Storiesonline.net ------- S&S Nerd by Dual Writer Copyright© 2012 by Dual Writer ------- Description: A young versatile university PhD professor is tired of being the object of derision as the pocket protector guy. When offered an opportunity to join a unique company, he takes a chance and enjoys the transition. Caution, there will be some areas of intense sex. Just skip over those that are offensive. Codes: MF ------- ------- Chapter 1 Once upon a time there was a really nice guy named Feeny, Salvatore Markus Feeny. About five-nine or ten, maybe a hundred sixty pounds, red hair that went wherever it wanted. Earlier in his life, glasses that were thick enough to withstand re-entry, always a pocket protector filled with a pen, a Sharpie, a retractable pencil, an ink eraser, and a daunting piece of equipment called a slide rule. Since it was tiny, you had to know where the gradations were to use it correctly. Feeny knew where the gradations were. Students would come into the lecture hall, and as soon as they saw Feeny, they pinned him as a "Nerd". They were probably close, but Feeny was not merely a nerd. He was a self-made PhD who could dissect any computer on the market, including a Cray, and any other form of super computer that needed to turn out an answer that could only be calculated. Some answers could be had by the use of physical tools, but that would have been astronomically expensive. Feeny looked upon computers as dumb animals that needed to be trained. Training consisted of first combining the best breeding, or components, then the correct operating system. To give the animal some finesse, Feeny would create the appropriate software to run whatever program and file needed attention. Feeny loved programming, and he likened it to taming the wildest of animals. The idea that he could teach the box full of electronic components to give him answers was amazing to him. Even though he had been making computers do that for more than fifteen years, he was still surprised to get an answer that corresponded to his slide rule. At twenty-nine, Feeny was one of the best in academia. Programmers knew his work the world over. When they were stuck, they e-mailed their file to Feeny, and often within minutes, the sender would receive a simple file with the explanation. Another training problem solved. Feeny's office was a visual diversity compared to most of his fellow academic's offices. His desk was filled with monitors, six to be exact. The front of his desk looked like a data room, except the stacks of computers were somewhat in disarray. If you know computers, then you know there are wires everywhere that most would never figure out what they were for, or what they went to. Feeny knew. On one wall was a jumbled, framed group of certificates and diplomas. Along with those, were awards from some of the most august bodies of recognition, including "Nobel". Feeny liked the other wall better, the wall behind his desk, as it had pictures of his youth when he was not Dr. Feeny. They included Feeny riding a bronc. Feeny riding a bull. Feeny roping a calf, Feeny doing horseback riding tricks, Feeny cracking a whip, and finally Feeny in a six-gun contest. If you looked at Feeny then turned to look at the photos, the only thing that could come to mind is "No way". In the top center of the wall was a large, coiled, sinister looking, bullwhip. Next to it was a coiled lariat, and next to that a pigging string, you know, the rope you use to tie up the legs of a calf after you roped it. On top of that was a beat up hat. Not just any hat, but a genuine Stetson. When life became too much for Feeny, he would don the Stetson and sit back, close his eyes, and visualize the activities of his youth. Feeny had learned about computers when he was really young. He had begged for a Zenith/Heathkit computer kit that was advertised as a closeout for five dollars. He put that together, but the kit required a terminal to work. Feeny's dad found an old teletype machine that Feeny could enter basic code into and the machine would respond with various outputs. Feeny was rapidly growing in knowledge, and read enough information that he was able to hook up to an old black and white TV, which could then display his input and output. Feeny's dad was a good guy and always kept his ears open for something for his kids. A man had a Zenith computer kit that was too complicated for him to put together, and he was willing to let it go for nearly nothing. It took Feeny three evenings to have this real computer, with real storage devices and a built in monitor, working. There was also a thick book about programming in Basic. He became a self-taught programmer in Basic at age nine. Between his magazines and the library, he was gaining knowledge by the bushel and truck load. He learned that if he used machine language, he could have a much larger program that would do a lot more than just scroll some words across the screen. He learned to make his computer add, subtract, multiply, and divide. When he taught his computer to compute the square root of a number, Feeny strutted around worse than a bull that had just serviced a heifer. Feeny showed his dad a program that he created to compute all of the costs of the farm, in each of the profit center categories, and give profits and losses with a percentage, highlighting areas that more money than usual was spent. You see, Feeny was special. His mother knew it and tried to shield the boy from some of the people who would deride and make fun of him. His dad knew it and trained Feeny to become more than he looked. He made sure his son could whip just about any other boy who was not more than twice his size. Wherever he went to school, after the first bully had to crawl away, bullies didn't bother Feeny. He needed that, as when Feeny was thirteen, he graduated from high school. He was almost embarrassed at this achievement. Fenny had won scholarships to many universities, but chose the nearby Texas Tech in Lubbock, Texas, so he could continue to live at home to pursue his other youthful western interests and help out on the ranch. A father and mother couldn't have been more proud. Feeny rocketed through undergraduate work and surprised his graduate professors with his knowledge, learning ability, and proficiency. Who would have believed this kid would have multiple articles published by the time he was seventeen, and when he went before a board of scholars to defend his thesis for his orals candidacy exam, he couldn't be stumped or rather, he bowled them over with his knowledge. By the time Feeny was eighteen, his mother and father sat in the bleachers of a huge stadium and applauded their son as he received a Doctorate of Philosophy in Electrical Engineering and Computer Science. The amazing thing was that when it was over; Feeny went home and did his part of the evening chores. That night, his dad asked him what he wanted to do. Feeny told his dad he wanted to teach others how to use the biggest and best computers. The young man told his dad that if he was in a university, he could be using the most modern equipment and could continue to research his ideas in software. That was a problem. The school had never hired an eighteen-year-old to be a professor at any level. Even graduate students, acting as grad staff student teachers who were not being paid for their efforts, were older than eighteen and of course, thought to be more mature. The department head wanted Feeny, but many who were jealous of his abilities were against a youth preparing students for the world. Feeny did get the position, but there were strings. First, he had to teach the lowly entry level classes. Second, he had to gain valuable commercial experience that would give him the ability to correlate what he taught to the real world. It took Feeny three interviews before an IT guy challenged him to find a software glitch. Within a couple of minutes, Feeny had not only found the bad line of code, but had re-written that area of the program to make it work the way the interviewing company wanted the program to work. The company hired him with the understanding he would not be available during his classes, but agreed to pay him a full time salary. Once again Feeny was able to best the university spoilers. Feeny was able to provide the work experience and an acclaimed teaching experience before being promoted to the abandoned position of head of the Engineering School of Programming. This kid was just nineteen and a Dean at the University. Ten years later, after taking the derision of students, and many of his staff and counterparts or peers, Feeny yearned for a simpler life. He loved what he did, but didn't want the simple-mindedness of the assholes that roamed the halls of the University. He had changed his appearance by having Lasik surgery on his eyes. Now he was able to see with clear twenty-twenty vision, and often wore cool Ray Ban sunglasses, but he still had a pocket protector in his short sleeve shirt pocket with a clip on tie. That's when one of his past students contacted him: a guy by the name of Sandy Flowers, or as he remembered the student's name, Santana Flowers. Sandy had been a decent student and suffered with some of the same pocket protector problems Feeny did. The unique thing about Sandy, as he progressed through his Masters, was that he was able to focus on a function and create the driver necessary, or create a program that would solve a specific problem. Feeny was sure Sandy would do well in a business in the outside world. Flowers had called Feeny and asked him to come and visit the company he worked for. Sandy kept telling Feeny that the company was moving into some very sophisticated equipment that needed analysis by computers rather than models. Sandy was a little vague, but it still interested Feeny as he thought it could be a fun diversion to act as an occasional consultant down in Florida. The date was set for Feeny to show up at the local airport where a private aircraft was going to transport him to Florida for an interview. Sandy had raved about the company and how great the people within the company were. Feeny's anticipation was heightened to the point that he didn't sleep well the night before. He was in the private aircraft terminal an hour early, pacing, and waiting for he knew not what. He watched as a sleek jet gently set down on the runway, came to a quick stop, and turned toward the operations building for private aircraft. The man at the desk hailed Feeny on the public address system, and when he approached the desk, Feeny was told, "Go right on out, that's your ride." Feeny hesitantly walked out to the beautiful aircraft. The closer he got, the more nervous he became. As he got closer, he saw several caricatures of people painted on the aircraft, along with some cartoons. Under the left side cockpit window was a cartoon with 'Deputy Dawg' scrolled underneath. Primary Editing by Pepere Proofing and Continuity by Sagacious Helicopter and Legal Eagle Guru, Rotorhead Knight6 is trying out Last one through - Deenara2000 ------- Chapter 2 Meeting S&S - The Beginning I was welcomed on board the aircraft by a very well dressed man in dress slacks and a sport coat who introduced himself as Chuck Johnson, the pilot. Standing next to him was a nice looking lady, equally well dressed, who was introduced as Lisa Johnson, the co-pilot. They escorted me into the aircraft where I was surprised to see my former student, Sandy Flowers. Next to Sandy was a lady who smiled beautifully, and who was also introduced as Sandy Flowers. I thought I had heard wrong, but let it ride. On the other side of the aircraft was a huge man that looked out of place in a fancy aircraft, and equally out of place since he was also well dressed. Next to him was a really cute girl who smiled all the time, and was also as nicely dressed as everyone else on the plane. They were introduced as Donny and Gerry, key people with the company's R&D department. As soon as everyone was belted in, the aircraft rocketed off the runway and headed toward Florida. A little over two hours later, Chuck announced that we were in the landing pattern. During the flight we all talked about university experiences and those things from our youth that we enjoyed. I was surprised when the huge man said he loved to ride horses, but had a tough time finding a horse big enough to carry his weight. The smiling Gerry, next to him, told of having been a two-time barrel racing champion at the state fair in Austin. I felt at home with these people. I did find out that I had heard correctly when I entered the craft that my former student Santana Flowers, known as Sandy, was indeed married to a girl by the name of Sandra. The result was two Sandy Flowers. It would be months before I learned that Sandra's maiden name had also been Flowers. Upon landing, a young guy who was almost, but not quite, a lab rat looking guy met everyone. He was introduced as Dennis and he announced he had a vehicle to take all of us back to the patio. I thought to myself that was funny. What the hell is the patio? When the vehicle stopped and we got out, I was surprised to find that it really was a huge screened-in patio in the midst of a trailer park. Dennis offered me iced tea or a soda and said that most anything I might want was available, but didn't offer me a beer at that time of the morning. I saw the tapper on the front of the refrigerator, and even witnessed a biker looking guy drawing a beer. Dennis had ushered me to a table with several people sitting at it. It surprised me that the pilot and co-pilot of the aircraft that flew me here were there, as well. Santana began, "First of all, Doc, you have to relax around these people. None of them will harm you and all of them want you to be the man they seek. I've already told them all about you and they have confirmed you are second to none within the framework of the type of computer person we need and want." Santana made the introductions. There was Steve Sharp, the owner of the parent company, S&S. Next was his wife, Sue, a well endowed blonde who was a partner in the parent company and was also the head of Quality Wear clothing. The pilot was confirmed to be Chuck Johnson, an investing partner in many of the S&S companies, and Lisa Johnson, who was like Chuck's partner. Also present were Donny and Gerry, whom I already knew well from our conversations during the flight. A man named 'Wes' was introduced as their aeronautical engineer who designed and created all of the company's new aircraft. There was a man named 'Jeff', who was in charge of the fiberglass shop and also worked with Gerry developing some kind of composite materiel the company had created. The last person at the table was an older man named 'Abe', who was introduced as the head of rebuilding and an R&D contributor. Another lady came out of the large manufactured home the patio was attached to and sat on the other side of Steve. She was introduced as Mercy Sharp. When the introductions were complete, I was all ears and asked, "What kind of computer do you want? What do you want it to do?" Sandy said, "We need something powerful enough to give us all of the data necessary for a newly designed aircraft to pass its initial and subsequent wind tunnel evaluations. After that you, or rather the computer, would be expected to analyze all of the aircraft functions. You'll have to be in charge of buying the equipment, as well as designing and developing the software to do the work we want. "You would be working with Wes here. Wes is some kind of aeronautical engineering genius who dreams new technologies for aircraft, and then does all he can to make the dreams come true." "Your job is to help Wes make those dreams into reality. Your knowledge and equipment will prove Wes's designs as well as assisting him with them." I exclaimed, "Holy smokes, Sandy, you don't want much, do you? Tell me more, though. Would I really get to select whatever equipment I want and would I really have full autonomy for the project?" Everyone around the table was nodding yes to me. "Well," smiled Sandy, "for the computer side of the project, yes. But unless you're an aeronautical engineering genius too, Wes would be in charge of the design portion of the project." Then there was a variety of questions that came from the others sitting around the table. It was apparent that all of them were no slouches when it came to business. They obviously knew more about computers than the average person, but were restricted by what was commercially available rather than what was possible for what they needed done. That is where I would come in. While the friendly interrogation was going on, some sweet rolls had been set out on the table, and glasses of tea and cups of coffee were being refilled by various women who came and went from the main building that looked to be someone's home. I heard an occasional baby cry, so I knew there were women with infants inside. The lady named Mercy Sharp didn't say anything, but sat watching and listening to me intently as if she were trying to read my mind. After over an hour of questioning, Sandy Flowers asked, "Doctor Feeny, I have to ask you, what is your full name? The only thing I 've ever heard you called was Doc, Dr. Feeny, or just plain Feeny." This brought a smile to my face, "My full name is Salvatore Markus Feeny. Before you ask," I stood up and stretched, "My mother is an Italian who married a northwest redheaded Texas cowboy while he was stationed in Italy. She named all of us kids using fancy Italian names and taught all of us to speak, read, and write in Italian so we could communicate with our relatives in Italy when we visited them or they came to Texas. At the same time, my mother learned to speak, read, and write as near perfect English as you can find. I was fascinated with Italian history, and my relatives were fascinated when they discovered that the Wild West was not as wild as they believed, but still wild enough to give almost anyone a thrill. "I loved being a farmer, or rancher, as they are called in Texas, but I love the world of computers even more. I'm looking for a balance. I want to have some regular non-academic friends, and maybe go riding sometimes and just be a regular person. I'm looking for a company that can use my talents, but is down to earth, relaxed, and strives for perfection. I'm a little anal about that." I didn't understand why almost all of the people at the table began laughing when I said that. My concerned expression caused Sue Sharp, she of the enormous chest, smile and say, "We're not laughing at you. Perfection is a way of life in our companies. Doing perfect work is our most important mission. We've learned that if we strive to make whatever we are working on perfect, we make more of a better product in less time. You'll see signs on the walls of our businesses that direct and encourage perfect work. Before anything comes from our companies, employees must take our products through a door with a sign above it that asks, "Is It Perfect"?" I was able to take my eyes off her chest and look her in the eye while listening and hearing what she said. I was thinking to myself, "I have to see these signs for myself. These people do talk the talk. Did they walk the walk?" There was a lot of activity at the other tables. I noticed ladies putting platters of sandwiches out, followed by bowls of soup. There had to be close to thirty place settings, but we were the only people sitting in the patio at that moment. As soon as I thought that, electric and gas golf carts began arriving and parking in a long row just off the road. The tables were filling up fast, and women were putting more bowls and platters out on more tables. Then the attack happened. More than two dozen kids were coming in the doors, getting hugs from the various women, and being sent to the restroom to wash their hands. The pilot, who I remembered was Chuck, told me, "Let's move over to the table on this end and have lunch. If you don't claim your space around here, you'll miss your chance. Donny, here, will eat everything up, and you'll starve. Just ask Gerry." There was an "Oh, you" from the smiling girl who sat with the Goliath. The soup was some kind of delicious homemade vegetable beef. The sandwiches were all a combination of ham and turkey. You could put a slice of cheese on it and doctor it up with whatever you wanted. They did have a pile of hot peppers in a bowl near us. Chuck and Mercy were scooping a lot of them up before I could fork one. The lady with Chuck, the co-pilot introduced as 'Lisa' told me, "This is kind of 'serve yourself' around here. Coke or Mountain Dew is at the bar where the ice is. Coffee is from the big coffee maker, and if you want water, there are bottles in the refrigerator where the beer keg is." Donny got up with his and Gerry's glasses and headed toward the bar. I followed and found a glass, put ice in it, and used the dispenser to put Coke into the glass. I saw they had Coke, Diet Coke, Mountain Dew, and Dr Pepper. I liked Dr Pepper, too; it's a Texas thing, especially the kind that used to come from that little town, Dublin, in central Texas, where the soda had been made with real cane sugar. As we ate, Wes, who was next to me on my left, said, "We work on some stuff that requires a pretty stringent security clearance. Do you know of any reason you might have difficulty passing a clearance investigation?" Hmmm, that's a strange question for a small company in Florida. I did see a lot of men wearing S&S uniform shirts with different logos on them. It was as if there were multiple S&S companies. That's when I remembered that the office where the airplane parked was labeled CS&S Air Charter. There was a big sign that said, "All Flight Students Sign In upon Arrival." There must be a lot going on out there too. When we finished Steve Sharp said, "Doc, Salvatore, or however you want to be called, I'd like to give you a tour of the business park, which includes the R&D building, our main shop, and we'll also look in on some of the Quality Wear shops. Instead of a little golf cart, we got into a long cart that held ten people. I sat in front with Steve, Chuck and his co-pilot sat in the second seat, Donny and Gerry sat in the third seat, Dennis and Sue sat in the fourth seat, and Wes and Sandy sat in the rear seat facing backward. Another cart with the rest of the people, followed behind. As soon as we exited the trailer park's side entrance, we passed by what appeared to be a huge public park with baseball diamonds, football and soccer fields, some tennis courts, and lots of green grass and trees. As we went by that and turned to the left, away from the main road, where we came upon what appeared to an RV dealership on the left. The sign over the door, in average sized letters announced "S&S Motorhomes". Parked in front of the building were about a dozen huge motorhomes. Considering the economy, I'm surprised they had that type of inventory. On the other side of the street was what was obviously a golf cart or utility cart store, but only had a simple S&S sign. There were probably fifty carts of various models under a covered awning in front of the store and more inside a showroom. This was Florida and people did use a lot of these. I, of course, knew there were golf cart communities all over the country. What surprised me was that the building was huge, making me think there was more to that business than just selling various carts. The next building on the left was obviously a semi truck dealership. There were five big tractors, of four different manufacturers, sitting in front of the building. There was a Volvo, a Peterbilt, an International, and a Freightliner. The fifth tractor there was one of those weird looking, low wind resistance bodies that have been gaining popularity. The back of this building was huge to accommodate repair of the big trucks and also some motorhomes I saw being worked on. The last two buildings on the left side of the street had another two of the funny looking low wind resistance tractors in front of it, and when I was able to see inside, I could see a body being lowered onto a chassis. Steve said, "Truck owners bring their tractors here and we remove the old metal body, rebuild the mechanical parts of the truck, and install a low wind resistance body for them with some nice accoutrements. We make the bodies to order for each customer. When we finish with a truck, it is beautiful and will save the owner/operator thousands of dollars a year in fuel. Of course, over every door around here, there is a sign asking "Is It Perfect?" I liked the attitude and I was beginning to think S&S was a lot bigger than I had originally thought. We drove behind the cart building and I was able to see inside, as the doors were open for fresh air with the mild weather. There was the answer. As far as I could see in the plant were assembly lines with various carts on them. They build carts here, as well as sell them. We drove in front of a strip center that had various small businesses that were mostly machine shops. On the other side of the street, the first building we came to was the R&D center. The place was under construction and Dennis explained they were building on to accommodate more activity, and their now new computer department. We did a quick tour inside, but didn't get too close to some of the items they were working on. I think this might have been one of their secure areas. Next was more construction expanding a building that said simply, "Education Center". Steve told me this was where S&S had a training program for people in many trades. He said they trained carpenters, electricians, plumbers, air conditioning specialist, welders, sheet metal workers, and now machinists. The new addition was to expand the machinist training area. Back in the cart, Chuck pointed down a new road that went to a big building that was near completion. He said, "That is going to be one of the best machine shops in the country, and every man working there will be some form of disabled vet. We are training as many vets as possible right now, and for those who are qualified and willing to commit, we have a program to send men to the University for accounting, law, pharmacist, or lab technician courses. We are going to try to employ over two thousand disabled men and women. We will be giving back." I was impressed. I had often thought the military would be a great learning place, but I somehow knew that I wouldn't have the opportunities to play with the computers I loved so much. Dad had been in the military for the last of the Viet Nam war, but didn't have any real combat experience. He had spent a great deal of his enlistment in Italy. The Quality Wear plant was enormous. There were seven total buildings that all seemed to be busy. The parking lots were filled, but something strange was happening. A long string of kids from about three to five years old were holding hands as they were led across the street into a huge vacant park area. Sue spoke up, "Those are our workers' kids. We have facilities to take care of all preschoolers and to also handle the kids who get out of school before their parents get off work. It gets really crowded in there between about three and five. The busses bring them directly here, and we make sure we inventory every kid. It's quite a task." We parked and walked through the main entrance, with Steve and Sue waving at the receptionist. As we passed a door that said, 'Nurse' Steve said, "If you think you might want to work with us, go in there and do your drug test real quick. That will be one less thing you'll have to do later." I thought about it for only a second and went into the room. Chuck followed me and said, "You have to have company for these, and I thought you might be more comfortable with me rather than the nurse." The procedure is painless and only takes a minute. Chuck had to explain to the lady that I was a probable future employee, and was getting this part of pre-hire out of the way. The nurse told me, "We choose various employee groups and do spot drug tests, so don't think we don't watch." I had to smile at that, as I'm sure eighty percent of the staff at the University I was trying to escape from, was using one form or another of recreational drug. You could walk down the hallways in the enclosed classroom areas and smell it as you went by a professor's office. We toured a couple of sewing rooms. There were cute cartoons on the walls with caricatures of Steve and Sue along with many others. Over the door was the sign, "Is It Perfect?" They were walking the walk. From the huge plant, we drove around the big park area, out to the main road, then back toward the trailer park, past a good sized two building Holiday Inn Express. You could tell the rear building was new, with a pool and cabana between the buildings. As we drove through the front security gates of the park, Steve told me, "We'll take an Expedition to the shop so you can see more of the company. I envision a research computer system contributing to several of our businesses. If we were to have that kind of engineering facility available, who knows what we could create?" We drove a short distance to a group of buildings with a huge "S&S" sign in front. Across the street was another group of buildings that said Quality Wear on the front sign. That must be a really big company. When we walked into the S&S showroom, there was a race car hanging from the ceiling. Also hanging were race car and drag bike frames. I knew what they were, as a friend I grew up with could beat almost anyone at the motorcycle dirt drags. In the showroom, were a very fancy motorcycle, a drag bike, a big generator, and several sheets of what looked like clear Lucite. I saw two of them had large bullets imbedded in the glass. I wondered what that was all about. We walked past a blind receptionist who stood and cordially greeted us. Steve and Sue said something to her and we walked through two big double doors into what was obviously what Steve called his 'shop'. We walked to the right behind some welders working on race car frames, then behind an area that was cutting and bending sheet metal, also for racecars. I noticed the signs around that encouraged perfect work. Something else that I noticed was that all of the workers gave enthusiastic greetings to Steve and all of us as we passed. We entered another very brightly lit area of work stations that were copies of each other, six engines up on stands, with two people at each stand working on an engine. People would go back and forth between benches with sophisticated measuring equipment, do something with a part then return to the engine. Steve said, "This is our motor shop, where we build perfect motors that are beating the competition." I was astounded at how clean the floor was considering they were working on motors. On the far end of the shop were two biker looking guys working on a couple of motorcycles. Near them, a short redhead was using an airbrush to paint an intricate design on a set of motorcycle fuel tanks. This was a busy place. We walked back across the busy floor, but this time in front of the workers we had walked behind. The next shop we entered was a mess. Each of the work stations were a mass of dirt, oil, grease, and pieces of broken metal. Steve explained, "We take equipment in that is broken or abandoned, and make it like new. If you were to have a broken compressor, generator, or a forklift, you would want us to rebuild it for you. If you were to come here at five fifteen today, the floor would look just as clean as if there has been no traffic. We make the place shine every night so it's a great place to come to work at in the morning. The more I heard, the more I liked the way this man thought and acted. As we walked out of the one building, heading toward what looked like a huge hangar, two men that were introduced as 'Tiny' and 'Henry', joined us. Somehow, the tall heavyset guy had to be Tiny. On the way to the next building, I found out they were chief accountants for S&S and Quality Wear. The first area we looked into was open. This had more repair stations with the same type of garbage strewn over beautiful white floors with the S&S insignia painted in the center. The difference was the size of these lifts. They were huge, designed to lift trailer-sized containers and take them from a ship and put them onto tractor trailer rails. These lifts were huge. The next room was a paint area for the big lifts. Next were a series of shops that were doing various types of fiberglass. Two of the areas were working with a new form of composite material I had heard mentioned at the patio. It looked to be interesting. I wonder how long it would take to write the formula for that stuff? When we walked out of that last shop, Henry said, "I should show him my Corvette and some of the cars we are restoring." Steve frowned and said, "What would be more interesting would be Donny's steam engine out here on the spur. It looks like the lengthening of the spur is almost done. Your mini-siding and roundhouse looks close to being done too. So when is the engine getting here, Donny?" The huge man was smiling, "Two weeks, if we get clearance from the railroad and the use of a donkey engine. I've put the deposit up for fuel and the run, so there won't be a holdup on that." Son-of-a-gun, the big guy may really have a genuine steam locomotive. We were walking back to the main shop building as Steve talked to me, "I'm not going to bore you with offices and such. I want to go back to the house and talk some business before we fly you home. Come on, we've lost Sue and some of the others. I'll go see if she is going to stay at her factory or come home with us." Sue apparently was staying, so we loaded up into the Expedition and left for the house. On the way, Wes kept asking how much he could show me of his operation to give me an idea of the scope of what we were doing. Steve told him to be patient, as a lot would depend on our conversation. At the patio, we got more iced tea, but I had to take a bathroom break. When I came out, Chuck and the co-pilot were standing by the table, holding babies. The baby Chuck was holding was sort of chocolate colored with nappy hair, so it made me wonder if there was another daycare center here. They took the babies back to where ever they got them from and came back. Steve, Wes, Dennis, and Chuck, began real negotiations with me. They established what I made now and the benefits I received. Chuck looked at Steve and raised his eyebrows. Steve looked right at me, and offered, "To start, we will double your salary, and give you all of the benefits you are currently getting, and also make you a part of our 401K plan. That's worth some big money over time. Until you decide whether you want to stay in the park or not, we will put you up in a rental trailer, at our cost, until we jointly decide on something else. We do have condos and individual homes available. Lastly, we will pay to bring whatever you have here. In other words, we will pay your total moving expenses." Dennis said, "Since it will sort of be a part of R&D, I get to ask the question." Dennis turned to me, "Do you want to come to work with us?" After what I had seen and knew from Sandy and Wes, was there more? It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out this was a great opportunity. But there was a catch; "I haven't filled out an application or given you a resume. Shouldn't I do that before we get too far to make sure I'm who you want?" Chuck was the one who answered, "Since our companies do some defense work, we have access to the Secret Service who does our security clearances. I think we know everything you've done since about age six. You and your family are well known where you grew up. You are well known and respected where you teach. If anything, you have as many that are jealous of your abilities and achievements, as there are those who just flat out respect you. I think we know you pretty well." I looked at each of the people around the table and said, "I'll go to work for you, but I have two requests. My mom and dad are going to want to visit often. If you can help me get a place that is big enough to host them, or help me with quarters for them while they visit, I'm in." Steve said, "No problem there. If you stay in the park, I'm sure that we'll find you a place big enough. And if your folks want, they can stay at our Holiday Inn over there." "Your Holiday Inn? That's yours?" I was shocked. "Yep, that's ours. Now what is your second request?" Steve was smiling. I smiled back, "I would kill for some of what comes from that tapper. I saw some frosty mugs that would go perfectly with it." Dennis rose and waved for me to follow. Dennis pulled two beers with perfect heads. He told me to wait a second. He took those two to Steve and Wes. He did it again, and took them to Donny and Gerry this time. He came back and pulled two more, handed me one, and we went back to the table. I asked, "Aren't you going to give one to Chuck and Lisa?" While smiling, Chuck said, "We're going to fly you back. The rule is no booze before acting like Sky King." I nodded understanding, but also knew how much I was enjoying a cold one and he had to sit there and watch. I asked the group, "When do you want me to start?" Donny fielded this one, "They want you this morning or yesterday, but we'll settle for next week or the week after. I spoke to your University president and we came to an agreement that if you wanted to come with us, she would let you out of your contract. We are assisting her by sending a friend of ours to help until they select your replacement. Who knows, they may decide to keep him. We have also commissioned the University to work on a project for us in their specialty, agriculture." Now I was stunned. "You really have negotiated that much for me?" Chuck was quick to tell me, "There are dozens of projects Steve has within his R&D operation, and I have a couple of ideas you can help me with. You'll laugh when I tell you, but if we create what I want, it will be a very valuable piece of software throughout a popular industry." "We do have several other important projects your knowledge will help with," Steve said, as he waved expansively. "Our aeronautical research is on the cutting edge and is making some unique discoveries that need confirmation. You are the man that can do it. Want to do it with us? Want to do it perfect?" "I'm in, I've already said it, and I'm saying it again. Let's get this show on the road." Steve instructed Wes, "Run Feeny over to see Dorothy for his employee and security ID. Make sure she doesn't help him take another drug test. She should have his security clearance in her system." Wes was almost giggling as we rode over toward the RV building again. Wes said, "You are about to meet a legend around here. This lady will do everything in the world to embarrass you, and will act like she'll get on her knees for you as soon as you walk in the door. She's all talk. I'd say she is all mouth, but that's what she wants you to believe. I know her and her husband, Jake, well. They are even funnier and more outrageous when they are together." We went up the stairs to an office area on the second floor of the RV building. Inside a huge office sat an older, but very attractive, lady who was displaying not only cleavage, but most of her obviously enhanced breasts. A lady her age would have to have saggier breasts for the size she had. Wes introduced me, "Dorothy, this is Salvatore Feeny. He goes by 'Feeny' most of the time." Dorothy stood up and leaned over her monitors as she stuck her hand out. Her movement opened her blouse and I was treated to a very clear view of both breasts. "How do you like 'em, Cowboy? Want to suck on one of my nice nipples? Wes, you lovely boy, how about you and Mr. Feeny give me a DP. I'm due for some really rangy sex." I was turning red, and I'm sure that is what she wanted, as she remained bent over her monitors. "Cool your juicy snatch, Dorothy," Wes said, attempting to control the company ID clerk. "Feeny just needs an ID with the appropriate security clearances. He doesn't need any of Jake's reserved pussy today." Dorothy almost looked dejected as she sat down and began typing on her computer. She looked up at me over the top of her glasses, and offered, "Then how about a blowjob? I'm dying for some young cum." That hit a funny bone for both Wes and I. We began laughing at how seriously Dorothy had made her suggestive offer. She thought it was funny too, since she was laughing with us. She said, "OK, let's get this over with. Unzip and pull it out, so I can get a picture of it. That's how we'll know it's you and not an imposter. Come on, whip out the Texas treasure." "Jesus, Dorothy, don't you ever give up?" Wes was shaking his head in wonder at the lady. "When we leave, you better button up or some guy is going to take something you don't really want to give." "I wish," Dorothy said, as she spun around to pull two laminated cards from a machine. Both had my picture that had obviously been taken while I was standing in the office. At least, I was smiling. Who couldn't with Dorothy's antics? "One is for this lanyard. You wear this if you're out at a test site. The other is your ID that has coding to get you into nearly everything at S&S, except my delicious snatch. Now get out of here so I can use my fingers to help me out, since you won't." Wes and I left with a wave and grin that was returned. She was buttoning her blouse as we closed the door. "She was in good form today. She loves to shock new guys, especially younger ones like you. If you get to meet a guy named Mark, he'll tell you how she was almost fondling him before Steve could rescue him." Back at the patio, Sue, Steve's wife said, "You're still blushing. Dorothy must be in a rare mood today." Wes told everyone, "Now that she's had the boob job, she loves to show them off while she's propositioning guys. I'm surprised we haven't had some kind of reverse discrimination charge around here. She can really be bad." "She senses who she can torment," Steve was telling us. "I've taken guys in and she goes through the procedure one, two, three, and prints the card. Not a single suggestive word. Maybe it's what she and Jake get up to in the morning." Wes asked me, "To get back to the main subject, how long will it take you to pack up? We can have it hauled, or if there isn't a lot, we'll load it onto an airplane and bring it. We'll have your car shipped here." I had to think about that a moment, "Most of my personal stuff is still at home, you know, the home I grew up in. I use my apartment only a couple of times a week. I prefer to go home and help with the chores. I'm going to miss that." Chuck was smiling at me, as he said, "Maybe we should build the computer system on the island R&D center so he can work with the cattle down there. They have horses to work the stock, but it sure wouldn't be the open plains of the Texas panhandle." "No way," simultaneously exclaimed Wes, Sandy, and Dennis. Sandy finished, "We need you right here, Doc, where we can learn from you as you create your software." "I can be ready to move from my apartment in a day, but I'll need another day to sort out what I want to bring from home. All of it will fit in the back of my pickup, so I can pack up and drive here. It's only a two or three day drive. Today's Friday, so I can be here ready to begin by next Thursday or Friday." The faces of Sandy, Wes, and Dennis told me they wanted me here working tomorrow, but this was a big move. I had to clear the University and that could take a day. "You know it might take an additional day to clear the University. Hopefully, it won't be a hassle. Let's say that as a tentative date, I'll begin a week from this coming Monday." Steve spoke up before one of the overeager guys could say anything, "That sounds perfect, Doc. I think that's what everyone is going to be calling you. Feeny sounds kind of impersonal." "Feeny is fine, Steve. It's what I have been called since grade school. And I really like it better than 'Sally', which is what some kids tried to call me." I really like that man. Dennis asked me, "Could you give us an idea of the equipment you want so we could order it? It's possible that some of what you'll be wanting will have to be special ordered." I looked around at the eager faces and told them, "How about I put together a list for both top and low end systems that should be able to do what you want. You guys can price them up and see what you want to do. I'll include my dream list so you'll know what the ultimate would be. I'll leave the purchasing up to you. You know I have been working within the confines of a University budget for ten years, so your interest in providing the best is exciting, but maybe unnecessary." It was Chuck who spoke up next, "Unless you want to stay for supper, let's get you back to Lubbock so you can tell your family what you're going to do. We'll be looking forward to having you with us full time. I have to tell you something really important. You won't need a kitchen wherever you live around here. We get together for breakfast, and as you saw, lunch. I'm going to be a little late for supper, but they will save some for Lisa and me. Let's get out of here." There was a lot of handshaking, but it became apparent, Sandy, Wes, Dennis, Donny, and Gerry were going with me. These folks were not only eager, they were friendly. I think I'm going to enjoy being around them. At the airpark, Wes insisted we take a look at his hangars. We walked through his light sport aircraft building hangar. There were six men putting together some nice looking aircraft. The next had a normal looking twin engine aircraft and a crazy looking one. Wes said, "We've sold the rights to the pusher over there, but I've kept this one for future modifications we might want to do. This other twin will be ours. It's going to be a plain Jane conventional twin turboprop that you are going to help make fast. "Now close your eyes, because the next thing you'll see is special." I didn't close my eyes as I was led from one hangar, through a passageway where there were offices, into another hangar. Sitting as if on display, was a very large, sleek looking, aircraft. It sort of looked like a fighter or fighter bomber, but I'm not into military aircraft that much. Wes was almost salivating as he said, "This is a special design with an even more special composite body. If you and I can do our job, this is going to be the next aircraft all of the services are going to use." I looked over at what appeared to be a helicopter under construction, "I like helicopters. We have a guy that comes to help us during roundups. He can spot cattle from the air that we would never see on the ground. Are you building that for the military too?" Wes smiled as he said, "That is a project that I have a lot to learn before I can do it right. Your new machine might help, but I'm just not the most knowledgeable about helicopters. We'll probably try to find another engineer who loves those things and let him take it from here." We walked back through some other hangars that had one of those huge helicopters that picked up trucks and tanks, and a hangar that had three 737s in it. I couldn't tell whether all of these aircraft were theirs or whether they were just letting me see some neat aircraft up close. A ground crew man was by the aircraft we flew here, and told Chuck everything was ready and that he had gone over it himself. Chuck said, "Thanks, Jimmy, we'll be back in about five hours. Tell your night guys to expect us." We took off, and as soon as we were off the ground, Dennis was making coffee and handing out bottles of beer. He told me, "If you want something harder to drink, we have that too." Dennis moved me to a seat toward the front of the cabin, and then he swung a desk out to me, followed by a monitor on an arm that placed it in front of the desk. A keyboard and mouse were under the desk. The PC booted and Dennis asked me if I wanted to put this in a doc, pdf, or Excel file. I used the mouse to bring up an Excel file and began with my wish list. I copied some of that to the better system list, and fewer items from the two lists to the economy list. As I typed in each item, I referenced a manufacturer that would sell the product. I even had telephone numbers and a representative's name for each of the companies burned into my memory. The three lists were complete in just over an hour. I asked Dennis, "I've saved this file. What do you want to do with it?" Dennis pulled out a 3X5 card and said, "Send an e-mail to each of these people with your Excel file attached. That way we can all follow-up on getting the order started. That you put rep names and telephone numbers in is going to make this easy. Do you want a couple of regular PCs for everyday use? Do they need any special enhancements? All of our current personal R&D PCs have three monitors, as well as a projection monitor to see something on a large screen like your wall or ceiling. All of us have the max RAM available, and the fastest video cards we can find. Do you need more than one PC?" I told Dennis I might need a second one; I'd see the next week, but asked, "What kind of data security do you have?" "We currently use a hardware and software firewall, but they are only on our second PCs. We'll get you one too, so you can use the internet and have a link to the company's external network. Our internal PCs are only used on our internal system, and there are no links to the company's general network. We have a private network between R&D and Wes' project hangar. There is no way for anyone to get into it. We lease a private fiber link that is not monitored outside of the company. We have a data security company review our setup and procedures six times a year. You can help us with that too." As we were getting ready to land, Dennis handed me an iPhone and iPad. "If you think of anything additional, send it to me either on the phone or you can e-mail it from the pad. The contacts on the phone and pad include everyone you've met, and several more that you will meet. Steve is pretty good about getting us the best equipment he can for us to do our job. He says if he gives us perfect stuff, we'll do perfect work. I wish I could do that on every project. On so many projects 'perfect' is just not possible yet. You're going to help by telling us whether something is possible, or tell us how to make it possible." I told him and the others, "I sure hope I can give you all what you're expecting. I'm sure going to try." As I got out of the aircraft and shook everyone's hand, I couldn't help but feel as if being a nerd had its benefits and advantages. Primary Editing by Pepere Proofing and Continuity by Sagacious Helicopter and Legal Eagle Guru, Rotorhead Knight6 is trying out Last one through - Deenara2000 ------- Chapter 3 I had just returned from flying to Florida to interview with a company by the name of S&S and in some cases CS&S and Quality Wear. I had accepted a job offer to put together and create software for an engineering computer they wanted to be second to none. The prospect of where I would be in a week was exciting, yet scary. As I drove to my apartment, I made a mental note of what I needed to do. First was to call home. Dad answered, "Hi, Son. How did your interview go? Do you think the company you talked to is worthwhile?" "Dad, I have to tell you. They are, or at least appear to be, my ideal match. The owner, or at least one of the owners, is as anal as I am, if not more so, about doing everything exact. He has signs over his factory doors that ask, "Is it Perfect?" That's a hoot, isn't it?" "Sounds like something you would like, Sal. Did you introduce yourself as Sal, or your usual Feeny?" "Dad, you know I always forget. The guy that was one of my students even stopped the conversation to find out what my real name was. But that guy is so into calling me Doc, he'll never use Sal. I don't mind Feeny; it is my name you know. I'm always proud when someone calls or addresses me as Feeny. That's our name, I'm proud of it." My mom's voice came over the phone, "You're always such a strange kid, Sal. I love you for it, though. I really do hope these Florida people will consider you." "Mom, Dad, I have news. I'm cleaning out my apartment tonight. I'll be out to eat something and to help with chores in the morning. I'm on my way to Florida. They are going to have a place for me there when I get out of my truck. They wanted to fly me and my stuff and ship my truck, but I'm driving so I know that I'm moving on. So is it going to be all right to raid the fridge about eight?" I could hear the smile in my wonderful mom's voice as she responded, "Of course, Sal. I'll make sure there are some good leftovers in there just for you. Do what you have to do at your place and come home. We want to see as much of you as possible before you leave." "I didn't get to tell you yet, but they are going to have a place big enough for you two to stay with me as often as you want to visit. I'll bet they have flights that go past Lubbock often so you could catch a ride with them. These people are really special, you'll love them." Dad was chuckling, "Sounds like they did one hell of sales job on you, Sal. Sure hope it's everything they say it is." "Me too, Dad. I'm getting away from the simple-minded or closed-minded people that only want me to be in their clique. I never was a part of that, and never wanted to be. I've already met more people that know my real name down there in Tampa, than all of those that know me up here. Everyone was introducing me to the next person as 'This is Feeny, or Dr. Feeny, or just plain Doc. His real name is Salvatore Markus Feeny, but he doesn't care what you call him as long as you remind him when happy hour is.' Now that's the way to be introduced Dad. You're going to love these people. There are a couple of other eggheads that I'll be working with but they are cool eggheads. The head of R&D drives a wild looking Chevy El Camino. When you see it you won't believe it. Another guy, a new PhD from Arkansas, drives a really beat up pickup and I'm told he owns a real railroad steam locomotive. He's bringing it to Tampa. You should see this guy, Dad. He's probably six eight to six ten and must weigh over four hundred, but he doesn't look fat, only huge and solid. You'll like him." Mom was always thinking of my future, "Do they have a lot of nice looking single girls there? Who knows? You might find some that appeal to you and get tripped or something." "Oh, Mom, don't hold your breath. I'm a geek, a happy and contented nerd. Something will come along and when it does, I'll send for you right away so you can approve." "Salvatore Markus, you know I don't interfere with your private life." "No, you don't, Mom, thank you." The next morning I helped with the chores, making me a little melancholy as I wasn't going to be able to have this peaceful release that working with the animals gave me. Dad helped put the topper shell on the truck to keep my stuff from getting wet. Promising to be back that evening, I drove to the school first to make sure my leaving was going to be acceptable. When I called the University president's office to see if I was going to have to wait until Monday, the lady herself answered. The president of the University was her most pleasant self, as she raved at the opportunity I had at being able to work with a company as prominent as S&S. They weren't that prominent, I thought, because I've never heard of them. I asked if my department was going to be OK, and she said the promised replacement professor was already working with the rest of the department to cover my schedule. Her comment was, "It seems you were probably teaching about twice the classes you should have been. I'm surprised you have been able to keep up with your duties as Dean." She called the Bursar's office to have my check brought to her office. Upon arriving, the president wanted me to sign a release on all of my software and patents. I already knew I could share in any money received for my ideas, so I declined and asked that she forward any residuals to my folks' address. Too bad, but I should get something out of having been ridiculed for knowing what I was supposed to know for ten years. I went through my office, collecting my wall hangings and personal items. I scooped up my box of CDs that contained years and years of programming and hauled it all out to my truck. I had made sure a near duplicate box of all of my software tools was prominently displayed next to my monitors. Next stop, my apartment was going to take less time than my office. After getting things out, I ran to a U-haul store to get boxes. I tried to be neat and put clothes in separate boxes, then bed clothes, followed by kitchen stuff. The last was western apparel for rodeos and my treasured six-guns. I had one single action and one double action. I packed my buck a piece blanks, hoping they would be easy to duplicate in Florida. I had a TV, but it was a ten dollar 13 inch that I pitched. I had a decent boom box that played CDs and that was going with me. I stood and looked around at what remained of the furnished apartment to make sure that I had not left anything behind and that I had not taken anything that wasn't mine. The apartment manager was nice. He went through the apartment with a clipboard checking what furnishings were provided and for cleanliness. I had a lady come in once a week, so the place was very clean. "You're good to go, Feeny. Come to the office and we'll get you a check for your deposit. I was just about to hit you up for a lease renewal. Sorry to see you go." I was happy as I drove back to the ranch, but still a little nervous about cutting so many ties. But I knew that if Florida blew up, I could get on at any major university and probably many major companies. Sunday was the usual fun day around the ranch. My sister-in-law came with her kids to ride horses and talk to all of us about my brother in Afghanistan. The lady is a sweetheart and a loving mother to my niece and nephew. I ate my last meal at home Sunday night. As I thought of that, it was almost ominous, like I was being executed in the morning. I suppose I was a bit of a home boy. I loved my family and enjoyed being with them. From what I had seen of the new people, they were close, and I hoped I would be welcomed into their midst. The sun rose with me helping Dad feed the stock. As we walked into the house, Dad put his arm over my shoulder, "Sal, you've always been a good son. I've been very proud of you and your successes. I sometimes almost wish you weren't so darned smart. Your mom and I are going to miss you, but we both want you to know that we are pulling for you to be successful with this new company. Call us, let us come see you. We have plenty of help to take care of the place while we're gone, so call us." Mom gave me about the same speech the night before, but added in that she hoped I will have found female companionship when I called her next. My reply was, "Not going to happen, Mom, unless you're willing to wait six months. You know that I 'm slow with women." Mom hugged me, "You're just like your dad. I had to damn near drag him into a hay pile to get his interest. Of course, as soon as I accomplished what I wanted, I gave him three kids in three years before we found out what caused that. We both wanted a big family, but my tubes gave up after three. You'll see; some sweet thing is going to take one look at you and you will be toast." Mom's slight Italian accent always puts a smile on my face. To me, she was the mom a man should have. "Mom, you are really on a roll tonight. Cool it for a bit. Send me off in the morning with a smile, not terminally afraid of women." After chores and breakfast the next morning, Mom hugged me and gave me kiss on the cheek. Dad shook my hand before hugging me as only a dad can hug his son. I went out to my pickup, loaded with all of the physical things I felt important to me, and drove off. Primary Editing by Pepere Proofing and Continuity by Sagacious Helicopter and Legal Eagle Guru, Rotorhead Knight6 is trying out Last one through - Deenara2000 ------- Chapter 4 You don't need many directions to get to Florida. I could do this in a long two days of about six to seven hundred miles a day, or do it in three or four leisurely days. I went across to highway 331 and headed southeast to Interstate 20. There was some traffic diversion going through Abilene, and a little farther through Fort Worth and south of Dallas. That place is big and busy, who would want to live there? My goal for the day was to see if I could make it out of Texas. Around Dallas, I used my cell phone to call Dennis at S&S to let him know I was on my way. He was glad to hear I was coming and stopped short, "We didn't send you any money or a credit card. Damn, we are a bunch of goofs. Don't take it as a slight, Doc, but we try to take care of everything in advance for someone coming to us. Tell you what though, when you decide to stop for the night, call me and I'll have our travel people get you a first class place. Don't try to kill yourself getting here. We agreed you wouldn't start this coming Monday, so take your time and if you decide to stop and do some sightseeing, do it. You know, you're going near New Orleans. You could go down there." "Thanks, Dennis, I'll visit New Orleans another time. I want to get to you guys and get started. I might have to check on the spring break babes around Panama City, but that's just a look see for me." Dennis laughed before he cautioned, "Be careful of the jailbait out on the beaches, Doc. Lots of sixteen and seventeen year olds mix in with the older crowd and wreak havoc with your head. They'll tease you into distraction, and then give it up to another teen." "So you're telling me Florida girls do the same things Texas girls do." With a laugh, Dennis said, "They must all sign up for tease instruction about thirteen, so that they're pros by the time they're sixteen." "I'm not a chick magnet, Dennis. I lurk. I love to check them out, but if I begin to talk to them, my pocket protector puts them off." "Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha," Dennis couldn't quit laughing. "I know the feeling. I went to a local high school and was really cool driving my El Camino, but as far as getting close to some babe or scoring, SOL man. I didn't have any luck until I met my babe and she saw through or over the top of my appearance and tech interest. I'm lucky, hope you get lucky too, and that's not a pun." Dennis continued, "But listen to me, I'll tell the travel lady to be ready for your call. We'll set you up in something plush. You're an important part of where we're going. Call, okay?" Now I was chuckling, "I'll call. I want to make it out of Texas today or tonight, so I'll probably be ready to quit about five and I should be right around Shreveport. Have your lady find me a place there and get the directions. You know I'm a country boy and don't do cities very well." "Got it, Doc, I'll have Jenny find you a first class place in Shreveport close to Interstate 20. I'll make sure they have a list of fun things for you to do there if you want. Have a great dinner and breakfast, it's on us. I'll give Jenny your cell number if that's all right." "Sure, fine, Dennis. I'm just about past the heavy Dallas traffic, so I can get back up to Texas speed." "And what is Texas speed, Doc?" "Depends on the year of your pickup. If it's less than ten years old, you're safe under a hundred. They frown on faster than that." "You better not drive like that down here. They'll only give seven miles an hour most of the time, and if there's no traffic on the interstate, they'll give you ten if they are in a good mood. Anything more than that and you'll have a ticket that will choke you up. Keep it down, Dude." I had to laugh again, "I will, Dennis. I'm just used to burning tires up on the open highway. I hear you have to toe the line in Louisiana and Mississippi too, so I'll be doing only seventy as I make those states. "Okay, Doc, drive carefully, and call if you want to chat while you're driving. I'll let you gab with Donny or Gerry for a while. You guys could talk equations or something together. You might even talk to Sandy; he has a whole slew of good stories. Drive carefully." "Bye, Dennis." Now that was encouraging. Dennis was okay and seemed to be just another guy. I knew Sandy was one of those guys who was like me and never seemed to hook up with women. I wondered how he met his wife. They seem really happy and they both work for one of the companies. I think his wife is one of the Quality Wear legal people. It was about four forty-five my time, and I was about ten miles out of Shreveport when my new iPhone rang. I answered, "Feeny." "Hi, Doctor Feeny, this is Jenny Huddy. I'm the travel lady for S&S, CS&S, and Quality Wear. How close are you to Shreveport?" "I'm about ten miles out according to the signs." "Tell me, do you want to stay at a great place that has a casino like Harrah's, or the Horseshoe where they have had the World Series of Poker, or just a regular place and have to hunt for supper?" "Wow, either one of those casino places should have good food. Fix me up with one that's easy to get to." Jenny described the hotels, "I'm told that the Horseshoe has a real good steak. I'm sure Harrah's serves a good meal too. The Horseshoe is easier to get to from I-20." "Make it the Horseshoe for me, Ma'am. Get me directions and I'll be on the east side of the city in less than twenty minutes." "Okay, Doctor Feeny, you're set. I'll have a concierge call you and talk you right to their valet. Eat well and sleep good. Be careful if you gamble. We can't help you with that. You'll have to go to a casino with the bosses. I understand they are really lucky." "Thanks, Jenny, this is great service." "Well, remember to check with me tomorrow so I can get you into a good place wherever you are. Just call the number on your phone and I'll answer, twenty-four seven." "Wow, you are a busy person." Jenny giggled, "Not really, I actually normally give the phone to someone else by now, but you are important. Good night, Dr. Feeny, I'm on my way to the patio." She hung up and all I could think of was that the patio sure had a big appeal. I thought of how great it was going to be to work with friendly people who weren't always conniving to do something to you or say something that isn't true about you. Those university assholes never took the opportunity to ever find out anything about me. I do remember Sandy asking about my pictures a couple of times. He was always interested in others. My phone rang, "Feeny." "This is Jack from the Horseshoe. I'm calling to direct you to our front door, Dr. Feeny. Where are you right now?" When I told Jack where I was, he told me to stay on the phone, what exit to take, and to inform him when I was on the correct street. He did guide me right to their door. I thanked Jack as a valet came to the pickup door and stood. There weren't any smirks or funny looks because I was driving a pickup with a cap and a lot of stuff in the back. Another man came to the truck and asked, "May I carry your luggage for you, Sir?" I laughed at the situation, "Hang on, Guys. I just drove from west Texas. Let me get my bag from the back and give this man my keys. If you could, put this where it's safe. I don't have a lot, but I'm moving everything I have to Tampa. Take care of it." The bellhop took my bag and the valet got into the truck. He gently drove away as the bellhop took me inside. A man met me just inside the door with his hand stuck out, "Dr. Feeny, right?" I had a chance to nod before he led me toward the front desk. "I'm Jack, the guy who directed you on how to get here. Let me help you through the bureaucracy and get you to your room. I'll give you a quick tour, a rundown of everything you can do, where to eat, and you'll be on your own." Check-in only required me to show them my driver's license and sign a card. The foxy lady handed me a key card and asked, "Do you have another traveling with you that might require a key?" "Nope, all alone, thanks for asking." "My pleasure, Sir. Enjoy your stay." Jack said, "Come on, the bellhop will take your bag to your room. I'll show you around down here first." We walked through a busy casino and past a couple of places that appeared to be entrances to shows or other entertainment. The only thing of interest was a sign that said "WSP Texas Hold'em tournament, $100, $500, $1000 buy in, sign up, 7:00 PM." I asked Jack, "What's the deal with three buy in amounts?" "That is weird, isn't it? Everyone gets the same amount of chips. If you win on a C note buy in, the pay out is ten grand. If you win with a five hundred buy-in, the prize is fifty grand, and if you put up a grand, the winner will get a minimum of a hundred grand. The winner of everything can win up to around a million. Do you play?" "Wow! I love to play, but you must have a lot of players to pay out a million." Jack told me, "The room will be packed. This is a weekly thing that brings in a lot of big names. You'll be surprised at how many thousand dollar buy-ins there will be. They post it on the board. Are you going to play?" "I might. I'm hungry and I ought to shower. Seven is only an hour and half away." "Hey, Doc, sign up now and go shower and eat. The tourney doesn't start until eight thirty. The signup is at seven, but they let people sign up anytime. It's right in here, let's do it even if you only sign for a hundred." I was concerned that this was going to take all night so I asked, "How long does the tournament usually last?" Jack was nodding, "Sometimes to the wee hours of the morning, but that's only because some of the guys put on a show by trying to outfox each other. I've seen them out of here by one. If the tables play fast, you'll be able to just about guess the time." A lady in a skimpy costume smiled and pushed a signup sheet to me. I put my name and room number down and she scanned my key card. She was startled, "You are a winner or at least whoever's paying for your room is making you a winner. You're signed up for a thousand dollars, Sir. Hope you do well." Now I was feeling a little funny. S&S is willing to drop a grand for me to play poker? They are gambling on me, but are also willing to drop another grand for me to play. Wow, this is special." "Jack, show me the restaurant first. I'll find my room and shower afterward." The restaurant he showed me into wasn't very busy and a busboy almost ran to put water into my glass. I had chosen a booth seat at a window so I could look out at a huge swimming pool with lots of yummy looking females lying on chairs. The sun was almost down, but they were still showing it off. A waiter interrupted my thoughts. "What can I get you to drink, Sir?" I was about to ask for a drink or beer, but remembered the game. "Iced Tea, lemon, no sugar. If you'll get me a menu, I'll order now." "I can get you a menu, Sir, but we make anything you want. What do you have a taste for?" Uh oh, this is going to be expensive. "Ah, actually I was thinking a medium sized rib-eye with a small lobster tail, and a few shrimp scampi with a buttered mixed vegetable. How about a small Caesar salad along with a good British Martini. A small size Martini, please." The waiter grinned and told me, "I'll be right back with your drinks and salad. Do you have a need for speed tonight? Are you going to play in the tournament?" Very astute of the man, "Yes, I am and speed would be good. I need to clean up before I go in there." "I understand and will make sure you only have the one martini. Good luck." The drinks were almost instantaneous, with a salad slid onto a plate almost as fast. I savored the salad with the martini, thinking this gin was something special. Almost as soon as I put my fork down, a busboy whisked the plate and fork away. The waiter was carrying a tray with something smoking on it. He put a fairly thick rib-eye steak on a metal hot plate in the center, a small plate with a shelled lobster tail on one side, and a plateful of shrimp scampi on rice on the other. Directly over my plate, he set down a bowl of mixed vegetables. The man was smiling and offered me a card, "Excuse me, Dr. Feeny, if you can't finish your meal now, you can call this number and we'll warm it up or bring you fresh up to your room later. We always want to please." I was stunned. How did he know my name? He was perceptive because he figured out that I was going to play in the tournament, but how could he figure out my name? He was gone before I could ask him. My nose brought my attention to the rib-eye. I had not specified how I wanted the steak cooked, but it was a true medium bloody rare that was so tender that I didn't need a steak knife. The shrimp was delicious, and a mouth full of lobster had me drooling. I didn't eat fast as I wanted to savor the meal. At one point while I ate, the waiter refilled my iced tea and had already removed the martini glass that I had not finished. He didn't interrupt my focus on the food by asking how it was, he knew it was good. I actually finished every bite and sat back with a full tummy. They gave me too many shrimp, but this was Louisiana. Knowing the meal was taken care of, I pulled my money clip to leave a tip. The waiter magically appeared, "Oh no, Sir. Your gratuities have been taken care of. Go win some money." I checked my watch to see it was still just a little after seven, so I took the elevator up to my floor and found my room. The door popped open as I slid the card into the slot. "Holy shit, this was special. There was a large sitting area and a bed that looked like a dozen people could sleep in it. A quick look around showed some kind of porch or patio outside some doors. I looked out there and was surprised, there was a hot tub outside my room; oh, my. I didn't have time to gawk, so I looked for my suitcase and found it on the floor of the closet with my clothes neatly hung. Okay, that's a nice touch. I was stripped in seconds and through the shower. I kept my hair short so I didn't have to mess with it, which was another source of derision by my peers at the university. I thought it was smart to have short hair so I could wear a hat and it not mess with my hair or look like I just got up if I lay down for a nap. After a quick shave, I dressed and rode the elevator to the first floor. I found what I wanted in the gift shop. I pulled an extra strength five hour energy bottle and a pack of chewing gum. Gum was my weakness, but it was better than chewing tobacco, the common product for my age group in Texas. I walked through the door to the tournament room and a lady on a high stool with a computer monitor said, "Welcome, Doctor Feeny, you will be at table twenty-seven. Do you want a lucky number table?" On a whim, I said, "How about thirty-three?" The girl did some keystrokes and said, "Would you accept table three?" I was enthusiastic when I answered, "That would be even better." "You're all set, Doctor Feeny, good luck." I stepped past her and watched how she knew who I was. When someone would stand in front of her, she would push a key and the machine would compare a series of faces until it came up with the correct face and the information about the customer or tournament entry. That was a slick use of a facial recognition program. The signup lady took the picture and it was stored for the entrance clerk who assigned tables. I walked around the room toward where I assumed table three would be. I thought the low number tables were for high profile players, but I didn't care. If I could play with these big guys, I could play my way through for a while. I looked at the sheet of paper the lady had given me. Everyone from twenty-fifth to first place won money. For me to make the thousand back, I would have to come in twenty-second. This was high stakes stuff. I found table three and I looked at the seat markers. A lady in another skimpy costume was setting my name tag in front of a seat. While I was standing there, a waitress asked if she could get me something. I asked for a no sugar iced tea with lemon. She asked, "Tall or short?" "Tall, Ma'am." The very short waitress grinned and said, "You sure are." That was a flirt, as I'm not tall at all. That was a nice gesture and a hell of lot nicer than the usual "nerd" stuff I heard. I was sipping my iced tea near the table when a couple of fairly well known poker players showed up. This was going to be fun. How many times do you get to play with guys you only see on TV? Pretty soon, the public address system announced, "Tables, Ladies and Gentlemen." I sat at my place and checked my name tag. Oh shit, it said, "Dr. Salvatore Feeny". I didn't need that. As I sat, all of the players were recognizing each other and shaking each other's hand. One of the guys said, "That's a mouthful, Dr. Feeny, how about 'Sal'?" I was nodding and smiling when another of the famous card players asked, "What kind of doc are you, a shrink, a surgeon?" With a smile I told them, "I'm a PhD. A doctor only as a matter of students addressing me. I fool with electronics and computers." That was the right thing to say as they all continued their conversations with each other. In front of each player was a tray of chips. The players were taking them out and stacking them by color. The public address announcer broadcast, "For the purpose of the tournament, the black chips will be a thousand, the red five thousand, the blue ten thousand, and the purple twenty-five thousand. Each player has been issued two hundred fifty thousand in chips. Good luck, Gentlemen. The dealer said, "A thousand for the blind, ladies and gentlemen." There were two well-known lady players at the table. The first hour was fast and three at our table went out. I wasn't playing conservatively, but I was watching and trying to play smart. I did have a rep at home for being one of the better players at the Saturday and Sunday afternoon tournaments. It was surprising how many good players were making bad bets. I figured the game could be won early if you played the way you were supposed to. After two hours, the only original players at our table were one of the ladies and me. Both of us had a nice stack of chips. The break was long enough to hit the john and order another iced tea. I couldn't get over the number of well known players sucking up booze. This was for money, why would you take away your edge? When the play started again with a new dealer, he was dealing so slow that I asked him, "Do you get paid for dealing slow or is it just the way you deal?" There were several people that spoke up and agreed with me. The guy said, "If you question me you can leave. I control this game and will deal the way I want to. Who are you to talk to me that way?" That brought a lot of "ooh's" around the table. I began watching the guy's hands and looked up at the lady playing at the table. She caught my eye and winked at me. The guy was doing some fancy dealing. I had to quit betting because of the cards I was getting. The only thing I did was put in the blind. When the guy began shuffling by spreading the cards on the table, the lady nodded her head toward the cards. The man looked as if he were arranging the cards. That was tough to do with everyone watching, but he was doing it. The lady spoke up, "I'd like a fresh deck, please." "Go away, Lady. I just shuffled these. Play this hand and I'll get another deck." She stood up and beckoned an official. She told the man in a voice that all could hear, "Your dealer is arranging cards and giving player five the cards he needs to win the last seven hands. Player number three questioned his slow play and I asked for a fresh deck. I want, no, I demand, a new dealer." The tournament official flipped over the cards for player five, then counted the cards through the deck to find that player five was going to get four sixes. No way could he have that kind of streak. The tournament official asked the player and dealer, "Come with me." Another official came to our table and instructed us, "Will you please remain seated for a few minutes? We will get a determination as to what to do." The lady came around to me and told me, "You've been playing some good poker. You might go all the way, but I'm going to try to beat you. How about we get together after the game. I'd like you to buy me a drink." I didn't break down in laughter, but I did spring a boner. The lady was showing enough cleavage to distract a priest. The original official came back and asked, "It is your choice and a table vote will be final. The house is willing to pay you the maximum winnings for your entry fee if you want to stop right now. If you want to stay, you will win whatever you win. It's obvious what the better deal is. How many want to take their money and run?" Everyone put their hands up. The official said. "Please take your chips to the front and they will issue you credit for your winnings. I'm sorry that we have had a security breakdown. Please come back for another try at the big prize." The lady came to me and said, "We got the big prize. How much did you give for your entry?" When I looked at her as if she was being pushy, she said, "I'm in for a grand. You know what that means. Want me to buy you a drink?" I was almost laughing. Who would believe that "Feeny" had a world famous female poker player on his arm about ready to collect a hundred thousand dollars. I suppose a casino couldn't take the chance of scandal like that. I loved it. It wasn't even midnight yet, and it looked like it was going to be a slow night but we were through with money in our pockets. When we finished receiving receipts for our winnings, the lady turned me around and said, "I'm hungry. Feed me, then take me to my place or your place, and fuck me. Are you good for it?" Holy shit. This doesn't happen to Feeny. "Come, let me show you the best place in the house to eat." We entered the secluded restaurant and were ushered to the same booth I had been in earlier. I told the lady, "Order whatever you want. They will fix it for you. I'm going to have another small piece of beef, some clams, and some more lobster." She looked up at me as a busboy poured us water, with the same waiter I had before standing behind him. The waiter asked, "Is this a break, or did luck not look your way except for the lovely lady." I didn't have to answer, she informed the waiter, "Hell no, we got back the max for our entry fee because the dealer and a player were cheating. We're flush, garçon, or whatever those movie people say." "Then may I suggest some champagne to celebrate?" The blonde smiled and told the man, "Bring us both some good scotch, single malt, with a beer on the side. We're going to do some eating before ... ah ... doing something else." I laughed and I think the waiter caught on as the corners of his mouth curled up. He left for our drinks and the lady said, "Man, I'm feeling so lucky that we should go play with the big boys who lost earlier, but I'm too horny for that. I want to intimately visit with you, Doctor. Want to examine me?" This babe was funny. Direct, but funny. The waiter brought some scotch in glasses with glasses of ice on the side for us to decide how we were going to drink the single malt. He also brought us each a Guiness for the beer requested. The blonde actually said thank you. We sipped our drinks for a minute before the girl asked, "Aren't they going to bring menus?" "I told you about that. You ask for what you want and they'll bring it to you. I'm going to have the small good side of a porterhouse and some more lobster. The waiter will ask me how large, and I'll tell him about four to six ounces of steak. The rest will be assumed. Do you want some vegetables? I recommend their Caesar salad with a Boodles martini." She looked at me and asked, "Really, anything I want?" "Really, I'm buying, so enjoy yourself." She screwed her mouth up and asked, "Do you think they would make something strange?" "Let me have the waiter tell you. It is anything you want." The waiter was instantly at the table from a simple low hand wave. I informed him, "The lady is apprehensive about ordering what she really wants. Please assure her." "Please, order your heart's desire. If we don't have it, we'll order it and have you back to the hotel at our expense. Now, what would you like?" The lady had a contented smirk on her face, "Don't laugh, please. I've always wanted a filet, cut thin, and chicken fried. I want chicken fried filet. Can I have that?" Without blinking, the waiter asked, "What would you enjoy with that?" "Can I get mashed potatoes, some milk gravy, and some green beans?" The waiter smiled, "Your wish is my command." "Oh, how about one of the salads with the Boodles the doctor likes?" The waiter was doing a good job keeping a straight face and turned to me. "I'll have the salad combination to start, then the tender side of a porterhouse, about four to six ounces, along with another of those delicious small lobster tails. That would be wonderful." "Right away, Ma'am and Dr. Feeny." The famous blonde said, "You are one important motherfucker, aren't you? Christ, this place is something. I've been coming to this hotel for four years and I didn't know this was here." My memory was playing tricks with me, so I had to ask. "Ah, I'm not trying to be a smart aleck, a puritan, or whatever, but aren't you married?" "Nope, I haven't been married now for two whole months. The asshole took off with the bank account and some skank about six months ago, and I've done without since. You're the first guy that has wound my clock. We're going to do something about that. Can you imagine? A chicken fried filet!" Small salads and martinis were served, so we ate and enjoyed the liquor. Once again, at the first sign we were done, the martini glasses and the bowls were gone, and our entrees were almost immediately served. The blonde sat and stared at what she had requested. When I had my request in front of me, the waiter set a glass down, "Your iced tea, Sir, with no sugar and lemon. And you, Madam?" "Just like him, please."' The waiter set a glass on the table with lemon stuck to the side. He carried another glass away that must have had sugar in it. This girl was not heavy, but she was an eager eater. I finished my second steak of the evening, along with my second small lobster tail. The man knew that I wanted the taste, and not a huge tail. When Blondie's plate was empty, she sat back with a smile on her face. "That was wonderful. Do you think these folks make coffee?" We didn't have a chance to hardly put our napkins down when an attendant was taking plates and the waiter was placing steaming cups in front of us. He said, "If you will permit me, I have a small, enjoyable, surprise treat for you." The man brought back some kind of chocolate concoction that looked to have a small piece of cake, some ice cream, nuts, and lumpy chocolate syrup. It looked very good. He handed each of us a spoon and looked at me, "This is for being so lucky this evening, and may this bring you more luck." He winked at me. The lady was instantly into the dessert and her coffee. We ate and chatted about nothing, really. She told me, "Since the jerk left, I've had a change of luck that is phenomenal. Tonight, you changed the table and brought everyone luck. You're a special guy and I'd love to play some more tournaments with you. You know that your win tonight will make you eligible for the big one. You have to pay an entrance, but you're automatically invited. You've brought me luck, Guy. Between dumping one guy and finding you, I'm on top of the world." When we left, I tucked a C-note under my plate, hoping it would be shared. I was leading toward the elevator thinking that she would want to go up to a room. She shocked me, "We have to try our combined luck at the open tables. Let's buy about fifty grand in chips, and see how it's going. I'm feeling very lucky." Well, shoot, I thought I was going to get laid, and now I have to think about poker. Hmm, I still had that Five Hour energy drink in my pocket. I excused myself to use the restroom and saw her head off in the women's room direction. I peed, splashed water on my face, and drank the small container. I never drink and play poker, so this is totally against my personal rules. I also don't pick up strange women at poker tournaments either. We bought chips and walked into the private high stakes poker room. A big table with several players hollered at her, "Come on over here and give us some of your money. We have an honest dealer, because none of us are winning or losing. You'll change the balance. I noticed the other men had about the same amount of chips as we did. There was the other woman who was at our table in the beginning of the night, and she had as many chips as the others. I followed the blonde's lead and tipped the dealer a small denomination chip and anted up. The cards were not coming my way for the first five or six hands, but the blonde was doing okay. I bet when I received decent opening cards, but the flops were not in my favor. Then after at least ten hands, I received something to work with and played them slow to win a small pot. I won again and again, until I didn't get cards worth anything. I had to watch as the lady I was with raked in a big pot. I was there all the way until the river in the next hand, but had to drop as my flush was looking dead. She won with my heart. I just don't trust a final card for a flush. Then I pulled a pair of threes, and the flop was an ace and another pair of threes. One of the more arrogant players must have had a pair of aces as he was going nuts. Another player was betting heavy, so he must have had at least another ace. That told me my hand was unbeatable unless someone came up with a straight flush and the up cards didn't lend to that. It couldn't be done. The arrogant player pushed what he had into the pot and said, "That's thirty-seven thousand. I'm all in." The other player counted his chips, then looked up at the table, "I'm all in, but light a thousand." When I win, it will give Sam a grand to play with." They were not even paying attention to me riding along. I didn't need to raise as they were doing it for me. I counted the chips out and pushed them out in neat stacks, "Call." The two men looked at me like I was really nuts. They both flipped their cards over and one of the guys was sitting with a pair of aces, and the other was sitting with three queens and a pair of aces. I flipped my cards over to show four threes, and all the air around the table was sucked into both of their mouths. The blonde exclaimed, "You fucker, you've had four of kind since the flop, and all you did was ride along. Man, you played all of us like a fiddle." The two men got up and didn't bother shaking hands. They left mumbling to themselves. One of the old time players said, "You know what, I'm tired. I don't want to leave a good game, but let's call it a night and let this guy celebrate. Good playing, guy. Hope to see you back in the future." It took three trays to get all of my chips together. Blondie had been a good winner and took two trays. We went up to the cashier where I asked if I could have all of my winnings in a check or debit card. We did the cash transfer to my regular account, and put a hundred grand in a debit card. I signed all of the tax papers and kept a copy, because I would be in a killer tax bracket for the year. Out of the cashier's line, I took the blonde's hand, "Do you want to come to my room or is this a little fast?" The lady was shifting around and looked a little nervous, "It is fast, but I really want to come up to your room. Damn, I want it, but I'm afraid. I suppose I shouldn't, but hang around and I promise we'll get together. Where are you going from here?" "I'm on my way to Tampa for a new position with a great company." The lady asked, "Do you mean you're not a card pro?" "Ha, ha, ha, ha, no way. I'm an electrical engineer in computer science." "You're a geek, a nerd?" "Exactly, a died in the wool, one hundred percent, pocket protector wearing nerd." "Come with me, Honey; I have to sample a hundred percent nerd." We rode up a few floors and went to a room that was obviously several classes below the one I was in. The lady was out of her clothes and had mine off in seconds. She was bent over her purse when I came up behind her. She jumped and said, "I can't find any rubbers. Damn, I want this and can't without some protection." Knowing what was in my shaving kit I suggested, "Put on what would get us upstairs and come to my room. We'll play in the hot tub, and I happen to have exactly what we need. Want to come up?" She squinted at me for a second and finally said, "It's against my better judgment, but lead on, Stud. Let's play in the hot tub you say you have." We both dressed and went to my room. She stood in the doorway and said, "Who the fuck are you, anyway. This has got to be a two or three "G" room." She walked over to the patio door and looked out. She began stripping down. "Find that rubber, Guy, and let's hope you have more than one. Let's get wet." We played in the hot tub and used one condom. The second was used on the bed, and was the result of some lengthy play. The third didn't get used because the offending fluids were splashed all over her breasts. The fourth was finally filled after we thumped for a record setting amount of time. I don't remember falling asleep. Someone was playing Mr. Microphone with my special part. When I was as rigid as I was ever going to be, a husky voice asked, "You have any more rubbers? I'm horny, you're horny, and we need to fuck." I rolled away, peed, and fished out a pleasure package. I was ripping it open as she hit the head. After some heavy foreplay that only made us both hornier, we thumped until all of our juices were on the bed and in the condom. We lay back staring at the ceiling. She said, "Wow, that is the way to get over someone. Now that was some grade A sex. I'm going to make sure I know where you are, Honey, because I'm going to want more of that. You're a stud, aren't you? I'll bet you have babes clawing at your door every night." I was really laughing when I told her, "I'm a nerd. You know the guy who always has the tough answers, but doesn't try to be intrusive with anyone. I'm a real live genuine geek. Now, if you want more of me, I'm all for it." "You're no nerd, Honey. With the way you took care of me last night and this morning, you're a stud. You may be some kind of genius, but you're a stud that I want more of when I can get it. I don't get to Tampa often, but if you'll give me your number, I'll call you when I'm on my way. I want more of what we had." We kissed and almost became interested enough for another go at it. "Tell you what, let's trade numbers, because I'll probably get a new telephone number. I'm moving from northwest Texas, so I'll have a new number." I suddenly remembered the iPhone. "Here, let me call you and then you'll have my new number." As we showered together to begin the day, she asked, "So you're not married, committed, or have a steady?" "Nope." "So when is your next tournament? Are you playing in the big one at the Bellagio next month?" I was being honest, "I haven't thought about it. I'm an amateur, not a pro. I play in bar tournaments and card house tourneys. That's it. I was going to go in for a hundred last night, but my new company signed me up for a grand. They took their grand back, but made sure I received everything else." "Nice company. Well, try to do the Bellagio next month. If you want, we can share a room. That will take care of some of the costs. I've already paid my five "G" entrance, and since it's by invitation or a qualifying win like last night, I know the tournament isn't full yet. See if you can fly out and play. The game starts on a Wednesday and they usually don't end until Sunday. The top fifty make some bucks all the way up to a guaranteed five mil. It could be upwards to eight or nine." "Being able to spend a weekend with you would be worth the five grand, but I'll have to see how the job goes. I'm really not interested in being a full time poker pro. I love what I do." "Honey, I'll bet you do. You're the most genuine guy I've run into in my lifetime. Stay that way. As long as you're single, remember me and give me a call every once in a while. Maybe you could come to one of the big Miami tourneys, or one in Mobile. Atlantic City isn't that far either." "Sounds good! Now, how about some breakfast?" The girl asked, "Do you think that restaurant we ate in last night is open? I'd love some more good country cooking." The restaurant was open and we filled up on biscuits and gravy, along with a bunch of bacon and eggs. This was a perfect way for me to remember Shreveport, Louisiana. When I took the lady back to her room, she asked, "Think you might want to stay over another night? I don't have to be back in Vegas until tomorrow for a TV show." "I should go. I'm due at the company in a couple of days. I'll call you and hope we can get together." We had been saying this at her door, but she put a lip lock on me that changed my mind to get out of there in the next thirty seconds. Inside her room, she was moaning and groaning because we didn't have any protection, but we reversed and pleasured each other thoroughly for another half hour. This required another shower before we kissed goodbye. I think the lady was really sad to see me leave. She was definitely more than a quickie or one night stand. ------- Primary Editing by Pepere Helicopter and Legal Eagle Guru, Rotorhead Knight6 is trying out Last one through - Deenara2000 ------- Chapter 5 I was finally on my way by ten. I didn't get a full night's sleep, but I was feeling pretty damn good. I was amazed by the way cars were passing me, so I stepped it up and kept pace with the other cars, never overtaking the fast movers. Around one, my time, my phone rang, "Feeny." "Hi, Dr. Feeny. Do have you have any idea of where you might want to stay over tonight and did you enjoy the accommodations last night? I found out you won a lot of money, congratulations." I had been giving this some thought and decided to see how far I could go, "Jenny, I'd like to stay at Panama City Beach tonight. What would you think if I wanted to stay an extra day there?" The girl laughed, "That would be wonderful. You can stay a week if you want. You're making a big change in your life and lifestyle and we want you to be rested when you get here. I'll make reservations on the beach for two nights and if you want another, call. Steve and the guys really want you to enjoy your trip out here. You're saving them so much money that they can afford a whole lot of amenities. Just enjoy yourself and I'll make sure the hotels know that you're riding free." "Wow, Jenny, I don't know what to say. I'll probably be cheap because I would like to spend an extra day on the famous beach. I'm a single guy and I love to look at the scenery." "Good answer. I like to hear a guy being honest. If you didn't want to check the talent out, you would have to be gay, but then you would be checking the guys out just like us girls do, ha, ha, ha, ha." She was almost choking from laughing so hard. "I'm sorry, Dr. Feeny; you're a lot of fun, and I'm forgetting my place with the company. I'll fix you up for tonight. I'll call in a little while with the location and tell you who should be calling you with directions." S&S was getting better every minute I knew of them, and I was still two or three days from being there. It was five when I was called. I was off the big roads, heading toward Panama City. I knew from my map where to turn to go to Panama City Beach and was watching for it. "Dr. Feeny, my name is Henry Zarrow. I'm calling to give you directions to our hotel. Where are you now?" As soon as I told him I was turning toward the beach, he said, "Perfect, you're only fifteen minutes from us. Stay on the phone and I'll bring you to our front door." Sure enough, I pulled up to the beach hotel's front door, where a valet was ready to park my truck once again. I had my bag out of the back and was walking into the hotel when a man stuck out his hand, "I'm Henry. Come, let's get you checked in and settled. I hear you're staying an extra day. We might be able to convince you to make it one more." After signing a card and showing ID, I was led through the hotel and to a door on the first floor. When they opened the door, I knew this was something special. The drapes were all open and the room faced the beach. I suppose I should amend that statement about the room. This was a suite, a huge suite that had a sitting room and a separate bedroom. There were doors out to the beach, but between the beach and the room was a private patio with a hot tub. The tub was totally private and couldn't be seen from anywhere on the beach. If the drapes were closed in the room, a person could go naked between the room and hot tub without being seen. I tried to tip Henry, but he said, "All of your gratuities are taken care of. You're a special guest. Enjoy!" I wanted some surf time, but didn't have a swimsuit. I walked to the "Surf Shop" and found some boxer style trunks, a couple of big beach towels, and a handful of suntan lotion bottles. The sun was already low in the sky, but I put my trunks on and ran barefooted to the beach. I ran right out into the gulf waters and splashed face first into the water. I flipped over on my back and just glided along until I thought I might be getting out too far, and flipped back over to swim back to the beach. I was walking up on the beach, when a guy and girl said, "You should watch how far you go out because of the tide. When you come out, ask, we'll tell you all about how bad the rip tides can get. Oh, and watch the signs for jelly fish, rays, and sharks." Nothing like a busybody to take the fun out of playing in the surf. Without worrying too much, I walked along the beach, kicking up water and getting knee deep when the surf washed in. I was almost back to the hotel when, "Help, help, my boyfriend is drowning, help!" I could see a girl about a hundred yards out, trying to hold a guy up by his hair. I ran into the water, dove in, and swam hard toward the couple. I grabbed the guy and asked the girl, "Can you swim back?" The girl looked scared, so I told her, "Hold on to your boyfriend. I'll pull him in, and you with him." This was a struggle, and I was glad I had taken those lifesaving courses so many times. I love to swim and used the university pools all the time. I was almost to the edge of the beach when hands grabbed the guy and girl from me. I found the bottom with my feet and followed the two who had grabbed the couple. It turned out the guy was drunk and had tried to get her out far enough to fool around in the water. He got tired and couldn't keep afloat. When the two were released, the girl came back and hugged me, "You saved us. Thank you. He would have died out there if not for you." She kissed my cheek and went to her guy who was still coughing. The pair of guys who had pulled the couple from me caught up to me as I was headed back towards the beach. One guy pushed my arm hard enough to spin me around. "Who the fuck do you think you are? We are the lifeguards here and we were on our way to get those two. You stay away from us, other people, and this beach, or I'll have you arrested." Holy smokes, what did I do wrong? I asked, "What's the matter with helping someone in trouble? No one was around and I was closest. The guy wasn't going to make it and the girl was dead tired. I pulled them in and that's that." It didn't help that a lady came up to me with a microphone and a guy behind her with a huge video camera. "We have that daring rescue on tape, Sir. How did you rescue both of them at the same time?" The first lifeguard was about to explode when I told the reporter, "I just did what I could until the lifeguards could get to us." The reporter, "That's not what the camera saw. It has the lifeguards on their tower facing away while you were swimming out to get the couple. You were almost back to the beach before they were told by another beachgoer that someone was in trouble. Sir, you are a hero. What's your name?" The two lifeguards had vanished, and I was stuck with and surrounded by the reporter, the cameraman, and a couple of dozen people, including the couple I had helped. She repeated, "What's your name, the people here want to know?" "Sal Feeny." "Great to meet you, Sal. I'll bet you'll be the toast of the parties tonight. Where are you from and what do you do, Sal?" In for a penny, in for a pound. "I'm from Lubbock, Texas, but I'm on my way to Tampa for a new job with S&S Enterprises. They're a good sized comp..." "S&S is a really important company in Florida. They have operations and stores in several cities. They are aircraft builders, an air charter company, a big boat and fishing charter company, and if you're a racing fan, they build some of the best motors and frames for NASCAR." What could I say? This babe knew more about my new company than I did. "What do you do for S&S, Sal?" I really didn't know yet, so I answered, "I'm going to be a part of their R&D group." "That's wonderful, Sal. I'm sure glad you were on the beach to help this couple. Watch the news tonight to see this interview. We'll make sure your rescue is shown in Tampa so your new company can see it." Do you say thanks for something like that? I didn't say anything but I did smile at the camera. The couple came up to me, and both hugged me as the girl kissed me on the cheek again. The camera was right there catching it all. I made it back to my room and showered the salt off. Dressed again, I walked to the restaurant they had in the hotel. They served buffet style, so I grabbed a plate and began filling it up. There was a guy playing the piano in one corner of the room, doing a lounge act. When my plate was overflowing, I looked around the room when I heard, "Hey, everybody, Sal Feeny is looking for a place to sit. Who wants a genuine hero to eat with tonight? Wave at him to get his attention." A hand pulled at me and I sat at a table with two obviously youthful (under sixteen) young ladies and a more mature lady. One girl said, "That was so cool the way you swam out and saved that guy. I saw it all and I was standing by the TV guy. Mom and Joanie saw it too." I smiled and answered a waitress who asked what I wanted to drink. I