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Lady in Red Pt. 02 Ch. 01

By: Harddaysknight



Paula proudly surveyed the young women sitting at her table. Charlotte and Jordan, as well as her three daughters, had joined Paula and Beatrice Patterson for a leisurely lunch at Marsh's landing. The girls had matured into beautiful, accomplished women. Charlotte, as it turned out, was a late bloomer. Skinny and angular in high school, she was now a woman with all the right curves. 

Steve's grandmother was enjoying her first visit to Sparta and appeared very impressed with the restaurant. She had obviously been pleasantly surprised at all of the photos and posters on the walls of the restaurant.

"This place looks like a shrine to Jordan Quick and the Anderson family!" marveled Beatrice as she gazed at the pictures and posters that adorned the walls of the establishment.

"Yeah, the joke around here is that Billy insisted his father add this section to the restaurant so they'd have more wall space for photos. Billy's in business with his dad, now that he's out of college," revealed Charlotte. "He says that with the new hospital and Lady in Red Performing Arts Center in town, it was a no-brainer. Look how crowded the place is at lunch time."

"Actually, Grandmother Patterson, these photos are more of a tribute to your grandson. He's the common denominator in every photo. Everyone in these pictures is connected to Steve in some way. It just happens that Jordan and we Anderson girls are a bit more connected than most," stated Gwen with a big smile.

"Would you mind giving me a brief tour of the photos?" asked Steve's grandmother. "My eyes aren't what they once were, but I can see some amazing pictures, even from here."

"It would be our pleasure!" responded Gwen. "We'll all go with you, as most of the pictures involve one or more of us. Let's start in the original dining room. That's where Billy's father posted the first pictures."

The group headed out to the older part of the restaurant. They quickly began explaining the stories behind the photos. Beatrice was shown the pictures of the first 'Lady in Red' dance, the 'Emerson River Rescue', the posters Lisa and Gwen made with Steve to promote 'The Lady in Red' line of clothes, the 'pass', both terrorist attacks on the Spartan Nation, along with the sexy posters the school board had been shown the night they voted to award Jordan, Gwen, and Steve special plaques for their outstanding citizenship.

Diners stopped eating to watch and listen to the famous ladies of the Spartan Nation explain the history behind the many photos on the walls. Quite a few of the patrons used their phones and cameras to video the story telling, while others simply took pictures of Jordan Quick and the Anderson sisters.

"Are we bothering the other diners?" worried Beatrice. "We seem to be creating a bit of a stir."

"Not even close," laughed Kate. "Billy and his dad made a deal with Steve, and it includes all of us. It's hard to believe, but every week hundreds of people come to this restaurant to see these pictures, and to hopefully get the chance to meet Steve and/or the rest of us.

"Billy offered to serve all of us free of charge every time we stopped in, thinking it would have the effect of coaxing us to come here more often. In theory, that would increase patronage here from fans of Steve, Gwen, and Jordan, which would have a positive effect on their bottom line.

"Steve told Billy that it would do the opposite; that we would not be comfortable eating here if we didn't pay for our meals. The two guys finally worked out a deal. We all stop in here as often as we can, and we pay for our meals. In return, the restaurant supplies free breakfasts every morning to every child, or adult in need, that comes through the door. These free meals are offered between 5 AM and 9 AM. Lady in Red Productions splits the expense with the Marsh family," stated Kate. "That way, we're glad to stop in and help a restaurant that is giving back to the community, big time. They put on a big buffet in this room every morning and allow those that have fallen on hard times to eat for free. They often have over a hundred people, mostly children, stop in on any given morning."

"What this is all leading up to is that we're helping Marsh's business by being seen here, being courteous, and approachable to the folks that dine here. Notice how they're watching us, taking pictures, and videos. People drive out of their way to come here, and for the chance to interact with Steve and Gwen, or some of the rest of us," indicated Jordan. "This helps the Marsh family and allows them to afford the free meals for those in need. We're all super proud to be a part of this. I don't know how Billy and Steve dreamed it up, but it's sure working well."

"The boys have created a win/win situation. That's quite clever," admitted Beatrice. "I see that the incredible photo of Gwen in Russia with that newborn baby has a prominent place. I was actually there when that happened! What an amazing trip. I notice that there are pictures of Gwen and Steve with world leaders and performing in Sochi at the grand opening of the stadium."

"It wasn't until we returned to the States and Steve entered the Academy that I began to realize how incredible that trip to Russia was," revealed Gwen. "Our song, 'The Glory of Love' was on top of the charts when we got back home. Our faces were all over the papers and cable news stations. My issue of 'Maxim' actually sold out. Morning shows, talk shows, and even news programs were constantly after Jordan and me to appear. 

"We couldn't go anywhere without causing all sorts of problems with traffic and security. Jordan and I, sometimes together, and sometimes separately, appeared on a lot of TV programs the first month after we returned from Russia. I told Steve he was lucky that he was at the Academy and isolated from it all. He was able to concentrate on his schooling, training, and playing football.

"Then 'Can't Live' was released as a single in mid-July. It was another huge hit; the second hit from a movie that wasn't even in theaters yet. Just as that song began to cool off, Mom had them release 'Midnight Lights' and that was even bigger! It was on top of several charts when Labor Day rolled around.

"It was probably a bit too much, too fast for me. I was sought after wherever I went. Steve wasn't around to keep me grounded. Charlotte and I left for Stanford ten days before Labor Day and the opening of our film," recalled Gwen with some embarrassment. "We had hardly settled into our dorm when Jack Timberline contacted me and asked if I would perform with him at a concert he was doing at Stanford Thursday night, the first week of classes. I agreed, and that's where that photo came from," indicated Gwen as she pointed to a picture of herself and Jack Timberline.

Gwen remembered those early days at Stanford like they were yesterday. The photo of her with Jack Timberline wasn't her finest moment, but she insisted that the Marshes hang the picture on the wall in the appropriate timeline. It helped keep her perspective and remind her just how close she came to ruining a great thing.

Charlotte and Gwen reported to Stanford ten days before the big Labor Day weekend. They had freshman orientation, as well as a week of classes before the Labor Day world premiere of 'Midnight Lights'. The two girls had agreed to room together in a woman's dormitory. They wisely decided that a co-ed dorm would likely create more distractions and drama. Both of them were in a committed relationship, so they had zero interest in meeting boys, or constantly dealing with them socially.

The two friends had barely gotten their suitcases into their room when girls started dropping by. Most of the visitors were obviously curious about their new neighbor. Most introductions began with, "You're Gwen Anderson. I'm Debbie. I love your videos, songs, and TV shows and can't wait to see your new movie. Is Steve Hammer as gorgeous in real life as he is on TV? Will he be visiting you very often?"

Gwen would always smile at the girl and shake her hand. "Yes, I'm Gwen Anderson. Please call me Gwen. Steve's enrolled at the Naval Academy, so he won't be able to visit as often as I'd like. In fact, I'll be gone quite a few weekends to visit him. It's nice to meet you."

That first evening, the girls from the room across the hall showed up at their door with several Pizzas, followed by just about every girl on the floor. "We've got some pizza and soda. Could we join you guys for a little social dinner? All of us want to meet and get to know you better. You can imagine how excited we are to share the same floor with a celebrity. We've got a million questions to ask, if you're okay with it."

Soon the girls were seated on the two beds, the two chairs and the floor, sharing pizza and listening to Gwen's responses to their questions. Gwen was half way through her recollection of the bombing in Sochi when her cell phone rang. The ringtone was 'The Glory of Love'. It only took a second for a petite, dark haired girl named Cindy to make a correct assumption.

"I bet that's Steve Hammer's ringtones! This is so cool!"

"Hello, Steve. Yeah, we arrived and got settled in okay. Charlotte and I are having some pizza and soda with most of the other girls on the floor. Would you mind if I put you on speaker? For some reason, they're quite curious about you, and they'd love to hear what you have to say. Okay, here it goes," grinned Gwen as she switched her phone to speaker.

Steve managed a couple of sentences before he was barraged with questions. He did his best to respond politely to as many as he could. Then the girl named Cindy asked the one question everyone wanted answered. "So, Steve, I didn't quite catch your phone number. Would you mind repeating it?"

"I must have forgotten to mention it. Ask Gwen for it after we disconnect. She's the only one with the authority to give out my cell number to pretty girls. It keeps me from making bad decisions," laughed Steve.

Gwen noticed her battery was dying, so she gave her apologies to the girls as she switched the phone so she could have a private conversation. Then she stepped into the bathroom and closed the door. She returned in a minute, gave the girls a big smile and plugged her phone in to charge.

"You've made some friends here today!" laughed a tall blonde girl named Dakota. "Visiting with the famous Gwen Anderson was great, but having a conversation with Steve Hammer was incredible. We'll be falling over ourselves trying to stay in your good graces. Do you think Steve will be visiting anytime soon?"

"We've been toying with the idea of riding Harleys up from L.A. over the Labor Day weekend," revealed Gwen. "Charlotte, Jordan, and I have boyfriends that love those big bikes. We'll probably stay over in L.A. Saturday night and hit the road early Sunday. The drive up the Pacific coast is supposed to be incredible." 

"You mean that Steve Hammer AND Jordan Quick might be stopping here on Labor Day?" quizzed a mousey redhead whose name Gwen had forgotten. "I'm going to be sure I'm around when they show up. Going to college is really amazing. It must have been crazy to have all three of you in the same class in high school."

"I could tell you stories about that," revealed Charlotte. "By the time they graduated, Gwen and Jordan were named the two sexiest women in the world by a couple of magazines. I would be very surprised if Steve isn't named the sexiest man alive by 'People Magazine' in a month or so. He should be able to hold that title for the next twenty years."

That statement by Charlotte sparked interest as well as numerous questions. The girls asked Charlotte how well she knew Steve Hammer and what she could reveal about him. Then Gwen's phone rang again. Gwen casually picked it up, knowing it wasn't Steve's ringtone. The other girls listened to her end of the conversation.

"Hello? Hi! It's great to hear from you, Jack! Yes, I'm just settling in here at Stanford. I saw the posters today and I was going to try to get tickets tomorrow. Of course I'd pay to hear you sing. You're very good. All those hits you've had indicate that you've got a lot of talent, and you're very popular with the female fans.

"Really? Me? I'll have to check with my agency, but if they say it's okay, I'd be glad to sing with you. Want to do the same two songs we did last time? "Glory of Love'? I guess we could. Thursday night will work because I'm leaving early Friday morning for our movie premiere in New York on Friday night."

"Tell me that was Jack Timberline!" squealed the mousey redhead after Gwen disconnected. "He wants you to perform with him next week at his concert, doesn't he? That sure beats being invited to the junior prom!" 

"How will Steve feel about you being with Jack Timberline?" asked Cindy. "I know my boyfriend would have a fit if I hung around with a known ladies' man like him, not that I'd ever have the chance."

"Steve knows I'll just be singing with him. He isn't the jealous type, and I never give him reason to worry. You can all guess how much I don't want to ever lose Steve. I'll do anything for that guy!" admitted Gwen to the other girls.

It was almost midnight by the time Charlotte and Gwen managed to usher their guests out the door. "They seemed nice enough," allowed Charlotte as they picked up the empty pizza boxes and placed them in the trash. "I just hope the novelty wears off before too long. I'm really glad we're in a girls' dorm. If there were guys in the building, they'd all be sniffing around the beautiful Gwen Anderson and we'd never get any peace.

"If you sing at Timberline's concert Thursday, you'll miss Steve's first football game, and they're playing Ohio State on ESPN. You know that, right?"

"I thought of it after I'd agreed to sing. I'm thinking that if the concert starts at six because it's a school night, it'll be over by nine. The game starts at eight, so it should last well after the concert is over," allowed Gwen.

"That sounds good, except that the game starts at eight Eastern Time. That means five o'clock here. The game will be over long before you get back from the concert," pointed out Charlotte to her friend.

"Oh, dear! I promised Jack that I'd sing with him. I guess you could record the game, if you would, and I'll watch it after the concert. Steve said he's starting the season as the third string quarterback. He's the back-up punter, too, and I didn't even know he could kick that well. It doesn't surprise me, though. I'm more surprised that they have two guys better at quarterback than Steve. One's a senior and the other's a junior. Steve should start in a couple years, if not sooner. 

"It seems to me that appearing in concert with Jack Timberline will help get us some media exposure and help create interest in our movie. Being seen on stage with Jack Timberline will certainly help get me noticed."

"What planet are you on?" demanded Charlotte. "There's only two other people in the world that are as popular as you. Timberline sure isn't one of them! He needs you to help him. You passed that guy out months ago. You don't seem to get exactly what you, Jordan, and Steve have going right now. You guys are on top of the heap; kings of the hill! My best friend just might be the most sought after performer in the world, and when she's with Jordan Quick and Steve Hammer there's no doubt. You'll be helping Timberline, not the other way around."

"Wow! You seem so certain. It's hard to believe that I could be that popular. Still, Jack helped me when I was starting out, so I feel like I owe him. This should make us square," decided Gwen.

"I should say so. I know you're a big girl, but Paula mentioned how he tried to get you into his bed right in front of her. She doesn't like him very much and your mom is a pretty good judge of character. You know his reputation. Be careful around him," warned Charlotte.

"Don't worry. He's good looking, but nothing like Steve. I won't even be tempted. I guess Steve's spoiled me for other men," chuckled Gwen. 

Steve seemed to understand when Gwen explained that she'd be singing in a concert with Jack Timberline during his first game. He told her not to worry about it since he appeared destined to polish the bench for the foreseeable future.

Gwen had been uncomfortable with Jack Timberline's stated intention of singing 'Glory of Love' with Gwen, but couldn't bring herself to voice her concerns to Jack. She spent an hour rehearsing the song with him Thursday afternoon. It was obvious to Gwen that Timberline lacked Steve's vocal skills, as well as his rugged good looks and charisma.

Later that evening, as Gwen waited backstage for her duet, she observed how the show lacked the intensity of the concerts she did with Steve, Jordan, Charlie and his band. The concert was sold out, and Jack gave a good performance, but Jack, as well as his band, seemed to be going through the paces with very little emotion or feeling. She decided that her performance would put some life back into the evening!

When her time came to sing, Gwen gave it her very best. Jack seemed to pick up his game, not wanting to be too embarrassed when compared to Gwen. Earlier, Jack had asked Gwen to hang around after the concert. Since her duet was one of the last songs performed, she acquiesced. Then she found herself agreeing to go out to dinner with Jack. She even had a little wine with dinner.

"There are some great clubs in the area," began Jack as he escorted Gwen to his limo after their meal. "Let's try a couple out before we end the evening. We might not cross paths for months or years. Tell me you'll come with me. I'll take you home whenever you ask."

Gwen hadn't been out since dropping Steve off at Annapolis, so the suggestion by Jack caught her interest. "Just for a little while. I don't want to be up too late, but I would like to go dancing."

An hour later, Gwen was handed a second drink by Jack as they made their way back to their table. Jack encouraged her to drink it quickly so they could return to the dance floor. Two songs later, she and Jack Timberlline were holding each other closely as they danced to a slow song. Jack began nibbling at Gwen's ear and neck as they danced. Gwen felt goose bumps go down her back. Then Jack tilted her chin up and kissed her softly. When Gwen didn't pull back, Jack inserted his tongue between her lips.

"Let's go back to my hotel room," whispered Jack into her ear after he ended the kiss. "We'll have another drink and see what develops. Would you like that?"

Gwen realized she felt a little queasy and not overly happy about tasting Jack's tongue. In her entire life, Steve had been the only man she had ever kissed like that. But with Steve, it was much better; more romantic and loving. Thinking about Steve's kisses brought her mind back to her current situation. She was in a club, and in the arms of Jack Timberline!

"Please give me some time to repair my makeup," requested Gwen as she struggled to appear calm and relaxed. "We'll talk when I get back."

Jack smiled broadly and moved to take a seat at his table as Gwen hurried toward the ladies' bathroom. When she reached the entrance to the bathrooms, Gwen continued toward the door. Once outside, she hailed a taxi that was parked nearby. Twenty minutes later, she walked into her dorm room, only to encounter about a dozen very quiet girls looking at her curiously.

Gwen was on the verge of tears as she looked around the room at all the staring faces. Then Charlotte rushed up to her. "We watched the football game, and then we watched the highlights along with Steve's interview. He was incredible! I thought you'd be back a couple hours ago. Is something wrong?" 

"H..How did Steve do? Did he play?" asked Gwen as she forced herself to slow her breathing and concentrate. "Why was he interviewed?"


Lady in Red Pt. 02 Ch. 10



Steve and Chip had been somewhat surprised at the delays that cropped up on their trip to Iraq. They had to switch aircraft three times and the trip wound up taking several hours more than they would have expected.

"Doesn't it seem strange that they were in such a hurry for you to get to the airport, but sent you on such a round-about way to get to Iraq?" asked Chip as the two men prepared to land in Baghdad. "This whole thing seems odd. Why are they bringing you in, even if the terrorists insisted that they negotiate only with you? We don't negotiate, so what's the sense of involving you?"

"I've been wondering the same thing," admitted Steve. "Maybe they'll want me to stall them so we can get some special forces involved. Plus, these kids are European, and some of those countries do negotiate. They may actually want me to talk to the kidnappers."

"Yeah, it's possible, but if it looks like a dog turd, smells like a dog turd....." began Chip before the pilot interrupted him with the announcement that they'd be on the ground in ten minutes.

Steve and Chip were ushered into a small office as soon as they exited the aircraft. "Thanks for coming," began a smiling man as he extended his hand to Steve. "And who is this man with you?"

"He's a friend that wanted to tour Baghdad, so he caught a ride with me. You might as well go see your friends now, Chip. I'll meet up with you when this is over."

Chip studied Steve's face for a few seconds and nodded. "Sure, Steve. Good luck. I'll be at the hotel, so look me up when you're finished with your assignment. We'll have a few beers and tour the city."

"You've been told that 17 kids have been taken by terrorists," began the smiling man as soon as Chip left the room. "We're going to take you to where the families are gathered while they wait this out. The state department thinks that your experience in dealing with terrorists will help reassure the relatives."

Steve was suspicious of the explanation, but still climbed into a black sedan with the man. Once he was seated, the driver pulled into traffic. It took almost an hour to reach the facility where the families were gathered. As soon as Steve stepped into the room, he realized that he had not been told the truth about the situation.

A man that appeared to be in charge quickly approached him and began speaking in French. "Steve Hammer! Everyone in this room is extremely grateful for your incredible sacrifice. We were so worried that you would not arrive in time, or that you would refuse the terrorists' demands."

Confused by the man's greeting, Steve asked the obvious question. "Exactly what are the terrorists' demands?"

"They have threatened to kill the children unless you are turned over to them. There have been no other demands since that one was made. We have just an hour before the deadline," replied the man.

Steve struggled to conceal his surprise as he turned to look at the man who had escorted him from the airport. He refused to meet Steve's eyes as he suddenly felt the need to study his shoes.

"Has anything been done to secure the safety of the children? Are there any plans for military operations?" asked Steve as he returned his attention to the French speaking man.

"Our governments felt that it would endanger the lives of the children. They determined it would be best to wait to see if you would be willing to save them. Your reputation for unparalleled courage allowed those of us in this room to hope and pray that you would come."

"Had it occurred to any of you before this happened that simply by bringing your children to this area of the world, you would place them in danger?" asked Steve somewhat tersely. "If you, and your governments were so concerned about their safety, the only sensible thing would have been to leave all non-essential civilians home. Now you want me to give my life to save theirs? Does that make any sense? Why would I ever agree to give my life when this situation was so easily preventable?"

Just then a woman stepped forward from the group that had been listening to Steve speak with their leader. "You're known as the most daring of men; and you're the only man in the world that can save our children! My cousin, Michelle D'Anjou, asked me to not place you in this position. She told me that you would feel honor-bound to make the trade, but that it was morally wrong of us to ask. It's to my shame, that I beg this of you. But it's for my daughter, not for me!"  

Steve looked at the woman before turning his attention to the other parents and relatives. The anguish they were feeling was tangible. What parent wouldn't be suffering at a time like this? Now it was all on his shoulders. Steve quickly made his decision, but didn't reveal it immediately.

"So tell me this," he began calmly. "Will any of you go with me if I agree to this? I hate to do this alone."

Steve found it interesting that so many of the women looked to their husbands in response to his question. Slowly, reluctantly, six men raised their hands, while the woman that had identified herself as Michelle's D'Anjou's cousin once again stepped forward.

"I'd be proud to accompany you! For my child, no sacrifice is too great. I couldn't ask this of you if I were not willing to suffer the same fate. Take me with you. Together, we will save these children."

Steve nodded as he looked at the assembled group. Human nature was a curious thing. These people had no qualms about asking him to give his life to save their children, but showed great reluctance when they were offered the same opportunity. The six men that had volunteered did so because they felt that they had no choice. They were motivated by fear of being labeled a coward, or accused of not loving their children. Only the one mother demonstrated a true willingness to give up her life to save her child. She needed no persuasion or nudging. 

"This woman has saved your children," stated Steve as he embraced the lady briefly. "The rest of you were less than eager to share my fate in order to free your kids. I'll do this because this woman has demonstrated the depth of a mother's love. I'll go alone. I just hope you're all able to live with what you're asking of me." 

Steve turned and left the room. He had no desire to hear the words of encouragement and appreciation from the distressed parents. He had traveled to many dangerous places with his father over the years. His father had made it very clear that he was to obey all instructions he was given, and if things went south, it would be up to the two of them to find a solution. They would not be putting others in harm's way simply because Steve wanted to be with his father, even in dangerous parts of the world. Steve had understood what he had been told and never looked for someone else to pull him out of trouble. It was the chance he took when he remained close to his father. He had seen the wisdom in it and had accepted it. 

The people he had just met had willingly brought their children into danger, yet acted surprised when the actual danger materialized. They wanted, expected even, that someone else would make the sacrifices necessary to save the kids that they had placed in harm's way. While Steve felt some compassion for them, his overriding emotion was contempt. Only the mother of one child seemed to understand her duty as a parent.

Several French soldiers approached Steve and explained that they were assigned to accompany Steve to the site where the exchange was to be made. Steve simply nodded and climbed into a small bus with the men. He realized that the bus was going to be used to carry the children back to their parents.

Steve considered trying to contact Gwen, but had no idea what he would say to her. She certainly knew how he felt about her, but speaking with her at that moment would only increase the pain she would experience. His thoughts turned to Chip. Would he be able to bail Steve out of the mess he was headed for? Would the state department have operatives in place? Would SEALs or Rangers be used? He had nagging doubts about getting help from the government. They didn't even explain the situation to him before they sent him into the room with the parents!

The night was pitch black, with no moon, and a heavy cloud cover. Steve was told to slowly walk toward a building in a surprisingly busy part of whatever urban area he was now in. The headlights of the bus supplied the only illumination. Steve watched the children walk in single file toward the bus. When about ten of them were more than half way, he was given the signal to walk toward the dark area from which the kids were emerging.

As soon as he stepped into the shadows, his hands were pulled behind his back and cuffs were placed over his wrists. Then he was stunned by a blow to the back of his head which caused him to drop to his knees. A second blow rendered him unconscious.

Steve slowly regained his senses. The first thing he realized was an intense pain coming from his left arm. He forced himself to mentally go over the rest of his body to determine what other injuries he might have. His chest felt extremely tight and his breathing was labored. It felt very much like it did when he had been beaten by the terrorist that had taken him into the snow storm years before.

Steve barely had time to consider the extent of his injuries before he was pulled onto his knees and a dark hood was yanked off his head. The light momentarily blinded him before he realized that he could only see out of his left eye. Now that he focused on the feeling in his face, he discovered that the right side of his head felt swollen and very sore.

A hand grabbed his short hair and held his head up as a man spoke in Farsi. Steve realized he had probably been trained in Iran or Afghanistan, much like the terrorists that had attacked Sparta High School. The man held what felt like a very sharp blade against his throat as he promised he would soon be downloading the beheading of Steve Hammer. About that time, Steve squinted one eye open and detected a camera on a tripod a dozen feet in front of him.

Suddenly the man let go of his head and Steve dropped back to a prone position. The man walked around him and went to an old table nearby. From his interaction with others in the room, Steve surmised that he was checking his handiwork on a lap top computer. The man played his speech promising to broadcast Steve's beheading several times. Then he announced to his comrades that he was downloading it to the web.

After a short conversation, the man walked back to Steve and pulled him back into a kneeling position. Steve needed no script to know what was scheduled next. He opened one eye slightly and saw what appeared to be a scimitar in the man's hand!

Steve realized that the situation was extremely bleak. He promised himself that he wouldn't make it easy for his executioner. If he managed to thwart the man, the others would probably shoot him to death, but that would at least spoil the terrorists' plans of beheading him while he was still breathing, and then broadcasting it over the internet!

After a two minute tirade, the man pulled the scimitar back, and then took a fierce swing at Steve's throat. Steve had been careful to conceal the fact that he was now conscious. He steeled himself against the pain he knew he would experience in his arm and chest, and forcefully ducked his head down toward the floor in front of his knees. 

He felt warm liquid pour over the back of his neck as the man that had been holding his head issued a horrible scream. The sword dropped to the floor next to Steve just before something rolled off Steve's back and landed next to the sword. It was the man's left hand! Steve quickly rolled onto his side and located his would-be executioner. He was standing over him holding his bloody wrist with his good hand and screaming in pain and shock.

Steve heard numerous shots, but to his surprise, felt no bullets strike his body. Determined to complete his goal, Steve kicked the back of the man's knee as hard as he could. It caused the guy to drop to the floor on his back. Steve felt around for the hilt of the sword lying behind him. When his right hand closed on the hilt, Steve rose on his knees and looking over his shoulder, drove the blade into the screaming man's throat, thus ending his agony. With the sword wedged into the man's throat, Steve struggled to his feet and stepped closer to the man as blood gushed from the wound in his neck. He watched the terrorist twitch and jerk a few times before he raised his left foot and brought his boot down sharply on the back of the blade. 

The razor sharp steel hit the concrete floor as the head separated from the body. Steve then placed the toe of his boot against the man's ear and flipped the head ten feet away from the body.

"Feel better now?" asked a familiar voice from behind. Steve slowly turned to face the speaker. It took a few seconds to focus on the man.

"What the hell took you so long?" chided Steve as he took in his friend's condition. Chip was leaning against a table with his left leg hanging at a strange angle below his knee. Blood stained his lower pant leg. The stain grew larger ever as Steve looked at it. Then he slowly raised his gaze to Chip's shoulder, which also had a large blood stain.

"I was enjoying the sunrise, Asshole," replied Chip through gritted teeth. "I had to take out three guards before I could get inside. Then I shot the five bastards you might be able to see with that ugly damn eye. They died while you were having your tete-a-tete with that headless fucker over there, ...... and over there."

"We can't hang around here and chat," observed Steve. "Neither one of us in any shape to do battle. We need to get the hell out of here." 

"Well, I don't think I'll be going anywhere," replied Chip with a wince. "My leg is pretty well fucked up and my shoulder hurts like hell. Just leave me with a few guns and head out. I'll welcome the fuckers when they come through the door."

"Yeah, like I'd leave you here. Kate would kill me if I showed up without your ugly mug in the seat next to mine. Besides, I'd think that you'd be in a hurry to get back to her, rather than wait for those bastards to show up and shoot you to ribbons. I had the impression that you liked her."

"Liked her?" replied Chip. "I already love her! I'm just trying to tell you that I can't walk. I rode a motorbike here, but left it a few miles back and up in the hills. I can't get to it and I couldn't ride it if I could."

"If you think you love Kate, you'll walk on two stumps to get back to her if you have to! I sure as hell can't give up. I've got to see Gwen again, hold her, and make love to her. I'm going back home and you're going with me," insisted Steve as he tried to stare Chip down with his one partially opened eye.

"You're right. I've got to get back to Kate, no matter how much it hurts. She's worth it! She's beautiful, isn't she?" 

Steve was pleased to hear his friend talk about seeing Kate again. He knew that they had some difficult days in front of them and he needed Chip to give everything he had in order for them to survive. He made a quick decision.

"Let me see if I can find the keys to these cuffs. If I can get them off, I'll bandage you up and we'll crawl the hell out of here." 

Steve spent about five minutes groping the bodies in an attempt to find the keys. He had to go strictly by feel and his efforts were futile. He rose from the last body he had been searching and walked back to Chip, who was still leaning against a table.

"Take my belt, along with yours, and bind your upper leg to mine. We'll walk out of here on three legs. It'll hurt like hell, but it'll keep weight off your lower leg. Can you do it with one good arm?"

It took a few more minutes with some sweating and swearing, but the two men finally were bound together. "Grab that camera and then video these sleeping beauties so we can show them to the grandkids someday," instructed Steve. "Then pull out the card. We'll send one email from that lap top and then get the hell out of here." 

Half an hour later, the two men were awkwardly walking away from the old warehouse where Steve had been held captive. They were both bloodied and weak, but eventually found a rhythm and began to make surprisingly good time. Once they had gone a mile south, they veered off the road, using the sun to maintain their course. The traveling became more difficult, but they knew that they had to remain out of sight of any terrorists that could be traveling the roads. Chip was carrying a handgun in his waistband, and had stuffed another in Steve's, although it was unlikely that Steve would be able to use it very well with his hands still bound behind his back.

"I'm not trying to get weird or anything, but have you ever seen Kate naked?" asked Chip as the two men struggled over the rough terrain. "If you have, would you tell me what she looked like? I'd like to have something to think about besides my fucking leg."

"Normally, I wouldn't even consider that request," insisted Steve as he carefully stepped over a sharp rock. "But I can see where it would help pass the time, and maybe cause us to stop thinking about how much everything hurts."

As they trudged across the arid countryside, Steve painstakingly described Kate's charms to Chip. Somewhere along the line, he found himself discussing Gwen's beauty. By nightfall, Chip felt like he knew the sisters intimately. The men tried to sleep for a few hours and then resumed their trek. As they limped along, Steve realized he was answering questions about all the girls he knew, and Chip was a very good listener.

"You realize that you can't ever repeat this stuff, or I'll have to kill you?" asked Steve as the sun was rising. "I have nothing but respect for these ladies and don't want to give the wrong impression. But, it does seem to help make the pain bearable, doesn't it?"

"I understand. What kind of an asshole do you think I am?" replied Chip immediately. "I can't get over how many beautiful women you've seen topless or naked. At least you can die happy. I can't. Now, I've got to see these ladies' tits and asses for myself. We've got to make it back."

The two men were barely conscious when they staggered into the old man's yard. They had no idea if they had been walking for two days, or for a week. They both had high fevers and were badly dehydrated. The old man realized who they were immediately and helped them into the small cave in the side of the hill that he used for storage. Then he started out for the local village to find the Americans that were looking for the two men.

Much later, after they had been rescued and flown home and the group landed at the hospital in Sparta, Billy and Jared, the two strongest and healthiest men in the group, assumed the task of unloading the injured from the helicopters. Once the gurneys with Charlie, Chip, and Steve were rushed to the emergency room, the remaining members of the group walked down the runway to the hospital. Reporters shouted questions while locals clapped and yelled their approval. They waved but remained silent as they walked straight to the waiting room.

Family members were waiting for them when they entered. It was an extremely joyous reunion.

"Jason!" cried Lisa as she rushed into her husband's arms and kissed him soundly. "I knew you'd be the difference. You brought them back! I'm so proud of you, of all of you that made that trip!"

Meanwhile, Paula was carefully examining Ted's bandaged arm."Ted, you're the best husband and father in the world! Look what you went through for your girls. How badly is your arm hurt? We need to get you checked by a doctor. I almost fainted when Lisa said you'd been shot."

William Patterson was busy shaking hands with the men and hugging the women that had made the journey. "Jared! What a good friend you are to Steve and Gwen. Billy, you're the best kind of friend Steve could have. Thanks, Coach, for keeping an eye on these kids and for bringing them back!"




Lady in Red Pt. 02 Ch. 10



Jared's parents, Billy's parents, Charlotte's mom, Ashley, and Naomi's parents, along with the rest of Paula's family, were equally enthusiastic in their greetings and praise of the group.

Gwen, because of her fame and her generosity to the hospital, and the fact that she was entering her third year of medical school in the fall, was able to be in the operating room with Steve. She maintained her composure as Steve's injuries were treated and his arm set. His lung had been punctured by a broken rib. That required some delicate surgery, but Gwen had quickly determined that the attending doctors were very capable and she felt confident that Steve would make a complete recovery.

Kate made Charlotte promise to watch over Chip during his surgery. She paced around the small waiting room near the OR as she waited for word on Chip's condition. It was a couple hours later that Charlotte came into the room smiling.

"He's doing fine! His leg was badly broken from the bullet, but these doctors are incredible! They said he'll probably be walking without even a limp in less than a year! His shoulder was torn up some, but again, the doctors think he'll make a full recovery. He'll be out of it for a few more hours, so maybe you should go home and get some rest, and some clean clothes."

"Oh, Charlotte! Thanks so much! I can't go home now. I want to be here when Chip wakes up. Will they let me sit with him?" asked Kate.

"Here's what we're going to do," stated Gwen as she came through the doorway. "Steve came through the surgery fine, but it'll be a few hours before he wakes up. I'm sure it's the same for Chip. I know how you feel, Kate, but we need to eat something and get cleaned up. Now that the worst is over, my stomach is screaming at me. Let's slip into Billy's and get some real food. Then we'll go home, shower and change into something nice so when our guys come around, they'll see what beautiful, loving women they have."

Gwen led the way as they went to the main waiting room to find family and friends waiting . Gwen anticipated their questions and quickly announced, "The guys had successful surgery. It'll be hours before they come around and we need to eat and get cleaned up. Let's get over to Billy's and get some real food."

"I'm all for it, but there's a hundred reporters outside waiting for answers to their questions," responded Paula. "I think you're going to have to speak to them before we can go eat."

Gwen nodded to her mother, squared her shoulders, and walked out to where the press had set up. Questions were immediately thrown at her from every direction.

"Allow me a statement that may answer some of your questions. Steve and I are blessed with friends and relatives that are willing to risk injury, and even death, to help us. These friends and relatives traveled to Iraq with my sister, Kate, and me to find Steve and Chip Martin bring them home.

"I have not been able to speak with Steve yet, as he's been unconscious since we found him earlier this morning in a cave on a hill in Iraq. It's unclear to me at this time, exactly what role the state department played in getting Steve to exchange himself for those children. It was not handled properly. Of that, I am certain. I will make the time and effort to determine why and how this happened.

"I need to be very clear on this next point. None of us, and especially not Steve, will ever be exchanged for any ransom demands, regardless of who's being held captive. It's counterproductive and simply encourages and rewards the kidnapping and the killing of innocents. My advice is to leave dangerous areas, definitely do not take children to those areas, and never think that anyone from my family, or Lady in Red Productions, will ever pay any sort of ransom. Don't even ask!  

"Get a job in a safe place if you don't want to risk the consequences of your decisions and actions. Do not look to me, my family, my friends, or my company to negotiate with terrorists, because we will never do that!

"As near as I can tell, Steve was rescued from the terrorists by his friend and fellow SEAL, Chip Martin, who was badly injured and also had to undergo extensive surgery for life threatening injuries to his shoulder and leg. He's expected to make a full recovery. I'm unable to express my gratitude to this brave man. I'll leave that chore to my sister Kate!

"Steve underwent surgery for a badly broken left arm, a punctured lung, broken ribs, as well as numerous bruises, cuts, and abrasions caused by brutal beatings. His hands were still cuffed behind his back when we found him! But, he's expected to recover fully. 

"You cannot imagine the ordeal these two incredibly brave men went through. We haven't been able to speak with them yet, but I'm sure they'll downplay the suffering and pain they endured. That's the kind of men they are.

"I have to thank my father, Ted Anderson, for going with us, fighting for us, and being a father we can be extremely proud of. He suffered a bullet wound to his arm, but he's doing very well. My sister's wonderful husband, Ranger Captain Jason Hunter, took the lead in the dangerous parts of the journey and kept us safe. Lieutenant Jared White, Billy Marsh, and Coach Watkins went with us, and fought to keep us safe. My very good friends, Naomi, Charlotte, and Doctor Laura Masters accompanied us and were a tremendous help. Jordan Quick, a person that I love with all of my heart, and her fiancé Charlie Burns, never wavered in their support. Charlie was injured by a bullet that dug a groove in his head, but he's already doing much better, thank God. 

"Finally, I have to thank everyone that came to Sparta on their bikes and in their cars to show their support for Steve. These people are our friends and we welcome them! Food and drink will be made available to them by Lady in Red Productions for as long as they're in Sparta. Bathrooms, showers, and lockers will be accessible for them at our performing arts center. We thank to all of you that kept Steve in your thoughts over the past couple of weeks!"

"How was it that you and your friends were able to find Steve when all of the resources of the United States government failed?" called a reporter from a major network.

"That's the question, isn't it?" replied Gwen seriously. "Was it because my friends and I truly wanted to find Steve and help him? We received most of our intelligence from sources in the military. They believed the terrorists would be about a hundred miles north of Baghdad and they were right. But our sources told us that the military was not involved in the search for Steve and his abductors. It wasn't for lack of desire. We understand that our fighting men and women in Iraq wanted very much to assist in finding Steve. 

"You need to ask questions of the state department and the administration. Who insisted Steve go to Iraq? Who decided to have him meet with the parents of the kids that were kidnapped? Who was in command of the search and rescue efforts, if there were any? Get the answers to those questions and go from there!"

"Did you go to Iraq to improve your chances of being elected to Congress? It seems like you're running for that office pretty hard," asked another man from a cable news channel.

"You, Sir, are an ass!" replied Gwen hotly. "I don't give a damn about votes. I'm not running for anything. How deep do you think this conspiracy went? Did we get those kids abducted for votes? Did we risk Steve's life for votes? Did Charlie and Dad get wounded to help get votes? I love Steve. My friends and family love Steve, and they love me. Our actions were out of love, and for no other reason! To suggest otherwise reflects poorly on you, not on me, my friends, or my relatives! That will be all for now." 

Ten minutes later, Gwen and her entourage entered Marsh's Landing. The place was teeming with patrons. There were tourists and locals, as well some of the bikers that had made the trip to honor Steve. The room went silent as soon as Gwen was recognized. She smiled and greeted people she knew.

"Bob, Mary! It's great to see you. Your kids are adorable! Mrs. Williams, your grandkids are growing up so fast. Thanks for the kind words, Pamela. He's recovering. I'm going back to the hospital as soon as I eat something to eat and get cleaned up. I'm flattered that you'd vote for me. I won't be campaigning in any way. I'm far too busy, and much too jaded to be part of that circus."

William Patterson stood back and marveled at the way patrons reacted to Gwen as she made her way to the private room they would be using. It was obvious that she was loved and respected by the people of Sparta, and that the feelings were reciprocated by Gwen. Jordan and Kate spoke with many of the diners as well, but Gwen appeared to be the focal point of the public's attention and admiration.

The girls left a sea of smiling faces behind them as she slowly made their way through the room. Ted was the subject of a lot of comments and observations as he proudly walked alongside Paula. His bandaged arm told the story of how his trip to Iraq had gone.

When they were finally settled around their table, William Patterson gave voice to his observations. "Gwen, you'll easily be elected to congress. I've never seen anyone given as much love and respect as these people feel for you. Add in the quality of your family and friends, especially Jordan and Steve, and you're pure gold in this town, and state."

"Thanks, Grandfather Patterson, but I really don't care much about that right now. I just want Steve, Chip, and Charlie to get well. Charlie's in the hospital for observation while Chip and Steve are still under the effects of the anesthesia. Those three men, along with those at this table, are the absolute best I've ever seen."

Just then, Gwen noticed two men standing in the doorway. She quickly stood and went to them. Jordan was right behind her. "Larry! Larry Carson! And Merle! It's so good to see you!"

William Patterson watched as Gwen and Jordan greeted the two roughly dressed men warmly. The taller man wore an old sleeveless shirt and jeans while the shorter man wore a leather jacket and old jeans. Tattoos could be seen on his neck and hands. They didn't appear to be the type anyone would expect the two beautiful girls to welcome so warmly.

"Would you sit down and eat with us?" asked Jordan as soon as she finished hugging Merle. "It's great to see you both. Thanks for making the ride."

"We can't stay, but we sure appreciate that you ladies treat us so well," stated Larry Carson. "We just wanted you to know that we're here if you need us. By 'us', I mean somewhere between five thousand and ten thousand brothers and sisters on bikes. We're all really happy that you found Steve and brought him home to recover. We're hearing some disturbing things about the state department and how they treated him after he risked his life to save those kids.

"You guys and your company have been life savers for a lot of us Vets. We're here for you if you need us. Nothing would make the guys prouder than to help you any way they can. We've been getting everyone that lives in your district registered to vote. We're pretty excited about having a friend in Congress, having someone that listens and cares for us everyday working men and women. You're rich and beautiful, but you aren't all stuck up and full of yourself. We feel like you, Jordan, Steve, and Charlie are personal friends. You're good people and we'll do our best to get you elected."

"Thank you so much!" beamed Gwen. "I appreciate that you'd work so hard for me. If I do somehow manage to represent this district, my door will always be opened to you, and the other veterans and working stiffs out there. If I'm not elected, we'll still be friends and get together for rides now and then. You've done a wonderful job helping other veterans and those of us in Lady in Red Productions are honored to call you both friends. I'll tell Steve you're in town and keeping an eye on things. He'll appreciate it a lot."  

After the men departed, Lisa explained to everyone how Gwen and Jordan came to know the two men. "Merle was the man that found those two kids that July 4th we rode to the state park because Jordan had the great idea to help them. Larry is the fellow Lady in Red donated a million dollars to because of his efforts in helping veterans. I don't think I'd be telling any secrets if I mentioned that Lady in Red donates a million dollars to his cause every year. He's helped thousands of veterans get jobs, find homes, learn trades and skills, and get basic health care. In my opinion, Gwen really should be elected to Congress. She's done more to help people in her spare time than any politicians have accomplished working at it full time."

As soon as dinner was finished, Kate and Gwen rushed home to shower and change. They planned on being at the hospital when their guys came around, regardless of how long they had to wait.

Kate had been sitting with Chip for a few hours when exhaustion finally conquered her and she fell asleep. She was sitting in a chair, but her head was lying on Chip's upper abdomen as she dozed. Suddenly she was wide awake. A noise of some kind had stirred her senses. Looking around, she saw an attractive woman in her forties watching her from the other side of Chip's bed.

"I'm sorry, but Chip isn't receiving company right now. How did you past the nurses? If' you're a reporter or something, you can just turn around and leave!"

"Who exactly are you to tell me I can't see my own son!" demanded the woman. "The last time I looked, you weren't even a close relative. I've never actually met you. That said, I'm glad that you're here with my son, and keeping such a watchful eye on everything."

"Mrs. Martin? I'm so sorry! I didn't realize you were coming here. I don't have your number or anything, or I would've called you. I'm Kate Anderson, a.. a friend of Chip's. I'm just waiting for him to wake up. Your son's a very brave man!"

"That he is. You're Kate Anderson? Chip's best friend is Steve Hammer. Is Gwen Anderson your sister? You're a very beautiful young woman. You say you're just a friend of Chip's?" asked the older woman as she watched with amusement as Kate blushed.

"We're just getting to know each other, but I'll probably be the mother of your grandchildren, if I have anything to say about it," confessed Kate as she squared her shoulders and looked the older woman in the eye. 

"I see," replied Mrs. Martin, making no attempt to conceal her smile. "Do you expect to marry him first, or just start having children? Is he aware of your intentions?"

"Well, not exactly. He saved my life. When I asked if he was engaged or married, he told me we could go pick out a ring anytime. I'd call that a proposal, and I'm thinking about holding him to it," smiled Kate. "Chip and Steve are men of honor. They wouldn't do anything to mislead a poor little girl like me. If Chip was playing fast and loose with me, my father would have to thrash him within an inch of his life, once he recovered from this ordeal, of course." 

"Of course," laughed Chip's mother. "The doctor tells me that Chip should recover fully. Your family and friends got him here just in time. I heard all about your trip on TV. That Amber Stahl can't say enough good things about your group. You found Chip and Steve in a hillside cave and brought both of them back to Sparta. 

"Your friend, as well as your father, were both injured fighting off more terrorists. It's all pretty incredible. I'd have to say that my son has made some pretty good friends. If only his father could understand him the way you do. He wanted Chip to learn the family business, but Chip insisted that he was going to join the Navy and become a SEAL."

"Are you telling me that Chip's father isn't the proudest man in the world after all of all the courageous things his son has accomplished? That would be harder for me to believe if I didn't know Steve's family history."

"Steve's maternal grandmother was upset when Steve's mother fell in love with his father, who was a sailor in the Navy. She drove Steve's mother away. She never knew that Steve was even born, or when her daughter died. It was a chance meeting in Paris that reunited her family with Steve, but it was too late to apologize to Steve's parents. I can't have your husband estranged from Chip. My kids are going to need to know all of their family, so you'd better make your husband get with the program!"

"Do I have any say in any of this?" croaked a weak voice from the bed.

"Chip!" cried Kate when she realized where the question had come from. She slowly bent over and gave the injured man a long, lingering kiss. "Do you want three kids or four? That will be your only decision. How do you feel?"

"Pretty confused," admitted Chip as he slowly turned his head to see his mother standing close by. "The last thing I remember is stumbling into a cave in a hillside in Iraq. Then I wake up with an angel telling my mother that she's going to have my kids, not that I'm complaining. How did I wind up here, and where exactly am I? How's Steve?"

By this time two nurses and a doctor hurried into the room and insisted that Kate and Mrs. Martin leave for a few minutes while they examined Chip. Kate told Chip that Steve was recovering and that she'd be back to answer all of his questions as soon as the doctor gave permission. Kate found herself standing in the hall with Chip's mother while the two women waited to return to the room.

"I hope I didn't seem disrespectful, Mrs. Martin," began Kate when the two women were alone. "I've fallen for your son pretty hard in a very short time. He's handsome, brave, kind, loyal, and extremely capable. My father likes him. Steve thinks the world of him. That tells me that he's a very special guy. He seems to like me pretty well, so I'm telling you up front that I'm going after him. I think he's great husband material."

"Young lady, you don't beat around the bush. I can't speak for Chip. In fact, he's barely spoken to me since he and his father had that big argument over Chip joining the Navy. When I was told that he was badly injured helping Steve Hammer escape from those damned terrorists, I was scared to death. I almost lost my son without making sure that he knew how much I loved him.

"But you and your friends and family went over there, found him, and brought him back. He's our son and we should have been part of it! But those two stubborn men refuse to bend at all. That leaves me in the middle of the mess."

"That's something we're going to fix right away," insisted Kate. "I've learned a lot by watching my sister, Gwen. She handles Steve really well, especially with family. He didn't want to reconcile with his mother's family, but once Gwen made it clear that she's have it no other way, he came around pretty fast. Now he's really glad that he did. I'll make Chip fall in love with me so deep he won't be able to refuse me anything. Then I'll tell him that he has to reach an understanding with his father. Our kids are going to have all of their grandparents participating in their lives."

"Do you think you can do that?" asked Mrs. Martin hopefully. "I guess that's a stupid question. Look how beautiful you are. I can't imagine any healthy young man refusing you anything."

"Thank you, Mrs. Martin. I'm going to need your help. It sounds like you've allowed your husband too much freedom in making family decisions. You need to be firmer. I'm sure he loves you a great deal and wants you to be happy. He needs to know that the only way you'll be happy is when he and Chip get over their stupid spat. Chip is a wonderful man. You and your husband must be pretty special people to raise such a good son."

"Please call me, Marian, since we're going to be related," grinned Chip's mother. "I think we're going to get along splendidly, especially since you're going to be giving me beautiful grandchildren!"




Lady in Red Pt. 02 Ch. 10



At that moment, in a different room, Steve slowly opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was Gwen's beautiful face watching him. Her smile lit up the room before she bent down and kissed him soundly.

"How are you feeling, Darling? Are you in much pain? Can I get you anything?" asked Gwen between kisses to his lips and cheeks.

"Where am I? How did I get here? Is Chip okay? You're beautiful!"

"Chip is recovering in another room. You're in Sparta, in the hospital. You have some broken ribs, your left arm was broken, and you've got some nasty bruises all over your body. The swelling in your face is just beginning to go down. It must have been horrible!"

Steve looked away before speaking. "I thought I was going to die. I keep seeing that lunatic swinging a sword at me. I thought I'd never see you again, never hold you in my arms, and never see our kids. I'm not proud to admit that I was pretty scared."

"You wouldn't be human if you weren't!" countered Gwen. "What you did was the bravest thing a person could ever do, but you'll never do it again! I've already let it be known that none of our friends or family will ever deal with terrorists, except to bring them to justice."

"How did I get here? I remember that dark, dank cave. Then I woke up with your beautiful face smiling at me. What happened?" asked Steve.

Before Gwen could respond, a doctor and two nurses ushered her out of the room so they could examine Steve. She saw Kate speaking to a woman in the hall and joined them.

"Steve's awake and talking!"announced an almost giddy Gwen as she approached the two women. "How's your stud doing? Has he come around yet?"

"Marian Martin, meet my sister Gwen. Gwen, this is Chip's mother, Mrs. Marian Martin," grinned Kate as she made the introductions.

"It's a real pleasure to meet the very famous Gwen Anderson," responded Chip's mother. "And to answer your question, Kate's 'stud' was speaking to us before the doctor and his nurses insisted we leave the room so they could examine him."

"That's great news! You don't seem to be too upset about Kate staking a claim on your son. I'm glad of that. You and your husband must be very proud of Chip. He's one of the bravest men I've ever met, and believe me, I've met my share."

The women wound up discussing the relationship Chip had with his dad until they were allowed back in with the patients. Both men were asleep again when the girls returned, so they sat down to wait for them to awaken. Chip's mother told Kate that she was going to rent a room at one of the local motels. She had flown to the capital and rented a car as soon as she learned that her son was a patient in Sparta.

"Marian, you won't find a room. In case you didn't notice, this town is teeming with visitors. There are several motels under construction in the area, but I'm sure every available room within twenty miles will be rented. Why don't you stay with us? I'll call Mom. She'll be glad to have you," insisted Kate.

"I can't put her out like that, especially this time of night. I'll go back to the interstate and drive until I find a room. Your mom doesn't need me bothering her right now," worried Marian Martin.

"Let's see. Chip saved my life less than a week ago. He saved Steve's life a few days ago. Do you think my mother would mind helping out a woman whose son saved her daughter and her favorite man under forty?" asked Kate. "I'm calling her now."

"Mom? Nothing's wrong. Chip's mother arrived to see Chip. Yes, she got to speak with him for a very short time. I'm going to sit with him all night, but she's really bushed and needs some rest. I thought you'd say that. She was worried that she'd be putting you out. That's what I told her. Okay, I'll give her directions and she should be there in ten minutes. Thanks, Mom!"

"You heard my end of the conversation, Marian. Mom will be hurt if you don't show up. She's anxious to meet you. She'll probably ask all about Chip so she'll know what her grandkids will be like," teased Kate as she wrote directions to her parents' home on a note pad.

Over the next few days, Steve once again demonstrated that he was a fast healer. His bruises turned from black and purple to bright yellows. His chest was extremely tender and his arm was immobilized in a cast. His wounds from Colombia were completely healed and he was anxious to leave the hospital. Laura consulted with the staff and agreed to release him on the fourth day, under the care of Gwen and her family.

Chip was doing well, but his leg required closer monitoring and he was told it would be a few more days before his release would even be considered. On the first evening Steve was out of the hospital, Paula prepared a huge meal and invited all of the family and friends that risked so much to find and rescue Steve and Chip. Everyone was eating and chatting when Kate's question caught Steve completely by surprise.

"Did you know that Chip talks in his sleep? He talks a blue streak when he gets going."

"Well, I'm not surprised," chuckled Steve. "He talks all the time he's awake so it's only natural that he'd keep talking in his sleep. Now that you mention it, I've heard him jabber a few times when we bunked together in a room. I've learned to ignore him, whether he's asleep or awake."

"So maybe you can tell me how he knows about that big freckle on my left ass cheek and the small birthmark just above my little kitty? He's been making comments about me, as well as most of the ladies here, that he should know nothing about," continued Kate. "There's only one person that's seen most of us naked and also spent time with Chip."

Steve felt his face turn red as he considered Kate's conclusion. Chip had been telling stories out of school, even if it was in his sleep! Steve wondered just how much Chip had revealed.

"To whom are you referring?" asked Naomi with a big grin as she watched Steve squirm. "We all know what a gentleman Steve is. If we ever thought he'd blab about us, we never would've let him have a peek at the goodies."

"Chip's been talking almost nonstop about all of you. Naomi has really amazingly firm, large breasts that defy gravity. Lisa's nipples really scrunch up when she's cold. Did anyone else notice that Charlotte has little dimples on her ass?"

"I made him promise to never mention any of that," revealed Steve as he looked around the room. "We were dehydrated, had lost a lot of blood, and were in a lot of pain. I was just trying to help take his mind off the situation."

"You took his mind off by telling him personal things about us?" asked Kate accusingly. "Is that the chivalry that the famous Steve Hammer is known for?"

"Now Kate, you insisted that you get to be topless in front of Steve, so you really shouldn't complain that you made such an impression and he remembered every detail. You should be flattered that Steve looked so closely," reasoned Paula.

"Oh yeah? How about you having long nipples that get hard real fast and look like erasers when they do?" demanded Kate.

"Oh dear!" mumbled Paula as she turned to look at Steve, and then at a grinning Ted. "I can't control that reaction. I didn't realize he ever saw that."

"This isn't fair to Steve," chided Gwen. "He's a man that shared a little information with another man during a time of extreme stress and pain. Like Mom said before, you should all be flattered. If Steve was able to describe you so well, it meant that he really appreciated what he saw. They're compliments!"

"Oh, I see now," countered Kate. "It's okay if he tells Chip that you taste like a mixture of honey and cherry, that you're very enthusiastic about giving and receiving oral, and your body is absolutely perfect in every way possible."

"Steve said that to Chip?" asked a very red-faced Gwen. "It's a little more than he needed to reveal. I admit that, but I'm pretty happy that he feels like that. He's going to get so lucky tonight, even with bad ribs and a broken arm!"

"Wait a minute! Did he say anything about me?' asked Jordan with a big smile. "I'll feel terrible if I was left out."

"Are you kidding? Remember the night he washed the vomit out of your hair? He couldn't believe how firm and full your breasts were and how he much he enjoyed rolling your nipples in his fingers while he washed your hair."

"Really? He did that and I was too drunk to remember it? Damn! Thanks, Steve, for mentioning me in your delusional, water deprived, pain fueled observations to Chip. If you didn't have broken ribs, I'd hug you!"

"Ladies, I realize now that I crossed the line. I apologize and promise it'll never happen again. This is all pretty embarrassing. Don't blame Chip. He was pretty badly hurt and in a lot of pain. I was trying to keep his mind off our situation, so I may have revealed more information than I should have," admitted Steve.

"I can't even begin to forgive you until I hear what you told Chip about me," interjected Ashley. "I'm with Jordan on this one. If you didn't say anything about me, I'll feel terrible."

"Don't worry about that. When he first found out that you were his teacher, he had unspeakable fantasies about you. They were the usual teacher/student fantasies where you keep him after class for some test he has to make up and before he knows it, your nipples are in his mouth and he's in heaven," recounted Kate.

"Was that Steve's fantasy, or Ashley's?" asked Charlotte as a very red faced Ashley covered her eyes and mouth with her hands. "Do I really have dimples on my ass? How come you never mentioned it, Billy, or is Steve paying more attention to my ass than you are? I, for one, want to make the record clear. If looking at my ass, talking about my ass, or any of my other body parts helps Steve and Chip get through horrible situations like they were in a few days ago, by all means, tell Chip all of my secrets. If you need to do any extra research so you have more to reveal in the future, just let me know!"  

"I'm not even going to repeat what he told Chip about Aunt Diane and Jordan's mother. This officer and gentleman has been cutting quite a wide swath," concluded Kate.

"My mother? Steve's seen Mom naked? Why haven't I heard about that? I bet she was trying to convince him that her breasts were bigger and better than mine. I thought she was over that sort of behavior," complained a suddenly dejected Jordan.

"Please excuse me for a few minutes," stated Steve as he stood and asked Jordan to step into an adjoining room. "Jordan, your mom is way better than she used to be. Kate's referring to an incident back when we graduated from high school.

"She did try to get me to compare and I explained that there no comparisons. You are beautiful inside and out, a woman that cares about others and helps those less fortunate. I told your mom that she'd never have tits anywhere near as nice as yours until she improved as a person and as a mother. I told her that you were perfect and I meant it. Since then, she's been much better, as far as I can tell. Please don't say something to her to cause her pain. She's improved her attitude, hasn't she?"

"So I have nicer tits? Cool! I won't say anything to Mom, so don't worry. But I do want to thank you for being such a great friend. I remember Mom acting different that weekend. Now that I think about it, she really did start behaving better and making better decisions after that. She must have taken your words to heart."

Jordan led Steve back into the dining room by the hand. "Gwen, this guy's a keeper! You probably already know what he just told me about Mom, but I'm very grateful to have such a loyal, thoughtful friend."

After dinner, everyone went to the living room to discuss the events of the past few days. "Charlie and I had a scare when he was hit in the head. We'd like to get married Labor Day, at the LiR CPA, if that's okay with everyone. We'll invite pretty much the whole town, if you guys are good with it. I was hoping that the company could pick up some of the expenses. We have a fair amount saved, but I know how costly weddings can be."

"Don't even say another word!" interrupted Lisa. You never batted an eye when the company paid for my wedding and that was pretty expensive. As a member of LIR board of directors, I make the motion that our company covers all of Jordan and Charlie's wedding expenses, including the honeymoon."

"I'll second that, especially since I expect my extravagant wedding to be covered in full by the company!" laughed Kate. "Jordan never asks for anything for herself, so we really need to do this right. We need to start making wedding plans, like yesterday!"

"You know that Steve and I want you to have the very best wedding possible," added Gwen. "Let's get to work on this right away. This'll be a wedding the likes of which this town, or state, has never seen before!"

"I hate to change the subject, but I feel that I've got to explain a few things to Kate," interjected Steve. "I didn't tell Chip about all of the beautiful ladies I have in my life to be crude or to brag. 

"We knew there was a real possibility one of us, or maybe both of us would die. In fact, it was a given that neither of us would ever leave the other, so it was pretty much both of us survive or we both die. Jason, Jared, and Charlie understand how we stand by our brothers. Chip was limping through desert with a leg busted by a bullet and with another one buried in his shoulder, because he risked his life to save mine. We had no water and he had lost a great deal of blood. He needed a reason to continue on. He started asking me all about you. We spent a few hours discussing everything I knew about you and every experience you and I ever had together. 

"Eventually, I ran out of stuff to tell him about you, so I started telling him about Gwen. I guess I became too personal and detailed, but it kept us alive and moving. When I finally exhausted my knowledge of Gwen, we naturally continued on to discuss the rest of you. Neither of us ever meant to be crude or sexist, or whatever you might call it.

"Right after we killed... after the fight to escape those bastards that were so intent on separating me from my head, Chip told me to leave on my own. He said that he couldn't walk and he'd never make it. He wanted to get some weapons and wait for the rest of the terrorist cell to show up so he could go out in a blaze of glory. He was more than fine with me leaving him there to face his fate. I had to remind him that you, Kate, were expecting him to come back and that you'd never forgive me if I returned without him. He realized that his desire to see you was greater than the pain he's have to endure to accomplish it. I can't begin to tell you how much he suffered to get to that cave, and to get back with you."

"Oh, Steve!" cried Kate as she moved close and kissed him briefly on the lips. "I was teasing about you telling Chip about me. Like Charlotte said, if it helped you guys get back to us, I'm honored. Thanks for telling me about it. Gwen says you're reluctant to talk above those things, so I know it wasn't easy, but it's important for the rest of us to know what you went through in order to help you get past it. No wonder Gwen loves you so much. I'm just beginning to understand how love like that feels. It's scary and uplifting at the same time. 

"Forgive me for being such a bitch, teasing you over something so meaningful to you and Chip. I didn't understand, but I do now. You weren't a couple of hormonal teens bragging about conquests. You were wounded warriors, struggling to survive and to find a reason to take the next step, cover the next mile, regardless of the pain it caused. I'm humbled by your courage, and embarrassed that I didn't understand and appreciate how much you guys suffered. Please forgive me?"

"Kate, we decided years ago that I can't stay upset with you," answered Steve. "Remember that prom? I told you then that brothers love sisters no matter what. It's only gotten stronger over the years. You never need to ask me to forgive you. I can't do otherwise. You're in my heart forever." 

Kate sobbed and stepped close to Steve and gently hugged him. The slight pressure she exerted against his chest caused him to gasp. "Look how much pain you're still in. I hardly touched you. Thanks for being you, and for bringing Chip into my life. I think he's going to be the guy for me, especially since he now knows me intimately. You're an amazing man."

"Not to change the subject again," stated Paula, "but I was notified this morning that Gwen's new recording, 'Woman in Love' has debuted on the top one hundred charts at number ten! I have no reason to believe it won't be number one next week and for a few weeks after that."

"That's no surprise! Have you seen the video? It's entirely from news clips. There's no acting or pretending in any of it," added Ashley. "The part where Gwen runs to meet the helicopter bringing in Steve still makes me cry. And where she pulls out that handgun and walks into that cave looking for Steve gives me goose bumps! That song's perfect for the way things have been going the past couple of weeks. It's amazing, and it's all true! That and the great way Gwen sings it make it a lock for all kinds of awards and honors. It won't hurt her non-attempt to be elected to congress, either."

"I may be able to add some interesting information about the election," remarked William Patterson. "My sources tell me that the Democratic candidate is going to bow out of the race by next week. Polls coming out this week will show that Gwen has almost sixty per cent of the voters' support. The Republican has about thirty per cent and that leaves about ten percent for the Democrat. I've also heard that he's going to throw his support to his Republican rival. That's unheard of in politics. It demonstrates how the major parties don't want outsiders in Washington. They want to keep a two party system and will go to great lengths to block Gwen's chances of being elected."

"That's interesting," replied Ashley. "We've been contacted by the Secretary of State's office. He wants to meet with Steve so he can get to the bottom of the bungled hostage situation, or so he claims. He's going to toss his hat into the presidential election ring this fall. I told his office that we'd get back to him. Do you want to discuss this with Gwen in private before you respond to his request, Steve?"

"Honestly? My feelings right now are that you are all my friends and your advice and suggestions are important to me. I can't speak for Gwen, but I'd like to have you all around for decisions like this. There will be things I don't think of that someone else will."

"Steve's right," agreed Gwen. "If I do get elected to the house, I'll want all of you to be my advisors. I'll make the final decision, but I need to know that people I trust and that have my best interests at heart are supporting and advising me. If we're ever important enough to have an 'inner circle', all of you will be considered part of it. It should come as no surprise that I'll be leaning heavily on Steve's knowledge of world events. He seems to understand things that fly over my head and I'll rely on him to keep me on track and supporting the right policies."

"I don't see any reason to not meet with the Secretary," said Steve. "Do any of you see a problem with it? My gut feeling is that this action, or lack of action, by the state department is going to become a major headache for some government agencies. They're going to do their best to stonewall it."

"Vincent Rosen wants to be the next president," pointed out Jason. "He'll start actively campaigning this fall. He'll resign his position to devote all his time and efforts to the election in two years. He will do anything he can to make this situation go away. If Steve's treatment in Iraq is laid at his door, he'll never get elected. He wants to meet with Steve to find out what he knows, and how determined he is to seek justice."




Lady in Red Pt. 02 Ch. 10



"I'd say that you almost have to meet him," opined Jared. "When the sitting Secretary of State asks a current member of the military for a meeting, it really can't be declined. The request is a formality. Just be cautious with what you say to him."

Two days later a motorcade made its way into Sparta. The Secretary of State was in town to visit with the injured Steve Hammer and to delve into the possibility of Steve being set up by unknown entities. 

Steve and Gwen met the Secretary and his wife at the Lady in Red Center for the Performing Arts. Hordes of reporters were on hand to record the event and to ask the usual questions. Secretary Rosen and his wife welcomed the media coverage as they shook hands with Steve and Gwen while smiling broadly for the cameras. After an opening statement, The Secretary excused himself and his wife as they walked into the building with Steve and Gwen. 

As soon as they reached a private room, Rosen spoke to Steve and Gwen. "We got off on the wrong foot back in Russia. I was out of line with my characterization of Gwen, and I apologize for it. I hope you can forgive my insensitive remarks and that we can move forward, working together to accomplish our mutual goals."

"That would depend on what you feel our mutual goals are," responded Gwen. "What do you want to come from this meeting?"

"For starters, we're both running for office and the exposure will help us both. Then there's the matter of you feeling that the state department left Steve in the lurch in Iraq," responded Rosen.

"For starters, I'm not running for any office," countered Gwen. "There happens to be a movement to get voters to write my name in on Election Day, but I've had nothing to do with it and I am not campaigning in any way.

"The state department did leave Steve hanging, almost literally," continued Gwen. "Maybe you can explain its role in the entire fiasco. Why did you ask Steve to help and then abandon him?"

"Why do you think we asked Steve to help?" asked Rosen. "The first we knew about Steve's involvement was when it was announced by the French that Steve had been traded for the kids. We were as surprised as everyone else. It was our understanding that he was recovering from his Colombian adventure here in Sparta."

"You're denying the call to Captain Neary?" asked Gwen incredulously. "You deny telling Steve to report immediately?

"I deny knowing any Captain Neary. We don't negotiate with terrorists and we told the French exactly that. Once we found out that Steve was in the hands of the terrorists, we contacted the CIA to find out what intelligence they may have picked up. They told us that they felt they could find Steve and to sit tight for a day or two while their operatives worked to find him. They insisted that we not involve the military because it would endanger their people as well as force the hands of the terrorists."

"So you're telling us that you followed the advice of the CIA, and that the state department never called Captain Neary to have Steve report? Do you have control over the CIA?" asked Gwen as Steve sat quietly listening to the exchange. 

"The CIA is supposed to answer to congress and the president, the same as I do," answered Rosen. "That's the theory. The fact is that the CIA is so covert and secretive that most of the rest of us in government have very little knowledge of what they're doing. This Captain Neary is not someone I'm familiar with. Is he with the Navy? "

"I'm beginning to wonder about that," admitted Steve as he spoke for the first time. "He seemed extremely relaxed and easy going for a JAG officer on an assignment. I didn't think about it at the time. That's on me.

"Could you use your position to find out if a Captain Mark Neary was sent to Sparta to interview me? President Hanson said that I would be debriefed the day after I returned from Colombia. Then Neary showed up and told us he was there for the debriefing, which was cursory, at best. It never occurred to me to check into his credentials."

"Certainly," replied Rosen as he dug out his cell phone and hit a number. He had a short conversation with an assistant, telling him to find out who was sent to debrief Steve and to find out if there was a JAG officer named Captain Mark Neary.

"While we're waiting for information on this mystery, I'd like to speak to you both about your position regarding Vincent's campaign. It's no secret that he's going to be declaring his candidacy this fall. Can you tell me if you two will support him, or will you work for one of the other candidates? I know you're friendly with President Hanson, but he'll be leaving office. How do you feel about Vincent's candidacy? I know we had a shaky start, but he's a very good man and would make an excellent president."

Gwen and Steve exchanged glances before Steve responded. "We aren't likely to publicly support any candidate. If Gwen is elected, it will because she is her own person with no party affiliation and no debts to anyone. If she becomes the typical political animal, her base will dissolve and her constituents will be disappointed. By the same token, we will not voice any negative thoughts about Secretary Rosen's candidacy. 

"I understand that a lot of people in your party are lining up behind you, offering their support for your campaign. I doubt that what Gwen and I think will make any difference to most voters," concluded Steve. 

Mrs. Rosen studied Steve for a few seconds before nodding. "You're sincere about that, aren't you? I'm beginning to see just how genuine you two really are. You guys are huge! Your support could possibly make the difference in the election. All of our advisors agree on one thing. 'We need to get Steve Hammer and Gwen Anderson in our corner if we want to win.' Your heroism, charity work, business success, movies, music, and international diplomacy have all combined to make you two the most famous, most admired couple in the country. The simple truth is that if you work against Vincent, he probably won't be elected president."

"Mrs. Rosen, you're very flattering, but I'm afraid you've drastically overstated our influence," replied Gwen modestly. "We aren't politicians and I doubt that either of us will ever run for an office. The likelihood of write-ins carrying either of us to a high office is small, at best. We certainly aren't king makers, or president makers in this case."

"That genuine modesty of yours is exactly what makes you so endearing to the public, along with your beauty, brains, talent, and generosity," observed Mrs. Rosen. "Can Vincent and I take this away from this meeting? You two will not criticize Vincent, nor support a rival during the campaign?"  

"We haven't promised that," responded Gwen. "We're going to get to the bottom of who knew what about Steve being sent to Iraq. If The Secretary truly had no knowledge of the situation and played no part in any cover up, we'll not criticize him in any public forum. If Mr. Rosen was involved in placing Steve's neck on the line, literally, I'll do my best to see that all Hell rains down on him. We'll expect complete cooperation from the state department in getting to the bottom of this. If your husband is totally honest about this situation, we'll be fine."

"That's fair enough. I think we can live with that," conceded Mrs. Rosen. "I would ask that if you should learn something that appears to reflect poorly on Vincent, please give us an opportunity to respond before you go public with your concerns. Will you agree to that? If Vincent is fortunate enough to be elected president, we'd very much like to have as close a relationship with you as President Hanson now enjoys."

"To get back to the matter of Captain Neary," interrupted Rosen. "I was just told that he was sent here by the Navy to debrief you. He's a distinguished looking man in his forties. He walks with a limp from an old injury. Does that sound like the same man you met with? He hasn't been heard from since the day after you came back from Colombia." 

"Not even close!" gasped Gwen. "The Neary we saw was in his early thirties, athletic, charming, and an impostor!" 

"I thought so. Neary was discovered yesterday wandering the streets of your state capital. He's been hospitalized. Toxicology tests reveal all kinds of drugs still in his system They think it'll be several more days before he begins to return to normal. Someone impersonated him. 

"The government will be extremely interested in this situation," insisted Rosen. "We need to find the man that impersonated him. When we find him, we should have some answers to this mystery. Believe me, I had no knowledge of any of this, but I want to know all about it. You'll be contacted by investigators, probably FBI, but check their credentials! Please cooperate with them. We'll get to the bottom of this."

The two couples discussed the situation for another half hour before Rosen received a call telling him that his schedule made it necessary for him to leave. Once again, reporters called to him as he and his wife left the building. Rosen answered a few non-controversial questions and climbed into his limo with his wife.

Twenty minutes later, Gwen and Steve emerged from the building to face the same reporters. Gwen was momentarily stunned by the first question hurled at her.

"What is your response to the pictures that appeared on the internet today that show you and your 'good friend', Jared White naked together? What about the pictures of Steve Hammer naked with Naomi Wilson? Are you two swingers? Do you think voters will approve of that type of conduct?" demanded a reporter from a cable channel.

"I'd have to see those pictures before I'd hazard a comment," replied Gwen as she contemplated where and when the pictures were taken, and if they were even real.

"I have several copies with me," replied the reporter as he handed five 8 X 10 glossies to Gwen as Steve calmly looked over her shoulder.

"They were taken in that log cabin on Jordan's July 4th Ride for Pride," whispered Steve. "The owner must have had security cameras or something, although the quality is really good for a security camera. You really have a beautiful body! Can I get a copy of those pictures?"

Gwen had difficulty appreciating Steve's humor as she studied the photos. The first clearly showed Jared standing close to her and they both were naked. The second showed a three- quarter backside view of Gwen, with Jared's face and broad shoulders showing above Gwen's shoulders. The third photo had Gwen perched on Jared's lap with her beautiful breasts on display. She and Jared were sharing a grin as they looked at each other.

The fourth photo was of Steve hugging Naomi as they both stood near the hot tub. Steve's face was easily identified, but Naomi's backside was toward the camera. The last photo was a close up of Steve sitting in the hot tub with Naomi sitting on his lap. His arms were around her abdomen, but her very generous bosom appeared to rest on his wrists. Both were smiling broadly. 

"Do you still think voters will write-in your name after they see these pictures," asked the persistent reporter as his colleagues waited for Gwen's response. "Don't you think the electorate deserves and expects higher moral standards from candidates? Will you bow out of the race now?"



Lady in Red Pt. 02 Ch. 01



"Wow! You really haven't heard? He brought Navy back from a 24 to zip flogging! They beat Ohio State on the last play of the game! I think he'll be starting from now on. Are you okay, Gwen?"

"You mean except for being a total ass, embarrassing myself, missing Steve's game, and possibly ruining my life? Other than that, I'm fine," groaned Gwen as she took a chair one of the girls offered her.

"What happened that was so terrible? Do you want these girls to leave so we can talk?" asked Charlotte as she realized how upset Gwen really was.

"No, they can all stay. Somehow, it makes me feel better admitting what an ass I was to a bunch of people. Jack Timberline invited me to dinner after the concert. After dinner, he invited me to go clubbing. Then, after he got me to have a couple drinks, he asked me to go to his hotel room with him."

"Oh, Gwen! You didn't do it with him, did you?" asked a worried Charlotte. "I warned you that he was a jerk. What are you going to tell Steve?"

"I'm going to tell him the truth; that I played the fool, and I even kissed that damn Timberline, but I did not go to his hotel room, and I most certainly did not have sex with him!" stated Gwen firmly.

"I know there'll be pictures of me with Timberline and probably some rumors about us sleeping together, but I swear I only kissed him once. That kiss reminded me that Steve was so much better. I walked out, called a taxi, and came home."

"You're probably the only woman in the free world that would be upset about people thinking that you slept with Jack Timberline. But after watching that football game and the interview with Steve Hammer, I can see why you'd never want him to think you had anything going with someone else," admitted Dakota. "He's a dream boat!"

"If even half of what we've heard about the romance of Steve Hammer and Gwen Anderson is true, he won't be upset with you," added Cindy. "He loves you and doesn't want to lose you. Just tell him the truth. I can't even imagine being in a position where I'd be worried that my boyfriend, Steve Hammer, would be upset because Jack Timberline is trying to get into my pants!"

"Uh-oh!" exclaimed Dakota as she waved her I-Pad in the air. There's pictures of Gwen with Jack Timberline on the web already! Look at this one. It looks like they're sharing a very hot kiss on the dance floor. Do you think Steve'll see it?"

"My God! I Knew I was being stupid, but now it's confirmed. It looks like I'm going to swallow his tongue! Of course Steve will see it. Every woman on the planet knows that they have to get me out of the picture if they want a crack at Steve. This is their chance. I handed it to them on a silver platter. How will I ever face Steve tomorrow?"

Just then Gwen's phone rang. Looking at the caller ID, Gwen answered quickly. "Naomi! How are things back at the academy? You saw that? Your mom woke you up to tell you about it? She was angry? You're angry? Nothing happened! I know it looks bad, and it really was bad enough, but I didn't do anything with him, except that one kiss. Yeah, I know. It was enough, wasn't it? Are you going to tell Steve? Thanks for that. Oh, you just don't want to be the one to deliver the bad news? Okay! I screwed up. Will you be able to forgive me? Do you think Steve will? That's what I'm hoping, too. I'll see you at the premiere, if Steve doesn't kill me first.

"That was a friend. She goes to Annapolis with Steve. She said there was a lot of celebrating going on at the academy since Navy finally beat Ohio State. She had been asleep for an hour when her mother called to tell her to look at the pictures on the internet of me and Jack Timberline. Her mother was very upset, as was Naomi once she looked at the pictures. She said she wouldn't tell Steve about them because he'd probably punch out the messenger!

"She said that most men would never forgive me for humiliating them like I did Steve. Then she said that Steve was not like most men, and that was my only hope. She thinks I might be able to convince him to forgive me, but if I can't, there'll be a line of women at his door, and she'll be first."

"Give her credit for being up front, anyway," observed Dakota. "I hope this so-called friend is an ugly, fat bitch with warts all over her face?"

"Actually, she's quite beautiful," responded Charlotte. "Steve had his first crush on her about four years ago when his Dad was stationed in Cuba."

"Thanks, Charlotte. I needed to be reminded of that. Don't get me wrong, Naomi is a very good friend. She just told me what I already knew. All my friends, except Charlotte, will be after Steve if we break up. That even includes my younger sister. I can't really blame them. It's my own fault."

"Ah, Gwen? If Steve's available, I'll drop Billy like a rock if I can get Steve to look at me twice," stated Charlotte with a straight face.

"What? You, too? You're kidding me, right? You love Billy. You wouldn't do that to him, or to me," insisted Gwen.

"No, you're right. I wouldn't do that. You know why? Because Naomi, Nadiya, Becky, Kate, Stephanie, Ashley, that red headed Russian woman, and a million other super model types would be after him, so I'd have no chance."

"They would be!" agreed Gwen. "We learned early on that half truths, and lies by omission can damage a relationship. Now I'll find out if kissing another guy in public will damage our relationship."

"We came home right after the concert to have some pizza and see if anything happened in the Navy/Ohio State game, and to see if Steve got to play," revealed Charlotte. "I taped it while we were at the concert. You were very good tonight, by the way, Gwen. I just wasn't too thrilled that you chose to sing that song with that masher.

"Let's watch the game again. I'll fast forward through the first quarter. It's enough for you to know that Ohio State was ahead 24 to nothing at the end of the quarter. They had Navy pinned down on the three yard line on fourth down. Steve went in to punt for Navy. The starting Navy quarterback was hurt in the first series and his replacement played pretty bad. He had a fumble and an interception that led to scores. The punter was hurt on his second punt, so Steve was sent in for him. His first kick was pretty good. The second punt was at the start of the second quarter. Let's watch it from there."

Gwen and Charlotte managed just a few hours sleep as their flight to New York was scheduled for an 8 AM departure. That barely allowed them time after landing to get to their hotel and prepare for the premiere. Gwen was feeling very depressed as she wheeled her bag through the airport in San Jose.

While Gwen and Charlotte were at their gate waiting to board, Gwen received a call from her mother. "Do you care to explain your actions, Young Lady? If your goal was to humiliate and embarrass your family and boyfriend, you couldn't have done a better job. Do you think Steve's going to stand for that sort of behavior? Or have you moved on to greener pastures?"

"Mom! You know better than that! I made a mistake, okay? I'm sorry. I'm very sorry. Have you talked to Steve? Does he hate me now? Is this going to be really awkward? If he wants to break up with me, I won't blame him. What did he say to you?"

"He hasn't commented on it to me, or Ted. Nadiya is here, because you invited her, and she's hanging pretty close to Steve. She's absolutely beautiful. Naomi is staying nearby, too. I'm not sure if she's trying to keep Naydia from getting too friendly, or if she's staking a claim. Kate is trying to stay loyal to you, but it's pretty obvious that she's trying to keep Steve from getting too interested in Nadiya or Naomi. Ashley is totally flummoxed, while Becky and Stephanie are intimidated by Naomi and Nadiya, so they're on the sidelines, watching and maybe waiting for their chance. Thank God that Lisa and Jordan are in committed relationships or this would be an even bigger mess."

"What about Steve? Is he acting interested in them? Do you think he's written me off? What should I do?" moaned Gwen.

"It's a little too late to do the right thing now," responded Paula. "You knew that Jack Timberline was a regular tomcat. Did you happen to see him on TV this morning? That jackass was asked about his night with you and he told the reporter that he was a gentleman and would not discuss personal relationships! He might as well have told the reporter that you guys did the deed all night long."

"Mom! I didn't sleep with the guy! If you think I'd do that, then there isn't much sense talking about this anymore. Does everyone share your low opinion of me?"

"Oh, Sweetheart! I don't have a bad opinion of you. I'm just worried about how this will affect you, Steve, our family, and our company. If Steve leaves our group, we'll have a lot less clout, to put it mildly. We'll work something out over the weekend. A lot depends on how badly Steve takes this... turn of events," responded Paula with emotion. 

"Jordan and Lisa were pretty upset when they saw the pictures of you and Timberline. Your father wasn't too pleased either, but we're family and we'll pull through this disappointment. This is supposed to be a wonderful evening with your movie premiere. One good piece of news is that the movie is great! I had the chance to watch it last night and it's really good. You and Jordan show a lot of skin, but you both look fantastic doing it and Steve is amazing, but you already know that."

"We'll be in New York in a few hours. I have a lot of fences to mend and I'll do my best. But if Steve doesn't love me anymore, I don't know what I'll do. I can't imagine my life without him," admitted Gwen to her mother. "I guess I should have realized that a little sooner."

By the time Charlotte and Gwen deplaned and claimed their luggage, they were pressed for time. They had an hour to get to their hotel, get dressed, and make their way to the premiere. As they were riding in a cab, Charlotte gasped as she looked at her phone.

"What is it?" demanded Gwen. "Did you get a text, or an email? What's wrong?" 

"I really hate to be the one to show you this picture, but it's all over the internet. It looks like Nadiya didn't waste any time after finding out about you and Timberline. I'm so sorry, Gwen," finished Charlotte as she turned her phone around so Gwen could see the picture on the screen.

"What is... oh, no! I thought she was my friend! I know he must be pissed at me, but did he have to kiss her in public? It looks like Times Square! I don't think I can go to the premiere now. I'll just stay in the cab and go back to the airport," sobbed Gwen as she felt the pain and humiliation of seeing Steve holding the gorgeous Nadiya Misko tightly as he kissed her lips.

The couple was on a sidewalk with all kinds of paparazzi clicking away. Steve was in uniform and looked extremely dashing, while Nadiya was in a blue sundress that revealed a great deal of cleavage as her arms were raised up and wrapped around Steve's neck. Gwen realized that she really shouldn't be surprised, nor could she blame Nadiya. Steve was everything a woman looked for in a man, and Gwen had betrayed him. She had forfeited any rights she ever had to Steve, as well as to her own happiness.



Lady in Red Pt. 02 Ch. 02



"I remember how upset you were when you entered the hotel that day in New York," recalled Lisa. "Luckily, just about an hour before you arrived, Steve had explained to all of us exactly where the bear crapped in the woods."

"It was everything I could do just to get Gwen to leave the cab," added Charlotte. "I had never seen her so depressed and upset. I was pretty worried about her mental state."

"I was a mess when Charlotte finally convinced me that I had responsibilities to the company, our investors, and to my family and friends. I was scared to death when I reached the hotel. I didn't know what to expect," admitted Gwen as her memory of the events of that weekend came flooding back.

"Come on, Gwen! You're a big girl and you're obligated to do this. A lover's spat is not more important that all the people that depend on you. You can cry and whine after we're done," insisted Charlotte as she practically dragged Gwen into the hotel.

Gwen reluctantly allowed Charlotte to lead her inside, but she dreaded meeting her family, friends, and especially Steve. She was just inside the door when Lisa hurried up to her and wrapped her arms around her in a warm embrace.

"Lisa, I'm so sorry," began Gwen before Lisa cut her off.

"Yeah, yeah. You're sorry. We don't have time Gwen. I have your clothes laid out and a small team of beauty experts is waiting to fix your face, hair and nails. We need to get a move on. Both of you need to come with me now!" insisted Lisa as she led the two girls to the elevators.

"There was some concern about all of us missing the premiere if we waited at the hotel until you were ready, so everyone else has gone ahead. They're waiting in limos down the street from the premiere so they can't be delayed by traffic or any other issue. I promised everyone that I'd wait for you two and do my best to get you there on time. Now get those clothes off and let these ladies work their magic. We have less than an hour!" 

Gwen was relieved that everyone had already left, at least until she considered the situation more thoroughly. The first time she'd see Steve and Nadiya would be at the premiere, possibly on the red carpet, or very close to it. Photographers would be everywhere. Would she be able to hold it together when she saw Steve with Nadiya? 

Thinking it all over, Gwen decided that she had been foolish long enough. She had to accept her situation like an adult and uphold her obligations. Being self centered and childish was what had placed in her miserable situation. No more pathetic scenes in front of hundreds of cameras for her. She'd even wish Nadiya well when she saw her! 

Lisa kept constant pressure on the people getting Gwen prepared for the evening's events. She managed to lead Gwen and Charlotte to their waiting limo only a few minutes later than she'd hoped.

"This reminds me of a year ago when I spent so much time helping you get ready for your first date. I even loaned you my red dress. To think it was the start of the famous "Lady in Red" production company, music, movies, TV shows, concerts, and one of the greatest romances of modern times. I have to pat myself on the back," laughed Lisa. "I'm so proud of you, Gwen, I'm almost bursting. You and Steve have accomplished so much in such a short time and you've been so good for the rest of us. Now I have a great boyfriend that I never would've even met if it hadn't been for you."

"Oh, Lisa! You're showing me how foolish I've been! You're a great sister, and a better friend. I'm sorry I let you down last night. I just hope I didn't ruin everything for our company and for everyone that depends on us," Gwen somehow managed to express without breaking into tears and destroying her make-up.

"Gwen, you didn't ruin anything. That boyfriend of yours is not your average dumb jock. You must know that you can't make him not love you. Trust him always, and above all others. He'll never hurt you. You're very lucky, as well as talented and beautiful! 

"I just got a text from Mom that they've begun walking the red carpet," announced Lisa as she looked at her phone. "You're a star and you're scheduled to arrive last. Jordan will be with Charlie. Steve and Nadiya will be right behind them. You've been selected to have top billing and to enter last."

"Will Steve and Nadiya be gone when I get out of the limo? I don't know if I'll be able to hold up if they're very close," confessed Gwen. "I'm determined to keep it together, but I might get emotional."

"I'm sure that you will," grinned Lisa as the limo slowed down and pulled in behind another one just like it. "Look! We're on time! Steve and Nadiya are just getting out of their car. Give them a couple minutes and then we'll follow. This is awfully exciting for me!

"I'm supposed to show you this text message just before you step onto the carpet. I guess we'll get to see what kind of an actress you really are," grinned Lisa as she held her phone up for Gwen to read.

Gwen worked to quell the butterflies in her stomach as she contemplated what the next few minutes held. It would be interesting, at the very least. The driver opened the door and Lisa gracefully swung out and stood, followed by Charlotte. They both walked ahead a short distance and were quickly joined by Jason and Billy, who seemed to materialize from nowhere. The two couples waited for Gwen to emerge. The crowd cheered and whistled when Gwen appeared from inside the limo. She smiled and waved as dozens of cameras flashed around her. She followed Lisa, Jason, Charlotte, and Billy as they began walking toward the theater entrance.

A short distance in front of her, Gwen saw Steve and Naydia answering questions posed by Amber Stahl. Cameras seemed to be were everywhere. People called to Gwen. A couple of reporters tried to get her to stop for a quick interview. Gwen held her head high and ignored pleas from the press as she rapidly approached Steve.

He was dressed in his uniform and looked even more handsome than she remembered. Nadiya was radiant in a blue dress that exposed a great deal of her ample cleavage. They looked like such a happy couple, at least until they saw Gwen approach. 

Paula, Ted, and the rest of the Anderson family and friends had already entered the building and were watching Gwen's grand entrance on a large TV screen in a private room.

"Mom! It looks like Gwen's headed right for Steve and Nadiya! Do you think she's going to make a scene? I knew we should have called her and explained that Steve wasn't all mad at her. Why wouldn't he let us call her, anyway?" worried Kate as she watched events unfold outside on the red carpet.

Paula gripped Ted's arm as she watched her middle daughter approach Steve and his very attractive companion. She had been present, along with the rest of the group, earlier at the hotel when Steve, for the first time since she had met him, revealed his annoyance almost to the point of anger at Gwen's family and friends. It had taken her and Ted, as well as everyone else, completely by surprise.

"Wow!" Jordan had exclaimed seconds after Steve marched from the room leaving everyone with open mouths and stunned expressions. "Steve sure didn't leave any room for doubt about how he felt! I wonder if Gwen has any idea just what she has with that guy. That was amazing."

"That pretty well shot down any hopes you hussies had about Steve, didn't it?" remarked Kate as she spoke to the other girls in the room. "It looks like my sister's still on the top of his very short list of girl friend material, and I'm sure that I'm number two."

"I didn't hear anything about you being number two," revealed Becky. "But there's no doubt that Gwen's number one. That was so romantic, and a little scary. I never saw Steve upset before."

"He never heard anyone speak poorly of Gwen before," observed Paula as she worked to regain her composure. "He really let us have it, didn't he?"

Now Gwen was on the red carpet and headed directly toward Steve! Paula recognized the set of Gwen's chin and the determined look on her face. She was not in a conciliatory mood by any stretch of the imagination. Steve had refused to let anyone call Gwen and explain that he wasn't upset with her, and that the kiss with Nadiya was a publicity thing.

"This doesn't look good," worried Paula as Steve finally noticed Gwen and gave her a big smile. Gwen stepped up close and looked long and hard at Steve before turning her attention to stare at Nadiya.

Charlotte and Lisa quickly entered the private room and hurried over to watch the big screen. "This is going to be so cool!" exclaimed Lisa as she turned her attention to the confrontation just outside the theater.

"Gwen, can I ask a few questions?" began Amber as she took in the tension and did her best to distract Gwen. "How does it feel..."

Amber stopped in mid sentence as Gwen's hand flashed upward and struck Steve on the cheek with a loud crack! Paula felt her heart stop as she watched her daughter vent her anger in front of hundreds of people, not to mention the many fans that would view it on TV and YouTube. She just knew that Steve should have spoken with Gwen before it came to this!

Gwen barely had time to withdraw her hand before Steve grabbed her wrist and twisted it behind her back. When Gwen attempted to bring her other hand around, Steve latched onto that just as quickly and pinned it behind her, forcing Gwen's breasts against his chest. She was completely helpless and totally under his control.

"God, I love you!" whispered Steve as he bent and kissed Gwen on the lips while firmly holding both of her hands behind her back.

"Oh!" gasped Paula as she watched the scene unfold. "Was this all planned? What do you know about it, Lisa?"

"I knew that Steve asked me to show Gwen a text where he wanted her to slap him when they first met. He told her to trust him and it would all work out," replied Lisa as a beaming Nadiya glided into the room.

"Is he still kissing her? She is so lucky to have such a man!" marveled Nadiya as she watched the monitor.

Amber Stahl had been with Gwen and Steve since it all started back in Sparta. She had struggled to find a gentle way to report that the couple appeared to be breaking up. She had felt the tension when Gwen approached Steve as he stood with the beautiful girl from the Ukraine. She was as stunned as everyone else when Gwen slapped Steve's face. His reaction was certainly not what she expected. Being a good reporter, she knew she had a story her viewers would want to see.

By the time Steve slowly raised his lips from Gwen's, Amber knew for certain that her friends' romance was far from broken. Steve slowly pulled back from Gwen as the crowd roared its approval.

"Is it safe to assume that you two are back together?" asked Amber with a huge smile.

"I haven't decided yet," replied Steve with a serious face. "Ask me once the weekend is over. I should know by then."

"You should know by then?" repeated Gwen with passion. "Free my hands right now and I'll make up your mind for you!"

"I think I'll keep you just like this. You can't get into any trouble this way," laughed Steve as he pulled Gwen tighter to his chest.

"Officers in the US Navy hold girls against their will? Just because you're big and strong and I'm just a little girl, am I supposed to be at your mercy? Do you expect me to apologize and beg you to let me go?"

"That's exactly how it works!" agreed Steve as he once again kissed Gwen's lips. For her part, Gwen closed her eyes and moaned audibly as she returned Steve's ardor.

"Well folks, you'll have to decide if this couple is back together, if Steve's taking advantage of Gwen, or if it's the other way around. Do you have anything to add, either of you?"

"I certainly won't apologize as long as he's holding me like this," promised Gwen. "If an apology's what it takes to be set free from this big, forceful Midshipman, then he'll just have to hold me all weekend. Personally, I don't think he can last that long!"

"On that note, we'll say goodnight from New York City!" quipped Amber as she faced the camera. "Thanks for watching!"

Steve turned Gwen lose as soon as Amber indicated she had stopped videoing their actions. He placed his arm around Gwen's waist and led her inside. Gwen's family and friends rushed to her as she entered the private room. 

"Sis! That was so cool! You really know how to be a star," praised Kate as she hugged her sister. "You're the best sister ever."

"You aren't angry with me for that stupid Jack Timberline fiasco last night?" asked Gwen as she looked around at her mother, Lisa, Jordan, Charlotte and her other friends. "Why's everyone being so nice to me? I thought you were all pissed at my antics with that jackass."

"Steve had a little 'come to Jesus' talk with us earlier this afternoon," replied Jordan as she hugged Gwen. "We were wrong to treat you like we did. I hope you can forgive me for being so judgmental. You're a sister to me."

"Steve simply reminded all of us about the amazing things you've done for so many people over the last year," added Paula in response to Gwen's confusion. "We were all getting a little down on you for last night and Steve expressed his displeasure about our less than understanding positions on the matter. I, for one, will never make the mistake of complaining about you in front of Steve again."

"That pretty well goes for all of us," agreed Lisa. "You're a wonderful person, a great sister, singer, actress, and girlfriend, or so Steve claims. You've done so much to earn our respect and love, and we'd pretty much forgotten it."

"So it was you that straightened out this angry mob? I still owe you an apology, Steve. I was absolutely wrong. I embarrassed myself and you. It'll never happen again."

"Why didn't you just call me and let me know what really happened?" asked Steve as he held Gwen. "If you had explained it to me, we could've moved past it without everyone being so upset."

"I was afraid that you'd refuse to talk to me, or worse, dump me over the phone. I thought I'd see you in person and beg you to forgive me. That was my whole plan. If you weren't angry, why didn't you call me? Even if you were upset, you could've called. I was sick with guilt," answered Gwen softly.

"I woke up this morning around three AM California time. I checked my email and had lots of stuff about the game. Then I read a couple messages about you and Jack Timberline, so I surfed the web and found pictures of the two of you pretty quickly. I was afraid that you might be dumping me, at least until I spoke with Naomi on the flight up from Washington. She told me about how she had called you last night and how badly you felt. By the time we landed in New York, your flight was in the air, so I couldn't call you. Then Naomi, Nadiya and I cooked up a scheme to lessen the sting of your smooch with that damn Timberline. I thought you'd be more believable if you still believed that Nadiya and I had something going."

"Let me guess. Kissing Nadiya in Times Square with hundreds of photographers watching was somehow part of your master plan," stated Gwen with little conviction. "It's not like you to think revenge was the way to solve a problem? Were you trying to get even?"

"Gwen, you'd better listen before you make accusations," warned Nadiya. "Naomi was the one that came up with the idea. We just refined it. You had already kissed Timberline. The photos were all over the internet. People were bound to think he was your new boyfriend. Or worse yet, they'd think that he was your new lover, regardless of how innocent it may have been."

"I just suggested that we needed to find a way to make it look like it was a planned publicity stunt, rather than a fall from grace by the biggest star in the country" chipped in Naomi. "It became a bit convoluted. I suggested that the only way we could convince the public that it was a planned publicity stunt was for Steve to misbehave, too. I joked that he'd probably have to kiss some attractive black girl to get even."

"We realized that Naomi had a pretty good idea, even if it was said in jest," continued Steve. "I didn't feel it would work very well for us at the Academy if I was photographed kissing Naomi. We study a lot together and people are already asking if we have something going on. It would have complicated things for us."

"I volunteered!" admitted a grinning Nadiya. "I am your very good friend and was willing to suffer the embarrassment of being dumped by my big, strong American boyfriend after just one or two kisses so he could get back together with his true love."

"That's why Steve asked you to slap his face when you first met him tonight. There's been a lot of press the last couple days about the big scene in your movie where you slapped this guy silly, and how he took his horrible revenge on you," smirked Naomi.  

"Everyone's been looking forward to watching that scene tonight. I know that I am. When everyone sees the similarities between the slap you gave Steve tonight and the movie scene, they'll also wonder if you both kissing others was part of a promotion plan for the movie. Once that seed is planted, it'll grow pretty fast. Your dalliance with Timberline will be labeled a publicity stunt. You'll have your honor intact and so will Steve."

Gwen was shaking her head in wonder as she listened to her friends reveal their Machiavellian-like plot. "I don't know what to say! I guess I need to thank Nadiya for kissing Steve so well in public. I know how hard that it must have been."

"It was very hard! Does it get that way when he kisses you, too?" laughed Nadiya as she returned Gwen's embrace.

"Okay!" groaned Paula as she glanced at Kate and saw her grinning from ear to ear. "Let's get moving. We're wanted in the theater now. The movie will start in a few minutes. The stars are expected to be there, enjoying the devil out of the movie. Let's see if we can avoid any more surprises tonight and have a good time. We want this movie to do well."

"That was our first movie," recalled Gwen as she chatted with Steve's grandmother while patrons of Marsh's Landing listened to her every word. "It was five years ago, but it seems like yesterday. That movie wound up grossing over $300 million and putting over $200 million in Lady in Red Productions' coffers. There's still a few million in residuals trickling in from it every year, mostly from TV broadcasts and rentals. "

"Mom got pretty busy pretty fast. She did an amazing job getting the hospital started on the new building as quickly as possible. She invested in a hundred acres of land west of town, then had the recording studios and sets for movies and TV shows built. She's really managed the finances well."

"I did have a lot of guidance from some pretty savvy people, like William Patterson and Clyde Davis," added Paula quickly. "The economy of Sparta received a real shot in the arm, first with all the construction projects and then with the skilled labor needed for the hospital and the production facilities. That's just one of the many positive accomplishments of this amazing journey your grandson has taken us all on." 

"According to Steve, it never would've happened without Gwen, Jordan, and your family's support," countered Beatrice Patterson. "He feels that he is a very fortunate man to have stumbled upon a woman like Gwen, a friend like Jordan, and a family like the Andersons. To be quite honest, I agree with him completely."

"Yeah, he's a lucky guy," agreed Kate as she pointed to a picture and smiled."Look at this one. It's Steve and me at the party after the movie premiere in New York. That was a pretty good premiere, but I've been to better."

"I do have to ask about the little meeting Steve had with everyone before Gwen arrived. You have alluded to it being a defining moment, but I haven't heard any particulars and you have me curious," admitted Steve's grandmother.




Lady in Red Pt. 02 Ch. 02



Paula chose to answer this question. "We'd all been shocked when we saw the pictures of Gwen with Timberline. Each one of us felt that Steve had been betrayed, and by association, so had the rest of us. We were upset with Gwen's behavior and took every opportunity to point it out to Steve.

"We were all gathered in a private room to sort out the order we'd be walking up the red carpet. I admit that I made the final remark that broke the camel's back, so to speak. I wondered out loud just how we were going to treat Gwen when she made it to the premiere. Should we act like nothing happened, or should we show her our displeasure over her actions?

"I barely had the words leave my mouth when Steve stood up and looked at all of us with more than a little irritation before he started in quite sternly. I still remember his words as well as the depth of his emotions on the subject of Gwen!"

"Gwen's the reason we're all here! She saved my life at least twice. She's the brains and a lot of the talent behind any success we've had. She's busting her ass to become a doctor while doing as much work for our charities as she can. She's beautiful, really smart, extremely talented, and I love her.

"Understand this. I won't listen to another bad word about the most compassionate, caring, loving person I've ever met. If you can't treat her with the respect she's earned and deserves, I suggest that you stay away from me, because I won't tolerate it!"

"Oh, my! He didn't yell or threaten anyone? He just explained that he loved your daughter and he wouldn't listen to any negative remarks?" quizzed Mrs. Patterson.

"I guess you had to be there," responded Jordan. "He didn't yell, but he was so cold and measured that we could tell he was very upset. We'd been trying to show support for him by complaining about Gwen. We quickly realized what a bad idea that was! If we want to support Steve, we have to support Gwen. His happiness is tied to Gwen's. We can't separate them and pretend that anything bad that happens to Gwen, or is done by Gwen, doesn't affect him. It does... a lot!" 

"Okay, so Steve was a little pissed, but he got over it," broke in Kate. "You should see the pictures from the next movie and the premiere. We were all in it!" 

"You're getting ahead of yourself," cautioned Lisa. "Those pictures will come later. Here are some from the L.A. premiere the next night and our first big motorcycle ride the following day, which was Sunday." 

"The movie had a huge opening that Labor Day weekend," smiled Paula proudly. "We couldn't believe it when Clyde told us the numbers. Papers, television, and the internet were all talking about the movie, the incredible soundtrack, and especially the very hot love scenes Jordan and Gwen had with Steve.

"The fact that Jordan and Charlie appeared on the morning news show that Friday to perform the new song they wrote for the network's football broadcasts sure didn't hurt. Her 'Maxim' issue came out that day and was a huge success. They printed an extra ten thousand issues and it still sold out, like Gwen's did!" boasted Paula. "Jordan and Charlie had written the number one song in the country at the time in 'Midnight Lights', while Gwen sang it, plus a great opening song for football on CBC. They had the promotion part in high gear when the movie came out. I found out later that they considered asking Jordan to kiss Steve, rather than Nadiya, but Steve felt that Charlie and Jordan had already done enough, and he didn't want to 'disrespect' Charlie."

"By the time we made it back to the hotel that Friday night, I was exhausted," recalled Gwen. "I'd slept very little the night before because I was so worried about how Steve would react to my stupid stunt. I will tell you that by the next morning Steve had totally convinced me that he wasn't angry at me. The flight back to California was much more enjoyable than the one coming east. I snuggled with Steve the whole way.

"Clyde wanted us to think outside the box for the L.A. premiere. Jordan came up with the idea of arriving on motorcycles. We'd been planning on touring up the Pacific Coast Highway the next day on motorcycles, so we simply rode them to the premiere," recalled Gwen. "Instead of gowns, we ladies wore leather pants and leather halter tops. The guys had leather jackets, tight jeans and tight shirts. The crowd loved it!"

"That was an amazing weekend," sighed Lisa as she thought back to that first premiere in L.A. "Jason had been driving motorcycles for years, so he fit right in. By the time we landed in L.A. from New York, the press had pretty much decided that Steve and Gwen had never broken up, and the kissing was all done for the publicity. That really relieved the stress factor that we had been feeling. We all learned a valuable lesson about the depth of Steve's feelings for Gwen and what he required from us when we spoke to her, or about her."

"And I learned that I had a lot of maturing to do if I was going to live up to Steve's expectations," admitted Gwen. "I'd dodged a bullet with that Timberline incident and I promised myself that I'd never be in an embarrassing, degrading position like that again. Steve deserved much better, and I was going to see that he got it!"

"Our arrival on motorcycles turned out quite well," continued Jordan. "By that time, the movie had been released for just a day and it was becoming a huge hit. Our love scenes were a hot topic, but we also had a pretty solid all around movie with some great songs and performances. I'm still very proud of it, five years later."

"Yeah, the public loved our young, hip approach to the premiere thing and especially the way we were dressed. I don't know how Jordan kept her girls in that little leather top she had on, but she looked great, as you can see in this picture. She was all over the papers and internet the next day. Plus her issue of 'Maxim' had come out that weekend and it was a huge success. We knew she was beautiful and talented, but we didn't realize that she was just beginning to hit her stride. She's had some amazing accomplishments since that movie. I'm so proud to have her as a friend, and sister," stated Gwen as she beamed at Jordan.

"It was a great time, but our trip up the coast over the next two days is what stands out in my memory," recalled Charlotte during a lull in the conversation. "Steve and Gwen, Charlie and Jordan, Lisa and Jason, and Billy and I climbed on four Harleys early Sunday morning and headed north. The scenery was amazing once we got out of L.A.

"A couple of TV stations found out we were riding back to Stanford and reported our progress. It was picked up on the internet and social media. After we were on the road for a couple hours, we started finding people standing along the streets, waving to us and taking pictures. Then other bikers began joining up with us. This picture of us going through Half Moon Bay is my favorite. You can see bikers lined up for a mile or so."

"That was some trip," agreed Kate. "Dad rented an SUV and we followed my sisters and their friends to Stanford. Becky, Ashley, Stephanie and I got to ride on the bikes for a few hours. We just traded with Gwen, Jordan, Charlotte, and Lisa. I guess all of us girls got hooked on big bikes and the men that ride them on that trip."

"We camped at Big Sur the first night and it was beautiful," reminisced Lisa. "Our camp site was under some huge evergreen trees. We rented tents and air mattresses and slept under the stars. Remember that night, Gwen?"

Gwen gave her sister a big smile as she thought back about that night and how much she enjoyed the weekend.

"I think we need to pitch Gwen's tent way out in the woods," suggested Kate as the group started setting up camp. "Remember Russia and how loud she was there? What about Charlotte? She sounds like some kind of big cat when she gets cranked up. Mountain lions will probably be pouring down from the hills. Lisa is only a little better. Jordan's pretty quiet, which may not be a compliment for Charlie, at least if volume is proportional to pleasure. Even Mom and Dad get noisy at times. Stephanie and I are sharing a tent, as are Ashley and Becky. Everyone needs to remember how we don't have any hunky guys with us, so show some mercy and keep the appreciation as muted as possible."

"I don't care what you say," laughed Gwen. "I haven't seen this guy for weeks and I'm going to enjoy every minute I can with him and that may include some caterwauling, as Mom calls it. Maybe you need to pitch your tent out in the woods if we all bother you so much."

"I'm not going out in those woods!" declared Kate immediately. "Stephanie and I could get eaten by a bear, while you're getting eaten by..."

"Kate!" cautioned Paula. "Don't say it. You shouldn't even be thinking it. We're adults here and will behave as such. Won't we, Gwen?"

"I sure plan on enjoying adult activities," agreed Gwen with a big smile. "I just hope Dad doesn't wind you up like he did in Russia. That would be embarrassing."

"I've been staying out of this conversation. It doesn't seem like my own daughter would be making accusations about her dad like that. Steve, Charlie, Billy, and Jason haven't said a word during this little debate. Do you know why that is?"

"Because they know they're going to be very lucky tonight and don't want to say anything stupid to ruin it?" asked Charlotte with a smirk.

"Well, yes, it could be that," admitted Ted with a broad grin. "It could also be that they are gentlemen. They'd never want to damage a lady's honor. Maybe we should have the men sleep in the tents on this side of the clearing and the ladies on that side. That would solve all of these problems."

"I'm afraid you'd be creating much bigger problems if you tried to keep these young people apart," warned Paula. "Besides, I think this is all very romantic. We had that beautiful trip up the coast, and now the moon is almost full and shining down on us. It makes me feel young again."

"Oh, no!" blurted Kate. "There goes any hope I had for getting any sleep tonight. If Mom's feeling romantic, what are Lisa, Charlotte, Jordan, and Gwen feeling? I need to find a boyfriend!"

The group sat around talking about the experiences of the day, as well as the success the movie was enjoying. Finally, Lisa stood up and tugged on Jason's hand. "Boy! Am I tired from that ride! We're going to bed now, everyone. Goodnight." 

"I bet you'll be even more tired after your next ride," whispered Kate as she hugged Lisa goodnight. "He's a great guy, and you're a great sister."

Less than ten minutes later, everyone had crawled into their tents and all lights were extinguished. The loudest sounds of the night came from Kate and Stephanie's tent. They'd break into laughter every time they heard the telltale sounds of passion from any of a number of nearby tents. 

The group was up early the next morning and quickly prepared for the second leg of the trip. "I have to compliment everyone for being so thoughtful," announced Ashley. "Except for a few minor exceptions, Kate and Stephanie were the only people I actually heard last night."

"You must be a heavy sleeper," observed Kate wryly as the group made their way to the parking lot to continue their journey.

Steve's phone rang just before he started his bike. He had a short conversation and then turned to the group with a crooked grin. "That was my coach. He wanted to know why I wasn't at practice. I reminded him that he gave me permission to take the day off and report on Tuesday. He said he made that agreement when I was the third string quarterback and I'd better be at practice tomorrow afternoon or I'd be sitting the bench for the first series Saturday." 

"I knew you'd be starting after the way you demolished Ohio State!" exclaimed Kate. "That was the best game ever. I told everyone at school that you'd be starting before long, but they already knew it."

Everyone took turns riding on the bikes with the guys until they approached Palo Alto. Gwen and Charlotte insisted on being on the passenger pillion with their boyfriends when the guys rumbled onto the campus. Once again, they had gathered a fair number of bikers riding behind them. Gwen and Charlotte acted as guides as they cruised the campus, pointing out places of interest.

A large portion of the student population watched and waved as they passed by. Gwen and Charlotte were beaming as they clung to their respective boyfriends and waved back. When they pulled up in front of their dorm, the four girls waved to the riders that had followed them as they continued on their various journeys.

Gwen had just stepped off the bike when the girls from her floor descended on her and Charlotte. "Hey, Gwen! It looks like you worked things out with Steve! We went to the movie Friday night, and again last night. It was the most romantic, sexiest movie I've ever seen!" gushed Dakota as she and the other girls gathered around the group.

"It was so hot when Steve ripped off your thong, picked you up after you slapped him and then made love to you standing up. There were moans all over the theater when he put his head under your skirt!" added the girl named Cindy as she openly stared at Steve.

"Thanks, everyone for the greeting. It's great that you all missed me so much," chuckled Gwen. "Let me introduce you. This is my sister, Lisa and her boyfriend, Jason. Next to Charlotte is her boyfriend, Billy. This other blonde is Jordan Quick and her boyfriend, Charlie. He writes songs with her and has the band that backs her, and us, when we perform. 

"These are the girls from our floor in the dorm and they are fast becoming great friends to Charlotte and me. Now that the introductions are done, we should go in and get a drink."

"What?" yelled several girls in unison. "You forgot someone, Gwen! Aren't you going to introduce us to your boyfriend?" asked Dakota as she nodded toward Steve.

"I'm still debating the wisdom of that," replied Gwen with a straight face. "You girls all promise you won't get all mushy? Promise you won't try to steal him away from me? Promise you won't flirt shamelessly with him?"

"Hell, no!" replied Cindy as she stepped up to Steve and hugged him. "I'm Cindy. I'm a best friend to Gwen and a big fan of yours. Can we go to bed now? I hope that wasn't too subtle."

Steve grinned at the forward girl before telling her, "No offense, but we were going to clean up, check out Gwen and Charlotte's room and have a nice dinner. Servicing beautiful girls wasn't on the list Gwen gave me, so I'll respectfully decline, at least for now."

"So there's a chance?" laughed Cindy as she stepped aside to allow the other girls the opportunity to meet Steve. Gradually, the entire gathering drifted inside to the lobby, where chatter remained constant among the excited girls.

"I don't know if you freshmen realize it, but our dorm has always been looked down upon by the sororities on campus. As you know, this is Wooster Dorm, but the joke has always been that it's 'Woofer's' Dorm. We were considered the dregs of campus society, a bunch of nerds and lesbians. Now we have Gwen Anderson, Jordan Quick, and Steve Hammer sitting in our lobby and all the girls from the sororities are wondering what in hell happened!" laughed an RA. "Thanks for stopping in, Jordan, Steve, and the rest of you. I'll be posting pictures of this on Facebook and YouTube."

About that time, Paula, Ted, Ashley, Becky, Kate and Stephanie made their way into the lobby. "We had to park a mile away," complained Kate. "For some reason, this dorm has the only packed parking lot on campus."

Gwen introduced the late comers to everyone and then asked the group to excuse her for a few minutes. "Steve has to catch a flight back to Washington in a few hours and needs to clean up before we have dinner. We're going up to my room to spruce up and we'll be right back."

Half an hour later, Gwen was talking quietly to Steve as she opened the door to exit her room. "I just had to make love with you one more time before you left. I love you so much. Let's get back downstairs before they wonder what we're doing." 

Steve had stopped before stepping into the hallway and Gwen was perplexed. She was about to urge him forward when she heard a titter behind her. Turning, she saw all of the girls from her floor staring at her from both sides of the hallway.

"What? Why is everyone up here? I told you we'd be right back. Why are you all looking so funny? Did something happen?" asked a worried Gwen as she looked from face to face.

Cindy smiled as she held up her cell phone and hit a key. Suddenly a shrill scream pierced the quiet of the hallway. It was quickly followed by another, slightly shriller sound. This went on for about fifteen seconds before Cindy shut it off.

Realization slowly washed over Gwen's face, followed by a deep red blush. "That was just, it was a, a song I'm working on," blustered Gwen as she looked down at the floor.

"You're such a liar! And the luckiest girl in the world!" declared Dakota as she came forward and embraced Gwen. "That was awe inspiring. You've succeeded in making us all very jealous, and very hot. This is how legends get started."

"Or how rumors get started," countered Gwen as she worked to regain her poise. "It was a new song we're working on, right Steve?"

"Yeah, we've been working on that song for some time now, trying to get it just right," grinned Steve as he watched Gwen squirm.

"If you didn't get it right just now, you never will," replied Cindy. "That was amazing to hear. I just hope I can find a guy that makes me sing like that. Now that I think about it, I did meet the guy, but you've got him all wrapped up."

"Enough of the small talk," stated Dakota as she stepped up to Steve. "Would you pose for a picture with me so I can post it on Facebook? My boyfriend dumped me a couple of weeks ago and I want him to see that I'm doing just fine."

"That's up to Gwen. When I'm with her and her friends, I rely on her judgment for things like that," replied Steve as Dakota shifted her gaze to Gwen.

"Sure! I don't mind sharing the guy for pictures. Give me your phone and I'll even take them for you," responded Gwen, thankful that the discussion about her noisy lovemaking had ended.

As soon as Gwen snapped a couple of pictures of Dakota with Steve, Cindy quickly took her place and handed Gwen her phone. Once again, Gwen took a few photos. The next request caught Gwen by surprise.

Audrey Li, a pretty Asian girl asked, "Could Steve take his shirt off for my picture? I would love to be able to show it to my family and friends."

"Oh! I guess that would be okay," responded a slightly flustered Gwen. "I don't see any reason why not. Steve, would you peel your shirt off for a picture with Audrey?"

Steve raised his eyebrows at Gwen as if questioning her. Gwen responded with a nod, so Steve reached down and pulled his shirt over his head. Oohs and aahs echoed around the hallway.

"He looked hot in the movie, but he's incredible in person!" observed Dakota. "I've never seen a guy that looked this good."

"He actually dropped a few pounds working out with the football team," beamed Gwen with pride as her floor-mates marveled at her boyfriend's physique. "He's a bit leaner than he was, but it's all muscle, as you guys can see."

"In for a penny, in for a pound," blurted the usually shy Audrey as she pulled her own shirt over her head to reveal a surprisingly big pair of breasts and no bra. "Get a picture of me hugging Steve with my boobs against his chest."

"Holy shit!" exclaimed Cindy. "I never saw that coming, or them coming, or whatever. What a picture that'll make."

"I don't know if this is a good idea," worried Gwen as she held up Audrey's phone and focused on her and Steve.

"Gwen, think about this," urged Steve. "What would be the outcome if this picture's seen by the public? Would this be a problem for me, for this girl, or for you?"




Lady in Red Pt. 02 Ch. 02



"Worst case scenario? People think you're a stud, Audrey's sleeping with you, that I've been cheated on, and that you've added Asians to the already impressive list that includes, whites, blacks, Europeans, older women, blondes, brunettes and red heads.

"You're the Navy's poster boy, so how would this affect recruiting when people that are thinking about joining the Navy see this?" asked Gwen.

"I can't see how it would hurt," laughed Steve as he stood with Audrey's bosom buried against his abdomen. "I don't think many men or women would mind being in the position we're in right now."

"The longer you two debate this, the closer Audrey's getting to an orgasm," observed Cindy. "Look at her eyes. Her pupils are starting to roll back into her skull. You'd better decide pretty soon!"

"Okay, smile!" coaxed Gwen as she took several pictures. "Audrey, you can let go now. Audrey? Can you hear me?"

"She can hear you, but this is her chance and she's making the most of it," laughed Dakota as she moved in and started tugging Audrey's shirt down over her head. "As soon as we get her covered up, I going to take my shirt off and get a picture or two."

"Girls, I think we're about done with the pictures," stated Steve firmly. "We're going to dinner with family, and then I have to catch a flight back to Washington. You can set something for next time I visit, as long as Gwen's good with it. I won't have any part of anything that doesn't have Gwen's approval. She's my girl."

Ted, Paula, and the family were patiently waiting as Steve and Gwen made their way back to the lobby. The rest of the girls from the floor were following them. They were all giggling as Cindy made a surprisingly accurate impersonation of the sounds coming from Gwen's room.

"Oh, no. Is that what took so long?" asked Kate. "We all know that sound. You really have it down pretty good. Can you do that hiccup thing at the end?"

"No! I can't figure out how she does that, but I'll work on it," replied Cindy with a big smile. "Maybe she'll loan me her boyfriend so I can learn it?"

"Not much chance of that," laughed Kate. "The waiting list is a mile long. It hasn't made it past Gwen yet and it doesn't look like it will in my lifetime." 

"Let's go to dinner everyone. Steve has a flight back to Washington to catch this evening," urged a red-faced Gwen as she led Steve toward the door while Jordan and Kate began their own attempts at reproducing Gwen's cries of passion.

After a leisurely dinner, Ted and Paula gave Steve and Gwen a ride to the San Jose airport. Ted shook Steve's hand as he exited the car and Paula gave him a long hug and a quick kiss. Gwen walked with him to the security check area. People were pointing at them in recognition by the time they reached it. Oblivious to onlookers, Steve took Gwen in his arms and gave her a long, smoldering kiss. "I love you, Gwen. You can be sure that the next time I see pictures of you kissing some random guy, I'll be calling you and asking for an explanation."

"And I love you. Be certain that I'll be calling you if I see you smooching some gorgeous woman. I learned a lot this weekend. I'll never do anything to risk losing you. I realize how easy it is to screw up a good thing, and you're the best thing that's ever happened to me. Have a good flight and win the rest of your games!" 

As Gwen parted from Steve a small crowd of onlookers clapped and cheered. She smiled and waved. Then she turned and walked out to rejoin her parents.

"At least that trip ended well" observed Beatrice Patterson as the Gwen finished her tale. "I was very impressed with the success of the movie. William and I went to see it that weekend. I must say that you and Jordan certainly looked beautiful in those love scenes. I could tell you both loved Steve very much. It came through quite clearly in the movie."

"Ladies! I think you should return to your table," advised Billy's father as he hurried up to the group. "There's hell to pay in San Marcos, Colombia. You need to see what's going on."

"There's where Jason's stationed!" cried Lisa as the group quickly returned to their table as the televisions in the dining room lit up. "He's supposed to be coming home by Memorial Day. The state department has a delegation there and Jason only has a dozen soldiers with him. It was just a temporary assignment."

"Don't get upset," advised Paula. "I'm sure it can't be that bad. Let's see what they report on TV."

The group listened carefully as the cable news reporter excitedly explained the situation. "The American delegation came here to discuss ways to curtail the drug trade to the U.S. They've been here for two weeks and were scheduled to return home the middle of next week. Right now, the forces of the local drug cartel are storming their compound. This is an obvious attempt by the cartel to hurt relations between the United States and Colombia. If these Americans are taken hostage, or worse, there may well be severe repercussions in Washington.

"We are being told by our sources that there are over two hundred armed men attacking the compound, which is being defended by a handful of U.S. Army Rangers. We can easily hear the gunfire from our vantage point. It's mostly small arms with an occasional louder concussion."

"Oh, no!" exclaimed Lisa. "Jason's in trouble. Will the U.S. send in the Army or something? They can't let our soldiers and representatives get killed or captured, can they? Our baby needs her father!"

The other patrons in the restaurant were deathly silent as they listened to the anguish in the voice of Lisa Anderson Hunter. She had married Jason Hunter the previous year and was now carrying their first child. Many of those present had seen him enjoy dinner with the Anderson family at this very same restaurant. Now he was in a dangerous situation in a far away land!

"The wall of the compound has been breached by some sort of explosive device. The cartel mercenaries are now concentrating on that area. The gunfire is extremely heavy. There's no telling how much longer the badly outnumbered American forces can hold off the attack."

On the screen, several trucks transported what looked like a ragtag militia to a point near the gaping hole in the wall of the compound. It was readily apparent to those watching on TV that the situation was very bleak, and rapidly getting worse.

"Lisa, you know Jason's one of the bravest, toughest guys on the planet. He'll be okay," promised Gwen with more conviction than she felt as she watched her sister suffer; and felt her pain. "We have to be strong for our men serving in the armed forces. That's just about the only way we can help when they're in battle." 

Suddenly the reporter's voice was muffled by a very loud sound. Looking skyward, the man pointed as the camera swung around to catch three helicopters passing overhead. The camera zoomed in to reveal 'US NAVY' stenciled on the side of one of the choppers. 

The helicopters circled the compound as the cartel's men began firing at them. The first helicopter suddenly moved over the small enclosure and men in military camouflage appeared at the door briefly before rappelling downward and out of sight. They were followed closely by a dozen more men. The helicopter sped away as the second chopper hovered just past some trees beyond the cartel gunmen. Soon troops were tossing lines from it and dropping to the ground.

These new arrivals rapidly spread out and directed a withering fire at the exposed flanks of the cartel's fighters. The patrons in the restaurant were spellbound as they watched an actual battle rage in real time! In less than a minute, the cartel forces that were still able began fleeing the area where the hole had been punched through the wall. 

"Those guys are SEALs!" exclaimed Charlotte as the shooting diminished. "We sent SEALs in to get everyone out safely!"

The SEALs outside the compound took up a defensive position not far from the wall as one of the group trotted down the hill toward the torn section. He easily scampered over the debris and disappeared inside. A few more shots rang out before a period of silence followed.

Suddenly the helicopters were back in sight. One dropped behind the walls of the compound. It was there just over a minute before it rose straight up and headed away. A second chopper dropped behind the walls for an even shorter period of time. As it rose above the walls, the third helicopter landed on the hillside where the SEALs had maintained a cover fire for their comrades. The men quickly boarded the chopper before it rapidly gained altitude and joined the other two as they sped from sight.

"Do you think they got Jason out?" asked a stunned Lisa as the newsman on the scene began filling in the viewers on what had just transpired. "They must have loaded everyone or they wouldn't have left, would they? What do you think, Gwen?"

Everyone turned to face Gwen and to hear her response to her sister's question, only to find Gwen clutching herself with her arms tightly gripping her shoulders as tears made their way down her cheeks. 

"That was Steve! I know it was! He was the one that ran down the hill and through the wall. Jason's on one of those choppers. I'll bet everything I have, or ever will have, that Steve made certain that Jason's on his way home."

"I think they were SEALs, but probably not Steve," replied Paula in a calming voice. "You know how he complains that the Navy won't send him on any missions. He's their recruiting spokesman. They wouldn't send him on a mission like this."

"Mom, I know Steve when I see him. He was there! I know that the Navy told him that he wouldn't be used in any dangerous missions, but he was there, and it sure as hell was dangerous! We need to see what we can find out. Lisa, call Brad. He'll know if Jason's okay. I'll call Naomi and see what she can tell me about Steve."

The other patrons watched in wonder as the two Anderson sisters began their quest for information. It now appeared that Sparta had two of its own involved in the bloody battle in a faraway place, and they had watched it all on TV! 

"Sis, I bet Steve was there because he knew Jason was in trouble!" surmised Kate. "You know how tight those two guys are. I don't think the President could have stopped Steve from going on that mission once he knew Jason needed help."

"You may have something there," conceded Jordan. "Steve's devoted to his friends and family. We all know that. It did look like Steve when he went through that hole in the wall, but Gwen would know for sure. If she says it was Steve, then I'd bet my bottom dollar it was."

Billy's father brought a pitcher of water and a large serving of bread to the table. "If you ladies want anything to eat, please flag down a waitress. Unless you ask for them, they've been instructed to respect your privacy. We're all praying for your men to stay safe and come home soon."

Lisa had dialed her brother's number at Gwen's suggestion. "Brad! Did you see that attack on Jason's compound? Have you heard anything? Can you find out? I knew that you would've already made some calls. I'm so worried about Jason and Steve. Please let me know when you hear anything. Gwen swears it was Steve that ran through that hole in the wall, and I wouldn't bet against her being right. You know how Steve feels about you guys finding him in that snow storm, and how important Jason is to me. Yeah, I feel better, too. I just hope they're both okay.

Lisa laid her phone on the table and spoke to her family. "Brad said he's already made some calls. He has some friends in high places and he said they promised to get back to him with information on Jason. He didn't know Steve was on that mission, but it didn't surprise him. He said he felt better about Jason's chances with Steve there. Those guys really respect each other."

Gwen listened to Lisa's report before pulling her phone out. "Hello, Naomi? Gwen here. I was watching the news and I just saw the SEALs go into that compound that was under siege by those drug cartel thugs. I'm sure Steve was there. I saw him on TV. I know what the policy is, but Lisa's husband was one of the Rangers caught in that tight spot. Yeah, that's what I think. Jason saved Steve's bacon a few years ago. Steve feels that he owes him, plus Lisa's pregnant. He wants her little girl to have her father around for years to come. Thanks! I'll be waiting.

"Naomi knew about the raid, but had no idea Steve was involved. She was a little skeptical at first, but when I explained that Lisa's husband was one of the Rangers under attack, she began to rethink her position. She said that she'll call in a few favors, find out what she can, and get back to me," concluded Gwen.

"We saw the helicopters fly away from that fight. Rangers and SEALs do not leave men behind. We all know that. Certainly, Steve and Jason would not leave anyone behind, especially each other. That leads me to conclude that your hunks are at least half way back to some ship in the Caribbean Sea," reasoned Kate. "They'll be here for the Memorial Day concert you guys always have. I'm sure of it!

"Kate has a good point," agreed Paula. "Let's order a light lunch while we wait to hear more from Brad and Naomi. You girls have two very remarkable, capable men. Have patience and faith in them." 

Shortly after the group was served, Lisa's phone rang. The noise level in the dining room dropped to nothing as Lisa answered her phone. "Brad! What did you find out? No! How many times? Are the wounds serious? Where was he hit? Will he recover? Where and when will I be able to see him? Thanks so much!"

Lisa again placed her phone on the table and slowly gathered her wits. "Jason was hit three times! He lost a lot of blood, but he's been stabilized on a Navy ship. He'll be transported to a hospital in the States in a day or two. He was hit in the left leg, left arm, and low on the left side."

"How about Steve? Did Brad hear anything about how Steve is?" prodded Gwen as she patted her sister's back.

"He couldn't find out anything about Steve. He said his contacts only knew about the Rangers' injuries. Two are in critical condition. The rest of them have some injuries, but should recover. Brad said those SEALs made it there just in time. Another few minutes and they would have been too late." 

"Well, I'd say that we need to look on the bright side. We were worried about Jason and now we know he's been hurt, but will recover. We saw Steve moving around very well a short time ago. He's probably taking a shower and relaxing on that ship right now," suggested Paula. "Considering the situation an hour ago, things are looking up."

Chatter once again picked up in the dining room as diners discussed the events of the day. They had been privy to seeing firsthand, just how the Anderson family responded to a very stressful situation. Lisa's husband had been wounded, but he was out of harm's way and was expected to recover. Gwen's boyfriend was Steve Hammer. They had total confidence in his abilities. The mood in the room lightened up considerably.

Gwen had just finished her salad when her phone chimed. Anxiously, she answered it. "Hello, Naomi. Thanks for calling back. It was him? I knew it. Is he alright? I don't understand. What do you mean he was okay the last time they saw him? Still there? No! They'd never leave him behind! SEALs and Rangers just don't do that. He had to be on one of those helicopters.

"Oh, no! Two kids? Why alone? What's the Navy going to do? Why can't they go back in? Who cares about Colombia? That's some policy! I'll call President Hanson and insist he send in more SEALs or something. I don't care about congress or Colombia. Steve needs help! You're probably right. He wouldn't want me to make a big stink about this, but I'm worried to death. Call me if you hear anything new. Thanks. I owe you."

Now it was Gwen's turn to calm her nerves. The room was deathly silent. Everyone at Gwen's table, and throughout the dining area sat quietly, waiting for her explanation.

Looking at her family, Gwen began. "Steve stayed behind. One of the delegates actually had his wife and two kids there with him. When they realized the cartel was going to attack the compound, the parents sent the kids out with a trusted local employee. She was going to hide them. The parents feared that they'd be killed or tortured, if they were captured. The mother begged Steve to save her kids. He had the chopper drop him off a couple miles from the battle. He's trying to find the kids and get them safely out of that hellhole!

"The U.S. didn't have any sort of clearance or permission from Colombia to stage that rescue, and now Colombia's kicking up a stink. They insist that we do not place any combat troops of any kind, for any reason, on their soil. Congress is already questioning the President's actions since he never informed them beforehand of the mission to rescue the Americans. What it all boils down to is this; Steve and those two kids are on their own!"



Lady in Red Pt. 02 Ch. 03



"We can't leave without my two daughters!" cried a very distraught woman just as Steve gave the order for the helicopter to take off. Steve motioned for the pilot to continue before he turned to face the hysterical mother.

"We searched the compound. We have everyone. There's no one left. They must be on the other chopper," yelled Steve over the drone of the rotating blades.

"No! We sent them with Maria when we heard that the cartel was preparing to attack the compound. She promised to hide them until it was safe. I was afraid they'd be taken captive, tortured, raped, and murdered."

"Where were they being taken?" demanded Steve as he quickly considered the situation.

"Maria lives in the village about two miles south of the compound. She had a small house on the hill by a sharp turn in the road. I know who you are! You can't leave my daughters behind to be slaughtered by these bastards!" insisted the sobbing woman.

Steve quickly spoke to the pilot and returned to where the woman sat with eight other Americans from the conference, along with several injured Rangers that were being attended by his men.

"I'm going to be dropped off in the jungle half a mile or so from the village. I'll find your daughters and get them out safely," assured Steve.

"By yourself? You have lots of men. Take them with you! You've got to save my girls!" insisted the frightened woman.

"The U.S. can't have a force on the ground here in Colombia. I can't ask anyone else to do this. It falls on me. I'll promise you this. I won't return without your girls," guaranteed Steve as he readied his equipment so that he could rappel from the chopper as it hovered over an opening in the jungle. 

"Steve, be careful," croaked Jason as he watched his friend prepare to leave the helicopter. "Good luck!"

"You just take care of that wife of yours, and your baby," replied Steve just before he disappeared from sight.

Steve raced for the shelter of dense undergrowth as soon as he hit the ground. Once he was certain that his presence had gone undetected, he began working his way toward the village where the two girls were supposed to be hidden.

As he neared the small village, it became quite obvious that the cartel forces were in disarray and striking out blindly after suffering defeat at the hands of the SEALs. Trucks loaded with armed men raced up and down the road. They would frequently fire their weapons, usually into the air, but occasionally into structures near the highway. 

Several trucks were parked along the street in the village. The cartel thugs were looting small stores, and destroying what they could not use. Steve observed the situation with disgust before he turned his attention to the house near the sharp curve in the road. One of the cartel trucks was parked alongside the structure. That worried Steve.

Fearing he had no time for caution, Steve hurried across the narrow road and quickly concealed himself in the dense plant life. A very short time later, he was near the home on the curve and able to observe a small yard in the rear, where two girls were held captive. Two men held each girl while the apparent leader took his time squeezing and molesting the older girl.

From the protests the girls made, Steve easily identified them as Americans. They were older than he had expected, but he had little doubt that they were the sisters he sought. Lying near the home was a lifeless body of a middle aged woman.

He considered his options as the men continued to torment the girls. Gunfire, while pretty common, was likely to alert others that something was happening in the back of the home. Steve made his decision just as the leader ripped the older girl's shirt from her body and then quickly slashed her bra and tossed it aside.

The men were so intent on watching the topless teen squirm that they failed to notice Steve silently approach. It was the last mistake they ever made. Steve used his big knife to end the abuse of the girls. Less than thirty seconds later, the five men lay dead. 

"Girls, I'm an American! I'm here to help you. Will you trust me?" asked Steve as gently as possible.

"Who wouldn't trust Steve Hammer?" retorted the older girl as she wrapped her arms around Steve and sobbed quietly. "I knew you'd come! I even told Sam that they'd send in SEALs, and you'd be one of them."

"You know me? I guess I can understand that, but why'd you think I'd show up here to help you?" questioned a surprised Steve.

"Jason Hunter's one of your best friends. Everybody knows that Steve Hammer takes care of his friends. Is Jason with you?" asked the older sister.

"No, I'm alone. We've got to find a safer place right now," insisted Steve as he withdrew from the girl's embrace and quickly searched the bodies of the dead men. He came away with two handguns and a semiautomatic rifle. He slung the rifle over his back, next to the one he had already been carrying with him and tucked the handguns into his waistband.

Checking the area carefully to see if he had been noticed, and finding no indication that he had, Steve made a quick scan of the contents of the cartel truck that was parked next to the building. He couldn't help but smile when he found a satchel of hand grenades behind the seat. They appeared to be rather old, but he knew that they would be quite helpful if things got hot. He grabbed the bag and gently lifted it from the floor of the vehicle.

"Follow me, girls. We've got to get away from here before we're discovered," insisted Steve as he led the sisters into the dense undergrowth. They had only gone a couple hundred feet when the older girl suddenly stopped. Steve swung around to see what her problem was. 

"My tits are getting all scratched up. I need a shirt or something," complained the girl.

Steve glanced at the older sister's exposed breasts and saw several red scratch marks. She grinned at him and he blushed under her gaze. Steve lowered his weapons to the ground, removed his flak jacket, and then pulled his shirt over his head. He suppressed his own grin as the girl stared at his torso. 

"I'm sorry about that," apologized Steve. "I should have realized how uncomfortable you'd be. Here, put this on and we'll get on our way."

"Are you kidding? Look how big it is. As you obviously just noticed, my chest is nowhere near as big as yours. Give me a minute and I'll tie a couple knots in it. That should help keep it from falling off at least."

"I never heard your name," admitted Steve. "You called your sister Sam. What's your name?"

"No one told you our names? Why didn't Mom or Dad tell you our names? Did something happen to them?"

"They left on helicopters headed for Navy ships in the Caribbean. We were pretty rushed. Your mother told me that her two daughters were hiding in a home in this village. She told me where it was and I promised I'd bring you kids back safely," replied Steve as he considered his next step.

"Everyone's gone? We're the only ones left? I'd be kind of worried if you weren't Steve Hammer," confessed the girl. "My name's Roxanne and my sister is Samantha. Everyone just calls us Roxie and Sam. How are we going to get out of here? Are we meeting a helicopter some place? Are they sending in more SEALs, or Marines, or something?" 

"Not exactly," responded Steve as they resumed their trek. "The Colombians aren't going to be too happy with the U.S. for sending in troops and engaging the cartel forces without permission. We need to get someplace where we can be picked up, if they're even able to send in a chopper."

"That's bullshit!" insisted the older girl. "Our parents were here on government business and you're freaking Steve Hammer! They have to help us."

"Politics are always convoluted," replied Steve. "I promised your mom that I wouldn't go back without you. I always keep my promises, so you can sure that I'll take care of you girls and get you home safely."

"You promised Mom? I bet that made her happy. She thinks you're the best thing since sliced bread. She has all of your movies and she always watched your football games with Dad. Did she ask for your autograph?"

"We really didn't have time for any of that nonsense. Does Sam ever talk," asked Steve as he nodded toward the younger sister. "She hasn't said a word."

"She isn't a chatterbox, but you have to remember we were almost raped and killed. She's been diagnosed as slightly autistic. She doesn't like close contact very much. Remember that she saw you chop up those bastards without even working up a sweat, but she'll be okay as long as she hangs close to me. She likes you," added Roxie as she smiled at her sister.

"We'll travel a little longer, but once we get close to the road, we'll settle in and wait for dark. We'll be far less likely to have problems if we aren't seen by anyone."

An hour later Steve stopped in a small clearing. "We'll rest here for a few hours, then start out after it's full dark. We've got to try to get out of the cartel's area of influence as soon as possible. Right now you need to sleep if you can. We'll be covering a lot of ground tonight."

The two sisters quietly dropped down on the edge of the small clearing and stretched out in an attempt to get comfortable. Steve moved about fifteen feet away and settled down on the hard ground. Once he was comfortable that their position would not be discovered, he quickly fell asleep. A short time later a piercing scream woke him up.

He immediately sat up and looked for the girls. Sam was on her feet and sobbing while Roxie was beating something with a long stick. Steve hurried over to the girls to find a large snake hissing as Roxie wailed away at it. Steve pulled his knife as he stepped just behind the snake's head. Then he bent down and severed it with one stroke.

"Shit! That's a big snake!" managed Roxie as she dropped the stick and then hugged her frightened sister. "Sam and I both hate snakes."

"I'm not very fond of them myself," acknowledged Steve as he cleaned his knife blade by driving it into the ground and pulling it back out several times before wiping it on his pant leg. "We still need to rest, so lie back down and try to get some sleep." 

"You first," insisted Roxie as she and Sam waited for Steve to return to his previous resting spot and lie back down. As soon as he was settled, the two sisters immediately dropped down next to him. Without saying a word, the girls seemed to silently communicate as they snuggled up on either side of Steve.

While he was slightly uncomfortable having the girls that close, Steve realized that fear controlled their actions. He closed his eyes and soon fell back to sleep.

It was almost totally dark when he next woke. The two girls were still sleeping. He could hear their slow, rhythmic breathing as he watched their stomachs rise with each breath. Knowing that they needed their rest for the journey before them, Steve remained still, allowing the girls the opportunity to continue sleeping.

He turned his gaze to the stars as he considered his options. He had no doubt that it was dangerous to remain in the part of the country controlled by the cartel. The two girls were his responsibility and he was determined to get them safely back to their parents. 

As he mulled the situation over, he felt Roxie stir. She moved up along his body until her face was even with his and then she kissed his cheek. "Now I can tell my friends that I kissed Steve Hammer!"

"You know that I have a girlfriend, right?" questioned Steve. "You also need to know that you're underage and we're going to avoid anything resembling romance. I promised your mom that I'd keep you safe, and that includes from boys."

"Duh! Do you think anyone on the planet doesn't know that you and Gwen Anderson are lovers? Everyone also knows that you're safe for other girls to be with since you're 'a regular Boy Scout' according to Jordan Quick. I'm 16, so I'm not a kid, but I know you're totally committed to your girlfriend. I also know that I can flirt with you and not worry about you taking advantage. I saw the movie about Jordan Quick's life on TV.

"How many girls are able to say that they slept with Steve Hammer, or they kissed him, or he saw their tits? I just wish they were bigger. Mom's are pretty big, so mine will probably get bigger. Just wait a year or two." 

"We won't be having this conversation again," cautioned Steve. "I'm charged with your safety and that includes saving you from boys, or men. You don't need to be any bigger. You're brave, smart, and have a very nice figure. Boys must be chasing you like crazy already. You and I will be great friends, but only friends."

By this time, Sam began to stir. Once she opened her eyes and looked at Steve and then Roxie, Steve gently slid her away from his torso and stood. 

"We have to get started, girls. We need to get out of this area and find a ride home. Let's go," encouraged Steve as he started down an almost invisible path.

The Anderson family had gathered at Ted and Paula's home by early evening. Beatrice Patterson sat with Paula's mother at the kitchen table as the rest of the family hustled all around them.

"I know how worried everyone is, but your grandson is no ordinary young man," began Caroline. "He's got his work cut out for him, but he'll pull it off. I've got complete confidence in him."

"I appreciate your faith in Steve, but it's still very nerve wracking. Gwen is holding up quite well, but it's obvious that she feels the strain. Lisa is worried sick about Jason, even though she was told he'd pull through. Your granddaughters are enduring a great deal of emotional pain. I admire their strength," observed Beatrice.

"All of us need to get packed. I've told the pilots to plan on flying to DC tomorrow," announced Paula. "By all of us, I mean Gwen, Lisa, Kate, Jordan, Charlie, Ted, and me. Becky and Ashley will be going with us, too. Our rooms will be ready for us when we get to the hotel. Jason's expected to arrive at Walter Reed Friday afternoon. We should be settled into our hotel tomorrow and have a good night's sleep when we see him Friday, if he's able to receive visitors."

"I really appreciate that everyone's so concerned and supportive," proclaimed Lisa to her family. "I really love the guy and knowing my family loves him, too, helps a lot. Our baby's going to have the best family ever."

"That's for sure!" agreed Kate. "With Jason for a father, Dad for a grandfather, and Steve for an uncle, our little girl will have it made. Nobody will dare bother her." 

"We're the ones that should be thanking all of you," countered Ashley. "You've taken Becky and me in and made us feel like part of the family. You've put us in movies and a couple of TV shows. We're financially secure, and mentally healthy. It's because all of you cared about us and took the time to help us when we needed it most."

"Not so," declared Gwen. "It's because you're both very capable, attractive women. That's why you're enjoying success. The fact that Steve is so loyal to his friends helped a lot, too. Becky's been in every movie he's made and it isn't because she lost a hand and he feels sorry for her. He firmly believes that she's a very good actress, and so are you, Ashley. You seem to be able to switch from production company manager to actress in the blink of an eye."

Changing the subject, Gwen continued, "Tomorrow, I'm going to spend part of the day seeing what I can find out about Steve's situation. I'll be calling on our congresswoman and, if necessary, some senators, if they'll see me. After all Steve has done for them, you'd think they'd send some support into Colombia to help him, and those kids."

The following morning, the 'Red Lady' as the corporate jet was known, landed at Dulles. Gwen was in the offices of her congresswoman shortly before noon.

"I understand your feelings and agree completely that Steve Hammer deserves our very best. I wish we had more citizens like the two of you," responded Congresswoman Blake after listening to Gwen's concerns about Steve. "This has become an extremely delicate situation. I understand that Colombia has just discovered that we still have a SEAL on the ground in their country. It's only a matter of time before they find out that it's Steve Hammer.

"They're going to think that the U.S.A. sent him into Colombia expecting special treatment if he ran into trouble. Every person on the planet knows who Steve is. That's exactly why he wasn't supposed to be on any dangerous or delicate missions. I haven't yet heard why the president gave the order to allow him on this one. The Colombians will want to negotiate this issue. They'll ask for all kinds of trade incentives, grants, and funds to forget it happened. Once they find out it's Steve Hammer, they'll triple their demands. We can't show favoritism here. Every service man or woman is as valuable as every other one."

"I understand that, but what can Colombia do if we send in a few dozen SEALs or Rangers to help Steve? They don't dare attack the U.S."

"It's not what they can do militarily. It's world opinion. The U.S. can't just invade another country's sovereign land because it wants to. That is what's known as an act of war. We're claiming the high ground when we flew in and rescued our citizens that were invited to Colombia on government business, and their government failed to protect our citizens. We can't play the same card again."

"What if I go to the press? I have a lot of influence with a lot of media people. I could make the government look pretty bad," pointed out an obviously annoyed Gwen.

"Yes, you could. But I assume you want to help Steve any way you can. You know him better than anyone else. Would he want you to make the government look bad? Make his country look bad? Embarrass his superiors, including the president? Steve's a fine man, proud of his country, and his service to it. If you make this a controversial issue, it will diminish his sacrifice and service. Would he want that? Would you?"

Gwen considered the congresswoman's statement before responding. "No, Steve wouldn't want me to do that. His service to his country is one of his proudest accomplishments. If I destroyed that, I'd never forgive myself. But is there anything we can do?" asked a dejected Gwen.

"Believe me when I tell you that the president is very concerned about the situation. He will do everything he can, within reason, to help Steve. We just aren't sure what that will be. 

"The press will get wind of this before long. They'll be after you to make a statement. It is the president's wish that you be supportive of the government, the military, and of course, Steve. That's the best thing for him. Will you do that?" asked the legislator.

"I will," replied Gwen softly. "I'd never do anything to hurt Steve, or damage his reputation. I never dreamed something like this would ever happen. I'll handle my end of this, but let the president know that I expect him to do everything he possibly can to help Steve and those kids."

Paula, Lisa, and Jordan had been waiting while Gwen spoke with her congresswoman. They quickly determined that things had not gone very well when Gwen walked into the room. Gwen saw the questions on their faces and motioned for everyone to join her outside.

"Their hands are tied. She promised that the government will do whatever it can, but that may not be much. The big thing I learned in there is this; when the press finds out about this, we absolutely need to be of one mind. We're all extremely proud of Steve and believe in him, and his mission. We support the government's efforts one hundred per cent. We're confident that Steve and those two children will return to us safe and sound," stated Gwen firmly as the group climbed into their car. "Anything less will diminish Steve's efforts and service to his country. We have to be sure that Dad, Kate and the rest all respond the same way."




Lady in Red Pt. 02 Ch. 03



"That shouldn't be a problem. We're all extremely proud of your guy," praised Jordan. "He'll be back before long and have some more amazing stories, if we can coax them out of him."

That evening at dinner, Gwen explained to her traveling companions how they needed to be very upbeat and positive about Steve's service and his chances of safely returning home with the two sisters.

"That makes sense," reasoned Kate. "Steve would be very upset if we whined and cried about how he's being treated by his superiors. We owe it to him to show how proud and confident we are that he'll save those two girls. I know I feel that way!"

Friday afternoon, Lisa received a call informing her that Jason had been admitted to Walter Reed. He had been evaluated, and was allowed visitors for short periods. Everyone agreed that Gwen and Lisa would visit him that afternoon and if he was strong enough, the rest would see him Saturday morning.

"Hey!" managed Jason when he saw Lisa and Gwen enter his room. That was all he was able to utter before Lisa reached his side and kissed him with great passion.

"I was so worried! How do you feel?" asked Lisa as soon as her lips left Jason's. "We saw some of it on TV. It was horrible!"

"Yeah. It wasn't all that cool in real life," quipped Jason with a weak grin. "I'll be fine. Doc thinks I'll probably be out in less than a week. How's our baby doing?"

"She's doing a lot better now, Sweetheart. She was worried about her dad, but now that she knows you're back in the U.S. and under expert care, she's happy as a clam."

Jason reached out with his good arm and placed his hand gently on Lisa's slightly swollen stomach. "Don't worry about your father, Little Darlin'. I'll be around for a long time."

Then Jason moved his hand from Lisa's stomach and took Gwen's hand and squeezed it. "Your guy pulled my ass out of the fire, Gwen. It was looking pretty bleak for a while. Then Steve came through that wall just before those bastards could finish me off. I wasn't even surprised when I realized it was him. He tossed me over his shoulder like a bag of grain and carried me to the staging area and worked on my wounds for a couple minutes. He loaded me on the second chopper and then climbed in with the rest of us. Mrs. Thompson started telling him her daughters were still on the ground, hiding out in some house in the local village. He never even blinked. He just had the pilot hover over a clearing so he could get off and go find the kids."

"Did he say anything? Will he make it back?" asked an emotional Gwen. "Tell me the truth."

"He told me to take care of Lisa and the baby, and then he was gone over the edge. He's the toughest son-of-a-bitch I've ever seen," responded Jason with emotion matching Gwen's. "Sorry about the swearing. It takes a while to adjust to civilian life. Brad and I have had this discussion several times after we found him in that snow storm. We couldn't believe how he survived that ordeal. He had been beaten beyond what most people could survive, never mind being alone, underdressed, and injured in a blizzard. I doubt if many men, Ranger or SEAL, could have survived. I wouldn't bet against him saving those girls and getting back home."

"Thanks, Jason. I think he'll make it, too. I just needed to hear it from someone that knows what he's going through. I'm so proud of you, and extremely happy for you and Lisa. The whole family is excited to have you back and delighted that you're going to be okay."

Gwen left Lisa alone with Jason and went to the waiting room. She knew her sister needed some private time with her husband. Gwen was thinking about what Jason had just told her when her phone rang.

"Hello, Amber. I haven't heard much from you lately. I guess you're pretty busy with your new position as White House correspondent for CBC. Congratulations on the promotion."

"Thanks, Gwen, but this isn't a social call. Bill Hardy is going to break a big story tonight on the evening news. Our network has obtained information that indicates that Steve is alone, on the ground in Colombia. He was part of that operation to remove our people from the attack by the drug cartel and was left behind to search for a couple of kids. Hardy will report that the president and congress are offering no help and have washed their hands of the situation. The White House asked that he sit on the story because the information could jeopardize Steve's safety. Hardy refused and insists he'll air the story tonight. 

"Do you know if this is accurate? Can you tell me anything more? I realize it's a difficult situation for you, but I think it's important to have the whole story told. Is there anything you'd like to add?" questioned Amber gently.

"I'd like to meet with you and explain how I feel and what I know. Can we meet?" asked Gwen.

"I'm in Washington. I can't get back to Sparta for a couple days. Could we do it by phone?" requested Amber.

"I'm in Washington, too. You know the hotel we always stay at? Let's meet there in an hour," offered Gwen.

"You're in D.C.? Can you come to our bureau office? We have all the equipment here and an interview room, so it would be better quality. Can you make it to Market Street within an hour?"

"I can be there in ten minutes. I just have to let Lisa know that I'm leaving and then I'll catch a cab. I'll see you then," replied Gwen.

Half an hour later, Gwen was seated across from Amber Stahl with several cameras trained on her. "Gwen, let's begin with this. Steve Hammer has been doing promotions, including print and television, for the Navy since he first entered the Academy. It's common knowledge that he was allowed to travel to various events that most midshipmen would not have been granted permission to attend in return for promoting the Navy so tirelessly.

"It's also known that, while he trained and became a Navy SEAL, he was never sent on any dangerous missions. The Navy didn't want to risk losing him, or having a mission become a drama about one of the most famous men in the country, and even the world. They felt he was far too well known to be effective on a mission. SEALs are often involved in covert activities. Steve Hammer does not blend in. He stands out!

"Was Steve involved in the mission to rescue those Americans in Colombia? If so, why did the Navy break its own rule? Is he still there? Is he searching for the two children of Donald and Grace Thompson? What light can you shed on this situation?" finished Amber.

"That's a lot of questions, Amber. I can tell you that Steve was involved in the successful mission to safely remove Americans from harm's way in Colombia. If you watch the video of that day, Steve is the SEAL that hurries down the hill and through the hole in the compound wall. I recognized him at the time it happened.

"I am not exactly sure why the Navy relented and sent Steve on this mission, but I am very certain of why Steve felt honor bound to go. One of the few Rangers assigned to duty at that compound was my sister's husband, Jason Hunter. I'm sure you remember the time you saw him board a helicopter with his brother to head into a blinding snowstorm to search for Steve after he was abducted by that terrorist. Jason and his brother Brad searched three days, found Steve and brought him back to me. They saved Steve's life, plain and simple.

"I suspect that Steve called in every favor, and exerted any and all pressure he could manage on his commanding officers to be allowed on this mission. Steve holds his nation, and his family, in the highest regard. He loves my sister and respects her husband, Jason. He had the additional incentive that Jason and Lisa are expecting their first child in October. All of these reasons made it close to impossible to deny him the opportunity to go on this mission.

"Jason was wounded in the melee. He was hit three times and lost a great deal of blood. He told me earlier today that Steve came through that wall just in time to save his life. That's exactly why Steve went. It's what he does.

"When he learned that the two sisters were not on the rescue choppers, he had the pilot drop him off so that he could complete his mission of saving all the Americans that had attended that ill-fated conference. Again, that's what Steve Hammer does, and who he is. I have learned to expect nothing less.

"Steve would be the first to tell you that he is proud to serve his country and extremely proud to be a Navy SEAL. He understood the situation when he went on the mission, as well as when he jumped out of that helicopter to look for those girls. The Navy has not abandoned him, nor has his country! They will do everything possible to help him, but it's pretty much on him to find those girls and get them back safely. There is no one to 'blame' for this situation, except maybe people that do business with these drug selling monsters. 

"Steve is a grown man, and is doing his best for those girls and for his country. I will not allow anyone to demean or belittle his efforts by trying to find blame for his patriotic actions. We need to celebrate his courage and dedication to country, and to thank the Navy for sending the very best man they had to save those people, as well as to act so decisively when he learned those two girls needed help. If not Steve Hammer, then who? There should be no controversy here. Jason Hunter is alive right now because Steve went on that mission. Those two sisters will be returned to their parents safely because Steve was on that mission. I'm proud as hell of Steve, as well as the Navy for having the intelligence, and the balls, to send him on this mission!" concluded Gwen with emotion.

The evening news featured Bill Hardy breaking the story that Steve Hammer was on the rescue mission to Colombia and was still on the ground in that country. He ended his story with criticism of the Navy, as well as the government for sending such a famous person on a dangerous mission. Then he lambasted Steve for going, and suggested that he remained behind in an attempt to remedy his screw-up by not having the two girls on the helicopter when they first took off.

Then the network played Amber's interview with Gwen as continuing coverage of the situation. Her unwavering support for Steve and for the Navy blunted much of Hardy's criticism. Shortly after the interview aired, Gwen received a call from the Secretary of the Navy.

"Ms. Anderson, the Navy has struggled for two days looking for the best way to handle this difficult situation. As you well know, we do not abandon our fighting men and women. We do follow direct orders, however. Your positive words for the Navy were exactly what we needed, but couldn't seem to formulate. Your understanding of the situation and the confidence you expressed for the Navy and for Steve Hammer appears to have swayed public opinion in our favor. Mr. Hammer is fortunate to have a lady as intelligent and eloquent as you. I thank you on behalf of the Navy and I again assure you that we will do whatever we can to insure the safety of Steve Hammer and his two charges." 

"Do you know if Steve found those girls? Are they okay?" questioned Gwen quickly.

"Mr. and Mrs. Thompson would like to meet with you and express their gratitude in person. If you are willing, I will have an aide set that up. They can discuss what we know with you at that time. The phone is not the place for that conversation," replied the Secretary.

Gwen quickly agreed to meet with the Thompson family the next morning. She was anxious to learn what they knew about the situation. How worried must they be with two daughters unaccounted for in the middle of land controlled by the cartel!

The next morning, Gwen headed to the Pentagon to meet with the Thompsons while, Lisa, Kate, Becky, Ashley, and Paula went to Walter Reed to visit Jason. Becky decided to find a soda machine while waiting her turn to visit with Jason. As she wandered down a hallway, she came upon a nurse helping a man try to walk on a prosthetic foot.

"Hi! It looks like you're learning to get around. It won't be long and you'll be playing basketball with the guys," offered Becky with a cheerful greeting to encourage the young man.

"Fuck you!" snarled the man as he limped toward Becky. "You think it's funny being a cripple and a freak? I don't need your pity!"

"Well, fuck you and the wheelchair you rode in on!" retorted Becky angrily. "I wasn't offering pity, you damned pussy. I'm used to being around real men. They don't whine, and they sure as hell don't cry."

"That's easy for you to say, Bitch! Your friends have all of their hands and feet, so they're 'real men'. I'm just a fucking joke!"

"I'm giving you the fucking finger right now, but you can't see it because I lost my goddamn hand!" yelled Becky as she waved her left arm in front of the soldier. "Steve Hammer calls me Lefty and it makes me proud. He'd probably call you Peg-Leg Pete, except he hates to hear sissy boys cry. Let me tell you this; if you don't believe that you're a real man, than you aren't! I lost my hand, but I'm sure as hell all woman, and have a lot more to offer than most. You don't need my pity, you have enough going for both of us!"

Becky turned and strode angrily away from the cursing soldier. As soon as Becky turned the corner, the nurse helping the soldier down the hall lit into him. "You're such a jackass! You meet Becky Summers and curse at her? She's in all of Steve Hammer's movies. Everybody knows she lost her hand in a four-wheeler accident while she was in high school, but it hasn't stopped her from becoming a damn good actress. She's an accountant with Lady in Red Productions when she isn't acting in movies. Jordan Quick, Gwen Anderson, and Steve Hammer are her best friends. So what do you do when you meet her? You go and tell her that people without all of their hands or feet are freaks? 

"If I were you, I'd worry more about missing my brain than my foot. Any normal young man would have been kissing up to her to beat the band. Are you gay, or just damn stupid?" asked the red faced nurse as she guided her patient back down the hall. 

Gwen only waited a few minutes before being ushered into a comfortable lounge area inside the Pentagon. Sitting at a small table were a middle aged couple. Gwen correctly assumed that they were the Thompsons.

"Thanks so much for meeting with me!" exclaimed Gwen as she greeted them. "I know this is a difficult situation for you and I really do appreciate your time and consideration."

"Ms. Anderson, I owe you an apology. I demanded that Steve Hammer go back for my kids. I was pretty irrational and hysterical. I yelled at him, but he was extremely polite to me," recalled Mrs. Thompson. "I was just so worried about my girls."

"I'm sure he understood your emotions. Don't give it another thought. Have you heard anything about your daughters, or Steve?" asked Gwen at her first opportunity.

"The Navy told us late yesterday that they believe that somehow Steve found our girls, and he has them with him. They couldn't tell us where they were, or how they knew he had them. My daughters are huge fans of his. They've seen every movie, TV show, and video he's ever made. I know they'll trust him to get them home, although our younger daughter is slightly autistic. She doesn't warm to people very well, but she should be fine as long as she's with Roxie."

"That's great that he found them!" exclaimed a much relieved Gwen. "Steve's very resourceful. If he's with your girls, he'll be working on getting out of Colombia as fast as he safely can. It may take a while, but he's trained in survival in all types of elements and environments."

"I told him that I knew who he was and that he had to save my girls," revealed Mrs. Thompson. "I was unfair. It was a kind of threat that if he didn't do something for my kids, he'd regret it. I feel pretty badly about it now. I think he would have helped them even without me telling him that I knew who he was."

"You were a mother under stress and scared for her children. Steve won't hold that against you. I doubt if that even influenced his decision. You know all of that stuff you've read over the years about Steve being such an amazing person? It's all true. He'll protect your kids with his life. I have to visit my brother, Jason Hunter, in the hospital now, but please let me know if you hear any more news," concluded Gwen.

"Of course. And please tell Jason that we're extremely grateful to him and his Rangers for their efforts and sacrifices. Your sister must be very proud of her husband," finished Mrs. Thompson.

It was shortly before noon when Gwen walked into Walter Reed. As she approached the desk, a young man struggled to stand up and hobbled toward her. Realizing that he was an injured soldier, Gwen gave the man her best smile as she waited for him to explain why he apparently wanted to speak to her.

"You're Gwen Anderson. I know you're here to see your brother, so I won't keep you. I was just wondering if you could tell your friend, Becky Summers, that I want to apologize for my behavior earlier today. I was a complete ass."

Gwen immediately sensed the sincerity in the man's statement, as well as his discomfort and embarrassment. Since meeting and falling in love with Steve, military men and women held a special place in her heart.

"Why don't we mosey down to the cafeteria and you can tell me all about this misunderstanding while we have a lunch," suggested Gwen as she hooked her arm around the young man's.

"I can't walk very well. I lost my foot in Iraq and I'm crippled up. You don't want to be seen with me," replied the injured soldier dejectedly.

"You're turning me down? That's not very flattering. Is it my hair, the way I'm dressed, or am I too fat?" asked Gwen as she maintained her grasp on the man's arm.

"God, no! You're beautiful. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. I'm damaged goods. I told you that I lost my foot in Iraq. I can barely limp around with this fake foot I have on."

"Did you lose your heart? Your courage? Your manhood? Was your foot what made you a man? Are you afraid of men, and even girls now?" asked Gwen as she watched the young man's face for his reaction.

"I still have my balls, if that's what you're asking," snapped the man. "I'm not afraid of any man, and I'm especially not afraid of a woman!"

"Okay, then. Let's go down to the cafeteria and get a lunch and talk. You're a tough guy, still have your balls, and aren't afraid of men, or women. There shouldn't be any problems here. Lean on me a little if it helps. Let's get started." 

Once the two were seated, Gwen began asking questions. "Can I assume you met Becky and gave her some of your 'woe is me' crap and she reacted strongly? Did you not notice that she had lost her hand? Did she call you out for being a whiner?"

"That covers it pretty well, except she told me that Steve Hammer called her Lefty and she liked it. She said that he'd probably call me Peg-Leg Pete, except he wouldn't be able to endure me blubbering like a baby when he did. You and your friends don't seem to hold wounded and disabled veterans in very high regard."

"Now you're pissing me off! We certainly do hold them in very high regard. My brother was just shot in three times defending Americans from a drug cartel in Colombia. My boyfriend's in the middle of the cartel's bailiwick right now, trying to save two American kids that missed the evacuation choppers. We have tremendous concern and pride for all of our veterans and those still serving.

"What we don't tolerate very well are men and women that give up, that have a tough stretch and decide life isn't worth it. We have disabled friends and employees. A lot of them are veterans. That don't ask for special treatment and they don't get any, unless it's something like an access ramp or a wider door. They work alongside everyone else and do the same job. We don't hire them because we feel sorry for them. We hire them because they're honest, trustworthy, dependable people that give a day's work for a day's pay. You wouldn't last an hour with your attitude!"




