0 comments/ 4236 views/ 3 favorites Veni, Vidi, Vici By: mattwatt43 "'Veni, vidi, vici!'" he said to himself. "Shit! I can't believe it!" He shook his head and said again: "Veni, vidi, vici!" And immediately his heart went into his throat because he realized that he was saying it out loud now. He was standing before her, and she was giving him an incredulous look because she knew what he was talking about, having mentioned Caesar's words. It's just that she didn't know how he knew. He was, for that instance, frozen in place. John Sutton, or 'Slick Johnnie Sutton, as he was called by his Uncle Brad, after a small time bank robber and jail break expert from another age --- 'Slick Willie Sutton' --- at his present age of 35 was on the verge of taking over the company totally, from his Dad and his Uncle Brad. He'd been brought up for that; trained for that. It was the center of his interest --- almost! The almost needs to be mentioned because in addition to having a keen interest in both vision and glasses --- the center of the business that his Dad and Uncle had built up and were passing on to 'Slick Johnnie' --- John Sutton was an inveterate tinker with strange and 'out there' kinds of ideas. He loved to doodle with vision problems in the work area that he had in the basement of the house that his Dad had given to him, when he felt the need to go 'smaller' and move to Arizona to have the kind of leisure that he wanted. As a matter of fact, in doing that, Herb, Johnnie's Dad, was only following what Brad had already done. They were both well pleased with how well Johnnie knew the business and also was up on the technical aspects of vision therapy, and eye glass technology. But Johnnie had his projects. He was constantly trying to discover a way to produce glasses that would make it possible for security agents to be able to detect hidden weapons. He worked on that kind of idea from a number of different angles, never really, until now, succeeding. John, loved, in addition to the vision business, tinkering with electronics. He was a 'whiz' at technical problems, and having been born into the computer age, was also a 'whiz' at computer technology and related fields. It was with such a combination of interests and abilities that he'd tackled his project to produce the kind of glasses that he was sure would make security problems easier to solve. He had, indeed, even come up with a prototype that he was going to be testing himself, to see if it indeed worked. He wanted to be able to detect hidden weapons and see if his new prototype glasses would allow him to do that. He chose a Sunday for his experiment. He went, as usual to church. In addition to his other 'loves' and 'interests', John also loved the liturgy of the church. It spoke to his soul somehow, he'd often say to himself. He was a faithful member of All Saints parish and an admirer of the new rector, Julia Bornely. It's just that he was never sure if he should call her 'Father Julia' or 'Mother Julia' or what. That made him laugh, every time he thought of it. He'd also taken the time to speak to her about that dilemma, and she was down to earth enough to join him in the laughter. He took the glasses with him to church. He had decided to see if, when wearing the glasses, he could detect hidden objects that people had. It was the focal point of the experiment that day. Once the service was over, he joined the line of those greeting 'Father Julia' and slipped his normal glasses off and put the prototypes on. He looked around and, as innocently as possible, tapped the 'engage' spot on the side of the glasses. As he did that, he was almost ready to greet 'Father Julia'. (Julia Bornely was, at that time, 37 years old. She'd been ordained to the priesthood, when she was 25 and had served a number of years as an associate, before coming to All Saints. She was fairly tall, 5'9", and carried her 132 lbs well. She had dark, reddish hair and was, all told, a very attractive woman. She was, however, not nearly ready for what was about to happen to her.) John tapped his glasses and the scene in front of him changed. He wasn't ready for what the glasses were about to do, for when Father Julia came into focus, John discovered that he was seeing her in her underwear. The effect of the glasses, which he'd never suspected or planned for, was to remove her outer clothes. She was wearing a pair of normal panties and a soft bra, showing her breasts and nipples above and her pubic hair below. John was almost totally blown away by what he was seeing, and frantically tapped the glasses to turn off the effect. (Right then, John didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Father Julia looked wonderful in her panties and bra but he was in church, he told himself critically, and sought frantically to turn the glasses off and stop their effect.) The next tap on the 'engage' spot that he made, however, swept the panties and bra away and there, in all her 5'9" glory was Father Julia, totally naked to John's gaze. In an instant he took in the luxuriant amount of neatly trimmed pubic hair, also auburn/red in color and the size of her nipples. John looked up frantically, and noticed that she was smiling at him, obviously not having any idea of what his glasses were showing him. Then it happened. Then he saw it: the tattoo. Written across her lower stomach, just above her pubic hair were the words: 