really wanted a beer, but asked for unsweetened iced tea and lemon. The girls were non-stop motor mouths telling me what school they went to, what grade they were in, why they were on the beach, and finally admitted to being only thirteen, total jailbait. Their mom said to me, "Hi, Sal Feeny. I may know you from Texas. You were some kind of child prodigy in the electrical engineering school and computer science department at Tech in Lubbock, right?" I didn't get to answer before she continued, "I remember that no one gave you any slack and all of them were nasty to you, calling you nerd and other names. You have your PhD, right?" I was shoveling food into my mouth, but nodded at the lady. The jailbait twins were staring at me as if I might be a delicacy to eat. The mom continued, "I think my ex was about one of the most obnoxious back then. You were probably forty to fifty percent of the reason I dumped the asshole. He doesn't give a hoot about the twins, and I sure don't give a hoot about him. He's working for some high profile computer company now and sends me nice fat checks. Or rather he sends my attorney nice fat checks. My attorney, Sarah Perkins, is one mean babe. She'll rake a guy over the coals and pour salt in his wounds." I was still eating and enjoying the food. The girls had tried to pace their eating with mine as I finished up my plate. I told them, "I'm going for seconds of the other stuff. Anyone need anything?" The girls had their plates in hand and were leading me to the food. I took a bunch, and the girls took a few of the classic items that were fun to eat. Back at the table, the mother said, "I've not been very nice." She stuck her hand out, "I'm Rita Martin and these two junior hussies are Janice and Joan." I shook her hand and had to shake with the two junior hussies. They had giggled at their mother's description. They had no idea how close the description was. They were both darling, and built far beyond what should be on a thirteen year old frame. On the beach, it would be easy to mistake them for seventeen or eighteen, total jailbait. After a pause, I said, "Nice to meet you Rita, Janice, and Joan. Thank you for letting me sit with you tonight. I hope I will see you on the beach in the morning." "We'll be out early, Sal. We love mornings on the beach. It's as nice as it is in Clearwater." Rita said, "We live near Tampa, but my folks have a condo on Clearwater beach. We try to stay there most weekends. Did you say where you're going to be working?" I looked up at her and just knew there was a connection somewhere, "I'll be working in the R&D department at S&S Enterprises. The two girls sucked air in, and mom smiled, "That's nice to hear, Sal. We know that company very well." One of the twins was quick to inform me, "I guess we do. Mom works for a company called Quality Wear that is part of S&S. Where are you going to live? In one of the condos?" "I don't know yet. I'm on my way there now, and they said they would have a place for me." Rita said, "I'm sure you'll love the people there. They are the most genuinely real people you'll ever meet. We've been here at the beach only a couple of days for the girl's spring break and I can't tell you how I miss those folks. They are wonderful to be around."' I was finished, so I tried to exit, "Well, Ladies, I think I'll go back to my room and relax. I've driven a long way and could use some rest." One of the twins asked, "Want to come to our room and use the hot tub? It's private and no one can see." The two giggled, "We all went into the tub stark naked last night. Want to do that tonight?" I had these two junior teases pegged. But mom wasn't correcting them. Rita looked at me and said, "They are teases in training, I'm a cougar in training. Want to be practice?" That can't be believed. I had a woman who wanted more, and more, and more last night, and this morning and now I'm being propositioned by a very attractive lady who is probably five or six years my senior. Of course, she could have had the kids at fifteen or so. "Ah, as a gentleman, I really don't know how to answer any of you. Your offers are very exciting and appealing, but I don't think I should be in a hot tub with these two vixens, especially naked." Both girls said, "Awww," but it was Joanie that said, "We know we're too young for that stuff. We like to talk about it though. If you come over, we'll leave you and Mom alone. We won't even watch." (Under her breath, Janice said to Joanie, "Bet me; we'll be watching every stroke.") These two were a riot. To give them something to talk about, I suggested, "How about you two do the naked hot tub thing, and your mom and I will go walking on the beach. You know how old folks are. They enjoy quiet times out on the beach. If you two will only stay in the hot tub a half hour and get in bed, your mom and I might get in a hot tub while you sleep." Rita looked at me closely; I think she picked up on the 'a hot tub' phrase. Rita said, "How about we go to our room so I can change into some shorts and a halter. You can come with us and check out the naked twins, or go to your room and change too." The girls were being daring, "Yeah, come watch us get into the hot tub. I have bigger breasts than Janice." The two made me laugh and wish I could watch them play in the hot tub. "I'll go change and meet your mom at your room. Don't get naked until we leave. You wouldn't want to embarrass me, would you?" I already knew that I was going to see a couple of very naked thirteen year olds. That was all that was going to happen though. When I walked them to their door, it was the next suite down from mine. I watched them go in and went to my suite to change. I slipped shorts and a T-shirt on with some sandals, and went next door to knock. The door flew open and a very naked Joanie was standing there, "Oh, it's you; we were just getting into the hot tub." Janice walked through the open sitting area of the suite toward the hot tub with some swivel hips. She winked and said, "See you later, Sal." They had disappeared out to the tub when Rita came out in shorts and a top that was loose enough to be a distraction. She told the girls, "Only a half hour. I'll be back before long, so go to bed." Rita told me, "Why don't you get rid of your sandals. It's more fun barefoot." "Okay, let me just slip them in the door." Rita was surprised when I opened the door to the suite next to hers, slipped my sandals off, and shut the door. "You could be a danger next door to those two. Do I have your word to leave those two alone for another five years?" "Word, Rita. They are both darlings, and it will be tough, but I'd rather be a big brother." "You believe in incest right, Sal?" "Oh, Rita, you are being risqué tonight." She held my arm as we walked toward the water to walk along the beach. "Is it that bad to want what others enjoy? I'm a good mom and work hard to support my daughters. I save the money their dad gives for their college. I hope it will be enough. The company has scholarships, but the girls aren't the smartest kids around. They get steady Bs and a few As, but that won't win a scholarship." "You worry too much, Rita. Relax and enjoy life a little. I'll bet there are dozens of men who would jump at the chance to be with you and your girls." "I can't take the chance, Sal. The girls are such teases, a guy could forget who they are and how old they are. Not only would they be fucked, they would end up pregnant at fifteen like I was. I had eight years of pure hell from their father, until a lady by the name of Sarah Perkins said she would help me get divorced. I did it, and she was able to get a decent child support amount, not as big as many, but something that can be paid. Sarah is all over him every time he's late. I almost had him arrested the last time he visited the girls. He was fondling them and being very suggestive. The girls knew what he was doing and let him be a fool in front of people. There's an order to keep him away now." We continued to walk, with her still holding onto my arm. We had gone a ways down the shore and turned back. We watched the little birds scurry away from the incoming tide, then run back out to catch little sea critters. We came to a bench and sat. I had my arm around her waist and she laid her head on my shoulder. Rita lifted her head and looked me in the face. With that same look, she kissed me. I kissed back and the kiss lasted minutes. When we pulled apart, Rita sighed, "I miss that. I think about being close to someone so much. I was thinking you would be perfect for me to fool around with, but you are going to be working right next door. You're probably going to live in the park. Who knows, you might be my neighbor. If we do something, I'll want to be with you more and more all the time. Not nice, Sal. You have me steaming and I don't know what to do." I stood and pulled her up. We walked toward the hotel, with me holding her and occasionally reaching over and kissing her forehead. We went through the back lobby and turned toward our rooms. I opened my door and led Rita in. We stood in the sitting room and kissed. The kiss lasted and lasted. Rita looked in my eyes and asked, "Do you have anything that we can use?" I kissed her again and told her, "Yes, but I don't know whether we'll need it tonight. How about some cuddles and kisses?" Rita said, "I need to use the bathroom. Let me go after you. Go ahead." I used the toilet and got a condom out, but held it in my hand to keep it hidden as Rita went into the bathroom. I put the package next the bed where you couldn't see it on the nightstand and sat on the end of the bed. The bathroom door opened and a very delicious, very naked Rita walked out. She walked up to me and pressed herself to me and we kissed. During the kiss she began working on my shorts. When they dropped to the floor, she worked on pulling my shirt over my head. We were holding each other in a naked embrace. I was sticking her in the stomach and her fragrance was filling the room. We did the inevitable by lying down together and kissing. Rita took my hand and put it to her very full breast. I continued kissing her, and then dropped my head to take a swollen nipple into my mouth. That flipped a switch on somewhere. I was almost coming on Rita, and she was trying to climb on top of me. When she grabbed me and tried to impale herself, I pushed her over and reached for the condom. I continued kissing her as I put the condom on, and she was feeling what I was doing the whole time. We continued kissing and I began descending to find and taste the source of her fragrance. She really liked that and I was able to get her to shudder and nearly scream. I worked my way up her body to attempt a connection. The lady was tight. She was wet enough to float a battleship, but she was tighter than a virgin. How did she ever have two kids? I used a finger to loosen her up as the head of my sex gently pressed into her. As she began coming for the second time, her body opened up and I slid in most of the way. She went over the top again as I stroked in and out. She bucked, panted, hugged, bounced, and she bit. Rita was going full force toward orgasm three or four. I lost count. I couldn't last and we began the short strokes that bring on mutual satisfaction. Afterward, we lay quietly kissing, holding each other with me still inside her incredible tightness. "You're not getting up and running?" Rita apprehensively asked. "This is my room. Where would I run to? Are you going to run?" "Jesus, Sal that was wonderful. It's been so long that I forgot how good it can be." I kissed her some as she began relaxing a little more by the minute until she was breathing evenly, sound asleep. To make sure she didn't stay the night, I stayed awake. This took some major effort on my part. After an hour, I kissed Rita awake and asked her, "Do you think it is okay if you stay out all night?" Rita sat up quickly and looked around for a clock. I said, "I let you sleep a little, but thought you might want to get up." She kissed me gently, "That is so sweet. You're quite a guy, Sal. Are you staying tomorrow?" "I'm staying one more night after this one, so yes, I'll be here all day tomorrow. I'm planning on some great beach time with a couple of capricious twins. Of course, I have some plans for their mother as well." Rita stood and picked up her shorts and top. She dressed and said, "Is it proper to say thank you?" "I should say thank you for sharing that experience with me. I hope we can do that again." "Never fear, Sal, this was the first time of many. Don't get serious on me as I'm not the marrying kind right now," Rita patted me on the arm as she kissed me, "See me in five to six years and talk to me about it. I love what we may have, but I'm not getting married again for a long while." I walked the lady next door and she pulled me into her room. We walked to a door where we looked in to see two sleeping beauties. The torturing twins were sound asleep. Rita brought me to her bedroom and pushed me into bed. She pulled my T-shirt off and said, "Keep your shorts on. I have a gown." We snuggled until Rita pushed the elastic waist of my shorts down and captured my dick. "I hope we're both clean and I'm not fertile. I have to have this one more time. Fuck me, Sal, make love to me again." It took a while for my climax to come, since I was holding back as long as I could. Rita had come multiple times when she whispered, "I know what you're doing. Let it go, give me all you have. Come in me, Lover, make me happy." My insides did a flip and I filled her to the brim. We snuggled together with my shorts pushed down, her gown pushed up and a very snug connection. We slept. Primary Editing by Pepere Proofing and Continuity by Sagacious Helicopter and Legal Eagle Guru, Rotorhead Knight6 is trying out Last one through - Deenara2000 ------- Chapter 6 We had separated during the night, and I had used the bathroom and pulled my shorts back up. Rita's gown was down where it should be when a hand was shaking me. I opened my eyes and one of the twins asked, "Have you been here all night? You slept with Mom?" I smiled at her and told her, "Yes, all night and yes, we slept. Listen to that word, slept." The other twin plopped on the bed on my side, "Yeah, right. I'll bet you slept. It doesn't smell like you slept. It smells like Jimmy's..." The other twin had her hand over her sister's mouth. "Shut up, Janice." Joanie said, "You didn't hear that, right? You won't tell Mom, right?" "He doesn't have to, I'm awake," Rita surprised the two. "Now what smells like Jimmy's what?" "You didn't hear that, Mom. Just play like you didn't hear that. It's nothing really. We didn't do anything, we just watched." "And what did you young ladies watch?" The one I think was Joanie said, "You'll bug us until we tell you, so here goes. Michelle and Jimmy were kissing and fooling around when Michelle said she could make Jimmy squirt. You know shoot his stuff, shoot cum. We dared them and Jimmy dropped his drawers and his thing was straight out. It wasn't very big. I think my finger is that big. Anyway, Michelle put her mouth on him and sucked him right down to his hair. Jimmy flopped around like a fish out of water until Michelle took her mouth off him and used her thumb and forefinger to rub him up and down. He shot a stream of white stuff all over Michelle's face and neck. It smelled just like you guys do this morning. Did you make Sal shoot his stuff on your face?" Holy shit. I wonder how open Rita will be? "No, I didn't make Sal shoot his stuff all over my face." The other twin asked, "Did you do it with your mouth and swallow it? Michelle does that all the time. She says it will give her big tits." "No, Girls, I didn't suck on him, and it's not true that sucking a man will give you big tits. You'll both be big like me, but you have to grow up first. Joanie again asked again, "Well, I know you did something, I smell it. You two did it, didn't you?" I pushed the spread down, "Time for me to get going. I'm starved and want to eat. When do you guys want to meet me outside?" You could tell the two were disappointed their question wasn't answered, but both said as one, "We're hungry, wait for us. We'll be ready in five minutes. We'll wear our swimsuits and go outside right away. We have lotion, if you don't." Rita grinned at me as I slipped my T-shirt on and went next door. I showered off the good smell real quick and put my trunks and another T-shirt on. I put my sandals on and knocked on the trio's door. It swung open, with the one I thought was Janice, standing in the door with only her suit bottoms on. She told me to come in and shut the door. Joanie was in the living room, making an issue of getting her suit bottoms on. I told them, "Well, I get to see one top and one bottom. Since you are twins, I guess I've seen all of you." "Then we get to see all of you. We'll make you squirt like Jimmy. We might not try it with our mouths, but we can use our hands." "Stop, both of you. You're talking about stuff that I shouldn't and can't listen to. You're both what anyone would consider jailbait, especially here in Florida. Just you talking like that and my hearing it could get me put in jail. I know you think it's funny, cute, and sexy, but I can't listen to you and you can't talk like that around me. If we're going to be friends, buddies even, no more talk like that." The girls had a solemn look on their faces. Janice said, "But it's fun to tease you. You're a man. You and Mom probably talk about that stuff and we can't. I understand, but it isn't fair" Rita came from her room wearing a swimsuit and cover up. She kissed my cheek and said, "You said that very nicely. I hope they'll listen so you'll stick around as our friend, Joanie asked, "Stick around? Are you really going to work where Mom works? Are you going to live next door?" "I'll stick around. I like all three of you. Yes, I'll be working at the park, and I'll be living there. Your mom and I want to be close friends, buddies, and do stuff with all three of you, but not sexy stuff. If we have that straight, we'll be buddies." Rita was open with the girls, "Don't kid yourselves, I'm going to do sexy stuff with Sal, and it will be legal and wonderful. The difference is I'm twenty-eight years old and you two are thirteen. I think Sal is about my age, so I won't get into trouble. You two be careful with your friends because bad stuff can happen. Be careful and ask me about things when you need to. I've always been honest with you." Janice was twirling a pair of panties on a finger, "So be honest, did you two do it last night?" Rita let out a big sigh, "Yes, we did it last night, several times, and it was good. Does that answer your question?" "Wow, several times. I'll bet Sal shoots more than Jimmy." "Come on, you two; be nice so we can be buddies." I was wagging my finger at the two girls. We left for breakfast with our beach supplies of sunglasses, several kinds of lotion, a book, a couple of magazines, and the desire to get some sun. Rita and I could tell the girls were having whispered conversations about "several times" and what all we might have done. My hearing is very acute, and I've always been able hear whispered conversations, even across a room. After breakfast, we went out to the beach and captured one of the hotel's dual chairs with a big umbrella. After stashing our stuff, the four of us put lotion on each other's backs. They wanted me to put lotion on their legs, and had their suits pulled up high to resemble a T-back, and they, of course, wanted to return the favor and oil me up. We played in the morning sun until I knew I'd had enough and went for the umbrella lounger. A waiter came by and took an order for four iced teas, one unsweetened and three sweetened. When the waiter came back, Rita and the girls joined me out of the sun. We had all played in the water a little, just splashing around. They had the jellyfish signs up, so we had to watch for the creatures. When the girls went back into the sun with more lotion on them, Rita and I lay back and chatted. She asked, "Exactly what is it you do that required S&S to bring you from Lubbock, Texas?" "I don't know how to 'exactly' answer you, but I am to design a very sophisticated engineering computer and build or write the software for it. When that's done, I will be processing engineering job requests and writing more software for more projects. The best part is that I will be able to do some personal research that I've been trying to complete for literally years." Rita asked, "Where is this computer going to be?" "I think it is going to be in the new R&D annex. The computer we'll have isn't very compatible with other equipment, and needs some special environmental considerations. Considering some of the projects S&S and Quality Wear are involved with, I'm sure to be busy." "I've heard rumors of a new computer system that will help design fabrics for specific needs," Rita was telling me. "We make loads and loads of military clothing for various countries all over the world. We make the entire product line we ship to the U.S. military right there in Tampa. Sue, the owner, wants everyone to keep an eye on quality. I'm sure you've had the 'Is it Perfect?' indoctrination. I love that the owners will only accept the absolute best." "That is special, isn't it?" I said, while taking a sip from my tea. My phone rang, so I answered as always, "Feeny." "Hi, Doc, it's Jenny. I'm checking in with you to see if you're staying over or coming in today. What are your plans?" "Thanks for calling, Jenny. I'm going to stay another day. I'll get an early start in the morning and be there before closing time tomorrow. Should I go to the shop or the R&D building?" "You don't need or even want to do either. Find the patio and I'll meet you there with the other members of your welcoming committee." Jenny expanded on the welcome, "We'll show you where you can live at the park if you want, and if you would rather live off premises, we have condos and apartments nearby. You should see how you like it in the park first, as it's a hell of a lot fun to be near where everything is happening. I love the way I get to hobnob with all of the wheels of the company. There's a mix of locals and all of the various companies, so you are never without someone to chat with. Try it, you'll like it." "Sounds kind of exciting. I'll try the park first." Jenny asked, "Try to get here about three. Tomorrow's Friday and we're going to have a real blowout to welcome you. Actually, you're just an excuse to have a Friday party. I promise you'll love it. Remember, don't pay a cent for anything and you know what? One of our people, a dear friend of mine, Rita Martin, is also staying in that hotel with her twins. Ask for her and take her to dinner. You'll have to watch her kids as they are always full of mischief." "Ah, Jenny, this time I'm ahead of you. As a matter of fact, I'm sitting on the beach with Rita watching the twins play in the sand." "Oh wow, put her on, I've gotta talk to her." I handed the phone to Rita, who immediately told Jenny, "Now hold the snide remarks. You know I'm not a predator like you are." There was a lot of uh huh's and yeahs, before she exclaimed, "I will not. What kind of girl do you think I am? You know my rep, the ice woman." "Just keep your trap shut, Jenny dear, or I'll have to strangle you to keep you from gossiping. No, we're not engaged, married, or even thinking that way. You know I'm not remarrying until the girls are in school, college that is, and even then only if they go out of town." "He's quite the stud, Jenny; I can't wait to watch you fall all over yourself for him. I'll warn him off, you terrible tease, so he won't fall for your tripping trap. Here's the man." When I told Jenny I was back, Jenny said, "Don't listen to one word from that woman. She'll have you thinking I'm a loose woman. Only a few screws are loose, Doc, the rest of me is put together pretty well." I was laughing until she said, "You'll have to check the chassis out for yourself." I softly said but was easily heard, "What have I gotten into?" Rita's head came up to listen, and Jenny said, "Call me from the road tomorrow to let me know your progress." When she was gone, Rita asked, "What was that remark of what have you gotten into about?" "For all of my high school, college, and being a professor and dean, I've been a pariah. My colleagues and peers avoided me like the plague as a person, but respected me within my fields. No one, and I mean none of my staff, or the school's other staff, did much but sneer and talk about me. I'm a nerd and know it. They openly called me that and I didn't correct them, since I am proud to be devoted to science. I've had a few liaisons over the years, but nothing permanent or lasting. An occasional out of town professor or graduate student would come on to me, and I took advantage of it. The weekends I rode in rodeos were usually good for some hero worshipers, but truthfully, Rita, you're the first female I've been able to have fun with as much out of bed as in." Rita sat back behind her dark sunglasses to ponder what I had said. She looked over at me, "So you're leaving for Tampa tomorrow and going to the Friday night party?" "I am. I'm excited about meeting people, seeing where I'm going to live, and to begin some form of work for S&S. I am excited." Rita reached across to take my hand and informed me, "We're going back in the morning too, but we're flying back. DeDe from the flight school and charter service is flying up to take us home. She's coming in a King Air while she teaches a student instrument flying. Too bad you have your truck or you could fly back with us." We sat for a few more minutes, before Rita said, "Let me use your phone. I've not charged mine and I doubt it will work for a conversation." Rita dialed a number and said, "This is Rita, and I need something from you. Find me someone who can drive Sal's truck back to Tampa so he can ride with me and the girls. That way he'll be back early in the morning. DeDe said she is flying straight up here and straight back, as the student only needs a half hour of time before his exam." After a pause, Rita said, "Sal, you know Sal, you just spoke to him fifteen minutes ago." Next was, "Dr. Feeny, huh? Well my, my. I'll have to have him give me an exam. Anyway, you foulmouthed slut, find someone so we can torment Dr. Feeny, or Sal, all afternoon or do you have a bunch of people out?" "Good! Give the phone to your minions and we'll play with Sal the rest of the day." Rita was smiling as she said, "I love it when a plan comes together. I'll bet she has someone to drive your truck back within fifteen minutes." My phone rang, "Feeny." It was Jenny again. "I have someone to drive your truck back to Tampa for you. It will be really neat for you to get in early so we can show you your new place. We have everything you'll need in it now, right down to four kinds of bath soap. We have it set up for you to have a housekeeper two or three days a week, unless you find that's too often or not enough. We already have a neat painted up golf cart parked under your carport for you, and I'll bet there is a frosty mug with your name on it. If there isn't, I'll scratch your name on one for you. It's okay for someone to drive your truck, isn't it?" "If the person has a driver's license and promises to treat it nice, they can drive my truck." "Well, Sal, as I've now found out your name from the hussy you're on the beach with; tell her to coordinate with you to get out to the airport tomorrow around eight thirty to nine. You'll be here by ten. We're going to have a great time tomorrow. I'll see you at the airpark." I looked over at Rita and told her, "It's an early morning as we have to be at whatever airport it is by eight-thirty." "Oh darn, we'll have to be on our way no later than eight. We have to meet them at the Northwest Beaches International Airport. I'll make sure we have a cab for us early." "No need for a cab. I have an old fashioned bench seat so we can sit four in the front. Will it take you long to pack?" "Nope," Rita answered, "We only brought the bare necessities. Only shorts, tops, swimwear, and personal stuff. Not one dress. We're here for what we're doing right this second. How about something to drink that has a kick, an afternoon drink?" It was early for me to begin to imbibe, but I was going to order a couple of gin fizzes. That should qualify as a light afternoon drink. Since it wasn't noon yet, we were really getting a head start. I thought about it some more and suggested, "How about a Bloody Mary? Those are always good in the morning." Rita said, "You're going to fit in with these people like a glove. On weekends, they probably fix a hundred of those in the morning. That may be an exaggeration, but not by much. You're going to love the Saturday and Sunday ladies' apparel. Be prepared and wear a couple of extra pair of tightie whities, or you'll be advertising." "What kind of apparel do they wear?" "It's what they don't wear that's more fun. Some have gowns and robes that show everything. Some have something that only highlights a specific area. The girls want to wear something for the show, but I won't let them. I told them that they could show it all when they are sixteen and have a black belt." Rita was funny and fun to be with. I suppose I was allowed to ask, as she had asked me, "So what area of the company do you work in?" "I'm an accountant and work for Henry Sharp in the Quality Wear group. Henry's gone all the time these last couple of years, so I've moved into the CFO position and provide reports to Henry and Tiny. Sue says that she likes the way I give her reports because they are readable. It's really a good job with a good company." "CFO, huh? That's a big title with what seems to be a big company." "It's big, alright. We have plants in two places here, fabric plants in the Carolinas and a big thread and weaving plant in the Atlanta area. We have a plant in Ireland, and now a really big new plant in Costa Rica. S&S or CS&S has a new resort down there that I'm dying to go to. It's supposed to be so exclusive that they don't even advertise. I'm wondering how long that will last. According to Sue, Henry, Steve, and Tiny, they are soon going to be sending about two dozen people down for a week, and another two dozen for a long weekend. I'm looking forward to that." We had sucked our Bloody Marys down and were checking our watches for lunch. Rita called the girls, "Let's go get you showered off and have lunch. If I'm hungry, you two and Sal must be starved."' There wasn't any argument and the girls helped carry our things back to their room. I could feel a little pink coming through the lotion. I quickly showered and almost knocked on their door. The door opened and a face peeked around the door. "Come in, Joanie and I have showered, but Mom is just getting in. Go shower with her. She'll love it." I shook my head 'no' and turned to see two totally bare thirteen year olds. How do you keep from checking out the goodies on a cute chick even if they are way underage? Both were trying to act casual in their nudity. Both were developing nicely. Their hips were becoming prominent, giving them a waist. Both had better than just puffy nipples. They each had admirable swells capped with those delicious teen nipples, and both had their mother's real blond hair with sparse muffs that were more red than blond. Rita walked in with a towel on her head, drying her hair and catching me ogling her daughters. She smirked at me, but told the girls, "Okay, you've given him a good show, now unless you want him to use a magnifying glass to find your titties, get dressed. I'm hungry." Rita was still drying her hair while naked, and came near me and leaned a nice size breast on my arm, "I'm hungry for more of what we had last night. You're going to get worked over big time tonight."' The breast and come on was making my shorts grow. This was a problem, since I preferred going commando when the weather was warm. Rita noticed and brushed the obviously firm tube running down my leg. I watched as she put a tank top and a pair of shorts on, forgetting foundations as well. This whole family was one step short of nudism, except that the girls knew they could tease with what they had under their clothes. They needed a sign that said, "Dangerous Curves." We ate a great seafood lunch with shrimp, pieces of fish, and crab meat on romaine, with our choices of dressing. I had two huge plates full, along with more iced tea. When we were finishing, Janice asked, (I was beginning to be able to tell who is who) "Can we go to the hotel theater? They are playing the original Happy Feet and the new one." Rita pulled her wallet out and handed Janice a keycard. "Let them swipe that and you can use it for popcorn or soda. Don't buy any candy. You know how that kills your teeth. Sal and I will wander around and maybe go back out on the beach. We'll see you in about four hours." Joanie told us, "The movie doesn't start until one, so it's going to be after five. Is that okay or do we need to come to the room before then?" Rita hugged each of them, "That will be fine. Don't let me hear hotel security had to kick you two out for being rowdy, hear?" The two were giggling as they walked rapidly from the dining room. Rita stretched and said, "I could use a nap. Could I interest you in taking a nap in your room for a few minutes?" We did take a couple of short naps between very energetic bouts of enthusiastic copulation. We tried all of the positions we knew, and attempted a few we didn't know. We used all of ourselves to stimulate the other. Both of our lips were bruised, and our fun parts were getting a little tender, before four thirty passed. We were laying toes to nose in a casual sixty-nine position, giving each other occasional licks and kisses. My wanger wouldn't go down, so Rita must have thought I wasn't satisfied. I was more than content to the point that my stomach muscles were a little tender. Rita said, "Wow, over three and half hours of near non-stop fucking. That's a record for me. So good, and I thought the girls' dad was a good fuck. You, my sweet stud, are wonderful. You make me want more and more. Turn around and come up here and kiss me." When I was turned, she positioned me between her cradling legs and reached down for me to slide into her very juicy and sloppy center. "You know, Sal, I told you that we were not to get serious, but I want to make sure you know that I want some of this whenever I can get it. You've broken the rule and not used any protection the last couple of times last night and this afternoon. That's against the rules, but don't panic. I was taking birth control pills for my periods. I'll have to start again. I'm irregular as hell if I don't take the pill, so you're not going to be a daddy, or at least I don't think so." "This has been more than fun, Rita. I've enjoyed meeting you and playing with you. You are an extremely attractive woman. I can't believe some guy has not talked you into a more permanent relationship." "I told you, Honey, I'm known as the iceberg or ice queen. No one would believe that I've just spent over three hours screwing myself into exhaustion and still want more." We were gently sliding back and forth using all of the juices we had expressed as lubrication. "You're really something. I hope we can have as quiet a relationship as you want. I like the way we fit." "Come on, Stud, either fuck me to a finish or let's get a shower. I'm going to be dripping cum for the rest of the day." I gave Rita a couple of dozen firm strokes as deep as I could go, and felt her tighten up and squeeze me internally. Her eyes were squeezed shut and her mouth was in an 'O', making me believe that I was the man. I squirted one last dribble into the welcoming channel." We kissed a couple of times and went into my shower. We almost started up again, but I slapped her hand away. "We have to set an example for the girls. They don't need to know we've had a sex marathon since they have been in the movies." When we dressed, Rita said she needed panties and a pad to remain decent. After stopping in Rita's room, we were walking through the hotel lobby when the two girls came through, laughing and jabbering. "Hi Mom, Hi Sal. The movies were a blast. Watching the first one, then the new at the same time was neat." That was Joanie. Janice said, "Do we need to do anything before supper? We could all go into the bar and listen to whoever and whatever is playing." We followed the girls into the lounge and sat near a guy playing a multiple keyboard setup. He had rhythm and multiple voices playing through the variety of keyboards, making a one man band sound like an orchestra. Rita and I enjoyed a couple of beers before supper. She said, "This is what I have every evening when I land at the patio. The girls are always talking with their friends or are often inside listening to some of the kids play music. You're going to be surprised at the talent around that place. I have a beer or a drink or two, and discuss the day with Sue, Henry, or Tiny. Steve will sometimes ask me about a specific part of our company. It's really a laid back way to communicate with the owners and senior management." I repeated myself, "I'm really excited about meeting and living among everyone. I can't wait to go to work though, as the new toys I'm getting are going to be awesome." Rita leaned over and said to me, "You know that Jenny is going to be all over you tomorrow night. Go along with her. She is even pickier than I am. I've given her the green light, so to speak, and she's picked up that you are someone special to meet. Give her what you gave me and she'll follow you anywhere. She says she doesn't want a relationship right now, but she does want a fuck buddy. She's been saying that for four years, and still no buddy. The ladies in my group are a bunch of all show and no go. Maybe you can be our stud." I had to laugh at the idea. Actually, I was in heaven, as I had had more sex in the last few days than I had had in my entire life. None of my quickies were as intense as the woman in Shreveport and Rita, right here. The girls wanted to stay in the lounge to listen to music for a while, so we set them up at a table near the keyboard player and advised the headwaiter that the girls had permission to stay and listen to the music and could have more to eat or more soft drinks. Rita and I walked to our rooms and put our sandals inside before walking out on the beach. We walked down the surf line, chatting about nothing. We must have walked a long way, as it took way over an hour to walk back. It was getting to be near ten when Rita opened the door to her suite. The two young ladies were in cute short nighties, sound asleep on the couch in front of the TV. Their gowns had ridden up enough to display that they did not have panties on. Rita complained, "They hate panties, but they like to wear skirts. I almost have to have a panty check on their way to school in the morning. They went to the park's home school program until they went into high school. They are like all the kids out at the park. They are way ahead of their current classmates." Rita woke both up and sent them to bed. I shut the TV off and sat on the couch. Rita came and sat with me, snuggling. She said, "I want more, but I don't think I could stand any more. Besides, I need to let you rest up for Jenny. I think you'll need your energy with her." I looked at Rita, "You know I could just about forget this Jenny thing if you were to want something exclusive. I've really enjoyed being with you and the girls. Do you want me exclusively?" Rita kissed me and said, "You and I are exclusive, and don't forget it. My girlfriends and I are going to be totally exclusive with you, and you are going to be totally exclusive with us. If you can keep away from some of the other women who are around the park, we will have a wonderful, exciting, exclusive relationship. You will have a relationship with five very attractive ladies who don't want a private exclusive relationship; only something like I have with you right now. Can you handle that?" "I'd be a fool if I turned that offer down, but can something like that really work? You girls are all friends, and won't you begin competing with each other to get more of my time? Won't that start friction?" "Nope, there's something in the water out there that keeps all of us together. We're kind of in love with each other, but not really gay. I could go for that, but we're not forgetting we like men. All of us have kids and none of us want to get married. Be our man, Sal; be our stud. You might be a nerd, but you're going to be a very well fucked nerd. I'll bet if you wanted to, we'd all take a naked group picture for you to send to your former cronies. That will make them jealous." "Ha, ha, ha," I laughed. "Yeah, that would be the ultimate put down. I don't need revenge. I've felt sorry for them and their narrow minded attitudes for years. I guess I've always known that there are people out there that don't hold it against me for enjoying the technical side of business and engineering. I love the intensity of the big machines and the complexity of the software answers. I have ten years of notes and programs to make this thing work for S&S while I'm creating even better software." "Let me get to sleep, Rita. I'll be ready to leave by six thirty, so any time after that." Rita was grinning, "We'll have breakfast before we leave. No sense in missing a meal. Come on, drop those shorts and shed that T-shirt, we're going to bed." "But, Rita, I thought we were going to sleep tonight. You know we're both nearly raw?" "Not to worry, Stud, if we get hot and heavy, I have some slickum that should work great. Now quiet down and snuggle." "Ah, Rita, what about the girls? They see me naked with you and will know we did something." "They'll think we did something even if we wore strait jackets, now hush and snuggle." We snuggled and little Feeny was sticking his head up, just like I always had my hand up in school. I must have been asleep as something cool was being rubbed on me, then that cute pooky butt of Rita's was snuggled into my middle with my appendage in the appropriate place. Not easy to sleep like that. A little later, I was on my back with Rita slowly riding up and down on me. This was the perfect pace and I could feel her pubic bone rubbing on mine, which meant I was also stimulating her clitoris. Her breathing reached a crescendo, and I erupted as she collapsed on me. The lady kissed me with passion until she fell asleep on top of me, still connected. Primary Editing by Pepere Proofing and Continuity by Sagacious Helicopter and Legal Eagle Guru, Rotorhead Knight6 is trying out Last one through - Deenara2000 ------- Chapter 7 "Would you look at that? They're both naked and Mom's on top of him. You don't suppose, do you?" The other voice said, "I'm picking up the spread and checking it out. I want to see." As I was tensing to move, Rita bit my ear lobe and whispered, "Stay still." The cover was lifted enough for the prying eyes to see what they wanted. The first voice said, "They are still doing it. Can you believe it; they fell asleep doing it and stayed that way? Let's leave them alone. They might wake up and want to finish. Did you see how thick that thing is? Darn, that's big. I wonder how it fits?" One of them took one more peek at our joining and put the cover down before walking out into the sitting room. Rita said, "They'll never bother us again. We let them see what they wanted to see, or at least most of what they wanted to see, and their curiosity is now satisfied. Let's get a shower." Rita groaned as she pulled free of my newly inflated sex. "Oh, I'm so sore, but a good sore. Let's get going so we can eat first." We were in and out of the shower in minutes, and I was dressed and back to my room just as fast. I changed into jeans, boots, and a T-shirt without a pocket. This is what the college folks called my Farmer Brown outfit. Everyone in my family including my mom, dad, brother, and sister has dressed exactly this way all my life. It can't be bad as all that, since all of our friends dress this way, with minor variations. The clowns really got a kick out a classy western shirt. I wore a dressy western shirt with fringe on it one time, and one of the gay Profs was hitting on me. I'm just not with it. I set my bag by the door and knocked on the girls' door. Wonder of wonders, all three were dressed in shorts, tops, and sandals. They had what looked like three fabric grocery bags that contained everything they had brought. Rita wasn't kidding about them traveling light. After breakfast, I checked out with my credit card in hand, wondering how much it was going to be. I was told thank you for staying with them and handed a receipt with no numbers. I observed Rita getting the same treatment. I wonder if S&S treats all of their people this way. We drove over the bridge and causeway, and arrived at the international airport and parked in the private aviation parking lot by about five after eight. Inside, I inquired at the operations desk about a King Air and the guy announced it was on final. We went outside on the tarmac side and watched the sleek aircraft gently touch down. The aircraft turned on to the taxiway and came up to the operations building in precise turns. As the plane was shutting down, the door swung open and a short stairway swung down. A nice looking girl in an S&S T-shirt came down, and Rita met her and they hugged. The girl gave a hug to each of the twins before the dark-haired girl, with prominent, but no bounce tits, came to me with her hand stuck out. "Hi, I'm DeDe. I help run the school and charter service. That means I get to teach and fly charters. The kid who is going to drive your car is trying to get his long legs out from under the co-pilot controls. He'll be out in a minute. It's his check ride on the aircraft anyway. You know, kill two birds and all that." A tall young man with a huge grin on his face came from the aircraft. He hugged DeDe and said, "Thanks, DeDe, you probably shouldn't have given me a check ride that way, but Carter is a good pilot and didn't really need the time." DeDe grinned at him and said to me, "Give Jeff the keys and let's get this show on the road." I gave the young man my keys and pointed the pickup out. He walked through the operations building and I could see him unlock the truck. After he looked everything over, he started the truck and left. He was proficient; I can say that about him. We climbed into the bird and DeDe asked if I wanted to fly right seat. I was leery about that and suggested she should do that. I think she wanted to gossip with Rita, but she climbed into the right cockpit seat and I watched as both of the people were flipping switches and pointing to some kind of plastic card. The engines started and we began heading toward the runway via the taxiway. It seemed as if we were setting up for landing almost as soon as we were off the ground. It couldn't have been a half hour. Rita and the girls chatted, and I was fascinated with the aircraft. When the plane stopped in front of the CS&S air charter office, a bunch of people poured from the door. I recognized Steve, Sue, Tiny, Henry, Chuck the pilot, Lisa the co-pilot, Dennis, Sandy and his wife Sandy, Donny, Gerry, and a real fox of a lady. She was tall at about five eight or nine, and wearing heels tall enough they would have looked good on a titty dance stage. I was shaking hands with everyone and saying their names as I did. I noticed Rita hugging the stone fox and pointing to her shoes. They laughed together until Sue said, "Well, Jenny, don't you want to meet Dr. Feeny?" The lady beamed at me before giving me a genuine hug that had me feeling a lot of soft booby flesh. "I'm so glad to meet you, Doctor." Rita said, "I've dubbed this guy Sal. So, if you have to, call him Doc, Doctor, Doctor Feeny, or just Feeny, but I think it is a little crass or too stiff. Everyone, meet Sal." Steve said, "That was quite a rescue you performed up in Panama City Beach. Those kids would have drowned if you hadn't saved them. That's one hell of a feat. Oh, and thanks for giving the company a mention." Wow, something so small meant something to the owner of this massive company. Chuck was whacking me on the back and telling me, "You have some Texas-sized guts to do what you did. That was an amazing feat to bring both of them in at the same time like that. You had them hooked up like a train." It was Donny who had the right idea, "I know it's only ten in the morning, but isn't it Miller time yet?" Steve told me, "You are a good excuse for everyone to hang out today and get nothing done. Come on, let's get home." Tiny whacked me on the back and said, "Maybe you'd like one of my infamous Bloody Marys." This was a real party mood. We arrived at the patio a few minutes later where mugs were soon being filled for all. I was surprised to see Sue take a drink from Steve's, but pour herself a Diet Coke. I was also surprised to watch Rita and Jenny chug a beer. These girls were fun. Steve told me, "Jenny and Sue are going to take you to your new place. I suppose Rita could take you too, since you'll be next door to her. Go see your new digs and come back. I think Dennis and Sandy want to tell you what they ordered and what has arrived." Oh boy, equipment is already coming in. These folks don't waste any time. The place they took me to was a reasonably short double-wide, sandwiched between two huge double-wides. Sue, Jenny, Rita, Joanie, and Janice all came in to check out the home. They began in the kitchen, showing me everything that was there. Coffeemaker, toaster oven, built in microwave, toaster. The upper cabinets had food, glasses, plates, bowls, and cups, while the lower ones had pots, pans, and cleaning supplies. There was a drawer with flatware and a drawer full of cooking utensils. The kitchen had a bar or counter with some stools in front separating the big room. There was a small table in the front near the bar, then an open area that was like a living or family room. Against the far wall from the kitchen was a monster TV. That thing had to be the largest available. That's nuts. I had a trash TV before and now this? I was shown a small bathroom and a utility room with a washer and dryer. The door at the end of the hallway opened into a huge bedroom, with a nice chair and lamp for reading, and a whopper of a king-sized bed. There was a huge bathroom with a walk-in closet. This was obviously behind the other bathroom and laundry room. I turned to Sue and said, "This is beautiful, but it may not work. I suppose my folks could stay at the hotel, but we like to be together." Jenny took my hand and pulled me back up to what I thought was the front. On the right side of the kitchen cabinets was a regular sized door that I thought was a pantry. Through the door was a duplicate of the bedroom in the back. I had to step out and check the dimensions of everything again. There just seemed to be more room than was possible. "Thank you, Sue, Jenny, and everyone responsible for finding this wonderful place for me. This is far nicer than what I lived in at the University." Sue told me, "You are worth it Doctor, I mean Sal. Now remember, the only reason you have some food in the freezer and cupboards is in the event you're feeling anti-social or want a private dinner. The patio has three meals a day that begins with coffee from six on. We're about a half hour later on Saturday and Sunday, but we start early on weekdays. Your neighbor, Rita, can help you get settled, as can Jenny, who lives on the other side of you." "One last thing," Sue added, "your personal cart is out there and has been doctored up by Shawna and Hank. We took some pictures of you and they researched you a little. I think they are both going to get you on a Harley and let you go through your old university, racking the pipes all the way through. They were disgusted with the way those people were when they were trying to research you. Well, we know better, Sal, enjoy all of us." Jenny said, "Oh my, it's getting late. We should be getting back to the patio for some snacks and to make sure the beer driver drops off another keg." Sue told Jenny, "Multiple kegs, this is an important party." Rita told me, "Take Jenny to her place to change into something more comfortable and get her out of those shoes. Bring her back to the patio, but take a long ride around to take a look at the park." Jenny was grinning like the proverbial Cheshire cat as we walked next door. She had a much bigger trailer than mine, which obviously had the kitchen in the front. She said, "Come on in, while I change quickly. I have beer and booze if you want some." We stepped through the door and the lady with the nice bazookas turned and pressed into me. With the tall shoes, her eye level was over mine. She kissed me as if we were just engaged, with her hips doing a number on my front. With a husky voice, "I hope Rita told you that we want you as a community stud. The community only has five of us, and you'll meet all of us in a little while. Since I saw you when you were here before and did up your travel, I've been dying to meet you. Don't think I'm too aggressive; I'm just a neglected female with kids, who needs a little loving every once in a while. The woman was serious as she dropped her dress down around her ankles. That was all she was wearing. Man she was a fox. Jenny was working on my pants, and told me to pull my shirt off and sit so she could pull my boots off. I was naked in seconds, being pulled up and back toward the rear bedroom. "I have protection for you back here, but I'm one hundred percent clean. I've even been for a test. Come on; let me make love to you, or is that you are supposed to make love to me?" Jenny continued jabbering as she mouthed me into a very rigid state. She kept shivering and finally told me, "I'm so excited that I'm cumming just thinking about what we're going to do. I want to play with that gorgeous looking thing between your legs. It sure is nice looking." Now I'm average, average, and possibly a little thick, but really just average. I'm just under that magic eight inches, but can rival some of the porn stars for width. But who cares. It has served me well the last couple of days and there have been no complaints. I went to work on those luscious breasts. I told Jenny, "You have delicious and gorgeous breasts. I could play with these all day." "Ooh, I hope you do. Suck on a nipple and I'll squirt for you." I didn't know what squirting was all about, but I sucked on one nipple, and then changed to the other while caressing both breasts. Jenny was moaning loudly, quivering and shaking until I felt as if she was peeing on me. I looked down and her body was arched and streams of juice were squirting from her. "Oh, Sal, that is so good, I'm sorry, Honey, but I can't help but cum all over everything when I get that kind of attention." I was going to go down and sample her, but thought I might need snorkel gear before I tried that. I also needed to get on the internet and check out this phenomenon. Jenny rolled on top of me and kissed me while taking hold of me, "Fuck those rubbers. I want the real thing in there so all the juice that will run down my leg. Do me, Sal, fuck me like a real lady." A half-hour later, we were both on our backs, lying on a soaked bed. Jenny said, "I know I am being a little forward today, but I just couldn't wait another second. That was wonderful, and what is even better is that there is more to come. Let's get a shower and I'll toss the bed into the washing machine. I need some Febreze in here too; it smells like a whorehouse." Once again, I was showering with a strange and different female who had a stranglehold on me. When she was able to get me hard, which was not a big feat considering her looks, she turned and fit me into her as she leaned against the wall. She was amazingly quick this time. I was massaging her clit while thumping her good spot and felt the streams of thick juice squirting out of her. Something about that had me planting another nice load into Jenny. I need to eat well and take some vitamins if I'm going to keep up with these women. As we left, she said, "My son Jeff is driving your truck here, and my daughter Grenaline is in class, or I wouldn't have had the use of our place. It's convenient that you are right next door and close to all of us." We dressed and took the long way around the park so Jenny could show me the three different recreation centers that each had a pool and hot tub. There was what she called a 'cypress swamp' in the back that covered a lot of area. Jenny told me there was a lake in the middle, but you probably shouldn't swim in it because it was thought to have alligators. When we arrived back at the magic patio, it had had a baby. Toward the back, there was a huge tent next to it, with tables and chairs inside, along with a bar. There was a guy outside, cooking what looked like ribs and chicken on two huge grills. That was making me hungry. I thought I had missed lunch. We entered the patio amidst a hell of a lot of revelry. There were groups of people and kids everywhere. There were a couple of horseshoe games going on outside, and some kids were playing pool against some old guys inside. If those guys were like my gramps, the kids were losing. Jenny kept leading me in circles, introducing me to new people in each circle. I finally had to tell her, "Jenny, there is no way I can remember all of these people at one meeting. I'll learn who they are, but don't make out like I'll remember." "Oh, silly, they know you won't remember who they are, but everyone wants to hear their name, that's all." This girl knows people, and from the trip I just made, she knows how to put someone up on the spur of the moment. I had reached a table that was full of veggies and dip. It also had a giant bowl of shrimp and sauce. I was hooked until someone put a glass of something clear in it in front of me. I looked up, and it was Chuck, the pilot. He said, "Welcome, Dr. Feeny, or as I've just heard, Sal. It's great to have you here. If you like music, you're in for a treat. We have several very talented musicians that live and record here. Lisa here is a wonder guitarist, as well as a great singer. She plays the piano too. See that little girl. The one who's growing about an inch a week, that's Bonita. She's a child prodigy who plays a dozen instruments and is now writing her own music. Hang out, Sal; you'll enjoy the fun we have here." Chuck looked around, "You're from Texas, right? Are you a country fan or are you into some of the new wave stuff?" I put my finger toward my mouth in the motion of gagging myself. "I like country, but I also like metal and real rock and roll. My favorite is pure blues rock. Something like the Expedition plays today. I'm a Stevie Ray fan, along with a new group the Expedition is releasing, "The Lucky Lady Blues Band." Give me some good jazz to mellow with, and I'm good. Country, sure if it's good, but it's blues all the way for me." Lisa had left and came back with the girl Chuck had pointed out as Bonita. The girl was grinning and clutching a CD and a Sharpie. She looked at me, "That's my band, The Lucky Lady Blues Band. Actually, it's Chuck's, Lisa's, and mine. Let us autograph an album for you. It's great to know people like our music." Holy shit! Who are these people anyway? It was that exact moment when the giant television began playing one of the videos of the Blues Expedition trip to Italy. Son of gun, there was Chuck and Lisa doing a number with the Blues band and obviously killing it. I sat down with my beer and just gawked. Jenny kept bringing me food and drinks, as I was mesmerized by what I was watching, realizing that I was among those people right now. Damn, I wish I could play music. I suppose I do, but with computers. I'll have to sample the instruments and put a program together they can use to create music with, but with their own instrument sounds. About seven-thirty, there was a hush when Tiny stood in front of the crowd. "Let me have your attention, Folks. I need to make a few announcements while you're still sober. First and foremost, I want to introduce our newest genius to you. This guy is a proud nerd like our Dennis, who says that it's guys like him that really make things work. Give it up for Doctor Salvatore Feeny." There was enough noise from whistling, clapping, and just plain hollering, that I needed to cover my ears. "Come up here, Sal, or Dr. Feeny, if you prefer." I stood and walked up to stand next to Tiny. When offered, I took the portable wireless microphone and grinned at everyone before telling them, "Call me Sal; that would be perfect. Just like the signs over your doorways." That brought the house down with more applause, whistling, and yelling both inside the patio and within the tent outside. "Please know that I will try to learn everyone's name and call you by that name when I see you. That's a tall order, since there are so many of you." There was more hollering and applause. "If you don't know, I'm the geek hired to come up with better ways to do things that normally take a long time to do and can be expensive. I have to tell everyone, I've been treated better getting here, and since I've been here, than anywhere except with my folks at home. You know you can't compete with home. My folks will be coming to visit soon, so hold on to this spirit and let them experience it. I have to say, I love this place and all of you. I hope I can do everything you expect." There was a pause then, as what I said soaked in, the applause, whistling, and yelling got louder. I didn't think what I said deserved all of that, but I'm glad they liked it. I was going to head back to my couch seat when a big hand took my shoulder, "Not so fast, Feeny, Dr. Feeny, or just plain Sal; you have some explaining to do. You haven't done the first honest day's labor yet and you're already bringing orders in. Tell us about it, Phil." Another aging gentleman stood, "Sal, I'm Phil, sort of the sales manager of, ah, I guess everything. What's important is that your travel has brought in some orders. Probably with enough profit that far exceeds the lowly lodging you were subjected to. First of all, Folks, good ole' Sal spent the night in Shreveport and entered one of these popular Texas Hold Em tournaments. He ought to know how to do a Texas Hold Em, ha, ha. The man goes into the tournament and is tearing them up, but then is a part of busting up a ring that was cheating the players. The folks there rewarded the players at that table, but the hotel ordered a total power backup package for there and their other three hotels. That's one hell of an order. "Now, this same guy drives an old beat up pickup to Panama City Beach. He just happens to be walking along the seashore when some people called for help. You've all seen the video, and if you haven't, it will be playing on our screen in seconds. This self-professed nerd swims out and saves both people. He lines them up, makes the lady hold onto the guy, whom Sal is pulling in, and what do you know, he saves them both." There was a lot of clapping and yelling. "Okay, okay, when the TV lady interviewed our man Sal, he tells the world he is on the way to work for S&S Enterprises in Tampa, and you know what? That brought in the heaviest ordering day we've ever had from that region. Our man Sal did it." I thought the roof was going to collapse as the yelling and applause was so loud. "Folks, what do you think about pairing Sal up with Steve everywhere Steve goes? We wouldn't be able to keep up with the orders." Once again the hollering and applause were louder than could be expected. Tiny took the Mike back and said, "And now our founder and leader, Steve Sharp." Steve began, "It is nice to have new people that contribute before they even get here. You can ask Jenny. She'll tell you that our new man didn't expect a lot, but gave a lot back on the way. I'm proud to have a guy like this with our company, designing and creating for us." Steve sort of paused, "The next thing is that we have gone another six months without laying anyone off in any division, any branch, or any distributorship anywhere. We've even had to hire some in areas. Know this; I had nothing to do with it. All of you had everything to do with it. This company exists because of you and our attitude toward perfection. Let's keep us moving in the absolute perfect direction. Let's keep trying." The house came down again in a tribute to the man they all loved. Steve Sharp was someone special to everyone here. Tiny got up once again, "All of you who have had too much to drink; as usual, we have people to drive you and your car home. The Holiday Inn is ready for those who don't want to go home. Have a great and safe evening, Folks. Now, if you will turn your attention to the sliding door, Bonita, Lizzy, Chuck, Lisa, Donny, and Marty are getting ready to entertain you with some country flavored blues." There were probably another twenty kids playing rhythm guitar behind the group. One boy was beating on an electronic drum set. This was a regular hoedown. I wish Mom and Dad could see this. I was walking in the back, listening and almost dancing to some good country, when I found a guy pushing buttons and moving slides around. I watched him until the music paused. I asked, "Is that one of those great controllers that acts like a sound board and records?" "You got it in one, Champ. This is an 8000 that is killer. I get a lot of first cuts right here on the patio." "My name is Sal Feeny."' The guy with the controller said, "Yeah, I know, the computer guy. What can I do for you?" I notice you have a regular recording going and what looks like a compressed recording. "Does that include when I was talking?" "From the first word anyone said tonight, and a few minutes of noise beforehand. Want a copy?" "You know it. When the night is done, if I can get a copy in a format that can be played on most players, I want to send my folks a copy of what was said and played tonight. I can't tell anyone how good all this was. They have to hear it for themselves." The guy said, "You know it, Buddy." He stuck his hand out and said, "I'm Elmer, the controller geek. I'm just like you. A lot of people in the industry don't think we do anything, but you recognized it right off. Thanks. I'll get you copies that are playable. Your folks will be proud." Jenny found me about that time, "You've been busy, Sal. Every time I looked around you were in a deep discussion with someone. Come; meet some people that may have an effect on some of your time here." As soon as I saw Rita sitting with three other ladies, I got a sick feeling in my stomach. How am I going to do this? When Jenny brought me to the table, the three unknown ladies all had red faces. Rita was smiling at me as Jenny hung onto my arm. Jenny, unnecessarily puffed her chest up, "Ladies, I want you to meet Sal. Salvatore Markus Feeny. Of course, we've all heard he is a PhD, so you could call him Doctor Feeny. Some of his admirers call him Doc, and a lot of people just call him Feeny. I think he will answer to 'Hey you' under the proper circumstances, but this is the one, this is the guy. This is the guy we've talked about, who we've been looking for, who has been tried and tested by Rita, and the guy who could be a mutual special friend to all of us." I was still dumbstruck at the idea of these three new women wanting someone their cohorts had already bedded. Rita helped Jenny by pointing at a lady and saying, "This lovely brunette on the end is Marilyn. She's beating up on thirty, has one son, 15, and is an attorney in our patent area. The lovely lady with the platinum hair and dark roots is around thirty-five. She is the mistreated ex-wife of an asshole. She's deathly afraid of men, but would really like to enjoy one again. She's going to be a project. Oh, her name is Janet, she has a girl, 19, in junior college, and she's an assistant to all of our legal staff. This darker lady, with the black hair and slanted eyes that appears mysterious with every glance, is Suki. Suki is Polynesian, has one daughter, sixteen, who is equally gorgeous, but Suki only wants someone to hold and talk to. You'll help change her mind, but it's just talk at first. Sweet Suki is one of our nurses. "You know me with my two devils. You've met Jenny, but I'll bet she hasn't mentioned Grenaline. Maybe Jeff, but never Grenaline; you see, Sal, Grenaline is what boys want. The young lady is eighteen, totally legal, in junior college and wants to be a nurse, and to become a doctor later. I don't think anything will distract her from that goal, but her mom thinks the girl is competition. You see, Grenaline is sexy enough that little boys stand by the side of street and beat off as she goes by. True story, Sal, the lady is totally desirable. Jeff is Jenny's nineteen year old junior college student. He loves to fly and wants to join the military, but Jenny is fighting him all the way. Learn more about Steve, Chuck, and Lisa, and then help Jeff do what he wants to do." Rita grinned at me, "Say something to the ladies, Sal." After I took a deep breath, I looked at the ladies, "Good evening, Ladies. I'm at a loss for words about your interest in me. I promise to try to be a good friend to all, but I haven't had that much interaction with women, or ladies. I'm not the most perceptive person around, so you'll have to lead me sometimes. So promise not to get mad, and I will appreciate the time you spend with me to polish my speech and manners with ladies. "I do have a question for all of you. How is this relationship you're proposing supposed to work?" Marilyn, on the end, blurted out, "You're going to be our boy toy and screw us senseless." Rita spoke up, "Sal, don't be scared of our Marilyn. I think she's becoming more vocal lately in her quest to find a compatible companion." "Fuck buddy is the name, Rita," Marilyn said, as she scooted around in her chair. "You've had some, and if that satisfied look on her face is an indication, Jenny has just had her ashes hauled. Come on, you two," she indicated Janet and Suki, "Let's see who's next. If we split him up into two to three hour shifts, we can all be happier by breakfast." "Ladies, please. Marilyn, I promise to spend time with each of you and hopefully it will include some fun time and not just in bed. I've been looking forward to having a lot of new friends here, and you five are now some of them. That some of you want to have some intimate time with me is totally mind blowing." Seeing that I had their attention, I continued, "There is something delicate I want to discuss and be clear on. The first is your ability to make babies. If you are not on birth control, you must tell me and you must tell me what form you would want to practice. I don't think I should be trying to be a dad until we know each other a lot better. Please consider how we will do this together. "Second and probably equally as important, if what you're proposing comes to fruition, what about STDs? Besides all of the very terrible diseases such as HIV, syphilis, gonorrhea, and Hepatitis, there are others that can be equally bad STDs, such as herpes, Chlamydia, Genital warts, and HPV. That's a long list and several of them can go undetected for a long time. I propose we see a specialist who can thoroughly test all of us to ensure we are all safe to make sure we all start our relationship clean." I could tell I had hit a hot button, as all of them were nodding their head in agreement. "Suki, since you're in the medical field, would you find a doctor who can help us with these tests? I know we could probably go to a free clinic, but I want the most thorough test I can get to ensure I give you ladies only pleasure when and if we play." Suki acted like she was shivering, "That has been one of my biggest hang-ups about sex. After my husband died, I found out that he often enjoyed local prostitutes, so I was tested over every square centimeter of my body to make sure that he didn't give me anything. I studied all of the symptoms so I would recognize anything that might be wrong with me. I was clean. I'll do it all again for us, and I might not be so difficult to have some intimate fun with when we all get our clean bills of health. And yes, I do know a very good doctor who is very confidential. I'll set up appointments. All of the results can take up to a week. "Oh, and if you haven't thought of this ladies, get your kids the HPV vaccine. If we all test out clean, get it for yourself, I have. It won't hurt to know you can be protected from a very horrible problem." I was still standing and using a little bow, "Thanks, Suki. That is exactly what I was hoping all of us would agree on. In the last few days, I've had more intimate fun than I've had in my whole life, and I have enjoyed myself. As a matter of fact, I love it. Now I'm hoping to get to know all of you intimately, but more important is that we become good friends first." Marilyn said, "I'll go buy a gross of Trojans and some of that stuff to make everything slippery and feel good. I don't want to wait for another week, when I see the goods in front of me." Ever the brassy babe, Marilyn asked, "Are you really hung, Sal? I love big dildos." "Jesus, Marilyn, you don't have to try to gross us all out," Rita butted in. "Yes, buy a gross and we'll all chip in. If we have intimate contact with Sal before our tests are complete, we will be protected for that type of contact." Jenny said to the girls, "Sal still needs to meet some people; I'll bring him back when the music starts. As Jenny led me away, I commented, "Hasn't the music already started? There already is a bunch of kids sitting in the big doorway playing guitars." "You ain't heard nothin' yet. When the big guns come out, you'll be in for a treat. It's about to start as it usually begins shortly after the announcements. Oh yeah, look over there. They are set up right now. You already talked to the sound guy, so I know something's up for tonight if he's here." A neat blues riff from an electric guitar came through the speakers. Who else but the little girl I had been introduced to? She was looking tall in comparison to the pictures on the album. Harmonica sounds were wailing behind the guitar and I looked for the player. Another young girl was head back, eyes closed, putting out some good sounds. Chuck was playing a bass and I could see Lisa set up behind a keyboard. Jenny was leading me back to the other four ladies. Suki jumped up and told everyone, "I'm going for drinks, what do you want? I'll need another set of hands too." I put my hand up, "I'll go with you. You'll need me to make a path." We took orders and moved through the crowd that was locked into the music coming from the group in the doorway that had been made into a stage. At the bar were two bartenders making drinks as fast as they could. We had three drinks made and filled two beer mugs. Suki had to yell to be heard, "I want to talk to you tomorrow sometime. I want us to get to know each other." I leaned down to her ear, "I'm up for that. If you live near me, come over or call and I'll come to you. We can always meet here too." She smiled and nodded her head. We were pretty far away from the speakers, so we could almost have a normal conversation. The girls asked endless questions about me, my youth, my family, the university I had attended and worked at, and my nonexistent love life. They thought it was really macho to ride broncos and bulls. I told them it was dumb luck to stay on either one for the time limit and get a good riding score at the same time. I thought the roping events were more fun. I went to the bathroom and when I came back, the girls had their heads together. As I was going to sit down, Marilyn grabbed my arm and pulled me toward the door. She said, "Wave goodnight, Gracie, or was that 'Say goodnight, Gracie'?" I waved at the four grinning ladies on the way out the door. Marilyn said, "Suki brought me, so we can use your cart. Do you know how to get to your new place?" When I told her I did, she said, "Go there and park your cart. I'm one door away in the other direction from Jenny, next to Rita. Bucky is out tonight and going to stay with a friend. We have my place to ourselves. If you need a toothbrush or anything, grab it and we'll go straight to my place." Son of gun, my pickup was under the carport. I had forgotten it was going to be back this afternoon or this evening. I'll have to find Jeff and thank him. I can always slip him a twenty or so. Now, I wondered where my keys are. The answer came soon, as I saw the keys on the island counter as I opened the door. There was a stack of things on the floor in the family or living room area. It was all of my stuff from the pickup. The kid's tip was getting bigger. Marilyn had followed me in and was saying how nice the place was. She followed me down the short hall into the big bedroom. She told me, "You're smart to take this bedroom. It should be quieter back here. There is traffic on our street at night, since you have to come by here if your place is in this quarter of the park. It's the only way out until they get the cut through done by this area's rec center." The bag I had left on the bed was now empty and in the closet. All of my hanging clothes from the truck were there as well. My shaving kit was on the sink counter in the bathroom. I felt my face and it wasn't too scratchy, so I grabbed my toothbrush and turned. Marilyn said, "If you want to shave, that would be nice." She was taking her clothes off and said, "And if we were to take a quick shower, it would make it easier for you to shave." Marilyn only had on a tank top, shorts, and sandals on. That seemed to be the uniform of some of these ladies. I was stripped, with Marilyn's help, and stepping into the shower in seconds. Hot water was almost instant and I had to take time to check out this lady with dark eyes and dark brown hair. She didn't have huge breasts just nice sized. She had a shade darker complexion than Jenny, but lighter than Suki. She was also bare down where the playpen was. Marilyn didn't waste any time and moved against me, rubbing on me. She said, "I already had a thorough test done where Suki told me to go. Actually, I think all of us have done that, but we can do it again. If you're clean, big boy, I want to do some bareback riding of my own." We quickly washed, with Marilyn spending most of her time holding on to my very interested sex. She placed my hand over her vulva and asked, "Do I need a shave? I shouldn't. I use that No-No contraption and it makes me cleaner than a fresh shave." Her invitation to touch was also an invitation to explore. She was sensitive, since she jumped and hung on to me when I barely touched her clit while passing over it. "Oh boy, I like to be touched. I want some more of that." I told her, "Let's get out and I'll shave real quick before we go back to your place." She shut the water off and I handed her a towel, took another and began drying myself off. It only took a couple of minutes to shave and rinse off. I brushed my teeth with Marilyn brushing hers with a toothbrush she took from her purse. As soon as I rinsed, Marilyn pulled me toward the big bed. "Come on, I'm not waiting until we get to my place. We'll do it there another time." This lady was in a hurry, but she said she liked touching. She whipped the bedspread and top sheet down, then lay in the middle of the big bed and beckoned me with one finger. When we were lying in bed facing each other, a kiss was very natural. The soft peck became a longer, more volatile kiss, until it had both of us moving up a couple of levels of lust. I was spending a lot of time touching her, and pulled apart from her a little so I could touch all of her and not just a couple of sensitive areas. Breasts always fascinate guys, so I spent a lot of time caressing them until I began kissing the womanly mounds too. Marilyn had some padding, but it was not soft. She was very firm to the touch and seemed very fit. As soon as I raked a finger across her clit again, her legs spread wide and she grabbed my head to pull me into another kiss. She grabbed my hand and pushed it deeper between her puffy lips to show me she wanted more. The second touch had her arching her back, and a third, while finding her now liquid center, made her groan. While still kissing me, Marilyn rolled on top of me and without even talking about a condom, fitted me into her and forced herself down. She couldn't get all the way down on me, and groaned as she pulled up to get some lubrication to make another push at it. "Damn, you're big down there. You didn't look that long, but you sure are wide. Don't worry; I'm going to get every millimeter in me." She almost made it on the next push, and she bottomed out, mashing our pubic bones together, on the third try. That's when the shock came. Marilyn went into a fucking frenzy that was almost shocking. Her body was moving so fast and so hard, that her pounding was making me a little tender. This didn't last as she clamped onto me and groaned. She was holding me so tight that she couldn't slide up and down, but she could milk me and she did. Jenny had taken some life out of me, but the novelty of Marilyn's eagerness had me charged up. Just as fast as she started, she collapsed with her head on my chest. "Oh, you fucker, that was wonderful. You beat up my pubic bone though. Or was that me beating up both of ours? So good, I hope you're young enough for seconds a little later. I might be just a tad tender right now, but I want more. I want more of those good kisses and touches too." She was still on top me, so I was letting my hands move from her neck down her back to cup her nice tush. One hand made continuous passes, while the other played with her ear and neck a little, before traveling to the other cheek of a nice bottom. I felt her firmness again. That made me remember how firm Rita had been, but the encounter with Jenny was too fast and furious to take stock of the woman. That's too bad, as I wanted all of the touches I could get so I would know the ladies' bodies. Marilyn sat up on my hips with my semi hardon still captured. "You could go again right now, couldn't you? Oh wow, how cool. When I get broken in again, I'm going to try you on all night, or until that thing between my legs cries uncle." A very nude, darker-skinned, slant-eyed lady walked into the bedroom. "I'm sure glad Sal doesn't lock his door. I think I want to hang out with you two a little. You don't mind, do you, Marilyn?" Marilyn turned a little red and said, "No funny stuff, Suki. We don't know Sal well enough to give him too many surprises. Besides, I thought all you wanted was some snuggles." As she crawled up to lie next to Marilyn, who was still perched on me, Suki said, "Are you going to monopolize the pole or do I have to do a number on you to get you off?" Before Marilyn could respond, she added "I used to love to taste the cock that just fucked me. I love the taste of all of that come and my juices." Oh boy, this chick was descriptive and for someone who didn't want anything but to be held, she was charging my batteries. Marilyn leaned down and kissed me. "Don't be shocked by how playful we are. It's been our way to cope." With that said Marilyn gently pulled off my now raging cock and lay beside me. As soon as my cock snapped against my belly before rising nearly straight up, Suki was bent over me, attempting to swallow the whole thing. After gagging a few times, she held the instrument of her pleasure and looked at me grinning, "Like that? I love it, and haven't had this pleasure for almost forever. Now, hold this thought while I do some housekeeping." The short small-framed girl crawled over me and spread Marilyn's legs as she settled her face in Marilyn's center. Marilyn pulled up a little and looked down at the top of Suki's head, then at me, with a worried look. I leaned down and kissed her as gently as possible. Marilyn groaned and was vibrating her hips up and down. When Marilyn's hips relaxed, Suki got up on her hands and knees, leaned down and kissed Marilyn's stomach before turning to me and giving me a grin. She whispered, "And now something I think I want really bad." The very attractive girl moved to straddle me and held my very rigid sex up and began pushing herself onto me. She was actually more open than Marilyn and with every bit as much juice. When she bottomed, Suki reached up to kiss me tenderly. She said, "I suppose we should have done some kissing before getting right into the main event. The taste of you and Marilyn was too much, and I couldn't wait. You feel good, Dr. Feeny, Sal. I've always fantasized about fucking a doctor, so you'll have to do. Wear one of those white lab coats home and I'll be all over you." As Suki talked, she was gliding up and down on me, squeezing me with her insides and quivering enough in there that I knew she was feeling good. As she posted on my hips, Marilyn sat up and leaned over to suck on Suki's cute little titties. She was small-breasted with nice nipples, and as I was holding her hips, I could feel how tight and firm she was. These girls all must work out. Suki leaned down to kiss me again and asked, "Roll me over and fuck me, fuck me good, Sal, and make sure you leave a big deposit to run down my leg. I love to smell that stuff all night long. I can put a finger down there and scoop up a taste anytime I want." Suki was encouraging me to go faster and faster. Since I had just finished with Marilyn and had a busy day so far, it took a long time to work up to wanting to squirt. Suki was continuously panting and coming before I finally softly said, "Your reward is on the way." It felt like I squirted a decent load, but couldn't have been one of my best. Suki seemed to enjoy me dumping in her and that made me wonder about our talks about potential STDs and pregnancy. Now, with Suki lying under me panting, she pulled me down to kiss then pushed me off. She was gasping, "Quick, I want to taste us. Let me at that pleasure pole. Suki rolled off me and had her mouth locked around me, sucking out anything I had left in me. She winked at me when she raised her head, smiling. I didn't understand until she reached back and grabbed a handful of Marilyn's hair close to her scalp and moved her head down to her now drooling pussy. "Eat that stuff right out of me, sweet bitch. I love your tongue on me and in me. Suck it out, Honey, lick it clean." I didn't laugh, but could have. Suki is probably five foot, five one at the most, and can't weigh a hundred pounds. Marilyn is at least five seven and probably near one forty. It was funny to watch and listen to the little girl pushing the big one around. Both women moved up my body and each lay with a head on my shoulder. Suki asked Marilyn, "What about Janet? Should we call her to get a shot? Speaking of shot, I think this guy might be getting close to being shot. We need to begin feeding him some vitamins. I'll ask Tina what she thinks would help. The way she has to share Chuck, he must be doing something right to take care of his harem." Marilyn added, "Steve too. I wonder what they give him. Those women all seem content." "You don't find us too weird because we pleasure each other, do you, Sal?" Marilyn had moved up and had her head resting on her hand propped up on her elbow. "It's kind of exciting, actually. I've never been in bed with two women together, other than my sister and mother. We weren't doing anything like this and I was a whole lot younger." "Hang around us much and you'll see a lot of this. As a matter of fact, we might even invite you to one of our private orgies. That is a night of total sex with toys and everything. We watch dirty movies and play with ourselves and each other most of the night. It smells so good in the house that none of us want to air it out. We do open the windows and use Febreze though, as kids aren't dumb about sex anymore." Suki still had her head on my shoulder. She told us, "The more I thought about you and the others playing with Sal, the nuttier I got. I haven't wanted sex with a man for years, and look at me. I'll bet I have that just fucked look that shines through any gloom. I'm not ashamed either. I'm not even surprised the way I wanted to join you two. I figured if I were with my bud, Marilyn, I could really let go. I'm over my past problems. As long as I have this guy and my buds, I'm fine." Marilyn reached down and pulled the sheet and heavy spread up over us, and snuggled on my shoulder again. That was my signal to act like a guy and go to sleep. Who knows what time it was, but someone was doing something to my sex. Something warm and wet was sliding up and down. My right shoulder still had Marilyn on it, but my left shoulder was bare. This must be Suki. This babe could give some good head. Actually, considering my limited experience, any head was good. The way she was sucking up and down, then letting her lips pull across the head, felt wonderful. She was massaging my balls as she sucked me. I reached down for her and stroked her back and the back of her head. She gave me a contented groan and continued sucking. I hoped she could tell as I was close to coming, very close. I patted and squeezed her shoulder and petted her head, but she just sucked faster, running her tongue across the head. Just like the old whalers, "There she blows." This girl sucked until there was nothing left. I heard her smack her lips before she came up, leaned over my face, and grinned at me. She very slowly leaned down and kissed me. This was very a serious kiss, with lots of tongue and lip rubbing. Suki pulled from me and looked down with a smoldering look, "Somehow, I just knew you would do that, that you would be my dream guy, the one who gives me all and kisses me afterward." She kissed me with tongue again, "That is so sexy, and something I've thought of for years." The tiny person lay back down on my shoulder and whispered, "Now I can sleep. I wanted to taste you so bad." Once again I closed my eyes and slept. Primary Editing by Pepere Proofing and Continuity by Sagacious Helicopter and Legal Eagle Guru, Rotorhead Knight6 is trying out Last one through - Deenara2000 ------- Chapter 8 "Someone's been using my dick." That was Marilyn who spoke sternly, but with a giggle. "Suki, you little slut, were you getting some during the night?" "No, I wasn't," Suki said, with emphasis, "But Sal was. I couldn't wait to taste him. He's delicious and fulfilled one of my biggest fantasies." "And what kind of fantasy can a half pint hussy have?" "Easy you foul-mouthed pussy sucker, I wanted to taste him, and then see if he would kiss me. He gave me a nice mouth full, and then kissed me like he meant it. I even tongue fucked his mouth." Marilyn was stroking my seemingly ever ready pole while kissing from my chest up to my cheek. She rose and settled on my cock with one smooth motion, moving down a lot father than she did previously with the first thrust, but it still took her a few strokes to bottom out. She gently rode up and down on me this time, sighing and groaning, occasionally leaning down to kiss me and Suki. Marilyn was slowly riding me, leaning over me with her hands on my shoulders. She would shiver every once and a while and sigh, "So good! There's another one." After at least fifteen minutes, she kissed me and asked, "Do you need to come? I've had enough right now and loved it. Do you want more, Suki?" "Not right now. That thing stretched me out last night and I think I might want to give it a break. Are you okay not cumming, Sal?" I kissed both girls and said, "How could I be less than perfect? That was a wonderful night. Marilyn, you were exactly as you advertised, very hungry for some loving, and Suki, you showed me how great loving comes in small exotic packages." Suki said, "Let's take a shower and go to breakfast. If we get there early enough, we'll get to see Sal's expression every time a new lady comes in." I looked around and found an alarm clock radio. It said five thirty, "Ladies, its Saturday. No one's going to be up this early." "Sal, Honey," Suki grinned, "You've come to the land of early people. Everyone around here gets an early start except the night shift people. Come on; let's be some of the first." We took a shower, before Marilyn told me, "Get dressed and go to the patio. Steve and Glenda will probably be there. Suki and I will get the other three and see you in about twenty to thirty minutes." It felt warm out when the girls went out, so I put jeans and boots on, along with another T-shirt. This time it was a 'Bronc busters ride it better' T-shirt, with a cowboy on a bucking horse. This is a very common T-shirt in Texas. I have one that's for bull riders too. I couldn't find the house keys, so I hoped what was inside was safe. The little gas cart zipped me over to the patio in less than a minute. I could have probably been there faster, but I was gawking at my surroundings. Sure enough, I pulled up to the patio at just after six, and found Steve and an older lady sitting at the little table nearest the bar. When I walked in, Steve, loud enough to be heard the length of the place, said, "Come on in, Sal. Join Glenda and me at being early birds. Nice to see another who likes to get a start on the day." I went in and shook hands with Steve, and said to the lady, "I'm Sal Feeny, a new man Steve hired to work in R&D." Glenda stuck her hand out and said, "I know all about you, Honey. Go get some coffee and sit with us. My old man will be here soon. He likes to get a few extra minutes in the morning." I sat with Steve, sipping coffee, thinking how good this was, and how comfortable I felt with all of these people. Glenda asked me, "Did any of those ladies you were hanging out with last night tell you about our weekend fashion shows?" Shaking my head, I replied, "Only that I was going to like what I saw." Steve almost giggled. Not very manly, but he had more than one woman, so he must be manly. "Sal, you are about to be treated to a real show. Some of the women show too much, but then what is too much? We are blessed with some very exciting women in this park, and many of them show it all on the weekend. It's been a Saturday morning tradition for lots of years." Tiny came through the door with his wife Ruth following him. He was blocking my view of her as they approached and he asked, "Who wants a Saturday morning special? I'm fixing." I was going to answer when my chin hit the table. Tiny's wife, Ruth, was an attractive lady in her mid to late forties, with a great shape and nice chest. How could I tell? Her robe or gown was totally sheer. I could have checked to see if she had missed a hair when she shaved. Glenda smacked my arm, "Close your mouth, Sal, or you'll catch flies. Haven't you ever seen a lady in a sexy gown before?" When I had my breath back, I still couldn't take my eyes from the knockout showing it all. While still staring at the lady who was obviously giving me multiple poses, I finally gave Tiny my answer. "Please Sir, I think I had better have some fortification." Ruth sat with us as Tiny brought drinks for Ruth, him, and me. "You haven't seen anything yet. Some of these girls aren't going to show as much, but their robes or gowns will have you staring the same way. Steve's ladies always put on a display. You'll love Juanita with her dark good looks and full chest, and of course there is Sue. When she comes out, stay seated. Even her old man Steve, here, springs a boner when she walks out." Ruth dryly said, "The only stud here that won't be sticking out today is the one I had to suck a load out of, and then get another planted before we came over this morning." I must have been turning red as Glenda said to Ruth, "You are so uncouth. This is a new person in our group. Don't you think you could be a little gentler?" Ruth grinned and told all of us, "Hell, if he can't handle the way I am every day, how's he gonna handle the first time we take him up to the hot tub?" Steve rolled his eyes and sipped his coffee. He told me, "I can't have one of Tiny's treats this morning; I have to give some flight lessons today. We have too many students and not enough instructors. Speaking of students, do you fly or want to learn?" I had never thought that I could take the time to learn to fly. I could only say, "Let me see what kind of time I have left after working on our projects and some of my personal research." Tiny said, "Uh oh, here come the work rules." Steve gave Tiny a sideways look, "I believe that we go to work early, and get out of the shop or R&D building on time, which is mostly five PM or a fraction thereafter. We have to kick Gerry and Donny out all the time and I don't want you to be another person that spends too much time working late. There is a good reason sometimes, but I think it isn't necessary most of the time. As far as working on your personal research, I expect you to do that on my time, not yours. Anything you learn will eventually help the business. So, work at the correct pace, strive for perfection, but get the hell out of there in the evening. That's why we have supper here. So we can visit and discuss what we're doing." Tiny said, "See, I told you. There are more, but that is almost rule one. The first is 'Work for perfection in everything'. It will come back to you." Steve was smiling as Tiny grabbed my glass and went to the bar to make refills. Ruth wasn't drinking as fast as Tiny and me. As Tiny finished our drinks, Sue came out of the house with a really tall girl that I think was Kathy, a girl about the same height as Sue, but not as heavy chested, and the obviously dark Latin lady named Juanita. I was glad I was sitting, as the view was too much. Sue's chest was so fascinating that I would have been staring all day. The tall lady was sexy as hell, and her long, saggy breasts that would be awesome to play with caught my attention. The little one, that I think was Mercy, the magic lady, was really sexy in her gown, and then there was Juanita. The lady may have been in her late fifties, but wow, still super sexy. I had a boner that wouldn't quit. Someone leaned over me and ran their hand over my bulging zipper. The owner of the hand asked, "And which one tripped your trigger, Stud? I saw you slip out of here with Marilyn last night." Who was this person? I turned my head to be faced with a tit, or to be more accurate, faced with a nipple that was sticking through a T-shirt full of holes. I looked up to see a cute short redhead with a feisty grin. What do you say in situation like this? I made the dumb comment, "Redhead, huh?" The little vixen pulled the T-shirt up and pointed at a red patch of pubic fur. "Yep, one hundred percent redheaded bikers bitch. Want a sample?" I began laughing along with Steve and Tiny. A huge man appeared behind the redhead and said, "Don't mind her. She's all mouth and a good one too. You'll get used to us. Do you ride?" What a welcome. I answered, "I think I know what you mean, but what I ride only has one horsepower." It was the redhead again, "We need to build something just for you, where you could fork about a hundred of those ponies. That'll get your attention." I was going to stand, but the redhead pushed me back down and sat on my lap. I said to the redhead and big guy, "I don't mean to be impolite, but I'm Sal Feeny, and you two are?" The big guy said, "I'm Charlie, and this redheaded biker bitch, as she likes to be called, is Shawna. She has a twin named Debby running around, but you can't make a mistake. One will fuck you in your tracks and the other will ask first." Another fairly big guy was standing next to Charlie and began laughing. "Are you telling everyone secrets about my wife? Well, Sal, we met you last night, sort of, you talked to us and we learned your name. I'm Hank, the other redhead's husband." Sure enough, a redheaded near twin to the one on my lap came from behind Hank, showing two pointed nipples sticking through her shirt. She lifted the bottom of T-shirt and pointed down, "Also a true redhead." I saw Steve holding a baby and with a gorgeous dark-haired lady that looked Italian. Next to them was another lady that was not that tall, holding another baby. I just love babies. They are so much fun. I have spent hours on the floor with my sister's and brother's babies. My five ladies walked into the patio and whipped off some gauzy cover-ups. Underneath was sheer nothing or almost nothing. All five were dressed in a gauzy gown that realistically hid nothing, but gave you shots in a peek-a-boo way. You saw something, and then the gown would cover it all up. I miscounted, as there were six in those gauzy gowns. They walked over to me, and Jenny told Shawna, "Get off of our guy, you scamp; I'll bet you were trying to get him to finger you with your husband standing right there." "Damn right, I was. Gotta check out any new stud boy who shows up around here." Charlie was still rolling his eyes as he sipped Tiny's morning concoction. Shawna got up and Jenny sat on my lap. She whispered loud enough to be heard in the next county, "Heard you had a double last night. Was it good?" Oh shit, I thought, is everyone trying to embarrass me? Trying to change the subject, I asked a question, "Did you guys decide to add another member to your club?" A really gorgeous young lady who was a youthful image of Jenny, softly commented, "I wish." Jenny was quick to say, "You mean you wish you had time for someone like this." The good looking youthful girl answered, "Exactly." Glenda had disappeared, so others had taken up residence in the chairs around the table. It was fun the way this was a central group that more and more people dragged up chairs to sit with. A lot of guys were standing on the perimeter, as well. There was a big commotion at the back door. I looked up to see who it was, and Rita said, "That's Chuck and his brood. If you like babies, we have a dozen of them around here now." I was surprised that even the obvious fairly new moms were wearing sexy gowns. One had a wet spot over a nipple, telling me she was probably nursing her baby. The ladies all went into the house with their babies. A few seconds later, the Italian looking lady came out with another one who looked almost like her twin. Both were really hot Italian ladies who would stop traffic anywhere. Marilyn kidded, "He can't make up his mind who to look at. The way some of these women look makes me feel like chopped liver." I offered, "All of you girls are gorgeous, and I have to remain seated to keep from embarrassing myself." There was a younger version of Suki, wearing a cute cutoff tank top with low hip hugger short shorts, standing next to Suki. She said, "I'd bet I could make you drool, but Mom won't let me wear a gown yet. She says I'm... ," she didn't get it out before I heard, 'Jailbait'. Suki and all of the other women said jailbait at the same time. It was really funny. The little girl looked at me with a crooked grin, "I'm Niki, give me a nickel and I'll call you in a couple of years." That got me to laugh just as much. Janet asked Jenny, who was still on my lap, "Are you being poked, or are you suffering a rash?" Jenny swooned, "Oh boy, am I being poked." Grenaline instantly told her mom, "Get up, Mom, let me see, come on up, I might want to sit there, especially if you think he won't throw me down and do me." Rita nudged me, "See, Saturday morning brings out the worst in these people." Grenaline bumped me on the shoulder with a hip, "Don't listen to them. I've been looking for a guy that isn't pushy. If you think we could go out without me putting handcuffs on you, I'd love for you to take me out. I'm not jailbait." Jenny was still sitting on my lap, and with a pout, said, "Possession is nine tenths of the law, and look who has a seat." I was working on my third Bloody Mary and the girls were into them as well. I told them, "I smell something delicious and hope breakfast is soon." Suki put both of her hands over her daughter's ears, "I'll bet you smell me, and yes, I am delicious, want some breakfast?" The other four girls were slapping her on the shoulder and giving her the 'Oh, Suki, you're so bad' line. Suki's daughter looked at her mom and told her, "I heard that; you are bad." Suki whacked the cute teenager on the butt. Actually, the way the sixteen year old was dressed could have given a very old priest a boner. Those short shorts were molded on, and there is no way she had panties on. Her top was super short and loose, flashing the sides and bottoms of her growing breasts as she moved. If she leaned over, everyone would have been treated to the full view, right down to her exposed bellybutton that had a jewel in it. The tall lady, Kathy, hollered from the open doorway, "Breakfast is coming out. Find a seat or help carry food. Let's get'er done." This place was addictive. I was meeting more and more crazy people, and I wasn't even halfway through all of them. I went to the doorway to carry food, and Glenda handed me two big baskets of biscuits, "Put these on tables that don't have any. Every table has to have at least one, and if we have enough we'll put two on them." I was able to put out about thirty baskets of biscuits. I carried some huge bowls of gravy and several platters of meats. There were more huge bowls of scrambled eggs. Steve and Glenda were standing at the door. Steve had flour stains on his pants and Glenda had some on her face. I heard her say, "We did it again, Buddy." The food was wonderful. I was able to get my fill and then some. I noticed the five women I was involved with all ate well. Rita told me, "We usually go workout early every day, and are back here for breakfast. During the week, there are usually only breakfast sandwiches, cereal if you want it, along with donuts and rolls. We girls normally have a breakfast sandwich, a glass of milk, and cup of coffee. We go into work between seven-thirty and eight, and bust butt once we get there. You can go work out with us if you want. The gym is subsidized by the park, so we get half price on a no contract basis. We do martial arts one evening a week, and you can do that too if you want. The guy that owns it lives out here and treats us fair. I think it's good to learn how to defend yourself if necessary." "Other than working out, what are you going to do?" Jenny said, "I think we're going shopping this morning after we work out. All of our kids