Lady in Red Pt. 02 Ch. 03



"That's pretty easy for you to say. You're rich, beautiful and still have two of everything you're supposed to have in sets. I know that I'm not as good as I was before I was injured. I'm handicapped now... a cripple."

"So it would appear. You'll remain a cripple until you get your head out of your ass and man up," stated Gwen flatly. "You have a twisted idea of what makes a man. You'll suffer the rest of your life, unless you learn that you're damned lucky to be alive and can still be a productive citizen, husband, and father. It's all on you. I'm sorry, but I don't think I can help you until you decide you want to live."

"There could be hope for this guy," came a soft voice to Gwen's left. "When I saw Gwen talking to you, I felt I had to come over and apologize for the things I said earlier. I should have realized that you were upset. It's still new to you and you're angry with everyone. I was there, and I should recognize and understand it in others."

"That's why I stopped Ms. Anderson when she came in," replied the man as he stood with some effort. "I was extremely rude to you. I asked her to convey my apologies. I was raised better than that. My mom would take a switch to me if she heard me talk like that. I'm just all nervous about my folks coming to see me. I was always athletic in high school and college. I'm afraid they'll think less of me now. How can I go back home like this?"

"That's the issue you have to work through," replied Becky. "I was lucky enough to have a sister that was friends with Gwen, Jordan, and Steve. When they came to visit, I was like you, which I have to say is kind of pathetic. They gave me no sympathy. They just showed me that I was still a whole person with all sorts of great experiences in front of me. I hope you find someone like that in your life."

As Becky finished speaking she heard a woman shout from across the cafeteria. "Look! There he is. Of course he's talking with those pretty girls! Some things never change!"

"Uh oh! That's my mom, and my dad's right behind her. This is going to be embarrassing. They think you're friends of mine. I'll set them straight," promised the injured soldier.

"Would you let me handle it?" asked Gwen as she gave the man a brilliant smile. "Your parents have come a long way to see you and they've been worried to death. Let's give them reason to be happy."

"Oh, Baby!" cooed the woman as she took her son into her arms and hugged him dearly. "We were so worried when we got the news. We were afraid that we'd never see you again. You look thinner, but my home cooking will put that weight back on in no time."

"Son," greeted the man as he put his hand out to shake. "It's good to see you getting around and looking so good. Like your mom said, we were pretty worried. Are these ladies your friends?"

"Yes, we are," responded Gwen. "I'm Gwen Anderson and this is Becky Summers. Your son is a fine man and we were enjoying a conversation with him. You both must be very proud."

"Oh, we are!" beamed the mother as she studied Gwen's face. "You look just like that Gwen Anderson that's in those movies and makes those records. This girl looks like the one in the movies that only has the one hand and still outfights the bad guys."

Becky smiled as she raised her left wrist that had been concealed in her pocket. "That would be me. As you can see, I'm not always beating guys up, unless they give me reason."

"Mom! This is 'the' Gwen Anderson and 'the' Becky Summers from the movies, TV, the internet, and whatever else is out there now. I was just telling them..."

"How excited he was to have his parents visit!" interjected Gwen. "He tells us that you're a great cook and he can't wait to sit down at your table and enjoy one of your meals."

"He told you that? Pete never was one to miss dinner," laughed his mother. "How is it that he's got two famous, beautiful women chatting with him?"

"Wait! Your name's really 'Pete'?" laughed Becky heartily. "You're Pete? What're the odds?" 

"Yeah, I guess it's funny. If you can laugh about your hand, I'll have to learn to make jokes about my foot," acknowledged Pete. "Before you go, I do apologize for being so rude earlier today. I was feeling pretty down and you came along at the wrong time."

"Now, Pete," cautioned Gwen. "What kind of red blooded American male would say that a girl as beautiful and talented as Becky came along at the wrong time? Any time you get to see and meet a girl like Becky, it's the right time, wouldn't you agree?"

"Well, yes I would. It was great meeting you and I'll try to man up so you two aren't disappointed in me. Thanks for trying to help me get my head wired straight."

"That sounds a lot better. We hire quite a few veterans at our businesses in Sparta. We expect everyone to carry their weight, but once you finish rehab and feel you have something to offer, stop in if you want a good job. Tell them that Becky and I recommend you," finished Gwen.

"Hey! I didn't say I'd recommend him. He thinks I'm a freak because I only have one hand," reminded Becky.

Pete's mother quickly turned to her son with shock written all over her face "Did you say that? To a beautiful girl like Becky Summers? Didn't we raise you better than that?"

"Don't be too hard on him," laughed Becky. "I think we've got it straightened out. I guess you can tell them that I recommend you, too, Pete."

The two women walked away smiling as Pete's mother launched into a long speech about how he needed to improve his attitude and his manners.

At that moment, Steve was waking up from a shallow sleep. He and the two girls had traveled three nights and were again resting during the day. Sleep came pretty quickly for all three after a full night of walking, but it was difficult to stay asleep more than a couple hours at a time. After the incident with the snake, the girls wouldn't let Steve get more than a couple feet away. They even insisted he stand close by when they stopped to relive themselves, and they gave him very little privacy for his personal ablutions. Every morning, they would wade into a fast moving stream and sit down to take care of nature's call. That allowed them to remain together, but still manage a small amount of privacy.

"My dad said you should be playing pro football," announced Roxie when she saw Steve rub his eyes to indicate he was awake. "He said it after that first game you were on TV. Dad says that you're a natural, and that was one of the best games he ever saw.

Steve nodded to the girl lying next to him to acknowledge that he had heard her. As he lay next to the girls, he began thinking back to his first few weeks at the Academy and practice with the football team.

It was obvious to Steve, and to everyone else that he was not going to be treated the same as the rest of the incoming class. His instructors made little effort to conceal the fact that they were not going to give him an easy time of it simply because he was Steve Hammer. They were consistently harder on him to avoid the appearance of favoritism. 

Within a few days of entering the Academy, Steve was asked to sign a waiver pretty much stating that he agreed to have his image used by the Navy for recruiting purposes. The Navy would allow him to attend functions outside of the usual activities, but he would always be representing the Navy. His conduct had to reflect the best traditions of the Navy. His scheduled trip to Sochi was such an occasion. 

When he began football practice, the coach made a point of telling him that all the fame in the world would not influence his decision as to where and when Steve might play. That's how Steve found himself the back-up punter and third string quarterback. Tim Meadows was a senior and had been the team's starting quarterback the previous year. His arm strength was average at best, but the players respected him and he was a capable leader. Bill Jenson was a junior and felt he was ready to challenge Meadows for the starting position. He had a live arm and quick feet, but he was not as well liked and respected as Tim Meadows. Steve would have to be content to be the holder on field goals and extra points. As the back-up punter, it was not likely that he would see any action, and as third string quarterback, it was very unlikely that he'd be taking any snaps under center.

Steve never complained. He simply worked as hard as he could and helped his teammates every chance he had. Gradually, the other players began to gain respect his work ethic and team spirit. 

On the first offensive series of the first game, Tim Meadows went down under a fierce Ohio State rush with a torn ACL. Bill Jenson was sent in to replace him. By the end of the first quarter, it was apparent to everyone watching that Jenson was in over his head. He was unable to read the defense and frequently made bad decisions. He fumbled once and tossed two interceptions before the first quarter ended. 

The Navy punter actually had managed two excellent punts before he was hit as he made his third punt of the quarter. Ohio State recovered the ball at midfield. Unfortunately, the punter was taken off the field on an oversized golf cart. Just before the end of the first quarter, a Navy defender snatched an underthrown pass intended for the end zone. 

He made it back to the Navy twelve yard line before being tackled. In the ensuing three Navy offensive plays, Jenson managed two incomplete passes and then was sacked on the four yard line. The first quarter ended with Ohio State up 24 to nothing. It was fourth down and Navy had the ball on the four yard line.

Steve was sent in for his first punt ever, as the second quarter began. He stood at the very back of the end zone, remembering how his coach had beseeched him to get the kick away no matter how fast they rushed him.

Everyone left the huddle and got into position. Steve barked the signals, and the center snapped the ball... way over Steve's head! Somehow, Steve managed to leap way up and block the ball from going out of the end zone. As he landed, he managed to reach out and grab the ball as it fluttered toward the turf. 

Steve gripped the ball to punt it, but he saw two defensive players preparing to dive into the ball as he kicked it. He suddenly pulled the ball back and stepped to the side as the defenders dove past him. It was clear to Steve that he'd never get the kick off. Ohio State players were pouring over the center of the line. Steve scrambled to his right, but was rapidly running out of real estate. As he reached the corner of the end zone, he caught a glimpse of a player in a Navy uniform racing down the far sideline. Steve stopped, pulled back his arm, and stepped ahead as he put everything he had into a deep pass. As he released the ball, he was driven backward to the ground by two defenders. 

Fans watched in awe as the pass sailed the width of the field and way down it. A Navy player reached out and pulled the ball in on the dead run at the Ohio State forty-five yard line. He simply continued on to the end zone, untouched by any defenders!

No one was more stunned than the Navy coach. He had closed his eyes in a grimace when it appeared that Steve was going to be tackled for a touchback. The sudden silence from the crowd caused the coach to return his gaze to the field. It took him a moment to find the ball. By the time he located the ball in flight, he realized that it was headed for a Navy player!

Suddenly, Navy was on the scoreboard with a broken play that covered 96 yards! The fans came alive and the players were energized. His teammates helped Steve to his feet and slapped him on the back. Then they trotted the length of the field to prepare for the extra point. After the huddle, Steve assumed his position as the holder. The kicker took his spot and once again, Steve called the signals. This time the center bounced the ball back toward Steve! He had to jump to his feet and move to his right to corral the ball. By the time he scooped it up, Ohio State defenders were rushing hard in his direction. Steve rolled farther right, looking for a receiver. Seeing none, he turned toward the goal line, eluding a couple of tacklers along the way. 

As he approached the goal line, a linebacker moved laterally to cut off his progress. Steve lowered his shoulder and increased his speed. The two players came together with a loud pop that was heard in the stands as well as on television. The linebacker managed to hold onto Steve but went over backwards as Steve's momentum carried him forward. As he was falling Steve held the ball out and laid it on the goal line as his knees hit the turf. Navy had a two point conversion! Once again the Navy fans voiced their approval. Steve struggled to his feet and teammates once again patted his back as they trotted toward the sidelines. 

Latter, the broadcasters would debate whether the turning point of the game was the broken pass play for the touchdown, or the team's reaction to the guts and determination Steve displayed on getting into the end zone for the two point conversion even though they were so far behind. 

Ohio State received the kick-off and moved down the field quickly, but stalled at the Navy ten yard line. They kicked a field goal and had a 27-8 lead. After receiving the kick and being assessed a penalty that pushed the line of scrimmage back to the twelve yard line, the Navy coach sent Steve in to quarterback. On the first play from scrimmage, Steve made an excellent fake to the back on a play action pass. Then he looked to the left sideline and found the receiver well covered. He then stepped quickly to his right to elude a big defensive end before spotting his second receiver on a deep crossing route. Once again, Steve stepped into the pass as he rifled the ball thirty yards down the center of the field. Two defenders tried desperately to reach the ball, but fell just short. The receiver took the ball against his chest while running at full speed. He tucked the ball in and raced to the end zone!

In two plays, Steve had two touchdowns and 184 yards passing! The home team fans roared their approval as the players once again trotted the length of the field for the extra point attempt. The coach sent a different player in to snap the ball this time. Steve easily caught the snap and placed the ball down for the kicker. The extra point was good and suddenly it was a 27-15 game. 

Steve didn't manage any more real long pass plays that afternoon, but he did manage to pick the defense apart and throw for 380 yards total. Once the passing game clicked, the running back was able to pick up positive yards. Navy was not able to stop Ohio State's offense, but they did manage to slow them down and force them to settle for field goals on three series. On two other series, they added two more touchdowns.

Navy received the kickoff with four minutes left and down 47-39. Steve quickly moved his team to the Ohio State 12 before the drive stalled. He had a pass dropped by a crowded receiver, and then he simply missed his receiver on the next play, and threw the ball away on third down because of intense pressure from two linebackers. Navy took the field goal and moved within five points with just a little over two minutes left. On the next series, Ohio stayed on the ground for the first two plays, but Navy held them to just four yards. On third down, and after the two minute warning, Ohio State attempted a long pass down the sideline, only to have a defensive back for Navy pick it off just before going out of bounds at the Navy 22 yard line.

The fans had already grown confident in Steve's ability to lead his team down the field. They now had a quarterback! Steve connected on passes to the sidelines even as Ohio tried to force the receivers inside. Navy worked its way downfield and with twelve seconds left, had the ball resting on the ten yard line. As Steve stood over center, he called an audible, much to the surprise of his teammates. He had seen that Ohio State had two extra defensive backs in the game and had pulled two linebackers. He took the snap and immediately stuffed the ball into the big fullback's belly just before he hit the line. A lineman made a futile effort to stop the big back with an arm tackle. The fullback plowed through it with his sights set on the goal line. There were two defensive backs between the bruising fullback and the end zone, but he simply ran them over, dragging the second one with him as he crossed the goal line and scored the winning touchdown as time expired!

Steve was a very popular man in the locker room after the game. The guys immediately accepted him as their quarterback. In just one game, he made the transition from just being tolerated, to being the team leader. Even Jenson was man enough to congratulate Steve on a great game and wish him the best. Steve's opinion of the man increased tremendously. He had learned long ago that adversity and disappointment were the true tests of a man. Jenson displayed impressive character with his acceptance of the situation. That game marked the beginning of an amazing football career for Steve Hammer at Navy.

"Are we going to stay here all day?" asked Roxie as Steve pulled his thoughts back to the present. "It's pretty slow going when we travel in the dark. Maybe we should try moving in the daylight, but be careful to not let anyone see us."

Steve had been thinking much the same thing. He was worried about how long it was taking to remove the girls from the area controlled by the cartel. Sam was awake and watching him as he considered Roxie's suggestion.

"Okay, but here's the deal. You make no noise and if I give a signal, you drop down into the bushes and stay out if sight. We can't have anyone see us," insisted Steve as he gathered his weapons and prepared to move on.

Steve had been moving parallel to the road and quite close to it. Twice he had signaled the girls to drop down because a vehicle was passing by on the road. They had only traveled a mile or so when Sam made a grunting noise and pointed. Steve and Roxie looked in the direction the girl was pointing but saw nothing. Then Steve noticed a paper tacked to a tree along the road. 

"Wait here, girls. I want to see what they're advertising. Maybe it's a great deal on clothes, or food!" joked Steve as he headed toward the tree.

What he found took him completely by surprise. Nailed to the tree was a poster with a picture of his face on it. He recognized the photo from a promotion he had done for his second movie. Below it was the standard 'Dead or Alive' line, just like the 'wanted posters' from the old west. The big difference was the amount of the reward. The cartel was offering $50,000 American for information leading to the death, or capture of Steve Hammer!

That was a fair chunk of change anyplace, but in the impoverished mountains of Colombia, it was a fortune. Steve had no illusions about how the reward offer would increase the number, as well as the determination, of people looking for him. He would have to be even more careful now.

Gwen had been having dinner with her family at the hotel when she received a call from Amber Stahl. She listened intently for a couple minutes before finally speaking.

"Yes, I have a response. Lady in Red Productions will pay the sum of one million dollars to anyone assisting Steve Hammer and the two girls to escape from the cartel. As soon as we finish this conversation, I'll be calling our legal staff. We'll have thousands of flyers printed and distributed in that area of Colombia immediately. You can report that as soon as possible." 

Gwen slammed her phone down in anger as she turned to her family. 'Those bastards are putting out posters offering $50,000 reward for information leading to the death, or capture of Steve! You heard what I told Amber. Can we do that, Mom?"




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"Let me make some calls and it'll be done," assured Paula as she pulled her phone from her pocketbook. "We'd gladly pay far more than that to get Steve and those kids back safely. It's an excellent idea."

Cable news had a field day with the situation. They existed to hash and rehash any and all possible scenarios. To have a media favorite like Steve Hammer being chased through the jungles of South America as he attempted to save two American kids was a story tailor made for cable. They spoke at great length on how the reward for Steve would be difficult for locals to ignore. When Gwen made her announcement that her company would pay a million dollars to anyone that helped Steve and the children reach safety, the frenzy increased. The story dominated television and the internet. 

Gwen and her group were preparing to leave Washington the following Tuesday, when Amber called again. "Juan Flores, the cartel kingpin just told cable news outlets in Colombia that he'll allow Steve and the girls safe passage from Colombia, for ten million dollars. Would you care to respond to that, or do you want to speak to your financial people first?"

"I can respond to that one right now, and you can quote me," declared Gwen with obvious anger. "Not just 'No', but 'Hell no!' to that offer. It's extortion, pure and simple. Steve would never be part of anything like that and I wouldn't think of tarnishing his service and reputation by stooping so low as to even consider extortion. You can tell that Bozo to put that in his crack pipe and smoke it!"

Gwen's explained the situation to her family as soon as she put the phone down. "Steve will be proud of your handling of this entire situation," praised Lisa. "I learned a lot when I felt I had unfairly risked his life back when that terrorist took him. I tried to apologize, but he told me that men like Jason and him are honored to help people in need. They ask only for appreciation, not contrition, for their efforts. He's proud of his service and proud to be helping those kids. He needs you, needs all of us, to be proud of him and to make sure we conduct ourselves in a manner that he would approve of."

"Thanks, Lisa. We'll miss you in Sparta for the hospital dedication and our Memorial Day blowout, but everyone will understand that your place is here with your husband as he recuperates," replied Gwen as she gave her sister a farewell hug.

"Are you sure that you and Jordan will be up to performing under these conditions?" asked Lisa. "People would understand if you postponed it this year. Everyone knows Steve is in Colombia, trying to save those two kids, and himself."

"We both agreed to carry on," answered Jordan. "Charlie and the band are ready to play. We'll dedicate the show to Steve, and to all veterans that can't make it, for whatever reason. Steve would want us to do the show, and to bring the house down when we do. That's exactly what we intend!"

The dedication of the new hospital was scheduled for noon on Friday. Once that was over and the public had the afternoon to tour the new facility, the annual Memorial Day concert was set to begin. The concert by Jordan, Gwen, and Steve had been a tradition in Sparta since the benefit they had performed for the injured Sparta policeman. It had grown every year and had evolved into a celebration that lasted the entire long holiday weekend. 

The tension ratcheted up a few notches on Thursday, the day before the hospital dedication and concert. The cartel forces were reported to have cornered Steve Hammer and had engaged him in a heated firefight. The huge monitors in Performing Arts Center suddenly came on as Gwen, Jordan and the band were finishing up their final run-through for the next day's show.

Everyone in the building stopped what they were doing to watch and listen to the report. "Cartel forces are reported to have located U.S. Navy SEAL Steve Hammer outside a small village in Eastern Colombia. Sources report that a fierce battle has been waged for the past two hours. Incredibly, this would indicate that the cartel forces have been held at bay by a single U.S. SEAL. It isn't known how many cartel combatants are involved. Eye witnesses near the scene are reporting heavy casualties."



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As the TV station went to commercial, Jordan turned to Gwen to commiserate. That's when she saw how pale Gwen had become as she clutched the back of a folding chair with trembling hands.

"Gwen!" cried Jordan as she rushed to her friend and gently held her in her arms. "Sit down. Charlie, get some water. Relax, Gwen. We both know how smart and tough Steve is. Don't give up hope. Never give up on him!"

"I've been trying to stay positive. I really have, but they've got Steve pinned down in some hell hole and they're doing their damndest to kill him! I don't know what I'll do if Steve dies," sobbed Gwen.

Charlie rushed up with a bottle of water and handed it to Gwen. Paula and Kate practically ran into the building just as Gwen made an effort to sip some water. Seeing Gwen's pallid, tear strained face, Paula's heart went out to her daughter. Paula wiped the tears from her own eyes as she pulled Gwen's head to her bosom and did her best to sooth her daughter's anguish.

"We just saw the news. This is a difficult time for you, for all of us, but we've got to remember what's important here. And that's Steve. He's alive and he's fighting. It sounds like he's giving them a hell of a fight, and that's because he has to come back to you, Gwen. We've both heard him tell how he thought of you when he dove into the river that day you two saved those kids. He thought of you when he walked into the gym to shoot it out with those horrible terrorists. When he moved to the front of the stage at graduation, it was to protect you.

"You're his purpose in life, his reason to live, and he will live. He'll come back to you, because he has to, because it's what he does, just like you told Amber the other day. This is no time for us to falter. He's never needed us more. He especially needs you. Be strong. Don't let anyone see your resolve weaken."

"Your boyfriend is freaking Steve Hammer!" exclaimed Kate. "That's enough said on that subject. We need to get ready to welcome him and Jason home. Now that this whole thing has come to a head and they caught up with him, Steve'll kill that fat, drug pushing bastard. Remember when you told Amber in a TV interview that Steve would kill that terrorist that threatened Lisa, even with his hands bound? And he did? I'm telling you here and now that Steve'll plant that fat fu... piece of human waste six feet deep under before this is over."

"It sounds crazy, but I think you could be right," croaked Gwen as she wiped her face. "Catching Steve was the dumbest thing that cartel could have done. They just said that casualties were high. That means the damn thugs are dropping like flies down there. Steve's mad and he's kicking ass. But it may be my fault that he's pinned down.

"I've been thinking about how Hardy might have found out about Steve being on the ground in Colombia, and I realized it was probably because of me. That day it all went down, we were at the restaurant. I spoke so freely about the situation. I never even considered that it wasn't good to have the public know the truth. I'm afraid my thoughtlessness helped put Steve in this situation. I feel horrible about it," worried Gwen.

"Don't even think that!" replied Jordan with emotion. "You were concerned about the guy. We all were. If there's one thing I've learned from you and Steve; it's that the truth is always best. You have no way of knowing how Hardy found out, how it has affected Steve, or how it'll play out in the end. I do know this. Steve would never want you to feel guilty about it. You've saved his life a couple of times and he loves you dearly. You need to dig down and find the same courage you had that day you jumped into Emerson River to save him. He needs you to be strong and positive. You're the one everyone turns to in times like this. Shake this off and think about helping that guy any way you can."

"Thanks, Jordan. Thanks Kate, and especially you, Mom," responded Gwen as she wiped more tears from her face and gathered her poise. "I got a little weak there, but I'm feeling better now. Steve wouldn't want me moping around and he'd especially not want me crying. God, I love that man!"

Steve had increased his vigilance since finding the reward poster earlier in the afternoon. He kept a close eye on the road and had the girls hide anytime he detected any movement along the narrow highway. Once it was full dark, they walked along the road, leaving it only when they saw headlights approaching. They covered over fifteen miles by the time the sun began peeking over the horizon. Once again, the trio retreated to the relative safety of the jungle to rest and hide from prying eyes. 

Steve no longer felt self conscious as the girls prepared to lie alongside him. He pulled off his flak jacket and stretched it out for a pillow, hard as it was. Roxie quickly pulled off the shirt Steve had given her and smoothed it out over the jacket. She had been doing that for the past two days. The first time she did it, Steve asked her what she thought she was doing.

"My face was sweating like crazy from your jacket yesterday. From now on we'll use this shirt like a pillow case. It'll be a lot more comfortable. You said that there'd be no sex, or even discussions about it, so this shouldn't be a problem. It's just a practical solution to our problem of sleeping in this heat," replied Roxie with a slight smirk.

Since that day, Steve and Roxie were both bare-chested when they lay down to sleep. He was almost in dreamland when Roxie decided to ask him a question. Steve chuckled to himself as he thought about the times that Gwen had done the same thing. He wondered if all women liked to wait for a man to fall asleep before trying to talk to him. 

"I was wondering if your July 4th weekend bike ride tradition really started from an idea of Jordan's, like I read on the internet. Was that her idea, or did you think of it?" asked Roxie with genuine interest. "It sounds like something you'd do."

"I can't take any credit for that," admitted Steve as he recalled that hot July day. He had completed his first year at the Academy and was in Sparta for the long July 4th weekend. It was Saturday morning, July 3rd and he and his group of friends had planned on riding their Harleys for a few hours. They were at Marsh's Landing having breakfast before beginning their trip. Suddenly, Jordan left the table and walked over to be closer to a television set. When the story she was watching ended, she rejoined her friends.

"There are two kids lost in Grant State Park. They're just six and seven years old. The really upsetting thing is that the parents are from Pakistan. They're American citizens now but the park rangers and police are having trouble getting enough volunteers to help look for the kids. I'm not sure if it's because it's a holiday, that it's pretty far from populated areas, or if people aren't as willing to help immigrants. It's not fair for those two kids, or their parents."

"That's a big park," pointed out Charlie. "It covers thousands of acres. It would take a lot of people to search it properly. Where's this leading, Jordan?" 

"I'll tell you what I'm thinking. We're about four hours from the park. I think that Grant State Park should be our destination. We can help search when we get there. We can't just ignore those kids. I'd worry about them all day, and feel really bad if something terrible happens to them."

"Well, there are ten of us. We could help cover some of the park. Billy and I will go, won't we, Billy?" asked Charlotte, more or less rhetorically. 

"You know it!" answered Billy immediately. "But even if all ten of us help look, it'll be like looking for a needle in a haystack."

"That's why I want to ask you guys this. Do you mind if I call Amber? I want to ask her to broadcast the fact that Steve Hammer, Gwen Anderson, and their posse will be riding their bikes to Grant State Park to assist any way we can, and that we'll really be pleased to have others join us. They can ride with us, or meet us there, but plan on being ready to start searching at one PM at the main park entrance," suggested Jordan.

"That's a great idea, except for one thing," stated Gwen with a grin. "I'll call Amber and give her the scoop. I'll tell her what roads we'll be riding and what time we'll be passing through different towns along the way. I'll also tell her that this is the 'Jordan Quick Ride for American Pride'. This is your idea and you're going to get the credit for it. You keep hiding your light behind Steve and me, but a lot of what we do is because of you. I want everyone to know what a caring, beautiful person you are. Let's get ready to ride!" 

Gwen pulled her phone out of her purse and quickly found Amber's number. "Hey, Amber. Jordan's just had a great idea. She's asked a bunch of her friends, including Steve and me, to join her and Charlie on a motorcycle ride from Sparta to Grant State Park. There are two missing kids wandering around there and we intend to help find them. 

"We'll be looking for other bikers, and non-bikers to join us on this trip. We'll have a FaceBook page called 'The Jordan Quick Ride for American Pride' set up and we'll also be Tweeting our location all along the way. Will you get this on air as soon as possible? This is Jordan's idea and she and Charlie will be up front on their bike, leading their posse. Please let everyone know. We'll be pulling out of Marsh's Landing in Sparta at seven o'clock this morning. We want every able bodied man and woman within a couple hundred miles to ride with us, or meet us at Grant State Park. We'll find those kids!" promised Gwen as she finished her conversation with Amber.

"Okay, guys. We'd better get everything we need and get ready. We're pulling out in twenty minutes. I'll have our PR staff set up the FB page and get the Twitter account going. We'll just let them know where we are and they can post and tweet it to anyone that wants to know. We should get hundreds of people for Jordan's Ride!" 

"That's what I like about hanging with you guys," declared Jared as he began gathering his gear. "You're always doing something cool, and it's usually to help others. That and the fact that you introduced me to Naomi, of course!"

"I'd have to say that tugging Steve's sorry ass out of that snow bank has paid off great dividends," laughed Jason and he pulled Lisa close. "A beautiful blonde that likes to ride bikes is just one of them!"

At seven AM, Charlie pulled his bike onto the highway with Jordan sitting behind him and hanging on tightly. He was followed by Steve and Gwen behind him to his right and Billy and Charlotte behind to his left. Jason with Lisa, and Jared with Naomi were right behind them. As they approached the first intersection, Jordan waved to a half dozen guys on bikes that had obviously been waiting for them. They joined the group as it passed.

Charlie led them through several small towns before they reached the interstate. The group gained a few riders in each town. By the time they started up the ramp to get on the highway, they had thirty riders behind them. As the group approached the state capital two hours later, Jordan looked back as the front of the line came out of a long curve. Steve saw her pointing excitedly, so he studied his mirror. 

He quickly did a double take. The line of bikers behind them appeared to be over a mile long! As they began passing ramps to the city, Steve saw police holding up traffic, only allowing bikers to enter. The local and state police were working to maintain safety as well as the integrity of the procession.

When Charlie pointed his Harley toward the exit ramp, Steve estimated that there were well over a thousand bikes behind them and more were joining every mile. They had almost two hours of travel left to reach Grant State Park. They would have to pass through a dozen or more small towns along the way. Steve began to wonder if there would be traffic problems ahead.

When reached the first town about ten minutes after they left the interstate, Steve had his answer. People lined the streets with flags and homemade signs. There were several that read 'Jordan Quick's Ride for American Pride!' hanging from businesses along the way. Jordan, Gwen, Lisa, Charlotte and Naomi were waving constantly as the spectators cheered their approval. Charlie had wisely dropped his speed down, and police cars had side streets blocked to give the procession time to go through the town unbroken.

It became the norm. Steve marveled at the number of American flags that were flying and being waved by the crowds along the streets they traveled. People were filming, or taking stills at every opportunity. The girls had their phones out to take pictures of the boisterous crowds lining the streets in every town they traveled through.

At one point, Charlie and Jordan were leading the group into one small town before the end of the procession had cleared the last town. Steve no longer tried to calculate how many were traveling behind them. He knew the line had to be over two miles long. 

When they broke over the last hill and started the home stretch to the park, television crews were set up on higher ground by the park entrance. What they filmed was a seemingly unending line of bikers traveling two abreast as they crested the hill several miles from the park entrance.

Park officials had been made aware of the influx of people and bikes that would be pouring in to help in the search and had cordoned off a ten acre field for the bikers to park. They smoothly directed Charlie and the rest into parking in an orderly fashion. It was just one o'clock when Charlie, Steve, and friends turned their engines off.

Jordan was ecstatic with the turnout. She immediately scampered to a large truck marked with 'Lady in Red Productions' in large letters on both sides. Next to it was a semi with a flatbed and the same lettering. Men were just finishing setting up a sound system on it. Jordan spoke to the men, thanking them for their quick work.

Gwen and the other girls climbed up to join Jordan on the flatbed. "Thanks, Gwen! I never would have thought of having the sound system set up. We have some pretty capable guys working for us, don't we?"

"This was Steve's idea. When he realized that your plan was going to attract thousands, he suggested that I call Mom and have her get this system set up. It's going to be necessary in order to coordinate this search," reasoned Gwen.

Two state police officers and a park ranger approached the flatbed and ascended the steps. "You've absolutely worked wonders!" exclaimed the first officer. "This sound system will really help us set up the search effort. Would you care to get everyone's attention and then turn the microphone over to Bill? He's in charge of this rescue operation." 

Jordan took the microphone and addressed the large crowd. "Thank you! Thank you! You've just proven that America cares about its people, no matter where they're from, the color of their skin, their religion, their age, their gender, or who they vote for. We're proud to be Americans!"

Jordan smiled as she waited for the crowd to stop cheering so loudly. "We're here to find those two children. We're here to help. That means that we'll follow the instructions of these officers. They've done this before and they know what they're doing. If we all do our part, we'll be back here in a few hours celebrating. Please listen carefully to Officer Bill and follow his lead.

"Lady in Red Productions is having food and drink delivered here as we speak. We'll have enough for everyone. We promise. You guys are the best of America and I'm so proud of all of you, and of my country, I can hardly stand it!"

Once again, Jordan had to wait for the yelling and cheering to abate. "Thanks. Now please listen to this officer and help find those two kids. Officer Bill."

The trooper accepted the microphone from Jordan and began explaining how the search would be conducted. Twenty minutes later, an orderly and well organized effort to find the lost children began. Steve and his friends joined in, while the girls stayed behind. They were using their phones continuously. 

They were all overwhelmed by the response the public gave to Jordan's plea and decided to reward the many people that pitched in to help. Besides the thousand or more motorcycles parked in the grassy field, there were hundreds of cars and trucks filling the paved parking facilities. Motor homes filled the area allotted for them.

Shortly after the searchers disappeared into the woods in their quest for the lost kids, trucks filled with bottled water and soft drinks began arriving. They were followed by several more with all kinds of snack foods. Caterers began setting up tables as dozens of grills of all shapes and sizes were readied. Refrigerator trucks laden with various meat products parked nearby. The area bustled with activity as everyone prepared for the largest barbecue they had ever been involved with.

Amber Stahl arrived about two hours after the search had begun. She found Gwen, Jordan, and their friends preparing tables with plastic utensils, napkins, and condiments.

"We had a cameraman here when your group rolled in and it was incredible," began Amber as she hugged her friends. "It was a wonderful TV moment to show you guys leading what looked like thousands of volunteers into the park. It's all over the internet, and cable news has picked it up. They'll have some crews here shortly, I'm sure. I'm here to interview you about this for our six o'clock news."

"Jordan, you go with Amber. We'll keep working on getting everything ready for the volunteers when they come back," insisted Gwen.

Jordan went with Amber and was given a small earpiece and microphone. "Would you please tell the viewers how you came up with this idea, and what all of these trucks and vendors are here for?"

"I saw on the news this morning that two beautiful children were lost in these woods. The call for volunteers to search for the children had drawn a less than an impressive response. That was cause for some soul searching for me. Since I joined up with Gwen and Steve, my life has turned around. My career has taken off. I'm very fortunate.

"These kids needed help and I was able to offer it. Luckily, I have some amazing friends that immediately agreed to join me in an effort to help these kids. This is Independence Day weekend. America has always helped those in need, the weak, and the downtrodden. What better thing to do on this great national holiday than help fellow humans, and fellow Americans in their time of need?

"As you well know, our company, Lady in Red Productions is privately owned, but we exist to help others where and when we can. Our company is supplying food and drink for all the volunteers searching for those kids. No one will leave here hungry. This is simply a real big family gathering. The family is America and we're very proud to be part of that family!"

It was a little after three hours after the search began when suddenly an ambulance drove through the parking area and down a wood road. Everyone watching began speculating on the reason. Did it portend bad news? Everyone stopped what they were doing and gathered in small groups, guessing at the meaning of the ambulance driving into the woods.

Suddenly, the girls' phones all began ringing. "We've been told to head back to the park entrance. The kids have been found! They're scratched and scared, but they're going to be okay. You need to get the party ready to rock and roll!" laughed Steve as he gave Gwen the good news. "There's going to be a lot of tired, hungry, thirsty people showing up as fast as they can walk out of these woods."

It was pretty obvious that the girls all received similar messages from their boyfriends. "Let's get things going!" called Jordan to the various vendors. "They've found the kids. The kids are okay and the searchers are going to be hungry as heck. Let's get cooking!"




Lady in Red Pt. 02 Ch. 04



As the searchers left the forest and entered the picnic area of the park, they were delighted to find drinks, snacks, burgers, hot dogs, and sausage sandwiches ready for them. Within half an hour, the entire front area of the park was filled with people enjoying the food and drink, as well as the camaraderie.

An hour after the children were found, Jordan stepped onto the flatbed and turned on the microphone. Speakers had been placed all over the front of the park. 

"Hello, heroes!" yelled Jordan as she caught everyone's attention. "You guys are the best. I'm so proud of you; I don't know how to express it. You responded when those two kids needed you. You walked and crawled through thickets, briars, weeds, ferns, swampy areas, and put up with snakes and insects, all because you care about others. I thank you for that.

"To show how much we at Lady in Red Productions appreciate all that you have done, we will keep the food and drinks coming as long as anyone wants something. To top it off, Gwen Anderson, Steve Hammer, The Rising Tide Band, and I will be performing right here, on this trailer, free of charge from eight o'clock until we're either told to stop, or we get too tired to go on. Tell your friends and family to get to the park by eight. Bring lawn chairs, blankets, and you're dancing shoes. We're also arranging for a half hour fireworks display at ten that will knock your socks off. Happy birthday, America!"

Jordan paused to allow the crowd to quiet back down. "One last thing. I'd like Merle Benson to come up to the trailer right now. He's the man that actually found the kids sleeping under a blown over tree. I heard that he almost stepped on them before he saw them. That indicates to me that if we hadn't had so many people looking and working so close together, those kids might have been missed. Every last one of you was crucial in finding those kids. You should all feel great about that."

As Jordan spoke, a slim man in his forties, with a pony tail and a slight limp, clumped up on stage. He wore a Harley shirt and jeans. He was obviously embarrassed when Jordan embraced him with a hearty hug.

"This is Merle Benson! He's the man that actually discovered the two children," announced Jordan as the crowd cheered and clapped for over a minute. "That's right! He's the man of the hour! I'd like to direct everyone's attention to the truck to my right."

The back door on a large box truck with Harley decals suddenly opened. Two men pulled a ramp out of the truck and then a third man wearing Harley colors slowly drove a brand new bike off the truck.

As those nearby admired the bike, Jordan continued, "That's a brand new 1200 Custom Harley and it's now Merle's bike! He rode here today with a friend because his bike was having issues. There'll be no problems with this bike! It's yours, Merle. All expenses for tags, title, a year's insurance, as well as any tax consequences will be fully covered by Lady in Red Productions. Enjoy your sweet new ride!"

As the crowd once again erupted into loud cheers and whistles, Merle was overcome with emotion. He wiped his eyes even as he gave the crowd a huge grin. Jordan hugged him again and then led the man down the steps and over to his new Harley. Several reporters met Merle at the bike and peppered him with questions. He had somewhat regained his poise by this time and gave polite, surprisingly articulate responses to the questions. He greatly enjoyed his fifteen minutes of fame. 

More people began streaming into the park. Chairs and blankets covered every opened piece of grass and dirt at that section of the park by eight o'clock. Then Jordan led the band, Charlie, Gwen, and Steve onto the makeshift stage. The instruments were waiting and the sound system checked. Everything was ready.

Gwen had suggested that Jordan do the opening number since the entire event stemmed from her idea, but Jordan would have none of it. Once again they started off with 'We Will Rock You' and 'We Are the Champions'. Now that they had a successful movie with a great sound track, the trio had a lot of popular new material to perform. They mixed their recent hits in with the songs they usually performed. 

Just before the ten o'clock intermission for the fireworks, Jordan stepped front and center. She dedicated her next song to everyone that helped in the successful search for the two children. Then she performed 'Stand By Me' for the first time in front of an audience. There was a full moon overhead on a cloudless night, and it added to the magic of the moment. Her amazing vocal range and the emotion she put into the song was not lost on those listening.

As she ended the song, everyone applauded and yelled their approval. Steve, Gwen, Charlie, and the band all clapped along with the audience. Gwen had tears trickling down her cheeks as she rushed over and hugged her friend.

"I think we found your next single!" whispered Gwen as she held her friend tightly. "That was so powerful, and so right for the situation. You're amazing!"

The fireworks were set off a short time later. It was an expensive and extremely patriotic display and all of those watching simply loved it. When it came time for the music to start up again, Jordan introduced a tall middle-aged man with a grey beard and longish hair to the crowd.

"This is Larry Carson and he has a couple of announcements he'd like to share with you before we start playing again. Please give him the courtesy of your attention."

"What I've got to say won't take long," promised the tall man. "A few years ago, a few of us veterans started raising money to help other vets that were having problems finding jobs and places to live. As time went on, we finally raised enough to buy a little old motel just outside of the state capital. We fixed it up and have rooms for a dozen vets down on their luck.

"I asked Ms. Jordan Quick if she and her friends could stop on the way through on their bikes tomorrow to help at our annual July 4th fund raiser. We sell donated clothes, tools, and household items and make a few hundred dollars. I thought if they took the time to stop in, we'd have a bigger crowd and maybe make a couple hundred more," continued the man, but with some obvious emotion.

"That's when she called Steve Hammer and Gwen Anderson over and made me repeat my story. The three of them talked it over for a few minutes and here's what they came up with. Forgive me if I have trouble getting through this," croaked the man as he wiped his eyes with the back of his left hand.

"They told me that they wanted to do a benefit concert for our group tomorrow night. They made some calls and received permission to use the university's football stadium! The concert will be free to everyone, but we'll have volunteers accepting money donations, as well as drop-off bins at the entrances for donations of food and items we can sell at our future fund raisers!"

By this time, the crowd was again cheering loudly and frantically waving small American flags. Larry waited for the volume to drop before he spoke again. That also allowed him time to collect himself.

"On top of that, these incredible people, and proud citizens, have pledged, through 'The Lady in Red Productions', one million dollars to the fund!" shouted Larry as the crowd went wild. As the cheers continued, Larry hugged Jordan and then Gwen. When he came to Steve, he put his hand out, but Steve grabbed him in a manly embrace. Charlie did much the same while the rest of the band was satisfied to simply shake hands.

With tears trickling from his eyes, the big burly man climbed off the stage. "Now, can we have Merle come forward?" asked Gwen. "Does anyone see Merle? We have a song especially for him!"

There was a ripple in the crowd and soon Merle was guided to the front of the make-shift stage. "This song is for Merle, as well as bikers everywhere," yelled Gwen to the crowd as she adjusted the microphone she was wearing.

Suddenly the band began playing hard and fast as Gwen stepped to the front. Steve came up and stood next to her as he played the opening of 'Born to be Wild' as Gwen delivered the lyrics. Steve wore a tight tee shirt that accentuated his chest and arm strength while Gwen wore tight red leather pants and a low cut top. The audience loved the music, as well as the visual of seeing two of the world's sexiest people perform so passionately for their pleasure. 

As the applause for the song ended, the drummer began a steady beat. He was soon joined by Charlie and Steve with their guitars. Even before Gwen began strutting around the stage and singing, the fans recognized Joan Jett's 'I Hate Myself for Loving You'. Then Gwen and the band really got into the song, with Jordan helping on the vocals. The performers were perspiring freely by the end of the number. The cheering, yelling, and applause carried on for several minutes after the song had ended. 

Later that night, after finally convincing the audience that were truly finished playing for the night, the group of friends sat at a picnic table enjoying some burgers and soft drinks. 

"I didn't know you guys could do that rock and roll stuff so well," commented Naomi. "I thought you were more of a western and soft pop sort of group, but some of those songs were pure rock. It showed the musical range of the band members, too. Your drummer was great, but when Charlie and Steve got warmed up with their guitars, it was unbelievable."

"My roots, and most of my success is in country music, but I really have fun with those rock songs. I think one of the reasons people want to see and hear us play is our variety, as well as our talent. Gwen was amazing on that 'Hate Myself' song. Her legs looked a mile long and her boobs looked like they wanted to burst from her top any second," chuckled Jordan. "Guys were drooling all over the place."

"I guess that leather halter top you were wearing didn't affect the males in the audience much?" asked Charlotte. "Did you hear the ladies in the crowd moan and groan when Steve and Charlie walked up front while jamming their guitars and flexing their biceps. I never realized how buff Charlie was before tonight."

"He's been working out pretty hard. He looks great, doesn't he?" beamed Jordan as she clutched Charlie's arm to her chest. "You don't see many musicians look as rugged as Charlie and Steve." 

"I was getting self conscious standing on stage next to Steve," admitted Charlie. "I decided that I couldn't convince Steve to go fat and flabby, so I had to tone up. The results of long hours in the gym are beginning to show."

"One of the local vendors today invited us to stay at his log cabin," revealed Lisa. "He said we'd be welcome to use it. His wife died a year ago and his kids are all grown and gone. He gave me his number and said if we want to use it, just call him. He has a keyless entry and will text the combination to us. He was really impressed with you guys doing so much to help those kids. He knew who we all were and he was really nice."

"I can't imagine any male not being nice to you," laughed Jason. "What do you guys think? Want to camp out in sleeping bags, or sleep on real beds? Us Rangers laugh at hardship, but you civilians and Navy boys may prefer the creature comforts."

"You tell us," replied Lisa quickly. "Do you want to sleep in a big old bed with me, or stay here alone, sleep on the ground, and show the world how tough you are?"

"It would be showing the world how damn dumb I am, if I took option two," conceded Jason. "Let's find that log cabin!"

The group was close to awe struck when they pulled their bikes up the drive of the cabin a little after midnight. "This is a cabin?" questioned Billy. "It looks like it's a hotel! It must be over four thousand square feet."

The friends used the code the owner had given them to open the door and turn off the alarm system. When Lisa called him to say they'd love to use his cabin, he had used his phone to turn on the water heaters, the hot tub, the lights, and lower the room temperature. The friends wandered through the structure in amazement. There were six bedrooms and each had its own bathroom. 

"Any of these rooms will work for Steve and me. Right now, I'm going to drag his tired butt out to that huge hot tub overlooking the valley. You can even see the park from here. This place is incredible. Come on, Steve. Let's get naked!" urged Gwen.

"What about the rest of us?" asked Lisa a bit petulantly. "We'd like to use the tub, too."

"It's plenty big enough for all of us. Anyone with the nerve can certainly join us. Whiners and chickens can go to bed," responded Gwen over her shoulder as she pulled Steve toward the big hot tub.

Gwen had only taken a couple steps when Jordan and Charlie raced past her. Jordan was giggling as she pulled Charlie along. "It looks like we'll be first and..."

Before Jordan finished her sentence, Lisa and Jason sprinted around her. As soon as they reached the tub, Lisa began peeling her clothes off. "The first ones in get to watch the rest undress!" laughed Lisa as she tossed her underwear on a nearby bench and climbed into the tub. Jason was almost as quick. He and Lisa were sitting by the time Jordan, Gwen, Charlie and Steve reached the tub.

Gwen looked at Steve, shrugged, and she pulled her top over her head. When she dropped her bra on the bench, a loud groan sounded from the doorway. Everyone's attention swung to Billy standing wide-eyed and open-mouthed next to Charlotte.

"It's not anything you haven't seen before, just more of it," pointed out Charlotte. Now quit leering and get your clothes off. Try to act cool."

Steve laughed at Charlotte's remark as he dropped his boxers next to Gwen's bra and turned for the tub. He bumped into Jordan before he realized she, too, was trying to scamper into the tub. It caused her to trip and fall just shy of the tub.

"I'm so sorry!" blurted Steve as he bent and lifted Jordan from the floor. As he stood Jordan back on her feet, Lisa and Jason both let out whistles.

"Sis, you're a lucky girl!" observed Lisa with a big smile.

"I'd have to say that Charlie's the one with the luck," quipped Jason as he admired Jordan's nude body. 

"I think she's okay. You can let go of her now," laughed Gwen as she lightly tapped the hand that still held Jordan's arm. "You act like you've never seen her naked before. I have to admit it. Jordan, you're stunning."

"Coming from an Amazon standing there in all her glory, I'll take that as a real compliment. We've been friends for a long time and I never saw you naked before, except on the movie set. I feel like a little girl next to you," admitted Jordan.

"Then maybe you should stop shaving down there," laughed Steve just before he ducked to avoid Jordan's fist. "Come on, Gwen. Let's get in the tub so we can embarrass Charlotte and Billy when they strip. Are Naomi and Jared coming?"

Lisa, Jason, Jordan, and Charlie smiled broadly as Steve helped Gwen into the tub. They quickly sat down and turned to look for Billy and Charlotte. Charlotte was grinning as she carried a pile of towels in her arms. She carefully placed them on a bench. As she stood up, it immediately became obvious that she was already naked. 

She slowly circled the tub, wearing nothing but a silly grin. "The last year has been very good to you, Charlotte," observed Steve as he watched her prance around the tub. "You've gained weight in all the right places."

"So you noticed? I've got a ways to go to catch the rest of the ladies here, but I'm feeling pretty good. I'm a solid B cup finally, and who knows how big these babies will get?" laughed Charlotte as she shook her breasts with her hands before stepping into the tub and dropping down on Steve's lap.

"I've wanted you to notice me ever since we met. Now I'm naked on your lap with two other naked men watching me. Look at their eyes and their smiles. I think they like what they see, don't you?" asked Charlotte before giving Steve's cock a quick squeeze and dropping into the tub just beyond Gwen.

Charlotte no sooner took a seat than Billy splashed his way into the tub and sat next to Charlotte. "Hey! That wasn't fair," complained Gwen. "We never saw you before you got into the tub. You used Charlotte to distract us so you could sneak in!"

"There aren't any rules that I know of. Now I'm sitting in a hot tub with two Anderson sisters, Jordan Quick, and my girlfriend, and they're all naked. If only these homely guys would take a hike, my fantasy would be complete."

"Where are Naomi and Jared?" asked Gwen as she looked back toward the other room before cupping her hands and calling loudly, "Naomi!"

Naomi tentatively walked into sight. She had a large towel wrapped around her torso. "I don't know guys. Jared and I aren't lovers and I don't want to get involved in anything I'd regret later. If you're going to have an orgy, I won't be party to it."

"You know us better than that. We'd scratch either other's eyes out if one of the other girls tried to have sex with our boyfriend. We will not be having sex, especially not with anyone not our significant other," asserted Gwen. "Those of us here share a special bond, and a special trust. 

"Billy saved Steve's life and he's Steve's friend, Charlotte is my roommate, as well as a very good friend. Jason saved Steve's life and his girlfriend is my sister. Jordan is pretty much my sister now and Charlie is a very good friend. Then there's that shy guy behind you," stated Gwen as she stood and stepped from the tub.

All eyes were on Gwen as she walked up to Jared, who stood with a towel wrapped around his waist. Jared's broad chest and ripped abs were on display and were impressive. At six and a half feet and two hundred sixty five pounds, he was in great condition. Playing defensive end for a major school required that he be big, strong, and fast.

Gwen's naked white body glistened from the water that still dripped from her every curve as she stopped in front of him. "Please turn around, Jared."

Slowly, Jared turned his back to Gwen. She reached out and tenderly ran her fingers over his back. "Here! And here!" exclaimed Gwen as she put her fingers over the scars made by the two bullets Jared had taken for her. "This wonderful man shielded me from a killer's bullets. He came very close to dying. I'm here because of his courage, quick thinking, and sacrifice. He's Steve's brother now, as well as mine. We love him and we'll do anything we can to help him, if he ever needs it. 

"Come with me," insisted Gwen as she led Jared to the tub. As they approached it, Gwen deftly tugged Jared's towel off and tossed it to the side. 

"Naomi, you may want to rethink your position," chided Charlotte. "This guy is proportional, if you get my drift. It looks like he really, really likes Gwen. You may want to get naked to keep this guy on the narrow. He's already on the straight!"

"This is exactly what I didn't want to do," admitted Naomi. "Now everyone's watching. If I get in now, you'll all see me naked. Maybe Steve will come over and help me, like Gwen just did for Jared?" 

"Now there's an invitation no straight male could turn down!" exclaimed Billy. "Unless of course, Steve's suddenly shy. He's suddenly straight, too! He's not in any condition to be walking around. If he stands up, he could take someone's eye out!" 

"Steve, you need to be a gentleman and help Naomi," insisted Gwen as she made an obvious gesture to reach under the water to Steve's lap. "My goodness! What has you so worked up? Was it watching me bring Jared over to the hot tub, or thinking about helping Naomi? Or was it Charlotte, or Picking Jordan off the floor, or seeing Lisa climb into the tub?"

"Never mind what caused it," replied Steve with some embarrassment. "I can't get up and help her right now. That's for sure."




Lady in Red Pt. 02 Ch. 04



"Okay," responded Gwen with a wicked smile. "I'll just sit on Jared's lap while we wait for you to regain control. You don't mind, do you, Jared?"

As she spoke, Gwen rose from her seat next to Steve and sat down carefully on Jared's lap. By doing so, her breasts were well above the water level. Billy groaned as he watched the water drip from her nipples. Jared sat very still while looking at Steve with a sheepish grin. The contrast between Jared's dark shin and Gwen's light complexion was stark and quite erotic.

"Jared! Keep your hands above the water and to yourself!" insisted Gwen sternly. "Oh, they are above the water. What's that poking me if your hands are on the rim of the tub?"

Jared rolled his eyes and groaned as the others broke into laughter. Steve decided to play Gwen's game. He slowly stood up and headed for the far side of the tub. 

"Sweet Jesus!" gasped Charlotte.

Steve pretended to be confused as he turned fully toward Charlotte and Billy. "What was that, Charlotte? Did you say something?"

"Get that damn thing out of our faces!" demanded Billy. "Charlotte shouldn't be exposed to things like that. She'll be asking why mine isn't as little and cute as yours."

Steve chuckled as he resumed his march to Naomi's side. Naomi was holding her hand over her face as she tried to conceal a huge grin. As Steve got closer, she untied the knot in her towel and let it drop to the floor. Then she embraced Steve in a long hug.

"I've dreamed of this more times than I'd want to admit," whispered Naomi so only Steve could hear her. "Walk me back with my boobs pressed against your chest so they can't see them, okay?"

Steve nodded slightly and took Naomi's hand in his, much like if they were dancing. He waltzed her over to the tub with her breasts pressed tightly to his chest. When they reached Steve's seat, he sat down with Naomi on his lap. To her surprise, Steve maintained his grip on her hands so she was unable to cover her chest in any way. She squirmed for a few seconds, then sighed, quit struggling, and pulled her shoulders back proudly.

"Wow! I think they're bigger than Gwen's," blurted Billy. "No offense, Gwen!"

As Gwen sat on Jared's lap, she slowly looked Naomi up and down. "You have some nerve sitting naked on my boyfriend's lap with those big boobs sticking out like that. Tell me, Steve. Is her ass bigger than you can hold comfortably? It must be some shock after being used to my little tush. Those breasts are too big, don't you guys think? How about it, Billy? Are they too big? Jason? Charlie? Jared? Help me out here."

"Like I said, they're big, but I wouldn't say they're too big," replied Billy with a huge grin. "It's hard to judge just by looking..."

"But that's all you're going to be doing!" interrupted Charlotte. "We're living Billy's fantasy right now. He's such a boob man. Luckily the other guys here aren't impressed with Naomi's big hooters. They're not saying a word."

"Somehow, it seems like a good time to keep my mouth shut," answered Charlie as he openly admired Naomi's chest. "Once I pick my jaw up off my knees, I'll keep it closed."

"Gwen and I have had several discussions about all of you lately," began Steve as he carefully wrapped his arms around Naomi's stomach and hugged her gently. "We feel extremely attached to all of you, for a variety of very good reasons. Sitting here like this is a sign of how highly we regard you. Gwen and I are totally monogamous and hope the rest of you are as well. But that's your personal business.

"It's our hope that all of you will always be part of our extended family. We've had some amazing things happen over the last year and a half. We need friends, good friends, which we can share our lives with. You can help us celebrate the happy times, weather the bad times, and keep us from becoming pompous posers. If we're acting like jerks, it's your duty as friends to tell us.

"This hot tub thing is an example of how much we trust each other. I Love all of these girls, but Gwen is the only one I will ever have sex with. I promise that. I feel us guys are brothers. Brothers don't harm brother's girlfriends and wives. Consider each of these ladies that is not your girlfriend to be your sister. That we can share times like this and not be jealous or fearful, demonstrates how well all of us along, and how much we trust each other. We want all of you to be our friends for life. We'll always have each others' backs."

"That isn't exactly true about the jealousy thing," quipped Lisa. "I'm kind of jealous of Naomi's boobs. It's amazing how they defy gravity. Other than that, Jason and I are with you all the way. I've told him about our little talk after they brought you back from that blizzard. He understands how much we love each other, but that it will never be sexual. I'm very happy to have Jason as my lover and the rest of you men as brothers."

"That goes for us, too," agreed Jordan. "Charlie and I love Steve and Gwen to pieces. They've done so much for us and we appreciate it all, but I'm a one man woman now, and forever, and Charlie is that man."

"Billy and I are just grateful to have such amazing friends. We're committed to each other and hope to always be close to Gwen and Steve and the rest of you. I think this is going to work out great for all of us. We'll be a big extended family that works, travels, and even vacations together. Deal us in!" concluded Charlotte.

"Naomi and I are just getting to know each other, but speaking for myself, you guys are the best. I'll hang with you as long as you'll have me. I'll expect more group meetings like this. You may have guessed that Gwen sitting on my lap like this is a fantasy come true. I'll take a bullet for you, anytime!" promised Jared as he carefully hugged Gwen.

"That leaves me. I'd be absolutely delighted to always be good friends with Steve and his big assed girlfriend," observed Naomi as her friends all broke into laughter at her comment. "Seriously, I understand what's being said here. Gwen and Steve are committed to each other. I can deal with that, especially if I can hang around with all of you. I plan on a career in the Navy, but I should have vacations and other free time. I like Jared, but we won't be sleeping together tonight. I hope that isn't a problem. I'm just not going to rush into something that's so important to me."

"No problem here," grinned Jared as he began bouncing Gwen on his knee. After two bounces, her breasts were swinging freely. Once again, Billy moaned.

"Okay! You've pushed your luck too far!" squealed Gwen as she slid off Jared's lap and dropped into the water near Steve. "I suggest we dry off and go to bed. Who's going to be the first one out?"

"That would be me," responded Charlotte as she stood and slowly made her way out of the tub. "I can't tell you how good it makes me feel to have you men watch me like that. You have beautiful, big breasted girlfriends, yet you're all watching me. It's empowering!"

Everyone was up early the next day. They cleaned up the cabin and rode back to the park. There were still a good number of bikers at the park, having spent the night in tents and sleeping bags. They were packing their gear away when Charlie led his friends into the park.

"Mom texted me," announced Gwen. "It seems that she's been flooded with requests from small towns between here and the capital. They'd like us to ride through their towns as part of their July 4th celebration. Some of the guys that work for us have put together an itinerary and schedule for us to follow. Mom assured them that we'd be happy to accommodate these people as much as possible. 

"We need to ride down the main street of Finchburg at 8 AM. It's about twenty miles away and we have over half an hour to get there. I'll forward everything to your phone, Jordan, so you can keep Charlie on schedule. We'll be following your lead. This is Independence Day! Let's ride. We have a show to do tonight!"

It took a few minutes to get everyone prepared and filled in on the planned route, but Charlie pulled out of the park with time to spare. He planned their arrival perfectly and hit the end of Main Street at precisely 8 AM. The girls waved and called to bystanders as the bikes slowly proceeded through the small town.

Steve marveled at the enthusiasm displayed by the surprising large crowd. People waved flags and applauded as the long line of motorcycles made its way down the street. At the end of the town was a small veteran's memorial park with several plaques commemorating sacrifices that local service men and women had made. Jordan had Charlie stop as they were passing the flag pole with Old Glory flying proudly in the breeze. 

Jordan signaled to Gwen to join her as Charlie motioned for the other bikers to gather around. Within minutes, all engines were cut and the locals began streaming up the street to find out why the group had stopped.

Gwen and Jordan waited a few more minutes for many of the residents of the area to reach the memorial, and then they began singing the Star Spangled Banner. Anyone wearing a hat immediately whipped it off and placed it over their hearts. The girls sang beautifully and those watching and listening clapped and yelled their appreciation as they ended their song. Jordan ran back to Charlie and climbed on the back of his bike while Gwen did the same with Steve. Once again, they were on the road!

It was a long and emotional day for the friends. They were overwhelmed by the spirit, enthusiasm, and appreciation of the people in the many towns they visited. In many of the towns, Jordan and Gwen took the time to perform the national anthem. Huge crowds would be standing near an American Flag, waiting for the girls to stop and perform. The cheers and applause were always loud and long.

When they pulled into the town of Hazlewood, there were vendors selling hotdogs, hamburgers, and numerous snacks. They knew that Jordan's riders would be coming through around one o'clock and had all kinds of food cooked and ready to eat. They had a large sign made and held it for the group to see. Jordan immediately had Charlie pull in. She ran up to one of the men holding the sign and spoke to him briefly. Then she handed the man a card and went to the people dishing out the food.

"It's all taken care," called Jordan as she squirted ketchup on a big burger. "They'll send us a bill. Everyone riding with us eats for free!"

It took a while for the few hundred riders to get their burgers and/or hotdogs and drinks. "That church group was raising money for a family with a child that needs a kidney. All profits go toward helping the little boy. I think our company will send something extra in the check when we pay the bill," whispered Gwen into Steve's ear as they rode away. "I'm so proud of Jordan and how she's just shining so brightly on this incredible weekend. She's really come a long way!" 

By the time the procession pulled into the football stadium parking lot, the number of bikers following them had again swollen. There was a section cordoned off for motorcycles, so Charlie swung into a parking spot in that area. It was six PM and the show was scheduled to begin at seven.

The Lady in Red Productions crew had a large stage set up in the center of the field. The band equipment was in place and sound system was ready to go. A short time later, Steve and Charlie were waiting for the girls to emerge from a trailer brought in for them to use to prepare for the show when Ted, Paula, and Kate approached them.

"You guys have done it again," marveled Paula as she hugged Charlie and then Steve. "I've had requests from politicians and corporate big wigs wanting to get in on this show tonight. That motorcycle ride to help find those kids was a stroke of genius. Then the ride back with all of those stops, and singing the Star Spangled Banner was brilliant. I saw a spot on a cable channel where you bought out all the food prepared by a church group to help raise money for a child with serious kidney problems. I know how kind and generous you all are, yet this still amazes me. Now you're donating your time, talent, and money to help a start-up charity that assists veterans.

"The entire country has been following your 'ride for pride', finding those lost children, and the free concerts you're giving. CBC is setting up equipment to broadcast the show. Jordan and Gwen suggested that the proceeds be donated to this veteran's group doing such good work here. Are you okay with that?" questioned Paula. "They'll get the initial payment, but the residuals will still be paid to the company. Judging from past performances, we'll still pull in enough money in the next couple years to cover all the money you've given away this weekend." 

Charlie and Steve immediately agreed with the girls' stated desire to donate the CBC payment to the group helping veterans in the area. A few minutes later, the girls emerged from the trailer, dressed in skin tight leather outfits. Jordan's outfit was black, while Gwen's was a dark red. Jordan wore a short skirt and a bustier like top, held up with a small strap around her neck to prevent any wardrobe malfunctions. Gwen had on long pants and a top that plunged to her navel. A small chain held the two sides together at her bust line.

By the time they took the stage, the stadium was filled. Veterans were allowed to bringn chairs and sit on the field in front of the stage. There were men and women of all ages and walks of life, sharing the moment, as well as the pride of having served their country. 

The show began with Jordan and Gwen singing the Star Spangled Banner. As they finished, the crowd roared its approval. Then Jordan stepped to the front of the stage, pointed to, and addressed the veterans. "We're dedicating this show to you folks tonight. Thanks so much for your service to the country!"

Then Jordan sang "Wind Beneath My Wings' while looking over the misty eyed vets in front of her. When the applause for her song died down, Gwen came forward and delivered 'I Need a Hero', and the crowd ate it up. Steve selected the Lee Greenwood song, 'Proud to be an American' next and more than a few people had to wipe tears from their eyes by the time he finished.

Gwen next delighted the audience with Tom Petty's 'I won't Back Down' before Jordan once again stepped to the front. The almost full moon was climbing over the horizon as she sang 'Stand By Me' for the second night. Although it seemed impossible, she gave the song more emotion and feeling than she had the previous night. All of the songs were appreciated, especially by the veterans, but Jordan's rendition of 'Stand By Me' really connected with them. 

Once the cheering diminished, the band began its usual opening number with Queen's 'We Will Rock You' with 'We Are the Champions'. Jordan played the piano and backed up Gwen while Steve and Charlie played guitar and moved around the stage. Gwen had become more comfortable with her role of singing lead on nearly half the songs they played. She wore her microphone, which allowed her the freedom to use the entire stage.

The group played all of their hits from their movie and videos. Steve and Jordan delighted the audience by singing their hit duet from the previous year. Jordan sang 'Half-hearted' to the delight of the huge crowd. Steve and Gwen delivered "Glory of Love'. Gwen followed it with 'Midnight Lights'. All of their songs were very well received, but none seemed to create the emotion of Jordan's 'Stand By Me', at least not until late in the show.

The drummer began the lead in, while Steve and Charlie strutted the stage playing guitar, waiting for Gwen to sing. Gwen pranced to the front and began singing 'I Hate Myself for Loving You'. Quite a few of those in attendance had seen her perform it the night before and had told others to watch for it. Charlie and Steve played to the audience and along with Jordan, sang back-up to Gwen. Everyone was on their feet and yelling their approval as the song ended. While taking a few extra bows, Jordan whispered to Gwen that she may well have found her next single.

"So Jordan Quick came up with the idea, after all? That's a cool story. Everything you and Gwen Anderson and Jordan Quick do makes news and helps people. How did you pick Gwen over Jordan?" asked the inquisitive teen as she brushed a fly off her cheek.

"It isn't as if I had a choice or anything. I fell in love with Gwen. I met Jordan a few months later. Gwen's always been the one for me. Jordan has a really good guy in Charlie and she's very happy," replied Steve. "Now you need to go to sleep. We'll begin traveling again before dark, so get some rest.

Steve managed to stay awake long enough to feel Roxie move his hand down and place it on her chest. He had awakened the last couple days with a small breast in his hand and had wondered if he had lost control. He considered chastising Roxie, but decided that it wasn't a big deal and if it helped her relax, he'd continue to pretend he had no idea what was going on. At least she was behaving herself when they were all awake.

Steve woke suddenly, unsure of what had alarmed him. He remained very still, keeping his breathing slow and measured as he opened one eye slightly. He saw two heavily armed men standing at the edge of the clearing. They had several rifles slung across their backs, and a couple of boxes in their arms. They were staring at Steve and the two girls as they lay in the shade.

Steve knew his right hand was on Roxie's chest, but his left one was wedged between Sam's leg and his hip. He slowly slid his hand down a short ways until his hand came in contact with the butt of a pistol. Once he felt his fingers wrap around the gun, Steve felt far more comfortable. He knew what he could do with a pistol at such short range. If either of the two men made an aggressive move, he could kill them both in seconds. What worried him now was whether the two men had any comrades with them that Steve could not see.

One of the men took a step toward Steve and the sleeping girls. Steve felt he no longer had the luxury of waiting to find out if they were others with the two men. He sat up quickly and brought his gun around as his finger tightened on the trigger.



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The two men immediately froze when Steve pointed the handgun at them. Steve risked a few quick glances around to determine if the two had any companions somewhere close. He saw no one else. By this time the girls were awake. Roxie was struggling to pull her shirt on while Sam clung to her.

Steve carefully stood as he studied the two men. They didn't look like cartel men. They were very poorly dressed and one was much older than the other. Both men were heavily armed, however, and Steve was concerned about them trying to collect the bounty placed on his head.

"Mr. Hammer," began the younger man in excellent English. "We are here to help you. My father and I have brought you some very good weapons which we have accumulated over the past twenty months. We hope you'll consider us for the reward when you safely return to the United States."

"What? The reward? What am I missing? You two have to help the cartel catch me to collect that money. I hate to disappoint you, but that isn't going to happen!" stated Steve emphatically as he raised his gun higher in a threatening manner.

"Not that reward!" explained the younger man quickly. "No one believes Juan Flores would ever pay that money. I'm talking about the million dollars American if we help you escape. That's what it says on this paper."

The young man carefully extended his hand and showed a flyer to Steve. Watching the man closely, Steve took the paper from his hand and passed it to Roxie.

"Read that to me while I keep my eyes on these guys. I want to hear every word exactly as it's written," instructed Steve to the teen.

Roxie looked at the paper for a few second before she broke into a huge smile and began reading. "Lady in Red Productions is offering the sum of one million American dollars to anyone who actively helps Steve Hammer, Samantha Thompson, and Roxanne Thompson return to the United States in good health. This payment is personally promised, and guaranteed, by Gwen Anderson, Jordan Quick, and the Lady in Red Production Company. It's signed By Gwen Anderson and Jordan Quick! It looks like the same message is written in Spanish, too."

Steve briefly considered the information Roxie had just given him. He had to admit that it sounded like something Gwen would do.

"Do you really believe that they would pay you all of this money, if you help us?" asked Steve of the two men. 

"With all due respect, we totally trust Gwen Anderson and Jordan Quick. We know they're extremely wealthy and donate large sums to charity. Everyone knows about the hospital in Kiev, the new one in your home town, and the many things you all have done to help others. They'll keep their promise. It's also very well known that they're both extremely fond of you, to say the least," responded the younger man with a smile.

"So you'll help us for money? You want to be the richest guy in this part of Colombia? Is that your goal," asked Steve suspiciously. "You don't look greedy enough, or crazy enough, to risk your lives for any amount of dinero. It's no good if you're dead." 

"It isn't for us," replied the son evenly. "My sister's son is very ill. He needs much better care than we can afford to give him. If we earn the reward, we'll take him to America, to the new hospital in your town. We'll have enough money for the best care possible."

"I see," responded Steve slowly as he considered the man's words. "Why isn't the boy's father here helping, too? It seems like he'd be the first one to risk his life for his son."

"The cartel men caught him hiding a girl they were searching for. She came to my brother along the road and begged for his help. He tried to hide her in his small home, but someone saw her with him and reported it to the cartel. Flores himself, along with his son, came to my sister's home with many men. They dragged the girl out and raped her repeatedly in front of my sister, her son, and her husband. Then they laughed as Flores shot the girl in the head. Then his son shot my brother-in-law, while my sister and her boy watched. Flores told them he was a merciful leader and would allow my sister and her child live. Then he and his men drove away." 

"That explains a few things," conceded Steve. "You want to save your nephew, and you can make some money at the same time. And you don't trust Flores. Now I understand your motivation. So what's with all of those rifles? Do you want to fight Flores army? That would get you killed pretty fast," predicted Steve.

"No, we're not trained soldiers. The rifles are for you. They're very powerful and shoot a great distance. Tomorrow you'll need them when the cartel catches you by the river."

"Why don't I like the sound of that? Why do you think the cartel will catch us anyplace, let alone by the river?" questioned Steve.

"I have been listening to their communications. Cell phones are useless here, so they use radios. I happen to have one that allows me to listen to everything they say. They have been told by someone that you are in the area. They've determined that you'll try to reach the river and possibly travel down it. They expect to intercept you with a hundred men or more."

Steve did his best to conceal his surprise. The man had just described his plan, more or less! He was under the impression that no one had seen him and the girls and their whereabouts was unknown.

"Are they at the river now, waiting for us to walk into a trap?" demanded Steve as he forced himself to remain calm and consider his situation carefully. The two girls needed him to make the right decisions. 

"There are a few dozen there watching for you. Flores and his son expect to join them tomorrow. They are a couple hours north, but will be driving down to meet them."

Steve considered his predicament for a few minutes as the girls sat in the shade and waited. The two men watched Steve as he thought over the information they had given him.

"Even if we go another way, we'll still need to find transportation to get out of this part of the world. Otherwise, we'll be in this jungle for months. Maybe we can find a car, or a motorcycle, so we can travel faster. If you guys are going to wring a million bucks out of me, you'd better have some ideas. You won't get paid if we don't make it," reminded Steve. "Do you know where we can get some sort of transportation?"

"My cousin has a friend that flies a helicopter. He has flown into this area a few times. Flores thought he was transporting drugs for a rival, so he put the word out that he'd kill my cousin's friend if he came back. He'd be willing to pick you up and fly you and the girls to safety," suggested the young Colombian.

"Well great! Have him pick us up in ten minutes. We'll be out of here, and you'll be a lot richer," responded Steve sarcastically. 

"There's just one problem," replied the young man, ignoring Steve's obvious disbelief. "He won't fly in until you kill Flores and his son. His fear of them exceeds his desire for money."

"I see," nodded Steve. "All I have to do is survive the ambush Flores has set up for me, kill him and his worthless son, and then give you, your father, and some friend of a cousin of yours each a million dollars, and I'll be homeward bound. Does that pretty well cover it?" 

"Not quite," admitted the young Colombian sheepishly. "My father asks for no money. He only wants you to take my sister and her son with you to America, and get him into your hospital."

"That's all?" replied Steve with sarcasm. "I'm committed to getting these two girls back home. Now you want to add a sick child and her mother? I don't even know who, or where they are, or how to get them to the helicopter, if I manage to get the guy to fly here. Wait! Let me guess. You've got that figured out, too?"

"Within half an hour of the deaths of Flores and his son, the helicopter will arrive to pick you and the girls up. It will then fly to my father's house, where my sister and her son will join you for the trip to an undetermined location. From there, you will be flown back to your home town, in a somewhat covert manner, but the final result will see you reaching Sparta," promised the man. "You will owe me, the helicopter pilot, the plane pilot, and possibly one more pilot one million dollars each.

"It sounds like you've given this some thought," admitted Steve. "Do you have any ideas on how to, ... ah, terminate those two? When we reach Sparta, I'll see that everyone is paid."

"That, Mr. Hammer, is your field of expertise. These weapons should be a great help. My father will return home now and have my sister prepare to leave for the U.S. She and her son have passports and visas, although you will most definitely not be passing through customs," chuckled the man grimly. "It's better to ask forgiveness than permission." 

"Let me have a look at those rifles," insisted Steve. "I need to know what I'm dealing with here." 

The man placed the boxes on the ground and handed Steve the rifles. Steve checked the first rifle. Steve's eyes lit up when he realized that it was a Remington M24A3SWS chambered for the .338 Lapua Magnum with a Leupold scope. The second rifle was simply a standard Remington .300 Magnum hunting rifle. While not likely to be as accurate at greater distances, it would be very effective within four hundred yards. Steve looked in the boxes the men had placed on the ground to find magazines and ammunition for the weapons.

"You'll have to help us carry these weapons to the ridge we passed a few miles back. Then you can sit back and watch, and be ready to call in that helicopter," predicted Steve. "Come on, girls. We've got some ground to cover."

Steve recalled how the road had snaked its way through a ravine in the mountains a few miles back. He decided that it would be the best place to make his stand against the cartel forces. They would be expecting him to be by the river, thus never anticipating any trouble in the mountains.

The sisters never complained as they backtracked. They circled around away from the road and steadily climbed up the rocky terrain above the small highway. Steve finally signaled for the group to stop. He surveyed the road below and nodded. 

The road from the north entered the cut in the mountains to Steve's left and made a sharp turn, almost directly north. It ran that way for a few hundred yards then looped back south again, passing almost directly below Steve's vantage point.

"I'll need your name, or you'll never get your money," stated Steve to the Colombian as he was preparing to leave. 

"My sister will give you all the information you need," assured the man. "You have to stay alive; that and kill the father and son Flores. If you make it to the states, I'll be watching my bank account." 

"Do you think we'll ever make it out of here?" asked a worried Roxie. "I was starting to think that if we walked long and far enough, we'd make it. Now it looks like we're in for a fight. I'm just glad that you're on our side."

"I'm sorry you girls have to be involved in this. I want you both to stay down in this little ravine and keep these magazines loaded with shells. Think you can do that?" asked Steve somewhat gently. "I'm going to be busy doing my best to keep those men from catching us and I'll need your help."

"Sure, we can do that! I watched you put the bullets in two of them and it looked pretty simple. Maybe we should practice some before things start getting hot," suggested Roxie. "We don't want to let you down."

Steve emptied two magazines and had the girls practice filling them. It was a relatively simple task and the girls had no trouble performing it.

"We have two different calibers, so you each will have your own box of shells to fill your own magazines. These black ones will be the ones you fill, Sam. You use shells from that box. Roxie, you have the gray ones and will use this box. That's all you have to remember, along with keeping your heads down. We'll be home in a couple days or so and this'll just be a memory," promised Steve with considerably more confidence than he felt.

He was extremely worried about getting the girls home. He saw it as his duty and he hated the idea of failing, and of harm coming to the girls. He knew the risks he could face when he joined the military, but the two girls never signed up for any of this. He'd do his best and hope it was be good enough.

It was a couple hours before dusk when he saw the procession headed toward him. There were six trucks with about ten men in each. A large Mercedes limo followed a half mile behind them. The windows were darkly tinted, but Steve felt it was likely that the two Flores were riding in the luxury car.

"Aren't you going to shoot them?" asked Roxie as she peered over the rock ledge next to Steve. "There's getting really close."

"We have to wait until we can inflict the most casualties," replied Steve as he watched the procession start through the mountain cut. 

The trucks were spaced rather far apart, so the lead truck was almost out of the ravine as the last truck was headed into it. "You girls get down now, and stay down."

Steve had already lined up the dozen old grenades he had appropriated the day he found the girls. They were sitting on a rock bench a foot below the top of the ledge. As he picked one up, he considered what he was about to do. It was apparent to him now that the cartel was able to keep up with his general location. They were determined to catch him and the girls. 

Their hiding and traveling mostly at night had not gotten them very far in the rough terrain. The girls were losing weight and showing signs of anxiety. It had become obvious to Steve that what he had been doing wasn't working very well. They were still alive, but in constant danger.

Steve had attended classes on war and strategy. He knew he had to shake his enemy to the core, destroy its morale, and kill the leadership, if possible. If he didn't, it was unlikely that he and the girls would survive the ordeal. Knowing that he would have a way out of the country if he was successful had been the deciding factor.

Once he decided on a course of action, Steve made his preparations. He forced himself to consider how he would inflict maximum pain and suffering on his enemy. He had to think of them as the enemy and be ruthless in his plans. His safety and the safety of the two sisters required it.

Steve watched the trucks as they moved along the road through the narrow ravine . The road was winding and rough, thus limiting the speed the vehicles could travel. He took a quick breath and stood. He began throwing the grenades at the moving vehicles below him. He threw three as quickly as he could at the first three trucks.

Without taking the time to see where his throws landed, he turned and threw two more grenades at the last two trucks as they entered the ravine to his left. As he let go of those grenades, he heard the first concussion. He turned back to look at the lead vehicle. It was smashed against the side of the ravine with fire and smoke billowing from it. Several bodies were littered along the road behind it. The second vehicle was jammed against the rock with smoke pouring out from under the hood. Armed men were awkwardly climbing off the back of the truck. The third vehicle was stopped, but appeared to have avoided any direct damage. Men were looking over the back of the vehicle, pointing their weapons in various directions. That had not yet located Steve's position.

Steve quickly glanced at the last two trucks he had targeted. The last truck in the convoy had apparently taken a direct hit. It sat in the road engulfed in flames with no movement from within. The truck directly in front of it was on its side. Men were scurrying from it like rats from a sinking ship.

"Okay, girls, keep your heads down and be ready to reload. Steve hefted the .300 Magnum and took aim. He looked for men that carried weapons and seemed intent on locating him. Knowing the shocking power of the big caliber, Steve aimed for shoulders and knees when possible. No man would have any desire to carry on the battle after being struck by the lead projectile Steve was sending their way.

He steeled himself against feeling empathy for the men he shot. They were trying to capture and/or kill him. The atrocities they had committed over the past few years were well known. Still, Steve felt conflicted as he quickly went from target to target, maiming most and killing some. He put the empty rifle down near Roxie and picked up the .338.

This time he concentrated on the men that were further away. They were seeking shelter in the large rocks along the road. They had determined Steve's position and were firing their assault rifles at him. The distance where most of the men had taken refuge was over three hundred yards.

Steve doubted many of the men had been properly trained with their weapons. With open sights, the fear of being shot, and the limitations of their weapons, Steve felt that he was relatively safe as long as he presented a very small target. He methodically began picking off the men shooting at him. He simply waited for one to look around or over a rock and quickly squeezed off a shot. He found two brave souls attempting to climb up a rock wall off to his left. Two quick shots brought them down.

By this time bullets were spraying around his hiding place. He put the .338 next to Sam and picked the loaded .300 up again. He worked a round into the chamber and resumed firing. Targets were harder to find, but Steve was patient. He shot only at men indicating they wanted to continue the fight. He ignored the wounded men, as well as those helping them as they crawled or staggered to hiding spots.

The sun was beginning to set when Steve saw the opportunity he had hoped for. There were only a hand full of fighting men left, and they had pretty much lost their appetite for the battle. They seemed content to sit behind large boulders and wait for dark.

Up the road, less than a mile away, Steve saw two figures standing by the Mercedes. One was obviously Flores. He was said to weigh almost four hundred pounds. A man fitting that description stood next to a tall, much thinner man. There were several other men moving back and forth, apparently following various orders from their boss.

Steve picked up the .338 and carefully adjusted the scope. He judged the distance to be about 1000 meters, well within the killing range of the rifle in his hands. He carefully cradled the weapon and took slow measured breaths. Steve decided to go for the son first as he would likely be quicker to react to a bullet hitting his father. Roxie had seen Steve change from the direction he had been aiming and peeked over the rocks to see what he was doing. She barely sighted the two men by the car, when the rifle in Steve's arms barked.

Steve quickly worked the bolt, sliding a fresh cartridge into the chamber and took aim. He saw the tall men slump to the ground and the obese one turn to look at what Steve assumed was his son. Once again, the rifle in Steve's arms erupted. Roxie watched spellbound as the larger man staggered and slowly collapsed.

Something struck the rock next to Steve's head and sent shards into the side of his face. Steve pulled his hand gun from his waist as he turned to face his attackers. Two men were taking aim at him with their handguns as Steve felt the gun in his hand buck against his palm. Both men fell over backwards, but not before getting off several more shots.

"Damn it!" cursed Steve as he brought his hand to his left shoulder. Blood was already running down his arm. He walked over to the two dead men and roughly ripped a handful of one man's shirt from his dead body. Steve folded the strip into a square bandage. Then he reached down and yanked most of the remaining shirt from the dead man's torso. He wrapped it over his shoulder and around his arm. Then he turned to look at Roxie.




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"Take your jacket off and I'll tie it around your chest. This is the way Gwen Anderson wrapped up your bullet wound when those terrorists attacked your school. I saw the TV movie," prattled Roxie as she brought the ends together and tied them. 

"Do you think the guy will come with the helicopter? You killed both of those bastards," stated Roxie quite calmly. "You took the fight out of the cartel guys down in the road, but I'd feel a lot better if we were flying home right now."

"Let's gather up what we can carry and start for the pickup point. We'll know within the next hour if the guy's coming for us. If he doesn't we have to be ready to keep walking. It might be a little hot around here for a few days," replied Steve as he carefully slung the rifles over his good shoulder. That's when he noticed the pain in his leg.

"You've been hit in the leg!" worried Roxie. "Does it hurt much? Can you walk? Want me to put a bandage on it?"

"I can walk and it isn't bleeding very much, so let's get moving. We don't want to be late if that helicopter shows up," reasoned Steve as he ushered the girls down a nearly invisible path.

Gwen had managed to regain her poise as her mother and friends offered encouragement to her. Steve was in a tight spot, but from the news reports, it sounded like he was more than holding his own. Dark was falling on the area and the cable news channel reported that the shooting seemed to have abated. 

Gwen was drinking some water and listening to the news cast when a familiar face walked onto the stage. 

"Nadiya! I didn't know you were coming! It's great to see you again. I'm glad you're here. It's great to have friends at a time like this," admitted Gwen as she warmly embraced her friend form the Ukraine.

"I am sorry I couldn't make it sooner. By the time I got to Washington, you had returned to Sparta. I had to come. I will not let my best friends suffer so without me. You, Jordan, and Steve have done so much for my country, I could not live with myself if I did not stand by your side in such a difficult time," stated the blonde Ukrainian with considerable emotion. "My father sends his love, and told me to tell you that Steve Hammer is too much man for outlaws to bring down. Father says he will come home to you, to all of us."

"Your dad is a pretty sharp guy. I hope he's right on this one. Steve will make it home to us," asserted Gwen.

"The people of my country are watching this situation with great interest," assured Nadiya. "They still speak of the week Kiev was home to the famous, generous Americans. It was one of those moments to which all other things are compared. Everyone knows where they were the night of the Freedom Concert. It was a defining point in our nation's history. You, Jordan, and Steve are now legend." 

"That was an amazing trip," offered Jordan. "Your country treated us so well. We fell in love with Kiev and its people. Gwen has been talking about a trip back, once she finishes med school. We'd love to play there again."

Gwen couldn't hold back the smile that crossed her lips as she thought back to the day she learned the president wanted her, Jordan, Steve, and Charlie's band to travel to the Ukraine and perform.

It was in the spring of her second year at Stanford. She had taken a current events history course as an elective. It was supposed to be an interesting class with a very well known professor. It was late April and she was sitting in her seat taking notes as the professor gave his lecture.

Gwen's phone vibrated, so she quickly glanced at it to see who was calling. There was a strictly enforced rule against allowing phones to ring, talking on phones, or even texting in class. When Gwen saw the caller I.D., she quickly stood and left the lecture hall. 

Five minutes later, she quietly returned to her seat and picked up her note book. "Perhaps you can explain to the rest of us just what was so important that you felt you had to leave class to use your phone," suggested Professor Yurchenko sarcastically. "We're on the edge of our seats, Ms. Anderson."

At first, Gwen felt her face go warm as everyone turned to watch her. Then she felt annoyed at the man's obvious sarcasm directed at her.

"If you insist, Sir," replied Gwen with more than a little of her own sarcasm. "The White House just requested that I, along with some of my friends, travel to Kiev next week. We are going to help represent the United States at the ceremony swearing in the new Prime Minister and cabinet. As you've been pointing out to us students, the Ukraine is undergoing a lot of changes as it struggles toward democracy, and free trade with the West. I am expected to answer my phone when the White house calls." 

"Really? President Hanson has asked you and your friends to attend the ceremonies next week? That's a great honor! As you all know, I emigrated from the Ukraine many years ago, when it was part of the Soviet Union. I grew up in, and went to school in Kiev. This is extremely exciting.

"You'll miss several classes, at the very least, but you'll be allowed to make them up with video reports to the class while you're in Kiev, and a detailed discussion of the events that transpired upon your return. See me after class to work out the details," stated Yurchenko, leaving no room for discussion. 

Later that day, Gwen received a call from Nadiya. "Hello, Gwen? I know that you and Steve and Jordan are coming to Kiev for the inauguration of our new government. My father wanted me to ask if you would bring your band and give a concert like you did in Sochi. You know that we are at odds with the Russians at this time. It would be a huge public relations success if you would entertain for the people of a small, poor country like ours."

"Nadiya, don't start 'poor little me' routine with me. I know you have a master's degree, and have appeared in a couple of very successful movies, as well as have a father very high up in the Ukraine government. You're beautiful, smart, and talented. Don't try to play me like you do most of the men you come across," laughed Gwen. "Just play to our friendship and you'll get about anything we have to give. You've become a very close friend."

"You say that now, but when I was kissing your big, strong American boyfriend, maybe you weren't thinking such friendly thoughts," teased Nadiya.

"Truthfully, I never blamed you for kissing him. You'd be crazy to not kiss him when you get the chance. That was my fault for creating that situation, which you so skillfully helped me defuse. I know it was a sacrifice and you did it for me. I never thanked you properly. How about I try to talk Steve and Jordan and the band into putting on a show in Kiev to show my appreciation for kissing Steve for me?" 

"You would do that for me over a little kiss? What would you do for me if I slept with the guy to save your romance?" questioned Nadiya. "Buy me a castle?"

"More like scratch your eyes out," responded Gwen quickly. "I won't be making that mistake again, so don't entertain the idea that you'll have to sleep with Steve to help me out. That isn't going to happen!"

"Okay, be ungrateful," replied Nadiya with a sigh. "But you'll be very grateful when you see where you'll be playing if you do talk your friends into performing in Kiev. We will have a stage built in Independence Square for the political speeches. The very next day, you will be on it, performing for Kiev and the entire Ukraine. 

"The unrest that forced the old government from office was centered in the square. It was badly damaged, but it has been repaired and will be ready for the festivities next week. There will many thousands coming to see the famous American singers and movie stars!" predicted Nadiya. "It will be a real boost to my father's position in the government, as well as among our countrymen. No one else in Kiev can claim the friendship of such important world citizens."

When Steve made his nightly call to Gwen, she wasted no time explaining Nadiya's request. "So her dad asked her to ask us to perform while we're there. They'll have a big stage built in Independence Square, so there'll be room for a lot of people to watch us."

"Do you realize how many people can fit into that square?" asked Steve. "If it's half full, we'll be playing to a hundred thousand people! We don't even know if they like our music. It'd be pretty embarrassing if there are only a couple hundred fans watching."

"I don't think that'll happen from the way Nadiya talked. She thinks they'll come for miles to hear us. So, what do you think? Jordan said she and Charlie are up for it. The band will go since it's another big payday for them. I think Mom can get some cash from a few outlets to broadcast the show, or buy the video to show some other time. They're about seven to ten hours ahead of the US, as far as time zones are concerned. Night there will be afternoon here."

"Count me in!" responded Steve enthusiastically. "You need to let the state department know what we plan before we agree, so we don't make them look bad if they decide against it. You also need to talk to your mom about being certain that our people get to set up a good sound system. That's a huge area to cover and we'll need a lot of speakers, or no one will hear us.

"What about the money? We can't seem to stop making it. Your mom is doing a super job, but I think we need to start spending more on charities. We have to get together with Jordan and embrace some good causes. That'll be an important thing to discuss on the trip. We agreed when we began all of this that we'd do what we could to help the less fortunate. We need to do exactly that."

"You're right," agreed Gwen. "The hospital in Sparta is well under way and it's completely funded. I really believe that our success came because we weren't doing it for ourselves. We need to keep that in mind. If we make many more movies like the 'Sparta' trilogy, we won't be able to spend enough money to keep up with the income. You had a brilliant idea with that project."

"What I had was some beautiful and talented ladies, some great screen writers, and very good directors. If someone else besides you, Jordan, Lisa, Kate and the rest had been the stars, it never would have had the success. We both know where the credit for the success lies," insisted Steve.

"We never agree when we have this discussion, but I've come to realize that's a good thing. Modesty becomes you. I'll start the ball rolling for this concert once the state department gives us the go ahead. Our people will find a suitable place to practice while we're there. We'll turn that town upside down!" 

The following Sunday, Gwen, Steve, Jordan, Charlie, Ashley, Paula, Ted, and Kate, along with the band members, landed in Kiev. As soon as they cleared customs, Steve found himself catching a blonde bombshell as she threw herself into his arms.

"Thank you all so much!" squealed Nadiya before giving Steve a long kiss on the lips. "We are being watched and filmed for our news programs. I wanted everyone in the Ukraine to know that Steve and I are still very good friends, even though he dumped me for Gwen in New York after just a couple of kisses.

"Gwen! You look gorgeous!" gushed Nadiya as she hugged Gwen tightly before turning to Jordan and embracing her. "Every time I see you, Jordan, I'm awe struck by your beauty." 

Nadiya hugged Charlie, Paula, Ted, Kate and Ashley. "I see the beautiful teacher is a permanent fixture around Steve. I don't blame you but wonder how you managed to sneak in under Gwen's nose. She won't let me even get close to her handsome boyfriend."

"You had me fooled a minute ago when you were kissing him," replied Ashley with a smile. "I left teaching and I'm the go-to girl for Lady in Red Productions. I assist Paula, Gwen, Jordan, and Steve when I can. Please don't let Gwen know how I feel about Steve, and I won't say anything about how much you like him. She's very jealous. "

"Yeah! If I was the jealous type, I never would've survived Jordan, Lisa, Kate, Ashley, Becky... well, you get the idea. It's great to finally make a trip to the Ukraine. We're anxious to see the sights and help your country celebrate its progress toward free trade and reformed government. Look how excited everyone is!"

"This is huge for my country," insisted Nadiya. "We've had a very dark period with a lot of protests, damage, and injuries. Now we are forming a new government and the most famous Americans in the world are here to celebrate with us! I'm so proud to be considered one of your friends. As you all know, I'm just a little girl from the Ukraine."

"Sure, we've heard all of that crap before," laughed Kate. "The fact that you have a few college degrees, are beautiful, have a famous father, travel all over the world, and even had a big role in a blockbuster movie kind of ruins your 'little girl from the Ukraine' shtick."

Nadiya escorted the group to the best hotel in the city and made certain everything was to their liking. "I know you want to have a nice lunch and take a nap with me after that long trip. I have a room reserved for you."

"Is that a room to dine in, or for you and Steve to 'nap' in?" asked Kate quickly.

"You're not going to let me forget that I asked you to join Gwen and me for lunch and a nap, are you?" chuckled Steve. "I thought I misspoke at the time, but I've learned since that it was merely a Freudian slip." 

"Oh, really?" asked Gwen with arched eyebrows. "You're saying that you'd like to sleep with this little nymph?"

"Is that a trick question?" replied Steve with a grin. "Look at her! I'd have to be gay to answer that any way but in the positive. She's so darn cute, I could just..."

"Never mind! We'd love to have you join us for a nice lunch, Nadiya. It would be really great if you joined us after our nap to show us your beautiful city. I hope that makes everything very clear," stated Gwen as she wrapped her arms around Steve's arm and smiled. 

Later that evening, as Steve and Gwen were preparing for bed, Gwen questioned Steve. "You certainly paid a lot of attention to Nadiya today. You must have asked her a thousand questions. It's all suspiciously like our trip to Moscow. Mom and Dad noticed it. Dad even said you appeared extremely interested in the politics of the regions and wondered if you had an agenda other than creating good will with a concert and a lot of hand shaking."

"I'm that obvious? I'll have to curb my question asking," replied Steve. "I had a little tete a tete with President Hanson a few days back. The Ukraine is embracing western trade and culture a little too strongly as far as Russia is concerned. Russia was very strong interest in what transpires here. They pipe natural gas across the country and use the ports in the Crimea, which is populated mostly by Russian speaking people.

"The U.S. would dearly love to bump Russia out of the Ukraine, but I don't think it's possible. Russia has so much at stake that it would fight before it could allow that to happen. The U.S. needs to be realistic, and so does the Ukraine. Russia will not roll over on this issue. That's how I see it."

"Uh, oh! Does this mean you may be doing diplomacy while you're here? Are you representing President Hanson?" asked Gwen with some amazement.

"No, I'm not. He made it clear that I cannot speak for the United States government. I can, however, learn as much as possible about the various forces at play and see if I can see any way out of this impending international crises. Secretary of State Rosen is shuttling back and forth between Moscow and Kiev, trying to reach a solution. President Hanson feels that Rosen is very capable, but lacks imagination. He doesn't think outside the box, so he wants our perspective on the situation here."

"All of this international intrigue makes me all wet and horny," revealed Gwen as she removed her bra and panties. "Can you think of any solutions for my current situation, Secret Agent Man?"

Steve stepped in close behind Gwen and gently cupped her breasts in his big hands. He rolled her nipples between his thumb and fingers as he kissed her neck and shoulders. 

"Hmmmm," groaned Gwen as Steve explored her body with his hands. "You know what I like, and you do it so well. Make love to me. Remind again why I love you so much."

The next morning was spent rehearsing songs for the Friday night concert. The afternoon saw the Americans walking the streets of Kiev with Nadiya acting as tour guide. At one point, they passed near a well worn playground. Several parents were there with quite a few kids. When the children saw Gwen and Jordan, they immediately ran to the pretty Americans.

Gwen and Jordan were delighted and squatted down to receive the children. Gwen noticed that a couple of the small children had scars and one even had a deformed arm.

"What's happened to these children?" asked Gwen as she hugged the ones that would come close. "They have scars and a couple seem to have had broken bones that never healed properly."

"This is the poorer part of a relatively poor city. The children do not receive medical care for the most part. If they are injured in an accident or fire, they are lucky to receive even minimum care. It's just how it is in this part of the world. I'm sorry you had to see it, but it exists. I cannot just show you all beauty and light and avoid the rest," replied a somber Nadiya.

"These children are wearing old and badly worn clothing. We can help with that, at the very least," insisted Jordan as she stood back up. "Please ask the ladies caring for the kids to bring them with us to that store we saw a couple blocks back."

"That's a great idea!" beamed Gwen as she watched and listened to Nadiya speak to the women. It took some back and forth, but the women finally nodded as Nadiya led then back down the street. 

When they reached what appeared to be a department store, Nadiya turned the group into the building. They had barely made it inside when a well dressed, but obviously agitated man hurried up to Nadiya. He was talking rapidly and pointing to the door. Steve's knowledge of Russian enabled to get the gist of the man's rant. 

Steve stepped in front of Nadiya and spoke sternly to the man in Russian. It was readily apparent that the man knew what Steve was saying. Understanding swept over his face. He suddenly smiled and gestured for everyone to enter and shop. 

"Tell the children, and the women with them that they should get anything, and everything they need. We'll pay for it. Tell them not to hold back," insisted Gwen to Nadiya. 

Steve, Charlie, and Ted found seats and watched in wonder as the women spread out and began helping the children find clothes that fit. Two hours and almost 12,000 Hryvnia later, the shopping was finally over.

"That was so much fun!" laughed Kate. "That sour faced guy sure changed his tune when Steve got in his face. Did you see how big his smile was when he rang up all the charges? Those kids were so sweet. How many times did they thank us? It's sure better being rich, or having a rich sister anyway, than being poor."

"Kate, whatever Steve and I have, we'll always share with you. We're family. We have each other, and always will," promised Gwen.

Word spread of the generous Americans visiting the city. After each morning's practice, the group would spend the afternoons walking the city. Soon they'd find dozens of children, along with a fair number of parental figures, crowding around them. Then it was off to nearby stores to shop for the children.

"Steve, there's so many children without proper clothes here. I wonder about food. Then there's the fact that they receive practically no health care," stated Gwen sadly as they prepared for bed Wednesday evening. "We're helping a very small percentage, for a short time, but I'd like to do something longer lasting. I'd like to help the kids of Kiev have a better life than they do. Would you mind if I called Jordan and asked her and Charlie to join us for awhile. I'd like to run something by the three of you, if you aren't too tired."




Lady in Red Pt. 02 Ch. 05



Steve instantly knew that Gwen was extremely serious and needed his support. He picked up his cell and hit a number. "Charlie? Gwen's got something she'd like to talk to Jordan, you, and me about. Could you come over to our suite? We'll use the hot tub, and have what I'm guessing, will be an important conversation." 

"I should invite Mom and Dad, but you went and mentioned the hot tub, so they won't be comfortable coming over. But that's okay. We can talk to mom later," conceded Gwen. 

Steve hit another number on his phone. "Paula? I hope I didn't wake you. Gwen has something important she wants to discuss with Jordan and Charlie and you and Ted. We're going to be naked in our hot tub, having a deep conversation. You and Ted are invited. You can wear suits if you like. We're easy. The door will be unlocked if you get here after we're already in the tub."

Gwen just stared at Steve for a minute. "We'd better unlock the door and climb into the tub. It's going to be pretty embarrassing if Dad comes, Smart-ass!"

A short while later, Jordan and Charlie walked into the huge bathroom to find Gwen and Steve sitting together in the tub. Jordan dropped the robe off her shoulders and climbed in, sitting next to Gwen. Charlie shrugged, dropped his robe and took a seat next to Jordan.

"We have to wait a few minutes to see if my parents are coming. This wise guy sitting naked next to me invited them over. He told them we'd be naked in the hot tub and they could join us for a serious conversation."

"Your dad?" grinned Jordan. "Cool. He's a good looking guy, if you don't mind my saying so. I'd love to see him climb in and join us. We know that Charlie, and especially Steve, would love to have your mom join us. This could be quite interesting."

Just a short time later, the group in the tub heard the door open and close and soon two figures walked into the room. "Kate? Ashley? What are you doing here? Where are Mom and Dad?"

"I heard Mom talking to Dad about a meeting in a hot tub. I figured out was going on. I told them I wanted to go with them, but Dad said he couldn't get into a tub naked with his daughters, so he and Mom are sitting this one out. I asked Ashley if she wanted in on a big pow-wow. As much as she hates to have Steve see her naked, her curiosity won out," smirked Kate as she dropped her robe and looked at Steve as she posed directly in front of him. 

Steve struggled to remain calm as he slowly looked Kate over from head to toe. He could see Gwen looking from Kate to him, and back to Kate. Both girls were watching him closely for his reaction. He knew that it meant a lot to Kate to be appreciated, but he didn't want to upset Gwen. Considering the situation, Steve determined his course of action.

"You're absolutely stunning, Kate. Your figure is very much like Gwen's and that's an excellent way to look. You've become a beautiful woman."

Kate broke into a huge smile as she stepped into the water and sat down on Steve's lap. "I've wanted to do this for almost three years! I hated being the only woman in the family that never got to show you my boobs. The good thing about waiting is that they're bigger now than they were a couple years ago. Do you think they're big enough?"

Everyone broke into laughter at Kate's question. Her breasts were full and firm and no one would think they were too small. Ashley quietly dropped her robe and sat down next to Steve while everyone was still chuckling at Kate. 

"You're absolutely perfect. I can't believe that you could doubt it. Women would kill to have your looks and figure," suggested Steve as his eyes showed Kate his appreciation of her charms.

"You don't know what it's like having Lisa and Gwen for big sisters. They're beautiful and famous. Gwen has you and Lisa has Jason. You're two of the best guys on the planet. It's all pretty daunting," admitted Kate. "I can't wait to tell Stephanie that I beat her to the punch. She'll be so jealous."

"If it were with anyone but Steve, I'd say you girls had a pretty weird competition going," laughed Ashley. "As it is, I understand perfectly. We need to always thank Gwen, and Jordan, for being so secure and generous with their guys. Being friends with all of you is the best thing that ever could have happened for me. Now, why are we here, not that I'm complaining."

"Yeah, let's focus on my reasons for asking you all here, rather than on my little sister's incredible body," began Gwen as she winked at Kate perched on Steve's lap. "Our movie trilogy from last summer has been a huge money maker. We have almost a billion dollars at our disposal after our movies, TV shows, recordings, and concerts. These numbers are mind boggling. 

"What are we doing with the money? Are we helping people as much as we should, as much as we could? I've been thinking about it lately. A lot of the money comes from international sales and rentals of our music, movies... everything.

"I hope you don't get upset with me, but was thinking that we could fund a children's hospital here in Kiev. We could promise around two hundred million to build it and maybe another hundred million to keep it running. I didn't crunch any numbers or anything. I just made them up, so it could be less, but probably more.

"I know it isn't the U.S., but should we limit ourselves to America, or try to help where it's needed most? It's just an idea. If you don't like it, just say so. I won't be upset," finished Gwen.

"Let me get this straight," responded Jordan. "You're asking if I'd go along with spending a crap load of money helping the kids in this country, and in this part of the world? Money that we worked for and earned for Lady in Red Productions?"

"Yes, that pretty well covers it. I know it's a lot of money to spend, but it doesn't do anyone much good sitting in the bank. Maybe it's too much to spend in one place, especially in a foreign country," replied a downcast Gwen.

"I wish your mom was able to hear this," chuckled Jordan. "Besides Steve ogling her, she'd also be very proud of you. Gwen, the money doesn't mean anything to me. I have enough income from my records and investments to live comfortably even in there were no Lady in Red Productions. It's the honor of living and working with you, Steve, Charlie, and everyone else that makes my life so great. I'm in, with no qualms or reservations."

"Oh, Jordan! You're a wonderful sister and friend! Thanks for that support," gushed Gwen as she hugged Jordan before turning to Steve. "What do you think? Is it too much money, or too hard to do, or something?"

"Do you have any idea how difficult it is to refuse you anything right now? You're incredible. You're sitting here naked with me, your amazing sister is naked on my lap, another bombshell is next to me naked, and Jordan Quick is across from me naked! There's no blood at all reaching my brain. I'll go along with anything you want," replied Steve with a crooked grin.

"Wow! Are you telling me that anytime I want you to do something for me, all I have to do is get these three blondes naked, with us naked, and you'll go along with anything?" asked Gwen with a straight face.

"Yes, that's pretty much what I'm saying. What do you think, Charlie? Am I being foolish?" asked Steve of his friend.

"Not even a little. I understand completely and would like to include myself in that situation. If Jordan wants anything..."

"Okay! I get it! You men are so pathetic. All it takes is a few beautiful, naked women and you're putty in our hands. You should be ashamed for being so easy, so shallow, so male," scolded Jordan before breaking into laughter. "But that's one of the things that I love about you guys. If we all waved our girls in your faces, we could take a hundred million dollars from you and you wouldn't even care. God, I love having men this easy to control!"

"I hate to disagree with you, Jordan, but Steve sure doesn't feel like putty in my hands!" groaned Kate as she opened her eyes as wide as she could. Then she placed an arm around Steve's neck while rubbing her breasts against his chest. She looked at Steve as he closed his eyes and moaned softly.

"Anytime you need me to help you persuade Steve about something, just let me know. He always acted so big and tough, but now I know that a few little girls can make him weak in the knees. This is as good as I dreamed it would be. Thanks, Gwen!"

"I think you'd better get off his lap pretty soon," observed Gwen as she watched Steve's face turn red. "He's not as young as he used to be and you're obviously causing a lot of stress for him. Besides, Ashley's waiting for her turn."

"Do you realize what just happened here?' asked Ashley as she stood and tapped Kate on the shoulder. "You were discussing spending two or three hundred million dollars and you got sidetracked about nude women and how they control these two horny guys. We need to stay on topic with this idea. Kate, slide off Steve's lap so I can see if my feminine guiles have any effect on him."

Kate grinned as she got off Steve's lap and forced her ass between Gwen and Steve. Gwen sighed as she slid a foot to her right to make room for Kate. Ashley sat sideways on Steve's lap so her right breast was against his chest. She squirmed around a little and then let out a contented sigh.

"Seriously, are you really going along with this idea, or do you think I'm crazy, Steve? If we're going to do this, we need Mom's approval. Are we all together on this?" asked Gwen.

"You must be a little crazy to let Kate and Ashley sit on my lap naked, but I like that kind of crazy," responded Steve as he carefully placed an arm around Ashley. "Seriously? You make me proud, and humble, at the same time. Nothing of that magnitude ever occurred to me. I think in smaller numbers, like helping a family, or a group. You're talking about building a new hospital. The construction will mean jobs for the area. The hospital will attract professionals. It'll also save hundreds and probably thousands of lives over the years. 

"Your generosity and concern for children is awe inspiring. I've never known two better people than you and Jordan. It would have to be something pretty stupid or damaging, for me to ever go against the something the two of you want to do, even when you're fully clothed."

"I have the two best partners, and friends, anyone has ever had. I need to include you, Charlie. You and Jordan are together and that makes you part of everything we do. How do you feel about this idea?" asked Gwen.

"It's flattering that you ask," responded Charlie. "You guys have made my career. You've taken me with you on this amazing journey. I'll always back Jordan and the rest of you on anything you attempt. This is amazing to me. Like Steve said, it's humbling. You girls are the kindest, most beautiful women in the world and I'm proud as hell to be associated with you. Build that hospital and help those kids!"

"Ted fell asleep, but I couldn't stop thinking about you having some big meeting. I was wondering what it's about," came a voice from the doorway. "What hospital are you talking about?"

"Hey, Mom! Come on in. The water's fine!" greeted Kate to her mother. "You won't believe what Sis and her friends want to do. Tell her, Gwen."

"We want to build a hospital much like the one being built in Sparta, but here in Kiev. These kids don't have proper care, and we can change that. We're guessing two or three hundred million should do the job," finished Gwen as she watched her mother for her reaction. 

"That's a lot of money. We do have it, as you all know. I'll have to discuss this with some of our advisors and money people," responded Paula as her attention focused on Ashley with her bare breasts pressed against Steve's chest. "Are you sure that this is what you want? I'm quite certain we can make it happen."

"We are, Mom. Please convince whomever, that we really want to do this. We make a lot of money from international business, and this is the right thing to do," insisted Gwen.

"Okay, as long as you kids are certain, I'll get on it tomorrow morning. Steve, I hope you were appreciative of Kate's figure. She's been after me since the day she turned eighteen to fly her to the Academy so she could flaunt her assets in front of you. I hope she's gotten it out of her system. It appears that Ashley's been harboring a few dreams as well. Good night, and don't stay up too late," cautioned Paula, as Ashley remained snuggled against Steve.

"Paula, I can move if you want to take a turn on Steve's lap," offered Ashley. "Consider it one of the perks of the job. Since you're the Boss Lady, you could be spending a lot of time here. I'm going to be here as much as Gwen will allow. He's very comfortable."

"I'm sure he is, but the 'Boss Lady' will not be indulging in antics unbecoming a married woman, and mother, especially with her daughters watching," added Paula as she left the room.

The next morning, the group had just finished rehearsing for the concert when Steve received a call from Nadiya's father. He spoke to the man for a few minutes and then put his phone back in his pocket. 

"Gwen, Mr. Misko wants us to travel to Russia with him this afternoon. The new Prime Minister and his advisors are meeting with Novokov in Sochi. Things are a bit tense between the two nations right now. It seems like Crimea is once again smack in the middle of a power struggle. We need to get back to the hotel and get ready. We should be back later tonight."

"Why do they want us, or maybe I should ask why they want me?" questioned Gwen. "I know you like to 'dabble' in international affairs, but I won't even understand most of what's going on."

"They consider us a pair and they don't get one without the other. They respect your instincts, and I want you with me. We do this stuff together. Men plot wars and women work for peace. Believe me, you're important for this process," assured Steve.

An hour later, Gwen and Steve boarded a small jet for a flight to a small airport in Sochi. Later that afternoon, Steve and Gwen were introduced to President Novokov, along with the delegation from the Ukraine. As he entered the room, Steve was surprised to see the US Secretary of State, Vincent Rosen.

For his part, Rosen seemed shocked to see Steve and Gwen enter the room. He quickly made his feelings known.

"You two have no business here! This is a delicate situation between heads of state. It isn't a football game or a movie. This is real!"

Gwen hesitated at the surprise outburst from the Secretary, but Steve showed no emotion as he continued to lead her into the room. Novokov approached Steve and Gwen with a smile. He took Gwen's hand and kissed the back of it and then shook Steve's.

"It's interesting that the only person not wanting you two Americans in the room is your American Secretary of State," observed Novokov in Russian. Steve simply nodded as he shook Novokov's hand. Then he led Gwen to a chair and helped her be seated. 

"Didn't you understand me?" demanded Rosen. "You're not a part of these talks and you need to leave."

Steve remained calm as he surveyed the room. Translators were filling in the Ukrainian and Russian leaders on Rosen's demands. Steve ignored Rosen and waited for the ball to begin. The Ukrainian prime minister spoke to his translator, who in turn spoke to Rosen loudly enough so everyone could hear.

"Ms. Anderson and Mr. Hammer are here at the request of the Ukraine government. It seems like the fact that they are American would please you. They will remain. Now let's discuss this situation.

Rosen was almost purple with rage for a few seconds, but he gradually calmed down and discussions began. Steve and Gwen sat quietly and listened to the sometimes heated exchanges. Everything was translated into English, so Gwen easily followed the interaction.

Gradually, it became obvious that there would be no agreement. Rosen demanded that Russia leave Crimea to the Ukraine and respect the sovereignty of the nation. The Ukraine followed his lead and insisted on the same. Novokov refused to even consider that option. Frustration was everywhere.

"Mr. Hammer and Ms. Anderson, do you feel that Russia is being unreasonable?" asked Novokov. Steve remained silent as the translator repeated the question in English. Before he could respond, Gwen spoke.

"I think you've been very patient, Mr. Novokov. I understand The Ukraine's desire to keep control of Crimea, but Mr. Rosen has not stated any good reason why the U.S. is so determined to prevent Russia from having influence in the area."

"You've got no business here and that statement proves it!" shouted Rosen before Gwen's statement could be translated into Ukrainian and Russian. "The fact that we have an actress and pop singer sitting here with world leaders is ludicrous! Why don't you go do what you do best? Take your clothes off for some photographers and stay out of world affairs."

Before Rosen had finished his statement, Steve was on his feet and leaning across the table with his face inches from Rosen's. He spoke in a very low voice. It sounded like a growl more than actual speech. Even Gwen was unable to make out Steve's comment, but Rosen obviously understood every word. He turned beet red and pushed back from the table. 

"This isn't high school!" shouted Rosen as he stood and backed up farther. "You forget who you're talking to, Hammer. I'll have you drummed out of the Naval Academy so fast your head will spin! The United States is withdrawing from these talks until these two amateurs are removed from the room."

With his speech, Rosen looked around as translators repeat his words to the rest of the room. Once the translations were complete, the representatives from Russia and the Ukraine remained silent, watching Rosen to see his next move.

When no one made an effort to placate him, Rosen angrily turned and led his entourage from the meeting. After Rosen left, Novokov turned his attention to Steve and Gwen.

"He can make things very difficult for you, can he not?" asked Novokov in broken English. "What did you say to him?"

"Sir, as you well know, a man must insist that he be treated with respect or there can be no meaningful dialogue. As long as I live, no man will disrespect Gwen in my presence. That is more important to me than any trouble he can make," replied Steve.

The heads of both nations nodded their heads in agreement. They had just seen the young American make a very strong stand against a powerful member of his nation's government. They knew the possible consequences of such an action and the nerve that it required.

"What would you think might end this impasse?" asked Nadiya's father to Steve.

Steve outlined what he had observed and what he felt the issues were. He reminded everyone that no one won when there was war and that each side needed to yield on some points, or innocent children as well as others, would be killed, injured, or starve to death in any sort of conflict. As fathers, these men needed to see the wisdom in avoiding conflict at all costs. Gwen added that she had already seen far too much hunger and insufficient health care in the Ukraine, and urged the men to find a reasonable solution.

More discussion followed. Gwen could see the men had become more conciliatory after Rosen left the room. After another hour, the two nations had come to a tentative agreement on Crimea and how to proceed. The people of Crimea would decide their own fate at the polls. Russia and the Ukraine would continue to trade and allow products and resources to move freely through the Ukraine. It was a fragile agreement, but it was a start.

Finally, the dialogue came to an end. President Novokov personally approached Steve and Gwen and thanked them for their input, as well as for adding some excitement to the proceedings.




Lady in Red Pt. 02 Ch. 05



The trip back to Kiev was relaxed. The Ukrainians felt they had an agreement that they could live with. They chuckled when they recalled Rosen's anger, his indignant tirade against Steve and Gwen, and his look when Steve got in his face. To a man, they approved of Steve's response to Rosen's crude comments directed at Gwen. If Steve had not reacted as he did, they would have thought less of him.

When Gwen and Steve returned to the hotel, there was a message from Paula for them at the desk. Gwen read it over before speaking to Steve. "No surprise here. Mom wants us to stop in her suite before we go to our room. She's received a few testy phone calls from the state department and wants to know what's going on."

"Maybe you two can explain exactly what happened in Russia today that has the state department so irritated," began Paula as Gwen and Steve entered her suite. "I've received several calls asking if you were available, and insisting that you call them immediately."

"It wasn't such a big deal, Mom. The Secretary of State made the mistake of insulting me in front of Steve. Steve explained to him how unhealthy that sort of behavior was, so he got all huffy and left the meeting. Once he left, things went much smoother. He did threaten to get Steve booted from the Academy."

"Oh, dear! I'm so sorry, Steve. You really need to learn to control your temper. Everyone knows that Rosen is a proud, pompous man. He'll ruin your career if he can. What did you say to him?" asked a concerned Paula.

"It was just between to two of us. I won't repeat it, especially to a lady," stated Steve. "I will not stand idly by when anyone shows disrespect for Gwen. I love being at the Academy, but it won't be the end of the world if they determine that they no longer want me."

"You kids had a busy day but you're supposed to call the state department when you get in. They said your cell phones are turned off. I imagine that wasn't an oversight on your part. What are you going to do now?" questioned Paula.

"Since you ask, I'm going to take this handsome man back to our room and have my way with him. Then, once he's rested and ready again..."

"That's enough information!" interrupted Paula. "It's great to be young and in love. The Secretary of State is pissed at you two, and all you're thinking about is making love. That's probably the best way to handle this situation. These things have a way of sorting themselves out. There'd be a lot of angry Navy football fans if Steve doesn't quarterback for them the next couple years. You kids go relax, or whatever, and we'll see how it shakes out in the morning," concluded Paula as Gwen and Steve headed for the door. 

Once Steve and Gwen finished making love, they lay cuddling. As Steve caressed her breasts, Gwen asked, "Are you worried about Rosen ruining your career? You didn't have to defend me so strongly when he made those snide remarks."

Steve leaned over and kissed Gwen gently before responding. "No one can speak to you, or about you, like that in front of me. You're the best person I've ever met. All the things you are, and all you do, are great, but Gwen Anderson, the human being, is amazing. All the rest is icing on the cake, which I would love to slowly lick off!" 

"You sure have a way with words. That silver tongue of yours should be registered as a friendly weapon, along with this not-so-little guy. He seems to be waking up again. I can't even express how much I love you," moaned Gwen as Steve increased his attention on her nether regions.

The next morning, the Americans were enjoying a casual breakfast when a man in a suit strode up to their table. "Mr. Hammer. Ms. Anderson, you are to come with me. They want you at the American embassy immediately."

Steve stood up, placed his hand on the man's shoulders and steered him away from the table. They went out the door together as Paula and Gwen exchanged nods. Steve returned to the table a short time later.

"Excuse me for leaving the table. I explained to that gentleman that we were enjoying our breakfast and that he should be more considerate of others. If we have the time, we'll stop in at the embassy later today, or maybe tomorrow," grinned Steve as he dug into his steak and eggs. 

"I don't believe the state department will cause you any problems while we're here," declared Jordan. "Have you seen how busy the city is getting? When we take the stage Saturday, there'll be at least fifty thousand people in the square. We're invited guests of the new Ukrainian government. Rosen having his nose bent out of shape won't be enough to make them screw up such a good thing." 

"I agree. If he managed to get me tossed out of the Academy, the government would lose its ability to use me when they wanted. I'd be able to refuse, although I probably wouldn't if they felt I could help. They just need to learn some common etiquette and consideration. We'll stop in at the embassy tomorrow, if they still want us. I may circumvent that issue later today," added Steve.

"What do you have in mind now?" asked Paula sarcastically. "Pissing off the vice president?" 

"Actually, Mother, Steve will be speaking to President Hanson later today. He doesn't waste time with the vice president. We expect Hanson to rein in Rosen. He knows that Steve is better at diplomacy than Rosen ever was. He should fire Rosen and give Steve the job, except of course, Steve is way too busy," boasted Gwen as she gently rubbed Steve's back.

Later that day, Steve, with Gwen listening, had a brief phone conversation with President Hanson. "Rosen tells me you really screwed the pooch, Steve. He wants a court marital, a hanging, and maybe a public flogging. What the hell happened?"

"He resented Gwen and me attending the discussions between Russia and The Ukraine. He didn't get that we were there at the behest of the new prime minister and not as his loyal subjects. He suggested that Gwen should spend her time being photographed naked rather than at a diplomatic gathering. I took offense and explained to him just what would happen if he made that mistake again. He got all huffy and left."

"I thought it might be something like that, although his version differed from yours in key areas," confirmed Hanson. "You've made a serious foe. Don't underestimate Rosen. He expects to have my job in a few years. I'd advise you to retire from the service before he takes office if he gets elected.

"How did the talks go? I've been given the laundered version from both ambassadors, but what did you think?" asked Hanson.

"I'd say that they went as well as you could hope. Russia has far too much to lose to allow the area to get too far from its grip. I suspect Crimea will join Russia and The Ukraine is going to have a long road in front of it. They need to walk the line. They have to make every effort to remain neutral and not align with the U.S. too much. Russia can't allow it, and they won't. Rosen seemed to think he could convince everyone that the U.S. would have a dominant position and everyone should accept it. It's not going to happen. It's like us allowing Russia control of Mexico. We simply couldn't accept that threat."

"So you think we need to be supportive, but not expect to be able to exert too much influence? Try to keep the area neutral and avoid stirring things up?"

"Pretty much, Sir. Rome wasn't built in a day. This has to be very gradual, so it isn't even noticed. The Ukraine will work its way to toward the west, but in small steps. We should be helpful and generous but not ask for anything they cannot, or dare not give us," summed up Steve.

The Americans spent the rest of the day touring the city and shopping with more children. Jordan, Gwen, Kate, and Ashley had a great time helping the kids pick out clothes and toys. Charlie, Ted, and Steve were coaxed into helping some of the older boys find a few suitable outfits and some sport equipment. 

"It's a good thing we're going home this weekend," laughed Kate that night at dinner. "Lady in Red Productions is spending a few thousand every day, not to mention a few hundred million on a hospital. In another ten years, you'd all be broke. Have you told anyone about the hospital, yet?"

"Our people just made a deal on the property. We didn't want word to get out and have everyone jack up the prices for the property to build the hospital. We managed to enter into a contract to buy the two block stretch of old warehouses just three blocks from the square. Now we can let the cat out of the bag," concluded Paula.

"Tomorrow is the big day. The new government will be sworn in and we'll be on the stage as special guests," pointed out Gwen. "Maybe we could make the announcement then and help make it a joyous occasion. Any suggestions?" 

"I know I'm just the help, but I would suggest that Rosen and the state department encouraged this decision and were party to it. You guys stung him pretty good and he's a very powerful man. If you say some nice things about him in public, he'll be less likely to have your head on a platter," suggested Ashley.

"Hired help? You're far more than that to us, Ashley! That's an excellent suggestion," praised Gwen. "Navy needs their quarterback, we'll schmooze Rosen tomorrow."

"I think this announcement should be made by Gwen," insisted Jordan. "It's her idea and she's pretty much known for her desire to help children. I bet the city will love it." 

Friday afternoon found the American delegation with Gwen, Jordan, Steve, and Charlie seated not far from the Ukrainian prime minister. Secretary Rosen was leading the delegation and he studious ignored Steve and Gwen when they were ushered to their seats. As is common in Eastern Europe, speeches seemed to last forever as members of the government were introduced and allowed to speak.

Gwen had asked Nadiya to allow her a few minutes to address the crowd before the prime minister spoke. Nadiya assured her that she would be given an opportunity. 

They had been on the stage for a couple of hours when Gwen heard saw Nadiya approach the microphone and speak in Ukrainian. "As you know, Gwen Anderson, Jordan Quick, and Steve Hammer, along with their band, will be performing right here tomorrow evening. They want to help Kiev celebrate by sharing their talent right here in Freedom Square."

Nadiya waited for the cheering to abate before she continued. "She has asked for the opportunity to address us this afternoon. I give to you my very good friend, Gwen Anderson!"

Gwen went to Nadiya and hugged her before stepping to the microphone. "Ladies and gentlemen, I won't take much of your time. My friends and I are having a great time in your beautiful city. We especially love the children and how open and friendly they are.

"The United States has been great to us and given us some amazing opportunities. We appreciate that. Our success has come because we are a free society. Secretary Rosen has been actively encouraging corporations to come to Kiev and invest, to open businesses and to hire locals. My friends and I believe that Secretary Rosen is absolutely right. This is a great city and international companies should invest in its future.

"To that end, and to help this wonderful city grow and its children receive the health care they deserve, Lady in Red Productions pledges to built a state-of-the-art children's hospital here in Kiev. We are dedicating two hundred million dollars for constructing and equipping this hospital. We will then fund the hospital to ensure that it remains a viable source of health care for this great city for decades to come. No child will be turned away, regardless of financial status!"

The crowd was estimated around fifty thousand and every single person roared his or her approval of Gwen's announcement. Nadiya rushed to Gwen in tears and hugged her dearly as the crowd made its approval known. It took several minutes for the excited crowd to quiet enough for the next speaker to continue. When Rosen was given the stage, he praised Lady in Red Productions and prevailed upon other international companies to join in building the economy of the Ukraine. He seemed to claim some of the credit for Lady in Red Productions being so generous. Gwen squeezed Steve's hand and smiled as Rosen spoke.

After a very long and somewhat anticlimactic speech by the new prime minister, an inaugural ball was held in very hotel where the Americans were staying. Steve wore his Navy dress uniform, while Gwen looked stunning in a red gown. Paula stood with Ted and watched as Gwen and Steve entered the room.

"Ted, your daughter and her boyfriend have become world figures. They have more influence than many heads of state. I'm having trouble believing what my mind is telling me. Look at them. They're holding court here tonight and they pretty much do that whenever they're together. There's no telling where they'll be in ten years.

"He's so masculine and decisive, while Gwen is so beautiful and compassionate. They don't even realize how much impact they have on those around them. I'm so proud of them; I can't even find the words to describe it." 

Steve and Gwen chatted with other guests between dances, but remained together for the first few dances. Reluctantly, they separated to dance with other guests.

When Steve took Nadiya into his arms for a slow dance, her affection for Steve was obvious as she clung to him and stayed close with every step. "You are the finest man I have ever met, and Gwen is the luckiest woman in the world. To have the devotion and love of a man like you is a great gift, and Gwen knows it."

As the dance ended, Nadiya pulled Steve down for a kiss before turning and walking away. Kate was in his arms before he had time to look around. "She's beautiful and she loves you. But then, so do Ashley, Naomi, Becky, and several others, including me. 

"Did you see how the crowd reacted when Gwen told them about the hospital? You guys are making a difference and it's so great to be along for the ride. I hope we're always close like this. You make my life better, and when I'm going to college at Georgetown, I'll be able to visit you now and then. You can come to visit me and make all the other girls jealous, okay?"

The respect and interest shown to Steve and Gwen did not go unnoticed by the Secretary of State and his wife. "You'd better make an effort to apologize to that woman," advised Rosen's wife as she danced with her husband. "I know you were upset, but complaining to the president didn't get you very far. You need to choose your battles. I'm beginning to wonder if a person can get elected president if they're not on good terms with those two. You're Secretary of State of the United States, but that couple is like royalty. Look how people flock to them. Make it work for you, and not against you."

Gwen was not totally surprised when Rosen requested a dance with her. She graciously accepted and glided across the floor in his arms. "I owe you an apology, Ms. Anderson. What I said was totally inappropriate. Your boyfriend had every right to speak to me as he did. His words to me were between men, not between a superior and an underling. He handled it as a man should. Please allow me a second chance." 

"Secretary Rosen, you're a very successful, intelligent man. You never would've made it this far if you weren't. We want this country to succeed, to be a beacon of light in the world. We'll help any way we can to make that happen. But, as you've found out, Steve's weakness is me. He'll risk anything and everything for me. Never doubt it, and please, never force him to demonstrate it again. Be honest and open in your dealings with him, gain his trust and respect, and he'll be your friend for life. If you're his friend, you'll be mine. He takes the lead when it comes to judging men. He's very good at it, and I have complete confidence in that ability."

Meanwhile, Rosen's wife was dancing with Steve. "My husband told me what you said to him at that meeting. He was stunned that you'd dare speak to him that way. He actually wanted to run you out of the Academy, he was so angry. He misjudged you, as well as your young lady.

"That was a bad mistake and one he needs to correct. He has a good chance of becoming president in five years, but I realize that he could have trouble if you came out against him. Please consider all of the good things he's accomplished for our country and allow him the opportunity to right the wrong he did to you and Ms. Anderson at that meeting. We'd love to be able to have you both as regular guests, if we should be fortunate enough to make it to the White House."

"I have no intention of becoming involved in politics, so there's no need for you to worry about that. As far as your husband's conduct toward Gwen, it's a concern. A man in such a high position should not become angry, petulant, or insulting over a difference in opinion. If I had demeaned you, I would expect him to show anger, but not over a difference on some issue. I strongly suggest that you have him work on his presidential demeanor, and his temper, between now and the campaign," concluded Steve as the song ended.

Steve sought out Gwen and escorted her around the room, chatting with various dignitaries from around the world. Without exception, everyone they spoke with was flattered that the two famous Americans took the time to speak to them. The Ukrainian officials were extremely pleased that their new government managed to attract what many felt was the most famous couple in the world. 

The next day began warm with plenty of sunshine. People began filling Independence Square by noon in anticipation of the concert that was still eight hours away. By six o'clock, the crowd was estimated to be over a hundred and fifty thousand people. 

Lady in Red productions had placed several giant screens on various buildings around the square, and the sound system covered well beyond them. When the band began playing at eight o'clock sharp, officials estimated over a quarter million people were jammed into the square and surrounding streets.

If they were nervous about the size of the audience, it never showed. Gwen went right into their opening number with gusto as the band fed off the energy of the huge crowd. They had a lot of material to draw on from their hit records and movie soundtracks. Halfway through the evening, Jordan sang her 'Stand By Me' song that had become a huge hit the previous fall. A short time later the crowd roared its approval when Steve and Charlie led with guitars as Gwen pranced around the stage singing her latest hit. It was a remake of the Joan Jett song 'I Hate Myself for Loving You' that was such a success at the July 4th bike ride for American pride. 

The kids sang all of their hits, as well as the songs they had relied on before doing so well with their own material. The crowd remained until the last number was finished and Steve, Jordan, and Gwen all thanked the fans repeatedly. The people of Kiev would long remember the night that the famous Americans helped them celebrate their new position in world trade and politics. It was an extremely proud evening for the citizens of the Ukraine.

The following Monday afternoon, Gwen walked into her current events class and took her seat. As soon as the bell rang, Professor Yurchenko asked her to come forward. "You were quite busy making history last week, Ms. Anderson. The reports you sent back were enlightening, but there is a lot more to tell and we all have questions. Your concert was absolutely incredible!"

Gwen answered questions the rest of that class and the following two. News clips of shopping with the children, the trip to Sochi, the inauguration, the ball and the concert were shown and Gwen gave her observations about what she was feeling and thinking as they happened. The students enjoyed it and her professor was delighted.




Lady in Red Pt. 02 Ch. 05



Gwen's reverie was suddenly broken and she was jolted back to the present when Mr. and Mrs. Thompson approached her. "I had no idea you were coming to Sparta! Are you going to attend the hospital ceremonies and the concert tomorrow?" asked Gwen as she embraced the couple.

"We had to do something," replied Mrs. Thompson. "The waiting and wondering is taking its toll. When we landed, we saw reports that the cartel has Steve Hammer pinned down in the mountains and the fighting was intense. How long can he hold off an army, and what about our girls?"

Gwen realized that she wasn't the only person suffering as she listened to the cries of a very worried mother. She knew that the Thompson's would take their lead from her reaction to the situation.

"That was the worst thing those idiots could have done," stated Gwen flatly and with conviction. "You heard that there are a lot of casualties? Steve's fighting for his life, and for your daughters' lives. He's a very dangerous man on a good day. Right now, he's their worst nightmare. Your girls will be okay. I guarantee it." 

After a fitful night, Gwen was up early to listen for any news from Colombia. With nothing new to report, the cable news channels were looping the same stories over and over. Gwen went with her family for an early breakfast at Marsh's Landing. Laura, Ashley, Charlotte, Becky, Jordan and Charlie were there waiting for them. Gwen's grandparents as well as Steve's joined them shortly after they arrived. The Thompsons were also guests at the table.

Ms. Walker came into the dining area and was invited to join them. "This is the day we've worked for. I wish Steve could be here, but I have no doubt that he'll get back as soon as possible. I'm filled with pride and humility at this accomplishment. I never dreamed it would turn out so well, and it's largely because of the effort s of Lady in Red Productions. Thank you, everyone!"

As they ate, it became apparent that Gwen was becoming agitated. She was pushing her food around and constantly looking around the room. Laura noticed it and tried to calm her.

"Gwen, would you like me to prescribe something to help you relax? I know you're under a great deal of stress. You look tired and anxious."

"No, I'm fine. I just feel out of sorts. Something feels different. I'll be fine as..."

"Look!" shouted Kate as she pointed to the TV playing across the room. "They're dead! Not Steve and the kids, but that fat bastard Flores and his son! I knew it! They pushed Steve until he got mad. They're saying they don't know exactly how the two died, but it might have been some stray gunfire. Ha! I bet they both have bullets through the heart!"

Just then, Laura's phone chimed. "It's the hospital. I have to take this."

Laura listened for a few minutes and then disconnected. "There's a helicopter bringing in some injured people. It isn't even a trauma chopper, just a regular privately owned helicopter, which is unusual. Well, we're open for business and our new landing pad will see its first use. And there are a lot of people in town to see it."

Gwen suddenly pushed her chair back. As she stood, she cried out. "It's Steve!" 

"Sweetheart, it can't be," responded Paula with concern for her daughter's odd behavior. "He's in Colombia. Please sit down and..."

"Mom! I know it's Steve!" insisted Gwen as she turned and ran from the restaurant.

"Mom, she's acting really weird," worried Kate as she stood. "I'll go with her."

Gwen left the building and looked for her car before realizing that she had ridden with her family. She turned toward the hospital and began to run up the sidewalk. When Kate emerged form the restaurant, Gwen was already a couple hundred feet up the street. Kate put her head down and took out after her sister.

That was when Kate realized how hard Gwen was running. Kate had all she could do to gradually catch her. She heard the loud drone of the helicopter overhead as they came within sight of the landing pad. By this time two cars loaded with Gwen's family and friends pulled into the parking lot. Laura pulled into her reserved parking spot and parked. She raced to intercept Gwen before she reached the landing pad. She just made it.

"Gwen! Stop! Even if it was Steve, it isn't safe to get any closer! Wait here with me and we'll see who's on board. I have to warn you that there's no reason whatsoever to think it might be Steve," insisted Laura forcefully as she held Gwen's arm.

A large number of people had seen Gwen running up the street, with Kate hot in pursuit. Word had spread through the town that Gwen Anderson was running toward the hospital and now a helicopter was settling down on the landing pad. People were hurrying up the street toward the hospital.

Gwen's hair blew behind her as she watched the helicopter slowly descend. Her anxiety was at an extremely high level as she strained to see who was in the machine. 

Paula had tears running down her cheeks as she stood with Ted, her parents, and Steve's grandparents watching the scene unfold. "She's so upset about Steve; she thinks he'll show up any second. I don't know what to do for her. When she sees he isn't on this chopper, it'll crush her," sobbed Paula.

The chopper landed and slowly a door swung open. A heavy boot hit the pavement, followed by another. Then a pair of smaller feet attached to very brown legs gently hit the pavement next to the larger ones. They stepped away from the chopper and Mrs. Thompson gasped loudly.

"It's Roxie! And there's Sam!" sobbed the woman as a second girl was carried into sight by a darkly tanned man with no shirt, and red stains smeared across his shoulder, arm, pants, and face.

Gwen broke free from a stunned Laura and raced to the trio. The man gently placed the smaller girl on the ground and enveloped Gwen in a fierce hug as the girls trotted toward their sobbing mother.

"Dear God!" cried Paula as she watched her daughter in the man's arms. "It's Steve!"

By this time, Kate was next to her mother and asked the question on everyone's mind. "How did Gwen know that Steve was on that chopper? That's not even possible!"

Gwen was appalled at Steve's appearance. His shoulder was enflamed and crusted with blood that had run the length of his arm. His face was a series of scratches with blood clotted around them. He was unshaven, sweaty, dirty, and tanned beyond anything she thought possible. As he stepped to take her into his arms, he limped noticeably.

Without hesitation, Gwen threw her arms around him and hugged him as hard as she could. They were like that for almost a minute when Gwen felt Steve shake and then heard a sob catch in his throat. She suddenly realized that he was crying into her neck as he clutched her desperately. Gwen patted his back and ran her hand through his hair as she whispered soothingly to him. She began to realize the toll the past week had taken on him and marveled at his strength and determination to make it back to her.

Gwen heard Laura speak after she and Steve had shared the embrace for a very long time. "Gwen, he needs to be examined. Let's get him inside and take care of him. I see some bullet wounds and numerous scratches. He's dehydrated, exhausted, and extremely emotional. Let's put him on a gurney and get him into the emergency room."

"I'll walk, Laura," replied Steve as he wiped his cheeks and straightened up. "It's only a few scratches. I don't know what happened there. The last few hours have been like a bad dream. We switched planes a couple times and then the helicopter. I just lost it for a minute. I'm sorry about that."

Gwen slid her arm around his waist as Steve placed his good arm over her shoulder. Together they slowly made their way inside the hospital. Meanwhile, the Thompsons were enjoying a reunion of their own. After lots of kisses and hugs, the girls were ushered into the children's wing for evaluation, accompanied by their parents. Right behind them was a gurney with a small boy followed closely by his worried mother. 

The crowd that had witnessed the scene was buzzing. Phones were out as folks called friends and relatives to give them the news. Steve Hammer had survived and made it home! Channel 5 had a camera man on site for the dedication later in the day. He had recorded the entire scene.

William Patterson and his wife turned to face Paula and her family. "I can't believe what just happened. Our grandson was in a gun battle with dozens of cartel men in Colombia just a few hours ago. Now he's back in Sparta, and in Gwen's arms. It's exactly where he belongs."



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Laura had Steve lie on a gurney in the ER as she pulled the curtain closed around it. She took a pair of scissors and deftly cut his pants from his body. "Gwen, please get his shoes and socks off. We need to examine him closely, as well as x-ray him. Steve, can you tell me of any pain or injuries that I can't see?"

"My shoulder hurts and my leg aches, but you can see that," responded Steve. "Other than that, I just have some scratches and bruises. Can I ask how Jason's doing?"

"Thanks to you, he's doing great! I spoke to Lisa last night and she said she'd be bringing him home to Sparta this weekend," answered Gwen as she pulled Steve's socks off his feet. "I think we'll burn these socks, if they aren't declared a biohazard first. Haven't you been told to always wear clean socks and underwear in case you're in an accident?"

"I forgot to take a change of clothes with me. It looks like Laura just took care of my underwear," worried Steve as Laura cut his underwear from his body. "Now I'm totally without clothes!"

"And that's just the way I like you!" quipped Gwen as she moved closer to Steve's head. "You really do need a shower and a shave. I didn't realize how heavy your beard was since you've always been smooth shaven. Is Steve well enough to shower and shave, Laura?"

"I'm sending him for x-rays right away. It looks like he's still carrying a bullet in his leg, he's got a nasty gash on his shoulder, and his pretty face has been deeply scratched by what looks like pieces of rock," observed Laura as she held up a small chard she had pulled from one of Steve's cuts.

"Yeah, it's probably pieces of rock that hit my face when the bullet hit the boulder next to my head," responded Steve as he recalled the battle he had the previous day. "I was lucky the guy was in such a hurry to shoot me. He pulled his shot a little, and he missed. I didn't." 

Laura glanced at Gwen with some surprise as Steve finished his statement, but she kept her professional demeanor. "Once we determine that you've got no internal injuries, I'll let you take a quick shower and shave in our staff facilities. Once you're bandaged, you'll be limited to sponge baths for a day or two. There's going to be a boat load of reporters outside and you need to look human. We don't normally do things like this, but it's my professional opinion that you deserve some special attention and consideration.

"I'm still trying to figure out how you wound up here in Sparta, and even more amazingly, how Gwen knew you were on that helicopter. That was scary."

"I'm here because Gwen and Jordan offered a million dollars to anyone helping me and the girls get back to Sparta safely. That saved my life. It looks like I owe you again, Babe. You're making it a habit of saving my bacon," grinned Steve as he took Gwen's hand in his. "I don't know who told her I was coming in on that helicopter."

"I really don't know how I knew, but I did. I was absolutely convinced Steve was coming home on that helicopter. I was feeling funny during breakfast, anxious and nervous. When you said that some injured people were being flown in, somehow I just knew it was Steve."

Steve's x-rays were negative, so Gwen was allowed to help him into the lady's locker room. She turned the water in the shower to the temperature Steve preferred and immediately undressed as Steve dropped the robe he was wearing and limped into the shower. Soon, Gwen was under the water with him, carefully washing his body as she stood under the spray with him.

"You've lost some weight and you've got several bruises on your chest. They look like the ones you had after that shootout at graduation. Were you wearing a bullet proof vest?" asked Gwen as she gently ran her fingers over some purple marks on his torso.

"Yeah, I had a flak jacket on. I guess it's a good thing. I didn't realize that I'd been hit, but now that you touch the areas, they do feel a little sore."

Gwen had promised Laura that she's get Steve cleaned up as fast as she could, so she wasted no time getting Steve scrubbed, other than being very careful around his obvious wounds. Once he was showered, Gwen had him sit down while she carefully shaved his face. She meticulously shaved around his cuts and abrasions. Luckily, most of them were higher on his face and forehead. When she was satisfied that she had gotten every stray hair, she rinsed his face and applied some lotion.

"Now you can put that robe on and let Laura work on your leg and shoulder. Since I've completed two years of medical school, I can watch and even assist her, if she'll allow me," added Gwen as she opened the door to the hall.

A smiling nurse was waiting for them when they emerged. "You look much better, Mr. Hammer. I bet Ms. Anderson didn't miss anything when she helped you get cleaned up. I know I wouldn't have," laughed the young nurse as she escorted Steve and Gwen back to the ER.

"Here's what I'm thinking," offered Laura when Steve was back on the gurney. "Steve needs stitches in his shoulder, but I can't do that until the swelling is down and any infection is cleared up. I have to remove the bullet from his leg and clean that up carefully. It won't be the first one I've dug one out of this guy. He looks a lot better this time than he did that awful day six years ago.

"Are you willing to spend a day or two in a hospital bed, just relaxing and healing?" asked Laura as she examined Steve's shoulder.

"Laura, you know the answer to that, or you wouldn't have asked. This is Memorial Day weekend and our concert is tonight. I'll be on stage with my friends, like I always am. I'd like you to do what you can for now and then let me go. I'll be sure to follow any directions you have and be back in a couple days for the stitches."

"That's pretty much what I expected," replied Laura. "I'll dig that bullet out of your leg and start you on some strong antibiotics. You understand that the hospital will give me holy hell for not admitting you while you recuperate. I may be coming to your company for a job."

"You'll always be welcome, but you can bet we'll back you to the max if the hospital gives you any trouble. Steve is not your average patient. I'm witness to him refusing to be admitted. He'll tell the nurses when we leave that you insisted that he be admitted, but that he's refusing. That is if you think he's going to heal okay this way," worried Gwen as she considered the situation.

"This guy will be fine. I'm going to prescribe some sleep and maybe some gentle loving to help his emotional needs. A few hours sleep and some personal attention should do wonders for him. I understand there are more than a few ladies willing to help with that part of my prescription," teased Laura as she gently cleaned Steve's shoulder before applying some sort of ointment and a bandage.

Gwen and a nurse assisted Laura as she removed the bullet from Steve's leg in a small operating room, using a local anesthetic. "He was pretty lucky, all things considered. The bullet missed bone and lodged in muscle. It'll hurt for a few days, but we've removed it soon enough to avoid any serious infection. It'll drain for a while, but if he takes his antibiotics like he's supposed to, he should be as good as new in a few days," predicted Laura as she bandaged Steve's leg. "I'll sew his leg and shoulder up when the infection is gone and the injuries stop draining." 

"Thanks, Laura," offered Steve after they moved him to a small room near the ER. "Can I get down now? I'd like to see Jordan and Charlie and thank them, and Paula and Kate, and everyone else. Can I leave now?"

"My official response is that you can't leave. You need to remain under our care for a few more days, at least. However, I heard what happened to Flores and his drug gang when they tried to stop you. I'm not going to try to keep you if you insist on leaving, but it will be in a wheel chair. That's the least you can do for me to help me keep my job."

Before Steve could respond, Ashley entered the room. She clutched a large bag to her chest as she stopped and looked at Steve.

"Thank God you're back! I was so worried about you!" cried Ashley as tears ran down her cheeks. She dropped the bag and carefully hugged Steve as she sobbed against his chest. Laura arched a questioning eyebrow at Gwen. Gwen simply smiled as she watched Ashley regain control.

"I picked up some clothes for you. Gwen said your old ones were pretty much ruined. She gave me your sizes. I hope you like them," continued Ashley.

"I know your leg still hurts," added Gwen as she undid the belt to his robe and tugged it off his shoulders. Then she dropped to her knees, dug a pair of boxers from the bag and held them by Steve's feet. Ashley quickly dropped down next to Gwen and helped spread the underwear open for Steve to step into.

Gwen chuckled as Laura was unable to mask her surprise at Ashley's actions. Meanwhile Steve placed one foot into the underwear and then the other. Once his feet were in, Ashley and Gwen carefully slid them up his thighs. Gwen pulled the front out to go over the bandage on his leg without any contact. Then she and Ashley pulled socks out of the bag and worked them onto his feet. Finally, they pulled out a pair of cargo pants and carefully helped work them up to his waist.

Once he was dressed from the waist down, Ashley stood with a polo shirt and offered it to Steve. Suddenly, she pulled it back and hugged him again. Then she stepped back and held the shirt out for Steve.

"Thanks for letting me help him, Gwen. The last week has been awful, wondering if he was okay and if he'd make it back. Now that he's here, I just want to be close to him and watch his every move. I picked out a color that should go good with his tan and his eyes. Do you like it?" asked Ashley as she turned and looked at Gwen. That was when she noticed how shocked Laura appeared to be.

"I'm sorry if I acted like a school girl, Laura. Like I said, I've been really worried and sometimes I have a little trouble with stress. When I'm around Steve, it gets a lot better, especially today. Steve and Gwen are a devoted couple and I wouldn't ever try to change that, but I do get to help him when I can, and Gwen's fine with it."

"Laura was just a little surprised that you were so extremely helpful, especially in front of Gwen," responded Steve as he tucked his shirt into his pants. "I was more than a little surprised, too. But I know how worried you must have been. Gwen's smile is a mile wide, so I'd say that she's fine with everything. Thanks for finding some clothes for me. I feel a lot better dressed like this than I did wearing that robe."

A nurse came into the room and spoke quietly to Laura, who in turn told Steve, "it seems that you have a phone call. President Hanson has asked to speak with you. You can take it in the small office across the hall and to the left. Just push # 1."

Steve limped to the small office and asked Ashley to close the door behind her, which drew a big smile from her. Steve picked the phone up and pressed the button.

"Hello, sir. This is Lieutenant Steve Hammer reporting," began Steve formally. "Thank you, Sir. Yes, I've been treated. I have a surface wound on my left shoulder and had a bullet dug out of my leg. I should be fine, Sir. Yes, if I could, I'd very much like to spend a few days here in Sparta. Yes, that's this evening and I'm planning on performing with my friends, unless that's a problem, Sir. Tomorrow at ten? Yes, Sir."

Steve hung the phone up and turned to Gwen and Ashley. "The President said I could stay in Sparta for a few days for some R & R. I have to be de-briefed tomorrow morning at ten and I have to refrain from discussing the events in Colombia with anyone."

"So there's no way I can coax the story from you?" asked Gwen as she rubbed her ample bosom against Steve.

"I'll tell you anything you want to know," grinned Steve as he grabbed Gwen and pulled her tight to his body and kissed her.

"That seemed awfully easy!" complained Ashley. "Aren't you supposed to be tortured for a few weeks before you spill your guts to your masochistic interrogator?"

"I've been away from Gwen so long, it already feels like torture," replied Steve. "The President has ordered her to help me with the R & R. She's in for a busy few days."

"Bring it on, Big Guy! I'm a loyal American and will follow my orders to the absolute best of my ability. Tell me what you want. I'm at your beck and call," replied Gwen as she again kissed Steve's lips. "Wait! I think I'm getting a message from Little Steve down below. It's telling me exactly what you want."

"You certainly are good at understanding what he wants," laughed Steve as he looked into Gwen's eyes. "You'll be taking orders from me, and it happens that the little guy and I pretty much are thinking the same thing and it involves you, silk ropes, whipped cream, a blindfold, and a tube of lubricant."

"Excuse me!" groaned Ashley as she quickly opened the door. "I need some fresh air. Want me to tell everyone you'll be out in an hour or so? Should I place orders with a pharmacy, an adult store, and the local grocery?"

"Thanks, Ashley, but I have everything he's asked for in my pocketbook. I always travel prepared," responded Gwen while maintaining eye contact with Steve.

"You had all of that stuff with you while I was in Colombia?" mused Steve. "Ashley, has Gwen had any visitors while I was away?"

"Now that you asked, the Sixth Fleet did stop in for a few days. She had a tractor trailer deliver whipped cream and lubricant in 55 gallon drums. Maybe you need a new girlfriend?" suggested Ashley as she arched her eyebrows and licked her lips.

"Maybe I need a new assistant!" laughed Gwen. "55 gallon drums? How did the Sixth Fleet get so far from any ocean?"

A few minutes later, Gwen wheeled Steve into the waiting room next to the ER. The room came alive as soon as they entered it. Everyone rushed to welcome Steve. He smiled and carefully stood and offered his arms to Jordan, who quickly came and wrapped her arms around him. 

"God, you're beautiful. You and Gwen saved my life with that big reward offer. It's going to cost you a few million, but it made the difference. Thanks, Jordan. You're the best!"

Jordan simply sobbed into Steve's chest for another twenty seconds before drying her eyes and looking up at Steve. "I was so scared. I told Gwen you'd be okay, but I was really worried. That reward was totally Gwen's idea. I was happy to be able to sign the flyer. You're going to be okay, right?"

"This guy had a bullet in his leg, a bullet crease on his shoulder, some rock shards in his face, and a few bruises from where bullets hit his flak jacket. Pretty much a walk in the park for the very tough Steve Hammer, U.S. Navy SEAL," quipped Gwen as she beamed with pride. "He'll be fine and he's going to be on stage with us tonight!"

Jordan unwrapped her arms and stepped away from Steve as Kate took her place. "Gwen knew you were on the helicopter. The rest of us didn't believe it, but she knew. She's the one for you. I didn't need any more proof, but I got it anyway. I'm so glad you're back and okay! I love you, and I always will," sobbed Kate as she hugged Steve.

Paula was next. She simply kissed him gently on the lips and smiled. "Thanks for coming back to Gwen. You two belong together and it's becoming more obvious all the time."

Becky and Charlotte each took a turn hugging Steve before his grandmother stepped up to him with tears in her eyes. "That girl knew you were coming home. The rest of us didn't believe it, but she knew. You take good care of her. She's amazing," managed Beatrice Patterson as she struggled to hold her emotions in check.

Once the ladies were done welcoming Steve, Charlie stepped up and gave Steve a hearty embrace. Ted and William Patterson followed suit. It was an extremely happy group that walked out of the hospital, only to be met by several reporters and photographers. 

Questions were hurled at Steve nonstop until he raised his hand and asked for silence. "I can't make any statements or answer any questions until I am given permission by my superiors. It's that simple, so please stop asking. Other than it's great to be home with my friends and family, I have nothing else to say. Thank you."

"Do you want to go home and take a nap?" asked Gwen once they had moved away from the nosey reporters. "I know you're exhausted and we have a big night ahead of us."

"First, I'd like to stop at Billy's and get one of their big steaks," revealed Steve. "I've lived on fruits and berries for a week and I'd really like some meat and potatoes."

As the group entered Marsh's Landing, patrons suddenly went quiet. Steve recognized nearly half the people seated and spoke to them as he passed by.

"Frank, your wife looks great. How's you ever get her to marry you?" joked Steve to the first man he recognized. "Jim, Mandy, your kids are getting big! Your girl's as cute as her mother. Mrs. Johnson, it's good to see you."

Gwen felt tremendous pride as she walked arm in arm with her amazing boyfriend. He was maintaining and building on friendships he had developed since he arrived in Sparta six years prior. The neighbors he took the time to speak with were extremely flattered that a man as famous as Steve and who had just been through what he had endured still thought enough of them to say hello. Gwen made sure to smile and make comments as well. These were their people and she loved her home town dearly. Steve had embraced it from the day he moved in. That was simply another reason she loved him.

Billy Marsh came out of the office and embraced Steve before making a few jokes about him slacking off in Colombia while everyone else had to work. Steve grinned and kidded Billy right back. It was obvious to all that they had an easy, close friendship, based on a deep, mutual respect.

It was just noon when Gwen led a very tired Steve from the restaurant. She borrowed Ashley's car and drove Steve to her parents' home. There she undressed him and then crawled into bed next to him. Steve ran his arm around Gwen, took her left breast in his left hand, squeezed it gently, and fell asleep. A short time later, Gwen joined him in slumber. For the first time in a week, she enjoyed a relaxed, peaceful sleep. 

They slept four hours before Paula apologetically woke them up. "I'm sorry kids, but the entire town's waiting on you. The dedication was pushed back so Steve would have the chance to rest a few hours. The dedication is now scheduled to begin in half an hour. Then there's the matter of a traditional concert given by the most famous residents of Sparta. There's even more people around than we usually have for this event. Reporters are all over the place. The clip of Steve getting off the helicopter with those darling girls has been played a thousand times. The one of you running to him and hugging him for a few minutes has played even more. For some reason, the news people think you two are deeply in love. Go figure."

Twenty five minutes later, Steve and Gwen were standing on a small stage in front of the new wing of the hospital with Paula, Ms. Walker, Jordan, Charlotte, and numerous hospital officials, including Laura. To start the affair, Gwen and Jordan sang the National Anthem and the gathering loved it.

The president of the hospital gave a short speech about how the addition was the brainchild of Ms. Walker, a local teacher. Then he turned the microphone over to her as the crowd applauded.

"Thank you," beamed Ms. Walker as the cheering and applause began to lessen. "I'm being given credit for something that I really shouldn't be. I was the senior class advisor the year that Gwen Anderson, Jordan Quick, Steve Hammer, and many other exceptionally gifted students and citizens graduated. The day before school started, I heard about a video on YouTube that featured Gwen and Steve dancing. I watched it a couple dozen times, often with tears in my eyes.




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"Then I watched the video where Steve spoke to Gwen about their date after Sparta won its first football game of the year. What I can take credit for is realizing that it was going to be a year like no other. I had Gwen in class the previous year and knew that she was a brilliant student, if a bit reserved, and perhaps even introverted. What I saw when she and Steve were together thrilled me to the core. I just knew that the two of them were destined for great things.

"That's when I began thinking about a class project worthy of the students of the class. A few weeks before, a friend of mine with a small child had mentioned that she had to drive her daughter to the state capital for proper medical treatment because Sparta's hospital lacked the needed equipment and facilities. When I recalled that, I decided to ask the kids in the senior class if they were up for a big class project, one that would make a difference in the lives of a great many people. Being the quality students and people that they were, they agreed enthusiastically.

"It started out slowly and gained momentum. When Jordan Quick came to our school, things really began to take off. She, along with Gwen, Steve, and many others, donated their time and talent to the project. The rest is history."

Then Charlotte was asked to speak. "I'm extremely proud of the Spartan Nation. It's no accident this hospital was able to expand. It's a credit to the parents, teachers, school board members, the hospital, and citizens of this community that an atmosphere of sharing and caring was encouraged so strongly. I've got two years of med school behind me and this is where I want to practice medicine when I get my MD. This is my home town!"

When Jordan stepped to the microphone, she was very humble. "I came to Sparta a troubled girl, one that had just completed rehab for drugs and alcohol dependency. Steve, Gwen, the Andersons, and all of the students and teachers welcomed me and helped me keep that monkey off my back. I am not the same person I was then, and I'm proud of that. Helping this hospital is one of the best things I've ever done. Except for gaining the love and friendship of Charlie, Gwen and Steve, it's the high point of my life. Someday, my kids will be born and raised here in Sparta. It's my home town! 

Gwen smiled as she took center stage. "I've been blessed with good fortune. I can't explain why Steve asked me to that dance, or why he fell in love with me, but that love has allowed me to work for this hospital and this community. I have everything I could dream of, and like Charlotte, I'm two years through med school. I want to practice medicine here, get married here, raise my family here, and even be buried here some day. We are the Spartan Nation, and this is my home town!"

When Steve was asked to say a few words, he had an obvious limp as he approached the microphone. Before he was able to comment, the crowd began cheering and clapping very loudly. It went on for what seemed like a very long time.

"Thank you," began Steve as the applause finally began to taper off. "I'm honored to be here today. It's a dream come true to see this new hospital standing here. Gwen and Jordan thought it was such a great idea, they asked Charlie and me if we'd go along with our company building a children's hospital in Kiev! I'm able to tell you in all honesty, that Gwen and Jordan are truly exceptional human beings. I'm humbled when I'm with them. I've been blessed with some great friends and one very amazing girlfriend. Like the rest of you, I just do what I can and hope that it's enough. I'm proud to tell you that I'm a Spartan, and this is my hometown!"

The crowd loved the kids' brief speeches and how they spoke of their pride in being Spartans. There could be no doubt that the status of the Spartan Nation had increased dramatically since Steve met Gwen that day at the mall. The community had famous citizens that they were proud of, and a new state-of-the-art children's' hospital. Lady in Red Productions had bought land and built a modern facility for recording songs and a set for television shows. It was rumored that movies may be made in Sparta! 

They had not only survived two terrorist attacks, but had sent the terrorists straight to hell! It was a source of local pride that, while they did nothing to provoke the violence, the citizens of Sparta had done everything to end it. 

The concert was scheduled to begin at eight while the dedication ceremonies for the new children's hospital were over at five thirty. Gwen, Jordan, Charlie, and Steve made their way to Marsh's for a quick dinner. Steve was still trying to catch up for the meals he had missed. As they walked through the dining area, the kids spoke to many of the patrons, often by their first name, shaking hands and exchanging pleasantries as they made their way to their table. Their approachable demeanor added to their reputations as great young adults that remembered their roots. The locals loved that quality. While they had dined with presidents and kings, they never forgot the folks in their home town and never acted like they were superior, or 'uppity'.

While most people left them alone when they sat down to eat, Steve, Jordan, Gwen, and friends were always polite and patient with those, usually tourists, who invaded their space while they dined. It became a sure way to tell who was a tourist, and who lived in Sparta. Locals never bothered the friends while they were eating. 

Gwen smiled and pointed to a new photo on the wall. It was Steve hugging her with the helicopter and its whirling blades in the background. It was already framed and titled 'The Homecoming'. Steve was surprised at how tanned, dirty, and bloody he looked in the photo.

Gwen's phone rang. She glanced at the caller I.D. and told her friends, "It's Amber Stahl. I owe her for airing my response to Steve's situation. Excuse me while I answer this."

Gwen stood up and stepped close to a coat room as she spoke. Less than a minute later, she returned. "Amber's here in Sparta. She didn't want to interrupt our meal but wants to interview us as soon as she can. I guess just about all of the news bureaus want to, but Mom has those calls screened. Amber is the only reporter with our numbers, and I like it that way. Since Steve left his phone on a ship in the Caribbean, she called me. She's going to be here in half an hour. We'll answer her questions while we're surrounded by friends and neighbors."

The foursome had just finished dessert when Amber entered the room. She nodded to several diners and even mentioned a few by name. Steve and Charlie stood and offered her a chair.

"First, just let me tell you how delighted I am to see you, Steve. I saw the footage of you exiting the helicopter, and Gwen hugging you. It was touching, to say the least. I'm glad that you've made it back."

The cameraman aimed his device at Amber as she checked her notes before facing Steve. "Steve, I know you aren't supposed to talk about your ordeal, but what can you tell us about your adventures of the past week?" 

"Honestly? Not very much. It's great to be home. I couldn't miss our traditional Memorial Day party, especially with the dedication of the new children's hospital. I'll sit down with Navy people tomorrow and be de-briefed. Then I'll have a better idea of what I can tell you."

"How did you wind up on that helicopter? How did you and those children get into the country undetected?" asked Amber as she scanned her notes.

Steve smiled at Amber as he responded. "That wasn't very tricky. Next question?"

"This one's for Gwen. More than a few people who witnessed your reaction to Steve's return tell me that you somehow knew Steve was on that helicopter without benefit of anyone actually telling you. In fact, no one knew he was on the helicopter. Yet when you were informed that a helicopter was bringing in some injured people, you actually ran the two blocks from this restaurant to the hospital after telling everyone within hearing that you were certain that Steve was on board. When and how did you realize that Steve was on that helicopter?"

"When Laura, Dr. Masters, told us that she had just been notified by the hospital that a helicopter, and not a trauma chopper, was arriving with injured people, something clicked," admitted Gwen with a blush. "I had been feeling strange all morning and I suddenly knew why. Steve was coming home! I really can't tell you more than that. I simply knew he was coming home. I don't really care how I knew, but I'm glad I did and I was there to meet him."

Amber looked from Gwen to Steve and back to Gwen with a mixture of admiration and awe before posing her next question. "Gwen, what can you tell us about the movement afoot to draft you for a run for the congressional seat in your home district? Are you considering it?"

"Excuse me?" asked an obviously baffled Gwen. "I haven't any clue what you're talking about. I'm a registered Independent, only because I had to register as something in order to vote. I have neither the time nor the inclination to run for public office. Both the Republicans and the Democrats have selected their candidates already." 

"That's true, but with your congresswoman giving up her seat this fall to run for the senate, rumor has it that many voters will support you as a write-in candidate for congress," responded Amber. "Will you actively campaign? Will you serve if elected?"

"I honestly have not heard any of this before, so answering those questions seems presumptuous, at the very least. Med school is a full time job, plus we travel to events now and then at the behest of the government, plus we do TV and movies when possible, plus I have to spend some time with a certain handsome Navy SEAL, so running for, or serving in congress seems pretty far-fetched," reasoned Gwen. 

"So you're not ruling it out?" pressed Amber.

