to depart. The new part will have to be sent out from the manufacturer' warehouse, and naturally being Sunday, they are closed. Your crew will order it by express courier, on Monday, and it will get here by Wednesday morning. Naturally, they will send the wrong part. Both of you will wind up spending at least a week out here, possibly two, looking at the wilderness, seeing the Grand Canyon and doing all sorts of awfully fun stuff together, without the children."

"That my good friend sounds like a wonderful remedy for what ails us. All work and no play have made me a bad husband. It's time for me to make up for it. I will send the aircraft out to you tomorrow load it up with ladies, send it back here to pick up Payne, and then they will be off to Paris. Thank you Harold, I needed a common sense talk with you. I think I'm going to give the office off that entire week. Everyone has been working too hard."

"That is a marvelous idea. Your employees will love you, especially your father."

"I will talk to you later Harold."

Payne returned home, two and one half hours later, with a salted pretzel in one hand and a Diet Coke and the other.

Dycke kissed her and asked her if she was able to calm down.

She said she was able to relax a little, but Robert was getting out of hand, and she had to find a different way to control him.

Dycke said, "Payne, I am not going to accept any arguments from you on this subject again. I am not going to allow you to run yourself ragged over our second son. I am bringing in a live-in housekeeper, and a licensed nanny. She/he will have a psychology or sociology degree, and I don't care a how much I have to pay her to babysit him 10 hours a day. If I have to hire two or three of them, I will. He may be hyperactive, but I will not put him on medication at seven years of age. I will get these people, while you are out of town."

"Where am I going?"

"The day after tomorrow, you leave for Paris. One of the reasons Harold called today was to ask us to be in his wedding party. He would not take no for an answer. We are sending one of our aircraft to Arizona to pick up their people. When they fly east, the aircraft will stop here, pick you up, and continues on to Paris. You can coordinate everything with Suzette, because none of them speaks French. Harold wants Callalily to look as good as you did on our wedding day. I remember how you looked, and I don't think God himself could make anyone look as gorgeous as you looked, on our day. Ask Suzette to do her best, because Harold means a lot to me."

"I didn't realize you two were that close, Dycke."

"We don't talk as often as I'd like, but we have a lot in common. If we lived closer together, we'd be having each other over every weekend for a barbecue or dinner."

"When is the wedding?"

"That bastard didn't give me the date. I know he said five or six weeks, but he didn't say the day, or date. You will find out when you get on the airplane, with the other women. You should have a good time. If you would do me a favor, while you're in fashion capital of the world, buy yourself something nice. Try to buy yourself a lot of nice new things. I love you so much, and we have so much; spend some of it please. I know you hate the thought of being like your mother, but you don't have to be as tight as your father is either. Find the middle ground; we've been together for 12 years. It's not time for us to be an old married couple. Everything will be paid for through T.E.I., while you are in Paris: hotel, meals, hot dogs, and everything else. I do not want anyone else to have to spend a dime, while they are having their dresses fitted."

Dycke thought for a moment, smiled and said, "I have an even better idea. Why don't you fly out to Arizona and pick up the girls in 'Payne's 2'. Your license is still active. I know you haven't flown for almost two years, but Randy can be in the right seat with you. It will be like riding a bicycle. The aircraft has not changed, and neither have you."

"Dycke, it is a little harder than riding a bicycle."

"Yes, I know my PET, but it was the one thing that you could do that I was unable to do. If you recall, you never let me hear the end of it. I aced every single ground exam, but when they put me in the airplane, I froze. You barely passed the written portion of the examinations. However, when they put you into an airplane, baby could you fly. It was like you were born to it. You couldn't drive a car, and stay in your own lane; but when they put you into an airplane, everything you did was perfect. Every landing you made was perfect. You never bounced once. If you weren't married, I think the instructors would have fucked you in the flight deck, because you were that good. They might have done it anyhow, because you are so beautiful. Put your wings back on, fly out to Arizona, and have some fun."

Payne listened to Dycke talking about the freedom flying had given her. She remembered all the hours she put in to get to her jet rating. Now it was sitting in her pocketbook, doing nothing. She remembered needling him, when he could not fly a single engine airplane. You could always tell his aircraft, when he was in the approach pattern. His was the airplane with the left wing down 20° or more. It was as if he needed to see the ground to make sure it was still there. After six months of trying, he and the instructor came to a mutual understanding. Dycke would stop flying, and the instructor would stop taking Dycke's money. He would never understand how to keep the wings of an aircraft level, while they were in the air.

Payne smiled at him, and said, "You do love me, don't you?"

"Payne, any day you doubt it, shoot me, because I've done something to put a wedge between our hearts. I told you when we first met the most important thing in my life I had ever done was fall in love with Payne Elizabeth Temple. All the money we have, all the things we possess mean nothing to me if I don't have your love. I thought I lost you once, and it drove the wild."

"Dycke, I will fly to Arizona tomorrow, and lay over there tomorrow night to meet the people I will fly to Paris. I will take the full crew, so we each can get the proper rest, as we fly over the Atlantic. I really want to get back to flying."

Dycke grabbed her and twirled her around. "Wonderful, Mrs. Schneider that is exactly the medicine I think will help you get back to being happy again. If you want, I will put you on the crew schedule, and you can fly anywhere at any time you want."

"Am I going to get paid?"

"You, my dear, are going to get paid in two ways. You will get paid as the captain of the aircraft for the amount of hours you fly. Then you will get paid for your other important undercover assignments."

"What undercover assignments, Dycke?"

"Follow me, madam."

They stepped onto their personalized Segway's and zoomed off.

Payne asked, "Where are we going?"

"You are going to receive your first undercover assignment."

"Where?"

"In the Playroom!"

Payne laughed as she saw Dycke turn into their huge bedroom. "Undercover assignment, my ass," she said. "In this playroom, we don't use covers on any assignments, except to get some sleep."

She decided he was right; which she always hated to do. She was burning the candle at both ends, and at 29 years old, she should be having fun, as well as raising a family. Cleaning the 18,000 ft² apartment, and running around after three children, when Evan was home, was a little more than she could handle. She would let Dycke hirer the domestic help, and the psychologist to help Robert control his moods. Dycke's mind was so organized; he probably had it on his to do list for the first thing tomorrow morning.

Zoie, her four-year-old daughter, was an angel. She was a clone of her mother. Her room was always kept neat and clean, and she was unhappy when her mother went into it without her permission. Payne had to come up with a peace treaty with Zoie in order to clean her room. Zoie would sit on her bed and watch her mother's every action, until her room was completed and Payne stepped outside the threshold. Zoie would then close her door, and move her things back into their proper positions. At least it stopped the arguing.

Payne never told her boys that she and Dycke monitored everything they did on their computers, from his office, and at home. Dycke and Payne had so many parental blocks on their boys computers, very little spam mail made it through to them. An alert was sent to them if Evan or Robert tried to access an adult website. Evan was getting close to the age where curiosity would begin to rear its head. At 11 and 7 years old, their parents wanted to be the first to know what their children were getting into. Dycke had broached the subject of sex with Evan many times, but his eyes glazed over, when Dycke started getting more specific. Seeing no interest, he backed off, and let the subject drop. He would broach the subject again, before the school year started to see if there was a change in his son's attitude.

An urgent email came that day, which every parent fears the most.

"Dear dad, I wish I had listened to you more closely, when you tried to explain to me the things I was supposed to know about sex, and keeping a girl and myself safe. I know it is too late to ask for that explanation now, and I hope that you will not be too angry with me. I got my girlfriend, Terri, pregnant. The first time we did it; she bled terribly, and was in a great deal of pain. She has not bled again in a very long time. We are sure she is pregnant. She is afraid to tell her parents, but I had to tell you, because I knew you could give me advice on how to handle this situation. Both of us are only 11 years old, and we know it is not smart for us to marry at this age. Please dad, don't be angry with me. It was the first time for both of us, and we didn't really understand the consequences of our actions. Help us please, your loving son, Evan"

Dycke looked at the email and could not find it in his heart to be angry with his son. What he decided to do was wait, until Payne left for Paris, to have Evan come home with his little friend to see what could be done, about their situation.

He called Marti into the office, and showed her the email. She was all business.

"Dycke, how are we supposed to transport an 11-year-old pregnant girl, across state lines, without the permission of her parents?"

"Why do you think I invited you in here? Payne flies to Arizona at 12 PM, and I have to be home, before she leaves for the airport. Whatever you and legal decide, make sure you tell her parents the size of our apartment, and that we have at least two armed guards on duty inside and outside the apartment at all times. Their daughter, will be in her own room, and will be absolutely safe, while she is with us."

"I will take care of the letter this morning, Dycke. I will transmit it to North Carolina, today, and couriered to her parent's home. We should have an answer by tonight."

"Thanks Marti, let me clear off my desk. Then I have to run home and interview a few people."

"Dycke that is not your job. That is our job. You tell us what you want, and we take care of it. When are you going to remember that no one gets close to you or your family, before we give our approval?"

"You are right, Marti. I went brain-dead for a moment. This is what I need. A live-in housekeeper, that will cooks like a three-star Michelin Chef; does light cleaning, and does the laundry. I need a cleaning service to come in once a week to do the heavy cleaning work in the house.

I need a person with a psychology or sociology degree to be a nanny for Robert. All during the summer months, and from the moment he arrives home from school, until the moment he goes to sleep, at night. He has to learn how to control his moods. He/she will have to sign a minimum of the three-year contract, because I want him to get used to one person teaching him about his behavior."

"What are the salary considerations, Dycke?"

"Tell them their salaries depend on the quality of their first months' work, and their resume'."

Dycke responded to his son's email that pleaded for help. "My dear Evan, Nothing you do would ever make me so angry with you that I would turn down a plea for help. You have made a mistake, as every human being does in his or her lifetime. What you and your friend, Terri, decide to do now is what will make you into responsible adults, sooner than you expected. Your mother and I will always be here for you. We will help guide you through this torturous time in your life. Speak to no one about what is going on. If anyone asks, tell them you just want to go home and see your parents for a few days, and then you are going to see her parents before returning to the camp. I am sending two of my people to get you. You will recognize both of them. Please remember that your young lady has a reputation that must be protected. You do not want to harm her at that delicate age. We will do whatever we can, when you get home. If all goes well, you should be home in two days. Dad

***

Payne slid into the Captain's seat, of Gulfstream's marvelous 650, and began her preflight checklist, under the watchful eye of their new senior captain, Trevor Canyon. As Dycke said to her last night, 'She was a Natural.' She went through the list as she had 1000 times before, almost without referring to the manual on her lap. She called out commands for checklists items that were on his side of the flight deck, and Trevor responded to each of the items, as she called them out. When she was finished, he said to her, "Captain, it is like you have never been out of that chair."

Payne wanted to kiss him, but knew it would be inappropriate for her to do so. "It's like falling off a horse, Steve. You get up, dust yourself off, you get right back on."

"Well, you got right on, doing it perfectly, as always, Payne. Why don't you call in for clearance and do the whole thing."

She called the tower, and received her flight plan, and taxi instructions. She started the engines, pulled out of the hanger, and headed for the east end of the runway.

As she was getting close to the end of the taxiway, she said, "Charleston tower, 6651 Tango, number one for take-off."

Charleston tower responded, "6651 Tango, winds 290°/ 13 knots, altimeter 3001, climb and maintain one seven thousand, contact departure control 125.95. Cleared for takeoff."

6651 Tango, roger, wins tonight, winds 290°/13 knots, altimeter 3001, maintain one seven thousand, 125.95 for departure control, cleared for takeoff. We are rolling."

As Payne pushed the throttle's forward, and she felt the Rolls-Royce engines push her back into her seat. She felt a sense of freedom she had not felt for two long years rush through her body. It was so enervating and delicious; she promised herself she would never let that feeling leave her again. Now she realized she had two homes, and the flight deck of this aircraft was as important to her well-being, as the penthouse apartment, where her family lived.

As the aircraft climbed swiftly, through 11,000 feet, westbound, she asked Trevor to take the controls, because she had to call her husband.

Dycke picked up the phone and said, "What; your turning around, and coming home, because you miss me already?"

"Fat chance twerp. I just wanted to say thank you. I did not realize how much I missed flying. This was your best idea ever, and I love you for it."

"Payne, get this into your thick skull. My best idea ever was falling in love and marrying you. After that, everything else was secondary. Without you, my life is meaningless. Keeping you happy and safe is what my life is all about. I enjoy making the money that makes us very rich. However, if you are not happy, I would burn it all to put a smile on your face."

"You can't do that and keep me happy, Dycke. You couldn't afford to let me fly in my airplane. Please keep making money, so I can keep flying my pretty pink airplane."

"Payne, have you gone colorblind? Your airplane is not pink."

"If you love me, it will be. I will hit you when we get back from Paris, for being so wonderful to me."

"Goodbye, my PET, enjoy yourself."

"I am enjoying myself; I'm flying. Goodbye twerp."

"I am taking out the paddle in anticipation of you returning home, Payne."

"I have not used it on you, in a very long time, Dycke. I hope my aim is true. Otherwise you will not be able to go to work for a month. Have fun thinking about that, while I am gone, husband, because I am getting wet just thinking about you lying across the bed."

He started laughing as soon as he heard the connection cut off. Payne had not shown any sparkle in her eyes for months, and he had been worried about her. When Harold gave him the idea about flying the girls to Paris, for their gowns, all of his thoughts zeroed in on Payne flying the bridal party there and back. Harold sweetened the pot by adding the mechanical breakdown that would take a week or more to fix. It was going to be a perfect vacation for the two of them.




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 17



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

THIS IS A NOVEL

74. Where The Girls Go To Play

Michael Free called Stephano to ask how Patty's tests were coming along. 

Stephano replied, "So far, Michael, Patty is driving her neurologist crazy. She had the hospital shut down, because they could not find her, and we've been told to see a crazy psychiatrist because we are both nuts."

Michael laughed. "So you are telling me everything is back to normal."

"She has some weakness in her left leg that may require a brace, and she will wear leg weights for a while to build up the muscles to compensate for the nerve damage caused by the stroke. William is going to sue the government, for next year's budget, and because Stengel kissed that bus, and the testimony of the agents who were assigned to kill her, he may very well get it."

"I agree; and the Justice Department will not have a leg to stand on in their defense. Is she available? I would like to say hello."

"Yes, here she is."

"Hello Michael, have you done anything illegal lately?"

"You sound wonderful, Patty. I haven't had to do anything illegal in almost 6 weeks. I bet you can guess why."

"Michael, are you trying to get on my bad side, already?"

"Listen you, I feel bad enough already. Don't try to put me on a guilt trip. You almost made me kill you."

"I know, and I am sorry. I was out of control, and I wanted revenge. Those people were taking away my life again. I had finally found peace, and they tried to take it away, Michael. I was out of the way, hurting no one, in a small town, and they still couldn't leave me alone. They would never have found the programs, because they would never know where to look for them. I will bet you $1 million, your people can't either. Send 12 of your best investigators to my property, and give them one full day to find the programs, and they never will find those programs."

"When are you going home, Patricia?"

"It all depends on the brace for my leg. I have no idea what it is going to look like, or how long it will take to make, but I hope to be out of here by Friday. Don Bruno keeps bringing me pasta to fatten me up. I lost 16 pounds, while I was in the coma. He was not happy with the way I looked before. He has made it his personal project to have me gain 20 pounds, before the wedding."

"I have some bad news for him. I have to reel him back in and send him back to Fort Polk. I have given him all the leeway I can. Now it is time to put him back into custody."

"I can't tell you how much his being here meant to Stephano. I don't think he would have made it through this ordeal, without his parents being here. It was very generous of you to do that for us. How are the girls doing, Michael?"

"They did not talk to me for weeks, after the incident. They blamed me for everything that happened to you. It took their mothers' counseling to get them to understand that I had to do my job, and my job was to protect the innocent, even though the man may have been guilty of a different crime. You were not allowed to be jury, judge, and executioner at the same time. As much as I love and admire you, I could not let you do that to another human being."

"Michael, sometimes you are no fun at all."

"Patricia, you are always a pain in the ass."

"$1.4 million, 24 hours, 12 of your best men, and they will never find the programs. If they do, the girls get the money."

"Why are you asking for $1.4 million, instead of $1 million?"

"Have you forgotten about my daily rate of pay, already, Michael?"

"I have been meaning to talk to you about that. What happened to $800 an hour?"

"I decided I do too much pro bono work for you. I could not keep track of it all. So every time you asked me to do something, I've reverted back to the $1.4 million for the use of my brain, and programs. I believe it equals out."

"I think you're a thief, but you and your friends are too good to lose. I will continue to pay your tribute, but I wanted you to know that I know you are a thief, and a swindler."

"Do you remember the trouble you had finding me, Michael? I could make it impossible. Every time your computers get close, they could malfunction. I would hate to see that happen. Have your new computers come online yet? Do they have any bugs in them? Would you like there to be? Are we going to be friends, Michael?"

"Patricia, are you threatening a federal agent. I could put you in jail for that."

"You could put me in jail, for asking you if we are going to be friends. I could defend myself and get an acquittal. Then I would sue you for malicious prosecution, and win. I would hate to do that to you Michael."

"I never knew your mother, but if she could keep your father in check, and you are the product of both of them, why aren't you in politics. You could rule the roost, if you wanted to."

"There were 535 members of the Congress. Ninety-nine percent of them are men. Men hate to see their names in print, especially when they are idiots. I would be sending quotes to newspapers, every day, with the things those bozos say during meetings. They would block every initiative I would try to get through. I would retaliate by going to the newspapers and electronic media. I would be the most popular person in the country, because I was telling the truth, but I would not be able to get anything of value done for the country."

"Patty, you are just too smart, and you know your own limitations. Every politician has battle scars, and I would hate to see you carry any around with you. If anything were to happen to your wonderful personality, you would go to your programs, shut down the world, so it could reboot itself and start over from scratch."

"Would you put that in writing, Michael? I will do it, and say it was your idea."

"Get some rest, Patty. My mind is overloading your brain. You slept for five weeks, and your brain is trying to catch up on things to do."

"Goodbye Michael, it was great talking to you."

"Let me speak to Stephano for a moment, please."

"You put a glow on her face, Michael. What diabolical idea did you give her?" 

"Let's not discuss that right now. I want you to talk to your father and have him get in touch with me. Two of my men will be there tomorrow morning to take him back into custody. He will be going back to Louisiana. Your mother can be dropped off in Manhattan, or she can stay with him. She can make that decision overnight."

"He told me you had him on a short leash, Michael. I expected to see your men around him at all times. I didn't see one. Thank you for trusting him."

"I knew he would not abandon you with the situation as it was. Now that it's resolved, I have to take him back in, because he becomes a flight risk."

"Will you let him out for our wedding? We will pay all the expenses."

"Yes, he will be there."

"Thank you Michael."

***

Dycke called Harold Chase and said, "I am sending you a present."

"Dycke, you know I don't need anything, and if I wanted something, I could go out and buy it."

"Harold, all your money could not buy this."

"What is it, Dycke; what could possibly be so expensive?"

"I am sending you my wife."

"Why, what did I do to deserve this honor?"

"You want a wedding dress, Payne is the price. Besides that, it was your idea."

"My idea, how did you figure that out?"

"Simple logic Harold; instead of sending six women, first-class by commercial airline; you are sending them on a private aircraft, from Sedona direct to Paris, nonstop. I don't believe you will find that service out of Sedona or Phoenix. Payne is sending you one of our aircraft. She happens to be piloting it. Therefore, you are getting my wife as a present."

"Payne is a pilot?"

"Payne is one of the best pilots, you will ever fly with. It was like she was born to do it. I tremble every time she drives a car, but when she gets into the flight deck, I sleep like a baby."

"What time tomorrow should I expect her?"

"How long does it take you to get from Cottonwood to the Sedona airport?"

"It takes about 30 minutes or so."

"Is Callie with you?"

"No, she is over at her mother's place."

"Well, if you want her to meet Payne when she lands that aircraft, I would leave now, pick up Callie, and get to the airport, because Payne should be landing within the hour."

"Dycke, you are one crazy son of a bitch. I could have arranged a greeting party for her, or something. Now you are going to have me running all over the place, just to get to the airport on time."

"Why do you think I waited until the last minute Harold? She hates big gatherings where she is the center of attention. She just wants to meet everyone who is going to be flying with her tomorrow. She doesn't like all the trappings that go along with having a ton of money. Payne just wants to say hello, tell them how to dress for the airplane ride and to relax while they are on board. The hotels and everything are already paid for. They will not have to put their hands in their pockets for anything, while they are in Paris. T.E.I. is picking up the tab for the whole thing, including the dresses."

"Who the hell do you think you're kidding Dycke? You are T.E.I., so you are picking up the tab."

"You will have to speak to Fiona about that. She is in charge of Western Hemisphere operations, not me."

"You do know I will get even with you for this, don't you?"

"Does that mean you will take Robert for a month, or maybe six?"

"Let me think about that and I will call you back in a year or three."

"I thought so. You will have little problems of your own soon enough. I will revel in the stories you have to tell me. I have an 11-year head start on you with Evan, Harold. My problems will end, just when yours are beginning."

"I will not have any problems, if all my children are like Zoie."

"Don't bet your last nickel on it, my friend. It is the quiet ones that will kill you. At four years old, Zoie is an angel. The nuclear bomb goes off when she gets her first period. All the signs are there. She will not allow her mother, or me, into her room unescorted. We are not allowed to touch any of her things, even when she is with us. She keeps a private journal, and she isn't in primary school yet. It has a digital lock on it, and she changes the codes every week. She doesn't know I know where she keeps her cheat sheet, with the codes written on it. Harold, can you imagine what will happen when she becomes a teenager?"

"Are you trying to scare me out of having children Dycke?"

"No, Harold, I want Callie and you to have a dozen of them. I want to see how quickly you want to go back to work."

"Callie would kill me. She wants to continue nursing, because I told her I would take care of the children."

"Harold, she is not marrying you for your money. She is marrying you because you are an idiot. She found a man who would stay home with the children, so she could go back to work, and be rid of them. She is absolutely brilliant."

"I never looked at it that way before Dycke. I may try to renegotiate this contract."

"You are too far in to get out of it now. You had better get a move on it or my wife will be on the ground looking for her ride, and no one will be there for her."

"What is the aircraft number so I can call the tower, and check on its arrival time?"

"It is 6651 Tango, a Gulfstream 650, out of Charleston."

"Okay Dycke, I am gone.

***

Harold and Callie watched the $65 million aircraft touchdown, turn off the runway, and proceed to the ramp area. Compared to the other aircraft, it was huge. 100 feet from wing tip to wing tip, and almost high enough off the ground to let one of the small, single engine aircraft taxi underneath its wings. The cabin door opened, the stairs came down, and a woman in her flight uniform walked down the steps. She waited, until a member of her crew gave her a piece of roll-on luggage, before she proceeded towards the terminal. Two women walked behind her.

Payne recognized Harold. She walked straight up to him, grabbed him, and gave him a huge welcoming kiss.

Callie's fuse was lit.

Payne said, "Did you miss me, Harold?"

Harold was completely flustered, and he started to stutter. 

Payne began to laugh. She said hello to Callie and winked at her. "Harold, Dycke told me to give you a big kiss for getting me flying again. I did not realize how much I missed it."

"Payne, you are going to be a widow, when I get a hold of that deviant husband of yours. His sense of humor nearly caused me to have a heart attack, and a beautiful wife."

"Callie does not look like the jealous type. Let me introduce you to my friends and my security detail. The mean looking short one, with blonde hair and the blue eyes is Alexis. She plays cribbage. She will use the pins to kill you, if you threaten me. 

The redhead with the green eyes is 'Willie.' If you wish a premature and painful death, call her 'Wilhelmina.' If you play 500-rummy with her, for money, you will go home bankrupt."

Harold and Callie said hello to both women. Harold apologized to Payne, "Dycke called me at the last minute, so I could not arrange anything prior to your arrival. Callie and I had to come in separate cars just to get here on time."

"That works out perfectly, Harold. You can go home now, because Callie will be staying with us, until we leave tomorrow morning. We will call a meeting of the girls who will be flying with us tomorrow, and go over the itinerary. Then we will have dinner, and I can get to know everyone better. I have to turn in early, because I have the first and third flying segments. Have a good time, Harold, and be a really nice person; drop off Callie's suitcase at the airport in the morning. You can kiss her and wave goodbye as we get on the aircraft. I knew you were going to do that anyway, because you love her so much."

Harold did not believe his ears. He looked at Payne, and said, "This is going to be our last night together for a week or more, and you are going to keep her away from me?"

"It could mean all the difference in the world, as far as her wedding dress is concerned, Harold. Aren't you willing to give up one night of pleasure to make sure the dress is perfect?"

Harold knew his balls were caught in a vise, and the word yes was out of his mouth before his lips moved.

Callalily sashayed up to Harold, and kissed him. "It's been nice knowing you stud. You better be primed and ready when I get back, or I am going to want to know the reason why."

Harold glared at Payne. "I am going to call your husband and lodge a complaint. He praises you for your gentleness, and kind heart. He did not warn me about the steel spikes in your tongue."

Callalily said, "Harold, are you trying to ruin any chances of my getting a wedding dress completed on time? If you are, your chances of having children, with any woman have just gone down 100%."

Harold backed away and said, "I would never do or say anything like that to you, baby. I love you too much and would never break your heart that way."

Payne said, "Say goodbye, Harold, before you get into trouble you can't get out of."

Harold decided it was time to get even with Dycke. "Goodbye Callie, and don't forget both of you are expected to come back with new winter and summer ensembles. That means everything from shoes up to hats, make-up, and jewelry. Everything has to be the best, straight out of the designer studios, and into your lovely closets. Dycke said he would portion off another section of the apartment for your new items Payne. For you Callie, if I have to, I will build you a new house."

Callalily jumped. "Really Harold, you want me to do that? It's going to be very expensive, but I am going to love it. Thank you so much."

"Dycke and I agreed we will be very disappointed if you return to us and have not spent at least $1 million each on your new wardrobes. Payne should spend much more, because she also needs a new seaside ensemble. Callie, I hope you will help her with her swimsuits. If you happen to see 20 or 30 bikinis you like, please bring them home and try them on for me."

"Harold, I love you so much, but that is an awful lot of money to spend in such a short time. I don't want to waste it on frivolous items."

"I want you to try your very best, and know that anything you spend my money on will be well spent, because I love you. Spend the money as if it was the last day that currency was going to be good. Have the stores send the items home, by air, and have them send all the receipts to Dycke's main office. Remember how you will be punishing me, by modeling all those tiny bikinis on for me. Goodbye my love; run along with Payne, and have a wonderful time, while you are in Paris. I will be at the airport, bright and early tomorrow morning, to kiss you goodbye."

Callalily hugged Harold, kissed him, and walked away with Payne. She said to Payne, "I have always hated shopping by myself. It is much more fun shopping with a friend. I have a feeling we are going to become really great friends."

"I think so too, Callie. If Harold doesn't kill my husband before I get home, I will after I get there. Someone has been telling tales out of school, and he needs an attitude adjustment."

"Do you think he would mind if I bought some things for my friends too?"

"I don't see why he would Callie? I would hate to have them sit in the hotel, while we are out shopping, and having fun. Let's make this a party for everyone. Your wedding will be the talk of the Southwest."

"Payne, I'm having a relatively small wedding. We are only going to have around 200 people."

Payne laughed. "Callie, you really don't know how much money Harold has, do you?"

"No, I thought it was impolite to ask. He knows I have $3 million in the bank. I told him, when I paid off my student loans. It was one of the conditions I put between us, before he could ask me to go out with him seriously. I would not get married until I was debt-free. I would not be a burden to any man, before I went into a serious relationship with him. It just didn't seem fair."

"When Dick and I met, we were 18 years old. Neither of us had a nickel we could rub together and call our own. My face looked like chopped meat, because I was in an automobile accident days after I was born. Dick didn't care. He loved me from the moment he saw me, and my reaction was the same towards him. Within a month of us getting together, things started happening that no one could have predicted. Dycke's father knew one day Dycke would inherit some money, but no one knew how much. On the same day, Mister Schneider received the inheritance letter; my father received the letter from Duke University Medical Center advising him the bones in my face had finally fused. They could now perform the surgery I needed to have my face restored. Our lives have been blessed that way ever since. We are aligned together as one. I can never have a problem, and hide it from him. There are days he comes home from work just to ask me what's wrong. He does not call and ask me; he leaves the office, and comes home to ask me. That's how much he loves me, and I love him. The way Harold looks at you, you are going to be loved the same way. Ninety-nine percent of the men in this world would look at you and never see your face. Your body is exquisite. The way you walk would make a man's eyes go straight for your hips. Harold's eyes never leave your face. It is like he is trying to memorize every pixel in a photograph. Don't get me wrong, Callie, he loves the rest of you, just like any man would, but he loves you for you."




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 17



"He is always good to me Payne. He is always protective of me, and when we dance, it always is something special. Today he has outdone himself."

"You are getting married in a little more than five weeks, and Harold has not mentioned one word to you about a pre-nuptial agreement. I just want you to know that Harold is an extremely wealthy man. Men in his position have the woman sign a prenuptial agreement, before they give her the engagement ring. I see your ring is sparkling very nicely on your finger. He loves you very much, Callie. He is in this for the long haul. I don't think he knows any other way. Treat him with kindness, and honesty and he will love and defend you, forever, plus a day."

"Payne, I am desperately in love with Harold. I am not playing a game with him."

"Dycke misses Harold a lot. He said before I left home, 'If Harold lived in Charleston we would be having barbecues and dinners together every weekend.' Neither Dick, nor I expect you to move east, but maybe I can make your future husband buy an apartment nearby, so you can come to visit every so often."

"That would be wonderful Payne, I would enjoy it too."

"It would also give me an excuse to get into an airplane. I can hop into my Gulfstream, three hours later, I'm here in Sedona. I strap you folks into the back, and I am home in two hours and forty-five minutes. I know it sounds tough Callie, but we women have to learn how to put with husbands who make us so much money. It's a tough life, but we have to learn to live with it."

***

The meeting was held at Catherine Callaway's home, and everyone who attended was very excited. Payne and Catherine got along great, because she reminded her of her mother. Payne said the only thing that separated the two of them was her mother had an 11- year old girl running around her home.

Catherine was confused and asked how that happened, "Did she adopt the child?"

Payne laughed and said, "No, we were in Paris having our gowns fitted. A friend of ours took a picture of my mother, as she was getting ready to be fitted for her gown. She forwarded it to my dad. My dad liked it so much he had an enlarged to a room size photos. He put it on all the walls in his bedroom, bathroom, and ceiling. On the day we got home, my mother walked in to the bedroom, believing my dad was sick, because it was early in the day, and my dad never gets home before 8 P.M. She went in to the bedroom, and he turned on the lights to surprise her. There was this picture of her naked, all over the room. My mother was stunned. She has been molested by my father several times a day, from that day to this, and it shows no signs of letting up. A few months later she started not to feel well, and she went to the doctor. The Doctor told her she was two months pregnant. When she counted back the two months, it went exactly to the day she got home from Paris."

The six women in the room started laughing and giggling.

Payne said, "It worked out perfectly for everyone. One of my dad's security agents became pregnant, a month later, and I became pregnant, if you weeks after her. We kept the hospital's maternity ward busy, for months. My mom had a girl, Fiona and I had boys. The three of them are inseparable. They go to the same school. They challenge each other to see who is going to have the highest GPA at the end of each quarter. I am not talking about between the three of them individually; they want to be one, two, and three in the school. It is a cutthroat competition between the three of them, and it is fun to watch as a parent."

There was more general conversation and then Payne got down to business.

"Girls, this is the schedule; listen closely, or write it down, because the airplane leaves, with or without you, at 7 AM tomorrow morning. You will arrive at the airport at 6:15 AM, and check your luggage at the general aviation terminal for the aircraft with the tail number 6651 Tango. Weather permitting; we will be flying at 53,000 feet, at a speed of 600 miles per hour. That is much faster than any other aircraft in the sky, except military aircraft. From Sedona, we will be flying directly to Le Bourget airport in France, where we will land at a little after 10 PM. Dress very casually and comfortably. A pair of pajamas, and a robe for the flight, and bring a change of clothes, with you, for when we get off the airplane. It gets cool in the aircraft. Your body will tell you to go to sleep. Don't fight it; sleep as much as you can. You can watch television, listen to the radio, or bring a book to read. Meals will be served throughout the flight. The total elapsed time from takeoff to landing will be 17 hours. However, it is only ten hours flying time. Once we are on the ground, it will take us 40 minutes to clear customs, get into our limousines, and get to the hotel. There will be two occupants per room, you can pick your partner, anyway you like. I have two security agents with me. We will be getting two more, when we arrived in Paris. We will look like an all-female football team, and four of us will be professionals. Breakfast will be in your room at 7 AM. Eat it all, because you will hate yourself, later in the day if you don't. I will let Suzette read you the riot act, when we get to the salon. 

We will leave the hotel at 10:30 AM and arrive at the salon just before 11 AM. From that moment, until the moment we are allowed to leave, you no longer are in control of your lives. Suzette, and her tiny women, all dressed in black; own your body, and soul. I have been through this once for my wedding, so I am prepared. You have no idea what is about to happen to you, and nothing I say can prepare you. Put your purses into the room safe and lock them up. You will not need them at all during the time we are being fitted. I know you will feel naked without them, but it will be safer if you do not carry them. When we start shopping you can carry your purses with you. My husband, Dycke and Callie's fiancé, Harold has ordered us to spend outrageous amounts of money on ourselves. We objected fiercely, to this demand, but we lost. Therefore we have to spend their money, to buy new summer and winter ensembles. We both feel terrible about this, but someone has to do it, and we will do our best. 

They also said we must spend some of their money on you, although not so generously. We will do our best to figure out exactly what the limits of that statement mean, and if we are wrong; it is an awful long way to make a return."

"It is time for us to take Callie to the hotel, especially if you want a captain for tomorrow mornings flight. We will be at the airport at 5:30 AM to have the airplane ready for you when you arrive at 6:15 AM. There will be a buffet breakfast at the terminal for everyone, good night."

***

Following Payne's directions, five women showed up at the airport the next morning dressed for bed. Callaway's bridesmaids, Elizabeth, Joanne, and Terri, came straight from the hospital after working their 12-hour shift. Now they were on vacation until they came back. No one knew the exact date that would be. They were dressed in hospital greens, with heavy green and white slipper socks. Catherine was in pajamas and a robe. However the show was stolen by Claire. She was wearing a one-piece bunny suit, without the ears. Her husband, Doctor Ted Vincennes was walking around the buffet area, with his video camera. None of the comments he received were complementary. For the first time, in his memory, his mother threatened to kill him, if he did not turn that infernal machine.

At 6:45 AM, their flight was called, and everyone moved towards the aircraft. Harold held onto Callie, a little longer than he was allowed.

"You have no idea how much I love you, and I am going to miss you. Every day I am without you is going to feel like a year. I want you to have the best time of your life. When you come back, I want you to tell me everything you did. One day we will go back together, and do it all over again."

Callalily started crying. "I love you Harold. I want you to go to Charleston and buy an apartment. Payne told me Dycke misses you a lot, and I think she and I are going to become very good friends. She said she would fly here, take us to Charleston, and fly us back. I think it will work out beautifully, for both of us."

"As soon as you are in the air, I will call Dycke and see if he has any spare time this week. If he does, I will fly there and stay with him for a few days, while I look for an apartment for us."

"I love you, Harold; I always will."

"I have waited a long time for you, Callie. You were very well worth the wait. Come on, the airplane will leave without you, if we don't hurry."

When they arrived at the steps to the aircraft, Payne was walking down them. She said, "It's 7:02 AM, did you two enjoy your time in the bathroom together? Did you at least give her time to clean up after you ravished her on the floor?"

Harold said, "To quote a friend of mine Payne, 'It's a tough life, but someone has to live it.'"

"Yes, Harold, Dycke uses that quote a lot. He also walks around with a lot of bruises on his body after he uses them. Would you like to join him?

"No thank you, Payne, if I get bruises, I'd rather Callie, give them to me." 

"Callie, kiss the man goodbye, get on my airplane and strap yourself in. We leave in five minutes."

After kissing Harold, Callalily scurried up the stairs into the Gulfstream, and strapped herself in. She never sat in first class on a commercial jet, but the inside of this aircraft was beyond luxurious. She looked at her mother, sister, and bridesmaids, and said, "If they all turn out like this one, I think I'm going to have Harold make more phone calls in the future." 

Payne moved closer to Harold and said, "Dycke is waiting for your phone call. If you are available, he will take off Friday and Monday. You two can have a long weekend looking at apartments together."

"How did you know about the apartment, already?"

Alexis and Willie said, "Good morning, Mister Chase," as they walked past him, up the staircase, and into the aircraft.

Payne smiled and said, "A few birds told me."

Harold thought for a second, and remembered seeing the two young women, clearing away the remains of the buffet breakfast. He did not think they were close enough to hear Callie's private remarks, but with a little electronic help, nothing was privileged anymore.

"Very sneaky, Payne, but that means I get first shot at your husband. He may not live for you to get revenge."

"Wait until after you marry Callie to do anything illegal. I need a very rich friend to keep up with my lifestyle. She has no idea how wealthy you are. What is even more remarkable about that young woman is, 'She doesn't care.' You could be the son of a shoemaker and all she thinks about is how happy and secure you make her feel. The girl is a keeper Harold; don't fuck this up."

"I have no intention of doing that Payne. Keep an eye on her for me. Please bring her back to me in one lovely piece."

"Will do Harold; look at the time, its 7:07 AM. I am running 7 minutes late, already. Do you know what that means, Harold? It means I am going to have to fly faster than usual to make up for those lost minutes. Say goodbye Harold, it's time to get this bird in the air."

"Goodbye, Payne, have a safe flight."

****

Two hours and 30 minutes after Payne took off, another Gulfstream 650 landed in Sedona. Bob Short walked down the steps, retrieved his bag, and walked towards the terminal. Before he got there, the big jet spooled up its engines, and taxied towards the runway for its continuing trip to San Diego.

Bob believed this assignment would take him no more than three days. The Callaway's had lived in Cottonwood, for more than 30 years, and in a little town, everyone knew everything about everyone else's business. He drove his rental car directly to the Public Safety Building, announced that he was entering with a firearm, which he had permits to carry. He walked up to the desk commander put his gun on the counter and presented his Federal Credentials. Corporal Timmins ran them through the computer to verify they were legitimate, and they came back clean. He handed them back, and told Bob to have a nice stay in the area.

Amanda walked over to the desk and asked Timmins, "Who was the last man who walked in here with Federal Credentials?"

"Alan Robbins; he almost died in here, even though he worked for the FBI. This guy works for a private outfit."

"Run those credentials again, and see who we works for?

"After 20 minutes of trying, they kept running into a stone wall. One time the computer said he worked for General Motors. The next time it said he worked for General Electric. Then it was General Dynamics, General Steel, General Tires, and General Welfare."

Amanda said, "Do you have a feeling we are being jerked around?"

"No Amanda, I don't have a feeling, I am sure of it. Whoever he is, he is being covered by someone very big."

(Note: Dear readers, I will not go into everything that happened in Paris at this point. If you have read my story, "Having Fun with Dycke and Payne, you will remember, there were four young women that were sent away to a Catholic University in upstate New York. You will also remember the reason for this isolation. The one constant request I get is to bring them back into the fold, in another story. Although this story is not finished, I am attempting to build an outline that will bring these four women together with Payne, quite accidentally, while she is in Paris. If I can accomplish this, with enough new material to make it interesting for you, that will be my next story. Prolonged_Debut10)

***

74. Freedom.

The words Patricia Parent wanted to hear desperately came Saturday morning, not Friday afternoon as she had hoped. 

Patty turned, looked at Doctor Nall, and said, "Do you mean I'm free?"

Doctor Nall replied, "Yes Patricia, you are free to go. However, you still owe me a game of chess."

"Name the time and the place doctor, and I will be there."

"Do you mean that, Patricia?"

"I do not lie, Doctor."

"Here and now, Patricia. The board is set up in the cafeteria, and people are waiting to watch you lose."

"Very cute doctor; you set this up knowing that I would not turn you down. Lead the way; I will try not to be too hard on you."

As they entered the cafeteria, it looked like half the staff was there to watch the two combatants play. The hospital's closed-circuit television camera was set up to broadcast the match. 

As they sat down to play, Patty said, "The choice of color is yours doctor."

Doctor Nall chose white and the match was on.

Doctor Nall opened with Pawn to King 4, which Patricia answered with Pawn Queen Bishop 4.

After two more moves Doctor Nall looked at Patricia and said smile. "You are going to play the Caro-Kann Defense." 

Patricia nodded.

Doctor Nall laughed, and said, "You are a dead woman."

"How much would you like to wager Doctor?"

"I will go for the damn ride in the glider."

"What would you like from me, doctor?"

"The way that big oaf behind you is smiling, why would I bother asking."

"He could be wrong."

"You cook me dinner for a week."

"That is acceptable."

After the next move, Patricia wrote something on a piece of paper, folded it, and handed it to Stephano. He peered at it, smiled, and kept it in his hand.

Twenty-three moves later the end was in sight, but the doctor refused to give in. She knew there had to be away around the juggernaut she was facing. Nine moves later, she tipped her king over in defeat.

Patty asked Stephano to give Doctor Nall the piece of paper she had given him after the fourth move of the game. She opened it, saw the number 35, and threw it on the board. She checked her sheet, and counted her moves. She screamed, "How could you possibly know you were going to beat me in 35 moves."

"It was very easy, Doctor. It is all in knowing your opponent."

"Get out of my hospital, before I throw you out."

"With pleasure, doctor, and thank you for everything you've done for me."

"I will see you in one month in my office for your follow-up."

"I will see you in 6 weeks; at my wedding. No excuses allowed doctor. You can come by glider if you want."

"OUT; Get Out Now; before I start testing you for a phantom disease."

***

William and Jemma kissed Patty goodbye, before they headed back to New York City. Bruno and Victoria had been taken back to Fort Polk earlier in the week. This left just the two of them for the first time, since she had come out of the coma. 

To Stephano, the silence was deafening. To Patty, she had everything she needed; 'Him.' 

He did not realize how much he had come to depend on those around him to help him survive the weeks she was in her extended sleep. Now he had to refocus his energies on her. He had a surprise waiting outside for her the hospital. He hoped she would enjoy it. Instead of taking her out through the main entrance of the hospital, they took her out through the delivery entrance. Parked there, with the motor running, was her motorhome. She looked at him and said, "How did that get here?"

"Would you believe I read the manual?"

"No."

"Would you believe I read the manual, and took lessons?"

"Did you scratch my home?"

"How would you be able to prove it was me, not another driver, or the fire?"

"I could tell by the side the scratches were on and stop trying to put the blame on someone else for you are inadequacies."

"In that case, there are no scratches on your motorhome. Do you want to sit in the wheelchair all day, or do you want to get into that monstrosity, and drive us home?"

"You drive; I want to watch you make a fool of yourself."

"Strap yourself in, madam. The best bus driver in all of New York State is going to take you to Glens Falls, New York."

"Stephano, you can't even drive a stick shift."

"That thing out there is an automatic."

"That coach is not a thing. It is my home, and you better not hurt it."

"If I hurt it, you won't fool around with me anymore. I will be extremely careful with it, because I love playing with your body."

"Men, they all have a one track mind."

"This is a bus, Madam, not a train. It goes on a road, not railroad tracks. Sometimes I wonder how you women survive."

"Stephano, you better start driving, before you get in more trouble than you can get out of." 

Stephano drove onto Interstate 87, and headed north. 203 miles later, he parked the motorhome, next to the water, electrical and sanitary hookups behind the area the new barn was being built. He went outside to make sure the concrete blocks were in the correct place for the hydraulic jacks to lift the vehicle off the ground, and stabilize it. He connected the hookups, returned to the inside of the bus, and pushed the lever that lowered the jack stands, raised the vehicle of the ground, and leveled the vehicle perfectly. Everything went by the book, and the motorhome was back where Patty had originally placed it.

Then he realized he had not seen or heard a word from Patty, since they arrived. He walked to the back of the bus, and opened the privacy screen, for the bedroom area. There she was lying on the bed, as naked as the days he was born.

She said, "I knew you would miss me sooner or later. Would you care to join me?"

Stephano replied, "All your horses could not keep the away. You look so beautiful Patty. In my heart, I never thought I would see you this way again. I thought I had lost you forever."

He undressed, and lay down beside her.

As they cuddled close together, she said, "I heard you calling me, Steph. I heard every beautiful word you said to me. I just could not reconcile the thought of those people attacking me, attacking you, or attacking our children to get even, someday in our future. I wanted to die, but you kept calling me back. You would not let me go. Then you tricked me with your story about Jemma. You called me back with a story about one of the two other people in this world I cared about, almost as much as you."




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 17



"It was your mother's doing, Patty. She could drive a sane person crazy, in a matter of moments. She gives you oblique hints, and then tells you to figure it out."

"My mom used to tell me stories about how she did the same thing to my dad. Even though they were only together for a relatively short period of time, she would drive him crazy doing it to him."

Stephano ran his hand over the area where Patty's hair has been cut off. It was slightly more than an inch long now, and he kissed the spot the surgeon had to cut into her head.

"I can't wait for your hair grow back and cover the scar. It is the only imperfection on your body."

"Steph, do you want to play, or do you want to talk?"

"Honestly, my love, I missed you so much, I would like to talk. I know that sounds funny coming from me, but I almost lost you. I was never so frightened in my life. I want to hold you, keep you close and safe in my arms, and talk about our future together."

Patty crawled on top of his body, lay her head on his shoulder, and did not move.

She said, "We have a lot of work to do, if you want to get married in 6 weeks. I want to invite everyone from Fire Department Party. They deserve to be at a happy occasion, rather than a traumatic one. My father will probably want the Attorney General, his staff and friends to be invited. They are close friends. Everyone from Imperial's, Michael and his family, and a whole host of other dignitaries have to be invited. We are looking at well over 500 people, plus the security arrangements. You had better pick out a perfect day, because if it rains, I will kill you."

"Since when do I have control over the weather?"

"You had better talk to your new best friend, and arrange it with her."

"When did your mother and I become best friends?"

"I am here, lying on top of you, aren't I? Who gave you the hints to get me here?"

"Patty, I told you I would keep my mother, because it was too hard dealing with yours."

"I know, Steph, but I have a feeling she is not through with you yet."

"You have no idea, how warm and fuzzy that makes me feel, Patricia. It makes me want to grab a porcupine and hug it."

"Steph does this thing ever wake up? I know it has a problem staying up, but I did not know it has a problem waking up."

"I told you I wanted to talk. If I wanted to play, he would be awake."

"I am all talked out, and I want to play. You know the rules. We have broken a great many of them. The others I have to save for our wedding night; so teach me more. I want to please my husband on our wedding night. Otherwise, you will force me to go to Jemma, and start taking lessons."

"No, you will not. I will give you all the instructions you need to please me. You will tell me everything your body wants for me to please you."

"Steph, I think it's waking up. Was it something I said?"

"You bet your ass it was."

"Oh no you don't, I am not getting spanked again."

"I don't see why not, you came when I spanked you last time."

"I most certainly did not cum."

"Would you like me to prove it?"

"Is there a less painful way to prove it?"

"I could try, but it will not be as much fun for you, or for me."

"I don't know how much fun it was for you, Stephano, but it certainly was no fun for me."

"I thought you did not lie. You came when I spanked you, and you know it."

"You are a real bastard Stephano. You know there is only one-way I can prove you are wrong. I have to let you spank me again, and that is not fair."

"I will make it fair, Patty. If you do not cum, when I am finished spanking you, I will buy a punishment paddle, and you can use it on me."

"I don't know what a punishment paddle is."

"It is a paddle they used to indoctrinate freshman into a fraternity. The 'Pledges' have to bend over, naked, and each member of the fraternity uses the paddle to smack them on their ass. It is a very demeaning and very painful process. I was not able to sit for 3 days after my initiation."

"I could not do that to you, I might seriously hurt you."

"Patty, if 75 men did not destroy my rear end, I doubt that you could hurt me anymore than they did."

"75 men hit you with a punishment paddle, and you were still able to walk?"

"I didn't say that, did I? I was helped into an ice bath, which nearly killed me. I thought I would die from that experience, but they assured me it would help ease the pain. It did, and I was grateful afterwards. Many of the other pledges did not make it through their initiation, and I can understand why. When I became president as a senior, I did away with the punishment paddle, because I thought it was too cruel for any member to go through."

"Steph, you even had a soft side, when you were in college."

"You won't say that, when you hear what I replaced it with."

"Oh God, what did you, and your evil mind do?"

"Each pledge had to prove they took the virginity of 3 women by the end of their First Semester. They could not say they did it, they had to prove it. The girl had to admit it to another fraternity member, or put it in writing."

"I take it back, Stephano. You do not have a heart. You had a constant hard-on, while you were in college."

Stephano kissed her nose, and said, "You knew that about me from the first day we met."

"I accept your challenge, Steph. If your punishment paddle is anything less than you advertised it to be, I will make one for my own use, and experiment with it on you."

"Patty, have I ever told you how much I love your ass?"

"Yes, Stephano, you have. However, I have lost a lot of weight, and I fear you will be disappointed when you see it. I didn't lose a lot of weight from my chest. There is only one other area I could lose it from, and that is it."

"I will be the judge of that, Patty. Get off me, move down to the end of the bed, and get ready to be spanked 10 times. I can't wait to see you cum again."

"You have absolutely no chance, Stephano. It didn't happen the first time. It will not happen this time either. I hope you love the punishment paddle. I am going to give it to you good."

"Do you want to bet?"

"This is your bet dummy."

"Girl, you have just sealed your fate."

Patty stood at the end of the bed, waiting for him to move into position. When he was ready, she laid her body across his knees, and waited for the first indignity. She felt his hand move across her buttocks. He moved her body back, until he was satisfied with her position. He told her to spread her legs, in order to maintain her balance. She did not remember him telling her to do this last time, but she did not argue with him. She moved her feet until they were 24 inches apart, and realized she was much more stable and comfortable in this position.

Stephano asked, "Are you comfortable, and ready?"

She was about to answer him, when she received the first punishing strike on her tender bottom.

She screamed in pain. "You son of a bitch; you ask me a question, and caught me off guard. I will bite you the next time I have your cock in my mouth."

"We have a bet, and if you cannot take the punishment the bet is off."

"You had all this planned Stephano. I am going to..."

His second blow hit her, and she screeched to the high heavens again. This time she did not talk to him, and waited for the third blow. She lowered her head onto her hands and began concentrating on happier moments in her life.

She felt his hand tenderly moving around her buttocks, trying to lure her back to the here and now. She felt him delve into the furrow, between the cheeks of her ass, and play with the small exit that was there. She tightened her cheeks like a steel trap, to stop him from playing with it. The third collision between his right hand, and the cheeks of her ass occurred swiftly.

He warned her, "Patty, the next time you try to keep me from an area of your body, by constricting your muscles around my hand, instead of relaxing, and letting your body enjoy the sensations that are running through it, you will scream loud enough for the horses to hear you at the far end of the property. You are not allowed to say another word, until I have hit you, the 10th time. Do you understand?"

She raised her head from her hands, and nodded meekly."

"I am in control here. I am going to hit you seven more times. You are going to concentrate on having a huge orgasm, just like you had the last time. You are going to relax and enjoy it. You are going to listen to your body, and not your mind. Do you understand?"

Patty was about to say something nasty to him, when she remembered his warning. There was something in the tone of his voice that demanded she obey him completely. It made her feel as if he was her master. She picked up her head and nodded meekly.

"Very good, lay down your head, and listen to everything your body tells you. If you listen to anything else I will know, because your body will tense up, and I will hit you harder each time you disobey me."

She tried to relax as his hand continued roving over her bottom tenderly. She did not remember him doing this the last time. She could not say, or do anything, without fear of retribution.

As she relaxed, under his tender ministrations, he let loose the fifth assault on her bottom, but for some reason, she did not cry out in pain. She settled down into her position and resumed thinking where she left off. She felt his hand move into the furrow of her behind again, and this time as it passed over the tiny star, she did not react.

Stephano leaned down and kissed her head. "Good girl," He continued running his hand up and down to split between the cheeks of her ass. She felt his hand move lower, to her perineum, and she froze.

Instantly, she was in pain for the sixth time from the contact of his hand on her bottom. He screamed at her. "What did I tell you? You have no rights here, until I hit you 10 times. If you do not cum by the tenth time, you can use the punishment paddle on me. You will relax and listen to your body. You will do nothing else, unless I tell you to do it."

Patty nodded her head, subserviently, and resumed her position. She wanted to tell him to go fuck himself, but she held her tongue. She did not remember him doing these things to her last time, but she did not want to get hit any harder than he just did. Her eyes were glassy, but she refused to cry; at least not yet. She had not reached that point.

Stephano's hands began to work in tandem. His left hand played with the nipple of her left breast, while his right hand returned to her perineum. He rubbed the area between her asshole and pussy, until he heard a low moan, and felt fluid start to flow. He did not want her to cross over that threshold just yet, so he removed his right hand swiftly, and hit her for the seventh time.

Involuntarily Patty said, "Oh fuck."

With irritation and his voice Stephano asked, "Did you say something?"

"Yes, it slipped out."

"If anything slips out again, I am going to fuck you in the ass."

"I am not sure if that is against the rules, Steph?"

Stephano was slightly taken aback by then answer. Had she just given him permission to fuck her in the ass, before they were married, or was it a slip of the tongue? They would have to discuss that later.

"Do you want to concede now that you are going to have an orgasm, or do you want to continue lying to yourself?"

"I have not had an orgasm. You are treating me like a piece of meat, and I will not cum for you under these conditions."

"I am not treating you like a piece of meat. I am only trying to show you that you are stubborn woman. You will not allow yourself the pleasures of your own body. You refuse to let yourself go, even when a man loves you beyond all else. While you were in a coma, I rarely left your side. I would not let them cut another hole in you, because you are perfect the way you were. If you were going to die, I was going to die alongside you, because my life would have been worthless without you. Here you are telling me that I am treating you like something I bought the store. I loved you from the moment I saw you. Sometimes I was an asshole in the way I treated you. However, I grew up, and learned the value of loving someone as special, and as rare as you are. You are in the position you are now, because you refuse to acknowledge that sometimes pain can produce pleasure. We would not be together if that was not true."

Patty said, "I am going to enjoy hitting you with the paddle, Steph. If you believe pain can bring pleasure, you are going to be very happy with me."

"Just remember, 'Little One,' you only get to use the paddle, if you do not cum."

"I will lift weights, until the paddle arrives. I want to make sure you feel a great deal of pain." Or

Stephano laughed, "Lifting 2 pound weights will not help you that much Patty."

"Shut up, and get this over with. Then, I will poison your food."

"Should I invite Brad over to be my food taster?"

"Are you reneging on your debt? It's getting cold in here."

"I am going to warm you; from your bottom, up. Resume your position madam."

"I am glad you're using your hand, because that other thing is still not awake."

"There was a time Patricia, all you wanted to do was avoid that thing. Now you have developed a keen interest in it. I wouldn't worry too much about it. When the time comes, he will keep you busy enough."

"All talk and no action, Stephano."

"The only reason there is no action, Patricia, is because you want to remain a virgin, until our wedding night. If you wish to void that contract, say the word, and I will remove that little piece of flesh from you right now."

Patricia knew her bluff had been called. She dropped her head and said, "You know I won't do that, Steph."

"Patty, you should know I will not take it from you, until our wedding night. I have told you that many times." I will buy

She smiled at him, crawled across his lap, and resumed her subservient position. He told her to spread her legs and immediately resumed playing with his target areas. Soon her hips were swaying, as they had been previously, and the fluids were leaking out of her body.

Stephano decided it was time. He would drive her over the edge, like a boat going over a waterfall. He would put her through pain and pleasure, in a continuous riot of opposite sensations. He moved his finger forward of her perineum, and touched opening of her vagina, and will see you as is his with two fingers.

Patty's eyes opened wide and she screamed, "No, don't..."

Before the next word was out of her mouth, he smacked her for the eighth time. As the pitch of her scream was lessening, two fingers were moving up and down the lips of her vulva, causing them to puff up to their maximum size. Her clit hood swelled with blood, turning bright red, and her clit popped out of its covering, crying out for attention. Her body was confused. The throbbing pain in her backside never relented. The Thalamus in her brain, and the pain receptors in her spinal column were working at light speed, delivering messages of agony throughout her body. However, her Pituitary Gland was sending messages to each of her sexual organs that Nirvana was just millimeters away. Concentrate, it kept saying, concentrate on his fingers, and as much as she tried to avoid thinking about having an orgasm, this annoying message getting through to her sexual centers. 

Then, he changed his attack and zeroed in on that tiniest pleasure center. Everything else stopped, as his fingers zeroed in on her clitoris. Three fingers were working continuously on the tiny center of nerves.

Patty tried desperately to move away her hips away from those fingers. She had to avoid them, but he quickly warned her of the consequences of her actions.

She screamed at him, "I can't stand it, I can't, I can't..." She moved her hips rapidly and attempted to get away from his fingers. When she did, she suffered the punishment of her actions.

Stephano smacked her for the ninth time. Patricia screamed in protest. When her mind returned from the agony, those three fingers were riotously playing a tattoo on her clit. Beat after beat, they pounded a symphony on the bundle of more than 8000 connected nerve ending that formed her clitoris. Patricia's head reared back, her mouth opened, and just prior to the moment she was about to explode, he removed his hand and stopped everything. 

Patty's mind and body hung in limbo. She did not understand what was happening. Her pain center sent out messages that the pain was diminishing. Her sexual frustration was rising. She wanted to lift her head to see what he was doing, but she was afraid to look. 10 seconds, 15 seconds, 20 seconds, she could no longer stand the suspense. She lifted her head, and turned to look at him just in time to see him smile at her, and bring his hand down, with all his might, for the 10th time.

Patty screamed in the agony. Her cheeks flamed red. Her pain center is overloaded and short-circuited her systems. The messages of ecstasy, from her Pituitary gland, were no longer restricted by the pain impulses. She was overtaken by an immense orgasm that shook her body to its core. She screamed as her essence poured out of her body, in a heady profusion of pleasure and pain. She flooded his lap, legs, and bed. She continued squirting, until a puddle formed on the floor. She lowered her head onto her hands to rest once again. The bastard had won. Her husband had won, and he had timed it perfectly. She had no recourse. He had bragging rights in their bedroom. She would kill him if he ever mentioned it to anyone, EVER.

He rubbed her behind, as she whimpered, and calmed down. Stephano asked, "How are you feeling, baby?" 

She covered her face, smiled, and said, "Kiss my ass, you aberrant bastard."

His answer was as direct as hers. He slipped his arms under her hips, and raised her ass high enough so he could kiss both cheeks easily. While he was there, he decided to take little love bites out of those luscious, bruised cheeks."

"Stop that you idiot, it hurts."

"Patty, I don't know where you lost weight, but it definitely was not from here. These are as luscious as ever."

"Let me go, you pervert. You would say anything to get back into my good graces now."

"No, I don't have to do anything. We made a bet; you lost, and I won. It is just as simple as that. If you want to continue sulking about it, that is your prerogative. However, you have a wedding to plan, and you won't do a very good job of it, while you are angry with me. If you want me to help, I will be more than happy to do my share. We need to get you a dress, which could be time-consuming. We have to find a place to hold the reception and the wedding. It is time to get a move on it lady."

"Mister Valentino, are you going senile?"

Stephano thought for a minute, looked at her, and said, "Why, what did I do wrong now?"

"I seem to remember you had the entire wedding planned. While I was unconscious you told me you were going to marry me, in the one place I was happy, which is on this ranch. You told me you were going to cover the entire place with large tents. The affair was going to be catered by 'Mama Leones, and Ruth Chris Steakhouse.' You told me all these wonderful things, while I was asleep. I remember everything you said. Were you just talking, or did you mean what you said?"

Stephano knew he was trapped. He didn't remember saying these things, but if Patty said she remembered him saying it, and was now questioning if he meant it, or not, he would agree with anything she said.

"Patty, if that is what you remember me saying, that is what I will do. It will be the wedding of your dreams, and nothing will stand in my way of my giving it to you."

"Now, Stephano, what is this thing about fucking me in the ass. Isn't that going to hurt? Doesn't that other thing have to get hard, first? I haven't seen it hard, in a very long time. Should you see a doctor about it, before we get married? Are you sure you will be able to have children with me? Are you going to be able to have children with anyone? I really do want to have children, and if I can't get them from you, I guess I could always have Brad stand in for you." 




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 17



She saw the color rising in his cheeks, so she threw a pillow at him, hitting him in the face. She leapt off the bed, ran towards the bathroom, and locked the door.

Stephano walked slowly towards the small bathroom area and tapped on the door.

She smiled and said, "There is no one in here."

"That is very good news, because if there was someone in there, she would be in for another spanking."

"There is no way this person will submit to another spanking. She will get her gun and shoot the perpetrator in the foot. No, wait a minute, he uses his feet. I will shoot him in that part that never seems to wake up."

"Patricia, in the medicine cabinet is a little tube of Vaseline. Come out here and bring it with you. You are about to find out that the little thing that does not wake up at your command, does wake up, when I want it to. Thanks to your continued insults to my manhood, I am going to take one more of your virgin openings, and leave you with only one for our wedding night. I will not do this without your approval, of course, but you are going to have him down your throat or up your ass very shortly."

Patricia shook her head and held it in her hands. "Why is it I can't control my mouth with him. I always go too far. Now, I have to eat crow, again. He is perfect for me, and he keeps me under control. I couldn't love him anymore if I tried."

Laura Garrett said to her daughter, "It's about time you figured that out. Once you two are happily married, I can go on to my next job. They are making me hang around to get you to straightened out first."

"What next job, mother? Don't you go to everlasting rest or peace, as they say at church?"

"Everlasting Peace is a joke invented by religions, to help you not fear death. When you hit the 'Big Time,' and you have led a good life that is when your work really begins. It is better than going to the non-area, where you wander aimlessly, in total darkness, for eons. However, it is a job for eternity and you have to deal with some really strange people. When we get unruly children, like you and Stephano, there aren't enough marriage counselors to try and straighten things out here. There are other planets, and other solar systems, with cultures that need assistance also. We are barely holding our own here. Thank goodness for the 'Trigaleans.' They are a monogamous society, with less than a one percent divorce rate. They send their counselors here, to help us with our problems. Marriage rates here are down. People who are cohabitating are happier than people who are married. We have a lot to do with that. We don't care about the piece of paper as much as we care about people being happy, while they are together. If they start to mess up their children, we start meddling in their affairs, to make them understand they are better off together, then they would be a part. We don't care if the divorce rate is 50% or more, as long as the terms are equitable. As long as the children are taken care of properly that is all the boss asks for. If one party takes advantage of the other, in the divorce, 'She' has ways of taking care of things in the end. 'She' has a fantastic memory."

"Mom, you mean 'He' is a She?"

"She always has been, always will be my dear. She does look good for her age."

"How old is She, mom?"

"Forever."

"That is a hard number to wrap your head around, mom."

"You should have a conversation with 'Her' sometime. It seems like you are talking to 'Her' for hours, and when the meeting is over, it's the same time, the meeting started. It's the most amazing thing I have ever done."

"Mom, why didn't you come to me, while I was in the coma?"

"Other things had to be done during that time. I was around. I spoke with Stephano to give him guidance. He was yours since birth, but it took my death to get you two together. There was no other way. You were too smart and hardheaded. You took, after your father and me. It was the worst possible combination. 

Stephano was too cocksure of himself, and immature. He was his father's child, and grew up in a brutal male society. In other words, you two were the perfect mismatch on the outside. On the inside, you were perfect for each other."

"I guess 'She' does have a sense of humor."

Stephano knocked on the door and asked, "Patty, did you fall in?"

"No, I am fine. I'm talking with my mother."

"Say hello for me, and don't forget to tell her what my father said."

"I guess you already know what Bruno Valentino wants you to know mom."

"Yes I do, Patty. I cannot help him. 'She' has made her decision for him, because of what he has done during his lifetime. Victoria will not grieve for long, after he passes. She will pass soon after he does, because her services are needed with us. It will be a trying time for Stephano. 

The three Don's will be released soon. Keep Stephano close to you. Don't let them tempt him to take over his father's 'Family.' It will be his ruination."

"I would die first, mother."

"Yes, I know. Goodbye baby, I have to leave now. I will be back before the wedding."

Patty left the bathroom in tears. Stephano took her into his arms, and held her closely. "What is wrong, darling? What did your mother say?"

Patty swung at him and smacked him in the face. "Don't you ever mention going back into your father's business to me. Never, not one word, if you do I will leave you, and you will never find me."

Stephano gripped her, and asked, "What did your mother say?"

Patty told him everything, down to the smallest detail. The only part she was not allowed to remember was about his father and mother. That portion of the conversation was wiped from her memory. When her mother said, "It will be his ruination, and Patty replied, "I would die first, mother. Stephano immediately understood the implications of her mother's answer.

"Patty, I will put a bullet in my head, before I join my father's family business."

"What good would that do for me and our children, Stephano? That is not a man's way out of a problem. You must not accept any invitation to go near those people. Stay away from them Steph, or you will lose me and your family, quicker than you can blink."

"I give you my word, Patty, if I am ever contacted by those people I will tell you immediately, and we will call Michael to see what we should do." 

"Why can't you just say no to them, Stephano?"

"Patty, you know them as well as I do. They will not accept 'NO' for an answer."

***

75. A Spy Gets Caught?

Bob Short found getting information about Callalily Callaway, and Harold Chase harder than he expected. Everyone he asked told him they were really nice folks, but would not give any further information about them. They asked him if he was a reporter and he told them he was not. He knew they were getting married, and was wondering what he could get them as a gift.

The word got around town about this newcomer asking questions about Callie and Harold, and eventually it got to Sergeant and Alan. They thought someone might be scoping out the area for an eventual kidnapping or a robbery, so they decided to do a little investigating of their own. They decided to have Joe come along with them to put a little more fear into the little man who is asking all these questions.

Alan said to Sergeant, "Why don't we have him meet us at the building site tomorrow. We will be the only ones there, and we can have a nice, friendly, discussion."

Sergeant smiled at Alan and said, "Just make sure Joe gets here before he does."

Alan called the Airport 'Residence Inn.' He left a message to have Mister Short call him when he returned. Bob Short called them at 8:30 PM.

"Mister Robbins, this is Bob Short returning your call. What can I do for you?"

"Good evening, Mister Short, it is more like what I can do for you. Miss Callaway is my son's godmother, and I understand you have been asking questions about her. If you would like to meet me tomorrow morning around 10 AM, I would be more than happy to answer most any questions you may have about her, as long as they are not too personal."

"No Mister Robbins, it is nothing like that I assure you; where can we meet?"

"Does your cell phone have GPS on it?"

"Yes sir, it does."

"I'll give you the coordinates to the building site of our new home. We will be working there for a few hours tomorrow morning, before we go home to get ready for church. I can fit you in in the middle, unless you need more time?"

"No Mister Robbins, 10 or 15 minutes will be more than adequate."

******

As soon as Susan saw the boys walk through the front door, she looked at Cassandra, and said, "They are up to no good again."

Cassandra replied, "One day Susan, you are going to tell me something new. This will come to a stop in three weeks, when Doc takes these four gorillas out of my stomach. I don't think they have slept a minute in the last week. Between the four of them, and your cousin's snoring, I don't get any rest that all."

Susan patted Cassandra's enlarged belly and said, "I can't do anything about these baby gorillas, but you can always kick the other guerrilla out of your bed and into another room. I still have two more empty ones, plus the couch downstairs."

Sergeant yelled, "I am not sleeping on that damned couch."

Alan laughed. "I think his mood is getting better as the time for the babies is getting closer." When

Sergeant reminded Alan of the schedule that was drawn up for the care and feeding of the four new young ones.

Alan became grouchy. "I don't know how I got hoodwinked into that, except that my darling wife reminded me that she will sleep with the gun close to her pillow, if I don't keep my end of the bargain. I don't think I mind that part so much. It's the part where she nails my balls to the wall that has me worried. She is very accurate with a hammer."

"Alan, what are you and my idiot cousin up to now?"

"Sergeant, how can you stand there, and be a man, while letting that woman call you an 'idiot cousin?'

"It's very easy Alan. I don't want my balls hanging from the wall, next to yours."

Cassandra said, "Don't worry dear, Susan won't do that to you, because they belong to me. I will hang them on the wall for her."

Susan said, "Alan, answer the question. What is going on tomorrow?"

"Sarge, Joe, and I are going to the building site, and working on the house for a few hours tomorrow morning. Then we will come back around 10:30 AM and get ready for church."

"Sergeant what did he leave out?"

"We are meeting a guy, for about 10 minutes, who has been asking questions about Callie. We want to know why?"

Susan picked up the house phone and called Amanda.

Amanda screamed, "I am about to get raped, this is a better be good."

"Pregnant women are not supposed to get raped. What do you know about a man asking questions about Callie?"

"He's totally legit; works for a big-time corporation out of South Carolina. He carries a bazooka for a gun, and has all the licenses and permits to use it. We checked him out all the way up to the feds, and finally got a bead on him. Why, what has he done?"

"Our idiots are meeting with him in the morning."

"When you say our idiots, is one of those idiots mine?"

"Yes, my dear, it certainly is."

"Should we bring cameras and watch them fall?"

"Really, are you sure?"

"Do you remember the movie 'Lethal Weapon?"

"Who doesn't remember it?"

"This guy is the real deal."

"Bring the cameras. I'll bring the goodies."

As Susan hung up the phone, Alan asked, "What was that all about?"

"There is going to be entertainment, after church tomorrow. They told Amanda to bring the cameras and I'm going to bring some goodies and drinks. You two had better not be late for church."

***

The following morning at a 6:45AM, Joe drove up to the building site in his pickup. Shortly afterward, Alan and Sergeant joined him. The roof was completely done. Because this area was prone to brushfires, they decided to put on a metal roof. It was slightly more expensive than other types of roofing, but it would last forever, and it would not burn. The walls were poured concrete reinforced with rebar. The tricky part was to find a fireproof shingle to put on the exterior walls to have it blend into the rustic scenery around it. Cassandra found it online, from a company that recycled tires, fiberglass, and any other product that did not readily burn. 

What Sergeant and Cassandra had now, was a house that was 90% completed on the outside and 2% completed on the inside. The Windows would be coming in soon. After they were installed the house would be weatherproof and varmint proof. The house measured 3250 square feet under air on one level, with a two-car garage.

*****

At 9:15 AM, Bob turned onto a dirt road going towards the GPS coordinates he was given. It was one dirt road too soon, and he wound up driving straight to Susan's home. He started to back up, when Susan popped out of the front door, with Callum running to see who it was.

Bob stopped his car, got out, and said, "I'm sorry ma'am. I must've made a wrong turn. I'm looking for a house that's under construction in this area. I know I'm close, but I'd better get back on 89A and go a little further south."

Susan replied, "Are you supposed to meet Alan Robbins?"

"Yes ma'am, I am."

"You're a little early for a 10 o'clock meeting. He'll be working until then. Why don't you come in until then, and I will fix you some breakfast."

"I don't want to put you through any bother ma'am."

"It's no bother at all, Bob. Coffee's already on the stove, the rest of the stuff will take minutes."

Susan yelled out, "Callum, if you get dirty, I'm throwing you in the washing machine; clothes and all."

Callum grabbed Bob hand, and dragged him towards the house.

As Bob entered he said to Susan, "Ma'am, I want you to know I'm carrying a gun."

"Yes, Bob, I know."

"How did you know my name?"

"This is a very small town, Bob. You have been asking a lot of questions about my son's godmother, and it did not take very long for my phone to ring." She put a mug of coffee in front of him, with milk, sugar, and a spoon. "What everyone is wondering is why someone from Charleston, South Carolina wants to know so much about Callie?"

"You have me at a disadvantage ma'am. What do I call you?"

"I'm sorry; I am Susan Robbins, and the pregnant lady that is about to appear is Cassandra Sherwood."

Cassie turned the corner, and Bob said, "Good morning Mrs. Sherwood; how many do you have in there?"

"Good morning Bob and thank you for not thinking there was only one, because there are four in here."

"Was it an accident, or accidentally on purpose?"

"I was told I could never have children. I got married a little more than seven months ago. I believe the doctor was wrong."

"If I were you, I would have words with the doctor who told you that you couldn't have children."

"If he were still alive, I would have more than words with him."

Susan put a plate of steak and eggs in front of Bob and sat down next to him. "Now Bob, what do you want to know about Callie?"

"How discrete can you two women be? I have to know, because I work for a very wealthy man and I do not wish to lose my job. I don't want my wife to lose her job either, because she works for him too."

"How personal are your questions going to be?"

"The questions are not personal at all. You do know that her future husband, Harold Chase, is a very wealthy man."

"Yes, Harold has a lot of money."

"Harold and my boss are very good friends. My boss needs information about Miss Callaway to find out what type of wedding present to buy them. He could give them a check for $1 million, but it would be throwing a penny, in a wishing well to Harold. He wants to give them something that would be so out of the ordinary that no one would ever think of it besides a perverted devious mind."

Cassy looked at Susan and said, "He has to speak to Alan. He fits that profile perfectly."

"I hate to say it, but Cassie is right. If you want someone underhanded, devious, perverted and out of the ordinary to think up a gift for those two, that is my husband. Speaking of husbands, three of them are waiting for you to show up at the building site. They intend to intimidate you, and get this information out of you. You have our permission to give them a hard time. There will be one giant among them; his name is Joe. He is a former professional wrestler called "The Flying Dutchman." Take him seriously. Alan is former FBI, and Sergeant is a former Marine and local law enforcement officer. Don't hurt them too badly please."

"How do you know all of this about me?"

Amanda stuck her head in the door and said, "I told them, of course."

Bob turned around and saw the little woman from the Sheriff's Department standing there. He smiled and said, "There is nothing like living in a little town. You really don't need a telephone system, all you need is women."

Amanda put a hurt face on, and said, "Sir, that is a very sexist remark."

Bob replied, "Ma'am, it was meant to be. I am going to be late for my meeting. I have to go back to 89A, go south, before I go west again?"

"Bob it would be much easier for you to continue along this dirt road straight ahead for a quarter mile, until you see the house that's under construction. That's where the boys will be, and we will be right behind you with our cameras and our goodies."

***

They drove up to the building site, caravan style, and parked in front of the immense building. Bob helped setting up the chairs for Cassie, Callum, Amanda, and Susan. Amanda handed out video and still cameras to everyone, including four-year-old Callum.

When the three men finally emerged from the north side of the building, Sergeant asked, "What is going on?"

Cassandra replied, "We figured out what kind of greeting you were going to give Mister Short, and we wanted to watch you beat the hell out of him, so he can go back to his boss and tell him never to meddle into the affairs of Harold and Callie again. He is all yours boys, have at him."

Sergeant said to his wife, "His name fits his stature. He is so tiny; I can crush him by myself."

"You go get him my big strong Marine. You made me proud, and pregnant."

Bob Short is 5'4" tall and 135 pounds. He worked out every day in Dycke's fourth floor, ultramodern gymnasium, with all the other agents. He trained all the new agents that were hired. Many of them laughed when they saw their instructor and got on the mats with him. The laughing did not last very long. Although he was approaching 50 years old, he had not lost one second of speed or his agility. 

Sergeant made the same mistake looking at his opponent. Seeing his diminutive size and lack of bulky muscle, he thought this bout would end quickly. He was 6 feet tall 210 pounds of mostly muscle. He was developing a little spare tire around his middle, because of Cassie's great cooking, and the slowdown in activity since he retired. He was still very sure of his prowess at fighting.

The two men moved away from the onlookers, and Susan asked, "Are you two ready?"

Both men answered, "Yes." The fight was on, and over.

Sergeant threw a vicious right cross, which Bob easily avoided. He spun down to the ground, kicked both of Sergeants feet out from under him, which landed him on his back. Bob jumped on his chest and put him into a chokehold Sergeant could not recover from.

The fight lasted 8 seconds.

Bob offered his hand to Sergeant in an attempt to help him up, but he slapped it away in anger.

Susan, Cassie, and Amanda were standing up, applauding. "Congratulations, Sergeant that was a masterful display of the manly art of pugilism. Joe, I believe your next."

Joe smiled. "Shouldn't Alan go next? After I pick this little guy up, and throw him down to the ground, it will take us in hour to dig him out."




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 17



Amanda said, "It's all right, Joseph. We have plenty of shovels here, and we will all help you."

Joe stopped in his tracks. "She called me Joseph. She doesn't do that unless I have done something wrong. I don't think I've done anything wrong. Bob, let's get this over with, so I can find out what my wife is thinking about."

Cassie asked if they could stand side-by-side so they could take pictures of them before they started fighting. Joe was 6'11" tall and weighed nearly 280 pounds. He was almost pure muscle. He loved working with wood, and carried planks of it around, like they were twigs. He put the new steel roof on this house by himself, and he loved every minute of it. At 1.5 pounds per square foot, Alan and Sergeant had a hard time picking up one 12-foot panel at a time. Joe hoisted one up on his shoulder, climbed up the ladder, and put it in place, without breaking a sweat. The man was a marvel of strength and agility.

After the pictures were taken, the two men shook hands, and backed away from each other Susan asked if they were ready, and both men, "Yes."

The fight was on. Joe was more cautious after seeing what happened to Sergeant. He got into his wrestlers stance, with his feet wide apart, well balanced and into a crouch that brought his center of gravity down low.

Bob took a karate stance and waited for Joe to attack. He knew Joe was right-handed so he circled to his left, looking for an attack on his deltoid muscle and the nerves that were connected to his neck.

As Joe moved in, Bob tumbled to Joe's left, and hit him with a strong chop to the deltoid muscle region and backed away quickly.

Joe grabbed the muscle, and was in obvious pain. He was a professional and did not react with rage. He stayed away until the pain subsided, and returned to his defense position.

Bob saw that Joe widened his stance and attempted to keep him from circling around him again. However, this gave him an unexpected opening Joe never thought of. He moved in, just outside of Joe's reach, and in a lightning move, dove between Joe's legs, spun around, and was on his back before Joe could react. His left hand was around Joe's neck, pulling hard with his right. He did not expect Joe to give in to this chokehold, because as a wrestler, he had broken it thousands of times before. He waited for Joe's next move and when it came, he was ready. Both of Joe's pinkies were exposed, and he grabbed them, pulling them back, until Joe was in excruciating pain and could not continue.

Joe yelled, "I give up. I give up, you win."

No one there knew what happened. Everything seemed to be okay, and it did not look like Joe was in trouble until he yelled. No one could believe what happened.

Bob got off Joe's back, and when Joe turned around and he said, "If I knew that move, when I was wrestling, I would have been undefeated. Great going Bob; that was a really smooth move."

Sergeant asked, "What happened out there, Joe? You didn't look like you are in any trouble."

"Bob is a sneaky as they come. He knew I could break the chokehold, and he waited for me to do it. As soon as my hands were in the right position, he grabbed both my pinkies and wrenched them back, until I could not take the pain anymore. He is as smooth as they come."

Susan looked at her husband and said, "There is only one person left, and guess who that might be, Alan?"

He replied, "I think my concussion is coming back from when Sergeant hit me. I think I will pass."

Susan said, "Get out there you pussy, before I get my rifle, and shoot you in the heart. Do you want to test Doctor Vincennes skills again?"

"No dear, I will just go out there and lie down on the ground, and say he won."

Bob said, "I knew all you FBI pukes were wusses. You couldn't pass the tests for the CIA, as little men like I did. You would have broken and told everything you knew to the Russians, after an hour in Lefotovo prison. I was there for three years, and gave them nothing. Go sit on your wife's lap, she has more gumption than you do."

Alan was pissed. "I went undercover with the Chicago mob right out of school for a year and a half. I helped take them down. They sent me straight to Miami after that and I helped take down the Cuban mob. Try doing that straight out of school. I have three stars in my file that no one will ever see, because my work was so secret. Bruno Valentino sent a hit squad out here just to kill me. Six of them made it into the hospital where I was. I took all six of them down by myself, after having surgery. So go fuck yourself with your tails of prison, and spy stories."

"So let's see if you have anything left in your memory banks, FBI man."

"I don't have to prove anything to you CIA man."

"No you don't; you have to prove it to yourself."

No one said a word. A challenge to his manhood had been presented. A decision was forthcoming; either way, to them Alan would always be Alan, but what would Alan think of himself, if he turned it down.

Finally, he said, "If you hold anything back just to make me feel good about myself, I swear, as God is my witness, you will not leave this city alive."

"You have my word, I will give you everything I have, and you will go down, hard."

Now Susan was worried. She said, "Alan, please don't do this. I don't want you to be hurt."

He turned to her angrily and said, "You set this up. You wanted this. Now it's here, and I am not going to back down."

All the laughing and joking was gone. The area was deathly quiet. This match-up had removed the air from everyone's lungs. Even Callum was still. This was a no holds barred, bared knuckle brawl between combatants that held no love for each other. 

Susan could not bring herself to ask if they were ready. Amanda could not do it, either. 

Finally, Bob, asked, "Are you ready?" 

He answered, "Yes."

Both men bowed to each other, and took a classic karate stance. Before the first blow was landed, Alan yelled, "Stop."

Everyone was astounded that he had capitulated before the fight began.

Alan backed away, and took off his belt, with its large metal buckle. He had forgotten about it before fight started. Bob nodded, and they resumed their fighting positions. 

Bob was much faster than Alan, and was always on the offense. Alan put up a very stout defense, and was at times successful in landing body blows with his legs.

Bob changed to a Kempo attack profile, which Alan had never seen before. It was brutal and Bob's attacks at his legs were taking its toll. Alan's only chances were to go over the top of his leg thrusts, when he saw Bob attempting to go for his legs. He adjusted his stance, and when he recognized the moves coming, he sprung forward, using Bob's chest as a springboard, and wound up behind him. He reversed himself, grabbed Bob under his left arm, and spun him to the ground. He had his first offenses position, and he intended to make the most of it. He forced Bob's face into the dirt, and ground it in for effect. Alan knew he could not hold this position forever, but he held Bob down for a very long time. Finally, Bob was able to rotate his body, until they were 180° opposite one another, and the hold was broken.

Alan saw malice in Bob's eyes, as he spit out the dirt and gravel Alan forced him to eat. Alan expected a fierce attack at any second, and when he saw Bob start to run at him, he expected a fearsome kick. He had three choices, jump up to try to avoid it, stand his ground, and try to block it, or hit the dirt, and have Bob go over him. He decided on the latter of the three. As Bob was about to make his move, Alan hit the ground flat on his back. If he had jumped, both Bob's feet would have impacted his groin area, disabling him. If he had stayed in a standing position, Bob's feet would have impacted his chest. It would have been impossible to block them, and would have impacted his chest full force. However, because he was lying flat on his back, he watched Bob fly over him, and land 5 feet away, on his ass, cursing a blue streak.

Alan got up, smiling, and resumed the fighting stance. 

Bob was furious with himself, and seeing a smile on Alan's face did not make him feel any better about his last offenses move. He bowed to Alan and came at him more methodically. He had decided 'no more fancy stuff.' He was just going to wear Alan down, until he could not take any more punishment. His speed and stamina caused Alan to capitulate in the end. He was not down on the ground, he remained standing. He just could not take any more punishment. He grabbed Bob like a boxer, and did not let him go. He asked him, "Have my arms tired out your hands, yet?"

Bob replied, "No, I can go on for another 10 or 15 seconds. How about you?"

"No, I've had enough for today. I think I'll go to church, and thank God, I'm still alive." 

The match lasted 22 minutes 37 seconds, and both men hugged each other when it was over.

Bob said, "Great match Alan, if you ever want a job, call me. You are as good as advertised. I know all about you. I knew all about you, before I came here. My boss has friends in very high places. Michael Free says hello, and wants you to know that the big three will go on trial next summer. He wanted to make sure that you were still tough enough to testify. You are; both physically and mentally."

"I am going to kill that son of a bitch. If he doesn't scare me to death by threatening to send someone the head of the NSA wants to kill, he sends me someone to beat the shit out of me. Isn't it wonderful having a friend like him?"

"Actually, I am here for another purpose, Alan. I need information on Harold Chase, and his new bride. My boss, Dycke Schneider, is looking for a present for the bride and groom that is totally and completely devious, perverted, and out of the ordinary."

Alan said, "You're looking for a present for Callie? So what's the problem; the answer is more obvious than the question."

76. Male Bonding.

As soon as the aircraft's wheels cleared the ground, Harold was on the phone, arranging his visit with Dycke.

Dycke look at the caller ID, and when he answered he said, "How does it feel to be a bachelor, again?"

"Lonely, you asshole. However, when your wife gets home, I would have all of those white strips of cloth available, because she is going to kill you."

"I don't like the sound of that Harold. What did you do to me this time?"

"When your lovely wife got off the airplane, she walked straight over to me and gave me a huge kiss. The only thing she left out was tongue. Callie was standing next to me, and steam was coming out of her ears, until Payne told her you instructed her to do it. Within moments, those two became friends."

"Harold, on my children, I gave her no such instruction."

"It's too late to withdraw my instructions to the girls, Dycke. They are going to be spending your money, like is water."

"We talked about that already Harold, are you going senile, because you're not working."

"Dycke, just because I don't have a fancy office, does not mean that I don't work every day. I have a computer, and I have people that I help start new businesses. It may not be as exciting as the work you do, but I also am not going to have a heart attack by the time I am 50."

"Neither am I Harold, that's why I eat right, and exercise every day."

"Having sex with Payne is not considered exercise, Dycke."

"Harold you have a dirty mind. Payne and I call that undercover work. I start running and lifting weights at 5 AM, while you are still in bed, cuddling with your concubine."

"Instead of arguing over the phone, why don't I meet you on Friday, in Charleston, and we can do it in person."

"Let me check to see if I have an aircraft available. I will have it stop by and pick you up."

"Dycke, I will rent one for myself. I can afford it, you know."

"I know that Harold, but if I one in the area, why bother. Why spend money when you don't have to."

"Dycke, stop being a pain in the ass, and let me do this on my own. I will get there Thursday night, and stay at a hotel, or get there bright and early Friday morning. We can go to a golf course, and make fools of ourselves, again."

Dycke laughed. "I think I stopped counting on my scorecard when I reached 156."

"Yes, but we were nice enough to let those other players go through."

"It was a great day, though. We started at 9:30 AM and we finished up a little bit before  5 PM. I really did like that island green. My caddy had to buy 36 new balls before I got one across the water."

"Persistence Dycke, that's what you are known for. When you want something, you never give up. You always find a way to get it."

"Most of the time, it pays off Harold. How long had you been after Callie, before she caught, you?"

"You are wrong there, my friend. I had to chase her. I had to chase her very hard. I happened to be in the right place at the right time to catch her, and when I did, I never let go. She is a 'Pearl of Great Price.' I will try to keep her happy, safe, and by my side of the rest of our lives."

"Harold, get off the phone. You are getting me sick. You're starting to sound like me, talking about Payne. I like talking about her, but I guess listening about someone like her gets a little sappy."

"Now you know how the rest of us feel, Dycke. I will see you Friday morning. Make arrangements for me to see apartments in the area around your building. Nothing as large as yours but four bedrooms facing the ocean would be nice."

"Consider it done Harold. I'll see you Friday morning. Goodbye my friend."

"We are bachelors to the bitter end Dycke."

"Yes Harold, or at least until our women get back.

*****

Harold walked down the steps of the little jet, towards the private hangars, where Dycke's air fleet was housed, and maintained. He saw a sleek red sports car, with a beautiful auburn haired beauty sitting on the hood. She was wearing what he was sure less than what was legal. She was waving towards his aircraft. He was sure this was another trick by his friend, trying to get him in trouble with Callie. He waited for the ground crew to give him his luggage, and started to walk towards her, when a black limousine drove up beside him. Dycke opened the door and said, "Get in Harold; we have to see the apartments I have lined up."

Harold laughed. "I thought that woman by the sports car was sent for me by you. I was ready to kill you."

"She was Harold. I just wanted to get your heart started."

"Dycke, you are an evil man."

"Harold, the bar is open; coffee, or soft drink?"

"Coffee, Dycke; it's too early for Diet 7-Up."

"Do you want to see my building, or would you prefer a building close by?"

"Let's make your building last. I think a building close by, would be better."

Dycke picked up the intercom and said, "Frank, the Hamilton building please."

"Right away, Dycke."

"You still have everyone calling you buy your first name?"

"Most of them have known me since I was 18 years old. I am not going to start having them call me Mister Schneider, now. Only the new employees call me, Mister Schneider."

"That makes sense, how are you doing Dycke?"

"Harold, since I talked to you, it feels like I have grown wings. You have solved a problem that has been gnawing at me for months, and I couldn't solve it. Then you come up with a plan for Payne and me to get away for a vacation in the next sentence. How do I repay you for something like that?"

"How about solving a problem for me, Dycke?"

"What's on your mind Harold, are you okay?"

"Callie and I were talking, and she wants me to go back to work. She says I am wasting my talents sitting around doing nothing, in a place where there is nothing to do. She thinks I belong in a big city, making big deals, and using my money to make more money. I told her what I did to make my money, and she told me exactly what I was afraid of. That girl is smarter than I am. I nearly ran myself into the ground trying to write that program and manage the business at the same time. She told me that I was afraid to delegate responsibility to anyone in the company, because I did not trust them. Then she told me something that I was stupid enough not to realize on my own. You are really the only person I trust in this entire world Dycke. I would like to go into business with you. I don't want to be one of your businesses, because I know how that works. I just need someone to keep the windows and doors locked, while I am doing what I do best."

"That's all you want from me, Harold; that's everything?"

"Yes, that's it Dycke."

"Where do you want to set it up? Where do you want the computers? Do you want satellite feed, or fiber-optic? Either way, we have cryptologist's that used to work for the CIA that run daily pads that make our transmissions virtually impossible to break. Whatever you need, you have Harold. How are we going to work the end product? It can't go into my company, because it will have to stay there. You will have to form your own company, and put Payne on the Board of Directors, and give her the shares of the company through that."

"How much of the company are you going to want Dycke?"

"That, my friend, I will leave to you. I know you would never cheat me, just like you know I would never cheat you."

"Let's go to our lawyers and put this on paper."

"Give me your hand Harold."

Harold stuck out his right hand, and Dycke grasped it in his.

"Harold, our lawyers have just met, and our deal has been made."

Harold laughed. "Dycke, you are an idiot."

"Payne tells me that 10 times a day, Harold, so you are in good company."

Frank pulled the limousine up to the front of a building, and said, "The Hamilton building Dycke."

"Come with us Frank, just in case."

"That's right, Dycke, why only one guard?"

"I wasn't expecting trouble apartment shopping, and this is an armored limousine."

"3 miles per gallon or less?"

"The gas mileage might be bad, but it stops everything short of a rocket propelled grenade."

"Can I set up my office in here?"

"You can, but the computers will make it awful hot in here. Let's go look at apartments, before I smack you."

"Yes, partner, but just remember, I smack back."

"You cannot possibly smack as hard as Payne does. I swear that woman practices all day for when I get home. I go to kiss her hello, and she smacks me on the arm. It's getting so bad, I am thinking of having my tailor put extra padding, in the left arm of my suits, to protect me from her."

"I always knew you were a wuss, Dycke."

"I will tell Payne that you said our children are ugly, and turn her loose on you. Come back to me, after you get out of the hospital, and tell me I am a wuss."

They looked in three prominent buildings in the Charleston area, but Harold had qualms about all of them. The airport noise was a main factor in two of the buildings, and the remaining building only had apartments facing inland. 

At 2 PM, they stopped for lunch at an upscale golf club. When Dycke walked into the dining room, it was like Moses parting the Red Sea. "Good afternoon, Mister Schneider; how are you, Mister Schneider; may I kiss your ass, Mister Schneider; how high should I jump, Mister Schneider, and all the other platitudes one could think of, from the maître d' and all the other persons from the servers, to the guests. They were taken to a table, with a reserved sign on it, and seated immediately.

The maître d' came over and asked, "The usual Mister Schneider?"

"Yes, please, George."

Harold said, "Okay, I give up. You had this all arranged right?"

"No Harold, this is my table. No one else sits here, ever."

"I have a feeling this story coming soon."

"No, it would bore you to death."

"If you don't tell me, I will stab you with a butter knife."

"I own this place. It was quite accidental."




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 18



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

This is a Novel. 

79. Planning

If there is one place a man does not want to be, it is in the middle of a bunch of women planning a wedding. In this case we have three well-to-do men, marrying three totally different women. Thankfully, these women are in love with their men. They will not call off the weddings, because of disagreements about the planning. Taking them one at a time is the easiest way to go about it. (Well, maybe it is, maybe it isn't?)

1.Patricia Laura-Garrett Parent and Stephano Bartolommeo Valentino. 

Due to some artful footwork by Patricia, she used her coma to hoodwink Stephano into planning the wedding. She gave Stephano just enough information to tell him what she wanted, how she wanted it, and who she wanted invited. She also told him the type of day she wanted, but all brides want a clear, bright, sunshiny day for their wedding. They needed it at their wedding, because it would take place outdoors, on grass.

Stephano, having an MBA, from the University of Pennsylvania, put his education to good use. He rented a small office in the business district of Glens Falls. He put an advertisement in a local newspaper for the best secretarial help in the city. The applicants were to have no less than 20-years' experience, and he was going to pay double the area's average wage, for two months work. He rented all the phone lines, and business equipment needed to support the office for the upcoming event, and waited for the onslaught of people to show up at his offices' door to be interviewed.

On Saturday, he had 63 women, and 11 men lined up outside, with resumes in their hands; some of whom were retired attorneys. He received his first real-world experience in telling people they were not being hired. It felt the same to him as if he was firing them. He did not like it at all; especially when it got down to the final cuts. He told the last six applicants to return Monday morning, when he would give them one final interview, and make his decision. When they returned, there were seven desks in the office instead of five. He had gone over there interviews and resumes all day Sunday, and decided to hire them all. He hired two former lawyers, both female, and four exceptionally well-qualified secretaries, all female. This was not a good business decision, but he could afford it; and it was only for two months. If it was a long-term decision, he would have had to dismiss two of them, reluctantly, and the lawyers would have gone.

He delineated each one's responsibility, and their timelines. One lawyer was delegated the position as office manager if he was not available. The other would accompany him, while he was negotiating with the vendors. The situation worked out very well.

Meanwhile, Brad had a construction crew working on the barn, and surveyors were laying out, the proposed site of the new house. The exterior of the barn was completed, except for the solar panels, which were being installed under Patty's watchful eyes. The plumbers, and electrician were working on the interior, and the fire suppression system would be installed when they were done. The children in the area were most interested in the 180-foot tall windmill that was being built on the northeast portion of the property. Not only was it capable of supplying electrical power to the new home, it was also hooked up to the power grid, when it was producing excess energy. It would be sold to the power companies at a standard fee. 

Brad was putting the finishing touches on the interior design of the main house. If Patty and Stephano approved his plans, it would take three to four weeks to go through the approval process of the city, and building could begin by the middle of September. If they just approved the exterior of the building, and wanted major changes on the interior, construction could still be started by the middle of September, because Patty wanted the shell of the building completed, prior to the first snowfall. He could complete the redesign of the interior of the home so the workers' could construction on the inside throughout the winter. Patty wanted to be in the house by the beginning of April. A 6300 square foot house, built in seven months. Brad knew didn't need a fairy godmother, he needed Merlin the magician to get this job done on time. Every artisan; within 100 miles, would be working on this house, throughout the dead of winter. 

Patty and Stephano worked as their own general contractors making contracts with each and every vendor who is going to supply their home with goods and services. They picked the company who was going to deliver the stone that had been quarried from Vermont. They hired the truckers that were delivering the Cedars from the Northwest. Patty had the electronics representatives running for cover. She knew exactly what she wanted, and when they would try to bluff her telling her another item or product was superior, she would give them a lecture that they would never forget. Afterwards, every product she wanted for her home she received and at a deeply discounted price.

When the solar panels arrived for the barn, Patricia was overjoyed. These were not the standard square or rectangular boxes that you see in the middle of fields around the country. These were the new prototypes built in a Midwest by a fellow student of hers. They were concave in design. They had no motors to follow the sun all day, and to follow it as he traversed the heavens, from north to south. Their design contained one item no one ever thought of previously. It was such a simple solution, to a complex problem; she could not understand why nobody had ever thought of it before.

After the brackets for the mirrors were raised, and secured to the roof; a thin sheet of mirror-coated aluminum, connected on a steel roller, was raised by two cranes to the height of the brackets. For huge clamps were attached across the width of the aluminum and pulled slowly across the roof through each successive bracket by a machine, at the opposite end of the barn. The fit was exact; there was not one millimeter of excess. When it reached the terminal end of the barn, the bolts slipped through their openings, and secured using brass fittings to eliminate the possibility of corrosion. One by one, each of the solar panels were raised, and placed in their proper slot. After they were secured, an electrician tested it for its voltage, connected it to the wires, which were run up through the roof, of the barn, and tested again. This was done 36 times, once for each of the mirrors. After it was tested, and approved, it was connected to the barn and to the grid by the electric company. Working on a bright sunny day, these mirrors had the capacity to run 13 homes, including their air conditioner all day long. Patty had not decided to put in storage batteries, yet, but when she did these mirrors could easily run six homes day and night, plus the barn.

The reason these solar panels are so revolutionary is they use no electricity to make use of the sun. Instead of using electricity to turn motors to follow the angle, and axis of the sun, these stay permanently affixed in their position. Wherever the sun peeked over the horizon in the morning, and hits the first solar panels curved piece of glass, it reflects downward onto the mirrored coating of the aluminum panel, which causes a chain reaction. The light reflects off the mirror, onto the piece of glass, back to the mirror, back to the glass and so on. Within one second, using one beam of light, these panels are already generating electricity equal to 5 kV. By the time the sun has reached the horizon. They will have generated 50 kWh, most of which would be sold across the grid. 

The windmill would also be generating power to provide power to the main house, the barn, or the grid.

The underground CNG storage tank was going to be buried 50 feet underground, with one main fill line, four outflow lines, and one emergency cutoff line. Nearly 60 tons of sand was poured on top of that area in case of an accident. No metal would escape from this grave.

The exterior of the barn was complete. The only item remaining to be completed in the barn was the sprinkler system, and that would be completed by the end of the week.

Patricia and Stephano had been able to purchase the houses to the north and south of them, by offering the owners, a 20% premium on their properties. When the owners of the properties to the West of her property heard this, they demanded more money for their property was valued at its. Patricia said, "No." She returned with an offer of 20% less than their property was worth. When the property owners asked her why, she showed them the initial plans for the helicopter and maintenance hangers, which abutted their properties. She said, "Who in their right mind would want to live behind a facility, where they are constantly going to be running engine tests, during the night time hours, and have helicopters taking off and landing right over their heads."

The three owners agreed to sell their properties, at fair market value, before that meeting was over. Patty grinned when these things were settled, and thought she would give one of the houses, closest to the hanger, to Paul and Rita. 

Rita was becoming a good friend and confidant. It was good to have another female around to talk to about sex. Rita was very open when she talked about it. Patty often thought about getting Rita and Jemma on the Doctor Ruth show to talk about sex. She laughed to herself, knowing it would never make it onto the air.

After 10 days of nonstop work, Stephano and his staff had everything done. The wedding announcements were at the printer. The church was reserved. The huge white canopies would be brought in from a Long Island two weeks in advance of their wedding; to make sure no multi-billionaire could sneak them away for some last-minute shindig. Mama Leones, and Ruth Chris Steakhouse were booked, and their trucks would be there Friday evening for the Sunday afternoon event. Generators, lights, flowers, tables, chairs, linens, silverware, china, fans, heaters, if it grew cool in the evening; Stephano and his staff had taken care of everything, except the guest list. 

He had ordered 800 complete wedding announcement packages to be sure, he had enough.

Now the frightening part of his ordeal came. He had to negotiate with Patty over who to invite and who not to invite. His side of the family was going to be very hard. You could not invite gangsters and have them roam around with Senators and members of the Presidents' cabinet. It was just not done. However, he wanted some of his family members to attend. Especially aunts and cousins of his age, as long as they had not been involved in the family business. He had to find her gun and unload it, before this discussion started. He would feel safer that way. He would feel even safer if he could do it with her, while they were in bed, fooling around.

*****

2. Sharon Elizabeth Harmon Williams and Fred Justin Hastings 

This wedding was no contest, well almost. Sharon wanted her uncle, Clark Atwater to give her away. Fred wanted him to be his best man. After a little fighting, Fred came up with a way for his mentor to do both. It might look a little strange, but he did not care.

After her uncle walked Sharon down the aisle, lifted her veil, kissed her, and handed her to Fred, Clark would shift to Fred's right side, and become his best man. He would be carrying the wedding rings, and both Sharon and Fred were happy, with this arrangement.

Julia Atwater would be her Matron of Honor. Sharon's four princesses would be the bridesmaids. Four of Fred's unmarried friends, would be the groomsmen. Fred was sure they would be among the happiest people at the wedding.

Fred was going to invite his parents, his sister and her husband, but he was not sure if they would attend. 

The remainder of his guest list would be his friends from work, and the people the Attorney General wanted to be there. This list would be created by James Green, the political consultant who would be running Clark's presidential campaign.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, Sharon had no guest list. She hated her father and mother for what they did to her as a child. She would not invite her siblings, because they had not talked to her since she was thrown out of their house, and forced into an unloved marriage. She felt the same way about her aunts, uncles, and cousins, who had known about her situation, and abandoned her anyway. Let them see, and read about her spectacular wedding, to a great man in the newspapers, and the electronic media. As they say, "Payback is a bitch."

Fred was preparing his plans for the wedding, when he ran into a hurricane named, "Julia."

She walked into his house, and said, "Do you like your job, Fred?"

"Of course I do, Julia. I have worked for your husband, since I was at Harvard."

"Do you want to continue working for Clark?"

"What are you getting at Julia?"

"Sharon is my niece. I will take care of all the arrangements for the wedding. Did I state that clearly enough for you?"

"Yes, however, we have made a few decisions, and we will not budge on them. If you can accept them, I will back away from the rest of the wedding arrangements. If not I will have to leave the Generals' employ."

"You are willing to bargain away your job, Fred?"

"On these points we are Julia."

"What is it? It must be very important to both of you to jeopardize your career."

When Fred explained to Julia what they wanted her husband to do, she laughed. "That's it, that's all you want? I can get Clark to go along with that. Give me your guest list. Sharon, you and I are going to be doing a lot of shopping over the next four months. I have a designer coming down from New York to do your wedding gown, next Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday. Keep those days clear.

"Fred, you are not allowed in my home, without an invitation. Too many things are going to be lying around, that you are not allowed to see. We are going to have your wedding at the Washington National Cathedral. It will be all over the news. It will be wonderful for Sharon, and you, but also, it will be great exposure for the general public to see Clark. I know that sounds self-serving, but it is free advertising, and with what you just told me, the press will be all over him, about escorting the bride down the aisle, and then becoming the groom's best man. The press and the American people will love it."

Sharon replied, "After everything you have done for us, that is the least we can do for Uncle Clark, and you. However, I want one more thing."

"What's that Sharon?"

"I want to sleep in the Lincoln bedroom."

Julia laughed. "Hell Sharon, you can have the run of the place. Fred will be Clark's legal advisor, or possibly Chief of Staff, if we win. He will be spending more time at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, than he will be at home."

This ended Fred and Sharon's involvement in their wedding. Julia and her party planners took over every detail, from toothpicks to flower blossoms.

Fred stayed at home packing Sandy and Cindy's clothing for their sorority house. On the evening before he drove them there, he read them the Maryland state law against hazing. He gave each of them each a copy, told them that if anyone tried to put them or any of the other freshman, in a position where they had to do something against their will, to recite the law, and give them his name. Tell them if they wish to stay in school, and out of jail, they will stop immediately. If they don't, you will make a phone call to Clark Atwater, the Attorney General of the United States, who is your uncle. The police will be at their sorority house, within minutes, to make arrests."

Cindy smiled and said, "Dad, you are too cool."

"Take me to bed, and I will show you how hot I am."

"That sounds fantastic dad; a going away fuck."

"You know Sandy, if that wasn't an accurate statement, I could spank you for saying that word in the house."

"If you split it between us, dad, I am up for it."

Cindy frowned at her sister and said, "Why are you dragging me into this?"

"Cindy, you love it and you know it!"

"Okay, but only five each."

"That is still 10, and my hand is going to hurt just as much. I deserve a reward for that."

Sandy looked at her sister and sighed, "Your ass or mine?"

"You suggested this; it should be your ass."

"Okay dad, you get to fuck me in the ass."

"Now that is the kind of reward I love."

Sharon got home, and walked into her bedroom 45 minutes later. She found her four daughters having a sexual soirée, with her husband. Cindy was lying on her back munching on Debbie's pussy, while Danni was eating and drooling over hers'.

Sandy was smiling, while doing a reverse cowgirl with Fred's prick up her ass.

She said, "Hi mom; this is not what it looks like."

Sharon shook her head, and smiled, as she unbuttoned her blouse. "Would you like to explain to me how this could look like anything else but what it is?"

"Well mom, Danni, and Debbie were not invited, but they just walked in on us and went at it. This was just supposed to be a goodbye fuck for dad, because we are leaving for the sorority house tomorrow. Then, I guess it just sort of got out of hand."

Sharon continued to undress and asked, "Husband; what have you got to say for yourself?"

"Wife, I was outnumbered 4 to 1. I had to submit to their demands, because of the threat of physical violence. You know how frail my body is, and I did not want to suffer a setback with our wedding date getting closer with each passing day."

"Is that why you are fucking my daughter in the ass?"

"Which one is it; I can't see her face?"

Sandy yelled, "Dad, you know it's me. It was part of the deal for the spankings."

"What did my babies do to deserve a spanking?"

"Nothing at all dear; Sandy offered, and I could hardly refuse her going away request. She split the 10, between Cindy and herself. Then she offered her ass to me as compensation for how badly my hand would hurt afterwards."

Suddenly, there was a shriek that shook the room. Cindy had bitten down on Debbie's clit, which drove her over the edge to an orgasm that was so intense she collapsed on top of Danni.

Danni's tongue was deep inside Cindy's cunt when that happened, and it forced her top teeth to scrape along her sisters clitoral hood, and her exposed clit. If Debbie's vagina were not covering her mouth, the people in the neighborhood would have thought a murder had been committed in Sharon and Fred's house.

Danni was disconsolate. "What about me? These two are satisfied, and no one has touched me yet. Am I going to get to cum today?"

"I will take care of you, baby."

Danni turned to look at her naked mother. "Really mom; just you and me?"

"You said it yourself, Danni. Everyone else is satisfied, except you and me. Why should we be left out?"

Sharon walked over to the bed, and roused Debbie and Cindy. "You two take your showers, and go to bed. Your night is over babies, sweet dreams." She kissed them both, as they staggered out of the room, sexually content.

Sandy screamed out her orgasm, just as Sharon, and Danni were beginning to cuddle. She gave Sandy the same instructions, and kissed her good night. She told Fred to take a shower and to get lost. This was a private matter between Danni, and herself.

Fred smiled, kissed both of them, and followed Sharon's instructions. He turned down lights in the bedroom, to give them a more romantic setting. Sharon rarely had intercourse with her daughters, and he wanted this to be a special time for them.




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 18



When he exited the shower, and put on his robe, he was extremely quiet. He stood there, leaning against the wall, watching his wife and daughter making love. It was so caring and gentle, he was jealous. He left the room and closed the door.

Woman to woman, Sharon knew every spot to touch on her daughter's body to multiply her pleasure. Danni's response to this torment and tenderness was, "Mommy, mommy, oh mommy."

Sharon's lips centered on her daughter's face, and her hands were on her breasts, but Danni's hairless pussy was leaking like a faucet, down the cheeks of her ass, and onto the sheets. Danni's hips were dancing all over the bed, begging for her mother's attention, but it was not to be had.

Sharon was going to make her daughter cum, without touching her vagina. With one hand behind her daughter's head, keeping it close to her mouth, and the other tormenting her nipples, she brought her daughter closer and closer to the orgasm she wanted. When Danni could take no more, Sharon moved her mouth down to one of the tormented nipples, suckled it for a moment, and then bit it.

For the first time in her short sexual life, Danni squirted her fluids all over her thighs, and the bed, while screaming her lungs out. When she came down from her high she said, "Mommy, oh mommy, what have you done to me? Am I a lesbian?"

"No Danni, baby, don't you enjoy having sex with your father?"

"Yes mommy, very much, but it is very different with you."

"It is supposed to be different with me, because I am a woman, and so are you. Women are gentler with each other than men are with women. A woman knows her own body, and can translate it to another woman. Just because you and I enjoy each other, does not mean you will enjoy it with another woman. You love having intercourse with me, because you love me, and I love you. It will be totally different outside of this household. The decisions you make, when you are away from here, will shape what kind of person you will become. 

For now, you must remember that all eyes will be watching the four of you. Uncle Clark will be running for President, starting next February. Everything you do will reflect on him. I can't tell you how important it is for you to act properly, when you are away from home."

"We have all talked about it, mom. We will do everything to make him proud of us."

"Great, now, where was I. Oh yes, I was at your left breast; I think I will start with your right breast, and worked my way down. What do you think about that, little one?"

"It sounds better than being shaved, while being videotaped by dad."

"Baby, I'll tell you a secret, but you have to swear never to tell him I told you."

"I swear mom, I will never say a word."

"If you tell him you know, he will kill me."

"I promise mom; I will not say a word."

"He didn't put a disk in the camera. He would never embarrass you that way, just in case anyone accidentally got a hold of it."

Danni screamed, "I'll kill him myself. I thought he was going to hold that over my head for life. No wonder Uncle Clark thinks he's the best lawyer in the world. He can lie better than anyone I know, and keep a straight face."

"You have to keep this to yourself, Danni. If you don't, I will not make it to my wedding day." 

"Mom, I am not sure which is worse; thinking he was going to hold it over my head or knowing there was no disk in the camera. I think I will wait until after you are married, so you can inherit all of his money, and government benefits. Then I will kill him."

"Danni, you forget one thing; I love him, and I want to spend the rest of my life with him."

"Dammit mom, you had to throw that fly in my ointment. I will think of something to get even with him."

"Do you want to continue having sex with me, or do you want to concentrate on getting even with your father?"

"Sex sounds good to me, mom. It will calm me down, and then I want a chance to do to you what you have done for me."

Sharon smiled, "It sounds like something I can live with. It means everyone in this household will have cum today; some, more than once."

"Yes mom, I know.

****

Julia opened the door and let Sharon in. She said, "You're late."

Sharon looked at her watch and said, "It's only two minutes after 1 o'clock. You told me to be here at 1 o'clock."

"That's right, your two minutes late; be on time tomorrow."

"Shorten your driveway, and I will be."

Julia smiled, "Get in here; I have someone I want you to meet."

"Sharon, this is Carolina Herrera. She will be designing and making your wedding gown."

Sharon stood there in shock. Everyone knew of Carolina Herrera. She was one of the top wedding gown designers in the world, and here she was in her Uncle Clark's home.

Carolina said, "Your aunt can be quite persuasive, Sharon. Very few people in the world yell at me, and ever see, or hear from me again. She flew up to New York, with her Secret Service contingent, and made it very clear that I was coming with her, or my life would be hell from that day on. The way she said it, I believed her. Here I am; let's get started on your wedding gown."

Sharon still had not said a word. She was in awe of the woman. She had seen her work in the bridal magazines, on the morning news shows, and on celebrities at red carpet events. She never expected to meet her face to face.

Carolina said, "Sharon, you must talk to me; tell me if you have any ideas in mind for your gown."

Finally, Sharon said, "I have seen and admired your work for years. I never expected to meet you

Sharon gushed over Carolina's work for the next few minutes, but had only one specific item in mind for her gown. She wanted her shoulders covered. She did not like the exposed look of modern gowns, for young women. She had four children, and wanted a more demure look. This was her second marriage. She was not a virgin, and did not wish to look like one.

Carolina smiled. "Sharon, you have no idea how many second marriage brides want to go the other way. They want to look as sexy as possible for their new husbands. It is refreshing to know someone that values tradition. Let's go into the library; I can take your measurements there; then we will start looking at fabrics. Tomorrow the work begins. I will have my tailors with me, and we will start taking drawings of your body. Friday, we will put fabric against your skin to see which works best. Then I will go back to New York, and start putting something together. You will be coming to me, from that point on. I cannot travel with a dress that is held together by pins."

Sharon asked, "What are we going to do about the dresses for the girls?"

"Julia has that covered. She is going to take the girls to Bergdorf Goodman. They have a line of my ready to wear dresses. Take them there as soon as possible to be measured and fitted. Pick out your color; if one store doesn't have four of them, they will call their other stores and get them for you."

Sharon said "Just think, Julia, Fred gets to miss all of this fun. He is probably laughing at us right now."

Julia replied, "Trust me, Sharon; if you let a man plan a wedding, it will snow inside the church, rain inside the banquet hall; and your aircraft will be delayed on the tarmac for 12 hours. Finally, to top off your perfect wedding day, when you get to the hotel you were supposed to spend your idyllic honeymoon at, it will burn down. Otherwise, you wedding day will be perfect. "

Carolina, Sharon, and Julia laughed all the way to the library.

****

3. Callalily Christine Callaway and Harold Walker Chase.

"It's not happening Callie, I won't do it."

"Payne said you were extremely wealthy. You have to have more than one friend. I want you to invite some of them to the wedding."

"The people I dealt with were not friends. They were either employees, or competitors. My product turned out to be better than theirs, that's why Microsoft bought me out for a ton of money. Now, I help people start up new companies. "They are not friends Callie. I make money off of them if they succeed, and lose money if they fail. I have business relationships, not friends."

"I will not have your side of the church empty, Harold."

"Callie, the only reason I am going to be at that church is you. I wouldn't care if it was empty as long as you are there with me."

"I am going to make a phone call, Harold, just like you did for my dress."

Harold laughed. "If you are threatening me, tell me who you are going to call."

"I am going to call Payne. I am going to have her lean on Dycke so hard, he will be forced to tell her if you have any mutual friends."

"If you do that, the wedding is off."

"That's fine with me, Harold. If that's how much you love me, I will pack up my clothes, and move in with my mother, until I can rent another apartment. It should not take me long to do it. I have excellent references, and plenty of money. You can keep the clothes I bought in Paris, especially the bikinis."

"You don't fight fair, Callie."

"I don't have to fight fair, Harold. I just want you to open up a little, and invite people who were your friends. You have closed yourself off from everyone you ever knew by moving here. I am ecstatic that you did, but you belong in the big city, making bigger deals, and doing what you do best."

"I stopped doing that, because I did not want to die, before I was 50 years old. It takes an awful lot out of you, when you are running a business by yourself, and you are the one that is responsible for writing the programs."

"What you are telling me, Harold, is you did not know how to delegate responsibility to other people. You didn't trust anyone enough to give them the keys to the kingdom, while you wrote your program. What you didn't realize was, "The Programs are the Kingdom," and without that no manager could do any harm to your company. They would not see it, until after you copyright it, and patent it. After that, they can do you no harm to you, either."

Harold grabbed Callie around the waist, and tried to kiss her. 

She said, "Since we are no longer in a relationship, I am not obliged to kiss you. You don't love me anymore; I am going home to my mommy."

"I will tie you to our bed before you are allowed to leave this house."

"That's kidnapping, Harold, it also sounds very kinky."

"Let's go with kinky Callie, I haven't used my ties in years."

"Harold, are we getting married or not?"

"Only for 70 or 80 years, Callie; after that we will renegotiate the terms of our marriage."

"I will have fucked you to death by then, Harold. There will be nothing to renegotiate."

"In that case, let's go into the bedroom, and help me find my ties. We can start on that promise now."

"This will be a first for me, Harold."

"It will be a first for me, also. If it becomes too intense, tell me to stop, and I'll think about it."

"Sometimes Harold, I think you have a mean streak in you."

"I have to keep up with you, don't I?" 

He smacked her on her ass and Callie yelped.

"Don't get used to that Harold."

"Stop wiggling that thing in my face, and I won't hit you."

"That's the way I walk."

"Then get used to having your ass smacked every day."

"I hope I have twins, the first time we have children. I can't wait to see you running around after them, when I go back to work."

"Dycke and I talked about that. He told me I was an idiot to agree to those terms. He also told me I should go back to work, and you should stay home. I could not break that promise to you, so I have decided to go another route. I am going to build us a bigger house, capable of having four live in nannies. Two for the daytime, for our children in the daytime, and two for the late afternoon and nighttime, until our children go to sleep. I will see them occasionally, when they are behaving. When you come home from working a day shift, you can play with them. When you come home from night shift, you can play with them. When you come to bed, you can play with me. Dycke was a wealth of information. Now you know why he is my best friend."

"I am going to kill your best friend, when I see him. No, I am going to call Payne, and have her kill him for me. There is no sense in having me go to jail. She can say Robert pushed him over the railing, and both of us will be rich and free."

"Baby, get on our bed, I am going to tie you up and make you cum like an elephant."

"I have never seen an elephant cum, knowing you; I will probably just 'Dribble.'"

"I'm glad you said that Callie. Anything more than a 'Dribble' means I have been successful."

He put Callie in the middle of the bed, and placed a pillow under her ass. His oversized bed was so wide; he had to tie three of his ties together to reach each post. He asked her if she was comfortable, and when she said she was, he pulled his ties tighter.

"What the fuck are you doing, Harold?"

"I am making you uncomfortable, Callie."

"You are pulling my arms out of their sockets."

"Perfect, now I have to complete the work on your legs."

"Are you sure this is your first time, Harold?"

"I watch porn on my computer. It is very educational."

"Pervert!"

"Don't you tell me you have never watched porn on your computer, Callie? You will have to go to confession, and keep that poor priest in there for a week."

"I take the Fifth Amendment on that question." 

"Will Payne, tell me the truth?"

She yelled, "Ow," as he pulled her legs wider apart. "You know I am going to get even with you, if it's the last thing I ever do, Harold."

"Just remember, Callie, all you are going to do is 'Dribble.'"

"Bastard; using my own words against me."

"I forgot to tell you there is one more part to this seduction." He went to his nightstand, and took out a blindfold he had not used since Callie moved in with him. 

When he approached her with it, her eyes opened wide, "No you don't, Harold!"

Harold laughed, "Stop me." He lifted her head, put the elastic band behind her ears, and kissed her. "Goodnight my love." 

He lowered the sleeping mask over her eyes, as she cursed him.

He moved away from the bed and stayed silent for a moment, as she continued to yell at him. Finally, he said, "If you don't stop yelling, and behave, I will go to a restaurant and have dinner. Then I will go to the multiplex and see the "Rocky Horror Picture Show." And when that is finished, I will stop for ice cream on the way home. I should be back in three or four hours. Would you like me to do that for you, Callie, or are you going to behave?"

"You wouldn't dare, Harold. I would shoot you on-sight the next time I see you."

"The choice is yours baby. You can have prolonged sex with me, or you can have my prolonged absence. You have two seconds to answer me?"

"I'm cold Harold; heat me up, please."

"Since you said it so nicely, I believe you meant prolonged sex."

"Yes, prolonged sex, please Harold, I'll be good."

He kissed her and said, "Callie, you are never been good, while we are having sex. You are always fantastic. Now it is my turn to pleasure you."

Callie knew Harold was always a slow starter in bed, and his passion grew into a fire as time moved on. She expected him to move at the same pace this time. However, her body reacted as if it was hit by a bolt of electricity, when his fingers opened her pussy, and he licked and bit her clit, without warning. She screamed in surprise and she came unexpectedly. 

She had not felt the bed move as he transferred his weight, and slipped between her thighs. His thumbs held her pussy open, and his tongue was feasting on the fluids that were flowing out of her, like a river.

"My dear, you are dribbling like an open faucet. I am going to need a very large container to store the overflow. It will help rid a third world country of thirst."

"Shut the fuck up, Harold, you cheated. You never started there before."

"We are doing a lot of firsts tonight. There are many more to cum."

His tongue continued attacking her pussy, as his hand move between the cleft of her ass. He played with the little puckered opening.

She tried to get away from his finger, and said, "Harold, what's gotten into you?"

As soon as she said it, he pushed the finger into her ass as far as it would go. He felt her anal muscles clamp down on his digit, as he started pumping it in, and out of her. 

"Callie, it would seem nothing gotten into me, but something has gotten deeply into you."