need something." Suki commented, "Niki is outgrowing her shorts." "Oh, Mom," said the tiny copy of her mother. A young man came up to Jenny and said, "If you don't need me, I'm going to spend the day out at the airpark. I might be able to mooch some flight time." Jenny rolled her eyes and said, "You mean flying the King Air yesterday wasn't enough?" That's when I recognized the kid. I stood and stuck my hand out, "Thank you for driving my truck down and for carrying in everything from the truck. That was very nice." "You're welcome, but Steve paid me for that. He said you had been a cheap move, so he paid me well, and I didn't really empty your truck." "What do you mean; you didn't really empty the truck?" "Grenaline wanted to help, and had your stuff in the living room and in your closets before I had a chance to take a couple of loads in." I turned to Jenny's choice looking daughter, "Thank you, Grenaline, for putting my clothes in my closet. That was very nice." The girl smiled at the compliment, "Actually I'm just nosy, Sal. I wanted to see where Mom's new toy was living and see what kind of guy you are. I'm a snoop and I still don't know. I couldn't very well dig through your boxes. Maybe I can come over in the evening after school sometime, and you can tell me." Janet said, "That little vamp is going to get him before I do." Grenaline haughtily said, "I'm not getting anyone. I'm saving that thing that sets on top of a sundae for the guy I'm going to live with the rest of life. As much as I'd love the action, I'll wait." Jenny shook her head, "Now you know why I don't worry about this girl. She's always been like this. She dated in high school, but was often brought home early. She dated very few more than a couple of times." Grenaline said, "I like to show off a little, but no touching allowed. I'm hot stuff, but I'll burn you. I have been taking martial arts classes since I was nine, so I can take care of myself. However, Sal, you are very interesting, I could change my mind. When can I come over for our question and answer time?" "Oh no, you don't," Jenny interjected. "You're not changing stripes on me for a guy I'm hot for. He could probably handle both of us, but you stick to your guns." I looked around and said, "I'll do the workout with you, but I need to see Dennis and Elmer first." The two were sitting together, and when Elmer saw me, he handed me a couple of DVDs. "These are duplicates. I made one for you and one for your folks. I put that video of you saving that couple on both of them. That's something to save." "Do you mean these aren't just audio?" "Hell no, tell them to put the DVD into their video player so they can see their son in front of a lot of crazy people. I put some music on it too. Having those guys around here is a hoot. Stay longer next time so that you can hear Donny play his steel guitar. Bonita plays a mean fiddle too." I praised everyone, "This place is amazing. A whole crowd of happy people with musicians and magic. I saw the guy, Merlin, doing tricks last night before he and his two women left. I guess Mercy is his daughter and the other lady is his wife." "That's 'Missy'," Elmer was almost bragging that he knew her. "Wait until you go to their show. You won't believe how good they are. They do two or three shows a week at Sue's Blues, a club near here. They have decent food and great music. Chuck and Lisa are playing there pretty regularly now when they are in town. Those two are an act by themselves." I had to ask, "Why do I have a feeling that the Sue of Sue's Blues is Steve's Sue?" "Yep, they bought a club and this is what it turned out to be. The manager they have is really good at managing restaurants and night spots. If he does anything wrong, it's closing too early." "Amazing. I find out about something else they are involved in about once an hour." I looked at Dennis, "I'd really like to get with you if you're going to be around today. I'd like to hear what you have bought and what has come in." Dennis nodded and told me, "Ah, if you have a copy of what you told us to buy, and everything our computer guy said you'll need, that's what we bought. The companies we bought from had some extra horsepower we could buy, so we did. I think the only things not here yet are all the racks for everything. "They should be in Monday morning, along with the techs who are going to install them. The new addition will have offices in the front, the computer system in the middle, and some storage in the back. Terrel finished the building, and Ruth had the decorator come out to make the place nice. You'll love your furniture. Ruth always buys nice stuff. When you see what she has bought, you can tell her if there is something else you need, and if you don't totally like what you have, she will send it back. "Tell you what, Sal; I have motocross lessons out back on Saturday mornings. How about meeting for lunch and I'll get my lists together? We can even go down to the shop to check it out. The R&D shop, I mean." "Sounds good, Dennis, good timing. And Elmer, thank you. My folks will appreciate the DVD. You'll meet them soon, as they love to travel." I went back to the girls, "I have to go home to change into workout shorts and tennis shoes. Where should I meet you?" Jenny said, "I think we've decided to work out in the nude at your place. Do you think you could work up a sweat with all of us?" Tiny Niki said, "Me too, okay?" "I might need to tighten up a little," came from Grenaline. Rita said, "No, we will work out at the gym, and we'll ride over in Jenny's big cart. You twerps can come with us if you want." "Twerps, huh, I'll show you twerp at the next class at Don's." Rita was smiling, "Oh, I'm so scared." Janet said, "If we're going to work out, let's get to it. We have some serious shopping to do." On the way to our neighborhood, Rita rode with me and told me, "My twins are into this motocross stuff. They are getting pretty good; I'm just scared they will break something. It seems one of the kids will break something about every month. That's probably a pretty good safety record for the guys, I guess. One of the teachers out there is an intern. I mean a medical intern or a resident now, I think. Tina is in med school. The other is Dennis. Both of them are nuts when they get on those dirt bikes." I was feeling pretty good. I changed real quick and met the girls outside as they were getting into Jenny's cart. I needed to ask, "Hey, I have a question. Who knows where the keys to the trailer are?" They all looked at each other, until Marilyn slapped her hand over her mouth, "I didn't get them. They are still down at the sales lot. I'll get them later." I told her, "Tell me where it is and I'll go for them. Dennis and I won't be that long." The gym was nice and I followed the girls in their routine. They all got on a treadmill for fifteen minutes, then the bikes for another fifteen. I followed the last of the now nine girls through the machines, but added weight to each. My brother has a bunch of weights and showed me how to use them. The guy was really ripped when he went off to join the Marines. He has since married and has two kids, but is still a Marine. He is back in Afghanistan again, and all of us say a prayer for him every day. I liked the free weights and thought that if I kept up with the women, I would set up a regimen of free weights instead of the machines. I worked up a good sweat and enjoyed seeing the five and their offsprings working out. The older girls were all absolute knockouts. Guys at the gym were making fools of themselves over Grenaline. I could imagine that would get old. She is a fox, but she's just a chick. There are a lot of them. And, a lot of good looking ones. I tried to figure out what she had that the other women didn't. I couldn't see it, but I am kind of a nerd. I'd rather fool around with Suki's jailbait or Janet's delicious looking nineteen year old. To be honest, the five mothers actually held my interest over the younger girls. There was a lot of joking about who I was going to shower with on the way home. I offered, "How about we get naked in the yard and get a hose out? That way we can all shower together." I showered by myself very quickly and put jeans and boots back on. I had to put a different T-shirt on, so I put a Texas Tech shirt on that said Lubbock across the bottom. We took Jenny's and my carts to the patio for lunch. Today was different as there were platters of lunchmeats, and the soup was in a big pot in the kitchen. I was told that if you wanted soup, go get it. I had soup and a couple of roast beef sandwiches on big pieces of rye bread. They had some creamy horseradish sauce and jalapeno pepper cheese to go with the sandwich, so I was in hog heaven. The sandwich was so good that I had two. I wanted to see if they needed help cleaning up, but when everyone who was going to eat ate, everything magically went back into the kitchen. I carried something in and was shooed out of there. I stopped long enough to get on the floor with the babies that were there. They had a low fence to keep the rollers and crawlers in a confined area. It was pretty big, perfect for a dozen babies. A few were nursing, but I was able to lie on the floor and be grabbed on the ears and lips as some pulled themselves to me. Four of the girls were older than the rest by a couple of months, and they were fun to play with. I didn't know who all the parents were, but I'll bet they enjoyed their babies. Dennis was finishing up eating and I asked him, "How about taking me down to the sales place where they bought my home. The girls forgot to get the keys. I should probably lock it during the day." Dennis said, "Sure; I have the El Camino, as I wanted to go look at some bikes later. Let's do it now, then we'll go by the shop." The trailer lot was less than a mile south of the park. The man in charge, who was the owner, told us, "I knew someone would be by soon. Those girls were really funny about picking out what to get. They had a sheet of paper they had printed out with their requirements. I had just the one. How do you like it, I assume it's yours?" "It's great. The furniture is really nice too. I didn't think trailers had that quality of furniture." "Watch your mouth, Sonny; that is a manufactured home. The only thing 'trailer' about that place is the wheels under both halves. Hope you enjoy it." Dennis wanted to know if I wanted to run back to my place to lock the doors. I told him it could wait. We went to the R&D shop where I had to show my ID and enter my fingerprint for future verification. Dennis said they were probably going to add an eye scan for some of the most sensitive areas, like mine. We walked into the new computer lab, and shock upon shock. The place was not only furnished, but decorated. I was concerned about the carpeted floors because of static electricity, but Dennis held his finger up. We looked at a reception area with a desk. It was small, but what would I do with a receptionist? The next room was my huge office. There was a work counter, a drafting table, a small conference table, and a really nice desk. Behind the desk was another work surface with eight monitors and four keyboards lined up on it. Under the counter holding the eight monitors, were four towers of various sizes. On the desk were three large monitors and a single keyboard. There was an overhead projector that Dennis turned on with a test pattern on it. He said, "I like this better than having it on the ceiling like Hans did. There are more monitors in here if you need them. "Let's take a look at your computer room." When you went through the door, the push bar was high. Too high to hit with your hip if you were carrying something. Dennis commented, "The door is your static ground, so you have to ground yourself going through the door. The door stops if you take your hand off. You have to leave your hand on the push bar until you are through the door." Inside the room was computer flooring. That's when I realized why we stepped up into this area. There were floor to ceiling racks in two rows across the back that were set up about four deep and four across. That looked like a lot of racks. Dennis told me, "There are two more rows to set up. I didn't know they were already this far along. Your equipment is through here in the storage area. It's still boxed up, so you'll have to inventory it as you take it out of the box." We looked in the storage room and saw boxes all the way up to about eight feet in a room with twelve foot ceilings. I noticed that even the storage room was air conditioned. Dennis showed me the climate controls for air dryers and the ability to add humidity. I was very impressed as Dennis led the way out. Back in my office, the side that the overhead projector lit up was actually a screen of about six by six feet. There were bookcases and a conference table. The wall on the other side of the room that my desk was against was all windows that were obviously tinted and looked out on the pleasant sight of a big grassy park and trees. There were verticals that were button controlled for total darkness, but I didn't think I would need that very often. I told Dennis, "Get me out of here or I'm going to begin taking shit out of boxes or trying to learn your systems." "Monday, Sandy will take you through our R&D system, the company secure system, the companies' hopefully secure system, and your own private PC for Internet or whatever. We set up CDs that will only work in some systems. A CD from your internet PC will not work on the secure system. I know you know ways around things, but try to keep the integrity. When you use your own tools, have Sandy scan all of your stuff just to be safe. We're really good and focused on data security, and I'm sure you will appreciate that in time." Dennis told me that on Monday, company security people would set up my accesses inside so that I can go back and forth between the data area and the other R&D offices. We locked up and I had Dennis drop me off at my place. I was surprised that they had already bought everything. I was also surprised at how fast they finished the building and had even decorated and furnished it. I remembered that there were phones on the desks, along with wall phones on each of the racks. That was neat. Having to wait while the office was built, decorated, and the equipment to arrive, would have had me on pins and needles. I knew if I had to wait long, I would be a nut case. I could actually begin to work on Monday. I'm glad I drove. Well, I drove almost all the way. I tested the house keys and put one on my keychain. I put the rest of the eight keys on the counter, as I'm sure I was going to share the keys with some women. Unpacking and putting out the few knickknacks I had was easy. I put up all the pictures I had of our ranch and family. My sister was a camera and photography nut, so I always had great pictures of our west Texas Panhandle homestead. When I was done, I broke the boxes down and threw them into the back of the truck. I wish I had a place for my cap, as I much preferred my relic without it. Oh well. This wasn't the truck I really wanted. I wanted a forties or late thirties truck, and make it perfect with some kind of special engine and air. I wanted to be able to lift the side of the hood and be blinded by chrome. I wanted the truck to be lowered and have a little rake, but to have chrome lake pipes down the side to really show off. With the price of gas, I might have to put a smaller engine in my dream truck, but I had to find the truck first. Now that I had time, I was going to really begin looking. I flipped the TV on to see what kind of service it had. The picture was awesome, so I moved through some channels to see if I could find any HD channels. There was a card next to the TV that gave me the answer, so I pushed a sports HD channel and was able to see some of the basketball games that were on. I'd rather watch a rodeo or race. I would study the channels later. There was a desk on one wall that I had laid some papers on. It had a nice chair with casters. I opened one side and saw that it was one of those kinds of desks you can put a small PC tower in. There was a keyboard drawer, so that was a good thing. I wonder; they wouldn't do all this without a broadband connection. I looked on the other side and there it was, a wireless router with lights flickering on the front. In with it were a couple of cables to connect the PC. I went straight to the big box I had not unpacked yet. I put my PC on the slide out tray that rolls into the slot. I put my wireless keyboard and mouse up, and then put my printer on the floor on the side of the desk. I didn't think it would fit on the little shelf above the desk. My three monitors fit fine, although they are big. I found the electrical surge protector and plugged in my UPS, then hooked everything up, including the speakers. Everything should work. Windows 7 came up on the center monitor, so I tried the internet and moved that to the left. I keyed up Outlook, my e-mail program, and moved that to the right, then brought up Word. I could almost use a fourth monitor, but I usually replaced the e-mail with Excel. Everything worked and the broadband seemed fast. Just for fun, I keyed in the IP number for Mom's and Dad's PC. It connected, so I put a yellow note up that told them I was moved in and would send pictures. I pulled the DVD from Elmer out of the sleeve and put it in the drive. Using a simple transfer program, I sent the contents of the DVD to a new file on their PC. I could do that with my sister's and brother's PCs too, but I left them alone because I didn't want them to think I was snooping. While that transfer was in progress, I checked the fridge and found some beer. I opened one with a small snack bag of pretzels. I checked through the TV card to see what was where, and flipped the TV on a cable news program. I needed to keep up with the world. CNN was boring. MSNBC was, well it was MSNBC, you know Obama was Jesus reincarnated, and the Republicans were all liars and rich cheats. I don't need that shit. I just left all of that at the university. I found Fox News, hoping they wouldn't be the other way and listened to their news. They were being reasonable today, and really did a fair and balanced presentation of the newsmakers. I like the way they gave two opinions of controversial issues and let the viewers make up their own mind. When the DVD was transferred, I tested it on their PC to make sure it would play. When it did, I put it up on their wide screen, so that when they came home it would be showing the crowd on the patio and they would play the whole thing. My camera was in my PC stuff. The battery was charged, so I did a video tour of the trailer, or as they called them, manufactured homes. I did an outside tour and discovered a good sized storage shed that ran the width of the place. My cap would easily fit in there. I took pictures of the cart, and up and down the street. Using the cart, I drove around taking pictures of everything I found. The sports park was very interesting because of all of the fields. There were soccer games and a multitude of baseball and softball games being played. I drove around the business park, taking more pictures, then went to the back of the trailer park and found a street with houses. The first place wasn't a house. It was a compound. When I stopped at the drive, I could see a huge garage and three cottages, along with a fancy building on the other side of a fenced in swimming pool. The place had what looked like a twelve car garage with apartments on top. I wondered what this place was. I was about to drive on, when a really tall, decent looking, girl came running out. She yelled, "You're Sal Feeny, right? Brandy saw you on the security monitor and told me to come get you. Come in and visit. The rest of the women are over at the patio. Chuck and Lisa are in the studio. We'll show you the house." Man, these people are friendly, but security monitors that caught me in the street and were good enough to recognize me? Pretty good stuff. Instead of entering through a front door, I was led in through an area where carts were parked. We walked past a small gym; actually a good sized one for a home gym. We came through a family room, where the person who I guessed was Brandy, was nursing an infant. "Okay, I'm at a disadvantage, my name is Sal Feeny. I suppose you," I indicated the lady in the rocker, "are Brandy, but I don't know this amazon. Let me get a stepladder to look you in the eye." The tall one laughed, "I'm Lena. The real amazon is Tina, or Big Tina, as we call her. This is Brandy and her little boy, Danny. I saw you last night at the patio. All of us women had to gossip about you, of course, and we're all curious. You need to put a bio out for all of the eligible and/or nosy women out here." The lady nursing the infant said, "Lena, he's way ahead. Didn't you see who he left with last night and who he ate breakfast with?" "No," Lena answered, "But I did see him at the gym with that group of ladies and Grenaline, Niki, and Donna. He wasn't totally zonked over Grenaline, so he may be gay." "Holy smokes, Lena, give me a break over not drooling in public. You, I might drool over in public, but I try not to embarrass myself often. Grenaline is an attractive girl, but far too young for me to be interested in. However, her mother, well that's another story. The five women are some new friends that I live near, and are helping me get established here." "Thank you for saying you'd drool over me in public. People think I'm a freak because I'm so tall. I liked your stepladder comment. That's the first time I've heard that." Smiling at the pretty girl, "Now, if you have some of those ridiculous four or five inch heels, I'd really get off on that." Lena ran out of the room. Brandy was putting her sleeping baby in a bassinette with her boob still hanging out. She was a nursing mother, so there is nothing of a come on or sex related to see. Actually, it is sweet. Lena came strutting back in, wearing a pair of platform four inch heels. The platforms made them look like they were six inch heels and made her thighs and butt look wonderful. "Wow, awesome, that should be made illegal. It's so hot that it's almost pornographic." "Oh, Brandy, I'm in love. Where are the guys my age who like tall women?" "Brandy, Lena, what about Jeff, Jenny's son. He's about your age and he has to be six two or three." "You know I have an older sister that is over six ten. Sal, I'm six-eight and still growing." "That doesn't mean Jeff isn't interested," I tried to explain. "You know your height might scare him a little. I know if I was your age, I'd be eating my Wheaties to get up enough nerve to ask you out. "I really do have an older sister that is over six ten. The only small kid in the family is one of my brothers who is like my father," Lena sounded dejected. "Well, there you go. If your very tall mother and very short father got together, there is hope for you." Lena walked over to me in her sexy spiked heels, leaned over, far over, and kissed the top of my head. "Well, if you want to fool around with a young chick, you know where I live." "I should go, Lena, Brandy, I have some things to do and I'm beginning to get hungry. I'll see you at the patio. I saw you this morning when I was playing with the babies. I'll know who you are now." Brandy looked up from her baby in the bassinette. "I'll try to introduce you to the rest of Chuck's women. You'll enjoy all of them. They are each unique. Are you sure you don't want to go listen to Chuck and Lisa? They don't mind and they do play some great music." "I'll come by and do that another time when I know everyone better. I love your place here. It is enormous." "That's partly my fault. I keep building on, wanting people to have a place to stay with us. See, if we knew you better, Chuck would have had you moving in." I got up to leave and waved goodbye after taking one last look into the bassinette. ------- Primary Editing by Pepere Proofing and Continuity by Sagacious Helicopter and Legal Eagle Guru, Rotorhead Knight6 is trying out Last one through - Deenara2000 ------- Chapter 9 Now that I had a lot of photographs, I went home and tried to sort out ones that were worth anything. I would have to take more pictures of the patio. That place is unbelievable. I made up a packet and sent it, along with a note, to my folks, my sister, my sister in law, and my brother 'in the sand' as he calls it. I was going to take a shower, but that seemed to be something that was being done with others lately, and there was no one available now. I chuckled about how terrible this situation was. Between the ladies and the children, there were plenty of opportunities to get into some mischief, if not jail. I showered and afterward I went to the patio to see if they had any snacks. They did, as someone was cooking wings. Kathy was punching holes in the wings with a toothpick, and soaking them in a sauce. Mercy came bouncing out and told Tiny, who was cooking, "Make me some and make them killer. I'm going to have to go play magician soon." Kathy looked over at me as I pulled a beer, "Do you like your wings hot, just sort of hot, or mild?" "Kathy," I said, after taking a drink of beer, "I'm a real Texan. I may not be able to eat a Jamaican pepper raw, but I grew up on jalapenos. We grow some bell peppers that will hurt you. I'll have my mom send some. I'll take some hot ones after you feed Mercy." "You may have to wait a long while if she's hungry. Between the two of us and Chuck, we can put away about five pounds of very hot wings. I keep buying more every week, but it never seems to be enough." I helped Tiny for a while, but he seemed to be having too much fun messing with the wings and drinking beer. They had the big screen TV on some car races. I walked into the house and recognized a bunch of women that seemed to hang out together. All of them appeared to have babies. I began trying to learn all of the ladies' names, and was sitting on a coffee table when an older looking lady that looked a lot like Mercy quickly walked through the living room. No big deal, except she had a towel around her waist, one on her head, and a bare chest. She stopped directly in front of me and just stared. "You're that new guy. Sorry, I can't find my dress." That was strange, but she had a nice top for a lady her age. It was strange though, as she seemed to be looking inside me, or at least into my brain. I went back out to the patio and saw Mercy sitting at the bar, eating wings and drinking beer, with tears running down her cheek. She would eat a whole wing, say, "So good," take a drink of beer, and reach for another wing. She saw me watching and put a wing on a napkin and handed it to me. Between mouthfuls, she said, "Watch your fingers. Your fingertips will tingle for a while." The wing was good, but it wasn't the hottest I've eaten. Mercy and Kathy were both watching me. Kathy said, "Aren't you going to have some beer with that?" "Oh yeah, I left my mug inside. I think it was your mother, Mercy that came through without all her clothes on, so I thought I should come back out here." "Typical of Mom, she's always trying to give someone the shock treatment. I think she likes to show off and tease." I went for the mug and found that the women had finished it for me. I asked if anyone wanted one, and the girl named 'Frieda' told me, "It's more fun to drink someone else's. Bring one in, pretend it's yours, and leave." That was worth a laugh. I filled my mug and sipped it. Tiny put some more wings on a paper plate for me, and I scarfed them down as fast as Mercy and Kathy. I saw Kathy nudge Mercy, "We have another Chuck on our hands. We'll never get our fill of hot wings if this keeps up." I knew right then I would have to get some of my sister-in-law's sauce. Her stuff was downright dangerous. I loved it, but it hurt sometimes. I'll bet these folks would never believe watching my five foot two sister-in-law, casually eating those wings as if they were candy. Tiny was flipping wings and chatting. "I'll be putting some brisket on in a while. We'll have brisket, wings, chicken, and some ribs, if there are any left from last night. There should be, as we ordered almost double so that we would have some extra. The only thing we make hot like that are the wings for you masochistic souls, and some really zinger hot sauce for dunking or putting on ribs." Tiny looked around and told me, "Go into the fridge, look down the right side, and see if there are big trays of raw veggies. Pour some of the ranch dressing dip from the container in the door into the bowl and bring it out. No sense in us being out here without any of the veggies." There were multiple trays of raw veggies. I found the dressing, filled the dipping bowl in the middle of the tray, and took it out to the bar. Kathy was still stuffing herself with wings and smiling. She reached for a piece of celery, and began alternating between a bite of wing and a bite of celery. Mercy had finished her wings and was rubbing her belly. She took a piece of broccoli and a drink of beer, and then happily sat there enjoying her vegetable. I had not been paying any attention to her when she reached over toward me and said, "We have to watch about getting hair in the food most of the time, but since daddy came, these darn scarves are showing up all the time." She pulled a scarf from what must have looked like my mouth, turned to Kathy and I swear a scarf came from her mouth. "Watch out for those, Sal, you could choke on one." Mercy went into the house, presumably to get ready to go entertain with her mom and dad. Sue came out and picked up a wing from a dish that was marked mild. She had Tiny pour her a Diet Coke from the fountain nozzle. Sue asked me, "Where are the women who want to stake a claim on you?" The answer was easy; "They are probably still shopping. If they are like my mom and sister when they get out like that, they forget to look at a watch." "We do that too when we go together. It's even worse now that the girls are getting older and interested in clothes. They can be a mess. A sweet mess though." Steve came out, looking as if he might have been having a nap. He pulled a beer and sat with me. "Learning your way around yet? I saw you wandering around taking pictures." "My mom, dad, sister, and brother will want to see where I'm living. I have to thank you for the really nice place. It's everything I could ask for." "Good," Steve said, between sips, "That means there is less distraction for you to do your magic. Did Dennis show you your new office or shop?" "That is awesome, Steve. I wanted to begin unpacking boxes, but Dennis said there were a few things that needed to get done before I start playing. Oh, thank you for putting broadband in my house. I sent my folks a DVD of the patio, last night's introductions, and some music. Elmer even put that rescue clip on it. My dad will get a kick out of it, as he's always said that I was part fish. I love to swim." "You'll have to use the pools here in the park, Sal. They are long enough to do laps. I try to swim a few laps after our workout everyday. You're welcome to come with us in the afternoon if you want." "Thanks, but I think I'll go early in the morning. It will give me more energy to tackle my projects. I'm planning on doing some running in the evening. I don't go crazy, but about twenty to thirty minutes out on the street always feels good." "You'll have to run through the park by the sports complex, Sal. There is plenty of grass to run on and we have a three mile track around the park. It weaves in and out a lot to go around trees and brush, but it is a fun run – or walk." The beautiful Latin lady came out of the house with hair that was almost a bed head. She kissed Steve and softly said so that I couldn't hear, "Thank you, I needed that." She asked for and received a rum and Coke, before kissing Steve again and going back inside the house. A minute later, the shorter girl who had a baby in her arms came out of the house. I think her name was Mickey, or something like that, from when I met her before. She had messy hair too and her blouse was buttoned unevenly. She gave Steve a nice kiss and also whispered, "That was a good one, Lover. Giovanna and Juanita are devils. I'm sure glad to be off restriction." This was something interesting. I was going to pay attention to this. Mickey got a Coke and then disappeared, as one of the Italian girls came out. This must be Giovanna. Steve asked her, "How do you feel, you haven't done that in a while. Everything feel like its okay?" The lady definitely had a just fucked look, and really gave Steve an incentive to carry her back inside. She told Steve, "I'm fine. No, I'm better than fine. I can't wait until later. Rest up, Husband, I want more of you with the others." I was getting uncomfortable, and Steve sensed it. "How about I tell you a neat story about my women, Sal? It's about my crazy family." Steve drew us both a beer and set them down on little tables next to a couple of loungers. "When I left an out of the country job on a vacation, I ended up starting the beginning of the businesses I now have. Kathy was the first lady in my life at the time, but she moved away back then. I met Sue and we were instantly an item together. We got married. A little later, when Sue was already pregnant, we met Mercy, and it was love at first sight for Mercy and Sue. Now don't think I didn't go for Mercy too, because I did. We brought Mercy back here from San Francisco. Our lives were perfect; that is, until the girls decided they wanted Juanita to be part of our family. To be honest, the girls would have other women stay over, and Mickey was one of them. She had a girlfriend, Samantha, who later moved to New York for her work. She's a very talented photographer. Mickey is a Deputy Sheriff in forensics and wouldn't leave, so she stayed. "Meanwhile, Kathy gets invited to come down and visit, and we found that she and I still had a hell of a spark, plus another reason why she should stay with us. Well, she stayed. A while ago, the ladies convinced me to have Mickey become a part of our life, and finally, when we were on a sailing adventure with Chuck and another friend of mine a year ago, we met Giovanna, and her sister, Gina. You see, Chuck has the same problem I do with his women wanting to bring more women home. That's how I now have six women who consider themselves as my wives. I'm married to Sue, and all the rest belong to Sue. We all love each other, and I've been blessed by a lot of kids. Sue gave me four that includes twins; Mercy gave me four that includes triplets. Kathy had four by her husband before he was killed in Iraq, she has given me two more, and Mickey has now given me one. Giovanna has two by her deceased husband, who was from Italy, and now has given me another boy. You can see how I have so many children, and as for the women, who would I have gotten rid of? I love all of them dearly." I could tell Steve was waiting for me to say something, but I could only think of how sweet that story was. "I'm glad you don't seem to be concerned about my happiness and the form it has taken. I hope you understand." I nodded, "I understand. I've not witnessed anything like that, but you and your family are obviously happy." I paused a second, "Steve, you are probably the best person that I could talk to about something that has come up." "Shoot, Sal." "I've not had a lot of experience with women, and on the way here, I got lucky, as some would say. The first lady wanted something special from me, and I guess I gave it to her. She is a professional gambler, a card player. We both lucked out and won a bunch of money because of a crooked tournament dealer. Actually, it is partly you, or your company's fault, that I won so much. I was going to enter for a hundred, but the people there said I was entered for a thousand. That's a big difference, and I was concerned. I'm a decent card player, and the lady and I figured out the scam and alerted a tournament official. They couldn't let us continue because we had already been cheated. They could do nothing but pay us off with the equivalent of the tournament prize for our entrance amount. "I won a lot of money, Steve, or at least I was given a lot of money. Anyway, the lady and I did the deed. That was a first for me in a long, long time. I drove to Panama City Beach the next day and checked in there. By some crazy coincidence, I helped a couple come in to safety and people made a big deal out of it. Anyway, at supper these two young girls wanted me to sit with them and their mother. I did, and their mother and I hit if off big time. During the time we were getting to know each other, she discovered that I was coming here. She already worked here. Anyway, she is a friend of the travel lady, Jenny. Well, Rita and Jenny have a deal with Marilyn, Janet, and Suki to share a guy. They chose me. I'm not complaining, as they are all neat ladies. They have some young daughters who are sort of split fifty-fifty between being legal and jailbait that I don't think I'll have a problem with. My question is, is it nuts to go into a relationship with five women? How do you keep five women from scratching each other's eyes out? Steve motioned for us to get more beer, and then asked, "Do you like Beefeaters?" "Every chance I get, especially with a salad." Steve poured us both a tall Beefeaters over ice. Back in our chairs, Steve said, "The one thing that seems to bond my women together, and with another family I know, is that the women must be or are also women oriented. I don't know about you or your women, but are you put off by women fooling with other women?" "No, no. That's really hot, but I had never witnessed it until last night. They all profess that they do not want anything permanent because of their kids. I'm cool with that, but I'd like to be a dad. Now that I'm out of the society that looks down on guys like me that are geeks or nerds, I think that I can find that special person who will be the mother of my kids." "I'm sure you will, but are these women still of childbearing age? If so, one or more of them, might give you a baby." "There it is, Steve. Can I really have more than one and love them equally? I don't know." "Well, Sal, do this. Right this minute, enjoy the liaison with the women, and see how they react with you and as friends together. Find out how much they enjoy each other's attention. If you need more bad advice, talk to me. I'll get you together with Chuck. He really has a bunch." "He does? Does he have one that is his wife like you have, Sue?" Steve shook his head, "No, but Lisa and my niece, Tina, are his closest. I think Lisa is first, and then I think Tina is first, but Sue gave me the answer, the two girls love each other very deeply. They also each love Chuck, so it is a trilogy without jealousy." "But you said he has more, like 'Brandy' right?" "Yep, Sal, Brandy is one, but she is part of a group of five who have given him six babies. There is a set of twins in there. Then there are his two Chinese women, who have each given him a baby, and a really sweet Latin girl who has given him one. Gina, Giovanna's sister, has given him one, and I think that's all, although he also has an older female friend who has become part of his family. You see, they all enjoy other women, and are constantly trying to get Chuck to have more women. Really something, isn't it?" "You know what, Steve? I'm just going to treat this like an unknown bronc and just ride it out to see how I do. They don't want any strings other than fidelity, and I'm good with that. I suppose that if they were to pick up other women who are as good and nice looking as they are, who am I to complain? Thanks for the story, Steve. Your disclosure of your 'wives' and Chuck's women make a lot more sense now." Sue came out and sat on Steve's lap. "So you're telling family secrets huh?" I looked at her as if she was a mind reader. "Not me, Mercy. She was getting all kinds of love vibes from Steve, and checked out what he was thinking. You see, Mercy and her mom really are clairvoyant, mind readers, and have enhanced ESP. If you want to be around a really strange lady either of those two will do it for you. I won't tell you who else, as you'll never believe it. I only believe it because I've been with Mercy for so long." "This place is really a change of pace from my stodgy world in academia. I'm so happy you found me. I love all of you people, and promise to contribute to this group." My thought track was interrupted when I saw my women, so I simply told Steve and Sue, "I see some ladies I know coming in the door." Sue said, "That's what Mercy told me when she called. You are some kind of new stud, or a toy, for those five. Watch a couple of their girls. Some of them are jailbait, and out of sight strange for the others." "Now, Sue, girls like Grenaline are not strange. You have to give her credit for not being a tease. She tells guys to take a hike and doesn't tease them much. She's enough of a tease just being Grenaline." I left the couple with a spinning head. Hopefully, the girls will be in a good mood and we'll have a good time tonight. The girls were milling around at the door. Janet asked me, "Can you take me to my place real quick? I want to put my stuff in the house so that it doesn't get wrinkled." Knowing Janet's feeling about guys, I thought she was displaying a new level of trust. As we rode to her place, which was also near mine, on the other side of Jenny, Janet said something funny as she hugged my arm, "I'm so nervous." She said it so softly that I thought she might be saying it to herself. She looked at me as I drove and said to me, "I want what the others have had. I want what made Suki want you. I want what made Jenny and Rita so happy. Marilyn's been talking big forever, but I'll bet she was just as nervous as I am. Sal, can you love me on demand like this? Can you hear my plea and know that I'm needy?" I was pulling up to her home when I looked down at her and said, "We don't have to do anything right now. There's no time limit set for us to do anything. How about we have a neat evening, then come back to your place or mine and talk a while. If we want to do something then, we can. There is no reason to be nervous or feel like you have to do anything." Janet buried her face in my shirt, "But the others have already enjoyed you. I want that. I want to feel you between my legs, and not slapping me as you pound me. I want to feel your kisses and not be getting bitten. Sal, I want you to make love to me, not just fuck me." I raised her head as gently as possible, and kissed her on the lips. The kiss was tentative at first, but quickly grew into a passionate coupling of mouths and tongues. When Janet shivered, a sign that I was beginning to recognize as a lady ready to be loved, I scooped her up in my arms and didn't take her to her place. I carried her to mine, and since I had not locked the door, went straight to my bed. Laying Janet out and continuing to kiss her was the perfect way to get her to open up for me. She held me tight as I explored her through her clothes. Each intimate touch caused her to moan and me to expand my caresses. When I popped the first button on her blouse, Janet reacted much differently that I expected. The lady essentially ripped her clothes off as I continued to kiss her. She was bare in seconds, and my Texas Tech T-shirt was in shreds. My boots and jeans were almost ripped from my body. Janet's mood slowed to gentleness. This scared woman worshipped my cock. She gently held it and kissed the tip until I was batting her on the nose. She gave a little giggle as she moved me in and out of her wet lips. "Oh, Sal, touch me, make me feel you. Put yourself in me and, and, and, fuck me!" I didn't jam it into her, but spent a long time kissing, licking, and nibbling her gently all over. She exclaimed "Oh, Sal, you're so sweet and gentle. I love your touch and how you love me. I want more, Sal, I want all of it." Well, so much for waiting until we were both relaxed. I threw caution to the winds with this woman, and loved her with my hands and mouth until she was literally crying in ecstasy. As I gently slid into her, Janet looked up at me and said, "I shouldn't tell you this, but I love you, Sal. This is so good, so right. I'm cumming with you right this second, over and over and over. Oh, Sal, do me, pound me, fill me." She was going to be the hard case. She was the one who all of us were going to have to work on to become comfortable giving herself. I was thumping a very hungry and deserving woman. What kind of men are out there, that mistreat women to the point of making them scared rabbits? "Oh, Sal, I've cum so much that I can't any more. Fill me, Sal, make me your woman. God, this is so wonderful." I actually didn't want to come. I wanted to hold it and use it to fuck my way through the other four, but the way Janet was holding me, and kissing my face, neck, and chest, I had to let go. "Here it comes, Janet, you will have all of me." She shuddered, quivered, and moaned through my release. When I stopped thumping, Janet rolled us to our sides, trying to keep me inside. She kissed me, took a deep breath, and said "That was so wonderful, Sal. I've always wanted sex, but those who gave it to me were so brutal that I couldn't enjoy it. The girls helped me enjoy sex, but I wanted a man to enjoy sex with. I don't want a permanent relationship, but I want someone who will make love to me. I think we've just scratched the surface." I wanted to close my eyes and do the man thing. I could tell Janet was a little nervous, so I suggested, "Let's take a shower and go have supper. If you want to come back tonight, I would like that. I'm right next door and will give you a key. Please use me to make yourself happy." We showered without playing and without getting her hair wet. We did kiss as she wiggled against me a lot. I think she was testing her resolve to enjoy a man. The clothes in my cart still had to be put away, but we were back at the patio with an elapsed time of less than forty-five minutes. It was Rita who moved me away from the group, "You did it, didn't you? You broke through to her. You know what? You deserve something really special. You've now given all of us a thrill with the promise of more to come. You've given me so much, Sal. My daughters love you, and I have to tell you, I'm right there with them. "You've even nearly silenced Grenaline, and I thought that would be impossible. You may have to fuck her to within an inch of insanity, but anything would be better than the haughty bitch she has been. Thank you Sal, you are a real rare jewel." I hugged Rita, "Thank you. I was very apprehensive when you and Jenny proposed all of this. It has turned out very well so far. I asked Steve how to handle more than one woman at a time, and he shared with me how he has so many, and also told me that Chuck has that many more. You five have something that will possibly keep you together. You all like women, and therefore like each other. Keep it that way, love each other, and let me be a part of that love." "That's so beautiful, Sal. That you've seen and accepted it means that we can continue with who we are. That makes all of our relationship special." Rita kissed me as she turned me toward the others. Jenny was bouncing around in her chair, "There is space for six people to have dinner and go to the show at Sue's Blues. If you guys want to go, we have to hustle. Who wants to go?' Marilyn announced, "I'm going with whoever's going. That place has great food and music. Come on let's get dressed." We all took our carts home, and I changed into dress pants, knit shirt, and a sport coat. Figuring on riding in Jenny's big Expedition, I was standing there as the women walked up. They each gave me a kiss and tried to show off their apparel. Jenny came through the door and looked stunned to see all of us. "Imagine that, I'm the last one ready this time. Sal, you're good for us." We made it to the club an hour before they quit accepting new diners. We all ordered good stuff and ate heartily. A couple of the ladies vowed to do an extra ten minutes walking, running, or biking. Chuck was by himself tonight as he played the piano and sang simple ballads to the diners. I kept thinking of his many women and wondering how he was even a little balanced. As we finished our delicious meal with all of the suggested wine, a man came by our table and said, "I'm so happy to have folks from our parent company here tonight. I have a special table in the theater for you. Please follow me and we'll serve you dessert in the theater." A good table turned out to be the front table on the far right side. The promised dessert was a chocolate concoction with ice cream on top of big chocolate brownie cookies, with delicious syrup over all of it. The platter was served with a spoon and napkin for each of us. Several magicians were working through the crowd, doing various tricks for each table, while we ate,. Just as our empty dessert tray was removed, there was an explosion on our table. The guy named Merlin was standing on our table. I wonder how he got there. He was wearing his pointy hat and looked crazed. There was another explosion, and his wife, Missy, also appeared on the table. That was really awesome, since I remember how she looked in a sexy gown this morning, and the bare top peek I got earlier. There was a third explosion that encircled our table, and I felt a weight on my lap. When the smoke cleared, Mercy was sitting on my lap. She softly asked, "Did you save me any wings?" Loud enough for the theater to hear, she said, "Will you put me down or put me on the stage?" My chair rose with us on it, and drifted over near the stage, back toward our table, then to the middle of the stage." Mercy hopped off my lap and looked at the audience while directing me, "Go get those other two. I don't know if you can carry both of them at the same time." I rose on the chair and swooped right up to Missy, taking her legs from beneath her to sit on my lap. I was thinking we would go right to the stage, but she asked in a loud voice. "Do you have a strong forefinger?" What do you say to that? Missy said, "Stick it up and let me see." I stuck it straight up in the air, and Missy batted it and tried to make it go down, and it didn't. She told me to hold my forefinger in the air and remain still. Missy took her wand out and waved it in a circle, causing Merlin to whirl around until he was upside down, holding out his finger the same way I was. With a wave and point of the wand, Merlin came and placed his finger on mine, and we were then transported to the stage with him balanced on my finger. On the stage, Merlin twirled and landed on his feet. Missy was still sitting on my lap when Mercy yelled, "Enough of that, Mother, that man has a whole table of women. What is it? Do you want to find out what he has?" Missy was elevated from my lap and placed on Merlin's shoulder. Mercy turned to me, and with a threat in her voice, said, "You encouraged her. You enticed my mother to play with you in front of my father. What kind of person are you?" I was hoping this was all show until Mercy said, "Get out of here, now!" I was being hurled toward a solid wall of at least two thicknesses of concrete block when I suddenly stopped. Mercy said, "No, come back here so we can humiliate you. I'll make you squirm and embarrass you for enticing my mother." I didn't know whether or not this was a good thing. I was afraid Mercy might have a mean streak. They did a lot of great magic with cards and some knives that just flat disappeared, then reappeared sticking into a watermelon on stage. So far, I figured this was some simple mass hypnosis, but these people were pros. I felt very strange when Mercy and Missy were doing their mindreading thing. Mercy waved her wand and her mother and father were high above the stage. Mercy said, "I have some unfinished business over here. Let's see, it was you in the center." I was raised, brought to the stage, and centered. Mercy said, "This is going to take too much time, so just hold onto your hats." All five women were instantly surrounding me. Mercy gave a devilish laugh, "These five all think they have found a man among men in this one. How silly. What do you think audience, can this man satisfy all of these women?"'' Mercy walked between me and the ladies, and asked each lady, "Do you think this man can satisfy all of you women in one night?" Each of the women said I could, although I didn't know how this would happen. "Sal," Missy yelled, "Go and make all of these women cry uncle. Your friends love you, all of you, go." This was weird as we were suddenly sitting in Jenny's Expedition. I suggested, "How about we go back to the patio for one last drink, and then decide how to spend our Saturday night?" We had our drink with the others, and told them about the great, crazy, and mean, mean magicians we had experienced. We drove back to Jenny's carport where I proposed, "Since I can guess that none of your children are expecting you home tonight, come to my place and we'll have some ice cream, fruit, and some booze I have discovered." At my place, we watched TV in the living room for a while, then a little more in the bedroom, until we were all snuggled up together, sound asleep. Some time between two and three in the morning, everyone in bed seemed to shift. With six of us in the king-sized bed, there wasn't much room if we didn't spoon. I was on the outside and needed the bathroom. I slid from bed and stood over the pot for the next ten minutes, unloading gallons, or so it seemed. I was coming back into the bedroom and met Marilyn on her way into the bathroom. She quickly kissed me and went in. There was a glow from the clock radio that lit up the bed. With two of us out of the bed, Suki had moved on top of Janet, and was actually nursing on her now exposed breasts. Janet must have liked that, as she was holding Suki's head to her. Not wanting to disturb what was happening on the bed; I sat in one of the nice reading chairs and watched. It was exciting to see the two ladies pleasure each other. I was watching the activity on the bed when Marilyn came back in and stood beside me, smoothing my short hair as if petting a cat. She leaned down to kiss me and I realized she didn't have a top on, and looking closer, discovered her total nudity. There's nothing bashful about Marilyn. She pulled my T-shirt over my head before kneeling at my feet and grasping my shorts, pulling them off in one pull. The view of the two girls playing had me as rigid as a broom handle. Marilyn dipped her head and managed what I hadn't experienced before. She swallowed me whole. I'm just a fraction over seven inches, but really thick. Probably not Coke can size, but not much less. Marilyn was like that song from the sixties about knowing an old lady who swallowed a goat, just opened her throat and swallowed the goat, imagine that. That was the way Marilyn swallowed me. She rose and told me, "Another time, right now I want more of you inside me. Do you want me to get something for protection, or have we cooked the goose already?" I pulled Marilyn up to me and confessed, "I've been bare for every one of you. If one of you has something, we all do now." She whispered, "That's what I thought. We've all wanted this too much to have some barrier between us and nirvana. Sit back, I'm going to sit on you." Marilyn didn't waste time and slid up and down partially until she was able to drop completely on me. She was grunting and moaning in very little time. Her shaking and shivering boosted my ego another couple of hundred points, knowing that a lady was continuously cumming on me. As Marilyn stopped moving up and down on me, she leaned back and turned her face for kisses. She said, "I'm going to be doing something like that a lot. I really like that feeling." There was a form over us, a tall, lithe lady who leaned down and kissed Marilyn. It was Rita, who asked, "How about swapping? I'm more than ready after having those two eating around on each other. I'm surprised that Jenny's not awake. If she wakes up, Marilyn, go get a bunch of towels. I hope someone put plastic sheets on your bed, Sal." I remembered how much liquid Jenny could expel. She was really an amazingly hot and orgasmic explosive lady. The chair I was sitting on didn't have arms, so Rita straddled me face to face. She kissed me on her way down until her strokes allowed her to sink to her maximum depth. Rita moaned, "You are so fat. I love the feeling of fullness. I so hope none of us are going to have pregnancy issues or you will be a new father in short order. As it is, one of us is bound to want your progeny. Now let me satisfy my itch before the Polynesian beauty wants some. She's priming Janet right now. I hope Janet wants more of you." Rita was talkative tonight and was kissing me while fucking, but also gave a continuous monologue that was fun, sexy, and entertaining, while keeping me on the edge. After about twenty minutes, she leaned her head to my shoulder and whispered, "No more, I can't remember ever coming so much. You're going to be worn out with all of us constantly wanting you. Eat your Wheaties, Stud." As Rita was being pulled off me by Suki, Janet was putting her leg over me to assume the perch Rita had been in. The formerly hesitant woman kissed me passionately as she worked herself down on me. She hugged me tightly as she moved her hips to slide me in and out, coming in contact with her clitoris. "Oh yeah, oh yeah, so good, I'm cumming, oh yeah, more, oh yeah." There was something about Janet's pussy that was exciting, and I had to really hold on to the hope that I can get through all five women. Janet finally collapsed against me kissing my neck, cheek, and lips. She softly told me that she wanted a whole lot more of our loving. As Janet slowly stood, pulling free of my inflated excitement, Suki pulled me toward the bed. "I want you to fuck me, really fuck me. I'm dying to be pounded into the bed by someone so loving and gentle. Do it inside me, get all worked up, and squirt me all over. Fuck me, Sal." My goodness, the tiniest, and the one who wasn't going to be fuckable, was devouring me. I didn't have to machine gun her, but kept a steady thump that was a near slam as she was holding my hips and pulling me hard into her. She thankfully wore down fast, and held me in her as she shuddered through a last orgasm. I made it through almost all of them and hadn't come yet. I was feeling pretty good about everything when Jenny began kissing and pulling me toward her. She loudly whispered to me, "Make love to me, all of me. I can already feel the towels under me. Please, make love to me." We kissed until I was heading south into some mostly unexplored and untamed territory. I love the way a pussy smells when it's excited. The few I've been this close to almost made me come in my pants. Jenny was really moaning, almost crying, with her hips bouncing off the bed as I tried to keep in contact with what I thought she wanted. I was sucking on that very large bump she had, when the finger I had been using to penetrate her went in the wrong hole. Her butthole sucked my finger right in, and it caused her insides to come shooting out of her in gushes. There was much more than urine and it sure didn't taste like it. The juices were soaking my face and hair as I kept her at this peak emotion. She squirted and squirted until she pushed my face away, "No more, no more, oh, Sal, fuck me, that's almost too much. Fuck me now, fill me up, and make me a baby." I had only given her about five solid strokes when she made that nutty request. Something goes "tilt" when a woman says that, and gallons and gallons of what I produced flooded her insides where all that juice had been expelled. Jenny had been dessert. All of the women were wonderfully hot and exciting. All of them gave of themselves to me and I could have come with any one of them, from the first one on, but Jenny just mesmerized me with her tasty gushing and caused me to unload all I had saved up. I think she felt something as well, as she held my head and gently kissed me. Now that was something. The girls were pulling the wet towels from under Jenny as Rita washed my face. Suki was drying me and kissing me, as she kept whispering, "You did us all, you did all of us. I'm going to tell Mercy what a stud you are." Actually, I almost wanted to line them and try to take them all on again. This was one of the greatest sexual feelings I think I will ever have. Somehow we were all lined up in bed again and I was spooning with Rita in front of me. As she casually wiggled to get comfortable, she raised a leg and completely slid me into her creamy center. I was smiling, as the others might have objected to Rita getting some more stimulation. ------- Chapter 10 These women were a riot in the morning. All of them woke up full of mischief. I was actually able to line them up, leaning over the bed propped up on their hands, and give all of them a decent come as they laughed and joked, while harassing me to fuck them harder. When I asked who wanted the load, all five knelt at my feet looking up at me. Suki stuck her tongue out, Janet had her mouth wide open like the porno movies, and Janet gave the head a couple of sucks. When she felt the good stuff coming, she pulled me out and jerked me off over all five of their faces and breasts. The women were laughing, kissing, and smearing my juices all over each other. Suki and Jenny seemed to want to suck the most up, but all of them had a good taste. We finally were able to shower and get dressed so they could go back to their individual places. I was starved and told the girls that I needed food. We were all going to get in Jenny's cart, when Rita asked what I wanted for breakfast. I spoke up, "I want a Texas-sized steak, hash browns, and half dozen eggs, sunny side up. Milk and coffee on the side." It was Janet that spoke first, "Come on, let's get some coffee on the patio and go over to Park Place Diner. They always have good steaks." The girls all seemed to agree, so we went to the patio with the women and some of their kids. Grenaline was sneaky and waited until the car was jammed then sat on my lap. The vixen was tempting the way she was trying to push one of her T-shirt covered nipples into my mouth the whole way over to the patio. Suki saw her and reached over and pinched her other nipple. "Ooh, don't hurt them, Suki, you can kiss them if you want." Oh man, this young kid was going to be, or was she already a handful? Actually, she looked to be two handfuls. I love these people. They are fun to be with, sexy, and so crazy. We had some coffee and told everyone our plans. I saw Suki and Marilyn corner Mercy and all three of them burst into laughter. Women just can't keep anything to themselves. As we were leaving, Mercy came near me and whispered, "Did 'em all twice, huh? You stud you." Who needs advertising? Just tell a woman. Park Place Diner was on the end of a long building of dining and entertainment. The far end was named just Park Place and I was told it was a very special restaurant with all forms of Italian fare. The middle was a crazed pool hall bar that served great pizza, wings, hamburgers, and all kinds of sandwiches. Their most important product was cold beer. Between the pool hall bar and the fancy restaurant was very nice lounge and bar. Sort of something between the two worlds and a place for customers to wait until a table opened up in the main dining room. I was told they had some of the best shrimp, clams, and oysters around, along with other great hors d'oeuvres, but this morning we went to the far right end that was painted in the traditional black and white diner motif. What I found surprising was the size of the place. They had to be able to seat and serve close to two hundred easily. It was a good thing, as the place was packed. The wait to be seated for ten people wasn't very long. Janet's Donna and Jenny's Jeff had other things to do this morning, so they didn't come. As it was, getting the tables put together for ten of us was surprisingly fast. I liked the fact that the ladies brought their kids along all the time. It told me they were loving families. I told the waitress it was one check to me only. Jenny wanted to use the company card, but I insisted. Hell, I had money from the card games that would last me a long time. I had a big sixteen ounce sirloin that would have made any Texan happy to eat. It was extremely tender. The hash browns were excellent and the half dozen eggs went great with the toast. I had orange juice to begin with, followed by a couple of glasses of milk. I think we all overate just a little. It was decided that we all had things to do to get ready for the week. I needed some additional conversation with Dennis, Donny, or Sandy. Not knowing whether they would still be at the patio, I drove up there. Donny was sitting back in a big lounge chair with Gerry on his lap. This sure is a friendly place. I came up and sat with them. Donny said, "Get some coffee and we'll clue you in on some of the neat stuff we're experimenting with." I asked if I could get some for them, but they didn't want anything. Both said they were almost over full. They didn't have a corner on that feeling. When I sat across from them, it was Gerry that launched into their recent accomplishments. She told me about a series of composites for various uses. She really had my attention when she said she had a bulletproof composite that was being tested in Afghanistan. I gave a mental prayer for my brother. She said they had been able to create a very light composite that was being used to build a new military aircraft. The composite didn't give off a radar signature, and was going to be tested again soon. Donny commented that this is one of the pieces of equipment I would be creating test software for first. They were going to rent a wind tunnel and compare those results with what we could simulate with the new computer system to establish a baseline. They wanted the comparison in order to be assured we would have accurate information. My mind was diving through all the known experimental software for tests such as this, and whether I had any in my private stash. I thought that some of my special accelerator software might apply and some of my wind turbine software could probably help. Donny continued about some of the metallurgical advances they were working on, along with the creation of a new form of wind generator material that would have a multitude of other uses. Donny pointed out of the patio, toward the small wind generators throughout the park. Every watt of power used in the park was generated by the small wind driven devices. Gerry said, "A man who is now in Costa Rica came up with the higher output generators as sort of a hobby. He has created several other pieces of equipment that are also superior in their applications. Donny talked about several experimental gasoline and diesel engines they were creating for light aircraft. Gerry said, "We even have various engine designs built using a special ceramic. We are close, but we are still busting parts. Donny said, "Test model Nancy has been chugging for over a week. She might be the one." Gerry explained each generation test model was named using the next letter of the alphabet. She said she expected to be using AA soon. Donny had to tickle her over that. My mind raced once again, thinking about how I could solve a lot of density and hardening questions about a specific product. I was getting more excited by the second. Gerry said, "The new aircraft is the most important project on the table right now. We need to be able to configure armament on it for a test demonstration as soon as we have all of the wind tunnel testing complete." Donny complained, "We created, or rather Wes created, the small version that was tested a lot more than most products so that it could be used as a remote controlled drone. Sal, let me tell you, the people who bought our little drones were running out of here with the planes. Jeff, our fiberglass guy who works with Gerry and me on composite creation, thinks Gerry's best product yet is the clear bulletproof composite. Did you see the sheet of clear composite with bullets in it? That's a fifty caliber round at fifty yards; the round would have still been at near max velocity for that test." Gerry said, "We're working on a lot of little projects too, but those are the biggies today. Oh yeah, we are also working on solar panels. We have four kinds being tested in Costa Rica right now. We have four more in our solar field out back. Each group of test panels is measured independently, with the hope of finding a material that is the best collector, and can also be cheap to manufacture. China is dumping cheap solar panels on us right now, but they are of such poor quality that it takes three times as many panels to generate hardly any power, and they also break down quickly. Their materials are not very good or stable. You might be able to help on that project." I told the two, "This isn't a huge facility. You've just told me about multiple projects that are worthy of some of the biggest labs. You guys are amazing." While wiggling on Donny, Gerry said, "Not really. Steve tells us just to look for answers. He doesn't even tell us what his questions are. Everything we have created so far is a research discovery due to taking products farther than just an initial use. Our military vehicles are so good, that a manufacturer attempted to steal all of our patent material. If those guys want it, you know it's good. But will they buy it, and let us make money by providing the panels? Hell no and no. Jeff, Cash, Abe, Donny, and I are creating a total composite vehicle that will withstand damn near anything. As soon as the aircraft can be flown for a demo, we are going to demo our vehicles again. I'll show you some video of our demos, but seeing them in person will make you a believer. Wait until you watch a fighter scream in and shoot one of our trucks with a rocket. A crew runs out, replaces the tires, and drives it off. The last time, we had a tank fire three rounds at the same Humvee looking truck. Same deal, but that one only had two blown tires. Well, the impact and explosions rolled it a few times because it's light, but the only damage was the two tires." Donny interrupted, "Be fair now, and tell them that a couple of the trucks ended up with bent frames that made their operation awkward." "That's why we're now building the whole thing out of composites. The only metal is going to be the engine, unless Nancy is the answer." I was so astounded that I was almost laughing. Donny grinned at me, "I was the same way when Gerry began teaching me all of her discoveries with composites. She's used metals in totally unconventional ways. Since I've moved up here, we've both finally finished our PhDs, but I don't think the last of our education helped us create anything. This little Texas and Oklahoma filly is about as sharp as you'd ever find. Her good looks got her this far because she had to go dancin' in a titty bar to get a stake in order to work for this company. Everything that happens around here is hard work and stumbling into something. Steve says it's taking advantage of opportunities, but there's something magical about the place, and I don't mean the feisty Mercy and Missy." Gerry giggled, "We all heard about what Mercy did with you. She really makes you believe it's happening right then, doesn't she? She is really funny. She and her mom are mental. They can read minds and I think they can get into your head and listen to you, nosing around to see what you're thinking." Donny had his head back in an "Oh no" expression, "Gerry believes in all of that mental stuff. She even says Mercy's kids are mental. The way the triplets sit in a little group looks strange. They'll sit there and just stare into space. Gerry thinks they're talking mentally. I think they're faking everyone out." These two were fun, but I had a question and had to run, "What do you guys wear to work, shirts and ties, or is a knit shirt and slacks all right?" Donny and Gerry both were laughing. Donny settled the question, "Hell no. If I had to wear a tie, I'd be down the road. First of all, we have to work to get Gerry into clothes." That got Donny a deep bruise on his arm. "Second, the boss wears jeans and boots with a T-shirt, western shirt, and sometimes a nice looking knit shirt. If he's dressed up, it's some western cut pants, a nice shirt, and boots. He sometimes wears brogans, but it's boots, or maybe tennis shoes if he's on the way to one of his boats. So what I'm telling you is, don't show up like some fashion model. If you need a shirt for a pocket protector full of pens like me, run down to Sears or Penney's and buy some short sleeve shirts with pockets. You'll want to wear one of the fancy lab coats for some projects we have, but most of all, be comfortable. You're going to be assembling stuff for a few days, so you should probably wear damn near workout clothes. Again, go to Penney's or Sears and get some work pants you won't mind getting cut up. Get some of those pants with the big pockets so you can carry a lot of junk with you. Something like military fatigue pants. Sue came strolling over to us with a Coke or Diet Coke in her hand. "Did I hear someone say fatigue pants?" Donny answered Sue, "I was telling Sal that those would be ideal while he's putting his equipment together. He needs some short sleeve shirts to go with them." Sue said, "Do you a have few minutes? I want you to come over to our test sewing room. They're working today to make some samples for our sales team. I'll bet they have exactly what you need. Come on." I felt a little funny riding in Sue's cart over to the Quality Wear factory. She went right to a second floor sewing room where there had to be three dozen women messing with various garments, with several of them on forms. Sue said, "I've brought the exact size you girls need to sample. He's going to tell you something we may want to sample for some of the retail stores. Go on, tell them, Sal." "Ah, a couple of us were talking about what would be the ideal clothing for me to wear while doing the construction of some sophisticated electronic racks and computers. I would need lots of pockets like fatigue pants, but also a short sleeve shirt with pockets. I guess I should say without flaps, as most fatigue shirts have flaps. I use a pocket protector to carry lots of unnecessary pens and pencils, along with my ever ready slide rule. I'm a nerd and need to look like one." One of the girls who was hidden, said, "I'm going to ask for a nerd for my birthday if I can get one like that." Sue gave a silly grin and challenged them, "See if you can come up with the right weight of pants and shirt for this guy. He's an employee, so I can make him stay until he falls over. Be nice, Ladies, and I'll be back for him in a couple of hours." Holy shit, Sue was leaving me in a room with about three dozen women. It felt like it must be a hundred degrees in this room; not nearly as cool as it felt when I first came in. A lady in her forties said, "Don't let these women scare you. Most of them are all mouth. Hmmm, maybe I shouldn't say it that way with this bunch; they are all talk for the most part. So are the regular weight pants okay, or do they need to be a lighter weight?" She held up two pair of pants. One was decidedly heavier. I asked, "Can I try on the lighter weight pants? They might be good for a long day, as long as they are strong enough to hold up with me being on my knees a lot." The lady told me, "I'm Gladys, and yes, these pants are made from some new material we're experimenting with. It's tough as nails. I'd really like to see how they hold up to the kind of work you're going to be doing. Let me measure you." Gladys had me get on this round platform and took a seamstress' cloth measuring tape and put it around my waist. She measured my inseam next, and while pushing into my stuff, discovered my obviously commando state. She looked up at me and winked. She asked, "Do you know your size? Let's compare." I told her thirty-thirty and she nodded. She asked how about my shirt size. "I wear a medium short sleeve, and I prefer fitted. If they're long sleeve, it's usually a medium long." She told me, "Most fatigue shirts today are worn outside the pants, but we're now going to experiment for the retail market, and use that knowledge for the military. From what you've said, you would want cargo pockets. What do you think; one big set or two smaller sets? A lot of guys say they hook the lower ones on stuff all the time." "Gee, I was thinking the four regular pockets are always good, but also with the bigger cargo pockets that aren't that low." "What do you think, Honey, should the pockets be more toward the front or on the sides. How about we make one of each and you experiment for us. Your size is the same as most of our samples. We have the average samples and the big guy samples. You'd swim in the big guy stuff. It's for about a six two, six four guy who weighs two-thirty to two fifty." "Wow, that's big." "It sure is, Honey." Gladys pushed me toward what looked like a fitting room. "Try these on first to see how they feel and if you like the pockets." I pulled my boots off and changed pants. I put my boots back on and stepped out of the fitting room. The pants seemed long, but I went out wearing the them. Gladys looked at the fit and announced, "Yep, thirty/thirty; these need some length cut off and hemmed. Now walk around in them Sal. Grab some stuff and shove it in your pockets to see how it feels." These pockets were sort of fifty-fifty between the side and front. It was a good mix. I was thinking that if anything, they could be more to the side. The pockets were at the right height as my hands flopped down on the flap, perfect height placement. I told Gladys, "I like the weight of the material. It feels like I could work in them comfortably all day. They don't seem too hot or cool. I like the pocket height, it's perfect. I think the pockets could be just a little more to the side." Gladys nodded and called out, "Shirley, come here. You were right about the pockets. Sal, take these off and Shirley will put them more toward the side, oh and Shirley, hem them for thirty inches." Shirley gave me a crooked grin, "Need some help getting out of those?" Gladys told the young lady, "Keep your hands off S&S property." And to me she pointed at the fitting room, "Go change into these pants to try them, Honey." I put another pair of pants on that really felt comfortable. These didn't have cargo pockets and appeared to be made of some expensive material. I walked out holding the other pants, and ran into Shirley. She giggled, "You don't have to knock me down to get at me. I'll go willingly." We both laughed as a few women nearby groaned at the exchange. I found Gladys and told her, "I don't think I'm giving these pants back. They really feel great and fit very well." Gladys had some scissors in her hand as she pulled the fabric out and attempted poke holes in it. She used the scissors to attempt cutting it and nothing happened. I was really surprised. She said, "This is some new experimental material. You can keep these to see how they wear. Come see me every week and try to wear them a couple of times a week. We made them a light charcoal so they would go with anything. Wash them like anything else. If the crease comes out, bring them back. If they wrinkle bring them back. We'll question you on how you washed and wore them." I had to ask, "How did you cut them to sew?" She casually said, "Easy, laser." "And how did you sew them" "More lasers. The pockets are the same material, only white. These are sewn with our latest lasers. That is, we laser holes for the stitching and then use a laser-aligned needle to sew the seams. You'll be working on some of our stuff in R&D. See, S&S is into a lot of things." Now I was impressed. Shirley came back with the fatigue pants, "Try these on and put this shirt on with them. I want to see how they look together." I put the pants and shirt on, leaving the neat pants in the fitting room. The shirt was comfortable and had two pockets, but they had flaps. Out in the work room, Shirley was standing farther from the door this time. I stuck my hands out and turned around in a circle. "Shirley said the pants are right and the shirt matches perfectly. Sometimes the digital designs don't blend real well. What do you think of the shirt?" "I'm not into the flaps on the pockets, but the rest is nice." Shirley came up to me and tucked a flap down into the pocket. It fit perfectly and didn't look like a flap tucked in. She said, "The military would probably gig you on one tucked in, but this realistically is for the civilian market. But who knows, one of the services or other countries might like it. How do you like it?" "It feels good. The material is light and comfortable, and seems to give as I move." Gladys came over, "The shirt is out of the same material as the fancy pants. We're working on fatigue pants made of that. We'll have to get the cost down first, and then it's going to be tough to make enough." "Gladys, do you want me to take this shirt too?" "Yeah, Sal, take that one and the one Shirley's trying to hand you. Watch out, Sal, her husband is overseas right now, and she could probably use some company. Smack her hand if she gets fresh." I smiled and told her I would think good thoughts for her husband. The little girl pulled me down to kiss my cheek. "Thanks, I worry about him. He'll be back, though; I know him, and he'll be fine." That woman had a good attitude. I know how tough it is, as my brother's wife is at home raising their kids while worrying about him. Every time I thought of my brother, I tried to think a good thought to keep him safe. Gladys said, "I'm going to use you some more, but you've made the decision on the pants for us. I'm interested in how hot those new pants get when wearing them all day. You might try some boxers with them as they are cool and kind of the way you like them." She winked at me again. So I was standing there in fatigue pants and shirt, holding another shirt. Gladys said, "Get your jeans, new pants, and shirt. Wear those out to get in Sue's cart. By the time you're out there, she'll be waiting." "She is always exactly on time. Tell her the pants are the way we're going to market them, both ways. She'll understand. Leave your pocket tucked in so she can see how we did it. Thanks, Sal, we'll see you again soon. We need the model." Wow, me a model. Me, the nerd, not someone ever likely to be a model. I folded my clothes up and walked out in front of the building. Sue's cart came up, did a U-turn, and parked. She looked at me, "I like it. The pockets are higher and sort of cocked to the front. The shirt is just what I thought. It's in the new material, isn't it? I see you have a pair of the pants and another shirt that will go with the grey pants. So what do you think of my R&D department?" I had to smile at her, "They're all neat, but you're a slave driver to have them in there on a Sunday." Sue protested, No way. Those babes will be spending a week in Costa Rica or in Key West for putting the show together for us. They don't know it yet, but they know I always reward them with time off. They've put together over a hundred garments for this show coming up. We're demoing several new materials and a whole new cutting and sewing process. One of our cart plant managers who used to be in R&D here came up with the cutting method. Dennis took one look at it and was sewing the material better than a seamstress. We are using some of the most sophisticated lasers made. This is just shy of production line clothing. Can you imagine, people loading up materials on big rollers and pushing a button. On the other end, pants and shirts come out perfectly sewn in whatever size you program in. That's where it's going. I'll have to find work for all of those women. Actually, we'll sew more fashions." Every time you turned around, there was some kind of new innovation around these people. I wonder if that is the same in all of the different departments and plant types. I told Sue, "I missed lunch and was wondering what you guys do for supper. I'm going to have to hunt for a snack at home." Sue looked sheepish, "I'm sorry, I didn't think about you not having lunch. It's a long time until supper, at least a couple of hours. We usually have pizza, wings, and calzones on Sunday night, but that doesn't help you now. I think there's some chili left. Want some that Mercy doctored up? It's pretty hot. They made a lot extra for Chuck, but he and Lisa had to go to Costa Rica for something." "That would be great, Sue. Let me take these clothes home so I can wear them tomorrow." Sue thought a second, "I'd really like you to wear them and show them off for me. Tell you what, I'll call over and have them make you another fatigue pants and shirt, so you'll have two. They'll bitch because they will have to get the laser up again. Stay here, though, and eat that sizzling chili. Heat it up in the microwave." I heard Sue call the experimental department as I scooped out a big bowl of the special chili. I tasted it and it was fire hot, but delicious. It could use heating up, so I was figuring out how the microwave worked when one of Chuck's women came over to show me how. The beautiful, super well-built Gina came to my rescue. Man, being around all of these great looking women was going to be tough. I took the chili and some crackers out to a table by the bar. I pulled a beer, thinking that ought to be all right. The chili was delicious and I was only half done eating when the tall Kathy came out the door with a silly grin on her face. She said, "I smell chili, my special chili. Are you eating Chuck's chili?" Kathy was walking a little funny and saw me noticing. She grinned and patted between her legs, "Just got an injection for what ails me. I could have had two, but that sneaky Mercy wanted some. She'll be out in a minute. I had to help." That was intriguing and interesting. I wonder what all they were doing. I didn't have to wait long. I had only one more bite of the chili before Mercy came out with a bed head and a dreamy look on her face. She was grinning at Kathy and told her, "Thanks for the push over the top." She kissed Kathy as Kathy ran her hand up Mercy's loose shorts, brought her hand back out, and licked something creamy off her fingers. Kathy smacked her lips, "Yum, right from the source." Mercy really shocked me when she sat in my lap and said, "Feed me some of that. I'm well-fucked and now I'm hungry," Sue came up and pinched one of Mercy's prominent nipples. "Get off his lap. The man's just been teased for the last couple of hours over in experimental, and I'm sure he has a hardon in those pants. Don't make him come and mess them up." Mercy wiggled around and said, "Ooh, more good juice. Come on, Kathy, help me get the pants off this guy and we'll suck it out of him." I was rolling my eyes at this attention, when Steve came out, buckling his pants. He looked at Mercy in my lap with Kathy's hand up her shorts, and said, "Well, Sal, I guess you're going to have to give them some or disappoint them." Kathy said, "I just wanted some of the chili we saved for Chuck." Mercy said, "Me too, I thought it was perfectly all right to tease this man so he takes care of his women tonight." Steve asked, "How about a fresh cold beer? These women will make your beer go flat all of the time." He brought me a beer, but Mercy still didn't get up and was now almost sprawled back with Kathy's hand up her shorts. Mercy was moaning as if she was coming. When I looked really startled, Steve said, "I'm not the jealous type. We sort of do some fooling around sometimes. The girls are acting like it should be Friday or Saturday night and hot tub time. You'll have to join us one night; you will enjoy yourself unless you don't like nasty sex." Kathy said, "That's when we girls sample all of the available dick. Just think, you could line us up and go right through all of us." Mercy told those around us, "He just did that this morning as a wake up. The girls said the stud did all five of them last night, and did them all again this morning. I wish I could have been there, since that nasty Marilyn said he squirted over all five of them." Now I was really red. I suggested to Mercy, "Why don't you go sit on Steve's lap for a while? See if you can get him interested. I'd like to eat this bowl of chili and have another." Mercy turned and kissed me as if we were going to do it right there on the table, using a lot of tongue. She pulled back, smiled and said, "I'll let someone else entertain you." As soon as she stood up, the feisty little redhead sat on my lap, "Oh boy, you got him primed. Let me taste him." She kissed me as enthusiastically as Mercy, and in a couple of seconds, her eyes popped open and she jumped up holding her mouth. "You son-of-a-bitch, God damn, that is so fucking hot, I gotta have some fucking ice; damn that's hot." Mercy was laughing as the little redhead dove around the bar. There was the big guy I knew to be Charlie, the redhead's husband, laughing. "See, you strumpet, you want to tease a guy and he's hotter than you." The girl came back and I asked, "Since we've been intimate, shouldn't I know your name"?" The big guy began laughing again, along with Steve. "I thought I told you that she is Shawna, the number one," I said, "Genuine redheaded." Charlie finished, "Biker bitch." Now all of us were laughing. I told them, "No, she only introduced me to the patch that tells all she's a genuine redhead." More laughter erupted as big Tiny and his wife came in and began drawing beer. Henry came in minutes later, and I met his wife, Nancy. She was big, but sexy. She had something about her that said she was fun. I'm pretty sure Henry thought so too. More and more people came. Kathy took my bowl and brought another heated up bowl back. "You've eaten it all. We'll have to make some more now that we have a hot chili enthusiast. We'll have pizza of all kinds later. We have some giant crushed hot pepper shakers to go with the pizza." I looked across at Steve and told him, "I've only been here a couple of days, and they have been all play days, but they have been fun. I'm looking forward to going to work. I'll bet it's as much fun." Tiny told me, "That's the way we work here. We have fun. When we get a little out of sorts, we go fishing, go hunting, go boating, or just find our women and go to bed. We're in this for the long haul, and will be damn sure to live long enough to enjoy it. Enjoy us, Sal, and enjoy yourself." I was eating and nodding while Shawna was talking to the other little redhead. She was pointing to me and giving a kissing motion. The other redhead came up to me with her hands on her hips. She said, "Shawna says you're such a hot kisser that you'll make me cream my shorts. That's not going to be tough, because Hank just got done creamin' em for me. So give me a lip lock, Buddy." "May I ask your name if I'm going to perform an intimate act with you?" "Oh my, they told me you are a PhD. You even talk like it. I'm a better redheaded biker bitch than that thing crawling around on my man, trying to tease him and piss me off. I'm Debbie and don't you forget it." I had been trying to keep her from kissing me, but she pressed her mouth on mine to the laughter of Kathy and Mercy. It was a repeat. Debbie's eyes popped open; she jumped up with her hand over her mouth and desperately looked around. I still had half a beer. She drained it. Tiny had about a half and she drained it, and then went on to Henry's. She sat back on my lap and said, "Now that is one of the hottest kisses I've ever had. I'll get you for that, Shawna. You won't see it coming either." Wow, there's never a dull moment around here. Debbie put her arms around my neck and kissed my cheek. "You were trying to warn me and I just went ahead. I'll kiss you good when your lips aren't on fire." She got up and went to Hank. I was getting everyone's name down. Jim and his wife came in and pulled beers. The place was winding up for a last gasp on a Sunday night." I began to hear music coming from the house and walked in and saw a bunch of kids, a guy in a wheelchair, a big black guy with a guitar, and an old black guy at a keyboard. Bonita, the girl music wonder, had an electric guitar and was experimenting with some music that sounded like Santana stuff. I looked over at the babies to see how they felt about the music. Some were sleeping, some were trying to crawl, and some were on their backs laughing as people lay down to play with them. Darn, I love this place. The older lady who had been with Steve in the mornings asked, "How are you enjoying the place, Sal?" I remembered her name at the last second, "Great, Glenda, the whole place and all of the people make me feel like they're my family." "They do get to you, don't they?" "Glenda, you said you were going to introduce me to your husband. Is he here?" That was the right thing to ask, and she just glowed as she took my hand, almost dragged me down the single step, and led me to a glider. Glenda introduced me, "Martin, this is the boy I was telling you about, the computer guy, Sal." Martin was about to get up, but I held my left hand up to stop him and stuck out my right. "Nice to meet you, Martin. I'm looking forward to knowing you better. You guys, seniors that is, are just full of great ideas and information. You can reminisce with me any time you want. I'm always interested in the experiences of others." Another older guy in the next glider said, "Now you've done it. That old coot will be bending your ear for years. If you want to hear and learn something of value, come down to the shop and I'll show you how machinery works." I stood in front of the couple and stuck my hand out, "I'd sure like to do that, Sir. My name is Sal Feeny." I held my left hand up again to keep the man down. "I'm Abe, and this lovely is my wife, Alice." The man leaned over and kissed his wife, who blushed after what I could imagine was a lot of years. "Nice to meet you, Abe and Alice. It's really nice to see such a mix of people. I met Glenda drinking coffee the other morning, so she is kind of first for me." Abe said, "That's the way it started with Steve. They began having coffee together early in the morning in a little unscreened patio, and look what has happened." I was smiling when I said, "It looks and feels like a family reunion every night. There is so much companionship coming from everyone that I don't know who to hug first." Alice almost giggled, "Well, Sal, Honey, if you want to start hugging, Glenda and I will help you practice, before you work your way through all of these other lovely ladies. If you hug some of those boys over there, they might take it a little differently, if you know what I mean." Glenda laughed, "Yes, we even have some boys who like boys, and an overabundance of girls who seem to like girls." It was Abe who made a joke, "Yep, and they and that are fun to watch." Alice slugged him on the shoulder and exclaimed. "Oh, you dirty old man, see if you get any tonight." Abe grinned and winked at me. I waved goodbye and began looking for my Fearsome Five. They weren't difficult to find, since they were talking to a bunch of girls that I recognized as all being Chuck's women. Three of my new friends split off and tugged me over to talk with Chuck's women. A tiny black lady asked, "How do you like it here so far? According to rumor, you have some new friends." "I was just thinking of my Fearsome Five." The tall girl I knew as Frieda said, "Yep, the Fab Five, the Fickle Five, the Funny Five, and sometimes the Frumpy Five." I was laughing, but confused. While pointing out girls, Brandy said, "Nancy, Judy, Tiani, Frieda, and me are Chuck's original Fab Five. He comes up with another name for us all the time, but he loves us just the same. I hope you have as good a time with your five as we do. I think your ladies are a lot like us." I saw Brandy wink at Jenny who blushed. Abe may know something about the female makeup out here. Marilyn told me, "I hear you were being really teased by some of Steve's women until Shawna and Debby took over. I'm glad that didn't make you mad. They tend to get a little heavy-handed sometimes." "They were just funning me." I softly said toward my ladies, "They said they were getting me ready for you. Mercy seemed to know all about last night and this morning." Suki slapped her mouth with her hand, "Oops, we got caught bragging." Rita helped, "Where'd you get the new duds. That looks suspiciously like you spent the afternoon with Sue in the experimental design sewing shop." "No, Sue left me in Gladys' capable hands. She was using me to check on where pockets should be." That was the exact instant that Shirley came up to me with a package. "This is the other shirt we made for you, Sal. All of us girls would love to have you back. Back under us, that is." The woman giggled until Rita asked, "Did you get Tony's permission to try out some new home remedy relief?" Shirley sighed, "No, but it doesn't hurt to daydream. He'll be home in two more months and as you know, I can wait. It should be 'I can't wait', but I'm a good wife and I can wait. He better not take off again soon or he's going to have to find me a toy." She held her hand up, "I'm wearing my fingers to the bone." All the girls were laughing, but this was a girls' conversation, not meant for a guy to hear. Shirley moved away and said, "I'm eating all the calzones tonight, and sending Tony a picture of my swollen belly. That'll get him home fast." Janet asked me, "So after a couple of days here, how do you like it?" "Really great, Janet, and not just the fun with you guys. You five have made my first days here something special. The work week is starting, and we'll not be able to be as crazy, but I'll see all of you in the mornings and evenings. Who knows, we might work something out for some intimate fun." Janet put her arm around my waist, "You are so cool to not demand that we entertain you every night. I'll bet we'll be pulling numbers out of a hat to get at you one on one, until the weekend when we get to go wild." She looked over at her buddies, "That's a great idea. One of us will have you Sunday through Thursday nights and we'll all gang up on you Friday and Saturday. I have to tell them but first go see if the pizza is coming soon." I wondered if this would work. After all, I just might want a peaceful evening at home by myself once in a while. There was a commotion at the door where I saw four guys hauling in stacks of pizza. They put the boxes on the table and went back out for more. They had made three trips for pizza boxes, followed by bringing in big boxes that were obviously wings and some deliciously good smelling boxes that were immediately ripped open. There were very small calzones in them. I snatched one and ate it. Oh boy, that was really good. I tried to see what kind of pizza they had, but every box that was opened was immediately emptied. I figured the rush would slow down in a few minutes, and went back to the ladies. Jenny said, "Just about lost your hand trying to get a slice of pizza didn't you?" I had to smile about the rush. She advised, "They buy enough for everyone to get some, then a second big load comes with more calzones so we can all take a couple home. No one goes hungry. If you want to wait for the second batch, there's usually a huge salad bowl on the counter with a variety of dressings. That sounded good, so I went into the kitchen where a couple of ladies were building salads. I was putting salad into the larger of the sizes of bowls when Steve came in to do the same. He told me, "I don't take a chance at losing a finger to someone when the pizza first gets here. There will be some left after the rush, and the second batch will be here soon. Make sure you take some of the calzones home. You will be snacking on them all week." I made a big salad, put some grated parmesan on it, and mixed in some Caesar dressing. I took the salad out to the bar, put some ice in a fat glass, and filled it with Beefeaters. Steve was standing at the bar and said, "Do me one of those exactly the same way." The two of us sat at a table near the bar and savored our salads, with the good sipping on the side. As we finished, Steve nodded his head toward the tables with all of the pizza boxes. "Now we can have some. The second delivery should be here any second. Have some cold pizza, or wait for the hot stuff that's coming." I saw a pickup stop outside with a Park Place lamp on top. They didn't bring as much as the first run this time, but it would fill all of the tummies there tonight and give a little to everyone to have for a snack at home. Steve and I each took three slices of warm pizza and a couple of calzones. The cheeses on the pizza were different than anything I had ever eaten, and were very delicious. I wondered if this was just this pizzeria, or if it was normal for this area. As we finished eating, Jenny came to get me. "We need to talk to you, Sal. Come over to our table." Steve grinned at me and winked as I followed Jenny like a puppy dog. At the table, the girls were all looking me as if they were willing me to do something. It was Rita who broke the ice. "Sal, we want to know if we might enjoy you more than on weekends. What do you think if each of us would have a night we could spend with you during the week and stay the night? We wouldn't have to have sex every night, and as you know, women have some time during the month where playing isn't much fun. We would enjoy sleeping with you even then, holding you, feeling you next to us." Suki was eager, "We want to begin our individual time with you tonight. One of us will get to be with you, whether to fool around or only to snuggle with during the week, then on Friday and Saturday nights, we can pile up together and all of us enjoy each other." Jenny wanted to say something, "You, ah, probably figured out that we enjoy each other a lot. All of us enjoy female companionship a great deal." Marilyn, ever the blunt one, told the girls, "Tell it like it is, we really love fucking each other." Janet rolled her eyes and grinned at me. Jenny continued, "You don't seem to mind, so we can still enjoy each other with you or privately with each other. The five of us feel this could be a good way to handle how we can be together. It would be equal and fair." Rita had been waiting and interjected, "You are the prize, the benefit, our special treat. We want you to be happy, to be totally satisfied sexually, but also to know how much we love to be next to you when we are relaxed. This is nuts, but I want it as much as the rest of us." "There may be times that I might want to have some alone time," I told them with a little regret in my voice. "I need to do normal household chores like anyone else. If you guys will give me a little space to take care of other things every once in a while, or do them with me, it sounds like a great idea. How are you going to decide who's got what night?" Suki stood up and put her fists on her hips, "We're going to have a real live bitch battle complete with a Jell-O pool. We'll fight over you until you can't stand it anymore, and have to fuck one of us." The cute little slant-eyed Polynesian was giggling over her fantasy. It was Janet that said, "We put five names in the hat and drew them out one at a time. Starting tonight, Suki gets to enjoy you." Suki jumped up and came around the table to sit on my lap. "We'll redraw every Sunday so that it doesn't get so predictable. On nights our bodies are being women, we still want to sleep with you, but we'll just have to wait until the next opportunity to screw your socks off. Sound good?" "Okay, let's try it to see how it works. I still think you guys are nuts to limit yourself to me. You're all great looking, and in one case, downright cute. One of you is aggressive as hell, and one's a little shy, but a great lover. One is a cool professional who really enjoys some heavy loving, and one loves to mark her territory. I love it and will look forward to having a lover every night." That got me a bunch of hugs. The girls were picking up extra pizza slices and calzones. I used one of the boxes and took two slices and four of the little calzones. That should take care of me for snacks for a couple of days. Suki told me, "I'll ride home with you. I have to check on my daughter and will be right over. She's already asked if she can share you when we have our night. She's jailbait right now, but her time will come. I hope you get to enjoy her while she is still a little innocent." We rode home and I used the couple of minutes before Suki came over to put my new clothes away and brush my teeth. The cute little lady came through the door and told me, "I'm leaving your door open in case Niki has to come over because I'm not home. We've had the talk, and there will be no hanky panky or playing with you." We kissed in the living room before I shut the lights off, but left the light over the stove on. We progressed to the bedroom, discarded our clothing, and crawled into bed. Suki asked, "Can I set the alarm? I want to make sure I'm up by five thirty so I have plenty of time to exercise, get ready for work, and get Niki ready for school. She catches the bus just a little ways up from the patio, so she usually eats there in the morning, the same as me. Niki has already said she is looking forward to us all spending some time together" That was a welcome thought, as both of these ladies were as cute as could be. Suki said, "I'm a product of a mother and father that were both half Japanese from the occupation during the Second World War. That's why my eyes are so much like the Japanese. Niki has the slanted eyes, but she has a different quality about her that drives men crazy. That's why I'll have to watch you around her. I think it's going to be the other way with her, though. She loves brainy boys." Suki and I kissed and loved until I began making love to her as thoroughly as I knew how. The little girl was so responsive that everything I did with her elicited another orgasm. We finally joined and loved in a slow intense method until we both exploded. I thought it was cute the way the little girl