"I haven't ruled out traveling to other planets this year, but that also seems unlikely at this time," quipped Gwen. "I've learned that I really don't have to answer hypothetical questions, and usually it's a good idea to not answer them."

"How do you feel about Gwen possibly being the next congresswoman from this district, Steve? Do you think she's qualified?" probed Amber.

"Now that's something I can answer," replied Steve with a lazy smile. "Gwen would be the best representative in Congress, by far! Is she qualified? Let's see. What has she accomplished at the ripe age of 24? She's sold millions of records. She's won Oscars, Grammies, and Emmy's. She's starred in blockbuster movies, graduated valedictorian of her high school class, graduated with honors from Stanford, and has completed two years of medical school. She's met, and is on a first name basis with numerous world leaders. 

"She's a partner and co-founder of a billion dollar company that exists to do charitable work around the world, including, but not limited to building a children's hospital in Kiev. She's brilliant, beautiful, and extremely capable. How do those accomplishments compare to the elected officials we have now?"

"That's quite an impressive resume, when you put it that way," returned Amber. "It sounds like you'd definitely support her."

"I don't know how to make this any clearer," replied Steve as he looked into Gwen's eyes. "I love her. I'm devoted to her. I'll do anything I possibly can to help her in anything she attempts. My support for her is unconditional."

Gwen sobbed as she moved to Steve and gently hugged him as he sat in his chair. Amber was misty eyed as she ended the interview. "Thank you both for speaking with me. Good luck to you all in your concert tonight and in your future endeavors."

"I'd forgotten what great interview subjects you guys are," marveled Amber after the camera was turned off. "I love working in Washington, but I really miss the excitement that surrounds your group. I have to get that interview back to the studio in a hurry so that it'll play on the six-thirty news tonight. Thanks!"

Before Amber could leave, Sam and Roxie appeared at Steve's side, with their parents right behind them. Sam wrapped her arms around a surprised Steve and kissed his cheek. Roxie seemed nervous, but determined as she first looked at Gwen and then kissed Steve soundly on the lips.

"You saved our lives. You were shot while helping us. Sam and I will never forget you. We're going to miss you!" cried Roxie as she wrapped her arms around Steve's neck and sobbed loudly.

"Roxie, there's no need for tears. You and Sam are coming to our concert tonight, right? Would you like to be backstage watching us? We can manage that, can't we, Gwen? Roxie, I need to introduce you to my friends. They're Gwen Anderson, Jordan Quick, and Charlie Burns. Guys, this is Roxie and next to her is Sam. They helped me survive for a week in the jungle with those cartel guys after us. They loaded my magazines yesterday when things got a little tense. They're the bravest girls I've ever met."

"Hello, Roxie!" beamed Gwen as she went to the girl and hugged her. "Steve told me how brave you are, but he didn't tell me how beautiful you are. Do I need to worry about you stealing him away from me?"

"No! Steve made it clear that you were the girl he loved, but he was real nice to me. He never got upset or yelled at Sam and me. He killed the men that were trying to rape us, using his bare hands and his knife. Then he cut the head off the snake that scared us real bad. Yesterday, he fought off a whole army and killed those horrible Flores drug leaders," concluded the tanned girl.

Gwen gasped when she heard Roxie speak about her ordeal. She looked from Steve back to the two girls and tears began trickling down her cheeks. "Sweetheart, you're safe now. Steve made sure of that. You need to forget all that bad stuff and look ahead. Will you and your family watch the concert tonight from backstage? We'll have chairs and soft drinks for you. You'll be close and able to see and hear everything we do."

"We'd like that, if we won't be in the way," replied Roxie after looking to her mother for approval. "Steve sang for us sometimes when we were walking in the dark. He's really a cool guy."

"Yes, yes, he is," agreed Gwen as she regained control of her emotions. "Sometimes I forget just how cool he is, until I meet people like you that he's helped. Then I remember. It's settled. You, Sam, and your parents will be our guests tonight."

"Amber, I'd really appreciate it if you didn't report anything Roxie just mentioned," stated Steve firmly. "I think it's best that her parents and the state department approve any comments the kids make to the press, or in front of the press. You can see why, can't you?"

"Absolutely, Steve. I certainly don't want to be responsible for creating any emotional distress for these girls. They've been through a lot and seem to be doing quite well. I'd be happy to interview them with their parents, if I could."

"I'm not so sure about that," balked the girls' mother. "I told my sister about Steve staying behind to save my girls and the next thing I know, Bill Hardy has it on his news show. My sister-in-law admitted that she told one of Hardy's producers that Steve was in Colombia looking for our girls. He told the world and those Flores put a bounty on his head, as well as my daughters'. I can't begin to describe the pain it caused me. 

"I owe Gwen an apology for telling stories out of school. It caused her to suffer as well. Steve, you saved my girls and I regret yelling at you to rescue them. I know now that you would've done exactly that, regardless of what I said to you," stated Mrs. Henderson apologetically. 

"You need to know, Mrs. Henderson, that we never would have made it back if it hadn't been for the reward Gwen, Jordan, and Lady in Red Productions offered for our safe return in response to the bounty offered by the cartel. Your sister letting the cat out of the bag caused Gwen to come up with the reward offer. It truly saved our lives."

At that moment, Nadiya Misko hurried up to Steve's table. The diners had been watching the news interview as well as the children thanking Steve for saving them. When the beautiful blonde from the Ukraine rushed in, more than a few of the male patrons involuntarily groaned.

"Steve! I have been missing you all day! I had government business this morning and missed the hero's return. Then I had to attend a video conference during your hospital dedication. I am so sorry I did not welcome you home sooner!"

Nadiya stopped speaking when she reached Steve, who had risen at her approach, and wrapped her arms around him. Then she pulled his head down and kissed him long and hard. Gwen noticed a cloud pass over Roxie's face as she closely watched Nadiya kiss Steve.

"That's my welcome," laughed Nadiya as she finally made the effort to see who else was at the table. "You're the adorable girls Steve brought home from that awful place. I'm Nadiya Misko."

Roxie ignored Nadiya's extended hand as she snapped at Nadiya. "Gwen is Steve's girlfriend! You can't kiss him like that. He's not your boyfriend!"

Slowly, understanding washed over Nadiya as she studied the teen girl's face. "I am sorry if I upset you. Gwen is very comfortable with me giving Steve some kisses. She knows he is her man and no one else's. However, girls like you and me can still love him. Gwen understands that. We don't sleep with him, but we can flirt and enjoy being near him. Did you like being with him, or was he cruel to you?"

"Steve? He was wonderful! I did sleep with him, but not in the sex way. He's brave, strong, and super good looking. I just think you shouldn't kiss him like that. It'll make Gwen jealous," responded Roxie quickly.

"Don't you want to kiss him when you see him," questioned Nadiya. "I see in your eyes that you do. It's okay. He likes it and Gwen knows she's got the best man in the world and he loves her. Can we be friends? We're both members of the 'Girls that Love Steve but Can't Have him' club. It's very big, but there's room for you."

"I did kiss him. I guess I shouldn't be upset with you. I did the same thing, but I didn't dare kiss him like you did. I guess that's what made me mad. I'm sorry," finished Roxie as her mother placed her hands on her shoulders and squeezed.

"I'm proud of you, Sweetheart. You have no business telling Steve's friends what they can do, or can't do with him. Notice that Gwen isn't upset. They're friends, very good friends, and Ms. Misko was very happy and relieved to see Steve after all the danger he's been in. I'm proud that you realized your mistake and apologized so quickly," concluded her mother.

"Are you upset with me, Steve? I won't do that again. Am I still invited backstage?" worried Roxie. "I'm sorry, Ms. Anderson."

"After all we've been through and how well you kept it all together for me, we'll always be special friends," promised Steve. "You're like a little sister to me. You have a standing invitation to receive special consideration from me anytime you're with us." 

"I'll forgive you, if you call me 'Gwen'. Being in love with Steve takes some getting used to, but you'll learn how it works. There is never any jealousy or insults. We just love the guy and he loves us back. Nadiya and Jordan understand it. I love Charlie now and Jordan is very happy that I do. It reinforces what a great guy she fell in love with. Who wants a boyfriend that other girls don't think is hot?" 

The concert that night had the largest attendance ever for the Memorial Day concert. The parking lot and hillside near the center were packed with fans. When the friends walked onto the stage, the applause was deafening. A spotlight was shone on Steve as the others suddenly backed away. The applause simply increased. Steve was taken totally by surprise. He was suddenly left alone with the huge crowd watching and applauding. He bowed several times until the applause began to fade.




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"I guess it's all on me," grinned Steve as he moved to sit at the piano. "I'd like to dedicate this song to a certain someone. I think you'll all be able to figure out who it's for when you hear it. Forgive me if I'm a bit rusty."

He began playing the piano and at the appropriate time, started singing. 'Where do I begin to tell the story of how grateful love can be' was all Steve managed before his voice was drowned out by the applause. He waited a bit for the crowd to settle, and then began again. 

Steve's hair was a bit longer than usual, his face a bit leaner and more tanned, while the marks from the rock fragments were quite apparent. The effect on the females watching was undeniable. Gasps and moans filled the building as ladies of all ages felt a tremendous attraction to Steve. The director quickly realized the situation and went to a split screen. The entire audience was able to watch Steve sing, as well as see Gwen's reaction as she stood behind the curtain watching and listening. Tears streaked her face even as her smile continued to grow.

For his part, Steve's emotion was evident. His eyes were sparkling, and when he sang 'I know I'll need her till the stars all burn away', girls actually began screaming his name. Steve was surprised at the reaction his singing was creating. He kept singing as he grinned to the audience. The applause was extremely loud and long. Steve bowed several times as he waited for the cheering and yelling to diminish. It gradually quieted down.

"If she would, I'd like Gwen to join me now while I sing one more song before we get into the real concert," stated Steve as he picked up his acoustic guitar and watched Gwen come forward to share the spotlight with him. "This song is for you. Don't be afraid to help me with the chorus."

Gwen nodded as Steve began playing his guitar. Then he began singing 'Peaceful Easy Feeling' while looking directly at Gwen. When he sang the lyrics "I want to sleep with you in the desert tonight, with a billion stars all around," tears again trickled down Gwen's cheeks as the audience roared its approval. It was apparent to all watching and listening that the words had special meaning to the two lovers. It was more than just a song.

"Look at him shamelessly making love to your daughter," laughed Paula's mother as she sat with Paula, Ted, Diane, Will and the Pattersons. "That's one of the most romantic things I've ever seen. They're a perfect match!"

When the applause finally died down, Jordan, Charlie, and the band quickly joined Steve and Gwen and the concert began in earnest. Gwen immediately announced to the huge audience that she was doing her first number for Steve. When she told Steve what song she wanted, he flashed a big smile, picked up his guitar, and prepared to play.

This time the audience was very quiet as Gwen delivered 'Woman in Love' to perfection. She made no one guess to whom she was singing. When Gwen sang 'we may be oceans away, you'll feel my love, I hear what you say' many in the audience realized the lyrics actually expressed the bond between the two. She had known he was arriving on the helicopter when there was no real reason for her to believe it. By the time Gwen finished, there were very few dry eyes in the building. The applause was long and loud.

"I know I seem to sing this next song a lot," beamed Gwen as the band began playing again. "But it fits the situation so well, I can't help it. Sparta is blessed with a genuine hero, a modern day Hercules, at least as far as I'm concerned. This next one's for Steve!" 

Gwen put everything she felt into 'I Need a Hero'. The past week had given her reason to consider a world without Steve, as well as to consider what he represented. He was a fierce warrior, but a kind and gentle lover. He did all he could for those that could not care for themselves, the weak, the ill, the underprivileged. But when murders and mad men challenged him, he stood his ground. He was truly a hero. As she sang, Gwen saw the huge screens display videos of Steve risking his life to save others.

They began with the river rescue and then the battle in the gym. Following them was the graduation attack, followed by scenes of Steve and Gwen with heads of state from various government functions. There were even a few highlights of Steve's collegiate football career, and finally by the helicopter landing at the hospital. It showed the bloody, dirty, shirtless, darkly tanned Navy SEAL helping two girls off the chopper before turning to embrace Gwen. That embrace lasted a full minute. Near the end, Steve could be seen shaking with his face buried in Gwen's neck, as she patted his back and ran her fingers through his hair in a familiar and soothing manner. 

It was very apparent that the entire Spartan Nation was filled with pride at the courage displayed by one of their own. The cheering and applause lasted several minutes. When the noise finally softened to a dull roar, the group launched into their planned performance for the evening. The fans were already fired up!

One of the most obvious ways this performance differed from those of the past was Charlie's involvement. He had been touring with Jordan for a few years and they had put together numerous songs that fans had come to expect from them. Charlie had even sung backup for Jordan on two of her recent hits.

The friends divided the performances down the middle between Gwen and Jordan, with Charlie and Steve adding vocals on many of them. Jordan was delighted to have Charlie singing with her. It was apparent to the audience that they were watching some very talented performers that also happened to be very much in love.

It was about midway through the evening when Steve gently took Gwen's arm in his hand and led her off to the side. Charlie moved closer to Jordan as she sat at the piano. Suddenly, Charlie dropped to one knee and held up a small box. Jordan clasped her hand over in mouth in surprise.

"Jordan Quick, will you give me the great honor of becoming my wife?" was all he managed as Jordan flew out off her seat and into Charlie's arms. Since they both were wearing live microphones the audience heard everything as Jordan kept saying 'yes' between the kisses she showered all over Charlie's face. Then she held out her hand as Charlie slid the ring onto her finger. With a huge smile, she held her hand up to a camera, and then waved to the crowd. 

Jordan suddenly hurried over to Gwen. "Will you be my maid-of-honor, Gwen? You're my best friend, and my sister."

Gwen nodded through her tears and hugged Jordan tightly. After half a minute, Jordan broke away from Gwen and stepped close to Steve. 

"Will you walk me down the aisle? You're like a father, and a brother to me," was all Jordan managed before Steve embraced her, lifted her off her feet, and swung her around. 

"It would be one of the greatest honors of my life!" replied Steve clearly as the spectators once again broke into loud cheers and whistles. Gwen hugged Charlie and then Steve shook his hand and patted him on the back before they returned to their positions and started playing again. Jordan and Charlie had huge smiles plastered on their faces the rest of the night.

By the time the concert ended, Steve was exhausted. He limped around the stage, trying to help pick things up until Paula put her foot down. "We have people making a good wage to do that work! You need to take my daughter home so that both of you get some rest. She hasn't slept well for a week and neither have you! You were wonderful to those children. Don't you think it's about time you show Gwen some personal attention? She's been suffering, too!"

Steve stopped what he was doing and looked around. Gwen was helping put the microphones away. From her slow movements, it was obvious that she was nearing exhaustion. He kissed Paula's cheek, shook Ted's hand firmly, and made his way over to Gwen, wrapped his arms around her from behind, and whispered in her ear.

Gwen giggled and then turned around in Steve's arms and kissed him. "Okay, but you know we always stop at Marsh's after the show. Let's tell Charlie and Jordan we're leaving now. We'll spend a little time there to help them celebrate, and then I'll take you up on that promise."

Gwen and Steve were finally relaxing, and enjoying a late snack with Charlotte, Billy, Jordan, Charlie, and Ashley when the door to the restaurant slammed open. Steve quickly stood when he saw Kate headed his way. Her face was bloody, and her clothes were ripped. She used both hands to hold her top together until she got close to Steve, and then she threw herself into his arms.

Steve struggled to control his anger as he held the trembling girl in his arms. Who had harmed Kate? They would soon regret it, whoever it was. He was certain of that! Suddenly a man carrying a hand gun came through the front door! He stopped briefly when he saw Steve, but then headed directly toward him. Steve took Kate's arm in one hand and guided her to stand behind him as he squared to face the armed man.



Lady in Red Pt. 02 Ch. 07



When the man's face came into stronger light, Steve spoke in a challenging manner. "You'd better holster that gun, or use it."

"I don't need a gun to take you down, Hammer," replied the man as he tucked the handgun into his waistband. "How's Kate? Is she okay? I'm ashamed to admit that I was a little slow back there. Is she hurt?"

By this time Gwen was next to Kate, looking at the blood on her face and asking her questions, and listening to Kate's response. "Three men grabbed me. I went to the car to get a jacket and when I started back, they pulled me into that alley by the bakery. I tried to fight them off, but one guy slapped me real hard and another one yanked on my shirt and ripped it. 

"Then this man came down the alley. He told them to leave me alone. One of the men attacked him with a knife, and he just grabbed the guy's arm. Then it looked like he made the guy stab himself. The two that were left let go of me and pulled out guns! He shot them both! I started running because I was so afraid, and he chased me. I knew if I could get to you, Steve, I'd be okay. I'm sorry if I put everyone here in danger. I was really, really scared!"

Steve once again pulled Kate close and rubbed her back as he spoke calmly to her. "Always come to me when you have any trouble. That's what brothers are for. You're not in any danger now. This guy's not only ugly, but he's also harmless."

"Those cartel guys didn't think I was too harmless when I saved your ass a week ago," replied the stranger as he flashed a dazzling smile. "Maybe I should've let them shoot you in the back. It would've served you right for staying behind without me!"

"Why am I beginning to think you two know each other?" asked Gwen as she looked from Steve to the stranger as understanding suddenly washed over her face. "You're a SEAL, too! You were with Steve in Colombia! How come you were in that alley when those guys attacked Kate? What about those guys? Should we call an ambulance?"

"Unless I miss my guess, they're beyond any medical help now," responded Steve as the man quickly nodded his head in agreement. "Chip wouldn't have left them breathing after they treated Kate like that. We do need to call the police and report it."

"Chip? This is Chip? The guy you talk about so much?" quizzed Gwen of Steve before turning her full attention on the man standing before her. "Tell me how you wound up in that alley when Kate was attacked."

"I was pretty pissed at your pretty boy here, when he dropped off the chopper and went back for those kids without inviting me along. I called in some favors to try to find out where he was and to see if he needed me back in there to save his sorry ass again. My cousin is married to a guy in ONI, so I asked her to find out what she could.

"They couldn't tell me squat about Steve, but he did tell me that three men that had ties to Flores had recently boarded a flight for the US. They were scheduled to layover in Dallas and then catch a connecting flight this way. 

"I was waiting in the local airport when they got off the plane, rented a car and headed for Sparta. I followed them. Steve already had enough on his plate at the time. He was pretty busy in Colombia, while I had been given direct orders to NOT go there for any reason. I thought I might be able to best help him out by keeping an eye on his family. I've been in Sparta three days, following those guys around. They acted like regular tourists until just a few minutes ago when they attacked your sister.

"I did take the time the other day to stop at the police station and inform Chief Blanchard why I was in town, and that I was carrying. I showed him my military ID and my permit from home. He had no problem issuing me a permit here. He said that the police couldn't do much unless the three men broke the law."

"Were you sent here by the Navy, or the CIA, or somebody?" asked Jordan in amazement at the man's story.

"Naw, I had some leave coming, so I took a few days off and hotfooted it up here. If something had happened to one of you, I never would've been able to face Steve again. Plus, he's always bragging about how smart and beautiful his lady friends are, especially Gwen's little sister, Kate. I thought maybe I'd see for myself," admitted Chip.

"Steve told you I was beautiful?" reveled Kate. "I didn't think he ever even noticed me. Not with Gwen, Lisa, Ashley, Nadiya, and so many gorgeous women around. So you think I'm beautiful, Steve?"

"Is that all you took from Chip's story?" marveled Steve. "Because of me, men were sent here to hurt you and your family! You should be wishing you never met me."

"Oh, don't get all melodramatic," responded Kate. "You're the best thing that ever happened to this family, and this town. You're probably the best thing the whole country has ever seen, at least when you and Gwen are together. Where are your manners? Shouldn't you introduce me to my protector?"

"Kate, this pathetic little guy is Chester Martin. He might be Chester the third, or fourth. I don't remember. Chester, this lovely woman is Kate Anderson. She's way too much of a lady to be seen with a guy like you, so don't get any ideas."

"Little guy? He's well over six foot and two hundred pounds, not that I've noticed," blushed Kate as she extended her hand. "It's nice to meet you, Chester. Thanks for saving me in that alley."

"Everyone calls me Chip," insisted the red-faced SEAL as he glared at Steve. "He knows that. Please call me Chip."

Before the conversation went any farther, two policemen arrived and began asking questions. Chip was disarmed and interrogated thoroughly. More police were sent to the alley. As expected, they found that all three men were dead. The coroner was summoned, and then Kate was questioned extensively. At three AM, the local DA walked into the restaurant. He listened carefully as the investigators explained what they had learned. Satisfied that he had all the information available from the police, he walked to where Steve was sitting quietly with Gwen and their friends.

"I know you've had a long day, but we need to sort this out. It appears that three men traveled here from Colombia to do grievous bodily harm to one, or more of your friends, probably for a significant sum of money. Your Navy friend got wind of it and came here to protect your extended family while you were otherwise occupied.

"He also happens to be a Navy SEAL, trained in God knows what. Kate states that she was forced into the alley against her will. She was struck in the face when she resisted, and some clothing was ripped from her body. Your buddy stepped into the fray at that point. Those three alleged hired killers made the tactical error of trying to kill him, so they naturally wound up dead. You can probably see where this is going. 

"Your friend will not get his gun back. He will not leave town until we sort this out to the satisfaction of my office, as well as the Navy and the Feds. Are you willing to vouch for the character and integrity of this man so we don't have to keep him in jail tonight? And will you give me your personal guarantee that he will avoid any further trouble during his stay?" finished the DA.

Steve glanced at Chip briefly before turning to face the DA. "Sir, I've served alongside Chip since I graduated the Academy. We signed up to be SEALs at the same time and trained together. We went through Hell Week together. I trust him with my life. In fact, I've already trusted him with my life, and he's come through. He came to Sparta because he was worried about my friends, and my inability to care for them while in Colombia. He saved Kate's life tonight. He's a man of character and honor. He's an extremely dangerous man when provoked, but honest, kind, and respectful to everyone that deserves it. I will unconditionally vouch for him!" declared Steve with some emotion.

"That's about what I expected," replied the DA. "You both appear to be cut from the same cloth."

As the DA left to speak to a one of the policemen, Kate showed her surprise at Steve's strong endorsement. "Wow! That was some recommendation! You must really trust Chip. There aren't too many people that you speak so highly of."

"Kate, I'm serious as a heart attack right now. If you ever have a problem, if any of you ever has a problem, and I'm not around to help, reach out to Chip. We've been through some situations that test, as well as reveal character. I've seen what's inside him. I trust him like I trust Billy, Charlie, Jason, and Jared."

"So if I find myself on his lap in a hot tub, he'll remain a gentleman?" teased Kate as she appraised Chip from head to toe before she had a sudden concern. "Are you married, or engaged, Chip?"

"Not at the moment, but you could change that situation at any time," answered Chip smoothly. "Just let me know when you want to pick out the ring."

"That's exactly what I was worried about," groaned Steve. "You're a lot more dangerous than those cartel men. Kate, stay away from this guy. He's no good!"

"That's not what you just told the DA. In fact, you made him sound like the best thing since sliced bread," pointed out Kate. "He's strong, handsome, single, and he just saved my life. Don't I deserve a hero like Lisa and Gwen have?"

"You're serious?" asked Steve with some surprise. "Chip and I have a running battle of insults and competition. That's a man thing and we understand it. We totally respect each other and there's nothing more important between men, than respect and trust. He's the real deal, but don't get all muddle-headed over one incident. Don't rush into anything."

"Do you mean like falling in love at first sight at a mall? Winning a football game just for a date? Explain what I shouldn't rush into!"

Steve was again surprised at Kate's passionate reaction. "Kate, you do what you feel will make you happy. I'll support you, and love you no matter what. You know that."

"That's the big brother I know and love! I'm not going to run off with the guy, but he looks pretty good at first glance and he's the first guy to propose to me, so that gives him a head start. Then there's the fact that he saved my life. That's another important factor, don't you think?"

As the subject of the debate, Chip blushed as he listened to his friend and the beautiful young woman discuss his merits like a prized bull. 

"If I wasn't so tired, I'd be adding my two cents. But this night has already lasted about three hours too long," complained Gwen as she stifled a yawn. "I'm supposed to be sleeping in the desert tonight, with a billion stars all around. Right now, I'd settle for a comfortable bed and one handsome star all around me."

As everyone prepared to leave, Steve took the time to shake Chip's hand and speak quietly to him. "You know what Gwen and her family mean to me. I owe you, big time. If you ever need me, or anything I have, just let me know." 

"Kate's a beautiful woman. All of these women are beautiful! I'm glad to help. You know you don't owe me anything, and I know you'll insist that you do. I'll never forget when you came back for me and pulled me onto that boat. I'll never be able to pay you back," insisted Chip.

Steve woke Gwen up later that morning as he made slow, gentle love to her. "That was exactly what I needed," sighed Gwen. "I'll give you a few minutes to rest and then we'll do it again, but next time we'll make it last."

"Did you forget that I'm supposed to be debriefed at ten? I need to get dressed. I just couldn't resist that luscious body of yours. You're an incredibly desirable woman. I can't begin to tell you how much I love you."

"You're not supposed to be able to resist me! That's how this all works. We can't resist each other; we stay very much in love, and we have a family. You wanting me is what leads to us having children some day. In the meantime, we practice so we'll be able to do it right when the time comes."

"Wow! Med school is really paying off," teased Steve. "You know so much more than when I first met you. It's amazing."

"That's true, Wise Guy. I know a great deal more about love, sex, family, relationships, Russia, France, and the Ukraine, not to mention death and suffering. I also know what a remarkable man you are. Was it pretty bad in Colombia? Do you want to talk about it?" asked a suddenly serious Gwen.

"Some of it was pretty bad. I hope those two girls aren't scarred from it. They were almost raped. They saw me kill their attackers with a knife because I couldn't risk shooting and attracting more men. We lived in the jungle for a week. They were so frightened from a large snake we encountered on the first day that they insisted on being with me all of the time. I don't mean in sight of me, but close to me. Then they were there that last day when I had to engage the cartel forces to save the girls and me. I killed a lot of people, Gwen. That doesn't feel good, regardless of how I justify it. Chip's going to be doing some soul searching today, too. He did what he had to do last night, but he'll be wondering if he did the right thing. If it didn't bother him, he wouldn't be the man he is." 

"I'm here for you, Steve. You'll be seeing Lisa and Jason later today and that will cheer you up, and help you put everything in perspective. Lisa's baby bump is getting bigger and she positively glows. You saved her husband, the father of her unborn child. You saved those precious girls. You even brought back a sick child to be treated at the new hospital. These are the reasons you did what you had to do, and I'm so proud of you I can't stand it," praised Gwen as she gently kissed Steve. "We'll talk this out when we have time so we can get you all the way back to me. I know that it takes some time, but you're worth it, Sweetheart."

The couple showered and dressed quickly. They found Paula in the kitchen and heard Ted outside mowing the backyard. "Maybe you can tell me exactly what happened last night after Ted and I left for home. I'll make some breakfast while you two spill the beans. I watched the news this morning and had to go check on Kate in her bed to be sure she's okay. Who's this guy that helped her out last night? Is he safe to be around? The news made him sound pretty dangerous."

"Mom, have you listened to the reports about Steve and the things he's done? No one sounds more dangerous than he is. I doubt if anyone is, at least to bad guys. You know how impetuous Kate is. She may have just found her knight in shining armor, so I'd suggest you don't disparage this fellow in front of Kate, Steve, or me.

"He saved Kate's life. He took on three armed men that had come to Sparta to do harm to those of us close to Steve. Chip, that's his name, was worried about Steve, so he used all his connections to find out that three men associated with Flores were coming to Sparta. Then he used his vacation time and his own money to get here first. He followed the guys around to see if they were planning any trouble.

"They hit Kate and dragged her into the alley by the bakery. They ripped her clothes and must have had some terrible things in mind for her. Steve's friend, who just happens to be another Navy SEAL, ended what those thugs started. To answer your question, I'd say he's very dangerous to anyone doing harm to innocent women and children. He's almost as dangerous as Steve. Do you worry when you're around Steve? Does he make you uncomfortable, or frightened?" asked Gwen pointedly.

"Of course not! I know the kind of man he is. This Chip must have made quite an impression on you and Kate," observed Paula.

"It wasn't Chip so much as it was Steve. The DA asked Steve if he'd vouch for Chip. I've never heard Steve stronger in his support of any man. I rely on Steve's judgment when it comes to men, and he gives this guy top marks across the board. Kate was her usually emotional self and when she heard Steve vouch so strongly for Chip, she knew that he was the genuine article. She knows how Steve can pick out the posers in seconds. Chip's the real deal.

"If Kate accepts his proposal, he'll be your son some day, so you'd better get used to having him around. He was all doe-eyed around her. If she decides he's the one, he's got no chance at all," stated Gwen flatly.

"He proposed to Kate? When? While he was saving her from those horrible men? This is way too sudden. I'll speak to Kate," promised Paula.

"Sure, that'll really help. Tell her that you don't believe in love at first sight. Or tell her that she should find a dentist or lawyer since her two sisters went for the strong, silent, and extremely deadly type. Tell her that she's only twenty-two and isn't mature enough to make her own decisions, and explain why you let me sleep with Steve when I was eighteen."

"Oh, dear!" responded Paula as she considered Gwen's words. "I may have been overreacting a bit. I need to meet this young man and see how it all develops. I'd never try to stand between Kate and a decent man that she cares about."

"Then you'd better stay out of the way, Mom, because this guy might be the one for me," stated Kate as she poured herself a cup of coffee and sat at the table. "I dreamed about him all night, what there was of the night. I'm not worried whether you'll like him or not, or approve of him. He's like Steve and Jason, and that's pretty good company. You'll see."

A few minutes later, Ashley entered the kitchen. "There are news people all over town. Steve coming home was huge news, but after the attempt on Kate last night, it's a madhouse. I see you don't have the TV on. There are reporters camped at the end of your driveway, just waiting for someone to step out. I thought I might be able to help keep this from becoming an even bigger circus."

As Ashley finished speaking, the doorbell rang. "I'll get that! Don't worry, if it's a reporter I'll send them packing," promised Ashley as she marched purposefully to the front door. 

Even from the kitchen, everyone could hear Ashley challenge the visitor. She demanded she be given some form of identification before she allowed the person to enter the house.

"This is Captain Neary. He's here to speak with Steve about some sort of vague situation in some unknown part of the world," introduced Ashley. "I tried to tell him Steve was kind of tired, but he insisted that he was expecting him."

"It's easier to get into the Pentagon than it is to get past this lady," chuckled the Captain. "She's the most attractive body guard I've ever come across. You can sit down, Steve."

Steve had come to attention when his superior officer entered the room. He sat back down when he was told that he could. 

"Please have a seat, Captain," invited Paula. "We were having breakfast and I'd be more than happy to make some for you."

"Thanks, Ma'am, but I ate a few hours ago. I would accept a cup of that coffee that smells so good. As you all must know, I've been sent here to debrief Steve and to determine his mental state. I am not a psychologist. I'm a JAG officer and just happened to be the closest available one.

"I was told to tread lightly, unless there appeared to be a serious issue, and to not take up too much of your time. The bottom line is that the Navy wants a full written report of your activities in Colombia from the time the choppers landed there to the time you stepped off the helicopter at the hospital. They want it within four business days, which is Friday since Monday is a holiday.

"You are not to discuss anything that happened during the week you were away from your unit with the press, or civilians of any kind. I have asked for a complete medical report from the local hospital and have been assured that it will be forthcoming."

"Are we supposed to leave you two alone? I'm Gwen Anderson, Steve's girlfriend. We don't have many secrets, but if he's ordered to not tell me something he won't."




Lady in Red Pt. 02 Ch. 07



"That was my error!" blurted Ashley. "I should have introduced everyone. This is Gwen, Kate, and Paula Anderson. I'm Ashley Summers. I work for the family business."

"Your modesty is very becoming," responded Captain Neary. "I've seen you in movies and read about you on the internet. You're whatever the company or any of the inner circle needs you to be.

"To answer the question, no one needs to leave unless Steve has something he feels he needs to tell me right now. I watched the show last night and you appear to be holding up fine. Are there any issues you feel you want to discuss with me?" asked Captain Neary. 

"Not really. It was a long week and some of it was pretty unpleasant. Be sure those girls get some attention. They held up real well, but they saw a lot of death, and they were almost raped. They seemed strong and pretty well adjusted, but we both know how these things can take a toll over a period of time, and they're great kids. Sam is a bit autistic, but not much. She's real quiet and doesn't warm up to people too fast. Roxie really watches out for her."

"Okay, now that I have the official business out of the way, I just wanted to tell you that I was at that bowl game in Arizona when Penn State was handed the game by the refs. I was about fifty feet away from you when you made that beer bottle catch. I still marvel at the memory. You saved that guy's life."

"Was that the first bowl game you played in? The one where everyone thought the refs cheated?" asked Kate.

Steve grinned at the way Captain Neary described the game. "At the end of the game, Penn State had more points than we did. That made them the winner. There was no cheating. The officials did their best, just like us players. Anyone can make a mistake. I sure made some in that game."

Steve thought back to his first year at the Academy as everyone around him continued to chatter about their memories of that first bowl game. His thoughts went back five years as he recalled the amazing experiences and how they all began.

After the huge come-from-behind victory over Ohio State in their first game, and the Labor Day opening of their movie 'Midnight Lights', Steve's status at the Academy was elevated considerably. There was simply no way that the other cadets could treat him like everyone else. He was a bona fide movie star and more importantly, the great quarterback they had been lacking for a very long time.

He began practicing with the first team as soon as he returned from California that Labor Day Weekend. He even spent extra time with the receivers after regular practice, working on learning their capabilities and limitations. 

It was time well spent as Navy became a football force to be reckoned with. With a less than difficult schedule, they were able to avoid a single loss through the first eight games. They were known for a high scoring offense, but had a somewhat porous defense. They won by outscoring the opposition.

They traveled to San Jose in late October with a perfect 7-0 record. The team had developed a winning attitude, as well as a bit of swagger. As the guys prepared to climb off the bus from the airport, they noticed several girls standing outside their hotel, obviously waiting to welcome them. 

"Look at that one on the left!" exclaimed Jeff Charles, the senior wide receiver and a self-acknowledged ladies man. "She's a stone cold fox. Watch me work my magic, Boys. This is going to be a great weekend."

He stepped off the bus first and confidently walked up to the beautiful girl and introduced himself. She politely shook his hand and smiled. Then her smile suddenly doubled in size as she rushed past Jeff and toward the bus.

"Steve!" was all she managed before she was in Steve's arms. She proceeded to kiss him long and hard before she finally released him.

"Guys, this is....."

"Gwen Anderson!" exclaimed about four teammates, just before Mel Phillips declared, "She's smokin' hot!"

Gwen and Steve both laughed at that proclamation before Gwen led Steve over to see the three friends that had accompanied her to San Jose.

"Cindy! How are you? Dakota, you look great! Audrey! It's nice to see you again, even with your clothes on!" joked Steve as he hugged each of the girls. "Thanks for making the trip with Gwen. You're good friends."

"Yeah, it was quite a sacrifice," deadpanned Audrey. "We rode all the way over just to get hugs from Gwen's boyfriend. You'd think he was Steve Hammer or something the way the girls wanted to ride with us. Luckily we only had room in the car to accommodate the four of us and our suitcases. We'll be cheering for you at the game tomorrow."

"Yeah, and I want to hear Gwen make those strange noises again tonight," added Cindy with a chuckle. "I'm still trying to get the ending down. I can do the rest of it pretty good."

"It's game night and we have curfew, plus rules against having girls in our rooms," so there won't be any funny noises tonight," responded Steve with a long face.

"Hey, Hammer!" called Jeff Charles. "Are you going to keep all of these ladies to yourself, or are you going to introduce them to us?"

Steve laughed and escorted the girls into the hotel where he spent an eternity introducing the girls to his teammates. Gwen laughed and joked with the guys as they all crowded around her. Many of them had their phones out and were taking 'selfies' as Gwen smiled and posed with everyone that asked. It wasn't until the next day as the team warmed up that Steve realized that seeing Gwen in person had raised his position with his teammates another notch. 

He lost track of how many of the guys told him what a beautiful woman Gwen was and how lucky he was to have such an incredibly sexy, but down to earth girlfriend. In the short time she had spent with them, Gwen had made a tremendous impression on the team.

Steve realized that he had never given much thought to Gwen's skill with people. She joked and flirted with the guys on the team, but never misled any of them and never said or did anything inappropriate. She knew what position each guy played and even mentioned some of their more memorable plays from the season. She was beautiful, intelligent, and extremely personable. Even the coaches thought she was tops. Steve's appreciation of his girlfriend increased to an even higher level after the trip to San Jose.

When Gwen sang the National Anthem before the game, the guys were even more impressed, if that was possible. The game itself was a laugher as Navy scored early and often to win 42-21. On the plane ride home, Gwen was a bigger topic of conversation than the victory. That was when Steve realized that he needed to adjust his perception of how much effect Gwen had on men. She practically had his teammates bewitched!

The next week, Notre Dame came to town. They played the game in Landover, Maryland. Notre Dame was ranked seventh nationally. They were led by an explosive offense and a stingy defense. Steve passed for almost four hundred yards, but the Irish had too many weapons and crushed Navy 48-36. The score was actually closer than the game had been. A late touchdown made it look like Navy had been in it, but they had been thoroughly flogged, and the players knew it. 

Rather than spend time worrying about the loss, the team increased its efforts, and won the rest of its games. The Army game wasn't even close. Army had no answer for the high flying offense of the Navy. When Navy received an invitation to play Penn State in one of the lesser bowl games, everyone on the team was ecstatic. 

The game was scheduled for the Saturday afternoon between Christmas and New Year's. 71,000 fans filled Sun Devil Stadium to watch the most exciting bowl game of the year. Pregame hype focused on the Jared vs Steve showdown. It was well known that the two had gone to high school together and were close friends. Would they be able to put aside their friendship and play their best against each other?

The first play of the game answered that question. Steve faked a handoff to the running back and then turned throw a pass to the tight end. That was as far as he got before Jared hit him like a truck and flattened him for a six yard loss.

On the next play, Steve stepped ahead to pass only to find Jared jumping high in an attempt to block his pass. Steve simply double pumped and then rifled the ball twenty yards down the field to his wide out for a first down.

Navy began keeping the fullback in to help block Jared as no one on the Navy offensive line was able to contain Jared by themselves. The score seesawed back and forth the entire game. Navy found itself with the ball and down by five with just over two minutes left. They were on their own fifteen yard line. 

Navy fans were on their feet, fully expecting Steve to lead the team down the field for the winning score. Navy did manage to march to the ten yard line with seconds left on the clock. On the final play of the game, Steve's pass was just beyond the outstretched hands of the tight end. When the replay was shown on the big screen at the stadium, a Penn State defensive was shown to have clearly held the jersey of the tight end, preventing him from getting to the ball. The Navy fans became extremely irate and vented their wrath on the officials.

Objects began flying onto the field in the general direction of the officials. Luckily, most of the items tossed there way were light and had little effect. Steve was disappointed at the outcome of the game and how the officials missed a critical play, but he had learned long ago that it was part of the game. They were simply men doing their best, but still prone to human error.

Steve made the snap decision to join the officials as they headed for the tunnel to their dressing room. He hoped that his presence would prevent the Navy fans from overreacting. He was trotting alongside a line judge when he caught movement from the corner of his eye. Instinctively, he turned his head in that direction as his left hand shot up and caught a half full beer bottle about a foot over the line judge's head.

A hush enveloped the fans in that part of the stadium as they realized what had just transpired. Steve had just saved the man's life. The bottle had been traveling directly for the man's head. With the distance covered and the weight and speed of the bottle, there was little doubt what the results would have been if not for Steve's speed and coordination.

The man Steve saved never saw the bottle and had no idea how close he had come to serious brain damage, or death. The officials kept trotting for the lockers while the fans nearby began clapping and cheering as Steve stopped running, and held the beer bottle up in amazement. The moment had been caught on camera and was soon being replayed on the huge screens on each end of the stadium as the players left for their lockers.

When Steve entered the locker room, he heard the expected bitching about being cheated out of the win by the officials and felt he had to say something. "I can't speak for you guys, but here's how I see it. We lost the game, not because the officials missed a call. I missed three passes in a row in the second quarter and we had to punt. I threw an interception that killed a drive. I was sacked three times and hurried a bunch more.

"Blaming men that have to be in on every play and are expected to be perfect on every play isn't what Navy football is about. Blame me. I wasn't in for every play like the refs were, but I made more mistakes than they did. We've had too great a season to have it end with us players acting like spoiled kids. This is the test. Anyone can be a gracious winner. We lost. How we handle that loss will determine what kind of a team we are and what kind of men we are. So if anyone asks why we lost, blame it all on me if you need someone to be responsible."

"I don't think that's accurate," stated the halfback as he studied his shoes. "I fumbled the ball on that long drive in the third quarter. If I hadn't dropped the ball, we would've scored."

"Hell! I missed at least three easy tackles. One was when the punt returner ran the ball back for a touchdown," declared Jake Dern, the big middle linebacker. "This loss is on me. We all know that." 

By the time the players had showered and reported to the media room to answer questions directed at them by sports reporters, not one of them would blame the officiating for the loss. Each man would point out a mistake they had personally made that may well have cost the team the game.

When Steve made his way to the podium for the post game interview, he received more questions about his catch of the thrown bottle than about the game. It made the evening news as well as the highlight reels. 

Lady in Red Productions had leased Sun Devil Stadium for the evening of the game as soon as it was known that Navy had accepted an invitation. Three hours after the game ended, Gwen, Jordan, Charlie, Steve and the band took the stage to perform. The game had been a sellout and the concert enjoyed the same success. All profits were donated to a local children's hospital. Lady in Red Productions' reputation for charitable works continued to grow.

"Hello! Steve!" called Kate as Steve's daydreaming was brought to a screeching halt. He shook his head to clear it and to bring his mind back to the present. He swept the memories of that first bowl game from his mind and concentrated on what Kate was saying.

"I guess I'm not all that interesting to you. I was telling Captain Neary that you still have that beer bottle stashed someplace. You did put it away somewhere, didn't you?" continued Kate.

Steve was about to respond when the doorbell rang. Ashley jumped to her feet and hurried to the door. She soon returned with Chip Martin following her closely.

"Paula, I'd like you to meet Kate's white knight. He's also the man that may be your future son. This is Chip Martin. Chip, this lady is Kate's mother, Paula. Tread lightly."

The young man stepped up to Paula and took her hand and brought it quickly to his lips. "Mrs. Anderson, it is truly a pleasure to meet you. It's obvious that your daughters inherited their beauty from you."

Paula's face reflected her surprise as she looked from Chip to Steve and back to Chip. "I understand that I owe you for saving my daughter's life last night, Chip. That and the fact that Steve speaks so highly of you makes you always welcome in our home. Is proposing to a damsel in distress after you save her part of the job description of a hero these days?"

"I understand your confusion. For half a dozen years, your beautiful daughter, Gwen, has been keeping company with a guy that's afraid of commitment. When one of your other beautiful daughters meets a real man that's willing to take the next step without fear, or need of persuasion, or a shotgun, you quite naturally experience surprise and suspicion. Not all men share Steve's fear of commitment. I'll take Kate and we'll go pick out a ring right now."

"I don't think that's necessary. Steve's never been anything but fully committed to Gwen. She's in medical school and he's in the service, so the time isn't right for them to take their relationship to the next level. I would suggest that you don't try to demean Steve to me or anyone else in this family. You won't be very popular if you do," cautioned Paula.

"What about it, Kate? Do you care if I run Steve down? He acts all high and mighty all the time. He wasn't there for you in the alley, and I was," reminded Chip. "You'd choose me over Steve any day, wouldn't you?"

"I hope you're kidding," responded Kate. "The truth is that no one is better than Steve as far as this family's concerned. Mom's right. If you made me choose between being Steve's friend or yours, he'd win every time."

Chip broke into a big smile as Kate finished speaking. "You folks have to be the best family I've ever seen! Steve kept telling me how beautiful, loyal, sincere, and intelligent the Anderson women were, but I found it hard to believe. I've never seen anyone like that, and I questioned if people like that existed. I apologize for teasing you like that. 

"Steve and I have been through a few things together that forced us to depend on each other to survive. He saved my life during Hell Week. I don't forget things like that. You're right about him. He's the best man I ever saw; a lot better than I am," added Chip. "You backed the right horse."

"Why don't you sit down, have some breakfast, and tell me more about what Steve said about me?" suggested Kate. "Did he really tell you that all of us Andersons were beautiful?"

"Could I speak with Lieutenant Martin for a minute or two first?" interrupted Captain Neary. "I've been tasked with getting a report on the events of last night. I expect a full written report within forty eight hours. It will be precise and leave nothing out. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Sir!" responded Chip as he came to attention. "It will be on time and complete!"

"If I may change the subject, gentlemen," began Gwen, who had quietly listened to the various interactions of the morning. "Chip, do you have a dress uniform here in Sparta? Do you have one with you, Captain?"

"Okay," continued Gwen when both men nodded in the affirmative. "Tonight the hospital auxiliary is having a formal dance as part of the celebration of the grand opening of the new children's wing. I think that you two gentlemen should escort Kate and Ashley to the affair. You're invited to sit at our table. Our company will pick up the tickets and any other expenses that you might incur. What do you say?"

"Kate, would you be my date for the hospital dance this evening?" responded Chip immediately as he looked into Kate's smiling face.

"I'd be delighted!" answered Kate just as quickly.

"Ms. Summers, could I have the honor of escorting you to this evening's festivities?" asked Captain Neary as soon as Kate responded to Chip.

"If you call me Ashley, I would be happy to accompany you, Captain Neary," agreed Ashley with a slight blush. "That is if Steve thinks it would be okay."

"Please call me Mark," returned Captain Neary. "But, can I ask why Lieutenant Hammer has to agree to our evening?"

"The truth is, Mark, that I've made some bad decisions regarding men and dating in the past. Now I rely on Steve to help me determine if I should accept requests for dates. It's no reflection on you. It's all about my past mistakes and lack of sound judgment."

"We've discussed this before, Ashley," began Steve. "You're not the same young girl that you were years ago. You're very capable. You've already indicated that you'd like to go with Captain Neary. He's an officer in the U.S. Navy. His reputation is extremely important to him, as it should be. He'll make an excellent date, and he'll be a gentleman at all times."

"That's all I needed to hear, except for one other thing. You aren't married, engaged, or going steady with anyone, are you, Mark?" asked Ashley pointedly.

"God, no!" laughed Captain Neary. "I'd never accompany a beautiful woman like you to a function if I were in a relationship with another woman. It would guarantee the end of that relationship. Few women are as lovely as you, or secure enough to allow their significant other to enjoy your company for any period of time." 

"Does the Navy have courses in courting women or something?" wondered Gwen out loud. "Every one of these officers keeps trying to outdo the other. It's the smoothest group of men I've ever been around. We'll have a lot of fun tonight!" 

Later that day, Steve escorted Gwen into the Lady in Red Center, where the hospital auxiliary was holding its formal dance. They entered with Charlie, Jordan, Kate, Chip, Ashley, and Mark Neary. Steve was pleasantly surprised to find Lisa and Jason already seated at their large table with Paula, Ted, Steve's grandparents and Paula's parents.




Lady in Red Pt. 02 Ch. 07



Steve wasted no time hugging Lisa tightly before holding her at arm's length and looking at her swollen stomach. Lisa smiled as Steve gently touched her abdomen.

"It's a girl and her name's going to be Stevie Paula Hunter. You can guess where we came up with the name. You saved my guy. I don't know how to thank you for it. I'm not as strong as Gwen. I was so scared that my baby would lose its father before she was even born. Then Gwen told us that she was certain that it was you racing down the hill that day and I felt tremendous relief. Jason's very capable, but when you're with him, nothing can defeat you both. If I didn't love you before, I would now. You've been a Godsend for our family."

Jason had slowly gotten to his feet to shake Steve's hand and hug Gwen. Gwen introduced Lisa and Jason to Chip and Mark. As the group stood chatting after the introductions, William Patterson leaned back in his chair and spoke to his wife and the members of Paula's family that were still seated.

"Do you realize what you're watching here tonight? Look at the people Steve and Gwen are surrounding themselves with. This is no coincidence. They're forming a union of sorts. They've selected men and women of courage and integrity for their inner circle. I've never seen a more impressive group. Smart, attractive, disciplined, honorable, industrious and extremely talented are just a few of the words that come to mind to describe them."

As William Patterson finished speaking, Jared, Naomi, Charlotte and Billy joined Gwen, Steve, and their friends. Naomi proudly wore her Navy dress uniform while Jared wore his Army uniform. 

William Patterson summoned a man carrying a camera in his hands and another around his neck. "I know you're hired to photograph tonight's festivities for the hospital's web page, but I'll see that you get an extra thousand if you get pictures of Steve and Gwen together, and then with each of these couples, and finally of the entire group of friends. Those pictures just may be priceless sometime in the future." 

The photographer nodded his understanding and quickly moved over to the group to instruct them about what pictures he wanted of the group and how he wanted them to pose.

Like everyone else in the country, he knew a great deal about the exploits of Steve and Gwen and was delighted to have the opportunity to photograph them. He was even happier that he'd get well paid to do it. He had Gwen and Steve stand together for several shots. 

Then he asked the Anderson Sisters to stand together with their respective dates behind them. "Have you ever seen a better looking family?" asked Paula's beaming mother, Caroline. "I know I may be slightly prejudiced, but the girls are gorgeous and the men they have backing them are amazing. I want a copy of that photo!"

It took some time, but the photographer managed to go through all the possible permutations requested by William Patterson. He exchanged cards with Steve's grandfather and moved on with his cameras. Steve excused himself to use the bathroom before the music started.

Gwen watched as Steve slowly made his way across the room. He was constantly engaged in conversation by people as he passed them. She saw him shake hands with Governor O'Leary. Congresswoman Branca, who was hoping to replace retiring Senator Dawson, managed a few words with him before he disappeared into the hallway.

"He's in great demand," observed Ashley as she sat down next to Gwen and spoke quietly. "Did you know that Steve is being transferred to the Washington? He won't be with his team after this week. Mark just told me about it."

"What do you mean?" asked Gwen quite loudly, with no concern for who heard her. "Steve loves being a SEAL and serving with his team. Look how well he just did in Colombia. The Navy's been trying to get him to agree to an assignment in DC since he graduated the Academy. Why would he agree to it now?"

"I guess he hasn't mentioned his deal with the Pentagon to anyone, but it's going to be announced in a day or two, so you'd be better off hearing it now," responded Captain Neary as everyone at the large table listened intently to his words.

"You all know that Steve has been used by the Navy for recruiting and PR. They didn't want him to become a SEAL and rumor has it that he was expected to drop out during Hell Week. They were especially hard on him, thinking he'd decide it would be a lot easier to travel and do promotions than become a SEAL. We all know how that worked. He refused to give up and survived everything they dished out.

"The next option was to keep Steve away from any sort of combat. SEALs are often covert and Steve may have the single most recognized face in the world. It frustrated him, but he didn't complain and he fit in well with his teammates. When the situation in Colombia developed, Steve lobbied all the way to President Hanson about being permitted to go on the mission.

"The Pentagon relented, but with the understanding that after the mission, he would gracefully accept an assignment in Washington in a capacity yet to be determined. He readily accepted the offer and that's where we stand now."

"He did that because he knew Jason was in Colombia. He made that deal so he could help him get out alive!" reasoned Lisa. "He risked his life, and sacrificed his career to protect my family."

The entire table became quiet as everyone considered Lisa's words. "What happened while I was gone? It looks like a wake instead of a party," observed Steve as he stood behind Gwen and looking over the grim faces at the table.

"We just found out what you gave up in order to go on that mission to rescue Jason," responded Lisa. "I don't know what to say."

"Well, the music's started, so if you'd dance with me, we'll think of something," suggested Steve as he offered his hand to Lisa. "Is it okay with you, Jason, if I dance with your beautiful wife?"

"Please do! I'm even stiffer than you. The doctor told me to stay off my feet for a few more days, so dancing is definitely out."

"You are going to be the most beautiful mother I've ever seen," began Steve as he took Lisa in his arms. "Your little girl will be precious. I'm going to spoil her every chance I get."

"Thanks, Steve! I know you will and that's fine with Jason and me. I'm sorry about the Navy making you leave your SEAL team and transfer to Washington. I feel like it's my fault."

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about," smiled Steve as he looked into Lisa's eyes. "I wasn't too happy about my situation. The Navy had no plans of using me on any missions and they made no bones about it. I understand their reasoning. I guess it made sense. I'm pretty well known and SEALs are usually anonymous, and often covert. I didn't fit the mold.

"When Jason wound up in that situation, I saw it as a chance to repay a debt and to have at least one mission under my belt before transferring to Washington. It worked out perfectly. Jason is healing, you and the baby are healthy, and I managed to go on an important mission. You and I both know that they'd never send me again after the way the situation mushroomed in Colombia.

"I'll let you in on a secret. I just saw the group that wants Gwen to run for congress. They're here tonight. It's possible that Gwen will be spending a fair amount of time in DC after the first of the year. We'd be together a lot if she does, so don't feel bad for me. This could be perfect," finished Steve as he led Lisa back to the table.

"It looks like Steve has managed to raise your spirits," observed Gwen as a smiling Lisa took her seat next to Jason. "Why doesn't that surprise me? And why didn't you tell me that you're going to be given an assignment in Washington, Steve?"

"I was going to tell you this evening, while you were in my arms, getting lost in my eyes. I didn't allow for Captain Neary letting the cat out of the bag. I assume that's where this information came from," added Steve.

"Gwen isn't the only woman that can get a guy to talk by using her charms," retorted Ashley. "Mark had no chance once I started rubbing up against him like Gwen does to you. He told me everything."

"In that case, I don't blame him a bit," chuckled Steve. "I'd think less of him if he could resist you. You're a gorgeous woman!

"Now, for the rest of my newly hatched plan. Amber told Gwen that there's some talk of mounting a write-in campaign for Gwen for congress. The people formulating that option are here this evening. We all know that Gwen, while extremely busy, would make an excellent member of the house. Plus she would be in Washington quite often and I'd offer my services to escort her to important events," suggested Steve as he watched Gwen for her reaction.

"You devious rascal! If I somehow managed to be elected to congress, we'd be spending a lot of time at social events, like dances and weddings and all kinds of galas. That would be great! But, I'd be spending a lot of time having my arm twisted by lobbyists trying to buy my vote. I'd never agree to any deals," stated Gwen with conviction.

"Before the evening is over, Gwen will be asked if she'll serve in congress if she is elected. I think she's head and shoulders above the people in office now and she should agree to serve. I doubt if anyone else in the country, with the possible exception of Jordan, could win a write-in campaign for a seat in congress. Along with Jordan, she's the most loved person in America. I'd like each of you at this table to consider the advantages and disadvantages of Gwen accepting. Tell her what you think so that she can hear various points of view and make a good decision."

"I'm ready to state my opinion right now," declared William Patterson. "There's no doubt in my mind that Gwen would be the best congresswoman in the country. Plus, we live close to Washington, so she and Steve could visit us all the time!"

"Think it over, everyone, while I whisk this beautiful lady onto the dance floor. Let's get out there while my leg is still feeling good," urged Steve as he took Gwen's hand and guided her onto the dance floor.

"Do you really think I can handle the responsibility?" asked Gwen as she and Steve glided across the floor.

"I don't think there's much of anything that you can't handle, Gwen. I meant everything I said about your qualifications. But right now, just concentrate on being in my arms again and think about how much I love you."

It was half an hour later when Gwen was approached by three women representing an independent group of voters in their district. As expected, they asked Gwen if she would be interested in becoming a write-in candidate for congress. By that time, Gwen had listened to her family and friends, as well as Steve, encourage her to consider the opportunity.

"I will serve if elected," responded Gwen to the women. "I will not spend a minute, or a dime campaigning. I will not allow anyone to tell me how to vote, not even one of you. I will owe no favors and serve no special interests. I'll listen to discussions and do research on my own before I decide how to vote on any issue. I will be especially focused on the health and welfare of our less fortunate citizens, and children. I will rely heavily on Steve. If any of those items are deal breakers, find someone else. Otherwise, toss my name into the hat and see what happens."

It was only a short time later that the Democratic candidate for congress found an opportunity to speak to Gwen and Steve. "I understand that you've decided to run a write-in campaign for congress. You realize that it could get pretty rough. The media will dig into your past. They'll find embarrassing things and run it on TV. You should know that the Republican candidate likes to run negative ads and will probably attack you for things like appearing nude in movies or hanging with those shabby bikers, or even for being so young. Are you even old enough to serve in congress?"

"I will not be 'running' for anything. I will accept the position if elected. My life is an open book and I have no worries about what others may say about me," responded Gwen politely. "If voters don't like something about me, they can vote for someone else. That's the beauty of a democracy. I'll be twenty five in August, so I'll be old enough to serve. Thanks for your words of caution, and your consideration." 

Gwen just finished a dance with Jared when she was asked by the Republican Candidate if she could spare him a minute of her time. Gwen held onto Jared's hand as she nodded for the man to speak.

"I had hoped to speak privately with you. Politics can be very delicate and we don't need anyone to repeat what we say," insisted the man.

"That just might be one of the biggest problems with politics," stated Gwen coldly. "Jared was my complete trust and can hear anything you want to say to me. He's an officer in the US Army, a gentleman, and my dear friend."

"That's what I was going to speak to you about. You don't understand politics. You're a lovely white woman and you're often seen being very friendly with blacks, bikers, and even homeless people. You can't win the election with friends like that. But you can be, and will be dragged through the mud. I suggest that you forget about this crazy scheme before you embarrass yourself, and your family. I know you have a lot of money, but you can't buy a seat in congress."

"You're an ass!" spat Gwen as she looked at the man like she would a snake. "I will not be insulted by the likes of you. I will not abandon my friends. I will not try to buy a seat in congress, and I especially will not have any more to do with you! Please escort me back to my table, Jared."

"It's begun already!" fumed Gwen as she took a seat at the table and related the conversation that she had with the two men running for congress. "They tried to intimidate me into not running. I will be humiliated. My family will be embarrassed. People don't like that I'm friends with blacks, bikers, and homeless people. They won't like that I'm trying to buy the seat. They won't like that I've been topless in movies. They won't like me and won't vote for me!"

"I don't speak for anyone else, but the topless thing makes me want to vote for you even more," admitted Billy while everyone else remained silent.

Suddenly Gwen began to laugh. "Billy! You're such a typical man. I hope you're representative of how men think. That simple statement has helped show me that I can't worry about negative comments or ads. I'm proud of the movies we made, the songs we sang, the concerts we gave, the TV shows we made, and especially the friends we've made! If people truly don't like me for those reasons, they really should vote for one of the other guys. Do I have your vote, Billy?"

"You're kidding me, right?"replied Billy as he arched his eyebrows and stared at Gwen's considerable cleavage before adding, "You've got two big advantages over your opponents, unless Naomi runs against you."

"Well thank you, Billy!" beamed Naomi as everyone laughed. "Now perhaps you can tell everyone who has the bigger ass; Gwen or me?"

A few minutes later, Chip was on the dance floor with Kate. "You're a beautiful woman. I thought Steve was probably stretching the truth a little when he talked about you, but he didn't even do you justice. I've seen you in movies, but I thought it was probably a lot of makeup and special effects or something."

"Steve really told you that I was beautiful?" asked Kate as she moved closer to Chip. "That means a lot to me. I totally adore the guy, even though he's ruined my life."

"I thought he was always extremely good to you. How did he ruin your life?" questioned Chip.

"I watched him saw how a man can be, but I could never find one like him. Lisa fell in love with Jason, and he's a great guy, although he isn't Steve. I couldn't find anyone that came close. I've been jealous of Gwen and even of Lisa for a few years now. He ruined me for normal men. Why couldn't I find a guy like Steve? Was it because I wasn't like Gwen? She's so smart and beautiful. She sings and dances and always knows what to do and what to say. She's rich and famous. I'm just a little sister," revealed Kate as her eyes misted.

"Well, it's a good thing I came along then. I trained for the SEALs with Steve. To be honest, nobody's like him. I was always good at everything and was a very fast learner. Steve is on a whole different level. But you know what? I've learned that it doesn't make me less of a man. It just makes me try harder. 

"Gwen is an amazing woman, but so are you. You don't live in her shadow. Kate Anderson is known as a beautiful, witty, and intelligent woman. It's pretty obvious that Gwen loves you and Lisa as much as a sister could. Steve and Gwen belong together, but that doesn't mean that you and I should give up. We're pretty damn good people, too."

"You're funny. Thanks for being there for me last night. You were really brave. You reminded me of Steve the way you handled those awful men. I don't mean that in a bad way."

"Don't tell Steve I said this, but I consider that the supreme compliment. I've seen him in battle and I'm glad we're on the same side. Can I see you tomorrow? We can do whatever you want, as long as I get to do it with you."

"Do you know how to ride a big Harley, by any chance?" asked Kate with a grin.

"Is the Pope Catholic? I've been riding big bikes since I turned 16," boasted Chip. "I've heard all about the rides your family and friends go on. Want to ride tomorrow?"

"I've always had to get Gwen, Lisa, or Jordan to let me ride with their guys. It would be really cool if I had my own guy to ride with for a change," replied Kate with enthusiasm. "I hope we can get the others to ride with us. It's so cool when we're all riding down the road and people come out of their homes and businesses to wave and take pictures." 

Meanwhile, Gwen and Steve had been approached by a male reporter working for channel 12. "Can you confirm to us that you've decided to run as a write-in candidate for congress?"

"Actually, I can confirm that I'm not running for any office. I have simply agreed to serve, if elected. I will not be campaigning for any office. I will not spend money to campaign, nor will I form any political action committees."

"How will you get voters to consider you if you don't campaign? How can you expect them to vote for you?" asked the confused man.

"I don't expect anything. I'm willing to serve if elected. It's that simple. If I don't get any votes, my life will go on as it has. It's entirely up to the electorate," replied Gwen.

"How will they know your position on the issues? What's your stand on immigration? Gay marriage? The economy? Tax reform?" persisted the reporter.

"I have no position on these issues. I would research them and discuss them with people directly affected, as well as some trusted friends and advisors. If people want simple answers to those questions, they already have two candidates that excel at that. I'm not going to be pushed or bullied into making rash statements about complex issues," responded Gwen calmly.

"What about your personal life? You admit that you and Steve Hammer are lovers. You've appeared topless, and even naked in movies. Do you expect voters to disregard that fact? They may not feel your moral turpitude is acceptable for serving in congress."

"Truthfully? I hope they rent, or buy all of our movies and watch them a hundred times. What's your point? I don't have to defend myself to you or anyone else. I'm not running for office. If people find my life style offensive, they have other options. I won't stop loving Steve, or sleeping with him, even for every vote in the country. I won't renounce my friends, and I won't change the way I live in an attempt to curry favor. I'm not campaigning for votes. Try to wrap your head around that fact. Besides, my friend Billy said that he considered my appearing topless to be a couple of big pluses in securing his vote," laughed Gwen.




Lady in Red Pt. 02 Ch. 07



"How do you think I handled that?" Gwen asked Steve as soon as the reporter was out of earshot. "Was I too casual, too indifferent?"

"Not at all," laughed Steve. "I think you've found the way to run for office. Don't worry about votes, or positions on issues. Why waste time learning them before you're elected? You're too busy learning medicine to worry about the things he was asking. People need to know that they would be electing an intelligent, caring person that will take the time to study an issue, speak to people affected by it, and then make a calm, informed decision. You'll make the best decisions possible. What more could they ask for?" 

"I sort of hope I get elected. You're going to be in Washington and that really increases its allure for me. I'd rely on you a lot, but people must know that by now. I would think that fact would garner votes for me. Everyone knows how well you handle international situations. You're a proven statesman," praised Gwen. "Voters could do worse than have us working for them in Washington."

"Sis, could I ask you and Steve a big favor?" interrupted Kate as Chip stood quietly behind her. "A little while ago they announced that there's going to be a big fund raiser for a family down in Statenburg tomorrow. The husband was wounded in Iraq and the wife is battling breast cancer. They have three kids. It's less than three hundred miles. Would you guys talk your posse into riding down there tomorrow to support the event, if you feel up to it, Steve? I could ride with Chip and he'd see how cool it is run with the big dogs. For the first time, I'd feel like I was part of everything instead of just tagging along."

"You should explain to Chip that these Harleys don't have training wheel?" joked Steve with a straight face as Chip flashed a big grin. "I'm feeling better every day and would love to go. If Gwen's willing, we'll ride with you, regardless of how the others feel about it, but I bet most of them will want to go."

Kate explained her idea to the friends sitting at the table. "I can't ride that far yet, and I'd worry about Lisa and the baby, but we can drive one of the vans and be part of the support group this time," offered Jason as the rest of the group quickly voiced approval of the idea.

"Okay, we're on for tomorrow. Now I have a couple more chores for Kate. If she wants to run with the 'big dogs' as she put it, she needs to learn how it all works," stated Gwen.

Gwen led Kate up to Johnnie Dee, the DJ supplying the music. She spoke to him for a short time and Johnnie nodded his head in agreement. As the song he was playing ended, he picked up the microphone.

"Folks, I have a young lady here with me that wants to make an announcement. It's for a great cause and I ask that you all listen to what she says. I present Kate Anderson."

Kate took the microphone from the DJ and began stating her case. "We all heard the announcement about the family in Statenburg. The mom is undergoing treatment for breast cancer and the father is a wounded veteran doing his best and working two jobs. Jordan and Charlie, along with my big sister and her amazing boyfriend, along with some of their friends have agreed that tomorrow will be a great day to hold another 'Ride for American Pride'. 

"We'll be pulling out of Marsh's Landing tomorrow at seven AM. We'd like as many people as possible to join us for the ride. If you can't make the ride, please try to get to the benefit that's going to be held all day tomorrow in Statenburg. If you can't make it, please consider a donation to this wonderful American family that's struggling through no fault of their own. You'll be able to meet Jordan Quick, Gwen Anderson, Charlie Burns, Steve Hammer, and many of their friends and relatives and help a family in need. Thanks!"

As Gwen led Kate toward a young man speaking with the Governor, she shook her head in wonder. "Kate, you did great! I keep thinking of you as my little sister, but you've grown into a beautiful, intelligent, compassionate woman and I'm extremely proud of you. Use your considerable charm on this reporter."

"Hello, Governor. We don't mean to interrupt, but my sister, Kate, wants to speak to Mr. Peirce. Mr. Pierce, this is my sister Kate."

"I just wanted to ask you if you could mention our ride to Statenburg tomorrow in your report. It's for a great cause. I know it's short notice, but we could really use the publicity to help the family," finished Kate as she flashed her best smile.

"Are you kidding? Everyone knows what happened to Amber Stahl's career when she started getting exclusives from your friends. I'd be happy to interview you and do my best to get it on our news tonight and tomorrow morning. I just ask that you keep me in mind for future stories and events. We could help each other out by working together. Let me get my camera and we'll do the interview." 

Gwen and Steve stood close by as Kate gave an interview to the reporter. "You're a natural at this," observed Steve. "You have a quick wit, a great sense of humor, you're beautiful, and speak very well. I'm impressed."

"Don't give her a swelled head. Now, Kate, you need to go on the company social media pages and blog about the ride. Then write to our webmaster and have him put it on our site right away. Doing good deeds takes some effort," chuckled Gwen. 

For the next half hour, Kate worked with her phone, posting the ride's route, destination, and goals to social media. She was pleasantly surprised at how well Chip understood what was needed and helped her. While Kate and Chip worked on their task, Steve led Gwen back to the dance floor.

He pulled her close and leaned down so his face was inches from Gwen's as they danced. He spoke softly about his time in Colombia and how badly he had missed her. He told her how relieved he was to get out alive with the two kids and how much he appreciated her efforts on his behalf. Gwen asked questions and responded to Steve's as they danced, oblivious to those around them.

"Look at my granddaughter and your grandson," beamed Caroline to Beatrice Patterson as she nodded toward Gwen and Steve. "Can anyone have any doubt how they feel about each other? Everyone's watching them and they don't even realize it. That's how love's supposed to be. I'm so proud of Gwen and so happy for her. Your grandson brings out the best in her."

"Permit me to state that Gwen is the catalyst that allows and encourages Steve to do the amazing things he does," countered Beatrice Patterson. "He's devoted to that girl. I still get weak when I think about her declaring that Steve was coming home on that helicopter and how she ran all the way to the hospital to greet him. This is far more than a normal romance!" 

As Gwen and Steve moved close to Governor O'Leary and his wife, the governor interrupted their tete-a-tete. "Word gets around quickly in politics. I've heard that you're willing to accept the position of congresswoman if you're elected, Gwen. The two men running for the office are going to fight long, hard, and dirty to win that seat. That's how politics work. You need to expect insults, lies, half-truths, and old fashioned mudslinging. I'm afraid that my party will be as bad as the opposition.

"I want you to know that I've stated my position on the matter. I told everyone that you aren't running for office and that our party needs to focus on the guy that is. I will not be party to any attacks on you, Steve, or your families. That doesn't mean that they won't happen, so be prepared, and good luck!" 

"Oh, dear!" worried Gwen as she and Steve danced across the floor. "I never dreamed that I'd be the object of their attacks. I'm not even running for the office, but Governor O'Leary seems to think that they'll attack me, you, and our families. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea."

"That's exactly why good people don't run for office. You have a conscience, scruples, feelings, and pride. They won't understand or trust someone like you. You need to stay focused. You aren't running, so you needn't answer questions, or defend yourself, me, or your family. The more viciously they attack you, the more afraid they are of you. So take it as a compliment when it all hits the fan. Maintain the high ground. I'm beginning to think you'll be spending a lot of time in Washington the next two years."

The next morning found Kate clinging to Chip on a big Harley as they led their friends out of Marsh's parking lot and down the highway. Kate was ecstatic to be so involved in the ride and to have a handsome guy of her own to ride with. She waved and smiled to everyone they passed. It was a beautiful, sunny day and riders soon began joining them.

Almost five hours after they began the journey, Kate and Chip came around a big curve a couple miles from Statenburg. The locals had all heard about the ride and were waiting and watching to see them arrive. What they saw was a seemingly unending line of bikes rounding the curve down by the river and heading for their town. Nearly all of the citizens had cameras and phones recording the event.

The local police had a hay field at the far edge of town cordoned off for the group to park. Chip slowed way down as he led the way through the heart of town and into the field. People were cheering and yelling approval as the riders kept coming around the curve even after Chip had parked and shut his bike off. 

"Kate! Look at all of those bikes! There must be thousands! I can't believe I'm part of this, never mind on the lead bike. I hope they have enough food and drinks for a crowd this big. This is incredible!" stuttered a flabbergasted Chip as bikes lined up and parked.

"Let's get down the street to see what's going on," urged Kate as she tugged Chip's arm. "We've come here to spend money to help this couple. They expect us to be gracious and friendly to everyone, so you'd better be on your best behavior!"

Event organizers greeted Kate, Chip, Jordan, Charlie, Gwen, Steve and their friends when they approached the park. A well dressed young man stepped up to speak with them.

"Thanks so much for coming to our fund raiser! We were worried about having a good turnout until we saw the news last night and again this morning. Now we're worried about having enough food and entertainment for everyone. I want you to meet the family we're doing this for," beamed the man as he beckoned for a couple with three children standing off to the side.

The two adults smiled nervously as they walked toward the man motioning for them, carrying a small child and leading two others. The couple was obviously emotional as they approached the group to be introduced. 

"This is Marge and Tony Novobilsky, and their three children. Marge wants to say a few words to the crowd and then I'll turn the microphone over to you folks."

"Thank you so much for coming here today and for bringing so many friends," managed the wife as several TV cameras recorded her reaction, as well as her words. "My husband Bill and I can't tell you what this all means to us. We don't feel like we deserve it, but we're very grateful to all of you." 

The crowd shouted and applauded its approval of the woman's modest welcome. Then Gwen nodded to Kate, who smiled and stepped forward to take the microphone from the woman.

"You very much deserve all of this because you represent the best of America! You're hard working people doing your best to raise a good family. Folks like you are the heart and soul of this country. You've fallen on hard times, but you never gave up, and never complained. We're all in your debt for helping us remember what we stand for and how proud we are to have neighbors, friends, and citizens like you and your family.

"We've heard how tough the past few months have been for you and we're here to help. Lady in Red Productions has made arrangements to pay off your mortgage. We're also going to cover all of your medical expenses with the hope that your only concern will be getting well so you can enjoy your family for a very long time!"

The huge crowd now roared! Kate waited for the cheering to abate. "We're also putting down a very handsome donation to reward all of you that have worked so hard to prepare this wonderful fund raiser. We're paying for all of the food right now. We have more food and drink coming, so eat up. It's all on Lady in Red Productions. Thanks so much to all of you that have done so much to help this family. You bring us all great pride and pleasure.

"Those that want to donate can still play the various games offered here at the park. There will also be designated people accepting donations for this wonderful family.

"I've prevailed upon my sisters, Gwen and Jordan, along with my big brothers, Charlie and Steve and their friends in the band to give a little show here later on this evening. Our trucks will be setting up in the parking lot shortly and the show will begin once everything is ready. You're the people that have made this all possible and we thank you from the bottom of our hearts!" proclaimed Kate as she waved to the cheering crowd. 

Lisa and Jason had joined the group as Kate ended her impromptu speech to the crowd and walked back to her friends smiling broadly. "I just spent a whole bunch of your money, Gwen. It felt pretty good. Did you see how happy the family was when they heard the news?"

"I think it's time that Kate, Lisa, and Charlie heard the latest news," insisted Steve. "Let's step inside the van so we can talk in private for a few minutes. Would the rest of you wait here while we speak to Charlie, Lisa, Jason, and Kate?"

Once they were inside the van, Steve nodded to Gwen to begin. "I won't waste a lot of time with this. When Lady in Red Productions was formed, Steve's grandfather and Clyde Davis put up the front money and were equal partners with Jordan, Steve, and me. They included a provision that if the company made certain goals, they would receive a substantial sum of money and be bought out. That goal was reached quite some time ago.

"Jordan, Steve, and I own the company now. We're concerned about several things. What if one or more of us should die? What happens to the company? Can the three of us control so much money and use it wisely? The three of us decided to bring in some partners that we can trust to help us make good decisions.

"Long story short, we're asking you three, Lisa, Charlie, and Kate to agree to become partners with us in the company. This proposal would grant you the same rights and powers as held by Jordan, Steve, and me. You'd be very wealthy, but have a huge burden on your shoulders. We need you guys and we trust you completely. There'd be no clauses or options to remove any of you. We'd simply be six equal owners. You'd sit on the board and have all of the rights and responsibilities we have. Will you do it?" 

"I don't know what to say!" gasped a shocked Lisa. "I was happy with the great job and pay you gave me. I never expected this!"

"So I just gave away my own money?" stated Kate, pretending to be disappointed.

"I'm not family and I feel like I'm taking advantage of your generosity," worried Charlie. "I don't do this hoping to get more money."

"You've each just shown why we trust you so much," pointed out Gwen. "Think it over, but let us know soon. This is not a just favor we're asking. It's a plea for help. You'll be taking some of the pressure off us three."

"Make no mistake about this," added Steve. "Jordan is family. Charlie, you're the lucky guy that won her heart, and our trust, and now you're family. Kate and Lisa are family. Jordan, Gwen, and I love them unconditionally. This'll truly be a family business now.

"I can't believe you guys would want me, and trust me this much, but I've already made up my mind," managed a very excited Kate. "I'll be going to law school in the fall, but you can deal me in. This company needs a good shyster!

"Now I have a new worry. What if Chip just loves me for my money? How will I know how he really feels?" wondered Kate.

"Don't worry about that," advised Steve. "He's much shallower than you give him credit for. He's enamored with your beauty and your body. Money hasn't even entered into it."

"You're definitely going to be invited to the wedding!" laughed Kate. "You've been saying a lot of nice things about me, and to me lately. I like it."

"I always have said and thought nice things about you, but you've been a bit insecure because of the shadows your beautiful sisters cast. It's finally dawning on you that Kate Anderson is more than a sister to Lisa and Gwen Anderson. She's sexy, smart, beautiful, and funny as heck. Now she can add 'rich' to her resume."

It was an almost euphoric Kate that rejoined Chip and their friends a few minutes later. Lisa and Jason were sporting big smiles as well. Charlie just seemed nervous.

"What's the problem, Charlie?" asked Jordan when the two were off to the side and out of earshot of others. "You act like your dog just died. It seems like you'd be happier. I agreed to marry you, and now you're filthy rich. Some guys would think they've won the jackpot."

"Jordan, this is huge. I worry about being good enough for you. You deserve the absolute best in the world, someone like Steve. I'm just a musician. Now I'm going to be a partner in a huge company. What did I ever do to have such good luck?"

"The way I heard it, you asked Steve to jam with you one night. That was the beginning. The rest was your honesty, kindness, generosity, good looks, talent, and hard work. That's why I fell in love with you. And never try to tell me that Steve, or anyone else, is better than you! You're my guy. You accepted me when I was damaged and made me whole. You taught me the difference between sex and love. We both love Steve, mostly for the same reasons, although I hope his big muscles and great smile don't affect you like they do me. 

"My point is simply that I'd be a monster if I didn't love Steve and Gwen. So would you. But that doesn't mean that we aren't pretty special in our own right. Do you want to buy a car, a boat, and snort cocaine now that you're rich? I know better. I bet you're already thinking about ways to help people. 

"You love Gwen. How could you not? I love Steve. We really have no choice. It's beyond our control. But we also love each other. Let's support the finest people we'll ever meet while helping a bunch more along the way. We'll do it together and we'll love every minute!" 

Later that afternoon, as they were preparing to take the stage for their promised performance, a reporter they had never seen before, approached Gwen and Steve. He wasted little time asking his main question.

"Ms. Anderson, how do you respond to the rumors swirling around on the internet today about your mother?"

"I have no idea what you're referring to with that vague question," retorted Gwen. "Why don't you get to your point? We're quite busy."

"It's all over the internet. There are lots of pictures and stories that state that your mother and your boyfriend are in a sexual relationship, and have been almost from the day you met him. The pictures are from dances and events where she's in his arms. The looks they share appear to be quite intimate. Did you know about the affair? You must have seen them together and suspected something. What can you tell the viewers?"



Lady in Red Pt. 02 Ch. 08



"Let me see if I have this right. You're telling me that the internet has stories alleging that Steve Hammer and my mother are involved in an ongoing affair. Is that accurate?" asked Gwen calmly.

"Yes, that pretty well sums it up. What is your response to this affair?" asked the reporter doggedly.

"You told me just in time! I was going to accuse my grandmother of trying to steal Steve away. I almost made a terrible mistake!" admitted Gwen with a twinkle in her eye.

"Excuse me? Did you just say that you thought your grandmother was having an affair with your boyfriend, Steve Hammer?" repeated the stunned reporter.

"Yeah. See how stupid it sounds?" laughed Gwen. "Yesterday, I was asked if I would serve in congress if I were elected by write-in ballots. I agreed that I would. Today I'm told that there are stories on the internet claiming my boyfriend and mother are sexually involved. Coincidence? I think not. 

"The amusing part of this is that Steve and I are in show business where it's said that all publicity is good, as long as they spell our names right. Sadly, stupid rumors like this will simply sell more CD's and movies. 

"Can I assume that you can't identify the source of these rumors? In an effort to derail my imaginary political career, the perpetrators of these foolish stories have probably helped me in my movie career, even as tasteless and cruel as these rumors are. As far as my non-existent political career goes, I strongly urge anyone that believes that Steve and my mother would betray me and my father in this manner, to vote accordingly. If they choose to believe this attack on me and my family, they really shouldn't consider me for a write-in candidate for any office, even for dog catcher. 

"However, if voters believe in Steve, in his honor and his love for me and respect for my dad; if they believe in my mother's love and respect for my dad and for me, they'll realize what a sorry-ass attempt this rumor is. They'll ask where it started, and who started it. Crap like this is why I wouldn't actually run for political office. This so-called rumor isn't worth the effort it would require to disprove, or deny."

"How did I handle that?" asked Gwen once the reporter left. 

"I thought you did great, except that I worry about your grandmother's reputation," replied Steve, attempting to keep a straight face. "This is exactly what Governor O'Leary warned us about, except it's happening much sooner than I expected. If people believed stories like that about us, we'd have no reason to even consider any sort of public service." 

After another well received concert, the gang rode ten miles to a motel where the company had reserved ten rooms for them for the night. Across the street was a Denny's that was still open, so the group wound up there. Soon the friends were recounting their impressions of the day.

"Mom called while you were performing. She saw your interview and was proud of how you handled it. She didn't seem all that upset about being linked romantically with Steve. I guess even older married women have Steve fantasies. Grandma was especially happy with your response! She said that she wouldn't mind if rumors about her and Steve circulated. She thought your answer was perfect. How did you think to make a joke of it?" asked Kate as everyone waited for their orders to arrive.

"Because the entire thing is laughable," responded Gwen. "Mom is still very beautiful, but we all know what happens to women that fall in love with Steve. Mom is one of those women, one of us women, to be honest. We know that Steve places a very high value on integrity and loyalty. If Mom, or Lisa, or Kate, or Naomi, or Charlotte, or Ashley, or Becky, or Stephanie, or Aunt Diane, or Nadiya tried to get Steve to sleep with them, he'd think less of them. We all know that's a fact. Like the rest of you, Mom loves Steve too much to risk losing his respect, friendship, and love. Besides, neither she nor Steve would ever disrespect Dad or me that way."

"You sound awfully sure of yourself," observed Charlotte. "What about all of the women that don't care or understand how Steve feels about loyalty. The ones that just want to climb on the sexiest man in the world and take him for a ride?"

"You said that with way too much enthusiasm!" complained Billy. "Unless you're saying that I'm the sexiest man in the world!."

"It's a tossup between you and Steve," laughed Charlotte. "Honestly, I think you have the same values as Steve in that regard. You're not going to dishonor me, or yourself that way. You're actually a very good man and a great boyfriend."

"Up to a point," agreed Billy. "Just tell Gwen's mom not to tempt me. I'm only human."

"Hey! Let's not keep bringing my mother into these discussions," insisted Kate. "I never realized how much you men appreciated older women. Just get Mom out of your heads."

"Gwen handled it well and I think it'll be a good guide for her responses to the stupid questions and rumors she'll face between now and the election," offered Steve. "There's another issue I'd like to discuss with everyone. Kate's brush with those cartel guys the other night has started me worrying. That in turn, caused me to try to come up with a solution.

"We're very wealthy, famous, and approachable. That's a good thing, for the most part. It's my feeling that we need to take steps to protect our friends and family, especially the kids that will be cropping up before too long. Lisa's already pregnant, Jordan's engaged and she's mentioned she'd like a family, and the rest of the ladies here have biological clocks ticking," joked Steve as Gwen and Ashley poked him in each arm.

"My feeling is that the company should purchase a large tract of land and build a dozen or more homes on it, as needed. Personally, I would all of our close friends and family to live in this new community, if possible. You'd each have a place to call your own, except for the obvious couples, who would share a home. Lisa and Jason would have one home, as would Gwen and I, Jordan and Charlie, and probably Charlotte and Billy. Mark and Chip would always be welcome. No homes of your own at this point, guys. I'd want Naomi, Ashley, Becky, and Will and Diane to live there, too."

"My thinking is that we'd have a manned gate, a very good fence or wall around the perimeter with electronic surveillance, as well as all state-of-the-art equipment to maintain privacy and safety. When we were at home, there'd be no reporters, no sight-seers, no salesmen, and no crazy bastards, unless Chip drops by.

"The other advantage is that I'd know that when I wasn't home, Jason, or Billy, or Jared, or Charlie, or Ted, or any combination thereof would be there to handle any problems our loved ones may face."

"That's a super idea and thanks for including us!" responded Billy excitedly. "Dad told me last week that the Van Wyck estate is on the market. It's got over three hundred acres with a big lake in the middle. I think it's listed for an awful lot, though. Dad said he heard they want five million for it."

"Mom and Dad would live there, too?" questioned Lisa. "I really like the idea! Since Jason and I are going to be part of the company and people will perceive us as very wealthy, I worry about little Stevie. Once she's born, I want her to have the safest possible home. With Jason in the house and Dad, Steve, Billy, Jared, and Charlie close by, I'll feel much safer. Count us in your company, and we're supporting this idea, right Jason?"

"Absolutely! This is a great idea! I've seen how things get around your parents' home when Steve, Jordan, and Gwen are there. I was a bit concerned for our daughter, too. This would be perfect."

"Steve, this is brilliant!" proclaimed Gwen. "We'll buy that land and start construction right away. We'll get a really good architect to draw up plans, but I'd like us to have big log cabins on the hills overlooking the lake. Dad took us up there once when they had hiking trails open to the public. The lake is beautiful!"

"We'll need a huge guest lodge for all of the company that visits, like the presidents of various countries, kings, queens, and friends," added Kate. "This is a great idea!"

"This all sounds so much like Asgard!" exclaimed Ashley. "You're even going to have Valhalla! This'll be the best home ever."

"I took business in college," retorted Billy. "Could you put all of that in something easier to understand for us non English majors?"

"I'm not saying that Steve's a god, or that Gwen and Jordan are goddesses, but they're way above average. Asgard was where Odin and his wife Frigg lived. It had at least a partial fence around it, as well as a huge lodge named Valhalla. Odin ruled from there," explained Ashley.

"Ashley just named our new home! Steve will be our Odin and he'll 'Frigg' his queen every chance he gets!" declared Kate as the whole table erupted into hearty laughter.

It was a happy group that traveled back to the motel. "We have lots of rooms, but Ashley and I agreed to double up. We want to compare notes on a couple of sailors we met," announced Kate once everyone shut off their bikes. "Don't look so sad, Chip. We'll be riding back to Sparta together tomorrow. You're a really good guy."

As she spoke, Kate stepped in close to Chip and wrapped her arms around him. Then she kissed him long and hard on the lips as the rest of the group watched. 

"That should give you something to dream about," teased Kate as she looked up at Chip's smile. "I hope you ask me out again."

"Rats!" exclaimed Gwen. "I was hoping to be able to open the door just as you were about to give Chip his first kiss and embarrass you, just like you did to me."

"You forgot a few details. That was your first date ever; you were just 18 and pretty shy. I'm well beyond all of those things. I'll never forget your face when you looked at me as I was closing the door," laughed Kate. 

"I'm not exactly an ingénue, but I'd prefer to have a gentleman walk me to my door before he's rewarded for a wonderful day and evening," suggested Ashley as she smiled warmly at Mark.

"May I see you to your door, Madam?" offered Mark as he bowed gallantly. "I've had the best two days I can remember, and it's because of you. Riding on that bike with a gorgeous woman hanging on to me is a real rush!"

"It was special for me, too. Like Kate, I've always had to settle for catching a ride with someone else's guy, or risk riding with some psycho. I felt very safe with you," admitted Ashley as she reached her door and turned to face Mark. "Here's your reward. I hope you like it."

Ashley had to stand on her tiptoes and stretch up to allow her lips to meet Mark's. She held the kiss a little longer than Kate had with Chip. Then she settled back down on her feet.

"I'll see you in the morning, and I hope well beyond tomorrow. You've shown me a great time, and I thank you for being such a gentleman," whispered Ashley as she went inside her room and closed the door. 

The next morning Chip and Mark were constantly grinning and very attentive to Kate and Ashley. The rest of the group smiled as they watched how happy Kate and Ashley appeared as they prepared for the ride.

"Steve, we'd prefer if you led the trip back," stated Kate as they walked to their bikes. "Leading the pack was a lot of pressure. We had to watch everything and go the right speed and stuff. On the way back, Chip and I just want to ride, maybe talk a little, and not worry about where and when to turn and that kind of stuff."

Steve nodded to Kate and then spoke to Charlie. When the group pulled onto the highway in Statenburg, Steve and Gwen rode alongside Charlie and Jordan as the two couples led the way. The group was soon joined by other bikers that had apparently spent the night in the area. By the time they had gone a hundred miles, they had once again gained hundred of riders. Most of the route did not cover interstate highways, so the bikers were seen by thousands as they roared through towns along the way. Everywhere they went, they saw signs and banners thanking them. American flags flew everywhere. As they got closer to Sparta, they began seeing large banners declaring support for Gwen for congress. Gwen smiled and waved especially hard to the people holding those signs and banners.

"It doesn't look like these people are going to hold me sleeping with your mom against you," joked Steve. "I can't wait to get her in my arms again."

"You and all of the other guys! What's with my mom that gets you guys all worked up? She's a beautiful woman, but she'll be fifty in a year or so. Most guys would be happy with a girl like me," pouted Gwen.

"I sure am!" replied Steve. "Your mom represents authority, maturity, beauty, and is totally out of reach, hence her appeal. Jordan's mom is a lovely woman, but she's still working on her maturity and she's certainly not out of reach, although she seems to be getting better. You represent smoldering sexuality, brains, beauty, a great figure, an amazing voice, acting talent, ... and a sexy mom," added Steve just before Gwen pounded his shoulder several times as they rode through the small town. 

When they were about half way home, Steve and Charlie led the group into a shopping center. The parking lot was huge and there was plenty of room for everyone to park. Gwen quickly went inside as they rest of the group waited. Soon several store employees emerged from the building with the small hand operated forklifts carrying many cases of water. 

"The water's on us," announced Jordan to the large group. "If anyone needs to use the bathrooms, go ahead. We'll wait until everyone's back before we head out again."

Gwen returned from the store with a big smile. "They had a huge poster from that last scene in 'Rise of the Queen' and asked me to sign it. They had a black bar across my nips, but everything else was showing, including your sweaty muscles and big sword. You have such a big sword!" joked Gwen as she arched her eyebrows several times. "I'm getting sidetracked. They said they'd hang it under some Plexiglas to keep it clean and unmarked. You know how teen boys are with pens and markers when they see my boobs."

As Gwen waited for the stragglers to return to their bikes, her thoughts "flashed back" to how she first learned about the movie trilogy that would eventually propel Lady in Red Productions into becoming one of the larger privately owned companies in the nation. It was five years prior and she had just finished her first year at Stanford and returned home to Sparta.

"Your boyfriend has been hiding one of his talents again," began Paula at the dinner table the first night Gwen was home. "He wasn't busy enough with his schedule and football last fall. In his spare time this winter he wrote a screenplay for a movie. As near as I can tell, it's a period piece that somewhat parallels your romance. Clyde Davis and William Patterson read it. Then they sent it to people that are supposed to know about these things for their opinion. Those experts thought it was extremely good.

"We'll begin filming next week, mostly on sets in L.A. As you might guess with a movie written by Steve and about characters similar to you both, you're going to be the star of the first and third movie."

Gwen's head was swimming as she listened to her mother's references to Steve and her next movie. Was it one movie, or several?

"Steve never said anything about any screenplays. I thought he spent his time studying, working out, and fighting off women. Are you telling me that he wrote one movie, or several movies?" asked a confused Gwen.

"It was written as one, but Steve really had no idea how much material a movie required, so he made it a bit too entailed for one film. Now it's going to be a trilogy. All three parts will be filmed in the next couple of months. As I said, you're the star, not surprisingly. It's quite easy to see that the heroine was patterned after you. She's smart, beautiful, voluptuous, and fearless. It's you, as Steve sees you, and he certainly seems to like what he sees. It's a remarkable story," concluded Paula.

"What's it about?" asked Kate as she was unable to remain silent any longer. 

"It's about Sparta, it's purely fictional, and not meant to carry any historical merit. He obviously did some research, but the name and location are not really important. It's an amazing story about a girl very much like Gwen," added Paula as she placed vegetables on her plate and passed them to Ted.

"A movie about Sparta?" questioned Kate. "Will the heroine meet a stud at a mall and fall in love and live happily ever after? Hasn't that been done already?"

"In Steve's movie, the heroine struggles with building a state, fighting an ongoing war that threatens the existence of her city, and overcoming decay and corruption that could destroy everything. She uses her beauty, brains, and courage to bring Sparta back to greatness. She rises from the dust, rubble, mayhem and strife to become the queen of what eventually becomes the strongest empire in civilization," responded Paula as she watched Gwen and Kate try to follow the plot she described.

"She becomes the queen? Of Sparta? This isn't present day Sparta, is it? It's about ancient Sparta? What's the movie going to be called?" asked an increasingly excited Gwen. 

"It's the Sparta trilogy. The first movie will be 'Sparta; Rise of the Queen', followed by 'Sparta; Rise of the Warrior', and finally 'Sparta; Rise of the Empire'. This is an extremely ambitious undertaking for our company. We're financing the entire thing with no outside funds. There will be no special effects, and no famous actors, unless they work for scale. You, Steve, Jordan, your sisters and friends will have to carry the acting burden. We've hired an up-and-coming director that still works pretty cheaply."

"Wait! Did you just say Gwen and 'her sisters' would be in the movie?" shrieked Kate. "I'm going to be making a movie? What will I wear? Will my hair be long? Do we have costumes?"

"Kate, please let me ask Mom some more questions," insisted Gwen. "You're tormenting me on purpose, Mother. Are you saying this is a movie about ancient Sparta and that it will have similarities with what Steve and I have experienced? In the first movie, I become the queen? The second one will be about Steve, the warrior, while the third one is about the two of us building an empire?"

"In a nutshell, that pretty well covers it," replied Paula. "It's far more complicated than that, and very well written. We're tasking Jordan and Charlie to not only act in the movie, but to write the music, along with whatever Shelley Malloy is able to contribute. We're trying to keep this project low budget. That way it won't have to win Oscars to make the company some money. It's going to be hard to do better than 'Midnight Lights' did for us."

"How are we going to film next week when Steve will still be at the Academy for another month?" asked Gwen. "Did you think about that?"

Paula smiled as she responded. "Of course we did. 'Rise of the Queen' will only have Steve appear for the last couple of minutes. You'll be carrying the load, along with all of your friends and relatives that are willing. You'll be contacting Jordan, Ashley, Becky, Stephanie, Charlotte, and even Nadiya. Sparta is a matriarchy with some extremely beautiful young women. It's funny how Steve envisioned this movie, isn't it? He actually wrote parts for each of those girls, although you, Jordan, and Becky have the best roles. Becky losing her hand really touched Steve. He put her in 'Midnight Lights' where she did very well, and she has a very good role in this movie. The fact that she's beautiful hasn't harmed her chances, either. We're going to have a very interesting summer!"

"Why didn't you tell me that you were writing a screenplay?" demanded Gwen when Steve called that evening. "Mom laid it all out for me at dinner. It sounds like a great project, but why keep it from me?"




Lady in Red Pt. 02 Ch. 08



"Honestly, there are a couple of reasons. I didn't want you to try to influence me to lessen your role. I know how modest you are. You're going to be the star, pure and simple. You'll become the most famous actress in the world, if you aren't already. I know you, and this part is going to be easy because it's you.

"The other reason I didn't tell you is that I had no idea how it would be accepted. I had the fear of rejection. Now that it's becoming a reality, I feel even more nervous. If this project tanks, I'll never live it down."

The next week found Gwen, along with her sisters and girlfriends in L.A. preparing to film 'Rise of the Queen'. They were all anxious and eager to start. The night before filming was to begin; they all met in Gwen's room and excitedly discussed the movie and their roles in it.

"I can't believe that I'm going to be cast as a 'beautiful female warrior', at least according to the description. I was thinking of myself as an ugly freak before I met Steve, Jordan, and Gwen," revealed Becky with emotion. "Steve wrote this really cool part for me. I even tell Gwen what an amazing lover he is, after she sends me to murder him and I can't do it. I hope that means I get a love scene with him in the second movie, if you're okay with that, Gwen."

"Of course I am," replied her amused friend. "This is acting, so you'll just have to pretend that you enjoy kissing the guy and having him make passionate love to you. Steve must think you're up to it."

"He'll be 'up to it' if I have my way," laughed Becky. "You two have such a great way of looking at things. You don't feel jealous when he does love scenes with other women? The ones he did with Jordan in 'Midnight Lights' were really hot. I wonder if he'll want me topless."

"Steve wouldn't insist on anything that you were uncomfortable with," assured Gwen. "As much as he'd like to have your girls smashed up against his chest, he'd let you make the decision, no matter what the scene called for in the script. I'm sure of that."

"Maybe I should rephrase that," grinned Becky as she looked around at the other girls. "I sure hope he wants me topless!"

"I get to do a love scene with Charlie in the third movie. Steve told Charlie about it and he's already nervous and super excited about everything," giggled Jordan. "It's not like we don't practice all the time. I keep telling Charlie that all he has to do is act naturally. He's a very good lover. Is that too much information?"

"Not at all," chuckled Gwen. "I was surprised to see that I have a couple of love scenes with older guys. I'm supposed to be a queen in the making that will do anything for her people, including a couple romps with some older, less attractive guys. I complained to Steve about it, but he said the scenes are essential to show the audience the depth of my commitment to the survival of Sparta. Then he told me I was supposed to act like I didn't enjoy it. I told him that shouldn't be too difficult. I'm nervous about being with someone besides Steve, even if it's just acting."

"How come Stephanie and I don't have any love scenes with Steve?" complained Kate. "He made my character kind of shy and reserved. I wanted to be one of those bad girls that are so good at being bad."

"That sounds like my part!" laughed Nadiya. "In the first movie, I'm the queen of a different state, scheming to gain control of Sparta. Near the end, I refer to Steve's character as my lover, so I'm hoping I'll be the one having the big love scene with him. My father will have a coronary if I take my clothes off, but my mother told me that if it's with Steve, I should go for it! Imagine your own mother telling you that."

"I'm not one to tell stories out of school, or to break confidences, but Steve let me look at my part in the second movie and I do get some action with Steve," admitted Naomi. "Remember these movies are set in ancient times. People didn't live too long and they were more open about sex. Monogamous relationships were not as common as we might think. Steve's going to be a warrior and the leader of men. He'll have a strong appetite for sex. If he didn't, his men wouldn't respect him. My job in the movie will be to help him gain and keep the respect of every man close enough to hear my screams of pleasure."

"Now that I think about it, since Steve wrote these movies and he's in them, he'll probably make love to everyone of you at least once," mused Gwen. "Charlotte and Ashley, will you have any scenes with Steve?"

"Maybe one or two, but my clothes will be on most of the time," teased Charlotte. "I'll tell you this. If he gets his head under my skirt like he did yours in the last movie, I'll probably hold him there for a few days, or possibly even strangle him to death."

"I'm not sure how many love scenes Steve and I will have, but he did write the movie, so it'll probably be a lot," reasoned Ashley. "Maybe I'll be Becky's stand-in, or body double if she chickens out. Seriously, if he has love scenes with Becky and none with me, he'll hear about it!"

"Not if I have my thighs wrapped around his head!" promised Charlotte. 

That was the beginning of one of the best times Gwen ever experienced. She and her friends spent every day together for a month. They were often in the same scenes, or at least some combination of the friends would be in most scenes. Steve and the other men arrived near the end of the last week of filming for the final scene. It was a defining moment, a scene that would live forever in the minds and memories of movie lovers.

At the end of 'Rise of the Queen', Steve, the warrior, learned of Queen Nadiya's treachery and deceit. He then led his men in a titanic struggle against the superior forces of Nadiya's much larger army. The ineffective Spartan army had already been routed. Gwen and the other women of Sparta watched the battle rage just outside their city. With their army destroyed, it was very apparent that the two sides were battling for control of Sparta and its people. 

After a very hard fought and bloody battle, Nadiya's army finally fled in disarray. Steve proudly marched his men into Sparta, and directly to the Queen's residence. With no army to protect her city, the Queen quickly decided that she must do whatever she could to save her people. She bravely walked out to meet what she believed to be uncivilized, barbaric mercenaries. 

She and Steve faced each other in the last scene, finally meeting after each hearing so much about the other. Gwen was far more beautiful than what Steve had imagined. Steve was obviously stronger and more virile than any man Gwen had ever seen. Finally, Gwen took a step forward. Then she released the catch that held her robe together. It fell to her feet as she knelt before the Barbarian, naked but for a necklace that rested between her firm breasts.

"If you will spare my people, I will do your biding," promised Gwen as her subjects, and Steve's soldiers looked on. "I ask nothing for myself, but I beg you to be merciful to my people."

Steve slowly took in her beauty. After nearly half a minute, he finally spoke. "We are men with no home. We are warriors with no cause. When we die, we have no one to mourn us. I cannot honor your request, but I make one of my own in its place.

"Allow my men to remain in Sparta. Grant them full citizenship as Spartans. Let them keep their weapons. Allow them to live peacefully when possible, but to fight for Sparta when necessary. Grant us this, and we will pledge our loyalty and fidelity to you, our Queen. Deny it, and we will march away, never to trouble you again," promised Steve as he removed his own cloak and gently placed it on the shoulders of the stunned queen.

As Gwen slowly stood, she gathered the cloak around her body, collected her thoughts, and then commanded, "Give me your sword, Barbarian!" 

Steve stood before her, bare-chested and with numerous scars and cuts on his ripped torso. He unsheathed his heavy sword and spun it around so the hilt was facing the Queen. She reached out with both hands and accepted the heavy weapon before issuing her next order.

"Kneel before your Queen!"

Steve and his men dropped to their knees and bowed their heads. Throughout the film, the Queen had insisted that Sparta could not be safe as long as the Barbarian leader drew a breath. She feared his skill as a warrior and his influence as a leader. She had sent Becky on a failed mission to kill him. Now she held his sword in her hands as he kneeled before her. As she slowly raised the sword, the movie faded out.

The second movie, 'Rise of the Warrior' was all about Steve becoming the leader of an army of mercenaries with no home land. It ended with exactly the same scene. Needless to say, the public was extremely anxious for the final film of the trilogy to be released. In the year that 'Rise of the Queen' was released, Gwen was nominated for, and won, an Oscar for her performance. Steve won for screenplay and Jordan and Charlie took home the Oscars for best original sound track and best song.

The first movie was a huge success and it set the table for the next two parts. 'Rise of the Queen' was released Labor Day Weekend. 'Rise of the Warrior' came out the same weekend as the Academy awards, with 'Rise of the Empire' later in the spring. It was still showing in theaters when the group traveled to Kiev and decided to build the hospital. The success of the trilogy brought in over a billion dollars to Lady in Red Productions and catapulted the careers of Gwen, Steve, Jordan, and Charlie to new heights. 

"Gwen! Are you ready to ride?" asked Steve as he sat on his motorcycle and called to her. "Everyone's ready to roll."

Gwen suddenly realized that she had been lost in her memories formed five years ago when she was filming one of the most successful movie franchises ever. She quickly climbed on the bike behind Steve and forced herself to focus on the present.

Late afternoon saw friends and family gathered at Paula and Ted's place for a spur of the moment pool party. Ted had just opened the pool that morning.

"This is probably the last time Dad will have to open the pool," began Gwen as everyone sat at picnic benches with their full plates. Last night Steve suggested that we buy a tract of land to build homes for all of us. This morning, Ashley made an appointment with the realtor that has the Van Wyck estate listed for sale. They work holidays and weekends, especially for the sort of commission this will bring.

"She should be back any minute with the paperwork. It's a full price, cash offer, so I can't imagine it not going through. We'll be breaking ground within a week of closing on the property," predicted Gwen.

"Excuse me?" interjected Paula. "Why do you think Ted and I want to move? Why that property? What's behind this sudden idea?"

"We thought you'd like to live in a new home close to your daughters and grandchildren in a gated and patrolled community with no reporters, tourists, stalkers, or salesmen bothering you. Did I misjudge your feelings?" asked Gwen with a slight smirk.

"I didn't say that we didn't want to be near the grandchildren, or be away from reporters and tourists," replied Paula quickly. "Just explain what's going on."

"Lisa, Kate, and Charlie have agreed to join the company as equal partners. We've all agreed with Steve that we should have a safe haven where all our extended family can live. Lady in Red Productions is going to buy the Van Wyck estate and build log cabins on the hills around the lake. There will be a perimeter fence, a manned gate, cameras, and state of the art security everywhere. We want you and Dad smack in the middle of it all."

"I was concerned about safety after the attempt on Kate the other night and thought this may be a reasonable approach," added Steve. "Lisa's having her baby soon and many of the rest of us will be following suit in the next few years. We'd be living in a place where we knew and trusted our neighbors, had no unannounced visitors or press, and would feel comfortable that our loved ones were safe."

"Well, since you put it that way, I think Ted and I would certainly give it strong consideration," allowed Paula. "Thanks for including us in your plans."

"Mom, these guys all have fantasies about you. I don't know if you'd be safer there or not. You should hear the things they say!" stated Kate as she glared at the men sitting at the tables.

"I think they were teasing you, Kate. These young men all have very beautiful ladies. They wouldn't be wasting time and energy thinking about a woman my age," laughed Paula modestly. 

"Oh yeah?" retorted Kate. "Tell the truth. How many of you guys have fantasies about my mom?"

The guys looked around at each other, undecided as to just how serious Kate really was. Then Steve slowly raised his hand and the rest quickly followed suit. Paula's eyes grew wide in surprise and then she turned a bright red.

"See! That's why it wouldn't be safe in Asgard for you," reasoned Kate. "These guys are all perverts. They have the hots for my mother!"

"Just a minute," interrupted Steve. "Let's tell the whole story. How many guys have fantasies about Kate? Okay, how about Gwen? Jordan? Lisa? Ashley? Naomi? Charlotte? Old Mrs. Smith that lives across the street?

"There you have it. These guys appreciate beauty and harbor fantasies about the beautiful women around here, with the exception of Mrs. Smith. Even Ted raised his hand once we got away from his daughters. We men aren't perverts. We're completely normal males. Ted wouldn't be happy with a woman that other men found repulsive. Paula's beauty was a big reason for that stupid rumor about us having an affair. Men really aren't very complicated.

"But, and I stress this to all of you, none of these men will ever knowingly do anything to make you feel uncomfortable, or unsafe. You can skinny dip in the lake all day, every day. You will cause a lot of natural male reactions, but not one of these men would ever do anything inappropriate. That's why I feel this would work so well. We'd be our own best line of defense. If I'm gone and Gwen is sunbathing naked, she'll be safe, although there may be a few binoculars and telescopes trained on her cute little tush, or in Billy's case, on her big, ripe..."

"Okay!" interjected Gwen. "We get the picture. Men are perverts, but that's why we love them. We can trust these guys to somewhat control their perving. They won't touch, but they're going to look every chance they get. They all have some sort of "mommy" issues, so Mom has to be careful, and Dad needs to be vigilant." 

Before anyone could respond to Gwen's statement, Ashley emerged from the house and joined the group. She was all smiles as she sat down on Steve's lap.

"Since Paula is being so shy with her boyfriend in front of Ted, I thought I'd take this empty spot. Maybe the next rumor will be about me and Steve. Mom would be so happy for me!" laughed Ashley. "But Becky would be jealous.

"I just got back from seeing the realtor. We submitted a full price offer. It'll make the realtor's year if this goes through, and I don't see any reason why it wouldn't. I told him that we'd close as soon as the title work was done. As long as we get clear title, we can have it surveyed when we lay out the roads and building sites. This is extremely exciting. In fact, I think Steve's getting excited right now," teased Ashley as she wiggled her ass on Steve's lap.

"Mark, you'll have to get used to this kind of joking and flirting if you find yourself around us very much," explained Jordan. "We have a strict rule about no jealousy, and men don't touch the ladies, but the ladies can take some liberties with the guys. However, we are monogamous, and faithful to our boyfriends, husbands, lovers, or significant others. In my case, it's now my fiancé! Steve gets the brunt of the attention, but Jared, Charlie, and Jason have been the objects of some serious flirting at times. None of us dare flirt with Billy, as he's a real perv."

"Hey, I resemble that remark," grinned Billy. "You can't upset me no matter what you say. Not since that July Fourth bike ride and the hot tub in that log cabin. I'm a happy man, and I'll die a happy man. There was some seriously big, prime..."

"Okay! We get the drift, Billy!" warned Charlotte as she grinned sheepishly. "He's been living in fantasy land for a few years now, but at least he's a happy camper. I think it's one of the reasons he so excited about Asgard. He'll be surrounded by some of the most beautiful women in the world. If they happen to prance around in swim suits, or even au natural, he'll be in heaven, which I guess is what Asgard is when you think about it."

"One thing I want to mention while everyone is here is how much I appreciate the trust you all have in me," stated Ashley seriously. "You sent me out to spend a few million of your dollars. You've given me an unlimited credit card and access to your accounts. You never second guess or criticize me. It just makes me try harder to be the best assistant I can be."

"You wouldn't have the responsibility if we didn't have complete trust in you, Ashley. It also takes some of the pressure off Mom," responded Gwen. "The fact that I'm not upset that Steve has you snuggling on his lap is all the proof you need that I trust you. You've proven yourself too many times over the years for us to even question your actions. You're one of us, part of the extended family, and a very capable person."

Just then, Mark Neary's phone began ringing. He excused himself and walked a short distance away. He was only gone a short time before he called back to the group.

"Lieutenant Hammer! Please come over here!" was all he said as he held his cell phone up.

Everyone suddenly stopped talking as Steve gently place Ashley on her feet and immediately stood. He hurried over to accept the phone from the Captain. Gwen saw Jason and Chip exchange knowing looks, which made her begin to worry.

"What could this mean?" demanded Gwen. "Why do you and Chip know about this?"

"Nothing definite," responded Jason. "It's just that Mark suddenly went back into officer mode, so he must have been called by a superior. That superior wanted to speak to Steve right now. It's Monday evening on a long holiday weekend. Steve's just returned from a very dangerous and difficult mission where he received several injuries. This call isn't to wish him a happy holiday. Something's up. It doesn't have to be anything bad, or dangerous, so please don't start worrying."

Everyone watched Steve as he conversed on the phone. Then he grimly nodded his head as he agreed to something and turned the phone off. He then looked toward those seated by the pool and made a slight movement with his head. Chip jumped to his feet immediately and walked quickly over to his friend.

"Look at those two guys!" marveled Kate as the two friends stood close together, having a private conversation. "They're all tanned and tough looking and really serious about something. I have a bad feeling that this may be some SEAL business or something equally tough."

Suddenly the conversation ended and the men returned to the group. Steve reached down for Gwen's hand as he ignored the obvious question that was on everyone's mind. Chip took Kate's hand and led her toward a quiet area off to the side. Once Steve had guided Gwen far enough away that the others couldn't hear, he spoke quietly and calmly.

Everyone could tell that something had happened. The entire mood had suddenly changed as they watched the two men speak privately with the sisters. Kate stood very still before suddenly throwing her arms around Chip as she cried out.

It was only seconds later that Gwen did very much the same with Steve, but she spoke loud enough for the others to hear. "If you have to go, promise you won't be a hero again. You just do what you have to do and come home to me. Do you promise?"




Lady in Red Pt. 02 Ch. 08



Steve's response was spoken too quietly for anyone but Gwen to hear. Then he pulled her close and kissed her long and hard. By this time, Kate had her arms wrapped round Chip and was kissing him soundly. When they broke the kiss, they walked over to Gwen and Steve. 

Gwen spoke briefly to Chip and then hugged him tightly before kissing him on the lips briefly. Kate did much the same with Steve, but held the kiss much longer. Then the four of them walked back to the group.

"They have to go," managed Gwen as she fought back tears. "All we can tell you is that's important, and it's immediate. They're leaving right now."

It was obvious to everyone that Kate and Gwen were upset with the news they had just received. They clutched the hands of the two men as Gwen told everyone of their imminent departure.

"Mark? Are you going with them?" asked Ashley nervously.

"Only as far as Washington," replied Captain Neary. "I'm a JAG officer, not a SEAL."

Jason quickly understood the significance of that statement. He shook hands with both men and wished them luck. Soon, they two were being embraced as they said their goodbyes. A few minutes later, Mark, Steve, and Chip climbed into Mark's rental car and drove away, leaving Kate and Gwen holding each other as they waved to their men.



Lady in Red Pt. 02 Ch. 09



As Steve and Chip rode with Captain Neary to the airport, they discussed the current situation. They understood its gravity and dispensed with any banter.

"Kate wanted to try to talk you out of going," revealed Chip. "I told her that it wouldn't change your mind, but it would make leaving more difficult. She understood. She's amazing."

"Gwen wasn't happy, but she knows I've got it to do. It helped when I told her that you were going with me. You've made a very positive impression on the entire family, especially Kate. I don't have to tell you how important that family is to me."

"Yeah, and I can see why. The Anderson women are thoroughbreds. I've never seen a family with so much beauty and brains, yet remain so grounded," replied Chip. "I'm going to do everything I can to win Kate. I can't stop thinking about her."

"They're the best. That's for sure. This situation we're headed into may get kind of hot. Maybe it wasn't fair of me to ask you to come along, but there's nobody that I'd rather have cover my back. We'll have to keep our eyes open and play this close to the vest. I'm not sure exactly what the state department plans, but we need to be ready to adjust on the fly."

"I wonder how they're going to handle this. We don't negotiate with terrorists. What could they expect you to do?" wondered Chip. "I've got a bad feeling about the whole thing. Don't volunteer for anything stupid. Look at the life you have. You're wealthy, have an incredible girl friend, a great career, and some great friends. You've got it all. Think twice before you risk it."

Meanwhile, Gwen and Kate were still at home, trying to not answer questions. They were reluctant to say much of anything.

"Mom, we really don't know very much. Steve was told to report, and he asked Chip to go with him. He obviously felt more comfortable with Chip going along. You can understand why. Except for Steve and Jason, I've never been around a more capable, confident man," responded Gwen to questions from her mother.

"That's right!" agreed Kate. "I was going to ask Steve not to go, but Chip told me that responsibilities fall on the shoulders of men like Steve, and we can't ask him to shirk them. Chip said that Steve feels that it's 'his to do', as the two of them like to say, and it's important that we support him any way possible rather than make him feel guilty about leaving us to do what he must."

"This is quite unusual," interjected Jason. "Steve shouldn't even be considered for any mission until he's totally recovered, and given some time off. You just don't go on back-to-back missions. I'm guessing this may be something forced on the state department, rather than something planned. Maybe they want him to go to some function and escort someone's daughter around or something like that. Of course, he wouldn't need Chip for that." 

"Let's just try to enjoy what's left of the holiday," offered Jordan. "We need to have faith in Steve and Chip to do what needs to be done and come back to us. Let's talk about the new homes we're going to build. I want room for at least three kids in my house. Seeing Lisa pregnant has started my maternal juices flowing. Charlie and I really like the concept of all of us living close together in a safe environment. Steve had a great idea."

The next morning saw Gwen and Kate arrive in the kitchen quite early to find their mother already making coffee. They immediately sensed that something was wrong. Paula's face was tight and she looked extremely upset.

"You both need to watch the news from Iraq this morning! A bus with seventeen kids on it was hijacked yesterday. They were international students. All of them were children of western diplomats, mostly European. There's hell to pay. The kidnappers have demanded a ransom, or they'll kill the children," stated Paula very seriously.

"Do you think that has something to do with Steve having to report in last night?" asked Gwen as she moved in front of the television to better see the story.

"I'm afraid so," replied Paula grimly. "He's the ransom they're demanding."

Gwen suddenly became light-headed. She quickly sat down as her mother's words played over in her mind. "Steve's the ransom? Do you mean they want the government to swap Steve for the kids?"

"So it seems," replied Paula. "This is the same fanatical group that attacked Sparta years ago. They seem to have a real bug up their ass about Steve. They've put their demands out over the internet. The kids will be executed unless Steve is turned over to them by midnight, which is 5 PM here."

Gwen mulled that information over for less than a minute before she picked up her cell phone and pressed a number. "Ashley, have the crew of the Red Lady prepare a flight plan for Iraq and tell them to be on stand-by. Call the helicopter service and get them here to Sparta as soon as you can. They need to be ready to fly me to the airport on a moment's notice."

"Gwen, you can't be thinking about going to Iraq! It's not safe there!" gasped Paula.

"Don't even bother, Mom. Gwen has to go, and I'm going with her," insisted Kate. "Those guys risk everything for us. If they need us, we have to be there for them. What kind of women would we be if we just went about business as usual?"

"Oh, Kate! You, too?" cried Paula. "I understand, but I hate it. I'm going to call Jason and see what he thinks you need to take with you, since you're so determined to go. He'll have some good suggestions."

Twenty minutes later, Jason and Lisa walked into the house as Kate and Gwen pulled their suitcases into the living room. "I saw the news. Now your mom tells me you're going to Iraq."

"Yes, Kate and I are all packed. We'll be leaving before long. We just want to know if there's anything you think we should take with us. You're served in Iraq. What will we need?"

"What you'll need is me," responded Jason nonchalantly. "This trip is going to be dangerous as hell. I'm all packed and ready to go."

"You just got out of the hospital. You're not healed completely. Lisa's pregnant! We can't ask you to go with us," worried Kate. "Lisa, make him stay!"

"Kate, my guy is one of 'those guys', much like the guys you both have. He's not staying here when my sisters need him. I wouldn't ask him to. I love him because of his strength and devotion to family. I wouldn't have him be any other way. He'll take care of you."

"How soon are we leaving?" asked Ted as he emerged from his bedroom with a duffel bag. "Do I have time for coffee?"

"Dad? You're going with us? I'm not surprised when I think about it. You're the best father in the world!" managed Gwen as she hugged her father.

"The helicopter's waiting for us by the park. Let's get going," urged Kate as she hugged her mother and opened the front door. "Look at all of the reporters out in the street! It looks like the circus is in town."

"That's one more reason why we need Asgard," observed Gwen as she carried her bag out the door. "We have to get going. Dad, you drive. I'm so wrought up I'd probably run over a few of these idiots."

Ted threaded his way through the media frenzy and then accelerated down the street as reporters scurried to follow them. They pulled up at the park near the high school a few minutes later. Gwen was surprised to see two helicopters sitting on the grassy field near the parking lot. As she climbed out of the family SUV, several other cars pulled up and parked next to where she was standing.

"Look! It's Jordan and Charlie, Billy and Charlotte, Jared and Naomi, and even Coach and Laura!" exclaimed Kate. "Why are they all here?"

"I think it's because they're our friends. They must plan on going with us!" sobbed Gwen as she hurried to embrace them.

"Paula thought a good doctor might be needed and I wouldn't let her go without me," explained Coach Watkins. "A man has to keep his pregnant wife safe."

"Laura! You're pregnant! Congratulations, but do you think it's a good idea for you to be going with us?" worried Gwen.

"You kids keep saving the world and I keep seeing it on TV. This is my chance to be part of your incredible saga. We'll be telling our grandkids about this trip. Besides, you may need a good doctor and I happen to think that I'm one of the best. I never would have met Coach if you and Steve hadn't gotten us together. If I expect you two to be the godparents of my baby next winter, we'd better get over there and pull Steve's ass out of the fire."

"You always had a way with words," chuckled Gwen. "Thanks so much for coming along, even though I worry about your baby. As soon as we can, we'll head back home."

"You weren't thinking of leaving without telling us, were you?" asked Charlotte. "Paula called all upset and asked if Billy might go along to help keep you safe. I told her 'damn straight' he would and I'd be right there with him. Let's get loaded and headed for the airport."

"Gwen! Could I catch a ride? I was preparing to return to Washington when the network told me to stay here and interview you about this new situation. I was just getting to your home when your car left the driveway, so I turned around and followed," revealed Amber Stahl. "I'll stay out of the way and I'll clear my reports with you before I send them, at least until this is resolved."

"Sure, as long as you don't report anything that could endanger us, or Steve," replied Gwen. "That may mean waiting till this is all over and we have Steve back home."

"Everyone get on the choppers!" called Kate as she grabbed her bag and started for the helicopters. "We're wasting time that we don't have by standing here talking."

As the group crowded into the two helicopters, news vans began pulling into the parking lot. The first two into the lot managed to video the doors closing and the choppers lifting off. That was all they were able to report. The destination was unknown.

An hour later, the group had transferred to the Red Lady and was waiting for permission to take off. "Gwen, why are you going to Iraq? What do you hope to accomplish?" asked Amber as she aimed her camera at Gwen's face.

"You remember when Steve dove into that icy river to save those infants? I knew I had to be prepared to help him when he surfaced, so I jumped into the water to be there for him. It turned out that I saved his life because I was proactive. I didn't wait for the situation to develop. I saw what was going to be needed and I prepared for it.

"That's what I'm doing today, what all of us are doing. Steve may need help. He's going to need his friends and he's especially going to need me. I'm going to be as ready as possible when the time comes."

"What about your friends? Aren't you concerned that they'll be in danger, too? Is it a good idea to take them with you?" asked Amber.

"There are many different thoughts about what constitutes a friend," replied Gwen as she looked around at the assembled entourage listening to her every word. "For Steve and me, friends are people that we love, and we will risk everything for. They owe us nothing, but give us everything. I'd never try to dissuade any of these friends from going on this journey. It would be disrespectful to them. I'm their friend and understand how they feel about Steve and Chip, and about the responsibilities of friendship. These are the people I want around me when the chips are down. They'll stand with me, no matter what. Of that, I'm certain!" 

It was an extremely long flight with a stop in Germany for fuel. It was on the last leg of the journey when Gwen received the news. The pilot spoke briefly to Jason, who returned to the cabin to relay the information to the other travelers.

"The pilot just received word that Steve has been exchanged for the seventeen students. The kids are all safe and healthy."

Everyone went silent and looked to Gwen as the meaning of Jason's words sunk in. Gwen's lip quivered briefly, but she managed to force a smile. "Those poor, dumb bastards! Steve won't let them live now that the kids are safe. They'll all be dead before this is over."

"Yeah!" agreed Kate. "Chip will help Steve kill those mother f...., uh, mud suckers. Sorry about the language, Dad."

"Don't worry about offending me," chuckled Ted grimly. "If those mother fuckers aren't dead when we get there, we'll soon remedy that situation."

Kate's mouth fell open when she heard her father swear, but she soon recovered. "That's my Dad! Be sure you give Chip 'The Talk' when we get him back with us. He's going to be hanging around your youngest daughter quite a lot from now on!"

"There's got to be more to this story," reasoned Charlie. "The U.S. doesn't negotiate with terrorists. We'd never offer to exchange a citizen in good standing for foreign nationals, regardless of the threat to them."

"We'll try to figure all of that out when we can, but our first priority is to get Steve back," insisted Gwen. "We need to find Chip. He must have some sort of plan, or at least an idea on how to rescue Steve. I'm really glad now that he went with Steve. I'm certain he'll do everything possible to get Steve out of this mess."

"We need to begin making our own plans," advised Jason. "Jared, Charlie, and I have been on the ground in Iraq and understand the culture better than the rest of you will. Everyone needs to stay close and to heed any suggestions or orders from any of us three. It's got to be that way. There's no debate. Does everyone understand and agree?"

Everyone nodded their assent and remained quiet as Jason continued. "We'll find out as much as we can about where Steve was swapped, who he was handed over to, and where they may have taken him. The CIA should be all over this. I imagine they have a plan to get Steve back. We don't want to interfere with their efforts, but we need to be ready to do what we can."

The Red Lady landed in Baghdad around 1 AM Local time. Jason and Jared immediately began calling their Army contacts in Iraq. Naomi did much the same with her Navy friends.

"The guys are really upset that the state department allowed this swap," announced Naomi after speaking with some of her comrades in the Navy. "Our government didn't make the swap; they simply introduced Steve to the families of the kids being held. That was about an hour before the deadline. No one was surprised when Steve volunteered to make the trade. My friends feel that Steve was set up. The CIA knew what kind of man he is and how he'd respond to the situation. No one's seen Chip. They didn't even know that he was with Steve. This whole situation stinks to high heaven!"

"I'm getting pretty much the same from my contacts," confirmed Jared. "The whole military is upset that something like this was allowed. What really pisses them off is that the CIA hasn't asked for any help, or even backup, from the Rangers or Seals already in Iraq. They're all more than willing to walk into hell to make this right, but they've been given no orders."

"I finally found someone that had a hunch about what was going on," revealed Jason. "I had my brother make some inquiries. He's a colonel now and has a few connections. He's been given the impression, unofficially of course, that the CIA isn't trying too hard to get Steve back. If he's killed by these terrorists, Congress will allocate all sorts of funds to have the group destroyed. The CIA will be in high clover if that happens."

"What! They'd allow those bastards to just kill Steve to pad their budget? The government doesn't work that way, does it?" demanded Kate. "President Hanson wouldn't do that to Steve!"

"He probably wasn't even informed until it was too late," responded Jason. "The CIA plays by its own rules. Presidents don't always know what it's doing, or what its goals are. 

"The good news is that there's a consensus about where Steve would likely be held. Everyone thinks he'll be taken north as far as possible, which isn't all that far with our planes and drones looking for them. Most of the so-called experts think Steve must be within a hundred miles of Baghdad, and probably north."

"Let's set up about a hundred miles north, then," reasoned Gwen. "We have some helicopters already hired to carry us to our final destination. You know the general area where I want to go, Jason. Can you suggest a safe place for us to stay while we try to find out more about Steve?"

Jason moved his head slightly and left the room, with Jared and Charlie following. After a few minutes, the men came back inside. "We've determined a location to set up. It's a medium sized village with a pretty good American presence. It's relatively safe, at least for this part of the world."

A couple hours later, the group had rented several small homes from locals that were delighted to accept American money for the use of their homes. They would stay with relatives until the Americans were gone.

Gwen, Kate, Jordan and the rest soon began asking questions about Steve and Chip. They handed out flyers to anyone that would accept them and asked numerous questions of anyone that could speak English. Jason and Jared contacted anyone and everyone they knew in the Army to put out the word that they were looking for Steve and Chip and would follow up on any rumors or leads they would get. 

It was shortly after noon when Jason once again approached Gwen as she, Kate, and Jordan were speaking to a young villager. "Ladies, I just heard that the terrorists put out a new video on the web. Steve was in it. He was pretty badly beaten, and the terrorists promised they'd post another video at noon. It's going to be one of those graphic and grisly videos of a beheading."

Jordan and Kate gasped loudly before turning their attention to Gwen. She was extremely pale and appeared to be trembling as she spoke. "This won't stop us! Steve's alive right now and we'll keep trying to find him. He wasn't meant to end like this. That video will never be aired because it'll never happen!"

Gwen quickly turned and walked away. Once she was in an alley between two shops, she leaned back against a wall and began crying. That's how Kate and Jordan found her a little bit later. 

"I know it looks bad, but Steve had Chip watching his back," reasoned Kate. "You've seen what those two guys can do. We can't give up. They need us and we have to be ready to help them any way we can."

A few hours later, Billy hurried up to Gwen, Jordan, and Kate. "Charlotte insisted that I find you. The second video was never aired! Those bastards promised a video of them beheading Steve at noon, but it never materialized. That's gotta be a good thing!"

The next two days dragged by slowly. Gwen and Jordan had ordered that basic supplies for the people of the village be flown in. Gwen believed that the more people they came into contact with, and impressed favorably, the better their chances of learning something about Steve and Chip. They were overseeing the distribution of food items, seeds, and simple tools on the third day after Steve had been turned over to the terrorists when an old man tugged on Gwen's sleeve.

Gwen excused herself and stepped off to the side with the wizened old man. "I don't know if you can understand me or not, but I only speak English. Do you need food?"

The old man led Gwen farther from the group. Once they were out of sight, around the corner of a building, the old man remained silent as he held his closed hand out to Gwen. Not knowing exactly what he wanted, she simply looked on in bewilderment. The man took her hand with his other and pulled it to his closed hand. Then he dropped something onto her palm.

Curiously, Gwen raised the items closer to her face so she could see them better. She suddenly gasped as she recognized both Steve's and Chip's dog tags! She forced herself to remain calm as she studied the face of the old man. 

"Where did you get these?" asked Gwen gently, not wanting to frighten the man. All she got from the old timer was a blank look. Just then, she saw a young man that she knew spoke English walking past. Gwen summoned him to her side.




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"Ask this man where he got these tags! Try to find out anything he might now about them," insisted Gwen to the young man. Then she stood by silently as the two conversed for a couple minutes. Finally, the old man turned and slowly walked away.

"He says that two men with only three legs staggered into his yard last night. They are very sick and will probably die. He hid them in a small cave in the hillside behind his home. He heard that you were looking for two men, so he walked here to let you know. He brought the tags as proof of his words."

"Do you know where his place is?" demanded Gwen. "Can you tell me how to get there and how to identify it?"

"Sure. Everyone knows his home. It is on the road north, next to a stream and a small waterfall. It's the only stream within a hundred miles. It'll be easy to recognize."

Gwen raced back Jordan. "We're leaving! Tell everyone to get to the helicopters right away! I may know where Steve and Chip are!"

Jordan wasted no time asking questions. "Okay, I'll go tell the guys. They're down at the police station asking questions. You let the rest know. I wish we could use our cell phones!"

Gwen found Kate with Laura as she examined a small child's bruised arm. Gwen waited the two minutes it took for Laura to announce the injury was healing. "I think I've located Steve and Chip. They're in a bad way and need help immediately. Get everyone together and get to the helicopters. Forget about suitcases and clothes. We don't have time!"

Twenty minutes later, the entire group was climbing aboard the two helicopters. Gwen had just explained the situation. "An old man just gave me the dog tags of Chip and Steve. He said that 'two men with three legs', whatever that means staggered into his yard last night. He hid them in a small cave and then walked here to let me know. He said that they're very ill! We need to follow the road north until we find a house by a stream and a waterfall. The guys will be hidden in a small cave in the hillside."

"Here's how this is going to work," interrupted Jason. "Jared, Ted, Charlie, Billie, and Coach will ride with me in the first chopper. We'll go in first to be sure this isn't a trap of some sort. Once we give the 'okay' you guys will land and find Steve and Chip. I can't stress enough that if we do find them, we need to load and run as quickly as we can. There's a shitload of bad guys after their asses. This won't be any picnic. Now let's go!"

Amber had been filming events for the past several days. Tensions were high and she knew it was all coming to a head so she videoed everything she could. The helicopters remained close to the ground as they moved rapidly north. In a surprisingly short time, the lead chopper reduced speed and made a quick circle around the small home by the stream.

"There's a couple of trucks headed toward the stream from the north," shouted the pilot of the ladies' helicopter. "They're going to put down between the vehicles and the home. We're going to land behind the house. You need to find those guys in that cave and get them back here as fast as possible! It looks like there's going to be shooting and we can't afford to lose even one of these birds!" 

Gwen and Kate quickly exchanged glances and quick nods. There was no doubt that they were going to lead the search for the cave and the two injured SEALs. As soon as the chopper touched the ground, Gwen threw the door open and jumped out. Kate was on her heels as the two women raced toward the hill. As they ran, they heard shots, a lot of shots, coming from just up the road.

"Gwen! Over by that shrub! There's an opening!" cried Kate as she veered to her left.

Gwen and Kate reached the cave at the same time. "Let me go first!" insisted Gwen as she raised a handgun and stepped inside the dark cave. She waited for her eyes to grow accustomed to the dark. The cave was littered with junk and it took twenty seconds for Gwen to detect boots concealed behind a pile of old pallets. She carefully made her way to the pallets and peeked around them.

"Over here, Kate!" called Gwen as she slid the gun back into a pocket and dropped to her knees by the two men. "They're both alive! They're feverish and unconscious. Is Laura coming?"

"I'm right here," replied Laura calmly as she pointed a flashlight toward them. "These guys are too big for us to carry very easily. I'll examine them while someone gets those stretchers from the chopper. From the sounds of the fighting up the road, we can't waste a minute!"

Naomi and Charlotte returned to get the stretchers that Laura wanted while Amber filmed the scene in the cave. Even through the viewfinder, it was evident that both men were extremely ill. Their breathing was shallow and one of them made a wheezing sound when he breathed. Both men were shirtless and covered in blood. Then Amber noticed that Steve's right leg and Chip's left leg were bound together tightly. Steve's arms were bent back and his hands were out of sight. Chip clutched a gun in his right hand.

"We've got to separate their legs. I don't know why they're bound together, but there must be a good reason, so be very careful when you separate them," cautioned Laura as Gwen produced a strong pair of scissors from Laura's bag and began cutting at the straps around the legs of the two men.

The sharp scissors quickly severed the leather bands and the two legs separated and moved slightly. Chip let out a loud groan, although he failed to regain consciousness.

"There's the answer! Chip's leg's broken, at the very least," declared Laura. "They bound them together so they could walk. These guys have been through hell. Let's get them on the stretchers and if the men aren't here by then, we'll just have to carry them out ourselves."

They had just managed to carefully roll both men on the stretchers when Coach entered the cave. "Laura, Ted and I will try to get these guys out, but you're needed down by the choppers right now. Charlie's been hit pretty bad!"

"Oh, no!" cried Jordan as she rushed from the cave, followed closely by a grim faced Laura. 

"I won't be worth a shit!" exclaimed Ted. "My arm's been hit and I can hardly move it. We need the other men."

"Coach, if you take the front, Kate and I can each take one side of the back. We can get them out! Let's just do it now!" urged Gwen as she leaned down by the left side of the stretcher occupied by Chip.

It wasn't easy, but they managed to get Chip down the hill and loaded onto a chopper. As they carried Chip, Gwen saw Jared and Billy carrying a very bloody Charlie down the road, with Jason limping alongside them. They reached the chopper just after Coach and the girls had carefully placed Chip inside. 

"Help us get Steve from the cave and we'll get out of here!" yelled Gwen to Jared and Billy. "He's on another stretcher. Follow me!"

Jared and Billy wasted no time transporting Steve to the second chopper and placing him in it. "Everyone get your asses on board right now!" demanded Jason. "There were some more trucks a couple miles up the road and they were headed this way fast!"

Amber was able to video the three pursuing vehicles as they pulled to a stop and began firing at the helicopters as they raced over the countryside. The pilots dropped down over a hill and the shooters were lost from sight. Then she turned her attention, and camera, to Steve as he lay unmoving. She heard Gwen say something and moved the lens up to catch her face as she spoke.

"We're headed straight for the Red Lady. We're going back to the states as fast as we can fly! Dad, how badly are you hit? Let's have a look at that arm. It's bleeding quite a lot."

"You just take care of Steve. I'll be fine if Charlotte will bandage me up a little, so I don't bleed all over. Compared to what Steve and Chip went through, and Charlie, it's hardly a scratch."

"How badly was Charlie hurt?" asked Amber as she turned her attention to Ted.

"It's hard to say. There was a lot of blood. He was hit in the head and dropped like a rock. I want to tell you that Jason and Jared shot the hell out of those bastards. The rest of us helped, but you could tell who was getting the job done. Charlie showed his Army training, too, until he was hit. We took out about ten of them. I hope I never have to do that again," admitted Ted as Charlotte worked on his arm.

"Do you have anything we can use to get these cuffs off Steve?" asked Gwen to the pilot. "He has a broken arm and those damn cuffs have to be painful!"

When they reached Baghdad, they landed very close to where their jet was waiting. They quickly carried Chip, Charlie, and Steve onto the waiting jet. Within half an hour, they were airborne. The Red Lady landed briefly in Germany to refuel before turning its nose toward the United States and stretching out.

As they flew, Laura, with the help of Charlotte and Gwen, examined the three badly injured men. "Gwen and Kate, carefully cut those filthy clothes off your men. They're not much more than rags anyway. I need to examine them more closely to see the extent of their injuries.

"Charlie's been hit pretty hard, but it looks like the bullet made a groove on his head, but didn't penetrate his skull. He probably has a concussion, and he bled a lot, but I'm optimistic that he'll make a full recovery, as long as he didn't suffer any brain damage. That seems unlikely."

"Thanks, Laura," replied Jordan gratefully. "I don't know what I'd do if I lost him, but I'm sure proud of the way he fought to keep us safe. These are the best men I've ever seen, and you're pretty gutsy, too. I'm sure glad that you came along!"

"So am I, Jordan," agreed Laura as she examined Charlie. "Helping these fine young men gives me a great feeling. I've started Chip and Steve on antibiotics and I'm hopeful that their temperatures will begin to drop by the time we land. Make no mistake, these men are very ill. They both require surgery. It looks like Steve has a broken arm and a punctured lung, along with numerous injuries from several beatings. Chip's leg was broken by a bullet and his shoulder has another one lodged in it. They both lost a lot of blood. How they managed to walk at all amazes me. They're two very tough hombres!"

Kate listened to Laura discuss the injuries as she gently cut Chip's pants away from his bloody leg. "They are tough hombres, aren't they? I see now that falling for a real hero has some disadvantages. Gwen's been aware of it for some time. They have to be rescued and nursed back to health a lot, but that's okay. Chip saved Steve's life. I'm sure of it, and I'll always love him for that, and probably a lot of other things as well."

Kate watched Gwen tenderly sponge the blood and dust from Steve's body and soon began doing the same for Chip. She felt no embarrassment as she sponged every inch of Chip's body. Ted stopped by to see how his daughters and the injured men were doing. He found Jordan, Gwen, and Kate, lovingly caring for their men.

"Dad, promise me that you'll give Chip 'The Talk' when he's feeling better. I think I've fallen for the guy. Will you accept him into our family?" asked Kate as she placed a damp cloth on Chip's head.

"Kate, I'll give him the best 'talk' I've ever given. If you think he's the one for you, he'll be welcome with open arms. My three girls sure know how to pick men! Jason was cool under fire and extremely effective this morning. My appreciation of his courage and loyalty has increased greatly on this trip. Steve's proven himself time and again. Now Chip is lying there all shot up because he's Steve's friend. He sure came through for Steve and that goes a long way with your mother and me. If you love the guy, it'll guarantee his place with us." 

"Jason told us about what a great job you did today, Dad. He's really proud of how brave you were, especially since you've had no training of any kind," added Gwen. "Now you have a bullet wound, just like all the other men in the family. You're the best father a girl could ever ask for!"

Ted hugged the three girls and went back to his seat. They continued to care for their men as Laura divided her time between the three wounded heroes. 

"We're going to take these guys to Sparta. It'll take a little longer than stopping in Washington or some other city, but I want them to have the best possible care and to be safe while they receive it. Right now, I don't trust anyone, except my friends and family," announced Gwen as everyone sat quietly listening. "They had no business asking Steve to trade himself for those kids, but worse was how they abandoned him after he was swapped. The CIA dropped the ball. Jason has me wondering if they wanted Steve to be killed so Congress would have a reason to better fund the CIA.

"Even if it was just incompetence, or stupidity, I still don't trust them. How they let Steve walk into that situation and not do anything to help him is something I won't forget. I don't know how Chip managed it, but he was the difference. One man alone was more help to Steve than the entire U.S. intelligence community. They never even asked for the help of Rangers, or Seals. We're going to see that these guys get well, and then I'm going to stir things up in Washington!" promised Gwen. 

Shortly before landing, Charlie regained consciousness. He complained of a bad headache, but Jordan was thrilled beyond words. "You had a bullet bounce off that hard head of yours! You were so brave! We found Steve and Chip and we're almost back home in Sparta. You're my hero!"

Before they landed, Gwen made a very brief speech to her friends. "I can't tell all of you how much I appreciate that all of you'd go with me on what many people would have felt was a fool's errand. It was dangerous, yet you stood by me, risked your lives to help Steve and Chip, and for that, I'll always be grateful!"

Paula and Lisa had put in a very long week. They tried to go about business as usual, but that quickly became impossible. Once word of the terrorists wanting to trade the hostages for Steve became known, reporters were all over Sparta. Then there was the awful video of the terrorists holding Steve on his knees and promising the next video would show his beheading! 

Paula's family came to her home to offer their support. Steve's grandparents, Aunt Janice, and cousin Jen returned to Sparta just after the video of the beheading was promised to be aired. When the video never appeared, the group began to dare to hope that Steve might survive.

"It absolutely amazes me that your daughters and their friends flew to Iraq to search for Steve and his friend," stated Steve's grandmother, Beatrice. "The loyalty and courage of that group is unbelievable. But can they possibly do any good? If the military can't find them, and the CIA has no idea where Steve is, how can Gwen and the others hope to find anything?"

"You saw Gwen react when Steve was flown in on that helicopter last week. She knew he was close by. She could feel it. If anyone can find him, it's Gwen," replied Paula with emotion. "She has no faith in the CIA. She said they didn't involve the military in any part of the exchange and have not asked for its help in finding him. She said she's concerned that the CIA may have no intention of getting Steve out alive. She's even worried about them listening to her phone calls and reading her texts and emails. She won't be calling me much because she doesn't want to jeopardize the safety of her friends, or Steve and Chip."

"She thinks the CIA deliberately allowed Steve to be taken and possibly executed by these terrorists?" asked an astounded William Patterson. "That's difficult to believe. If you listen to the press conferences, they claim to be searching every inch of Iraq for him." 

It was later that afternoon that the cable news first aired a report that earlier that day, a drone had launched a Hellfire missile at a suspected terrorist stronghold. The resulting huge blast indicated that explosives, and lots of them, had been stored in the building. Teams were trying to find and identify any remains, but it was feared that Steve Hammer had been held in that facility. Talking heads seemed to agree that if he had been there, it was very likely that he had already been murdered when the drone strike occurred.

"I can't believe it! If there was a chance that Steve was alive and in that building when they hit it with a missile, they should be tried for treason!" insisted a very angry William Patterson. 

The next two days were the longest Paula ever experienced. She no longer heard from Gwen, Kate, or Ted. Lisa had been told by Jason that they would not call or email until they had something substantial to report. Cable news constantly reported that Steve's remains may soon be identified from the scene of the missile attack. The public was beginning to ask questions about why the government would launch a missile attack on a building when it was possible that an American citizen was being held there.

Friday morning, cable news had a new story to report. Huge numbers of bikers were traveling toward Sparta. They were riding to show their support for Steve. By noon, thousands of bikers were on the interstate. They had gradually joined up and formed a procession. Bikes were traveling two abreast for miles. Estimates ranged from three to five thousand bikers riding toward the Spartan Nation!

Through all of this, speculation was rampant as to the whereabouts of Gwen and her friends after they had left Sparta on the two helicopters. It was known that the group landed at the airport and soon departed in the Red Lady. Flight plans showed that Iraq was their destination, but no one could determine exactly where in Iraq they had gone after landing in Baghdad.

Paula, Lisa, and their extended family were having lunch in a private room at Marsh's Landing when Lisa's phone rang. "It's Jason!" exclaimed Lisa as she answered the call and listened for several minutes, asking only a few questions.

She seemed almost in a daze as she returned her phone to her purse. "They're on their way home! They should be landing at the airport within the hour! They'll be bringing Steve, Chip, and Charlie to the hospital by helicopter as fast as they can get them loaded. The hospital has been alerted. 

"Dad was hit in the arm, but he's doing fine. Charlie was wounded in the head, while Steve and Chip have numerous injuries and are still unconscious. Can you believe it? They found Steve and Chip, and they were in a gun battle! Charlie's hurt pretty badly and Dad was wounded!"

"How's Billy and Charlotte?" asked Billy's father excitedly as he approached the table. "I overheard you saying that they're coming home. My wife will be so relieved! Billy was in a gun battle?"

"Everyone else is fine. Jason said they all pulled together and he was extremely proud of the entire group. Gwen and Steve sure have some special family and friends. I'm so proud of Jason, and Dad! He's a great father!"

"My God!" exclaimed a jubilant William Patterson. "Those young people are incredible. They practically went to war to save their friends. They did what the government was either unwilling, or unable to do!"

As soon as The Red Lady came to a stop and shut down its engines, the three injured men were immediately transferred to waiting helicopters. Then the rest of the group piled in, and they took off on the last leg of their journey. They had only gone a dozen miles or so when Naomi pointed to the interstate.

"Look at all of those bikes! They go on for miles! Is there something going on that I haven't heard about?"

"I called the network to let them know I was back and had the story of the century," confessed Amber. "They mentioned a procession of bikers riding to Sparta. It seems that the state department has been suggesting that Steve had died, and drones had killed the terrorists in a missile attack. These riders are headed to Sparta to pay their respects. I was told that there are thousands of them."




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"They're riding to pay their respects? They think Steve is dead?" questioned Gwen, before pulling her cell out and hitting a button. "Larry? Larry Carson? Yes, it's really me. I'm wondering where you are at the moment. I thought so! Look up and to your left. That's our group in the choppers. No! Steve didn't die.

"We brought him home from Iraq! He's hurt pretty badly. So are Charlie and Chip, but we're expecting them to recover. Yes, you heard right. No, it isn't a secret any longer. Tell everyone that Steve's alive and coming home to the hospital in Sparta. I'll feel a lot safer with you and your group in town. You're our friends and that means a lot to us!"

Gwen turned off her phone and watched as the bikers began waving to the helicopters as they roared past the procession. She knew that Larry would spread the word to his fellow riders. They would turn a solemn procession into a celebration. With that thought, Gwen dialed Ashley.

"Ashley, we're coming home! He's hurt pretty badly, but he should get better with the care he'll be receiving. Chip's with us. We expect him to recover as well. Charlie was knocked out by a bullet that bounced off his head, but Laura thinks he should be okay. They're all badly injured, but they're already looking better than they did when we first found them.

"We'll catch up on all of that later. Right now I wanted to tell you that thousands of bikers and motorists are headed for Sparta. Originally, they were coming to pay their respects, but now it's going to be a celebration of sorts. We're going to need vendors to supply free food and drinks for everyone. You've already arranged it? Ashley, you're the best! Make sure that we have enough. From the air, I see a lot of vehicles turning off the interstate at the Sparta exit. This is going to be big!"

Word spread quickly through Sparta that Gwen and friends had gone to Iraq, found Steve alive, and were bringing him back to the hospital! Hordes of reporters, photographers, and citizens began gathering in front of the hospital, not far from the pad designed for helicopters to land. A shout went up as the two choppers came into view, circled the area once, and then the first chopper landed on the pad. 

Hospital staff immediately pushed gurneys out to the waiting helicopter as passengers began stepping out. Everyone recognized Billy and Jared as they gently swung a body on a stretcher from the helicopter and placed it on the waiting gurney. Kate Anderson rushed over to accompany it as it was carefully guided toward the entrance to the hospital as a second gurney replaced it by the helicopter. Billy and Jared carefully lifted a second stretcher and placed it on a gurney as Gwen Anderson watched closely. She accompanied that gurney as it was pushed toward the hospital. As she drew closer to the large crowd, people began to loudly cheer and clap. She had brought Steve home when the government and media were suggesting that he was probably dead! 

The helicopter quickly took off and the second one landed. Another gurney was pushed along side as Billy and Jared helped passengers off before once again lifting someone on a stretcher onto the waiting gurney. Jordan Quick accompanied that gurney as it made the short journey to the hospital. Once again the crowd roared its approval. Everyone realized that Charlie must have been injured if Jordan was hanging so close.

The remaining friends started down the walkway to the hospital. Cheers and whistles continued as locals expressed their approval, and pride, in the actions of the young friends of Steve and Gwen. Reporters called to them to answer questions, but the group simply waved and continued into the hospital.



Lady in Red Pt. 02 Ch. 11



"Let's respond to your questions one at a time," suggested Gwen as she studied the photos. "First of all, I'm not running for office, so I certainly won't be withdrawing. I never entered the race. These photos are real, and the quality is excellent. They were taken on our July 4th Ride for American Pride five years ago.

"Jared is a dear friend and yes, we were naked as we climbed into the hot tub with several others. No one had sex in the tub. I've never been intimate with any man other than Steve. I've never gone farther than kiss any man but Steve. In high school, Jared pulled me out of the line of fire of a crazed terrorist. Then he held me and turned his back on that horrible man. He took two bullets in the back and saved my life.

"I consider him a true friend and Steve thinks of him as a brother. Jared is a man of honor. He would sooner take another bullet than harm his friendship with Steve. So yes, we were naked in a hot tub and someone somehow managed to photograph or video us that evening.

"Obviously, Steve did have the very voluptuous Naomi on his lap, and he appeared to enjoy it a lot. However, I am the only woman he has ever made love to, and he has no intention of changing that. I've appeared nude in movies, so this shouldn't shock anyone that knows me. So has Steve. We aren't self conscious about our bodies. Steve just now asked me if he could get copies of these photos. They're quite remarkable.

"Jared and Naomi are extremely fit and attractive, but these pictures blow me away. What I see here is an incredible pair, and Jared doesn't look too bad either! If voters are upset that I would climb into a hot tub naked with some very close friends, they really need to vote for someone that wouldn't do that, if they can. They have choices, as do I. I choose to trust my friends and enjoy private moments with them. No election is more important to me than these people that went to Iraq with me to find and bring back Steve and Chip. I'm actually proud of these photos. The electorate has the final decision on how they feel about my conduct when they enter the voting booth.

"I do have a favor to ask of the public, regardless of their political preferences. For years, Naomi has claimed that my ass is bigger than hers. This is the perfect opportunity to correct that misconception. I'd like to ask everyone to study these pictures on the internet and then let me know which ass is bigger. I'm quite confident that public opinion will be heavily in favor of my little tush being much smaller. It's quite obvious to me in these photos. Are there any more questions?"

"Are you really telling us that you're more concerned about who has the bigger butt than you are about what voters think of you being seen naked with a man other than Steve Hammer?" asked a female reporter.

"That pretty well sums it up. This 'not running for office' is really quite liberating!" laughed Gwen. "I could arrange an interview with Steve, me, and some friends naked in a hot tub if you'd like to join us. You could report on how well behaved we are. You could even sit on Steve's lap while you asked him questions. It would have to be audio only since seeing naked people upsets some folks."

"You'd give me an exclusive?" asked the reporter quickly. "Could I wear a swim suit?"

"You seem to have trouble with the term naked," chuckled Gwen. "Too bad for you. Sitting between Steve and Jared naked is a treat few women get to experience. Any more questions?"

"Aren't you treating this situation awfully lightly?" asked a female reporter for a major network. "This sort of thing can destroy a political career, yet you're asking people to compare derrieres and suggest that is more important to you than being photographed naked with a man not your boyfriend."

"Is it that obvious?" countered Gwen. "I really don't want people to vote for me if they're uncomfortable with me or my lifestyle. As I've stated numerous times, I've had one lover in my life. I have several very dear friends. You may think you have close friends, but mine take bullets for me, or at least risk it. Now that's a friend!

"These pictures are real. They were taken without permission, and posted without permission. Jared is really buff. Steve is, well... he's Steve Hammer. I have to admit that Naomi looks like a goddess. 

"People need to decide what is important to them when they vote. I'm half way thought Stanford Medical School. I work very hard to help veterans and children. I'm successful in movies and music. My best friend and lover is a U.S. Navy SEAL and a graduate of the Naval Academy, and quite accomplished in international diplomacy. I'm totally transparent, maybe too much so for some people that see these photos. 

"Everything I do and all that I am is out there. People can decide for themselves, but I'm not going to lie, and I'm not going to apologize. I love my friends, but this amazing guy standing behind me is my man, and the only man I want or need in my bed. I think most females can understand my feelings on that account. Any further questions?"

"No one has told us how Steve escaped his captors and if the state department deliberately or accidently dropped the ball," pressed a male reporter from a major newspaper. "The last we saw on the internet, you were in the hands of the terrorists and they were preparing to behead you. Then Gwen goes to Iraq and brings you home. There's a lot left unknown. Can you tell us anything more?"

"I'm not going to say anything I do know not for a fact to be true," replied Steve carefully. "I will say that my very good friend, and fellow SEAL, Chip Martin, saved my life. He was the difference. He was badly injured in the process, but he's recovering now. I will never be able to repay him for the tenacity, intelligence, and courage he displayed finding me and pulling me out of a very bad situation!"

"Do you blame the state department, or the CIA, or both for your near death at the hands of terrorists?" asked the reporter in a follow-up question.

"I haven't learned enough to blame anyone for anything," responded Steve. "I willingly agreed to be exchanged for those students. There are a lot of questions about what led up to that exchange and what was done to remedy the problem afterward. 

"What happened to the man that held the sword to your throat and promised to behead you on the internet? Is he still at large, or was he captured?" asked another reporter.

"Neither," answered Steve with a straight face. "We're done here, everyone. We have appointments to keep. Thank you."

Once Gwen and Steve were back at the Anderson's, Gwen asked Steve, "Do you think I need to start taking these stupid accusations more seriously. First, it's you and Mom having an affair. Now it's me and Jared and you and Naomi doing the dirty. Should I protest more, or be more indignant?"

"Not even a little bit," insisted Steve. "You handled it perfectly again. It really ruins these attempts to discredit you when you laugh at them rather than become defensive. The headlines will be about how you don't really care about the pictures and you're not running for office. Your approach to this election thing is so foreign to voters and reporters, it has them totally confused. I wish everyone knew as much about all candidates as is known about you."

Billy had been listening to Steve and Gwen discuss the situation while he perused the photos. "These pictures are great! I was there and I still can't believe how great Gwen and Naomi look. Never mind who has the bigger ass, I'm wondering which girl has the bigger..."

"Never mind!" interjected Charlotte. "If you recall, you awarded that title to Naomi that evening. Are you starting to waffle?"

"Well, I'm looking at the pictures and Gwen sure doesn't have to be embarrassed or ashamed of her big ..."

"Once again, I caution you!" warned Charlotte as she pounded Billy's arm. "We're all aware of your admiration for Naomi and Gwen's attributes. It's too bad that Lisa and Jordan didn't make any impression on you that night."

"Now that you mention it, there must be pictures of you and me naked, along with Jordan, Charlie, Lisa, and Jason. I wonder if we could find them someplace on the internet. Do you think we'll be blackmailed or something?" wondered Billy.

"How can they blackmail us if we're proud of our bodies and the pictures, like Gwen was? Their attempt to bring Gwen down failed miserably. I do wonder who released those pictures. They aren't our friends. That's for sure," observed Charlotte.

"Look! I found a site where people can vote on Gwen and Naomi's relative ass size!" exclaimed Billy as he waved his smart phone around. "Go to www.gwenssweetass.com . There are six thousand votes in already. It seems to be pretty well divided. Thirty two per cent think Gwen's ass is smaller and twenty six percent believe that Naomi's ass is smaller, while forty two per cent feel it's a tie. I'm going to vote, and then search to see if there's a boob voting site!"

Just then Naomi and Jared came through the door. "You're voting for my ass being smaller, right, Billy? I just saw the news where the reporter asked Gwen about pictures of us on the internet. I couldn't believe it. How did they get photos from that night? I called Mom to try to explain how that all happened.

"She asked me if Steve was really naked when I was on his lap. I told her that he was. Then she told me I had nothing to explain! I think she was a little jealous! It's a little weird that my mother is so turned on by Steve, isn't it?" asked Naomi rhetorically.

"Not if my mother is anywhere near normal in that regard," stated Jordan as she entered the room. "She paraded around topless in front of him and tried to get him to tell her how nice her tits were."

"Really? I can't wait to tell Mom about that," chuckled Naomi. "That'll really make her jealous. When I told her about Chip's sleep talking, she was extremely interested. She kept asking me if Steve's really seen all of those woman undressed. I told her I couldn't really be sure, but everyone acted as if he had, so I'd guess he did.

"She was especially interested in hearing about Paula, Diane, and Jordan's mother. I think she was disappointed that I couldn't tell her more. Is it possible she's thinking of teasing Steve a little? I don't know what Dad would say about that."

"That would be awesome!" blurted Billy. "Let's have her visit sometime when we're near a hot tub. Your mom has some seriously nice..."

"Billiy! You've got to learn to filter the thoughts in your head before they slip out your mouth," scolded Charlotte. "It isn't polite to keep referring to the anatomies of our female friends the way you do. That goes double for their mothers. And even if Naomi's mom felt like giving Steve a little peek, it doesn't mean that you'd be included. I'm sorry, Naomi. Billy has a one track mind."

"I can't wait to tell Mom what Billy said," laughed Naomi. "I bet she'll smile like the cat that ate the canary. I think when women hit their forties, they need to prove they're still attractive and desirable, and can still attract the eyes of younger men."

"If I'm around when she gets in the hot tub, I'll be all eyes!" promised Billy. "Your mom is hot!"

"I thought you had a thing for my mother," pointed out Gwen. "Now we find out that you're attracted to Naomi's mom, too? What's wrong with you, Billy?"

"He's pretty normal, except he keeps blurting out what he's thinking!" complained Charlotte. "That's the problem. Steve and Jared are just sitting there, acting like they'd never even think about your mothers' unusually nice figures, but they're just as perverted as Billy. They just have more couth."

"That gives me a great idea!" announced Billy. "When we build Valhalla, we need to be sure there's a giant hot tub installed. We'll use it to unwind after saving a small country or making a block buster movie. We'll have Kate, Jordan, Becky, Ashley, Naomi and her mom, Paula and Diane and ..."

"I think we get the picture!" laughed Jordan. "With all of those boobs in there, you'll feel right at home. Naomi and her mom won't have the biggest boobs in the tub with you there, leering at us ladies, you big boob! Poor Charlotte. He must molest you endlessly."

"I have to admit that he seems to enjoy my B cup boobs pretty well for all of his talk about big ones," agreed Charlotte. "I think Gwen's right when she says that men like all breasts and all sizes."

"Jared and I didn't stop in to discuss my mother's chest, although you'd never know it from the conversation," continued Naomi. "What should we do about those pictures on the web? If they were taken off videos, there can be an endless stream of photos of us naked coming out the rest of our lives. It's a bit of a rush to have so many people vote for my ass, but guys like Billy will be starting a web site to vote on our breasts pretty soon. No offense, Billy."

"None taken!" retorted Billy immediately.

"Let's call Ashley and have her figure this one out," suggested Jordan. "She'll know who to contact to get to the bottom of this. We know the pictures are from the night we stayed at that log cabin. Now that I think about it, there could have been cameras in our rooms, as well! We could have sex tapes coming out on the internet!"

"Oh no!" groaned Jared. "I never thought about cameras in our rooms!"

'What are you worried about? You were alone that night. I didn't sleep with you back then," recalled Naomi.

"Yeah, I know. I was in a hot tub with five of the sexiest naked women on the planet and I went to bed alone. Don't you think I might have had a little pressure built up that needed release?" asked Jared.

"Oh, no!" exclaimed Naomi with a blush. "I was a bit stimulated after seeing all of those naked men. I sure wouldn't want anyone to see videos from my bedroom that night either. We'd better hire a hit man or something to get the bastard with the pictures, and soon!"

It was decided that some of the wealth and connections of Lady in Red Productions were to be devoted to finding out who had possession of the videos, and either securing them or litigate until the perpetrator was broke, and then secure the videos. 

The next day the group traveled to the site of Asgard. A new road was being built into the area but was nowhere near completed, so they used SUV's to access the lake and the building sites over a winding dirt road. Steve was impressed that two foundations were already poured and a crew was setting forms for a third.

"That one is where Lisa and Jason and their daughter will be living," explained Ashley. "The contractor promised their home would be done before the baby was born. Over there is Charlie and Jordan's home. The contractor couldn't guarantee that it would be finished when they return from their honeymoon, but he's going to try.

"Ted and Paula will be here and should be the third one completed. All of these houses will be over four thousand square feet and have five bedrooms since we don't know how many kids everyone is going to have. We want to be sure that they're big enough."

"Why would Gwen's parents want such a big house," asked Billy. "Their kids will be moved into homes of their own."

"I think I can answer that one," responded Paula. "It appears likely that Ted and I are going to be blessed with more than a few grandchildren and we want room for them when they stay with us. Our daughters also have some very good friends that will be having children and may want us to babysit them while they're off to strange lands doing who knows what. The plans allow for an addition to the house if it appears that we're going to need more room."

"Steve and I have picked out a spot over on that hill," revealed Gwen. "Valhalla will be over near that huge oak, and it'll take up most of that knoll. It'll have twelve bedrooms with private baths, a banquet hall, an industrial sized kitchen, an indoor pool, a media room, an exercise room, and a big game room with pool tables, table tennis, and other games. 

"There'll be a huge hot tub where my sisters, Jordan, Naomi, Charlotte, Mom, Aunt Dianne, Becky, Ashley, Jen, Nadiya and I will be naked most of the time. We'll have a direct video feed to Billy's home, just in case he's too tired to come over and watch us in person," finished Gwen as she fought to maintain a straight face.

"Oh, man! You really had me going!" admitted Billy. "I was visualizing everything as you were naming the ladies that would frequent it. No need for the live video. I'll make sure I get over there in person every day."

"We'll probably have to have a full time security guard to keep an eye on Billy keeping his eyes on everyone else," teased Jordan. "They already started building the huge fence that's going to surround the property. The irony is that Billy will be fenced in with us. That's like having the fox watch the hen house."