'veni, vidi, vici'. John muttered them to himself, astonished and then, to his everlasting chagrin, he said them out loud to her, as he was standing right in front of her: "Veni, vidi, vici!" he said, ready to kick himself for saying it out loud. "What?" she said but she'd heard him and she gave him a look that was part inquisitive, part total horror and part all out amusement. "What did you say?" she asked softly. And John, no longer 'Slick Johnnie' at all, found himself repeating what he'd said. "'Veni, vidi, vici!'" he said, only realizing that, in his haze, he'd said it again to her, once she asked. "You'd better come with me," Father Julia said, "I have some questions for you." For John it was like the legendary trip to the head master's office. In an absolute surge of courage, as he walked with her to the front of the church, John tapped the 'engage' button again and there, just a bit in front of him was Father Julia in her panties and bra. He noticed that the tag of her panties was sticking up above the waist band. The panties were a soft almost pearl white color and made, apparently, of fairly thin nylon. The vision surged through John's awareness and he realized that he was instantly erect. He sat then in a front pew, while she retrieved a few items from the altar and the pulpit. With more bravado than he thought he'd ever have, John tapped the 'engage' button again, saying to himself: "Well, in for a penny, in for a pound!" and had a totally naked Father Julia now in his view. He took her all in then, realizing that he was going to have to come up with an explanation and very soon. But for now it was auburn colored pussy hair, that startling 'veni, vidi, vici' tattoo and also, he noticed on her right breast, just above her nipple a star with an exclamation point next to it. John just stared and stared. She was ready in a few minutes, and he, as casually as he could, adjusted the glasses and turned off the sensors, making the view totally natural now. "Would you please come with me?" Julia asked him. He smiled and nodded his head, going with her, first to the vestry, where she deposited her vestments carefully and then she led him to her office. She was wearing a simply blue a-line skirt and a white blouse, and sensible heels. (Plus, he knew, trying to to grin or snicker, panty hose, pearl white 'granny' panties and a soft white bra!) They got to the office and there was a desk with a chair in front of it, plus, off to the side in a kind of bay window with curtains covering the window, a sitting area with chairs and a table between them. By the time they were seated, Julia was smiling at him. It was a hopeful sign for John. She at least wasn't blazingly mad at him, it seemed. It was she who began: "Now you said to me 'veni, vidi, vici', correct?" John was totally resigned to having to explain this now and shook his head 'yes' and said as much. "Will you please explain?" she asked. "Because we both know what you were talking about, don't we, John?" "Yes, we do," he said, struggling with a smile. "I'm really intrigued by this," she went on, "I mean, how you found that out." John sighed a great sigh and said: "Okay, let me explain. It'll take some background, and I need you to know that it was a total, and complete accident on my part." "I see," she said, with a ghost of a smile on her face. He went into it then. He talked about being raised in the optical business and always having had a bent for tinkering and coming up with gadgets. He spoke of his mania for doing such things. "I've kind of stepped into the business and have always been encouraged by my Dad and my Uncle Herb." He paused and then went on, when she smiled. "Well, I have my own lab set up in the basement of my house," he said next, and went on to explain that his Dad had moved out and given him the 'big house', where his lab was. Next he explained the design that he was trying to incorporate with the glasses that he was designing. "It was my thought to make a pair of glasses that would allow the wearer to simply push an 'engage' button to allow him or her to see if people were carrying a weapon or some other kind of device. It was a design that I hoped to be able to perfect and then produce for law enforcement and security at airports etc." She shook her head 'yes' at this, encouraging him to go on. What helped was her attitude. She no longer seemed outraged by what he'd said. He was more at ease now and went on with his story. "I've only recently finished my design and actually made the glasses," he said finally. "So, those are the glasses?" she asked. "Yes," he said. "And exactly where is the 'engage' switch?" she asked. "Oh, it's only on the surface up here on top," he said. "It made it possible to engage them using a gesture that simply looked like a normal gesture." "I see," she said. "I wore them today and decided, after the mass, to try them out in the crowd. But something happened. I discovered, as I was approaching you, that the glasses did things that I never intended." "Like what?" she asked, really focusing her gaze on him now. "Well," he said, stammering now, "This is embarrassing!" "John," she said softly. He screwed up his courage to tell her the worst of it. "The glasses, once I engaged them, were able to show if anyone had a concealed weapon; however, when I looked at you, with them engaged, they also show you standing there only in