laid on my body and fell asleep on me while still kissing. Some time during the night, another small person climbed into bed and snuggled up to me. The tiny girl pulled my face to hers and kissed me. She snuggled down and had her hand heading for naughty territory, when Suki told her, "Mine, all mine, you have to wait." The little girl giggled and went to sleep. Primary Editing by Pepere Proofing and Continuity by Sagacious Helicopter and Legal Eagle Guru, Rotorhead Knight6 is trying out Last one through - Deenara2000 ------- Chapter 11 The alarm woke us at five thirty. I was actually very rested. As I reached over and hit the snooze button, Suki rolled on top of me and kissed me. "Thank you for a very nice night. I hope you didn't mind my twerp sneaking in." Niki sat up and displayed she was as naked as Suki. "I'm not a twerp, Mom. In most countries, and even some states, I am not jailbait. I do love the feel of his body on mine. I promise to be good if I sleep with you guys. Kiss me, big guy, and I'll run to get ready for school." Niki put something on and was out the door. Suki kissed me a few more times and told me, "If Niki hadn't been here I would have loved you up again. Oh well, the trials of being a parent. I'll see you on the patio in a little while, Lover," Suki told me, as she got ready to leave. "So, until Friday and next week;" then I was kissed one more time before Suki ran out the door. Getting ready only took ten minutes. After straightening the bedcovers, I locked up and headed to the patio. Once again, I joined Steve and Glenda for a private coffee meeting that lasted only five or ten minutes. Steve told me, "Watch the people this morning. It's fun to watch those that take off to go down to the shop or to one of the shops here. Each one will eat and chat before blasting out of here by themselves, or in a lot of cases, with another person who works with them. It's great people watching." I was dancing around wanting to go to work by seven thirty. Dennis came over and told me, "The men are going to finish your racks up today. The electricians are putting in special surge protection units on the whole building, and they're going to do your computer room a second time so our surge protection is cascaded. There isn't much you're going to be able to do, so kick back while you can." Little did he know that I had several hundred thousand dollars of equipment to unpack and get ready. I rode my cart over to the R&D building, that I should call a complex, because of its multiple distinct purposes. Once inside, I gave a quick look in the server room, before coming back to my new office. "Okay," I thought, "I should get a PC up for notes and general internet access." The first box I opened was all software. My mind was seeing a big seventy-two point WTF. I separated the software into groups for each of the computer and network systems I was going to use. Some of the software was foreign to me, but I had been in a rather closed environment for the last several years. Actually, I had focused so much energy and instruction on multi-level techniques, that I wasn't familiar with a lot of the newer commercial software. I connected my desk PC to the monitor, keyboard, and mouse, and turned it on to see what it may or may not have on it. It was almost instantly on running Windows 7. Just for fun, I checked the resources to discover sixteen gig of RAM. I had to get under the desk to connect the other two monitors and reboot to see if I was lucky enough for Windows 7 to do an auto config of the additional monitors. There was a data jack with a coiled up cable, so I plugged it in and connected to the internet. Once there, I downloaded and installed all of the other versions of internet software. I cued up Mozilla, and it was on almost instantly. If I have internet access, then this PC is not secure and isn't connected to any of the other networks. My curiosity overcame my reasoning. I bridged about seven times and using a bridge from a major movie studio I had discovered, I went to Texas Tech, Lubbock, to see if they had purged all of my data yet. My logon was gone, so I used a back door and went through the router. I checked the mainframe and looked at the log. All of my work had been copied multiple times. I hope they try to use it so they would know that they still needed me. I had to leave my research software with them, but I left the algorithm that made all my software work tucked in a notes file folder of instructions on how the various pieces of software operated. It says, right in the startup instructions, for the operator to go to the primary operating file and type 'go' at the prompt. That activated everything. No one had downloaded the instruction file yet. I wondered how long it would take before a student found the answer while the pseudo pros were cussing me out. I looked into my personnel file and noted that several derogatory letters of sanction and discipline had magically appeared. I'll wait a month and fix that. What pissed me off was a letter from the new acting Dean that my PhD was in question, as I may have plagiarized my thesis. Anyone ever reading any of my work would have had multiple books and manuals open to follow my theory and proof. Asshole! I would help him with his future later. What really hurt was how petty they always were and now they, or someone, were intentionally attempting to discredit me. Well, keep it up and I may delete that instruction file. Now I needed to cover my tracks. I had put in a neat birddog program that tracked all foreign access, including simple hackers. I was hacking in using one of the most basic forms, but it was still being recorded. I accessed the program, updated my file cracker password, and reset all the counters for this access. I thought I might spend some time in the evening inserting a program that would automatically cover my tracks. I'd have to be careful and check to see if someone else decided to put a tracking or alerting program in. I was about to leave there when I decided the asshole needed a lesson of some form. Just for fun, I deleted his entire scheduling and appointment file that kept him on track. He will be able to reproduce it, but every time he now saved the file it would delete for him again. Amazing how the instructions to 'file delete' can be substituted for a 'file save'. Good luck finding that, Asshole. I needed to think of how to reconstruct my personnel file and potentially squash the little turd. Without some of my personal software, I couldn't log into my Mom's and Dad's computer. If Mom had her PC on in the kitchen, I could just talk to her. I'd get my software and a web cam. I'm surprised there wasn't one. I checked my other two monitors and found they had decided to work. I was assembling my access PCs that were going to be used to interface with the new Coeus Colossal. What a name for a super computer. Part of the name was neat, as Coeus was the Titan god of intelligence, who presided over the axis of heaven. The Greeks had a mystical and mythological god for everything. Someone was moving things around in the reception area. I walked in and saw an attractive derriere sticking up, as the person possessing that attractive rear end was bending over trying to fit something under the desk. I cleared my throat and asked, "May I help you?" Thump! "Ow, you made me bump my head. Don't sneak up on someone like that." Who should rise up, rubbing her head, but Grenaline, Jenny's hot daughter. "Ah, may I ask what you are doing here and what you were doing under the desk?" Grenaline stood with her hand on one cocked hip and said, "I work here, or at least I'm starting to work here this morning. I work Monday, Wednesday, and Friday mornings, Jeff works Tuesday and Thursday mornings; Donna is handling the afternoons of my days, and Niki is on at one on Tuesdays and Thursdays. We're all interning here. We had to have a background investigation and sign a bunch of non-disclosure documents that said we couldn't tell anyone about what goes on here, or tell any of your secrets. Niki is the only high school student, but she's a whiz kid and will graduate this year. She just turned sixteen, to give you an idea how sharp she is." "So what field are you studying that you would intern here?" "I'm studying nursing, but really taking all pre-med courses. I'm going to medical school if money magically appears. If not, I'll be a nurse first, followed by becoming a nurse practitioner, and then I'll finish medical school. I have it planned. Didn't we already talk about this?" "You did mention you were studying to be a nurse. You didn't say anything about medical school or working here." "Mom told me to keep my mouth shut about it so you would be surprised. She thought it would be fun for me to watch a grown man drool all over me until you get used to having me around." "That's funny. I'll have to discuss her opinion of me. I do enjoy viewing attractive ladies, but when I'm working, my goddess is back there in that computer room." The really striking girl said, "That's what I want to do. I want to be a research physician and use super computers to find new cures for horrible diseases. I'll get there, but it's going to be a while." "I'm impressed by your resolve, Grenaline, and hope you make it. I'll bet S&S has some scholarships out there for potential physicians just like you." She looked at me, "They do, but I screwed off during my senior year in high school so my grade point average didn't finish very well. I'm working on fixing it, and I've aced everything so far. I'm doing all of the extra credit work available so I'll be eligible soon." She was just a normal girl who wanted to achieve something, but had lost sight of that goal for a while. As she sat down and pushed the button on her PC, she said, "Call me 'Gin'. It's a lot easier and faster than Grenaline. Mom thinks my name is really cool as it is French-Canadian. Mom's an "eh" chic from Manitoba. Both sets of grandparents still live up there. Come over sometime and let Mom give you the whole story. She'll tell you that my name is Grenaline Monique Duquesne. The last name is Mom's maiden name, because she wanted me to have her name that she went back to. Dad was killed overseas in the Army, and I really don't remember him that well. Mom will tell you about it one of these days. Whew, this girl can talk. "Grenaline, Gin, I don't know what all you'll be expected to do when the place is up and running, so study your lessons and get used to the place for right now. I'll be in the office unboxing some of the new stuff." She said, "There's a handbook that I was told to try to memorize. It has all of the duties of support people. S&S says support people are as important as the people they support. Without either half, nothing happens. Call if you need me." I separated everything in all of the boxes in my offices for the rest of the morning. It was a good thing they had put in so many shelves for me. I was getting concerned as the guy who was supposed to be here to finish the racks had not showed up. At almost noon, I walked next door to find Dennis. He and the guy named 'Hap' were sitting in Dennis' office with grim looks on their faces. Dennis waved me in. Dennis explained, "I can't believe we were being invaded. If you've done much, stop now. We have to have some electronics detectives come and strip the place. Hap's security company ran a background check on the tech and found out he is some kind of third-rate private detective, with a known history of electronic surveillance. Who knows what's in there. The company has isolated our building as far as data is concerned. We have to clear all of R&D before we can connect to our own system, much less the company's. What have you done so far?" "I've hooked my desk PC up and checked my old school files so far. I didn't do any security checks on the PC because I didn't have my software with me. I planned on picking it up at lunch time. My Feeny Detective Suite will find anything funny on any PC, and on any network. Let me get my stuff and I'll go through all of the data on your internal system, after that we'll begin on all of the equipment in the office. We'll need someone with a scanner for bugs and cameras before we do anything of value. Can you get me someone with a scanner?" Hap was smiling even though this was not a smiling situation. "First off, we do federal military work; second, we have a real wheel with the U.S. Marshal's office; and third, one of the people you ate with this morning is the assistant agent in charge of the FBI office here. We'll get a bunch of the best scanners. I've already called." I nodded my head, happy that the situation had been caught before anything could have happened. "Do you guys know who hired this guy? Do we know who would have known you were hiring someone to handle this for you?" As he was standing, Dennis answered, "The leak was probably from the computer company or Wes. He's pretty proud of his creation, and doesn't understand how important security is yet." Hap said, "I want you to be aware of your surroundings and be aware of anything unusual, or anyone you don't recognize. I'll give you a locater. If you push the button, your name and location are displayed in our operations office. We'll have someone standing next to you within a minute. If you push the button because of an unknown individual, make sure you study their features and look around to get any other information about them you can, like license plate numbers, make and model of car, just all the usual stuff." "Okay, I think I'll lock up and go get lunch. Where and when did you catch the guy?" Hap gave us what had happened, "Our security investigation people alerted me last night, so we were waiting for him when he showed up here this morning. We will charge him as a person attempting to steal national defense secrets. That will hold him for a long time. The FBI is coming to take him to their lockup. They are sending a truck to take his SUV back and take it apart for evidence." "Okay, Guys, I'm leaving. Oh yeah, Dennis, thanks for Grenaline a few mornings a week. I'll remember to wear extra tightie whities on those days so I don't embarrass myself." Dennis laughed and told Hap to be sure to check this chick out. Gin was getting ready to leave, so I locked everything up and asked if she knew Donna's telephone number. I needed to tell her not to come in. "Grenaline, did you bring the support book in or was it here already?" "I had it." Think about this, as it's important, "Do you have anything in your purse that was here before you came, pencil, eraser, pen, anything. There is an external problem and I have to be sure." "No, the only thing I did was use a little screwdriver. I had to screw in the monitor cable. That's it." "Do you have class this afternoon?" She said, "No I have an evening class from six to nine on Mondays." "Come out with me, and let's talk to Hap." Hap and Dennis were standing in the foyer where the security guard was. "Hey, Hap, Grenaline may have picked up a bug, but there is no way to know until she's scanned the same as me. What should we do?" Hap was pointing while answering, "Nothing; there's Jan, Sarge, and their electronic forensics people right now. Let's get them to scan both of you out here, then you two go to lunch and stay away until Dennis calls you." While they did me, Grenaline was able to call Donna and tell her not to come to work. Then Jan went over Grenaline more thoroughly than a horny gynecologist. Jan was finishing up down by Grenaline's foot, when she had Gin lift her foot. Jan took the shoe off, and a small something that I didn't recognize was stuck to the bottom of the shoe. Jan said, "Well, here's bug number one. I'll bet she picked it up sitting at the desk." Jan bagged and tagged the bug and finished scanning the now scared girl. I was asking Grenaline if she needed a ride back home or to the patio, when a big flatbed truck pulled up. The driver backed up to a Suburban, jumped out, and let the bed down. He was doing everything by the numbers and checked under the truck before moving it. We all heard him bump his head under the truck as he frantically slid out. "Get out of here; move, take your cars and carts, but move it. Get everybody out of here." Jan and Sarge were pushing us away from where the Suburban was parked a ways from the building. Grenaline was instantly in my cart, and we were moving away on the way out of there when 'Kaboom'. I drove off the road and into some trees to protect us from any fallout. When nothing fell, I peeked out to see a mass of twisted metal where the Suburban had been. Jan and Sarge were both on the phone, but sirens were already blaring in the distance. "Grenaline, it's time for lunch and for us to be out of here, let's boogie." "What was that all about, Sal? What's going on?" As we headed for the patio, Steve passed us going the other way, with the funny named guy, Ace Heart with him. "I don't know, Grenaline, but I do know someone was trying to find a way to gain access to data on our products and research. You and I don't need to know about stuff like that. If anyone asks you, you don't know anything. Forget you were scanned." "I think I want to forget it, Sal. This is nuts." A lot of people at the patio wanted to know what was going on, and I told them I really didn't know. I'm sure we would hear about it in time. We were exactly on time to be served soup. I ate a good lunch, and afterward thought I might want to go to my place and maybe do a little research. I had a couple of the bills of lading from the boxes in my pocket and knew they were clean, so I told Grenaline I was going home. She rode with me and went to her place as I unlocked mine and went in. I dug through my software and began loading all of my enhanced-detection software and every snoop tool I had. The shipping company was the manufacturer, so I built a series of bridges and went right through their security in minutes. They didn't have any birddog software, so I was in unnoticed. I followed the order backwards from the dock handler, the packer, the picker, the service order prep person, order processing clerk, and to the salesman. I checked the peg counts of who accessed the file to see who was checking on it. I expected the salesman would follow it, but not the order processing clerk. That person had three hits on the order before it ever came to him or her. It took a little effort to follow his employee number through personnel. It was a she, and she had only been working at the company for two months. That's not long enough to know how to back check orders before they get to her queue. I pulled all of the info I could get and backed out. Next was the "Who is" that gives a lot of information. They didn't have anything. I looked her up in the cell phone user lists of all of the local cell phone companies. Nothing showed. I was mad at myself, so I went back through the bridges into the shipping company's personnel file and did an entire copy, including the mercantile report they had pulled, and two photos of her. I made a couple copies of her file and put one on a CD for safe keeping. I went to my box of goodies to get a stick and put a copy of the file on the stick too. Her mercantile report had the same address and type and model of vehicle. They reported she had rented her apartment two months ago. She had listed several past employers, and I wondered if they ever verified her history. She had two bank accounts which was a little strange. One had a hundred and thirty dollars and showed a bunch of debit card transactions. The other account had a fat twenty thousand in it. Something funny was that another name was on the fat account as a joint user. Banks' security systems are great, but they forget about people who are snoops. I was able to pull the signature cards on each and couldn't think of anything else there that I would need. I called Steve, "Steve, is that guy, Sarge, or Jan around you?" "Both of them, Sal, we're on the patio," Steve answered before asking, "Did you eat lunch?" "I did, but keep them there and I'll be right over." I printed out the picture and some of the data about her, and put the rest of what I had about the bank accounts on the CD and stick. I grabbed my laptop that was full of all my toys and drove to the patio. I handed the printed material and the photo to Jan and Sarge, and said, "This person may have something to do with this. She just started working for the shipping company two months ago, and has recently had a twenty-grand deposit in a separate shared account. If you can do the research to confirm her past employment, I'll see if I can track her cell phone down. Depending on the kind, I'll likely find her." Sarge grabbed the paper and was on his phone in a second. Jan was on her phone giving orders and directions. I used the good local WIFI connection, built three bridges, and dove into the number search for her cell phone. As soon as I had the provider, I went to their secure server and logged into their GPS finder. It took almost another minute for the location of the phone to come up. It was not at the shipping company, but near the federal building downtown. I did a trace to see where she had been since leaving the shipping company, and found that she left the company at ten, and had driven by the R&D building twice but never stopped. She had gone to the apartment and was there for only about fifteen minutes before going downtown to the area of the federal building. Jan was hanging over my shoulder and made a call, "Pick her up now. We'll figure out what to charge her with when we find it." I asked Hap, "Can you tell me about the installer? The license on the Suburban would be good. The company he worked for, anything." Hap flipped his notebook out that had some of what I had asked. When he showed me the license number, I did a quick trace on that, then began a search on the name and came up with a bank account. The address listed for his tags was bogus, and his driver's license didn't exist, at least in that name. That was pretty sloppy because an officer who might stop him would ask questions about why two different names. I saw the notation for Sun Pass on his tag and knew he had to have a bank account for that. It took a little while to hack that server, as they did have some class act protection. Once I had the bank name, account number, and password, I carefully backed out and tore my bridges down. After building six more, including one of my favorites in Germany, I dug into the bank account. Son of a gun, the account looked familiar. It was the same account as the girl, although this one isn't a joint account. This is slick, as he doesn't leave a trail. I searched through motor vehicle records to trace the Suburban, and found that it had been purchased in Connecticut about six months ago, and driven straight to Florida. I'd bet that car was stolen in New York City and sold through a chop shop. That was a dead end. I sat back, rubbing my hand over my hair. Hap asked, "How about his cell phones. He had three. These are the numbers with the providers by each one." The first number matched the fake name on the driver's license. The second had a strange name out of Atlanta. The third was paid for by a company in St. Louis. Just for fun, I checked the strange name in Atlanta. Georgia's DMV is a sieve. You don't even need a bridge. You just walk in and open any door you want. I did a name search and got a hit. As soon as I pulled the driver's license up, Hap said, "That's him. Let me write that down." "Don't bother, Hap, I'll dump all of this to the printer inside and put everything on a CD. Let me track this guy to see who he is. You know what? Let me use the first name on the bank account and his last name." Bingo, there she was, another picture match. I did a search on banks and found three. They had three decent accounts, with one being their main account. One bank indicated a lock box, so I made a note of that. I also found some references to other names that were too close to their names to not be aliases. I told Jan, "Track these other names and see what she's involved in." Just for more fun, I came back to the local bank with the big deposit in the joint account. It took me a while to figure out how to find the picture of the deposit slip and check what was deposited. Now I had something else to track. There was no printing on the check, but I had the account and routing numbers. The check had a low number, so it was either an infrequently used account or a new one. The owner was an obvious holding company. I had to look them up in Georgia's corporate listings. With the list of corporate board members, I built a database of each board member and tracked each one. I kept this up until the seventh company they were board members for was a very prestigious company with military armament contracts. The way Wes and Steve talked, I wondered why they didn't just contact them directly. These guys were open to anyone who was for furthering Wes' creations. Steve had a hold of my shoulder. "Relax, Sal; let the lawmen handle this. You've done more than your share. Let them handle it and have a beer." I was a little glassy-eyed and backed out of the bridges I had built. I shut my laptop down, pulled the charger out, and plugged it in. A mug of beer was shoved in front of me and I looked up at Steve. Steve observed, "You get really intense when you're involved with something like that, don't you? How much of what you just did was legal?" I had to think about it for a long minute before I looked up at Steve, "None of it. Most couldn't be used in court, but it was a way to find out who is doing what." "I'm amazed, Sal, you were flashing through so many screens there is no way anyone can read that fast." "Ah, I guess I learned. If you're tracking, you have to push as fast as you can so if someone spots you surging, you have all of the information up to the point you get zapped. I was in a lot of systems just then and before, and no one challenged me. Any one of my students, including Sandy, can build better security than that." Steve grabbed my shoulder again and said, "Before you do anything else, build that. Build a totally impregnable system. Get it so tight that I can transmit top secret stuff by the volume and no one else can even get a glimpse. That is now your job until it is perfect. Do every network in the joint and link them so that we can share information internally without fear of outsiders seeing our data." I almost laughed, as I wrote that as an undergraduate sophomore. Of course, I have enhanced it over time, but it is so good that I didn't put it on the university's servers and routers, or I wouldn't have been able to hack it. "Steve, I have some software that I wrote that will do what you want. If you have an IT guy I can work with, I'll put it on all of your systems with links to each other. No one gets in with this one, not even me." Steve moved toward the door to the house, "Let me get Sue and have her get our IT guys here to work with you." Mercy came out of the house and pitched me a round pepper that obviously just came out of the refrigerator. "Try that, Stud. I love these things." Mercy showed me another just like she threw at me and took a healthy bite from it. I recognized these as our down home bell peppers. They were hot, but not killer. Babies eat them to give their mothers a thrill when they nursed. At least that was a Texan's joke, hot yes, but killer no. Mercy watched me eating the pepper and not grabbing for my beer. She was grinning, "You sucker, I thought that would get you. Kathy did too, but Chuck said you were a Texan and they have them in bowls at the little barbeque stands." "We eat a lot of those. The hottest are still those from Jamaica. There are some, called devil peppers that will make you cry. They're good if you really like hot stuff, but they do make your eyes water." Mercy and Kathy were both listening to me. Kathy begged, "Oh please, get some for us. I want that. It would be almost as good as sex." Sue was laughing at her fellow lady of Steve's "harem". Steve got up to refill our mugs, "You know, Sal, you have endeared those women to you like Chuck has by being able to share their special food with them. Give them some hot sauce and it's like you've proposed. They don't answer to a proposal any longer, but they will do just about anything for something a little hotter." I leaned back thinking how today had gone to pot. "Steve, what's with what you guys have that others want? What is it and how come?" "That's a long story, Sal. We built some vehicles that were really tough a while back. Our clear composites are damn near impenetrable. You saw those at the shop showroom and asked about them. Some people tried to steal our secrets then, but didn't get far. A couple of companies have tried to put spies in our R&D, but it's been a no go so far. "Sal, you were hired for your knowledge, your innovation ability, your attitude, and the loyalty you displayed to others who didn't deserve it. You stood out so much that I insisted we get you. You can thank Sandy for turning us on to you. We wanted someone who was dedicated to us, wanted to keep learning and create more and more software that would put our company in the forefront. I felt you were the one, and you've already more than proven that. "You won't believe this, Sal, but your former university contacted us with a bunch of hooey. They said your PhD may be in question as they think you plagiarized your thesis and your publications. I know better, since I sent your work to three of the most talented PhDs in the industry within your field. They all tell me it would have been impossible to do what they accuse you of, and you would have legal recourse if someone produces a paper even near yours. "You know, with your talent, I'd bet you might play havoc with some of those who are trying to harm you. Wait a few days, as I have the FBI checking out the idiots you used to work with to see if they have broken any federal laws. If they can't prosecute, I want you to hurt them. Those people are the ones who cheat our country out of people like you. Remember what I said, hurt them bad, Sal, they deserve it. Don't hurt others, only those that have made your past life and even your new one so miserable. Enough, let's have another beer." The owner of the company just told me to take revenge on the asshole I had taught with for ten years. Yep, I would hurt him and let him know who did it too. He'd never prove it, but he would know that he tried to fuck the wrong person. I was feeling a little buzz from the beer when Janet came in and sat with me. She wanted a rum and Coke. Suki came in a few seconds later and also wanted a rum and Coke. Rita and Marilyn walked in and asked me for a scotch for Rita, and a rum and Coke for Marilyn. We were sipping our drinks when Jenny came slithering up on me, she kissed my cheek and asked, "Make me a Beefeaters that will make my legs spread. I have you all evening and want to walk bowlegged in the morning." The other ladies were giggling at Jenny's performance. Jenny asked, "Grenaline told me about some of what happened over there today. Fill me in." I looked around at all of them and said, "I'm not sure how much should be talked about. Let's let it slip out a little at a time if it should." Rita smiled at me, "Well done, Sal. That's the way to handle security issues." We chatted, drank, chatted some more, and drank some more, until it was suppertime and all of us were a little blitzed. The main conversation was that I had Grenaline in my office for half a day and didn't deflower her. Half of them were determined for me to fuck her silly, and the other half that included me, was in favor of her remaining intact and a tease, but a safe tease. We ate a delicious supper of meatloaf, mashed potatoes, gravy, and green beans. As we settled down after eating, Jenny suggested, "How about we go back to your place and chat for a while. I really want to get to know you more than we do so far, how about it?" I grabbed my laptop and we went to my place. When we got to our trailers – that is, manufactured homes, Jenny went to her place to change and get ready to spend the night. As I began to open the door, I noticed it was a little ajar. Fuck, who would be in my place, much less still be there? I totally forgot about the security beeper Hap had given me, stepped back and dialed Steve. "Someone has broken into my place and may still be in there. Come help me or send someone." Steve said, "Hap and I will be right there." Before Steve could get there, Jenny came out and I told her, "Go back in your place. I'll come get you when we finish." "Finish what, Sal?" "Someone broke into my place and may still be in there." "Oh shit," Jenny exclaimed softly, "Be careful." There was a piece of wood next to the steps as if it was used to prop up something when they installed the steps. I picked it up as it was the only weapon I could see. I stood on the back side of the door up against the home and waited. I could hear a cart racing to get here. The door opened and a head looked out. Without looking behind the door, a man came from my place and was holding something in his hand that didn't look nice. I swung my small piece of two by four hard enough to have it hurt my hand when it struck the head of the guy with the gun in his hand. I was praying I hit him hard enough, as I didn't know what to do with a mad guy with a gun. Steve and Hap slid to a stop as the guy was still falling. Hap was over the guy with his gun out, telling the slumping human, "Don't move, you're going to jail." Steve pushed the guy over and said, "He isn't going anywhere. Did you have to hit him so hard? He might live but..." I went inside and grabbed a dishcloth, wet it, and came back out to help the guy's wound. Steve was smiling at me, "He'll live, but will wish he didn't. Did you do all this damage with that little piece of wood?" What could I say? I shrugged, "That's all that was available. I wouldn't have hit him, but he came out of the door with a gun in his hand." Steve had pushed the gun away from where he was kneeling next to the guy. A County Sheriff's car came and a paramedic truck arrived shortly afterward. I gave a statement and watched as a forensic guy dusted for fingerprints. They didn't find anything he had stolen when they searched the man, but they did find a couple of CDs in his shirt. I told the Sheriff's deputies, "Those CDs are probably from my machine. I don't have anything on my drives that I'm ashamed of, but there could be secret information that you shouldn't see. I would prefer you have the FBI check it out." An older guy, with a lot of metal on his collar, who obviously knew Steve, called the FBI, and who should arrive in minutes, but Jan. She took the CDs and said, "Come inside and show me what's on these." When I booted the CDs I was surprised that it was all personal information that included my sister, sister-in-law, brother, and my mom and dad. Would they try to harm them? This nerd could get real mean over something like that. I was thinking about my real forty-five double action that I had won so many quick draw tournaments with. These assholes better not fuck with my family. The guy did attempt to capture my most recent activity, but Firefox is great at dumping everything as soon as you drop out. They had all of my most recent activity off Internet Explorer. It was nothing that they could ever use. Jan asked, "Can we keep these? We need to show you weren't into any child porn. Whoever this guy is, we'll find out who he reports to. It took a long time for them to find the guy's car and load it onto a flatbed. This one didn't explode. When I couldn't see or hear anyone any longer, I knocked on Jenny's door. She came rushing out of her house in a robe. "Are you okay? I heard you hit someone. How could this be happening? You just got here." "I'm fine, Jenny. Let's go have a drink at my place, and you can do the interview thing you wanted to do." We went into my place and locked the door. The intruder obviously picked the lock. Doors and locks were realistically for honest people. Bad people will find a way inside. Jenny settled down and gave me a real third degree. I answered each question, and that usually brought the next one on. After over two hours, Jenny leaned into me and kissed me, "So you didn't attack my kid, huh?" "No, she's nice looking, but I'm partial to her mom. You know she is your image in a younger model. How could I not like the original?" That made Jenny so happy, that we didn't quit rolling around until she was spread eagled on the floor with my juices running out of her." I scooped the darling lady up and took her to my bed. I used a warm, wet washcloth to clean her up. It was hard to believe how out of it she was. We didn't thump nearly as hard and long as we had before. When I had the lovely naked lady tucked into bed, I went to my PC and logged into my folk's place. The picture came through as plain as day. Mom and Dad were snuggled up on the couch. Dad must have noticed the red light come on and said, "Evening, Son. What's up?" "I just wanted to say hi. These people are awesome. I can't wait for you to meet them. You have to come to enjoy the Friday party, the Saturday morning fashion show, and the Sunday pizza. Each one of these events will be a blast for you." We chatted for a bit, until I asked, "Dad, did I leave my saddle scabbard there?" I saw the recognition in Dad's eyes and knew he would be alert. We've had that little exchange planned for years. I knew he would call me tomorrow and I wanted that. I told Mom, "I'll have my regular software at my office soon and will call you in the morning and watch you make breakfast." "You're just going to make yourself hungry." "Actually, Mom and Dad, I am fed very well here." Mom teased, "And what about something else?" My dad laughed at the implication. "Mom, hold your breath, there is a very attractive lady sleeping it off in my bed right now. If I had a remote camera I would prove it." "Oh, Sal, I know you. Go find some of that, Son. I'm trying to keep your dad young with some of that kind of attention." "Too much information, Mom. Can't you control her, Dad?" Dad just laughed. "I'll talk to you in a day or so." I hung up feeling better for having called home and for warning Dad. I locked up and shut everything down before crawling into bed and snuggling with Jenny. For a small woman, she could snore pretty loud. I probably snored as well, but I was the one awake. Primary Editing by Pepere Proofing and Continuity by Sagacious Helicopter and Legal Eagle Guru, Rotorhead Knight6 is trying out Last one through - Deenara2000 ------- Chapter 12 The alarm said five thirty, and my body said I needed to pee. Jenny was still deep asleep, surprising me. After peeing for a few minutes, I made some coffee, took a shower, and shaved. The coffee was just done, so I poured some coffee for me and took a cup to Jenny. It took a couple of kisses to wake her. "Oh, Sal, that was as good as it gets. That incident wore me out and I think my friend is here. I feel all squishy. Let me up, Honey, I'm afraid I'll stain your sheets." Jenny went into the bathroom and I heard her say, "Oh damn." She came out in a few minutes and told me, "Yep, my friend is here for a couple of days, so I'm out of the game." I made the suggestion, "You know, I've heard of couples who shower when it's your time and have some great sex. No muss as everything washes down the drain." Jenny looked at me, "You're already showered. You would do that with me?" "Come on, Sexy, let's see if it works." Our loving was special. Jenny loved the loving and seemed to become more loving every minute. When we were drying off, she said, "I'm going to tell all of our women about that. They are going to be here every time they are bleeding. You, my man, are a wonder. Darn, you fuck so well and make me feel so good. Now I'm all happy even though I have to put up with the mess." I told her, "The alternative isn't very nice unless you were pregnant. I could live with that." Jenny gave me a very nice kiss for saying that. She told me she would see me on the patio in a few minutes. I grabbed my laptop and rode to the patio. I wasn't the first there to visit with Glenda and Steve, but almost. It is neat to be a part of the new day and watch everyone come in to start the day. Dennis came over and told me, "The company that is supposed to put the racks and equipment up is a little embarrassed and will be sending about five guys today. We have their names and personal information, and are running them right now. If you want to check them out on your own you can do that too." "That's okay, Dennis. It has to be something off the wall for the guy to try to get our stuff here and break in at home." Steve asked, "Have you ever shot a handgun?" "Oh yeah, I shoot a lot but haven't here yet." "What kind of piece do you have, Sal?" "Don't laugh, but I have two, a single and double action remakes of the real Colt forty five." "Really? Can you hit anything with them?'' "Sure, I do quick draw competition and that includes shooting and hitting a small steel target at twenty-five feet." "I'd like to see that," Steve mused, "Want to go target shooting this morning?" "Sure, Steve, I'll let the men do their thing today and not bother anyone. When and where?" "Eat breakfast, Sal, and we'll drive to a gun dealer who has a range. We'll go around seven forty-five. I'll bring a couple of pieces to see how you like to shoot them." I asked Dennis, "Did you find many snooper devices?" "We sure did, Sal. There were listening devices and some very sophisticated cameras throughout your office suite. We will do a scan at noon and another this evening. We want to be sure we keep our ideas to ourselves." I went home after eating something and getting a smooch from a couple of the women I have adopted. Or maybe it's closer to say they've adopted me. I pulled out my belt and holster and checked to make sure the piece was serviceable. I got the pistols, the belt and holster, a box of rounds, and rolled them all up into a gym bag before going back to Steve's. We left at seven forty-five and arrived at the gun dealer's at eight. You had to be buzzed in and we were soon in front of an older guy with a little bit of a belly. Steve said, "Arnie, this is Sal Feeny. He's working with me now, and I found out the guy shoots in quick draw tournaments. Can we use your range to watch him shoot?" "Hell yeah, Steve, I have the rig for quick draw. I'll set it up. I have a tree with six plates on it and I can turn back as many as you want. Let's start with one and go from there." I got my belt and holster out from the gym bag and strapped it on. I was about to use my loads when the store owner said, "Use reloads, I'm cheap on these, about twenty-five percent of what you paid for those and mine are all good. I guarantee them." The guy was eager to watch me shoot as he said, "I'll push the bell and you draw and shoot the bottom plate. You'll need some warm up before you really show off." I was set when the bell went off. I had a round on the metal plate and the gun back in the holster while Steve and Arnie were still thinking about me shooting. Arnie exclaimed, "Holy Mother of God that is fast. You did that with a single action, didn't you?" I nodded, "It was only one target." Arnie asked, "Can you shoot multiples with a single action?" "Sure, you have to learn how to do that. It's actually easier than with a double action." I filled the one spent opening in the cylinder and stretched to be ready. The bell went off and I fired six times, hitting all six plates. I would have been in last place if this had been a competition. Steve said, "You fired so fast fanning that hammer that I couldn't tell how many rounds you shot. All of the plates are cocked, so I guess you hit all of them." Arnie asked, "Do you want to shoot that double action? That is one nice Colt." I went through a couple of cylinders with the double action, and the two of them didn't believe I was any slower with that gun than the other. When I was attempting to clean the two pieces, Steve pulled a couple of pieces from the gym bag he had carried in and asked, "How about seeing how you do with either of these?" Steve handed me a Remington 1911.45 that looked to be in good shape. I put six rounds into the magazine and fired at the twenty five foot target. The gun was nice and everything was in the paint. "Nice, Steve. Decent balance, good action; this is something my dad would like." Steve was grinning, "Try this. Mercy says this one is sweet." The one he handed me was a Sig Sauer 9mm. The gun looked close to new and the magazine was still a little stiff. I love 9mm autos, so I kept filling the magazine until there were fourteen rounds in it. Steve smiled at me and pointed at the targets. Arnie said, "I'll put another next to it so you can alternate. See if you can do what Chuck does. Put four in the left mass, four in the left head, four in the right head, and four in the right mass. Oh, you can't do that. That's sixteen. Here, put a round in the chamber and another in the magazine and you can put three in the right mass. "If you want me to time you, I can or you can just shoot." I told Arnie I would just shoot. This was a sweet piece. The mass shots are easy, as there is so much paint, but the head shots are tough. I moved from the left to the right and finished with the three in the right mass. The action locked back and I dropped the magazine. "This is nice, Steve. I think I like this better than the forty-five. The only time you'd ever use a piece like this would be if you had to. This one shoots straight." Steve used the Remington and fired a couple of magazines. He was very accurate and put round after round into the paint. We cleaned the weapons, and Steve told Arnie, "Fit this guy with a comfortable shoulder rig. If something comes up, I want him armed. He's working on some sensitive stuff now, and I'd feel better if he can protect himself." The harness Arnie fitted me with was super comfortable using web belts and some kind of web holster the gun slid in and out of as if it was oiled. I had only seen leather shoulder holsters before, so this was new to me. Steve had loaded the 9mm with regular rounds and handed it to me. "Wear that for a while until shit cools down. Do you have a sport coat to wear over it?" It was my turn to laugh, "Of course. I've been a professor for a long while. I have multiple sport coats with leather elbows." We both laughed. I offered to pay, but Arnie just indicated that he would put it on the bill. He told Steve, "Brandy and Kathy were in last Friday and were really into it. I think they went through two hundred rounds. They are getting good too." Back at my place, Steve said, "Put a sport coat on and once you're in your office, you can hang all that stuff up. Wear that when you're out in the open. I'll feel a hell of lot better, unless you want to wear your six guns." "This will be fine, Steve. Thanks for taking me shooting." "We'll do it again, but next time I'll let you watch Chuck and Jan. Those two are awesome." I put my six guns away on the top shelf of my closet. I was a little screwed up over the way someone could get into my place so easily. At the R&D building, Jeff was sitting at the reception desk, reading physics text. He closed the book and said, "Nothing happening, Boss. There are a pile of guys back there, but I haven't been standing over their shoulder. Go see how much they have to do yet." I looked into the server room and could see they were cleaning up. Two of the men were unpacking equipment and bolting it to the racks. Each stack had a keyboard and monitor, and the front of the room had another multi-monitor setup for working in the server room. An older man came up to me, "Your battery back up system is in the back room and is set up and wired into your racks. We'll have your equipment up and linked by the end of the day. It will take us all day tomorrow to load all of the preliminary software and set up your drive arrays. We'll be able to run some tests the day after tomorrow. Is that okay?" I told the man, "How about I help?" "I don't think so, after what happened out here. We're going to make this the most perfect installation in our company's history. Sit back and relax or go play golf." Back in my office, I turned machines on and began loading my special software. I loaded all of the protection parts, the watchdog that would call my cell twenty-four hours a day if there was an attempt, and my detective software that would not only trap someone attempting to break in or hack, but would instantly track the connection through up to thirty bridges. I could have an attempted hacker's IP address in seconds, and if I could access the provider fast enough have the name and address of who was trying to break in. When lunchtime came, I went into the server room. "Let's lock up and go get lunch. Let me treat you guys today. I want to talk to you anyway." The leader agreed and we sealed the place and took Jeff with us to the patio. Lunch was excellent, with roast beef, chicken, and turkey sandwiches. There were multiple kinds of cheeses and a delicious tomato soup. While we were eating, I asked the leader, "Who's the best computer geek you have. I want someone to try some hacking for me." The man rolled his eyes. "Man, I can't do something like that. The company pays me to keep people out, not to try to get in." I said, "Hang on a second. I want to get something." I had not taken my laptop from the little trunk of the cart, so I opened it on the table and asked, "You work for the shipping company, right?" "We work for the computer company that makes these things. We make 'em, ship 'em, and install them. Some of my guys are near genius." "So, who created the software protection for your company network?" The man smirked and said, "I did. Craig over there helped, and Ron tried his best to break in to test it. We have traps all over the place. No one gets through the hardware firewall and our router has a watchdog program." "Okay, I was in your system yesterday. Let's see if you've done anything new since yesterday. Ron, Craig, come watch this to make sure I don't destroy any data on your system." Craig snorted and sat next to me. The team leader was behind me as I began building bridges. Ron asked, "Can you give me some of those addresses? Holy shit, you're fast." I went through their firewall and router with only six bridges so fast, that Craig asked, "Can you do that again slower. There's no way you can do that." "Let me prove a point first." I highlighted the order from yesterday and did the same analysis to show the multiple hits the lady had done. "That's how I figured out who the inside person on this thing was. Let's see, Craig, let's look at your last performance report." I went through each of the three who were interested, and the older guy, Charlie said, "Look at that, I didn't remember that I had that much vacation saved. Hell, look at the sick leave. Fifteen years and I haven't missed a day." Ron watched me as I cleaned my tracks while backing out. I had left a note on each of their iPhones to confirm with them that I had been there. "Now, I need someone to hack a couple of networks. I want someone to really bust their ass to try. Someone is always better at getting in than you are at keeping them out. I have to keep ahead of those who can try to get in." Ron said, "I'll try, but I'm not in your league. My teacher at the tech school might be who you need. I'll call him and ask if he's interested in playing." "Ron, tell him it isn't playing, I'm paying, or rather the company is paying for an outside consultant who will help me. Call him right now and I'll talk to him." A minute later, I was talking to a guy who spoke in broken English. I explained what I wanted and was willing to pay a consulting fee, with a sizeable bonus if he could get in. "Mr. Feeny, get the bonus ready, and I will leave you a note. What is your IP address at the company?" "You're the hacker, you tell me. Just look up Salvatore Feeny when you're in the personnel files. Oh, don't be surprised if you get kicked out a few times until you figure out a go around. Don't worry about using bridges unless you want to. I can track you down even with bridges." "You seem sure of yourself, Feeny; will you be angry when I break in? What should I do to let you know I was in?" "Leave a note on my appointment calendar for when you will pick up your check." "Good idea, Feeny, I need the money." The man hung up and I knew he was on his way to try and hack me. I'd bet he was building a big bridge to try and stump me. As we were finishing our lunch, my phone buzzed. I pulled it out and told the guys, "My watchdog program says your man is in the false router program now. That's inside the fake firewall. We'll go back and watch how he does." Back at the shop, all of the techs crowded around my desk. I built a few bridges to screw the intruder up, and then used my tracking software to hunt him down. The man wasn't too smart, as he was using a school computer with just off the shelf protection. I did a scan and found personnel records with his name. I did a cut and paste that would scroll across his screen, then added my screen eater that I made when I was eight. "What do you think? Is he going to get mad if I eat his screen or mess with his head? He's still lost in the first series of traps. I might as well do him, so he'll get his hacker buddies to try to bust my personal server. This isn't the main system or the company system, only my own program for hacker protection." I modified the scroll with my phone number with just Feeny on it. I hit enter and his keystrokes immediately stopped, then they were frantic as he was trying to block what he perceived as a vicious attack. He turned his PC off so I dropped out of his network. My cell phone rang. "You can't do that. I have hardware and software firewall and the best watchdog program on the market. You went all the way through to personnel, and then loaded that sneaky program that had Ms. Pac man eating my screen. That can't be done." "Mr. Patel, I'm sure you have many friends who are involved in what you and I just did. Offer them the challenge, and I will give you the reward and you can pass it around if you want. I want my system to be cracked." "I will try, Feeny. Can you tell me? Was I in something that really wasn't there?" "Good thinking, Patel, now go find a code breaker for me." Ron said, "I wouldn't have believed it if I didn't see it. I hope he isn't mad at me in class. I have a long way to go to get to your level." They went back to work and I went to work on a new program that would detect a hacking attempt and shut down the home provider. I was working on an auto-bridging unit that would instantly build a thirty party bridge, close down the providers, and leave a trace to the hacker for them to get mad at. I liked this, as it caused some grief without hardware damage. All hackers had hardware viruses, but I didn't like those. I set up a couple of scenarios and tested it. The software built the bridges and killed my server that was acting like a provider. It was almost instantaneous. There was the trace right back to my laptop operating off the mini-server. I might try that tonight, otherwise my cell phone would go nuts throughout the night. Little Niki was at the reception desk, with an Advanced Algebra book open and some scratch paper. She had a calculator, and I loved that she was using her head instead of the machine. "Have you had any trig yet?" "Yes, Dr. Feeny, I had that last year. The teacher wasn't very good and I don't think I learned much." "Did you learn how to use a slide rule?" The little girl reached into her book bag and brought out a nice full sized slide rule in a leather case. She said, "He said this is too slow and not all that accurate. I've taught myself how to use it and it is accurate if you set it up correctly. He won't let me use it for tests, so I use this stupid calculator and my pencil." I pulled my tiny slide rule from my pocket and said, "Come on, give me a square root number and I'll give you a whole." We played back and forth faster and faster for a couple of minutes until the little girl was giggling. "You're too much, Dr. Feeny. That's fun, isn't it? Can you imagine a teenage girl playing with a slide rule for fun?" "Well, Niki, I did it younger than you, and as you could just see, I still do it. I use that silly thing all the time. From now on, you call me 'Sal' or I'll have to address you by Ms. Niki or something equally droll." She giggled her tinkling laugh again. "Niki, look at your watch. Time flies when you're having fun. Let's go home." My cell phone buzzed to let me know someone was attempting to get in. I told Niki, "Let me add something to a program real quick or my phone will drive me nuts." I set the software up for a remote hardware shutdown, but only after they had been working within the doorway for thirty minutes. This would give them a break, as well as me. For fun, I put the screen eater in to drive them nuts. They would think a certain door tripped it, but it would be a timer. A lot of people were going to lose sleep over this tonight. I hoped they could break in. Niki wanted to go home for a while before supper. She said she had some extra credit work she wanted to turn in tomorrow. I'll bet Suki is proud. I stopped by my place and had a couple of the calzones before going back up to the patio. The patio looked as if there was a bunch of junior execs hobnobbing tonight. Several men were wearing sport coats. That told me Steve was taking the intrusion seriously. I really didn't need any bullshit, but I understood security. I thought it would be better to just hire more security guards and build a fence around the business park. If not the park, it could be done around the R&D buildings. I had a beer, but didn't feel like drinking much, and when Rita snuggled up to me and said, "I'm supposed to be your date tonight, but Jenny says she really needs some TLC. Jenny had joined Rita and me and told me. "I'm kind of off kilter with my period and everything that has been happening. I need your company tonight, and Rita is coming over later to visit with us." I looked at Rita, hoping this wasn't the first of some ploys to interrupt another's time. Rita kissed me and told me, "I have to do something with the twins tonight anyway. I was going to drag you off to a Girl Scout event, so this works out well." Jenny was almost hanging on me as I asked, "Want to do something other than just go home later?" At her nod I continued, "I think I'm guessing right. How about asking Jeff if he would like to fly us somewhere for supper? If we get a Cessna, we can take Grenaline if she wants to go. I heard John and Jan say something about a great restaurant at the Daytona airport." "You would trust my son to fly us?" "If he's licensed, he's been trained by some good people. He's out getting more time every chance he gets. Don't you think he's a good pilot?" Jenny almost looked ashamed, "He's asked me to go flying with him a dozen times, but I always put him off. I'll call him right now and I'll bet he's out at the airpark." While she was dialing, I told Jenny, "Tell him I'll pay for the rental and fuel." She laughed, "That will make his day and you his hero." We drove our carts home and jumped in my pickup. Jenny directed me out to the airpark and I was remembering some landmarks this trip. Jeff had a shiny Cessna 172 in front of the charter office. I went inside to tell the night clerk that she should either charge my employee account or I could pay when we get back. Jeff was about as happy as a guy could be. A beat up old Chevy Nova pulled up and Grenaline got out. She told her mom and brother, "Thanks for taking me with you. I love to fly with you, Jeff. When I get money, I'm going to learn how to fly." Jenny and I sat in the back and enjoyed the flight to Daytona. It wasn't very far, but gave Jeff a little flight time. The meal was as advertised and that was very good. It was dark when we came out, and Grenaline asked Jeff, "Are you allowed to fly at night?" Jeff bragged, "I sure can, and it's not only part of my regular lessons, but I have my instrument ticket now. Let's fly down to the Sarasota-Bradenton International Airport for some ice cream. The little snack shop doesn't close until ten. It has great ice cream." We flew down to Sarasota and went inside for a quick creamy cone. We flew back up the coast to check out the brightly lit hotels. We turned inland and were back at the airpark in just a few minutes. Now that was a great way to spend an evening. Jeff and Grenaline rode back to the park together, making me believe they had but one car to share between them. Back at the park, I suggested, "I'm not into anything for a nightcap. If you want something, I have everything possible. I might be interested in some wine, how about you?" "How nice, Sal, a glass of wine would be good." At my place, Jenny didn't act very loving, so I sat with her on the sofa in front of the TV. I turned it on one of the music channels to give us some gentle jazz as a background. We had just sat and had a sip of wine when Jenny leaned over and kissed me. "Would you go put that thing away and take your coat off? I know something's up, but I'm not comfortable with those things around." I went to the bedroom and took the coat and harness off and hung both up. It was going to be a struggle to remember to wear that thing. That's when I realized; I didn't have a carry permit here in Florida. I wonder if it's reciprocal with Texas. As soon as I sat down, Jenny ran a hand up under my knit shirt. Opps, darn, I forgot to get rid of the pocket protector. I slipped it out and put it on the table next to the couch. Jenny wasn't bashful now. In minutes, she wanted to take our wine to the bedroom, or more specifically, the shower. We revisited all of the fun we had that the morning. It was after eleven by the time we lay down facing each other to catch our breath, Jenny was smiling. "You know my kids are watching me with you. They know something is up and if I stay tonight, there will be no quarter shown. Jeff thinks it's sweet, but Grenaline is a little jealous. She wouldn't make love to you, but she still wants something from a guy. I'm going to let her do something with you like we just did. I want you to bring her back here and do some making out, but don't let her get carried away". Jenny was ready to leave, but stopped and made a call from her cell. "Come now, if you still want to. If you want, you can bring the twins to my place. Okay, he's freshly showered and ready for you." Jenny said, "Rita just got home and is putting the twins to bed. They are used to her going back up to the patio for a late night drink, so they will be all right with her leaving." Rita walked up as Jenny stepped out of the door. The two embraced, but Jenny jumped back, "Ow, what's that for?" "You probably wore him out, and now all I'll get are some kisses and snuggles." Jenny was acting like she had been caught doing something naughty, "He's plenty strong and you're a great attraction. He'll be more than happy to make you walk bowlegged." Jenny walked away, and Rita stepped up to me and we had a very serious kiss on my little front door porch. We went inside, and the first thing she asked, "Do you have any of that wine left? I see wine glasses on the side of the sink." "Sure do and I could use some more too." Rita set her knit purse down and it made a rather loud thump. She looked up at me, "Sue told all of us to carry for a few days for insurance purposes. She said Steve doesn't think anyone is coming back, but she feels we should be safe." "What kind of tank are you toting around to make that much noise?" Rita reached in her purse and pulled out a nasty looking revolver. "I have a .357, four inch barrel, but a heavy frame. I'm decent with it. I don't like the longer barrels, and I have trouble remembering where the safeties are on the automatics. This will work." No shit, a lady with a .357 at close range would be very lethal. This was a repeat of earlier as we were soon smooching and Rita suggested, "Why don't we finish our wine in the other room." Since the only other rooms are the bedrooms, we headed to mine. I think we broke a record in getting our clothes off. Rita actually beat me, sliding into the bed and pulling the top sheet and spread back. Rita didn't want any preliminaries, only to get right down to some good thumping. We were catching our breath in less than ten minutes, but I wanted more, at least more sexy stuff. We began kissing again and I was having fun grazing over all of Rita. I had sampled everything above the waist, and when I remembered what I had been neglecting down below, I swooped in to lick a clit. Rita instantly exploded from our renewed excitement as she grabbed for my head to pull my face harder between her legs. Oops, I had left a mess down there, and Rita wasn't taking no for an answer. With each gooey swipe at her clit, Rita exploded again and again until she pushed me away and got up on her hands and knees to look down at me. "That is so nasty. I've always wanted that to happen, but no one ever just dove in like that. I love it and the thought of you giving me pleasure after filling me up is too much. Damn, you are going to be one happy man." Rita held me down to keep me from rising. With an eagerness of a high school cheerleader protecting her virginity, she started sucking my dick in a way that showed some great past experience. I tried to get her to turn around so we could make love, but she wouldn't have it. I tried to get her to climb on top and she kept right on sucking. The inevitable happened. I couldn't hold back and bathed her tonsils with my third ejaculation of the evening. The nasty lady moved up and gave me a spermy lip lock that had both of us thinking that maybe one more time was possible. I didn't get a chance to recover, as Rita wrapped her long legs around me and held me, cradling me to her breast. "That is so good, Sal. You push all of my buttons, before feeding me what I really crave sometimes. If I was in a different corporate world than this one, I would have worked my way up on my knees. I really like to suck cock, and you're a mouthful. I don't choke on you, but I have to open wide. Snuggle with me, Sal; I'm so satisfied and peaceful right now. ------- I was coming out of my deep sleep fog, realizing I was being treated to a morning experience I would think about all day. Rita didn't stop until I had given her what she wanted, and still didn't stop until I was rigid again. "Now fuck me so I walk funny. I'm in perfect condition with a tummy full of your good cum and a pussy now filled with your fat one. Fuck me, Stud." I did the deed to the best of my ability, and since I had just unloaded, it was more than fifteen minutes before I unleashed another load. So good. We didn't relax or cuddle. Both of us were out of bed, used the toilet, and were in the shower within a minute. We washed and kissed, and kissed some more, and while washing each other, Rita said, "I'm nice and squishy and will have to use a pad. I'll love it all day. I have to get home and dress before waking the girls. I'll see you on the patio before work." She was out of the house before I had finished drying. I put on the new grey dress pants that were supposed to be indestructible, the blue shirt, and some dress shoes. When I slid the shoulder rig and sport coat on, I thought of how I should have done that when teaching. There were a couple of instances where a gun might have calmed an idiot down. Thank goodness those instances were resolved with only one person taking a beating and no one was killed. I took the cart to the patio and was surprised that I was there by six twenty. I met Steve coming out of his house and Glenda walking in the side door. She said to me, "You're a nice person to wake up early to have coffee with Steve and me. It's neat having two men every morning." She grinned at me and patted my arm, "I hear you're entertaining those five women you live next door to. I thought most of them were man haters, but I guess that theory is shot down." I was checking my phone to see what had happened during the night. Whoa, Nelly, there was one hundred and ninety-four calls. That would have been what I thought was a record until my phone buzzed again. Someone is still trying. Steve and Glenda were two level-headed people that I needed an opinion or some direction from. "Glenda, I hope this doesn't embarrass you, but you may have some good ideas. Steve, you are able to handle six women without any strain, but I don't think I'm put together that way. Having a bunch of girlfriends like this is exciting, and what man in his right mind would walk away from what the girls have offered me?" I sipped my coffee while trying to organize my thoughts. "I was raised in a one dad, one mom household. I've always thought I would settle down with one woman one day, raise a couple of kids, and live happily ever after. These women want to occupy all of my free time. It's not that I have a lot of other things to do, but I'm constantly afraid I'll spend too much time with one and not another. They really tripped me up when they began doubling up on me. Does that happen to you, Steve?" It was Glenda who snorted, "Stevie boy is always playing with his ladies. I know he has times when they don't mess with him, and they don't interfere with his work for the most part. How could you not like having five women vying for your attention? You know you can always lay down some ground rules to help you cope." Steve patted me on the back, "Why don't you talk to Mercy and Missy about this problem. They are very perceptive and might be able to give you some insight on the bunch of them." My phone was still buzzing about every thirty seconds. I looked up at Steve, "I'm going to grab a sandwich when they come and get into my workshop. I challenged a bunch of hackers to break my code and they haven't so far. I want to completely shut down their access." I said to Glenda, "Thank you for not thinking I'm weird to have five girlfriends or whatever they are, but I'm really nervous over all of this attention." A bellhop in a Holiday Inn cart came in and put a couple of huge boxes down on a table. He waved at Steve and was gone. I pulled a sandwich and some napkins, then went out to head for my office and shop full of toys. With a few keystrokes on my pseudo server, I observed all of the active accesses to see how far any of them were. I had given my Yahoo e-mail address for contact in the event someone wanted to ask me questions. I accessed all of the hackers trying to get through the first door after the hardware firewall and advised them that they had given their best to break my code and I appreciated their effort. I sent every one of them an e-mail, knowing that most of them would not receive it through all of their bridges. I double-checked all of the connections to make sure no one left any lurking software. There were, of course, multiple areas of the hardware firewall that had been compromised, but I wasn't worried about that. There were over a hundred e-mails that had a file attached that I didn't open, since I didn't want to have to fool with dumping a virus. On those, I separated the return IP address and batched them with a simple program that showed a door. On a hill on the other side of the door was a pot of gold. There was the sound of a creaky door being moved, then closing with a thump. From that point the user screen went blank. It was something different than my screen eater. The next batch file I sent was something similar to my security program, but considerable less sophisticated. The purpose was to keep anyone from using those IP addresses as bridges. When that was complete, I watched the counter go from near two hundred right down to zero. All of them were gone. I'm sure I would get more e-mails, but I could always dump the Yahoo account for another, or use my MSN account. The rest of the system housekeeping was just a matter of defaulting the hardware firewall and loading an app I had been working on that would protect it against attacks. It was a simple program that sent an unrecognized IP address to a split screen of the U.S. Department of Commerce and the FBI when it came through. The more I thought of it, the more I didn't want to tempt even more hackers to try or to bust into the country's computer systems. I listed the static IP address for the computer department server of the university I had just left instead, sort of a killing two birds thing. My mini-server software only required about a megabyte, and I loaded it onto an empty hard drive with only a few programs to make it look authentic. I ran simple scan software to look for any spy programs, and finally, I did a bios scan to make sure nothing strange was lurking around. Now I could begin building the protection for all of the systems. I connected my laptop to the R&D server and began running my detective software. Since this is a system that cannot be accessed outside R&D, I didn't think I would find anything. I didn't. What I wanted was to eventually be able to have off-premise access to the server and be sure it was bulletproof. My next trick was to go out on the internet and come into the main S&S server. Sue had told me her IT guys said it would be impossible to get through their protection. Knowing that a few programmers left a signature and IP e-mail address, I looked for it as I went through all of the company's protection. I found a watchdog program and had to work around a lot of little traps before getting into his software. The programmer did what so many do. Instead of trapping and tracking them, he assumed his watchdog would stop them. I was able to find the signature I was looking for. The way it was numbered made me think he assigned a new number every time he loaded the software. The programmer had created a good system, but most very serious hackers would quickly be in. The guard dog might bump them a couple of times, but he didn't have a system shut down when the system was inappropriately accessed past the guard dog software. The program assumed the hacker had given up. I sent the IP e-mail address my name and office telephone number. Along with it, I sent a copy of his software firewall, a copy of his watchdog program, and a short list of the snoop programs that were embedded within his personal software. I wonder if he monitors the mail server on that IP address. This was a no wait situation. I had just begun tearing his software down when the phone rang. "Feeny." "How the hell did you do that? I've had the kids out at USF continuously try to beat me and they can't even knock on the door. Who are you anyway? Are you the new guy from Texas they were bringing in?" I started over again, "Hi, my name is Sal Feeny, what's yours?" "Huh, a, oh yeah, I'm Guy Fletcher the company's IT head. We have a small office in the main building of Quality Wear. Where are you? Are you on campus or are you doing this from somewhere else?" "I'm in the new addition of the R&D building. I had a little spare time and was working through the systems to get them a little more secure. As I showed you, several attackers have left snoop programs so they receive updates on certain files. I'm going to run a scan of the server and all of their drives and separate all of the odd stuff that I don't recognize. You can help determine what is bad and what is normal. You can also help to clean the backups." "You know, Feeny, I scan all of the drives every night. How can there be garbage in my drives?" "Guy, what you have written and installed is good, but you have to go a few steps farther. If you're interested, come by and I'll help you learn about them." "Thanks, I'll take you up on that offer. I have a couple of users to help before I can come over. Is your area behind the big iron door?" "Yeah, just ask the guard to call me and I'll come get you." Just for fun I used my laptop to check in on Mom's kitchen PC. She was standing at the sink washing something. "Good morning, Mom, what's for breakfast?" I watched as she jumped when I spoke. "I'm never going to get used to you being able to just start talking to me from the other side of the country. I'm fixing your dad some fried potatoes with a little piece of meat. He'll want some eggs too, but it will be ready when he comes in. You're looking good this morning, Son. Did you have a good night?" "Every night is good here, Mom. I'm well fed and have made loads of new friends. This place is filled with people who can't see my pocket protector." "So, Sal, all you need now is a lady friend to share your good times with, huh?" "Mom, when you and Dad come to visit me, I'll introduce you to the ladies I have been visiting with. I think you will approve." "In that case, Kid, we're on our way. Your dad will never agree to the money to fly, so we'll be there in a couple of days. You can put that into the bank." "Hang on, Mom; let me make a call." Using the speakerphone, I dialed the number on the scroll down list on my phone for air charter. "CS&S Air Charter, this is DeDe, may I help you?" "Hi, DeDe, this is Sal Feeny. I was told I could occasionally ask for favors, so I'm asking, do you have anything that will be flying back and coming across the Texas panhandle?" "For when are you looking for, Sal, today, tomorrow?" I answered DeDe, "Either this evening or tomorrow would be good." DeDe asked me, "Could whoever needs this flight be ready by around one thirty to two o'clock? We have a charter that's coming back empty from Reno, Lake Tahoe. They should be coming by there around one thirty." I spoke to Mom, "Mom did you hear that? Can you and Dad be at the airport in Lubbock by one thirty?" "Damn right we can, and DeDe, if you can hear me, I could kiss you. Thank you very much." "We're happy to make Dr. Feeny or Sal happy out here. I'll see you when you fly in. I'll still be on duty." "Thanks, DeDe, I'll check with you guys later about when to meet them. Thank you, DeDe." I pushed the release button on the phone and said, "It's all set, Mom. Get Dad going so he can arrange for the animals. Call me on my new cell phone number to make sure you're okay and on time. I'll leave it on your screen. Now fix breakfast and feed Dad. I'm not sure whether to tell him before or after breakfast that you guys are riding a corporate jet here." "He'll be fine, Sal. He will probably be worse than you about getting going." "Bye, Mom, love you." "Bye, Sal, love you." My phone rang. It was the front door guard telling me that Guy was waiting to get in. I went to get him, shook hands, and signed him in. The guard knew the man, but he didn't have Guy on my unit's admit list. All the way until lunchtime, I showed Guy various methods of trapping a hacker and also showed him how we could track all of the intruder's keystrokes to see how he was able to get as far as he did. When I showed him my fun stuff, like the Ms. Pac man screen eater and the closing door, I thought Guy was going to choke with laughter. "I'm getting hungry, Guy, how about going to lunch. Do you eat on the patio?" "Sal, I'm just an employee. No one invites us out there unless it's a special Friday night gig." "Well, I'm driving, and that's where I'm going for lunch. Join me or see me later. I have to be gone a while this afternoon, but I'll be back." Guy said, "I'll eat in the cafeteria, they have good food. I have a lot to do this afternoon too, but I need to see more of what you're doing and what you can do." I promised Guy, "I'll try to get together with you later this week. I want to work on all of the systems and how we will access them. See you then, Guy." The patio was filling up for lunch when I arrived at the same time as a bunch of kids. I was used to the noise level increase of the kids by now, so I did what everyone else does; I found a place to sit and ate. While eating near Steve, I told him about working on the systems and that Guy and I were working together to ensure that all of the systems were secure. Steve liked that. I mentioned that my mom and dad would be arriving somewhere around three or a little after. Steve said, "That is really neat that your folks are coming to visit so soon. You said they would, but a lot of parents are too busy to drop everything and visit their children." "Steve, Dad is sort of slowing down and in semi-retirement. He has enough men working the ranch that he doesn't have to lift a finger, but he stays busy and insists on doing the regular chores when he's home. You'll like him. He's a real down home guy." As we finished eating, I remembered something. "Steve, does the company have something like those Expeditions I see all over for employees to use? I'm thinking I need a regular car, or a passenger vehicle like an SUV for everyday use. A pickup isn't convenient when you need to bring people along." "We don't have any vehicles for what you're asking about. We have a few fifteen passenger vans, lots of pickups, but no cars. If you want to use one of mine or Sue's, that would be fine. How about getting Jenny to drive you? She has a big Expedition." "You know what? I'll use the pickup today, since my folks are used to it. I'll get my dad to go with me to pick something out. I like the Ford Escape. It should be about my size." I was back in my lab or shop by twelve thirty. I worked for a solid two hours making the company's two servers impenetrable. Everything I knew how to do was now done, so it would be how much they wanted to open up its use from outside. I needed to create a simple version of the software to send to all of the outlying locations so they can clean up their drives and protect them the same as the home office. I checked with the men in the server room and the senior tech said they should be complete by tomorrow noon. He told me he would like me to be present when he does the diagnostics. I wasn't going to be back there that day, so I said goodbye to those that needed to know and left. ------- Chapter 13 It didn't take me long to run home for my truck. I checked inside the house to make sure everything was straight and neat, or I would never hear the end of it from my mom. It appeared as if whoever they were using for a housekeeper had just finished. The place sparkled. I arrived at the airpark at two twenty and parked at the Air Charter office. I had followed a company pickup in. Inside the office, DeDe was happy to see me again, "Hi, Dr. Feeny, or Sal, as you want to be called, you won't have long to wait. We were running ahead of schedule with a tailwind and your folks were waiting for us when we landed. They hardly gave the crew time for a potty break. They sure are anxious." There was chatter over the radio speakers. DeDe gave me some instructions while pointing, "That's them now. They are on final approach and will be down in a couple of minutes. If you want to watch, stand out by the edge of the small aircraft hangar." Being the typical gawker, I walked past the open hangar that had more than a dozen small aircraft parked inside. I watched the sleek jet touchdown on the main landing gear before dropping the nose gear and slowing down. The plane was much bigger than I had thought it would be, but I really didn't have any experience with small jets. I watched as the aircraft went past the charter office, turned a hundred and eighty degrees, and stopped with the passenger door of the aircraft right in front of the office. I could see the pilot and co-pilot doing various things through the front windscreen while the door to the aircraft opened and steps were lowered. A young lady in a uniform got off and stuck her hand out to help someone from the aircraft. Mom came down the couple of steps and stood looking around. Dad came down the steps, checking out the young lady who was obviously some kind of flight attendant. A ground attendant pulled a big and small suitcase from a rear luggage compartment and carried them to my pickup truck. Mom and Dad were looking around for me when I walked back from the open door of the small aircraft hangar. The folks were too excited to see me, considering I had only been gone a couple of weeks. Mom rained kisses on my face while hugging me, followed by a bone crushing hug from Dad. I was equally happy to see my folks. I took them inside to meet DeDe, Star, and Betty, who were all busy getting ready for the afternoon pilot lessons. Once that was done, I took them to my truck for the drive to the trailer park. They already knew I lived in a mobile – well, manufactured – home park, but the reality didn't hit them until I was through the gate and circling to the back where my place was. When we pulled up to my place, Dad made the comment, "This is a hell of lot friendlier looking than that apartment you had. It looks like people enjoy living here." Mom was right there being observant, "How nice that someone planted all of these flowers around your trailer. It does make it homey." Inside, the place was almost a shock to Mom. "Sal, you have a nicer kitchen than I do. This is beautiful." Dad liked the one big family room with the big TV. "Man, you can watch TV sitting at that counter, can't you? I like the idea that you can see that big thing from anywhere in the room. This is great." I took them into the front bedroom through the door on the side of the kitchen. Mom exclaimed, "Oh my, Honey, there is enough room in here to do some tall playing, isn't there?" "Mom, enough said of that," Dad said in his authoritative voice. "You'll embarrass your youngest if you keep that up." Dad pinched Mom's bottom and told her, "Keep your britches pulled up, Honey; we'll be back here before long to test this bed." My parents were acting like teenagers. After bringing their bags in and helping them get their clothes hung up, I said, "Now to show you off a little. This is early, so there won't be many people there, but it's a great time to meet some of the new moms and to play with the babies." They both looked confused before I told them, "Just look around, meet the people, and watch. You'll get the idea real fast. This is the most unusual group of people you will ever meet. I don't know a lot of people real well yet, but I know surprisingly many. Come on, let's ride over." When I directed them to get in my cart, Dad made the comment, "So here you're known as "Wild Sal Feeny" and "Doc Feeny" and how did they get your pictures for the caricatures?" "Dad, who knows how they do everything they do? You'll get a feel for it as you visit. By tomorrow, you'll want to sell the ranch and move in with me." "Not likely, Son, but I'm happy you've found a good group of people to live with." "That's the best part, Dad," I proclaimed, while waving my hand around. "This is not just a good group to live around; it's a great group to work with. You'll see." I took the long way to the patio to show them the rec centers, the sports complex, and even drove back by Chuck's place to give them an eyeball on his huge complex. I told Dad, "The guy who owns this is as common as grass. He's involved in all kinds of things and apparently has money bulging from his pockets. He doesn't act like it, and his family is really nice; unique, but nice." When we stopped at the patio, my dad said to mom, "Now that is a Texas sized back porch. That's what I was trying for the last time I rebuilt that thing at home. I just didn't make it big enough." As I walked in, Steve and Sue got up from a table near the bar and came to meet my folks. Dad took one look at Steve and asked, "Are you from Texas or do you just wear comfortable clothes?" Sue laughed, "No, he's not from Texas, but I don't think he owns anything besides western pants, jeans, and boots. He does have T-shirts and a couple of white shirts." As we talked and moved toward the bar, more of Steve's women came out of the house. First it was Giovanna, the Italian beauty who walked up to us. I don't know how Mom knows these things, but she greeted Giovanna in her native language. You would have thought it was Giovanna's mother the way she hugged Mom. While they yapped away, Steve introduced my folks, or at least my dad to Mercy, Kathy, Juanita, and Mickey." Glenda came out, and I put my arm around her to introduce her myself, "Dad, Mom, this is Glenda. I have coffee with her and Steve every morning. It's a great way to begin my day." More women began coming from the house, so I held up my hand, "Okay, Ladies, I'll try to get this right, but you are a bunch to remember." Some of the women were carrying babies, while others were anxiously looking back toward the living room. I went through all of them and apparently got them right. Mom did her Italian thing with Gina, who was as demonstrative as Giovanna. Steve told my folks, "While you're here, I'll try to put you straight on how I came up with such a big family." That's when Mom choked, "How many of these women are yours?" Steve gave a sheepish grin and told them, "Only six, but you should see the pile of kids I have. It's a blast." Both Mom and Dad were immediately skeptical. Steve saw it and tugged on Dad's arm, "Come on, have a beer. It's almost Miller time anyway." Dad followed Steve, and Mom staggered a little but followed them. The girls all gave me a hug before going inside. Damn, these women were all just wonderful. Mom quietly asked me, "If the first bunch was Steve's, who do the others belong to?" I looked at her as casually as I could, "Chuck and Lisa. They will all tell you that they belong to Chuck and Lisa. I'm not sure how that works yet, but I'll probably figure it out." "Give me a beer, Son. I think I need something after that meeting. You said you have a special friend, is she coming here?" "Mom, don't panic, but I have five special friends who are all single moms and who have great jobs right here in the company. You'll like them." Mom pulled my head down to whisper in my ear, "Sal, you can only marry one. What will you do with the rest?" "Don't worry, Mom, you'll see when you meet them." Dad and Steve had been having a conversation near us and I could tell Dad was warming to Steve and to Sue who was with him. Of course, Dad had trouble taking his eyes from Sue's enormous chest but he was being tantalized by Gina and Giovanna who were on the patio, and the luscious sight of Grenaline had him weak in the knees. Mom saw the way he was devouring the young Grenaline and Niki, who was cutting up with her. Ding dong, if they're here, their mothers can't be far behind. Rita walked in the patio and came straight for me, embraced me, and gave me a great kiss right on the mouth. Before I could introduce her, Jenny walked in and came straight for me. I could see both Mom and Dad looking between Jenny and Grenaline. As if planned, which I'm sure it was, Marilyn slinked in, using her sexy walk that would create an interest from any man. I received her kiss and was immediately hugged and kissed by Janet, and her daughter, Donna, who kissed my cheek and went to be with the other two girls. The final lady made her entrance. Suki sparkled from the doorway all the way to me. My folks had to do the checking between Suki and Niki as the mother approached. The tiny wonder jumped up, wrapped her legs around my waist, and put a lip lock on me that was mind bending. As she dropped her feet to the ground, she announced, "I'm not the biggest, but I try to make the biggest entrance." As if choreographed, Kathy was nearby and said, "Mr. and Mrs. Feeny, these five women are trying to occupy all of your son's time. You'll have to talk to them about how they do that, but I'm sure it is a fun story." "The first lady that came in is Rita, who Sal met in Panama City Beach. The total fox, with the equally foxy daughter, is Jenny. I think choosing between the Jenny and Grenaline would be a difficult choice. Marilyn is our most vocal, so don't pay a lot of attention to her. She's always talking. Janet is a gentle doll, as is her daughter, Donna. Sal has already been good for her. And this little one next to the rest of them is Suki, who has an equally cute daughter, Niki." The five women were lined up so Mom and Dad could look them over. I could see the look on the girls' faces as they all wanted to be accepted by my parents. It was Mom's turn to get excited "Is this who you said you were being friendly with? Sal, these are all beautiful women. I just have to learn more about each of you. I hope we will have time to visit." Rita, ever the smart one, "We're not going anywhere. It's time for a beer or evening drink, so let's grab a table and visit." Dad took hold of my arm, "Kid, I know the look a woman has in her eye for her man, and all five of them have that look. You better be careful, or one of them is liable to be on the jealous side of mean." I quietly answered Dad, "I asked that same question, Dad, but they all say we are just going to be special friends. They all live next door to me and I'm sure they rearranged their places to get me in the middle. I'll keep my eyes open, Dad, but so far, so good." Steve came up to us and asked Dad, "How about some of the girls' killer chicken wings. Sal is one of just a few who can eat them. I'm told he takes after you." "Bring 'em on, Steve. I am a mite hungry." Grenaline and Niki came over to be introduced. When I introduced the two to Dad, Grenaline gave her vamp best to rub around on poor Dad, and of course, Niki was trying but just not built for the same effect. I introduced them to Mom, who couldn't get over how similar the girls were to their mothers. Dad said, "Looks like the moms are going to have some competition with their daughters." "Not really, Dad. Grenaline is a tease and loves to lead guys on. She's smart and is in a pre-med course of study. Niki is just about to begin college too. These women are not dumb blondes or brunettes. You'll be impressed while you're here, as they are all above average." Mercy was watching Dad as he ate one of her most vicious wings. He didn't even reach for his beer as he reached for another wing. Mercy came up to us and commented, "No wonder Sal didn't even flinch when he ate our wings. You just had some as if they were candy." Dad laughed, "Sal, call your sister and have her send you a jar of her new sauce. It almost hurts it's so hot. You'll love it." Mercy poked Steve, got his cell phone, and handed it to me, "Call her, call her right now. Kathy and I have to have some." I gave his phone back to her and called Sis on my phone. "Hey, Sis, this is Sal." There was a pause before, "I'm fine and doing well down here in Florida. If you get a chance, you'll have to visit. You know Mom and Dad are visiting, and Dad says you have a new hot sauce that's great. How do I talk you out of a jar and the recipe? I have some new friends who love hot stuff." Sis said she would send it out this evening as she had to go by the airport post office. She said she and my niece and nephew were going to be in Lubbock to go to the mall for some shopping. She chatted for a minute and asked for Mom. I gave Mom my phone and the two were off to the races. I swear they talk every day and often, like right now, they have an extra couple of minutes and just yak and yak. My dad was telling me, "If you like that phone, you'd better collect it from your mom right away. She can make a cell phone disappear faster than a magician." Since we were sitting at the bar with Mercy and Kathy, Mercy pointed at my dad's near empty beer mug and told him to watch the mug. The mug began dematerializing. Just like Star Trek. It faded right out. Dad asked, "Does she make cell phones disappear like that?" We were sitting at the bar with Dad's hand almost where the mug had been, when a full mug appeared. Mercy winked at Dad as she got up and went inside the house. "For all that's holy, that was one of the best tricks I've ever seen." Steve told Dad, "You'll have to go the club and watch Mercy perform with her mom and dad. Merlin, her dad, is one of the most accomplished magicians you'll ever meet. Then after you think you've seen everything, Mercy and her mom will begin reading minds of people in the audience, picking out who might be having the most radical thoughts. It makes for great entertainment." As we sat at the bar, more and more people came in and were introduced to Mom and Dad. We were hearing some music coming from the house, which isn't all that unusual, but it was a little early for Donny and Marty. Gina was still at the bar with Giovanna, and told us, "Chuck and Lisa are playing with Bonita. Bonita wanted to learn a new song." After listening for a minute, Dad asked, "If I didn't know the man was dead, I'd swear that's Les Paul in there and that voice has to be Mary Ford. I have to see this." I took Dad into the house, looked around the corner of the huge living room area, and in the far end, Chuck and Lisa were messing with what they called their controller as they pushed buttons and turned dials. Lisa kept singing a single note while Chuck and Bonita were doubling and tripling the reverb echoes. When they felt they had it right, Chuck began playing the lead in, with Bonita playing a rhythm background on her acoustic while monitoring the console, and Lisa was playing a bass as she came right in with the vocals. If you closed your eyes, you could have seen Les Paul up on stage with Mary Ford hugging a microphone. It was that good, that close to the real thing. They did an extended version, with Chuck playing a longer solo, before going through the reverbed lyrics one more time. When they were done, Bonita was happily punching buttons on the console again. The little girl said, "We got that one down perfect. I heard it on YouTube and knew we could do a good job on that one. Don't you just love the way the voice can be doubled and tripled?" Dad said to me in a low voice, "That was amazing, Sal. You say those two are Chuck and Lisa? Are they professional musicians?" "They might be, Dad but they are also pilots, and I believe Deputy U.S. Marshals. I don't know how they do everything, since Chuck is supposed to have an island paradise off the coast of Costa Rica that is something special. Like I told you, Dad, keep your eyes open and enjoy these people. Wait until you hear that little girl play her electric guitar or her fiddle. She is an amazing talent." As we walked out onto the patio, Mom was still holding the five girls' attention, and they had now been joined by the three daughters present. From nowhere, I was attacked by two girls of about thirteen, who were determined to use me for a Mount Everest climbing demonstration. Rita's twins ended up on a knee each and asked in twin speak, twin one, "Is this," twin two, "your dad", twin one, "from Texas," twin two, "Is that," twin one, "your mom," twin two, "talking to," both twins at once, "our mom?" I thought Dad was going to roll on the floor. Steve told Dad, "Twin boys aren't nearly as bad as girls. My Danny and Manny don't finish each other's sentences. I think they draw straws to see who will talk." "Dad, these two are Janice and Joan. You don't have to know who is one or the other. I think they've been switching identities for so long that even they have forgotten who they really are." The cute little almost grownups gave Dad a big smile and a handshake before they vanished among the many other kids. Mercy was back out with more killer wings, but this time, Chuck and Lisa were following the smell of hot sauce. Mercy said, "I have triplets with two girls and they do their thing just like Rita's. The third is a boy and he's smart. He sits back and watches his sisters do all of the talking." Sue was funny at that point, "Just like his dad. Steve has become a better talker over the years, but you still have to drag some things out of him." By this time, the patio was near capacity, or at least it seemed that way, as everyone was crowded up in the space around the bar. Mom and the five women and their three daughters were sitting back laughing now, so the intense part of their getting to know each other routine must be complete. Knowing Mom, I'm sure she'll catch each one by herself for a quick chat. Is she nosy? Could she be curious about her son, or being a protective mama bear? The lady I knew as Peaches hollered from the top of the stairs, "All right you kids, set the tables and wash your hands. Supper will be ready in just a few minutes." Mom and Dad now had the opportunity to watch what I had already found remarkable. All of the kids were instantly busy putting tablecloths on the tables, and carrying out dishes, glasses, and flatware. There was going to be something good for supper, because steak knives were being added. You knew it wasn't grilled steak, as there was no one cooking at the bar. While we were watching, the massive person known as Donny, with the darling Gerry, came to me. Donny said, "So introduce me to your folks, Sal. You'll get to meet mine this weekend." I was able to get Mom to break away long enough to introduce her to the two people I worked with at the R&D complex. Donny told my dad, "You gotta watch these computer geeks. They make all kinds of crazy things happen. It's already happening over at our building, as we're able to get on the secure system now from anywhere. I don't know how he did that so fast, but he has made it happen and the IT people are all blaming it on Sal." This made Dad proud. Dad confidentially told Donny, "If you want to see some fancy ridin' and ropin, have him show off for you. Just about the time you think you have him figured out, he'll put on a six gun exhibition on that'll knock your socks off." Donny reached out, and with too much ease, pulled me to him for a man hug. "I like this guy. We're already working real well together. Good son you have here, Mr. Feeny." Mom and Dad had not been on the ground five hours and I was sure they were sold on the place. Supper was large slabs of country fried steak with mashed potatoes, lots and lots of gravy, green beans, and apple sauce. I thought of the lady gambler and the chicken fried filet she had ordered. I wondered how she was doing. Dad was in hog heaven, chowing down on the good food. Mom was a healthy eater, but it was usually after she put in a physically tough day. While people were sipping coffee after supper, Steve stood up and announced, "Our newest member, Sal Feeny, has his parents visiting from Texas. Make sure you introduce yourselves to them. Mr. and Mrs. Feeny, you are welcome guests here. Please enjoy us." Chuck and Lisa came by to introduce themselves. Dad told them how much he enjoyed hearing them do a Les Paul and Mary Ford "How High the Moon." Chuck told Dad, "Bonita is the one that comes up with all of the off the wall stuff she wants us to do. She's writing a lot of her own music now, and she's pretty busy with that, but she still comes up with something strange almost every day." As the evening grew later, Mom and Dad, along with the five ladies and I were sitting together. Janet had maneuvered around to be sitting next to me. She whispered in my ear, "Unlock the rear door in your room for me when you get home. I'm not missing my night with you. I promise to be quiet." For a previously bashful woman, she was being pretty aggressive with my mom and dad sitting with us. Mom caught on and winked at me when she caught Janet with her hand on my thigh, close to the prize. Around ten, I told Mom and Dad, "This crowd gets up early, so how about coming home with me and getting ready for bed. You two wanted to check out that big bed; now's the time." I received kisses and hugs from all of the girls, who were also getting ready to go home for the night. I told Steve I would see him in the morning and drove the folks to my place. Inside, I asked the two, "Do you guys want to sleep late, or get up early and have coffee with Steve and Glenda? It's an hour earlier for you two, but I usually go over there about six to six thirty. I will go to work straight from there. I'll have to find something to keep you two busy tomorrow." Mom said, "I'm going to go with the lady named Mesa up to the language class they have. Mesa is teaching the children how to speak Italian. They apparently are all fluent in Spanish, including reading and writing the language. Mesa told me she is teaching the kids how to read and write Italian as well." I looked at Dad, "How about coming along with me in the morning. I have a couple of things I need to set up before I can let the monster check itself out for the next thirty-six hours. If it comes up with a glitch, it could be forty-eight to sixty hours. We'll have time to do a few things." Mom gave me a hug and told Dad, "Come on, let's see if we can find something spicy on the TV. Do you think we might be able to figure out what to do?" I locked up and shut lights off. Back in my bedroom, I went to the outside door that I had never opened yet, and unlocked it. The door immediately opened and Janet quickly stepped in. She hugged me, giving me a very nice kiss as she used a free hand to lock the door. She asked, "Does the key work in that door too? We need to find out so the others can come over at night." Janet was dressed in a sheer gown and a robe that she took off and laid across a chair. She began working on my clothes. I was naked in seconds, laying back on the bed with Janet sitting on my hips looking down at me. With a quick movement of her hands, Janet's silky gown floated toward the chair to join her robe. Just looking at the beauty had my interest on the rise. Janet's eyes were sparkling as she leaned down to kiss me. She pulled up just a little and said, "Lie still, I want to make love to you tonight. The last time we were together, you turned me inside out. This time I want to make you the happiest man alive." It's a good thing I came home early, as Janet didn't want to wear out tonight. I know she had to have come at least a half dozen times, and I donated at least three helpings of my essence. She kept using her hands and mouth to get me back up, before directing how she wanted to be loved for her next course. She was so sexy soft; you just wanted to go on and on. Janet finally pulled me down on top of her while still connected, and rolled us to our sides. She kissed me and softly said, "Good night, Lover. Sleep well." I did what all good men do, I fell asleep. My eyes popped open with the sound of movement within the house. It took me a couple of seconds to remember Mom and Dad were visiting. The clock said it was just six, so I jumped up, did my thing in the