"Hey, I've always been a perfect gentleman when you're naked, haven't I?" questioned Billy with a crooked grin. 

"Actually, you have," agreed Jordan. "Your eyes get awfully big and drool runs down your chin, but that's kind of flattering in a strange way. The other guys don't even give me a second look."

"I don't think that's too accurate, at least with Steve," disagreed Kate. "He can describe every inch of your body. If he could paint, and it really wouldn't surprise me if he could, he'd have nudes of all of us hanging on his walls. Billy might act like the pervert, but Mr. Hammer is always looking, even when it seems like he isn't! He just conceals it while Billy stares and grins."

"That's my boyfriend you're calling a perv," pointed out Charlotte. "He just happens to have a lot of testosterone pumping through his veins. He's all male and he really appreciates attractive women with long legs, great smiles and..."

"Big hooters!" finished Billy. "I'm just manlier than these other guys. I would never want to insult a naked woman by ignoring her. I was raised better than that!"

As Billy finished speaking, Ashley arrived to join the group. "I've asked investigators to approach the situation about those photos from both directions. We have some super computer geeks trying to determine where the server is that hosts the web site the pictures are on, and we have guys visiting the owner of the cabin. Most of the folks I've talked with seem to think that they'd be happy to have pictures like that on the web if they looked like you guys."

"As you know, that isn't the point," replied Gwen. "This was done with the intention of hurting us, or at least hurting me. It's illegal and it's wrong. Plus, there could be videos of a more intimate nature circulating at some future point. I love Steve and I don't care who knows it, but I don't want the world watching it. Unless, of course, they're buying tickets in a movie theater, or renting it on Blue Ray, and even then they don't get to see the whole repertoire!" 

"As far as hurting you goes, your poll numbers are up!" revealed Ashley. "The Democratic candidate pulled out and offered his meager support to the Republican. Polls out this morning show that it isn't easy to get Democratic supporters to go Republican. Your support went up almost ten per cent after those photos came out. It seems that every dirty trick they try backfires on them."

"I think that goes back to what Steve and I learned when that woman sneaked into our hotel room and took pictures proving we had spent the night together," replied Gwen. "We decided then to simply tell the truth and it's worked for every situation we've encountered since then."

"Except for your temporary insanity with Jack Timberline," recalled Lisa. "You were a mess that day, but Steve, Naomi, and Nadiya made it all look like part of the plan. You really have some great friends."

"Ashley, would you walk with me for a ways?" asked Steve as he led Ashley away from the group so no one could overhear what they were saying. "I know that you've heard that the guy you met wasn't really Mark Neary. He was an imposter, and I was the one that told you he was an okay guy. I can't tell you how much that bothers me. Maybe I'm not the one you should ask about men. You're a beautiful, accomplished woman and hardly need me screwing things up for you."




Lady in Red Pt. 02 Ch. 11



"I heard all about how he impersonated the real Mark Neary," admitted Ashley. "He wasn't who he told us he was, but it doesn't mean that he can't be a good guy. You liked him, Steve. I could tell. He was a gentleman with me and I think he really did like me. I'm reserving my opinion until we know the truth about the situation. He could have been misled, or tricked, just like we were.

"Don't blame yourself and please don't stop looking out for me. I like it. I don't have a dad and it feels really good that a strong, capable male has my best interests at heart. I don't know what I'd do if something happened to our friendship. Gwen's very lucky to have you, but I think I'm doing pretty darn good having you for a close friend!"

Kate nodded toward Steve and Ashley as they spoke privately. "I thought I was in deep over Steve, but Ashley worships him. Look at her eyes when she talks to him. You're very trusting, Gwen. Don't you ever worry about her seducing him? I love her like a sister, but she's another woman in love."

"I understand what you mean. The short answer is that I do trust them. I know Ashley loves him deeply, but so do a few of my sisters that shall remain nameless. Look how you were able to transfer some of that emotion you had for Steve to Chip. Jordan found Charlie. Lisa has Jason. I've noticed that loving Steve allows my friends and relatives to find very good men for themselves. 

"I couldn't be prouder of the guys you three have found. In the beginning, I was a bit nervous about Steve having woman fall over him all the time, but now I understand how it all works. When Ashley finds the right guy, she'll love him unconditionally. She's learning what to look for in a man, and she'll find one. In the mean time, she can lean on Steve. His shoulders are broad. And Steve feels bad about the guy we thought was Mark Neary turning out to be someone else. He's apologizing about that right now."

The next day, Steve and Gwen received a phone call telling them that Senator Chatham wanted to meet with them on the following Friday. Curious about the significance of her wanting to see them, they agreed to meet with her in a private room at LiR CPA.

"It's good to see you both again!" schmoozed the senator. "You've been doing some remarkable things since we last met. I knew you were both headed for great things after our trip to Russia."

"Thank you, Senator," replied Steve. "We appreciate your high opinion, but we know you didn't come here to tell us how fond you are of us. What can we do for you?"

"You don't waste time getting to the nitty-gritty, do you?" chuckled the Senator. "We have a PR nightmare going on in Washington. The fact that you willingly traded yourself to save those kids and the U.S. government didn't appear to care in any way is causing a serious shit storm in D.C.

"When Gwen made mention of the state department and the administration failing you the night she brought you back makes it even more damning. Add in the fact that she, along with some very special friends, managed to go to Iraq, find you, fight for you, and bring you back to safety really leaves those of us in leadership positions looking very poorly. I just don't see how we can shine this so it doesn't look like shit," stated Senator Chatham frankly.

"And just where do we come in?" asked Gwen. "The truth is that the government did fail Steve badly. We aren't going to pretend it never happened. Quite the opposite. We're looking for answers and will go where the evidence leads us. If it's you, the President, the Secretary of State, or the CIA, it won't deter us. How does that fit with your mission here today?"

"It makes me more determined to get this right," responded Senator Chatham. "We're trying to get to the bottom of this mess. At the time, I didn't even know that Steve had gone to Iraq. It's my belief that President Hanson had no knowledge of it either. It seems that you were led to believe the state department wanted you to go, but that wasn't the case. We don't negotiate with terrorists, and we felt that sending you to the scene would only add fuel to the flames. Someone had different ideas. I strongly suspect the CIA, but can't find anything to link them to the debacle.

"The possible motive is pretty easy to determine. The CIA has been urging the President to send more troops into Iraq and to consider bombing Iran, since many of these terrorists are bleeding across the border from there. If a terrorist that trained and was based in Iran had managed to behead Steve Hammer and post it on the internet, all hell would have broken lose. The public would demand justice, which would include the bombing of terrorist strongholds in Iran. 

"When you and your friend managed to escape those radicals, you also managed to keep the U.S. from being dragged deeper into an already untenable position. I can't tell you how relieved President Hanson and the state department were when Gwen somehow managed to show up in Sparta with you and your friend.

"Of course, we felt about as foolish as possible. We'd all been convinced by the CIA that they were hot on your trail and would have operatives rescue you any minute. Then they had a drone drop a hellfire missile on a warehouse north of Baghdad and, as it turned out, several miles from where you were rescued. We were told that their intelligence reported that you had been beheaded, so they retaliated by killing about nine terrorists in the drone attack. There was so much explosive material there that the explosion destroyed almost all human remains. No bodies were found, just a few charred pieces.

"We were in a high level meeting discussing retaliations when we were notified that Gwen Anderson and friends had returned to Sparta with Steve Hammer in tow, and he was alive! That's when the meeting became interesting. The Director of the CIA seemed genuinely surprised. President Hanson was ecstatic. The Director was ordered to draw up a report on its actions concerning your situation. It was delivered to Hanson two days ago and there are a great many questions left unanswered. They had no idea why you went to Iraq, how you got there, and who ordered you to go. A guy that had recently been promoted to the position was in charge of the search for you in Iraq, and he screwed the pooch with his efforts.

"That's all very interesting, but how does it change anything for us?" asked Gwen. "It sounds like you know the CIA was behind this aberration. Can't you just water-board them until they admit their duplicity?"

"It isn't that easy. There appear to be some rogue cells in the CIA and the Director has no idea who they are or what they're doing. We need to methodically follow the progression of events. The Senate Select Committee on Intelligence wants you both to testify after Labor Day, when Congress is back in session. We need to be open and transparent about this. You'll be given a public forum to explain what you did, and why, as well as answer questions that will help Congress understand what happened."

"Will we be allowed to present any evidence to back our responses when we're asked questions," quizzed Steve. "I know how those things go. Some of the senators will call us liars and challenge everything we say. There's a few of them that think along the same lines as the CIA. They'll try to keep the Agency clean and drag us through the dirt."

Senator Chatham nodded in agreement. "I keep forgetting the depth of your understanding of the government and politics. You're absolutely right. You'll be insulted and attacked by a few members of the committee. They'll accuse Gwen of grandstanding to get elected to Congress, or to sell more music, or movie tickets. They'll question your honesty, integrity, and patriotism. So, will you do it or do they need to subpoena you? It would look better if you both appeared willingly."

"Sure, we'll do it!" chuckled Steve. "You're so persuasive. We can't wait to be called liars, traitors, and thieves. You need to be prepared for the truth, because that's what we'll be bringing. It may not be common in Washington, or well accepted. That won't stop us from delivering it." 

"I would ask that you be sure anything that you tell the committee is accurate. As far as the individuals members are concerned, treat them with the same respect they show you. Be polite as long as they are.

"There's another subject I wanted to broach. You'll be transferred to Washington when you're recovered and able to report for duty this fall. There has been a surprising amount of discussion about where you would be most useful. After this Iraq debacle, some higher ranking people in government felt you should be buried in some far away location. Others still wanted to take advantage of the amazing press you garner wherever you go, even if may become unflattering to portions of the government.

"To that end, I have used my considerable influence with the president to have you assigned as my aide. It isn't unheard of for a member of the Senate Foreign Relations Committee to have a military attaché. I have seen enough of your style to know that if you don't want to work with me, I'll be the one to pay the price. I simply need to know if you feel that you can serve the government by working as my aide, or is that asking too much?"

"I have great respect for your service in Washington. You've often crossed party lines on important issues. I will not, however, support any political party, or anything that remotely looks like I'm stepping into politics. You also need to know that I fully expect Gwen to be elected to Congress this fall. I will be supporting her anyway I can when she reaches Washington. If the specter of having an aide that's in love with a freshman Congresswoman and supporting her every way possible is upsetting to you, I suggest you reconsider. I won't be persuaded to abandon Gwen for any reason, on any issue."

Upon hearing Steve state his allegiance so strongly, Gwen smiled broadly and reached out to take his hand and squeeze it. Senator Chatham looked from one to the other and nodded her head.

"That loyalty of yours is one of the things that the American public finds so inspirational. I'll be using that good will and popularity you'll be bringing to Washington in many ways. It can't help but keep me in the public eye. I won't ask you to take any position on an issue. You'll be free to support Gwen. I realize how foolish it would be for me to try to turn you away from her. If we should find ourselves on different sides of an issue, I ask only that you both treat me with respect and we remain friendly. I have many good friends on the other side of the aisle. We can disagree and still be professional and respectful."

"What about those pictures of Steve and me that came out last week?" questioned Gwen. "Will that make a difference in Steve's treatment in Washington? Will there be any fallout from them?"

"I assume you're referring to the photos where he's naked with Lieutenant Naomi Wilson?" asked Senator Chatham. "Yes, they'll make a difference. You didn't hear it from me, but it's highly likely that she'll be assigned as an aide to Senator Elizabeth Mason of Maine. Ms. Wilson is closely linked to you two, and especially to Steve, so that makes her a rather hot commodity. Her looks, her education, and her skills will get her a long ways. Sitting naked on Steve's lap will bring her fame. Senator Mason is a big advocate of women's rights and Ms. Wilson appears to be an independent thinker, and very much a woman. Envy will be the only negative emotion created by those photos. They were remarkable.

"I do marvel at your uncanny ability to turn what on the surface appears to be a public relations nightmare into a positive. I shudder to think of what would happen to my career if I were photographed nude and in the arms of a man not my husband. Of course, I wouldn't be nearly as photogenic as you are, but the press would feast on me until there was nothing left." 

The meeting with Senator Chatham ended a short time later. Gwen and Steve returned to the Anderson home. Steve was pleasantly surprised to find Chip sitting in a wheelchair by the pool in the warm summer sun. Steve sat down next to him and the two men chatted easily. Chip had finally been released from the hospital and Kate was going to be his main care giver.

As the two men chatted, the kitchen door slid open and Kate's voice sounded from behind them. "Would you guys like a cold beer?"

"Yeah, as long as it doesn't screw up my medications," replied Chip as Kate stepped in front of them holding two beers.

"Oh! Wow! You're beautiful!" blurted Chip as he studied Kate standing before him. She was topless! 

"So you think I look okay? Do I look as good as Steve described me to you? Are you disappointed after the way Steve bragged me up?" asked Kate with a smirk.

"Kate, you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen!" marveled Chip. "Steve didn't begin to do you justice. How did you know what Steve said about you? Did he tell you about that?"

"How about some chips to go with the beer?" asked Gwen as she walked into view wearing a small red thong, and nothing else. "Did Steve describe me accurately? Sometimes he exaggerates a little. Are you okay, Chip?"

"There's something going on here. I'm not sure what it is, but I hope it never ends. Did Steve tell you about our conversations while we stumbled through the desert? You look great, Gwen! Did I die already? Is this heaven?"

By this time, Steve realized what was going on with the girls. Chip was about to learn that he talked in his sleep, a lot! He had to admit that they were letting Chip know in the nicest possible way.

That was when Ashley strolled out and stopped next to Steve. She had on a little pink boy shorts. Her breasts were high and firm. "Paula asked if you'd come back into the kitchen for a moment to help her with something. We'll chat with Chip while you're gone."

Steve grinned to the girls as he stood and headed for the house. When he got there, he saw all of his friends standing inside. The girls all had bikinis on and were giggling a great deal.

"We're welcoming Chip to the group and thanking him for what he did for you," pointed out Lisa. "Do you think I look too fat to go out there topless? Jason insists I look good, but he's prejudiced. What do you think?"

Steve looked at Lisa's slightly swollen stomach and her pregnancy enlarged breasts and gulped noticeably. "You are sexy as all hell, Lisa. Jason is one lucky guy!"

"Thanks, because it's my turn," laughed Lisa as he pulled her top off very ample bosom and handed it to Steve. "Keep an eye on this for me, would you?"

Steve watched Lisa saunter out by Chip and chat with him. Jason stepped beside Steve as he watched out the window. "What did we get ourselves into when we fell in love with those girls?" wondered Jason. "I keep telling her that the more pregnant she gets, the sexier she looks. I take it that you agree?"

Before Steve could respond, Jordan tossed her top to Charlie and headed out the door. Once again, all the men stood silently and watched as a beautiful, topless woman walked out to visit with Chip. 

"Jared, will you do the honors?" asked Naomi as she turned her back to Jared. He grinned as he reached up and untied the strings that held her top up and slowly removed it. "I hope Chip isn't disappointed after the way Steve described me to him."

"He won't be!" assured Steve as he once again had the opportunity to see Naomi's large, firm breasts. All the men watched Naomi walk across the kitchen floor and step outside.

"Jared, you're one lucky SOB!" squeaked Billy as he stared at Naomi's backside.

"Hey, did anyone notice that I already took my top off?" asked Charlotte as the men turned to gaze at her. "That's better! I expect you to be drooling and telling Billy what a lucky guy he is once I step outside."

"Why wait?" asked Steve as he studied Charlotte as she stepped in front of him. "Billy, this girl of yours is sexy as hell, but she'd better get moving out of here. There are a lot of worked up men in this room. I can't promise she'll be safe much longer."

"Thanks!" grinned Charlotte as she pulled Steve down for a quick kiss. "Billy needs to know how good he has it. These babies are high quality!"

As Charlotte joined the other women milling around Chip, the guys lined up by the patio doors watching. Steve noticed that Paula was watching from a window by the sink and went over and stood behind her. He leaned ahead and whispered into her ear.

"You're not going to join them? These guys would love to see you doing your best to cheer up Chip."

Paula remained still as she watched out the window. "Those girls are all so beautiful and firm. I'd embarrass myself, and my daughters. Poor Chip would be scared to death."

"Your breasts do have a strong effect on men, but believe me, fear is not the emotion they create," chuckled Steve. "I apologize if I embarrassed you by telling Chip about you. I was sincere when I told him how beautiful and sexy you are."

"That's another reason I'm keeping my clothes on around you, Young Man," replied Paula. "You're the only man that's ever made me have second thoughts about my vows. I'm not going to put myself in a position where I make a fool of myself. I know I can trust you, and all of the men here, but I don't always trust me. I'm so happy for Gwen to have you to love. I marvel at what you two have. Look how much you've accomplished already. Now I'm looking forward to a house full of grandkids, so start thinking about making an honest woman out of my daughter."

"We've discussed marriage, but feel we should wait until Gwen has completed med school and I'm out of the service. I can't make a career out of being the Navy's poster boy. You'll be my mother in a couple years and holding our child in your arms within a year of that. That's the best I can promise," responded Steve as he watched the girls tease Chip mercilessly.

Paula swung around and lightly kissed Steve's cheek. "I look forward to it. That first day you came to our pool after that Lady in Red dance, Diane predicted that you two would create the most beautiful children, and I'm sure she was right."

"I think we've given Chip enough time to be properly cheered up!" declared Billy as he started for the door. "We need to get out there and cheer ourselves up!"

The guys weren't willing to let Billy go out without them, so they all followed him out to the pool deck. Steve grinned as Gwen and Naomi winked at him and then snuggled up on each side of Billy and placed their arms on his neck. Then they leaned in and kissed his cheek as their full breasts pressed against his chest. 

Jordan and Kate stepped in as soon as Gwen and Naomi stepped back. Then they were followed by Lisa and Ashley. "It looks like I may have to revise my opinion again," grinned Billy. "Lisa's now in the lead!"

Steve took Gwen's hand and took her with him as he approached Chip. "Steve, I didn't realize I was blabbing so much in my sleep. I swear I never meant to say anything about what you told me. I apologize for that, but I'm pretty happy about how it all turned out.

"I've never seen so many beautiful, topless women in my life! Every one of them is beautiful beyond belief. Steve has mentioned you a lot over the past couple of years, Gwen, but you're an absolute goddess. He's a very lucky guy."

"I have a special place in my heart for guys that save my life, or Steve's," responded Gwen as she leaned down and kissed Chip lightly on the lips. "You've moved to the top of the list with everything you endured in Iraq to help Steve. We're connected now. I'll never forget what you did."

"So now that you've seen my sisters, Jordan, Charlotte, Naomi, and Ashley, do I do anything for you at all?" asked Kate as she kneeled down next to Chip and hugged him.




Lady in Red Pt. 02 Ch. 11



"Kate, you do it all for me. When can we get married? I want to start those babies you promised my mother right away!" teased Chip.

"There won't be any babies before I finish law school, you reconcile with your father, and I have a band on this finger," declared Kate. You'd better make sure that you do what you can to make everything happen."

"I can't make my father listen..." Began Chip before Kate placed a finger over his lips.

"Do you see me, Chip? Are you really looking? I wouldn't think you'd let your dad stand between you and this body. You need to get your priorities figured out. If I'm not on the very top of that list, I'll help you get well and then say goodbye." 

"Okay, I'll reconcile with my father, no matter what it takes," agreed Chip as he looked into Kate's eyes. "You already mean the world to me, Kate. You're the only real priority I have any more."

Kate gave Chip a big smile, but was interrupted before she could say anything. "Okay, girls! Here are all of your tops. Please put them back on now. I think Chip, and every other male here, has been cheered up. I allowed this as a special welcoming for Chip, but now it's time to cover up. You'll be on the internet again!" chided Paula as she handed out the tops to the girls. 

The next day two FBI agents came to the Anderson residence and spent hours taking statements from everyone that had come into contact with the man they had thought was Mark Neary. Ashley was questioned closely since she had spent a lot of time with him. Steve and Chip were asked a lot of questions as well, since they were the reason the real Mark Neary was supposed to go to Sparta. After about eight hours of questioning, the FBI men left with extensive notes, but few answers to their most pressing questions.

Jared and Naomi had to report the following week. Jason was required to return to active duty in two weeks. He was fully recovered from his injuries in Colombia and was doing the paperwork to be discharged. With a baby on its way, he and Lisa decided that his most important duty was to his family.

That was also the week that Becky made it back to Sparta. She strolled out to the pool late on a Wednesday afternoon. "Hey, Steve, Gwen, Kate, Ashley! How's everyone? Anything happen while I was off filming in New Zealand?

"Seriously, I heard all about it. You guys are followed very closely in New Zealand and Australia. They were always asking me about you. I was thinking of flying back when I heard that Steve had been exchanged for those kids, but what then? If I'd known that you were going to Iraq to kick some butt, I would have met you there. I'm sure glad you're okay, Steve!"

"I never knew her to be so talkative," laughed Ashley as Becky wrapped her arms around Steve and gave him a smoldering kiss. "She didn't use to be so forward either. Remember when we asked Steve to try to bring her out of her shell? Now look how she's doing. TV shows, movies, and promotions are all in a day's work for her."

"Well, it's Gwen's fault for being so generous with her guy. If Steve thought I looked okay, I knew other guys would, too. It's great to be back and to see all of you, even though Steve looks a little banged up. At least he kept his head. That would have been worse than losing a hand!" 

"Another beautiful, famous woman?" observed Chip as he wheeled across the pool deck. "I recognize you from the movies! You're Becky Summers!"

"And I recognize you from the news reports I've been watching. You're Chip Martin. I've also heard that I had better not get too interested in you or Kate will be all over me. It's great to meet the guy that saved the guy that pretty much saved me."

Over the next couple of weeks, Gwen began to worry about their annual July 4th bike ride. Steve had a cast on his arm and his ribs weren't healed entirely. Chip was not walking yet and riding a bike was out for some time. Lisa and Jordan came up with the solution to the dilemma.

"I'm getting pretty fat, Steve is bunged up, and Chip has months of rehab in front of him before he's back to where he was," pointed out Lisa. "We were thinking it might be nice to have July 4th here in Sparta. We have some serious military heroes here in our home town. We could invite bikers and everyone else to ride here and help us celebrate. Lady in Red supplies free burgers, hot dogs, and drinks and this town celebrates.

"That's a great idea! We can make floats and have a nice parade. Let's speak to the town council and see if they'll go along with it!" enthused Gwen.

Talking the town into having a big celebration for the Fourth was a simple thing, especially once Lady in Red Productions promised to cover all expenses incurred with the event. The parade was set for noon with a free concert given by Gwen, Jordan, Charlie, and Steve scheduled for six in the evening. Steve would not be playing guitar with his arm in a cast and his ribs still tender, but he would be able to sing.

Lady in Red Productions had an even dozen floats made with different themes for the parade. The close friends were each allowed to design their own float with the company then having it built and readied for the big day.

When word was released about the concert and parade, people began streaming into town days before the Fourth. Once again, all hotels, motels and bed and breakfasts were filled. Two campgrounds that had recently opened were also at capacity. Billy's father along with Ralph Smith, stopped in to thank the group while they were dining at Marsh's on July first.

"The town is doing a land office business!" declared Ralph as he shook Steve's hand. "Your company has been a lifesaver for the local merchants, businesses, and labor force. I can see it every day in the savings accounts and mortgage payments being made at the bank. You've given people good jobs with generous pay and benefits. You're the attraction that lures so many tourists to town."

"Sometimes we seem like we take it all for granted, but we don't," added Billy's father. "We've been able to expand this business and have Billy join us because you folks have put us on the map. Giving a free concert and supplying so many floats for the parade has really drawn people in. You stayed with this town when a lot of people would have moved to Hollywood or New York. Thanks, guys."

Politicians and local dignitaries were eager to participate in the parade. Senator Chatham came and rode in a red convertible, waving to the crowd of spectators. The Republican candidate for Congress even came to town to walk in the parade and have his supporters pass out pamphlets. While very few people were rude enough to jeer him, the spectators were noticeably quieter when he marched past them, waving and smiling to the crowd.

As the parade wound down, Gwen and Jordan moved close to the huge American flag waving over the LiR CPA. There was a huge crowd that filled the street in both directions, as well as the park across the street. The jumbotrons had been on, broadcasting the parade. They now focused on the girls as they sang the National Anthem. The applause and cheering lasted long after the girls ended the song. Then Senator Chatham stepped up to the microphone.

"I won't ruin this great day with a long-winded speech," promised Senator Chatham. "I'd simply like to point out that we're celebrating our nation's birth. It was built on the principles of service, sacrifice, courage, discipline, and honor. No town in the nation better exemplifies these qualities than Sparta! You have the mother lode here! Thank you all for showing what America can be, and what we all need to strive toward. I am humbled to be here today and I thank you all for being the kind of citizens, parents, siblings, sons, daughters, and patriots that you are. Thank you, Sparta for leading the way and showing the rest of the country the best of what we Americans can be!"

The applause was long and loud as the crowd was pleased with the praise from the senator. Then a chant began for Gwen to speak. As a politician, Senator Chatham immediately sensed the mood of the huge audience. She motioned for Gwen to come forward. Gwen blushed slightly as she accepted the microphone from the senator.

"Thank you! The Spartan Nation has been tested over the years and has endured! We've grown closer and prospered together. We've seen incredible courage overcome senseless hatred. We've seen how much we can accomplish when we work together to help those less fortunate. This is a wonderful country and the Spartan Nation is the very best of the best! 

"I'd like to acknowledge all of our service men and women here today. They're heroes. Thank them today when you see them. Be proud of them. They've earned it. I've already been cautioned about mentioning any names for fear of leaving some out. I'd never want to do that. We have hundreds and perhaps thousands of vets in Sparta for the holiday and we thank each and every one of them. 

"And to put rumors to rest about our next movie, it's going to be filmed here in Sparta! Steve is recuperating, so we had to tweak the script a little, as well as keep him close to his doctors and the hospital. We'll try to not upset traffic or daily routine too much, but we'll be filming on the streets and in some businesses in town. Please be patient with us. We'll need extras for some street scenes and will appreciate those of you that are willing to fill in when needed. Filming starts next week and we hope you'll like the movie when it's done!" 

The concert was a huge success. Steve actually sang a few more songs than usual since he wasn't able to play guitar. He teamed with Jordan on several and with Gwen on half a dozen. New jumbotrons had been placed in several strategic locations on Main Street to allow people farther removed from the event to see the show. Merchants were given live feeds so that their patrons could watch and listen while shopping and eating. The evening was a huge success and the town fathers were delighted. After all, how many towns across the country could claim that the top acts in the music industry not only lived there, but used their talent and time to promote local tourism and business?

The new film project was Ashley's idea and was fully embraced by Lady in Red Productions. Having seen posters of Gwen as Wonder Woman, Ashley had drawn up a rough outline for a movie. It was obvious to Ashley that Gwen was the prototypical Wonder Woman. She knew that men would buy tickets to the movie just to see Gwen perform various stunts in her scanty costume. If the movie involved romance and Steve Hammer, females of all ages would pay to see it. Add some action and several more beautiful women and handsome guys and it would be a success. If it had a good plot, was well written and performed, it would be huge. 

That summer, it became fairly common for the citizens and tourists to see Wonder Woman on the streets of Sparta. Much of the filming was done in local businesses and familiar locations in the Spartan Nation. Hotels and motels within a hundred miles were filled to capacity all summer as tourists flocked to Sparta to see the Amazon Queen and her friends make their film.

The scenes that had Steve and Gwen interacting in public were the most popular. Steve wore his cast through the first few weeks of filming so his broken arm was written into the movie. Jordan, Kate, and Naomi, who managed to get a month off from the Navy, were Gwen's trusted lieutenants and wore similar outfits as Gwen, except their outfits had no red, which in the Amazon world, was used to signify royalty.

The town fathers hated to see the movie end filming, but they needn't have worried. Jordan and Charlie's wedding was scheduled for the next weekend and the town once again began to fill up in anticipation. Jordan and Charlie had sent invitations to personal friends and family, but also invited the public to join in the celebration.

By Saturday afternoon, when Steve, in his Navy Dress uniform, walked the incredibly beautiful bride down the aisle at LiR CPA, a crowd estimated at a hundred thousand watched from vantage points all over Sparta. Jordan and Charlie sold the rights to broadcast the wedding to a cable channel for several million. That money was immediately donated to charities helping veterans acclimate to civilian life by finding homes, jobs, and medical care for them. 

The group had several different bands play at the reception as Jordan and Charlie did their best to dance with as many people as they could. Steve and Gwen were in great demand as well. Chip was using a cane and although doing very well in his recovery, was unable to take to the dance floor. Kate danced with her friends and family, but for the most part, remained close to Chip.

It was almost midnight when a limo pulled in front of the building and Jordan and Charlie waved to the crowd as they headed for the door. Charlie gave Gwen a hug and kiss while Jordan kissed Steve long and hard. Then she smiled to the crowd, grabbed Charlie's hand and climbed into the limo.

There was still a huge number of people enjoying the food and drink, so Gwen and Steve changed into more comfortable clothes and joined the band that was performing at the time. They sang their hits, both duets and singles. Gwen had a fair number of big hits to select from by that time. For their last song, Steve sat at the piano and motioned for Gwen to join him.

He started playing as Gwen watched. Then he began singing the Bryan Adams song 'Please Forgive'. The lights were dimmed except for a soft light on Steve and Gwen. There was no doubt possible for those that watched that Steve was singing for Gwen alone. His voice would quaver slightly with emotion as he sang. Gwen's eyes misted over as she smiled broadly. As he ended the song, Gwen leaned into him and kissed him gently on the lips. The audience roared its approval as Steve and Gwen bowed one last time before leaving the stage. Several weeks later, when the song was released with a video, it became a huge smash. It rivaled Gwen's recent 'Woman in Love' for air play and sales. 

Ten days after Jordan's wedding, Gwen and Steve traveled to Washington to appear before the Senate Select Committee on Intelligence. The media coverage, both as they entered the Capitol Building, and as they testified was intense. The committee chair was a lady Senator from California. She introduced Steve and Gwen and then allowed the vice chairman an opportunity to speak.

He wasted no time questioning the validity of whatever Steve and Gwen would have to say. He insisted that there was no way they could know what the intelligence community was trying to accomplish, nor how they were going about it.

"In fact, aren't you here to campaign for the House of Representatives, Ms. Anderson? You've made a career and a great deal of money from exposing yourself in movies and in risqué music videos. Why would anyone even take you seriously?" finished the pompous senator as he looked down on Gwen from his position on the podium in front and above her.

"Senator, you're engaged in a very difficult reelection campaign of your own," began Gwen as she glanced at the notes she had brought into the chamber. "In fact, aren't you here in an attempt to garner votes by pandering to your base? You impugned me, Sir, by suggesting that I am looking for votes, and that since I appear in movies and music videos, I should not be taken seriously.

"Allow me to suggest that a man in as highly a respected and important position as you are, should not be getting assistants pregnant and then paying them to have an abortion! How could anyone take you seriously, Sir?" demanded Gwen hotly.

"Order!" insisted the lady chairman as the room suddenly came alive. "You're here to answer questions, Ms. Anderson! You cannot come into these chambers and make malicious and slanderous statements!"

"Madam Chairman, are you telling me that only United States Senators are allowed to slander and attack citizens in this forum? That we have no recourse? I responded in kind to the Senator's question and I'll continue to do so. If you ask us civil questions, we will attempt to answer them. If anyone feels the need to enhance their questions with insults and personal attacks on us, we will respond in kind, as allowed by the constitution of this country. The very constitution that Steve has shed blood to preserve and protect, I might add. 

"We will not sit here and be treated like criminals, or second class citizens. We have earned respect, and we demand it! Can the members of this committee say the same? As you all know, Steve and I have considerable resources at our disposal. We used some of those resources to delve deeply into the backgrounds of the members of this committee. We will not hesitate to divulge anything our people have uncovered, if we feel it is incumbent upon us to do so.

"We are prepared to offer substantial proof of any, and all accusations we make. We're also prepared to go to court if it should become necessary. We love this country and we will not sit idly by while justice and truth are ignored simply because lies are more convenient."

"Are you threatening this committee, Ms. Anderson?" questioned the incredulous chairman.

"If this committee finds that the truth is threatening, than it would appear that Steve and I are doing exactly that. We're here today to tell the truth. You tell me, Madam Chairman, does this committee find that threatening?" asked Gwen seriously. 

The lady chairman studied Gwen for a few moments as she composed her thoughts. An aide leaned close to her and whispered something. "It appears that we have gotten off on the wrong foot. I will ask that the members of this committee remain focused on questions for our witnesses and resist the urge to politic, grandstand, or attack. You've seen what can occur if you go that route. Do you wish to ask any more questions, Mr. Vice-Chairman?"

The vice chairman was sweating profusely and his face was a deep shade of red. He simply shook his head in the negative and looked down at his notes.

"Thank you," responded the lady chairman politely. "Senator Burrow, from the state of North Carolina is next. Please proceed."

"That was a rather ingenious method to avoid personal questions about your character and actions," began Senator Burrows as he watched Gwen flip through her notes. "We are not here to lobby for my character, or yours, Ms. Anderson.

"When you miraculously returned from Iraq with your lover, Mr. Hammer, you made the statement that the State Department or the CIA dropped the ball. The CIA had committed a great deal of time and resources to finding Mr. Hammer, even though he lacked the judgment and foresight to report that he was traveling to Iraq and that he would foolishly exchange himself for those hostages. Do you realize that the CIA had a drone fire a missile into the warehouse stronghold of the terrorists, killing at least nine known terrorists? This only occurred after painstaking efforts on the ground and through the airwaves to determine where these men were hiding. Does that sound like the CIA was apathetic to Mr. Hammer's plight?"

"Does it 'sound' apathetic?" repeated Gwen carefully. "No, Sir, it does not. It sounds good, but it's only sound, and not fact. That report is not accurate."

"You're claiming that you know better than the CIA about what occurred in that warehouse?" marveled Senator Burrows. "Obviously, Mr. Hammer wasn't there, or he wouldn't here right now. Are you stating that the CIA drone did not destroy that building? That those dead men were not terrorists, or maybe that it wasn't a drone that fired that missile?"

"Steve and I are disputing the statement that the Hellfire Missile killed those men. They were in fact terrorists, but they had been dead for hours before the missile struck. The CIA only learned of the warehouse when it intercepted an email that Steve sent to me, and they then destroyed that building thinking that Steve was still in it!" declared Gwen with a great deal of passion. "The CIA tried to kill Steve to further its goal, which was to persuade the United States to engage in war with Iran."




Lady in Red Pt. 02 Ch. 11



Once again the meeting room became unruly. There were gasps of shock and surprise at Gwen's statements. Several senators tried to speak at the same time. Reporters were buzzing with the new developments.

The chairman began hammering the gavel. It took a couple of minutes before the room once again became quiet and she addressed Gwen. "You're aware that you'll not go unchallenged when making wild accusations like that, are you not?"

"We're here to spread the gospel, Madam Chairman. Everything either of us states will not only be true, but will have hard evidence to support it, unlike the CIA!" retorted Gwen with emotion.

"Then, to continue my line of questioning, I'll ask the question that everyone is certainly expecting. Would you be so kind as to prove your accusations to the committee members?" sneered Senator Burrows.

"I'll let Steve handle this part since he was a participant. I want to warn you that what you're about to see and hear is graphic, crude, and not suitable for children, or queasy adults. The language used by Steve and Chip Martin is the language of men under stress, and is not condoned, or used by either in ordinary conditions."

"When the exchange was made for the children, my hands were cuffed behind my back," recalled Steve. "I was struck at least twice in the head and rendered unconscious. What I am about to show you is video from the very camera used by the terrorists that day. When you see the content, you will have no doubt of the validity of my statement. As Gwen has already stated, this is pretty graphic." 

Lady in Red Productions had asked for, and received permission to install several large monitors in the meeting room. What they had not told the committee was that the monitors would be controlled by their employees only. When Steve finished speaking, lights dimmed and a video began playing on the monitors.

Fifteen minutes later, the lights brightened and the monitors went blank. Silence ensued for the next minute or so. Many of the people in the room were visibly shaken by the video that had just played.

"You two were in possession of this video and did not turn it in to the government?" asked the stunned chairman. "How do you justify that?"

"We don't trust the government, or at least parts of it, at the moment," replied Gwen. "You saw the email Steve sent to me and several friends. It never reached any of us, but within two hours of its transmission, a Hellfire missile targeted that warehouse. It's our belief that the CIA, or at least some of its employees and staff, wanted Steve dead to further its agenda. That is not the sort of thing the country we love, honor, and serve would ever do. We'll gladly give you a copy now. I should mention that a few minutes ago, it was forwarded to every news organization we could think of. This is going to be difficult to cover up, or put a 'shine on' now, wouldn't you say, Madam Chairman?"

"Ms. Anderson? Mr. Hammer?" began the furious lady chairman. "I'm recommending that you both be found in contempt for concealing evidence from this committee! I'm instructing the Sergeant at Arms to take you both into custody."



Lady in Red Pt. 02 Ch. 12



"Excuse me, Madam Chairman," repeated Virginia Senator Russell several times before the din abated and he could finally be clearly heard. "May I suggest a recess so that the committee can discuss this situation? We could reconvene after lunch."

Once again, an aide stepped forward and spoke into the still livid chairman's ear as she slowly nodded. "Very well, Senator Russell. We'll adjourn until one o'clock this afternoon. Ms. Anderson, Lieutenant Hammer, we'll expect you in your seats and prepared to answer questions at that time. You'll still be under oath."

With that statement, the lady chairman brought the gavel down. The senators and their aides stood to leave the chamber. "That went well," observed Kate drily as she and Ashley joined Steve and Gwen. "They don't seem to like your brand of truth too well here. They'd be pissed if you didn't have any proof, but they're even more pissed that you do. There are at least a hundred reporters waiting on the steps to ask you guys questions. Want to find a back door or something?"

"I don't think we do," replied Steve. "We need to remain completely transparent and truthful. Let's go get some lunch."

As the group stepped outside, dozens of reporters hurled questions at them. "Did you exchange yourself for those kids with the intention of killing the terrorists?" shouted a man standing in the forefront of the legion of reporters.

"I had no idea how it would all play out. But I was quite certain that with the tenacious support of my friend and fellow SEAL, Chip Martin, we'd have a better chance of bringing them to justice than that group of school kids would," replied Steve. "There was no plan, per say, so much as an agreement between Chip and me to do all we could for the kids and for each other."

"How did you know that he'd be able to find you? That he'd be able to rescue you?" questioned a different reporter. "Wasn't that leaving a lot to chance?"

"I didn't, and yes, it was leaving a lot to chance. Fortunately, Chip beat the odds, which really didn't surprise me. I've never seen his equal," praised Steve.

"Was it your intention to decapitate that terrorist?" called a tall woman reporter from the second row.

"It was when I brought my foot down," replied Steve calmly.

"Why did you send that email? Did you expect your friends to show up at that warehouse?" quizzed another reporter.

"Honestly, I didn't know what to expect. That said, I wasn't overly surprised at the results. I sent it to find out what would happen if I gave away our position. I'm certain that Gwen didn't send in that Hellfire missile," grinned Steve as he pulled Gwen closer. "She never received the email. Who has the ability to monitor emails, and to intercept them? Who has the ability to use Hellfire missiles? Who can transport me surreptitiously to Iraq without the U.S. military, or government knowing? That list is pretty short, and it's the usual suspects."

"Do you believe that the CIA tried to have you killed?" asked yet another reporter.

"I think the evidence points to a person, or persons, in the CIA dropping that missile on that warehouse with the intention of sending me straight to Hell," admitted Steve. "I'm holding out hope that it was a rogue operation and not something the Agency condoned. That remains to be seen. Now, if you'll excuse us, we need to catch some lunch before we return to testify before the committee."

Steve and Gwen strolled down the street with Kate and Ashley following. They were constantly recognized and greeted as they made their way down the sidewalk. Most of those they met were tourists and delighted to see the famous couple. Cameras and phones constantly snapped photos. Many people took the time to thank Gwen and Steve for their efforts on behalf of veterans, and for standing up to the powerful senate committee.

"Word gets around fast," stated Ashley as they group sat down at their reserved table. "It seems like the everyday Joes are pretty happy with the way you two are handling things so far. This is big. You're pretty much accusing the CIA of trying to kill an American citizen that's an active member of the military; a Navy SEAL, no less."

"When I asked if I could have the afternoon off from class to attend this hearing, my instructors couldn't agree fast enough," stated Kate. "These hearings are extremely interesting to people that teach at, or attend law school. I just watched history as it was happening. Tomorrow, I'm supposed to give a verbal report on everything, unless you're still testifying. Then I'll be here again to watch."

"People in medical school aren't quite as excited about this stuff, although I had no problem getting permission to take a few days off from class to come to Washington," admitted Gwen. "The real problem is that med school is hard enough when you attend all of the lectures. Missing class is not the way to pass the exams. Luckily, Charlotte's got my back. She'll take notes and record the lectures, but I'm going to be working my butt off when I get back to Stanford." 

"Do you think you'll be going back, or will that 'Madam Chairman' person throw you in jail?" questioned a concerned Ashley.

"That was just a foolish statement made out of anger," replied Steve between bites of his lunch. "We didn't withhold evidence from them. She's angry because we produced the evidence that she didn't want to even exist, never mind being seen by the public. Once she has time to cool off, she'll realize it, or her aides will explain it to her."

"After what Steve went through in Colombia and Iraq, the citizens of this country would probably stage a revolution if the government tried to punish him in any way," insisted Gwen. "You've seen how people admire and respect him. Without wanting to sound vain, Steve and I have built up a lot of good will across the country. As long as we're honest about everything, 'Madam Chairman' won't be able to touch us. Look at what Steve managed in a two week span. He saved those two American girls in Colombia, killed a ruthless drug lord, freed 17 child hostages in Iraq, and killed numerous international terrorists. That's in two weeks!" 

"One of my law professors said pretty much the same thing last class," offered Kate. "He suggested that Steve's influence exceeded that of most members of Congress. We're a country of citizens that want to do the right thing, and want to be proud of our leaders and their actions. Steve's given that to us, in spades! We haven't had a lot to brag about or believe in lately, but Steve's brought back pride in country. Americans like to feel that he represents our ideals, our courage, and our skills.

"Chip told me that he'd never have made it out of Iraq without Steve pushing him all the way. I don't think I realized how much you guys endured until I watched that video. You talked Chip into living, and you used me to make him want to keep going. That makes me love both of you guys. Busted legs, ribs, arms, and shoulders and you two were talking about not letting us down and how you had to get back to Gwen and me. You just keep amazing me."

"We'd better start back," suggested Steve as he blushed slightly under Kate's praise. "We'll wind up behind bars for being late or something." 

"It's come to my attention that I may have acted a bit rashly earlier today," began the lady chairman of the senate committee as soon as the hearing was called to order. "Since you offered your evidence when this committee asked for it, you did not withhold it and therefore cannot be held in contempt. However, I still feel that it was grandstanding. It was theatrical and performed to perfection by skilled actors. We're here to get to the truth and that's what we intend to do. Senator Russell now has the floor."

"I'd like to thank you both for appearing here today," began the senior senator from Virginia. "I'd also like to express my sincere appreciation for the courageous efforts you made on behalf of others in both Colombia and Iraq in recent weeks, Lieutenant Hammer. 

"I have to state, Ms. Anderson, that your work with children and veterans has not gone unnoticed. You were instrumental in the construction of a state-of-the-art hospital in your home town. Your company is completely financing a similar one in Kiev. It's rare to see charitable work on such a large scale.

"Now for the reason we're here today. Lieutenant Hammer, can you state for a fact that the CIA tried to kill you in Iraq? Do you have any more knowledge than what you shared with us in that amazing video?"

"No, Sir, I cannot. I can only give tell you the facts as I know them. They would seem to point at the Agency, but they're very careful about exposing their people, or their intentions. You need to find out why I wound up on three different military planes while being taken to Iraq, yet with no one in government knowing it. Who cleared me to ride on them? In Germany, they actually delayed their departure to wait for my arrival. Who told them to wait? If the military and the state department have no knowledge of these flights, then who made the arrangements?

"Why didn't my email get through to Gwen or my friends? How did the CIA learn there were terrorists in that building? Why did they bomb it? Who met me when we landed in Iraq and escorted me to meet the families of the kidnapped children? Who appointed the fellow that headed up the CIA's effort in Iraq to find me? Why wasn't the military included? My friends assure me that our service men and women were extremely anxious to assist in the search. Special Forces were created for situations like that. Why weren't they utilized?

"When you have the answers to those questions, you'll be a long way toward determining who was responsible for that series of incidents, and if it was their intention that I become a sacrificial lamb," concluded Steve. 

Steve and Gwen spent the rest of the afternoon responding to committee questions. No senator made the mistake of being overly critical, or insulting to the couple as they politely answered every question asked. When the questioning was finally completed, the lady chairman thanked both Gwen and Steve for their cooperation.

"We started off poorly, but I truly believe that we all have the same goal. We want this great nation to succeed and grow. There's no place in government for those that ignore our laws and pursue private agendas. Thank you, Ms. Anderson and Lieutenant Hammer for your cooperation and patience today. This committee will process the information we've received and proceed from there."

Once again, Steve and Gwen were mobbed by reporters as they left the Capitol Building. Before they began answering questions, Gwen motioned to a smiling man standing well off to the side. He was accompanied by several men in suits.

"Larry?" called Gwen as reporters craned their necks to find the focus of Gwen's attention. They saw several well dressed men standing near a tall fellow with a pony tail. He was wearing jeans and a flannel shirt. Gwen motioned to the man and he grinned as he made his way to the front of the crowd.

"What brings you to D.C.?" asked Gwen as she quickly hugged the man before Steve shook his hand. "Is there anything wrong? Is everyone back home okay?" 

"Yeah, the guys are fine. I'm in town to lobby for aid for disabled veterans. I'm here right now because these three national veteran association honchos found out that I'm on pretty good terms with you, Steve, Jordan, and Charlie. They want a favor and they hoped that I'd soften you up before they asked it," chuckled Larry Carson as the three men in suits worked their way through the crowd of reporters.

"Bill Adams, Sam Notaranni, and Ben Li, it's my pleasure to introduce you to my good friends, Gwen Anderson and Steve Hammer. I did my part. Now it's up to you three," grinned Larry as he stepped back.

"We were quite willing to wait until you were done with the press. Asking a favor in front of reporters isn't really very fair," reasoned Bill Adams, the apparent spokesman of the group.

"Sir, if it's about helping veterans, feel free to ask us anything, in front of anyone," responded Gwen as she gave the three men her megawatt smile. "We'll do what we can."

"Okay, here it goes," replied Bill Adams. "We represent the three largest veterans' organizations in the United States. We've made arrangements with the Park Service to have the use the National Mall on Veteran's Day. We do this almost every year. We have speakers lined up. They're..., you know,... the usual Veterans Day speakers. What we'd really like to ask is if you could manage to work your schedule so you could perform..."

"Absolutely!" responded Gwen before the man finished his request. "We'll make the time. I'll need you to give your contact information to Ashley. She'll be in touch with you. We'll need to know where you want us to set up, how long you want us to perform, and any special requests you may have for us. I can't speak for Jordan and Charlie, but I guess I'm speaking for Steve, aren't I?"

"Feel free," laughed Steve as Gwen looked to him for his reaction. "You know I'll do anything to help our vets, and even more to remain in your good graces."

By this time, Ashley was exchanging information with the three delighted men. She entered their information into her phone before she gave them numbers and emails they could use to contact her.

"We can't thank you enough!" beamed the man introduced to Gwen as Sam Notaranni. "Our turnouts have been getting a bit light with the usual predictable speeches and ceremonies. We've been watching the news and saw how well you treated the veterans in your state and what you did to help Larry's organization. We ran into him at a meeting and persuaded him to come here today to see if he could introduce us to you. He managed it without putting out much effort. He appears to be a genuine friend of yours."

It was at that point that everyone realized that reporters were recording the exchange. "I guess you heard everything, but that's a good thing!" declared Gwen as she faced the reporters once again. "Steve and I have agreed to perform here at the National Mall on Veterans Day. I'm sure that Charlie and Jordan will be with us, if their busy schedule allows it. We hope that everyone will have a wonderful time, and the people of this great country will show their pride and appreciation for the sacrifices these men and women have made for us. I'm dedicated to helping our veterans. We'll be here in Washington, on the National Mall, celebrating with, and honoring the men and women that have risked so much for us. There's no more fitting place to honor these people than here in our nation's capital."

A few minutes later, Gwen, Kate, Ashley, and Steve returned to their hotel for a 'quiet' dinner. "Maybe we should have reserved a private room, or eaten in your suite," worried Ashley as Steve and Gwen were interrupted for about the tenth time by well wishers and fans.

"This is fine," insisted Steve. "Gwen may be a Congresswoman soon. She needs to be seen as accessible. She can't become part of the establishment, where she's only seen at photo ops and political events. In fact, I think she should avoid the obvious situations where she'll be seen as pandering or politicking. People need to realize what a smart, honest, beautiful woman she really is. She has to keep her humility and natural charm front and center. It's what separates her from all of the clowns and jokers we have in congress."

"Jordan just called. She got my text about performing, and she saw it on the TV news," revealed Gwen as she put her phone away. "Mr. and Mrs. Burns think it'll be the perfect venue for them to debut as a married couple. They can't wait to perform." 

"Will Jordan change her professional name to Jordan Burns?" asked Kate. "That would take some getting used to, wouldn't it?"

"Professionally, she'll still be Jordan Quick, but in her private life, she's Mrs. Jordan Burns and their kids will have the surname 'Burns'. I think it's a good idea. I'll always be Dr. Gwen Anderson to my patients, and plain Gwen Anderson to my fans, but I hope to be Mrs. Gwen Hammer someday, if I'm not being too presumptuous."

"I think we'd be Lieutenant and Doctor Hammer, or if I'm a civilian, Mr. and Dr. Hammer. At least that's what'll be on our electric bill," offered Steve with a grin.

"As long as I have 'Hammer' in there someplace and our kids are little 'Hammers', I'll be fine with just about anything," admitted Gwen. "Mom's been hinting that we should tie the knot at some point soon. I told her we have it planned out, but she says plans don't always work out and it might be good to just make the leap.

"I told Mom that you haven't even asked me, so she's putting the cart before the horse," stated Gwen as she gave Steve a meaningful look.

"Gwen, if you want to change our plans, I'll gladly marry you tomorrow," responded Steve. "You know how I feel about you and how I fully intend to make you my wife. If you're not happy with our timetable, just let me know. I'll be on bended knee so fast your head will spin."

"That's all I need to hear," beamed Gwen. "Charlotte and I both think that it's better to concentrate on med school and avoid the distractions of marriage, especially when it's long distance. When you and I take the plunge, we're going to live together. That's important in a marriage. It's the only way that I know." 

Gwen returned to Stanford the next morning, while Steve reported to Senator Chatham's office. "You're coming to work for me after the way you stirred up things yesterday?" questioned Senator Chatham. "Presenting that video out of the blue like that really caught the committee by surprise. Politicians do not like surprises. You need to always be aware of that.

"You're going to be introduced as my attaché today. There'll be more than a few questions since you're only a lieutenant. Usually Majors or higher receive those appointments. They're normally appointed to embassies and the like. What I want from you is silence on your appointment. I'll handle any questions that may be asked. Just remember that you're still in the service and you should consider me your superior officer in our interactions.

"I guess you'll want Veterans Day off," chuckled Senator Chatham. "That was a real Kodak moment when you two promised those veterans that you'd perform on the National Mall. You two garner more good press without any real effort then my entire professional PR team can manage for me. This'll be an interesting year!"

Steve did his best to follow instructions while trying to maintain a low profile. Senator Chatham appeared to have a different agenda as she always had him travel with her and stand nearby for all of her photo ops. 

Gwen and Charlotte flew to Sparta from California on Election Day to vote. Steve returned home from Washington. They all realized that they could have used absentee ballots, but were excited over the prospects of Gwen winning the election. Once again, Gwen and Steve, with friends and family, were enjoying a late dinner at Marsh's Landing. Every television in the place was tuned to a news channel. It was just past eight thirty when Amber Stahl announced that her network was prepared to project the winner of the Congressional race in Sparta. The entire restaurant became silent. Everyone was focused on Amber's announcement.

"CBC is now projecting that the winner in the 5th Congressional District, which encompasses Sparta. We project Gwen Anderson will win the district by a 2 to 1 margin!

"This election is important for several reasons. Gwen Anderson never campaigned. She spent no time, or money trying to sway voters. Several attempts were made to derail her support. Rumors were circulated that her famous boyfriend, Steve Hammer, was having an ongoing affair with Paula Anderson, Gwen's mother. That effort failed miserably. Then nude photos of Ms. Anderson and a close male friend, who happens to be black, were circulated. Gwen Anderson simply shrugged them off. She admitted the photos were real, that the man in the photos was a very close friend, that Steve Hammer was the only man she had ever slept with and that people could vote for her opponent if they didn't like her lifestyle.




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"Winning with write-ins is unusual, but not without precedent. Winning in such a commanding fashion is not at all common. The fact that she claims no party affiliation will force some interesting decisions by the leaders of both parties. Many political pundits feel that Gwen Anderson, along with her boyfriend, Steve Hammer, has more political clout than many senators and most members of the House. Senator Chatham recently had Steve Hammer appointed as her attaché. Critics were quick to claim that she was trying to capitalize on his popularity.

"We will be broadcasting a live interview with Gwen Anderson in the next half hour. Stay tuned for what promises to be a candid and interesting discussion," finished Amber as the station went to commercial 

"I'd like to propose a toast!" stated an extremely proud Ted as he stood and raised his wine glass. "To the most beautiful, most talented, smartest, and most qualified congresswoman this great country has ever seen!"

Everyone stood at Ted's announcement and clinked their glasses together. Surprisingly, Billy Marsh decided to give a short speech. "Please remain standing. I've been thinking about this a lot lately. I'd like to propose a toast to the rise of the queen, and I don't mean the movie we made. Our royal couple is on a collision course with destiny! Gwen and Steve are becoming more famous, more influential, and more powerful every day. It's a lot like the movie. We have the warrior and the queen. It won't be long and they'll be building an empire. Actually, I think that they are already!"

Once again, everyone touched glasses and drank to the toast. As they took their seats Charlotte spoke. "Billy, that was really insightful. Now that I think about it, you've nailed it. The election today is another step closer to the 'throne' for our queen. I have trouble believing that we're part of it all. I think that Gwen and Steve are building their empire every day, as they continue to increase their power and influence. Asgard will become the home of the gods."

"I think you're getting a little carried away with all of this," observed Gwen modestly. "There are a lot of people in congress and I'll just be one of them. It isn't that big of a deal."

"Actually, it is," insisted William Patterson as he joined the conversation. "You won on write-ins, with no campaigning. You, Steve, and Jordan have built a billion dollar company. You've traveled the world making friends and helping people. There's never been anything like Lady in Red Productions, or your group, before this. You're the closest thing this country has to a queen. And you've earned it and not inherited it, or married into it, like most queens do."

"Never mind embarrassing the poor girl," interjected Steve's grandmother. "I want to make sure that Gwen knows that she and Steve are always welcome to stay with us when they're in Washington. I already told Steve. He made certain that I understood that if you visited with us that you and Steve would be sharing a bed. After everything that happened with his mother, I understand why he felt the need to firmly state his position on the matter. I wouldn't have it any other way. We have a second master suite in our house and you're always welcome to use it. Please keep it in mind."

"Thank you, so much, Grandmother Patterson! Our company's rented an entire floor in a hotel for our group for the next year, but we'd be delighted to visit you on a weekend or holiday when we don't have to be at any government functions. I appreciate that you're so understanding about the sleeping arrangements. For some reason, Steve likes to keep me close whenever he can," teased Gwen as she ran her hand lightly over Steve's cheek. 

"I'm well aware of that fact, My Dear," smiled Beatrice Patterson. "Remember that we accompanied you on your trip to Russia and experienced those thin walls first hand. That trip was an eye-opener for me."

At that point, a well dressed man entered the dining room and approached the table. Ashley jumped up from her seat to greet the man. "Gwen, this is Matthew Barnwell. He's interested in assisting you when you're sworn into the House of Representatives. He's been an aide to several influential Congressmen over the past ten years. He contacted me a week ago to set up an appointment. I told him then that if you won, I'd see that he met with you right away. I hope this isn't too soon."

"It isn't too soon, but it is too late," responded Gwen. "I've already selected my top assistant, aide, or whatever they're called. Thank you for coming, Mr. Barnwell, but I won't be requiring your services."

The man thanked Gwen for her time and quickly left the room. "I'm sorry, Gwen. I didn't know that you'd already found someone. I was just trying to stay on top of everything for you," reasoned Ashley. "You're going to need some very good assistants after you take office. I hope you found someone extremely capable."

"That's exactly what I did, Ashley. Maybe I shouldn't have assumed that the person would accept the job, but I'm hoping that they will," added Gwen with a grin. "I need someone that I can trust totally. I discussed it with Steve and we agreed that you're at the top of a very short list. I realize I may be taking advantage of our friendship, but I really need you. Your salary will be increased accordingly and you can hire all the assistants you feel are necessary, but you have to be in charge. You're the one I want. Will you do it?"

"Me? Do you realize how little I know about politics? I'd be learning on the job. You can find some very good people with a great deal more experience," reasoned Ashley.

"Ashley, can you honestly tell me that you think Gwen could find someone that would work harder, or be more loyal than you?" asked Steve.

"Honestly? No, but she could find people that know a lot more than I. I'm a novice. I'll make mistakes. I don't know what I'd do if I did something stupid that hurt Gwen politically, or in any other way."

"That's why you've been asked," replied Steve. "We've known you for quite a while. You're smart, beautiful, well spoken, honest, and extremely loyal. Gwen can live with honest mistakes. What she can't risk is distrust, envy, and greed. We both believe that you're the best choice, and really, the only choice for the job."

"Then I'll gladly accept! I promise I'll do the best I possibly can," declared Ashley as she hurried over to Gwen and hugged her tightly. "I'll always have your best interest at heart." 

Ashley then moved to Steve and embraced him tightly. "You and Gwen have been so good to me and my family. I'm so lucky to know you both. If I screw up, don't be afraid to let me know. If you have to fire me, I'll understand, but promise we'll always be friends."

"You've seen how Gwen and I are with our friends, and you're one of our best," assured Steve. "You won't be fired and you'll always be very dear to us."

Ashley pulled Steve down and kissed him hard as everyone else smiled knowingly at the obvious affection Ashley had for Steve. When she released Steve, she ran her hands over her eyes as she wiped away her tears. Then she buried her face in Steve's chest and sobbed loudly. Steve simply held her and waited for her to calm down.

"I'm sorry about that, everyone, but I just felt so overwhelmed. My life has improved so much since I met Gwen and Steve. I wonder what I've done to have such amazing friends. You guys are the best!" managed Ashley as she finally gained control of her emotions.

"Ashley, you'll have your pick of any room on the fifteenth floor of our hotel, except for the suites Kate, Naomi, and Steve and I will be using," added Gwen. "They're long term, with kitchenettes and great views of the city. I'll be flying back and forth from California, but you'll be staying there, setting up my office, hiring your assistants, and buying whatever we need. Med school keeps me very busy, so I'll rely on you to handle everything in Washington. Mom's agreed to set up an office in Sparta for me and to staff it.

"Steve will be in D.C., so he might be able to answer some of the questions you might have, but he's almost worthless about things like colors and designs. Just email me with anything Steve can't handle and I'll respond when I get the chance. He'll be living on the same floor, so you can catch him in the evenings."

"Steve will be living on the same floor?" repeated Ashley as she glanced at Steve. "That'll make it easier to contact him with questions, and I'll feel safer with him nearby."

"Yeah, but will Steve be safe with you on the same floor?" teased Becky. "I think I'll be visiting my sister quite often."

"You'll have your choice of available rooms when you're there, so you don't have to bunk with Ashley," stated Gwen. "You girls can keep his motor running, but he'll have to wait for me to come east to relieve his pent up tension. You probably heard that Naomi's an attaché with Senator Mason. She's staying on the same floor and will keeping an eye on things for me. Now that the public has determined that her ass is bigger than mine, she's very humble, and quite helpful."

"That poll wasn't scientific and Gwen only won by two per cent, which is within the margin of error in any poll," explained Naomi. "I should point out that I also won the bigger breasts poll by three per cent, so I'm proportional. Wouldn't you agree, Billy?"

"After seeing you at the pool this summer, I sure wouldn't disagree!" responded Billy. "You and Gwen could be identical twins, except for a few minor differences." 

"That's so sweet!" replied Gwen and Naomi in unison, before Gwen added. "I'll take that as a huge compliment. Naomi has an incredible figure.

"I've got another announcement about our company," added Gwen. "Everyone knows that Lisa has been featured in advertisements for the new Lady in Red line for pregnant women. It's been doing extremely well, but that's no surprise considering how beautiful Lisa is, and how she positively glows.

"What you don't know is that after New Years, Jason will be heading up a new division for our company. He'll be discharged from the Army by the end of the year. In the past our company has attempted to help people that were victims of natural disasters, but it's been hit or miss for the most part.

"Jason will be utilizing his experience and his engineering background to set up a Lady in Red Productions national response to disasters, or any other event where large numbers of our citizens need help. He'll be setting up a network of vendors, as well as various professionals, that will stand ready to wear our logo, and rush to disaster areas with the appropriate response. This is going to require a great deal of planning and preparation. We feel confident that Jason can handle it." 

"I'm sure that he can," agreed Paula. "He's extremely detailed oriented, but I guess most engineers are. He'll do very well."

"Let's get over to LiR CPA," insisted Ashley. "The TV cameraman is waiting. People are already pouring in to celebrate your victory. We'll touch up your make-up and do that interview with Amber. This is so exciting!"

"You have all of this planned?" asked a surprised Gwen. "We're having a victory celebration? Steve, you stay close to me all night, okay? I want everyone to know that I rely on you and that we're a package deal. Let's get over there and greet all of our friends and supporters!"

Gwen was greeted with a huge ovation when she entered the Lady in Red Center for the Performing Arts. Balloons and confetti dropped from the ceiling and the huge jumbotrons broadcast Gwen's every step and every expression on her beautiful face. Everyone was relatively quiet as she gave a long distance interview to Amber Stahl. Then Steve escorted her to the stage so she could speak to the crowd.

"Thank you! I appreciate your confidence and trust. It means everything to me. I don't have a speech written. I don't have much to say, really. I just want everyone to know that I'll do my best. I will remember why you elected me. If I should forget, Steve will remind me. If he doesn't, call, email, text, write, or use social media to get my attention. Hold my feet to the fire. I represent you.

"My belief is that I should always try to do what I feel is best for the country, and that in turn, will be good for Sparta. I will not be adding pork to bills to help individuals or groups, be they in this district or not. I will support legitimate issues that have merit, and do my best to make this country an even better place to live. 

"I will lean on my family and friends for guidance, especially Steve, but I'll always be making the final decision. Blame me if I screw up and no one else. But most of all, I want all of you to feel that I really do care, and that you can contact me with your concerns. Have patience, but hold me to a high standard. I'd have it no other way."

Gwen and Steve spent the rest of the evening meeting and greeting people as they lined up to have a word with their next congresswoman. Gwen was gracious and attentive to all. Steve was always at her side, smiling and speaking quietly to anyone that spoke to him. William Patterson mentioned it to Ted and Paula as they watched the couple interact with the public.

"I've seen a lot of politicians in my day, but I've never seen anything like your daughter and my grandson. Look how calm and controlled they are. Watch how people smile in appreciation when they take the time to listen to them. I'm telling you right now that there's no limit for that couple. It's up to us to see that they have all the tools they need to achieve whatever destiny has planned for them. You both should be extremely proud!" 

"Charlotte and I have an early flight in the morning," reminded Gwen as she led Steve back to her family and friends as the greeting line finally petered out. "We need to spend some quality time with our guys, so we'll say goodnight to everyone and go to bed, won't we, Steve?"

"Yes! We will," laughed Steve. "How dumb would I have to be to argue about that? See you all tomorrow. I'll be in our room, explaining parliamentary procedure to our next congresswoman, if anyone needs me."

"Let me know if you need me to establish a quorum," joked Becky. "You could wind up deadlocked with just the two of you there, but with me in the mix, it's less likely."

"Deadlocked for awhile sounds pretty good to me," smiled Gwen. "I do appreciate your concern, as well as your generous offer. However, we'll reach a unanimous decision, but only after a great deal of deliberation. I truly believe that I can coax Steve into seeing things my way."

Gwen and Charlotte returned to Stanford the next day, while Steve flew back to Washington. The Monday evening before Veterans Day, Gwen and Charlotte landed in Harrisburg, Pa. They were met by Steve, Jordan, Charlie, Jared, Naomi, Kate, Chip, and Billy. Plans had been made for the group to travel to Washington the next morning. They were scheduled to perform at three Tuesday afternoon and wanted to arrive in D.C. at noon or a little later. Early Tuesday Morning, the girls posted tweets, and to other social media while they worked on their breakfast. It was an unseasonably warm fall day with temperatures predicted to be in the mid sixties. 

"Are you sure you're going to be able to ride the entire way?" asked a worried Kate for the third time. "You're not completely healed yet."

"We've been over it a dozen times," answered Chip. "I feel good. My shoulder is at ninety per cent and my leg is getting a lot better. I wouldn't be able to walk that far, but I can ride this bike from here to Hell and back. Just climb on and look beautiful, would you?" 

As planned, the group pointed their bikes south at exactly eight AM. By the time they had traveled five miles, two dozen more bikes had pulled in behind them. Where the roads were wider and traffic was regulated by state and local police, the group rode four and five abreast. Ashley had printed out a map with directions for the group to follow so they could avoid interstates most of the way. The route had also been posted on FaceBook as well as the company web page.

When Steve, Gwen and friends entered Washington city limits shortly after noon, it was estimated that six to eight thousand bikers, mostly veterans and active service men and women, were riding behind them. Many of the riders had small flags attached to their bikes showing the branch of the service they had so proudly served. Thousands of people lined the streets and waved and cheered as the seemingly endless stream of bikes poured past them. Gwen, Jordan, Kate, Charlotte, and Naomi waved back to the cheering crowds as the formation made its way to the National Mall. A side street not too far from the mall had been closed and designated for parking for the bikes.

Once they turned off the engines. Steve and Gwen, along with their friends, led the other bikers to the National Mall to join thousands of others that had come to Washington to celebrate Veterans Day and to see the concert. 

The group was welcomed by fans with every step they took. Jordan, Charlie, Steve and Gwen posed for pictures, signed all sorts of flyers and pamphlets, and shook hundreds of hands as they worked their way forward. They were met by a grinning Larry Carson as they approached the stage.

"They've been having small turnouts the last few years? Take a look in any direction. There has to be over a quarter million people here today, if there's one! All of a sudden, politicians are begging to be allowed to speak, but we're sticking to our guns. We have a general and an admiral speaking, and then you guys will be asked to say something."

By three that afternoon, the National Mall was packed with people as were all nearby streets and parking lots. Lady in Red Productions had spent the previous few days installing numerous jumbotrons to allow more people to enjoy the show. As the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs was introduced, a park service official standing near Gwen told a reporter that the crowd was estimated at a just less than three quarters of a million people!

The huge crowd was polite as the General Dent gave a pretty much standard speech. He received some applause when he wrapped up his oratory efforts. Then Rear Admiral John Kane was introduced amid a less than raucous welcome. To his credit, the Admiral realized that hundreds of thousands of people had not come to hear him speak. He delivered a shorten version of his intended half hour discourse.

"Now, we're going to hear from Jordan Quick Burns!" announced the emcee as a huge roar went up from the crowd.

Jordan had to wait over a minute for the crowd to settle down. Her beautiful smiling face lit up the jumbotrons that had been placed around the Mall. "Thank you! I've heard news reports that all of you came here today to see us. They have that backwards. We're here today to see you!"

Once again hundreds of thousands of people whistled and yelled their approval. "I always thought that I understood our veterans and what they went through to keep us safe. A couple of months ago, that all changed. I went with some very trusted and dear friends to Iraq to do what we could for a couple of guys that we love, and that needed some help. You may have heard about it on the news? 

"I saw acts of courage and sacrifice beyond anything I ever imagined. My husband, Charlie, is a veteran. I never realized what that meant until the day we had to fight our way out of a really bad situation. Charlie came within an inch of dying while protecting me and others. I saw death, pain, and despair that day. But what I really remember the most is the strength and the character shown by the men and women that traveled with us. I now have a small idea of what all of you brave men and women risked with your service to this great country. I'm humbled to be here today. I'm also incredibly honored to be able share this event with you. Thank you so much for your service, and for allowing me to be a small part of this glorious day. I'm in your debt!"




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Applause and cheers lasted several minutes after Jordan had wrapped up her very brief speech. She beamed as she turned and waved in all directions to the adoring crowd.

Eventually, it began to quiet down and the emcee once again spoke to the crowd. "Wow! Was that a great speech, or what! Now it's time to hear from another performer that's donated her time and talent to entertain us today. Give it up for Congresswoman-elect Gwen Anderson!"

Once again, hundreds of thousands of people showed their approval with whistles, cheers, applause and the chant of 'Gwen', 'Gwen', 'Gwen', over and over. Again, the jumbotrons featured a beautiful woman's face as she smiled broadly and waved while she waited for the noise to diminish.

"Thank you! This is a great honor!" managed Gwen once the din abated. "We love our veterans, as well as our active military. You folks are the best. I've been pretty close to a military man the past few years and I've seen what you sacrifice for your country. To that end, Lady in Red Productions is formulating a strategy to upgrade some hospitals around the country that are having financial issues. We're going to help fund them, but with one condition. They will not turn away veterans for any reason, with the exception of being filled to capacity, and no veteran will ever be refused out-patient treatment. 

"This is a huge endeavor and it'll take years to accomplish. We've already reached agreements with a hospital in Akron, Ohio and another in Nashville, Tennessee. We'll rehab and modernize them as fast as we can. Then we'll increase the staff and see that veterans that need hospital care in that area receive everything they need, and deserve. That's our promise to you!"

The crowd was caught completely by surprise by the announcement and it took a few seconds to sink in. As understanding swept through the veterans in attendance, a huge roar went out from the audience. Gwen simply smiled and waved as she turned around to face the sea of faces that stretched in every direction before she returned to her seat.

Once again, the emcee waited for the noise to abate. When it finally dulled to a low roar, he began his introduction of the next speaker. "Ladies and Gentlemen, our last speaker needs no introduction. Here he is!"

A Steve approached the microphones, the crowd went crazy. It was immediately obvious that his personal sacrifices had made an impression on every person in attendance. As the ovation continued, Steve grinned and waved. Now and then he'd point to a group and nod, smile, or signal something before moving his gaze on to others. Finally, the audience tired and Steve was able to be heard.

"Thanks! I appreciate it! I understand how you feel. This isn't about me. It's about all of you, all of us! What I did is no more than what every last one of you would've done if you'd been in my place. I've seen many examples of the courage, dedication, determination, and the honor that all of you possess. We're in this together. You're my brothers and sisters. You represent what's right with this country!

"We rode our bikes into town today because we're so damned proud to be seen with our veterans and active military. There's no greater honor than to be recognized as an equal by men and women like those of you here today! What I've done, what we've all done, is no less than what we expect from each other, and from ourselves. It's what we do!"

Steve had to wait over a minute for the cheering to let up. "Forgive me, but I can't let this opportunity go by. I have to thank Lieutenant Chip Martin, a Navy SEAL brother, for pulling my ass out of a real jam. He's right there!" pointed Steve as the camera swung to a red faced Chip as a huge cheer went up. 

"Then there's Captain Jason Hunter, Lieutenant Jared White, Lieutenant Naomi Wilson, army veteran Charlie Burns, Ted Anderson, Charlotte DeVries, Billy Marsh, Jordan Quick Burns, and Kate Anderson. These friends and family made a trip to Iraq with the intention of finding me, and bringing me home. Please give them a hand! 

Once again, an ovation went up and lasted a long time. "Finally, I need to thank Gwen Anderson. She's incredible. I owe her everything that I am, and everything that I have, including my life. I can't imagine life without her," concluded Steve. "Thanks, everyone! Now, are you ready for some music?"

As applause rang across the National Mall, the band quickly set up their equipment on the small stage located in a sea of humanity. Within ten minutes, the music began. 

Jordan and Gwen stepped to the front of the small stage and faced a hug flag flying over the mall. Then they delivered the National Anthem to the very best of their abilities. The huge crowd roared its approval.

Gwen had polled numerous veterans to ask what songs they'd like. The response was inconclusive, so they decided to give the crowd everything they had, mixing some of the early songs they did, as well as to play all of their hits.

It was almost four PM by the time the show began. At seven, there was a twenty minute break before the band returned for another three hours. As the day went on, the crowd increased in numbers. By dusk, it was estimated that nearly a million people were enjoying the show in person and millions more were viewing the concert on the internet. Lady in Red Productions was streaming the concert free over the web.

Near the end of the evening, Gwen performed her most recent hit, 'Woman in Love'. The jumbotron played the video that had accompanied her song when it was released. They utilized a split screen, with the other half showing Gwen as she sang. Tears flowed freely, mostly from the ladies in attendance, as the lyrics and Gwen's vocals created strong emotions in the huge crowd. Then Steve performed 'Please Forgive Me' and even more tears streaked faces. More than a few men were shown on the jumbotron wiping their eyes.

It was approaching eleven by the time Gwen, Jordan, Steve and Charlie joined friends and family in a private dining room at their favorite Washington hotel. Once again, Gwen and Charlotte excused themselves since they had a morning flight and dragged their boyfriends off to bed.

The following Friday, Gwen called Steve from California. "You're practically an uncle! Lisa had a baby girl this morning. They're both doing great. I'll meet you at the hospital in Sparta tonight. I have to go pack. Love you, Big Boy!"

A few hours later, Steve joined Gwen in the maternity ward. "This is the best reason we've ever had to be in this hospital!" proclaimed Gwen as she kissed Steve as her family looked on. "Come with me. Lisa and Jason want to show you their little princess!"

Jason stood and grinned as Steve and Gwen entered the room. The two men shook hands before Steve approached Lisa and the baby sleeping in her arms. Lisa looked pale but her smile lit up the room.

"Here, hold your goddaughter. Aunt Diane already warned me about how you'll want to watch me breast feed her, and that's fine with me. I want you and Gwen to be part of her life forever. Isn't she just perfect?"

"She is!" agreed Steve as he carefully held the infant and smiled broadly. "She's beautiful. It's sure good that she looks like her mom!"

"I agree!" laughed Jason. "It would've been pretty awful if she came out looking like me. But we both know that no Anderson sister could have anything but a beautiful baby, even if they're married to guys like us."

"We happen to think that guys like you look pretty good," insisted Gwen as she took the baby from Steve. "She's so adorable. Doesn't it make you want us to have one of our own, Steve?"

"Actually, it does. You just let me know when you're ready and I'll do my part," assured Steve. "We can't let Lisa and Jason get too far ahead of us, can we?"

"I'm afraid they might, because I have two years of med school left and you're pretty busy," allowed Gwen. "Once we get married, I'm flushing my birth control pills down the toilet. Then we'll catch Lisa and Jason, and maybe even pass them out."

"To be honest, I can't even think about having another baby right now," groaned Lisa. "This isn't a race, although Mom will be happier when you two tie the knot and add to the family. I just want to enjoy Theresa for awhile and not even think about anything else."

"Theresa? What a beautiful name!" exclaimed Gwen. "She even looks like a Theresa." 

"Yeah, it's Theresa Paula Hunter," beamed Lisa. "Don't tell Mom. I want that pleasure, but I wanted to let you and Steve hear it first. You're going to be her godparents and she's going to wrap her Uncle Steve around her little finger."

Steve and Gwen spent a joy filled weekend as family and friends stopped by the Anderson's home to congratulate and celebrate the birth of their first grandchild. Sunday afternoon found the entire family, and numerous friends, enjoying an early dinner at Marsh's. Lisa was out of the hospital and sat between Jason and Steve as she held the sleeping baby.

The doors to the private room were left open. The locals knew that was an open invitation to stop by and visit. Lisa beamed as everyone proclaimed that her baby was the prettiest one ever, and how beautiful the mother looked. Gwen was congratulated on her victory and thanked for her efforts to find Steve and bring him home.

Gwen felt a large amount of pride when people spoke of her beautiful niece, or about how they voted for her, but her emotions knew no bounds as she listened to friends and neighbors speak to Steve about the courage he had demonstrated so many times, and the pride he had created in his home town.

"Mom, are you listening to everyone talk to Steve? They absolutely love him! Look at how the men shake his hand and pat his back and how the ladies hug him and cry," pointed out Gwen. "He's becoming a legend."

Half way through the dinner, Ted managed to get everyone's attention when he spoke to Chip. "You appear to have healed quite well. I've noticed that you've been hanging close to Kate and it occurs to me that I haven't taken the time to explain what's expected of a man that dates one of my daughters."

"Gwen! Lisa! Dad's giving Chip "The Talk'. I can't wait to see how Chip takes it," beamed Kate as Chip gave her father his full attention.

"I gave this talk to Steve and to Jason. I have to admit that I've added a few items to the list since I've seen how Steve and Jason conduct themselves, and how they treat my daughters.

"You will not use alcohol to excess, and you will never use drugs. You will always drive safely when Kate is with you. You will treat her as a lady and with respect at all times. You'll also be expected to extend that treatment to her sisters and mother. You will be prepared to risk, or even sacrifice, your life for any of the ladies in the family. You'll follow the excellent examples set by Jason and Steve. We've all learned a lot about what we should expect from men in this family by their actions. Does any of this seem unfair, or too much to ask?"

"Sir, I will do my very best to live up to your expectations. You have an amazing family and I'll treasure every minute I'm allowed to spend with all of you. You're being very reasonable and I'll do my best to follow the examples set by Jason and Steve. I tell you this without hesitation," finished Chip seriously. 

"Thanks, Dad!" gushed Kate as she went over and kissed her father's cheek. "You always take care of us girls. These guys know what's expected of them and they'll toe the line. They know how lucky they are."

Diane, Will, Stephanie, and little Billy joined the group as Kate finished speaking. "Sorry, we're late, but Stephanie's plane was delayed. Billy, sit down by your father while Stephanie and I hold your little cousin."

Stephanie beat her mother to the baby and was holding her and smiling down at her. After telling Lisa how beautiful the baby was, Stephanie dropped into Steve's lap and kissed his cheek.

"You've certainly grown up," observed Steve as he held the beautiful young woman. "I haven't seen much of you since you went away to college in Maine. You're still beautiful, maybe even more so than I remember."

"You always say the right things," replied Stephanie with a big smile. "I missed you and Gwen and everybody. I was so worried about you when you had that trouble in Colombia and it was even worse when they thought you had died in Iraq. That's when I realized just how much I loved you. My stupid job kept me from coming back home when Gwen brought you back from Iraq last summer. I only have a week of vacation and I'm using that at Christmas time.

"Would you come and dance with me," asked Steve as he lifted Stephanie from his lap and placed her on her feet.

"Here, while everyone's eating? Sure! I'll dance anytime and anyplace you want," agreed Stephanie. "You know how I love to dance with you."

Steve led her out to the main dining area and over to an area where there were no tables. Soft music always played in the restaurant when the TV's weren't on. Diners watched with interest as Steve took Stephanie in his arms and swayed to the music. 

"Steph, it's great seeing you again. I have an ulterior motive for asking you to dance with me. I don't know how much you enjoy your job, but we'd like to offer you a position with Lady in Red Productions. Since Gwen's been elected to Congress, Ashley's going to be running her office in D.C. Our company needs someone to replace her. You'd be doing us a favor if you'd accept the position. Will you consider it?" asked Steve.

"You're asking me to come back home to work for you? Do you think I can handle everything the job requires? I know that Ashley was extremely busy," replied Stephanie as she watched Steve for his reaction.

"Steph, you've got degrees in business and accounting. You're really smart. You work hard, and all of us trust you totally. You can learn the job. It'll be challenging, but you'll enjoy it. We'll pay you quite handsomely and have you in a profit sharing plan. You'll be doing us a big favor," insisted Steve as he pulled Stephanie closer as they danced.

"That's a pretty persuasive argument," admitted Stephanie. "I love when you call me 'Steph', by the way. But you're going to have to offer me more than that to lure me away from spending another winter in Maine."

"We haven't discussed pay, but we can. Tell me what you need and we'll probably agree to it. If it's hours, or vacation time, we're really flexible. We'll do anything within reason. What will it take?" asked Steve.

"Since you've asked," grinned Stephanie as she stopped dancing and smiled up at Steve. "You have to kiss me like you've never kissed me before. I want one nice kiss, and not like I'm a cousin or a teen girl, but like a man kisses a woman. And you have to do it right now, in front of all these people."

Steve grinned briefly before he pulled Stephanie closer and leaned down to kiss her. The diners in the room were watching the scene intently. Then someone noticed that Gwen, Paula and Diane were also watching from the doorway to the private dining room. Gwen's smile told everyone that she wasn't upset.

"I'd say that Steve and Stephanie are doing some serious negotiating," laughed Paula. "Stephanie's so much more self assured and mature than she was when she left for college. I'd hazard a guess that she's accepting Steve's offer right now. They're simply sealing the deal."

Stephanie finally released Steve and stepped back with a big smile. "That's how you negotiate a deal! When do I start? I'll give notice Monday. I'm really looking forward to working under you."

"Don't get carried away," warned Gwen as she came over and hugged Stephanie. "You'll be working for the company, and not under Steve. I have that position covered, thank you very much." 

"Now that we've brought on a capable replacement for Ashley, let's go see how little Billy's doing," suggested Steve as he headed back to the table. "That little boy of yours gets bigger and stronger every time I see him, Diane. He's going to be a heart breaker."

"Yes he will, just like his hero," agreed Diane. "He asks about you all of the time. I warned Lisa that you're going to want to watch her breastfeed her baby. It didn't seem to bother her at all."

"That's because we all saw how much you liked showing off in front of Steve when you were nursing," teased Stephanie. "I remember how embarrassing I thought it was at the time. Now I see the attraction. In fact, I think I'm the only woman in the family that hasn't shown Steve her boobs, yet. Now that I'm working under him, I'll have the opportunity to correct that oversight."

"Ashley, I'm getting your old job," announced Stephanie. "How did you like working directly under Steve? Was it hard?"

"Of course it was! It seemed like it was always hard. Did you ever sit on his lap in a hot tub?" asked Ashley with a devilish grin. "It doesn't get any harder than that!"

"I haven't... yet," replied Stephanie, "but you're telling me it's part of my job? I guess I'll have to whatever it takes to earn my pay."

"You've no idea," continued Ashley. "Most of the time, he won't let you even wear a top. It's surprisingly comfortable, even with everything so hard. His abs and pecs will rub against you whenever he moves. As beautiful as you are, I'm sure you'll find it very hard most of the time you're working near Steve." 

"Okay, I'll take the job, for sure! Will I have to pay the company to work under Steve?" joked Stephanie. "It sounds like my fantasy position."

"I'm sure it does! It can be quite demanding, but very fulfilling," responded Ashley as she winked at Steve.

"Okay! I don't think we can take one more double entendre," complained Gwen. "Stephanie has apparently agreed to work for our company and keep things running smoothly. She'll be our new go-to girl. She'll handle just about anything that comes up."

"I can't believe you just said that!" laughed Charlotte. "I thought Billy was bad, but the females in this group are even worse. Look at poor Steve. He's almost blushing."

"Don't worry, Steve. I'll handle everything that comes up just fine!" promised Stephanie.

"You realize that your father is sitting right here, don't you?" asked Diane as she glanced at Will and smiled. "I'd forgotten how much fun we have when we're together. I think Asgard will be a great place for this extended family to raise our kids and grandkids." 

"Speaking of which, we're having Thanksgiving at our place since it's finished and we're moving in this week," announced Lisa. "Everyone here is invited. Jordan and

Charlie will be moving into their place pretty soon and Mom and Dad should be in before the end of the year."

"When Valhalla is finished, we'll have the big holidays and celebrations there," added Jordan. "It's going to be so nice to have our own home with the neighbors all being family and friends. Steve had a great idea!"

The next week was a busy one for everyone. Gwen returned to medical school, where they had to work very hard to maintain their position in the class. Ashley threw herself into her new job. She interviewed dozens of applicants as she formed her staff. Becky lived in Washington at Ashley's request and assisted her in her efforts. Kate was attending law school at Georgetown, while Naomi and Steve spent long days working for their respective senators.

Evenings often found Steve having dinner with the four women, or any combination of thereof. Steve found himself looking forward to dining with his friends. It made the often tedious political maneuvering less boring. He enjoyed listening to the ladies describe their days and what sort of interesting things had occurred during the day.

Steve was enjoying a meal with all four women one evening when they were approached by a man with a slight limp. Steve knew at a glance that the man was former military by the way he carried himself.




Lady in Red Pt. 02 Ch. 12



"Sir, I'm sorry to bother you at dinner, but I.."

"Pete?" cried Becky as she quickly rose from her chair and hugged the young man."You're getting around a lot better. Would you join us for dinner?

"This is my sister Ashley, then there's Lieutenant Naomi Wilson, and Gwen's sister, Kate Anderson. This is Pete. Gwen and I met him at Walter Reed last summer when Jason was here recovering from the wounds he received in Colombia. I'm sorry, Pete, but I never heard your last name."

"It's Walker, Ma'am. I don't want to intrude on you during dinner. I had hoped to make an appointment to speak with Lieutenant Hammer, if I could," finished the young soldier.

Steve had been carefully observing the situation. It was obvious that the man limped, that he was a veteran and that Becky seemed to feel he was at least okay. 

"Let's make that appointment for right now and right here," stated Steve as he shook the man's hand. "Is it of a personal nature, or can we discuss the matter in front of the ladies?"

"If you'll listen to me right now, I'd be fine with the ladies listening in," replied the man named Pete as he took the seat next to a smiling Becky and across from Steve. I'll get right to the point so I don't waste much of your time."

"We'll place your order first," insisted Becky as she summoned a waiter. "Get this man the same order as Steve and a cold bottle of Bud and a frosty mug, please."

"Thanks, I wasn't expecting to eat with you folks. I know you're all busy and famous and must be bothered by people all of the time. You're being very good to me and I appreciate it," stated Pete.

"Maybe you haven't heard, but we treat our soldiers and veterans really well," interrupted Becky again. "Steve, Gwen, and Jordan have set the tone for all of us. We're proud to be Americans and appreciate our freedom and those that fight to keep it."

"Becky, why don't you let Pete tell Steve what he wants to ask?" prodded Ashley. "I'm sure Pete knows all about Steve Hammer. Let's find out a little more about Pete Walker."

"I lost a foot in Iraq. I've been rehabbing for a few months and I'm pretty well done with it," began Pete. "I've been looking for employment, but no one's been interested so far. Mom read on the internet that you're all staying at this hotel and she made me promise that I'd try to speak with you. She heard Becky and Ms. Anderson say that I should look them up if I needed a job. Mom thought you'd just up and hire me with no questions asked since it was Ms. Anderson that said it. I know it doesn't work that way, but I promised Mom and she'd never let me live it down if I didn't ask." 

"You're right," responded Steve. "It isn't quite that easy. What are you qualified to do? What's your education? What branch of the military were you in?"

"I have a degree in computer science, so the Army made me an MP. I guess it was because I was good with weapons and managed to keep a cool head, at least back then. I'd be willing to do about anything to get started, and to live almost anywhere. I joined the army because I was having trouble paying for college. I finished my degree while I was in the service. Like I said, I lost a foot in Iraq, so I'm a little slow moving around, but I can walk all day and stand for hours without trouble."

"You said you were good with weapons. Can you handle a hand gun? Do you have a permit, or is there any reason you wouldn't be able to get one?" asked Steve.

"I kept all of my paperwork up and have a concealed weapon permit in Vermont. I should be able to get one in any state. Are you thinking about some sort of guard job or something?" asked Pete.

"Yeah, I am. I want to start hiring security for the girls, I mean the ladies here. Ashley and Gwen are at the top of my list of concerns. I'm not too worried about Gwen at school, but when she's in Washington and not with me, I need to be sure that she's safe. Ashley will be working with her and I'm a little worried for her safety here in D.C. Do you think you'd be interested in taking on a job like that?" asked Steve.

"It makes me a little nervous, simply because of the responsibility, but I could do it. I wouldn't be as useful in hand-to-hand combat as I once was. I wrestled in high school and college and boxed a little when I joined the service," revealed Pete. "If you're serious, I'd be very interested."

"You think I need a body guard?" asked a surprised Ashley. "I've never felt I was in danger here. Have you heard something?"

"No, I haven't," admitted Steve. "But I worry about it a little. You're alone a lot, you're beautiful, have an influential position with a high profile congresswoman, and have the cutest little butt around. I think it's best to be proactive. It would be security and not a 'body guard'. This isn't a movie.

"So, Pete, if the salary is right, will you be interested in the position?" asked Steve. "You can start when you get a permit to carry here in D.C. and we run a background check on you that's satisfactory. We'll put you on the payroll tomorrow. On Monday, if everything checks out, you'll need to pick a room on the fifteenth floor here. We have the entire floor reserved and there are quite a few rooms to pick from.

"One other thing. You'll be assigned to keep Ashley safe, but if any of these ladies has a problem and you're in the area, consider it your job to help them out. I'd be extremely upset if harm came to any of them. You can understand my feelings there, can't you?"

"I sure can! These are the best looking women I've ever seen, and they've been really good to me. I won't let you, or them, down," promised Pete. "Thanks for giving me the opportunity to prove myself. You're even giving me a place to live! Mom's not going to believe this!"

"Are you kidding?" laughed Becky. "She knew Steve would give you a job when she heard Gwen suggest it months ago. Listen to your mother. She's a smart woman."

Not wanting to overstay his welcome, Pete gave Ashley his contact information, thanked Steve and the ladies for the great time, and then headed out. Becky was smiling as she watched him leave.

"Did you really want security for Ashley, or were you just trying to help the guy out?" asked Kate, who had been unusually quiet during the meal. "Do you think we all need security? Are we in danger?"

"I hired him because I think he'll do a good job. I'm worried about Ashley. I'll feel better if she has someone looking out for her. I also hired him because Becky vouched for him. I get the impression that she thinks he's a pretty good guy.

"I've already arranged for someone to keep an eye on you, Kate. He should be here by the weekend, and he's pretty good. You're a very wealthy woman now. You could be a target of all sorts of unsavory characters. I'd never forgive myself if something happened to you."

"You hired someone to watch over me without getting my opinion? That seems just a bit presumptuous to me. I should have been able to interview the guy, at the very least," insisted an annoyed Kate.

"Okay, do you want me to call Chip and tell him he's been fired already, or do I just tell him that you want to interview him?" asked Steve with a straight face. 

"Chip?" repeated Kate excitedly. "Chip's going to be my security? Why didn't you say so? I always feel really safe when he's around. That's a great idea!"

"He was bitching and moaning about how he couldn't be an active SEAL any longer with his leg not being 100%, so I suggested that we could use him to keep an eye on you. He immediately started feeling way better about getting a discharge from the Navy and working in the private sector."

"Are you telling me that you think Kate will be safe around Chip?" demanded Becky. "You're asking the fox to watch the hen house."

"No, I'm asking the SEAL to watch the stone cold fox," responded Steve with a straight face.

"You do realize that if Gwen hadn't found you first, you'd be the one keeping me warm and safe at night, don't you?" beamed Kate. "You say the nicest things sometimes."

The next afternoon, Steve left Senator Chatham's office a little earlier than usual. He knew Ashley's schedule and expected to meet up with her and Becky well before they reached the hotel. He was surprised when an arm slipped inside his and a soft voice asked, "Going my way, Sailor?"

"Becky? What are you doing over this way? I thought I'd catch you and Ashley walking home from the office," offered Steve as he gave Becky a big smile.

"Ashley went over to the senate chambers to get some information from an aide of Senator Wolf's. I did a little shopping. I'm meeting her at the corner in a few minutes, unless she's late," replied Becky.

As Becky and Steve approached the corner, they saw Ashley hurrying along the sidewalk, less than thirty yards from them. Suddenly, a black SUV screeched to a stop in the street near Ashley and two men jumped out. They left the passenger doors open as they quickly grabbed Ashley and tried to drag her into the van! Ashley struggled until one of the men jabbed her in the neck with a needle of some kind. She went limp immediately and one of the men scooped her up while the other held the door open.

"Son of a bitch!" screamed Becky as she launched herself forward to help her unconscious sister. Becky was quick, but Steve was already several steps in front of her. Before the man could place Ashley into the SUV, Steve grabbed the man's arm and spun him around. As the man turned, Steve's fist caught him flush on the chin. Steve deftly caught Ashley as the man crumbled to the sidewalk. 

The problem with that was that with Ashley in his arms, Steve was unable to protect himself from the second man. He staggered back as he absorbed several quick shots to his face. While still holding Ashley, Steve swung around as fast as the situation would allow. His heel caught his assailant in the knee and that man went down.

Steve quickly handed Ashley to Becky and turned to face the first man he had punched. The man was back on his feet and delivering blows to Steve's back and kidneys. Steve stepped back and turned to face the man, just as the man with the injured knee limped back into the fray.

It became immediately obvious to Steve that his opponents had some serious martial arts training. If they weren't stopped soon, they would batter him into unconsciousness. Even as he fought the two men, he processed the information and determined he was in a life or death conflict. Once he determined the severity of the situation, his right leg swung around and delivered a death dealing blow to the face of the attacker on his right. 

Steve was well aware of the outcome of the blow as he felt his foot strike the man. He felt the impact jar his leg and heard the snapping of ligaments and bone. That left one assailant and Steve turned to face him. He was taller than Steve and about the same weight. The two men exchanged blows with sickening force for a short time. Steve managed to stand the man up with a sharp left to the chin. Then he followed through with a right that he drove into the man's face. That man dropped to the sidewalk a couple feet from his fallen comrade.

Becky had been clutching Ashley as she watched the battle in horror. She feared for Steve when the two men ganged up on him. Then she saw Steve drive his foot into the face of the one man, and heard bones snap as they man went over backwards, hit the sidewalk, and remained still.

She watched in awe as Steve and the second man exchanged tremendous blows so rapidly she couldn't follow their movements. Suddenly, Steve hit the man twice in the face and he toppled over and landed near his cohort. That was when she noticed the driver race around the front of the vehicle. He saw Ashley in Becky's arms and pointed his gun at her! Becky dropped down to the sidewalk with Ashley and covered her limp form with her own body as a loud blast roared in her ears.



Lady in Red Pt. 02 Ch. 13



Steve stepped back and watched as the second assailant slowly dropped to the sidewalk. He landed not far from the man Steve had previously dispatched. As he wiped away drops of blood that had seeped into his eyes, Steve detected movement to his right. He turned to see a man emerge from in front of the SUV and point a hand gun at Ashley. Becky attempted to shield Ashley's body with her own!

It felt to Steve as if his heart had suddenly turned to ice. He was too far from the man to prevent him from shooting the two beautiful women. In a flash, the fear he felt for his two friends was replaced by a white hot anger. Even if he wasn't able to reach the man in time to prevent him from shooting Becky and Ashley, he was determined to extract the ultimate price from the cowardly bastard!

Just as the gunman squeezed the trigger, Steve saw someone crash into the would-be killer. It was instantly apparent that the shot had failed to find the intended target. The two girls were unharmed! Even as he hurried to help subdue the armed man, another shot rang out. The two men stopped struggling. Slowly, the gunman slid to the pavement while the second man leaned against the front of the SUV, trying to catch his breath as he tucked the gun into his waistband.

Becky heard the first shot, and even felt the concussion from the blast. Then she heard a struggle almost directly above her. Looking up, she actually saw the second shot fired, but it was directed toward the chest of her attacker. The man collapsed almost peacefully to the sidewalk to lie a few feet from her. Becky looked up again to the see the second man leaning against the SUV. He was breathing hard and shaking slightly.

"Pete! You saved our lives!" sobbed Becky as she pulled Ashley around so her head was in Becky's lap. Then she began to cry in earnest.

Steve quickly regained control of his emotions once he realized Ashley and Becky were not harmed. He wiped the blood from his eye again and then knelt down by the sisters. He felt Ashley's carotid and determined her pulse was strong. He gently slid his arms under her and stood with the woman cradled against his chest.

Several sirens wailed as police cars began screeching to a stop near the SUV. Officers approached with guns drawn. Pete quickly raised his hands in the air while Steve spoke to the police when they drew close.

"I'm taking this woman inside this shop. I fear for her safety here in the street. These three men just drugged her, attempted to abduct her, and when that failed, tried to kill her. I'd suggest you cuff the guy near the meter, since he's unconscious, but alive. The other two are dead."

With that, Steve turned and carried Ashley into an upscale dress shop while several cops followed with drawn guns. He found a chair and sat in it, still holding the unconscious Ashley gently in his arms.

"When the ambulances get here, you need to have some men ride with that guy, and have a few cars follow it. They'll try to either remove him from custody, or if that fails, kill him. They'll try the same with the woman in my arms."

"Who are 'they '? Why would they want to kill this woman?" demanded a smartly dressed lady as she strode purposefully through the door, holding her badge up for Steve to read. "I need to know what's going on here, and I need to know right now!"

By this time, more policemen were guiding a much shaken Becky and a wan looking Pete into the shop. Becky moved close to Steve and brushed some hair from Ashley's face.

"Look at that SUV. It's got 'Agency' written all over it. Those guys were skilled in hand to hand combat, and they were armed. You're dealing with the CIA here," responded Steve calmly. "For some reason, they decided Ashley had to be silenced. When you run a check on those dead guys, as well as the one still alive, you'll find they're accountants, teachers, software developers, or have some other innocuous occupation. That is if the bodies aren't stolen, or removed from your possession before they can be identified."

"The CIA? They have no jurisdiction here and they certainly don't attack U.S. citizens," replied the lady detective. "Who the hell are you? Who's this woman they're supposedly trying to kill?"

"He's Steve Hammer," responded a patrolman. "He was turned over to a terrorist group in Iraq and abandoned by the CIA. He had to ..."

"Okay! I know who the hell Steve Hammer is, and what he's done. I just didn't recognize him. I wouldn't expect a famous, wealthy man like him to be involved in a street battle like this."

The lady detective stopped to consider the situation for a few seconds. Then she began issuing orders. "Sergeant, when that injured man is taken to the hospital, I want two squad cars to follow, and then have a two man guard unit placed in his room. No visitors until further notice. They're loading him now, so get moving!"

The sergeant quickly left the shop and spoke to other policemen standing outside. Soon they climbed into two squad cars and followed the ambulance down the street. Almost immediately, another ambulance pulled up to the curb and the crew hurried into the shop with a gurney.

Steve had been considering the situation as he held the unconscious Ashley. "I'd like to make another suggestion, if I could. The lady officer over there is blonde and about Ashley's height. Load her on the gurney and have her ride to the hospital in the ambulance. She already has a vest on. Place a shotgun under the sheet with her. Have another officer switch uniforms with the male attendant. Then send them on their way, but have them ready for fireworks. I'd suggest you bring in some unmarked cars and maybe a chopper to follow at a distance."

"You're really into this conspiracy theory, aren't you? You're suggesting that the CIA will make another attempt to kill this woman? That they'd attack an ambulance on the streets of the nation's capital? Are you nuts?" demanded the skeptical detective.

"Possibly," responded Steve calmly. "But I won't allow Ashley to be transported to the hospital by ambulance. Just as the police began to arrive on scene, I saw two black SUV's drive slowly past. They're in damage control now. It's possible that you'll catch them by surprise if they do stop the ambulance and your officers are ready for them. If I'm wrong, you can pick your people up at the hospital. If I'm right, you'll get a promotion and be interviewed on every news organization in the world."

"Okay, let's do it! Brooke, take Fred's shotgun and get on that gurney," ordered the female detective. "Fred, you switch jackets with this paramedic. It's long enough to cover your handgun. Ambushing unconscious women in ambulances won't be tolerated in this city! I'll replace this attendant. Don't be afraid to use your weapons if we're stopped!"

The detective quickly switched jackets with the female member of the crew and issued last minute instructions to Steve. "Here are the keys to my personal car. It's the red Ford Explorer parked down the street. Use it to get your friend to a hospital. These two paramedics will go with you. It looks like you could use a few stitches. I've got your phone number and I'll arrange to get my car from you later. I'll also be interviewing all of you as soon as possible. Here's my card. Let me know when you're out of the hospital. Good Luck."

With those words, the detective and her officers rolled the gurney out the door and quickly loaded it into the ambulance. It left the scene less than a minute later. Steve noticed that Ashley was beginning to groan and move around in his arms.

"Okay, let's get Ashley to a hospital. I think she's starting to come out of it. I want her blood tested before the drugs leave her system. Pete, would you pull the car around to this side door. We'll go to a different hospital a little farther away and try to carry her in unnoticed. 

Twenty minutes later, a paramedic had one of Ashley's arms over his shoulder while Steve held the other. Ashley was moaning more frequently and moving her head slightly. Any casual observer would think that she was intoxicated. Steve was obviously injured since he had blood streaks trailing down his face, along with numerous lumps and contusions. Steve had insisted that Pete remain close to Becky and be prepared for any eventuality. 

Once inside the hospital, Steve demanded that he and Becky be present while Ashley was examined. Being famous had its advantages, as the doctor reluctantly agreed. It helped when Becky insisted that her sister would be more then fine with it, and that an attempt had been made on her life. She briefly explained that Steve had suffered his injuries while protecting Ashley, and he would continue to do so with extreme prejudice.

Blood was drawn from Ashley's arm. Then she was examined for any other potential injury, but none was found. While they waited for lab results, the doctor was able to examine Steve. By the time the lab results came back, Steve had four stitches and a bandage over his right eye.

While Steve was being stitched, Ashley had begun to look around with a dazed expression. She was beginning to move her hands to her head, but was unable to make any sense when she tried to speak. 

"Now that we know what she was given, I'm confident that she'll be fine," predicted the doctor as he read the lab report. "The drug should have no lingering effects and recovery is surprisingly quick once it begins. She should be speaking coherently in fifteen minutes or less. I'll see that the D.C. police receive a copy of the lab results, as per your request, Mr. Hammer."

Ashley was able to talk coherently a short time later. She insisted that Steve and Becky go into the small bathroom with her so she could tell them what happened in private.

"I went to get some contact information and some forms from Senator Bryce's office. I had to walk past Senator Kane's office to get there. I glanced in as I went by the door. I saw Mark Neary talking to a female aide of the Senator Kane's! He had longer, reddish hair and a mustache, but I know it was him! He looked up and our eyes met. I knew immediately that he realized that I had recognized him. I turned and hurried out of the building. I practically ran down the sidewalk trying to find you, Steve. Then those men jumped out of the black car and grabbed me. I tried to get away and that's all I remember. 

"I see your face is bloody and banged up. You fought those men! You saved me from being killed or abducted, didn't you?" gasped Ashley as she wrapped her arms around Steve and hugged him as she sobbed into his blood stained shirt.

"It's going to be okay," promised Steve as he rubbed Ashley's back gently. "They apparently wanted to shut you up before you could reveal Mark's location and identity, but once it gets out, they'll have no reason come after you. It won't be a secret anymore. Let's find Pete, and if the doctors agree, get out of here."

They found Pete in the waiting room. "All hell's broken loose! It's all over the news. They have the story about those guys attacking Ashley, but there's a lot more. The second ambulance was stopped two blocks from the hospital by two black SUV's. One pulled in front and stopped, while the other parked right behind it in the street. Two guys opened the back door of the ambulance with guns drawn! They were shot to death by D.C. police, who had replaced the patient and ambulance crew out of concern for another attack on the woman's life. 

"Then a police car rammed the SUV that stopped in front of the ambulance. The two men in it were slightly injured and were apprehended by the cops before they could escape. They reported that no one knows where Steve Hammer or his friends are at this time."

"We'll remedy that right away," predicted Steve as he pulled his phone and hit a programmed number. "Amber? Are you available? Ashley and I'd like to meet with you and do a quick interview. I thought that would get your attention. We can be there in less than ten minutes."

Fifteen minutes later, Steve and his three friends were being interviewed by Amber Stahl. Ashley explained in detail exactly what she had seen and how she had been accosted a short time later. Then Steve and Becky explained their role in the scuffle. Finally Pete was brought in to describe his part in the fray.

"It should be noted that Pete has recently been hired by our company as security for Ashley and Becky," added Steve. "I can't express how much I appreciate his quick and decisive actions in protecting these two women. He's a wounded veteran, and a man you can trust to have your back in a tight situation. He'll be getting a raise and a bonus!"

"And a new foot," quipped Becky. "Pete lost a foot while on active duty in Iraq. He has a prosthetic foot, and it was struck by the bullet that was intended for my sister and me. He showed the foot to us on the ride to the hospital. Now I call him 'Leadfoot', and he's fine with it," joked Becky. 

Soon the interview was completed and Amber promised to broadcast it as soon as possible. She thought it was important enough to break into regular evening programming, but that was a decision for the network.

It was pushing eight o'clock by the time the group returned to the hotel. Naomi and Kate were all over them as soon as they entered the building. Kate started right in. "We just saw you guys on a special news bulletin. Ashley was almost abducted and Steve and Pete saved Becky and Ashley! She saw that Mark Neary? He's hanging around an aide for Senator Kane, the chairman of the Senate Appropriations committee? There was also an attack on an ambulance that was supposed to be carrying Ashley. Two more men were killed and two captured. The rumor mill has the CIA behind all of this. Is it true?"

"Let's get everyone upstairs where it's safer and a lot more private," insisted Naomi. "We've been worried sick. Why do you all have your phones turned off?"

"We were supposed to turn them off in the hospital and we forgot to turn them back on," admitted Becky. "This has been a hell of a day. I'd better call Mom! She must be real worried!"

"Not to mention, Gwen, Mom, Lisa, Jordan, Stephanie, and others too numerous to mention," added Kate. "I promised Gwen that I'd call her as soon as I heard from you, Steve. I think you'd better call her right now. I'll show Pete his room, so don't worry about that. Just call Gwen and get cleaned up."

Steve turned his phone on and called Gwen as soon as he closed the door to his suite. She answered on the first ring. "Steve? Are you okay? How are Ashley and Becky? I want you to get out your laptop and Skype me. I want to see you when we talk. Do it right now, please!"

Steve hung up the phone and booted his laptop. Soon he had Gwen on his screen. "Look at you! That must have been some struggle. Your face is swollen and your shirt's bloody. Are there stitches under that bandage?" asked Gwen as she looked at Steve's face. 

Steve began to undress as he responded to Gwen's questions. Soon he was totally naked. He carried the laptop with him as he moved into the bathroom and turned on the jets for the hot tub. He was glad that Gwen had insisted that they reserve one of the two suites that had a big hot tub. It faced a window that featured a panoramic view of Washington. He placed the device on a wide ledge by the tub and climbed in. As he did so, he heard some giggles coming from his computer.

"I'm sorry, Steve. I should have told you that Charlotte and a couple of friends are here trying to help me cope with the situation. I was very worried when I heard the first news reports that Ashley had been attacked, and that you had fought off her assailants only to hear that the ambulance she was supposed to be in was ambushed. No one knew where you and the girls were.

"It was only a few minutes ago that Amber Stahl came on TV and showed your interview. That was a great idea. With Mark's identity exposed, there's no reason for anyone to try to kill Ashley. It's too late for them to stop her from talking. I can't believe that Mark was mixed up in all of this," concluded Gwen.

"It's very upsetting for me," agreed Steve. "I even told Ashley that I thought he was a good guy. I was wrong, almost dead wrong. I feel pretty bad about that. When that guy pointed his gun at Becky and Ashley as they lay on the sidewalk, I think my heart stopped. I can't begin to express how horrible I felt. Thank God Pete was in the area. He was the difference."

Steve and Gwen discussed the day's events for another ten minutes before Kate called from the living area. "Steve! There's a Detective Hart with me. She insists that she be allowed to talk to you right now. I knocked and you didn't answer, so I let her in with me. Are you decent?"

Steve groaned as he remembered that he had promised to speak with the detective. "No, but show her in anyway. I'm in the hot tub, soaking my bruises. If that bothers her, tell her to come back tomorrow."

"Don't worry about me," grinned Detective Hart as she strode into the room with Kate following. "I grew up with three brothers and we only had one bathroom. I've seen it all. Sadly, I only have a recorder and not a camera. There won't be any video."

The detective smiled as she pulled a chair over close to the tub, sat down, and dug out a recorder and placed it on the ledge near Steve's laptop. "You probably heard that the ambulance was stopped by four gunmen a couple blocks from the hospital. Because I followed your suggestions, I came out looking pretty damn good."

"I'm not surprised," grinned Steve. "You look pretty good from here."

"I'll take that as a compliment, especially coming from Steve Hammer, and even more especially a naked Steve Hammer. Everyone knows that you're always surrounded by beautiful women. By that's not why I'm here. Let's get started."

Before the detective could ask her first question, Ashley came into the room. "I'm sorry to bother everyone, but I'm more than a little nervous. Can I stay here with you for a while, Steve? I'll be quiet."

Detective Hart wasn't surprised to see Steve nod in agreement. She was stunned, however, when Ashley dropped her robe to reveal her nude body. She quickly stepped into the tub and sat down as close to Steve as she could get. She picked his arm up, scooted under it, and then placed it over her shoulder as Kate gave a subdued chuckle. Ashley them leaned her head against Steve's chest with her breasts against his abdomen and sighed.

"Okay," began Detective Hart. "This interview is being recorded. I want each of you to tell me what happened and I'll ask questions once you've finished your narrative. I understand that Miss Summers' sister was also present. I'll have to interview her later.

"I'm right here. I'll tell my story when you need it," interjected Becky as she walked over to the tub and looked down at Steve and her sister with a smile. "I guess I might as well get comfortable."

With those words, Becky pulled her top over her head to reveal her perfectly formed breasts. Then she slid her jeans down over her tight, toned ass and stepped out of them. She stepped into the tub and took a position on the other side of Steve from Ashley. Now Steve had his arms around both sisters as they leaned into him with their breasts pressed against his stomach. 

"This is getting a little strange," complained the detective. "I don't usually interview naked people. I especially don't interview people preparing to have sex. I think I'll have to ask you to get dressed. It's a very well known fact that you and Gwen Anderson are a couple. Does she know that you have sex with these ladies? In fact, her sister is in the room. Aren't you concerned that she'll tell her sister about your activities?

"You need to understand several things, Detective," responded Steve calmly. "I will not be having sex with any of these ladies. I am totally dedicated and loyal to Gwen. That does not stop me from loving other women, but it will never be a physical love. We all understand it. That's one reason these girls feel so safe for with me.




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"Secondly, Gwen is listening and watching everything we do and say. She's on Skype right now. She can see Ashley and Becky and they both know it. We don't sneak around or cheat. 

"Thirdly, I'm sore and tired. I'm not going anywhere and I hope Ashley and Becky aren't either. If you want to ask us questions, go right ahead. If this arrangement doesn't suit you, we'll stop in at the police station tomorrow or the next day."

"Gwen Anderson is listening and watching this? Ms. Anderson, are you able to hear me?" asked the detective as she faced the laptop.

"Yes, Detective, I can hear and see you. Steve and I were having a conversation when Kate brought you into the room. I appreciate your concern over Steve's fidelity, but Kate is my sister and Ashley and Becky are almost sisters as far as we're concerned. They will not betray me, nor will Steve. Steve is sore and bruised from fighting those men today. He needs to relax.

"Ashley and Becky have had a very traumatic experience and being with Steve helps them feel safe and loved. They deserve to feel that way. I'd suggest that you ask your questions right now because Steve's a very busy man and may not have time for you tomorrow," finished Gwen.

Detective Hart concealed any surprise she may have experienced and began to question the three as they relaxed in the tub. After a full hour of questioning, she determined that she had gotten all of the information she could and packed up her recorder.

"Thanks for being so open and honest with your responses. Your suggestion to use decoys on the ambulance paid off for the department, and for me personally. My superiors were very impressed with my quick thinking. I explained that it was your suggestion, but they gave me credit for listening to you and making the correct decision. This is the biggest case I've ever worked and your help and cooperation has really made it a lot easier. Thanks for that, Mr. Hammer, and both Ms. Summers. I'll be in touch."

As soon as the detective left, Ashley spoke to Gwen. "Would it be okay if I spent the night with Steve? I could sleep on the sofa. I'm feeling nervous and scared. Having Steve near makes me feel a lot better."

"That's understandable, but it's also pushing my tolerance a little," admitted Gwen. "How about if both you and Becky sleep with Steve, but with pajamas on? You can chaperone each other. The bed's big enough for all of you, but no funny business, okay?" 

"Thanks, Gwen! I think Becky will be happy to go along with that! You're the best friend and boss a person could ever have. I promise we won't do anything we wouldn't do in front of you. We won't even tease the guy, very much. He saved me today. Mom will be thrilled when I tell her that Becky and I are spending the night with him. As far as she's concerned, he's the best thing ever. I guess Becky and I feel the same way."

Steve listened to the whole conversation before shaking his head and stepping out of the tub. He took a long hot shower and then made his way to bed, wearing a pair of boxers. He noticed the laptop was perched on a nightstand facing the bed. He sat down and gazed at the screen. Gwen was sitting on a couch with Charlotte and two other girls.

"Steve, I trust you to help Ashley through a tough time, but be careful. She loved you before this and now that you've saved her life, she'll do anything for you. I'm so glad that you were there when she needed you. Maybe this will bring the entire mess with the CIA to a head. I imagine our faux Mark Neary is being questioned pretty closely, as well as the men captured when they stopped the ambulance. Get some sleep and we'll talk tomorrow. Remember that I love you, especially when those blondes are snuggling up to you tonight."

Steve was asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. Sometime later he felt the bed move, and then two arms rubbed his chest gently before he once again fell into a deep sleep.

Steve had always been an early riser, so he was surprised when he opened his eyes to see the sun beginning to make an appearance in the eastern sky. He stated to sit up when he realized he wasn't alone. Ashley was lying against his left side. She was awake and tracing the bruises on his chest and face with her fingers. She was topless and her beautiful breasts were pressed against him. She smiled when she saw him looking at her.

Steve turned his head to see Becky watching him. She was also smiling and topless. Her breasts were every bit as perfect as her sisters and she had them pushed tightly against his side.

"We promised to wear pajamas, and we are," pointed out Ashley as she showed Steve her bottoms. "You have so many bruises and welts from your fight with those two men. Becky told me how hard they hit you and how you put them both down. You're the best guy I've ever known. I appreciate all the things that you and Gwen have done for me, and for Becky. I'd never do anything to harm your relationship with Gwen, but you've got to know that I love you. Would it be better if I left and went back to teaching? I don't want to make you uncomfortable around me."

Steve looked from one girl to the other before her responded. "Do I Look uncomfortable? We need you, Ashley. Gwen and I both love and respect you. I was wrong about Mark, and I feel terrible about that, but you'll find a guy that'll make you forget me. He'll be something special. You can bet on that. 

"You're two of the most beautiful women I've ever seen and I could stay here with you all day, but we all know that wouldn't be a good idea. You girls need to get back to your rooms and get ready for the day. I just hope Billy never finds out that I was in bed with you girls and that I actually asked you to leave and get dressed. My reputation will be ruined."

"Actually, you just improved it," laughed Becky. "You know we'll tell Gwen everything. She'll be very happy with your decision. I think you'll get very lucky next time you see her. Thanks for helping us feel safe last night.

"We'll be sure to have Pete stay with us today," continued Becky. "He sure came through yesterday, didn't he? He seems to be over the bitterness he was feeling when I first met him. He was very brave yesterday. You sure knew what you were doing when you hired him."

"I knew that you felt he was a good guy, so I decided to take a chance on him. He has all the credentials, and yesterday he demonstrated traits that you can't put in a résumé," conceded Steve. "Besides, he looked like he's a little sweet on you, not that anyone can blame him. If you're not interested in him, let him know before he falls head over heels, if he hasn't already."

"You think he likes me?" asked Becky. "You didn't hear about our first meeting, did you? We called each other all kinds of bad things. I'm surprised he came around looking for a job after the way I treated him. He was good to his mom, though, and that's always a good trait in a man." 

"I can't believe you two are talking about a guy that likes Becky while she's lying half naked in your bed. He may not understand the dynamics in our group and if he learns you slept with Steve, your romance may be over before it starts," cautioned Ashley. "Most men feel intimidated by Steve, especially those that have suffered blows to their self esteem."

"Well you should have worried about that before you got all naked and cuddly with my future brother," observed Kate from the doorway. "Naomi and Pete are in the other room waiting for you guys. I ordered a huge breakfast for all of us and it's getting cold. You didn't eat anything last night, so you must be starved. I would have joined you girls in the tub with Steve, but I won't do anything to upset Chip. I have to be sure how he understands everything before I let him know how I feel about Steve." 

"Talk about being a little late!" laughed Becky. "Chip would have to be blind and stupid to have not picked up on how you feel about Steve. We all know that he's neither. The thing about Steve and Chip is that they love each other, in a manly way, of course. I doubt they'd ever get jealous of each other. It's like Jordan and Gwen. They love and respect each other far too much to ever let envy be an issue." 

Pete and Naomi were quietly chatting when Ashley and Becky emerged from Steve's bedroom. They had put their pajama tops on, but it was obvious they had spent the night with Steve.

Becky smiled at Pete, but he quickly looked away. Becky was surprised at how much Pete's reaction bothered her. Everyone visited for a few minutes more before Steve joined them. He had showered and donned a robe over his boxers. As Steve took his seat he noticed Pete's attitude was less than upbeat.

"Pete, you look like the cat shit in your oatmeal," began Steve as he looked across the table at his newest employee. "You're pissed because you saw Becky come out of my bedroom. You know she spent the night."

"What you and Ms. Summers do is none of my business," responded Pete curtly. "I'm just a hired hand. I know my place."

"You're right that it's none of your business, except that I want you to protect these women, and I worry about the job you'll do if you have a bug up your ass. I don't usually explain myself, or my friends to anyone, but I'm making an exception. You came through big time yesterday and I'm in your debt.

"Becky and I did not have sex. We've never had sex. We will never be having sex. I am totally monogamous, as is Gwen. I want you to understand that. These women are ladies, and they're precious. Don't ever think otherwise. You came through yesterday, and you deserve consideration for that. If you're going to work with us, you'll have to overcome any jealousy issues you might have. You'll see a great deal of affection between most of us, but you will not see infidelity. It simply does not happen. Are we clear on this?" demanded Steve as he looked directly into Pete's eyes.

"Yes, sir. I understand, but you didn't have to explain anything to me. I hardly know Becky, uh, Ms. Summers. She certainly doesn't answer to me," replied Pete.

"That's why I'm telling you this. Becky vouched for you. She's never done that before. She's never asked me for any sort of favor, or consideration. Read into that what you will. But understand this; I do love her, but I'm 'in love' with Gwen. She's the one for me. Now, do you think you can give your full attention to keeping these ladies safe?"

"Yes! I'll do everything I possibly can, but I don't have my permit to carry yet, so I'll have to accompany them unarmed. After killing that man yesterday, it may be difficult for me to get a permit here. I can still offer some protection, but it would be better if I could carry," replied Pete as he glanced at a blushing Becky. 

"Thank you, Ms. Summers for the recommendation. You have more influence with Mr. Hammer and Ms. Anderson than I had realized. I'll always do my best to keep you and your sister safe."

"I don't even know who you're talking to when you use the 'Miss' stuff. I'm Becky, my sister is Ashley, and Steve is Steve. Don't give him a big head by calling him 'Mister Hammer'. He's intolerable already." 

"I'll see if I can pull any strings. I know a future congresswoman quite well and a few senators, but I'm thinking it might be better to speak to Detective Hart. She seemed to have a firm grasp on reality," observed Steve.

"That, and the fact that she's female, should make a difference," laughed Kate. "All you have to do is give her that big smile and blink your eyes a few times and she'll get Pete permission to carry a rocket launcher if you ask."

"She's the detective that interviewed me," revealed Pete. "She seemed pretty fair. She's been all over the news this morning. The city police arrested three more CIA agents last night, while at least five more got away. The FBI went to the CIA office of the man in charge of their Weapons Intelligence Non-Proliferation and Arms Control Center late last night. They were just outside his office when they heard a shot. He blew his brains out before he could be arrested."

"Wow! That all happened last night?" wondered Ashley. "What does it all mean? Why was the CIA after me, or us, or whoever they were after? Will they still be trying to kill me, or Steve?" 

"Let's make some calls and see what the police think, as well as the government," reasoned Steve. "I have Hart's card. I'll call her right now."

A short time later, Steve disconnected his phone and spoke to his friends. "She'll expedite Pete getting a permit to carry. She just needs you to stop in at the station, fill out some forms, answer a million questions, and get fingerprinted. We'll send her proof of your employment. You should have a permit by noon. The company happens to have some legal handguns you can choose from. 

"I want Ashley and Becky to stay in the hotel today, just to be on the safe side. I want Pete to apply for his permit and get back here to keep an eye on your girls. I'll put Kate in a cab. Naomi will be riding with me since we're both going to the Senate Building. I'll talk with Senator Chatham and see what she knows about this situation. I think it's probably run its course. The guys that got away shouldn't be after us. They work for money, not loyalty to country, or family."

When Steve left the hotel with Kate and Naomi, there was a large crush of reporters gathered to ask questions. Steve declined to comment, stating that he needed to find out what had transpired overnight before he would speculate on anything.

A short time later, he was in Senator Chatham's office. "Young Man, you're a sight. I'm supposed to have a dashing, handsome Naval Officer as an attaché, not some marked up pugilist. That incident yesterday opened a can of worms, and the worms were in the CIA. President Hanson is meeting with his top aides and the Director of the CIA this morning. You can bet he'll be chewing out the Director. The CIA is supposed to defend and protect Americans, not try to kill them.

"By the time this all shakes out, we'll probably have a new Director, as well as deputies over at Langley," predicted Senator Chatham. "I'd prefer you forgo any more statements or interviews with the press until the situation has stabilized. We've just made plans to travel to Hungary in early January, for a small economic summit. Your presence has been requested, so don't try to get out of it. You'll have a few weeks off for Christmas, and then it's back to work." 

When Steve got back to the hotel that evening, Chip was waiting for him. "I'm glad you decided to get some security for these ladies. It looks like the CIA was behind the snafu in Iraq, just like you thought. Why is it that every time I see you, your ugly mug has bruises, contusions, and cuts? I don't know what Gwen sees in you."

"Kate wasn't too happy when I explained that you were her security," lied Steve smoothly. "She said she could kick your ass on your best day. She knows you're almost totally worthless with guns, knives, or fists."

"I never said that!" exclaimed Kate as she approached the pair. "Chip, it's so good to see you. Steve says you'll have to stay very close to keep me safe. I told Mom that you're coming home with me for Thanksgiving, and that you'd be staying in my room. She said she'd talk to Dad about it."

"Uh-oh. How do you think your father will take it?" asked a concerned Chip.

"Gwen always wondered why Steve was so worried about Dad and how he felt about her sleeping with him. Now I see you're the same way. You're bigger and stronger than Dad. Why are you nervous?"

"Kate, your father is the head of the family. If he tells me to leave his home, I will. If he tells me to sleep in the garage, I will. He's earned my respect. I won't go against him. Size and strength have nothing to do with it. I don't care how big the guys are that take out our daughters. They'll obey my rules or they'll be sent down the road so fast their heads will swim," stated Chip firmly.

"We're having daughters? Does that mean you've patched things up with your father? You know that was one of the things you had to do to convince me to have your babies," laughed Kate.

"I've spoken to him. He's still stubborn and narrow minded, but I'm working on it. He'll see things my way before too long," responded Chip.

"That's great. I can't wait to meet him when he and your mother come to Sparta for Thanksgiving. I know you and your dad will get along splendidly," grinned Kate.

Steve and the girls, along with Chip and Pete, returned to Sparta Tuesday evening. Steve was staying with Jason and Lisa in their new house, while the rest of the group was staying with Paula in her old house, since her new home next to Lisa's was not quite finished. Paula stopped in at Lisa's to find Steve sitting next to her as she nursed her baby.

"Is this okay with you, Lisa?" asked Paula. "I can make this guy leave the room."

"Honestly, I like to have Steve watch. It helps me relax even more. I can see why Aunt Diane was so open about it. Jason knows all about it and was even teasing Steve about being a pervert. It would've stung more if Jason wasn't just as bad. Wait until Gwen has a baby. Every guy in the community will be watching her breastfeed, if they get the chance," predicted Lisa. 

"In my day, it was a much more private matter," admitted Paula as she took a seat across from Lisa. "I was embarrassed when Ted watched me nurse you. It took a few weeks to get over that. I certainly couldn't have let Steve watch."

"I wasn't even born then, so you're right. But I'm serving notice that if you have a baby, I'm going to be right next to you when you breastfeed it," promised Steve.

"If I have a baby, you can watch all you want," agreed Paula with a laugh. "That simply won't happen. Besides, it wouldn't be like watching Lisa. I'm a lot older and gravity is having more effect every year."

"I think you're fishing for a compliment now," suggested Steve. "What do you think, Lisa? Is your mother trying to coax me into saying something nice about her feminine charms?"

"It sure sounds like it," admitted Lisa as she switched her baby to the other breast. "You don't need a reason to show off in front of Steve. We all know how you feel about the guy."

"I'm not sure what you think, but I'm certainly not going to be showing anything off to him, or anyone else," insisted Paula. "I'm a married woman."

"So am I, Mom, and look at me. I have both breasts out and I'm feeding my daughter. Jason's in the garage, trying to get his new turkey fryer figured out. He might walk in any minute and Steve and I aren't worried a bit," pointed out Lisa. "Jason knows neither of us would ever betray him. Seeing my boobs isn't like having sex with me. Steve seems to enjoy it, I know I enjoy it, and as odd as it sounds, it makes Jason extra horny. Maybe you should try it, just to see how Dad reacts."

"Listen to Lisa. She's wise beyond her years," offered Steve with a straight face. "I do have something I'd like to tell you in private. Would you step into the kitchen with me, Paula?" asked Steve.

Paula nodded and walked into the kitchen ahead of Steve. "I think about Uncle Joe a lot this time of year. It was Thanksgiving break of my third year at the Academy when I came home to find him so ill. You remember how he died the day after Thanksgiving and how badly I took it?

"I never told you how much it meant to me that you took over and made all of the arrangements. Everyone supported me, but you were amazing. Today, when I was thinking about that Thanksgiving, I realized that I never made the effort to express my gratitude. I acted like it was expected, and not like you helped me when I was totally lost.

"You're a very special woman; intelligent, kind, giving, yet forceful. You're beautiful, but modest and you've raised the most amazing, gorgeous daughters on the planet," praised Steve. "You need to know that I see what you are and what you do for your family. I admire and respect you. I see a lot of you in Gwen, and I'll always do everything in my power to see that you, your daughters, and grandchildren are always safe and loved."




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Paula was surprised by the intensity and sincerity shown by Steve. She stepped close and wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tightly as tears trickled down her cheeks. 

"This is my mother, Paula, hugging my boyfriend, Steve," came a voice from the doorway. "You seldom find a mother that approves of her daughter's boyfriend more than Mom does, even when his face is all kinds of colors and he has more stitches than Frankenstein."

Steve turned his head to see a smiling Gwen in the doorway with a woman he had never met before. He was caught off guard when Paula looked up and kissed him hard on the lips.

"Your mother has a lot of good reasons for approving of your boyfriend," replied Paula as she released Steve and turned to face Gwen. "Do you have a problem with that?"

"Not at all, Mom," responded a surprised Gwen. "You're always trying to act like you don't think Steve's the sexiest man alive. What's changed? This is Mandy. She didn't have any place to go for the holiday, so I invited her to come home with me. Imagine how embarrassing it is for her to find my mother in my boyfriend's arms. She's probably scandalized."

"Actually, I think it's great that your mother is so beautiful and that she's so fond of your boyfriend. But then, he's Steve Hammer. My mom would be in his arms in a flash if she had the chance," chuckled Mandy. "I hope I'm not intruding, but when Gwen invited me, I couldn't refuse. I'm spending Thanksgiving with the Andersons and Steve Hammer, along with Jordan Quick and Charlie Burns! I'll have something cool to tell my grandkids, which, by the way, will also be Steve's grandkids if I have anything to say about it."

"You should wait for a proper introduction before you start any babies with the guy," replied Gwen sarcastically. "Mandy's in my class at med school. She's really smart. She helps Charlotte and me with our studies quite a lot."

"She was with you the night I climbed into the hot tub while I was talking to you on Skype, wasn't she?" asked Steve as he recalled that evening. "I recognize that laugh. She was laughing at me!"

"It wasn't anything that I saw! I can promise that," responded Mandy quickly. "Remember that I'm studying to be a doctor and know a superior specimen when I see one. I was laughing at the surprised look on Donna's face. For a med student, she seemed quite flustered."

"Donna was there with us," added Gwen. "She did seem to be a little flushed when you climbed into the tub. Are you going to greet me a little more warmly? Mom didn't make you forget about me, did she?"

"If anyone could, it would be your mom, or your sisters," responded Steve as he swept Gwen into his arms and kissed her passionately. 

"It was a long flight. Maybe you and Steve need a little nap, or something, to get refreshed," suggested Mandy as she watched Steve and Gwen interact. "No one would blame you. Quite the opposite."

"That's a great idea, but I'm a better hostess than that," assured Gwen. "I thought we'd all go down to Marsh's Landing and get a nice dinner. I called Kate and she's getting everyone at Mom's place ready to go. Jordan and Charlie will be there, too. Let's go eat." 

Mandy had never seen anything like it. Gwen and Steve were greeted with hugs and good humored kidding by the other diners, but she also noticed a certain reverence everyone held for the couple. The pride the patrons of the restaurant felt in being recognized and addressed by Steve and Gwen was quite apparent. Sparta belonged to the power couple. Mandy had no doubt of that.

She had become rather good friends with Gwen and had been extremely proud of that fact, but she was just beginning to see the charisma the couple seemed to radiate when they were together. The entire entourage of family and friends, which included quite a few accomplished men and women, followed the lead of Gwen and Steve. Mandy quickly determined that they were the nucleus of the unit.

As they were eating dinner, Stephanie managed to gain everyone's attention as she made some interesting announcements. "I have Jordan, Charlie, Gwen, and Steve signed up to do a Christmas special for the NBS network. Someone finally outbid CBC! It's going to be different because it'll be live, with a few seconds delay, of course. It's going to be broadcast from our center for the performing arts. We're inviting any local kids, parents, and grandparents that want to attend. We're having thousands of toys wrapped as gifts. We're also going to have racks and racks of warm clothes of all sizes for kids and adults to choose from. It's been a tough economy and Lady in Red will be giving back to the community that's done so much for us."

"It looks like Steph has taken to her job like a duck to water," laughed Steve. "This sounds like a great idea. It'll make Christmas even more special when we watch the kids' faces when they see the gifts. Are we going to have a big tree?"

"It's already been ordered. It'll be as high as the ceiling in the main room, and they'll have it set up and decorated at least a week before the show," replied a beaming Stephanie. "The music will be supplied by an orchestra, so you guys had better be ready to really sing well. This'll be live, so there won't be any do-overs.

"Then you're doing a New Year's show on CBC. It'll be live with the band, and broadcast from Key West. The thing that will be different with this show will that Jordan and Gwen will be in bikinis a lot of the time, while Charlie and Steve will work the whole night sans shirts. All the other count-down shows have people in parkas, freezing their butts off. The network wants a lot of beautiful people there, so this entire group is invited and will have lodging supplied, as well as travel expenses."

"That includes you, Steph," pointed out Steve. "Be sure you pack a couple of tiny bikinis. I'm thinking the ratings will be through the roof with these ladies dancing and partying in swim wear."

"I've never performed in a swim suit before," worried Gwen. "I don't want anything slipping out while I'm doing one of our more active numbers. That would be embarrassing."

"And a ratings bonanza!" quipped Charlotte. "Every guy watching you and Jordan on TV will be hoping and praying for a wardrobe malfunction. Then if Naomi, Kate, Ashley, Becky, Lisa, Stephanie, and Diane and Paula have any slippage, we'll corner the viewing market. Toss in these guys running around with no shirts and it'll be a huge success!"

"That pretty well sums up how I sold the idea to the network, and why they're paying so much money for five hours of prime time performances," admitted Stephanie with a laugh. "They're getting some prime eye candy of both genders for their money.

"As long as I have your attention," continued Stephanie. "Next summer we'll be making two movies. Charlie and Jordan are starring in one and Gwen and Steve will be in the other. Both couples will also appear in the other's movie, but not in a big role. That will allow the fans to get their Jordan and Gwen 'fix' in both movies. 

"Gwen and Steve will be in a romantic comedy about a guy that's a construction worker and former military man that gets in a little trouble with the law in a small town. He's sentenced to participate in a dance contest. His partner is a spoiled bitch that was picked up by the police with some recreational drugs in her possession. Her parents are one of the leading families in the community and are fed up with their spoiled daughter's antics. They pressure the judge to sentence her to something difficult or demanding, to teach her some discipline. You can probably see where this will go.

"I've managed to hire a renowned local dance instructor to choreograph the movie, as well as to play the part of the dance instructor in the movie. Why be in such a cool job if I can't practice nepotism? I'll have to insist that Steve doesn't put any moves on my Mom, and that Mom keeps her top on, most of the time, at least," grinned Stephanie as the table erupted in laughter.

"Jordan and Charlie will be making an action movie. It'll feature a tough lady cop and an Army officer that have to work together on a case involving the murder of an enlisted man's wife. It'll have a lot of twists, and a real surprise ending. Any questions?"

"How come I have to keep my top on?" asked Diane as the group once again broke into peals of laughter. 

Once the laughter died down, Stephanie brought up the final item on her agenda. "Gwen is going to be sworn on the first day Congress is in session. That's Thursday, January 3. The company has arranged for a big celebration to be held at our hotel in Washington. We'll have a small orchestra and tons of food and drink. I've spoken to Steve and Gwen and they've insisted that everyone in the district be invited. I'll take out a few ads in the local newspapers. 

"I'm sure that some VIP's from Hollywood and Washington will show up, but this party is for the people that put their trust in Gwen, and by extension, Steve. The really cool thing is that the following evening, we're having the premier of our new film, 'Diana', in Washington with another party at the hotel! I wasn't in this film since I was starting a stupid job, but I did view it last week. People that think it's going to be a corny spoof will be really surprised. Then on Saturday night, we're having another premier here in Sparta! It's the first movie ever made here and we're going to celebrate it right. That party will be at the Center.

"The movie was written very well. Gwen is incredible as Wonder Woman. She's all smart, strong, and beautiful, but she's got no clue about men. She only knows what she's heard from her mother and the other women in her world. Men were considered pretty much worthless. Guess what? When she meets Steve, all of her predetermined notions about men are out the window. It's a very romantic movie, but has lots of action and a lot of big chested Amazons. I predict that posters, especially of Naomi, will be selling like hotcakes. I don't know how she got into that outfit, or how she kept it up!" 

"I haven't properly introduced Pete Walker to everyone. He's the guy sitting next to Becky and acting all goofy," joked Steve as he pointed to Pete. "I hired him for security for the girls, especially Ashley, and he came through for her. I'm afraid I wasn't quite as alert as I should have been and if Pete hadn't stepped in, we wouldn't be here having a good time tonight.

"He's an Army veteran, has a degree in computer science, and handles a gun with the best of them. As you all know, people that work for us are our friends. We treat them like family and not like employees. Becky may carry that philosophy too far with Pete, but that's going to be his problem. He's supposed to protect the girls, but no one's going to protect him from the girls."

"Hey, I'm not breaking any rules," insisted Becky. "I just happen to appreciate it when a man saves my life. We may have to find someone else to take care of Ashley, so Pete can look after me."

"He was looking after you pretty darn hard when you walked over to chat with Kate," observed Billy. "Personally, I'm not too keen on having a guy around that ogles the ladies."

"Are you afraid he'll take your place as the number one pervert?" teased Jordan. "I can feel your eyes on my ass every time I turn my back to you. I'm not even going to mention what I can feel them when I'm facing you. Don't worry, Pete. All of these guys look at our asses and boobs all of the time. We wouldn't have it any other way. They're men and that's what men do. At least it's what we ladies seem to prefer in our men. There's so much testosterone at this table, you can almost feel it."

"Were you watching my little butt when I went over to see Kate?" demanded Becky as Pete turned a bright red. "It looks like we've got another one of those testosterone laden guys, doesn't it, Jordan? Why are we attracted to guys like this?"

"I think the fact that we're vain, insecure, proud, well built, sexy, secure, and exhibitionists at heart might have something to do with it," guessed Jordan.

"That could be it. We're insecure, but secure at the same time. That sums it up. We know they look, and we like it. We also need to know that we have what it takes to get a man's attention," agreed Becky.

"I'll vouch that you have everything needed to get a guy's attention," chuckled Jared as Naomi gave him an elbow. "I'm just saying that Becky has a very nice set of, don't elbow me again! She has nice eyes, and we gentlemen always look at a lady's eyes first."

"Steve, would you come with me to greet some of our friends and neighbors while we're waiting for dessert, once I thank this brave man," asked Gwen as she carefully sat down in Pete's lap and hugged him. "I knew the day I met you that you'd be important in my life. Saving Ashley and Becky has made your position with us permanent. You're our friend now and we all take care of our friends. Thanks, Pete!"

Gwen then stood up, took Steve's hand, and led him into the dining area. The conversation in the room stopped immediately as everyone watched the famous couple walk up to the first table and chat with the occupants. It took a few minutes, but they visited every table, frequently posing for pictures, shaking hands, and often giving hugs. 

Gwen made a point of inviting everyone to the Christmas party and television show Lady in Red was producing two days before Christmas. 

"It'll be live and I hope you'll enjoy the show," finished Gwen. "We'll have lot of gifts for children and clothing for anyone that needs some warm clothes. Please tell everyone you see that they're invited."

"I know that we'll love it," responded a lady Gwen had known since childhood. "To think we get to be part of a major TV production and bring our families. Since you two have become so successful, our town has flourished. People have good jobs. We have a new hospital that accepts all children regardless of ability to pay. Tourism has increased by thousands. Now you've been elected to congress and Steve's a SEAL and a national hero. Everyone in town is so proud of you both that we can hardly stand it!"

"Thanks, Mrs. Williams. We appreciate the kind words, but it's been a team effort. A lot of people have worked very hard to make all of this come together. We can't take the credit for all of the good things that have happened here."

"That modesty is very becoming, but everyone knows that you two, along with Jordan Quick, are the entire reason for our prosperity. I just want you both to know that we all appreciate the things you've done for this community and its residents."

"Watch how Gwen and Steve are with each other," whispered Ashley to Pete. "If you do, you'll see that you have no reason to be jealous of Steve as far as Becky is concerned. Sure, she loves the guy. We all do, but we love Gwen, too. We all know that those two are destined to be together and we'd never do anything to change that, even if we could. Watch their eyes when they look at each other. That's what real love is."

As if on cue, just as Steve and Gwen finished visiting with the last table of diners, 'Lady in Red' began playing over the restaurant's sound system. Years ago, Steve and Gwen had accepted the fact that Billy's father would occasionally play the song, hoping that the couple would dance. The patrons always reacted positively. In fact, it was the very possibility of seeing the two lovers perform their signature dance that drew many of the tourists, as well as locals to the restaurant.

Gwen smiled as she turned to Steve and stepped into his arms. "Billy's dad is at it again. It's a good thing I never get tired of dancing to this song with you. Who would've thought that you winning the bid on a dance with me would have started such a series of events? I'm just lucky it was me that you selected that day at the mall."

"If I hadn't picked you, none of this would have happened," insisted Steve as he held Gwen close and moved to the music. "No one else could have done all the things that you've accomplished. You're the driving force in our success."

"I refuse to get into that discussion with you again," beamed Gwen. "I'm convinced that you feel that to be true, but I'm even more certain that you're the amazing half of our little partnership."

As the song ended, all the diners rose from their seats. They cheered and clapped for over a minute as Gwen and Steve waved and bowed several times. Billy's dad rushed up to them and hugged Gwen and shook Steve's hand as he thanked them for being such good sports. 

The next day saw a very large gathering at Lisa and Jason's home. They had a huge kitchen/dining area and it was a good thing. The parents of Billy, Naomi, Charley, and Pete along with the mothers of Jordan, Charlotte, Becky and Ashley had accepted invitations. Chip's parents arrived shortly before dinner was to be served.

Chip greeted his mother with a hug and then briefly shook his father's hand. "These are my parents, Marian and Chester Martin. This is..."

"The mother of your future grandchildren!" blurted Kate as she wrapped her arms around Chip's father and hugged him tightly. "I can see where Chip got his good looks and muscles. Should I call you Chester, Mr. Martin, or Dad?"

Chip's father flushed a bright red as Kate continued to hug him. Everyone else broke into gales of laughter at the man's predicament. "I, I guess you can call me any of those things. Probably Chester would be best. Are you telling me that you're pregnant?"

"Not yet," replied Kate as she released Chip's father. "I have to finish law school, he has to make amends with you, and we need to be married before we have any children. I'll be done with school in about two and a half years. You need to patch things up by then. Do you see any problem with that?"

Once again, Chester Martin turned red as he listened to the beautiful girlfriend of his son. And once more, everyone listening broke into laughter. Chip's mother held her hand over her mouth as she tried to contain her merriment. 

"No, I guess not," responded Chester deliberately. "I can run the business for another twenty years and then the grandkids can take over."

"Maybe you need to consider moving your headquarters to Sparta so Chip and I will be able to help you," suggested Kate. "Chip told me you have a couple dozen tire stores in five states. Build one here and include room for your headquarters. You might even be able to get our tire business."

"How many tires do you think that you and Chip will be using?" questioned Chip's father with a slight smirk. "Even if you have two cars and drive them a lot, you'd only buy tires every couple of years."

That's true," agreed Kate. "I guess I was thinking about Lady in Red Productions. We're always increasing our fleet of cars, trucks and tractor trailers. Those vehicles use tires, don't they Stephanie?" 

"Last year, we purchased about nine hundred tires, but that includes tires for our jet and the machinery we own," allowed Stephanie as she studied her tablet. "I expect that number will increase every year as we add more vehicles to our fleet and more machinery. I guess that isn't enough to make much difference to a big company like Mr. Martin's."

"I never said that!" protested Chip's father. "You girls purchase the tires for Lady in Red Productions? I didn't know that. Do you work in the office?"

"Actually, I'm sort of a vice-president in charge of all kinds of things. Kate doesn't work for the company. She's one of the owners. She's really quite wealthy," revealed Stephanie with a smirk of her own.

"It looks like I've been set up," groaned Chester Martin. "I'm sorry about my misunderstanding of your position in the company. It seems like someone would have told me what was going on before I arrived here and made a fool of myself."




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"Well, if two 'someones' weren't all pig-headed about talking to each other, you'd know the score," replied Kate as she grabbed Chip's hand. "Now that we've settled this little family squabble, let's go in and eat!"

The next few weeks went quickly for everyone. Gwen and Charlotte were working hard in medical school. Steve and Naomi were traveling with their respective senators. Kate was wrapping up her first semester at law school, while everyone else was preparing for the holidays. Chip was enjoying his new position as Kate's security while Pete remained very close to Ashley and Becky as they worked to set up Gwen's congressional office. The furor over the splinter group in the CIA that had set up Steve's exchange for the children hostages and Ashley's abduction peaked. There were investigations by independent councils, congressional committees, and various law enforcement agencies. Steve, Ashley, Becky, and Pete were interviewed numerous times. There were no further arrests as all of the participants in the group were either dead, or in hiding. Reports by the various investigating entities were expected to be released well after the holidays.

When the day finally arrived for the live Christmas program from the Lady in Red Center, Sparta was buzzing with excitement. Video crews followed Gwen, Jordan, Steve, and Charlie as they window shopped along the festively decorated sidewalks and storefronts. It was going to be used as fill between musical numbers that evening.

The town was teeming with tourists and the local merchants were enjoying banner sales. Crowds followed the foursome as they were videoed enjoying the sights and sounds of Christmas season in Sparta.

Two hours before the show was to begin, the center was filled with excited kids and adults. Caterers made certain that there was plenty of food and drinks available for everyone. By the time the curtain went up, the kids were squirming as they waited for the festivities to begin.

Jordan sang silent night to open the show and performed it flawlessly. That set the tone for the entire evening. Every song was perfect and the kids' joy was obvious to viewers as they watched the gifts passed out to the children who immediately ripped them open. 

At the end of the show, Steve and Gwen joined to sing 'Baby, It's Cold Outside!' and the audience loved it. It was apparent that the couple had a very special connection as they gazed at each other as they sang. The singing was excellent, but the heat generated by the two was quite substantial and very obvious to everyone that watched. 

"That is so hot!" exclaimed Stephanie to Paula as they watched from the wings. "I've never heard this song seem so sexy before. I bet radio stations will be playing it tomorrow. I'm glad we're recording everything and making it available to download. Gwen is so beautiful, and Steve isn't too shabby."

The next day, the network expressed its pleasure with the ratings the show garnered. Stephanie had little doubt they would be bidding on future efforts from Lady in Red Productions. 

Christmas was a festive occasion, with friends and family constantly dropping in at Jordan and Charlie's new home. It was a large home and it was filled with happy people. Jordan's mother was staying with her for the week, and Jordan was a bit concerned about how she and Steve would interact. Her worries were quickly put to rest.

"Hey, Mrs. Quick! I caught you under the mistletoe," grinned Steve as he gently wrapped his arms around Jordan's mom soon after he arrived. "You look great. Would it be okay if I gave you a kiss for the holiday?"

"Of course! I was afraid you wouldn't want to have anything to do with me since I made that blunder a few years back. I hardly saw you at Jordan's wedding and again at Thanksgiving a few weeks ago. And please call me Cindy."

"I was a bit uncomfortable being with you after that little experience by the pool. Gwen's mother and aunt saw and heard the whole thing. I may have been a little harsh on you and my language was not appropriate. You've been such a great mom to Jordan lately that I feel much more comfortable with you now," replied Steve as he still held Cindy Quick in his arms.

"I'm the one that needs to apologize," responded Cindy. "I was wrong to show you my breasts, wrong to call them tits, wrong to ask you to compare them to my daughter's, and very wrong to suggest that you might assault me. You did me a great favor when you set me straight that day.

"I can also promise you that you didn't upset Paula at all when you described her perfect 'tits' to me. She still had a smile on her face when I went inside after we had our little chat. I don't think I'd be telling you any secrets when I say that she loves you dearly and not always like a mother. The great thing is that you feel the same way about her. I envy that and I've been doing my best to be a good mother and person. Jordan and I get along better than we ever have before and a lot of it is because of you. So, if you'd like to give this old lady a kiss, I'd be very pleased."

Steve smiled as he leaned down and kissed Cindy on the lips. Her hands slid behind his neck and she held him a little longer than he intended, but not enough to upset him.

"So, you're getting along okay with Mom now?" came Jordan's voice from the doorway. "I was wondering if you two would avoid each other forever. I heard about your little stunt with Steve back when we graduated, Mom. It seems like his little talk made an impression on you."

"It really did. I've stopped drinking and doing recreational drugs. I joined a gym and worked back into shape," revealed Cindy. "I've been way more selective in my dating. If I had been as lucky as you were to meet a guy like Steve when I was your age, my life would have turned out a lot better. Look what he did for you, Sweetheart."

"You called me 'Sweetheart'? You haven't done that since I was a little girl," observed Jordan with a big smile. "Yeah, I was lucky that I met Steve and Gwen and that they're the kind of people they are. I had a crush on him from the first time I met him, but I couldn't let him know, so I acted all tough and slutty to get his attention. It got my mouth washed out and some tense moments, but they never gave up on me. 

"Why don't you move into Asgard with us, Mom? Would that be okay, Steve? I should have asked you before I said anything to Mom," worried Jordan.

"Are you kidding? All of us consider you family, Jordan. You've done so much for us, and you never ask for anything back. We're all about family. Would you like an addition on your house for your mom, or should we build her a place of her own?" asked Steve. 

"I haven't agreed to moving, but if I did, and if it's okay, I'd prefer a place of my own. I'd want to be close enough to visit Jordan and Charlie when they're home, but not be underfoot. They're still newlyweds!" chuckled Cindy.

"I understand how you feel. We'd be pleased to have you in our little community, but it's up to you. If you decide to join us, let Stephanie know and she'll hook you up with an architect," promised Steve. "I should warn you that there'll be a lot of virile men running around and they're going to be trying to catch glimpses of your impressive figure. If that sort of thing bothers you, then you might want to live somewhere else."

"I've heard all about Billy and how he's unapologetic about his appreciation of the female form," grinned Cindy. "I think I can handle him. Maybe I will move here."

"Mom, the biggest perv here is Steve! He acts all polite and gentlemanly, but he looks over every inch of every female he comes into contact with. Then when he and a friend are all beat up and shot to ribbons, they discuss our bodies like we're prized heifers or something," stated Jordan.

"Really? Steve's the one I have to worry about? I guess I'd better be sure to stay covered up when he's around," responded Cindy with a smile.

"If you do, we may ask you to move out. We didn't discuss the hot tub yet. Billy's in charge of writing up the rules, but the rest of us guys will back him on it. We all know he'll represent our wishes quite well," chuckled Steve.

"You sound almost the total opposite of the way you were that day by the pool," pointed out a confused Cindy.

"That's because you've done a one-eighty in your behavior. I told you that you had a killer body, but you needed to adjust your attitude to have really great, ah, breasts. It sure looks like you've made the needed changes," admitted Steve. "You'll be fodder for more than a few fantasies when you move in."

"You really know how to make a woman feel good. I felt really terrible after that incident by the pool, but now I'm looking forward to living near Jordan and everyone else. You took me down a few pegs, but you've just rebuilt my self esteem. Now I understand the difference between teasing, flirting, and being an old slut. Can I get another kiss?" 

"After I get one from the guy!" insisted Jordan as she flew into Steve's arms. "You've given my mother back to me. I can't wait until she has her own home here. We'll be like Paula and her daughters, great friends as well as mother and daughter. Thanks, Steve. You're tops!"

Christmas Day was barely over when everyone began preparing for Key West. They all looked forward to the sunshine and the beaches. It was decided that everyone would fly to Florida on the weekend between Christmas and New Years and relax for a day or two before the show. Everyone except Jordan, Gwen, Charlie, Steve and the band were going to relax. They spent a lot of their time preparing for the show.

"Billy, could you arrange for a few body painters to come to our compound to paint all of our chests," asked Naomi as everyone took a break by the pool the day before the show. "I always wanted to try that, and so do the other girls. We're too shy to ask, but I thought you might be willing to help us out."

Billy stood up and pulled his car keys from his pocket. "I'll go downtown right now and start hiring them! What time do you want them here?"

"That didn't take long," laughed Becky. "I don't know about this. It would be pretty expensive to paint all of us."

"I'll pick up the bill," replied Billy immediately. "If that's your only objection, I'll go hire a few artists right now."

"Charlotte has to do it, too," insisted Ashley. "How would you feel if she walked around with only a thin coat of paint concealing her charms?"

"I still haven't heard any reasons to not go hire some artists," retorted Billy.

"We need to include Paula, Diane, Cindy, and Julia in this," suggested Steve as he looked over at the four women he mentioned and wiggled his eyebrows.

"You can forget that!" protested Paula. "Diane, Julia, and I are married. Our husbands would never stand for it."

"I wouldn't exactly say that," interjected Will before taking a sip of his Corona. "I can't speak for Ted or Jeff, but Diane has my blessing to get painted with the other ladies."

Diane blushed slightly, and then flashed her husband a big smile. "You're so predictable. You'd love to see me walking around in front of all these young men topless, not to mention seeing these goddesses topless. You wouldn't leave me alone for months. Little Billy and Stephanie would have another brother or sister by this time next year!"

"Mom! That's a little too much information. Besides, I can't do that in front of Dad and Uncle Ted. It would be embarrassing," blushed Stephanie.

"You could always go watch TV or something," laughed Will. "I like this casual atmosphere these young folks enjoy. And your mom will look as good as anyone here."

"Dad, you haven't said anything. Should Mom let loose and get painted up with the rest of us?" quizzed Lisa.

"I can't believe I'm admitting this, but it would be pretty amazing. I'm just coming around to the fact that my daughters are beautiful adult women with amazing figures, like their mother. I've seen you and Gwen without clothes in some photos and movies. I can honestly say that I feel proud of how great you look. I'm also proud that you're in monogamous relationships with really good guys. 

"When I grew up, being naked meant having sex, or at least trying like hell. Your group is able to separate the two without jealousy or inappropriate behavior. I admire that and think it's quite a healthy attitude. To answer your question, I'd love to see your mother painted up with the rest of the lovely women here. It's just too bad that Stephanie won't participate. She's really very attractive."

"You do know that we were just teasing Billy, don't you?" asked a concerned Naomi. "Dad is sitting right there and he would never go for his wife and daughter running around almost naked in front of a bunch of horny white boys!"

"As a horny, healthy man, I'm willing to make that trade," laughed Jeff Wilson. "I'm trying to imagine seeing all of these beautiful women topless. Don't worry about your mom. We went to more than a few topless beaches in Cuba and men of every color and nationality approved of what they saw. It was pretty obvious, especially on the nude beaches." 

"Billy, don't you think I'm too old to join these ladies in this venture?" asked Julia Wilson.

"With all due respect, Ma'am, I think you'd be playing right into the hands of these degenerates sitting around the pool. They may seem like placid, flaccid, wimpy little boys, but if you were to release those beauties in this crowd, I could not guarantee your safety," responded Billy in a very serious tone. 

"Mom, listen to him! These guys have all kinds of 'mommy' issues, and he's the worst one of the bunch, although Steve seems to be a close second. You should hear them talk about all the mothers, including you, or should I say, especially you? They're all strongly attracted to beautiful, mature women with curves."

"Oh, dear! That sounds just awful," replied Julia with a big smile. "You're telling me that these virile young men find us slightly older women appealing on some level? Who would have guessed it?"

"Dad! Talk some sense into Mom before it's too late," pled Naomi as she dropped to her knees and pretended to literally beg.

"It's already too late. You sealed it when you told her how all these horny young guys want to see her big old melons. I'm just going to insist that my wife isn't the only lady getting painted up," added Jeff.

"Okay, Diane will do it, won't you dear?" asked Will as he ducked the ice cubes Diane threw at him.

"Paula? You're not going to let your sister go into this without your support, are you?" asked Ted as Paula blushed a bright red.

"I said we were just teasing Billy!" laughed Naomi. "Mom, Diane and Paula can leave their swimsuits on, as will the rest of us. We have a Congresswoman here, for heaven's sake. She can't do things like that, or be seen with people that do."

"I can't?" questioned Gwen in her best little girl voice as she sat on Steve's lap. "I feel a sleeping giant beginning to stir. It seems that the Congresswoman's boyfriend is kind of excited about this body painting scenario."

"I noticed the same thing!" agreed Lisa as she fidgeted on Jason's lap.

"Is that what that is?" asked Kate in an attempt to act surprised. "I'm afraid that I'm involved with a very sick individual. He may be even worse than Billy and Steve."

"I'm just glad my mom and Billy's folks didn't make the trip," quipped Charlotte. "That visual is not something I want to remember."

"I was thinking the same thing about our mom," added Becky. "She's been single a long time. If she's anything like Ashley and me, she'd be the first to get painted, even if she's almost fifty and a little chunky."

"I call for a show of hands," declared Billy. "Is there any guy here that wouldn't like to see Becky's mom get painted up? No hands? I thought so. Bring your mom next time. She's pretty hot!"

"Not my mother, too!" cried Ashley. "What is wrong with you guys? You all have beautiful wives and girlfriends. Why would you want to look at other women? Why would you want other guys to see your lady topless and painted?" 

"I think the quick answer would be that it makes us really horny," offered Jared as he looked around at his friends. "Is there any disagreement on that? No? Then we'll go with that answer, Ashley. But, I have to admit, I'm really glad that my parents didn't come. I can't imagine my mom naked!"

"Mom, how did you stay married to such a pervert for so many years? Was he as bad when he was younger?" asked Naomi. 

"Yes, he was as bad or worse. I stayed married to him because he was always horny. That isn't a bad thing, at least it wasn't for me," grinned Julia as she patted her husband's hand.

The New Year's show was a huge ratings success as Gwen and Jordan performed in bikinis and changed to different ones quite often. Charlie and Steve were shirtless the entire show. The director was forced to be very careful of the camera angles as many of the ladies in the crowd in front of the stage were topless before the night was half over. They were very demonstrative about how much they enjoyed Charlie and Steve as they performed. The viewers at home were easily able to determine that many of the fans were topless; although the director went to great pains to be sure no nipples were shown.

Everyone rested the next day before heading back north the following morning. Many in the group flew to Washington with Gwen and Steve to see her sworn in a member of Congress and to attend the big premier the following evening.

Steve sat in the gallery with Ted, Paula, Lisa, and Kate and beamed with pride as the new Congress was sworn in. Gwen looked very professional but incredibly beautiful in a simple dress and jacket. Steve was lucky that Senator Chatham had wrangled a ticket for him as there weren't enough seats available for all of the members to invite more than very immediately family members. Jason and Chip and all of their friends waited outside and watched the proceedings on monitors.

Once the ceremony was complete and all of the speeches were given, Congress adjourned. Many of the members then headed to their office to take PR photos for their local papers. They would be featured with a spouse, sibling, or child holding a bible as they took their oath. It was for show only, but many members felt it was important PR for them. Gwen decided against the charade and joined her friends outside the Capitol Building. 

"We'll meet you back at the hotel after we meet with our staff," instructed Gwen. "Ashley has them all waiting at my new office and she wants to introduce me. Steve is going with me, but there won't be room for anyone else. Maybe it'll be less crowded tomorrow and I'll be able to get you all in."

Gwen spent another hour speaking with her new staff and learning their names and jobs. "There's one thing I need all of you to understand. Ashley is my top aide. She's in charge when I'm not here. Listen to her like you would me. Then I want you to meet my boyfriend, Steve Hammer. Some of you may have heard of him?"

The group laughed at Gwen's remark. Everyone knew who Steve Hammer was, and that he was Gwen's boyfriend. "He's much more than a boyfriend. He's my top advisor and my personal security. If he asks for something, I would expect all of you to comply as quickly as possible, or have a very good reason if you don't. Thanks, all of you. I look forward to working with you. You're all invited to our hotel for a little bash we're having this evening to celebrate. Please come."

It was approaching dusk when Ashley, Gwen, and Steve climbed into a limo to return to their hotel. It was not a long ride and even with traffic, they expected it to take no more than half an hour.

Because some of the roads around the Capitol Building were closed for the ceremonies, they wound up traveling along the Potomac River. That was when the limo driver suddenly slammed on his brakes and muttered a curse.




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Gwen and Ashley turned to face the direction the driver was looking. They were appalled to see a helicopter smack into the river on its side. The logo on the CBC network was clearly visible, although sideways to how it normally was displayed. Water rushed in through numerous broken windows. Within a matter of seconds, it became obvious that the chopper was rapidly sinking. 

Then Gwen noticed that Steve was no longer in the limo. She turned her head to look toward the rear of the vehicle see him stripping his dress uniform off and tossing it on the trunk of the limo. 

"Oh, no! He's doing it again!" was all she could think as she swung the door open with one hand while unzipping her coat with the other. By the time she had removed her coat, Steve was racing for the river, clad only in his boxers. Shaking her head at the thought of entering the frigid waters of the Potomac, Gwen reached behind her back and unzipped her dress.



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Gwen watched Steve dive into the icy waters without any apparent hesitation. Then, as her dress pooled at her feet, she kicked off her heels and headed for the river. Ashley was calling to her, but Gwen's attention was on the scene in the river.

A man in a suit had climbed out of the helicopter and was trying to swim to shore. Although it was only about a hundred yards, Gwen could tell the man would never make it. He was using only his left arm, and quite awkwardly. Gwen was surprised when she saw Steve swim out around the man and continue toward the rapidly sinking helicopter. 