your underwear!" Her hand flew to her mouth in surprise and she kind of huffed with this knowledge. "Is that what they did?" she asked, incredulous. He shook his head 'yes'. "But more," he said. "More?" she asked agog. "Yes," he said. "I pushed the engage spot then to stop the effect and that simply sent the sensors to a higher power and then you were there totally naked!" She really gasped then, with her hand to her mouth again, and a barely audible but real giggle, working its way through her hand. "John," she said, once she'd calmed down, and realized that he was waiting for the worst from her, "How do I know that you're telling the truth?" He sighed and decided to get it all over with quickly. "Your panties are pearl white; they're nylon and don't hide very much. Your pubic hair is auburn and trimmed, and the tag of your panties is sticking up out from the back waist band. Also, you have a star and an exclamation point on your right breast, next to your nipple." Into the silence that ensued next were her words, almost spoken automatically: "Yes, that's for my fiancŽ Jeffery, who was killed in Afghanistan." "Oh, sorry!" he said, and she nodded, deep in that thought for a moment. She focused on him again and he launched into his apology. "I'm so sorry, Father Julia!" he said. She held up her hand and said: "Julia!" He nodded and said: "Julia." "I'm so sorry; it was totally unintentional! Totally!" "Quite a surprise for you; I guess!" she said. "Huge one!" he admitted. "But they worked!" she said. "They did!" he agreed. "You're not putting me on?" she asked. "No, I'm not," he said. She thought for a moment and then held out her hand. "Give them to me," she said. He hesitated but she said right away: "No, I'm not going to damage them. But I need to do a test for my own sake." He nodded and handed her the glasses. He indicated where the 'engage' spot was and she put them on. She walked over to the closet and opened the closet. It had a full length mirror on the back of the open closet door. She pushed the 'engage' spot and immediately she gasped. "My god!" she said involuntarily. "You're right! They do!" Then she giggled. "What do I do now?" "Push the 'engage' spot again," he instructed. She did and then she was giggling totally. She turned to him in her mirth and said: "You wicked man!" He held up his hands and said: "It was totally an accident!" She was grinning at him and it made him feel more at ease. "During the mass?" she asked. "Oh, no, Father," he said quickly, "Only afterwards . . . " His voice trailed off then. "And?" she asked, suspicion in her voice. "And while you were walking me to the front and gathering your things from the altar and pulpit," he blushed then. She giggled again and said: "You wicked man! I'm not sure that I should give these back to you, but here!" "I promise to use them responsibly," he said, "And I need to work on them some more to weed out those capabilities. They don't need to be that sensitive to be able to do what I want them to do." She got up then and said to him: "Thanks for being honest with me, John." He gave her an inquisitive look and said: "'Veni, vidi, vici?" She grinned at him and said: "I love Caesar; it is my motto for meeting and dealing with problems. I grew up fairly poor and was determined to be able to pursue my goal, a goal that I'd set for myself at a very early age. Caesar just kind of spoke to that determination. The tattoo was actually the product of an immature mind." "But John, I need to think about this. Please don't use your glasses on me any more today!" She smiled as she said it. "I promise!" he said, as he left. Just as he was about to leave, she totally surprised him by pulling him into a hug. She held him for a number of seconds, enjoying the feel of the hug. The only thing that made him uncomfortable about it was the fact that he realized that he was getting an erection for the parish priest! He left blushing. When Julia was alone, she sat and positively laughed to herself: "Well, that was unexpected!" She laughed again then and said: "John Sutton; so nice looking!" And thinking it over, and her obvious reaction to him she said to herself: "'Veni, vidi, vici'!" BACK TO THE DRAWING BOARD: Instead of his normal practice of brunch after mass, he went directly back to his lab in the basement of the house. He had an idea for refining the capabilities of the glasses. One of the things that bothered him, was that at the church, when he had the glasses turned on, he noticed all sorts of naked bodies that were on the periphery of his vision. He wanted to control that kind of thing. It's what he worked on for the balance of the afternoon, and far into the evening. During his siege with the project, Julia did cross his mind. He took a break then and wrote her an e-mail message: "I apologize for what happened this morning. I realize how shocking it must have been for you." She sent him an e-mail back right away: "Shocking! I guess! 