bathroom, dressed, and pulled the bed clothes up to make the bed. I should probably have changed the sheets, since they were still damp, but that would have to be later. I walked out to the kitchen and found dad at the counter, watching coffee drip in the small Mr. Coffee. "Hi Dad, couldn't wait for coffee on the patio?" Dad looked up at me, "I really wanted some now, and didn't know whether you had to wait for it to be made in the morning over there." The answer to that was easy, "The coffee system they have turns on automatically in the morning, so it's ready as soon as Steve and Glenda bring their cups out." "I only made enough for a couple of cups so your Mom and I could have some. She should be out any second. Sit, we'll split this three ways, then go visit for breakfast." Dad poured about two thirds of a cup in three mugs and handed me one. "You had a visitor last night, didn't you?" I looked up at Dad as he expanded on the topic, "Your mom says it was the one named Janet. She said she saw her teasing you earlier in the evening." "Sorry, Dad, I didn't think we made much noise." "Not a problem, Son, what noise you did make was enough to set your mom off. I need to see the pill pusher when she gets like that. She could wear out a rodeo full of cowboys." When he saw me rolling my eyes, Dad told me with a laugh, "Did you think you invented that stuff? That's how your mom and I made you and your siblings. We had a damn good time doing it too. Relax with sex, Son; it's something that is supposed to be enjoyed. You are soon going to have all of those women in bed with you at one time if I know women. They're acting pretty loving toward you." Mom came from the bedroom dressed in a pair of jeans, western shirt, and common work boots with a dogging heel. She gave Dad a hug and kiss, then gave me one as she asked, "Where are the clean sheets? Your dad and I totally destroyed that bed last night. Whoever furnished the place bought you some good mattresses." "I don't know where the clean sheets are, but I'd bet they are in the closet with the towels next to your bathroom. Don't worry about it though, as I have someone who comes in and cleans everyday or at least every other day. I'll make sure your room gets changed." Mom and Dad had taken a couple of good swigs of coffee before Dad stood up and said, "Let's go see if Steve is already up." I put the cups into the sink and locked the door on the way out to the cart. On the way over, I told Mom and Dad, "I'll get you guys a cart to run around in and rent you a car so you can go exploring. The motel next door has rentals." We pulled up to the patio at almost six thirty and Dad was amazed that there were several people already sitting with Glenda and Steve. Wes and DeDe were telling Steve about how well the new Light Sport Aircraft were doing for flight instruction. Wes said, "Those things are even better than the one fifty. They handle like a dream and are easy to land, they sort of float onto the runway." Dad told me, "You need to learn to fly. If you were to do that, you could fly home for a weekend without having to worry about schedules. You know, the flat area behind the main barn was graded for the crop dusters. They land and take off there every year. We get our fields done for a discount because they use us to go in and out of. Think about it, Sal, I'd love to have you flying us around." I talked to Dennis, Donny, Sandy, and Gerry about the testing of the equipment today. I told them I would set it up and let it run. There wasn't anyway to hurry up the testing and configuration. The others from our group were happy that I had all ready made the other servers available to everyone. I told Dennis that I needed to allow a few more people to have access to our systems, but I thought we would keep it just for our research group for right now. All were in agreement. After we had some breakfast sandwiches, I took Dad with me. Dennis accompanied us when I brought Dad in so he was able to give the guard the okay. Dad said, "You guys have some pretty stiff security here. Are you afraid of something happening?" "I don't know, Dad, but we've already had some spy things happen. We're going to be doing some military stuff and that needs to be kept under cover. Come on; let me show you how your son messes with some expensive equipment." I brought all of the units on line and linked them for a single output, then broke them out one by one for individual testing. The program I modified for this equipment would test each of the separate units and when they had passed that portion of the examination, the program would begin linking each unit, adding on one more unit at a time. When they were done, there would be thirty-two separate powerful computers working together to process data. I watched the systems as they began their tests before we walked out to the front. Grenaline was nose deep into a book. She looked up and greeted Dad, "Good morning, Mr. Feeny. Isn't that equipment room something? It makes the hair on my neck stand up. All that power for us to use." Grenaline was wearing a modest skirt and top this morning. Looking for the entire world like a secretary receptionist. I told her, "If you hear a bunch of whistles and bells, call me. The system should call me too, but if you hear something strange, call me. I'll be around on campus this morning." Outside Dad asked, "Show me more of this place. Let's go back to where they were working on the trucks again. I want to see one of those bodies. It looked like the chassis they were putting that one body on was all chrome. That sure was pretty." We checked out the truck body plant and watched as they pulled an old body from a chassis. We traveled over to the cart plant and watched the line move carts from worker to worker. Dad saw the signs around and asked, "Those are the signs you were talking about? You know, there were even some over your doors. I suppose you need to strive for perfection the same as everyone else." Steve was still on the patio when we came back. He was talking to Tiny, Henry, Chuck, and the guy I knew to be Ben. They were talking about some problems they were having with their new drug plant, as the feds were restricting their ability to get some raw materials. I told Dad, "These people have a village built for disabled vets. Chuck is putting men through training to be machinists, as well as several other occupations. Some of the men are being sent to the local college to become attorneys, accountants, and some research physicians. Chuck says he is trying to help every vet that wants to succeed to integrate back into civilian life. If you watch Chuck, he has a fake leg. He doesn't act like it, but you can see it if you watch him carefully." When the meeting broke up, Steve asked my dad, "How about coming with me to see my main shop. You'll enjoy seeing how I got started. We have a photo gallery that shows the original building. You'll have fun. We'll come back for lunch. I work out and go for a swim after lunch. If you and your wife want, you can join us at the gym as well as the pool." Dad instantly abandoned me. I needed to find out who took care of my place, so I went inside the house to see if Sue was there. Gina pointed toward the front of the trailer and said, "Sue's in her design office. Just go in, it's not secret or anything." There was a very big office with dress forms scattered around the room. Sue looked up and asked, "Did you already wear out your new clothes? I thought those things were indestructible." "They are, Sue. I just grabbed the first thing I could find this morning. I heard my dad was up and moving around, so I needed to hustle." I went closer to her and the other girl who was cutting material, "Can you tell me who is taking care of my place? I'd like to talk to her for a minute." Sue looked at her wristwatch before picking up her cell phone. She made a call, "Hi, Joan, where are you this morning? Okay, that's good. Sal wants to talk to you so I'll send him home while you're there." "Joanie is doing a few places to earn some extra money. Your deal has housekeeping included, so you really don't have to worry about anything. Joanie will check your place everyday and make sure you have clean linens and the place is straight. With your mom and dad here, I'm sure that will be important." I drove to my place and walked in to find an older lady standing at the sink, washing the cups from this morning. "Hi, Joanie, I haven't met you yet. I'm Sal Feeny, so now we're even. I didn't know you came by every day. Thank you for keeping the place so pristine." The lady smiled at me and told me, "I will always check the bed linens to see if they need changing. I take the dirty stuff home and wash it there. Sue and Steve pay me very well to take care of a few places. This is a perfect part time job for me. What else can I do for you? How about some fresh flowers every day? I just love the way flowers make a home smell good." "You're the boss, Joanie; I'd love to have flowers." Joanie was looking at me a little embarrassed, "I'll bet those five ladies of yours would enjoy the flowers as well. The ladies are all so sweet. I do Rita's place, but only her room and the living room and kitchen area like you have. The kids have to help with the rest of the house and keep their rooms straight. Rita's a good mom." "Thanks for doing such a good job, Joanie. If you need anything, just leave me a note." It was getting close to lunchtime, so I went back up to the patio and had a cup of coffee. Janet came in and gave me a kiss and hug, "You were a real tiger last night. I thought I could wear you out in a half hour, but you were still going when I couldn't go another minute. Thank you for some special loving." As more and more people showed up for lunch, I watched as Dad and Steve walked in, laughing and talking as if old buddies. Shortly after that, a herd of kids came running in, trying to find their moms or dads if they were there before lunch. Mom and the older Italian lady showed up jabbering in Italian. I think Mom was having a great time being able to use her native language. Even though it had been thirty years ago since she married Dad and moved to the US, she was still an Italian beauty. After lunch, Steve invited Mom, Dad, and me to go to the gym with them again. When I said I was game, Mom and Dad said they were coming too. The gym where Steve and family worked out was larger than most contract gyms. They had rows of treadmill, elliptical machines, and bikes. In addition to that equipment, they had at least fifty machines to do various exercises with. They also had a large area with free weights and benches for those who liked the more traditional equipment. After working up a good sweat, Steve came to me and advised, "Now is the time for some sun. Come on up to the pool with us and get fifteen minutes to half hour of sun. The best part is the lotion." We went back to my place to change into swimwear. Mom put on a suit that was definitely not a "mom's" swimsuit. The suit was a skimpy bikini that was almost a T-back. It was having the appropriate response from Dad, who couldn't keep his hands off her. Up at the pool, the first person to offer to put lotion on me was Juanita. The luscious older Latin lady leaned over me and spread lotion all over my chest. She was teasing me on purpose, as she would lean over and let her suit holding her heavy breasts hang loose to show me a great view all the way to her belly button. When Juanita was done with my front, she kissed me on the forehead and told me, "You're fun, Sal. You are a good fit with us here." I noticed Dad was being rubbed down by Sue who was showing him a whole lot of her party chest. I know these women are all teases, but this was my Dad, with Mom right there watching. Mom wasn't really watching as Steve was caressing her with lotion. I watched as he spread lotion on her back, legs, and thighs, right up to the cheeks of her pronounced butt as he pushed the material into her butt crack. I could actually hear her groan. Mercy and Kathy put lotion on my back, and I think it was Kathy who kept checking under my loose swimsuit to see what my reaction to their ministrations was. I'm sure she felt how successful they were. Both were giggling as they lay down and told me, "Your turn, Stud, we need lots of lotion on us today." By the time I was enjoyably finished applying lotion, it was time for me to take a break and dive into the pool to do some laps. As I've mentioned before, I'm a swimmer. I swam freestyle about forty laps at what I considered a slow pace. I really wasn't even breathing hard when I pulled myself up on the edge of the pool. Mercy came up to sit next to me, "You are a swimmer. You must be able to compete with the Olympians with the way you swim." "Not really, Mercy. The real swimmers go twice as fast as I was swimming. I do, or rather I used to practice with some people who were going to try out for the next team. All I could do is practice with them, as they are all so very fast." Mom spoke up, "Sal was always the best swimmer of the kids. He took to water when he was about two and has been swimming since. No one ever taught him the various strokes, so he learned them by reading about each stroke in the libraries at school. Sal is a natural swimmer." Steve commented, "You'll have to come up and teach the kids the proper way to swim. They have all been swimming since about nine months to a year. If you watch the new ones that are coming along, they will be swimming right away as well." I watched as Mom and Dad did a couple of laps with Steve and his ladies. It is always fun to watch as the ladies come from the pool in loose bikinis. A lot of good flesh is exposed to the observant male. Mom, Dad, and I went home, showered, and changed into clothes appropriate for the evening. Mom was dressed nice and told me, "We're going to Sue's Blues to watch the magic show this evening. We're going early to eat in their special dining room that has entertainment. You should take your women there one of these evenings." That was a thought, but what would the ladies do with their kids? They needed some entertainment too. I'll ask if I can get a discount for volume. Mom and Dad went to Sue's Blues with Tiny, Ruth, Phil, and Judy. I hadn't thought about it, but Mom and Dad were about their age. That gave me pause to think about them in a different light. Dad was in Italy as a very young man. He met and married Mom when she was young too, and I think she would have been jailbait here in the states. They didn't mess around and had three kids in three years. During that time, Dad had gotten out of the service and began taking care of the ranch with his mom and dad. I must have been somewhere around twelve when Grandma and Grandpa moved to Padre Island for what they told everyone was their retirement paradise. They were two neat people who I was going to have to have visit me. Knowing Mom was just eighteen when I was born, let me figure out she was only forty-seven and Dad was only three or so years older. I was already twenty-nine and didn't have a wife or kids, but I knew that I really wanted them. Shoot, my sister and brother already had kids that were near or already teens. I needed to talk to my ladies to tell them of my concerns. I saw Steve's and Chuck's kids, and knew I wanted to have one or two of my own. I really didn't want a menagerie like Chuck had, and Steve must have had, but I did want babies. I made up my mind; I would get them all together and tell them my concern. Primary Editing by Pepere Proofing and Continuity by Sagacious Helicopter and Legal Eagle Guru, Rotorhead Knight6 is trying out Last one through - Deenara2000 ------- Chapter 14 I was sitting on the patio with Steve and Chuck, drinking some clear liquid that sent a warm feeling down to my tummy, when women I knew began showing up. First was Niki, who gave me a hug and whispered, "Tonight's Mom's night with you. Make her crazy." That would make anyone blush, but the tiny girl gave me a sweet kiss and passed a hand over my zipper. Next was the tease, Grenaline. She came up to me and hefted her breasts as if offering them to me, and asked, "Do you like these, big boy? If you're good, you might get to check them out one of these days." Donna, Janet's daughter, came by, gave me a chaste kiss, and whispered, "You did a good job on Mom last night. She was really tough to wake up this morning. Good job, Sal." I thought all the kids who were going to say hi had checked in, until the twin turbines hit me at full stride. Joanie breathlessly told me, "Sal, we heard you are a good swimmer. Will you teach us how to swim? We want you to show us how to do the breaststroke. You know how to do that? You have to hold us by our breasts to show us how to do that, right?" Janice was standing off to the side and leaned over to whisper in my ear, "You don't have to pretend with me, just show me your breaststroke, or should that be "best" stroke?" The mothers began showing up as they each came onto the patio, found me, and gave me a sweet kiss. I filled each of their drink orders, along with soft drinks for the kids. Rita was the last to show up, so when I had them all together, I told them, "I need to talk with all of you for a few minutes tonight. It's something that's important to me, and it will affect the dynamics of our group." That got their attention, and they all exchanged looks that said, "Now what?" Tonight's supper was fried chicken with all of the usual trimmings. When all of the dishes were cleaned off, and all of the tables washed and being used for games and conversations, I waved at the five ladies who were sitting together, and asked, "How about coming over to the far table on the other side of the bar. I really want to talk to you about something that only concerns us." They were all a little apprehensive about what I wanted to talk to them about. Each one came by me, rubbed on me, smiled, and kissed me on the cheek before finding a place to sit. This was something that I marveled at. The women always arranged themselves in this or a very similar manner or order. First from left to right was Rita, followed by Jenny, Suki, Marilyn, and Janet, who was almost always last or on the far right. Looking at all of the ladies had my manhood interest up a great deal, but I stayed on the topic that I asked to speak about with them. "Ladies, you are all a wonderful mystery to me, as well as wonderful, loving, women who enjoy my company." Almost so quiet that most didn't hear, Janet said, "I enjoyed his company so much last night that I'm out of business for at least a couple of days." With some twittering around the table, I began again. "I want something that you ladies may be unable to, or maybe would not want to give me." I paused a long time, looking at the five mature women, before stating, "I want to be a dad." I paused a long time again, waiting for a response, waiting for at least one or two of them to make some exclamation of why she couldn't do that. It didn't happen, all five continued to stare at me as if they were saying, "So, who gets the first one?" "Did you hear what I asked? I want to be a dad. I want to have babies. I want the fun of playing with and raising a little critter of my own to be a good citizen." I sat back and looked at the blank smiling faces of the five women. Jenny was the first to respond, "Most of us are on the edge of time when we shouldn't be having any more kids. But, Sal, I'll do everything I can to give you a baby. I can't guarantee whether it's a boy or a girl, but it will be a beautiful baby, just like my other two." That brought Marilyn out, "I think I'm the youngest of us, except for Rita, but I'll lovingly have your baby, Sal. You are such a wonderful loving person and have accepted us as real people and not the weirdoes that we are. Let me get ready for you and fuck me pregnant, Sal. Let me have your baby." Suki smiled at me, "I want to have your baby; I've already told you that. Let me give us a baby to raise, Sal. I really have fallen for you in just the short time we've known each other. Let me." Janet was grinning, "I may have all of you ladies beat. I'm close to the youngest, as I had Donna when I was fifteen. I can have at least a couple of more kids before I have to stop doing that. You know that I'm not on anything, so I may have already trumped all of you." So now someone is trumping the others as to who gets pregnant first. I told them, "You know that I'm not trying to have a contest here. I was only telling all of you that I wanted to have a baby to help grow up. I want to be a dad. If Janet is pregnant, that is wonderful, but I might want more than one baby. Talk to me, Ladies, tell me if what I want is realistic, and if not, tell me what I can expect." All five of them looked up at me and had the look of "pick me, pick me." I was looking at each of them when Rita came to me and hugged me. She softly said in my ear, "Not to worry, Lover, I already have our baby in my belly. We did the deed in Panama City Beach." I pulled back and looked at Rita, "I thought you said we were fine?" Rita winked at me, "Did you think I would tell you the truth? I wanted your loving, and I already knew you were someone special. Janice and Joanie are going to be so happy." Well, that took care of that. "Ladies, you have once again given me a heart full of love for all of you. All of you have become a part of me, and I want all of you to remain important to me. I would love to have a place like Chuck so I have plenty of room for all of us and our children. What you have given me this evening is extra special." Rita kissed me and directed, "Go have a drink, talk to the guys. We girls have some things to talk about without you. You'll know later." The other four nodded in agreement with Rita. I really didn't mean to introduce a subject that could be divisive among the five friends. I had thought that they might help me find someone to marry who was in the market for a husband and wanted to start a family. All of these women were mothers already. All of them had older kids, some even in college. The youngest were Rita's twins. Janet suggested that she might be the youngest, but her daughter, Donna, was nineteen and in college. Even if she had her baby at fifteen, she would be at least thirty-four. I had always thought thirty-five was the close to the cutoff point. This wasn't going the way I thought it would in an intelligent discussion, so I went back to the group. "Spread out, Ladies; there's still more to talk about. I have some concerns that we need to talk about." They all looked at me strangely, but gave me room to pull another chair up to the round table. "Before we go off half-cocked and all of you want to get pregnant, I think we need to establish some things for your health and the health of a potential baby." All five women looked at me, giving me a look of agreement so I could continue. "I'm not that knowledgeable, but I've heard it can be dangerous for women in their mid-thirties and older to have babies. I also have read and heard that the incidence of birth defects goes up the older the mother is. I care for all of you more than is reasonable, considering the short time we've been together, and don't want you to harm yourself or to maybe have a baby that could possibly have a problem." Rita was the first to speak, "You have a couple of good points, Sal, but I think it's too late in my case. Let us all tell you a little of our pasts to help you understand us a little better." Rita looked at the other women and announced, "I'll go first." "We talked a little up in Panama City, so some of this isn't new. I told you I was twenty-eight and popped the twins at fifteen. My folks were strict about me finishing high school, and while they were supporting us and taking care of the kids, I went to college with my new husband who was a jerk from the first year on, and got worse when he graduated. He didn't like living with my folks, but agreed to stay there while I finished my accounting degree. "When I graduated, we moved to an apartment where he became his true self; loud, abusive, mean, and always out chasing other women. I was terrified that he would bring something home from some of his bar girls and really tried to make him use a condom every time we did anything. I just couldn't take the chance. The man has a golden tongue and can sell anything to anyone. His folks had money and he was making a lot by his own efforts. When he came home drunk one night and insisted on fucking my ass and kept beating on me, I decided right then and there that it was enough. "I moved back home with my now six year old twins and found a woman who turned out to be the best female lawyer around. Sarah Perkins hardly charged me anything, since she was happy to rid me of my problem and take him to the cleaners. "I've been living happily without the kids' dad, and like I told you, he tried to molest them and they made sure that people noticed. That upped the child support and will keep him away from the girls until they are eighteen. "S&S was my first job opportunity, and I can tell you it has become the best job anyone could have had. Whereas my ex used to accuse me of sleeping with the men here, I was treated with respect and not really hit on because I was married. When I got rid of him, I began meeting other women in the same situation I was in, and that's how I became part of this group." Jenny was sitting next to Rita and elbowed her, "Always showing off how young you are. Sal, I'm only thirty-four, and had Jack at fifteen, and Grenaline at sixteen. We were both military brats, and my husband went into the Army as soon as he was eighteen. We thought it would be a good thing for both of us, as I would have base medical care and be able to buy food at the reduced prices at the base commissary. The problem was that our money just didn't stretch enough with two kids. "Both of our folks helped us, as our dads were still in the Air Force. My folks were Canadian, and when Dad retired, they moved back to Manitoba. They all helped me take care of the kids while I finished high school, and when I later took classes at a junior college. My Jack was unlucky, as he was killed in a fire fight just outside his base on his second deployment. I was now a single mom with two kids to raise. The feds give widows some money to help us along, but I still needed to work. "I was living out here when I applied for a job at Quality Wear. It turned out to be a job for both Quality Wear and S&S. Sue is a real hands-on owner manager. She worked with me to learn how to set up travel arrangements and to get the best deals on hotels and airlines. In just a year, Sue and Steve relied on me to set up travel for all of the people moving around the world for the companies. When someone is going somewhere, they call me and I set them up. Just like you, Sal, I was able to set you up at the neat casino hotel on the way, and you found Rita in Panama City. "So you know, I would love to have your baby, but I don't think I can. I've had to have a couple of procedures done that might have made me unable to conceive. I like to practice though." Suki looked up at me, "My story is a little different. Niki's father was a Japanese American worker in Manila, Philippines. He bought me from my father, who was a mixed Japanese and Philippino, when I was only thirteen. Our family was dirt poor, and it was customary to sell a daughter when times were tough. Since I was thirteen and old enough to sell, my dad sold me. The man who bought me treated me like gold and didn't force me to do anything. I fell in love with him and we married. When he came back to the states he brought me and the baby in my tummy with him. "Sato, my husband, was a very intelligent man and spent hours and hours teaching me to speak, read, and write English. I was not very smart because I only had five years of school, but Sato taught me well. Well enough for me to pass a high school equivalency test. "Our life was good, and he allowed me to begin taking classes at a junior college to become a nurse. Sato made a good salary, but he recognized that I felt as if I should contribute. By the time Niki was seven, I had passed the Florida state nursing board exams and became a registered nurse. Sato and I were thinking about another child when he drowned while out fishing. No one really knows how he drowned, but he had gone fishing by himself as he often did, and he apparently fell and hit his head before falling into the water. I lost a good husband and father. I later found out from some of his co-workers, that he and the other men used to buy a couple of prostitutes for an evening and play all night. I had thought he was out fishing then too. I've already told you how I made sure I had not caught anything from his carousing. So you see, I am only twenty-nine, just about to be thirty, and young enough to have your baby." Marilyn and Janet looked at each other. Janet pushed at Marilyn who said, "I guess I'm next. My story isn't as interesting as the others, and yes, I'm past that magic baby making age of thirty-five by two years, but I'd love to give it a shot. "I met my ex-husband in law school where we were both at about the same level. I was deep into business law, and he was into ambulance chasing, divorce, and criminal law. That stuff didn't interest me at all. I've handled a couple of minor legal settlements, but I refer divorces out to Sarah, and know decent attorneys to contact if someone comes to me for a criminal case. Working here for S&S and Quality Wear, I don't have to worry about a lot of things other attorneys consider bothersome. I have no costs for offices, secretarial support, and all the research assistance I need. "Garth came along while I was still in school, and I almost had him when I took the bar. My husband couldn't believe that I not only passed the bar on my first try, I did it while having contractions the whole time. Garth was born two hours after I finished the exam. Hubby took a couple of tries before he passed the bar exam. "Luckily, I found a job with a company that was doing a lot of patents and needed someone to research and file the appropriate documents. S&S was submitting ten to fifteen patents a month, and over time; Quality Wear and S&S LSA are now filing that many as well. These people are very innovative. "Anyway, my ex decided he liked to play footsie with his bimbo legal secretary, and asked for a divorce. It didn't hurt my feelings, since the fun had abandoned our home. He wanted to keep the huge place he had built, so I took my half of it in cash and bought a place out here. He pays me some alimony and a chunk of child support, but he now also pays his ex-secretary alimony and child support too. He didn't learn. Buying a manufactured home and living out here worked out perfectly for me, as everyone I worked with lived out here, and I met a lot of other women who were single mothers and also worked for the companies. As far as a baby is concerned, I think I would love to have another little one. Garth is nearly grown now and I'm going to want some company. I'll discuss it with the girls, and we'll figure out whether it's okay for me to join in the baby making." Marilyn leaned over to Janet, "It's your turn, sweet stuff, tell him your story." Janet smiled at me, "Okay, I think I'm the oldest. I'm thirty-nine and probably shouldn't take a chance on bringing a baby into the world. I'd love to, but it is something to be responsible about. "I didn't get married at thirteen or fifteen; I waited until I was knocked up at nineteen. I got married and became a mom after becoming twenty, so it's easy to put my numbers together. "My ex and I were never really in love. We were in lust in the beginning, but soon found out we just were not meant to be. Luckily, he was in college when we met and finished just before we got married, so we didn't have a problem of whether or not we should stay together. "The man and I lived together for almost ten more years, but it was pretty platonic. He bedded every female he could talk into spreading her legs, and I wore out dildos by the dozen. He became mean, and liked to slap me around in an attempt to get me to leave. I suppose I was either too dumb or too afraid. "The ex would send hunky yard and pool boys by to tempt me, but I somehow knew better and continued to be a good mom to Donna. I did go to the community college along the way, and became a legal secretary. I didn't need to work, as the ex made a pile of money in the family business. "He finally wanted out, and I used that wonderful lady, Sarah Perkins. She made some money on my deal, since hubby had big bucks of his own, plus what he inherited. I was taken care of and still receive alimony. Donna is still receiving child support since she's still in college, but that will stop when she finishes. I think she's going to law school. "I'll be content to help any of the others who might have a baby. I'll be like Julie is for Chuck, and Juanita is for Steve. I'll help take care of them and love them as my own. I looked at the five and smiled at all of them. "So, Ladies, as I understand it, you would all like to help me become a father. Rita thinks she may already be started; Jenny doesn't think she can; Suki wants to be a mommy again, while Marilyn and Janet feel they are too old. "Considering what you've all told me, who do I partner with for a baby? I mean, who do I propose to or is that becoming out of fashion to be married to have kids?" It was Marilyn who wanted to speak, "You can't marry all of us, and each of us would feel left out if you were to have one of us exclusively. I can see how you might want a conventional relationship, but we are offering you an unconventional relationship with all of us. I don't want to give up being loved up by you, and I definitely don't want to be without the sexy touches of the other women. "Sal, that's what we were talking about before you came back to the table. What do you think of two wives? Rita and Suki could become mothers and give you at least two kids, plus you would become dad to Rita's terrible twosome and sweet little Niki. You might need a bigger place, something between Steve's and Chuck's, but somewhere all of us could occasionally gather. You do know that we women who are not going to bear you children still want some regular loving. Besides, it would be good for you; keep you healthy and all of that." Rita and Suki were holding hands across the table. Suki winked at me, "How about we do a test on Rita to see if she is pregnant. I'll wait a couple of days and do one too. You know we've had more unprotected sex than is necessary to conceive, don't you? I just love the thought of having a baby. You'll stay a straight shooter, won't you? The five of us should offer you enough variety to keep you at home." Oh man, these women just didn't think the way I had been brought up. "So how am I supposed to tell my mom and dad that I have five women and two who are conceiving with me?" "Easy," Jenny answered, "Ask Steve and Chuck. They have all of the answers. Ask their women, there are a lot of grandmothers that could probably help you out too." "You know that most of us have already had a short conversation with your mother. She has told us you were a little conservative about some things, and would take some convincing to change your mind. I wonder if she has thought of us as a group. Talk to her; she may be more help than you think." Jenny patted me on the hand, and said, "Now go away and let us talk about this some more. We have a lot to discuss." Dennis was at the bar, so I told him, "I'm running over to the shop to check on the progress of the system testing. It probably won't be done for another day or so, but I'd like to see if there are any error notifications early. Is there anything special I need to do to get in?" "Not really, Sal. If you want to take someone with you, take Wes. He asked if he could come see the new system. He's cleared and registered in the security database." When I asked Wes if he wanted to come with me, he was talking to Donny and Gerry. They wanted to come along with Sandy and Sandy Flowers. I asked about Mrs. Flowers, and was told that she was cleared since she handled all of the legal stuff for the R&D group. I mentioned that I only had a four passenger cart, but Sandy, Mr. Flowers, told us, "I'll take mine, as DeDe and Star want to come with Wes. Those two are cleared because they work with Wes at the airpark." At the building, I swiped my card to enter the foyer. The guard told us, "Each of you do the hand and eye test, one person at a time, before I open the door. Dr. Feeny, I still have to manually open the door for all who come by after hours." As each of us looked into the camera lens and placed our right palm over the glass, the guard would read off the name and check their ID before entering the name into the log. While this was going on, I told the group, "This is going to take longer than it will for me to pull the report up." The guard had to enter an eight digit number into a keypad at the door. He told me, "They change this number daily, but it's easy to remember because we have to use the same number to come on shift and check in every fifteen minutes. Hap has some really tight security." We walked through the reception area and into my office and workroom. I went to the row of monitors and keyboards on the back wall and began logging in. Once that was done, I asked for a progress report to be printed. A single piece of paper came from the laser printer, and all the screens had a cursor blinking below the operating system symbol. What the heck was happening? I went to the printer and picked up the report. It listed all of the tests that I had input and showed the results as passed. Each system had been individually tested, then added on to another computer and tested together. Next were four at a time, then eight, followed by sixteen, and finally all thirty-two. The system said the completed time was three fifteen this afternoon. How could that be? The test on the school system took four days. I figured this would be fast, but not less than twelve hours. I gave the command for individual and collective reporting, and asked for the loop results and the printer kicked out a single piece of paper once again. This would tell me if the system skipped any of the tests. Holy smokes, every system had completed every test. I looked up at Donny and Sandy, "This is the fastest computer system ever. There is no way for this thing to have finished the tests so fast, but it says it has. I can load the testing program tomorrow and configure it to Wes' first project. I can't believe it's really ready. I'll think about it tonight, and maybe come up with what I might have done wrong for this to already be completed." Just for fun, I logged into my system test machine that was left on for hackers to try to break into, and saw that the count was now up to over a million attempts, and no one had gotten out of the first trap, the false router, yet. I showed Sandy, and he said, "I'll have to give it a try. I used to pretty good at that stuff when I had the time to waste. Maybe I can help you make your protection even more bulletproof." "Good deal, Sandy. I'll give you the URL the same as I did the others who are working on that box. If they make it in, they have my personal cell phone number and the promise of some cash, so I'll know if someone succeeds." I was now anxious to get started. I knew I had to wait until tomorrow morning, but this was really exciting. As we left, I advised Wes, "Make sure you have the specs to me by ten so that I can make our system do some work. I have to send some specs to a couple of the big guys so they will know what we can handle if we rent time out to others." "I'll bring it on the way to work in the morning," Wes excitedly said. "I have the first three tests in my briefcase. They will give us a good benchmark to work with on the bigger stuff." I locked up and we left the building. Sandy was clutching the test results paper in his hand, exclaiming for the world to hear him, "Finally, a real system to test my ideas. This system is better than anything Wes ever had at Scientific Atlantic." Back at the patio, I noticed that the girls still had their heads together, but as soon as they saw me, they got up as a group and came to me. Suki told me, "My turn tonight, Stud. I'm more than ready for some loving. What say we turn in early?" Janet and Marilyn told Suki, "You snuck in on us; we may sneak in on you." Jenny cautioned the girls, "Remember that Sal's mom and dad are up front. Keep the noise down and don't embarrass him." Each of the girls gave me a little smooch before all of us decided to head home. Mom and Dad should be able to get home after the magic and music show at Sue's Blues. If they have a problem, they have my cell phone number. Suki didn't even bother to go home. She came in with me and asked, "I'm really sweaty today. How about we do the shower thing and you shave for me? That way you won't give me any whisker burns between my legs." We had a fun shower and I was able to pick the little woman up and use her like a masturbatory toy by moving her up and down on me. I wasn't going to come doing that, as Suki was laughing so hard at how ridiculous it was. At least I was strong enough to do it with her. My mind was still on edge over the computer system and how fast it must be with all of the power it has. That's when I remembered that my test had a rating system that told how fast the computer was individually, as well as the collective capacity. With Suki looking on, I used my cell phone to call Sandy. "Sandy, do you have the printout from the system with you? Good, look at the third line on the left side and tell me what it says" Sandy looked at the paper then told me, "All it has is one "P". "Are you sure? Are you looking at the third line?" "One, two, three, that's it "One P" "Holy shit, thanks, Sandy." "Hold it, Sal. You can't say holy shit and hang up on me. What does "One P" mean?" When I said, "One petaflop," the phone went dead. I lay back and pulled the tiny person on top of me. I kissed her softly, and said, "I might be too excited to do anything right now. Let me love you up the way I think of you. You are so delicate, but wild beyond belief under your exotic exterior." I spent the next hour and a half loving every square centimeter of Suki's body. Suki is so responsive that she flops around and almost breaks into a scream, but holds a pillow over her face when she can't hold it in any longer. By the time I had pleasured her into a state of nirvana, I was ready for some relief myself. With Suki on her back, I slid into her, and as before, was surprised at her ability to completely take me into her and to continue to orgasm from our loving as before. She is unbelievably responsive. After two hours of non-stop loving, Suki whispered, "I give up. Oh so good, but I can't and don't want to come any more for a month. Check that, for a day. You are so good to and for me. When Niki wants to start having sex, I'm sending her to you. God, you really know how to make me complete." I looked up at the clock and saw it was still not midnight, and wondered if Mom and Dad were back yet. I didn't care at that point, as I was snuggled with tiny Suki. She was kissing me sweetly as she drifted off to sleep. Oh my, that feels so good; a mouth is loving me, bringing me closer and closer. I reached down to caress Suki's head as she continued to love on me. She softly squeezed my balls and I erupted into her mouth. She sucked and sucked until I wanted to bat her away. I can't believe the way that little girl can suck. Suki came up and gave me a very juicy kiss, giggling the whole time. She told me, "I just love sucking you. I used to do that with Sato, but he expected it almost every day. Doing that for you is a pleasure, as long as you give me a pussy full too. I'm going to go home now. I didn't tell Niki I was going to stay out, so she will worry. We'll see you in the morning. Fantasize about me and Niki. I will be sending her to you." What a scamp Suki is to leave me with the mental picture of a mother/daughter duo making love with me. Actually, the mental picture went right into a dream that I enjoyed for the rest of the night. Primary Editing by Pepere Proofing and Continuity by Sagacious Helicopter and Legal Eagle Guru, Rotorhead Knight6 is trying out Last one through - Deenara2000 ------- Chapter 15 It wasn't six yet, but I was bouncing around like a kid wanting to get into the pool. It took me less than ten minutes to shower and shave again. Out in the kitchen, I put coffee on before finding a note from Mom, "We stayed up very late with the other people who went to the show with us. Don't wake us up. Tiny gave us a cart, so don't worry about us." There were a couple of damp towels on the back of the barstools. "I wonder what that's about?" I was too excited to do much of anything, so I took my cart to the patio. I walked in as Steve came from the house. We poured some coffee and sat down after he turned the light on. We had not said a word yet, only taken a couple of sips when Glenda came, poured herself a mug, and came to sit with us. She gave each of us kiss on the top of our heads and sat next to Steve. Glenda asked, "You seem excited this morning, Sal. What's going on?" Steve was smiling and said, "If what I think I heard is any indication, I think Sal is going to be a dad." Glenda laughed, "Which one of the lucky ladies is going to bless us with a baby?" Steve answered once again, "I think he has his choice. I don't know which I would choose, Rita or Suki, but if you get kids from both of them, you'll be right in the swing of things around here." Glenda said, "There are no secrets in a trailer park, Sal. If you have an all-night visitor, the neighborhood will know by eight the next morning, and that is late. Is that what has you excited?" Now it was my turn to grin, "The new computer system completed its testing yesterday, in about a fourth of the time I anticipated, and is running faster than I could have ever expected. I want to get into my shop and begin seeing if it will do what Wes wants. I have some software we can begin using that I should be able to modify for what he wants. I'm really excited about this." Steve told me, "Wait for the sandwiches and grab a couple before going over there. I'll come by at lunchtime to make sure you get out of there to eat. You might even need to exercise and get some sun to relax. Enjoy your new toy, Sal. And don't forget that your folks are still here!" The bellhop from the hotel showed up at six thirty. I grabbed a couple of sandwiches and fixed myself a carry cup to take with me. At the shop, I had to go through the security stuff to get in, and then had to let the guard sift through my briefcase as I had my software in my sample case sized briefcase. Once inside my room, I sat at the command console and began keying each processor to check its availability. That was too slow, so I gave a batch command and instantly received the "Everything is wonderful" symbol. Now for the fun, I loaded my software that I had used for the wind tunnel tests for the Indy cars. I took the memory stick with the measurements and loaded it in and let it process. Thinking I would have time for a sandwich, I sat back and began eating. "Ding". The screen was filled with data. I hit the print button, and then began comparing the results from this computer to the results we received at Tech. They were identical, except this system had another decimal point. I wonder how that got there? Did I create that and the other computer couldn't carry out the extension, or was it a viewing or printer error? I began going over the various measurements of the input data to see what I needed to modify. Most of the wind tunnel measurements should work with an aircraft, and if there was anything else, I could easily modify the program to give us an additional reading. My mind wandered while sitting back, eating the second sandwich and enjoying my coffee. The Jaguar system at Oakridge only processes at a little less than two petaflops. This system with thirty-two processing units was working at or over a full petaflop. I'll have to modify my program to get a more definitive number. Who is going to believe S&S in Tampa, Florida, has that much horsepower. I think I'll not brag so I can do more contract processing. I should be able to pay back the cost for the equipment in a reasonable time period by selling time on it. Wes and Sandy walked into the receptionist's office at the same time. I had the door propped open and yelled for them to come back. Wes immediately asked, "Sandy said this system is working at a petaflop. Can that be true?" "Wes, I can only tell you what my test program came up with. I'll modify the program to give us an exact number in teraflops, but my program has been accurate on some really big systems." Sandy grinned, "When are you going to begin teaching me more so I can work with you? Man oh man; can you imagine writing stuff for a machine that can work at a petaflop? Wes handed me three big folders. "This is the data for each aircraft I want analyzed. You'll be a few days writing something to give me the data I want. I've included examples how I want the data to be formatted. Do you think you can begin working on the software today?" I was flipping through the pages of information and asked, "Would it be easier if I set the software up to give the answers in this same order, or can it be more random?" "If you make it exactly as this one is, I'll be able to compare it to the actual wind tunnel testing. That would be good." I told the aviation whiz kid, "I'll begin working on this as soon as you guys have a look in the back and leave." Wes told Sandy, "We don't need to look at shit that sits there and hums. Let's get out of here and let the professor do his thing." Grenaline walked in as they walked out. She noted the door propped open and called out, "Want the door closed or are you trying to perv on me, Dr. Feeny?" "Make coffee for me, Miss, and then you can shut the door so that I'm not distracted by your beauty." Five minutes later, Grenaline came in with a mug of fresh coffee and collected the sandwich wrappers and empty coffee travel cup. As she twitched her cute ass walking out the door, she half turned, grinned, and winked at me. I love to be teased. I loaded my software onto to my local work computer and began modifying the structure and output. There were a few measurements that I was going to have to research, but it shouldn't take a great deal of time to figure out how to come up with them. Aircraft use brakes differently than a race car, but it has things like acceleration, lift, down force, and surprisingly, I already had some turbine measurements that can apply to the jet aircraft. Steve walked in the door and asked, "Ready for lunch? How's it going?" "Lunch time already? I have at least this much more to be able to give Wes his first answers. Do you guys have a delivery service from one of the restaurants?" "Come on, Sal, come to lunch. I won't make you go to the gym or pool, but I should. You need to take a little break. You'll be fresher, more alert, if you do. You'll actually get more done. Save your work and let's get out of here." I followed Steve to the patio in anticipation of getting back to the shop as fast as possible. I sat at a place with a bowl of soup and began eating. Sandy sat across from me and asked, "Do you think you can get that first one done this week? It's already Wednesday, so you have like two and half days to get the program right." Knowing Sandy didn't know the intensity with which I worked, I just agreed that I might be able to finish by then. He told me, "Wes and I made a bet. He said you couldn't even begin to be ready by a week from Friday, and I told him that you would have answers for him by a week from tomorrow, Thursday. It's only for a beer at Park Place, but I want to win." "I'll do my best, Sandy." Henry came in and sat with us. He was in a good mood, and got into an even better mood when Nancy came to sit with him. She was a big girl, but very luscious looking. Henry joked with her, "You were hot for the Feenys last night? Those two fit right in up there. I thought Tiny was going to have a stroke the way he went at her." Nancy was glancing up at me, and softly said, "He was a pussy full, that's for sure. I think he sampled all of us and went back to his lady for one more." I looked up, curious, "You're talking about Mom and Dad up at the hot tub last night, right?" Henry smiled, and Nancy said, "Oh yeah, you need to come up. Your folks are something." I wasn't embarrassed, for some reason. My only comment was, "They are an adventurous couple, that's for sure." Holy smokes, Mom and Dad were up at the infamous hot tub with two, three, or four other couples, doing God knows what. My mom is a little crazy around the edges, but I thought Dad was Mr. Straight Arrow himself. I looked at Nancy in all of her full sized glory, and thought that I might want to sample a little of that myself. Thinking of my mom, I realized she is still a very good looking Italian lady. Well, what I don't know won't hurt me, but the cat's out of that bag. As I got up to leave, Steve tried one more time, "Come with us to the gym and get some sun. The exercise will make you feel good and help you concentrate." I almost decided to go with them, and then said, "This is too good to stop today. I promise to go tomorrow, regardless of where I am with the program." When I walked into the receptionist's area, Donna was sitting at the desk with an open chemistry book. She was looking up information on her computer while taking notes. She looked up at me, "Hi, Dr. Feeny, glad to hear you have your new toy working. Do you want some fresh coffee? I shut the old pot off and washed it." "Coffee would be good, Donna. Please bring me some when it's ready." My fingers were flying as I wrote line after line of code. I had an idea of what I wanted to extract and kept working towards it. My usual was to write something that was entirely too big or too slow to be effective. I would then go back and modify the processes to speed things up and make the results I wanted more exact. At three o'clock, I was sitting back sipping some fresh coffee that Donna had brought me. I was watching as the program ticked through the various processes. I was using my test data to check answers and watched as the program went from beginning to end; pumping out the answers I wanted to see. I made a couple of copies of the program, and then loaded one up on the main system. Entering all of the input data took over an hour, but when it was done and checked for accuracy of input, I clicked on the "Go" button. I love "Go" buttons instead of the "enter" or "carriage return" strokes they represent. I stretched and went to the restroom, in anticipation of the processing taking an hour or more. "Ding." No way could the system already be done with the process. After zipping up, I used one of the bigger cups to get a glass of water and went into the shop to see what was up. I anticipated that an error had stopped the process, but the screen was showing the results profile. I needed to check it out, so I printed out a hard copy and began checking it with the printed forms Wes had from the actual wind tunnel tests. There were a couple of answers out of order, and one garbled output, but I could tell what I did. Using the work computer, I fixed the three items, and after backing my copies up, did the process again. "Ding." A printed report told me the exact information plus the couple of add on items I put in. Four o'clock. I wonder if Wes is busy. I called. "Wes, if you're not busy you should come over to check out how far I've gotten. If you hurry, I can show you before Miller Time." "I'll be right there, Sal. I was looking for a reason to get out of here." I called Sandy in the other side of the complex, "Sandy, come over when you get a chance. I called Wes to have him come see where I'm at." I opened the door to the reception area and handed Donna my cart keys. "Go to the patio and get a big bottle of Seven Up, Sprite, or Mountain Dew. Bring some of the bigger paper cups. Hurry, I want to get it in our fridge before Wes gets here." While I was waiting, I entered the data for the second aircraft. I went through it twice to make sure it was correct and sat back. Wes and Sandy came in the door at the same time. Wes was excited, "Do you think you'll make it by a week from Friday. If you do, I have to buy Sandy a beer. Show us what you have." I showed Wes the screen with the data input and let him compare his data with what I had entered. I asked him, "Everything exact?" Wes said, "Looks good. That's a long way for you to be already. When are you going to work on the processes?" I pointed at the screen of the big monitor and clicked the "Go" button. I stood, stretched, picked up the phone, and asked Donna, "Pour four glasses for me and bring them in." "Ding." I used the mouse to direct the output to the printer and waited for the ten pages to come from the printer. I handed Wes that report, and pulled up his report from the real wind tunnel tests. He didn't understand until I told him, "Compare the answers." Sandy already knew what I had done and was shaking his head. Donna propped the door open and brought the first two cups in and came back with two more. Wes was staring at the papers as he went through them a second time. I handed him the first test and let him gawk at that for a minute. I handed him a cup of soda, another one to Sandy, and one to Donna. I lifted my cup and said, "To our successful test of all flying objects." Wes said, "It can't be. You can't already have done that. That's too fast. No one can write that program in a day." "I didn't write it in a day, Wes. This is the program I made for some Indy race cars. I had to do some mods and changes, but I had already done all the work, literally weeks of work. Did you see the extra data I gave you?" "I saw that and wondered where it came from." Wes was still shaking his head. I handed him the last of the three aircraft he wanted tested and had him sit at the control console. "You do the entries and make sure they are correct. When you're done, double check your input." Looking at my watch, I saw it was already after five. "Donna, you can leave. You don't have to stay." "I want to see Wes be surprised again. All of us girls are envious of DeDe and Star; we get a thrill out of checking Wes out." It took Wes another ten minutes to do the data input and check it. I directed him to click on the "Go" button, and when the "Ding" came, had him direct the output to the printer at the control console" Wes went through the papers one at a time again, then looked up at me. "If I can get you the data on some jets, can you give me information on those engines?" "Sure, I have some information about jet turbines, so give me your specs and how you want the results, and I'll begin working on it. I may not be as fast on the next one." Wes was still holding the two sets of papers, "No sweat. You've just confirmed all of the wind tunnel tests without using a real wind tunnel. If you can come up with the program to test my jets in the next five or six months, I'll be in hog heaven." Wes put the papers down and said, "Do what you have to do to close up shop. I have to buy this guy a beer. We'll see you on the patio." Donna looked at me with a grin, "I'm following those two guys." I did the backups and cleared the system of all data. I wanted to come in and test to see if the system had totally cleared itself the way I had directed. I had multiple memory sticks and a portable drive for backups. I didn't want to leave the program on the premises tonight, since if there is a bug or leak; the place could be an instant target. Just for fun, I put a blank memory stick in the safe and locked it. That should be a nice surprise. I drove to the patio and walked in to applause. Wes was expounding on how I had slain the dragon in a day instead of two weeks. Mom and Dad were there and joined in the clapping. When I reached the bar, Steve handed me a Beefeater and very loudly said, "Our nerd is the best nerd in the whole country. Let's hear it for Doc Feeny, our special guy." Everyone applauded one more time. I had to hold my hand up. "It's the equipment they gave me to work with. No one can fail with equipment like that. Thanks for the appreciation." I was mobbed by my five ladies and their daughters. Grenaline told Donna, "You're so lucky to have been there when he showed Wes and Sandy his success. I hope he does that with me one of these days." The mood on the patio was very festive. It seemed as if any success by anyone in the company was celebrated by everyone. It was as if I was the 'star of the day' or something like that. After supper, little Bonita was playing her violin as a fiddle, with Donny playing his steel guitar, and Marty playing his old acoustic. They were doing some real down home music. Mom and Dad were in love with the place. I was worn out early that night and told my five that I was on my way to bed. Jenny told me, "Leave your outside bedroom door open and I'll be there in a couple of minutes. I have to tell Grenaline something first." Jenny's lovemaking was exciting and enthusiastic that night. I wore out fast and was asleep an hour after Jenny arrived. She woke me once for more attention during the night, and she was perched on my hips, moving up and down with her head back, mouth open, gasping for air, in the morning. Her body went into convulsions and she groaned rather loudly, causing me to loose a torrent of juices into her. As we relaxed with her lying on my chest, Jenny said, "This is so nice. I don't think I could stand having that much loving every night, but once a week is perfect. I get a little horny between turns, but waiting and anticipating is good too. I have to get going, Lover, I'll see you on the patio." Jenny slipped out the exterior bedroom door in her robe. I wonder if any of the neighbors were watching to report to the world that Jenny had visited the whole night. After a night with Jenny in bed, I stripped the bedclothes and stuffed them into the washer. That lady was like fire hydrant on a hot day. I was quickly dressed and ready to leave. Mom and Dad weren't up yet, so I figured they had worn themselves out the night before, doing whatever they had been doing. When I took off for the patio, I noticed the other cart wasn't there. I'm sure they will call to have someone come get them, but then it isn't all that far to walk from my place to the patio. Steve was still happy for me this morning as I had some coffee with him, Glenda, Tiny, and Ruth. After having a couple of breakfast sandwiches, I was off to the shop. When I brought the system up to check its status, it didn't want to do anything. It was totally stupid. No latent operating system. I loaded that portion and checked to make sure there wasn't any embedded information within the operating system and found it still pristine. Each test came out perfect, telling me the systems were all working the way they were intended. I loaded up my turbine information so I could review what data it gave and what I might need. As I was looking through that, I found a couple of files that we had created when the Texas National Guard wanted us to test their various rocket propelled weapon systems. I had forgotten about that. The software was good enough that the Defense Department adopted it as benchmarks for all of the services. What they didn't do is to continue to use the software. They would run a single test, publish the single result, and go on to the next weapon. They didn't verify anything, so the software had to be suspect since it really wasn't verified at least once. I called Steve, "Steve, this is Feeny, do you know any military people who I might be able to get some data from? I'm looking for weapons systems data. Not so much what they will do, but what the physical characteristics are when they are fired. I can calculate the destructive power and range, so that information can remain classified." "I might be able to help." Steve said, sounding interested in what I was doing. "If I'm thinking right about what you are working on, I would think you are more interested in aircraft armament. Would some old unclassified information be a good place to start?" "That would be good to use as benchmarks for newer armament. I also need a lot more information about turbines, as in jet engines." "Why don't you go out to the airpark and get with Jimmy. Take him to lunch and pick his brain. He might be able to give you a lot of the information you want for engines. The other person who is a wealth of information and has many contacts is John. He knows just about every engine manufacturer and they all owe him favors of one kind or another." "Sounds good, Steve. I'll put the information I have in some kind of order before going out to the airpark. I'm sure if I get out there, Wes will keep me there for the rest of the day working on one of his projects. He's a very consuming individual, isn't he?" "Ha, ha, ha, Wes sure is," Steve laughed. "He will let you go if you tell him you have to work on something. He just likes to keep you around as long as possible if he doesn't think you have something else to do." I categorized each of the files I had previously created into the various types of armament and weapons systems, and separated the five different turbines we had tested. What information I had was kindergarten stuff, and I needed more advanced data to evaluate jet turbines. Sitting at my desk looking at what I had, I realized I needed advice from someone who knew what a fighter, fighter bomber, or bomber did and what type of armament it needed. I needed a pilot who had flown that type of aircraft and had been trained to use as many types of weapons as I could find. I also needed a weapons engineer to be able to give me the critical data of size, weight, effects of firing, what type of carry mechanisms it would need etc., etc., etc. Man, I had a lot of etceteras going today. The jet engines should be easy, because all of the manufacturers should be more than willing to give me data to work with so I could compute the thrust and effects the turbine would have on the aircraft. My desk phone rang. "This is Sal Feeny." "Hey, Sal, this is Wes. I heard you might come out to see me today. I have something better for you to do with your time. I've just dumped all of the design and engineering information of my small passenger jet to you in an e-mail. I've sent all of the information about the turbines and every other component on the aircraft. I want you to work this from the ground up or wing tip to wing tip." Wes paused longer than I thought necessary; "Something isn't right, Sal. The test flights we had were all positive. The short wind tunnel tests we did were all good, but something isn't right. I'm missing something and I don't know where. I feel it might have to do with thrust of the turbines and how it affects their mounting. Although the test pilot didn't feel anything, my equipment registered a high frequency vibration that has me concerned. Another area that could cause the problem is turbine intake. "What do you think, Sal? Put the aircraft exterior and turbines through all the tests you can to see if you have any ideas. I just don't want this thing to come apart in the air one of these days." "I'll get right on it, Wes. I've begun the new turbine program and only have to link it to the air flow and exhaust data. I'll get you some numbers as quickly as possible." That killed my trip to the airpark, but Wes sounded concerned and I knew he had an offer on the table to buy his design on the passenger jet. I was deep into pushing parts of the program around to have one area correctly utilize another. My old turbine analysis programs were good with the turbines Wes was using, so I didn't have to re-create that wheel. I realized someone was standing in front of my desk. "Hey, Steve, what's happening? I'm working on something special for Wes. He's concerned about a couple of things on his passenger jet." Steve smiled and directed, "Save your work, and make any notes you need to make to come back to the way you were thinking. It's lunchtime." I wanted to tell him to go away, but I knew he was just trying to help. I wasn't used to stopping for anything until my project was done or I was at a good stopping point. I wasn't at a good stopping place. Steve led in his cart and I followed him, still thinking about how I needed to structure more of the program. Sitting at the table was difficult, because I couldn't afford to forget what I had thought of. It was too important. I asked Dennis, who was sitting next to me; "Do you have some paper and pencil so I can write some notes. I'm having flashes of good ideas and need to write them down." Dennis got up, went to the bar, pulled out a pad and a roll of pencils wrapped with a rubber band. "There you go, Sal. I have to do the same thing all the time. See Gerry over there, she and Donny are working on something and she thinks she's right there on the project. She and Donny are working it out now."' When I had finished my bowl of soup and turkey and ham sandwiches, I got up, preparing to go back to my shop. Steve put his hand on my arm, "Relax, we're going to the gym to work off the lunch in a few minutes. You promised me yesterday that you would relax a little today. You can bring your pad to write things down while we work out. Dennis, Donny, and Gerry are coming, so this is an R&D workout day. Your mom brought your workout clothes over earlier. She and your dad are at the gym right now, with Henry's Nancy, Mesa, Giovanni, Julie, and Etta." Guess I wasn't getting out of this one. The ideas were still pouring out of me and I was filling page after page with ideas. This was going to be a huge sophisticated program. I hoped I could make it work. An hour later, I was sitting at the pool in the hot Florida sun, being pampered by having lotion spread on me by Nancy; Henry's bigger than life wife. The neat part was that I got to put lotion on her and a couple of others as well. What I couldn't believe is that Mom and Dad are actually lying out in the sun with the people. They were integrating so well with these people; you would think they were moving in. I expected to hear daily they were on their way home because of being homesick. We really had not gotten together much as they had found so many new friends. Before leaving for my shop, I swam about twenty laps as fast as I could, and got out to several people commenting on how fast I swam. I already had promised to help a couple of kids learn some strokes, so it figured that others might want to learn. What they needed were more lifesaving classes for the parents of the little kids. It would create a safer swim for the little ones. I had to swing by home to shower real quick to wash the lotion and chorine off. The total time for lunch, gym, and sun didn't take long, less than two hours. I suppose that isn't bad, but it was two hours I could have been working. I used my notes to begin forming the intricate parts of the program to measure variances that could cause vibrations. This aircraft needed every centimeter checked for airflow and the effects that thrust would have on that flow. The list seemed endless, but measuring each area was creating the code that would digitally see, feel, and hear each piece and part of the aircraft. Niki came into my shop, office, or workroom and told me, "Mr. Sharp told me to get you out of here by six. Its quarter to six now and I'm getting hungry. Come on, let's go. He told me to tell you to save your work and get out of here." I looked up at the darling pixie and had a couple of other things I thought I might want to do this evening, but sighed over the fact she was still two years of jailbait, and all I could do was to drool. But not really, Suki was just as darling and very experienced. It took a while to save all of the various files onto the three stages of backups I liked to use. When I was done, I slipped the memory sticks into my pocket, set the portable drive into my briefcase, and finally stashed a set of memory sticks in my hollowed out physics text on my shelf. I always figured that hiding something in plain sight was better than a safe any day. Niki was actually being patient with me as I shut the lights off and walked out to my cart. She said, "I'm riding with you, and no running out of gas in a dark corner, either." She did make me laugh. Upon arriving at the patio, Niki went to join her group of buddies, while I received hugs from my five, Mom, Donna, and Grenaline. The two young ladies surprised me, but it was nice to be hugged. They went to join Niki after giving me some attention. I joined Dad and Steve at the bar. Wes was staring at me as if he wanted something. I smiled at him, "I'm going full out on your project, Wes. This is going to take some time, but when we have it, we can use it on the military aircraft as well. I used some of the information you had from the drone tests, and it was good to have a comparison for the composite surface. We may have to set up some kind of resistance measurement for each of the composites. I know that would be minor, but it could develop into something more substantial." Wes nodded, "I know this isn't going to be an overnight thing. I'll wait, but I am not patient. The part that becomes even more important is that even if we leased time for a wind tunnel test, it wouldn't give us the data to track down a vibration like that. You have the only way to analyze what's needed." A couple of the 737 pilots were at the bar, telling war stories. The more I heard, the more interested I became. The four had been fighter and fighter-bomber pilots in Iraq and Afghanistan. They each had more than eight years of combat experience. A surprise was Lisa, the musician and pilot, who was related or committed to Chuck. She had been a Marine pilot of the Harrier, the special VTOL jet used by that branch. She would be able to help with armament too. The more I listened, the more I knew these men could help. I asked the man who seemed to be the oldest and might have some good contacts; "I'm the new computer guy trying to help Wes with his projects. I need some help finding data about fighter and fighter bomber armament. Could you give me some names and directions where I can learn more about that part of a combat aircraft?" The man said, "I sure can. I'll e-mail a buddy of mine who works for Grumman and another who is involved with some Northrop rockets. I'll bet they have every piece of available data. Since you must be cleared doing what you do, I'll bet they will share with you. You might have to help them on something, but you guys do that sort of thing on your own, don't you?" Steve patted me on the back, "Now you're doing it the way you need to. Make friends with those who have contacts and you'll be knee deep in help for your projects." The pilot who I had talked to, Cain, asked me while sipping his drink, "I haven't seen you out at the airpark taking lessons. Do you already have your license?" I panicked a little, as flying wasn't way up there on top of my wish list. Dad didn't help either, as he told Cain, "Nah, the kid doesn't know how to fly yet, but he's going to learn so he can fly his mom and I around." Dad turned to Wes, "The next time the kid is out there, sign him up for ground school and flight lessons. He can take lessons three or four times a week and progress right along. What do you say, Cain, do you think you can teach a computer geek to fly?" Cain laughed and told Dad, "Anyone can fly if they want to learn. The biggest problem with people beginning to learn, is that they become obsessed with flying and don't want to do what makes them a living any longer. I'm lucky; I've been flying all my life and look at me now. I'm flying a big luxury 737 or one of the Lears all over the country and sometimes to Europe. I'm living a great life." This must be inevitable, since when I glanced at Steve and Sue, they were smiling at me and both winked. It sure is difficult to look into her eyes with all of that cleavage showing. All five of my friendly women were with me, but Marilyn was hanging onto me. She whispered into my ear, "We would love for you to learn to fly. Rita, Jenny, and Suki already take lessons, but only one day a week. We have something for you to do as soon as supper is finished. Nothing bad, but something we all promised to do." Wonder what that will be? My mind was still boiling over with my project, and I knew if I had stayed with the effort, I could be really close in a couple of days. Oh well, there seemed to be a coordinated effort to keep me working at a slow – well, by some people's standards, a normal – pace here. After supper, the girls told me we were going for a ride. They drove me down to a medical clinic on North Dale Mabry, in the Carrollwood area. When we pulled into the parking lot, Jenny announced, "This is to get all six of us tested at the same time. I'd bet we are all clean as a pin, but why not make sure. We said we would do it, so let's get it done." Suki nudged Jenny and said, "You just want to make sure, Stud, here, is clean for when he breaks Grenaline in." Jenny protested, "Gin has to make up her own mind, not me. You're the one who can't wait to get Niki under our guy." Janet surprised me, "I wish you'd get Donna in bed so she could get over being so damn bitchy all the time." As we got out of the Expedition, Marilyn told Janet, "Buy her a vibrator; that should help. Thank goodness my kid knows what his hand is for." It was like this all the way into the clinic. The women were in a really raucous mood tonight. We were taken into an examination room one at a time, until it was my turn. A nurse asked me to strip and put an open back paper gown on. I thought she would leave, but she remained and watched me. When I was naked under the gown, she patted the exam table and told me, "Sit up here so the doc can do the checks first. I'll draw some blood and do an oral swab real quick, to get that out of the way." The nurse was gentle taking blood, and quickly finished that and the swab. She pulled another swab and told me, "This is going to be different, but I need to do a swab on the head of your penis. I promise to be gentle and as exciting as I can. Let's do this." The lady had rubber gloves on, so it wasn't like this wasn't clinical. The idea of a strange lady handling me had blood flowing to my appendage. "You seem to work pretty well down there. My oh my, you are pretty well built down there too. I've seen longer but..." The door opened while the nurse was still holding my dick in its growing condition. Another woman entered the room, wearing a white coat and with a stethoscope hung around her neck. She had a name tag that said, Dr. Karen Christian. The girls didn't tell me the doc was a female. The nurse was still holding me when the doc grinned at her, "Going to jack him off for me, Jean? You know I like to get a sperm sample." I must have been six types of red as I was blushing so much. The doc smiled at me and said, "We don't get many guys in here. It's mostly women who have been on a wild night adventure and want to make sure they didn't get more than they wanted. Jean gets carried away when she finds a good one; and if I do say so myself, that's a good one. Shit, this was more difficult to take than being teased by the women and their daughters. Dr. Christian said, "First, I will do an oral check for herpes or any other problem. Jean already took a swab, but I should check anyway." You would have thought she was a dentist by the way she pulled and tugged at my lips looking around inside my mouth with a small flashlight. When she was done, she pulled the gloves off and went to the sink to wash her hands. She used a little container with some water and something from a bottle and told me, "I'm going to wash you with a solution to make sure you don't have HPV or one other form of topical problem. Before I do though, I'm going to give your penis and scrotum a thorough inspection with a special rinse." It didn't take but minor handling and I was waving in the breeze. The doc ignored my erection and inspected all of me down to my butt hole. That's when she surprised me. "Lay down on your stomach so I can check your anus out." The doc was pulling my cheeks apart checking all over. She commented, "Looks like exit only down there. That's a good sign. Now stand up, bend over the bed, and hold your cheeks apart. Jean, are you ready with the slide?" The nurse got down to look at my dick, waving beneath me as the doc lubed up a finger and stuck it into my butt hole. She found a sensitive place and rubbed on it until Jean announced, "Got it." Dr. Christian, wiped me off, washed my butt hole and told me, "Sit up on the bed for a minute." Jean left the room taking the slide. She surprisingly left the door open. The doc went to the cabinet over her small work counter and pulled what looked like a urine sample holder. She asked me, "Go into the restroom next door and fill this half full. Wash off when you are through and come back." I've peed in a lot of cups over time, so this was no big deal. I screwed the cap on and when I opened the door, Jean was right there to take my specimen. I was surprised to see my five female friends were all in the exam room with the doctor when I returned. Dr. Christian told us, "I like to get a sperm sample from male patients. I would enjoy gathering this sample, but I figured your women would prefer to do it. There are rules ladies. You can't use your mouth or vagina, so no oral stimulation or intercourse. Use only your hands, but you can visually stimulate him if you want. The way he's waving around, it shouldn't take you girls very long. Come on, get him off." The doc had another specimen cup at the ready and was actually reaching in to stimulate the head of my dick. It was fun the way she grinned as the five women stroked me, my balls, my nipples, and gave me kisses. They were right; this wasn't going to take long. Jenny unbuttoned her top to show she wasn't wearing a bra to hold up her generous chest. While stroking me up and down, Jenny put a nipple to my lips. Rita pulled her top off and stuffed a nipple into my mouth from the other side. "It's coming, Ladies. If you're going to catch it in the cup, get it down there." The doc held the cup under my dick, thinking the juice would just drool out into the cup. The first shot striped her right up her white coat, across her mouth, onto her glasses, and into her hair. She was quick though, as she tilted the cup up and caught most of the rest, except for that part that began running out as she had the cup titled too much. The doc was standing there with my juice on her coat and all over her face, when Suki really surprised me, but not her buddies. The tiny Polynesian reached up and kissed the doctor before licking all of my juices from her face. The doc was obviously turned on as she was holding onto Suki and kissing her back. The other women were going into sexual overload as they were stripping the doc, laying her back on the table with me between her legs down at the end. Marilyn and Janice held the doc's legs apart as Janice pulled my renewed dick toward the doc's pleasure center. Suki was still kissing the doc, Rita and Jenny were sucking her small breasts, and Janice and Marilyn were holding her legs apart while rubbing her clitoris. If Suki had not been kissing the doc, she would have been able to call the cops without a telephone. I was pounding away when the doc looked at me and told me, "Tell me when, don't do it inside." "I'm almost there, Doc." The over-stimulated physician came one more time, then pulled me out and sat up. She reached for my dick before ducking her head to consume me. Her lips slid up and down, pulling shot after shot from me as she nearly choked on the volume. When I was done, she pulled from me, smacked her lips, and looked me in the eye. With her still spermy glasses on her face, she kissed me like a teenage lover. She was really into it. She sat there and looked at the girls, "You guys are going to get me in trouble. I almost let Sal finish breeding me. I somehow don't think that it would be smart for a woman who preaches safe sex and birth control to get pregnant from a patient. Thank you for the fun, though. I haven't had any good sex since the last time a couple of you came in. Can I sign up to be lady number six?" I was still standing there nude, as the paper gown had been lost in the fun. Suki was stroking me when she said, "I'll share, Doc. We all get him once a week and I'll share with you. I'll bet we can get into some good sex if you do come." Jenny told Dr. Christian, "I'll share too. You've helped me a great deal over the years, and you were really good to talk so straight with Grenaline." The doc had finished putting her clothes on and had handed me my clothes. When I was finished dressing and the girls were all straightened out, the doc said, "Let's go to the lab to see if the tests are done." The lab had two young female techs working inside. There was an open window with a sill, like a narrow counter, to lean on. The doc began going through one file at a time until she was down to mine. "Holy smokes, Sal, you are packing some wigglies in there. You have a really high sperm count with very high motility. That means they are very busy and will look for an egg with a lot of enthusiasm. Any of you ladies who don't want to get pregnant had better be careful." Dr. Christian looked at us and said, "I'm happy to tell all of you that you are all healthy and should go enjoy each other sexually. Remember that it only takes one outside experiment to make these tests obsolete. I think those where you live have all taken the tests, including an older couple that is visiting from Texas. That place is really some kind of continuous swinging party, isn't it? If I had not been out to enjoy your patio, I would have thought all of you were into non-stop partying. I will take you up on your offer, Suki; I'll call you." The two lab techs were staring at the doc, along with Jean, the nurse. Jean said, "Whenever Suki comes back to visit with us, we always have some kind of fun. Is next week still on, Suki? You said I was invited to your card party." "Still on," Suki said, "We'll have cards, games, and refreshments. It will be fun." I wanted to get out of there. The older Texas couple had to be Mom and Dad. What in the world were they doing getting an STD check. I suppose the hot tub thing must have been real. How do you look at your mom and think of her having an orgy with a bunch of men she just met? Is there something in the water here? On the way back to the park, Suki sat on my lap, and said, "When you squirted her in the face, I think she came. Karen had always been like me and says she loves the taste. I'll have her come out to visit. You know that I worked for her for a year before I got on with Quality Wear. We've remained friends and occasional playmates." I had to ask, "I thought you girls were all sex starved. As much as you girls get together, you can't be sex starved." Rita was in the front passenger seat and turned back to look at us, "We five have played together for several years now. That we got together is a good story that we'll share with you one of these days, but what's important is that we kept each other sane. When you came along, it just seemed that Rita had found our personal stud. Jenny did all of the arranging of our houses, and Rita helped keep you up in Panama City for an extra day. You see we made up our minds on Rita's recommendation. Jenny had your picture and a bunch of rodeo pictures that we all fell for. You were our dream guy, and you were coming to us." I kissed Suki, Janice, and Marilyn, "Thank you, Ladies. I'm very flattered to have made it past the physical inspection, although we've almost totally blown that off since I've been here." Rita grinned, "I'll bet you gave us a baby the first night we were together. As much sperm and as active as yours are, they found my egg and did the deed." Suki kissed me and said, "I hope that I'm either already pregnant or you will finish the job for me. I think Niki is ready for a brother or sister." Back at the park, we didn't go to the patio, but to my place. The ladies had me in the bedroom, stripped, and plugged into Suki before most of them had a chance to undress. We had an orgy. A one-man orgy that had Suki receiving every shot I made. Considering I had dropped two loads at the doctor's office, I was surprised to be able to give her three more. I think Jenny was in heat, as she came more than I thought possible, and totally soaked the bedclothes. Marilyn and Janice left somewhere around one. The surprise was Rita, since she usually worries about her twins. Jenny and Suki changed sheets and we four drifted off to sleep. Primary Editing by Pepere Proofing and Continuity by Sagacious Helicopter and Legal Eagle Guru, Rotorhead Knight6 is trying out Last one through - Deenara2000 ------- Chapter 16 I woke up to some kisses on both cheeks and an active mouth working on me below. The three girls didn't take long to pull a morning donation from me up to the brink, before Suki slid beneath me to let me enjoy a mutual climax. If she wasn't knocked up by now, she would be with as much active ingredient as had been injected into her lately. We crowded into the shower to quickly wash before the three of them took off for their places and children. It was just after six, so their kids wouldn't be up yet. Mom was sitting on a bar chair, with coffee already in front of her, when I walked out to the kitchen. She pointed to a mug on the bar and said, "Have some coffee with me, Sal. You've been so busy that I've hardly talked to you." I asked Mom, "You and Dad seem to already have made a lot of friends. Are you having fun visiting?" "Your dad told me last night this has been a much needed vacation, and it's like a second honeymoon by the way we've been going at each other. We are having a lot of fun." "Mom, I know you both are grownups, comfortable with each other, and trust each other more than almost any couple could, but are you two comfortable with the party animals you guys have been visiting in the evenings?" Mom blushed a little, but grinned, "I guess you deserve to know a little more about how your dad and I feel about stuff like that." Mom paused, took a sip of her coffee, and continued, "When you were born, the doctor said I shouldn't have any more kids and took some of the working parts out. He didn't take out what made me want to keep trying to make more kids. The way he put it, he "took out the cradle, but left in the playpen." Because we were always so obviously hot for each other all the time, we fell in with some of our friends who extended their bedroom activities to include others. Your dad and I have been enjoying our group of friends since you were about ten. You know all of them, and would never believe any of them would be involved in some of the play time we all share. Your dad and I enjoy each other as often as possible, but we also enjoy the variety we get with our friends. This group here is a crazy bunch, horny as can be, and I'm surprised that you haven't become involved with them." I must have been sitting there with my mouth open when Mom patted me on the cheek. "I didn't mean to shock or upset you, Sal, but I thought you should know so that we don't embarrass you. I hope you understand how we feel about this stuff." With a shake of my head, I said, "Who would believe my folks are swingers. You and Dad have always amazed me at how loving you two are with each other. I also know how adventurous you both are, so this isn't that big of a surprise. How have you hidden this stuff from my siblings?" Mom looked up at me; "Who said we have?" Now what did that mean? "They know? What do they think?" "I think you should find out the answer to that from your sister. You may be surprised by what she has to say." "Mom, Mom, what would she say that you can't tell me? So what about Val, or Cindy, what do they think?" (Cindy is my brother Valentino's, Val's, wife; my sister-in-law.) Mom smiled, "When we leave, have Carmie (short for Carmella) or Cindy come for a visit. Have a talk with them while they're here. They love to talk about it." "You know, Mom, I think I'm just going to forget about it. You guys have a good time while you're here. I really have too much to get accomplished in a short time to get involved in trying to figure you and Dad out. I love you both, but I have to tell you that you've thrown me a real curve this time." Mom leaned over and hugged me, while giving a kiss on the cheek. "Don't worry about it, Son. You are the product of very horny parents and from what we heard last night, you are definitely your Dad's son. How many were you taking care of in there, two, three, four?" Now I was blushing again. "There were five originally, but two left. There were only three this morning." Mom patted my hand once again. "Good boy, Sal, take care of them all. You sure do take after your dad." I needed to get to work, so I said, "I'm going to the patio. Do you want to go with me or stay and wait for Dad?" Mom stood and hugged me as I got up. She said, "I'll stay. Ruth is coming over to have coffee with me, and she'll help me wake your dad. We'll be over before long." I can't believe Mom and Dad are such wild people. You always think your mom is pristine and untouchable, and I now find out that not only she is very touchable, she invites more than touching. Good old Dad isn't as much of a straight shooter as I have always thought. That man didn't make bar room jokes about getting it on with women, or even the usual distant appraisal of a woman's stature, if you know what I mean. I'm going to have to keep my eyes and ears open so I don't put my foot in my mouth. The patio was full of morning people now, so I grabbed a cup of coffee in a 'to go' cup, and a couple of sandwiches. I was just about to go out the side door when Rita stopped me and said, "Morning, Lover." We kissed and were interrupted by Jenny who also wanted a good morning kiss. I told them, "I'm running a little late. Mom wanted to talk, but I need to get to work on a project for Wes." Suki came over and smiled at me, "We're going to have a little party tonight and you will be the party favor. Don't work too hard today as you're going to need all of the energy you can muster later. Eat a good lunch and make sure you exercise with Steve." "Come on, Guys, I need to get to work. The company brought me here to help Wes and others with projects that the new computer can analyze. Let me get a running start on these tasks, and then we'll have more time to play." Rita told me, "You know that it's Friday, and as far as Steve is concerned, Friday night on the patio is sometimes mandatory. If you look outside, you can see they are already putting up a big tent for a party tonight. I'm sure your project will be there on Monday. Steve might let you work on it a little over the weekend, but you know how he is." Rita kissed my cheek, "Go to work and see how far you get today, Honey." She winked at me and added, "And don't let Gin get you so worked up so you can't concentrate." I laughed at that, since Grenaline has been an excellent helper so far and hasn't interrupted me at all. Niki was 'Miss Prim' while on duty, and Donna was the most suggestive, although not coming right out and inviting me. It was just the opposite of what others would have thought. I was set up and typing or coding as fast as I could within minutes after arriving at my workroom. The notes from yesterday were still fueling my progress as I kept adding configurations of flow tests over various types of materials. I didn't realize that Grenaline had come in until she brought me a cup of coffee. I sat back and we sipped our drinks for a couple of minutes while talking about what she thought might be the topic of tonight's celebration. She thought it was probably some big contract Phil brought in, or some major win for the company. When Gin came in to tell me she was instructed to have me take her to lunch, I realized I had to take a leak in the worst way. After visiting the bathroom, I backed everything up and we took off for lunch. As we were eating, Steve told me that Mom and Dad were out on one of the boats today, seeing if they could catch fish. It was neat that they had the opportunity to do that. Steve also reminded me that Mom had brought my workout clothes, but I didn't have to join everyone at the pool. I would have preferred to skip the workout and gone to the pool, but I wanted to hurry and get back to work. I didn't wait for anyone else and rode the cart over to the gym after only taking fifteen minutes to eat. Today was going to be a quick thirty minute workout with twenty cardio and ten minutes of free weight reps. The entire time that I was gone from the shop, I was going over where I was on the development of the program, and where it was going. Except for some variables that would be necessary for the fighter/bomber, I was close to being able to hunt for the mysterious vibrations Wes was worried about. There would be a lot of cleanup to do, but the bulk of the work would be done and some answers could be requested before the program was properly shrunk, or to put it technically, compressed. Back at the shop, I furiously pounded the keyboard, attempting to get the code from my head into usable lines. I pushed back from the desk and keyboard, stood, stretched, and waggled my stretched out arms from side to side to loosen up. It was done, or at least the first basic module was done. I had no idea how many errors there were, but the rough draft was done. As I sat back down and fed the draft through the compiler, Donna came in with a mug of coffee, and said, "I just made some fresh coffee for you. You sure pound on that keyboard. I can hear you in the reception area when you are really burning it up. I think you should order several replacement keyboards if you pound that hard on them all the time." I pulled up the data entry screen and handed Donna the specification sheet for the primary functions. I was anticipating a minimum of another full week, to maybe even a month, for creating the software for all of the variables for dimensions, materials, speeds, and all of the hundreds or thousands of items that affect an aircraft in flight. This was something that a dozen programmers could take a year to build, but I was egotistical enough to think I could do it by myself. Donna sat at my desk and put all of the data in we had up to this point. Part of this program's job was to report the other areas that needed to be looked at. I saved the input data Donna had entered and told her we were going to do a test run of this first part of the main program. After it was set up, I pointed at the go button and told Donna, "You do it; then I won't feel so bad if it crashes." It didn't crash, but it did take a hell of lot longer to analyze the data than I expected. Each area of the fuselage was being analyzed for its reaction to over two thousand variables. The computer gave a ding about five minutes after four. I looked at the results screen and saw that there were thirty-five pages of data. Instead of wondering what was on the report, I sent the report to the printer, requesting three copies. I had an excellent laser printer that pumped out about twenty-five pages a minute. When the three reports were printed, I had Donna punch holes and put them into cheap presentation binders. I didn't know whether or not this preliminary report would be of value, but Wes and Sandy would each have one to browse. I next printed the entire program that I had written so far, and had Donna put that into a folder as well. That program was right at three hundred pages. I will hopefully be able to lean it down by at least a third. I looked at Donna and said, "I'm backing everything up now, so how about getting your area together and we'll get out of here early. What I just finished in a couple of days is at least a month's worth of work. My mind is going to need a reset and some downtime before I pick this up again. I need to be a little less intense when I work, but that's the way I seem to be able to create the best." Donna came to me, wrapped her arms around my waist, put her head against my chest, and said, "You are so good to my mom. She's been happier than she has been for a long, long time since you've been here. We talked about how she wanted to have your baby, but it is too big a chance to take. I wanted to tell you that if it doesn't work out for you to have the babies you want, I'll have some with you. I think I would love to be the mother of our children." Well, knock me over with a feather, would you? This is the self-proclaimed 'shy' Donna saying this. The sweetheart was serious. I grasped her by the shoulders, held her away from me, and told her: "That is the most special thing anyone could have said to me, Donna. I think Rita and Suki are seeing who can be confirmed as pregnant first, so you don't have to give up your career or the potential of having a husband your age to have a baby with me." Donna grinned at me while saying, "I don't think I would be giving anything up, and I would get something all of us girls want to experience. I would be the lucky one." I turned her around, pointed her to the door to the reception area, and gave her rounded bottom a light smack, "Get out there and get your stuff ready. Enough talk about making babies, or I'll become a pervert and want to practice." I thought I heard a muttered, "I wish," as Donna walked out. We drove to the patio where Friday proved to be a little different than most days once again. It was not quite five o'clock yet, but the place was jumping. As soon as I walked in, Wes was in front of me and asked, "How'd you do today? I know this thing is going to take weeks, maybe months to do, but how are you doing on the job?" I took the presentation folder out and handed it to Wes as I said, "This is the preliminary program that will give us the questions for all of the other parameters. I didn't look at the raw data yet, but you should be able to interpret what is on in the report, and some of the information may be useful." Wes was flipping through the pages as I continued, "Make notes where you think something could be improved, or if you think the data might be skewed. I'll make the final report more legible when I design it, but it will easily be three times as many pages. This report is for engineering staff only, not for supervisors." Jeff and Sandy had come over and were looking over Wes' shoulders to read the report. I pulled the other two reports I had out and said, "Jeff, Sandy; I have two more here. I'll print one out for myself, but you don't have to crowd over Wes' shoulders." Sandy looked a little sheepishly. "I really need to be reassigned to your group. Maybe you can have me do some of the repetitious stuff so I can become familiar with this program. Talk to Dennis and Gerry about it as they really don't give me that much work. I spend more time testing products that an intern can do, rather than working within my field. Talk to them, Sal." Dennis was standing there and asked, "And you didn't bring me a copy? I want one of my own so I can review what's going on with the aircraft that has Wes so upset. Come on, let's go make me a copy real quick." Steve was standing there and said, "Let me take Jeff's or Sandy's and we'll go into Sue's office and make a couple of copies. This stuff should probably be under one of those 'top secret' stamped folders." Sue followed us into her office, took the report from Steve's hands, disassembled it, and ran it through her copier. The marvelous copier made three copies and collated them so that all I thought I had to do was to punch holes in the paper. There was no need to do that either, as Sue had used pre-punched copy paper and handed Dennis' and my copies in the same type of folder I had put the reports in. Dennis was smiling as Sandy and he went back out to the patio with their reports. It was funny to see Wes, Jeff, Dennis, and Sandy all at tables poring over the data that was printed out for them. I hoped it was accurate, but I did give them the disclaimer that this was all preliminary up front. After putting the other two copies of the report into my case, I stashed my case inside the door to the house and made my way to the bar. Suki shoved a drink into my hand without me asking for anything. It was one of the favorite drinks around the patio, a tall Beefeater's on ice. As I sipped, the girls maneuvered me away from the masses to a table where the five women plus Donna, Niki, and Grenaline were sitting. We joked and laughed for while, until Donna told the others, "I really tried to get him interested before we left work, but he ignored my breasts pushing into his chest and the way I was rubbing my mound all over his hip. He just didn't respond. I guess I'm not his type." Grenaline looked at me and told the others, "I've given him enough ass shots that he should have been having wet daydreams and offered me a life of luxury if I would fool around with him, but he didn't even flinch. I guess our moms are giving him all he can handle." Niki laughed and said, "I know he won't respond to me because I'm underage. The guy has too many scruples to be any fun. I guess Mom gets all of him." That banter had me almost rolling on the floor, but not the three girls who were telling their stories. Grenaline said, "The three of us made up our minds that we are going to fuck you blind. If you think our moms are hot, just wait until we get at you. You won't be walking, that's for sure." I laughed really loud, attracting attention. I leaned over to the girls, "Listen up, Kiddies. You three are some hot property, and I would damn near suffer a heavy jail sentence by banging all three of you. But, and listen to me, it ain't gonna happen. The legal one wants a career, and I want it for her too. You other two need to focus on your near term futures for a while and forget about boy future. When you get to be of age and really want to fool around, I promise to make you bowlegged." It was Jennie that said, "Well said, Sal. You girls need to lighten up on the guy. After all, he's a guy and won't take it for long. One