"I know that you asshole."

"Be nice Callie, because it's your asshole. If you continue to taunt me, I will grease you up, like the advertisement said, and shove my fist up there."

"Harold, you have to stop watching porn. You are getting too many obscene ideas from it."

"How would you know dear?"

"I saw the same...Oh Fuck."

"I nearly got you Callie."

"You talk too much, get back to work."

"Trust me, baby, if this was work, there would be no unemployment problem."

He continued assaulting her front, and rear openings, until he felt her body go rigid, again. He moved his left hand to her clit, as her hips reached for the ceiling, he squeezed it tightly between his thumb and forefinger. Callie came in pulses and Harold's only wish was that he had it on film. 

As Callie was recovering he said, "We have to try that again dear. I have never seen anyone orgasm like a machine gun before, and I am going to have to get another towel. This one is already soaked."

"I am not talking to you anymore, Harold."

"Do you have another orgasm in there that I failed to get out the first time? Is that why you're being so testy now, my love?"

"Keep your hands away from me, Harold. I can't see what you're doing and you have me all tied up. I am helpless and you are laughing at me."

"Yes, you are both those things, but by God you are gorgeous."

"You are not going to get on my good side by flattering me, Harold."

He didn't even try to get on her good side. His tongue gently nudged its way under her clitoris, and lifted it, until it between his teeth. When she was ready to explode, held her hips tightly, bit the little nub gently, and managed to continue to hold it between his teeth, as she exploded into another ballistic orgasm.

As she recovered, Callie screamed, "You are a fucking dead man, Chase."

He nipped her again.

She came again, her lights went out, and when she recovered she said "You bastard, I am going to cut your balls off."

Harold released the little nub, crawled up her body, kissed her nipples, licked each of her breasts completely, and kissed her passionately.

"If that is a nice way to talk to your fiancé?"

"When I am finished with my fiancée, he will not be able to walk for a month."

"I thought that's what we were doing now?"

"Fuck you, Harold, and the horse you rode in on."

"So far, my love, we have not gotten to the fucking part, and I did not ride to my home, on the horse. You drove me here."

"Your sense of humor is improving, Harold, but I will select out of you very soon."

Callie was determined that the cry on her lips for her next orgasm would remain there. She did not want to give him the satisfaction of hearing her cum, again. She had always been in control of her body, not him, not any man! She should never have allowed him to tie her up like this, but she did, and now... 

Harold moved quickly down her body, and bit her protruding clitoris, again. He waited between her thighs, for her explosion; verbal and physical. Both arrived simultaneously. 

Callie screamed at an octave above 'High C.' Ecstasy and Agony collided in her sensory system. Her body no longer answered to her demands. Harold's mouth and hands were rerouting circuits, from her brain, demanding more and more fluid. Her body kept producing it, until she was flowing like the Missouri River, in flood stage. Harold was there, at the apex of her thighs, lapping up and sucking out every drop of her essence. He held onto her, as she trembled, shook, and finally succumb to sleep. 




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 18



When she awoke, she kept mumbling, "Not fair Harold, you are not being fair. I cannot see what you are doing; I cannot prepare myself for what is to come."

"Why would you want to prepare yourself for pleasure? Why not just relax and enjoy it?"

"I have always been in control. I'm used to being in control, Harold. This is all new to me."

"Another first for us Callie; our whole lives will be a series of firsts."

"Are you finished Harold, can you take my blindfold off me now?"

"Finished Callie, I have just begun to fight."

"How much porn did you watch Harold?"

"You made me wait almost 5 years Callie; that's an awful lot of porn. If you had let me pay off your damn student loans, we would've had children running around this house by now."

"They were my loans Harold."

"I loved you, Callie. I make more than the amount of your student loans in interest every month. I would never have noticed the money was missing. I wanted you, and you kept me waiting. Now you are going to find out how much porn I watched, and I remember. I am going to torment you for every day you made me wait for you; for every man you took to your bed that was not me."

"Go back to work Harold, I don't think I will live long enough to endure all your fantasies."

"I thought you were going to fuck me to death."

"I think it just may work the other way around."

Harold moved from her pussy, and straddled her chest. 

Callie opened her mouth expecting him to insert his prick into it. Instead she felt her breasts being compressed together around his distended manhood. He added drops of a lubricant into the valley he created, and began moving slowly back and forward. As her skin became slick, he pressed her tits tighter around his dick. 

"This feels wonderful Harold; I wish I could see it."

"Callie, do you really think I am going to fall for your little subterfuge. When I cum on your face you will be happy you have the blindfold on."

"I am going to put a parental block on your computer, Harold. Your mind has been corrupted by that stuff."

"No one has ever done this to you before, baby?"

"No one has ever dared do that to me. I would have killed him."

"Then this will be another first for us. I have never done it. You have never done it; and when I stick my dick in your mouth, while I am still cumming, we will have had two firsts at one time."

"Do you read dirty books too, Harold? I seem to remember a scene like this in, 'Oh Shit', me and my big mouth."

"I love your big mouth; get ready to use it, because I am very close to cumming."

"Don't you get it in my hair; I have to go to work tomorrow morning."

"I cannot guarantee where it will land, my dear. My body is out of control when I am cumming."

"Fuck you, Harold."

"No, I will fuck you, in the ass if you continue to be abusive."

"Did you take one of those little blue pills?"

"No, this is just me."

"Where did all this stamina come from?"

"Dycke sent me a treadmill, and told me to get my fat ass on it, if I wanted to be his partner. He doesn't want me to drop dead, while you and I are in bed together. Stop talking dear, because here I cum." His hips moved faster and faster. His prick became a blur between her luscious breasts. Harold screamed as he ejaculated. 

His aim turned out to be quite good. His first two shots hit Callie in the chin and exploded all over her face. Harold grabbed his dick, tightly, and stuffed it into Callie's mouth. As he released the pressure and he shot a large blob of cum into her mouth with many more following it. 

She was lying flat, which was not ideal for swallowing his thick semen. She tried, but much of it started flowing out of her mouth.

As Harold returned to sanity, he looked down at her and smiled. He began scooping up his ejaculate with his fingers and fed it to her.

"It's in my nose, you bastard."

"Yes, but I didn't get any in your hair. I will be right back with warm towels to clean your face."

He came back with several wet towels to clean her face. He also came back with a bowl of strawberries and heavy cream, seated in a bowl of ice to keep them cold.

He cleaned her face lovingly, clearing it of all traces of his semen, and her perspiration. He also cleaned the area of her breasts, and her vagina. She didn't realize it, but he was preparing her to start all over again.

He lay down next to her, and began kissing her face, jaw, ears, and neck. How are you doing baby, is it too much for you?"

"No Harold, but it sure is different."

"Bad different or good different?"

"Good different Harold, I love what has gotten into you."

"Callie, nothing has gotten into me, but I am about to get into you. However, we have to eat first, to keep up our energy." He picked up a strawberry dipped it in the cream and told her to open her mouth wide. When it was half way in, he said, "Bite."

The flavors of the ripe strawberry and cream burst into her mouth. As she finished swallowing, she said, "That was delicious, may I have another one, please?" 

Harold repeated the process, and said, "Open," and seconds later, "Bite." He fed her one per minute until she could eat no more, and begged him to stop.

Harold asked, "What am I supposed to do with all of these extra strawberries and cream, if you are not going to eat them. It would be a shame to let them go to waste."

Callie said, "If you release me, I would feed them to you."

"Are you trying to trick me again? I have a better way for you to feed them to me." 

Harold moved everything lower onto the bed, and set himself up between her thighs. He took a scoop of heavy cream, used the fingers of his left hand to open the petals of her vagina, and dropped it perfectly on his target. It fell directly onto her clit hood.

Callie screamed. "Get that off me, its freezing."

Harold's tongue moved to her clit, and began sucking and licking the cream off. Callie went from freezing cold to the tantalizing heat of his tongue swirling around the tiny node of nerves in a heartbeat. Quickly, her pussy began dripping, again. She was angry she could not participate in his little game.

Harold noticed the little waterfall and said, "Darling, your little dribble is wetting the sheets again. Soon, we are going to have a puddle."

"You're not being cute, Harold."

"I was just pointing out the obvious, dear."

"I am going to stick a Popsicle up your ass, Harold."

He replied, "Thank you Callie, I never thought of that."

He took a strawberry, coated it was cream. 

Callie felt him open her pussy with his fingers again; she had a premonition of what he was going to do. She yelled, "No, please Harold, don't do it. Don't put a strawberry in me. It's going to be too cold. Please Har..."

Before she could finish her sentence, a strawberry was gently slipped into her pussy.

"Oh fuck, Harold!" The extreme cold of the strawberry touched the 98.6° internal heat of Callie's body temperature and the collision caused her to yell at the top of her lungs. While she was still trying to deal with this onslaught, Harold licked her clit, and Callie exploded. Harold's face was covered with her essence, but not from just one explosion, but three. 

He could not help but laugh. "Baby, you just dribbled all over my face. I am going to take a picture of it, so you can see what I look like later. He went to his computer, opened his LifeCam Program, smiled for the camera, and took six still pictures. After he accepted all of them, he ran a 30-second motion picture series, rotating his face for all to see and ended the program. He replayed it, and laughed at himself. Callie would kill him, when she looked at it; but it would be worth.

When he returned to the bed, Callie was still in the recovery phase. When he placed his hand on her stomach, she yelled, "Be thankful I am tied up Harold. Don't be anyplace around me, when you let me loose."

"Was that a threat, dear? In the condition that you find yourself in, did you just threaten me?" He took an ice cube from the bowl, and ran it across the bone at the pubic ridge.

She screamed, "Harold, stop. I promise I'll be good; please."

He removed the ice and kissed the area it had just touched. He licked it, kissed it, and the area around it. The area immediately returned to normal body temperature.

Callie could not understand why her body listened to him, when in her mind she was angry as hell. He was her Pied Piper. Wherever his hands, tongue, legs, or lips told her body to go, that is where her body went, and wanted to be. She was in love with this man. She was his. She had never felt this way about any other man before, and she had loved many. The sight of him, his touch, his feel, his taste, and the sound of his voice, all of it made her body tingle; even now when he was tormenting her. She wondered what diabolical scheme he had dreamt up now, as she felt his cold hand moving up the inside of her left thigh.

It didn't take her long to find out.

Using his hand as a scoop, Harold put a mound the freezing cold heavy cream all over Callie's pussy.

"Harold, take that stuff off me, you maniac. It's freezing!" She pulled frantically at the ties that held her arms and legs, but they held her fast.

Harold dove headfirst into her pussy, and nearly broke his nose. 

Callie screamed, when his nose nearly crushed the little nerve center, and screamed louder when a huge orgasm hit, announcing to her that her pleasure center was back in normal operating condition.

He was eating the cream in and around her pussy, like she was his last supper. His mouth and tongue were in constant contact with her golden flesh. Everywhere his tongue went her hips followed. Within moments her exterior was clean, but the strawberry was still inside. He put the cheeks of her ass into both his hands, and raised it to his mouth. He licked around the tiny opening to her vagina, which drove Callie crazy, and thrust his tongue deep into her, playing with that rough patch, on the top lining of her vagina.

Harold said, "Keep your hips still, Callie, it's hard enough trying to locate that strawberry with my tongue, this way; but with you moving so fast, it's nearly impossible.

"Fuck me, Harold, please fuck me, I need you inside me."

"I'm sorry babe, but I have to get it out of you, before I get into you. You are only going to dribble anyhow. It will only take another 5 or 10 minutes to get it out of you. You are not having any trouble hanging on, are you?"

"I'm sorry I said that Harold. I apologize. I have been cuming and cuming, since you started. I could have filled up a reservoir by now. Please hurry I need you to fuck me."

"Since you said please, I'll see what I can do."

She felt him insert a finger into her vagina, and touch strawberry.

"Harold stop; you are pushing it deeper into me."

"Thanks Callie, I will use a longer finger. That should do the trick." He did, and the result was the same.

"What are you going to do Harold? How are you going to get out of me?"

"There is only one way to do it, babe. I am going to have to take your to the emergency room to have them take it out."

"NNNNNOOOOOOOOOOO," she screamed. "I work at the hospital. I would never live it down. There has to be another way."

"Well, I guess I could crush it, and we could rinse it out of you."

"No Harold; a woman's body is not built that way. There is no brick wall at the back of the vagina to crush the strawberry."

"In that case, I'll just have to suck it out of you."

"Harold, I love you, and I know you're trying your best, but that's not possible, either. Untie me, and let me see if I can get myself out of the situation."

"There you go again, just trying to get untied. I will untie you, and take off your blindfold, when I am ready. Now I am going to suck strawberry out of your pussy. If you lie back, and think of those wonderful movies you saw on your computer, it will help lubricate your inside, and I suck out if you in less than three minutes. Is that okay with you?"

"Harold, you are the eternal optimist."

"Do you want me to stick a Popsicle up your ass to get you to pay attention?"

"No, I just want you to know, whether you succeed or fail, I am still going to marry you."

"I am going to untie your feet, because you said that." He untied her, and he rubbed her ankles to get circulation flowing again. He took up a position between her thighs, attached his mouth to her pussy, and began to lick and suck on it.

Callie did not know how he was going to remove that strawberry from her, but she had another orgasm within minutes. She heard him sucking down her juices as they were leaving her body. His tongue tortured her clit, and perineum, while his teeth nibbled on her vulva. Her legs were locked around his back, so she knew he was not going anywhere. He had made her cum more times than she could count, but she felt that damn strawberry move deeper inside her. She did not know where Harold received all this extra stamina, but she was exhausted.

Harold was still attached to her pussy, when she said, "Harold stop, I am exhausted. Please stop, untie me, and take off this blindfold. I need to talk to you.

Harold lifted his head, wiped his face with a towel, and said, "What's the problem, Callie?"

"I don't care about the damn strawberry anymore. I'm tired, and I want to go to sleep. Please do as I ask."

Harold released her bonds, removed her blindfold, and returned to his position between her thighs.

"What's the matter, Callie?"

"You have been making love to me for hours; perfect, magnificent, love. You have done things to me no man has ever done before, and you were marvelous. I don't care about the damn strawberry. I will worry about that tomorrow. I just want to take a shower and go to sleep with you."

"Callie, I just wanted to show you how much I love you. I thought this was the best way to do it. I haven't watched porn, since I was a teenager. You are the one that invigorates my memory and my mind. As far as the strawberry goes, that is a non-issue." 

"What do you mean, the strawberry is a non-issue?"

Harold reached between Callie's legs, grabbed a blue string, pulled, and the rubber strawberry popped out of her vagina.

Harold asked her, "Would you like to keep this as a souvenir of today's playtime?" 

He was out of bed, running towards the living room, before she could say a word.

Callie's eyes opened wide, in shock, as she looked at the strawberry toy in her hand. 

She screamed, "Harold Chase, I have changed my mind. I will marry you, but I am going to have to adopt children. I am not going to be able to have children naturally, because I am about to stuff your balls down your throat. Where are you hiding, you dick-less bastard."

"I am cowering on the couch, waiting for you to catch me."

She walked into the living room and there he was sitting on the couch. 

"Why aren't you hiding, Harold?"

"I don't want to waste any time hiding from you."

"I'm going to beat the shit out of you for scaring me to death, Harold."

"Yes, I know. However, you will have to get close to me to do it. When you are, I am going to grab your arms, and pin them against your body. I will start kissing you, and your mind may stay mad, but your body will want to start making love with me, again."

"You seem pretty sure of yourself, Harold?" 

"I started out by getting you angry with me, and tying you up. By adding the blindfold, I infuriated you. I heated you up knowing you would overreact. When you realized I changed all of my previous behaviors in bed, your body followed my instructions, even though your mind tried to fight me. You gave me the perfect word to work from, and make you smile. 'Dribble!'"

"Oh God, are you ever going to let me live that down?"

"If the tables were turned, would you let me?"

"Can I lie and say 'YES? '"

"Can I lie and say I believe you? Before I continue, I want you to notice that you are sitting next to me, behaving like a rational young woman, and not like a two-year-old."

"I told you Harold, I am very tired. I don't know what got into you today, but I hope it is not a one-time thing."

"No baby, it is not going to be a one-time thing. You have Dycke to thank for this."

"Why, what did he do to you this time?"

"He said that you should talk to Payne, and asked her about when they first met, and their trips to the library. He said; make sure you are comfortable with plenty of coffee, or water drink, and a towel to wipe the perspiration from your head. He said, "No matter where you are or the time of day; it's going to get very hot."

"Okay, what about the treadmill, and this business thing you are doing with him?"

"Dycke loves doing a lot of things. He loves his wife, most of all. He loves running his businesses. He loves his children. He loves to exercise. Exercise to him is a way to clear his mind and keep it healthy. He is up every morning at 5 AM and on his treadmill for 10 miles. He has more treadmills, and wants me on one of them, when we are visiting. My treadmill is pre-programmed. In the beginning, when it was testing me for my cardiac strength, breathing rates, and everything else, the machine made noises like an old car breaking down. I plugged the cable into the television and the instructor gave me the bad news. It told me I could not keep up with a group of fifth graders for five minutes. Put your running shoes on, and watch the screen in front of you. The screen came alive with a group of young boys and girls jumping up and down at a starting line yelling, "Good morning, Mister Chase. Good morning Mister Chase, are you ready? I answered, "Yes." The treadmill started, and we all took off. I'm running, they are running, and everything is going along fine. I looked at the timer in front of me, and one, then two, and at three minutes, all the kids are ahead of me. I pick up my pace, but the kids keep getting further ahead of me. At four minutes, I am running flat out, and these kids are 100 yards ahead of me, and gaining. The bell goes off at five minutes, all the kids are there jumping up and down, saying, "Hooray, Mister Chase, hooray, Mister Chase, you have just run, 2623 feet, in five minutes." Hooray, Mister Chase, hooray, Mister Chase."

"I swear, Callie, if I had a gun, I would have shot each of those smiling little kids'."

Callie cuddled in the corner of his arm, and said, "Can we go to bed now, I am still tired."

"Baby, you haven't beaten me up, yet?"

"I will forgive you this time, as long as there is a next time, and a time after that."

"Talk to Payne, about Dycke, the library and books; that will allay all your fears about next time."

"I will call her from work tomorrow. Take me to bed, Harold, I love you."

"And I love you, Callie, you stubborn woman. You should have been with me for five years already. I'm going to make love to you so many times to make up for those years; your legs are going to hurt."

"Okay," she said sleepily as he led her to their bed. He covered her, kissed her head, and turned off the overhead light. 

After he covered her, and kissed her good night, he went into their walk-in closet, picked up a pair of her nursing shoes, tennis socks, and a yellow nurses' uniform, and put them on the chair in the master bathroom. For his final act of chivalry, he went into her dresser to get her a pair of panties and a bra. Holding it in his hand Harold admired what the bra had to do during its lifetime. It had strength, form, and function. It had to because it held the weight of a pair of "TITS" every day of its useful life. It was a job that every heterosexual man, regardless of race, color, creed, or national origin, envied.

Putting the bra aside, Harold picked up a pair of her panties. This gauze like material concealed the "Sanctum of Sanctums," the Holy Grail of the male world. As all-male perverts, like myself will do, he held the tiny pouch to his nose, and breathe in her scent. If one amoeba can tell the difference from another amoeba; one male can tell the difference between his female and another. This female was his female; Callie. This tiny piece of material, freshly laundered in water that fell from the sky as rain, landed in the Verde River Valley basin, collected in its reservoirs, and rivers. It was processed in the areas water treatment plants, with chlorine and other cancer causing agents, to make sure it is drinkable by humans, and then distributed by a government regulated water board; pumped through thousands of miles of underground pipes throughout the county; into his home. He pushed a button on his washing machine, which allowed that water to flow into it. He threw prepackaged detergents and conditioners in to the hole on top of the machine, along with these panties, plus other soiled garments, and the hole is covered. 40 minutes, or so later, a bell informs you this machine has completed its task. 




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 18



He uncovers the hole to that machine, open the hole to a different machine, and transfer the clothes into it. Closing that hole, he pushes another button, return to his seat, finishes the New York Times crossword puzzle, while waiting for the bell on that machine to ring and inform you that your clothes are now dry. You fold all the clothes into neat little piles and put them in their appropriate cubicles. 

Here you are, at 9:30 PM, and you are holding this tiny scrap of material against your nose. Even though it has gone through all of the above processes, "SHE" is still in there; in this tiny piece of material. You breathe in again and again, turn and look at her sleeping in your bed, and know as you hold that fabric to your nose 'SHE' is the one that belongs there.'

He folded the panties into a tiny triangle, put them inside a cup of her bra, and put them with the rest of her clothes.

He showers, brushes his teeth, and shaves; just in case he gets lucky in the morning. He goes to bed, with her, even though it is very early. There was no place on this earth he would rather be. He is content.

Callie felt him climb into their bed, and rolled over to be near him. They settled down in the center of the bed, with her head on his chest, and his arm on her back and hip. Neither of them moved until 4:30 AM, when the alarm went off for Callie to get up for work.

Her head popped up and she said "I have to do something about that alarm Harold. It's unfair to wake you up at this hour of the morning."

"Actually, babe, it's perfect. The new slave driver I am going into business with likes to run at this hour of the morning. While you are taking your shower and getting dressed, I'll make breakfast for us, and when you leave, I'll get on the treadmill."

"That's right Harold; you have promises to keep to me, and other people. Some of them are delicious."

"Remember dear, you ran out of gas, before I got laid last night."

"The space shuttle launch vehicle would have run out of gas yesterday, before you would have gotten laid. I never knew what hit me; I was blindfolded."

"People have made love in the dark for eons, dear. Don't put the blame for your lack of physical preparedness, on blindfolds."

"Come on, Harold, give me a break."

"I did give you a break; I let you go to sleep early last night."

"Damn you, Harold, throwing me 'a guilt trip' at 4:30 in the morning."

"I am doing nothing of the kind. I have a towel, and all your clothes placed neatly on the bathroom chair, for you to slip into. I am offering to make you breakfast, so you don't have to rush. I am going to change my own schedule, to do my running, when you leave for work. I am also buying a set of weights, to increase my overall strength. What more can I do to show you that I love you, Callie?"

"Fuck you Harold; get into bed, but this is going to be a quickie."

"I don't want you to do anything that is going to upset you. If your heart is not going to be in it, just take your shower and get dressed."

"Harold, you have one second to get into that bed, before I break your neck and screw you on the way to the hospital."

"Okay, if you're going to put the threat of physical violence into it, I'll keep my end up."

"Your end is already up. You love this little conversation of ours. You love tormenting me. You probably stayed up all night thinking of every word you said to me. Did you do it on your computer, or did you write it out using pen and paper."

"I don't have time to tell you. I was ordered into bed."

"When I talk to Payne today, I'm going to have her give Dycke a message for me; a very painful message from me."

"Dear, it's 4:35 A.M.; are you sure you want to continue talking, or is this quickie becoming a very quickie?"

"I probably won't come at all, after what you did to me yesterday. All I have to do is satisfy you, which shouldn't take that long. I will be out of here and at work early."

"Yesterday, you used the word 'Dribble.' Today it is a whole sentence. "I probably won't come at all." Call the hospital, tell them you going to be late; you're suffering from multiple orgasms."

"Don't do this to me, Harold. It's my first day back from vacation. I can't be late today. It's not fair to the other girls."

"I will give the girls that are late getting home, $1000 each. However, this is too good to be true. "I probably won't come at all."

Callie ran into the bathroom and locked the door. Harold, stay away from me. I apologize, I didn't mean it. You can tie me up for the three days I am home, but I can't be late today. Please Harold, forgive me."

"Okay Callie, you are forgiven, but don't do that again, or I am going to buy the same paddles that Dycke and Payne use."

Callie opened the door, and stuck her head out. "They use paddles?"

"Take your shower and get dressed. I'll make breakfast. When you speak to Payne, ask her about them. You are going to love being her neighbor."

"She looks as innocent as the day is long, but she is wild thing isn't she?"

"You have no idea Callie, you have absolutely no idea. However, if you want to work in any of the hospitals, in South Carolina while we are there, I would start checking on their regulations. Take whatever courses and certifications you need, so there is no downtime for you. I would like to move there, but that is a decision for both of us, not just me. It is not a requirement for my business. We have years to make that decision, and I am not selling this house, one-way or the other. Stop walking around naked, and take your shower please."

Callie smiled at him, and said, "Yes dear." She kissed him, grabbed ahold of his dick, and squeezed.

"Bitch!"

"Poor Harold; all swollen up with no place to go." She slid down his body, licked the crown of his penis, and slipped it into her mouth.

Harold pulled her head off of him and said, "No Callie, I want all of you, or none of you."

She looked up at him and frowned. "Oh hell, I guess I'm going to be late for work today."

*****

Later that day, Harold got a call from Majestic Printing in Sedona. They had made a printing error, on the wedding invitations, and were calling to apologize. It would take them at least another two weeks to reset and reprint another complete set of 250 wedding invitations. Instead of putting the same wedding date on every invitation, their computer made it the next numerical date. No one at their company picked it up, until the run was completed and the last person on their list was going to be invited to be at their wedding on October 250. That is when the alarm was sounded. There was no way to save the current set, new plates would have to be made, and because of the inconvenience it would be no charge.

Harold yelled, "Inconvenience, hell! I have to find out if the church is available, the restaurant, the limousines, the flowers, and everything else. You had better prepare yourself to be sued, if I lose one penny in my deposits."

The manager at Majestic Printing was nonplussed. He said, "Mister Chase, we carry insurance to make sure we are covered for just such an occasion."

Harold hung up, and decided to make phone calls to everyone but Callie. He wanted all her patients to live throughout the day. He started with the church and it was available. Next was the Hyatt Pinon Pointe Resort and it was available. The florists, limousines, wedding cake, dresses, Harold stopped, and yelled, "The dresses, I have to call Payne."

A voice answered that he did not recognize and he asked to speak to either Mr. or Mrs. Schneider.

The women answered, "I'm sorry they are both at work, sir."

Harold called Dycke at work and when he answered, he asked, "What is Payne doing at work with you?"

"Who said she was at work with me, Harold? She is flying one of our clients to Rio."

"I must have misunderstood Dycke. The woman who answered your phone said she was working."

"She is working Harold; she is flying the airplane."

"I'm sorry Dycke; I keep forgetting she can do that."

"What can I do for you, Harold?"

"Can you call Paris and tell. Suzette, that the wedding has been pushed back to October 30 from October 16?"

"I'm glad you called Harold, because right now I want to stick my hand through the air and grab you by the throat. I have a wedding on October 16, in New York. You never gave me the date of your wedding, you just said it was five or six weeks away, and I have been so busy; I never gave it a second thought."

"You would miss my wedding for someone else's?"

"It would be a smart place to be, if I can get you and Callie invitations. There are going to be a lot of political heavyweights there. A good friend of mine, Jim Green, is going to be there and wants to introduce me to the Attorney General, Clark Atwater. He told me to hook my wagon to his belt, because he is going to be the next President of the United States. It's nice to get in on the ground floor Harold. He has name recognition, but no substantial base around the country. He does have one thing going for him; and that means a lot. "Money" he has quite a few high rollers that are for him, because he is a moderate in the truest sense of the word. Are you interested, Harold?

"Dycke, you never told me who's getting married?"

"Patricia-Laura-Garrett-Parent-Zabo to Stephano Bartolommeo Valentino

"Patricia parent is not dead?"

"Apparently not Harold; if she's getting married."

"Get me an invitation that wedding. I don't care how much you have to pay or who you have to bribe, I want to be at that wedding. I want to see her, again. I want to talk to that woman. She is the smartest programmer on this planet. I met her once at Amherst, I doubt if she will remember me. If we could form a corporation with her, Dycke, the things we could do, would be unimaginable."

I will call Jim Green, and try to get you an invitation to the wedding, but be prepared to part with some serious money."

"I don't care how much he wants; get me an invitation to that wedding."

I will call you back, Harold. I have to call Paris and Jim; give me an hour."

"I will be here, my friend."

******

Instead of sitting by the phone and doing nothing Harold decided to call Payne, instead. 

Payne picked up her cell phone and said, "Hello!"

Harold said in a testy voice, "Does altitude sickness addle your brain? How could you schedule another wedding on the day of my wedding?"

"Holy shit Harold, did I do that?"

"According to your husband, you did. I don't know how you plan on being in New York for one wedding, and in Arizona for another one. I am absolutely, pissed at you, Payne. I was going to surprise Dycke, when he got here and tell him he was going to be my best man. You killed that surprise, also."

"Harold, what wedding do we have in New York that weekend?"

"Dycke said it was a very important one. It was set up by a friend of his, Jim Green."

"Oh God, Harold, I remember now. I didn't have to get a gown for that wedding, because it is being held out of doors. There are going to be a great many political bigwigs there, plus quite a few deep pockets."

"I begged Dycke to get me an invitation. I want to meet the bride. She may be the smartest and best programmer in the world."

"Who are you talking about, Patricia Parent?"

"Please tell me you know her."

"I don't know her well, but I have a lot of friends that know her very well."

"Payne, have I told you how much I love you lately?"

"No, you haven't Harold, as a matter of fact you were yelling at me a little while ago."

"Payne, you are the most wonderful person on this planet, with the exception of Patricia- Laura-Garrett-Parent.

"She uses her father's last name, now, also, Harold. Add Zabo to the list you just rattled off."

"Patricia-Laura-Garrett- Parent-Zabo is marrying Stephano Bartolommeo Valentino. I feel bad for the children already."

"If you start getting nasty Harold, I won't introduce you to her."

"I will grovel at her feet to get five minutes of her time, Payne."

"She must be really good Harold. Do you want to get into bed with her, also?"

"Payne, all I want to do is talk to Patricia about programming and about opening a business with her. With Dycke's business sense, Patricia, and I doing the programming, we could be writing programs that could rewrite the way computers think in the matter of one or two years. We could make Microsoft, Apple, and every other computer think tank obsolete in five years, and put the United States so far ahead of the rest of the world in computer technology, everyone will be coming here to buy, instead of going to the Far East to purchase technology."

"Our unemployment rate would go down exponentially, Howard, and that would be great for our economy."

"A lot of our workers would have to be retrained, but it would also mean higher salaries in different career fields. It would be fantastic."

"Howard, I forgot to tell you; do you know who knows Patricia very well?"

"Are you going to leave me hanging, or are you going to tell me?"

"No, I'm not going to tell you, because that would spoil the surprise. I will give you one hint."

"Go ahead; I am waiting with bated breath."

"You better write this down because you may forget it, and you may have to refer to it later."

"Go ahead, Payne, you are becoming a pain in my ass."

"I'm sorry, Harold. I can't tell you now I have to start my descent into Rio."

"Payne, I am going to kill you."

"Okay, Harold. I'll give you one hint, and only one hint, but I do have to start my descent so, write this down quickly. Are you ready?"

"Yes, I am ready, go ahead."

Payne screamed into her headset: "SHE LIVES WITH YOU!"

"What did you say, Payne? Say that again please."

Harold waited for a reply, but there was none.

"Payne, say that again please."

He said again and again. He received no reply.

He screamed, "I am going to kill that woman, with my bare hands." 

Then he became rational. He grabbed his keys, wallet, and jacket, and flew out the front door, got into the car, and raced towards the hospital. 8 miles from his house, he received his first speeding ticket. He tried to explain to the officer that he was on his way to see a nurse in the hospital; it didn't work. He got his second ticket when he went through a stop sign 89A into the hospital parking lot. He tried the same excuse there, with the same result. He did not mind the tickets; he just wished the police officers could write faster.

When he got into the hospital lobby, he did not wait for the elevator. He ran up three flights of stairs to the telemetry floor to look for Callie. He nearly knocked her over as he exited the stairway.

She looked at him, because he had a wild-eyed stare, and asked him "What is wrong?" 

He replied, "Everything; can you get someone to cover for you for 10 minutes. I need your undivided attention."

Callie ran to the charge nurse, and asked her to cover for her a few minutes. Something was wrong with Harold. She had never seen him like this. Whatever it was, it had to be taken care of now.

Her boss waved her away, and told her to take care of her business, and not to come back, until everything had been resolved."

Callie grabbed Harold. She took him into a room, which was not occupied. She closed the door; and asked him, "Harold, what is wrong?"

"Callie, sit down, and I will tell you everything that happened, in the order it happened, and how I corrected it." 

The first item he mentioned was the screw- up on the invitations, and she screamed, "NO!"

All the nurses standing at their station heard her scream, and wondered what had happened.

"Listen to me, Callie; I have taken care of everything. You have got to listen to me, and not scream, or I will leave."

Callie nodded her head.

Harold continued telling her everything that taken place. He continued, "Instead of getting married on 16 October, they were getting married on 30 October. The church is confirmed; the resort is confirmed, the flowers, candy, and everything that had been set up for the 16th, is now set up for the 30th. Nothing was left out, no stone was left unturned. The dresses will be here on time, and as luck would have it, this is the best thing that could ever have happened to us, because we had never given Dycke and Payne the date of our wedding. They had already committed to another wedding on 16 October, and that wedding was more important than ours. It is a political wedding, with a lot of very important people, some of whom we have to meet. I am attempting to get us an invitation to it now. Please tell me you remember the bride: 'Patricia Garrett.'

She knew the name immediately, but put a frown on her face and said, "Who?"

"Patricia-Laura-Garrett-Parent-Zabo."

"WHO?"

"I am going to kill Payne."

"WHY?"

"Payne said you knew Patricia very well."

"Okay!"

"Okay, what Callie? Do you know her okay, or do you not know her?"

Callie got up from her chair, and kissed him. "Harold, you are magnificent, and that's why I love you so much. You took a horrible situation, and before you came to me, you had it all straightened out. What more could any bride want. Yes I know Patricia very well. She was at the hospital, when Susan had her baby. She was at the hospital, with Stephano, the day he left her. We went out together that evening to get hammered, and unfortunately neither of us did. I left with another man, and she went home with three men. I was not with you at the time. She was going through a tough time, and she wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear. She will remember me, because we went out with "The Four Kissing Amigo's. The next morning, I heard that a military jet took her to Washington, and that was the last time I saw or heard from her. I have her phone number. I will call her and ask if we can come to her wedding."

Harold picked her up, kissed her, and threw her on to the empty bed, which made her scream. He grabbed her slacks and panties by their elastic waistbands; and pulled them, and her panties down to her knees.

She screamed, "Harold, I can't do this at work!"

She was about to scream again, when Harold's hand covered her mouth. "Be Quiet!"

He removed his hand to see if she obeyed, and she did. He pushed her knees up to her head, as his head dropped down and devoured her pussy. He attacked her ferociously with his tongue, teeth, and lips. No part of her sex was left untreated by his attack.

Callie was biting the meatiest part of her hand, but she was suffering from the pain. She reached out, grabbed a pillow, and stuffed it over her face. As soon as it was in position, she screamed in ecstasy, as her juices pulsed out all over him. Squirt after squirt, deluge after deluge hit him in the neck, chin, and face. It did not stop. It continued to pulse for nearly a moment. Harold laughed, and said loud enough for her to hear, "I probably won't come at all."

She replied, "This is one game; I don't mind being wrong at."

Harold said, "Callie, my love, you are wrong in all our games. I am going to fuck you in the ass and prove it."

He kept her legs folded, flipped her over, keeping her in perfect position for a rectal reaming.

Callie started begging, "Harold, please not at work. You know I can't control my screaming when you do that to me. Please, Harold, not at work; wait until we get at home. You can bend me over the couch, or over the kitchen table. Please, not at work, Harold!" 

She kept begging as he lined up at the tiny star, and just as she felt him start to push. He slipped down and pushed hard into her pussy. She screamed in joy, as the door to their room was opened, her supervisor walked in, while perusing some papers, and as she lifted her head she asked, "How much... oh fuck..." 

She turned around and left the room, blushing. She returned to the nurses' station and said, "It would seem that Harold and Callie had worked out their problems. They are letting off a little steam. Callie is going to need new uniform, and check her locker to see if she has a change of under garments. Get Harold a lab coat. He cannot walk around the hospital, the way he is."




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 18



The nurses asked if they could look.

The charge nurse said, "You better bring fresh linens, with the change of clothes. Your cell phones will take all the pictures you need. It's been 40 minutes, and I only gave her 10. It serves them right for taking too much time."

Harold was still pounding away, into Callie, when three nurses brazenly walked into their room. They put the change of sheets onto the night table, her clothes next to her on the bed, towels in the bathroom, and the lab coat over the back of the Harold chair.

They took their cell phones out their pockets, and started taking pictures. Initially, Callie screamed and covered her face.

Harold grabbed her hands and pulled them away. He put his face by hers, and they waved to the cameras.

After a few minutes of taking graphic photographs, the nurses' waved goodbye. 

Harold increased his speed, Callie grabbed his neck, and moments later, they both screamed as they fulfilled each other's passion.

Callie said, "I hope they don't put our names with our pictures, when they post them on YouTube."

"Would your friends do that to you, baby?"

"You can bet your ass on it, Harold."

"In that case, you had better come up with a very snappy reply."

*******

"Stop smiling, and wake up, Patty. This is the last time I am warning you; the next time it's ice water." 

"Steph, it is Saturday, nothing is happening today."

"Some daughter you turned out to be. You promised to your dad we would go to the city and have lunch with them; do you remember?

"Wasn't that for next week?"

"Do you want to check your own calendar?"

She hopped out of bed walked towards the kitchen, and heard Stephano say, "Damn it Patty, put some clothes on. A man can only stand so much."

She replied, "Don't look!"

"I am going to look at you. I am also going to spank you for being so insolent."

"I'll put clothes on. You stay away from me."

"Isn't it amazing how quickly you changed your tune?"

"You are a brute, Stephano. That is the only way you get me to do what you want me to do."

"That will change, on the day you say I do. Then we become partners in life, until death."

"Oh, how sweet."

"I didn't say how long until death would occur after you said, I do."

"If it happens quickly, I could still die a virgin."

"Whoever invented that word should be killed, or at least emasculated."

"Listen you, I am almost 24 years old, and I have had that little piece of skin inside me, since birth. It has never bothered me to be there, and it will not bother me if it is there on the day of my death. If you want it so badly, 'Behave!'

"That my darling goes both ways. You should have learned that the first time. Do you want to recount your sins, or do you want me to refresh your memory?"

"YOU LEFT ME!"

"After what you said to me,' I WOULD DO IT AGAIN!' Do you want to continue this argument or do you want to stop it now."

"What were we talking about before this got out of hand?"

He walked over to her and pulled her into his arms, and hugged her. He kissed the top of her snowcapped head and said, "Patty, I can see we are going to become experts at 'Make-up Love Making. We were talking about lunch with your father and got into an argument about who left who and why."

"I believe I would rather have lunch with my father than continue arguing. What do you think?"

"I could not agree more. Paul and Rita should be here within the hour. So if you could manage to be ready by then, it would be appreciated."

"I will try."

"Wear heels, I understand they are taking us to a very expensive place." 

******

Paul and Rita landed at the helicopter on the pad of the old house, and walked over to see if Patty and Stephano were ready. They have little surprise for them, and could not wait to spring it on them. They were halfway to the motorhome when the door opened, and Stephano and Patty exited. They exchanged greetings; and were walking towards the helicopter when Brad drove up in his Corvette.

Stephano asked, "Did your grandmother give you a reprieve?"

Brad replied, "No such luck, my Honda broke down, so she gave me the Corvette until my car gets fixed."

Patty asked, "Did you finish the drawings on the house?"

"Yes, that's why I'm here."

"It will have to wait until tomorrow, because we are on our way to have lunch with my dad. You have a date with my horses, and my property anyhow, and we all know unless it's a female with two legs you cannot multitask."

"I have not been with a female in months, because of you. I'm beginning to wonder what they look like."

Stephano replied, "They have not changed, Brad, unless your attitude has you are better off without them."

"Don't start with me, Stephano. I was doing very well until your fiancé came into my life. If you had not left her, none of this would have happened to me."

"Bullshit Brad, you still would have made the bet on the chicken carbonara and lost. Let's not go over that again. We have to leave. Be here tomorrow around 11 AM and we will go over the plans. Ask your mother to come with you please if it's too early for her. If it is, leave a message on our machine with a time that is good for her."

"Why isn't it too early for me?"

Patty called out, "TIMELESS!"

The horse reared its head and came trotting from the middle of the field towards her.

Brad started running away, and said, "I'll be here at 11 AM, no, I'll be here at 10:30 AM, just keep that horse away from me."

"You better get her a bucket of oats, or I will have her chase you around the property."

"Yes ma'am, one bucket of oats coming up."

When the horse got to her, then nuzzled each other. Patty scratched her all over, especially behind her left ear, which she seemed to like the most. She told the horse to go get her oats and she cantered over to where Brad had the bucket waiting for her.

"Stephano, why can't you be more like Brad. He always does what he is told, when he is told what to do."

"He would be obedient to you, until he left your sight. Then he would go to the board in his room to see which female would be next on his date list. Don't you remember what Mister Woodson said about him?"

"Yes, I remember, but when he heard I had $63 million in the bank, I don't think he would roam very far."

"Patty, you are so naïve. People with much more money then you have gotten divorced every day, and those divorces are not very pretty. Do you remember what Brad's goal in life was? He wanted to become a gigolo. He is not marriage material."

"Let's go to New York, and have lunch with my dad, and forget Brad for today. We will see what he has come up with for our house tomorrow. I hope it is good so he can start building it soon. I want to get out of our motorhome. It was not meant for long-term living. We can move into one of the other houses, as soon as the closings are completed. I believe that would be a better option."

"I agree, now let's get into the helicopter before we are late for lunch."

Instead of Rita, making sure they were buckled in properly, it was Paul that did the honors today. 

Stephano noted the change and asked, "What's going on, Paul?"

"You have the new pilot flying us to New York today. Rita passed her flying test and is now fully qualified to fly this bird."

Patty hit the intercom button and said, "Congratulations Rita, don't take any crap from the flight attendant."

"He knows his place, Patty. He knows how hard I worked to get into this chair. He was my biggest 'athletic supporter'!"

"Don't let it go to your head Rita. I am still the senior pilot on this aircraft."

"If you try to burst my bubble today, Paul, you are going to wait a long time for your next ride in my saddle."

"Folks, we have a luncheon engagement in New York. We would like to be there on time."

"Here we go Patty, 'engine start'." As smoothly as Paul had done it every time he had flown the helicopter, Rita took control of the aircraft off the ground, and headed south. She contacted at traffic control like she had done it every day of her life; and you could hear the happiness in her voice. She landed at the East River Heliport, and Stephano told them to have a good time while they were in town, on the corporate card, because he did not know when they would be back, it could even be overnight.

Paul said, "Gee whiz, boss, wouldn't that be terrible. About what time would we know if it was going to be overnight?"

"If I don't call you by 6 PM, it's an overnighter."

"Your wish is my command."

"Paul, you will not stay at the Four Seasons."

"Would I do that to you, boss?"

"You wouldn't, if you want your job tomorrow."

"How about the Excelsior?"

"Think about your paycheck, and let your conscience be your guide."

"I thought this was going to be a fun job," Paul smiled.

Stephano smacked him on the head and said, "Go have some fun before I kick you in the ass."

******

As they walked out the front of the terminal, the driver of a stretch limousine opened the door for them. He said, "Miss Parent, Mister Zabo awaits for you inside."

Patty was cautious, but stuck her head through the opening of the door, and there was her father and Jemma, sipping champagne.

Patty yelled, "You are not allowed to drink alcohol, prego!"

"I am not drinking mine; I'm drinking yours, because you are late."

Patty grabbed the glass from her hand, kissed her and her father hello. Stephano stepped into the limousine and did the same. He asked, "What is the occasion?"

"A town car is too small for the four of us, and this was the next logical size vehicle. Also, a friend of mine owns the business."

Patty looked at Stephano, and said, "Don't ever ask my father, how many friends he has, because he has more of them than he has money. If you ask him, he will tell you at times his friends are much more useful than his money."

William nodded his head. "That is very sage advice my son. Money can buy many things, but real friendship is something that you should treasure, and nurture all your life. We are calling on the friend of mine in a few minutes."

"Are they meeting us for lunch, Dad?"

"I will ask when we see them."

"Don't you love it when he does not give you an answer, with an almost answer."

"He probably learned to do that to avoid having to deal with your mother."

"Ow, why did you hit me?"

"You just insulted my mother, Stephano."

"I said 'probably,' didn't I?"

"I knew you didn't mean it."

The limousine pulled up in front of a very fashionable store on Sixth Avenue, and William told the driver that they might be a little while. He would keep in touch with him by phone.

William turned and looked at his daughter sternly. "Patricia, you will behave; is that understood?"

Patty was taken aback by her father's attitude, and by his tone of voice. She felt like he was talking to a child, and that the child should not try to rebuke her father's authority.

"Yes, dad, I understand."

William walked ahead of them towards a side door, and Stephano looked at Patty and shrugged his shoulders. Patty shook her head, not knowing what was coming next. As soon as she entered the doorway behind her father, and he moved the curtains to the side, she said, "Dammit, dad, why can I just buy a dress off the rack."

William turned and looked at his daughter. Just the look on his face changed the color on hers'.

"You will follow these ladies instructions to the T, is that understood, Patricia?"

"Yes, father, I wish we had eaten first, then, I could've thrown up all over your shoes."

"Patricia, I missed 20 years of your life. I regret every one of them. I regret even more at this moment that I never had the chance to correct your arrogant attitude. Unfortunately, for the rest of the world you received your attitude from both your mother and I. Unrestricted the world has gotten you. We had this discussion once before in the aircraft, but I surely would love to put my hand to your lovely behind."

"Trust me, dad, Stephano has done it twice, and my attitude remains the same. I doubt you would have any better luck than he has."

"Daughter, I believe Stephano had other intentions on his mind when he stroked your behind. If I were to do it, it would be with evil intent, and the handprints might take a year or more to disappear. Now, are we going to do this my way, or are we going to do it the hard way."

Carolina Herrera walked into the dressing area, and said, "William, what young woman are you degrading now?"

William glided over, kissed Carolina on both cheeks, and said, "It's just my daughter, dear one. How have you been, I have not seen you since Milan?"

"Your friend, the Chinese Ambassador, has been keeping me busier than you possibly can imagine. My Buenos Aires store has been working on orders for his family for the past nine months. We have not started on the orders for the people that he has recommended my fashions and bridal gowns to yet. I do not know how I will ever be able to repay you William."

"Carolina, your repayment stands before you. She is being married in four weeks. She would be happy walking down the aisle in a pair of cutoffs, a blouse, and a pair of flip-flops. Her mother, 'May she rest in peace,' would kill her first, and then come looking for me. I would not blame her one bit. The event is outside, in the middle of October, but most of all you must know, she is a virgin."

Patty yelled, "DAD, WHY DON'T YOU GET A FUCKING MEGAPHONE!"

"Patricia, watch your mouth."

Patricia turned and started running for the exit.

William yelled, "Guard, stop her."

The guard outweighed her by 200 pounds, and she was no match for him. 

"I will give you $100,000, if you let me go. You can come with me."

The guard looked at her, looked at the group of people that were coming after her, and said, "Hell yes; let's go."

He started opening the door, when Stephano grabbed Patty.

"Let me go, Steph."

"Can we please talk? After we finished talking, if you still want to leave, we will walk out the door together. We cannot leave with the wedding this close, and you and your father arguing again. It was too difficult for everyone the last time."

"Do you promise I can go if I want to go?"

"Yes, I'll take you to Wendy's and buy you a 'Smoothie.'"

"Deal!"

Stephano turned to the crowd behind him and said, "Patty, and I are going outside to talk. We do not want company. When we are finished talking, we will have decided one of two things: She will have a dress made here; or she will not. She is the bride, it is her wedding. I am the groom, and it is my wedding. If anybody wants to be disappointed in our choices, don't come. We will be disappointed, but please remember, we were not advised of what today's events were going to be. We were told we were going to lunch, and this was foisted upon us. We will see you when we are finished talking."

Jemma pulled on William's arms, and whispered in his ear, "Stephano's MBA is turning out to be very good for him, isn't it." He and

"Jemma now is not a good time to point that out."

"Husband, I think it is a perfect time for an older gentleman to be put into his place."

"Wife, if you weren't so pregnant, I would take you home, and spank you."

"Husband, you have no idea how much I miss those tender spankings. I am dripping already."

"I thank United Airlines every day for having you on that flight with me. It was the most fortuitous day of my life."

"Would you like to stop by a bookstore today, and buy me a book today?"

"Which book has piqued your interest now Jemma?"

"It's about airplanes husband. It's called, "FEAR OF FLYING!"

William started coughing, because he was laughing so hard. Carolina yelled for people to get him some cold water, as she helped smacked him on his back.

"William, William, are you all right?"

"I will be fine in a moment, Carolina. My wife told me a joke that I was ill prepared for. I will get even with her for that later today."

The side door to the showroom opened, Patty and Stephano walked in with determined looks on their faces.

Patty looked at her father, and said, "This is the way it is going to be, or I am out of here. There will be no men in this room, none. No man will see the dress, until I wear it at the church. Carolina you will not talk to my father about the dress. I want your word on it. Dad, I don't want any of your spies taking pictures of it. If you do, after this wedding is over, I don't ever want to see you again. Don't plan on seeing your grandchildren or anyone associated with my family. This dress stays between Carolina and the people working on it, and myself. Jemma, you can stay, because I trust you as I would my own sister."

William looked at Patty and said, "What made you think I was going to stay here in the first place? I would never do that. It is not a man's place to be here. I was just arranging a meeting between you and Carolina. Then I was going to take Stephano to lunch."

Patty looked at her father, fell to her knees, and started crying. Stephano knelt down in front of her, put her head on his shoulders, and let her cry it out. He said to her, "It seems to me that my bride is beginning to get a serious case of the jitters. We may want to back away from situations like this until we have all the evidence in. What do you think babe?"

"I think I just made an idiot of myself."

"It is not the first time, and I can guarantee you..."

"Don't you dare say it!"

"... it will not be the last time."

"You are a real bastard Stephano."

"How far down this road, do you want to go Patty?"

"I think I want to apologize to my father."

She walked over to him, and kissed him. "Dad, sometimes you have an idiot for her daughter."

"No, it is not every day that a father has a daughter who is getting married. Nerves start taking over, and instead of thinking rationally, the tongue strikes out like a viper. You will be fine in four weeks, plus a few days. Stephano and I are going to lunch. Carolina take care of my daughter please."

"It will be my pleasure, William."

Carolina asked Patty, and Jemma to sit down, so she could talk with them. She said, "Patty, have you given any thought to what type of dress, you would want?"

"Unlike my father's description of what I want to look like walking down the aisle, I would like to be fully covered. A high neck and long sleeves with maybe a vee center opening in the bottom front of the gown, so when I walk, they will see my foot and ankle peek through. I don't want a train. It will add too much bulk to the gown."

Carolina laughed. "Patricia for a young woman who has put no thought into a wedding gown. You have just designed your wedding gown. Let me show you." 

Carolina turned her drawing tablet around, and Patty and Jemma gasped. There, in front of them, was the gown Patty had described, down to the vee in the front bottom of the dress, with a leg and shoe sticking out.

Jemma asked, "How could you do that so quickly and so perfectly?"

"My dear, I have had a lot of practice, making wedding gowns. You may think this is what you are going to get, but this is just a rough drawing. As the gown progresses, you will see it in much more detail, and you will love it, I promise you, because I promised the man who gave me nearly $20 million, on a handshake, to help me start my business.

"Who could throw that kind of money around, and hope to get it back?"

"Your father."

Both Patty and Jemma were speechless. There was nothing else to be added to this conversation.

Carolina stood up, and said, "Patricia, I need you to undress completely, so we can measure every inch of you. Then we will make some paper drawings of you, and we will start looking at fabrics. We do not have much time to make this gorgeous gown."




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 19



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

This is a Novel

82. A Dress Rehearsal

It was bound to happen sooner or later, but with Patricia's wedding quickly approaching on October 16, and Sharon's wedding planned for December 18, the wedding gowns had to start coming together. Carolina did not realize that the families were interconnected in any way. She scheduled fittings for both brides on a Sunday, at noon, when only they and their entourages would be in the salon. 

Paul and Rita flew Patricia to New York alone, where she was picked up by limousine, and driven to the salon. After she undressed, she was told to stand on a low platform. Women, standing on short ladders, began lowering the gown over her head. Every few inches, they would stop; add a piece of tape or a straight pin to hold the fabric together, and continue moving it down her body. The process was painstakingly slow. Patty's arms had to be held up in the air during most of the transition time.

Sharon Williams was flown to New York by Julia Atwater on Friday. However, she was not alone. Debbie and Danni pouted all week, until Sharon gave in and allowed them to go with her.

Dolores, Harmony, and Melody Free, completed the group going to New York. Sharon and Dolores could not count the times they told the girls to stop giggling. Their telepathic communication was in high gear.

Dolores asked, "Sharon, you are sending these 2 to the University of Maryland, right?"

"Yes, why do you ask?"

"That settles it; those two are going to University of Oregon. We have to keep them apart for their own good."

Harmony said, "Mother, if you mean that, I am going to fail every course, I take this year, and when I take the SATs, I will get the lowest score anyone ever received."

Sharon laughed. "Dolores, the problem with children today is they are smarter than their parents."

"Disgusting, isn't it?"

They landed at LaGuardia Airport, where a contingent of FBI cars was waiting for them. The four youngsters piled into one GMC Yukon, before their mothers could say anything. Sharon, Dolores, and Julia got into another one. Traffic was light, and it took them only 35 minutes to get to their hotel. They spent Saturday going to the Statue of Liberty, Ellis Island, and the World Trade Center site. That evening, after dinner, they went to see "Kinky Boots" on Broadway. By the time they returned to their rooms, the girls barely had enough strength to undress and climb into bed.

Patty was standing in the center of the viewing area, while Carolina looked on. The seamstresses continued the delicate process of putting her dress on, because in its current state, a sneeze would tear it apart.

Patricia heard people walking in to the viewing room, but could not see any of them because of the position of the dress. She did hear comments on how beautiful it gown was as it was positioned more closely to her head.

Everyone took a seat around the perimeter of the area, except Harmony, and Melody. Their brains were working overtime. They knew something special was happening, but they could not put their fingers on it. When her head cleared the high collar of the gown, the twins yelled with glee, 'Patty,' and charged at her.

Carolina and the seamstresses looked on in horror as the girls tackled Patricia to the ground. The dress was no longer a dress. It was now 10 pieces of fabric lying on the floor. They could not understand why Patty was laughing hysterically, and kissing both girls.

Sharon and Julia's mouths were on the floor. Dolores was trying not to laugh as she explained to them how her two children had bonded with Patty, and when she disappeared and then had her stroke, they were heartbroken.

Finally, Dolores yelled at her two children, "Enough, you have ruined her dress, and now these ladies have to put it back together quickly. Her wedding is in three weeks, get off for now."

Harmony replied, "We will get off her if we can go to the wedding."

"Your father and I were invited, not you."

Patty said, "Your invitations will be in the mail tomorrow."

"Michael is going to have a fit when he hears you invited them."

"I don't think so Dolores. Just ask him how his new computers are running. I have been working on a new program that is better and more covert than the 'Garden of Eden.' I would love to try it on the NSA's new Cray 5 Computer, if he will let me."

Julia interrupted all this talking to introduce the only two people in the room that did not know each other. "Patricia Zabo, this is my niece, Sharon Williams.

Patricia smiled at Sharon. "My father and your uncle are very good friends. I hope that we can become friends also. How is Fred doing in his recovery?"

"He wants to go back to work now, but my uncle will not let him until after the first of the year."

"Isn't the Attorney General going to announce his resignation after the first of the year so he can run for president?"

"Aunt Julia, I guess the cat is out of the bag."

"Sharon, it is the worst secret ever kept. You should see the guest list for my wedding. I have no family except my father and his wife. Stephano's family is tied up with the New York Mafia, and 99% of them will not be invited. James Green, your uncle's political strategist, sent us a list of people to be invited to our wedding. All of them are political bigwigs and people with very deep pockets. The price of admission is a minimum of $5 million towards your uncle's campaign. We have not received a negative response yet."

Carolina yelled, "All this family talk is wonderful, but I have to put Patricia dress back together, and work on Sharon's dress. If you two teenagers can back off for a while, we can get to work."

Patricia told the twins to sit down and they would talk.

Melody pointed to Danni and Debbie and said, "They can too."

"Really, this should be fun."

******

Four hours later, Patricia's dress was back together, and stitched in areas that had been held together by tape.

Sharon's sitting was easier. They were still using paper to make outlines of her body, and deciding on fabrics to be used. Julia, Dolores, and Carolina were arguing over the best fabrics to use on Sharon.

Patty sensed Sharon's mind and she knew the fabrics she wanted for her gown. She stayed in the background, because she felt everyone else knew better than she did.

Patty asked, "Whose wedding is this? Is it Sharon's, or is it yours? She knows the fabrics, designs and colors she wants to use, but you three are bulldozing her into things she doesn't want. If you keep this up you are going to have one unhappy bride on your hands."

Julia took Sharon's hands in hers, and apologized. "I can be a little overbearing at times, can't, I?"

"Just a little; but with a little bit more, I am sure you could move Gibraltar. You are going to make one fantastic first lady."

"You, my dear, are going to be one heck of a politician. First, you insult me, and then you kiss my ass, so I can't be angry with you. Pick out your fabrics, and let's get this show on the road."

By the time everything was done it was nearly 6 o'clock and the girls were moaning for food.

Patty asked if they wanted the best Italian food they had ever eaten.

In unison the girls yelled, "Wendy's!"

Patty looked at them, and repeated her question, subliminally.

They responded, "Yes Patty, we would love Italian food."

Patty took out her cell phone, and punched in Imperiali's restaurant. Lucinda answered the phone, and Patty asked if they had time for a party of 20.

"Absolutely Patty; you bring them, and we will feed them."

She called her father, and said, "Dad, I have the Attorney General's wife, Julia, and a host of other people. We are going to Imperali's; would you, Jemma, and Junior like to join us?"

"Give my regards to Julia, but we cannot join you tonight. Jemma is feeding little William now, and the way he is going at her breasts, that young man will have her back to a 38D in no time."

"It sounds like he takes after his father."

"No Patty, I think he is better than I am."

"Alright, dad, I will see you another time."

"Alright baby, have fun tonight."

They did have fun that evening, and Julia wanted to know why Michael and Lucinda did not open a restaurant in downtown Manhattan and become famous for their food.

Michael took out a folder containing accolades from every newspaper food critic in the five boroughs, New Jersey, and Connecticut, extolling the virtues of his restaurant. He told her he was already famous, and when Lucinda took over, if she wanted to open a restaurant downtown, it would be her decision, not his.

The girls had school in the morning, and dinner broke up at 10:30 PM. The FBI team got onto the Major Degan Expressway using its lights and sirens to speed to the airport. Julia's Jetstar was ready to go when she got there. Everyone buckled up, and the aircraft was in the air 15 minutes later. Several commercial jets waiting for takeoff were not happy when this little jet received priority in the takeoff queue.

By the time Julia was wheels up at LaGuardia, Patricia was landing at Glens Falls. Stephano greeted her, she cleared the rotor blades, and the helicopter took off for the Airpark, on the other side of the city.

"Why are you so late?"

"I had a marvelous time today, Steph. I met Michael's twins and his wife, Dolores, while I was being fitted for my gown. The girls were so happy to see me; they charged, and tackled me to the ground. My dress came apart, and everyone, except the girls and I were in shock. They had to put it back together, while I was there. Sharon, the Attorney General's niece had her first fitting for her gown. By the time we were done, everyone was starving, so I took them to Imperiali's for dinner."

"Did you bring me back anything to eat?"

"It's nearly midnight, Steph; I thought you would be in bed by now."

"You went out for Italian food and didn't bring me anything to eat? Prepare your backside woman; that is a capital offense, and I am going to take it out of your hide."

"That is the reaction I thought I would get from you. Go back to where the helicopter landed, and pick up the two large thermal bags Rita left for you. You are not getting your hands on my ass, until after we are married, and maybe not even then."

Stephano kissed her and said, "Don't count on it. Our wedding is still three weeks away, and heaven knows you will screw up between now and then."

"Tomorrow morning, send Michael's twins an invitation to the wedding. Also send an invitation to Fred Hastings, Sharon Williams, and their four children. Sharon is the Attorney General's niece, and Fred is the man who saved his life. Those six young women will have a blast together. I think we are going to need a larger dance floor."

"Will one half acre be enough?"

"I think that will be fine, as long as you make a separate area for the orchestra."

"No problem, I will call the contractor in the morning, I want it up and inspected a week before the wedding."

"Did you order a bright sunshiny day for my wedding?"

"Patricia, I don't have any control..."

"Stephano Valentino, I don't want any excuses. I want a bright sunshiny day for my wedding. If I don't get one, you will be a gelding that evening."

"If your mother pays me a visit, I will discuss it with her."

"Don't discuss it with her, tell her. I am pissed with her that she's not going to be here."

"Patty, she told you it was the only way for us to meet."

"I know, but it is still a very hard choice for me. You have no idea how much I miss her."

"How much would you miss me, Patricia?"

"I would miss you desperately Stephano; that is the truth. That is why I said it would be a tough choice for me. I want you both, but I can only have one of you."

"She said she would be here for your wedding."

"Yes, but it won't be the same. She won't be able to help me dress. I won't be able to hug her, kiss her, and cry with her. It won't be the same." She leaned into Stephano's chest, and began to weep.

He kissed her snow-white hair, but could not offer any words of consolation. He walked her in to their motorhome, put his packages on the kitchen table, and sat with her, until she had recovered from her somber mood.

Three more weeks of this, he thought. My father caused all this pain, and there is not a damned thing I can do about it. I will just help her hang on through the wedding, and kick Brad's ass if he doesn't come through with great plans for the house tomorrow. If the construction can start, it will give her mind something else to think about.

*******

Donna and Brad Goodman arrived the next morning, at 10:30 AM, with the plans for the new house. Donna stayed in the background as Brad explained every detail. He had done magnificent job, both inside and out. However, there were two glaring errors, and Patty asked him what they were.

Donna smiled like a Cheshire cat, because she knew what they were and never said a word to her son. He had poured his heart and soul into these plans. He knew that this was the best work, he was capable of doing.

"What did I screw up on, Patty? I don't see any errors on these plans. If there are any, I have to find a new line of work."

"Brad, look at your mother's face."

He turned, looked at his mother, and said, "You know, and you didn't tell me."

Donna smiled at her son. "All you had to do was look at the design specifications; they were right there in front of your eyes."

Brad rolled the huge blueprints over to the design specification page and went down each one line by line, and ticked them off with a light pencil mark. When he got to the roofing material, it read, "50 year asphalt shingle roof." He was ticking it off with his pencil, when he saw a very light asterix*, and as his head hit the table, he mumbled, "SHIT!" He went to the addendum page, where he found the manufacturer, and design specifications for the solar panels to be installed on the roof.

Donna said to him, "There is one more mistake; find it, and fix it."

"Mom, you could've told you that in the office, and I would feel like such an idiot."

"Architectural design is a learning process. You are learning. This is not school, where your professor gives you grade. The mistakes you made could cost you a commission. Find your errors, and fix them."

Brad returned to the design specification page, and continued to tick off everything he knew he had done. When he got to the windows, he spotted another *. He made sure that they were solar coated with 80% refraction rate and was not sure what he had done incorrectly. He returned to the addendum page and read what they wanted. 

He turned to his mother, and asked, "Do they make windows that produce electricity for private homes?"

"Yes they do. They are mostly designed for commercial buildings, but you can special order them for private homes."

"I had no idea. I just graduated and they never mentioned it to us in school. I am going to have to refigure the amount of energy the house is going to need from the barn and the windmill. We may be able to use a smaller dual-walled Heartland tank for the natural gas backup system, and if I change to a natural wood fireplace in the great room, you may not need to use the backup system at all during the winter."

Stephano said, "No Brad that would add pollution to the area. Run the natural gas line to the fireplace, because we can use it for an outdoor grill also."

"That will work out fine, Stephano. I will take the plans back to the office, make a few calls. I will have the plans back to you, in less than a week."

Donna said, "Brad, go to the car and bring me the plans that are in the back seat."

He brought them back in, opened them, and saw the house with the two modifications.

His mom said, "You did such a wonderful job, I wasn't going to let Patty wait any longer to have the crews start working on her house. Sign your name at the bottom of the blueprints and let's take them down to Building and Zoning for their approval. I'm very proud of the work you did on this house. If you keep it up, you can become a valued member of our firm, or do you still want become a gigolo?"

"No mom, I think I can become pretty good at this."

"Good, in that case, grandma said you can have your Corvette back."

Patty laughed, "Remember Donna, 'Spare the Rod, Spoil the Child!"

"You have him for 7 more months, Patty. I am sure we can figure something out between us to keep him on the straight and narrow."

"You mean the three of us, Donna. He just loves 'Timeless.' Would you like me to show you?"

Brad shouted, "You keep that god damn horse away from me."

Patty said, "Be nice, Brad, or I will have her shit all over the drivers' seat."

"I'll get her a bucket of oats now."

Stephano laughed heartily. "Brad, how many times have you been told not to piss her off."

Brad turned blue as he held his breath, and his tongue, but did not reply. 

"Brad that was is probably the smartest non-sentence, you have ever not spoken."

*******

As the responses began coming back from Stephano's family members, they all replied "No." Letters came back with congratulations, but if you cannot invite my father, uncle, brother, or cousin, I will not attend. He was not surprised. However, this left him with a problem; he did not have anyone for a best man. When he discussed it with Patty, they were both at a loss. She did not have a male relative that could stand in for him. Then, they looked at each other and smiled as they came to the same conclusion.

"Patty, he will shit a brick."

"No, he won't; because I will have his best friend standing next to us."

They called him and asked him to come out to their house on a matter of great urgency. When he arrived, they were standing in the meadow with 'Timeless,' and several other horses, feeding them grain.

He proudly drove onto the property, in his gleaming yellow Corvette, and parked close to the motorhome.

He walked over to them and asked, "What is the problem guys; is it the house?"

"No Brad, we absolutely love the way you planned the house. We have a problem only you can solve for us."

As Patty began discussing this with him, she had the horses make a circle around the three of them. This made Brad very uncomfortable.

"What can I do for you, Patty?"

"Our problem is no one from Stephano's family will be attending our wedding. This leaves him without a best man." 

'Timeless, 'come here baby.' The horse walked a few feet to Patty, and she was rewarded by having her ears scratched, especially the left one, which she loved the most. 

"As I was saying, Stephano does not have anyone for a best man, and we would like you to stand up for him. We know you would love to do that for us, wouldn't you, Brad?" 

Brad snarled, "I wouldn't stand up for either of you, even if you were both going to show up at the church naked."

Patty said, "'Timeless,' "Yellow car baby, go to the yellow car."

Stephano laughed. "Brad, how many times do I have to tell you not to piss her off?"

"Patty, you wouldn't dare do that to my car. I just had it washed."

Stephano looked at him in wonder. "Brad, do you want me to hit you over the head to knock some sense into you. She will do it, not only this time, but every time you come here, and you will have to clean it up time and time again. Remember, you owe her more than seven months of your life. You could be picking up horseshit, with your bare hands, for the duration of that time."

Brad fell to his knees, and begged. "Please don't do that to my car. I would love to be Stephano's best man. I will carry the rings with care, I will smile, I will buy my own tuxedo, and shoes. I will do what you ask, but don't do that to my car."




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 19



"It's too late Brad; you need an object lesson to understand that I mean business. You must learn not to piss me off. I have a very short fuse with Stephano. I have a shorter fuse with my father, and the Director of the FBI. I have no fuse at all with people like you, when they piss me off. You can ask the Director of the NSA."

"The Director of the NSA was involved in an accident. He is dead."

"He will never piss me off again, will he?"

"Holy Shit, you caused that accident?"

"It was not an accident; you should have read that in the newspaper. I take the Fifth Amendment on the second part of that question. Second, the government has settled the case for the NSA's attempt on my life for $400 million. My dad didn't have to file a lawsuit to get me that money. He talked to the Attorney General, and brought in one witness. You could say Stephano and I are rich beyond our wildest dreams. It does not include any money we are going to get when we sue his estate. He was worth more than $150 million, and we anticipate getting more than half of it. We can afford your house, the hanger, a pool, and a tennis court, now."

"Do you want me to add those to the plans now, or add them later?"

"I don't want to do anything that will slow down the beginning of construction on the main house."

"Okay, we will add those after we start construction. One other thing, since I had accepted the position of Stephano's best man, would you please adopt me?"

"Brad, you come from money. You have a grandmother who is loaded. A mother who is very rich, and has a business that is very prosperous. If you work hard you can become rich in your own right. Our house is gorgeous. Use it in your advertising, and if you are really nice, get your head out of your ass and on straight, we will let you use our names as references."

Patty turned and looked at her favorite horse. "Good girl 'Timeless.' Come here, and get your oats."

Brad looked at his car and saw a load of horseshit on its hood. He screamed, "No, it's going to ruin the paint job."

Stephano was laughing away. "If I were you, I would hose it off in a hurry. I believe that is your object lesson for today."

Brad looked at Patty, and was about to say a few choice words, when Stephano yelled, "Don't piss her off."

Brad, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and said, "You are looking very lovely in that dress today, Patty."

"Thank you Brad, I have nothing on underneath it."

Brad could not take any more, and he exploded. "You cock teasing bitch." He stormed off to clean his car.

Stephano grabbed her around her shoulders, kissed her head, and continued to laugh. "Was that absolutely necessary?"

"No, but it was fun."

"Can I check to see if you were telling the truth?"

"Sure."

Stephano knelt down in front of her, picked up the front of her dress, put his head under it, and let it collapse over his shoulders.

"Steph, what the heck are you doing?"

"We are giving Brad another object lesson. Call him; ask him how his car is coming along."

"Brad, is your car clean, yet?"

He was spraying the hood of the 'Vette,' with water, when he answered. "Why do you want to know, Patty? Do you want to send another horse over, so she can dump another load on it?" He turned to hear her reply, and soaked himself with the hose, when he saw the position Stephano was in. "What the fuck are you doing now?"

Patty replied, "Stephano is nearsighted. He is checking to see if I have panties on."

Stephano pulled his head out from underneath her dress, and stood up. "Brad, she does not have panties on, but I think she is going bald. I keep finding these little white hairs under my tongue, in between my teeth, and they are really a nuisance. I think I will shave them all off her. What do you think?"

Brad was beyond thinking. He yelled, "I am absolutely sure you deserve each other, because I hate you both equally."

"Would you like to join us for lunch?"

"What are we having?"

"Vegetable Risotto; she has had its simmering since last evening."

"Sure, I'll stay."

************

"Patty, you may be great with numbers, but you are an excellent cook. I have never eaten anything better than the two meals you have given me. If you say that to my grandmother, pick out a spot on your property, and plan to bury me there."

Patty and Stephano laughed. "Brad, I think I would have to cremate you first, because I believe it's illegal to bury a body on personal property. I will check for you, but I will try not to mention it to your grandmother."

"When did you have time to learn all this stuff? You said you had your nose in your books all during high school, and college. You argued with your professors at every turn, and wrote two programs that can shut down and bring back up computers in foreign countries. I find it amazing that you had time to sleep."

"Brad, you are forgetting that I did not do one thing that you and Stephano did all through college and graduate school. It freed up so much of my time, I could have re-written the entire British version of the English language dictionary with the time and energy you used, pursuing, courting, and screwing everything in a skirt. Mind you, that Stephano is teaching me, within the bounds of my restrictions, that these pursuits are quite exciting, but they are also distracting and very time-consuming. They sap every ounce of energy out of your body, even though your mind is reveling in the afterglow."

He looked at them and said, "You are talking like that, and he has not fucked you yet?"

"Brad, watch your mouth. She has a wicked right cross, and she kicks like a mule. I have been on the receiving end of both, and I was sore for weeks."

"Okay, I am sorry for my rude outburst. I was caught very much by surprise. Let me get this straight. You two sleep together every night, and from what I just gleaned from your conversation, I would have to assume that you are thoroughly familiar with each other's bodies. Am I correct so far?"

Stephano pulled Patty onto his lap, and smiled. "You are 100% correct. We both sleep in the nude. Whenever the mood strikes either one of us, playtime begins. You know her academic grade point average throughout her school years was never below 4.0. In bed, they are going to have to find a new scale, once she gets started. She loves being spanked, and she comes like a freight train. She loves when I am tender with her, and I have to stop her, before we go too far. I have often wished I could take her to the justice of the peace, marry her, and ravish her on the floor in front of him. However, that is not what I promised her. I made mistakes before. I will not make another one; not with my Patty."

She nuzzled her head into the crook of his arm and chest as he said those wonderful things about her. He had changed into the man she wanted him to be: Respectful of her feelings, but a strong and forceful man.

"Brad, how much longer before you can pour the foundation for the new house."

"I have to wait until building and zoning gives me the okay. After that it's full speed ahead."

"How confident are you they will approve the plans as they are?"

"They will see my signature at the bottom of the plans, but they know my mother has gone over every inch of those plans before we submitted them. They have never rejected any of her plans before, and I don't expect them to start now. What do you have in mind?"

"Here is what I want you to do. I want you to tear down the fences for all the properties we own. All the families are gone, and the closings are coming up soon. It will not cause any problems, and I want it done now. I want all the building material for the exterior of the house, with the exception of the windows, on-site as soon as possible. As you know money is no problem. Get the bulldozers out here, take up the old foundation, and get rid of it. As soon as it's gone, I want the surveyors out here. The northern most house is to be torn down. I want the natural gas tank and generator to be located underground in the northeast corner of that property. The remainder of the area will be planted with trees and a meadow to counteract the carbon footprint. The day after our wedding, I want the new pad poured. I know you are going to tell me that you have to run the copper pipes for the water lines and the PVC for the sewage system, but Brad my friend, and my best man, as my mother has said to me time and time again, "You are a smart young man, you figure it out."

"Stephano, Patricia's mom is dead."

"I know that Brad, but would you tell that to the woman who keeps showing up in my dreams, and on this property and tells me what to do, for and to her daughter."

Brad got up from his chair, and thanked both of them for a wonderful meal. He said he would get right on the tasks they assigned to him, and wish them both well on their way to the psychiatric ward, because they were both nuts. He bolted out of the motorhome, and started running towards his car. He had not taken 10 steps from the door when he stopped, and yelled, "No!"

A woman in boots, jeans, and a shirt said, "Is this your damn car?"

Brad replied, "Yes it is, and what are you doing?"

"You can't park the car all the way back here. I have to wash down these horses, until the idiot that built the barn turns the on the water main. It's real pretty, inside and out, but without running water, it's useless."

"Listen lady, I don't know who you are, but I designed that barn and the water works. It's been tested by the city and by me. All you have to do is turn on the spigot, and you will get all the water you want. Now get these horses away from my car so I can leave."

"Sonny, you look like a bright young boy, you turn on the spigot and bring me back a bucket of water. If you do, you can pour it over my head. If you don't, I'm going to pour a bucket of horseshit all over your car."

"You come with me; I will pour the water, over your head, in the barn." 

Brad turned on the exterior spigot and not one drop of water came out. The woman turned, and started walking back towards the car.

Brad yelled, "Where the fuck do you think you're going?"

"I am going to fill a bucket with a shit and throw it in your car."

"Get over here, and let's find out who sabotaged this system. Patty paid a fortune for this barn, and as you said, without water it's worthless."

He went to each spigot and none had water. He went into the kitchens, and they did not have water, either. He turned and looked at the circuit breakers and they were all in the on position. He could not think of anything else that could possibly keep the water from flowing. As they were walking back to his car he said, "It couldn't possibly be."

The woman said, "You're a smart boy, what is it?"

"I wonder if they tested the emergency relief valve and forgot to close it."

"You test it. I'll fill a bucket with horseshit just in case you're wrong."

"Please don't do that to my car."

"You have been disrespected me, and the horses. You have taken up 20 minutes of my time. It is the very least I can do for you. You need an object lesson in the very worst way."

As he walked back towards the barn Brad said, "I hope this works. I can get the shit out of the car, but that smell will be there forever." When he reached the pump, and grasped the relief valve, it was open. He breathed a sigh of relief as he tightened it down, and closed it. He recycled the pump, it click on, struggled for a moment as it primed itself and started gushing water out of the air purge valve. Brad breathed a sigh of relief as the water started flowing, through the system. He walked through the barn, and opened the spigot in the front. It purged all the air from the system until water flowed smoothly through it. Now he was going to apologize to the woman, who was tending to all the horses.

When he rounded the corner of the barn, the horses had dispersed and were grazing all over the field. There was a bucket of horseshit by the front door of his car, but thankfully, none was inside of it. He thought she might have been called inside, by Stephano, or Patty, so he went and knocked on the side of the motorhome.

They came to the door, in tandem, and Patty asked, "What are you still doing here, Brad?"

"I need to speak to that woman who is inside your home. I have to apologize for my behavior."

"You have to apologize to someone. You must've done something awful. However, there is no one here but us. Did you check the barn?"

"That's where the problem started. She was getting ready to wash down the horses, but my car was in the way. She said there was no water in the barn, and I told her she was a liar because I tested it, the city tested it, and the water was working fine. She said she was going to put a bucket of horseshit in my car, because I was wrong. She went with me, and there was not one drop of water anywhere. I checked everything, including the breakers and I could not get it to work. On our way back to my car I said, "I wonder..."

This woman replied, "You are a bright boy, you will figure it out."

Patty and Stephano looked at each other and started laughing hysterically.

Brad knew they were crazy, but this concerned him, and he wanted to know why they were laughing at him.

"Do you to think you could control yourselves for a little while, and help me find this woman?"

"Brad, I think you had better come in out of the sun. I don't believe you are going to like what we are going to tell you."

He sat down at the table, they gave him a glass of wine, and after he related the complete story to them, they began telling Brad about the similarities in discussions Laura had with Stephano and Patty over the last six months.

Brad was incredulous. "I do not believe in ghosts."

Patty took Brad's hands in hers, and said, "Neither did I Brad, until I returned here. I did not want to come here. It was the last place on earth I wanted to be. I bought this motorhome so I could travel around the country, and be as anonymous as possible. I never wanted to be in the same place for more than a few days. I don't know how I got here. I was just driving, not paying attention to the roads I was on, and suddenly, I was here. I stopped and I screamed at the top of my voice, "No." That was when I did I saw my mother standing in the driveway, and she kept yelling at me to come to her. I yelled that she was not really here. She said she was always here, waiting for me to come home. I couldn't refuse her."

Stephano told him about her mother's intervention while Patty was in the coma, and the more Brad heard, the more he began to believe Laura Garret's spirit still remained on this property. Finally, he had to leave, return to the office, and begin on the assignments they had given him. As he reached his car the bucket of horseshit was no longer by the front door. When he opened the door to his car, it was there, on the drivers' seat, with a note written in the most perfect penmanship, and on the most delicate paper he had ever seen. 

"Do you believe in the spirit world now, Brad?" 

He threw the paper and the bucket out of the car and raced off the property as quickly as he could.

Rita knocked on the door to the motorhome bursting at the seams with laughter. 

Patty opened the door, and asked her friend what was so funny.

"Patty, didn't you realize it was Paul and me putting those moves on Brad?"

She put a big smile on her face, and replied, "You two have to be the most terrible friends ever. You scared that poor man to death. Come on in; let's figure out how we can do it again, before he gets back here the next time."

82. College Rites

Sandy and Cindy were on their way across campus to their economics class, when the two handsome young men stopped the beautiful twins, said 'Hello,' and introduced themselves as members of the baseball team. They asked for their names, where they were going, and if they could accompany them.

Sandy smiled, and said, "Give us one moment, please." The girls turned towards one another, and discussed the situation telepathically. 

One of the young men asked, "What are you doing?"

Cindy frowned at him and said, "We were discussing your proposal. It was very rude of you to interrupt us."

Both men were taken back by her statement.

A short time later, Cindy said, "We have decided that you may accompany us to the Math building, but no further. However, we must warn you that we are being guarded, unobtrusively, by the Secret Service. Our uncle is the Attorney General of the United States, Clark Atwater. So if your intentions are anything but honorable, you will be in more trouble than you can handle."

"I don't see any men in dark suits and sunglasses around."

"You are very observant. Our escorts are female, and young enough to blend in on a college campus. If you would like me to prove it, all I have to do is raise my right hand, and you will be on the floor in 30 seconds or less. Oh shit, Margaret just looked at her watch. It means we are getting close to being late for class. Goodbye gentleman, the pleasure has been all yours."

They brushed by the two men, and started walking at a brisk pace. They were shortly enveloped in a group of more than 15 young women moving towards the East side of the campus. None of them was a Secret Service agent. 

These two men spread the word around the athletic community that these twin beauties were strictly hands off; and the reason why.

******

Sandy called home, spoke with her mother, and asked if they could come home to speak with them. They had a problem that needed a resolution quickly. The rules that were set up for them stated that they were not allowed home during the week, and only every other weekend, so they would get used to studying and being on their own. Sharon and Fred knew that whatever was going on must be extremely important for them to ask to break this rule.

Sandy and Cindy walked into their home shortly after 2 PM, and found lunch and their parents waiting for them at the kitchen table.

Fred said, "Children, eat first, and we will solve your problem second."

It did not take long for the girls to eat their lunch, because they wanted to discuss the problem they had run into.

Cindy started. "Dad, you told us, before we started college, to always think of Uncle Clark and his future. He got us into this wonderful university and even into this sorority. This sorority is a mistake. I have not found out how they do it, but they keep their scores high by getting a copy of the exams before they are given. All they do in the sorority house is party, take drugs, and have sex. Men are not supposed to be allowed past the first floor, but they have the run of the house. We have to keep our doors locked, and a chair blocking it to make sure no one comes into our room. Can you get us into the dorms or can we live at home, and drive to school. We don't want to stay in that sorority house any longer."

Sharon was aghast at what her girls said. Fred on the other hand, maintained his lawyers cool, as his mind clicked off the things he was going to do to that sorority house, and very short order.

"Cindy stay with your mother, I want to talk to Sandy, privately."

Fred took Sandy into his office and closed the door. "Sandy, I want you to sit in my chair, relax, close your eyes, and rest. I want you to think only about the things you may have heard about the girls in the sorority getting the test, before the exams given. Relax, there is no time limit. I will be here, holding your hand."

After a few minutes Sandy said, "I'm sorry dad, I can't think of anything."

"Sandy, you are pressing. I want you to relax first. If you fall asleep it's fine. I will still be here. It is very important that you relax first."

Sandy closed her eyes, but this time Fred kissed her lips tenderly. "Relax, my little love, you are all wound up inside like a spring ready to explode. Would you like to sit in my lap and try to relax?"




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 19



"Yes, dad, I think I could relax more being in your arms."

They changed positions, and Sandy sat down on her dad's lap and pressed her head onto his shoulder. He held her tightly, letting her know that nothing and no one would ever hurt her, as long as he was around. She was not in this position very long before Fred heard the soft breathing sound of Sandy sleeping.

Sharon opened the door to see if they needed anything, and found Fred, holding Sandy in his arms. She walked over to him, and kissed the top of his head. She was preparing to leave when Sandy sat upright. "Dad, it's the computer nerds. They are fucking the computer nerds, and getting the tests from them."

"Okay Sandy, calm down, and tell me what you remember and how you are sure that is how they are doing it."

"Dad, all the guys that come to the house are handsome, rich, a member of one of the sports teams or politically connected. If a professor is going to spring a test on us several guys the girls would never be seen with outside the sorority house, get treated like kings. They are there for hours. The girls bring them food, liquor, drugs, but most of all, they get laid until they can get it up anymore. When they leave, they can barely walk. Shortly afterwards, someone posts the tests that are going to be given, regardless of grade level, on the bulletin board, on the second floor."

"Thank you Sandy, go to your room and get some sleep. I am going to ask Cindy the same question and see if I get the same answer. If I do, I can start a criminal action against the sorority, and the people in the computer division."

Cindy was a harder nut to crack, but then again, she always was. Finally, her mind clicked and she came up with the same information Sandy did. It was late in the day, but he called the Maryland State Attorney's office, to give him a heads up on what was happening.

"This is Mister Gangsler's office; how may I direct your call?"

"May I speak to Mister Gansler please? This is Fred Hastings from the U.S. Attorney General's office."

"This is Doug Gansler, Mister Hastings; how can I help you?"

"I am calling to give you a heads up in reference to a criminal action we will be looking into at the University of Maryland/College Park. Two of my daughters started there this fall and noticed a discrepancy immediately. They brought it to my attention today. It seems the girls in the sorority, Delta Sigma, are receiving tests prior to them being entered into the computer for the rest of the student population. They are doing this by having sex, using drugs and other means with the computer people assigned to put these exams into the computers. My daughters also inform me that the standard rules of sorority life are not followed in this house. Men are given free rein to all floors. They had to lock their doors and bar it with chairs to make sure they were not accosted. We will start this investigation tomorrow morning. I just wanted to let you know in advance."

"My daughter is in that sorority. I can't believe she is involved in anything like that."

"For your sake Mister Gansler, I hope not. All the girls in that sorority have grades will above the school average. Since they are partying all the time, and not studying at all, either they are all geniuses, or they are all cheating on their exams. I would get on the phone with your daughter immediately, and get the truth out of her, before the press gets wind of this."

"Thank you Mister Hastings, I am calling her now."

Sharon asked him, "What are you going to do now?"

Fred smiled and said, "I am going to give your uncle a news conference."

The following afternoon, in front of the Robert F. Kennedy Justice Department building, Clark Atwater announced a wide-ranging probe into the activities of all fraternities and sororities nationwide. Colleges and universities were to make sure nothing like the shameful practices that had occurred at the University of Maryland was happening on their campuses, or they would be denied government funding. He praised the two young women that saw girls in the sorority breaking societal norms, and refused to be a part of it. "These are the type of young people we must nurture, and get into politics. They will make our system of government work properly, without the rancor we see between our political parties today. They are my grandnieces, but I can take no credit for raising them. They were raised by my niece, Sharon Williams, who guarded them from an abusive husband all her married life. She told no one about it, for fear of her own life. If these two wonderful young women can develop out of a home life as terrible as that, there is hope for all women who find themselves in similar situations. I would rather see them seek help, and get it, rather than do what Sharon did, but there is hope."

There was an explosion of questions that followed the news conference, which lasted an extra 25 minutes. Many news channels, including CNN, Fox, and CNBC wanted the girls for their live television shows.

As Fred stood by Sharon's side, she adamantly said, "No. My daughters are going to be under enough pressure at school for speaking out against fellow students. Speaking to the press will only add fuel to the fire. We want you to respect our privacy, especially when they are on campus, trying to get the best education possible, and leave them alone."

When the press is told to leave someone alone, the opposite always happens. Fred had arranged for them to be transferred to the dormitory, and somehow there dormitory assignment had been leaked to the press. As soon as they exited, video cameras and microphones were shoved in their faces, and questions were being asked.

Cindy and Sandy had been briefed on this possibility. They kept their heads up, smiled, kept silent, and kept walking towards their class. Their fellow students watched on ambivalently.

The girls could not even go to the cafeteria to have a meal without the press hounding them. When they called home and asked for help Fred said, "Kids, try to hang on until Wednesday. News cycles rarely last more than one week. If you can get through that day, I think this will be over. If it isn't, I will pull you out of school."

Monday morning found another mob scene of reporters in front of their dorm. Cindy and Sandy took a deep breath, and walked the gauntlet again, all the way to their classes.

Tuesday morning Sandy said, "Last day Sis, tomorrow we will not have to put up with this shit anymore."

"I know I don't have to tell you this, because I could feel you inside my head. I can't take any more. One of those reporters is going to shove a microphone in my face, I am going to take it and shove it down her throat."

Sandy laughed. "If it is the tall, fake blonde one, I will grab her hair, and hold her mouth open, just to make it easy for you."

"You got it; she's the one. Her voice is so annoying. I don't know how she got on television."

"Come on Cindy, no one listens to her; they just look at her tits. We are running late, baby sister, our press is waiting."

They exited the dorm to the usual crowd of reporters, and cameramen and proceeded towards their first class. The reporters were running ahead and alongside them, when they saw a phalanx of students lined up across the pathway the girls had to take to the biology lab. As the people from the press got closer, they had to veer left and right to avoid the students. As Sandy and Cindy prepared to do the same thing, the phalanx of students opened, clearing a path along the walkway. As soon as they passed the first rank, it closed, prohibiting any members of the press to follow the two girls.

The reporters that went left and right found that the phalanx kept getting wider. They realized they were not going to be able to get near the two girls any longer. The student body had made a decision. Cheating was not going to be allowed on this campus. Students who had the courage to bring these matters to the attention of the school administration were not going to be vilified. They were going to be praised for keeping in mind the University of Maryland's commitment to excellence, both morally and academically. 

As the girls made their way to the dorm that afternoon, the marching band formed up behind them, and played the school's fight song. Cheerleaders, members of every sports team, and Greek House surrounded the two girls, and escorted them to the quadrangle. They twins were unsure about what was happening. The quad was filled with students, and they cheered and applauded as they walked in at the head of the marching band.

Then they saw their parents, sisters, Uncle Clark, Aunt Julia, and members of the school administration, on a small raised platform, awaiting their arrival. As they ascended the platform, the cheers and applause became deafening.

Oh yes, the press was there to cover this event. 

Sharon and Fred hugged their daughters. Their mother said, "This is for you; an outpouring of love and admiration from your classmates, and faculty for your strength and honesty."

Both girls kissed and hugged their mother. When they turned to Fred, Cindy said, "You gave us the strength to do the right thing. Thank you, dad."

As they hugged him, Fred cried, as he remembered the circumstances that brought them together.

The press had a field day with those pictures.

The girls were strategically seated, between their mother and their Uncle Clark.

The ceremony was blessedly brief. However, president of the University did blast the press for its behavior, during the past week, concerning the two freshman students. He announced that every member of Delta Sigma has been questioned by the authorities at the university, and the state attorney's office. They have been suspended from school. They are facing criminal charges for theft of school intellectual property and other charges. Members of the computer staff are under arrest, also, for leaking information to this sorority and possibly others, which are now under investigation.

This cancer could have gone on at this university forever, if not for the bravery of two young women; two freshmen, who have only been with us for seven weeks. They had the courage to tell their parents that something was rotten at our university. They wanted to move out of the sorority house, because they did not want to be a part of anything illegal. Their father works for the Attorney General of the United States, and could not leave it that way. That's why we are here today to thank these two young freshmen, her father, mother, and the Attorney General of the United States for moving so swiftly to cut out this disease from our university. This school will continue to look for any signs of abuse of our rules, but for today, students, members of the faculty, ladies and gentlemen, I give you Sandy and Cindy Williams."

There was a loud roar from the student body, and the band played the school fight song, again. Everyone on the dais stood up and applauded the twins, who were eventually dragged to their feet and pulled forward to the front of the stage to accept the adulation of the crowd.

Silently Cindy asked Sandy, "Does this mean the press is going to be after us again?"

"Baby girl, if they are, I'll race you to the school bus, and drive you home."

"You are only nine minutes older than I am. Don't call me baby girl."

"I am older and smarter than you are; I will call you what I want."

"Wrong, I am smarter than you are; Fred said so."

"We have an economics test next week. That will let Fred, know, I am smarter than you are."

"I will bet you 10. I match or outdo your score."

"10, what?"

"You know what."

"You want to spank me?"

"I have wanted to spank you, since you came out of mom's womb first."

"Okay, but no cheating. You have to stay out of my head, while we are taking the exam."

"Agreed; but I want to spank you, in front of everyone."

"You bitch. Okay, but I get to do it the same way."

"You said I was a bitch."

"You are going to regret getting me angry, and betting me on an economics test."

"We will see, won't we?"

******

The girls canceled a trip home that weekend telling their parents. They had a big test the following Thursday. Fred looked at Sharon and said, "Our little ones are up to something. They could just as easily studied at home, and have their meals here, rather than eat in the cafeteria. Do you sense anything?"

Sharon replied, "It's definitely not a boy, because it would not happen to both of them at the same time. If it did, they would have been giddy on the phone with us. I think we should take a drive to the college Sunday, say hello to our little darlings, and find out which way the wind is blowing."

"I agree. We will leave Danni, and Debbie, and hope there is a house here when we come back."

They arrived at the dorm at 10:30 AM, expecting to find the girls still sleeping. When no one answered the door, they asked a passing student if they knew where their daughters were.

The girl said, "Oh yeah, they have been studying like animals for this economics test Thursday. Sandy is probably with her study group in the library, and Cindy is probably in the math lab."

Sharon asked, "Why aren't they studying together, like they always do."

"We wondered also, because they are inseparable. Finally, we found out that they made a bet, but they would not tell us what the bet was. All they did was giggle."

"Thank you very much; we are going to try to find them."

Fred looked at Sharon and asked, "Which one do you want?"

"I'll take the library. I know where that is."

"Great, now I have to find out where the math lab is."

Sharon smiled and said, "That is why you make all that money dear."

He grabbed her around her waist, "I think I'm going to take you waltzing tonight."

"Like hell you are. I remember the last time I went waltzing with you, and it was not exactly what I had thought it would be."

"I enjoyed that night very much. Afterwards, you got to meet your uncle. It all turned out well in your 'End'."

"It is my end, and you are not getting into it, while we are waltzing."

"Okay Sharon, but it is much more difficult to get to the tango."

"In all seriousness, go fuck yourself, Fred."

"Baby, that's what I have you for."

"Get away from me and go find Cindy."

"Okay, my dear, I will be thinking about the music we can dance to, for the rest of the day."

"Fred, what is it about you and asses?"

"I was celibate for more than five years before I met your girls, and you. The women and girls in my apartment would take the elevator down to the pool wearing bikinis, if that's what you call those two pieces of cloth that are supposed to cover the bottom part of a woman. I didn't dare look at the top, because I would have been sporting an erection for the rest of the day. So I became an ass man. You show me one, and I can tell you everything about it, within a millimeter."

"I knew there had to be a good reason. Now let's go find my daughters, and find out what is happening between the two of them."

It did not take Sharon long to get to the library, and ask if there were any study groups going on that morning. There were only three and they were all cloistered on the third floor. Sharon took the escalator up, and immediately found the three groups. She took the position opposite Sandy, and looked at her.

Sandy had a feeling she was being watched. She raised her head, turned around, looked left and right, and saw nothing. She was about to start studying again, but the feeling did not go away. She lifted her head, stared straight into her mother's eyes, and her mother was not happy. She got up from her seat, walked over to her mother, kissed her, and said, "Hi mom, what are you doing here?"

"Young woman, do you have something you wish to tell me."

"No, everything is fine. Why do you ask?"

"Do you want me to smack you here, in front of your friends, or should I take you home to do it? You just lied to me, missy."

"Honest mom, everything is fine. Cindy and I are fine. My grades are fine. I didn't wreck the van. Why do you think something is wrong?"

"Who is missing from that table?"

"Oh, is that what this is about. How did you find out?"

"You skipped home-cooked meals in favor of cafeteria meals, because of a 40 minute drive. It didn't take Sherlock Holmes, or Doctor Watson to figure out something was going on."

"Mom, this is personal, between Cindy and me. We have a bet on this week's Economics test. Please don't ask me what the bet is."

"Okay, I will leave that private between you and your sister. However, I have to know about this bet. Just answer yes or no.

Question: Is it safe? Answer: Yes

Question: Is there any possibility of damaging your sister's face? Answer: No

Question: Are you going to hurt your sister? Answer: I certainly hope so.

Question: Is that a yes or no? Answer: I don't know. I am going to try to, yes, but I do not know if I will succeed.

Question: Are you looking forward to this? Answer: Yes

Question: Are you with just thinking about it? Answer: Yes

Question: If you lose does your sister have the same rights over you? Answer: Yes

Question: Will this affect your GPA? Answer: Yes

"This ends my question. You and your sister have overstepped your bounds, and have treaded on an area of parental rights. When this bet is over, and the punishment is meeted out, your father and I will discuss what is to happen to you and your sister."

"Mom, how has our bet infringed on your territory?"

"You will know when the results of your exams come back."

*****

It seemed to Fred that he had walked around in circles forever taking directions from one student, and then another on how to get to the math lab. Finally, he lucked out and a maintenance engineer walked him 30 feet to the side entrance of a building, opened the door, and said, "Welcome to the math lab."

Fred wanted to kiss him, but the room was full of students looking at the intruder. Cindy was one of them, and she stood up and waved at her dad.

He walked silently over to her, gave her a hug and kiss, and asked if they could talk.

Cindy folded up her books put her backpack on, and led her dad out into a garden area. They sat down under a shade tree and Cindy asked, "What's up, dad?"

"Your mom and I want to know the same thing. You canceled our weekend together, so you could study for an exam. Then we found out you and your sister were not studying together. We knew something was amiss, and came to find out what it is, before it got out of hand."

"Dad, everything is fine. Sandy and I are fine. We could not be better."

"Why are you studying together for this big exam Thursday?"

"Can I take the Fifth Amendment just this one time? I promise you, it is nothing terrible. No one is going to be harmed permanently. It is going to be funny, and the entire family is going to be involved. Whether I win, or if Sandy wins, the results are going to be the same. It was my idea, and I got her to bite at the forbidden apple. She said she was smarter than I was. I reminded her. You said I was smarter and she was. We have both been studying like crazy for this exam. What she did realize was when we made the bet was she gave me two options to her one."

"You sneaky devil you; taking advantage of your sister."

"Dad, how can I take advantage of someone who is smarter than I am?"

"Good point Cindy, if you win the bet, make sure you point that out to your smarter sister."

"Thanks dad, the test is Thursday, the results should be posted by the following Tuesday. We will both be home for the weekend, and explain the winner's prerogative."

"It sounds like a lot of fun to me Cindy, would you like to join your mother and me for lunch?"




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 19



"As long as you are paying, and we're not going to Burger King, I will tag along."

"Let me call your mother, and see what she has done with your sister."

*******

It was after 3 o'clock, when their parents drop them off at their dorm. Sandy asked, "Cindy, why were you all smiles at lunch. Didn't dad talk to you about our bet? Did you tell him about the whole thing?"

"Yes, dad asked me about our bet, and he let me take the Fifth Amendment on telling him about it. I asked him to trust me, and no permanent harm would happen to anyone, or anyone's property."

"You do realize you have dad wrapped around your little finger." 

"Don't you believe it. He has control over all of us. He lets us do what we want to do, as long as we stay within his rules. Break one of those rules, and see how fast any of us have control over him, even mom."

"Are you going back to the math lab?"

"No, I have an English Lit paper I have to start writing. I am going to do that for the rest of the day."

"I am happy we have some classes that are separate. I think it makes it easier on both of us."

"You see, sometimes it pays to be the smarter sister."

"That is why I came out first, and you took your time and came out last."

"We will see about that sister. Prepare your ass for a thumping."

Thursday morning came, and the girls were in a fine fettle on their way to take their economics exam. They had studied hard, went to bed early, and were prepared for this exam. They opened their computers, signed in, and the exam popped up on their screens. It was the last time either of them could remember breathing for the next 90 minutes, until the bell rang, and their computers went blank. When they looked up, the room was nearly empty. Nearly everyone else had completed the exam, and left. They began to wonder if they had done something wrong. Tuesday could not come soon enough for them.

There was no time to dwell on that exam, because they had four more waiting for them. Spanish was a no-brainer, because of the neighborhood they grew up in. In their high school, in New Jersey, over half their school's population was Hispanic. For the teachers, it was like teaching English as a second language. Both girls could read, write, and speak Spanish fluently. 

Cindy liked biology, while Sandy thought it was icky. Dissection was fun for Cindy and she was good at it. Sandy was great technically, and took notes voraciously. As always, together they made a great team.

Fred didn't give the girls a choice in their history class, and much to their amazement the class was sold out on the first day. It seemed like, "The American Political System" was a very popular course at the university. The reason why became evident later in the year. Senators and representatives from the United States Congress lectured at almost every class.

However, first up was there English Literature papers, which were due on Wednesday. This meant many hours of library time and many students trying to get access to the same material. Thankfully, the library was computerized and very few books had to be taken from the shelves for research purposes.

The literature papers handed in, the sisters immediately dove into "The Articles of Confederation" for their history exam on Friday. When that exam was finally over, they returned to their room, locked the door, threw their books on the floor, crawled into their beds, and slept the day away. Their brains and bodies were fried.

By the time they woke up that evening the cafeteria was closed. They were not supposed to use the credit card to eat Off-campus without permission, so they called home.

Fred told them they had two choices: They could go out to eat, or they could come home; eat here, and then, he would eat them.

Without discussing it with Cindy, Sandy said, "We will be home in one hour. Macaroni and meatballs would be wonderful."

Sandy started throwing her laundry into a bag, when Cindy asked what was going on. Sandy replied, "Dad made me an offer I could not refuse."

"What offer did he give you?"

"He said for us to come home and eat; and then he would eat us."

Cindy was finished packing for the weekend, before Sandy was. She said, "I'm driving."

"You know what will happen if you get a speeding ticket."

"Yes, I know, but he fuck's me in the ass anyhow, so what difference does it make?"

Sandy thought for a moment, and said, "None, I guess."

"Let's go girl, our dinner is going to get cold."

"Are you talking about our dinner, or dad's desert?"

"Dad would eat that dessert, straight out of the freezer, or in the oven for that matter."

"We did get lucky meeting him the way we did; didn't we?"

"As far as I am concerned, the only better day we had was the day we were born. Mom deserves Fred. After all the terrible years she had to put up with our dad, I hope their marriage lasts forever. I will do whatever I can to make sure it does."

"The same goes for me, Cindy. Whatever needs to be done, I will be there. The thought of being a hooker or call girl numbs me to my soul."

******

Sandy hit the remote control button to the garage door opener, allowing the van access inside. As soon as the windshield hit the tennis ball, which hung down from the ceiling by a string, she stopped. She heard the door close, and applause coming from behind her. 

She yelled, "Be quiet you two, or I will back up."

"She sounds like she is in a good mood, Fred."

"After I take care of my promises, she will be smiling; I guarantee it."

The girls pulled their belongings out of the van, walked over to their parents, and hugged them tightly. "Thanks for letting us out of that pressure cooker for a while. If these tests are only midterms, finals are going to be hell."

Fred kissed them both, and said, "Tomorrow, I will tell you how to prepare for finals. It will not make the subject matter easier, but it will make preparing for them much more organized, and give you more time to study for each of them."

Their mother said, "Come on girls, dinner is waiting."

Fred and Sharon led the way through the laundry room, into the kitchen. The girls stopped to drop off the laundry and yelled, "Where are Debbie and Danni?"

As they entered the kitchen, their younger sisters hit them in their faces with huge pillows, nearly knocking them on the floor. Debbie and Danni screamed as they ran for cover.

Cindy yelled, "You two our dead meat," and started chasing after them with Sandy close at her heels. As they reached the second floor, looking for telltale signs of their sisters, they heard giggling. They approached Danni's room quietly, and heard it again. They burst in looking for the twins, only to find her computer on and the girls laughing at them from it.

Sandy said, "I bet they are in one of our rooms."

They walked into the hallway, only to be knocked down by pillows again, and their sisters running away laughing into their parent's bedroom. Cindy yelled, "We have them now."

What they did not know is Danni, and Debbie had a plan. Upon entering their parent's bedroom, Danni darted into the walk-in closet, and hid among her parent's clothes. Debbie slowed down, opened the door to the deck, and waited for her older sisters to see her. When Cindy and Sandy ran into the room, she screamed, left the door open, ran towards the other end of the deck, with her sisters 20 feet behind her. She opened the door to Sandy's room, went in, locked it, and waited to see the furious faces of her sisters. They were yet to know the good part.

Cindy and Sandy pounded on the door yelling at Debbie. Finally, Sandy pulled Cindy and started running back to their parent's room. When they got there, the door was locked, and Danni was smiling at them.

Sandy whispered, "We forgot your room. They can't be in three places at one time." They went to the center room of the balcony, only to find their parent's smiling behind the locked door.

Cindy yelled, "You set this up?"

"No, this idea was your sisters, and we thought it was the funniest thing we had ever heard of. You two college students fell for it, hook, line and sinker. The thing that would have made it better was rain. Right now you would look like drowned rats."

"Can we come in, we are hungry, and someone promised to use us as dessert."

When everyone was inside, and in their parent's arms, Fred said, "Come on children, dinner is in the oven, let's eat."

Debbie and Danni yelled, "Ow," while Sandy and Cindy had angelic looks on their faces.

"No retribution, until we go to Ryan gym, Sunday. Is that understood ladies?"

The four girls answered, "Yes, mother," as Sharon took the steaming bowl of spaghetti out of the oven. Fred followed her with a large bowl of meatballs and sausages. Cindy carried a large cauldron of extra sauce. The other girls put water, butter, and a sliced loaf of Italian bread on the table. They worked like a well-oiled machine, and in moments, they were seated at the table. Fred dished out the spaghetti, as the girls attacked the meats. It was a normal family dinner. It was something the girls had not experienced with their real father. 

While they were living with their Uncle Clark, everyone dressed up for dinner. It was a more formal affair, and was served by staff. 

This was home, and they reveled in it. Conversations were fun, free flowing, and unrestricted. It could go anywhere from atoms to zoology. Fred played referee and judge, when it came to a question of who was right and wrong, because the children thought he knew everything, about everything. They were overjoyed when he did not have an answer to a question. They would dance around him and sing that they stumped their dad."

When dinner was completed, the girls took over the kitchen and cleaned it until it sparkled.

Sharon and Fred went to the den to read a magazine, newspaper, or to their computers. There were no televisions in the house. There was a very brief argument about the televisions, when they moved in to the house, but when the girls looked into their father's eyes, and then saw the boxes of personal computers he had by his desk, the argument died quickly.

Sharon finished her emails, looked up, and said, "Fred, did you hear that?"

"No, I didn't hear anything."

"Exactly, they are being too quiet, and you know what that means."

"Turn out the lights, the party has started?"

"Exactly, and they started without us, or they are planning something. That is almost a spanking offense, isn't it?"

"As much as I would like to say yes, it is not. However, instead of reacting, why don't we act on our own? Come here, gorgeous, it's party time."

"Mister Hastings, we are not married."

"Miss Williams, we are practicing for that event."

"Okay, but no dancing."

"You knew my plan, before I planned it."

She may not have wanted to dance but when Fred took her into his arms, it was the first thing he did. He started humming a soft tune into her ear, as she pressed her head against his chest. They were in no hurry; they had a lifetime ahead of them; a lifetime, or until the girls found out they had been fooled.

"I love you, Miss Williams, I never thought I would get a chance to say that to any woman before I turned 50, but I am overjoyed to say it to you now."

"I love you, Mister Hastings, with all my heart. It's not because you saved my four girls from a disastrous life, which I can never repay you for. It's because of how you changed my life and the way I see the world today."

"You deserve to be in silks and satins for the rest of your life, and I am going to make sure it happens." He kissed her deeply, while running his hand up her back, pressing her to him.

She moved her arms up around his neck, pulling him down to her height. She said, "I prefer naked, Fred. I understand our couch is a very comfortable. Should we test it?"

"Yes, but I think we are overdressed for the test you have in mind."

They remedied that fact quickly, and not quietly.

The four girls were upstairs with their trap baited, waiting for their parents to fall into it.

After an hour of waiting, Danni said, "I think they smelled a rat."

"I told you we should make more noise."

"We all can't be as brilliant as you are Cindy."

"Just remember, the test results are posted Tuesday, smartass. We will see just how much your ass is smarting after that."

"What are you two up to now?"

"We have a bet on a test Debbie, that's all."

"Bullshit, something is up between you two; I heard mom and dad talking about it."

"You will know more about it next weekend when we come home again. Right now we have more important matters to deal with. What are mom and dad up to, and have they set a trap for us to fall into?"

Sandy said, "There is only one way to find out, we go downstairs and fall into it together; or we send out a scouting party, and only one of us falls into their trap."

They looked around at each other for the one who wanted to be the guinea pig, and no one volunteered.

"I guess we all fall into the trap together. Be careful, dad is an evil genius."

Quietly, like church mice, they descended the stairs; diverted through the living room, and into the formal dining room. A listening for sounds of their parents who were supposed to be in the next room; they heard nothing.

Cindy whispered, "This is not good."

The kitchen was clear. They stepped into it to see as much of the den, as they could. There was no sign of either of them. He peered around the wall to get a better look and still no sign of their parents.

Danni said, "Fuck, look at the floor."

Groggily, Fred said, "Guess who's getting a spanking?"

In chorus, the four girls said, "Oh shit, they were fucking on the couch!"

Sharon laughed, "Fred, darling, I believe that's three spankings for Danni, and two for the rest of the girls. Your hand is going to be very sore."

"Mom, that's not fair, you two were supposed to be upstairs with us, not playing hanky-panky down here alone."

"We have to take one away from Danni, babe. When was the last time you heard anyone use the term 'Hanky-Panky'."

"I guess she did not want to say 'Fucking,' because that would've meant another spanking. I think you should buy a paddle, it would be easier on your right hand when you have to raise to be sworn in."

The girls looked at her mother in horror. "Whose side are you on, mom?"

"My future husband's side, of course. Sooner or later, all of you will find a wonderful man like Fred, and believe it or not, you will leave me. We will be together for the rest of our lives. You will come to visit, your rooms will always be here, and I will always love you. Don't ever ask me whose side I'm on, because it will always be with Fred. He saved me from your father, he also saved you from him. Fred will also save you from your husband's, if they turn out like your father; I will guarantee you that here and now. One word from you that your husbands are mistreating you, and they will be in jail, before the next breath. Do you understand now why I am Fred's side?"

Cindy replied, "Yes, mother, but Fred got us to come home, by making certain promises, and he has not lived up to them yet."

"Has he ever broken a promise to you?"

"No."

"Are you leaving to go back to school right now?"

"No."

"Then, he has time to keep his promises to you, doesn't he?"

"Why are you so darn logical when I am horny?"

"I am sorry to tell you this baby, but you are my daughter, and for the rest of your life, you are going to be horny every day of it, especially when you get your period."

"Is that why everyone stays away from us, when we have our periods. I knew we were edgy, I guess we are..."

Sharon laughed, "The word you are looking for Cindy is hostile. Even your father stayed away from me, those three days of the month."

"You haven't been that way with me, babe."

"You haven't got on my bad side, yet, Fred. When you do, beware the 'Ides of March', and every other month of the year."

"Miss Williams, I have a remedy for that, I could get you pregnant."

"Mister Hastings, do you want my girls to see you turned into a gelding." 

"You would miss it, and so would they. Does anyone have any studying, or homework to do for Monday?"

The answer was a unanimous "No!"

Fred kissed Sharon, and said, "To the bedroom ladies, it's playtime."

"Are they always this obedient, Sharon?"

"Do pigs fly Fred?"

"I saw an elephant fly once, no twice. I saw Dumbo and another movie, where an elephant was flying."

"Fred, do you want to go upstairs and play with my girls and me, or do you want to die down here of a painful death?"

"Let's go upstairs, the girls should be naked by now. I have spankings to meet out. I will go easy on them, if you will give out half of them."

"You want me to spank my babies?"

"Are you telling me it would be the first time you spanked them?"

"I never laid a hand on my children in anger."

"This is not in anger; this is for fun. If you don't join me, yours is going to be the fifth ass that gets spanked, because you did not raise your children correctly."

"I thought you liked the way my children turned out."

"I love the way your children turned out. It has nothing to do with teaching them about discipline. My dear, is your hand in, or is ass sticking out?"

"Fred, I am beginning to hate every girl that was in the elevator with you wearing a bikini."

"You did not answer my question; hand or ass? Your babies are going to cum one way or the other."

"You know that is your fault. You were so gentle with them, they are now addicted to sex, just like their mother."

"This is your last chance Sharon; answer the question. If I answer it for you, just think about those bikinis, and you know which way I will go."

"I think I'm beginning to hate you, Fred. Either I hurt my girls, or I get hurt."

"Yes, but very pleasurably, and you will love it."

"I think I will spank my babies instead. I don't want to have trouble sleeping tonight."

"Good answer, because I am going to fuck you in the ass later."

"Don't even think about it, Fred."

"I already have, my decision is made, my future wife will acquiesce, and I will make her cum like she has never cum before."

"Now you are bragging, Fred."

"There is only one way to find out, isn't there, baby?"

"I hate lawyers. They set up a trap, and let you walk right into it."

"Yes, but he is such an enjoyable trap. I love looking into your eyes when your body explodes into orgasm."

"I am never wearing a bikini again."

"You don't have to babe. I have your bottom memorized; every square millimeter of it."

"Oh Shit."

"Spanking!"

"You will not touch me without repercussions, Mr. Gelding."

"Rules are rules dear, and they apply to everyone in the household."

Cindy yelled, "You tell her dad. Keep her in line, just like the rest of us."

Sharon asked, "Daughter, whose side are you on?"

Cindy replied, "Fred's side, mother, just like you."

"Oh Fuck!"

Cindy laughed. "That's two, dad, shall we try for three?"

"You are doing great, Cindy. At the rate you are going your mom won't be able to sit for a week."

The four girls laughed at Fred's comment. 

Sharon said, "I am going to put starch in your underwear. If you think you are horny now, wait and see what happens then."

Debbie said, "Could you put heavy starch in mine, mom. If it is that good, the boys will be all over me at school."

"Fuck, she got me again."

Cindy yelled, "That's three mom, want to try for four?"

"I don't like you, Cindy. I will get even you know."

"Yes, I know mom, but the four of us can sit down and watch as dad gives you a tanning."

Fred chimed in, and said, "Who said I was going to spank my bride in public?"

"That's not fair , dad. You always spank us together."




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 19



"And your point is?"

Cindy screamed, "God, I hate lawyers!"

The End

Chapter 19. 



Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 20







Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 20



"Cynthia, please join us, your husband has a decision to make. I believe he will need your help to make the proper choice."

Cynthia asked, "Steve is this going to be a simple answer, or a really simple answer?"

"I don't know yet, babe. He hasn't asked me the question."

"Steve, you have two choices of schools that have great Maritime law credentials. You can go to Tulane University Law School, which is north of New Orleans; or Swansea University Law School."

"You didn't say where Swansea University was Dycke."

"Oh, did I forget that; it's 200 miles west of London, England."

Steve doubled over in pain from the punch in the stomach Cynthia gave him. While he was in this position, she kissed his head and said, "You are going to give the correct answer, aren't you?"

Payne could not stop laughing, because her big, tall, strong brother had met his match in a 5 foot tall, 100-pound package. When he was able to breathe, and stand up straight again, Steve looked at his wife and said, "You didn't have to do that. England was going to be my choice. I know you want to travel, and this would give us the perfect opportunity to do it. Couldn't you be nice to me every once in a while?"

"If I was nice you might not recognize me."

Steve moved behind his sister, and replied, "Truer words were never spoken."

Cynthia went after him, like bees after a bear stealing their honey. Steve kept his sister, between them, and when Cynthia ran out of steam, she said, "Wait until we get home mister. I am going to break both your arms."

"Babe, if you said my legs, I would worry; but my arms are so high, you can't reach them."

Cynthia screamed. "Get into your birthday present, before I kill you. It may be the last time you get to drive it."

Dycke said, "Cynthia, I need him, and if you kill him, there will be no England, for you or Jordan."

"Damn you Dycke, I don't care if you need him, but I want to see England; so you win, he gets to live."

Payne took her friend by the shoulders, and thanked her. "Cynthia, I am glad you're not going to jail for murder. Dycke and I have decided three children are enough. If you were not here, I would have to raise Jordan, also. Dycke is going to have a vasectomy to make sure we stop having children."

Cynthia turned, and looked evilly at Dycke. She looked up at Payne, and said, "I will do it for free."

Payne patted Cynthia on her head. "Why would you take your vengeance out on me; that's mine!"

"Stop patting me on my head, Payne, before I cut you off at your knees. Steve, get in the car, we are going home."

"Yes, my love."

******

"I am going to miss them Dycke."

"It will only be for two or three years, and then he will become invaluable to the company. Your father will be amazed."

"Would you have believed it, when we were in high school?"

"Yes I did. I knew he had it in him, but someone had to kick him in his ass to get it out of him. Desiree and Cynthia did a marvelous job during his time in college. Let's go home I am hungry for dinner, and my wife."

"You are always hungry for your wife."

"I hope you don't expect that to change. I knew it the first day we met."

"Me too."

85. Patricia and Stephano's Wedding

Brad and Donna pushed the Building and Zoning board to approve the plans for Patricia's new home. Even though they could not find any faults with the plans, they balked at approving it so quickly. Donna brought in their big guns to move these plans through. Aaron Goodman, the chief fire investigator, the chief of police, and the head of the fire department, descended on the zoning board. They demanded to know what their problems were with these plans. Suddenly, there were none, and the plans were approved, while these men looked on.

As soon as they were signed, Brad and Donna went into high gear. They hired construction, and steel workers; plumbers, painters, and carpenters from the surrounding area, and the four neighboring states. They did all this to make sure that everything was in readiness for Patricia and Stephano's wedding, and the start of construction on her home the next day.

Concrete companies were alerted to have to enough mix available for an 8000 square foot, 2500-psi pad on Monday, October 18, at 9 A.M. Brad told the manager not to be late, if he wanted to bid on the contracts for the walls, hanger floors, and helipads.

The manager of the company assured him his trucks would be there early.

The construction companies set up their temporary field offices on the east side of the city, out of sight from where the wedding would take place. Their men were housed in trailers, specifically for this purpose. The first item on their list was to remove the fences. Then they had to destroy and remove the original pad the old house stood on, and everything that was underneath it.

Trucks containing thousands of yards of two by fours, and three-quarter inch plywood arrived on Tuesday, along with 350 carpenters and apprentices. They began the task of building a floor that would hold nearly 800 people. Lasers made every line on the ground straight. The two by fours were pounded 3 feet into the ground, and left exactly 2 feet above it; not a millimeter above or below.

Stephano had ordered them to build a floor approximately one half acre in dimensions. However, he ordered much more wood than was needed. The carpenters did not stop to ask any questions. They continued until the wood ran out. When it was measured afterwards, it was a little more than an acre in size.

The painters did not wait for carpenters to finish their job. As soon as one section was completed, they put the water repellent on the wood, went to the next section, and repeated the process. As they caught up to the carpenters, they returned to the first section, put the first coat of paint on it, and moved on. To the trained eye, it was a ballet. To the untrained eye, it was pandemonium. The painters finished putting the second coat of paint, on the wood, two hours after the carpenters finished.

Now came the hard part; building the intricately designed 'Cupola' Brad had designed for the couple to get married in. He had surprised him with it, when he went to tell them the Zoning Board had approved the plans for the house.

Patricia was so thrilled with it, she kissed him.

As usual, Stephano became furious with her. When she turned and saw the fire in his eyes, she shook her head and said, "Steph, give it a rest."

He was going to reply to her remark, when he remembered his own advice. "Don't piss her off." So he kept quiet, and let his temper cool down.

******

Thursday, October 14

Patty flew into the city for the final fitting of her gown. It was everything she had hoped for, and more. Carolina had taken her original drawing, brought it to life. It was fit for the cover of any magazine. While she had it on, Carolina and her staff took still pictures from every angle, as well as motion pictures. When they were done, they removed her dress, packed it carefully in a huge box, put it in the limousine, and brought her back to the heliport.

Carolina said, "I will be there at noon Saturday. Do not attempt to get into the dress without me there. I do not want anything to go wrong with it."

Patty replied, "I don't know how to thank you. This dress means the world to me. My father will be very proud to see me in it. I think my mother would be very proud to see me in it, also."

"Patricia, your mother is always in your heart. She will never leave you. You are a part of her, just like she is a part of you; that will never change."

"Intellectually, I know that, but in my heart I miss her every moment of every day."

"Patricia, it is the same way with me. My mother is my soul, and I speak to her, with my heart daily. It is the way it is supposed to be, between a mother and her daughter."

"I am sorry, Carolina, I did not know."

"There was no way for you to know. I do not carry that wound on my sleeve. Live your life Patricia; it is what your mother would want."

"I will try, I will really try. Thank you for talking to me."

******

Stephano and Brad tried on their new tuxedos, got their hair cut; nails clipped and polished, and for the first time in his life, Brad got a facial, and a massage. His only problem was the girl that gave them to him. She was gorgeous, and he had an erection that would not go down. Every time she looked at that area of his body, she laughed. Brad did not think it was a laughing matter. He had been working so hard for the past six months, he had not had time to be with any woman, and this beautiful woman was laughing at his predicament.