'Veni, vidi, vici!' indeed." Then came another e-mail right away that said: "Giggling and blushing!" His return to her was: "Love to see that!" Then she wrote: "Please promise me not to bring them to mass again." "Well," he answered, "Strictly speaking, I didn't bring that capability to mass to begin with. My only idea, at the end of the mass, once it was over, was to look for hidden weapons. I had no idea that the glasses had the power that they did eventually display." Her answer: "Giggling again!" He shot back at her: "You liked it!" She sent: "Don't think I want to comment about that!" He answered: "Admit it!" "Won't!" she said and added: "Giggling again! You're a bad influence on me!" "Good, I'm glad!" he said next. "I can still remember the shock, when I looked at myself in the office mirror, with the glasses on and powered up!" she wrote. He wrote back: "Laughing myself now." Then there was an inquiry: "What doing now?" "Working on them again; tinkering and changing the capabilities!" "Ohhhhh!" she said, "You didn't destroy them? Change them? Too bad!" "Wicked woman!" he shot back at her. "Giggling," she wrote. "No," he wrote eventually, "Just tinkering with an idea at this point. My goal is to make a set of them that would be capable of detecting hidden weapons. That's what I'm after, and once I achieve that, I will try to market them." "Good luck, Wicked man!" she wrote. "Yes, back to the drawing board," he said. "Please keep me informed!" was her last note to him. He promised to do that. It was John's usual habit to go out to brunch after church and he treated himself to his local favorite, 'Cracker Barrel'. The work he had decided to do, however, kept him from that but by the end of the day, he thought that he was ready to test again and allowed himself the 'Cracker Barrel' treat the next morning for late breakfast. He was excited about the changes that he'd made and the new capabilities that he'd introduced to the prototype glasses. He also believed that he knew exactly what he had to do in order to produce a prototype that would do only what he wanted it to do. That was what he needed to be working on that week. He sat there, at the restaurant, deep in thought about what had happened at All Saints. He realized that part of Father Julia's attitude intrigued him. She simply wasn't as shocked and angry as he had thought she would be. He realized that what had happened was indeed an accident but still he was wondering. He had positively enjoyed the e-mail exchanges with her yesterday afternoon. Then the thought struck him; it made him smile and he went with it. "It's time now.Why not?" he said. "Test its new capabilities." He took the glasses out of his pocket and slipped them on, taking out his phone, as though to read something on it. Then he quietly hit the 'engage' button and looked around for a target. Right then the waitress was coming toward him. She was a tall, young lady and was wearing tight black pants and a tee shirt. She said her name was 'Lee' and she was going to be serving him. He smiled at her and gave her his order. Then, as she turned to walk away. He pressed the 'engage' button on the glasses but also, looking at Lee's retreating back, and the swing of her butt cheeks, as she went, he also pressed a small button on the other side of the glasses. Immediately the retreating figure of Lee was there in her glory, wearing a soft pink bra, and a pair of pink panties. John looked around and smiled at himself, giving himself a congratulatory message. Lee was the only one that the glasses were focused on, and whose clothes had been removed. She appeared from the kitchen then and retrieved a coffee pot. John focused on her again, only this time he upped the calibration of the glasses, with the 'engage' button and Lee was fantastically naked. She had a star tattoo on her left hip and had dark brown curly pubic hair, in contrast to her blond look. Veni, Vidi, Vici John was tickled with himself. She gave him a big smile and poured his coffee, and John looked around. During his brunch, he selected various 'targets' for his observation. The grandest of these turned out to be an older woman. John guessed that she must be in her 40's, mid to late. She had dark hair and was large in the bust. She was, he thought, gorgeous. For the balance of his meal, he trained his glasses on her and, first, took her down to a pair of white, nylon panties and a white bra but then, for the rest of the meal, he simply had her sitting there, in profile to him, naked. It was dazzling! Her nipples were large and puffy and John was like a kid with a new toy. He watched the woman until she got up with her companion to leave, and then it was the treat of watching her retreating butt cheeks wiggle as she went. With a sigh then, he took the glasses off and put them away, totally pleased with himself and what he'd accomplished but determined to discipline himself and not run amok with them. FATE: OBSERVING AND USING: On his way back home, John decided to stop at the local pharmacy that he used. He needed a few things. As he approached the pharmacy, he had a random thought about using the glasses. He knew that they would have the basic capabilities that he'd wanted at first. He decided that this would be a kind of test of those capabilities. There were three men heading into the pharmacy. He decided idly for himself that they were criminals. One of them had on a trench coat. He swept them with the glasses on, and stopped dead in his tracks, when he saw that the one with the trench coat was carrying, under the coat, a shotgun. He also noticed that the other two had guns in their hands. John was immediately breathing hard. He tried to keep his wits about him and made a quick call to 911. He reported a robbery that was about to take place, indicating that he'd seen the drawn weapons