of you may get something you really didn't want yet, so leave him alone for a while, okay?" The three teens were all grinning, as I was thinking that they were all blowing smoke at me, just as another tease. The three temptresses got up and all gave me a hug, with a kiss on the cheek, before mixing in with the other teens on the patio. Suki brought a platter of wings and veggies with some dips. We were having a light conversation when some hands covered my eyes. While the hands remained over my eyes, lips touched mine in a very nice, but not terribly demanding kiss. As the lips separated from mine, the hands were removed and surprise, surprise, it was my sister-in-law Cindy. "What are you doing here, Cindy?" Before she could answer, a tongue went into my ear as a voice I recognized whispered, "We're here to deliver some hot stuff for you to enjoy. Think you can handle the two of us?" Oh shit! My sister and sister-in-law are here together. There probably are laws that prohibit those two from being together in public. They have been terrorizing my brother, Carmie's husband, and me since we were in kindergarten. It is downright dangerous for those two to be together. Mercy and Kathy were each holding two jars of something, watching the shenanigans of the two women. Mercy exclaimed, "They just gave us some of your sister's new hot sauce. I'll put some in a bowl and bring it out to try." I tried to stand so I could introduce the local women to the two new arrivals, but Cindy pushed me back down and sat on my lap. She hugged me and said, "I've been without my man for close to six months, so you're going to have to fill in for him, Junior. Val said you should be a good stand in for him." "Yeah right, Cindy. Where are the kids? Did you leave them at home, and where is Jim?" (Carmella's husband, my brother-in-law) Cindy had to answer as Carmella was getting someone at the bar to make her some drinks. Cindy said, "The kids are right over there with Mom. I think they've already made a bunch of friends with other kids their age. Jim is at some kind of convention in Austin. Knowing him, he's probably having a good time with his cronies." Carmella came back with a couple drinks and put them on the table. She stood up straight, with her hands on her hips, and looked at the other women at the table before asking, "Okay, Nerd; who are these women that are looking so jealously at Cindy and me." As Cindy wiggled on my lap, attempting to see if something would rise, I began introducing the ladies. I was down to Suki, when two junior misses came running up to me and stood back, looking at Cindy on my lap. In twin-speak, Joan said "Who are you," Janice spoke, "To be sitting on our Sal's lap?" Joanie protested, "He's our mom's," but Janice finished, "Rather, he's all the moms' man friend." Cindy and Carmella were about to break out laughing, but I kept them quiet by holding my hand up to introduce the twins. "These two junior tempters are Rita's twins, Janice and Joan. Just pick either name, as they've been switching identities for so long that they don't remember which is which any longer." That comment got me a whack on the shoulder by the two junior teens. Rita spoke up and told the two visiting women, "As you can see, Sal has already become someone special to these two." She told the girls, "This is Sal's sister, Carmella, and sister-in-law, Cindy. They came from Texas to see Sal and bring some of their special hot sauce." The two junior teens didn't trust the explanation, while watching an adult they didn't know, rubbing around on me the way Cindy was. I was poking her by this time, but not enough to make her jump from my lap. Mercy came out with some wings that looked a little different. She told me, "Try these. Kathy and I think they are special and want to see how you like them." I bit into a mini-drumstick and savored the slow burning taste. Whew, it was potent enough to break a sweat and cause me to take a second bite. I asked, "Do you have any of that stuff to dunk it in before you eat it? This is really good." Mercy laughed and pointed toward Kathy, "See, I told you he was like Chuck, and nothing, not even this stuff, keeps him from enjoying good spicy foods." Mercy scooped a finger through the bowl to dip the wings in and sucked it from her finger. "This is really good, Carmella. I hope you brought the recipe. We have a few like your brother who dearly love to eat fire." Cindy kissed me again, instantly jumped off my lap, and reached for her drink. "Damn, that stuff is hot. I don't think Val can eat stuff that hot, and he eats spicy stuff a lot hotter than I can stand. Carmie is the nut; she just loves it spicy." My sister used her hip to punch against my shoulder while telling the girls at the table, "I just love for my lover to eat a bunch of extra spicy food, then eat my spicy box. A spicy tongue goes a long way for a Texas gal." Oh great, now I'll have to explain that I don't fall into the category of providing the spicy tongue for Carmie's hungry box. Since my lap was empty, Mercy plopped right on it and squealed, "Wow, you got him all primed just for me." Dad came over, eating a wing, and said, "Your sister's sauce is some of the best, alright. We need to patent this recipe and begin bottling it for real connoisseurs." Joanie was standing on the other side of me and pointed at Mercy, "Now, don't make him disappear or something like that. All of us want to be around Sal this evening. No tricks please, Mercy." Janice was standing next to Joanie, nodding her head in agreement. Mercy smiled at them and wiggled, "I won't keep him. I was just thinking of borrowing him for a few minutes." It was Kathy who saved the day, "Be nice, Mercy; the man is still new and doesn't know when we're teasing or being straight with him. He might think you're offering him more than you are." "Well, Miss Smarty Pussy; I might be offering him a lot more that you think. I'm hoping to drag him up to the hot tub and see what he's made of." I was finally going to be saved. Rita pointed at Mercy, "Cool it, little girl. We need this guy to cool our hot itches, and don't need you wanting to experiment. Just be patient, and you'll get your chance, if there's anything left." I quickly looked around to see where Joanie and Janice were, but they had left, thank goodness. Grenaline was standing there, and said, "See, I knew you were causing purple pussy lips around here. You better watch it, Buster, and take care of our moms before you go spreading it around. They should be first; they need you." My sister burst out laughing, "Oh, that is so funny, but perfect. Purple pussy lips has got to be what Cindy is having." These kids are funny. Between my family, the women, their kids, and the other women around, it's tough to figure out who's serious and who isn't. Mom had come over to take my sister and Cindy off somewhere. Food was being consumed as a buffet and snacks, instead of a formal meal. We all ate a lot of chicken, some salad, potato salad, and beans, along with the cold vegetables and dip. About the time I was full, there was some snapping and popping on the public address system that was on the patio and outside. The big guy, Tiny, stood with a wireless microphone and opened with, "Ladies and Gentlemen. I hope you're enjoying a great Friday evening celebration with us tonight. There are reasons, hear that, plural, reasons for our celebration this evening." Everyone had heard, quieted down, and turned their attention to Tiny. "Tonight is special enough that I'm giving this mike directly to Steve. Take it away, Boss Man." The patio crowd applauded and whistled as loud as they could in honor of the main man. Steve stood up in front of everyone, dressed in his classic jeans, boots, and T-shirt. "Glad you all are here tonight. First, our new guy, Sal has his mom, dad, sister, sister-in-law, nieces, and nephews here tonight. Greet them and show them around if you have the chance. They are all fun to be around." There was a lot of applause until Steve began again, "Our new guy has helped sales once again. I'll let Phil tell you about that." Phil stood and took the microphone, "These past few weeks S&S has bought several hundred thousand dollars worth of hardware and software for our new computer department. While this was going on, Sal, our new guy, ran into what he thought were reasons to upgrade our security software. He showed our primary supplier that our new security software was superior to anything anyone else had, and that theirs was full of holes and could easily be breached. "As soon as I heard about Sal's ability to protect a network and realized what was going on, I immediately jumped on that and created a new product, at an exorbitant price, to sell network security software to industry. "You all know the first thing we have to do is to check with Star to make sure the product is properly protected. As soon as she found out Sal had copyrighted the software and patented his algorithms I was ready to market to everyone. "Because Sal challenged some of the best hackers in the world and people want to have what he has to keep bad people out so the hackers were probably first in line to see if they could de-compile his code and come up with a door. Sal put several fail-safes in his program to destroy a de-compiled group of code. There are so many traps, it might take ten to fifteen years to work their way through them. Well, you know me, I sold everyone who asked about it to the point that I've paid for all of the new computer equipment and software. All we have to do is install Sal's software on the customers' network computers and we have a hero among us. Sal told me he would not send software to a customer but only remotely install it in the server of their choice. He said that he could offer free upgrades once a year but again to only be installed as an upgrade. "At the same time, folks," Phil continued, "these companies, the buyers of Sal's now famous software, were given the opportunity to buy some of our power equipment that will save their butts when the power goes out. We've double-dipped most all of these companies and are getting more inquiries by the hour. So let's hear it for Sal, our own personal sales nerd." There was far more applause than what could have been expected. I didn't understand what the impact was. Steve took the microphone back and informed everyone, "What Phil was trying to say is that Sal has created a product that sold five million the first week it was offered and accounted for another almost ten million in equipment sales. So let's give one more round of applause to our fifteen million dollar Sal." The noise was deafening. Tiny dragged me toward Steve, so I stood next to my boss and smiled at everyone. Wes came up and stood next to me and reached for the microphone. "I just asked Steve if I could praise Sal for a minute because Dennis, Sandy, Jeff, and I have just found out something very important. This past week, I told Sal about a problem I was having with one of our new aircraft. We were experiencing a high frequency vibration that went right by the FAA inspectors who didn't think it was a problem. As an engineer, I know that a miniscule vibration like that can shake an aircraft apart after a while. There is no way I was going to let the first aircraft go into production until I knew where that vibration was coming from. "Knowing that we now had some of the most sophisticated computer equipment known to man at our disposal, I asked Sal to begin creating software to analyze the aircraft in hopes that we could find the problem in a couple of months. You don't write this kind of software in a couple of hours. We're talking months and months of laborious creating and typing. "Earlier this evening, Sal brought Jeff, Dennis, Sandy, and me a report that he ran as a result of his first pass at creating the new software the aviation group desperately needs. "Sandy, Jeff, Dennis, and I sat down and quickly studied Sal's report, analyzing the results while looking for the anomaly that was causing the vibration problem. All four of us saw the answer about the same time within the newly printed report. Next week, I will begin building our aircraft a little differently than it is right now. The wings will be one half inch longer and will be mounted a quarter of an inch back from where they are now. The cockpit glass area will be narrowed by about an eighth of an inch, and the front gear will be better sealed when retracted. All of that is so minor that no one could have ever found it. The FAA said it wasn't a problem, but S&S doesn't live like that. If it isn't perfect, it doesn't go out of our door. "What I'm telling you folks is if this is what has been causing the high frequency vibration, our new aircraft will be the fastest commercial small passenger jet on the market. The amount of money that will mean to the company and our 401K plan is unbelievable. Raise your glasses to our good Doctor Salvatore Feeny. Our wonderful Sal." The noise in the place was absolutely deafening. You would think I had just invented the wheel. Steve took the microphone and said, "This party is also to honor Star for her work with all of our new patents. Star has patented and published almost a thousand different items that help machinists, mechanics, welders, sheet metal workers, and even custodians. Her contribution to your 401K has been very significant and important. Let's give Star a hand." The place went nuts once again. Sue came up and took the microphone. She announced, "Quality Wear has reached a new milestone. We recently hired the five thousandth employee at our company. Granted some of our employees are in Canada, some in Ireland, England, and now in Costa Rica, but having that many people depend on us for a job is a really good feeling and I hope everyone locally feels it. Our companies are something special as you know, and will be staying that way for a long, long time. Just keep using our 'perfect' motto and attitude and Steve and I will be working next to you, helping you build and make it better, or should that be perfect." The place was bedlam. Kids were screaming, adults hollering, whistling, and applauding. I hope no one in the park was trying to sleep, as it wasn't going to happen. As Sue handed the mike back to Tiny, he put it in the drawer at the bar, and the music started. The sound of Donny's electric steel guitar along with a very funky country fiddle, played by Bonita, filled the air. I looked up at the area where the sliding glass door was and could see Marty playing guitar, Lizzy playing her harmonica with her hands cupped around a microphone but standing behind Bonita were Lisa and Chuck, leading the group. These people were special, and made a huge crowd feel very good while they played. Almost as soon as I sat, Rita sat on my lap and whispered into my ear, "When we go home, Suki and I are going to do the tests. We might not be able to party like we wanted with all of your family here, but I'm having a discussion with Ruth and Sue to see if they can help." This place was amazing, as it was like a huge family that surged back and forth, producing good things one day, and preventing something bad from happening, the next. Everything kept turning up roses. If one person needed something, all of the rest moved in one direction or the other to solve the problem. I was hooked and hoped Mom and Dad saw what I did. I'm sure Cindy and Carmie saw how things were, and knew how happy I was. I kept an eye out for Mom and Dad to make sure they were taken care of throughout the evening. I did the same with Cindy and Carmella, but they had fallen into the clutches of the irrepressible Shawna, convincing the two that I was well taken care of. I was worn down to a frazzle when it got late, and wanted nothing more than bed. Sue came to me and advised, "Your sister, sister-in-law, and their kids will be staying in our place tonight, so don't worry about them. Your mom and dad said they were going to stay at Tiny's and Ruth's, but that isn't necessary now. You could be alone in your own place for a change." I said into Rita's ear, "How about going home and getting some sleep? I'm really bushed tonight." Rita looked at me, recognized that I had not had much to drink, and really was tired. I found Mom and told her I was going to bed. She gave me a kiss and told me she would watch out for my sister, sister-in-law, and her grandkids. At home, the girls led me to the bedroom and the others disappeared while Jenny stripped me. I was sitting with a naked Jenny, playing with her exciting assets, when the others came in. Rita and Suki were holding sticks up in the air like trophies, and came to me. Both showed me the strips and gave me kisses on each cheek, as Rita said, "Look at these, Sal. Both show that you're going to be a father, a dad. You're going to have babies." Tears welled up in my eyes and streamed down my face. If there ever was a time for a man, a real man, to display his emotions, I had picked the exact right time. All five women crowded around me, kissing and hugging me, as they exclaimed their happiness that their friends were pregnant. Suki sat and propped herself up on the headboard, with her hands rubbing a tummy that had not grown yet. "I'm going to be a mommy again. I'm going to be a good mommy, just like I am to Niki. I love this kid just like I do Niki before it even gets a good start." Rita looked at me and asked, "I hope this isn't twins, but I want to ask you an important question." I nodded and indicated I was waiting for the question. "When I have this one, will you adopt Joan and Janice so the kids can all have the same last name?" Holy shit, what a huge question to ask. "Of course I will, but I may need some help to hold me up in front of a judge." Janet was looking at me funny, but I let it go and didn't think anything about it at the time. She would tell me if she needed something. I think we were all totally worn out, and with all of us snuggled in bed together, we slipped off to sleep. I did keep waking up and thinking of how special it was that I had five, count them, five ladies who wanted to be my special women with two of them growing babies, my babies, in their bellies. I was going to have to have a serious talk with Marilyn about what I needed to do legally. Rita and Suki were to be moms, but there was a lot of abuse that I needed to help them get through, so that they knew that they would be cared for and loved throughout their pregnancy. I'm sure the rest of the women would help me. It took a while, but my mind finally began to calm down and I drifted off to sleep. Primary Editing by Pepere Proofing and Continuity by Sagacious Helicopter and Legal Eagle Guru, Rotorhead Last one through - Deenara2000 ------- Chapter 17 I was alone with Suki when morning came. She was snuggled up with her dark head on my shoulder. As I gently moved to attempt to get out of bed, Suki looked up at me with watery eyes, "You were perfect last night, Sal. I think we were all afraid that you would freak when you realized you were going to be a father to two babies." The little woman scooted up to kiss me soundly. As I held Suki, she said, "I need the potty. Let me up and I'll come back to bed." I told her, "I'll follow and we'll shower together and get a start on a good Saturday." Suki sat up cross-legged and held my chest down, "Don't get too anxious to get going this morning. I have some plans before we go for breakfast." She left for the bathroom and I got up to head that way as well. I went in to unload when Suki came out, and as soon as I shook off, she took one of my hands and pulled me back towards the bed. The next hour was filled with all of the loving one could ask for. After our loving, we showered and I began to get dressed. Suki said, "I have to go home for a minute to get something to wear this morning. Can you bring your cart to my door?" Suki went out the back door in a flash, so I finished dressing and went out front. Since their door was open, Mom and Dad obviously didn't come home last night. I locked up and drove the cart to Suki's. Two dark beauties came out of Suki's door in wispy gowns and covers. I could see flashes of female flesh under the garments, but never a clear view. I raised an eyebrow as I asked, "Ah, I didn't think you were going to have Niki show her wares off yet?" It was Niki who answered, "I'm eighteen now and can do what I want, but I do listen to Mom. I want to show off just like Mom. How do I look, Sal?" I looked at Suki who was smiling as I answered, "Delicious. You are as tantalizing and beautiful as your mom." That got me a big smile from the beautiful young lady. She said, "You better be ready for this morning, as I hear Grenaline and Donna are also going to dress up for the Saturday morning show." "Be still my heart. How am I supposed to withstand the onslaught of three beautiful teens showing off their beauty?" Niki smacked my shoulder from the back seat, "You'd better, or our moms will beat you senseless." She added in a lower tone that was almost a whisper, "Or fuck you senseless." Suki gave me a sideways glance and smirk as we pulled up to the patio. This was amazing. It was barely seven-thirty and the patio was packed as usual on a Saturday morning. The idea that it was packed with over half a hundred females showing their wares in filmy and sheer gowns and nighties, had to increase the attendance, but it was ridiculous for that many people to be up and around at that hour on Saturday morning. Grenaline and Donna came running up to Niki as we walked in. Those two were dressed in filmy, almost revealing gowns, similar to their mothers'. It was a real treat to view the girls and their mothers next to each other. It would be a really tough decision to decide which one would command the most attention. As we approached the bar, Tiny stuffed tall glasses that contained ice and a reddish liquid, with a slice of celery sticking out of the glass, into our hands. He said, "Good morning, Champ. Glad to see you made it through the night. I'm not sure about your mom and dad, though. Ruth is home trying to get them to respond. Of course, she may be using the wrong kind of stimulation to get them going." I received a hip bump from Rita as I waved good morning to Steve and Glenda. The tall lady next to me led me to a table that held the other four of the fantastic five, as well as the three juniors. The cute ones there were Rita's twins, who were posing for me in short flannel gowns cut low enough to let the young teens give the suggestion of revealed cleavage. With a smirk, Rita told me, "Be calm and don't attack them in public. They would go along with it, but I don't think it would do your reputation much good." I had to tell Rita, "You have to admit they are giving their all to get my interest. Those two are a danger to the young male population around here." "I would worry about them if the two didn't have their black belt at the dojo. I doubt any boy is going to get anything the girls don't want to give them. It's my duty to teach them what and when to give it." I chuckled, thinking how difficult being a father was going to be. My sister-in-law, Cindy, came and sat on my lap. "Sal, you need to be in on the family call to your brother today. I'd bet he'd like to talk to you." My brother was my idol. The man was one of the best Marines the USA had. He had progressed to become a Captain in the Marine Corps, in charge of a group of forward troops. They didn't often have a communication connection where they could have a videoconference or even send and receive e-mail. "When is it so that I know when to be free?" "In about ten minutes," Cindy told me. "Steve said that we could have it on the big video screen out here since there is a video camera on the screen. We can all get in on the call." The family had seated themselves at the table in front of the big screen. One of the guys, who I knew to be one of the sound guys for the music people, focused the camera on the table and those that sat there. I sat next to Carmie, and Cindy sat on the other side of me. We were sitting there, talking about how technology was so cool, when my brother showed up on the screen. There was Val, in his BDU fatigues that were probably made right here. He looked good, but a little weathered and tired. Val smiled and said, "Good to see everyone this afternoon but I guess it's morning there. Hey, Sal, how you be, Dude? I haven't seen you since I left. Are you taking care of Cindy for me? You know that the lady needs your help." Mom interrupted and asked him, "Hey, Val, it's good to see you and hope you're safe." "It's not that good, Mom. We lost a patrol leader to an IED this morning. I wish we could create a better vehicle that could withstand the blast of these explosives. That's probably wishful thinking, but one of my men, a Lieutenant Sharp, says his dad makes a vehicle that can withstand a blast. He says it can even take a rocket from a fighter-bomber and keep on going. That's what we need." Dad spoke up, "Is your Lieutenant Sharp nearby? Call him over so we can talk to him." "I will, Dad, but I don't want to give away my time with you guys. I love my Cindy and the kids so much and don't want to miss an opportunity to see them. Hang on, I'll holler for him." Steve and Kathy had been standing back watching and when Val came back into view with a young Lieutenant, Kathy almost broke down crying. Val introduced the young soldier, "This is Lt. Jake Sharp. He says his dad owns and runs a company by the name S&S Enterprises. He says they have a vehicle that can withstand an IED and can even handle fifty caliber rounds that try to penetrate the windshield or side curtains." Kathy hollered, "Hey, J.J., call us when you get a chance. I hope you get some video time this week." Jake waved and said, "Hey Mom, Steve, its good to see all of you." Val was surprised, "Where are you guys and how did Jake's folks get there?" I answered, "Val, I was hired by S&S Enterprises and we are at Jake's parent's patio in Florida making this call. Your wife and my sister are ganging up on me, so tell them to lay off. I will talk to Steve and see what we can do about getting you some of the company's vehicles to test." "Good deal, Sal. They say it's going to be jarheads that win this war, but it's going to be you nerds who figure out how to keep us safe." My brother smiled at all of us and said, "Now if the rest of you will turn your heads, I need to whisper some sweet nothings into the ear of my lover and wife." It was at that moment that his two kids blurted out. His daughter, who is about ten, said, "Daddy, we miss you and want you to know how much we love you." His son, a year younger, said, "Take care of yourself, Dad. We're waiting for you." You could see the man's watery eyes as he tried to hide his emotional feelings for his kids. Cindy said, "Take care of yourself, Val. You are important to us and we are here waiting for you to come home." Val said, "It is good to see you guys together and a surprise to find you at the place where they make this special vehicle. Hopefully, a few of them will make their way here for us to test. I just know there is a better way every time we lose someone to a roadside bomb. If we set up a sniper to try to take them out, then we're shooting innocent civilians. Our target now is not the bomber, but the bomb. We figure that the bomber vanishes if we can set the bomb off, and no one misses him." Cindy said, "I'll make sure that Mr. Sharp works on getting you a vehicle to use. I love you, Val. Know that, and know how much all of your family misses you." Val pulled Jake into the screen view and said, "Say a few words to your parents, Lieutenant." Jake said to Kathy, "Hope you're watching out for the rest of the crew at home. I listen to Bonita's music all of the time. The guys here can't believe my sister is the real leader of the Lucky Lady Blues Band." Jake then said to Steve, "Get us some of those trucks dad. We could really use them. I'll talk to you all later, but this is Val's time." Val was standing next to Jake and smiled for all to see, "I'm being signaled that the connection time is up so from Afghanistan, Jake and I say keep the home fires burning. And Sal, I'll e-mail you later today." With an enthusiasm that you wouldn't expect, the two of them hollered, "Semper Fi!" The entire patio was stone quiet when the screen went blank. A baby giggled, another happily smacked his lips before nursing. You could hear the breathing of the people on the patio as if it was synchronized. I noticed Kathy hugging Steve while attempting to wipe her eyes of the tears she had shed. Steve even had watery eyes. Almost all of the Sharp kids were there looking at the blank screen. They felt lucky to have had this small glimpse of their brother, and relieved to know the man was still alive. They lived in daily apprehension, thinking of the danger J.J. lived in. Cindy hugged me and buried her face in my shirt. She said, "I'm sorry, Sal. I know he's alive and I'm so thankful, but I'm scared. I wake up every day afraid that today will be the day I hear the bad news. He's doing what he says is important for our country, but there are so many of those big shots that only care about themselves, and not about the men there and the families that are left back here." Rita's twins came to me, crawled onto my lap, and hugged me. They put their heads on my shoulders, but reached out and patted Cindy. Janice said, "I wish we could make everything good and bring your man back to you. If we didn't have Sal right now, we would be as lonely as you are. Sal will make you feel good, so let us all give you some happiness." Cindy looked up at the two darling girls and said, "Sal is lucky to have friends like you two. Thank you for what you said, and I know Sal is here to take care of anything I need." The two young teens got up and hugged Cindy before mixing back into their group. The noise of the patio slowly came back to normal. Steve waved at me to come over to him, so I excused myself from between my sister and Cindy before going to him. Tiny pushed another Bloody Mary into my hand as Steve hauled me down to sit next to him. "Sal, I have a little influence with a couple of big guys in charge of the Marines' ground action over there. We gave them a couple of sample vehicles, but I don't think they're being used. I'll send enough vehicles for your brother's entire unit, if I can. They will hopefully get there and protect not only your brother, but also Kathy's and my son. Jake is the son of Kathy's first husband who was killed over there. I've adopted the five kids and the crazy lady has had two more with me. The music whiz, Bonita, is her last." "Thanks, Steve. I'll get Cindy over here to give you the unit Val is in." I went to find Cindy and brought her to the table where Steve sat. Tiny looked at me, holding his glass and looking at Cindy. I nodded and he instantly produced a tall glass with a stalk of celery. Cindy smiled at the glass and took a long drink. When Steve asked for the unit, she rattled it off, with all its designations and who the various officers in charge over Val were. Steve used his cell phone in front of us. "Good morning, General, this is Steve Sharp. I'm not pushing you to buy anything, but I want to supply a specific unit in Afghanistan with some of my vehicles. I can have them at Andrews, or wherever you want them, later today. How about we quietly slip them in and replace the junk you guys are using. This is a freebie for your men to test in the field, General. I guarantee mechanical dependability, and you know how rugged the vehicles are. We have at least twenty ready to go, so let's get this show on the road and sneak them in for our boys over there. This unit just lost a team leader to an IED this morning." After a long pause, Steve said, "I'll have all twenty vehicles at Naval Air Station Jacksonville in about five hours. I'm sending a couple of techs, who are also Marines not on active duty, who will help move the armament from your vehicles to ours. You don't have to worry about my men, they are good troops. When they are done, just get them back to somewhere where they can catch a ride home." Steve hung up and dialed someone else. "Hey, Stan, I need the twenty units we have ready up at Naval Air Station Jacksonville ASAP with at least two support people. The on site support guys will be transferring armament from stock vehicles to ours. What do you need to get this done?" Steve paused and listened for a minute, before saying, "Okay, I'll come along to make sure everyone gets through the gates okay. I'll also be bringing a couple of civilians along to watch the aircraft take off." Steve's phone rang and after he answered, he frowned and asked, "How are you going to convince your crews to come into MacDill?" Another pause and then he said, "That's a good deal because that will knock off another five hours for travel to Jacksonville. We'll be out there in an hour. Thanks General." Steve hung up and said, "The Air Force is going to play Fedex for us and have been assigned to use two C-5's sitting at MacDill to haul the trucks and some other supplies." Steve turned to Cindy and speaking softly said, "Why don't you go put some regular clothes on and come with me while we ship some trucks out to your man. I think Kathy will also want to watch these trucks get shipped. I'll call Stan back with the change of plans and we can meet him at McDill." It ended up that Mom, Dad, Carmie, Cindy, and I went with Kathy and Steve to see the equipment loaded onto the huge transport aircraft. When we got there, Cindy said, "At least we're trying to keep Val and his men safe." She turned to Kathy and said, "We're going to keep your Jake safe too." Steve mentioned to a CENTCOM Marine that it was great to have the Air Force deliver these special vehicles for the Marines. We watched as the twenty vehicles were lined up ready to be loaded onto the big C-5's. There were two big flat bed trucks with pallets on them ready to be loaded with the trucks. Steve told us, "This is going to take a few hours to load so let's leave these people to do what they do best. We can enjoy the rest of the day knowing Jake and Val will have some of our trucks." It was somber group that drove back to the trailer park. It wasn't even noon yet and we had already completed a lot of activities. I was feeling pretty good about what we had accomplished, but the women still worried about their man and son. Nothing was over until they could see them coming home to them at the airport. Back on the patio, I asked Steve, "I need some relaxation. I'd like a poker tournament, or maybe a shooting competition. I'm not up on what's happening where and when around here, so where can I go to find out what fun is available?" Steve laughed, "One of your women is the ideal person for that answer. It's Jenny's job to know just about anything of interest in the area, so ask her. A quick-draw competition might be a little out of her league, but I'd bet she knows where a poker tournament might be." I found Jenny about ready to leave the patio for the girls' Saturday exercise time. When I asked her about my two activities, she said for me to call the number of a local gun club, and if that didn't work out, to go to the Indian reservation casino and they could accommodate my need for some poker competition. I called the number for the gun club and listened to their schedule of events for the weekend. I would save the number and attempt to contact them to find out if they had any quick draw competitions. The local Hard Rock Café and Casino had a poker tournament that began at one, but you had to have won at least one preliminary tournament to get in. I told the lady that I had a pass from the tournament in Shreveport, and she said she should be able to bring my name up. In seconds, she said, "Doctor Feeny, we would love to welcome you to our games. Check in is by noon and the tournament begins between one and one-thirty. Can we expect you?" I assured the lady I would be there, so I went home and washed my face, and then put a fresh Western shirt and a pair of decent boots. While there, I called Rita to tell her to advise everyone that I was going to play in a poker tournament. Rita said, "You should ask Mercy if she wants to go with you. She loves to play poker. I think she is notorious out at the Hard Rock." Instead of using the phone, I took my truck up to the patio and hunted for Mercy. I was told she was shopping with a bunch of other women. It didn't make any difference, because poker isn't played with partners. It wasn't difficult to find the Hard Rock casino, but it was to park and find your way to the tournament room. The thousand dollar buy-in wasn't cheap, but I hadn't spent any money for a long while, so it wasn't too tough to let go of. Because I was a previous winner of a preliminary tournament, I was seated at the second table. Depending on my position at my table, I would move on to the main event table as an opening appeared. No one around me was a known player, so I was ready for some young pros to play tough. It would take several hands to get the feel of the other players, and it was always the aggressive player who came out ahead in the early hands. My style was to be aggressive, but to watch how everyone was playing. If I thought someone was bluffing or making a mistake, I would jump on them hard. I still hadn't got any cards worth playing by the sixth hand. Thank goodness the 'ante' or 'blind' wasn't high yet, since I was going to wash out with the blind by the way it was going. Son of gun, I was dealt two queens. I didn't try to raise a lot, but added a raise of a low value chip to the bet as a sign of weakness. The flop was another queen, a seven, and a six. A couple of guys bumped the pot, and I raised a small value chip once again to keep everyone in. The river card was another queen. It was difficult for me not to choke, but I didn't do anything as I watched the faces of the other players. One of the young guys was grinning; he pushed his chips in and said, "All in." The man to his right looked at him, pushed his chips in, and said, "Call." I was last as it came around to me, and I looked up at the two guys and didn't think about it much before saying "Call," and flipping my two queens over. The mouths of the two fell open as they looked at the queens. One had a pair of aces and the other trip sixes. Both had fewer chips than I did, so they were out. The dealer raked their chips over to me as one of the other players asked, "Doctor Feeny, huh? Are you a PhD of poker?" I smiled and said, "I wish. I'm a computer nerd that enjoys the competition." I had to play my cards a little differently after that, but I had respect from the other players now. I wasn't winning a lot, but steadily, and I was soon high chip count for the table. There was a half-hour potty break about six o'clock, when we could get something to drink and eat. I was shocked to find someone else in my seat when I came back to the table. The dealer looked up at me and said, "You were moved to the feature table." I found my place at the feature table and continued at about the same pace as I had been. I had a couple of big wins, but a big loss also. I didn't read the other player correctly, but it didn't change my opinion of his moves. That proved to be important since he was trying to use his big win as a way to influence the way the others played. I was dealt a hand that I almost threw away once again. I had the nine and ten of spades. I figured I could stay to at the least see the flop. No one felt their cards were that big and didn't raise a lot, so I stayed. The flop was enough to make me piss in my pants. There was the seven and eight of spades, along with an ace. This brought on three players going nuts with their betting. I stayed with them, as I had two draws to come up with a jack or six for a straight. Any spade would actually give me a flush which should win the hand, and, of course, in the unlikely event that I pulled the jack or six of spades it would be a straight flush, which could even beat four of a kind. The betting was heavier than I wanted, but I stayed with them, acting hesitant a couple of times. The turn card made up my mind to go for all of it as it was the jack of spades. A natural straight flush should be a guaranteed winner. The other three players were really beating each other up, betting and raising until their stacks were suffering. I could see some indecision by looking at each player's face, but also the greed that appeared on the faces of over-confident players when they felt that their hand was a lock. When they dealt the river, I think every eye at the table watched as I looked at my cards and moved them around between each other, attempting to get a serious look on my face. The three competitors put me out of their mind and decided to go after each other. The high stack player among them said "All in." That caused some hesitation on the part of the other two, but after doing the stare down at each other the other two called the all in. They were about to flip their cards up when the dealer pointed to me. "What is your bet, Dr. Feeny?" I smiled, "Okay, I'll play along. I'll at least have enough to keep playing if I lose." The other players flipped their cards over and looked at me. I flipped over my last two spades to show my natural straight flush. Their faces sunk as they realized they were out of the tournament. One of the other players said, "You don't mess around, do you? You don't take out one at a time; you go for three throats at the same time." Another said, "He sat over there, went with the table, and didn't do anything but ride. What do you want to bet he pulled that flush on the river." I waived over a waitress to get a tall glass of iced tea and a bottle of water. We settled down to some steady poker once again, with some wins, some losses, and a guy going bust every once in a while. My stack wasn't going down, but only increased by a few chips at a time. The crowd was down to four tables by ten PM, and the bets were getting larger and larger. The principle is to continue to play conservatively, but to remain in the game by matching the lower end of the wagers. Every time I had a big winner, I let others dictate how I won, and only went head to head a few times. I was hungry and tired by midnight, but I felt like I was getting close to being a winner. I was second in chips after going from first to fifth, then back up to second. One of the players was a real egotistical guy, making fun of the other players as he bet, trying to shark them. I didn't let it bother me, since I had a lot of experience by being ridiculed as a nerd. I did notice the man would adjust his glasses with his right hand when he had a good hand, and push his sunglasses up his nose with his left hand, when he was bluffing. I used this to win about six hands from him. I was holding two sevens, and the flop had a seven, ten, and queen, when he used his right hand to adjust his glasses. I wondered if he pulled three of kind or a pair of queens. He confused me by pushing his glasses up his nose with his left hand, then turned around and adjusted his glasses with his right again. That has to be indecision. I called his raise in our head to head, and watched as he pushed his glasses up his nose with his left hand. The river card was dealt and, holy smokes, it was the other seven. I looked up to see the man grinning and messing with his sunglasses with his right hand. The guy had a big stack, but was third at the table. He grinned at me and said, "All in." The guy had to have three of a kind, so I called. He flipped two queens over for trips. I raised a finger as he reached for the pot, and flipped over the third seven, and for the coup de grace, the fourth to give me four of kind. The man deflated in front of us and sagged in his chair. "How in the hell did you draw that and not show anything? Christ, you're not even wearing sunglasses. Remind to not play for real money with you." I reminded the guy, "I don't know about you, but our buy in was real money to me. At least you've had a good evening of poker." Now the table was down to three players. The one player barely had enough for the blind. He had about two more hands, but no one is to be discounted. The next hand sent the low chip player on the run. The other player looked at me and asked, "Are you tired? I'm really beat. How about one hand of seven card showdown and we'll split first and second place money. It's after midnight, and I'm done." I smiled, "Me too, but I have to tell you that this is the first time I've ever done this. There's no skill in straight showdown." "Naw, there isn't, but that's why we share the bucks. Whoever wins gets a free ride at World, so let's do it." The dealer told us, "The last three get admission to World, but the first two get all of their fees paid. Both of you can go to the big show and play for free. I pointed at the table and told the dealer, "Do it." The man dealt out seven cards alternately to the other player and me. He had a pair of jacks and I had a pair of fours. What a sad couple of hands to end a poker match the way we had played. It took another hour to get our checks and the special tickets to the World Series of Poker. I was going to have to see if I could be absent for something like that. It takes a minimum of a week for the games to be played, and they sometimes have it in sections at different locations around the country. We would see, but I was happy to have come out second among over a thousand players. That and we split five hundred thousand for a day's activity. I was glad to get home and found my bed occupied by Jenny and Janet sleeping peacefully. I undressed and crawled in to get between the two. They turned for a kiss, but went right back to sleep. How about that, this had been a busy but good day? Sunday morning was busy as Jenny and Janet left early so they could get their kids ready for church. I went up to the patio and joined Steve in having coffee. He told me, "The vehicles are at the camp where your brother and Jake are. I feel a lot better about Jake now, but he could be sent to another unit and be right back in danger. I know it can't be the way I want, but it's too bad the big guys are satisfied with something that doesn't protect the men." I had to agree as I sipped my coffee. Some of the women wore the see-through gowns and robes again, but it was a mixed bag. Phil and Judy had breakfast before organizing a bunch of people in going to the local Catholic Church. Another group was preparing to leave for a nearby non-denominational Protestant Church. Dad came out with Tiny and Steve's brother, Henry, to inform me that he was getting ready for a day of fishing. There soon were ten men ready to head out to the water. Charlie, Hank, and Steve were getting ready to go motorcycle riding on a local poker run for Muscular Dystrophy. That meant some women were going to be gone as well. I was eating breakfast when Jenny's Jeff sat down next to me with his plate. As he ate, he asked, "How about coming to fly with me today? I'm taking a customer and his wife up to Panama City for the day. This would give you a chance to see what you think about flying. Don't listen to me because I'm an aviation junkie, but at the same time, don't listen to my mom. She knows I'm a junkie and thinks I won't finish my education by only flying." The next question was easy to ask, "What you are studying, Jeff?" "What else, aeronautical engineering. I should be in position to get a commission with one of the services as a pilot when I finish school. I'll have some jet experience and my commercial and instrument instructors license by that time. I'd like to fly from Navy carriers, but it depends upon who is hiring and offers me the most when I apply. Steve says he could help me get into one of the military academies, but I'll finish at USF in two years and should have an easy path into whatever branch I want. I attend ROTC classes for both the Air Force and Navy, but they don't care. Both of them think they have an inside track." He stuffed another forkful of food in his mouth, chewed, swallowed, then asked, "So, will you fly with me?" "Sure, I'll see what it's like and decide whether or not to sign up for some lessons." None of the women were around, so I left word with Sue as to what I was going to do. Once at the airpark, Jeff and I began pushing out a nice looking Cessna 206. He had me walk with him around the aircraft for what he called a pre-flight inspection, while reading from a laminated card. He even had me stand on a stair stand and poke my finger into the wing to make sure the fuel tank was full. We finished pushing the aircraft out of the hangar so that it was next to the charter office and went in. I didn't recognize anyone inside, but there was a lot of activity. One of the girls told Jeff, "Your customer should be here on time. They called to make sure the aircraft and you were ready. Take a cart to the parking lot and bring them over when they get here to keep them from having to walk." We took a cart to the parking lot and watched as a nice looking couple in shorts and casual shirts got out of a Lincoln. Jeff asked, "Mr. and Mrs. Timmons?" The man stuck out his hand and Jeff introduced himself and me. We gave them a ride back to the charter office where Mr. Timmons gave the girl a credit card for the round trip. I was impressed by the way Jeff seated the two, made sure their seatbelts were buckled, and explained about the headsets. He said they could talk between each other, and that they should push the red button, which would connect their intercom to the front headsets, if they had an emergency. Inside the plane, Jeff handed me another laminated checklist and told me to read it one item at a time and to wait until he asked for the next item. We stepped through the checklist until just before he began to taxi, last he checked the rear intercom and had the passengers press their red button to check the communication. We were at the end of the runway preparing to take off a few minutes later. As we taxied to the runway, Jeff had me put my feet high on the pedals to see how he steered the aircraft by using the small pedals over the rudder pedals to direct the plane to one side or the other. The brake pedals are connected to the landing gear on each side. Duh, dumb me! I always thought you steered the aircraft using the steering wheel that I now found was called a yoke. Shoot, I don't even know what all the parts of a real aircraft are called. I wonder if I should learn more about flying in order to better create a program to analyze aircraft? I watched him push the throttle in as he held the airplane from moving with the brakes. When he let up on the brakes, we lurched forward a little then began smoothly moving down the runway. Not very far down the runway, Jeff reached out and tapped a dial that said airspeed as he gently pulled back on the yoke. We lost the feel of the tires on the runway and had the sensation of climbing. Combined with the visual of us gaining altitude, you had the strange elated feeling of "I'm flying". We continued to climb and turned back to the north/northwest. With all of the sophisticated instruments on the instrument panel, there was one of those ball compasses in the center of the dash like you see in cars. I was informed through the intercom, "All aircraft, including jet liners often have this as a standby compass, but we fly by using another compass indicator that is a gyro compass." Jeff had made a couple of radio transmissions having to do with his flight plan as we continued to climb until we were at a little over eleven thousand feet. He fiddled with some knobs, telling me he had leaned the fuel/air mixture, as the air density needed less fuel at this altitude. We had gone through a couple of bumpy periods during the climb, but the ride seemed very smooth now that we were at the higher altitude. Jeff spent almost the entire trip up to Panama City attempting to teach me about each of the gauges, dials, and knobs. I had a difficult time understanding what he was talking about when he was adjusting what he called a trim wheel. When we were approaching Panama City airport, he lowered our altitude and adjusted the fuel mixture, but kept at the speed we had been at. Jeff had contacted the control tower and had been directed to get on to what was called the 'glide path'. Jeff pointed at a glide slope indicator in the glass panel that said "ILS" which showed our heading and angle of descent in relationship to the runway. With the runway in sight, we gradually came down until I could see we were at two hundred feet and lowering or flying right toward the end of the runway. When Jeff finished pulling the throttle the rest of the way out, I had the sensation of floating for a split second before I felt the tires meet the runway pavement. Jeff seemed to keep the nose wheel off the ground for a long time as we lost speed, and then he gently set the nose wheel down. When we were almost stopped, but at one of the runway intersections, I heard the controller tell Jeff to use a taxiway 'letter'. He turned in the direction of the parallel taxiway and pushed the throttle in a little way. We taxied up to the operations building parking area, stopping so the rear door was facing the operations building. Since it was on my side, I climbed out, and opened the rear door for our passengers. The couple was all smiles and the man told me, "You gave us a very smooth flight. We just love to fly in small aircraft." I had to be honest and tell them, "I didn't fly the plane. Jeff did and he is a very accomplished pilot." Jeff had come around, heard the conversation, and patted me on the back while saying to the couple, "I'm trying to get this guy to learn how to fly. If I get him to catch the bug, maybe he'll be flying you up here one of these days." We accompanied the couple inside where they met some people who were waiting for them. The man told us to meet them here at four. Jeff went to the operations counter and confirmed that they knew to charge S&S for the fees. As he turned from the counter, Jeff said to me, "How about let's go do some takeoffs and landings for a couple of hours. I'll let you climb out and go through the instruments and controls again. We'll refuel when we get back." It sounded okay to me, as I really didn't know enough about how to control an airplane, so I figured this would be a good learning experience. There was a fuel truck parked next to the aircraft with the attendant waiting for us. Jeff was about to tell him to wait until later, but decided we could do more learning if we started with full fuel tanks. We watched as the man topped off both wing tanks and Jeff climbed up to confirm that each of the caps was secure. Watching Jeff gave me the feeling that I would learn to do this correctly if I watched the way he did everything by the numbers. We did the outside pre-flight exam with the checklist again, then when we were going to get in the plane, Jeff told me to get in the left seat. That made me nervous. We sat, closed the doors, and Jeff picked up the other checklist. He would read an item and show me where each switch, knob, or gauge was. After the engine started, we watched the gauges and Jeff explained what each one meant once again. When he was happy with where all of the needles pointed, he did the radio stuff. When the tower gave us the altimeter field barometric pressure, Jeff hit a button to set the altimeter to the field elevation. Jeff said, "There is a warm front that will be passing by today, so there will be some pressure changes. We will be flying VFR all day so we really don't have to worry about the altimeter too much. Oh, VFR is Visual Flight Rules and IFR is Instrument Flight Rules." Well, we, or I, taxied to the end of the runway and when we were given permission to, I was able to get the aircraft to the center of the runway pointed in the correct direction. Jeff was still using the laminated checklist as I held the aircraft brakes and pulled the throttle out. With Jeff talking to me using the intercom, he told me to check the airspeed indicator and asked me if the aircraft felt light yet. It didn't and the airspeed was still under sixty. As we passed eighty knots, the plane seemed to lift off the ground and begin climbing. Jeff kept telling me to try to keep the nose at a level that I could still see the runway and climb at the same time while keeping on a straight line with the runway. We climbed up to about five thousand feet and flew away from the airport then headed back. Jeff said, "Now the important thing is to learn how to land." Jeff kept giving me instructions and pointers all the way back to the airport, telling me that in a little while, and with practice, everything will become second nature to me. As Jeff worked the radio, he kept giving me instructions and pointing to the instrument panel. I was lined up with the runway but was at almost four hundred feet. Jeff told me not to worry about it, as the runway was long enough. I kept lowering until Jeff told me to push the throttle almost all the way in. I did notice that he had his hands on the yoke on his side and feet on the pedals while we landed. When we stopped and were given a taxiway, Jeff requested taxi instructions back to the departure end of the runway to takeoff again. We spent until after three o'clock taking off and landing until I had made ten of them. I was getting comfortable landing and could just about hit the exact end of the runway. I was remembering to work the trim wheel and flaps without being told. Jeff continued to read each item from the checklist and I'm sure he did that to drive exactly what to do into my head. We parked in front of the operations building and watched as the fuel truck came up. After we were refueled, we went into the waiting area and bought a couple of machine sandwiches and a Coke. Jeff asked, "What do you think, Doc? Do you think you might take lessons? If you do, I'll log you for today and make an entry of how many takeoffs and landings you made on your own. You really took to doing the basics. There's a lot to learn, but it can be a lot of fun. Best of all, flying can give you a freedom that you can't have any other way. I know I like sailing with Steve or Chuck, but flying is my first love." I told Jeff, "This was fun. I will have to check my schedule to see how to fit lessons in. There are a lot of things I enjoy doing, but just not enough time to do them all." "You're right, Doc. I'm just about finished with my degree and know what I want to do next, but I don't have enough time for other things like cars and girls. I wish I had more time, but I'd rather be flying, getting more hours. I want to be rated as an instrument instructor pilot by the time I go into the service. That will make me even more valuable." The couple showed up with their friends, and they had their friends come out to look at the aircraft. We waited for the friends to head back to the operations building before helping the couple into their seats and getting them buckled up. It felt funny to get into the right seat after having been in the left seat for so long. It was my turn to read each item, only I knew what Jeff was going to do with each item this time. Back at our airpark, we refueled the aircraft, vacuumed out the cockpit and rear seating areas, and washed the windows. Jeff said, "When we fly a charter like this, we put the aircraft away ready for its next trip. It makes coming out to fly a charter that much more fun. Everything is ready. Let me show you the aircraft logbook and what you should write in it." Jeff made the entries in the log, indicating the engine hours. He entered a line in his own logbook and motioned for me to follow him into the charter office. As we entered, Jeff said to the girl at the desk, "Hey, Sally, can you get a logbook for a new guy. I gave Doc Feeny a good four hours of instruction today. He needs to work out a schedule for lessons. When is your next ground school so he can attend that?" Sally smiled as she got a logbook out. She went to a machine, punched something in, then placed the logbook in a slot. She brought it to me at the counter a minute later. The front of the logbook said, "Sal Feeny" and below that was "S&S". She said, "There you go. You know you could probably do the ground school online and come in to test. There is almost always an IP around to administer an exam." Jeff said, "IP is short for instructor pilot. If you needed to, I could even give you the exam when I'm at work. It isn't long or very difficult." I supposed it was inevitable that I learn how to fly. The thought came to me that I was going to have to learn how to fly bigger aircraft so that I could carry all the women and their kids. That was going to be a while for me. Back at the patio, the women were back from their shopping expedition and were starting on the first pizza delivery. My sister and sister-in-law were enjoying pizza and beer with all the others there. It didn't take long for my five women to gather around me and for Jenny to tell the others, "Jeff gave Sal his first four hours of flying lessons. He said Sal was doing great landing and taking off." There was some discussion about what kind of aircraft we would have to use to do any joint flying around. While this was going on, Dad came to me and said, "Well, Son, sounds like you are going to learn how to fly after all. That will be great when you can land right at the house and pick us up. I suppose we would need to meet you in Lubbock if you flew one of those bigger airplanes. Just learn how to do it safely." Mom told me, "We're going to go home in the morning. They have a charter that is going our way. Cindy, Carmie, and the kids are going with us, so you'll be on your own here. Keep in touch, Kid. We'll miss you and will probably come see you again soon. Your dad wants to see that steam engine that didn't make it here this weekend. The local kids started playing some music for us as the evening progressed. Bonita and Lizzy were leading the others in some good blues tunes that were easy listening. It's great to have the laid back atmosphere the place gives. All of the women stopped by for a hug and a kiss when I went home. Only Suki stayed as she said the non-pregnant ones were all cursed at the time, or at least thought they were going to be. After some slow lovemaking where Suki did everything she could to make me feel really great, and I did everything I knew how to make her happy, we hugged as we fell asleep. Primary Editing by Pepere Proofing and Continuity by Sagacious Helicopter and Legal Eagle Guru, Rotorhead Last one through - Deenara200 ------- Chapter 18 Monday morning on the patio was normal, as I was first to have coffee with Steve and Glenda. I decided to stay and have breakfast to say goodbye to my folks, sister, and sister-in-law this time. My family was there by seven, ready to be taken to the airpark for the flight home. Cindy kept stepping aside until I asked her what was up, when she said, "I'm staying here with you. Val told me to hang with you for a while, so that's what the kids and I are going to do. We'll stay in your front room and I promise we won't bother you." I needed to talk to Val about this, but the time difference made it really tough. Cindy and I stood together waving goodbye to Mom, Dad, Carmie, and the kids. Val's and Cindy's kids stood next to us before the kids turned to me and asked, "Can we go to school with the other kids? They have a special school here that teaches the kids the same as at home, but in a different way. Can we?" Cindy looked at me and I smiled at the kids. "I'm sure you will be welcome. I'll ask one of the women who teach and let you know in a minute. Sue was the first woman in charge that I saw, so I asked her, "How can I get Cindy's and Val's kids in your school here. Val wants Cindy to stay here for a while, and they need to go to school. They were being home schooled before." Sue hugged me and said, "Just send them up to the rec center with the others, and they will be worked in with everyone else. New kids seem to work out very well. They can go with my kids." As soon as I told them what to do, my brother's children vanished along with Sue's and Steve's kids. It was like the button, 'That was easy'. I told Cindy, "You should integrate with the other women who don't go out to work this morning, and help prepare for lunch and whatever. I need to go to work but I will be back for lunch." Cindy looked at me with half closed eyes, "I guess I've lost my allure to you Feenys, or else you're just not into hot women." I closed my eyes and shook my head, "Oh Cindy, you know I love you like a sister but I also love my brother. You and I don't mix that way, honey. My goodness, I'll do what I can but I can't put horns on my brother." Cindy hugged me as she said, "Val told me you would act like this. Well, listen to me, Junior Feeny; you are going to take care of some of my problems before I leave here. That is an order from your older brother. Think about it, prepare for it, and get ready." Damn, Cindy was direct, to the point, and sounded emphatic. I could only hope my women were going to be able to get me out of this. When I walked into the reception area, Grenaline was displaying enough of her voluptuousness for a Saturday morning on the patio. I had to stop, stare, adjust my zipper, and then finally address both Grenaline and Sandy, who was there drooling over Jenny's daughter. "Uh, Sandy, what are you doing here? And you, Grenaline, I want you to find a spare bed sheet or something to cover you up a bit. If I had a video camera, I could sell clips of you just walking around for a lot of money. Now cool it, Gin, and give me and Sandy a breather." Grenaline sat down heavily at her desk before saying, "It's not fair. Donna gets to be here for a breakthrough, and tells us that she got to hug you and get you worked up. Just last week, Niki got you so worked up that you took her mom home for an early matinee before coming to the patio. What am I, secondhand Swiss cheese? You know, someone with holes to use?" Holy shit, what do you tell a young lady who feels stood up? I went over to her and as she stood, I hugged her to me. "Grenaline, you know how every male in the park lusts after you. Give me a break, and realize that I don't put the make on you out of respect and the knowledge that you would probably leave me begging. You know you are as special to me as your mom, but you have to let Sandy and me do our work. Cover it up, Sweetheart, and keep it special for that guy who will make it worthwhile one of these days." The fact that I was holding her against me and she could feel junior Feeny pressing into her stomach might have made a difference, but Grenaline did relent and changed into a top that didn't show all, and a skirt that didn't show her lower lips. Jeez, this is a horrible way to start a Monday. The fact that she had other clothes with her told me that she knew she wasn't dressed the way she should be. I pulled Sandy into my workroom office and asked him, "What are you doing here? Are you going to be assigned to me now?" Sandy was grinning and nodding at the same time. "Dennis said that I should work with you for a while to see if I could be of help. I can do all of the repetitive entries while you do the creating, Sal. Let me learn from you like I did at school and I promise not to interrupt you unless I find a problem or you're finished with a block of your work." How do you send such an eager helper away? We moved some work tables around and I set him up with a computer linked to the system. It took me a few minutes to get my head back to where I was when I had finished this past Friday. As soon as I began taking off with what I had been doing, I knew where I was going and continuously pounded the keyboard for two hours. I looked up at ten and thought I wanted some coffee. That's when I realized that Sandy was waiting for something to do. Knowing that he was good on a lot of routines, I assigned him several that would compare the product of some of the sophisticated results to some of the seemingly lesser reports on the exterior. I knew these were going to be important as we analyzed the fuselage and it had to be done in small sections with individual analysis and reporting for each square centimeter. From what Wes had said, even small changes in the shape of a fuselage, airfoil, or nacelle could have large effects on both vibration and performance, and the ability to quickly identify innocent-looking bits that were generating problems could be worth many times their weight in gold. Things like the precise shapes of the intakes for engine combustion and cooling air, for example, could change cylinder head or exhaust gas temperatures by fifty degrees or more, or excite a resonance that would make the whole aircraft buzz. Sandy was in hog heaven, since he knew exactly what I wanted and began churning out code that would mesh with mine. I stopped long enough to get a cup of coffee that wasn't too bad, and asked Grenaline if everything was all right. She apologized to me, and said she was just stressed out because of her period. She said she always felt second best during that time, so to just ignore her. She promised to be of more help tomorrow. When I gave her a hug, she visibly brightened up. Grenaline dragged Sandy and me out for lunch. We were able to skip the workout and sunning, and soon we were back in the workroom pounding away. Niki walked in at five, and said, "Okay, you two. I have been told to get you out of here any way necessary. Will you chase me back to the patio if I strip?" Niki is so cute that it's always difficult to get mad at her for her outrageous suggestions. Sandy told me, "My Sandy is usually waiting for me at home as soon as I can get there, so if you want to sample Niki, go ahead." Niki looked alarmed, but I grinned at her to let her know she wasn't in any danger. We closed up after saving everything before Niki and I headed to the patio, while Sandy headed home. Today had been a good day, but with no big innovations. This phase was going to take a week or two or more of constant development to get to the core, but everything was going to fall into place once established. I was sitting with Steve, sipping a very nice scotch on the rocks, when Jenny came and sat on my lap. She said, "Gin told me that she was tough on you guys this morning, but you put her in her place. How did you do that without fucking her silly? I swear that girl gets so worked up around her period that she should be quarantined." "Oh, Jenny, she isn't that bad. I love the junior copy of you and the way she flaunts it at me, because I know that all I have to do is wait a while and I'll have you, the real thing, in my hands. Give me a kiss 'Real thing' so I know that I'm not dreaming." Jenny was laughing and Grenaline, who had heard the conversation, punched my shoulder. She said, "You better be ready one of these mornings because I'm going to be stretched out on your work table ready to be had. I hope that you're as good as Mom says." I didn't want to laugh as Jenny got up and tried to drag me away. Cindy came up and sat on my lap. She said, "I talked to Val this afternoon, and he said you're supposed to take care of me until he gets home. He said that you were the brother chosen to do the deed." I had to remind Cindy, "I am his only brother to do whatever deed he wants done." Sweet Cindy said, "I'll show you the video of our conversation. I recorded it at your place so that it wasn't on display to everyone. Come on, Sal, take pity on your brother's wife and help him and me out. I would much rather be your lover until Val gets back than to some asshole that isn't worth either of your spit." Rita was nearby and had heard the conversation. She winked and nodded to me, as if I needed to get away. I told Cindy, "I need to use the john. I'll be back. Can I get you a drink?" Cindy said, "No, I don't want to be drunk when you finally help me out." As soon as I went toward the bathroom, I saw Rita, Jenny, and Suki head toward Cindy. I know I didn't want to be a part of that, so I took my time letting everything in my bladder out before zipping up, washing my hands, and peeking out at where the women should have been. Marilyn was now the only one there, and she seemed to be waiting for me. She came up and hugged me; "The women are waiting for you at home. All of us want to make Cindy comfortable and make sure that she knows what she's doing. Your women want you to do what you should, Sal. Let's go make sure of what you should do." I knew I was in trouble as soon as I walked into my place, as all the lights were out. Marilyn pulled me toward the very dark hallway, where hands rapidly began taking my clothes off, while lips were kissing and hands were caressing me. When I was naked and knew that my attackers were also naked, I was led down the hall toward my bedroom in total darkness. I don't know how they made it so dark, since I should still be able to see some streetlights. Upon bumping into the bed, one of the women turned me and pushed me so that I flopped backwards on to the bed. I was surrounded by lips that kissed me, chests with firm nipples that caressed my chest, and hands that were stimulating me all over. A husky voice told me, "Lay back, Sal. You're needed by all of us. Enjoy us and give us the pleasure we seek. I was now wound up, ready to shoot gallons into the first opportunistic pussy I could find. The thought came to me that the only women who weren't under repair right now were Suki and Rita, but all the women seemed to be around me. I wondered what was up. Very soft lips kissed me that I knew had to be Janet's. Those were followed by Rita's more demanding lips. I recognized Suki's and Jenny's kisses, and Marilyn finally began giving me her deep throat tongue that threatened to make me cum. It was then that soft lips touched mine and full breasts that I didn't recognize pressed into my chest. A hand held me upright, and a soft, moist enclosure surrounded my center and slid down on me with a groan. The enclosure began to steadily rise and fall, and I helped by beginning to suck the nipples that were in my face. The more I sucked, the more the owner of the lower enclosure moaned and grunted until I could feel juices squirting out from the sides of our connection. The owner of the enclosure rapidly moved up and down until the inevitable happened. I emptied into her, knowing I had just deposited some genuine Feeny good stuff into Cindy. I hoped it would be enough to take care of her for a while. I didn't know whether I could do this very often without being overcome with guilt. We all snuggled together and the owner of the now drooling center that had consumed me was up against my side. The others began leaving and left that one person with me. I knew it was Cindy, and I pulled her close as I thought of Val, and mentally asked for his forgiveness if he didn't know what was happening. I fell asleep but woke up a few hours later, as a lusty lady rose and fell on my re-engorged self. The rider said, "Oh Sal, you feel just as good as Val. You are going to be so good for us. I hope I can hold off getting pregnant again until he gets home. Oh, Sal, you are doing such a good job." I was in a near panic when another body leaned over me and kissed me. That had to be Rita. She whispered, "Don't worry, Sal. We won't let her keep you. We're only letting her use you while her Val is out of town." This was fucked up, but even my main lady was thinking this was okay. What am I going to do? Rita said, "I have to leave, but Suki and Jenny should be here in a few minutes. They will keep Cindy calm. You just lie there and enjoy the ride." Instead of just lying there, I flipped Cindy over on her back, put my arms under her knees, and pulled her legs up over my shoulders. From there I began pounding away, thinking that this would scare her. The crazy lady began screaming instead. She came, she screamed, and came some more. After she finally passed out, I was sitting on the side of the bed contemplating what to do, when I heard a small voice, "Is momma okay? It sounded just like when Daddy's home. Is she all right?" Oh shit. I kissed Cindy and whispered to her, "We woke your kids. Get up and tell them you're okay." To Cindy's credit, she sat up and called to her two kids. They came to her and hugged her before she took them back to bed. It was when she came back that I was surprised. She hugged me and pushed me back, working on my center to make it firm again. As she slid down on me, she said, "You aren't my Val, but you are a hell of a sub right now. Fuck me and put me to sleep, Big Boy." I did and she did. Suki and Jenny showed up almost as soon as Cindy was asleep, covering me with kisses, and telling me I had been a good man for Cindy. I didn't know what to say, so I snuggled with the three women and went to sleep. Man, what a night. Suki and Jenny were very loving the next morning. Jenny couldn't participate, but Suki enjoyed a gentle quickie before the two ladies left. Almost as soon as I was in the shower, Cindy stepped in with me, pushing her large motherly breasts into me. She pulled my head down for a kiss and said, "I think my friend is coming and that always makes me a little crazy. Thank you for comforting me, Sal, and I want you to watch my conversation with Val so that you won't feel guilty. Val and I have always been a little wild, the same as Carmie and her guy. I could stay with them, but the kids would figure it out too soon." As we washed each other, I told Cindy, "Your kids are going to figure this out pretty soon too. How are you going to explain that?" "Easy, Sal, I've already told them that you are being close to me to take care of us like their father does. I'm staying right here until Val comes home, Sal. He wants that, I want it, and the kids love it here. Hell, Val and I may stay right here when he gets home. I think that unless a great promotion comes along, he's just about finished playing soldier. I also think he's just about had it and finished with these isolated tours." We finished up washing and were drying each other, when I asked, "So how's this going to work with my lady friends? Are they going to include you in everything, or how are you all planning to make this work?" Cindy pressed her dry naked body to me, and kissed me, "We'll make it work. You are almost exactly like Val in almost every way. He's smart, but you're some kind of freak genius that came along. If I'm not looking directly at you, your voice even sounds like his. I love you just like Val, Sal. If you had stayed in Texas, your sister, mom, and I had already decided on how Val's plan was going to work. You screwed it up by taking the job here, but since I was home schooling the kids anyway, this will be fine with them. Carmie's kids will miss mine, but your sister will be coming to visit often." I finished dressing, and was surprised to find the kids dressed and sitting at the counter. When I came in, Cindy's little girl, who was about nine or ten, came to me, gave me a hug, and asked, "Will you sort of be our temporary daddy until our real one comes home?" Val's son smiled at me, "That's a tough question to ask, Uncle Sal." But he followed it up with, "Are you?" I didn't get the chance to answer before Cindy said, "You two saw the video from your dad and heard what he said. He loves you guys and wants you to have a man around, and the best one for the job is right here. I'm sure Sal needs some practice at being a dad so that he'll know how to handle kids when his get to be your age." Val's little girl looked up at me as she hugged me, "I'm glad you'll be here for us until Daddy gets home. We'll all be better living here with you." I was in a state of confusion as I drove us to the patio. Cindy blended in with the other women, the same way that the kids became a part of the mass of children getting ready for school. I was sitting with a cup of coffee when Rita came to sit with me, "Don't be in a panic, Sal. We all watched and recorded the video of what your brother said to Cindy for you. Did you watch it?" Shaking my head no, I replied, "I've had no time yet, as you well know that I wasn't alone last night or this morning. This is really strange, Rita. This is my brother's wife and kids. Mindy asked me if I could be her temporary daddy until Val came home. VJ (Val Junior) isn't dumb and knows what's going on. You and Suki are pregnant with my future children, and the five of us haven't been a team or group long enough for something like this to be OK with all of you." Rita leaned over and kissed my cheek. She softly said, "There's enough of you to go around, Lover. You're young, strong, and full of energy. It will be good for you to keep all of us happy. Good for us too. You know the folks around here are a little different than a bunch of up tight university types. The university types think they are liberal-minded, but they have no idea about what a loving neighborhood really is. Just roll with it right now, and enjoy it, Sal. Your work will keep you busy, and all of your friends and women will entertain you the rest of the time." I called Sandy over when I finished eating, and asked, "How about giving me a ride to work this morning. I need to leave my cart for Cindy." The morning went by rapidly and when lunch came, Steve came by and was insistent about working out and getting some sun. Cindy had a swimsuit that rivaled one of Sue's or Kathy's, as she had the top to fill it, or rather to spill out over the top. Cindy always did like to tease when she and Carmie sunbathed. Steve seemed to enjoy spreading lotion on her, while I enjoyed being administered to by a heavy older lady named Maggie. She was a sweetheart who had been around the park for a long time, and had even taken a European voyage with the Sharp family. After lunch, Sandy and I developed the plan of how to write the code for each specific area of the aircraft, and how it should relate to everything else. When the outline was complete, it was obvious that the project could take another month or more, unless we did a lot of late nights and weekends. While Sandy went back to work, I called Steve, Wes, and Dennis for a quick meeting. They decided to meet at the big table in my workroom. I had Sandy stop until the meeting was over, as he could be making mistakes while trying to listen in. Since he was a part of this, he should be involved. When all of us were seated at my small conference table, I handed out copies of the outline Sandy and I had developed. "This is as specific as we are able to be at this point. Each area of code development has a time estimate, and you'll see our total estimate if you look at the last page." I squirmed around as I knew some of the company's attitudes, but I also knew the importance of this project. "The reason you're here is so Sandy and I can find out how imperative the completion of this software is. I know Wes has a lot of work on one project that is depending on this software, and some of his work in progress also needs it so that he can continue." The others were sitting, expectantly staring at me, as I continued, "If you want this done in two weeks instead of a month to six weeks, it can be done. Something this important warrants the effort, but everyone here must accept what it will take. I can work nights and weekends until this thing is in the box. Sandy can help as much as he is able or willing to, but I don't expect him to be here as much as I will. You guys, Steve, Wes, and Dennis have to tell me how important this is." There was silence as the three men thought about what I had said. Steve looked at Wes as Wes spoke, "Sal, this project is important, but you're now working on the overall analysis of this aircraft and every future aircraft we build. You've already resolved the vibration problem, and we will be testing the new build by Friday." Dennis offered, "S&S is different from the big aircraft companies and contractors because we don't get bogged down in petty bureaucracy. Just like now, you had a question that needed to be answered, so you gathered the people who would make that decision." Wes spoke again, "My military aircraft is probably six months away from real flight testing, and nine months from live fire tests. That is going to put us about five years ahead of any other aircraft development in the country. I need your software, but I don't need to have it for three to five months. I could continue to work with the information I have even then, but from what you're saying, you'll easily be done by then. I think you need to just continue at your present rate, and if you were to do anything, maybe you or Sandy should try to find a few programmers of your caliber to work with you." Steve was sitting back listening, and finally leaned forward to talk. "Sal's put off by me a little because I make him exercise and get a little sun. I make sure he gets out of this lab at a reasonable hour or he would sit in here and pound on a keyboard all night long. If he only works seven to eight hours a day, he'll be more accurate and productive, and he will still do three times the work of two or three men. Look at what you've already done, Sal. You resolved a problem that was keeping Wes up at night. You've reconfigured all of the company's servers to be more secure than they have ever been, and have our IT department scrambling around making sure the company's laptops are all up to date. If I was to do anything, it would be to require you to take a few days off every other week, but I'm sure that won't happen for a while." Steve turned to Dennis, "Work on getting Sal some programmers to help with the repetitive tasks and testing. If you need an addition to the building, build it or better yet, divide up what we have." Steve turned to me, "You heard Wes; there is no strain to get something done. What you are doing will be the basis for testing all of Wes' designs from now to forever, with you only having to modify what you will have built." Wes spoke up, "I think it's important that Sal complete his flying lessons so he is more familiar with actual flight. He needs to progress right through multi-engine, instrument, and the obvious next step, small jets. This is going to take a lot of his spare time, but I believe it's necessary. The more he knows about flight, the better his program will be. Even though the basic function of the program is to take CAD or CMM shape information and integrate that with generic wind tunnel data to, in essence, enable us to simulate wind tunnel tests without the time and expense of building a huge wind tunnel and all the different variations in aircraft shapes, by gaining familiarity with actual flight in different models of aircraft the program results will mean more to Sal, and maybe even guide him to further refinements in the program. In addition, when the generic wind tunnel data is not sufficient for a new and complex shape, we can use the CAD/CAM systems to build instrumented miniatures that we can mount on existing aircraft to get real-world data to plug into the program, and Sal will be able to design the mounts for those models." Steve was nodding in agreement, as Sandy commented, "I've been doing flight lessons for over a year now, and I can tell you it has helped me when I've been doing any analyses for Wes. Dennis is now instrument rated, but he hasn't taken the step up to jets yet. It may not be necessary, but I'm sure it helps him when we work with Wes." Steve stood, "It's settled. Work regular hours, but also schedule at least two or three lessons a week. If you schedule two four-hour lessons a week you can be into instrument lessons after five weeks. You could speed that up a little if you do some of your requirements on weekends or evenings. I happen to know a young man who would love to get more hours while teaching you." Steve chuckled, but I had to laugh at that, as Jeff was an eager teacher just salivating to get more hours, especially if someone was paying for the time. "Okay, Sandy, I suppose we can do this job at a leisurely rate. I have to tell you that there will be some times that I have something spinning in my head and I have to get it out while it's fermenting. Steve understands those instances. Please understand that's the nature of programming. If I can see it in my head, I need to get it out." "Okay, Sal," Steve smiled, "I understand, and will forgive the occasional need to cram some more code into this program." Sandy said, "And he hasn't even talked about some of his research stuff that he likes to work on. He was famous for working all night, but still being a tiger in the classroom the next day. That's how those who were lucky enough to be his students learned so much." Dennis and Steve left as Sandy was holding Wes back. Sandy said, "Sal, run what you have through module F for Wes. I think there are a couple of items he might be interested in. I've seen some neat results from a test run that I did." We ran the program through the F module, and waited for the quick "ding" before directing the output to the printer. The super fast laser printer kicked out a stack of papers that Sandy grabbed and stuck in a three ring binder. Sandy told Wes, "Take this to patio and look at everything from module C on. I know you're going to be excited about it." I looked at my watch when Wes left and told Sandy, "Let's knock off early and get out of here. You can beat your Sandy home and greet her in any manner you want. You two are a cute couple. I hope I can have a relationship like that one of these days." Sandy smiled at me and said, "You have some fine women in your harem, Doc. Rita is a find and you have Jenny, Suki, Janet, and Marilyn too, so you aren't doing badly. When Sandy and I have been up at the hot tub with those girls, I can tell you that they are not hard on the eyes. They are also very warm tempered, but we haven't seen them since you've been here. You'll have to socialize with us up there." Those hot tubs sure do bring out the fraternization around here. When Sandy dropped me off back at the patio, I was amazed at how many kids were there. The tables seemed full of kids doing various types of homework, while I noticed the two younger Italian ladies, Gina and Giovanna, having Italian conversations with some of the kids. I walked by and said to the two great looking Italian ladies, "Come siete belle donne oggi?" (How are you beautiful ladies today?) The two ladies jerked their heads toward me, and Gina asked, "Lei parla italiano?" (You speak Italian?) I smiled at them as I passed to go to the bar, "Voi conoscete la mia mama." (You know my mama) As soon as I was behind the bar, an older Italian lady, beautiful in her own way, sat on a stool in front of me. "You may make me an American drink." I almost laughed at the precise pronunciation she had made. I told her in Italian, that I would make her whatever she wanted. She spoke English again; "Your mother is a good woman to teach you her language. It was good to meet her. My daughters are trying to be good teachers of our language, as well as good neighbors to everyone." I reached my hand out, "I'm sorry; I don't know your name. I'm Salvatore Feeny." The lovely lady gave me one of the 100% Italian smiles and said, "I'm Mesa, Gina's and Giovanna's aunt. I stay with Giovanni and take care of him now." I had met Giovanni, but didn't know what the relationships were. "Mesa, it's nice to meet you, and I hope you can help me stay proficient in speaking Italian. You, Gina, and Giovanna are doing a great job of teaching the kids to speak Italian." The mature lady said, "We teach them to read and write our language too. It is important that they learn Latin with their learning of Italian. Latin is the basis of most of our languages." Well, the lady had that part down. I suppose it was cool to be sucking booze down at four in the afternoon, with an Italian beauty that could be my mother's age. Tiny showed up behind the bar with me and said, "Good to see you out of the salt mines early, Doc. Are you out early to get a couple of hours flying in?" I hadn't thought of it, but looked at Tiny before I poured myself a drink. I poured some Beefeaters into a glass of ice and handed it to Mesa before heading out the door. Tiny hollered, "Catch Ruth, she's on her way out to the airpark right now." The only car moving was a powder blue Mustang convertible that had just backed out. I recognized Ruth's face in the driver's seat. I usually didn't see her face, only the transparent gown covering a bountiful chest on Saturdays. "Hey, Ruth, can I ride to the airpark with you?" On the way to the airpark, Ruth asked me if I had passed my ground school test. I had not, so she suggested that I try to take the test while I was out there today. She reached behind her and pulled a small binder from the floor of the rear seat. "Read this real quick, and if you're what I think you are, you'll easily pass the ground school exam." Speed reading the binder, I was finished by the time we arrived at the charter office. Ruth bounced out of the car excited about her upcoming lesson. I walked into the office and waited at the counter until DeDe walked up, "Hey, Doc, what can we do you out of?" "Did someone sign me up for lessons, and if so, when are they? I also need to take the ground school exam." DeDe grinned at me, "Whoa there, Cowboy; one step at a time. No, no one has signed you up for lessons. However, Jeff did sign you up as a student, giving you credit for most of your required landings and takeoffs. You'll be doing more, but you already did the required amount. Come with me and I'll give you your exam, but if you haven't studied, you'll have to wait two weeks before you can take it again." Hoping I had learned what was in the binder, I sat at the computer and began. I asked DeDe to check my answers fifteen minutes later. She made a couple of keystrokes and entered my student number. She turned to me and said, "So, I guess you now want someone to teach you how to fly?" "That's how it's done, isn't it?" DeDe grinned, "Want to learn fixed wing or rotary?" "Huh?" "You know, regular airplanes or helicopters?" I broke up laughing at how ridiculous that seemed, as I answered, "Airplanes, not helicopters. I'll do those in another lifetime, okay?" DeDe smiled, "Okay, I just needed to find out what your intentions are. I think Jeff is over in maintenance; let me page him." She paged Jeff over the area's public address system and we waited. Jeff came bursting through the door. "Doctor Feeny, great to see you. Did you take your ground school exam? Are you ready to start flying for real?" DeDe had to calm the young man down. "Easy there, Jeff. Sal wants to learn to fly and you've already signed him off on all of his landings and takeoffs. Go teach him how to fly and keep doing it until he's got his instrument rating." "Oh boy, I get lots of hours doing this one." DeDe shook her head, "Make sure you bring him back in time for supper. You may not need to eat when you're flying, but your students do." We flew for four solid hours, doing some landings and takeoffs, but we mostly worked on how to handle the aircraft. We made appointments of twice a week, four hour lessons, for the foreseeable future. When we had the aircraft parked in the hangar, I had Jeff drive us in his car to Park Place for supper, since it was past time we could get served at the patio. We both enjoyed a big steak at the diner, with Jeff talking about flying non-stop. The kid had it bad, and I could tell he was going to be a special pilot one-day. When we were back at the patio, he said, "I don't usually have the car. Gin usually drives it, so you should bring your truck with you, okay?" Jeff went home as he said he had homework he needed to work on, and I watched him leave. As soon as I hit the door, VJ and Mindy came to me and asked where I had been. "I've been learning how to fly. I'll be able to fly you guys around one of these days." That was good enough for them, as they raced back to their peer groups. Cindy came up and said, "Heard you were being a flyboy today. It's neat that you're learning to fly. I hope Val learns when he gets back to a normal life." Suki came up to me and gave me a kiss while I was pulling a beer. She said, "Heard you went flying. Now you're acting like a member of the park." When I sat at a table, the other four women came to join Suki and me. We chatted and talked as I told them Jeff and I had gone to Park Place diner for supper. Jenny said, "I'll bet Jeff had his usual, the porterhouse. I think that kid could eat two or three of them at a sitting. Thanks for taking care of him, Sal." The rest of the evening was gentle, as was going home. Cindy wasn't in the room when Rita, Suki, and I made love, but Cindy came in and snuggled up to me as soon as Rita left. When I reached around her to hold her, she put my hand on her big breast, and whispered, "You wore me out last night. I think I need to give it a rest a few days while my monthlies visit." Suki kissed my neck and hugged me tight as I slipped into sleep. Primary Editing by Pepere Proofing and Continuity by Sagacious Helicopter and Legal Eagle Guru, Rotorhead Last one through - Deenara2000 ------- Chapter 19 What a strange way to wake up. I would wake up alone a couple of months ago, go do some chores in the morning if I was home, have breakfast, and go to work at the university. I now wake up with women covering me. I may go to sleep with one or two, and wake up with only one, but sometimes as many as three or four. I was being kissed by my tiny Polynesian, while my sister-in-law was performing some very intimate acts with me this morning. Suki thought it was funny and was giggling, but Cindy was panting as she lifted and jammed herself down on me; so much for my sweet sister-in-law being sore. When she had completed her mission of achieving a brother-in-law induced orgasm, she slid down next to me and sweetly kissed me. "That is so good, Sal. Val will be proud of you the way you let me enjoy myself. That is so much better than some toy." Suki was still snuggled up to me, and said, "I'm fine this morning after our loving last night. I'm not as horny now that I have our baby in me. I'm ready if you're still ready to go, but you don't have to do me to get me off."' Geez, these women have it down to a science. Let's see, Cindy gets off on me without a lot of thought of whether I might want to join her. Suki says she's fine, since she got hers last night and I'm waving in the breeze. It was Suki who said, "I should call Niki over here and teach her how to get you off in the morning. That would be good training." "Let it be, Suki, I'm fine. As a matter of fact, I might even want a nooner if I let it go now." My sister-in-law said, "I'm your girl if you want a nooner. I always get horny after lunch." Geez, how in the world did I get hooked up with so many weird horny women? Breakfast was normal and Cindy had her own cart today. Hers was electric while mine was gas, so we would need to remember to hook her cart up at night. Today was supposed to be special. Donny was anticipating that his steam engine would arrive today. The excitement of that event was evident from breakfast on. Donny's anticipation, and the fact that everyone was anxious for the arrival, caused Steve to send several aircraft up to find the progress of 'Donny's Dream', the steam engine's name. The radio transmissions were broadcast over the speakers on the patio as soon as the engine was located. Everyone was treated to video of the engine being towed by a newer diesel down the tracks as it came south on the assigned route. Donny was delirious, and was constantly in contact with his father via cell phone. When it became obvious that the engine and cars were almost here, everyone traveled to S&S's main building to watch as the engine, coal car, flat car, and caboose were switched to the siding and slowly traveled up to Donny's Dream's special resting place. When the short train had stopped, Donny went nuts running from point to point, releasing air from various valves to reduce rust. Donny had a big laminated plastic sheet that was a checklist of things he needed to do. The man was as meticulous as a pilot in that he made sure every item was done and checked. Donny stood before his beautiful steam engine when all was complete, and said, "This is a piece of American history. I hope I can let her travel around the USA and show how our country progressed over these last hundred years." It was an emotional moment as all could see how much these pieces of steel meant to the huge man. It was respect. The man respected the machine's contribution to the progress of our great country. It took a while for Donny to introduce his mom, dad, and brother who had brought the train from Arkansas. Donny's dad and brother were big, but not nearly as large as he was. You easily knew where Donny's great attitude and easy going personality came from. Everyone went back to their duties and responsibilities at their individual work places. Sandy had located and hired two more former students of mine to help work on the project. I was surprised that Sandy had found two of the best that had graduated and were still looking for work. With three additional good heads putting meat on the program bones that I was building, the program began taking shape much faster than anticipated. We were on the final lap within six weeks. By that point, I was rewriting the code the others had filled in to make it more compressible as the others were adding the I/O lines to evaluate flow data from each square centimeter of the fuselage. The program was huge, or so I thought. Sandy and his men had been condensing the code until it was compact enough to even satisfy me. Everyone worked on making the code conform to whatever the input data was, so that any aircraft could be evaluated and put through our screening process to find faults and flying problems, as well as armament firing problems. I was sure we would add to this over time, but the program as it now was would be the benchmark by which all military and civilian aircraft would be built. The Friday after our completion brought a big party. Everyone who was involved was honored, and Wes gave a testimonial that curled all of our toes. "Everyone, I have to tell you of a phenomenal software creation that will probably change the aircraft industry. Sal and his men have created software to evaluate any aircraft with any combination of engine or engines, any type of fuselage, and military aircraft with any type of armament. No one anywhere else on this earth can take an aircraft apart like Sal's software can." I was sitting with Suki and Rita who were now showing that they were pregnant. The others within our group were sitting to our side. I stood, "All of the people who helped put this together are as important, if not more important, than I am. All I did was give directions and they put it all together. Applaud these folks; give them their due." The noise was loud as people applauded, whistled, screamed, and generally showed their appreciation. These folks loved to show how proud they were of other members of the S&S group, or perhaps better, team. Donny stood up, and everyone notices when Donny stands up, as the guy has to be over seven-foot tall, "Sal has only worked with us for a few months. During this time, the man has changed how we operate within our group and within the entire S&S structure. His ability to put equipment and operational personnel together has been invaluable. We are a better company today by having our Doctor Salvatore Feeny as our software guru." The noise was strangely deafening, as everything that had been announced was not worthy of the accolades. Steve was there and announced, "Folks, we are honored to have employees who are willing to bust their butts to make us the best in the business, so stick around and see what we're capable of." This was a good party and became better when Tiny spoke up. "There is another item that I know most of you are sitting on the edge of your seats wanting to know about. Here it is, Folks. The S&S 401K plan didn't grow by the anticipated ten to twelve percent this past year." You could see some of the crowd's excitement ebb. "The plan has grown by a whopping eighteen percent." There was stunned silence for almost a full minute until what Tiny announced sunk in. Then the noise of applause, yelling, whistling, and banging on tables began. Tiny smiled at the assembled group both inside and outside the patio, and spoke, "The party most responsible for this growth is Ben Phillips, Sue's dad, the financial guru we all know and love. Tell us how you did it, Ben." Ben was dwarfed when he stood next to Tiny and accepted the microphone. "Your company showed a profit, while companies all over the country posted red ink this past year. I was lucky to have made a few investments that have paid off very well. Both S&S' and Quality Wear's 401Ks benefited from the investments and you'll be able to see how much when you read the statements in your pay stub envelopes. I'm proud to work with companies like yours, and even happier to help you succeed." Steve took the microphone back and said, "Now you know how great your company is. We continue to make ends meet and keep our people working, regardless of what the rest of the economy is doing." Steve held his hands up for quiet, and in a normal tone of voice, said, "I want you to listen to Donny for a second. He has an announcement to make." Huge Donny came up to Steve and took the microphone and looked around before speaking. "I think most of you have been out to the yard to see my huge toy, the steam engine that I had brought here. It would have been neat if she could have come under her own power, but for some reason there aren't any water and coal stops on railroads anymore. Now I need to recognize my Mom, Dad, and brother who did most of the actual work to bring my dream toy here and are still with us. You are missing something if you haven't met my family yet. Find them, talk to them, and enjoy knowing some real people. They have told me they are about to head home, so meet them while you can. "I need to thank all of you for helping to refurbish the tender and caboose to its present beautiful condition. I need to thank Billy for making some replacement parts for the engine so I could finish it and ensure that it is as perfect as all S&S products. Now for my big deal. This next