It occurred to Gwen that Steve had somehow determined that there were more people in the aircraft and he was intent on rescuing them. Then she felt the sudden shock as she dove into the frigid waters. Chilled to the bone, she quickly surfaced and swam strongly toward the man that had exited the chopper. By now he was having a very difficult time. He flailed weakly as his head dropped below the surface and then reappeared. This happened several times before Gwen approached him. Then, as she drew near, he went under and did not return to the surface.

Gwen dove and quickly found him. She grabbed his jacket by the collar and pulled him to the surface. By this time, her limbs felt numb and her teeth were chattering, even as she exerted herself tremendously. Taking a deep breath, Gwen began pulling the man back toward shore. As she swam, she saw Steve dive at the point where the helicopter had just submerged.

She knew she had to get back to shore, and soon, or she'd never make it back. Knowing she was unable to help Steve, she prayed that he would manage without her. It became increasingly difficult for Gwen to make her arms respond. They felt like lead weights. Gwen became concerned about getting back to shore as the seconds passed. She was moving slower and with much greater effort.

"Let me take him, Miss," came a strong male voice from behind her just before an arm reached out and grabbed the collar of the man she had been pulling. 

Gwen released the man and turned in the water. She saw a policeman standing in chest deep water as he worked his way toward shore, towing the man that she had helped. Gwen tried to stand, but her feet were numb! She knew they were on the bottom, but had difficulty feeling anything. Walking was almost impossible.

Suddenly, strong hands grabbed on one of her arms and guided her back to shore. She hadn't seen the second man until she felt his hands on her arm. She had a chance to quickly study him as he led her from the water. He was very poorly dressed and looked extremely unkempt. His wore a beard and his coat was ragged and torn in several places. Regardless, Gwen was extremely grateful that he was there and helping her.

Once she reached waist deep water, the man released her arm, but remained close, making sure that she was going to be able to escape the frigid waters. For the first time, Gwen noticed dozens, and perhaps hundreds of people standing along the shoreline. Many had their phones in their hands and were videoing her approach to land. When the water was below her knees, several men splashed out to help her climb the river bank. An older man on shore removed his overcoat and wrapped it around her once she was standing on dry land. Then she turned to see if she could locate Steve. 

The cold water had jolted Steve when he dove into the river. He forced his body to ignore the shock and began swimming strongly toward the crashed helicopter. Unlike Gwen, he had a very good idea who was inside the stricken craft. He had seen Amber Stahl and Bill Hardy doing interviews outside the Capitol Building after Congress had been adjourned. He also noticed the chopper sitting in a cordoned off grassy area a hundred yards away at the time that Gwen had spoken to her family and promised to join them after meeting her new staff. 

As he swam, he saw Bill Hardy plunge into the water before the machine sank from sight. Steve quickly made the decision to circle Hardy and try to find Amber. His reasoning was that Hardy was on the surface and would be easily seen by others that would surely be rushing to render aid. Amber had not exited the chopper and that concerned Steve greatly. The aircraft disappeared from sight just a few yards in front of Steve, so he took a breath and dove down. He quickly reached the chopper as it slowly descended. 

One glance told Steve that the pilot was dead. His head was bent at an unnatural angle and blood streamed from his severed throat. Inside he found Amber still held in place in a back seat by her lap belt. Her forehead had some blood seeping from it and she was unresponsive. He quickly unbuckled her and headed upward.

He broke the surface and drew a deep breath as he looked to determine the nearest land. It was immediately apparent that he had to go back toward the parked limo. He held Amber with one arm and began swimming strongly toward the shore. As he swam, he thought about Hell Week and how much he had hated it. Then he almost smiled as he realized how well it was serving him at that very moment. 

The water was frigid, but he ignored it. He concentrated on the girl he held in his right arm as he pushed hard for shore. He would glance back after every ten strokes to locate his landing spot and to determine when he was close. He knew when the water was shallow enough to walk and swung Amber into both arms as he felt bottom. He then trudged slowly toward shore. As the water became waist deep, several bystanders approached and offered to take Amber from him. Steve simply shook his head and kept walking. 

Steve took in the scene as he stepped out of the water. Gwen was standing just to the side with Ashley. She was soaking wet, but wrapped in a warm trench coat and appeared to be doing well. Bill Hardy was sitting on someone's coat with another coat draped over his shoulders. He was complaining bitterly about how much his arm ached and how long the ambulance was taking to arrive.

A couple of bystanders removed their coats and placed them on the frozen ground. Steve gently placed Amber on the clothing and felt her throat for a pulse. Feeling relief that she had a strong one, he bent down close to her mouth to determine if she was breathing properly. She had spittle and mucous around her nose and mouth, but her breathing was regular. Then the sirens became very loud as ambulances drove along the grassy shoulder of the jammed highway and stopped just yards away.

Soon, two paramedics were at Amber's side, so Steve stepped back to allow them room. They quickly placed her on a backboard and then on the gurney and strapped an oxygen mask over her mouth and nose. Then they moved her toward the ambulance, loaded her, and took off along the grassy shoulder to a point where the ambulance could access the highway.

Steve turned to see another crew treating Bill Hardy. He was uncooperative and still complaining about the pain and the lack of haste demonstrated by the paramedics. Steve didn't even try to conceal his contempt for Hardy as he made his way over to Gwen and Ashley. 

Both women were shivering as they watched Steve approach. Suddenly, Ashley turned and raced back to the limo, grabbed Steve's clothes from the trunk and his shoes from the ground and hurried back. She knelt in front of Steve and held his pants open for him to step into.

Steve was a little embarrassed by Ashley's actions. Dozens of cameras were recording his every move. Not knowing what else to do, Steve quickly stepped into his trousers and took the waistband from Ashley's hands as she pulled them up.

"Thanks, Ashley. I appreciate it, but everyone's watching. Just hand me my shirt and I'll slip it on," insisted Steve as gently as he could. 

Once Ashley handed Steve his clothes, she went back to the car and returned with Gwen's dress and coat. Steve met her as she approached Gwen.

"Gwen, if you want to put your dress back on, I'll stand in front of you, Ashley, please stand behind her," instructed Steve before speaking to the older man that had obviously loaned his overcoat to Gwen. "Sir, would you mind standing next to Gwen so we don't have a dozen cameras recording her putting her dress back on?"

"Certainly!" replied the man as he stepped close to Gwen, and then spoke to a woman a few feet to his left. "Nancy, come over here please, and stand on the other side of Miss Anderson. We're trying to allow her some privacy while she gets her dress back on."

The lady nodded and moved close to Gwen who quickly pulled the overcoat off and held her arms up so Steve could slip her dress over her head. Although he only caught a brief glimpse, Steve could tell that her sexy red bra had become transparent and her nipples were very stiff. Then he helped her smooth the dress out and held her coat as she slid into it.

"Thank you, Sir, for the use of your overcoat," managed Gwen through chattering teeth. "It helped warm me and protect me from all of those cameras. You're a gentleman. Could I invite you to our little celebration this evening? I was just sworn into Congress and we're having some friends and guests over to our hotel..."

"Yes, I'll be there," promised the man. "I know who you are, and what hotel you're in. I was planning on stopping in, but you're invitation seals it. I'll see you then. This was one of the most remarkable things I've ever witnessed. I commend you both for your courage and compassion. You'd better get inside your limo, get back to the hotel and warmed up, Ms. Anderson." 

Becky had just managed to get a cup of coffee to warm up a little while everyone waited for Gwen, Ashley, and Steve to arrive at the hotel. She sat down next to Kate and Paula at a round table in the big ballroom they had reserved for the party when her cell rang.

"Hey, Ashley! Are you guys going to get here pretty soon?"questioned Becky as she smiled at Kate and Paula while they listened to her end of the conversation. "What? My God! Are they okay? It's freezing out there! Stay on the line while I tell Paula what's happened."

"Ashley says a helicopter just crashed into the river near the road where their limo was. Steve's already swimming out to it, and Gwen's running down to the water in her underwear! Oh, my! Ashley said that Gwen's in the water and swimming out to help some guy that's drowning!"

"Turn on the TV!" insisted Kate to the room in general. "Gwen and Steve are in another water rescue. It must be on a few stations!"

Almost before she finished her sentence, a large screen TV blinked on and everyone turned toward it. The man with the remote went through four channels before he found a station with a reporter on the scene. The view on the screen was obviously from overhead and it was riveting. 

A swimmer had just dived and pulled a man back to the surface and started pulling him back to shore. Kate couldn't contain her excitement. "That's Gwen! She's saving that guy's life. Where's Steve? Where's the helicopter that crashed?"

Suddenly two bodies bobbed to the surface not too far from where Gwen labored to drag the man back to shore. "There's Steve! He must have pulled someone from the chopper. Look at him swim. He acts like the cold water doesn't even bother him."

Then the scene switched to a camera obviously held on the shore. It showed Gwen handing the near drowning victim off to a policeman and being guided back to shore by a ragged looking man. 

"My God! Gwen may as well be naked!" observed Paula. "And she's freezing to death! I hope she gets a coat on right away."

As Paula spoke, an elderly gentleman removed his overcoat and draped it over Gwen's shoulders. Gwen looked back and gave the man an appreciative smile as she pulled the coat tightly to her body and returned her gaze to where Steve was bringing Amber ashore.

Everyone watched in awed silence as Steve placed Amber on the coats that had been placed on the ground. Then the paramedics arrived on scene and took over treatment. A short time later they saw Ashley drop to her knees to hold Steve's pants out for him to step in.

"Sis sure is helpful, isn't she?" remarked Becky with a grin as Steve stepped into the trousers and pulled them up. "Those boxers of Steve's were a little revealing when they were wet. The viewers are getting their money's worth today."

Once again everyone went silent as Steve held Gwen's dress up and slid it over her head while Ashley and an unknown couple stood nearby, so she couldn't be seen by the TV viewers.

Steve took Gwen's arm and steered her back toward the limo. As they were getting in, a reporter began asking them questions. Steve simply shook his head and then climbed into the car behind Gwen.

Everyone in the ballroom suddenly began talking. Gwen had invited the good citizens of her district to the celebration. To that end, Lady in Red Productions had provided a sign-up sheet for people that were willing to ride a bus to the affair in Washington. By the time the deadline for signing up had arrived, Lady in Red Productions had to hire thirteen buses. One bus carried seniors from Sparta High so that they could be part of the celebration.

The thirteen buses had emptied their riders into the hotel a few minutes before the TV had come to life with the report from the river. The hometown contingent had watched in stunned silence until it became obvious that Gwen and Steve were going to be okay. The citizens of the Spartan Nation were very vocal in their support of their home town heroes. Their pride was very evident as they cheered and clapped their approval as the TV announcers recapped the incredible series of events that had just transpired. The din had barely died down when Gwen, Ashley, and Steve stepped into the lobby of the hotel.

They had hoped to move quickly to their rooms to change their clothes, but that was not to be. The moment they entered the hotel, they were mobbed by admirers and well wishers. Gwen and Steve were overwhelmed by the number of people that rushed forward to congratulate and praise them. They shook hands and acknowledged as many people as they could as they inched toward the elevators.

"Okay, folks. We're all extremely pleased to see that Gwen and Steve survived their ordeal, but they need to get to their room to get warmed up and changed," bellowed Ted as he, Will, Billy, Jared, Jason, and Charlie gently began moving people back so that the couple could reach the elevators. "Please give them some time to recover and prepare for the big celebration. We'll start in half an hour or so and look forward to seeing all of you there."

As the men made some room for the group, Paula, Lisa, and Kate closed in on Gwen and Steve and quickly led them to the elevators. 

"What were you two thinking?" demanded Paula as they rode up to their floor in the elevator. "You could have drowned in that damn river! Thank God you're alright."

"Mother! Don't even think about complaining about what we just did! Two people would have died if we had simply watched from the shore. You know that isn't the way Steve is, and I hope it isn't me either. I know you were worried and maybe even scared, but don't ever tell us that we shouldn't try to help others in trouble. Amber's become a great friend. She's smart and successful and headed for great things. Steve couldn't forsake her. If he had, he wouldn't be the man I've fallen in love with. He'd be common, or average, which is okay for most men, but not for Steve!" responded Gwen with considerable emotion.

"Amber? Amber Stahl? I didn't realize she was on the helicopter. She was the woman that Steve brought to shore? All I saw was that damned Bill Hardy complaining about how slow the ambulances were," added Paula contritely. "I apologize. You two know what you're doing. I was wrong to be upset. It's just that I love you two so much, and if something happened to either of you, I don't know what I'd do. I have to admit that I'm also extremely proud of you both."

By this time, the group had reached Gwen and Steve's suite. He immediately began undressing as he headed for the bathroom. Once he closed the door, he peeled his damp pants off and then dragged his soaked boxers down to his ankles and kicked them off. He turned the shower on for the water to warm up, picked up his boxers, and tossed them into the trash. Suddenly the door swung open as Steve was reaching for a towel.

Paula gasped as she came face to face with a naked Steve. Her eyes darted up and down his amazing physique as the rest of her body froze in place. 

"What's wrong, Mom?" came Lisa's voice from behind Paula just before she peeked over her mother's shoulder. "Oh, my! And that's after being in ice cold water for ten minutes or so! You know there had to be some shrinkage. Can you get the towel for Gwen, or would you rather stay and wash Steve's back?"

Paula was jolted out of her momentary paralysis and grabbed a towel from the stack on the sink counter. "I'm very sorry about barging in. I didn't realize that you were in here."

Paula backed out of the room and closed the door. It was less than twenty seconds later that Steve heard all of the Anderson women break into hearty laughter. He realized that he had somehow managed to lift any tension Paula was feeling and smiled to himself as he climbed into the shower.

Steve had just begun to soap up when he felt hands on his back and he swung around to face whoever was touching him.

"What? Were you expecting Mom, or hoping it was her?" laughed Gwen. "You made quite an impression on her. Lisa said that you weren't even hard and the cold water had taken its toll, but Mom didn't seem to believe it. I think her mouth is still hanging open in shock. She has a new respect for you, and probably for me.

"How can you stand the water this cold? No wonder you didn't have any trouble in that river. You shower in water the same temperature," observed Gwen as she reached over and adjusted the faucets while Steve quickly moved so that Gwen was between him and what he knew would become almost scalding water.

After a brief shower, the couple left the bathroom wearing towels. "Sorry, Mom!" teased Kate. "Steve has a towel on and he's way warmer than he was earlier. Maybe you can get it away from him. You won't be sorry!"

"I think we've embarrassed Steve enough for one day," reasoned Paula as she blushed a bright red. "We have to find a fast way to fix Gwen's hair. That beautiful perm she had this morning was washed away in the river. Any ideas?"

"Gwen is so beautiful, I think she'll look great with her hair done up in a braided bun," suggested Lisa. "We can do that in a few minutes. What do you think, Steve?"

"Me? I think she'd be beautiful in an old burlap bag. I'm sure she'll be gorgeous when you're done fixing her hair."

"Now you see why I keep the guy around," beamed Gwen as she smiled at Steve.

"Actually, I saw that reason a few minutes ago," replied Paula as she arched her eyebrows several times.

"Mom!" cried all three daughters at the same time.

"I did see him in all his glory that morning I woke up Gwen and him by the pool. Over the years, I'd decided that my memory had somehow exaggerated reality. I realize now that my memory was pretty good," laughed Paula.

"I told you she was impressed," chuckled Lisa. "You never would've let Gwen near the guy if you had known the danger she was in, would you have?"

"I certainly wouldn't have allowed Kate to sit on his lap in the hot tub," admitted Paula as she openly gazed at Steve's torso.

"Yeah, the first time I sat on his lap, it threw me right off! It's like sitting on an Anaconda, only way better. And stiffer!" added Kate as an afterthought. 

"I'll just take my clothes into the other room, lock the door, and get dressed. I'd like to remind you that we're supposed to be downstairs in ten minutes, and that I can hear everything you're saying," stated Steve as he shook his head, walked into the adjoining room, and closed the door.




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"You can start helping us with Gwen's hair now," quipped Lisa to her mother. "Don't be thinking about how Steve's naked on the other side of that door. Who knows what he's doing with that monster at this very moment?"

"I have a pretty good idea. I think I took the edge off, so to speak, in the shower. He's calmly getting dressed with a big smile on his face," smirked Gwen as her sisters and mother broke into hearty laughter.

Gwen has dressed and ready to go in less than half an hour. Her mother and sisters were extremely pleased with the way her hair turned out. "We'll go down first so you and Steve can make a grand entrance," explained Paula. "You're just fashionably late, but Ted sent a text saying the place was pretty full and we need to get down there soon."

Gwen's family left as Steve and Gwen were on putting finishing touches. "Would you rather go in alone? You're the one that was elected to Congress. I don't want to steal any of your thunder or anything."

"My darling man, you're in this with me. I know that at least half the people that voted for me did so because they knew you were included in the deal. I want you with me, taking care of me, helping me remember names and faces, and looking like the sexiest man alive. Will you do that for me?"

Five minutes later, Steve escorted Gwen into the ballroom. A pathway formed down the center of the room with people cheering and applauding as the couple made their way to the small stage. Both Steve and Gwen smiled and acknowledged people they knew as they slowly walked through the crowded room. Paula and Ted stood with Lisa, Kate, Jordan, Jason, Chip and Charlie and Gwen's closest friends and cheered with the best of them.

"Mom, this is the coolest thing I've ever seen," yelled Kate so that she could be heard above the din. "Gwen looks like a queen, and Steve is such a hunk. Look how everyone loves them!"

Steve helped Gwen ascend the steps to the stage and then joined her as she made eye contact with many of her well wishers. Gwen was radiant as she pointed to friends and acquaintances. The folks from her Congressional district had set up in front of the stage and their approval was obvious to everyone in the room. It took almost five minutes for the crowd to settle down so that Gwen could speak.

"Friends, and I hope that you're all my friends, I'm honored and humbled by your support and well wishes. I don't pretend to have any easy answers to the difficult problems facing our country. I don't even understand all of the issues. What I do know is that life is precious. 

"My job is to protect life, to help those in need, to promote good health and a nurturing environment. I want all children to receive the medical care they need. I want our brave, selfless veterans to have the health care they need, and the jobs they deserve. I want this country to once again become self sufficient with a strong economy based on production and American ingenuity. 

"For myself, I want you to be proud of me, to feel in your hearts that I'm doing my very best for this great country. I want to graduate med school and become a good doctor and wife. I want to have a husband and children. I want them to be healthy and safe, as do all parents. I want what all of you want, to grow old watching my kids and grandkids learn and prosper as they work to make the world a little bit better. 

"I can only promise that I will do my best. To that end, I'll rely heavily on the advice and counsel of my support group, my family and friends. But most of all, I will lean on this amazing man next to me to guide, assist, and protect me in my endeavors. You know who he is and you've seen what he's done. I'm here to tell you that you have no idea what he can, and will accomplish in the future. I'm just happy to be part of his amazing journey. Thank you, everyone! Please, enjoy the food and music as we celebrate a new beginning!" 

Once again, the crowd stomped, clapped, whistled, and yelled its approval. Gwen smiled and waved as tears trickled down her cheeks. It was an extremely emotional moment for her. She thought back to that day at the mall when the tall handsome young man decided to chat with her and then ask her out. She truly felt that it was Steve that made her seem special to so many and she thanked her lucky stars for her good fortune

For his part, Steve marveled at the ease and sincerity with which Gwen spoke to the assembled crowd. Her talents knew no limits. He beamed with pride as he stood alongside her, convinced that without Gwen and her beauty and intelligence, his life would have been quite average. 

Once it became quiet enough for the orchestra to be heard, the music began. Gwen smiled as she realized Lady in Red was the opening song. Steve gathered her in and to the delight of those in attendance, danced with her on the small stage.

When the song was over and Gwen, as well as most of the audience, had managed to stop tearing up, she began greeting well wishers. Steve was at her side as she climbed down from the stage and waded into the crowd. Both Gwen and Steve were surprised at how many people they recognized. It seemed like almost all of Sparta was in Washington.

They spent a solid hour greeting supporters with handshakes, hugs, and occasional kisses. Gwen was just beginning to feel like she could relax when politicians began approaching her. Senator Chatham was one of the first.

"Ms. Anderson, you and this fellow of yours are an inspiration to us all. You two represent what we all should be, if only we had your character and moral compass. You've made your hometown very proud, but more than that, you've made your country extremely proud. I thank you for that."

William Patterson had driven into Washington with Beatrice, Jen, and Janice. He was standing with Gwen's family as Gwen began greeting politicians.

"We're watching a master at work. I'm not even sure it was a conscious decision, but Gwen greeted her peers and supporters before any politicians. It showed where she placed the most emphasis, and it was politically brilliant. She's in the catbird seat here in D.C. and these politicians need to curry her favor. She let them cool their heels while she worked on her base, the everyday Joes that work hard, pay taxes, and vote.

"The Republican and Democratic Parties are having big blow-outs this evening. All of the party faithful are expected to attend, and they will, at least for a while. Tonight is when they begin to jockey for position and for seats on committees and the like. Gwen has no party affiliation and will be placed on the least important committee they can think of. And she'll shine like no other when they do.

"My contacts tell me that just about every powerful and influential person in Congress will make an appearance here tonight. They're paying fortunes for PR services, and every one of them is being told that nothing will help them more than being on good terms with Gwen and Steve. 

"What we're seeing is unprecedented. A freshman in Congress, along with her Navy boyfriend, is rising to the top in a very difficult city. I'm not sure that President Hanson and the First Lady have more influence that Gwen and Steve. Hanson's a lame duck, but Gwen's star is rising. I predict that if they aren't already, Gwen and Steve will soon be the top power couple in Washington, and probably the world. That's your daughter I'm talking about! 

"I don't know how to respond to that," admitted Ted. "I haven't thought about it in those terms. Paula and I have discussed the two of them frequently. Gwen and Steve amaze us. Look at that little byplay this afternoon. She was sworn into Congress this afternoon and a little over an hour later, she peeled off her clothes and risked her life for a man she doesn't even like. Steve saved Amber Stahl from drowning in freezing water and wasn't even breathing hard, or acting chilled. I've known him for quite a while and he still surprises me with his strength and skills."

"As parents of such an incredible woman, you must be unbelievably proud. I'm extremely proud of Steve, but that often makes me realize what I missed when his mother left us to marry his father. I wasn't a part of his life until he graduated high school. I'll never get that time back, and I'll never forgive myself for it," confessed William Patterson. 

Secretary Rosen and his wife were the first of the presidential candidates to approach Gwen and Steve. "You're both amazing," gushed Mrs. Rosen. "We watched that water rescue today on live television. Small wonder you won the election without campaigning."

"Steve, we're getting a handle on the situation at the CIA," reported Secretary Rosen. "It now appears that Parker was using his position to manipulate governments to stay at war, or go to war. He was getting huge payments from international arms dealers. As you know, war is good for the economy, especially for arms dealers. 

"We think it was limited to his department, not that it helped you any in Iraq. Somehow he managed to convince the director to appoint one of his men to lead the search for you. Needless to say, they wanted you to die a horrible death, so hostilities would increase. He'll rot in hell for all eternity."

"Remember your promise that if Vincent was innocent of wrong doing in the fiasco you suffered through in Iraq, you wouldn't come out against him, or for another candidate," insisted Mrs. Rosen. "Vincent will be resigning his position soon to devote full time to campaigning."

"We promised to not be publicly critical if he had no involvement in Steve's troubles in Iraq," recalled Gwen. "We'll stick to that promise." 

"I suppose that'll have to do for now," acknowledged Mrs. Rosen. "There are at least five other likely candidates here tonight. They'll all try to get you to support them. Your support is critical and they all know it. Please don't come out for another candidate. If you must, then please let us know as far ahead of time as you can so we can prepare our campaign, although I have no idea how we'd manage that. You two own this town."

The Rosens drifted away to chat with other politicians. Soon other presidential hopefuls were courting Steve and Gwen. In the span of an hour, they had brief conversations with the six most likely successors to President Hanson.

Steve and Gwen once again began dancing with guests. Steve had seen Ms. Walker several times, but had not had the time to speak with her. During a break, he searched until he found her, and then asked her to dance when the music resumed.

"I noticed that you and Gwen have been spending a lot of time with the people looking to be the next president. I knew you two were special when you were in my class, but I never dreamed you'd become so important in national politics. I'm very proud of you both," praised Ms. Walker.

"Thank you, Ma'am. Any success we've enjoyed is due to your influence, at least in part. You started the hospital drive and that gave us purpose and focus."

"Yeah, but saving toddlers, winning football titles, saving the entire school, why bother trying to mention all the things you've done? We both know you'd have done great if you'd never even met me. 

"I'm here with a busload of seniors and some advisors tonight. I could have brought the entire school enrollment if we had the buses and the chaperones. I kind of promised the kids that I would see that they got to meet with you and Gwen. I know you're busy, but we have some really good students and you know how a few chance meetings can make a huge difference in a life."

"Ms. Walker, you've never asked me for any favors. I'd be glad to meet with the kids you brought. Gwen's been kept busy, but I'll catch her eye and have her join us," promised Steve as he and Ms. Walker headed toward her charges.

"Kids, this is Steve Hammer. Some of you may know him. All of you know who he is and have seen him around Sparta. Steve, these are some of our brightest and best seniors," indicated Ms. Walker as she began introducing the students.

Steve smiled as he watched the kids do their best to act mature. They were at the celebration for their Congressional Representative in Washington! Their pride was apparent when Steve began answering questions. A couple of the kids stood out to Steve. One girl was absolutely beautiful, and it was obvious that she knew it. She was very confident and quite flirty. She dominated the first few minutes of their meeting as she described the many wonderful things that she and her friends had accomplished.

Steve managed to catch Gwen's eye and indicated he'd like her to join him. Gwen was delighted when Ms. Walker explained to her that the kids had come from Sparta to witness democracy in action. They were spending the night and touring D.C. the next day before returning to Sparta.

"Gwen, would you speak to these kids while I dance with one of them," asked Steve. "I find I get to know them better with one-on-one discussions."

"Yeah, that and you like to have pretty girls in your arms. Go ahead while I spend quality time with the group," agreed Gwen. 

Steve stepped over to a quiet girl sitting in the back and offered her his hand. The beautiful blonde girl that had been holding court was unable to conceal her disappointment and surprise. The quiet girl looked around nervously before taking Steve's hand, while Ms. Walker beamed her approval.

"I'm Steve and you're Cheryl, if my memory serves me," began Steve as he took the shy acting girl into his arms. "I won't hurt you and I certainly won't do anything to embarrass you, so relax and smile. You don't mind dancing with me, do you?"

"Are you kidding? You're Steve Hammer! This is a dream come true. I'm just surprised that you asked me instead of Heather. She's gorgeous, the student body president, and she stars on two sports teams."

"What about you, Cheryl? Are you doing anything interesting? What position do you have in the grade rankings?" asked Steve as he guided the girl around the floor.

"I'm second in my class. I'm hoping to study chemistry and biology in college and then go into research. I'll probably take a year off between school and college to earn some more money for school," responded the girl as she gradually relaxed. "We watched you save that news woman on TV today. It's hard to believe that you're able to do so many things. Sparta has become famous because of you, Gwen, and Jordan."

"What college will you attend? Did you apply for scholarships? Do you have family in Sparta?" asked Steve as he changed the subject back to the girl.

"I've been accepted to Duke, but I'll probably go to a state school. They're a lot cheaper. I live with Mom and Dad and my three brothers on Maple Street. I've been promised a couple of small scholarships at state schools, so I'll probably go to one of them.

"Mom recently got a good job with your company. She's a manager in the factory where they make the Lady in Red clothes. Dad's been working pretty steady the last couple of years in construction. He works for Anderson Brothers. They've been getting a lot of the contracts to build stuff for your company. Mom and Dad say that Lady in Red has saved Sparta, and it's especially saved them," explained the girl.

"That's really good to hear," responded Steve. "But why is it that you don't have the funds to go to school next year if your folks have good jobs? And why not to Duke, if that's where you want to go?" 

"My little brother was real sick for a few years and my parents spent most of their extra money taking care of him. My brother and I have part time jobs to buy our clothes and stuff. Mom and Dad are just beginning to get a handle on their debt. We're doing okay and my little brother is healthy now, so things are a lot better," answered the dark haired girl.

"Would you stay and dance another dance with me," asked Steve when the music stopped. He found the girl's story extremely interesting and the longer he held her in his arms, the more she smiled and the prettier she became.

"Of course! You're really being nice to me. I know you're rich and have beautiful women around you all of the time and that Gwen Anderson is your girlfriend, but it's really nice to be with you for a little while," smiled the girl before she suddenly got a worried look on her face.

"You don't think I'm going to have sex with you, do you? I can't do that. I've never done it and I promised my mom that I wouldn't do anything stupid on this trip. If that's what you're thinking, maybe I should go back to my classmates," suggested the once again nervous girl.

"Cheryl, I don't cheat on Gwen. I never have sex with other girls. I'd never try to seduce you like that, although you're very pretty and have a lovely figure. I promise you that I'll be a gentleman. Just finish the dance with me and I'll take you back, okay?"

"I'm sorry that I was so suspicious. It's just that guys never ask me to dance. I'm not popular in school. I'm teased about being so smart and studying all of the time. I'm not good with boys, and I just made a fool of myself," worried the Spartan senior. 

The music ended, but Steve held the girl a little longer. "You remind me of Gwen. You're far prettier than you realize. You're smart, honest, and hard working. Can Gwen and I visit you when we're in Sparta?" asked Steve as he turned to lead the girl back to her classmates. 

"You and Gwen? Of course, but we only have a small house. It isn't a big mansion like you're building up by the lake. Mom would be so proud if you did stop in. But why would you?" asked the confused girl. 

"I'd like to get to know you better and I'd love to meet your parents," replied Steve.

"They're standing right over there, watching us like hawks," grinned the girl. "I'll introduce you to them right now, if you aren't afraid of my father."

"Does he look angry?" asked Steve as the girl led him toward her family. "I don't want to get worked over by an upset father on Gwen's special night."

"Mom, Dad, this is Steve Hammer. You probably heard of him in Sparta. Steve, this is my mom, Betty Baxter. This is my father, Dan Baxter. Steve wanted to meet you for some reason, as long as Dad isn't angry with him for dancing with his only daughter."

"I can see he's really nervous," laughed Betty as she shook Steve's hand. "We've seen you around town quite a lot, but we've never met. I'm a little curious how Cheryl wound up dancing with you, instead of Heather. She's beautiful, and she won't hesitate to tell you she is, and you don't even have to ask."

"Truthfully, I think Cheryl's extremely attractive. She reminds me a great deal of Gwen. That's why I asked her to dance. I found out that she's smart, a very good dancer, ranked high in her class, and is very serious about her future," added Steve. "She mentioned that she's been accepted to Duke, but lacks the money to attend this fall."

"We had some setbacks and then the economy went to hell in a hand basket," admitted Dan. "Cheryl's been an excellent daughter and we intend to help her all we can. We just have to clean up some outstanding debt first. We're both working good jobs now and things are looking up."

"That's why I wanted to speak with you. I think Lady in Red would be very interested in funding Cheryl's undergraduate studies. Would you be willing to talk to our people about it?" asked Steve.

"You'd do that for her? She's not going naked in your movies, or on vacation with you. If that's what you're thinking, then..." managed Betty before Steve interrupted her.

"I don't know why you and Cheryl think I'd try something like that, but I never would. She's a special person and we'd like her to work for Lady in Red when she's out of school, but there'd be no obligation, especially not anything sexual," concluded Steve without totally concealing his annoyance.




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"But why would you do this for her if you're not asking for anything in return?" demanded a suspicious Dan. "We're both having a little trouble accepting this turn of events. No one's ever done anything like this to help us."

"I understand you're skepticism, but we like to invest in the future, and Cheryl certainly has a bright future. Just speak with our representative and listen with an open mind," urged Steve. "May I have one last dance with your daughter before I return her to her friends?"

"We just need to remind her to be careful and stay out of trouble. Her class is staying the evening and touring the city tomorrow. We're taking the bus back tonight," stated Betty. "I want you to know that we're extremely proud of you and Gwen. You've made Sparta a household name, and it's a good one. Thank you for taking the time to speak with us and for being so kind to Cheryl, and I'm sorry if I seemed overly suspicious."

Steve danced one more song with Cheryl before he returned her to her friends. They had been talking with Gwen, but it was obvious that they all were well aware that Steve was dancing with their classmate. Steve introduced her to Gwen when they rejoined the group. 

"Gwen, this is Cheryl Baxter. Cheryl, this lady is Gwen Anderson," introduced Steve as he watched the two women standing together.

"Hello, Cheryl. No matter where we go, Steve always finds the most beautiful girl in the room. He's a great dancer, isn't he?" smiled Gwen as she took Steve's arm and squeezed it tightly to her chest.

"He's amazing," agreed Cheryl. "I know I'm not beautiful, but thanks for saying that. I can't tell you how much I admire you and all of the things you've accomplished. You were amazing today when you rescued that Bill Hardy."

"Thank you for the compliment, but what are you saying about not being beautiful? Steve, did you forget to mention to Cheryl how pretty you thought she was? That's not like you."

Steve had been watching Gwen and Cheryl interact. He couldn't help but think how much Cheryl reminded him of Gwen when he first met her. "I told her that she reminded me of you, and I can't compliment a woman any more than that."

"That's a compliment for me," responded Gwen as she studied the girl more closely. "I can see some similarities, but you think that she reminds you of me, when we first met?"

"I was wondering if you or Steve would see that," chimed in Ms. Walker. "I've noticed it from the first day I had her in class. When Steve picked her out to dance with him, I knew he saw it, too. It's not just her looks, but her demeanor and attitude. You were very shy and unassuming in high school, at least before you teamed up with Steve to become the successful woman you are today."

The other kids were listening to the conversation quite closely. It was obvious that they were seeing Cheryl in a new light. At that moment, Ashley hurried up to speak to Gwen.

"President Hanson has just arrived! He's looking for you and Steve," reported Ashley with excitement and pride.

"Excuse me, everyone," apologized Gwen as she took Steve's hand. "I can't be rude to the President. Thanks so much for coming and good luck in the future!" 

President Hanson had several of the more important members of government standing near him when Gwen and Steve approached. Steve chuckled to himself as Gwen simply brushed past the fawning politicos and warmly embraced President Hanson. Hanson grinned at Steve as he wrapped his arms around Gwen while Steve stood at attention and saluted.

"It isn't my fault! She's hugging me," pointed out President Hanson as he pretended to be worried about Steve's reaction. "Gwen, I watched you and Steve on TV this afternoon. You constantly amaze me. You're great examples for the youth of the country. Actually, you're great examples for all of us."

Once President Hanson indicated to Steve that he could be 'at ease', Steve smiled and shook the hand of Mrs. Hanson. As he did so, he detected the relief on the faces of both the president and his wife. Much had been written and reported about the lack of government control over the rogue element of the CIA. Many reporters wondered how it would affect Gwen and Steve's close relationship with the president. Gwen's hug gave the president the answer he sought.

That's when Gwen noticed the man standing to the right of the president. "You came! I'm so happy you took the time. I want to thank you again for loaning me your overcoat this afternoon. That was very gentlemanly."

"Most of the members of the Supreme Court are gentlemen, unless they're ladies," offered President Hanson. "Perhaps you didn't recognize Justice James Hamilton? He witnessed your heroics in person this afternoon."

"It's good to meet you, Sir!" blurted Gwen as she stepped up to Justice Hamilton and hugged him warmly. "It was a very nice thing you did for me today and I really do appreciate it."

Gwen then noticed Mrs. Hamilton smiling broadly, so she immediately hugged her. "Mrs. Hamilton, thanks so much for helping to shield me while Steve helped me put my dress back on. I must have looked a sight!"

"My Dear, you were truly a sight, and one that my husband is not going to soon forget. All of the other men present were rather upset when James offered you his overcoat. You were an absolute vision," praised the older woman.

Gwen chatted briefly with Justice Hamilton and his wife before they excused themselves to speak with a Senator. Gwen turned back to President and Mrs. Hanson. 

"Could you both come with me?" asked Gwen. She then took the president and first lady by their hands and led them toward the contingent from Sparta. She stopped by the group from her high school first.

"Mr. President and Mrs. Hanson, these are students from our high school in Sparta," indicated Gwen as she began introducing President and Mrs. Hanson to the kids. Steve was amazed that Gwen was able to remember all of the names after hearing them just a few minutes earlier.

It was quite evident that the students were awe struck by meeting President Hanson. They flashed big grins even while they shook Hanson's hand nervously. Once all of the students had met the president, Gwen took him and his wife over to meet the folks from her home town.

William Patterson was practically stuttering as he whispered to Ted and Paula. "Gwen's leading President Hanson and his wife around like school kids! She's in total control of the situation without seeming rude or pushy. Look how pleased the Hansons are to meet her constituents. Now look at the other politicians watching her. They're stunned. They wish they'd been able to introduce the president to their voters. Your daughter is polite but confident, and people respond to her. There are no limits for that girl!" 

The Sparta contingent beamed with pride as their freshman representative introduced them to President Hanson. It simply solidified their already very positive feelings for Gwen. Then Gwen led the first couple over to her group of personal friends to introduce them.

"Gwen, people are often judged by the friends they keep," observed President Hanson as he looked over Gwen's personal entourage after being introduced. "You have the most impressive group of friends I've ever encountered. These young men are accomplished and very capable, while these ladies are beautiful and extremely intelligent. You certainly attract good people, starting with your Lieutenant Hammer. You already have Washington eating out of your hand, and this is only your first day in office!"

Gwen was beaming with pride at the president's words when she noticed Ashley hurry toward the entrance of the large room. Looking ahead to Ashley's apparent destination, Gwen saw the same poorly dressed man that had assisted her from the frigid river earlier in the day. It appeared that the man had a small child with him and that hotel security was barring his entrance. Gwen quickly excused herself and headed after Ashley. 

"You need to allow this man inside right now!" demanded Ashley as she hurried to confront the two security men. "He and this child are most certainly welcome! Step aside and let them enter."

"Ma'am, the President is here. There's no way we're letting homeless people into the same room. You handle the politics and we'll take care of the panhandlers," assured the bigger of the two men as he took Ashley's arm and tried to lead her away from the confrontation.

"Remove your hand from Ashley, immediately!" demanded Gwen as she took in the scene in a glance. "You're on very thin ice, and if you persist, you'll find yourself looking for a new job."

"I'm just following instructions," insisted the man as his hand remained on Ashley's arm. "She was interfering with the security of President Hanson, as well as your own safety, Ms. Anderson. That man and the kid can't be allowed into an event like this. It wouldn't be long and we'd have all sorts of trash trying to get in. You ladies need to go back to socializing and let us decide who's allowed in and who isn't."

Before Gwen was able to reply, Steve pressed up very close to the man and spoke in a very low, forceful manner. The big security man turned a sickly pale as he released Ashley's arm and hastily left the room.

Gwen simply looked into Steve's poker face briefly before smiling at him. "You sure have a way with words. I've noticed that whenever you talk all low and raspy-like, men seem to decide to leave the area in a hurry. Come on with me to welcome this man!"  

As soon as Ashley had been released by the burly security man, she rushed to catch the man with the child before he was lost from sight as he headed back toward the exit.

"Sir! Please come in! I apologize for that unfortunate reception. It didn't reflect Gwen Anderson's methods, or attitude," managed Ashley as she took the man's hand and then reached down with her other hand to the child. The little girl looked at her hand, then at her father's hand being grasped by Ashley, and placed her hand inside Ashley's. 

Gwen and Steve came upon them as Ashley led them into the ballroom. "Thanks, Ashley. Steve, this man was a tremendous help this afternoon. I had pulled Hardy to shore and a policeman took him from me, but my feet were numb. I couldn't feel the ground under my feet. This gentleman was up to his chest in water when he took my arm and escorted me back to shore. Once the water was ankle deep, all sorts of chivalrous guys rushed out to help me."

"Sir, anyone that helps Gwen does me a favor," stated Steve as he put his hand out and shook with the other man. "I don't forget them. I'm Steve Hammer. I haven't heard your name."

"It's Richard Drake," responded the shabbily dressed man as he shook hands and grinned at Steve. "You don't have to tell me who you are. Everyone knows you and Ms. Anderson, as well as your friends." 

"Who is this lovely little girl?" asked Gwen as she squatted down to the same level as the young girl. 

"I'm Ingrid. Mom died last year," responded the small, thin blonde girl as she looked from Gwen to Ashley. "She was pretty, like you and this lady. Daddy said we could come here and see some famous people and get something to eat."

"Ingrid!" sputtered her embarrassed father. "You don't tell people things like that!"

"Well, Sweetheart, you sure came to the right place!" insisted Ashley as she scooped the girl up. "We'll go over to the buffet and get something to eat. Do you like chicken, steak, potatoes, any vegetables?"

Gwen noticed Richard Drake's discomfort and decided to try to set him at ease. She took him by the hand and started after Ashley. "Come with me and we'll get something to eat. Then I want you to tell me how you came to be at the river this afternoon and how you realized I needed help. I thought I covered it up quite well."

Steve simply smiled and shook his head as everyone in the room watched Gwen as she graciously welcomed the poorly dressed man to her affair. She had just been speaking to the President of the United States and now she was warmly chatting with a man obviously in need.

"Isn't that the man that helped Gwen out of the river this afternoon?" asked Becky as she stood with the Andersons and watched her sister fawn over the small child while Gwen was extremely attentive to the girl's father.

"You're right! I have to thank him," announced Paula as she started over to Gwen, followed by Lisa, Kate, and several friends.

"Thank you for helping my daughter out of the river today!" praised Paula as she gave the surprised man a hug. If Paula's hug caught him off guard, he was soon totally flabbergasted as one beautiful woman after another gave him a warm hug and a sincere 'thank you' for helping Gwen. 

Ms. Walker was speaking to the students from her school as they watched the interaction between the ragged looking man and Gwen's entourage. "That's why Gwen was elected to Congress and why she has so many important people here at her celebration. Every person is important to her. All lives matter. I overheard that he's the man that helped her out of the river after she saved Bill Hardy's life. He was on TV for a short while as he helped her ashore, but I had forgotten what he looked like, but not Gwen. She'll make certain that the man knows just how much she appreciates his assistance."

"Oh, my God!" mumbled one of the senior boys as his jaw dropped when a stunning blonde woman entered the room and made her way toward Steve. 

"Steve! It's so good to see you. I just arrived in time to see you and Gwen on the TV monitors in the airport. You're such a brave man. You're a true American hero!" praised Nadiya Misko as she kissed Steve soundly on the lips before hugging him tightly. "Gwen is in politics now? I don't know how she does it all. I'll be going to the premier tomorrow night, even though I wasn't able to appear in the movie.

"You're always on the news in Ukraine. The hospital looks magnificent. I'm told it should be open by the spring. Will you be coming to Kiev for the grand opening?" asked the beautiful blonde while photographers circled the couple, snapping pictures.

"Yes, we'll be there!" responded Gwen as she tugged Nadiya from Steve's arms and warmly embraced her. "I hear that your dad has a lot of influence with the government these days. I'm so glad that cooler, wiser heads are prevailing."

"Father will be so glad to hear that you feel that way. He still speaks of that night in Moscow when you danced with him, twice! My mother just smiles and reminds him that Steve was very attentive to her as well.

"The hospital has been a godsend already. The construction brought many jobs to our city and when it opens, there will be many people with steady employment, not to mention all of the sick and injured children that will be treated and cured. I have to thank Jordan and Charlie, too. You four are heroes in Kiev and all of the Ukraine," gushed Nadiya as she remained close to Gwen.

"Come and visit President Hanson for a minute," invited Gwen as she took the blonde woman's hand and led her toward Hanson. Nadiya quickly grabbed Steve's hand with her free one and the trio made their way to where President Hanson and his wife were seated.

"Sir, you remember Nadiya Misko, don't you?" asked Gwen. "Her father is very influential in Ukraine politics and government. She's very active herself, although she tries to use the 'dumb blonde' routine quite often."

"Of course!" replied President Hanson as he shook the blonde beauty's hand. "Your father has been a very stabilizing influence in the government. Steve will be going to Hungary later in the month. Maybe he'll be able to stop in Kiev and meet with your father?"

"Steve might come to Kiev? I am certain that my father will see him," promised Nadiya. "I will personally take him home so Papa will have no choice!"

"I'm not sure that Steve will be available for that particular trip," interrupted Gwen with a smile. "He's promised to straighten out his sock drawer and that may be the week he'll be undertaking that task."

"What?" asked a visibly upset Nadiya. "He was socks to worry about and cannot come to Kiev?"

"I think Gwen may be teasing you," opined President Hanson with a grin. "It's my guess that you appeared a bit too eager to welcome Steve to your country, so she's asserting her influence with Steve."

"That was a joke? I appeared too eager to welcome Steve?" laughed Nadiya. "Gwen is so jealous. I steal her boyfriend all the time. She's used to it. Besides, when he is ordered by his President, he cannot disobey so that he can do things to his socks. If you ordered him to be especially nice to important Ukraine girl, he would have to follow your orders, would he not?"

"I'm not even going to comment on that," laughed Hanson. "It looks like you'll be collecting combat pay, Lieutenant Hammer. I'll be interested in hearing how your trip goes. We want to maintain good relations with all of our friends in Eastern Europe."

"There, Gwen. You heard your president. He wants Steve to have good relations with Eastern European friend. That would be me, and it will be very good!" asserted Nadiya as she possessively pulled Steve's arm to her ample chest.

For her part, Gwen simply stared at Steve until he pried Nadiya's hands off his arm and moved closer to Gwen. 

"Hero is afraid of girl in red dress?" asked Nadiya as she arched her eyebrows and acted surprised. "What have you done to this man? He is under a spell or something. We still have practicing witches in Ukraine. We will have one remove the spell this woman has cast upon the poor man."

"I'm afraid that spell is stronger than any magic you may be able to find," stated Steve confidently. "Besides, if I'm happy with the spell, why would you want to remove it?"

"Have you not looked into a mirror?" questioned Nadiya. "You are strong, handsome, brave, wealthy, kind, and loyal. That's the ideal man, in any country. Gwen is very selfish."

Many people were watching the byplay between Gwen, Nadiya, Steve and President Hanson. They could almost guess what was being said by the way Steve removed himself from Nadiya's strong grip and moved closer to Gwen as President Hanson and his wife laughed quite heartily.

"Look how comfortable Steve and Gwen are with the President of the United States!" proudly pointed out Ms. Walker to her students. "You're seeing history tonight. I'm sure you all watched the movie that Gwen starred in about the making of a queen. Now you're seeing it in real life. The most influential and powerful politicians and leaders in the country are here this evening, paying tribute to a rising star. They can see the influence that Gwen and Steve have, and they're trying to curry their favor. The face of politics in this city is about to change."

Paula, Ted, and the rest of Gwen's family and friends watched the interaction between President Hanson, Nadiya, Gwen, and Steve with equal amounts of pride and amazement. 

"Sis is joking with President Hanson, and he's laughing!" exclaimed Kate to the others. "This isn't something rookies in Congress usually do, I'm sure. Steve and Gwen are becoming totally awesome. They have the ear of every important person in the country. Oops! It looks like I should have said every important person in the world!"

As Kate had been speaking, Vlad Novokov had entered the ballroom with Anna Chekov. They briefly looked around until one of their security people pointed to Steve and Gwen still chatting with President Hanson and his wife. The couple made their way across the floor toward Gwen and Steve.

Steve broke into a big smile as he shook hands with Vlad and then hugged Anna. "Vlad! It's great to see you! Thanks so much for coming to our little celebration. Anna, you look stunning.

"President Hanson, Mrs. Hanson, this is Vlad Novokov and his beautiful fiancé, Anna Checkov," managed Steve as the two men shook hands. "This lovely lady next to me is Nadiya Misko."




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"It is good to see you all again. We have met before, but it's always good to have memories refreshed," responded Vlad as he politely shook Nadiya's hand, and then Anna did the same. The rather cool greeting reminded Gwen that Ukraine and Russia weren't on the best terms.

After some small talk, Gwen excused herself and led Anna and Nadiya back to her family and friends as Steve and Vlad spoke with President Hanson. Her friends knew of the strained relations between Russia and Ukraine and quickly surrounded the two young women and began separate conversations, keeping the two women busy and separated. Soon they were all laughing and enjoying themselves.

Meanwhile, Ashley was still spending time with Richard Drake and his daughter. "Mr. Drake, would you come to our premier party tomorrow night? It'll be right here and begin around eight. You helped Gwen when she needed it and she always repays kindnesses."

"I don't think that would be a good idea," replied the man softly and with some embarrassment. "I have to care for Ingrid, and it's painfully obvious that we don't have the right clothes for an event like this. I probably shouldn't have come, but Ingrid's been asking about the beautiful woman I helped out of the river. I wanted her be able to tell her kids and grandkids that she had the opportunity to meet Gwen Anderson. We should be going."

"I don't know how to say this tactfully, so here it is. I'd be happy to go shopping with you tomorrow to get some new clothes for the premier. It's the least we can do for you," reasoned Ashley.

"I understand you have good intentions, but I can't accept charity. Ingrid and I are doing just fine," replied Drake icily.

"Are you? Look at your little girl. I mean really look at her! She's much too thin, her dress is too small, and she needs a bath. I can understand a man being proud, but it's wrong when stubborn pride harms a child!" responded Ashley with some heat. 

"You think getting some clothes will solve my problems, or put weight on Ingrid? I'm doing the best I can and I don't need your patronizing attitude," insisted the man Ashley now knew as Richard Drake.

"I think a hot bath and a good night's sleep in a warm bed will be an excellent start for Ingrid. We have extra rooms reserved here. Haven't you ever heard about how Lady in Red Productions tries to help people? That's all I'm asking. If you don't do it for yourself, then accept it for your daughter. It's cold, and now it's snowing outside," added Ashley.

The man looked at his daughter standing beside him. He reached down and ran his hand along her thin face and sighed. "I guess we could accept your generous offer for one night. I've been worried about Ingrid's health."

Ashley flashed a huge smile as she once again took the little girl's hand and led her from the room with her father following closely. Twenty minutes later, Ashley was scrubbing what looked like weeks of grime off the little girl as she sat in Ashley's bath tub. She had been startled to see just how thin the little girl was as she helped her undress. As the child sat in the tub and tried to wash herself off, Ashley made a phone call. 

By the time the little girl was clean and dry, a young woman that worked for the hotel delivered several boxes to her room. Ashley and Ingrid spent the next ten minutes looking at the items in the boxes after she had donned a pair of warm pajamas that Ashley had produced for her.

By the time they were finished, there was a knock on the door. Ashley smiled at the change in the man standing before her when she opened it. He was wearing a hotel robe, but he was clean shaven and looked much better. Ashley realized that he'd actually be quite handsome if he gained some weight and smiled more.

"Daddy! Look at my pajamas, and at all of my new clothes! Miss Ashley said I could keep them! Isn't she nice?" asked the little girl as she hugged her father. 

"Yes, she's very nice. You look beautiful in your new pajamas. It's time for us to go to sleep, so thank Miss Ashley and tell her good night. Then we'll go to our room," replied Drake as he wiped at his eyes with the back of his hand.

It was just after six the next morning when Gwen and Steve heard knocking at their door. They had just finished making love and were enjoying the afterglow when they heard someone at their door. Gwen quickly pulled on a robe and headed for the door while Steve retreated to the bathroom.

"Ashley! And Ingrid! This is a surprise," greeted Gwen as she flashed a questioning look at her friend. "Come in. What can I do for you this morning?"

"Gwen, I want to ask a favor. I gave Ingrid and her father a room last night so they could clean up and have a warm place to sleep. We've already had a breakfast in his room. I asked Richard a lot of personal questions while we ate. I think we should give him a job! I can email you a list of his qualifications and some references. He's been having a tough time..."

"Absolutely!" replied Gwen as she smiled to hide her surprise since Ashley never asked for favors and this was totally unexpected. "I don't know how to make this any clearer to you. We have total trust in you and we'll do anything we can to help you in anything you want to do. You do what you feel is right for this wonderful little girl and her kind, gentlemanly father. Lady in Red Productions will support any decision you make."

"We all feel the same about that," added Steve as he stepped out of the bathroom. "I can see how this little princess could steal your heart. She's adorable."

"Thanks so much! I'll explain everything later," promised Ashley as she led Ingrid back out the door.

"That was unexpected," admitted Gwen as she hugged Steve. "She texted me last night and said that she was tired and going to bed early when I asked her where she disappeared to. You don't think she fancies that Richard Drake, do you? He was a great help to me yesterday, but he didn't look like Ashley's type."

"A shave and a haircut can make quite a difference," reasoned Steve as he slid his hand inside Gwen's robe and gently squeezed her breasts. "Now I'm curious, but you were right to tell her that we trust her implicitly. I'll see what I can find out about the man." 

It was a happy group that gathered for breakfast in a reserved dining room. "I want to tell you how proud we are of you, Gwen," began Ted as Steve helped Gwen into her seat. "I can't believe that you're just twenty-five years old when I watch you interact with people, including President Hanson."

"Yeah! We saw you put Nadiya in her place when she making eyes at Steve right in front of everyone. Even President Hanson was laughing," recalled Kate with pride. 

"Thanks, Dad, and everyone," responded Gwen. "It's no secret that I owe a lot to Steve, Jordan, and Charlie for any success that I've enjoyed. The rest of you have encouraged and supported me, so I feel this is a team victory and you all deserve credit."

"That's all touching, but what about tonight?" asked Charlotte. "We've got a premier to get ready for. I was in the movie and I expect critics to start recognizing my talent pretty soon. I may be in big demand by this time next year."

"Hey, you already are!" insisted Billy as he rubbed Charlotte's back possessively.

"I mean for my acting skills; not for my incredible love making abilities, unless it's a love scene with some sexy hunk."

"Okay, I'll do a love scene with you in our next movie," promised Billy just before Charlotte hit him with several sugar packets.

"If the children can quiet down, I have some important news," interjected Stephanie. "Yesterday, Ellen was in a car accident. She's going to be okay, but she needs surgery for a broken femur as well as some facial reconstruction. She won't be healed by Academy Award time, so the ABS Network is looking for a fill in host, or hosts. They asked if Jordan, Charlie, Gwen and Steve would be interested in sharing the duties. 

"Unless there's some good reason against it, you're doing it! That show's seen by millions, if not billions. You guys would be perfect and it would garner a lot of free PR for the company. I told them that you wouldn't agree unless they gave Steve and Gwen a big dance number and Jordan and Charlie the chance to sing. That'll help promote the movies we'll be making next summer."

"We get to do a 'big dance number'? We don't have a big dance number," Gwen reminded her ambitious cousin.

"You will by then," insisted Stephanie. "Mom has a great idea for you guys. It'll take a lot of practice, but you'll show the world what you can do, and you'll pique interest for your next movie. I'm going to tell them they have a deal, unless I hear a good reason not to in the next few seconds.

"No objections? Okay. You all know that the sound track Jordan and Charlie wrote for the movie is taking off. They've already had a hit with 'Worth the Fight' and it looks like 'Diana' will be even bigger. It was released last Monday and is really catching on. Jordan and Charlie always come through for us, no matter what kind of movie we make. They just sit down and write great music.

"Reviews have recently been coming out about the movie, 'Diana', and they're raves! The critics thought it was going to be another stupid comic book adaptation with unbelievable people using super powers all of the time," continued Stephanie. "They were very impressed with how human the characters were in the movie. Gwen was perfect as a warrior princess who's totally clueless about men. 

"That's what makes this movie so special. Gwen, as well as the other Amazon women, have to learn when to trust men and when not to trust them, just like real life. The super hero stuff is played down for the most part. The reviews all mentioned how sexy all of the women looked in their costumes and how hot the love scene between Gwen and Steve is. A lot of people go to your movies now just to see you two make love."

Gwen was blushing slightly at Stephanie's words when she recognized a couple standing by the entrance to the dining room and used their appearance to change the subject. 

"Mr. and Mrs. Walker! Please come over and join us for some breakfast," insisted Gwen as Pete looked over his shoulder to see his parents moving in his direction. "Pete has some difficulty seeing past Becky, so forgive him for not noticing that you had entered the room."

"These are my parents, Mildred and Ben Walker," introduced Pete as he hugged his mother and shook hands with his father. "This is Gwen Anderson, Kate Anderson, Lisa Hunter, Charlotte..."

"Son, I've read enough on the internet to recognize everyone at the table," interrupted Mildred Walker. "Becky, is my son treating you with the proper respect? If he isn't, I'll take him aside right now." 

"Yes, Mrs. Walker, he is," laughed Becky as she hugged the woman. "Since he made the effort to save my life, and my sister's, he's been very good to me. I have to commend you on having such a brave, capable son. He sure came through for us."

"That's what I like to hear," beamed Mrs. Walker. "It's so much better than finding out that he's been rude and insulting to a lovely lady like you. I was worried that he'd lost his mind when I heard that he treated a young, beautiful woman so poorly."

"Please sit down and join us," insisted Steve. "You're here for the premier tonight and to visit your son, as I understand it. Let me express my appreciation of your son's quick thinking and brave actions when we really needed it. Are you related to any 'Walkers' in the Sparta area? "

"It would have to be pretty far back, since my father and grandfather were the only boys in their families," offered Ben Walker. "We'd be proud to sit at table with you folks. We're familiar with the heroic actions you and your friends have done for others, and for the country. Our friends asked us to tell you personally how proud they are of your company and its efforts for children and our veterans, when we met you."

"Mrs. Walker, us ladies are going to spend the morning shopping. This afternoon, we're going to a salon to get our hair, nails, and makeup done. Would you please join us?" asked Gwen.

"You'd let me tag along? What about Ben? I hate to just leave him alone."

"Would he mind hanging with the men? They don't require the maintenance us ladies need for these big events. Maybe he could enjoy a couple beers, shoot some pool, and catch up on things with Pete," suggested Becky.

"You just described his perfect day!" laughed Mildred Walker. "Thank you so much for making us feel so welcome. My friends couldn't believe why we were coming to Washington and who we were going to be meeting. Now I can tell them that you're as nice in real life as you are on TV and in the movies."

That evening, there was a very large and boisterous crowd in front of the theater hosting the premier. The ladies and their escorts arrived every five to ten minutes and the crowd cheered and gave the appropriate reactions to the beautiful women dressed so elegantly.

Quite a few politicians and actors made appearances. They walked the red carpet and waved to the crowd, and especially to the crews that were filming for news bureaus and entertainment programs. Jordan and Charlie arrived next to last. Charlie was well groomed and looked quite handsome in a tux, but Jordan was a show stopper. Her black dress was open to the navel with a small silver chain holding it together at her bosom. The dress drew the eye to the swell of her breasts. She looked incredible.

Finally, Steve and Gwen stepped from the limo, with Steve exiting first so Gwen's modesty was preserved as she climbed from the back seat. Once he helped her stand, he turned and led her up the red carpet. He grinned as he heard the gasps and groans from the crowd.

Gwen was wearing a red dress, designed by her company for the event. It was slit in the front, exposing a lot of her long, shapely legs. The top molded to her substantial bosom and showed quite a lot of cleavage. Cameras flashed constantly as Gwen smiled and posed for the cameras. Steve did his best to smile while striking poses that he hoped would work okay. It took almost fifteen minutes for Gwen and Steve to reach their seats.

Steve had not previewed the movie and he was pleasantly surprised at how good it was. The human element had been stressed while the super power part had been downplayed. It blended romance and action very smoothly. Jordan and Naomi were especially beautiful in their Amazon outfits. Jordan was petite, but voluptuous, while Naomi looked like a true Amazon. She played the role of Nubia, a dark Amazon with skills equal to Wonder Woman's. As he watched, Steve found himself wondering how her top managed to remain in place. 

Becky was gorgeous as Gwen's bodyguard, and her missing hand simply made her more believable as a woman in a tribe of Amazons warriors. But to Steve, and he admitted to himself that he could be biased, Gwen was the movie. She was incredible to watch when she was dressed as Wonder Woman. Her legs were long and toned, her waist was small, her stomach flat and her chest was impressive.

Even men with no interest in the plot would watch the movie a few times just to enjoy the beautiful, scantily clad women. Female fans would enjoy seeing the strength and ability of the Amazon women, but the real clincher was the tender love story in the movie. Steve found himself enjoying the movie a lot.

The party at the hotel after the premier was much more relaxed than the one the previous evening. Gwen was in tremendous demand for dances, interviews, and autographs. Through it all, she remained modest and thanked everyone that had been a part of the movie.

"You do realize that you have another blockbuster on your hands, don't you?" quizzed Stephanie as she danced with Steve. "I know this movie was Ashley's idea, and it was a great one. Gwen was unbelievably good and sexy as hell, but you stole the movie, in my opinion. You were just the right combination of shy and studly. It was so cool how Gwen did that double take when she first saw you remove your shirt. She had been told about men and thought she knew what to expect, but she sure didn't expect anything like how you looked. 

"It was a lot like the first time we saw you at Gwen's house and you took off your shirt to race Kate in the pool. I got wet just looking at you, and I think every other female there had the same reaction. Kate was speechless when you climbed out of the pool, and as you know, that doesn't happen too often.

"Pulling Amber and that dumbass, Hardy, out of the river was the best PR possible for the movie. Our people think we'll have one of the best winter openings ever. I have to thank you for giving me this job. I know it's because I'm a cousin and not because of any proven skills, but that makes me appreciate it even more. Being around you and Gwen is the best thing that has ever happened to me. You're both so generous and kind to me. I just wish I was your girlfriend, even though I'd never want to see Gwen hurt in any way. You're far and away the best guy I've ever known."

"Steph, being a cousin did help you land the job, but we wouldn't have given you so much responsibility if we didn't feel you could handle it, and you've done a great job so far! We plan of keeping you around for a very long time. Do you need a raise or something?" responded Steve as he held the beautiful woman in his arms.

"No, I'm not asking for a raise! I couldn't believe it when I saw my first paycheck! There's way more being withheld than I used to take home. Then you're going to build a home for me in Asgard, at no expense to me. I'm just trying to tell you how grateful I am, and that I love you a lot, okay? Can we leave it at that? 

"I used to be upset with Mom because she was so obviously infatuated with you. I was afraid it would make Dad jealous and cause a problem in their marriage. It finally dawned on me that Dad really likes you and he seems to enjoy seeing Mom flirt and tease you. He trusts you more than he does Mom, I think. Regardless, they are more romantic now than when I was a kid and they've been married twenty five years."

"Your mother is an extremely attractive woman," admitted Steve. "I don't want you, or her, to think that she's safe around me. She knows what she does to me, so maybe you'd better tell your dad to keep a close eye on her when I'm around."

"I know you're teasing me. Remember that I've known you for six years. You've had all sorts of gorgeous women practically throw themselves at you, including Mom and Aunt Paula, but I'd bet a year's pay that you've never had sex with anyone but Gwen," stated Stephanie with certainty.

"When you put it that way, it makes me sound pretty pathetic," reasoned Steve. "I should be sowing my wild oats, sleeping with a different babe every night."

"I know you're still teasing, but I want to be first if you do decide to go that route," laughed Stephanie. "I'd forgotten how much I enjoy being with you and what a wicked sense of humor you have at times. You and Gwen are building a dynasty and I'm just glad to be a part of it. You're legend!"

The song ended and Steve escorted Stephanie back to her seat. She blushed when she saw that Paula, Diane, Kate and Gwen were smiling knowingly at her. 

"Maybe you should go change your panties," suggested Kate. "We were all watching you snuggling up to Steve and laughing at every word he said. Did you offer to sleep with him?"

"Well, the subject may have come up," admitted Stephanie with a big smile. "Steve did mention that maybe he should be sowing his wild oats, so I simply pointed out that I was available, but he seemed to want Mom more than me. He said that Dad had better keep an eye on her when she's around Steve."

"Steve really said that?" asked a pleased Diane before she realized how she sounded. "I mean, why would he say such a thing? I'm a married woman, and he's spoken for."




Lady in Red Pt. 02 Ch. 14



"Because he knows that I know that he thinks my mother is hot and he was using you to tease me. It's about me, not you, Mom. Even if he seduces you, it's just to get my attention," insisted Stephanie. "You'd be a sacrifice to reach his real objective, which is my much younger body."

"Did he mention me at all?" asked Paula with a grin. "Is he going to wade through the whole family, sowing his wild oats hither and yon?"

"Okay, I think we've gotten as far with this as we can carry it," complained Gwen. "I've been propositioned at least four times tonight but now I'm worried about my family stealing my boyfriend. He's not the only person in demand around here."

"Maybe you should take some of the guys up on their offer," replied Stephanie with a straight face. "You just might find a better lover; a stronger, braver, better looking man."

"Yeah, like that would happen!" snorted Gwen. "What I would find would be every female relative I have jumping into bed with my guy, the very best lover, best looking, strongest, bravest man on the planet. Of course you'd have to beat that blonde bombshell to the punch."

As Gwen spoke she looked at Steve leading Nadiya around the dance floor, indicating the bombshell to which she was referring. "You saw the love scene we did in the movie tonight. He's even more passionate and demanding in real life. I don't think you ladies could handle what he brings to the party. You're better off letting me handle him."

After Steve finished his dance with Nadiya, Gwen joined him for a slow dance. By the time the song ended, they were surrounded by photographers and reporters.

"Well, at least they waited until the party was almost over," sighed Gwen as she turned and began responding to questions. Steve found it interesting that there was an equal number of reporters from serious news organizations and from entertainment shows. He let Gwen handle most of the questions, responding only when a question was asked directly to him.

Questions ranged from how Gwen kept her Wonder Woman costume up to how she stood on the proposed pipeline from Canada. Gwen was very good at deflecting questions that she felt were either too personal, or too controversial. She finally ended the interview and took Steve by the hand and moved around to thank everyone for attending. 

A familiar looking man approached Gwen and Steve. They exchanged glances and shrugged, realizing that neither of them recognized the man.

"You don't remember me, do you?" laughed the man. "I'm Richard Drake. I was here last night with my daughter? I look a lot better cleaned up, don't I?"

"Oh! Yes, you do!" exclaimed Gwen as she hugged the man warmly. "You look much more comfortable and relaxed."

"I just wanted to thank you for giving me a position with your company," continued the man. "I was pretty much at the end of my rope. I never guessed that helping you leave the river yesterday would benefit me so much. Ingrid is happier than she's been in a very long time. I just want you to know how grateful I am. I won't let you down, I promise."

Concealing her confusion, Gwen smiled and nodded to what appeared to be her newest employee. "I'm sure you'll do a great job! We always can use good people. Thanks again for helping me yesterday."

As soon as Richard Drake left them, Gwen whispered quietly to Steve. "It looks like Ashley's been busy today. That's why she wasn't with us at the salon. She said she had business to take care of. Mr. Drake cleans up quite well, doesn't he?"

"I just saw you talking to Richard!" came a worried voice from behind them. "I know I should have gotten it approved, but he was so despondent, I felt like I had to help him and his adorable little girl as fast as I could. I gave him a job! He's working for Lady in Red. I made up a position just for him. He's going to be working to help the homeless in the city.

"Please don't be upset until you hear me out," quickly added Ashley. "I thought that...'

"I've already heard enough," stated Steve flatly. 

"I'm so sorry!" apologized a very contrite Ashley. "I'll hand in my resignation and explain to Richard that I overstepped my authority by about a mile."

"Why would you even think of doing that?" quizzed Gwen. "Are you trying to hit us up for a raise? Is that what this is about? Okay, we'll pay you ten percent more if you'll stay with us."

"What? No! I wasn't trying to get a raise. I thought when Steve said that he heard enough, he was angry about me making decisions for the company that I have no right doing," responded a confused Ashley.

"Ashley, why can't you accept that you're stuck with us?" chuckled Steve. "I heard enough to know that we'd go along with whatever you did. We have total faith in you. Look how well the movie is doing, and that was pretty much your brainchild. You hire whomever you want and pay them whatever you feel is right. You're a big part of our success, as well as a part of our family. Let's plan on discussing this on the trip to Sparta tomorrow, but rest assured that Gwen and I will back you completely."

Once again, Steve held a sobbing Ashley in his arms while many of the people at the party watched. He held her quietly until she calmed down. Then he tilted her chin and kissed her quickly on the lips.

"You've got to get over these insecurities. You're the whole package, smart, honest, beautiful, hard working, and beautiful. Work on your confidence. You're very important to us and we want you with us as long as you're willing to put up with us," concluded Steve.

"You said beautiful twice!" grinned Ashley through her tears. "Thanks Steve. Gwen, you've got the best guy in the world, but you deserve him. I'm so lucky that you both treat me so well. I'll tell you all about it tomorrow. Congratulations on the movie's reviews and the great party tonight."

"Excuse me," came a voice next to Steve as he felt a tap on his shoulder. "I think I owe this big lug some thanks."

Steve looked over his shoulder to see Amber Stahl smiling at him. She had a large band-aid on her forehead that obviously covered a small knot, but otherwise looked fine.

"You've ruined me for trying to be objective when I report about you two," confessed Amber as she hugged Steve warmly. "I don't remember much after we hit the water, but I watched the videos on TV and online. You saved my life, but you seem to make a habit of saving lives. I can't tell you how grateful I am. If you ever need anything from me, just ask. I'll never forget what you did for me. Gwen, this guy is a keeper!"

The next day saw Gwen and Steve in Sparta. The premier was scheduled for seven PM and the town was bustling with visitors. They gathered at Marsh's for a late lunch before preparing for the first premier ever held in the relatively small town.

"Lady in Red is now committed to funding a homeless shelter in Washington D.C." began Gwen. "Ashley set this up when she met the homeless man that helped me out of the river Thursday. I know that we usually discuss these things first, but Ashley was concerned about the mental health of the man and his little girl.

"She found out that he was a very successful stock broker until his wife was diagnosed with uterine cancer. He leveraged everything he had to try to find a cure. He took her to Mexico and then Hong Kong, hoping that alternative treatments might help. Sadly, she died last spring and he lost everything he had. He was finally evicted from his home just before Christmas and has been living day to day, sometimes being put up by friends and sometimes sleeping outside, with his six year old daughter.

"You might ask why a smart, successful guy would wind up on the street, but while his wife was dying, and after she died, he was an emotional wreck. He just gave up until he finally realized what it was doing to his daughter. Ashley feels he's worth helping. She's created a position for him to help homeless people and to shelter them. She wants to find a place to dedicate as a homeless shelter. You all know how neighborhoods resist them, and with good reason. One of his chores will be to find a way to do it, not by force, but by negotiation.

"Ashley gave him and his daughter a room on our floor, as well as a job. She did this on her own without asking permission, or seeking any input from any of us owners. How do the rest of you feel about it?"

Charlie looked to Jordan, who nodded slightly for him to proceed. "Jordan and I support the idea a hundred percent. Ashley can do no wrong as far as we're concerned."

"Ashley is running Gwen's office, not Lady in Red, so she overstepped her bounds by committing us to this effort," pointed out Kate. "I think we need to agree that from now on, she was the power to do that, even if it wasn't clear before. Ashley's trying to help people, so how can we not support her? She makes me proud of this company."

"I'd like to suggest that I be placed in charge of any and all splinter organizations or causes that crop up within the company. Stephanie is doing great handling the everyday business of the company, but we need to let her focus on that and not keep adding to it," argued Lisa. "Jason and I totally support Ashley and her efforts, but feel it would be best to have more structure. Jason's already been working on systems to help people during and after disasters. This homeless shelter would dovetail in nicely with it and I think it's a responsibility that Jason and I should take on.

"I think I have the best partners in the world!" proclaimed Gwen. "These were all good ideas. Ashley, get with Lisa and Jason to take over the homeless shelter plan. Have Mr. Drake report to them directly. If any of us has something new that we feel needs immediate attention, we can expect support from the rest, but it's really best if we discuss it when possible. Then we'll hand it off to Lisa and Jason to make it happen!"

"I'm sorry about assuming too much with your finances and time, but it's a great cause and I'm extremely thankful that all of you support it," responded Ashley gratefully. "You guys are the best!" 

That evening was one the Spartan Nation would never forget. Celebrities and politicians were everywhere by the time the premier got started. Every hotel, motel, and bed and breakfast within fifty miles was booked full. The party was catered by local businesses. Locals, as well as tourists, got to meet Gwen and Steve, Jordan, Charlie, Naomi, Becky, and the rest of the cast. The movie managed the best winter opening in history and there was even Oscar buzz about the score written by Charlie and Jordan and the performances of Gwen and Steve. 

As the evening was wrapping up, Steve took a call on his cell. He stepped into a small office for a few minutes before returning to speak to Gwen and their friends.

"There's been a terrorist attack in Paris. An orphanage was bombed and quite a few kids were killed. Senator Chatham wants me to be prepared to go to Paris with her for the funerals on Tuesday and Wednesday. She feels my presence will help," concluded Steve.

"That's terrible!" exclaimed a suddenly saddened Gwen. "We can't stay away from Paris that long. We may be able to help. Stephanie, please let the pilots know that The Red Lady is headed for Paris later tonight. They need to file their flight plan. I'm sorry everyone, but Steve and I have to leave now to get ready for a very difficult few days."



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You're not thinking about going to Paris without Charlie and me, are you?" asked Jordan as soon as Gwen had announced her intentions.

"Oh, Jordan! I hate to ask anyone to go to funerals. This isn't going to be a fun, romantic trip," pointed out Gwen. "If you'd like to come with us, we'd be extremely glad to have you! I should've known that you'd want to help those poor kids. You're a true friend."

"And don't forget it!" kidded Jordan before turning to Charlie. "We need to get some clothes packed and be ready to go. I seem to recall meeting a really sweet guy in Paris a few years back. Even a sad trip to Paris will bring back some very nice memories."

"Hey, I have memories of Paris, too. Plus, I'd like to make some new ones with Chip, so save us a couple of seats," insisted Kate as she held Chip's hand.

"It looks like we're going to have a full aircraft," added Paula. "Let's just get a count of who's going so we know how many helicopters we'll need to get us all to the airport.

Eight hours later, Gwen, Steve and their group landed at Charles de Gaulle in Paris. An hour after that, their van pulled to a stop a few blocks from the orphanage that had been bombed. The streets were blocked so that traffic could get no closer.

"We can get a cab to take us back to the hotel," suggested Gwen as she stepped onto the sidewalk. "I know Lisa and Jason need to take care of Theresa and the rest of you are exhausted. Jordan, Charlie, Steve and I will join you guys at the hotel before too long. We just want to see if we can be any help here."

The foursome had only walked a short distance up the sidewalk when they were stopped by a gendarme. "My friends and I are here to see if we can help in some way," explained Steve in fluent French. "We came from The United States as soon as we heard about the tragedy. We're..."

"You're Steve Hammer! These beautiful ladies are Jordan Quick and Gwen Anderson, and you are Charles Burns!" exclaimed the policeman. "Allow me to ask my superior if I may permit you access."

"You may continue," stated the officer after a brief conversation on his communication device. "Your appearance here is most welcome. This has been a terrible time."

The group walked another block and turned a corner. They were stunned to see large chunks of brick and debris littered across the sidewalk and the narrow street. There were police everywhere. The building that housed the orphanage had one end completely missing. Jagged boards and concrete extended from the section of the building that remained standing. On the western side of the building was a fenced in playground area. Gwen's heart lurched when she saw children of various ages with bloody bandages occupying benches and sitting on the cold ground.

A well dressed man with a name tag approached and introduced himself in English. "I am Inspector Jacques Bordeaux. Your concern is greatly appreciated, but I don't know what you could possibly do to help the situation." 

"Sir, who owns this building? Who's in charge of the orphanage? Where are the children sleeping now? I think we can help if you allow us the opportunity," insisted Gwen as she surveyed the destruction all around.

"The lady in the green jacket over by the van is the supervisor. She can answer those questions for you, if you speak French," answered Inspector Bordeaux.

As they approached the woman, it was evident that she was having a very bad day. She was on a cell phone cajoling and then threatening the person on the other end of the conversation. When she looked up to see Gwen and Jordan standing in front of her, she disconnected her call and dropped the phone into a pocket.

"La Dame en Rouge!" proclaimed the woman as she first hugged Gwen and then Jordan before turning her attention to Charlie and Steve. She hugged the two men and gave them kisses on both cheeks. Then she started speaking rapidly in French.

Steve quickly explained that he'd be required to translate for everyone, so she needed to speak more slowly. It didn't take long for Gwen to ask the question that was on her mind.

"What are you going to do with the children that survived? Do you have somewhere to place them?" repeated Steve once Gwen had finished speaking.

"I'm trying to get the government to allow use of the old hospital on Rue Lepic. It was recently replaced by a larger one three blocks north. The owners are asking far more than we can afford. We depend on government assistance and donations and have very little reserves. I am hoping the government will intervene and force the owners to allow us temporary use of the facilities. It would suit our needs perfectly, with only minor alterations."

"Can you give me contact information for the owners?" asked Steve, knowing where Gwen had been headed with her questioning.

"Certainly, I have spoken to them several times today. I thought this tragedy would have softened their hearts, but such is not the case. They are holding firm on their price," replied the woman as she handed Steve a slip of paper with the information he requested.

Jordan, Charlie, and Gwen smiled at each other as Steve made the call. They had global calling plans on their cell phones so Steve had no difficulty reaching the owners. While they did not speak French, Gwen and Jordan were able to easily follow the conversation by Steve's tone and gestures. After a few minutes discussion, Steve disconnected.

"Let's get over to their office on Champs-Elysees and get this done right now," urged Steve. "They agreed to drop the asking price sixteen percent for a fast cash transaction.

"Madam, we'll acquire ownership of that building as fast as possible and then we'll donate it to your organization to use. We were thinking that we'd also buy this damaged building from you and refurbish it. Please find out how much you'll ask for it and let me know. Here's my card," offered Steve to the flabbergasted woman.

An hour later, Lady in Red Productions had a contract to purchase the old hospital, including the right to begin immediate repairs and upgrades. While they had been walking the ten blocks to the office on Champs-Elysees, Gwen had called Michelle D'Anjou and explained what they were trying to accomplish. Though her father was no longer French president, he was very well connected in Paris and quickly recommended a builder. By the time they had a signed agreement, the contractor had been hired to begin immediate renovations.

Michelle D'Anjou had been caught completely by surprise when Gwen laid out the plans for the old hospital. She was no stranger to real estate values in Paris and had a very good idea how much money Lady in Red Productions had to spend to gain ownership of the building.

Like everyone else in France, the terrorist bombing of the orphanage had disgusted and saddened Michelle. Gwen's call had been the first bit of good news she had received in what seemed like forever. Her American friends were actually making a difference and she marveled at their generosity.

Having completed the negotiations and signed the necessary documents, Steve phoned the lady in charge of the orphanage and told her what they had done. He asked her to meet with the contractor at the building so she could have input into what the orphanage would require in the way of renovations. Then he asked if the children needed a temporary place to stay. He was assured that the government had stepped in and supplied living space for the children. Tired, but content, Steve, Gwen, Charlie, and Jordan returned to the hotel, where they found the rest of their group having dinner.

"Well, Kate and Lisa, we just spent a big chunk of your money," began Gwen as she took a seat next to her mother.

"You should try the croissants," replied Kate. "They're to die for!"

"Don't you want to know what we did with your money, and how much we spent?" asked Gwen. "We spent a lot more than just a shopping spree."

"I wouldn't blame you guys if you spent every last nickel," answered Kate as she filled her plate. "You're the ones that earn it. I know that you wouldn't do anything stupid, but would probably do something extremely generous. We were trying guess what you guys would do, and what it would cost.

"Lisa said you'd pay for the funerals since the kids were orphans. Mom thought that you'd put the kids up in hotels until their place is rebuilt. I told them you'd probably buy another building to house the orphanage," finished Kate as she bit into her third croissant.

"You're right, Kate, but I like Lisa's and Paula's ideas, too," admitted Jordan. "Thanks, Kate and Lisa, for being so understanding of what we're trying to do with the company. We do make lots of money, but we're trying to do good deeds with it. I'm so glad all of us see these things the same way."

"So fill us in on what you guys managed in a few hours in Paris," coaxed Lisa. "We had a nap with the baby and Mom's going to take care of her while Kate, Stephanie, Chip, Jason, and I go sightseeing. Do you want to go with us?"

"I'm bushed," confessed Gwen. "By the time I finish eating, I'll be ready for a hot shower and some personal time with my guy. This time change thing has me out of kilter. It's only ten in the morning back home, but it sure feels later."

"Charlie and I are planning on getting some rest," added Jordan. "It's very tiring spending large sums of other peoples' money."

"So tell us what we bought and how much we spent," insisted Kate. "I need to know if I can still go shopping in these high fashion boutiques. Last time we were here, we had a couple hundred dollar allowance for the whole week."

"We didn't spend that much," assured Steve. "You can still go shopping to your heart's content. I can see that Chip's looking forward to it. They will serve wine and champagne to the better customers, Chip."

"How about beer?" asked Chip while the others laughed at his discomfort. "I'm hoping that not being able to speak French will limit Kate's shopping abilities."

"Not likely," laughed Paula. "They say that love is the universal language, but you'll find that when money talks, everyone listens, and understands, regardless of language barriers." 

Steve and Gwen went to their room, made love, and then fell asleep. By nine PM, Paris time, they were wide awake again. 

"Let's go see if Mom and Dad are still up," suggested Gwen. "If Theresa is awake, I'll get to play with her. She sure is cute."

"She is that," agreed Steve. "I don't think there's ever been homely girl in your family. She's going to be a heart breaker."

"I never told you, but Lisa wanted to name her after you, but I talked her out of it," admitted Gwen. "I told Lisa that our first child, be it a boy or a girl, would have your first name. That would make it confusing if there were two little 'Steves' or 'Stevies' running around Grandma's house. I'm worried about every woman we know wanting to name their kid after you before we have one."

"I doubt if it's that bad," chuckled Steve. "It would really feed the gossip columns if there were half a dozen babies named 'Steve' in our group."

"Sometimes I wonder if you have any idea how my female friends and relatives feel about you. They'd all have your babies if they thought it wouldn't cause any problems with the dynamics of our group," asserted Gwen.

"But we both know that it would cause serious problems, so it simply won't happen," insisted Steve as he led Gwen down the hall to her parents room and knocked on their door. "You're the only mother any kids of mine will have. You can take that to the bank." 

"You're so smooth," replied Gwen as she pulled Steve's face down for a lingering kiss as the door opened.

"Perhaps you should go back to your room for round two, or three, or whatever the count is," suggested Paula with a smile as she waited for the couple to disengage. "Come on in. There's some interesting stuff on TV, but we can't tell exactly what's being said."

Lisa, Kate, Stephanie, Jason, and Chip were already seated when Steve and Gwen entered the living area of the suite. Steve listened to the talking heads on TV for a few minutes before reporting to the others.

"The press has already discovered that Lady in Red Productions has purchased the old hospital. They know it's going to be renovated quickly and then become the new home for the orphans. The government has announced that it will cover all funeral and hospital expenses that resulted from the attack and will supply temporary living space for the kids. There's an uneasy feeling in the city that terrorists may make more attempts to murder and create mayhem," added Steve.

"What about all of those people that were interviewed?" asked Kate. "I heard your names mentioned a few times. What was that about?"

"It seems that a lot of the people in Paris approved of our decision to help the orphanage. They were expressing their gratitude."

"Okay, now what about some of the things the American politicians were saying? They didn't play what they said in English, but that guy looked like the cat just crapped in his oatmeal," opined Chip as he pointed to Senate Majority Leader Danson's face on the screen.

"Well, they seem to feel that those of us with Lady in Red Productions, and Gwen in particular, are trying to take advantage of the situation. They always see things through political glasses, while we're simply trying to help kids that really need it. Both Danson and the Speaker of the House Lancer have taken great pains to explain to the citizens of the US and France that we do not represent the U.S. Government," replied Steve. "They'll be leading the official American delegation that comes to Paris for the funerals. They've pointed out that we're not included in that delegation."

"Why is that so important to them?" wondered Gwen. "Who cares about things like that?"

"Professional politicians," responded Ted. "They don't know any other way to act. You're an unknown quantity to them. They understand politics and how to curry favor with the voting public. They assume that since you're getting good press here in Paris, it's politically motivated. It's all they understand."

During the discussion, Steve had picked up Theresa and carried her around the room. Lisa watched and smiled broadly. "You promised that you'd love my kids. It looks like you're keeping that promise. You'll make a great father."

"If and when he gets married," added Paula. "He seems to have honorable intentions, but I expect to see a ring on my daughter's hand before he becomes a father, at least of a grandchild of mine."

"We were just talking about that, Mom. Steve told me that I'd be the only mother his kids would ever have. Unless there's a trick in that statement someplace, I think it means that I'm the only woman that'll be giving birth to his children. That's a commitment, don't you think?"

"Not really, at least not in my book," responded Paula. "A commitment slides on your finger and declares you legally and morally bound to each other forever. Lisa and Jason are committed."

"How about Chip and me?" asked Kate. "I've already told him that I'll be having his kids."

"Once again, that isn't the commitment that I'm talking about," repeated Paula.

"Mom, you know Gwen wants to finish med school, and I want to finish law school before we get married. You'll scare these guys off if you keep talking about marriage," warned Kate.

"No fear here," responded Chip immediately. "And from what Steve's been telling me ever since I met him, I'd say he looks forward to the day he and Gwen get hitched. Don't worry about us getting cold feet. We just worry that you ladies will realize that you can do better and drop us like bad habits."

Gwen's phone chimed, so she left the room to answer it. She was back a few minutes later with a serious face.

"That was Michelle D"Anjou. Emotions are running pretty high in Paris now. The French want to show the world that they will not be bullied or threatened by terrorists. There are plans for a bunch of speeches, and what she calls preening by politicians at the site of the bombed orphanage on Tuesday. The Mayor, who is one of her father's better friends, feels it is not enough and it doesn't involve the public properly. 

"He, along with local civic leaders, has asked if we would give a performance here in Paris in honor of the killed and injured children, as well as the courage and determination of the French people."

"From what I've read and been told by my history teachers, that would be a damn short performance," joked Chip.

"I know you thought you were being funny, but that was really in poor taste," chastised Kate. "These people are fighting for their identity, their pride, and their way of life. They can either live in fear or decide that they won't go silently into the night."

"Are you trying to quote 'Independence Day' or Dylan Thomas?" laughed Gwen. "Chip can make jokes like that when it's just family because we know his sense of humor, but please don't say things like that where you might be heard by others, and quoted." 

"The band would never get here and get set up in time, would they?" asked Steve. "Where does he want to hold it, and how long does he want us to perform?"

"Michelle said that there are a lot of very good musicians in the city that would love to play for us. The weather is supposed to be unseasonably warm for the next few days, so they are thinking of an outside venue that could accommodate large numbers of spectators."

"If you're game, I'll give it a shot," agreed Steve, "especially if Charlie and Jordan will go along with it. I need to run it by Senator Chatham. I'm supposed to be with her on Tuesday. I'll call her now. Where would it be held?"

"The Mayor has been talking to the business and political leaders in Paris. He said that if we agree to perform, he'll have us set up at the Arc de Triomphe! Every major road in Paris goes through there, or so it seems. It'll be a traffic nightmare, but they'll shut down traffic for the show. People will have to walk quite a ways, but the Mayor feels strongly that they'll come if we perform. Michelle and her dad agree. It would be a night like they've never seen in 'The City of Light'. Michelle told me that the mayor referenced our concert in Kiev, and the one in Washington, and felt that Paris would be the perfect city for another.

"They hope to take donations from the people at the event, find corporate sponsors, plus sell the movie and TV rights with all proceeds going to the orphanage fund. Of course, they asked us to donate our services. I promised I'd get back to Michelle as soon as possible," finished Gwen. 

"I'll call the senator right now," promised Steve as he stepped into the next room. Almost five minutes later, he returned.

"It's a good thing I asked the Senator. She said there's a bit of a shit storm, her words, not mine, over Gwen being here in Paris. The politicians in Congress feel that she's stealing their thunder. They were wishing they could have her called back to the US, like she was a diplomat or something. Both parties have been complaining to President Hanson. Senator Chatham called Hanson to see if he'd have a problem with us doing a concert.

"Here's the good part. President Hanson thought it was great idea, but he's asking a favor of us. He'd like to be able to tell the French government and the press that we're his personal representatives for the funerals. He'd like to be the one to announce that we're performing here Tuesday night in a show of support and unity with the people of France.

"In short, he's asking to bask in some of the good press this should create. He's not going to concern himself much about the politicians and their self-serving attitudes. That's the good part about being a lame duck. I told Senator Chatham that we'd have to speak to Charlie and Jordan before we can agree to anything like that.




Lady in Red Pt. 02 Ch. 15



"Let me give Charlie a call and see if he's around," offered Gwen. "He's the musical brains of this operation and we need him in order to get this right."

Gwen was only on her cell for a few seconds before she disconnected. "Charlie said they'll be right up. They were just entering the lobby."

A short time later, there was a knock on the door. Kate opened it to allow Jordan and Charlie access to the suite. 

"We woke up and went for a little walk," explained Jordan. "It's all over Paris that Lady in Red is buying the old hospital for use by the orphans. People were stopping us and telling us how grateful they were. It makes me feel proud of our company, and the great things we do, mostly because of Steve and Gwen."

"We're not going to have that discussion again," insisted Gwen. "You two are right there with us in everything we do and we're proud of you both. But we have bigger fish to fry. Michelle D'Anjou called to tell me that the mayor and city fathers would like us to give a concert Tuesday evening. They think it'll help heal the city as well as lift everyone's spirits. They want to set it up at the Arc de Triomphe, if you can imagine that!"

"We don't have the band here. They're scattered all over the place on vacation. I don't think we can get them here in time to begin to prepare for this," worried Charlie.

"Michelle said that she could round up some excellent musicians for the event. She flat our guaranteed that they'd be the best, and we'd be very pleased with them," countered Gwen to Charlie's objection.

"Let's do it, Charlie!" gushed Jordan. "This'll be big, like the show in D.C. a few weeks back, or even the one we did in Kiev. I assume it'll be televised here in Paris?"

"The proceeds from donations, corporate sponsors, and TV and movie rights will all go to the orphanage fund," replied Gwen. "We'd be donating our time and talent."

"That just may be why God gave us the time and talent!" enthused Jordan. "I feel like the luckiest person in the world sometimes. I love to help others when I can, and this looks like a great opportunity. What do you think, Charlie?"

"Have I ever gone against you, when you really wanted to do something, especially something that helps so many others?" asked Charlie rhetorically. "Depending on how good the musicians are that back us, it might be a bit sketchy, but I'm in if you want to do it."

"Now for the rest of it. You need to know that President Hanson wants to have us represent the White House at these funerals, and he wants to be the one to announce that we're doing the concert to show unity and support for the people of France," finished Gwen.

"I like President Hanson. He's been very nice to me, so I'm fine with that. Will it be a problem for your position in Congress, Gwen?" asked a concerned Jordan.

"If doing a good thing is a problem for someone, so be it. I can't spend my life worrying about the feelings of these dinosaurs we have in Congress," insisted Gwen. "Let's just agree to do this because it's the right thing and if it helps President Hanson, that's fine, too." 

"Hello, Michelle?" greeted Gwen on her cell a minute later. "Tell the Mayor and your father that we'll do it! Let them know that President Hanson will be announcing it, along with the fact that we are representing the White House at the funerals for the children that were killed. We didn't think you'd mind.

"Please be sure you give us talented musicians. That's why we sound good most of the time. We always have excellent talent around us. We'll plan on doing the show Tuesday evening. You get everything ready and we'll be there." 

Jordan waited for Gwen to disconnect before making another observation. "Almost every magazine in the city has a picture of Gwen coming out of the cold river after saving Hardy. It's pretty obvious that they have less strict codes here about showing nipples. That sheer bra was totally transparent. You looked about as sexy as a woman can look. I bet those magazines are selling like hotcakes. In addition, 'Diana' is showing in almost every theater in the city and people are lined up to see it. Stephanie, just how big was the opening weekend?"

"We set records for a January opening," bragged Stephanie. "It's very unlikely that you'll spend as much on the orphanage as your movie makes for us in France this week. Other actors go on talk shows to promote a movie. Steve and Gwen do heroic deeds instead, and it seems to work quite well. Cynics would argue that you made money when you bought that hospital for the orphans simply because of the excellent PR, and it's brought even more attention to your movie. Of course, everyone in this room knows you did it to help the kids and have no real concern about promoting yourselves. This concert you're planning, without consulting me, I might add, will just blow the socks off France. You guys are conquering another country!"

"We didn't come here to win anyone over," corrected Gwen. "We're here to show our support and concern for the city, and country after a horrible terrorist attack. You should have seen those children with bandages and dressings on their little bodies earlier today. Have they determined how many children were killed in the attack?"

"A little while ago, they said that twenty one orphans had died, with three more in critical condition, and six others with non life threatening injuries. It would have been worse if most of the kids hadn't been in the auditorium watching a movie," revealed Paula. "It was a horrible thing."

"There's nothing good about terrorism. We all know that firsthand. That's one of the reasons I'm so determined to help victims. It's a terrible thing to feel so vulnerable, and so violated," replied Gwen with emotion. 

The next morning saw everyone well rested and eager to start the day. The entire group was gathered for breakfast in the hotel dining area. 

"I finally got to make love with the Eiffel Tower in the background," sighed Kate as Chip began to fidget. "I can cross that off my bucket list. Gwen was so lucky to have that for her first time."

"I met Charlie on our first Paris trip, but we weren't romantically involved back then. We made up for it last night, wouldn't you say, Charlie?" asked Jordan to a grinning Charlie.

"It was romantic, wasn't it?" agreed Lisa as Jason blushed. "I can see why Gwen waited so long now!"

"I don't think Ted and I need to hear about our daughters' love lives," complained Paula, but with a smile. "But it's nice to hear that you're all feeling well loved this morning. It certainly is a romantic setting."

"Mom! Not you, too!" laughed Kate. "Every woman in the family was getting it on last night!"

"If only that were true," griped Stephanie. "I feel like the proverbial fifth wheel around here. I can see where I need to pick up my game and find a big strong, studly guy like everyone else in the family. Do any of you guys have an unmarried brother?"

"What about Becky and me?" questioned Ashley. "I fell asleep after that long plane ride and slept around the clock. Becky and I could use some romance, too."

"Well, that isn't exactly true," smiled Becky as she clutched Pete's hand. "I'm not complaining, so don't include me in your old maid scenarios. Seeing the Eiffel Tower all lit up outside your window does add a lot to the occasion. Pete and I had a 'Steve and Gwen' first time, sort of. At least it was the first time for us together. I'm not trying to brag or anything, but it was wonderful!"

Pete had turned all kinds of colors as he stared down at his empty plate and fidgeted with his napkin while everyone else 'oohed' and 'aahed' in good humor.

"Great! Even my little sister found a good guy before me," lamented Ashley in mock disappointment. "The truth is, I'm not surprised. You seemed to like the guy even before he saved our lives. It must have been his sweet talk the first time you met him. I'm really happy for you both. Mom will be excited, especially if you wind up married and give her grandchildren. I think that she's given up on me." 

"I may be able to help," suggested Chip. "I have a cousin on my mother's side. He's going to be released soon and he'll be looking for female companionship after spending the last three years solely in the company of males."

"Okay, introduce us!" exclaimed Ashley, which caused everyone at the table break into more laughter.

"Look on that TV over on the far wall," pointed out Kate. "That woman is talking about Steve. I heard his name, along with a bunch of stuff I couldn't understand. What's she saying?"

"She's the mother of one of the kids that were kidnapped by the terrorists in Iraq," explained Steve. "She's giving her somewhat inflated opinion of my dashing good looks and unmatched courage. She was the one parent that seemed willing to sacrifice more than my life to save her daughter." 

"I hope they're listening to her!" exclaimed Gwen. "I'm still pissed about that deal. You almost lost your head. You did save all of those kids. They really should be singing your praises all over the place!"

"But Steve did lose his head over you," observed Kate. "Are you going to apologize to him?"

"No, but I've been singing his praises all over the place," retorted Gwen with a smile. "Nobody does it better!"

"It seems to me that you can't really say that unless you've had a few more experiences to compare to Steve's paltry skills, and less than impressive equipment," began Chip before feeling Kate's eyes boring into his head. "With that in mind, Jason or Pete may be willing to help you out. I'm not interested, so don't ask me!"

"You're on your own, Old Salt!" declared Jason. "My wife firmly believes I'm the best, and I'm secure with that position. I have nothing left to prove, and I certainly wouldn't want to do anything to weaken Steve's self esteem, nor harm Gwen's illusions." 

"That's my guy!" praised Lisa. "He's always considerate of others. That and not wanting to end up neutered caused him to make the correct decision."

"I don't think this should be a competition," reasoned Kate. "Let's agree that since Gwen isn't going to try out other studs, and since she won't allow Steve to sample the many delights available to him, she shouldn't be saying he's the best anymore. There's no way she can know that, so it's simply a very presumptive and provocative statement."

"I agree with the first part that Steve and I won't be test driving anyone else, but I'll stand by my belief that he's the best," insisted Gwen as she kissed Steve's cheek.

"Okay, I think Jason's the best," insisted Lisa.

"It's Charlie, hands down, or hands all over everything, or whatever. You know what I mean," added Jordan with a big smile.

"Well, I think that Chip's probably the best, or at least pretty good," joked Kate as she watched Chip's smile disappear as she qualified her statement.

"Thanks for that ringing endorsement!" cracked Chip as he hugged Kate. "Now you've gone and done it. I was saving my best stuff for our wedding night, but I'll be bringing my whole bag of tricks to bed tonight."

"Uh oh, Kate! I've seen what he carries in that bag," worried Steve. "Whips, gags, gels, assorted leather devices, and the unabridged Kama Sutra were in that bag when we spent a weekend in Berlin." 

"Now we're talking!" responded Kate as she arched her eyebrows several times. "Does anyone know if I should tie Chip up before I use that stuff on him?"

"You're going to have to tie me up, and knock me out, if you think you're going to use any of it on me," stated Chip emphatically.

"You're no fun. Steve would you let me tie you up and use that stuff with you?" asked Kate with a wicked grin.

"Your rope or mine?" responded Steve immediately. "I know Gwen would go along with it, if only to end this senseless discussion over who's better. Once you agree with her, the debate would be over. I'd be doing it for peace and harmony."

"Yeah, I can go along with you doing it for a 'piece', but believe me, there'd be no harmony," predicted Gwen. "Besides, why would you want to make Chip feel bad?"

"It's more about making Kate feel good," quickly pointed out Steve.

"How would convincing her that you're the best lover in the world make her feel good, at least for any more than the few hours you'd spend doing it?" shot back Gwen. "How would she ever settle for Chip again after sampling you?"

"Did you girls ever hear your father and me talk like this?" asked Paula while acting shocked. "There'll be no comparing, sampling, gelling, or tying anyone up. In fact, I think I'd better confiscate that bag of tricks right now."

"Mom, we're talking about a mental bag of tricks, and I suspect that you and Dad already have one of your own," replied Lisa. "All these years I thought you two had stopped having sex nine months before Kate was born. Now I have to revise my timeline to about twenty years from now. That really gives me a lot to look forward to!" 

"I won't comment on any 'tricks' we may employ from time to time, but I have to admit that since you girls have grown up and become such beautiful, successful and sexual young ladies, we've been having a bit of a second honeymoon, wouldn't you say, Ted?"

"I don't know how to respond to that. I've spent my entire married life believing that any discussion of our personal life would get me shut off for a year or two, and to be quite honest, I'm not willing to risk it," admitted Ted as everyone laughed at his obvious concern. 

"See what a cool family we're part of?" laughed Becky as she hugged Pete's arm to her chest. "We can talk and joke about anything without jealousy or discord. That's how families should be. We don't try to pretend that sex isn't fun, or that we never do it. In fact, it's quite the opposite, and Paula and Ted are as bad as any of us. They're the coolest parents!" 

"As much fun as this discussion is, we'd better hurry up and eat," pointed out Jordan. "We're scheduled to rehearse with the musicians Michelle rounded up for us in less than an hour. It's kind of daunting to perform in front of thousands of live fans and millions on TV without knowing exactly how your musicians are going to perform. I hope they're as good as Michelle promised."

After several hours of rehearsing the songs they intended to perform, Charlie was all smiles. "Michelle was right on! We have some really good musicians here. I think we can use all seven of them. We've never had a sax player before, but did you hear that girl play that thing?"

"I did and I was wondering if you were as impressed as I was," answered Steve. "They're all good, but she's unbelievable. She really puts her heart and soul into everything she plays, and she's extremely talented!"

"Charlie, you had a great idea about taking advantage of the full moon tomorrow night," enthused Gwen. "I think those 'moon' songs will go over great!"

The group took an hour off for lunch and then worked a few more hours on the songs they expected to perform. All of the musicians were excited about the opportunity to appear in concert with the most famous and successful singers in the world. Their enthusiasm was evident from the effort they put into their music.

"Things are looking up!" beamed Jordan once the rehearsal was over. "These folks are packing some major talent. That Jodie girl, on the sax, was incredible. She'll be a big star before long, or my name isn't Jordan Quick Burns."

It was late afternoon by the time the Jordan, Gwen, Charlie, and Steve left the studio. They decided on doing some sightseeing for an hour or two before returning to the hotel. Everywhere they went, they were recognized by fans. They spent most of their time signing autographs and posing for pictures. 

Some fans used their phones to get pictures of them with the Eiffel Tower in the background. "I have nothing but good memories of that tower," beamed Gwen as she clutched Steve's arm. "Remember how we could see it out our window the first time we made love? That was the best possible way to lose my virginity."

Fans were asking about the concert and what songs they were doing. They also expressed their appreciation for all of the kindness from Lady in Red and the talented individuals that owned the company and donated so much time and talent to charitable events.

"I guess President Hanson has made the announcement," concluded Steve after having his picture taken with some teenage girls. "Everyone seems to be looking forward to the show. I like the fact that with these good musicians, Charlie and I can spend more time singing with you ladies. Gwen and I are working on a little dance or two that we'll try out in front of a few million people. I just hope I don't drop her."

"You'd better not drop me! I just got a text from Michelle. They're constructing a stage on the top of the Arc de Triomphe for us! We'll be able to see and be seen a full 360 degrees. 

"They're setting up at least a dozen Jumbotrons, but there are a dozen avenues leading from Place de l'Etoile. If they put one at the juncture of every two avenues, that'll require six. That leaves six to be set up farther down each avenue. I think LiR needs to get at least six more here," reasoned Gwen. "They need to have them in time to set them up by tomorrow afternoon. Our guys can do it!" 

The four friends rejoined the rest of their group for dinner at their hotel. "The whole city is on edge about the attack on the orphanage," stated Lisa. "Everyone's talking about it. They haven't caught any suspects yet and people worry that it might happen again. It's a beautiful city, but this situation has cast a dark shadow over the City of Light."

"Well, tomorrow night, Jordan, Gwen, and these two handsome guys will light it up!" declared Kate. "That's the other thing everyone's talking about. Paris has seen a lot of cool stuff over the centuries, but it's about to see how we Americans put on a show. I can't tell you how proud I am of you guys!"

"Wait until you see Steve and Gwen dance and sing! You'll love it," predicted Jordan. "We'll be on the top of the Arc de Triomphe, and Steve will be holding Gwen over his head as the second dance ends. It's going to be a real Kodak moment. I bet it'll be on every newspaper and magazine cover in the country on Wednesday." 

"You're going to dance?" questioned Paula. "Except for your special Lady in Red dance, you two never dance at concerts. What's changed?"

"I can take the blame, or more appropriately, the credit," volunteered Stephanie. "They'll have enough musicians so that Steve and Charlie won't have to play any instruments, unless they want to, of course. Since we have a dance movie scheduled for next year, it seems like a good idea to begin whetting some appetites, and these dances will do it. Mom told me how great they dance them, so I asked them to practice a few times, and if they feel comfortable, perform them with the world watching!

"That leads me to more good news. 'Diana' is a box office smash! We did the early release in L.A. when we saw how good it was, just so that it could be considered for a few Oscars this year. The 'buzz' is that it probably won't be nominated for best picture, mostly because it's about comic book people, which I think is stupid. But I don't get to vote. However, it's likely that Jordan and Charlie will be nominated again for both the score and original song! It's also possible that Gwen will get the nod for best actress, and there's even some talk about Naomi being nominated in her supporting role. None of the guys, except Charlie, appear to be in the running for any nominations," added Stephanie. 

"That's created mixed emotions," admitted Gwen. "I'm proud that they might consider Naomi and me, but the guys did a great job, and I feel like they'd be cheated if they don't get nominated. Of course, Jordan and Charlie should win, hands down. They wrote some great music."




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"You're telling me that we four are going to host the show, and that three of us may be nominated for awards, but one of us is coming up short?" asked Steve. "If that's the case, I'll be the only one of us that can claim to have three dear friends being considered for Academy Awards. You guys deserve them."

"I still won't have as many nominations as you, Smart Guy. You won twice for two of the 'Sparta' movies you wrote, and you were nominated for best actor in 'Rise of the Warrior'. I won once for 'Rise of the Queen', was nominated for 'Rise of the Empire', and Jordan and Charlie won for their song, 'Midnight Lights'. We're still trying to catch up.

"Besides, I know you. Awards and honors don't really mean that much to you. You're a humble guy. You'd stay out of the spotlight entirely if it were possible for a man that looks as good as you, and does all of the great things that you do, to go unnoticed," insisted Gwen. "But, you're representing President Hanson the next couple of days. You'll be noticed then, for sure!" 

"I didn't intend to start anything," interrupted Stephanie. "I was merely pointing out how well things are going for 'Lady in Red' at the moment. Representing President Hanson here, performing tomorrow, hosting, and possibly winning at the Academy Awards is a heck of a lot of positive PR. It makes my job easy."

"Speaking of easy, Jason is going to get so lucky again tonight," proclaimed Lisa as she pointed to a necklace she was wearing. "He bought this for me today in a jewelry store on Champs-Elysees! It's the only thing I'll be wearing to bed tonight!"

There was silence as the men stared at Lisa. "Okay, that's enough!" stated Paula. "You guys are like vultures looking at road kill. I'd suggest that you don't make statements like that, Lisa. Men are very visual and you just planted a vision in their heads that won't soon go away." 

"I'll be erasing it from Chip's little brain, if not from his little head, as soon as we get to our room," declared Kate. "He won't remember anything but this cowgirl..."

"Okay, Kate!" interrupted Chip. "Let's talk about something else since we have your mother and father here with us. We don't get to see them that often. How are you enjoying Paris, Mrs. Anderson?"

"A minute ago, I thought I was having a great time here, but Kate's made me wonder. Cowgirl?" asked Paula as Kate finally blushed a little. "To think that Ted keeps insisting on 'reverse cowgirl' all of the time!"

"Mom!" gasped her daughters in unison, while Ted, along with the rest of the group, broke into gales of laughter. 

The next morning was the day of the funeral service. At first, it was thought that there would be two services because of the number of deaths and the difficulty in identifying some of the bodies. But with all of the children's' DNA's on record, identification was quickly accomplished. 

There were numerous world leaders attending and the French government was concerned about their safety. The terrorists had been identified as a small cell of about ten, but none of them had been apprehended thus far. Jordan, Charlie, Gwen, and Steve were joined by Senator Chatham for a working breakfast.

"There are more than a few pissed off politicians here in Paris today," began Chatham. "They complained bitterly about a freshman Congresswoman, a Navy Lieutenant, and a couple of singers representing President Hanson. He decided on you for several reasons. The number one reason is sitting next to you, Gwen. Steve is known to be certain death on terrorists and that means a lot to a city suffering from a horrendous terrorist act. Secondly, you're loved all around the world, and no where more than here in France. Then there's the fact that you have no party affiliation, so this can't be considered a political move. Finally, Jordan and Charlie are extremely popular here, especially their music. It all adds up to a no brainer for Hanson.

"You'll be asked to speak and I suggest that Steve do most of it since he's fluent in French and that's huge to the people in this country. Don't be controversial and don't promise anything from the U.S. Just be sympathetic. I don't have to tell you what to say. I've never seen anyone that can say the right thing at the right time the way all of you do."

"Are we expected to smile and be all warm and friendly with the politicians that have been bashing Gwen so badly?" asked Jordan. "Personally, I don't think we need them, or their approval. Gwen and Steve are at the top, and the rest of them are just playing catch-up, and not doing a very good job."

"You're right, but when you represent President Hanson and the U.S., you have to always be patient and courteous to everyone, regardless of what they really deserve. Please be kind, and always be civil in public."

"I think we understand what you're saying and we'll do our best," promised Gwen. "This is for President Hanson and the U.S. and the people of France, and not for any sleazy politicians. We promised Michelle we'd meet her there well before the services, so we could discuss the plans for today and tonight. Would you care to join us, Senator?" 

"Absolutely!" replied Senator Chatham. "I want to see you young people work your magic in person. You make news wherever you go. Just tagging along with you is good for my image," admitted Chatham. "Let's go!"

The group arrived several hours before the services were going to be held. Afterward, they were going to join in a procession from the bombed orphanage to the church to commemorate the lost and injured children and to show unity. Within half an hour of their arrival, news crews began showing up. Steve and his friends stood around speaking with Michelle, her father, and civic leaders. A dozen policemen patrolled the area, which served to remind everyone that the terrorists had not yet been apprehended. People were chatting in small groups and in low voices when they heard several loud reports. 

The streets had been blocked off for the procession to the church, so everyone was surprised to see an automobile turn the corner a block away and drive away from them for a short distance. Then it stopped and began backing rapidly their way!

"Everyone, get down!" ordered Steve as he moved in front of the gathering to face the car backing toward them. The automobile stopped about fifty feet from Steve. A man suddenly appeared through the sun roof and threw something at the group. The driver then gunned the engine and peeled rubber as he sped away.

Steve immediately recognized the danger that they all faced. The man had thrown a grenade at them! Steve knew that there would be an explosion within seconds, and the carnage would be extensive. He instinctively moved to his right and snatched the missile in mid-flight.

Gwen, along with many others, watched in stunned silence as Steve made the catch. Then he immediately stepped forward and rifled the object back in the direction of the car. Gwen was certain that he threw it so hard that it would land well in front of the speeding automobile, even as it accelerated up the street. 

Because Steve threw it hard and on a low trajectory, it was only airborne for a couple of seconds. Many of the observers gasped as they saw the small object somehow drop through the open sunroof of the speeding car!

A second later, everyone was knocked backward by a powerful concussion as the car exploded before their eyes. Debris flew high into the air before settling harmlessly in the street and on the deserted sidewalk. Smoke began billowing from the shell of the automobile as gendarmes raced around the same corner the car had so recently turned. They had guns drawn, but slowed to a walk as they surveyed the charred metal that had been an automobile only a few seconds earlier.

Several officers continued on to consult the officers that had been patrolling the area. There was a quick exchange before one of the gendarmes approached Steve and shook his hand before questioning him about the encounter. Steve and the officer walked away from the group as he described his actions. He also asked the officer about the apparent gun shots that sounded shortly before the car appeared.

A few minutes, Steve returned to his friends. "There were four men in that car. They shot the two policemen that were charged with keeping the street closed, but both are expected to live. The guys that were in the car are scattered all to hell and gone. They might have had other explosives with them because that was quite a blast for one grenade to make."

By the time Steve finished his synopsis to his friends; several reporters were in front of him, asking questions. Steve patiently responded to every question, responding in French when the reporters asked in French and in English to the English speaking reporters.

"Your young man certainly came through for us," praised Senator Chatham as she wiped the perspiration from her brow. "That was some fast thinking. The rest of us were frozen in place, but he knew exactly what to do, and how to do it. I still can't believe he managed to drop the grenade inside that car when it was going so fast, and was so far away!"

"He's an extremely fast thinker," agreed Gwen with obvious pride. "His instincts take over in times of danger. He's a great athlete, and with U.S. Navy SEAL training, he's honed his skills even more. He's a wonderfully gentle man most of the time, but he's hell on terrorists. That's for sure!" 

It was decided that the original schedule for the service would be followed, in spite of the failed attack. Many of the people in French law enforcement felt it would even be beneficial if the news showed the burned out husk of the car as a deterrent to future attacks. Near the end of the memorial, Jordan and Charlie were asked to speak. Jordan spoke for them both.

"Charlie and I are proud to be here to help represent the President of the United States at this most somber of occasions. We share your grief, and your anger. Children are precious, as is all human life. We pray that these children finally find the love and peace they sought all of their lives, and which they so richly deserve. 

"Tonight, the people of Paris and the world are invited to join us as we celebrate the lives of these children that were taken from this world far too soon. We ask that you remember what happened here and consider ways to improve the world so that it never happens again. This evening, we dedicate our performance to the children of the world. May they enjoy a life without famine, war, disease, or intolerance!"

It was obvious that the crowd wanted to applaud Jordan, but the somber attitude of the occasion muted the reaction from the audience. Most watchers simply nodded and wiped tears from their eyes.

"I'm always impressed by how well Jordan speaks and how meaningful and insightful her speeches are," remarked Gwen to Steve as they prepared to be introduced.

Everyone in the crowd knew the actions Steve had taken earlier and was excited to hear him speak. When he and Gwen were introduced, those in attendance struggled to control their enthusiasm.

"Thank you!" began Gwen, before gesturing toward Steve. "He's amazing, isn't he? We didn't come here to praise Steve, but rather to say our farewells to these precious souls that were taken so violently from us. We feel your loss. We all lost something the day these children died, as we all lose every time senseless acts of violence are committed. 

"We, all of us citizens of the world, need to strive to eliminate the causes for these unspeakable crimes against humanity. We need to end hunger and disease, educate the intolerant, and help the least among us to prosper. Of course, if that were easy, it would already have been done. 

"People need food. We can provide it short term, but for the long term, we have to find ways to raise it everywhere that people live. We need to provide vaccines and health care to the less fortunate, especially children. We have to educate people, not so they think the same as us, but so they learn to determine their own destinies. All people want these things for their children and loved ones. All people deserve the opportunity to be safe and happy. All of us need to do our part. We have to remove the causes of terrorism, and help the less fortunate. This is our challenge. The people of the world must determine their response." 

The crowd had been very quiet as Gwen spoke. As she finished, they were once again nodding agreement. Then Steve stepped in front of the microphone and spoke in fluent French. His speech was short and very much to the point.

"We were asked by our President to represent him here today. We were asked to convey his deepest sympathy for these innocents that were taken from us. While the U.S. does believe that we must all work together to end intolerance, we also pledge that we will never yield to terrorism, nor will we allow it to go unpunished. We will do all we can to improve the lot of people around the world, but we will also pursue justice for these cowardly, despicable acts against innocent victims. That's our pledge to you!"

The French President spoke next. When he concluded his short speech the mourners lined up about twenty across for the slow procession to the church. It was intended to be a sign of unity and determination by leaders from around the world. Steve found himself in the front line, to the right of the wife of President Marchant of France, and left of the Chancellor of Germany. He was able to converse with both ladies as they walked, thus allowing him interesting discussions with both women as they proceeded to the funeral.

Gwen was delighted to find herself walking between President Marchant and the British Prime Minister, while Jordan was on the other side of the British Prime Minister with the Italian Prime Minister to her left. Charlie was also in the front line between the wives of the Prime Ministers of Italy and England. 

The procession moved slowly and took over an hour to reach the church. As they walked, thousands of people watched from behind barriers. Cameras and phones were in constant use. Seldom would the general public have the opportunity to see so many famous figures in one place.

Gwen, Jordan, Charlie and Steve were seated near the front for the funeral services. Steve chuckled to himself when he saw the rest of the American delegation sitting near the back of the huge church. After the service, Senator Chatham confirmed what Steve had suspected.

"There are some very pissed off American politicians in Paris today. They wouldn't even speak to me since you're my attaché, although it feels more and more like I'm your assistant," whispered Senator Chatham as she and Steve met up after the service. "I'm staying at your hotel again tonight and I'll be watching your concert from the rooftop of a business on the Champs-Elysees. The French are expecting a huge turnout this evening, so bring your A-game." 

It was a little before seven PM, Paris time when the foursome stepped into the elevator to ride to the top of the French national monument. Their volunteer band had gone up an hour earlier to be certain their instruments and equipment were in place and properly set up.

Gwen was wearing a short red dress that also displayed a fair amount of cleavage as it clung to her body. Steve and Charlie wore tight shirts and jeans while Jordan was dressed in a dark blue, low cut dress with spaghetti straps. As he rode to the top, Steve wondered if the material of the dress would be able to contain her ample breasts.

Once out of the elevator, the foursome climbed the makeshift steps to the large round platform sitting in the center of the monument's roof. Four cameramen were seated on crane-like devises that could each move left and right in a thirty degree arc. The four cameras would be able to broadcast the faces, or at least the profiles of the singers, regardless of which direction they faced. All four performers had been instructed to keep moving and to face in all directions as equally as possible since fans were crowded out from the Arc de Triomphe in every direction.

Once on the stage, Gwen felt her knees grow weak for a few seconds. All of Paris was aglow. The Eiffel Tower was clearly visible and appeared surprisingly close. Then she lowered her eyes to the crowd below. She slowly turned as she looked over the sea of humanity. In every direction, on every avenue, people were standing as far as her eyes could see!

"My God!" gasped the usually imperturbable Jordan. "Look at all of the people! This is huge!"

Steve felt some jitters as he passed out the wireless microphones to his friends. He forced himself to take deep breaths as he mentally prepared himself for the introduction, which fell on him since he spoke French.

The Jumbotrons showed his dazzling smile in detail before switching to Gwen's beautiful face. Next Jordan and Charlie were seen as they walked with Steve and Gwen to the center of the circular platform.

"Hello, Paris! We're here to entertain you, but more importantly, we're here tonight to remember the children that lost their lives in an horrendous act of terrorism. We celebrate their lives, and mourn their passing. Let's please have a moment of silence for those beautiful children," requested Steve before bowing his head for a short time.

"We'd like to start the evening with a couple of songs dedicated to those children that survived the attack. Know that this city, this country, and the entire world love you and want nothing but the best for all of you."

Steve was joined by his friends as they once again performed 'Bridge Over Troubled Water', with Jordan and Gwen singing in perfect harmony as Steve and Charlie backed them. The crowd was obviously emotional as faces of people in the crowd were flashed on the huge screens from time to time. Once the applause died down for that song, the two couples joined to sing 'Let It Be' which Steve and Gwen had also sung at the memorial service for their friends that were killed in the attack in Sparta years earlier. Hundreds of thousands of voices joined theirs in the refrain. Once again, tears flowed on every avenue.

Then the stage went dark for a minute or so, before the driving drum beat told the crowd that the show was set to begin. Although they now had numerous hit records, the four friends knew that people expected and wanted 'We Will Rock You' to open the show. It had become their much anticipated opening number over the years.

Gwen sang lead, but with no instruments to play, Jordan, Charlie, and Steve participated more in backing Gwen.

Jordan then delivered one of her early hits. France had a surprising appreciation of country music and Jordan delivered them as well as anyone. The crowd loved it. The friends took turns with their personal hits and concert favorites. They made a conscious effort to keep moving on the platform so they faced all of the fans at various points in the performance.

Early in the show, Steve and Charlie picked up guitars and performed 'Bad Moon Rising' as the full moon appeared above the skyline. Once they finished, Jordan came forward to perform one of her biggest hits, 'Stand By Me'. The Jumbotrons showed her singing with the moon directly behind her. When the applause died down, Charlie sang Van Morrison's 'Moon Dance' with Jordan backing him. Steve and Gwen performed a very lively dance as their friends sang. Many of the thousands watching began dancing as well.

The applause was long and loud as the audience showed its approval of the singing and the dancing. Then Steve and Gwen came forward to join in singing 'Moon River' with the cameras moving to show the full moon behind the couple in the foreground as they sang. Once again the huge crowd demonstrated its appreciation at the end of the song. They seldom heard Gwen and Steve harmonize on a song, and they had just done so beautifully.




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The audience responded enthusiastically to the music. Many people sang along or danced in the streets from that point forward. Near the end of the evening, Steve and Gwen performed their special dance. The song was 'The Time of My Life'. Gwen and Steve sang as they reproduced the dance from the movie 'Dirty Dancing'. They had to change a few of the steps because of the restrictions of their location, but the crowd reacted loudly as soon as they realized what song they were performing.

Steve and Gwen were shown on every big screen in the city as they 'dirty danced' with the backdrop of Paris shining brightly with the huge moon overhead. It was obvious that they had to be in excellent shape to be able to sing while engaged in such a vigorous dance. Excitement built as everyone anticipated the moment when Gwen would run and jump as Steve lifted her high above his head. He held her there as he slowly turned in a full circle so that Gwen briefly faced every point of the compass. The cameras moved in their limited arcs, capturing the couple smiling broadly as the Eiffel Tower shone beautifully in the background. Finally, Steve slowly lowered Gwen so her remarkable chest was in his face for a few seconds before she was lowered enough to wrap her arms around his neck. Then she kissed him long and hard as crowd's cheers and whistles echoed across the city. 

Although the evening had begun to cool down by the time the show concluded at midnight, the four friends were sweaty and exhausted. Before leaving, they took the time to thank the musicians personally for their excellent play. 

"Thanks for introducing us during the show," gushed the pretty female saxophonist. "Playing Paris with you guys in front of millions of fans was the coolest thing I've ever done. I'll never be able to top that, no matter what I do. I just hope that people remember our names and we get some jobs out of this, but even if we don't, I had the time of my life!

"By the way, that dance was the most incredible single performance I've ever seen! I watched the monitors when I wasn't playing and you two looked and sounded incredible! When you held Gwen over your head with the Eiffel Tower and the full moon shining in the background, I felt like crying, it was so beautiful!"

By the time they returned to the hotel, it was almost one AM. Steve was surprised to see so many people still up and enjoying themselves in the hotel's restaurant and bars. As they walked to their reserved table, patrons and staff began clapping vigorously for them. They were joined by their family and friends when they took their seats.

"I really doubt that you guys have any idea what you did tonight," began Stephanie. "That show was huge! Almost half of all the TV's in Europe were tuned to you! It's going to be broadcast in an hour back on the east coast and central U.S. and a couple hours later on the west coast. Some of the reviews on the internet are calling it the best concert of all time. Everyone agrees that your 'dirty dancing' was perfect, and super sexy! They absolutely loved it here, and everywhere else." 

"I spoke with President Hanson a short while ago," interjected Senator Chatham. "Once again, you young people made him look very good. He watched most of the concert, as well as your speeches at the orphanage, and was delighted. He told me that he had received a personal call from President Marchant expressing his appreciation for sending you.

"Hanson was even chuckling about how pissed off many members of Congress were, from both parties! He's not apologizing to anyone. He told me that they can't argue with the results. Who did the French people want to see and hear? Not American politicians, that's for sure!"

"Michelle has friends that own a building on Avenue Victor Hugo, so we were able to watch from the rooftop of that building," interjected Lisa. "Theresa got to see her Aunts Jordan and Gwen, along with Uncles Charlie and Steve give the concert of the century! We could feel the energy of the crowd. Michelle told us that they estimated way over a million people watched it live and who knows how many millions on TV! When you two did that second dance, I almost wet myself. I was so nervous and excited for you, but it was perfect. Diane's really going to be proud of her star pupils."

"I've got to admit it. I was impressed," revealed Chip as he slapped Steve on the back. "Did you tell everyone that I taught you that grenade trick you used earlier in the day? You would've been blown all to hell if I hadn't prepared you for it!" 

"You taught me to not trust you!" insisted Steve with a grin before explaining to everyone what Chip had meant. "I was sitting on my bunk one day when this grenade dropped through an open window and rolled to a stop by my feet. I was pretty worried. All I could think of was to grab it and throw it back out the window."

"That was about the time I decided to take a peak in and see how Steve was reacting to the grenade. Just as I peeked over the window sill, the damn grenade smacked me right in the forehead and bounced back into the room. It almost knocked me out!" admitted Chip as he remembered the incident and rubbed his head just thinking about it.

"What happened to the grenade?" asked Kate. "Obviously you two weren't blown up. How did you survive it?"

"The dummy used a dummy grenade. After that fiasco, we'd play 'hot potato' with it every now and then, tossing it around until someone dropped it and then they were 'blown up'. It evolved into a game where we had to toss it into a basket to be safe. We eventually put the basket in a cart and started it rolling down a hill and we'd have to toss it in while the basket was moving."

"Toward the end, we were throwing it into moving vehicles from fifty or more feet," added Chip. "It shows how bored we were at times. Steve could put the damn thing into a jeep doing fifty miles an hour from a couple hundred feet away. I think it was all the football training he had."

"So that wasn't blind luck today, like you told the reporters?" quizzed Jordan. "It was something you'd actually practiced before?"

"It was mostly luck," replied Steve. "That car was going pretty fast and the sunroof wasn't much of a target."

"But you were trying to throw it into the car, weren't you?" persisted Jordan. "I thought it was an amazing coincidence, but it was deliberate, and it was perfect!"

"Every now and then, I'm reminded that men are just big boys," observed Paula, shaking her head after listening to Chip and Steve recount their grenade play. 

"Yeah, and 'big' is the operative word with my boy," added Gwen. "We're flying back to Washington in the morning, so I think we need to eat and get to bed. I have to thank this guy properly for not dropping me off the roof tonight."

"You should apologize for almost poking his eyes out when he lowered you," insisted Kate. "I was worried you'd blind him, or possibly suffocate him with those girls of yours."

"Really? Does that look like a face that's been abused by breasts?" asked Gwen as she ran her hand over Steve's cheek. 

"Now that you mention it, I think I see where a nipple was dragged across his lip," quipped Kate as she pretended to examine Steve's face.

"I doubt you see that, ... Yet. But check him in an hour if you think he looks bad now. His face will be all scarred up with nipple marks," promised Gwen as she clutched Steve's arm.

"Once again, I find it necessary to caution one of my daughters about the visual she's creating. Look at these men sitting here all quiet and misty eyed. Each one of them has a vision of poor Steve taking that abuse," pointed out Paula. "You can guess what's going through their minds."

"Let's hurry and eat so we can go to bed!" insisted Charlie to a grinning Jordan.

"We ate earlier," stated Jason to Lisa. "Let's give Theresa to your mom and get upstairs!" 

"Come on, Kate!" demanded Chip as he tugged on Kate's hand. "It's past our bed time!"

"Becky and I are exhausted, so we'll turn in now," managed Pete with a nearly straight face.

"Stephanie, why don't you watch Theresa for Lisa and Jason? Paula's pretty tired and needs her rest," added Ted as he flashed a wicked grin.

"Not you, too!" groaned Stephanie. "I've got to get a boyfriend!"

"Tell me about it," commiserated Ashley as everyone laughed long and hard. 

The Red Lady set down in Washington just before noon on Wednesday. Gwen planned on going to her office on Capitol Hill before flying back to Stanford the following day. By the time they passed through customs and made their back to the hotel to change and freshen up, a horde of reporters was waiting for them in the lobby.

At the request of management, Steve and Gwen asked the reporters to adjourn to a meeting room supplied by the hotel. Once there, the couple spent an hour responding to questions. They were asked about the river rescue, the new movie's success, the funerals in France, as well as the tremendously successful concert. Steve had to answer numerous questions about how he so quickly thwarted the terrorist with the grenade. That evening news on the networks devoted most of their time to the events of the past few days and the major roles that Gwen and Steve had played in them. American politicians, including President Hanson, were hardly mentioned and never shown. 

Amber Stahl called Gwen and asked if she and Steve would consent to a sit down interview that evening to be broadcast live in prime time, and they agreed. The couple responded thoughtfully to every question posed by Amber and made no attempt to duck or avoid a single issue. Amber posed what she felt might be a difficult question near the end of the interview.

"Gwen, you and Steve performed before a million plus fans in Paris last night. You not only sang, but you also danced a couple of times. Critics say that you used this tragedy to promote your company, your movies, and your music. How do you respond to that?"

"It's a 'catch 22' situation for us. Jordan, Charlie, Steve, and I were asked to perform, mostly because we're so well known. By agreeing to donate our time and talent, we raised millions of dollars for the orphanage that was attacked. We asked for no compensation. Not now, nor in the form of residuals in the future. We gave our time freely and quite willingly. 

"By so doing, it appears that we became even more famous, and more popular than we were before the concert. How could we prevent that from happening, if for some reason, that was our desire? Give a bad show? Do something foolish? What would our critics have us do? Lady in Red exists to help people all over the world. It's a privately owned company, but we're doing our best to give help where it's needed, anywhere in the country and the world. Obviously, we're limited by time, distance, knowledge, and funds, but we're honestly doing our best.

"We do make movies and music to provide income for the company, and also because we love doing it. If we do a good deed, it gives us positive press and we make more money, which we intend to spend where we feel it'll do the most good. Steve has done some very courageous and heroic actions, but never to gain praise, or press. He's a very special and extremely competent man, and people all over the world respond to him. Jordan and Charlie are incredible talents, extremely attractive, and have tremendous charisma. I somehow managed to pique Steve's interest years ago, and he's carried me along with him on this incredible journey. 

"To sum it up, Jordan, Charlie, Steve, and I will continue to conduct ourselves with honor and pride, help those we can, and apologize to no one for our success and good fortune. This is America and we're living the American dream!"

That evening, the entire extended family spent a very pleasant last dinner together before everyone had to return to their regular lives. Perhaps because she knew she wouldn't be seeing Steve for awhile, Gwen was extremely passionate and demanding in bed that night. Steve responded with heat of his own and when the couple finally fell asleep, they were totally exhausted, but sated.

Gwen returned to Stanford the following day, while Ashley, with Becky's assistance, managed the Washington office while keeping Gwen very well informed. Members of Congress began drifting toward one of two schools of thought. Many were openly supportive of Gwen and her actions, while others missed no opportunity to point out any shortcomings, real or imagined that Gwen might have. Almost no one in Washington was neutral on the subject of Gwen Anderson. 

When Steve, Kate, Becky, Naomi, Chip, and Pete got together for dinner Tuesday evening of the following week, Steve asked about Ashley's whereabouts.

"Don't worry," replied Becky. "She's fine, and she's bringing company. In fact, here she is now."

Ashley approached the table with a small blonde girl. She placed an extra cushion on a chair, lifted the girl into her seat, and then sat next to her.

"Hey, Ingrid! Are you having dinner with us tonight?" asked Steve as he smiled to the small girl. "You look very nice tonight. Is that a new dress?"

"Yep, Miss Ashley gave it to me," beamed the child. "She's been helping my father with his new job. I'm staying with Miss Ashley tonight!"

"I should have mentioned that I was bringing Ingrid. Is it okay with everybody?" asked a somewhat nervous Ashley.

"You're really hitting it off with this beautiful little girl," observed Kate. "We love her and wouldn't dream of complaining about her coming to dinner. Can we assume that you're getting along okay with her father?"

Ashley blushed as she responded. "I've been helping him get set up. We found a two bedroom apartment for him and Ingrid. He's busy getting some furniture for it tonight. That's why Ingrid's staying with me. We're having a sleep over!"

"Sis, is it just Ingrid that's sleeping over?" asked Becky with a straight face.

"Yes! I know that I'm kind of pathetic. It's pretty obvious that I'm a little taken with Ingrid's dad. I'm so afraid of screwing up again, but he seems like a really good man. What do you think, Steve?"

"I lost any right to advise you after that disaster with the fake Mark Neary. You're a smart, capable woman and will make the right decision. What I will do is let you know if any concerns or objections crop up," promised Steve.

"Okay, but I don't blame you for what happened with Mark. You're still the one I depend on, and that won't change," replied Ashley. "I really enjoy Ingrid. That's a good thing, don't you think?

"Ashley, it's a very good thing," assured Naomi. "She's a little doll and you're lucky to spend time with her. She's a treasure.

"Not to change the subject, but I just found out a couple days ago that I'm going to Hungary, too. Being an attaché has its advantages. I'm going to pack tonight so I can sleep well tomorrow night and be ready to take off early the next morning. I've never been to Hungary!"

"Neither have I, but I've heard some great stuff about it," replied Steve. "The food is supposed to be extremely good. The Danube is amazing and the government's fairly progressive. I'm told that Budapest is especially beautiful at night. Maybe we can get together and do some sightseeing while we're there."

"Mr. Hammer, are you asking me for a date?" teased Naomi. 

"Well, yes I am," grinned Steve. "I would be honored if you'd accompany me on a tour of Budapest when we have some time off."

"Allow me to consult my calendar, as well as my boyfriend," responded Naomi as she blinked her eyes in an exaggerated gesture. "He should be available to take my call right now."

Even as she spoke, Naomi was scrolling through her contacts. "Hey, Jared? You know that I'm scheduled to go to Budapest? A handsome SEAL just asked me on a date. He wants me to do some sightseeing with him, but I think he may try to ply me with liquor and have his way with me. He looks like the type. Yes, he's the one with the girlfriend with the big ass and small boobs. You think so? Wouldn't that ruin him for his girlfriend? You know better than anyone that once a man spends time with me, he'd never be satisfied with any other woman. Okay, if you're certain. I promise I'll tell you everything, and then I'll show you everything when I see you next. Bye, Lover!" 

"He's disturbingly fine with it," admitted Naomi. "I just have to tell him all about what we do and then show him exactly what we did the next time we're together. You'd better give me something to work with! Now, for one more call.

"Hello, Gwen? I'm going to Budapest and your boyfriend's already hitting on me. It's pretty obvious what he wants. He's already asked me to go sightseeing with him, but we both know he'll try to lure me back to his room. I just want you to know about it so you won't think we're running around behind your back. Jared knows and he's fine with it. He did say something about 'fair play' and 'sauce for the goose', so that may mean that he'd expect some sort of pay back.

"You're way too willing! I don't think I want your big butt anywhere near my boyfriend. Forget the whole thing! Steve will have to go without, at least from me, and I'll make sure he doesn't try for any strange. I don't want him having fun without me," pointed out Naomi as she disconnected.

"I'm afraid that Gwen and Jared have some sort of agreement," stated Naomi as she made an effort to look worried. "If you get lucky with me, they think it would be a green light for them to perform various acts against nature, which have been outlawed in most civilized nations. We can go sightseeing, but I'm afraid you won't be able to sample the goodies. That's why the sneaky guy wanted me to tell him everything! He was planning on doing the same thing with your girl. What a weasel! What do you call a guy like that?"

"Normal? Opportunistic? Funny? A dreamer?" rattled off Steve as Naomi laughed.

A couple of days later, Steve and Naomi landed in Budapest. They attended meetings with their respective senators during the day, but were free in the evenings. They enjoyed a casual dinner in the 'Buda' half of the city the first night. 

"That was delicious!" exclaimed Naomi. "The Creme Brulee was fantastic. This was a great idea."

"Let's go dancing now. Then tomorrow, for our second date, I'm going to take you on a dinner cruise on The Danube," promised Steve as he paid for the dinner. "I already made the reservations for tomorrow night."

"If I didn't know better, I'd think you were trying to get into my little panties," responded Naomi as she took Steve's arm. "You're a very good boyfriend. Did Gwen train you, or did you know all of this before you met her?"

"Gwen gets most of the credit for any social graces I may have, although my mother did her best to teach me the basics before she died," admitted Steve. "Being with a beautiful lady like you brings out the romantic in me."

"I know Gwen didn't teach you those smooth lines that you use all of the time," retorted Naomi. "I can't wait to have every dance with you tonight. You'd better try to slide your hand down on my ass now and then. I'd be insulted if you didn't."

"I certainly wouldn't want to hurt your feelings," grinned Steve as he patted Naomi's round ass a couple times as they headed back to their hotel lounge.

A short time later, Steve and Naomi joined others on the crowded dance floor. "I have to get some pictures for Mom. She'll probably be disappointed if I don't seduce you. My own mother thinks I should take you for a spin at least once before we both get married to someone else. What kind of mom would even suggest such a thing?"

"My kind? Or was that a trick question?" asked Steve as he pulled Naomi a little closer. "Your mom's one of my favorite people. She was always really good to me when I knew her in Cuba."




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'Yeah? Well, she'd be even better to you now if she gets the chance," warned Naomi. "Middle age seems to be making her more sexual for some reason. Jared and I discuss you all of the time. He feels that meeting you in high school really helped him in his career path. He saw what a good guy you were, yet you never took any crap from anyone. When he took those bullets intended for Gwen, he was thinking about how you'd react if you had been there.

"Being friends with you and your entire group has been one of the highlights of my life. I have a great boyfriend and some great guys that are friends. You have no idea how nice it is to be able to do things, like dance with you, knowing that I don't have to keep pushing you away, or resist your advances. Is that your hand on my ass?

"I'm proud of Jared and how the other women in our group like and respect him. He's been naked in hot tubs a few times with Gwen and some of the other girls and they aren't uncomfortable about it. We feel like friends and not just 'black friends'. You and Gwen and the others really don't seem to care about race at all. I wish the whole world worked that way."

"I learned to respect Jared when we played football together," revealed Steve. "He worked hard and treated all of the guys good, even though he was the toughest guy on the team. When he saved Gwen's life, he became my brother. I'll do anything I can to help him any way I can, and I feel he'll do the same for me. All sound relationships have to be built on trust. Men have to be able to trust each other in order to be true friends. I think the world of you, but I would never betray Gwen or Jared, or my own principles. You're the same way and we both know it. You're a beautiful woman that values honor and trust. That's why I like you so much." 

"And all this time I thought it was my good looks, big boobs, and tiny ass," replied Naomi with a laugh.

"Those attributes have not gone unnoticed, I assure you," responded Steve as he made a production of leering at Naomi's cleavage.

"Lieutenant Hammer, are you trying to seduce my attaché?" asked Senator Elizabeth Mason as she danced close to the couple.

"Senator, all he has to do is ask, or even whistle," replied Naomi quickly. "You know how to whistle, don't you, Steve? Just put your lips together and blow?"

"I'm tempted to show you how well I whistle," threatened Steve, but with a smile. "And I won't be whistling Dixie, that's for sure."

Steve and Naomi were asked to Join Senator Mason and her husband at their table. They had only been seated a few minutes when Steve was approached by a man in a suit.

"Sir, I apologize for disturbing you, but I feel I would be remiss if I did not take a chance here tonight. Many of the patrons have asked if you were going to sing with our little band this evening. The hotel, as well as our clientele, would be most appreciative. I understand if you choose not to perform, but if I didn't ask, I would forever wonder what might have been," stated the man as he waited for Steve to respond.

"If you ladies would excuse me, I'd like to try it. That 'little band' is quite good and it sounds like fun. Do you mind, Naomi?" asked Steve.

"Mind? My date for the night wants to serenade me, along with a hundred other people, and I should complain? I can't wait to hear how you do with the older songs they're playing."

Steve was greeted warmly by the five piece band when he stepped onto the small stage they occupied. One of the members spoke very good English.

"We all watched that performance from Paris. It was incredible. We really don't play rock and roll, if that's a problem."

"No problem," assured Steve. "Just give the music with the lyrics and we'll see what we can do."

Steve spent five minutes lining up the songs they agreed on and then he stepped up to the microphone standing on the stage. "We're going to do our best to entertain everyone. Please be patience since we just met and obviously never practiced any of this. We'll start with 'Summer Wind' and go from there."

The band played the intro for several seconds before Steve began to sing. He managed to get as far as the phrase 'from across the sea' before the room broke into serious applause. He stopped singing and the band played in circles for a few minutes before it quieted down. Then Steve picked up where he left off. He was smiling broadly as he acknowledged the crowd's appreciation with a wave of his hand as he continued to sing.

When the song ended, Steve was surprised at the enthusiasm of the crowd. He had little time to consider it as the band started another Sinatra song, 'When I was Seventeen'. Steve had grown up listening to and singing along with Sinatra. His mother had been a huge fan and she passed the appreciation on to her son.

He sang for a full hour, mostly performing songs from The Great American Songbook. Steve had a great time singing with the surprisingly talented musicians. 'Mack the Knife' was also extremely well received. A full hour later, Steve ended his stint with another Sinatra favorite, 'My Way'. He was surprised when the couples stopped and simply stood on the dance floor listening to him sing. Many of the women had tears in their eyes when he finished!

After a thunderous ovation, Steve thanked the band and the audience before returning to sit next to Naomi at Senator Mason's table. He was surprised to see Naomi's eyes were misty and Senator Mason was wiping tears from her cheeks.

"I had no idea you could sing so well!" blurted Senator Chatham as she sat down in an empty chair near Steve. "I knew you were good with rock and roll and some ballads, but that was incredible. I'm no marketing whiz, but I'd suggest that you record more songs like that. I know I'd pay for them."

"I streamed your performance to Gwen and Stephanie with my IPad," revealed Naomi. "Gwen had Stephanie instruct the people that run your web sites to stream it live over the internet for free. There were over five million viewers by the time you wrapped it up! People can now download it off your site and watch it any time they want. 

"That was some great singing. Dad always talked about Sinatra, Nat King Cole, Ray Charles, and a few others. He said that singers today couldn't hold a candle to the singers from back when. I texted him and suggested that he check out your performance this evening. Mom wrote back and said you're the best singer she's ever heard, and that if I don't jump your bones, she will!"

"I see," replied Steve as he pretended to be deep in thought. "Suppose you jump my bones, but don't tell your mom? Then she'll feel compelled to do it when we get back to Sparta."

"What is it with you guys and our mothers?" demanded Naomi. "Most guys would be happy having me, but you're trying to bed me, and my mother. I'd complain to Gwen, but she already knows how you are. How all of you guys are. How come you're all so attracted to cougars?"

"Excuse me? Did I understand you correctly?" asked Senator Mason, flashing an wicked grin. "Steve is one of those young men that falls prey to cougars? That's useful information."

"We're going to cut our stay here short," interrupted Senator Chatham. "We'll be leaving for Kiev the day after tomorrow. Tensions are rising between Russian and Ukraine governments. Secretary Rosen will meet us there. You know he's announced that he's resigning at the end of the month. It's no secret that he plans on campaigning for the presidency.

"Our entire delegation will be going, but President Hanson and Secretary Rosen made it quite clear that you're the person they want on the ground, Steve. You've cultivated a very good relationship with both governments and Rosen will be leaning on you to help forge some sort of agreement. He's done a total about face from when you first met him in Russia. Remember how livid he was? Rumor in the halls of Congress had it at the time that he besmirched Gwen's good name, and you called him on it in front of everyone at that summit. Now he's asking you to attend. He's trying to be more presidential, and if he defuses this powder keg, he'll use that success when he campaigns." 

"So 'my date' for the evening not only sings and dances, but solves world crises, too?" teased Naomi. "You're going to get so lucky tonight!"

"Miss Wilson, I hope that I don't have to point out the code of conduct that we insist our people follow," warned Senator Mason.

"Not really, Senator," complained Naomi. "Steve has an even higher moral code than the Navy, so it's not an issue. I couldn't get him into my bed, even if I tried. That's what makes the trying so much fun. If any of us girls, other than Gwen, tease or flirt with him, he's a perfect gentleman. He's like one of the guards at Buckingham Palace."

"Are you saying that a beautiful woman like you can't even get a reaction of him?" asked an incredulous Senator Mason.

"Oh, there's a reaction alright!" laughed Naomi. "It's a rather big reaction, really. He just doesn't let it control him. He has great discipline."

"I'm sitting next to you and can hear every word you're saying," pointed out Steve. "Proper protocol requires that you only talk about me when I'm not around. It seems like everyone keeps forgetting that." 

It was an interesting time in Budapest. The following morning the city newspaper had an article about Steve singing at the local hotel. There were two photos in the paper. One featured Naomi and Steve dancing, while the other showed him singing with the band. The next afternoon, Naomi learned that she had been nominated for an Academy Award for best supporting actress for her role in 'Diana', while Gwen had received one for best actress. As expected, Jordan and Charlie were nominated for best original score and best original song.

Steve went on Skype with Gwen. She had to study for an exam, but they managed ten minutes of personal time. Steve discovered that Gwen took the nomination in stride. She was proud of the nomination, but insisted that she'd trade it all for good marks and better comprehension of her difficult courses. Steve knew that both Gwen and Charlotte were extremely bright, yet they worked very long hours to keep up with their studies. It was very obvious to Steve that med school required extreme dedication, discipline, and hard work.

The delegation landed in Kiev the next day. Steve and Naomi accompanied the senators to a briefing of the situation by Secretary Rosen. They were warmly greeted by Rosen when they entered the room.

"It's good to see you Steve. It's always a pleasure, Lieutenant Wilson," smiled Rosen. "I've taken the liberty to tell the Russian and Ukraine governments that you would be attending our discussions tomorrow and they were both pleased. I'm not making the same mistake I made last time we discussed this situation. Will Lieutenant Wilson be attending with you, Steve?"

Steve instantly picked up on the effort of the Secretary to be respectful and conciliatory. "Sir, we would greatly appreciate that consideration. Lieutenant Wilson is extremely well versed on this part of the world. She has a thorough understanding of the history, politics and geography of Eastern Europe. I would be better able to assist you if she were present to help guide me."

"Really?" asked a mildly surprised Rosen. "That's high praise, especially coming from someone as informed as you are. You surround yourself with unusually talented and intelligent people. I look forward to your input in the upcoming discussions."

Senators Chatham and Mason had known that Steve's presence was requested by the Secretary, but other members of the delegation were surprised at the high regard the two Navy Lieutenants were awarded.

"Secretary Rosen! You have members of Congress here today that have been in office over twenty years. You're not suggesting that you value these Naval officers' opinions more highly than ours, are you?" asked the most senior senator present. 

Steve turned his attention back to Rosen to await his response. If he were to be considered a serious contender for the Presidency, he needed to be able to handle situations like these.

"Of course not, Senator!" replied Rosen quickly before weighing his next words carefully. "However, the indisputable fact is that both governments trust and respect this young man. If he is the link that could allow us to find a solution to these issues, then we need to utilize the popularity he has with both parties. I know of no one else as highly regarded by both the Russian and Ukraine governments as Lieutenant Hammer. I would never suggest that his knowledge of foreign affairs compares to yours in any way."

"Yet you insist on having these young officers involved in such serious discussions? They're actors, not diplomats. There are photos circulating on the internet of the two of them naked in a hot tub! Is the United States to be represented by people with such lose morals? She's little more than a..." 

"Senator!" interrupted Rosen forcefully. "It behooves you to be more circumspect with your comments. I once made the regrettable mistake of demeaning Ms. Anderson in front of Lieutenant Hammer. He will not tolerate disrespect to ladies, for any reason."

Senator Chatham had quickly stepped in front of Steve when she realized where Senator Larson's comments were headed. She placed a hand on Steve's chest before he could stand and spoke quietly to him until he relaxed in his seat.

"Look at what a young hothead he is!" continued the Senator. "He hasn't grown up enough to sit at a table with men." 

"His code of conduct is one of the reasons he's so well received in this part of the world," responded Rosen. "Women aren't always treated the best here, but these cultures respect men like Steve. He's open and direct. He avoids subterfuge. He's a man of honor, and lives by his code. I didn't understand it when I first met him, but now I do, and to be honest, I try to be more like him. I strongly urge you to refrain from derogatory remarks about any ladies."

"You can be sure that the President, as well as the press, will hear about this!" retorted the still annoyed Senator Larson. "He's been the media's darling since he was in high school, but this is the real world. It's unforgiving when you screw up. We're involved in a very critical situation here and we need experienced people working for solutions. What we don't need are youngsters still wet behind the ears!"

"I take direction from President Hanson," replied Rosen calmly. "He's the person you need to address with your concerns. Until I am told differently, these young officers will be at my side during these talks. We'll get together at seven tomorrow morning to prepare for our nine o'clock meeting with the Russians and Ukrainians."

Steve wasn't surprised to find Nadiya waiting for him when they arrived at their hotel. She immediately wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a smoldering kiss.

"It is so good to have you back in Kiev! I told my father that you would be having dinner with us. He was pleased, but not as much as my mother. She has been watching all of your films and videos. When she first met you, she had no idea how accomplished you were. Now she knows. She thinks you would make a good husband for me. I told her I was willing, but your heart belonged to that dark haired witch. I told Mother that Gwen has cast a spell over you.

"You are traveling with Naomi this time? You don't go anywhere without a beautiful woman. Naomi, would you join Steve and my family for dinner tonight? My parents would love to hear about your movie career and how you enjoyed your famous love scene with Steve in the 'Warrior' movie."

"I'd be honored to have dinner with your folks, but you don't need me to tell you what it's like to be naked with Steve. You know how good that is. Wait! From the look on your face, you've never stripped down with Steve. You poor girl! I don't know how you can endure it," teased Naomi. "We'll have to remedy that embarrassing problem."

Nadiya's parents were extremely pleased to have the two famous Americans visit them for dinner. As expected, the conversation centered on the movies Naomi and Steve had appeared in, as well as Naomi's nomination for an Oscar.

"I told you that Mother would want to hear all about your big love scene. She's also seen that photo on the internet of you and Steve in that hot tub. She was very impressed," grinned Nadiya.

"Your daughter tells me that she has never been naked with Steve," responded Naomi, taking care to speak slowly since Nadiya's mother was not overly fluent in English. "She's missing an experience of a lifetime. I am going to speak to Gwen and see if I can arrange it. Then Nadiya will be able to tell you her own stories about Steve."

Nadiya's mother looked at Steve's blushing face before breaking into laughter as she vigorously nodded her head. "I think Nadiya would like that!"

"This is not proper talk for dinner," insisted Nadiya's father. "My daughter does not take her clothes off, even for Steve."

"That's too bad because I was going to ask Gwen if she would care to join me in a hot tub with Nadiya's big, strong father. But if you feel it's wrong,..."

"Perhaps I was hasty," admitted Mr. Misko quickly. "I suppose if Nadiya kept the bottom to her suit on and Steve promised to not take advantage, we might be able to work something out."

"Father! You would trade your daughter's modesty for a chance to ogle these big breasted Americans? Mother, what sort of man did you marry?" asked Nadiya of her mother, first in English and then in Ukrainian, so her mother better understood the question. 

"The same as I hope you will marry," replied her mother as she affectionately rubbed her husband's arm. "A man that appreciates beauty, especially in a woman. He can look, but he knows that he will not fare well if he partakes in any others."

"You are all the woman I want," declared her husband. "I was merely trying to be polite to our company by leading her to think that seeing her and Gwen Anderson in a hot tub would be something I would enjoy."

That conversation set the mood for the dinner, but as dessert was served, Nadiya's father turned the conversation to the problems with Russia. Steve and Naomi listened carefully as Mr. Misko explained his country's position and the issues they had with Russian policy. Nadiya would join in on occasion to clarify or accentuate a point.

By the time the Americans left the Misko's residence, they had a much better understanding of the situation. Steve had discovered that there was a great deal he did not know about the history and origins of the dispute between the two nations.

"Steve, that Nadiya is really sharp! She plays the dumb blonde to the hilt in public, but she's extremely knowledgeable on national and international affairs," declared Naomi once the two entered their hotel. "This dispute between Ukraine and Russia is a long time in the making and runs pretty deep. This may be a difficult task."

"I'm just beginning to learn how much I don't know about this part of the world," observed Steve. "I need to read more and listen better. This was a lesson in humility for me tonight. I'm glad you were there to help fill me in on the background of the problems."

"You can't be expected to know everything about everything," responded Naomi. "Look at the bright side. Nadiya and her mother both think you're the cat's pajamas. That girl's as beautiful a woman as I've ever seen."

"Haven't you ever looked in a mirror?" asked Steve. "You're second to none in the looks department. Then toss in that amazing brain and that round ass and you're the whole package."

"No wonder Gwen fell for you," cooed Naomi. "Even if your eyesight is weak. My ass isn't all that round. You think I'm attractive? As beautiful as Nadiya?"




Lady in Red Pt. 02 Ch. 16



As she hurried between classes, Gwen was stopped by a local reporter the day after Hardy's diatribe was aired. The reporter asked about her response to Bill Hardy's accusations. Her answer was brief and to the point.

"I'm pursuing an MD. That means that I have some seriously difficult courses. I'm a freshman congresswoman. I'm an owner in a rather large company. I make movies, recordings, and give concerts. I have to make a commercial for the Super Bowl this coming weekend, and I'm co-hosting the Academy Awards in a couple of weeks. I simply have no time for baseless accusations. As usual, Mr. Hardy offered conjecture and misinformation, but nothing factual. I really can't be bothered. Now, please excuse me," finished Gwen. "I'm going to be late for a lecture."

Even though Gwen, Steve, and Lady in Red Productions publicly dismissed Hardy's suggestions as unfounded and baseless, the members of Congress that were unhappy with Gwen's popularity and her increasing success saw an opportunity and began working behind the scenes, as only politicians can. There were private conversations and unscheduled meetings among her more determined detractors. Various possibilities were considered, and options discussed. Nothing was mentioned in public, but the groundwork was being established. 

The following weekend found Gwen, Steve, Jordan, Charlie and their friends gathered in Sparta to make the commercials that Stephanie had contracted for the Super Bowl. Diane planned to spend as much time as she could with Jordan, Gwen, Charlie, and Steve on a couple of dance numbers for the Oscars. It shaped up to be a very busy weekend for the group.

On Friday evening, the friends gathered at Ted and Paula's home. Paula had ordered a catered buffet so that everyone could visit as they ate. Will surprised Steve when he took him aside for a brief conversation.

"I have to thank you for giving Stephanie that great job. Now we see her a lot more, and she's really enjoying her work. I know she's young, but she's smart and she's totally loyal to you, Jordan, Charlie and her cousins."

"Gwen and I thought of Steph as soon as Ashley agreed to head up Gwen's office in Washington. She's doing a great job and we have complete confidence in her," agreed Steve.

"That's great to hear," smiled Will as he looked around to be certain no one was within hearing. "I have a strange favor to ask. I know it'll sound odd, but it's important to me."

"I don't keep secrets from Gwen, so don't ask me to do that," replied Steve as he tried to guess where Will was headed. "If she asks what we talked about, or if she asks why I'm doing something unusual that you requested, I'll tell her the truth. She means too much to me to screw things up by keeping secrets."

"I understand. Remember that I've been married 25 years," responded Will. "I think she'll be fine with it, if a little surprised. You'll understand when I tell you the favor I'm asking.

"It's no secret that Diane thinks the world of you. Don't worry, I'm okay with it. Neither of you would ever do anything to harm the family dynamics," added Will as Steve blushed and began to protest. "This sounds unusual, but I'm hoping you'll understand. I've noticed that the Diane seems unusually amorous after spending time with you, especially if you flirt with her a bit. 

"Don't be embarrassed. She tells me all about what you two do together. When she told me she was pregnant, she also mentioned how she had asked your advice while she was topless in a hot tub with you. We had the hottest sex of our lives that weekend. She's figured out that it turns me on to have her tell me about your little interactions. She's really hot and primed after her time with you. She thinks it's me reacting to her stories, and it is to an extent, but a lot of it her attitude."

"I don't know how to respond to that," stated Steve thoughtfully. "I do understand part of it. When I see Billy, Jared, and the other guys looking at Gwen when she's topless or in a sexy outfit, it cranks me up a notch or two. She knows it and loves to talk about it just to get me going. Now that you mention it, I think it also gets her motor running to be so obviously admired by the guys," considered Steve. "But what favor would you like?"

"Could you try to be sure to flirt with Diane when you see her this weekend and into the future? Sometimes at events like this, you're too busy with your younger friends to give her much attention. She never complains, but I can tell it disappoints her a little, and it actually puts a damper on our sex life. If you managed to give her a little personal time whenever you see her, I'd greatly appreciate it, if you get my drift. You'd be doing both Diane and me a favor," assured Will. "You'll be spending time with her while you work on the dance routines, so just turn up the heat a little. I'll take care of the rest!"

"Let me see if I have this right. The favor you're asking is for me to be sure to flirt more with your wife?" asked a grinning Steve. "I think I could do that for you. It's a lot to ask, but I'm always trying to help anyway I can. I'll wind her up so bad she'll probably kill you in bed. I hope you have a few blue pills in case they're needed."

"If she kills me in bed, I'll go out happy," chuckled Will. "I thought you'd find it in your heart to help me out. I'll be ready for her, don't you worry about that." 

By that time Diane was headed in their direction. "What are you two talking about over here? I could see you looking around and grinning like a couple of school boys."

"It was men talk. No reason for you to worry that lovely head over it," responded Steve with a dazzling smile. "I've got to tell you that sometimes I forget just how beautiful you are. That outfit really puts your assets on display. I need to talk with you before I leave. There may be a few changes to the movie we're making this summer. They'll affect you directly."

With that, Steve wandered toward his friends as Diane blushed before looking at Will and smiling. "He likes your wife's boobs and how much of them are showing tonight. How's that make you feel?"

"You'll find out how hard I feel when we get home!" promised Will as he kissed Diane on the cheek. 

A bit later, the girls decided to have a ladies' night out while the men were going to stay at Ted's to watch an action movie on his big screen TV. Lisa had a problem, however. "Jason has a late meeting and my regular sitter is out of town for the weekend. I'll have to stay home with Theresa."

"I'd be glad to take care of Theresa for a few hours!" volunteered Steve. "I'd rather do that than watch that movie again. I'd enjoy having her with me."

"You do realize that you might have to change her diaper? Maybe a few times?" asked a skeptical Lisa.

"I used to help Mom when she watched neighbors' kids on the Naval base," replied Steve with a chuckle. "I wound up changing quite a few diapers back then. It's like riding a bike. I'll figure it out."

"Sis, where did you ever find this guy?" marveled Lisa as she hugged Steve. "He sings, dances, saves lives, and changes dirty diapers! Jason has trouble stifling his gag reflex when he just smells a dirty diaper. You'd better marry this guy pretty soon. If word of this gets out, every woman in the country of child bearing age will be after him!"

"They already are," beamed Gwen as she watched Steve blush under Lisa's praise. "And that includes a few conniving witches here tonight."

"Hey, I already have a boyfriend!" responded Naomi immediately. "But I have to admit I didn't know that Steve changed diapers."

"Neither did I!" chimed in Jordan. "Now I know where I can find a baby sitter in a hurry. That was the final obstacle Charlie and I had to overcome before I get pregnant."

"It looks like Steve's going to be the reason Jordan gets knocked up," observed Kate drily. "I have to admit that it wouldn't have surprised me a few years ago, before she found Charlie." 

Steve was able to catch a few minutes with Diane when she was returning from the bathroom. He ushered her into the laundry room and closed the door.

"I wanted to speak with you about the movie we'll be making. I know it's the first time you'll be in one of our films. I was wondering how comfortable you would be with a little love scene between us?"

"I didn't see anything like that in the draft I have," replied a surprised Diane. "I'm pretty old for a young hunk like you to be chasing, don't you think?"

"My character is a bit of a bad boy. He's been out of the military a couple years and he's lost his way, at least as far as women are concerned. You're a beautiful woman. When he meets you, he's immediately attracted to you and the age difference is no problem. He's looking for sex and not anything long term," responded Steve.

"So this guy just wants some casual sex with me and that's it?" asked Diane. "Would my character be so shallow and desperate that she'd succumb to the seduction?"

"That's what I want you to consider. We're not sure just how she'd respond. Think about it," suggested Steve as he moved closer to Diane and took her into his arms. "He's a smooth operator. You'll be working on the dance routines with him, so you'll be in his arms quite often, just like this.

"Then he might reach down and undo your top button, like this," whispered Steve as he unbuttoned the first button on Diane's already low top. "You'll be standing there just like you are now. You tell me how your character should react when he reaches for the second button. Would you slap his face, simply place your hand over your top so he can't access it, or would you let him undo another one, like this?"

Steve could see Diane's throat and upper chest flush as she stood motionless while he unfastened her second button. Steve let his fingers trail over her exposed flesh as Diane's frilly bra came into sight. Her breathing quickened as he slid his finger down to the button located just below her bra.

"I'm not getting any feedback from you. Would your character allow my character to undo another button?" asked Steve as he toyed with the fastener with one finger while his other fingers glided over Diane's upper chest.

"I'll let you know when to stop," replied Diane hoarsely. "I don't think my character would mind what you've done so far."

Steve smiled as he moved his lips close to Diane's and whispered, "The next move my character would make would be to slide his hand under your bra. He'd take your left breast in his hand and gently cup it as he pinched your hard nipple. If you didn't stop him, he'd pull it from the bra, leaving it exposed to his hungry stare. Then he'd lower his head and take the nipple into his mouth. He may never let it go again."

"I can see how something like that could happen if the older woman has been seeing the young man for a few years and harbored a few fantasies about him," managed Diane as she licked her lips slowly. As she did so, her tongue briefly touched Steve's lower lip. "Would he give the same attention to her right breast? She'd want them both suckled by this bad boy."