in the hands of the three men. The police responded immediately with three cruisers. John met them and only briefly told them of the three men. The police went into the building and were in time to avert the intended hold up, and collected the robbers. Once it was taken care of, one of the policemen went to John. He was, by his uniform, a sergeant. He wanted to know how John knew about the weapons. "There's a long explanation to that," he said. Very politely, the sergeant asked if he'd come to the station and explain it to them. John sighed and said that 'yes' he would. He realized that he really couldn't refuse to cooperate. At the police station, the sergeant oversaw dealing with the prospective robbers and John was sent to the office of the lieutenant of the shift. John sat in the office for a few minutes, while the sergeant briefed the lieutenant on what had happened. Then the lieutenant entered and offered his hand to John. "Mr Sutton," he said, "Lieutenant Wayne." "Lieutenant!" John said, shaking his hand. "We're curious about how you were able to detect the weapons that those men had with them," the Lieutenant said pleasantly, but with a piercing look at John. "Fine," John said, "Let me explain." John went into the broad background with him. He talked about the aim of his research, and then said that he'd produced the prototype glasses that did indeed work. "You mean to tell me that with these glasses on, you can detect if someone has a weapon or not?" the Lieutenant asked, astonished. "Yes, Lieutenant, I can," John said. The man seemed to be skeptical. "Okay, Mr Sutton," the Lieutenant said, "If you don't mind, I'm going to set up a little demonstration here, to kind of prove what you've said." "Or disprove it," John added, and the Lieutenant smiled and nodded at him. He went out and in a few moments came back into the office and had four very skeptical looking detectives with him, three men and one woman. "Fine, Mr Sutton," the Lieutenant went on, "Two of these officers are armed and two are not. Please tell me, using your glasses which have their weapons and which do not." "Okay," John said putting on the glasses and 'engaging' them. He did a quick sweep of the four of them, selecting them all at first and then refocused the glasses on the woman only. (She was tall and solidly built and John decided to have a bit of fun with her, since he was using the glasses. He had her in her underwear immediately.) "Lieutenant," John said, "This gentleman and this lady are armed; the other two are not." The Lieutenant just gave John a strange look but then the woman intervened: "Lieutenant, this is bullshit! He could have just had lucky guesses. He had a fifty-fifty chance of being right all along. Why waste time with the creep." There was silence in the room then. But John was angry, and spoke immediately from that anger: "And, Ma'am, you're wearing a pair of lovely french cut panties. They are baby blue. They have a front panel and rear panel which are held together by strips of white lace. Your bra matches your panties." She stood agog, and the other men just listened, fascinated by what was happening, and had smiles on their faces. John went quickly on. He pressed the 'engage' button again and had her firmly in his sight. Then he spoke. "Your pubic hair his shaved off and you have a tattoo on your right butt cheek that says: "Born to be bad!" "My god!" she said. The Lieutenant just looked at her and asked softly: "Marge?" She only shook her head. One of the other detectives was grinning and said: "Mr Sutton, may I borrow those glasses for a moment?" Marge turned to him and said: "Winston, be careful, I have a gun here and you don't!" The grinning detective held up his hands in a defensive position and just took a step back. "Okay," the Lieutenant said, "Let me talk with Mr Sutton now." When they'd gone, the Lieutenant sat down and invited John to sit. "I'm not quite sure if that was illegal or not," he said to John. John began to talk about the glasses right away: "That little demonstration at the end," he began, "Is the flaw in my design." "I see!" the Lieutenant said. "I'm going to work that out next in my lab. But let me do this. How about if, when I do get them to where I want them, I make copies for your people to test them?" John offered. The Lieutenant smiled and said: "I think that we can agree to that. Please be careful of those glasses and how you use them!" "Yes," he said, "I'll apologize to the officer on the way out." "Yes, let me get her for you, and thank you, Mr Sutton," the Lieutenant said. On the way out, the Lieutenant led John to where Marge was standing. She blushed, when John went to her. "Ma'am," John said, "I apologize!" "I shouldn't have shot my mouth off," she said back to him. Then John smiled and said softly: "I didn't mention the tattoo that said 'Rita's Love'." "I know!" she said; she nodded and then said softly: "And I appreciate that." They shook hands, and John left. He had the Lieutenant's card with him and was determined to be in touch with him. A VISIT: His thoughts were swirling on the way home. Although he hadn't intended it at all, he discovered that he was passing All Saints. He noticed then a light on in the rectory next door. On a whim, he pulled into the drive way of the rectory and went to the door. Julia answered the door, a short time after the first ring of the doorbell. She