One hour and 45 minutes later it was over, but Brad was still erect. He followed Stephano to the cashier and waited patiently, while he paid for their procedures. The young woman, who had attended to him walked past him, slipped a card into his pocket. He waited until they were in the car to see what was on it. "Brad, you probably don't remember me, but I remember you. Thursdays were our nights together, even though I knew you were with Julie in the afternoon. I would like to take that thing of yours for another test drive. If you are interested, call me at 518- 998-9998. Bonnie"

Brad started doing mental gymnastics. "Bonnie, which one was Bonnie? Shit, I don't remember a Bonnie. I have to find my high school yearbook and see if I can remember her face. She knows I screwed around with everyone, but shit, this is embarrassing."

Stephano saw the consternation in Brad's face. He asked him what was going on. Don't try to tell me nothing or I will turn Patty loose on you.

Brad said, "The woman who worked on me today remembered me from high school. Her name is Bonnie, and I screwed her, plus every other girl in school I could. She kept laughing at my erection, because it would not go down. She gave me her number, and told me she wants to take it for another test drive. I feel like an idiot, because I don't recognize her. What the hell am I supposed to do?"

"Brad, you are fucking idiot. What have Patricia and I been telling you all these months. If you want to meet someone you have to be honest. If you start a relationship with a lie, she is going to wind up fucking you, instead of you fucking her."

"Can't I just go to the school library and check my yearbook to see who she is, so I can jog my memory and tell her I remember all about her."

"Is that the truth, or is it a lie?"

"Can I take the Fifth Amendment on that?"

"Do you want 'Timeless' to visit your car?"

"No, I guess not."

"Take out your cell phone, tell her you would love to take her out to lunch or dinner, her choice, but honestly, you don't remember her face."

"Do you realize how hard it is going to be for me to tell the truth?"

"Do you remember the last time you told the truth willingly to a girl?"

"Willingly, I don't think I ever have. This will be a first."

"There is a wedding Saturday, and you don't have a date."

"Stephano, you are out of your mind. I can't do that, my mother will be there. She would see me with a girl, and ask her about grandchildren."

"It is a chance you'll have to take, but there is always tomorrow to break the ice."

"How many times have I said that Patty, and you are nuts?"

"Make the phone call, and join us at the funny farm."

Brad made the call, and Bonnie said 'yes' to lunch. Lunch lasted three hours. As they were leaving the restaurant Bonnie asked him, "Why are you grinding your teeth?"

"I want to ask you something; I know your answer, and it is very logical, from your point of view. However, if you answer the opposite way, my mother will embarrass you in a way you cannot imagine. So I am caught between a rock and hard place."

"Do you want to part company here, and leave that question hanging in the air, unasked, or do you want to man up and ask me?"

"Okay, just remember, you asked for this. Two friends of mine are getting married tomorrow afternoon at 2 o'clock. I would like you to come with me, as my date."

"Is that it; is that the whole thing?"

"No, that is only the first half. Depending on your answer, I will either tell you the second half, or I can leave that alone."

"So if I say no. I will not know the second half of the question. If I say yes you will tell me; is that it?"

"Yes, that is it, in a nutshell."

"Brad, I would love to accompany you to the wedding."

"Bonnie, my mother is going to have a field day with you."

"Why do you say that?"

"Every time my mother sees me with a young woman, she grabs her by the arm, tells her what a wonderful catch I am, and asks her how many grandchildren she can expect."

"On a first date?"

"My mother would not care if we were talking to each other in the aisle of the food store, or if you were a hooker I hired for the day."

"Your mother must be awesome."

"If you think my mother is awesome, wait until you meet my grandmother."

"Wow, I think I need something stronger than a Diet Dr. Pepper. I make a mean margarita, are you interested?"

"I don't want to take advantage of you on our first day together."

"Boy have you changed. The first time we met you had my panties off in less than 10 minutes."

"A friend of mine told me if I wanted to start a relationship, I had better control myself."

"Oh, is that what we are doing, starting a relationship?"

"I am not seeing anyone, and I don't believe you are seeing anyone. Would you like to give it a try? I have never tried it with anyone else."

"A few hours ago, you didn't even remember who I was."

"Six months ago, I was a lying sack of shit. My life's ambition was to become a gigolo. My friends had more faith in me, than I did. As part of my service to them, I have to learn to tell the truth, and that's all I have done today. It's the first time I have ever done it, while I was talking with a woman."

"What do you mean, part of your service to them?"

"I made a bet with a genius, and naturally, I lost. I was to be her indentured servant for the next year of my life. It is not as bad as it sounds. She had me draw up the blueprints for her new home. I had just graduated, with a Master's Degree in Architecture, so it wasn't a bad thing. I also have to look after her 35-acre property. When my mother found out about this bet, she took away my Corvette, tied me to my chair in the office, and never let me out. I haven't been on a date for six months, until today that is. I have six more months to go on my contract. The man I was with yesterday is going to be her husband, and I am going to be his best man. The three of us have become very good friends."

"How should I dress for tomorrow?"

"Wear a nice simple dress. I will be in a tuxedo, but that does not matter. About 200 firefighters, police officers and their families are going to be there. They are going to be dressed as casually as you are. There are also going to be a lot of people that are politically connected and very wealthy. It is a very eclectic group. Don't let it frighten you, because there is a huge dance floor, and there is going to be a ton of food. The children have a separate play area, the dignitaries are coming in by helicopter, and everyone should have a blast."

"Are you going to pick me up, or do you want me to drive there by myself?"

"What type of cad do you take me for? Of course I'm going to pick you up."

"Wouldn't it be a good idea, if you knew where I lived?"

"If I didn't know where you lived, all I would have to do is ask Patricia to find out. In less than five minutes, I would know more about you than your mother."

"I take it she's the one you lost the bet to?"

"Yes, she is. Every time the government needs her, it cost them $1.4 million a day. She has three cookbooks memorized down to the last gram. I told her she was lying about the money, and it was not possible to memorize the cookbooks. I actually spoke to the director of the FBI, and he asked me how badly did I piss her off. When I told him, he called me an idiot, and verified the amount of money they paid her.

She bet me $100,000 against my Corvette that she could name every item in any recipe in each of those books. Making a long story short, I lost. I couldn't give her the Corvette, that's how I became her indentured servant."

"I wonder if she can organize my recipe cards."

"I wouldn't know; she doesn't use them."

************

Stephano was kicked out of their house at 6 PM. He didn't understand the rationale behind it, but when Patricia said leave, you left in a hurry. He was sound asleep at 5:30 AM, the next morning, when the phone by his bed rang.

Sleepily, he said "Hello."

He drew the phone away from his ear, as Patricia's tirade began.

"Can't you do anything I ask you for right? You son of a bitch, I am going to murder you. I am not marrying you today. Call everyone and cancel. I am leaving you. I am going to start my bus, and drive away. You will never find me again. Goodbye."

Stephano said, "Before you leave me, would you at least tell me what I did to deserve this?"

"Look outside you asshole."

He did, and he could not see one foot outside the window. A dense fog had settled into the deep green valley. He closed his eyes and said, "Oh God, don't do this to me; not today."

He returned to the phone, and cheerfully said, "What are you worried about, it's a morning fog it will burn off by 10 o'clock, and you will have a bright sunny day, just like you wanted. Haven't you ever heard the saying, "Wet grass in the morning means no rain during the day?"

"You are lying through your teeth. The weatherman said it was going to turn into thunderstorms this afternoon."

"Patricia, how many times has the weatherman been right this year?"

"Give me a minute and I'll tell you." She went to her computer, did her magic, and came up with her numbers. "The weatherman has been correct. 62.325% of the time this year."

"That means I can be right 37.675% of the time. In baseball, that's one hell of a batting average. In football, or tennis, 62.675% is a mediocre average."

"Yes, but in baseball, it makes you a god. I'll give you until 11 o'clock, and if the fog hasn't lifted, I am gone."

"What will you do if your mother comes looking for you at noon?"

"You are not fighting fair Stephano."

"I will do anything I have to do to keep you here, so I can marry you, and give you the spanking of your life. Right now that is what you need. You are acting like a spoiled brat. You can't have your way, so you are throwing a temper tantrum. Relax baby, go back to sleep and relax."

"You are not here, how am I supposed to relax."

"I wanted to stay, but you kicked me out, remember?"

"The bride and groom are not supposed to see each other, the night before the wedding."

"We have been living together for more than 7 months. Not seeing each other is an old wives tale, when the bride's parents wanted to keep her a virgin, until her wedding night."

"Mister Valentino, may I remind you that I am a virgin."

"Miss Patricia Laura Garrett-Parent Zabo; might I remind you that is not your parents that have kept you a virgin."

"Stephano, come home, please; I need you."

"I will be there in 30 minutes baby."

When he walked in the door, she nearly knocked him down.

"I guess you're happy to see me."

"No. I just wanted you closer in case the fog doesn't lift. If it's not clear by 11 A.M., I'm getting my gun and shooting you."

"Can I get some sleep first? Some idiot woke me up at an ungodly hour, and I believe it was you. If you're not careful, you won't be able to sit, during your own wedding."

"I'm going to bed, are you going to join me?"

"Are you going to be naked?"

"Are you going to be good?"

"No, I'm going to be great."

"I hate you, Stephano."

"I can't tell you how much I hate you, Patricia; but I can't stay away from you. Get in bed before I take you on the floor."




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 20



"Are you trying to piss me off?"

"You can bet your pretty ass on it."

"You stay away from my ass. I think you're turning into a pervert."

"I didn't have to turn into a pervert, I was born that way."

********

Saturday 7 AM

The lasers were useless in the fog. The workers reverted to using the old-fashioned method of stretching a string taut to keep the line of chairs straight. Rank after rank, file after file, 800 hundred chairs were set in place, as straight as an arrow. After each rank was completed, it was covered with sheets plastic, to keep them dry. With 300 men working, it should have taken 30 minutes using the lasers. Using the string method, it took more than two hours.

The next thing to do was to put the 'Cupola' in place. It was a very delicate job. The base was made of sturdy Maplewood, and the floor was made of three-quarter inch exterior plywood. These were no problem.

However, Brad had designed the enclosure of a filigree of thin strips of wood, local wild grasses, and wildflowers, until it got to the 11-feet tall top. There he put a replica of the 'Cupola', with the bride and groom standing inside it.

The 'Cupola' weighed less than 200 pounds, which was bad, because most of its weight was contained in its base. If the top were hit by a strong gust of wind, it would disintegrate. The other problem was it had to be carried from the barn to the front of the stage, nearly 500 feet. Every supervisor was there to help guide the men chosen for this job. Other men carried poles, with canvas sheeting 12 feet high that enclosed the Cupola on every side. The eight men carrying it on a plywood sheet were exactly the same height and arm length to keep it level. It was a slow torturous walk. When these men lowered it onto its proper position, they were soaked with sweat, and happy as shit this part of their job was over.

********

The three huge white tents were erected next, using four large cranes on both ends to lift them, and their poles high above the platform, to set them into their pre-dug holes. 4-inch steel cables were used to hold these monsters in place, because there were no center posts. These tents were so massive; they nearly covered the entire 1 acre, wooden structure.

Saturday 9 A.M.

The natural gas turbine generators arrived. Electrical lines were connected, circuit breakers tested, and when everything was ready, they were brought up to 50% power. Shortly afterwards, the smells of food cooking was wafting through the air. Mama Leone's trucks were on one side, and Ruth Chris Steakhouse trucks were on the other. The combination of aromas had everyone's mouth-watering. This afternoon no one would go hungry.

Saturday 9:30 A.M.

The horn sounded, and all the construction workers stopped what they were doing, and looked to see what their managers wanted them to do. They did not know Stephano had arranged with every eatery in the city to bring hot breakfast foods, and drinks to the site, while the workers took a well-deserved break. Their cold lunch pail meals went untouched, as they gorged themselves on everything from pancakes, and waffles, to sausage and gravy on buttered biscuits. When they finished eating, they cleaned the area so well; you could not tell anyone had been there.

Saturday 10:15 A.M.

The fog began to disintegrate, but the children's rides were late. Everyone was standing around wondering what happened to them. Calls the display manager went unanswered. Calls to the police department asking if there were any accidents in the area involving the group proved fruitless. No one knew where they were or why they were late. Guests were supposed to start arriving at 12:15 PM, and all the construction equipment and men were supposed to be gone by 11:30 A.M. Time was of the essence, and time was running short.

Saturday 11:35 A.M.

The rides finally arrived. Every man and woman available, attacked each piece of equipment to put it in its place, stake it down properly, check the safety equipment, hook it up to the electrical circuits, retest them, and turn the rides on, and test everything again. Everything did not go smoothly, but because of the amount of workers available, it was done by 12:35 P.M., just as the first local guests were walking up the main driveway.

The construction vehicles left first; followed by the buses carrying the apprentices and other maintenance workers that were no longer needed. By the time the paring down was completed, it was 1 P.M., and 150 men, and women remained on-site. They had two jobs. Make sure anything that went wrong was fixed quickly, and make sure the buffet area around the sides of the tents remained clean and garbage free. The staff from, Mama Leone's and Ruth Chris Steakhouse would do the serving of the meals and make sure that the food and beverages never ran out.

Saturday 11:50 A.M.

Carolina Herrera arrived at Patricia's temporary home, rang the bell, and no one answered. She rang it again, and again, until, Stephano answered the door the door in his underwear. She screamed, "What are you doing here?"

"I was sleeping with my bride."

"Don't you know it is bad luck to be with your bride on the night before your wedding?"

"Carolina, we don't get along 99% of the time, how much worse can it be?"

He was hit by a flying shoe, and since there was only one other person in the house, he said, "You are acting like a spoiled brat again. Go back into the bedroom, and prepare your ass for a beating. I came home last night, at your request, so you could sleep. The fog has lifted; it is a bright and sunny day, just as I promised you. My missions are accomplished. What you are going to get, is what you deserve. Carolina make yourself comfortable, she will be ready for you and about 10 minutes. Don't worry about the screaming, she will be a live for the wedding."

"Stephano, you stay away from me. This is my day, and I will not be treated poorly by you."

Patricia heard her mother's voice in her head. "Get your ass in the bedroom, and take what you deserve. You will learn to respect your husband, not abjectly, but as a partner, or as you put it, 50/50."

Patty said, "Mother, not now, I don't want him to hit me today."

"If you don't want to be hit, you should not have hit him with that shoe. What goes around, comes around, Patricia. Sometimes an object lesson is required to put you in your place."

"Can he hit me twice as much tomorrow, instead of today?"

"No; tomorrow, he is going to fuck you, until you can't walk. He is going to make up for all the years you stayed a virgin. You have all the talents you need. You are going to be as innovative in bed as you are in life. You can cook like a three-star Michelin chef, and you will give him two children he will adore. You must learn to go with your heart and not only with your head. You are going to meet people today that you must form relationships with. Together, you will begin to change the world."

"Who are they mother; how will I know them?"

"Patricia, you are running out of time. Go with your husband, and get dressed for your wedding. I will be with you, I will be in your heart, and then I must go to help others. Goodbye baby girl, this is the last day I am allowed to be with you."

"No mother that can't be true, I still need you."

Laura did not answer, and would never answer her daughter again. Patricia started to cry.

Carolina asked Stephano, "Who was she talking to?"

"I don't know if you'll believe me, but it's true. She was talking with her mother."

Carolina smiled, "Stephano, for a very long time, I was privileged to talk to my mother also. We must start to put her together for the wedding. You must start also."

"I have a duty to perform first. It will not take long."

"You Italian men are crazy, and you are crazier, when you are in love."

Stephano said, "Patricia come with me. It is time to start your punishment."

"Yes dear."

He took her into the bedroom, closed the door, and said, "Yes dear; that's all?"

"Yes, my mother yelled at me. She reminded me of what I told you when we were in Sedona. Our marriage is supposed to be based on a 50-50 relationship. You said to Carolina that we did not get along 99% of the time. You were right, which put me in the wrong. My mother said I deserved what you are going to give me, and I had to start acting like a partner in this marriage. I have been acting like a tyrant, and from this moment on, I am no longer going to do that."

Stephano sat down at the edge of the bed.

Patty lay across his knees, spread her legs to maintain her balance, and waited for the first blow. When he hit her, it was light, but directly onto her pussy. She sucked in her breath, and felt a tingling in her stomach. He spread her tender folds, and hit her again in the same area. Her juices started to flow.

Stephano rubbed his fingers around the lips of her labia, moistening them with the liquid she was producing. He smacked her quickly, and her clit popped out from under its hood. He hit the bundle of nerves twice.

Patty screamed, and exploded into an intense orgasm.

"Stephano, you're supposed to be spanking me, not getting me off."

"Woman; am I or am I not hitting you?"

"It's not a question of hitting me; it's where you are hitting me, you bastard."

"This is your punishment, and I have the right to punish you any way I see fit. Today this is the way I am punishing you, and you have no say in the matter."

"I told you that you were pervert."

"Did I disagree with you?"

"No, but I think you are taking it too far."

"Patricia, what happened to 50-50?"

"I only said that a few moments ago. It is going to take me a little while to adjust to it. I will learn, just as you did. You may continue with my punishment."

Patricia was not ready for what happened next, because he smacked her hard on her rump. She screamed as if she was struck by a cattle prod.

"You bastard that is cheating."

Without answering, he smacked the other cheek, and she screamed again. Her clit was at attention, her pussy was overflowing, and she could not understand why. As she was waiting for the next blow, Stephano hit her on her distended clit, and she exploded again.

As she returned to her senses, she said, "I must learn never to trust you. You are incorrigible, and a sex fiend. I am not going to tell you what my mother said about you."

"It must have been very exciting for you to even bring up the subject. However, Carolina said, we are running out of time, and I have two more smacks to give you. So I will not delay your punishment any longer."

He slipped his fingers between the folds of her labia and played with the little soldier within. Patricia gritted her teeth as she started to climb the wall towards another orgasm. At least she was ready for this one, because her entire body was tingling. He teased her, and teased her some more, and then he stopped just before she was about to cum. "I think you've had enough punishment for today. Go take your shower and I will tell Carolina that you are ready to get dressed."

Patricia yelled, "No, you can't leave me this way. I was right there, ready to cum., Please finish me, or I will go crazy."

"Why don't you finish yourself, like you did in the woods?"

"Steph, don't make me break my word to you. Finish me please, or I am going to have a bitch of the day, and a bitch of a marriage. After you take my virginity, I will never let you touch me again. It is not an idle threat, it is a promise from my heart and soul."

"Our religion says you have a wifely duty to perform."

"I will go to confession every week, and tell the priest I didn't perform it. It is not a mortal sin, and I can still go to heaven when I die."

"You will die a lot sooner than you think."

"You can use my gun."

"I think I'm going to help you cum."

"I believe that is a very wise decision." He returned to the folds of her vagina, and played until she started producing fluids again. He felt her stiffen when he fingered the opening to the interior of her body. She did not say no as he went deeper into her body, until he touched that piece of flesh called virginity. At that point, his finger stopped, and he began moving it in and out.

Patricia's eyes crossed as she felt his flesh touching the interior of her flesh. A man was inside her; not any man, but her man. The man she was going to marry. Without willing it, her hips started to move, and his finger bumped into her virginity again. She froze because it hurt, and Steph realized it. He removed his long index finger, and replaced it with his shorter, but thicker thumb. He began tapping his left hand on her clitoris, and within seconds she exploded into such a massive orgasm, she fell into a peaceful sleep. He picked her up, put her on the bed, and covered her. He went into the bathroom to shower, and shave. She was still sleeping when he came out. He dressed in his tuxedo, combed his hair, and went to wake her up.

Patricia looked at him with dreamy eyes and asked, "Why are you dressed?"

"I don't know about you, Patty, but I am getting married in 1 hour and 15 minutes."

She nodded her head and put her head back down on the pillow. Then his words sunk into her head. "1 hour and 15 minutes; are you out of your mind? I can't be ready by then."

"800 people expect you to be ready by then. I suggest you get your ass in gear."

Patty jumped out of bed, ran into the bathroom, and took the quickest shower of her life.

While she was in there, Stephano said to Carolina, "There is going to be a crazy person in the bedroom. If you can help her, I would appreciate it. I have to find her father, and get him over here. I am happy it is you that is dressing her, and not me."

"Stephano, I have done this hundreds of times, with hundreds of crazy brides. This will be no different than one of those. She will be ready on time."

Saturday 12:05 PM

Brad knocked on the door to Bonnie's apartment, and when she opened the door all he could say was 'Wow.'

Bonnie smiled and said, "Why thank you sir that was exactly the reaction I was hoping for."

"What else did you expect me to say? You look absolutely stunning. Your hair, makeup, and that dress, it is gorgeous. I hope you didn't buy it just for today."

"What, this little old thing. I've had it in my closet for years. I've just never had an occasion to use it."

"I feel sorry for you, Bonnie. When my mother sees you with me, she is going to latch on to you like a deadbolt to a door. You do not stand a prayer of getting away from her."

"How about I tell her I am a Scientologist or a Jehovah's Witness?"

"My mother wouldn't care if you openly worshiped the devil. Are you sure you want to come with me today, you may not survive it."

"I am all dressed up; where else would I go like this?"

"Miniature golfing?"

"Brad, let's go. You are wearing a nice tuxedo, and you are the best man, in more ways than one."

"Bonnie, I just hope this does not ruin our fledgling relationship."

"I can always go into hiding after today."

"My friends said something like that once, and I told them that my grandmother could find a needle in a haystack. You are bigger than the needle. She would find you with no problem."

"Brad, your family sounds very entertaining."

"My family has been called a lot of things, but never entertaining."

******

Brad met Stephano, William, and Jemma buy the motorhome. He introduced her to everyone and said she was a friend from high school.

William said, "She does not look like a high school student," which quickly earned him an elbow in his ribs, from Jemma.

"Dad, they met again when we had a massage on Thursday. Brad did not remember who she was, so I had him call her, and take her out on Friday. Apparently, it went very well, because she is here with him today."

Bonnie asked Stephano, "Are you the friend that told him to tell the truth, all the time?"

"He told you about that?"

"He didn't even make a move on me because of you. It was a totally different story, when we were in high school. I think he had a list of 40 girls, who were regulars, and another 15 or 20, who would fill-in if someone couldn't make it."

"I only had 8 girls that would fill in."

Even Brad laughed after he said that.

Stephano asked Bonnie, "Are you Brad's date, or are you a fill-in?"

"Brad asked me yesterday if we could start a relationship."

Stephano looked sternly at Brad, and asked, "Do you remember everything Patricia and I told you about how your life could end up. Look at Bonnie, and think about it. You know damn well it could happen to you if you start screwing around on her. Don't fuck this up. Don't hurt her. If this has to end, end it properly. If this is going to move forward, treat her properly. Remember, Patty has a way of finding out everything. She also has a gun, which she knows how to use. She has not killed anyone yet. I hope you are not the first one."

"I remember every word you two said to me. I thought about it long and hard, before I asked her. You have been a great influence on me. You argue, fight, and are at each other's throat every time I am here. However, you cannot live without one another. You have the most insane relationship I have ever observed. Then you tell me, you sleep naked in the same bed, but she is still a virgin. If you can live through all that temptation, and make it to today, I can rise above my base instincts, and be true to one woman for the rest of my life. I only hope she can live through today, after she meets my mother."

"Brad I forgot to tell you. Your mother and grandmother are here."

"Oh no; Bonnie don't come near me today. You will never be the same."

"I will have to meet them sooner or later. It might as well be at the beginning of our relationship, rather than at the point where we are about to make a decision on getting engaged. If they scare me away at that point, we will both be devastated."

"I suppose you are right, and I know I can out run my grandmother."

"What about your mother?"

"My mother will be chasing you, and she tackles like a linebacker."

"I should have worn flats, instead of heels."

Everyone started laughing again.

Saturday 12:30 PM

Albany airport's apron was filled with private jets. Helicopters of every description were waiting in line to take the Attorney General and his family, the Director of the FBI, Michael Free, and his family to the wedding. Well-heeled donors, politicians, and the heads of large corporations, who wanted to be invited, were charged a fee of $5 million per person to attend. This was the largest fundraising event ever held under the guise of the wedding.

Since the Attorney General had not officially entered the presidential race these donations did not fall under any of the Federal Election Commission's rules covering these events.

Two helicopters took off from Albany airport, for Glens Falls, at 12:30 PM, carrying eight passengers each. Every five minutes afterwards two of the 12 plush helicopters pressed into service, took off. They carried between 6 and 12 passengers each. As soon as a helicopter landed, in one of the two designated landing zones, they unloaded their passengers, and took off for the return trip to Albany. When they cleared the area, the next pair of helicopters were preparing to land. It took a total of 42 sorties to bring 447 high-powered guests to the 'wedding.' One of the helicopters carried two very special guests. Bruno and Victoria Valentino, escorted by two federal marshals were flown up from Fort Polk, Louisiana for their son's wedding. Stephano had paid all the costs involved with this transfer, and it was approved by Michael Free, personally. It would be a very short stay, but it would at least give them a chance to see their son get married, and spend the afternoon and evening with him, and his bride.




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 20



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Saturday 12:55 PM

Patty ran out of the bathroom drying her naked body and cursing, "I am going to kill that stupid bastard for letting me sleep so long. He is not getting laid tonight."

Carolina and the two women with her started laughing. Patty was shocked out of her mood to find the three women in the room with her. Her wedding dress was laid out on the bed, along with all of her undergarments. A straight back, dining room, chair was in the room, with two small fans blowing in its direction. Carolina said authoritatively, "Patricia sit."

Patty looked at her and started to say, "But..."

"SIT!"

Repentantly, Patty sat down.

The women began working on her from the bottom up. The silk, thigh high stockings went on first, followed by panties that barely covered her sex. A white silk camisole, with a built in bra was put on and completed the interior package.

Carolina asked, "Where is your hairdresser?"

"I don't know. Call Stephano, and ask him."

When he was asked that question, he nearly died. "Carolina, I never thought about a hairdresser for her. She is going to kill me."

"I will take care of her hair. It may not be the best ever done, but she will have her veil on all day, and no one will ever see it."

"Thank you Carolina, I owe you one."

**********

"Patty, I am going to do your hair. The hairdresser never showed up. No one will see what is under the veil, so you have nothing to worry about."

"You have to start lying better than my husband and my doctor. Stephano forgot about my hairdresser. Am I correct?"

"Yes, but look at everything else he did for you today. Don't ruin it for him, or I will ruin your gown. This is not only your day, it is his day also."

"I hate it when other people are right, and I am wrong. My mom told me the same thing this morning."

"I know, Stephano told me all about your conversation with your mother. My mother used to come to me also. Let me start on your hair, and then we will do your makeup."

*******

Saturday 1:30 PM

The orchestra began playing, and the multitude of people that were mulling around the exterior of the tents started taking their seats. William and Jemma were taken by golf cart to Patricia's house to be with her. It was early and she was not expected to be ready. They were correct.

Brad had done his absolute best to hide Bonnie from his mother and grandmother. He was unsuccessful. His mother saw him standing next to Stephano and a beautiful young woman they were talking to. She got curious, and so did his grandmother.

Donna said, "Mom, I will be right back. I am going to talk to Brad." She went up the center aisle towards Stephano. Brad spied her coming, grabbed Bonnie by the arm, and said, "Quick, come with me, my mother has seen us." They turned to move away from her, and within a few steps, he heard, "Hello Bradley darling, you look very handsome today."

He looked, and saw his grandmother standing there. "Hello grandmother, I was just helping this young lady to her seat."

From behind him, a question was asked, "You seemed to have a special interest in this young lady. Would you like to introduce us?"

Brad looked into Bonnie's eyes and said, "I tried to warn you about them. I am so sorry for what is about to happen to you now."

His mother said, "Brad have you been holding out on me. Have you been hiding this young lady from our family?"

"Mother, what possible reason would I have tough hide any young woman from our family. Bonnie and I just met on Thursday. We went to lunch on Friday, and since I did not have a date for today's wedding, I asked her if she would like to join me."

"Bonnie, Bonnie Nuzo; Janet and Charles Nuzo's little girl? The Bonnie you went to high school with?"

"Yes, mother, this is Bonnie Nuzo."

"Bonnie, your mother and I sit on the town's beautification committee. It's nice to meet you."

"Hello Mrs. Goodman; it's nice to meet you too."

Brad said, "Bonnie this is my grandmother, Sylvia Goodman."

Bonnie said hello, and Brad's grandmother replied, "Hello Bonnie dear; Brad said he was taking you to your seat. Why don't you sit with us so we can talk? Do you love children? Don't you think children are important to a marriage? I think they stabilize a marriage. How long did you say you've known Bradley; since high school."

"Grandmother, we haven't seen each other since high school. Leave her alone."

"I was only speaking in hypotheticals, Bradley. I am reading a book, and I wanted to know the opinion of a young woman. So what do you think about children, Bonnie."

"Mom, stop her."

"Brad, your grandmother asked me the same questions a few days ago. I'm interested in seeing what Bonnie says about children. You stay with Stephano, while your grandmother and I take Bonnie with us. It will give us a chance to get to know one another."

"Bonnie would you like me to get you out of here."

His grandmother replied, "Why would Bonnie want to leave? The service has not begun and she has not had any of the fabulous food yet."

"Grandmother, mother, I warned her about you two yesterday, and this morning on the way here. That's why she might want to go. We haven't seen each other in seven years. We met two days ago, and you are ready, hounding her about children. Leave her alone."

"Bradley, you are just being hypersensitive about a hypothetical question. Go with Stephano, and leave Bonnie to us."

Without another word, the two women had Bonnie why her arms and were leading her to their seats. Brad could not understand why she was laughing.

Stephano looked at him and laughed also. "Bonnie is some kind of woman. You warned her about this, and she still came with you?"

"Yes I did. I could not believe it when she said she would join me today. I think this is the last time I will ever see her. She will be moving to Colorado tomorrow, so she can get lost in the mountains. I don't think my grandmother will be able to find her there."

"I thought you said your grandmother could find a needle in a haystack."

"Yes, but the Rocky Mountains are bigger than any haystack you've ever seen."

"Does your grandmother have any mountain goat in her?"

"Shit, I didn't think about that."

"We will try to rescue Bonnie, as soon as the ceremony is over."

"I hope it's not too late to save her, Stephano."

*************

Saturday 1:45 PM

The bridesmaids and groomsmen assembled at the rear of the pavilion's entrance. Stephano and Brad sat behind a screen on the right side of the Cupola, with the priest who would perform the ceremony.

William was seated in a chair outside the home where his daughter was getting dressed. Jemma was inside helping with the last minute details. The black stretch limousine waited for the bridal party to exit the home for the short drive to the pavilion area.

All the notables were there, seated in order of wealth and importance. Clark and Julia Atwater were seated in the front row. Seated next to them were Celeste Mesner Castronova, and her husband Philip; Dycke and Payne Schneider; Harold Chase and Callalily Callaway, Warren and Astrid Buffett, Bill and Melinda Gates, Tom Hanks and his wife, George Clooney, and many, many more wealthy, politically connected and famous people. There was business being discussed, under these tents, but the most important item on everyone's mind, was next November, and the presidential election. When will Clark Atwater jump in the pool with the rest of the sharks. They hoped it would be today.

There were so many important people in attendance that the Director of the FBI, Fred Hastings, and their families were seated in sixth row. The six girls, although outwardly quiet, were constantly giggling. Dolores and Sharon did not bother to try and stop them. Harmony and Melody hoped to see Patty, after the ceremony, but her father told them she might not have time, because there was a lot of business going to be done today.

Saturday 1:55 P.M.

Carolina Herrera exited the front door first, lifting the front hem of the white gown, 4 inches above the ground to keep it from getting dirt on it.

William stood, and picked up the left side of the gown to the same height. Jemma exited the home and did the same on the right side. The two women that came with Carolina took care of the back.

They shuffled forward to the limousine, and packed Patty and the gown in. It was tricky, but they got in also. They took the back road to the pavilion, and it took less than two minutes to get there. The bridesmaids and groomsmen helped Patty out of the limousine, and were stunned by the simple beauty of the dress. Carolina pushed everyone away so she could fix the veil properly. Once the gown was perfect, the bridesmaids and groomsmen lined up, and a signal was given, by cellphone, to the orchestra began to play the 'Cannon in 'C' Major'.

Saturday 2 P.M.

Carolina acted as the director of this operation and said, "Begin." The first pairing of 'Maid' and 'Man' passed through the curtain, and down the center aisle. 10 feet later, the second pairing went, then the third, fourth, fifth and sixth.

The music stopped; as well as each pair did, until the Wedding March started. The priest exited the right side, and took up the central position in the 'Cupola.' Stephano, followed by Brad came out and stopped at their appointed spots. The curtains in the rear of the pavilion opened. William and Patricia started the long slow walk down the aisle.

Cameras flashed from every angle. The professional photographer was in front of them moving backwards, as they approached him. Two videos were being taken from different vantage points. Nothing was being left to chance.

Under her veil, Patricia was a glow. "Mom, are you here, can you feel how happy I am. Daddy is here, Stephano is waiting for me, and I wish you could talk to me. I wish I could hold you in my arms today. I miss you so much. I never thought I could be this happy and this sad at the same time. I love you mom."

As they were approaching the front of the pavilion, she felt her heart glow. She remembered her mother saying she would be in her heart today, and there she was, making her presence known. Her facial expression changed into a bright, happy smile, as she stopped, turned to her father as he lifted her veil, and kissed her.

"Dad, Mom is inside me. She is in my heart, I can feel her."

"Where else would she be on your day, Patricia. She loved both of us, but she gave her life to save yours. She will be with you forever, never forget that Patricia."

"I won't dad. I love you."

William presented her hand to Stephano, with the same dire warning he had given him before.

"If you hurt her, I am going to put you into a wood chipper, feet first, and watch it slowly chew you up. I love you like a son, but she is my daughter, flesh of my flesh, and I will protect her all the days of my life."

"William, I accept your edict. I promise you, your daughter will never come to harm from me. I will spank her to keep her in line, but I will never mistreat her, as God is my witness, and as you are her father."

Patricia asked, "Are you two finished? Is it all right if I get married, or should I take a seat, with my guests?"

"William, she does have a mouth on her, doesn't she?"

"Get married, we will talk about that mouth, later."

It is amazing what can happen to you in 27 minutes. You go from a single person, responsible for no one but yourself, to a married person with all the responsibilities for the life of another human being. Patricia was ecstatic, but her attitude towards Stephano changed. She belonged to him completely, and forever. There was no turning back. She would never marry again in her lifetime. She wondered if he felt the same way. From the way he smiled, looked her in the eye, and kissed her, after they took their vows, she was sure he did.

Stephano looked at his bride, and saw a softening in her face. The tension that was there for the past six weeks was gone. She glowed from within and he knew she was in love with him, forever. He knew he loved her with his whole being. He would give his life for her willingly. She was his treasure, and he would treat her that way. At the end of the ceremony, when he lifted her veil and kissed her, there was electricity that passed between them. Some would call it static, but he knew it was a life force that was joining them together. Whether it was her mother, signaling them to be happy together, he did not know. He knew Patricia was forever his. He whispered into her ear, "You belong to me, and I belong to you. Tonight, I am going to take you completely."

She replied softly, "My mother told me I was going to be very innovative in bed."

Stephano did not reply. He looked at her, grinned evilly, and kissed her.

Brad tapped Stephano on his shoulder, and said, "I am going to try and rescue Bonnie from my family. Wish me luck; I am going to need it."

The two men shook hands. He kissed Patty, congratulated her on corralling the big lug she married, and told her there was no more excuses for her to remain a virgin.

"You forget one thing, Brad. If he pisses me off, he is sleeping in another hotel room."

Brad shook his head. "Are you too sure you're not from other planets?"

"Remember, Brad, women are from Venus, and men are from Mars."

"Between the two of you, you are going to drive me out of this universe. Enjoy your honeymoon; I will take good care of the property."

Brad left them, and went in search of his mother, grandmother, and especially Bonnie, to see if she had not left the wedding screaming.

*******

After the initial congratulatory handshakes, with everyone that was anyone, Jim set up a table where Patricia could meet with donors, who knew about her expertise in computers. Through their contacts around the world, they had also gleaned information about the two computers she destroyed, without anyone physically being in the room with them. They wanted to be in on the ground floor of that technology.

Bill and Melinda were the first people to speak with her. She told them her program was not like 'Stuxnet', which only infected a computer's logic software.

Patricia explained that the technology was so secret only the president and three other people knew of its existence, and only she knew the codes that made it work. She said, "The president had not made a decision, yet, on whether to allow her to patent the technology. It was so revolutionary; it could destabilize the entire world."

When she said those words to many of the people she spoke to that afternoon, most of them stopped breathing.

When she was introduced to Harold Chase. She said, "You are a fucking idiot."

Callalily said, "You dress like a slut."

Patty turned, looked, and screamed, "Callie, I wasn't sure if you were coming?"

"According to you, I am marrying a fucking idiot. Take it back before a scratch your eyes out."

"You don't know what he did, do you?"

"What did my soon-to-be husband do?"

"He had the most advanced software program ever designed, and he sold it to Microsoft for a misery $5.2 billion. If he kept it, and kept his business around, Microsoft would be selling for $8 a share, Apple for $25 a share, and Chase would be selling at $5000 a share. He's an asshole."

"Patricia, you are lucky, this is your wedding day, or I would be wiping you up with the floor. I love that man, and I will not allow you to talk to him that way. He had no one but himself to work that business. He was the only designer, and he did not have a manager he could trust to run the business end of it. That was the reason he had to sell out to Microsoft. If you were more than 10 years old at the time, you could have helped him. He is here to talk to you about something he is working on now. Keep your mouth shut for a few minutes, and listen to him."

"Shit, I am sorry, Harold, I don't usually stick both feet in my mouth, before I know all the facts. I apologize for what I said. Callie is the asshole. She promised to get me drunk one evening, and she failed miserably. Not only did she fail, but she left me with three unattached men, while she left to fornicate with one."

Callie screamed, "You bitch, I am going to get you for that one."

Patricia laughed. "I'll call Alan and see what he has in mind for you, freezer hands."

"I am going to rip that dress off of your body."

"I don't think Stephano would mind that right now."

Harold asked if it was okay for him to talk to Patricia, now.

Both women yelled, "NO!"

He said, "I'm going to get Dycke, maybe he can smack some sense into one of you."

A few moments later, Harold and Dycke returned with a large bag of ice under each arm. Callie's eyes opened wide and she said, "Harold, you wouldn't dare."

Harold reached into his pocket and pulled out a strawberry. "Does this remind you of anything, my sweet?"

"Harold, stay away from me."

"Callie; Dycke, and I have business to discuss with Patricia. Go away, or you will be buried in ice, with a strawberry buried in a very familiar place."

Patricia asked, "Where did you put it, Harold?"

"Don't you dare tell her, Harold. You will never get laid again."

"You have two choices, Callie. You can leave peacefully, and give me a few minutes alone, with your friend, or you can lie down on the table and spread your legs. You know what I will do after that, don't you."

Patty looked at Callie and said, "You let him do that to you, you naughty girl."

Callie responded, "I was tied up at the time."

"Tied up? I have not tried it. What did it feel like?"

Before she could answer, Harold said, "She had more orgasms in those 3 hours, then she had since she broke her cherry."

Callie replied, "That's not true. It was close, but not true."

"Are you leaving, or lying down, Callie? I am sure we would gather a crowd, if you were to lie down."

"I will get even with you, Harold, if it is the last thing I ever do."

"Think about our children, before you do that Callie. You could be pregnant, and my children would no longer have a father."

"You idiot, you were not supposed to mention that."

Patricia said, "Where is my cellphone when I need it. I am sure Susan would love to know about this. By the time you got home, there will be billboards all along 89A , proclaiming Callie is pregnant."

"I am not pregnant. We are just trying to become pregnant."

"Leave us alone for a few minutes Callie, let me see what these two men want."

Dycke said, "Congratulations Mrs. Valentino, how does it feel to be newly married."

"Mister Schneider, it was a torturous road for Stephano and me to get to today, but I believe we have both grown very close together. If we had done this any sooner, I believe our marriage would have been a train wreck. I am very happy, with my current situation, and I think he is also."

"Please call me Dycke. It is less formal, and if you accept what Harold and I have to propose to you today, we will become both long-term business partners, and lifelong friends."

"Thank you, Dycke, please call me Patty. What do you have in mind?"

"Patty, all I will be doing is funding the operation, and taking care of the business side of it. Stephano is more than welcome to take part in it, because of his expertise in the business area. Mostly, it will be up to you, and Harold to perform the magic. I know all about your program; don't ask me how I know, but I do. How you came up with something that explosive is unbelievable; and that you are able to reverse the process is even more revolutionary."

"I never told anyone about that, except the president."

"Yes Patty, I know. I will never mention it to anyone else, except of course, Harold. That is what put the bug up his ass to get back to work. He did not believe it could be done, and from what I have found out, neither did the experts at the FBI, or the NSA, until you pulled the plug on them. I thought it was very cute of you to shut them down."




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 20



"Dycke, just so I can be sure you are not guessing at all of this, how much do I get paid per day?"

"A little less than I do, Patty. You get $1.4 million a day, which is a very tidy sum. However, you only get it, when you work for the FBI, I get paid every day."

"Harold, tell me about your program."

"Patty, there are three major sources of carbon dioxide emissions: Coal, Cars, and Cows. I am working on a program that I believe with your help, can reduce the carbon dioxide emissions from coal to down to less than 1.1% of what it is now. The coal seems to be easiest to figure out if my initial program run is correct. The cars is what I am stuck on. That is where I need your genius. If we can hit our stride on both of these problems at the same time, and have the president introduce both bills to Congress simultaneously, both the coal industry, and the automotive industry special interest groups will cancel each other out. They can't say that we are picking on one instead of the other. The problem is sulfur and hydrocarbons. My program has shown a way of letting the sulfur react with the hydrocarbons, changing them into inert compounds. There is a lot of work to do, and a lot of testing to do after that to make sure the compound is harmless to the planet and the people on it. However, if everything I think comes to pass, we will be closer to zero emissions faster and cheaper than anyone ever imagined. Nobel prizes will be thrown at us. Every science prize will be on our shelves. There will not be enough banks to hold our money. When we have enough for our lives, the lives of our children, grandchildren, and generations to come, we will release all our patents and give the technology out for free. What do you think?"

"I think we are going to need a Cray 5 computer, and a secure place to house it. Also, I will not leave Glens Falls. It is the only place I have found happiness. I love everything you have said, and I would love to help you with your quest, but I am staying here for the rest of my life."

Dycke replied, "You do not have to leave. You can work from home. I have secure satellite, microwave, fiber-optic, long line, and every other kind of secure communications available. Nothing my companies transmit are over clear communications lines. It is expensive, but it drives my competitors crazy. If you have to travel, it will be on private jet, never commercial. If I am going to pay you $1.5 million a day, your time is very valuable to me."

"Dycke, I only charge that amount of money to the FBI when I have to use my programs. I am very wealthy in my own right, and you don't have to pay me so exorbitantly."

"When Harold and I discussed a timeframe for this particular program, he said. It would be 2 to 3 years, including the testing. If you figure in another two years to get coal and automobile industry changes through Congress, that brings it to five years. When the program hits the general market, in the first six months, I anticipate sales in excess of $300 billion, between those two industries. Our total outlay during that time should not exceed $15 billion. My companies can absorb that outlay, without going to the bank for a loan. We will become the largest corporation in the world, within 10 years. If you can figure out what to do with the flatulent cows, it won't take us that long."

"How will we set up the corporation between us?"

"Since I will be funding the operation, you two will be indebted to me for two thirds of the general outlay. I will get 50% of the income until that is paid off. After that, we each get one third of the profits, less the costs of business management fees."

"Who makes the decision on the management fees?"

"Stephano will be involved in that area. Any time you wish to see the books, you are welcome to do so. Our corporate offices are in Charleston, South Carolina. Harold lives in Cottonwood, Arizona, and has an apartment in the building I live in. It is very convenient when he comes to town for a few days, or a few weeks. From our balconies, we have beautiful views of the Ashley River, the Intercoastal Waterway, the City of Charleston's historic area, and the Atlantic ocean."

"You make it sound idyllic, Dycke."

"I have lived in that building, since a few weeks after Payne, and I got married. I have never regretted one day of it."

"Will Stephano have to go down there to conduct business?"

"I'm afraid the answer to that is yes. If he is going to become an integral part of the management of our new venture, he has to meet the people he is dealing with; he has to learn their talents and weaknesses, and set up whatever protocols he needs, as far as the distribution of information, and money is concerned. An aircraft will be at his disposal, with 24-hours' notice. Tell him not to be frightened when he sees my wife in the flight deck. She is one of the best pilots in our fleet."

"Dycke, Harold, sign me up, because I am in. My mother told me I was going to meet people today, and I would help them change the world."

"I thought your mother had passed away."

"Yes she did; but I talk to her every day with my heart."

"I will have my lawyers draw up contracts for the three of us. Have your lawyers read them carefully. Make sure everything I said is in them, and you are protected. Harold and I have known each other for many years. We sealed our deal with a handshake. However, with the addition of a third party, we need an official document. My father will draw it up, and I will have it to you in a few weeks. I want both of you in South Carolina to sign it. We will have a press conference to tell the world what you are working on, and the timeframe for it. It will catch every other software company off guard, because no one will be working on it. It will catch both industries off guard, and they will scream bloody murder. I want this over with before the programs are completed. Your reputations will smooth the way for this to work. Let's kick some big countries, and company's asses. While we are at it, let's save the planet at the same time."

Celeste tapped Dycke on his shoulder and said, "Dycke, if you think I am going to let you monopolize these two geniuses, and what you have in the pipeline, I will make sure you cannot buy lead for your pencils. I helped put the president where he is now, and I am going to help put Clark in that seat next. We can do this my way, we can do this your way, or we can do with the easy way. Which shall it be?"

"Celeste, one day I am going to be richer than you are, and then I am going to be able to threaten you."

"Dear boy, why do you think I am not letting you monopolize the programs, Harold, and Patricia are going to design. Changing sulfur, and hydrocarbons into inert matter is a stroke of genius. You do know how many labs and computer experts I have working for me. If I put them onto this one task, I may be able to get ahead of you and patent it. However, I do not want to steal Harold's computers, which he does not hide very well between Callie's clothing. I want to play fair, only if you will play fair with me. I will fund half of the operation, you fund the other half, and we split your 50% in half, until it is paid off by these two. Do you agree?"

"Do I really have a choice, Celeste?"

"Of course you do, dear boy, but with one phone call, Harold's computers disappear."

"Celeste, you are some piece of work. I will have my father draw up the contracts. We will have a press conference in Charleston in a month, to let the world know what we're working on, and the timeframe for it."

"I knew you would be reasonable. Also, this keeps it outside your family business interests. You can sell your portion to me any time you want. It's going to be interesting to find out what kind of hardware we will have to build to put these programs to use. It would be a boom to the American economy to have it built in the United States."

Dycke said to everyone at the table, "If the election is close, we could always have Clark announce, late in the election process, that he made an agreement with us to have all the equipment, for the changes in the coal and automobile industries, manufactured in the United States. It will give him the entire Northeast, plus Ohio, Indiana, and Kentucky. A Republican cannot win the election, without those states."

Celeste laughed. "Dycke, you just called me 'a piece of work.' What should I call you for that piece of thievery?"

"Saving the country from another Boston 'TEA PARTY!'"

"I have to drink tea, I'm pregnant again."

"Does Philip ever stop getting you pregnant? Do you have a pact or something, 'One year on, One year off?"

"I have a dear friend, who said we were going to have five children. She told Philip, we would have four girls all with blonde hair, and green eyes. She has been correct so far. This one is supposed to be boy. I will not take a sonogram, because Philip will bribe the doctor to find out the sex of this baby, with everything he owns. It is driving him crazy. He can't go near my friend, Antonia, because she puts the screws to him better than a medieval torture device. When he sees her coming, he runs away. She is all of 5 feet tall and 103 pounds. If you ever have the pleasure of meeting her, don't ever call her short. She has not out 200-pound FBI agents, and my husband without any trouble. It got so bad, the Archbishop of Milan had to put restrictions on her behavior."

"God had to be called in to calm her down?"

"Her husband is 6'2" tall 220 pounds, and built like an Abrams tank. He bench- presses cars for fun. Before they got married, she used to beat the shit out of him regularly. She is now my financial advisor."

"I can see that, no company would dare disappoint her instructions on earnings and dividends."

"She also has a cutting sense of humor, you have to watch out for. You will never see it coming until it is too late."

"What you're saying is, 'If I don't visit Italy, I'm safe."

"Oh no, Dycke; when we make our announcement in South Carolina, I'm bringing her with me. We will all go out to dinner together afterwards. Payne will love her."

"I think I'm going to be sick."

"Good, I'm going to enjoy that evening even more. After all, I will be five months pregnant by then, someone has to throw up at the table."

"Celeste, first you rain on my parade, then you want some little person to stomp over my head."

"I am going to tell Antonia you called her 'a little person.' That should get her riled up for our visit to Charleston."

"How far and fast can she run?"

"She holds the record for the Malan marathon. You can look it up online, if you like."

"Have I told you lately that I hate you Celeste?"

"You know you don't hate me. You just want to be as rich as I am, so you can get even with me."

"If you keep putting in on my business ventures, how am I supposed to get as rich as you are?"

"You're not, that's why I keep butting in. You are smarter than Warren and three times younger. You and I are going to be friends for a very long time. If this system works as well as we think it will, we may see blue skies all over the world again, and our bankbooks will exceed some major countries."

"There are only so many yachts we can waterski behind."

"Yes, but look what we can do for all those impoverished countries that need our help. We can start here at home, and once we get the one and of six Americans that are living in poverty out of it, by changing the rules the Congress has forced them to live under, we can help the rest of the world, one country at a time."

Patty said, "My mother told me, before my wedding that this was the day to start changing the world, let's get to work."

*******

Clark Atwater never touched a check all during the event. Jim Green took care of that. Clark held intimate discussions with his well-heeled donors, espousing his views on the role of government in the private lives of its citizens, its role as the world's police force, problems with the nation's infrastructure, the federal deficit, social security, and many other problems facing the nation. He told them what was fixable, what was not, and why.

These people were not used to such frank discussions. They were used to politicians, who danced around the edges of problems, and promised to fix everything within the first 100 days of their administration. They paid their $5 million to hear this kind of discussion, and they were very pleased with it.

At the end of the day, Jim Green calculated the amount of money that was collected, and smiled. Every other Democrat would fall out of the race once Clark announced his intention to run. With this one event, he had garnered a war chest of $525 million. The closest Democratic competitor, the senator from Massachusetts had not yet reached the $200 million mark. He would fold like a house of cards. The Republicans were mired in a four-man battle, and not one of them had exceeded $100 million in their war chests.

Jim had to remind himself that this was the small event. The big event would take place in December, when Clark's niece got married. When corporations got wind of the amount of money raised today, they would open their checkbooks and start writing seven-figure checks with Clark's name on them. Since the Supreme Court said that corporations were people, they were no longer restricted to the amount of money they could give any one candidate. Corporations normally spent their money on the other party. With Clark's huge advantage, Jim knew, in his heart, this would change like the wind.

**************

Brad found the three of them seated together, eating, and laughing. He did not know whether to be relieved or worried. As he approached them, his grandmother said, "Bradley, have you eaten anything. The food is delicious, and Bonnie is delectable."

Under his breath, he said, "Oh shit, what have they done to her."

"Bonnie, would you like to dance?"

"I would love to." She put her plate on to her seat, took Brad's hand, and followed him to the dance floor.

He asked her, "How terrible has it been?"

"They are hysterical. They don't hold anything back, when it comes to you. They told me everything you did, during high school, college, and graduate school. Your mother told me about the gigolo thing. She told me what a wonderful job you did on Patricia's house, and you being an indentured servant. Your grandmother told me about taking your Corvette away. I know the size of your waist. The length of your inseam, your shirt size, and the color ties you like. I even know the type of chocolates you gave them for Valentine's Day. By the way, they don't like milk chocolate, they prefer dark chocolate."

Brad said, "Really, I never knew that, they never told me."

"Do you remember when I asked you about my address?"

"Yes."

"Your grandmother and mother do not need a computer, when it comes to you. They remember everything about you from the second you came out of your mother's womb, to the moment you took my hand, and asked me to dance. It is like they have a direct connection to your brain; you have never been able to pull the wool over their eyes, ever."

"I thought I was the cleverest kid in school, and my mother knew everything I did."

"They even know I was Thursday night."

"Oh no, that is embarrassing."

"If I am not embarrassed, why are you?"

"I wanted us to start out with a clean slate. I didn't want them to taint you with our past. I'm sorry about that Bonnie. First, they invade my privacy, and then they take you on a trip down memory lane, which could affect what you think of me."

"Brad, I was there in high school. I remember what you did, because I was one of your conquests. I did not need anyone to remind me. They did not distort my view of you. I know who and what you were, and you reinforced that yesterday. You also told me that you were trying to change. What more can any woman ask for. You didn't lie to me yesterday, and you are not lying to me now. I don't know how you feel about it, but I find it refreshing."

"Bonnie, did I tell you how beautiful you look today?"

"I believe you did, but you can say it over and over again, if you'd like."

"Bonnie, you look extraordinarily beautiful today."

Stephano and Patricia danced over to Brad and Bonnie. Stephano said, "I see you saved her from your mother."

"No, not really, they told her every one of my dirty little secrets, before I got there. I am trying to save our relationship now."

Patty said, "Brad, did you say relationship? Did I miss something in the last few days?"

"Patricia, this is Bonnie. We went to high school together, and reconnected on Thursday when I went with Stephano for a massage. We hit it off, and since neither of us are seeing each other, I told her what a bastard I was, until I met you two escapees from other planets. I told her if you two could learn to live together, I would like to find out if we could start a relationship together. Much to my surprise she said yes, probably because she has a double-barreled shotgun in her home."

Patricia laughed. "Bonnie, you are a girl after my own heart."

"It's not a double-barreled shotgun, Patty. It's a pump action shotgun. It carries five rounds in the stock, and one in the chamber. He will be a good boy."

"I have watched him change over the last six months. With five or six more years of training, I think he will be marriage material."

"Would you guys give me a break. You're beginning to sound like my mother."

"No Brad, your mother is planning an April wedding for us."

"Please tell me it's not true. Please tell me you're joking. Bonnie please look at me and tell me you're joking."

"I will quote what your mother said to me. ' My mother and I were both April brides. Wouldn't it be wonderful for you and Bradley to get married in the same month as we were.'"

"I am going to kill them both. That is the only way we are going to have a chance at a normal relationship."

Patty laughed at him. "Brad, just the thought of you and normal in the same sentence doesn't seem right. Let's go to the barn, and see what 'Timeless' thinks about this."

"You keep that god damn horse away from me and my car."

"Brad, I love horses; why don't you introduce me to her."

"Yes Brad, why don't you do that. We can't go with you, but it should be a very enlightening experience for Bonnie."

*******

The first thing Brad did, as they entered the barn, was grabbed a bucket and fill it with oats. Bonnie did not say a thing, as she followed him to 'Timeless' stall. She was lying down, resting, until she saw her two guests peering down at her. She got up, shook herself off, and went to see who was visiting her. She recognized Brad, but not the pretty woman with him. She bowed her head over the rail; stuck her muzzle near the woman's head, and sniffed her. The woman made a very good impression on her, when she scratched her behind her left ear.

Brad attached a lead to Timeless halter, opened the gate, and let her out. He put the bucket of oats on the J ring, and allowed her to eat to her heart's content. Of course, with any horse, what goes in one end, comes out the other.

"Oh shit."

Bonnie laughed. "That's exactly what it is, Brad."

"Really, that's one of my jobs. While I'm here, tuxedo or no, I have to clean up after them. I will be right back, I have to get the shit shovel."

Brad did his duty, cleaned himself off, and returned to Bonnie. She asked him if it was true that 'Timeless' did it to his car.

"This horse will do anything, Patricia tells her to do. They have a mental bond between them that is something to behold."

"Brad, did you design this barn? It looks like it's a bomb shelter for horses."

"It's a long story, but I will shorten it. The previous barn was a wooden structure that went up in flames. Patty risked her own life to get her horses out. That's how I met her; in the hospital, the next day. She wanted a barn that was fireproof, so nothing like that would ever happen to her horses again. I told her I would be back in a week with preliminary plans. She said she wanted it by dinner. I told her no one could do it that quickly. She asked me if I had Computer Assisted Design on my computer. I said yes. She took the computer from me, and designed this within a few hours. All I did was the electrical, plumbing, and other things that brought it to code. I should have learned at that point, never to bet with her, because she was brilliant. However, I was arrogant, and I was going to get between her thighs, before she knew what hit her."




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 21



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

This is a Novel

86. Fun and Games.

Fred and Sharon entered the bedroom finding the four girls by the headboard with pillows behind their back. Before Fred could reprimand them, Sharon asked, "Why aren't you in the appropriate position?"

Sandy replied, "We have decided, as a group, that we are going on strike. Daddy is not being fair. When we get punished, it is always in public with the rest of the family watching. You have earned punishment, and he is going to punish you in private. We have determined that that is a breach of protocol, and his rules. If he can break his own rules, so can we. We refused to be punished in public, if he does not punish you in public. It is the only fair thing to do."

Fred said to Sharon, "I think you should demand a jury trial. I will be your defense attorney. Sandy will be the prosecuting attorney. Cindy will be the judge, because she is the smarter of the two eldest twins. Danni and Debbie will be the jury. Does that sound fair ladies?"

The girls went into conference, as Sharon said, "Are you out of your mind? They have already determined my guilt and want me punished in public."

Fred took her into the hallway and said, "Babe, who did they put on trial?"

"Me, they want to see me punished in public."

"Whose rules did they say were broken?"

Sharon thought for a second, smiled, kissed Fred, and said, "You are absolutely evil."

"I know, but it is so much fun to put my daughters in their place. Remember, not only am I going to spank your ass in private, I am going to fuck you there afterwards. That is the price of an excellent attorney defending you."

"As I said, Fred, you are evil."

He kissed her again and said, "I guess it is in my genes."

Fred and Sharon walked back into their bedroom, and Sharon sat down in her chair, as Fred said, "Your Honor, the defense is ready for trial."

Sandy got off the bed, stood a few feet to the right of Fred. "Your honor, the prosecution is ready for trial."

"Call your first witness."

"The prosecution calls, Sharon Williams."

Fred replied, "Your Honor, the prosecution has no right to call the defendant to the stand."

Sandy said, "Your Honor, that's not fair. She is the subject of this trial."

Cindy laughed. "You are the smarter sister. You should have thought of that before you went to trial. The defense's motion is granted; you cannot call the defendant to the stand."

"Your honor, the prosecution calls Debbie Williams."

"I object judge. The prosecution cannot call a member of the jury to testify."

Sandy screamed, "Your honor, the defense attorney is leaving me, no one to call to testify against my mother."

Fred said, "Your honor, I object. The prosecution has no right to refer to the defendant as anything but the defendant or by her proper name."

"Dad, stop it."

"Your honor, I object."

"Mister Defense Attorney, you can stop objecting, motion is granted. Miss Prosecutor, for the smarter sister, you are doing terribly as an attorney."

"Your honor, we will see on Tuesday."

"Your Honor, I seek a motion to dismiss, and an additional punishment for the leaders of this rebellion by one."

"Counselor, motion is granted. This case is dismissed."

Sandy looked at her father, and said, "You never gave me a chance to present a case against mom."

"Baby, think about it for a moment. Did you ever have a case against your mother? What did she do wrong? What rule did she break? I could have come at you multiple ways, but this one was the easiest, and you never saw it coming. I took all of your witnesses away, and all you saw was a stacked deck. You saw your mother being found guilty, because I didn't stand a chance to sway the jury. Am I correct?"

"As always dad, you are correct."

"Do you know the old saying, 'If it looks like a duck, and it walks like a duck, and it quacks like a duck, it's a duck.' The same thing goes in the courtroom. If it looks like a set up, it's a set up. If it's too good to be true, look around you, on top of you, underneath you, and around you, because someone is going to slip a knife between your ribs, and kill you. As sure as the day is long; someone has a trick up their sleeve, and is waiting to spring it on you. I just pulled the easiest one on you, and you will never, ever forget it.' When you take debate, this lesson will serve you well."

"I didn't know I was taking debate."

"Surprise, and so is your smarter sister."

"We will see about that Tuesday, won't we?"

"I hope my hand heals by then. Your mother tells me you transgressed on parental rights. That is an automatic spanking."

"F..." She slapped her hand over her mouth before the words came out.

Fred kissed her on the head. "Good girl."

"Sharon, which two do you want, and remember, if you go easy on them, you're punishment gets doubled."

"Where is that rule written down?"

"Where all the other rules are, and that one is for you, because you know what is going to happen afterwards."

"Fred, I hate you, and every woman who wore a bikini in that elevator."

Danni asked, "Dad, can we hear that story?"

"I will tell it, while I am spanking you. Then you will know why I am addicted to your asses. Eyes front people, and asses off the bed. Remember Sharon; 10 smacks each, and then repeat. If their behinds are not red, you will remember this night for a very long time."

"Fred, I can't say what I want to say, but look into my eyes, and they will say it all."

"If your eyes are going to say it, darling, and I can read it in them that is an infringement of the rules. You can add one more spanking to your list. Do you really want me to do that to you?"

"I love you, Fred; I really, really, love you."

Sandy said, "Mom, you are a pussy, and I'll take an extra 10 for saying it."

"You little bitch; I'm going to hit you harder than your smarter sister."

"Sharon, you just earned yourself a third spanking for speaking inappropriately to an impressionable young woman."

Sharon was furious. "Fuck off, Fred."

"I don't believe anyone ever got to four. I wonder what your delicate derrière will look like, by the time I finish with you."

"Mister Hastings, go to hell."

"That is close, but not an infringement. Let's start on the girls; I want to finish with you, before midnight. Tomorrow we go to the gym; it will be interesting to watch you do sit-ups."

Sharon started with Sandy, and repeated with every stroke, "So I'm a pussy, am I?

Sandy started out laughing at her mother's ire. She was playing with her clit all during her punishment, and when her mother hit 10, she said, "More, please mom more, I'm almost there."

Sharon continued with the next set of 10, and Sandy exploded into orgasm when her mother hit 16. Sandy never felt the last four, as her mind floated above the clouds.

Cindy was way ahead of her sister, when Sharon started on her. She did not have an earthshaking orgasm by the fourth strike on her upturned ass, but it was enough to dull the pain. As she returned to the real world her ass was burning. She shoved three fingers into her pussy, and began fucking herself with them.

Sharon was not immune to the smell of her daughters' arousals, and her fluids were dripping past the edge of her shorts. She was a highly sexual being to begin with, and her daughters' aromas were sending her over the edge.

Fred had finished with his twins and watched as his fiancée struggled with her emotions. He walked behind her as she continued to swat Cindy's rear. At 19, Cindy screamed in orgasm, Sharon barely had the strength, or the will to hit her the 20th time, but she did. 

As she lowered her hands, Fred pinched both of Sharon's nipples. She screamed in pain, ascended into orgasm, and collapsed into his arms, as she flooded her panties, shorts, and thighs with her essence.

Fred scolded both girls, as they rubbed their behinds. "Look what you've done to your mother. You couldn't keep your hands to yourself, and because you became sexually aroused you pushed your mother over the edge. What do you intend to do about it to make amends?"

Cindy and Sandy saw the evil glint in their father's eyes. "Dad, if you help us undress her, and put her on the bed, we will make it up to her."

"I think that is very nice of you, but I think you will need help. Danni, Debbie, would you like to help your sisters?"

"We will do anything to help mom, you know that dad."

"I think we will try something new on your mother tonight. Let's undress her, and get her on the bed. You may start, and I will take care of the rest."

********

Fred went into his closet, and opened a small box he had purchased from an online source. He inserted the alkaline batteries into a clam shaped object, put it inside a condom, and extended the thin gray wire. He put batteries into the remote controller, and tested the object from its lowest setting to the highest. He knew this would drive Sharon wild. Later, when he used it on the other four females in his household, they would think they died and gone to heaven.

Sharon was unconscious when he returned to the bed and inserted the object deep into her vagina. 

The girls were playing with every part of her body, when her eyes started to flutter open. Danni was kissing her mother's lips and said, "Hi, how are you feeling?"

"I am never spanking, those two again. They smelled so good; they sent me to the stars."

"No mom, you were close to the stars, but it was dad, who ignited the flame that sent you there. He knew exactly what you needed, and when you needed it."

Cindy bit her mom's clit, and Sharon moaned. "Was that good mom? If it was, watch this."

Fred turned the controller on to number one, and Sharon's eyes popped open. "Cindy, where did you learn that?"

"Sandy and I needed to relax after an exam, and we were playing. I didn't know what I was doing, but she said she liked it. Would you like me to go faster?"

"Yes, please, go faster."

Fred skipped two, and went to three on the controller. Sharon gasped. Her hips started to roll, as she climbed towards an orgasm of intense portions.

"Mom, if you want me to continue you have to control yourself, or I will lose my position."

"Sandy, lay across my stomach, try to keep me still. I don't want to lose your sister's tongue."

Sandy almost lost her composure and laughed. Almost; until she looked at her father's face, and regained it immediately. Once Sharon's hips were stilled, Fred went to five, and Sharon screamed, "Oh my God," as she came, squirted, and flooded Cindy's face with her juices. She put her head on her pillow, and tried to rest. 

However, Cindy's tongue continued working on her. 

Sharon saw the top of her second daughters' head as Danni, and Debbie cleaned her face with their tongues. Her gray matter coalesced for a second, and everything pointed to that evil genius of hers. She screamed, "Fred, you are dead man."

Innocently, he said, as his hand prepared to move the dial to number nine, "Who me?"

Sharon never knew what hit her. Orgasm after orgasm pulsed through her body. Her hips threw Sandy onto the floor. After 15 seconds, Fred turned the mechanism off. He told the girls to run a warm bath, halfway up the tub for their mother, and go to their rooms. He would be with them, within the hour, to keep his promise."

He removed the object from inside Sharon's body, threw the condom away, returned it to the box, and placed it by his shoes in the closet. He went to the bed, picked up his beloved, brought her to the bath, and slipped in with her in his arms.

He washed what he could reach, tenderly, and let her sleep against his chest, until the water began to chill. When she refused to wake up, he began dripping it onto her forehead. 

Her hand began brushing the water away, like an annoying fly. As the amount of water became heavier and more frequent, she said, "How can I possibly marry someone as evil as you?"

"Honey, you have to admit, life with me will never be boring."

"Boring hell, you nearly killed me."

"I can see it now, when they have me on trial for first-degree murder, with an all-woman jury, between the ages of 20 and 45. The coroner will read the transcript of his report, and tell them the cause of death. "DEATH BY MULTIPLE INDUCED PENILE ORGASM." There will not be a dry panty in the box. I'm sorry, I mean the jury box."

"Fred, can I write your friends a letter, thanking them for imprisoning you, until we met? It was the happiest day of my life."

"Sharon, we are never to talk about that time in my life; ever. Forget it ever existed. One slip, and the wrong person hears it, we are all dead; not only you and I, but our girls also. I am trying to protect all of us from harm; never mentioned it again, not even in jest."

"I'm sorry, Fred, I won't do it again. I realize how dangerous it is for all of us."

"Let me put you to bed. I have promises to keep, and only tonight to keep them. Your backside is safe from me for a while. Your girls have saved you again."

"I can't believe I came because I spanked my baby's. They smelled so delicious, I could eat them up."

"They smell like their mother, and I cannot eat them enough. It is a curse I will have to bear, until they get married and move away."

"Don't count on that, Fred. When they come to visit, you are going to be dick deep in them, before they close the front door. That's how much they love you."

"The feeling is returned 1000 fold, Sharon. I would give my life willingly to save any one of them."

"Let's not go there, again, Fred. You did that once already, and that is enough. You broke our hearts, and if you died, none of us would have recovered."

"I know that, baby, but I could not allow them to kill your uncle. He is too important to me, and to this country. If I died, my secret would have died with me. No one would have been the wiser. Clark and Julia would have taken care of you and the girls forever. Don't get me wrong, I am very happy I am alive. I am ecstatic to have you and the girls in my life. I am overjoyed that I am not under the thumb of those men anymore. It is a secret you and I must protect."

"Are you two ever getting out of there? There are four pretty young women out here, waiting to be eaten for dessert."

"Sandy, if I remember correctly, and I always do, I only promised to eat two gorgeous young women for dessert, not four."

"Dad, Debbie, and I haven't been eaten for dessert all week; we are as horny as hell."

"Okay, let me put your mother to bed, and I will take care of all four of you. However, I want you to draw lots to see who is going first through last. I don't want any arguments, or cheating. Do we understand each other?"

There was a chorus of 'Yes Dad's, as the girls returned to Sandy's room.

Cindy could be heard saying, "It's better than being second to Sandy, all the time."

"Get used to it, Cindy; Tuesday, your ass is mine."

"In your dreams girly; I did all three extra credit questions, and I know I aced them all."

"Three, I only saw two. Where was the third one?"

"For someone who says she is the smarter sister, maybe you should scroll down to the bottom of the page, where it says, 'Over', and you would have found the third question."

"Shit! The extra credit questions don't count towards the test anyhow. They go into a separate category."

"Like hell they do. They are all part of the same test."

*****

He got out of the tub first, grabbed his white terry robe, and as she stood on the fluffy mat, he put her arms in its sleeves; and enfolded her in his robe. She looked like a dwarf in giants clothing. The arms were 6 inches too long, and so much of its length was gathered around her feet, if she tried to walk, she would stumble.

Fred rubbed his hands up and down her body, drying off the excess moisture. She warmed up immediately. He picked her up and carried her to their bed. Before he sat her down, he asked her if she wanted his robe left on or taken off.

She opted for him to take it off, which left her naked. She slid underneath the blankets, as he kissed her good night. He told her he would be back as soon as he could.

"Make sure my babies have fun."

"How about me, Sharon, don't you want me to have fun?"

"Fred, I have never seen a man have more fun, in more ways, than you."

"That's because I met you, and fell deeply and passionately in love"

********

"Ladies, while I was in the bathroom, did I hear some foul and offensive language coming from this room."

"Dad, I think you should have your hearing checked. Cindy and I were discussing Thursday's exam."

"That's good; I would have hated to start counting out misdemeanors on the same night, we meted out justice for the last two weeks of offensive language."

"Us too dad, we also decided to draw lots with you here, so you know there was no cheating involved."

Fred looked at the four pieces of paper, threw them into a baseball hat, held it above each girls head, and had them pick one out. He started from the youngest and went to the oldest."

As unlikely as it seemed, each girl picked a number in the order of her birth: Sandy, Cindy, Debbie, and Danni.

"Danni turned red, and went ballistic. " This is F..." Her sister's tackled her to the ground, covered her mouth, and tried to calm her down before she received a 'Felony Charge.' Depending on the severity of the charges, the punishment ranged from a one to three month suspension of all privileges: House arrest, loss of allowance, computer time, and phone privileges. Corporal punishment was also included, but that also depended on the severity of the crime.

Sandy asked her if she was under control, before she let go of her mouth.

Danni responded, "Ybbm Ifknk fgst anhl thmhe?"

"Because you are the youngest, and the youngest gets screwed every time. If you don't calm down, I am going to take my hand off your mouth, and have daddy start counting. Do you want me to do that?"

"Naha."

Are you sure?"

"Yetgh."

Carefully, Sandy withdrew her hand from Danni's mouth. As she got to her feet all appeared to be well, until she stormed out of the room; mad as a hatter, and had steam coming out of her ears.

"Let her go, Sandy, I will talk with her later."

Three of his desserts had huge smiles on their faces, when he left the room. The lower halves of their bodies were in desperate need of a shower, and in order to conserve water, they decided to take one together. 

He went in search of his prodigal daughter. He found her lying down in her closet, with pillows around her ears, crying. She did not want to hear the screams of joy and passion that were coming out of the mouths of her sisters. He sat down near her, and tapped her on her shoulder. It startled her, until she saw it was her father. She climbed up on his lap, and cried heavier.

"Dad, why am I such a bitch?"

"Danni, look at me. Listen and learn from what I have to say.

1. Your mother was raped when she was 15 years old. That is a very bad way to start a young life. Your older sisters were born nine months later. You and your sister were born one year later. The only reason the four of you are anywhere near normal, is because your mother protected you from an abusive husband and father, at the cost of nearly her own life, and her safety. To say that the five of you amaze me every day that I am privileged to know you is a vast understatement.

2. You, your sisters, and your mother met me under the vilest circumstances imaginable. Your father owed money to the wrong people. Instead of the five of you telling them to 'chop him apart, and feed him to the pigs', because of what he did to you, you offered your body's to a man you didn't know. It could have been the worst thing that ever happened to you. Fortunately for all of us, we met, and the rest is history.




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 21



3. Now here is the most important part for you to understand; 'Why you think you are a bitch.' There is a very simple answer to that question, 'You are your mother's daughter.'"

"What; that's it? I am a bitch, because I am my mother's daughter?"

"If you don't believe me, ask her before we go to the gym in the morning. She will not lie to you. She will tell you upfront, that she is a bitch. Don't ever cross her, because she will take your head off before you realize you did something wrong. She has told me many stories about your father. How he threatened to fuck the four of you, when you were in your early teens. When she finished with him, he left the house, in fear of his life. No one ever messes with that woman's children.

"Holy Shit dad, I never knew about that. I never saw her stand up to him. I only saw her being beaten by him. He was always punishing her for one reason or another."

"He was punishing her for something the four of you did. She would not let him touch any of you."

"You do know how to make a girl feel awful about her behavior, dad."

"That's not why I'm here sweetheart. I'm only here to help you grow up. I told your mother that you needed help in that area. I also told her that I might hold you back one year before I let you go to college. You are old enough to go, but I'm not sure if you are mentally ready for it. I may keep you with your mother and me, as we do the presidential campaign for your uncle. It will give you a chance to travel, meet different types of people, and get out of that rabbit hole your father put you in."

"Debbie will have a fit. We had never been away from one another. She will not be able to sleep, and neither will I."

"I didn't think about that, I will have to discuss it with your mother, and with Debbie. If I put you into college, I fear that you will sink to the bottom of the pond, because you're not ready for that experience, yet. Look at what your older sisters went through. You could not have handled that situation. You need a steadying hand, and Debbie is too young to give it to you. Your sisters will be there, but they have their own lives to live. They can't stop everything to babysit you. They would, just to protect you, but I will not allow that happen. We will talk more about this as this school year comes to an end. Now, I have room for one more dessert. Would you like me to eat it?"

"Can I have a rain check, dad. You have given me a lot to think about, and I have a few people I have to apologize to."

"Danni, you have no idea how proud of you I am. I would have been disappointed if you didn't choose your sisters over sex. I would have done what you asked, and made you very happy, but I would have been very disappointed in you."

"The four of us have already discussed this, dad. My sisters, my mother, and you will always come first. Everybody else is secondary. Boyfriends and husbands will mean nothing to us. This family and our children will always mean everything to us. We will do anything to keep it happy, together, and safe."

"What did I ever do to deserve the five of you? Go to your sisters; anytime you want me to deliver on that rain check, I will make myself available to you." He kissed Danni on her head, and spanked her on her rump, as she got off his lap, and started to crawl out of the closet.

"Ow, what was that for?"

"How many times do I have to ask you, not to shake that pretty thing in my face, when it's naked?"

"Dad, I think you would go a mile out of your way to spank a naked ass."

"So far, 10 miles has been my limit."

"You are just awful."

87. Everything Collapses

He smiled as she left the closet, knowing she was happy again. He had given her a lot to think about, but it was only the middle of October, and August was a long way away. He got up, returned to his bedroom, and joined his fiancée in their bed.

Sharon was sleeping peacefully, when she felt him slide in behind her. It wasn't him she minded sliding in with her; she felt 'IT' settle between the cheeks of her ass. "Didn't that damn thing ever go down?" She remained as still as possible, until Fred whispered in her ear, "Dear, you can't fool me. You stiffened as soon as you felt my dick touch your skin. That wasn't a very nice way to greet your best friend, and your lover. What shall I do to punish you? Shall I give you the spanking you earned, so I can enjoy watching you do sit-ups tomorrow morning? Should I put you on the treadmill, and watch you run 5 miles; naked, and in your bare feet? Or should I get out the clamshell, insert it in your ass, put it on the number nine, and let it stay on until the batteries run out? What do you think you deserve for such an obvious display of disrespect for your future husband." 

Sharon turned towards him and in a rather derisive tone of voice said, "Why don't you just fuck me in the ass, and get it over with."

Fred was hurt to his very core, and she knew it by the look on his face. He had been joking with her, and she came back with a knife to his heart. 

"Good night Sharon, sleep well," grabbed his robe, left the room, closing the door behind him. He headed for the den, but changed his mind. He went into his office, locked the door, and sat behind his desk. He didn't have much work to do, but he started doing it. His fury did not go away. He needed an escape mechanism, and work was it. Clark had to put him back in the office, or he would go out of his mind. He didn't know if it was the discussion they had about his former employers, but he had to get away from her. He would cancel the wedding, and get away from her permanently. 

This was not the way he pictured his life. He would support the girls. He would protect them with every fiber of his being; but for Sharon to turn against him like this, for no reason at all, tore his ordered mind to shreds. He decided to leave very early in the morning, before the girls woke up. He couldn't bear to face them.

Sharon sat in bed, with her knees to her chest crying. 'What the hell did she just do, and why did she do it? Why did she turn on him, like that? He wouldn't have done any of those things to her, and she knew it. All she would have had to say was, "Please Fred, let it go for tonight. I am tired, and I need to rest." He would have acquiesced, without a second thought. Instead, she turned on him, like she did her first husband when she had her period, and ripped his heart out. Was she out of her fucking mind? Could she save their relationship? He gave her the dream of every woman; a stable, loving relationship, protection for her and her girls, and a fulfilling sex life. She had never dreamed this was possible. Now, she was ill prepared to ask him to take her back. She had lost the only person she ever trusted and cared for. She needed help, and there were only two women in her life that could help her: Aunt Julia, and Dolores Free. She chose Dolores, because she already used the tactic her Aunt Julia would advise her to use, and she lost her man because of it.

Michael and Dolores would kill her for calling this early in the morning. This was an emergency, it was 1:30 A.M., and both Michael and Dolores would kill her and she needed help desperately.

******

Michael answered the phone, "Free."

"Michael, this is Sharon Williams, I'm sorry to call you at this ungodly hour, but I am in trouble. I need to speak to Dolores. I fucked up big time, and I think Fred will leave me because of it."

"Did he find you with another man?"

"I could never do anything like that to him, Michael. Could I speak to Dolores, please?"

"She's on her way downstairs, to her office. She will pick up her phone in a moment. Hang tight Sharon, there is always hope to salvage any situation."

Dolores picked up the phone. "I have it Michael. Sharon, what happened between you two? Tell me slowly, and tell me everything from your point of view."

"That's the problem Dolores, he didn't do anything wrong. I overreacted shamefully, and I hurt him more than the bullets did. I didn't realize how fragile he was. I cut his heart out. I lost him tonight, I know I did. I saw it in his face, when he said good night, and left the bedroom."

"Did you go after him, and apologize?"

"No, I was frozen to the spot of my insanity. I didn't know what to do, or what to say. What am I going to tell my girls in the morning? They are going to hate me, when I tell them I lost Fred, and why. He has been their rock. He has been their reason for doing well in school, and growing into independent young women. Sandy and Cindy could never have done what they did at school without his help and guidance. What am I going to do for them? How is Fred going to treat them? Will he be able to survive this?"

"Sharon, you still didn't tell me what you did."

Sharon related the entire story, and cried while she did it. When she finished Dolores said, "That's it; that's everything that happened between you two?"

"I lost him, isn't that enough?"

"I should take you both out behind a barn, and beat the shit out of you."

"You have to remember Dolores, with his brain injury; he might not have been ready for my tone of voice, or for such a rejection. He is always funny, never serious. I don't know if he has that in him anymore."

"You have a valid point, Sharon. Let me come over to your house, and see if I can defuse this situation, before it gets out of hand."

"Thank you Dolores, I will have all the lights on."

Dolores arrived just before 3 A.M., to a hysterical Sharon, and four young women, who had been woken up by her crying.

Cindy asked her mother, "What's going on mom? Why is Mrs. Free here?"

Dolores answered for Sharon. "Girls sit down; I want to talk with you. I don't want you to get up, even when I'm finished. I have work to do, and I don't want to be disturbed. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mrs. Free."

"Your mother, accidentally insulted Fred. There is a possibility he may leave."

The girls screamed, "No, Dad can't leave; we need him too much."

Sharon was already hysterical, but hearing her daughters' plea, she broke down completely.

"Girls that is why I'm here. I am going to try to salvage the situation. What your mother did was terrible, but not so terrible that Fred should want to abandon the relationship he has with the five of you. Your relationship is stronger than the argument that took place. Where would he be at this hour of the morning?"

"If he's not sleeping in the den, he's in his office working."

"You four come with me."

He wasn't in the den, so they headed for his office. When they got to Fred's office door, Dolores said, "Bang, kick on the door, and yell, let us in, or we will knock it down, until you open this door. When he does, say hi dad, go back to your mother, and try to help her. I will talk with your father."

Initially, Fred ignored them, but as their language turned racier, he started laughing. He yelled out, "That's two, Debbie."

"It can't be two, if you're not in there."

Finally Fred acquiesced. He opened the door, and his girls said, "Hi dad," as Dolores Free, brushed by him, into his office.

Fred frowned at his group of traitors. "I will get you for this."

Sandy said, "You would have to be here to do that."

"Bitches."

Danni yelled with glee, "That's one dad."

Fred closed the door, locked it, and asked Dolores, "What can I do for you, Dolores."

"Fred, don't you think the question should be, "What can I do for you?"

"Why would you ask me that question? I didn't do anything wrong. I was playing a game with my intended; and for no reason at all she decided to rip my head off and my heart out. I acted appropriately. I wished her a good night. I did not accost her. I did not strike her, as her former husband did. I was a perfect gentleman. She no longer wishes my company; so I will be leaving in the morning."

"What about the girls?"

"I will always support my girls. I will always be around them. Whatever needs they have; I will take care of them. I love them as if they were my own."

"What if Sharon gets a restraining order?"

"It will be up to each girl, individually. They are over 18 years old, therefore they are adults. If they want me in their lives, all they have to do is say so. If the opposite is true, I will have to live with their decision."

"Do you realize how much Sharon loves you, and how much she regrets the mistake she made tonight?"

"I always thought she loved me. She always acted like she did, until tonight. I don't know what has changed between us. She never came down to say she was sorry. She knew where I was. She never knocked on the door. I never heard a word from her."

"She saw the look in your eyes, and on your face, when you left the bedroom. She thought she had lost you. She cried, not knowing what to do. She was trapped inside herself thinking about her first husband. She did not know how to deal with it. Finally, she had the courage to call me. It took everything she had in her to do it. She was making so much noise, she woke up the girls. When I walked in, she was at the table with them, but was not able to tell them why she was crying. When I did, the girls screamed they needed you, and she broke down."

"What would you like me to do Dolores? Go to her and apologize for something I didn't do. I gave her everything I had to give. I gave her my soul and my heart. I took care of her children, and treated them with the respect, and dignity they deserved. They could have wound up with lives like their mother, but both they and I got lucky. What would you like me to do? What would you have me say to her to make this go away? How do you repair a broken heart for the second time? I nearly gave my life away to save her uncle. Do I give it away again to save her?"

Dolores thought for a second. "Let's take these questions one at a time Fred. 

What I would like you to do; 'Nothing,' because I don't count. Only Sharon, the girls, and you count. 

Do I want you to apologize? No, because you did not do anything wrong; unless you teased her a little too much; and she was a little too tired at the end of a very long day, and she snapped at you. 

Next, every man, who is truly in love, is supposed to give the love of his life, his heart, and soul, without reservation. You gave Sharon your heart and soul. 

She also gave you her heart and soul. Earlier this morning, she made a mistake. Are you willing to throw her heart and soul away because she made one mistake? 

In reference to her children; any man worth his salt would take care of those girls, and protect them, after learning what they had been through. 

You ask me again; 'What would I have you do?' My answer remains the same. 'Nothing,' I don't count. The only people that count are Sharon, Sandy, Cindy, Debbie, Danni, and Fred. What would you like to do for them?

"Your next question is an easy one. It is so easy; it should be at the tip of your tongue. Do you know what it is?"

"Yes."

"Why don't you enlighten me?"

"My children go around the house saying, "God I hate lawyers" because I trap them into finding answers on their own. Now I walk into a trap made for me by a doctor. The question is, "Sharon, do you love me?"

"Give that man an A+ on his exam paper." 

You asked me, "How do you mend a broken heart?" Do you want to take a guess at this one, or do you want me to answer it for you. I'll give you a hint. It is two words, and both of them start with T."

"Time and what else Doctor's?"

"Trust. Do you trust Sharon? Do you think she would ever betray you?"

"No Dolores, I don't think she would ever betray me. Both of us have too much to lose."

"That is a very interesting answer. I don't think I want to go there."

"Your final question was, 'Do I give my heart away again to save her?" 

"I'm sorry Fred, but your time is up for this today's session. You will have to mull that question over in your heart, and head, until we meet again. Give me a call if you need me, but please make it during regular business hours. I don't want to charge you triple for another house call. Some of my patients are going to be talking to a very bleary-eyed Doctor today."

"Thank you Dolores, it has been an eye-opening experience. If you need any legal help, you know who to call. I will only charge you double."

"Thank you Fred, take care of your girls. I take it they are a handful."

"Wait until I take those traitors to the gym, later. Their trainer is going to have a field day with them."

After showing Dolores out, he walked into the kitchen to five pair of probing eyes. He said, "You four, get in my office now."

General mumbling could be heard, "We are going to get it now for letting Mrs. Free into his office."

Fred said, "No good deed goes unpunished."

"Thanks dad, I will remember that."

He looked at Sharon, whose hair was a mess, her face was ghostlike, and her eyes were bloodshot. In a harsh tone, he said, 'Madam, you come with me.' 

She stood up and followed him, until they reached the stairway. He scooped her up into his arms and said, "Miss Williams, you look like hell. I think will skip the gym this morning so you can get some rest." He kissed her nose, and then her lips. He carried her up the stairs, and into their room. He took off her robe, and lay her down on their bed. He kissed her again, and said, "Go to sleep. I promise I will be here when you wake up. We will talk then. Sleep well, my love."

She didn't say a word. She smiled, closed her eyes, and was asleep by the time her eyelids hit each other." 

Now he had one more item to take care of before he could rest, and join her. He thought this should be fun. He undressed, and walked into his office, naked. He looked at his girls, and snarled, "Who is first?"

Sandy asked, "Who is first for what dad?"

"I committed a misdemeanor, and someone yelled, "That's one, dad. I am here to pay up."

Danni smiled and yelled with glee, "That was me, dad. I go first."

Debbie asked, "How are we going to divide 4 into 10."

"I'm going first, so I'm getting 3. I don't care about the rest of you. Bend over, dad; I'm starting your punishment, now."

"If you think I am going to stay bent over, while you girls squabble over who is going to hit me how many times, you are insane. Figure it out first, and then I will bend over. You have two minutes before I leave."

The girls barely made it, under the time limit.

Danni reared back and hit her father's ass as hard as she could.

A few seconds afterwards, Fred said, "Danni, you can start hitting me, whenever you're ready."

She reared back again, and gave it everything she had. The sound reverberated in the room. Her hand hurt when she pulled it away from Fred's ass.

"Danni, start already, my back is beginning to hurt.

Fred was pissing her off. She looked around his office and picked up his 'Squash' racket. She moved behind him, as he taunted her again. 

"Danni, are you ever going to hit me? If not, let Debbie have her turn, and you can go last, as you always do. Now at least you will know why your sisters put you at the end of the line."

"I'm sorry I'm boring you, Dad. I hope you are ready, because here it comes." 

He watched her, in the glass of his bookcase, as she took a mighty, two-handed, backswing. As she started her forward motion, he took a step forward, and tucked in his hips. 

The racket missed his ass by millimeters, but the centrifugal force pulled Danni around, and she fell on her ass, screaming invectives at her father for cheating.

Fred picked up the racket, smiled at his youngest daughter, and asked, "Danni, what is this?"

"It's a 'Squash' racket."

"What were you supposed to hit me with?"

"My hand."

"You cheated?"

"So did you."

"No, I protected myself from a cheater. One misdemeanor, my tiny daughter; and learn how to control your mouth, so it does not become two. Actually, it should be more than a dozen, because of your initial outburst when you missed me. I have forgiven you for that crime, but you must learn from your errors. Don't do this again; or maybe I will use this on you."




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 21



"Thank you dad, I love you."

"I love too munchkin."

They continued through their ranks, before it finally dawned on them they were not strong enough to inflict any harm on their father. They would have to devise another method for getting even, with this evil genius.

"Kids, go to sleep, we are skipping the gym this morning. You had a long, rough night, and a little extra sleep will do everyone good."

Cindy said, jokingly, "Darn, I was really looking forward to working up a good sweat, and seeing Jimmy in his tight, red, leotards."

"Okay, Cindy, I'll get up early, just for you. I'll drop you off at the gym, and sign you in for a double session. I'll come home, catch some shuteye, and I'll pick you up at 1 o'clock."

She choked. "Dad, I couldn't possibly do that to you. You must be exhausted, both mentally and physically. Mom and you need to talk. It wouldn't be fair, to either of you, for me to take up any of your precious time."

"Cindy, that's what parents do. They put their children's needs before their own. It happens to them, when they see their child born."

"Dad you weren't there when I was born."

"True, but Cindy I learned to lie before you were born. I am much better at it than you are. That's one misdemeanor, young lady."

"Oh Fungus."

Fred laughed at her altered speech.

"Girls, I have one more thing to say before I join your mother. The four of you walk around the house saying, 'I hate lawyers' because I trap you into doing or saying something, without you realizing it. You are not the only ones that do it. I walked into a trap earlier this evening, set by Doctor Free. I walked into it, just like you walk into one of mine. I had my eyes wide open, and never saw it coming. I told her exactly what you do. 'I hate doctors.' She laughed, because she knew she got her message through my thick skull, and into my brain. That was all that was important, and I hope, when it happens to you; you get the same feeling I did."

Sandy said, "Dad, your oldest and smartest daughter guarantees you, when we talk about these little landmines of yours, not only do we laugh about them, we talk about them, and we figure out what we were supposed to learn from them. Eventually, your message gets through to all of us, and we are smarter for it."

"Don't worry about the landmines ladies; soon you will be older than I am, and you will be planting them for me, instead of me planting them for you."

Cindy jumped in with both feet. "I can't wait for that day to come."

Sandy shook her head and looked at Fred. "Dad, are you sure she is smarter than I am?"

He smiled. "She does have some questionable moments, doesn't she? That strawberry ice cream must have been very good."

"Dad, it was the best ever."

"Everyone go to bed; I don't want to hear any mice roaming around this house, until after 12 PM. I love you all, sleep tight.

88. One Little, Two Little, Three Little...

Monday, October 18, 6:30 AM

"Sergeant, if you want to be in the O.R. with her, you have to leave right now and get scrubbed in."

Cassandra looked him right in the eye and said, "What do you mean 'If' he wants to be in there. He is going to be in there, if he wants to see his children tonight. Right dear?"

Sergeant looked around the pre-op area for moral support, but everyone looking back at him was a woman. Nurses, aides, support staff, patients, even the doctors were women. As they looked at him, they made him feel tinier and tinier by the second.

Doctor Linda Childs said, "Well Cassandra, it's not the first time I've seen a man wimp out on observing a C-section, and it will probably not be my last."

"Get me a lawyer before you put me under the anesthesia, if he is not going to be in the room with me, I want a divorce. That son of a bitch got me pregnant; the least he could do is see me through it."

"Cassandra, stop it; I wouldn't be anyplace else but with you this morning."

"Then go get changed, they are almost ready to take me in to the O.R."

"Believe me, honey; you are not going to move from this spot for another 10 minutes, or more. The anesthesiologist has not seen you yet. I don't think he's in the building yet."

"Is he right Linda, is the anesthesiologist late?"

"Technically, he's not late. He has to be here by 6:55 A.M. and he always plays it right down to the wire. He knows we can't start without him, although we did start Susan's operation, before he got here. He trains his nurses extremely well, and they did a super job, keeping her alive, until he got here."

"So that's why this bear of mine knows I'm not going to move for a while."

"Susan and he have been tied at the hip for 40 years. If one of them has a boil on their ass, the other one goes to the doctor to have it lanced."

"Isn't that the truth?"

*********

"Okay, let's get this show on the road, he's here, and so is the anesthesiologist."

Sergeant walked over to them, dressed from toe to neck in green. "Very funny, Linda. Do they give you extra classes at medical school to do standup for your patients on their way to have their stomachs opened?"

"I'm not opening her stomach. I'm opening her abdomen and taking out those four tiny gorillas she keeps complaining about. I will see you in a little while, I have to go scrub in, and put my makeup on. I must look pretty for the cameras."

"Fuck you, Linda."

"Cassandra, such intemperate language. I think I'll leave staple on the inside of your clit. Every time you move, you'll cum. The staple is so tiny, it's almost impossible to see on an x-ray. Think of all the weight you will lose. Think how much exercise your former Marine will get. We will get him back into his old uniform in no time."

"Will you give him his hair back too?"

"No that takes a different kind of doctor."

*******

The antagonists were already at each other's throats, in the waiting room.

"Callaway would you stand downwind he please, you're making this part of the room too cold."

"I can show you your death certificate, Alan. If you're not careful. I'll take a picture of you, and send it to your friends in New York. I'm sure they'll be interested in your resurrection."

"Do you see Susan; even she knows I am a God."

"Alan, are you anticipating seeing your son grow-up?"

"Yes dear."

"Alan, are you ever expecting to get laid again?"

"Yes dear."

"Alan, are you expecting ever to move your jaw again?"

"I was hoping to, yes dear."

"Alan, if you open your mouth one more time, I am going to shove my foot down so far down it's going to come out of your ass."

Alan meekly sat next to his wife, and did not say a thing.

Callaway laughed at him. "You haven't got the balls to stand up to your own wife."

Susan was about to say something, but she saw Harold walked up behind Callie, and waited.

Callie was getting ready to say something else, when she saw Susan smiling, but it was not at her. She closed her eyes and cringed.

"Hello Harold, how long have you been here?"

"Long enough to enjoy your floor show, Callie. Did you have fun?"

"It was Alan, of course I had fun."

"I want you to sit down across from Alan, and stay there. I'm going to go to the telemetry and borrow Elizabeth's cellphone. I'm going to show Alan the pictures she took a few weeks ago. It should give him quite a laugh, don't you think?"

Callie fell to the floor and grabbed Harold around his knees. "Harold, anything, I mean anything you can dream up I will do for you willingly. Do not show him those pictures. He will never let me live them down."

Alan said, "Susan, I'm going to telemetry. I will be right back. I believe I left my head there."

"Alan, if you take one more step, I will cut your dick off. Get back here and sit down."

"Susan, you don't understand, there is evidence on a cellphone that could cause Callaway to heat up. It could take the chill out of the air. She would never be cold again. Callum would not have to be afraid of touching his godmother, and getting frostbite."

"Sit down, Alan."

"You are no fun."

"That is not what you said last night."

"That was fun, wasn't it?"

"Thank God, I can't get pregnant again. You were so deep inside me; the baby would've started out in the second trimester."

"Who said reading was overrated? The things we did last night were in the first chapter. What happens when we get to the advanced portion of the book?"

"First, we make sure Callum is with one of his godparents. Then, we have to make sure one of us is wearing our 'Life Alert Sensors.' When they ask us what's wrong; we will give them the name of the book, the page we are on, and the position were stuck in. They can either give us the remedy, or send the ambulance guys to free us. We'll give them a big tip, and a copy of the book, as our thanks. If they can't free us, they can take us to the hospital, and have our spines straightened out, by the doctors."

Harold whispered in Callie's ear, "Go over to that nice man, and ask him for a signed copy of the book he's talking about. Tell him you will do anything; and I mean anything, to get a copy of that book."

"Harold, are you out of your fucking mind? That's Alan, and you want me to tell him I would do 'anything' to get a signed copy of that book?"

"Callie, you have 30 seconds."

"No, Harold, I won't do it." She looked into his eyes to see if he was joking with her. She did not see any mirth in them. He was as serious as he was, when discussing programming with Patricia.

"20 seconds."

"Harold, you're insane. He will make me do something that will get me arrested."

"10 seconds."

She dropped her head, in resignation, walked over to Alan, and asked, "May I have a signed copy of that book, please? I will do anything for a signed copy of it."

"What book would you do anything for, Miss Callaway?"

"The book you were talking about with Susan a moment ago."

"Who is Susan?"

Susan hit Alan so hard; he fell to the floor, face down.

He turned his head, looked up at his wife, and asked, "What was that for?"

"Do you remember who I am now?"

"Of course I know who you are. I was just playing head games, with the ditzy blonde."

That was it. God would have had to stop everything he was doing, and come down from heaven to stop the explosion that occurred in the prenatal waiting room.

Callalily Callaway yelled, "Ditzy blonde, I am going to kill you, Robbins."

Alan was in the process of standing up, when Callaway hit him with a flying block that knocked him backwards against the chairs lined up against the waiting room wall. It did not take a genius to recognize the sound of cracking ribs, air being forced from his lungs, and a yell of pain.

Susan's laugh turned into a mournful cry.

Harold's smile turned into a 'Holy Shit, Not Again.' He recovered quickly, picked up the hospital phone, and told them there was an emergency, in the prenatal waiting room. 

Callaway turned from an incensed monster, into a Florence Nightingale. Well, almost.

She recognized the sound of bones breaking, and even though they were Alan's bones, she had to help. She was trying to lay him flat on the floor to protect his injuries, when tried to push her away.

"Go away Callalily, are you trying to finish the job now?"

"You dumb son of a bitch, don't you know how to protect yourself."

With as much strength and power in his voice as he could muster he replied, "Callaway, get away from me. Every time I am in this hospital visiting someone, you make sure I stay here, by trying to kill me. Keep your cold hands away from me. I will be hypothermic, before they get me to x-ray."

"My hands are keeping your injuries from swelling, you idiot. Now be quiet, before I feed you your balls for breakfast."

"I am going to sue you, because you are never nice to me." 

"Nice; nice to you. All you want to do is see pictures of Harold and me screwing. Why would I be nice to you?"

"Is that what's on that cellphone. I have to find out who will sell it, or lend it to me. I can set up a site onto the Internet and make a fortune. I didn't think the information on the phone would be so good. I can blackmail you for the rest of your life."

"You son of a bitch you tricked me. When they have the IV going, I am going to put 'Potassium Hypochlorite' in the line and the real Alan Robbins will meet the fake Alan Robbins for eternity. I just feel bad for Susan and Callum."

"You remember, Princess, when Callum turns 13, you start teaching him how to fuck, starting with your ass."

"In a pig's eye, Alan. That boy is going to scare all the girls, in Valley High School, by the time he is 13. In 10 years, he will probably scare the shit out of me."

A team from the emergency room arrived, and asked what happened to him. 

Alan said, "If I get any clumsier, you are going to have to keep a room open, with my name on it. I slipped and caught my back against the chair. I think I broke a few ribs."

Callaway looked at him and shook her head. She could have lost her job, and her license, because of this incident. He could have sued her personally, and taken everything she had. What does he do instead; he tells them he slipped and hurt himself. He was just too unreal to deal with."

********

In Operating Room 3, there was a less drama going on, as Doctor Linda Childs severed the first umbilical cord, and handed baby girl Sherwood #1 to the neonatal nurse turned and continued working. Soon, she took out baby girls Sherwood #2, and #3. As the sonogram showed, baby Sherwood #4 was a boy, and he took after his father. He would not suffer from penis envy, when he took showers, with the boys in school. 

She checked Cassandra's abdominal cavity for any signs of bleeding, and telltale signs of early ovarian cancer. She removed the placenta, and inspected it carefully. There were no outward signs of the disease. She cut a sample and a scraping from the lining of her abdomen and sent them to the lab, just to be sure. It was not routine to do this, but after hearing the story about Jemma's experience, she did not want to take any chances with her friend.

She peered over the screen to see how Cassandra was doing. Her eyes were open, looking at Sergeant's as he smiled down at her.

"Cassie, the gorillas in your abdomen are gone. I am going to sew you up with micro stitches. You will be able to continue wearing your teeny-weeny yellow bikini, and model it for your big gorilla. When you get home, you are to do nothing for one week. The babies are going to be in our nursery, so there are no excuses you can use, that had to do this or that. Nothing, you are to do nothing. Do you understand me?"

"Yes warden, one week, no ice skating or jumping on a trampoline. Can I fuck my husband?" 

"Sarge, do you want to answer that question for her."

"You sure can baby; as long as you are on top, doing the reverse cowgirl."

Sergeant turned to the Doctor. "I can guarantee you my wife will do nothing for one week. If you want her to do nothing for a month, I will handcuff her to the bed, if necessary, but she will do nothing."

"No, Sarge that will not be necessary. Short walks are fine, but no lifting or bathing. Quick showers are fine, but I don't want her dressing to get soaked."

"I will give her a sponge bath."

"Be careful with those, Sarge. Done the right way, they can be very stimulating, and extremely erotic."

"Is there a book, or do I just do it by touch?"

"You should know your wife's body by now; the touch method should work just fine."

********

45 minutes later, Cassandra was rolled out of the operating room and into the recovery area. Sergeant got out of his greens and went to tell his friends. When he arrived, only Harold was there, and he knew something was wrong.

"What happened Harold, is it my cousin?"

"How are the babies, Sarge? How is Cassandra?"

"The babies are doing fine, and Cassie is wonderful. Now, what happened in here?"

"I would give you three guesses, but you would only need one."

"Shit, did she kill him this time?"

"They took Alan out of here on a gurney, and he was in a lot of pain. It sounded like he broke a few ribs when Callie hit him. I'm hoping that's all it is. Let's go down to the ER, we can talk on our way."

"What did Alan do to cause her to lose her temper this time?"

"It was simple enough, Sarge. He called her a 'ditzy blonde.'"

"Harold, you must be a saint. I don't think that woman could be around any man, as long as she has been around you, and not hurt him." 

"No, the reason she does not attack me, is because she loves me, and I keep her satisfied in bed. She loves Alan, but he does not satisfy her in bed. With Callie, you have to do both, or you are on her very short fuse list. The reason Doctor Vincennes gets away without being assaulted by her, is he's married to her sister. So he gets a pass, most of the time, but not all the time."

As they were about to enter the ER and aide told them to follow her. Seconds later, they were by Susan, and Callalily.

Harold asked, "Is there any news?"

Callie said, "They took him from x-ray, for a CAT scan. Normally, that's not good. It could just be cautionary, but with Alan, I wouldn't bet on it. He is going to crucify me for the rest of my life. However the babies and Cassie Sarge?"

"Cassie is as beautiful as ever, and our babies are doing well. They were taking them to the neonatal unit, while Linda was still working on Cassie. I haven't seen all four of them together yet."

"Cousin, you had better get yourself a great camera, because those little ones are going to grow like weeds. You don't want to miss a day of it."

"I was going to go down to the drugstore and buy one of those cameras in a box. Use that camera, bring it in for the film to be processed, and they give you a new camera to use for the next time. I thought that was a marvelous idea."

"Sarge, you are such an ass. What will you do if someone wants a copy?"

"I will bring the picture to your house, and have you print out a copy for me."

"Callaway hit him."

Someone said menacingly, "Callaway, don't you move."

They turned and saw Doctor Ted Vincennes walking towards them.

"I know what Alan told the ER physician. Now you tell me the truth. What did you do to him this time. He has a football size bruise on his sternum, three broken ribs close to his spine, and a punctured lung. His story did not add up, until he told me he was in the room with Susan, and you. He is being prepped for surgery, and quite honestly, I am tired of opening that man up, and putting him back together."

There were tears in Callie's eyes at the thought of putting Alan's life in jeopardy, again. A punctured lung was no laughing matter, especially on the posterior side. Getting to it was a stone cold bitch for any Doctor, and if any of the ribs were protruding into the lung, they would have to be removed. A steel prosthesis would be needed to cover the open area, otherwise the lung would be exposed to danger all the time.

"Ted, we were baiting each other, like we always do, until he called me, 'a ditzy blonde.' I jumped at him and he fell back against the chairs. I didn't mean to hurt him, I just wanted to kill him."

"Harold, would you get her pregnant already. Something has got to calm her down."

"Doc, I'm wondering if that's a good idea. If this is the way she is now, what will happen when her hormones begin to go wild?"

Ted thought for a moment, and said, "There's always Thorazine."

Callie said, "That would be like giving me a lobotomy."

"Believe me Callie, sometimes I think you are the perfect candidate."

"Ted, you are a prick."

"That's Doctor Vincennes to you nurse."

A receptionist said, "Mister Sherwood, you can see, your babies, now."

Doctor Vincennes said, "Why don't we go to see the quads, before I have to start working on Alan."




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 21



"I should go to him Doctor. He must be in a great deal of pain."

"He was Susan, that's why I knocked him out. I gave him a strong painkiller, and a sedative. They will work until we put him under anesthesia. He wouldn't know if Callie walked in his room, and danced naked on his bed."

Susan laughed. "Can you imagine the look on his face, if we took pictures of that? Him sleeping, and Callie doing a belly dance, inches away from his face. If you think Callie went ballistic today, it would be nothing compared to what would happen, when Alan realized what he missed."

"I'm not sure Susan. He has this sixth sense about me. He knows exactly what to do, and what to say that will set me off. If he was seconds away from deaths door, and the Doctor had his pen on the paper to sign the certificate, if I were to walk into his room, Alan would get better, just to start another argument with me."

***************

Sergeant knocked on the window of the neonatal unit and the nurse came on the speaker and asked his name. She nodded, and she and another nurse, brought the four tiny incubators to the window.

All Sergeants' children were hooked up to IV lines, which were so tiny, you wondered how any liquid could get through them, and into the child's body. Each baby weighed between 2 and 2 ¼ pounds each, with the boy being the lightest.

"You're a daddy times four, cousin. You outdid me by three."

"Yes, but, Cassandra didn't nearly die delivering my four children. I almost lost you trying to deliver one."

"Yes you did, and what was your brilliant reaction?"

"It was so long ago, I forgot."

"Would you like me to give you a demonstration of what you did to my husband?"

"As educational as that might be, I think I'll pass."

"I think that one looks like me," a man huddled in a blanket to the right of them said in a weak voice."

"Of course, the little girls must look like their mother, because there is no woman in this group that can hold a candle to any of them."

Callaway's repentance disappeared in a flash. Who was this asshole.

"Look at God's little creatures, gorgeous dark hair, perfectly tanned skin, their minds are going to absorb generations of material as easily as any computer. Thank God they're not blondes. Blondes are like colanders, you put information in one way, and it drains out the other. They are pretty to look at, but they all belong in strip clubs."

Ted knew who it was. He grabbed Harold, before he could attempt to hold Callie back.

Callaway walked over to the man, fuming. "You son of a bitch, how dare you talk down to women, because of the color of her hair."

Without turning around, he lifted the blanket over his head and said, "Because they are all ditzy blondes." As he finished saying this, he threw the blanket over Callie's body, trapping her in it. He wrapped a bathrobe cord around her center, and tied it tightly around her.

Callie screamed a series of expletives as everyone laughed. "Let me loose, Robbins. I will kill you painlessly, if you do."

"You tried to kill me painfully earlier, Callie and you missed by inches. This way I feel safe. You can't see me, and your cold, cold hands are no threat to anyone. I can hand you over to Harold, and if he is smart, he will feed you through a straw, until your wedding day. He can let you out for a few moments to say, 'I Do,' before he ties you up again."

Callaway said, "Wait a minute, Vincennes; you had a part in this. You lied to me, about his condition. I am going to tell my sister."

"Callie, do your worst. Your sister is so happy you're getting married, she is floating on air. She is even happier that your mother is wealthy and will never have to worry about money again. To top that off, the Wednesday after you get married, she is leaving for two-months to a private cooking school, in France. You could not have picked a worse time to try to get your sister angry with me."

"Is anyone going to be on my side?"

"I'm sorry Callie, but you tried to kill my husband. I like you, and I am happy to have you as my son's godmother. However, I love my husband. If you ever try to kill him again, I will take you over my knee, and spank you."

"Don't do that Susan; every time I do it, she cums."

"Harold, that's private; keep your mouth shut."

Susan laughed. "Callie, if you are only up to the spanking stage, you have a lot of growing up to do. Wait until you get into paddles, riding crops, floggers, and buzzers that go inside you. You haven't lived until you've turned 40, and your mind finally catches up with your body."

"I am sorry, but I can't choose your side either, Callie. I nearly killed Alan, when Susan had Callum. It wasn't his fault. I went ballistic just like you did today. I carry a lot more weight and power around with me, and I fractured his skull. I am a daddy now, so I have to stay out of jail, and take care of my family."

"Harold, help me."

"For my help, you have to repeat the following words: I will never attack Alan Robbins again."

Callalily Christine Callaway stayed mute. There was no way in hell she could make that promise. Alan knew every one of her buttons, and at any moment, he could press one that would set her off.

Everyone standing there waited for her response, and when none came, they started laughing. Alan untied the sash, pulled the blanket off her body, and waited for her reaction.

When Callie saw him holding the blanket in his arms, she asked, "Why would you untie me?"

"Ditzy, you were honest to everyone, but most importantly, you were honest to yourself. There is no way on God's earth you could have kept that promise to Harold. You could have tried, you could have avoided me as much as possible. Eventually we would have come face to face, and I would say something that would cause you to lose control. You and I both know that would happen. Everyone here knows that happen, especially Harold. It was unfair of him, even to ask you to make such a pledge. 

However, I am going to tell you this, and you had better obey me, or I will get my gun, and shoot you in those fake tits of yours. You are not allowed to hit me again, until my ribs have healed."

She grabbed her breasts, and said "Listen, Tiny Tim, these are mine, and you will never have the honor of touching them."

Susan boasted, "He couldn't care less 'Little C's. Mine are bigger, and they stay up by themselves."

Insulted, Callie replied, "So do mine."

As she thought about things for a moment, she looked at Alan and said, "You have been putting me through all of this shit, and your ribs aren't broken?"

"Nope, they are just badly bruised. I think we broke a chair or two, in the waiting room. It would be nice if you replaced them."

"I'll replace those cheap fucking chairs, and the next time we have an argument, Robbins, I'm going for your knees. I know a really good doctor that replaces those."

"Fuck you, Blondie."

"Really intelligent, Allan."

"I didn't want you to have to run for a dictionary. Dictionary; too big a word for you, 'Big book, Lots of words. Give meaning."

"Defend yourself Robbins, I have had enough of you for this century."

Alan threw the blanket over Callaway's head, turned and ran down the corridor towards the stairway. Callaway was about 30 feet behind and closing. The group standing in front of the neonatal unit lost sight of them, and went back to looking at the quadruplets.

Susan asked her cousin what he was going to name them.

Sergeant looked at her with a dazed expression on his face. "Cassandra and I never discussed it. It always seemed so far in the future, it wasn't important. I think we should do something about that now."

"Cousin, one day you are going to have to explain to me how you ran a police force of 30 men. You made up the work schedule for three rotating shifts, days off, sick days, and vacation days, and always got it right. However, when you and your wife know you're going to have four babies, three girls and one boy, and you know the date they are going to be born on, you can't pick out four names."

Sergeant joked, "It must have been all that pressure Susan. It's not like we were with all the other parents who didn't know anything about when their child was going to be born. We knew everything, so we froze."

"I have a freezer out at the ranch, I believe you will fit it just fine. Let's go ask your wife what she thinks, and if she wants any part of you left out of it."

********************

Thursday, October 21, 2 PM

Amanda Halfman was sitting at her desk, at the Public Safety building, filling out the timesheets for the police officers, when she experienced a severe cramp in her lower abdomen. She disregarded it, believing it was gas, until it happened to her again, and then again. She picked up the phone, and called Doctor Childs office to see what she should do.

Linda took the call, personally, and asked Amanda if she had any other problems around her abdominal area.

"I only have a clinching by my kidneys, and I have to go pee a lot, but that's nothing unusual."

"Amanda, I want you to have someone drive you to the hospital immediately. I don't want you to drive."

"Is there something wrong with my baby?"

"I don't believe so, but you may be holding him in your arms tonight, if he has turned laterally. You are too small, and he may be pressing against your kidneys and ovaries. He is big enough to take from you now, and there is no sense in taking a chance with your health."

"Oh my God, Joe, he is not ready for this."

"I will send an ambulance to pick up Joe. They may have to fold him in half to have him fit in there, but he will be with you when you deliver. Get to the hospital, now, I will meet you there."

"Okay, I'll be on my way in a minute."

She hung up the phone, and yelled, "Elmore, get your ass out here." 

"Yes boss, what can I do for you?"

"Get someone to sit at my desk and answer the phones. Don't let them touch my computer, or when I get back I will kill them. You are taking me to the hospital, I may be having the baby tonight."

"Does Joe know?"

"No, but send a car to the house and get him. If he drives, someone is going to get killed, and more than likely it will be him."

"I'll take care of it."

They arrived at the hospital 15 minutes later, and a furious Doctor Childs wanted to know wanted to know why it took them so long.

Elmore said, "I had a pregnant woman, in the car with me. I didn't want to take a chance and get into an accident on the way here."

"Elmore, you always were pussy, I'm surprised you're not pregnant too."

"If it happens, Doc, you can deliver it, and I will split the billions we will make between the books, movies, and interviews."

"Get out of here, Elmore, before I put you in the maternity ward."

"I can't Doc, two of my men are bringing Joe in. Someone is going to have to look out for him, while my men are stitched up. Someone should have a horse tranquilizer ready to inject him with when he gets here. He is going to be out of control, until he knows Amanda is okay."

Amanda said, "Give me a piece of paper and a pen. This will ensure that Joseph behaves himself."

Amanda wrote a short note, folded it into thirds, and handed it to Elmore. She said, "If you ever want to see a correct paycheck again, you will not look at the content of this note. Give it to Joseph as it is, and stand back from him."

Doctor Childs said, "If you are finished, I have to take Amanda for her sonogram, and if it is what I think, we are going to the OR directly afterwards. I will speak to Joe and see if he wants to join us. If not, you keep an eye on him out here, and everything will be fine."

A few moments after Amanda was taken for her test, two officers were being manhandled by Joe, as they walked into the emergency room. 

Elmore walked over to him and said, "Joseph, stop it."

No one called him Joseph, except his wife. He looked at Elmore and saw the paper in his hand.

"Amanda said, for you to read this. Don't fuck around with my men again, or you will be in jail."

Joe was almost afraid to open Amanda's letter. He knew she was going to threaten him to within an inch of his life if he didn't calm down. How could he possibly calm down, when someone was going to cut open her body, and take out their baby. He moved to a vacant portion of the ER, sat down, and waited to read the tirade he was sure Amanda had set pen to paper for him to read.

"Dear Joseph, Love of my life; everything is going to be fine. Tonight we are going to be holding our son in our arms. Do not get upset or worry about me. You know I am as strong as you are, just in a different way. Thank you for giving me the one thing I could not give myself. Think of a name for our son. Whatever you choose, that's what we will name him. You are the only man with a heart big enough to complete me. I love you Joseph, more and more every day we are together, Amanda."

He sat in the corner, looking at the letter, and cried. She had struck him in his most vulnerable part; his heart. She always knew how to keep him calm, and she had done it again today.

*****************

Callalily was working in the telemetry area, when she got word that Amanda was going to deliver her baby. She could not leave her station, because they were very busy. She called Susan, and told her what was happening.

Susan, Alan, and Callum jumped into their truck and headed for the hospital. Alan called Sergeant, and told him what was happening, but told him to stay at home with Cassie. They would check in on the quads, while they were in the hospital, and report on their progress also.

Cassie took the phone and told Alan that this was great news. They would be able to have one large birthday party for the five kids at their new home. All the children they would go to school with will be invited, they will have a great time, and there will only be one mess to clean up. 

Alan said, "Cassie just remember, when your girls turn 16, they are legal, and I can turn Callum loose on them. He will ruin them for every other man they ever meet."

"Alan that would be incest. Even you would not condone that."

"Susan and Sarge are only cousins. That makes Callum and your girls, second cousins. Therefore, according to the law that is not incest."

"You keep that boy away from my girls."

"Cassie, you will have to speak to his godfather about that. I will have no control over that situation; hormones will."

The next thing Alan heard was Sergeant screaming, "Ouch, why did you throw the phone at me?"

"Susan married that asshole, and you are Callum's godfather. Alan's going to turn him loose on our girls, when they turn of age. I can't kill Alan, and I can't kill Callum, because it would break Susan's heart. Guess who that leaves you idiot?"

"You told me you couldn't get pregnant. This is not my fault. You lied to me, you will have to live with the consequences."

From the telephone lying on the floor, they could hear Alan scream, "You tell her, Sergeant. You put her in her place."

Sergeant picked up the phone, and said, "Exactly how much trouble do you want me to be in Alan. You threatened three out of my four children, and now you want me to put my wife 'IN HER PLACE!' You are fucking out of your mind."

"No, Sergeant, I am threatening all four of your children. Your son is going to be gay, and my son is going to take care of him, also."

"You son of a bitch. I'm going to kill you when I see you."

"Sergeant, you have lost your sense of humor, since your wife gave birth. I am going to have to help you work on that. When you hit me, please do it on the right side. I'm not sure the left side of my head has healed yet."

Sergeant laughed. "Alan, it's a wonder Callalily hasn't killed you already. You should write all of this stuff down, and find a comedian who can do a standup routine for you. You are too God damn funny for your own good."

"Sarge, when you go undercover for three years, if you don't have a sense of humor, you are going to have ulcers, the size of your fist. We are at the hospital; I will talk to you later."

Cassie asked him what got his goat that he threatened to kill Alan. When he told her the story, she laughed, until her belly started to ache.

"I can't imagine the horrors he went through when he work in Chicago and then in Miami. It must've been like walking on glass every day he was there."

"Honey, I never worked undercover. I only know a few men that did, but they were all local, doing drug busts, breaking up car theft rings and stuff like that. After a while, the all burnt out, and that was just minor stuff. Alan went from school, at Quantico, and directly undercover to the mob in Chicago. He had no knowledge of street work, no police background, or anything like that. He only had school knowledge. I am not sure if it hurt him, or saved him, but he survived. The knowledge he gained was invaluable. 

He disappeared just before the government took down several top members of the Chicago mob and a great number of the lieutenants, and street merchants. 

He resurfaced in Miami, and did the same thing there. The Colombians had a fit, because they had to move their cocaine pipeline from Cuba and the Bahamas, to Mexico. All this happened because of one man, Alan Robbins. They put a $10 million price tag on his head; that's why the government hid him, while he worked undercover in New York. 

When they got to his wife, and helped her with the divorce, it drove him into the bottle. They drove him crazy enough to tamper with evidence that set the heads of the New York family's free. That's how he wound up out here, with us. The rest of the story, you know, because you lived through it. You saw what those people are capable of doing, when they are determined to get even."

***************

For the first time, Alan was able to walk into the hospital through the front doors. He was so used to coming in through the emergency room or. He didn't recognize anything from this vantage point. It did not last long. When he asked at the information desk where everyone for Amanda Halfman was; he was informed everyone was still in the emergency room.

He looked at Susan, and said, "It figures." He picked up Callum, and they proceeded to take the long walk to the rear of the hospital, where the ER was located. When they arrived, they saw three police officers standing at the desk, looking at a lone figure at the far end of the facility.

Susan asked Elmore, if Joe was alright.

"I handed him a letter from Amanda, he sat down, read it, and hasn't moved since. I don't know what to do."

Alan said, "I'll go talk to him, and make sure everything is okay."

Almost everyone thought he was crazy, but no one else volunteered. Alan had an ace up his sleeve, or at least in his arms, because he took Callum with him. He sat down next to Joe and did not say a word.

Callum said, "Hi Uncle Joe, will you throw me up in the air, and catch me?"

Joe turned to the three-year-old and couldn't help but smile. "Callum, we can't do that in a hospital. We would scare the nurses and the doctors. Do you know why you're here today?"

"Yes, mommy says, Aunt Amanda is going to have her baby today. Does that make me a big brother?"