"I think he'd want to see and feel both of them, if she allowed it," admitted Steve softly. "But how far would she let it go? This would be in the movie, so your breasts would be seen by the viewers. How would you feel about that? What would Will say?"

"Don't worry about Will. He'd love it. Explaining it to Stephanie might be the challenge, but this is art. Gwen does it so well and she's idolized by her fans. I just worry about how I'd look, and if everyone would think I'm desperate older woman trying to cling to the past."

"You're not answering my question. If you were willing, I'd have you ride me cowboy style so I could watch your breasts sway as you moved beak and forth. My hands would cup your round ass and help move you around on me. Then I'd pull you down so I could feel your hard nipples against my chest," stated Steve huskily.

"You seem pretty sure that my nipples would be hard. How do you know that you'd have that effect on me?" questioned Diane as she once again licked her lips and grazed Steve's.

"For one, your nipples look like small pebbles right now, and we're simply discussing the possibility. They'd be hard and pretty sensitive by the time I finished with them," promised Steve.

"Oh, my goodness!" exclaimed Diane, but with no real surprise as she glanced down. "You're looking down my bra right now, aren't you? You can see how hard my nipples are. Are you going to slide your hand under my bra like your character would in the movie?"

"You know I can't do that. If it's a movie, I can pretend that I'm acting. If I do it in real life, I'm disrespecting you, Will, and Gwen. That won't happen. I just wanted to find out how you felt about a love scene and how far you'd be willing to go," concluded Steve as he backed away from Diane.

"I guess you have my answer. If a few hundred million people see me naked in your arms, I'll be a very happy woman. I just hope Paula and Cindy don't get too upset. They'd be extremely jealous."

"You think about it and talk it over with Will," suggested Steve. "He has to be good with anything we do. I don't even know if we'll definitely have a love scene, but it's good to be prepared."

The laundry door suddenly swung open and Stephanie stepped inside with Paula right behind her. "Mom! We've been looking all over for you two. Everyone's ready to head out. Steve has to get his babysitting instructions from Lisa, and you have to button up your blouse before you leave this room! What have you two been doing?"

"Don't let your imagination get carried away," smiled Diane as she casually buttoned her top while she smirked at Paula. "We were discussing the movie and some of the scenes we'll be doing."

"I have a copy of the script and you keep your clothes on the entire time," countered Stephanie as she gave Steve a questioning look. "Go find your jacket while I have a word with Steve, please."

Diane was still smiling as she walked past Paula and into the hall. A baffled Paula stared at her while Stephanie closed the door and faced Steve. 

"So what are you doing with my mother?" she demanded as soon as the door was firmly shut. "If you screw up her marriage, or betray Gwen, or both, I'll never talk to you again!"

Steve reached out and grabbed Stephanie's arms and pulled her close. "If I do any of those things, I'd expect you to never speak to me again, and worse. Your mom is fine, and your Dad is especially fine, or will be later on. You've got to trust me a little bit, Steph. What would everyone think if you left here with your buttons undone? Would it indicate that we were betraying our loved ones?"

"I would sure hope so!" laughed Stephanie with relief at Steve's words, even as she moved her left hand to her top. "I do trust you. I simply have to be reassured now and then. You just gave me a great idea. I'm going to go back out with a few extra buttons undone and see what Mom says!"

As she spoke, Stephanie turned and opened the door, but not before a fair amount of her bra was displayed as her top fell open. Paula and Diane were still in the hall when Stephanie emerged from the laundry room. 

"Excuse me," grinned Stephanie as she walked past the two shocked women. "I have to get the girls back in place and then I'll be ready to leave. That Steve is certainly insistent, isn't he, Mother? I just hope he didn't leave a bruise."

Steve stepped into the hall as Stephanie went into the nearby bathroom. "Young Man, what kind of game are you playing?" demanded an obviously irked Paula. "This is way out of character for you."

"Would you care to step into the laundry room with me for a few minutes so that we might discuss the situation?" grinned Steve. "It looks like your buttons are ready to pop anyway. They were never intended to hold back so much feminine charm."

Diane's mouth was still hanging open as she stared at the door Stephanie had just closed. Then she swung around to face Steve. "You'd better not be doing anything with Stephanie, or I'll ..."

"Steph was just busting your chops," laughed Steve. "I don't know where she gets her wicked sense of humor. It certainly wasn't from her mother or her aunt, was it?"

Paula studied Steve for a few seconds before breaking into a smile. "I guess I have to learn to take a joke, and to try to trust my sister a little more. Lisa wanted me to tell you to get over to her house so she can give you instructions on how to take care of Theresa. We're all ready to go, so you'd better get a move on. 

"There something going on around here and I'm going to find out what it is. Ride with me tonight, Diane. I have a few questions for you," insisted Paula as Diane gave Steve a big smile before following her sister to the door.

Steve had been alone with Theresa for about half an hour when she began to fuss. He changer her diaper and rocked with her for another half hour, but Theresa still didn't settle down very well. Remembering something his mother once told him, he carried the baby onto the enclosed porch and turned Lisa and Jason's hot tub on. Soon he was settled in with little Theresa cradled in his arms with her little feet and legs in the warm water. She immediately stopped fussing and soon fell asleep in Steve's arms.

Steve was relaxing with the baby, daydreaming about what it would be like to have kids of his own when he sensed someone stepping into the tub. He turned his head to find Stephanie sitting down close to his left side.

"I told everyone that I had some calls to make, but I really wanted to talk to you. The other girls are all assuming that I'm going to be in the commercials tomorrow. They have some really nice lingerie and swim suits picked out for me. I'm just worried about a few things, so I thought I'd talk it over with you," concluded Stephanie.

Seeing how serious Stephanie was, Steve responded carefully. "It all sounds really good to me. What's the problem? The commercials were your idea and a darn good one. We all think so."

"The problem is that all of the other women have killer bodies. My boobs aren't big enough for me to model any sexy clothes. I know everyone means well, but I'm afraid that I'll just embarrass myself. Gwen, Lisa, Jordan, Kate, and especially Naomi all have big, full breasts. I'll look like a little girl next to them," worried Stephanie.

"Really? That's your problem?" chuckled Steve. "I'll never understand women if I live to be a hundred. Men can have big guts, be losing their hair, have no money, no job, and still think that women will fall all over them. Women can be perfect in almost every way and still be insecure about their looks, their figure, and their clothes, or about almost everything else.

"Stand up, Steph, and let me see how bad it is. I've never seen you naked before and now's my chance."

"You'll probably throw up or something when you see me. I don't have what Gwen and the others have. Even Mom and Aunt Paula are beautiful and have big breasts and small waists. I was short changed," complained Stephanie.

"You wanted my opinion on this situation, so stand up and let me see how unattractive you are. I'll be totally honest and tell you exactly what I think. I won't sugar coat anything," promised Steve. "Let's have a look."

Stephanie nervously stood and turned to face Steve. The water dripped from her firm breasts and hard nipples, as well as from the small triangle of hair between her legs. Steve remained quiet as he studied at every inch of Stephanie's body. Finally he spoke.

"Turn around slowly so I can see your ass and thighs. Okay, stand like that," insisted Steve once Stephanie had her back to him. "Now turn and face me, Steph."

Once again Steve remained quiet as Stephanie stood in front of him. She was becoming increasing conscious of her nudity in front of the man she had adored for the past five years. She was thrilled to finally show him her body, but concerned that he would be disappointed. Finally she sat back down.




Lady in Red Pt. 02 Ch. 16



"You looked long enough! What do you think? Do you agree that I can't compete with the other girls and their killer bodies?" asked Stephanie even as she dreaded Steve's response.

"You want me to be honest, right?" began Steve cautiously. "I'll tell you the truth, but you have to promise that you'll believe me and not get angry."

"Okay, let me have it. I won't kill the messenger. I already know pretty much what you're going to tell me."

"First, you need to have your vision tested. You're absolutely gorgeous. I see a lot of your mom in you, but with Will's jaw line. It's a very good combination. Now, let's talk about your breasts. Are you an A cup?"

"No, I'm a full B. Do they look that small?" worried Stephanie as she glanced down at her chest.

"Actually, they look quite big. From the way you spoke about them, it sounded like they'd be little bumps on your chest. How much do you weigh and what are your measurements?" asked Steve. "How tall are you?"

"I'm five feet eight inches tall and weigh about a hundred fifteen pounds. I'm 34-21-35. I guess my ass is big enough. It's my boobs that need to be bigger. Maybe I should get implants."

"If you ever mess with them, I'll take you over my knee," warned Steve with feeling. "You're body is amazing. You're tall and slender. Your breasts look perfect on your frame. Your nipples are a delight."

"You didn't have to look that closely, did you?" grinned Stephanie. "You honestly think my breasts are okay after seeing Gwen's all of the time. Hers are bigger. Everyone has bigger breasts."

"Haven't you seen Charlotte strutting around the last couple of years? She's grown to a B cup and she's proud as hell. She'll peel her top off as quickly as any of the other girls, or quicker. She's confident and really quite attractive. She knows she looks good and she's happy with her appearance. That confidence makes her even prettier and sexy as hell. 

"I want to be very serious about this," insisted Steve as he pulled Stephanie onto his lap. "You're extremely attractive and you have a wonderful figure. You're a high ranking executive in a major company. You're smart, focused, capable and very sexy at the same time. The only thing that you lack is the confidence that all of your attributes should give you.

"Tell me this. Should I dump Gwen if I find a girl with bigger breasts? Is that so important? Should she dump me if she finds a guy with a bigger cock? Relationships are built on respect and trust, not bust or cock size. Maybe you've been intimidated by being around so many beautiful women that you began to think you'd never be as attractive and desirable as they are. Your mom and aunt are a couple of the best looking women on the planet. Your cousins are out of this world. The one thing you miss in all of this is just how attractive you are. Your body is perfect. Your personality is a delight. I can't see any reason why you'd ever feel you had to take a back seat to anyone."

"I knew I'd feel better after talking to you," laughed Stephanie as she leaned in and kissed Steve on the lips.

"So this is the important business you had to take care of?" asked Lisa as she settled into the tub across from Steve and Stephanie. "Poor Theresa shouldn't be exposed to this type of behavior."

As Lisa spoke, Theresa began to stir and fidget. Lisa reached over and took her from Steve and placed her on her left breast and sighed contentedly. "You've no idea how serene I feel when she's nursing and I have close family near to watch and chat with. Stephanie, you really have an amazing figure. I imagine Steve's already mentioned it, but I've got to tell you that you make us all so jealous. We're going to feel like cows next to you in the commercials tomorrow.

"Your mom told us that you eat anything you want and you never gain weight. Not to change the subject, but how do you like sitting on Steve's lap? Are you getting poked at all? I'd be surprised if you weren't. Steve usually shows his appreciation for a pretty girl in the most convincing way possible."

"I thought that was his knee!" gasped Stephanie as she made a production of taking her hand and plunging it under the surface. "Goodness! You're all worked up! Did Lisa cause that when she climbed into the tub naked, or when she started nursing the baby?" 

"I think it was the result of a gorgeous woman parading around naked and then sitting on my lap," replied a flushed Steve. "The beautiful naked woman nursing a baby simply exacerbated the situation, if that was possible."

"What's up with your mom?" asked Lisa as she switched the baby to her other breast. "She was all giddy and happy acting before she even had any wine. She kept making comments about how lucky Uncle Will was going to get tonight."

"That's one of the reasons I decided to leave early. What were you doing with Mom in the laundry room, Steve? She was all red faced and even had some sweat on her brow when I found you two. I know that Aunt Paula was wondering about it, too. Please tell me you're not doing something inappropriate with my mother," insisted Stephanie.

"Yeah, let's hear the answer to that one," chuckled Lisa. "You and Aunt Diane were alone in the laundry room and she came out all flushed and sweaty? What else did I miss?" 

"Not only that, but she had a few buttons undone on her top. Most of her boobs were hanging out. Her entire bra was visible and she was smiling like the cat that got the cream," added Stephanie.

"Aunt Diane does have some seriously nice boobs, but what was this bad boy doing to get them so exposed," wondered Lisa. "But then, it's no secret that he watched her nurse little Billy every chance he got. He probably knows them like the back of his hand. He doesn't have to sneak around in a laundry room to get a look at her breasts. 

"I just had a thought. I see a pattern developing here. He's got this thing for mother/daughter combinations! You and Aunt Diane have been in the hot tub with him, as have Theresa and I," pointed out Lisa. "Don't give me that surprised look, Steve. Everyone's heard about Aunt Diane pouring her heart out to you in the hot tub after she found out she was pregnant. You've seen Jordan and Cindy topless, too! Have you ever managed to get Mom topless, other than that time those rapists attacked her. That doesn't count since it wasn't voluntary and was so awful."

"I've learned that gentlemen do not speak about their interactions with ladies, especially to other ladies," grinned Steve.

"That would make three generations of topless women in our family now that Theresa's been in the tub with you," exclaimed Lisa. "I'll have to ask Mom about it. If she hasn't done it yet, I'll suggest it since you're going for some sort of record."

"I was wondering if your grandmother will be visiting anytime soon?" asked Steve with a straight face.

"You pig!" exclaimed Stephanie as she gently slapped Steve's shoulder. "Not Grandmother, too! She's the last hold out in the family."

"Wait until I tell her," laughed Lisa. "I bet she'll love the idea. Grandmother is no shrinking violet. That's for sure. For being in her late sixties, she's in great shape. Maybe we can talk her into it."

"Why would you want to do that?" asked Stephanie. "Isn't it bad enough that he's ruined the rest of us for other men? Why make Grandmother suffer, too?"

"I don't feel like he ruined me for Jason," corrected Lisa quickly. "He just gave me a better idea what to look for in a man, and I found a good one. Now tell us why you had Aunt Diane all hot and bothered, Steve. Now that I think about it, Mom was pretty quiet tonight. So, what's going on?"

"I'm sworn to secrecy. I'm not at liberty to divulge anything concerning my actions with Diane. Torture me if you must, but my lips are sealed."

"Fair enough," responded Lisa. "I'll just tell Gwen that you had Aunt Diane in a frenzied state and her top was unbuttoned when Stephanie found her with you in the laundry room, and that Mom can verify it."

"That doesn't faze me. I can explain everything to Gwen and she'll understand," asserted Steve.

"How about if I tell her how I found Stephanie naked and on your lap in the hot tub? You know how beautiful she thinks Stephanie is, and how jealous and hurt she'll be," added Lisa.

"Gwen trusts me and she trusts Stephanie. We didn't do anything wrong and she'll know that," responded Steve calmly.

"How about I drag my breasts all over your face if you tell us what happened?" asked Lisa.

"I admit that I can be bribed and that's a very tempting offer, but what if Steph tells on us? We'd both be in trouble," reasoned Steve.

"How about if both Stephanie and I rub our nipples all over your face for a few minutes?" countered Lisa.

"You win!" answered Steve as he pulled Stephanie up and so her chest was head high and her breasts were inches from his face. "Do we have a deal Stephanie? I need to know pretty soon. The temptation is just too great!"

"Okay, okay!" laughed Stephanie. "If that's the only way we can get the truth from you. Go ahead, but no bites or bruises!"

"I think I can make certain there won't be any marks," came a calm voice from behind Stephanie. "I also think I can squeeze the truth out of this guy without inhumane torture, or the disfiguring of his handsome mug with random nipple marks."

"Gwen! I was just kidding around! All of us were, right, Lisa? Steve? It was just a little joking and teasing. You guys need to tell her! Lisa started it. It's her fault," whimpered Stephanie as Gwen approached the tub.

"Really? Lisa is sitting there nursing her baby. You're the one that looks like you're about to provide the same service for my boyfriend. I have to admit I didn't realize just how beautiful you are. I can't blame Steve for being weak when he's faced with such temptation," responded Gwen with surprising calm.

"Gwen, I'm so sorry! It won't happen again," promised a very worried Stephanie.

"Really? Then why are your rather firm and seemingly perfect boobs still in Steve's face. You're telling me how sorry you are, but your nipples look like you could cut diamonds with them. Do I believe your words or the obvious evidence your remarkable body is presenting?"

"Steve, put me down! Can't you see how upset Gwen is? I need to get some clothes on and go home!" insisted Stephanie.

Suddenly, Lisa and Gwen broke into gales of laughter. "Gwen was standing behind you during the whole conversation," explained Lisa between chuckles. "Steve and I could see her, but you couldn't. She motioned for us to keep on and not let you know she was there. You should have seen yourself. When Steve pulled your chest toward his face, you were smiling to beat the band. Then when you heard Gwen speak, you looked like you were scared to death."

"I guess that was my guilty conscience," responded a much relieved Stephanie. "But why hasn't Steve released me so I can at least get under the water? Why's he still holding me like this?"

"I suspect it's because he's enjoying himself so much," observed Gwen. "He's wanted to get you in this position for years and now that he has, he's savoring it. Let her down Steve. I think you should be able to remember exactly what they look like by now."

Steve dropped Stephanie back down on his lap and gave her a hard hug and then kissed her forehead. "You're a good sport and a very attractive woman. You have everything it takes to model swimsuits, lingerie, or lipstick. 

"I guess the girls' night is finished and we have a really busy day tomorrow, so let's get home, Gwen. Theresa was great and I'll watch her any time I can, Lisa. She's a pleasure to sit!"

"Just a minute!" insisted Lisa. "I texted Jason that you and Stephanie were in the hot tub with me and Theresa. He wrote back that he'd hurry home from the meeting and to not let Stephanie leave. It seems that Steve isn't the only guy that harbors some fantasies about our little cousin."

"Jason said that when he has one of the most beautiful woman in the world for a wife? Why would he want to see me naked? You're so sexy and so beautiful and your breasts are even bigger now that you're nursing."

"Could it be because he's a man, and because you're absolutely gorgeous? He's probably exceeding the speed limit right now hoping to get here before you leave," predicted Lisa.

"What did he say about Steve being in here with you naked? Does that bother him?" asked Stephanie curiously.

"Not really. He doesn't swing that way. And he's already seen Steve naked," chuckled Lisa.

"You know I was asking how Jason feels about Steve being naked in a hot tub with you?" persisted Stephanie.

"I would guess about the same as Gwen felt when she found Steve naked with you and me. I have to tell you that we're a couple of pretty hot women and Steve's quite the typical male, only maybe more male than most men. Should Gwen be all upset and worried because she found Steve with a couple of sexy women? Maybe she would be if it was Naydia on his lap, but she trusts Steve and she trusts us.

"Jason and Steve, and all of the guys for that matter, have a brother thing going. They love seeing us women naked, but not one of them would ever consider breaking the 'bro code' by doing anything inappropriate with any woman, not their own. This code they have is even stronger than our feminine appeal," stated Lisa. "Respect and honor are huge to these guys. The only thing Jason was worried about was you leaving before he got back home."

"So if I pushed my breasts into Steve's face, I would have broken Gwen's trust?" asked a worried Stephanie.

"Hardly," responded Gwen. "We ladies can do about anything we want to these guys, short of anything obviously sexual, like penetration or oral sex. We can rub our boobs all over the guys, but they can't touch us sexually at all. Steve was close to breaking the rule when he had your boobs so close to his face, but he knew I was there and he was teasing me and you. He never would have pulled you onto his face because that would be breaking the rule that the guys do not touch us inappropriately. You can rub them in his face all day if you want, but he won't be placing his face in your cleavage. You would have to be the aggressor. That may sound strange, but it works for all of us and it'll be the same for you."

"Does this works for all of the guys, like Jason, Jared, Charlie, Chip, even Billy? They're safe to do things with and they won't take advantage of me?" wondered Stephanie.

"That's exactly right. It really works great because we ladies can tease and flirt with all of these good looking, testosterone laden men without having to worry about being mauled by them. It's like having real bears behave like teddy bears," laughed Lisa. "I know Jason loves it when my sisters come over and slip into the tub with him. I'm usually on the receiving end of his pent up desires once they leave."

"At first it bothered me that Steve would be especially amorous after being around Naomi, Lisa, Kate, you, and the other girls," revealed Gwen as she peeled her top off and wiggled out of her jeans. "I finally realized that it's a pretty normal reaction. I decided to take advantage of it, rather than complain about it. I think it's safe to say that Steve would have wanted to make love to me tonight no matter what was going on here in Sparta, but now that he's had you naked on his lap, he'll be especially loving, so I'll benefit from you flaunting your amazing body in front of him.

"I still want to hear what's going on with Aunt Diane. I heard that she was in the laundry room with you, Steve, and the door was closed. When Stephanie found you, Diane was all flushed and had a couple of buttons undone on an already low top. When we went out tonight, she was laughing and grinning all the time, even before she had any wine. What's up?" asked Gwen as she settled into the tub next to Steve.

"It appears that I may have overplayed my role a little," responded Steve as he searched for the right words. "I was just trying to flirt a little with Diane to loosen her up and help her relax. I didn't expect it to be so noticeable, nor did I anticipate that Steph would come looking for us. That's about it."

"Wait a minute," insisted Stephanie. "Mom was flustered and had a bead of sweat on her brow. Her top was unbuttoned. Why did you decide she needed you to flirt with her, and just how far did you go with my mother? Weren't you breaking the bro code, or doesn't Dad figure into it because he doesn't act all primitive and manly like you and your pals?"

Steve was a little surprised, yet pleased at Stephanie's defense of her father. "Your dad is very much covered by the code. We all respect and like him. We all think his wife is a real looker and we'd never do anything against the code. Nothing would happen without his knowledge and acceptance."

"Do you mean to infer that Dad knew you were flirting with Mom and was okay with it? That's just crazy," declared Stephanie. "I'm going to ask Dad about it and have a talk with Mom about her conduct. I want them to stay married forever!"

As Stephanie was speaking she noticed that Lisa and Gwen suddenly exchanged knowing looks and broke into big grins. "I can't believe you both think this is funny. You should be worried about your 'loyal' boyfriend, Gwen. He's obviously got something going with my mother. Who knows how far they went, or would have gone, if I hadn't caught them when I did?"

"Stephanie, listen to you. You're upset that Steve was flirting with your Mom and you're telling me that I should be worried about him, and all this while you're sitting naked on his lap," pointed out Gwen. "Believe me, if I were going to worry about Steve falling for someone, you'd be at the top of the list, not your mother.

"He pretty much said that your dad was in on this. Steve does not lie, ever. I would guess that Will indicated to Steve that he'd appreciate it if Steve spent a little extra one-on-one time with your mom. He wasn't seducing her. He was just making her feel more desirable and more beautiful. Diane was like a schoolgirl on prom night. Maybe Steve went a little too far getting her primed, but I'll bet that you're father is enjoying the fruits of Steve's labors right now."

"You think Dad asked Steve to get Mom alone and you know... get her all hot and bothered so she'd, so she'd do it with Dad tonight?" asked a shocked Stephanie. "Would Dad do that? How would he know it would work that way? Wouldn't he be all jealous about another man being like that with his wife? That's my mother that's being played like a fiddle!"

"And she's loving every stroke of the bow," laughed Lisa. "The women in our family really seem to enjoy sex. We also enjoy the chase. We respond when we're pursued by the right guys. Jason gets especially loving after he's been around my sisters, you, and the other girls. The less everyone is wearing, the hornier he gets, like Gwen said about Steve. Your Dad used Steve's influence with your mom to stoke the fires in their marital bed. No harm's been done and two people probably have gained some passion from it. 

"In fact, it could be more than two. Steve teased your mother and now you're naked with him, and at the risk of sounding conceited, seeing me in all of my glory sure won't dampen his ardor any. Gwen just might be benefiting later from all of this 'fiddling' around!"

"Now you're telling me that I'm helping get Steve worked up for Gwen?" asked Stephanie with surprise. "I have to admit that he does feel pretty worked up down there. You owe me, Gwen!"

"Hey, everyone!" greeted Jason as he emerged from the house. "Gwen's here, too! Excellent! I'll just climb in and join you."

As Jason dropped his towel and stepped into the tub, Stephanie let out a small gasp. "It looks like you've been thinking about seeing Stephanie in the tub," observed Lisa. "The little soldier is standing at attention."




Lady in Red Pt. 02 Ch. 16



"That soldier didn't look that little!" blurted Stephanie as everyone else broke into laughter.

"That seems to be another characteristic of the women in the family. We tend to be attracted to well equipped men. Jason fills the bill quite nicely," beamed Lisa as she snuggled against Jason's chest.

"He must fill more than the bill," observed Gwen. "That beautiful baby on your breast is proof of that."

Steve suddenly stood with Lisa in his arms. He gently turned her to face Jason. "Do you see any reason why Stephanie wouldn't make an excellent lingerie and swim suit model, Jason? Do you think she's pretty enough and her body is shapely enough?"

"My God! Are you kidding?" exclaimed Jason as he ran his eyes over Stephanie. "I went over the speed limit all the way home just to be sure I'd get here before Stephanie left, and it was worth it! Maybe you should slowly spin her around so I could be sure her ass is as perfect as the rest of her."

"Okay! I'm getting dressed!" declared Stephanie as she slid from Steve's grasp and turned to step from the tub, giving Jason a long, lingering view of her backside. "It seems like I helped both Gwen and Lisa out tonight. Be sure to remember the details so you can tell me about it tomorrow. The sacrifcies I make for my cousins!

"Jason! Were you staring at my ass as I climbed out of the tub? What's wrong with these guys anyway? They're regular perverts," laughed Stephanie as she gathered her clothes and headed for the door.

"Let me guess," began Gwen as soon as Stephanie closed the door. "Stephanie was concerned that she didn't look sexy enough to model with us, but being as smooth as you are, you somehow managed to convince her that she's smoking hot?"

"Bingo!" chuckled Steve. "Helping ladies in distress is one of my favorite activities. Lisa, do you need any help with your self esteem?"

"The way you keep staring at my boobs is boost enough, thank you very much," laughed Lisa. "I already know that you guys find me quite acceptable. 

"Thanks for taking care of Theresa, though. She's fallen back asleep. I've never thought to bring her out to the hot tub, but she really seems to like it. Now you can add two more females in the family, Stephanie and Theresa, that you've seen naked, if you're keeping count."

The next morning saw Jordan, Gwen, Charlie and Steve ringing Diane's door bell at 8 AM. They rang it twice before Stephanie yanked the door open and glared at Steve.

"You're in my dog house, wise guy! They kept me up half the night. I may never recover from the trauma to my psyche. I just hope I inherited Mom's multi-orgasmic genes," fumed Stephanie.

"What am I missing here?" asked Jordan. "Why are you blaming Steve for your parents' long love making session? He couldn't have had anything to do with it. We just picked him and Gwen up at Paula's house."

"This jerk is so good, he can induce orgasms from great distances," complained Stephanie. "It'll serve you right if Mom's too tired to work on your routines today. I'll be surprised if she can even walk, never mind dance."

"Stephanie, why are you keeping everyone at the door?" questioned Diane as she breezed into the kitchen with a huge smile. "Anyone want any coffee before we start working? It looks like a great day to dance!"

Stephanie rolled her eyes as Jordan gave Gwen her 'what's going on?' look. Charlie was every bit as bewildered as Jordan, while Gwen and Steve were barely able to contain their mirth.

"You certainly look good this morning, Aunt Diane," observed Gwen. "You seemed quite happy last night and it looks like it's carried over. Did you get a good night's sleep?"

"Yes, I did," beamed Diane. "I slept like a baby and I'm ready to work on those routines. We only have a couple weeks and you'll be at med school much of that time, so we'd better get started. I'm thinking that when Gwen isn't around, I'll work with Steve since he has a few days off this week. Jordan and Charlie will be here so I can work with them every day."

"I can take Gwen's place when she's back at school," volunteered Stephanie. "That way you'll be able to watch and point out where Steve needs to improve."

"That won't be necessary. I know how busy you are with the company and everything. I'll be able to handle it," countered Diane. 

"I insist, Mother," retorted Stephanie immediately. "We need to keep this professional, and I don't think you're able."

"Where's that coming from?" demanded Diane. "I've worked with Gwen and Steve for years. You know that."

"Yeah, but that was before I found you in the laundry room with Steve, all flushed and with your boobs out. I know about you getting into a hot tub with him when you found out you were pregnant. He watched you nurse Billy every chance he got. You like him looking at your big boobs. Admit it!"

"Okay, I admit it. Happy? Is this about me or about how you've always had a crush on Steve and never dared act on it?" asked Diane. "I know that you undid your own buttons before you came out of the laundry room yesterday. Maybe you should try sitting in a hot tub with the guy and see how it feels. I've never cheated on your father and I never will, but I'm a woman, and it's nice to be appreciated as one now and then." 

"I did try it, ... last night," revealed Stephanie. 

"You were in a hot tub with Steve?" repeated a surprised Diane. "Were you wearing a swimsuit at least?"

"Mother, I'm 23 years old. I was naked with Steve and I'll get naked with him anytime I want. If you don't like it, I'll move out. I can afford my own place quite easily now."

Steve moved ahead slightly and was about to speak when Gwen nudged him in the side with her elbow. When he glanced her way, Gwen shook her head slightly. Steve knew immediately that he was expected to remain silent.

Diane glared at Stephanie and then at Steve. Everyone could see the emotions wash across her face. Then she suddenly broke into a big smile.

"Tell me all about it. How did he behave? I bet he loved your figure. My little girl is really growing up. I wish I felt comfortable enough to tell you about the hot tub thing I had with Steve, but you were too young then. I just never felt comfortable about telling you. You're so lucky to not have to keep it a deep secret.

"Gwen, I hope that you knew about this before just now," added Diane. "I'm afraid that we take your willingness to share Steve for granted at times. I'm sure that Stephanie won't be getting naked with Steve anytime she wants, as she so bluntly put it."

"Gwen was there for a lot of it. She explained the 'rules of engagement' with the guys to me last night. Lisa was there, too. She's the one that mentioned that Steve's seen numerous mother/daughter combinations, like you and me, Lisa and Theresa, Paula and all three of her daughters, as well as Jordan and her mom," summarized Stephanie. "Steve's going to work on getting Grandmother into the hot tub with him."

"How did Mom and I get dragged into this somewhat perverse and strangely erotic conversation?" asked Jordan. "It's no secret that I've been naked with Steve a few times, but I didn't know Mom's escapades were so well known. I didn't think Steve would tell stories out of school."

"Paula and I watched and listened to Steve with your mother that morning," revealed Diane. "Steve never would've mentioned it, but Paula and I were so impressed with his defense of you, as well as his praise of you and Paula, that we kind of let people know how amazing it was."

"So he really did tell Mom how perfect I look and how nice my figure is? You heard him do it?" beamed Jordan as she hugged Steve and kissed him quickly on the lips. "Now that we've determined that Steve has seen all of us naked, and probably will again, let's get to work on our routines. I'm pretty excited to be singing and dancing at the Oscars!"

About that time, Will, still wearing his pajamas, staggered into the kitchen and dropped tiredly into a chair. Steve slapped his shoulder lightly and chuckled. "I hope you're able to get some rest today while I'm dancing with your wife, holding her in my arms, and ..."

"Never mind!" groaned Will. "Why don't you go save a small nation or something and leave Diane alone?"

Steve, Gwen, and Stephanie all broke into laughter while Jordan, Diane, and Charlie looked totally bewildered.

"What's the matter, Dad? Getting too old to keep up with Mom?" goaded Stephanie gently. "She looks relaxed and happy as a clam. I bet after a day of watching these buff younger men with their washboard abs and rugged good looks, Mom'll want a repeat performance tonight."

"What are you talking about?" demanded Diane. "Did you hear us last night? What's going on?"

"That's what I've been wondering," admitted Jordan. "You, Charlie, and I are not in on this little joke, whatever it is. It'll help me to understand better if you tell me what Stephanie heard last night."

"Nothing, ...well, nothing that unusual," corrected Diane. "Will was in a romantic mood last night and we may have made enough noise for Stephanie to hear us."

"May have?" repeated Stephanie. "The whole house was shaking!"

"While interesting, and great for you, Diane, I don't see how Steve could have had any direct influence on your activities. I still don't understand why Stephanie is blaming, or crediting, Steve for your ardor," puzzled Jordan.

"That makes no sense," responded Diane. "The last I saw Steve was at Paula's house before we went out. Stephanie saw a lot more of him last night than I did, and I mean that literally."

"Let's get our routines down," interjected Steve to direct the conversation away from the activities of the previous evening. "We really don't have all that much time." 

"So, Gwen, how was Steve last night? Was he able to take you to those places most of us can only dream about?" kidded Stephanie to her cousin. "I'm curious to know if you owe me a 'thank you' for my part in getting Steve in the mood."

"He's always in the mood," laughed Gwen. "But he brought his A-game last night. That's for sure! We visited those places to which you just referred several times. I guess I do owe you a lunch or something."

"What's going on around here?" demanded Jordan. "Is there some sort of sex cult or ritual going on that no one mentioned to me? I may want to join since it's working so well for Diane and Gwen."

"You're already a member in good standing," assured Gwen to her friend. "I'll explain it later. Right now, we need to get to work."

After a strenuous morning working on their routines for the Oscars, the friends joined up with the rest of their group at the LiR studios to make the commercials. Before shooting was scheduled to begin, Stephanie asked that Lisa, Kate, Jordan, Gwen, Charlie, and Steve meet with her in private.

"I've been working on a few projects that I believe will benefit the company. I don't believe that we've been marketing your popularity like we should and I plan to change that," announced Stephanie. "To that end, I have several projects I want to implement, unless you guys tell me not to.

"The first is a quarterly magazine. It'll be 'Lady in Red', aptly enough. We'll shoot the first cover for it today and it'll feature all six of you. This will be like a journal of your lives. Each of you will have space for a blog, opinion, events... pretty much whatever you care to reveal to the public.

"I'll have people trying to get candid pictures of you guys as you go about your lives and I'll expect you to take some of your own to use in your stories. The first issue will be a recap of how this company was born and grew. It will cover everything right up to the present and it will be out in late May

"We'll advertise every aspect of the business in the magazine. You guys and your good friends will be the models for the clothes and perfumes, so we'll need lots of pictures today, and I'll be asking you all to stop in to pose for more every now and then for future issues. Your movies will be featured along with any interesting developments that happen during filming.

"We'll accept some advertising from other companies, but we don't want the magazine clogged with annoying ads that detract from our goal of promoting you and LiR. We'll charge at least double what other magazines ask for advertising to limit the exposure of any other company in our magazine.

"Your music will be featured a great deal. Your good deeds will be discussed at length. Gwen's experiences in Congress will be covered. Jason and Lisa's efforts to help people in emergencies as well as the homeless shelter that Ashley first started will be included.

"The specials you did for Christmas and New Years Eve were huge successes. I'm getting requests to commit to doing it again. I plan on negotiating a lot more money for them and perhaps adding a few more specials. I'm also looking into pay-per-view for the concerts you give, even if they always seem to be free for the people that watch them live.

"I'm going to ask Jordan and Charlie to make more movies since they are out of school and have more time than the rest of you. They are extremely popular now and we need to take advantage of it. I want to get Lisa and Jason appearing in more films since they look so good and are naturals in front of the camera. Of course, whenever Steve and Gwen can make a movie, we'll do everything possible to work around their commitments. Kate's busy school, but she and Chip and the rest of your friends will be worked into more films as well. There's increased interest in Naomi since she did so incredibly well in your last movie, but her Naval career will restrict how much she can film.

"Becky is in greater demand all the time. She's very good and people love how she's not letting the loss of a hand hold her back in any way. She's making money for the company as well as for herself. We'll start working Pete into some movies when we can. He's a good looking guy, and if he can act, he'll do well.

"I've hired some people to write some animated movies featuring you guys. Once we get some scripts and the animation done, you'll have to stop in to do the voices of your characters.

"I think I should point out that Jordan and Charlie have been bringing in the most revenue lately. They share in the success of the movie, and sell a lot of music and do a lot of concerts. They also pull in a lot of money with the royalties from the songs they write. Is everyone fine with that?" asked Stephanie.

"If they need a bigger cut or something, I sure won't complain," stated Kate quickly. "I haven't contributed much to this business, yet, but I hope to in the future."

"Jordan and I are extremely happy with the way things are right now. Between us, we own a third of a wonderful company with some great people. We'd never be here if it weren't for Gwen and Steve. You'll hear no complaints from us," insisted Charlie as Jordan beamed her agreement. 

"I'm glad to hear that because we're in this together," stated Steve as he looked around the room at his friends. "Each of us will do what we can and that will be enough for all of us. There's no ledger being kept to determine who's doing what. We're partners, friends and family, and I want us to stay that way." 

"I'm extremely impressed with Stephanie's plans for the company," praised Gwen. "If we keep giving away hundreds of millions of dollars at a time, we'd better be sure we keep money coming in. I thank each of you for being so generous with your time and talent to make our company a successful, yet compassionate enterprise. I'm very proud of all of you."

"Okay, since there are no questions or objections, I'm going to pursue these ideas," declared Stephanie as she headed for the door. "Now let's go make the sexiest, most interesting commercials any Super Bowl has ever seen!"

As the afternoon wore on, Steve found himself watching Paula when he wasn't actively filming or posing for ads. He couldn't help but notice how great she looked, but how miserable she was being to Ted. Unable to watch and listen any longer, he decided to speak to her.

"Paula, would you please step into the conference room with me?" asked Steve to a surprised Paula.

She concealed her shock and followed Steve into a small conference room. As he closed the door, Steve noticed that Gwen and Lisa had been watching him take their mother aside.

"Paula, you've been all over Ted's case this afternoon. Can you tell me why you feel it's necessary to be so tough on him?"

"My relationship with my husband really isn't any business of yours," replied Paula somewhat curtly. "I have my reasons for keeping a close eye on Ted. They don't concern you, however."

"That simply isn't true," replied Steve firmly as he stepped closer to Paula. "I've been listening to, and watching how you're treating him today. We're pretty much family. I love you like I've never loved any other woman. You're part mother, part fantasy, part hero, and part very good friend. This family is my business. I respect and admire Ted. Frankly, I think he deserves better from you."

"Maybe you haven't noticed how he looks at those young women in there!" snapped Paula. "It's embarrassing to have a husband that's pushing fifty behave like a hormonal teen. He needs to act his age."

"That's it?" asked a stunned Steve. "Ted is looking at the some of the most beautiful women in the world, and most of the time they're in swim suits or lingerie, and you think there's something wrong with him?

"Did you think you married a eunuch or something? Do you see any of the girls complaining about it? They'd be a lot more hurt if he didn't look. What's really going on here?"

"It's just that Ted and I have been married almost thirty years. I can't compete with those young women. After looking at them all the time, he'll have no interest in me anymore. Our sex life has slowed down lately. I know he's probably wishing he had a younger, hotter wife."

"What have you been smoking?" demanded Steve. "The guy adores you. Things slow down for everyone, and they pick back up. You must know that by now. Being around the other guys and all these beautiful women helps Ted feel younger. The girls respect him a lot. They enjoy teasing him and getting a reaction from him, or at least they did until you started hammering him. He's a good looking man around some very beautiful women. Let him enjoy it! He'll be hornier than ever if you just let up and allow him to relax a little and enjoy the day." 

"You think I'm just being petty and Ted's behaving like a normal almost fifty year old man?" questioned Paula.

"Yes!" laughed Steve. "The key word you used is 'man' and Ted is that. When he no longer looks, take him out and shoot him. What you need to do is borrow a page from Will's play book. Have the girls flirt with him! Tell them it's a favor to you. They'll understand and be glad to do it. They think the world of Ted."

"Will's play book? What does that mean? Does he get the girls to flirt with him so he'll be more romantic toward Diane? You expect me to believe that Will flirting with those young girls is a good thing for Diane?" scoffed Paula.

"That isn't exactly what he does and I probably shouldn't have mentioned it. He doesn't interact too much with the girls. He's even more introverted than Ted," responded Steve carefully.

"You're the one that brought this up. Exactly what is Will's so-called playbook?"

"I'm not very good at keeping secrets like this, am I?" chuckled Steve. "Over a period of time, Will has observed that Diane is more romantically inclined after she has interacted with some of the guys in our group. Will encourages some contact and sexual banter knowing that he'll be the benefactor later that evening."

"Do I understand you correctly? Will likes you to get Diane all hot and bothered for him, like you're doing the foreplay and he's getting the main event? That's ridiculous!" insisted Paula.




Lady in Red Pt. 02 Ch. 16



"Not really. You saw how Diane was when she left the laundry room yesterday? Now check how she's smiling today while Will is dragging his butt around. The proof is right in front of you," assured Steve.

"You were doing something in that room with Diane! You undid her buttons, didn't you? She was awfully smug when we went out last night, but she insisted nothing happened in that room. What did you do to her?" questioned Paula.

"It's easier to show you, unless you're not as daring as your sister," grinned Steve. "Diane is a very responsive, sensual woman." 

"Diane? She'd never do anything crazy, except for getting into that hot tub with you when she found out she was pregnant with Billy. That was just her hormones raging out of control."

"So she didn't let me pull her close, like this, and undo her buttons while I explained how we may do a love scene together in our next movie? She didn't want to hear just how I'd uncover her breasts and caress them during those scenes? She didn't visualize being naked in my arms while we keep trying to get the scene right, through countless rehearsals and numerous takes? Her nipples didn't get all hard when she saw me looking down her bra at them? She wasn't smiling when she went out with the girls later, and she certainly didn't give Will some extra lovin' later last night?" whispered Steve as he moved his face very close to Paula's.

"I know what you're trying to do to me, and it's working," blushed Paula as she searched Steve's face with her eyes. "That's another problem I have with Ted's behavior. I know how I feel about you, and how wrong it is. What if Jordan and Naomi and the others make Ted feel the same about them?"

"Paula, they probably have already! But that isn't a bad thing. You know I respect you and will never hurt you. Ted knows the bro code, as Gwen and the girls call it. We don't do anything inappropriate with other ladies, especially those of our friends. Ted won't be doing anything wrong with the girls and they all know it. That's one reason they're so relaxed with him. He respects them and he respects you. You need to trust him like he trusts you."

"He has some idea of how much I care for you. He's been good about it, but he can't be happy that I'm so fond of you, can he?" worried Paula. 

"When you go back in there, give him a hug and a kiss. He'll be over the moon. I'm pretty sure that he knows how we feel about each other, just as Gwen does. I guess everyone has a pretty good idea, but we respect the boundaries. That's what makes it all work so well."

"Just exactly how do you feel about me?" managed Paula as she leaned even closer to Steve. 

"Paula, you already know the answer to that question," whispered Steve as he smiled down at Gwen's mother. "Everyone in the other room knows how I feel about you. I've never denied it.

"Getting back on topic, Ted is a wonderful father, and a really great guy. He's also totally in love with you. Please let him behave like a man. Let him drag his knuckles and beat his chest a little. The more you trust him, the more he'll repay you with love and affection."

"So he won't mind my wrinkles and my sagging breasts after he's been around those beautiful young women?" worried Paula. 

"I have no idea what wrinkles and sags you're talking about, but Ted will be all over you tonight it you give him some room with the girls today. I'm sure of that," insisted Steve. "In fact, I'm going to suggest to Naomi and Jordan that they give Ted some extra attention. I want you to be fine with it. You'll be glad you were, believe me."

"Okay, I'll try it," allowed Paula somewhat reluctantly. "I'm taking your word that Ted won't do anything foolish with those girls."

"And I'll mention to the guys that you won't be upset if they happen to stare a little at your ass or your cleavage, and that they should compliment you on your lovely figure," continued Steve. "You, Diane, Cindy, and Julia are fantasy material for those disturbingly sick puppies in the other room. Now let's go back out there and face the music. Your daughters will be insisting that you tell them what we did and said when we were alone in here."

"I doubt they even noticed we left," scoffed Paula as she stepped through the door Steve held for her. "They were quite busy posing and changing outfits."

When she stepped into the main room, Paula was stunned to see everyone standing around, staring at her. It was very obvious that they were extremely curious about what had transpired in the meeting room.

"I think we've reached an understanding," stated Paula to the room in general as she raised both hands to her breasts and made a big show of adjusting them.

Kate was the first to break into laughter, but soon she was joined by everyone in the room. "That's sure a relief, Mom! We were afraid you were arguing or something. I guess we needn't have worried. Steve doesn't argue with women. It's more like he molds them into what he wants them to be. It looks like you've just been molded and enjoyed every minute of it."

"He does have a way about him," grinned Paula. "Now, don't we have work to do?"

Gwen gave Steve a look and he immediately moved over to join her off to the side. When he neared her, Gwen simply looked at him without speaking. It was indicative of how well the lovers had come to understand each other. Steve easily understood Gwen's unspoken question and answered it immediately.

"I thought your mom was being pretty tough on your dad, so I asked her about it. She was worried that he was too old to be chatting to the girls like he does and she also feared that he'd no longer find her attractive after being around all of these firm young female bodies. I told her to never doubt Ted and that she should let him be a regular guy. The girls all like and respect him, as do all of us guys."

"I noticed that she seemed to be hard on Dad today. He wasn't bothering anyone. All the girls think he's pretty cool. When he went to Iraq with us, and he was even wounded, he sealed his position as a great dad and a pretty brave man. Mom's still beautiful, but shouldn't feel like she is competing with anyone. I hope you convinced her to lighten up a little."

"I'm going to ask the guys to pay a little more attention to her, and all of the mothers, from now on. They all think the moms are beautiful, but don't want to seem too weird by flirting too much with mothers of friends and girlfriends. I think these ladies can handle a few leers and suggestive comments, don't you" asked Steve as he looked at Gwen for her opinion.

"Are you kidding? Julia Wilson is no shrinking violet. Jordan's mom lives to be noticed and appreciated and Mom and Diane seem to enjoy the admiring glances of men far more than I ever realized while growing up. Maybe they've changed as the situation has changed, but yes. Do tell the guys to be sure to compliment our lovely, mature ladies here today," agreed Gwen.

"I was just thinking. We're doing photos for the new magazine, as well as ads for it today. Do we expect women in their forty's to wear our swim suits and lingerie? It seems like we would. A lot of women that age still go to the beach and still like to look sexy for boyfriends and husbands. Do we have any ads with ladies like your mom, Julia, Diane, and Cindy in them?" questioned Steve.

"That's a great idea! Why haven't we done that before this? We've concentrated totally on the twenty-somethings and forgot everyone else. We need to have teen agers as well as mature women and men in our ads. We've been missing the boat!" exclaimed Gwen. "Let me go talk to Stephanie."

It took some persuading but Gwen convinced her parents, Diane and Will, Julia and Jeff Wilson, and Cindy Quick to model swim and formal attire. The younger people in the room teased and joked with them between poses and everyone had a lot of fun with it. 

"Mrs. Anderson, you make me feel like buying that suit!" exclaimed Billy when Paula emerged from the changing area wearing a low cut one piece suit that flattered her figure perfectly.

"Wow, Mr. A! You look just like James Bond!" announced Naomi when Ted appeared in a very stylish tuxedo.

Before they were done, the photographers had the parents pose with their children in formal wear and swimsuits. Then Billy asked to be in a picture with the mothers surrounding him. He blushed when the ladies all moved in tight to his body with their ample bosoms pressed against him.

"Hey, that's my mother you're squeezing," complained Naomi, but with a big smile. 

"Yeah, Mom, don't get too close to that perv," warned Jordan. "He's not well!"

"He seems to be a very nice young man with a very healthy reaction to some seriously hot women," responded Cindy Quick as she made a production of looking down at Billy's swim trunks. 

After a productive and enjoyable afternoon, the entire group naturally gravitated to Marsh's for a small celebration of sorts. Gwen told everyone, "Tomorrow morning, we'll work on our routines for the Oscars and then finish up with the ads for the Super Bowl. I want to thank everyone for their hard work and good humor. I think it's been a great weekend."

"I'm sure Dad will agree with you," chuckled Stephanie. "If he survives, that is. We did get some great video and stills for the commercials and the magazine. Every other advertiser has spent the last year on their commercials. They hire writers, actors, and even animals, to make their commercials months in advance."

"Yeah, but we're going to prove that less is more, especially if we're talking about the bikinis and gowns that the girls wore for their commercials. I'm pretty sure all my fellow football fans will love the ads," offered Chip. 

"If you liked that, you should really love tomorrow when Gwen and Jordan wiggle into some tiny little underthings," predicted Stephanie. "It's going to be a teaser for the Oscars, where we'll also have some commercials, along with Gwen and Jordan and their two sidekicks doing the hosting duties. Their first dance routine will set the place on fire. You just wait!"

"We had a great time today, but didn't we want some teenage girls for some ads?" Lisa reminded the group. "We have everything set up for tomorrow, so are we going to fly in some anorexic teen models from some faraway place, or maybe go down to the basketball game at the high school tonight and scout the local talent?" 

"That's a good idea!" responded Kate. "We don't need to import kids for the ads. We have plenty of attractive teens right here in Sparta. We can round up five or six decent looking kids and hire them for tomorrow. They'll love it. I'd suggest that we only use kids that are eighteen or older, just to avoid any legal issues."

Locals were surprised and delighted when Gwen, Jordan, Steve, Charlie and their friends entered the gym half an hour before the game was to begin. They had to pass through one of several detectors were been setup by the entrance. This was a change instituted after the attack on the school. Gwen was inside the gym for less than a minute when she realized how tightly she was gripping Steve's arm.

"I thought I was past reacting to the scene of the shooting, but it's bothering me more now than it did when we were still in school."

"I know what you mean," agreed Jared as he nodded toward the bleachers where they had been seated the day of the terrorist attack. "Those seats still give me chills and it's been over six years, and I've even been in combat. The memories haven't dulled at all with the years."

Steve was only half listening to his friends as he recalled the events of that fateful day. He still saw the four armed men turn in his direction and open fire at him. He still remembered how the bullet felt like a sledge hammer had smashed into his shoulder, and how Gwen had rushed to him so quickly. She immediately disarmed the bombs and applied life saving first aid to his wounds.

"I remember a beautiful young woman demonstrating incredible courage and poise as she worked to save my life," managed Steve as the others watched him. 

He hadn't realized that he had stopped at the very spot he had been kneeling when he killed four men and was seriously wounded by their bullets. "Sorry, everyone. I didn't think this would be so emotional. Have I mentioned that I love you, Gwen?"

"Come on. We need to find some seats and then start looking for possible models," urged Gwen as she tugged Steve's arm, hoping to disrupt the memories that she, Steve, and some of the others were experiencing. 

"Hello!" greeted a very pretty blonde girl dressed in a cheerleader uniform. "We're all really excited to have you at our game tonight. People still talk about that day Steve killed those terrorists and ..."

"Heather, isn't it?" interrupted Steve before the girl could get any further. "We're happy to be back in Sparta and in the old high school. Could I ask how old you are?"

"You remembered me! I turned eighteen last month, but why are you asking? Gwen Anderson is still your girlfriend, isn't she?"

"I certainly am," responded Gwen with a smile. "We're looking for some attractive kids that are at least eighteen to do some modeling for us tomorrow. It appears that Steve feels you'd fit the bill, if you're interested."

"Model? With you, Jordan Quick, Charlie Burns, and Steve Hammer? I'd love it! Where and when do you want me? This is so exciting!" babbled the pretty blonde.

Stephanie moved in and handed the girl a business card. "Here's my card. Call me tomorrow morning around eight and we'll set it up for later in the morning. Get lots of sleep tonight, and no sex!" 

"I don't, I mean, I wasn't..." responded the flustered girl as Stephanie broke into laughter.

"That was just a joke," explained Stephanie. "But do get a good night's sleep."

As Stephanie handed the girl her card, Steve took Gwen's hand and pulled her toward the bleachers. Cheryl Baxter was sitting three rows back with several other girls. Her eyes widened when she realized that Steve and Gwen were looking directly at her.

The people sitting in the bleachers in the general vicinity suddenly became very quiet as Steve spoke. "Cheryl, it's great to see you again! You remember us, right? We met in Washington at Gwen's inaugural."

"Of course I remember you!" responded the red-faced girl. "You're the most famous people on the planet."

"I have a big favor to ask. We're looking for some pretty teen girls, eighteen or older, to do some modeling in swim suits and gowns tomorrow. Naturally, you're the first girl that came to mind. We'd pay you very well. You don't mind modeling with older people like Gwen and me, do you?"

"Me? Why would you want me? I'm not popular or pretty. There are lots of girls more popular than me," deferred Cheryl.

"You aren't suggesting that Steve doesn't know a pretty girl when he sees one, are you?" teased Gwen. 

"No! I mean he's with you and you're the most beautiful woman in the world, so he must know something about pretty girls. It's just that even Steve Hammer can make a mistake. I'm just not very attractive," replied the blushing girl as she realized that dozens of people were listening to her exchange with Gwen and Steve.

"Cheryl, would you be willing to sit between Steve and me tonight during the game, if your friends wouldn't mind? We can discuss this at our leisure, and we can get to know you better," suggested Gwen.

"You want me to sit with you? Sure! These guys will understand. Thanks for being so nice to me. I don't understand it, but I really do appreciate it," replied Cheryl as she stood and climbed down to join Gwen and Steve as the people that had been sitting around her suddenly began chatting quite animatedly.

Steve led Gwen and Cheryl toward Jared, who was chatting with Coach Watkins. "Coach is the new athletic director here! He's going to get us the best seats in the house."

"I didn't say that," laughed Coach Watkins. "Laura just took the baby for a quick change. When she gets back, I'd be pleased if you'd all sit in this section with us. It's usually reserved for faculty and employees of the district. If it gets to be game time and the seats aren't full, the students and general public can use them. To be honest, our basketball team isn't all that good, so there are usually a lot of empty seats.

"Here's Laura and Sterling," continued Coach Watkins. "Laura's father is named Sterling, so don't give me any crap about the name unless you want to argue with her."

"I think it's a beautiful name for a beautiful little boy," cooed Gwen as she accepted the baby from Laura and held him against her ample bosom. "Thanks for sending all of those photos, Laura. With my schedule, I don't have much time to visit my friends." 

"Hey, I went through med school, too. I know what it's like," replied Laura. "Toss in the fact that you're our Congresswoman, and it's amazing that you have any time at all. But I hear you're making time for the Academy Awards in a few weeks. I bet you guys will do great! I can hardly wait to watch it."

"Thanks, Laura," responded Jordan as she joined in the conversation. "We're going to push the envelope a little. I think people will really enjoy the show and will be talking about it the next day. Steve and Gwen are amazing, and Charlie's become a real good performer, too.

"Naomi's a favorite to win for supporting actress and I wouldn't bet against Gwen winning best actress. Charlie's talent has placed us in the running for best soundtrack and song. This could be a big night for us, but win or lose; we're going to give the viewers their money's worth!" finished Jordan.

When the game began, the crowd was about half of the capacity of the gym. By halftime, the building was packed. Students in attendance had posted pictures of Steve, Gwen, Jordan, Charlie, and their friends all over social media. Just before the start of the second half, the school superintendent appeared with several board members. 

They made a bee line directly for Sparta's most famous alumni where the superintendent made a request. "Thanks so much for coming to the game. There's a dance afterward and we'd consider it a great honor if you'd stay for it. If Congresswoman Anderson would care to address the students and faculty before the dance begins, we'd be especially honored."

Gwen looked at her friends before responding. They were all grinning and nodding for her to do it. "I'd be the one that would be honored. I don't have anything planned, but I'd be happy to address everyone for a couple of minutes. Would we be allowed to stay for the dance, even though we're no longer students? I remember that there used to be a rule about not allowing people out of school to attend these dances."

"I assure you that we'd love to have you all stay for the dance," replied the pleased superintendent. "That rule was to prevent problems with college age kids coming back to hassle the kids in high school. You and your friends would be attending as my guests. There will be no problem at all.

"Did you read the plaque on the wall near the south door? It's dedicated to those killed and injured that horrible day of the attack. It was placed there two years ago because the students wanted to be certain that it was never forgotten."

Gwen had never been informed of the plaque, and it soon became apparent that none of her friends had either. When the buzzer sounded to end the third quarter, they all made their way over to it. Billy, Jared, and Steve blinked to hold back their emotions as they listened to Charlotte read the plaque to the rest of the group.

"Rather than end our way of life, the heinous, cowardly attack by armed extremists that cold January day gave birth to a new and reinvigorated Sparta. We will never forget those that were killed or injured, nor shall we ever forget the courage and strength of the Spartan Nation that defeated terror here, in this very school. We proudly proclaim that we are the Spartan Nation!"




Lady in Red Pt. 02 Ch. 16



"It lists the names of the kids that died and Ralph, the maintenance man, and then all of the kids that were injured. This is extremely well done and it makes me feel like crying!" sobbed Charlotte as she went silent.

As the group struggled with their emotions, they suddenly became aware of applause. Everyone in attendance, including the fans of the visiting team, was standing, clapping, and cheering! Gwen took Steve's hand and waved to the crowd as she walked back to her seat. Charlotte followed suit with Billy and Naomi waved as she made her way back with Jared while the applause simply increased. All of the friends stood by their seats and waved in appreciation. It was several minutes before it quieted enough for the game to resume. 

"That was amazing!" observed Cheryl to Gwen as the game began the final quarter. "You were so brave that day. I don't think anyone else could have done what you did."

"That's where you're wrong," replied Gwen immediately. "I think that any number of students, including you, would have done the same. I just happened to be there. I was totally in love with Steve, and I trusted him completely. There's only one guy like Steve Hammer, but Jared and Billy stepped up big time to save Charlotte and me. Some people have the capacity to give everything to help another person. All of the guys with us tonight are that way. They're the cream of the crop as far as we women are concerned.

"We do want you to model for us tomorrow, so plan on being there. You will be paid and you won't be asked to do anything that makes you uncomfortable, but I think Steve really wants to be in some ads with you, so think it over. 

"The other thing I wanted to speak to you about is the possibility of you being my intern after you graduate and before you go to college. It pays very well and you'll learn a great deal. Plus you'll help me with my extremely busy schedule. It will include gathering information on pending legislation, going with me to speak with other members of Congress, helping me when I'm filming this summer's movie, and at a couple of concerts we have planned for Russia and Ukraine. Would you be interested?" asked Gwen with a smile as Cheryl's jaw dropped to her knees.

"Go to Washington, Russia, Ukraine, and see you make movies and give concerts?" repeated Cheryl. "I'm in! I'll talk to my parents tonight, but I'm sure they'll be good with it. I'm eighteen and have never given them any trouble. They trust me and they trust you and Steve. We've talked a lot about you two since we met at your inauguration. My family thinks you're the best!"

"Understand that I'll expect you to spend a fair amount of time researching legislation and keeping me informed about issues. It won't be all travel and movie sets. You'll be working every day," cautioned Gwen.

"I won't let you down!" exclaimed Cheryl. "I'm very organized and a hard worker. I'll do a good job for you. I promise!"

Once the game was over and the teams left the floor, Gwen grabbed Steve's hand and pulled him with her as she started for the visitors' bleachers.

"These folks are in my district. It would be rude to not speak to them before they all leave," offered Gwen as she led Steve across the floor. Soon Gwen and Steve were engaged in conversations with many of the fans from Montoursville. It was quite apparent that they were very pleased that their Congresswoman and her famous boyfriend came to spend time with them.

"Do you see how easily they speak to people?" asked Charlotte of Cheryl. "Even after you've been around them a long time, you'll still be impressed with how they make everyone feel like their friends. They do the same thing with world leaders. I've seen it, and it's amazing." 

Before the dance began, the superintendent introduced Gwen and asked her to say a few words. "I haven't been in office very long, but I want all of you to know that I care about our area and our country. I need all of you to help make this world a better place. Please be involved in community. Take an interest in legislation and let me know how you feel, and why. Each of us can make a difference. I have some very good friends that have demonstrated that many times over. Be interested, be involved, be honest, and do your very best. Thank you!"

Of course Steve and Gwen were asked to perform their Lady in Red dance to begin things. They graciously agreed and hundreds of phones and cameras were trained on them as they performed their signature dance. Many of the teenage girls had tears streaming down their cheeks by the end.

Steve and Gwen split their time between their friends and the students, faculty, and parents that waned to dance with them. Jordan and Charlie were beseeched with dance requests while Jared was amazed at how many kids wanted his autograph, along with Naomi's.

By the end of the evening, they had selected eight students to model for the ads being done the next day. Two of the kids were actually from Montoursville. They were an attractive couple that Stephanie felt would be perfect for what they had in mind. The two kids agreed to return to Sparta the following day for the photography session.

Sunday was a busy one. It was obvious early on that the kids needed some help in relaxing and posing so they looked natural. Gwen actually took Cheryl into a dressing room with several swim suits. She emerged about ten minutes later with a big grin.

"If anyone harbored any doubts about Steve's ability to select well built, attractive females, what you see next should dispel those doubts. I never suspected that Cheryl had such an amazing figure under all of those clothes," admitted Gwen. "But Steve did. Wait until you see her. I had to persuade her to wear a modest bikini. She should be out any minute."

The door opened a short time later and Cheryl nervously stepped into the main room. She was wearing a bright green bikini that covered all the important parts, but she still caused a few surprised gasps.

"Cheryl, you're amazing!" stated Kate. "You'll look great in the ads. I guess Steve does have an eye for beauty."

Heather had previously emerged in the smallest bikini she could find that was available for the teens. She had been doing her best to be seen and noticed by everyone, especially Steve. She appeared to be the person most surprised by Cheryl's appearance.

"Holy cow, Cheryl! You do look great! I never dreamed you had such an incredible figure. You even have great abs and toned legs. How come no one ever got to see how good you look?" questioned Heather with obvious admiration.

Cheryl simply blushed at Heather's question. Steve stepped between the two girls and wrapped an arm around each. "Heather, I'm really happy that you were so complimentary to Cheryl. I wasn't sure if you were a truly nice person, or were just pretending to be. You sure passed that test.

"Cheryl, you really are lovely. You two may get some more modeling gigs out of this. Right now, I'd like you to try to put the other kids at ease. You're the leaders of the group today, so spend some time with them. Try to get them to relax. We need natural looking poses and they can't be all stiff and nervous. Can you help them out?"

"Sure!" replied Heather as she grabbed Cheryl's hand. "Let's go loosen them up."

Cheryl and Heather moved over to mingle with the other teens that were on the set, while the director discussed what he wanted from Steve, Charlie, Jordan and Gwen.

"We're going to make this as sexy as we can and still broadcast it in prime time. Each video is going to be edited down to fifteen seconds, but we'll need a lot more footage than that to get just what we're looking for. We'll have Charlie and Jordan go first. Move to the blue bedroom set and we'll get started."

Jordan dropped her robe and moved to sit by the large mirror while Charlie remained behind the door. The teens were suddenly silent as they watched Jordan combing her hair while wearing the sexiest lingerie imaginable. On cue, Charlie strolled into the room and did a double take when he saw what Jordan was wearing. Jordan played it coy with half smiles and little pouting gestures as Charlie approached her. He gently placed his hands on Jordan's shoulders and slowly slid her thin straps down. Before her breasts could be exposed, Jordan brought her arms up to hold her top almost in place. Although her nipples were still covered, the entire top of her breasts were exposed as Charlie gazed intently into the mirror. Then he leaned over and kissed her cheek and moved down to her neck.

They went through several variations of the scene. They had Jordan remain seated for one take and stand and embrace Charlie in a different take. After about a dozen attempts, the director felt he had enough to create his fifteen second commercial.

"We have to follow that?" complained Gwen as she headed toward the red bedroom set. "That's going to be the sexiest commercial ever!"

Steve and Gwen were doing a similar type of commercial. Steve went through a side door and waited instructions. Once the director gave the word, Gwen dropped her robe and moved to sit in front of a large mirror. She wore a large pair of glasses and her hair was in a tight bun on top of her head. She had mastered the 'sexy librarian' look. Meanwhile in the other room, Steve tossed his robe aside and two assistants then poured water over his head and torso. Then he was handed a bath towel to wrap around his waist.

Cheryl, Heather, and the other kids had been permitted to watch the filming from a viewing area. Several of the girls gasped when Steve dropped his robe. Heather's face was flushed, but Cheryl was a bright red.

"Have you ever even imagined a man looking that sexy?" whispered Heather. "Gwen's the luckiest woman in the world!"

"Yeah, well I'd say he's pretty damn fortunate to have a girlfriend like Gwen Anderson!" declared a male classmate. "She's beautiful!" 

Steve was still wet when he entered the bedroom with the towel wrapped around his waist. When he saw Gwen seated in front of her mirror, he made his way toward her. She was wearing very revealing lingerie and looked incredibly sexy as she read intently from a book she was holding. Steve smiled as he placed his hands on Gwen's shoulders and used his thumbs to slide Gwen's straps off her shoulders. Gwen placed her arms over her chest to keep her breasts somewhat covered and then stood and turned to Steve. As she did so, her top slid to her waist as she wrapped her arms around Steve's neck. The sides of her breasts could be seen as she held herself close to Steve. 

They repeated variations of the scene numerous times. On the last try, Steve pulled the pin that held Gwen's hair in a bun. She gave her head a shake and her hair fell around her shoulders. Then Gwen's top dropped before she was able to embrace Steve. There were groans from the males that were watching the filming. Gwen simply smiled as she quickly stepped close to Steve to shield her bosom. Suddenly Gwen tossed Steve's towel off to the side as she reached up to kiss him. After two more takes, the director declared that he had enough material to make the commercial.

Next the teens were arranged by the photographer's assistants and some light makeup was applied. They were a bit wooden for the first few poses, but soon relaxed and did quite well. Eventually they were joined by Jordan, Gwen, and the others for photos of the group of lounging around an imaginary pool. Heather and Cheryl were both delighted when Steve insisted in having some pictures taken of him each of the girls. 

Paula made a point of cornering Steve before he left for the day. "You were right about Ted," she whispered. "It was almost like our honeymoon. To think I was trying to stop him from being around those sexy women when I should have been encouraging him.

"I told Diane what Will had you doing to her, and she already knew all about it! She and Will have excellent communication. She knows you push her libido up a few notches and she loves it."

"I'd be very happy to do the same for you, Paula," grinned Steve as he arched his eyebrows. 

"I'm flattered that you're so willing to perform such an onerous chore. Don't make me ask you, just use your discretion. If I need a lift, feel free to light my fire. I'm sure Ted would agree after last night," replied Paula. 

That evening Steve and Billy took Gwen and Charlotte to the airport for their flight back to California. Steve was going to remain in Sparta a few more days before reporting back to Washington and Senator Chatham.

The following Sunday was the Super Bowl. Gwen and Charlotte were at Sanford, while Steve, Becky, Ashley, Kate, Jared, Chip, Pete, and Naomi were in D.C. Charlie and Jordan were relaxing in Sparta with Billy and Lisa's family and Gwen's parents. The entire group was excited to learn how the last minute commercials would turn out. The entire group of friends connected via Skype for the game.

Near the end of the first half, the fifteen second commercial featuring Jordan and Charlie played. Everyone was very while it aired. Once it was over and a different commercial came on, Steve felt he had to comment.

'Charlie, your wife is incredible! That was the sexiest commercial I've ever seen. You looked good, but Jordan is absolutely beautiful, and her curves were breath-taking. I'll bet that's the top rated commercial of the night."

"Thank you, Kind Sir," laughed a pleased Jordan. "That did turn out pretty good, but we haven't seen the one with you and Gwen yet. I'm betting it'll be a big hit. You guys really brought the heat for that one."

The commercial was discussed for several minutes as the teams battled back and forth in the game. They all knew that a good game would keep more viewers, and fortune smiled. When the first half ended, the game was tied. During half time, their thirty second swim wear commercial aired. Once again, the group was delighted with how well everything was done. All of the girls had a few seconds with their faces and figures on display and they were all lovely.

"If those commercials don't help sell more swimsuits, then I'll lose all respect for the American male," declared Billy. "Did you see how sexy Charlotte looked in that white bikini? Now I have to worry about guys trying to steal her away!"

"You should have been worried about that all along," laughed Jared. "None of us has any idea what she sees in you."

"That isn't what Naomi said to me the other night," quipped Billy.

"Remember that I'm on this Skype, too," chimed in Naomi. "Please don't tell Jared about us."

"Okay, it'll be our secret. I won't tell Jared and you don't tell Charlotte," agreed Billy.

"Who are you kidding?" demanded Charlotte. "You'd never be able to keep it a secret if you got your hands on Naomi! You sure don't have a poker face. Besides, you know how Jared was looking at me in that little swim suit. You wouldn't dare break the bro code because Jared would be free to pursue other interests... like me!"

"That and the fact that's about 260 pounds of muscle really puts a damper on me acting on any fantasies I have about Naomi," admitted Billy. "But I can still dream."

"You can, and you do," pointed out Jordan, bringing laughter from the rest of the friends. 

Early in the second half, another commercial aired about Lady in Red Productions' movies. Gwen, Jordan, Charlie and Billy, briefly described their roles in the upcoming movies and urged people to plan on seeing them the following fall.

Just before the end of the third quarter, they watched their commercial about their new magazine and the music that would be released over the year. It was mostly to alert fans to their intentions.

Finally, half way through the fourth quarter, with the game tied once again, Gwen and Steve's commercial played. Jared was the first to break the silence once it was over.

"Holy crap! I never saw anything that sexy on network TV before. They had to do some pretty nifty editing to keep Gwen's bits and pieces from being seen by a few hundred million people. My only complaint is when she tossed that towel away, I knew that Steve was naked with her. She's way too fine a lady for a glorified frogman!"

Many similar comments followed from the guys, while the women were extremely complimentary. Everyone felt the commercials they had created had turned out very well and would pay dividends in increased interest and sales.

The morning talk shows broadcast the two commercials with Gwen and Jordan over and over. They had been discussed at great length on the internet, especially on social media. Nearly everyone agreed that they were extremely effective and very well done. The only real debate was over which of the two was better. Opinions seem to run about fifty-fifty and both Jordan and Gwen were very content with that.

The commercials also created a lot of discussion as to what people could expect from the two couples when they hosted the Oscars in two weeks. As popular as the foursome had been before the Super Bowl, interest in their activities had increased dramatically. 

The two couples spent the Saturday of the Oscar weekend working with choreographers and dancers to guarantee their performance would proceed without a hitch. 

Sunday evening, Steve escorted Gwen down the red carpet. She was stunning is a red gown that displayed her figure perfectly. Charlie and Jordan were also dressed to the nines and followed Gwen and Steve up the carpet. Both couples were besieged with questions from TV, newsprint, and internet reporters. They constantly posed for photographs.

Once they finally managed to get to their dressing rooms, they quickly began to prepare for their big night. 

"Okay, let's get our clothes off and into our robes," insisted Jordan. We'll be going on in less than half an hour." 

When the curtain went up for the show, Gwen and Jordan were sitting on a couch facing Charlie and Steve, who were standing by two dressers. All of them wore long robes. Jordan spoke first.

"The show's starting and you two haven't put on your tuxedos yet! You really need to hurry!"

"We still don't see why we need to get all dressed up," replied Charlie.

"Yeah," added Steve. "Everyone's going to be watching you two in your beautiful gowns. We could go out in our underwear and no one would even notice. All eyes will be on you."

"Okay, we won't argue this anymore!" stated Gwen firmly. "Everyone's waiting for the show to start. Why don't you two clowns go out there in your underwear and see if you get noticed!"

"That's right!" agreed Jordan. "I'm sure that millions of people want to see you two in your superhero undies. Go on out there in your boxers. See if we care."

Steve and Charlie immediately broke into big grins, exchanged high fives, dropped their robes, and hurried to the front of the huge stage where two guitars sat. Steve had on Batman boxers while Charlie's bore the likeness of Ironman. They were still smiling as they strapped the instruments on as Jordan and Gwen appeared to be in total shock.

Of course Steve and Charlie were in excellent physical condition and the women in the audience quickly let their approval be known. It was fascinating for the viewers at home to watch A-list actresses whistle and cheer as the two bare-chested men prepared to play their electric guitars.

Charlie and Steve nodded at each other once they had their instruments strapped on. Then they suddenly jumped into 'Sharp Dressed Man' by ZZ Top. The audience recognized the song immediately and increased their roar of approval. 

Gwen and Jordan still appeared stunned by the behavior of Steve and Charlie, but soon overcame their surprise. They exchanged high fives and danced to the front of the stage in their robes. They sang the first stanza in harmony, changing a few of the words to fit the situation.




Lady in Red Pt. 02 Ch. 17



Steve was surprised only by how quickly Gwen's detractors had managed to set things in motion. He had expected the 'dance' to begin during the summer recess. He was already feeling quite irritated when he was stopped by a TV reporter as he made his way through the airport.

"Can you shed any light on these ethics violation accusations? What exactly is Gwen Anderson being accused of? Can you tell us that much?"

"I can explain a few things," replied Steve with a seemingly calm demeanor. "There are certain members of Congress that believe that Gwen's popularity is threatening to them, or diminishes them in some way. 

"Gwen is the most ethical, honest person I know. This whole thing isn't really about ethics. Hell, most of these people in Congress wouldn't recognize ethical behavior if it bit them in the ass.

"This town is about money, power, and influence. Gwen has all three and that upsets certain politicians that have less. Gwen's worked hard to make our company a success. That hard work has gained her considerable power and influence here in the U.S., and in other nations. She didn't buy it, like so many politicians try to do, but earned it by performing remarkable acts of courage, generosity, and kindness. 

"We will not enter into this fray unprepared. As soon as the battle lines become clear, those unwise individuals that are leading this witch-hunt will rue the day they decided to question Gwen's ethics, integrity, or honesty. Uncle Sam has trained me in the art of war. We'll counter attack with vigor, and without mercy. I'd caution those that join against Gwen in this ill-fated fiasco that they'll not come out unscathed." 

"Are you implying that you consider this investigation akin to actual war?" questioned the amazed reporter.

"No, I'm not implying it. I'm stating outright that this is an unprovoked attack, which is an act of war by almost any definition. We will respond accordingly. Political blood will be shed."

"Are you threatening the politicians that are questioning Congresswoman Anderson's behavior in the House?" pursued the stunned reporter.

"That would depend on how you look at it. If promising to reveal truths, expose corruption, and quite possibly force some members of Congress from office for malfeasance and outright illegal activities is considered a threat, then it would seem that I am. I simply consider it a promise. We look forward to literally cleaning House." 

"You're an officer in the U.S. military. Can you even say these things without landing in serious trouble yourself?" was the final question posed to Steve.

"Why would we officers be trained to fight, and taught to defend honor, freedom, our way of life, as well as the Constitution, if we were expected to ignore threats to loved ones? I feel strongly that this is one of the reasons I worked to become an officer in the U.S. Navy, and it's what the American people expect from me. I will support Gwen to my last breath. America will accept nothing less from me, and quite frankly, neither will I!

"I'd ask viewers that wish to support Gwen in this upcoming kangaroo court to visit our web page, LadyinRedProductions.com to find contact information. They can use it to report any suspected unethical activity by elected officials in Washington. We'll take it from there."

Steve ended the interview at that point. It was rushed past editors and played on the evening news along with the story of Gwen being investigated for ethics violations.

"Do you believe what your boyfriend just did?" asked Charlotte as she, Gwen, and some friends watched Steve's interview. "He's come out fighting. That's for sure! It doesn't pay to insult or attack Gwen Anderson in any way. He came across as very calm but extremely determined. I wonder what the fallout from this will be."

"We decided that once this started, we'd be on the offensive. We've had people working on this matter for weeks now, and we've gathered some pretty damning information," admitted Gwen. "But I never expected Steve to fire the first salvos. I hope he doesn't get into trouble. He sure does get upset when anyone tries to hurt me, doesn't he?"

The next morning found Steve seated in front of a very irate Senator Chatham. "I've had a dozen calls already this morning. Every last one of them was from a member of Congress that wants you disciplined, at the very least! There's pressure on the Navy to court martial you. They want President Hanson to denounce you and Gwen, or at least distance himself from you both. Some of my advisors are telling me to jettison you as far and as fast as I possibly can. You've opened a real can of worms."

"I warned you that I'd support Gwen come hell or high water," responded Steve. "You're the one that told me this was coming and to be prepared. I didn't just come up with those statements on the spur of the moment. I've been thinking about it for weeks. 

"I won't blame you if you distance yourself from me. I'm a big boy and I'll accept any punishment my superiors deem appropriate. I will not ignore attacks on Gwen. You can take that to the bank."

"I didn't say I was going to follow that advice," countered Senator Chatham. "I'm still hearing all sorts of praise about your efforts after that tornado. FEMA hasn't even responded yet and your company has a good portion of the recovery work already done. No one has ever seen a private company move so fast and so effectively. Hell, no company has ever even considered helping on the scale that yours did. It was amazing.

"I'm going to confer with the President about this matter in a few minutes. It'll be on speaker since he wants to talk with you directly. Stay in that chair and wait!" insisted the senior Senator from Tennessee before leaving the office.

Steve remained quiet as he watched Senator Chatham's staff struggle to handle the large volume of phone calls that were pouring in. Fifteen minutes later, the Senator returned. She and Steve were the only two in her office.

"Mr. President, this is Senator Chatham. Lieutenant Hammer is the only other person in attendance. I've already mentioned to him some of the pressures you're facing from his 'declaration of war' yesterday evening."

"Steve, how are you?" asked President Hanson by way of a conversation starter. "That was some pretty slick work your company did over the weekend in Tennessee. That required a great deal of planning and a considerable investment."

"Yes, sir. My brother, Army Ranger Captain Jason Hunter, graduated West Point with an engineering degree. He's retired from the military now and working very hard to prepare our company's response to emergencies across the nation and possibly around the world. That was our first major test. We did some things wrong and we're expecting to improve for next time."

"I'm very familiar with his record. I'm not surprised that he was able to design such a well conceived strategy," replied Hanson. "You've done a great service to the people of Tennessee and this nation.

"That said, you must realize that your response to Ms. Anderson's situation has placed your superiors in a difficult situation. Members of the military do not speak their minds to the press, especially if it's contrary to the will of Congress, or the President," stated Hanson firmly. 

"I understand that, Sir. I am prepared to accept any and all punishment the Navy administers, but I will always respond when Gwen is attacked," declared Steve just as firmly.

"And it's that chivalry, that desire to protect your lady that makes this so difficult," replied President Hanson. "Television and the internet can't stop talking and writing about it. The average man on the street is solidly behind you both, while Suzy Homemaker feels that you're Sir Lancelot and Sir Walter Raleigh all rolled into one.

"My advisors think you've overstepped your bounds this time. They tell me that you and Gwen can't survive the kind of campaign that certain powerful members of Congress will wage against you. They want me to cut my losses, as well as any ties that I have with you. 

"The Kremlin will announce later today that you and Gwen are going to serve as best man and maid of honor at Vlad Novokov's wedding. Talk about timing! That information will fuel the distrust some people have of Gwen and you. It looks like a perfect storm and my advisors are telling me to pull in my head, batten the hatches, and wait for it to pass."

Neither Steve nor Senator Chatham wanted to interrupt the president as he spoke, so they remained silent and waited for him to continue.

"Unlike almost everyone else in Washington, I have no political ambitions after January. That actually removes some of the stress of this situation. This may also be the most nonpartisan movement I have ever experienced in my many years in Washington. Some powerful members of both parties are uncomfortable with Gwen's influence, as well as the speed at which it's been increasing. She doesn't play by their rules. She can't be intimidated, bought, or cajoled into doing things their way.

"My gut feeling is that some very powerful people are about to receive a lesson in civics, the American tradition of hard work, honesty, and the strength of public opinion. 

"I'm going to come out in support of Gwen, without equivocation, or misgivings. I'll not allow the Navy to punish you in any way, Steve. I'll be very honest here. My wife is your biggest fan. She's convinced that you two will come out on top, and be stronger than ever. I can't remember the last time she was wrong about something like this. She feels so strongly about it that she insists we support you, to the point of gambling with my legacy, and betting it on you and Gwen. I tend to agree with her."

"Mr. President? Am I hearing you correctly? You're going to publicly stand behind Gwen Anderson and Steve Hammer in this battle? You realize that it's a huge risk, and many of your advisors will not be pleased. Nor will some members of your cabinet. You may lose some good people over this," cautioned Senator Chatham.

"I admit that it'll be interesting. There'll be some very big winners, as well as some very big losers when the dust settles. My wife and I feel that those of us in Gwen's camp will be the big winners, but only time will tell. Are you prepared to state your position, Senator?" asked the President.

"I've thought about nothing else for the past twelve hours," answered Senator Chatham. "When I came in this morning, my staff was divided about how to handle this. The younger members were adamant that Gwen and Steve represented the best in America and deserved my support. The older, career minded people wanted me to tell the public that I felt Steve needed space and time to work through this issue; that I was cutting ties with him to give him the space he needs."

"That seems very fair, Senator," interrupted Steve. "Thanks for the opportunity...

"Allow me to finish my meanderings!" insisted Senator Chatham. "Mr. President, I was with Steve and Gwen and their friends in Paris a few short months ago. I've seen what happens when the two of them are together, working the crowd, including world leaders. Steve saved my life and probably a dozen others when he caught that grenade and fired it back into that speeding car. What he accomplished seemed impossible. How they both interact with world leaders, and in what high esteem they are held is difficult for me to even comprehend. Steve conducted himself very well during the negotiations with Russia and Ukraine. It was something to see.

"Add that I woke up Sunday morning to see him on TV leading volunteers in my home state to help victims of a tornado, and to learn that his company provided all kinds of relief and helped save lives and property; I feel I have no choice but to support Gwen and Steve to the bitter end. What kind of person would I be if I remained on the sidelines while two of the finest, most powerful voices for peace in the world today are attacked by these political jackals?

"I've decided to address my colleagues as soon as possible and declare my position. I like to think that it will help convince some others to join me."

"Mr. President. Senator Chatham. Gwen will be delighted to hear about your support. I thank you both for your confidence and trust, and assure you that we will do everything possible to earn it," responded Steve with considerable emotion.

"Steve, you've already earned it, many times over," replied President Hanson. "You've made me look good on several occasions and now those chickens have come home to roost. You and Gwen will play a very big role in the future of this country. I'm sure of that, and I'm equally certain that this nation will be the better for it." 

About the same time as Steve was speaking with President Hanson and Senator Chatham, Charlotte answered their house phone at Stanford. She quickly called to Gwen. "It's Secretary Rosen! He wants to speak with you."

Once Gwen picked up the phone, Rosen began. "Gwen, I saw Steve's interview last night. I could have told those idiots that Steve would fight for you if they tried to smear your name. I learned that lesson the hard way!

"I'm calling to let you know that I'm going to come out strongly in support of you in this debacle in Congress. As you know, I resigned from the Cabinet and I've declared my candidacy for president. 

"My wife insisted that I not only support you, but call you to let you know that I am. She feels that you're going to kick butt and take names in this looming battle. I happen to think she's right. 

"Í know you said that you wouldn't come out in support of any candidate, but I want to make certain that you know where I stand on this matter. I am not sitting on the fence. There's no waffling. You have my best wishes and total support. 

"My wife thinks that the sun rises and sets on Steve. His adamant support of you, and the fact that he pretty much threatened those that wish you harm raised her opinion of him even higher. She keeps telling me to watch how he conducts himself and try to act the same way," finished Rosen.

"I can't tell you how pleased I am that you called and offered your support," responded Gwen. "Steve sure did make his feelings known, didn't he? I think women like it when a man is willing to risk it all to protect his lady, and Steve certainly did that. I appreciate that you called and I wish you the best in your campaign." 

"It's begun," observed Charlotte as Gwen hung up the phone. "Remember that the plan is for me to keep you focused on your studies and let the others take care of things. With Steve, Paula, Ashley, Kate, and Stephanie fighting for you in Washington, I'd say things look pretty good. Just let them handle it while you concentrate on school." 

It wasn't all good news. Several members of the House appeared on the morning news shows and expressed concern about Gwen remaining so active in her company and in entertainment while serving in Congress. They suggested that she was using her position to increase her personal wealth

They were even more vocal about Steve and his efforts to 'strong-arm' them into abandoning their duties as public servants and turn a blind eye to Gwen's questionable behavior. Congressmen Bill Simpson went so far as to suggest that Gwen 'lacked the moral fiber' required to serve in the House of Representatives after seeing her performance on the Oscars and her 'inappropriate' commercials on the Super Bowl broadcast. He went so far as to call her a 'modern day harlot'.

When Steve reached Gwen's D.C. office a little after ten that morning, he found Ashley calmly directing her staff on how to handle the phone calls that had begun to pour in. She even instructed one staffer to place an ad on Graigslist to hire temporary people to answer phones. Several reporters were waiting for Ashley to finish up so they could question her. 

When they saw Steve walk in, they rushed to ask him the questions that had been intended for Ashley. "Please wait for Ashley," insisted Steve. "I spoke to the press last night and I'm still hearing about it."

Ashley soon joined Steve and began fielding questions. She did an excellent job and Steve found himself grateful for her calm, thoughtful responses. Then a reporter asked about Congressman Simpson's remark about how Gwen was a modern day harlot and lacked the moral fiber to serve in the House.

"Are you sure that Mr. Simpson actually made that statement?" asked Ashley as anger flashed across her face. "Even Mr. Simpson wouldn't be that foolish."

One of the reporters pulled the interview up on his iPad and played it for Steve and Ashley. Then he asked, "Do you care to respond to Congressman Simpson's comments?"

Even as angry as Ashley was, she could easily tell that Steve was livid. His face was red and his hands were clenched tightly into fists. She arched an eyebrow to Steve and he nodded in return. The exchange between the two did not go unnoticed by the reporters.

"Okay, my response to the foolish statements by Congressman Simpson is in a locked file. Please give me a moment to retrieve it," requested Ashley as she unlocked and opened a large filing cabinet. 

The reporters could see that the cabinet was almost full of files. They were able to easily read the names of several members of Congress on the headers. Ashley pulled a small pile of papers out of a file clearly marked 'Bill Simpson'. She placed the file on her desk and then closed and locked the cabinet.

"Here's Gwen's response to Mr. Simpson's incredibly stupid insinuation that she lacked moral fiber," declared Ashley with obvious anger. "Just last night, Steve Hammer warned what would happen to politicians that attacked Gwen's character or honesty. Obviously, Mr. Simpson heard him because I just saw how he ranted about Steve's nerve for almost a minute during his interview this morning just before he questioned Gwen Anderson's character. Now comes the reckoning. Mr. Simpson is about to enter into a world of hurt and he has no one to blame but his own hypocritical, sanctimonious, self serving ass!"

With that statement, Ashley pulled packets from the files and handed one to each reporter. "Be sure the self-righteous Mr. Simpson knows that this information is being handed out compliments of Gwen Anderson and Steve Hammer!" 

The reporters quickly thumbed through the files. A couple of whistles sounded as they began to digest the contents of the packet. 

"I haven't read any of this, but a few of these pictures look pretty damning!" observed a veteran reporter from a national network. "Can you explain these pictures and some of these documents?"

"You guys are the reporters, so dig into it. We've already done the leg work that a lot of your viewers would have expected from you, but that's okay. There's a flash drive in each packet with some video and more detailed explanations of the contents," pointed out Ashley. "Now that I gave you a bone to chew on, please leave the office and let me get some work done." 

"That poor, miserable bastard won't even know what hit him," grinned Ashley once she was alone with Steve. "It couldn't happen to a more deserving guy. He's been in Congress forever, has seniority so he can pick what committees he wants to be on, acts like he's the second coming in public, yet does terrible things to people. I read the files and saw the videos and I feel confident that he'll rot in hell."

"So, how do you really feel about the guy?" asked Steve with a crooked grin. "Personally, I'm glad he gave us a reason to release that report. I would have hated to keep it private had he not attacked Gwen. I don't think that I could've done that. There are a couple more really bad characters in the House that will have to be exposed before too long, regardless of how this all plays out."

News organizations had a field day with the information Ashley had given to the reporters in her office. She was soon getting requests for copies from the news organizations that were not represented when she gave her interview in her office.




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By early afternoon, outraged citizens and a few of Simpson's fellow House members were demanding his resignation. Simpson doggedly refused to give in. At first he claimed it was all a lie manufactured by Gwen Anderson and her company to weaken her strongest critic. By the next day, he was claiming he was misunderstood, and was a victim. By Friday morning, he reluctantly admitted he needed professional help and resigned from the House in ignominy.

The speed of his political demise stunned Washington. On Wednesday morning, Bill Simpson had been one of the most powerful men on the Hill. By noon Friday, he had resigned in shame with his legacy in tatters and his reputation destroyed.

Steve's interview was replayed constantly, especially on the cable news channels. Was he right to reveal Simpson's years of debauchery and the deviant behavior that he had forced on numerous women for over twenty years? Would Steve and Gwen have revealed what a monster Simpson really was if he hadn't made the tactical mistake of accusing Gwen of moral turpitude? 

The politicians that wanted to investigate Gwen became noticeably more civil in their discussions about Gwen's activity, but refused to abandon their goals. By Thursday, the House Ethics committee had released their schedule relating to their investigation. Paula and Stephanie were to answer questions about Lady in Red Productions' finances on a Wednesday, April 22nd, less than two weeks into the future! The next day, they would return if there were more questions for them, and then Ashley would appear to respond to any inquiries about Gwen's actions while in office. Friday was reserved for Gwen to appear before the committee. 

Polls were taken repeatedly. Without exception, Gwen was supported by at least ninety percent of those questioned. Most people felt the charges were politically motivated and lacked any credibility. Bill hardy continued to insist that Gwen and Steve were communist sympathizers dedicated to the destruction of the United States. 

Amber Stahl requested an interview with Steve and Gwen, which they quickly granted. Steve and Amber flew to California to tape it. Gwen was desperately trying to get ahead on her studies since she would miss the following Friday's classes to appear in Washington and then travel for more than a week. Her finals were scheduled for mid May.

Stanford provided a very modern set in their media building for the interview. The three friends chatted amicably while they waited for the camera and sound people to declare everything was ready. Amber took a seat across from Gwen and Steve and the live interview began.

"Thanks for agreeing to be interviewed this evening. I know that you're both very busy, especially you, Gwen. Third year med students don't have a lot of spare time, so let's get started.

"Gwen, do you feel there is any basis for the investigation into your ethics by the House committee?"

"Thanks for having us tonight, Amber. I feel that there are reasons for the investigation, and none of them are related to any wrong doing on my part," responded Gwen. "I've been extremely fortunate in the friends I have made, the success of our movies and music, and having the love and support of hard working men and women in the U.S. and around the world. 

"That success appears to have created more than a little resentment in Washington. These pathetic tactics are the response of desperate politicians. They either can't, or won't do better themselves, so they're trying to diminish my reputation and the good will Steve and I have worked so hard to achieve over the years."

"Steve," continued Amber as she turned her attention to him. "You gave an interview the evening the ethics investigation was announced. You pretty much threatened to destroy anyone that attempted to harm Gwen in any way. The very next day Congressman Simpson stated on network television that Gwen 'lacked moral fiber and was a modern day harlot'. As soon as you heard that quote, you instructed Gwen's assistant to release a packet of damning information that essentially forced Mr. Simpson to resign his office within the week.

"How do you feel about being responsible for a man losing the office he held for over thirty years? Does it bother you in any way? Any second thoughts?"

"I wasn't responsible for him resigning his position," declared Steve firmly. "That was entirely his doing. His abuse of power and lack of common decency were his downfall. We would have eventually given the information to the press, regardless of his stand on Gwen's investigation. Once we discovered what a horrible person he was, and what terrible things he had done to innocent women, there was no option. I would expect that civil and criminal suits will be filed against him before long." 

"It's a widely held belief that nothing ever happens fast in Washington. Yet, Mr. Simpson's entire career suffered a complete and total meltdown within a few days of his less than complimentary remarks regarding Gwen. Many in Washington were stunned by the speed of his departure from Congress. You are seen as Gwen's protector and the enforcer when strong measures are needed. Are you comfortable with that role?" questioned Amber.

"I'm comfortable doing anything and everything in my power to assist and protect Gwen. Labels mean nothing to me. Gwen's future and her reputation mean everything," admitted Steve. "I'll never stand idly by when Gwen's attacked."

"Let me point out that Steve didn't do any of this out of malice," added Gwen. "Once we determined the sort of person we were dealing with, we all agreed that he needed to be exposed. Please don't think that Steve is some monster that crushes anyone that disagrees with us. He demands respect, and he's earned it. Those that engage in reasonable dialogue have nothing to fear. Insulting and demeaning me will always draw a strong reaction from Steve. That should be obvious to everyone by now."

"These hearings are being held awfully soon. Usually there are months between accusations and the actual hearings. How is it that your appearance before the ethics committee has been scheduled so quickly?"

"I think that surprised the committee," responded Gwen. "We received a request to appear, and were given a three month window. We simply chose the earliest possible date. We need no time to prepare. My friends, my family, my staff, and I are eager to defend and to move past this unnecessary political maneuver. Steve and I have a wedding to attend and two concerts in Europe scheduled for the very near future, as well as a hospital ground breaking in Moscow and a hospital dedication in Kiev. In the grand scheme of things, this is simply a minor irritation. I'm not a politician. I serve at the will of my constituents. I was not elected to please and appease the Washington political powers."

"That brings up another subject," segued Amber. "Some very important and powerful people, including President Hanson and former Secretary Rosen have pretty much staked their political fortunes on you coming out on top in this battle. Senator Chatham has stated that she feels you will not only survive this investigation, but it will actually increase your influence.

"More than a few political pundits feel that you and Steve are now the most powerful couple in the world. Do you see yourselves as world leaders, king makers, the powers behind the throne, or anything similar?"

"Honestly, I have trouble believing my eyes and ears when I watch Steve interact with the most powerful people in the world" admitted Gwen with obvious pride. "He stands eye-to-eye and toe-to-toe with them, and they respect him for it. I have no real influence in international politics, but Steve sure seems to. I guess the jury is still out about Steve being a king maker." 

"President Hanson, Senator Chatham, Secretary Rosen, as well as several other high ranking politicians have announced their total support for you in this matter. Does that support help ease your mind?"

"It truly does, Amber. I appreciate all of the politicians that have announced their support for me during this unpleasant time. I have to be honest about this, however. The phone calls, emails, texts, and words of encouragement I constantly receive from the hard working people of this country serve as an even better cure for the pain this situation has caused Steve and me, as well as my family and friends. I was elected by the people to serve in Washington. I've done my very best. They're the ones I answer to, and from whom I seek approval."

"As I mentioned earlier, Senator Chatham stated an interesting theory in her speech in the senate this past week when she very strongly endorsed your moral fiber and personal and business ethics. She predicted that this obvious attempt to impede, or even reverse the growth in your popularity would only serve to increase it," quoted Amber. "Do you agree, Gwen?"

"I really have no idea about that. I guess it's a possibility. It's also possible that things could turn out much worse for me. Senator Chatham's scenario is certainly preferable, at least to me," smiled Gwen.

"You two have been asked to be the best man and maid of honor at the wedding of Vlad Novokov and Anna Chekov. Many observers feel that you were both asked because of your prominence in politics and entertainment. You've only been with the Russian couple a few times. Critics say that they must have better, closer friends. How do you respond to that?"

"We've been asked by very good friends to stand up for them at their wedding. It's an honor to be asked, and we're quite happy to help them celebrate their marriage in this manner. It would be extremely rude of us to question why we've been asked," reasoned Gwen. "We're very pleased that we were, and we expect to have a great time!"

"There are those that suggest that you and Steve are too close to the Russians and that you may be Communist sympathizers. How do you respond to that?"

"That's such a stupid thing to suggest that we won't even give it the dignity of a response," stated Steve calmly as he dismissed Hardy's accusations. "Only an idiot would come up with something that foolish."

"Your company responded to a tornado in Tennessee with amazing speed and obvious planning. Many victims, as well as rescue personnel involved in that tragedy credit your company with saving lives and restoring hope with your immediate response. Can we expect more of this type of effort on behalf of disaster victims?"

"My sister and her husband, Lisa and Jason Hunter, head up our response efforts and they did an outstanding job," beamed Gwen. "Our company is dedicated to helping less fortunate people, so the short answer is that we will continue to do what we can to assist those in need. We feel very strongly about that." 

"One last question," continued Amber. "Several veterans' groups have requested that they be allowed to use the National Mall for a rally next Friday, the same day that you are scheduled to appear before the ethics committee. That rally is being planned to show Washington how strongly they support you in this investigation. Will you be addressing your supporters Friday, Gwen?" 

"I haven't been asked, but I always try to make time for our citizens, especially veterans. If I'm asked, and if I get out of the hearing in time, I'd be proud to speak to my friends and supporters," assured Gwen with another dazzling smile.

"Thank you both for appearing with me tonight. We'll continue to cover this story as well as report next week's testimony to our viewers. I have no doubt that I'll be seeking more interviews from you both in the future," predicted Amber. "From Stanford University, this is Amber Stahl wishing the viewers a good night."

After the interview, Steve and Gwen had dinner at a local restaurant. They were given a semi-private table, but quite a few patrons found their way over to offer their support for Gwen and to wish her well. Steve and Gwen always smiled and treated well wishers with good humor and respect. 

When they returned to the house Gwen shared with Charlotte, they found the downstairs crowded with people. "I kind of promised some friends and staff that they could stop in and meet you," admitted Gwen. "You don't know what it's like to date the sexiest man alive. Women constantly ask me about you; sometimes they ask very personal questions."

"You seem to forget that I'm dating the sexiest woman alive," chuckled Steve. "Are Gwen's boobs natural? Does she shave down there? Does she do oral? What's her favorite position?"

"Men ask you about those things?" asked a stunned Gwen. "What do you tell them?" 

"Yes to all, and doggy style," responded Steve with a straight face.

"You tell people that?" demanded Gwen hotly. "That's personal and... oh, you're kidding, aren't you?"

Steve had a huge grin across his face as he pulled Gwen close and kissed her. "I've been asked all of those questions over the years, mostly by old men and pimply faced kids. I find it best to simply ignore them. I sure can't be thumping every guy that wonders about your breasts or little kitty. I think they're always included in every American male's favorite fantasies."

"So you don't think I appeal to men from other countries," pouted Gwen just before Steve slapped her lightly on her ass.

As soon as they entered the house, conversation stopped. Charlotte walked up to Steve and kissed him hard and then declared, "Thanks for keeping an eye on the guy for me, Gwen. I'll take care of him the rest of the night."

As soon as the laughter died down, Gwen introduced Steve to a very attractive woman. "Dr. Palmer, may I introduce you to Steve Hammer. Steve, this is the surgeon I work under most of the time. I told you about her and what an excellent surgeon she is, remember?"

"Of course," acknowledged Steve. "You made Gwen cut some ribs off an injured man the first time she was in your operating room! I heard all about you."

"She really did quite well for her first time in OR," laughed Dr. Palmer. "I was testing her a little. I knew how famous and wealthy she was, so I thought I'd find out how dedicated and determined she was to becoming a surgeon. The patient survived and is doing very well.

"Please call me Bonnie, by the way. When I told my daughter that I'd be meeting you tonight, she insisted that I get some pictures with you. Would you mind being in a couple photos with me?" asked the doctor.

"Sure!" replied Steve. "Is your daughter in high school?"

"She's a physician," laughed the woman. "She graduated from med school several years ago."

"You're telling me that you gave birth when you were about ten and then managed to study hard enough to become a doctor?" teased Steve.

"Gwen, you'll be getting all good reviews from me from here on out," proclaimed Dr. Bonnie Palmer as she beamed at Steve. "I see how you're able to influence world leaders. You're a smooth one!"

A short time later, Gwen interrupted Steve's conversation with Dr. Palmer to introduce him to several students. "These are some of the kids that received full scholarships from our company so they could attend Stanford. They wanted to thank you in person, because they're polite, and not because you're so handsome."

Steve spent time speaking with the grateful students before Gwen led him around to make certain that he met everyone. Gwen noticed that Steve began to yawn and rub his eyes around ten PM. 

"Steve's operating on Eastern Time and it's after one AM on the east coast. He's beginning to tire, so we're going to bed now. Thanks, everyone for your support and for stopping in tonight."

"But Gwen, you're not on Eastern Time, so why are you going to bed so early?" asked a smirking Dr. Palmer.

"As a doctor, and more importantly, as a woman, I think you can answer that question without my help," retorted Gwen as she tugged Steve up the stairs. "Goodnight, everyone!"

Wednesday morning found Paula and Stephanie appearing before the House Ethics Committee. They were escorted into the hearing by Ted and Steve. Paula identified herself as the COO of Lady in Red Productions when asked her position as the questioning began. 

The questioning was fairly benign for the first half hour. It all changed when a Representative Daniels from Idaho gained the floor. "Mrs. Anderson, you should know that your company's power and wealth does not frighten me in any way. Mr. Hammer's threats cause me no concern. I'm here to seek the truth. It's that simple.

"What exactly is the net worth of Lady in Red Productions?" demanded Congressman Daniels. 

"At this time, we calculate our company to have a net worth of $1.958 billion," replied Paula in a matter of fact tone.

"You're telling me that this company, formed less than eight years ago, is valued at just under two billion dollars? That's a mind boggling number, Mrs. Anderson. How much of your company's money is in off-shore accounts? How much is hidden to avoid taxes in the United States?"

"We have no monies of any kind in foreign accounts," replied Paula. "We've made copies of all of the company's tax payments since it was formed. You'll see that any deductions we take are valid and we pay taxes at the highest rate under the current tax structure."

"Do you expect us to believe that?" countered the congressman. "Everyone knows that wealthy companies like yours hire teams of tax lawyers and accountants to find loopholes and other means of avoiding taxes."

Paula remained silent as the congressman ranted a bit longer. Eventually, he quieted down and glared at Paula. "Please answer my question!"

"No," responded Paula carefully.

"You're refusing to answer a question?" thundered the almost apoplectic representative.

"I'm not refusing anything. The answer to the question you posed was 'no'. I'm here to respond to all questions, regardless of how poorly they're phrased, or rude the questioner may be," assured Paula. 

"What was the question that you answered in the negative?" asked the confused congressman.

"I'm afraid I've already forgotten it," quipped Paula as laughter broke out across the chamber. 

"How much money does each of the owners get paid?" asked the red-faced representative.

"None of them are actually paid. They have no salary and no budget. The company pays for anything they want or need."

"Okay," grinned Daniels. "Could you give us some examples?"

"Lady in Red Productions has been covering Gwen's medical school expenses. That amount is about $172,000 so far. The hospital in Kiev was Gwen's idea. $287 million has been spent on that project. Operating expenses are estimated to be around $40 million per year once it is up and running, which will be covered by our company. Kate has had her first year law school bills covered by the company to the tune of $37,000, so far. Charlie and Jordan's wedding cost $72,000. 

"Lisa has not asked for anything major yet, although the company paid for her wedding before she was an owner. Steve hadn't spent any money either, at least not until he committed us to pay for a state of the art hospital in Moscow. We've set aside $300 million for that project."

"What about all of the clothes, the travel expenses, the cars, motorcycles and lavish parties and hotel accommodations?" demanded Daniels.

"Lady in Red Productions picks up all of those expenses," responded Paula.

By the time the hearing stopped for lunch, it was evident to most of the questioners that Paula was not going to be rattled or trapped into saying something harmful to Gwen's cause.

After lunch, Stephanie was grilled about her knowledge of the business and just how much it profited from Gwen being in Congress. Representative Clark from New Mexico began the questioning. 

"Can you tell us how much your company's income as increased year to year since Ms. Anderson assumed office?"




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"It has gone up 24% from the same period past year, Congressman Clark," answered Stephanie politely. 

"Would it then be safe to say this? That being elected to Congress has been a huge windfall for Ms. Anderson and her company?" continued the congressman.

"Quite the opposite, Sir," responded Stephanie with a smile. "The previous year, our income had increased 28% over the same period of time. Serving in Congress has restricted Gwen's time and has seriously limited her ability to participate in our projects."

"You don't feel that by being elected to Congress, Ms. Anderson has increased her visibility and fame, thus increasing her income quite drastically?" insisted the stubborn congressman.

"The stats do not lie, Sir," replied Stephanie. "Gwen is actually diminishing her opportunities by serving in government. I would note, however, that the Ford dealership your family owns in New Mexico has seen an increase in sales of over fifty percent in each of the past three years, or since you were elected. In your opinion, what conclusion should we draw from those numbers?"

"I am not the one being investigated!" declared Clark heatedly. "What my family business is doing is not under scrutiny by this committee!"

"Which would beg the question; why not?" replied Stephanie calmly. "You imply that if Gwen's income increases while she's in office, she must be using the position for personal gain. Yet, your family has profited a great deal in the last three years, and it would seem that at least some of the reason for its recent financial success is because of your office. I'm simply wondering why your success is acceptable, while Gwen is being investigated. It doesn't appear to be a level playing field."

"I've given up my position in the family company while serving in Congress! Ms. Anderson has not. That's a huge difference," insisted the red faced Clark.

"In the past three years, your dealership has gained contracts to supply police cars to two cities in your district. The national park service in your district suddenly switched to Ford vehicles and purchased fourteen from your family. A national package delivery company placed an order for ten vans from your dealership within a month of you sponsoring the so-called 'Right to Ship' bill in Congress.

"I would humbly suggest that a cynical person might think there's a connection between your public service and the sudden success of your family's company in securing so many government contracts," offered Stephanie with some emotion. "I admit that there are some unethical individuals in Congress. We actually agree on that much. However, Gwen is NOT one of them. Can you say the same, Mr. Congressman?"

"Mr. Chairman, I demand this witness be cited for contempt!" blurted the red faced Clark as he swung his attention to the committee chairman.

"Mr. Clark, you're not in a position to 'demand' anything from me," stated the crusty committee chairman. "I've been an attorney for forty years and I'm still active in my law firm. We're having a very good year. Does that indicate that I'm lacking in ethics? What exactly is your point?"

"My point is that I was asking questions about Ms. Anderson's income and this young woman decided to bring my family business into her response. I am not the one being investigated here!"

"It appears to me that her answer was appropriate for the line of questioning," reasoned Chairman Fowler. "You were intent on driving home the theory that if a member of Congress increased their income after they took office, it may well be the result of unethical behavior. She merely pointed out that many of us are in that very same boat. Do you have any further questions?" 

"Yes, I do. I've poured over these financials your company supplied for us. I do not see any stocks, bonds, or any holdings in other companies mentioned. Why is that?"

"That one's easy. Lady in Red Productions has not purchased any sort of interest in any other company, except for some hospitals that were struggling financially. We donated large sums to help them right their ships with the proviso that veterans are always treated, regardless of financial status or insurance, and we have a representative sit on their board" stated Stephanie proudly.

"We own no stock or interest of any kind in other businesses. That allows us to concentrate on our company and not make decisions based on the needs of other businesses. We're a family owned and operated business working to help less fortunate people."

Stephanie spent the entire afternoon responding to questions about the finances and intentions of Lady in Red Productions. None of the committee members managed to find any questionable actions that they could remotely suggest were unethical. As the afternoon was winding down, Congresswoman Carlton from New Hampshire made an observation and then asked a question.

"You've answered every question, most of the time without checking your notes. You appear to be remarkably well prepared for this investigation. Have you been practicing scripts and responses for these questions? I'm curious how you avoided gaffes of any kind."

"That's another easy question. I've had the honor of knowing Gwen my entire life. I've had the tremendous pleasure of knowing Steve Hammer for over seven years. I've learned a few things about integrity, honesty, pride and service by being with them and watching how they conduct their lives. I didn't spin anything today, and they wouldn't have wanted me to try. Their relationship with each other and with the rest of their family and friends is based on respect, honesty, and trust. Congress could not possibly have a better representative than Gwen Anderson!"

The news that evening had sound bites of Paula and Stephanie testifying before the committee. Most observers felt that nothing had been revealed that would harm Gwen's standing in Congress.

It was also announced Wednesday evening that Gwen would be addressing her supporters Friday afternoon at the National Mall, immediately after testifying before the Ethics Committee. It was seen by many political observers as an effort by Lady in Red Productions to appear confident that Gwen would not be censured, and certainly not be recommended for expulsion by the committee.

Ashley was scheduled to testify on Thursday. She knew what to expect after watching the proceedings when Paula and Stephanie testified. Thursday morning, she entered the chambers dressed in a blue power suit and accompanied by Steve in his Navy dress uniform.

The first two hours featured questions about Gwen's voting record and why she had voted the way she had. Ashley expertly responded to each question, citing Gwen's reasons for her votes. Then it became more interesting, especially for those watching on TV.

"Has Ms. Anderson ever been promised political or financial favors for voting a particular way on an issue?' asked Representative Daniels.

"Yes, quite a few times, especially during her first few weeks in office," answered Ashley honestly.

"Can you tell this committee some of the perks offered to Ms. Anderson?" questioned the congressman.

"I can tell you quite a few. Lobbyists offered her new cars, free vacations, donations to her favorite charities, and even a role in a movie to vote a certain way," revealed Ashley. "Some politicians offered to trade votes on bills before Congress."

"And did she vote for any bills favored by the lobbyists that had tried to sway her?" was the follow-up question.

"Oh, yes!" answered Ashley quickly. "Of course. She had no choice. Lobbyists on both sides of every major bill tried to buy or bribe her. Regardless of how she voted, she would always be pleasing some lobbyists, and disappointing as many more."

"Did she ever accept any of these 'gifts' from anyone? I recall that she was photographed on a beach shortly after the Keystone Pipeline vote. Everyone in Congress had been promised island vacations for voting with the big energy companies on that issue." 

"Yes, that offer was on the table. Gwen hasn't had time for the beach since her New Year special. She declined that offer. She spent that period of time at Stanford studying. Their offer was for two weeks in a luxury hotel in either Hawaii or Dubai," stated Ashley matter-of-factly.

"You're telling us that her vote wasn't influenced by the gifts and promises of energy companies?" grilled Representative Daniels.

"That's exactly what I'm saying. Her vote cannot be bought. Gwen was also offered a new Lincoln SUV hybrid by certain environmentalists to vote against the same bill. Oddly enough, you voted against that bill, and your sister began driving a new Lincoln hybrid just two weeks later. Not bad for a single mom working as a waitress with three children in school."

Daniels stared at Ashley for several seconds as his face became very red. Finally, and with obvious effort to contain his anger, he told the chairman that he had no further questions.

Congresswoman Carlton was next to question Ashley. "Has Ms. Anderson determined if she will be running for re-election?"

"I can tell you that she will not run for re-election," asserted Ashley. "However, she will serve if her constituents honor her by re-electing her. She feels that it's her civic duty."

"Do you think she would stand a chance if this committee censured her?" asked the representative from New Hampshire.

"My personal feeling is that the any action, pro or con, by this committee will garner Gwen even more votes. I've been reading the emails, letters, texts, and social media posts from folks back home. They're quite upset that Congress has singled out their representative, possibly the single brightest light in this institution, to harass and criticize. She's considered above reproach in her district, and across much of this great country.

"This feeble attempt to ruin her reputation will backfire across the entire House. Those members that have publicly opposed Gwen to the point of insulting and accusing her of improprieties will find themselves in difficult campaigns next election. These hearings have dramatically exposed the vast differences between Gwen and most of the other members of Congress. Voters across the country will realize that they deserve better, and they'll demand better. Dozens of representatives previously considered untouchable will be cast out." 

"Will Lady in Red Productions throw a lot of money into unseating Congress members that appear to be less than supportive of Ms. Anderson," questioned an uneasy Representative Carlton.

"Obviously, I don't make those decisions, but I doubt it very much. Our company does not donate to any political parties or candidates. We don't campaign for or against candidates. Gwen's influence will be her constant and continuous efforts to serve with honor and to always vote for what she believes is best for this great nation. Her unselfish service and dedication to those less fortunate will set a new standard in Congress. Voters will begin rejecting self-serving, unethical politicians."

"I guess we know who you'll be voting for next election," chuckled Carlton before becoming more serious. "It's well known that Ms. Anderson and Mr. Hammer are romantically involved, are business partners, and to be blunt, totally in love with each other. To your knowledge, does Mr. Hammer influence Ms. Anderson's vote?"

"Absolutely!" responded Ashley without hesitation. "They have constant discussions about the bills that are coming up for a vote. Gwen always considers Steve's thoughts. She promised the voters that she would and she's kept her word."

"So Ms. Anderson always votes the way Mr. Hammer suggests?" reasoned Congresswoman Carlton.

"Hardly!" laughed Aashley. "They've disagreed on at least three votes so far, that I'm aware of. The first time Gwen voted differently than Steve felt that she should, she was very concerned that he'd be angry with her. He assured her that he was proud of her for voting her convictions and spent the weekend wining and dining her to prove he wasn't upset. 

"Since that vote, Gwen still listens to Steve's thoughts on any given issue, but she never worries about Steve being upset with her position, even if it differs from his," assured Ashley. "You'd have to watch and listen to them to understand the level of trust and respect that have for each other. They don't always agree, but they always respect each other's opinion. It's amazing to see." 

"Every witness we've had this week, including you, Ms. Summers, has exhibited an extremely detailed knowledge of personal and financial matters of the members of this committee. How have you gained this information, and do you plan on holding the committee hostage to ensure Ms. Anderson avoids punitive action?"

"Absolutely not," answered Ashley calmly. "We are simply pointing out the hypocrisy of investigating Gwen when many, if not most, members of Congress are guilty of far, far worse actions. Gwen has the greatest respect for the people that elected her and her only goal in Congress is to do her very best for her country. "

The committee questioned Ashley the entire day, but reporters covering the event felt that the tone of the questions had changed noticeably by the afternoon. Members chose their words more carefully and avoided any personal attacks on Gwen. It had become evident that Lady in Red Productions had done its homework and knew a great deal about those members asking the questions. Near the end of the day, Chairman Fowler posed a question.

"Can you tell me Miss Summers, just how you expected to silence me if my line of questioning became insulting, or in some way damaging to Ms. Anderson? What would you have thrown at me?"

"We have nothing we could use against you, Sir. You've served honorably and with distinction over your long career. You're actually one of Gwen's role models. Feel free to say what you will, everyone in our company has nothing but respect for you, and your record," responded Ashley with a big smile.

"My, that was... unexpected," admitted the surprisingly emotional Congressman. "I thank you for your kind words. That anyone would consider an old man like me a role model is difficult to understand. I believe that wraps up questioning for today. Thank you, Ms. Summers."

Vincent Rosen had been campaigning in Philadelphia, when his wife excitedly grabbed his arm as soon he climbed on their tour bus. He could easily see that she had some kind of news.

"I just took a call from Gwen Anderson! She told me that if we were in Washington tomorrow, she'd thank you publicly for supporting her during her investigation."

"That would mean that I'd have to stop campaigning and get back to DC right away," worried Vincent Rosen. "I'm starting to gain some headway here and I hate to lose whatever momentum I've managed to build up."

"Vincent, listen to me. You can talk to groups of ten, twenty, or a hundred people for a hundred years and still not have the impact of appearing on stage with Gwen Anderson and Steve Hammer! You supported her when she was first attacked by those stupid politicians. She's offering to pay off her debt tomorrow. I've read on the internet that they're anticipating between fifty and a hundred thousand people in Washington! If those people see that Gwen Anderson and Steve Hammer like you, your stock will shoot way up.

"The polls show that you're tied with two other candidates, and that's only because you jumped 5% in the polls when you came out supporting Gwen, while the others didn't. I've already told your secretary to change your schedule. We're heading for D.C. as soon as possible. This is going to be big tomorrow and we want you right in the middle of it!"

Paula marveled at her daughter as she and Ted followed Gwen and Steve into the large chamber. As Gwen approached her seat, she stopped and stepped close to Steve. She smiled and placed one hand on his chest as she spoke softly into his ear. Steve looked around the room briefly and returned his attention to Gwen. He grinned slightly as he responded quietly, which caused Gwen's smile to become even brighter.

Paula had difficulty accepting the scene before her. Her daughter was testifying before a hearing to determine if she had behaved unethically while serving in Congress! Showing no apparent concern for her situation, she smiled and nodded to numerous people in the room. Each person lucky enough to receive a nod from Gwen broke into a huge grin. Steve was once again in his Navy dress uniform, while Gwen wore a red suit tailored to show off her amazing figure and her strong, shapely lower legs. The couple totally dominated the room as they moved to their seats. 

Paula and Ted sat directly behind the pair while Stephanie and Ashley sat to either side of Ted and Paula. Gwen was soon sworn in and the questioning began. Chairman Fowler welcomed Gwen, thanked her for her cooperation, and then asked Representative Daniels if he had questions for Gwen.

"I see that you're once again wearing red, Ms. Anderson. It would appear that you're promoting your company even as you appear at a hearing to determine if your behavior while in Congress has been ethical," began Daniels.

Gwen never indicated that she even heard Daniel's comment. She was looking over the members of the committee as she awaited an actual question.

"Don't you think most people would see your red outfit as an obvious effort to maintain and promote your image as 'The Lady in Red'? Do you feel that it's ethical behavior?"

"Sir, to millions of people, I am 'The Lady in Red'. That's become my trademark. I've been wearing red long before I was elected to Congress, and shall continue to do so long after I leave these hallowed halls. But thank you for noticing," added Gwen with another smile.

"So you see nothing wrong with wearing red to these hearings, or whenever you're engaged in Congressional activities?" persisted Daniels.

"Truthfully, questions about the color of my wardrobe seem incredibly senseless to me. I was elected to serve my constituents, and I have done that to the very best of my ability. The gentleman to my left serves in the U.S. Navy. He has shed blood to protect Americans and to serve his country. There are thousands more that have done the same outside this building right now. Wearing whatever color I choose is a right I enjoy because of the efforts and sacrifices of so many veterans and active military. I will not apologize to anyone for exercising that freedom."

"You've scheduled a speech to these supporters that have traveled to Washington. Isn't that taking advantage of the situation? Isn't that using your fame to garner more sales of your clothing line, selling more of your music, and increasing attendance at your movies?" suggested Daniels.

"You and I see things differently. You look at everything as a means to personal gain. I look at it as thanking good people that have made a very real effort to support me in a difficult time. My movies, music, clothing line, and other endeavors are successful because we work to deliver a good product at a fair price. Is that unethical in your world? It certainly isn't in mine. 

"You've made some headlines lately with a few of your speeches, Mr. Daniels. Weren't they given to promote your political future?" asked Gwen. "Yet your popularity pales in comparison with my boyfriend's. He doesn't give speeches. He doesn't campaign. When he makes a promise, it's a lead pipe cinch that he'll keep it. Just ask the parents of those two girls that were left behind in Colombia. Honesty, integrity, and strength with compassion have made him America's hero." 

"I fail to see any connection between Mr. Hammer's popularity and your situation," replied Congressman Daniels. "In fact, I might question the alleged popularity of you both. Did Lady in Red Productions pay your so-called supporters to travel to Washington? Did you cover travel expenses or promise perks of some kind?"




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"You've just insulted me, which I expected. You're floundering in the polls in your home district and you're trying to get some publicity. You're a desperate politician, and there are few things on the planet more pathetic!" snapped Gwen with passion.

"But you've also insulted the thousands of veterans and hard working Americans that traveled here to exercise the very rights they've fought so hard for, and risked so much to protect and preserve. You'll lose your next election because you have no grasp of what Americans hold dear. It isn't money! It's freedom, honor, honesty, and fairness."

"I certainly had no intention of insulting our fine veterans," backpedaled the flustered congressman. "Perhaps I phrased my question wrong. Why don't you tell us why people are flocking to Washington today to rally in your support?"

"That seems pretty obvious," responded Gwen as she once again smiled. "They care about their country. If I can be railroaded by some trumped up charges, what can happen to people with fewer resources than I have? These wonderful people are exercising their right to assembly, to peacefully express their opinions, as well as their displeasure. That's a right many of them fought to defend. I've found that lessons learned in military service usually carry over into civilian life, making veterans more willing to participate in protecting and maintaining freedoms and rights." 

Representative Carlton was the next to pose questions. "Do you think it's appropriate and ethical to appear topless in movies, and even on TV on the Academy Awards show? Isn't it possible that you're sending the wrong message to today's youth? People are now able to see their congresswoman topless in movies."

"I was an actress before I was elected to Congress. Many of my constituents had seen my movies when they voted for me. My friend Billy joked that it would help me gain votes. Personally, I think this country would be better served if all of our government representatives revealed more. That would mostly mean the deals, bribes, threats, and motives that drive them to vote the way they do.

"I have some very moral, honest friends and family. They would tell me if I were behaving poorly. This guy sitting next to me is a straight arrow if there ever was one. I'd never do something that I thought would cause him embarrassment, and he hasn't complained so far. I think I'm okay with it all. I've come to realize that a girl could do worse than use me for a role model," finished Gwen.

Representative Carlton then asked questions about the hospitals that Lady in Red funded and the relief efforts in Tennessee. Her final question pertained to Gwen's future goals.

"I hope to get my M.D. degree in just over a year and become a very competent pediatric surgeon. I hope that Steve asks me to marry him once I'm out of med school, and we have several children together. It would be great if we could still make some movies and perform on TV now and then," admitted Gwen. "They're the goals I've set for myself."

Carlton felt compelled to follow with one more question. "You have no political aspirations? You don't expect to run for Congress again, or even the Senate?"

"I dislike being labeled a politician and I have no plans to run for any office. If I am voted in for another term, I will serve. I would see that as an approval of my record during my first term. If I'm not returned to Congress, I'll still have many things to keep me busy," understated Gwen.

Representative Clark was the next to question Gwen. "You're not married, according to your biography, yet you speak publicly about sleeping with your boyfriend. Don't you think that this alone would cause others to question your ethics?"

"Are you suggesting that if a twenty five year old woman has a monogamous sexual relationship with a man, she is immoral or unethical? There are many members of Congress that have had sex with people to whom they are not married. You're well aware of that, I'm sure. Tell me this, Congressman Clark, would you advocate banning from public service anyone that has engaged in sexual activities with a person, or persons, other than their spouse? I'm very interested in hearing your response."

"I'm aware of the strategy your entire team has of trying to shift the focus of this hearing to others. I am not here to respond to questions posed by you or anyone else. You admit to having sex with the man next to you and you are not married. Most god-fearing Americans consider you a loose woman, a tramp, if you will."

Gwen smiled as she instinctively placed a calming hand on Steve as he glared at Congressman Clark. "Mr. Clark, you are an ass. Your remark is not based on any sort of poll, study, or even logical thought. You've just made a very serious mistake when you attacked me personally like that. This guy sitting next to me will make certain that you're back to selling used cars when your term is up. Government has no room for quacks living on the fringe that think God loves them more than everyone else, or that He speaks directly to them. 

"My love affair with Steve Hammer is public record. I assure you that being in love with, and loved by Steve does not make me a bad person. It does make me very fortunate. It certainly hasn't harmed my popularity. I can understand how you might underestimate me, but you should know enough about Steve Hammer to realize that he represents what's good in America. He's a strong, macho guy that treats ladies and children gently and with respect. He doesn't posture and make nasty, snide remarks in an attempt to improve his popularity or notoriety. Underestimating Steve Hammer is pure folly!

"I was asked a few days ago if Steve and I were king-makers. I've been thinking about that question. I'm not certain if Steve is a king-maker or not, but he sure as heck can, and will, end careers of those that fall in his disfavor. This is not a threat. I am simply advising you to not waste a lot of time or money in trying to get re-elected. It won't be happening."

Representative Clark was stunned by Gwen's response. She had just dismissed his political future. He was a rising star in his party. He was planning on running for governor after a few more terms in Congress. Now he was being told that he was politically dead!

"That's exactly why this hearing is necessary! You're trying to threaten and bully me into silence. That's not ethical. You think that having all of that money and rubbing elbows with other rich people makes you special. It doesn't! I'm on the side of God, and I will prevail."

"Wealth has nothing to do with this," assured Gwen as she sadly shook her head. "It's your foolish pride, as well as your strange belief that God favors you over others that will be your downfall. We're all born equal and make our own way. You're simply not suited for public service. That much is obvious."

"Mr. Chairman! Can she speak to me like that? I'm not the one being investigated. Do I have to sit here and listen to these threats and slanderous remarks?" demanded Clark of Chairman Fowler.

"No, of course not," answered the seasoned chairman with a straight face. "You're free to leave at any time."

Clark's mouth dropped open at Chairman Fowler's remarks. His face flushed a brilliant red just before he gathered himself together, stood and stomped angrily from the chambers.

"I would guess that Mr. Clark is finished with his questions. We'll adjourn until one PM," declared the crusty chairman as he banged his gavel.

Reporters were gathered on the steps of the Capitol waiting for Gwen to leave for lunch. To avoid the hassle, she simply made her way to her office with Steve, while Paula, Ted, Stephanie, and Ashley followed right behind them.

"I'm hearing from people stationed out by the mall," reported Stephanie as the group ate sandwiches and drank juice and soda for lunch. "We had those Jumbotrons set up by the time Gwen was sworn in this morning. Crews worked most of the night on them once we received permission to install them. 

"The crowd is huge and it's still growing. I'm getting reports of almost a hundred thousand people milling around while watching the listening to the hearing on the huge screens. Every time Gwen finishes speaking, cheers go up. Clark was booed pretty badly after his outburst.

"President Hanson and his wife will be at the mall when you speak, Gwen. Secretary and Mrs. Rosen have advised us that they'll arrive shortly after noon and will be prepared to be thanked in a very public manner by you. Steve has Senator Chatham lined up to appear as well."

"Steve and I discussed this at some length, in case any of you are wondering why I asked Rosen and his wife to accept my thanks today. This goes no further," cautioned Gwen. "We both feel he's the best candidate running for the White House. He's been having some difficulty gaining traction in the polls. He's yet to win a primary. We've decided to give him a boost, at least if appearing with Steve and me is as beneficial as we've been told."

"We've come to realize how much of an advantage it is to be on good terms with the President of the United States," added Steve with a wry grin. "I could've been drummed out of the service for my outburst the night I was interviewed at the airport about Gwen's investigation. President Hanson intervened. We'll be involved in a lot of international efforts and having a friend in the White House could help smooth the way."

"So you have decided to become king-makers after all?" marveled Paula. "Your grandfather, William, insists that you two are the most powerful couple on the planet. It's difficult for me to accept, simply because I'm so close to you."

"Don't get too carried away, Mom," warned Gwen. "We're just going to be friendly to him and see if it helps him in the polls. We can't commit to supporting a candidate at this point. If the guy we don't support gets elected, it could make our efforts more difficult, so we're playing it close to the vest for now."

"If the committee votes to censure you, Gwen, or possibly even expel you, your support might become a moot point," observed Ashley. "I don't think it's very likely, but it ain't over until it's over."

"Gwen's in the catbird seat here," insisted Steve. "They never should've had this hearing. They allowed envy and desire to overcome common sense. If they'd investigated any of the ridiculous accusations before deciding a hearing was needed, it would have all blown over. But this will all serve to strengthen Gwen's position in Congress. Look what happened to Simpson when he publicly insulted her. Clark will never get re-elected. I promise you that.

"Gwen will be seen as a truly beautiful, kind, thoughtful Congresswoman, that happens to have a miserable prick of a hatchet man by her side," predicted Steve. "That'll be obvious to all by the time I finish burying Clark. Politicians' new found love for Gwen will be tempered with a dose of fear. That's a very effective combination." 

"I'll be going on stage with Steve to thank everyone at the rally," continued Gwen. "Then I'll ask Mom and Dad to come up and be recognized, followed by Ashley and Stephanie. People want to see more of you after your appearances at the hearings. Then I'll introduce and thank President and Mrs. Hanson, Senator Chatham and Secretary and Mrs. Rosen. We'll be very warm to the Hansons and Chatham. We haven't quite decided how friendly we want to be to the Rosens. We're testing the waters here to see if our friendship over this matter will make any difference in the polls. There are several primaries next week in the Northeast. If Rosen finishes better than a close third, we'll feel like we had some effect."

"As you know, Charlie and Jordan have the band ready to set up and play," continued Steve. "They'll be ready to go within half an hour of when Gwen announces that we'd like to thank our supporters with an impromptu concert. We expect to come out way ahead after this stupid investigation concludes. A good concert with a big crowd will be a little display of Gwen's popularity and influence. This town is built on power, and Gwen's about to take her position near the top of that power structure."

"This sounds like a lot more than a couple of kids just trying to help people in need," observed Ted. "Do you have long range plans you're not telling us?"

"Right now, my plan is to solidify Gwen's position so she never has to go through this kind of crap again," stated Steve firmly. "We've come to realize that no good deed goes unpunished, so we're taking steps to protect and strengthen our position. We're not trying to control people so much as to prevent them from hindering us in future efforts. They'll discover that when they leave us alone, we leave them alone. We've been a bit naïve about politics and government, but we're fast learners." 

"I'm just glad that you're on Gwen's side," stated Paula as she saw the determination in Steve's face. "I 'm sure that Representative Clark will learn that you're much better to have as a friend than as an enemy."

The afternoon session produced no surprises. Gwen easily answered all questions without any hint of apology or wrong doing. At three thirty, none of the committee members had any more questions to pose.

"Is there a motion to recommend punitive action against Ms. Anderson?" asked Chairman Fowler of the committee members as he surveyed the room while waiting to see if any of them wanted to pursue the matter.

"Ms. Anderson, I feel compelled to apologize for putting you through this charade," began Chairman Fowler when no member presented a motion. "This hearing was unnecessary and ill advised. A few weeks ago, there were powerful members in Congress that demanded that we have a hearing on your conduct and ethics. The situation is far different today. Most of those critics have gone silent. One has resigned in shame. 

"Lieutenant Hammer's willingness to challenge Congress in this matter was unexpected, but very sound strategy. This institution has at times, become self serving and quite hypocritical. Mr. Hammer made it clear that we'd be exposed for our faults and weaknesses if we insisted on placing any wrong-doing at your door. I think you both have done this nation a great service. It's my hope that we'll begin holding ourselves to a higher standard, and that the voters will demand it. You have thousands of people waiting to hear from you, so we won't hold you any longer. This meeting is adjourned!"

Gwen stood and hugged Steve, her parents, Stephanie, and Ashley. Then she made her way to Chairman Fowler's seat. He stood as she approached and was both surprised and pleased when she hugged him and spoke to him briefly. Then she kissed the older man's cheek and returned to join Steve and the others.

Travel was difficult, because of the huge influx of people in Washington. It took the group half an hour to reach the stage, but finally Gwen tugged Steve's hand as she led him up the steps while the crowd roared its approval. As was her style, Gwen spoke very briefly to the thousands that had been waiting for her.

"Thank you so much for showing up today! You have no idea how much your support means to me. I'm humbled, yet very proud. I have to thank the man standing here with me," was all she managed before the cheering and yelling drowned her voice out. 

Steve smiled and waved to the huge crowd that surrounded the stage as he held Gwen's hand. When the noise abated, Gwen introduced her parents as they made their way onto the stage. They had huge smiles and waved to the crowd. 

Ted Anderson was extremely nervous as he looked over the ocean of faces cheering for him. He marveled at how comfortable Gwen was in front of the thousands of fans and supporters. He clutched Paula's hand and followed her lead by waving steadily.

Once again, Gwen waited until she could be heard. When Stephanie and Ashley were introduced, wolf whistles were heard along with the applause and cheers. Once again, Gwen signaled for the crowd to quiet down.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, there are a few people that came out in my support early on, and unequivocally. I want to thank them right now. Please welcome President and Mrs. Hanson!"

The crowd gave the president a very warm welcome, even if it lacked the enthusiasm shown for Gwen, Steve, and family. President Hanson was greeted by Gwen with a long hug and a quick kiss on the cheek. At the same time, Mrs. Hanson had wrapped her arms around Steve as he stood at attention, and hugged him hard before pecking his cheek and then waving to the cheering crowd. She them moved to Gwen and the two women embraced as Steve and President Hanson shook hands, once the President allowed Steve to be 'at ease'.

Gwen allowed the crowd to carry on as long as its momentum lasted. Once the din began to let up, she announced, "Please welcome Senator Chatham!" The welcome for Steve's boss was surprisingly loud and long. She hugged Gwen and when she went to embrace Steve, he wrapped his arms around her and swung her around, much to the enjoyment of the crowd. When Steve set her back down, she was flushed, but had a huge smile on her face as she waved to the crowd.

Gwen once again addressed her supporters. "All of the presidential candidates had asked for our support when they declared their candidacy. Then all but one went MIA when the accusations against me hit the fan. Just one announced presidential candidate offered me his unconditional support when this ethics debacle first began. I want to publicly thank Secretary Vincent Rosen and his wife, Cynthia, for their support during the past few weeks. Please give them a warm welcome!" 

Cynthia Rosen knew that her husband's campaign had been floundering. He had been considered the front runner for his party's nomination when he declared, but somehow failed to generate the support that he would need to gain the nomination and win the general election. When's Gwen's invitation to appear at the rally came, she had jumped at the opportunity.

As she stepped onto the stage with her husband, Cynthia Rosen, looked over the sea of faces. She knew in her heart that this was exactly what her husband needed to finally get his campaign off the ground. There were only a few months left before the convention and no clear front runner had been established.

She was certain that being seen by the public as friends of Gwen Anderson and Steve Hammer would be a huge boost! There was no one more loved and admired woman in Washington, or across the country, than Gwen Anderson. Steve Hammer had once again demonstrated how firm and determined he was and how much he would protect those he loved. His heroic exploits while still in high school and again as a US Navy SEAL marked him as a man worthy of respect, a man of action and honor.

The huge turnout in support of Gwen was proof of how highly she was regarded. Gwen and Steve formed a couple with influence like no other Cynthia Rosen had ever seen. She was delighted that Gwen had asked her husband to attend the rally. Gwen was sending a message to the voters, albeit a silent one. She and Steve liked Vincent Rosen, and that said a lot!

As Vincent Rosen strode across the stage to greet Gwen, his wife watched closely to see if her husband would get just a handshake, or a hug. When Gwen embraced Vincent Rosen warmly and then gave him a quick peck on the cheek, a delighted Cynthia Rosen wrapped her arms around Steve and hugged him tightly. 

"Thanks so much for this opportunity," whispered an ecstatic Cynthia Rosen into Steve's ear. "We won't forget this, believe me!"

Gwen released Vincent and he stepped next to Steve to shake his hand heartily. Steve clapped the man on the shoulder as they shook while Gwen turned to embrace Mrs. Rosen.

"Vincent and I understand what you're doing here tonight and we both thank you for thinking of us. We owe you, big time!" managed Cynthia Rosen as Gwen smiled and nodded knowingly. 




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Gwen took a hand of each and led them to the front of the stage. Cynthia Rosen quickly grabbed Steve's hand and tugged him along.

"The Rosens supported us when no other presidential candidates would. We appreciate their courage, their support, and their friendship," announced Gwen to the cheering crowd. "I've invited them take seats next to my parents tonight. 

"You folks came to Washington to help us, Steve and me, in a difficult time. We all know there were no pay-offs, no promises, nor any requests from us to come here today. We do have a request now, however. Would you care to be our guests for an impromptu concert; right here and right now?"

Once again, Gwen had to wait several minutes for the din to abate. "Then it's settled. We have trucks with food and beverages parked on several side streets. Food and drink are on us! My very good friends, who happen to be two of the finest people I have ever known, have agreed to join us tonight. Please welcome Jordan and Charlie Burns, and our band, as we set up for the festivities!" 

As the band began setting up, Cynthia Rosen spoke to Paula. "I really enjoyed your appearance before the committee. You were very well prepared and handled it perfectly. You looked like you've been doing it all of your life. These young ladies next to you were really sharp. By the time they were done, most of the members of the committee were afraid to ask any probing questions for fear that they'd be exposed as hypocrites."

Thank you," replied Paula as she leaned close to the other woman be heard above the noise of the huge gathering. "I thought I was nervous then, but look at all of the people out there. It looks like the crowd is getting larger by the minute. I've never been on stage when the kids performed and I'm extremely nervous, excited, and proud!" 

Gwen and Steve quickly climbed into a nearby van to change clothes. At five fifteen, Gwen and Jordan stepped to the front of the stage. "Please everyone, stand and remove your hats," requested Jordan. "We're going to start the party with our National Anthem. This is the greatest country in the world and you veterans the best of the best. We're super proud of you, of Gwen, and of being Americans!"

Gwen and Jordan allowed the crowd to prepare and then joined in singing The Star Spangled Banner a cappella. The Jumbotrons had split screens showing various flags flying over the Capitol and the two beautiful women singing in perfect harmony. The applause was long and loud as Jordan and Gwen hurried to their positions. 

The driving drum beat signaled the beginning of the concert as Gwen strutted front and center for 'We Will Rock You'. When she reached the lyrics 'You got mud on yo' face, you big disgrace, kickin' your can all over the place', her emotion poured through her singing. The audience had little doubt she was thinking of Representative Simpson, who had resigned in disgrace after attacking Gwen in the media.

The band moved right into 'We Are the Champions' as they usually did. Gwen once again made the lyrics personal. 'I've paid my dues, time after time, I've done my sentence, but committed no crime' had new meaning to Gwen and the crowd picked up on it immediately. 

Charlie gave Steve and Jordan a look that asked if they heard what he was hearing. They both nodded in understanding. Gwen was letting out her repressed emotions now that the hearing had ended. She was singing louder, stronger, and with more feeling that her friends had ever heard from her.

'I've taken my bows

And my curtain calls

You brought me fame and fortune

And everything that goes with it

I thank you all

But it's been no bed of roses

No pleasure cruise

I consider it a challenge before

The whole human race

And I ain't gonna lose!'

The audience had quickly sensed Gwen's intensity and responded with loud cheers. They joined in singing the 'We Are the Champions' part of the refrain as Gwen pranced around the stage waving her arms as she sang, urging the crowd to join her. It was clear that she included all of them as the champions of the day.

When the song ended, the crowd erupted into the longest, loudest cheering and yelling that Charlie, Jordan, and Steve had ever experienced. They refrained from going to the next number until they felt the crowd was satisfied and finally began to settle down. Gwen bowed several times as she flashed her megawatt smile.

As they prepared to play their next selection, Charlie spoke to Jordan and Steve. "We've got to pick up our game here or Gwen will bury us. She's on fire today!" 

The band broke into 'Rock This Town', since it had been so popular on the Oscars. Jordan was somewhat prepared for Gwen's enthusiasm and stayed right with her as they sang the first half of the song while Charlie and Steve played instruments. Steve did get to sing the part about 'look at me again and there's a-gonna be a fight'. Before the audience had stopped cheering, Charlie and Steve moved to the front and started in playing 'Well Dressed Man' as Gwen and Jordan sang it much as they had on the Oscars, but fully clothed, of course.

Always anxious to try different songs, Gwen sang "Magic Man" by Heart. The song included some great guitar work. Steve and Charlie played brilliantly as Jordan backed Gwen perfectly. The crowd loved it when Gwen grabbed her mother's hand and pulled her to the front of the stage as she sang 'Try, try, try to understand, he's a magic man, mama, he's a magic man!' as Paula smiled and nodded her head in understanding.

Gwen backed Jordan up on her songs, as Jordan did for Gwen. They had come to understand each other and to harmonize perfectly. Near the end of the show, they joined to sing 'The Look of Love'. The girls nailed it and the crowd gave an extended round of applause and cheering. It seemed that anything that Gwen and Jordan sang together was always enjoyed by their fans and this was one of the best efforts they had ever collaborated on.

The tone was set for the rest of the show. It was after ten by the time the final encore was finished. The Park Service estimated that there was over a million people spread around the mall and anywhere within hearing of the concert.

Gwen, Jordan, Steve, and Charlie were soaked with sweat by the time they finished. They were exhausted as they gathered their instruments and belongings to send to the hotel. 

Vincent Rosen spoke to Ted and Paula as the friends were picking up. "I've never seen a concert with that much energy and great music! It was incredible. Thanks to all of you for inviting us, and for allowing us to remain on stage. I don't think this city will ever be the same. Gwen owns this town now. Her enemies underestimated the power and influence she and Steve carry. By trying to bring her down, they've given her the perfect platform to increase her sphere. I'm just glad she isn't 35 yet, so she can't be elected president!"

"We really appreciate the praise, Secretary Rosen," replied Ted with a proud smile. "Paula and I have never been on stage for one of the kids' performances before and I can tell you that we're both amazed. They were hundreds of thousands of people watching and listening and it never even fazed them. They were fantastic, in my humble, unbiased opinion."

"We're going to have a small reception for friends at our hotel in half an hour," announced Steve as he approached the Rosens as they chatted with Ted and Paula. "We'd be honored if you could find the time to stop in."

Cynthia Rosen was elated to receive an invitation to an affair for the inner circle of Steve and Gwen's friends. "Vincent and I would be delighted to attend! We'll freshen up back home, and then stop in within the hour." 

A short while later, the group was gathered in a private dining room in their hotel. Steve immediately noticed that Ashley was escorted by Richard Drake. He had gained weight and looked considerably better than when Steve first met him. Steve made a point of intercepting the couple as they walked toward the buffet.

"Mr. Drake? I see that you're escorting Ashley this evening. I think it's important that you understand what is expected of a man that dates Ashley."

Ashley's face broke into a huge smile as she realized what Steve was about to do. Gwen and Paula had overheard Steve and turned their attention to Ashley and her friend as Steve spoke to them. 

"You will not use alcohol to excess. You will not use any illegal drugs, or tobacco. You'll treat her with the respect that she deserves. You will do everything you can to keep her safe. If this seems too demanding, the door is over there and I suggest that you head for it immediately. If you accept these stipulations, you're welcome to stay."

"Mr. Hammer, I have the highest regard and respect for Ashley. I absolutely agree to your conditions without hesitation. I thank you for thinking enough of me to have this 'talk'. I know what an honor it has become," responded Richard Drake as he extended his hand to Steve.

Before he could take the man's hand, Ashley flung herself into Steve's arms and hugged him tightly. "Oh, Steve! Thanks for caring so much about me. You're the best guy I've ever met."

Richard Drake looked on calmly as Ashley kissed Steve with some passion before releasing him and explaining. "I told Rich that he might be getting the 'talk' and what it meant. He knows how much I love you and understands how special it is, and he's fine with it!" 

"Just call me Steve. If you're with Ashley, you're a friend. But understand that I wasn't joking about treating her right. She's loved very much by Gwen and me and we'd be quite upset if anything happened to her. You don't want to upset Gwen if you can help it."

"I understand completely," assured Richard Drake. "Please call me Rich. I know it's unwise to upset Ms. Anderson, but for some reason, I'm more concerned about finding myself on your bad side."

"Are you kidding?" asked Gwen as she joined the conversation. "Steve's just a big teddy bear. He's gentle and considerate all the time."

"I don't think former Congressman Simpson would agree with that," retorted Ashley. "He had no idea what he was walking into when he attacked Gwen. Steve's extremely protective of his friends, family, and almost anyone needing help. It took Steve about a second to pull the plug on Simpson's career. It's not looking too promising right now for that dumb-ass, Clark, either."

Although, Gwen and Steve had invited very few people, more than a few Washington insiders appeared at the entrance to the room, looking to speak to Steve and Gwen. It became quite apparent to Steve that they wanted to curry Gwen's favor. He contained his mirth as he watched some of the more powerful people in Washington congratulate Gwen and insist that they had supported her all along.

For her part, Gwen was polite and smiled a lot. She thanked everyone for supporting her, but declined to discuss any pending legislation or issues.

"I've had quite enough of politics this week," stated Gwen firmly. "Steve and I are trying to relax a little before we leave for Russia Monday morning. We have a very busy couple of weeks scheduled and when I return, I'll have finals. I'll look into these issues as they are voted on."

As Steve watched and listened to Gwen over the course of the evening, he realized that she had subtlety changed since the ethics scandal had begun. She was firmer, less conciliatory, and even blunt at times. She was maturing and evolving and it was exciting for him to see.

They spent a fair amount of time with Vincent and Cynthia Rosen. They were photographed together and even questioned by the few reporters allowed to attend.

"Does this mean that you're supporting Vincent Rosen for president?" asked a lady reporter to Gwen.

"It means that I very much appreciate their public support of me during this difficult time. Steve and I have not endorsed any candidate. We do consider Vincent and Cynthia to be friends. We're quite content leaving things at that, at least for now," responded Gwen.

Steve was surprised to see Cheryl Baxter at the event. She was wearing a very smart looking dress and carrying an expensive camera. 

"It's your company's camera, and dress, for that matter," revealed Cheryl with a big smile. "You look surprised to see me. Gwen's asked me to come to Washington and then travel to Europe with your group. She loaned me this camera to use because my teachers insisted that I bring back lots of video of the exciting things you do all of the time. I'm making a video diary and it started this morning with Gwen's testimony.

"I've got to tell you that everyone back home was pissed that they'd try to accuse Gwen of wrong doing. They were also proud as heck at how you came out in her support that night at the airport and how that scum Simpson had to resign. Gwen's appearance at the hearing and her performance at the concert were amazing. She's really smart. I heard on the news that the two of you wield more power and influence than President Hanson and his wife, and I believe it. What's really hard for me to believe is that I'm here talking to you!"

"Don't believe everything you hear. We're just like you and everyone else. We've been lucky now and then, but we understand how quickly it can all disappear," replied Steve. "Thanks for coming with us. I'm sure that Ashley, Stephanie, or Gwen has told you that we'd like to look at any video you take before you let anyone else see it. We don't want anything too embarrassing showing up on YouTube."

"Yes, they all explained that to me and I'm fine with it. It's just an honor to be able to go to Russia and Ukraine with your group. I'll never do anything to hurt you or Gwen," promised Cheryl.

The next morning found Steve and Gwen joining family and friends for breakfast. Ashley was blushing as she sat next to Richard Drake. Steve stared at Ashley until she stood up blushing, and started to leave the room.

Steve easily caught her elbow and turned her around. "I'm happy for you, Ashley. He's a good man and you sure deserve one. I was just trying to tease you a little. You know I'd never hurt you on purpose."

"That's Steve's macho idea of humor," explained Gwen as she hugged her friend. "I'm so happy for you! You know you'll have to tell me everything. Where's that adorable little Ingrid?"

"Becky's taking care of her for us this weekend," responded a relieved Ashley. "I was pretty nervous about the hearings and Rich volunteered to stay with me. He really does help me to relax."

"I'm sure he does," chuckled Steve. "Are he and Ingrid going to be able to go to Europe with us this week?"

"You're inviting them?" asked a surprised Ashley. "I'll make sure they're able to go! Thanks so much for being so understanding!"

"If anyone's interested, today's Post filled its front page with articles about Gwen, although Steve was mentioned a few times. They seem to feel that it's huge that you two were so friendly to Vincent Rosen. There's an article devoted to that. There's another story on how Steve, with the help of Paula, Ashley, and me, shook Congress to its core with our knowledge of the committee members' financial and political dealings. They're calling it brilliant tactics and believe that Steve's the mastermind of planning the counter-attack. 

"His military training is credited with helping him develop the strategy that worked so effectively. The bottom line in every story is that Gwen and Steve have proven themselves to be a force to be reckoned with in Washington. There's speculation that Clark won't even run for a second term, which would show more intelligence than he demonstrated at the hearing," concluded Stephanie sarcastically.

Sunday morning found Gwen and Steve appearing of Amber Stahl's 'Washington Insider' broadcast. They were gracious and humble with their responses to questions about their victory, their friendship with the Rosens, and their increasingly powerful position in a town that respects power above everything else. 

Monday morning saw the Red Lady filled with family and friends of Steve and Gwen as they prepared to fly to Moscow. Their entire inner circle had made arrangements to travel to Russia and attend the nuptials. It was to be a very large wedding and Vlad had assured them that they were welcome to bring as many friends as they wanted. He told them that he was delighted that they had agreed to be in his wedding party, and the numbers could easily be worked out.

They were transported from the airport to their hotel by several long limousines. There was a large crowd gathered in front of the hotel when they pulled up to the curb. Much to the consternation of security people, Steve and Gwen stepped out and began shaking hands with people.

That's when Gwen surprised Steve by speaking Russian to those she greeted! "I thought it was time I learned Russian. We're going to be visiting here more often to see our hospital and Vlad and Anna. I took Russian for two years in undergraduate studies and I've worked my ass off with one of those 'learn to speak Russian in two weeks' courses for six months. It's finally paying off!"

Security finally managed to lead Steve and Gwen inside the hotel when Steve spotted Varvara Suchkov in the lobby. She smiled when she saw his look of recognition and rushed to embrace him.

"So you remembered me? I wondered if the famous Steve Hammer would recognize me. I have been following your exploits in the papers and internet. You and your lady are very famous and important in America now," grinned Varvara as she pulled Steve down for a kiss. "That should help you remember me!"

"Naomi and I had dinner with you and your parents a few weeks ago," laughed Steve. "No man could forget you in, especially in that short period of time. You're as beautiful as ever!"

"Gwen, your man is flirting with me," joked Varvara as she hugged Gwen tightly. "He brought that beautiful woman to dinner at my parents' hotel and he never even noticed me. I see she is here again. Watch that one!"

"Hey, I heard that!" complained Naomi. "Steve never took his eyes of you all night. He forgot I was even there."

"Don't worry," laughed Gwen as she spoke to the Russian. "I keep an eye on her every minute, but I'm afraid that Steve does as well. This is her boyfriend, Jared White. Jared, meet Varvara Suchkov. You can see why Steve doesn't stray with Naomi. This big guy would break Steve in half."

"He is very big and strong, but I think breaking Steve in half may be a difficult task. I have seen the movies and read the stories about Steve Hammer. He is hard as steel, or so the reports claim. He may bend, but he does not break."

"See that, Gwen? She knows how hard Steve is. I think she's the one you need to watch around Steve," joked Naomi as Varvara suddenly caught Naomi's inference and blushed.

"I need to return to the reason I am here," observed the lovely Russian. "Your entire group is invited to the Kremlin tomorrow evening to have dinner with Vlad and Anna. President Novokov will be in St. Petersburg, but will return in time to attend your concert. We will have a bus pick you up at five, Moscow time? Will this work for you?"

"Of course it will!" replied Steve. "Please thank Vlad and Anna for us, and tell them that we look forward to seeing them again."

Cheryl was especially wide-eyed the next evening when they dined at the Kremlin. She recorded almost the entire meal. After everyone finished eating, she walked around the section opened to her, taking video of everything she could. Gwen had explained to everyone, including their hosts, that Cheryl was required to record as much of her trip as she could and report back to her high school when the journey was over.

Gwen, Jordan, Charlie, and Steve spent part of each day rehearsing for the concert scheduled for Thursday evening in Red Square. A stage had been erected and Lady in Red Productions had crews placing the Jumbotrons in strategic areas around Red Square. Part of the agreement was that they agreed to allow them to be used the next day by the Russians when their military proudly paraded through Moscow.




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"McCartney had a great concert here, but I think we'll have a much bigger crowd," predicted Charlie. "They love you guys here in Russia, and that was before we agreed to build a new hospital here. I'm betting Red Square will be packed for our show. Let's be sure we give them their money's worth!"

"Since we aren't charging them anything, that shouldn't be too difficult," observed Stephanie. "However, this concert is going to be on pay-per-view. They told me that it looks like they'll sell more tickets to this concert than anything else they've ever broadcast, so you'd better make it good. We want to sell a lot of tickets for the one next week in Kiev, too."

Thursday evening as Gwen, Jordan, Charlie, and Steve climbed to the stage, they heard the crowd begin to roar. By the time they walked to the front of the stage, the cheers, whistles, and applause was deafening. Steve looked over the crowd in amazement. Red Square was packed and many of the streets leading to it were also filled with people!

He began his introductions once the crowd quieted somewhat. Then he told the huge crowd that Gwen wanted to speak to them. Gwen smiled and briefly told them how much of an honor it was to perform in Red Square. Then she spoke about how much the new hospital would benefit the young and the poor. By that time, it became apparent to the crowd that Gwen was able to speak Russian! Murmurs were heard from the audience and soon it became loud approval of Gwen's linguistic skills.

As the cheering let up, the driving drum beat for 'We Will Rock You' began and once again, Gwen was strutting to the front of the stage, singing strongly and urging the crowd to join in. It quickly became obvious that many in the crowd spoke English, or else they were just very familiar with the song. 

For whatever reason, the crowd seemed to especially enjoy 'Sharp Dressed Man'. Many in the crowd danced any place there was room as Charlie and Steve drove them to a fevered pitch with their guitar performance while Gwen and Jordan danced and shimmied all over the stage.

As had become their custom, the friends sang several songs in Russian, much to the delight of the crowd. Since Gwen now spoke the language, she was more comfortable converting more songs from English to Russian. She had practiced them all week and delivered them flawlessly. The concert was a huge success. The group performed several encores before they were finally able to leave the stage.

Steve and Gwen sat with the Novokovs the next day during the May Day parade. Steve was careful to be polite, but to not act overly impressed with Russian military equipment. President Novokov understood perfectly and was often seen grinning at Steve's neutral appearance as the troops and weaponry paraded past the stage Steve and Gwen had performed on the prior evening.

Steve was relieved when the parade was finally over. It lasted for hours that seemed like days to Steve and Gwen. They barely had time to freshen up before reporting to St. Basil's Cathedral for the wedding rehearsal. Vlad and Anna's ceremony would be one of the times when it would be used by the Russian Orthodox Church, rather than utilized as a museum. President Novokov was allowing more religious freedom as one of his government reforms and Anna's family members were practicing Orthodox Christians. 

Rehearsal went well. President Novokov was in a very good mood as his only son prepared for his nuptials. He invited the wedding party to attend a private dinner in the Kremlin. He spent a lot of time speaking to Steve and Gwen. His delight in Gwen's command of Russian was evident. He beamed when he first heard her speak in his native language and spent much of the evening introducing her to his friends and family. Steve was not totally ignored, as many of the ladies present flocked around him to ask about his movies and recordings. He and Gwen exchanged glances and occasional shrugs as they did their best to be good guests.

The wedding itself was a very formal affair. The bride was stunning in a white gown, but Steve couldn't help but wonder if she regretted asking Gwen to be her bridesmaid. The reason he wondered was how stunning Gwen looked! She wore a red gown designed by a Russian woman known for her classic lines and traditional designs. All of the bridesmaids looked very attractive, but Steve could see that Gwen really stood out with her natural beauty.

He was extremely proud to escort Gwen down the aisle as the ceremony began. For her part, Gwen marveled at how very masculine, yet handsome Steve looked in his tuxedo. Those attending, as well as everyone tuned in on television, watched in awe as the couple preceded the bride and groom down the aisle. Their personalities and physical presence dominated the nuptials.

Once the lavish ceremony was completed, the bridal party was transported to a five hundred year old castle a short distance north of Moscow. There was going to be a small reception for the wedding party prior to the main reception. An even dozen photographers were capturing the moment for posterity. Drink was flowing and everyone was having a great time. 

Gwen was in front of Steve as she stepped up to a carving station for a slice of filet mignon. She heard a loud yell. Then her server suddenly grabbed the front of her gown and pulled her forward as he swung his carving knife toward her heart!



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Never one to drink very much, Steve totally abstained from alcohol when the wedding party reached the old castle for the brief wedding party reception. He escorted Gwen to the various food stations while he observed his surroundings. He thought it odd that the wait staff wore heavy work shoes that were badly in need of polish. He had imagined that the wedding of the son of the Russian President would have more rigorous standards.

As Gwen, with a plate in her hand, stepped up to the man carving steak, Steve noticed the man's nervous actions. His hands shook slightly while perspiration seemed to roll down his neck and face, even though the room was air conditioned. He was also doing a rather poor job with the cuts of meat in his charge.

Steve heard a sudden, loud yell, but he kept his focus on the man positioned between him and Gwen. Although Steve was very alert, he was still caught off guard when the man suddenly made a lunge for Gwen. He had grabbed her bodice with his right hand and pulled Gwen toward him as he brought the knife in his left hand upward and directly toward Gwen's chest.

Steve slammed his fist hard into the man's shoulder, causing the knife to miss its mark. The attacker clung to Gwen's gown as he staggered backward, ripping most of it from her upper body. He quickly regained his balance and started for Gwen again. Without any compunction whatsoever, Steve drove the butter knife he had recently been using into the man's throat and pushed him away. 

"Steve! Look out!" warned Gwen as another waiter moved in from behind. Steve kicked his new assailant in the knee to slow down his approach. When he turned to face the man, Steve was faced with another carving knife being utilized as a weapon. The man suddenly lunged forward in an attempt to stab Steve in the lower stomach. Steve parried the attempt with his left arm. That move momentarily left the man off balance. Before he could recover, Steve slammed him in the jaw with his right foot. The knife wielding man went over backwards, cracking his head on the stone floor. Steve saw blood begin to seep across the stone as he turned his attention to the bedlam in the banquet room. 

It was immediately apparent that all of the wait staff, male and female, was intent on killing the members of the wedding party. Two of the bridesmaids were already slumped on the floor, as well as a very bloody groomsman. 

A burly man pulled his knife from the chest of a downed bridesmaid and turned toward Steve. Watching the man closely, Steve wrapped his tuxedo jacket around his left arm. He used it to blunt the man's attack. As he blocked a thrust with his left arm, Steve felt a fist smash into his right eye. Knowing that time wasn't a luxury he had, Steve once again used a kick to back the man up. Before Steve could pursue his advantage, someone struck Steve from behind with a serving tray. 

Unwilling to take his eye off the man he was fighting, Steve dared not risk a glance backward. From the corner of his vision, he saw Gwen move in to engage his attacker, allowing him to concentrate on his immediate adversary. The attacker rushed him, swinging his knife back and forth as he moved. Once again, Steve parried the knife thrust, although he felt a burning sensation on his left arm under the jacket. Deeply concerned about Gwen fighting with a knife wielding man, Steve ignored the pain and drove a fist into the man's face. Blood spurted from the man's nose and he staggered slightly. Seeing his opening, Steve grabbed the man's knife arm and forcefully pushed the blade back into his body. When he felt his fist come in contact with his assailant's stomach, Steve yanked the knife upward and into the man's heart. 

Still worried about Gwen, Steve dropped the already dead body and swung his attention to the struggle behind him. He was relieved to see Gwen holding another woman by her hair as she delivered several vicious jabs to her face. Gwen released her grip and as her opponent began collapsing to the floor; Gwen delivered a hard, barefoot kick to her jaw!

Steve once again assessed the situation in the room. Two of Vlad's groomsmen were in the Russian Army. They had apparently teamed up to take three male and two female assailants out of the conflict. To his left, he saw Vlad struggling with a large man wielding yet another knife and he quickly moved in that direction. Anna was cowering behind her new husband, her white gown covered in blood. Before Steve could reach them, the man plunged the knife into Vlad's chest! Steve approached the attacker from behind. He simply grabbed the man's head and viciously twisted it. Gwen heard the bones break as the man dropped in a heap.

Vlad was clutching the knife in his chest when the only assailant still standing, a woman, swung a heavy serving tray like a horizontal guillotine that struck a vicious blow to Vlad's throat. She was pulling it back to deliver another blow when Steve's right foot connected with her jaw. Her head bent back at an unnatural angle as she dropped the large tray and collapsed to the ground.

Steve quickly grabbed Vlad and lowered him gently to the floor. Blood leaked from his upper chest, but Steve was more concerned about the fact that the son of the Russian president was turning a dark blue as he now clutched his throat.

"Get me a sharp knife and a straw!" demanded Gwen as she dropped down by President Novokov's only son. Steve scrambled a short distance to pick up a steak knife, and then removed a plastic straw from a drink glass. He quickly returned to Gwen and knelt next to her as she took the knife from his hand. Steve held Vlad's hands away from his neck as Gwen ran her fingers over his throat. Once she was satisfied that she had found what she was looking for, she carefully made an incision. Then Gwen took the straw from Steve and cautiously slid it into the small opening she had made in Vlad's neck.

Suddenly a loud gasp came from the straw as air once again found its way into the young Russian's lungs. Within seconds, his coloring began to improve. That was the moment when Russian police poured through every door of the dining room with guns drawn and pointed everywhere, and at everyone!

Gwen's friends and family had been enjoying delicious hors d'oeuvers, excellent wines, and very good beer as they waited for the actual reception to begin. They were seated at a two large tables not far from the bar. As they enjoyed the food and drink, numerous Russian dignitaries smiled and nodded to them. Those that knew English would stop and exchange greetings. Everyone was having a good time, when police suddenly entered the large dining hall and closed all exit doors.

They shouted orders that caused the guests to become extremely agitated. "Please tell us what's happening," implored Paula to a young man that had been chatting in English with Stephanie. Paula's stomach had begun to spasm nervously as she felt the anxiety level in the room increase by the second.

"There's been a terrorist attack on the wedding party! We're in lock down until it's determined if we are safe here. There have been fatalities."