was a bit surprised to see John Sutton standing there but instantly broke into a smile. "John!" she said, extending a hand to bring him in. He smiled a greeting and said: "Father Julia!" She put up a hand and said: "Shouldn't it be just Julia and John for us now? After all, you've seen 'veni, vidi, vici'!" He turned red and nodded his head. She went on: "And I promise not to keep teasing you about that incident; I think." She giggled as she said this and as he stepped into her house. She was wearing jeans and a tee shirt that evening. John was dazzled. "You look lovely!" he said, as though putting out in front of them his thoughts as soon as he thought them. He turned a bit red again. "Why, thank you, John," she said, "This is my 'down time' and I'm dressed in a very un-priestly fashion." "But very nicely!" he said, appreciating, though he said nothing about it this time, the way that the jeans clung to her and shaped her butt. "So, what have you been up to?" she asked. "Oh," he said, "It's been a heck of a day." "Well, you'd better come in and we'll talk about it; do you want to?" she asked. "Yes, I think that I do." He hesitated then for just a few seconds and went on: "I mean, I'm not here to talk to you as a priest; you know?" She smiled and said: "Yes, I already realize that. But let's come in here. Can I fetch you a beer or anything to drink?" "Yes, that would be grand," he said, and watched her, as she walked into her kitchen to get the beer, getting one for him and one for herself. She also brought with her two lager glasses and handed him one of them. She was grinning at him. "You watched me walk into the kitchen; didn't you, you wicked man?" He reddened and she laughed. "At least you didn't use your glasses on me this time!" she said. He joined in the laugh. "Do you have them with you?" she asked. "Yes," he said. "Okay, then hand them over; while you're here, I'll protect myself by having them." He only smiled and gave her the glasses to hold. "Okay," she said, after they were settled, "Tell me of your adventures." "Well," he began, "First of all I had an idea for working on one more feature for the glasses." "Yes?" she asked, interested. He explained to her that he'd added a new 'engage' button on the other side of the glasses that allowed the wearer to ignore everyone else in the room except the person that was selected. "Oh, so you can block out all the rest of the people in their undies or naked and just pick out your target," she said. He got red and she laughed, with him joining in the laugh. "Yes, that's about it!" he said. "Did it work?" she wanted to know. "Fabulously!" he said, and went on to describe the brunch at Cracker Barrel, the waitress and other people, especially the one older lady. "It was spectacular!" he said. Then he hesitated only for a few seconds and began to relate his adventure with the three robbers at the pharmacy. Her hand immediately went to her mouth and she made a tiny squealing noise, when he said it. "Oh, John," she said, "That was dangerous!" "Yes, I know," he answered and then talked about how it had turned out, including the words of Marge the detective and how he'd answered her. Julia giggled at that. But when he explained that he'd apologized to Marge and not told the others about her tattoo, 'Rita's Love', Julia shook her head in approval. He sighed then and said: "Quite a day it's been!" "I guess you're right about that!" she answered. Then he shook his head and said: "I don't know why I'm telling you all this!" "Because we are, by now, co-conspirators!" she said. "Yes, I guess you're right!" he chuckled then and said only: "'Veni, vidi, vici' and all." She nodded her head and pulled the glasses out, saying: "And I never got a chance to retaliate for that little episode." As she said this, she put the glasses on and looked at him with them on. "Ohhhhh," he groaned. "Turn about and fair play, Johnnie Sutton!" she said. He gave her a strange look for an instant. "What?" she wanted to know. "That's what my uncle Herb used to call me, 'Slick Johnnie Sutton'," he said. "Oh, you mean after the bank robber and jail escape guy?" she offered. "Exactly!" he said. "I always liked that." "Well," she broke in with, "I'm going to like this; so, you just walk to the door and back, slowly." He did as she said and was interrupted by her exclamation: "Ohhh, baby blue underwear! How exotic, Slick Johnnie Sutton." He stood not knowing what to do and she hooted. He realized instantly exactly what she'd done. She'd pressed the 'engage' button again and had him, in her sights, totally naked. She looked him up and down and said, after a bit, in a soft voice, the raillery having already gone out of the situation and having been replaced by a passion that was building between them: "Turn, John; turn for me." He did and she muttered: "Wonderful! Just wonderful!" She took the glasses off and laid them aside and took him by the hand then, saying softly:"'into my parlor, said the spider to the fly'." She led him to the stairs that led up to her bedroom. As they moved up the stairs, she said to him: "John, as you probably can guess, I don't do this often or very easily but I'm sure going to do it now!" They were on the landing, when she said that and he gathered her into his arms for a kiss. During the kiss, which was an opened mouth kiss with tongues and lips active, they were simply clinging to each