"It makes you a big cousin, but you two are going to be like brothers all your life."

"Is he going to be big like you?"

"Only time will tell, Callum. I am very big, but his mommy is very small. Only time will tell us how tall he will be when he grows up."

"That's okay, as long as we can play together."

"The both of you will be playing with Sergeants little boy, for many years to come. You will also be playing with sergeants, three little girls, especially if they're like your Aunt Susan."

"Why would I want to play with girls?"





Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 21



"For the same reason I like to play with Aunt Amanda, your Uncle Sergeant likes to play with your Aunt Cassie, and your daddy likes to play with your mommy. You start out, not liking girls. Then you start playing childhood games with girls. When you get older, you start taking girls to movies. I'll let your parents tell you what happens after that."

"Do you mean the noises, and the squeaky springs I hear coming from their bedroom at night?"

"Callum, I'll let your parents talk to you about those noises. They could be looking for the rabbits in your roof."

"Rabbits, I love rabbits. Could I help look for them?"

"It's very dangerous looking for those kinds of rabbits. You will have to ask your parent's permission."

Alan said, "Thanks Joe, you are a big help. I'll be sure to tell your son about the sheep grazing in your attic."

"You know me Alan; I am here to help anyone in need. By the time my boy asks me about those noises, Amanda will have him on a Vegan diet. It's kind of tough to explain how a turnip or a carrot can make a house jump up and down."

Doctor Childs walked into the emergency room and saw three police officers looking to the far end of the facility. She saw Joe talking amiably, with Alan and Callum. She walked over to them, and told Joe to stay seated so she could look him in the eye.

"Joe, it is as I expected. Your son has turned laterally in Amanda's abdomen. He is too big and Amanda is too small. He is pressing on everything she has in her, and it is time for me to take him out of his humble home, and give him more room to grow. He will be with us for up to a month. He is about 5 pounds, but he is a very long baby. There is no danger to him or Amanda. She wants to know if you want to be in the OR, to witness your son's birth."

Without hesitation, Joe said, "Yes."

Doctor Childs said, "Shit, I just lost $20 to your wife, and two members of my staff."

"Why would you bet against me, Linda?"

"Joe, she told me about how you reacted when you found out she was pregnant. If you couldn't take that news, how are you going to watch me take a knife and cut open that little girl's abdomen?"

"Doctor, I have hunted most of my adult life. I have field dressed everything, from a turkey to a moose. I believe I can handle watching you open my wife's abdomen, and remove my son from her belly, without messing up your floors."

"I hate men. Go to the second floor, and get scrubbed in. It's going to be interesting to see how they fit you into 'greens'. We will be ready to start in 20 minutes. Get your ass in gear, Joseph, your son is waiting to be born."

They had no clothes that could even closely fit Joe. He was told strip. They took green surgical drapes and stapled one to each of his extremities, two for his middle, and cut one for a hole to slide his head through. When they were finished, they taped everything together. When they walked him into the operating room, everyone, including Amanda, laughed. He looked like a monster from the 1950's movie, "The Thing."

Defensively, Joe said, "I didn't do it, they did."

"Joe, honey, give me a kiss before they put me to sleep. I wish I had a camera to take your picture so I could show it to your son when he gets older."

"Amanda, do you believe he's getting out of this hospital, without 200 people taking pictures of him. Let's put you to sleep, and see what your son looks like."

18 minutes later, Doctor Linda Childs said "Holy shit, look at the size of him. Measure him exactly; he may be a record for a seven-month premmie"

The nurses cleaned him up, put him on the scale, and said, "5 pounds 10 ¾ ounces. His height is 24 inches exactly."

"Joseph, where the hell did she put him?"

"You're the Doctor, you tell me."

"Don't just stand there like a lump, go get your baby. If you drop him, I'll kill you."

A nurse handed him his son, who blew bubbles at him and Joe smiled. He said, "Hello Amando, your mother and I love you very much."

Joe strolled around the operating room until he heard his wife ask him, "Do you mind if I see my son?"

"You had him for seven months, it's my turn now."

"Joseph, don't make me smack you. Bring me our baby."

"He looks just like his mother, but he is tall, just like me."

"What did you name?"

"I named him after the only thing in this world I can't replace: you. His name is Amando."

"Joe, you are not supposed to make me cry on such a happy day."

"Then don't cry, be happy for the three of us, and when we get out of here will go for Mexican food to see if he likes it. Heaven knows he's big enough."

"Joseph, you are incorrigible, but I love you more and more each day. Did you finish the extension on the house?"

"No, I just decided to add another room, just in case we get lucky and have another one. "

"Linda, can you believe this guy? It takes him six years to knock me up the first time. Now he's talking about knocking me up again."

"You can't touch her, for two months, Joe. She has to heal both inside and out. Your son roughed her up pretty good, while he was in there."

"No problem doctor, I will go down to Prescott and visit a few of the ladies I have been told about."

Amanda smiled at her husband. "Joseph, do you know that hunting rifle, you are so proud of, the one you tried to teach me how to shoot. I may not have been able to shoot very well, but if I turn that rifle around, I am sure I could hit your head with the other end, while you were sleeping."

"Honey, I don't think you could lift that rifle."

"Joseph, I carried your son inside my stomach for seven months. I can pick up that rifle with one hand behind my back, and turn your head into cranberry sauce."

"I can't let you do that baby, half the town's workforce would go without a paycheck. No one knows your passwords, and no one is allowed to use your computer, at work. I will stay at home to watch over you, and our baby."

"I knew you could be reasonable Joseph."

"I love you too much Amanda to do anything that would harm you."

"Damn you Joseph, you are not supposed to make me cry."

89. The Morning after Night Before.

It was barely light outside, and Fred was wide-awake. The talk with Dolores had helped him, but it could not break his sleep cycle. When his body said, 'Get Up,' he got up, and there was nothing he could do about it. After years of training it, it was like a Swiss watch, it kept perfect time, and nothing could keep it from doing otherwise.

He looked at Sharon and knew in his heart that she loved him and he loved her. It had been a weird way to start a romance, but he was never surer of anything in his life. Maybe he didn't push it too far, too late in the day. They would talk about that later.

He tried to slide out of the bed quietly, when she grabbed him by the balls.

"Where do you think you're going at this hour of the morning?"

"I couldn't sleep, so I was going to go downstairs and do a little work."

"Is this a workday or is it a Sunday?"

"It's a Sunday, which means it's an off day."

"Should I call my uncle and tell him you're exceeding your 55 hour workweek?"

"I'm not back to work, yet. How can I be exceeding 55 hours."

"I will forward all the emails from Elizabeth to you back to him, to show him how you are helping her run the office in your absence."

"You wouldn't do that to her. She is barely keeping her head above water, and that is with an assistant. If I don't help her, she'll drown."

"Then you better be nice to me, and stay in bed. I am sorry about yesterday Fred, more sorry than you will ever know. I don't know what came over me. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me and my girls. I don't know where we would've gone or what we would have done without you. I am not talking about indebtedness, I'm talking about love. I see the way you look at me and all I see in your eyes is love. I see the way you look at my girls, and I see the way they look back at you. It has nothing to do with sex. They love you wholeheartedly. Don't get me wrong, they love the way you make love to them how you make them feel. They don't feel used or abused; they feel cherished. Last night when Dolores told them that you might move out, I thought they would die. They knew it was my fault, and they would have hated me for the rest of my life for losing you. You are their father, Fred, more than their biological father ever was. You are their mentor. You have taught them more in this one year, than their father did in the 18 years he was with them. 

Please, Fred, don't ever leave us. Don't ever leave me. Talk to me if I do something wrong. Don't run away from me, because sometimes I don't know how to react properly. I sat on the bed last night, when you went downstairs, and cried. I did not know what to do. Dolores yelled at me when I said to her I didn't go downstairs and apologize. When she asked me why I told her it reminded me of when my former husband and I had an argument, and I froze. That's when she said she was coming over. You know what happened after that happened."

"Are you going to let go of my balls now?"

"Are you in a hurry for me to do that?"

"If you squeeze any harder, two may get turned into one, and that will hurt."

"Do you remember the last time we were in bed, and I had to grab you by the balls to keep you there?"

"Yes, I remember that morning quite vividly."

"Well, you're not supposed to remember that morning, because it was before your injury. Would you like me to show you what you missed?"

"Yes, I would."

From outside their bedroom door, Sandy yelled, "Would you two stop talking and start screwing already. We are tired and want to go to sleep. All this waiting for you two to makeup has kept us up all night."

Fred yelled, "Since the four of you are awake, and disobeyed my orders to sleep until noon, we will leave for the gym at 1 o'clock. Anyone not ready to go, on time, will get an automatic two misdemeanors."

"Dad, that's not fair. We just wanted to make sure you didn't leave during the night. We worried about you and mom. We always told you that our family came first, and nothing came before our family. One argument should not will be enough to break us up."

"Babe, I think we should put off little playtime until later. I think we're going to have company in bed. You can call them in, when you are ready."

Sharon called out, "Are you dressed; because if you are you are not allowed in our bed."

It's amazing how an oversized king-size bed gets crowded with the addition of four teenage girls. Danni made the overcrowding little bit less by climbing on Fred's chest, spreading her 110 pound weight long, his frame, and 'accidentally' placing her pussy directly onto his prick.

Fred grinned. "Are you comfortable Danni?"

"Yes, dad, I'm very comfortable."

"What will happen if something comes up?"

"I'm sure I'll be able to handle it."

Sandy said, "Dad, what is she doing?"

"Right now she's resting, and trying to go to sleep. Why, what did you think she was doing?"

"I don't know, I just didn't like all that whispering."

"Next time, you climb on my chest first, and I'll whisper to you."

Within five minutes. You could hear the light breathing of four women and the whispering of one.

"Dad, that thing came up."

"Shhh, don't move, not one muscle." Fred adjusted his hips and with one hand moved ahead of his penis to her opening, and let it slide in.

Danni let out a satisfied moan, and Fred told her to stop it.

He whispered, "No moving, no talking, no moaning, or this will never happen again. Use your internal muscles and squeeze me, until you come. Don't worry about me, this is all for you little one."

Danni never realized how much she used these muscles before, while making love, but she was thrilled she was using them now. She concentrated hard on making it work, and she was producing fluids that were dripping out of her like a fountain. She was having trouble controlling her hips, but Fred had his hands firmly gripped against her ass holding it tight, so no one would notice her moving. He kept looking to his left to see if anyone was looking in his direction, but they all appeared to be soundly sleeping.

As she approached her orgasm, Danni bit his arm so hard he nearly yelled. As she went over the top, she sighed, and said, "Fuck!"

The girls in bed with her, said, "You just did, Danni. We may not have heard you, until the very end, but you can't hide your smell. What have you got to say for yourself, Dad?"

"Would you believe I was an innocent bystander. I was lying here with this young woman lying on my chest, and she took advantage of me."

Sandy said, "I would say let's take him to court on this one, but he would probably find another way to weasel his way out of it. Let's ask Danni what happened?"

"Me, what did I do? I was just lying here minding my own business. That thing of his must have popped into me accidentally, because I don't remember a thing. I plead temporary amnesia."

"Debbie, would you go down to dad's office and get that Squash racket of his. I'm going to beat her over the head with it 50 times, and then plead temporary amnesia."

Fred said, "Sandy, you just convicted yourself. Would you like to tell me why?"

"What did I do that was any different than what Danni said."

"You said you were going to hit her over the head, '50 times' and then plead temporary amnesia. If you knew how many times you hit her, you cannot plead amnesia. You are as guilty as the day is long."

"Fuck, caught by a technicality."

"That's one Sandy."

"Shhhhuuugggaaarrr."

"Good correction daughter number one."

"Thank you, number one father."

"Now that all my daughters are suitably awake, get out of my room. Mommy wants to play with daddy, privately. No arguments are allowed. 10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3. 

The girls scurried off the bed, and out of the room, but they forgot one thing, and Sharon had to call them back.

"Get back here, and closed the door, there will be no video of our romantic interlude."

"If we can't watch it, how else are we supposed to see it?"

"That's the point, you're not going to see it."

"You're not being fair mom. How else are we supposed to learn if we can learn from you?"

Fred said to her, "Your girls are getting very smart. That littlest one of yours is getting very sneaky. I don't know if she had this preplanned from another time or not, but she was on me like peanut butter on bread."

"Sometimes Fred, a 'girls' gota do, what a girls' gota do.' She didn't get any, when you ate the other girls for dessert. She needed her fix, and today she got it."

"She is as highly sexually motivated as her mother. Whoever wants to marry her, had better have instant rechargeable batteries, or he's going to die in bed."

"We will just have to make sure he is very heavily insured."

"Now, where were we before we were so rudely interrupted?"

"Excuse me, Fred, I was interrupted, you got laid."

"I am sorry to inform you, Madam, I did not ejaculate; therefore I did not get laid."

"Are you playing semantics with me, Fred. If you are, I will get that little box by your shoes, stick that thing up your ass, turn it up to the number nine and see how you like it."

"According to the instructions, it is for men and women to enjoy. Do you want to give it a try?"

"How the hell would I get it out?"

"It's simple; you stick your hand up my ass, and grab it."

"Fred, that's terrible. How far would I have to stick my hand up there to get it."

"I wouldn't think any further than your elbow. After that, I believe surgery would be required to get it out, or a really good shit."

Sharon wound up and hit him with a pillow, as she said, "Fred, you are awful."

"So, you want to play rough. I seem to remember you were ticklish. Let me see if I can remember those ticklish areas."

"Fred, you promised never to tickle me again."

"When did I promise never to tickle you again? Was that before or after I was shot?"

"It was before you were shot."

"If it was before I was shot, I couldn't possibly remember that promise, could I? That means I never made it."

"Fred, please do not tickle me. I will do anything for you, if you will not tickle me."

"Miss Williams, did I hear you say the word anything? That leaves a whole world of possibilities open to me. You do know how evil my mind gets when I am allowed to ponder the vagaries of the universe, and someone tells me I can do anything I want within it; don't you Miss Williams?"

"Fred, you're killing me here. What do you want from me. Just don't tickle me, and I will do anything you ask. I go crazy when I am being tickled."

Fred knee walked to the center of the bed, took both of her hands, and asked, "Sharon Elizabeth Harmon Williams, will you marry me?" 

Her mind froze, as she stared up at him, with a shocked expression on her face. She waited for the joke she was sure was coming next, but it didn't come.

He waited also. He watched as her eyes cleared, her eyes brightened, she started to rise up on her knees, and a word formed in her mouth. At that instant he hit her with a pillow, which knocked her back down onto the bed, he said, "Gotcha," and ran for the bathroom.

As she regained her senses, she yelled, "YES, and you are dead man."

He replied, "You can't marry a dead man in the state of Maryland." He got into the shower, turned the cold water, grabbed the showerhead, and waited for her arrival. As soon as she stepped in, he hit her with a pulsating stream of cold water.

She screamed. She tried to exit, but he kept the pulsating water between her and the shower exit.

"Fred, death is too good for you. I have to convince my uncle to make you run for Congress, and win. Those people will drive you crazy, in less than a two-year term. Then I can have you committed with the rest of the really crazy people."

"Dear, a few moments ago, you said, 'I could do anything,' as long as I did not tickle you. You must admit, this is something." He moderated the temperature of the water, until it became nice and steamy, and took her into his arms, and began warming her up in in every way he could imagine; and at the moment he was imagining many ways.

"You are some piece of work, Fred."

"I was only following your directions babe. Next time, make your directions a little more restrictive, and I'll tone down the results."

"Give me an example of how you would tone down your results, Fred?"

"Next time, I'll leave out the proposal."

"That's exactly what I figured you would say, Fred. You see, there is only one problem with your thinking. My aunt and uncle, your boss, and mentor, have my dress, the church, the hotel, the announcements, our vacation and all the accoutrements to go with them, paid for. If you were to back out of this arrangement, at this late date, I am sure that an arrangement could be made for you to meet a bus, just like the director of the NSA did. However, this time the bus would stop, and back over you, just to make sure it didn't miss anything important, like your balls."

"Getting a little testy are we, Sharon?"

"No, I'm like Danni, or is it Danni is just like me. I haven't gotten any recently, and I'm a little testy."

"I would consider a privilege, an honor, but most of all my duty to scratch that tiny itch of yours."

"Fred have you ever seen a bear standing next to a tree, scratching his back? That's how tiny that itch of mine is. You had better make sure your heart is up to it, otherwise, this tiny itch may kill you."

Fred got up, went to the bedroom door, and for the first time since they moved into this huge house, locked it. The girls would brood over this, but Sharon needed him, and she was going to get everything he had, while they were alone.

He walked back to the bed, wiggled his eyebrows and asked, "Is this a free-for-all, or do you want me to start in a particular area?"




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 22



Note: This is a work of FICTION!

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

This is a Novel

End Chapter 20 Unit no. 85

Saturday, October 16, 7:26 PM

...There she was, lying on their bed, waiting for him. He had seen her naked, hundreds of times recently, and she always took his breath away. Today, her alabaster body lay atop black silk sheets, and she had a look in her eyes he had never seen before. A great weight had been lifted from her being. The word can't was no longer in her vocabulary. She was married, and with her husband, she could do whatever she wanted with her body. The promise she made her mother, and herself had been fulfilled. 

He no longer cared about the paddle. He only cared about the woman lying in front of him. It was going to take him a long time to teach her everything he knew about the wonders of the female body. He wanted to begin teaching her soon. No, he wanted to begin teaching her NOW!

********

90. The Wedding Night

Stephano began undressing as he approached the bed. He sat down on the very end, took off his shoes and socks, and a second later he was naked, crawling up the bed to his wife as she laughed.

"What's so funny, Patricia?"

"You are my husband. You have this lustful look all over your face, but it is surrounded by cake. If you like, I will lick it off you?"

"We have more important things to take care of first. When that is done, if you feel hungry, then you may eat cake."

"It has been a long time for you. Are you sure you remember how to do it?"

"I practiced for many years, but I think my body will remember what to do with yours, Mrs. Valentino."

"You only think your body will remember what to do? Should I turn my computer on, find a sex education channel, and turn it to basic information for you?"

"Patricia, which are you looking for: your first argument as a married woman, or your first spanking? The paddle is on the floor, 15 feet away. I could always retrieve it, and put it to good use."

"Steph, you have been lying down next to a naked woman, for a few minutes, and you haven't touched her. While we were living in sin, you didn't last that long. If you are nervous, I will help you along."

"Patty, I love you more than my own life, but you are going to catch a spanking the likes of which you have never felt before."

"Steph, to prove my point, he is still sleeping on the night he knows he could ravage me. I think I will give the poor fellow a helping hand."

"He does not need a helping..."

Patty grabbed his balls, squeezed them gently, and said, "Would you like to get me pregnant one day?"

In a slightly higher pitch than normal, Stephano said, "Yes."

"I knew you could be reasonable. Lie back, and let me wake him up, so he can deflower me."

Stephano had no idea why he wasn't fully erect. His body had never failed him before, but as his head hit the pillow, his mind said, "You've never been married before either." He wondered if this was the way it always is going to be, but he banished that thought from his head immediately.

Patty's hand manipulated his dick to get the blood flowing into it, but this was not her real intent. As soon as it started to get some life in it, she devoured it, and Stephano's hips reached for the ceiling.

"Oh, Patty, that's so nice, so very nice."

As his dick grew larger, she took it deeper into her mouth, and then his entire monster, into her throat. He told her to stop, because he was getting ready to explode.

Her answer was to increase her speed and take him down to his root. She squeezed the base of his dick, like it was in a vise. She listened to her husband beg for her to stop what she was doing, and allow him cum.

She held him off, until his pleas were almost tears. On her next down stroke, she released the pressure. He screamed in release, and jets of his stored up life-giving sperm was sent down her gullet, directly into her stomach. These little swimmers would not be the ones that would produce a new life. She knew Stephano had billions more stored up that would do the job eventually, possibly later this evening. She continued nursing on his dick until it was clean, and brought it back to life.

She could not say the same for Stephano. He was in a daze, lying on his pillow, suffering from the strain, she had put him through. She thought of an evil way to wake him up.

She slipped her body over his, and rubbed the lips of pussy over his distended penis. She heard him moan, but that was not good enough. She grabbed it in her hand and rubbed it up and down the small lips of her interior labia, and then along the tissues on the inside valley of her pussy. As her clit popped out, from under its hood, and she moaned as he rubbed against it. She began to wonder if this was not a wonderful idea. She could control how her virginity was taken. She could do it on her own terms. He would be pissed, but it would serve him right for falling asleep on their wedding night.

She found her opening and attempted to slip the head inside. The opening was either so small, or she was at the wrong angle, and the head of his dick slipped away from it. She moved her hips to get a better angle and tried again. She moved slowly, going by feel, when two arms grabbed her.

"You better not think about it, Patricia; that part of you belongs to me."

"Who told you to fall asleep on our wedding night?"

"Who taught you to give a blow job like that?"

"I read it in a book online."

"I am going to take your computer away from you. You are going to kill me, doing things like that."

"Do you mean with all your conquests, none of your girlfriends ever did that for you?"

"Patricia, no one has given me as much pleasure as you have. No woman has been able to take me into their throat, because of my size. Many of them have been very experienced, and cannot do what you have done for me. Tonight you nearly killed me by not allowing me to cum. What do you have in store for me later?"

"I can't tell you that Steph, that's on the bottom of page 1."

"Oh shit, how many pages are there in this book?"

"There are 597 pages, including the preface, and the index."

"I am going to die, before our first child is born."

"Steph, you're not going to have to worry about children. That thing is dead again. At this rate, I'll be a virgin, until I'm 30."

"Would you like to bet on that, Patty?"

"You can't use your fingers, or any artificial device. You have to use that dead thing between your thighs to take my virginity."

"I agree. What do you want to bet?"

"I bet that we have fraternal twin girls; one that looks like me, and one that looks like you."

"Have you been talking to your mother again?"

"No, my mother told me she would never be speaking with us again. She said we didn't need her anymore, and other people did. She said that we would be fine, from now on. She left me before the wedding, but I could feel her in my heart, as we got married."

"What am I supposed to bet against that, Patty?"

"You are going to bet me that that thing is going to be functional all during our marriage, and not lay there like road kill."

"You have a bet. Now you lie back, it's my turn to light your fires, and get you ready to become a full-fledged woman. You have been a girl too long. I am going to fuck you to death, before we leave on our honeymoon."

"Yes, I know. My mother told me you would try to do it. I bought some antiseptic for your dick. It may sting a little, but it will help heal the areas of skin that rub off it."

"Did your mom say I would be successful?"

"Would I have bought the antiseptic, if you were?"

"Bitch."

"I'm getting bored, Stephano. Should I take a nap, or are you going to start sometime soon? You never made me wait this long, when we were in my motorhome. Is that the problem? Is there too much space for you to work with?"

"I am going to enjoy tormenting you, more than you enjoyed tormenting me."

"Good night Stephano, all this talking has made me sleepy."

"If you can sleep through this, you will have no problem delivering our twins, without medication."

She thought he was going to kiss her mouth, but he bypassed it, and went straight for her left nipple. He kissed it, licked it, and bit the very tip of it.

She hit him on the top of his head and yelled, "You cock sucker that hurt."

"You have that backwards, dear. You sucked my cock."

He nursed on the nipple for a short time, went to the one on the right, and ministered to it the same way. She was expecting the bite this time, and did not react as violently. Instead of hitting him, she pressed his head to her breast, and moaned.

His hand traveled south, and played with the sparse curls of her platinum blonde hair. Her pussy reacted, and began to leak. His mouth went north, kissed her throat, neck, ears, hair, and eyes, but never touched her lips.

Patricia's eyes told the story. She was furious with him, and he smiled back at her.

As his head stayed north, his hand traveled further south. He played with the exterior of her pussy. Her labia were his target and his fingers tantalized them, until they were fully engorged with blood. Her liquids were flowing rapidly from her, and he used them to coat the exterior of her anus. Every time he reached it, he tapped on the sphincter, and she closed it like a bank vault. One day he would change that, but not now, not tonight.

He kissed her lips lightly several times, and proceeded kissing down her body. The further he moved down, the higher Patty's head came off the pillow. As he licked, and kissed her belly button, she was up on her elbows. He continued down over the soft rise of her belly, and when he reached her pubic hair, he grabbed a few with his teeth, and pulled.

Patty screamed in pain, "I'll get you for that, you son of a bitch. You have more hair down there than I do. I'm going to rip yours off from your balls."

Stephano didn't blink. His lips moved to the exterior of her labia and began sucking and biting them, until they will fire engine red.

Patricia's body began to betray her. The pain she felt was being overridden by the pleasure he was giving her. Her pussy acted like a waterfall. She felt mild tremors going through her body, at an alarming rate, and he had not done anything to her, yet.

Suddenly, he moved away from her labia, attached his lips to her clit. He bit it tenderly, sucked on it. He did not let it go, as his tongue ravaged it.

Patricia's stomach clenched, and she moved her hands down to his head to keep it in place. She never wanted him to move from that spot; never.

It also had the effect of moving his lip across her clit. Her breathing increased, she started to perspire, and her vision blurred. She was beginning to hyperventilate, and she did not realize it, until it was her hips were off the bed, moving his face, where she wanted it as she was wishing for this, he did. He moved his tongue down the pink flesh and found her opening. His tongue slipped in smoothly, but did not go as deeply as he wanted it to go. She was very tight and he was going to have to loosen her up, before he could enter her, without causing her intense pain. He opened his mouth wider, which pressed his upper lip on top of her clit. As he introduced his tongue back into her slot, he pressed his upper lip down, as hard as he could, against her clit, and worried it with every movement of his head and tongue.

Almost too late, she fell off her arms, back on to her pillow, and allowed the sensations to take her over. It helped calm her down, and reduce her breathing. Stephano continued to work his magic on her lower body, working just fast enough to keep her on the edge.

Patty cried out, "Steph, please let me cum. I've never done this before, and it's killing me."

He was not going to answer her, but he wanted to rub it in just a little. "Patricia, when I beg you to let me cum, did you allow me to? No, you didn't. You tormented me until the very last second, and then gave me the largest and best orgasm of my life. I am going to start you at that point, and endeavor to get better, every time we make love. You will cum, when I am ready to allow you to cum, and not one second sooner."

"Steph, remember what your mother said, your father ruled, until she closed the bedroom door."

Without warning, he slid two fingers shallowly into her vagina, not wanting to break her hymen. He heard her take a sharp intake of air, and say, "Next time, I will kill him."

He smiled at the thought, pressed on the tender flesh on every side of her pussy, and began a fucking motion with his hand that again brought Patty's hips into play. His mouth moved to her lips and kissed her fervently, and looked into her eyes. His left hand pressed on her clit, and finally, he saw the volcano burning inside her eyes.

Patty pushed Stephano away from her mouth, arched her body off the bed, and screamed his name, as the first orgasm, as a married woman, overpowered her. It crashed into her like a gigantic wave, knocking the breath out of her, forcing her under the waves, again and again, until she submitted to its will.

Stephano smiled at her, as she slept, knowing that this was only the first lesson he is going to teach her tonight. She had finally listened to her body and not her mind. This was the hardest part for her. Hopefully, when they started again, her body would take the lead in their activities, and her mind would only play a supporting role. He went into the kitchen, got two cold classes of orange juice, and returned to the bedroom, to wait for his wife to wake up. He helped this along, by suckling on her breasts, and play with her clitoris, until he heard her moan.

Then he stopped, and made believe he was resting. He should have known better than to try to put something over on her.

Patty, opened her eyes, saw the orange juice, and drank it. She said to Stephano, "Would you thank the young woman who brought in the juice, suckled on my breast, and played with my pussy to help wake me up. It was very pleasant, and I think I may enjoy her again in the future. What was her name?"

Stephano shook his head. "Are you going to be able to keep tabs on me 24 hours a day, every day of our married life? You were asleep, how did you know it was me?"

"I didn't, I thought it was a beautiful young girl."

"Patricia, you lie as well as I do, which is not good. I won't ever try it again, and neither should you."

"Does that mean you will give me her name?"

Instead of answering her, he climbed onto her body to show her that that thing between his legs was not sleeping.

"My goodness, what has happened to you? Did your Wheaties finally kick in?"

"Patricia, my love, if you keep this up much longer, I will take the virginity of your ass first. I will leave your vagina for last."

"If it's got to go, it's got to go. You warned me many times that you were going to do that to me. I also warned you, if you hurt me, I would hurt you in return. Your 'Pride and Joy' could be reduced in size to your 'Pride,' or even smaller, with one harsh bite."

"There would go the twins your mother said you would have."

"My mother said, "I would have twins, not we would have twins. It could always happen with another man."

"Patty, get this through your thick Italian head, we are married for life."

"I agree wholeheartedly, Steph. I could commit the sin of adultery, and become pregnant. It is not a mortal sin. I would see my mother in the next world. As long as I confess that sin, say my penance, and truly mean I am sorry, I will be forgiven. The last part would be hard, because you will have driven me to it. I will work on that for the rest of my life, and hope the good Lord forgives me."

"God, I hope Bradley finishes our house quickly. We are going to need that argument room every day."

"No, we won't, as long as you start listening, and do what I tell you to do."

"You have no chance lady."

Patricia laughed. "We are going to have such fun, Steph. Please kiss me."

"Woman, you are going to drive me insane."

"Steph, be truthful to yourself, it's not a drive, it's only a short walk."

Stephano stopped for a second to fathom what she meant by that statement. When Patty started to climb out the bed, it hit him. He reached his long arm out, and grabbed her ankle. "A short walk is it. I am going to have to teach you respect for your husband."

Patty laughed again. "Steph, it was only a joke, and an old joke at that."

"Yes, but the joke was at my expense. Retribution is at hand, my hand."

"Stephano, noooo!"

He raised his right hand, and brought it down swiftly on her exposed right ass cheek, five times.

"Sex appears to be your Achilles' heel, Stephano. It has sapped all your strength from you. Your spanking has barely registered any pain upon my body. It brings a tingling sensation to my sex. You may continue if you have any strength left."

Stephano laughed to himself. She was too good. She knew the right words to say, and exactly when to say them. Instead of spanking her ass, again, he leaned down and bit her beautiful bottom.

"You bastard, I said you could spank me, not bite me."

"I bit you for that reason. If you don't start behaving, I will start biting you, and leaving marks all over your body, for everyone to see."

"You wouldn't dare."

He took a bite of the other cheek of her ass, and asked her if she'd like to bet.

"You're not playing fair, Stephano. I wouldn't mark you up."

"You are too smart for me to deal with Patty. If I have to use brute force to make you toe the line every once and again, I will."

"Steph, with all those years of education, biting me is the best you can come up with?"

"If it works, don't fix it."

"You are no fun at all."

"You're my wife of more than 2 ½ hours, and I have yet to have sex with you. Why do you think that is, Patricia?"

"I believe it can all be traced to that thing of yours sleeping."

"No, I believe I can trace it to a different source. I believe you are nervous as hell. We had been talking more than we had been touching. You have been saying things to keep me from approaching you. You have tried to keep me off balance, and to keep me hostile. I just realized it a very short time ago; when you said, "I was no fun." I realized our whole evening was based on confrontation, instead of communication. That is not the Patricia I know and love. If you want to wait until we get away from here for me to take your virginity, I will wait. I thought you would want to do it here, because this is the happiest place you have ever been. I came into this room, and found you naked. I naturally assumed this is the place you wanted to consummate our marriage. If I am wrong, tell me, and we will wait until we get to Toronto. Why we are going to Toronto for a honeymoon is beyond me, but that's where you chose to go, and we're going. Tell me what you want to do, and we will do it. Just don't be afraid of me."

Patty had tears in her eyes. "Steph, the last thing in this world I am is afraid of you. I think I'm afraid of me. What will I be like after we do this? I have been this way for 24 years, how will I change?"

"Baby, this is not a life altering experience. All it does is change your status in the world. You go from a girl with no sexual experience, to a woman with sexual experience. Put your mind to sleep, and don't over think this experience. Let your body enjoy what is going to happen to you. This earth is made up of 52% women. 99.9999% of adult women have sex. So far, none of them has turned into Godzilla. Let's make love, not war. Let's start on our twins; they are going to be our twins, no one else's."




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 22



She grabbed him, around his neck, kissed him, and said, "I guess I acted like what I am; a stupid little girl."

"Patricia, you are one of the brightest women on this planet. You had a yoke placed around your neck that most women would have ignored. You honored your mother, and your father. Most of all, you honored yourself. It is now time to put that pledge to rest. It has been fulfilled. You should be extremely proud of yourself."

"Husband, make love with me, please. Rid me of the burden I have been carrying around for much too long."

"It will be my honor and privilege to do so sweetheart. Let's play and get you ready for our babies to visit your womb."

"Can you start without me, and I'll catch the next bus."

"Wrong sweetheart; you are the bus, and I am going to drive you to heaven."

"You better hurry; you don't want to fall behind schedule."

"Do you see what you're doing, Patricia? Turn off your mind, relax, and listen to what your body is telling you. SSSSShhhh listen to your heartbeat, the pulse in your wrist, and feel the love that I have for you. We have worked very hard to get to this day together. I know it has been worth it."

Before she could start thinking again, he covered her lips, and took her breath away. When he stopped, he said, "Patricia, I adore you."

Before she could answer him, he covered her mouth again, bit her lower lip, and touched her tongue with his. He let her breathe, but little more.

She wasn't fighting him, but she had not joined with him either. His hands grasped hers, and pulled them above her head. His kisses moved down her jaw, to her neck, across to her throat, and back to her lips. She moaned and struggled to free her hands, but Stephano was much too strong.

His lips left her mouth again, traveled down her throat, across her chest, up her breast, until he licked the edge of her areola, danced around the sides of her nipple, and backed away.

Patricia screamed, "No, don't leave me like that."

"Like what, Patricia, did you want me to do something?"

"You bastard, you know I did."

"Tell me what you wanted me to do, and I will do it, instantly."

"Open your eyes, Steph, you made it stand up and you left it, begging for attention."

"What did I leave begging for my attention, my dear?"

"You are going to be pig about this, aren't you? You want me to embarrass myself and make me beg by saying all those foul words you learned on the streets."

"No, I am not asking you to say a foul word. It is the definition of the tip of a female breast. I find nothing upsetting about the word. Babies suckle on it every day; mothers use it as part of their daily language. I don't see why you would be upset by saying the word. Use it in a sentence, if you would be more comfortable."

All this time, Stephano's mouth continued pecking away at the skin around her breast, and Patty could do nothing about it. She didn't want to do anything about it. She just wanted him to suck on her nipple; but he wouldn't do it until she asked him to, and the feeling was driving her crazy.

The shoe was always on the other foot, until now. Now he was in the driver seat, and she had to make a decision. Give in to him and follow along, or wait him out, until he gave up. Then she remembered what she wanted. Not what he wanted, but what she wanted: a 50/50 relationship. He let her take control at the beginning, and allowed her to bring his staff to life. He was not asking anymore of her, than she had asked him. Once she got this through her head, she smiled.

"Is that gas sweetheart, or did you think of something funny."

"Suck on my nipple, I'll tell you later."

She said it with such ease and grace, he almost missed it. His mouth didn't. It licked up the side of her breast, and devoured the top half of her breast, with his mouth wide open. His tongue danced over the little protrusion, and Patty arched her back as his tongue played with it.

This was fun, and truly stimulating she thought, but she was leaking further south, wanted his mouth down there.

"Steph, eat my pussy, and make me cum."

He was certain something had happened to him. He must have hit his head. He was probably somewhere in the room, on the floor, unconscious.

"Steph, are you deaf? Leave my breast alone, and eat my pussy, now."

"I thought you said that, but I couldn't believe it. What happened to you? "

"I remembered a conversation we had, while we were in Sedona. I wanted a marriage based on 50/50. We are to be equals in every way. I went first today, and I enjoyed myself. I was never frightened of sex. I was prohibited from having it. You told me not to think about it, and that is something I cannot do. I have to make the right decisions for me, just as I will make the right decisions concerning us. I am ready now, let's have fun."

"You do remember you left me in Sedona."

"Yes, it was the best thing that ever happened to you. You would have been the most miserable man in the world otherwise. I would have seen to it."

"I was the most miserable man in the world when you left me."

"Do you want to rehash that now, or do you want to get laid? Think about your answer, it could affect your entire married life."

"Are you threatening me?"

"Who me; never."

"Patty, they should never make a woman as beautiful, and as devastatingly smart as you are. You can take any man, and twist him apart with words. It gives you an unfair advantage."

"Stephano, my pussy is cold. If you are still talking in 10 seconds, and it is still cold, you are going to have the most miserable, unfulfilling honeymoon on record."

"You are threatening me again."

"... Six, five, four,"

He let go of her arms, bit her nipple, and had his mouth firmly between her thighs with two seconds remaining. He used his tongue like a scoop, starting at the bottom of her pink opening, drawing it up over her clitoral hood, out through the labia and into his mouth. 'Delicious," he said.

Patricia, breathe a sigh of relief, when she felt her body tingle at his touch. She had spoken bravely, but she was happy to know her body was truly ready to have sex with her husband.

Stephano continued to administer his tongue-lashing to her vagina. She responded by pouring forth more of her honey. She was sweeter than any woman he had ever tasted, and he had feasted on hundreds of pussies in this time.

She grabbed him by his hair, and brought him up to her face. "Steph, it's time. Make love with me." She used his hair to make him nod up and down to agree with her.

"Patricia Valentino, may I have as much fun taking all your orders as I am about to have with this one."

"Steph, are you going to bore to death, by talking, or are you going to finally take my virginity, as you have been threatening to do, since we met?"

"Patricia, look down and see who is awake."

"Gee whiz, that's a sight for sore eyes. What are you going to do with him?"

"He is going to make you scream, unfortunately, and there is nothing I can do about it. After the pain is over, I promise you all the pleasure in the world."

"Are you going to continue talking? If you are, I will get my computer, and start taking notes."

He leaned down, bit her lower lip gently, and saw her eyes flare open. He used his hand to put his prick between the lips of her vulva. He started moving it through her pink flesh, over the hood of her clitoris, and down to her tiny opening. He was afraid he was going to hurt her a lot. At 18, a young girls' hymen was very soft and pliable. It was much easy to break through. Patty was 24, and he had no experience with a virgin of her age. Skin toughens with age, and the attachments to the sidewalls of her vagina would be very dense. It had to be done, but he still worried about the amount of pain he would put her through. He poised the head of his dick at her small opening for a moment, and then, with a jerk of his hips, quickly popped the head through.

Patty's eyes opened, in wonder, as wide as they could go. "Holy shit, you are in?"

Steph chuckled. "No Patty that is just the head. I am not even at your hymen, yet. I wanted you to rest, and get used to the feeling of me being inside you."

"Can I rest until Christmas?"

"No, I don't think so. Stop thinking and listen to your body."

"If I listened to my body, I would have asked to rest until Independence Day. I thought that would be too long for you to wait, so my mind said Christmas. I thought that was an equitable...."

While she was talking, Stephano thrust his hips forward, broke through her hymen, and stopped before he reached her cervix.

Patty screamed, in intolerable pain, until he covered her mouth with his lips. Tears were flowing from her eyes. The only time she experienced pain like this was the day her mother called her, and said the word "Swordfish." That day changed her life forever. Stephano had just changed her life, again. She was no longer a virgin, she was now a woman. She would kill him for not warning her when it was going to happen, unless he kept his promise that it would be heavenly from this point on.

When he felt her breathing come under control, and saw her tears stop, he looked down and saw that she had bled profusely. He kissed her and said, "My love, I am so sorry I hurt you. I knew it was the best time, because your mind was working overtime, and your body was not tense. If you knew I was about to burst through your hymen, you would have tensed up, and I would have hurt you much more than I did. Let me make it better, I promise you, it will never hurt like that again."

Patricia was still in pain, but she nodded her head in ascent. He withdrew fractionally and moved back in. He felt her tense up, but he continued to move. Ever so slowly, he moved further out, and picked up speed. Moments turned to minutes, and still she did not move. He kissed her face, and watched for her eyes to relax and stop showing fear. He moved his right hand down to her nether lips, and played with her hood until her clit popped out. He grabbed it, between his thumb and forefinger, and twirled it between them. Her eyes finally showed life. Her hips began to roll with his, because of the double pleasure of the movement of his hips, and his hand torturing her clit.

Her eyes changed from fear to fire. They were now one; climbing the same stairway towards satisfaction, orgasm, and heaven.

"Is it okay if I put the remainder of him inside you?"

"Are you kidding me; there is more of him? Where are you going to put him? I am full to overflowing now."

"Trust me, Patty, he will fit. You took him into your throat with ease, which amazed me. Your vagina is built to accept him. You will have very little trouble taking the rest of me."

"How much is the remainder of you?"

"I don't have a tape measure, but I would say about 3 to 4 inches."

"You are out of..."

Stephano did it again. Without warning, he slid the remainder of his thick monster inside Patty, moving through her cervix and into her womb.

Patty screamed in pain again. She pounded his head and chest in a fury. "You prick; you said there would be no more pain. What would you call what you just put me through?"

He saw the right hand coming. He grabbed it just in time to surprises, nothing else that will take you away from the pleasure of making love. I swear it on all that I hold holy." avoid it making contact with his ear.

"Patricia, stop it. I am in you as far as I can go. There are no more 

She was angry as hell with him, but the look in his eyes made her believe him. However, she had one more warning for him.

"Steph, have you ever heard of a breakfast called 'Rocky Mountain Oysters."

No, I haven't, why?"

"I will be preparing a similar dish in the morning if you hurt me like that again. Its two eggs, grits, hash browns, toast, and two large Bulls Balls, poached. Do you understand what ingredient I will be substituting if you hurt me again?"

"Patty, my balls will be firmly attached to my body in the morning. Your body will know only pleasure from this point forward. No more talking about Bulls Balls, to quote you, 'Let's have fun.'"

"Okay."

"Okay; that's all you have to say?"

"You said no more talking, so I stopped. When are you going to start? The bus has left the station, without the driver."

"No darling, if you feel something deep inside your belly that is the driver. That's me, I will steer the course to the stars for both of us, for now. When you get your license, you can drive."

"Boring."

"Spanking"

"Remember what my father said to you, at the wedding."

"Yes, there is that problem to be handled."

He withdrew his hips to the edge of her cervix, slid back in and did it three more times. She felt the friction of the crown of his penis against the ridge, and her blood pressure started to rise.

"More please, Steph, take more out, and put it back in."

He complied by withdrawing several inches he put in last, and pushed it back.

"Oh Steph, take more out. Take more out and put it in faster, please move faster. It's beginning to feel good. The pain is going away, and it feels wonderful."

He didn't answer her, he just followed her wishes. He withdrew nearly the entire way, and pummeled his way all the way into her as fast as his hips would allow him. He was amazed when her hips first awkwardly joined his, and then found his rhythm, and kept up with his. Her nails dug into his back. Her legs wrapped around his waist. He had never had any woman fold herself, in half, around his body as she was now. She could grab her knees with her hands, if she wanted. She never ceased to amaze him.

They moved together, hips pounding against hips, his hand was hurting, but he did not let go of her clitoris. The color in her chest changed to bright red, her breathing became quicker, and her eyes closed. Her hands moved up from his back to the top of his shoulders, pulling him ever closer to her. He responded by moving both of his hands around her chest to enfolding her in his arms. He knew she was on the cusp of her first penile induced orgasm. He wanted it to be the best he could possibly give her. He did not know if he would cum with her, because of the blowjob she had given him. It would be fun to continue on, and give her a second orgasm, without stopping.

He felt her entire body tense up. Her neck extended as far back as it could go. He felt a cascade of liquid flow over, around his cock, down her sheath, and onto his balls. It flowed so fast it felt like it had been fired from a cannon. Then Patty screamed at a decibel level that would have shattered concrete. His partner, his wife, his beloved Patricia was swallowed whole by a gigantic, life affirming orgasm.

Patricia felt as if she was consumed by an avalanche. She was being twisted, cartwheeled, and turned, as the snow carried her down the mountain, to certain death, or to a whole new life. As she saw a deep cavern, and certain death approaching her, she felt a flaming hot blast of liquid scorch the tender tissues of her womb. This feeling magnified her orgasm, and took her into orbit. The mountains and snow disappeared. The skies opened up, and she could see every star in the universe. Complex formulas she had been working on for years, danced before her eyes. Everything she had ever wanted to accomplish in her life now lay at her feet. Her two beautiful little girls were nursing at her breast. If this was an orgasm, she wanted more of them, many, many more. She smiled inwardly, "Beware Stephano, You have awoken the Dragon!"

She awoke with Stephano sleeping on her chest. She kissed his ear, and asked, "Was that the best you could do?"

He mumbled, "You are a dead woman. After you came, you tightened your Kegel muscles down on my dick, and the only way I could extricate myself from you was to continue fucking you, until I came. Finally, you relaxed your muscles, and I was able to slip out. Where were you; where did you go?"

"Do you remember I told you my mother said I was going to be very inventive in bed? Well Steph, I had a vision, while I was having my wonderful husband induced orgasm. When you came inside me, it became more vivid. I am pregnant. You have just given me our girls. I saw the answers to problems I have been working on for months. I have solved Harold's problems. It happened because you cleared all my doubts and fears away, when you came in me. Thank you Steph, I love you very much. However, I saw one other thing in my vision you should fear. You have awoken me sexually, or as I saw in my dream, 'You have awoken the Dragon.' Beware what you wished for husband, because you have received it."

"Oh shit," Stephano said with a smile on his face, "I have married a nymphomaniac. Thank you Lord, may we die in bed in 100 years."

Patty laughed. "One thing is for sure, Steph, we will burn off every calorie from the food I cook."

"You can bet your ass on that, Patty."

"Married for less than five hours, and you are already after my ass. What is it with you?"

"I have always said that you have the most beautiful ass I have ever seen. I want to claim it as mine."

"You can't, because it belongs to me."

"50/50 remember, you have to share it with me."

"Very sneaky Stephano; you asked the lord for 100 years. I will give it to you in half that time."

"No you won't, Patty. I will have it when you are 62 years old, at the latest; one-half of our married life. However, if I have released the Dragon, I will probably have it by Thanksgiving."

"You are getting good at this Steph, but I do not have feathers, therefore I am not a turkey. You can eat me for Thanksgiving, you can even fuck me. However, my behind is on a page with double digits, and you will not get that far for a long time."

"Thanksgiving is nearly 6 weeks away, and a lot can happen in that amount of time." He took her in his arms, kissed her, and asked, "How do you feel?"

"If I knew breaking through my hymen was going to hurt that much, I would have had it surgically removed."

"And you say I am no fun. I chased you around for more than a year and a half. You kept saying you were a virgin, like a matador waving a red cape at a bull. Then on our wedding night, you think you could simply say to me, 'Oh, by the way, I had my hymen surgically removed, so you don't have to worry about hurting me, Stephano.' I would have hurt you alright, but in a totally different way."

"Is it really that important to a man, to know that his wife is pure? Men, like you, go around screwing every woman you can. Those women get married to other men. What about them?"

"If I fell in love with any of those women, I would have married one of them, without pause. Virginity did not mean anything to me, until I met one special woman. She drove me a wild. She did it with her teasing, her mind, but most of all, with her beauty. She played with me, when I was always the one who played other women. She turned the game totally around on me, and I was only used to being in the other position. She played my father, and in all my life I never saw anyone play him. She broke into an unbreakable computer in minutes, and we gave her hours to do it. She made all our computer experts look like high school students. I followed her around, like a puppy, until I did the worst thing possible; I left her."

"Steph, leaving each other was the best thing we ever did for our relationship. If we didn't do it, we wouldn't be here now."

"Instead of rehashing our past, and our pain, are you ready to play again?"

"Can I be on top this time?"

"What page was that on?"

"It was the second paragraph of page two."

"I am going to confiscate your computer. I may not live to one hundred and ten."

"Steph, you can have the computer; I memorized the book."

"Patty, please tell me you are lying to me. You did not memorize a complete sex manual."




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 22



"I told you I wanted to please you. It was the only way I could think of to do it. I have the technical knowledge; now all I need is the practical application, and I will be set to go."

"I am not talking to you anymore."

"You do not have to talk to me, just lie back, and enjoy what happens to your body. I believe you said that to me a short time ago."

"I hate you Patricia, I really do."

She pushed him down on to their bed, straddled his hips, and said, "I know you do, darling, but this guy seems interested in my proposition."

"Dammit, why isn't he asleep, when I want him to be asleep?"

"Because he now belongs to me, Steph, no one else will ever use him. You opened me with him, and he likes his new home. Nothing you can say or do will ever keep him from wanting to go back home as often as he can. He may only give me two children, but it does not mean he cannot practice the art of making love like you promised me from day one, in Central Park."

"Do you ever forget anything I said or did?"

"Steph, give me a day, and a time, and I'll tell you where we were, and what you said to me."

"Now I know you're lying to me. No one is that good."

"After I am finished fucking you, we will continue this discussion. Now I am interested in my next orgasm. I want to see if I can raise your IQ, a little, so you can be as smart as our children."

She grabbed his distended cock, slowly pushed it into position, and when she felt it at her opening, she descended slowly. Her eyes unfocused because all her sensory organs centered on her vagina. They felt his helmet pass through her opening and pasts the point he stopped the first time. She continued her trek past the remnants of her virginity, down to where he first touched her cervix. There she stopped. She was not ready to go through that pain again. She started moving up and down, and circling her hips as her readings told her to do. As she became more accustomed to these heady feelings, and her fluids flowed more rapidly, she moved faster and harder. She looked down at her husband's face, and asked, "Are you going to lie there and pout, or are you going to join me?"

No woman had ever challenged his manhood before, but this was no ordinary woman. This was Patricia, his wife, and if anyone could, she could turn the earth onto a different axis.

"I am going to join you. I am going to make you cum and let you see the entire universe at a glance. However, when we are finished, I am going to pick up the paddle, and spank you with it."

Patty continued her movements on his dick, as if she was disinterested in his threat. However, she answered him in a way that made the fire in his eyes turned from red to blue.

"Okay!"

"Fuck you, Patty."

"Wrong Stephano, I am fucking you."

She steeled nerves, and forced the last few inches of his organ into her body. 

'Shit, she thought, why did he have to be so big?' It hurt like hell getting past her cervix and into her womb. She refused to scream. She did not want to give him any hint that he hurt her again. She would get past this, and eventually get used to it. Other women had, and so would she, because she was the Dragon, and she had never seen a dragon cry before.

Stephano realized she was now fully seated on his organ. He grabbed her by her hips, and began pistoning in and out, using only the area inside the cervix. Every time his helmet hit the cervix, he would rotate his hips, so she could feel it, and drive back in, until their hips met.

Patty wanted more, but he was in control, and she could not pull out any further than he would allow.

"Steph, I want to turn around to do the 'Reverse Cowgirl.' Let go of my hips, please."

"I am going to have the doctors give you electro shock therapy. Our first day together, your first day as a sexual being, and you want to do the reverse cowgirl. I have to remove that book from your memory."

"Steph, you are talking again, while I am fucking you. Take your hands off my hips so I can turn around."

He did what he was told to do, and she started to turn. However, she did not go 180°; she stopped at 90°, grabbed his left leg, by his knee, and brought it up to her chest. She used it to balance herself, and continued jamming herself down on that monster of his. Her new sidesaddle position made it impossible for him to control her hips. She smiled at him, because she was in total control, and he was not happy about it. She was the smartest person he had ever known, or would ever know.

Patty felt him grow larger inside her. She said, "Steph, are you ready to cum already? This monster of yours is set on a hair trigger. I am going to have to fuck you, six or seven times a day, to make him perform longer."

As he was about to answer her, he fired four large shots of life-giving sperm into her womb. "You bitch, you cheated. On what page was that position? No one has ever had sex with me like that before. The pressure you put on the sides of my dick was so new and exciting, I could not control myself."

"You had better find another way to satisfy me. That position was only on page 5. What is going to happen, when I get to a page that starts with a double-digit?"

"Can I read the book, so I know what I'm in for?"

"No, what fun would that be. You thought you were going to teach me about sex. It turns out I am going to have to teach you about sex, sexual techniques, and how to control your orgasms. You poor man, lost in the dark ages, even with all your screwing around."

"You said it before, Patty. You have all the book knowledge. I have all the practical knowledge. We will make a perfect pair."

"So far, Steph, it is two to one in my favor. What would you like to bet this time?"

"You said you were pregnant. I bet you that you are not. It can't happen that quickly. Even I am not that good."

"Oh Stephano, you are such a fool. What do you want to bet? Remember, turnabout is fair play."

"Patricia, I want to fuck you in the ass. I want to teach you a lesson in humility. I want to show you, you are not right all the time. What do you want?"

"I guess you didn't listen to me, again. I said, "Turnabout is fair play. When I tell you I am pregnant, and I can prove it to you, I am going to fuck you in the ass."

"Patty, you don't have the equipment to fuck me in the ass."

"Steph, I can buy it online, or at the local sex shop."

"Oh Shit, I forgot about that. Can I change that bet?"

"No way Stephano, you want my ass so badly, I am going to show you what it feels like, before you get a chance to take it."

"You are mean, Patricia."

"Why do you say that, Steph? Homosexual men do it all the time."

"I am not homosexual."

"I don't know what you're worried about. According to you, I could not possibly be pregnant."

"I am going to use condoms from now on, to prove you are not pregnant. With those early pregnancy tests, you should be able to tell in two weeks or less. I want to watch you, while you do the tests. I want to make sure you don't cheat."

"I told you that you were pervert. You just want to watch me pee, so you can get your rocks off. Do you want to hold the test strips while I'm doing it?"

"I think I will. I will make sure you don't contaminate them with chlorinated water."

"Why don't you let me pee in your mouth, and you can put the test strips in there? You will be absolutely sure they were not tampered with."

"Very funny Patricia, but I think I will pass."

"I knew you would not do it. It was on a page, with double digits."

"I am going to hate that book forever."

"You just found out about that book today. How do you know you will hate it? According to you, the blowjob I gave you was the best you ever had. The sidesaddle made you cum like a teenage boy. I do not know what you are complaining about?"

"I am complaining because you made me wait for a year and a half to do this with you. I am complaining because I have never cum like a teenage boy, since I was a teenager. I am complaining, because I have never had a woman give me oral sex like you did in all my life. I now know what I was missing. I must have had sex 3000 times, before I met you, and now all of that means nothing to me, because of you. All those memories, all those beautiful women, all those days, and nights of pleasure, have just gone out the window, because of you."

"Isn't that the way it's supposed to be? You fall in love, and are you are having sex because you are in love, not because you are having fun. Unless you promised those women something more, or they expected something more from you, all you were expecting were nights of pleasure."

"I never led any of those women on. They knew I was not on the market. Whether it was in high school or graduate school, they knew, in advance, that it was a short-term assignation."

"Then you should not have any problems forgetting them. You say that I am beautiful, and you say that they were beautiful. You know they were intelligent and you know that I am intelligent. You know that they were good in bed, and you are finding out that I am good in bed. I don't understand what your problem is."

"Patricia, are you ticklish?"

"I don't know no one has tried to tickle me before. I might revert to my karate training and kill them if they tried."

"You just lied to me. Your cheeks flushed when you said 'karate training.' I have just found your 'Tell.' I think I will try to tickle you, and see how you react."

"Okay, give it your best shot. Let me know what you find out."

Stephano looked at her hardened eyes, and said, "Oh shit, I have been had again. You're not ticklish, are you? I could waste the entire day, and not find a single spot on you that is ticklish."

"My mom used to try it."

"I am beginning to dislike you wife. Do you have any weaknesses at all?"

"Yes, of course I do. I love food; all kinds of food. That's why I memorize cookbooks. I love Italian, French, and Spanish food. I also like Chinese food, but I'm always hungry two hours later. However, I find it is not very good when it's reheated."

"You even lie with a straight face. What am I supposed to do with you Patricia?"

"How does 'Love me for the rest of my life sound?'"

"It sounds very reasonable to me."

"Are you hungry?"

"I could eat."

"I am not getting dressed, and neither are you. If you get frisky, I'll be in the kitchen."

"I'm not making love to you, until we find out if you're pregnant or not."

"I would suggest you buy a large supply of condoms. I have decided to wait for three months before I take the test."

"You wouldn't do that to me."

Patty smiled at him, and gave him 'Tweety Birds' favorite answer. "You don't know me very well, do you?"

Stephano threw a pillow at her as she sashayed out of the bedroom.

Patricia grinned because she knew she had dodged a bullet. She was one of the most ticklish persons she knew. If anyone wanted to distract her, all they had to do was come at her with two fingers raised in the air. They would wiggle them at her, and she would be gone in an instant. Hopefully, Stephano would never find that out.

Her mother would tickle her, also. While they were playing around the house, when she was a young teen, her mom would sneak up behind her and tickle her sides. It gave them both a great deal of pleasure, because it was the only way to get Patty away from her books, and her computer. It helped get her playtime, which Laura thought was mandatory for a young, growing, teenage girl. She would continue to tickle her, until she agreed to get on her yearling, and go riding with her. Her horses' name was 'Timeless.'

Patty made a 30-minute meal of Beef Bourgeon, with noodles. She warmed up a loaf of French bread, and opened a bottle of wine. Stephano was a pain in the ass. He snuck up behind her and hit her once with the paddle.

She said to him if he did it again, the pot with boiling water for the noodles would be on his lap, and the antiseptic she purchased would be of no help for his prick. He backed off, because of the look in her eyes. After knowing her for a year and a half, he still had a lot to learn about his new wife. 

It was after midnight, before they finished their meal, cleaned up the kitchen, and retired to the bedroom. He started playing with her breasts, and then moved his hands lower, to the triangle area of her thighs. Patty reminded him of his oath.

"Steph, you said you were going to make love to me, until after you found out if I was pregnant or not. Don't get me all worked up and leave me there. It will be the shortest marriage in history."

"I had no intention of leaving you hanging, baby. When I start something, I always follow through to the end."

"If you can't make love to me, how are you going to go to the end?"

"I don't care if I get you pregnant, the last time, this time, the next time, or the time after that. I love you too much to wait any longer to make love to you. You have tempted me with your body, and your mind, since the day we met. You danced with me, put your body against mine, and I was yours. There was nothing I could do about it. I thought about things I had never done to a woman before, because I wanted you so desperately. I have you now, and nothing is going to keep me from having you."

"Steph, forget about our bet. Make love with me. We may be bleary-eyed in the morning when we get on to the helicopter, but we will be happy. I will tell you one thing I know for sure, I am pregnant. I felt, and saw it happen as part of the revelation I had. It was part of all the wonderful things I saw when you came in me. Our children are in my belly, along with my new programs, and the mathematical equations I have been working on for months. They have been cleared up in my mind. I figured all these things out when I became at peace with myself."

He didn't say anything about her dream. He said, "What page do you want to work on now?"

"Forget about the page number; make love with me, until the sun comes up. If you fall asleep, I will use the paddle on you."

He tried, but by 6:30 AM, they were both unconscious. It had been a long day, and a strenuous evening. He lay on top of her, with his semen dripping out of her vagina, and their hands interlocked. Her legs were around his thighs, and neither one of them was letting the other go.

When Rita banged on the door at 8 o'clock. A bleary-eyed Stephano answered it in his birthday suit. She looked down at his shriveled appendage, smiled, and said, "It would appear that Patricia had a very good time last night."

"Shut up; get Paul, come in here, and make coffee; lots and lots of coffee. We are going to leave a little bit later, than we thought." He held his hands over his ears, and asked, "What is all that banging over there?"

"That's your construction crew, starting on your new house. Did you forget about that?"

"Remind me to kill Brad, when we come back."

"Why, he is busting his ass to do what you wanted him to do."

"I didn't realize I'd be up until almost 6:30 a.m. trying to pacify my wife."

"So, Patty kept you busy all night?"

"I will quote her. " Steph, you have released the Dragon."

Rita laughed. "Stephano, you have stepped in a world of shit. That girl should have been sexually active, from the time she was 16. She has eight years to catch up on. You are either going to be the beneficiary of that sexual deficiency, or you are going to die with a huge smile on your face."

"Rita get Paul, and make us coffee. Strong black coffee and a lot of it. If you don't, I think I will die."

Patty arrived at the door, in a sheer gown, and wearing a big smile. "Is my poor husband complaining that he ran out of gas last night, and fell asleep in my arms? The poor man has no stamina at all. He talks a good game, but his best years are apparently behind him."

Rita burst out laughing, as Stephano turned beet red.

"A nuclear powered machine could not have kept up with you last night. I want to know the name of that book you read. I want every copy burned, and banished from the Internet. I never want you to think about it again."

Rita looked stunned. "Patty, you memorized a sex manual?"

"It wasn't as long as the cookbooks I memorized, but it was fun reading."

"I am going to have to make sure the helicopter stabilizers are functioning perfectly. I can see you two are going to be bouncing around in the back, every chance you get."

"I don't think so, Rita. He will probably want to sleep, while we are in the air. As I said, my poor husband has no stamina at all."

"Fuck You, Patty!"

Patty grabbed his arm, and started dragging him towards the bedroom. He resisted with every ounce of strength he had left in him. "Patricia, I was only joking."

"You bastard, never joke with me from now on, when it comes to sex. I am going to want it all the time."

Stephano turned to find Rita sitting on the floor, holding her sides, and laughing as hard as she could.

"Rita, if you keep doing that, I'm going to fire you."

"Stephano, I hate to tell you this, but this is the funniest thing I have ever seen. A total role reversal, where Patty is now in control of your body, and you are afraid of hers. If you fire us, we will abide by the nondisclosure agreement, but we will have memories to last us more than two lifetimes."

Patty hit Stephano on the back of his head. "You made them sign a nondisclosure agreement?"

"It's a standard business practice. Why did you hit me?"

"If you think I just hit you, wait until I really hit you. Tear up the NDA, before I break both your arms."

"Yes dear."

That was it; Rita could take no more. She left the house laughing uncontrollably. She ran to find Paul. He would not believe what had happened overnight. He would want to see and hear it firsthand. Stephano, with a ring through his nose, being controlled by Patricia. He would never believe something so radical had taken place. The Dominant had become the Submissive. A complete reversal of roles had occurred, since that poor man had said the words "I Do." As he thought about it, he started to laugh. Rita saw the change in his demeanor and joined him. They laughed all the way to the house, and continued laughing while they were making coffee.

Stephano yelled from the bedroom, "You two are fired, right after you finish making the coffee."

Shortly after Stephano finished that statement, they heard bodies hitting the floor. There was obviously a fight going on in the bedroom. Shortly afterwards Stephano yelled, "I give up already, leave me alone."

"Hirer them back right now or I will break its neck. They are our friends, not just your employees. They helped you get me out of the hospital. Did you forget that already? I swear you are going senile. You probably will not remember the names of our children. I will have to stencil their names onto their foreheads so you can remember who they are, and that they belonged to us."

"Okay, I'm sorry. Paul, Rita, you have jobs for life. Even when you can't fly anymore, you will be welcomed to stay here with us."

"You see that wasn't so hard, was it? You acted like a normal human being. It may take me another 50 years to get you to act properly, but I promise you, I will beat the shit out of you, until you get there."

Rita started laughing again, and dropped coffee cups onto the floor, while she was doing so.

Patty yelled, "You are paying for those."

"The entertainment you have provided us this morning has made it worth every penny."

"You won't think so, when you get the bill. That is Wedgewood China, and you have to buy them by the place setting. How many did you break?"

"Four cups and two saucers."

"You got lucky, at $4600 per place setting, it will come to just under $20,000, including delivery, and insurance."

"$20,000 for four place settings! You have to be kidding me. Nothing cost that much."




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 22



"When I finish bandaging Stephano's wounds, I will show you what they cost online."

Patty was not going to let her pay for the place settings, but it was fun tormenting Rita.

It was 8:50 AM, when they emerged from their bedroom. Stephano had bandages on both of his ears, and one on his face. He warned both Paul and Rita not to laugh, because he was in no mood to hear it."

Paul said, "Steph, I thought you were in charge of everything."

Softly, Stephano replied, "So did I, until last night. She nearly killed me."

Paul smiled, "You lucky dog, you got a virgin, and turned her into a nymphomaniac."

"I did nothing of the sort. She memorized a book, all 597 pages of sexual material. She knows more than I do, and some of the positions she was in last night, blew me away. I have never cum so hard, and so often, I thought my balls were going to wind up near my prostate."

"Stephano, all newly married men should be tormented, like you were. You have a wildcat on your hands, and all you have to do is tame her."

"Tame Patty, are you nuts? An army with tanks, and artillery could not do it. You want me to do it on my own?"

"Yes, sex is a weapon when it is used properly."

"I know, and she is using it against me."

"You can't turn the tables on her?"

"I told you, she knows more about sex, than I do."

"Man, you are in big trouble.

"Tell me something I don't know, Paul. I have scratches an inch deep on my back, and I don't think my dick will come up for a week."

Patty walked into the kitchen, wearing an ankle length dress; and a look on her face that could freeze Lake Erie. "If that area of your body that belongs to me doesn't function properly, you are going to be black and blue by the time we get to Toronto. When we get to our real destination, you will wish that your entire body were dead. The pain you gave me last night when you took my virginity will be nothing compared to what you go through today."

She turned, smiled, and said, "Good morning Paul. What is the weather like for our flight?"

"The weather is just great, Patty, but I think we are going to have a very rough flight."

Rita coughed, and dropped another coffee cup, smashing it on the floor.

Patty laughed at her. "Rita it is cheaper if you buy a service for eight."

"If I don't get out of here soon, I'm going to be an indentured servant, like Brad."

"Is Bonnie out there with him this morning?"

"She's sitting on the hood of his Corvette in a pair of short shorts and a halter top. Brad is walking around with an erection so big, all the workers are laughing at him. If you think the men are crude with their jokes, the women are absolutely outrageous."

"You know he doesn't have to be here, don't you?"

"No I didn't, Patty. He is the architect; I thought he had to be here all the time."

"Nope, after all the plans are drawn up and approved, all he has to do is come around every once and again to make sure they're being followed. The engineer has to be out here more often than that; but the true leader is the construction boss. He plans everything down to the last nut and bolt. The only reason Brad is here is to get away from his mother and grandmother. He is getting dirty to show he was at the jobsite, and then he Bonnie will probably disappear to the barn, his house, or her apartment. Don't make any plans for April, there's going to be a wedding."

Stephano said, "Patty, you specifically told him not to get married in April. You told him not to follow in his mother's footsteps, and to defy what their tradition has been. If they are in love, and having sex, what is the difference if they live together, or get married in December like you suggested?"

"Stephano, sometimes I think you went to school, and didn't learn anything. Who controls their family business?"

"His mother does."

"Who controls the family money?"

"His grandmother does."

"Stephano his mother and grandmother got married in April. In what month should Brad and Bonnie get married; April or December?"

"Sometimes I am a little short on street sense, but I think it might be better and more logical for Brad and Bonnie to get married in April."

"Guys, I have married a genius. Rita, don't drop that cup."

"Stop making me laugh, Patty"

As they boarded the helicopter, for the 1 ½ hour trip to Toronto, Patty said, "Paul, I want you to fly us there. I don't want Rita to try to get even with me for the cost of the china."

"Patty, that's not fair. This was my turn to fly."

"You can fly back to Glens Falls. I'm not taking a chance on breaking my neck, because of rough air, or pilot error."

"I would never do that to you, not ever."

"Can we leave now please; I don't want to miss our connection."

Stephano asked, "What connection?"

"If I wanted you to know that, I would have told you. This is my wedding gift to you."

"We said we were not giving each other wedding gifts."

"I know, but I got you one anyway. I love you, even though you are imperfect. I will work on that until you die; regardless of how short or long that is."

"Very funny Patricia; you get funnier by the minute."

"Thank you Steph, I guess you've noticed I got my sense of humor back."

"Bullshit!"

"You will regret that remark. Get in the helicopter, before I throw you in."

Rita said, "I wouldn't mind seeing that."

"Get in the flight deck, Rita, before I fire you again."

Patty moved menacingly towards Stephano, and he jumped into the luxurious helicopter quickly. She climbed up the three steps, and sat down opposite him.

"I love it Steph, when you listen to me, especially when it is for your own good."

Paul got on the intercom, as the blades of the helicopters began to turn. "Are you ready back there?"

Patty lifted her ankle length skirt up to her hips, and showed her husband she was naked underneath. Her pussy was already moist, and her clit was protruding through the lips of her vulva. She smiled, and asked him, "Are we ready back here?"

Stephano hit the intercom button and said to Paul, "Yes Paul, we are both ready."

The takeoff was not a smooth as it normally was. Stephano's face attacked Patty's pussy like an animal that had not eaten in a month, and forced her into the back of her chair. He pulled her hips off the seat to give his tongue and teeth a better angle. He bit the lips surrounding her clit to drive her crazy. He had to remove his shirt because she was soaking it with her discharge. He discarded everything else, because he knew neither one of them would be satisfied after she came.

She was riding high on a cloud, when he inserted two fingers into her pussy, and began to stroke them in and out. The double pleasure of his teeth on her clit and his fingers in her cunt, were driving her towards her orgasm.

He began moving his thumb up and down her taint, while his fingers were busy fucking her, and his tongue was tormenting her clit.

Her hips moved in a concerted effort to reach the mind- blowing orgasms of yesterday, but she held off cuming, until she was sure she would get there.

He knew he could help her. When his thumb was sufficiently lubricated, and her mind was totally absorbed in an effort to hold off her orgasm, he moved his mouth over her left nipple and began to suck on it, like a baby. Her hand caressed his head pulling him closer to her. He felt her relax for a second, and when she did, he bit her nipple, as he slid his thumb deep into her rectum.

She didn't know what to do first. Scream at him for biting her nipple, or sticking his thumb up her behind. She hadn't made a decision, when a massive orgasm overtook her. She went blank.

Patricia woke up looking at a glass of orange juice, with a wet towel on her head and a warm towel covering her pussy. Stephano said, "You made quite a mess my dear."

"You stuck your thumb up my ass, my dear. I think I will break it."

"If you recall, you did not scream in pain, or yell at me. At the time, I believe you liked it, because you came like Niagara Falls."

"I came because you bit my nipple, you bastard. That hurt, and you know it."

"Can I kiss it and make it better?"

"Yes, but if you do anything else to it, your balls belong to me."

"My balls already belong to you. You have to come up with another threat to scare me."

"You haven't seen them nailed to a wall."

"You are right, of course; that would scare me. How about your ass? Can I kiss it, and make that feel better?"

"Pervert."

"I didn't hurt you did I?"

"No you didn't, but it does not mean you're getting free access there."

"It excited you, and put you over the top, didn't it?"

"Oh look, there's a bird flying along with us."

"I don't care if there is a flight of geese flying along with us. Did your orgasm intensify because I shoved my thumb up your ass?"

"You are real prick Steph, when you want to be. Yes it did, but it also felt demeaning, because that's an exit not an entrance."

"Where in the sex manual you memorized, does it say that? On what page will I find that information?"

"You will not live to get that far into the book."

"Patricia, I thought you never lied. You are lying to me now, aren't you?"

"Dammit Stephano, this is what I get for giving you a little pleasure, instead of sitting here doing nothing on our way to Toronto."

"Patty, you know I love you above all other things. You know I will never pressure you into doing something you don't want to do. I just want an honest answer from you. Did it excite you enough to intensify your orgasm?"

"Yes Stephano, it did. I was ashamed of myself, and excited by it at the same time. You didn't hurt me, you didn't even surprise me. When I felt you rubbing the area below my vagina, I knew what you were doing. I was sure you were going to put a finger in me. I could have stopped you, but I didn't. For the life of me, I don't know why I didn't. I guess I was curious, and wanted to know what it felt like."

"Patty, we don't have to go any further, if you don't want to, or we can proceed at any pace you want. I never want to hurt like I did when I took your virginity. There was nothing I could do about that, but there is when it is time to take your anal cherry. There are anesthetic lubricants that can deaden the pain of entry, and I can enter you as slowly as you want. There is no rush. We have an awful lot of tomorrows in our lives."

Patty smiled at him, and said, "I believe you said I could wait until I was 64. That sounds like a good number to me."

Stephano reached across the cabin and grabbed Patty's arm. She screeched as he pulled her across his lap, lifted her dress over her naked behind and began spanking her.

"Patricia, how many years did you say you were going to make me wait?"

"40 years Stephano."

His hand came crashing down on her behind and he asked her the same question.

Patricia said, "What if we split it evenly and say 20 years."

Stephano replied, "Whatever conveyance we are meeting in Toronto, unless I get a very good answer, you are going to be standing until our destination." His hand came crashing down on her naked bottom again, and she screeched in pain.

"Steph you are not being fair. How about five years?"

"You are getting closer, but still too far away for my tastes, dear."

"What would you like me to say?"

"I know this is going to sound open ended, but it's not. I want you to say, 'As soon as I am ready.' I know you will not lie to me, because when you are ready you will tell me so."

Patty scrambled up off his knees, and climbed onto his lap. She kissed him tenderly, and put her head on his shoulder. "I can do that Steph. ' As soon as I am ready I will tell you.' I promise."

"That's good enough for me."

A voice came over the intercom and said, "The next time you two want to play around back there, would you please turn the intercom button off. I'm trying to fly and my wife has her pants down by her ankles playing with herself. It is very distracting."

Stephano laughed and said, "You could have put the helicopter on auto cruise, drop your pants and had her sit on your lap. It's not like it would have been the first time you two have done that, would it?"

Paul replied, "We can't do that with passengers in the back. It wouldn't look good if we crashed and the NTSB said the cause of the accident was the pilots were screwing, instead of flying the aircraft. They may take our licenses away, permanently. The press would have a field day with it, but our parents would die of shame."

They heard a loud groan come over the intercom and Paul said, "Thank goodness, she just came. She will have to clean up the seats and floors when we land, but at least she can put her pants back on, and I can concentrate on what I am supposed to do."

"Fuck off Paul, if I was flying there would be cum all over the windscreen. You two people are hazardous to fly with. Now that you're married, are you going to fuck everywhere you go?"

Patty looked at Stephano, and he looked at her. Simultaneously they said, "YES!"

Rita replied, "Oh my God, I'm going to have to wear a pad every time we are ready to depart."

"How do you think I felt every time you two ran off to a hotel to screw your brains out?"

"We were already married."

"We are married now. We have a lot of catching up to do."

Rita said, "Stephano is right, she has turned into a nymphomaniac. He will not live to see 30."

Patty responded, "He may have gray hair, but he will be in such good shape, women will fawn all over him. He is mine, for the rest of his natural life. If he screws around on me, he knows what the consequences will be."

Stephano said, "Patty, why would I settle for popcorn, when I have caviar in front of me."

"Stephano, I hope you love caviar, because you are going to be eating a lot of it."

Paul and Rita started laughing in the flight deck and the helicopter started jerking up and down. 

The air traffic controller asked if they had a problem.

Paul responded, "No sir, we just hit a patch of clear air turbulence at 9500 feet. It shook us up pretty good."

The air traffic controller came back and said, "You are 65 miles southeast of the Toronto airport, contact Toronto approach control at 135.27. Have a good day."

"135.27; going to Toronto approach control, thank you for your help."

20 minutes later they landed by a hangar at the Toronto airport. Patty's hair was a mess, so she took a little time to straighten it out. Customs agents came out to check the helicopter; check their passports and welcomed them to Canada. They asked the purpose of them visit, and Patty took one of their arms and asked them to come with her.

Stephano looked at the other officer, shrugged his shoulders, and tagged along. Rita and Paul were also in the dark, so they went along also.

As they approached the hangar door, it started to open. Inside was a gleaming new Challenger 850 Jet Aircraft.

Stephano stopped dead in his tracks, but Rita and Paul charged at the aircraft yelling, "Can we have it, please?"

They climbed up the staircase, like children opening presents at Christmas.

Stephano looked at his wife and said, "What am I supposed to do with that?"

"Dycke said you were going to have to make a lot of trips down to Charleston. I checked and there are no direct flights from any of the New York area airports to Charleston. You would have to fly into Dulles and change planes or into Atlanta and change there. That's too much time wasted, and away from me and your children. It is much cheaper than a Gulfstream and it is just as fast. It has trans-Atlantic range and it seats 11 people. I could have gotten you a smaller one, but the previous buyer reneged on, so I got it at a steal."

"Patty, what do you consider a steal?"

"I got it $2 million below list price."

"Patricia, you did not answer my question."

"$19 million, but it has every available option on it, and they will even teach you to fly it if you want."

"If you tell Paul that, he will kill me."

"In that case, we will have them train all three of you. My dad is going after the estate of the former director of the NSA, and he is sure we will get at least half of it, if not more. Would you like to go into your aircraft now?"

"Do you think Paul and Rita will allow us in?"

"If you tell them we are going to train them to fly it, they will kiss your feet, and your ass; but I'm not sure in what order."

"I think I'll take my pants off, because either way, I will enjoy it when Paul kisses my ass."

Patty smacked him on the back of his head, and said, "I am glad you said Paul, because if you said Rita, I would have put you under the front wheel of that aircraft and run over you with it."

"Honey, I knew better than to say that to you. Let's go onboard our aircraft, and see what damage they've done to it already. We can use it to fly out to Harold's wedding next weekend."

"Stephano, I swear I'm going to have to do something about your memory. They are not getting married next weekend. They are getting married in two weeks."

"Patty that's what I meant, one week from Saturday."

She turned at the top of the stairs to the aircraft, and looked at him with evil intent in her eyes. She said, "If you lie to me one more time today, you will sleep on the floor for the rest of our honeymoon."

"Yes dear."

The laughter from the flight deck was uproarious. Rita called out to Patty, "Do you want a gold or platinum nose ring for him?"

Stephano yelled out, "That remark just cost you flight training on this aircraft Rita. Paul if you say one word you're not getting trained on it either."

Rita cried out in pain, "Patty, do something. Please help me. I'll be good, I promise. I won't laugh at him anymore. It will be hard, because he is so easy, but I will try, honest, I will try."

"Will you break any more of my dishes?"

"If I have to, I will buy you a service for eight."

"Do you see Stephano; she did not lie to me. She knows she will probably break more of my dishes trying not to laugh at you. I love you my husband, but you cannot control your temper. It flares up, and in the next second, you are as calm as a lamb. Rita, you can have your flight training back. There is only that one provision, you have to be nice to my husband."

"Nice! I have to be nice to him. I thought our deal was I cannot laugh at him."

"Rita, do you want to learn how to fly this airplane?"

"Oh Patricia, you are breaking my heart."

"Okay, get out of the flight deck. This is the last time you will see it from that seat."

Rita grabbed a yoke that controlled the aircraft's movements, and started to cry.

In an angry voice, Patricia said, "Rita, get out of their now."

"I can't, it won't let me go. I promise to be nice to Stephano from now on. If I have to, I will cut my tongue out."

Paul said, "No you won't; you give the best blow jobs I have ever had. Without your tongue, I would suffer for the rest of my life."

"I don't care; I want to fly this airplane."

Paul looked at Patricia and said, "There has to be a happy medium. I won't let her lo see her tongue."

"Paul, maybe they should work it out by themselves. If he gets too high and mighty, I will smack him, with his paddle. If she gets out of hand, you can borrow Stephano's paddle, and use it on her. Agreed?"

"Absolutely; it will be easier on my hand. Her ass is like a rock. Don't get me wrong, I love it, but a paddle would be wonderful."

Stephano said, "What did I do wrong?"

Patty looked at him and said, "Do you want the entire list, or do you want me to give you a synopsis?"

"No, don't bother; I don't think I want to hear any of it. Where did you say we were going on our honeymoon, and who is going to fly us there?"

"We are going to Fairbanks, Alaska to see the northern lights. Then we are going to Vancouver to do some whale watching. They are heading northbound at this time of year. Then we are flying south, to have dinner with Bill and Melinda. I am going to show him how my programs work. I promised him I would do it at our wedding. Then we are going to Vail, Colorado, so you can learn how to ski. After that we will fly into Sedona for Callie and Harold's wedding."




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 22



"Okay big shot; who is going to teach you how to ski?"

"I read the manual, it seems easy enough. I will start on this little slopes before I go on the black slopes."

Rita started to laugh.

Patty turned and said, "Which one of us are you laughing at?"

Fearfully Rita said, "Me, I wasn't laughing at either of you. I just noticed that all the readouts were in French."

Paul responded, "Patty, do you happen to have that paddle with you?"

"No, but you can find it on top of my dresser, at the house. Use it liberally, because if she lies to me again, I will let Stephano use it on her."

Stephano smiled widely, and received a smack on the back of his head because of it. "No, Steph, she is not going to be naked."

"I knew that, but you can't stop me from visualizing it."

"How much would you like to bet on that, Stephano?"

"Are you going to ruin all my fun for the rest of my life?"

Patty smiled sweetly, kissed him on the cheek, and said, "YES."

"Mrs. Valentino, I am beginning not to like you."

"You are just beginning not to like me? Where have you been for the last year and a half? You knew what I was, and you continued to pursue me. I left you, and you still pursued me. You left me, but came after me again. You are just a sucker for punishment, and I am going to punish you, until you get it right."

"What am I supposed to get right?"

"Your life, of course. Your head is still screwed on wrong. I will endeavor in every way I can to put on correctly. You will love some of it, but you will hate most of it; just like you are beginning to hate me. However, our love is stronger than you hate me."

"In other words, wife, you are going to bend me to the breaking point, and just before I get there, you are going to let me go."

"Oh no Stephano, I would never be that cruel. I'm going to break you. There is no sense putting all that work in, and let it go to waste. Just remember, my love, hate is the closest thing to love."

"I think I want an annulment."

"I think I can prove that we have consummated our marriage, which means an annulment is not possible. If you want a divorce, you will have to agree that the children are mine and mine alone. No visitation rights, letters or cards until after they are 19 years old."

"I told you I am never letting you go. I am going to make your life as miserable as you make mine."

"It's about time you stood up on your hind end, and argued with me, Stephano. You can't let me run your life forever. Why do you let me do this to you? We are in this together, 50-50, remember? Stand up for yourself; don't let me get away with this shit."

"I ought to kill you dead. I swear I thought you were serious. I never remember our agreement when you are like that. I should tan your hide, because of what you did to me just now."

She kissed him passionately, and said, "When we get into the air, there would be no one to stop you from doing it."

The flight crew climbed up the stairs; introduced themselves, and the flight attendant. They looked into the flight deck, and asked who the two people sitting there were.

Stephano told them that they were the helicopter crew, and they were going to learn how to fly this jet over the next few years. Until then, the three of you are permanently employed, if you wish. Your permanent station will be Albany, New York. We live in Glens Falls, which is 47 miles north of there. You will be doing a lot of charter work, but when I fly with you, it will be mostly to Charleston, South Carolina."

The pilots asked about contractual terms and money. 

Stephano told them to adhere strictly to the FAA mandates on flying time, and the amount of money he offered, was well in excess of what they were previously making. The flight attendant also received a very large increase in what she was making previously. Stephano believed happy employees with the best employees and like Rita and Paul, these three new employees were very happy.

Stephano said, "How soon can we get to Fairbanks?"

Capt. Hank Flair asked, "How soon can you get these two imposters out of my flight deck?"

Rita yelled at him. "It is not your flight deck, it belongs to all of us, and we were here first."

"Can I see your 'Class One A' flight certificate, please?"

"You are not playing fair."

"If you do not get out of that seat, I will not train you. I am a certified flight instructor, and I can make your life miserable."

"If you think you can make my life miserable, wait till Patricia digs her heels into you. Your brain will never be the same again. Don't ever show her the manual on flying this airplane. She will read it once, and know everything about it. She will be able to fly it like a 20 year veteran."

He looked and Patricia who smiled at him. He looked at Stephano and got the same smile. He said to him, "She's kidding me right?"

"Hank you have any children?"

"Yes sir, two boys, seven, and five years old."

"Don't bet them with her, you will lose. She already owns an architect."

"What do you mean she owns an architect?"

"Patty memorized three cookbooks. Brad, our architect, did not believe it was possible. He bet one year of his life as an indentured servant she couldn't do it. He went to her computer, looked up a recipe she supposedly memorized, told her to make it, and he would test her on the ingredients afterwards. The food was delicious. He tested her and left out one ingredient. She handed me a slip of paper, because she knew he left it out. He laughed because he thought he had her, until I showed him what she had written. He now has to take care of 35 acres of her property, her horses, and her barn. She also had him design our new house, with specifications she wanted. He did a great job, no, he did a magnificent job. I even had him as my best man at our wedding."

"Mrs. Valentino, flying an airplane is a totally different animal."

"Hank, is this aircraft fly by wire?"

"Yes, Mrs. Valentino, it is."

"First of all, Hank, Greg, Shirley, we are going to be together for a long time. I am Patty, and this is Stephano. Please use our first names. We are not stuffy old people that stand on ceremony. Next, do we have all the flight manuals regarding this aircraft, from hydraulics to the windshield wipers?"

Hank responded, "Yes Patty, we do."

"Very good; when we leave Seattle I will take off, with Hank keeping an eye on me. I will do all the calculations, including the pressure altitude."

Craig said, "How did you know about pressure altitude?"

"I read a lot, and by the time reach Seattle, I will know everything about this airplane there is to know."

Hank said, "It took me 1 ½ years to learn everything about this airplane, and you are going to do it in less than two weeks, while on your honeymoon?"

"If I wasn't married, I could do it 2 days."

Hank and Greg looked at Stephano, who simply nodded his head. Craig said, "She's that good?"

"No my friends, she's better than that. Paul, Rita, the flight deck is off-limits to you until you start your flight training; go home. It's time to start our honeymoon."

Rita said, "You already did that in the back of the helicopter."

Stephano replied, "Remember Rita, you said you were going to be nice."

"I am being nice. I am also telling the truth."

"Paul, do you remember where the paddle is?"

"It is indelibly etched in my mind."

"Give her 10 smacks for me, please."

Patty smacked him on the back of his head, and said, "Stephano, be nice."

Stephano twisted Patty around and smacked her on her rump. She screamed, "What was that for?"

"That was for butting into your husband's business. Be good or you'll get 10 more."

Patty whispered into his ear, "Oh goody!"

Stephano laughed.

Paul and Rita evacuated the flight deck, and shook hands with Hank, Greg, and Shirley. They told them that they were now employed by the two weirdest people on the planet, but also the most generous.

The pilots did the pre-flight around on the outside of the aircraft, while Shirley checked the supplies in the kitchen area. Patty walked up to her and said, "Shirley from now on, the crew eats what we eat."

Shirley looked at her and said, "No one has ever done for us before. We normally get fried chicken or a sandwich."

"Not anymore, Shirley; the only restriction is on alcohol. The flight crew is not allowed any of that, not even me. I am in the early stages of pregnancy, that's why I cannot drink."

"Congratulations Patty, your new husband works quickly."

"Yes, he impregnated me on the night he took my virginity."

"Wow, you waited until you got married to have sex? I lost it, when I was still in grade school, in the back of my moms' minivan."

"Did it hurt a lot when your boyfriend took your virginity?"

"No, it stung for a second, and I hardly bled at all. The only problem was it was over too soon. He was only two years older than I was, and came on the seventh stroke. I didn't even have time to warm up. I didn't know anything about foreplay for several years after that, but the sex got better, and so did I."

They took off, and headed northwest for the 7-hour trip to Fairbanks. When they landed in the bitter cold, rainy weather, it was only three hours later. A GMC Yukon picked them up and drove them to a posh resort, 90 minutes north of the city, off Route 2. Their suite was magnificent, and if the rain let up, and the clouds disappeared, they would be able to see the northern lights perfectly.

Stephano had other ideas. They had eaten on the aircraft, and slept for several hours while they were in the air. He was not tired. While Patty wanted to explore the shops inside the resort, Stephano wanted to explore his wife. He undressed completely while she was in the bathroom. When she exited, he put a large bath towel over her head, threw her over his shoulder, and dumped her on the bed. He pulled her ankle length dress up higher and higher until it uncovered everything including her breasts.

She was screaming and laughing at him at the same time. Once his mouth latched onto her left nipple, she stopped screaming. She held his head started to moan. Stephano found her Achilles' heel, and it was not her heel. Her nipples were attached to her soul and they controlled her emotions. Now she was his, book smart or not, he was in control of her, not the other way around.

He kept her head and arms captured under her dress, as she screamed in protest. With one hand, he twisted the material until it was tight. She was frustrated with her inability to get out of it. He whispered into her ear, "You are my captive. Behave or I will use a whip on your lovely ass.

Patricia yelled, "You wouldn't dare."

He took his mouth off her nipple, moved to her right flank, and gently bit into her flesh.

She screamed, "You sadist."

He moved south towards the fleshy part of her hip, and did it again.

She screamed again, "You bastard."

He moved to the top of her thigh and bit her again.

She screamed, "When I get out of this you had better not be in this room."

He moved further south and bit the top of the two fleshy lips at the top of her vagina.

He screamed once more, "Oh Fuck, you prick."

His tongue slithered down between the fleshy lips of her vulva, stopping to play with her exposed clit. When her hips reached up for him to play with it harder, he nipped it with his teeth, and she swore she was going to kill him.

Stephano's tongue went into overdrive, while playing with the exposed bundle of nerves. Their bed would need new sheets, if they went to sleep tonight. There was nearly a 2 foot in circumference with area in which they were playing. The aroma filling the room would leave no doubt how it got there.

Stephano had enough of foreplay, and his dick was as hard as cold rolled steel. As his fingers dug into her, he moved his head up and kissed her through the fabric that restricted her movements. He said, "Baby, you'll never guess who's awake."

Sarcastically, she said, "It's probably a dildo. You said yesterday it would take five or six weeks to come back to life. I don't believe you lied to me."

"I think you will remember the feel of him." 

"Why would I remember the feel of him? I barely felt him yesterday."

"If you didn't feel him yesterday, what was all the screaming about?"

"You weigh a ton, Stephano, and I could not breathe. I could get you off me, and I was screaming for help."

Stephano laughed, as he uncovered her face. As soon as she was visible to him, he kissed her, almost violently.

She smiled up at him and kissed him back.

He said, "Do you realize how good you are at this game?"

"Yes, I believe I have a pretty good idea."

"Patty, you are the smartest person I have ever met. Why you choose me, I don't know, but I am the happiest person on this planet."

"I will be happy if he is really awake."

"Let me check with him, and I'll let you know." Stephano took a quick look down, looked back at Patty, and smiled. "Guess what, you're in luck." Instead of talking further, he pressed his member against her tiny opening and pressed it deep into her. Her breathing stopped. She began to feel it expanding her depths. Then she felt it at her cervix, and pressed through it. There was no pain this time, like there had been yesterday. This surprised her. What surprised her even more was when she felt Stephano's pubic hair rest against her body. Without stopping, he had entered her from tip to root and there was no pain involved. She never expected it to happen so quickly. She expected months to pass before she would be able to accommodate his size, not one day.

"Did he shrink overnight?"

"No dear, you just got used to him. He belongs to you now, and you are not afraid of him anymore."

Stephano began the dance of life, with his wife. He helped pull the dress from her arms, and give her the freedom she desired. They enfolded each other in a passionate grip. They would not let each other go as they climbed slowly and steadily towards their respective orgasms. Today neither of them was in any hurry. The hardest part had been done yesterday. They were now an old married couple, out to enjoy the sights of northern Alaska. They had three days to enjoy their pursuits, and as far as Stephano was concerned, if they never left the bedroom that was fine with him. They have an excellent room service menu, a fine wine assortment and the restaurant was open 24 hours a day. What more could any man want, especially with a wife like Patricia.

Sweaty and exhausted, after hours of playing, Stephano suggested they take a shower. Patricia said, "Okay, you go first."

"No Patricia, we are going to take a shower. You must have read that in your book."

"Oh, we are going to do more than take a shower."

"I told you that you were the smartest person I have ever known."

"Can I wear a wetsuit?"

"For what I am planning, I don't think so."

"I want you to remember that the sun doesn't go down here, and I want to get some sightseeing in before we leave. If you think we are going to fool around for the next three days in this room and not go out because you are sleeping the rest of the time, I will buy a cattle prod and change your mind."

"Patty I would never do anything like that to you. You have planned this wonderful trip as a surprise for me. I would never do anything like that to disappoint you."

"We will see Stephano, we will certainly see. Remember, actions speak louder than words. Let's go take that shower, and see if we can raise him from the dead. I will call to him, and if that doesn't work, I will try to blow him up."

"I think he went deaf a short time ago. If I were you, I would just try to blow him up and not waste your time calling him."

"I can live with that, just remember, you may have to make a local call also."

"It will be my pleasure, madam.

"Don't hold my nose in there, I could drown."

"Not a chance sweetheart, it would ruin my whole day."

"I believe it would ruin mine more."

Stephano walked into the bathroom and saw the biggest oval tub he could imagine. He turned to Patty said, "Did you look at this?"

"Yes, if you fill it, you waste more water than you would use, if you took two dozen excessively long showers."

"Okay, let's take just one, and we won't shower for the next 11 days."

I think I'll try something while were in there. We'll call it, "Raise the periscope."

"Sounds like fun to me."

She grabbed his dick and led him over to the tub. "She started the water, and found a bottle of Jasmine bubble bath which he added to it. 

"Come on big boy, you first."

Stephano sat on the edge of the tub, swung both feet over, and put them into the water. He screamed, "Shit, that's hot."

Patty smiled and said, "I thought so too, but I wanted your opinion." She turned the cold water on, and received a furious look from Stephano. She shrugged her shoulders and a few moments later tested the water herself.

She looked at him and said, "It feels good to me now, would you like test it?"

Very gingerly, Stephano stuck his foot into the bathwater, found it to his liking, and told her so. Patty got into the tub with him, and sat with her back to him while the tub filled up.

When it was at the proper height she turned it off, turned around, took a deep breath, and submerged under the water.

Stephano smiled, leaned back against the rear of the tub, as the water around him began to ripple and flow in circles. Nearly 2 minutes later, Patty surfaced, took another deep breath, and submerged again.

The fourth time she did this, Stephano looked like he was in agony. His face was red, and he was perspiring. His hips were coming up higher and higher, and you could see the top of Patty's head coming out of the water.

The next time Patty came up, she screamed, "There she blows," as she furiously pumped her hand up and down on Stephano's distended cock. Semen jumped out of it 30 inches high, while Patty laughed at her husband's agony. She pumped furiously getting every drop of his protein mix out of his system, until he sank into the tub, and was completely submerged under the water.

As she rubbed the soap off her face, and was suddenly pulled under the water. She was face to face with her husband. He kissed her, forced his tongue into her mouth, played with hers, and stayed submerged until they were both out of breath. 

When they surfaced, he said, "You are going to kill me sucking me off that way."

"Why, don't you like it?"

"Like it, I love it. It's the stranglehold you have around the base of my cock that keeps me from coming that drives me wild. When you finally release me, every nerve in my body is focused at the tip of my penis, and they don't know whether to cheer or to be in pain, so they choose pain for the first few seconds. It is excruciating and then it is so enjoyable it blows my mind. Thank you my love thank you is not enough, I adore you."

"That's on the bottom of page 6, Stephano. We are moving right along."

"I wonder if I can go back to school and teach some of the girls I knew how you do that to me. It would help them make a fortune."

"If he goes anywhere else I am going to grow teeth in my vagina and bite him off."

"I've seen the gums around your vagina, teeth would never take hold."

"Very funny Stephano, you don't mind playing with those gums."

"As long as there are no teeth there, I will play with those gums for the rest of my life. There are two things in that area, which are very important to both of us. The bundle of nerves that brings us both pleasure, and the tunnel that brings us pleasure and that brings forth a new life."

They started to empty the tub and shower off the soap bubbles that remained on them. Stephano lifted her up and tried to insert himself inside her again. However, this time Patty refused.




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 23



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





Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 23



"I will try, Patty, but I wish we could have met under better circumstances." He backed away from her, as he continued, "I could have gotten laid sooner."

Patty took a swing at him as she said, "Is that all you men think about; getting laid?"

Stephano grabbed her arm, and pulled her towards him. He smiled as he looked into her eyes. "No, not really; we think about Food, Football, Baseball, Basketball, and other sports. If we can get laid, while watching a sport, that's when we are the happiest."

William and Jemma laughed, but Patty was incensed. She brought her right foot down on his left instep. 

Stephano howled in pain. He bent over to grab his foot, as she threw a punch to his kidney. He fell to the floor, while attempting to protect it. He was down, but she was not through with him, yet. She went after his head with a flurry of punches.

Stephano raised his arms to keep her fists from pummeling him. 

Finally, he gathered enough strength to roll her over, and get her underneath him. He grabbed her arms and looked her in the eye. "Patricia, when are you going to learn to take a joke? You use them on me all the time, do you remember? Is it all right for you to make a joke out of me, and not allow me to make a joke out of you, without getting the hell beaten out of me? What do you have to say for yourself; wife?"

Patricia was sweating, due to her over exertion, and did not answer immediately.

"Patricia, I'm waiting for an answer."

"I think I overreacted."

"You think you overreacted; or you overreacted?"

"I overreacted. The thought of making love, while you were watching a sporting event was an anathema to me. I couldn't believe you could even say it out loud."

"It is why they call it a joke. It's the same thing I did with you in bed, when we were in Vail, and you panicked. Do you remember that incident?"

"How could I possibly forget it; I was such a fool not to trust you." 

"You did it again here this afternoon. I told a joke, and you took it to heart. Are you ever going to let me tell a joke, and not blow your top?"

"Steph, I am a work in process, when it comes to being a wife. You are going to have to help me along, just like I am going to have to help you along at being a husband. I love you very, very, much, but I am a little set in my ways."

Stephano looked at William and Jemma. "Would you believe that Patricia just said 'She is a little set in her ways.'?"

"My daughter would never admit to being anything but flexible, just like her mother was. Laura did not have an opinionated bone in her body. She just told you how it was going to be, and that was the way it was going to be. There was to be no arguing about it. If you didn't like it, you could argue for a week and she still got her way."

Jemma kissed William and said, "It's the secret of a happy marriage. Just do as you're told and you can never be in trouble."

"Yes, my love, all men are created equal. However women are created more equal than men."

"You are absolutely right William. When God took a side of Adam, he gave woman the better side of man, and left him the side that was meant for laboring all his life to keep his woman happy."

"Dad, did I tell you what mom told me about God?"

"No Patricia, you didn't."

"Mom said that God is a woman, and not a man like the church wants us to believe. It is men that do all the evil in the world, and women who try to right all the wrongs. Soon women will reach 55% of the population of the world. Slowly but surely men will be kicked out of power as women replaced them. Maybe then the word 'Peace' will have real meaning."

"Did your mother talk to this woman?"

"She told me a story where they had a meeting that seemed to last for hours, but when she left that meeting, it was the same time she walked into it. She said it felt like God was talking directly to her and no one else."

Williams replied, "I felt the same way when your mother was lecturing me."

Stephano broke the conversation by saying, "Patty, you have to call Callie, and make arrangements for this evening."

"Oh Shit, I forgot."

Dinner was arranged for 7 o'clock, but Patty and Stephano were going to be Harold's house at 6 P.M. to begin making preparations for dinner.

They left her father's villa in his car, went to the local supermarket, and picked up the ingredients for a Spanish meal called, "Quinoa Beef Picadillo." It had a total of 17 ingredients, but it would only take 10 minutes to do the prep work, 25 minutes to cook, and put on the table. Stephano was going to be allowed to cut up the limes."

Harold and Callie met them at the front door, and relieved them of some of their packages. When they arrived in the kitchen, Patty took out a note that asked, "Is it safe to talk here? I have solved the problem with emissions from cars, and power plants."

Harold wrote down, "I don't know. However, my new computer is ultra-secure; can you show it to me on it?"

Typing on his new computer furiously, Patty replied, "Let's do this in words only, until we are absolutely sure everything is secure. Depending on your honeymoon plans, we can go to Charleston, and use Dycke's secure facilities for this. Now all we have to figure out what to do about the cows."

"The honeymoon can wait 24 to 48 hours. I have to see what you have done. Oh crap, Dycke and Payne are going to be here for two weeks, and have a vacation for the first time since forever. Let's let that slide for two weeks. We will meet in Charleston, when they get back there."

"That's not a problem Harold. The only place the facts and figures are is in my head."

"Please don't go back into a coma. I will crawl into your head and pull you back out."

"I promise, Harold, I will be a good girl. Besides that, I am pregnant."

"Don't tell Callie I told you, but so is she."

"Congratulations, how far along is she?"

"She is a little more than a month gone. When she missed her period, she knew immediately she was pregnant. She is as regular as a Swiss watch. She got one of those early pregnancy tests, and it turned blue. She danced around the house like a ballerina. I have never seen her so happy."

"How is the father doing?"

"He is as happy as a clam. I never thought I would get married, no less to a beauty like Callie. I also never thought I would have a child of my own. Money is absolutely worthless unless someone is there to share it with you."

"When are you going to buy an airplane?"

"Why would I want to buy an airplane?"

"I just bought one, because Stephano is going to have to travel to Charleston quite often to take care of the business aspects of our Corporation. For you to go to Charleston, Dycke will have to get an airplane to you, fly you there, and then arrange for an airplane to take you back here. Why go through that bother when you can have an airplane of your own at your beck and call. When you know you're not going to be using it for a time, you can use it as a lease for other people to go to other places. It is a business write-off. I bought a Challenger 850 for $19 million instead.

"In other words, Patricia, you bought Stephano a toy."

"Absolutely not, Harold, I bought him a conveyance that will cut at least six hours of downtime away from his family. Instead of changing planes in Washington, or Atlanta, he has his own aircraft to fly to Charleston any time he wants. He does not have to worry about anyone's schedule but his own. We are going to have to get together also. We will have the programs to do the job, but then we have to help design the hardware to get it to work properly. We will also have to be in Washington to push this through Congress. The automakers and the coal industry are going to fight us tooth and nail, because it is going to cost them a great deal of money to retrofit their facilities. They don't care about blue skies and global warming. They will yell about China and India polluting the globe, with their outdated facilities and overpopulation. We have to prove to them that it makes sense to start here, and then move it around the world. The Swiss and Germans will come on-board, after they see the facts and figures. The Scandinavian countries will fall in line with them. It will be perfect for Clark Atwater to announce that all the hardware will be produced here in the United States, and not farmed out to China, Pakistan, Japan, or Indonesia. When he does it, the Congress will have no choice but to pass legislation ordering the automakers, and the coal industry to use our technology."

Harold pushed her away from the keyboard. "How long did it take you to figure out this portion of our problem?"

"Don't you laugh at me, or I will hit you. It came to me shortly after Stephano took my virginity. He was inside me when I experienced my first orgasm. However, when he exploded inside me, everything I ever wanted to know became clear as day."

Harold did not laugh at her. He asked her a simple question. "Are you sure the answer about the cows wasn't hidden in there?"

"I thought about that several times, and I did not see one reference to a cow, or methane. We will have to work on that one together. You are going to need a bigger house with a Safe Room, for secure communications, and a large Cray computer."

"Patricia, everything I had heard about you seems to be true. Callie said you were a bitch, but with a brain like yours, I could not care less."

"Good, let's go see if those two figured out how to murder a 35 minute dinner."

They did.

********

While the meal was cooking, Stephano and Callie got into a conversation, and since Harold and Patty were still talking they forgot about the meal cooking, uncovered, on the stovetop. As Harold and Patty emerged from his study, they saw smoke rising from the pan sitting on stovetop.

Harold yelled, "Fire!"

Callie and Stephano yelled, "Where?" They were so engrossed in their conversation they forgot about the dinner, cooking slowly on the stove. Callie grabbed the lid, threw it quickly on top of the smoldering pan. She pulled it off the burner, and was about to stick it into the sink and put water on it when Patty yelled, 

"Don't do it, the hot oil will splatter all over the place."

Callie wanted to kick herself. "I know better than to do that. I don't know what I was thinking. Thank you Patricia, I owe you one." 

"No you bimbo, you owe me two. You owe me for this one, and you still have not gotten me drunk. That is Two. I'll take you up on the second one tomorrow night. We can go out and get hammered, while the boys stay at home, and sulk. 

Callie was caught between a rock and a hard place. She owed Patty this debt, and the only way to get out of it gracefully was by telling the truth. "Patty, I am not allowed to drink anymore."

"Why, is your liver going bad; are you working tomorrow night, or you have you gone on the wagon?"

"No, it's nothing like any of those things. I can't drink, because I'm pregnant."

"You are pregnant, gee whiz, that's the same thing Harold said."

Callie screamed, "Harold Chase, I am going to murder you."

Harold replied, "She hasn't told you the good part yet."

Callaway looked at Patricia and asked, "What is the good part?"

Patty smiled, "I am pregnant, too."

Callie said, "He fucked you, before you got married."

"Nope, I went to my marriage bed a virgin. However, he had not been laid in so long; my little egg didn't stand a chance against the billions of swimmers that attacked it. I am going to have twin girls."

"You have only been married for 10 days, how do you know all of this?"

"My mother told me this, the last time we spoke before the wedding. She told me that Stephano and I would be fine from this point on, and she would never see me again. She told me about many things, including about my babies, and about things that are going to transpire. You and Harold are going to be very happy together, for a very long time."

"Really, are you sure?"

"Aren't you Callie?"

"Yes Patty, he makes me so happy and I try to make him happy every day."

"If you learn not to burn his dinner, everything will work out just fine."

"You are real bitch, Patty."

"I told you 25 minutes, not one minute more. What did you do; you started talking with my husband and forgot what you had to do."

"Your husband is quite enchanting."

"My husband charmed the panties off many a college co-ed, and their mothers. He will never do that again, if he wants to live."

"Patty, you are so bad."

"No Callie, I am just honest."

*******

The following morning at 11 o'clock, the Gulfstream 650 carrying Payne and Dycke Schneider, plus Suzette, her staff and all the bridal gowns. Harold and Callie were there to meet them, but not Patty. Harold thought it might look suspicious if she was there also. As they climbed into his car, Harold said, "Dycke, Patricia broke the code on number two. All we have left are the cows."

"Why didn't you call me? We could have patented and registered these two parts immediately and held off on the announcement until the time was right."

"Dycke, we didn't have any form of secure communication. We did not want to take a chance of anyone overhearing us. If Celeste could do it, so can 100 other companies trying to horn in on what we are doing. Patty doesn't even have hers written down anywhere. She refused to take the chance."

"She is a very smart cookie."

"Dycke that is the understatement of the year; she did all the computations in her head."

"Are you working on the methane problem?"

"We will start on that after we come back from our honeymoon."

"I don't know where you think you're going on your honeymoon, but you're not going there. I had a friend do some checking around, and we found a place that is perfect for your bride. We are not going to give it to you on your wedding day. We will give it to you at Sunday morning brunch; it will be much more intimate and much more fun that way. I hope you don't mind."

"Why would I mind, Dycke. If she doesn't like it, we just won't go."

"When she finds out who gave us this information, she will go, trust me, she will go."

"Dycke, now you are frightening me."

"Harold, I am not sending you to Russia, China, or the deep jungles of the Congo."

"I am beginning to feel better Dycke, but only a little."

Payne laughed. "Hold onto your balls, Harold, he's out to get them."

"Callie will love our present. She already loves the man who suggested it."

"Dycke, let's not go that far. It's sort of a love hate relationship. Can we go to our hotel room so I can get out of my uniform, and into civilian clothes?"

After privately talking with Harold, Dycke was ready to take Harold and Patricia back to Charleston and have his legal staff do the paperwork to Register, and Copyright the two programs. When he mentioned it to Callie and the group of women trying on their dresses, he realized his life was in danger. He decided Monday would be soon enough. He forgot about his two-week vacation with Payne. When Harold reminded him, he said, "Oh shit."

******

Wednesday afternoon, Celeste and Philip Castronova arrived. After their initial greetings, and the questions about her baby, she asked about the progress on the second program. When she was told Patricia had finished it, and they were waiting until Monday to fly back to Charleston to have it copyrighted, Celeste said, "No." She picked up her cell phone and hit a speed dial number.

In New York City, a lawyer dove for his phone, and said, "Shackleford."

"Thomas, you know how I hate when you keep me waiting."

"Celeste, didn't I just get rid of you four hours ago? I'm sorry let me rephrase that; Celeste, darling, didn't you just leave here four hours ago?"

"I liked the second one much better Thomas. What is the name of that Contracts lawyer you considered the best in town?"

"He is the best in the business, Celeste. No one beats the quality of his work. His name is Theodore Nugent."

"Do you want to know where the three of you are going to be by 7 PM tonight?"

"Should I guess Sedona, Arizona, and start packing?"

"Why are you still on the phone with me Thomas? You will be staying at the Hilton. Goodbye."

Shackleford hit his intercom button and said, "Jim, we are going to Sedona. Grab your bag, Celeste wants us there by 7 PM."

"Did she say what's going on?"

"No, she just said we had to bring Ted Nugent with us. I am calling him now."

******

"What do you want now Thomas?"

"Ted, do you know my client Celeste Mezner Castronova?"

"Yes, I am quite familiar with her."

"She wants you, me, and Jim, in Sedona Arizona by 7 PM tonight. I don't know what's up, but it must be very big to require your personal services. You are on the clock from the moment you stand up to the moment you sit down at your desk, whenever that is. Grab a bag or go shopping and buy some clothes. We will pick you up in front of your office in one hour. I have to call and arrange for a jet."

"Tom, I can't leave today; we have tickets to the Opera tomorrow night."

"Give Trudy my condolences, but one way or the other you are going to be on that airplane with us. I will not lose Celeste as a client. I have the Pfizer case coming up within the next six months. It has taken us almost 11 years to get this far; and I am not going to let it fall through now."

"Alright Thomas, I will be downstairs in one hour. Thank goodness we will be in the air; otherwise my wife would kill me."

"Tell her to take my wife with her to the Opera. My darling is not going to be very happy with me either."

*******

Celeste asked, "Is there any place that is absolutely secure, where we can talk freely."

Callie said, "Let me ask Alan, if anyone would know, he would know." 

Callie made the phone call and asked if there was a place to do it.

Alan said, "Let's not discuss it over the phone. Let's meet at the quads and discuss everything there. I will have the place cordoned off, just in case someone wants to listen in."

Callie shook her head at how smart Alan really was. The whole world could have been listening in and only she knew exactly where they were going to meet.

Patricia and Stephano were the last to arrive at Sergeants' and Cassandra's home. When they walked in Patricia exclaimed, "This looks like 'Old Home Week.' What is going on?"

Harold said, "I told Celeste you figured out everything for the second problem."

Celeste continued, "I want you to get everything that's in your head onto a computer, so we can Register and Copyright them by close of business Friday. Can you do that?"

Patty replied, "It's not a problem, if you can give me 30 hours on a Cray 5 computer. Otherwise, it will take me a week and a half, on any other mainframe."

Nonplussed, Celeste reached for her cell phone and went through her directory. When she found the number she wanted she pressed dial, and put it on speaker.

"Mr. Ungaro's office."

"Tell him Celeste Mezner Castronova is on the phone, and I don't want to be kept waiting."

"Mam, he is in a board meeting."

"Tell him if he wants to remain CEO, he had better pick up the phone."

Moments later, "Celeste, what the fuck is your problem this time?"

"Frank, did you just curse at me? If you did, your days are numbered. I own 6% of your company. I will buy so much more stock; I will have a controlling interest. I will dismiss the entire board, and kick you out on your ass."

"Alright Celeste, you've made your point; what can I do for you?"

"I have someone here that needs unfettered access to your fastest computer, for up to three days. I don't want to hear the word, 'No.' Do you understand me?"

"Does she have government clearance?"

Patty said, "He can call the head of the FBI, Michael Free, he will vouch for me."

"Frank, what goes into that computer is top secret. If word of it gets out before we have a chance to copyright it, your company, your board, and you, will be sued into oblivion. If you cooperate, they'll be a lot of work to do afterwards."




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 23



"How soon will she be here, and what is her name?"

"She will be there in less than three hours, with her new husband. Her name is Patricia Parent Valentino."

"Is Harold Chase coming with her?"

"Is there nothing secret in this world?"

"Celeste, when one of the premier programmers in the world comes out of retirement, and NSA tries to kill another premier programmer, the entire computer industry wonders what they're working on."

"I'll give you one hint Frank, 'Blue Skies.'"

"No shit! I have to see this."

"Be a good boy Frank; or your ass is mine."

"I promise Celeste, nothing will ever leave this building."

******

Harold, Patty, and Stephano left for Colorado Springs immediately after the arrangements were made. This left his house available for Callie, Suzette and the seamstresses, to do the alterations to the gowns without having to move them from place to place. As soon as they arrived at the facility, Harold was brought to one terminal and Patty to another. Harold connected his laptop, to the high-security Cray, and it gobbled up the information like jellybeans. Zeroes and One's turned into science. Work that took Harold three years to perfect was downloaded in two hours. When they ran the simulation, the pollutants that were emitted from coal fired energy plants were turned into inner matter that could be spread around the land without any harmful effects to crops, wildlife, or groundwater. Harold stood by as Frank Ungaro and the scientists around him applauded his success.

Frank said, "If this is not Nobel Prize winning science, I don't know what is."

None of these people had ever watched Patty in action on a computer. As she worked, she gathered a crowd. Technicians were replaced by senior technicians; programmers were replaced by senior programmers, who were replaced by the PhD's who ran departments. The only time she stopped typing was when her fingers hurt.

Stephano knew better than to ask her to stop. He went to their commissary and made her favorite ice cream drink: a chocolate milkshake, made with vanilla ice cream.

Patty finished inputting her program in 26 hours.

Frank Ungaro had everyone leaves the room except Harold and Stephano. He asked Patricia if she wanted to run a simulation on her program to make sure she was right.

She said, "We can, but it will come out exactly as I laid it out."

He was surprised by her hubris, but asked her to run it anyhow. There was not one glitch in the program. It took carbon dioxide, which is emitted by motor vehicles, trains, ships, and newer gas power plants, and through a complex chain of events turned them into long line carbon filaments. They could be turned into everything from textiles, cell phone covers, and plastic furniture. The list of items this new discovery could be used for seemed endless.

Frank looked at Howard and Patty and said, "It may take years for these items to work its way into the mainstream. It may take longer to work them through Congress. When they do, the two of you will have changed the world. I am happy to say that our computers will have taken a small part in it."

******

Four lead lined steel cases were delivered to the aircraft for their trip back to Sedona. Patty slept the entire way to Cottonwood in Stephano's arms. Harold was jealous; he was suffering from withdrawal from Callie.

There were only two people at the airport to meet them. It was 2 o'clock in the morning when the aircraft touched down, so it was no big surprise to anyone. William took Patty and put her in the back seat of his car. Surprisingly, he took Harold and put him in the front seat.

"Harold, you are staying at the Hilton. Your clothes are already in the Bridal Suite."

"Is the bride there?"

"Son, I'm afraid not."

Stephano looked at Alan and said, "Why don't I like this?"

"Because you're a very bright fellow, and some people have arrived in town that would like nothing more than to get what is in these boxes. So we are going to hide them."

"I guess I don't have to ask where."

"See, I told you that you were a very bright fellow."

Alan remembered this trip only too well. He made sure no one was behind him, turned on the GPS tracker, and waited for it to come alive. When it did, he waited for that final warning. Stephano tightened his seatbelt as Alan slowed to nearly zero miles per hour.

"Right turn 100 feet." Stephano could see nothing outside his window. It was black and the roadway seemed to end.

"Turn right now." Stephano closed his eyes as Alan did a 90° right turn into what seemed like an abyss. When the front wheels found purchase on the dirt road, Stephano opened his eyes and breathe for the first time in what felt like forever.

Alan laughed. "You were asleep in the back when I did this the first time. If you think you were frightened now, you should have seen me then. It doesn't get much easier, but at least you know there's a road there when we make that turn."

In the dark, 35 minutes later, Alan backed into the cave. He handed a light to Stephano and reminded him only to point it into the cave.

Stephano saw the hastily discarded chain laying against the wall and evidence of some wildlife having been in the cave since he departed.

"You've come a long way since then Stephano, how does it feel?"

"I am a completely different person than I was then. I can't believe what I was like, and I don't know why people even like me."

"I can answer that if you want me to Stephano."

"Go ahead Alan, make my day."

"The women in your life always knew it was short-term. You were tall, tanned, and handsome. You were also very rich. You were not marriage material, and they knew it. They used you, just like you use them."

"When did you turn into Patricia?"

"The truth shall set you free."

"My life was idyllic until my father threw me the party where I met Patricia. We are married less than a week and she tells me that I should have no problems forgetting all of those women because I was not in love with them. At least I had the memories that they threw themselves at me because I had this charisma they could not resist. Now you come along, and tell me they were using me. Is there any other part of me you want to cut out?"

"No, I think that will about do it for tonight. If I can think of anything else, I'll let you know. Just remember, you are talking to a two-time loser. Until I met Susan, women used to chew me up and spit me out. Believe me, Patricia is the best thing that ever happened to you."

They stored the boxes in the back reaches of the cave, and covered them with a tarpaulin, which resembled the inside of the cave itself. If the animals left it alone, and humans did not have bright light to work by, the cave would look empty. They attached a brush to the rear bumper. Alan drove slowly out of the cave, as Stephano sat on the bumper making sure the brush made contact with the earth destroying any evidence that a vehicle had been anywhere near that cave.

******

Thursday afternoon was a flurry of activity in different portions of Cottonwood.

Once the three lawyers were in town, and Celeste told them what she needed done Ted Nugent asked, "Do we have secure communications?"

Dycke said, "Yes, it's on board my aircraft."

"Perfect, that gives us privacy and communications in the same spot. Do we have the items locally?"

"They will be here by early tomorrow morning."

Ted looked at Tom and Jim. Okay, schools open let's go to work. Mr. Schneider, show us to your aircraft. We are going to need a lot of paper."

Celeste said to Ted, "I say this to all my new hires. This is a trial run. If you do this well, I will make you richer than your wildest dreams. If you fuck this up, you won't have the penny left to your name."

Ted smiled. "Mrs. Castronova, I don't care how much money you have, or who you think you are. When I take on a job, I do it for me. I make sure from the first letter I put on the page to the last period, it is perfect. I do not take threats very well, as Thomas will tell you. I have told the City of New York to go fuck itself and won. 

I have had Mafioso threaten me, and I am still here. I do my job perfectly for those who need my services. If you keep that attitude I will go to Phoenix and fly home."

Celeste smiled at him. "Holy Shit, a man with balls. I never thought I would meet one, until I met Frank. Then I meet another one, and his name is Ted. Welcome to the family Mr. Nugent. The pleasure is mine."

James Hearst and Tom Shackleford nearly had heart attacks, when they heard Ted talking back to Celeste. What came next surprise them even more. Celeste had backed down.

As Ted was leaving the room, he looked at the two litigators, and said, "Come children, we have work to do."

They followed at his heels, as if he were a god.

******

Callie finished her last day at work, and turned in her notice. She would no longer work full-time. There were tears every as she left the building. Her brother Dr. Ted Vincennes and her sister Claire were waiting outside the building for her.

"You two have nothing better to do than to look at an unemployed pregnant woman?"

"No," said Claire. "We decided to give you your wedding present early. We got rid of rattletrap you called a car, and brought you a new one."

"If you bought me a minivan, I'll drive it over a cliff."

"I don't think that car behind you is a minivan."

She didn't even hear it pull up behind her. She turned around and jaw popped open. Ted and Claire were just like her. They would not buy a car that was not made in the United States. Why put somebody else in some other country to work, when we had high unemployment here. She looked at the dark blue four-door Chevrolet SS, and drooled. It was the first rear wheel muscle car General Motors had put out in almost 20 years, and it was gorgeous. She stood there and took it all in, until her sister whispered in her ear, "Thank you, Callie, thank you for everything you have done for me, mama, and the entire community."

Callie began to cry. She held on to her sister, because her sister was the reason they had made it through the very lean times.

Callie asked, "Is it safe to come over for dinner?"

"Look at Ted; he has put on 5 pounds."

"You could be eating out more?"

"You keep talking like that, and you'll never get to drive your car. Dinner is at seven, we are having Coq au Vin."

"Why couldn't you just say chicken?"

"Callie, someone has to spank you."

"How do you think I got pregnant?"

"I've never heard of this happening that way; have you Ted?"

"I guess it all depends what the spanking her with?"

"Leave it to a man to come up with a logical answer. The Registration is in the glove box, don't get a ticket on your first day, and please wear your seatbelt, because that car moves."

Callie thanked Ted for the car. She depressed the clutch shifted into first gear and slowly left the hospital grounds. 

Claire said to Ted, "I think she is going to drive responsibly."