week, two 1940s Pullman cars will be delivered to us. They are in pretty good condition, but I'll need to take them apart and put them back together. When we get this train put together, I want to offer weekend round trip rides down to South Florida or up to Panama City but it will be near impossible to get water and coal for a trip like that. Instead, I'll try to make a deal with one of the parks across the state for a round trip that will include a night and day at the park. I think I'll try to get one of those luxury coaches along with an old fashioned dining car. What do you think? Who wants to ride on an antique train pulled by an authentic steam engine?" There was almost a shiver of excitement rippling through the crowd as so many anticipated the thrill of riding on an antique train pulled by a real steam locomotive. I was thinking that my grandparents would go nuts to ride on the train. I would make sure that they had the opportunity. The next few weeks after that Friday night were spent by tweaking the program and re-writing modules to work with turboprops and piston engine aircraft. I had begun shifting the new programmers to some programs that analyze various types of armament and their characteristics. If we had a working knowledge of each available piece of armament, Wes could build his aircraft around what would work best. It might take a year to compile a working library of current weapons, but it would be the most comprehensive weaponry knowledge database in the world. It was about that time that Wes brought one of the chief researchers from Lockheed-Martin to see me. His interest was in our ability to configure a stealth capable drone. Wes told me that it wouldn't be a problem, but I hadn't worked on that aspect of Wes's aircraft yet. The rep asked if we would be willing to build the software under an exclusive contract. It was Wes who immediately jumped the guy, advising him that anything we created was for us to decide what we wanted to do with it. We would be glad to enter into a joint venture, and we would jointly own the product, but neither exclusively. The afternoon's meeting was cut short, as the rep didn't like the way that we were willing to work with them. When the man left, Wes told me, "Boeing is sending an engineer to discuss something similar. I've already armed them with the knowledge we will not give our product development away, but would be willing to rent out available spare time on our equipment. Boeing wants a finished product, so this may be a place for us to really shine." The Boeing engineer sat down with us the next day, and went over what they were looking for. We were told that four companies would be competing to come up with the best design, at the lowest cost, that could be tested on a real range. If we were interested, he would assign one of their engineers to work with us and observe our techniques. Wes called legal to have one of the legal eagles come to draw up an agreement that would protect our product development with a covenant not to disclose each other's secrets. The document was taken back to Boeing headquarters for them to accept or reject. Our legal staff volunteered to meet with them in St. Louis or their headquarters in Chicago to work out any differences. That must have been the kicker, as they accepted our terms and advised that an engineering team would be assigned to us. Dennis had decided that having Sandy and the extra programmers, plus an engineering team from Boeing, working with us was going to cramp my area too much, so construction was immediately underway to expand and double the software development area. I was afforded my large quarters, with a good view of the park once again, within a month, while the addition was built off another part of the front, with a common entrance in the reception area. All of us involved with programming had begun developing code that would define radar absorbing and deflecting techniques and abilities. Instead of a skin coating, we discovered that some variables in the development of the skin itself could become invisible to radar in the same way that Wes's original designs using the special composite, seemed to disappear on radar, but were still physically visible. Our program development analyzed the content of the composite and isolated those components that reflected radar and those that either absorbed or deflected it. A rough surface that deflected radar often had a high heat signature from friction. There had to be an answer somewhere in between. The staff was creating mountains of code that analyzed everything that came in contact with a drone, until we were flying a drone slowly back and forth across the helicopter practice field one day, when Wes began yelling. "You can't see it, you can't see it. That thing is invisible on radar." The unique thing about today was the Boeing engineers had all gone back to St. Louis to report on their progress. They were not very appreciative of our closed attitude regarding our software. The engineers told us they were going to report our lack of cooperation of our software disclosure to headquarters in Chicago. That had been spelled out in our agreement, and they didn't want to help, only to copy what we had. It wasn't going to happen. I called St. Louis right away to advise them we had made a significant breakthrough and that their engineers should hurry back. Instead, one of their senior engineers was handed the phone and told me, "I think we're wasting our time with S&S, and we will just forfeit our buyout now instead of at the end of our agreement." I begged, "Please, send at least one of your men down here to witness what we've just been able to create. This is a major find and breakthrough. This is exactly what we have been trying to create." All I heard was, "I'm sorry, the engineers have informed us that you are not cooperative and will not share your software development with them." I sat back stunned at what I had just heard. Wes was sitting across from me and had heard both sides of the conversation. He said, "You gotta call Steve. This is a big deal and Boeing will think we're holding back on them. We haven't been all that restrictive, but I know you aren't ready to give all of your code to date away." I called Steve, "Hey, Steve; we have a little problem that you need to hear from the beginning. Can you come by?" Steve said, "I could, but I'm in Canada checking out our factory up here. Tell me the story and I'll see what I can do." I told Steve the entire story, and then Wes described the perfect test. The line was quiet for a few seconds before Steve asked, "Can you put a camera in the test drone?" Wes quickly responded, "No sweat, it already has a video camera mounted and working, so we could make sure the video equipment didn't leave a signature." Steve said, "Send the drone over MacDill and make sure that you video record the flight. I want you to highlight CENTCOM and SOUTHCOM by making multiple passes over them so that they know our drone has a negative signature. Give me a call when you have that, and I'll tell you where to send the video. As soon as the call was completed, Wes said, "Come on, let's launch this puppy and let it impress the brass. I'll bet more people see it with the naked eye than who see it on their radar scopes." I watched as Wes launched the drone and sent it straight to the restricted area. It was while Wes was watching the tech manipulate the drone that Steve called back. "Can you get a drone up to St. Louis and buzz the Boeing engineering complex? They are supposed to have some very sophisticated radar to protect them up there. Be obvious, go slow, and make sure you buzz all of their key buildings. See if you can get the building numbers." When the tech finished with the MacDill pass, Wes asked him about fuel. The man said, "No sweat, Wes. We can do a pass there, the White House, and back home with what we have. How much to do you want?" Wes looked at me and I instructed the tech, "Do the passes over Boeing, then do a pass over White House, but make sure we aren't spotted there. I want that to be a surprise." The young man smiled and said, "I'll do my best, Doc. You guys have made my life very easy." We watched as the drone streaked to St. Louis and meandered around the Boeing complex, and even slowly flew over the radar sensors. After picking up multiple building numbers, the drone flew rapidly to DC, circled the White House, and continued circling it as the sensors narrowed down to the front doors and the windows on the second floor. We actually saw one of the president's kids in her room. Nothing revealing, but that should be very convincing. Our drone was leaving the White House area when a surface to air missile launched at it. The drone acted instinctively with its software and attempted to launch a return missile at the launch site. The drone wasn't equipped with a defensive missile, but had attempted to launch what it was programmed to have. No more missiles were launched at the drone while it made its way back to our airpark. The tech brought the drone back to the airpark and taxied it into the hangar Wes had designated for drones. Wes turned to me and said, "I hope Boeing comes back to the table, because I like those guys and know that we have what they want." Steve called and told Wes and me, "Send the videos directly to the General. I've just hung up from him and he knows where you've just sent your test drone. He knows the White House was compromised, but wasn't able to appropriately strike back. Send it to the Boeing CEO in Chicago at the same time so that he knows that we have perfected what we said we would. Tell them to go away if they call, and that our legal team will talk to them, and you'll be able to talk to them after they pay a fee large enough to choke Donny's steam engine." I felt bad, as the engineers who had been with us were good, but extremely prying and constantly wanting our proprietary code. We would have shared it with them, but they wouldn't sign a non-disclosure agreement. It was all complete and put to bed at the airpark shortly after 9 PM, and I know that I was hungry, so most of the others had to be equally hungry. When Wes came back into the operations office, I offered, "How about some steak out at Park Place?" One of the tech crew who had just put the drone to bed asked, "All of us?" I told them, "You betcha, everyone on this gig gets a steak tonight. What you have just accomplished should make some big ripples at the Defense Department. As I speak, a couple of very high ranking people are going to be trying to explain how the videos we just sent them could have been taken, and how their missile defense could have missed the drone. We know how, but they don't. Let's go get some steak." We were stuffing our faces with some great steak when Tiny and Henry showed up at the diner. Tiny said, "You boys haven't been disclosing what you've been up to, have you?" All of the men, including Wes, looked at me to answer, and I asked, "What are you talking about, Tiny? We worked late on a project, and I decided to treat the men to a steak." Henry was behind me and softly asked, "Your men won't disclose what they just did, will they?" I turned to Henry and pulled him down to whisper in his ear, "Not a chance. These are our men." Tiny used his cell phone to make a call. He handed it to me after speaking into it for a few seconds. It was Steve, saying, "You have, or should I say we have, really stirred up a hornet's nest. I think you've done a great job, but there will be some FBI and Secret Service folks coming by tomorrow. The surprising part is that Boeing is trying to distance themselves from us. If you haven't trashed the videos of your experiment yet, don't, but put them into a safe after you make some copies, as the agencies will want to see the originals. Good job, Sal, I can't wait to see the fallout from this one." I gave the phone back to Tiny when Steve hung up, and said, "I really did try to include Boeing on our test discovery. They knew it was coming up and didn't give us credit for being able to advance to the next step. Research is funny as success comes in very small increments. You would think the Boeing men would have realized that. They gave us less than five months and called us a failure. I'd like to see the expressions on their faces when they watch that video." Tiny said, "I doubt they will ever see most of that video, as they turned us away. Steve isn't very forgiving to those who doubt our ability to do what we set out to do. Finish your dinner and send your men home, Sal. Tomorrow will be another day, and if I miss my mark, Steve will be here to have coffee with you in the morning." I asked Wes what we did with the videos while we sat there. He answered, "I put them into the safe in my office. They should be secure with our security out there now. I'll run by and make a bunch of copies before going home." I had a Dewars on ice and talked with my ladies on the patio at home. Rita and Suki were getting to be very big and coming close to their time to bring newborns into the world. At breakfast the next morning, Jan and Chuck came to sit with me as I was enjoying a big Saturday morning breakfast, complete with the visual entertainment given by the women. Jan said, "A couple of agents are going to come to see you, Wes, and Steve in a few minutes. Steve is returning from Canada this morning, so he should be here soon. There will two or more Secret Service agents coming, as well. They will want to question you, and you should be candid and cooperate with them as much as you can. Chuck and I will stay with all of you, but we may not be of much help as the people coming are all from DC and may have a chip on their shoulders. When we talked, Steve told me what you did and that it was at his direction. Pretty gutsy, but also really impressive." Chuck asked me, "Can you gather all of the men that were involved with your project last night and have them meet out at the airpark? I think that they might recognize that we are not a bunch of amateurs playing games if they see our research and development area." I was able to contact everyone involved within the next hour, and had them all go out to Wes' office where Jan was having the arriving DC people meet us. Chuck argued with someone over how silly it was for the DC people to come into Tampa International in a chartered jet when they could come directly into the airpark. He lost the argument, but he was laughing as the chartered jet was going to drop the agents off, then takeoff and come to the airpark for some minor service. The charter was through CS&S. Wes and I went out to the airpark together. I bitched because I had a long day in the air scheduled as a follow-up to my instrument training. I wanted to become a little more proficient since my introduction to the small jets. I figured that if I was going to fly, I would learn to be one of the best. With Jeff, DeDe, Lisa, Chuck, John, and Steve as my instructors, I was planning on becoming an integral part of the air operation. Steve landed close to ten in the morning, ready to do battle with the Feds. He had been busy, as he had summoned Ben Phillips, who had brought a couple of high profile lawyers out to make sure we weren't pushed around. The DC contingent arrived in two rented Suburban's around ten thirty. It's amazing that the two agencies couldn't, or wouldn't, ride together. There were two FBI agents and four Secret Service agents. As soon as we brought them into Wes' office conference room, the Secret Service men began demanding to see the drone and its supported equipment, as they had orders to confiscate all of the equipment. Steve used his cell phone and called his military contact who conferenced in the Secretary of Defense. That apparently required him to add the Justice Department. Steve put his phone on speakerphone on the table and asked, "Mr. Secretary, can you repeat what you just told me?" Over the phone he said, "You men are not to confiscate anything except the original video taken last night. Let the men there make a copy so they may evaluate the flights, but that is all you will confiscate. You may question them about how and why they made the flights, but you will treat them with respect. This group has contributed a lot of technology and effort to our national security and war efforts. Your immediate superiors will be calling you to repeat what I have said. Tread softly, Men." Almost as soon as the call was terminated, cell phones of the two agencies began ringing. When they were through listening to whatever instructions that they were given, the Secret Service man who must have been in charge asked, "Can we at least see this drone that did what was supposed to have been done?" After the six men looked at the equipment, but were restricted from taking pictures of the area, we all went back to the conference room. Wes said, "Let's watch the video that has required your presence." We watched the silent video with Wes giving a narrative. The agents couldn't believe the drone made multiple passes over CENTCOM and SOUTHCOM. Wes fast-forwarded the video while the drone flew to St. Louis, and later to DC. There was laughter as the drone slowly flew through the Boeing complex and even captured a couple of people looking up and pointing at the intentionally slow flying drone. The agents gasped and the Secret Service men sat forward staring at the impossible when the White House came into the picture. When the video showed the avoidance of the SAM, the lead agent said, "The only reason they fired was that they could visually see the drone, but couldn't get a radar lock. Thank goodness the SAM went out into the Atlantic." When the presentation was complete, Wes gave the men his original and a couple of copies, but didn't disclose that his equipment had simultaneously produced four originals. The music sound and video men had created the technology for Wes, and helped to select the best equipment to use. When the DC people were ready to return, Steve asked them if they wanted to turn their cars in here and takeoff, or did they want to go back to TIA to go home. This confused them until Steve told them that CS&S was a primary charter contractor to the agencies and flew multiple charters for them almost daily. They made arrangements for their cars to be picked up and left from our airpark with an entirely different attitude. Most of the people went back to the patio, but I went to the charter office to find out if I could still get some time. DeDe said, "Go fly right seat on the charter back to DC. You can give the other pilot the rest of day off. You'll be a hero. I'll radio them so that you can be a part of the preflight." When I entered the aircraft, and the other pilot got off, the lead Secret Service man asked, "Am I safe with you flying me back, or are you going to give us the ride of our life?" "You're safe; I just wanted some more flight time. I had planned on doing some training today, so this will have to take its place. Besides, your pilot has been my primary instructor since my first lesson." As I slid into the cockpit's right seat, Jeff grinned and handed me the book. My Saturday would become a great training day. I tried to spend a lot of time with both of the pregnant women, and that required spending a lot of time with Rita's twins. They were excited to become big sisters, and Niki was excited for her mother to have her sister or brother. I was excited to have the two women who wanted to be mothers to our offspring snuggled up to me almost every night. The five women and I extensively, and almost continuously, discussed our housing situation, but they kept coming up with building a home next to Chuck's, with rooms for the older kids, as well as a communal room for all of us. The ladies felt that Chuck's ladies' solution of a small room for each of them was the way to go, and that each of the children should have their own private room. I couldn't afford that, so the big move was being put off. I was having coffee with Steve one morning, when Jenny came and sat next to me. She looked at Steve before speaking, "Sal wants us to be like you and Chuck, and have room for all of us to be together. He says he can't afford to build us a house like Chuck's, but he might be able to build a place like this for all of us. I have two kids who would need their own room. We have Niki, Donna, and Janet's son, in addition to Rita's twins. Considering how many kids and rooms you have, Steve, what would we need to do this?" Steve sat back in his chair and looked like he was thinking this through. He said, "You'll need a place about the size of what I have, but divided up differently. You'll also need rooms for Sal's sister, sister-in-law, and his folks when they visit. You should get some of Chuck's women to help you design what you want, and get Kathy to help you. I'd bet you come up with a solution, and talk to me if you have trouble financing a project you like." I looked at Jenny and she smiled at me as Gin came up and gave her mom a kiss, followed by giving Steve a kiss on the cheek, before she sat on my lap and gave me a toe curling kiss before she told me, "You know that I'm about ready; are you? Can you handle a find like me? Come on, Sal, are you ready to step up to someone special like me?" I was about to breakup into laughter, as this was really forward for Grenaline. She grinned real big and said to the others at the table, "I'm practicing for when I really do make a pitch for some of what my mom thinks is special." That had all of us at the table laughing. Jenny whispered in my ear, "I won't tease you like that. Let me talk to everyone and we'll discuss our special place later." Considering Suki's and Rita's size, we were going to have to decide on something soon. Niki was constantly telling me at work that her mom was going to burst any second, and that I needed to have a place for her. Rita's twins were also in my face about having a place for their mom to raise their new brother or sister. This was becoming more of a project than expected. Rita waddled up to me Saturday morning and said, "We are going to look at some designs for our new place. Let's drive over there now so we can decide on what we want." The five women, with all of their kids and me, went to the manufactured home site. The man was ready for us, as the women had been talking to him. As soon as I sat down with all of us at a big table, the man rolled out some plans as he said, "This is what I came up with after all of you women and the kids made their suggestions. Let's look at this plan." He pointed to one side and said, "This will be the master bedroom suite with the big closets and bathroom. This will handle the bed size you described, along with multiple cribs or bassinets, and has a decent sized nursery for the babies until they're about a year old." The man pointed at the other end of the plan, "On the far end of the plan are rooms for all of the older kids. Each child, including the twins, will have his/her own room, except that the twins will have an adjoining door. There will be a shared bathroom between every two rooms, so it should work out. "Now back to the master area. There will be five separate small rooms with closets and bathrooms so that each of the women can have her own private space. That should take care of that problem, and it is similar to what Chuck Johnson has in his house." The man pointed to the kitchen and living area before speaking, "You folks spend so much time on the patio that you won't need a lot of space for a living room. I've combined the family room and kitchen area into a single unit, and it should provide a general meeting area for you." The guy sat back in his chair, "All of this should be able to be done within a week or two max, so that you can move in. It can be near where you are now, or Steve has said he can put you guys on his other side and you can share his parking area." I didn't know what to say, so I didn't say anything. I checked the dimensions and realized it was not as big as Steve's, but close. This could be done instead of building a compound like Chuck's but it would be different. That's when I thought to ask, "What about my sister-in-law? She lives with me now. What do I do with her?" The man was relaxed as he said, "Leave her in your place for now, and it might be the right place for them when her husband comes home." I knew that wouldn't work because of the two kids, and if Mom and Dad would need a place if they came down, plus Carmela would be coming with her two kids and husband, so we might need more room. Suki began talking about my parents and sister with kids, so the man knew that I had some objections. He finally said, "I think I can do everything you're talking about if I use the same scale as Steve's. I'll get a plan together for you by tomorrow; then you can decide." Rita smiled at me and said, "I don't think Suki and I are going to be able to wait for a resolution to our housing much longer. You're about to have a couple of interlopers arrive." That brought nothing but smiles to my lips. I was going to be a dad. I was going to have two wives, or two women who were having my babies. I was stoked. All of my women stayed with me in my bed that night, and we vowed we would have a big bed, like Steve and Chuck had, built for us. The women were trying to figure out how to just join all of the trailers together, but that wouldn't work. We needed a central place, with separate rooms for the kids. The manufactured home representative showed us his newest proposal the next evening. Each area was designed to accommodate a specific group. Mom and Dad would have a place, while Cindy and her kids would have their own area. Each of the women's kids would have their own rooms, and each of the women would have their own privacy areas. The huge communal bedroom was easily going to be able to hold all of us. I liked the plan, and as I watched women's and children's faces, they liked it as well. I shook hands with the rep and sent him on his way. Our place was going to be between Steve's and the road between our street and the office and rec area. The prize money from the poker tournaments was more than enough to pay for the new home. It would also be enough to pay for all of the furnishings that would be needed. The new place would occupy three lots, but enough space was left between Steve's auto shelters and our space to put up an extension of his shelter for us. The ladies all had vehicles, I had my truck, and the only other vehicle at present was the shared old car between Jeff and Gin. Having all of these women and their children could become a problem, but they were amazing at how they worked with each other to arrange where vehicles would park, and how we could accommodate the many carts, both electric and gas. I went to the patio, while the manufactured homes people were arranging the new buildings, so I could stay out of their way. I figured that the women would be enough distraction without me hanging out. Steve was sitting at his usual table, going over some papers. As I drew a cup of coffee, Steve hollered, "Sit over here with me, Sal. I think I have something that will interest you." As I pulled a chair up, Steve leaned back and offered me one of the pieces of paper. "Check this out, Sal. Boeing is blowing us off by saying that the videos we sent them can't be real and we must have faked them in some way. What do you think, Sal, can we do something more spectacular than what we did? The DOD is all over us trying to get at what took the videos, but we keep referring them to Boeing, as it must be something that's not possible. The biggest problem was that one of number one's kids was playing with a new doll that she had just received that evening. Everyone knew the video was not only accurate, but also timely. White House security won't admit it fired a SAM at an elusive target, but you know how they were when they came to get the original videos." I offered, "Too bad one of the kids had to be the telltale authentication of the drone encroachment. It would have been even better if we could have a video of number one with his wife in their suite. We might have to work on that. They knew the drone was there as they fired on it, and it attempted to respond with its defenses, but it wasn't armed. I'm glad they didn't hit it, as it would have turned on them and flown directly into their position. It's programmed to self-destruct within its armaments." Steve was nodding in understanding, as he said, "We might have to disable that function if we do another scan on the White House." Steve pushed another sheet of paper toward me, as he said, "Lockheed-Martin wants another shot at what we have, but still insists on owning the software. What do you think? Should we blow them off again, or do some talking to see if we can get closer to an agreement?" I had to think about this one. "Steve, they were very evasive as to how much we would have to divulge. They became difficult to talk to every time that I said we would only share with them. I think we have to stand our ground, and only when they are willing to deal with us on our terms should we begin to share with them. Our elusive or vanishing drone is probably more important to our war effort than anything either one of them has up their sleeve. "We did get a little ahead of ourselves and penetrated a couple of defended positions that should be impenetrable. We're probably going to have to temper our experiments." Steve said, "The kicker is that they know we must be on the edge of the same technology for our aircraft. You know that we are already there, but Donny and Gerry don't want to release what they have either. The fighter bomber Wes is working on right now has the new composite, and using your program and their technology, we have an aircraft that is going to scare the shit out of our competitors. When this one is ready for a test, we're going to attempt to land it on the White House lawn. If that doesn't give them heartburn, nothing will." "Don't do that, Steve. The FBI and Secret Service will be all over you. They might have just cause to take your company over." "It shouldn't be a problem, Sal. I'll tell them well in advance about what we are going to do so that they are prepared and watching for us. If my thinking is correct, I will land on the lawn and be invited to dinner. I'll take off from there and disappear afterward. What do you think of that plan?" "That's dangerous, like living on the edge. If you decide for us to do this, Steve, make sure they know we're coming or otherwise, S&S could be in some serious trouble." Steve was smiling as he said, "Don't worry, Sal, I'll have permissions all up and down the chain before we do another buzz into that space. We've proven our point, so now on to bigger and better projects." I had been thinking about something, and asked Steve, "I've been testing the composites for friction and believe we might be close to having a surface that won't melt upon re-entry into our atmosphere. I think we should be directing some of our assets toward building a vehicle similar to the shuttle that can go to and come back from the space station. If we can get an aircraft high enough and past the stratosphere, through the troposphere, and into the mesosphere, we could test each area of re-entry to see how the composite withstands heat. The problem is going to be the enormous amount of expense a project like that will take. It's possible that we'll fail re-entry from the troposphere. If that happened, then we know we have more to do. Given Gerry's abilities and knowledge of ceramics, I think we should work toward something in that area." "Wow," Steve exclaimed, "That would be something right out of comic books, wouldn't it? Let's get everyone together to see what it would take to begin testing something like that. If a fairly conventional aircraft could begin skipping in and out of the upper levels, we might have a real space vehicle." Steve was actually excited, "I'll get everyone together to talk about it today. That is a great idea, Sal. I hope you have hit on something." I checked on the new place around six, and found that it was all put together. Some decorations were being put up, but the furniture wouldn't be delivered until tomorrow. I brought the women back to the patio for supper so that they could rest a little. They could devote their time to our new home tomorrow. Since they really looked like they were ready, watching the two mothers to be made me want to push to get into the new place. Their time would be soon. Primary Editing by Pepere Proofing and Continuity by Sagacious Helicopter and Legal Eagle Guru, Rotorhead Last one through - Deenara2000 ------- Chapter 20 That Saturday after breakfast, all of the families that made up my new household began moving into our new home. All of the kids had their own room plus they had a common area with a TV and couches similar to a day room so they could get together to hash out things. Each of the women loved the idea of their own private closet and bathroom area. Similar to Chuck's house, each woman's area had a small bed so they could nap when they needed some alone time. Cindy was funny as she didn't expect to have been assigned a special area that included rooms for her kids plus there was a similar space for Carmila and her kids when they wanted to visit. A nice room was there for Mom and Dad so everyone was taken care of. Chuck's Brandy made sure each of my women had a part in having the special extra large bed constructed. This would be the first time we would all fit in one bed comfortably and there was room for bassinets next to the beds for our new mothers. The area between my new place and Steve's was a long covered parking area that contained a variety of cars and carts. It was funny to watch how each of the children maneuvered around in order to gain an area for easy exit. There were too many cars, trucks, and carts for all of the vehicles to be able to get out easily. I'm sure we would learn to park for easy entrance and egress very quickly. I was having coffee on the patio when Steve came running in, "Sal, come with us to the air park. We have an aircraft down and need to look for it." That is the scariest part of flying. If you went down and didn't have time to transmit co-ordinates, it could take hours to find you. I was given an old trainer, a Cessna one fifty and a designated area to look at. Niki had been at the patio when I left and ran to be with me. She would be the observer as I criss-crossed the area we needed to search. The little aircraft was perfect for searching surface area as we could fly slowly enough an observer could visually inspect each area below us. Just as we were circling to come back to crossing our area once again, Niki hollered, "There they are. Someone is waving at us." I could see the 172 in the trees and called in to give the co-ordinates. Niki was reading the numbers on the aircraft and said, "That's another aircraft. That isn't who we're looking for." I called back in and gave the numbers of the downed aircraft to find out that it was an aircraft that had been lost by an Orlando flying school. This was apparently way out of the flight path they had intended to be in. We circled, as there was no place where nearby where we could land to offer assistance. We soon saw emergency vehicles approaching and I was able to direct them to where the aircraft's locationwas. Niki and I went back to searching our assigned area, but this time Niki felt as if she could find anything if it were there. We didn't find anything, but after close to another half-hour, our plane was found with both student and instructor out of the aircraft and okay. I told Niki, "You know running out of gas in an aircraft works the same as in a car don't you?" Niki was alarmed and looked at me, "You mean we're running out of gas?" "No, Niki, we have plenty but it would be a good ruse to get you alone somewhere." "No need, Sal. Just give me a time and place and we'll do the deed. But don't expect once to be enough. I'll want it again and again and again. Can you handle it?" We both broke up laughing on our way back to the airpark. After landing we refueled the trainer and pushed it into the hanger. Several other teams were doing the same and helped each other to maneuver the aircraft into positions to get them back out easily. As we walked toward the charter office, Steve was waving at us, "Hey, Sal, I've already heard from the Orlando school and their folks are okay. Their radio was dead and their cell phones couldn't get a connection. They had declared an emergency, given a general position and disappeared. Good job, you two. You saved their bacon." Back on the patio, Niki was able to relate how she saw the aircraft within the trees. As the night progressed, the story became more embellished as Niki reveled in the attention. She finally said, "That's what we were supposed to be doing and I was lucky to have seen the aircraft. If it hadn't have been for Sal flying so slow over the area, I would never have seen it." The day did turn out good, as the CS&S plane didn't suffer any major damage and everyone from both aircraft were fine. In bed that night, Suki kept complaining that she wasn't comfortable and the baby was really low but kicking the shit out of her. When she sat up and said, "Okay, now that was a real one. A contraction and it was a big one. Come on, take me to the hospital."' Everyone in the big communal bed wasere up and dressed in seconds. I carried the diminutive Suki to the Expedition and loaded her in the middle seat with Jenny and Marilyn. Rita sat up front with me and was smiling while holding her belly. She kept telling me to hurry to get Suki to the hospital. Someone must have alerted the rest of the patio group, as by the time we reached the hospital, cars were pulling into the parking lot as if it were a parade. The attendants took Suki but Rita stopped them and said, "I think I'm about to have mine too. Could you help me inside?" Oh, fuck. This couldn't be happening. Not both at once. Someone else parked our Expedition as I was stumbling behind the two women being wheeled into the birthing rooms. A lady in nurses' garb stopped me as I followed the women and told me, "You need to scrub and get a gown. Follow me and I'll take care of you." There was a problem; I didn't know which room to go to. I looked in on Suki and the nurse shook her head telling me it wasn't time yet. I went into Rita's room and held her hand as she pulled my head down to kiss me. She moaned as she pushed as instructed and right there in front of all of us, my son was born. When I told Rita we had a son, she had tears in her eyes and said, "I only hope he is half the man his father is." I was so choked up with the birth of my first born that I didn't recognize the tugging on my arm. A young orderly said, "Doctor Feeny, you need to come into the other birthing room." It was difficult to leave Rita and our new son but I followed the orderly into the other birthing room and went up to Suki's head. She pulled me down for a kiss and said, "I'm going to give you a son. I've already heard Rita gave you one but mine will be special too." I hugged Suki and told her, "If you have another girl as beautiful as Niki, I will be as proud." No need. Suki gave birth to a six pound eight ounce boy who was super active from his first breath. I took the news to the waiting room and told every one of my two sons. When I was asked what their names were, I didn't have an answer. I told them that I would tell them as soon as the names were chosen. It took a while before it was time to take the women and newborns to their room. I was out in the waiting room area when Steve and Chuck came to me, Steve said, "You are now just exactly the same as Chuck and me. When our babies come, they come in bunches. Enjoy them, Sal, and I know you will be a good dad." When I was finally able to join the two mothers, they were proudly displaying their new sons suckling on their breasts. There is something about watching a new mother nursing her baby that gives your heart a tug. A new dad wonders if he is deserving of the baby or the mother. I know I did and it was magnified or multiplied by the power of two. A nurse finally convinced me to leave the mothers and babies for the night and go home. I was lost; I didn't know what to do. I felt as if I should be right there but my family convinced me to go home. We all lay in the big new bed as I said, "This is really more than a guy should be expected to handle in one night. I don't even know what Suki and Rita wanted to name the babies." There were giggles all around, but I thought it was more that they sympathized with me than they knew the names. My sister in law woke me and told me that I needed to pick up Mom, Dad, Carmie, and her kids at the airpark. I was in too much of a fog to think of how they had found a flight into Tampa on the spur of moment. Within minutes I was showered and dressed heading toward the airpark accompanied by Jenny who seemed to always be right next to me when I was stressed. We watched as a Lear touched down and taxied to the charter office. Mom and Dad nearly leaped off the aircraft. Carmie and her husband came next, with their two kids looking out the door to make sure there wasn't some strange boogey man that was going to get them, considering the way their parents and grand parents were acting. As we traveled home, they all asked about the babies. How much did they weigh? How long they were. What were their names? I gave all of the information I could but told them I didn't think the names had been chosen yet. It was Mom that laughed the loudest. She said, "You can bet the names have been chosen for months and months." The patio was just coming alive with the week end women wearing their less than nothing apparel. Dad loved it and my brother-in-law was almost apoplectic. He fixated on Sue's bountiful chest with his eyes locked on them until Carmie punched him very hard. When it became after eight thirty, it was agreed that I could go see my new sons and their mothers. The hospital was good to let us go into the rooms to see Suki and Rita as a group. They were both nursing when we went in. That gave me the most gentle heart tug a man could ever have. Each boy was in his mother's arms, snuggled to her breast, While I looked back and forth between the two boys I asked, "What have you decided to name them?" At the exact same moment both said, "Sal". I looked up quickly and heard Rita say, "My Sal was first so he's going to be Deuce." Suki giggled as she nursed our son and said, "My Sal will be Trey." Between the two women, they were giggling with each other and I swear the two infants were giggling with their mothers. I asked, "Are you sure? You know they can have any name you want and not just name them after me." Suki said, "The only man to name my son after has to be you Sal. The same for Rita, she was first so her's is Deuce and mine is Trey." From the corner of my eye, I saw Niki leave the room and run down the hall to the waiting room. There were constant visitors until the doctor came to inspect the moms and another came to check the babies. We were given instructions and appointments for checkups. I asked a nurse to write everything down for me as I told her I wasn't good remembering instructions. She smiled, "Doctor Feeny, most men aren't good at remembering instructions so they are all down in writing and with one of the other women." Mom and Dad were in nirvana. Their youngest now had two sons to show off so they were in hog heaven with the realization of being grandparents to two more critters. We were back on the patio when Steve hollered, "Okay, everyone. Cindy, Mr. and Mrs. Feeny, you have to be right up front. Kathy, get next to Cindy. Our kids are calling." The first thing I saw on the big screen was Val and Steve's kid, JJ. They were in front of a group of men assembled as if at an assembly. Val said to us, "I'm glad to see my entire family along with all of JJ's. We have something special to report to all of you." You could tell the man was hesitant but continued anyway. "Yesterday evening, we were traveling down a road on the way back here when we were hit by four IED's on four of our vehicles. I have to tell you that I was thinking that we were all toast but when the dust cleared, all of the vehicles appeared to be okay. "One of the trucks had a blown tire but that was it. Four trucks were hit by IED's and the only vehicle casualty was a blown tire. We have a few hearing problems and a couple of broken bones from the shock but whoever created these trucks please accept our thanks as well as those from every man behind us. We are all alive because of what you sent us." Jake stepped forward and said, "I've been telling everyone who would listen to me as to how great your vehicles were but now you've proven their worth. Mom, Dad, everyone, there are twenty men who are alive because of what you sent. Thank you Steve, Dad; I know you wanted us to have these and they did what they were supposed to do." I watched as Val acted the leader and called all of the men to attention. He looked back at the men then turned to the camera, made a hand motion and all of the men hollered, "Semper Fi". The screen went blank. I can assure you there wasn't a dry eye in the place. I turned to Steve and hugged him. "Thank you Steve. Thank you for taking care of all of them." He smiled at me and said, "JJ is as important as your Val. Every man and woman over there is important. I'm proud we were able to help them." Cindy came up to me and said, "Val sent me an email that said he was about to be rotated. If he only has a month or so, can we stay here? I want him to be here with you when he comes back. If we're lucky, perhaps we will just stay here from now on." Mom and Dad came to me and Dad told me, "Son, this place is the perfect place for you to be in order to help your brother. I know you're not a part of the truck that saved them but you are a part of the total defense group. I'm proud of you son. I'm glad you're doing what you can right here." Wow, my dad told me he was proud of what I had been doing. Actually, I was proud too but there was a long way to go before I would be a contributor. As everyone was enjoying the gathering and talking about the short video conference we had, Steve told me, "How about skipping your flight stuff today and having a pow-wow with me, Wes, Dennis, Donny, Gerry, and Jeff. You and I never were able to finish a conversation that we started." "Okay, Steve. In that case I'm going to have one of Tiny's great Bloody Marys. I haven't had one in months and months because I'm always flying on the weekends." We all gathered at a table on the other side of the bar from the general mass of people. Steve began, "A few days ago Sal told me he thought he had detected some unusual characteristics of the composite that is being used on the new stealth aircraft and drone. Tell everyone what you found Sal." I began my story, "The results on the friction tests indicated the skin was not heating from the air friction. As you know an aircraft skin will heat up when subjected to very high speeds. I've been trying to compare results of speeds in excess of mach three on up through mach four. I'm sure my analysis is correct and there is no appreciable temperature increase so it makes me think we might be able to create a vehicle capable of re-entry into the Earth's atmosphere." After a pause I advised, "When one of our vehicles re-enters the Earths atmospheres, that's when everything becomes critical. We have to slow down the re-entry by retro-rockets or some other means. All of that will increase the heat and what will be needed for heat dissipation in order to get the aircraft back to earth without cooking the inhabitants. There is a lot of work to do but we have the basics to work with." There were several coughs and throat clearings as the thought of what I was talking about was absorbed. I suggested, "What would it take to build an unmanned aircraft that we could use to skip in and out of the atmosphere to further test the friction data? We would then want to send the aircraft into space and re-enter to see if it held together. If we are able to gain the test information, inside and outside the space vehicle, the U.S.A. could get back into space with a reusable product." Donny exclaimed, "We could keep building aircraft that were bigger and bigger until we had one the size of the shuttle or even larger. If we were able to use a combination of turbine and rocket power to get into space with rocket power to maneuver up there and to position us for re-entry, our aircraft could re-enter anywhere and fly home. Now that is exciting." Wes suggested, "I can put a drone up that would be about a third the size of a small jet for us to use for testing. I'm sure I can install rocket power to maneuver in space and to use as retro-rockets. We can get plenty of equipment for testing inside with the telemetry to give us the data even if the aircraft fries." Jeff and Gerry were smiling. Jeff said, "You see, Gerry, you were afraid that we were paying too much attention to friction, and now it has another prospective use." Wes told everyone, "There is an aircraft that exceeded mach three and flew up over a hundred kilometers called Space Ship One. That aircraft was rocket powered as we all agree would be necessary to get into orbital flight. Everything that other aircraft have done has been sub-orbital so we'll be setting our sights higher from the beginning. Huh. Something just occurred to me. We should look into using ramjets with a big scoop that could gather air while the aircraft is skipping along the upper surface of the atmosphere, then use that air to power a braking blast. Once the air was exhausted, it could repeat the process. If we don't have to carry liquid oxygen into space to use for braking rockets we can save three-fourths of the propellant weight. Otherwise, we'll have to carry too much weight into space to be practical. That's what has killed the efficiency of all the other reusable space vehicles. The only alternative is to use friction braking to scrub off orbital energy, and that would waste the advantage of the low friction composite we're trying to take advantage of. And we could use a pellet feed solid fuel rocket for orbital boost and maneuvering, so that we don't have to use liquid oxygen even to get into orbit. The trouble with other solid fuel rockets is that you either have a lot of thrust or none, but an injected pellet design could resolve that with a low weight penalty! And wow, if we have a genuinely low friction aircraft, by scaling it up to airliner size and accelerating it to hyper-sonic speed with ramjets, we could skip it around the earth like a stone, New York to London in less than an hour on just the fuel for initial acceleration and then approach and landing." Steve instructed us, "Okay, let's get the drone in the air for this experiment and see how high we can take it. If we can't get high enough with turbines, we'll have to use rockets of some sort using the solid fuel we just discussed. I suppose Sal will have to research some rockets to use. We can always contact NASA but so far, S&S and the feds have not been able to become buddies. Let's see how far we can get on our own and go from there. I do want to treat this as a hobby project and not take away from our work on the military aircraft and drones. It looks like Boeing is coming back to us with their hat in hand to discuss how they can have our drone. It is the same game. If they agree to our terms, we'll go all out for them." Dennis was sitting back in his chair looking around. He leaned over to me and said, "You guys around this table make me feel like a shirker. Each of you exceeds my knowledge by so much, I feel inadequate often to just sit or work with you." "You know, Dennis," I said to him. "You do a lot more than you think. You keep hundreds of small projects going and supervise the continuation of most if not all of every major project we undertake. I've watched how every person in your group depends on you and constantly seeks your counsel. Never fear Dennis, you are an extremely important cog in the gears that make this place work." I spoke up to everyone, "Before we go, I need some direction and probably some help. While I have been assembling data on weapons, I have amassed a sizeable amount of information about lasers. I've been comparing them and expanding the information available until I may have a weapon that will be able to fire near continuously if we can produce the energy. According to my limited research, I've found ways to reduce the energy requirements to an extremely low level but still maintain a long-range strike. Second, the way the computer analyzes what I have come up with, the actual firing shouldn't heat up the weapon core. Well, actually, that's why the energy requirements are so low. The process is so efficient that almost all the energy goes into the beam instead of waste heat." Steve asked, "What do you mean by long range?" Wes asked, "What kind of strike?" I continued in order to answer their questions, "The weapon will be able to have a wide beam that can be narrowed down to a couple of millimeters wide, according to the data I've been able to develop. A narrow beam should be able to travel about thirty-thousand meters." Wes gasped, "That's like twenty miles." "I'm not sure of the intensity and killing power at that distance but according to the data, it should be almost as strong as it would be at half that distance. For close in at five miles or less a broad spectrum or beam that could be as wide as say a football field would have the destructive power of several rockets. A pilot wouldn't have to be that accurate and wouldn't have to have a radar lock ono a target. And here's something else: We've been talking about a reentry vehicle. As a suborbital vehicle with very low friction you could bounce around the earth with very little fuel. Once you start reentry, though, even with low friction the air passing over the skin of the vehicle generates a huge static charge. Instead of bleeding this off slowly, if we still have that static charge on when we fire the laser, the beam will create a path of ionized gas where it passes, and this will serve as a conductor to direct that static charge to the laser target as a highly directional lightning bolt for a follow-up kick. The down-side is that you wouldn't want to fire the laser at a thunderstorm..." Wes turned to Steve, "Ah Steve, this may be more important thant the drone or anything else we're working on. If we can duplicate the laser Sal has within his data, something like that could be put into a drone and selectively destroy targets at will without worry about running out of weapons. There should be a lot less collateral damage as well." Steve was shaking his head, "Okay, all of you. What you just heard has to be on our top-secret list, with no discussions outside our group. Sal, see if you can put together what it would take to build this laser." I told the group, "I already have it. We should be able to build a working model that will fit within less than a cubic foot right now. We might have to learn how to trigger and aim it but I have some of that information from several places." Steve said, "Get the info to Dennis. Wes, if you work on this besides putting it into a drone, work on it at the R&D center. If Boeing comes on board, don't discuss it with them. We'll market this separately. I want to test it with our new military stealth fighter first." Everyone got up but Steve motioned for me to stay. He said, "Good work Sal. Have you been putting in too many late hours? Seems as if you have come up with several new ideas in a very short while." I shook my head, "Actually I feel as if I'm slacking Steve. Because I'm reviewing so many various weapons at the same time, I'm able to find the best components of each and put them together for possibly the ultimate weapon. I'm dying to fire the laser at something substantial to see what it will do." "Let Dennis and his group build it and we'll get some range time. It's almost time for a test flight and test firing for Wes' fighter-bomber. If we can score with the drone and new aircraft, we should be in high demand for just about anything we create. Good job and remember, don't work too many hours so you stay fresh and see these opportunities." My tall Bloody Mary ruined any flying I might do today so I looked around for family. The mothers were in Steve's house while the other three women were home doing some cleaning and decorating. Cindy and Carmie were about to head out with Mom and some of Steve's women for some shopping. Dad and my brother-in-law had gone fishing with Tiny and Henry, so I went home to use the computer in our small office that I insisted on having. While checking my personal email, a note from Val appeared. It read, "Hey, Sal, My timetable for rotation will be Monday. I should reach Germany and then Andrews about noon on Tuesday. See if you can get me a commercial flight into Tampa. I want to surprise Cindy and the kids. Leave her needy for a couple of days so she can handle me. I'm going to really enjoy my wife." I wrote back, "Can you be more specific about your arrival at Andrews? It is important." I was sitting back in my chair when I received a reply email. "Should be between noon and one PM. I'll sleep on the plane coming home. Oh yeah, tell JJ's family he's on his way too." That's all I needed. I printed out the emails and headed next door. I asked where Steve was and Mercy pointed out the back door. "He's playing with one of his motorcycles. Go back to his shop." Steve was leaning back on his workbench gazing at the beautiful motorcycle in front of him. "Hey, Steve, I need you to read a couple of emails and then ask you for a favor." Steve reached out for the papers and read the first one. Next he read my first reply followed by Val's. He looked up and said, "If the favor you were going to ask was to go get your brother, you'll have to fight off the world to keep from going for him at Andrews. We'll go pick him up. I think we might have to take a big aircraft as there are going to be a lot of people who will want to greet those two. Let's close this up and see." "Ah, Steve, Val wants to surprise Cindy. How can I do that if we tell her?." Steve was thoughtful for a few seconds before saying, "I think I'll announce a trip to the Smithsonian and make sure your family comes along. We'll take a half passenger, half luxury 737." Steve called the Charter service to make sure he could get a 737 configured the way he wanted. He told the Charter office that he would take care of pilots so they didn't have to take from the pool. We went to the patio and over the next couple of hours it was pretty much put together that we would be going to Washington DC on Tuesday. None of the folks thought too much about the late take off time and that we weren't staying over night. When Cindy, Carmie, and Mom got home, I told them about the DC trip and they were excited to go too. So far so good. Steve said, "All of the kids will be going so we need the passenger section. I want to have some of the luxury area so JJ and Val can ride in style after being bumped around in a cargo aircraft to get here. I think Kathy knows something is up because I insisted on her coming. She won't let the cat out of the bag so it should still be a surprise to Cindy, your sister, and mom." I was able to do some flying Sunday, and Monday was horrible having to wait, as I was excited to have Val back safely. After nearly five years of having bad dreams of him being reported lost or injured he was going to be home for more than a couple of days. Hopefully, he would stay this time. It wasn't up to me to say anything, and Cindy was the perfect Marine's wife, as she wouldn't interfere with his decisions. She always says that if her man wants to defend the country for his family, she had to agree. Tuesday morning, the excitement level was way up there. After breakfast, all those going loaded onto a bus and were taken to the airpark. Steve directed everyone where he wanted them to sit. All of the kids were to be in the passenger area as they could yak, yell, and be near each other there. A few women stayed with them back there but could traverse into the luxury area easily. Upon entering the aircraft Steve told me, "You're co-pilot today. You have gone to the training school we had so it's time for you to really get your feet wet. Let's get this baby in the air." This became an almost leg wetting experience. Steve had worked with me in the King Air and had given me my first check ride in a Cessna Jet. But a huge commercial jet like this was really out of my spectrum. Steve told me, "You have the hours, so now you have to learn to fly the big stuff. You, Sal, have gone to every school we've put on during the time you've been here and attended the ground school as well as simulator training for this bird. You're now rated on every aircraft we have, but I don't think you've flown the biplane yet. You'll love that thing if you ever go up. When you do, take one of Wes's experimentals as they are rated for aerobatics. You'll have a blast doing some fancy flying." I couldn't think of bi-planes when I was attempting to focus on each detail of the pre-flight and ignition of a 737 carrying my family. I knew what to do from the school and hours and hours of simulator training, and knew what Steve should do at each stage, but I was still nervous that I would do it exact. I had an airplane load of humans back there that depended on me to do everything perfect. When the checklists were put away and we were pulling onto the runway, Steve said, "Do it, take us off." Oh shit. I pushed the throttles forward feeling the super powerful engines push us down the runway. As the ground speed became apparently high enough with the lightness of the aircraft, we rotated climbing at a reasonable angle. I called in to change course within our climb out to head northeast. When I had gone through all of the gauges and switches Steve told me, "Good job. Textbook take-off and you performed all of the appropriate functions, even calling for me to do what a co-pilot is supposed to do. Good job, Sal. I'll make sure the office knows you can take a flight in case we come up short a jockey for one of these birds." Landing at Andrews is easy but you know you are being scrutinized by dozens of security people. After parking in a zone requested by Steve, he made sure that everyone knew we were going to remain on the aircraft for a few minutes. Steve had me help getting the air-stair down, ready for all of our people to get to the ground. We were watching to make sure we were near where a group of people were assembled to welcome men home from abroad. Steve told me, "Herd them out here and we'll get them over to where those others are gathered. The cat will be out of the bag then." When the group was on the ground and were told we were joining the other people assembled, the kids took off running across the tarmac with the adults following at a brisk pace. Cindy was holding on to my arm and said, "Oh Sal, is it real? Is Val coming? I'm so nervous, I can't stand the wait." The big aircraft landed and taxied up to near the waiting group. A military band was playing as a stairway was pushed up to the aircraft. While that was happening, a rear hatch lowered and men began coming off the aircraft that way too. I saw Val come from the front door and come down the stairway with his duffel. A couple of men later, JJ came from the door and came down the stairs. Val waited for JJ and the two men came toward the mass of anxious humanity waiting for them. Val's kids couldn't wait and ran to him. Bonita ran to JJ and hugged him. He picked her up and carried her back to our group. Val had to give Cindy her first hug while holding his two kids in his arms. It took several minutes before everyone had their hugs and welcome home kisses delivered. Val announced, "I don't have anything to do here so let's get out of here. Come on, Sal, you're supposed to have my way to get home, or to Florida, with you." Dad told Val, "You're not going to believe what's coming. Just watch." We loaded everyone onto the aircraft and made sure the kids were strapped in. Val's kids were up front in the luxury area along with the other adults. When everyone was seated and belted, Steve and I pulled the stairway up. When I had the door closed, Steve motioned me toward the left seat and told me, "You do it. I'll read, you do." I was confident now and was able to prepare the aircraft, spool up, and take off. As soon as I was off the ground and at altitude, Val came up and said, "You can really fly this thing? Damn bro, it seems like you only began taking lessons a year ago. How much have you been flying?" Steve told Val, "Your brother has worked hard to get the hours but has a ways to go yet. It will be some time before he has all of the hours needed to command an aircraft like this. Be proud of him, though, as he has learned this in order to be better at what he is best at." Back home on the patio, there must have been some kind of moratorium on work for the day as the patio was filled with people ready to welcome JJ and Val. Cindy spent a minute with the kids then left with Val in her cart. My old place had been prepared for them in case they wanted to stay for a while. It was figured that the back bedroom could be for Val and Cindy and the front bedroom could have two twin beds put in for the kids. For the moment, the kids would stay at our big place and let their folks get re-acquainted. The evening's party was really good. Steve's family was having a great time welcoming JJ home. He advised everyone that he was being sent to Parris Island to become head of a training group. His family was hoping JJ had seen his last combat for a long, long while. Val was evasive when asked what his plans were. When he came to me the next morning after his big welcome home party he said, "JJ says that there is a man who is special with the U.S. Marshal service here. He told me that I should talk to him if I thought I might like a life in law enforcement. Do you know who he means?" I said, "That would be Chuck Johnson. He isn't here yet this morning but will be any minute. I'll get him to talk to you. The man is really easy to talk to, and for everything I know of him, a great guy. You should probably get Bonita to introduce you." Val said, "No, that's okay, you do it for me. Little Nita might screw up the intro and I want this to go right." I guess Val doesn't know the extent Chuck and Bonita are involved. When Chuck showed up, I waited until he had coffee then led Val to him. "Chuck, you probably met Val last night, but he wants to talk to you about the Marshal Service. If you can, convince him to stay here with us." Chuck shook hands with Val and they sat at a table to talk. I moved off to join my family for breakfast. The little ones were not much effort right now as they were put into bassinets to sleep between feedings and only stayed awake a little while to play. I had been taught how to change diapers and had the terrible opportunity to discover horribly full ones, especially the events my ladies called "panty explosions", where the diaper wasn't quite adequate to the occasion. Really disgusting. My sons were growing rapidly and seemed to be in good health. I had thought Deuce would be the larger of the two but Trey was actually bigger and seemed to be growing at an almost alarming rate. It was hard to believe Suki could have a bigger baby than Rita. After breakfast, I noticed that Lisa had joined Chuck talking to Val and when I looked around again, they were gone. Cindy came to me and said, "I think he's staying. He went to Tampa to take some tests. I hope he finds a job fast, as he doesn't have a lot of experience doing anything but being a soldier. I assured her, "Don't worry Cindy. I'm making outlandish money and you guys can hang out here or back in Texas for as long as it takes. I don't spend my money on much and I have a pile of roommates to help with the bills so you guys are fine." Dad had been spending his days out at the S&S complex working on the old Pullman cars. An ancient dining car had been added, and it was being rebuilt from the bottom up to make sure it could provide food for the future passengers. Mom was spending her time with the other women teaching Italian to the kids and was very proficient with Latin so was able to lead those lessons. My work was multiplying as I kept finding new weapons systems that were experimental but had application to what we were doing. I spent as much time attempting to develop counter measures as I did analyzing. I wanted the information as to what the weapon was and how it worked but I also wanted to find out its weaknesses and how to defend against it. I was sitting in my office when Steve walked in and motioned, "Come with me. A helicopter is here to take us out to the range. We're going to watch our stealth fighter-bomber in action. This is closed course, so the only military observers are going to be a couple of DOD folks who won't know what they are watching. There will be a Boeing rep that we had to almost beg to come and a Grumman rep that will probably be more like a spy than engineer. I want them to see what we have." Out at the range, there was enough radar equipment set up to track just about everything in the U.S. all at once. We set up and waited as first we watched one of our drones fly by and Wes was pointing at the scopes while saying, "You can't see that sucker on the radar. Watch what happens when we launch a SAM at it." A missile fired from a bunker a half mile from us and the drone did some kind of spin and fired some kind of a rocket at the launch site, making a direct hit. That was amazing but exactly what the drone was designed to do. Next was a fly by of a Lear jet so the folks on the ground could see the radar picking up the target. Next was the Lear flying by again with Wes' creation flying about thousand feet over it and then returning with the two having swapped places. The Lear showed on the scope but the special aircraft was invisible on every type of radar available. That's when Steve told me, "Watch this. This is what you found, Sal." An old car moved across the range at about thirty miles an hour. The drone came flying over and there was a hiss in the air followed by a "WHOMP". There was nothing that the eye could see but the car exploded. There was no rocket, no rounds firing, nothing, but the car exploded. I heard the Boeing rep say, "Holy shit! What was that?" The next demonstration or test was a large radio controlled jet aircraft went across in front of us on the range and was shown brightly on all of the radar screens. The next pass by the unmanned aircraft, our new aircraft flew in behind the other aircraft and from at least five miles away, we heard the "WHOMP" again but this time the unmanned aircraft exploded in mid-air. There was no rocket or sound of guns but there was the loud noise that preceded the aircraft exploding. I could hear the two major military contractor men trying to discuss what they had just witnessed. Wes turned to the audience telling us, "Next is a long distance weapons test. Our aircraft will turn on its transponder so you can see where it is when it fires. The target is that building out at the one-mile marker. Please watch the building when we tell you. Our goal is to be accurate while firing from distances as far as twenty miles, over 30,000 meters or 30 kilometers." I heard the Grumman guy say, "Good luck on that one." The range of the scopes was set at twenty-five miles and our aircraft came into view registering over mach one. Steve hollered, "Pay attention to the building." All of a sudden the building disintegrated from our sight and a few seconds later the jet rocketed by blasting us with the noise of the sound barrier being broken. The DOD rep asked, "How do we know you actually fired something and didn't just blow up that building?" Wes said, "Easy, all of the targets were set up and operated by the range. Your folks operate the range. We feel we've had a successful test flight and armament test. Thanks for coming to watch it with us." Steve herded everyone back on the helicopter and we were delivered back to the park area next to Quality Wear. When we watched the helicopter leave, both the Grumman and Boeing rep wanted to have a sit down. Steve told them, "Let's make an appointment but when you come, bring your legal people as we're going to be dealing with this one last time. The aircraft isn't ready to sell yet but we will work with you on our new drone and the weapons." Steve hauled me back to my research area and stopped. "Good job Sal. That laser is even more than you forecast. I think we're going to be very well off around here when these deals get done." The next day I was asked to sit in on the meetings with Boeing. The original engineer we worked with was the spokesman and wasn't in a really good mood. Steve gave the engineer a sheet of instructions as to how we would deal. He told the engineer, "Before you read this, keep in mind your R&D people and Legal staff have all read this and agree with it. Now read it and see if we should continue." As the guy read the paper with how we were willing to work, he became crimson. He said, "My company agreed to this and sent me here to negotiate with you? I don't think so." Steve reached to the middle of the table and hit a speed dial number on one of those spider looking conference speakerphones. After being transferred around a voice answered, "So Steve, are you finally going to deal with us? Your terms suck but I can see your point, especially after we blew you off a couple of times. We'll let you create the skins and do a build out afterward. You know you could just about do this by yourself, so why don't you want to do it?" "Easy, Tom, we have enough contracts with the various branches of the military right now and don't need any more. I'd rather you guys get the glory and let us design these for you and supply the skins." "Go ahead and work with our man, Steve, but let us make a profit on the drone. If our man can, he says we should make a deal on your new weapon. Talk to him about it but can you send me a video of your tests?" "Give us your secure email server and we'll send you a copy of the test video. Keep these under a secret cover, or perhaps higher, for right now. You're doing the right thing to share this with Grumman. One of you can't build these fast enough, so if you are both building them, everyone is making money even at our pre-determined prices." The man said, "Steve, how are you going to recover all of your R&D on this?. The bid had a lot of cost overrun language in it and allowed for R&D. Don't you want any of that?" Steve was smiling, "You know how we operate Tom. We make something right and sell it. If it isn't perfect, it doesn't go out our door. Just try to follow our lead. Be successful, Tom, our guys in the service are depending on you." The engineer and the four legal men didn't take long to come up with an equitable price for what they were going to pay us as a license fee for each drone produced. They committed for an even thousand with the option of another thousand unless something better was available. We couldn't come to an agreement on the laser yet but we were not that far away. The engineer said he would be back to us tomorrow but Steve told him that tomorrow was our day to meet with the Grumman people. You could see his eyes glaze over. Grumman was still being bitter about us not giving them our software and composite formula. We were able to make a deal that was similar to Boeing but they really wanted the laser and paid a premium for the concept and all of the plans. I thought it was funny they would pay for something that was available if they researched it. At least ours was complete and fit into the drone without modification. That evening at the patio, Steve quietly said to me, "Yesterday and today, your efforts along with the others have brought in close to a billion in future revenues. The big guys can't milk the DOD for overruns or further development as that is in our contract. If there is a mod, we will provide it free and they will pass it on. This is our contribution, but it won't help us at tax time." We were enjoying a drink when Steve added, "You need to get with my father-in-law to help you with your taxes. Your bonus is going to be big enough that it will warrant you get some help. I also want you and your family to plan on a few weeks down in Costa Rica. You can stay in the resort or in our home on the original island. You and Jeff check out something that will carry all of you and enjoy your vacation." I was sitting with my women and their kids when I told them what Steve had said. Jeff immediately began counting heads telling me that he would have to see what would hold us all. He was more excited about flying to the islands than the vacation. We would have to plan it around the older kids' classes as Jeff was near graduating and Gin was also close. Gin would be going on to medical school while Jeff was planning on a career in the military. Jenny said, "I'll see what we can work out for schedules. You might want to find out if any of your relatives want to go along. I think your Mom and Dad are coming back up for the inaugural run on the train. Didn't you want to see if you can get your grandparents here too?" It was going to be busy around here and none of it had to do with work. Playing with Deuce and Trey every evening had become the most fun a guy could have. Even Jeff would get down on the floor and help me entertain the two little ones. It was a great way to watch them grow. Rita told me that tomorrow was going to be a special day for me as my bonus was on its way. I asked her about it but she just said, "Wait and see. I think you'll be surprised." That night, I went to sleep wondering what the new day would bring. ------- Chapter 21 I woke up being hugged by Jenny on one side and Grenaline on the other. I don't remember going to sleep with the daughter of one of my significant others, but they all change places sometimes during the night. Guys are clueless, and this is just another way that proves it. I was looking into Jenny's eyes when I awoke. They were soft brown and looking at me as if in question. When I smiled, her eyes smiled and she softly kissed me. She said, "Gin came over here because she wanted to be close to us. Isn't that sweet?" From behind me a voice said, "I don't know whether it's sweet or not, but I'm really horny and Sal might be the perfect cure." Jenny sat up and said, "You know you want to save it for that special person in your future. Are you having a hormonal problem, Daughter?" "Oh God, Mom, I'm so horny that I could rub off for an hour and it wouldn't help. I know it's my hormones, but I somehow keep thinking that Sal could fuck me into submission and all would be well." I rolled to hold Grenaline and said, "Gin, you are a gift for any man, but you need to hold on a while and let it be the man who deserves you." "But you deserve me, Sal. You love my mom; you help my brother, why not help me when I'm needy like right now?" I softly kissed Gin and told her, "You and I are not going to be lovers like I am with your mom. We're going to be best friends forever, and someone each of us can go to for help and advice." Grenaline exclaimed, "Damn, I know you're right, but I need something now, not later." I did what I don't think I should have done. I held and kissed Gin while I slipped my fingers past the top of her panties, moving the gusset aside and with as much gentleness as I knew how to give, massaged her clit until she arched her back, and what do you know, the young Gin did exactly what Jenny does. She squirted almost across the room. Jenny pinched my butt to the point that I might have had a blood blister back there, but I did take care of Gin's problem. Gin held my face to hers and kissed me. "Oh, Sal, you gave me exactly what I needed, when I needed it. I know why Mom loves you so much by the way you lovingly took care of me. It was so good." The three of us were up, showered, and dressed, ready for me to go to the patio while they were going home to dress for the day, since they hadn't moved their clothes into our new place yet. I wondered where the rest of the women were, since the new bed was for all of us, not for just Jenny and Grenaline. I arrived at the patio just as Steve came from his house and turned the patio lights on, as usual. Also as usual, Glenda came into the patio through the side door. We three sat together with our coffee mugs and smiled at each other, celebrating another great day on this earth. Steve said, "So, Sal, are you ready for your bonus day? We're actually celebrating this a little late as the first bonus day is supposed to be a year after you start. You're a little late, but all for good reason." Tiny had come in and sat with us. He said, "Not many will have received the kind of bonus you will be getting, Sal. Your contribution to the company and all of its components is significant. All of us will be rewarded for your efforts." How do you answer a comment like that? The first of my ladies to come to me this morning was Rita, with our son, Deuce. I held the little critter for a few minutes before she took him into the living room to feed him. Suki came with our son, and held him to me. I held Trey in my hands and kissed his forehead while he seemed to smile at me. After a hug, Suki took him into the living room to feed him while she sat with Rita. Glenda said, "Just like when Steve's and Chuck's were tiny. The Moms kept bringing them to him for kisses and hugs before they took them into the living room to feed them. This is history repeating itself." My brother, Val, came onto the patio and went straight for the coffee mugs. He sat next to me after he had poured himself a cup. After a healthy gulp, he asked, "What do you think, Sal? Do you think I have what it takes to be a Deputy Marshal?" I lovingly looked at my big brother, and said, "Val, I've always thought you could do anything you wanted to do. If you want to be a U.S. Deputy Marshal, you will be one of the best. Do it, Bro, and know that your little brother approves of everything you do." Val looked at me with misty eyes, then reached out and hugged me to him. He looked at me for second before he said, "Sal, you are the most intelligent of us kids, but you have always been the most honest. If you think I have what it takes, I'll be the best damned U.S. Deputy Marshal there ever was." Val left us to go do what he had scheduled shortly after that exclamation. All of my women had spoken to me and given me hugs and kisses, and Cindy came by to give me a kiss afterward. She said, "You did it for us, Sal. Val is really hot to become a Deputy Marshal. Your friends Chuck and Lisa are influential enough to make sure Val gets the opening." "Cindy, Val wouldn't have been considered if he didn't meet their expectations and requirements. These people don't do things that way." Knowing Val's abilities, I called out to the airpark and asked the person on the desk, "This is Sal, and I want to schedule my brother's first introductory flight for later today. Can you fit him in around three or four?" When they said three would be best, I knew I had to get to Chuck before then. It didn't take long to get the correct number to get Chuck. There was the usual wait between barriers to get to him when I called. "Chuck Johnson here." "Hey, Chuck, this is Sal Feeny out at the park." "How can I help you, Sal?" "My brother has applied for a place with your organization, and I think he could be a more valuable member of your team if he was to learn to fly. How about teaching him to fly while he learns to be a Deputy Marshal?" There was a long wait, but eventually Chuck's voice came back, "Great idea, Sal. I'll make sure he's on the training schedule as of Monday morning. Thanks for the suggestion. I'll see you later." Wow! I sat back thinking that this would protect my brother from further military intervention. Little did I know! I had to call the airpark and ask them to cancel the three o'clock as Chuck would schedule later. Now that was progress in the way I thought it should go. Val has always been a good learner and has always been aggressive in learning new ways of doing anything. Our youth told me that he would do well learning to control those huge aircraft. Val taught me how to schmooze my ladies. He had experience with women who had just given birth and who had been left behind. That knowledge let me handle the emotions of the women who were watching their best friends nurse the babies they wished they had borne. Between my sister and sister-in-law, I was able to give the new mothers sufficient attention, and the audience what they wanted to hear. The mothers were happy and the newborns were cooing as they ate. My work had a new focus, since we had found the answers to thousands of questions, and proven those answers to most of them. Remaining were answers that had to do with how to consistently invade countries without alarming the techs who monitored enemy radar. The drones could fly in almost at ground level and never be known except by surface observers. We needed the larger, more destructive aircraft to be equally unseen, but more devastating to the enemy. Our tests in the bombing areas became purer as we entered and re-entered the radar zones without detection. We expanded our testing to war zones, and although we were without ammunition and armament, we made pass after pass over their positions and saw them launch toward something that wasn't there. Our product was a success. The most important part of the agreements was getting the government observers to agree that all of the tests were successful. One of the former generals, who now worked for Boeing, made the supposition that the display could be rigged for S&S. His own people showed how that couldn't have happened, since they had real time photos of every second the flight was in progress. Another Boeing rep suggested that the residual MPVs were rigged to delete problems with the target drones. He was instantly proven wrong. The discussion on that problem lasted less than thirty seconds. The last and most ferocious attack came from Lockheed-Martin engineers who stated they had heard from our own engineers that we were able to manipulate the reported data to show our ability to target a specific location. We requested a Lockheed-Martin tech to work with our engineers as we put an attack together on an area just outside our specified safety area. It could have been disastrous if the armament had been the original, but we were a couple of hundred yards from the impact area. When we watched the drone launch, everyone in the area held their breath as they realized how close this was, but the impact outside of our immediate area was a huge relief. When all was over, Steve grinned at me and said, "Take them all back to where they can get out of here. We'll talk to them in future weeks." Helicopters came in and took all of the observers back to our airfield to leave for their respective home offices. None were allowed to stay. Steve told me, "Get everyone squared away and back home on the patio. We need to celebrate a little." The men on site took each target apart and loaded it onto a semi-trailer. We leveled the area where the building had been that we targeted in order to show our distance accuracy. My men turned to me when all of the trucks had been loaded, and the leader said, "Okay, Boss, we did our part; we have a 206 that is ready to take us back. Fly us home, okay?" As my men loaded up, I did a preflight and was quickly in the air. A lot of their friends and co-workers were at the airpark to meet us when we landed. It was a unique party for a bunch of nerds. Back at the patio, Steve immediately handed me a tall glass that made me gasp as soon as I took a big drink. Steve smiled and told me, "That is the best Beefeaters can give." Steve, Tiny, and Henry had me join them at a table a little later. Steve said, "I told you that your contribution to this project was worth a lot to our company, but I didn't discuss how much." I smiled at Steve, as I was very happy with the deal I had so far. "Sal, your work and persistence to go beyond what we think is normal, has brought us unimaginable profits, and areas of research. Your early work here will become the benchmark for the research we will do in the years to come." "For this sale, we need to reward you for the extraordinary monetary benefit to S&S, CS&S, and Quality Wear, a bonus that in no way represents the magnitude of the benefit you have given your companies. Take this, Sal, take this as just a beginning reward for your productivity." Steve handed me an envelope and said, "Open this later. This is just the beginning of your reward for the work you have done." I shook hands with Steve and took the envelope. It seemed that he didn't want others to know what was inside, so I folded it in half and stuffed it in one of my back pockets. Steve smiled at me as I did that. He was a man that I also wanted to emulate as I grew in life. When I sat down with my family, Marilyn immediately asked, "How much was it? Is it a lot?" Suki was first to tell her, "You know that Sal is paid very nicely for what he does, so an extra fifty or a hundred would go a long way to reward him." Jenny was right there and said, "But Sal solved a huge problem within their military bids. Since he was a part of the solution, you know Steve will reward him handsomely." Rita told all of the others, "Let Sal tell us what the reward is. The value he places on it is what we need to feel is the reward." I had heard that, turned to Rita, and winked at her. Not only was she a new mother to Deuce, but a very smart mother to my new son. Marilyn's son sat next to me as he brought his plate full of food from the kitchen one morning. After taking a healthy forkful of food into his mouth and chewing it, he looked up to me slightly and asked, "Am I supposed to call you 'Dad' now?" I was startled as this had been the first time Garth had spoken to me. "Garth, you can call me Sal if it would make you feel better, since I am somewhat of an interloper within your family." The young man turned to me and said, "You have made my mom feel really good about herself and she is back to being the person that she used to be. I want to thank you for that, but I don't know what I should call you." I looked at the boy and said, "Call me anything you feel is right. I would like it if we can be friends. I will help you with school work if you let me, but I'll also work with you to be whatever you want to be in the future." Garth was smiling when he turned to me, "I know I'm too young, but can you teach me to fly? Jeff says I have to be sixteen, but why can't I learn before then? Will you teach me?" Without knowing how his mother felt about small aircraft and flying, I told him, "You and me, Bro, we're going to do some fun flying. But I have to tell you that I'm not an instructor pilot yet, so I'll have to get Jeff to give you the flying lessons you need. Don't worry, Garth, I'll handle the cost. Your problem is to let your mother know and to get her permission for you to learn to fly." Garth did a vanishing act and was dragging Marilyn to me within moments. "Mom, tell Sal that it's okay to teach me to fly. He's worried that you won't agree. Please, Mom, tell him its okay." Marilyn hugged Garth to her and hugged my head. "If anyone should teach my Garth to fly, it should be you, Sal. He's already told me that you can't really do it, but Jeff can. Please, teach my son to fly the way Jeff has taught you. Garth has always been a good respectful kid and deserves to be rewarded for his good behavior. Teach him, Sal." I spoke to Jeff a little later and he agreed to take Garth on as a student since I was going to sponsor him and pay for his flight time. Little did I know how much flight time Garth would want! The next few days were filled with all of us attempting to bring the software to focus on the smallest of problems for any size aircraft. It later took us a month to come up with a good design for the hunting/camping aircraft that could land on a hard surface or water. This aircraft should be a winner all by itself, but would only appeal to a few. One of the conventional aircraft that we were trying to get airborne was an air coupe that was meant to land on water, but constantly wanted to nose over in our computer analysis. Thank goodness we didn't attempt to fly it or build it to test. The tests were significant enough to convince us that a high wing aircraft might be best for water or ski landings. Our first pontoon or float aircraft was sent up to the northwest so it could be tested between Friday Harbor and Seattle. Steve's friend, Dewey, welcomed the opportunity to see some of our experimentation take to the air around him. The fact that the aircraft flew from Florida to the outer islands of Washington State meant nothing, but that the aircraft was floating on the bay in Friday Harbor, ready to fly Dewey to Seattle, was all the proof he needed. This aircraft was designed with the help of Mark from the Costa Rican islands. Mark had designed and built one of the experimentals with pontoons, so all we had to do was use Mark's design. CS&S was on the move, and had Dewey on board for testing what we needed. The plane was left with Dewey's pilot at the airport at Friday Harbor, and our pilot took a commercial flight home. Another significant battle was brewing at home. My guys were constantly fighting with the Lockheed-Martin engineers to keep them from our source code. They protested enough that I was called in to settle a dispute between our men and the Lockheed-Martin team. The Lockheed-Martin team's attorneys brought their document out that was supposed to be the terms of our agreement. Something didn't read right as I looked at the document. I called our legal department and asked them to have a copy of our original agreement forwarded to us and to have someone come and act as counsel. I had a copy of our original agreement within seconds, and printed it with multiple copies. While I was handing the copies of the printed document out, one of our legal counsels showed up. It was Mrs. Sandy Flowers, who was a very attractive addition to our meeting. I didn't know that she had completed her legal degree and passed the bar exam. The Lockheed-Martin people were huddled over the document I had given them, and they turned to us with mean faces, "This is obviously your way of dodging your responsibility under the contract. There is something very wrong with the way this agreement is worded and we will take you to court on it. We want all of your source code this instant, all of your research data, and all of your tested materials as we agreed." Mrs. Sandy Flowers smiled at the men and said, "If you can show me anywhere within our agreement where what you request is offered or agreed upon, we will remit. Otherwise, Gentlemen, you are not welcome on our grounds any longer." Wow! That was strong language from a young attorney. The attorneys for Lockheed-Martin huddled and one almost began to argue, but was held back by one of the others. They gathered their materials and left. The only other person with them was one of our security people escorting them off premise. Mrs. Flowers said to all of us, and that included her husband, "That was the correct way to handle a dispute like that. Don't try to understand the legal mumbo jumbo; let us in legal unravel the language. You all did well." Our Sandy was grinning as he watched his lovely wife leave the meeting. On the patio later, Steve told me that he had heard all about the confrontation with Lockheed-Martin. He had already been on the phone with their CEO and was just as put off as we had been. Steve told me that it seemed as if Lockheed-Martin had promised more than our product could do, and was up against a deadline or they would lose a rather large research bonus. That was what Steve had been trying to prevent, so it seemed to be possible. After that incident, I did notice that security felt tighter around our campus and out at the airpark. The R&D center now had people posted around the outside of the building. When I looked out onto the serene landscape, it now included a security guard wandering around the area. There were enough men around the hangar where the drones were at the airpark, to give anyone the idea that it was not smart to get close. The hangar where the mystical military jet was being built was so heavily guarded that you didn't want to get close. About that time Donny announced that he wanted to make the inaugural train expedition across Florida. My Mom, Dad, Grandmother, and Grandfather came here just for that special ride. The train was made up of the engine, the tender with loads of water as well as coal, two Pullman cars, a dining car with kitchen, a luxury car, and trailing them all was a bright red caboose decked out in luxury that could have only been dreamed of during its real use. Donny had his dad dressed in the traditional Conductor's uniform, complete with a visor. He outdid himself by examining each ticket before punching a hole in it. Everything was supposed to be as it was in the forties. The huge steam engine was huffing and puffing in the lead, giving everyone the sense that we needed to board immediately. Before the train began to move, the Conductor hollered "All aboard", the engineer sounded the shrill steam whistle with a loud blast, followed by the bell going off multiple times. All of the noises made the passengers more anxious and excited. Puff, puff, puff, puff, the train began to lurch forward, moving. It was amazing that something that complicated could have been rebuilt to move again. The engine was once more fulfilling its original function by pulling cars. I thought Donny would have spent all of his time in the engine, but he was circulating among the passengers in the Pullman cars, diner, luxury car, and back in the caboose. You could tell he was in his glory. Donny stopped to tell me, "We are only going to go about thirty to forty miles an hour because we want the ride to be as long as possible. We have enough coal and water to get to Disney and back, but we'll fill up with water while we're there. They have a wide track around the park, so we might be able to make a trip around the park with passengers once or twice, but it isn't in our agreement. If they want more of our time, they can contribute coal or help with the conversion from coal to diesel fuel." "Donny," I said as we talked, "I didn't know big steam engines could run on diesel fuel." "Oh yeah, Sal, that was the way the big railroads were able to keep their steam locomotives moving for so long. Water was less a problem than coal, so when diesel fuel was brought in, the tenders were even more important all of a sudden. Instead of a hundred miles, it became a couple of hundred between required stops. I've heard of some companies that had two tenders so that they could make almost five hundred miles at over seventy miles an hour between stops." I watched Donny hurry on in his mission to make sure everyone was enjoying their ride. The day at Disney was special as I was able to be with my five women and all of the older children. The two babies were with us, but they were oblivious to what was going on as long as they were fed when they wanted to be. I did notice that Niki spent a lot of time holding Trey to her breast and smiling down at him. She was a very attentive sister. I was in the luxury car with Steve and family, along with my grandma and granddad, on the way home. My granddad told us, "This is how I traveled for so many years covering the western states. I do have to say that this car is much fancier than any I ever rode in, but I did use one of the Pullmans often. This is a real treat to go back so many years in my life. Thank you for giving your grandmother and me such a treat, Sal." How do you respond to a compliment like that? I gave them both a hug and went into the caboose to go up in the cupola to look around. There was a framed paper that gave the history of the cupola on a caboose. There was another framed paper that gave the history of the caboose in the main caboose area. It was interesting stuff. You could see all the way to the engine from the high seats in the caboose's cupola. It was then that I realized the engine was mostly open to the weather. There was very little cover as you looked forward and could see the engineer and fireman up front. What I didn't realize was the fireman only shoveled the coal into the furnace before the automatic stokers came along and controlled how much water went into the boiler. Back home in Tampa, Donny got busy making sure the use of the steam engine wasn't more than the old girl could take. While he was doing that, I went to the patio with my five ladies, our children, along with Val, Cindy, and their kids. Val was telling me, "You know that this place might be the right place for Cindy and me to raise our brats, Sal. They are really good kids and seem to enjoy being with the kids here. What do you think, Sal, can Cindy and I buy your old place?" I didn't know how to answer that, so I told Val, "Hold that thought, Bro. I'll find out what the deal is for you right away. I might not be the owner of that piece of property." Steve is always tough to find when you need him. I finally caught up to him and made him sit down with a cup of coffee. "Steve, my brother wants to stay and asked if he can buy the place that you gave me when I came. I don't own it, Steve, so I have to ask you how I can buy it so I can give it to my brother." Steve smiled at me, "If you had asked me in any other way than the way you did, I would have had one of the people from legal talk to you. However, the way you asked me was with true respect for the company, and with the willingness to give something special to your brother Sal. Give it to him and I'll make sure he gets title to the trailer. He'll have to pay lot rent, but that isn't bad. Go tell him and see if that's a good reason for them to stick around." When I told Val the deal, he looked at me with an 'I don't believe you' look, but he knew that I was welcoming him to my new family when I hugged him. It was his family now too, and my folks recognized it and told Val that he was making a great decision by staying here with me. I was ecstatic as my brother and I were now hanging out together again. He had always been someone I could depend upon for advice, and now I had him around just like our youth. My grandparents really enjoyed staying with me. I took them both to see my work area and computer systems. They were impressed to see row after row of computers. We went out to look at the airpark, and I showed them the aircraft I had initially learned to fly in. When grandpa saw the biplanes parked with the other small aircraft, he said, "I've always wanted to ride in one of those. Can you fly one?" I had to tell him no, because I hadn't been checked out in it yet, but I would get that done right away and take him up. I checked in the charter office before we left to ask about who could give me a check ride. The attendant laughed as she said that almost every pilot at the field was checked out on the biplane and for me to just come out and ask any one of the men hanging around in the ready room. I peeked in the ready room and saw several of the older pilots sitting around drinking coffee and soft drinks. They had some comfortable couches in there, along with a giant TV and various vending machines. Chuck found me at home to tell me that Val would be going to the Federal Law Enforcement Training Center, but probably not for the full seventeen weeks. Because Val was a Marine combat veteran and still in good physical condition, he would be put through a fast paced course. Chuck told me, "They waived the school for me because of a special situation existing at the time when I was hired. I know the school is now a requirement for new Deputies. Val looks to be in good shape, and I did see him running a couple of mornings." I took all of us out to Park Place for a special dinner that evening. The folks there were very accommodating and had arranged a large table for all of my family and kids, Grandma, Grandpa, Mom, Dad, Val, Carmie and all of their families. Mom was in heaven eating some of the food that was special to her. As we ate, Dad announced, "All of us folks from Texas need to go back home, and I was told that we could get a ride to Lubbock tomorrow. Your grandma and grandpa are going to visit with us for a while, so there will be only one stop. You've been a great host, Sal, and we are all so very proud of what you have accomplished. I love the idea of so many new grandchildren, and I can tell they all enjoy having some new great-grandparents." Mom added, "That you are now the father of two boys will keep you busy as they grow. Don't give any of those rooms away, because we plan on visiting again soon. I have to keep tabs on all of my grandchildren." Rita's twins were sitting next to Mom, and she reached to hug Joan and Janice to her. I was glad to have all of them here, but was equally happy to have them leave so that our life could settle down to a gentle roar. Chuck found me again the next morning and told me, "Go out to the airpark with Lisa for that check ride you need to fly your grandfather in the bi-plane. Take him with you, and you can do it before they all go home." That surprised me, but I told him, "Thanks, Chuck, I was going to put it off on this trip." "Never put something off with older folks like that. You may not get another chance." I had to round Grandpa up and explain what we were going to do. He told me that they would be leaving for home around noon. Lisa and I left Grandpa in the ready room and went out to one of the experimental LSA biplanes. Lisa was a former Marine fighter bomber pilot, and was very meticulous about our preflight. The little aircraft seemed to leap off the ground instead of having to use a lot of runway to gain speed. Lisa had talked me through taking off by using the intercom. She did a couple of rolls after gaining altitude to show me how to do it, then told me to land. Sitting in the rear seat of the biplane restricted your vision somewhat, but