other. "Won't need the glasses to see 'veni, vidi, vici'," she said. "Good for me!" he said. Then, after a few seconds of thinking, he said: "Good for us!" "Yes," she answered, "Good for us!" They went to the bedroom then and proceeded to undress each other, laying their clothes aside, so that the next embrace and kiss was a naked one, with John's erection trapped between them, pressing against her stomach. "He's getting familiar with 'veni, vidi, vici'!" she said into his ear. "Yes, I thank the Lord for the fortuitous accident that has led to this," John said. "Oh," she moaned into his ear, "Do you? Do you really, John? I mean I don't mind at all if this is a 'once' kind of thing; I want it but do you really think that?" "Yes, I do," he said, "And I don't want it to be a 'once' kind of thing at all!" "What do you want?" she whispered to him. "Just this!" he said, kissing her, and petting a breast at the same time, reaching for a nipple during the kiss. "Put your arms up in the air," he said softly and she kind of giggled and did what he'd told her to do. He began with her breasts and worked his way to her arms, up and down her arms, a kiss in each armpit, and then to her stomach, kissing each word of 'veni, vidi, vici' and then it was down and up one thigh and repeat that with the other thigh, ending with his hands on her butt cheeks and his mouth covering her pubic mound. She was flexing her hips and pushing herself against his working mouth; it was also causing her to moan loudly. "Won't last, John!" she said desperately. "Come to me, please, please, please!" He was up then and they landed on the bed, with him on top of her, and her legs spread wide apart for him. Her orgasm crashed into her just a few seconds before he also came. The sound and the motion of it was furious and they were loud. They ended clinging to each other, while she kissed his shoulder. "Didn't even know that passion like that was possible!" she whispered. "No," he agreed, "What a discovery!" They lay there, entwined for a good long time. They both were aware, after a few moments of his erection growing again. "See what you do to me!" he said. She giggled and took him in her hand, playing with him. She kept it up until he was panting and then, with a quick movement, she had her head on his stomach and his erection in her mouth. He came loudly shortly after that. She looked up at him, licking him clean and only grinned at him. They lay for a while and she asked: "What are your plans? EPILOGUE: They stayed in the bedroom and he talked about the plans. He told her that modifying the design of the glasses would be an easy thing, to produce a model that didn't have the power that the first ones had and would be useful for detecting hidden weapons. "I need to apply for a patent," he went on, "And will probably get to that, I believe, easily." She nodded. "What I need is some start up money, and then I can produce the prototypes for the Lieutenant and it should be good from there," he finished. "I mean, I can ask my Uncle Brad and Dad for that but for this, my project, I'd rather have the startup money in hand and then talk to them about production and distribution. They know about such things." She thought a moment, and said: "How much money do you need for start up?" "Well, that's the thing," he explained, "I can put my hands on about $20,000 and might need another $30,000 or $40,000. That'll get me past the work and the materials for the prototypes and hopefully then it'll be ready to fly, and I can go to Dad and Uncle Brad with the idea already a firm reality." "I can give you $20,000," she said softly. He smiled at her and said: "I really think it'll be a great investment; if it bombs, I promise to pay you back; on my honor!" She kissed him then. They spent some time, after that talking about another investor and finally he had a great idea. He had the Lieutenant's card, that he'd given him and called him, asking if they could meet to talk. He explained that he wanted to talk about the glasses and the Lieutenant said 'yes'. Both he and Julia went to meet the Lieutenant at a coffee shop. He introduced Julia as his partner and they sat and had a long talk with the Lieutenant. The upshot of the conversation was the agreement, on the part of the three of them to back the venture. They were all excited about it. John produced the prototypes during the month, and the patent ended up being no problem at all. He took the prototypes to the Lieutenant, who used them with a few of the detectives and they were a great help and a total success. It was after that, that they worked on the start up of production of the glasses. He turned, at that point to his Uncle and his Dad, explaining to them that he wanted to be able to raise the seed money himself, and so get it started. The five of them came to an agreement and went into production. The venture, especially with the experience of John's Dad and Uncle Herb, was a success. After the first six months of production and promotion, John's glasses were a reality and the marketing was going very, very well. There was another meeting, after that six month period of the three initial investors. They met at a coffee shop, with John going to pick up Julia first for the meeting. He went to her door and she hauled him in an kissed him. "Hey, stranger!" she said softly. "Busy lately, so busy!" he said. "I know but you're here