Seconds later, Callie turned south on 89A, shifted into second, and floor the accelerator. She left 200 feet of rubber before she shifted into third, fourth, and fifth. She saw the radar trap on the other side of the road and the officer shaking his head as she flew by. A mile down the road she did a U-turn, came back to him, and stopped. She got out of the car, walked up to him, and asked, "How fast was I going, Steve?"

"Callie, they are going to take that car away from you."

"Tell me Steve, how fast was I going?"

"132 mph, in a 45 miles an hour zone. That's loss of license for three years, possible jail time, and $12,000 in fines."

"Gee Steve, all that on the day I lost my job."

"You got fired?"

"No, I turned in my resignation. I'll work part-time when they need me. I'm pregnant, and Harold is going to be traveling a lot. I want to be able to go with him. It would not be fair to the hospital, and it would be good for them to have a full-time employee they can count on."

"Forgetting the other stuff Callie, you're pregnant. Congratulations. I don't want to have to write up that a mother and child were wrapped around a pole or in a ravine because of excess speed. Please slow down."

"This was a one-time thing, I promise. I'm going home now to get ready for my wedding. I will see you Saturday."

Patty woke up at 1 PM feeling rested and rejuvenated from tedious work on the computer. She turned over to see if Stephano was still in bed with her; but he wasn't. She was about to get out of bed when he walked into the room with a tray filled with goodies for breakfast. He knelt down beside her, and asked, "What shall it be, madam; sex before breakfast, or after?"

"Steph, I need to shower. I can even smell me."

"So can I, and it's delicious. I could eat you all day."

"Give me my juice and toast, then I will shower, and you can eat me for the rest of the day. What day is it?"

"A certifiable genius and she doesn't know it is Friday."

"You must admit it has been a weird few days."

"Eat, and take your shower, wife, I'm hungry, and it's not for food."

"In that case, I'll skip the toast."

She didn't realize it had been two days since they had sex, but it was probably for the best because it gave Stephano's back a chance to heal. She decided to go easy on him, and let him take the lead today."

She took a long, hot shower, and when she exited the bathroom her body was pink. She went into the bedroom and found Stephano naked and waiting for her on the bed.

She smiled, "Is your back ready for this?"

"Do your worst woman; I would rather be in pain, than be without you."

"Okay, but we are back to pages one through nine." She lay down beside him, and he attacked her neck and ears with his mouth, has his hands roamed around her breasts.

Her hands wrapped around his head, trying to get him to kiss her. He was obstinate, and he would not give in. Her neck was his target and he was not to be denied.

His right hand was another matter. He pulled her nipples, squeezed her breasts, toyed with her belly button, and plucked at the hairs above her pussy. He was playing like a virtuoso, and her vagina was leaking like a fountain.

"Not fair, Stephano, you're not being fair."

Stephano nipped her neck, and said, "You are always fair with me? I don't think so. What would you like me to do, Patricia?"

"Kiss me you bastard."

"I have been kissing you. Haven't you been listening to your body?"

"If you don't kiss me properly, I'm going to call Todd, and make him your personal trainer."

Stephano's mouth covered Patricia's in a passionate kiss that lasted for moments. "You wouldn't do that to me. He could break any bone in my body with his bare hands."

"I love you too much to do that to you Stephano, except when you torment me like this."

"Patricia, you are thinking again, when you are supposed to the feeling. You only capable of doing that when you are working from your book?"

"That's part of my problem, Stephano. While we are making love, I am thinking about the moves I make from the book. I am always thinking. I am never free."

"It's okay, Patty. From today on, there is no book; no pages to think about, no positions, just you and me. Do what you are comfortable with, nothing else. If you don't want to have sex, we won't. If you do, and I don't, we will compromise. However, you have to promise me, you will stop thinking about sex, and start thinking about making love. Is that okay with you?"

"Steph, when did you become smarter than I am?"

"I have been having sex a lot longer than you have. That is the only area I am smarter than you are. I have learned to listen to my body. That's why I chased you for a year and a half. My body told me that you were the only woman I could ever love."

"Was it the upper half of your body, Steph, or the lower half?"

"Patty, when you get out of bed in the morning, which part of you gets out of bed the top half of the bottom half? When you work on your computer, where is the lower half of your body, laying down in bed?"

"Stephano, you are getting too good at this. I give up. You win. I will try to stop thinking and listen only to what my body is telling me."

"Good girl, now, where was I?"

Stephano went after her neck, and then slipped his mouth down to cover the nipple on her left breast. His hand slipped into her slit to play with the hood covering her clit.

Patricia moaned, as she caressed his head with one hand, and held his other hand to her pussy. Her honey was flowing rapidly again when she heard a baby cry. She knew it was Junior, but expected Jemma to take care of him.

Stephano said, "Dammit, he was supposed to sleep for two hours, not 45 minutes."

"Steph, what are you talking about?"

"I am babysitting William. Your dad and Jemma went out food shopping. She fed him, and changed him before she left. Jemma said he would sleep for two hours. She was wrong."

"Bring him in here, you idiot, and bring his carrier with him."

Patty propped herself up with three pillows behind her back. When Stephano returned to the room, he was befuddled.

"Give him to me please."

Stephano did as he was told, and watched as Patty put William to her breast. He watched as the baby took her nipple into his mouth and started suckling on what was supposed to be his alone.

Stephano said quietly, "You little bastard, that's mine."

Patty couldn't help but laugh at Stephano's face, as Junior continued to suckle. She also found she was getting quite aroused.

After several minutes of seeking nourishment and getting none, William Junior fell back to sleep.

"Stephano carefully put him into his carrier, and cover him with his blanket. He should sleep now."

After completing his task, Stephano climbed into bed and said, "You just committed adultery. You had sex with another man."

Patty kissed him. "If you are jealous of a seven month old baby, I can't wait to see what happens when I am in the business world and working with adults."

"He had your tit in his mouth."

"Yes he did, and I found it quite arousing."

"You found it, what?"

She took his hand and placed it at the opening to her vagina. He's eyes opened wide, "You Pervert; a baby did this to you?"

"You must remember, husband, until 12 days ago, no one had ever done that to me before. Are you going to stop talking and start listening to your body now, or are we going to waste more time, while you're thinking it over?"

"Okay wise ass, I'm going with what my body says. Turn over, and let's make use of those pillows."

Patty turned onto her stomach, and put one pillow under her head. Stephano reached for the other two pillows, and said "On your knees, woman." 

Patty complied, and he stuffed the pillows under her stomach.

"Are you comfortable, babe?"

She said yes, just as he smacked her ass.

She screeched and he said, "Be quiet, you will wake up the baby." 

He slid up behind her and stuck his tongue into her slit.

Patty buried her head in the pillow and screamed. He continued torturing her with his tongue, entering her weeping hole, toying with her extended clit and nibbling on her inner and outer folds. His hands were torturing her nipples and breasts. She was not thinking, or she thought she wasn't. She was just concentrating on what he was doing to her, and she was enjoying it immensely. When his right hand left her breast she shuddered.

"He's going to do it to me again, I just know it. What should I do? 

Her mind said, "Patty, stop it.' Now you're thinking again, and not listening to your body. Stop thinking; just feel what your body is saying to you."

His hand reached her pussy and something she never expected happened. He inserted two fingers into her vagina, and found the rough spot on the top wall; her G spot. She had read about it, but had never experienced what it could do to her body. Now she was about to find out.




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 23



Steph ran his fingers across at rough area slowly at first and then more rapidly. He started North and South, and then East and West. 

She screamed into the pillow and exploded into a mind shattering orgasm in moments. She had no recollection from where it came.

As she revived she realized Stephano was licking her anus. "No, don't do that."

"Why, am I hurting you? Am I breaking one of our agreements?"

"No, I'm just afraid."

"I thought you weren't afraid of me?"

"I'm not afraid of you, it's just a built in fear."

"One day, I will rid you of that fear. It won't be until you tell me you are ready. It does not mean I cannot prepare you for that day. Touches, finger entry, and toys are the best way to prepare you. Little by little darling, I will get you ready." He got into position behind her and slipped mushroom head of his penis into her moist vagina.

"Oh God, Steph, you've grown."

"No, this position just makes it feel that way."

"You were big enough to begin with, now you have to use a position that makes you bigger?"

"I use it on little girls, who let little boys suck their tits."

Without further preamble, Stephano moved continuously until he was sheathe completely into his wife's womb.

Patty's hand was pounding against the bed. "Holy God, that was amazing Stephano. This way you feel twice the size you normally are. I came while you were still putting him in me."

"That's the effect it has on most women. The man's penis rubs along the woman's G spot all the way in, and the friction makes her feel wonderful."

"Do it to me again, Steph, I want to come again."

Stephano grabbed her hips, and pushed her forward as he pulled back. In one smooth quick move he pulled her back as he moved forward. They both grunted. He controlled the speed and the distance he would allow them to go, but on every third or fourth stroke, he would power all the way through her cervix and deep into her womb.

They were still in the throes of making love, when Jemma and her father came home from shopping. Jemma went to look for Junior, and realized he was not in his crib. She knew he must be with Patty and Stephano because his carrier was gone. She knocked on their door and received no reply. She thought they were sleeping. She opened the door just as Stephano bellowed his release. Patty's face was buried in the pillow screaming out hers.

William was sitting in his carrier watching his aunt and uncle playing on the bed.

Loudly, Jemma said, "How could you do that in front of my son?"

Stephano replied, "Quite well, I thought."

"What's he doing in here?"

"He got hungry, so he nursed and Patty's breast."

"Patty doesn't have milk yet."

Patty laughed. "He didn't mind sucking on my nipple until he fell asleep."

"So he use your tit as a pacifier."

Stephano replied, "And a mighty fine pacifier it is."

"Patricia, I told you that you will going to become insatiable."

"No, you said I would become just like you, a nymphomaniac."

Patty's father stuck his head in the door, and said, "Since Junior was born, she has slowed down considerably. She is only a nymph now. The maniac has left her."

"I haven't heard you complaining, husband."

"No, not in the least dear. It means I may live to a ripe old age, instead of dying with a smile on my face." He kissed her on her neck, and asked Patricia if she didn't mind watching Junior for the next hour or so. Shopping had worn him out, and he needed to rest. He winked his eye, as he grabbed Jemma and pulled her towards their room.

Ted Nugent called Celeste with disappointing news, which he did take well.

"Celeste, we have finished all the paperwork, but with the three-hour difference between here and Washington, we will not get to the patent office in time. I am sorry, we worked as fast as we could, and if we were in New York, we could have made it."

"Why didn't you think of that before? You could've taken off and finished their work while you are in the air."

"The technicians were finishing work on an engine, and we couldn't take off. We thought of that option six hours ago."

"I'm sorry Ted; I didn't mean to jump at you. You did good work. I want you at the Patent Office, Monday morning, the moment it opens."

"We will be the first online, and we want four armed guards with us. What we are going to carry with us is too important to let someone steal it."

"You will have four guards when you leave here; and eight more when you touch down at Washington National."

Celeste made a phone call to her lawyer in Washington, and made the arrangements for Ted's escorts. Nothing was going to happen to these programs.

94. Wedding Day for Callie and Howard

Callie could not stop crying. She did not believe this day would ever come. Howard was a dream she never dreamed of, and she was also pregnant with his baby. She was happy beyond happiness, and she could not stop crying. Her mother and sister had tried everything but nothing worked. Finally, out of desperation, they called Howard to see if he could help.

Howard said, "Give her the phone and let me speak to her."

Tearfully, Callie got on the phone and asked, "What do you want Howard?"

"Callie, I'm sorry, I've been called away on business. I won't be able to make it today. We'll get married some other time. I'm sure I'll be able to make it up to you."

She stopped crying immediately. "You son of a bitch, I already have my gown on. Everyone is probably gathering at the church already. What am I supposed to say to them?"

"Tell them you are fucking idiot, and you have been crying all morning. You have been driving your mother and sister crazy. Now get your act together, and I'll meet you at the church." Harold hung up before she could yell at him.

Callie laughed as she looked at the phone. She believed every word he said, especially the part where she was a fucking idiot. He would never do that to her, not ever. She turned to her mother and sister and said, "Let's finish my makeup, so I can get married."

Her mother looked at her and asked, "What did he say to you?"

"He said he was leaving town on business, and we couldn't get married today. He said he was sure he could make it up to me. When I started yelling at him about what I was going to tell the people, he told me to tell them that I was an idiot, to stop driving you two crazy, and he would meet me at the church. I think it worked."

It became apparent quite early that the church was too small for the crowd of people that showed up. It was a wonderful day so the priest moved the ceremony outside, so everyone could watch the ceremony.

Callie's gown was a resplendent white on white with a short train. Her mother was gorgeous in a blood red gown that nearly stole the show. The bridesmaids were in a lighter shade of red. Howard and Dycke were in tuxedos, but the funniest sight of all was Joe, standing in his tuxedo. He never wore a suit, God forbid a tie; and here he was; a groomsman in a monkey suit as uncomfortable as any man alive. His wife, Amanda, took picture after picture of him pulling at his collar trying to remain comfortable. It was hilarious.

As soon as the ceremony started, Callie began to cry. Howard said to her, quietly, "Business trip."

She replied, "Divorce." Then she smiled at him.

The ceremony flew by, and they said their vows. Howard put a beautiful platinum ring on her finger, and she put a matching one on his. They kissed, and the crowd roared its approval.

As per their request, all the gifts they received that evening were given to local charities. Most of the guests were staying overnight at the hotel. Harold would not allow them to drive home, because they were drinking.

The next morning, a select group met for a Sunday brunch. Harold, Cassie, Dycke, Payne, Celeste, Philip, Alan, Susan, Claire, Ted, Catherine (Callie's mother) and Stan, her escort for the evening, Sergeant, Cassandra, Joe and Amanda. The conversation was pleasant, and the jokes that flew around the table were bawdy.

Towards the end, Dycke stood up and addressed Callie directly. "Mrs. Chase, you have been known to all your friends as 'Frozen Hands.' A month or so ago I had a friend come out here and ask what a perfect gift for you would be, because we did not know very much about you except you loved one of my dearest friends. So we asked all of your dearest friends, and they'll all said that we had to ask your dearest friend for that advice, so he did. He said to my friend that the answer was easier than the question."

Alan started backing away from the table. Callie noticed and she glared at him.

Dycke continued, "So I asked my friends in the United States government for special permission for you and Harold to take this trip in the summer. I found out you always wanted to go there but were denied because of your lack of appropriate training. Here are your documents, along with your list of items you will need to spend one month there. Payne and I wish you the happiest of marriages, at least as happy as ours." He turned to Alan and said, "I hope you were right."

Alan turned 90° in his chair so he could get a head start on the bride.

Callie opened the documents and the first thing she saw was a map of Antarctica. She started to cry uncontrollably.

Alan was totally confused. He was sure she would want to kill him. This was not the reaction he expected.

Callie asked, "Alan, how did you know? I applied twice for permission to go there, and I was refused because I did not have enough training. Two years there would have paid off my student loans and I would have been free of them forever. Dycke, Payne, Alan, thank you so very much. This means more to me than you could ever imagine." Callie got out of her seat. She kissed Dycke and Payne, and thank them profusely. She walked over to Alan, kissed him, and hugged him so tightly, he thought he would break.

"How did you know, Alan? How could you possibly have known I wanted to go to Antarctica?"

Alan lied to protect his body. "Do you remember what I did for a living Callie? I have access to all kinds of information. You filed government forms, and I have access to them."

Callie looked into his eyes, and knew he was not telling the truth. "You lying sack of shit. You thought you were sending me to the ends of the earth, didn't you. You had no idea I wanted to go there, did you? You thought you could put another one over on me, and I caught you in a lie, didn't I. You are dead man, Robbins."

Callie reared back, and took a swing at him. Alan ducked under her roundhouse right, and kicked her in the ass.

"I can't hit a pregnant woman," he said.

Callie turned to Harold. "Does the whole world know, Harold?"

"I swear, Callie, I only told your mother."

She looked at her mother, and shook her head. "Mom, did you put it on the Satellite News?"

"I would not do that to you dear. I just put it on Facebook and Twitter."

"Mom, the next time Stan fucks you, I'm going to take pictures and post them online. You can't keep that glow on your face, and not let your daughters believe you're not screwing around. Isn't that right Harold?"

"Honest Catherine, I didn't say a word."

"Thank you for confirming my suspicions, Harold."

Catherine glared at him. "Harold, you're an idiot."

"Yes mother, but he's my idiot, and he's richer than Croesus. I'm not finished with you either Robbins. I'll get you for this."

Alan smiled, "I hope you have a girl that looks just like you. Wouldn't it be wonderful, if your godson and daughter started dating, especially since you know very well what he has between his thighs? Then again, there's Sergeant's son, and he sung like a horse, also. Just think about what your daughter would have to look forward to. If she is as promiscuous has her mother, she will be a very happy young woman."

"Harold, kill him, and Sergeant too."

Sergeant said, "What did I do?"

"You had a son, and he could defile my daughter."

Harold asked, "Callie, are you sure we having a girl?"

Callie stood there for a second, turned and looked at Alan. "You did it to me again, didn't you?"

Alan said, "Can I help it if you are so easy?"

"God Alan, if you were not so dangerous, you would be the smartest person on the planet."

"I'm not that smart, I'm just devious. Just ask Susan about Callum, because he takes after me. That little shit drives both of us nuts, and he's not even four years old. He broke into her password protected trading files, and was about to make a trade, when Susan caught him. She wanted to kill him, but when she looked at the trade, she bought it. We are still not sure how we got past the parental block."

Patty laughed. "I can help you with that. I can also set up a dummy trading scenario for him to play with so you can see how he does. Some children are geniuses at trading stocks and options, at a very early age. It would be very interesting to find out if your son is one of them."

Alan looked at Susan and said, "What do we have to lose? As long as he can't get into your real files, your money is safe."

Susan stood up and hit him. "It's our money, Alan, when are you going to get that through your thick skull."

"Soon I hope; that punch hurt."

*****

95. Another problem

Alan and Susan returned home about 2 PM. Callum and his babysitter came out to greet them. 

"Did he tear apart the inside of the house, Becky?"

"No Mister Robbins, nothing that I couldn't put back together again."

While Susan was writing out a check for Becky, Callum said, "Daddy, I saw a man playing underneath your truck last night. Is something wrong with it?"

Alan thought quickly, and said, "Yes Callum, I had a brake light out, and the man had to fix it. I think I will change my clothes, and check it to make sure he did correctly."

"Can I watch while you check it?"

"Are you going to be a mechanic when you grow up?"

"No, I'm going to be an astronaut."

"Then what are you going to be doing under a truck?"

"I don't know."

"Let me go under the truck, and someone is going to come here later, and put something on the computer just for you. She is very smart and I think you will enjoy what she puts on it. She is a friend of Aunt Cassie and Uncle Harold's."

"Okay, I'll wait inside."

Alan changed, slid underneath his truck, and within a few minutes found the tracking device. He did not remove it. 

He called Celeste on his cell phone, gave her an update, and told her what he was going to do about it. He also needed another truck, and an airplane ready to go when he got to the airport. He needed Stephano to go food shopping for some very specific items before he brought Patty to their house. He also needed him to have their aircraft moved from Sedona to Prescott, with as much fanfare as possible. He wanted the people who were watching them to know about this.

*******

Celeste made a call to Colorado Springs. "Frank, did anyone from your facility try to download the programs from your computers?"

"No Celeste, I have my password protection on both computers. If anyone tries to access either of them, I would know about it."

"I want you to check both computers personally, and see if anyone tried to back door them. Someone is here trying to steal them, and the only way they would know the programs work, is by having access to them. Call me back."

"I will get back to you in 30 minutes, with your answer."

Her phone rang and she said, "Someone did, didn't they?"

"Your intuition is just right on the money, Celeste. They tried but they didn't get anywhere. The first firewall was breached, but the second one shut them down. We have their ID codes and we are looking through our tapes to see who tried to access the computers. As soon as we know they will be arrested. Thanks for the heads up, I'll get back to you."

******

Patty and Stephano arrived at Susan's house, and backed up as they were told to do. They brought the groceries in to the house that they had in the back seat of the car, and asked what was going on. Alan told them.

Patty said, "Oh shit, not again."

"Don't worry Patty; you are not going to be involved. I have it all worked out. Did you bring the boxes I asked for?"

"Yes, they are in the back of the car."

"Good, all we have to do is wait until dark. Patty, would you go to the computer and put in the password block to keep Callum out of Susan's trading platform, and set up one for him to play with?"

She went to the computer, and within 5 minutes everything was done. Alan called Callum and asked him to come down from his room to see what he had on his computer.

Patty watched him, as he started the computer up, logged in, and went straight to his new program. He asked if he could change his User Id and password so his mommy and daddy could not see what he was doing."

Patty said, "Do you think you are old enough to keep secrets from your parents?"

"They keep secrets from me."

"That's because they are your parents. When you become an adult, you can keep secrets from them. You cannot keep secrets from your parents now."

"That's not fair."

"When you have children, I want you to remember what you said, and tell me if it's fair or not."

"Do all you old people stick together, all the time?"

"Yes, we have to otherwise all you young people will take advantage of us. You are so much smarter than we are; we have to gang up on you."

"Oh, now I understand. Thank you."

Susan nearly peed her pants while listening to this conversation. She wished she had recorded it.

******

As darkness fell, Sergeant walked in the back door. "Damn flies, they will eat you alive."

Alan asked, "Did you make your phone calls?"

"Of course, everyone will be in unmarked cars, at both airports, and on the road. They will be wearing full body armor; no one wants a repeat of the last time."

"Where is your armor?"

"I left it on the porch out back."

"Okay, let's put the boxes in the back of my truck, covered with the tarp. Patricia you are staying here with Susan and Callum. Sergeant is taking my truck and going to Prescott to meet your aircraft. Stephano is coming with me in your car to get the real deal, and go to Sedona Airport. Everyone will be in position, by the time we get there."

"Sarge, we will lead off in the car. You will leave two minutes after us, at about 10 or 15 miles above the speed limit. If they cut you off, my truck has a rifle, 100 rounds of ammunition, and my Beretta with six extra clips. You will not run out of ammunition before the Calvary comes. Let's get ready; we will leave in five minutes."

Cassandra walked in the back door, as Sergeant was putting on his armor. She was not at all happy that he was playing policeman again, but she understood.

She put her arms around his neck, and said, "You have five people depending on you. Please take care of yourself and don't do anything foolish. I don't want to lose you, and neither do your children."

"Baby, I am going for a ride in a truck. If all goes well, I will be in Prescott in a little more than two and a half hours. As soon as I get to the airport, I will call you."

"If you don't call me within three hours, I am coming to get you."

"You have a deal."

Susan had something behind her back, and said to Stephano, "Sit down."

He did as he was told, as Alan and Sergeant grabbed his arms. Susan put Spirit Gum along his forehead and then attached a woman's blond wig to his head.

Stephano screamed, "Oh no you don't, you are not making a fairy out of me."

"Stephano, it has to look like you and Patty are leaving in your car. I don't look good as a blonde, so we elected you. Calm down, it will only be for a few hours."

Patty was hysterical laughing, as she looked at her husband in long blonde hair. "Steph, I kind of like."




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 23



"Don't you start with me Patricia; you will get it in the end."

"You said not until I was ready, and I am going to hold you to that."

Susan put her arms around Patricia, and said, "After a while darling, it's like falling off a log. You get used to it, and you really get off on it."

"Susan, you have no idea how big he is."

"Patty, you are in a room of very big men."

"You mean they're all that size?"

"Hell no, some are small as a pimple and some are as large as a tree. Apparently, we have three trees in this room."

Patty grinned. "The blonde tree is mine."

"Patricia, don't start with me."

She walked over to him and said, "I've never kissed a blonde before. May I kiss you?"

"If you don't, when we get home, you will wish you had."

They were in the middle of a kiss, when Alan said, "Okay, let's get on the road."

"Steph, I'm not fooling around when I say, please come back to me. I will never forgive you if you don't."

"Didn't your mother say we would have a long and happy life together?"

"No she didn't, she just said we would be fine. I want to fine to be for a long time."

"Okay, in that case I'll come back, but you have to promise me that you will learn how to take a joke, and not hit me when I tell one."

"I will work on that, I promise."

"Are you two newlyweds finished yet? We have to get going."

Stephano asked, "Can we use a bedroom for about two hours?"

Susan said, "Two hours, what takes two hours? Alan is done in three minutes."

Alan looked at his wife. "I think your egg timer is broken. I will buy you a new one after I whip you with a paddle."

"We don't have time to lovers' quarrels. We have to get on the road, children. Kiss and makeup, and get your asses in gear."

"I'll see you in about four hours Suze."

"You'd better, or I will send Callie after you."

"Ah, a fate worse than death."

Alan got into the driver seat of the Range Rover, as Stephano slinked into the passenger seat. He kept low, approximating Patty's height. They turned north on 89A toward Sedona at 45 mph. They passed a car on the side of the road that took note of their passing. 

As planned, Sergeant, driving Alan's truck, turned South on 89A heading towards Prescott at 60 mph. The tracking device was working perfectly, and as he passed the tracking car. It turned onto the road behind him, and followed him a discreet distance. 

The passenger in the chase car called the men in the second chase car, on the north side of Alan's home. He told them they was heading towards Prescott. 

The leader said it made sense. Patricia's aircraft had been moved from Sedona to Prescott. They must be loading the materials onto the aircraft there. He informed the first car to get to the airport before Alan did, and set up surveillance of the aircraft. He would keep track of him from behind.

Sergeant saw the headlights trailing him steadily about 500 yards behind. Suddenly, the car put on a burst of speed. He reached for the Beretta, and 20 seconds later the car sped by him, doing at least 100 mph. It did not make the least bit of sense to him, until he noticed another pair of headlights tracking him from the same distance. He called Felix to give him a heads up.

"Why is it every time you call me there is trouble?"

"Your life would be dull if it wasn't for me."

"My doctor says I would live longer if I lead a dull life."

"My doctor says excitement is good for my cardiovascular health."

Felix laughed. "I think we should have our doctors meet, so they can get their acts together. What do you have for me, Sarge?"

"Dark colored Chrysler 300, just passed me doing over 100 miles an hour. It was trailing me for over 5 miles and then took off like a bandit. I now have another car trailing me by the same distance. I don't think it's coincidental."

"Were you able to get a plate number?"

"No, he went by too fast."

"They may be trying to bracket you, or get someone to here ahead of you. Don't take the shortcut, stay on the main roads. My men will be watching for you."

"You know I have to make a detour."

"Yes, just be careful while you are out of touch with us. If anything happens, try to get to the high ground and get a cell signal."

"Will do Felix, stay safe. I will see you in a few hours."

At the first hairpin turn, by the Jerome Historic Park, Sergeant increased his speed to 80 miles an hour, and then slowed back down to 60. 

When the chase car came into view, they returned to their normal spacing. At the second hairpin turn, by the Gold King Mine, and Ghost Town, Sergeant increased his speed to 80 miles an hour, again. As he came out of the turn, and entered the straightaway, he brake quickly, slowed to 20 mph, turned off his lights, and left the highway. He turned onto a dirt road slowing the truck even further, without using his brakes. He watched in his rear view mirror as the chase car flew by him. He backed the truck up to the roadway and stopped. He took the transponder and threw it across the highway. He returned to the truck turned on his headlights and proceeded on a circuitous route to delay the men following him. He drove the 5 miles into the Badlands; and back his truck behind a large outcrop of stone. He took the rifle, Beretta, and ammunition, walked up a steep embankment. He found a great defensive position, in an outcrop of stone, just under the top of the hill. He took a drink of water, waited, and waited. It took his pursuers almost 40 minutes to find his position. Actually it was he who found them. They were driving with their lights on, following his tire tracks. Sergeant sighted in their left front tire, with his night scope, and blew it out with a single shot. As they tried to retreat, he blew out the rear tire. Their car was now disabled. The two men got out of the car, with their automatic rifles. They stayed behind the doors, and looked for a target.

Sergeant shouted out, "You are under arrest. Drop all your weapons, and move away from the car. One false move and I will put a bullet through your chest."

His answer was a fusillade of bullets, from the automatic weapons. They didn't come close to his position. He waited patiently, until one of the men made a mistake. He stuck his head up to take a look around. He received a bullet to his head instead. It was a glancing blow against his right temple, but his head bounced back against the solid doorframe, and it killed him instantly."

Sergeant yelled out again, "You are under arrest, unless you want to make the same mistake your friend did. Throw down your weapons and move away from the car.

He saw a shadow move stealthily towards the rocks. He yelled out, "So, a city boy wants to play hide and seek, with a country boy. Okay, I'll play along. I hope you have good shoes on, otherwise these rocks are going to cut your soles to shreds in a matter of minutes."

From his perch, he had only one vulnerable side, and that was from his left. The perpetrator had gone to the right. The guy couldn't get to him from above right or below, and because of the loose rocks; he heard every step the idiot took. He listened closely, and the man was still quite a ways off. He decided to move from his perch into a gully 50 yards to his left. If the man knew where he was, he would be concentrating on that area alone and not looking anyplace else. It was a chance, but not much of a chance, at all. He would still hear the man coming, but this time he would give him no warning.

It was a moonless night, and after 10 minutes, the noise stopped. Sergeant did not move; he barely breathe. Moments passed to minutes, and then he saw why there was no sound. The man crawled on top of this smooth rocky outcrop. He was attempting to slide down to the vulnerable left side of his hide. He did not have his automatic weapon with him, only his 9 mm. 

Sergeant took a shallow breath in, breathe out, and gently squeeze the trigger. The man never knew what hit him. He fell to the ground, still holding his weapon. Sergeant approached him warily. The guy was not dead, but he would be soon. He kicked the gun out of the man's hand. "Who the fuck do you work for?"

The man coughed up blood. He said in a fading voice "ah company."

Sergeant grabbed his chest, and said, "Who?" The man did not answer

, because he was dead.

Sergeant screamed at him. "God damn son of a bitch, what did you mean, 'ah company.'

Sergeant picked up the man's 9 mm and put it in his belt. He had no ID on him. He walked down the mountain to the other man, did the same thing, with the same results. He would leave the forensics to Felix and his crew. Altogether, it was a shitty night.

He returned to Alan's truck, and put the automatic weapon, and the 9 mm's in the back. He started the truck and began to retrace his steps to 89A. He was thinking about what had happened, when he hit a deep depression in the path and broke the trucks axle. If he was in a piss poor mood before, he was absolutely irate now. 

He refused to take off his body armor just in case the men in the other car came looking for their friends.

He slung one of the automatic weapon over his arm, took the rifle, the Beretta, and ammunition. He took a leak, and began the long walk towards 89A. It was at least 3 miles away.

The two men watching the Challenger aircraft had not been in touch with their leader for 40 minutes. They knew something was wrong. They left their position and headed back towards Cottonwood to see what had happened to them.

In Cottonwood, Cassie was at the end of her three-hour limit. Patricia went to her house to babysit the quads, as she went to find her husband.

In Prescott, Felix was looking at his watch and wondering what the hell happened to Sergeant. He ordered two unmarked patrol cars to search for him in the area of the Gold King Mine. As they were proceeding northwest, the dark Chrysler 300 that Sergeant reported earlier went past them at a high rate of speed. They called Felix to see what he wanted them to do.

Felix told them to pursue, but do not intercept, unless they stopped. "Use extreme caution; they are armed and dangerous."

Sergeant kept checking his cell phone for a signal, but it kept fading in and out. He had not walked this far in a lot of years, and he swore he would never do it again. Finally, he saw headlights passing in the distance, and he knew he was getting close to the highway.

He was within 50 yards of the pavement, when he heard tires screeching to a halt. The dark blue Chrysler came into view and a man got out on the passenger side, looking for something. Sergeant realized he was looking for the homing device.

He moved off the trail and into a little brush that had congregated there. Suddenly, two police cars surrounded the Chrysler, and uniformed officers, with their weapons drawn ordered the man in the car to get out, and the other man to keep his hands in the air

Sergeant got up and started walking towards the roadway; when Cassie came screeching halt, in her truck. It distracted the two policemen. It was all the time the two men needed, and they tried to disarm the officers.

Sergeant yelled, "Cassie, get in the fucking truck, and get out of here."

"But..."

"Move it."

She got into the truck and sped away, not knowing where she was going.

He raced across the street, with the Beretta in his hand. As soon as he cleared the Chrysler, he shot both men in their legs, incapacitating them.

"Thanks Sarge, that was close," Officer Timmins said.

"Much too close, if you ask me. There are two more bodies across the way. You will need the M.E. for them."

"Read these two their rights and then I want to ask them a question."

Officer Josephs said, "You have the right to remain silent. If you give up this right, anything...."

"Do you understand what the officer just said to you?"

No one answered.

Sergeant said to the two officers, "Isn't the moon wonderful tonight?"

As the officers looked into the sky Sergeant kicked one of the men in the ribs.

The man screamed in pain and said when his friends got here they were going to fuck him, his wife, and his children, until they were dead.

Sergeant replied, "Thank you for that information, and now I know you speak English. Do you understand your rights, or should I go to the other side, and see you speak any other language."

Timmins said, "Sarge, you can't do that with us here."

"You two aren't here. I shot them, and I and private citizen. As far as I'm concerned you haven't shown up yet. In a moment you can have your handcuffs back, because they are going to be dead."

Sergeant looked at the two men and said, "I am going to ask both of you one more time, "Who do you work for?"

They gave no answer.

Sergeant asked the other man, "Who do you work for?"

There was no answer.

"One of your friends said, before I killed him, he worked for 'ah company.' What company?"

Timmins said, "Sarge, did he say 'a company' or 'The Company.' If he said 'The Company,' that's the CIA." 

"Sarge, this one's eyes just opened wide, what do you think that means?"

"I think it means we have to call the Feds, and get Howard and Patty out of here. These assholes are not supposed to work inside the U.S. They are not going to a hospital; they are not going to jail. They are going to disappear into the desert, after we take them to Susan's for a while. She has a barn just the right size for these animals. I'll make some phone calls.

*****

Alan and Stephano had no problem at their end. They went to the cave, put the boxes into the Range Rover, and drove straight to the airport. The Gulfstream had one engine running, and the cargo bay open. The four lead lined boxes were put in, tied down securely, and the bay was closed. On board the aircraft were the three lawyers, and four of Celeste's guards, and the newlyweds.

When Captain Grison asked why Payne wasn't piloting this flight to Washington, he was told that Dycke and she were going to take a long awaited vacation. They would be here for two weeks. The aircraft was to be taken to Grumman for a maintenance check, and the crew would be given 10 days off with full pay. 

No further argument was heard from any member of the crew. They started taxiing out to the runway, when the captain received an urgent call for them to return to the terminal immediately.

When he arrived and lowered the stairs, there were blue lights from police cars everywhere.

Alan ran up the stairs and straight to Harold and Callie.

"You don't know how I wish I was joking with you now, but I'm not. You are both getting off this airplane. Harold your life is in danger. Sergeant just called, and he believes the people who tried to steal what you and Patricia have worked so hard on, were members of the CIA. If it is true, they will stop at nothing to kidnap and/or kill you both. We have to get you two to a safe place. We are calling the FBI. I swear this is not a joke."

"Harold get out of your seat and move. He is telling the truth. Let's go with him now."

Stephano ran into Cassie's home and grabbed Patricia as if that would be the last time he would ever see her.

She smiled. "What is the matter with you? Did everything go all right at the aircraft?"

"Everything went fine, except for one major detail. You are in trouble again. The people who tried to track Alan and the programs were members of the CIA. They tried to kill Sergeant and two police officers. Sergeant was able to get one of them to talk before he died. You have to call Michael, and tell him we need his help, and we need it quickly. Sergeant is not taking the two captives to jail or to the hospital for treatment. He is bringing them here. Ted will fix them up, and we will hold them incommunicado, until Michael figures out what to do with them. Harold and Callie are on their way here now with Alan."

*****

The phone rang in Alexandria, Virginia, and for some reason, the twins yelled, "It's Patty!"

It was in 80° day in Washington, and Michael said, "Yes, and they are going to declare today a snow day."

"Hello."

"Hello Michael, how are you today?"

Michael frowned as he turned to his daughters. "Today's a snow day."

Melody and Harmony yelled, "Hello Patty!"

Michael took the phone away from his ear so Patty could return their salutation.

"What's wrong Patty, I don't like the sound of your voice?"

She laid out the events of the day, and Michael sunk down in his chair.

"Are you sure?"

"How can I be sure Michael? Four men, two rented cars all cash with no drivers licenses. They were carrying automatic weapons and side arms. If it had not been for a third officer, two police officers would have been dead. These were trained killers, Michael. Just before one of them died, Sergeant asked him who he worked for. His response was, "a company." Considering he was dying, 'ah company' and 'the company' sound an awful lot alike. We have two programs that can change the world, Michael. Someone doesn't want it to happen. Who will gain, and who will lose; that is the question. At 9 AM this morning, your time, those programs are going to be presented for Patent in Washington. If what happened out here is true, I would make you a bet another attempt will be made on them before they get to the Patent Office."

"When and where is your aircraft scheduled to land?"

"It is supposed to land at Washington National at about 8 A.M."

"Get me the airplanes tail number and call me back."

*******

"Michael the tail number member is 652 Papa Sierra."

"Patty I have to ask you a question; 'Are you going to cause me a problem this time?'"

"No Michael, I can't, because I'm pregnant."

"Good for you Patty, congratulations to both you and Stephano. Let me take care of the four of you and everything will turn out fine. I will get to the bottom of this quickly. I am not going to go through channels. I'm going straight to the President with this."

"Thank you Michael, I can't tell you how much I thank you."

"652 Papa Sierra, this is Washington Center, turn left heading 090, radar vectors to Andrews Air Force Base, which will be your final destination."

"Washington Center, 652 Papa Sierra's final destination is Washington National Airport."

"652 Papa Sierra, as a matter of National Security your new destination is Andrews Air Force Base."

"652 Papa Sierra, turning left heading 090, new destination Andrews Air Force Base."

Captain Grison advised passengers of their change in destination, and everyone surmised something was very wrong on the ground. Harold and Callie had been rushed off the aircraft, and now they were not allowed to land at a public airport. This could prove to be a very interesting day.

Ted looked at Tom Shackleford and said, "You said I get paid from the time I leave my desk to the time I sit back at my desk. What happens if I get killed? Do I still get paid?"

"I'm going to be standing right beside you, Ted. Chances are if you get killed so will I. I won't be around to answer that question for you. You will have to ask Jim that question if he is around. I am sure Celeste will make Trudy a very wealthy widow."

The aircraft touched down at 8:06 A.M., and it was led to an area reserved for VIP aircraft. Six armored FBI Yukon SUVs drove up to the aircraft to meet it. Michael Free got out of the second vehicle and introduced himself to the three lawyers. The four guards were frisked, and relieved of their weapons, temporarily. The four boxes were removed from the belly of the aircraft, and were put in the back of the second, third, fourth, and fifth SUV's. They had a police escort in front and behind them. They took Interstate 95 to the Washington Beltway East to U.S.1 and then south to the Department of Commerce Building at 14th St. and Constitution Avenue. 

There was a crowd of people waiting to get in. When the FBI agents drew their weapons, and told them to move aside, they did so without question. The guards inside the building opened the doors and closed them as soon as the contingent was inside. The three lawyers went in first, followed by agents carrying the boxes containing the Holy Grail for future generations. When they arrived at the fifth floor, the double doors to the Patent Office swung open admitting them. They were closed and locked behind them.




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 24



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

This is a Novel

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96. The Reaper Claims Us All

Bruno and Victoria Valentino were walking down a path at the Fort Polk Joint Use Base that they had walked many times before. It was a pleasant fall day in Louisiana. The summer heat had finally given way to more pleasant temperatures. Without the stress of running the 'Family Business' and looking over his shoulder for someone to kill him, he had found a life of leisure. Victoria also seemed to youthen during their time together.

Bruno said, "Damn this pain in my back, it just won't go away."

Victoria replied, "I will rub it for you, again, but why won't you go see the doctor?"

"Those quack chiropractors are just going to adjust my spine, and crack every rib I have."

"Bruno, go see the doctor. Maybe he can give you a pill to relax your muscles."

"I don't think it's..." Bruno fell to the ground face first.

Victoria screamed as she turned him over, "Bruno, talk to me. What's wrong with you?"

The cameras that were following their movements alerted the medics. Military personnel, and a military ambulance were there within minutes, but it was too late. Bruno Valentino, head of the New York crime family that controlled the Island of Manhattan was dead.

Victoria was devastated. 42 years of marriage had ended. She tried to console herself saying they were together at the end, and he did not suffer. 

She had duty's to perform now. She had to call Stephano, her daughters, and the 'Family.' Stephano would be her first call.

Stephano looked at his cell phone. He smiled when he saw it was his mother. He was excited to hear from her.

"Hello mother; are you well?"

"Yes, my son, I am very well, but I have some terrible news. Your father passed away a few hours ago."

Stephano could not breathe for a moment. Victoria asked, "Stephano, are you all right?"

"Mother, I didn't know he was sick."

"The truth is he wasn't sick. We were both fine. We were out for a walk, and he was complaining about a pain in his back. It didn't seem like anything major, and I asked him to go to the doctor. He just fell to the floor. The medics were here in moments, but he was dead before they could do anything for him. Apparently, he had a heart attack. They will be doing an autopsy, to verify it. Damn him, Stephano; him and his pizzas. He could have lived another 20 years without them."

"Mom, Patricia, and I will be down tomorrow. Don't worry; we will take care of everything."

*****

"Patty, call Michael, my father just passed away. We are going Louisiana."

"I'm so sorry, Stephano. Your mother must be devastated. I will call Michael this instant. His agents aren't even here yet. He is going to have a fit."

"I don't care, my mother is more important."

She picked up the phone to call Michael. "Michael, I have a problem. Bruno Valentino just passed away. Stephano wants to go to Louisiana now. Your people are not here yet. Please don't be angry with me."

"What do you mean my people are not there yet? They should have been there more than an hour ago."

"They are not here, Michael. No one has shown up."

"Patty, take Harold and get out of there now. Tell everyone else that anyone that shows up from this point on is not a friendly. Patty move, and move quickly."

She hung up the phone, and yelled, "Alan, we have company coming, and they are not friendly. Michael wants me and Harold out of here now."

Alan came bounding down the stairs. "I bet they're looking for their two friends as well as you and Harold. Take the Rover, go out the back way, and get to your aircraft in Prescott. We will make their visit very unfriendly."

"Do you want me to take Callum with me?"

"No, just drop him off at Cassie's, and tell Sergeant to get over here. I'll call in the cavalry."

******

Alan called the Public Service Building in Cottonwood, and told Amanda to let him speak to the idiot.

"Alan, only I am allowed to call him an idiot. You have to call him Sheriff, Sheriff Idiot, or Elmore."

"Okay Amanda, can I speak to Sheriff Idiot, please?"

"I heard that Alan. Whatever it is, you can't have it."

"Okay, the next time the town Council wants to elect a new Sheriff, it won't be you. There is going to be a shootout at my house very shortly, and we are going to be outmanned and outgunned. I will have Susan send an email to your office explaining why we are all dead."

"Who is after you now, Alan?"

"They are not after me, you idiot, they are after Patricia, Harold, and our two hostages. They cannot afford to have four witnesses against them. Do you think you can send some help now?"

"Cars will be there in less than 10 minutes."

"Thank you Elmore."

The two men in the barn were gagged, and then covered under a mound of hay. 

Susan took up a position in the loft of the barn, with her rifle and ammunition. Alan was on the roof of the house, behind the chimney, with his rifle, and Beretta. Sergeant took a position close to the gravel road. He was well covered by trees and brush. He had his rifle and a 9-mm. automatic, courtesy of one of the captured gunmen.

The men who came for them this time were experts. They did not drive in. They walked in slowly, in camouflage fatigues, and looked for anything that was out of the ordinary. Two men walked within 15 feet of Sergeant's position, and never saw him. 

There were no vehicles in front of Susan's home. The men were wondered if they had come at a very opportune time.

Local birds were chirping, as if nothing was wrong in the area. Sergeant saw two men approaching from the rear of Susan's house and he needed to warn Alan. He imitated the call of a Cactus Wren, but just a little louder than the real bird.

Alan recognized the fake birdcall, and peaked towards Sergeants position.

Sergeant did not raise his head, just his arm pointing towards the rear of the house, with two fingers in the air. Alan understood the significance of the message. He had to take those two men out, before they entered his home. He stayed on the lee side of the house, and quickly moved below the ridgeline.

The two men had their weapons pointed towards the ground as he fired his first fatal shot, with his Beretta. The second gunman was startled, but raised his weapon and started to fire on full automatic mode. Alan slid to his right, over the ridge of his house, before he could take out the second man. The back of his home was now secure, but every other man, in this contingent, was now aware that there was a trap waiting for them.

From his hide, Sergeant took out the two men who passed him by. He returned to cover before anyone could see him.

As soon as sirens could be heard coming down the dirt road, the remaining men scattered. One became a target for Susan, and she hit him square between the shoulder blades, as he retreated. She changed her position to the far side of the barn, and caught another man as he reached the alternate route out of her property. She shot him in the hip. He was going anywhere.

The police captured three more, after a furious firefight. This left one man unaccounted for, as he disappeared through the brush. 

Elmore and another officer greeted him, when he reached their hidden vehicles.

It was getting to the point that Susan's barn had almost as many inmates as horses. The horses were still in the lead by three head: two geldings, eight mares, against seven men.

Doctor Ted Vincennes, with some helpful hospital staff, was doing as much outpatient surgery, as he did inpatient. He made sure to leave very impressive and identifiable scars on each of the men he treated. He took pictures of his work, just for his records.

*******

97. Fight or Flight

They tried to reach the crew of the aircraft all the way to the airport, but they could not contact them by cell phone. They were nowhere to be found. No one at the Flight Service Station had heard from them since they parked the aircraft the day before, had it serviced, and the tanks filled with fuel.

Patricia looked at Stephano and said, "They may all be captured, or killed for all we know. These people may have gotten to them. I can do it Stephano, I know I can. We have to get out of here now. I know I promised you I wouldn't, but please trust me, I can fly this airplane. We are in grave danger on the ground, and if they get to us, you, I, and our babies are dead."

Harold said, "I can't fly, but I can help you with air traffic control. I played with the simulators at home."

Callie took Stephano's arm. "Steph, I'd rather take a chance on these two in the air, than wait to get shot on the ground."

Stephano shook his head in defeat, as he looked at the three people waiting for his decision. He looked at his wife and said, "Patty, just make sure we have enough gas to get there."

She smiled at him, and said, "I promise, I'll even check the oil."

"Wife, you are going to be the death of me."

Patty kissed him, and said, "I certainly hope so."

He smacked her ass, and said, "Alright Captain, let's get off the ground, quickly."

Patty ran into the Flight Service Station, filed a flight plan to Polk AFB, put in Hank's Pilot ID number, and was out the door in less than five minutes.

Stephano and Callie were strapped in their seats, praying. Harold contacted the tower for takeoff clearance, and Patty was at the controls. As she started the engines, and began her systems check, she looked at Harold and asked, "Which way is Runway 01?"

Harold looked at her with horror on his face.

"Relax Harold, I was just kidding. Call for taxi and take-off clearance."

"Love Tower, this is 254 November, ready for taxi and takeoff instructions."

"254 November, altimeter 3003, winds calm, climb and maintain one seven thousand, Contact Center 125.15, upon leaving 10 thousand. Cleared for takeoff, runway 01."

Howard replied, "254 November, Roger, one seven thousand, contact Center 125.15 after leaving one zero thousand. Cleared for takeoff."

Patty pushed the throttles forward; she released the brakes, turned onto the main runway and increased to 90% power. As all the dials showed positive readings, she increased to 100% power and waited for Harold to give her the speed-readings; from the card on his lap.

He called out, "V1," seconds later, "VR" and finally, V2.

Patty pulled back on the yoke and the aircraft soared into the air, and raised the landing gear, when Harold called V2. She continued straight ahead; until she passed 3000 feet and started a right turned to heading 093 degrees, GPS, direct to New Orleans.

******

As they passed through 10,000 feet, Harold called Phoenix Center and asked for 43000 feet as a cruise altitude.

Patty put the aircraft on autopilot and called Michael. She knew what his reaction was going to be, so she turned the volume down low.

"Hello Patty, where are you?"

"I'm flying at 43,000 feet, on the GPS route to New Orleans."

"Patty, repeat that for me please."

"Don't yell at me, Michael. We couldn't contact our flight crew. We thought they might be dead. I have flown this airplane once before and I did fine. The airplane is flying itself right now, and will do so until we get to Louisiana. The only thing I have to do is land it. It is not that hard to do."

Michael yelled, "Are you out of your fucking mind? Pilots train for years to get that right."

"What would you have me you, Michael. Stay on the ground and get shot by those men, or take a chance and fly an airplane I flown before. The four of us made a decision, and we are flying safe and sound to Louisiana."

"Okay Patricia, I forgive you. There was a shoot-out at Alan's place. They are all safe, and we have several more in custody. I think you made the right decision. I will get you an escort as you approach Louisiana, all the way to landing."

"It's not necessary Michael, I can do it."

"Patricia, my ulcer hasn't acted up in months. My girls have even been good. All of a sudden, I have this knot forming in the center of my gut. Please don't argue with me."

"Okay Michael, you can get me your escort. However, if he shoots me down it's your fault."

"Harmony, would you find my Rolaids please. Patty's trying to kill me again."

"I am not Michael, I love you too much."

"The first time you said that to me, you turned off my computers."

"That was just to get your attention, and I did."

"Why couldn't you have gone to Treasury instead?"

"Would you believe me if I said it was because your building was uglier?"

"How can you joke at a time like this? I have to make arrangements for you to land at an Air Force base. I'll talk to you later. I'll also see you at Bruno's funeral."

"Michael thanks you for all your help."

Her next phone call was going to be ugly. Her father was going to go ballistic.

******

"Hello dad, please stay calm, when I tell you what's going on. Jemma and your son are depending on you."

"Patricia, this sounds ominous. What is happening to you, and Stephano, now?"

"We believe teams of CIA men have tried to steal the programs Harold and I invented. They have tried to kill or capture both of us. So far, there have been two attempts on our lives."

There was no a sound at the other end of the line.

"Dad, are you all right?"

"Yes, I am thinking. Tell me more about this situation."

She laid it out for him, point by point, and she could feel the heat from his body coming through the phone.

"Baby, where are you now?"

"We are at 43,000 feet heading towards New Orleans. Bruno Valentino passed away a few hours ago, and Stephano wants to be with his mother. It just worked out that way."

"Very good, so you will be on the Army base where he was being held?"

"Yes dad, we will be very safe there."

"Alright baby, I have to make some calls. People owe me a lot of favors. I am going to call some of them in, now."

"Dad, please don't get in trouble."

"Don't worry about it, everything will be fine. Give my condolences to Stephano and Victoria when you see her."

"I will dad." She hated when he said 'everything was going to be fine', but there was nothing she could do to control his temper.

******

Her final call was to Celeste, and if she thought her father's reaction was to go ballistic, she believed Celeste would have the baby on the aircraft, over the Atlantic.

"Why didn't you call me first? My people would've gotten a confession out of those men within an hour. Now you have the Feds involved, and we can't touch them. Patty where are your brains?"

"They are controlling my emotions, unlike someone I know. I try not to break the law, if I can help it."

"If someone is trying to kill you, fuck the law. You kill them first, and worry about the consequences later. I'm going to call a friend, and get the use of his private island in the Caribbean, until this is settled. It will be you, Stephano, Harold, and Callie; plus my private army. If the Feds want to put the Coast Guard around it, that's fine. No one can get to you there."

"Celeste, I don't tan very well. Make sure there's a lot of sunscreen there."

"People are trying to kill you, and you're worried about skin cancer?"

"I would like to be around when I'm as old as you are."

"You bitch; I will get you for that one."

"Is Philip there, if he is put it on speaker, I have to tell him something."

Philip answered, "We are on speaker Patricia; go ahead."

"Philip, what are you going to name your son?"

Celeste screamed, "You bitch, I hope they kill you. If they don't I will. How did you know it's a boy? I didn't tell anyone."

"I didn't until verified it for me." 

"I am still going to kill you."

"Celeste, you are so easy."

"I got you; you talked to her. You talked to Antonia. She always says that to me. Where are you, I'm going to come there and kill you right now"

"I'm flying an aircraft to Louisiana. We had to get away from the people who are after us."

"You don't have a pilot's license."

"I read all the manuals. It's not that hard to do. These new airplanes fly themselves."

"By the way, who is Antonia?"

"I told you about her, she's the math whiz that takes care of my finances."

"One day I'd like to talk to her. She sounds like a lot of fun."

"Both of you should have been killed at birth. My life would have been so much easier. I have to make a few phone calls. I shouldn't, but because you owe me money. I have to keep you alive."

"Celeste, I hate to tell you this, but Harold and I have not signed any contracts with you or Dycke yet. We own both programs independently. You are not getting a penny out of either of us."

"We have a verbal contract, which is enforceable in a court of law."

"There are no verbal contracts on 'Intellectual Property.' Even you should know that. Ask your lawyers, they will tell you."

"I don't like you Patricia, I don't like you one bit."

"Philip, make love to your wife. She seems a little upset. Sex normally calms a woman down, after she cums, four five times."

"Keep your hands off me Philip."

Philip said, "Goodbye Patricia, I'm going to take your advice and try to calm her down. I'll figure out a name for my son by the time we land."

"Philip, get away from..."

********

Patty was looking at the aviation charts, while Harold was looking out of the windows, when he shouted, "What the fuck is that?"

Patty looked and said, "That is an F-22 Raptor. I think we just got our escort."

A female voice came over her headset, and asked, "Has anyone seen an airplane flying without a real pilot at the controls?"

"Aurora, is that you?"

"They took my F-15 away from me because of you. They won't let Generals fly an older airplane."

"Congratulations on your promotion general; you deserved it."

Aurora Markham turned the Raptor onto its back and asked, "Do you want to try this?"

"No, I think I'll leave my airplane the way it is."

"Pussy! Let me talk to air-traffic control. I'll tell them I have you in tow. You will follow me into Barksdale Air Force Base. From there, we will get you to Polk. Your crewmembers were found in their hotel rooms, drugged, and tied up. They are going to be fine."

"I am so happy to hear that."

Moments later, Aurora came back and said, "Okay Patty, turn off your transponder, and follow me."

"Transponder; what's that?"

"Listen you little shit, you probably know more about that airplane, than the people who built it. You give me any more trouble, and I'll put a Sidewinder up your ass."

"I told Michael someone was going to shoot me down. I'm glad it's a friend."

"When we get on the ground, I'm going to take you to the Officers Club, and get you stinking drunk. Something has got to loosen you up."

"Stephano did it two weeks ago, when he popped my cherry. He got me pregnant the same night, so I'm not allowed to drink anymore."

"God you Italians work fast."

"If you are going to do it, you may as well do it first time out."

"Patty, set the automatic pilot to 2000 feet per minute decent, heading 150 degrees. I'll be off your left and slightly ahead of you all the way down."

******

As they turned final approach, Aurora said, "Patty, you are cleared to land. You have an 18 knot crosswind from your right, so be careful."

"Aurora, which of these runways should I land on; the big one or the little one?"

"Patty, there is only one runway."

"Well, I see two of them; a big one on the left and a small one on the right."

"Patty, you idiot, that's the taxiway."

"It's bigger than the runways at Aspen, and Prescott."

"That's because our airplanes are bigger; land on the big runway and shut up."




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 24



Patty brought the Challenger down to a smooth landing, and turned off on the high-speed taxiway. The aircraft was greeted by a follow-me truck and was escorted to the Base Operations facility. On the way there, they passed the mammoth B52, and C-5 airlift aircraft. They dwarfed her Challenger. Now she realized why the taxiway and runway were so wide.

15 minutes after they arrived, someone yelled, "Attention!"

The General said, "As you were." She walked over to Patty and hugged her. "Show off; even one of my nuggets couldn't have done any better."

Patty replied, "I read all the manuals, I don't know what the big deal is?"

"Patty, one day I'm going to put you in a flight simulator, and have you fly in severe weather. I want you to tell me what the manuals say about that."

"I can tell you what the manuals say about that right now. They say, 'Stay out of it.'"

Aurora laughed. "You can probably tell me the page, and paragraph it was on."

Patty was about to tell her, when Aurora put a finger to her lips. "Don't you dare, or I'll break your legs."

Patty asked her how soon they could get to the Army base, because Stephano wanted to be with his mother.

"Your helicopter is ready to go." 

Aurora hugged Patty again, and whispered in her ear, "Thank you for my Star, I'll make sure all women in uniform benefit from it."

"I take it you haven't seen the changes in the Uniform Code of Military Justice yet?"

Aurora looked at her in horror. "Patricia, what did you do?"

"Who me, I'm a civilian, what could I possibly do to the military?"

"Patty, they will put you in jail, and throw away the key."

"Right now, I might be safer in there."

"I have never known a smaller girl get into bigger trouble than you."

"As Albert Einstein said, 'It is not the use of your frame that counts; it is the use of your brain."

"They will quote that man until the end of time."

"I'm glad you think so, because I just made that up."

Aurora laughed. "Go to your helicopter, and get off my base. You are incorrigible."

"Please don't tell my husband that Aurora."

"You don't have to General, he already knows it," Stephano said. "I chased her for a year and a half until she caught me. I was safe in my own little bubble, until we met. Now I'm running for my life."

"Is this tall wimp your husband? Couldn't you have picked a man with balls?"

Patty grabbed Stephano's arm. "Trust me, Aurora, not only does he have balls, but he has a tree to hang them on."

"Oh my, you lucky devil you. Congratulations to both of you, now get off my airbase. We have a training mission coming up, and I have a lot of work to do."

********

98. A Presidential Imperative

In Washington, two hours after the President gave his edict to Bob Brooks and Michael Free to find out who was after Patty, Harold and their two programs; the two directors sat in conference with the heads of the Treasury Department, and the Secret Service, to map out a strategy to find who might have funded this operation. No one from directors down, or janitorial staff up was to be excluded. For the next seven days, all non-essential work would be put aside to work on this problem. They head of the Treasury Department, Jack Brew, asked Bob Brooks to sign a waiver into his financial dealings. He signed it without hesitation. Michael Free did the same. Julia Pierman offered to sign, but was excluded because she, and her department was not under investigation.

Moments after the conference ended, a worldwide net of computers, and manpower were looking for any and every illegal transfer of money to offshore banking accounts of current and former CIA and FBI members. To broaden the net even further, they decided to look into the dealings of the burgeoning Security Industry. Former CIA, Navy SEALs, Army Ranger, and Special Forces team members were highly recruited, and highly paid by these firms to perform extremely hazardous duty. Anyone, from legitimate companies, to Warlord controlled countries could hire these men for any purpose they desired. It was not only happening here, in the US, but all around the world. The only leg up they had so far was the captives all spoke English, without an accent.

The president called a special meeting with the Senate Foreign Intelligence Committee advising them of the actions taking place in the Central United States.

Senator Batch, from Utah, asked, "Why are you bothering us with an internal United States problem?"

The normal, mild mannered president said, "If word of this leaks out from this room, the eight of you will be in jail for the rest of your lives, or dead for high treason." He hit his intercom button and asked his secretary to bring in the paperwork.

She entered the room and passed one sheet of paper to each Senator.

Angrily, the President said, "Read it, sign it, or leave the room."

Three Republican Senators looked at Batch for his approval. He nodded his head and they all signed.

"Nancy, notarize them, make two copies. File the original, give each member a copy, seal the others in an envelope marked, 'Ultra' and give it to the Secret Service for storage."

When her job was done, she left the office and sealed the door.

The president said to no one in particular, "Turn off the cameras, and the sound." A yellow button on his desk flashed indicating his orders had been followed.

"You realize you have just signed your own death warrants if this leaves the room, don't you? I will be seated in the first row middle seat to watch the executions, just to show you how important what I am about to tell you is. We have in our possession, two new Computer Programs that can clean the Earth's atmosphere of 90% of all pollution, within 10 years after all the changes in the coal and fossil fuel polluting industries have made the required modifications. The first program takes the pollutants from coal and turns them into inert matter that can be spread across anything, from desert to farmland, and not harm it. It will not hurt anything from humans, to animals, to groundwater. The results of the tests are stunning. They ran it through Cray, in Colorado Springs and the scientists were in awe of it. The second program takes fossil fuel contaminants and turns them into long line carbon filaments that can be turned into fabric, plastics that can be made into furniture, toys, and automobile parts. The possibilities of this program and the resulting carbon fibers are limitless.

Now, for the reason you are here. Someone tried steal these programs; and kill or capture the two people, who invented them. They were declared National Treasures by me long ago. They were both child prodigy's and they are just hitting their stride. There is no telling where they will go from here. There was another attempt to steal their programs before they could get to the Patent Office, Monday.

It is believed that members of our CIA were involved. If they were co-opted to do this, it had to be by a company or country, with unlimited funds. My gut says it is a foreign country. Who has the most to gain from these new inventions? Who could hold the world hostage by withholding them from the market for decades to come, until the world is choking from all the pollution we are putting into the atmosphere. At that point, we would be willing to pay exorbitant sums of money to anyone who had the solution. I know what I believe, but I want to hear what your gut reaction is before I speak."

Senator Batch said, "Mister President, two nations come to my mind instantly. However, we may be turning a blind eye to a third and fourth possibility. China has more of our money than we do, and Russia at this time I don't believe has the gumption to try it. That leaves two other countries that I believe have the balls to do it. India, because of their developing tech industry, segmented population and pollution problem that is out of control. Most of their water is unusable. Even though during the monsoon season they get over 150 inches of rain, their three main rivers are so polluted you can't eat the fish that live in them, without getting sick. 

My other thought might surprise you, but they have the biggest brass balls in the Far East: Taiwan. We are sworn to protect them, and with this technology, and time on their side, in 20 years their economy could be one of the three largest in the world. They have a lot of people, with deep pockets, who could fund an operation like this, and a banking system that could hide it."

The President rocked back in his chair thinking. "Now you know why I asked the eight of you to come here. I was thinking in the box, and you jumped out of the box instantly. Thank you Senator, I will pass that along. Does anyone else have any suspects in mind?"

"There is always the possibility of the Japanese trying this, but I really doubt it. Their political system is so fractured right now, even a hint of something like this taking place, with the consent of their government, might cause their entire system to fail."

There was general agreement around the table about that assessment.

"Now I want you to think within the borders of the United States, and what companies might be willing to do something like this knowing the dangers of getting caught?"

This time Senator Levine laughed. "Mister President, I know this is not a laughing matter, but I can name several without a problem. Many of these companies haves ties to organized crime. The top of the list would be the Coal Industry, and its powerful lobby; the complete transportation Industry, from cars to ships, and the power producers of all types, except nuclear. We have a different problem with them: storage of their nuclear rods. Then you can expect the usual battle with the Environmental Lobbies, about using unproved methods to clean up the atmosphere, when we're trying to do just that. The Sierra Club will come at us for trying to dump the inert matter on virgin land, even though you will be able to prove that the matter is inert, and can do no harm to anything including groundwater. So, sir, this is a damned if you do, and damned if you don't situation. 

"I am happy to say I won't be President when this comes before the country. Let Clark Atwater take care of it."

Senator Batch said, "I didn't realize Clark had been elected by the people yet, sir?"

The president reached in to his desk draw and took out a Susan B. Anthony dollar coin. He said, "Senator, I will bet you this dollar that a year from next January Clark will be sitting in this office."

Batch sat back in his seat. "Mister President, I've heard about that coin of yours. You have not lost a bet with it, since you college days."

"Is that a no?"

"Yes Mister President, my answer is no."

The president continued, "The only people you can discuss this with are Bob Brooks and Michael Free. You can do it either in person, privately, or on secure lines. Don't put anything on electronic media or in writing. We don't know where the leak is, and what access they may have."

******

Stephano nearly crushed his mother, as he hugged her. "Mom, it was too soon. The two of you finally found a life together that was good for both of you."

"Stephano, we had many good months together. We talked to each other more during that time than we did during all our married years. It was truly wonderful to have him all to myself. Knowing he died by my side, and without suffering, instead of having a bullet in his head, is a great comfort to me. I don't think God will be kind to him, but at least he was kind to me, and let me have my husband back for a little while."

Patty's mind opened, and she remembered her mother talking to her about Bruno's death.

She said, "Mom, don't worry, your grieving will end very soon. Be happy for him, and for the way he died."

Victoria looked her daughter in the eye, and gleaned the meaning of her words.

"Will I be with him, again?"

Patty's eyes glazed over. "No, mom, you will be with my mother, doing God's work."

Victoria kissed her and said, "I suppose I can't be angry with him for taking Bruno away from me?"

Patty whispered into Victoria's ear, "My mother told me God is a woman."

Victoria laughed. "Do you think we should tell the Pope?"

"He's German; do you really think he would believe us? He would probably excommunicate us, like they did to Martin Luther."

Stephano asked, "What are you two whispering about?"

Victoria said, "My grandbabies."

"Mom, you have 8 ½ more months to wait for their arrival. Why don't you talk about women's stuff: shopping, fashion, hair-do's or other nice frilly things?"

"Patricia, haven't you trained him yet?"

"I'm working on it, mom. He is a hard nut to crack. 24 years in a male dominated family. I've only had him for two weeks. Give me another few days, and I will bring him to heel."

Victoria was laughing so hard her sides began to hurt. "My son, you are in big trouble, from this little girl. If you don't start running now, your life will never be the same."

"Mother, you knew my life would never be the same the night you met her at my party. You knew there was something different about her that evening; didn't you? There was something about her that told you she would be my downfall, and you never warned me. She was fire and I was ice. You knew I would melt for her. You got your wish mother. I am a shell of the man I used to be."

Patty held Victoria's arm and said, "He is a handsome shell, isn't he, mom? I have already warned him that I am going to bend him until he breaks. When he does, he will become the perfect husband."

"Fuck you, Patty."

"Do we have time? Where do you want to do it? I told you never to fool around about that ever again. If you promise me sex, you had better be ready to fulfill that promise immediately."

"Mother, I have married a nymphomaniac."

"How wonderful for you Stephano; you have met someone that can keep up with your appetites."

"Keep it up mother; she is going to kill me in bed."

"Yes my son, but it will take the mortician days to take the smile off your face."

"If I told a joke like that to her, she would be beating the crap out of me this minute. She has no sense of humor."

"I'm working on it. It will just take me a little time to get used to your baser instincts."

*******

99. A Method Tried & True

William Zabo called Alan and told him he was coming over for a 'Meeting.' He was not coming to say "Hello." He was not coming over to see Callum. He was not coming over to ride a horse. He was coming over to have a "Meeting." Alan knew William very well. When he said they were going to have a "Meeting," someone was going to get hurt. Someone had tried to harm his daughter. Now, someone was going to pay a very heavy price. 

Alan walked outside to greet him when he arrived. The first words out of William's mouth told him what was going to happen.

"Hello Alpha."

"Hello Delta; all of them or a select few?"

"All of them, before the director gets here."

"William, considering the amount of food, and other supplies that are going to be needing, that's going to be about eight round trips. I am going to leave a trail behind me, a blind man could follow."

"The men and supplies will be flown in by helicopter, at night. We will need you there, only once, with a homing beacon, and green marking lights. Once everything is set up, you will no longer be involved. The men escaped during the night, and you do not know where they went. Is that understood?"

"Loud and clear, Delta; but Patty, Callie, and their husbands, are my friends. If you need anything, call me, and you will have it."

William said, "I will be at home, with my wife and son. When Mister Free gets here and finds the hostages missing, the first person he is going to look at is me. I am going to be shocked, and appalled that these men got away, and are going after my Patricia again."

"I know you can pull that off, William. Meanwhile, at the cave, your men will be playing shock and awe with the men who tried to hurt Patty."

"I don't want the men that we have in custody. I want the men at the top of the food chain. Those are the men who will be fed to the sharks, piece by piece."

"I guess Susan, Callum, and I are going over to Sarge and Cassandra tonight?"

"Yes, right after you check on your captives, making sure that their chains are secure, and that they are fed." 

William reached into his pocket and pulled out a vial containing a dark liquid. "You will put two drops of this into their drink. In an hour, they will all be asleep. At midnight, you will make your way to the cave. You must be there, and set up for us to arrive by 12:45 AM. I have everything you need in the trunk of my car."

"It doesn't help me if it's in your car, William. Let's put it in my truck, so I can do my part of the job. I expect Michael will be here by noon tomorrow. I will call him first thing tomorrow morning, to tell him they have escaped."

"I will make sure my men leave a trail into the woods, just in case they bring dogs out to follow them."

"I feel bad for Michael, but if you can break at least one of them, we can leak some information back to him to help with his investigation."

William replied, "I will do that for him, as long as I remain one step ahead of him. Whoever tried to kill my baby is already dead. He just doesn't know it."

********

It was 12:40 AM, when Alan turned on the low powered homing beacon for the helicopter to zero in on. He turned on the glow sticks and put them in a circle, wide enough for a large helicopter to set down in, and waited.

12:45 AM came and went and there was no sight or sound of the helicopter approaching. Alan checked to make sure that the homing beacon was functioning properly, and it was. Finally, at 1:20 AM Alan heard the helicopter approaching his position. He took his two red glow sticks and started waving them above his head, indicating the wind direction to the pilot. Within minutes the big beast was on the ground and its blades were slowing down.

William jumped out of the cargo bay, and walked over to Alan. "Would you believe the truck had a flat tire, and a police car stopped to help us?"

Alan laughed, "As their logo says, 'To Protect, and to Serve.' He did both those jobs tonight."

"Yes, but I wish he gave someone else a speeding ticket. The drops worked perfectly, they are all asleep and will be for another four to six hours. You can head home, Alan, your job is done."

"William, I should take you home. Michael will run directly to your place, after I tell him these guys have disappeared."

William thought about that possibility, and said, "Give me one moment; I have to speak to someone."

Alan watched him walk over to a man, who stood about 5'7" tall, and ramrod straight. He had a slight muscular build, and greying crew cut. This man had authority written all over him.

William's sentences were very short, and Alan lip reading skills were severely limited. However, it was plain to see this man's answers were just as brief: "Yes Sir." 

William might be the boss, but this man was in charge.

William walked back to Alan and said, "We can leave now, everything is in good hands."

"I won't even ask you his name, but I could not agree with you more." 

On his way to the truck, Alan looked over his shoulder. They were carrying the captives into the cave, like sacks of wheat. He did not feel sorry for any of them. They would have killed his family, and friends, without a thought. William was correct. These were the underlings, the worker bees. The people, who hired them, might not be the top men either. They could be the middle managers. William would get to them also. Sooner or later, William, using methods law enforcement could not use, would get to the top of the pyramid. Alan would not want to be that person, or that person's family. William would probably eradicate them all. Alan felt sorry for that person's family.




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 24



*******

"How the hell did that happen, Alan?"

"I don't know Michael. We checked their chains when we gave them dinner. Everything was fine when we left them, and went to see Sarge and Cassandra. When I went out there this morning, to let them use the bathroom, they were all gone. Their chains were unlocked, and they were gone. They did not try to get into the house, or anything; they just disappeared into the night."

"Someone must have helped them, or someone else may have kidnapped them. Have you spoken with William Zabo recently?"

"Of course, I have. I had to tell him what was going on with Patty. I thought he was going to have a stroke when I told him about the second attempt on her life. When I told him that you told her to run and hide, because your men had not shown up yet, he could not breathe. To add insult to injury, he found out she was flying an airplane, without a pilot's license. I was sure he was going to wind up in the hospital. Thank goodness for Jemma; she was able to keep him calm enough so he didn't get ill. He felt much better when Patty called him from the aircraft, told him that she was fine, and said she was going to be with Victoria on the Army base. He was on the phone with her for almost 30 minutes."

"Do you know where he is now?"

"I would suspect he is at home. It's only 7:30 AM here."

"Okay, I'm going to give him a call, and see if he's heard from Patty again."

*******

Jemma picked up the phone. "Zabo residence."

"Good morning Jemma, this is Michael Free, of the FBI, can I speak to William please?"

"Is it important Michael, because that sleepy head is still in bed?"

"Yes Jemma, it is very important that I speak to him now."

Michael listened as Jemma walked through the house to the bedroom, opened a door, and started to awaken her husband.

"Hey, sleepyhead, you have an important phone call. It's Michael Free, from the FBI."

Michael heard William say to Jemma, "Did something happen to Patty?"

"I don't know, he asked to speak to you directly."

"Hello Michael, is Patty alright?"

"Good morning William, she has 60,000 U.S. Army troops surrounding her. I doubt anyone could get to her through that screen."

"In that case, could you call at a more decent hour of the morning, and not scare me to death the next time."

"I had to speak to you urgently, to advise you the men that were after her escaped last night from Alan's barn."

"What; how the heck did they do it? Those chains were brand new, and half inch thick. The locks were tamper-resistant. I bought that stuff myself. The only ones that had keys were Alan and Sergeant. I trust those two men with my life."

"Alan said that the locks did not look tampered with. It had to be a professional job. They must've had outside help. It may have happened when Alan, Susan, and Callum were over at Sarge's house, or in the early morning hours. I will know more when I get there."

"Michael, I normally don't ask for permission to get involved, but Patty asked me not to, because she doesn't want me to get in trouble. However, I know a lot of people, and I'm asking you, 'Should I get involved?'"

"William, don't do it. The FBI, CIA, Treasury, and Secret Service, are working on this jointly. We have everything covered. We are going back six months to check on any illegal transfer of funds, from countries and companies worldwide. Whoever put these people up to it had to have a tremendous amount of cash to spread around, considering the amount of people we have seen so far. We have pictures of all these men thanks to Alan. They have to be in someone's databank, either from the military, deep cover agency, or the Boy Scouts. We will find them, and we will get to the bottom of this. The President has given us one week to do it. If we don't, I will call you back, and ask for your help."

"I can live with that Michael; just make sure nothing happens to my daughter in the meantime. Bruno's funeral will probably take place in New York. She will be wide open for many hours. I will not allow her to be harmed."

"I agree. The President will have my balls on his keychain if anything happens to her. I will take care of all the arrangements for her protection, at Bruno's funeral."

"Michael, don't leave me out of the loop. I want to know what's going on. Jemma, Junior and I will be flying to New York tomorrow morning. You know how angry I will be if you hide something from me."

"William, I love your daughter as if she were my own. Once I know anything, you will know it. Have a safe trip home."

******

100. Caving In

Each of the seven men was chained individually into a bolt behind their back and into the floor. They had less than 12 inches of wiggle room in either direction. They could not reach the man to his left or right, and what they were looking at straight ahead made them queasy. Their captors were not like Alan, Sergeant, and Susan. These men were just like they were. These men were professionals, and they knew they were in trouble.

Then, this little fellow walked in, and all their captors stood at full attention.

"My name is Colonel Lucius C. Canyon. 93rd Army Rangers Retired. You can call me Colonel, or Sir, you call me anything else, and you will fear me more than you fear your God. Do you wonder why this pig is hanging upside down, with its head 1 foot above this fire? Let me tell you why. Some warlord in Africa came up with this torture, I can't pronounce his name, never could, but I love what he came up with. The fire is not really that hot, but over time it cooks the brain but doesn't kill you. What it does is swell your head, until your skull bursts open. That's when you die. I did it to a few Serbs, and I must admit I was a lot younger, but after I saw what they did with infant Croat babies, I really didn't care what happened to them. I really don't care what happens to you. You will not leave here unscathed, that I can promise you. However you can leave here alive, and able to lead a prosperous life with both arms in both legs. You will have learned a valuable lesson in who your friends should be and who they should not be. I hope you have your money well hidden and what you are about to experience makes it worth your while. Before we pick one of you to start, does anyone have anything to say about who hired you and for what purpose? You have five seconds."

"Sir, I have something to say."

"Philip we will mark this boy down as number one."

"Yes sir."

"Boy, I don't care about your name rank and serial number, if you don't give me what I want, you will be hanging upside down next to that pig."

"No Sir, I had just retired after 20 years with the U.S. Diplomatic Security Service. I don't think I was to my bank yet to deposit my last check, when a man from the Executive Protection Agency handed me his card, and asked me to be at his office the next day for an interview. He said it would be very well worth my time."

"Son, this is all very interesting, but would you get to the point please."

"Yes sir. In his office he told me they were looking for a man and a woman who had stolen corporate secrets and were trying to patent them as their own. They were very well protected, and the company was putting a team together to go get their programs back. I asked all the appropriate questions, he gave all the appropriate answers, and then he gave me the one answer I couldn't refuse, but should have. One job, $300,000.00 cash; I should have run away as soon as he said cash, but considering what I had in the bank after 20 years with the government, it sounded very good. I took the job. Eight other men and I went out to reclaim the company's property."

"What were your orders?"

"Don't let anything stand in your way; just get those 4 boxes."

"Your employer knew there were exactly 4 boxes?"

"Yes sir, we were told to bring back 4 boxes."

"You received no instructions as to the people who invented these programs?"

"No Sir, I did not."

"Philip, remark our friend here as number 7."

"Yes sir."

"Do any of you have anything to add to this gentleman's story? Don't be shy, because we will have corroboration of everything he said, before sundown tonight. If he lied to me, he's going to have a hard time picking up pennies, without thumbs."

"Okay, there appears to be no more volunteers. Jack get the nail boards, and make number two available for training."

Two boards, 2 inches thick, and 14 inches long, with nails 4 inches long driven through them were presented to the men.

The Colonel said, "I am sure most of you are familiar with these, but for those of you who are not, let me explain. These boards will be strapped to your feet and held fast by a pulley. Every time I ask a question, and I do not receive a satisfactory answer the strap on the pulley will be tightened, first on the left foot and then on the right. After 20 questions, the nails will have penetrated your foot completely. If you think it was painful going in, pulling them out is 100 times more painful. You will never walk properly again. Philip is number two ready?"

"Yes sir, he is."

"Son, do you have anything to say before I begin."

The Colonel received no answer.

"Philip one turn please."

The other captives watched in horror as the nails penetrated the bottom of number 2's flesh. The scream that went along with it, made them nauseous. They wanted to turn away, but their guards made sure they continued to watch number 2 suffer.

The Colonel did not hurry with his questioning. He let his prisoner think about his pain before he went with the first question.

"Who hired you?"

"Fuck you."

The Colonel looked in number 2's eyes and said, "Pray to your God, sonny, because you have no idea what hell is on earth. Philip two quick turns on the right."

The nails penetrated a quarter inch into number 2's right foot, causing intolerable pain. He nearly passed out, but a guard put amyl-nitrate under his nose to keep him awake.

One of the prisoners said, "Sir I have something to say."

"Sonny, I am not through with this man yet. He insulted me. When I am finished with him, you can tell me what's on your mind." The Colonel did not finish with number 2 for another 90 minutes. He was alive, but he wished he was dead.

*******

"Sir, we have what you want."

"Great work Colonel; are you going east or west?"

"We are processing that information now sir. If I am traveling east I will give it to you myself. If I am traveling west, I will call you."

"Will my daughter be safe in New York?"

"I am uncertain at this point, sir. From what we have gathered here tonight, there are still two teams unaccounted for. There were a total of 26 recruits. Four teams were trained: two four-man reconnaissance teams, and two nine-man assault teams. It was generally believed among the captives that the second assault team was to be at Reagan National Airport to take the Computer Programs after the aircraft landed. One of the men here swears he was never told to kidnap any of the people on that aircraft. Several others say otherwise. It could have been a security protocol, because he was new to the team."

"What is the condition of the hostages?"

"Six are in good health; the seventh should not have insulted me."

"I will inform the FBI six of the prisoners are back in Alan's custody. It is too bad about the seventh; he got lost in the desert and could not be found; ever again."

"It will be my pleasure sir. I should have confirmation of the whereabouts of the tip of the spear, within six hours. I will give you that information, as soon as it is confirmed."

"Thank you for your fast work, Colonel. There will be an extra million dollars in your account."

"It is always a pleasure working for you sir."

*******

101. Aftershocks

"Congratulations Alan; you do great work."

"Thank you William, what did I do this time?"

"You were out hunting, and you caught six of the men who escaped."

"Do you really believe anyone is going to buy that story?"

"I can guarantee you the six men who are going to return to your care will back you up 100%. They saw what happened to number seven, and they are so happy to be alive they would nominate you for president if you asked them."

"What time should I call the Feds?"

"8 A.M. your time should be a good hour."

"You do realize Michael is going to chew my ass off, while you are all safe and sound, in New York."

"Yes, isn't that wonderful."

"I will get even with you for this William. The next time we should have a barbecue, I'm going to make your ribs so hot you going to breathe fire."

"I will look forward to it, Alan. Just as a heads up, however, I am told there are two more teams on the loose. One four-man team and one 9-man team. They are believed to be on the East Coast, but you can never be too careful, until the Feds take these men off your hands."

"I think I'll go hunting with a group of friends. It will give Sarge and me a little backup."

"Whatever you need Alan, just be safe."

******

"Amanda, let me speak to the idiot please. I'm sorry, may I speak to Sheriff Idiot, please."

Amanda said, "You are learning, Alan, let me see if the idiot is available. Elmore, you idiot, are you out of the 'john' yet?"

"God dammit, Amanda; a guy can't even read his magazine in peace around here."

"Alan needs to speak to you again. That means you going to play with your gun, your other gun."

"Very funny, Miss Secretary, very funny."

"When was the next time you expected to see a paycheck Elmore?"

"I swear I'm going to get the Town Council to fire you."

"I swear, Elmore, I'm going to let Joe fit you into a tiny box."

"You are going to rule this town until he dies."

"Elmore, have you seen the size of our son?"

"Oh shit, I forgot about him. I give up; waiting you out is a lost cause."

Alan yelled, "Did you two forget about me?"

Elmore said, "We tried, but apparently we failed. What do you need Alan?"

Alan told him that they were going hunting, and they were going to return with six of the men who had escaped from his ranch.

Elmore said, "No shit, how do you know that?"

"Just trust me, we are going to do that, and I need you and a few others as backup, until we have them safe and sound in the barn. Do you think you can do that for me?"

"Are they going to escape again in the near future?"

"No, the Feds should be here in the afternoon to take them off my hands."

The next morning went like clockwork, because the six men were anchored to a tree. Colonel Canyon told the men if they tried to move one of the sharpshooters covering them would kill them. After what they witnessed the night before, these men had no doubt he was telling the truth. By the time Alan and the Sheriff's men showed up, the Colonel and his men were long gone.

They captives walked away quietly with the Sheriff, while Alan and Sarge brought up the rear. They were never so happy to see ordinary people in their lives.

Susan and Cassandra had water and food in the barn waiting for these men. They didn't know what their condition they would be in, but they knew they had not been treated very well.

As soon as the men were chained to their posts, they dug in to the food, and drank water as if they had not had any in days. They could not consume enough of it. After they had taken their fill, they lay down in the hay and went to sleep. None of them had been asked any questions, and none of them had offered any information.

Alan opened his cell phone and dialed Washington. Michael picked up the phone and said, "I'm sorry Alan, we have no new information yet."

"I have information for you Michael. We found six of the escapees wandering in the desert. They were half starved and totally out of water. They are back in my barn."

"Did you talk to any of them?"

"They were so hungry and thirsty they didn't say a word. After they finished eating, they lay down and went to sleep. No one has said or word either way."

"I am going to have some men come down from Flagstaff, and up from Phoenix. Don't let them near the prisoners until they talk to me. They do not see them, until you get my okay Alan?"

"I understand Michael."

"I am going to send a small passenger jet to Sedona. Put everyone on it and it will bring them to Washington. They will be questioned here. We needed a break in this case. We only have four days left."

"I have a feeling this case is going to break wide open very soon. I think these guys know something, I hope it wasn't the seventh guy who was the key to all of this."

"I am with you on that Alan. I'll keep in touch."

******

Two hours after Alan spoke to the Director of the FBI eight agents were at his home flashing identification. Alan had Michael speak to one of the agents to verify his identity, and gave him his marching orders for the remainder of the day.

Soon afterwards, a nondescript Boeing 717 took off from Sedona Airport, with the prisoners secured inside, and guards watching every move they made.

Bob Brooks and Michael Free had an intense argument over where to interrogate the prisoners. Finally, Michael said, "Bob, I know you are on the clock, but these men are U.S. citizens. Their crimes were committed on U.S. soil. They belong to me. You and your men can watch and suggest lines of questioning, but you are not going to touch these men. I don't believe Alan's hunting story for one minute. How do 7 men escape, and two days later be found in the middle of a desert area, with no food or water. What do you hunt in the middle of the desert? Someone has already interrogated these people, and number seven is in a hole in the ground that we will never find. Let's see what we get from them, before we have to use harsher methods."

"Michael, if the President kicks me out, I'm going to suggest that you be my replacement. You have a very calm, analytical mind, when all around you are going crazy."

"If you do that Bob, I will shoot you in both feet."

"You see Michael; you couldn't even threaten to kill me."

*****

At 8:30 PM, all six prisoners were secured in separate interrogation rooms, where they were informed that they were being videotaped and recorded. They were then Mirandized, and asked if they wanted a lawyer present before they were questioned. 

Each of the men declined the help of a lawyer.

The first question from each of the interrogators was, "Has any member of the FBI, or any government agency, harmed you physically, threatened you with physical harm or torture, denied you food or drink, injected you, or forced you to swallow any drug, before this questioning began?"

Each of the men responded with the same words. "No Sir, I have not been harmed in any way."

Michael looked at Bob and said, "Holy shit, I don't know who got to them, but these guys know better than to lie to us."

The interrogations lasted into the small hours of the morning. Each agent varied their questions, but when they were checked, one against the other, the answers was always the same. It led to a country, and a powerful Italian Mafia family no one ever thought of, or considered a possibility in these events. They had to find out if this Family was only the shaft of the spear, or the point of it.

Michael was sick to his stomach as the words poured out of these men's mouth. If he were wrong again, Congress would be all over him. He looked at Bob Brooks and asked, "How good are your sources in Northern Italy?"

"Are you kidding me; that family runs Milan. If we ask one question, Don Joseph will know about it in 10 minutes."

"In other words, we are fucked."

"Yeah, and we weren't even kissed."

"Wait a minute, Roberto is in Brooklyn. He bought Mancuso's cement business. He is on the fast track for citizenship because of it. We could bring him in for questioning."




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 24



"Roberto never had anything to do with the Family's business. He was the vice president of a bank in the Milan. His hands were always clean."

Michael asked, "How clean?"

"So clean, when he asked permission to buy the company, it took less than 30 days for INS to give him permission to immigrate here on Permanent Resident Status."

"Don't you find that a little interesting, considering what his Family does. He is a banker. His family has a ton of cash that needs to be washed. Italy's banking system is a joke, and he has access to the books. I wonder who the banks other customers were?"

Bob called Jack Brew at the Treasury Department and asked him that question. He was put on hold for a moment, and Jack came back and asked what they had found out.

Bob told him what had occurred, the circumstances behind it, and the circuitous route that led to the Castronova family. 

Jack said, "Keep Philip out of this. You do not want Celeste Mesner Castronova as an enemy. She is a friend of mine; if you want I will speak to her personally."

"Jack, you would have to get Presidential approval to do that."

"I think the President will go along with my assessment, once you have a briefing paper for him."

"I'm going to call his office now, and asked for an urgent meeting on this. I'll let you know what time it is, and you can be there with us."

"Brief Julia, and have her come along also."

"Will do, Jack, let me know about the bank."

******

The President was very grumpy. "You know I don't do 7:30 AM meetings people. This better be good."

Bob Brooks chided the President by saying, "Sir, at least you live in this big white building; we had to drive here."

"Very cute Bob, but I'm still pissed off. What do you four have for me?"

"Prisoners, a money trail, and a problem," the Treasury Secretary said.

"What was the result of the interrogations?"

Michael Free said, "That is part of the problem. Someone got to them before we did. They were so afraid to lie to us; each one gave us practically the same answers. I have never seen anything like it in all my years of law enforcement. Originally there were seven prisoners; when we picked them up, there were only six. In my opinion, whoever had them for that one day made an example of prisoner number seven; and he is now in a hole in the ground."

The President asked, "Did you get any useful information out of the remaining six?"

Jack Brew answered that query. "Yes sir, the money trail. It led to Milan, Italy. It started in Algeria, went to South Africa, Indonesia, San Diego, Mexico City, Jamaica, Paris, and finally Milan. It all looked perfectly legal, until you looked at it backwards, and saw where the account numbers were transposed and the amount was different. This is happened in San Diego, before the money moved on to Mexico City. The initial transfer of funds was for $1.45 billion. When it left San Diego, the amount was $1.25 billion. $200 million vanished in the flash of the computers eye, and the system didn't notice it, until we went looking for anomalies. The $200 million left San Diego, went to Las Vegas, Reno, Salt Lake City, and ended up in St. Louis. According to the banks records, it was dispersed to a flower shop that closed over seven months ago."

"The bank manager didn't think $200 million to a flower shop was a little bit odd?"

"Yes sir, he certainly did. He called the owners. He had them come in to verify their identity. He asked why they need it such a large infusion of cash for their small business. They told him that they were going into the wholesale end of the business. They brought in blueprints of their new structure, cost estimates and everything associated with a building project. It still didn't answer his question about the amount of cash they were withdrawing, but he couldn't refuse to give it to them. We believe it ended up in the hands of the St. Louis mob, and they farmed out to work to the specialists. Some people in Italy are not going to be happy with people in St. Louis, and unless this situation is rectified, blood is going to flow."

"Who in Algeria has the power to move that amount of money?"

"We are looking into that right now Sir."

*******

Bruno Valentino's body was loaded into the cargo hold of a military aircraft for his trip to New York. Victoria, Stephano, and Patricia were seated in the passenger compartment. Michael would not allow Harold and Callie to travel with them. They stayed in Louisiana under close guard.

Only the family was allowed at the church service, but the entourage to the Catholic cemetery in Queens was nearly a quarter of a mile long. The FBI had bomb-sniffing dogs roaming all over the cemetery area where Bruno would be laid to rest. There was a large canopy over the area of the grave, where the family would sit. Everyone was in black attire, and except for the seating arrangements, it was hard to tell who was sitting where. 

Bruno was a veteran of the Korean War, and his coffin was draped in an American flag. The service at the grave- site took 30 minutes, and as people passed by to touch the coffin of their fallen friend, the casket exploded. Victoria was killed instantly, along with her three daughters, their husbands, and children. Patricia, Stephano, William, and Jemma were eight rows back, for security purposes, and were unharmed. It turned into a madhouse, as people started running for cover. Those in the first few rows were either dead or bloodied and screaming for help. 

Two men attending another funeral threw the transmitters into the gaping hole in the ground, as the casket was being lowered into it. Everyone there had turned to see what was happening at Bruno's funeral and did not notice what they had done.

Men from the FBI grabbed Patty and Stephano and tried to get them away from the scene.

Stephano yelled, "Take Patty, they are after her, not me. I want to see my family. I will kill the bastards that did this to them."

Patty saw something in Stephano's eyes she had never seen before: HATE. She grabbed him and held on for dear life.

"Steph, they are gone, you cannot help them now. This is exactly how the other four Families want you to react. They want you back in the fold. They want you to take over Manhattan, just as your father did. If you do this, you will never see me or your children, ever again."

"How would you have me react, Patty? Would you have me lie down in front of them, and say, "Kill me too?"

"Your father killed my entire family, when he killed my mother. Did I kill you? Did I kill your entire family out of hate? I went after your father, not to kill him, but to put him in jail. It was where he belonged. What I did was not exactly legal, but I didn't shoot him. He led a decent life until the end. Why not use your brain, and take down the bastards who did this?"

Stephano's demeanor changed, and his eyes calmed as his soul returned from the devil's grasp.

"Patricia, I will try it your way for short time. If I cannot find the people who did this and bring them to justice, I will do it my way, regardless of what I have to lose, even if it is you."

"In that case, my love, we have a lot of work to do, and a short time to do it. Let the authorities do what they have to do here, and let's be on our way. Your family is with God now. I can guarantee that because my mother told me so. I didn't realize she meant all of them, but I knew your mother would not grieve for long."

When Michael finally reached her, he said, "Patty, you are going to move willingly or I am going to shoot you and carry you off. What shall it be?"

"Stephano and I are leaving, Michael. You will bury his mother by Bruno, and his families together as close as possible. I must say your security arrangements left something to be desired."

William said to Michael, "I am taking care of my son and daughter, from this point forward. You are no longer involved in their safety. This is the third time they tried to kill them, and I won't have that happen again. I will accept some of your men as guards until I can get my own people as security for them. You will not know where they are. There is a leak in your organization somewhere. Find it, seal it, we are going into hiding."

"William, I have a place that is atomic bomb proof. Can I take you there and show it to you, just for your approval. If you don't like it, you can take Patty any place you want."

"As long as I am free to come and go as I please, you can keep Patricia, Stephano, Junior, and Jemma there."

"That is acceptable. William, you come with me. James, take them to Seventh Avenue. No one and I mean no one gets in that facility without my okay."

******

The initial report from the four-man scout team had everyone in St. Louis euphoric. A phone call was made to Miami, another to Barbados, then to Rio de Janeiro. The final phone call was made to a man named Antonio in Rabat, Algeria. A US spy satellite listened to all the conversations and downloaded them in real time to CIA headquarters in Langley Virginia.

Bob Brooks asked, "Who lives in Rabat, speaks fluent Italian, and can move $1.5 billion?"

A specialist said, "I don't know, but give me two hours and I will."

"Make that an hour and I'll kiss you."

"That will be three hours, Sir."

"Two hours will be fine."

At the diplomatic mission in Algiers, a full alert was called to find out who lives in Rabat that met these parameters. The answer that came back was stunning.

The specialist said, "Sir, we have the man's name, but he supposed to be dead. However he's walking on the beach as we speak. It's Antonio Castronova, and he is alive and well."

"That's sneaky bastard; Italy doesn't have an extradition treaty with Algeria. He could stay there forever, and with nobody looking for him, could live out his days in luxury. Why would he be after these two Computer Programs, and kill the two people who created them?"

"Sir, the simple answer is Money. He could lock these away in his family's custody for two generations. When the world needed them the most, one of his progeny could say he invented them, patent them in Italy, and no one could prove otherwise. They could become a completely legitimate business taking money and from governments all over the world."

Michael said, "I made a promise to William Zabo I would tell him if we got a break in the case. I have to keep that promise, before he goes out on his own."

Michael and Bob were one-step behind William, however.

Colonel Canyon and his elite team were already in Africa. Six men were in Algeria, and 16 more were in Morocco on a ferry, transferring to Sicily. They were now augmented by eight female assassins, acting as wives and sweethearts, touring Italy and its treasures.

As was part of his usual routine, Antonio Castronova walked down to the beach to get some sun at 11 AM. He found two nubile young women sunning themselves topless not far from his normal spot. He turned his chair slightly so he could watch them.

Every once and again they would sit up and oil themselves to protect them from the rays of the sun. They saw the older gentleman looking at them, and waved. He waved back.

They continued sunning themselves for another 30 minutes, then ran into the ocean until their hips were submerged. They took off their bikini bottoms, threw them on the shore. They waved at Don Antonio to come and play with them. He demurred.

They continued playing, until one young woman suckled the breast of the other, and her hand slipped between her legs. Her head slipped back in a groan of passion that was not missed by Antonio. He decided to join them. What could happen to him in 3 feet of water?

The young women saw him coming and waved at him. As soon as he was there, they started kissing his lips and chest. One of the young women lowered his bathing suit. She put his cock into her mouth, and played with his balls. This has not happened to him in many years, and the sensation overloaded his instincts. 

He did not feel the Velcro cuffs being strapped around his ankles, or the rope being pulled taut by the submersible 20 feet off shore. Without warning, he was pulled under the water and dragged out to sea; deeper and deeper. While he was still alive, a second diver showed him a whiteboard. On it, in large letters it said, "Complements of William Zabo."

Don Antonio's struggles were useless, as the submersible continued circling until he was dead. It continued circling for another three minutes afterwards, just to be certain. It towed him slowly back towards the beach, and the two young lovelies that were waiting for him. The diver unstrapped his feet and maneuvered him towards the flashing anklets the girls wore. He handed the body to the young women, removed their anklets, and joined up with his buddy on the submersible. They sped away to the zodiac which was waiting for them.

After pulling him ashore, the girls screamed for help. They started doing CPR on him immediately. One young woman was a nurse, on vacation from Germany. The other, was a student on vacation from Michigan. Their credentials were impeccable.

When the authorities got to the beach, and questioned the two young women they told the same story. The old gentleman never ventured out beyond the 4-foot level of the water. He was never more than 20 feet away from them, and suddenly he was gone. They yelled and went to search for him, but they could not find him anywhere. The water was calm, with hardly any waves at all. There were no bites on his body, so it could not have been a shark attack or anything like that. The authorities would have to do an autopsy to find out why he died.

There were other people on the beach, who had seen them playing together, so no foul play was suspected. The two young women signed their statements, gave their addresses in their home country. They were due to leave in two days, and agreed to come back if any questions about this incident came up.

The police filed the incident as a common drowning, and closed it. The man had no next of kin in their country, as far as they knew, and froze his local bank accounts, until someone came to claim his money. It was a substantial sum.

William received a satellite call that lasted one second. "Strike 1." 

Even the best surveillance satellite needed more time than that to zero in on the caller and recipient.

"William, this is Michael, we've had a break in the case. I promised I would tell you as soon as we had one, and I am keeping that promise. I know you remember a man by the name of Don Antonio Castronova."

"Of course I do, he died several years ago."

"No he didn't. Apparently they faked his death. He's been living in Rabat Algeria all these years, free as a bird. We have men going after him now. We followed a money transfer that started in Algeria and went all around the world, and $200 million of it ended up in St. Louis. There are several mob related organizations that work out of there, and we are looking into every one of them. One of those organizations hired people to kill Patty and Harold. They can no longer get to the Programs, but whoever sent them the money, has not called off the dogs yet."

"Michael, If it started with Don Antonio, it means Milan is involved. You know that as well as I do. You can't drop a dime on those streets, without Joseph knowing about it. They own the cops, prosecutors, and the courts. I don't even think Rome will take them on. I have friends, but I don't think they would try to get into that city. It's much too dangerous. I can try if you want me to, but my friends might not be willing to take that risk."

"We have the same problem you do. They know what our diplomatic mission is doing before we get into our cars. We are going to try to draw them out into the open, it's our only chance."

"Michael, it won't happen. Joseph will stay on the estate. Antonio Junior will stay with him. The line of succession will stay intact. They will send out the younger brothers to do the work. The family is much too strong and the people love them. Your only chance, wait, Don Antonio is still alive. Can you arrest him in Algeria?"

"We have a problem there. The only crimes he has ever committed are in Italy. Italy can't extradite him because they don't have a treaty."

"I can help you there if you give me the okay?"

"William, stay out of this please."

"You kept your end of our bargain, so far, Michael, so I will keep mine. I will stay out of it as long as you continue to keep me in the loop. You are doing good work, keep it up."

102. All Hell Breaks Loose

"He's dead."

"What the fuck do you mean he's dead? He was alive four hours ago."

"He drowned in 4 feet of water. He was playing with two mermaids. He was swimming no more than 20 feet away from them, when he went under. They shouted for help and looked for him until he finally surfaced. One of the women was a German nurse. She started CPR on him, but he was gone. The authorities came and took the statements of everyone who was nearby. No foul play is indicated. The son of a bitch just died."

"Perfect timing don't you think? Make sure they take a 'tox' screen. Tell them we will pay for anything they don't have the money for. Do every test under the sun; I want to know if that son of a bitch was killed."

"They may take that as an insult, Sir. We are barely friendly as it is."

"Ask them nicely, ask them very nicely. Kneel down before them, bow your head, and plead with them if you have to, but get those results. I want them as soon as possible. I want them before Joseph knows his father is dead. He may not know about this for days, or weeks, depending on how they communicate with one another. They can't bury him in Italy again. Track their family's movements. Grease as many hands as you have to; money is not an issue on this case, results are."

"Yes Sir, we are on a full-court press from this moment forward. We could use some extra hands."

"We will send six people in from Cairo. They will be there in 12 hours."

******

Tourists arrive by the thousands every day, by bus, by train and air, in Milan. Money passes through Philips bank by the millions every day. The Castronova family prospers every day. They can dole out money to the poor in the city through charities they endow and no one goes hungry in Milan, because of their largess. They could sell drugs openly on the street corner, and the populace would not say a word denigrating them. The police would walk by the sellers and never see them. Their paychecks were small compared to what they received in the little envelopes every few weeks that they did not have to declare taxes on. The district attorney drove around in a red Ferrari that his salary alone could not justify. Judges live on palatial estates owned by the Castronova family, and paid a pittance in rent. Everyone owed their lifestyle to Joseph Castronova and his family. Warrants were not issued without Joseph's approval. The Castronova family ruled Milan, and Milan had one of the lowest crime rates in Italy because of it.

One day at an exclusive private school that all the Castronova children attended, eight armed men burst in, and sealed all the exits. Eight others killed all the guards stationed outside of the building. In Italian, with a Neapolitan accent, the leader said, "We want all the Castronova children placed in a separate room for their safety. We are looking for the son of the rapist and murderer of our sister; Angelina. Where is Francisco Delgado?"

The headmaster stepped forward and said, "Sir, I guarantee you, we have no one at this school by that name. I will show you our records to prove it. You have come to the wrong school."

The leader hit the headmaster with the butt of his Kalashnikov and said, "Don't you lie to me, our sources said he was here. If you hide him we will kill all of your students."




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 24



From the floor the headmaster said, "Please check our computers we have no one here by that name."

"Gather all your students into the auditorium, except the Castronova's, they must be kept safe."

Within five minutes all the students in the private school were in the auditorium. The 27 Castronova children were sequestered in one room. Their guard put one remote control Claymore mine in each corner of the room. He told the children not to try to leave the room, unless one of their guards gave his permission. If they tried to leave, the mines would go off. If they stayed where they were, they would be safe. They were looking for another child, because his father raped and killed his sister.

He left the room, closed and locked the door, with a cable and waited for the signal. He watched through the glass opening in the door and the Castronova children seemed to be taking it lightly, because of who they were.

In the auditorium, the leader was informed that no one by the name of Francisco Delgado attended this school."

Col. Canyon said to the headmaster, "Keep the children in this room for 10 minutes. We will disappear and no one will hear from us again. We will find this young man and his father, and they will disappear also."

Three dark vans drove up to the schools exits. Two went to the auditorium, and one to the administration exit.

Colonel Canyon said into his transmitter, "Go."

The guard standing by the classroom with the Castronova children in it pressed the remote control button and ran to the administrative wing exit. The three trucks departed the school grounds and went in separate directions traveling at normal speeds. 

Five minutes later, there was a huge explosion at the private school. The students and faculty in the auditorium were safe. Twenty-seven Castronova children were dead; mangled beyond recognition. The steel balls that were encased in the Claymore mines tore them apart.

William Zabo received a satellite call, "Strike 2."

******

Joseph Castronova was enraged, as was every other family member. Roberto flew in from New York to be with his brothers to plan a strategy to find and destroy whoever did this to their children. 

Joseph told Philip to stay with Celeste. He didn't want him to hear what they were going to be discussing, and Celeste was nine months pregnant: she could deliver their baby at any moment.

Philip told his brother that his place was with the family at a time like this.

Joseph said, "Pray for the souls of our children, and keep your children close, until this is over. Never let them out of your sight. We don't know who's doing this, and until we do no one is safe, not even you."

Messages were sent to every Family in Italy saying, "If you did this, your family name will be erased from this earth."

Families did not send replies by mail, they sent delegations. Each delegation stated unequivocally that they had nothing to do with this abomination. They would put all their resources at the Dons disposal. No request would be denied him. Anyone he wished to speak to would be brought to him. From the highest to the lowest, it did not matter; they would come to him on bended knee.

From the toe of Sicily, to Turin in the north, every crime family gave Joseph the same respect. He looked around the table at his grieving brothers, and asked, "If not these men, who did this terrible crime?"

Antonio Junior said, "Why don't we ask Anthony Caruso? Even though he's been out of the business for a while, he may have some insight as to who may have the balls to do something like this."

Joseph said, "Get him."

They didn't have to. Anthony, Rose, Antonia and Frank were about to be introduced by a servant.

As soon as they were allowed into the room, Anthony hugged Joseph. "If there is anything I can do, ask it and it is yours."

"We will talk later, Anthony, when the women are together."

Rose cried on Joseph's shoulder. "All those babies, all those wonderful, beautiful babies; what animal could do such a thing? Get them Joseph, get all of them, and make them realize life is not so cheap."

"I promise you Rose, whoever did this will pay for it, dearly. My wife needs you more than I do. So do all our women. Would you help them please?"

********

"Anthony, I need your counsel. Who would do this to us? Who would take a chance to incur our wrath?"

"In my opinion, Joseph, it is someone very close to you. Someone so close you might overlook him. A close friend, someone you owe a favor to perhaps, but definitely someone you know."

"All the families in Italy have pledged their fealty to me. They have offered me everything at their disposal to help me find these murderers. The only clue we have is the leader spoke with a Neapolitan accent. He was the only one that spoke."

"Then cross Naples off your list. The killer did not come from Naples. In the states we call that a 'Red Herring.' It's meant to throw you off the track of where the real killers come from. Have you had any trouble with your suppliers or supply lines lately?"

"No, just the opposite, everything is flowing beautifully."

"How about your delivery process?"

"Since we've changed our major port of entry to Virginia, and continued letting authorities in New York make some minor busts there, we are doing just fine."

"Joseph, don't tell me things like that. The less I know the better off you are. Are the police as useless as normal?"

"Surprisingly, they are more organized than usual. They are working their asses off on this case. They are actually earning the money I give them."

"Don't you think it's about time?"

"Yes, but it's hardly expected."

"My son is former FBI. I could ask him to speak to his friends and ask if they know anything about this."

"I would appreciate if you would do that for me Anthony."

"I will tell him to do it on our way home. He will not refuse me this favor."

"It has been a pleasure to talk to you again Anthony. I wish we could do this more often, but it is better for both of us that we do not." 

"There will be more children, Joseph. They will not replace the ones you lost, but they will bring joy back to your heart."

"Thank you Anthony, if you hear anything let me know."

"Nothing could stop me from doing that, Joseph; nothing but death."

*******

The Cathedral of Milan was much too small for the outpouring of grief that the city experienced. Twenty-seven white caskets, in single file, lined the center aisle. On each side sat a grieving parent, aunt, or uncle if the family had lost multiple children. The Cardinal could not control his emotions. His voice cracked under the strain of saying each child's name. When the three priests Requiem High Mass was over, he went to each of the parents, and bestowed a blessing on each of them. He was happy he did not have children, for the first time in his life.

The entourage from the Cathedral moved at a very slow pace. The Hearses were followed by limousines, which were followed by private cars miles long. Pedestrians lined both sides of the roads, and genuflected as each child passed by. Innocents had been killed because of the sins of the fathers.

After the massacre in New York, the Italian police were taking no chances. As each child's coffin was closed it was inspected for any trace of bomb making material. Each vehicle was checked, rechecked, and checked again before any dignitary got into it. When they arrived at the cemetery, every police officer wore a specific color vestment, under his jacket, indicating he was truly a member of the force that was to be there. No chances were being taken. Thousands upon thousands of people cried as the children were lowered into the ground. Fathers stood rigid, as mothers' weaped. 

All eyes were on the service, as eight Nuns, dresses in grey vestments, walked past the limousines. They disappeared for five seconds, then moved along at a dignified pace. They practiced this move for hours on end to get it just perfect.

When the service at the cemetery was over, everyone cleared a path so the families could exit peacefully. They returned to their limousines, which drove slowly off the cemetery property, and back to the mansion. 

As the eighth car cleared the fenced entry and the great gate closed behind it, the phone in Joseph's car rang. His wife asked him not to answer it, but he did because only business associates had this number.

"Hello."

"Hello Joseph, my sincerest regrets on the death of the children of your family. It is the most terrible experience any parent can possibly have."

"Who is this?"

"This is your friend and business partner, William Zabo."

"Hello William, I have not heard from you in a long time. Are payments up to date?"

"I assume they are I haven't checked lately. The reason I called is to find out why you are trying to kill my daughter?"

"Your daughters are alive and well, living in San Remo. No one ever goes near them."

"No, my daughter Patricia; she lives here in the United States."

"I didn't know you had a daughter in the United States, William. When did that happen?"

"24 years ago, when I was here doing work for the five New York family's. Now she is a computer programmer and married to Stephano Valentino. Does that ring a bell with you?"

"Honestly William, I am totally in the dark about this. What was her maiden name? Was it Zabo?"

"Her maiden name was Patricia Laura Parent."

"Good Christ, no. William, I didn't know she was your daughter. I would never have approved a hit on her if I did. I swear I did not know."

"It's a little bit late for apologies now Joseph." A bomb went off in the last car killing his youngest brother his wife, and her parents.

"William don't do this, I can make it up to you. She is still alive." 

A second bomb went off; then a third and a fourth, with the same devastating results.

"William, please, not my family, not my whole family."

"You know the rules Joseph. You try to kill my family, I have to kill yours." 

Bomb five, six, and seven exploded. Joseph's car was the only one remaining.

"I'm waiting William, I know I'm next, go ahead, do it."

"No, I have something special waiting for you. Before I forget, your father died two days ago. He drowned in three feet of water, in the Atlantic Ocean. Poor man, never did swim that well."

"You son of a bitch, William, God will get you for this."

"I am sure he will, but you will get to see him first I'm afraid. Get out of your car and walk straight ahead. If you are carrying a weapon, I would dispose of it now. Goodbye Joseph."

Joseph knew better than to get out of the car. He took out his gun, kissed his wife goodbye, said I love you, and shot her in the head. He placed the gun in his mouth and pulled the trigger.

Colonel Canyon said, "Shit! Blowup the fucking car, and let's go to dinner. Our job here is done." He got on his satellite phone, and when it was answered he said, "Strike three."

With one exception, the Castronova family was obliterated from the earth. 

***********

103. A Return to the Status Quo Ante

Philip was reading a letter, from the authorities in Algiers, informing him of the death of his father. It also informed him of the accounts in the several banks he left his money. "Upon your arrival and with appropriate identification the monies would be transferred into your name."

His brothers never told him about his father's secret life. He was very angry with them, until he received a phone call from Joseph's mansion.

"Mister Philip, they are dead, they are all dead. Someone killed the entire family. There is no one left. All the cars exploded after they arrived here. What should we do, we don't know what to do?"

"Slow down, and tell me what happened."

"Mister Philip, they had just arrived at home, when the last car exploded. Then every car all the way up to Mister Joseph's car exploded. There were men dressed in black, from head to toe, with automatic weapons, waiting for anyone trying to get out of the cars. Finally, Mister Joseph's car exploded. They are all gone Mister Philip; what do you want me to do?"

"Call the authorities immediately. Don't let the press anyplace near our home. I will be there as soon as I can."

Celeste asked, "What are you yelling about?"

"Someone killed my family. All my brothers and sisters are gone. They killed everyone. There's no one left but me. Joseph told me to stay away until this was over. He didn't know who was after us or why. Now he's is dead. I have to go there and sort things out."

"I will shoot you if you take one step towards that door. What did Joseph tell you to do? Where did he tell you to stay? If someone is gunning for the entire family, and you are the last remaining member, guess who they are going to be looking for? I'll call Frank, and get him over here now. We need his gun and his brains. Then I'll call my people and get them here to protect us. You are not leaving this house."

As soon as Frank got the word, Tony Caruso was on his way to Celeste's home, also. He had two men with him, carrying enough rifles and ammunition that would last them a week.

Philip called a few close friends from his gun club and they came to his home loaded down with weapons and ammunition also.

Then the General walked in. Antonia said, "Does anyone have a plan, or are all of you going to be shooting out of one window?"

Celeste looked at her and said, "Will somebody drown her please."

"Lady, if they attached you to a submarine, it couldn't go underwater. With those udders of yours, you would make it too buoyant."

"You're fired."

"Good; you don't know any of your passwords, and I do. Tomorrow you'll be poorer than a church mouse."

Philip yelled, "Are you two finished yet? We have important things to take care of."

Antonia replied, "Like what Philip; some idiot told you it was a boy, so you know you've already lost your bet. Your usefulness on this planet is complete. Celeste is not going to have any more children, by you or any other man, including Frank."

Celeste walked over to Frank, put her head on his chest, and said, "If they both die, we could get married."

"Celeste, if she died, she would come back from the grave and cut it off so you couldn't have it."

Celeste looked at Antonia, who was smiling at her and said, "I'll pay you if you leave him to me in your will."

"What good is money to me if I'm dead?"

"You could always try to make a deal with the devil; he's already waiting for you."

"He is not, the Cardinal told me so."

"How much of my money did it cost you to take him from a Bishop to a Cardinal?"

"Not as much as it's going to cost you to take him from a Cardinal to a Pope."

Philip yelled, "Would you two stop it already? I'm getting ready to shoot myself."

Celeste smiled at Frank. "One down, and one to go."

Antonia looked at her friend and said, "You can't have him. I will kill him before I take my last breath."

"You are so mean Antonia. What are my passwords again?"

Frank looked at both of them and said, "I swear, if they separate the two of you, you wouldn't know what to do with yourselves."

Antonia picked up an apple and threw it at her husband. He caught it, and took a big bite out of it.

Philip laughed. "You know better than to put food anyplace near that monster of yours. He eats like a machine."

The phone in Phillips home rang, and no one moved to get it. Finally, Antonia picked it up.

"This better be good, or I'll shoot you."

"This is Michael Free, Director of the FBI. May I speak to Philip Castronova please?"

"Prove it!"

"Do you know the area code for Washington D.C.?"

"What do you think I am, a fucking idiot? Of course I know it."

"Call this number, I am at the CIA building, but my secretary will transfer you to me."

"Okay, so you are Michael Free, what can I do for you?"

"The CIA received a satellite intercept that was traced to the Chinese Embassy in New York City. It originated in Milan, Italy, moments after the slaughter of Philip Castronova's family. The phone call was brief, and coded, but our computers were able to decode it quickly. Let me speak to Philip please, he deserves to hear this first."

Antonia handed the phone to Philip and told him who it was.

"This is Philip Castronova go ahead with your message, Mister Free."

"Philip, I want to give you my sincerest condolences. Your family and my agency were on different sides of the law, but I never wish them anything like this. Their wives and children did not deserve to be slaughtered by these maniacs. The United States government will put all of its efforts into finding the people who committed these atrocities and bring them to justice."

"Thank you Mister Free, but please let me hear this message."

"Exalted grandfather, your business with the family of thieves has been successfully completed. The one with the rich wife has been left untouched. We leave for the French city to complete your next task. Soon all power will be yours. I live to serve only you. Xu"

"That was the entire message, Mister Free?"

"Messages of this kind are always short and to the point. They know we can trace it, but they hope that between the brevity of the message, the coding, and the language barrier, we will not be able to trace it. There are so many Orientals traveling at this time of year, we could never pick out the ones who did this. They won't be traveling together, and they will not be carrying their weapons with them. We also don't know what French city they are heading for. My guess would be Marseille, but it could be any other port city. It might be Paris, we just don't know."

"So what you're saying is, 'They are going to get away with the slaughter of my family.'"

"What I am saying is we believe you, Celeste, and your children are safe. They would not have taken a chance to send this message if their mission was not completed in Italy."

*********

Colonel Canyon and his band of assassins boarded a tour bus headed for Geneva, Switzerland. They spent a relaxing week there, before departing for Montréal, Toronto, Boston, New York, and Washington, DC. The bulk of their money was delivered to them, by messenger, in the form of Bearer Bonds, when they returned home, because they are virtually untraceable. Many of these men and women were millionaires. However, they could not get the thrill of the hunt out of their systems. Once you are trained to a razor's edge, and trained to kill in every method known to man, sometimes the brain refuses to let that go. Colonel Canyon, and these men and women had the killing disease, and enjoyed every minute of it.

*******

William enjoyed his ride down Embassy row, while heading towards First Avenue. While the taxi didn't stop exactly at the front door of the Chinese Embassy, they were close enough. The driver was a friend of William's, who spoke fluent Cantonese. They timed the passage of the embassy to coincide with Colonel Canyon's burst transmission from Milan. Williams's driver acknowledged it, with a short coded reply that lasted four seconds. Traffic was stalled on the street, until the traffic light turned green. They continued on to the designated drop-off point. From there he would be taken to the underground bunker, where Jemma, William Junior, Patty, and Stephano were being cared for. 

It was just another day in the life of William Zabo.

He got out of the cab at First Avenue and Ninth Street, and gave his friend $1000.00 for his services. 

As he was walking towards Seventh Street, he saw two men walking swiftly Northbound, but this was nothing unusual for New York City. When they were within 15 feet of him, they reached under their jackets, pulled out their weapons, and fired three times each into his chest. He fell backward, to the ground like a stone. The men turned and ran back the way they came.




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 25



Chapter 25

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





Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 25



As they approached it, they were happy to see that all the lines to it were connected, and working properly.

Stephano put in the security code, open the front door, and walked in after Patty. She turned on all the lights and started walking towards the rear of the bus, and came to an abrupt halt. She turned, waved at Stephano to join her. She pointed to their bed. Laying there, in peaceful slumber, were Bonnie, and Brad.

In a voice loud enough to wake them, Stephano said, "I guess his mother couldn't find them here."

Brad's head popped up from the pillow, looked at his tormentors, and said, "Oh fuck, they are back."

Stephano said, "Funny finding you two here. Is this your personal escape pod?"

Bonnie rubbed her eyes, and said, "Hi how was your honeymoon?"

Patty replied, "Very penetrating; extremely deep and thoughtful. Also, I'm pregnant."

Ever the optimist, Brad said, "You can't possibly know you're pregnant. It's way too soon to be sure."

Patty laughed; looked at Stephano, "Do you want to ask him or me?"

"Since you already own him, it's only right that you do it."

"Brad, I have a three-part bet for you if you are willing. I have to be right on all three parts to win. You only have to be right on one to win."

"Those are the kind of odds I like. What are we betting?"

"First thing in the morning, you will drive into town and buy two early pregnancy tests, made by different manufacturers. I will prove to you I'm pregnant. The second part will take a little longer to prove. I'm going to have twins. The third part is they are both going to be girls. Are those parameters tight enough for you?"

"Yes, what do you want from me?"

"Are you in love of Bonnie; and is she in love with you?"

Brad looked at Bonnie and said, "Yes, I am." Bonnie's reply was the same.

"Have you asked her to marry you?"

"No.

"You will on Christmas Eve, and marry her in April, to the delight of your mother and grandmother."

Bonnie's eyes glowed.

"You love your Corvettes, don't you?"

"Yes, it is a car that shows status."

"You will never buy another sports car again. You are going to be a family man, from Christmas Eve on. That is part two.

Brad said, "I knew I hated both of you from the instant I met you."

The third part is, "You will design and build a safe room underground, and as inconspicuous as possible between, the house and the garage. I will give you the specifications. It will not show up in any of the city files. It is to be totally secret. If people get to curious, tell them it's a bomb shelter."

Brad looked at them. "I have a feeling if I take this bet; I am going to be fucked again?"

"What is your answer Brad; yes or no? If I have one wrong answer you can name your price. What would you like from me?"

"Oh my Lord, the list is so long, and I have to choose only one thing. Can I wait until after you lose?"

"Absolutely Brad, take all the time you want. Dream up anything you'd like. Remember what it is, because you're not going to get it."

"Patty, I hate you so."

Stephano patted him on his shoulder. "At least you didn't piss her off this time. She is pregnant, she is going to have twins, and they are going to be girls. Trust me; you have already lost the bet."

"Can I finish the house first?"

"You'd better; otherwise you will see one pissed off woman."

"Do you want us to get out of your bed now?"

"No, we just came in to get some clothes so we have something to wear tomorrow. You two go back to sleep. We will meet you at the construction site in the morning."

"I think you will be very pleased with the progress we made in three weeks. I've had people crawling all over each other to get the house sealed in before the weather turns rainy and cold."

"Brad, remember, you don't have to please me; you have to please her. If you do that, you will be on top of the world."

******

The next morning, when Patty and Stephano exited their temporary dwelling, there were four horses saddled and waiting outside to take them to the building site.

Patty smiled. "Timeless!" The mare trotted over to her, nuzzled her face, as Patricia scratched her ears.

"I am happy to see you too, girl. Has Brad been giving you your oats?"

As if the horse understood what she had been asked, she nodded her head in affirmation.