Paula felt icy fingers squeezing her chest as her breathing became labored. Ted pulled her close and tried to console her. Jason and Chip did much the same with Lisa and Kate. Ashley began sobbing in Richard Drake's chest while little Ingrid became increasingly frightened. Jared was the first to comment as he wrapped an arm around Naomi.

"Okay, we know that there was an attack. Haven't Gwen and Steve been involved in them before? Don't they always pull through? We need to hope for the best here. I know that Steve will protect Gwen with his life."

"We have these international cell phones," pointed out Naomi as she held up her phone. "Let's call them!"

After numerous attempts over several minutes, the group finally accepted the fact that Steve and Gwen were not answering their phones, for whatever reason. Their imaginations and worse fears began to resurface once it became clear that their loved ones could not be reached. 

Suddenly, Naomi's phone rang. She checked the caller ID and answered immediately. "Yes, Senator Mason? We're removed from the scene by 30 clicks or so. It was a reception for the wedding party. We've been told that we're on lock down until our safety can be guaranteed. The word is that there are casualties. We don't know who, or how many. Yes, Senator, both Gwen and Steve would have been involved. If we hear any more, I'll let you know immediately. Madam, if you'd do the same for us, we'd appreciate it. Thank you, Senator Mason.

"That was Senator Mason wanting to know what's going on. This could become a very serious international incident if Novokov's son was killed, or seriously injured in the attack. All of our intelligence agencies are pulling in every favor, and talking to every contact they have."

"Let me just add that there'll be pure hell to pay if anything has happened to Steve and Gwen," promised Chip through gritted teeth. "I didn't drag his ass half way across Iraq to have some nut take him out now!"

"Chip! We're taking Jared's suggestion," insisted Kate. "We're talking about freaking Steve Hammer! He'll never let anything bad happen to Sis. I'm sure of that." 

Just then, Lisa's phone rang. "It's Gwen! Hello, Gwen? Are you okay? Yes! Thank God! Oh, no! Okay, but call as soon as you can. We love you and Steve! Bye!"

Everyone was on the edge of their seats as they waited for Lisa to explain what she had learned. "Gwen and Steve are alive! She couldn't talk long and wasn't supposed to say anything about the attack. They were monitoring her call. They've both been injured, but Gwen says not too seriously, whatever that means. They're being transported to a Russian hospital. She doesn't know which one. She asked that we be patient and wait for one of them to call."

"That was all" asked Chip. "How bad were they hurt? Were they shot? Hurt by an explosion? What's the closest hospital?"

"Gwen did say one more thing. 'Steve came through for me again' were her exact words. You can decide for yourself what she meant, but I think we all have a pretty good idea."

"I'm getting a text from Cheryl!" exclaimed Stephanie. "I'd forgotten about her being there! We received permission for her to attend the wedding party reception as a photographer, as long as she remained in the balcony area and didn't mingle with the guests."

"Here's what she texted. She was scared to death, but she videoed the entire attack. It was very bloody. The attackers used knives. There were men and women posing as waiters and waitresses that were trying to kill the wedding party. Gwen actually beat up some skank! Steve killed four or five of the terrorists with his bare hands! Both Gwen and Steve were bleeding, but she thinks they're okay. Novokov's son was stabbed, and Gwen actually operated on him at the scene! She isn't sure exactly why.

"She's sending some photos from her phone and then erasing everything. The police are taking all cameras and phones. They'll be taking hers when they get upstairs. She's switching memory chips in the camera and sending what pictures she has on her phone before she deletes everything. She's a smart girl!"

"Let's see the pictures!" insisted Jason. "Gwen was in a fight with a terrorist? I hope she wasn't badly hurt. Knife fights are awfully bloody!"

"I'll forward the pictures to your phones," promised Stephanie. "Don't let the Russian authorities see them or they'll take away all of our phones. I've got to get a laundered version of this out to FaceBook and Twitter, so friends and family know that Gwen, Steve, and Cheryl are doing okay."

"Look at the third picture," insisted Kate as she stared at her phone. "Look at the blood and all of the bodies. You can See Steve and Gwen kneeling by a bloody male. It must be Vlad! Cheryl couldn't get close or even zoom much with her phone, but it shows the entire room and you can zoom your picture in a little and make out faces. Gwen's in her underwear!"

"It looks like two of the bridesmaids are either badly wounded or dead," observed Naomi. "I see two groomsmen down and quite a few waiters and waitresses, or terrorists as we now know them to be. I've got to pass this information on to my superiors right now!" 

"I see Gwen's dress in this picture!" gasped Paula. "One of the dead waiters is gripping it. It looks like he paid with his life for that bit of poor judgment."

"It looks like blood on Gwen's arm and her hands," offered Ashley. "Steve's arm is bleeding. His shirt looks quite red. I hope he wasn't stabbed!"

News organizations were in a frenzy to learn more about the attack. When Lady in Red's FaceBook page reported that Gwen and Steve were injured but alive and expected to recover, it swept across the internet and TV air waves almost immediately. 

Cheryl's parents were stunned when their morning TV news program suddenly switched to a reporter in Moscow for breaking news of a terrorist attack on President Novokov's son and his wedding party! Cheryl's mother was unsuccessfully fighting back tears when her cell rang.

"Mrs. Baxter? This is Helen. I work for Lady in Red Productions. I have to ask if you've seen the news this morning. I can tell by your crying that you have. I've been told to call you to let you know that your daughter is unharmed and that you should not worry. We realize that isn't easy to relax, but the company owners on the scene in Russia have asked me specifically to inform you that she was not directly involved in the terrorist attack and was not harmed in any way. Your daughter is perfectly safe."

Gwen was still leaning over Vlad, holding the steak knife in her left hand when the Russian police barged into the dining hall. Two officers approached her and demanded that she put the knife down. Gwen realized how tense the officers were and immediately placed the small knife on the floor and raised both her hands.

Steve watched the policemen closely as their eyes traveled over Gwen's chest. Her push-up bra was performing admirably, and with the loss of her gown, Gwen gravity defying breasts were on display. However, the situation was far too grave for the officers to dwell on the treasures contained in Gwen undergarments. 

Between sobs, Anna Suchkov managed to explain how Gwen had restored Vlad's breathing, but he needed to be transported to a hospital immediately. He had been stabbed in the chest! 

The officer in charge spoke into a hand held device as his men moved about, checking the terrorists for signs of life. Medics of some kind appeared within seconds and rapidly moved to treat Vlad. They nodded approvingly when they saw the makeshift throat stoma Gwen had just completed.

They immediately placed Vlad on a gurney and hurriedly wheeled him from the room. Gwen was concerned about the lack of assessment and treatment by the medics, but realized the futility of suggesting alternative actions. 

Steve was not surprised when it was determined that all of the terrorists were dead, except for the woman that Gwen had rendered unconscious. His intent at the time of the struggle had been to render his enemies incapable of continuing the fight. He had pulled no punches and given no quarter.

Several of the more seriously injured people were placed on gurneys and wheeled from the room. Gwen and Steve had somehow suffered fewer injuries than the others. They were escorted to a police car where they were to be transported to a hospital. Before they left, Gwen insisted that Cheryl go with them. She was not willing to leave the frightened teen in a strange place, especially when she didn't speak the native language, and the old castle reeked of death.

The police apologized about not having enough ambulances as they drove the three Americans to a hospital. On the way, Steve requested that they be allowed to speak with their family. After some discussion and a quick phone call by the apparent government agent riding next to the officer driving, it was agreed. But nothing could be said about the attack, who was involved, and who was injured. The government agent told them he spoke English fluently, and he would monitor the conversation.

The agent returned Gwen's phone to her and she immediately called Lisa and explained the situation while avoiding any discussion of the attack or the aftermath. Then she returned the phone to the Russian as soon as she ended the call.

Steve had ripped what was left of his shirt into bandages and had placed one on Gwen's arm where she had a nasty knife cut. Then Gwen did her best to bandage his arm and stomach where an attacker had come very close to disemboweling Steve. 

"I want to be there when you get stitches," insisted Gwen as she looked at his injuries. "I think we can prevent scarring if the doctors are careful and have the right sutures. You'll need ice for your eye and it feels like I will, too. Is my right eye discolored? It's beginning to sting."

"It's all bloodshot and looks sore as hell," confided Steve as they checked each other's battle wounds. "Your left eye is starting to develop a nice shiner. When you're in a fistfight, you're not supposed to let the other guy, or girl, hit you like that." 

"Look who's talking," chided Gwen. "You already have a black eye, along with a nice knot on your forehead. And you shouldn't let people cut you when you're in a knife fight."

"A knife fight, as I understand it, means that both adversaries have a knife," replied Steve with a bit of a grin. "I was in a 'knife attack' and people do get cut up when that happens."

"I guess I'm proof of that," acknowledged Gwen as she glanced at her bandaged arm. "You were great, Steve. I saw that knife coming at my chest. Then you slammed that guy and made him miss. You saved my life."

"I was a little slow with my reflexes, Gwen. I should have taken him out before he even got close. I feel pretty bad about that," admitted Steve as Gwen kissed his cheek gently. "You sure kicked the living crap out of that woman what was smacking me on the head from behind. That saved me. I didn't dare take my eyes off the guy trying to knife me to do anything about that crazy witch behind me. At least she's alive and they'll get everything that she knows out of her pretty quickly. They won't be asking her nicely, either."

Photographers had been set up near the entrance to the castle where the wedding party reception had been scheduled. They had to leave when the police arrived on scene and demanded they put the cameras away. Unknown to Steve and Gwen, or the police, a few paparazzi that had more international experience had set up farther back, on a hill that overlooked the old castle location.

They were unseen by the police, but their telephoto lenses gave them great images of whatever, and whomever, left the castle. Before Gwen and Steve even arrived at the hospital, photographs of the famous couple emerging from the scene of the attack were traveling at near light speed across continents and oceans. Cheryl was seen on the other side of Steve from Gwen in the pictures.

In one photo, Gwen's face was clearly shown and it was apparent that her left eye was discolored. It was also readily apparent that she no longer wore her gown. Her strapless red bra performed admirably as her ample breasts rode high and firm on her chest. She had some blood on her cheek and considerably more on her hands, stomach, and chest.

Steve's left eye was already turning colors and a large purple bruise was visible on his forehead. His shirt was barely hanging from his shoulders with most of the front gone. Two red lines could be seen across his stomach, and blood covered his left forearm and hand. His right arm was placed protectively over Gwen's shoulder. All three Americans appeared to be looking directly at the camera.




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As Gwen and Steve were arriving at the hospital, Stephanie was once again receiving texts. This time they were from the company's web people back in the states.

"Oh! Look at this! There are photos of Gwen and Steve, with Cheryl, on the internet from just after the attack. They sure look like they were recently in a terrorist attack. Gwen has blood on her face, her hands, and running down her arm. It looks like her right eye is bloodshot, and her left eye is discolored, too!

"I'll forward the pictures to your phones. Steve's stomach has a couple of nasty looking slashes. He has a black eye forming and blood running down his wrist and hand."

"How does Gwen manage to lose her clothes during these incidents?" wondered Charlotte. "But if I looked like she does in my underwear, I'd never get dressed."

"I hope they let us out of here pretty soon," complained Ted. "I've lost my appetite and it's obvious the bride and groom won't be making an appearance. I'll feel better when I can see Gwen and decide for myself how she's doing."

"I never thought anything like this would happen when I boarded the jet to fly here," admitted a concerned Beatrice Patterson. "I hope that Gwen and Steve aren't badly injured. It must have been a horrible few minutes."

"Your grandson is a regular lightning rod for terrorists," offered Naomi. "I don't know why. They don't seem to last very long when he's around. You'd think they'd avoid him at all costs."

"That's why they keep trying," explained Jared. "Imagine if they had been able to kill Vlad, Steve, and Gwen in one swoop. I'm going to have a discussion with him about being smart, and safe. Just being friends with him is dangerous to some degree, not that I'd ever want to stop being their friend.

Everything was finally sorted out and it was determined that there was no threat at the banquet hall. Attendees were offered the option of enjoying the excellent reception dinner, or simply leaving. Several high ranking officials had indicated that they very much wanted the Americans to stay and enjoy the meal.

"I think we're representing the U.S. here, especially now that Gwen and Steve are temporarily unavailable," suggested Jordan. "I'm not an expert in international affairs like Steve is, but I do know that guests are expected to be gracious and considerate. I think we should stay and eat, and try to be good company." 

"Jordan is correct," assured William Patterson. "This has been a huge embarrassment to the Russian government. If we leave now, we'll send a message that we're unwilling to help them attempt to save face, at least to some extent."

It turned out that the banquet was enjoyed thoroughly by all of the Americans. They were served seven courses and each one of them was perfectly prepared and delicious. 

"Have you noticed how happy they are when we ask for seconds and smile a lot?" asked Billy. "Being in the food industry, I can tell you it's a great feeling when customers express their pleasure with the meal in a sincere fashion. This has been a great meal!"

Almost four hours after the wedding ceremony, the American contingent was delivered back at their hotel. Ted invited the men to stop in at the hotel bar for one drink. Surprised since Ted was not the type to have more than a couple drinks at a party, the guys quickly agreed. The ladies decided to change their clothes and meet in Paula's room to await news from Gwen. When they reached the eleventh floor, where their rooms were located, Paula decided that she would check to see if Gwen and Steve had returned.

"They gave me a key to their room, in case Ted and I wanted to enjoy the view, or other amenities while the kids were out," declared Paula with a slight blush as she made her way to their suite.

The possibility of seeing Gwen and Steve and hearing about their adventure was too great an attraction for the rest of the ladies to resist. When Paula swung the door open and entered the suite, the rest of her group was following closely.

"Please be quiet. If they're in, they could be sleeping," whispered Paula as she lightly knocked on the bedroom door. A scream from within suddenly pierced the silence. With great concern, Paula pushed the door open and rushed into the room, followed by as many others as could squeeze into the room behind her.

Gwen and Steve had been given VIP treatment at a local hospital. They were attended to immediately upon arrival. Gwen had watched the doctors work on Steve's cuts and was impressed with their skill level. It seemed unlikely that he would have any significant scarring on two cuts across his abdomen and several slices on his arm above his wrist. 

They examined her eye and gave her drops to use as well as an eye patch. She was told to wear it for a week to protect her eye from light. It had been gouged in her struggle with the terrorist that she had eventually subdued. Gwen and Steve were both told that they could try ice on their blackening eyes, but the discoloration pretty much had to run its course.

Less than two hours after entering the hospital, the same policeman was giving Gwen, Cheryl, and Steve a ride back to their hotel. 

"I have to get on my laptop and write to my parents and friends, and tell them that I'm okay," announced Cheryl. "They took my phone, so I can't call, but I can Skype from my room. Boy, will they be happy to hear from me!"

Steve and Gwen went directly to their suite, where, with Gwen's help, Steve carefully showered. The hospital had given Gwen some waterproof bandages which she skillfully taped over the stitches in Steve's abdomen and forearm. She then directed Steve as he placed a bandage over the stitches in her arm.

Forty minutes after reaching their hotel, the couple was naked on their king-size bed. It had been a traumatic day and the couple used each other to relieve their pent up stress. Their heightened emotions from the struggle earlier in the day increased their already healthy libidos. They eventually wound up in the classic 'sixty-nine' position with Gwen on top.

Perhaps because of the stress of the previous few hours, Steve brought Gwen to one of the most intense orgasms she had ever experienced with his fingers and tongue. She took his cock from her mouth to sound her great pleasure before quickly spinning around and positioning it at her very slick opening and enveloping him in one quick motion. She was aware that Steve was very close to an orgasm and she wanted his hard cock inside her when he came, knowing it would give her a second and even more intense orgasm. Unknown to either participant, Gwen's family and girlfriends entered the room at that exact moment.

Steve reached up and pinched her left nipple while he engulfed her right breast in his mouth and bit down on that bud as he pounded his cock upward into Gwen's quivering body. On his third stroke, Gwen exploded, and after a few more strokes, Steve joined her with a climax of his own. 

That was the scene that greeted the women that had barged into Gwen's bedroom. Every last one of them stared in awe as Gwen appeared to howl as her body jerked, twitched, and trembled. Even as she was experiencing an incredibly intense orgasm, the group coming through her bedroom door vaguely caught her attention.

They watched as Gwen turned to face them, although she didn't appear to actually see them. She wore a patch over her right eye, while her left one appeared to have a deep purple color around it. The strangest thing was that her eyeball was turned upward in her skull as it fluttered opened and closed. She gave no indication that she knew they were there as she continued to moan and tremble in Steve's arms.

All good things eventually come to an end. After what seemed like a minute of enjoying la petite mort, Gwen dropped down on top of Steve and went quiet as Steve's left hand gently came around to caress Gwen's back and buttocks. After several seconds, Gwen lifted her head slightly to once again gaze at her stunned audience with her blackened, but uncovered eye.

"Darling, we have company," observed Gwen in a stage whisper.

Steve's face was completely hidden by Gwen's long hair. He suddenly stopped his caresses and asked, "What do you mean by company? Did you hear someone knock on the door?"

"Actually, our bedroom seems to be full of people; like my mother, your grandmother, Jordan, Naomi, Stephanie, my sisters,... well you get the idea." 

"Do they look angry, or upset?" 

"If I had to describe their appearance, 'stunned' would be the word I'd use," replied Gwen with a grin as she found Steve's lips and kissed him long and hard.

"Hey, get a room!" demanded Kate. "Oh, never mind. I guess you already have one, crowded as it may be."

Like a dam bursting, the women all suddenly decided to rush over to Gwen as they asked her a dozen questions at once. Steve felt the bed bounce as people began perching on the edge of the mattress.

"We're trying to talk to Gwen," laughed Lisa as her gaze swept over Steve's nude body. "I don't know what you think you're doing here, Steve, but you need to get that thing covered up and go someplace with the guys. I just hope my sister hasn't suffered irreparable brain damage!"

"What brain?" asked Ashley. "I think Steve just screwed her brains out!"

"Did everyone see Gwen's one eye flutter and turn up into her skull?" asked Jordan. "That was scary!"

Unable to pull the sheets up to cover himself with so many women sitting on them, Steve simply eased to the end of the bed, stood up, walked to the bathroom, and closed the door.

The ladies had gone silent as they watched Steve's retreat. "Gwen, you're the luckiest woman in the world!" proclaimed Stephanie with a blush.

"The guy that just sauntered to the bathroom came from your gene pool, Beatrice" observed Charlotte. "Even with the bandages and bruises, he's still quite pleasing to the eye, at least to most females."

"He certainly is masculine, isn't he?" agreed Beatrice as her gaze lingered on the door Steve had just closed. "I think he must have inherited that physique from his father, who I never met because I was a foolish woman placing social position above love and family. I'm fortunate that Gwen believed that I should have the opportunity to redeem myself, however late it may have been." 

"I'm sorry that we intruded on your personal time, Gwen" apologized Paula as she changed the subject. "Are you annoyed at us? We were all worried about you. You didn't tell Lisa very much about the attack, or your injuries."

"Annoyed?" grinned Gwen. "I feel extremely mellow and, I guess 'satisfied' would be the term. I don't think anyone could spoil my mood right now. Besides, you guys are here because you love me and worry about me. That makes me feel pretty good."

"Here are some tissues, Sis," offered Kate. "You might want to clean up a little down there. Steve's hogging the bathroom. I'll find a shirt and panties in your luggage so you won't scandalize Steve's grandmother."

"Don't worry about me, My Dear!" responded Beatrice Patterson. "This reminds me of the Christmas my parents decided to secretly leave presents under our tree the first year we were married. They had a key in case they needed to get into our apartment for any reason. William and I were up early that morning and my parents caught us in 'flagrante delicto' on the living room carpet. I reacted much like Gwen just did. It was our home and we sure weren't going to apologize for our actions. Luckily, I was also feeling quite content by the time we were interrupted, if you know what I mean."

"Were you howling at the moon and rolling your one eye back into your skull like Sis just did?" teased Kate.

"I remember being quite vocal, but I doubt I ever had a climax like we just witnessed. I never knew it was even possible," admitted Beatrice. "I thought it was dreamed up by romance writers."

"Could we forget about the great sex and find out how badly Gwen's hurt, why she's wearing an eye patch, and exactly what happened to her and Steve this afternoon?" asked Paula impatiently.

"It's pretty obvious," chuckled Ashley. "They were role playing. Gwen was a pirate wench being punished for not swabbing Steve's deck properly."

"But she did surrender her booty!" pointed out Kate as everyone broke into laughter.

"Yeah, she had a treasure buried pretty deep," added Lisa to even more laughter.

"And did I hear Steve call those big boobs his pleasure chest?" teased Naomi.

"I have never been around so many jealous, catty women in my life!" responded Gwen as she struggled to keep a straight face. "Next time we'll sell tickets. If you want to learn how it's done correctly, it's going to cost you."

"I want season tickets!" replied Stephanie immediately. "That was amazing. I'd love to watch and learn how to make those noises and roll my good eye back into my head."

"Which brings me back to Gwen's eye," insisted Paula. "Why are you wearing a patch? Did you get a serious injury? You have stitches on your arm! How badly were you hurt? And no more jokes!"

As Paula finished her question, Steve walked out of the bathroom fully dressed. He walked over to Gwen and leaned down to kiss her as the other ladies watched closely. He gave her left breast a little squeeze as he stood back up, nodded to everyone, and started for the door. Paula caught him before he was able to leave the room.

"It looked like you were annoyed at our poorly timed intrusion," began Paula. "We never meant to embarrass you and Gwen, but the road to hell is paved with good intentions. We were concerned about how badly you two were injured. When Gwen made those 'sounds', I thought she was hurting and rushed in. It was my fault and I apologize."

Steve studied Paula's face for a few seconds before he responded. "You're a wonderful mother, as well as a beautiful woman. I can't stay upset with you, or the other girls. I was irked for a little while, but I heard everyone joking with Gwen and I see how happy she is with her friends and family around her. You gave me Gwen, and I'll never be able to repay you, so tease and embarrass me as much as you want. I'll never feel anything but love for you."

Steve bent and kissed a surprised Paula on the cheek and left the room. Paula touched her hand to her cheek as she slowly turned to face the other women in the room.

"Mom! Do I see your eyes rolling back into your head?" asked Kate to the delight of everyone else. "I'd go apologize to the big lug, but I know I'd probably wind up howling and embarrassing myself."

"I'll say it again. Gwen, you're the luckiest woman in the world," blurted Stephanie. "Aunt Paula's still recovering."

"He's amazing, isn't he?" agreed Gwen before she turned serious and began relating that day's events.

Steve stepped into the hallway just as Ted and the others were stepping off the elevator. They quickly followed Steve back into his suite, but avoided entering the bedroom where the women were chattering loudly.

Chip caught bits of the conversation and began to make wisecracks about Steve and Gwen's recovery efforts. Soon Jason and Jared joined in, busting Steve's balls. 

"Guys! Gwen's father is sitting right there. Would you show him some respect and change the subject," requested Steve, hoping to end the wise cracks.

"Don't let me spoil your fun," laughed Ted. "I can go back to my room and take a nap or something."

Realizing that Steve had a point about Ted being Gwen's father, Chip decided to end his jokes. He didn't want Kate's father to think poorly of him. "Are they knife wounds on your stomach and forearm?"

That was all it took to get the men discussing the events at the bridal reception. Steve made sure to stress how Gwen had beaten up a female terrorist and saved Vlad's life by performing a tracheotomy. Everyone was properly impressed. 

"This seems like a good time to bring up something I think you need to take even more seriously," stated Jared. "The wall is being built around our homes back in Sparta, and that'll help keep our ladies safe when they're home, but I think you need a security detail. Chip and Pete do great jobs, but they're only two guys and we have a lot of wonderful ladies that we want safe all of the time."

"I've been thinking about that, too," agreed Steve. "We need enough people that we're able to have all of the women, and kids, protected. I was thinking of asking Chip to look into hiring enough good people to keep everyone as safe as possible."

"I'd like to make a suggestion," offered Jason. "I feel pretty capable of taking care of myself, as well as my family when I'm with them. It's when I'm not with them that I worry. I don't think any of us guys needs, nor wants, any special security, but we feel the women and kids need it.

"I think all of our loved ones should have self defense lessons, as well as learn to use firearms and become permitted to carry. I also think it would be best if we hired mostly females for the security. We have some beautiful women in our group. In fact, they're all beautiful. I don't want big, macho guys hanging around Lisa and Theresa. I'd prefer capable females. They could travel into bathrooms and bedrooms with them and we wouldn't have to worry that we might have the proverbial fox watching the hen house."

"Or, in this case, some jerk watching the foxes," added Jared. "I agree with Jason. We men don't need security, but the women do and I'd feel better if Naomi didn't have a bunch of men being paid to eye her up every time she bent over to pick up a pen."

"All of a sudden I have this image in my head," admitted Billy. "I can't seem to shake it. Seriously, though, I've been carrying a gun for years. We push a lot of money through our business and it pays to be prepared. I never had the pleasure of learning any fighting skills in the service, so I took some classes. I couldn't take out any of you guys, but most muggers and thieves would regret taking me on."

"This is a great time to make some changes," stated Chip. "I've been talking to my Dad and I've agreed to help him with the family business. I love Kate to death, but just hanging around her, even if it's protecting her, isn't a real job for me. It's like being paid to be her boyfriend.

"Dad wants to expand into the Sparta area and across the state. I've agreed to be in charge of the expansion. I want Kate safe, but hate to think of a bunch of guys hanging around her. I guess I sound insecure," admitted Chip.

"Since Chip's starting a new career and he's going be busy, do you think you'd have the time to head up this project, Charlie?" asked Steve. "I know how much you have on your plate, but this is pretty important. What do you think?"

"I'd be glad to take the lead on this, to be honest," responded Charlie. Jordan's going to tell the girls that she's..."

Loud screams and cheers from the next room suddenly drowned Charlie's voice out. Grinning, he waited for the noise level to drop before he resumed speaking.

"My guess is that Jordan just announced that she's pregnant," stated Charlie with a crooked grin. "We're going to back way off on touring this year and concentrate on the movie, writing music, and maybe some TV shows and commercials."

That was as far as Charlie managed before he was mobbed by his friends. They clapped him on the back and shook his hand. 

"That's really great!" praised Steve. "You two will be the best parents possible. Our family keeps getting bigger. I bet Jordan's over the moon happy. This is going to make Gwen jealous. She's afraid that everyone's going to start a family before we do."

"Well, if that pathetic performance I heard the ladies discussing is any indication, the poor girl will never get pregnant," stated Chip with a straight face. "I hate to be the one to tell you this, but you don't have any idea how to make love to a woman. I should take you under my wing and give you some pointers."




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"He'd be a lot better off getting pointers from Charlie and me," insisted Jason. "We've proven ourselves capable of getting the job done. Your track record isn't anything that would enhance a resumé."

"We're going to have to work on that resumé, aren't we, Chip?" asked Kate from the doorway. You'll have to get me rolling my eyes back and howling before you'll be allowed to comment on Steve's technique."

"Kate! Your father's sitting right there! We shouldn't be hearing things like that from our daughter," insisted Paula. "Besides, he needs to hear me carry on like Gwen did, and I expect him to work on that until he perfects it."

"Yeah. What do you call that move, Steve?" demanded Lisa. "Have you patented it yet?"

"Actually, I'm the one that makes that move," corrected Gwen with a huge grin. "It was with Steve's help, of course. I call it 'The One-Eyed Wonder'."

"You're confused again, Gwen," laughed Lisa as she sat down next to Jason. "Steve has the one-eyed wonder. You simply borrow it!"

"Charlie, did you tell the guys what you did to me?" asked Jordan as she took Charlie's hand.

"He sure did!"answered Steve. "Congratulations! I can't tell you how happy I am for you both. It's going to be a very special and much loved addition to our family."

"Thanks, Steve!" responded Jordan as she wrapped her arms around him. "You and Gwen took me in when I really needed friends. You showed me how people should conduct themselves, and how to treat others. You introduced me to Charlie, but he never would have been interested in the old Jordan Quick. She was a selfish, addicted bitch. He fell in love with the Jordan you and Gwen forged from the old one."

"Actually, I think Charlie would have been interested in the old Jordan," argued Billy. "She was a bitch alright, was she was smokin' hot!"

"Now both Lisa and Jordan are ahead of us," complained Gwen. "It's getting really hard to wait until I get my MD before we start a family."

"But wait, you will," insisted Paula. "I want you and Kate both to have a ring on your finger before you have our grandkids. We've dropped all of the other requirements about sleeping with boyfriends for all four of you girls, counting Jordan, so please follow Lisa's and Jordan's good examples and have the wedding before the baptism."

"We have to find out if we're sexually compatible," responded Gwen. "The honeymoon is the wrong time for nasty surprises."

"Really? How can you possibly suggest there's any doubt after what we saw and heard a short while ago?" demanded Paula. "If you two were any more compatible, you'd burst into flames from spontaneous combustion or something."

"Is that a compliment? Or was it meant as a warning?" asked Steve with a straight face.

"I think that Jared and I will call it a day, after we stop and see Cheryl. I have superiors that are interested in any photographs or videos of today's attack. They want me to deliver a memory stick rather than try to send anything over the internet. For some reason, governments don't think that all internet transmissions will reach their intended target. Steve's trip to Iraq drove that point home."

"Thank God Cheryl wasn't with us when we walked in on Gwen and Steve," chuckled Charlotte. "I don't know it would've increased her crush on Steve, or frightened her to death."

"I've been thinking about that eye patch of yours, Gwen. How about we find some red cloth and make it a red patch," suggested Stephanie. "Lots of pirates and some others wear black ones, but the 'Lady in Red' should wear a red patch. We'll get several different shades of red so we can match your different outfits."

The next day, the group traveled to the future location of the new hospital. It had taken some effort to get the Russian government to agree to the site chosen by Lady in Red Productions. It was in a poorer part of Moscow. Lady in Red Productions was able to acquire two old warehouses that covered a block and a half of the city. The Russians had tried their best to get Lady in Red Productions to purchase property in an upper class neighborhood. Coincidently, friends of President Novokov were willing to sell the land, but at a rather inflated price.

"It wasn't easy, but Steve finally explained that we'd build the hospital here or not at all," stated Jordan as she told the others the story of the difficult purchase of the property. "The reality is that the Russian government can make some sort of claim that the hospital is important to the national interests of Russia and assume possession of it at any time. We aren't going into this venture with rose colored glasses. As long as we're able to operate it, we'll help people all that we can. That's our only long term plan here." 

Television, internet, and newsprint reporters formed a large group as they waited for the ceremony. The attack on Novokov's son at his wedding was the big news story of the day. Information on the attack was sketchy, at best. Novokov had announced the prior evening that both Vlad and Anna were expected to recover from injuries received, but didn't elaborate on his son's condition or the attack in any way.

Shortly before the ground breaking ceremony was scheduled to begin, a procession of black limousines pulled up at the site. Numerous military suddenly appeared on the nearby streets and on roof tops in the area. No one emerged from the vehicles for several minutes. Finally, the drivers stepped out and opened the limo doors for the occupants. 

"They've really stepped up security for Novokov," observed Jason. "I heard today that he and his wife were supposed to be at the wedding party's reception yesterday, but he had to attend to some international situation and was running late. It would have been a lot worse if Novokov was injured or killed."

President Novokov led his wife to the area where the ground breaking was to be held. Cameras rolled as Mrs. Novokov walked directly up to Steve and hugged him tightly.

"This young American helped save my son's life. He fought like a true warrior against the cowardly jackals that attacked my son and his wife. My husband and I are personally indebted to him. We wish him a speedy recovery from the injuries he sustained in the attack and his defense of innocent victims," declared Mrs. Novokov to the many reporters in her native Russian.

Then she let go of Steve and moved to Gwen and embraced her. As the two women hugged, Mrs. Novokov whispered her thanks into Gwen's ear. Then she released Gwen and again turned to the waiting reporters.

"This young American woman saved my son's life. He had been stabbed in the chest, and then had his throat crushed by those savages. Thankfully, Gwen Anderson was able to use her medical training to quickly make an incision in Vlad's throat and insert a simple drinking straw. I've been informed by the doctors caring for Vlad that, without question, this procedure saved his life.

"She did this after defeating a terrorist that had attacked her. She wears a patch over an injured eye, carries a bruising around the other eye, and stitches in her arm from a knife attack. After suffering these injuries, she still knelt by my dying son and saved his life! 

"Now we are here to break ground for a new hospital for the people of Moscow, especially the children. These wonderful people beside me represent the good that still exists in the world. They are donating their money, their talent, and their time to help others. This type of message is so much stronger and more effective than terror and death. They offer good health and life. That is the path to lasting peace.

"Thank you for listening to a worried, but much relieved mother. I apologize if I spoke out of turn, or said something wrong, but it was all from my heart," concluded Novokov's wife as she wiped tears from her eyes.

Without thinking Gwen once again gathered the woman into her arms and hugged her tightly. Then the two women turned to the reporters and smiled with tears trickling down their cheeks as they held hands.

President Novokov stepped closer to Steve and shook his hand firmly. Then her hugged Gwen and kissed both of her cheeks. He proceeded to hug Kate, Lisa, Jordan, and Paula before shaking hands with Jason, Chip, Charlie and Ted.

"We have been asked to not linger here too long this afternoon, "stated Novokov to the assembled reporters and public. "I can only reaffirm what my wife just stated so eloquently. Efforts like this hospital by private industry should be more common. Sadly, and regardless of nationality, companies always look for more profit, rather than helping the very people that make them a success. I hope that Lady in Red Productions' generosity and humanity encourages others to perform similar acts of kindness."

Novokov then stepped back from the microphones and gestured to Steve and Gwen that it was their turn to speak. Gwen stepped forward and addressed the gathering in Russian.

"My friends, family, and I are delighted to be here this afternoon," began Gwen as cameras constantly whirred and clicked. "Jordan, Charlie, Kate, and Lisa were behind Steve totally when he called to explain that he had agreed to build a hospital here. That's the kind of people I surround myself with. They're generous, caring, talented, and supportive.

"We want to thank Mr. and Mrs. Novokov for their kind words. We wish Vlad and Anna complete recoveries and a long and blessed marriage. Our hearts go out to the families and friends of those seriously injured or killed in yesterday's terrorism. We are thinking of them in this difficult time.

"Finally, I want to publicly thank Steve for saving my life yesterday. Make no mistake about it; his courage and skill were the difference in that battle. He's the reason I'm able to stand here today. I love him dearly and I'll spend the rest of my life showing him just how much."

Television, internet news, and entertainment sites played Gwen's speech constantly. Gwen Anderson had delivered a speech in Russian the day after an attack that nearly cost her life. She had a very black eye and wore a red patch over the other one. She still looked beautiful, but very different. Photos of her bruised face were on newspapers around the world, as well as the story of how she calmly saved the life of the Russian president's son.

It was huge news back in the U.S., especially since she had so recently gone through a hearing before the ethics committee. Barely a week later, she was involved in a fight for her life and then managed to save the son of one of the most powerful men in the world. No one in the Senate or the House had offered anything but praise, and even awe, for the actions of Gwen and Steve. 

No one was more thrilled than Cynthia Rosen. With Moscow time a full seven hours ahead of the east coast, she watched the morning news with great interest. She listened to Mrs. Novokov speak in glowing terms about how the young Americans had saved her son's life. 

The account of the terrorist attack was beginning to take shape. Steve Hammer had apparently suffered some injuries as he fought the attackers. Even Gwen had bruises, cuts, and was now wearing an eye patch. It was becoming very obvious that the couple had been involved in the attack and had made an excellent accounting of themselves. Their international sphere of influence was increasing quite rapidly, and they had made a point the previous week of telling America that Vincent Rosen was their friend! 

Vincent's poll numbers had jumped after he appeared at the rally with Steve and Gwen. He had won two primaries in the week that had just passed and he was increasing his lead in the polls in several other states with approaching primaries. It was beginning to fall together and Cynthia Rosen had no doubt that being seen as friends of Gwen and Steve had greatly improved the public's perception of his candidacy.

Vincent was scheduled to appear on a Sunday morning talk show and Cynthia made a mental note to remind him to mention how proud he was of the actions of his friends, Gwen and Steve, in the recent Russian terrorist attack. 

Amber Stahl was also up early. She had a weekly Sunday morning news program from Washington. She attempted making phone calls to Gwen and Steve to ask if they would appear on her show via satellite. She was frustrated that none of her calls were answered. Finally, in desperation, she called Paula Anderson, who answered on the second ring.

Amber made her request for Steve and Gwen to appear on her program, which was still three hours from broadcast. She mentioned that she was unable to reach Gwen or Steve. Paula explained that they had not had their phones returned yet, but she would have them contact Amber as soon as possible.

A short time later, Gwen called Amber and the interview was scheduled. Vincent Rosen was told that he'd lose some air time on Amber's program because Gwen and Steve had agreed to appear via satellite from Moscow. He and Cynthia were delighted. Once again, people would have reason to associate Vincent Rosen with Gwen Anderson and Steve Hammer.

Amber's interview with Gwen and Steve only ran for a few minutes, but it was quite informative. When Amber first introduced the couple, viewers had their first close-up look at their faces. Gwen's red eye-patch matched her dress perfectly. The other eye was blackened and sore looking. Gwen's sleeveless dress revealed a bandage covering her upper left arm.

Steve also sported a very dark shiner along with a purplish knot on his forehead. His left arm below the elbow was covered in bandages. Amber began the interview with the obvious.

"Gwen and Steve, can you tell us how you're feeling? It's readily apparent that you've been involved in an altercation. How is your eye, Gwen? How badly were you two injured in the attack?"

"We're doing fine," replied Gwen seriously. "My eye was gouged a bit but the patch is simply a precaution. I have to put drops in it several times a day and avoid light for a week or so. It's already feeling much better. 

"Steve and I both received cuts from knife wielding terrorists that required stitches, but the doctors here did an excellent job and it's quite likely that there will be minimal scarring, if any at all."

"Can you tell us what exactly happened in that banquet room yesterday?" asked Amber.

"Without being too graphic, I can tell you that the wedding party was suddenly attacked by what we all thought was the wait staff. They had been closely searched for weapons, so they utilized the cutlery available with the food as weapons. It was an extremely vicious and bloody few minutes. I think there were ten terrorists and all but one was killed in the attack. 

"Sadly, four members of the wedding party, two groomsmen and two bridesmaids were killed. All of the rest received injuries during the fray. As everyone is aware, Steve is a U.S. Navy SEAL and is trained in hand-to-hand combat. Let me simply say that his skill and training saved the day, as well as my life."

"Mrs. Novokov praised you for saving her son's life with an emergency tracheotomy, which you performed after you had been injured in the attack. That demonstrates incredible concentration and discipline. Were you at all concerned about not getting it right? You were, after all, performing emergency surgery on the son of the president of Russia."

"It was a procedure I have assisted with in my medical school training. It was also Vlad's only chance to survive. I simply did what I've been training to do for the past three years," replied Gwen modestly.

"Steve, you're very quiet today. Gwen has alluded to you having to use your skill set as a Navy SEAL. Only one terrorist survived the attack. Can you tell us about your part in the struggle?"

"We were attacked by men, and women, many of whom were using carving knives as weapons. It was a bloody, extremely unpleasant situation. It was a battle to the death. It isn't something I care to go into detail. Gwen and I were in extreme danger, as were other innocent people. We were fortunate to emerge with relatively minor wounds. Gwen and I both relied on our training yesterday, as different as that may be.

"I will say this. Gwen was extremely cool under a great deal of pressure," added Steve. "She'll be a great doctor!"

"Changing gears slightly, Vincent Rosen, who will be appearing on this program next, won two primaries last week while you were in Russia. Many political observers think that when you so publicly thanked him for supporting you in the ethics hearing, his candidacy received a huge boost. Are you supporting him for president?"

"Gwen and I consider Secretary Rosen and his wife, Cynthia, to be good friends," replied Steve when Gwen looked to him. "There are several fine people running for the office and certainly Vince Rosen is to be counted as one of them. We are not supporting anyone for president at this time, but by the same token, we have no doubt that Secretary Rosen would make a very capable president."

"That's a close to an endorsement as you can get without actually making one," observed Amber. "Gwen, will you be adhering to your schedule and leave for Ukraine tomorrow. I have heard that you may attend memorial services for those slain in yesterday's attack."

"Our group will stay in Russia an extra day. We'll be attending the memorial service for those unfortunate victims of the recent terrorist attack tomorrow. We'll land in Kiev sometime Tuesday and prepare for the dedication of the new hospital and our concert. They're still scheduled for Saturday," revealed Gwen.

"I have one last question for you both. This latest incident, coupled with your triumph at the ethics hearing, your building of new hospitals and funding them, your success in films and music, and the fast response your company has shown for assisting in disasters have all combined to create an incredible amount of favorable publicity for your company, and especially for you two. Many people consider you to be the most powerful couple in the world. How do you feel about that power, as well as the responsibility?"

Gwen again glanced at Steve to see him nod at her to handle the question. "We really don't think much about things like that. We're a couple, but we're also part of a team. My parents, sisters, family, friends, and Steve's grandparents are our support group. The millions of regular people that work, pay taxes, obey the laws of the land and volunteer to help with little league baseball, football, hockey, Girl Scouts, Boy Scouts, libraries, churches, and charities are all heroes in our book. We're simply trying to help and encourage them to keep on doing the right things. 

"We're doing what we love and we're making money doing it. But what responsibilities go with success and fame? We have more than enough money to last us the rest of our lives. But we don't have enough to build hospitals around the world. We don't have enough to assure every person that wants a decent paying job that they can have one. We don't have enough to fund a cure for the diseases that claim so many lives every year. We'll continue to work to raise money to achieve as many of our goals as we can. I think that people respond to that, so any influence that Steve and I may have is because we're trying so hard to help those that need it. The more we give, the more everyone gives back to us. It's that simple."

"What a great way of putting things in perspective," praised Amber. "Thanks for taking the time to be with us today and stay safe on your journey."

The next day saw Gwen and Steve, along with the other Lady in Red Productions' owners and family attend a memorial service for those that had died in the attack the previous Saturday. Representatives of many nations attended the service held in St. Basil's Cathedral. In a departure from diplomatic protocol, Gwen and Steve sat next to President Novokov and his wife.




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As the memorial neared the conclusion, Gwen and Steve were asked to speak. They each spoke briefly about their personal grief the attacks caused.

"I don't know if it's appropriate in Russia at memorial services, but we think it should be, if it isn't," stated Gwen near the end of her statement. "I'd like to ask Jordan and Charlie Burns to come up and help us.

As she spoke, Jordan and Charlie rose and made their way to the front of the church as Steve and Gwen waited. Once they reached the altar, Charlie and Jordan took seats at a huge piano that was located off to the side. Gwen placed a microphone in front of her friends and held another to share with Steve.

Jordan and Charlie played the introduction and then Jordan and Gwen began singing 'Bridge over Troubled Waters' in beautiful harmony. Charlie and Steve simply filled in background for them. Once they finished the song, Jordan and Charlie continued playing while Steve joined Gwen in singing the song in Russian. Those attending the memorial were moved to tears long before the song ended.

The two couple then proceeded to use the same formula for 'Let It Be'. By the time they finished the song, Gwen and Jordan had tears streaming down their cheeks and Charlie and Steve were seen rubbing their eyes. The service was broadcast across Russia and the performance by the friends further endeared them to the entire nation.

Mrs. Novokov was shown on screen sobbing into a handkerchief as she embraced both couples when the service was over. Many of the representatives from other countries stood in line to speak to the four friends. 

Senator Chatham sat in the Oval Office with President Hanson as they watched the televised proceedings in Moscow. "Mr. President, I'm not telling you anything you don't already know, but those kids are far and away America's best ambassadors to any place on the globe. Can you imagine any other couple managing what those two did during that attack? Steve was unarmed and took out five terrorists, including the one trying to stab Novokov's son to death. Gwen fought off a crazy woman and then operated successfully to save Novokov's son's life!"

"I haven't heard any complaints about them from Congress lately," chuckled President Hanson. "They never dreamed that Steve would flex his political muscle so strongly when they threatened Gwen. Steve destroyed Simpson and word has it that Clark has wisely decided to not seek another term. Steve's learned to speak the language that Washington understands. They aren't innocent kids anymore. They're beginning to understand both the power they have, and the responsibility that goes with it."

"I know very well that they deliberately lifted Vince Rosen out of the political doldrums. They're going to make him president," predicted Senator Chatham. "That'll put them in a great position to expand their power base. Where will this all end?"

"That's the question, isn't it?" asked Hanson rhetorically. "I don't think there's any ceiling for them right now. They'll manage to achieve whatever goals they may have. I can't see anything stopping them at this point. They'd have to screw something up pretty badly to derail their future."

"Should we be concerned about that kind of power?" asked Chatham. "I can't imagine how much they'll have in fifteen or twenty years, if they manage to stay alive. They seem to live on the edge a lot."

"Concerned or not, don't try to stop them," warned Hanson. "Nothing short of death or a huge miscalculation on their part will bring that train to a halt. I can't think of anyone that I'd rather see have the power their gathering. They're basically very good people. I'd suggest that you remain friendly with them and watch your career soar."

"That's pretty much what I've decided," admitted Chatham. 

Landing in Kiev on Tuesday afternoon, Gwen, Steve, and company were whisked through a gate that was closed to the public at the airport. They boarded a waiting bus and were taken to their hotel. That's when the surprises started.

As the bus pulled up in front of the hotel, hundreds of teen girls stood on the sidewalk cheering and giggling as teen girls do. The surprise was that they were all wearing red eye patches! Looking closer, Gwen noticed that many of them had also darkened around their other eye.

"Are you seeing what I'm seeing?" asked Kate as she stared out the window of the bus. "All of those kids want to look like Gwen, even when she looks like she was hit by this bus. You really have some serious fans here, Sis."

When they exited the bus, Gwen, Jordan, Charlie and Steve, much to the delight of the fans, walked into the crowd and began signing autographs. They spend half an hour shaking hands and answering questions as they signed all sorts of objects handed to them. Steve had to chuckle at one older girl that pulled her arms through the arm holes in her shirt. Soon she produced a bra for Steve to sign. That immediately gave her friend the idea to ask Steve to sign her chest just above her breasts. Steve politely declined, pointing out that there were a large number of younger fans present that did not need to see that type of behavior. 

Once they made their way inside the hotel, Steve once again found Nadiya Mitsko jumping into his arms. "The big, brave American saved more lives? This time in Russia? You and Gwen are legend now! Ukraine is very excited that you will once again 'rock our town'. There are already many tourists and visitors in Kiev in anticipation of your concert.

"Gwen, do you want me to help Steve relax while you get your eye patched or something?" teased Nadiya as Steve's friends broke into laughter.

"Thanks, Nadiya," replied Gwen with an exaggerated frown. "Let me think. Should I allow my boyfriend quiet time with one of the most beautiful, sexiest women he's ever seen. A woman that appears to be seriously in lust with him? Forgive me, but I think not. But thanks for the offer."

With Gwen's response, Nadiya gave her friend a warm hug. "I have been waiting for another chance to kiss Steve and help you two make up. I am beginning to wonder if that opportunity will ever come again."

"I learned my lesson," replied Gwen. "I'm not going to be pushing Steve into any woman's arms, and especially not a beautiful blonde bombshell."

"You have the nicest way of letting me down gently," laughed Nadiya as she began welcoming the other members of the entourage. "Thanks so much for coming, everyone. I especially want to thank Jordan and Charlie for performing with Gwen and Steve Saturday night. This is a very big thing for our country!"

"All of the teen girls have begun wearing eye patches in honor of Gwen's ordeal and her heroism in Moscow. Younger girls are placing patches on their dolls and pretending that they are Gwen. It's so cute," smiled Nadiya.

"Oh, wow!" responded Stephanie as she quickly pulled her cell phone out. "We've been missing a huge opportunity! I'm sending a text back to home to have our people develop some sort of Gwen, Steve, Jordan, Charlie and friends' action figures, dolls, or whatever, that kids can play with. We need these on shelves by Christmas!"

"That's a great idea!" agreed Paula. "I bet they'll be extremely popular."

"I may buy a few if the ones of Gwen are anatomically correct and life size," allowed Billy as Charlotte punched his shoulder.

"Does that mean that you'll retire the blow-up dolls you have now?" asked Jared with a straight face.

"Hell yes!" laughed Billy. "It's a no-brainer!"

"You will not be having any life size dolls of my friend," stated Jordan flatly. "Besides, I was hoping you'd want to collect the 'Jordan' dolls."

"Don't worry about that," replied Billy. "I want the Jordan, Lisa, Kate, Naomi, Becky, Ashley, and Nadiya dolls. Will they have likenesses of the mothers, too?" 

"I don't know if I should slap your face, or give you a hug for that comment," admitted Paula with a blush.

"I want to place the first order for the 'Charlotte' doll," insisted Steve. "That one will be a collector's item."

"Thanks, Steve!" gushed Charlotte as she hugged Steve. "Why wait for the doll when you have the real thing right here? It's obvious that Billy doesn't appreciate what he's got."

"I refuse to allow any dolls with your likeness to be sold! I shudder to think about what these horny, sick puppies would do with one. There'll be no Charlotte dolls," insisted Billy as the others laughed.

Once Nadiya finished greeting the Americans, she turned to Gwen and Steve again. "I want you to meet a special friend. He's a deputy ambassador to Ukraine from Germany. I've been dating him for a little while."

"I'd be glad to meet him!" enthused Gwen. "Maybe I'll be able to trust you around Steve if you have your own boyfriend."

"Don't be that foolish!" laughed Nadiya as she took Gwen's hand and led her to the other side of the lobby.

A tall blonde man stood and moved to greet Nadiya as she approached with her friends. "Hans Mueller, this is Gwen Anderson. The gentleman next to her is Steve Hammer."

Steve liked the man immediately. He was friendly, intelligent, and not overly impressed with Gwen and Steve's fame. Nadiya beamed when she saw how well Steve had accepted him. As the two men chatted, she pulled Gwen a short distance away. 

"Do you think that Steve likes him?" asked Nadiya quite seriously. "I was hoping that he would, but I'm not sure if he's just being nice because Hans is my friend."

"The best way to find out is to ask Steve," replied Gwen as she studied Nadiya's face. "You really like this guy, don't you? Do you think that he might be the one? He's certainly tall and good looking. Be sure to bring him around a lot this week so we all get to know him better. Steve will tell you what he honestly thinks if you ask him. He thinks the world of you and wants you to be happy. If Hans makes you happy, and treats you with the respect that Steve feels you deserve, they'll become good friends."

"Thanks so much, Gwen. You've been a great friend to me. I am ashamed to admit that I had thoughts of winning Steve away from you when we first met. That was before I realized that I never would be able to do that," admitted Nadiya. "You two belong together and everyone can see it."

"I knew how much you liked Steve right from the start," revealed Gwen. "I never blamed you for it. He's something special, but I've finally come to accept that he loves me totally. He'll never abandon me. I don't know if I could drive him away, but I'm sure not going to try. I hope to have a house full of his kids someday!"

"I'm so happy that Hans and Steve are getting along so well," beamed Nadiya. "Would you like to visit the hospital you so generously built for the people of the Ukraine? It is complete and we are preparing for the grand opening Saturday. This is a very exciting time for us Ukrainians."

Later that afternoon, the Americans, along with Hans and Nadiya arrived at the newly constructed hospital. The six owners of Lady in Red Productions had debated for weeks on what to name the hospital. They discussed various clever names, saints' names, famous Ukraine names, and even geographically pertinent names. They finally decided to simply call it 'Lady in Red Children's Hospital of Kiev'.

When they were still a few blocks from the new structure, the group could easily read the name in large letters on the face of the building. 

"Look!" cried Jordan as she pointed out the window of their bus. "It has our company name in huge letters across the front, along with our logo. I've never been so proud of anything before in my life. Can you believe that we built this?" 

"Look at the tears on Gwen's face," pointed out Kate. "I still remember the night she invited us to her room to tell us that she wanted to build a hospital here. I wasn't an owner then, but I sure was proud of you guys!"

As the bus pulled up to the front of the building, the group noticed a couple dozen people gathered in front of the building, a hundred feet away from the entrance. They had blankets, a few chairs, and a few small cots along the wall.

As the Americans stepped off the bus, a very well dressed man rushed up to greet them. His English was excellent, with only a hint of an accent.

"Welcome! I'm Gerard Binak, the hospital administrator. I've gathered the entire staff, including maintenance, IT, and clerical. You're scheduled to address them in half an hour in the auditorium. Everyone's very anxious to meet the famous and very generous Americans!

"Why are those people over there?" asked Gwen as she pointed at the small gathering nearby. She couldn't help but notice the rather poor condition of the clothing and blankets the people had with them. 

"They started lining up yesterday for the opening on Saturday," explained the administrator. "They heard that everyone will be given the best possible care, so naturally the poor people show up first."

"Nadiya, would you please come with me," requested Lisa. "The rest of you go on in and meet with the staff. We'll be in shortly."

Gwen gave her sister a smile and a quick nod before speaking to the Binak. "Lead the way, Sir. We're all very anxious to see what $300 million can buy these days."

The group was very impressed with the first floor of the building, but that was all they had time to see before the meeting with the employees. The auditorium was state of the art, like everything else in the hospital. It was wired for audio and video presentations, with comfortable seats that even reclined.

Gwen, Kate, and Jordan each spoke to the packed room about their expectations for the hospital and how it would benefit the people of Kiev and much of Eastern Europe. As Jordan finished her brief speech, Lisa entered the room and stepped to the podium.

"We need to establish something right here, and right now," stated Lisa firmly as everyone suddenly sat straighter in their seats and many even leaned ahead. "The sole purpose of this hospital is to treat the sick and injured people that come to its doors. That means every last one of them. No patient receives less than total respect and attention. 

"If there is ever any doubt about the treatment, always do the best for the patient, regardless of cost. I want to be very clear here. If we receive any complaints that anyone connected with this facility did less than their absolute best for a patient, there will be an inquiry. If the complaint has merit, people will be fired.

"At this moment, we have an even dozen very ill children waiting with their parents outside the doors. These parents intend to wait until Saturday to get their children treated as soon as the doors open. Those doors will open in ten minutes, not in a few days! We are opening for business right now! I want everyone to report to their stations and be prepared to treat anyone in need. If that's a problem with that directive, come up and see me or one of the other owners immediately."

"But we didn't plan to open until Saturday," protested the administrator. "If patients are allowed in now, there will be people and equipment in the way when we have the grand opening. It would go much smoother without these dirty, poor people cluttering up this beautiful building." 

"That will NO longer be your problem!" snapped Lisa. "You're fired! I've spoken to security and they'll be waiting at your office. You're allowed to take personal property, but nothing belonging to the hospital."

"You can't fire me!" protested the shocked man. "My cousin is the mayor! He'll shut this place down before it even opens. You can't just waltz into our city and take over. I don't take orders from you, or any other stupid cunt..."

That was as far as the man got before Jason had him by the throat and pinned to a wall. "You never speak to a lady like that, and certainly not to my wife," snarled Jason as he shook the man like a dog would a rat.

"Get him out of here," demanded Lisa. "Jason, you stay next to me. I don't want you getting into trouble. Nadiya, can you get the mayor's phone number for me?"

"You are in luck," chuckled Nadiya. "He is one of my phone contacts. I will call him right now and give you the phone. He speaks English quite well. I do not believe he will be backing up his relative's boast."

Nadiya spoke briefly into her phone and then handed it to Lisa. The conversation was short and very much to Lisa's liking. As she handed the phone back to Nadiya, she spoke to her group.

"Mayor Plusko assured me that his 'second cousin, through marriage' was not speaking for the city, or the Mayor's office. He apologized for Binak's behavior and asked that we not allow it to cloud our opinions of his city and its appreciation of our efforts."

"My God, Lisa!" managed Kate once Lisa finished speaking. "You tore that guy apart. He had it coming, though, if he had sick children waiting days for the hospital to open. That was pretty lousy, to say the least."

"Thanks for setting him straight," added Jordan. "When Gwen asked about the people waiting by the wall, I had a bad feeling about it. Then that pompous ass dismissed them as unimportant! I never saw that tough side of you before. I'm impressed."

"My job is to run everything that isn't part of the entertainment portion of Lady in Red Productions, more or less. You guys work so hard to earn all that money to help these kids that I feel like I'm not pulling my weight at times. I knew Gwen was upset, but it shouldn't be up to her to do everything," reasoned Lisa. "I could tell she was troubled and I knew why. I felt it was my job, so I did it."

"You were great!" praised Gwen. "I was stewing about what to do when you indicated that I should attend the meeting and let you handle the situation. I'm really proud of you, and not just for taking the lead. You have a complete understanding of what we're trying to do with these hospitals. It isn't about good press and winning public opinion. It's about doing the right thing, especially for the less fortunate."

"All I could think about was how I'd feel if Theresa was sick and I had to wait days for a hospital to open so she could be cared for properly. No parent should have to do that and no child should suffer that way," insisted Lisa. 

"You probably didn't notice the looks of approval from the doctors, nurses, and other staff members when you reamed out that asshole," reported Billy. "Hey, I made a joke! Anyway, they were grinning and nodding when Lisa sent Numb-Nuts packing. I have the feeling he wasn't very well liked here."

"You really have a way with words," observed Charlotte drily. "Reaming out assholes and numb-nuts? I never realized you were an English major."

"I speak the universal language of 'macho men'. All the guys understood me perfectly, and so did you," pointed out Billy. "I call 'em like I see 'em." 

The group spent the rest of the day touring the entire facility. They tried to speak with everyone connected in any way with the hospital. Many of the staff members thanked Lisa for ridding them of Binak. He was held in contempt by almost everyone.

Gwen and Charlotte spent a lot of time with the patients, as well as their parents. Nadiya translated for them as each and every parent expressed their gratitude. They had difficulty believing that their children were being treated in a facility so superior to anything that had ever seen before. 

Later that evening as the tired group was bused back to their hotel, Gwen spoke with obvious emotion to her friends. "That hospital is the finest thing I've ever been associated with, other than you people here with me right now. We've given those children hope. Their parents finally have hope. We gave that to them. They were trying to thank us for giving their children a chance to live beyond the next few days. Can you imagine what they were feeling as they waited on the street with their suffering kids this morning? Lisa, you probably saved some of their lives when you demanded they be treated immediately."




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"It wasn't me. You guys built the hospital! And it's incredible! I'm very proud of my three sisters, Charlie, and Steve. It's got to be one of the best hospitals in the world," praised Lisa.

"I think I've solved our immediate problem created when I gave that ass, Binak, the boot today," added Lisa. "Nadiya has agreed to serve as the administrator of the hospital temporarily. That'll give us time to either find someone else for the job, or talk her into doing it fulltime."

"After everything Lady in Red has done for Kiev, how could I refuse? You do realize that not very many women in Ukraine have important positions. There may be complaints from some men that don't like the thought of women doing men's work," added Nadiya.

Steve had been silent during most of the conversation. He seldom spoke if he didn't have something to say. He decided to join in.

"I don't think many men want to test Lisa's resolve in the matter, but if anyone challenges your authority or ability, Lisa, feel free to give them my number. I'll be glad to set them straight, but somehow, I think Jason will be all the support you need. I still chuckle when I remember how he shook that little toad around."

Ted also decided to voice his opinion. "I was pretty upset about what he called Lisa, but I didn't even have time to consider doing something about it before Jason had him by the throat. That's the sort of thing I was thinking of when I gave you 'the talk', as it's now known," laughed Ted. "You did exactly what you needed to do. I'm proud to have you in the family.

Gwen spent the next few days visiting at the hospital when she wasn't rehearsing for the big concert. Charlotte was her constant companion as they familiarized themselves with the hospital, the staff, and employees. Since they were finishing up their third year of medical school, they were extremely interested in all aspects of operation of a large, modern hospital.

The time in Kiev seemed to fly by for the Americans as they were warmly welcomed everywhere they went. Saturday found them at the hospital early to greet and mingle with those that came to tour the new facility. Gwen, Jordan, Lisa, Kate, and their friends made extra efforts to make those guests that obviously had less material wealth feel welcome. 

They were often seen hugging ragged children and their parents, taking them on tours, and always ending up in the cafeteria where an ice cream bar was set up. They were sending a message to the staff that every child was important and would be treated with love and respect. By late afternoon, the hospital staff had seen enough to know that it was no act. Most of them felt relief to be able to give care to patients without concern for social or financial status. 

Kate and Chip had disappeared for an hour before noon. When they returned they had dozens of gift cards for a local department store. They delighted in handing them out to the children and their parents and watching the surprise and joy in their faces.

The ceremony to officially open the hospital went very well. When Nadiya was introduced as the administrator of the hospital, the applause and cheers were loud and long. Lisa knew then that she had made a good choice in asking her to take over the job.

As the clock approached seven, Gwen and Jordan led the band onto the stage, which was once again set up at Independence Square. The crowd was even larger than the one that attended the first concert years prior. 

With her performance in the last Washington concert, Gwen had shown the band that they had not been leaving everything on the stage. Jordan, Steve, and Charlie, had to step their efforts up a notch to keep up with her. When they had performed in Moscow, all four remembered the intensity they had felt in D.C. and worked to maintain it for the fans in Russia.

Now they were determined to deliver the best possible performance to the cheering crowd in Kiev. The driving drum beat of the always popular 'We Will Rock You' began as Gwen strutted around the stage waving to the huge crowd as they cheered and screamed her name. Many of the females in attendance wore red eye patches and cheered especially long and hard for their heroic female role model. She was the woman that fought and defeated a crazed terrorist with her bare hands and then proceeded to operat on a man to save his life, all within a couple minutes time!

Gwen was once again pumped as she saw the sea of red patches and realized they were meant as support of her actions in Moscow. Her performance reflected her emotions right from the start. They had barely begun when Charlie caught Steve's eyes and rolled his own, as if to say 'here we go again'!

Because Gwen's recording of Joan Jett's 'Hate Myself for Loving You' had been so popular in Eastern Europe, the band moved into that song as soon as they finished 'We Are the Champions' and the crowd loved it. Gwen looked incredible in a red leather bustier and short leather skirt and a red leather patch over her eye. 

She played to the crowd as she sang and gyrated to the music, always moving around the stage, and singing the song better than she ever had before. Steve and Charlie pranced in back of her as they made their guitars practically scream the chords out. The driving beat and Gwen's great performance had the fans cheering and yelling as many of them danced and shimmied while they voiced their approval.

Four hours later, the last song was sung and the tired crowd began to filter out of the square. Jordan, Gwen, Charlie, and Steve joined their group at their hotel for a late dinner, but it was obvious to everyone that they were exhausted.

"You guys have given some great shows, but I think you may have just delivered your best ever," stated Naomi to her friends. "The fans were really into your songs and you seemed extra emotional tonight. It was something to watch."

"I'm hearing that the pay-per-view ratings were record setting, which is really amazing considering you started the show before noon in most of the U.S.," reported Stephanie. "The internet is buzzing about the concert. The eye patch thing is becoming a worldwide fashion statement, if you can imagine that. Gwen's supposed to be able to stop wearing it Monday, but she may have to leave it on forever so her fans aren't disappointed."

"Sorry about that," chuckled Gwen. "My eye is doing much better and the patch will be gone in a couple of days. Everyone's going to have to find a new craze and hopefully, it won't involve me, bandages, and pain."

Sunday morning found Nadiya and Hans joining everyone for breakfast before they traveled to the airport for the trip home. "The media loved the concert! They are raving about how the best performers in the world came to Kiev to give us a free concert, and how much it means to our city and country. Your incredible acts of kindness and generosity have inspired our nation. We have a better sense of self worth and pride. I can feel it when I speak to people. Thank you so much for all you have done, and for being my friends."

Soon everyone was hugging Nadiya as they said their goodbyes. Steve didn't escape without a rousing kiss from the gorgeous blonde and a warm handshake from Hans. 

On the way to the airport, Cheryl smiled as she observed, "This has been the most amazing trip of my life, by a mile! I saw three super concerts in three capital cities, a Russian wedding, a terrorist attack, an asshole being reamed, and a beautiful new hospital opening its doors early because some children desperately needed care. I didn't get to see Gwen's eye roll back into her head, but I heard about it from Stephanie. 

"I can't wait to report all of this at a school assembly. Everyone's going to be so impressed with so many incredible stories, and they're all true!"

"If you tell about my eye rolling back, your next assembly will be in Siberia," warned Gwen. "I think it was all greatly exaggerated anyway."

"I don't think it was," offered Billy. "Charlotte's been after me to make her scream, roll her eyes, and then pass out. She didn't make that stuff up. Besides, there were enough 'eye patch witnesses' there to verify the veracity of the story. And has anyone else noticed how all of the ladies have been looking at Steve lately? Once again, he's added to the legend!" 

It was a tired, but happy group of travelers that landed in Sparta ten hours later. Because of the time difference, it was mid afternoon. The travelers climbed into several helicopters to return to Sparta. 

Gwen was surprised when the choppers put down near the high school rather than near their new homes in Asgard, as they now called their estate.

Once they landed and moved away from the landing zone, the choppers lifted off and locals began pouring across the field to welcome the travelers home. Gwen was surprised to see that many of the girls wore red eye patches over one eye. She turned to point it out to her sisters and friends, but then suddenly stopped in her tracks. Every last one of them, including Beatrice Patterson, stood smiling at her with one eye covered by a red patch!



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Gwen's surprise at her friends' practical joke was total. As she stood looking at her family with her mouth open, Steve hugged her shoulders to him and whispered in her ear.

"This was Lisa's idea. She had the patches waiting for her on the helicopters and passed them out when you weren't looking. Are you going to be able to laugh this off?"

"Are you kidding? They got me good! I love them even more for making the effort to set me up like this. We need friends and relatives that treat us this way. We keep being asked about all the power and influence we have, and it worries me," admitted Gwen. "If it's true, we have to stay grounded and always try to do the right thing. These friends and relatives are doing their best to keep us from getting swelled heads and becoming prima donnas. I love them all dearly."

"Good, because Billy's family is sponsoring a welcome home party for us, right now. A lot of our friends and neighbors will be stopping in to see Congresswoman Anderson, the woman that saved Vlad Novokov's life, performed in three of the best attended concerts ever, built a hospital, broke ground for another and..."

"Okay! I was there. You, Jordan, Charlie, and quite a few others had a great deal to do with those accomplishments. You always try to credit all of your successes to others. I remember everything very well, especially when you saved me from that knife wielding terrorist. Look how many people are here to welcome us! It was a great trip, but it's always so good to get back home."

"Let's get over to Billy's restaurant and shake some hands, and eat some steak," suggested Steve. "It's also a party to congratulate Jordan and Charlie on their family addition. Let's start working our way over there."

It took a while for Gwen, Steve, Jordan, and Charlie to reach the cars waiting for them. They were surrounded by neighbors, friends, and well wishers. The entire group was warmly welcomed, and closely questioned about Russia and the attack. Steve and Gwen were at the center of the crowd's curiosity.

"Everyone!" called Billy loudly. "There's a reception at our restaurant for our famous friends. There's a huge buffet and it's free, so please let's get to our cars and we'll see you there. These guys can answer questions better when their stomachs aren't growling."

When they reached Marsh's Landing, there was a large banner over the door congratulating Jordan and Charlie. Inside Gwen immediately noticed that Billy's father had already framed some new photographs from the trip and hung them up. The one taken of the Cheryl, Steve and Gwen as they left the scene of the attack covered a large portion of the wall. Gwen was able to see her blood shot eye, the bruising around her other eye, and the blood on her arms, hands, and torso, along with what Gwen had to admit was some pretty impressive cleavage.

Cheryl looked frightened, but seemed fairly calm, while Steve was something else again. He looked amazing with his shirt all but gone and bloody lines crossing his hard abs. His eyes were extremely intense as he seemed to stare at the camera. He also had blood running down one forearm and dripping off his hand, and bruising around one eye. His good arm was placed protectively over Gwen's shoulder.

There were also several pictures of the huge crowds that attended each of their concerts, along with several of the friends as they performed for the mass of humanity in attendance. Those pictures were bunched on the wall under the heading 'The World Capital Tour'. Finally, there was a photo of the new hospital in Kiev with the Lady in Red name and logo prominently displayed.

The entourage had managed some sleep on the flight back, so they were all able to remain sharp and respond to the many questions their friends and neighbors had for them. Cheryl brought her parents over to speak to Gwen and Steve. 

"We were petrified when we heard about the attack, but your people called us almost immediately to let us know that Cheryl was okay. She can't stop talking about how brave you both were. It's all so hard to imagine, but Cheryl was there and saw it all, so we know it's true," added Mrs. Baxter. "Thanks so much for taking her along, and for keeping her from harm's way. Now she's in a picture on Marsh's wall of fame! We're very proud of her, and of you, Jordan and Charlie for making Sparta a well known, thriving community."

Steve was surprised when Senator Chatham suddenly appeared in front of Gwen and him. "I'll be back in Washington and in your office Monday morning," promised Steve. "You didn't have to fly out here to check on me."

"That's why I'm here," responded Senator Chatham. "First let me congratulate you both on some excellent work under incredibly difficult circumstances. I saw the video of the attack and you both responded quickly and very effectively. President Hanson was quite proud of you both.

Now for the bad news. Two days ago, North Korea captured five Americans that had been sailing well off their coast until a bad storm disabled their boat. It caused them to drift into North Korean waters where they were picked up by their navy. We've demanded their release, but you know how unpredictable Jong can be. He won't even discuss freeing them."

"I have a bad feeling about where this is going," interrupted Gwen hotly. "Steve will not be traded for any person or group, for any reason! It's unethical and immoral to even ask him. He will not be used as chattel in some trade with the Koreans!" 

"I couldn't agree more," responded Senator Chatham. "That will not be happening. I promise you that. However, Jong wants to discuss the release of Hampton Duval's family with Steve. He says that Steve is the only one he'll speak with on the matter. We're leaving Monday morning for North Korea."

"We're not talking about Captain Hampton Duval, are we," asked Steve with obvious concern. 

"The same," replied Senator Chatham. "He was an instructor at the Academy while you were there. You were in some of his classes. You obviously remember him."

"Yeah. I even met his wife and kids a couple of times. They always came to our football games and even some of the practices. His son, Hampton, Jr. must be around twenty now. He was headed for Princeton, if I remember correctly. The two girls would be a few years younger. He loved sailing and he was really good at it. I went out on the Potomac with him a couple of times. He knows his stuff."

"The Koreans are suggesting that he was spying on them since he's an officer in the Navy and was out of uniform, if you can imagine that. They were on a three month family vacation. They just had some bad luck. Regardless, your Navy friends want him and his family back pretty badly. You know how they look after their own. Anything less than their safe return will not be looked upon kindly by the U.S. government," worried Senator Chatham.

"What do they expect Steve to do? The last time he went on one of these trips, we wound up dragging his broken body out of a cave a few days after a nut job tried to cut off his head!" interjected Gwen with passion. "Never think he'll go through that again. He's promised me and he always keeps his word."

"Gwen, I repeat what I said earlier. Steve will not be used to barter with the Koreans. But if he's the only one they'll talk to, so we need to set up the meeting. We owe it to the Duval family," replied Senator Chatham calmly as she secretly admired the fire the younger woman displayed for her man.

"I'll be okay, Gwen. I gave you my promise and I'll keep it, along with my head, thank you. I'm curious about why Jong wants to see me, but if it'll help Captain Duval, I'll gladly do all I can."

"As I said, we're leaving early Monday morning for North Korea. You've had some time off, although it didn't appear to be relaxing or restful," chuckled Senator Chatham. "There's something else I need to discuss with you.

"The Secretary of the Navy is concerned about morale on some of our aircraft carriers. It seems that they won't be coming home from the Mideast for a while. He's dreading the reaction when the crews are told it's going to be a few more months, at least.  

"He's uncertain about being able to order you to perform for the crew, so he wants me to ask if you'd consider doing it. He feels it would help offset the disappointment the crew's going to feel. Here's the kicker. He wants you to perform on the Teddy Roosevelt on July 3rd, and then fly to the Nimitz for another show on July 4th. He'd very much appreciate it. It would mean that you could get much of the summer off to do your film" promised Chatham as she waited for Steve's reaction.

"Senator, I usually perform with my friends on Independence Day, but I sure can't refuse this request. The others will do fine without me. I just hold them back, anyway. I'll ask Charlie to line up a band I can take with me. I don't know how well the crew will enjoy my efforts, but I'll do my best. Have any ideas about who I should try to get to go with me Gwen? I don't want to take any of the guys that'll be playing for you, Jordan, and Charlie."

"I have a few ideas, but let me ask, Jordan and Charlie and see what they think," replied Gwen as she waved her two friends over.

"Steve has practically been ordered to perform for the crews of the Nimitz and the Teddy Roosevelt on July3rd and July 4th. He's wondering where he'll get a band to play with him," stated Gwen matter-of-factly.

"Wow! I've always wanted to get a ride on one of those big boats!" bubbled Jordan. "I just hope I don't get morning sea sickness. I bet that's pretty unpleasant."

"I'll tell the guys to plan on spending the holiday in the Mideast," grinned Charlie. "We'll give those sailors the show of their lives!"

"It looks like your problem is solved, or don't you want Jordan, Charlie, and me to go with you?" teased Gwen.

"Are you kidding? I'd love it, but I hated to ask you to give up your holiday," responded a delighted Steve. "I do worry about the reaction you and Jordan will create onboard those ships. Those guys will be way over the top when they see you two walking around the deck. Would the Secretary mind if Gwen, Jordan, and Charlie came along, and we brought the band?"

"I think that was Secretary Gordon's hope all along," smiled Senator Chatham. "He knew he could squeeze you a little since you're already in the Navy, but he was worried about asking your friends."

"Would you happen to have his contact information?" asked Gwen. "I'd like to speak with him."

"I can't give you his number, but I'm supposed to call him to report whether Steve would perform or not. I'll call him right now, and after I speak with him, I'll give you the phone," promised Chatham as she hit a number on her cell.

"Mr. Secretary, it's all set. He'll perform on the carriers. Yes, and they're all going to be there. I think this will raise everyone's morale. It's a stroke of genius. But there's one thing more. I have a young Congresswoman here that insists she speak to you. Right again! Here she is," finished Chatham as she handed her cell to Gwen.

"Where do you get off trying to force Steve into playing for the crews on these carriers?" demanded Gwen. "He's in the Navy, but I doubt that having to sing to a bunch of forlorn sailors is part of his contract. You should be sorry! From now on, you call me if you want us to help you out by doing a concert or two for the Navy!

"This is a favor to us!" insisted Gwen. "We love these men and women that sacrifice so much for us. If we can work it out, we'll go anyplace, anytime to help out any branch of the military! So now you want me to do some promotions for the Navy? Why didn't you ask me years ago? I'd love to, especially if I can make them with Steve! So we're on the same page? If you even need anything from us, you'll call me and we'll try to work it out, okay?"

Gwen was all smiles as she returned Senator Chatham's phone. "We'll be spending the July 4th holiday on a couple of carriers and I'll be making some of those Navy commercials with Steve while we're there. Jordan, I picked up the feeling that he'd like you and Charlie to make some, too. I wonder why he never asked before."

The foursome returned to mingling with their friends and neighbors. Sparta was extremely proud of its famous citizens and the locals were anxious to let them know exactly that. Gwen, Jordan, Steve, and Charlie were on a first name basis with most of the residents of the town and they greeted them warmly. It always made people proud when they were addressed personally by such successful, famous, and wealthy celebrities. 

Steve watched as a stranger approached Stephanie and engaged her in what appeared to be a private conversation. Steve was certain that he had never seen the man before. He wasn't surprised when Stephanie led him over to speak with the four friends.

"This is James Hawthorne. He flew in from Britain last night. He's with the World Health Organization and he'd like to speak with you guys. James, this is Gwen, Jordan, Charlie, and Steve. 

"What can we do for you, Mr. Hawthorne?" asked Gwen as she shook his hand.

"You're obviously familiar with our organization and how we work to eradicate certain communicable diseases around the world through free vaccinations. We rely a great deal on donations from countries, private enterprise, and the public to fund our efforts. We're trying to assure that every child is vaccinated against as many diseases as possible. 

"To that end, we're trying to schedule an international telethon originating in London. I've been sent here to ask you to perform in London at the telethon. It's our belief that your appearance would greatly increase the donations."

"How many acts will be appearing and how long will you want us to perform?" asked Charlie curiously.

"Honestly, we felt that we'd start at the top and work our way down. How long would you be willing to perform? We'd work any other bands, singers, and guests around your schedule. We'll broadcast for twelve hours. We'd want you to appear when the audience would potentially be the largest, which we believe would center around five o'clock London time. That would allow most of Europe the ability to watch before midnight, and all of the United States should be awake and able to tune in as well."

"When would this take place and what's the most amount of time you'd allow us?" asked Jordan.

"You can have the entire twelve hours if you want it. We're setting it up for Saturday, June 28th. As I said, you'd be the stars that draw the audience, so we'll work to accommodate you any way we can."

"What do you say guys?" asked Jordan as she looked at the other three. "It's for a good cause. Should we do four hours? Now that I'm pregnant, I find myself a lot more concerned about the health and safety of all children."

"I think four hours would be fair. If we tried for any more, we'd be tired and our performance would suffer," agreed Gwen. 

"I have to speak with Senator Chatham to be sure I can go. She owns my soul at the moment. But I expect she'll be fine with it. I think we'd like to be on from four to eight PM, London time," added Steve. "What do you think, Charlie? You're the guy we rely on to get everything put together for our gigs."

"Let's do it," replied Charlie. "Now that I'm going to be a father, I feel the same as Jordan does about kids. Let's help as many as we can."

"I can't tell you how pleased this will make everyone at WHO," stated Hawthorne. "When I volunteered for this mission, I was rather nervous. I'd heard that you were all caring people that worked to help less the fortunate, but I feared it was all PR to help promote your many enterprises. Now I find you're very down to earth, caring people that happen to be extremely talented and wealthy."

"I've heard of a James Hawthorne that's an advisor to The Prime Minister," recalled Steve. "Is there any connection?"

"That would be my father," replied the young Brit. "I come from a politically active family. I expect to run for the House of Commons next year. I should be Prime Minister within ten years, or so my family thinks."

"Well, thanks for the invitation. We'll do our very best to help raise some money for your organization," promised Gwen. "I've always wanted to see England and now I will. I can hardly wait!"

Steve and Gwen spent two more hours shaking hands and recounting their experiences in response to the many questions their friends and neighbors constantly posed. They were a very tired couple when they finally made it to bed much later in the evening.

"You be careful in Korea," cautioned Gwen to Steve as she laid her head on his shoulder and quickly fell asleep. 

After a restful Sunday, Steve found himself on a jet headed to North Korea early Monday morning. Senator Mason and several other members of Congress made the trip. Naomi, as an aide to Senator Mason, also made the journey and sat next to Steve on the long flight.

"Look at all of those nosey people that keep looking at us," pointed out Naomi. "They expect us to have sex any minute so they can tell everyone about it."

"Is sitting near me bad for your reputation?" asked a concerned Steve. "I never gave it a thought. I enjoy your company and we were having a good conversation. Would you like me to find a different seat?"

"Are you kidding?" laughed Naomi."I'd be sitting on your lap if I could get away with it. I'm used to people thinking, and even suggesting that I'm having an affair with you. Lots of classmates at the Academy thought we were lovers because we spent so much time together." 

"I think most of them knew the truth, but they were jealous that I was best friends with the best looking girl there. Guys can be as catty and jealous as any woman."

"We are pretty good friends, aren't we?" smiled Naomi as she gave Steve a kiss on his cheek. "I have a great boyfriend and I love Gwen, but sometimes I wonder what things would have been like if I had been a little friendlier back when we were in Cuba," admitted Naomi.

"I know what you mean. You're gorgeous and have an amazing body. If I hadn't fallen in love with Gwen, I'd have chased you all over the place," replied Steve. "But I am in love with Gwen and I'm totally committed to her, so we'll have to be happy with being best friends."

"That'll have to be enough. Besides, Jared is a very good man, and a wonderful lover. I'm not complaining at all. My life has turned out pretty well. Jared, Gwen, and you are the big reasons for that.

"Now, let's try to guess what'll happen when we get to Korea. Jong is known to be a bit off center in his thinking. Why does he insist on speaking with you?" wondered Naomi.

Naomi had the answer to her question the following afternoon when she sat with the American contingent meeting with the North Korean leader. After some brief small talk and introductions, Jong cut to the chase through an interpreter.

"You have travelled here to try to secure the release of the American spies we captured last week," began Jong. "I will release them to you if Lieutenant Hammer can meet our conditions. Are you interested, Lieutenant Hammer?"

"We expect to take the Duvall family back to the states with us, so name your conditions, Sir. If they are reasonable, we will do our best to meet them," responded Steve.

"It's quite simple. I propose a shooting competition between you and our nation's best marksmen," stated Jong. "If you win, you may leave with the American spies."

"I tentatively agree," nodded Steve thoughtfully, "as long as the competition is fair and safe. I'll need to know the details before I can commit, but if it's fair. I'm in."

"Then it is agreed," smiled Jong. "We will meet at our new shooting range tomorrow at noon. For tonight, I want all of you to be my guests at a formal dinner. I am very curious about the movies you make. Perhaps you'd be interested in making a movie here in Pyongyang? We have some excellent locations for a movie. Of course, North Korea could not be portrayed as less than the enlightened nation that it is."




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"We can discuss that at the dinner this evening," replied Steve. "We would not insult your nation in any movie, nor would we allow you, or anyone else the right to control or censor anything we make. You'd have to agree to that up front or there would be nothing further to discuss," insisted Steve.

Jong briefly looked annoyed, but then gave a broad smile. "You are reputed to be very frank, Lieutenant Hammer. I see that it is true. Everyone in this room worries about what I will think or do; everyone, that is, but you. We will dine in two hours."

"What are you doing?" demanded Congressman Kasen from Alabama as soon as the American contingent was away from Jong. "You can't arbitrarily negotiate with Jong. That's why members of Congress are here. We'll handle the discussions."

Steve glanced at Senators Mason and Chatham before he answered. "I didn't see you so much as nod when Jong brought up the subject. Feel free to negotiate with him at dinner tonight. Just don't commit me to anything. I was under the impression that I was here because Jong wanted me here. Was I mistaken? Does he really want to speak with you?"

"You really need to discuss your responses with us before you say anything. We're elected officials and you're just an aide to a senator," replied Kasen. "We're not here to make this into a three ring circus with Wild Bill Hickok and Annie Oakley doing trick shots for the audience."

"As you just pointed out, I'm merely an aide to a senator. I happen to be an aide to Senator Chatham, so I follow her directives," responded an obviously annoyed Steve. "If you have a problem with my participation, take it up with her. I respect your office as well as your constituents, but don't speak to me like I'm one of your lackeys. I do not take orders from you."

"Senator Chatham, I demand that you have your aide disciplined for insubordination. He's been rude and uncooperative, to say the least," insisted Kasen. "He has an inflated view of his role here."

"Congressman Kasen, I don't try to order your people around," snapped Chatham. "I don't appreciate you harassing my aide. He's here to try to gain the release of an American family that strayed into North Korean waters. I really have no idea why you're here, but I suggest that you keep your mouth shut and try to learn something. If you do something stupid and ruin things for that family, I'll see that every TV station in your home district learns about it before you board the flight home. Do we understand each other?"

"Well, yes, but I don't understand why we'd go along with some ridiculous shooting match to free the hostages. What happens if Hammer loses? This is not the way diplomacy works."

"Perhaps you didn't get the memo," responded Chatham coldly. "Jong is bat-shit crazy. If he'll free the Duvals when Steve wins some sort of contest, we'll take a chance with the contest. If he wants to see who has the bigger dick, we'll still let Steve represent the US. I'm trying to spell it out for you. Steve gives us the best chance to gain their release regardless of what type of macho game Jong dreams up."

Representative Kasen was stunned into silence by Chatham's crude remarks. Naomi took the opportunity to interject some humor. "I have to back Senator Chatham on this one. Steve is the guy we want in any sort of competition, especially that kind!"

"Lieutenant Wilson, comments like that are not appropriate for a naval officer," cautioned Senator Mason. "And what makes you so certain, anyway?"

Naomi simply winked and then smiled at Senator Mason. By this time the entire American contingent, with the exception of Congressman Kasen, was laughing heartily.

"This is very serious business, but that doesn't mean we can't enjoy a few laughs," concluded Senator Mason. "I think we've pretty much decided on a course of action, which is to give Steve Hammer the reins and see what he can do with Jong."

"Just don't shoot him by accident, or design," added Chatham. "His number two guy, Kwang Pyong-So, is a psychopath that makes Jong look like Santa Clause. As strange as it seems, the US much prefers to deal with Jong. He's unstable and unpredictable. Kwang wants to go to war. We need to keep Jong around long enough for him to execute Kwang when he annoys Jong in some way."

"Do you actually think Jong would execute his second-in-command?" asked a disbelieving Kasen.

"He purged his own uncle from the government, and he liked him," replied Chatham. "Imagine what he'd do to someone trying to wrest power from him that isn't a relative."

Two hours later, the Americans were dining with Jong in the Royal Palace. Steve was placed to his left while a very surprised Naomi sat next to Jong on his right. Steve could see that Naomi was nervous, so he did his best to maintain a conversation with Jong. He had no doubt that Naomi's nerves would quickly settle and she'd be fine.

"Have you given any thought to my request that you film a movie here in North Korea?" asked Jong through an interpreter.

"I think my partners will strongly consider it if they are convinced that we can move about freely, have our safety guaranteed, and you realize that you will have no influence over the final product we release," offered Steve. "It would not be a political movie and it would not portray your nation in a bad light. I would promise you that. It would simply be a movie where the characters lived in North Korea, for whatever reason."

"Would you use Koreans in this movie or would all of the actors be American?" asked Jong.

"We'd use Americans as the main characters, but there would be many Koreans filling in many of the roles as locals. You need to understand that this movie will need to make the lion's share of its revenue in the United States and we Lady in Red principals always appear in our own films. That keeps our costs down and increases our profits. It's simply how we operate."

"Would Ms. Wilson, that would be Lieutenant Wilson, appear in this movie?" asked Jong as his gaze turned toward Naomi.

"Sir, this movie we're discussing is hypothetical at this point, so it obviously has not been cast. That being said, Naomi is an excellent actress and she's extremely popular. She's beautiful and sexy, so I'd say that we'd have her in the movie if her schedule permits it. Would you want her to be in it?" asked Steve as he observed the look Jong had given Naomi.

"Very much so!" replied Jong eagerly. "Our nation would show you our Korean hospitality. You would change your opinion of our great country if you spent a few months here."

"Sir, please don't assume that we have less than a very high regard for your nation. It's our hope that our nations gradually become friendlier, allowing trade and travel between our two countries to become common place. I'll do my best to persuade our company to make a movie here next year. This is a beautiful capital city."

Jong beamed at Steve's comment and nodded vigorously as his words were translated. The rest of the evening went well as Jong spent most of his time speaking with Steve and Naomi, much to the dismay of Representative Kasen. Almost two hours after they sat down to dine; the Americans complimented Jong and his staff as they left the dinning area.

"You've got no business promising anything to Jong," insisted Kasen as soon as the Americans were gathered in a meeting room at their hotel. "You do not represent the United States here. We are under no obligation to keep any of your promises!"

"Then why are you so upset?" asked Steve calmly. "I have no authority, so any promise I make would be the same as coming from a cab driver in Chicago. Would you be upset if a mechanic from Dallas made a promise to Jong? You need to chill a little, and you'd be well served to think about what you're saying before you say it."

"I just don't want Jong to get the wrong impression!" insisted Kasen. "Was that last remark supposed to be a veiled threat or something?"

"Actually, it was," snapped Steve. "You'd better pull in your horns around me or we'll be mixing it up. Your constant babble is getting on my nerves."

"You don't scare me. I'm a Congressman, and as such, your superior. I can have you court-martialed if I choose."

Steve rose from his chair and strode over to where Kasen was seated. As Steve approached him, Congressman Kasen began to whine to Senator Chatham.

"Senator Chatham! Keep your aide under control, please! If he touches me, he'll be spending the next ten years in a cell. I have witnesses!"

"Kasen, why don't you just shut the hell up?" asked the frank talking senator. "No one here has seen or heard anything. If Steve decides to thump your ass a little, no one will admit seeing anything happen. We're here to free some prisoners, and if buttering up that crazy bastard helps us attain that goal, we'll do it and smile while we do! That family is far more important than your fragile ego. We have a big day tomorrow. Steve's going to try to win a family's freedom. I want you to try to keep from saying anything stupid. It should prove interesting.

"Steve, please take a seat. Congressman Kasen doesn't really understand the situation. For some reason, he hasn't figured out just how influential you are and that it's political suicide to show such disrespect. You need to keep your anger in check and concentrate on tomorrow's activities. Are you prepared, and is there anything we can do to help?"

"I really can't think of anything," replied Steve as he stared at Kasen a few more seconds before facing Chatham. "We're supposed to meet with the family tomorrow morning so we can judge for ourselves that they're in good health. We need to let them know that the U.S. is working for their release, but don't let them think that it's a done deal. I'm not guaranteeing anything, especially when I don't know what rules Jong will have in place. I'll do my best and hope that it's good enough.

"That's all we can ask for. I'm sure you'll do very well, but who knows how Jong will try to stack the deck. It's good that you sort of promised you'd make a movie here. That may prevent him from cheating somehow. He doesn't want to upset you if you're going to film a major movie in his capital city."

The following morning saw the American delegation finishing breakfast when the Duval family was led into the room. They wore prison garb and were barefooted. Their expressions brightened when they heard Americans speaking in English. 

While they were not allowed to move toward the Americans, the guards did not prevent the contingent from approaching them. Kasen was the first one to reach them. It was obvious that he was preening for the media that was allowed to attend and record the meeting. 

"I'm Congressman Kasen and I promise you that we'll do everything in our power to gain your release. The North Koreans have no right to hold you and I've told them that. I expect to take you back to the States with us!"

Hampton Duval politely listened to Kasen, but his eyes were glued to Steve, who was wearing his fatigues as he stood at attention and saluted. Obviously Duval was not in uniform, but the respect Steve showed him was not lost on the delegation, nor the reporters.

Duval nodded slightly to Steve and then spoke quietly to his wife. She quickly diverted her attention from the verbose Kasen and focused on Steve. Her face immediately lit up. She immediately pointed Steve out to her son and two daughters. The girls were unable to contain their pleasure. They waved and smiled broadly as he approached their family.

Duval quickly put his hand out and Steve shook it firmly. Then he stepped over to Mrs. Duval. She was a thin, dark haired woman approaching fifty. She quickly wrapped her arms around Steve and hugged him tightly. Next was Bonnie, the older daughter, who also hugged Steve and kissed his cheek. When it was sixteen year old Kirsten's turn, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him soundly on the lips.

"I've always wanted to do that!" was all she said as she released Steve so her brother could shake his hand. 

Kasen was a bright red as his embarrassment and anger raged over the snub he felt he was receiving. With as much dignity as he could muster, he retreated back to stand with the rest of the American contingent. 

"Naomi! Come on over. The girls want to see you," insisted Steve as he beckoned for Naomi to join him. Soon Naomi was receiving hugs from the family as Steve spoke to them in a low voice. 

After just a few minutes, the guards indicated that the Duvals had to leave the room. It was evident that they left feeling much better about their situation than when they had entered.

"I noticed Hammer did his best to hog the photo opportunity," complained Kasen as the Americans returned to their meeting room. 'Maybe it'll sell some more songs or gain some viewers for his next movie. He seems to have lost sight of our goal here. We need to negotiate some sort of settlement with Jong. Photo ops won't cut it."

"Kasen, this will be the last trip you ever go on with me," replied a testy Senator Mason. "You're an unadulterated ass. Who did those people want to see? Was it some prattling idiot, or fellow naval officers that were friends with the family? When they saw that Steve and Naomi were here, it gave them hope. They were more polite to you than you deserved. If you hadn't tried so hard to steal the spotlight, you wouldn't have come off looking like such a pompous ass.

"The rest of us knew enough to allow the Duvals time to see that we were there and to let them decide with whom they wished to speak. If you persist in defaming Steve, you're going to have a very short political life. I would think that you would've learned that much from watching the ethics hearings a few weeks ago."

"I just happen to think that a Congressman is more important than a Navy lieutenant, especially one that's serving as an aide to a senator," responded Kasen as he tried to defend his actions.

"And that's exactly where you're making your mistake," retorted Senator Chatham. "Did anyone hear Jong insist that Congressman Kasen personally make the trip to negotiate for the release of the Duvals? No! He wanted Steve and that's because he's known around the globe for his deeds. You're not. In almost any circumstance you can possibly imagine, Steve is far more important that you. Accept it." 

Two hours later, the Americans joined numerous reporters that were allowed access to the competition. They entered a large structure and were led to the firing range. Jong stood behind a large window of very thick plate glass, where the American contingent and reporters joined him. Steve was escorted through a door to the front where three Koreans stood next to small tables with handguns on them. Steve saw a fourth table with a gun, so he assumed it was where he was supposed to stand.

The rules, although different than any Steve had ever encountered before, were quite simple. Each shooter would have an opportunity to shoot ten rounds from a CZ 82 handgun at an electronic target. The location of each round would be automatically recorded. A shot totally inside the center circle was worth ten points. As you moved out from the center, each concentric ring had a lower value by one point. If a bullet hit a border between two circles, the lower value ring would be credited. The time, in seconds, from the first shot to the last would be subtracted from the score. The time was recorded automatically as well. High score won. It would require just seconds to record each shooters score. 

The first person to fire would be the man on the left. Once he finished, the next man would have one minute to begin firing his weapon. Steve was third in line, which meant that two men would shoot before him and one after. Steve knew that the first two would be slow and less than perfect so he would be lulled into a false feeling of confidence. The final shooter would be their best and he would have the advantage of seeing how fast and accurate Steve was before he fired his weapon. 

Steve knew the old CZ 82's were quite accurate handguns at the range he would be shooting, which was thirty meters. He had fired the model more than a few times over the years and was comfortable with it. He forced himself to focus on his objective and ignore everything around him. He felt as prepared as he would ever be, considering he hadn't been allowed to take any shots with the weapon to see where it was shooting. Luckily, at that range, Steve relied on his hand-to-eye coordination and seldom used the sights, such as they were. As he looked at the weapon before him, Steve realized the front sight had been filed down, which caused him to chuckle to himself as he thought about how Jong had tried to stack the deck.

Each shooter was told to inspect his gun and to signal if he was satisfied with it. When Steve nodded that he was content with his handgun, he saw Jong's surprise. He had probably expected Steve to request a different weapon.

Once the four men indicated they were ready to begin, the actual shooting was over in less than two minutes. The first man fired his weapon rather slowly, but was quite accurate. He scored 88 but had taken six seconds, so his score was 82. The next man fired quite rapidly, but scored just an 87 with a deduction of 3.5 for a final score of 83.5.

Steve watched as the second man to fire placed the gun on the table, but kept his hand on it. Steve had been on so many firing ranges that he counted the shoots without conscious effort, and he was certain the man had fired only nine times. 

Knowing that the man following him would be the one he had to beat, Steve calmly picked up his weapon and faced the target. He raised his weapon and pulled the trigger ten times. He had done it so rapidly that it had sounded like one continuous roar. His total read 97 less 2.5 seconds for a final score of 94.5! He carefully placed his weapon on the table and as he turned to watch the next shooter, stepped closer to the man that had gone before him.

As Steve suspected, Jong had saved his best for last. The man looked very steady as he hefted his handgun and faced the target. He raised the weapon and began shooting. He was very fast. His score of 97 matched Steve's, but his time was 3 seconds, thus giving Steve the win by just half a point!

A guard opened the door and a stern looking Jong stepped onto the firing range. The man that had fired just before Steve suddenly swung his gun around and fired it! Steve had been concerned about the man when he realized that he had never fired his last round. He was not surprised when the man suddenly made an attempt to shoot Jong in the head. Steve simply slapped the shooter's hand upward and the bullet lodged into the wall over Jong's left shoulder.

Bedlam erupted as two of Jong's body guards pushed the shooter to the floor while several others rushed onto the range with guns drawn. Steve stood motionless with his hands held high above his head. One of the other shooters in the competition suddenly made the incorrect decision to flee. He managed two steps before he was cut down in a hail of bullets.

Steve and the remaining Korean shooter stood very still with their hands still over their heads as the handguns they had used were gathered and removed from the room. Then they were thoroughly patted down to determine if they had any more weapons on their person. The man that had attempted to shoot Jong was led away by several heavily armed troops as Jong strained to regain his composure.

Everyone waited to learn just how he'd react to the assassination attempt. Once he had mopped his brow, and then wiped it again, he summoned his interpreter over and spoke quietly to him. The man nodded and walked over to Steve and indicated he should walk away from everyone so Jong could speak to him privately.




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Once they were out of hearing, Jong asked Steve to tell him what had just taken place. Steve explained how he noticed that the second man had not fired all of his rounds, thus causing Steve to be concerned. He remained close to the man and it was a simple matter to deflect his arm so the shot was high and wide. As Steve finished his explanation, Jong was smiling as he shook his hand firmly and promised the Duval family would be allowed to return with the American contingent.

Because of the attempt on his life, Jong had the city locked down while his advisors tried to determine who was behind the plot to kill him. The Americans were instructed to terminate their visit and leave as soon as possible.

Just before takeoff, the Duval family was driven out to the aircraft and allowed to climb onboard. It was a very jubilant group that took off for Washington. Steve was actually embarrassed at the way the two girls fawned over him on the flight home. Senator Mason had explained Steve's role in securing their release while the two girls stared at him with big moon eyes as they listened in awe.

Hampton Duval was very emotional as he shook Steve's hand and clapped him on the Back. Hampton Jr. was only slightly less demonstrative as he thanked Steve profusely. The mother and sisters cried as they hugged Steve and thanked him over and over. Steve realized how stressed the family was and graciously accepted their praise. 

The reporters on the flight made certain that they recorded the touching reaction to the family as they expressed their gratitude. Representative Kasen made a feeble attempt to gain some time and interest from the reporters before he gave up in frustration. 

Once things had settled down, Senator Chatham indicated she wanted Steve to sit in the seat next to her. "You came through for that fine family today, Steve. You made us all look good. I want you to know that President Hanson is quite pleased with my report. I even think our relationship with North Korea might improve. You saved Jong's bacon and he knows it. Hopefully, he'll be a little easier to get along with, but that remains to be seen. 

"I've noticed you've developed a much tougher, less patient attitude toward your critics since the trouble Gwen had with the Ethics Committee. I was worried that you were going to throttle that idiot, Kasen. Is this change permanent, or just an aftereffect of the unfair accusations against Gwen last month?"

"Both," replied Steve as he formulated his thoughts. "I've come to realize that I can't keep turning the other cheek when someone comes after me. It's seen as weakness by many. I'll always try to be fair and polite to those that show me the same courtesy, but if anyone thinks they can run roughshod over me, they'll quickly find out that it won't happen. If someone attacks Gwen, I'll make certain that they regret it. 

"We're public figures and subject to rumors, lies, innuendos, and insults. I understand that and accept it. I will not accept disrespect and accusations that demean or belittle what we've accomplished, or hope to accomplish. Kasen went on this trip simply for the publicity. I don't think he really cared if the Duvals were freed or not as long as he had his picture in the paper. I have nothing but contempt for people like that, and I really don't care to conceal it any longer."

Gwen received an email from Steve that evening before she went to bed indicating all had gone well and the Duval family was returning to the states. It wasn't until she watched the news the next morning that she learned just how instrumental Steve had been in the success of the mission. She chuckled to herself when she read his email over again. He wasn't one to brag, that was for sure!

Gwen and Charlotte had to work very hard and spend a great deal of time preparing for their finals. The school had been lenient about allowing time off for the international efforts they were involved with, but expected them to pass the same tests as everyone else. They finished their third year of med school the day before the annual Memorial Day Weekend concert in Sparta.

The day of Gwen's return to Sparta for the summer marked the day that the first issue of the company's quarterly magazine hit the newsstands. Gwen had not had time to preview it because of her studies. She had spent several hours showing her friends and relatives around her brand new four thousand square foot home that afternoon.

"I know it's a lot like Jordan's, Lisa's, and Mom's, but I wanted everyone to see it," admitted Gwen as she tried to contain her joy. "Having a new home with my favorite people living so close is a dream come true. I hope to have you all over hundreds of times in the next forty years. We have five bedrooms. I don't know if we'll manage to fill them all, but once we get married, we'll start working on it."

"At least you're going to marry a guy that changes diapers, although he may decide that he doesn't want too many kids after he changes enough of them," laughed Lisa. "When do you think you'll get married, anyway?"

"Steve knows that I expect a ring sometime after I get my M.D., and a wedding within a year of the engagement. I could be twenty seven years old by the time we're married! I hope I'm still able to have children."

"As an almost doctor, I can tell you about actual reports of women almost thirty years of age giving birth, if you can believe that," laughed Charlotte. "In fact, I plan on being one of them. Billy and I expect to be married within a year of getting my degree, too. We're a little concerned about how much time residency requires, but we'll make it work. I just hope I can land a position with the local hospital."

"If you can't, we'll shake the place up," assured Paula. "They always need good doctors, especially ones that worked so hard to raise money for the new wing. Pediatricians are always in demand and you'll be a good one. I'm sure of that."

"I can't wait to show Steve the house tomorrow. We'll be sleeping in our own bed in our own house," smiled Gwen.

"And we all know why you can't wait," laughed Jordan. "I'll never forget the day in Russia when we walked in on you and Steve. If I hadn't seen it, I never would've believed it. Do you have orgasms like that all of the time?"

"Not all of the time," replied Gwen thoughtfully. "Usually they're much more intense, but we were pretty tired that day, so we didn't give it our best."

"I call bullshit!" responded Lisa. "If you had them any more intense, you'd be in a coma by now. Every last one of us was stunned when your eye rolled into your head and you practically howled in ecstasy. I bet it'll be interesting living around here on warm summer nights when all the bedroom windows are open and eerie moans and erotic howlings echo across the hillsides and across the lake."

"Okay, that was one of our better moments, but we've had a few that surpassed it" revealed Gwen with a smile. "I think it's because I love that guy so much, he's so strong, and has such a big ..."

"Okay!" interrupted Paula. "The guy's a regular love machine. Let's change the subject. And I'd advise you to stop telling women what a great lover Steve is. All of the girls adore him already. You're just making the temptation worse for them with that sort of talk."

"Speak for yourself. Or are you?" asked Stephanie. "It isn't just us younger women that drool when Steve's around. We all know that Steve has a thing for you, and you're pretty crazy about him. Maybe you're having trouble with the temptation, too."

"Regardless, we need to change the subject. Have you seen the first issues of Lady in Red, Gwen?" asked Paula. "It's extra thick because it gives a history of the company and the owners. We held up printing so we could include that trip to Russia and the Ukraine. Then we had to add Steve's jaunt to North Korea and how he's now friends with another world leader. I think it'll be a collector's item!"

"We're selling them below cost because we have all of the advertising in them and we want to circulate as many as we can," added Stephanie. 

"We had a bunch printed in Russian and Ukrainian, as well," commented Lisa. "I spoke to a major clothing line in Moscow while we were there and they agreed to carry our line. They'll sell our clothes all over Russia, which can be huge for us. I did the same in Kiev and hope to have a lot of sales in the Ukraine."

"I'll tell Steve about that. He's coming in tomorrow and we'll be spending our first night in our new home after the concert. I can hardly wait!" admitted Gwen cheerfully. "He's bringing company, but the house is big enough so any noises I make will go unheard, I hope."

"I didn't know that Steve was bringing someone with him," replied Jordan. "Please tell me that it isn't Nadiya!"

"No, it isn't, Miss Smarty-pants! Besides, she has a boyfriend now, so I can stop worrying about her, for the most part."

"Who's the mystery guest?" asked Paula.

"Cynthia and Vince will be spending Friday and Saturday with us. We're going to show them around Sparta and have them as our guests at the concert," responded Gwen.

"Just so I'm clear," managed a surprised Charlotte. "You're talking about the next president and his wife, possibly?" 

"I'd say it's a good chance, actually," answered Gwen. "He's been doing well in the polls and winning primaries. He's pretty much a cinch to get his party's nomination. It'll be a tough general election, but Steve and I think he'll get in."

"You're having the next president sleeping here tomorrow? On your first night in your new house?" marveled Lisa. "I guess we should start getting used to world leaders and famous people spending time in Asgard. We'd better get Valhalla finished this year so we'll have enough room for everyone that wants to spend some time here with Jordan, Gwen, Charlie, and Steve."

After everyone left, Gwen sat at her new kitchen table looking through the magazine. The ads were sexy, but very well done. The stories were fascinating, even to Gwen who had witnessed many of the situations live. It was obvious to Gwen that Stephanie had come up with a great idea!

Sparta was extremely crowded the next day. When the helicopter flew over town on its way to Asgard in the early afternoon, most locals assumed that it was delivering Steve home. 

Less than an hour later, Jordan and Charlie, along with Steve and Gwen, and Cynthia and Vincent Rosen were seen browsing the local stores and shops. Two years prior, Sparta had started the tradition of shutting down Main Street to vehicular traffic on the day of the concert. It gave the town's merchants opportunities to use the sidewalks, and even the streets to display their wares as thousands of people visited the downtown area. 

Steve had advised the Rosens to not campaign while they were in town. "The idea is for people to see you as regular guests and not politicians trying to garner votes. If you're likable, you'll gain their support. If you use this crowd to try to campaign, many people will resent it. Just be a normal couple visiting friends and having a good time. Trust me on this. You'll be glad that you did."

The four famous friends spent a lot of time catching up with neighbors and introducing the Rosens to them. When asked about political issues, the Rosens would simply smile and tell everyone that they were taking the weekend off from politics to enjoy the holiday in Sparta. That response always seemed to please the people within hearing.

"Look how Gwen, Jordan, Steve, and Charlie, greet people by name and ask about their families," pointed out Cynthia Rosen to her husband. "We need to learn from them. We keep trying to make people interested in us, when we should be interested in them!"

Gwen and Jordan were surrounded by girls of all ages asking questions and just trying to interact with the two famous women. Soon both of them were holding a little girl in each arm and laughing with the others. It was an education for the Rosens and they were serious students. No candidate for the highest office in the land ever generated as much interest and good will as Gwen and Jordan. They were more than hometown heroes. They were role models for all of the girls. And they were loved.

As they traveled up and down Main Street, Charlie and Steve were often flirted with by women of all ages, but Vince Rosen was more impressed with how the men they encountered reacted to them. They were constantly slapped on the back as they shook hands with smiling men. Every so often, some burly guy would actually hug one or both of the local heroes. 

There didn't seem to be anyone that the four didn't know by name. That fact amazed Cynthia Rosen. She marveled at how the friends spoke to everyone on a first name basis. Some of the people that greeted them were in dirty work clothes, or in some cases, had ragged clothing. Gwen and Jordan never flinched when they hugged and smiled at these people and chatted with them. 

With some of the more distressed looking folks, one of the four would speak to them quietly, obviously asking some questions. Then they'd produce a slip of paper and hand it to the person, or family suffering through hard times. Both Rosens wondered about the slips of paper these people were carefully tucking in wallets and purses. 

Several reporters and cameramen followed the group. Some were from news departments while others were from entertainment stations. Cynthia Rosen knew that the reports would show Gwen, Jordan, Charlie, and Steve warmly interacting with the public and greeting many of them as personal friends. Vincent Rosen could only gain from being their friend!

At five o'clock, the group had worked their way near Marsh's Landing. They thanked everyone while explaining that they had to have dinner so they'd have the energy to give Sparta the quality entertainment they had come to expect.

Even while dining in a private room with family and friends, quite a few people would stop in to simply say hello and pat someone on the back and to thank them. Vincent Rosen was pleased when more than a few people took the time to thank him for coming, and for not making any speeches! 

As had become the custom, all revenue from the broadcast rights and any donations made at the concert were returned to the community by Lady in Red Productions. A large share was donated to the hospital, while money was also donated to buy equipment for the police and fire departments, as well as parks and recreation. Local scouts and youth leagues were also supported. A substantial sum was set aside for local families having trouble with rent or heating bills. 

The Rosens had asked about the slips of paper Gwen, Jordan, Steve, and Charlie had given to obviously needy people. It was explained that they were vouchers for food and clothing from local businesses. The people were required to interview at Lady in Red headquarters in Sparta for possible employment as the only condition attached to them. 

When it came time for the concert, the entire downtown was lit brightly as thousands of people gathered to watch the show. Those not able to gain access to the performing arts building itself, were treated to numerous jumbotrons placed around the building, with several also placed on Main Street. It was a huge block party that Sparta looked forward to every year. Its financial importance to the area had come to rival the Christmas Season for merchants and business owners.

With the new intensity they had found since Gwen's performance after the ethics hearing, the concert was a huge success. Gwen, Jordan, Steve, and Charlie each did two numbers for encores as their hometown cheered and yelled approval on every number. Almost five hours after they began, the stage finally went dark. 

"It's like the middle of the day here!" marveled Jordan as they traveled to Marsh's for their traditional late meal. "All of the stores are still open and people are shopping and partying. It looks like Sparta's become a town that never sleeps."

"Once the weekend is over, it'll be back to normal," predicted Kate. "Gwen, did I see you cry tonight when Steve was singing?"

"I started remembering how I felt last year when Steve was trapped in Colombia and I was afraid that he'd die. Then he somehow came back to Sparta and I knew that he was on that chopper," recalled Gwen. "I was very emotional then, and I still lose it a little when I think about those terrible few days.

"Things are much better now, so let's enjoy our good fortune and be thankful," suggested Steve as he hugged Gwen. "It all worked out and we're together now. That's all that matters."

The next afternoon saw all of Gwen's and Steve's family and friends at a pool party at their new home. The pool was Olympic size and heated to 85 degrees. The affair was catered and everyone had a great time.

Steve was often seen holding Theresa. He even took her into the pool and played with her in the water. A little later he was seen showing Stephanie's little brother how to do various swim strokes. Billy was seven and able to swim, but Steve felt he should be more familiar with all aspects of swimming and not just be able to tread water and move slowly from one point to another. Next he had Richard Drake's daughter in the pool and was showing her how to float.

"Look at your boyfriend," pointed out Diane to Gwen. "He's so good with kids. Billy idolizes him, while Theresa and Ingrid love him to death. He's going to make a wonderful father. I remember the first time I saw you two together in swim suits. I told Paula and Lisa that you'd have beautiful children."

"I really hope so," admitted Gwen. "Now that Jordan's pregnant and Lisa has Theresa and you have Billy, I feel incomplete or something. I want a family and it's getting more difficult to wait. I know Steve will be the best father ever."

Vince and Cynthia Rosen had a great time at the party. Billy actually tossed Cynthia into the pool half way through the afternoon. Everyone watched to see how she would react. She surfaced, gasped a few times, and begged Billy to help her out of the pool as she held her hand out to him. To his surprise, and the delight of everyone else, she managed to pull him in when he took her hand. Billy then escorted her out of the pool and gave her a towel as a peace offering.

"Your wife just passed the test," revealed Steve to Vincent Rosen as they chuckled at the little by-play. "She can take a joke, and dish them out. Our friends and family can make a difference in your campaign if they believe you're the right man. I think they've just become believers."

The Rosens spent Saturday night and left Sparta very early Sunday morning since Vincent was once again scheduled for a morning news program at eleven AM. The family and friends spent another afternoon by the pool at Gwen's. Paula mentioned to Steve how much she had enjoyed the Rosens.

"I liked them both. I worried that Vincent might be a bit of a problem after you and he had words years ago," confessed Paula. "But he seems to have adjusted his attitude toward you and Gwen. I imagine that the things you told him at the time went a long way toward that adjustment. As wonderful as you are, being on your bad side is a huge mistake. I hope I never find myself there."

"There's no chance of that," assured Steve. "You're going to be the best mother a guy could ever have."

"That's because she's the best looking one a guy could ever have," proclaimed Billy as he walked past them. "Ted's a lucky guy."

"That I am, Billy," agreed Ted. "She's given me three beautiful daughters, but she looks like she could be their sister rather than their mother."

"Dad, have you been taking lessons from Steve?" asked Lisa. "That was a really nice thing to say. No wonder she loves you so much."

"It's not what he says so much as the things he does," responded Paula. "He saved your life at Gwen's graduation and went with Gwen to Iraq to find Steve. It's the way he accepts responsibilities and cares for me and the rest of his family that really makes me love him so much." 




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Steve managed to get Will alone for a few minutes. "Will, we're considering making Diane's role bigger and actually having her do a love scene with me. I wanted to know how you felt about it before we go any further. It can be pretty bland, or it could show a fair amount of skin. Either way, I'd be kissing her, holding her, and maybe feeling her up. It's a dirty damn job, but I'm a professional. I never want to see you and Diane have any marital problems, especially that I help create, so what do you think?"

"Honestly? Diane is a bit of an exhibitionist. I think all of the women in the family have some of that going on. I'll buy a dozen copies of the movie when it comes out. She may act reluctant, but I think she'd love to be like Gwen and show off her boobs. The idea of having a poster of her hanging in garages and workshops across the country turns us both on. Don't force her into anything, but take her as far as she dares go. She feels like life has passed her by at times; that she might have been able to be a model or a movie star, but she chose me and life in Sparta. She never complains and I know she loves me and the kids, but this would really help her with her bucket list."

"What are you discussing with my husband this time?" demanded Diane as she sauntered up to Steve and Will.

"To be quite honest, we were talking about how much I'm going to enjoy our love scenes and fondling those big breasts of yours," replied Steve as he made a production of leering at the large amount of cleavage on display from the low top swim suit Diane had on. "The world needs to know just how nice those babies are. I told Will that I'm going to have my way with them in our movie, so he'd better be mentally prepared."

Diane blushed at Steve's words, but made no effort to cover her ample cleavage as he stared. "Will, this young man seems to think that we'll allow him to fondle the twins. What should I do?"

"Whatever Steve and the director want you to do," answered Will as he kissed Diane's cheek. "The other guys in town will be so jealous of me when the movie comes out, they won't be able to stand it. I can't wait for my golf buddies to see how beautiful you are." 

Production began that week. Steve had time off from his Washington duties before the London concert, and Gwen was home for the summer. Jordan and Charlie began filming their movie at the same time, but with a different director. Once again, Lady in Red Productions was filming both movies in Sparta, when possible. That was the advantage of making plot driven movies over those that required special effects and spectacular scenery. 

The new script for Gwen and Steve's movie had been passed out at a preproduction meeting and everyone immediately noticed Diane's increased role, as well as Stephanie's. "I was going to be a fill-in for the dance contest. Now I'm supposed to be one of Steve's conquests? And I find out he's been doing my mom? What kind of a guy is he supposed to be? That doesn't sound like a hero."

"Everyone felt the script lacked passion and conflict," replied Gwen. "Diane's character has been drinking too much because her husband, your dad, ran off with a younger woman. She's an easy target for Steve's character's charm. He doesn't know that she's your mother when he seduces you. When he and I show up at your mom's for lessons and you're there, it all comes out. It'll make for some tense moments, especially between all of us women."

"So how intense is my seduction scene, and what will Mom be showing?" asked Stephanie. 

"Your mother is going to be topless with me," replied Steve with a grin. "You can stay covered up if you like. We can just make out a little and fade out. The next scene would show one of us leaving in the morning."

"That isn't going to happen!" proclaimed Stephanie. "I want to show as much as Mom, or more. I may never get another love scene with you and I want something I can show my grandkids."

"Do you think they'll want to see Grandma and Great-Grandma half naked?" asked Diane. "You'll have plenty of opportunities to be in scenes with Steve, so don't rush into anything that you'll regret later."

"Mom, has Jordan, Gwen, Lisa, or Naomi ever regretted their nude scenes with Steve? Hardly! Naomi and Jordan have video clips on their phones that they pull up to show the other girls when we're out someplace."

"Hey! In my defense, I haven't done that since I married Charlie," stated Jordan defensively. "I do keep them in a file, but I hardly ever show them to anyone. I show the ones of Charlie and me instead." 

"Jared has hinted that he'd prefer I stop showing those clips all of the time," admitted Naomi with a guilty grin. "But, I can't seem to stop Mom from showing them to everyone she sees."

"I see that Paula is going to play Gwen's mother," continued Stephanie. "That's brilliant casting. I'm playing Mom's daughter and Gwen will be Paula's daughter. How much do we pay the guys that write these scripts?"

"Actually, that would be Ashley and me," admitted Kate. "We wrote this last year and have been refining it since. I know it isn't absolutely brilliant, but with the new plot twists and how well everyone can act and dance, it'll be a big hit, I'm sure.

"Besides, you should be thanking me for giving you a love scene with Steve. If you don't like the part, or don't want to act with Steve, or your mother, I'll just step in and do the role," added Kate.

"Don't worry about me," replied Stephanie immediately. "Maybe my boobs aren't as big as some, but they're quality and the audience will love them. I'll be signing posters by this time next year!"

"We're talking about acting, not about who has the biggest boobs, or who can show them the most," chided Paula. "I personally don't think that Diane will be showing too much at her age and while Stephanie talks a good game, she'll be a lot more nervous when the time comes. What we need to is learn our lines and get this made as quickly and as well as we can."

"You have to keep you clothes on for the whole movie, don't you, Paula?" asked Diane knowingly.

"Yes, damn it!" responded Paula immediately as the others broke into laughter. 

The morning of Steve's love scene with Diane was strange for him. Will insisted on attending, as did Gwen, Paula, and Stephanie.

"Are you going to be able to do these boobs justice?" whispered Diane as she hefted her boobs inside her robe. "Should I send Will away? Stephanie makes me nervous. I've never even done things like this with Will in front of her. I hope she doesn't lose respect for me."

"I'll be okay once we start," promised Steve. "I usually block out everything but the person in the scene with me, so I'll concentrate on just you three."

"Three?" repeated a confused Diane. "Oh, you mean me and the twins? Be sure you give them plenty of attention. I may never get to do this again."

Once the actual filming began, Diane and Steve managed to slowly lose their concern about being watched by the others. Steve worked his seduction slowly and Diane responded by following his lead. Before the scene was over, she was topless in his arms and kissing him as passionately as she possibly could.

Steve was amazed at how responsive and sexual Diane was. He rolled her nipples in his fingers and even suckled her for a short time before he moved on top of her. Their lower bodies were cover by a thin sheet, but it appeared that Steve had mounted Diane and was making passionate love to her. Steve was careful to not let his very hard cock even get close to Diane's panty covered pussy, but he could feel her heat. After they reached their climaxes, Steve slowly slid off Diane but managed to fill his hand with her left breast as they cuddled before the director ended the scene.

A wardrobe girl brought robes for the two actors. Diane stood and quickly donned hers as she looked for Will. He was at her side seconds later.

"Are we okay?" asked a worried Diane. "That was so intense; I got a little carried away. Are you angry with me?"

"Let's get back to the dressing room and discuss it," insisted Will as he calmly led Diane away.

"Steve, you had Mom going crazy. That was one of the sexiest things I've ever seen, and that was my mother! Dad was fidgeting and muttering under his breath, but he didn't seem angry. I can't wait for my scene!"

Steve and Stephanie filmed their love scene the following evening. Even with her parents, Paula, Kate, and Gwen watching, Stephanie surprised Steve with her willingness to get naked with him. She only had a few lines, but she managed to get them wrong so they had to reshoot the scene several times.

"Stephanie, I know you're doing that on purpose. You're costing us time and money. We'll give you more chance to get it right. If you don't, then I'll be naked with Steve and you'll be watching," threatened Kate.

Somehow Stephanie managed to do her part perfectly in the next take. Kate nodded knowingly as Stephanie pulled a robe over her shoulders while Steve remained on the bed with the sheet over his lower body.

"Come on, Steve. Get up and put on the robe," urged Paula. "You're not fooling anyone. We can see that big tent in the sheets. It looks like Stephanie wound you up as much as you did her."

"I need to get him back to the dressing room," suggested Gwen. "If he's anything like he was after the scene with Diane, the rest of you may not see us at dinner. I have to wonder about having those two in any more movies with Steve. I may not be able to survive it!"

When they weren't filming, the Gwen, Jordan, Steve, and Charlie discussed their ideas about the music they would play at the London concert, as well as on the aircraft carriers. 

"I thing we can do a lot of the harder rock and roll stuff in London, but I really believe those sailors will enjoy love songs and ballads about home, wives, and girlfriends, except for the female sailors, of course. They'll want the same about their families and lovers."

"I think you're right, Charlie," agreed Jordan. "We've done a few shows with a heavy military presence in the audience and they always seem to like the love songs the best."

"I'll trust you guys on this one," responded Gwen. "If that's what they like, let's be sure we give it to them in spades. They sure deserve it. What do you think, Steve?"

"I have to agree with Charlie and Jordan. Whenever I was in some hell hole, far away from home, I couldn't think of much other than holding my girl in my arms again."

"That was the right answer!" laughed Gwen before planting a long kiss on Steve's lips.

"The July 4th concerts may be the last I do before my swelling stomach becomes very obvious. It'll probably be a little round by then, but not too bad," allowed Jordan.

"On the plus side, your already considerable chest will be even larger and more eager to spill out of your top," predicted Steve. "I hope those poor sailors can handle that sight."

"Oh, I think they'll do fine," laughed Jordan. "They'd better because Gwen and I will be showing the girls off quite a bit. Those poor, depressed service men need something to pick up their spirits and not to brag, but Gwen and I have just what it takes." 

"I've never heard of a riot on an aircraft carrier before, but I'm beginning to worry. You realize there'll probably be an admiral or two watching the show?" asked Steve.

"And they'll probably be men, so what's your point?" retorted Gwen.

"There are more than a few female admirals in our Navy," stated Steve. "So don't rule that possibility out."

"And female admirals will know even better than male admirals that morale is extremely important. Gwen and I will be improving it to beat the band!" promised Jordan. 

Plans were made for the concert in London as well as the two aboard the big Navy ships. Charlie was the one they turned to for selecting and arranging the music and he always came through. They felt that they were well prepared when they arrived in England on Thursday, June 26th. 

Once again, friends and family traveled with them. They found the British to be very friendly and warm, with their wry sense of humor on display at the drop of a hat, or derby, in England. On Friday morning, the entire group was having breakfast in the hotel when Stephanie dropped a bombshell. 

"James told me last night that the Prince and Princess want to meet you four this afternoon, if you're available. I told him that I'd have to check and see."

"Are you crazy?" asked Kate. "When the Royals want to see someone, that someone makes sure they're available!"

"Kate's right," added Paula. "You need to make sure that James doesn't tell them that Gwen, Jordan, Charlie, and Steve are less than eager to meet with them. This is a huge honor."

"So, you're saying that it's okay that I set it up for Kensington Palace at three PM today, local time?" asked a smiling Stephanie. "I knew you'd never pass this opportunity up. Be sure to get lots of pictures for our magazine." 

Paparazzi were a constant part of their lives, but the Americans were stunned when they saw the number of photographers and reporters at Kensington Palace. Once they were introduced to the Prince and Princess, all six of them posed for the photographers. Then the three ladies were asked to stand together while the photographers snapped away.

Charlie and Steve had to laugh when the Prince made a comment under his breath about who the press really preferred, but then admitted that he didn't blame them. The three women smiled and turned left and right for the photographers. Steve was struck by the beauty and grace of the three women as they smiled at the cameras. Steve had been informed that the prince would be wearing his uniform, so Steve wore his dress uniform and looked really sharp. 

The Royal Couple turned out to be very friendly and extremely interested in the charitable efforts of Lady in Red Productions. The three couples compared experiences and ideas for expanding their efforts. The royals spoke at length about vaccinations for children, especially in poor and developing nations. After being together for a few minutes, they were chatting like old friends.

At the end of the scheduled hour visit, they were asked if they could stay a bit longer. Gwen looked at Jordan and they quickly agreed. It was almost a full hour later when Jordan, Gwen, Steve, and Charlie were photographed leaving the palace.

"I think they liked us," risked Jordan as the foursome rode back to their hotel. "They were both very down to earth. They acted perfectly normal, especially for very wealthy royalty living in a castle."

"I can't believe they wanted to exchange cell numbers," marveled Gwen. "Now I can speed dial the future King of England if I want! It made me wonder about Steve's phone. Do you have President Hanson's number on your phone? President Novokov's? President Marchant's?"

Steve simply studied the scenery as their limo drove through the streets of London. Gwen waited for Steve to respond.

"It must take some time to get used to driving on the left," observed Steve. "Driving here would make me nervous."

"Are you telling us that you have the phone numbers of those three presidents, as well as the future King of England on your phone?" demanded Gwen.

"No, I'm not," replied Steve with an easy grin. "I was just seeing how you'd react. I do have Nadiya's number if I ever need that."

"I have her number, too!" insisted Gwen. "She's a beautiful, intelligent woman that likes to lead people into thinking that she's a simple blonde yokel. You may as well delete her number now because I think she's quite serious about her German beau." 

"Yeah, well, I think I'll wait to see how that turns out," replied Steve as he winked to Charlie and Jordan.

"I know what you're trying to do, and it won't work," laughed Gwen. "I know you too well to start getting jealous again. Those days are gone, for the most part, anyway. I just spent two hours with the future King and Queen of England, so you're feeble attempts at teasing me won't work."

That evening, Gwen and Jordan entertained their friends and family at dinner by recounting their experiences with the Royal Couple. Beatrice Patterson was especially impressed, yet saddened at the same time. 

"The irony of the situation is pretty stark for me. I forbade my daughter from seeing a young sailor because I didn't feel he was good enough for her. She married him against my wishes. That union produced a son that is far more accomplished, respected, and capable than any man I could have ever selected for my daughter. I wish I could apologize to her!"

"Grandmother Patterson, please don't feel that anyone holds that against you. If your daughter was anything like her son, she's smiling down on you right now. She's with Steve's Dad and very pleased to see her son do so well," insisted Gwen. "This is a happy time, so please try to enjoy it and just be proud of your grandson."

"Changing the subject," broke in Charlie, hoping to lighten the mood. "I've hired Jodie Lane to play sax with the band. You guys placed me in charge of the music and the band years ago, so when I ran into her earlier this morning, I hired her. She said that she was here in the hopes of hooking up with one of the bands that will be performing tomorrow. 

"I asked her if she'd consider playing with us and she jumped at the chance. She told me that we were her first choice," added Charlie. "She couldn't say enough nice things about Gwen and Jordan. I don't know what she thinks about Steve."

"I think we can probably guess," laughed Jordan. "Did she mention you at all, Charlie? You're a pretty hot commodity now. You're very wealthy, very talented, very good looking..."

"Very married, and soon to be a father," interjected Charlie. "There's no way I'm going to look at another woman when I have you."

"Darn, I was hoping we'd get in the hot tub later and have some wine and chat," allowed Gwen. "But why bother if you won't even look?"

"Let me rephrase that. I may look at other women, but there's no way I'd do anything to lose you, Jordan," amended Charlie. "I will show my appreciation of the feminine charms of Gwen, Lisa, Kate, Naomi, Stephanie,..."

"Okay!" chuckled Jordan. "I understand, but be prepared for my boobs to get bigger now that I'm with child. They may even catch Billy's eye."

"More likely, they'll poke out one of my eyes if they get any bigger," observed Billy without cracking a smile. "But it's a risk I'm willing to take!" 

"Why does the conversation always come around to breasts with you men?" asked Paula. "It seems like you all have a one track mind."

"Where would all of you beautiful women be if we men weren't attracted to your bosoms?" asked Billy. "Do you think you'd be able to keep us men around to play Scrabble or something? Not likely. You ladies need to embrace the fact that we love breasts and you've all been blessed with the quality and quantity that we cleavage connoisseurs prefer."

"Did I just hear you say that?" demanded Steve. "Do you spend a lot of time thinking these things up? 'Cleavage connoisseurs'? Where did that come from?" 

"Blame that one on your future mother," replied Billy as he nodded toward Paula and her low cut sweater. "I haven't been able to look at anything else all evening. It was pretty much all that I could think of that wouldn't get me slapped." 

"That phrase was inspired by my mother's bosom?" repeated Lisa. "How cool is that? I just hope my breasts have sonnets written in their honor someday." 

"There was a young lady from Sparta," began Billy. "Whose bosom was so nice it could start a, but her husband used both mitts to cover her..."

"Do NOT go any further with that limerick!" warned Charlotte. "Has being in England made you into some sort of wordsmith all of a sudden, or a poet, or a bard, so to speak?" 




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"I've been inspired by bountiful display of female pulchritude, although that word doesn't really flow very well in poetry," admitted Billy with a grin. "There was a group that displayed bountiful pulchritude, that often received stares that were extremely lewd, with Gwen, Jordan, Lisa, Naomi, Ashley, Charlotte, Paula, Diane, and Kate, all the men that gazed upon them wanted to mate, so their studly husbands and boyfriends were forced to intrude!"

"No more!" insisted Charlotte once again. "Our Spartan Shakespeare does seem to have a one track mind. Let's change the subject."

"I feel I should apologize for showing such tempting cleavage to these hormonal young men," offered Paula with a straight face as she made a show of adjusting her breasts. "These girls have been the inspiration for many a sonnet, a few odes, and at least one epic poem."

"That isn't exactly changing the subject, Mom," observed Lisa. "We need to talk about shopping, or climate change, or maybe quantum physics. That should lower the testosterone levels around here."

As they were finishing dinner, Steve noticed James Hawthorne seemed to suddenly appear next to Stephanie. Steve nudged Gwen and nodded in Stephanie's direction. 

"He does seem to be quite attentive, doesn't he?" observed Gwen. "He appears to be a good guy to me, but what do you think? Should we be worried?"

"I've asked around a little since we've been here. His family is highly respected and fairly well off financially, but I knew that. I wanted to know about his character. He's had some lady friends, but has never been engaged or anything. He did well in school and he's expected to win a seat in Parliament next year," concluded Steve.

"I should have known that you'd make sure that any man Stephanie likes is acceptable and safe. I know that you're very fond of her, as well as protective."

"You know I've never..."

"Of course! I wasn't suggesting anything or complaining," assured Gwen. "I love how you look out for my family and friends. I love you for doing it. You've become the go-to guy in the family. Dad is great and Chip and Jason are super guys, but you've become the center of our family. We revolve around you and it makes me so proud." 

"I've arrived at the same conclusion, except that we all center on you," replied Steve thoughtfully. "The other women look to you for leadership, even Diane and Paula. The men adore you, and I'm putty in your hands."

Before the discussion made it any further, Stephanie came stomping up to Steve and began ripping into him.

"You had James investigated? Who told you that you could meddle in my private life?" demanded an obviously angry Stephanie. "I'll be the one to decide who I spend time with!"

Both Diane and Paula hurried toward Stephanie but stopped short when Gwen motioned to them. She was confident that Steve would be able to patch things up with Stephanie.

"I looked into his background and character, if that's what you mean," replied Steve evenly. "Do you think I'd bother to do that if I didn't care for you? Do you think I'd call in favors, and spend time and money on just anyone? Do you think so little of me that you'd believe I'd ever do anything to hurt you? Do you want me out of your life? Is that it?"

"Maybe I do if you're going to try to run my life!" retorted Stephanie quickly. "You think everything's about you. You decide who's in your group, who works for you, who's good enough for each of us girls, and who isn't. Everyone has to meet your approval or they're out on their ass."

"Maybe I am a bit overbearing, and I might be a little overprotective, but all of our friends and relatives mean a great deal to me, especially you. I'd rather have you hate me for the rest of my life than make another mistake like I made with Ashley and that guy that claimed to be Neary. She was almost killed! And it was my fault! I don't want to have to go through that again!" 

"You think that situation with Ashley was your fault? You saved her life, with Pete's help. She never blamed you. Just ask her. Is that why you're being such a jerk?"

"I'm being a jerk because when I wasn't careful, I came close to getting Ashley killed," admitted Steve. "If she had been, I don't know where I'd be right now. If something happened to you, Steph, I don't know what I'd do. I feel bad that you're upset, but I won't apologize for doing my best to make sure you're safe."

"Maybe I was a little hasty," sobbed Stephanie. "I thought you were trying to find out something about James so that I wouldn't like him; that you wanted to turn me against him. I should have known better."

"Steph, I only want for you to be safe and happy. I didn't want to make the same mistake again. If it helps any, I had Richard Drake investigated even more thoroughly," revealed Steve. "I let Ashley down once and I swore I'd never do that again, with any of those that I loved."

"Will you forgive me?" asked Stephanie contritely. "I was wrong to be upset with you. If there's one man in the world besides Dad that I can depend on, it's you. I know that. Did you say that you love me?"

"I did," grinned Steve. "Maybe it's the London fog getting to my head. Let's forget this ever happened. Bring James over and I'll apologize to him in front of you."

"No need for that!" interjected the Brit as he stepped closer to Steve and Stephanie. "I feel that I must confess that my family did a tad bit of snooping into Stephanie's background, as well. I thought our sources were very discreet, but you found out about it, didn't you?" 

"I was told that someone had been checking on Stephanie and when I heard they were British, I knew it was you, or your family. I knew why, and I felt justified in returning the favor. If it's any consolation, Steph, James has passed with flying colors. He's one of the good guys."

"You men make me so mad!" snarled Stephanie as she wrapped her arms around Steve's neck and kissed him with passion. "I'll never complain about anything you do again."

When Stephanie turned to look at James, she became aware that everyone had witnessed her meltdown. Her mother stood next to Gwen with tears on her cheeks while Gwen wore a broad smile.

"Gwen! I didn't mean to accuse Steve, I mean he did it, but he was just, I'm not upset at him anymore. Are you angry with me?"

"We're family. We watch out for our own and Steve happens to be the biggest believer of that maxim," replied Gwen as she hugged Stephanie. "You forgot for a little bit, but you know the guy would do anything in his power to save you pain. We accept your apology and promise that we'll continue to love and support you any way that we can." 

While Gwen was speaking to Stephanie, Ashley moved up to Steve, threw her arms around his neck, and pulled him down for a kiss. "Thank you," was all she said.

Once things calmed down, James explained that his organization, WHO, had managed to sell rights to broadcast the telethon to an American network. Rather than carry the full twelve hours, they paid handsomely for the broadcast rights to the four hours Gwen, Jordan, Steve, and Charlie would be playing. 

Contributions had increased and the telethon itself was expected to be a great success. James stated that WHO was delighted with the response, as well as the anticipated interest and contributions, and had asked James to thank everyone for them.

The actual telethon took place in Wembley Stadium. Temporary seating had been added on the playing field. When the lights when up for their portion of the concert, Jordan, Gwen, Steve, and Charlie were met with a hundred thousand fans roaring their approval. They played just over four hours and it was later reported that over half the pledges that for the entire telethon were received while the Americans were on stage.

The group spent a few days sight-seeing through England and Ireland before the day came to fly to the Mideast to perform on the aircraft carriers. Before they departed Gwen, Jordan, Steve, and Charlie crossed Abbey Road while their friends snapped photos. They did it several times until Billy felt that they had recreated the famous Beatle Album cover as well as they could.

"I'll send this back to Dad and he'll have it on our wall before we get back home. This is going to be one of my favorites!"

Gwen and the other women were surprised by one of the things Steve told them before they left England. "When we're on the ships, we'll travel in different groups. We guys will be together and you ladies will be together, at least much of the time. What I want to avoid is for any of you to be hanging with your boyfriends or husbands, and that includes Diane and Paula."

"You don't want us to stay close to our men?" asked a surprised Kate. "We'll be surrounded by horny sailors. Will we be safe?"

"You'll be on a US Naval vessel and you'll be very safe," promised Steve. "We're trying to lift morale, and seeing beautiful women with husbands and boyfriends close to them won't help much. You ladies have to be outgoing and interested in whatever parts of the ship the men show you. Wear sexy outfits and flirt with the sailors. They'll never forget you, but they'll never hurt you. Just be yourselves and smile at everything. You represent what they're fighting for. They have wives, sisters, girlfriends, mothers, and daughters back home. For the short time you're on the ship, you'll represent their women, especially wives and girlfriends. They'll be over the moon if you smile and enjoy interacting with them."

"I can see what you mean, but what will you guys be doing?" asked Lisa. "Will you be bored or jealous?"

"There'll be hundreds of female sailors and we'll try to raise their spirits. When we're with men, we'll make crude jokes and swear a lot. They'll love us, too, but in a different way and for different reasons," predicted Steve.

Early on July 3rd, several military transport helicopters landed on the USS Theodore Roosevelt. All of the crew members that were allowed gathered on deck to see the famous guests get off the helicopters. 

Lady in Red Productions was filming as much of the action on both aircraft carriers as they could. A network had committed to buying a four hour special to be broadcast the evening of July 4th. One of the goals was to show as many of the crew members as possible. The reason was so that their families and friends would want to tune in to see them on TV as they met the famous visitors. 

When the doors to the first chopper opened and Jordan jumped out, quickly followed by Gwen, cheers rang across the deck. The fact that both women wore short skirts and low tops did not go unnoticed. As the rest of the passengers climbed out, it became apparent that the helicopter brought nothing but beautiful women! They all smiled and waved as cheers and whistles echoed around the giant ship.

The Captain greeted the ladies. When he offered to shake hands with Jordan and Gwen, they simple hugged him and smiled. The Rear Admiral was also there to greet them and a roar went up again when Jordan and Gwen gave him a warm hug as well. Right from the start, the crew knew that their guests were not going to be difficult or snobbish. Every man in attendance had the dream of meeting one or more of the women as they toured the ship.

When Steve and Charlie dropped out of the second chopper, there was some polite clapping and yells of approval, but nothing like the ladies had received. When Chip hit the deck, he turned and spoke to Jason.

"It's good to know that these guys haven't been out to sea for so long they forgot the difference between men and women! I would have wondered if they had greeted us like they did our ladies. This is going to be fun!" 

The morning and early afternoon was a whirlwind of activity, especially for the ladies. They broke into smaller groups and were escorted on tours around the ship. Gwen and Jordan were extra complimentary and gracious as they were surrounded by sailors everywhere they went. All of the women drew crowds and were asked for photo opportunities and autographs. Cheryl was traveling with Gwen and Jordan. She constantly took videos and still of as much as she could.

"These guys may have been on this ship too long," commented Cheryl after touring the bridge. "They're asking me for my email and phone number! That's pretty desperate." 

"Look at those long legs and that cleavage," chuckled Jordan. "These guys may have been on a ship for months, but they still know what they like, and you've got it all. Maybe you haven't realized how attractive you are, but these sailors are great judges of beauty and you're very popular. That means you're a darn good looking girl. Just enjoy it, but don't break any hearts."

It was while they were touring the jet aircraft on the deck that Gwen noticed a sailor looking at her quite intently. She studied the man's face for several seconds and suddenly her face lit up.

"Arnold? Arnold Gavin?" queried Gwen as the man broke into a big grin. "I haven't seen you since we graduated. Jordan, you remember Arnold Gavin, don't you?"

"Of course," answered Jordan as she moved to the man and hugged him warmly. "You helped me with American History. I don't think I would have passed that course if you hadn't been so kind!"

Once Jordan released the man, Gwen moved in and hugged him even tighter. Arnold Gavin's face was red but he was grinning from ear to ear. His shipmates watched in awe as the two most beautiful women in the world hugged him! Arnold knew that his status on the ship was going to shoot way up. He chatted briefly with both women, who insisted on having several pictures taken with him. In one he had an arm around each of them as they kissed his cheek while his buddies groaned and whistled. 

Lady in Red had flown two jumbotrons in earlier in the week and had them set up on the deck. A makeshift stage had been erected and Jordan and Gwen spent some time looking it over. The two of them conferred for a few minutes and then asked the Lieutenant with them if they could speak to the Captain about the show.

After explaining what they had in mind, the Captain had a brief discussion with the Rear Admiral and then agreed to their request.

During the day, Steve and Charlie found themselves very popular with the females on the ship. They answered all sorts of questions, except the very personal ones, and posed for hundreds of photos. They always managed to leave the women with big smiles on their faces.

"Would you dance with me tonight?" asked one very outgoing woman. "I know you don't mind dancing with back women. I saw videos of you with Naomi Wilson and you sure didn't mind holding her in your arms."

"I'll see what I can work out, if you'll promise me we won't be concerned about color," replied Steve. "I resent that you felt that you had to suggest that I would be racist if I refused to dance with you. You're an attractive woman, and I don't mean that you're attractive for a black woman! I think you'll do much better in the Navy if you get over thinking that a person's race, religion, or ethnicity determines their success."

The woman was surprised at Steve's response, but refused to give up. "Okay, maybe that was out of line and I apologize. But will you dance with this lonely sailor tonight?"

"We hadn't actually planned on interacting with the audience, but now that you bring it up, it may be a great idea," replied Steve. "Charlie, will our microphones work if we're very far from the stage?"

"Let's go test them," responded Charlie. "That would be a great idea to interact with some of the audience tonight. Let's run it by the girls."

As luck would have it, July 4th was going to have a full moon, but it was going to be almost full on the third, and it would be coming up shortly before the concert began. Charlie once again worked it into the production.

When it came time for the concert, Gwen and Jordan made their way across the deck, rather than appearing on the stage. They stood surrounded by sailors, male and female, as they sang the National Anthem with obvious emotion. When they finished a huge roar rolled across the deck as the two women worked their way to the stage. They entered a small room set up near the stage for wardrobe changes.

The girls came out in robes and joined Steve and Charlie, who were sitting on the back of the stage in robes of their own. Five sailors walked up on stage carrying what appeared to be a folded banner. The sailors walked to the back of the stage and unfurled the banner which simply stated 'God Bless America!'.

Bright lights suddenly turned on and the girls began the same discussion they had at the beginning of the Oscar telecast. Many of the sailors had either watched the show live, and most others had pulled the opening up on Youtube after hearing about it. There was excited anticipation as the scene began.

Soon Charlie and Steve were at the front of the stage performing 'Sharp Dressed Man' on their guitars while wearing just their boxers. Gwen and Jordan danced up to the front and sang the first stanza. The crowd was swaying to the beat as all eyes were glued to the stage or to the jumbtrons that had been set up. Gwen and Jordan danced to the back of the stage by the banner. They picked up underwear and slid them on under their robes. Then with their backs to the audience that could see them, they stood by the banner and dropped their robes. As they began to reach for their tops, the sailors holding the banner suddenly lowered it! 

Gwen and Jordan managed to cover their breasts with their hands and arms while bending down in an attempt to maintain their modesty. The audience roared its approval as two of the most beautiful women in the world stood before them topless. Even though they were unable to see much of the breasts of the two women, the men in the audience clapped, whistled and yelled their appreciation. After about twenty seconds, the men charged with holding the banner raised it back up. Gwen and Jordan quickly slipped their tops on, although it was apparent that the five men holding the banner watched every move they made.

Gwen and Jordan turned and shimmied back to the front of the stage in the tiniest of underwear and bustier tops, which propped up their gravity defying breasts even more. Somehow, they were exactly in time for the next stanza which they delivered and then pranced back to the area by the banner. They quickly pulled on short skirts and low tops before jiggling back to the front of the stage to join Steve and Charlie.

At this time, Gwen's sisters and girlfriends appeared in short, sexy sailor outfits and carried clothes for Steve and Charlie. They danced behind the guys as they played the guitars. As soon as the song ended, the girls helped the guys climb into standard sailor garb.

"These are what we call sharp dressed men!" announced Jordan as she and Gwen smiled and waved to the approving audience. 

The lights dimmed, although it was just dusk and it was pretty easy for everyone to see what was going on. The other band members rushed onto stage to join Steve, Charlie, and the drummer and quickly took their places. Less than a minute later, the familiar drum work for 'We Will Rock You' began and the stage was once again bathed in bright lights. 

It seemed like the entire ship trembled as every member of the audience stomped their feet to the drum beat. When Gwen pranced to the front of the stage and began singing and inviting the sailors to join in, the party began in earnest. Everyone joined in to sing the 'We Will Rock You' part so loudly that Steve wondered if they would be heard from shore.

They started the show with some of their rock hits but as the moon rose higher in the night sky, more ballads and love songs were performed. Jordan sang 'Stand By Me' before Gwen and Steve joined for 'Moon River'. Charlie and Jordan then did 'Moondance' and the audience loved them all. Gwen brought more than a few men and women to tears with her hit 'Woman in Love'. Jordan followed it with Willie Nelson's 'Crazy' and then she moved right into 'Always on My Mind', another Willie Nelson song. Charlie mesmerized the audience with his version of Kris Kristofferson's 'For the Good Times' and Rod Stewart's 'Have I Told You Lately That I Love You'. 




Lady in Red Pt. 02 Ch. 20



The Lady in Red group was approaching Blakely early the following afternoon when Gwen tapped Steve on the shoulder and indicated that she wanted him to pull over. She was addressing her friends as soon as they turned their bikes off.

"This may be a little tense up ahead, so we need to be cautious," stated Gwen. "I don't have to tell any on you that our men are capable of handling almost anything if we stay out of their way. However, we need to be smart, not tough, when possible. We have to find the reasonable people in the town and work on them. 

"I want to change places with Naomi and sit behind Jared. We're dealing with racial issues here and I think we need to show everyone that we don't subscribe to that type of stupidity. I'm as white as they come and Jared is pretty dark. Naomi is somewhere in between, but it'll be obvious to everyone that Jared and I are friends, as are Steve and Naomi. I hope that our friendship will help convince people to listen to us. Any ideas or suggestions?"

"How about I climb on back of Billy's bike and Charlotte rides with Jeff?" proposed Julie Wilson. "Jeff is dark and Charlotte is fair skinned. Billy will have to live with my chest pushed against his back the rest of the way. If he can deal with that, we should get going."

"The only thing better would be if you drove and I rode behind you," grinned Billy. "We'd both have our hands full."

"Dad! These awful men lust after your wife. You must feel terrible," pouted Naomi as she concealed her grin.

"Don't worry about me," deadpanned Jeff. "Charlotte, that's not the handlebar you're gripping so tight!"

"Sorry, Mr. Wilson!" laughed Charlotte as she went along with his joke. "I bet I can steer with it though. It feels like a big joystick!" 

National Guard troops were in Blakely when Steve and Naomi led the group into town. Pedestrians recognized them within seconds. Steve rode toward the downtown area not far from where the property they intended to buy was located. As they approached, it became readily apparent that there were some angry people on the streets.

As planned, the group stopped at various points along the main street. People were gathered in groups and the tension was tangible. Guard troops patrolled the sidewalks. Many of the businesses had plywood over the windows, although the doors were still open for business. It would only take the owners a matter of minutes to seal off their business if need be.

Steve took Naomi's hand and walked into a small diner near where he had parked his bike. He saw that his friends were going into various businesses up and down the street as locals pointed at them and spoke excitedly to each other. 

Steve led Naomi up to the counter and offered her a seat before taking one himself. At older black man watched him from behind the counter and nodded when Steve took his seat.

"We'd like to get something to eat," stated Steve calmly. "I understand there are some problems here. Do you have any trouble serving lunch to Naomi and me, Sir?"

"Are you kidding? I'd be proud as hell to serve you both. I was in the Navy in Vietnam and I appreciate what you folks are doing for veterans. What would you like?"

Steve and Naomi ordered, and as they waited for their lunch, they questioned the old man about the situation in the area. He was a fountain of information and wasn't shy about expressing his opinions.

"The real problem, as I see it, is no jobs and no real education for most of these young people. The Madison Plant shut down last year and things have been sliding downhill ever since. Now we have outsiders, white and black, coming to town to try to keep things stirred up so they can be on TV and write books about their experiences. They don't care about this town or its residents," insisted the old man.

"Our company is interested in buying that plant to make action figures. That shouldn't be too much different than the dolls and plastic figures Madison made. How would that be accepted here?" asked Steve. "We have no interest in pouring money down a rat hole. We need employees that show up every day and aren't risking their lives to do so. What are the chances we could be successful here?"

"I'd say they were good if you pay a decent wage and make it clear what you expect. If these folks had some money, they'd be a hell of a lot happier and much better citizens. That's assuming you'd hire locals and not have outsiders taking all of the jobs," replied the old man thoughtfully.

"We want to discuss this with people that are regarded as leaders of the community, from all backgrounds. We'll pay well over minimum wage. We'd donate to the local schools and a few other civic organizations, but we need to feel comfortable that it would be appreciated and we'd be welcome in this community," reasoned Naomi. "My father is retired Navy and he, along with my mother, are going to be in charge of production here, if my friends are convinced that it'll work."

"Your parents are black, right?" asked the old man before he smiled when Naomi grinned and nodded. "There may be a few skinheads that won't work for a black boss, but most of these people really don't care as long as they can feed their families. We don't have a race problem, although you wouldn't know it from the media coverage. We have a survival problem. We need to be able to pay our bills and support our families. If the folks around here can do that, there won't be any race issues. I'm pretty sure of that!"

An hour later the group gathered near Charlie's bike as agreed upon earlier. They quickly discussed what they had learned.

"It seems to be the opinion of most of the business people that the real issue here is poverty and crime," summed up Jeff Wilson. "The race thing is a result of too many dogs fighting over the few scraps left in this town. They're desperate people and they're doing desperate things."

"The teenage boys kept asking about Steve and Jared," revealed Charlotte. "They wanted to know if you guys would talk football with them. For some reason, Billy's exploits at state went unmentioned by these uninformed fans."

"All I heard about was how beautiful Gwen, Jordan, Naomi, and the rest of the women are," responded Julia Wilson. "A few even mentioned they thought I looked pretty hot. I think you ladies could give these local girls some fashion tips and somehow bring in how important education is to them."

"You know what? Julia hit the nail on the head!" exclaimed Lisa. "We can't make people like or respect each other by telling them to do so. We need to change the atmosphere here. We should stay a few days and have the guys do some sports stuff while impressing upon the young men how important education, discipline, honor, and pride are. We ladies, especially the more famous ones, need to do the same about clothes, music, movies and fashion with the young women while explaining how education, self esteem, discipline, and honor are important in their lives."

"Let's turn this into a holiday sort of thing rather than some sort of riot," suggested Charlie. "Let's offer to pay the businesses to provide services for the locals. Let's make it a big block party with lots of food and non-alcoholic drinks."

"We need to get things rolling then. The cable news networks are all over the place, just waiting for some violence to breakout," observed Gwen. "Let's start doing some interviews. We'll tell them we want to meet with local leaders about possibly opening the factory, helping the school district, and the police department. We want to create good jobs, improve education, and lower crime. Sounds like a political speech, doesn't it?"

"It does, except we intend to carry through and make it work," insisted Jordan. "Let's find some of those news people and get the word out."

Two hours later, Steve and Gwen and their entourage were seated at the front of the meeting room at city hall. The place was packed to overflowing once the interviews had been broadcast. News crews and cameramen lined the walls.

The mayor, a distinguished looking older man asked for quiet and then stated the purpose of the gathering. "We have the owners of a large company with us here today. They want to talk to us about the possibility of opening the Madison Plant again. They can tell us a little about their plans and then we'll be able to ask questions. I'll turn the floor over to them."

Lisa had been designated as the point person for the group. She stepped up to the podium and gave a brief introduction. "Lady in Red Productions has an option to purchase the Madison Plant. We'd like to retool it and get it in production as soon as possible. We plan to make action figures, mostly of Jordan, Charlie, Steve, and my sister Gwen. We also expect a big demand for Naomi's figure."

Lisa stopped speaking. She laughed as many members in the audience, including her husband and his friends, all began agreeing quite vocally with her last sentence.

"Okay, maybe that was a poor choice of words, but it appears they were pretty accurate," continued Lisa as she selected her words more carefully. "We'll have little plastic objects that resemble many of the rest of us, too. 

"The only thing holding us back is the civil unrest here in Blakely. We're willing to invest substantial sums if we feel comfortable with the workforce, the work environment, and the safety of our people. We need your local civic leaders to convince us that we're wanted here. We need to know there won't be riots, arsons, murders, and general mayhem when we take over the plant. Does anyone care to comment?"

"These people need guarantees that they'll be treated fairly and not..."

"Please identify yourself, Sir," interrupted Lisa. "Who are you and where do you live?"

"I'm Reverend Big Bill Bendix! You must have seen me on TV. I have my own cable news show," blustered the large man as he glared at Lisa.

"Sir, we have no interest in what you have to say. We're asking for input from local leaders, not TV personalities looking for ratings," stated Lisa firmly. "Are there any local leaders that would like to comment?"

"You can't do that!" complained Big Bill. "I have a lot of viewers and..."

By the time he managed to say that much, Jared and Chip moved in front of him. Jared spoke softly, but his voice carried across the room.

"Your choices are to either remain quiet, or leave the room. It's that simple."

Big Bill quickly sat back down, but his anger was evident. Another man stood and spoke to Lisa.

"I'm Harvey Wingate. I own the gas station on the corner of Main and 2nd Street. This area needs jobs bad. The unrest we've been going through is mostly about despair and lost hope. We need you to open that plant, especially if you'll pay a decent wage. Most of the people that live in the area are honest, hard working folks, if they just get the chance."

"How many black employees will you have?" asked a tall black man in the first row. "I'm James Hardy and I'm on the school board at Central High.

"Good question," responded Lisa. "We won't have black employees."

Lisa's statement set off a loud round of indignant reactions from the blacks in attendance and many of the whites. Lisa let the complaining continue for a short while before getting the crowd to quiet down.

"We won't have white employees, either. We won't have gay employees. We won't even have male or female employees," added Lisa. "We want dependable, honest, capable employees. When we hire people, we will not designate race, religion, gender, ethnicity, or sexual preferences in our files. If the Feds decide that they need the information for their records, they can gather it themselves.

"I'd like to introduce the team that will manage this plant, if we decide to proceed with the purchase. They'll give you an idea of what we're expecting to accomplish. Will Jeff and Julie Wilson please come up?" requested Lisa. 

As the couple made their way to stand next to Lisa, she began the introductions. "Jeff spent 30 years in the Navy. He retired as master chief petty officer, which he tells us means simply that he worked for a living. Julie Wilson has an extensive background in education and her most recent position was principal of Sherman Central High School.

"This couple has agreed, after numerous pleadings from Lady in Red Productions, to manage the plant, if we go through with the purchase. Make no mistake about this. We have complete and total confidence in these two. Their decisions will be supported without question by the owners. They will be in complete control of this plant."

It did not go unnoticed that Lady in Red Productions was placing a black couple to head up the new project. Even more impressive to those in attendance was the unequivocal support they received from the owners.

More citizens joined in the discussion. Lisa asked Jeff and Julie to respond to most of the questions regarding the plant, production, the workforce, pay and benefits. When Jeff stated the starting wage, everyone sat up straighter and paid closer attention. When he added the benefit package, even bigger smiles broke out all over the room.

"There are a few more things we want you to consider," summarized Lisa once it appeared that Jeff and Julie had answered most of the questions about the plant. "Our company will offer a grant to the local police department. We will guarantee two million dollars a year for at least ten years if certain reasonable conditions are met. Half the monies each year will be spent on training and equipment, like vests and body cameras for local law enforcement. The other half will be used to hire new officers each year. These new hires will be military veterans, when possible. They will also be local. They will be hired based on qualifications, but we expect these new recruits to be a rather diverse group, if you understand what I'm saying. We've spoken to the police chief and mayor and they're onboard with this. 

"We'll donate new computers, teaching aides, and other equipment to both of the local high schools. We'll set up scholarships for those that are accepted to college and can't afford to go. We'll also help those students that feel a trade school would suit their talents and skills more closely. We'll support and encourage the study of music and the other arts at these schools.

"In short, we want this community to thrive and to carry our production facility along with it. We feel it's a win/win situation, if this community can overcome whatever distrust, fear, ignorance, and hatred its citizens may harbor," finished Lisa.

"There are a few more items we'd like to share," stated Stephanie as she finished conferring with Steve, Gwen, Jordan, and Charlie. "Jordan, Gwen, Naomi, and some of the rest of us women will be available to discuss all sorts of things that might interest teenage girls and young women. We'll be meandering down Main Street this evening and tomorrow. People, especially young women, are encouraged to ask us about making movies, music, fashion, and educational opportunities.

"At the same time, and again on Main Street, Jared, Steve and their buddies will be available to discuss sports, especially playing football, as well as various career choices and educational opportunities both in and out of the military. They'll even talk about making music and movies if there's any interest.

"We've contracted with all of the restaurants and eateries in the area to provide food and non alcoholic drink to folks tonight, free of charge! We're also offering incentives to clothing stores to offer huge discounts on their inventories. The National Guard has already planned to close Main Street to vehicular traffic after dusk, so we're going to make it a big block party. We've decided that if we find the local citizens willing, and hopefully, eager to join our company workforce, we'll be buying the plant and begin production as fast as possible. It's now up to the good people of Blakely to determine their destiny." 

When Stephanie finished speaking, those in attendance began clapping and cheering as they stood and prepared to leave the crowded meeting room. Smiles were seen on most of the faces as everyone discussed the events of the day and how it would benefit their town.

News stations had covered the meeting and reporters rushed to positions where they could broadcast back to their stations. All of the Lady in Red owners, along with Julie, Naomi, and Jeff Wilson were interviewed by various stations. Business owners and school students were asked for their opinions. It was soon obvious to the viewers across the nation that the anger, despair, and violence of the previous few days was rapidly giving way to hope and optimism.

That evening, cable news stations broadcast from Blakely, much like they had the previous three nights, but with one huge difference. While downtown was very crowded, there was very little animosity and only minor disputes. The people from Lady in Red Productions were shown interacting with the locals. Steve and Jared could be seen showing some older teens various football techniques and training methods. Steve entertained the crowd by throwing long passes to six different young men that played on the two local school teams. Jared spent time demonstrating different types of pass rushes and the basics of tackling.

Jason, Chip, Jeff, and Pete, spent a lot of time explaining what would be expected of military recruits and what the military offered that would benefit those recruits. Charlie worked mostly with kids interested in music, from playing instruments to composing. All of the men stressed how important degrees were, no matter what career the young people chose.

The women were besieged by girls wanting to know everything about careers in movies, modeling, and music. They devoted a great deal of time extolling the virtues of sound educations for the young women, regardless of what career track they pursued and how successful they were. 

Gwen, Jordan, or some of the others were often seen taking a girl by the hand and heading into a boutique or clothing store to put together an outfit for them. No bill was ever presented to any of the young women being outfitted.

Just before eleven PM, Governor Fisher of Illinois arrived on Main Street. He made a point of thanking Steve, Gwen, Jordan, Charlie, the Wilsons and all of the others for the incredible turnaround in Blakely. He commented on how much the National Guard was now enjoying its assignment, and how they'd better enjoy it since it appeared that they would be going back home very soon. 

Back in Washington, Vince and Cindy Rosen sat in their home watching the coverage with Senators Chatham and Mason. "Last night we saw cars overturned and burned on the streets of Blakely. Tonight, it's a block party!" observed an amazed Cindy Rosen.

"It's a remarkable turnaround," agreed Senator Chatham. "That group, especially Gwen and Steve, seems to have no limit. They transformed a highly volatile situation into a cause to celebrate. They'll keep their word about jobs and what they'll pay. I've never met more honest, sincere people in my life."

"This has never happened before that I know of," began Senator Mason, "And that has become a comment frequently used when speaking about those two. When I think about it, I've never seen a Navy Lieutenant and freshman congresswoman propel a candidate to win his party's nomination for the presidency of the United States before."

"They've made a huge difference," agreed Vince Rosen. "Cindy and I have discussed it until we're blue in the face. Will they call in their markers at some point? They've never hinted that they expect anything from me in return for their support. That's another thing that never happens in Washington."

"I've been wondering about that, too," stated Chatham. "What will they expect from you if they manage to help you get elected? My gut feeling is that they'll expect to have the chance to offer opinions on certain issues and perhaps ask you to exert some influence behind the scenes. They'll never ask you to betray your oath of office, or give them an unfair advantage. I'm sure of that."




Lady in Red Pt. 02 Ch. 20



"Look at how the kids are flocking around them, hanging on every word they say," pointed out Cindy Rosen. "They're treating all the people very well, regardless of race, gender, or how they're dressed. What an example they're setting for the rest of the country. That's the strength of that group. They make us proud to be Americans, and that hasn't been happening a lot lately. We're watching history being made. Everything they do is bigger than life." 

Steve had been tossing passes to some of the kids that played on the local school teams. One tall black kid caught his attention. He appeared to be extremely fast and quite talented. Steve held the ball as he gave the kid instructions.

"I want you to run straight down the street to that second light pole. Then cut left toward the barber shop door. I want you to look for the ball after you make the turn and expect it in your chest as soon as you turn to look. Now, let's clear the street down there and see what you can do."