now!" she said to him, renewing the kiss. He swept his hands down her back then, during the kiss and let them come to rest on her butt cheeks, squeezing. She giggled and wiggled her butt for him. "Siren!" he said to her softly. "Yep, 'veni, vidi, vici'!" she declared into his lips. "But, hey, we'd better get going, if we're going to meet the lieutenant on time. They met him at the designed coffee spot, with hand shakes all around. "I don't have too much time," he said. "I just wanted to bring the two of you up to date on how we're doing," he said. John went on then to explain to them the worth of the company and how their investments had increased phenomenally. Both Julia, who squealed and kissed John, and the lieutenant were agog with the news of their new found wealth and totally pleased. It was during that time period, shortly after the meeting of the three of them, that John asked Julia to marry him. "I'm so sorry to have been so reclusive," he said to her, after asking her. He reached out a hand then and wiped a tear from her eye, from her cheek. "Oh, yes," she said, right away, "Of course I'll marry you! You're my Johnnie, Slick Johnnie Sutton! And I'm wealthy!" They, for a time, decided to live in the rectory but made plans over the next six months to move into John's large home. Julia made arrangements with the parish and the move was accomplished. Veni, Vidi, Vici He came home one night, at his usual time, and she met him at the door. "Hey, love!" he said, kissing her, as he entered the house. "How are you? And how was it today?" she asked. They settled down, each with a glass of wine and talked about the day that he'd had. They watched some tv together and afterwards John took a shower before bed and settled in, while Julia took a bath. She came back to bed and slipped in between the sheets, with John still awake and waiting for her. "Hey," she said softly, brushing her tongue along his lips. "Hey to you!" he said, "How is my 'veni, vidi, vici' doing?" She giggled just fine. "You know," he said to her softly, "You have changed my view of the church altogether." "Oh," she said, putting her head up on her hand and resting an elbow. "Do tell!" "Never knew that a priest or priestess could have such a gorgeous ass!" he said, leaning over and planting a kiss in the middle of her back. She giggled and wiggled her butt cheeks at him. "Glad you like it, big boy!" she said, still wiggling her butt cheeks. Then she moved quickly and shouted, as he slapped her on the ass twice, one on each cheek. "Mmmmmm, getting rough with the clergy?" she asked. "Love taps for the woman that I adore, priest or no priest!" he said. She wiggled her butt again and said: "One more please!" "Yes," he said, "One to grow on!" He slapped her ass again and then lowered his face and kissed the spot that he'd slapped. "Oh this is the best!" she said, as he continued to kiss her and then ran his tongue up and down the length of her crack, pushing the tongue in farther and farther each time, with each pass. As he used his tongue on her, he put his hand under her and covered her pubic mound with it. "Mmmmm," she said, "Multiple sensations! So glad about those glasses! Got you for me!" He was manipulating her fingers into the nest of her pubic hair then, and still using his tongue on her butt crack. It was making her rock back and forth in all sorts of directions. "Yes, yes!" she said. "Which part?" he asked softly. "All of it! Just all of it!" she rasped. Her movements became more and more frantic until she finally all but called out: "Now, John! Now please, please!" He was on top of her then, not allowing her to turn over; he moved in between her legs, and spread them wider. Then he was inside of her and matching her frantic movements with his own, while reaching under her and playing with her nipples. "Oh, yessssssss!" she whined, "Johnnie knows how to play! Yes, he does!" Her orgasm was shouted into the pillow and his into the back of her neck, with the constantly trailing theme, spoken into her hair of: "Love you, love you, Julia! I love you!" "Yes, yes, this and everything, every time!" she moaned to the pillow and to him. "Love you too!" They lay there a bit in the dark, with his hand idly tweaking a nipple and playing with her breast. Then he rolled over on his side towards her and kissed her. "That was wonderful!" she said. "Yes, it was!" he agreed with a great sigh. "By the way," he said, "Dad and Uncle Brad want us to come for a visit." "Oh, how nice!" she said, "I still have two weeks of my vacation. You?" "I can simply assign the work to those at the plant," he said. "Great, let's plan!" she said, brushing his lips with hers. After a bit he said: "Oh, and I have a gift for you!" "Gift?" she exclaimed, moving and sitting up in bed. "Wonderful! I love it, when you bring me gifts." He took a package out of his pocket and handed it to her. She opened it and squealed her delight. It was a pair of glasses, made especially for her. "Are they?" she asked with a grin on her face. "Yep," he said, "A copy of the originals!" She squealed again and said: "How decadent!" She hugged him and thanked him and said: "Not sure that I should use them!" "No, I understand," he said, "Only now and again!" "Yes," she agreed, "Only now and again," kissing him again, and as she was kissing him, she whispered into his lips her motto from Caesar: "Veni! Vidi!' Vici!" The End