"Shall we go for a ride?"

Again, the horse nodded its head, and turned sideways so Patty could climb into the saddle.

Brad said, "One moment please, you have to put this on first." He gave her a pair of blackout blinders, so she could not see.

"Why do I have to wear these?"

"If you want to see your new home, you have to put those on. It is not a request, it is in order."

"Are we getting a little uppity this morning, Brad?"

"Uppity or not, if you want to see the house, you're putting those blinders on."

Patty looked at Stephano, who shrugged his shoulders. "Do it, what could it hurt?"

Patty climbed onto Timeless', put on the blinders, and said, "Now what?"

"Now we will ride to the new house, and when I tell you to, you can take your blinders off."

"Okay, let's go, I want to see what you accomplished in three weeks."

Brad said, "Give me the reins, and I'll lead you to the house."

Patty said, "Timeless, house."

Stephano laughed as Brad muttered, "I hate that fucking horse."

Timeless led the way, with the three other horses trailing behind her. She came to a stop in front of the building site, and waited for the other three horses to join her.

Patty asked if it was okay to take the blinders off.

Brad asked her, "Are you sure you don't want that fucking horse to take it off for you?"

Stephano smacked Brad on the back of his head. "Are you sure you want to piss her off?"

"Yes, Patty, you can take the blinders off."

As her eyes adjusted to the light, she was amazed. She looked at Brad and said, "The construction crews did all this in three weeks?"

"Organization, Patty, all it takes is organization. Threats always help too."

"The outside of the house is nearly finished."

"Yes it is. We are waiting for the windows, which are three days late. Your friend with the solar panels is a week late. That's why you see all the copper plumbing coming out of the shingle roof. The house has hot and cold running water. The roof is sealed, and watertight. The Natural Gas Tank and lines are all underground, waiting to be hooked up to the meter and into the basement. The windmill is hooked up and generating electricity to the grid, and the house. That's what we are using for the hot water tank. The solar panels on the barn are hooked up to the grid, and the hot water heater there. You are making money off those two investments already. Until the cold weather sets in, and we have to heat the barn to keep the horses comfortable, that money will keep coming in. Would you like to look at the inside of the house?"

"Brad, you have amazed me already, anything extra would be over the top."

"In that case, hold onto your panties, you're about to be amazed."

"Who said I was wearing panties?"

Brad glared at her, while Stephano laughed.

Brad gave each of them a hard hat to wear, before entering the building. He asked if she wanted to look at the blueprints to remind her of what she was looking at.

She said, "No, I have the plans memorized."

Brad kissed her, and said, "I hate you Patty. Tell me what you see."

The first thing she noticed was that all the exterior walls were spray coated with insulation, between the one by twos nailed to the poured concrete wall's. She walked around the great room and said, "This room is 3 feet shorter than it's supposed to be."

Brad said, "I hate you more than any other person on this planet; but I'll explain why it is shorter than we planned later."

She walked down the hall to the room where she and Stephano would argue until they had sorted everything out. The studs were not 2"x 4". They were 2" x 8" to accommodate the extra soundproofing. She walked into the children's bedrooms, and knew there were too many of them. Her mother said she would only have two children, but she could always adopt other less fortunate children and give them a happy home. As she was roaming around the house she was very pleased with the amount of work that had been accomplished. She told Brad she was very impressed.

Brad said, "Patty, you never looked up."

She knew the staircases were in, at both ends of the house were framed in, but they were still covered in construction paper. However, there were no handrails, or ropes to grasp onto. Carefully, she climbed the stairs, and stepped into the giant loft that ran the full length of the house. The trusses were made of manufactured wood, which is 100 times stronger, then you genuine article. They were tied in to the roof using the steel rebar from the poured concrete walls, and hurricane resistant steel supports. This roof was going nowhere, unless it was hit directly by a tornado.

Brad took a knife from his pocket and cut a long thin strip along the protective paper covering the floor. He pulled it aside to show Patty that the lofts floor was completely installed.

She looked at him and asked, "How did you do all this?"

"Actually, you did it. You made me realize I enjoy being an architect. Once I figured that out, I wanted to see if I could organize a group of people and get a house done, in less than five months. If I can do this house in less than five months, I can do 90% of the houses I design in less time and build a normal house in less than nine months."

"Brad, you've done all this work in three weeks. What do you have to do in the next four months?"

"Patty, I've been spending your money like water. I can't do that with everyone. I will have to stick to a budget. I can't have 70 and 80 people working at one time. If someone wants me to get a house in in five or six months and is willing to spend the money, I can do it. Most people cannot do it. For those people it will take nine months to a year to build a house. There is still a lot of work to do inside your house; a lot of tedious, time-consuming, work to do. For example, electricity: you want triple redundancy, and that is going to take a lot of time to do because we will not run it by one pathway. We will run by three separate pathways. You want cable, satellite, computer, and microwave transmission facilities. Again that is time-consuming work. You have an assortment of specialty items on your list and these people have to be brought in from the outside to do it. It is not cheap, and it is very time-consuming. All of this work has to be done in the basement, before it is weather sealed. That fucking electronic door at the north end of the house is being made by the same company that makes bank vaults. All the money in the world cannot rush them, using the specifications you gave them."

Patty hugged him, and told him he was a genius.

Brad rarely got a compliment like this from Patty, and his chest swelled.

As she was walking away from him, she said, "Brad, you have done great work, and I am extremely proud of you. Your mother must be on cloud nine. I have one more thing to say to you before I leave, 'You have two months to finish my house. I don't care how much of my money you spend; just get it done."

"Patty, I can't do it. It's not possible. These people aren't available. Patty, it can't be done. Listen to me...."

Patty climbed aboard Timeless, blew a kiss towards him, threw him her hard hat, and said, "I move in in two months and one day. Don't disappoint me Brad; I still own you for five months. You don't want me to get upset, do you?"

As she rode away, Brad screamed, "I hate you Patty, I really, really hate you."

She raised her hand, waved at him, and continued riding Timeless away.

Stephano mounted his horse, threw Brad his hard hat, and said, "I think you pissed her off; no, I'm sure of it, Brad. I would have the house ready in two months, or you may not be able to propose to Bonnie, on bended knee Christmas Eve."

"Stephano, have I said lately that I hate your wife. I hate her with every fiber of my being. She is the most infuriating woman on this planet. Between her and that horse, I'm not sure which one I would shoot first."

Stephano laughed at Brad. "If I were you, I would shoot Timeless first. Otherwise, if she saw you threatening Patty, the horse might shoot you."

******

105. The Test and Other Results

It was 8:59 AM, on Tuesday morning, at the University of Maryland at College Park. The Economics Test results had been delayed one week, because of the professor's illness. Now, two freshmen sat in front of their computers waiting for their test results. They studied extremely hard for the test, and made a bet to go along with it. Cindy and Sandy waited as the countdown continued. Finally, the computer read 9 AM. The exam scores popped up. They scrolled down to their names, and they screamed, "No, he can't do that to us. It's not fair. I'll kill him. I'm going home, and I'm going to kill him. I am going to hit him over the head with this damn computer, and show him how well I did," screamed Cindy.

The line next to their test scores said, "Exam result withheld at the request of the parent."

The chimes on their computers rang, indicating they had emails waiting for them. They already knew who it was from.

"Hello children, how did you do on your exam? We wait to hear from you with bated breath. Dad"

Sandy ran to hers and started to answer his query.

Cindy was way ahead of her. Since they were not in the presence of their mother and father, they were using words they were not allowed to use at home.

Fred responded in his lawyerly tone. "Such vile language, from such young, beautiful, brilliant, and vibrant college students. You have accused me of withholding your grades. Legally, I cannot do that, because I am not your parent, yet. I try to treat you like adults. I teach you manners and how to comport yourselves in proper society. I see now that I have failed you. You still jump to conclusions instead of ferreting out the facts. I was going to rescind your punishment, and allow you to come home this weekend. However, I see now that you have not learned your lesson. Thanksgiving is several weeks away, and hopefully by then you may have learned something about family, and about yourselves. Your sisters and your mother miss you very much. It would have been very nice to see you, and I must admit I am truly disappointed in your actions. Grades mean a lot. They meant everything to me growing up. You must learn that family means more than anything. Dad."

Message from Cindy and Sandy to the dolt lawyer in the family.

As usual, you misconstrue our anger. We were not angry with each other, and we were not angry over the possibility over winning or losing our bet. That was settled the day we returned to school. Neither of us was going to punish the other. We talked it out as sisters; not older sister, or younger sister, but as sisters. As usual, it was you who jumped to a conclusion. Our anger is directed at you, and your belief that you know everything about everything, and everyone. Well, you don't. It may come as a shock to you, but we do have minds of our own. We use them to settle our own problems, even though sometimes they have to be pointed out to us. We will stay at school, until Thanksgiving, Christmas, or until the end of the school year, if that's what you want. Just know that we were angry with you, because you withheld something we worked very hard for. We have been working hard since we have returned to school. We help each other as we always have, and nothing will ever change that, not even you.

Cindy and Sandy

The bell on their computer rang shortly afterwards, and they knew they had received a reply. Neither one wanted to see what their dad had to say. They wondered if they had crossed an invisible line, and gone too far.

From the lawyer in the family to Cindy and Sandy:

It's about time you two stood up for each other. It has always been Cindy did this, or Sandy did that. It has never been 'We.' You may have thought of yourselves as sisters, twins, or cohabitants in a single room, but you never used the words 'We' when it came to you two as a pair. 'Separate but Equal,' is inherently 'Unequal.' It took the Supreme Court of the United States more than two decades to figure that out. It only took the two of you to 19 years. Just think you are faster than the Highest Court in the land. When your school week is over, if you so desire, you may come home. You may also open the attachment, and find out what your grades are, including the extra credit portion. If I find out you fought about it, I will leave welts from my belt on your backsides ½ inch deep. Dad"

Cindy looked at her sister and asked, "How do you want to handle this?"

"I'll go over to my computer, and when I'm ready, we will count down from five, and open the attachment; when you're ready, will scroll down to our names. Okay?"

They did exactly what they said they would do, and when they reached their names there were little happy faces with an arrow that said, "Double Right Click."

Cindy asked, "Are you ready?"

"On the count of five; 1, 2,3,4,5. They double right clicked and the screen exploded with confetti, and signs saying, "Fooled you." "Ha Ha!"

Cindy yelled, "I'll kill the rotten bastard when I get home. How could he do that to us? He sets us up for a fall. I feel like cutting his dick off."

Sandy said, "Let's not get irrational over this. There are other ways to get even with him, without cutting off one of the things we love about him."

"We could always get boyfriends."

"Are they going to be as good to us as he is?"

"Do you have to be so logical at a time like this? I'm angry with him."

"So am I, so let's tie him up and take advantage of him."

Cindy said, "On the way home, let's stop at a hardware store and get some big cable ties. They are easier to use than rope, and they're quicker."

"What are 'Cable Ties?'?"

"It's in that new book, 'Fifty Shades of Grey."

Sandy asked her, "When did you have time to read it."

"Please, it's such an easy read and any fifth grader could do it. It took me two and one half hours to breeze through the whole thing. Anyone who starts out with a premise that a young woman never touched her clit by the age of 22, and is still a virgin, is a lying bitch. Then she falls for a billionaire that's really heavy into BDSM. She says to him, 'Oh sure I'll let you do anything you want to me, because I love you.' Lady, give me a break. No one is going to cane me, trap me in cable ties, suspend me on an 'X' cross, and a bunch of piercing toys he wants to use on me, and have me say, "Okay, have fun. I'll lie down and take it, because I love you." 2 ½ hours of absolute nonsense. I gave the book back to Roslyn. She even thought it was trash."

"Why didn't you let me read it?"

Cindy replied, "I'll get it for you if you want. I just thought it was so awful; it wasn't worth your time."

"Get it for me please. I'd like to make my own decision on it."

"Let me call Roz, and see if she's in. If she is, I will get it now. You'll finish it before our 1 o'clock class."

Sandy asked her sister, "What do you think we should do about dad?"

"We are not going to answer him. It will drive him crazy. I think there's another way we can get our grades. We can go to our guidance counselor and tell her we want to retake Economics 101, because we don't feel were doing that well. We feel by our parents withholding our grades, they are trying to keep us from being disheartened. We just want to be prepared to fail the course, and have a spot reserved for us next semester. She will have to look it up on her computer, to find out what's going on with our grades, maybe we can sneak it by her that way."




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 25



"Cin, I don't know if you're smarter than I am, but I think you're getting as sneaky as dad."

"Thank you, Sandy, that means a lot to me."

Cindy called Roslyn and was able to get the book for Sandy.

While Cindy was busy doing that, Sandy made an appointment with their guidance counselor. Her next opening was in two weeks, and she scheduled their appointments for 4 P.M.

As they were preparing for their 1 PM class, the chime on their laptops went off telling them there was an email waiting.

From the lawyer in the family to two errant females: There was no response to my last message? Are you quiet, or are you quite angry again?"

In re: Know it all lawyer in the family.

You blew it once more. You used the incorrect adjective at the end of the sentence. It is not 'Again.' 'Still' is the appropriate adjective. Go back to school and study harder.

Cindy and Sandy

Sandy looked at her sister and said, "I think we are treading a very thin line."

"How much more can he punish us? We are banned from the house. We can't speak to mom. We can't speak to Debbie or Danni. He has effectively cut us off from our family. We either fight for our rights, or we lose everything we have ever had. It will be worse than when we were with our biological father."

"I will never let that happen. I will not lose mom and the girls. I love them too much."

"I think we have time for one more email."

"Dear mom, we don't know if you will ever see this, because we don't know if he censures your mail or not. We have just had a talk and have decided that Fred has gone too far. He has banned us from our home. He has banned us from seeing you. He has banned us from seeing our sisters. Effectively, he has turned into our biological father, and is attempting to destroy our family. We will not allow that to happen, because we love the three of you so much. We have not decided on a course of action yet, but whatever it may be, know that we are doing it, because we did not want to lose the thing we love the most, OUR FAMILY.

All our love, Cindy and Sandy

Cindy pressed send, closed her laptop, and she and her sister headed off for class. They were not 20 feet outside their dormitory when the chime on their laptops went off.

Sandy laughed. "I guess he's pissed."

Cindy shrugged her shoulders. "I would say we have his attention."

The email sign stayed on for the next 90 minutes as they suffered through their English class. They had spoken this language all their lives; how could it be this hard to understand.

The class filed out of the auditorium, but they stayed seated, waiting for a little privacy. They opened the email and saw an attachment. They opened it and there was their mother looking, smiling at them. 

"Hello my babies. Fred never censures my mail. I see everything that comes in that is addressed to me. He is not an ogre like your father was. He was trying to get a message through to you. It appears that it has worked. How often do you talk to each other now? Not only talk, how often do you listen to each other? You are making plans, together, to get rid of him, one way, or another. You are working as a team. It is a lot different now, than it was when you were trying to win the Economics challenge, isn't it. You said, "...you had not decided on a course of action yet, but whatever it may be, know that We are doing it because We did not want to lose the thing we love the most, OUR FAMILY." 

When you made a bet between each other, you were breaking the fabric of the family. Regardless of who spanked whom, it would always be remembered. A rift would have formed, and always be remembered by the two of you. It never could be repaired. One of you would always have that to hold over your sister's head. Your father could not let that happen. He wanted you to be sisters more than he wanted you to be competitors on an exam. You both got one 100% on your economics exam. Cindy you got 80 extra credits. Sandy you got 40 extra credits. The professor noted on your test that you didn't do the last two extra credit questions. He wondered why; and wants to speak to you about it, after your next class.

We are extremely proud of both of you. Your banishment is over, you may resume your normal schedule starting this weekend if you so desire. Fred said if you are angry with him he will stay at hotel, until you go back to school. We await your reply. I love you, my girls. You are my life."

Sandy looked at Cindy, "Dammit, why are his lessons so hard to understand?"

"I guess because if they were easy he wouldn't need him to teach them to us. I always feel like an idiot when I find out what I was supposed to learn, and how long it took me to learn it. It seems so simple to understand it now that mom said it. Without those words it was like peering into outer space. It's just a black void, with little dots of light trillions of miles away that you'll never reach in one lifetime."

From the top row of the auditorium they heard, "I'm looking for two errant females, with weeks of dirty laundry, looking for free ride home, with a dumb lawyer."

Cindy and Sandy screamed, "FRED!" They charged up a multilevel staircase to get to him.

They wrapped their arms tightly around him.

"Fred, why are your lessons so hard to learn?"

"Because they are the only ones worth learning. The simple ones anyone can learn. The hard ones make you think, and make you a better person. What happened to you over the last few weeks made both of you search your very souls for answers. You got angry with yourselves, and with me. You got so angry with me; you were ready to kill me for trying to break up the family. You didn't realize you stumbled upon the answer to the problem. I will never allow this family to be torn apart. How many times have I said it to each of you? Think about it, think about first day we met, and the conditions we were first introduced. They were not exactly what you would consider ideal. I promised you that day, nothing bad would ever happen to you, didn't I?"

The girls said, "Yes Fred, you promised us we would never be hurt."

"Have I kept that promise?"

Sandy said, "No, you make my brain hurt."

Fred laughed. "Sandy, brains don't have nerve endings. They can't feel a thing."

"Can we go home now, I want to see mom."

"Don't you want to buy cable ties first?"

"How do you know about that?"

"I have spies everywhere."

"No you don't, you're lying."

"Explain to me how I would know about the cable ties?"

"You're making my head hurt again; what are we having for dinner?"

"I'm sure if you call your mother and tell her you are coming home for a long weekend, she'll whip something up for you."

Cindy pushed the buttons on her cell phone, and when her mom answered she heard, "Lasagna, we are on our way home and I want lasagna, please."

"Who said you could come home on a Wednesday?"

"A very good lawyer, a friend of the family, and your fiancé."

"Oh, is that where he snuck off to. Okay, tell him to bring home two loaves of Italian bread, four cloves of garlic, a large bottle of cold pressed extra virgin olive oil, and the two of you. He can forget everything else, but he can't forget the two of you."

"Mom, I'm driving, Cindy's navigating, and dads going to be in the back, trussed up in cable ties."

"Young woman, who gave you permission to read that book?"

"You read it too mom? What did you think of it?"

"Don't you try to change the subject; answer my question young lady?"

"I am over 18 years old, and can read anything that is published mother, even that piece of trash."

"I paid $29.95 for that piece of trash."

"We just pass it around the dormitory. We are smarter than our parents."

"I guess where having Burger King for dinner."

"Mom, you wouldn't do that to us, would you?"

"You are smarter than I am. Lasagna takes an awful lot of hard work to make. I can buy Burger King at the drive-through window. Even I know which is easier."

"I'll do my own laundry."

"You have a deal. Get your ass home, I want to kiss it."

Fred drove home, while the girls did homework on the computers in the back. When he turned onto the street they lived, Fred heard a little commotion in the back. As the garage door closed, he realized why. Cindy and Sandy were naked. They threw their clothes into their laundry bags, jumped out of the van, and in nothing but their tennis shoes, ran into the house screaming for their mother.

Sharon was stirring the meat sauce as her eldest daughters ran through the kitchen and into her arms. It seemed like nine weeks instead of nine days since they had seen her. Tears flowed from her children's eyes. Even though they claimed to be adults, they were still her babies, and always would be.

Sharon told Cindy to bend over. When she assumed the position, her mother kissed her ass as she promised.

Sandy said, "Hey, what about me?"

Sharon replied, "I never promised to kiss your ass, but come here and I'll think of something."

Sandy approached her mother, and was delighted when her mother lowered her head and sucked on the nipple of her left breast. She held her mother's head there and said, "It is so good to be home."

Cindy started to say something, but the look Fred gave her made her think twice. She stopped, nodded her head. She had indeed learned her lesson. This was FAMILY, and everyone in HER FAMILY would be treated EQUALLY!

They were still naked, drinking orange juice and watching their mother prepare the lasagna when Debbie and Danny walked in through the front door. They screamed with joy, when they saw their sisters standing in the kitchen. They dropped their books and ran to them. They asked 100 questions about their banishment; and how they did on their exams. The questioning stopped when Danni said, "Your naked, have you started without us? We haven't had sex since dad sent you away. He said it wouldn't be fair to you if we were having fun while you were suffering. I thought it was bullshit, but I don't make the rules; he does. Oh God, did I just say that word out loud?"

She turned her head to her father, who had a large grin on his face. She looked at her mother, who was nodding her head.

"I haven't been punished in nine days. You two come home, and within 10 minutes I screw up. Thanks a lot guys, I truly appreciate it."

Fred looked at his youngest and said, "Due to extenuating circumstances, I am going to allow you to get away with this one time. The next time it happens, it will take an act of God to get you out of trouble."

Danni went over to her father, grasped him around the waist, apologized for her misdemeanor, and thanked him for his leniency.

She said, "Dad, most of all, my tiny ass thanks you."

"What a wonderful way to thank me, Danni. I think I'll have a piece of it later tonight."

Danni's eyes rolled to the back of her head. "Does anyone have a needle and thread; my big mouth just got me in trouble again."

Fred laughed as he hugged Danni tight. She was so tiny, but she was as better than gold.

Sharon looked at her fiancé with a smile on her face. "Fred, there is an hour and a half until dinner. After the girls set the table, do you think you can find something to keep them occupied?"

Fred did not have a chance to answer. Four youthful females charged around the kitchen taking out plates, silverware, glasses, napkins, bread trays, and butter dishes. The table was set perfectly in 90 seconds. White House butlers, using micrometers, could not have done it any better.

The four young women waited for Fred's instructions. They knew better than to jump to any conclusions.

"Well, Cindy said she would do her own laundry, she can start on that. Debbie and Danni have school tomorrow, so they have homework to do. They should do that before dinner. That leaves me with Sandy for a little while, until Cindy finishes her chores and is able to join us. If she stuffs a washing machine with all her clothes at one time, she will pay for it dearly, and I do mean dearly."

Much to his surprise, Sandy asked, "Can I help Cindy with the laundry? We do our whites together to make one load. Then we have two loads of color wash afterwards. It is how we do it at school."

"That's an excellent idea. Do it, and when you are finished, I will meet you upstairs."

8 feet went in separate directions, two mouths were grumbling, because they had to do their homework. The other two went to divide and conquer their laundry.

Fred took a wooden spoon, dipped it in the meat sauce, and tasted it. "Sharon, you absolutely amaze me. This sauce is absolutely fantastic, just like you." 

He moved behind her, grabbed her hips, kissed her neck, and nibbled on her ear lobes. His hands moved to her breasts and fondled them, as her head leaned back onto his shoulder.

"Fred, I'll burn the sauce."

He reached over and lowered the flame under the large pot. He continued his ministrations to her breasts, and neck, while his right hand moved down her flank and found the button on her skirt. He bit her earlobe gently, squeezed his tip of her nipple, and loosed the button at the same time. The skirt fell to the floor around her feet.

"Fred, dinner will be late."

"Yes dear, but you will cum early."

He lowered her panties to the floor turned her around and smothered her mouth with his. She put her arms around his neck as he picked her up, and slowly pushed himself inside her.

"Why couldn't you have been my first Fred? My life would have been perfect."

"Don't think about him. Think about the girls he gave you. They are treasures I would not have given you. You would be lost without them. We both had terrible starts in life. Now we have the rest of our lives to live happily."

They were in the throes of making love, when Cindy and Sandy walked out of the laundry room. They had never been allowed to watch their parents make love, so this was a special time for them. They did not make sound or a movement that would disturb them. They watched their mothers face and saw her glow as Fred passionately and pleasurably took their mother her higher and higher towards her orgasm. It turned out not to be one, or two, but more than they could count. She seemed to roll from one orgasm to another, without stopping in between.

When Fred released inside their mother, his head dropped to her bosom. He seemed to lose all his strength, but he never let her go. She was resting in his arms, with her head on his shoulder. He carried her, past them into the den, and lay her down on the couch.

Sandy ran to get a comforter to cover her. She handed it to Fred, and backed away. He nodded, and placed it over his love. He kissed her, put his deflated penis back into his pants, and walked out of the room.

Sandy said, "Dad, we weren't spying on you. We put the laundry into the washing machine and walked into the kitchen. We saw the two of you making love, and we didn't want to disturb you. We just froze where we were, not moving, talking, or even breathing. We don't want you to be angry with us, it was an accident."

Fred smiled at two of his daughters. "Do you think your mother and I didn't realize the two of you might walk in on us after you sorted your clothes, and started the wash? It is just another life lesson. It is the difference between sex, and making love. When you go out on your own, and believe you have found that special someone to spend your life with, that is what it is supposed to look and feel like. What did your bodies tell you while you were watching us? Were we just fucking each other for the heck of it; or are we madly, passionately, and deeply committed to one another. I love the four of you children like you are my own. I will make love to all of you and make you feel cherished. I can never make you feel like I feel for your mother, because she and I are attached to one another at a different level. I hope you can understand that now."

"Is your brain hurting again Sandy? Is he teaching too many tough lessons to you two in one day?"

The two girls walked over to their half-dressed mother, and asked, "How can you stand him, mom? Is he always in teaching mode? Does he always make you think when he's alone with you?"

"No, my dears, sometimes we do some really fun things at the spur of the moment. Of course, it makes dinner late, but your father doesn't seem to mind, and honestly, neither do I."

Cindy and Sandy looked at each other, and communicated in their own private way. They smiled, turned to their parents and Cindy said, "Dad, why don't you take mom upstairs. Sandy and I will finish making dinner. We promise not to ruin it."

Sharon glanced at their daughters and said, "You do realize what you're giving up, don't you?"

"Yes, but we always have tomorrow, while the younger ones are at school."

Sharon gave them a brief set of directions, turned, grabbed Fred by his belt, and pulled him towards the stairwell.

Sandy giggled. "Cindy, I think mom was horny."

"I don't know how she has any strength remaining after what we saw. She was just hanging on for dear life, and dad didn't have her braced against anything. It was brute muscle power that kept them together, but their lovemaking was so intense and passionate, I don't think either of them realizes how much energy they used to stay upright."

"Well sis, at least we let them use a bed this time. Let's check the clothes, and see if they're done. We have an hour to ourselves; we can watch a movie or do homework. What do you think?"

"Homework, a movie is too long, and we will wind up burning dinner. There would be repercussions for doing that from both dad and mom."

"Oh no, double trouble, I vote against that. Maybe we should put panties on, and sit on the floor in front of the stove, while the lasagna cooks. We will be sure to see if anything starts to go wrong."

"No panties, just towels. When our laundry is done, we will put on warm panties; they always feel so good."

Sandy laughed. "Admit it, Cindy; you just want your pussy to get warm."

"Guilty as charged."





Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 25



Sandy smiled, "Well, I'd say mom is getting even with dad right about now. He took her for a ride in the kitchen, and it sounds like she's taking him for a ride in the bedroom."

"What happened to you two; I thought it was supposed to be your turn?"

"Cindy and I noticed that mom was a little edgy after dad finished with her in the kitchen. So we stayed to watch dinner cook, and let her go upstairs and do some cooking with dad. I would say he's about done."

"If he screams any louder, the neighbors are going to come over to see who is getting beaten up."

"There is only one man in this family, and he's yelling. They will know the rest of us are ganging up on him."

*******

"I am going to get you for this Sharon."

"Mi crtglt hp sw."

"You shouldn't talk with your mouth full."

"Ouch, don't do that again Sharon, I'll take out the paddle, I swear I will."

Sharon pushed her fingers deep into his rectum, pressed them hard against his prostate, and rubbed it mercilessly against the sidewall of his intestine.

He was so close to cumming, his body was levitating off the bed. Sharon grasped the bottom of his prick in a death grip and began pump him mercilessly with her mouth.

"No," he screamed, "No more, I can't take any more. Please, Sharon, please let me cum."

She pressed on his prostate again, released the hold onto his penis, and Fred's orgasm was like no other he had ever experienced.

It was nothing like Sharon had ever experienced either. His semen was so thick it coagulated upon impact at the bottom of her throat. She had to pull him out half way before she was able to swallow his first full load, and it was by no means his last. She had fun teasing him, but he was having the final laugh. He filled her mouth, throat, and gullet with such an immense amount of semen, it felt like it would never end. She thanked God that Fred's hands were tied above his head. If he had pressed her head down into his lap while this was happening, she would not have been able to breathe. She would surely have suffocated. When he was finally finished, so was she. His eyes were closed, his head was back against the pillow, his arms were slack, and his breathing became slow and steady. She looked up at him, and the bastard was asleep. She wanted to kill him. She didn't even get a 'Thank You' or a 'Well Done.' She wanted to bite it off, but she licked it, and he groaned.

She thought, "Well, at least that's something." She climbed alongside him to release him from his bonds. As soon as the second one was gone, she was on her back and he was looking down at her, with smoke coming out of his ears.

"So little girl, you want to play rough, do you? I think I can accommodate you with your little games."

"Fred, be nice, you enjoyed it."

"Trust me my love; you will enjoy what I have in store for you also."

"The last time you said that my ass was red for a week."

"Yes, it was; but I put oil on it, and kissed it every night, before you went to sleep."

"That's not the only thing you did to it, before I went to sleep."

"I had to think of something to do with the excess oil."

"Fred, you are such a liar. The first time you did it to me you picked me up, and told me we were going to dance to a waltz. We danced to a beautiful waltz alright, but you also took my anal virginity at the same time. You take me out to a fabulous restaurant. You teach me about fine wines, and I get a little tipsy. When we get home, I get a tipsy, again, but it's up my ass. Then you come up with the routine with the oil, and for 7 days in a row, you lull me into a false sense of security. I wind up with 8 ½ inches of you up my backside every time you oil me up. The amazing thing about you Fred, is both the girls and I know it's coming, and we are always surprised, when we find it inside us. We know you are going to use a condom. There is always a pause when you stop to put it on. There should be a chance for us to escape, but we lay there and wait for the inevitable, and wind up enjoying what you do, both to, and for us."

"Darling, what are we doing now?"

Sharon looked at her position. She was on her side, with Fred spooned behind her. Her right leg was high over his right leg, and when she realized what he had done to her, she said, "Fred, you are disgusting."

He pushed his dick further into her ass and kissed the curve of her neck. He said, "Remember my dear, this is not my fault. If all those young women in my building had worn a decent cover-up in the elevator, while they were going down to the pool, I may not have this ass fetish at all. If they had covered their bottoms instead of their tops, I would be fucking your breasts now. Think how messy that might be all the time. Don't get me wrong, I have done that to your breasts many times, but first and foremost, I am an ass man."

"As I said Fred, you are disgusting."

******

There was a knock on the bedroom door and Fred said "Come in."

Sharon screamed, "Don't you dare come into this room."

Cindy stuttered, "Ahmm, dinners ready."

"We will be down in 10 minutes, Cindy."

"Fred, if you do that to me again, I will kill you."

"A bride to be told me just recently, that her uncle had laid out a ton of money in deposits for a fancy hotel, ballroom, invitations, and other items that make a fancy wedding. She said if the groom did not show up, the uncle would kill me. What do you think the uncle would do to the bride-to-be, if she killed the groom on his way to the altar?"

"Fred, how can you stay hard, and talk so much?"

"We practice it in Law School. Yale has three all-female colleges and prep schools within 10 miles of its campus. Many of these young women, all with large trust funds, looking to marry a Yale lawyer, come over to the law school, during the week we do "Moot Court." During part of those weeks, some of us are defense attorneys, and the other part of the weeks we are prosecuting attorneys. If a young woman likes you, and believes you are going to be successful, she will pair up with you for part of, or the entire "Moot Court" session. During that time, we will practice our oratory, while fucking like bunnies." 

"I thought you said you studied all the time?"

"What did I just say? I was practicing my oratory, while fucking like a bunny. I am good at multitasking, just ask your uncle. Now, pay attention, because you're about to cum."

"Fred, I'm not even warmed up..."

Fred's hips moved in a figure 8, his right hand went to her pussy, his left hand to her breast, and his mouth to her neck and ears. Without realizing what happened to her, she was on her back on top of him, with her legs splayed wide open outside of his. Her legs were so wide apart they hurt. The combination of pummeling her behind and his fingers inside her pussy caused a fountain of fluid to squirt free from her insides. He moved his thumb to her clit and teased it. Her body started chasing his hand, but he would not allow her to catch it. He played with her inner and outer labia. When she turned her hips to get him to touch her clit, he moved his hand away.

"Touch me Fred, touch me please."

He whispered in her ear, "I believe I was in a position similar to yours a short time ago, and you refused my request. Why should I accede to yours?"

"Because you love me, and I adore you, but most of all, dinner is getting cold."

"That is not fair. You're playing the children against me. I will allow you to come this time but the next time you get the paddle for insubordination. Is that understood?"

"Yes, my dear, you can even use the oil afterwards." 

He brought his hips into high gear and both hands to her vaginal opening. He surrounded her clit with both thumbs and her body did not have a chance. He pressed against it from both sides and then rubbed it in opposite directions as quickly as he could. In less than 20 seconds she was steaming. In 20 more, she was boiling over and by one minute she screamed in ecstasy, as had another orgasm that blew her way.

Fred withdrew from her ass, and slid her over onto her stomach to let her rest. He kissed her from the top of her head to the bottom of her toes. He told her he was going to take a shower. He said that if she was still lying down when he got out of the shower he was going to pick her up and throw her into it, with the cold water on. She replied something that was inaudible as Fred headed for the bathroom. Five minutes later he was done, and yelled that fact to his lady. 

She screamed back that she was awake and ready for her shower. She walked by him as he went into his closet looking for his robe. Several moments later she walked out of the bathroom looking like a drowned rat. He laughed, handed her a robe, and a towel for her long hair.

She looked menacingly at him and said, "Fred, this is as good as it's going to get for the rest of the night; get used to it."

He rummaged through his closet quickly. "Where is that damn camera when I want it?"

"Hidden, where you can't find it," she said with a smile on her face. 

She opened the bedroom door, started down to join her girls in the kitchen, while Fred grumbled a few feet behind her.

106. One if by Hand, Two Before Bedtime

Dinner and discussion were fabulous, as always, especially now that they were all together. Sharon was shocked and amazed that her two youngest had read her copy of that book.

"Is nothing sacred in this house?"

"Mom, if you don't want us to read something, you shouldn't leave it on the kitchen table, when you go out shopping. It reads like a laundry list of things not to do when you fall in love. Even if the guy is filthy rich, he has no right to beat you like our father did to you. It's absolutely disgusting."

Fred knew what was about to happen to him, so he was prepared. "I kind of liked it."

Five pieces of Italian bread went flying at him, and each one hit there mark with precision.

Danni yelled at him, "Dad, how could you think that any man has a right to abuse a woman?"

"He was just showing her who the boss in the family was going to be."

When Sharon laughed, the girls understood what he was doing. Sandy said, "Can't we have a wonderful dinner, without a teaching lesson thrown in?"

"What fun would that be? If you don't use your brains all the time, they just run amok, and think of silly things, like Economics Exams, and killing your father."

"Cindy and I are still thinking about killing you for keeping the results of our Economics grades from us."

"Sandy have you learned nothing from my emails? I don't have the power to keep your grades from you."

Cindy and Sandy looked at their mother with evil intent. 

Sharon looked at Cindy and said, "I made you your favorite dinner, so don't give me that look young woman."

"Mom, how could you do that to us? You knew how important those grades were to us."

"I think I'm going to have to smack you both on the head so you remember what you seem to have already forgotten. You hadn't learned your lesson yet. You were still vying for the best grade to hold it over your sister's head. There is a better way to keep you from forgetting that lesson ever again. I think I will keep Fred from having sex with either of you for another month."

Danni yelled, "Does that include Debbie and me?"

"No, you have suffered enough."

"Mom, it is tough enough learning lessons from Fred. Now you are going to start teaching us lessons also?"

"Do you think Fred is the only smart one in this house? I may not have gone to college, but your father taught me a lot of lessons I will never forget. He made me learn them the hard way, and I hated every one of them."

Sandy dropped her head in shame. "I'm sorry mom. We have been with Fred for so long, and he has been so wonderful to all of us, I have almost forgotten the ogre who ruined your life."

"I understand your problem sweetheart, because Fred makes me feel so wonderful in my heart. Your father always creeps into my mind, when I am thinking about the four of you, and how wonderful all of you have turned out. I couldn't be prouder of you if I tried. There are still things you have to learn, and you will learn them at school, around this table, from me, and from Fred. Life is a continual learning process, and sometimes it hurts, it hurts a lot, both mentally and physically."

Fred got up from his seat and walked over to Sharon before she had a chance to start crying. It was times like these, when she was thinking of her past, she could not control her emotions. 

He said, "Girls, would you leave us alone for a few minutes."

Sandy ran up to her room with Cindy inches behind her. Debbie and Danni were in Sandy's room seconds later.

Sandy cried, "Why am I so stupid. I never meant to hurt mom, but I did. How could I do that to her? How could I dredge up those hurtful memories?"

Cindy leaned down against her sister, and tried to console her. "I was 16 years old, and dad was hitting mom. I was old enough to say something, or to do something about it. I was so frightened of him, I did nothing. I was so ashamed of myself; I went into our closet and cried, because I was a coward."

Debbie said, "Cin, you are not the only one. Danni and I hid also. We are only one year younger than you are, and could have done the same thing. He was such a monster; he had us all frightened to death. If he could do that to mom, he would have had no problem killing all of us."

Standing in the doorway, Fred was holding on to Sharon. She said to her 'Treasures', "I would never have allowed him to touch you. He would have been dead before he got to your room. I would have protected you with my life, as I did from the days you were born."

From her bed, Sandy said, "Mom, I never meant to dredge up those memories. Please forgive me, sometimes I feel so stupid I want to bang my head up against the wall."

Fred nuzzled his lips against Sharon's neck, and said to her, "It's such a pretty head, don't let her do that please."

"A few dents on the back of her head wouldn't be too noticeable, would they?"

"If they were well placed, No they wouldn't be noticeable. I would have to do it with the paddle to be sure the placement was correct."

"You should use the big paddle, she has a big head."

Sandy yelled, "I do not, it's the same size as Cindy's."

"Fred, I guess you going to have to hit Cindy also."

"Hey, what did I do?"

"You are her twin sister; you have to look alike at all times."

"I am going to look that up in a medical dictionary. I am sure you two are lying."

"Cindy, who makes up the rules in this house?"

"You do, but I hate it when I lose on a technicality."

Fred smiled at her. "Since you realized that you were trapped, I will rescind your mother's dictum on sex. We will start tomorrow, as planned."

"Sandy also?"

"You are twins; you must be treated 'Equally', under the law."

Sharon said to her younger daughters, "Hey you two, you have school tomorrow, its bedtime."

Debbie whined, "But mom, he promised."

"Did I say which bed?"

They screamed in joy. They ran towards their parents' bedroom, leaving a trail of clothes on the floor.

Sharon yelled, "Where do your clothes belong?"

Sandy said, "Mom let them go, I'll get their clothes."

Sharon kissed Sandy's head. "It seems you have learned your lesson very well."

"Mom, all I have to say is I am not going to law school. If all my teachers are like dad, I would cry myself to sleep every night."

Fred answer was simple. "Where did you get the idea you sleep while you're school?"

"Do you see what I mean mom, he's at it already; and I am only a freshman in college."

"It's never too early to start planning a career dear."

"I think I'll become a librarian. Books don't ask you questions, and they can't talk back to you."

Fred said, "Sandy, I don't want to burst your bubble, but when you have a spare minute lookup the qualifications for a Library Sciences degree. Tomorrow come back and tell me how easy it is to become a librarian."

"Mom, shoot him please. He is going to drive me crazy before I reach my 20th birthday."

"Sandy, it's not a drive; it's just a short walk."

"Ha-Ha mom, you're turning into a comedian."

"Fred, there are two young women in our bed waiting for your presence. I am amazed they have not started screaming for you already. Fred, Fred, Fred where did you go."

Cindy laughed. "Mom, while you were talking, our sisters grabbed him and pulled him toward your bedroom. I guess they were tired of waiting for him."

"Well, at least there is the three of us. What would you like to play with your old mom?"

"That's a very loaded question mother. However, there is a very large comforter in the den, and if we move the table out of the way, we could have some fun of our own."

"I was thinking about a fun game of Scrabble, Poker, or Rummy. My two degenerate daughters want to get between my thighs. Oh well, there are worse things in the world that could happen over the next several hours. Bedtime is midnight, no arguing about it."

"Since is only 8:30 PM, I think midnight is a good cut off point. What do you think Sandy?"

"That is fine by me; I should have lockjaw by then."

"Let's bring some towels downstairs with us to clean up the sticky stuff."

*******

"Was that nice, stealing me away from your mother and sisters while we were in the middle of a conversation?"

"Dad, certain promises were made and have not been delivered," Danni said. "We are on a tight time schedule, because we have school tomorrow, and you were standing there as if you had nothing better to do. Debbie and I knew you did, so we stole you away from the conversation."

"Who is first?"

"We are. Lie down and enjoy it dad, you are going to be double teamed by your younger twins."

"Do I have any say in this at all?"

Fearfully, Debbie said, "No?"

Fred smiled at his young darlings and said, "When you are outnumbered, surrender to overwhelming odds."

Debbie and Danny threw Fred onto the bed, and removed his shorts and socks. They began kissing, and rubbing their hands all over him, but before playtime began in earnest they crawled into his arms. 

Danni said, "You are behind in the sex education of your youngest daughters by 10 days. We have determined that you will be double-teamed, at least once each night, for the next five days in order to catch up with their educational quotas. Failure to do so will equal getting a dildo shoved up your ass."

Fred laughed at his 'predicament.' "Danni, where did you get a dildo?"

"I bought it at 'Brookstone.' They called it 'A Personal, Three-Speed, Neck Massager."

Fred began choking as he laughed. "A personal three speed neck massager. Some advertising genius made his money that week. May I see it?"

"Would tomorrow be soon enough, you have to upgrade my education now."

"Proceed ladies; I am all yours."

Debbie looked at Danni and asked, "Heads or Tails?"

Danni replied, "Oh, can I have tails please?"

"Damn; okay, but we switch in 10 minutes."

"Thanks sis." Danni pushed herself out of her father's arms turned, straddled his chest, dove, and devoured his dick.

As Debbie was turning into her position she watched her sister's movements, and said, "Damn dad, she is good at that."

Fred was about to agree with her, but Debbie completed her turn, pushed her pussy down on his mouth, which limited his power speech.

Fred thought to himself, "God, I love this family."

Danni continued pushing his dick down her throat, playing with his balls, urging him to give her mouth the first protein explosion of the night, while Debbie rode his mouth and tongue looking for a completion of her own. She looked at her sister's ass, and decided it was too lovely to leave alone. She leaned forward, and licked her sisters' ass hole.




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 25



Danni's reaction was immediate. She rose up onto her knees, changed the angle of her hips, and brought her dripping pussy interview.

Debbie double dipped. Her tongue attacked her sisters' vagina as her thumb entered her sisters' ass.

Fred had no idea what was happening above him, all he knew was that Debbie's fluids had turned from a stream, into a waterfall in the matter of seconds. If the flow got any heavier, he would have to lift her off his face to breathe.

He knew she was having fun with her sister, and was keeping her on edge rather than trying to get her to cum. However, Danni had him very close to the edge. Whatever Debbie was doing to her sister was making her even more voracious than she had been. He decided it was time to take Debbie over the top. If it was too soon, and he saw disappointment in her eyes, he would make up for it later. He never wanted to leave any of his girls disappointed.

Debbie's mouth was devouring her sisters' pussy. She had exchanged two fingers in her sisters' ass for her thumb, and was watching her sister's propel itself up and down, like the piston of a car. She wondered if Danni would be dizzy when she finished with her father.

Suddenly she screamed as Fred nipped her clit a little harder than he had before. She screamed, "Dad, do it again."

Fred nipped her clit, again. Debbie screamed, showered his face with her essence, while he laughed.

Debbie said, "Dad, I'm almost there, shall we try for a twofer."

Fred nibbled on her vulva to show his agreement, and then dove in for the kill. His hands were at her breasts. His tongue was deep inside, playing on the roof of her tunnel with her G spot. 

Debbie was feasting on Danni's open pussy, and for a few wild seconds, she thought about fisting her sister, as she had done to her months earlier. It looked like she could fit her head into her sisters' cunt, because she was so wide open and so wet. She smiled, because it was such an evil thought, and so fun; but reserved it for another day.

Debbie was so deep in thought about what she might do to her sister, when Danni exploded. She was soaked from her head to her belly button.

Debbie was getting ready to scream at her, when she exploded onto Fred's face. It came from nowhere, but it drained her of every ounce of energy she had.

Danni was exhausted but continued feasting on Fred's dick. Fred was not sure he was going to make it because of the decreased speed, and friction, but sure enough he came, and he came in quarts. He lifted Debbie off his face and screamed in torment. His dick was so far down Danni's throat, she did not taste a thing; she didn't even have to swallow. His semen just dripped down her gullet and into her stomach. A protein cocktail of spermatozoa never meant to fertilize a female's egg to form the beginning of a life.

She laid her head onto his thigh and hip and waited for his prick to soften, shrivel, and fall out of her mouth. She made no overt movement to get him out of her mouth, because she was too damn tired.

Fred, was the only rested individual in the room, and decided to have some fun with his 18 soon to be 19-year-olds. He put his hands behind his head and yelled, "NEXT!"

Danni's reply was instantaneous, and painful.

Debbie told her dad to Fuck-Off, but he didn't hear her. At the instant she said it, he screamed in pain, and yelled for Danni to stop.

Danni said to Fred, "Dad, any woman can outlast any man in bed, if she just lays there and does nothing. You tried to pull it on us now, but you forgot where your pride and joy was. I hope you learned your lesson well."

"Danni, I am going to tear you a new ass hole for biting me."

"Yes dad, I knew it was a chance that you would say and do just that. It was a chance I was willing. It was part of the lesson you tried to teach Cindy and Sandy. We learned it too. Sometimes lessons have adverse consequences, as well as positive ones."

"Have I ever told you girls that I love it when you use a lesson I have taught you, and in spectacular fashion, use it to defend yourselves against an unjust punishment?"

Danni looked at Debbie and asked, "Did I just do that?"

"He just paid you a compliment; shut up, say 'Thank You,' and accept it."

"Thank you, dad."

Fred smiled broadly. "Come here munchkin, I'm going to eat you up."

Danni smiled as she approached her father. He picked her up, kissed her all over her face, ears, and neck; and then began to tickle her.

She began fighting his arms, until he twisted her upside down and buried his face in her pussy.

She screamed, "Dad, you gorilla." She tried to turn her torso and grab his prick, but she was too late. Debbie was stuffing her pussy with her father's revitalized dick, and as soon as she bottomed out, she smiled, and began driving herself up and down on it like a long lost lover. After all, it had been 10 days since she had had sex. 

Since Fred came out of the hospital, and finished his rehabilitation, she had not gone without sex for more than three days without him inside her. She and her sisters swore they would never take drugs. If they like them, as much as they liked sex, they would be dead in a matter of months. They knew better than to let that happen to them.

A few hours later, four women and one man were resting in the den, after torrid bouts of lovemaking.

"Mom, why don't you come to college with us? Sandy and Cindy are going to be sophomores. Debbie and I start next fall. Dad is going to be busy with Uncle Clark's Presidential Campaign, and you will be all alone in this big house. You don't have to live in the dorms; it's only a forty-minute drive to the campus, and you don't have to take a full load of courses if you don't want to. You are a 'Fox'; all the guys on campus will be chasing after you."

"Cindy, I never finished high school. I don't even have a GED thanks to your father. How could I possibly get into college?"

"You call the Board of Education, and schedule an appointment. They will give you an initial examination, to see if you need to take the formal classes. If you do, you will have to take classes that will range from six months to two years. If you don't, you will have your GED in hand within two months."

Sharon shook her head in disgust. "Why is Mister Know-it-all always in the right place at the wrong time?"

Fred said, "It's a gift, I developed it while working for your uncle."

Debbie and Danni cuddled with their mother on the comforter and said, "Please, mom, it would be great to have you as a freshman with us. We will even help you with your homework."

"Who started this? I was having a wonderful time relaxing with my daughters, and all of a sudden, I am being hoodwinked into going to college. Do I have a say in this at all?"

Four young women shouted, "NO!"

"Fred, help me, I am going to be a 36 years old woman, and a freshman in college. I am going to feel like a dinosaur sitting in a room with babies."

Fred smiled as he looked at his future bride. "I'll call the Board of Education in the morning. I'll set up an appointment for you to take your GED test. I'm sure with all the help you have given the girls growing up; you will pass the test with flying colors."

"Fred that is not the kind of help I was asking for, and you know it."

"Yes dear, I am aware of that; but if you work hard, in eight years you can open your own law firm. I can see it now: Sharon Hastings and daughters: Attorneys at Law. Clark Atwater of Counsel. Fred Hastings Adjunct Attorney. There is nothing in this world like having a former President, and Attorney General, plus his right hand man on your banner head to bring clients in the door."

Sharon screamed, "Girls hide me, he is planning my future, and yours. You know as well as I do, he always gets his way. We either kill him now, or we are all doomed to be lawyers like him."

Five females looked at one male. Fred's eyes opened wide, and he started backing away towards the exit of the den.

Debbie yelled, "Let's get him."

Fred turned and started to run. He tripped on the edge of his robe, but regained his balance, and continued towards the stairway. Five irate females were close behind him, screaming for his head, and other body parts. He entered his bedroom, and attempted to close the door. It didn't work. Three young women were pushing against the other side. He decided on the bedrooms' sliding glass door as his means of escape. He threw down his robe to jam the door from being opened. It left him naked, but he did not care. He only needed a few seconds head start to unlock the sliding door, get onto the deck, down to the first floor, into the garage, and the safety of the Mercedes Van.

He had it all worked out, and was ready to go. The women were screaming at him, using words that were not allowed in his household. He wouldn't be able to punish them for this offense. He just wanted to escape this one time, until they calmed down.

He let go of the door, ran eight giant steps across the room, pushed back the drapes, slid back to lock, pushed down the retaining mechanism, and pulled to open the door. It did not move.

Five females were all over him. He could not understand where he went wrong. He thought he had accounted for everything. He left nothing to chance. However, here he was face down, on the carpet in his bedroom, with his daughters tying him up with rope.

Cindy said, "We should have stopped for the cable ties."

After he was trussed up, with his hands tied to his feet, Sharon asked her girls, "What should we do with him now?"

"Dad wanted to see my 'Three Speed Personal Neck Massager.' I can show it to him now."

"Danni, why would you want to massage your dads' neck," Sharon asked.

Danni smiled. "Trust me, mom, this is like no neck massager you have ever seen before."

She went into her room, moved her underwear aside, and took the platinum colored neck massager from the drawer. She placed it on her desk, changed the batteries, and went back to her parent's room, with a grin on her face. Her dad was going to love this.

"Here is the neck massager I bought at 'Brookstone's', mom."

Sharon looked at the device, and said, "Neck massager my ass."

"Yes mother, among other places. It's not as powerful as the "Clam" dad bought for you, but it is very interesting, and extremely intense."

"Are you speaking from personal experience; or is this a review from a friend?"

"I refuse to answer on the grounds that it may incriminate me."

From his very painful position, Fred said, "Do you see what I mean, Sharon, she is half way to being a defense attorney already."

Five females yelled, "Shut up, Fred.

"I was just trying to help."

"Fred, if you don't keep quiet, I'm going to put a sock in your mouth."

"Girls, do we grease him up, or since he is a lawyer, is he slippery enough already?"

Danni said, "Since it is my massager, I believe it is my duty to lubricate it, before it is inserted into dads' 'fetish'."

Cindy shouted, "I second that motion."

Fred intervened again. "Sharon, they have to be lawyers. She is using 'Roberts Rules of Order', and she hasn't even heard of them yet."

"Mom, are you sure Uncle Clark needs him for his campaign? We have a lot of land in the backyard. If we bury him deep enough, no one will ever find him, and no one will ever miss him. We can say one day he just disappeared, and because of his brain injury everyone will feel sorry for you as the abandoned bride."

"Sharon listen to their arguments; they are setting up plausible deniability for you, against foul play. They have used a previous brain injury as the cause of my disappearance. If that's not legal thinking I don't know what is. You are all born lawyers."

Sharon screamed, "Someone get me a pair of his socks. I am going to shove them down his throat."

"Are you tired of hearing the truth, my love?"

"Shut up Fred, before I shove them down your throat with my foot."

"Should I tell you how terrifying it is being threatened by five beautiful, naked females?"

Sandy gave her mother Fred's socks, but before she put them in Fred's mouth she said, "Fred, you have never been in this position before, with these naked females. You have always been in control of the situation. Now, we have the paddle, and this three-speed neck massager. Like the man's voice on the television show, 'The Outer Limits" says, "Do not adjust your dial, we have control...' Opened wide Fred, you are about to be dessert."

Fred didn't struggle; he opened his mouth wide as Sharon put his navy blue socks into his mouth. She looked at her girls and said, "Listen... He does not speak."

Danni said, "Mom, give me my massager so I can lubricate it."

Cindy shouted, "Don't forget, I get it next."

"Then me," said Sandy.

"Dad fucked me last, so I'm good," said Debbie.

"Remember girls this is not a masturbation contest, this is just to lubricate the item in question, if you want to orgasm, pair-off. If you want a chance to paddle or massage your father stay here, and enjoy the show. This may be the first and only time we will have him in this position."

Danni inserted the platinum massager deep inside her and turned it to number one. The humming could barely be heard on the outside, but inside her body, the vibrations were delicious. She turned it to number two and she groaned with pleasure. It turned into a pins and needles affect, which popped her clit out from under its hood. She started sweating noticeably as she was pushing it in and out of herself. Her hips were rotating, and her hand moved faster, when suddenly it was ripped from her body. When her eyes cleared and she picked up her head, her mother was holding it.

"MOM, what did you do that for?"

"You did an excellent job lubricating it; it's your sister turn now."

Danni dropped her head to the floor, said a few choice words under her breath, brought her hands to her pussy and started rubbing her clit fiercely, chasing the orgasm that got away.

Cindy was dripping wet from watching her sister. She had used artificial devices before, but never one with a motor. As soon as it was inside her, she turned it on and was in heaven. Setting number one was great, but she went to number two within seconds. Setting number two stiffened her legs into boards. She could barely move the massager in and out of her pussy, because the feeling was so extreme. As she began to get used to it and move the dildo inside of her she pressed it from one side of her channel to the other and then up against her G spot. When she hit that rough area she exploded into orgasm, and went limp. Her mother pulled the dildo out of her dripping pussy, while Debbie threw a towel over her sister.

Sandy wanted to know what her twin did to get that reaction but Cindy was non-communicative. She turned the device to the first setting but before inserting it into her vagina she played with it against her clitoris. The little bud sprang out from under its hood in full-bloom. It wasn't pink, it was fire engine red. It was in heat, and so was the flesh around it. Her labia, both small and large, engorged with blood, while she watched in awe. By the time she was ready to insert into her channel, she was flowing like a river at flood stage. She pushed it deep inside her, increased the massager to level number two, and the feeling was majestic. There was no other word she could think of to justify what was going on. Everything inside her was pulsing, clenching, and dancing. This was heaven on earth, and she had not reached number three, yet. She was getting ready to do just that, when the cruel hand of her mother removed it from her pussy. 

She screamed, "Mom, I want one."

Sharon replied, "If your grades drop one point, I'm going to shove it up your ass and leave it there."

Danni said, "Mom, you have to try it. It may not be as strong as the one dad got you, but it is phenomenal."

"The four of you are forgetting what we are supposed to be doing here."

"We will put it in him in a few minutes, mom, but you have to try this."

Sharon did not fight them very hard after what she watched it do to her daughter's. She raised her knees and said, "Okay, here goes." 

Her four girls looked like spokes of a wheel, looking at the hub. They were staring directly at their mother's pussy. She smiled and tapped each one on their heads. She asked, "Are you enjoying the view of where you came out of?"

Debbie replied, "Mom, it doesn't seem physically possible for one of us to come out of a place that small."

"Remember, you were a little smaller when you were born, and that area does stretch quite a bit when you come out. Thankfully it goes back into place, after the baby comes out."

Sharon started the same way Sandy did, by playing with her clit and getting all her organs ready for the contribution of the massager. It did not take long for her to begin perspiring and her pussy leaking. She moved the dildo inside her, lay down, and attacked her G spot. She upped the speed to number two and jerked her hips up off the floor because of the magnificent sensation. She continued stroking in and out of her pussy increasing the rate and pressing hard against all portions of her hot channel, with succeeding strokes. As she felt the knot in her stomach grow, she clicked the dial to number three. The pattern changed the combination of electrical impulses of number one, the pins and needles effect of number two, to 'charged bursts' of energy in different areas of her vagina that moved so fast her pussy seemed to keep chasing after it in number three. All her mind could think of was chasing that energy burst. She chased it and chased it and did not realize, until the very last second, when she burst into a glorious orgasm that she caught it, or it caught her."

Fred removed the massager from Sharon's pussy and turned it off. He handed out glasses of juice to his girls. He picked up Sharon's head and shoulders, and rested them on his lap. He put a glass of juice to her lips and helped her drink some of the liquid.

"You are the finest woman and mother alive, babe. Who else would allow their children to experience the heights of pleasure a woman can reach by her own hand, with another woman, or with a man. These children will grow up to be the most sexually aware women in this universe. They will have no hang-ups at all."

"Thank you Fred; many people will say that I perverted them, but I agree with you. The more they learn the better their tolerance of other people will be as they grow up." Then Sharon realized something wasn't the way it was supposed to be. She screamed, "FRED, WHAT ARE YOU DOING UP?"

"You never sent these girls to the Girl Scouts; not one of them learned how to tie a decent knot. I just waited for you to play your little games. Once your backs were turned, I got up, went to the kitchen, and made myself a sandwich, had some wine, and brought orange juice here for everyone to enjoy."

"Fred, now you've ruined everything. We can't spank you, we can't massage the inside of your ass, and you're back in charge."

"No darling, only if you want me to be. If you want to spank me, because I'm overbearing, I am right all the time, or I know the correct name for your new law firm, spank me. If you want to use the massager on the inside of my ass do it. Heaven knows I use my personal massager on the inside of yours, and theirs' often enough. If you believe I'm overstepping my bounds; say so. Don't ever take my word as law, if you want to do something else. If I say we are going to go stand against a tree, and you want to stand next to a garden, say so. If I want to see a movie called, "Lovers in Manhattan, and you want to see "The Third World War of Zombies," tell me, and we will see it, instead. I am an easy type of guy; aren't I girls? 

None of the girls answered.




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 26



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

THIS IS A NOVEL.

107. Strangers in Paradise

When Dycke was told about Harold and Callie's situation, he put his fleet of aircraft into action. Payne's aircraft would have solved their problems, but it had been sent east as part of the plan to allow Payne and him to stay in Arizona for a two-week vacation. He had a smaller jet fly them from Phoenix to San Diego, accompanied by four FBI agents. One of his company's Gulfstream 650's took them from San Diego to Christchurch, New Zealand 7000 miles away.

He ran into a problem getting them from New Zealand, to the American Facility at McMurdo Sound. The Air Forces' C-17's and LC-130 aircraft that flew resupply missions to McMurdo Research Station, Antarctica were logged as full for the next five weeks. He called a friend in the White House, who spoke to the President on his behalf.

Soon thereafter, the President's chief of staff, Richard Axel, called General Brent Russell. He was in charge of the 13th Expeditionary Group, which ran "Operation Deep Freeze." He told him the President would be very displeased if these people weren't on the first aircraft that departed for McMurdo. He reiterated to him that the President might even be 'angry' if these people were not on that aircraft.

General Russell forwarded that message to Colonel Robert Stanton, the commander of the 61st Air National Guard Wing, out of McCord Air Force Base, near Seattle, Washington. He was in command of 'Operation Deep Freeze' air assets.

"I mean no disrespect General, but everything going on these flights is considered 'Top Priority' by the National Science Foundation. What does he want me to take off?"

"Bob, your name is one of the top five to go from a Bird to a Star. There are only three slots open. I would suggest you figure something out. You don't want to get on my bad side, because I don't want to be on his bad side."

"Your message is received loud and clear sir. I'll figure something out, even if I have to steal an airplane."

As it turned out, he didn't have to. A C-17/3 Globemaster had flown nonstop, from its home base, Altus Air Force Base, in Oklahoma, in less than 20 hours. It carried spare parts, and a helicopter for the base at Christchurch. On the manifest the crew of the C-17 carried, it gave the final destination of the helicopter as "McMurdo Research Facility. The Telex from Altus showed the helicopters destination as Christchurch, New Zealand.

The C-17's loadmaster approached Colonel Stanton, showed him the manifest, and asked him if he had anything that needed to go to McMurdo, because his aircraft was half-empty. He needed something to balance it, so he didn't have to move the helicopter.

Stanton wanted to kiss the Senior Master Sergeant, but restrained himself. He verified the invoice, and then told him he had six passengers, and as much cargo as he could handle. 9 hours later, the Globemaster was in the air, using satellites to navigate its way towards the South Pole. Magnetic compasses do not work very well south of the 60th parallel, and the further south you go, the less accurate they get.

Flying in the Globemaster was a lot different than flying in a private jet. It's nearly 3800 miles from Christchurch to. McMurdo, and takes nearly 8 hours to get there. Instead of sitting on the plush comfortable seats of a private jet, Callie and Harold were sitting in upright canvas webbing seats meant for military personnel wearing parachutes, or combat gear.

Callie was not comfortable and neither was Harold. Callie made it worse for Harold, when she moved to sit on his lap.

"Callie, you should be wearing your seatbelt, it is awful bumpy up here."

"I can't sit on that seat any longer. It is crushing the bones of my ass. At least you have some meat on yours, and it is cushioning the blows. I will make it up to you when we get on the ground."

"Remember my love; you are the one that wanted to come here, not me. I could have taken you to a private desert island, with all the comforts of home. You could have worn all those tiny bikinis you bought in Paris. Better still, you could have worn nothing at all. Now we are going to the bottom of the world, because you wanted to see it. Just because your bottom is hurting doesn't give you the right to crush mine."

"Crush yours; if we were alone I would break your neck. You weigh over 200 pounds and I weigh 122. You pick me up like I am a feather, and throw me wherever you want. Now you say I am crushing you. Wait until we are on the ice, and you want to get warm. You keep your hands and that other thing to yourself Harold. Dream about how warm it could be if it were inside me."

"You certainly are pregnant. Your hormones are all over the place. You used to have a sense of humor. Now you sound like Patty, when she is talking to Stephano. Everything has only one meaning, and there is no possibility of it being anything else. There are no double entendres, no jokes, and no possibility of error. When we get to our destination, I think we should ask for separate rooms. Otherwise when we return home, we will have to file for a divorce on the grounds of mental cruelty."

Callie started to cry. She put her face into Harold's shoulder to hide her face as the tears streamed down.

"You are not allowed to do that to me. You make me feel guilty for telling you the truth about how you are behaving. We are never going to get divorced. I told you that many, many times. I am never letting you go, even if you get fat. If you reach 125 pounds, I will put you on a diet, and get you back down to your fighting weight."

Callie laughed, while she continued to sniffle. "What about you Harold, are you going to continue on your diet?"

"You bet I am. If I don't, Dycke is going to send me a personal trainer to get me into shape. I spoke to her, and she was very nice. She told me what to do to lose the weight. She said I could do it in a year. If I didn't she would come to Cottonwood and tear me apart, day after day, until I was a proper physical specimen."

"I like her Harold; what was her name?"

"I am going to put you back on your seat, and see how much you like sitting on your 'boney ass."

"I didn't know you were pregnant, Harold."

"You are real bitch, as opposed to a fake bitch, Callie."

"You knew that before you asked me to 'Move In With You', before you 'Proposed to Me', and before you said 'I Do.' So that should not be a surprise to you."

"You are correct, and if we were on the alone, I could do something about it. However, we are in the air, with four chaperones. I cannot take you over my knee and spank you. I cannot pull down your draws and fuck you until you scream. I cannot put a gag in your mouth, tie your hands and feet, and torture your pussy until you pass out. I can't do any of those things to get even with you, until we are alone. Then and only then can I get you to return to the woman I love, cherish, and adore."

"Oh my poor Harold, he needs to get laid."

"No Callie, you are the one that needs to get laid. Your body is screwing up your mind and the only thing that will get you back to where it belongs she is a good screwing."

"I will be back, Harold; I have to speak to a man about a bed."

Callie walked up the aisle to where Senior Master Sergeant Reese was sitting, with his crew. She asked, "Sir, may I speak to you for a moment?"

Cliff Reese smiled at her. "Ma'am, I work for a living; I am a Sergeant not a sir."

"Can I call you Cliff instead of Sergeant?"

"Yes ma'am that would be fine."

"Cliff, my name is Callie. I have a problem. I am pregnant and I need to lie down. Is there any place on this aircraft I can do that?"

"They did not tell us that at Christchurch, otherwise we would have made arrangements for you there. Give us 10 minutes and we will make you as comfortable as a bug in a rug. Let's go to work men."

"Thank you Cliff, anything you can do would be appreciated. I just have to lie down, and get some sleep."

Callie sat down by Harold and smiled. "Honey, be prepared to give Cliff and his crew a very large check when we land. They are going to do something very nice for you and me."

"Okay, you little devil, who's Cliff; and what did do this time?"

"I told the truth. I told him I was pregnant, and I had to lie down. I did not tell him why I had to lie down; I left that to his imagination."

"The male population this planet should get down on their knees and thank me for taking you off the market. One devil roaming around doing evil is more than this world can handle. With you on the loose, every other man was in danger of losing his immortal soul."

"That's not true, Harold; I was just horny all the time."

"I rest my case. God gave you the body of an angel, and the devil made you hotter than fire. What if Alan is right and our baby is a little girl that looks like you?"

Callie's bottom lip began to quiver, and before she started to cry, Harold kissed her, and did not let her go.

Sergeant Reese showed up at that moment. "I have a place where you can both lie down and be comfortable. We were able to requisition pillows and blankets also. If you would follow me please, I will take you there."

They walked down the right side of the huge C-17 Globemaster, and Cliffs' men finishing work around the helicopter.

Callie asked, "Cliff, how did you get this helicopter in here?"

"It is really easy, miss. The nose of this bird tilts 90° up. The truck carrying this chopper backs up to the aircraft, and a system of pulleys drags it into place. The hard part is to know where to put all the other cargo, and then securing it properly. We don't want to damage the helicopter, and we want to keep this big bird balanced while it's in flight. That is where my team and I come in."

Harold laughed. "I am glad you said it was easy, because these crates do not look like they are very light to me."

"That is the magic of hydraulics. You see it used in your local supermarket every day. Ours just happened to be a little larger, and capable of carrying heavier loads."

An airman approached and said, "Everything is ready for inspection, Master Sergeant."

"I will be right back folks," Sergeant Reese said. He climbed into the back of the helicopter, verified that all the sharp edges, where toolboxes, and other instrumentation would be stored, were covered and everything else he had ordered had been done to his specifications. He was pleased with the work his men had done.

He called Harold and Callie over and showed them where they would be staying for the next five hours of their trip. He showed them where food and water was, and told them what to do in case of an emergency.

Harold and Callie thanked the Sergeant and his crew for their help. Callie started to lie down, while Sergeant Reese closed the helicopter door, and led his men forward to their seating area.

Callie had a glint in her eye when she said to Harold, "You better make that a very big check."

"I told you the devil was in you. You have that effect on all men. They will do whatever you ask them to do, whenever you ask them to do it. They have no control over themselves when they look into those big blue eyes."

"Why don't I have that effect on you Harold? How can you control yourself around me?"

"I will use Alan's words. ' It's so simple the answer is easier than the question.' Baby, I wear contacts.'"

Callie laughed. "You are so full of shit your eyes are brown."

Harold laughed at her. "Actually my eyes are a very light green. I didn't like the color, so I wear tinted contacts. Would you like to see them?"

She was suspicious after being with him all this time, but he seemed to be sincere. "Yes, take out your contacts and let me see what your eyes really look like."

He sat down beside her on their makeshift bed, and told her to hold out her hands so he could give her the contacts as he took them out. He said, "Remember, these are prescription lenses, and I don't have any spares with me. If we lose them I am as blind as a bat."

Now she was more concerned than ever, and she concentrated on his every move. He dropped his head towards her hands and moved ever closer to her hands. He faked having trouble getting them out, until he was exactly where he wanted to be. Then he pounced on her. His mouth covered hers before she could scream. He grabbed her arms and pinned them over her head. He had a knee between her thighs before she could lock them closed. He slid his right hand under her slacks and panties, and headed towards the Promised Land.

Callie screamed into his mouth, words that no lady should speak. However, at this moment, she was not being a lady. She was being Callie, and Callie was on fire.

His hand played millimeters above and around her slit. She moved her hips to help him find his way in. He was not lost, he was tormenting her. He knew it, and worse than that she knew it.

He released her mouth from his kiss and her words music to his ears.

"Chase if you don't touch me I'm going to cut you to pieces."

"Darling, I am touching you."

"You know what I mean Harold, if you want to live to see the Permanent Icepack, your fingers had better grow eyes."

He readied his hand and said, "You mean like this?" His fingers mashed down hard on her protruding clit. To keep the sound of her scream from alerting the entire aircraft, his mouth descended on hers and covered it with his again.

When he released her mouth, she screamed at him, "You bastard I will get even with you for that, if it's the last thing I ever do."

He kissed her nose and smiled. "Callie, you just made my day. However, I am not finished with you yet."

"Will you let go of my hands now?"

"Are you going to scratch me?"

"On a probability scale of 1 to 10, I would say 10."

"If you had said anything less, I would not have believed you."

When her hands were free she went for his neck, and pulled him to her mouth. This time she was the aggressor, and she tried to suck the life out of him. She let him breathe, and attacked his neck with her lips. Her right hand was unbuckling his belt, as her left hand was unbuttoning his shirt.

"I didn't know you could multitask."

"Fuck you Harold."

He moved like lightning, pulling her pants and panties down her legs, but they got stuck when they encountered her shoes. He pulled her legs up to her chest, and pushed his rigid cock into her.

She was so wet and ready for him; he slid in to her without any discomfort.

However she had a problem with her pants. They were hanging down from her legs, and covering her face. She couldn't see Harold at all.

When she tried to move them away, he was no help at all. He held them firmly with his teeth, while his hands mauled her breasts.

"Harold, you are a dead man."

He stroked into and out of her very slowly, and when she was in a highly sensitized condition like this, she needed to be fucked; not made love to. What Harold was doing to her, drove her to the edge of insanity.

She screamed, "Please Harold do not do this to me."

"I can't hear anything, because I am dead, remember."

"Please, I will let you live for 100 years, if you give me what I need."

"Callie, don't promise what you can't give me. Promise you will love me, and stop acting like a child, when you are not feeling well. Talk to me, instead of blaming me for the ills of the world. I will move heaven and earth to make your dreams come true."

"I will try Harold. If I fail, tell me, and I will try harder. I love you so much it hurts sometimes."

"Why does it only hurt sometimes Callie?"

"Because the other times, Harold, when you are fucking me like this, I want to wring your neck, and kill you."

He laughed, and picked up his speed, until he heard her say 'Yes.' She was finally able to move her hips in union with his and their mouths attacked each other's, until they drew blood.

She fought through her first orgasm, not willing to stop moving. She marveled at the way he had changed from the way he was at the very beginning of their relationship. She had always been the aggressor, but now, either one of them could attack the other at any time. He was a lion in his prime, and she was a tigress in bed.

She regretted turning Harold down seven years ago, when he asked her to marry him. She didn't, because of her student loans, and her pride in wanting to pay them off by herself. She had all those men, in the interim. She thought she loved them, or at least liked them a lot, as she bedded them. She should have married Harold, and started a family with him, instead of starting one at the age of 29. She hoped she had triplets, even if they were all girls. She would go crazy if they were, because Alan would never let her hear the end of it. She knew it would be useless to hide from him in a cave in the Grand Teton Mountains. He would find her if it took him 10 years to do it.

Harold said, "Your back! Should I ask you where you went, or were you just enjoying the aftereffects of your last orgasm?"

"It was a beautiful orgasm, and I'm building up to another one. Don't stop, Harold, please don't stop."

He moved her onto his lap and slowed his stroke. His thumb entered her slit and played with her clit. Callie moaned at this new stimulation and her fluids flowed out of her pussy and down her ass rapidly.

Her eyes closed, her head moved from side to side, and soon she lost control. "Harold, I'm cuming; I'm cuming again."

She did, and she squirted her fluids all over him. It was also enough for him to blast her insides with his offering.

Callie felt his hot seed flow into her, and she screamed, "Oh God, here I go again." She did, squirting him with a copious amount of her fluids, time and time again.

As his penis shrunk back to its flaccid state, and he removed it from her, Callie said, "Harold, you have exhausted me; I am going to sleep."

"Excuse me miss; I don't get a kiss, or thank you, for a job well done? I have taken the edge off your temper, and made you feel human again. I deserve something in return."

Nearly unconscious she said, "Its times like these, Harold, I want to wring your neck."

Harold laughed, kissed her, covered her with a blanket, and opened the door of the helicopter to rid it of the smell of sex. Cargo aircraft are notoriously loud. Noone heard what had transpired on that helicopter, in the center of the cargo bay. Most of them had fallen asleep listening to the droning of the jet engines, as they closed the distance between Christchurch and Antarctica.

Nearly 5 hours later, Cliff Reese knocked on the door to the helicopter. Harold opened it from the inside, and Callie was still peacefully sleeping. The Sergeant said, "Harold, we are going to start descending into McMurdo. You are going to have to wake the misses up and return her to her seat. It is going to get very rough as we descend through the winds from 20,000 feet down."

"Thank you Cliff, I'll wake her up. I'll bring her forward as soon as she is ready. I appreciate the way you handled things for her. This pregnancy is knocking her for a loop."

"How far along is she?"

"The doctor says she is almost 8 weeks gone."

"It is a tough time for her to be flying."

"It's better than having people shoot at you. That's why we have the four FBI agents guarding us."

"What the heck did you two people see or do?"

"I'm sorry Cliff, I'm not allowed to say, but people are angry enough that they want to kill Callie and me. The Director of the FBI said if he can't protect us in Antarctica, he can't protect us anywhere."




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 26



Cliff laughed. "He's right about that. There are only two ways to get there, by air and by boat. The people that come by boat aren't allowed to come anywhere near the science stations. The boats don't anchor anywhere close enough for a snowmobile to make it without refueling several times. So if you stay with us, you are safe with a capital 'S.'"

"I am very happy to hear that Cliff. It makes breathing a lot easier."

As Cliff said, when the aircraft descended through the lower altitudes, the aircraft began to bounce around like a boat in a storm. However, when they passed through 3000 feet above sea level, the turbulence nearly disappeared. Minutes later the pilot landed the Globemaster on the McMurdo ice shelf, and reversed the engines. He did not use the braking system at all. One false move and the huge aircraft could spin like a top. It slowed to walking speed before the end of the icy landing sheet, and began moving towards the unloading area.

Cliff Reese and his men helped Callie deplane and walk a safe distance away from the aircraft. When they were finished, and she was standing on our own 2 feet, Harold asked the men to join him for a drink at one of the three clubs at McMurdo.

Cliff said they would be busy for the next five or six hours unloading the aircraft and getting cleaned up. However, if he wanted to meet them at the Observation club, at 0100 hours, it would be fine with them.

Harold and Callie waived goodbye, and followed their escorts to the vehicles waiting to take them to their dormitories. Callie was not thrilled with the word, "Dormitories." She remembered all too well what they were like in college.

Their first stop was at the Navy store to get outfitted for the Antarctic weather. It was 24° above zero outside, and everyone was wearing short sleeve shirts and shorts. She was wearing long pants a heavy blouse with long sleeves, gloves, and a coat, and she was freezing.

Callie asked the Navy Yeomen if everyone down here was crazy wearing such skimpy clothes on such a cold day.

She said, "Ma'am, to us this is a summer day. It's not cold here until it is -5 or -10 below zero. Then we put on long sleeve shirts and long pants. When he gets to 20 below zero, then we break out the heavy stuff. That is what you are going to get today, because you are not used to our weather. You would die from hypothermia if you were walking around like us."

Your orders came straight from Pacific Command Headquarters in Hawaii, to outfit all of you from head to foot, and send the bill directly to FBI headquarters in Washington.

She sent the five men with one of her aides and took Callie with her to dress her out.

The men were done rather quickly, because there was a large selection of clothing in their sizes. It took the yeoman a little longer to find clothes to fit Callie.

She walked out of the dressing area, fully clothe in her survival gear, and saw the look on Harold's face. In a preemptive strike said, "If you say one word Harold, I will forget everything I promised you, and kill you where you stand."

Harold didn't say one word, he did her one better. He stayed quiet, smiled, lifted his cell phone from his new parka, and took picture after picture, as she screamed and waddled after him.

"Chase, if you send those pictures, you are going to be eating your balls for breakfast."

"I didn't say a word Callie; that's all you asked of me. You didn't say I could not take pictures of you. Every couple on their honeymoon takes pictures. Now I'm going to hit this little button, which says Alan and Susan, and press send."

"DON'T YOU DO THAT TO ME HAROLD, PLEASE!"

"I'm sorry honey; the next time you don't want me to do something you will have to be more specific."

"I can never go home again. Alan will crucify me. I will never see my mother or sister again. I will have to hide for the rest of my life. I know he will find me. I will have to move around continually. Do you see what you just did to me Harold; you have just ruined my life forever."

"Callie, I did not know pregnancy affected higher brain functions. Did you read the pamphlet about things they have and do not have here in Antarctica? Do you remember there is no cell phone coverage here? "

"I didn't read that book Harold? That's what I have you for. Do you realize they sell guns here? I could go to that counter, buy one, and kill you, because of what you just did to me."

"Callie, they don't sell guns here, and I did not send the pictures to Alan. I believe that counts for something. You told me to remind you when you were not acting like a grown-up. Callie, you are not acting like a grown-up. You are acting like a child again; a very beautiful child, a child that I love, but a child out of control. I think I will take you to our room, and spank you."

"Okay daddy, I guess I earned that one, didn't I. I flew off the handle before I started thinking. I am sorry, I will try to do better the next time, and trust me there will be a next time."

"Baby, as sure as the sun rises in the east, I know there will be a next time."

"Thank you for your confidence in me Harold. It's always a pleasure to know that your husband is rooting for you."

They were escorted to Building 122 and room C 34 for the remainder of their honeymoon. It had twin beds, a sink, and a shower that they shared with the adjoining room.

As Harold looked around their 150 square foot honeymoon suite, he turned and looked at Callie. Before he could say anything to her, she said, "Remember Harold, I wanted to do this when I was 21, adventurous, in-debt, and single. It was the perfect answer to all my problems."

Harold stood by the open door to their room. He said, "The ratio of men to women here in McMurdo is 800 to 1. If you put a red bulb outside this door, and stayed here for four months, took two guys an hour, at $100 a head, for a six hours day, you would have made $1200 a day, plus specials during your off time, you could have made $200,000 tax-free easy. "

Callaway threw her snowshoe at him, and yelled, "You pervert. Is that all you think a woman can do down here?"

He locked the door behind him and approached her carefully. "No there are other things a woman could do down here, but I could not think of one more pleasurable to do with you."

"Harold, go find a computer and play with yourself. I want to get some rest. Aren't you supposed to meet Cliff and his men soon anyhow?"

"I am sure I could find something to do if you're telling me to get lost."

"Do you see, Harold, I cannot pull the wool over your eyes. I am going to take a nap. Get lost Harold; call me when you're cell phone works."

"Can I bring you back to snack, or would you like to wait until breakfast?"

"Breakfast! What happened to dinner? "

"It's 23:00 local time, dear. The commissary is always open, and food is always available. I can bring you a snack, or I can take you there for dinner or breakfast or breakfast and dinner at the same time."

"When you come back from playing with yourself, or with the boys, we will go out to lunch."

Harold tucked her into bed, kissed her goodbye, and went to look for the only bank in Mac Town. It turned out to be open 24 hours a day seven days a week. It was closed on all Government and religious holidays. It didn't matter what religion, the bank was closed.

Harold walked into the bank, straight up to the cashier and told him what he wanted. The teller said to him, "Mister, if you have that kind of money to throw around, you shouldn't be here."

Harold asked if the manager was there. The young man said that he was alone for the next 40 minutes, while the manager was taking care of other business.

Harold asked him if they had Internet access and if so he could use it for a moment.

The clerk pointed to a computer, and Harold sat down by it.

Moments later Harold brought two sheets of paper to the clerk and asked him to read them, and look at the picture associated with the article.

When the clerk finished reading the article he looked up and asked Harold, "How many $200,000 checks did you want, sir?"

"I want six, no make that seven, the names will be put in later."

Harold walked out of the bank, straight to the Observation Club to see if Sergeant Reese and his men were there. They nearly knocked each other over walking through the front door.

"Perfect timing Harold," Cliff said, "where is the misses?"

"As I told you Cliff, this pregnancy is knocking her for a loop. She's taking a nap, and I'm just prowling around getting the lay of the land here. Your money is no good here, buy whatever you want; it is on me."

"Harold, you should not say that around hungry workingmen."

"Cliff, what you did for my wife today, meant more than you will ever understand. Eat up, get whatever you want, I will find us a table."

Over the next 90 minutes Cliff and his crew regaled Harold with their trials, and triumphs in loading and unloading these huge flying cargo machines. They talked about 'Old Shaky,' the C-141 Starlifter. It wasn't sexy; it just came to work every day, and got the job done. The new ultra-sophisticated C5/M Galaxy, which could carry 380,000 pounds of cargo to any point in the world nonstop. The workhorse, Hercules C-130's that every Allied nation used to move troops and cargo around their country. And when they started talking about their C-17, Short field takeoff and landing aircraft, they could not stop. If it were prom night, they would take it with them. They were that proud of it. It was the same thing you heard over and over again throughout the age of flight: pilots only borrow an aircraft. The mechanics, the people who work on the guts of the aircraft, own it.

There was a loud 'boo' from men off to their left, and Cliff said, "Who let officers into an enlisted man's club?"

Captain Marshall, the pilot of the C-17 who brought everyone to Antarctica earlier that day patted Cliff on the head and said, "Would you believe our club ran out of ice?"

All the airmen at Harold's table held their nose and said, "Booooooo."

Harold said to the Captain, "I have a feeling these men may have heard that one before."

"Sir, when you come down here, as often as we do, you have heard them all several times. Cliff, here, has even written some new ones that are old already."

Harold reached into his pocket, and took out one of the checks and folded it in half. He said, "Captain, I don't know how many people there are up in the flight deck with you, but on behalf of my wife and I, I would like to thank you for taking us with you on such short notice. If you would split this up equally, we would appreciate it."

Captain Marshall looked at the check and could not believe his eyes. "Sir, this is exceedingly generous. There is absolutely no need for you to spend this amount of money on the entire crew. We get paid for coming here; it's our job."

"Captain, it's not often that I have the opportunity to show my gratitude to people who save my life. Whether you realize it or not, today you did. That is less money than I make in one week's interest in the bank. Enjoy it, let your families enjoy it, and let my wife and I revel in the thought of you having fun."

"Thank you very much Mister Chase, I will make sure that everyone here gets a fair share."

"Captain that check is for the flight crew only; I am taking care of the loadmaster's crew personally."

"Thank you again Mister Chase, it looks like my wife is getting that new SUV she wants. I'm going to make a phone call."

Harold turned and looked at the six men seated behind him. "You men did the work that made my wife comfortable and eased her mind during the trip here. Her safety and well-being is my utmost concern. None of you knows who I am or who Callie is. You know my name is Harold Chase. What you don't know or don't remember is that 13 she years ago I sold a program to Microsoft for the tidy sum of $6 billion. While we have been sitting here talking I have made more money than all of you will make this year. I want you to take these and put your names where they belong. I want you to turn them over and put for deposit only, and your checking account number below it. This is a gift from Callie and me for the way you treated us. You didn't have to go as far out of your way as you did, but I want you to know that it is appreciated. Each of you has a friend for a lifetime. If you ever need anything, contact me. I live in Cottonwood Arizona. I have many friends there. They will know this story when we get home. They will know how to find me, and they will treat you like family. You will never go hungry and you will never go without work."

Cliff said, "Harold, all we did was make up the bed for your wife."

Harold replied, "2000 years ago, someone did that for pregnant woman, and look what happened."

Cliff's eyes opened wide and he said, "Oh God!"

Harold laughed and said, "EXACTLY."

After everyone at the table stopped laughing, Harold asked how long they would be staying.

Cliff said they would be there between four and six days, depending on how long it took the C-130s to bring the new equipment to the outlying science stations, bring the broken or outdated equipment back to McMurdo, have it boxed up, and loaded onto the aircraft.

Harold asked if anyone knew their way around well enough to act as a guide.

Six hands shot into the air.

Harold said, "You are all hired. Can I rent snowmobiles or another kind of transportation to take us to points of interest?"

Cliff smiled and said, "For another one of these, I can guarantee you air transportation around the continent."

"Do we just stay in the air, or do we land and walk around?"

"For that amount of money, you are the boss. If you want to land and walk around the South Pole, you will walk around the South Pole. If you want to walk around Mount Erebus, that's what you will do. Name your poison and it will be yours."

"Cliff, you sound like a man after my own heart. Arrange everything, and I will have a bank check with me for the gentleman involved."

The crew laughed again. "Harold, this pilot is no gentleman. Its 0245 hours, meet us at the flight line at 1200 hours, wearing your survival gear. It is going to be very cold where we are going."

"Should I arrange to have food brought to the aircraft?"

"No, we will take care of everything, just bring Callie, and be prepared for an adventure."

"I think I'll wake up Callie and take her lunch. This excursion sounds like a lot of fun."

After a quick stop at the bank, Harold returned to their suite and found Callie awake and raring to go.

"Well, this is a pleasant surprise!"

"Yes, I feel much better now. I don't know what was wrong with me, but whatever it was, it's gone now. Can we get something to eat?"

"Absolutely, I understand the chef makes an unbelievable penguin au gratin."

"That sounds delicious, I could eat a seal."

They went to the commissary and ate their fill of eggs, bacon, ham, and potatoes. Callie asked the chef why penguins were not on the menu. He informed her that it was against the Antarctic International Charter to kill any native species.

"Let's go to the communications area; I want to send Dycke a note that we arrive safely, and are setting out on the adventure of a lifetime."

"We are; when we you going to tell me?"

"You are already here. Your adventure has already started. If you didn't realize that, you are in big trouble."

She wanted to hit Harold, but it made no sense. He would not feel a thing under layers of clothing, and the big jacket he was wearing.

At 1200 hrs. Callie and Howard arrived at the flight line, where their six guides were waiting for them. They walked them out to a Canadian built de Havilland Otter, a twin-engine turboprop aircraft with wingtip mounted external fuel tanks, for extended range.

They saw the woman walking around the aircraft, taking coverings off the pitot tubes, looking inside the engine cowlings, checking the skis on the landing gear, and feeling the leading edges of the propellers.

Howard asked, "Who is she?"

Cliff responded, "That's Max, she's our pilot. If you call her Maxine, you will wind up on your ass."

Callie laughed. "A woman after my own heart; watch this."

She started to walk towards the plane when Harold yelled, "Callaway remember you're pregnant."

She turned to him and said, "According to my marriage license, my name is Chase, you idiot."

She walked over to Max and said, "Maxine, my name is Callalily. If you call me anything at Callie, I will break you in half."

Max was about to throw a wrench at her, until she finished her sentence; then she broke into laughter. "I guess those bums put you up to this, didn't they?"

"Actually, it was my own idea. I didn't think I would find a woman in charge of anything down here. I'm glad to meet you Max."

"What the hell are you doing down here, Callie?"

"Actually I'm here for two reasons: This is my honeymoon, and I am escaping people who want to kill me and my husband."

"Would you mind expanding upon the second part just a little bit?"

"My husband, Harold, is a computer geek. He and another genius have come up with a way to eliminate global warming 10 years after the changes are put into effect. Certain people are not happy with them. They want both of us eliminated, with extreme prejudice."

"I can think of a few companies who would be unhappy with you offhand. A few countries might be unhappy with him also."

"That's why we are down here at the bottom of the world, with four FBI babysitters keeping an eye on us."

"Who the hell are they going to protect you from down here? Everyone's a scientist or part of the National Guard as part of "Operation Deep Freeze." The FBI guys probably have more guns on them then there are on the continent."

"That's a very comforting feeling, when do we take off?"

"The airplanes ready, I'm ready, are you ready for the trip of a lifetime?"

"If I can get laid on the South Pole, it would be something I could tell Alan about, and shove it in his face."

Max laughed. "I wouldn't recommend it. It's normally 30° below zero there. The Docs would have a field day treating your pussy for frost bite."

"How about my husband's dick?"

"He would be nice and cozy inside you. He would not have any problem at all."

"It doesn't seem quite fair, does it?"

"Why are you worried about getting laid? The guys told me you're already pregnant."

"Just because I'm pregnant doesn't mean I'm not horny all the time."

"Some of the single girls make a fortune in the five months they are here. It's amazing they can do their regular jobs, on the little sleep they get during their off hours."

"My husband said that to me when we got to our room. I thought he was joking."

"Callie, men are men wherever they are. They will pay for a piece of pussy regardless of its age or condition. The hottest selling item at the commissary is condoms. The government subsidizes them so they are cheap. It keeps the pregnancy and disease rates here near zero. Let's go flying, all this talking about sex is getting me wet."

They were signing out for their flight around the continent, when their FBI contingent showed up in their survival gear. Agent Morris said, "You didn't think you were leaving without us, did you?"

"How much trouble can we get into down here?"

"I'm not worried about you getting in trouble; I'm worried about us getting in trouble for losing sight of you."

"Yes, I can see the Director getting very upset with the four of you, if we got into a snowball fight, and one of us got hurt."

"Mister Chase, it is still not worth our jobs."

Max started the heaters on the oil as everyone climbed in to the aircraft. She said to the 'newbies', "Flying down here is always an adventure. Your seatbelts never come off. We could be in level flight one second, and 500 feet up or down the next. There are bags in the seat in front of you for your convenience. Use them and don't mess up my airplane. You will clean it up when we get back, not me."




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 26



As she checked everyone's seatbelt, Harold handed her the check. Max's eyes opened wide and asked, "What the hell is this for?"

"I was told by these six perverts that you would give us the tour of a lifetime for one of these. I am going to hold you to their promise."

"Hell, thank you Mister Chase, now I don't have to screw anybody on this continent unless I want to."

Everyone in the aircraft broke out into laughter.

Cliff yelled, "No man can come near you, without fearing for his life."

Max smiled. "You did once."

"Yes I did, and I was black and blue for a week."

"How the hell could you tell?"

"The blue parts shown through my black skin. Can we get out of here before the sun goes down?"

"Cliff, do I have to remind you that the sun does not go down until April."

"Max, the way you're talking, we won't take off until June."

"I was just waiting for the oil to heat up, you asshole. The engines don't fly well if the oil is thick like molasses."

The Twin Otter took-off into the 30 mile an hour wind in less than 1500 feet, and headed towards Scott's Hut. It is the only permanent relic of the bygone exploration era of man's attempt to reach the South Pole. The Hut is made of wood, and it never deteriorates, because of the lack of humidity, and subfreezing temperatures. Callie wanted pictures of the hut, but was smart enough to tell Harold to take them.

"Why me; I don't want to take my gloves of either."

Max said, "Why don't you just buy postcards at the commissary. They are much better than what you will take on your cell phones, and your fingers will not get frost bitten?"

Harold said to Max, "Now you know why I gave you that check. You are our pilot, our guide, and our medical advisor. You are a triple threat."

"Shouldn't I get three checks then?"

"Would you like me to put a stop on that one?"

"No, I'll keep this one; it will keep me off my back, when times get lean."

Cliff said, "Maxine, you are so full of shit."

"Clifford, you call me that name one more time, I will nail your balls to walls of this shack, and let them freeze-dry."

"It would take a month to freeze-dry my balls because of their size."

Pete, a member of Cliff's flight crew, said, "Max, he's not lying. I saw them while we were in the shower. Compared to some of the bulls on my father's ranch, he's bigger."

Maxine laughed. "Are you sure you weren't looking at a cow?"

Callie said, "Ummm, guys, she's the pilot, she could leave us in some godforsaken place, where we would freeze to death."

Max grabbed Callie by the arm and started walking her back to the aircraft. "Don't worry about a thing Callie; I would never leave you behind. I would leave the men, but I would never leave a woman behind with them. They would fuck her to death, before a rescue party arrived."

"What would they use as an excuse?"

"They were just trying to keep her warm, and got a little overzealous."

"Yes, I could see where that would work."

Max turned, and looked at the men, who were still standing by the shack, "Are you staying here, or are you coming with us?"

As fast as they could run in their survival gear, the men moved towards the aircraft, got back into their seats, and strapped themselves in.

Callie asked Max if she could sit up front with her. She said, "As long as you don't touch anything, why not."

"Goodbye Harold, it's been fun."

As she turned to walk up towards the flight deck Harold swung his hand as hard as he could and connected with her ass.

Callie laughed, turned, and said, "That didn't hurt at all, Harold."

"Thank you for telling me that, baby. It means I owe you one when we get back to our room."

Callie shook her head, "Me and my big mouth; when will I ever learn to keep it closed."

She entered the flight deck and found Max sitting in the right seat. She asked, "Aren't you supposed to be on the other side?"

"Callie, since we departed the sun has moved, and it is easier for me to see my ground clues from this side of the aircraft. I can use the navigational aids from Mac town, but the magnetic interference can throw them off by 10°. If I can see a mountain pass or a ground reference I know, I can navigate to a point more easily. It's called, "Dead Reckoning," but there's nothing 'Dead' about it. It's just remembering all your visual cues and flying point to point over them. Things on the ground don't move. I'll show you as we go along. Our next stop is Mount Erebus; you can see it from here. It's the black mountain with the white top. It's only 35 miles away by air. It would take you a week to 10 days to walk there from here, depending on the weather."

"Why would it take so long?"

"We can fly over the mountain. They would have to climb over the 3000-foot pass, and down the other side. It tends to slow you down."

"I guess that was a stupid question."

"The only stupid question is the question unasked."

Max took off but did not head directly towards Mount Erebus. She could feel the question growing in Callie's mind, and waited for her to ask it rather than answering it for her.

"Callie, what are you waiting for, ask me your question."

"Max, you didn't tell me you read minds also. Why are you heading away from the mountain?"

"The sun is on the left side of the aircraft, and I don't want to land into the sun. So I'm flying on an angle to take me away from the mountain, and I will turn my tail to the sun and land with it at my back. I can use the mountain for depth perception and land on the smoothest ice available."

"How long have you been flying down here?"

"I have flown down here every summer for the past nine years."

"That's not possible, you can't be 30 yet."

"You're right, I'm only 27. I've been flying aircraft since I've been 13. I've been jet rated since I've been 16 years old. I graduated Caltech at 19. I wanted to join the Air Force as a pilot. They wanted me to go through their qualification shit all over again. I told them to go fuck themselves."

"What do you do the other part of you your year?"

"I go back to the states and bum around."

"If you had your choice of private jet aircraft, what would you like to fly?"

"It all depends; are we talking national or international?"

"National, I guess."

"There's a midsize jet called, "Hawker 4000" that is really a joy to fly. It would be better with more powerful engines, like the new Rolls-Royce or GE turbofans than the Pratt & Whitney that they currently have on them, but it is still fun. It can go from the East Coast to London or Paris, but doesn't have the legs to go from the West Coast to Japan. I'm going to land now. We will talk about this more later."

Callie could see what Max had been talking about. The sun was shining on the mountain, rather than in their eyes. She could see fractures in the ice from 500 feet, she could not see from 1000 feet above the surface. As Max got closer to the ground, she altered her course and slowed the aircraft down until the skis touched the surface. It was almost as smooth as landing on a paved runway. She turned the aircraft towards the base of the mountain, and into a sheltered cove, out of the wind.

As everyone deplaned, Callie kissed Harold and said, "When we get home, you are buying an airplane."

He looked at her and said, "I am?"

Callie gave him a mean look, and stepped on his foot hard.

He shouted, "I am. What type of airplane am I buying?"

"Tell him what type of airplane he's buying, Max."

"Callie we were just talking."

"As my newest employee, Maxine, do what I'm telling you to do, and do it now."

"Since when am I working for you?"

"Since you took your interview on the flight deck, and passed."

"How many employees do you have?"

"Just one, unless you have a copilot in mind. Now stop arguing with me, and tell him what type aircraft he's buying."

"Harold, I had nothing to do with this."

"Max tell me what she wants, or she will beat the shit out of both of us."

"Okay, you are buying a Hawker- Beechcraft 4000."

Callie said, "Tell him about the engines."

"Is she like this all the time?"

"No, she got worse since she became pregnant. What about the engines?"

"Do you just want to talk about the engines, or should we do the whole 9 yards, before she grows horns?"

"How much money am I talking about with the upgrades?"

"A SWAG guess would be less than $30 million."

"Okay, I'll bite, what does that mean?"

"It's a 'Sweetheart of a Wild Ass Guess."

"Great, the next time I put something out for bid, I'll make sure to put that in writing. When we get back to base, call the company; tell them everything you want on the aircraft, except the colors on the inside and out. We will leave that to the wicked witch herself."

Callie looked at him with the meanest eyes he had ever seen on her face. "Harold my love, do you want to make it to our first months' anniversary? I have your heir in my belly. I could bury you under the ice if you are not nice to me."

"I am being nice to you. I am buying you your aircraft. I fuck you senseless in bed. And I love you more than I love anything in this world. What else can I do to show you what you mean to me?"

Callie's face changed, and she started crying.

Harold took her into his arms, looked at Max, and said, "Do you see what I mean? One minute she is a witch, and the next minute she is a lamb. This pregnancy is going to drive me insane."

"I've never seen anything like it, Harold. What was she like before you married her?"

"She was absolutely the most wonderful person in the world to everyone, except Alan. When those two got together you knew there was going to be an explosion, and Alan was going to wind up in the hospital."

"He must've been a wimp."

"Alan anything but a wimp. He was an undercover FBI agent, and was personally responsible for taking down major mob operations in Chicago, Miami, and New York."

"Holy shit, she must be a terror when she gets her horns twisted."

"You have no idea what she turns into. When you get to Cottonwood, you will hear all the stories about those two. When do you leave here?"

"April 15th is my arrival date in Seattle."

"Why are you going to Seattle? Do you live there?"

"No, I'm from San Antonio, Texas. The Air National Guard takes us from Christchurch to Seattle, and from there we are on our own."

"Do you want to go to San Antonio?"

"No, my folks are gone, and my siblings are all over the place. I guess we are clan of wanderers."

"You get yourself to Christchurch. I'll get you to Cottonwood, and your new employer. Lady, are you in deep shit."

"Is there an airport in Cottonwood?"

"No, but there is one in Sedona, and in Prescott; both of them are less than 40 minutes away."

"I can run to my airplane and escape?"

Callie pulled her head away from Harold's shoulder, and grinned. "You cannot run away if I have the keys to the ignition."

Max was about to say something, when Harold intervened. "Don't say anything, give her keys to the jet, and make her happy. She does not have to know the details of flying an airplane. She has enough trouble driving a stick shift."

"I do not. If you want me to prove it to you, stand in front of my new Chevy."

******

108. Trouble on Two Continents

They took the identification from the bodies of the two NASA scientists, wrapped them in plastic sheeting, and put them in body bags. One at a time, the bodies were moved to the back of an SUV and covered with blankets. They drove to the shore, and put the bodies into a speedboat. They piloted the boat several miles offshore, just beyond the reef, and inserted weights into the body bags. Unceremoniously, they dumped they dumped them over the side, and watch them sink to the bottom. They piloted the boat quickly back to the marina. Phase 1 of this operation was completed.

Colonel Lucius C. Canyon and Sergeant Paul Zachary had been together for 18 years. Wherever the Colonel went, he took the Sergeant with him. Today they were in Christchurch, New Zealand, taking the place of the two scientists scheduled to go to the South Pole. Their mission was the elimination of two people, whose names they were not given, only their pictures. They got the pictures just before they left the terminal to get on the aircraft heading to the one area of the world, where everything was due north. The intermediaries told him they were not given this information earlier for security reasons. If he felt that it was outside his safety parameters, they would hire someone else to do the job.

Due to the complexity of this mission, the Colonel was paid $20 million in advance. It would do him no good if Paul and he were caught on their way out of the southern-most continent on the planet.

The Colonel was a graduate of West Point. He received his Masters' Degree in Engineering, from the University of Virginia, and his PhD. in Mathematics from the University of Pennsylvania, both at the expense of the United States Government.

Sergeant Zachary had a High School Diploma and a PhD in long-range weapons. He could hit a target 1300 meters away, 9 out of 10 times. He never missed anything closer.

Their departure from Christchurch, and arrival at McMurdo went easily enough. Their credentials were checked, rooms assigned, and departure date for the South Pole assigned.

Once they were settled in, they split up to look for their targets. They thought it would be easy enough, because everyone stationed here was walking around like it was summer. Any newcomers, especially a man and woman walking together, would be wearing heavy clothing, as they were.

They met at the commissary three hours later to have dinner. The Colonel put a picture of Harold on the table in front of him, and perused the room.

A few people sat down across from him, including the teller from the bank. He noticed the picture and asked, "Colonel is you looking for Mister Chase?"

Nonplussed, the Colonel replied, "Yes I am, I want to speak to him before I head out."

"I don't know what their itinerary is, but they left on a Twin Otter for a trip around the continent. It could be 3 to 5 days before they return."

"That's a real shame; I'll be at the Pole by then. I'll leave him a message, and tell him I'm sorry we missed each other. Do you know when the next satellite pass is by, so we can send a message out?"

"You're in luck Colonel, by the time you walk over to the communications area, the satellite will be in range. There may be a line ahead of you, but it is in range for 2 ½ hours, and you should be able to get your message out in time."

"Thank you my friend, I owe you one."

They walked out the front door like nothing was wrong. Once they were alone the Colonel said, "We've been greased and fucked. They pulled us out of position, and I will bet you $20 million that they hired the rest of the team to take out 'The Privates' daughter."

"Colonel, I have never bet against you in my entire career; why would I start now. Let's set up the satellite transceiver, and get a message out to our team, and tell them to stand down."

"As usual Paul, you have read my mind."

They took the suitcase sized object and walked to a deserted area outside the compound. They set up the homing antenna, and in 30 seconds it was locked on to the northbound satellite. The Colonel put on the headset and said, "Hotel 2, this is Hotel, acknowledge." There was no response.

"Hotel 2, this is Hotel, acknowledge." Again, there was no response.

"Paul, what time is it there."

The Sergeant looked at his chronometer and said, "It's 11 AM, sir."

"They are probably sleeping, preparing for a night attack. They will be ambushed by the last nine-member team from our last mission. We have to contact them, or everyone will all be dead by tomorrow morning."

"What options do we have Colonel?"

"We have two options, Paul. I like the first one, I hate the second one."

"Colonel, let's go with the first one, and pray that it works."

******

Jemma picked up the phone and said, "Zabo residence, how may I help you."

"Hello Jemma, may I speak to William Junior please; I understand he has taken over the household."

Jemma laughed. "Yes he has, but he is not mastered the English language yet."

"In that case may I speak to his father please, tell him Lucius is calling."

Jemma called out, "William, a very funny man wanted to speak to your son. He settled for you instead. His name is Lucius, will you pick up the phone please."

He picked up the phone and said, "Lucius my old friend; how are you? What do I owe the honor of this phone call?"

"Is it safe to talk?"

"Yes, it is."

"Patricia is in play, again. The group from St. Louis pulled me out of position, and sent me to Antarctica to take out Harold Chase. I didn't know it was him. They did not give me a name, just a picture, when I was ready to board the aircraft. I found out his name, by accident, when I got here. It is my opinion they hired the rest of my team to take out Patricia. I believe they will take out my team after they complete their mission. They will probably use the nine member assault team from our last mission."

"What can I do Lucius; how can I stop this?"

"Write this down: Buy the highest quality Omni directional antenna you can find. Get to the highest building with a clear view of the southern sky. I only have 2 ½ hours of transmitting time every 12 hours. During my blackout time, you have to transmit this exactly, 'Hotel 2 this is Hotel acknowledge.' When they acknowledge say this 'Verification 6 Lima Echo Uniform Charlie Foxtrot 417.'

They will acknowledge and say go ahead with your message.

Do not use your name; they know you as 'The Private.' Tell them to protect, not to eliminate the asset. The Eagle is out of position. A trap has been set by the nine-member assault team from our last mission. William, do this immediately. This is option one. If you do not contact my people by 7 PM tonight, call out the National Guard to protect your daughter. If she tries to escape, they will take her down on her way out."

Calmly, William said, "Thank you my friend, I will talk to you again very soon."

He walked into his bedroom, put on his bulletproof vest, white linen shirt, red tie, and black pinstripe suit. He walked up to Jemma, kissed her on the cheek, and said, "Agent Abrams and I are going out. We will see you later. Do you need anything from the store?"

Jemma laughed. "Do you know where the store is?"

"No, but I'm sure Jack does."

Jemma smacked him on the shoulder. "William, you are terrible."

"Yes, but I am adorable."

Abrams was not amused. "That must have been some phone call, William. I haven't seen you move that fast in a long time."

As they walked to his car William said, she "Jack, you make $106,400 a year. You have $147,000 in your IRA account, and you have six years until you reach 20 years with the Bureau. How would you like to make 'a legal' $5 million, for keeping your mouth shut, until tomorrow afternoon?"

"How legal, William?"

"All I need you to do is not listen to two conversations and that is all. My daughter is in trouble, and all the FBI agents in the world could not stop what is going to happen in the next 18 hours. Please do this for me, let my people protect my daughter."

"William, if I called the director he could have two dozen people in Glens Falls in the matter of a few hours."

"Yes he could, and they would all be dead by morning. They will be outmanned, and outgunned. The people who are going after my daughter are not amateurs. They are former military, the best this country ever trained. The FBI is good at what they do. They are not equipped to take on these people. My people are people who can. Jack, you do not want to lose friends and fellow agents. Do as I ask. Just tell them you went to the head, and didn't hear a thing."




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 26



"You swear it's legal, William."

"I swear on the lives of my family it's legal."

"That's good enough for me, William. What do we have to do?"

William gave him the shopping list of electronic equipment he needed, and then told him he needed to find a tall building with a clear view of the southern sky.

Abrams laughed at him. "William, how long have you been in New York?"

"I've been here about four months now, why do you ask?"

"Look to the south of the park and tell me if you see a big building with a large antenna at the top of it."

"Yes, it's the Empire State building, everyone knows that."

"Do you think that antenna will do?"

"Will they let us use it?"

Abrams took out his FBI credentials and said, "I think they may be able to help us. If not, we can always go out on the observation deck and do it from there. It will be a little chillier, but it will still work."

"Jack, make that $6 million, because you are a genius."

Abrams knew exactly where to go to get what William needed. It was a little, hole in the wall, pawnshop at 96th St. and Madison Avenue. He had been there many times, but always with a warrant in his hand. When he walked through the front door and the clerk saw him Abrams shouted, "If you touch that fucking button I will shoot you where you stand."

The clerk did not move a muscle.

"Tell that black bastard to get his ass out here now."

Mike Toomey walked out of the back room, saw Abrams standing at the counter, and sucker punched the clerk. "Why didn't you push the button?"

"I told him I'd kill him if he did," Abrams said.

"Let me see your warrant scumbag."

"I'm here for business, not for pleasure, Mike. I need some things and if you say you don't have them, I will make a call and have a warrant here within an hour."

"What do you need?"

Abrams gave him the short list of what was needed, and said it had to be new, in sealed boxes, with extra batteries. He also needed a receipt.

"Come on Jack, a receipt? I have to charge you retail."

"I'm not paying Mike, he is. Make it legible, and don't forget to put the tax on it."

All the items were brought out, put on the counter and the bill made out. William said, "Jack, while I am taking care of this why don't you and this fellow take the stuff out to the car and I'll be there shortly."

"Mister Toomey, how many video recorders do you have of this transaction? Do not lie to me or this shop will burn down tomorrow morning."

"Mister, who the fuck do you think you are?"

"You don't believe my name is Benjamin Franklin?"

"You just paid me in 35 of those 'Benjamin's', so I don't care what your name is."

"My name is William Zabo, and unless you bring me all of the recordings of this conversation within the next four minutes, this shop, you and your entire family will cease to exist before the end of this week. I assume you have enough connections to find out who I am and what I can do. Don't fuck with me young man, you have three minutes left."

In his business, Mike Toomey had learned to read faces. As he looked into William's eyes he knew that his threat was real. He charged into the back room and removed all five tapes from his recording devices. He put them into a plastic bag and brought them out front.

"Sir, here they are, all of them. I swear on my life this is every one of the recordings I have."

"What about the one underneath the counter that I can see?"

"It's just a dummy for anyone who tries to rob us. They think that is the only one in the store. It's not hooked up to anything."

"Give it to me. I will check it with the rest of them. If you are lying to me, you are dead."

Mike took it out of the machine, put a red X on top of it, and placed it in the bag. William handed him an extra $500 and said, "Destroy your receipt of this transaction. It never happened. If Agent Abrams ever gets in trouble because of this, you will be hearing from me."

Mike grinned. "I understand. Thank you Mister Franklin; it's been a pleasure doing business with you."

One hour and 45 minutes later, they walked in the 'employee's only' entrance of the Empire State building.

Abrams showed his credentials, and asked the guards where the control center was for the antenna array. He was informed that it was in sub-basement four, and he would need an escort to get there.

The guard made a call, but it still took the escort 10 minutes to get to them.

When she did she asked what their business was,

William told her they would have to speak to her in private. They went into a small office, where William told her that his daughter, Patricia Zabo Valentino, had been declared a National Treasure by the President. Three attacks on her person had already been attempted. A fourth attempt was going to be made before tomorrow morning. He had to get in touch with a team of men and women, who could protect her, but they were out of position at this time. He told her what he could without giving the entire plan away, and Abrams backed up everything he said.

Her identification tag said her name was Margaret Wilder, and she worked for the NSA. They were monitoring cell phone towers in the tri-state area in an attempt to keep another 9/11 from happening. She was not a fan of Patricia's, because of what she did to the NSA in the Washington Post expose'. However, she would help them keep his daughter from being killed.

They took the elevator down into the bowels of the building. It was like a rabbit warren. Electronics were everywhere and people were stuffed into cubbyholes monitoring everything, and anything that was being transmitted.

Looking at the size of the computers they had, Abrams asked Wilder, "How the heck did they get this stuff down here?"

"It was installed before I got here, but I was told they came down in small sections and put it back together again."

"I bet the IBM technicians had a field day doing that."

"I was told it took them 18 months to get it together and get it working properly. The cost overruns were amazing, and the project manager told the company never to ask him to do it again. He would quit if they did."

"This is your cubbyhole. We don't have an office available, but everyone around you wears headsets, so the possibility of you being overheard is minimal. I will have one of our techs help set you up, but you will use your own frequency and datalink. Good luck."

The tech was there in minutes, and helped them unload the boxes. He asked, "Where did you get this stuff? It's better than what we have here?"

William whispered, "If you set this up so no one in this room can tie into us, it's yours when we leave."

"No shit!"

"Scouts honor."

"Margaret is going to be pissed, because this cubby is wired to her desk. I think I'll send her some elevator music." He crawled under the desk; disconnected, joined, twisted, circumvented, reconnected, and plugged them into inappropriate jacks. He took Williams instruments and routed them via different terminals to the antenna array on top of the building. Before he left the cubby, he took a piece of chewing gum, mashed it between his teeth, until it was soft, and placed it over and innocuous looking hole on the lip of the desk. He smiled and pointed, "Listening device."

William reached into his pocket to give the tech some money but the man said, "No. These instruments are more than enough."

William said, "Jack, I'm going to put my jacket over the ledge here. Don't come back until you see it's missing."

"Legal William, please keep it legal."

"I swear to you Jack everything I'm going to do is legal. I am going to save my daughter's life, and I am doing it legally."

William put his head set on, and transmitted, "Hotel 2 this is Hotel acknowledge." There was no reply.

"Hotel 2 this is Hotel acknowledge." He tried doing this for 15 minutes and became frustrated. He threw down his headset picked up his jacket and was immediately met by Jack.

"How did it go William?"

"Their radios are still off; either that or it's too late. Do I call Patricia, and if she doesn't answer, assume she is dead? If she answers, do I tell her what's going on, and scare her to death? Or do I just say hello, have a general conversation, and let her die in ignorance?"

"Tell me what's going on William."

"I don't want to get you involved Jack."

"You said it was legal. If it's legal, let me get involved."

"If I don't get my people in the right position, by the right time, they will be dead as well as my family. The people, who were responsible for the carnage in Italy, are after my baby. They will come after Jemma, Junior, and me next. I have not always lived a perfect life, but these people are animals. They have to be stopped, before it is too late for us. I don't know if they have killed my two daughters and their families, in Italy. I have not been able to reach them in the past few days."

"William, there must be something I can do to help. Whatever it is, don't let me stand here feeling useless."

"Will you help me with the radio, Jack?"

"Just tell me what to say, and I'll say it as long as I have breath in my body."

William wrote down what he needed to say, and if he received an acknowledgment, give the verification code, and he would take it from there.

At 7:15 PM, as darkness fell in New York, Jack had been transmitting every five minutes when it finally happened.

"Hotel 2 this is Hotel acknowledge."

"Hotel this is Hotel 2, verify."

"Hotel 2 this is Hotel: verification code 6 Lima echo uniform Charlie foxtrot four one seven, over."

"Hotel this is Hotel 2 verified, go ahead with message."

"Hotel 2, this is 'The Private.' The Eagle is out of position. He will be in contact with you between 2330, and 0200 hours. He informs you to protect, not eliminate the asset. She can verify your assignment with her father. A trap has been set for you, by the nine-member assault team from your last mission. There may also be a backup team for them. Set your antennas to the south to receive the Eagles orders. Message ends."

"Hotel, this is Hotel 2 message received, will comply, over."

The radioman said, "This was supposed to be an easy gig. I didn't understand why they wanted all of us to take out one woman. Now I understand. We stepped in a pile of shit, people."

"Sabre, what are you bitching about now?"

"We just got a message from the Colonel. He's not here with us because the people that hired us sent him someplace else. They sent us here to kill the asset, and to kill us as we egress."

Yvette said, "If the Colonel is out of position, how does he know this?"

"Have you ever known the Colonel to be wrong? He is going to contact us later tonight and give us our marching orders. We are to protect the asset and not kill her. Yvette, Flo get back into your civvies, you're going to have a flat tire in front of the Valentino's house. Once you're in there, you can explain the situation to them. Tell them a friend has sent you to protect her. She can call her father to verify."

Flo said, "I hate babysitting."

"If the guys that set this up were smart enough to get the Colonel out of position, the people we are up against aren't going to be easy. Some of them may slip by us, and you can play with your knives."

"Oh goody; does anyone want filet of tongue for dinner?"

Dan said, "As long as I get a piece of your ass before I have to eat it, I'll have some."

"All you homo's are alike. You never want pussy, you always want ass."

The other eight members of the team roared with laughter as they prepared to leave their hotel in Saratoga Springs. They had been here for a week, and scouted the area around Patricia's home extensively. As they were driving, everyone was thinking the same thing: why hadn't they picked up any sign of another group of people tracking them.

Arnie, the teams' leader, said, "Stop for gasoline, we have to talk."

They stopped at the next service plaza and discussed the situation. Arnie asked everyone if they were so focused on the asset that they did not look to see if there were any signs of anyone else in the area.

Each one, individually, acknowledged they were a little lax in their field craft, because this looked like such an easy job. Arnie acknowledged the same failure in his own work.

He said, "People, I have just changed our plans. We are going to drive slowly, with our lights off, straight up the driveway and into the barn. Sabre and Branch, you stay in the barn watch for intruders from the loft. Call it in, and when they are in range, shoot them down. Slate and Lee you are in the new house, with the same orders. Dan and I will be on top of the motorhome. Terry you will cover the right flank of the house, Wilt you have the left side. Flo and Yvette are inside covering the street. When they come at us, they have the same problems we would have had; all that open ground between the fences and the home. They probably knew where we were staying, and when they see we are gone, they will know tonight is when we will execute our plan. They will never expect us to be in defensive positions. Let's give them a surprise that will make the Colonel proud."

As they turned onto the driveway, Sabre and Branch jumped out of the lead SUV and ran towards the barn to open the doors. Moments later the three vehicles were inside, and everyone moved with military precision to their assigned area.

Flo and Yvette walked up to the front door and knocked. Most of the interior lights were off, but they knew Stephano and Patricia were at home. When they heard footsteps coming towards the door, Flo said, "I hope someone is at home, my feet are killing me, and I don't know how far down the road the next house is?"

Stephano turned on the exterior light, and opened the security window. He saw the two young women standing there. "Hi, can I help you?"

"Hello, my name is Florence Henderson. My rental car blew a tire, and I have to call the rental company for them to come and help me. May I use your phone please?" She had the rental agreement in her hand and showed it to Stephano to prove she was not lying to him.

It was a chilly night, and Stephano noticed that neither woman had a jacket on. He said, "Sure, why don't you come in and get warm. You can wait here until the tow truck comes."

"Thank you, that's very kind of you."

Stephano led them into the kitchen and showed them where the telephone was.

Patricia walked in to the room, with a towel wrapped around her head, fresh out of the shower. "What's going on, Steph?"

He was about to tell her about the flat tire, when Flo put a gun on the table.

Patty said, "Oh God, not again."

Flo said, "Patricia call your father. He will tell you why we are here."

William saw his daughter's name on the caller ID, and he answered by saying, "Patty, please tell me my friends are there."

"Why didn't you call me and tell me they were coming?"

"I didn't want you to panic and try to leave the house. If you did, the people who were coming for you would have killed you before you entered your car. Who is with you now?"

"We have not gotten to the introduction phase dad."

"Let me speak to one of them."

"This is Flo."

"This is William Zabo. A friend of mine told me to introduce him as 'The Private.' How many people do you have tonight?"

"Ten sir."

"The Private said when the Eagle calls tell him he doesn't trust these people. If they were smart enough to pull him out of position, he would wager there are going to be more than nine. Tell my daughter to send the helicopter for me."

"Yes sir, I will inform Arnie and 'The Eagle' when we speak with him."

"Thank you Flo, protect my baby at all costs. You and your team will be handsomely rewarded."

"Patricia, your dad wants the helicopter."

"Okay, I will call Paul and Rita, and get them in the air."

"Yvette, we are going to double dip on this job. We've already been paid by one side, and now her dad is going to pay us also. Isn't life grand?"

Yvette agreed. "Yes, all we have to do is live through tonight to enjoy it."

At 10:35 PM local time, Colonel Canyon contacted his troops and asked about their disposition. Arnie explained there deployment, and what William Zabo said about a possible second assault team.

After thinking about it for moment, the Colonel replied, "Arnie let the first group get close, very close. Reel them in to knife fighting distance, and take them down silently. After it is done, fire a few dozen shots, and light a fire close to the front of the house. Make the second assault group believe the attack is over, and they had begun to burn the evidence. They should walk towards the house expecting no resistance. Take them out when they are within 50 meters of the house. When your job is completed, do not leave the asset, until the authorities arrive. Your credentials will arrive before they do. I will not be back to home base for 4 to 5 days. Prepare for another mission upon my arrival. Everyone, I repeat everyone, will be invited to that party."

Arnie advised every one of the Colonels orders. Dan and he got off the top of the bus, and were getting ready to take up positions under the front and rear of it, when the front door of the bus opened. Brad stuck his head out to see if the horses had gotten loose, and instead had a knife at his throat.

"Who the fuck are you?"

"I'mmm BBBrrraaaddd, the architect; please don't kill me. I have to finish her house first or Patricia will crucify me."

"Is there anyone else inside?"

"Yes, my fiancée, Bonnie is inside."

"Go back inside the bus and get dressed. I'll tell you what to do in a few moments."

Brad turned, climbed the three stairs into the bus, and mumbled, "I hate you Patty; I hate you more than I hate that fucking horse."

Bonnie heard him, and laughed, until he told her what was going on outside. Her mood became somber until Brad told her not to worry. He would be behind her all the way; very far behind her. She tried not to laugh, but she could not hold it in. She threw a pillow at him, and started to dress.