"I'll catch it, if you can throw it that far," guaranteed the tall teen. "That's gotta be forty yards, at least.

"The ball will be there. Let's see what kind of speed you have, and if your hands are like a couple of bricks," responded Steve with a grin.

Billy and Jared quickly got people to clear the street so Steve could throw the pass to the kid. People stopped what they were doing to watch. It became rather quiet as Billy stepped over the ball to snap it to Steve. The kid lined up on the right side and waited for Billy to hike the ball.

Billy sent the ball backward to Steve as he stood in the shotgun position. Steve watched the kid fly down the street. Just before he made his turn by the light pole, Steve wired the ball. The kid made his cut and the ball hit him in the chest within two strides. Spectators were amazed at the velocity of Steve's pass, but even more stunned when the kid grabbed the ball as it hit his chest, seemingly with no effort.

"What kind of marks do you get in school?" asked Steve as the teen trotted back with the football. "What's your name? I think we need to introduce you to some college recruiters."

"My name's Rick Charles. I'm the guy with two first names," joked the talented teen. "I get mostly B's and some C's in school. I don't know if I'm smart enough to go to college. No one in my family ever has."

"That attitude is the first thing we have to change, Kid," declared Billy. "I only played division three football, but we never had a kid that could've made the catch you just made. You're obviously a smart kid. With some work on both your grades and your game, you could get a scholarship to a lot of different schools."

"Would you be interested in the Naval Academy?" questioned Steve. "The requirements are pretty strict, but they sure need a receiver with your speed and hands. If you tell me that you're willing to work your ass off, I'll promise to do my best to get you into Annapolis. If that doesn't work, we'll get you a scholarship to some lesser school, like Penn State."

"Hey! I heard that!" boomed Jared. "Penn State needs skilled players, so maybe he should forget about being a sissy Navy boy and shoot for the stars. He could go to Penn State and take ROTC and become an officer in the Army."

"You really think I could play for a major school?" asked the kid in amazement.

"I'm formulating a plan even as we speak," replied Steve. "Our company will get a few tutors lined up for the kids in your school that want to go to college and need to improve their grades. We'll hire a trainer to work with any guys that truly want to improve their mechanics, strength, and conditioning for football, or for any reason. What I'll need from you and a few others is your word that you'll do the absolute best you can in everything you try."

"I heard that idea! Let's include any girls that want to improve," insisted Jordan as she walked up to where Steve and the guys were talking. "There are more than a few girls here that want to further their education and need to bring their grades up. I'm sure there are some that could get athletic scholarships as well, if they really work at it. Let's set something up!"

The friends stayed out well past midnight, speaking to people individually and in groups. They answered questions about the opening of the plant, how they'd help the schools, and work with the high school kids to gain entrance into institutions of higher education.

Steve couldn't help but notice the negative attitudes and remarks of more than a few locals, especially young men about his age. He also noticed that race didn't seem to know any boundaries when it came to young men that had lost hope and direction. He knew changing the outlook and attitudes of these characters would be a very difficult task. The school age kids and those just out of school appeared much more interested in the possibility of college and good jobs. Steve feared that the twenty-something group would fall through the cracks. He wondered if there was a way to reach them to any measurable degree.

After the first peaceful night Blakely had experienced that week, Steve, Gwen and friends were up early. They enjoyed breakfast in the restaurant Steve and Naomi had first visited. By the time they had finished eating, they were surrounded by youth of various ages, races, and both genders.

Gwen and Naomi listened intently when a black teenage girl spoke quietly to Steve. "Do you think Naomi is as pretty as the white girls in your group, or do you think white girls are prettier?"

Steve looked at the girl as he formulated his response. "I honestly think that Naomi is beautiful. I've never seen a more beautiful woman. I've told her that quite a few times. You can ask her if you don't believe me. All of these women are beautiful, but none more so than Naomi. Look at her mother, sitting across the table from us. She's gorgeous, too.

"Are you really trying to ask me if black girls are as pretty as white girls? If so, let me say this. Skin color has no bearing on beauty. I've seen what appeared to be an attractive woman look really bad simply because of her attitude. If a woman is smart, active, capable, and sensitive to her friends and family's needs, men will find her attractive, regardless of the color of her skin. 

"Beauty is also quite subjective. Some men prefer tall girls and some like shorter girls. Some like thin girls and some like more voluptuous types. But all men are attracted to women that are intelligent, honest, happy, and confident. You're a lovely young woman, but that isn't enough. You need to learn, to grow, to always be responsible for your actions, and to make good decisions. Naomi has done all of those things, and a great deal more. Her loyalty, discipline, and intelligence all make her beauty even more impressive. She's been blessed with a fantastic body and great looks, but she's worked hard to be way more than just a beautiful woman. She's a great person."

All of a sudden Naomi surprised Steve by dropping into his lap and planting a big kiss on his lips. "You say the nicest things! I have no idea what I did to get such wonderful friends, but I'm so happy that I have all of you. I heard what you told this young woman. You sure have a silver tongue."

As she finished speaking, Naomi noticed the girl was looking in shock at Naomi sitting on Steve's lap. Then she'd look at Gwen and Jared to see their reactions and then back at Naomi.

"Don't worry about Gwen and Jared being upset. They know I love this guy, but it's as very good friends and not as lovers. As Steve just told you, we value loyalty and honesty. Gwen loves Jared and I'm cool with it. You can see why we ladies would fall for these handsome guys, but you know what? These guys will only be with their own lady and never with anyone else, if you know what I mean. All of us women feel safe and loved when we're with them. They're like brothers to us, except I probably wouldn't be sitting on my brother's lap and kissing him. Do you understand what I'm telling you?"

"I think so. You and Steve like each other a lot, but you don't have sex with him, right?" asked the girl.

"That's the very short version. My friends and I respect each other far too much to ever betray that friendship," responded Naomi. "A true friend will never do something to hurt you and will do almost anything to help you."

"Were you a good friend to Steve and Gwen ever since you met them?" questioned the girl.

"I'm not very proud to admit that I wasn't," recalled Naomi. "I was a combination of an elitist, a racist, and a regular jerk. Gwen, Jordan, and Ashley pretty much set me straight, along with my parents. I couldn't wrap my head around Steve finding a black woman attractive and how well his friends, and not just his girlfriend, stuck up for him. I realized I was mostly insecure and jealous, which are not good traits in a friend. I came to realize that if I trusted them as friends, they would treat me the same way. I had to learn to have faith in people, and that race had nothing to do with character, respect, discipline, and friendship." 

"That's right," agreed Gwen as she came over to join the conversation. "You have to become a friend before you can have a friend. Good friends are great to have. Jared saved my life by taking two bullets intended for me. Billy did the same for Charlotte. Pete was almost shot saving Becky and Ashley. Billy, Jason, and Chip each saved Steve's life at least once. Steve has returned the favor with Jason and Chip. Charlie was wounded helping us rescue Steve and Chip from terrorists in Iraq. Even my dad was wounded on that trip.

"The point I'm trying to make is that these people put friends before themselves. They're loyal, honorable men that care for and protect us women. We'd do much the same for them, if the need arose. These men are now 'brothers' without any blood in common. That seems to be one of the really good things that military training teaches them. They absolutely have to be able to trust their team to have their back. Without that trust, they wouldn't be able to do what they do. That sense of trust and honor has carried over into their everyday lives."

"It's hard to imagine having a friend like that," admitted the girl that first asked Steve the question.

"It really is. Now imagine having as many friends as you see here today with Naomi and me. But, as I said earlier, to have a friend like that, you need to become a friend like that first. Relationships are not easy and they always need attention and effort," concluded Gwen.

The friends spent the rest of the day meeting residents and discussing the plans for the factory, schools, police departments, and civic organizations. The sense of despair and futility had been replaced with hope. Later in the afternoon, Gwen, Jordan, Charlie, and Steve put on a little street concert using just a couple of acoustic guitars and a keyboard. The atmosphere was much more relaxed as locals mingled and danced with little regard to race or religion.

Early evening saw Steve and friends say their goodbyes to Jeff and Julie Wilson, who were staying in town to work on getting the factory up and running. It did not go unnoticed that Julie gave each of the men a hug and a kiss, while the other women did the same to Jeff. It was quite clear that owners of Lady in Red Productions really didn't appear to have any prejudices.

The group had just returned the motorcycles to the Harley dealer and was preparing to climb into two vans to transport them to the airport when Lisa answered a phone call from her mother. It was immediately obvious that something was wrong. Lisa motioned for Jason to follow her as she led him off to the side for an emotional few minutes on the phone.

Everyone waited with concern until Lisa returned her phone to her pocket and hugged Jason. It took her a couple of minutes to explain the situation to him between her sobs. Finally she managed to calm down. He hugged her shoulders as he led her back to the group to explain to them what Lisa had just been told.

"That was Paula. She and Diane took Theresa and Billy with them to the mall a little while ago to do some shopping. As they parked their car, two vans pulled up, one in front of their car and one behind it, effectively blocking them in. Several men with guns got out of each van and headed toward Paula, Diane, and the kids who were all still in the car.

"All Hell broke loose. Paula told Lisa that the guys with guns suddenly started dropping as they were immediately engaged by another group with guns. It was over pretty fast. The men still standing dragged two injured men back to the vans and drove off, leaving three others lying dead on the pavement!" 

"Was it a gang war or something?" asked a stunned Kate. "Is everyone okay? Do they know what happened?"

"Paula told Lisa that once the vans left, three women ran to their car to see if they were alright. Each of them carried a handgun. That's when Paula realized that they were the ones that had engaged the men in the gun battle! Yes, they're fine, but they're all pretty shaken up. One of the women was bleeding from her leg, but it didn't appear too serious.

"I have a lot of questions," stated Jason." One of the first is; who were the women that defended our family so well?"

As Steve listened to the story of the attack, he felt anger and relief battling for control of his emotions. Everyone was looking to him for an explanation, but he slowly turned to Charlie and arched an eyebrow.

"I made an executive decision a couple weeks ago," admitted Charlie when everyone's gaze turned to him. "While we were in Russia, Steve asked me to find security for our loved ones, and I promised I would. I've interviewed a few agencies, although we were so busy, I had trouble finding the time.

"One agency really stood out, so I hired them on an interim basis until I could present the entire agreement to everyone for approval. They've been watching the folks back home and setting up living accommodations in Sparta for the last week. I was going to ask for a meeting with them when we returned from the Nimitz, but we wound up flying here so fast, we didn't have the time."

Lisa sobbed again as she flung her arms around Charlie and hugged him tightly. "You saved my family! Thanks so much for being so dependable and so smart! You're going to be the best father possible. Those women were godsends!"

"I didn't do anything special. I simply followed through on Steve's request to find security for everyone. He deserves the credit," replied Charlie modestly.

Gwen stepped in and embraced Charlie once Lisa released him. She kissed him soundly on the lips and then announced, "I have the best sisters and brothers in the world. Jordan, you found a winner in this guy. Thanks, Charlie, for coming through for us!"

Jordan beamed as everyone demonstrated how much they appreciated Charlie's diligence. Once everyone had hugged him or shook his hand, Jordan hugged Charlie's arm to her breast and smiled at everyone. 

"He's pretty good, isn't he? Thank God these guys identified the problem and took steps to correct it. I agree that he's going to be the best father ever. He'll make sure our kids are safe!" 

"Yeah," agreed Kate. "Those women were godsends, just like Lisa said. I guess that would make them Charlie's Angels!" 

On the flight back to Sparta, the women gathered to discuss the recent trip and the horrible attack on Paula and Diane. Gwen noticed that Steve, Jason, and the other men were having a very quiet discussion of their own. While they were not speaking loudly, Gwen could see the emotion wash across their faces. She decided that she would ask Steve about it later.

"I'll take point on this," insisted Jason. "These pricks tried to kill my family! I'm just asking for cooperation and unlimited finances to track these bastards down."

"You've got it!" replied Steve immediately. "We need to be proactive on this. I'll be damned if we just sit around waiting for them to take another shot at our women and children."

"We're all tough guys, or like to think that we are, but I'm going to start carrying from now on, where possible," continued Jason. "The girls need to be trained on weapons right away."

"That's one of the things I contracted the agency for," revealed Charlie. "They have several qualified instructors and they'll be teaching all of the women how to handle guns safely, and how to use them when needed. I asked the builder at Asgard to draw up plans for a gun range. It shouldn't take long to construct."

"You're way ahead of us, Charlie, thank God," responded Steve. "I'm going to make the perimeter wall and surveillance equipment a top priority. Pete, we're going to shift your duties to become head of security for Asgard. You can still travel a lot with Becky, but only after you make damn sure everything is set up and running smoothly with our home security. Any problems with that?"

"Of course not! I was wondering if I'd be out of a job once these new security people came on scene. I understand computers and security pretty well and what I don't know, I'll learn real fast. You can count on me!" promised Pete.

"There's one more thing we need to make clear right now," insisted Jason. "When I find out who's responsible for attacking my family, I'm going to make damn sure they're never able to try again. I'm talking about permanently."

"I understand and agree," nodded Steve as he looked at his friends. "The safety of our families exceeds any other consideration. This'll get ugly when we find the people responsible, and I don't care what shithole they're hiding in. We'll find them, and then we'll deal with them. Does this cause any concerns for any of you?"

"I was thinking the same way," agreed Charlie. "Jordan and our baby are more important to me than my own life. Count me in when the time comes to settle this. It's one of the reasons I'm so damn proud to have you guys as friends. You take care of family, come hell or high water."

"I don't think we need to explain this to the ladies," reasoned Chip. "They'll have plausible deniability if anything goes south on us. The less they know about it, the better. Count me in on the reckoning." 

Helicopters were waiting to transport everyone to Sparta when the Red Lady touched down. Lisa and Jason were especially anxious to get home to be with Theresa. The helicopters landed on the recently constructed pads at Asgard. Everyone quickly made their way to Paula's house. 

Lisa and Jason held their precious baby in their arms as Lisa's emotions overcame her and tears began falling. Once the girls finished hugging Paula and Diane, Steve held Paula's shoulders and simply looked at her face long enough to make Paula fidget. Then he swept her into a tight embrace as he almost crushed her to his chest. 

"Thank God you're okay," whispered Steve so only Paula could hear him. "I don't know what I'd do if something happened to you."

Paula had a few tears trickle down her cheek as she felt Steve's emotion. As she began to understand how much she meant to her daughter's beau, she wrapped her arms even more tightly around his broad back and began sobbing.

"Steve's pretty emotional," observed Kate. "The thought of losing Mom, Diane, Billy, and Theresa doesn't sit very well with him, does it? Mom didn't cry until he hugged her."

Diane, Will, and Billy were also present and Stephanie was quick to greet them all with warm hugs and kisses, especially for her little brother. The other girls waited their turn to express their relief and gratitude that everyone had survived the ordeal unscathed. It didn't go unnoticed that when Steve finally released Paula, Diane was in his arms and crying into his chest as she clung to him.

"I think that they finally feel safe," observed Charlotte. "No disrespect to Ted, Will, and the other men, but being in Steve's arms feels like the safest place in the world to the women in this family, and that includes all of us females. In a room full of alpha males, Steve is the top dog, so to speak. He's so cool about it that the other men don't feel competitive, or jealous. It's just how it is."




Lady in Red Pt. 02 Ch. 20



Gwen had watched her mother and aunt collapse in her boyfriend's arms. It was evident that he was special to them and she had found the interaction a bit confusing until Charlotte expressed her theory.

"I think you're right," agreed Gwen as she considered Charlotte's statement. "Mom and Diane needed to know Steve was back and prepared to face any situation to keep them safe. I don't think they even realize why they feel so emotional with him. I didn't until you came up with that idea. Steve is the center of this unit. He's the unspoken leader, especially in matters of our safety."

"Just as you are in most other areas," added Charlotte. "Between the two of you, we look for answers to every problem. When you're both here in Asgard, we all feel safe and content. I know that I do."

While Diane clung to Steve, Paula made a beeline for Charlie and embraced him tightly. "Those three women told us that you were the one that hired them to keep us safe. Thank God that you did! I don't want to even think how things would have turned out if you hadn't."

Charlie was pleased at the praise, but also little uncomfortable with it. "Steve asked me to find the best security possible, so that's what I did. It wasn't my idea. I just implemented it when Steve asked." 

Kate quickly spoke up. "We call the three girls that saved you 'Charlie's Angels'. How appropriate is that? Where are they, anyway? I want to thank them." 

"We're having a private lunch meeting at Billy's place tomorrow," announced Stephanie. "This meeting is for all of us here and will not be opened to the general public. We'll meet the people in the agency Charlie hired and get to know them. We'll discuss exactly what will be expected of us, and of them. Once that's done, we'll go over some other business that concerns all of you. Be there by noon, and no excuses." 

The following day saw everyone gather in a private room at Marsh's Landing. Beside the usual group, there were quite a few women present that were unknown to Steve and Gwen. Once everyone was seated, Charlie took the floor.

"These are the ladies that work for The Adams Agency. They come very highly recommended and I'd venture the opinion that they proved that the praise was well deserved. I'd like to introduce Mallory Burke, owner and founder of The Adams Agency."

A pleasant looking woman the Steve guessed to be in her early fifties stepped forward to address the group. "Charlie approached us right after he returned from your Russian adventure. He told me that your company wanted strong security, and he wanted it supplied almost exclusively by females. I told him that I felt I had the team for the job."

"Wait!" interrupted Kate. "Why would we want only females? Aren't guys supposed to be bigger and stronger, besides being a lot better to look at from where I'm sitting?" 

"I bet it was Billy's idea to hire females," guessed Charlotte. "And the other knuckle draggers went along with him!"

"I bet they insisted all the women either had big boobs, or gigantic boobs," laughed Kate. "We know how these guys think!"

"Please allow me to continue," insisted Mallory Burke. "I think some of these issues will be cleared up. Charlie explained that all of the men in your entourage are quite physically fit and most are trained in hand to hand combat, as well firearms. They feel quite capable of protecting themselves and their ladies when they are with them. Their concern is when they are away, or in certain obvious situations where they cannot accompany you, such as when you visit bathrooms, locker rooms, and the like. 

"He and his friends felt more comfortable leaving you alone with trained female security agents, rather than male agents. I believe Charlie words to me were that you are all incredibly beautiful women and male agents would find it difficult to remain professional and not ogle you ladies. He used the phrase 'having the fox watch the hen house'. Once I saw the uncommon beauty of all of you women in the group, I have to agree with Charlie's assessment."

"Yeah, and they can go with them shopping, to the opera, and soccer matches," added Billy. "There are quite a few times they won't have us manly men around to protect them. How about baby showers, bridal showers, or girls' night out? I'm not paying some guy to help a tipsy Charlotte home. I'd worry more about the guy we're paying than anything else."

"Thank you, I think," chuckled Mallory Burke. "We will have these twenty two female agents assigned full time to members of your entourage. They will live in the area we will always have several on call 24/7. We'll need to work out some living arrangements. If any of you ladies are going to be alone, even at home, I'd like one of our agents to be able to stay in your home with you. Any time your husband or boyfriend is not around, I want one of my agents to be near you.

"Another item that I insist upon is there is zero tolerance for sexual harassment. At the first indication of that happening, I will withdraw from the contract and will collect a hefty penalty. I want that understood," stated Mallory Burke firmly.

"In that case, we'll cut you a check for the penalty right now and part company," responded Steve firmly. "There will be no sexual harassment clause in our contract, period."

"You can't think I'll allow these attractive women to be subjected to sexual references and innuendos without some sort of penalty!" retorted Mallory Burke.

"That's exactly what I think and I'll explain why. My friends and I have been through the fires. We're men that are extremely appreciative of the female form. We work hard, play hard, and relax when we can. We make jokes and tease each other, as well as the women in our group. I don't want that to change.

"All of the women will groan when Billy makes some comment about their big boobs, ass, legs, whatever, but in reality they enjoy it because they know Billy. He's a great guy and one of us. He keeps the mood light and we need that more than you may realize. Charlotte and Kate make some pretty funny comments about us guys, our anatomies, and our sexual prowess. All of us do at times. It's what we do when we're relaxing. 

"I won't allow that to be lost because we have a bunch of people with vaginas nearby, or within hearing or sight. I guarantee you that none of us men will ever molest, intentionally insult, or malign any of your agents. By the same token, Billy could make a comment about the red head sitting on the end with the big hooters," suggested Steve as everyone's attention was directed toward the obviously busty red head with the big smile sitting on one end of the group of agents.

"That may seem crude, impolite, and inappropriate, but it'll happen. I can guarantee it. If Red gets all huffy and runs to the boss to complain about it, we have a problem," concluded Steve as everyone else sat in surprised silence.

"Steve is the last guy you'll ever hear make a comment like that under normal conditions, but he was making a point and I think it's valid," stated Gwen. "I have to admit I enjoy Billy's jokes, or the other guys looking at me or making somewhat suggestive comments. We're friends and we can do that. It makes us all closer. Do any of my female friends here ever feel uncomfortable with any of our male friends here? Do we have a problem I'm not aware of?"

"You mean other than Billy?" asked Jordan quickly. "I couldn't resist that one! Truthfully, I like the way all of the guys show their appreciation of my charms, even when I have clothes on! It's what we do. We're all monogamous, but we love to flirt and tease! I agree with Steve that we can't give that up. There has to be another agency that can accept our interactions."

"Mother, I think we need to strike that penalty clause," stated a tall, slim brunette sitting next to the buxom redhead. "Federal law covers sexual harassment already, but we really don't want to go there. This is a great opportunity for us individually, and for our agency."

"Let me ask the others," continued Mallory Burke's daughter. "Are any of you concerned about working with these people? They may joke of make comments about your ass or your big boobs, except in my case, they'll tease me about my little ones. Are any of you worried about that? This isn't an office situation. We're in the field and we have to conduct ourselves professionally, but not like snobs or frigid bitches."

"Speaking only for myself, Steve Hammer can make comments about my 'hooters' all day long," grinned the redhead. "I know a few things about the places they go and the things they do. I'd work naked if it gave me the opportunity to travel the globe, meet kings, queens, stars, presidents, and maybe my wealthy future husband. These are the good guys. There won't be any problems." 

"I think we're adult enough to endure any gestures, comments, or jokes thrown our way," continued the younger Burke. "If Lady in Red Productions is satisfied with our qualifications, I think we should get started. We can introduce ourselves and go from there."

"I often wonder who runs this agency," complained Mallory Burke jokingly. "My name's on all of the bills, but Sybil seems to make the decisions. You've heard from my daughter. Her name is Sybil Burke and she's also my partner in this business. In the field, the others take direction from her. 

"Next to Sybil is Janice Prince. She's the lovely redhead with the 'big hooters'. She's a top agent and she's a qualified firearms instructor."

"Excuse me?" interrupted Billy. "Did you just say that Ms. Prince is a top heavy agent?"

"No, I didn't, but that is also accurate. Now everyone can see why I tried to get the sexual harassment clause in the contract. Poor Janice is very shy and quite reluctant to have anyone realize just how impressive her breasts are."

"Yeah! That's why she's always sunbathing topless and wearing those low tops," interjected Sybil Burke. "Her greatest fear is that she'll meet someone with bigger, firmer boobs, or a guy that doesn't notice them."

"I sure won't be the one to disappoint her then," retorted Billy. "However, Jordan is pregnant and I expect that she may become a serious threat as far as bigger ones go. Janice will have to be able to live with that possibility because we're sure not going to hide Jordan and her natural wonders away just to make Janice feel good."

"Why thank you, Billy," responded Jordan calmly. "I appreciate how you stick up for me. I suspect that when my girls reach their full potential in a few months, you'll be 'sticking up' for me all of the time, if you get my meaning." 

"I do, and I will," asserted Billy immediately. 

"He already does!" blurted Charlotte. "No matter how tired he is, all I have to do is mention Jordan and he's ready for another round. Of course, he's that way no matter which of the girls I mention. When he's really tired, I ask him about Naomi's mom and he's all over me."

"That is way too much information!" complained Naomi. "Mom will be very pleased to hear it, but I'm just a little girl and I shouldn't hear how men lust after my poor mother."

Once the laughter died down, Sybil spoke. "See how it is, Mom. They're having fun. It's not insulting or perverted. We'll be fine."

"Actually, Billy is perverted," responded Jordan. "He's always asking us women to get naked and hop into the hot tub with him, or sunbathe with him, or Jello wrestle, or just about anything else that could possibly require taking off our clothes. We only recently learned that the other men here think exactly the same way and are just as perverted, but they lack Billy's more direct approach. Be prepared to be ogled by these mentally disturbed individuals if you're around us for any period of time. Take this as a warning." 

"But understand that these are our men. Many of you will fall in love with at least a few of these guys, but nothing will come of it," cautioned Lisa. "If one of you becomes too enamored with any of the guys, we'll probably ask that you be reassigned. We trust our guys, but we're not going to be stupid about it. You'll be spending most of your time with us women, and the kids that will be coming along. You will, by necessity, be around these handsome, virile men and Billy fairly often. They are not available, not even Billy."

"Thanks, Lisa," grinned Billy. 

All of the female agents were introduced by Mallory Burke. "I know you've asked to meet the ladies that thwarted the attack on Paula and Diane and the two children. I'm please to tell you that while any of the ladies here would have done the same, the three agents that day were Janice Prince, Helen Barnes, and my daughter Sybil. Helen received a minor leg wound from a stray bullet, but that was the extent of the injuries to my agents."

Jason and Lisa led the way to thank the three ladies. The rest followed closely. Gwen watched Steve as he waited for everyone else to thank the girls before he swept each of them into his arms and spoke very quietly into their ears as he embraced them. She decided to ask him about it when they were alone.

Once the meet and greet was over and lunch was consumed, Mallory and her agents left the restaurant. Stephanie stood and addressed the group. "First, we all need to thank Charlie for doing such a great job finding security. His decision-making probably saved Mom, Billy, Aunt Paula, and Theresa. We're all in his debt.

"Now for some business. All of you are here because you may be involved in some of the projects. Kate finished her second movie script. She had it almost completed while she was in school. I don't know when she has time to study law.

"Once you hear the title, you may guess the star of the movie. It's called 'Single Handedly' and it's an action comedy about a very attractive woman that lost a hand while in Iraq, but kept her spirit, her nerve, and her smoldering sexuality."

"Is this about Charlotte?" asked Billy as the others laughed.

"We want to begin filming right away. The hard part is that we want Gwen, Jordan, Charlie, and Steve to have roles in it. Becky is very popular, but we've concluded that the star power of the other four will increase the success of the movie and help take Becky to the next level. She'll be a bankable box office star. 

"We realize that the other four are making movies now, but we're going to jam their schedule for a few weeks to get all three movies made. The preliminary word on the two movies already being made is 'Wow'. We expect great success, both artistically and financially. Now we're asking you guys to make a third movie this summer. If we're going to be able to fund hospitals, aid in disasters, and do all of the other charitable work we want, we require a pretty good income stream.

"I can't believe that you guys have that much confidence in me!" exclaimed Becky. "Now I'm starring in a movie named after my having only one hand and I'm grateful as hell! I hate that I lost my hand, but it sure has created a lot of opportunities for me. Thanks so much!"

"Don't thank us. You've earned it, Becky. Our research shows that you're a bankable star now. We expect you'll be a major star by this time next year. We just hope you'll remember us when you become a huge success and you'll still make movies for us," replied Stephanie.

"Don't any of you ever doubt it!" replied Becky immediately. "No one else would treat me the way you guys do, and besides. I owe you way more than I can repay. That day Steve, Gwen, and Jordan stopped at our house was the day my life gained meaning and direction. I hate to think where I'd be if it weren't for them."

"We're going to give Pete a role to see how he does in front of the camera. If he does well, he'll be getting bigger parts in your movies. You don't get the pretty girl this time, Pete, but if you do well, you may next time."

"I understand. I'm just glad to have the chance. A year ago I'd be blaming my loss of a foot for not being made an immediate star. Watching Becky succeed has inspired me. I finally understand that I'm responsible for what I do and lacking a foot is no excuse for not working hard and making something of myself. I'll do my very best and make all of you proud that you took me into your group," promised Pete.

"We have two animated movies ready for voice over. One is about Gwen and Steve rescuing a school bus full of kids. The other is about Jordan and Charlie saving an orphanage. I know they sound a little childish, but that's the market we're trying to reach. 

"Charlie and Jordan have pretty much completed a new album with new songs, which they also wrote. Charlie expects it to be ready for release by Labor Day. He was everything set up for Gwen and Steve to record one of those 'Great American Songbook' albums. He'll need you guys to work pretty steady with him evenings and weekends since your time is limited. Jordan and Charlie will sing back-up and as usual, Charlie is producing it. Once again, we've done the research and people want to hear more of the classics from you two. Later, the four of you will do another Christmas album. The last one was huge.

"If we get time this fall, maybe on weekends, we'll tape a few TV shows to sell to the networks as specials. There's a lot of interest in you guys performing some live TV shows from various cities around the globe. We'll try to work those in after the New Year. Are there any questions?" concluded Stephanie.

"I'm tired out from just listening to all of that!" groaned Jordan. "I'll work as long as I can, but our baby will limit what I can do and where I can travel. The baby's health is always my first concern."

It was a week later that Jason and Steve learned that the men that attacked Paula and Diane were actually Chechen! Both men were totally surprised by that information. The FBI and Homeland Security assured everyone that they were making progress in finding the remaining attackers and would have them in custody soon, if they hadn't already fled the country.

"We both know that's total bullshit. They don't have any clue where those guys are," insisted a disgusted Jason. "At least we know the bastards are Chechen. I'll add that information to the feelers I have out. I'm offering a lot of money to people that help us locate these killers. Are you with me on that?" 

"Absolutely," replied Steve. "If we don't make a stand, every wannabe bad guy in the world is going to come calling at our door. Keep after them, no matter how long it takes, and how much it costs." 

A new normal quickly became routine in Asgard. Everyone started early and worked late to reach the goals Stephanie had outlined. Steve and Gwen worked very hard with Diane at the new dance routines for the film they were making. Becky's film began production immediately and often Gwen, Steve, Jordan, or Charlie had to go to that set to perform in scenes with Becky. Naomi was cast as Becky's best friend in the film, but Jared would only agree to a small role.

"I'll help any way I can, but I'm just not comfortable speaking on camera," revealed Naomi's boyfriend. That prompted Steve to begin planning an action film for the following year that would showcase Jared's good looks and toned body. Steve felt a good old fashioned 'Buddy' movie would get Jared more comfortable with filming.

Pete turned out to be surprisingly good in his first scenes, so the decision was made to give him Steve's role and let Steve take the part written for Jared.

"You're going to have a guy with one foot be the hero?" asked Pete incredulously. "I don't think that's ever been done."

"Look at it this way, we're not calling the movie 'Footloose', so it shouldn't be a big deal," teased Kate as everyone else on the set suddenly went very quiet.

Pete tried to glare at Kate for a few seconds before he broke into laughter. "I guess I can't expect any sympathy from anyone around here. Maybe the sequel will be 'Single Footedly'?"




Lady in Red Pt. 02 Ch. 20



Steve pretended to pout when he was told that Pete would be taking his role and thus have the love scene with Becky. His eyes lit up and a huge grin crossed his face when he was informed that he'd have one with Naomi in Jared's stead.

Because of Steve's time constraints, he was busy filming 'Single Handedly' when he wasn't working on one of the others. He found himself doing the love scene with Naomi quite early in the filming. Jared had declined to be in attendance for the scene.

Jordan had done her best to convince him otherwise. "Steve'll have her so hot; she'll need you to put out the fire. I've been there a few times and it's almost unbearable. You really should hang close."

Jared still declined, stating that he just wasn't comfortable watching Naomi romantically involved with some other man, even Steve. Jordan finally convinced him that he needed to be waiting for Naomi in her dressing room once the scene was done.

The director felt that he needed to take the time to coach Steve before the big scene. "This isn't about race. It's about a man and a woman. Don't allow her skin color to influence how you respond to her. I think..."

"You really need to stop now!" insisted Steve as Naomi nodded in agreement. "I don't need you to tell me to treat Naomi like the beautiful woman she is. I've known and loved her for years and our skin color is not a concern to either of us, but it sounds like it is to you. Think about what you were saying when you have a moment to reflect on it. This company will not tolerate any sort of racism, or discrimination. You direct the filming and we'll take care of the romance."

It required the afternoon to get enough footage to satisfy the director. Much of that time, Steve was in bed with a naked Naomi. More than a few times her leg or hand brushed his erection and she's glance at Steve and smile. At the end of the three hours of filming, Naomi quickly rushed to her dressing room and her boyfriend. 

"I heard that you two were heating up the set, so I came over when I had some free time," stated Gwen as she sat on the bed next to a surprised Steve. "I saw enough to know that your cock must be harder than Chinese math by now. Would you like to come to my dressing room so I can help you with it? Here's a bulky robe. It won't conceal that bad boy completely, but at least you won't be arrested when you get out of the bed."

"Gwen, it was terrible. I didn't want to hold her body like that or kiss her all over like I did, but I'm a professional and it was the role I was given," pointed out Steve as he pulled the robe closed to hide his raging erection.

"I know, Sweetheart," cooed Gwen. "Those big boobs, her beautiful face and her overly large ass would tempt a lot of men, but you were strong. You only needed about twenty takes. You must be exhausted from hefting those oversized breasts so many times."

"It wasn't easy, I admit," replied Steve as he wrapped an arm around Gwen. 

"You really like her a lot, don't you?" asked a suddenly serious Gwen.

"I do," agreed Steve. "She's the whole package. She has brains, beauty, a great body, a warm personality, and a very big boyfriend."

"Do you ever have second thoughts about me? Do you ever wish you were free to sew your wild oats? Am I holding you back?"

"We've discussed this before, but it's worth saying again," replied Steve as he stopped walking and pushed Gwen gently against a wall, held her face with his hands, and spoke softly. "I've never seen your equal. To me, you're everything I could ever hope for. I love you. I'd die for you. I never want to be with anyone else sexually. I never want you to be with anyone else. The longer we're together, the more I realize how amazing you are. I'll never betray you, Gwen. I can't. It's not in me."

"I feel the same, but it's nice to hear you say it after I watched you with Naomi. She's a wonderful friend. She's just so beautiful, smart, funny, athletic, and curvaceous that I find it hard to believe any man could not want her. I know that if you really wanted her, you could have her. You know it, too. It's the same for all of my friends, and even relatives. I just want you to know that I love you for being like you are and not acting on the power you have over women." 

"Do I have any power over you?" asked Steve as he ran his fingers over Gwen's cheek. "Have I made you love me? Have I gained your heart? Will you give me your body?"

Gwen pulled Steve down for a lingering kiss, oblivious to all the people working in the area. When she finally released him, Gwen saw Sybil Burke standing in the shadows, watching intently. Gwen nodded to the other woman and broke away from Steve's embrace and tugged him toward her dressing room.

Three days later there was another terrorist attack in Paris. This one was far more deadly than the one on the orphanage, with well over a hundred people killed and hundreds more injured. News stations covered the story relentlessly.

"We'll need to fly over for a few days," observed Jordan to Gwen, Steve, and Charlie. "I know they don't allow any demonstrations and mass gatherings will be discouraged, but I feel like we need to show our support. This is just awful!" 

"I think we all agree with you," offered Gwen. "I'll have someone notify our pilots. Shall we plan on leaving Sparta in an hour?"

A few moments later, Steve was approached by Sybil Burke. "You wanted to see me?"

"Jordan, Gwen, Charlie, and I are flying to Paris. We're leaving here in an hour. We're going there to offer our support and condolences to the people of the city. I want you and a maybe three of your agents to come. This is a dangerous time and I want Jordan and Gwen to be as safe as possible.

"We can be ready," assured Sybil. "Our company has agencies in Europe that we work with closely. They'll have the necessary paperwork for us to be permitted to carry. If it's an issue, we'll have some agents from Paris accompany us. I'll call there right now.

It was just an hour later when a helicopter left Sparta with the four friends and four security people. The switch over to the Red Lady took only minutes and soon the group was headed for Paris once again.

"I've seen on TV that President Hanson and his wife are going to represent the US at a memorial service the day after tomorrow. A few ranking members of Congress are going, as well," added Gwen. "We have not been asked by anyone to represent them. We'll represent Lady in Red on this trip. I think we need to avoid the politicians and concentrate on the injured and the frightened citizens of Paris."

"I second that," chimed in Jordan. "This isn't a political event. It's humanitarian. We'll just console those that need it and return home in a few days."

It was less than an hour after the Red Lady landed that a large van transported their group to their hotel. "I guess I really shouldn't be surprised at how quickly we went through customs and how easily we received permits to carry," stated Sybil Burke. "You and your company seem to have some influence here in France.

"That's no surprise!" responded Janice Prince. "Steve was still in high school when he pushed through that trade agreement that released that Russian spy and guaranteed France a steady supply of natural gas for years to come.

"Then there was that amazing visit after that attack on an orphanage in Paris. Lady in Red bought a new building for the orphanage, gave one of the most watched concerts ever, and Steve blew up a car full of terrorists, among other things."

"This trip is much lower keyed," asserted Gwen. "We're not representing the U.S. and there will be no concert. We're just going to shake some hands and offer condolences to people still hurting."

"That doesn't mean that you agents can relax," warned Steve. "There's always a certain amount of danger when Gwen and Jordan are out in crowds, and tension is pretty high here. Plus, there may be more terrorists waiting for their chance to inflict more murder and mayhem."

Rather than sleeping, to catch up on jet lag, the group unpacked and then left the hotel on foot. Sybil and her agents worked hard to keep Gwen and Jordan close as they strolled down the avenues and streets, embracing total strangers and offering their condolences. Steve translated as often as he could. When he heard Janice speaking French to a vendor, he quickly drafted her into being a translator for Jordan and Charlie. 

"That way you'll always be close and able to keep an eye on them," pointed out Steve. "No one will know you're a trained security agent. They'll all think you're just another big chested bimbo translator." 

"You sure have a way with words," laughed Janice as she joined Jordan and Charlie and began translating for them.

Sybil remained close to Steve and Gwen as the two back-up agents trailed after them , but never strayed very far from either couple. Steve had the opportunity to observe Sybil at work and was thoroughly impressed. She was keenly observant and always alert. Steve decided to thank Charlie again when they were alone for his excellent decision in hiring the security firm.

The citizens of Paris went out of their way to thank the foursome for returning in their time of sorrow. Everywhere they traveled; they were hugged and praised for their efforts, both following the previous attack and for their compassion and concern after the current one. The Paris TV stations featured the report on world leaders attending the memorial service the next day, but managed to devote some of their coverage to the reception given Jordan, Gwen, Charlie, and Steve by the citizens of Paris.

The following day saw the friends visit hospitals in Paris. They were allowed to visit many of the less seriously injured victims of the attack. They would frequently pose for photos, sign casts and hospital gowns for victims, and offer encouragement as they made their way through each hospital. Steve marveled at how well Jordan and Gwen were able to handle the situation. Some of the victims had obviously been maimed and even disfigured, but the girls never failed to smile and hug everyone like long lost friends. 

Steve and Charlie were favorites of the female victims. They usually asked for photos with their phones of Steve and Charlie hugging them. Then they would immediately send them to social media sites to show their friends. By day's end, the four friends managed to visit six hospitals and speak with dozens of the injured victims.

Again that evening, the memorial service with world leaders had top billing on news broadcasts. But more actual time in the broadcast was devoted to the hospital visits by the four Americans, as well as the delighted reactions of those that had suffered injuries at the hands of the terrorists and how pleased they were when they had the opportunity to meet Jordan, Gwen, Charlie, and Steve.

The third day of their visit, Steve insisted that they hire a van to transport them to a funeral being held well outside the Paris city limits. They travelled to a small town north of Paris. Steve had seen the article in a Paris newspaper and felt they needed to attend the service.

"An elderly man that owned and operated a local bakery for almost fifty years was a casualty of the violence," explained Steve. "We can't begin to attend all of the funerals, but I believe this one is representative of the situation.

"This man had been visiting his granddaughter, who had recently become engaged. They were celebrating at a small café in Paris when the gunmen suddenly appeared. He pushed his granddaughter under the table and lay across her, shielding her from the hail of bullets. He was struck twice and died in her arms a short time later. Luckily, she was unharmed."

"I see why you wanted to attend this service," replied Gwen. "That type of courage, especially within a family, appeals to your protective nature. This is going to be a very sad occasion."

The friends arrived at the country church an hour before the service was scheduled. They slowly walked the few streets of the small village as they waited for the funeral to begin. They had just passed the bakery the man had owned when they were stopped by a middle aged woman. 

She spoke in French and Steve responded. Janice translated for the others. "She's asking Steve if he and his friends will attend the services. When Steve assured her that you came here for that purpose, she just asked if you would sing at the funeral and perhaps deliver a short eulogy."

Steve turned to his friends as Janice finished her translation. "Would you be willing to sing here today? This lady is the daughter of the man that was killed. It was her daughter he was visiting and whom he saved."

"Of course!" responded Jordan immediately. "That man sacrificed his life. We certainly can make the effort to help celebrate his life with his family and friends."

"Unless the lady has a particular request, I'd suggest that we go with what we know that's appropriate for a funeral," added Charlie. "Since the girls are the real singers here, no offense, Steve, I would think they could perform 'Amazing Grace' at the beginning and then again at the end. We all can do 'Bridge over Troubled Water' and 'Let It Be'. They're always well received and I'm sure that French speaking people are somewhat familiar with those songs." 

Steve spoke again to the woman who nodded vigorously and thanked Steve and the rest of his group profusely before hurrying away. The church was surprisingly large for a small village and it was filled to overflowing as the Americans, with Janice and Sybil next to them, made their way to the front left of the house of worship. The other two security agents hung back to watch over the situation from farther away.

"They'd like you girls to sing 'Amazing Grace' as they bring the casket in, and then again when it's removed. At the end of the services, Charlie will make his way to the piano and play while we all sing," explained Steve. "The other thing is that we've been asked to say a few words. I'll handle that since I speak French, unless one of you wants the task."

"You do it, Steve," insisted Gwen. "Many of these people are older and would never understand English. Besides, you have a way with words."

As the procession approached with the coffin, Jordan and Gwen did a masterful job singing 'Amazing Grace'. The acoustics in the old church were excellent. 

Jordan and Gwen couldn't help but cry as they listened to the old priest conduct the ceremony. Everyone was very quiet and attentive when the ancient clergyman asked Steve to say a few words. 

Steve moved to the microphone, bowed his head for a moment, and then began speaking in French. Once again, Janice translated for Jordan and Gwen who were seated on either side of her.

"Pierre Badeau owned a local bakery for almost fifty years. Everyone in this area knew him by name. They knew his family. What many of you may not have known is that Pierre possessed the heart of a lion. He was about five and a half feet tall and well into his seventies, but when hell came calling that afternoon at a little café on a Paris side street, Pierre reacted immediately and with courage, as a man should. Unarmed, and unable to stop his attackers, he pushed his granddaughter to the ground and covered her body with his own. He was shot twice as he protected his loved one.

"We are all greatly saddened by his death, as we should be. But he would want you to know that he did what he had to do out of love. His granddaughter held him in her arms as his life ebbed away. He had the good fortune to die knowing that his actions had saved his granddaughter's life. I am here to tell you that he was immensely relieved, and extremely proud to have responded as he had, and that Danielle survived. He died content in that knowledge.

"I know this because I held my father in my arms as he died from three bullets lodged in his body. He'd received them defending my life and the lives of others. When I reached his side, he managed to speak to me briefly. He smiled through the pain and told me how pleased he was that I had not been harmed seriously. He told me he had to leave me, but that he'd be able to face my mother with his head held high."

Gwen was stunned at Steve's revelations. She had assumed that is father had been dead by the time he made his way to him. Steve had never mentioned anything about the last time he had spoken to his father.

"He told me not to mourn; that he had lived his life as a warrior, and it was fitting to die as one, especially since his actions had helped save my life. He managed to express his pride in his life, and even his death. He told me to always be a man of discipline, to find a pretty girl like Mom, marry her, and to always treat her and my children with love and respect. He told me that someday I'd understand why dying with honor is good thing. He said that a man can ask for no more than to be given the opportunity to save his child, or grandchild, and to succeed. Any man, any father, who does so will die in peace because he will have given all that he had to give, right to the very end. Today I understand what my father was telling me."

Tears were flowing freely by the time Steve concluded his brief eulogy. He had tears in his eyes as the man's granddaughter, Danielle, rushed to him and hugged him tightly. When he released her, Gwen was waiting and quickly took him into her arms. Mourners watched silently as Steve clung to Gwen as he buried his face in her hair. Emotions were heightened when it became obvious to all that Steve was shedding tears as Gwen spoke quietly in his ear. Eventually they stepped apart and returned to their seats.

Steve was fully recovered emotionally by the time he joined Jordan, Gwen, and Charlie in singing 'Bridge over Troubled Water'. He took the lead on 'Let It Be', although Gwen and Jordan backed him up so well that he knew they were making him look better than he was. Later, as the coffin was removed from the church, Jordan and Gwen once again joined in singing 'Amazing Grace'. 

Once outside the church, locals crowded around the Americans, thanking them for remembering them in such trying times and for honoring Pierre so eloquently. It took several minutes for the group to make its way to the cemetery behind the church.

Danielle asked them to stand next to her family as she held her fiancé's hand and sobbed. The old priest said a few words and it was over. As they moved back to the parking lot, mourners once again praised and thanked them for coming to France so quickly to show support during such difficult times.

During a moment when Sybil found herself alone with Gwen, she was unable to hold her emotions in check. "I always thought that you and your friends were playing things up for the media, that no one as wealthy and famous as you guys could be that concerned about other people. I was wrong. This trip has opened my eyes. I've got to tell you that Steve's little eulogy had me crying like a baby. I hope you realize that you've got the best man on the planet."

Gwen gazed at Sybil briefly and nodded. "He is that, and I'll never forget it, but thanks. What did he tell you the day we were introduced to you? I know he whispered something to you." 

"He told me that he'd never forget what I had done for his family and that he'd do everything in his power to be sure that I enjoyed a long and happy life. He certainly loves you and your family."

By that time, Gwen had reached Steve's side. She pulled him down for a quick kiss on the lips and then clung to his arm. When he looked at her with a question in his eyes, she simply smiled and mouthed the words, "I love you."

On the ride back to their hotel, Gwen asked Steve about his father's passing. Everyone was quiet as they waited for Steve's reply.




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"I've never been able to bring myself to talk about it before," admitted Steve. "I can't describe how saddened I was by my father's death. His words didn't make any sense. How could he be happy about anything when he was dying from three bullets lodged in his body? What had I done to make him proud of me? He was the hero. I was just a kid. How would I ever be able to live up to his vision of me? 

"Things began to become clearer when I met you, Gwen, but it's taken a while to accept and appreciate everything that I saw and heard that day. I don't know if I would have ever understood it, if it hadn't been for you, your family, and some very good friends. I can't help but think that you saved me when you went to that dance with me back in high school."

"I had no idea what you were going through! You need to always tell me everything, regardless of how it makes either of us feel. I can't help you if I don't know how or why you're feeling pain," insisted Gwen.

"And that's what you don't understand," replied Steve as he gently ran his fingers over Gwen's cheek. "You do help me, all of the time, whether you know it or not. You've helped me heal."

That evening, the group's attendance at the funeral, along with Steve's eulogy, was featured on all the French TV stations as well as many back in the states. Social media had hundreds of photos of the Americans as they warmly interacted with the towns' people.

The next morning, as Steve and Gwen made their way to the dining room in their hotel, people in the lobby, hotel employees and guests, began applauding. The couple was caught off guard and their surprise was evident on their faces. Smiling, Gwen waved her appreciation and soon Steve followed suit. They were seated at their table when they heard another round of applause just before Jordan and Charlie appeared in the restaurant entryway. Jordan was beaming as she joined her friends.

"Sometimes I get depressed seeing the aftermath of so much hatred and violence," admitted Jordan. "But then someone does something so nice that it convinces me to keep on trying. These people have been so good to us. We really need to visit here more often, but under better circumstances."

On the flight home, Steve and Gwen learned that Secretary Rosen had secured enough support to win his party's nomination on the first ballot at his party's convention. A spirited campaign was expected that fall since the candidates of both major parties were in a dead heat in most polls. 

Once they were back in Sparta, the four friends began working long hours to catch up on their projects. Steve and Naomi were both expected to be back in Washington after Labor Day. Gwen and Charlotte were to report for their final year of med school the week before Labor Day. Jared was being deployed to Iraq again in the fall, while Kate was returning to law school in D.C. 

Of all their projects, Steve and Gwen were most excited about their new film. Diane had come up with some incredible dance routines for the movie. They required a lot of practice and hard work, but they both believed that they had been a part of something very special. Under Charlie's direction, the couple recorded the sound track for the movie. They performed all the numbers used in the dance scenes and came away convinced that some of them would be very successful when released as singles.

The last dance in the movie, where Gwen and Steve won the contest, was filmed in the Lady in Red Center. Their friends, along with Sparta locals were used as extras. The director explained how the spectators were to react to the dance when Gwen and Steve finished. They practiced their parts for almost an hour until the director was comfortable with the reaction from the crowd as portrayed in the movie.

Gwen couldn't remember ever being so nervous doing a movie scene. The thought of her neighbors and friends watching was daunting to her, but it also increased her determination to get it right. She and Steve had spent the last three days working on the routine, stopping only for refreshments, food and bathroom breaks. 

Her makeup and hair were done to perfection and her costume was fitted flawlessly. She looked at Steve as they prepared to go on stage and marveled at how strong and handsome he was. He seemed relaxed and confident, as usual.

The couple was cued. The stage went dark and the music began. Steve stepped onto the stage as a small but bright spotlight followed every step. No one had been told what the final number was, but within a few drum beats, it was no longer a secret. Steve danced to center stage and proceeded to display dance moves no one imagined he could have ever mastered. 

The crowd was soon worked into a small frenzy and when the words 'Billy Jean, she's not my girl' played, Gwen joined Steve. What followed amazed everyone watching. They danced in total synchrony before Steve swept Gwen into his arms. They were in perfect step as Steve performed the famous moon walk as Gwen followed him across the stage. When they reached the end, they started back with Gwen moon-walking as Steve moved forward with her. The entire dance was very high energy and the couple performed it error free. Near the end, Steve lifted Gwen over his head and proceeded to moon walk back across the stage! He slowly lowered her to his chest as the song ended. 

The audience was totally silent for a few seconds before pandemonium erupted. Whistles, cheers, and heavy applause filled the large room. People rushed onto the stage, ignoring the cameras, as they congratulated Steve and Gwen repeatedly. It wasn't the response the director had requested, but when he replayed it on his monitor, he knew it was even better. It was genuine and it was very enthusiastic.

Diane had practically held her breath as the couple danced on stage. She had worked extremely long and hard with them to perfect the dance and when they nailed it, tears of joy poured down her cheeks.

"Mom! You're a genius!" exclaimed Stephanie as she hugged her mother tightly. "That was the most incredible thing I've ever seen. If this film doesn't win some Oscars, I'll eat my hat, or whatever."

"I thought our movie might have a chance for some awards, but after watching you two, I'd have to vote for you!" praised Jordan as she hugged Gwen. "I can't believe that dance. I don't know how you managed it. You must be exhausted."

Gwen was still gasping for breath as Jordan spoke. Steve was breathing deeply and grinning as he held Gwen's hand and acknowledged the compliments heaped his way. It had been a lot of work, but he felt that he and Gwen had given everything they had to making the movie as good as it could be. The rest would be up to the fans. 

No one had been allowed to bring cell phones or cameras. They had actually been threatened as to what dire fate awaited anyone that tried to sneak out video or photos of the dance. That threat didn't stop those in attendance from going on social media and trying to describe what they had just witnessed. It was exactly what Stephanie and the director had hoped for. Word would spread and interest in the movie would be intense. People would buy tickets just to see the last dance. 

'Single Handedly' had recently finished filming and Jordan and Charlie's as yet unnamed movie was also in the can, so Steve and Gwen's big finale was the last footage needed to wrap up all three films. Labor Day would signal the end of summer and send the friends in different directions for a few months.

True to her promise, Mallory Burke had instructors provide self defense and firearm lessons to all of the women in the group. They all became adequate with weapons, but Charlotte and Lisa had demonstrated superior marksmanship skills. Becky, Naomi, and Gwen excelled in the self defense lessons. Both Gwen and Naomi were tall and strong which worked well for them, while Becky was extremely agile and very quick. 

Gwen and Charlotte left the week before Labor Day for school, but returned for the long weekend. The presidential campaign officially began that weekend and Rosen's campaign had scored big when it announced that Vincent Rosen would be kicking off his campaign with a free concert in Philadelphia by 'Lady in Red', as their group was known.

Before the four friends left for Philadelphia, Lady in Red Productions had a small post production party Friday evening. 

"Did Gwen mention that she and I have been accepted to work on a World Health Organization hospital ship next summer? We set sail right after Memorial Day!" stated Charlotte to the room in general. "We'll spend about three months sailing around the Indian Ocean and the coast of Africa. We'll be treating sick children and updating immunizations for them. I suspect the generosity of Lady in Red Productions with both money and that London concert helped convince the Director to take us on."

"So we'll still be able to do our traditional Memorial Day concert here in Sparta?" asked Jordan. "I'll have a new baby by then and I'll be pretty busy, but I envy you guys the chance to help so many kids in need. It sounds great!"

"Has anyone heard that I had a call from the owner of the Redskins?" asked Jared, once Jordan had finished speaking. "Here's some trivia for you. They drafted both Steve and me after our senior years. They knew we were going into the military so we weren't taken until the third round. I would point out that I was the fourth pick in the third round while Steve was way down around fifteenth."

"Thanks, Jared. If they ever give that answer on Jeopardy, I'll have the question," laughed Billy.

"Okay, Smartass," grinned Jared. "As I was trying to tell everyone, the 'Skins' owner called and he wants Steve and me to sign contracts and play for them next year. He asked about this season, but I told him that we were both still active duty and couldn't possibly be able to play before next year.

"I thought Steve and I could trade in our military uniforms for burgundy, gold, and white. If we negotiated together, we'd be able to get a better contract," reasoned Jared.

"You guys are thinking about playing pro-football after all of this time?" asked Naomi. "Won't you be too old and slow by next year, at least for football on that level?"

"Ye of little faith," responded Jared. "Steve may be a little soft and have to work his way back into playing shape, but I could start for any pro team right now."

"What do you think, Steve?" asked Gwen curiously.

"He's right," answered Steve simply. "Jared would be a force to be reckoned with, that's for sure. I don't know where my skill level would be compared to professional players." 

"You're so modest," chuckled Gwen. "You know you'd be the best quarterback in the league. If you two played on the same team, and in Washington, Naomi and I'd probably be able to go to your games. Could we maybe visit you guys in the locker room?"

"That would be a big 'NO'. The locker room is no place for ladies like you two!" insisted Jared. "You were kidding me, weren't you?"

"Maybe, but they have female reporters go in, so why not Naomi and me?" demanded Gwen as she batted her eyes at Jared.

"Those lady reporters don't look and dress like you girls. You'd cause a riot," stated Jared. "Steve and I would have to bitch slap about forty guys averaging 250 pounds each, plus a couple of kickers, just to keep you safe."

"Are you guys really thinking about leaving the service and playing football?" asked Gwen seriously.

"It was something Jared just brought up. We haven't discussed it and I certainly wouldn't make any decision like that without talking to you about it first," assured Steve. "Would you be upset if I did?"

"Upset? Hardly," replied Gwen. "I want you to always follow your dreams and do the things that you want to do. If you'd like to play football, I'll try to make every game. I love you and want you to be happy."

"I'd have to leave the Navy and I'd have to make the team. After not playing for so long, it wouldn't be easy. I'm concerned about my future in the Navy. If Rosen gets elected, he'll be Commander-in-Chief. I can't appear to be friends with my superior. If the other guy wins, he could make life for me rather uncomfortable, to put it mildly."

"I never thought about that, and I should have," worried Gwen. "With us supporting Rosen, you'll be in an untenable position regardless of who wins the election."

"More or less, but it would be a lot worse if Rosen loses. I'd have to bail out as soon as possible if that happens. If Rosen gets elected, I can bow out gracefully."

"On the bright side, it looks like you'll be playing football on Sunday afternoons next year," pointed out Gwen. "I know how you enjoy that macho stuff, especially football."

Everyone had a great time at the party, although some of the goodbyes were tearful. Ashley and Richard, along with Kate, Naomi, and Steve were headed to Washington after the holiday weekend. Gwen and Charlotte were returning to Stanford. Lisa and Jason were remaining in Sparta, while Chip would be traveling as he negotiated for properties to locate more of his family's tire stores. Becky was scheduled to appear in several TV action shows, while Pete would be assuming his duties as head of security at Asgard. He already had designed several improvements in the current plans for security at the Lady in Red compound.

Vincent Rosen planned on speaking to the crowd for a few minutes before the band took the stage and then again at intermission. He promised to keep it short because fans were attending to hear the performance and not a speech. The first concert was scheduled for Lincoln Financial Field in Philadelphia on Saturday evening. On Sunday evening, they would do the same thing again in Chicago at Soldiers Field. It was now obvious to all that Lady in Red Productions was promoting Vincent Rosen for president.

Both concerts were extremely well received. Both stadiums had been packed and the audiences responded enthusiastically to the music, and were patient and polite when Vincent Rosen briefly addressed the crowd. Knowing how fans could be in those cities, Rosen's campaign considered the weekend a great success. Later that week, Rosen would inch ahead by a percentage point in the polls.

Steve reported to Senator Chatham's office on Tuesday after the Labor Day Holiday. "You realize that you're my aide and you've been public in supporting a candidate for president?" asked Chatham. "I guess I should be glad that he and I are in the same party. The next couple of months are going to be interesting, to say the least. Politics are a dirty business, so be prepared to have the other party question your parentage, patriotism, sexual preference, morals, and intelligence. 

"At least that would normally be the case. I'm not sure how they're going to respond to you and Gwen supporting their opponent. You two have a lot of political capital at the moment after the summer you had. You shone in Russia, North Korea, Paris, London, and on two of the best aircraft carriers in the world.

"However, I think you need to learn humility. To that end, you're going to be one of the chaperones for my daughter's school field trip to Philadelphia tomorrow morning. One of the parents had a car accident over the holiday weekend and the school called to ask me if I could find someone to fill in. You have to be at her school by seven tomorrow morning to board the bus. 

"You'll be riding with a couple dozen hormonal teenage girls, so I expect you to be on your best behavior. I didn't tell the school who I would be sending, so the kids, including my daughter, have no idea that it's going to be you. I want you to wear civilian clothes and a ball cap of some kind. I'd really prefer that the girls didn't realize it was you. I think you can understand that. They'd be throwing their little thongs at you before you got out of the school parking lot."

"I see you're not asking me, so I won't bother protesting this assignment. I know that some of the makeup people we use in our movies are in town, so I'll have them alter my appearance so the girls won't even realize it's me. That should keep the pandemonium down," chuckled Steve. "I'll just sleep on the bus on the trip up and back and stay in the background the rest of the time. If one of the kids needs help wiping their nose, I'll have one of the other chaperones handle it."

"Good idea," agreed Chatham. "I do appreciate you doing this for me. I'll tell Grace after she gets back that you were one of the chaperones and she never realized it. I'll tease her about that for the next twenty years.

"You need to be aware that Vice President Larson's granddaughter will be on the bus, along with Representative Daniels daughter. I know he isn't your favorite character, but his daughter is a good kid. By now you must have guessed it's an exclusive private school."

"You think?" laughed Steve. "Spending time trapped on a bus with a bunch of spoiled rich kids is my idea of a great time. You'll owe me after this!"

The next morning saw a man with a short, gray beard, a scar high on his left cheek, and with salt and pepper hair showing under a baseball hat slowly climb on the bus after showing his ID to the officials in front of the door to the bus.

"That guy looks like he can hardly climb the steps," observed one of the girls. "I don't think he's going to be able to keep up with us when we tour Philadelphia. I just hope he doesn't act too creepy. Is he somebody's grandfather?"

Steve chuckled to himself when he heard the comment as he settled into a seat near the back. Within twenty minutes the bus was filled with students and three other chaperones, along with two armed guards that sat in front near the driver.

Steve shook hands with the other chaperones and then made himself comfortable. He had learned long ago to rest when the opportunity presented itself and soon he was sleeping lightly. 

About an hour into the trip, Steve heard a sudden increase in the conversation. He opened his eyes and sat up to find the bus slowing down and pulling to the side of the road. Looking out the window, Steve saw a young woman sprawled on a sidewalk with what appeared to be blood on the concrete under her head.

The bus stopped and the two armed guards stepped out to help the woman. As they bent over her prone body, she suddenly rolled over on her back, raised a handgun, and shot both guards in the head. Screams filled the bus as four men rushed out from a wooded area near the walk. They grabbed the two dead men and quickly dragged them back on the bus before the stunned driver could even react. The woman shooter was the last one on the bus. She waved her gun at kids and spoke to them with a heavy accent.

"I will pass a bag back and I want all of you to place your phones in it. Follow orders and you'll live. Disobey me and you'll join those two dead rent-a-cops!"

One of the strange men pulled the driver from his seat and put the bus in gear as the bag was passed around to collect everyone's phone. Not wanting any more shooting in such close quarters, Steve dropped his phone into the bag when he was handed to him. The lady with the gun watched him closely as he deposited it. Then she held it front of the next chaperone and she dropped her phone into the bag.

The bus soon pulled into an old warehouse and everyone was quickly herded into a the rear of what appeared to be a moving truck. As soon as they were all boarded, the doors were closed, and they were again in motion. 

Over two hours later, a full hour after they were scheduled to arrive at Independence Hall, Senator Chatham received a chilling phone call as she was eating lunch with her staff. They watched as she became agitated before firing off several questions which were obviously not answered to her satisfaction.





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Half an hour later, she was gathered with the other parents as they were briefed by law enforcement officials. It was an extremely frustrating time for Senator Chatham and the others as they were pretty much told that the bus had simply disappeared. An APB had been issued. Several police choppers joined in the search for the bus, as well as the FBI and Homeland Security. 

"We need to verify the passenger list given to us by the school. We're trying to determine if there may have been an accident, a hijacking, or if they simply broke down in an area with no cell service. That is a real possibility in the hilly areas of Pennsylvania," stated a female FBI agent.

"I need to verify the passenger list. As I read the name, I'd like the parent or guardian to acknowledge that that child was on that bus to the best of their knowledge."

Senator Chatham's daughter was the third child named and she quickly stated her daughter was on the bus. Once the children were identified, the names of four chaperones and the two guards were read to the group. Relatives of three chaperones and the two security guards verified that they were on the bus to the best of their knowledge.

"Does anyone know this Steve Smith?" demanded he agent when no one from the school indicated that they had any idea who he was. 

Everyone was looking around at each other wondering if the unknown man might have had a hand in the disappearance of the bus. Senator Chatham was reluctant to divulge Steve's identity, fearing if there was a problem with some kind of criminal element, knowledge of who he was could place him in greater danger. She mentally wrestled with the dilemma for a full minute as the FBI agent once again asked if anyone knew who Steve Smith was and could they vouch for him.

"Yes!" called Senator Chatham finally as everyone turned their attention to her. "I know who he is and I can absolutely vouch for him. He went on the trip as a favor to me when the school called and asked if I could supply a chaperone to replace one that was unable to attend."

"We'll need some ID, like his social or something so we can vet him out," stated the FBI agent. "Steve Smith is an extremely common name. Can you tell us anything about him, maybe a photograph or something that'll help us determine whether it's likely that he's involved in any illegal activity today. No offense Senator, but we need to know exactly who and what we have on that bus. If you vouch for him, he's most likely an upstanding citizen, but we need to make certain.

"Our people are going over every name and running all sorts of security checks on them. Can you tell us anything else about Mr. Steve Smith to help us get a handle on him?" prodded the agent.

"Yes, his real name in US Navy Lieutenant Steven Hammer. He's my attaché, or aide. His photograph is all over the internet and print media. His fingerprints are on record with the Department of Defense," responded Senator Chatham. 

"Are you trying to tell me that the Steve Hammer is on that bus?" asked the stunned woman.

"To be perfectly clear, I am telling you that Lieutenant Steve Hammer, the same Steve Hammer that survived a near beheading by terrorists in Iraq, two terrorist attacks in his high school, a terrorist attack in Paris, and most recently saved the life of the leader of South Korea not too long after killing five Chechen terrorists in hand to hand combat to save the life of the Russian president's son is on that bus. I for one am damned glad that he is! I find a great deal of solace in knowing that young man is watching over our children, regardless of the situation they may be in. He won't fuck around with terrorists, or anyone else that tries to hurt those kids, pardon my French!

"If someone has taken those girls and plans them harm, you can expect bodies of bad guys to start showing up before long," insisted Senator Chatham. "There is no man I'd rather have with our children at this moment than Steve Hammer. He's been trained by the U.S. Navy SEALS. He'll see this through and take care of our kids. I'm sure of it."



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For all of her strong words, Senator Chatham was extremely worried. Her daughter, along with twenty-two other girls, including the granddaughter of Vice President Pearson and the daughter of Representative Daniels, were missing. Their bus had simply disappeared. There was no plausible, acceptable explanation.

All of the girls had cell phones, as would the bus driver, the security people, and the four chaperones. The fact that not one of them had placed a call since shortly after they left the school indicated that they could not. Steve and the other chaperones would understand how worried the parents, school officials, and even law enforcement would be. They would certainly have contacted someone if it were possible.

The tension of the situation quickly escalated as it became evident that the bus was nowhere on the route it had been scheduled to take. Helicopters and police patrols had traveled the entire length of the route without finding any trace of the bus. The fact that there were some high profile students making the trip made it even more worrisome. The disappearance was no coincidence.

In less than an hour from the meeting the parents had with the FBI and other law enforcement officials, the media got wind of the situation. The sister of one of the parents had passed the news to her mother, who had been sworn to secrecy and who quickly told her sister, who then passed it on at her bridge club.

Reporters descended on the FBI headquarters in Washington. It didn't take long for the names of the students to be researched, along with the security personnel, the driver, and the chaperones. Somehow, Steve Hammer's name never came up in the early reports. He was reported simply as Steve Smith and very little was known about him. Senator Chatham knew that it wouldn't take long for the media to learn that he was in the thick of the situation. 

With reporters camped outside her residence, as well as her office, Senator Chatham decided not to return to either place. She called her friend and ally, Senator Mason, and quickly explained the situation. Mason promised to find a safe and secure place for her and to call back. Ten minutes later she rang Senator Chatham's cell.

"Naomi Wilson is here and she assured me that you will be welcome to stay in one of the Lady in Red reserved rooms at their hotel. They have an entire floor to themselves and you'd never be bothered. She's offered to escort you there.

"There's one other thing. She feels very strongly that Gwen Anderson needs to know what's going on. She told me that if you didn't call Gwen, she would. You know how tight that whole group is," concluded Senator Mason.

"Please tell Naomi that I'll take her up on her offer, and that I'll also make that call to Gwen right now. I've been so worried that I hadn't given her any thought. My husband is in Tokyo on business and he's trying to catch a flight back, but it'll be another day at least, before he returns. I'm feeling pretty overwhelmed about this whole thing. Grace means everything to me," sobbed the normally stoic Chatham.

Gwen and Charlotte were just sitting down in their home to enjoy a salad for an early lunch when Gwen's phone chirped. She looked at the unknown caller ID, shrugged to Charlotte and answered the call. Charlotte listened carefully to Gwen's side of the conversation.

"Hello, Senator. I hope you're having a nice day. No, I haven't been watching the news. We just left a lecture and I'm about to have lunch. What's wrong? Is Steve okay? A chaperone for teen girls? That doesn't sound too dangerous. They disappeared? How? When?"

Gwen fell silent as she listened intently to Senator Chatham's explanation of the situation. Her face tightened as she jotted down some notes. 

"I don't have to tell you that Steve will do anything in his power to protect those kids. I'll catch a flight east as soon as possible. Please keep me informed of any new developments. We need to stay calm and think about what we can do to help Steve and those girls. I'll be there this evening!"

"What's going on?" asked Charlotte. "Is Steve in trouble of some kind?"

"He was chaperoning a bus full of teenage girls on a field trip to Philadelphia. Senator Chatham's daughter, Vice President Pearson's granddaughter, and Congressman Daniel's daughter were among the girls on the bus and it's simply disappeared. It's been missing for a few hours and foul play is suspected," revealed Gwen as she searched her phone's contact list and punched a number.

"Hello, Nancy. I need to get to Washington D. C. as fast as possible. The Red Lady is there already, so I can't use it. Call me back when you find a flight for me, and please be aware that this is an emergency. Do whatever it takes."

"Janice and Sybil need to know what's going on. They're on the porch. I'll get them right now," stated Charlotte as she hurried to the door. 

Both women turned to Charlotte when she ripped the door open. It was obvious that she was upset. "What's happened?" demanded Sybil. "Is Gwen okay? You don't look too good!"

"Gwen's headed for D.C. as soon as she can catch a flight. There's hell to pay back there and Steve's involved. She needs security to be ready to go immediately. I know she doesn't think it's necessary, but I'm sure that it is. Way too much bad shit has been happening lately," stated Charlotte.

"We just heard about the bus full of girls that's missing. Steve's involved in that? How is that possible?" asked Sybil rhetorically. "Never mind. We can leave right now and buy anything we need later. What airline is she taking?"

"Oh, shit!" exclaimed Charlotte. "We need to get you two tickets on the same flight. Let me make some calls."

Half an hour later, Janice, Sybil, and Gwen climbed into a limo to take them to the airport. Two back-up agents had already arrived to stay with Charlotte. Gwen, Sybil, and Janice were delivered to a small airport and in another forty minutes were airborne on a corporate jet.

"This jet belongs to Steve's grandfather's company," explained Gwen. "He was in the area on business. When our company people went through the list of possibilities for a quick flight, they found his private jet was nearby. He immediately gave permission to use it, and here we are." 

Gwen had already explained the situation on the drive to the airport. "I knew that working for your company would be interesting, but I never expected it to be like this," admitted Sybil. "From what I've seen of Steve, I'd guess someone's going to be sorry they ever messed with those kids. He looks every bit as tough as his reputation indicates."

"You've no idea," replied Gwen. "I was there when he took out those Chechen killers in Moscow with his bare hands, and when he shot those terrorist in our high school. He's gentle and kind most of the time, but he's hell on wheels when it comes to murderers and the like."

Gwen and her security detail hurried to the hotel from the airport. Senator Chatham, Senator Mason, and Representative Daniels and his wife were waiting in her suite with Naomi when she arrived. 

"Gwen, you need to hear the latest news. They've just found five of the girls from the school! They were at the King of Prussia Mall above Philadelphia and they were wearing explosives," revealed Senator Mason. "They were terrified, but unharmed. The FBI managed to remove the jackets safely and dispose of them. The five girls are being examined in a local hospital to be sure they're alright."

"Why were they wearing explosives? Did someone make them do it?" asked Gwen immediately. 

"The girls told the FBI that four men and a woman killed their security guards and hijacked the bus. They switched to a 'Mayflower' moving truck shortly after that and were taken to a cabin in some woods. They were fitted with the explosives and told they'd be detonated when the girls went into the mall."

"Thank God, that didn't happen!" exclaimed Gwen. "Maybe the bastards didn't know how to make their damn bombs correctly."

"That's where it gets interesting," said Representative Daniels. "The five girls told the FBI that some old guy that was one of the chaperones managed to get alone with them for a couple of minutes. He disconnected the remote wire so they couldn't be set off by someone else."

"An old guy?" asked Gwen. "One of the chaperones was an older man that knew how suicide bombs worked. That sounds fishy to me."

"Not when you know the entire story," stated Senator Chatham. "I told Steve that I was worried about a famous, handsome guy like him being around all of those teen girls. He agreed and said he'd have a disguise on. He knew some people in town that had done some make-up on your movies. He boarded that bus as an overweight, gray bearded man with a limp. He must have been the one to disarm the bombs!"

"That does sound like Steve," acknowledged Gwen. "He'll be much more effective if these criminals think he's a fat slob that can barely walk. Boy, are they in for a shock! Do they have any idea where the rest of the kids are?"

"There's a heavy police presence in the Valley Forge area. They believe that from what the girls told them, the cabin must be in the woods somewhere in the vicinity, but that still leaves a lot of room to hide," reasoned Daniels' wife. "Plus we have to be concerned about what those bastards will do with the other girls. I just hope your boyfriend can live up to his reputation."

"Mrs. Daniels, I realize you're under a great deal of stress. I can assure you that Steve will do everything humanly possible for those kids. He's already saved five of them. That's five more than anyone else has managed. I can't promise that he'll rescue all of the girls, but I can promise you that he will do his very best, and his best is miles ahead of anyone else. That's what he does, and it's who he is.

"I'm going to arrange to have a car drive me to Valley Forge. You're all welcome to use our facilities here at the hotel," added Gwen.

"The FBI told us to stay away from the area, and that's what we should do," insisted Mrs. Daniels.

"Suit yourself," replied Gwen calmly before turning to her two security personnel. "You'll be riding with me. If there's anything that you need before we leave, you'd better get it now. We're headed to Pennsylvania."

"If you have room, I'd like to ride with you," declared Senator Chatham. "I'm not going to sit around and wait to learn my daughter's fate."

A few blocks away, President Hanson was meeting with Homeland Security, the FBI, and his national security team. He was as irate as anyone in the room had ever seen him.

"How in hell do these things happen?" demanded Hanson. "The granddaughter of the vice president of the United States has gone missing, along with Senator Chatham's daughter and Congressman Daniel's daughter, plus twenty other girls, four chaperones, a driver, and the two security men that we believe to be dead. If there are foreign nationals involved in this, Homeland Security will be wading in some deep shit. This is exactly what you're tasked to prevent!

"Do we have any more information on this cluster-fuck?" growled Hanson as he watched the Secretary of Homeland Security speak quietly with an aide.

"We've located the two security men. I'm sorry to report that they're both dead from gunshot wounds to the head. We're questioning the five girls that were strapped with explosives at that mall. They're pretty upset, but each of them insists that an 'older man' that was a chaperone disconnected a wire and promised them they wouldn't explode.

"They're all very familiar with Steve Hammer and they all deny he was the man that saved them. My people are trying to determine just who helped these girls and why none of them have seen Hammer. Senator Chatham insists he was on the bus," concluded the Secretary.

"Get Chatham on the phone!" directed Hanson to an aide. "I'll get to the bottom of this!"

A few moments later, Senator Chatham's voice spoke over the speaker. "Hello, Mr. President. Do you have any news about my daughter?"

"Nothing new, Senator," replied Hanson. "You're on speaker phone with my security people. I'm told that you had Steve Hammer go on that bus trip as a chaperone, but the five girls that were recovered at that shopping mall never saw him on the bus. Do you have an explanation for that?"

"I have you on speaker was well. Congressman Daniels and his wife, Congresswoman Anderson, and two of her security team are present. I asked Steve to disguise himself so he wouldn't be too much of a distraction to a bus load of teen girls. He's probably the man that disconnected the remote detonators to those vest bombs."

"Goddamn it!" spat Hanson. "My team had no idea he was in disguise. They don't have any idea about anything! Can you tell me anything else that I should know? I can't rely on my people to get anything right."

"Mr. President?" spoke Gwen softly in an attempt to calm President Hanson. "The most important thing you need to know is that Steve is working to save those kids. Please be certain that law enforcement knows that he's disguised as an older man with a gray beard, a bit of a beer belly, and a noticeable limp.

"We're on route to Valley Forge as we speak. I intend to be there when Steve manages to put an end to this nightmare. You've got your best man on the inside, so I'd say you're handling this right. You need to be patient and wait for Steve to use what he's learned with the SEALs, and from his father."

"Thank you, Gwen," responded a calmer Hanson. "We did stumble into some luck when Steve boarded that bus. You must be worried sick. I apologize for flying off the handle. This entire episode is extremely upsetting. We appropriate a lot of money to prevent this sort of thing."

"When it's all over, everyone can sit down and determine what needs to be done differently. Right now, we need to do everything possible to find those kids," pointed out Gwen. "If we learn anything new, we'll let you know immediately, Sir. Please do the same for us."

"Okay, and thanks again, Gwen," replied Hanson as the connection was terminated. 

"Was that so damn difficult?" demanded President Hanson as he berated his security team. "If you don't know what's going on, ask Chatham and Anderson. They seem to have a system that actually works!"

As he rode in the back of the moving truck, Steve considered the situation. The three female chaperones were doing a good job of reassuring the girls. There were still some whimpers, but for the most part, the girls were silent as they sat toward the front of the cargo compartment, huddled together. 

Thus far, his disguise had worked as intended. No one seemed to pay him much attention. When he climbed into the truck, he had struggled mightily. He hoped that the gunmen felt he was a minimal threat and were less like to pay him much attention. 

Steve knew that the teen girls were looking at him with a certain amount of disgust. He was assigned to help keep them safe and he appeared to be barely able to move his fat ass from one place to the next. He fought the feelings of guilt and continued to play his part. He had little hope that his captors would release anyone alive. The brutal murder of the two security people indicated that these people didn't expect to walk away from their venture.

It was dark inside the back of the truck when they finally rolled to a stop and the back doors swung open. Steve was able to see an old cabin nestled in a heavily wooded area off to the side. Everyone was told to climb out of the truck. For his part, Steve dropped to the bed and sort of rolled off, feet-first. He appeared to struggle to keep his footing when he hit the ground, as he lurched a few steps to regain his balance. 

One of the gunmen made a derogatory remark as he prodded Steve in the back with his gun. Limping along, Steve was the last person to enter the cabin. He immediately saw a fifth terrorist sitting at a table stacked with explosives! He was meticulously attaching wires to vests, as well as the explosives. He had a schematic diagram sitting to his left as he carefully assembled what appeared to be vest bombs.

The entire group was ushered into a large, sparsely furnished room. They were only in the room for a few minutes when a gunman entered, grabbed the nearest girl and dragged her out of the room. About ten minutes later, he pushed her back into the room, but with an explosive laden vest! The other girls squealed and moved to the other side of the room, away from the unlucky girl with the vest. The man randomly grabbed another girl and dragged her into the front room.

The young girl wearing the vest was sobbing dreadfully, and began bawling her eyes out when her friends abandoned her. Steve slowly made his way over to the girl and kneeled down in front of her.

"You need to trust me," he began. "I was sent by the school to keep you safe. I know how to neutralize the switch on this vest so it won't explode. Can you be really brave and let me work on it?" 

The girl was still trembling when she nodded to Steve. He studied the device for a long minute before carefully taking a thin wire between his thumb and forefinger and tugging it. It pulled away from a small terminal as the girl gasped. When nothing else happened, she gave Steve a grin.

"They may try to send you into a crowd to set off the explosives and kill a lot of people. Don't worry about it. I'll tuck this wire under this buckle and no one will ever notice it's not connected. Once you're dropped off, don't panic or cry, but find a policeman, or even a fireman if possible, and ask for help. They'll know what to do. I promise you this bomb will not explode, okay? But don't tell anyone what I did. They need to think that it'll work."

Steve repeated his efforts with each girl that was returned wearing a vest. When the fifth girl was pushed back into the room, the gunman chuckled as he looked over the group. The girls without any explosives on them were as far from the five with explosives as they could get. He moved back into the front room and closed the door. That allowed Steve to disconnect the fifth girl's device. He barely managed to return to the far corner when the gunman reappeared and ordered the five girls to leave the room. 

Steve heard a vehicle start up and drive away. It seemed likely that the girls were being taken somewhere to create havoc. He found himself working to calm his nerves as he thought about how frightened the girls must be. An hour and a half later, he heard a vehicle pull back into the driveway. 

Soon there was yelling and angry rebukes echoing throughout the cabin. Everyone in the room with Steve was very quiet. Suddenly there was a gunshot! A few seconds later there was another and then silence. 

Although they weren't speaking in Farsi, Steve had been able to gain the gist of the conversation that ended with the gunshots. A man was very angry at the bomb maker because not one of them had detonated. The man making the bombs insisted he had put them together properly, but the idiot entrusted to detonate them must have screwed up. That's when the gunshot rang out. Steve knew the second shot was simply to make certain the man was dead.

The woman that had killed the two security men came angrily into the room followed by one of her henchmen. She walked over to the group of girls and pointed out three of them. Her goon grabbed two of them by their arm, while she grabbed a handful of hair belonging to Senator Chatham's daughter and dragged her from the room with the man towing the other two girls. 

Once the door was closed, Steve quietly moved close to it and listened intently. Again, he was only able to follow the gist of the conversation. There were many words and expressions he was unable to follow, but he understood enough to be very concerned.




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Apparently the woman was in charge, which surprised Steve since traditionally, women did not lead men in the part of the world these people called home. He almost chuckled as he considered how 'enlightened' they were. 

The woman was taking the three high profile girls with her to a public destination. She would be taking one man with her and leaving the other three behind. Their job was simple. They were told to shoot everyone in the room and then video the blood covered bodies that would litter the floor. It would be broadcast over the internet later that evening.

Steve listened carefully but only picked up bits and pieces of conversation after that. For some reason, the killers were just sitting around waiting. After what Steve judged to be several hours, the woman spoke sharply to the others. That's when it occurred to Steve that they had been simply catching some sleep. Murder and mayhem was a tiring activity, apparently. 

He heard the woman open the outside door. Then he was able to hear the man curse and urge the three girls to go outside. The remaining men discussed what weapons they preferred as they prepared to slaughter everyone in the next room.

Steve had played the situation over in his mind. The kids and the chaperones would not be any help, and would more likely get in his way if they tried. He needed to find a means to take out all three men before they could start shooting their victims. The bus driver was a nervous little mousy guy that Steve quickly determined would be no help. Whatever had to be done, he would have to do himself. He decided to not tell the kids or chaperones anything, because there was nothing they could do, other than cry and panic.

He formulated plans and discarded them as quickly. Finally he decided on the one he felt gave him and the girls their best chance and made preparations to carry it out. He curled up on the floor a short distance in front of the door and pretended to be asleep.

A few minutes later, the door pushed open. The first man through stopped short when he saw Steve balled up on the floor. The men behind the first one grumbled and pushed the first man forward so they could gain entrance. The first man was forced to step over Steve as the other two crowded behind him.

Suddenly Steve's foot shot up. He kicked the man stepping over him extremely hard in the groin. That man immediately crumpled to the floor in tremendous pain. Steve then swept his leg around and took the second man's feet out from under him. That man lost his grip on his handgun as he slammed to the floor on his back. 

The gun skidded a couple of feet across the floor and Steve lunged for it. He felt something slam into his back as he wrapped his fingers around the weapon. He quickly rolled onto his back and raised the gun. As he did so, splinters flew from the floor area near his head. He fired twice into the man standing over him with a handgun. The man went over backwards.

Steve had barely finished pulling the trigger when the man that had slammed to the floor from the leg sweep struck him in the mouth with his fist. Steve tried to bring the gun to bear but the man grabbed his wrist with one hand as he continued to pummel Steve with his other. From the corner of his eye, Steve noticed that the first man he had knocked down was slowly bringing his weapon around to point at Steve. Steve grabbed the shirt of the man hitting him and rolled toward the third man with the gun. He felt the man in his arms jolt twice as the concussion filled the room. Steve pushed the now limp man on top of the man with the gun. As the man worked to free himself from the body, Steve jumped to his feet. Once the man managed to get his fallen comrade off his torso, he brought his gun around. Steve fired twice and the man went still.

By now the girls were screaming and crying. Steve ignored them as he quickly checked for pulses on his three adversaries. He found none. He turned and approached the chaperones.

"You ladies really need to get these kids out of here as fast as you can. It'll be light before long. Just take the kids into the woods and sit still until daylight. There'll be police looking for you. Be sure to avoid that woman that shot the two guards. She could come back. You'll be fine if you stay hidden until the police find you, or you see them."

"Who are you?" demanded the youngest chaperone. Steve had learned earlier that she was an English teacher at the school. "You look awfully familiar with that stupid beard about to fall off."

"He's Steve Hammer!" gasped a blonde girl standing off to Steve's left. "Now that the beard's off, you can tell. It's Steve Hammer!"

"So it would appear," acknowledged another chaperone. "It also looks like he's bleeding pretty badly! That horrible man shot you in the back! Let me take a look at it. I'm a nurse. Get that shirt off!"

Steve quickly considered the situation. He needed to get after the two murderers that took the three girls, but he knew if he bled too much, he wouldn't be able to help when he caught them. Reluctantly, he unbuttoned his shirt. Once it was open, an ace bandage was seen holding something against his stomach. 

"That's padding to alter my appearance," he explained as the nurse arched her eyebrow in question. "I have to hurry, so let's get this done as fast as we can. There are three girls that still need help."

The nurse quickly unrolled the bandage and used the old shirts that Steve had worn for padding as cloths to wipe the blood from his wounds. She made two bandages from them, placed them over the entry and exit wounds, and had the English teacher hold them in place as she rewrapped the ace bandages around Steve's torso to hold everything in place. 

The girls had all remained silent while the nurse worked on him. Once she was finished, Steve pulled his shirt back on and began to button it. As he did so he glanced at the teen girls and realized that they were gawking at him. He blushed as he finished buttoning his shirt. He was already beginning to stiffen up from the bullet wound.

"My guess is that bullet missed anything too vital, but loss of blood and/or infection can be very serious," worried the nurse. "My other guess is that these girls never thought they'd be that close to Steve Hammer with his shirt off. You can close your mouths now, ladies."

"I'm headed after the other three. You make sure you get away from this building and wait for daylight. Police will be all over the roads and maybe in the woods before noon. They know we're in the area. Flag them down and you'll be fine. I'm taking the motorcycle that bomb maker rode to get here and going after the others," stated Steve as he stepped into the outer room.

On the floor in the corner was the body of the man tasked to make the bombs that failed to detonate. Steve grimly considered how failure was not an option in terrorist endeavors. Steve noticed a pamphlet for Valley Forge National Historical Park sitting on the counter. Artillery Park was circled in ink. Steve had understood enough of the conversation to know the woman terrorist was going to take the three girls there, probably to execute them in a public venue! He studied the map on the brochure briefly, shoved it into his pocket, then tucked two guns into his waistband and headed for the dead terrorist's bike.

The sun was just starting to show over the hillside as Steve swung his leg over the motorcycle and turned the ignition key which was still in the machine. The teen girls yelled encouragement to him as he accelerated the bike down the dirt road.

Gwen and her group had arrived at King of Prussia in the small hours of the morning. They stopped at the local police station to see if there were any developments in the situation. After a brief conversation and a promise to inform them immediately of any breaking news, Gwen told the group that she was going to ask her driver to take her around the area.

"I can't sit still and wait. This situation is coming to a head. Those killers must know the bombs on those girls didn't detonate. If they've been listening to the radio in the past hour, they know that Steve is one of the chaperones. They also know that law enforcement is searching the area with a fine toothed comb. It's all going to hit the fan soon, and probably this morning. I'll feel better riding around the area than sitting in a hotel room."

The rest of her group agreed with her assessment and joined her as she directed her driver to explore the roads in the vicinity of Valley Forge. 

Senator Chatham's phone rang shortly after sunrise. She listened for less than a minute before ending the call.

"Four dead men were found in a cabin in the woods not too far from here. They're foreign nationals and the FBI strongly suspects that they were involved in the abductions. They found indications that the girls had been there recently," related Chatham as she returned her phone to her pocket. "It sounds to me like Steve's been busy."

Half an hour later, Gwen noticed that the traffic ahead had begun to back up. Their limo gradually came to a complete stop. Everyone in the car began complaining about the lack of progress and how they didn't have time to be caught up in some sort of traffic jam.

The crabby attitude stopped suddenly when Senator Chatham's phone rang again. She answered it and listened for about a minute without speaking.

"Keep looking. If you find Steve, those girls will be close by. I'm sure of that. Was she certain he wasn't wounded too badly? Okay, keep me informed," concluded Chatham's phone conversation.

"Has Steve been wounded?" demanded Gwen as soon as the senator disconnected. "How badly is he hurt?"

"They found fifteen girls, the chaperones, and the bus driver in the nearby woods! Steve had been in that cabin and apparently he's responsible for the dead men. He managed to prevent them from harming anyone else. One of the chaperones is a nurse and she bandaged Steve up. She said that he'd been shot in the back, but she didn't think any vital organs had been hit. He left the cabin like a bat out of hell because the two remaining killers took my daughter, Daniels' daughter, and the vice president's granddaughter with them. He's on a motorcycle and hunting the bastards down right now."

Senator Chatham had just finished speaking when a motorcycle roared past them. The driver was racing down the grassy berm on the side of the road shoulder. 

"Jesus!" exclaimed Sybil Burke as she pulled her weapon and opened the door. "That's a goddamn moving van about a hundred yards ahead. That's gotta be Steve on the bike. This is coming to a head right here, and right now!"

She left the car and began running down the highway between the stopped cars. Janice pulled her handgun, jumped out the other door, and immediately took off down the side of the road in Steve's wake. Gwen had just managed to step onto the macadam when she saw a figure open the back door of the van and climb inside. As she hurried down the highway, Gwen saw the figure return with a gun in one hand while she dragged a sobbing girl by the hair. Then Gwen saw Steve! He stood a couple car lengths behind the van in the center of the highway. People in the parked cars immediately behind the van began fleeing toward the sides of the road. Even as she watched the scene unfold, Gwen noted that a helicopter was sitting a short ways to her left in a small field.

The woman with the gun had the teen's hair twisted in her hand as she cruelly forced the girl to stand in front of her, shielding all but the woman's head from sight. She held the barrel to the girl's temple as she yelled demands at Steve. She insisted that he drop his gun or she would kill the girl.

From her vantage point, Gwen saw Steve's left hand reach behind his back and slowly pull a gun from his waistband. As he dropped the gun in his right hand to the pavement, the woman quickly swung the weapon in her hand toward Steve and fired!

Steve knew that he'd become the killer's target as soon as he dropped his gun. He had also seen her partner creeping along a line of cars to his left and ahead of him. He forced himself to ignore the man since the woman was the immediate threat to the teen girl. As he dropped the gun in his right hand, Steve took one step to his right as he rapidly brought the second weapon to bear and fired twice.

All that was showing of his adversary was her upper face. The rest of her was concealed by Senator Chatham's daughter. Steve was extremely concerned about his accuracy. The chance of striking the girl was very real, but he knew that if he died, the woman would immediately turn the gun on the girl and kill her next.

Sybil had not been able to catch up to Steve, but she was only a couple of car lengths behind him and to the left side of the road when she saw him drop a gun to the ground and immediately exchange fire with the woman holding the girl as a shield. Suddenly, a man rose up between two cars not thirty feet from her and fired a round into Steve! Cursing her lack of attention, Sybil placed a bullet into the man's head before he could manage a second shot. 

She rushed to the man's body and quickly determined that he was dead, with a large section of his skull missing. Then she moved to the van to find the female terrorist still clutching a gun in her lifeless hand. Sybil noted that neither eye was visible, and there was very little left of the shooter's skull.

She carefully untangled the crying teen's hair from the woman's left hand and helped her climb from the back of the truck. That was when Sybil realized that two more girls were huddled in a corner in the back of the vehicle. She quickly climbed into the truck and sliced the plastic ties that bound the girls together. She led the trembling girls to the back of the van as bystanders began returning to their vehicles.

As Sybil helped the distraught girls from the van, she glanced up the road. Her heart sank as she saw Gwen kneeling next to Steve as he lay supine on the pavement! She was obviously attending to his midsection. Janice was kneeling on the other side of Steve, helping Gwen any way she could.

As she numbly looked over the scene, Sybil saw a woman reporter with a camera man standing on the back of a pickup truck to better film the carnage. Behind them Sybil saw a helicopter. It had 'News Channel 3' written on both sides.

Senator Chatham had managed to wrap her daughter in a loving embrace as tears poured down her cheeks. They were standing just a few feet from where Steve lay on the highway. Sybil rushed up to Gwen and knelt beside her.

"Gwen, there's a helicopter over there. It'll take too long for an ambulance to get here through this traffic jam and then get back to the hospital. I think that we should get Steve on that chopper and to a hospital as fast as possible."

Gwen considered Sybil's suggestion as she applied a makeshift bandage to Steve's lower torso. She knew well just how dangerous the situation was. Steve could simply bleed out, and even if he didn't, septicemia was a very real possibility. Looking at the traffic backed up for as far as she could see, Gwen made her decision. 

"Help me get him to the chopper!" agreed Gwen. "We don't have any time to waste."

Janice had noticed a couple of men in uniform watching everything as they stood alongside an older truck. "Marines! Could you help us get this man to that chopper? He's too heavy for us to carry!"

"Ma'am, we'd be honored," replied one of the men as they hurried over and lifted Steve. As carefully as they could, they carried Steve to the helicopter. As they reached it, the news woman approached them.

"You need the helicopter? Please use it! The pilot can come back and pick us up later. Good luck."

"Marines, could you get him strapped into the seat as gently as you can?" asked Janice as Gwen climbed in first and turned around to direct the two rugged Marines.

As Gwen watched, the two men lifted Steve into a seat and passed the belt around to her to buckle him in. "Ma'am, it was an honor to be able to help you and Lieutenant Hammer. We thank you both for all you've done for those of us in the service. Godspeed and good luck!" 

Sybil clamored into a seat next to the pilot as she spoke to Janice. "Stay with Senator Chatham. The police will have a million questions. Here they are now," pointed Sybil as she spoke to her friend. "Take care of things here."

With that she pulled the door closed and buckled her seat belt as the craft lifted quickly and set a course for the nearest trauma center. Sybil was told the name of the hospital by the pilot. She called and briefed them to expect a gunshot victim in the next few minutes and to be prepared. When they landed, Sybil was glad to see hospital staff waiting for them. Steve was rushed into surgery with Gwen following closely. 

Sybil glanced at her watch and saw it was just after eight AM. She knew Gwen would be far too busy to make any calls, so she punched in her mother's number and explained the situation.

"Mom, it's been a hell of a day already. I shot one of the terrorists that kidnapped those girls, but I was a little slow. The guy put a bullet into Steve's abdomen. He's in Jefferson Hospital in Philly right now. I imagine they're preparing him for surgery. Gwen is with him. We need to inform the rest of their group. He saved all of those kids, along with their chaperones and the bus driver. I've never seen a man like him. Okay, you take care of the calls. I'll go back in and wait with Gwen. Thanks, Mom." 

Mallory Burke soon learned that she had no need to call any of Steve's friends and family. Her first call was her last.

"Paula, this is Mallory Burke. I'm calling about Steve."

"We watched it on the news, unless you have an update on his condition. We're all packing a bag and getting ready to fly to Philly," revealed Paula. "Thanks for the call, and thank Sybil for her help. She may have saved Steve's life. We'll see that she knows how much we appreciate her efforts. I'm sorry to be abrupt, but we're really frantic here. I'll speak with you from Philly later today."

"They're at Jefferson Hospital. Would it be okay if I flew with your group?" asked Mallory. "Sybil just killed a man and she sounded a little depressed. I'd like to make sure that she's doing okay."

"Certainly," replied Paula. "We'll be taking off within the hour. Meet us at the Red Lady at the airport. She'll be back and waiting for us by then."

Although their rules specified hospital personnel only could attend surgery, Lady in Red's generosity to hospitals was very well known. When Gwen explained that she was in her fourth year of med school and she would be most appreciative if she were allowed to observe Steve's surgery, she was quickly shown where to prep.

She watched the doctors and nurses closely as they worked to stop Steve's bleeding and to repair internal damage from the bullet. Gwen was extremely pleased at the skill and dedication of the hospital staff. Even with that skill level, it was over five hours from when Steve had been shot to when Gwen stepped into the waiting room after the surgery. 

Sybil had been alone in the waiting room when two police detectives asked her to step into a private room for an interview. Because there were fatalities and it was such a high profile case, she was questioned for almost two hours. Finally she was told to not discuss the situation with the press until further notice and the interview was ended.

When she returned to the waiting room, Janice, Senator Chatham, her daughter, along with the Daniels and their daughter were quietly talking among themselves. Janice saw the question in her eyes and shook her head. Sybil took a seat and tried to relax. She must have fallen asleep because when she opened her eyes, the entire Lady in Red family was in the room.




Lady in Red Pt. 02 Ch. 21



Then she saw her mother hovering over her. Mallory patted her shoulder and smiled proudly down at Sybil. Jordan came to her as soon as she saw Sybil's eyes open. "You made the difference for our guy this morning! Hiring your group was one of the best things we've ever done!"

With that said Jordan hugged the surprised woman warmly and then stepped back so the other members of the family could do the same. Paula was very emotional as she embraced Sybil.

"It was all on TV. We saw how hard you ran to get in a position to be able to help Steve. You saved him for Gwen and the rest of us!"

After everyone finished thanking her, Sybil had time for a few private words with Janice. "Gwen is Steve's girlfriend, lover, and probably future wife, but the rest of the women in the group, including Gwen's mother, aunt, and sisters don't even try to hide the fact that they're in love with him. From what I've seen, Gwen's the only one that sleeps with Steve, but it wouldn't take much for him to get the others in his bed."

"Well, duh!" exclaimed Janice. "The guy's built like a Greek God, talented, wealthy, generous, ...well you get the idea. I'd be flat on my back for the guy in a New York minute, except there are a dozen beautiful women ahead of me." 

"Yeah, but you're single, and on your back a lot any way. These women are married or in serious relationships, but they're all in love with him. It just seems unusual for so many women to feel that way and still get along so well. I have yet to see any jealousy, even among the men."

"It's pretty obvious that Gwen has Steve's full attention," responded Janice. "She doesn't seem to mind that the others are so attracted to him. Lisa warned us that we'd fall in love with a guy or two if we were around them very much. I sure get all wet and tingly when he's around me. I'm beginning to think that you've finally found a guy that piques your interest."

"My interest? Of course! I've never seen his equal. I just wish I'd been paying closer attention and shot that miserable prick before he put a bullet into Steve," replied a subdued Sybil.

"Are you kidding? You ran your ass off just to get there. Then you popped that bastard off as soon as he stood up," pointed out Janice. "You did everything you could. No one blames you for Steve being shot."

"Well, I know the truth," answered Sybil. "I just pray that he recovers."

A short time later, Gwen stepped into the waiting room. She looked at her family and friends and managed a small smile. "He's out of surgery, but not out of danger. The bleeding has been stopped and the bullet removed. The worry right now is infection. Septicemia is extremely serious. He's on antibiotics. We all know how tough he is, so I expect him to recover, but I'm going to watch him like a hawk. It'll be touch and go for a day or two as far as any infection is concerned."

Paula grabbed Gwen and hugged her tightly. Soon the others were following suit. Waiting until everyone else had spoken to her, Sybil moved closer to Gwen, but before she could say anything, Gwen wrapped her in a warm embrace.

"You saved my guy!" whispered Gwen into the other woman's ear. "We'll never forget what you've done for our family."

"Gwen, I was too slow! I screwed up. That's why Steve's in the hospital right now," sobbed Sybil quietly. 

Gwen pushed Sybil back, held her at arm's length, and studied her face closely. "Lisa, will you walk with Sybil and me for a minute?"

Gwen took Sybil's hand and led her from the room as Lisa rushed to catch up. They came upon an empty meeting room and went inside and closed the door.

"Sybil seems to have some sort of guilt about her role in Steve being hurt today. Does it sound familiar to you, Lisa?" asked Gwen as she held Sybil's hand.

"Boy, does it!" answered Lisa immediately. "I had that guilt big time a few years ago when a terrorist made me call Steve so he wouldn't kill me. Steve came out and was abducted by the man. He was beaten, in a car crash, an explosion, and then forced to survive a fierce snow storm for a few days.

"When he was rescued and treated in the hospital, I was the first person he asked to speak to. He had already heard about my guilt. He explained just how it was. He wanted me to rely on his strength and skill. I should never feel bad about asking for his help, and he was extremely proud that I thought well enough of him to call him in my time of need. If I continued to blame myself, we'd never return to where we were before the incident, and the terrorist would have won."

"My situation is different," reasoned Sybil. "I'm supposed to be a professional, recognize dangerous situations, and respond accordingly."

"I saw the whole thing on TV and that's exactly what you did," stated Lisa. "You were amazing, but that's not even the issue. If Steve thinks that you feel you failed, he'll think that he failed or you'd never feel that way. He needs you to be proud of your role today and to be proud of him. There was no failure! You supported him, and together you saved those kids. 

"We all love the guy and we know how he thinks. He's appointed himself as the protector of all of us, especially us females. It's like we're all his women, and in a way we are. He absolutely loves each of us dearly. He hurts when we hurt," added Lisa.

"I can see that he loves all of you, and all of you love him. Aren't you upset that I didn't stop that man before he shot Steve?"asked a puzzled Sybil.

"Hardly! We're all delighted that you ran like an Olympic sprinter to reach a point where you could stop that horrible man from ending Steve's life. Steve doesn't mind when a woman saves him, but he really hates it when they have feelings of guilt and it involves him," explained Lisa.

"I'll tell you something else. You've moved into that circle of women that Steve loves and protects, don't you think, Gwen?"

"Absolutely! Steve has been telling me how alert and professional you are. He feels very emotional when he thinks about what would have happened to Mom, Diane, Billy, and Theresa, if you and your people hadn't been there that day to save them. Your beauty, skill, confidence, and professionalism were impressing him before. Now he's going to love you. It's what he does."

"I'm not beautiful like you and your friends. I'm not voluptuous like the rest of you. I'm just a skinny girl with a gun," joked Sybil weakly.

"You've badly misjudged Steve if you think the size of your boobs makes any difference to him. You've done a disservice to yourself if you think you're not beautiful," replied Gwen. "I guess I need to sum this up and get back with everyone.

"I want you to believe that you saved Steve. I want you to believe that you did nothing wrong and everything right. I need you to accept and respond to the way Steve will begin treating you now. I need you to love him back. That shouldn't be too difficult, should it?" asked Gwen gently.

"Love him? You're his girlfriend! How can you ask me to love him?" wondered Sybil.

"I didn't ask you to sleep with him, and you won't be," smiled Gwen. "All I'm saying is that he will be treating you extremely well when he recovers. Please accept it and be nice back. Do not ever let him think that you feel that you failed him. That will upset him, which in turn, will upset the rest of us. Wouldn't it be better to be one of us than someone we all dislike for upsetting Steve as he recovers?"

"When you put it like that, of course," blushed Sybil. "I just don't know how you want me to love him without making a fool of myself."

"Don't worry about that," chuckled Lisa. "We all do that all of the time with Steve. It's pretty much expected." 

Mallory Burke had been concerned when Gwen and Lisa led her daughter out of the room. Was it possible that they did blame her for Steve being shot? Did they believe that her reaction time was too slow? Mallory had come to greatly enjoy the association her company had forged with Lady in Red and the possibility of breaking that relationship worried her. 

When Gwen, Lisa, and Sybil stepped back into the room, Mallory knew immediately that everything was going to be fine with her daughter. She was smiling and laughing as she stood between Lisa and Gwen, who were also smiling as much as they could under the circumstances.

Gwen circulated among her friends and family to discuss Steve's situation while Janice pulled Sybil off to the side. Mallory followed closely.

"What happened? I thought we might be getting the boot, but you walked back into the room with a big grin plastered on your face. Is everything okay?" demanded Janice.

"Very much so," responded Sybil. "Lisa and Gwen just explained the facts of life to me as they pertain to this group of amazing people. I'm to never even hint to Steve that I failed him this afternoon. They think I did pretty damn good and they insist that Steve will, too. I'm just supposed to keep doing a good job and be upbeat. Oh, and I have to love Steve because he's going to love me."

"What the hell is wrong with you?" worried Janice. "Is the shooting bothering you? Is that it? You're acting pretty strange."

"You think I'm bothered by killing that bastard before he could shoot Steve again?" scoffed Sybil. "Those two just told me that Steve is going to be acting very appreciative toward me and I'd damn well better reciprocate his feelings."

"They want you to sleep with Steve?" asked an incredulous Mallory. "That's sexual harassment to the maximum!"

"Mother! Love and sex don't always have to be linked. You're old enough to realize that. Everything is fine, but don't be surprised if Steve treats me a little special, like he does about a dozen other women, but not as special as Gwen, damn it!" laughed Sybil. "It's all cool. I just hope he gets better real fast!"

Gwen's family decided to check into their hotel and get some rest since it was very unlikely that they'd be able to see Steve until the danger of infection was past. Gwen was given a cot in an unused supply room to catch naps in while she waited for Steve to awaken. 

It was Saturday when Steve was allowed visitors. Paula and Diane used their seniority to be the first ones in. Gwen was seated next to Steve and beamed as Paula and Diane fawned over him for about five minutes. Then Kate and Lisa made their appearance, followed by Jordan and Charlie and then Naomi and Stephanie. 

Steve kept insisting that he'd only done what he had to do and it was nothing special, but it was obvious that he greatly appreciated the love and attention of his friends. He soon became tired, so the procession stopped after Becky and Ashley had their time with Steve. 

That afternoon, the guys came through in pairs. Billy accused Steve of faking injuries for the sake of sympathy. Just before he left, he told Steve, "I know how it feels to be shot in the gut. I hope I never go through that again. I can still remember how bad it hurt. Take care, My Friend!"

When Janice and Sybil stopped in, Steve insisted on a gentle hug from both women. "You two were amazing that morning. I knew that guy was to my left, but I couldn't even think about him until I took out the bitch that had Senator Chatham's daughter. I was trying to bring my gun up when I saw the guy go over. I knew I wasn't going to be in time, but you were, Sybil. I owe you big time and I always try to pay my debts."

Remembering what Gwen had said, Sybil smiled and replied, "I'm just glad I was able to help. You did all of the heavy lifting, but I'm really pleased that you feel I did so well. It means a lot to me. You've come to mean a great deal to me and I want you to get well as fast as you can."

"I heard you ask those Marines to carry me to the helicopter, Janice. You guys really think fast on your feet. I'm glad that you're the ones watching over Gwen. I know she's safe when she's with you," concluded Steve. 

Later that evening, Gwen was surprised when President and Mrs. Hanson were ushered into Steve's room. She quickly stood and embraced the president. Then he carefully shook Steve's hand.

"I had to let you know how much all of us in government appreciate your actions the other day when you saved all of those school kids and chaperones. I'm sorry to say that our track record against terrorists isn't very good. At least not until we factor in the situations you've been involved in. Then the stats improve dramatically. We have an appointment to keep, but I thank you Steve, as does your country."

Steve was feeling stronger Sunday morning. Gwen wheeled him around the floor and he visited with other patients and took the time to thank the nurses for their kindnesses.

"Are you kidding?" asked a middle-aged and somewhat plump nurse when Steve thanked her. "My daughter has been driving me crazy asking me about you. It's the most we've talked in years. She's one of your biggest fans, except maybe for her mother."

Gwen suggested that she pose for a few pictures with Steve and soon all of the nurses were lined up to have a picture taken with Steve. The male nurses asked if Gwen could be in the photo and she quickly agreed.

Senator Chatham, her husband and daughter, Grace, visited that morning. Steve was embarrassed by the praise heaped on him by his boss. He had never seen her so emotional. She kissed him on the lips before she left. Then her daughter did the same, while her husband grinned and offered his hand.

Representative Daniels and his wife were the next ones to visit. "I can't tell you how much we appreciate what you've done for our daughter. My wife and I both feel badly about some of the things we've said about you two. We can't change the past, but you can be certain that we'll be two of your biggest supporters in the future. If we can ever help you in any way, please let us know."

Finally, Vice President Pearson and his wife entered the room with their daughter and her husband. "I was never quite able to understand President Hanson's unusually high regard for you two until this dreadful situation. Now I'm able to see why he's been so high on you both all of these years. I've never seen a couple like you in all of my years in Washington. You've managed to capture the hearts of the American people by good deeds and speaking the truth. It's rare in this day and age. The country is far better for it. Thank you both for what you risked and for what you've suffered to help my granddaughter."

Gwen spent the afternoon with Steve before flying back to Stanford later in the day. She had missed several days of classes and had to return. Monday morning, Sybil and Janice walked into his room smiling.

"Gwen insisted that we keep an eye on you this week. Don't worry; we have some very good agents watching over her at Stanford. We're going to help you get around and watch your back while you're recovering," promised Sybil.

The next afternoon Steve was feeling much better, so Janice and Sybil were pushing him down the hall in a wheel chair when an incredibly beautiful blonde woman approached Steve with a huge smile on her face. She bent over to hug Steve before he could attempt to stand. Because he was still seated, the blonde's ample bosom was pushed into Steve's face as she held his head against her chest.

Sybil and Janice exchanged glances before Janice spoke. "Lady, we're responsible for this guy's safety and it looks like he's suffocating. Could you back up and allow him to breathe?"

The blonde pulled back slightly and grinned at Janice. "He does not appear to be suffering. Leave the two of us alone for an hour and I will have him nursed back to health."

"That will not be happening," assured Sybil. "We work for Gwen and I'm quite sure that she would not want us leaving Steve alone with you for even a minute. It looks like you have the equipment to nurse him, but we can't allow that. He's on strong antibiotics and isn't able to make difficult decisions on his own."

"I think he's already reached a hard decision," laughed the blonde. "I keep telling Gwen he's always like that when he's around me, but she insists he's like that when he's around any woman. Tell me, is that true?"

"Nadiya!" groaned Steve. "It's great to see you, but these ladies don't know your sense of humor. They might think you're serious."

"And you think I'm not?" asked Nadiya as she ran her hand along Steve's cheek. "I was so worried when I heard that you had been shot again. You have to be more careful. It breaks my heart when you are hurt in any way."

Sybil's phone chirped and she quickly answered it. "Hello, Gwen. She's here right now. Do you want us to shoot her? Okay, I'll just give the phone to her."

Sybil handed her phone to Nadiya. "Hello, Gwen. I was just making certain that Steve was recovering properly. They sent you a picture just now? I wasn't trying to smother him, except maybe in love. I'm so glad that he's doing well, but what were you thinking when you left these two lovely women with him? You trust them? But you don't trust me?

"I'm still seeing Hans. He's very understanding about Steve. I'm glad you like him. For some reason, he thinks you are absolutely gorgeous. He likes Steve, even though he's heard about our romance in New York. Maybe it was only for a day, but I still have the photos and the memories. I'll be in Washington for a few weeks, so maybe we can get together. Hans will be coming in tomorrow. I would hope we could all enjoy an evening out together. Okay, good bye."

As Nadiya handed Sybil her phone she told her, "Gwen wants me to make passionate love to Steve to aid in his recovery and lift his spirits, so please excuse us. I'll take him from here." 

Nadiya barely managed to reach for the handles of Steve's wheelchair before Janice pulled it back and away from the beautiful Ukrainian. "We're in charge of his safety and well being. If it becomes necessary for him to,.. to seek release, we'll be in charge of that, too. Gwen was very specific in her instructions, right, Sybil?" 

"Yes, you're absolutely right, Janice. He has to gradually get into the swing of things. No big breasted, sexual dynamos will be allowed too close until Gwen gets back together with him."

"Wait," protested Janice. "I'm sure that I heard Gwen say red headed, big breasted sexual dynamos would be okay."

"Ladies, in case you've forgotten, I'm sitting right here," chuckled Steve. "I think I should have a say in what sort of dynamos I interact with. As tempting as the offers are, I'm under orders from my personal 'almost' physician to get plenty of rest and to avoid undue temptation tossed my way by beautiful blondes, red heads, or brunettes. In case you haven't noticed, that eliminates each of you."

"You have such a nice way of letting me down," smiled Nadiya as she leaned in and gave Steve a lingering kiss on the lips. "I have to go, but we'll get together when Hans and Gwen are there to prevent any 'undue temptation' as you call it. Ladies, keep your hands off this man. He belongs to my very good friend. If anyone steals him away from her it will be me!"

"There you are, Steve!" boomed a familiar voice. Steve and the women with him turned to see Vincent and Cynthia Rosen.

"Nadiya! It's so good to see you," greeted Vince. "This is my wife, Cynthia. Nadiya is the daughter of the new Ukrainian Deputy Prime Minister. She and Steve are good friends from years ago."

"Not that good, I'm afraid," joked Nadiya as she briefly hugged the Rosens. "I blame Gwen that Steve and I are not much closer friends than we are."

"You and every other woman on the planet," laughed Cynthia Rosen. "It's so good to see you getting around, Steve. We were worried about you when we heard what happened. We just wanted you to know that we care and we wish you the best."

"You don't have to look for reporters," stated Vince Rosen as he saw Steve scan the hallway. "This is a private, unannounced visit. We're not here to campaign or draw attention to ourselves. We're learning from you and Gwen. We know that real friends don't take advantage of that friendship for personal gain. The two men at the end of the hall are Secret Service."




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"It's always good to see you both, and I'm glad there aren't any reporters sneaking around here. You know Nadiya. I'd like to introduce Janice Prince and Sybil Burke. They've been assigned to watch out for me while I'm recuperating."

"We saw how well they helped you that day you stopped that woman from killing Senator Chatham's daughter," responded Cynthia Rosen. "I've got to tell you that we've never been as proud of a friendship as we are with being friends with Gwen and you. Vince and I both want it to continue long after the election, regardless of the outcome. You make us want to be better, more understanding, helpful, and disciplined. You and Gwen have restored the country's faith that honor, integrity, and honesty can benefit individuals and businesses."

"Thanks, Cynthia, but I think you might be stretching things more than a little," replied Steve. "I'll admit that Gwen is incredible. I marvel at her beauty, talent, and brains. She's the one that sets our course. I just try to keep up with her."

"That's the other thing that appeals so much to the nation," laughed Cynthia Rosen. "Your modesty is so endearing! You don't posture, strut, or brag. You just do what you feel is best. It's been a long time since we've had public figures like you two, if ever."

"You're going to embarrass him," chuckled Vince Rosen as he watched Steve fidget under Cynthia's praise. "We just wanted to be stop in and tell you that we wish you a speedy recovery and to thank you for your service to your country and to your community. You make us proud."

Nadiya kissed Steve again and left with the Rosens. Once they were out of sight, Janice finally spoke. "You've had the sitting president, vice president, and all kinds of senators and members of congress visit you in the last week. Now what could well be the next president of the United States just stopped in! They all call you by your first name and treat you like a friend. Do you have any idea how amazing that is?"

"Don't make too much out of it," answered Steve. "We're still the same people we always were. It's nice to be friendly with important people, but being friends with people like both of you is the most satisfying feeling there is. We identify with folks that do their work and try to be good citizens. That's most of the people in the country. Gwen and I are just two of many."

"You really believe that, don't you?" marveled Sybil. "In the short time we've been with you guys, we've seen enough to know that you're no average couple! Everything you both do is better, harder, more dangerous, more everything than what everyone else does. I didn't believe the things I heard about you before we met, but now I realize that don't begin to do you justice."

The following morning, Steve was slowly walking in the hall with Janice when Sybil found them. "It looks like our patient is doing better! Thanks for taking the night shift, Janice. Go catch some sleep. I'll keep my eye on the guy."

"I bet you will!" laughed Janice. "I'd love to stay but I need a shower and a good sleep. I'll be back this afternoon." 

Just after Janice left, an older, somewhat gruff nurse stopped Steve and Sybil as they slowly walked back from the cafeteria. "There's some guy named King or something on the phone that wants to talk to you. I didn't quite get the whole name. It's on line three."

Confused, Steve glanced at Sybil and then shrugged before picking up a phone from the nurse's station and hitting number three. Sybil stepped back to allow privacy, but she was too curious to go far enough to not hear the conversation.

"Hello?" began Steve. "Hey, Your Royal Highness! It's great to hear from you! Okay, I won't call you that. I'm feeling much better. Well, thank you, and thank The Duchess as well. She's very kind. Maybe we can get together for the holidays or something? Gwen would love that! Let's make it happen. Are you kidding? She'll make the arrangements. Gwen loves hanging with you guys and we love kids, so that's no problem. Okay, see you then, and thanks. Take care of your family."

Steve returned the phone to its cradle and turned to rejoin a flabbergasted Sybil. "Would I be correct in assuming that you just chatted with the Prince?"

"He prefers 'William' to titles and formalities. If you manage to hang on to your job and don't piss off Gwen, you just might be our security if we're able to work out some vacation time with the Duke and Duchess," teased Steve.

On Friday, ten days after his showdown on a Pennsylvania highway, Sybil and Janice drove Steve back to Washington. He was discharged that morning with instructions about continuing antibiotics and keeping his rapidly healing wounds clean.

Steve had insisted that since Sybil and Janice were already on site, there was no reason for anyone else to travel to Philly just to ride back to Washington with him. He managed to leave the hospital without any fanfare. Since the press did not know that he left the hospital, there were none waiting at his hotel when he arrived Friday afternoon. 

He was tired from the trip and excused himself to go to his suite to take a short nap. It was almost five when he awoke. Feeling like he hadn't been clean in weeks, he took a shower. As he was drying, he decided to soak for a while in the large hot tub in his suite. He was once again nodding off when he heard voices.

"You're in the hot tub alone? You could drown or something. Gwen would never forgive me," laughed Naomi as she peeled her clothes off and stepped into the tub and sat down next to Steve. "Don't you feel a lot safer now?"

"Truthfully? I feel like I'm in great danger," replied Steve with a straight face.

"You're in danger of getting a big old erection," shot back Naomi as she kissed Steve's cheek. "But that's okay. I always feel flattered when you do."

"Steve! I'm so glad you're back and healing up," greeted Kate from the doorway. "I hope there's room for me in there with Naomi's big ass taking up so much space."

Soon Kate was naked and sitting on the other side of Steve from Naomi. "Janice and Sybil were out in the foyer with their eyes as big as saucers when I got here. I don't know if was because Naomi got naked and jumped in with you, or if they were spying on you before Naomi got here. Naomi and I left our security detail out in the foyer with them."

"We had to be sure that he was in safe hands," explained Janice from the doorway. "This must be some of that sexual harassment we were warned about. We're keeping an eye on Steve and now it appears he's in a lot of danger. Maybe I should call Gwen and ask her about this."

"If you get her, put her on speaker," stated Naomi. "I want to talk with her anyway."

"I'm serious," "insisted Janice. "I'm calling her right now if you don't leave. I'm supposed to watch out for her interests."

"Please do call her," chuckled Naomi. "This should be interesting."

"Gwen?" spoke Janice into her phone. "He's okay, except your sister, Kate, and Naomi are both naked and in the hot tub with him. Now Naomi's sitting on his lap and pressing her breasts against him! Okay, I'll put you on speaker and put the phone on the edge of the tub."

Showing an evil smile, Janice placed the phone near Steve's side and stepped back to watch the train wreck. 

"Hello, Gwen. Steve's wounds are healing pretty well. I find if I rub my nipples over them, they heal even faster. No need to thank me. I'm glad to help," offered Naomi. 

"She's right, Sis. I'm getting out of the tub and rubbing my nipples all over his back wound, and I think I'm getting a response. It's really quite impressive," deadpanned Kate.

"I'm sure you both are," laughed Gwen. "Steve, are you in much pain? How's your heart rate? Is the 'massage' you're getting helping at all?"

"I don't know about that. In a way it feels pretty good, but I'm getting light headed. Maybe I lost more blood than I realized," replied Steve in what he thought sounded like a concerned tone.

"I'm afraid it's simply traveled to a different head," suggested Gwen with a giggle. "I think you all should know that I've authorized Janice and Sybil to shoot any of the usual suspects that may be trying to get too familiar with my guy."

"Sis! You've got to be kidding. Janice is sitting right here with her giant knockers resting in Steve's face! He's even..."

"I am not!" broke in Janice forcefully. "I'm fully clothed and conducting myself in an appropriate manner."

"Really, Janice?" questioned Kate. "Don't you think it would be more appropriate if you were rubbing those big hooters all over Steve's face and helping him to forget his pain?"

"Well, since you put it that way," grinned Janice.

"Leave your clothes on!" ordered Gwen. "I don't think Steve's healthy enough to have Kate, Naomi, and you topless and rubbing against him. His heart would probably stop from lack of blood."

"If my mother could hear this conversation, she'd be wishing she kept that sexual harassment clause in effect," observed Sybil from the far side of the room.

"Naomi, how does Steve's abdomen look?" asked Gwen. "Is the wound healing properly?"

"To be honest, Steve hasn't allowed anyone so much as a peek at it. It's below the waterline, if you know what I mean," responded Naomi.

"Steve, please get a picture of the bullet wound in your abdomen and text it to me," insisted Gwen. "I want to be sure it's healing."

"Gwen, can't you fly into D.C. for the weekend? You could give me a complete physical then," argued Steve, but with a big grin.

"Just send me a picture, you big baby," replied Gwen. "I told you that I'm assisting at a surgery tomorrow afternoon and can't miss it. 

"Naomi, just have him stand up and take the picture. I want to be sure he's healing okay," persisted Gwen.

"Okay. You heard her, Steve. Let me get my phone. Then you'll stand and I'll get a good close up," promised Naomi.

"I think I'd like Sybil to take the picture," announced Gwen suddenly. "She's a professional and won't be drooling all over my guy like Naomi and Kate will."

"M..m..me?" asked Sybil. "I'm not very good with my phone. Maybe you should have Janice take it. She uses hers all of the time."

"Gwen said for you to take it," insisted Kate. "You're getting paid to follow orders, so get over here and get some pictures."

"I don't know. The hot water might steam up the lens or something. How close do I have to get?"

"He'll probably have a hard on after Kate and I rubbed him with our bountiful breasts, so just move it to the side with one hand and snap the picture with the other," instructed Naomi.

"You mean an erection? You expect me to push it to the side to take the picture? I've never done that before. Oh, okay, I'll do it," agreed Sybil as she moved close to the tub.

"Just get on your knees so you'll be eye level when Steve stands up," urged Kate. "Hold the camera in one hand and have the other one ready to slide that big cock away from the wound, okay?"

Sybil simply nodded as she carefully kneeled down and held her phone in one hand while she waited for Steve to stand. She held the position for half a minute before she turned to look at the other women. She gasped when she saw Janice had Kate's phone camera pointed at her. That's when the other women broke into gales of laughter.

Sybil blushed a bright red and quickly stood up. As she turned toward Janice, her pivot foot slipped on the wet tile and she went over backwards into the tub! Steve reached down and lifted her head and face out of the water. The other women now had tears running down their cheeks.

Sybil had managed to hold her phone above the water when she fell in. She continued to hold the phone high above the surface as she struggled to get out of the tub. By the time she was back standing on the floor, Naomi had wrapped a towel around her shoulders while Kate started running another towel through her wet hair.

"What just happened?" demanded Gwen over the speaker."Did Steve actually stand up, or did Sybil get into the tub?" 

"We'll send you the video," promised Janice. "Sybil fell for the whole thing, hook, line, and sinker, but when she finally realized we'd punked her, she tried to come after me. Her foot slipped out from under her and she fell into the tub with Steve. Now she's soaking wet and Naomi and Kate are drying her off. I'd post it on YouTube if Kate and Naomi weren't naked."

"Sybil? Are you upset with us?" asked Gwen. "It was all in good fun. I knew you'd love to see Steve naked, so I schemed with the other girls to get you into that position."

Sybil was blushing and smiling at the same time. "I can take a joke. You really got me good with that one. I had no idea that you were setting me up. I guess I was trying to prepare myself for sliding that big unit over with one hand while I took the picture with the other. I never noticed that Janice was videoing the whole thing. I bet I looked like a complete fool!"

"It wasn't too bad, at least not until you fell into the tub," laughed Janice. "Wait until your mom sees this. Her top field agent trying to take close ups of her client's package! And she was worried that we'd be sexually harassed. That's so funny."

"You won't be showing that to my mom!" stated Sybil firmly. 

"The video is on Kate's phone. Mine is still by the tub so Gwen can hear us," pointed out Janice. "If that video ever gets out, no one will be able to blame me."

"Okay, Ladies. That was fun, but I'm turning into a prune. How about some privacy so I can get dressed. Then we'll go downstairs for some dinner. I've lived on hospital food too long already," complained Steve. 

Ashley and her security agent joined the rest of the group at dinner. "Okay, what happened? You guys are like a bunch of teenage girls. Why all of the giggles?"

Much to Sybil's dismay, Kate pulled the video up on her phone and passed it to Ashley. Even without being able to see the video, Janice, Kate, and Naomi once again broke into laughter as they listened to the recording.

"I thought Kate had taken it too far and Sybil would know something was up when she told Sybil to 'slide that big cock away from the wound'. But Sybil just nodded, held the phone in her left hand, and waited," laughed Janice.

Ashley and the other security women were laughing hysterically as they replayed the video several times.

"Now we discover that our 'Ice Queen' boss was on her knees waiting to slide Steve's cock to the side to take a picture!" laughed the woman assigned to Ashley. "Mallory is always stressing appropriate, professional behavior. Now we have a video of Sybil kneeling and waiting for a hard cock!"

"In my defense, that sounds a lot worse than the reality was," insisted Sybil. "I was just following orders."

"Was that the first time you've ever been on your knees in front of a man?" asked Janice as laughter once again rang out.

"I'm not even going to respond to that catty remark," replied Sybil. "I will say, however, that I'm supposed to be sure that Steve is safe and his health is improving. I will certainly do whatever is required to achieve that objective."

"Did she just say she'd blow Steve if he wanted her to?" asked Kate as even more laughter erupted around the table.

"I never realized that women are even raunchier than sailors when a bunch of them get together," observed Steve. "You should stop giving Sybil such a hard time."

"There's that word again!" laughed Naomi. "Is it okay if Steve gives you a 'hard time', Sybil?"

"She wishes!" added Janice as she wiped the tears of laughter from her eyes. 

"Ladies, let's find another subject to discuss. It seems like no matter that anyone says, you make it into a sexual inference. Let's talk about weather or politics," suggested Steve.

"I can do that," acknowledged Ashley. "Gwen is miles ahead in all of the polls. She should get re-elected in a landslide."

"I thought she just got elected last year and all representatives serve two year terms. Can you tell me why she has to run again this year?" asked Sybil, grateful that the topic of conversation had been changed.

"True, but Gwen won a special election because the Congresswoman Blake resigned to start campaigning for the senate. All members of Congress are up for election every even numbered year, for two year terms. Every four years is a presidential election, like this year.

"Gwen is on the ballot this time around, so we don't have to depend on write-ins. She refuses to campaign, or even spend any money on getting re-elected, but she's been doing so many things and getting so much good press that she's managed to gain a huge lead on the two major party candidates," concluded Ashley. 

Steve had been told to rest and recuperate the rest of the month. He quickly regained his strength. He flew to Sanford and spent a couple of weeks with Gwen. Nadiya and Hans joined them for a weekend and they toured San Francisco.

Steve was surprised at how grueling Gwen's schedule was and how little free time she was able to find to spend with him. It increased his appreciation of her discipline and tenacity in her desire to become a doctor.

Steve was scheduled to return to Washington and Senator Chatham's office on the first Monday in October. Stephanie called him on the Wednesday before he left California. She was working on publicity for the movies that Lady in Red would be releasing soon. 

"Steve, I have you, Naomi, Pete, and Becky scheduled for the night show on NBS Friday night. Pete is a total novice, but Becky, Naomi, and you are pretty savvy with PR. I held out until they promised that you four would be on the entire show, with no other guests. I have you booked on a commercial flight tomorrow afternoon. The Red Lady is in Washington with Lisa and Jason. Maybe we need to buy a second aircraft?

"Tell Gwen that I'm sorry to pull you away from her warm bed and hot body, but business calls. I'll email you the details for your flight. In case you haven't figured it out, you guys will be promoting 'Singlehandedly' which will be opening the following weekend. It turned out quite well. Of course Naomi and you put a lot of sizzle in that love scene. You can expect to be asked about that."

The next afternoon saw Steve in uniform and sitting in first class with a stewardess fawning over him when a woman wearing Marine fatigues approached him from the coach area. Steve looked up at her from his seat and noticed that another Marine was with her, and he was taking video.

"Lieutenant, the Marine Corps Ball will be on December 10th and I'm asking if you would be my escort? I realize you have a beautiful girlfriend, but I just had to ask."

Steve smiled as he looked at the nervous woman. "Is the Marine that's recording your request your boyfriend or husband?" asked Steve. "I certainly don't want to have a jealous Marine after me."

"He's my brother. We're both going home on leave. We've been overseas and haven't been home in almost a year," replied the woman as she watched Steve's face for his reaction.

"Is he going to the Ball?" quizzed Steve. 

"Kyle? He doesn't have a date, and no real prospects," answered the woman.

"Then I'll tell you what. If you can talk your brother into escorting my girlfriend to the affair, you and I will have a date," replied Steve. "Do you think you can convince him?"

"Are you kidding?" laughed the woman. "I don't have to ask him. The other guys in his unit would kick his ass if he turned that offer down. Gwen Anderson won't mind going with a black man?"

"Wrong question," responded Steve immediately. "Your brother is a United States Marine. You're not suggesting that women are not safe around Marines, are you? Gwen and I would be delighted to attend the Ball with two Marines, not white Marines or black Marines, but Marines.

"I'll give you my contact information. We'll make plans next week. I want to thank you for thinking of me, and thank your brother for agreeing to escort Gwen. We'll both be proud to be seen with Marines," stated Steve with a big smile. "What is your name, by the way?"




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"I'm Denise Williams and this is my brother Kyle. I'm going to be the most popular woman there! Promise you'll only dance with me and my friends?"

"I will be your escort and treat you like a lady, but I won't be making any rash promises. I don't know who your friends are, and you may have some superior officers that want a dance. Would you refuse to allow me to dance with them?" responded Steve.

"I hadn't even thought of that! You know more about this stuff than I do. I'll be happy just to be seen on your arm when we walk into the ballroom. Anything after that will be icing on the cake," gushed the young Marine. 

Later that evening, Gwen called Steve to chat with him. "Charlotte showed me a Youtube clip today. It seems that you found me a date for the Marine Corps Ball. I have to fight off guys trying to get into my little thong every day and you go and set me up with a Marine that's been overseas for a year? I love it! We'll have a lot of fun and show the military that we really appreciate what they do for us."

"I didn't think you'd mind. I should have asked you first, but the sister totally surprised me when she asked. I didn't want to go without you, so I somehow managed to find a guy willing to go the dance with you," teased Steve.

"Yeah, I know how difficult that can be," agreed Gwen with a chuckle. "I'll be watching you guys on TV tomorrow night. Stephanie told me that Becky's movie turned out pretty good. She thinks it'll do quite well."

The next evening was a huge success for the foursome promoting their movie. Steve convinced Naomi to sing with him. They performed 'Unforgettable' live. They enjoyed an easy chemistry and the performance was surprisingly good. Then Steve and Becky sang the old Sinatra tune 'Something Stupid'. Once again, the audience was surprised at how well they did. Steve chose that song so Becky wouldn't feel alone or have to carry much of the load and she loved it.

Pete begged off on any singing, stating that he couldn't carry a tune to save his life. He did do well in the interview part, especially when he recounted how he and Becky met. He cleaned up the language considerably, but the story remained interesting to the audience.

Steve answered a few general questions about the recent kidnapping of the high school girls, but refused to discuss the actual shootings. The host quickly took the hint and switched the discussion to the Marine Corps Ball dates that Steve made with the siblings on the recent flight. The four left the taping confident that they had done a good job promoting the movie.

The following weekend, Lady in Red held the premiere of 'Singlehandedly' in Los Angeles on Friday evening so Gwen was able to attend more easily than if it had been on the East coast. She and Charlotte flew in from Stanford as soon as their lectures were concluded. The following evening, they were in New York City for another premiere. 

By the time the dust settled Sunday night, the movie had grossed just over a hundred million dollars and was considered a huge success. Becky and Pete received great reviews for their acting. Lady in Red Productions increased production of Becky and Pete action figures as a direct result of the movie's popularity.

The smoldering love scene between Naomi and Steve drew a great deal of attention. Whenever they were interviewed, they were frequently asked if there was any kind of romance going on between them.

Steve gave pretty much the same answer every time. "Naomi and I are very good friends, but we'll never be lovers. We respect Jared and Gwen far too much to ever even consider anything like that. We don't cheat on loved ones and we never will. We're sorry to disappoint you, but Gwen is the only woman I'm romantically interested in, and I'm so in love with her, it hurts." 

The movie continued to draw large crowds through October. Lady in Red planned on releasing Jordan and Charlie's movie at Thanksgiving and Gwen and Steve's at Christmas.

The weekend before the elections on November 8th, Lady in Red went on the road to perform in Los Angeles and Orlando. Vince Rosen's campaign had reserved two hours of broadcast time for each night. Friday's concert in LA was being broadcast on CBC while NBS would carry the Saturday evening concert in Orlando. 

The broadcasts would feature music most of the time, but with banners crawling across the bottom of the screen urging voters to consider Vince Rosen's candidacy. The candidate himself would speak for a minute every twenty minutes. His appearances would be live, not some taped speech. It was hoped that a large viewing audience would turn to watch Lady in Red and would consider Vince Rosen's request for support. The campaign was very close with Rosen leading by three percentage points. That was within the margin of error in every poll.

As the day approached, Charlie called Steve to give him the bad news. "The doctor doesn't want Jordan to travel. She's having some problems carrying the baby and he feels bed rest is the best thing for her. I don't feel that I can leave her alone at this time, so it looks like we'll both be missing in action for the weekend concerts. I'm truly sorry about it."

"Don't give it a thought," assured Steve. "The health of your baby and your wife is the most important thing in the world right now. I'd be disappointed if you didn't follow the doctor's advice, or if you left her alone to appear in the concert. You've been given a wonderful gift and you need to take care of your family. We'll miss you big time, but we'll manage. Vince will understand, so don't worry about it. Just take care of Jordan."

Steve and Gwen managed to find a couple of excellent studio musicians to fill in for Charlie. They also decided to feature Jodie Lane and her saxophone more. She was a real talent and the audience always responded well to her performance.

Gwen and Steve took the stage at the Hollywood Bowl a few minutes before eight to a thunderous reception. The Rosen campaign had given the seventeen thousand tickets to Rosen supporters to make certain that there would be no embarrassing incidents, protests, or signs and placards for the opposition. Gwen enjoyed the smaller venue. The crowd was very enthusiastic and she and Steve brought their best effort.

They did all of their hits, but concentrated on ballads and love songs, as requested by the campaign committee. Steve mostly played the piano while the hired musicians did a very good job handling the other instruments. 

Steve and Gwen gave Jodie Lane the freedom to play her sax whenever she felt it would add to the quality of the performance and she displayed an excellent understanding of her craft. Several times during the broadcast, Gwen would stand next to Jodie and sing as Jodie delighted the crowd with her sax skills.

Steve and Gwen added two songs by Springsteen in their repertoire for the evening. Gwen altered the lyrics slightly for 'I'm on Fire'. She had the males in the audience groaning as she sensually delivered the lyrics as Jodie accompanied her on the sax. Right after that, Steve performed 'Dancing in the Dark' with Jodie assisting again. The crowd loudly cheered its approval once again. 

Once the two hour show was over, Vince and Cynthia Rosen rushed up to thank Gwen and Steve. "All the reports we're getting are telling us that we had a huge TV audience! My advisors are delighted with the preliminary results. We don't know how many people left to get a beer or potato chips during my little speeches, but there had to be some viewers that stayed to watch and listen to me."

Saturday evening was pretty much a repeat of Friday and Gwen and Steve performed at the Amway Center in Orlando to twenty thousand loyal supporters of Vince Rosen's candidacy. They had become very comfortable performing with an outstanding saxophone player backing them. When the ratings were in the next day, Saturday evening had even more TV viewers than Friday. The last poll before the election was released Monday and showed Vincent Rosen with a six percent lead on his rival.

On Election Day, Gwen was declared the winner in her district as soon as the polls closed. The networks felt that their exit polls pointed to a landslide victory. The Red Lady had reserved the large ballroom at their hotel for the victory party. Gwen and Steve mingled and greeted people all afternoon and evening. They were extremely pleased to see a large number of citizens from their congressional district made the journey and they made sure to welcome them warmly.

Everyone in the ballroom kept an eye on the several large TV monitors to follow the presidential race. It was almost midnight when the first network projected Vince Rosen as the next president of the United States. More than a few people in the ballroom cheered and clapped at the news. 

Shortly after that, every major network and news outlet declared Rosen the winner. His victory speech was brief and humble. He thanked his supporters, his family, and his staff. He congratulated his opponent on an excellent campaign and promised to uphold the constitution and serve all of the people of the country. 

At twenty minutes to one, as Steve and Gwen were bidding goodbye to everyone that had come to celebrate Gwen's re-election, the next president of the United States and his wife entered the ballroom. Applause rang out as the Rosens smiled to the crowd as they approached Steve and Gwen.

Vincent Rosen hugged Gwen while his wife wrapped her arms around Steve and kissed his cheek. Then Vince shook Steve's hand while Cynthia and Gwen embraced each other briefly. 

"We wanted to congratulate Gwen on her resounding victory and to thank you for your support in a long and difficult campaign," stated Vincent Rosen to Steve and Gwen in the now quiet room. "Many of my aides have suggested that I may not have been elected without your support. We think they could be right. Consider this an invitation to be with my family at the inauguration in January. Thank you both." 

"You had sound ideas and presented them well. That's why you won," insisted Gwen. "You and Cynthia must be exhausted from months of campaigning. Steve and I are going to take a short island vacation just before Christmas, when my classes are done for the year. The Duke and Duchess and a few other friends will be there. Would you like to join us?"

"It would be nice to have a few days off and soak up some sun," admitted Cynthia Rosen. "I hope you'll bring Billy along so I can push him into a pool or something. Let us know the dates and what island and we'll do our best to be there. Vince really should get to know the Royals a little better anyway. Thanks for asking us. You both have been wonderful to us, even after Steve and Vince started out on the wrong foot."

"It didn't take Steve long to show me the error of my ways," laughed Vince Rosen. "I have to admit I was pretty pissed for a couple of weeks, especially when President Hanson dismissed my complaint so easily. I've tried to be more polite, but direct since then and it seems to have paid off."

As the two couples engaged in conversation, different reporters recorded the scene for later broadcasts. Although they could not hear the conversation, it was evident that Steve and Gwen were on very good terms with the next president of the United States. Photos of the four made every newspaper and internet news outlet across the nation.

The next morning, Steve was once again in Senator Chatham's office listening politely as she spoke of her concerns. "I honestly don't know how this situation will play out. You're my aide, but you're also known to be on rather friendly terms with the next president. You and President Hanson seemed to get along very well, but when Rosen assumes office, you'll be on a first name basis with your commander-in-chief. I was never in the military, but I know human nature. Many of your superiors are going to resent that although they outrank you, they won't dare piss you off in any way."

"I've been thinking about the same thing," admitted Steve. "I'm pretty much convinced that my time in the military is nearing an end. I have no desire to put my superiors in an untenable situation, or cause Vince any embarrassment. I've been checking my options. It's looking more and more like I'll leave the service by the end of July. That'll be my eight year mark. Please don't pass this on yet. I'm not certain, and I don't want to make the last few months of service a media circus."

"You know I won't tell anyone without your approval," responded Chatham. "Are you going to concentrate on your music and movie career?"

"My friend Jared and I have been receiving some feelers from an NFL team, so we may try playing there. I'm going to be pretty rusty and slow, so I may not make the team, but I'll always wonder about it if I don't try," answered Steve.

"Please tell me it's the Titans," blurted Senator Chatham. "The two of you could get us back in the play-offs!"

"Thanks for the vote of confidence, but we were both drafted by the 'Skins', so unless some sort of deal is made, or we're cut by Washington, this is where we'd play if we made the team."

"Are you kidding? I could probably play as well as some of the guys on that team," laughed Senator Chatham. "You'll be playing on Sundays next fall if that's what you want. I've never seen anyone able to achieve goals the way you do. Your discipline and determination are amazing. I'll be at the games, cheering you on, except when you play Tennessee, of course."

The conversation was interrupted when Naomi was shown into Chatham's office. "I'm sorry to bother you with personal things, Senator, but I wanted to tell Steve that I'll be going to the Marine Corps Ball, too. A good looking Marine asked me last night at Gwen's party. I told him that I'd have to speak with my boyfriend first.

"Jared just emailed me that's he's fine with it as long as I don't get too far from you. For some reason, he thinks I'm safe around you and you'll stop those good looking Marines from taking advantage of us little girls," chuckled Naomi. "Of course, he hasn't seen the video yet of me naked on your lap when we played that trick on Sybil."

"I'm not even going to ask," laughed Senator Chatham. "I just wish I had been fortunate to have good friends that I could trust so completely. I admire how well you all get along and enjoy each other. I know you'll have a good time at the Marine Corps Ball."

Valhalla was completed two weeks before Thanksgiving, so the extended family had an early afternoon dinner in the new hall. The dining room was huge, as was the commercial kitchen with every possible upgrade. It featured a walk-in freezer and walk-in cooler. There were several large commercial refrigerators and four big double ovens and a twenty foot length of stove top.

The women in the family refused to have the meal catered, even with the substantial number of people that had been invited. "This is really great!" exclaimed Lisa as she and the others prepared the meal. We all have room to work as well as ovens and stoves to use. I'm glad that we're the first to utilize this amazing kitchen. Our Valhalla is fit for a king and queen!"

"And they'll probably be visiting us here before too long," added Paula. "I never dreamed that my family would vacation with the Duke and Duchess, but in a few short weeks that's exactly what we'll be doing."

"I think maybe the real king and queen of Valhalla are already in the building," ventured Charlotte. "Billy mentioned a few times that Gwen is much like the queen in those wonderful movies we made. Steve is obviously the warrior, and together they've created their empire. We've all helped in various ways, especially Jordan and Charlie, but the driving force for Lady in Red, in my opinion, is a certain couple that started it all at a benefit dance."

"Charlotte, you're a great friend, but all of us have contributed to this company's success. You embarrass me with that comparison," revealed Gwen.

"Sis, I really was referring to you and Steve," admitted Lisa. "We've all done some pretty cool stuff, but Steve is 'the man', and you are 'the woman' in this company. We're not jealous about it or anything. You guys have carried us along and allowed all of us to grow and learn. Now we're all pretty accomplished, but you and Steve are the straws the stir the drink."

"I agree," stated Jordan as she waddled through the entrance. "Charlie and I discuss it all of the time. You're the reason we met, the reason, I'm sober, married, and close to giving birth to a beautiful little girl."

"Didn't we tell you to rest?" demanded Gwen as she moved next to Jordan to take her arm. "We can handle this. At least sit down and just watch. You can join in the conversation, but absolutely no work for you today."

"I just hope I get through the premiere tonight without my water breaking," laughed Jordan. "I really appreciate that our new movie is opening here in Sparta so I can be at the premiere."

"We wouldn't have it any other way," insisted Stephanie. "You did a super job in that movie. It made me cry, laugh, and get horny at different times. I love the title that we finally decided on."

"I agree. 'Jurisprudence' is a pretty cool word and it's a pretty cool movie," pointed out Kate. "I think it'll be a blockbuster."

"Thanks, Kate," replied Jordan. "And thanks for suggesting the title. Law school is paying off already!"

With friends and family, thirty-four people were gathered around the three large tables when Ted gave the toast. He recounted the accomplishments of his family since the last Thanksgiving. He gave thanks that Steve had recovered completely from the wounds he received foiling the kidnapping. Then he mentioned how much joy little Theresa had brought to the family and how much everyone looked forward to loving and spoiling Jordan and Charlie's new baby. More than a few tears were shed during Ted's lengthy toast. 

The meal was a great success and the conversation flowed as friends and family recounted their experiences and memories from years past and their hopes for the future. After a few hours to digest the meal, everyone prepared for the premiere of 'Jurisprudence', which was slated for six PM.

Steve and Gwen drew an enthusiastic round of applause as they stepped out of their limo and waved to their Spartan friends and neighbors. They nodded and spoke to quite a few of the locals as they walked the red carpet. It endeared everyone in the town to the couple. The movies made in Sparta provided good jobs for many residents, but to be mentioned by name by major movie stars was huge to the hometown folks. 

Last to walk the carpet were Charlie and Jordan. Everyone watched as Charlie carefully helped Jordan out of the car and up the red carpet. Once Jordan had gathered herself and began smiling and waving, the crowd opened up a thunderous applause. Jordan looked beautiful as she carried the glow of an expectant mom. 

Once again, Lady in Red Productions had a huge hit on its hands. The reviews were excellent and talk soon started about possible Academy Award nominations. Over the long weekend, the movie grossed over two hundred million dollars in the US and around the world!

The Sunday morning after the opening, Jordan gave birth to a seven pound healthy baby girl in the very hospital for which Jordan had worked so hard to raise funds. It was later in the afternoon when Gwen and Steve were shown into Jordan's room to see the baby.

Gwen made all of the appropriate noises as she held the newborn in her arms and smiled from ear to ear.

"Unless, I miss my guess, Gwen's going to want a few of her own before too long," suggested Charlie. "You'd better get your sleep in now, because everyone says that once you have kids, you never get enough rest."

"When you guys need some rest, or alone time away from this precious little girl, just let us know," responded Gwen. "We'll take little Ruth Cindy anytime!" 




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"I'm still getting used to hearing her name," grinned a tired looking Jordan. "Charlie's mother was so happy when we named her after her mother. Of course my mom was quite pleased, as you know. You saw her cry when we told her what we were going to name the baby."

Gwen turned to Steve and carefully handed the baby to him. Steve wasted no time making faces and strange noises to the little girl.

"We were thinking of teaching her English first," laughed Jordan. "Then Uncle Steve can give her lessons in all of those other languages he speaks."

"Uncle Steve? I like that a lot. I'm Ruth's uncle!" exclaimed Steve softly. "She's going to be as beautiful as her mother and we're going to spoil her rotten."

Gwen and Charlotte returned to Stanford that evening while Steve, Naomi, Ashley, and Kate traveled back to Washington, along with numerous security people. It was a relatively quiet time as everyone prepared for the looming holidays. Lady in Red had leased several large homes on the beach on Grand Cayman Island for December, several days before Christmas. The Duke and Duchess and their children were scheduled to be on the island at the same time.

On the ninth of December, Time Magazine announced that Steve and Gwen were selected 'Person of the Year'. Their faces were featured on the cover with the caption 'Heroism'. The magazine explained how the decision was reached and recounted all of the achievements the couple had managed over the course of the year. Steve and Gwen were actually surprised when they read the list of accomplishments.

'This makes us sound like heroes," worried Gwen. "I don't know why they included me. You're the real hero." 

It appears that the editors felt that a woman that would jump into the icy Potomac to rescue a jerk, fight a smear campaign in congress, defeat a Chechen terrorist in hand to hand combat and then operate on the son of the Russian president with a steak knife and a straw, build an entire hospital for the poor of Kiev, perform on air craft..."

"Okay! I read the article! I still think that you're the real hero and I just follow your lead. Saving those girls on that bus was enough without all of the other things you managed in Russia, Washington, North Korea, and all over the world. Time Magazine got it right when they picked you. I'm sure of that much." 

The next day, Gwen, Naomi, and Steve took a limo south to National Harbor, Maryland. They had agreed to meet their dates at a local hotel, where they had taken rooms for the night. 

"I'm going to be waiting for you to come in tonight," promised Steve as he dressed for the affair. "You'd better not be late."

"First you set me up with a date, and now you're warning me to get in early? That doesn't sound very romantic," stated Gwen. "Can you offer me any incentive to be back early?"

Steve pulled Gwen into his arms and kissed her passionately. "I hope that gives you an idea of the so-called incentive I will have for you tonight."

"In that case, I'll be back before the dancing begins," laughed Gwen.

Steve accompanied both Naomi and Gwen to the hotel lobby. They were both absolutely stunning. Naomi was in dress uniform while Gwen wore a long red gown that showed a hint of her ample cleavage, but was modest compared to styles she often wore. She knew that the ladies were expected to show class and decorum at a military ball. 

Kyle was standing and waiting for Gwen to appear. He seemed nervous when Steve led Gwen up to him for the introductions. Once the introductions were finished and Gwen took the Marine's arm, Steve looked the young man in the eye.

"I don't trust Gwen with just any man. I know you'll look after her and keep her from any harm. I also know that you expect me to treat your sister the same way. This should be a fun night, but just remember that Gwen means the world to me and I'll be very upset if she has any problems."

"Can you imagine how he'll be when some young man stops in to take our daughter out in twenty years?" laughed Gwen. "He's worse than my father.

"Don't worry about us, Lieutenant Hammer," continued Gwen. "We won't be too far away from you this evening. Besides, I can tell that Kyle is a perfect gentleman." 

Steve smiled and then escorted Naomi to a tall Marine with a huge smile. Naomi introduced the two men and Steve gave a similar talk to that Marine. "Dad and Jared would be proud of you," chuckled Naomi. "Luke will be a perfect gentleman, I'm sure. He's a Marine and that's how they are, especially after you give them that speech."

The introductions as they entered the ballroom were revealing. When Congresswoman Gwen Anderson and Private Kyle Williams were introduced, everyone in attendance applauded loudly. Steve felt a swell of pride as he watched how regally Gwen walked into the room and how much she was loved and respected by those in attendance.

He was somewhat surprised when he and Denise received a very warm welcome when they were introduced. He enjoyed the reception they received and Denise positively beamed. Naomi and her date did not go unnoticed either. Naomi's smile was a mile wide as she entered on the arm of her escort.

There was a reality show star at the affair and Steve actually felt sorry for her. She had a dress so low in front that over half of each substantial breast was exposed. Her dress was backless and it only came to mid thigh. Steve knew that many of the men enjoyed looking at her, but she apparently had no idea how improper her attire was. 

Steve was not overly surprised when the actress wound up sitting at his table, along with Gwen and Naomi and their escorts. He struggled to not show his irritation when the woman somehow wound up sitting next to him. She frequently leaned toward Steve to speak to him and when she did, he had a complete view of her large breasts.

Steve saw smirks on both Naomi and Gwen's faces as he studiously ignored any further glimpses of the woman's ample bosom. He turned to Denise and chatted with her and the other occupants of the table. When the music started, the big boobed actress wanted Steve to dance with her, but Steve politely explained that he was escorting Denise to the affair and would certainly dance with her first.

"Thanks for coming with me and for giving me the first dance," began Denise. "I know she's beautiful and her breasts are huge so it must have been difficult to turn her down."

"Honestly, I would much rather have you in my arms than some silicone wannabe," replied Steve. "You're a lovely woman and you're real. You're serving your country as a Marine. I find you much more interesting."

Steve danced the first several dances with Denise. She had a continuous smile plastered on her face. Her brother was just as bad as Gwen remained with Denise's brother for the same dances. 

There were some stifled chuckles when a big, burly Marine Captain asked Gwen for the next dance. "I'd like the next dance, I'm Captain Sloan. You really should be escorted by an officer."

"My date needs to give his approval before I'll dance with someone else," responded Gwen with a forced smile. Reluctantly, the officer turned to Kyle. Rather than make a simple request, the Captain demonstrated his complete lack of class.

"I'll have the next dance with your sexy date. You don't mind, do you, Private?" demanded the man as he stared down at the young Marine.

"Don't bother responding, Kyle." insisted Gwen quite suddenly. "I really don't care to dance with you, Captain."

"What? You'll dance with this black kid, but not with me?" asked the stunned and thoroughly embarrassed man. "You're nothing but a big titted..."

Steve had watched the interaction from quite close since he and Denise had been waiting for the music to begin for the next dance. Steve hurried over to Gwen and as he offered his arm, he 'accidently' bumped Captain Sloan. The accidental bump was so forceful that it staggered the partially inebriated Sloan. 

"Kyle, would you mind if I..." was all Steve could manage to say before the very irate Captain Sloan came charging back at Steve with a fist pulled back.

"Captain!" barked an authoritative voice from behind Steve. "You will turn around and return to your seat immediately."

Sloan hesitated briefly, but his instinct for survival won out over his embarrassment and anger. His face flushed red as he gave a quick "Yes, Sir!" and turned on his heel to return to his seat. 

"Congresswoman Anderson, Lieutenant Hammer, I apologize for that unfortunate turn of events," spoke a tall, ramrod straight Marine. "I'm Colonel Hood. Believe me when I tell you that boorish behavior like Captain Sloan just demonstrated is not tolerated in the Marine Corps. Rest assured that he will receive a reprimand and a possible demotion."

"Will Kyle get into any trouble over this?" asked a concerned Gwen. "He's a private, and an officer with an agenda can make things very difficult for him."

"Again, I assure you that Private Williams will not suffer from any recriminations. Unless you'd consider the envy of every other Marine at this affair a form of suffering," continued Colonel Hood smoothly.

"Private Williams, may I have the next dance with your date," asked a smiling Colonel Hood.

"Yes sir!" responded Kyle immediately. "And thank you, Sir!"

"Congresswoman Anderson, would you grant me the honor of the next dance?"

"Why Colonel Hood, I thought you'd never ask! I'd be delighted," smiled Gwen before turning to Steve. "Lieutenant Hammer, thank you for your defense of my honor. I promise to save a dance for you." 

The festivities were nearing the end when Colonel Hood approached Steve and Gwen at their table. "I have been tasked to make the request that you dance to 'Lady in Red' before we end the evening. This request comes from General Maxwell's wife, as if that might influence your response."

Gwen glanced at Steve and then nodded to the Colonel. "We are here as guests and certainly appreciate your hospitality and tradition. We'd be honored to perform that dance."

"There's one other thing," added Colonel Hood carefully. "Mrs. Maxwell would really like to hear Lieutenant Hammer sing it as he dances with you. She saw it on that damn YouTube once and has been hoping to witness it in person ever since."

Gwen simply laughed and nodded again as she led Steve to the excellent band that had been supplying the music for the event. Soon Steve was fitted with a microphone. He spoke with the musicians for a short while before leading Gwen onto the floor.

Colonel Hood stepped to the stage and introduced Steve and Gwen and told those attending that they had agreed to perform 'Lady in Red' for those in attendance. The music began and Steve swept Gwen into his arms and began singing. No one else was dancing as Steve guided Gwen gracefully across the floor.

There was a long and loud ovation at the finish. Gwen and Steve bowed several times before Steve led Gwen to General Maxwell's table. Gwen smiled and hugged Mrs. Maxwell and thanked her for making the request. Steve could easily see that the general's wife was very pleased with the performance and the opportunity to speak with Gwen. Steve knew that would please General Maxwell, and a happy general is much easier on the enlisted men.

Gwen, Steve, and Naomi returned to their hotel within a few minutes of each other. They sat in Naomi's room for half an hour discussing the evening's events before Gwen and Steve retired to their room. 

Christmas time was fast approaching. Everyone but Gwen and Charlotte were already in Sparta a full week before the holiday. The two med students were due in the next day. Most of those present would meet them at the airport, board the Red Lady, and head for Grand Cayman Island and a vacation with the Duke and Duchess. Christmas was on a Saturday and Gwen, Jordan, Charlie, and Steve were once again doing a TV special on Christmas Eve from Sparta. They would return to Sparta Wednesday evening and spend Thursday and Friday preparing for the live telecast Christmas Eve. It was indicative of how relaxed and confident they had become to allow so little time for rehearsals.

Paula and Lisa had arranged to have a large dinner party with friends and family before the trip to Grand Cayman Island. Once again, it was a large and boisterous group. The conversation was lively and the laughter frequent. Once the dessert was served, and everyone was seated, Steve turned to Gwen's father. 

"Sir?" began Steve in a very serious voice. Conversation suddenly stopped and the room became extremely quiet. 

Surprised at the silence, Steve flushed slightly but continued as Ted waited for him to speak. "Sir," repeated Steve. "I'd like to have your permission to ask Gwen to marry me." 

Paula raised her hand to her mouth as tears began trickling down her cheeks. Ted remained quiet as he nodded his head slowly in understanding. Everyone else was spell bound as they awaited Ted's response.

"Son, Gwen's mother and I have discussed this possibility quite a few times over the years. It's my great pleasure to tell you that nothing would please us more. We already feel that you're part of our family. This will simply cement that fact. Welcome to our family, although Gwen will make that final determination," added Ted with a huge smile as he held his hand out to Steve.

The room erupted in applause and whistles as everyone tried to speak at once. Paula stood and hurried over to Steve who rose from his chair to meet her. She threw her arms around him and hugged him tightly as she cried into his chest.

"Like Gwen will refuse that request!" stated Kate loud enough for everyone to hear. "It looks like we'll be planning another wedding. How do two superstars get married anyway?"

Steve still held a crying Paula in his arms as he spoke to the group. "I'm asking that no one tell Gwen about this. I'm going to ask the director of our TV special to give me a minute at the beginning of the show to ask Gwen to marry me. Please let it be a surprise."

"I've got to hand it to you, you've got balls!" laughed Billy. "Are they going to have a close-up of you crying like a little baby if Gwen turns you down?"

"That'll never happen!" insisted Jordan. "I think it's one of the most romantic things I've ever heard. Gwen will be over the moon. Charlie showed the way when he asked me in the middle of a concert in front of our hometown. Of course, he was pretty certain of the outcome, too." 

"Paula, you've got to let go of your new son so the rest of us can congratulate him," complained Diane. "I saw this coming that day at the pool. Our family has been blessed ever since."

Everyone kept their promise of silence to Steve. They met Gwen and Charlotte at the airport and flew to Grand Cayman. They were joined by the Duke and Duchess later that day. President-elect Vince Rosen and Cynthia Rosen arrived that evening. Photographers were allowed an hour of photographs if they agreed to leave the vacationers alone the rest of the time.

Gwen and Steve were somewhat surprised at how much was made of the vacation by the press and people on the internet. There were even conspiracy theories floated about what was actually discussed and planned by the group. For Steve and Gwen, it was simply a relaxing few days with some of the people they enjoyed the most in the world. Politics were never discussed. 

Gwen, Jordan, Lisa, Kate, Cynthia Rosen and the Duchess did manage to discuss children's health issues and they agreed to make an effort to work to improve conditions for children around the world. Steve, Charlie, Vince, and the Prince discussed sports, fishing, women, and the merits of various brews that they sampled.

Refreshed and invigorated, everyone returned to their homes to prepare for the holidays. Jordan was still nursing her baby regularly but was able to appear on the show for Christmas Eve. This year, the show was from Valhalla. It was the first glimpse of the impressive structure for the public. There was a huge tree in the huge center hall with wrapped gifts piled high. Off to the sides and in other rooms were rows and rows of winter clothing, boots, gloves, and other cold weather gear.

The show was to begin with Steve and Gwen doing a small sketch they had rehearsed. As Gwen waited for Steve to deliver his opening line, he suddenly dropped to one knee! Gwen gasped and brought her hands to her wide opened mouth as Steve gazed up at her.

"Gwen, I love you more than I ever thought possible. Would you give me the great honor of becoming my wife?" asked Steve as he held up a small ring. "My grandfather gave this ring to my grandmother, and Dad gave it to Mom. Will you wear it as a sign of our love?"

The entire set went quiet. Even the small children sensed something was afoot. They went silent and watched the famous couple in front of the cameras.

"Steve, I've dreamed of this day since the moment we met at the mall years ago. I have never loved before I met you, and I don't think it's possible to love a person any more than I love you. I'll be proud to wear this wonderful ring, be your wife, and share your life. The honor is mine!" 

As she finished speaking, Gwen grabbed Steve's hand and tugged him to his feet. He slid the ring onto her finger before she slowly wrapped her arms around his neck as he lowered his lips to hers. Cheers, whistles, and applause continued as the two remained in that position.

The stage was quickly flooded with family and friends. The women pried the couple apart and embraced Gwen. The guys shook a grinning Steve's hand. This lasted for a minute before the station went to commercial so the director could regain control and get everyone back on script.

The rest of the program was performed perfectly. Viewers at home could not help but notice that Gwen frequently held her hand out and gazed at her ring as tears would trickle down her cheeks. The usual festive feelings were increased by the joy everyone felt for Gwen and Steve. They both beamed as they passed out gifts to children when they weren't performing. 

Jordan and Charlie were scheduled to perform the closing number. Jordan took part of that time to offer their feelings about Gwen and Steve.

"We've witnessed something very special tonight," began Jordan. "Two of the people that Charlie and I love most in the world are going to be united in marriage. Valhalla will now have its king and queen, and we couldn't be happier. All that we are, all that we've accomplished, and all that we may ever accomplish has been made possible by these two incredible people. Charlie and I wish them well, and we promise to strive to live up to their standards and expectations. God bless them!"