Brad called Patty, and asked in his most polite tone, "What have you gotten me into this time, Princess? I have just had a knife put to my throat and been ordered to dress. My white shorts are now brown, and I have been beaten up by my fiancée. You know I hate you, but this is beyond the pale. Are we going to die tonight? If we are, I would like to make out my Will. The first item on it will be to have my mother kill that damn horse. What the hell is going on?"

"Welcome to my life, Brad. This will be murder attempt number four on my life, and you are invited. Don't you feel honored?"

"No, I do not feel honored. What do you want Bonnie and me to do?"

"The professionals will tell you what to do. Follow their instructions, Brad. I don't care if you get killed, but I would like Bonnie to survive the night."

"Who would finish your house if I die?"

"Your mother, of course, she is a wonderful architect."

"I hate all women."

Bonnie was standing behind him, and said, "Oh really," as she hit him with a right hand to his ribs.

"I didn't mean you sweetheart."

"I guess I'm not a woman, is that what you mean?"

"You are the perfect woman for me."

"That was a very good answer, Bradley. It almost got you out of trouble."

Dan opened the front door of the bus. "Go through the barn and into Patricia's house through the back sliding glass door. Walk slowly; holding hands like nothing is wrong. The door will be unlocked. There will be a woman on the other side of the door with a gun. Do not panic when you see her or it. She is there to make sure no one else comes in with you."

"Do you see sweetheart, this is why I love working for Patricia. There is never a dull moment. Either that horse is shitting on my car, or chasing me around the property. Now we have gunmen telling us what to do, so murderers don't kill us. She is a wonderful employer; she even gives us death benefits."




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 26



Dan asked Brad if he was finished complaining, and ready to move. Brad started to say something, but Bonnie pulled his hand, and said, "Come on Fearless, we are going to take a short walk."

"Don't you dare call me 'Fearless.' 'Timeless' will think I am here to mate with her."

Bonnie held her laughter in until they entered the main house. When she could not control it anymore, it burst out.

Stephano asked, "What could be so funny, on a night as serious as this?"

"As we left the bus, I called Brad 'Fearless.' He told me never to call him that because 'Timeless' would think he was there to mate with her."

Brad was beet red, while Stephano and Patty were doubled over laughing. Flo and Yvette didn't understand what was going on until Bonnie told them that 'Timeless' was an 18-year-old mare. The laughter started all over again.

*******

Psychologists have proved that the internal body clock makes the human mind the most tired, between 3 and 4 AM. Most military stealth attacks begin at those hours.

Sabre, looked through his infrared telescope, saw the first movement. Three men had crossed over the western fence line, and were moving in. Slate and Lee reported a single man moving in from the northern tree line. Terry and Wilt had two men coming from the south. All of them were advancing slowly.

It was stupid, and Arnie didn't like it.

"Flo, Yvette, watch out for an assault from the street. Dan and I are coming around the sides of the house to give you support."

Flo said to Stephano, "If things get hairy in here, take the women to the barn, and hide them. We have two men in there, who will try to protect them."

Brad said, "What about me?"

Flo looked at Brad, and back to Stephano. "As I said, take the women to the barn and hide them."

Stephano smiled at Brad. "Don't worry dear, I'll protect you."

"I'm beginning not to like you either Stephano."

Patty ran to her bedroom, and came back with her gun. "I almost forgot I had this."

"Why don't you let me take care of that," Stephano said.

"Do you know how to shoot?"

"I can probably shoot better than you can."

"Do you want to bet?"

Brad said, "Go ahead make my day. Take her bet and beat her at her own game."

"Brad, you must think I am an idiot. There is no way I would take that bet. If she says she can outshoot me, she will. I will not mow this lawn with a hand mower, for the remainder of the winter. I'll leave that up to you."

Yvette spoke into her transceiver, and said, "I have movement upfront; four possibly five targets spread out about 10 feet apart. There is no way for you to get behind them, and no way can I see them all going down silently."

Arnie said, "Get the civilians outside. Tell them to move to the barn, when they hear the front door breached. Let the bad guys in, and muffle your gunshots with whatever you have available. Dan and I will take down whoever remains outside."

"Roger that."

She turned to the civilians, and said, "You heard the man, move it."

Stephano, Patty, Bonnie, and Brad stayed in a dark alcove in the back of the house, barely breathing, waiting for the front door to be smashed open.

Patty whispered, "Why is it, at times like this, I always feel like I have to pee."

Brad responded, "Did you have to say that?"

It seemed like they were kneeling for hours waiting for something to happen. Suddenly, they heard the front door get smashed open. Stephano grabbed Patty and started the 30-yard dash to the barn. Bonnie grabbed Brad and kept up with them step for step.

Three men entered the house, wearing body armor and night vision goggles, looking for targets. They saw none, because they were blinded, when lights came on all around them. Seven muffled shots to their heads took them down. As quickly as the lights went on, they were turned off. The couch's seat cushions would have to be replaced. Flo maintained radio silence, until she heard from Arnie and Dan.

Dan was able to take his man down silently, with a knife thrown through his throat. Arnie's man was too far out of position for a silent kill. He had to use his pistol to take him down.

The five men were stripped of their night vision goggles, body armor, weapons, and ammunition, before everyone returned to their original positions.

Arnie called for a status report.

"Three down in the house, all secure."

"North retreating tree line."

"South's retreating also."

"West is holding their position and spreading out."

"Branch, if you have a shot take them out."

"What do you mean if I have a shot? If they were any closer I could kiss them."

"Stop bragging and take them out."

Branch armed his Marine Core PRC rifle, with Lapua Magnum rounds. He sighted in his first target, and knew it was not going to be a fair fight. He set the rifle up for long range, but with targets this close, whoever got hit did not stand a chance. He fired his first shot, and the magnum round hit its target 'Center Mass'. It blew the spine out the back of his targets body. It was the ultimate in overkill.

When the other members of the opposition force saw what happened to their compatriot they hit the dirt, trying to make themselves the smallest possible target.

Branch knew human nature would have one of the men stick his head up to see where the shots came from. The combatant on the left side did exactly that, and Branch's bullet nearly tore his head off.

The third man threw his rifle away, and started running back towards the western fence.

Branch let him run, and run, and run.

Sabre asked, "Are you going to let him go?"

"No, I'm just giving him hope that he's going to make it. Then I'm going to take it away from him."

When he was 30 feet from the fence, the combatant thought he was going to get away with his life. He slowed down just enough to be able to throw himself over the fence. His hands grasped the top of the fence, and his left foot stepped on the bottom rail, and pushed with all his might. It was the last thing he would ever do, as the bullet pierced his back went through his heart and came out the front of his chest. His body slumped over the wooden railing, inches from freedom.

Sabre called in, "Three down."

Arnie replied, "If my count is correct people, that makes eight down and two on the run. That does not sound like a nine man assault team to me. Does anyone disagree?"

Dan replied, "Boss, maybe that's the new math they've been talking about?"

Flo said, "Arnie, I told you he's a Homo. He's got his head up his ass, along with his brains."

Lee complained, "Would you two get married already, and stop this bickering. You're giving me a headache." There was a chorus of boos over the net.

"Okay people, back to work. Keep a sharp eye out for that second team. These were not the experts we were expecting. It was much too easy. They know we are here, and they know we are good. They will not come in stupid again. I want one eye on the street, and the other on your original field of fire. They will come in any time now."

"Sabre give the asset a cell phone, and have her call the local cops. Tell them she is under attack by a paramilitary force. She has help, but we are outmanned and outgunned."

"Boss, this barn is built like a fortress. It's poured concrete up to the roof line, and rebar reinforced. It would be a great fallback position."

"Roger that. People will start showing up for work on the new house by 6:30 AM, and daylight will be here by 7 AM. This next group will have to hit us hard, within the next hour, to finish the job, cleanup, and get out of here unseen. We have to survive for two hours people; keep your powder dry, and keep alert. Don't wait for me to tell you to get back to the barn, if you are in an untenable position, just do it."

They didn't have to wait long for the second attack to begin. Six Humvees came to a stop on the road in front of Patricia's property. A man got out of the first vehicle, and pulled out a shoulder mounted weapon.

Dan yelled, "RPG inbound!"

Flo and Yvette dove for cover knowing that the house was going to be the target. It didn't help them. The rocket-propelled grenade flew through the living room window and exploded when it hit the wall. It killed them both. The entire team knew they were gone, and they were pissed.

Lee shouted, "These guys don't want to play fair. Let's give them hell."

Arnie asked, "Is there any movement on any other front?"

Every one responded in the negative.

"Let's get the asset out of here."

"How are we going to do that Arnie? If they see the cars move they will go after them."

"Put them on the horses and let them all loose. Tell them to go southwest, towards the helicopter pad, and exit that way."

The four of them climbed out of the loft, down to the horses. Patty started saddling 'Timeless,' Stephano saddled a Bay Mare, Bonnie saddled a gelding, and Brad stood there doing nothing.

Patty said, "Saddled a horse you idiot."

Brad said, "I don't know how to ride."

"You have got to be kidding me."

"No, I have never ridden a horse, or donkey, or a camel, or chicken."

"Stephano, bring me Bluebell."

She saddled Bluebell and walked all four horses to the west exit.

"Steph, I'm going to need your help with this."

"What are we going to do Patty?"

"We are going to put Brad on 'Timeless,' and if he says one word I want you to knock his teeth out."

Bonnie said, "Please let me do it."

She looked at Brad and said, "Do you see the saddle on that horse?"

"Yes, I do," he said with great trepidation.

"Do you like to saddle between my thighs?"

"More than you will ever know."

"If you don't get on that one, you will never get into this one again. These men are trying to save our lives, and you are afraid the fucking horse. Grow up, Brad, and do it in a hurry."

He approached Timeless on the right side, which was the wrong side, and Timeless looked at him. Brad immediately moved back. Bonnie took him by the collar and brought him to the left side of the horse. She put his foot in the stirrup, grabbed him by his ass, and pushed him up until he was able to throw his leg over the saddle. The adjusted the stirrups to the length of his legs, but Brad looked like he was sitting on a bed of nails.

'Timeless' was not amused either, and started to dance around. Patty took her by the halter and calmed her down. "I know girl, but you have to protect him for me. Don't let anyone hurt him. He is my friend, and I will be close by. I love you girl. We have been friends for a very long time." She kissed the horse on her muzzle, and the horse stayed absolutely still.

Patty handed Brad the reins and told him to hang on; 'Timeless' would take care of him.

Sabre yelled from the top, "Come on people get out of here."

Patty ushered 12 horses out the rear door, climbed on Bluebell and headed out. 'Timeless' was right beside her, with Brad bouncing up and down like a Ping-Pong ball.

"Brad lay down across her neck." He did, and he stopped bouncing, which made both him and 'Timeless' more comfortable.

The shooting was going on in earnest, and Stephano could hear the roar of engines on the property. "We have to move faster; we are out in the open and they will be able to see us."

Patty said to Timeless, "Helicopter," and she took off at a gallop, with Brad holding on for dear life. Stephano and Bonnie were right with him. Patty went north where the other horses were grazing.

Stephano didn't notice she was missing, until they reached the back of the wooden helicopter pad. Stephano and Bonnie dismounted, but Brad decided to stay where he was. His ass was hurting enough already, and didn't want to have to try to get back on the horse.

When Stephano realized his wife was missing, he screamed, "I am going to kill that woman."

Brad said, "I will be more than happy to help you, but I don't see her, or the horse. She's not down, because I could see the white areas on Bluebell."

"Where the fuck could she had gone now?"

"I will bet you she went to protect the rest of the horses."

Bonnie said, "No, Brad, she didn't go to protect the horses, she left us to protect us."

"Oh no; I may hate her, but I am not going to let her protect me by putting her life on the line, again." He leaned over and patted the horse's neck ."' Timeless,' Patty, find Patty."

'Timeless' took off like a rocket.

Bonnie shouted, "Where the hell is he going?"

"I don't know about him, but I know where 'Timeless' is going." They got on their mounts, and chased after him.

'Timeless' headed back the way they came. She slowed, turned left and headed for the other horses. She saw Patty's white hair, slowed down, walked up behind her, and bumped her head with her nose.

Patty turned, and said, "Hello girl, what are you doing here?"

"I told her to find you. I am not letting you put your life on the line for me, without me doing anything in return. You have done that too many times already, and received only hardship. It ends today. If they get you, they get me too."

Bonnie said, "That idiot of mine has just grown a pair of balls. I'm with him."

Stephano dismounted, walked over to his wife, and held her. "I am only going to say this one time. If they don't kill you, I will. Don't you ever pull a stunt like this again. I am here to protect you. You are not here to protect me."

Innocently, Patty said, "I only came to feed the horses."

Stephano smacked her on the ass. "I thought you never lied."

"I've never been in a situation like this before. I thought I'd give it a try."

"Don't try it again, because you suck at it."

*******

"Arnie, they are trying to encircle us."

"No shit Sherlock, where are those local cops. We could use them about now."

There were at least 16 intruders coming at them, and they were all wearing body armor. Branch and his PRC rifle was able to take down two of them from the barn, but he was restricted by his field of fire. His view was only from the east and west vents, and once the intruders figured that out, he became a non-entity in the fight, until Arnie gave him permission to move.

The intruders brought up Humvees to protect their people. Slate was working from the new house with Lee. Slate was using his Remington sniper rifle, and 300 Magnum rounds that tore through body armor easily. Lee's weapon was ineffective against body armor, and he had to hit flesh to be effective. Lee was 10 feet to Slate's right, trying to take some of the withering fire away from his partner, so he could fire his effective weapon more frequent. He exposed himself one too many times, and took a round to his stomach. By the time their firefight was over, he bled out and died.

As the injury reports came in, Arnie said, "Fall back to position two."

Slate replied, "Unable, I am surrounded. Good luck guys."

He took down two men, disabled a third, and killed a Humvee, before he was shot in the back and was killed.

Only six of Colonel Canyon's elite crew remained, and they were in trouble. They only had two fields of fire they could cover. However, they were now inside a concrete fortress that an RPG, and small arms were useless against.

Then they received a call.

"Hotel 2 this is Hotel acknowledge. Hotel 2 this is Hotel acknowledge."

"Hotel this is Hotel 2 verify."

"Fuck that Terry, give me a status report."

"Colonel you will ring my neck when you get back, if I don't get the protocol right."

"Terry you won't have a neck for me to ring if you don't give me a status report."

"We are down four. The opposition is armed with RPG's and heavy weapons. We are in a rectangular concrete barn. We won't be able to see our opponents, until they come through the doors. Our position is tenuous at best. We have called in the locals, but they have not arrived yet."

The Colonel pictured there position and came up with the best possible solution for them. "Terry, put two men in the loft. One man covering each of the entrances. Two men downstairs, on opposite sides, covering each door. Make the opponents come to you. It will be like the Greeks and Persians at Thermopylae. They have to come in between two choke points."

"God Colonel you don't know how I wish you were here."

"So do I son, so do I. We will get those sons of bitches one way or the other. I promise you that on my honor Terry. Give them hell, and God be with you."

"We will make you proud Colonel. Hotel two out."

An RPG hit the barn to the right of the door. It did no damage, except making a few small holes from the super-heated copper, and blackening the area. The opposition fired another one further away from the door with the same result. They could hear cursing from the men outside. They had been hoping they could pierce a wooden skinned structure, only to run into solid concrete. Now, they knew they had to enter the barn to get to the asset.

The opposition force split into two teams, one six-man team, and a five-man team. The six-man team lined up behind their Humvee and drew lots to see who would drive. They all knew the driver would be the first one to die, but no one said it out loud.

The five-man team had no such problem. The man who drove it to that position said, "I drove us all the way here from Athens, I'll drive it in." It was tough sledding for the smaller team. They had to navigate between Patty's Motorhome, and make a left 90° into the barn in less than 20 t. Their forward speed would be near zero, and the driver's life expectancy would be about the same. It was pitch black inside the barn. They were not wearing their night vision goggles, because they watched what happened to the three men who made entry into the main house.

The breach went as planned, but within seconds, the lights came on, blinded them, and they were dead. The lights went off seconds later, and everything went silent. They had cut off the power from the electrical lines, but the house still had power. It was then that they realized the windmill was not to bring water up from underground. Their enemy controlled that facet of the battleground, and eliminated their night vision advantage. They would have to use their eyes to ferret out their enemy, on their own territory.

Arnie and his men were eating energy bars, when they heard a Humvee engine start. Each of them drank some water, and nestled down into their hides. Arnie said to each man, "If we are going to die, let's not leave them any of our ammunition. Give them everything we have, and we can borrow some of theirs if we have to."

Wilt replied, "Come on Arnie, they're probably using that 7.62 shit. Let's kill them all and get this over with."

Branch said, "I would rather hit them over the head with my rifle, rather than put one of those shells in my chamber. I'm with Wilt, let's kill them all."

Terry asked, "All in favor of Wilt's motion say 'Aye.'"

The six remaining voting members all voted 'Aye.'

Terry said, "The motion passes unanimously. Let's kill them all."

The first SUV came through the front of the barn, and crashed into the back of the vehicle parked there. He left one third of his vehicle outside. The men following behind him would have to squeeze by on either side of the SUV to gain entrance. This fucked up their plans royally.

Branch put a Magnum round through the drivers' airbag, the ceramic plate inside his body armor, and into his chest killing him.

One man got on the rear bumper of the Humvee to give covering support for the men trying to gain entrance. He couldn't see anything because it was so black in there, he started firing blindly.

It was a different story for Arnie. Using the borrowed night vision helmet, he took out the shooter, and the two men trying to slide by the left side of the Humvee.

The men entering from the right side of the SUV had more room. They were firing as they entered. Branch was about to take a shot when a bullet hit his helmet, knocking it off.




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 27



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





Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 27



"Here you are! Hello Angie, how do you feel?

"Now my arm hurts." 

"Your arm will feel better in a minute. Let me look at your ankle first. Does this hurt?"

"Yikes, yes it does."

"Would you like to guess which one of us is going to be wearing a cast tomorrow?"

"Me."

"Yes you. You can't walk on that leg. I am going to have to carry you home, okay?"

Angie seemed to get heavier and heavier as they walked through the orchard. Either that or it was an extremely long walk from the edge of the orchard to her home. 

Patty put Angie down on the porch. "I'm going to leave now. Call your folks and tell them how you got hurt. Make sure they cover that hole in the ground. I hope you get better real soon."

"Stay with me, please. They won't yell at me if you're here."

"I don't know if I belong here Angie. I don't know where I belong. I just want to go hide, until I can remember who I am."

"Are you the helicopter lady?"

"What helicopter lady?"

"My parents keep talking about this lady that landed a helicopter here weeks ago, and got lost. They can't find her. Is that you?"

"I don't know; did they show you a picture of the lady?"

"Ask my parents they will know?"

"Call them please."

"Mom, dad, come out here please?"

"What do you...? Hello who are you?"

"That is a good question. Your daughter had an accident. I found her at the bottom of a dry well at the end of your property. I think her left ankle is broken, and has severe contusions between her elbows and her wrists. You will need to take her to the hospital, quickly."

"Jack, get out here."

"What is it Marcy...? Hi, can I help you?"

"Dad, I think she's the helicopter lady. If she is do I get the $10 million?"

"Parents, Parent, Patricia Parent, Patricia Parent Valentino. That's my name. Thank you Angie and you do get $10 million. It will go in trust for you, until you're 25 years old."

"That's not fair. Why do I have to wait so long?"

"If your mom and dad happen to have a little boy, you can buy an orchard of your very own. Do you have a telephone I could use; I'd like to call my husband. Oh, where am I?"

113. Oh No, Not You Again

Paul landed the helicopter just short of the signal fire the Carmen's lit for them to recognize their property, in the early morning darkness.

Stephano did not wait for the all clear for him to jump out and run to his wife. 

Patty did not wait for him to reach her either. She met him halfway. They nearly crushed each other in their embrace.

"How are you, you've lost weight. You have a knot on your head the size of a golf ball."

"I'm good now; clumsy, but good. I was thinking about us, while I was flying, and I realized what an idiot I was running away. I turned back, but I had to go to the bathroom. I landed, and went into the trees to do my business. I tripped on a tree root, and when I woke up it was dark. I didn't remember anything; not my name, or how I got where I was. I didn't remember anything. 

I walked for what seemed like days, but it was only until sunrise. I became frightened when I saw other people. I couldn't go over to them and ask them if they knew who I was. They would think I was crazy. If Angie did not fall into that well, I would still be in the orchard, eating apples, screaming every time I saw a spider. Can we go home now?"

Stephano smiled, and kissed her. "You are going to your home away from home. Your dad, Jemma, and Junior are waiting for you there."

"I look a mess; I can't see anyone looking like this."

"I have a change of clothes for you in the helicopter. As far as your family is concerned, as long as you walk in on your own 2 feet, they could not care what you look like."

After thanking Angie for falling into the well, and promising her she would see her again, Patty climbed into the helicopter, under Stephano's supervision.

As she sat down Paul and Rita greeted her over the intercom. Patty said, "I know I have put both of you through a great deal of stress. If you are very tired, I can fly us wherever we're going." 

Rita screamed. "I told you so. She isn't in the cabin 30 seconds, and she's rubbing it in. Patty you are one tough bitch."

"I forgot what you owe me Rita, or didn't you take the bet?"

"No I didn't take the bet."

"That's right; you could not abstain from sex for seven days; you poor little girl."

"I'm going to kill her Paul."

"Honey, if you do that you will be having sex with women for the rest of your life, while you are in jail."

"There are always the guards."

"Stephano will make sure they are gay."

"He wouldn't do that to me, would he?"

"He just got her back. You saw what he was like for the past four weeks. What do you think he would do to you?"

"It would be ugly, wouldn't it?"

"Yes it would worse than ugly."

Paul sat the helicopter down, at Northern Westchester Hospital. As soon as it was safe, and the doors were open, Patty was in her father's arms.

"I'm so sorry dad. This was my fault. I shouldn't have run away. Everything that happened after that was an absolute disaster."

"When Stephano called and told me what happened, I laughed until I cried. It was like a weight had been lifted from my shoulders. I could not have taken the strain of you being taken away from me. When they found the helicopter, and it was in excellent condition, I knew you were alive. As the days dragged on, I worried that you had a relapse, and had died in the forest. I didn't know if I would ever see you alive again."

"It was a stupid thing to do, and I was stupid to do it."

Jemma sighed. "You proved to be the best person to have available, in case of an emergency."

"Jemma keep quiet. If she reads anymore manuals, the next aircraft she will fly away in is a 787."

Patty giggled, but didn't say a thing.

William looked at her and said, "WHAT! What do you know that I don't?"

"Dad, I already read the manuals for the 787. It's the same configuration as the 767, and 777. I could walk onto the flight deck of any Boeing aircraft, and take it for a ride this minute."

"Patricia, if I see you looking into the flight deck of another airplane, I am going to spank you without your husband's permission."

"William, if you see her doing it, you have my permission to spank her. Every time she steps foot onto a flight deck she is breaking the law. She does not have a pilot's license. Make a citizen's arrest, spank her, and restrain her, until I get there. Then, I will spank the shit out of her."

"If I spank her the way I want to, she will not be able to sit down for a week."

"That works out just fine for me, dad"

"That's going to get very messy Stephano; and you are threading on some very thin ice. Remember, when we get home I will be doing the cooking."

Jemma was tapping her foot, like a metronome set at 'Prestissimo'. "William, you promised yourself to me. If you start playing with another woman's derrière, you are going to be in serious trouble."

"Jemma how could you possibly be jealous of my daughter?"

"Have you taken a good look at your daughter? The male population of this planet would line up to spank her naked behind."

"Thank you sis; do you think that will keep my husband in line too."

"Baby, there isn't a chance in the world you are getting away with what you did. You scared the crap out of everyone who loves you. Michael brought his entire family here to try to lure you back home. His daughters were heartbroken when we told them you had taken the helicopter, and could be 500, or more, miles away before they were able to make their public appeal for you to return home. That video of them ran for two weeks, and you never responded."

"I didn't know, Steph. I told you what happened, I wasn't near a television. I stayed away from people, because I was afraid. I will explain that to Melody and Harmony. I hope they can forgive me."

"Okay everyone, enough talk. Let's get her into the hospital and get her checked out."

The emergency room doctor took one look at the size of the bulge on Patricia's forehead and ordered an MRI and CAT scan. 

The results came back 90 minutes later. The doctor was amazed she had survived, because she fractured her skull. The fracture had radiated outward, like a broken piece of glass, and now some of the fractures were over 3 inches long. 

She was put into a neck brace that restricted all head movement, and sent to the surgical pre-op area, where all the tests needed for surgery were taken, analyzed, and recorded.

A neurosurgeon and orthopedic surgeon were called to consult on her case. After discussing the results of the scans with the radiologists, the orthopedic surgeon was chosen to do the operation, and a plastic surgeon would close to limit the scarring on her forehead. 

Doctor Barry had to tell the patient and her family what he had to do. He had to seal all the fissures on her cranium, before they exposed the brain. If that happened, he would have no choice but to place a metal plate in her head.

He stood at the end of the bed so Patricia could see him. Stephano was holding her right hand, William her left; and Jemma was standing by her side, holding junior. 

The doctor spoke directly to Patty, because minutes counted.

"Mrs. Valentino, you have deep fissures in your cranium that have spread, since you have fallen. They have gotten progressively deeper and longer, and are threatening to expose your brain. While this is not life threatening, it poses a great danger to your mental acuity, because of its location. We need your permission to operate. The operation is fairly simple, as long as we get to it now. 

It is like putting a patch on concrete and letting it set. When it does, we smooth it out, and place the skin over the affected area. A Plastic Surgeon will finish the operation to limit the scarring. You will be under a local anesthetic, and you will be awake during the operation."

Patty said, "I'd rather be asleep."

"Most patients agree with you, but we need to talk to you, during the operation. We can't do that if you're sleeping. I promise you will not feel anything, but you will hear everything that goes on around you."

"Can my husband be with me?"

"Yes he can."

"Stephano sign the papers, and don't forget to tell them I'm pregnant."

Doctor Barry said, "I'm glad you said that. You are definitely not going to sleep. How far along are you?"

"What is today's date?"

"December 9th.

"Oh no, I missed Steve and Marie's wedding."

Stephano squeezed her hand. "Honey, they were more worried about you missing, then not being at their wedding."

"How am I ever going to make that up to them?"

Stephano said "You can make it up to them by living. How far along are you?"

"You should know your dummy, you got me pregnant."

Stephano started counting on his fingers, and kept getting lost.

"Doctor, if we wait for my husband to figure out that I'm 44 days pregnant, you could deliver the babies."

"You've had your first sonogram already?"

"No I haven't. Let's just say I have this information from a 'Higher Source.'"

He looked at her chart and verified she was pregnant. He asked everyone to leave, except her husband, so he could sign the paperwork. He was going to scrub up and ready himself for the operation, while the nurses prepared Patty. The operation should take between two and three hours, depending upon what he found when he opened the skin covering the fissures.

Stephano followed the nurse to her desk to fill out the forms necessary for the operation.

William and Jemma kissed Patty, and told her they would be waiting to see her that afternoon.

While Stephano was away, it seemed to Patricia that she was attacked from every corner by nurses. The doctors ordered that she not to be moved or jostled. They had to cut her clothes carefully from her body. 

Once that was completed, they washed her completely with a non-alcohol based antibiotic cleanser, and let her air dry. She was not happy that her sex was exposed, but the nurses did not seem to care. They put an intravenous line into her left hand. 

She was mortified when a nurse spread her thighs, and opened the lips of her pussy, while another inserted a catheter into her urethra. Patty's eyes crossed, and she wasn't sure if she should scream or cum.

The nurse who was holding her plump pussy lips apart saw Patricia's reaction to this procedure, and chuckled. When they were finished, she placed Patricia's legs together, patted her pussy several times, and said, "It certainly is an interesting sensation, isn't it honey?" 

Breathlessly, she replied, "Yes, it is."

************

In the radiology lab, the lab technician was going over the Radiologists notes and preparing them to be filed. He correlated the MRI, with the CAT scan, and noticed a tiny shadow on an artery located between the pre-frontal and posterior cortexes. He magnified them both to be sure it was not a distortion in the film. He knew it could not be a problem with both of them. He called Doctor Cumagai to the lab, "Stat."

Doctor Cumagai asked Stan what was going on.

Stan showed the doctor a blowup of both scans of the artery, and asked him to take a close look.

After examining them both closely, Doctor Cumagai said, "How the heck did I miss that?"

"When I first saw it doctor, I thought it was a shadow, or distortion on the film. The only way I recognized it was when I compared the MRI to the CAT scan at 500 times magnification. I knew it couldn't be a distortion on both scans."

"Stan, you may just have saved this woman's life. Call Doctor Robertson, and get him down here."

Stan called the operator.

Stan told Doctor Cumagai that Doctor Robinson has left for the day."

"Get a hold of his service and tell him what we have. Tell him this will be first up for him tomorrow morning."

Doctor Cumagai went to the surgical suite, and asked who was operating on Patricia Valentino. He was told it was Doctor Barry, and he nodded his head.

"Where is her family?"

"They are in the OR waiting room."

He went to the waiting room and found Jemma holding William Junior, while William was on cell phone.

Doctor Cumagai said, "Sir, you are not allowed to use a cell phone on a surgical floor."

William replied, "I'm sorry Doctor, no one told me."

"Are you Patricia Valentino's parent?"

"Yes doctor, I am her father, William Zabo"

"Mister Zabo, I have some bad news in reference to your daughter. We found a very small tumor on an artery, between her prefrontal and posterior cortex. When a tumor forms in that area, I'm sorry to say, 90% of the time it is cancerous. I can honestly say I missed it when I first examined the CAT scan, and MRI. 

The tumor is the size of a grain of rice. It is a type of cancer called 'maleginoma,' and it can grow slowly or rapidly. Only God knows which way it will decide to go. Our best neurosurgeon has left for the day. We have scheduled your daughter to be operated on first thing tomorrow morning."

William shook his head. "You can cancel the surgery doctor. As soon as Patricia is able to travel, she will be flown to Sloan-Kettering in New York. The operation will be performed there."

"I understand your concern for your daughter's health, but Doctor Robertson is quite capable of performing this operation."

"I mean no disrespect to Doctor Robertson. However, as soon as you said the tumor was cancerous, my mind was made up. She is going to Sloan-Kettering if I have to bring U.S. Marshall's into this hospital, and take her by force."

"I understand Mister Zabo. As soon as Doctor Barry gives his permission for your daughter to leave, we will have her Air-Evaced to Sloan. Would you like us to make a recommendation for the doctor, or do you have someone in mind?"

"I know the doctor who will be performing the operation. He is a family friend, and one of the three top doctors in the field of neuroscience. Give me the exact name and location of the tumor, and I will call him, so he can be prepared when she arrives at the hospital."

"Absolutely; if you will follow me to radiology, I will send him the scans, as soon as you get me the number to call." She

"Thank you Doctor Cumagai, needless to say this information is very shocking. I'm not sure how my daughter and son are going to take it. Will it affect her memory?

"In 83% of the cases of this type, the answer is yes. Has her behavior been erratic of late?"

"Yes it has. We thought it was the pressure she's been under for the past year or so. How long do you think that tumor has been there?"

"Sometimes they grow very slowly, other times rapidly. It could have been there since birth, or it could have started as recently as three years ago. This type of tumor normally grows like a tree, rather than like grass. A tree takes generations grow to its full height and width. Grass has to be cut every week to keep it under control."

"Thank you doctor, it gives me a little hope for my daughter's future."

"You should read the literature on the pre-frontal and posterior cortexes, before you get your hopes too high. With the position of this tumor, if too much brain tissue is damaged, it will affect her memory, behavior, the sense of right and wrong, and a whole host of other aspects of higher brain functions. Not all of this will happen, but a great deal of it surely will. The tumor is wrapped around an artery that supplies blood to the left hemisphere of the brain. They cannot simply sever the artery, remove the tumor, and cauterize both ends.

They have to resect the artery. They have to do it; otherwise the left side of her brain will die. To make this repair, they have to cut away a portion of living brain tissue. 

Unfortunately, the tumor is in the area that controls the minds memory function. 

To put it bluntly Mister Zabo, 'This operation may be successful, but the patient's mind will never be the same.' 

Any surgeon that tells you otherwise, is spitting into the wind."

"Thank you for being blunt, Doctor Cumagai. I always like knowing what I'm up against, rather than walking into a trap I can't get out of."

"I wish your daughter the best of luck, Mister Zabo. If you are a praying man, I would start now."

William started the wheels turning at Sloan-Kettering, and after he was done, he went to see Jemma. 

Immediately, she knew something was wrong.

"So help me God, William, if you lie to me I am going to cut you off for a month. It will hurt me more than you, but I do not want you to lie, or hold something back from me."

Jemma had never seen William cry, but she did today. He put his head on her shoulder, and said, "Patty has a cancerous tumor in her brain. If they don't operate it will kill her. If they do operate, she could lose her memory, and much of the higher functions of her brain. This has been the cause of her erratic behavior. One day she was fine, the next day she's not the woman we know and love. She had a minor argument with Stephano, and she ran away. By the time she realized what had happened, she had the accident, and we know the rest. Maybe it was the best thing that ever happened. We may never have known it was there, until it was too late to do anything about it. How do I tell my daughter she may never be the same? How do I tell Steph not only did he lose his family at the funeral, but now he will lose his wife?"

Jemma's lips quivered, and she began to weep.

Stephano burst through the double doors of the operating area with a smile on his face. It disappeared when he walked into the waiting area, and saw William and Jemma holding each other, in tears. He rushed over to them to find out what had happened.

"William, what is going on; why are you both crying?"

"Later Steph; how is she; how is Patty? 

"She is fine. Doctor Barry has quite a sense of humor. He had her laughing throughout the operation. He had the sealant in fake jars of Playdough. He put three layers of different epoxies on the cracks. Some of them were sickeningly deep. He had to use a blow dryer to get the epoxies to dry quicker. Patty told him not to ruin her hair. If he did, she would charge him for her next beauty parlor appointment. 




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 27



He told her to go ahead, because she hasn't seen the size of his bill. 

This went on throughout his part of the operation. 

When the plastic surgeon came in, Doctor Benedetti told Patty if she wasn't nice to her, she was going to put vertical frown lines all over her head.

Patty told her to go ahead, and she would set 'Timeless' loose on her, in retribution.

She asked, "Who the heck is 'Timeless?'?"

Patty replied, "She is an 18-year-old mare. She is my best friend and your worst nightmare if you harm me. If you don't believe me, ask my architect, Brad."

"What did she do to your architect?" 

When Patty finished telling her, she said 'bullshit.' 

Patty asked her if she wanted to bet.

Doctor Benedetti said "I just bought a Mercedes-Benz Convertible. It's paid for; I'll bet that.

"What would you like me to bet against it?"

"Your home will do."

"You have a deal."

"Holy shit, why do I have a feeling I just lost the car."

I said to her, "You should have spoken to Doctor Nall. She would have warned you against betting with my wife."

"That can't be you; Doctor Nall lost a bet to a woman called Patricia Parent. The whole hospital knows that story."

Patty laughed. "Doctor, have you ever heard of a thing called 'marriage?' It happens to people every now and again. Doctor Nall wanted us to see Doctor Pock, because she was sure the three of us were crazy."

"Dammit, I love that car. It handles like a wet dream."

"Keep your car, Doctor. I have an airplane, a helicopter, a forklift, a utility vehicle for the ranch, a motorhome, and a car to get us to town and back with groceries. I don't travel far enough on the roads around our area, to warrant a car that will make my pants wet."

"I'm finished with the good news. Why don't you tell me what you why you were crying when I got here?"

"Son, you have to be strong for both you and Patty. It breaks my heart to tell you this. Patty has a brain tumor. It is cancerous." 

Stephano rocked back in his chair and screamed. "No, I just got her back. This can't be. Her mother promised us a long life together. We have only been married for a month and a half. This isn't fair William. People have tried to kill her for times. She barely escaped with her life. Now what are we supposed to do? Is it operable? Come on William tell me everything, please."

"Steph the tumor is located on an artery, in a portion of the brain that has been causing her to act so erratically. If the artery bursts she will die. If they get to it in time, and the artery doesn't burst, the operation could destroy the tissue surrounding the area that controls the higher brain functions. Her memory will be lost. She may not remember who we are. I am going to tell it to you the way the radiologist told me, so you will be prepared for what may happen to our Patty. 

Doctor Cumagia said, "The operation may be successful, but the patient's brain will never be the same."

"Is there any possibility that this guy is wrong?"

"Yes there is, and he even admitted he missed the tumor the first time he looked at the scans. When he re-checked them, he positively identified it. There is no doubt as to what it is. 

Steph, you got your way the first time, and brought her here when she went into the coma. I'm telling you she is going to Sloan-Kettering for this operation. I don't want to argue with you. I don't want any bad blood between us. We both want what is best for your wife, my daughter. This hospital is not it. Please let me have my way this time."

Jemma stood up, and handed Junior to his father. She hugged Stephano. "Steph, in your heart of hearts, you know he's right this time. They have only one doctor here who is qualified to do this operation. One doctor that isn't saying very much for the type of surgery that has to be done on Patty's brain. Let her father do what is best for her. All the money in the world is not worth having, if you can't use it to help the ones you love."

Steph shook his head. "When did you become so smart Jemma?"

"Since the day I started hanging around your wife. I have one unit of her blood circulating in my body, and apparently some of it is working in my head."

"And such a gorgeous head it is."

"Hey you, stop flirting with my wife."

"You're wife has been championing your cause William. We can take Patty to Sloan, as soon as she is able to be moved."

"Thank you Steph, it is the best thing for Patty.

A nurse came to the OR waiting room and told them that Patty had been transferred to the ICU. They can see her, as soon as the nurses have her settled in."

************

Patty's head was wrapped like a mummy. Only her eyes, nose, and mouth were visible. She was wrapped tightly, and she could barely speak. Everyone kissed her and told her how wonderful she looked in her new 'Habit.'

She mumbled, "Remember Steph, this was my first choice; not you."

He grabbed his heart and feigned falling down. "You really know how to hurt a man, don't you wife?"

"Steph, you know you are terrible at keeping secrets from me. You are hiding something. If you don't want me to take this needle out of my arm, and stick it in your ear, start talking?"

He looked at her, but no words came out of his mouth.

"Dad, you are worse than my husband. Do you want to tell me what's going on, or should I attack your wife?"

Steph looked at his father and said, "Dad don't do it. This is my responsibility. I think we should let Junior do it. She won't hurt him." He got hit with a cup of water as soon as he finished his sentence.

Stephano took her hand, sat on the edge of her bed. "Baby, I am just going to say it, because there is no other way to do this properly. While they were operating on you, the radiologist took a look at your MRI and CAT scans. He found a small tumor in your brain. He is sure it is cancerous."

Patty looked at him sitting there with a frown on his face. He was such a lousy actor. He continued staring at her, until she couldn't take it anymore. She started laughing.

"Come on Steph, you can do better than that. That's not funny. You could have said the twins were quadruplets. The Plastic Surgeon put my nose on upside down, or she wrote funny things on my bandages. That would've been funny. Brain cancer is not funny."

Stephano didn't react the way she thought he would. She looked at Jemma, whose eyes were downcast. Then, she looked at her father. His face was colorless, and his eyes were liquid.

She crawled back as far as she could in her bed, clutching her pillow. She cried out, "No, it's not true. This can't be happening to me. What about my babies. My mother promised me two healthy babies. What about them? What is going to happen to them? What's going to happen to you Steph? You need a woman in your life. You have to promise me you will not raise them alone. They need a good mother, just like I did. This is wrong, this is all wrong. Mom, mom where are you? I need you, where are you when I need you the most? This is not fair. You promised me a long life. What have I done to have God turn against me?"

She broke down and cried hysterically. Stephano held her close, as Jemma held her hand. 

William was holding his son, while he cried for his daughter. She was so young and vibrant. She had gone through so much at such an early age. Now she found herself in a war against her own body. According to the experts, she might not even win one battle whose end was preordained.

William spoke to Patty's nurse and told her the news. 

The nurse received permission from Doctor Barry to administer a strong sedative. She poked the needle into the intravenous line, and Patty drifted off into a deep, dreamless, sleep. 

The three adults standing next to her wished they could do the same. Jemma took the baby from his father, and he continued to sleep serenely in his mother's arms. Jemma swore her child could sleep during a rock concert.

The nurse told them to get something to eat and some sleep. Patricia would be sleeping for at least twelve hours and probably much longer. If anything happened, during the night, either she or the nurse that replaced her at 10 PM would call them.

114. Nall-ified!

Patty was awakened at 6 AM, for the standard round of tests, and given her morning medications. Her blood pressure was very high, and her mood despondent. She did not eat her morning meal; even the thought of eating meat her nauseous.

The nurse was aware of her condition, and treated her with kid gloves. She tried everything she knew to lift Patty's spirits, but none of them worked. She called Doctor Barry and advised him of her condition. He ordered a psychiatric evaluation just in case.

Doctor Pock and his small staff were at a Psychiatric conference, in Philadelphia. The evaluation fell to the Neurology Department. Since this was such a high profile patient, the head of the department was selected to see her. She went to Radiology and discussed the scans with Doctor Cumagai. She agreed with his diagnosis.

She said, "If I were this young lady, I would rather die on the table, then have a bad outcome from this surgery. I would rather leave the tumor where it is, and take my chances of it growing slowly enough that I could live for five or 10 years. She should live each day, as fully and completely as she can, and enjoy her life. I would try the "Experimental Knifeless Surgical Technique combined with Chemotherapy, rather than surgery. If it doesn't work, and the artery bursts, she will die as the person she is, and not some lifeless automaton she wasn't."

Doctor Cumagai agreed. "Would you like me to go with you, and speak with her?"

"No thank you. This was a job for Pock. Naturally he skips town, and lets it fall to my office. Sometimes it sucks being the Head of a Department."

"You are preaching to the choir, Joyce."

*********

"Mrs. Valentino, Doctor Barry has asked for a psychological consult, before he gives you permission to move to Sloan-Kettering. The doctor is here speak to you. I will close the curtain to give both of you a little privacy."

Patty shouted, "They think I've gone crazy at the thought of losing my mind? How would you feel about it, Evie?"

"I would be pissed, just like you are; but you are the one who wants to be transferred to another hospital. Without this evaluation, you don't go."

"Evie, you don't know my father. If he says I'm going to Sloan, I'm going. Almighty God would not stand in his way."

"Here comes the Doctor, I'll leave you two alone. Try not to aggravate her; it will only hurt your cause."

Doctor Nall entered Patty's area and said, "Good morning Mrs. Valentino.

"What is this, some sort of a joke? Did the hospital administrator send you here to get even with me, because of what I did the last time I was here? Get out; I don't want to see you. Send in that asshole, Doctor Pock, you told me about. Is the hospital having a good a good time at my expense, because I am going to lose my mind?"

"Ms. Valentino you have me at a disadvantage. When was the last time we met? I can't see your face. I don't recognize you."

"Have you gone flying in a glider, Doctor?"

"Shit, I knew I recognized that last name, but I couldn't place it. Patricia Parent Valentino; you actually married that stud. Congratulations, I mean that with all my heart, Patricia. However, to answer your question, No, I have not gone for a ride in a glider. I made three appointments to go, and chickened out at the last moment. I swear if I can get you through this mess I will learn how to fly one of those things."

"Doctor, there is no getting through this thing. It's a death sentence in one of three ways: I could have a stroke and die. The tentacles of the cancer could have spread so far for the surgeons can't get to it all, and I die. Or, the doctors could get it all and I could lose my mind. I fear the last one most of all. I am nothing without my mind. All my memories, all my education, my behavior, everything I am will be gone. Someone new will emerge. I will not be me. It will be another person inhabiting my body. I won't know my husband, my father, my sister, or my brother. I may as well be dead, because I don't want to be that person."

Patty became very emotional, and started sobbing. 

"Patricia, except for the day your mother died, yesterday had to be the worst day of your life. I need you to concentrate on what I'm going to say. You were the worst patient I ever had. You reminded me and this hospital about patient care and well-being. I want to thank you for that by saving you, and your mind."

"How are you going to do something the other doctors agree is impossible?"

"I just spoke with Doctor Cumagai, and we have come up with an alternate treatment plan. It may not work, but you will still be Patricia Valentino, while you are alive. You may live five days. You may live 50 years, but you will still be yourself."

"Go ahead Doctor I can listen to your bullshit, because in a few days I will not remember any of it."

"Patricia, this tumor can grow slowly or it can grow rapidly. We just don't know which way it will go. However, I don't want you to have this surgery. It is a lose-lose situation for you. Chemotherapy is only 20% effective on these tumors, but you will not lose your mind. If it works, you win, if it doesn't you die, somewhere down the road. However, you remain Patricia Parent Valentino for as long as you live. You will have your moments of erratic behavior; however we have medications that can control those behaviors. You will still be who you are, not someone else. Only God knows for certain how long you'll be with us. You have heard all the bad things that will happen to you if you go under the knife. There is no chance of this happening to you if you try it my way. However, there is a relatively new technique that you can have at Sloan-Kettering, but not here, because we do not have that equipment. It is called 'Knifeless Surgery.' It destroys the tumor without opening the skull. An MRI and CT scan pinpoints the exact location of the tumor. A single large dose of high-energy radiation beams are trained at the tumor site from different angles. Ninety percent of the time it destroys the entire mass. If it doesn't, we add chemotherapy to destroy remaining cells. This is a much better option for you. You will not lose your memories, your education, or yourself. As I said this is a new 'experimental' technique, but so far the results have been amazing. If it doesn't work, you are no worse off than you were yesterday, today, or tomorrow."

"What will happen to my babies?"

"He got you pregnant already?"

"I told you I was a 22-year-old virgin. Stephano had not gotten laid for a year and a half before we got married. I was not on birth control pills, and was in the middle of my cycle when we got married. My little egg did not stand a chance against all the sperm he pumped into me on our wedding night. I'm going to have twin girls, and I am 45 days pregnant."

"If I asked you the exact moment of conception, you could probably tell me that also."

"Yes, would you like to know?"

"Patricia, I don't want the world to lose you. You are too precious, and precocious to lose at such an early age."

"Doctor Nall, I will go along with what you want to do. I am going to fight my father and husband over this. It will be a battle of immense proportions. However, it is my body, my brain, and my life that is at stake. I have many things I want to accomplish before I die. The most important one is raising my girls. Let's get started, and whatever you do, don't hurt my little ones."

"You have my word, Patricia, everything I do to help you, will not harm them."

***********

Stephano was outside the curtain and asked if it was okay for him to in.

Patty smiled and said, "I'm naked."

"Then I'm definitely coming in."

He parted the curtain, found Patty sitting up in bed, fully clothe, with Doctor Nall standing beside her.

"You lied to me."

"I'm getting better at it."

Doctor Nall shook her head. "You men are so easy. Congratulations on your wedding Mister Valentino. I still think you're both nuts."

"Thanks Doctor, if it wasn't for you, I would never have gotten her back the first time, trapped her, and got her to marry me."

"Doctor, there is going to be some screaming in here. I think you should leave now."

"Okay Mrs. Valentino, I'll tell the nurses to call me when they finish cleaning up the blood. I'll come back later, when the bandages have been applied."

After the doctor left, Stephano asked, "What's up dear?"

"Just love me Steph. Hold me, and love me. Let's wait for my father to get here, because I only want to get yelled at once."

"Why would we yell at you?"

"Steph trust me; there will be yelling."

********

115. No You Are Not!

"Are you out of your fucking mind? You are not listening to that crackpot. You are coming with me to New York. The doctors at Sloan are the best in the world at removing tumors like the one you have. They will take great care of you Patricia; I'd stake my life on it."

"You two can scream at me all you want. This is my body, my life, and I will do with it as I see fit. I don't want to wake up and not know my husband, my father, Jemma, and Junior. I would rather die first. I would lose all my years of education. My love of computers would be gone. I could wind up staring at walls all day. You would look at me, and wish I had died, instead of making the decision to have them operate on me." 

"Dad, could you live with yourself knowing that you did that to me?"

"How about you Steph, when our daughters look at me and ask you 'What happened to mommy.' How are you going to explain to them that you authorized an operation that killed my mind?"

William looked at his daughter and said nothing. 

Stephano had 1000 things to say to her, but could not come up with a reasonable answer.

"Answer me dammit! If you want me to do it your way, give me a good reason to give up my mind for the rest of my life. If you can't, let me do it my way. At least I will know who you are. I will know, and love all of you, for the rest of my life, regardless of how long it is."

William looked at Stephano and shook his head. "I hate her when she beats me with a logical argument. How does Doctor Nall want to proceed?"

"I don't know. I kicked her out of here when Stephano arrived. I didn't want either of you to kill her, when I told you of my decision not to have surgery. It's almost an hour, she should be here shortly."

********

A nurse poked her head inside the curtain. "Doctor Nall is at the nurses' station. She wants to know if it's safe to come in."

Patty said, "Tell Doctor Nall to start taking 'Soaring Lessons.' I have approval from my husband and father to do it her way. When I am cured, I will be her first passenger."

From the nurses station, Doctor Nall yelled, "I hate you Patricia."

Stephano laughed. "I wonder where she heard that from dear."

"Be nice, Stephano, or you will never get laid again."

"Do you see, son, she beat you with another logical argument."

"Yes dad, I think I'll go home and watch Brad talk to 'Timeless.' He is close to winning an argument with her."

Patty said, "Take me with you, and I'll make Beef Wellington for dinner."

Doctor Barry walked in and said, "You can go home in two days, but tomorrow night you're making Beef Wellington at my house. Do use goose or chicken pate'?"

"No self-respecting chef would use anything on Beef Wellington except goose pate'."

"I am definitely going to enjoy dinner tomorrow night. Doctor Nall told me you memorized three cookbooks. This should be the experience of a lifetime."

"I need a pen and paper to give you a shopping list. How many people are we expecting?"

"When word gets around the hospital that you are doing this, I am going to have to use the raffle system to cut it off at around 24."




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 27



"I hope you have a kitchen big enough to handle what I have to do."

"Don't worry; my wife is wealthier than Croesus. Our kitchen is the size of a small house. Our staff will help you with everything."

"In that case, I will need three hours and thirty seven minutes lead-time, for dinner at 7:30 PM."

Doctor Barry looked at his patient. "Three hours and thirty seven minutes. Not three hours and thirty minutes, or three hours and fifty minutes, but three hours and thirty seven minutes."

Doctor Nall stood behind him and said, "My patient said 'Three hours and thirty seven minutes. Do you have a problem with that?"

"Joyce, I'm going to put a stop watch on her."

"Patricia, do you want to say it or should I do?"

"Go ahead Doctor; it will be fun to watch someone else use my line."

"Stephen, you want to bet?"

Doctor Barry looked at his colleague and at his patient. Both were smiling at him. He looked at Stephano, and he was shaking his head.

"Joyce, after further review, I will decline this bet. I have a feeling this is how you got into trouble with her the last time she was here."

"Yes it was Stephen, and that was probably the smartest move you made since you married your wife. Now, stop chitchatting and go back to work."

"Today was a slow day. I finished working, and unless someone breaks an arm, or God forbid, there is a traffic accident, I'm going to take a nap." 

"Do you play chess Doctor?"

"Yes I do."

"Great, if we can find two boards, I can play both of you simultaneously."

Doctor Nall suppressed a sigh. "Patricia, you haven't changed; you are still a pain in the ass."

"You wouldn't have it any other way doctor."

"Mister Zabo, I understand you have connections at Sloan-Kettering. You will need them to get permission for Patty to have this type of operation. As I said, this is an experimental procedure. The FDA has to approve it, and that normally takes time. I would suggest you go down there now, and see the people you know to get this started and done, as soon as possible."

"Thank you Doctor, I will leave immediately. I want you to escort my daughter to the hospital. I don't want you to leave her side. I will pay you whatever you want, but they do not touch her, until you give the okay."

"Mister Zabo, I am not on the staff of Sloan-Kettering. I have no authority there."

"Doctor Nall, by tomorrow afternoon you will be."

William kissed his daughter goodbye, gathered up his wife and son, and left the hospital.

Doctor Nall was speechless. She looked at Patricia, who had a large grin on her face.

"Can he really do that," she asked.

"Joyce if I were you, I would go home and start packing a few bags. Not only will you be on the staff of that hospital, but he will probably set you up in a penthouse apartment for the duration of your stay."

"Duration of my stay hell; if he gets me on the staff of that hospital I'm staying."

"Don't forget to take your 'Soaring Lessons.' I am not letting you out of that bet."

"I'll go you one better. After I learn how to fly a glider, I'll learn how to fly an airplane."

"That's fantastic, I just happen to own one."

"Really what kind?"

"It's a Challenger 850, and it's really fun to fly. I flew it from Seattle to Vail, Colorado. These fly by wire aircraft are like playing video games. You punch in the numbers, and the aircraft flies itself to your destination. It will even land itself, if the airport is equipped with the right instrumentation, but I landed it myself just for the fun of it."

"What type of airplane is a Challenger 850?"

"It's a twin-engine jet."

"How long did it take you to learn how to fly it?"

"Two days."

"You learned how to fly a jet aircraft in two days? Stephano tell me she is lying. Please tell me she's lying to me."

"Doctor, if I told you she was lying, I would be lying."

"Patricia, you are insane. No one can fly a sophisticated airplane with only two days of training."

"Joyce, I didn't have two days of training. I read the manuals in two days, and flew the airplane the next day."

"I have to see a psychiatrist. You are driving me insane."

"Doctor, I have some good news for you."

"Thank you Stephano, what is it?"

"She purchased a huge motorhome, while she was in Vermont. Before she started driving the one she purchased, she actually took lessons and passed a driving test so she could travel on the roads legally."

"You mean she did something by the book? She obeyed the laws of the State of Vermont, in the country of the United States, on the planet Earth. The next thing I expect her to do is build her own rocket, and when the pollution becomes too great here on earth, she will pack you and the rest of the family inside, and find another planet, where humans can survive."

Patty said fiercely, "Don't you mention that to anyone ever again, Doctor, or I will kill you. I have completed the design phase, but I'm having trouble working on the propulsion system. Nuclear is too slow. I'm working on an ion drive system that will bring me to .999 of the speed of light."

Doctor Nall stood there with her mouth open, because Patty looked serious. She looked at Stephano who also had a serious face on.

Doctor Nall said, "Can I come with you?"

Patty and Stephano burst into laughter."

Doctor Nall looked at both of them and screamed. "I hate both of you. I never know when you're telling the truth or telling me a lie."

"Joyce, when I get it done, you can come with us. It can be 20 years, more or less, but I will be working on it every day."

"I am no spring chicken Patty. Make it sooner rather than later."

"If my daughters are like me, it will definitely be sooner."

"Make sure you take them to a pediatrician, not a neurologist. They would drive me crazy, like their mother is."

"You must admit Joyce they would make your life a lot more fun."

"Sticking needles into my eyes would be almost as much fun as seen the four of you at one time. Get some rest I'll see you tomorrow morning."

116. Time Is Not On Your Side.

Colonel Lucius Canyon is nothing if he was not inventive. He had to find a way back to the United States as quickly as possible. The orders he showed getting him to Antarctica were for one month at the South Pole. He could not afford that much time away from his team. He came up with a brilliant plan.

When the Twin Otter carrying Harold Chase landed, the Colonel and Paul Zachary were there to greet it. Paul had his rifle at the ready, facing away from the aircraft. The Colonel had his pistol in his hand.

The FBI contingent saw the two armed men, and put Callie and Harold on the floor of the aircraft.

Colonel Canyon yelled, "Who is in charge?"

I am. Special Agent Brodner; who are you?"

"DIA, we have a report of four Russian nationals missing from the Russian vessel 'The Vavilov.' The vessel is anchored only 40 miles northeast of our position. That is 120 miles closer than National Science Foundation says they are allowed to be. Intelligence reports they are after your people. Get them to their room, pack them up, and keep them under close guard. We will find out when the next aircraft is due to leave."

"What is your name Colonel?"

"I am Colonel Lucius Canyon, and this is Sergeant Paul Zachary. You can call the DIA headquarters, in San Diego, to verify our orders. Our call sign is "Autumnal Equinox."

"Thank you Colonel, if you would put your man in the lead, we will form a diamond around our charges."

"Sergeant Zachary, you have the point."

"Yes sir."

"Where would you like me Brodner?"

You take the right flank Colonel."

"Roger that."

The FBI contingent, got out of the aircraft, and with the aid of the Colonel and the Sergeant formed a diamond shape with Callie and Harold in the center. 

When Maxine, Cliff and his men exited the aircraft, they entered the center of the diamond, and put their bodies around their two new friends.

Harold objected. "They are going to be shooting at us. Don't do this; we don't want any of you to get hurt."

Maxine replied, "If they can't see you, they can't shoot at you?"

Cliff looked down at her and said, "Max, you're a head shorter than either of them. Exactly what are you protecting?"

"Cliff, I always knew you were an asshole. I'm protecting their genitals." 

Everyone had been looking for threats, until Max bested Cliff and his pointed remark. Everyone broke in laughter, and booed the Sergeant. 

Cliff stopped moving, and one of his men nearly walked up his back. If a man as black as coal could blush, Cliff would have invented a new, deeper shade.

"Cat got your tongue Cliff?"

"I don't know if it's a cat, but it sure was a little pussy."

"How would you know Cliff, you've never seen it."

"It's not for lack of trying Max. My ankles remind me of that every time they get down here."

"You should have been nicer to me the first time. I don't give any man a second chance."

"You Texas women are tough on us Missouri boys."

"Wrong again Cliff, we Texas women are tough on everyone."

Lucius asked Cliff, "Sergeant is she always this way, or is today 'Take on the biggest fella around' day."

"Sir, she is in a good humor today. If you see her with a wrench in her hand, playing around her airplane, don't get closer than 50 yards. Inside that range, she's deadly."

"Thank you for the warning Sergeant; I will keep my distance."

As they approached building 122, the Colonel yelled, "Sergeant Zachary, first-floor left flank."

"Yes sir."

"Agent Brodner, if I were you I would send someone to the first floor right flank to trap anyone who tries to escape."

"Right you are Colonel; Capozzi, First-floor right flank."

A few moments later both men exited opposite sides of the building, verify the floor was clear.

Brodner yelled for them to check all the floors in the building. 

"Brodner, I suggest you post a man at each entrance to the building, one man in the room with them, and two in the adjoining room. Post the rest of your men and the hallway to challenge whoever enters the floor. Check their identification and room assignment, before allowing them to pass. I am going to operations to get us eight seats on the next departing aircraft. I don't care if they have to leave the landing gear behind. We have to get these people to Christchurch, and then you can check with your boss to see where he wants you to take them. If I fail in my job, a woman in Washington is going to have my ass on her desk as a trophy."

"It's funny you should mention that Colonel. In Christchurch, Colonel Stanton had the same kind of orders to get us down here."

Canyon grimaced. "Why can't these damn Russians stay home, isn't Siberia cold enough for them."

"It's not that Colonel; we have better accommodations here."

"Good point; I'll be right back."

"Sergeant Zachary, anything happens to them while I'm gone, your balls are mine."

"I've become quite attached to them, sir."

"Then do your job correctly, and don't let anyone near those people."

"Roger that sir."

The Colonel jogged to the communications area, knowing the satellite was in the dark zone.

"I'm sorry sir, but we won't have a communications window for 10 hours 30 minutes."

"It's not your fault, seaman. I have an emergency concerning our two guests. As of three hours ago, four Russians have been reported 'missing' from their ship. We believe they are on their way here. Their ship is anchored too close to us for comfort, and without permission from the National Science Foundation. We believe they are coming here to kidnap Harold Chase. We have to get him and his wife out of here now. Where is the head of flight operations?

"Major Ximmerman is on the flight line, sir."

Colonel Canyon knew the best way to get a secret out was to tell an enlisted man in the communications area. Unless the message was on paper, marked as sensitive material or higher, the word was out to everyone on the base within moments.

********

Colonel walked out to the flight line and asked the first person he saw, "Where is Major Ximmerman?"

"He's by the nose of that aircraft, sir."

"Thank you, son."

Major Ximmerman, I have to talk to you."

Yes, I've been expecting you."

"How; I didn't tell anyone I was coming here?"

"Colonel this is a very small base. When the FBI forms a diamond around our two special guests, everyone knows the shit has hit the fan. Down here, when the shit hits the fan, it means someone has to get out of here in a hurry. What's going on?"

"We have a Russian ship 40 miles up the coast, where it's not allowed to be. Four Russian nationals have been reported missing from that ship. We believe they want to kidnap Harold Chase. They want what he knows about climate change. It will make them trillions of euros if they can get the technology to market before we do. We have to get him and his wife out of here yesterday."

"You're in luck Colonel. I accidentally forgot to load a pallet on this aircraft, which leaves room for eight people, and a sleeping area for Ms. Callie."

"She is a very lovely lady, but why the extra effort to make a space for her to lie down?"

"Her FBI minders didn't tell you she's pregnant?"

"If I didn't know, how the heck did the Russians find out? They would have used her and their baby to break him. He would give them his secrets on a silver platter to protect both of them. How soon can we leave?"

"In three hours if all goes well."

"Assuming our Russian friends are not walking 40 miles, how quickly could they get here?"

"No place down here is a straight 40 miles Colonel. The quickest way would be staying along the coast, but it's too easy to be seen. Coming overland it's at least 55 miles, and that is some tough sledding. They would have to carry extra fuel for the trip here and back."

"They could borrow one of your propeller driven aircraft for the trip home."

"Good point Colonel, I think I'll have our small aircraft disabled."

"Jerry, come here for a minute."

"Yes sir, how can I help you?"

"What is the simplest way to disable our three Twin Otters?"

"That's easy, major, but why would we want to do that?"

"We wouldn't want anyone to take a hostage, and fly away with them, would we?"

"No sir, not in one of my aircraft. I can remove a wheel from each of the landing gear, and put them up on Jack stands. When you need one of them to go, it will take us 10 minutes to make the aircraft flyable."

"Excellent thinking Jerry, take care of it, please. Let everyone know what's going on, and keep an eye out for people who don't belong here. They will be armed and dangerous, and I don't want anyone getting hurt."

Colonel Canyon asked, "Major, would they try to abscond in this big bird?"

"I would like to see them try sir. It takes a very highly skilled crew to fly an aircraft like this. First, they would have to figure how to get it off the ground, without knowing its weight and center of gravity. Second, the aircraft only carries enough fuel to get to Christchurch. They can't make it to Chile, or Argentina. If they did, there would be a reception committee that would throw them in jail, until they were extradited to the U.S., for air piracy, kidnapping, and a whole host of other crimes. Third, and most important, without the aid of the GPS, and computer flight damper packages, which the pilot installs after he gets into the flight deck, someone is going to have to fly this aircraft by hand. Doing that without the aid of the onboard computers, and try to keep it from falling out of the sky, with all that turbulence would be a real trick." 

"I would pay to be in an aircraft flying behind him, with a video camera, watching someone do it. After a few hours of wrestling with this Kodiak bear, you are going to get very tired, and lose."

"Major, I love your analogy, but let's just say I'm a very suspicious man. After you close the nose of this aircraft, and the flight crew, and the eight of us are secured aboard, I would like you to have the aircraft searched, from the ground up, and from the radar dome in the nose, to the flight data recorders in the tail, by men that you know personally. I don't want any nook or wheel well left unchecked. Mister Chase is worth more than all the gold in Fort Knox. I intend to deliver him safely home, and one day, maybe, I can turn my Eagle into a Star."

"If that day ever comes 'General,' and you need an adjutant, my name is Ximmerman, with a X. It does get cold down here, and I'm not getting any younger."

"What did you say your first name was, Major?"

"Frank sir, Frank Ximmerman."

"If that star ever lands on my shoulder, I'll give you a call Frank. Now let's get this big bird loaded. I want to get my precious cargo out of here, before something nasty happens."

Frank Ximmerman turned, clapped his hands, and yelled, "Let's move people. There is trouble brewing, and we have to get this bird off the ground soon. Help will be on the way shortly."

Frank turned to the Colonel and asked, "Can you send Cliff and his crew here to give us a hand?"

"I will double-time it back to the barracks and send them to you. They are good people, and they work better with sugar than with vinegar."

"Roger that sir."

********

At the safety of 34,000 feet, Colonel Canyon asked, "Harold, what is the name of your friend in South Carolina; the one whose wife flies airplanes for his company?"

"His name is Dycke Schneider. His wife's name is Payne. A more beautiful woman you will never meet in your lifetime."

"Ouch, Callie stop that it hurts. If you don't I'll take you over my knee and spank you in front of everyone."

"What do I look like Harold; a harpy? Do I look like something the cat dragged in? You really know how to make your wife feel insignificant."

Lucius said, "Harold, I can tell you have not been married long. You never, I repeat never say that another woman is prettier than your wife. The woman could look like one of God's Angels, and you would say that she comes a close second to your wife. No one on this planet is prettier, smarter, or a better cook than your wife. Even when she breaks wind, it smells like perfume. If she burns water, you will say you love it, because she is the best of the best."

Callie hit Harold again, and he screamed in pain. "Harold, listen to the man. I don't know how many times he's been married and divorced, but he finally has it right. He knows how to please a woman. Any woman he meets, and is fortunate enough to marry him, will be the beneficiary of all the women who came before her, and trained him."

"Trained me, HELL, they nearly killed me. I would rather go back to West Point, as a plebe, than get married again."

"What's her name Colonel?"

"Madeleine. Wait a minute, how did you know?"

"I'm not sure if I have this quote quite right, Colonel, but here goes; 'I think the gentle man doth protest too much."

Everyone sitting in the tight, confined area had a good laugh at the Colonel's expense. 

However, the Colonel would have the last laugh, because there was no 'Madeleine' in his life. He wanted everyone to feel like he was just one of the boys, on this trip to Christchurch.

He whispered to the loadmaster, "Sergeant, I have to speak to the pilot privately, but I don't want to leave this area for long. Is there any way I can do that?"

"Yes sir, follow me."

They threaded their way between huge crates until they reached the port side of the aircraft. The Sergeant picked up a phone, dialed a code, and told the communications officer that Colonel Canyon needed a private conversation with the pilot. He handed the phone to the Colonel and returned to the crew area.

"This is Lieutenant Morris, Colonel. We are on a private line, sir. How may I help you?"

"Lieutenant, I have to make a satellite transmission to my headquarters, in Washington. I have to let them know what is going on, and ask for instructions."




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 27



"Colonel, we don't have that capability, you will have to wait until we land."

"Lieutenant, I have that capability with me. I need to know if I will screw up your avionics. I don't want the airplane to fall out of the sky. It would ruin my day."

"It would ruin my day also, Colonel. How long before you are set up to transmit?"

"I will have to move to the rear of the aircraft, set up my satellite link, and code the message. That should take me 15 to 18 minutes."

"Colonel, you still have nothing to transmit to. How are you going to work that out?"

"Can you keep your mouth shut Lieutenant?"

"I don't even tell my wife what I'm doing."

"That's good enough for me. You will stay married longer that way. I never transmit through the U.S. Satellite Communication Net. I bounce my signal off a dead Russian satellite directly to a DIA satellite, which downloads it to our headquarters in Virginia. It takes about eight milliseconds longer to go this way, but it is much more secure."

The Lieutenant laughed. "You spooks are something else. You always have a trick up your sleeve. When you are ready to transmit, have your Sergeant tell the loadmaster that you are ready. I will turn off all the aircraft's computers and fly this beast by hand. Please don't stay online too long, or a lot of people are going to get airsick."

"How does 18 seconds sound to you? In 25 seconds, you can turn on your computers, and let them take over."

"That works for me Colonel, let me know when you're ready to begin."

"Thank you Lieutenant, I will take care of it."

As he reached the starboard side of the aircraft, he tapped the loadmaster on the shoulder and asked him to accompany him.

"Sergeant Zachary, you are with me; bring the gear."

"Yes sir."

Sergeant Zachary picked up the communications suitcase, and followed the Colonel down the starboard side of the aircraft. As they passed the rear portion of the wing Colonel stopped, turned and spoke to the loadmaster.

"Sergeant, look at your watch and memorize the time when the secondhand reaches the zero, say 'GO.'"

The Colonel and Sergeant Zachary both looked at their chronometers, and waited for the loadmaster to mark his time.

"GO."

The Colonel and the Sergeant hit a button on their chronometers.

"Sergeant you will walk at an even pace back to the crew area and sit down. In exactly 11 minutes, you will walk to the port side of the aircraft, pick up the telephone, and speak to the pilot. Tell him to turn off the aircraft's avionics. When he has turned them all off, tell him to bounce the airplane twice, and I will begin transmitting. 25 seconds later, tell him to turn the computers back on. Do you have all that, Sergeant?"

"Yes sir, every word of it."

"The timing is absolutely critical. I do not want to fry the aircraft's computers. If I do it is going to be a long and bumpy ride to Christchurch. According to your Lieutenant, there are going to be many people who are going to be airsick. I would hate for you and your men to have to clean it up."

"So would I sir; so would I."

"Okay Sergeant, this aircraft and the rest of our trip is depending on you. Wait until your watch hits twelve, and start moving."

The Sergeant looked seriously at his watch, and his head started to nod with each passing second. Seriously, he said, "Go."

********

Paul Zachary asked, "Why did you give us so much time, Colonel?"

"I had to be sure we could pick up the satellite and hold onto it from a moving aircraft. It's the first time I've tried it, and I don't want to screw it up. We have to contact our men, and get this message out."

"You've already encrypted it. It's going to be like shooting fish in a barrel."

"Paul, I hope you are right. I hope all our men are assembled in Leesville. I want them to slip into Fort Polk, and start training with the infantry battalions. I want all our people as sharp as the tip of the spear. Once we have Harold, Callie, and her FBI contingent out of our hair, we can take care of the business in St. Louis. If Schneider, can get his jet to New Zealand, on time, we won't have to take a commercial airline back to the states together. We will be asked too many questions, and our cover will be blown."

"Now you know why I follow your orders, sir, and don't ask you any questions. You are ten steps ahead of me at every turn."

"Maybe not ten, but I am supposed to be a little ahead of you. You have a great head on your shoulders, and you have proven that for the past 18 years. I don't carry deadwood Paul. You have risen to every test I have ever given you, and passed each one."

"Thank you sir, coming from you I consider that a greater compliment than any medal the Army could give me."

"Okay, let's get to work. He should be getting ready to walk to the phone now. Let's warm up the satellite transmitter, and load the program."

Lieutenant Morris bounced the airplane twice indicating he was flying the aircraft.

Sergeant Zachary hit a switch, and the small antenna started to servo in circles in an attempt to lock on to the dead Russian satellite. It refused.

After six seconds he said, "Sir, look at the legs; they're bouncing off the floor, because of the turbulence. Let's hold them down and see if the damn thing will settle down."

"Brilliant Sergeant, but who's going to hold the fifth and sixth legs?"

"Let's hope that four will do sir."

"I was going to say that next Paul. You stole my line."

"I'm sure it was unintentional sir."

"Shut up and grabbed the legs."

The antenna locked on the satellite, and the message was transmitted automatically. After a total of twenty-four seconds had passed, a green light flashed, indicating the message had been received in Leesville.

Shut it down Paul, before we fry the computers."

Due to the delay between powering up the computers, and loading the GPS and flight damper programs, 33 seconds had passed. If it had been instantaneous, Lieutenant Morris, and his copilot, would have been wrestling that bear for three hours, all the way to Christchurch, New Zealand.

"How did it go Lieutenant? We didn't fry anything, did we?"

"Smooth as a baby's rear end Colonel. I'm glad we could be of service."

"I am glad to hear that, because we had trouble zeroing in on the satellite. That took us a few more seconds than we anticipated, but I guess you anticipated that, and held off before turning the computers on."

The Lieutenant didn't want to say that he screwed up, or that it took time for the programs to load, so he took credit for the delay.

"Sir, there is always the possibility of something going wrong, even with the best laid plans. The aircraft was handling beautifully, and I was in no hurry to put it back on the computers. Giving you an extra ten seconds to make sure you accomplished your mission was no problem up here."

"It made all the difference to us. Thank you very much for all your help."

*******

117. A Small Diversion

Dycke Schneider received a phone call from a man who claimed to be an assistant to FBI Director Michael Free, and asked if he could perform a service for the agency.

After receiving the message, Dick said he would work on it immediately. 

In Mexico City, Payne was just getting ready to leave for Charleston, when he called.

"Hello twerp, I was just getting ready to come home. That communications billionaire is all hands and no brains. He knows I'm married, and didn't give a shit. All during the trip, he wanted me out of the flight deck, and into my pants."

"Would it have sealed the deal?"

"Dycke, you are dead man."

"If he touched you, he would have been a dead man."

"That is a much better attitude, dummy."

"You know, for a man who just had his balls cut off so you wouldn't have any more children, you are being very nasty to me."

"They did not cut off your balls. It only feels that way. If anyone is going to cut them off, it will be me, and I won't use an anesthetic."

"When you get home, the cheeks of your ass are going to be so red you won't be able to sit in a cockpit for a month."

"Do you promise, do you really promise?"

"I promise you the entire world, and you want your ass spanked."

"You better not be fooling with my affections. You know how angry I can get."

"I have a favor to ask of you. I need you to pick up Harold, Callie, and her escorts and bring them back here."

"Absolutely, I will love to hear about their honeymoon. Where are they?"

"It will keep you away from home for a few more days."

"I'll do it, Dycke. Where are they?"

"You really don't have to do it, I can get someone else."

"Dycke, if you don't tell me where they are, I'm going to go home first, beat the shit out of you, and then go get them."

"Okay, but remember, I gave you the way out."

"I swear if you don't tell me where I am going, I am going to kill you."

"Christchurch, New Zealand!"

"What, you are going to get killed. That's 7000 miles away from Mexico City; 9,000 miles away from Charleston. You tricked me. You are never getting laid again. I am going to find that Mexican bastard, and let him fuck me. I hate you Dycke Schneider. You are going to keep me away from my children for four more days. I think I'll come home by way of Singapore. I understand they have shops there that cater to people with BDSM tendencies. I am going to create some new ones just for you."

"Payne, I am taping this conversation. I will play it for our divorce lawyers. I offered you multiple ways to get out of going to pick our friends up. I told you I would have someone else do it. I told you that you would be late coming home. I don't remember how many times I warned you not to go. You kept saying you wanted to pick up Harold and Callie; and how much fun you would have listening to their honeymoon stories."

"You would divorce me over that?"

"You just threaten to murder me. I would have to protect myself and my business interests. There is no telling what harm you could do. Nearly 40,000 people depend on me for their paychecks. I would have a choice of continuing to live with a person who threatens my life, or continuing to employ forty thousand hard-working men and women. Honestly, what would you do?"

"Dycke, you are bastard."

"You know my mother and father, so you know I'm not the bastard. Payne, you are on the verge of being a murderess. What would you have me do? You are the love of my life. I loved you from the moment I first saw you. However, I will not let you kill me. Our children will need at least one parent to raise them, while the other is in jail.

"Dycke, I would never kill you. It would take the fun out of beating the crap out of you."

"If you will put that in writing, I will not divorce you."

What happens if I'm lying?"

"If you are lying, I will have to do what Bob and Fiona taught me over the years, without holding back. You remember how much fun that was, don't you?"

"The last time you did that to me was the day before our wedding. It was no fun for me, because you were sitting on my back, after you nearly broke my arm."

"You would have looked beautiful coming down the aisle in that gorgeous gown, and a cast on your arm."

"Fuck you Dycke.

"That option is always available to you dear. Now, Payne, answer my question: Do you want to pick up Harold and Cassie in New Zealand, or not?"

"Yes, Dycke, I will get them, but you are going to owe me big time when I get back."

"I am not. I offered you a way out and you refused."

"I hate you Dycke Schneider."

"I love you Payne Schneider."

That's cheating Dycke."

No, it's the truth."

"You can't say that when we're arguing."

"We weren't arguing. I was having fun at your expense. I knew where Harold and Callie were, and watched you put both of your big feet into your big mouth."

"You don't play fair Dycke."

"I seem to remember you saying that on many occasions, and on each of those occasions, I had the pleasure of taking your delicious ass for a ride."

"We will see about that when I get home."

"They need you in New Zealand as quickly as possible, babe. Someone is after them, again."

"Why didn't you say so in the first place? Sometimes, Dycke, I think your dick is between your ears."

"When you get back, I will be healed enough to prove that you are wrong."

"Sex, Sex, Sex. Is that all you men ever think about?"

"No, but I believe it is nine times every minute."

"You are in such deep trouble, mister. If you didn't love me, and give me three beautiful children, the balcony would not be a safe place for you."

"Payne, I am recording this conversation."

"Good! It will show the judge and jury that I was driven insane by my husband. Now leave me alone, I have just arrived at my Pink airplane. I have to file a flight plan to Christchurch."

"You already did, dear."

"You were that sure of me?"

"There was never a doubt in my mind."

"I must've been a real easy lay, because you have never gotten me wrong yet."

"You are the easiest lay I have ever had. You are also the only lay I have ever had."

"Me too, at least we have something in common."

"We have three children in common."

"Okay we have two things in common."

"We live in the same apartment."

"Dycke, hang up before you get into more trouble than you can handle."

"Bring it on babe; I will finish it in bed when you get home."

"You are not playing fair Dycke."

"I love you Payne."

"Hang up Dycke, I am about to start the engines. Take care of the children; I'll see you in three days."

"I thought you said four days?"

"I lied. Good by twerp. I love you. Tell Harold I will be there in Ten hours and ten minutes.

"I can see your red ass in my minds' eye already, my love.

"Don't you tease me; I will be very angry with you, if you are."

"Have a safe trip, sweetheart. I love you, and I will continue to train you, until I get it perfect."

"That's it Dycke, you are definitely a dead man. Your ass gets hit by the paddle's first."

"With your puny arms my dear, I won't feel a thing. Now, go fly your toy, and pick up our friends before something bad happens to them."

"We will see about my puny arms when I get home Mister. You may have to stay home from work for a week when I get through with you. I am hanging up now, because we are starting to taxi out to the runway. Good by twerp, I still love you."

"I'll warm up the paddle."

118. There's Been A Changes in Attitude

Finals were rapidly approaching. Sandy called her mother and told her Cindy and she would not be coming home for the weekend. They had so much studying to do they did not believe they would ever be finished on time.

Sharon sounded very sympathetic to their plight. "I understand baby. I know you want to do this without your dad's help. I can understand your refusing his offer to teach you how to take these exams. You are young women now, and want to do this on your own. I cannot tell you how proud I am of you for taking this moral stand. I look forward to seeing you whenever you have time to come home."

"Fuck, I forgot about his offer."

Sharon said, "That's one misdemeanor Sandy."

"Wait a minute, I'm not at home."

"You are talking to your mother, are you allowed to talk to your mother that way?"

"Shit, no I am not."

"That's two misdemeanors little one."

"Mom that's not fair. I'm 18 miles away from you, and you are treating me like I am at home."

"You have to learn to control your mouth when you are talking to an adult. If you wish to speak to me or your father, speak with respect, or don't call us."

"Mom, you are a pain in the ass."

"I certainly will be when you get home young lady."

"That's not close to being funny mom."

"It was not meant to be funny. It was meant to drive my message home to you. Did it?"

"Yes mother, it did."

"Twenty smacks on your sweet rear end will make an indelible impression on your mind to watch your mouth missy. My wedding is 2 ½ weeks away. You will be spending Christmas and New Year's at your Uncle Clark's home. Foul or offensive language will embarrass your father and me greatly. It will be an unforgivable offense. Do you understand?"

"Mother, there is one thing the girls and I would never we do. We would never embarrass you. Our lives have become idyllic, since you and dad got together. We have become a stable loving family. It is fun to come home and be together. I'm not talking about the sex, which is wonderful. I'm talking about the fun we have at the dinner table, and talking together. The day you shoved the dildo up daddies behind was the funniest day of all. In any other family, all hell would have broken loose; but not with us. It was funny, and everyone, especially daddy, took it that way. There were no repercussions, no anger, just laughter. The look on his face was priceless. If we had a picture, I would' have put the look on his face on YouTube, and received a million postings, wondering what had happened to him."

"Thank goodness we didn't have a camera out. If you're uncle Clark had seen that picture, he would castigate your father for years. When should we expect you home sweetheart?"

"How did you know we changed our minds?"

"Tell Cindy, if she wants to whisper in your ear, to use the ear away from the phone."

"I am sure he has it wrong mother. She cannot possibly be the smarter sister."

"Finals are coming. Your grades will prove if your father is incorrect or correct. Don't forget to do all the extra credit questions this time."

"For how many years am I going to hear about that?"

"I think I will say those words with my final breath."

"Mother, that is far from being funny."

"Darling, I think you said that already."

"Goodbye mother, you'll never guess what Cindy wants for dinner."

"Tell her she's getting Burger King."

Cindy yelled, "I can get that here at school."

Sharon said, "Tell your sister that it's her choice."

"Mom said it's your choice."

"Fuck, I hate when she does that to me."

"Tell your sister that's one."

With a big grin she said to Cindy, "Mom wants me to tell you that is one misdemeanor."

"Screw her, I'm not at home."

"Tell your sister that is three misdemeanors, and if she opens her mouth one more time, it will be a felony."

"Mom don't do that to her. Christmas is coming."

"Tell that to your sister."

"Cindy, listen to me carefully. Mom said that is three misdemeanors, and if you open your mouth to her one more time, it becomes a felony. Do you know what that means with Christmas coming?"

Indignantly, Cindy said, "Yes."

Sandy screamed at her sister. "I couldn't hear you. Say it again."

In a slightly louder voice Cindy said, "Yes, I understand."

"I still didn't hear you. If you piss me off one more time I'm going to grab you by your hair and swing you around this room, until it falls out. Say it out loud."

Cindy screamed at the top of her lungs. "Yes mom, I understand that it's three misdemeanors. If I talk back to you one more time it becomes a felony. I am sorry. My mouth overloaded my brain, as usual."

"Give her the phone Sandy."

"Hi mom, I'm sorry about that."

"Cindy, I don't believe you are sorry for one minute. I think if you could get away with it again, you would. I am not going to speak to Fred about this. My wedding is coming up shortly, and I don't want him getting angry. If you do anything else between now and then, you will not be part of our wedding party. You may say so what to me now; however, in years to come, when people look at our pictures, they are going to ask why you aren't in them. I will let you give that explanation. When you finish lying, I will tell them the true story. Get your act together Cindy. I don't know what's bothering you, but if you want to talk, I am always available. If you want to talk to Fred, he is always available. Nothing that you tell us will ever leave this house. We are friends, but more than that, we are, and always will be FAMILY."




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 28



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

THIS IS A NOVEL!

118. A Shot In The Dark

The operating room was massive. The walls were lined with inch thick lead and there were signs and lights on the outside that warned people not to enter without the appropriate protective garments. The stadium seating 15 feet above the operating theater was filled with doctors, students, and medical professionals from the FDA waiting to see this new procedure. The machines were massive and connected to 30-ton air-conditioners to keep them cool.

Patricia was the smallest item in the room. He was covered from her throat to her toes with a lead blanket. She was strapped down so she could not move a muscle. Her head was in a mesh helmet that was strapped to the table and each grid numbered. The table had a cooling system to keep her from overheating. She had not been put to sleep yet, because her doctors were still studying the positioning of the machines. Micro millimeters could mean all the difference between success and failure.

The Chief Neurosurgeon, Doctor Melvin Coren walked around the machines and with a grave look on his face. "Patty, we are ready. It will not take us more 2 minutes to do this procedure. We are going to put you into a very light sleep. The only reason for putting you to sleep is the noise the machine makes when we turn it on. It is deafening and we wear noise protectors to cover our ears. We are going to do our best for you, and when you wake up, we will be able to tell you the results. You will know right away if we got it all."

Doctor Nall walked over to her and looked into her eyes. "Patty, remember what I told you. Regardless of what happens here, when you wake up, you will still be Patricia Parent Valentino. No one else will emerge."

"Joyce, I'm frightened."

"Patty, if you weren't frightened, you wouldn't be human. Good night baby, you'll feel a burning in your hand in a second, they just gave you the sedative. Count back from 10."

"10, 9, 8, 7, 6..."

"She is under Doctor Coren."

"Bring the blowers to full; ear protectors on; turn on the machines."

"Doctor Mizell, clamp the patient's head at 31.73° left, and 16.24° down. Mark the spots and take an x-ray."

"Everyone stepped back, x-ray is complete; film in 1 minute."

After looking at the x-ray Doctor Coren said, "Turn her head .13 degrees up, .02 degrees left."

"Patient's head is now at 31.86 degrees left, 16.26 degrees down"

"Take an x-ray and verify position."

One moment later, "Position is verified. We are on target."

"Take an MRI and verify the machines position."

Patty was already in the tunnel so she did not have to be moved. The noise was deafening, but she had the yellow sponge earplugs in to lessen the noise.

"The machine is on target with the revisions, Doctor."

"Young lady, billions of dollars of research is riding on you. Please help us."

"Machines to 99%, everyone get behind the shields and report."

"Power and backup power is nominal."

"X-ray is ready."

"MRI is ready."

Doctor Coren said, "Bring the lights to minimum."

"Power output to maximum."

"On my mark, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, execute."

To anyone in the outside world it looked like nothing was happening. Everyone in the operating theater, and stadium seating knew otherwise. 15 seconds passed, 20 seconds, 30 seconds, 35 seconds, 40 seconds, and the machines powered down automatically.

Doctor Coren said calmly, "X-ray, Mri, Bring her up, change her gown, and give her some juice."

Moments later; "Where are those films."

"X-ray is coming out of the machine now Doctor. MRI will be a few more moments."

Doctor Coren put the x-ray on the lighted glass panel, and studied it under a large magnifying glass. "Dammit, we didn't get it all people. We did well; but we did not get it all. Scott, measure it for me against the original and tell me how much is left. Would you want to take a look at this Doctor Nall?"

"You bet Doctor, she is my patient. I want to tell her if she lives or dies."

She looked at the x-ray and marveled at the change.

"12% remaining Doctor Coren"

"Doctor Coren, what are you complaining about? You took that tumor from the size of a grain of rice down to the size of a couple of grains of sand. Chemotherapy will kill those in 6 months to a year. Your machines are a medical marvel, congratulations. This girl will live a full and happy life thanks to you and your team."

"Thank you Doctor Nall; will you put that in writing for the FDA. They have been down our throats for the past 4 months about funding this operation."

"They are out of their mind Doctor. This is the future of medicine. No longer will we have to damage brain cells to kill tumors. Do you think it will work on other cancers as well?"

"Joyce, we have to walk before we can run. We have to get this approved for brain surgery first. Then we will look all the other types of malignancy that plagues our world."

"Doctor Coren, she's coming around."

Patty's eyes blinked open, and when she was able to focus she saw Doctor Nall smiling.

"Patty, it worked. They got about 88% of it. The rest we can get with chemotherapy. It will take 6 months to a year, but you will be cured. You will live that long and happy life you wanted with Stephano, and your girls. Congratulations, I am so happy for you."

Patty smiled and tried to speak but couldn't. She grabbed her throat as if it was sore. Doctor Nall asked for some juice. Patty drank it rapidly. She tried to speak. She couldn't.

Doctor Nall turned and called Doctor Coren.

"Doctor, we have a problem. She can't speak."

The entire operating room staff ran back towards her.

Patty was becoming very agitated when Doctor Coren said to her, "Patty, we don't know what went wrong, but we will find out. Don't make me sedate you. It will be easier to find the problem with you awake. Help me, so I can help you."

She settled down, and nodded her head.

Doctor Coren asked, "Patty can you use a computer?"

Patty looked at him as if he was crazy.

Doctor Nall intervened. "Doctor, the president declared her a national treasure because of her skills with a computer."

"Okay, put her in a wheelchair, and let's take her to the speech lab to find out what's going on. Bring that x-ray and MRI with us. Call Doctor Santana and have her meet us there."

Doctor Nall said, "I have to go tell the family what is going on. I will meet you in the speech lab."

William, Jemma, and Stephano were in the executive lounge of the hospital waiting for news of the operation. When Doctor Nall walked in, they swarmed all over her.

"I have some great news, I have some good news, and I have some worrisome news. Which do you want first?"

They all said, "I'll take the great news."

"Doctor Coren and his team killed 88% of the tumor."

Stephano did not know how to take it so he asked, "If that's the great news, what is the good news?"

"We can kill the other 12% with chemotherapy."

The screaming, dancing and shouting started in the room. Patty would be with them for a very long time. They looked at Doctor Nall whose head was hanging down a little.

"Okay Doctor, what's wrong. What is the worrisome news?"

"It is probably only a temporary setback, but we don't know why it happened. Patricia cannot talk. They are taking her to the speech lab for some tests. Doctor Santana will take over her care from there. Doctor Coren and his staff will go over the complete record of the nuclear test to see what happened with a fine toothcomb. We will have an answer in a few days, unless her voice comes back naturally."

Stephano asked, "Can I see her?"

"I don't know what the protocol is in this hospital. Why don't you come with me, and I will find out."

She looked at William and Jemma and said, "William, they did a superb job on Patty. They took every precaution. They were precise to the millimeter. I could not have asked for more, if I were on the table."

"Thank you Doctor; go to my daughter, she needs you by her side."

********

As they walked into the Speech lab, Patty was walking around with the help of an aide. The doctors were huddled around the x-ray and MRI of her head and discussing the possibilities of what may have happened.

Doctor Coren said to the others, "The answer is not here. It's in the nuclear lab. We have to go there and go through every line of code and every piece of film to see where we went wrong. The FDA will close us down if we can fix this."

Stephano walked towards Patty, as a line of doctors and technicians walked out the door.

She smelled him, before she heard him. She turned and grabbed him as he approached her.

He laughed. "I see I won't be able to sneak up on you anymore since you've lost your voice temporarily. Your sense of hearing and smell has increased in sensitivity. Doctor Nall has told us about your operation, and that you will be with me and our girls for a very long time. I could take advantage of you now and say nasty things. You would not be able to say anything back at me. I think I'll wait until we get home to do that."

Patty smiled at him, and stomp on his foot.

"Dammit Patty, I was only joking with you, when are you going to realize that?"

She wrote in her hand a one and two zeroes.

"100 days," he replied.

Patty shook her head 'No.'

"Oh, I know, 100 years."

Patty nodded her head, and kissed his chin.

"It is so nice communicating with you this way. I can't get yelled at."

She punched him in the stomach and he folded in half.

"Patty, for God's sake, I am joking with you. Give me a break."

She wrote in her hand, "NO!"

"Do they have a computer in here you can use?"

She shrugged her shoulders.

"Stay here, I'll find out."

Stephano asked Patty's aid if they had a computer she could use so they could converse with one another. She took them to the side of the lab where she found an old Apple Computer. Patty looked at it, looked at Stephano, shrugged, and sat down.

She finished typing the sentence and the computer was trying to catch up with her. "Steph, this is the machine that Steve Jobs built about 17 years ago, and made his name and fortune on."

When the machine finally finished typing out that sentence, Stephano looked at his wife and said, "Patty, I love you."

Misty eyed she typed, "I love you Steph. We will be together for a long time, just like my mother promised."

"Your mother has never lied to either one of us. She warned you about my mother and father. She warned you about the '4 Families' trying to drag me back in to the business. She told you about our babies. Even if you can never talk again, I will take you the way you are, as long as I can keep you by my side. I will give you a bell, a whistle, or whip to get my attention. As long as I have you, I will be the happiest man on this planet."

"I won't be able to talk to my babies."

"We will teach them to read very quickly. You'll write everything to them on a computer, and I will help them answer you. You will be able to do all your work on your computers. All your programing with Harold and coordination with Dycke will be done by video. You will never be out of touch. You will be alive and vibrant. You will not be the person you feared the most. You will be my wife, until I fuck you to death."

"Is it still sleeping?"

"Don't you start with me Patricia; you do have a private room."

"A girl can hope. It has been a long time, remember?"

"You ran away from me again!"

"You didn't come to help, when Brad was after me."

"You were mentally disturbed."

"You are male chauvinist pig, and your feelings were hurt. You wanted Brad to catch me, and spank me. You forgot how strong I am, and so did he."

Stephano shook his head in defeat. "Do you want to continue arguing, or do you want to get laid?"

"No, I do not want to get laid. I want to make love with my husband; if that thing of his ever wakes up."

"Stay here, I will be right back."

"Where else would I go?"

**********

"Doctor Santana, I am Stephano Valentino. My wife is finished for today. She's very tired and I'm taking her to her room. I am calling her father and sister. They will join us up there. You can continue testing her tomorrow morning at a reasonable hour. Thank you for your consideration and have a good day looking over her tests."

"Mister Valentino, we are not finished yet."

"Yes you are Doctor."

**********

The aid pushed Patty to the executive wing, where William and Jemma were still waiting for news. Stephano walked in and said, "Dad, I have someone here to see you."

Patty jumped out of the wheelchair and into her father's waiting arms. Tears flowed from both of them; tears of happiness and joy.

"Patricia, please don't ever do this to me again. First you get lost on me, and then you scare me to death by having cancer in the worst area of your body. A spanking is too good for you. I should tie you in chains and never let you out of my sight again."

Patty shrugged her shoulders, and pretended to write something on her hand.

William smiled, looked at Jemma and Stephano, and said, "Isn't it wonderful when you win an argument with her by default?"

Stephano yelled, "Dad, look out."

Patty punched her father in the stomach. He recoiled backwards, two steps, while recovering from the pain.

Jemma put her arm around Patty and kissed her head. "That will keep his big mouth shut for a while."

"I'm sorry dad; I tried to warn you. I did that to her in the lab, and received the same treatment. She is not happy when you taunt her, and she retaliates in the only way she can."

"Thanks Steph, I remember that for the next time."

"We can take her up to her room now. Would you like to join us?"

"No, we have to go home and take care of Junior. His nurse just called and he is having a fit because he's hungry. He doesn't like the bottle; he likes to take his meals from the source."

Patty put her head near Jemma's breast, and made a sucking motion with her mouth.

Jemma laughed. "Yes Patty, he has made it his goal to get me back to a 38D or possibly less."

"He'd better not. I liked you the way I met you on the airplane. No son of mine had better change you or he and I are going to have a long discussion."

"Can't you see it now Patty; William talking to William Junior about the size of his mother's breasts. I think I will set up a camera and videotape it for future generations. I will play it for birthdays, anniversaries, and weddings. I think it will go over very well, don't you?"

Patty nodded her head several times, and smiled.

"Jemma, Junior is nearly 4 months old; and you should be fully healed inside. I think I will take out the paddles, just to remind you who is in charge of our household."

"Do you mean it's not junior?"

"No, today he goes into his own room. Daddy and mommy are going to play again."

"You better be careful sir, I am not on the pill yet. Doctor Stephanopoulos wanted me to wait a while longer, because my blood tests were not back to normal. I see Doctor Heightman in 2 weeks."

"We will pick up Texas size condoms on the way home."

Jemma whispered into Patty's ear, but loud enough for everyone on the first three floors of the hospital to hear, "Someone is bragging."

"Jemma, I don't need condoms to spank you."

"Promises, Promises, all I get from you lately, are Promises, William."

"We will see about that when we get home my dear."

"Patty, if I see you tomorrow with a big smile on my face and with an inability to sit down, you will know why."

Patty kissed her sister, and applauded. She kissed her father, and waved goodbye.

Stephano stood behind her, and held her tightly in his arms as her family departed the plush suite. He kissed her, and helped her into the wheelchair.

"Now it's our turn to remember each other's bodies. I will kill the person who interrupts us."

Patty pointed between his legs and spread her thumb and forefinger two inches apart. She looked at him questioningly, and waited for a reply.

"You bitch. You always were a bitch. I think that's why I liked you in the first place. You annoyed me in Central Park, and I was hard the entire time. Yes dear, I will be able to perform my husbandly duty, when we are alone. I won't have to ask you to be quiet, because you have no choice at this point. Actually, this would be the perfect time for me to fuck you in the ass. You might be in pain, but you wouldn't be able to scream. No, I am not going to do it, because we made a bargain. I am just going to fuck you, change that, I am going to make love with you, until your eyes cross, and you cum so hard, they are going to have to change the sheets on your bed."

Patty smiled, applauded, and kissed her husband. She mouthed the word, "GO," and they were off to her suite on the fourteenth floor.

**************

Stephano handed in her chart at the nurses' station, and asked where her private duty nurse was.

Nurse Timmons was called to the desk, and advised her patient had returned.

Stephano asked Timmons if there was anything Patty was going to require in the next hour. The nurse checked her chart carefully and said, "No."

"I want you to sit outside our door. My wife and I will be indisposed for the next hour. No one is to come in our room unless you hear a gun shot. Neither one of us has a weapon with us, so the likelihood of that is zero. I want you to have a change of sheets, extra towels, and a gown for my wife ready, when I opened the door."

"Yes sir, I will have everything ready."

Stephano closed the door, and found Patty looking out the window. He untied the three bows that held the hospital gown together, pushed it off her shoulders, and watched it fall to the ground. He kissed her neck, her ears, and her shoulders, while his hands roamed around her breasts. She leaned back into him, and moaned. His left hand moved to her abdomen, and he said sweetly, "Hello my children are we comfy?"

He couldn't see it, but Patty had a huge grin on.

He knelt down behind her, and worshiped her ass. He licked it, kissed it, and nipped it. In all his frolicking around during his academic career, he had never seen anything as beautiful or as perfect. His Patty was perfect, well almost. Her body was like Aphrodite, her mind like Pythagoras, and her mouth, oh that mouth of hers. He wanted it back, but he didn't mind this quiet respite. If he told her that, she would rip him apart, layer by layer, and feed him pieces of his heart, while he was still alive. She did have a mean streak in her, and it wasn't to be tested. (Brad had tested it too often.)

He put Patty's hands on the windowsill, and pulled her hips back towards him. He spread her thighs and his tongue went straight to her vagina. Her body shuddered, her head reared back and fluid exploded from the depths. She loved this feeling, and she desired it, desperately.

Stephano said, "Someone missed me."

Patty picked up a foot and kicked him.

"One day I am going to remember that you have not fully developed a sense of humor."

Patty picked up the foot again, but Stephano grabbed it. "Once is enough, baby. I received your message loud and clear. No more jokes, I promise."

He continued feasting on her vagina using his tongue, while his hands roamed up and down her flanks. When her knees began to buckle under the strain of another oncoming orgasm, he lifted her up and placed her across her bed.

Her hands grabbed ahold of his hair, as he continued tormenting her sex. Her hips ground against his face, as his tongue searched her depths, and the bridge of his nose pressed against her clitoris.




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 28



Her body arched off the bed, and in a silent scream of release, she came for the second time. She was sated, but not exhausted. She was excited at what was to come. She pulled Stephano up to her mouth. She kissed him, and tasted herself all over his face.

Then she realized he was still fully dressed, and she hit him on the top of his head.

"What did I do wrong?"

She pointed at his clothes, pointed at her head and shrugged.

"Oh, I'm dressed. I wanted to take care of you first. I will take care of that right now."

She sat on her knees watching her second favorite thing; watching Stephano undress. Her favorite thing was coming up. He was going to get in bed with her, and they were going to make love. It had been a very long time.

It was a standard hospital twin bed, which was going to make movement a little tricky. When Stephano sat on the edge of it, she grabbed his shoulders, pushed him down, and jumped on top of him. She signed to him that he was going to be on the bottom, she was going to be on the top.

"Patty that's not fair. I have waited as long as you have; I want to be on top."

She signed, "First me, second you."

"You better not punk out on me, and fall asleep when you finish. I will screw you in your sleep."

Patty nodded her head in agreement. She held his head, and kissed him fiercely. She rotated her body and found his penis only slightly erect. She took it in her hand and wiggled it.

"It's called control Patty. If I didn't have control over myself, I would have cum in my pants a long time ago."

She bit the tip of his glans and he shouted, "Bitch!"

She kissed it, licked it, placed it in her mouth, and suckled it, as William Junior suckled on Jemma's breast.

"Oh God, Patty, this is going to be quick."

She began pushing his staff deep, then deeper into her throat, until her lips touched his hair. She stopped, constricted the muscles of her throat until his dick felt like it was in a steel vice. She moved her head up and down twice, and he yelled, "I'm cumming!"

If he were not so deep in her throat, she would have drowned. The amount of semen he poured into her throat never seemed to stop. Spurt after spurt of that life-giving fluid would not produce any children today.

As she felt his member softening, she began to withdraw it slowly, suctioning the remaining droplets from its tip. She turned to look at her husband. He was unconscious. She giggled silently, turned, and crawled into his arms.

Sometime later, he awoke to the sound of the shower. He looked at his watch and became livid with himself. How could he have done something so juvenile?

Patty walked out the bathroom towel drying her hair. She saw him sitting up in the bed. She showed him the note she left for him.

"Husband: I did not punk out, you did. You failed to perform your husbandly duty, after a quick blowjob. For a man with your great wealth of experience, and CONTROL, I expected more of you. I wonder if Brad could teach you a thing or two. I will ask him when we get home. You left me High and Dry, Patricia."

"Patty, that is not fair. For the past seven weeks I have done nothing but worry about you. First we have an argument over nothing. You disappeared for more than a month. We get back together, but your head is split open, and has to be put back together with super glue. Then they find a tumor in your brain, and I think I'm going to lose you again. I just lost my entire family, now they were going to take you away from me. I haven't eaten or slept properly in months. I'm sorry I disappointed you."

She showed him a second note she had written for him.

"Husband: When are you going to develop a sense of humor?"

He looked at the note, looked at her, and looked at the note again. He crumpled it in his hand, looked at her, and said, "I don't like you Patricia."

He approached her menacingly, but she pointed at her wrist trying to indicate the time. It was well past the hour he had given her nurse.

"Fuck!"

Patty smiled, and wrote down on the pad, "Too late now!"

"I really don't like you now."

She wrote on her pad, "Poor baby."

As she turned away to go back into the bathroom, he smacked her hard on her ass. She turned to scream at him, but nothing came out of her mouth. She picked up her pad, and in bold letters she wrote, "BASTARD!"

***********

Doctor Coren and his staff were going over the reams of paper looking for any anomaly that happened during the procedure. Radiologists were pouring over each film that was taken while the procedure was in progress. After two days of searching, they had come up with nothing.

Doctor Santana had finished Patty's exams and as far as speech pathology was concerned, she was fine.

Doctor Nall went to see Patty to give her the news.

"Patty, we still don't know what went wrong. There is no sense for you to stay in the hospital. You are healthy as far as I am concerned. You won't start chemotherapy for at least three months. My advice is for you to go home and rest. Doctor Coren and his staff will continue to work on your case relentlessly. If they do not solve what happened to you, over a billion dollars in research funding will have gone down the drain. The FDA will close them down permanently. I hope that does not happen, after the miracle I saw them perform on you."

Patty wrote down, "If it's in the computer, I can help them."

"Patty, it's all medical information. You won't know what it means."

Patty wrote down her favorite sentence. "WANT TO BET?"

Doctor Nall closed her eyes. "I hate you Patty. I hate you more than any other person on this planet. I'll speak to Doctor Coren, and see what he says."

Patty wrote, "I'll take you with us on the rocket when we leave."

"I really hate you Patty."

Patty smiled and kissed Doctor Nall's hand.

********

Much to her surprise, Doctor Coren gave his approval for Patricia to help. "We have run into a brick wall. We can't find anything that went wrong. The procedure was 100% effective. We were right on target. If she is as good with a computer as you say she is, maybe she can spot something we missed."

They wheeled Patricia in to the meeting room, in street clothes. Doctor Coren, and his staff, discussed her case with her at length. When she had a question, she typed it into her computer, and all the doctors read it on theirs. The discussion lasted a little less than one hour.

Then something happened, the doctors never expected. Patty laid down the ground rules for her help:

1. She wanted total access to the hospital's mainframe.

2. When she was working at a computer, no one but Stephano was allowed within 3 feet of her. If they wanted to watch what she was doing, they could look at another monitor.

3. Computer printouts were to be on another floor. The noise disturbed her concentration.

4. While she was working, all she ate was chocolate chip ice cream milk shakes. The better the ice cream, the better she worked. Make sure the hospital does not run out of it.

5. I don't sleep while I'm working. I pass out at the panel. No one is allowed to touch me, except Stephano. Have a mattress on the floor, and the blanket. I should wake up within two hours. I will take care of my needs, drink a shake, and go back to work."

Doctor Coren asked, "Is that all you want?"

Patty typed, "Can you tie me in to a Cray 5 computer?"

"We have a Cray 4 in the basement, will that do?"

Patty typed, "YESSSS!!! I want to sit right next to it."

Doctor Coren looked at his colleagues and asked, "Have you ever seen anyone get so excited over a computer?"

An older doctor said, "I remember when I got my first computer; I played Pong for hours."

The members of the staff who remembered Pong laughed.

Stephano said, "Doctors, when she is working with a computer, she and the computer become one. I have watched her do it twice. She did it here in New York, and in Colorado Springs, at Cray headquarters. The scientists, who make these incredible machines, were in awe of her skills. People, including members of our own CIA have tried to kill, or kidnap her four times, because of what she can do with a computer. Do as she asks, and if there is a flaw in your machines, caused by a computer malfunction, she will find it."

Doctor Coren said, "Mrs. Valentino, let me show you to your workstation."

The guard allowed them into the computer area and immediately Patty wrote down, "It's too warm in here. It should be between 60 and 65 degrees here.

The Director of the Computer Division, Joe Bishop, looked at the thermostat and said, "Its 69° down here. The machine will work just fine."

Patty wrote, "How much will it cost per day to lower the temperature of this room 4° for one year, as opposed to having the Cray off-line for a week while it's being repaired."

Joe Bishop started to say something but Stephano stepped in front of him.

"Mister Bishop, please don't piss her off. You will regret it for the rest of your life if you do. If you don't believe me, ask Doctor Nall."

Bishop turned and looked at Doctor Joyce Nall, who shook her head.

"Who the fuck does your wife thinks she is?"

"All I will say Mister Bishop is she is not someone to be trifled with."

"Okay, I'll lower the fucking temperature in here."

Patty put her patient number into the computer and her file lit up the screen. Doctors were hovering over her shoulders when she stopped typing on the keyboard. She looked over her right, and left shoulders and growled. Everyone backed off.

She started slowly, digesting every word, and then her fingers started flying across the keyboard. She was writing code before their very eyes. Ones and zeroes flew across the screen and the Florinert in the mighty Cray computer started bubbling as it began to work harder.

Joe this up looked and asked Stephano, "What the heck is she doing to my computer?"

"She's making it work for a living."

"It works every day, and I've never seen it heat up like that."

"In that case Mister Bishop, I would make the room a little cooler, because she just started working."

Soon it was just the two of them, the doctors had work to do, and Joe Bishop was freezing.

After two hours had passed Stephano went to the cafeteria and made Patty her first milkshake. He also brought a couple of light blankets to throw over her shoulders and his, because it was cold in that room.

He put the straw by her lips and she took a giant sip. She looked up at him, nodded her head, and pursed her lips waiting for a kiss. She did not have to wait long at all. His lips found hers instantly, and didn't leave until she pushed him away. She took another sip of her milkshake, and went back to work.

He lined up three chairs and laid down on them with his head by her hands. If she needed him, he would be right there. He fell into a light comfortable sleep, listening to her type away on her keyboard.

She woke him up every few hours for her milkshake, and he lay down and went back to sleep. It became routine.

After twenty-one hours he was sleeping peacefully, when a milkshake was poured on his head. He stumbled off his chairs, looking around to find out what had happened.

Patty had a huge grin on her face.

Stephano asked, "What did I do this time?"

She held up a piece of paper that said, "I found it."

"Really, are you sure?"

Patty nodded her head. She wrote down that she had to get cleaned up. Then he had to call the doctors together and tell them what they did wrong. It was so simple it was no wonder they missed it.

"Will you be able to talk?"

She scribbled, "Are you sure you want me to talk?"

"Can I call your father and get his opinion?"

Patty frowned at him and made a fist.

"I'm only joking. I can't wait to hear your voice again. I will call your father, and make sure he is here when you start yelling at everyone. Should I ask Doctor Coren to have the people from the FDA attend the meeting?"

Patty nodded her head vigorously. She wrote, "Tell them to bring wheelbarrows full of money."

At 10 AM everyone was assembled in the surgical meeting room waiting for Patty to arrive. Doctor Coren told everyone that she had found what they had missed, but not even he knew what it was.

Shortly after 10 o'clock, Patty, Stephano, William, and Jemma walked into the conference room smiling.

Stephano said, "Ladies, gentlemen, my wife would like to perform a little demonstration for you. The first string she is going to light is a piece of silk. Please watch what happens to it."

Patty lit the piece of silk string. It burned cleanly leaving no ash or residue behind. She put the flame out with her fingers.

Stephano continued, "This piece of string is polyester please note what happens to it."

Patty lit the string and as it burned it melted, leaving an ash and residue behind.

Doctor Coren asked, "Why are we watching this Patty?"

Patty went to her computer keyboard and started typing. "Doctor Coren, your first assumption was incorrect. You believed you only destroyed 88% of my tumor. You destroyed 100% of it. What you see on the MRI and x-ray is the residue of the tumor, as the residue of the polyester when it was burnt. The reason I cannot speak is because that residue has become lodged against the Wernicke Vocal Motor, which is directly behind the artery the tumor was located. It is a very simple matter to fix and you don't have to operate on me to do it. You did not melt it on to the strands of the vocal motor; they are held together by friction."

The doctors looked up from their screens, thinking about what their patient told them. Could they have looked past something so obvious? Or was it so unbelievable she had to be wrong."

"Patty, we need to take an x-ray."

She typed, "You already have a before x-ray. What you want is in after x-ray. I will give you that after we come back from Central Park children's' playground."

"Why are you going there?"

"I have to play on the teeter totter."

Doctor Coren said, "Patty, now you have me completely confused. Why do you have to play on the teeter totter?"

"I had several choices of how to knock these pieces off the vocal motor strands. The first one my husband would have loved. I would put on a boxing helmet, and he would put on boxing gloves. He would hit my head as hard as he could to knock those three pieces out of position. He would have a smile on his face for the remainder of our married life. I could not inflict enough pain on him in eighty years to remove the smile on his face. I could not allow that to happen.

My second choice was a trampoline. However, I did not believe I would be able to generate enough force by bouncing up and down, without breaking my neck.

Finally, I decided on the teeter-totter. I believe with ten or fifteen good jolts, up and down, these minute pieces will break away from the strands of vocal motor, and I will be able to speak. I will be able to prove, once and for all that I am cured of my cancer thanks to you, your team, and your remarkable machines."

Doctor Coren said, "Ladies and gentlemen, we are recessed to the Central Park children's playground."

Stephano put his arms around Patty, and asked, "Would you please reconsider number one?"

She typed, "Okay, if number three doesn't work we will pick up the boxing gloves and a helmet. We will also pick up a copy of Dante's Inferno for you to read on the helicopter on the way home. Skip the first six levels, and start on the Seventh Level. I don't believe in light punishment."

He kissed her ear, and whispered, "I hate you."

She smiled, and kissed him.

William opened the door to the limousine for Jemma, Patty, and Stephano to get in. He asked Doctor Nall and Doctor Coren if they would like to join them.

Doctor Nall took Doctor Coren's arm and said, "It's much more comfortable than a taxi."

Thirty-five minutes later, twenty-six men and women in white lab coats were watching Jemma and Patty bounce up and down on a teeter-totter.

Jemma was giggling like a little girl, but Patty had not uttered a sound yet. On her next down stroke she bounced Jemma high enough to get her rear end off the edge of the seat.

Jemma looked at her sister and asked, "Is that what you need?"

Patty nodded her head, and smiled.

"You are going to wish you hadn't wished for that Patty."

Jemma moved to the very edge of the seat, and Patty moved herself all the way forward on hers, distributing their weight unevenly. Jemma pushed up with all her strength, and as she came down Patty bounced high off the edge of her seat and landed hard on her ass.

William and Stephano ran to her side to make sure she was okay.

Patty pushed them aside, and motioned to Jemma to do it again.

Jemma did it, and did it again, and again, and again. Every time she did it she laughed. Finally, she said, "Patty someone else has to do it, my ass hurts."

Patty responded, "So does mine." She grabbed her mouth as if she said something bad. She looked at Stephano, who smiled at her.

"William, our days of peace and quiet are over. She's back."

Doctor Coren, Doctor Nall, and the remainder of the team surrounded her. They began asking her to speak certain words slowly. Doctor Santana asked her to do a vowel and consonant combination, which Patty did easily.

Finally, Patty said, "Dad, I want you to talk to these three members of the FDA. If they ever threaten to cut off the funding for Doctor Coren, and his marvelous machines again, I want you to assure them that they will never work anywhere in the Western world again. These men and women and their hard work saved my life. Their work will save thousands of others without damaging their brains in the process. You know what I went through; I don't want anyone else to have to make those decisions, again."

"I will talk to them Patty, and then I will talk to the Secretary and let her know, in no uncertain terms that the funding for this program will never be cut off."

"Thank you dad.

"Doctor Coren, I owe you an x-ray."

Doctor Nall asked, "Why are you nice to him, and hell on earth to me?"

"You haven't taken me for my ride in a glider. I'll be nice to you after that."

"I'm not going to say it, but you know what I'm thinking."

Patty asked, "Does anyone here play chess?"

Doctor Nall yelled, "Don't do it, unless you want to get your ego crushed."

"Doctor George is a first-degree Master. Do you think she can beat him?"

"If he plays her, he will never pick up another chess piece as long as he lives."

Joe Bishop said, "I have a hundred dollars that says Doctor George beats her."

Stephano looked at him with knives coming out of his eyes. "Joe, I told you not to piss her off. She will have your computer doing things that will take you a year to fix."

Doctor George asked Patty, "Have you ever played tournament chess?"

"No Doctor, I taught myself how to play chess by reading books about the game, when I was six years old. I have not lost a game since."

Doctor George laughed. "I would like to play you one game, to a win. No draw, to a win only."

"Would you like to place a small wager on the game, Doctor?"

"What did you have in mind Mrs. Valentino?"

"You will work two days a week, in a free clinic, for one year."

"What do I get in return?"

"Whatever you ask Doctor, it is yours."

"Doctor Nall tells me you have a jet aircraft. I want it."

"That is acceptable."

"When would you like to play the game?"

"There is no time like the present Doctor George. Let them take the x-ray of my head, and we can play our game in the meeting room."

Doctor Coren said, "I don't believe the meeting room will be big enough for everyone who will want to watch this match. We will do it in the auditorium, and put it on closed circuit throughout the hospital. It will be interesting to see how much work gets done for the rest of the day, and how many people leave the hospital, when their shift is over."




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 28



When the chess match between Doctor George and Patricia Valentino was announced over the hospital's Internet system, the hospital's seven hundred-seat auditorium filled up quickly. Technicians set up three cameras: one looking over each players shoulder and one was looking directly down over the chessboard. The rules were simple: the match would continue until one of the contestants won a match. If the match ended in a tie, a new game would start, if time permitted; or it would begin at 4 PM the next day.

Doctor George won the right to open and after the first two moves Patty said, "You have to be kidding Doctor, 'The Kings Indian?' How old fashion can you be?"

"I have won four Masters Championships with this opening. I still haven't figured out yours."

"Mine was named after two chess masters in 1886. The game was first played, and won the world championship in Austria, in 1885. It is called, "The Caro-Kahn." I have added a few wrinkles of my own, to bring it up to date."

"I remember it now. You leave one side of the board totally unprotected. I will make my pawns into queens in very short order."

"Are you a very wealthy man Doctor's?"

"Yes, I come from an extremely wealthy family."

"If you win, I will give you my ranch in Glens Falls, including the new home that is being built on the property. It should be worth in the neighborhood of $80 million. Unfortunately, it's paid for. However, my father's townhome here in the city, has a very large mortgage on it. If you lose you will pay off his mortgage which is approximately $20 million.

"You are giving me over 4 to 1 odds that you are going to win?"

"Yes Doctor, is it too rich for your blood?"

"You are going to eat those words Mrs. Valentino."

"Shall we continue to play Doctor, or continue to talk?"

The audience was as quiet as, or quieter than a church mouse. They watched the contestants on a big overhead screen, and after 2 ½ hours, it appeared Patty made a blunder. There was a collective gasp in the room as Doctor George took her Bishop with a pawn. Her rook took the pawn, and the game continued evenly for the next twenty minutes. A short time later Patty stuck out her hand to Doctor George.

He looked at her and smiled. "Are you conceding Mrs. Valentino?"

"No Doctor, I'm giving you the opportunity to concede. Take a close look at the board, and see what is about to happen to you in eight moves."

Doctor George studied the board from every angle imaginable. He looked at it for five minutes and then he shouted, "You didn't blunder. You gave me that Bishop on purpose. You hockey puck. I walked right into your trap. Now I know why Doctor Nall hates you. I hate you too Mrs. Valentino. Congratulations. He put his finger on top of his king and put it down on the board."

The moderator asked the contestants, "What had happened? We would like to see the next eight moves, because we don't see the end game."

"Doctor George would you like to do the honors?"

"Are you trying to twist the knife you just shoved into my heart?"

"Always Doctor; ask my husband, he will tell you."

Doctor George took the microphone and showed the audience Patty's next eight decisive moves. Every time she moved a piece, he had to defend his king. Every time he defended his king, his position became more untenable. On the sixth move she put him in check, with a knight. On the seventh move, her remaining Bishop took his Queen and his King was in check by her Queen. She mated on the eighth move by moving a pawn.

The audience stood up and applauded. Doctor George extended his hand to Patricia. "You learned all this by reading books on chess, when you were six years old?"

"Yes Doctor; chess is math, and I love math. I am more at home with it, than I am with the English language."

"Unbelievable; if you introduce me to your father, I will make arrangements with him to pay off his mortgage."

***********

119. A Parting of the Ways

"As they entered the flight operations building, tired and hungry after their long flight from Antarctica, Colonel Canyon said to Special Agent Brodner, "My ass is safe again. Now I have to call in and find out what other torments she has in store for me now."

Brodner replied, "Colonel, I can't thank you enough for getting us out of there. My ass would've been hanging, just like yours, just in a different building."

"You and your guys did great work. When you speak to Director Free, make sure to tell him this and he will understand why we got out of McMurdo so quickly. Use these words exactly, because it is in code. 'William says you are welcome.' Do you have that?"

"I believe I can remember that Colonel. You stay safe, wherever your boss sends you."

"If she sends us there, it's never safe. Take care of yourself, and I hope we never meet under the circumstances, again." The Colonel saluted sharply, turned on his heel, and nodded at his sergeant. They walked out of the building into the bright late afternoon sunshine. They boarded a private jet that was waiting for them on the civilian side of the airport, never to be seen by anyone in Christchurch, New Zealand, again."

***********

As the sun was setting into the western horizon, a pink jet landed. It taxied to the military portion of the airport to pick up six special guests. They would not leave until the next morning, but Payne could not wait to see her two friends. She and her co-pilot put the aircraft the bed, and ordered it to be fully serviced for a departure at 9 AM the following morning.

She deplaned with her bodyguards, Alexis, and Willie beside her. They walked into the operations building and asked where the FBI had Harold and Callie Chase.

After a few phone calls and identification check, an FBI agent came out and escorted them to a private dining area. Callie saw Payne, ran over to her, and asked, "Are we going to Paris again?"

"Ask your husband, because it's okay with me."

Brodner said, "Well, it's not okay with me. We are going back to the United States. Once I have you safely at home, you can do whatever you please."

Callie looked at him. "Party pooper! You have no idea how much money we spent in Paris the last time we were there."

Payne laughed. "Yes, we did increase their gross national product, didn't we?"

Harold said, "I didn't mind. It was your husband's money."

"He didn't mind either, Harold. He sold you an apartment, and told me about the personal trainer he has lined up for you if you don't lose weight. He hasn't stopped smiling since he made those arrangements with you."

"He doesn't think I can do it, does he?"

"No Harold, he knows you better than that. He bet everyone in the office, $1000 to $1 that you won't lose the weight. He says you don't have the willpower to do it."

"I am going to prove to that deviant husband of yours that I do have the willpower to lose this extra weight I'm carrying around."

"That reminds me; I received a gift from a communications billionaire as he got off the aircraft in Mexico City. I'd like to share it with you. She opened her travel suitcase and took out the most expensive Austrian chocolates made. She opened the box, turned, and put it underneath Harold's chin. Would you like a piece Harold?"

"Yes, thank you, they look delicious." He popped one into his mouth, and could not understand why everyone was grinning at him.

As he swallowed the delicious piece of chocolate, he realized what he had done.

"You louse. Did your husband put you up to this? Are you in league with that bum?"

"Harold, I'm surprised at you. I am one of the people that took his bet. If you lose the weight, I win one thousand dollars."

Harold choked. "Payne, you need a thousand dollars like the Mississippi River needs mud."

"Harold, when are you going to understand that I have never beaten Dycke at anything? He has never lost a bet, ever. He predicted I was pregnant after we were married only two weeks. Every time he asked me a question regarding men and women, I had to answer, "Men are superior to women." He did that to me for one year. Do you know how humiliating that was for me? Do you know how badly I wanted to kill him? Now I have the opportunity to beat him at the one thing I have always wanted. I want to beat him at this bet. If you don't lose that weight Harold, I'm coming after you with a whip. That piece of chocolate is the last piece you are going to eat until you are at your optimum weight. If you aren't, I'm going to throw you out of my airplane and watch you bounce."

Callie laughed. "Do you know what that means, Payne? We can go shopping any time we want. I will be a rich widow, and you have your own airplane. We can go anywhere we want to vacation and shop, and no one can stop us."

"There are going to be four little problems Callie. Three are at my home, and one will shortly be yours."

"Oh, the children; we can get them nannies like the really rich people do. We can send them off to a boarding school, and make them like the kids on 90210. As long as they don't drink, or use drugs, and I see them at Christmas, and one week during the summer, I'm fine with that."

Harold yelled, "Callie, that's awful."

"Harold, you are impossible. Don't you have any sense of humor at all?"

"Just think about the way you've been acting lately, and then ask about my sense of humor."

Callie flashed her heated eyes at the four members of the FBI contingent, and asked, "Have I been acting irrationally lately?"

All four men looked at her, then at Harold, and back at Callie. Unanimously, they shook their head 'NO!'

Harold looked at them, shook his head, and called them 'PUSSIES!'

They all nodded their heads.

***********

Christchurch and Washington DC are almost 17 hours apart. Agent Brodner called the FBI main office. He was patched in to Director Free. He nearly had his head cut off.

Michael yelled, "Why aren't you in Antarctica?"

"We ran into a problem sir."

"You ran into a problem at the bottom of the world?"

"Yes sir, Russians."

"Russians, what the hell were they doing down there?"

"According to the two men from the DIA that helped us get out of there, four Russian nationals were missing from the Russian vessel 'Vavilov' which was moored 40 miles from McMurdo. That is 120 miles closer than they are allowed to be by treaty. The men from the DIA said intelligence sources believed they were after Howard Chase. They contacted us and helped us get them back to Christchurch safely.

Dycke Schneider's wife is here to fly us back to the states tomorrow morning. We leave at 9 AM."

"How did all this happen and no one coordinated it with me?"

The Colonel said to give you this message sir. He said you would understand immediately. "William says you're welcome."

Michael shouted into the phone, "William says you're welcome. That was the entire message?"

"Yes sir, the Colonel said it was in code. I have no idea what it means."

"Get back here Brodner. I'm going to kill someone, and your name is on that list. What was this Colonel's name?"

"It is Colonel Lucius Canyon, sir. I wouldn't cross him sir, he knows his job, and he took care of us like a mother hen."

"I bet he did. I'm going to kill 'The Rooster' he works for."

***********

Michael hit speed dial and William answered his cell phone.

"Good morning Michael, to what do I owe the honor of this phone call?"

"Before I shoot you between the eyes, how are Junior, Jemma, and Patty?"

"Junior is beginning to look like a bowling ball with eyes. Jemma is losing weight exponentially, and she Patty is talking a blue streak. The Doctor she beat playing chess the other day has paid off the mortgage on my Brownstone. Things here could not be better, unless I die when you shoot me between the eyes. "

"I received a message from a friend of yours. A Colonel Lucius Canyon, do you know him?"

"I most certainly do. I sent him to take care of the little problem you had brewing down south. From the sound of your voice, I take it his trip was successful."

"William you cannot do these things without informing the government what is happening."

"Michael, did you ever find the leak in your organization?"

"No, we did not."

"I think you should look very close to your desk; extremely close to your desk. How many people have access to your office; to the words you say, to the letters you type, to the orders you give. I can't tell you many things that I am doing, because there is a traitor high up in the echelons of the FBI. I would love to tell you these things, my friend, because of what you have done for my daughter, and my family. However, until this person is ferreted out, there are times I have to keep you in the dark."

"Do you know who this person is William?"

"No Michael, I don't. Are you asking me to get involved? You asked me not to and I have obeyed your wishes. I could find this person within one week if you want me to do it. This person is compromising many important FBI operations. People are being informed of your activities before they start. It is like what happened in New York, before you caught the man in the Attorney General's office."

"William, I am officially asking you to get involved. I am also asking you to try to keep it legal, or as legal as is humanly possible. I would like to take this or these people, interrogate them, find out there sources, take them all to court, and send them away for a very long time."

"I will put Patricia and several friends I have in Washington to work on it instantly."

Michael laughed. "Does she charge you $1.4 million a day also?"

"No Michael, she charges me in heartache. She gets lost in a helicopter. She breaks her head open, and she has brain cancer. She does all this to me in a period of two months. I threatened to tie her up in chains, and never let her out of my sight again."

"You would be punishing yourself, William. You would never hear the end of it, with that mouth of hers."

"Michael, when I thought I would never hear her speak again I was crushed. When we were at Central Park and her first words were, "So does mine," Stephano said to me, "Oh God, she's back."

"She is a double edged sword Michael. You have to take the good with the bad. However, you must admit, when she is good, she takes your breath away."

"Amen to that William. Laura and you put together a child that is a marvelous human being."

"Do you know what scares me Michael?"

"Honestly William, I would think not very much."

"This does, Michael. The thought of Laura and my genes, combining with Bruno and Victoria Valentino's genes. Laura and I produced Patricia. Victoria and Bruno produced Stephano. What are Patricia and Stephano going to produce?"

Michael said, "Nuclear Fusion?"

"Michael that is exactly what I'm worried about."

"Who is Colonel Canyon?"

"You met four of his trainees at my daughter's farm. They are stationed at Fort Polk Louisiana, as a dark cover team. One of the first men to reach Bruno was ours."

"My God William, you are everywhere."

"No Michael, I am just near people I am responsible for or to. I didn't want anything to happen to Victoria or Bruno. You would not believe how close some of the families were to getting to them."

"Don't tell me, it will ruin my entire day."

"I will fly Patty and Stephano to Washington. She wants to see Melody and Harmony anyhow. It will be great for the three of them to be together."

"Very good William, I'll be expecting them."

*********

As they were walking out to the Gulfstream at 8:15AM, to preflight the aircraft, Payne found an Air Force Major looking it over.

"It's not for sale Major."

"I've never seen one in pink before ma'am. I fly these out of DC for the bigwigs, when they go on their junkets to see the troops."

"Would you like to go inside and take a peek?"

"I'm always interested in seeing how the other half lives."

"Enjoy yourself major, I am Payne Schneider. My husband, Dycke, owns Schneider industries."

"Okay, one of the 30 wealthiest people in the world, and he has you working?"

"Not really, this is my toy. I enjoy flying as much as I enjoy breathing. He lets me fly whenever the spirit moves me. I'm here to pick up some friends and bring them home to South Carolina."

"It's nice work if you can get it."

"Looking for a different line of work Major? We are always looking for experienced pilots."

"I have nine months before my enlistment is up. They are promising me a silver leaf if I stay in."

"What would you say your gross pay is including housing and benefits?"

"It's in the area of one hundred and sixty thousand dollars."

"How much of a bump will you get with the Silver Oak leaf?"

"It's in the area of thirty-five thousand dollars."

"I'll have finance fax me a resume package. Fill it out when you can and mail it to us. Starting salary for a second officer is two hundred and forty thousand dollars, plus per diem, while they are away from home. You said you are already qualified on the 650 is that correct?"

"Yes ma'am it is."

"We have ten of them, and they are always in use. It would be nice to give our pilots a little more rest between their flights. I have to start checking this out, we leave at 9 AM. We are heading to South Carolina this morning."

"Do you have room for one more passenger?"

"Yes, where are you going?"

"Washington, D.C. by way of Tulsa Oklahoma. I'm on a C-5 Galaxy that's leaving at 11:30 this morning. It will not be as comfortable as riding in this."

"See if you can get your orders changed. Meet me here before we button up; we will even give you your check ride on the way home. What's your name?"

"Zink ma'am; Charles Zink."

"Well Major Zink, get a move on it. You don't have much time."

The Major was off like a sprinter into the base operations building to have is orders changed and approved. He had to find the loadmaster of the C-5 Galaxy, and have his name removed from the manifest. The loadmaster had to find his luggage, which was packed in a huge crate. It had to be dismantled. Inside, the major had one piece of roll-on luggage, a carry-on case, and a hard case carrying a computer. All of these items took up less than 2 cubic feet. The loadmaster was very unhappy, until the major handed him a $50 bill. It eased the tension between them.

The Major sprinted back towards the pink Gulfstream 650, in time to put his luggage into the cargo bay, watched it be netted and sealed by the ground crew.

Alexis and Willie asked him to remove his jacket, and searched him for weapons. They did an extremely thorough job. When they were finished the Major smiled. He winked at them and said, "Thank You, ladies."

Alexis and Willie pushed him up the stairs, and smiled at each other.

He stuck his head into the flight deck to thank Payne for taking him along.

She said, "Sit down Major; you can't take your test flight from the back of the aircraft."

"You weren't kidding me. You are actually going to give me a Check Ride?"

"Why not, I am a certified flight instructor."

"I am going to love this job." He grabbed the handholds, lifted himself over the center console, and slid into the left seat.

"We have our clearance to taxi to runway 01. Our GPS is loaded for Charleston, South Carolina. The Flight Damper System and Satellite Reporting Systems are loaded. This aircraft is ready to fly. How many hours do you have in this type of aircraft?"

"2671 hours, not that I keep close track."

"How many total flight hours?"

"23,056 hours. I've been flying since I was a little kid. Ultralights, crop dusters; bi-wing, anything anyone would allow me to fly, before I was old enough to apply for a license."

"Okay, start your checklist."

He put the book on his lap and began reading off everything he was supposed to do in order. He flipped switches, read off gauges, and checked her movements, when she was supposed to do something from her side of the aircraft. Several moments later, the list was completed and he said, "Systems check complete."




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He slid the book back into its compartment, stuck his head outside the window, and said that the left side of the aircraft was clear and he was starting number one engine.

Within a few seconds, there was a tremor everyone in the aircraft felt. The number one Rolls Royce engine came to life.

Payne looked out the right window and said it was clear.

Charles said, "Starting number two." The number two engine came to life. All the exterior connections to the aircraft were removed. The signalman waved his paddles, directing the aircraft away from the terminal area, and they began moving towards the taxiway.

As they reached the end of the taxiway, Charles realized he didn't know the aircraft's tail numbers. He knew Payne was smiling for reason, but didn't know why. Flight instructors were all the same. If they had something on you, they let you hang yourself with it. He figured he would have some fun.

"Christchurch tower, this is 'Pretty in Pink' runway 01 ready for takeoff."

Payne burst out laughing. She clicked her microphone. "658 Sierra India is ready for takeoff."

The tower responded, "Pretty in Pink, altimeter 3000. Wind 030° 14knots. Temperature 23°C, Time 0902UST. Cleared for takeoff"

"Pretty in Pink is rolling."

Payne called out the speed as it increased. She called V1, and then VR. As the aircraft reached 107 knots she called 'Rotate.'

Charles pulled back on the yoke, and the Gulfstream climbed effortlessly into the sky.

"V2." The flaps came up, the landing gear stowed away. The aircraft was now as streamline as a bullet. He maintained the aircrafts speed at Mach .70 as it climbed to 53 thousand feet. When it was level, and all systems were re-checked, Charles increased the speed to Mach .925. It could reach Mach .94, however, the aircraft would burn more fuel, arrive at Charleston only a few moments earlier. However, they would arrive with less than the mandatory FAA required fuel reserve. If anyone checked their tanks, there would be hell to pay; not only from the FAA, but from Dycke also.

For the next four hours, Payne tested Charles on every aspect of the aircraft's electrical system. This was a fly by wire aircraft, and there was over 30 miles of wire in it. The flaps and landing gear were pneumatically controlled, but the pumps for them were activated electrically. Each pilot and copilot had to know every inch of wire and switch blindfolded.

Payne hit a button on the flight console, and Wendy, the flight attendant stuck her head in to the flight deck.

"Tea or an energy drink, Payne?"

"Tea please, Wendy, and would you have George get ready to join us on the flight deck."

"Charles, you will never spend more than four hours as pilot in command of our aircraft. On a seventeen-hour flight like this one, we rotate every four hours. I will go into the captain's chair for the next four hours. You will go into the back and get something to eat and go to sleep. George will sit in the right seat. Four hours from now we rotate again, and so on throughout the flight. No flight crew will take two of these flights in successive weeks."

"You have very strict flight safety procedures when it comes to your flight crew's."

"You have to think about the people we are carrying in the back. Most of them are very rich and powerful people; so-called 'Captains of Industry.' We don't take any chances with them. Therefore we don't take any chances with our flight crews. We do not allow drugs. We test everyone once a month. We don't allow alcohol within twenty-four hours of flying. We test the crew before they leave operations, and get into the aircraft. If you fail any of these test, you are not warned, you are gone. You are told all these things before you sign the contract. That's why we pay each individual handsomely. We want your loyalty. We want you to stay with us. We want you to honor our rules. I know this is going to sound very crude coming out of my mouth, but you will get this speech before you sign our contract at personnel. 'You can't do drugs. You can't do liquor. You can fuck anyone you want while you're on the ground. However, when you are going to fly, don't fuck with us, or you're gone. It says so, in those words, in black and white, in large letters, on your contract. The lawyers had a fit when my husband insisted those words be put into the language of the contract. They asked a retired federal judge what he thought about it. He told our lawyers that it was refreshing to have something so plainly spelled out that any idiot would understand it."

So far, we have fired thirteen members of our aircrews, because of alcohol or drugs. They were mostly alcohol related. A few used marijuana. They said it relaxed them. We relaxed them even further by giving them more time off. You get vested in the retirement plan after seven years. You are eligible for retirement after twelve years at 50% of your salary. The longer you stay the higher percentage of your salary you retain for your retirement. There is no limit. As long as you pass your flight physical, you can stay with us until you are sixty. At sixty, you must retire."

"Why age 60?"

"The actuaries for the large airlines did an analysis of the airline pilots. Over 73% of airline pilots die before the age of sixty-four."

"That is not very comforting; I think I'll retire earlier."

"It is definitely something to think about."

George entered the flight deck and said, "Boys and girls it's time for musical chairs."

Payne got out of her seat and George replaced her. Charlie got out of his seat and Payne replaced him.

"Charles, don't mingle with the guests, it will be good practice for you. We will see you in four hours."

"Okay, later folks."

*******

The aircraft flew across the Pacific Ocean, making its first landfall over the southern tip of the Baja Peninsula, crossing Mexico and into the Gulf of Mexico. At 53,000 feet, they could see New Orleans, nearly 200 miles to the north. They made landfall near Panama City, Florida, still heading 043°. No one had touched the yoke of the aircraft, even to make a minor correction. The ancient mariners used the stars to guide themselves, while sailing their majestic ships. Today, these majestic aircraft used satellite navigation, and a device in the nose of the aircraft took star sightings to make sure the aircraft was on course. All these magical instruments kept the Gulfstream 650 in a box, 9 feet square. If it wandered out that box, a warning light flashed.

Payne made sure Charles was in the Captain's chair for the final leg of the flight. She wanted to watch him interact with US Air Traffic Control personnel all the way to landing. When they were 350 miles southwest of Charleston, there were thunderstorms blocking their way. Charles was given instructions to descend to 19,000 feet. He advised everyone in the aircraft to buckle up. He would be descending rapidly due to thunderstorms. He descended at 4000 feet per minute. 175 miles from the airport he was given instructions to descend to 11,000 feet. He did it aggressively again. When he was turned over to Charleston approach control, and cleared for an ILS approach, he lined up the aircraft perfectly, and landed it on the centerline, just beyond the normal touchdown point.

Payne said to him, "We have to talk."

As they parked the pink jet inside the hangar, and everyone deplaned, Payne and Charles sat in the back to discuss the final portion of the flight.

"Charles why did you descend as if you were falling out of the sky?"

He replied, "When I see thunderstorms in an area, and I know I'm going to be struggling with them, I like to know what I'm dealing with at the altitude I'm assigned. Instead of slowly descending to that altitude, I want to get there in a hurry to find out what's there. If I have to deviate, I want to know what's going to be there. If I'm in the clear I want to know it. It's something I learned a long time ago, and it has served me well all through my flying career."

"Do you think about your passengers comfort at all?"

"I fly VIPs all the time. They are my primary concern. If they start throwing up in the back, they report my name to my superiors, and I get hell for it. If I warn them that I am descending quickly to avoid thunderstorms, they will batten down the hatches, and hang on for a few moments, until I reach an altitude that is safer."

"That is a very interesting concept Charles. I'll talk to our chief pilot about it, and see what he thinks. Maybe, just maybe, he will edit to our safety protocol. Do you have a place to stay tonight?"

"I was going to make a reservation on an airline to get to Washington tomorrow. Once I had that in hand, I was going to rent a hotel room for the night."

"Give me a moment please."

Payne called Dycke's office and when he answered the phone she said, "Hello twerp, I'm home."

"Holy cow, I wasn't expecting you until tomorrow. I have to get the two blondes out of our apartment in a hurry."

"Dycke, you can barely handle me. How do you think you can handle two women at one time?"

"You're the reason I need two women. You're so damn hot."

"Thank God you got yourself fixed. Otherwise you would have gotten me pregnant tonight with a statement like that."

"To what do I owe the honor of this phone call?"

"I swear you have a memory like a sieve. Harold and Callie are here."

"Holy cow I forgot. That's why I sent you to New Zealand. It wasn't for the blondes."

"Dycke did you remember to take the paddles out?"

"Yes dear, they are all warmed up."

"Good, I'm going to use them on your head tonight."

"Would you like to bet?"

"Oh no Mister Schneider; I have never won one of those. I am just going to use my superior strength and willpower to overcome your insanity. Before I go any further, I have Major Charles Zinc with me. He will be a new pilot for us in nine months when he retires from the Air Force. Is our suite at the Marriott available?"

"Yes it is."

"Would you have Roxanna reserve the suite for him, and get him a reservation to Reagan for tomorrow morning, at a reasonable hour?"

"I believe she can handle that."

"Harold, Callie, and I will be leaving the airport in about thirty minutes. I will be taking them to their apartment. I hope you put some nice furniture in there for them, especially a bed, because they are going to be exhausted."

"Why would I do something like that?"

"If you didn't you may not be able to walk up to our apartment, because what's left of your balls will be lying on the floor"

"Payne don't even joke about that. The thought of it makes me cringe."

"Oh good, when I get home I will walk around with a scissors in my hand."

"I should be home in about two hours. I have things I have to finish here. As soon as I complete everything, I will come straight to your arms."

"Dycke, I've been away for eight days. You are not interested in my arms."

"You know me so well."

"Pervert!"

"That's why you love me."

"There is that possibility. I'll see you at home." Payne hung up her phone.

Major Zinc asked, "How long have you two been married?"

"Soon it will be thirteen years."

"Honestly, you sound like newlyweds."

"Thank you that was a very sweet thing to say."

*************

120. What Are Friends For?

"Oh Harold, look at that view."

He took her hand and kissed it. "Yeah, it's nice if you like water. I just worry about the neighbors upstairs, and their noisy kids."

"I wouldn't worry about the kids so much, Harold. When Dycke knows you're at home, he will put speakers against the floor, play loud, offensive music, and ride his Segway in the middle of the night just to keep you awake."

"I didn't know that Dycke and you got along like Alan and me."

"Callie, Dycke, and Howard are civilized. Alan and you are always out of control."

"We are not; we just like to have fun."

Harold asked, "Did you have fun when you almost broke his neck? Did you have fun when you nearly broke his ribs? Are you always having fun by putting him in the hospital?"

"Sometimes I just don't know my own strength."

Payne took Callie by the shoulder and started walking towards the balcony. She said, "I have a plan."

Harold said out loud, "Oh God, Dycke hold onto your balls, our women are planning their revenge. If I were you, I would stay at work."

From a small speaker buried in the couch, Dycke said, "Stay away from them Harold, the fun is about to begin."

"Dycke are you ever going to grow up?"

"Why grow up when you're having so much fun."

"Where are you?"

"I just left the office, and I am on my way home. Get ready for them to scream. Here comes number one."

The girls were walking in from the balcony, when they were hit by a burst of frozen carbon dioxide gas. Callie and Payne screamed as the frigid cloud of gas that enveloped them.

Payne knew immediately who the culprit was. "Dycke, I'm going to cut your balls off." She received no reply.

Harold ran to them and asked what had happened.

They told him of their misadventure. He looked around the door opening to find an opening for the gas to escape from. He found none. He told Callie and Payne they had to be mistaken. He stood with them as they went over every millimeter of the door entrance and could not find anything remotely wrong with it.

Harold moved inside the apartment leaving the two women by the door, when another bursts of gas hit them from every angle.

They screamed again. Harold turned and he was back by their side within seconds. "What happened this time?"

"The same thing happened, Harold. I swear it. I am going to kill that husband of mine, because I know it's him."

"Payne, I thought you said he wouldn't be here for almost one hour. That leaves him at least another forty-five minutes before he gets here. If you think he's lying call his office and see if he's gone."

"Brilliant Harold, I'll call his secretary and have her put me through to him."

*******

"Mister Schneider's office, this is Roxanna, how may I help you?"

"Hello Roxanna, this is Payne, can I speak to him for a moment please?"

"Sure, I'll put you right through."

"Dammit, he is there."

"Payne, I'm still wrapping things up here. I have about an hour to go, maybe a little less. Don't be angry with me, please."

"No Dycke, that's not the reason I called. I just wanted to know if you had anything special in mind for dinner, or if you wanted to go to the Golf Club."

"Show Callie the menu for the club. If she likes what she sees, we will go there. Otherwise we will take her wherever she wants to go."

"That's very thoughtful, Dycke. When you leave the office, give us a call and we will dress appropriately."

"Why don't you meet me in our bedroom, undressed, I will take advantage of your body, take a quick shower and then we can get dressed."

"Your parents named you correctly, Dycke. You always think from between your legs upwards."

"I have never heard you complain."

"I wasn't complaining this time either, pervert. Call me when you leave the office. I can't wait to see you."

"If you are naked, I will see you too; a whole lot of you."

"Dycke, hang up before I have to go into the bathroom and take care of myself."

"Don't do it. I love that job. I relish, horseradish, and pickle it."

"How many times do you think that joke is going to be funny?"

"I get a 'Hot Dog' out of it every time."

"Goodbye, Dycke, every time I get on the phone with you, I never want to get off."

"Trust me Payne; every time I'm with you, I want to get you off."

"Goodbye, you are disgusting, but I love you." She turned off her phone, with a big smile on her face.

Callie asked, "Well is he at work?"

"Yes, he said he has another hour to go, and he will call us when he leaves."

"You two still have the hots for one another."

"Can you tell? You're the second person that said so today."

"Is there a secret to keeping a marriage as steamy as yours appears to be?"

"I don't really know. Dycke and I met accidentally at his eighteenth birthday party. My brother, Steve, was chasing him. Dycke bumped into me, and sent me flying into his parent's pool.

At the time, my face look like chopped meat. My parents' car was hit broadside by a vehicle fleeing from the police. We were all hurt, but my face was mangled beyond recognition. They had to wait eighteen years for the bones in my face to fuse so they could reconstruct it as you see it today.

Dycke was as thin as a reed. He was very fast, very smart, and extremely kind. He asked for permission to come up to the room and apologize for knocking me into the water. My dad said no, because I would probably kill him. My mom said it was okay, but she warned everyone there was going to be a violent explosion in a moment. She would take care of everything, before there was blood on the walls.

Dycke walked into the room, and closed the door. I walked out of the bathroom naked. I screamed when I saw him. He was stunned, but the first words out of his mouth were how beautiful I was.

I asked him if he was blind.

He said no.

I asked him if he had looked at my face.

He told me he was looking at it, and still thought I was beautiful.

My mother entered the room to see where the body parts were, and since there were none, she left us alone to talk.

He had never been out with a girl, and I had never been out with a boy, because of the way I looked. Neither of us had ever been kissed, but we kissed each other. We kissed for a long time. He looked into my eyes, and I looked into his. His hands never wandered, he just held me close.

When my mother returned, and asked me if I wanted my clothes, I said yes. We were in each other's arms, totally and completely in love. When she came back, she moved us apart, and told Dycke to leave so I could get dressed. Dycke asked her why he had to leave. He might not recognize me with clothes on. He tried to escape the room unharmed, but he was hit in the head and neck by my shoes. When my mother and I went downstairs to join everyone, Dycke asked where I was. Everyone scattered when I attacked him. They laughed as I attempted to beat the crap out of him. He only let me do it, because he knew I had all that fury built up inside me. When I tired, he flipped me over, and I felt his hardness against me. He held my hands down with one of his, and moved his other towards the side of my breast. I was overheated and confused by feelings I never had before.

I said to him, "You Wouldn't Dare."

He kissed me and said, "Do You Want To Bet?"

He released my hands, and I pushed him over straddling his hips. He was so hard, I thought he would burst. I said to him, "It is not over until the fat lady sings, and there are no fat ladies here."

We have been in love, and in lust with each other from that day on.

"Neither of you has been with another partner?"

"No."

"Do you ever wonder if you're missing anything?"

"No, but you have to understand my husband. He reads everything. Before we made love for the first time, he went through every book on sex, on the main floor of the University of South Carolina library.

The Librarian thought he was a pervert. She should only know what he's capable of doing in bed. As he progressed, the librarian let him in the stacks, and finally had to start ordering books from other libraries, all around the country for him. His lovemaking techniques are so varied I never get tired of going to bed with him. I am never sure what is going to happen when we start. I love it."

"Is that what you've been doing Harold? You've been talking to Dycke, and he's been telling you what to read?"

Harold looked around innocently. "I'm sorry, are you talking to me?"

"You know God damn well I was talking to you Harold."

"Men don't talk to each other about sex."




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"Bullshit, all men talk to each other about is sex and sports. If it's not those two subjects, they stand mute."

"That's not true, we also talk about work."

Callie said, "I have to use the little girls' room. Where are they?"

Payne replied, "There are five of them, come with me I'll point them out to you."

A little speaker said, "Time for round two."

"Dycke, you are going to wind up in in early grave if they catch you."

Both women were washing their hands in the bathrooms, when bubbles started pouring out of the sink, showers, and bathtubs. Water was flowing from everywhere and the bubbles were growing higher and higher, quicker than they could be controlled. The girls tried everything to turn the water off. The bubbles kept getting higher. They decided they had to get out of the bathrooms. They tried to open the doors, but the handles came off. They screamed for Harold to help them.

He searched the huge apartment and finally found Payne. He pressed on the door handle, but it would not budge. He told Payne to back away from the door and he would break it open. After three hard kicks, the door gave way, and Payne emerged covered with bubbles from her head to her toes.

Harold called out, "Callie where are you?"

She yelled, "It doesn't matter, I can't let anyone see me like this."

"Let me get you out of the bathroom. I just can't figure out what room you are in. They all look alike when they are empty."

"Look for the one with bubbles coming out from under the doorway."

"It was easier to follow your voice babe. The lock on your door is frozen, just as Payne's was. Please step away from the door, while I kick it in."

With one powerful kick, Harold put his foot through the door. He was stuck. Payne held him on one side and Callie removed his shoe on the other. As he pulled his foot back out of the door, he was able to reach the locking mechanism and maneuver it, until it popped open.

Harold opened the bathroom door, and a flood of bubbles poured out of the bathroom. They could not see Callie.

Worried, Harold called out, "Callie, come to me. Let me help you and get you into dry clothes."

"You can never tell anyone what I look like."

"Callie, to me you will always be an angel."

Callie walked slowly out of the bathroom, covered by tiny bubbles. She did not look the same. Her coloring was wrong. She did not return to flesh tone when the bubbles popped. As she entered the light, she was ash grey, from the tip of her blonde hair to the bottom of her painted red toenails.

She saw the shocked look on Harold's face and cried, "You don't love me anymore."

"Nonsense Callie, you are under there somewhere; I think. We just have to figure out how to get you back."

Lights, microphones, and cameras emerged from the ceiling, and the concrete pillars that supported the building. Music started playing, and the men and women carrying this high-tech equipment, were talking about the quality of the video they had just shot.

Payne yelled, "I knew it was him."

A man who was issuing orders asked, "Knew it was whom mam?"

"My husband, Dycke Schneider."

"We received permission, from a holding company, to use this apartment to film this segment of, "Caught in The Act," because it was empty. As far as a Mister Schneider is concerned, I've never met the man. Aren't you the actors from the 'Screen Time Talent Agency we hired?"

"No, Callie and I live here. This is our apartment."

"Are you Mister Chase? They informed us that you were on your honeymoon, and had no plans to come to the East Coast for some time. Sir, I apologize for myself and my crew. We can get this cleaned up in a matter of days. We will put you up in the Ritz-Carlton, in Charleston. Anything you need will be paid for by our company. I am terribly sorry for this inconvenience."

"Look what you have done to my wife. I'm going to sue you out of existence."

"Sir that is a movie cosmetic. We will spray her with liquid soap, wait fifteen seconds, and have her shower. It will come off like sand."

Callie asked if they could start now.

The director called two women make-up artists, and introduced them to Callie They took her into the master bathroom, and had her undress. The women sprayed her with this soapy substance, and massaged it into her hair. They turned on the shower to bring the water up to a warm temperature. When it was ready, they asked her to step into the warm spray. Like magic, her body turned from an ash grey to pink, and her hair returned to its golden blonde color.

After she dressed, they took her into the living room, put her in a chair, styled her hair, and did her makeup. When they were finished, she looked like a movie star.

When she returned to Harold, he said, "I told you Callie, you always look like an angel to me."

She became misty eyed, and Payne yelled at her. "Don't you dare cry; you will ruin the makeup."

That was all Callie could take. The faucet controlling her tear ducts opened and she began to cry crocodile tears. She put her face into Harold's shoulder, and he held her tight.

"Payne, this is normal. The pregnancy is driving her hormones bananas. One minute she is fine, the next minute she is off the wall. You should have seen her on the trip down to Antarctica. The loadmaster and his crew could not believe the way she acted from one minute to the next. They made a bed for and she slept for hours."

"I did not sleep the whole time; someone fucked me to sleep."

"I had to think of something to calm you down. You were driving everyone crazy. A little cuddling and a lot of sex will put a woman into a peaceful state of mind every time. At least it did for you."

"Yes Harold, I have to ask Dycke what book he had you read. Maybe I could learn some tricks from it."

"Callie, with all your worldly experience, you could write a book about sex. You don't need to read about anyone else's experiences."

"Do you really think I could make money if I write a book?"

"If you add naked pictures, it will be a best seller."

Harold started running for his life as Callie screamed and chased after him.

Payne smiled brightly. "Keep going Callie, keep him running. I may win that bet with Dycke yet."

Dycke snuck up behind her, and grabbed her breasts. He kissed her behind her ear and said, "Do you really think Harold is going to lose all that weight in one year?"

"Mister Schneider, we are in a public place. If you do not on unhand my breasts, you will be missing both of them."

"Mrs. Schneider, they became my property when you said the words 'I Do.'

He spun her around, and kissed her. She

Harold came running by and yelled, "Would you two get a room."

The next time Harold came around, Dycke said, "We are going upstairs. We will see you in an hour or so. You are running very well Harold. The only problem is; Callie isn't chasing you anymore."

"Dycke, you asshole. I wanted to see how long it would take him to figure out I wasn't behind him."

"Sorry Callie, I didn't want him to have a heart attack on his first real day of training."

Harold was huffing and puffing, while holding onto his knees trying to catch his breath. "You know both of you are going to die."

"I guess I could call your personal trainer, since you are going to be here for a while. It would be easy for her to train you a few hours every day, 7 days a week. She told you she loves tubbies."

"I am not fat; I am just a little round around the edges."

Callie looked at him menacingly. "What edges?"

"Don't you look at me that way Callie."

"What way, Harold? I love you dearly. You are 37 years old, at least 40 pounds overweight, and sedentary. I was just wondering when you are going to have a major heart attack, and I am going to inherit all your money."

"I will put it in trust for our baby."

"That's fine with me. I still get to use it as the custodial parent. I will live in Arizona, but his pediatrician will be in Paris. His ear nose and throat she doctor will be in Tokyo, and his shoe store will be in Rio. His clothes have to be made, by hand, in Milan. All of this will require an airplane. As you know, we already have one plane on order, but we will need another one for long-range flights. I will need a helicopter to take him to school, because the roads by us are so dangerous and congested. And..."

"I get the message Callie; I promise I will lose the weight."

"Thank you Harold. Do you know what that means for you Payne? You will win your bet with your husband."

Payne growled. "If I knew you could be so convincing, I would have bet something more important against this twerp."

"Upstairs wife, the paddles are waiting. What time would you two like dinner?"

"Is 9 o'clock good for you two?"

"It will be cutting it a little close for Payne, but I'll bring a cushion so she will be able to sit down."

She smacked him. "I hate you when you are so smug."

"Yes, I know, but you love what happens before, and afterwards."

"Bastard."

"I have told you over and over again; 'Don't talk about my mother that way.'"

"I am not talking about your mother."

"Bed!

"Children?"

"Your mother's house!"

"Bastard, you think of everything."

"You are a bad girl. I am going to remind you who is in charge."

"Like hell you are. I'm going to resist."

"I was hoping you would say that. Woman go upstairs, and get into bed, now."

"Yes daddy."

"Harold, dinner may be a little late."

"Have fun children, I am going to take it out on my wife."

"Like hell you are."

"I was hoping you would say that. Wife get to bed."

Callie jumped up and down, like a high school cheerleader and yelled, "Oh Goody."

*********

121. The Wedding Bell Blues

Fred yelled, "Hide everyone, she's coming."

"Fred if you don't stop that shit, I'm going to cut your head off."

"Why do you think I have everyone hiding, because you've been so pleasant lately?"

"Give it a rest Fred, or your voice will be changing to a higher pitch."

"Girls, I think we should eat our meals at restaurants from now on. There may be some suspect ingredients in our food at home that may kill us."

"Fred, you are dead man."

She took off after him on a dead run. He looked over his shoulder and said, "Please don't hurt our girls. You can kill me, but not them."

He ran out the front door, with Sharon 10 feet behind him and closing. He ran down the driveway, then back towards the corner of the house. He put on a burst of speed, but she was very fast, and was still very close to him as he turned into the backyard. When Sharon made the same turn, she was hit, full force, by water from two garden hoses, held by her daughters.

Sharon screamed. She was pissed. She didn't catch Fred, and her turncoat daughters were spraying her with ice-cold water. Not only that, but they had the nerve to laugh at her while they were doing it. She would kill each one of them, very slowly, later.

She heard Fred say, "I think she's cooled off girls. Turn off the water, wind up the hoses, and go inside before you get your death of cold."

Sandy said, "Dad you are too evil, and to funny. Who else would have thought to cool off mom this way."

Sharon screamed, "I'm going to warm you up young lady, but in a very different way."

"All bark no bite mom. You won't remember this in twenty minutes. You are totally out of control."

Fred picked Sharon up and carried her to the side entrance to the house, and into the garage. He stripped her bare; as she stood there defeated. He dried her, with big fluffy towels, put her into her warm robe and slippers, and put a towel around her hair.

"Mister Hastings, this does not make us even."

"Of course not dear, I'm one up on you."

"Remember you obnoxious bastard, we have to go through the kitchen when we get into the house. There are knives in the kitchen, knives of many shapes and lengths."

"Yes, and my body has the scars to prove I am familiar with knives. Now, what can I do to make you start acting like a normal human being?"

"Can we elope, tonight."

"Is that all this is all about? You're worried about the wedding?"

"Aren't you?"

"Hell no, I've got my lines down pat. I take a deep breath in, breathe out slowly, and say, "I do." After that, it's party time."

"How can you be so cavalier about something so important?"

"Sharon, how many times do I have to tell you that you are the love of my life. I told you before that I never thought I would have a chance to meet and love someone as special as you. I couldn't be happier if China gave me all the US dollars they have in their vaults."

"Fred, you always make me feel special, and I'm not."

"Don't you ever say that to me again. You are the most special woman I know, and I have known many. I thank God for letting me meet you. I know we met under the strangest circumstances, and we are living under the strangest rules any house could live by, but it is you that makes everything work. I knew it moment I saw you. I knew I never wanted you to leave me. I would have been crushed if you said no. I love you Sharon Williams. I will love only you for the rest of my breathing days."

"Fred stop it or I will start to cry."

"Please cry, I have a bet the girls that I can bring you into the house crying."

She threw a roundhouse right that connected just behind his ear. She screamed, "God dammit Fred you have a hard head."

"That's why the bullet didn't go in. I'm going to lock you out here in the garage because you hit me, and I want you to freeze to death."

"You wouldn't dare."

"Bet me."

She charge towards him as he opened the door to the laundry room, and closed it quickly behind him. She heard the audible click that locked the door. "Fred, you are monster in the disguise of a man."

She pounded on the door for minutes, screaming and yelling obscenities at him, until the door opened without a sound.

Sandy asked her mother, "Why didn't you turn the handle mom. Fred didn't lock the door."

"I heard him lock this door."

"No mom, he fixed the lock for my door and tested it. Then he went upstairs to install."

"Where is he now?"

"He's probably still working on the door to my room."

"The two of you are to stay down here. There may be gunshots, and I don't want you to be witnesses."

"Mom wouldn't you like to stay down here while you cool off?"

"I am cool, and now I'm going to kill him."

"Aren't you being a little overdramatic?"

"I'll let you know after he's lying on the floor, dead."

"Mom, think about New Jersey."

"I am, and I'm thankful that you are grown young women, able to take care of yourselves. I will be back soon to start making dinner. Set the table for five, Fred will not be joining us."

She entered the master bedroom, and found Fred naked on their bed.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

"Waiting to make love to my fiancée."

"Like hell you are, I'm going to kill you for what you did to me."

"What did I do to you that was so heinous?"

"You tricked me into thinking the door to the house was locked. I pounded on it, until Sandy opened it for me, and told me what you had done."

"Did you try the handle, or did you just think it was locked?"

"I heard the click of the lock. I assumed you locked me in the garage."

"You know what they say about the word 'assume' my dear."

"Don't you fuck with me Fred. I am pissed off at you."

"Can I ask you a few questions before you kill me? Why are you angry with the girls? You treat them like they've committed a felony. All they have done for the past week is treat you with kid gloves. They don't know which way to run because of your moods. They all did fantastic on their finals. Even Danni got straight A's, which surprised the heck out of me. She swore she did not cheat by channeling in to Debbie. What more could you want from them?"

"I don't know what's going on Fred. All I know is I'm frightened."

"Would you like to go back on the pill? We don't have to have a child of our own. It's perfectly fine with me. I never believed I would have a family of my own. I have four beautiful daughters. Soon, I will have the most beautiful wife I could have hoped for. I am happy with the way things are between us now. If you would like it to stay this way, just say so."

"Are you sure, Fred? You won't be disappointed in me."

"I was not supposed to be a free man, until I was fifty. More than likely they would have killed me soon afterwards, because I was no longer an asset, and I knew too much. How could I possibly be disappointed in someone as beautiful, and as wonderful as you."

"Fred, I never came off the pill. How was I supposed to explain to you that I never became pregnant. I couldn't keep up that act forever. Sooner or later, I would have had to make a decision to tell you, or to come off them, and have a child I did not want."

"Young woman that is either an octuplet misdemeanor, or a felony. Our wedding is a week from Saturday, take your choice."

"Eight misdemeanors, are you out of your mind? I won't be able to walk down the aisle, or sit down at the dais. 8×20 = 160 smacks on my ass. I'll take the felony, and live with it."

"You are absolutely sure you can live with it?"

"Yes, ANYTHING but being hit that many times."

"ANYTHING, you said ANYTHING, did I hear you correctly?"

"Yes, Fred, ANYTHING you want, I can live with it."

Fred got out of bed, kissed Sharon, and opened the bedroom door.

"ANYTHING!"

"For God's sakes Fred, yes, ANYTHING."

"Girls, we are all going to Barbados!"

Sharon screamed, "No, you wouldn't do that to me."

"Correct me if I am wrong, but you did say ANYTHING."

"You are bastard Fred."

Two girls charged up the stairs, and looked at their parents.

"Really," Sandy said, "We are going to Barbados with you?"

"You can thank your mother for this. She asked me for something special, and I gave her this wish."

Her two oldest daughters surrounded her, and thanked their mother by nearly crushing her to death.

Cindy said, "Mom, you are too cool. We won't be any bother at all. We will find boys our own age, and hang around with them. What is the drinking age in Barbados?"

Sharon sighed, "Oh God, I am going to kill him. There goes my honeymoon."

"Babe, I think you should call your uncle and tell him he's not babysitting our four reprobates. He may want to make other plans after he makes the announcement of his resignation as Attorney General."

Debbie asked, "Do you mean I won the pool?"

If Sandy said, "Dad, you're naked."

"Excellent observation, you'll never guess why?"

"You and mom were going to make love."

"Incorrect, I didn't want to ruin any of my clothes when your mother shot me. She could replace the sheets, and the mattress protector, at minimal cost. However, I wanted my clothes in good condition so she could donate them to a worthy cause."

"Dad, you are full of shit."

"Sandy that's one."

"I hate when you do that to me. You always catch me off guard."

"Why else would you call me 'The Evil Genius.' I will meet you here after dinner."

"I think I just lost my appetite."

"That's okay Sandy, mine just doubled."

"I hate you dad."

"That's okay too, because I love you double. Now, both of you disappear, I have unfinished business to attend to with your mother."

"Mom, do you want us to put the roast in?"

"Yes please; 350° for 2 ½ hours, use the timer. If he's not done with me by then, call the paramedics."

"Sharon listen to this."

Fred closed the door, and turned the locking mechanism until it clicked. He said, "Does that sound familiar to you?"

He ducked just in time to have her right hand go over his head

She screamed as he picked her up, threw her over his left shoulder, and smacked her ass.

"Did you have to rub it in Fred?"




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 29



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

This as a Novel

122. (Tuesday, December 17) Final Wedding Preparations

Julia held Sharon by her right arm as they toured the wedding facility. She wanted to make sure that Sharon did not feel like a fifth wheel, as she did when they were designing her wedding dress. If there was anything she wanted changed, now was the time to change it. There would be well over four hundred guests. Sharon didn't know anyone. Fred only invited a few friends from work. Julia and Jim Green filled out the guest list. It was a who's who of political heavyweights, and donors with deep pockets. Since the Attorney General had not announced his plans to run for the presidency, YET, all monies collected on his behalf, did not fall under the Election Rules of political candidates. The other Political Party could not cry foul, because it was all open, and above board. This was a wedding. It was announced in all the newspapers, all the venues were booked, and all the parties politicians, were as RED as their states on the political map.

Sharon, on the other hand, was overwhelmed by the opulence of everything she saw.

"Aunt Julia, this is too much for someone like me. You must've spent two fortunes creating this fairytale."

"Clark and I would have spent much more after what Fred did for us. This is a joyous occasion, not only for you, but for my husband and me. We will have many happy years together, because of his selfless act. I laugh when my husband tells me what he has planned for Fred's future."

"Should I laugh, also, or should I cry?"

"All I will tell you is to have your cameras ready to take pictures of Fred, when my husband makes the announcement. You will never see a funnier reaction from him in your entire life."

"I have seen some very funny reactions from Fred lately. You will have to go very far to beat them."

"Believe me Sharon, whatever you have seen will pale into insignificance. Try not to laugh when you see his reaction, because it will be all over the news."

"Aunt Julia, now you have me frightened."

"Don't be frightened; you and your girls may pee in your pants by the look on his face. So wear skirts or dresses, but make sure to take lots of pictures."

"Maybe I should wear the incontinence underwear that day. I wouldn't want to make a puddle on the floor."

"I think that's an excellent idea."

Their next stop was the Washington National Cathedral. Although Sharon had been here once before, she was still in awe of the massive building.

Julia explained to her where all the flowers would be, and it tempted to tell her how all the guests of honor would be seated. She did not tell her the President and his wife, Virginia, would be attending. She knew it would be too much for her to handle.

Clark would walk her down the aisle, then transfer to be at Fred's side as his best man. She would step up as her matron of honor, and her daughters and Sondra would be her maids of honor. Michael Free; and four of Fred's co-workers would be his groomsmen.

The President would enter from the Cathedrals' vestibule, unannounced, when the bridal march began. He and his wife would take the first two seats in the left row, and stand quietly as Sharon walked down the aisle.

Fred was to be looking down the aisle at his bride. However, he would have a clear view of the President. It would be interesting to see his reaction. Michael Free had been warned of the Presidents' presence. He was told to be sure Fred didn't fall on his face. It might ruin his entire day.

When she returned home later that evening, Fred had that look in his eyes.

"Please Fred, not tonight, I have a headache."

He laughed. "Dear, that is the oldest line in the book."

"Fred, I've really do have a headache. I have been with my aunt all day going over everything from the church to the dining venue, to the hotel. Everything was so lavish, and over the top, I was barely able to drive home."

He picked her up, carried her up stairs, and lay her down on their bed. He brought her two extra strength acetaminophen tablets, and a glass of water. He made sure she took them.

He undressed her from head to foot and turned her over onto her stomach. He straddled her hips, poured oil onto her shoulders, and began to give her a soothing deep massage. He started with her neck, just below her ears, worked down her trapezius muscles, and down her spine.

Soon, she started to moan, and move her hips under him.

He said, "NO. This is for you. Relax; I want to put you to sleep. You've had a very trying day. I want you to sleep."

"Fred, sometimes you are a bastard; other times, you are a true gentleman."

As he continued giving her the massage, he whispered, "Which one in my being now?"

"You don't want to know the answer to that question, you might spank me."

"It would be my pleasure, dear."

"Yes, I know, that's why I'm not telling you. I love your hands Fred. I love all of you."

As she began the telltale signs of dozing off, he slipped a nightgown over her arms and head, turned her over onto her back, and covered her with their comforter.

"Sleep, my beloved, I will take care of everything else." He kissed her gently, left their room quietly, and closed the door.

123. (Wednesday, December 18) A Little Surprise

Patty and Stephano were on their way to Washington in the helicopter for the multiple reasons of: Seeing Melody and Harmony; finding out who the mole was at the FBI; and the Hastings wedding on Saturday. Their schedule was full.

Patty made it a little fuller, when she said she wanted to stop and see her father and Jemma, before continuing on to Washington.

Much to her surprise, Stephano thought it was a good idea.

Suddenly, she felt there was something wrong with this plan. Stephano never agreed with her this quickly over a change in plans. She decided to test him.

"Steph, I think our schedule is a little too tight for stop in New York. What do you think?"

"Honey, if you want to see your dad, see your dad. If you want to go straight to Washington, let's go to Washington. I have no objections to either plan." He went back to reading his magazine, and showed no emotion at all.

"Okay, let's stop at New York for a few hours. I can see the girls tonight, and start work at the FBI in the morning."

He looked at her and said, "If you're sure that's what you want to do, I'll go along with it. Just tell Rita and Paul so they can change their flight plan. Do you want your dad to pick us up, or should we take a taxi? If he picks us up we can spend more time together, instead of traveling up to 85th St."

Again, she could not read anything into what he said. She would kill him if he was lying to her, and someone sprung a trap on her, when they landed.

Patty opened her cell phone and dialed her father's home phone. Jemma had to smack herself to sound as if she was crying.

"Patty, where are you? They just took your dad to the hospital. I don't know what's wrong with him."

"What happened, Jemma; how long ago?"

"It's been less than an hour. I'm waiting for the nurse to get back so I can be with him."

"What hospital did he go to Jemma?"

"They took him to NYU. Where are you, are you still in Glens Falls?"

"No, we are just north of New York City. We should be landing in twenty minutes or so. We will go straight to the hospital."

"I will see you there Patty."

She said to William, "You do know she's going to kill me."

"I will give you the most beautiful funeral anyone ever had."

"If I didn't love you so much William, you would be on the floor bleeding profusely."

"I was counting on that dear."

"Is Doctor Stephanopoulos here?"

"Yes, he is in the building. He will be with us as soon as she is here."

"Who is going to protect us when she sees you are well and we have tricked her into being here for her first sonogram."

"After what she has been through these last 3 ½ months, I don't think she wanted to be inside another hospital voluntarily. This was the only way to get her into it."

As soon as they landed, and were in a taxi on their way up to NYU Medical Ctr., Patty called Jemma to ask where her father was.

In her weakest voice Jemma said, "They have him in radiology, Patty, they still don't know what's wrong with him."

"Keep calm Jemma, we are on our way."

Stephano was holding her hand tightly, and looking at her with worried eyes. "I know he's going to be fine. His heart is as strong as a lions. We know that for sure. I can't figure out what could have knocked him down so quickly."

"It must be a virus, Stephano. He may be strong, but they can attack the body, and damage it quickly."

Everyone was ready for her entrance into the sonogram lab. In the lab were two female technicians, Doctor Stephanopoulos, and her father. He was wearing a hospital gown for show. Jemma was sitting outside, looking haggard.

"Where is he Jemma; how is he?"

"He's in there, and they're not telling me anything."

"They may not tell you anything, but they sure as hell are going to tell me."

Steph said, "Patty you can't go in there, it's not safe. Remember you're pregnant."

She charged through the door, with Stephano right behind her. She saw her father standing in a gown and ran to him.

"Daddy, are you all right?"

"Now that I have you in this room, I am just fine. Are you ready Doctor's?"

"Yes Mister Zabo, we are ready."

"What have you done to me now?"

"I am calling this 'Precautionary Medicine.'"

"I'm leaving."

"I don't think so. Do you see the syringe in Doctor Stephanopoulos' hand? We can do this the easy way, we can do it your way, or we can do it my way. Which would you prefer child?"

She looked at Stephano, who was blocking the exit door, and said, "You lied to me. You knew about this all the time."

"Your father can be very convincing dear."

"Jemma lied to me."

"Under supreme distress, I might add."

"Okay, let's get this over with. Mom already told me it was twin girls. I don't know why I have to prove it to everyone."

Patty changed into a gown and lay down on the table. The technicians spread the lubricating gel along her abdomen and pressed the wand tightly against it. Doctor Stephanopoulos and the technicians looked at the echoes on the screen, and took several pictures.

Doctor Stephanopoulos said, "Congratulations Mrs. Valentino, you are definitely having twin girls."

Patty looked at her husband and father and said, "I told you so. All this was for nothing."

Doctor Stephanopoulos continued, "Mrs. Valentino, should I arrange for an adoption for the little boy that's in there?"

"WHAT!"

"Take a look, there are three beautiful little children in your stomach. Here is little girl number one, here is little girl number two, and as you can tell, this little one here has a bit extra. This is little boy number one."

"Mom lied to me."

Stephano said, while smiling, "No she didn't. She told you that you were having twin girls, and you are. She just didn't mention you are also having my son. Thank you very much darling, you have given me an heir to my name, everyone else is gone."

William crossed over to his daughter and congratulated her.

"For what, dad, I want to be asleep when they come."

"You will be in twilight, Mrs. Valentino. You will not feel a thing. We are going to deliver them by C-section. You are too tiny in the hips to deliver naturally. Even if there was only one child in there, I would have to deliver you the same way."

"Stephano, you just got lucky. You might never have gotten laid again."

"Me, what did I do? Who told you to have all our children at one time? If we had fooled around during our courtship, none of this would've happened."

"Men, they have such short term memory. We did fool around, you just never got laid."

"It's the same thing precious. If you don't get laid, it's not fooling around."

She grabbed his crotch and squeezed hard.

Stephano stood at attention gritting his teeth. "Patty, let me go."

"Not until you change your mind about fooling around. I seem to remember us sleeping together in the nude, and playing games that would make a priest blush."

"I hate you Patty, I've really hate you."

"Those are not the words I want to hear Stephano." She closed her hand a little tighter.

"Yes Patty we did fool around prior to us getting married. Are you happy now?"

"Aren't you happy that we fooled around before we got married Stephano?"

"I am overjoyed that we fooled around before we got married, Patricia."

She released his pride and joy, and he backed away from the table quickly. "You are going to pay for that little one. I will find a way to make you pay big time."

William put his arm on his son's shoulders. "Steph, do you remember anything in college about the arms race?"

"Of course, William, I even wrote a paper about it."

"What were your conclusions about the arms race?"

"Every time one side developed a new and superior weapon, the other side made sure that they developed a better one. Oh God dad, I'm I in trouble."

"No, not if you capitulate early. Get down on your knees and beg her forgiveness. Otherwise you will wind up like that architect of hers."

Doctor Stephanopoulos asked, "What did she do to the architect?"

"He became her indentured servant for fifteen months. He has to do whatever she tells him to do, whenever she tells him to do it. He feeds her horses, cleans out the barn, but most of all she made him into an architect."

"I thought he was an architect?"

"He was fresh out of school with a Master's Degree in Architecture. He did that because his mother and grandmother wanted him to be a part of the firm. His goal in life was to become a Gigolo. He annoyed Patty and made a bet with her. He knew he couldn't lose, but he did. She worked his tail off. Then she ordered him to design and build our home. She told him if it didn't meet every one of her specifications, she would have him tear it down, and begin again. He hates her, and loves her in equal measure, because of what she did for him."

"Why didn't he just shoot her?"

"It's simple, Patty has a gun, and she is a better shot than he is."

Patty was dressed, and asked, "If you boys are finished telling tales out of school, maybe you could take a pregnant woman to dinner?"

"Deli, Oriental, or Italian?

"Let's go to a Japanese restaurant. This way when I get to Washington, I will be hungry again, and Stephano and take me to a deli."

"You see what I mean, Steph. She is always two steps ahead of us poor men. Don't ever underestimate them. They are wicked to the core. Speaking of wicked, Jemma is going to kill me, because she is sitting outside wondering what the hell is going on in here."

"Dad, whatever she does to you, you deserve in spades."

"Thank you very much dear, I'll remember that in the future."

"Don't forget the wedding on Saturday. It would be bad form for you to show up late."

124. (Thursday, Dec. 19) The Worst Kept Secret in Washington

Wednesday evening, junior White House staffers were at their usual watering holes discussing the days' events. They were also instructed to drop a hint that something big was happening the next day, although they had no clue as to what it was. The president had canceled several meetings, and there might be an announcement made either in the Rose Garden or on the White House lawn. Either way, it was going to be big news. There had been serious problems in the Straits of Hormuz, the Horn of Africa, and Venezuela, but no one knew exactly what the President would announce the next day.

It made the rounds of the late evening newscasts as well as the all-news all the time stations, and no one could put their finger on anything exactly. They would have to wait until 1 PM, when the president would make his appearance at the White House.

Clark Atwater showed up for work on time as usual, which brushed the few press observers off his trail.

Julia Atwater was driven to the White House and let in unobserved by the press. At 12:15 PM, Clark left his office at 12:30 PM. He was put into the back of a Secret Service suburban, given a Service hat, jacket, and a toy gun. His vehicle led a team of two vehicles, followed by a limousine, and another two Secret Service vehicles through the streets of Washington. The gates protecting the White House opened and the entourage was let in.

The press was held back while this important visitor, dressed in white flowing robes, was allowed to enter via the diplomatic entrance. No one noticed Clark Atwater enter through the Secret Service entranceway.

Three minutes later, the man who had been wearing the robes exited the diplomatic entrance, with his head uncovered, smiling. Everyone was congratulating themselves on a perfect simulation.

The press was more than annoyed. They asked the communications director if this is why the president had to delay his departure from the White House.

"Yes, you cannot have a simulation if the parties involved are running all over the place as they wish. Everyone must be in place as if it is a normal working day. If the president is not going to be in the oval office, when there is going to be an attempt on his life, why have a drill? The terrorist had no metal on him. He passed through all our metal detectors. However, our second layer of defense caught a whiff of biological material, and he was taken down immediately. He was not asked to put his hands up to surrender. He was not warned. He was shot and killed before he could move his hands. The simulation was perfect, and our men, who are sworn to protect the President, did just that. The perpetrator never got close to him. The anti-biological agents went into effect, immediately, until it was determined the agents were not released into the air. The Secret Service did a magnificent job."

"Will the president be leaving soon?"

"I will answer that Henry."

"Everyone stood up and said, "Good afternoon, Mister President." Clark Atwater was 20 feet behind him, among several other members of the White House staff."

"I am exceedingly thankful to the members of the Secret Service for their brave action this afternoon. You may not think that a simulation is a brave act, but it is. The way you act in practice is the way you will act when the real thing comes at you. These men and women acted with great professionalism and I am honored to have them at my side day and night.

While these men and women were performing their duty, my good friend, and great Public Servant, Clark Atwater handed me his resignation as Attorney General of the United States. He has performed actions in that office never seen before. He has unleashed the power of the legal system against organized crime in New York, Chicago, Miami, and along our southern border. We have a long way to go, and trials are coming up soon. We have in our possession documents that will put away the top crime bosses in New York City. They thought they were burned that day when they made the attempt on the Attorney General's life. What they did not know was the real documents were already in the safe hands of the FBI. We have other surprises for them. They will never see the free light of day ever again because of the courage of Clark Atwater and his associate Fred Hastings, who nearly lost his life saving this wonderful public servant. It is with great sorrow and a heavy heart that I accept the resignation of my good friend Clark Atwater.

As they shook hands at the microphone, the President smiled and asked, "Do you want to guess what their first question is going to be, or do you want to answer it, before they ask it?"




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"One moment Mister President; Julia will you please join me."

Julia stood by her husband and took his left hand into her right.

"The President has asked me to answer your first question, and we all know what it is. I would like you to meet my wife Julia. I lost my first wife to my political ambitions. I will not lose Julia for any reason at all. I love her more than I love this big White House behind me. We are going on vacation. We have not had a real one in sixteen years. I have been the Governor of the State of Connecticut for eight years; a member of the bench for two years, and Attorney General for six years. Every time I tried to get away with her for some private time; politics got in the way. It is not going to happen this time. She likes to fly her airplane, and I like to sail my boat. If you're looking for us after my nieces wedding on Saturday, you can find us in one of those two places. So to answer your question most clearly and definitely, "No, I am not running for the Presidency of the United States."

There was a huge gasp from the press corps, as cameras clicked away furiously.

The President said to Julia, loud enough for the microphone to pick up, "Julia, change his mind, this country needs him, much more than he knows."

"Mister President, I need him too." The microphones picked up that statement also. It was soap opera at its best.

In his office Fred was dancing with Sondra. "They couldn't have said it, any better if I wrote it for them."

"You wrote it for them Fred?"

"Of course I did. The only thing I didn't put in there were the tears in Julia's eyes at the end. She was magnificent."

Sondra's pencil was sticking out of his tie again.

"What did I do wrong this time?"

"You are windbag Fred. I wanted to let a little air out of you, before you exploded."

"I only do it for him, Sondra. You have no idea how honest and straightforward he is. If he was dying of thirst, and there was a sign on a well that said 'private,' he wouldn't drink from it as a point of honor."

126. (Friday, December 20) will The Mole Is Discovered

Patty and Stephano flew down to Washington after dinner with Jemma and her dad. Jemma kept needling Patty with baseball metaphors. "You only hit a triple, with one more you could have hit for the cycle."

"Jemma get your metaphors correct. The cycle is a single, double, triple, and a home run."

"Isn't that what you're doing?

"Jemma, I still owe you for lying to me. Don't make me hit you in the restaurant."

"He made me do it. Your dad is very convincing when he wants to be. He is a very bad man."

"Darling, you have no idea how bad I can be. When you are healed, the paddles will be put away, and the real fun will begin."

"Do you see what I mean? I never know when he's joking or not."

Patty said, "Look at the twinkle in his eyes. If they are bright and shiny, you are in trouble. If they are dark and brooding, you are in real trouble."

"So what you're saying is I am in trouble all the time."

"It all depends on what you consider trouble!"

The look on Jemma's face made everyone at the table laugh.

**********

Patty and Stephano arrived at the FBI building at 3 AM to set up a program she named, "The Honey Trap." She designed it in a way that only one person would answer the question correctly. Then they had to keep that person in the building just in case you figured out they had been caught.

The way to do this was to say there was a fire in the computer area. Most services would either run slowly or not at all while it was being contained. Everyone was to remain at their posts, until further notice.

The trap was set and baited by 6 AM, and most of the senior and clerical staff did not arrive until after 8 AM.

There was a meeting of the senior staff of the FBI in Michael's office with the US Attorney from New York, Fred Fielding, who would be prosecuted the case against the Mafia bosses in New York. They went over tactics, and evidence that was to be presented, including the files that would be presented. Then Michael dropped the bomb that would seal the fate of these men, and hopefully find the pipeline between his office, and the underworld.

"Gentleman, they will ask for our witness list, and we will give it to them. They will be one name on it that they will never expect. They believe they killed him and he is dead and buried in Cottonwood, Arizona. However, he is alive and well living on the Chippewa Indian reservation in Wolf Point Montana. Alan Robbins is alive, and waiting to testify in open court against these men. Even his wife thinks he's dead. He has tried to escape from our custody at least a dozen times to see them. He has never seen his son, and he is as angry as hell at me and the Bureau. Let's not fuck up this trial up men; or he may kill us all. "

"You've kept this a secret from us all this time."

"It was a need to know basis, and you gentleman didn't need to know."

Fred Fielding said, "You've just made my case a slam dunk. Thank you Michael, I can go to bed tonight, and sleep peacefully."

"I thought you might like that news Fred."

"Does anyone else have any questions?"

No one responded.

"I have one thing more to say about this case. If anyone fucks up the evidence on this case like Robbins did in the first trial, you will be in jail for a minimum of twenty years. I promise you this, because I will charge you as part of a criminal organization. You are dismissed."

"Transcribe the notes of this meeting for me Jessica."

"Right away Director."

Jessica Tandy had been with Michael as he worked his way up through the administrative ranks of the FBI. She had been his loyal and trusted secretary for more than twelve years. She had the highest security clearances. She never failed a polygraph test and always lived well within her means. No one ever doubted her veracity, until a bell went off at Patty's computer.

Jessica had entered a sub-program no one knew existed. It was addressed in code, but routed to Portsmouth Virginia. It was a short message in code and she signed off.

Patty called Michael on his cell, and told him to lock down the building. She had found the mole.

The fire alarms sounded throughout the building. The message went out there was a fire in the computer area. Everyone was to remain at their posts while it was being contained.

Michael ran out of his office, and told Jessica he was on his way down to the computer area to check on the damage. When he reached Patty, that computers had already decoded the message: "Son tell your owners Alan Robbins is alive and living on an Indian Reservation in Wolf Point Montana."

"I can't believe it's her. What has her son done that would put her in such a bind?"

"Michael, let me talk to her and I will find out. If you talk to her all she will do is cry."

"Do it, Patty, get me all the information you can. I am going to hate the day I put her in jail."

"Don't; tell everyone you are using her as a double agent. You are gathering information on everyone in organized crime using Portsmouth as a port of entry."

"I can't do that Patty. I am an officer of the law, and I am sworn to uphold it."

"Think about it while I find out what's going on. Put a wire me so you can listen to the conversation."

*********

"Hello Jessica, my name is Patty, and we have to talk."

"Do I know you?"

"No, but Director Free and I are very good friends. Let's go into his office so we can have some privacy."

"Jessica, until Director Free walks through that door, you are not under arrest for divulging federal secrets to Mafia figures. Unless you tell me how your son figures into all of this, I will not be able to help you out from under the charges you will face. You will spend the rest of your natural life in a federal prison. I know it is not the life you pictured for yourself, or your son. What happened in your son's life that was so terrible that you were forced to become a traitor to your country?"

Jessica dropped her head into her hands and began to cry.

Patty said, "Don't do that, because it will not help you. Only I can help you. Tears will put you in jail. Tell me about your son."

"My son, Anthony, works on the docks in Portsmouth. Those people caught him stealing a kilo of cocaine from their shipment. They didn't torture him, because they knew who I worked for. They took him to his home, and in front of their children they raped his wife for hours. They put her to work in a brothel for a month. They made him stand there and watch as she took on man after man. She is no longer the wonderful woman he married. They told him that if they didn't get information from me about what was happening in reference to their business dealings they would put his wife in the brothel permanently, and start doing the same thing with their fifteen-year-old daughter."

"Why didn't you tell Michael?"

"How could I possibly take a chance like that? If they found out that Anthony was holding anything back from them, I could lose all of them. I would have lost my entire family. I just couldn't do that. They checked on every bit of information I gave them to make sure it was correct. To make sure I was not informing on them, they would pick-up my granddaughter at school, and drive her home. She is so frightened her grades have fallen through the floor. I have told her not to worry; grandma is taking care of everything. Nothing will ever happen to her."

"We have all the information we need now. Don't you dare arrest her, Michael, her family has suffered enough."

Michael Free walked into his office, and Jessica turned pale. She stood up and said, "Director, I am so sorry."

"I could have helped you. I would have moved heaven and earth to help you."

Patty said, "Michael, let her continue doing what she's been doing, until you have everyone you need in place. My father can help you with that because of the people he knows, and deals with from time to time. When you are ready to make your move he will back out of your way so you can make your arrests. Do not move Jessica and her family into the Witness Protection Program until the very last second. I don't want them to go to Arizona or New Mexico, because that's the first place these people will look for them. Get Anthony's wife and daughter professional help. They are going to need a lot of it. They have experienced traumas no one should have to live through."

"Can I use your $1.4 million to do that?"

"I am in a generous mood today, Michael, so yes you can. If you use one penny of that money for anything else, Dorothy, Melody, and Harmony will be visiting you in jail."

"God, I hate you Patty."

Stephano was leaning against the doorjamb to Michael's office. He said, "Gee whiz, Patty, where have I heard that statement before."

"I'm not sure where it started Steph, but if I were to venture a guess, I believe it was you."

"You may be right, but if it wasn't me, I am absolutely sure it was Brad."

"No, I am sure it was you."

"Do you want to argue about this, or would you rather get laid."

"Gentlemen, I have just received an offer I cannot refuse. When you and my father figure out the details of this operation, give me a call, and I will tell you everything that's wrong with it."

Michael said, "Stephano get her out of here before I shoot her. I do have a real gun, and I rarely miss at this range."

"Michael, you gave her a gun, and she does not miss at this range."

"I must've been insane that day."

Patty kissed Michael goodbye and whispered, "I hate you too Michael, very much."

***********

As it is every December 20 of the year, Congress takes is Christmas vacation on the taxpayers tab. The only item discussed during the day was the shocking announcement by Clark Atwater that he would not seek the Presidency of the United States. He said in a press conference later that day there would be no secret meetings, no television appearances, no state visits, no international travel that involved meetings with heads of state, and nothing that involved politics. When Julia and he traveled, it was going to be for their pleasure only, and they wanted to be treated as ordinary U.S. citizens."

Members on the Right were rejoicing, members on the Left were wondering who would challenge for the lead in the parties election. There was a huge void to be filled.

127. (December 21) The Wedding

It was a bright, beautiful day in Washington DC, and the throngs of people that were invited and uninvited guests of Sharon Williams and Fred Hastings nuptials filled the Cathedral and poured out on the public areas surrounding it. The guest list was like a who's who of the business and political world. Gates, Castronova, Bloomfield, Schneider, Chase, Gomez, the list went on with thirteen billionaires, 20 senators, forty-five senior members of the House of Representatives, Members of the Supreme Court, Members of the Federal Reserve, CEOs of the largest companies in the United States, just the type of people you would expect at any normal wedding.

Sharon knew none of them. Fred knew a few of the members of Congress. Later in his life several would be instrumental in it, but he could not know that now.

As the wedding theme began, Clark took Sharon by her arm, the doors of the great cathedral opened, and everyone stood to see the bride enter. As they were looking down the aisle, President Collins and his wife Virginia walked out of the vestibule accompanied by the Bishop, and sat in the first two seats in the left row.

Fred heard the disturbance, turned his head slightly, and saw President Collins standing there. His body weaved until Michael caught him by the arm.

He said, "Take it easy Fred." He smacked him on his back and said, "Breathe, look at the bride."

Fred turned his head to a glorious looking Sharon, took a deep breath, and smiled. "You knew about this you bastard, you are going to die."

"Speak to your uncle; he put me up to this."

Sharon only had eyes for Fred, as he stood there waiting for her. As she reached the first row, her uncle Clark beamed as he lifted her veil and kissed her.

"Thank you so much Uncle Clark."

"I love you like a daughter, Sharon."

Fred hit him on his shoulder and said, "May I have my bride now? I have waited all my life to meet this one woman."

Clark laughed, "We were all sure he was gay."

"Well, I am not. Would you take your place as my best man please?"

"It will be my pleasure Fred."

Julia took Sharon's left arm as her matron of honor, and Clark took Fred's arm as his best man. Clark whispered in Fred's ear, "You do know I am the best man here."

"Yes, your worship, you are; as long as I continue to write your speeches."

Julia leaned forward and asked, "Are you two imbeciles ready yet?"

Clark and Fred said, "Yes dear."

The Archbishop began the service with the acknowledgment of the attendance of President Royce and Virginia Collins.

Sharon said to Julia, "I should have worn the incontinence underwear. I'm about to pee my pants."

Julia said, "Don't worry about it; you're standing on carpet. It will soak it up, and your dress will hide it."

Twenty minutes later, after the exchanges of the rings, and the kissing of the bride, Fred led his wife Sharon Hastings down the aisle to the cheers of his guests and friends. As they entered the bright afternoon sunshine, the cheers got louder.

The greatest piece of memorabilia from that wonderful day was the picture of them standing on the top step of the Cathedral. Sharon was standing in the center, with the president, his wife, and her four gorgeous daughters were standing to her right. Fred, her Uncle Clark, Aunt Julia, Director Free, and four of Fred's friends from work were standing to her left. It was a magnificent picture. Anyone who desired a copy of it had to pay Sharon a penny. Even her uncle Clark was not immune from this charge. There were no exceptions.

Everyone in the new Hastings family was exhausted by 11 PM, when they left for the airport. Except for the dinner break, they were constantly on the dance floor. Fred and Sharon were allowed to dance the traditional first dance together. After that they rarely saw each other during the evening. What should have been a very staid event because of the character of the people there, turned out to be a really raucous evening. Even the President had his tie off by 9 PM. Women were dancing without shoes (thankfully), even though their gowns were dragging along the floor. Business deals were put off, because everyone was having such a wonderful time. When Sharon finally bumped into her Aunt Julia, whose three hundred dollars hairdo was now permanently gone, she asked her, "What drugs did you put into those drinks?"

Julia laughed, "I didn't put it in their drinks darling. I put it in their food."

Sharon opened her mouth in shock, until her aunt winked at her. She finally realized it was a joke.

"Sharon sometimes people here in Washington do let their hair down. Congress is in recess, and no one gives a hoot about what is going to happen on Monday. This is your night sweetheart; kick up your heels and enjoy it."

As the time was approaching for them to leave Fred approached one of the Secret Service members and asked if anybody knew where his wife was. The man spoke into his sleeve, and received an answer in his ear.

He said, "Mister Hastings, your wife is 20 yards to our left, and 30 yards to the center. She is dancing with the Secretary of Defense, and from all reports she has to defend herself from his hands."

"He better watch out for his hands. She will cut them off at his elbows if he's not careful. Would you pick a spot for Sharon and I to say goodbye to the President and Mrs. Collins please." The agent nodded and Fred walked off to save the Secretary of Defense.

The band stopped playing and Clark Atwater announced that the new Mister and Mrs. Hastings were leaving on the weirdest honeymoon anyone had ever taken. Part of the reason for this was because the new couple wanted both Julia and he to make a quick getaway out of Washington, and begin our long deserved vacation. We promised to take care of our four fabulous nieces, while they were on their honeymoon. However, when I advised Fred, two weeks ago, that I was not going to run for the presidency, Fred and Sharon would not allow us to stay one moment longer in this city to be hounded by the press. Fred has been my legal left arm, my brain, and my right hand man, since he was in college. He stepped in front of two bullets that were meant for me, and nearly died because of it. Now, he is taking his four wonderful children, with him, on his honeymoon, so my wonderful wife, Julia, and I, can take that vacation which is long overdue. I cannot think of a man who is more dedicated, or more faithful to his job, his boss, and yes his friend. When he is old enough, you may want to think about putting him inside this building." He turned, and looked at Fred. "I love you like the son I never had."

There were tears in the audience and even some of the hard-core press veterans were misty-eyed.

Fred stood there for a moment, and then broke the solemnness by saying, "Thank you, your grumpiness."

The crowd exploded with laughter. Even the President was holding his sides he was laughing so hard.

However, the telling of the true tale was the way they hugged each other, when the speaking stopped, and the applauding started.

Fred and Sharon said a private goodbye to the President and Mrs. Collins, before he addressed everyone at the Gala facility.

"Ladies, gentlemen, finally I can call this lovely, courageous young woman my own. You have all read what she went through as a young mother and battered wife. I could not be more proud, as a man, to call her Mrs. Sharon Hastings. As everyone I have ever worked with will tell you, they thought I was gay. I never went out with any woman, and I saved every penny I ever made. I drove a car my comrades at work bet on daily would never get me to work, or work on time.




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This woman is the reason why I waited. Where else are you going to find a Virgin Bride, who comes with four beautiful teenage girls? If anyone dares say otherwise, you can take it up with me, now.

Good night everyone; please continue to have a good time, and drive safely on your way back to your homes and your hotels."

They could still hear laughter as they exited the ballroom.

As they arranged themselves in the stretch limousine, Sharon said, "Could you have embarrassed me anymore than you did Fred?"

"Embarrassing you, how did I embarrass you? I paid you the highest compliment any man can pay a woman."

"Yeah mom, you always wished Fred would be your first. Now you can wipe away the memory of what our father did to you, and have Fred take your virginity the proper way."

"I suppose you are going to supervise?"

"Mom, all four of us could supervise."

"I can see this is going to be very enlightening honeymoon. Did you get us adjoining rooms Fred?"

"Yes, sort of."

"What do you mean, 'sort of?'?"

"We can each have our own individual sleeping areas."

Cindy said, "Mom, I think dad's nose just grew."

Debbie said, "I wish it was his dick that grew."

"Maybe he's like Dumbo and his ears grew. Any way you look at it mom, dad is lying."

"I am not lying. We all have individual pillows and blankets."

Steam was beginning to funnel out from Sharon's ears. She looked at her new husband and said, "Fred, look at me."

He continued looking into the darkness.

Louder, Sharon said, "Fred, look at me!"

He did not acknowledge her again.

She grabbed his jacket and yelled, "Fred, look at me dammit!!!"

"Yes dear, can I help you?"

"What did you do? If you lie to me, you will be dead before we reach the airplane."

Sandy said, "Dad, before you answer her question; is the vacation paid for?"

"Yes it is; why do you ask?"

"It would be a real shame to have it all go to waste if you are dead, and they're taking mom to jail. The girls and I can go to Barbados, have a fabulous time, and come back in two weeks for the pretrial hearings."

"Do you see what I mean, Sharon? She even has the timing right. She hasn't gone to law school, and she knows the pretrial hearing is two weeks after your booked into jail. She has to be a lawyer. I'm sure you're Uncle Clark will take good care of her and get her into Yale or Harvard or Penn law school. He may be able to use his influence to get you out of jail on leave to see her graduate."

"Mom, you don't have to kill him, I will. I am not going to be a lawyer. I will never be a lawyer, I will never marry a lawyer, I will never live next to a lawyer, and I will never live next to a courthouse. I hate lawyers."

"Sandy, you've made your point. However Fred has not answered my question. Do you want to answer it Fred or should I kill you without knowing and just guessing what you did?"

Fred pushed a button on the console and said, "Driver, would you open the moon roof please?"

"Don't even think about escaping through that hole in the ceiling Fred. I will grab you by your balls and yank so hard I will pull your tongue down through your asshole."

"God dad," Danni said, "I think that would hurt."

"Sharon, love of my life; the woman I waited for and never dreamed I would meet. You know how much..."

"Knock it off Fred. What did you do?"

"I rented us a villa on a private beach."

"What is all the secrecy about? I think that's wonderful, don't you girls?"

"Mom, I think you should wait for the other shoe to drop before making a final judgment," Cindy said. "He has that look in his eye which means he's up to no good."

"Okay Fred, out with it; let's hear it all before you die a slow, agonizing death being dragged underneath a limousine."

"It's not that bad. It's an open area plan. 3000 ft.², ceiling fans throughout, Central kitchen, a huge den, a big living room, large eat in kitchen, and four bathrooms. What more could you ask for?"

"It sounds delightful to me girls; how about you?"

"Mom, you are so naïve. Did you notice he left one thing out?"

"No, what did he leave out? Fred, what are they talking about?"

"Beats me, I have no idea?"

Debbie looked at Danni and asked, "You or me?"

"Actually, I think Cindy should do it. She's the dumbest."

"I am not. I got straight A's also."

"I know, only God can explain how that happened."

"It's called studying midget."

"Take that back or I will cut you off at the knees."

"You would have to cut me off at the hips to see me eye to eye."

"Girls, stop it. I want to hear what your father has to say before blood is drawn in this car. Fred, love of my life, where do you want your balls tonight?"

"Way to go mom!"

"The girls have me stumped dear. I have no idea what's missing. The villa has all the comforts of home: beds, bathrooms, kitchen, dining area, fans, a beautiful view of the ocean, and the beach. I know it doesn't have walls but when it rains they have Hurricane shutters that come down electrically, and cover the openings to the inside of the building. We have a staff that will bring us food that we order through the commissary. There are restaurants less than a mile away. There are clubs in town, and there is transportation to and from them. I have no idea what the problem is?"

"Are we still on the house rules dad, or can we use a limited use of adult language?"

"A limited amount of adult language will be tolerated."

"Good, because dad, you are full of shit. You know what's missing; the four of us know what's missing; only mom is in the dark. We will tell her if you don't tell her soon."

"I will withhold sexual favors."

Sharon kissed him. "So will I dear. This will be a honeymoon you will never forget."

Fred said, "Why do I have a feeling I'm not getting fucked."

Cindy said, "If you fess up you are. If you don't you aren't getting fucked times five. It's a tough choice dad. Let your libido be your guide."

"Have you been looking in the dictionary again?"

"No, I saw it on a screwed up cat advertisement on a school bulletin board. It said if your male cat eats more liver, it is good for his LI Bid O. I asked a friend what chemical formula they were talking about. She told me it was something that was good for the cats' dick. Now are you going to tell mom, or are you going to be a monk for the next two weeks?"

"Sharon, love of my life..."

"Fred, you have been there and done that. What is missing from this house?"

"Bedrooms."

"Bedrooms, how can you have four bathrooms, and no bedrooms?"

"The bathrooms are outside the house."

Sharon screamed at the top of her lungs. "The bathrooms are where?"

"Outside the house; they are in Lanai's that are attached to the house. They have hot and cold running water, a king size bathtubs, a separate shower, a commode, a bidet, and a double sinks. If we wanted to buy it at today's prices it would cost eleven million dollars."

The females in the car took in a deep breath at the price he quoted. All of a sudden it didn't sound so bad.

Then he dropped the third shoe.

"There's one other item I should mention about this resort." "

"What is it Fred; is it in a leper colony?"

"No dear, Father Damien helped eradicate those in the nineteenth century."

"So what is the problem with this resort Fred?"

"It's in a nudist colony."

She screamed, "Are you out of your mind? My babies are not going around nude."

Danni said, "Take a Valium mom, and chill out. We are going to have a blast." Her four daughters were around Fred, like wrapping paper on the box. She could not believe how excited they were at the thought of romping around in the nude. She called the girls to order and told them to sit down.

"Girls since you are happy about romping around in your birthday suits; you will have to prepare your bodies correctly. There will not be a hair anywhere, from your coccyx to your chin. This is not for grooming sake; this is for your health. There are little crawling things in the sand, and in the ocean that would nothing better than to get into the hair around your tender pussies. Bathing suits normally keep them away from that area. Since you are not going to be wearing a suit, complete cleanliness is a necessity. Doctor Fred will inspect each one of you, inside and out, before you leave the villa."

Fred smiled as he looked at his females. "I know it's a tough job, but I'm up to it."

Sandy looked at her him and asked, "Are you going to wear a bathing suit dad?"

"Sandy, clothes of any kind are not allowed on the beach."

"Mom, I volunteered to shave dad."

"Like hell, no one is shaving me."

"Mom you said this was for health reasons. If I am shaving for health reasons, we have to help dad understand that we are shaving him for health reasons, even if we have to tie him down to do it. Isn't that right?"

Sharon looked at her new husband, whose face now was white with fear. "Sandy, darling, health is the most important thing we have in life. Without your health you have nothing. Before your father leaves the villa tomorrow morning, he will not have a hair anywhere from his toes to his nose. He will do it willingly, or he will do it our way. Won't you darling? You wouldn't want to set a bad example for your girls, would you?"

"I told you I was getting fucked, didn't I?"

"It will be one of many times while you're on vacation dear. Lie back and enjoy it."

Sharon hit a button on the console and asked the driver to stop at a twenty-four hour drugstore, because she had to pick up a few healthcare items she forgot to buy. The driver stopped in front of a Walgreens store, and five women charged into the store straight to the men's grooming aisle. They purchased ten cans of shaving cream, four triple headed razors, with a package of ten refills, bottles of baby oil, hydrogen peroxide and isopropyl alcohol, styptic pencils, liquid new skin, a box of five hundred multiple size bandages, one hundred feet of clothesline (rope), and a small suitcase.

The pharmacist looked at them as he totaled up their bill, and asked, "What are you going to do, shave a Russian wolfhound?"

Debbie said, flatly, "No, we're going to shave my dad."

The pharmacist laughed. He was still smiling as they left the store. He was sure they were joking."

When they reached Washington National Airport, they were allowed through the diplomatic entrance, straight to their waiting private jet. Fred knew something was wrong. He had seen a picture of the private jet aircraft he ordered for their flight, and this one was twice as large. He asked the driver if he was sure he was going to the correct aircraft. The driver said the aircraft had the appropriate tail number, and the Attorney General told him to give you this note when they arrived.

"What did that crafty old bastard do to me now?"

"YOUR GRUMPINESS, my ass. I am going to get even with you in a big way sonny. This is just the beginning. I bought this aircraft for Julia. It's brand-new and going on its shakedown flight to Barbados, with my favorite family on board. If it makes it back here in one piece, I'll let her fly it. If it doesn't, well, it's been nice knowing you. Julia is taking her flight certification tests this week, so don't scratch it. You can start writing my life story as soon as the wheels get off the ground. I just received a one million dollar advance from Harper and Rowe. I can't get rid of you even when I try to Fred. You are a ghostwriter, again. You have been one for the past fifteen years. Now you will get credit for it. The president is quite impressed with you, but for the life of me, I can't figure out why."

Fred called his new uncle.

"I take it you got my note Freddy boy."

"I have one question to ask you? How much are you paying me to write this novel?"

"Novel my ass. I want every word to be true."

"In other words you want me to write the story of my life. Every word you said for the last fifteen years has come out of my mouth or out of the tip of my pen."

"If I could get my hands on your throat right now I would squeeze it in so my capillaries met."

"Does capillaries have two 'p's or one, sir?"

"C a p I, why am I spelling that word for you?"

"Because you are still as gullible as you were, when you were governor. Keep your eye on the prize, Uncle. Do everything the way we planned it. Don't go near anything political. Say no until they stop coming to you. When the other side shows a clear front-runner and our side realizes no one can beat them that is when you turn Aunt Julia loose. Enjoy your vacation until next September. You won't get another one for nine years."

"If I don't get a vacation for nine years, neither will you."

"What a surprise. First you tell me I'm writing my own biography, and then you tell me I'm not getting a vacation for nine years. Sir, it sounds like we may be twins."

"I don't know how you dropped into my lap Fred, but it was the best day of my political life."

"I'm not going to have anything to do for the next nine months, sir. Your baseball team is foundering, and since I have the time, why don't I take it over and make it act like a real team."

"Fred, I will get a restraining order keeping you out of the same state as my ball club."

"What if I just negotiate their salaries for you?"

"Fred, go on your honeymoon before I go over there and shoot you."

"Director Free told me the safest place to be is standing directly in front of you. That way you're sure to miss me."

"You had better leave, or I will fire him."

"That's a great opening line for the book. I'm going to write that down."

"Have a great vacation Fred. Tell Sharon and the kids we love them."

"Goodbye uncle, I'll start on the book right away. Thank you for looking after me for all these years. It has been an honor to serve you sir." He hung up before the Attorney General could respond.

Clark looked at his phone and shook his head. "Look after you Fred? How many times did you pull my ass out of the fire? How many legal issues did you pull out of a hat by staying up day and night, looking for an advantage the other side would not see coming. You never went towards the edges of the law like others would do to win at any cost. There are not many like you Fred, and I am going to put you where you belong." He laughed as he went back to the party.

As soon as the aircraft took off, Fred asked the flight attendant to give his girls blankets and pillows. He was going to have them get undressed and go to sleep for the remainder of the flight.

The attendant pulled some levers, and arranged the luxurious chairs into their sleeping positions. She put sheets on them and put privacy screens around their sleeping areas. The aircraft had not reached its cruising altitude, and the girls were already asleep. Fred and Sharon were drinking orange juice with ginger ale, while talking about the day's events. It was something neither of them would ever forget, and they wanted to try to remember every second of it. Talking about it helped, but after an hour of talking Sharon was no longer responding. Her head was leaning against Fred's shoulder, her eyes were closed, and a smile was on her face. When the flight attendant peeked into the rear of the aircraft, Fred pointed to the lights above his seating area.

The attendant helped more than that. She used controls by the galley to lower their seats into a sleeping position, and turn off their lights. She covered Sharon and Fred with blankets, and gave him two pillows, just in case Sharon woke up during the flight.

Time flew by, and the next thing anyone knew, the attendant was waking them up so they could prepare for descent and landing into Barbados. Over three hours of flight time had passed by, and it felt like minutes. The girls were not modest at all as they trudged back to the lavatory in panties and bras. They may have been moving, but they were not awake. Sharon was another case altogether.

He tried to wake her, but her response was "No Fred, it's too early for sex. Go back to sleep, I don't want to have sex now. Leave me alone I'm tired."

"Babe, even though that is normally the first thing on my mind in the morning, we are going to land soon. You have to get ready to get off the airplane."

"Fred leave me alone, I want to sleep. Go play with yourself and leave me alone."

The flight attendant was laughing as she heard Sharon's protests. Fred asked her for a cold glass of water and two ice cubes.

When he got them he said, "Drink this Sharon." He put the cup of water to her lips, but she refused to drink.

"Drink this Sharon." He tried to give her the water again and she refused to drink it.

He said to the flight attendant, "Please give us a little privacy. There is going to be a loud scream in here in a few moments, followed by some yelling and some fighting. There may be blood, but it will be mine and not hers. Just in case, have a wet towel handy."

Fred tried twice more to get Sharon to drink the cold water and failed.

"I don't like starting our married life this way, but you have to wake up quickly so we can prepare to land. I'm sorry about this, but you leave me no choice. Try to remember that I love you, and I forgive you if you kill me."

Fred lifted the edge of her floaty skirt, and ran the ice cubes up the inside of her creamy thigh. She did not move.

His fingers touched the edge of her bikini underwear, and ran the cubes along its edges, but still she did not move.

Fred thought, "She's going to kill me."

He lifted the edge of her underwear and rubbed the ice over the smooth lips of her vulva. She moaned, and smiled in her sleep.

Fred said, "Oh well, I'm dead anyway." He opened the tender lips of her vagina, and felt one of his fingers rub against her clit. It was unconscious also.

"Not for long, you're not." He took the ice cubes, put them inside the upper lips of her pussy, and held them closed. After a few seconds, he removed his hand smooth her panties, straightened her dress, and pretended to be asleep. He knew it would not take long to get the reaction he knew would come.

About forty seconds later, Sharon's eyes popped open wide. As she assessed the situation, she grabbed her crotch and screamed as if it was on fire. She lifted her dress and reached into her panties, and started rubbing her pussy violently, trying to heat it up.

Fred tried his best to contain his laughing, but he failed miserably. Soon he was doubling over, nearly uncontrollable.

"It was you! You deviant bastard." Sharon started pounding on his head and back. "What is so damn funny?" She continued pounding his back with one hand, and rubbing her pussy with the other. The flight attendant came around the corner and stopped her.

"Mrs. Hastings, we are getting ready to land. He attempted to wake you up for thirty minutes and you refused. You kept mumbling about not wanting to have intercourse with him, but all he wanted to do was give you a drink of water so you could wake up slowly. I believe I know what he did with the two ice cubes by your reaction. Personally I like it when they put the ice cubes on my nipples to wake me. His method was a little harsher, but extremely effective. Would you like some water now?"

"If you have some coffee I would prefer that."

Sharon shook her head at Fred. "You are evil. We are not married for fifteen hours, and you torture me in a way I have never heard of. What am I going to do with you?"

"How does love me for the next 100 years sound to you?"

"If you don't kill me with all these tricks of yours, I can live with that."

"Let's check on the kids, and make sure they're ready to go."

The girls were dressed, hair in ponytails, and minimal makeup because of the heat they were expecting. They only had one question: "Mom, what could he possibly do to you in an airplane that would make you scream like that?"




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 29



"Girls, you have to add another rung to your fathers' ladder of depravity. The flight attendant told me he tried to wake me, but I refused. The 'EVIL GENIUS' came up with something only he could think of. He took ice cubes placed it inside my vagina and let it melt over my clitoris. While my body was doing all this work, he was lying down next to me waiting and watching for my reaction. He became hysterical when he saw me wake up and watched how I reacted to his torturous scheme. I tried to beat him to death. The flight attendant stopped me and told me that it was my fault. Your father is evil to the core; Never Trust Him."

"Mom, we already knew that."

"Smart asses."

************

The Sun was rising out of the deep blue ocean, as the six of them stood on the deck of their villa, starring at it. They had never seen a site so glorious in all their lives.

Sharon held Fred's hand and asked, "Can we buy this please?"

"I will never say no to you Sharon. If you want this, you can have it."

"I could look at that site forever, and never get bored."

"What do you think girls?"

The girls were too enthralled with the site of the massive globe rising out of the dark blue water to hear anything. The hues of magenta, cyan, yellow, and cerulean blue were out of a pallet only mother nature could design.

Fred pulled Sharon and walked in front of his four children. Finally, they responded to the shadows in front of them.

"Mom, dad, you're blocking the view."

"Did any of you hear the question your mother asked me?"

The girls looked at each other, shook their heads, and unanimously said, "NO."

"I'm sorry Sharon; I guess the girls don't want me to do it."

Sandy asked, "Do want mom?"

"It's too late now kids. He's made up his mind. I asked him to buy this place, and he said it was up to you. You made no decision, and that ended it."

Four girls tackled Fred to the ground before he knew what hit him. He was lying on his back, when he asked them what their problem was.

Danni said, "If you don't buy this place for mom, you're never getting a piece of my ass again."

"Only your ass; what about the rest of you?"

"You're not getting any of that either."

"Well, I still have the other three girls I can count on."

In harmony he heard, "NO YOU DON'T."

He looked at his wife and asked, "Do you remember how I answered your question dear?"

"Yes Daddy, I do. You said you could never say NO to me. You are just teasing the girls."

"Daddy, you're a dead man."

They started attacking his clothes when Fred told them to stop.

"Today is for your mother and me. This is our wedding day. I would like the four of you to stay together and have fun. Charge everything to the Villa, and stay on the property. You can come and go as you please, but intimacy today is reserved for us."

Sharon glowed as she heard Fred's words, and her children gathered around her. Then she reminded them of the deeds that had to be performed before they went outside.

Danni whispered to the group, "It will only take us a few minutes to take care of each other. Let's get dad first."

Sharon asked Fred, "Where are the beds?"

"According to the floor plan, they are by the partitions behind the curtains."

"Which one is ours?"

"I don't know; let's look."

While Fred and Sharon went to find the master bedroom, Sandy unpacked the rope. Cindy found a large pot and started putting water into it. Danni and Debbie pulled the suitcase with the shaving cream and other items towards the bathroom closest to the bedrooms. Precision and timing was the name of the game. Sharon had her pepper spray in her hand, ready to debilitate Fred.

When Cindy yelled, "Ready" Fred never knew what hit him.

He screamed when the pepper spray hit him in the eyes, and his hands automatically went up to cover them. He was knocked to the floor and spread eagle. One leg each was attached to posts holding up the roof of the house. A cold compress was put over his eyes, as they tied 5- foot lengths of rope to one arm and one leg has tightly and closely together as possible. When they were finished all Fred could do was wiggle his head.

As his vision cleared he saw four young women opening packages of razors and cans of shaving cream lined up on both sides of him.

He begged, "I will give you each $10,000 to stop right now."

Danni replied, "Dad, you have to remember what mom said? Without your health you have nothing. If you get sick what happens to the rest of us. We will be devastated without you. You wouldn't want that to happen to us, would you?"

"Danni that is a great argument. If you had not said it with a big smile on your face I would have believed you. I will get even with you for this."

"Dad, you are so far ahead of me, I could never catch up."

Fred laughed, because he couldn't think of anything else to do. "I love you munchkin. If you cut me, I'm going to bite your clit until you cum."

"Really dad, do you promise?"

"Have I ever broken a promise to you?"

"No dad, you never have."

Sharon picked up his head and rested it on her lap. She was naked, and she lowered her breast to his mouth. Nature took its course and Fred became erect.

Sandy said, "That's perfect mom, keep it up, we will be able to shave him clean before he knows it."

Fred looked up at his wife and said, "You planned this, and you say I am evil."

"It's much better to do it this way, then to do it while you're flopping around. Suck on my breast and don't think about what's happening down south."

"That's easy for you to say."

"Oh well, I guess I'll have to go with option number two." She moved out from under him, and let his head hit the floor.

"Ouch! Where are you going?"

"I was thinking about getting some ice cubes."

"If you do, I will bleed to death."

"Okay, I'm tired of you talking. Let's try this." She straddled his chest until she was just out of reach of his tongue. The harder he tried to reach her pussy the bigger she smiled.

"Payback is a bitch isn't it Fred."

"I had no choice. You would not wake up."

"The flight attendant said you should've tried my nipples."

"If there is a next time, I'm going to shove the ice cubes up your ass."

She moved her pussy a few inches further away from him. "Fred that was not the correct answer."

"I promised you an eleven million dollar house. What more do I have to do to show you how much I love you?"

"How are we going to pay for this house?"

"We are going to take a trip to West Virginia. Don't worry about the money, I have it all worked out. My maiden aunt left it in trust for me and I just found out about it."

"Do you really think the IRS, the FBI, and the Justice Department will buy it?"

"I have been leaving a trail of breadcrumbs for years. My aunt supposedly owned stocks and bonds worth hundreds of millions of dollars, and never spent a penny of it. Does that sound familiar to you?"

"It sounds like a family tradition. Your father and mother didn't spend money. Your aunt didn't spend money. You never spent money. All of the sudden here is all that money and it drops in your lap. What a surprise that must be?"

"I'm going to check on my sister and her family, and see how she is doing. I don't want to see her suffering or living from hand to mouth. If she is happy with her husband, I'm going to give her a few million dollars and watch what happens to them. Sometimes money ruins a marriage, other times it enhances it. I'd really like to see her. It's been a very long time."

"All finished mom. He doesn't have a hair anywhere around his dick or balls. All we have left are his legs, arms, chest, back, and ass."

"So how can you say you are finished?"

"We finished the most important part. If we cut off an arm or a leg, that doesn't matter. His dick and balls matter."

"I understand, you may continue."

"You are very sneaky babe. You distracted me so well I didn't feel a thing. May I eat your pussy now?"

"No, not until I shove two ice cubes up your ass."

"Okay, let's get this over with. Go get them, and then sit on my face. It should be a wonderful combination."

"You are out of your mind Fred."

"It's diversion therapy. If my ass is cold and the rest of my body is boiling hot, ice cubes are going to melt in a hurry. That leaves my tongue and your clit together for a long time."

"I think your bluffing Fred. I don't think you can take it. I'm going to get the ice cubes, shove them up your ass, and sit on your face just as you asked. I bet you can't take it."

"What would you like to bet dear?"

"Oh no, I'm not getting trapped in that again. I'll bet you a dollar."

"A dollar, at least make it ten dollars. You can't even buy a Coke for a dollar."

"Okay I'll bet you a Coke."

"A Coke for everyone."

"Okay a Coke for everyone."

"Coke and the ice cubes."

Sharon went to the kitchen, opened the freezer door, and there was nothing in it. No food, no cokes, and no ice. It was 7:15 AM and she went back to tell Fred the news.

"Fred, we have no food or ice in the house."

"Yes, I know. The commissary won't deliver anything until they open at 9 AM. However, there is an ice machine on the side of the commissary where you can get ice twenty-four hours a day. Just slide your card in, and it charges it to the room automatically. I'll wait for you here."

Sharon went into her bag to start putting on some clothes and Fred said, "What are you doing?"

"I'm getting dressed."

"I'm sorry dear, but no clothes are allowed at this resort."

"You bastard, I should kill you where you lay. You set this up. You want me to go outside naked."

"Dearest, would I do that to you?"

Sharon smiled at him. "Fred, you are evil."

"You should put on sunscreen. I would hate for you to burn in certain areas where I intended to punish you later today."

Sharon hung the card around her neck stood by the front door, opened it and walked out. She was as red as the Queen of Hearts as she turned towards the commissary. Soon she saw other people walking around in the altogether, and she became less self-conscious. As she approached the ice machine there was a short line of men. They turned, looked at her, and said good morning. None of them became erect. One man said, "I guess you lost the bet."

"How do you know about the bet?"

"Why do you think we are out here instead of our wives?"

Everyone on the line laughed, introduce themselves, and look forward to seeing her and her husband around the resort.

"Are there any teenagers at this resort?"

"We are overrun with them. They are mostly girls, with a few boys here and there. They are the best behaved kids you will ever find."

When she returned to the Villa the girls asked her if she met anyone. She explained what happened at the ice machine, and heard Fred laugh.

"You are about to get yours Mister Hastings."

"I thought I was supposed to be called, 'What?'"

"Don't piss me off Fred; I'll shove the whole bag up your ass."

"With or without the plastic dear?"

"With the plastic, it will not take as long to do it, and my hands won't get as cold."

"Make sure you use a lubricant, the bag will act like a condom."

Cindy said, "It's no use trying to play word games with him. Just do it, and keep the lawyer in him quiet."

"Just remember babe, today belongs to you. If I am out of action, you don't get any."

"How do you always wiggle out of punishment Fred?"

"I am not wiggling out of anything, my love. I am just giving you a choice."

"Girls do you want to say it with me, or should I say it alone?"

Debbie replied for the group, "We are with you mom, 100%."

"One, two, three, WE HATE LAWYERS!"

Fred replied, "I love you; one and all."

One hour later Fred was devoid of every hair below his chin. He had a few nicks, here and there, but nothing life threatening. Food was delivered from the commissary at 9:15 AM, and by 10 AM the girls were ready to go outside and see what was happening.

Fred showed them the activity list that was brought with the food. The teenagers had everything from table tennis, softball, volleyball, swimming and diving contests, calisthenics, and almost any other sport you could play in the sand. He reminded them of one important item.

"Ladies, I know you are all very competitive. However, you are playing on a surface that can get into places on your body that you will find it difficult to get out of. Don't slide in the sand under any circumstances. Don't dive to catch a ball. You will wind up with bruises, which will not heal quickly. If you do that outside, you may not be able to play the games we enjoy inside."

For the next six hours Fred and Sharon were inseparable. They made love, talked, rested, and made love again, and again.

They never thought about the children until the screaming started.

"Dad told you not to do that you imbeciles."

"How was I supposed to know she was going to slide, and take my legs out from underneath me?"

"And what's your excuse Debbie?"

"You stood there laughing at them, Danni. One of us had to stop them from killing each other."

"That is the umpires' job dummy. Those mothers don't take shit from anyone."

Sharon and Fred looked at Sandy, Cindy, and Debbie. They could not decide whether to laugh or to cry.

"Fred, the men I saw this morning said the children here was the most well behaved we would ever meet. I guess they didn't know about our four."

He said to his children, "Before I start handing out punishments for misbehavior while we are on our honeymoon, all four of you head for your showers. Get the sand out of everywhere, and I mean everywhere. If you need help, call us. You cannot imagine how much trouble you are in."

When Fred read them the riot act, they were in tears. They were going to be virgins for the fourteen days. They were to be idyllic children on the playing fields for the next thirteen days. One more misdemeanor by any of them would mean Christmas, at home, would be canceled. By the time they arrived in Maryland, the most tanned part of the girls bodies were their rear ends. It was not due totally to the sun.

129. The Children Are Here

Patty and Stephano had moved in to her father's townhouse to await the delivery of her triplets. There was no arguing with William over this.

Doctor Stephanopoulos had set the date for July 20, at 10 AM, to perform the Cesarean section. He checked on her every two weeks, because she only gained 33 pounds. Carrying three babies he was worried that this weight gain was not nearly enough. Her blood work was good, the sonograms looked good, but he was still unhappy, and he told William about it.

"William, I'm beginning to think I should let her go another month because of the lack of a weight gain. There are pros and cons to it. The babies look good, and the hospital has everything they would need if they come out too small. However, Patty could start labor to early, and with the narrowness of her hips, one of the babies could wedge its way into the narrow opening of her cervix. Then we are in trouble. She can't deliver properly vaginally. It could cause irreparable harm to the child's head. We could hospitalize her for the last month on complete bed rest. At the first sign of labor, we can do the C-section immediately. Do you have an opinion?"

"Doctor, I'm going to make this easy on you. If you try to put my daughter in bed for one month, she will find a way to make the rest of your life miserable. She will find your checking account number, your investments, the deed to your home and everything else financial about you. They will disappear into thin air. I would suggest you go with your original plan and take the babies at the end of July, and have everything you need ready for a premature birth."

"Thank you William that did make my decision very easy."

************

On 20 July,@10:45 AM, three little children lay in incubators in the premature area of NYU medical center. Doctor Stephanopoulos was incredulous. Two 4lb. 7oz. girls, with white hair just like their mother, and one 4lb. 8oz. boy as dark as his father.

Patty laughed at Stephano, as she saw him get queasy as the doctor opened her abdomen, and took out their three children.

"Do you need a tranquilizer Steph?"

"Scotch would do better."

"You are a wimp."

"Guilty as charged. It's all over. They are all out, unless you have another one hidden in there."

Doctor Stephanopoulos said, "No, I checked. Three babies are all that were in here. Everything else is in great shape. There is no sign of disease or any other problems. I'm going to close now. You can take a quick look at your babies, before we take them to preemie land for a thorough checkup."

The new parents looked at their children and noticed the difference between them.

Patty said, "We have one set of identical twins, and one stranger. I wonder how he got in there."

"His father and mother did a lot of fooling around that first evening. I'm just glad he's here to carry on my family name."

"I'm happy for you also Steph. You suffered a tremendous loss, and you handled it great restraint."

*********

One month later, in Cottonwood Arizona, at 3 AM, Callie and Harold Chase were sleeping. Callie woke up as if she was dreaming, but felt a witness between her thighs. She lifted her nightgown and realized her water had just broken. She tried to wake up Harold, but he didn't even move. She screamed at him, and he mumbled, "What?"

"Harold, my water broke."

"It's okay, go back to sleep."

"Harold, my water broke."

"Okay, I'll bring you another glass."

"Harold, you idiot, my water broke."

Harold came out of his deep haze, looked at Callie, and said, "THE BABY?"

"Yes Harold, the baby is coming."

"Stay where you are; I'll take care of everything."

Callie said, "Yeah right!" She got out of bed, changed her nightgown, put on her slippers and robe. She extended the handle on her overnight case, walked towards the front door, and waited.

A few moments later she called out, "Harold, are you ready?"

Sheepishly, he stuck his head out of the bedroom door and said, "I forgot what I was supposed to do."

"You are absolutely the most brilliant man I have ever met Harold, but give you something simple to do and your mind goes haywire. That's why I left you a list by the telephone. All you have to do now is put your clothes on, take your car keys and wallet, and meet me by the front door. I'll call the hospital and the doctor."

A few moments later Harold exited the bedroom and Callie shook her head. Angrily she yelled, "Harold put your shoes on."

Fifteen hours later, Harold Chase held his newborn son. Callie said, "Harold take a good look at your son. If you ever misplace him, I am going to take you apart, piece by piece, in the most painful manner known to man and God."

"Can I put a barcode on his head, so I can scan him, and make sure he's mine?"

"If I was not so tired, I would get out of this bed and cut your balls off to make sure this never happens again."

"Callie I would like to name him in your family's tradition."

"We do not have a tradition Harold."

"Whether you realize it or not you do."

"Harold, I may be weak at this moment, but we do not sign the birth certificate, until just before we leave the hospital. You do want to leave the hospital alive, don't you?"

"I love you Callie, and I wouldn't trade our son in for all the cocaine in Afghanistan. I would like to name our son 'Christian Cantrell Chase.' Just as your mother's name has 3 C's; your sisters' name has 3 C's; and our sons' mother's name has 3 very lovely C's, I would like him to continue that tradition."

"Oh Harold, how can you be so sentimental, and not be able to remember to put your shoes on to take me to the hospital."




Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 29



"I was so excited; I could have flown you here, without the use of an airplane."

"Kiss me you idiot. You still have trouble parallel parking."

*******

130. The Making of a President

The members on the right were so sure of victory; it did not look like they were going to choose the governor from Texas but the businessman from Utah. He was less controversial to the party's establishment. He was also richer than most of the 1%. It looked like he would win on the first ballot of their convention which was coming up in late October. The members on the left would hold their convention in early November. They were stuck in a quagmire with no clear contender.

On September 12, Julia Atwater appeared, 'RELUCTANTLY', on a morning television show called, "The Preview." It was supposed to be a cream puff interview, about her extended vacation, out of the political pressure cooker. For the first twenty minutes of the show that is exactly what it was. Then she dropped a political bomb. "I have to find something for that bored husband of mine to do. I have to get him out of my house. He's driving me crazy. If he brings one more contractor into my house to knock down a wall, or put in a bay window, I'm going to kill him. He has more time on his hands, and more energy than any man I have ever known. I am going to send him around the world on his boat, or force him to run for the Presidency.

He is driving Fred Hastings crazy also. They are collaborating on his biography. He calls him at 3A.M. with ideas. Fred has threatened to terminate all his phone services if he does not stop it."

The rest of the interview centered around that one word. Julia kept reiterating it was her words not her husbands, but at this point it was one of those two options, and whichever one he chose she was okay with it. She didn't want to see another decorator or contractor for another lifetime.

It was all over the news at noon. "ATWATER OKAYED TO RUN"

"In off-the-cuff remarks this morning, Julia Atwater gave the former Attorney General tacit approval to run for the Presidency of the United States or to be banished at sea to get him out of their home. In part of her remarks on the show she remarked: He has too much time on his hands, and he has more energy than any man she has ever known."

Local media started showing up at the gates to the Atwater mansion early in the afternoon and found the former Attorney General standing in front of his home a safe distance from the scaffolding that encompassed the first three floors of the mansion. He was wearing carpenter jeans, a long sleeve blue work shirt, and orange vest, and hardhat. He had the blueprints for the renovations to the front of the mansion in his hands. He was talking to the architect about some changes, when the security guard called and told him the press wanted to speak to him about Ms. Julia.

Clark ran as fast as he could to the front gate.

He asked, "Is my wife all right?"

A reporter asked, "Did you see her interview this morning?"

"Interview, what interview; she went into New York City with some friends to go shopping, and see a play this evening. I purchased the tickets for them."

"Mrs. Julia did a one hour interview on the television show 'The Preview' this morning."

"Damn that woman; we agreed there would be no television appearances or press conferences ever again. I am retired from public life."

The small press corps there laughed. "Well, Mister Attorney General, in that case I would advise you to start stocking up your boat for a very long trip."

"Why would I want to do that at the worst sailing time of the year?"

"I shall quote your wife at this point sir: I am going to send him around the world on his boat, or I am going to force him to run for the PRESIDENCY!"

"I am going to murder that wife of mine. I gave up that life because I was ignoring her too much. I did not want to lose her because she is so precious to me. Look back at the last four presidents and how youthful they looked going into that office and how happy they are wives were. Look at them four or eight years later. They are haggard and shells of their former self's. They have to fight and ungrateful Congress for every program they want to move this country forward. If you are a progressive the Right says all you care about is spending money. If you are Conservative, the Left says you do not care about the poor people. If you are Liberal the Conservatives use it as a dirty word in every advertisement they take out. Why would I want to subject myself and my darling wife to four years of that type of abuse? I'd rather sail around the world alone then run for the presidency. No let me change that. I am going to kidnap my wife and stow her away on my boat. As soon as we are 20 feet off shore, I will let her loose. She is not that good swimmer."

Clark opened his cell phone and called Julia as he slowly walked away from the press. "Are you out of your mind? I am not running for the presidency. I am going to put you on my boat and sail around the world with you on it."

He pulled the phone about a foot away from his ear, as if Julia was yelling at him at the top of her lungs. He stopped walking, and made believe he was listening to her conversation.

He wasn't, because he was having a conversation with a recording device in his office. He would move the phone towards his ear every few seconds, until he said, "Julia stop yelling at me. I will think about it okay. I will not promise you anything. I think you are wrong, and it will put a terrible strain on our marriage. I would do anything not to lose you."

He listened for a moment as she supposedly talked to him and then he laughed.

"Yes darling, I would even sell my baseball team to keep you happy."

He hung up his cell phone and turned to the press.

"Women should run this world. They are better negotiators than men are. My wife informs me that I will consider running for the Presidency or I will wind up like Fredo, in the Godfather III. I will go out fishing one day, and pray. However, the only prayers that will be answered will be hers, because there will be no more construction on this house."

The press corps laughed as he retreated towards his home.

**********

With one interview, the entire political landscape changed. The members on the Right who had seen sure victory in their grasp were now in for a dogfight.

The contenders on the left dropped out leaving only one possible undeclared candidate to fill their presidential slot.

Jim Green started doing his thing which was organizing state and local committees to gather around the coming candidate. They kept asking him when Clark was going to declare.

His standard answer was, "When The Time Is Right."

The time came the evening after one of the Right's Open debates among their three top contenders. The issues were divisive in their Party. A Woman's Right to Choose. Equal pay for Equal work. Immigration reform. Social Security.

These issues were meant to bring the party a wider base rather than the narrow rich, White Male, Anglo-Saxon Majority it now enjoyed. Without expanding into the growing Hispanic/American community, the Right wing was doomed to defeat in national politics.

On the evening of October 2, Clark Atwater held a news conference to announce that he was indeed running for the nomination of his party as President of the United States. He did so with Julia standing at his side. He told the nationally televised audience the only reason he was standing at the podium that evening, was the little powder keg standing beside him. I said no to everyone and anyone from the President of the United States, to the young man who delivers our newspaper every morning. There is only one person in this entire world I cannot say no to, and she is standing by my side. She informed me on September 12; I would either sail around the world, or run for the Presidency. I told her I was not going to run, because it would hurt our marriage.

She said, "The only thing that can hurt our marriage is another contractor. You will run for the Presidency and you will win." You cannot argue with logic like hers. Ladies and gentlemen, if God is willing your next first lady, Mrs. Julia Atwater."

*******

At the convention, there was no opposition to Clark Atwater, and he won by acclamation on the first vote. He stunned the audience both in the building and the hundreds of millions who watched on television when he repeated Fred's lines exactly.

"I know you expect me to promise you everything you ever wanted from the President. You want a balanced budget You want zero unemployment. You want Social Security to last forever. You want Universal Health Care that will cost a minimum amount of money out of everyone's pocket. You want a simpler tax code. You want, you want, and you want. I am going to tell you in the next forty minutes exactly what is not going to happen, and why.

He went through a list of what the last four presidents had promised and what had come to fruition. The list of promises sounded glorious. What came about was sorrowful. In the last ten minutes of his speech he told them WHY.

As President of the United States all I can do is submit requests to the Congress. When it gets there every interest group tares it apart, until it no longer resembles what the president requested. Every senator is beholding to some interest group that donates to his reelection campaign. Every Congressman's first speech after he is elected is a speech dedicated to his next reelection. It is a fund raising speech dedicated to those people who gave him money to get him the seat he now will enjoy for the next two years. This is our system. It is run by fear of losing power to make laws and sit in the halls of Congress. The Congress is owned by large corporations and big money. It is not the Left or Right, it is both. This is the reason the President can get nothing done the way he would like to see it done. There is only one way a president can block this logjam in the halls of Congress, and that is for the American people to give him a bulletproof Congress. If I do not have 60 senators, every bill dies on that side of the capital. If I do not have a filibuster proof House, the same happens there. I will sit in the White House twiddling my thumbs knowing there is nothing I can do about it. It is up to you fine people in this hall, and you the American people to make that decision. At this moment, we have in our possession to radically new programs that can rid more than 90% of the Earth's pollution within ten years of its installation throughout the world. Here is the problem. The coal industry, the petroleum industry, and oddly enough the Sierra Club and the Friends of the Earth will join together and fight to keep this from happening. Why, because it is so radically new they will be afraid of it. It will cost billions of dollars to install the needed hardware that will take the pollution from coal and make it into long strand carbon fiber, instead of pollutants that will go into the atmosphere. These fibers can be made into fabrics, chairs, automobile parts things that we cannot even imagine with today's technology. Every special interest group will fight against it because they are afraid of change. This will be the first bill I will send to the Congress. I will fight tooth and nail to get it passed. When it is passed, every job that is required to make the necessary parts for the machines to retrofit the oil and coal industries will be made here in the United States and not in any foreign country. I do not promise you this, I guarantee it. Good night ladies and gentlemen. May God bless all of you and the United States of America."

*******

The next year flew by, but when midnight passed on November 8, and the polls in California were closed, every major news organization declared Clark Atwater the winner by a wide margin.

In his Virginia mansion, Clark Atwater was celebrating with his dearest and closest friends and allies. Fred was at his side for the entire year, and was the first to say, "Congratulations Mister President." I'm taking my wife and children home, and I am going to get laid."

"You are not going anywhere Fred. You have to come to the convention hall with me."

"With all due respect sir, until January 20, I can still say NO."

"How much did I win by Fred?"

"I told you a year ago June your magnificence; eight points."

"If you are wrong, you are fired."

"Did you hear that kids, finally I will get some rest from this windbag. Who is driving?"

"Danni is driving dad."

"Sharon, let us sit all the way in the back of the van. If she hits anything, we stand a better chance of surviving."

"Thanks for the vote of confidence dad."

"Your nineteen years old, and we still have to put blocks on the pedals for you to reach them."

"Do not you start with me dad. We took the blocks off six months ago, when I learned how to move the seats."

"Which one of you showed her where the switch was?"

"It was an accident dad. We went through a car wash and the glove compartment popped open. She saw the owner's manual, and she actually read it."

"I loved it when she was wearing a skirt and had to bend over to put the blocks on the brake and gas pedals. It was truly a sight to behold."

"Dad, you are pervert."

"You have no idea how much I missed all of you this past year. Even the quick visits I was able to make home and the ones that you made to me made me feel alive and loved."

"Mom is dad getting sappy?"

"It's not possible; he must be overtired."

"You are all taking off from school tomorrow. I have some catching up to do. I have to check your grades, speak to your teachers, check your computers, and prepare the speech for the swearing-in ceremony. I am going to be busy all day."

Sandy asked, "Why are we taking off from school tomorrow?"

Fred grinned, "I am great at multitasking."

********

2 o'clock the next afternoon, five females are ganging up on Fred, when the phone rang. Sandy looked at the caller ID and told her dad it was uncle Clark. He told her to put it on speaker and for everyone to be quiet.

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

"It is the middle of the afternoon Fred. You are fired, its 8.4%."

"It has been nice sir. Can I go back to pleasing your niece now?"

"It must be nice to be young and virile Fred."

"Yes sir, just think back when you were chasing Ms. Julia, and you are taking all those little blue pills."

"I never took a little blue pill in my life. We have a little intimate dinner tonight at that big White House on Pennsylvania Avenue. Do you think you can get out of bed and be there at 7 o'clock tonight?"

"It all depends on your niece, sir. She has been sexually deprived for the last year, because her uncle was running for a very high position in the government. I will see if I can slow her down for a few hours."

"It will be just the two of you."

"Can I use the Lincoln bedroom for an hour or so if she is still horny?"

"Fred, do you ever run out of things to say?"

"I am sorry sir, did you say something?"

"Goodbye Fred."

"Good night Mister President."

*******

The seating arrangement in the residence was a little odd, but Fred did not say anything about it. He was sitting across from Sharon, Clark, and Julia, when President Collins said, "Clark, as you know two of the justices of the US Court of Appeals for the District of Columbia Circuit have reached 70 years old and have to retire. I have had Jim Green and several of your staff members vetted, and I am going to put one of them on the court, as soon as Congress goes into its Christmas holiday. They will be ticked off, but there is nothing they can do about it. Congratulations Judge Hastings."

Fred's eyes opened wide, his face turned white and he began coughing viciously. From the other side of the table, cell phones were taking pictures as rapidly as they could. So was the presidential photographer.

Clark Atwater was laughing as fast as Fred was coughing. A Secret Service agent walked up behind Fred and helped him stand. This was going to be one of the best nights Clark Atwater had ever had. Fred was quiet. He had no smart remark to answer the president, because he could not speak.

Sharon walked around the table, took her husband in her arms, and kissed him. "Fred stop this, you are embarrassing me."

"He set me up. Look at him gloating over there. He has been looking forward to this day since I got out of Harvard. Now he has pictures to hold over by head for the rest of my life. I cannot kill myself, because I would disappoint President Collins, who has appointed me to one of the highest courts in the country. I cannot disappoint him, and I cannot kill the next president of the United States. He got me, and I cannot do anything about it."

Sharon kissed him again and said, "Now you know how the girls and I feel when we are at home with you."

"I am not that bad."

"No darling, you are much worse."

"I love you Sharon."

"I love you more, Fred."

Fred said to the President, "Sir, I am honored by this appointment to the court. I will do my absolute best to make sure I honor your legacy."

"Fred, I have talked at length with your mentor, and I have no doubts that you will excel on the court."

Fred turned to the next president and said, "I do not know how many years it took Ms. Julia to come up with this plan, but I know it could not have been your brainchild. It was much too sneaky for your tiny brain."

President Collins started laughing as did everyone else at the table except the President elect.

"I will have you know motor mouth that I planned this all by myself. I asked President Collins to appoint you to the bench, because I wanted to see your reaction on a night like tonight. I am going to blow up these pictures and make them mural size. I will have them in the Presidential gym, and every other private area of the residence, just to see the look on your face, when I have a bad day. It will give me the strength to carry on, because I will laugh for hours."

Fred opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out.

Clark looked at him and laughed. "Cat got your tongue, Fred?"

Fred sat in his chair, and Sharon sat on his lap. She whispered in his ear, and Fred smiled.

"Mister President, my wife, and I would like to use the Lincoln bedroom for about an hour."

Her uncle Clark yelled, "You would not dare."

Sharon replied, "Oh yes uncle, after what you did to my husband, I certainly would."

Clark looked at his niece and no words came out of his mouth.

Fred said, "Cat got your tongue, Uncle Clark?"

President Collins asked, "How did you two work together for all those years and get anything done? All you seem to do when you are in the same room is argue."

"Mister President that is why the door between us is always closed. Our assistant, Sondra said if they ever tried to separate us it would be like splitting the atom. The explosion would be catastrophic."

********

As soon as Congress adjourned for the Christmas recess, the president announced the appointment of Fred Hastings, and Lillian Tomlin to fill the two vacancies at the Federal Court of Appeals, District of Columbia Circuit. The outrage from the Right Wing of the Government was immediate. They threatened to take the President to Court over these recess appointments. The president in his normal, mild manner, cited precedent from former presidents from the right side of the aisle.

Suddenly, the furor died down.

At the swearing in ceremony, Sharon held the Bible, as Fred was surrounded by is for gorgeous daughters. The Chief Justice of the Supreme Court swore both new judges in, and told them how sorry he was for them.