you didn't have any problem if you kept a slightly nose down attitude. The one thing I had to learn was to let the aircraft almost come to a stop before tapping the brakes to turn. That little wheel on the tail wanted to make you spin into a ground loop. After strapping Grandpa into the aircraft, I redid the preflight before strapping myself in. We were in the air within minutes, flying toward the coast so that Grandpa could see the beaches from the air. I lowered to the minimum one thousand feet so that we would have a good view of the available bikinis on the beaches. Grandpa gave a "hot damn" once before turning his intercom off. As we climbed to a higher altitude, I asked Grandpa if he wanted to do a roll for a thrill, but he said, "I think I'll pass, Sal. This is about as exciting as a guy my age can handle. This is really something." When I landed the biplane and taxied to the front of the hangar where it was usually stored, a maintenance man met me and said he would refuel and push the aircraft in as I had something else to do. Grandpa and I went into the charter office and found all of the folks going back to Texas there, along with Val and family, and some of my family, to see them off. Lisa told me, "Come on, you get to get your second check ride of the day. You and I will be flying your folks back to Texas." Chuck's Citation X was outside the charter office. This was a special aircraft and I had heard that Chuck had been awarded the aircraft after some very dangerous work. Lisa and I did a thorough preflight before loading the passengers. While Lisa settled into the left cockpit seat, I shut the door and made sure everyone was belted correctly. I was smiling as I headed to the cockpit. I was really going to fly a Citation X. Lisa had me walk through the checklist with her until she spooled the engines up. She gave me running instructions to go with the checklist the entire time we were taxiing to the runway and preparing for takeoff. Our takeoff was fast and smooth. The climb angle is steep when you rotate a fast aircraft like the Citation X. We were out over the gulf within minutes, climbing to over thirty-thousand feet. Lisa continued to tell me about the aircraft and how it differed from the other Citations. She also told me, "The Lears are more fun to fly, but they are noisy compared to this. This is also a little faster than the Lear." My grandmother came up to lean over the seats to tell me how exciting it was to be flown home by her grandson. She patted both Lisa and me on the shoulder before going back to sit. Cindy acted as a hostess, making coffee and serving some soft drinks. There was absolutely no turbulence, so the ride was as smooth as in a car on an interstate highway. This was a special ride for them as well as for me. Lisa spent a lot of time trying to explain what she and Chuck did for the government. They were Special Agents for the Secret Service, as well as Deputy Marshals. She told me that there were often times when a computer engineer expert could be used on their operations. She suggested that I should sign up to assist in operations when my talents were needed. That would require some thought. She also told me I would be an asset as a consultant with the local FBI forensics team. I stayed in the right seat on the way home, but handled the takeoff, climb, and eventual landing. We parked in front of the hangar at the airpark six hours after taking off. Lisa took my logbook and made the entry of the flight time and my Citation X check ride. It was crazy going from a biplane replica, to a junior rocket in the same day. Our families had saved us food on the patio, so we each had a beer along with some pot roast. Val was having a great time playing with his kids, but was also demanding some uncle time to hold my two boys. Rita's twins were cuddling with me, and sat on each side of me on a couch as we all talked together. Joan told me, "We like the idea of you being our dad. You've helped us with our homework, taken us on a train ride so far, but you haven't given us an airplane ride." From the other side of me, Janice said, "I know that we get to fly often, but we want you to give us a ride over to the beach or across the state to the Atlantic. Would you do that?" Rita was holding Deuce and gave me a wink and smile. I felt like I was some kind of king with these four, then I looked over at Niki and Jeff, who were at a nearby table with Grenaline, and Suki had Trey sitting up on her lap. My kingdom is special. Rita was sitting with me as I sipped on some scotch later that evening. She asked me, "You haven't even looked at your bonus check from the company, have you?" My mouth dropped open at hearing the question. I actually reached for my back pocket, but it had been over a few weeks ago that I had been given the check. Rita saw my discomfort and told me, "Suki found it in your pants and put it in your sock drawer. I'm curious to see how much it is. Everyone has been crowing over the deals your program and the weapon are bringing in, and are going to continue bringing. This is a big deal, Sal. This is probably the biggest deal the company has had for a long time." "Let me go look. I'll be right back." Rita had given the baby to Joan and Janice, and said, "Not without me; I'm going with you. I think I'm more excited about this than you are." We walked past the parking area and into our house. I went to our bedroom and looked in my sock drawer. The envelope was still sealed and folded in half. Rita handed me a nail file to open the envelope as I unfolded the envelope. She really was anxious. I slowly slit the envelope open to tease Rita, but I smiled at her as she stared at what might be exposed as I slid the file under the flap. I handed the file back to her and blew on the envelope to open it, next I reached in with two fingers and found a letter with a check in it. I handed the check to Rita without looking at it and read the handwritten note from Steve. "Sal, This isn't all, my friend. Your contribution to the company's coffers will require many repeats of this bonus. Know that you deserve every penny of this bonus, and I want you to know the entire company wishes to thank you for giving us your talent, Sal. Steve I looked up to see Rita leaning against the wall with one hand over her mouth as the check fluttered to the floor. After handing the note to Rita, I retrieved the check from the floor. Rita was holding the letter without reading it, watching me as I glanced at the check. I looked once, did a quick double take, then just stood there staring at the number written on it. "Holy shit." "No shit, Sherlock, holy shit," Rita exclaimed. "Can you believe that number?" "Whew! This is too much. I can't accept this." Rita hugged me to her and said, "Baby, don't you understand how much this deal is for? You are bringing the company billions of dollars of income, and most of it is in license fees. We have no cost except for the R&D cost, and I've heard you made it so easy for customers to build the weapon that they hardly have any research expenses. You're a company hero, Honey." I stood gaping at the check. There were eight numbers, a period, then two more zeros. I left Texas where I had been making more money than I thought I should make at just over a hundred grand a year. I came here with almost no expenses and was making twice that. I've just been given four hundred years of income in one check. "You can't tell anyone how much this is for, Rita. Please don't let the cat out of the bag. I'll let Ben Phillips invest it for us to help it grow, but we already have all the money we need, plus a lot more right now. We are very well off with all of our incomes put together, and all our kids will be taken care of." Rita hugged me and said, "I love you, Sal. The first thing you think of is us and our kids. You're my hero, but you're also Joan and Janice's hero. They asked me if they could call you 'Dad' instead of Sal. Do you know how special that makes me feel? We now have a baby, Sal, and we will raise him to be as special as you are. Suki and I will be mothers you will be proud of. We all know how special Jenny is to all of us, and we want her to always be with us. Put this check away and give it to Ben as soon as you can." I was weak in the knees when I went back to the patio. The first thing I wanted to do was to rush to Steve and give him a hug, but I resisted. I did go get another Dewars and stood next to Steve. When everyone's attention was elsewhere, I said, "Steve, I just looked at the check you gave me. I'm staggered and very appreciative. That you think so highly of me makes me want to work twenty-six hours a day to give you more. Thank you. I promise to make you proud." Steve smiled at me and softly said, "You have to get a bike. This is the time you and I should take off for a ride and have a beer together with our friends somewhere. As a matter of fact, come with me." Steve led me to where Charlie and Shawna were talking to Hank and another biker park resident. Steve told Shawna, "How about helping this guy find something he can use to ride with us. I think that he might want something like my bagger with the sidecar with all of his women." Charlie held a finger up, "I know exactly where to find that special bike. It's for sale and it is a steal. You and I will go make a deal tomorrow, Sal." Oh shit, what have I gotten into? I don't ride motorcycles. Steve came up beside me and said, "Okay, Sal; you ride wild horses and crazy bulls, but you won't ride a motorcycle that will do only what you tell it? I'll have Shawna put a saddle and rope on the bike and you'll be right at home. I'll even donate a workshop like mine to put behind your trailer." Janet had been sitting with Shawna and Debbie while that conversation took place, and came to me. "You have to let me ride with you, Sal. I'm crazy about bikes and love to ride. Please, let me ride with you?" I gave her a hug and told her, "I'll try to be a biker too, but you know me, Babe. I don't have any experience on a bike, and I'll need to learn before I can safely have you with me." "You'll learn, Sal. You can ride the motocross bikes and learn. That will give you confidence. Do it, Sal. Do it for me; do it for all of us." Oh Shit! Just what I need; more things to learn for me to blend in. There was some excitement among the women that night. Rita and Suki knew they still had to be on the sidelines, but they were constantly encouraging me to love up the other three. I did my best and that must have been enough, as we all went to sleep cuddled together in the big bed. Primary Editing by Pepere Helicopter and Legal Eagle Guru, Rotorhead Proofing and Continuity by Sagacious Last one through - Deenara2000 ------- Chapter 22 Sure enough, when I joined Steve and Glenda for coffee, Steve told me, "I want you to go in this morning and set your people up for three or four weeks. They can call you on your cell phone if they're stuck, but I want you out of your office for most of a month. You've not missed a day, and the only time you've really taken off has been for flying lessons, and I consider those to be part of your duties. You've used almost every minute of your spare time for more flying lessons and hours, so you've built up a ton of time owed." While we were having coffee, cute Shawna, with the obnoxious T-shirt, came in with Charlie, her huge husband. He sat with me, sipping his coffee, and said, "I have to show Hank what I want him to do with a frame this morning, then we'll go see a man about a bike. We're going to sign you up for a motorcycle safety course too. I know Doc Crawford, one of the old instructors, and I'll bet he would give you some private instructions if I called in a favor. He's retired anyway, and doesn't have anything to do. We'll get you taught, Sal." My family all knew that I was apprehensive about getting and riding a motorcycle, but I was being encouraged by all of them, especially the kids. I moved over to the table that had my five women, two infants, five older girls, and two older boys. That is, if you could call Jeff a 'boy', or Grenaline, Niki, or Donna a 'girl'. Rita's twins were still girls even though they haughtily wore the 'teen' designation. This was my opportunity to play with Deuce and Trey. I think I had more fun when I could lay them on their backs on the floor and play with them, since I could only hold one at a time while they were so small. I could put both in my arms, but I'm too clumsy to do much of that safely. Everyone had eaten as the clock drew near to seven forty-five; the adults were getting ready to go to work, and the kids had left for school. The twins were a year ahead in school, so they were freshmen in high school, instead of being in eighth grade. Both were being encouraged to take advanced courses, even during their first year. I've watched them do their homework, and they never seem frustrated or in too much of a dilemma as they studied. I spent the next two hours getting work together that I thought should take my crew of programmers at least three or more weeks to do. One of the projects would take all of them working together at least two weeks to complete, then we would have to shrink it to make it fit in the weapon computer's available memory. Back on the patio at ten, I checked with the women who watched the boys during the day. The two little ones were asleep, and there was a window up in the corner of the big TV that showed both of them in their beds. Charlie walked up behind me and said, "Seeing your kid sleeping like that is about the sweetest thing there is, except when you see their mom nursing them. When some of the kids out here were born, there were so many babies at once that the moms fed whichever baby was hungry. I think all the kids were nursed by all four of the mothers at some point during that time. It was a riot to watch the kids grow up and go through their twos and threes." Charlie made a motion to head out the door as he said, "Okay, Sal; unless you want some more coffee, let's go see a man about a bike." We drove north from the trailer park and went east on state highway fifty-four. We turned off on old fifty-four and went more to the northeast for a while. Charlie slowed his pickup down and was watching for a turnoff. At a rickety mailbox with a 'No Trespassing' sign nailed to the post, Charlie turned down a rutted tire track driveway. We came to a rather large old style farm house, with a huge porch all the way around, back behind some trees. Charlie pulled up near one of the outbuildings that wasn't close to the barn and parked. He honked twice and said, "Wait until Duke comes out. He might shoot us if we go wandering around. I don't think he sees all that well anymore." An old guy came from the house, putting a cap on his head. He walked with a limping shuffle that had Charlie getting out of the truck to go meet him. Charlie waved for me to join them after the two greeted each other. I was glad I had worn Levi's and boots today, as I fit in a little better with Charlie and this old guy. "Duke, this is Sal Feeny. He works out at the research building in the park. Sal, this is Duke, an ancient biker who's having a hard time saying 'quit'." I stuck my hand out and waited. Duke looked at my hand, then me, then back at my hand. He finally firmly grasped my hand and gave it a shake. "Good to meetcha, Sal. Charlie says you want to buy a motor. He says you're a real Texan, and ride bulls and horses in rodeos." "It has been a while since I've done that, Duke. It's something that still gets me excited." "Motors will do that for you, Sal. Come over to my motorcycle bedroom and I'll show you what I have." We went into the nearest big metal building that had a garage type rollup door. There were three shiny motorcycles, set up as if on display, when the door came up. One was obviously very old and the other two appeared to be fairly late models. The newer ones were spotless from tire valves up. You could tell the man spenta lot of time caring for them. Charlie told Duke, "Sal has about the same problem Steve has. He has too many women and would like to get something he can ride two or three of them at the same time. Do you think you could part with the FLHTC with the sidecar?" "Gotta part with them all, but I may keep the old Pan just to say I still own a motor. These other two have to go, or I'll be out riding and probably kill myself and hurt someone else. I been kinda going downhill since Effie died, and need to clean up some loose ends. I been trying to get my oldest to come up from Naples and give me a hand selling stuff, but he just can't seem to make it." Listening to Duke made me sad. I wanted to tell him to tell me what had to be done and I would help him right then. Hell, Dad and Granddad would jump right in and help too, if they were here. I made up my mind to bring some of the kids out and see what we could do. Charlie asked, "Do you like the FLH with the sidecar, Sal? It's only four years old and I doubt it has five thousand miles." Duke said, "Only two thousand forty on it. I haven't been able to see to ride. I just don't want to take a chance." I decided to say something, "I would like to buy the motorcycle, but I'm not good with their prices, so you're going to have to give me a number and I'll have to beg Charlie to tell me if it's fair." Duke nodded at me, "You're honest about it, at least, and ain't tryin' to steamroll me." Duke thought for a moment and said, "You know that if you have a sidecar rig, you don't get to ride free unless you go through the hassle of pulling the sidecar off. How about I make you a deal on both of these big motors and you help me out by taking them out of here." Oh man, two motorcycles? This is getting deep, more than I really want and I don't even have a place to put them. Duke said a number and Charlie nodded and looked at me. I didn't know what he meant, but the number sounded low for two fairly new Harleys. Charlie walked over to the other bike and switched the key on and turned to me, "This one only has twenty-four hundred miles." Duke said, "That one was more fun to ride without the sidecar, and it's only two years old. I bought it after Effie died so I could ride solo without the sidecar." "Well, Duke, I seem to be getting the idea from Charlie that you are offering a really fair deal, so I'll take them. Do you want cash or would you prefer a check to go into the bank?" Duke looked at me and asked, "Do I have to wait all day to get cash? If your bank is close, I can just ride with you and we can finish this deal real quick." Charlie said to me, "If you're like the rest of us and use First Bank, they have a branch right at the apex of highway fifty-four and fifty-six. Let's run over and pay the man." Duke locked the garage and house up, and came back out. I rode in the small jump seat of the extended cab and let Duke have the comfortable front passenger seat. We were in and out of the bank in ten minutes. It took longer for them to confirm my signature than anything else. Back at Duke's, we had to struggle to get both bikes up in Charlie's truck. We got them loaded without scratching them or the truck. As I was shaking hands with Duke, I asked, "I'd like to come out to help you around the place, if you don't mind. I might be able to bring some kids that would also like to help you out. One good turn deserves another, Duke. Would you welcome some help?" The old man was all smiles, "Write down my telephone number and call me when you can come. I'll plan some things for us to get done. I could really use the help and I appreciate that you would offer." "I'll be talking to you later this week, Duke. I know some kids that will also help." As Charlie was driving back out the driveway, with Duke standing in his parking area watching us, Charlie said, "You didn't have to volunteer to help him. He has a passel of kids that should be helping him. You can bet that they'll be all over the place, arguing about who gets what, when he croaks." Charlie was quiet for a few minutes before saying, "He gave you the two bikes for the price of one. If you don't want one, you can sell either one for just about what you paid for both. That was nice of you to offer to help. When you go out there, tell me and I'll get a bunch of others to come along and we'll have a couple of work days for Duke. We'll get a bunch of food and beer, and have a party for him. He'll get his place cleaned up and have a good time all at once. Yep, you did good, Sal." We arrived at home in time to get some help from some of the men who were having lunch. With eight guys, we were able to just lift the bikes from Charlie's pickup. We put the bikes under the car cover and Charlie said, "Let's get a sandwich, then you have to go pay the sales tax, and get insurance and tags. I already called Doc, and your lessons are going to begin this afternoon. You'll be a safe rider in no time." We had lunch before driving to a local insurance office that Charlie said stayed in business because Steve used them. He told me that most of the park bought from this agent as well. We went to the state office from there, and had to wait in line for a few minutes. I bought tags for both bikes, wondering if that was really smart. Back at the park, I put the tags on the bikes and watched as Charlie pushed the bike with the sidecar out. He had me sit on the bike and began showing me how everything worked. I was taught how to start, stop, and shift in a few minutes. "Now, Sal, let's start this thing and I want you to ride the streets of the park in first and second gear, just to get the feel of the bike. Don't go too fast and just enjoy letting this monster give you a ride." It wasn't difficult to get moving, and I didn't like the high revs in first gear, so I pulled the clutch in and used my toe to move the shift lever up a gear. I was moving along nicely, but still had the revs up higher than I thought was necessary, so I did it again. Using third gear around the park was perfect since the motor wasn't turning as fast. As I got to the exit area to go into the business park, I turned and rode around to the cart plant, then made the circuit all the way around the park and came back going through the gears again. This wasn't too difficult at all. I could see that maneuvering around with the sidecar could be a pain, so I rode back to the house and parked the sidecar rig. I pushed the other bike out and sat on it. I made sure the tranny was in neutral and started the bike. After letting it idle a minute, I pushed the gear shift down and let the clutch out. The big bike went right out on the street and acted very stable as I shifted into second and third, and rode along the street. I made the same circuit and pushed it a little in the business park, going past the posted twenty-five miles an hour. I had no problem turning the bike around in a tight circle. I tried and was able to drive it at about two miles per hour because my friend who used to ride told me that being able to ride slow without putting your feet down is an important art. Charlie was standing with another man watching me when I rode back to my carport area. Both of them had big grins on their faces. I was a little embarrassed, as I didn't have a motorcycle endorsement on my license yet. I shut the motor off and put the kickstand down. Charlie came over and asked, "I see that you like to ride without the sidecar too. I did note that you didn't have any trouble running around." With his hand on the other man's arm, Charlie introduced me. "Sal, this is Doc Crawford. He's going to teach you how to ride correctly and safely. He's going to take you over to the new parking area behind the school, and use that for your lessons this week." Doc and I shook hands, and he asked, "Did you look in those saddlebags? Duke used a helmet most of the time and you have to wear a helmet when I teach. You can ride without a helmet if you have enough injury insurance when you're licensed, but using a helmet doesn't make you a wimp. I use one, and recommend that everyone should use one." I opened the hard bag on the FLH I had been riding and found a couple of helmets. Doc opened the trunk of the sidecar bike and found three. He picked one out and put it on and indicated I should do the same. When we had our helmets on, he said, "Let's ride these bikes over to the school parking area and begin. I don't have my cones today, but we'll work on that tomorrow. I want to work on a couple of basics right now." We practiced stopping at a line and smoothly starting up again. The turns he had me make were sweeping, but he kept telling me to look where I was going around the corner and not at the road on the inside of the corner. He said that the bike would go where you looked, so it was important to keep your eyes on the road ahead. Two hours later, Doc said, "That's enough for your first lesson. I'm going to bring cones and a couple small street bikes tomorrow. You need to learn to ride the little ricers as well as your big Harleys. I think you might need someone to ride with you so that you can go get gas in these two bikes. You used up a lot of fuel." As I pushed my bike under the carport next to the sidecar bike, I saw some men working behind my house, setting forms in the ground. I walked back to see what was up, and found Martin and Abe watching the working men. "What's up back here, Martin?" "Hee, hee, I think Steve is surprising you with a little workshop like he has. It'll take a couple of days to get done, but I'll bet it is a carbon copy of Steve's." I thought about it and was happy to have a workshop, but I needed to slow Steve down with all of his help. It was still before four so it wasn't crowded inside the patio yet. I was about to have a beer when Garth came up to me and asked, "Can you give me my introductory ride today? You don't have to be an instructor for the introductory ride. Come on, Sal, we could fly an hour and a half to two hours without the moms getting mad." "Okay, but how about killing two birdswith one stone? How about you fly right seat and we'll bring the twins with us?" Garth colored with a blush and said, "Yeah, bring them so they see that I'm going to learn to fly." It took only two seconds for the girls to join us. I called Rita on the way to the airpark, to tell her what I was doing and to have her advise Marilyn. She told me not to be too late, so the girls could eat and do homework. I called the charter office while still on the way, and made sure that I could get a 172 for a couple of hours. We were set. The aircraft was already out of the hangar, so I took the three kids around the aircraft while doing the preflight inspection, and described what we were doing and why it was important. I was using one of the training flip checklists the flight instructors had made up to teach students when they were beginning... After I had everyone seated and buckled up in the aircraft, I handed Garth the big flip book checklist instead of the little folded factory card and told him, "Read each item, and wait until I say next. I'll tell you exactly what I'm doing at each step." I knew that I would be a decent teacher when I became an instructor pilot as we went through all of the steps. I was parroting what all of the instructor pilots had taught me. I now knew that each item they taught me was important and I wanted to impart that importance to Garth. He might get tired of hearing the same things over and over again, but he would know how to do it correctly by the time he takes his exam. We went across the state, then flew south of Melbourne, and just north of the bombing range. We flew in the unrestricted airspace along the coast before turning back toward home. The girls were excited to have seen the Atlantic from the air, and we were close enough to the cape to see the huge launch equipment out on a pad. I kept referencing the GPS on the dash to Garth, showing him that it helped us to stay at least a mile outside the restricted areas. The equipment was set up to beep when I was less than a mile from an area where we shouldn't be flying. The other good thing about it was that it was able to monitor signals for "pop up" restricted areas, so that if, for instance, Air Force One was in the area I wouldn't draw a violation from the FAA for flying in a restricted zone that hadn't existed when I took off. I think Garth began to understand there were many responsibilities when you fly. I had Garth help me refuel the aircraft after landing at the airpark, then all four of us pushed the plane back into the hangar. I made a big deal of showing Garth how to make entries into the aircraft logbook and in my own. We went into the charter office where the on duty clerk already had Garth's personalized logbook made up. She told him, "Sal will make the entry for your introductory ride, and from now on, you and your instructor will make the entries. Make sure to keep it current so you get credit for all your flight time." This evening had been a triple win, as Garth had his intro ride, and the girls got to see the Atlantic from the air. All three kids excitedly talked all the way back home, and in the patio to their mother and friends. Jeff even came over to chat with us, and told Garth that his next lesson would be tomorrow. Jeff reaffirmed my promise to teach Garth to fly if he kept his grades up. I told the boy, "I'll make sure that you get three lessons a week if you get straight 'As'. For all but one 'A', two lessons a week. Less than that, you get only one lesson a week, and a failing grade gets you grounded." Garth grinned at me and said, "I'll be getting a lot of flight time. I haven't had a B since third grade. If the twins were to have problems with an advanced math class, I would probably be assigned to tutor them, but those two are smart. You have a deal though, Sal, and it's a fair one, but I'm going to get as many lessons as possible." Jeff gave him a ground school manual and told him that he would begin Garth's ground school and show him how to prepare for the exam tomorrow. It was very nice to see the boys almost acting like brothers. All of the kids seemed to have grown closer since we had all moved in together. I couldn't ask for more from them. Marilyn came to sit with me, bringing me a frosty mug of beer. She told me, "Garth will probably graduate this year and should be Valedictorian. He's always been ahead, and I've even tried to hold him back, but he loves school and loves learning. That he's fulfilling a dream of flying is good. He'll be having his sixteenth birthday in about three months. Will that be about right time for him to take his flight exam?" I advised her, "Garth will have to wait until he's seventeen to get his license. I don't know the rules for underage pre-exam solo flights, but I'm sure Jeff knows. The worst thing that could happen would be that he would be able to solo on his birthday and schedule his flight exam as soon as he has the required number of solo hours." The thought that a fifteen year old was learning to fly, and I, an almost thirty year old, was learning to ride a motorcycle was funny to me. I had seen Garth dressed in his motocross garb several times and watched him out on the track. Maybe I should have him give me some two wheel pointers. I was more than ready to do some serious resting when bedtime came. The shower I took before bed was busy and fun, as I was able to wash a lot of backs (and fronts) along with some heavy kissing and hugging with both Rita and Suki. They were just an exam away from some very good loving. I was accompanied at coffee with Steve and Glenda the next morning by Doc Crawford, who said he wanted to get an early start. He assured me that he was going to make me a good, safe rider, and give me confidence to carry my women with me. After breakfast, I rode and he drove his pickup to the parking lot of the new school that wasn't open yet. The lot had not even been lined yet, as the school wasn't going to expand classes until the new term. As we unloaded two small street bikes and a bunch of cones, Doc told me, "You're supposed to have a two-part school. The first part is in a classroom, but I'll give you a book and you can do the class and exam on line. If you'll do that right away, I'll teach you to be a good safe rider in a few days, and I'll make sure you get your endorsement. You usually have to get a permit, but I think we're going straight to the endorsement since your training is all on private property. When you get your endorsement, you and I will go for a ride in traffic and out on the highway. I'm also going to have you ride me on the back of your bike. I'll put on a skirt for that one, ha, ha, ha. I owe Charlie and Steve a couple of big ones, so I'm happy to do this for you, even taking the humiliation of riding on the bitch seat to make sure you're going to be safe." We rode the little motorcycles all around the parking lot. After setting the cones up, we easily wove in and out of them until he kept putting the cones closer together, to the point that I almost had to idle the bike between them. Doc had me do the same thing with my big bike, and it was actually easier with the big FLH than the Yamaha street bike. I did more stops and starts as if I was at a stop sign or traffic light. If there wasn't any opposing traffic at stop signs, you could pause, downshift to first, and go again without ever putting your feet down. It was almost a game. Doc changed his mind after lunch, and we went to the DMV to get me a motorcycle permit. When we got back to the park, we put our helmets, glasses, and gloves on before riding out on the street, heading north. We rode until Doc pulled into a 7-Eleven to gas up. While we filled up, he said, "We will do some more handling work in the parking lot tomorrow morning, and after lunch, I want you and me to ride out on our big bikes. I need to give you a taste of highway riding. Make sure you do your class work and take the exam." I helped Doc load his truck, and he came in the patio to have a beer and wait for Charlie. Steve was off checking on one of his operations somewhere, so we missed having him with us. It was only four, so I went to my office at home and logged on to the endorsement class site. The class was slow and boring, repeating everything that Doc had been teaching me. I did the whole thing and was going to just take the test, but decided that I should read the manual first. Niki came to get me for supper, which was delicious as usual. Garth came back with Jeff during supper, talking about actually landing an airplane by himself. Jeff explained that they had spent three hours in class and an hour in the air to make it more fun. After supper, Charlie and Doc told me to get my gear and bike, and ride with them down to one of the hangouts. We rode south from the park before weaving around, ending up at a bar that had bikes surrounding the place. When we walked in, I was happy to see several other people who I had met from time to time when they visited Charlie at the patio. Everyone knew Doc and Charlie, so I was happy to just be with them and remain unseen, until some huge woman came up to me, looked down at me, and as she held my chin in her hands, asked no one in particular, "Who's my new toy, Doc, or is it you, Charlie, who's bringing me a treat." I heard Charlie say, "Oh God, Millie's going to have some fun." I saw both Doc and Charlie roll their eyes as a big guy strolled across the room, walked up to the huge woman, who was still holding my chin, and pinched one of her big protruding nipples. "Be careful with this guy, Sweetness. This is the computer genius that Steve brought from Texas." Still holding my face, the very large Amazon smiled and said, "Well hell, Jonah, I guess I'll finally find out if big things come from Texas." She let my chin go, then wrapped her arms around me and buried my face between gargantuan-sized tits. They were big and floppy enough that I could at least still breathe. She released me, but picked me up by holding me under my arms, and brought me face to face with her. After a smiling sloppy kiss with tongue, she said, "I'm Millie. I'm the hottest, most luscious, piece of female in these parts," and with a perfect May West imitation continued, "Come up and see me sometime." As she put me down, half the bar was laughing at the way Millie could pick up a full grown man. She did make up for it by hollering, "Bring this Texan a beer on me, Denise. You better bring Doc and Charlie one too in case they have to explain the wet dream this boy just had." Duh, dumb me, I looked down at my pants and checked my zipper. That I had to check brought more laughter. Well, she did get my motor running by smashing me into all of that tit flesh the way she did. I didn't want to do a bunch of drinking and riding, so I declined when I was offered a second beer. Doc and Charlie had a second one before Doc told me, "Let's get on the road and get you home. You're not a virgin any longer, and can come in here to be with friends. Steve and Chuck both come here often, so you'll be another person they'll recognize as being part of the group from the park." I enjoyed the ride home and made some comparisons between riding a motorcycle and a very tame horse. The bike would go fast and do crazy things, but you would have to make it do the deed. A horse had its own personality, and sometimes did what it wanted to. This motorcycle riding had some good points. After saying hi to the family and checking on the boys, I went back to my office and finished the manual. It was ten by that time, and I heard the family coming in to head for bed. I filled out the test application and rushed through the test. Every question was something that had been covered multiple times. The score I got when I submitted it was a hundred percent, so I printed the test certification and logged off. I would be happy to show Doc that the class portion was complete. The girls were excited that I was closer to being able to begin giving rides. They were all excited by the sidecar. Well, this going for rides with the other guys will be interesting. Doc was at breakfast again the next day, and he said, "We're not going to do control work in the parking lot. We're going to work on traffic and correct riding procedures when traveling with other bikes. You've read about it, I've talked to you about it, and you experienced it last night. We're going to go by Jonah's and he's going to ride with us today. He's done training before, so he knows what I want to teach you. Just relax and follow our lead if we get into heavy traffic. We'll stagger as we ride, and you should trail us and stagger from whoever is nearest to you." As we walked over to get my bike, Doc said, "Let's check the tension on your primary and drive belts, and your oil. That's part of a bike. You need to have Charlie, Hank, Steve, or Hap teach you about the machinery. A motorcycle is a wonderful thing, but it does take some upkeep. Consider the vibrations you feel and remember that those vibrations loosen nuts. The loose nut on the throttle causes the most accidents, but the others are important, too." The bike was good to go, so we went out of the park and gassed up at the station down the road. Jonah was waiting for us in front of his closed bar. He pointed to a house next to the bar, and told me, "We live over there, so we don't have far to go when we close up at night. That's how Millie can constantly show up and show off. You might know two of her sisters who live out at Chuck's. They're college students and don't get out much." "You must mean those two really big girls. One is slim and very tall, but obviously very muscular. The other does resemble a young Millie. My goodness but that family has some big women." Jonah said, "Millie's mom is also huge, but her dad is the ninety-eight pound weakling. You'll see how much they love each other if you ever meet them. They raised a passel of kids that are all big, except for one of the boys who takes after his dad." The rest of the day was spent riding in every type of traffic and on every kind of road surface. I found out that the brick or cobblestone streets were slippery even when they were dry, because the bike almost slipped out from beneath me. Back at the park, Doc said, "One last thing for me to make sure of. If we can wait about ten minutes, I have another instructor who is willing to ride with you so that I don't have to. I just called her and she's on her way." We had a cup of coffee until a girl walked from between the trailers and into the patio. I recognized her as Sandy of 'Sandy and Mandy', a couple of women who often were at the patio, and pretty obviously were into each other, and were sometimes called the 'Andies'. Sandy said, "Come on, Sal. Give me a ride on that great looking sled you bought from Duke. You have to give me a ride in the sidecar when we get back. Steve has one, but I never get to ride in it." Doc said, "Give her a helmet. Sandy, this is a motorcycle training and safety course, and as you know, we do use the proper safety equipment. You don't need gloves, and I see you have sunglasses. Charlie decided to go with us, and I hardly felt Sandy's weight. I felt her behind me and it was sort of exciting to have a stranger's breasts pressed into my back, but I felt comfortable with her riding with me. We went out highway fifty four until we came to the I-75 ramp just past the highway fifty-four and highway fifty-six junction. Charlie led us out on the highway, and Doc followed me. Sandy said, "Kick it, Cowboy. Twist it up and keep up with Charlie or one of those eighteen wheelers will drive right over you if you ride too slow." Charlie was only doing between sixty-five and seventy, and I stopped feeling as if I was going too fast after I reached his speed, riding to the rear and side of him. The bike's handling was very stable at this speed. I could see how it can be exhilarating to go fast on two wheels. We rode down to the Bearrs exit and made the circle, coming back up Florida Avenue toward the park. A car pulled out in front of Charlie, but he was able to swerve around it without being hit by oncoming traffic. I was able to hit the brakes hard and swerve around the back of the vehicle. It was Doc who almost hit the car because he was so concerned about Charlie, Sandy, and me. He yanked his helmet off and threw it at the offending car. The driver's side window shattered causing the guy to stop and jump out of his car. I had immediately stopped, put the kickstand down, and ran back to where Doc, who was still on his bike, was hollering at the guy. Thank goodness I was there, as the car driver pulled his arm back, ready to punch Doc. I pushed him away so that he couldn't throw the punch, but he caught his balance before falling and came at me with a real haymaker. The punch was telegraphed by means of slow turtle, and I had time to call a meeting and make plans on to how to duck. I ducked when the guy swung and grabbed the swinging arm and pushed him into his car. This just made him angrier. He ran at me with his arms out wide. I dodged him and used my foot to propel him across two lanes of the street, and into a ditch with water and trash in it. The guy was screaming as he came out of the ditch, but it was at that second that there was the 'whoop, whoop' of a siren and a County Sheriff's car stopped behind Doc. The crazed guy ran back across the road straight at me, but I dodged him once again and pushed him into his car. He hit the car hard and banged his head this time, causing him to slide down the side of the car, stunned by the blow. A female Deputy Sheriff was quick to cuff the guy and began asking what had happened. It took a while but the Deputy had us move out of the road and waved a passing tow truck over to haul the car to an impound lot. We were in a small shopping center parking lot where the guy had come from while we were helping the Deputy fill out her report. An ambulance had been called, but in the Tampa area, you also get a fire truck when you call an ambulance. The crazed driver, who was very alert now, was loudly cussing and caused the Deputy to call for a supervisor. When that senior Deputy arrived he began checking the handcuffed man and declared, "How about you taking a field sobriety test? I can give you a breath test if you want, but you'll probably max it the way you smell." The guy refused both as the Deputy explained that refusing to take the test was an automatic suspension of driving privileges. The man just kept cussing. The paramedics told the Deputy and supervising Deputy that the guy, who now was a prisoner, didn't suffer any damage and could be transported to jail. The Deputy had been checking the guy's license and registration, and found out that the guy was still on probation from his last DUI, and had a warrant for probation violation. I thought to myself that we wouldn't have to worry about this guy for a while. We watched the guy get loaded into the back of the cruiser and leave. Doc came over to me and said, "I know I shouldn't have thrown my helmet, but that scared me to death. Shit, you and Sandy just barely missed the rear of the car, and Charlie was lucky there wasn't any oncoming traffic. We were all lucky, but it does show that you have enough presence of mind to ride someone on the back of your bike, Sal. We'll get your endorsement tomorrow morning." Sandy said, "Sal did everything the way he should have. He put the kickstand down, even during the excitement, before running back to you, Doc. I don't know that I would have had enough of my wits about me to remember to do that." Charlie said, "Go home unless you want to eat with us tonight, Doc. Come on, Sal, let's get home. I want a beer and I feel like I deserve one." Doc said he would see me in the morning and rode away. Charlie and I rode very sedately back to the park. We were late for supper, but still early enough to get food. When my ladies began asking what had happened, Charlie and Sandy told them the story. Sandy, with Mandy now sitting next to her, filled in a lot that Charlie kept leaving out. When it was obvious I had been in an altercation, Rita picked my hands up to look at my knuckles. Sandy told her, "The guy never touched him, and Sal only pushed the guy with his foot and used his arms to keep him away. There wasn't a blow struck during the whole thing. Heck, the Deputy even saw two of the attempts to hurt Sal." Janet was sitting across from me and said, "Oh boy, I'm going to get my ride sooner than I expected if Sandy says Sal is ready. He needs experience, but I think he's smart enough to be careful." There were several comments from the other women, asking about when I would give them all rides on the bikes or in the sidecar. Rita was kissing me in the shower that evening, as we held each other under the water. She said, "Suki and I went to the Doc today, and we're free to enjoy the pleasures that knocked us out of service before, or should I say 'knocked us up'. I think we'll play it safe until we figure out if we want any more babies." She was causing me to want to plunge right in, but I knew that I should wait and enjoy slowly making love to my two new mothers. Rita and Suki were sitting Indian fashion in front of each other doing the rock, paper, scissors game when we were all in bed. Rita had rock and Suki had paper. The little Polynesian broke up laughing as she told Rita that there wouldn't be anything left when she got done with me. Suki wore out fast, and Rita was ready and able. She also was easy to satisfy, which left me with enough energy to work my way through Marilyn and Janet, and finish with the always loving and messy Jenny. What a project, but someone has to do it. Primary Editing by Pepere Helicopter and Legal Eagle Guru, Rotorhead Proofing and Continuity by Sagacious Last one through - Deenara2000 ------- Chapter 23 Doc came for breakfast the morning after the confrontation with the drunk, telling everyone that he was there to take me to the DMV to get my motorcycle endorsement. It was while we were eating that DeDe came to me and asked, "Sal, we're short a right seat or first officer for a charter to Chicago and back. Could you help us out?" I looked at Doc then back at DeDe, "What time is it scheduled for, and you know I don't have my Airline Transport Pilot ticket yet. It's coming in about three or four years, depending on my hours." "You're fine for the co-pilot with your commercial license, and the flight will be leaving here at eleven. You still have time to go get your motorcycle thing done. Besides, you'll like this one as John is going to be the Captain." "Okay, I'll be there for the preflight by ten." Doc said, "How about that, from two wheels to jets all in the same day. You're pretty busy for being on vacation." "DeDe knows that I don't have to be in my office, so is using me to make up for all of the free instruction I've had," I told Doc, as we sipped some coffee. "Steve and Chuck have a small fortune invested in me learning how to fly everything we have. Now they're talking about me learning to fly helicopters. I think that's going to be a lot more difficult. Time will tell, though." Doc told me, "Well, I think we should be at the door when they open this morning so that we don't have to wait in a long line. Let's ride down there and get this done." We rode our motorcycles to the DMV office, and were about third and fourth at the door. We had to wait fifteen minutes before they opened, but when they did, Doc presented the papers that he had given me the safety class and I handed them the certification from the written on-line test. All I had to do was pay the fee for the new driver's license with the endorsement, and that was expected. When we walked out of the DMV, Doc shook my hand and told me, "I had a lot of fun teaching you, Sal. You'll be a good rider. Keep all the safety features I taught you in mind and ride safe. Go by the insurance office and show them your safety course stuff and endorsement. You'll get a reduction in premium on the bikes. I'm sure I'll be seeing you at Jonah's." "Hey, Doc, you know you're always welcome out at our place. Bring your lady and come out. I think the guys and their ladies go riding most Friday nights, so come on out." "Thanks, Sal; I have gone with them before and will again." Doc put his helmet on and rode from the lot. I put mine on and rode to the insurance office. The clerk copied my information and told me I would soon be getting a refund. Well, that was that. Now I needed to go home to change clothes and go flying. We were flying a Gulfstream G-550 with six passengers and two hostesses. This flight had all of the appearances of being a show for someone. The passengers were going to be served a gourmet meal for lunch, even though the flight was only going to be around two and a half-hours long. We could have a headwind, of course, and we could have to hold before landing, but still a two-hour flight with a gourmet meal? John met me and we went over the aircraft. The inside had just been refurbished with a very luxurious interior and a larger galley area. The seating was in a luxury configuration that reduced the seating from a max of twelve, to a more comfortable eight or ten. There was a lot of wasted space but hey, some people like luxury and are willing to pay for it. John, the two hostesses, and I were standing at the stairway when the passengers showed up. There were four men and two women. We quickly had them seated and buckled up. The hostesses were serving drinks while I pulled the stairway up and shut the door. I slid into the right seat and buckled up as John handed me the checklist. We smoothly went through everything and were soon taxiing toward the runway. As we held at the departure end of the runway, waiting for another aircraft to land, John said, "These people are going to be moving around to get at the tables after takeoff. Check the weather again to make sure we don't expect any turbulence." The weather was good all the way, with a slight headwind at our assigned altitude. The jet stream was slipping south and lower, but there were no reported shears in it and it wasn't that fast. I did all of the co-pilot stuff and John did all of top guy flying. We both had switches to flip, knobs to turn, and buttons to push. Awesome aromas began drifting into the cockpit fifteen minutes after takeoff. John said, "It's a good thing that the door is closed or we'd be going to raid that lunch." I told him, "You know this is the first flight with hostesses that I've been on where we weren't offered or given coffee." "You're right, Sal. Go get us some coffee. If they didn't make any, make it and don't let them complain that you're taking up room in the galley." The two hostesses were working furiously to prepare the lunch. I noticed that both were very uncomfortable. When they looked at me with an almost pleading stare, I asked, "What's up, Girls? You don't look very much like the friendly skies today." The older of the two said, "I know CS&S doesn't do this, but those assholes think we're some kind of sexual entertainment. I don't know who they are, but I think you need to be in there when we serve or one of those jerks is going to eat a steak knife." "Get the food ready and let me tell John." I advised John that we could have a potential criminal problem if the girls were attacked. He agreed and said he would contact the charter office to get some information on the passengers and direction as to how to deal with them. When the coffee was done, I took a cup to John and told him I was going to sit in the cabin to make sure the girls were left alone. I was shocked when I went into the cabin area. Two of the men had one of the passenger women nearly stripped and leaning over the seat sucking on one guy, while the other was standing, fucking her. One of the men sitting noticed me and asked, "Want some of this? We could trade for some of your hostesses' pussy." I told him, "The hostesses are here to serve you food and drinks and to make sure you're safe. They are not entertainment." The two men sitting looked at each other with a 'we'll see' look and went back to fondling the other girl and watching the show in front of them. I turned when one of the hostesses poked my shoulder. She said, "The food's ready. Do you think you can get them to sit?" I made the announcement; "Your luncheon is ready, so if you could finish up and take your seats, the hostesses will serve you. May I make the suggestion the young lady straighten her clothing." Man, these people were not my style. The guys buckled up and zipped up, while the girl pulled her dress up to cover her top. She ran her hand up between her legs while she adjusted her skirt, and came out with a gooey hand. She licked it and offered it to the other girl who gave it a lick. I was about to direct her to the lavatory to wash her hands, but she just licked them off and used one of the drink napkins to dry her hands. I told the girls to serve and watched as they did a good job of avoiding grabby hands. The meal went okay and fairly fast. The girls cleared the tables and offered coffee, but the passengers only wanted more booze. I told the hostesses to secure everything in the galley before serving drinks and to pour the coffee out, as we might be able to find some turbulence. I picked John's cup up and gave it to the hostesses, telling them to tell us when they were buckled in. When I got back in the right seat, I told John what I was thinking. While I searched for the inversion under the jet stream, John called to change our flight plan. We began lowering our altitude and John announced over the intercom, "Folks, we are approaching some severe turbulence and it would be a good idea to buckle up tight and hold on to whatever you may be drinking. Please remain seated and buckle up." We found the shear all right. We bounced like a dribbling basketball for the last half-hour flying into Chicago. Fortunately, none of the passengers got sick, but they were all pale when we helped them off the aircraft. One of the men even thanked us for getting us there in one piece. John asked if we were to wait to fly them home and the man answered, "No, we'll stay a few days. We might just go back commercial. Thank you anyway." No sweat off our backs, as we were going to be paid for the roundtrip anyway. The two hostesses hugged John when the passengers were gone, and thanked him for getting them out of a jam. He said, "Don't thank me, thank Sal. He's the one who made the suggestion to find some rough skies. All I did was follow directions." I received the attention of the two girls, as they said, "Maybe we could entertain you two in the cabin the way those guys wanted." With a laugh, I said, "Considering my family at home, I think I'm well taken care of at this time." That got me another hug for being honest about my family status. The senior hostess said, "Come sit at the tables and we'll have our lunch before we go home. We shorted them enough food to feed us. It smells delicious." John had left the Auxiliary Power Unit on, so the girls had power to make us some coffee that we enjoyed after the delicious meal. John used his cell phone to call home when we were done to tell the charter office that we were deadheading back. John told me to get into the left seat so he could goof off on the way home. I knew better, but buckled up in the Captain's position. We were soon flying home at a high smooth altitude. The hostesses had time to clean everything up and put the dishes in the service carts. With the cabin and galley clean, John and the girls chatted in the cabin while I drove us home. We checked in at the charter desk and I turned my jacket, shirt, and tie in. I was going to have to get more pants to keep in my locker. The charter service kept clean starched shirts, the jacket, and hat cleaned and in the locker. All I had to do was keep pants, socks, and shoes to be ready. No one was home when I got there, so I went to the patio and found Steve playing with my boys. He and Mercy were on the floor with them, making noises and tickling them. I watched them, knowing how much they must have enjoyed all the babies they had. When I got down with them, Steve said, "Heard you flew a charter that turned out to be one for some of our local goons. According to DeDe, you were able to keep them quiet by finding some bad weather. Good thinking, Sal." As we played, Steve commented, "I also heard you finished your motorcycle license endorsement. Go put some jeans on and we'll do a little run after supper. Hap said we were supposed to go over to a party in St. Pete, so make sure the women who want to go with you are ready and dressed for the rowdies. If you don't take your sidecar, other women can ride behind Sandy, Mandy, or Stormy. We always have an extra seat or two." I changed into some jeans and pulled a heavy denim jacket from the closet. I was going to have to make a trip to the Salvation Army or Goodwill store to find a leather jacket. I seriously doubted that I would need leather pants or chaps since I didn't think I'd want to ride in the cold. A horse at five to ten miles an hour is one thing, but a motorcycle at over sixty is cold, brrrr. I noticed a walkway from our steps back to a building behind the house when I went outside. Behind the house was what looked like a metal Quonset hut that was similar to Steve's. There were keys in the door, so I opened the big door and looked inside. The movement activated the overhead lights that showed a white interior and white floor with the S&S logo in the center. One wall had a workbench with electrical outlets all along the back. Wow, this was nice. I immediately pulled the motorcycle with sidecar back to the building and pushed it in backwards to make it easy to get out. I needed some cleaning materials, but other than that, this building was ready. I might want to get some tools so I could tighten all of those nuts that might work loose. I kept thinking of things until I decided that I would check with Steve to see what I needed. I knew the twins had bicycles and Garth might have one too. I wonder where they are. They will have to get them and store them in the new shed. I locked my new shop up, put a key on my key ring, and hung the rest of the keys on the pegs by the door where all the vehicle keys were kept. The ladies didn't use their cars that much, since they used carts most of the time. Even the gym and grocery store trips were done in carts, and usually together. I had seen the five women go over to the Quality Wear building together many mornings. We might have too many carts now that they lived together, as well as worked at the same location. I found Steve at the bar when I went into the patio and walked over to him. "Thanks for the great shop shed, Steve. That place is incredible. The lights even came on automatically when I went in. What a great place to keep my motorcycles." "Glad you like it, Sal. I wish there was more I could do for you, considering you've given us some gifts that keep on giving and will keep giving for a long while." "You don't need to give me anything, Steve. You've been a great friend, in addition to being a great boss. I actually don't think of you as a boss, but as a leader. You lead all of us to be better and to make the companies better. One thing, though, I need some tools, oils, and cleaning things, and I could use some suggestions. I'll make a Walmart and auto parts store run tomorrow to pickup what I need. I need a couple of those oil pads you keep under your bikes too. The floor is sealed, but I would hate to get oil on that beautiful floor." Steve laughed, "You should see how dirty they get the floors at work every day, but the floors are all cleaned up again when the day is done, waiting for us the next day. It's like your desk at work. You straighten it and have your work laid out each night. You're ready to go to work when you come in." I was having a beer when I heard a bike roar up outside and stop. Chuck and Mercy came in dressed ready to ride. Another bike came up a few minutes later, and Hap walked in with his lady. It became a procession as Stormy came, followed by others. As we were all eating wings, barbecued ribs, chicken, and some hot tenders, Tiny took the microphone and told everyone there. "We don't have a big gathering tonight, and we didn't plan one, but it's Friday and all of us are ready for the weekend. I want to announce that I'm heading out early in the morning to go fishing. As many, up to twenty, who want to come along are welcome. We'd have to get another boat after that. The other thing is that the air charter service passed a milestone this week, chartering our two hundred thousandth aircraft. We do cheat a little because we have rentals for instruction, but that is still one hell of a big number. Steve now wants to say something." Steve took the microphone and began, "We made two more big deals for our drone and the new weapon system this week. I'm telling you this as the dollar amounts this week are almost double what they were when we sold to the first two big companies. You know how that was going to affect you as we blew the roof off out here. We're just going to gloat that the company just made a bunch of money and we had hardly any costs involved this time. Let's hear it for our R&D department that includes Sal's programmers." Everyone applauded as I wondered how much the contracts must be for. If they did over a billion before, how much was this one going to be worth? That's incredible. Rita snuggled up to me and said, "I'm not going riding with you tonight, but I want to tell you that I have a reward for you when you get home. I heard Steve arguing with the others about giving you a bonus, but the others thought you might disappear on them if they were to give you more. I spoke up and told them that you were more interested in everyone being successful, not just you. You're still going to get something, but I have no idea what Steve will do. You know you did well, though, don't you?" As we stood there listening, Rita said, "Suki isn't going tonight either, but Marilyn is, and possibly Janet. I don't think Jenny is into motorcycles unless you take the sidecar." "I'll learn to drive that thing, and next time, or during this next week, I'll start taking all of you for rides. I'm learning to ride, so just tell them to be patient." "You're doing great, Sal. You've worked at learning and you're a good rider, according to Charlie. Just stay safe." Charlie and Hank began getting people ready to ride after everyone had eaten. Charlie told me that the rides over the years had gone from just Steve and him, to now over twenty bikes and often more. It was inevitable that the riders would be revving their motors when all the bikes were running, listening to the pure Harley sound of the exhausts. When I brought my bike to the group, Marilyn, wearing a helmet climbed on behind me, and I saw Janet get on behind Sandy. The surprise was Jenny getting on behind Mandy just before we left. I didn't want to ride in the pack and preferred to ride near the back, so I found a place that was good and moved along watching those ahead of me as I had been taught. Hap and Charlie were leading everyone, and Steve was back near me. While riding to Jonah's he was riding his fancy bike with the sexy images within the flames, with his sexy woman, Sue, behind him. In a loud voice, he told me, "We're only going to be here for a few minutes, so if you want a beer, share it with Marilyn. We have one more stop before we go to the party in St. Pete." While Marilyn got us a beer to sip, Millie found me and we had a good time with her woman-handling me as if I was a toy. She kept telling me that her mother would love to play with a cute little Texan. If her mother was anything like Millie, I wanted to meet her. If for nothing else, she would become some fantasy material. It seemed like it was just minutes later that Hap was calling for us to leave. Our group roared from Jonah's and went a few miles to a place called 'The Vanishing Point'. This was the same kind of bar as Jonah's, but with a few more rowdies. The mix was good, but some of the women might have been a little more risqué than I would like. We only stayed long enough to leave half-full bottles behind as the group took off to head across the bay. Our route was over the Howard Franklin Bridge and south on I-275, until we reached the exit where the bar was. The bar seemed to empty as we pulled in, and what appeared to be hundreds of guys and women, mostly wearing vests with patches, came out to greet us. Hap was treated as royalty, so I figured he must have an affiliation with the group, considering that he was wearing a vest with the same patches. I noticed Stormy was also wearing a vest like Hap's. Steve and Sue were equally treated as royalty, because a girl came out with special drinks just for Sue and Shawna. Marilyn talked to one of the girls in a "Property of" vest and was able to get us a beer to share. I was a little apprehensive about drinking much and riding. I still didn't fully know my abilities, and figured I should be careful. Marilyn and Janet traded places while we were there, and Janet was soon being very amorous with me, telling me that she was going to be a good back seat rider. I think she had already reached her drinking capacity. I managed to get us a couple of Cokes while the fun was going on, to see if I could straighten Janet out. Marilyn told me that Janet was a cheap date and often got this way with only a couple of beers. She did say that Janet would remain manageable and able to function, although she did get a little funny. Steve came to me around eleven, and said, "Some of us are going back. Do want to stay or go with me now?" "I'm ready, Steve. I think it would be good to head home." I thanked those that seemed to be in charge for letting us enjoy their party with them. They all assured me that any friend of Hap's and Steve's was a friend of theirs. That was a nice thing for them to say. Those that didn't want to stay mounted up and conservatively rode back across the Howard Franklin Bridge, then north through the streets until we were on the home stretch to the park. We all pulled up to the patio when we arrived. There were a few people still around the bar, and a few of those that rode back with us went inside. Some rode their bikes home instead of staying. Janet seemed to have had a remarkable sobering up as we got off the bike. She was smiling and bouncing as if on speed. When Shawna and Charlie approached us, Janet asked, "Are you all going up to the tub?" Charlie said, "That's what I wanted to ask. You haven't been up there yet, have you, Sal?" "No, not yet, Charlie." He smiled at me and said, "I think Marilyn, Janet, and Jenny might want you to take them up there. Are you up for a little crazy fun?" Jenny came over and hugged me. She said, "Do it; Rita and Suki know we're going to go play in the tub. We can't go if you don't go with us." Steve came by and said, "Come with us and enjoy yourself; this might be an eye opener for you." I asked Jenny what I should do if I wanted to go. Get a swimsuit? What? It was Marilyn who told me, "We'll go get out of these clothes and get a robe. Go get some beer in a bag and we'll follow these folks up there." Shawna hugged me and said, "You won't be disappointed, Sal. You'll have a good time." Shawna's friend, Hanna, kissed me on the cheek and told me, "I get to give you the taste test."' Janet and Jenny began giggling. We went to the house, quietly got undressed, then put robes and sandals on. We ended up walking with Steve and Sue who were accompanied by the tall Kathy. Tiny and Ruth joined us as we neared the pool area. The sign gave the hours of operation, and it stated underneath that activities outside of normal hours were the responsibility of the participants. That was vague. The robes were hung on the fence as the girls approached the tub. The guys were following and doing the same. Jenny hung back with me and helped me take my robe off. I was entranced watching all of the exposed flesh and giggling females. The tub was huge, as it had to be, to accommodate everyone. I thought it was funny the way that couples instantly began mixing and matching. The women began calling Charlie 'Stump', and Tiny became 'Tongue'. Steve was 'Whopper' while Hank and Jim shared 'Eveready'. Hands started groping everywhere when the bubbles began. I was barely wet when a very large breasted Sue came and smashed her treasures into my chest. She kissed me and said, "I want some of you before your women get it all. All I've heard is how well you're built and how good you love. Give it to me, Sal." Oh my, this was Sue, my boss' wife. I would have hesitated, but my women already had me up and Sue found the spot and pushed down. My oh my, she was snug. We thrust and banged until I picked her up and put her on the side of the tub. I gave her a dozen strong lunges until she groaned loud enough for Shawna to come to find out what was happening. Sue moaned, "Oh, that was so good, Sal. You're like Steve and get in there deep. Whew, I think I need some of my stud now, or maybe 'Stump' would be good." Shawna didn't give Sue a chance to unsheathe; she just pushed her off and climbed on. The little redhead was a vixen and had hips that were energized. She almost made me blow, but I held on as it looked like there were more women to play with than there were men to play with them. The older, but super sexy, Ruth was next. She had some super big, but long, floppy tits that were fun to play with. She also was easy to get off. After her, I found Kathy leaning back with her eyes closed. Since she was sitting on the side of the tub, I dove into her fuzzies and found out that they were soaked. The way she responded made it all right, but she called me Steve until I came up and kissed her with a messy face. She moaned, "Oh, you sneaky fucker. You were doing what Steve does to me. Fuck me, big boy, get that cock in there, and spread me open." After the busty Kathy, I finally had opportunity to play with the popular Jenny. She was doing her thing, squirting all over anyone who would fuck her, eat her, or rub her off. The woman seemed to have an endless supply of juices. I helped her squirt until I was tapped on the back by Steve who wanted to play with her. I cuddled with Marilyn, who said she thought that she might have had enough for tonight. When I reminded her that I had not had the opportunity, she hugged me and said, "Take me, Sal; make me your woman tonight. I need you to be my last." While I loved Marilyn, Janet came and helped me love her. When she was more than done, I switched to Janet and plowed her until she moaned that she also had enough. I was sitting on the edge of the tub with my stiffy waving in the breeze. I was thinking that I had made the rounds when Debbie and Hanna showed up in front of me. Debbie asked, "Give me a few strokes to get me off, and then you need to wet Hanna's tonsils. Get it in and plug me with what you're packin', Sal." Debbie, the other redhead, was about as wild as Shawna, but she wore out fast. It was probably because she had been active with the other guys before me. When she slipped off me, Hanna was right there sliding her mouth down on me. Now this lady had a talent. Her mouth and throat were magic and I knew she was going to get what none of the other women got tonight. She pulled off me and came up to kiss me, saying, "I feel your balls full of what I want. Give it to me, Sal, let me taste you." It didn't take but another minute or so before I was pumping what she wanted into her mouth. She moaned and thrashed as she orgasmed from sucking a load from me. These were some horny women. We all were sitting back in the tub with our own women next to us, when Steve said, "Welcome to a tradition, Sal. Your brother, sister, and in-laws have already been up here with us. According to Tiny, your mom and dad also enjoyed the fun up here. All of us men are going to have to take some vitamins if you bring all these women up here. They are a horny bunch. Jenny was sitting on my lap and told everyone, "Janet and Marilyn are a couple of horny critters, and they get me so worked up that I can't help but get off. We'll get Sal up here with us more often now. He is finally getting with the program around here." Sue told us all, "I think it's great to have Sal. He feels so much like Steve that I think I'll need a private party with the two of them to make my mind up." Kathy was equally talkative. "I was Steve's first here, and didn't hang around long enough. When I came back, all I could think about is Steve and his wonder maker and 'Stump'. My goodness those things are whoppers." Steve said, "Okay, Girls, enough comparisons. It's time for bed. Tomorrow is your show-off breakfast where you know you want to get us revved up, don't you?" There were giggles all around. Jenny, Janet, Marilyn, and I went to bed and snuggled up with Rita and Suki. Suki gave me a kiss and told me, "Be ready in the morning, Stud. I need you." Rita backed up into me, then grabbed and massaged me to be firm enough to slide into her, where she held me as we fell asleep. Saturday morning was as sexy as Suki promised. Between Rita and Suki, I was wrung out by the time we made it to the patio. The babies were as fed and happy, as I was fed and happy. This was a strange place. I was able to view those that I had played with the night before through translucent material. The only mention of our activities was by Hanna, who came up to me and whispered to me, "You taste great, Sal. I loved getting all of that from you. I'm going to be begging your women for more of that. Will you give it to me?" I would have been fine telling her no, but Rita was there and agreed with Hanna. "He does taste wonderful, doesn't he? Not sour, but sweet and rich tasting. I have to say I've never tasted anything like that before." Oh shit, do I have to listen to this? Hanna cocked her head in thought as she said, "Now that you say it like that, I don't think I've had any that tasted that good either. Anyway, I want more, and I'll gladly empty your guy any time I can." I said, "What will Jim say about this?" "Oh, he knows how I have to have a few loads every day. Steve, Tiny, Charlie, and Hank all help, but their women want what they have too. Poor Jim has to give me a double dose all the time and never gets any pussy, except that he was a glutton last night and couldn't even give me my breakfast." I had to laugh at how ridiculous that sounded. Jenny just leaned over and said, "Suki could be like that. You know how she loves to just lay there and suck you. She smiles and swallows when you come, then begins all over again. I don't think Hanna is all that unique." Maybe not, but it sure seemed unusual to me. Tiny and several of the men had taken off early to go fishing. I didn't think I was going to fly today, but I did want to go to Walmart. I had five women and two babies loading up into an Expedition to go with me when I voiced my intentions. Saturday is not the day to go shopping at Walmart, as it is packed. We were able to enjoy all of the great Walmart people as we went from department to department, loading up a couple of baskets. Rita told me, "You're going to have to come up here with the kids. The twins would love it, and I know Garth would. Grenaline, Niki, Donna, and even Jeff would probably have a good time getting stuff they need or want. Make a plan and bring them up, Sal." I suppose they were my kids by default now. The twins and Garth are calling me 'Dad' and meaning it. Donna is moony-eyed with me all the time, and loves to sit with me and hold hands. That's almost embarrassing. Niki and Grenaline sit on my lap all the time and constantly tease me. They are just teasing, and I know that. I would make a plan to bring them shopping with me together. We bought some snacks, as well as some milk for our refrigerator. The kids sometimes enjoyed having a bowl of cereal at home instead of going to the patio. We haven't cooked a meal in our new house so far, but we're going to have to do that one of these days. Eating at the patio wasn't required, but we always seemed to end up helping to prepare the meal, then eating there. Chili and hot wings were what was for lunch on Saturday. I was enjoying myself when Kathy came out and said, "How about giving me a ride in your sidecar. I know what Steve's is like, but I'd like to see if there's a difference." "I haven't taken that bike out with anyone in the sidecar yet, Kathy. It might not be safe to ride with me yet." "Bullshit, Sal, you were a good rider last night, and I'm sure you will be today. Come on, take me for a ride up to the Florida Bar and back. There's even a pig roast at Jonah's that you should go to." "Okay, we'll ride up to the Florida Bar and back. I need to include some of the other women if I go to Jonah's." "Deal, go get your bike." As soon as I had the bike with the sidecar out, Kathy had slid in and Rita had climbed on behind me. They both said, "Let's roll." I rode up to the Florida Bar, but went past it on up to highway fifty-two and turned around. I asked if Kathy really wanted to stop as we neared the Florida Bar again on the way back. She said she was fine to go home, but she might want another ride another day. Steve came out as I parked the bike by the patio, and said, "We should go down to Jonah's for their pig roast. Go see if your women want to go." My women soon had made arrangements for our two boys, and I had five women with only two places for them to ride. Sandy and Mandy were up for riding as their men were fishing. That still looked like I had one person too many. Janet and Suki solved the problem. Janet got in the sidecar, then Suki got in and sat between her legs. The two were small enough for an easy comfortably fit. They would have been fine if Janet didn't constantly pinch Suki's leaky nipples. With Rita behind me, Marilyn and Jenny behind Sandy and Mandy, a group of us went down to Jonah's to eat some pig and scarf up on black beans and rice. I had a beer, but only one, as I worried that I could make a mistake with three of my women riding with me, two of them mothers of our kids. Actually all of them were mothers to our kids, but the two infant boys' moms were special to me. I was familiar with a lot of the people we had been meeting at Jonah's by now. The association with the people at the park put me and us into a separate group. I think everyone wished that they could be a part of us out there. They could if they would move out there. I think they would have been welcome even if they didn't. Back at the patio that night, Charlie, Jim, Hank, and Tiny were organizing a hot tub adventure, but I didn't want that again so soon. I got a feeling from the ladies that they didn't either, so we passed. I was almost surprised to hear that Steve and family passed as well. My ladies made me the king of the pile, and all of them gave me more than I possibly could have had at the tub. They did prove that I was special to each of them. I know I was locked in with Rita and Suki, and felt as if Jenny would hang on to me forever, but I didn't always feel that close to Janet and Marilyn. Their kids wanted to be my kids, but the moms might have wanted someone they could call their own. I gave each of them a special kiss, knowing that they could be gone at any time. I thought of how special this was, as I lay with Rita on one shoulder, Jenny on the other, and tiny Suki sleeping on my chest. Having five women was more than anyone could imagine. That all five would be complete and want to stay is even more surprising. But I had the three touching me at that moment, and knew those three were special. There was Suki, the tiny, gorgeous, but cute darker skinned beauty, who had a tinkling laugh and wonderful sense of humor. She was almost always in my mind, reminding me of how special she was. She was now the mother of my son, Trey. Her daughter, Niki, openly displayed her love for me and sometimes too openly. She didn't mean to embarrass me, but her hormones would often drive her to more dramatic actions. You just had to love Suki and Niki. Rita was the first of the group that I met. The twins were a handful and more, but wonderfully loving and wanting to be adults, as all young teens do. Rita was super smart and had the classic type A personality that brought her respect wherever she went. That she became the mother of Deuce, my first son, was very special. I wondered if our genes would produce an exceptional child. Only time would tell. There was never a question with Rita that the two of us were forever linked. I think she felt it too. Then there was Jenny. Super sexy, super attractive, Jenny easily came to mind. She could win a beauty contest even at her age, without ever combing her thick brown hair. She wasn't heavy chested, but her body gave off a sexiness that must have driven thousands of men to go hide in the corner and beat off. She was beautiful. What made Jenny so precious was her love of each of her fellow ladies and me. She displayed her love for all of us every day, and in every way that she could. Jenny was like a puppy dog wanting to please us all the time. You had to love her, as she, Rita, and Suki unconditionally loved each other in turn. Again, I didn't really feel how Marilyn and Janet felt. I continued to lie there thinking of the five women until I was sound asleep. Primary Editing by Pepere Helicopter and Legal Eagle Guru, Rotorhead Proofing and Continuity by Sagacious Last one through - Deenara2000 ------- Chapter 24 Sunday morning brought some new insight. I was up and sitting in our kitchen when Marilyn came in to give me a hug. She looked up at me and said, "You know Sal, I sometimes think I'm an idiot for being one of five women who are sucking up to you for your love. Then I realize how much you really love all of us and I know I'm doing the right thing. The way Garth looks up to you and calls you 'Dad' makes my heart sing. I thought that I might abandon these other fickle four, but I do love you, Sal, and want to be a part of our love for each other. Forgive me for having second thoughts." I hugged the very attractive lady to me and kissed her forehead as she wept on my chest. She was able to come out of it and sat up, asking, "How about some coffee at home before we invade the patio." With my smile, she got busy making coffee. That answered one of my questions from last night. Janet and Donna came from Donna's room and walked up to me. They both gave me warm hugs, but it was Donna who brought my head down to hers and gave me a passionate kiss. When our lips parted, Janet pulled my head to hers, and kissed me with enthusiasm that I hadn't felt from her before. She said to me, "I love you, Sal. Donna does too, but she knows that you are mine and will remain mine. She knows that you are special and wants some of that specialness. If you ever decide to love my Donna the way you love me, you not only have my permission, you'll also have my help. How could I ever deny my daughter the same pleasure that you give me?" Donna snuggled into my arms and whispered, "I know I shouldn't tempt you, and I'll try not to. Gin thinks getting you worked up over us is funny, but I don't want to get you worked up; I want you to make love to me even if it's probably wrong. If there's anyone that you need to worry about, it's Niki, because she thinks that you're some kind of God. I love you, Sal, and I love what you've done for my mom. We are happier right now than we have been since I was in kindergarten. Mom and I both love you, Sal, so keep us, love us, and don't let us go. I'm going to be a nurse soon and make you proud one of these days." "You already make me proud, Donna. I love your mom and I love you, but in different ways, I love you the way of a parent should. You're a precious person to me and I want you to be happy with yourself through every step of your life. Relax, be yourself, and enjoy, Donna." Janet hugged me to her and whispered, "Thank you, Sal. The way you talk to her is so special. I know she is moved when you do. I know I am." Life is good. I was holding a mother and daughter whom I loved and cared for, but I was being offered a cup of coffee by a grinning Niki. Donna said, "See, I told you she would be the one to want to influence you." Niki just grinned at all of us, and reached up and pinched one of Donna's nipples. "Ow, Niki, what was that for?" "For telling Sal that I was going to get into his pants. Just stay out of it and let me get what I want."' The way she said what she did was meant to be funny, and I took it that way. I was laughing hard enough for Janet and Donna to get down. Niki was still standing in front of me with her hands on her cocked hips as she looked at me with inviting eyes. I announced to them all, "Okay, Girls, enough hurting each other. If anyone is going to pinch nipples, it's going to be me." I shouldn't have said that, because in seconds I had the twins, Grenaline, Donna, and Niki holding their shirts up inviting me to pinch their nipples. "Okay, okay, I meant that I didn't want you guys hurting each other. You're all inviting, but I'm not about to start doing things like that." "Oh, Sal," I heard from the twins in unison. Gin and Niki giggled, and Donna gave me a smoldering look that meant that I needed to pay attention. The mothers were now in the kitchen, laughing. Jeff and Garth were observing with their mouths open. Jeff broke us up with his comment, "Man, this is better than the Saturday nightie show. What do you think, Garth, was that a sight or what?" Garth blushed bright enough that if we could have preserved the energy, we could have lit the park up for a month. We went to the patio for Sunday breakfast. While eating, I heard Donny say something about the programmers working nonstop on something, and had not been out of the lab since Thursday. Uh, oh. They were not following directions, but I also knew that if they thought they were on the edge of something, they would continue until it either proved impossible or it was a reality. I went for my cart and rode straight to the lab. The security guard rolled his eyes when I asked if they had asked for breakfast. I observed four men inside the programming room, Sandy and his three programmers sitting, staring at a screen that showed a continuous string of dots. That meant that a program they had run didn't work. It didn't compile correctly and it wasn't going to without some help. I yelled, "Hey!" Four startled men looked up at me. "I gave you instructions on how to work, and this isn't part of it. All of you get out of here this instant, go to the patio where you will eat, have some coffee, then go home, take a shower, and go to bed. No one will think of work until tomorrow morning and only then will you tell me what you were working on. After that, you're banished to the beach, bar, or any beauties you can talk into bed. Now get." I reviewed what they had been working on and saw that they were looking for a way to remotely trigger enemy SAMs and misdirect them. That would be a hell of a tool for an attack fighter bomber. Actually, it would be significant for any aircraft flying within a zone where anti-aircraft weapons might be launched. I ran the program with tracking three times to see what they had missed. I sensed the problem was with insufficient input variables, so I set the parameters to look at more information and ran it again. It was closer, but still no cigar. I watched as the program used all of the input, then reacted, but it didn't or wouldn't avoid the SAMs. We needed to have more anticipation that was tied to the SAM and the response attack on the launch site. The constantly changing conditions as the weapon was fired caused the SAM to respond at the same time that the drone fired to neutralize the SAM and SAM launch site. That information had to be computed, locked in, and used to fire within two seconds. That is close. It could be done, but we would have to make a bunch of assumptions that should be correct, but no one would know right away. War is like that though, as you sometimes knew exactly what the enemy was doing and you sometimes didn't. I rewrote the program to update every millisecond, while gathering continuous information, until the final predetermined firings. As soon as we knew a SAM was going to be launched, we would continuously input data right up to and including the point of firing at the SAM and the emplacement where it was fired from. I ran the program through about five times and made notes as to what I did. The guys had come upon one hell of a defensive problem, and had solved it except for a couple of minor items. I'll bet they would be pleased that I found the missing link when they came back in the morning. Since this was Sunday, I washed and polished the cars, carts, and now the motorcycles. I was cleaning my mess up when Sandy Flowers and the three programmers pulled up in his cart. He walked up to me as if he was ready to pick a fight. "Damn, Sal, don't do all of our work for us. We would have found it, but you walk in, figure out what we're doing, see the problem, and rewrite the code to make it work. If you can do that, what the fuck are we here for?" I looked at Sandy and the men, and then said, "My job is to keep you men working intelligently. Working nonstop from Thursday thru Sunday morning isn't intelligent. Even I would become inefficient after being awake for that long. My job is to keep you men fresh and productive. You are precious minds for us to use, and we will no longer have you to use if you mistreat those minds and bodies." Sandy told me, "Okay, I'll agree with you, but we sometimes need to figure things out on our own. Let us do that and finish something, Sal. You're constantly coming in, finding the error, and rewriting a program that works while we're still trying to compile our code. Give us a chance to finish it, okay?" "I will, if you will work within the hours I set for you. Now, take that program to the next level and figure how to get all of that code inside the minimal memory size that we've been allotted. I'll check on you, but I won't be here for a week or so." I heard Sandy grumble that I would still have ears and eyes over the entire complex. I might, but I didn't know how to access that. I reminded them, "Do what Steve always tells me. Work your normal hours and don't screw with your intelligence by overdoing it. Work a regular day, then go enjoy some relaxation. You should know that we might start going to lunch and the gym each day to make sure you guys stay in shape." There were groans from four men. I told them, "Just think how happy your women will be with your renewed vigor. Now go enjoy the rest of your Sunday, and only do what I told you to do tomorrow; no more all-nighters unless I'm there with you." I told Sandy to hang back for a second. When the others were gone I told him, "Relax, Sandy; you and the guys are worth your weight in gold. Steve is making me take a vacation, and if you guys keep this up, I'll do the same with you. Don't overdo it, because I meant what I said. You and your men are too valuable to mistreat." "I, uh, we want to be the best, Sal. We want to be like you and be able to see everything at once like you do. This is important to us, Sal, so we're probably trying too hard." With a smile, I said, "I understand, Sandy. I also always felt inferior, and made sure that I tried harder than anyone else. I'm ecstatic at the way you and the men have produced, and gave you a project that will take all of your expertise to complete, but you guys found or thought you found a solution to the reactive response for SAMs. You were on the right path, but the solution was to gather more information within milliseconds of the SAM launch. Your next task is to shrink the program to fit, or redesign the hardware to make it fit. Enjoy doing that, then get on the project I wanted you guys to work on." Sandy shook his head, "This is just like in school; you were always teaching even when you were chewing us out. It's tough to stay pissed at you, Sal. I try, but even the guys see your point. We'll shrink this, then do your project." Sandy walked around Steve's house to get to the patio, where I figured his wife, the other Sandy, would be waiting. Jeff came out of the house and up to me, "Okay, Sal, or will you listen if I call you 'Dad'?" I had to grin at the tall, good-looking kid. Jeff continued, "When can we leave for Costa Rica, and what kind of aircraft can we take?" "Look at who will be going. We have the five women, you six kids, and the two babies, fourteen of us all together. What aircraft is going to work for us?" "I've been thinking that we could use a Gulfstream. Actually, any that are available would be good." I told Jeff, "We might want to circulate among the group on the patio to see if anyone else wants to travel with us. We might need a bigger aircraft and I just happen to know that we just recently took in a real nice 737-300C in a luxury configuration on consignment." Jeff excitedly told me, "Heck, Sal; if you take that, I'll ride and you can get someone else to fly." "Well, let's see who wants to go down there for a week to ten days, and we'll go from there. You know we can always take a 19 seat King Air. That would handle everyone, plus some extras." "Oh yeah, Sal, I didn't think of that one because that would be a long slow flight, wouldn't it?" I had to agree, "Not bad, but I think a little less time in the air would be a bonus." Jeff headed to the patio and I went inside to use the PC in the office to see if Mom and Dad were home. It took only a second to log onto Mom's kitchen PC. Sure enough, Grandma and Mom were making something. I softly said, "What are you making, anything good?" Grandma jumped and grabbed her chest as Mom turned to the computer, laughing. You have to be more careful with your grandmother, Sal. She's not used to you sneaking up on us." "Sorry, Grandma, sorry, Mom, I wanted to give you a call and see how you guys were." Grandma said, "You know there are things called telephones that you could use to announce yourself." "I know, Grandma, but you'll see me if you turn to the computer screen on Mom's counter." Grandma took in a quick breath, "Can you see us the same way?" "Yes, Ma'am, I can. I can't smell what you're cooking, but it looks good." Mom dryly said, "How long before you invent smell-o-vision over the computer." I laughed, but considered the idea. "Not practical, Mom. It would take too much hardware to define the contents of the air." Mom laughed and said to Grandma, "See what your grandson says when you ask him a ridiculous question. He's as bad as your son, his dad." "Hey, you two, I wanted to ask you if you wanted to go down to Costa Rica with me. I'm going to fly down this coming week for seven to ten days. Do you want to go? We can either stay at a fancy resort or a big home on the island. Chuck even has a big condo on the Costa Rican mainland." "Who will pay for all this, Sal?" Mom was always conscious of what the price tag was. "It's kind of a reward for the work I've been doing, Mom. Even if Steve wasn't paying for it, the bonus he gave me would cover it multiple times. How about it, do you two want to go to an exotic resort for a visit?" Mom said, "Let us talk to the men about it, and we'll get back with you. Call back this evening and use the living room PC. I'll make sure it's on and the camera is focused on the couches." "Okay, Mom. I hope you guys can get away for a while. It should be fun." When I went to the patio, Charlie was organizing a work weekend out at Duke's for two weeks from this weekend. That would work for the family to go to Costa Rica and be back in time to participate. I told Charlie all about the trip, and he said that it should work out. He said he already had about twenty volunteers, but most importantly, he had Jonah supplying food and Steve supplying cold beer. The cleanup detail should be a good party. I spoke with each of the ladies to get their wants and desires regarding the upcoming trip. They all seemed to prefer the quiet home on the hill of the main island rather than the resort. Jenny told me, "Brandy showed us pictures of both the main island and home. The way she talks about those people makes me want to stay there. Chuck's lady, Julie, says she's going with us, since she always needs to visit her old homestead. We need to get more info on her and what she meant." Abe came up to us and said, "Alice and I would like to come if you guys have room. Mark said he had room for us to stay with him while we visited. What do you think; will there be enough room on the plane?" I told Abe, "We will have enough room even if we have to take a 737. You're welcome to come with us. Make sure we're not leaving anyone behind, Abe." Steve joined me at the bar while I had a scotch with Jenny, Marilyn, and Janet. He said, "You guys could take a prize winner with you, and they could have an extra day or so for their vacation prize. They'll stay at the resort and you won't see them after you land. I did want you to talk to Chuck's Italian father-in-law, since he might want to go down there for a visit. He has some friends who work for the resort down there. That would mean you would be taking Giovanni and Mesa, his sister or wife, whatever she is." I smiled at Steve and said, "Well, we've gone from the Phenom 300, to the Gulfstream, to the 737. Is there anyone else that wants or needs to go?" Steve said, "Just check around, you never know. I think we could almost have a shuttle between here and there if we planned it." The time was right after supper, so I went back to my home office and logged in to the living room computer. I said 'Ding' loud enough for all of them to hear. Grandma smiled and said, "Much better, Sal. You didn't scare me to death this time." "Okay, everyone, what's the deal? Who wants to go to Costa Rica with me?" All four adults raised their hands and simultaneously said, "I do." I laughed, they laughed, then Mom said, "I already called your charter office to get a ride to Tampa or where you are. We're getting a ride at three tomorrow afternoon on a plane that's coming back from Los Angeles. The girl on the phone said we would have to play chess with the hostess on board, but there would be some food left for us if we wanted it." "You guys fly first class, don't you?" I was laughing at how fast Mom had picked up on what CS&S would do for them. Dad said, "Only because we have a genius son who is creating weapons to keep the world safe. Thank you, Sal; I'm excited to go to Central America." Mom said, "Your grandfather and grandmother have decided that we want to stay at the resort. Would you make reservations for us? We don't have to have a prestigious room, just a regular room close to the water." "Mom, all the rooms are close to the water, and all of the suites are the same. There are no small rooms and there are no suites that are bigger than the others. The top floors suites are supposed to be able to be connected together when big families like Steve's or Chuck's go, but every suite is the same." Grandma surprised me when she asked, "Can you find out what movie stars are going to be there while we're there? I'd love to see them up close and casual." It was Granddad who turned the tables, "Me too, Sal. I want to see those starlets in those tiny bikinis. If I can talk her into it, I'll get Minnie to go to the nudie beach. She would turn some heads, I tell ya. She could be one of those what do you call it, cats, oh yeah, cougars." Poor Gramps, he was punched very soundly by his wife of nearly sixty years. Dad was laughing, but received a severe look from Mom. Dad said, "I suppose your mother has forgotten the good times we had at your hot tub. I won't forget the sight of her enjoying herself for many years." Dad should have kept his mouth shut, as he received a harder punch than Gramps did. I decided to tell Dad and Mom about the motorcycles. "I had the opportunity to buy a motorcycle to ride the women around on. The deal was so good, that I bought one with a sidecar and one without. I took a safety course and have been riding to make sure I ride correctly. So far so good, and I'm looking forward to giving you a ride on my motorcycle, Grandma." Grandma was grinning, "I used to ride behind your grandfather when he had one of those. He never had a sidecar, but I could enjoy riding in one of those too. You'll have to take me to one of the motorcycle gangster bars with all of the crazy people if we go for a ride." That was from my grandmother. What do you say to that? "I'll do that, Grandma. We'll go drink some beer and be with the great unwashed and crazy bikers." "Good, Sal. I love new adventures." Mom told me, "You better hang up on us quick or you're going to be too busy playing with your grandmother to fly us down to Costa Rica." I was laughing with them as I said, "Okay, I'm out of here and will tell everyone my parents and grandparents are coming with us." I closed the connection and sat thinking how lucky I was to have parents and grandparents like I had. They had been supportive throughout my silly childhood. It was Granddad that taught me how to shoot. He had been the quick draw champion for years. Dad had taught me to ride mustangs and bulls while I was young enough to not mind being thrown so many times. The crazy person was Gram. My grandmother made whips and taught me how to use a bullwhip when I was about ten. I could snatch a cigarette from someone's mouth with a whip by the time I could shoot one of Gramps .45s. My folks were pure Texans, and believed in teaching Texas ways to their offspring. I pulled the drawer on the desk out to gaze at the bullwhip coiled in there. I promised myself that I would get it out soon and enjoy making it snap and pop where I wanted it to. Back at the patio, I told my family who else was coming. It was pleasing to hear all of them excited to have them come. The twins said, "They are like our great-grandparents, right?" I agreed and told them, "They will enjoy getting hugs from you when you're around them. They know you're now my kids, so just help them when you can." I turned to Garth, "You too, Garth. These two folks will give you a whole new perspective on life if you let them. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do." Sunday evening is pizza and wings night. Pizza is delivered twice from Park Place, and wings are grilled on our grill behind the bar. We had some shrimp, in addition to the smoldering wings and tenders, tonight. Kathy was using some of my sister's new sauce and killing people if they just smelled it. Meanwhile, Mercy and Chuck were savoring each mouthful of flamingly good food. Dad and my grandparents would enjoy the flames as much as me, but not many others. I would have to make sure that they all stayed for a Sunday evening meal. Kathy finally began putting wings and tenders on the grill, with only what we considered hardly spicy sauce. She did keep a few killer treats for Mercy, Chuck, Lisa, and me. Chuck got me off to the side of the melee for a second. "While you're down there, Sal, let Mark give you your water wings. You'll have a chance to takeoff and land a few times with an aircraft equipped with pontoons. While you're there, you should also go to my condo in town and visit with my ladies there. They are a super bunch of women who love to entertain my friends. Be sure to take your women or those ladies will make off with you for a week or so." Chuck was almost laughing as he said the last. The visit to Costa Rica had every possibility of being one hell of a good time. I found my ladies mingling with Chuck's many women, talking about the fun they would have down on the island. Chuck's ladies taught mine about what carts were available and where they could go for fun. They clued them in on the big fishing boat manned by women that they could go out on and have a great time. They were also given instructions on where to buy what while they were there. Women have their own priorities and language surrounding those things. When we finally went home for bed, Rita said, "How about taking us up to the tub? The girls will watch the babies for us. Come on, Stud, take us to the tub." We walked up to the tub thinking that we would be the only visitors to the tub on a Sunday night. We hung our robes on the fence, and I flipped the switches to turn the bubbles on as the women got in the big tub. We had just laid back to enjoy the sensation of the Jacuzzi vents when Steve, Sue, Kathy, and Mercy came. They slipped in and lay back to enjoy the bubbles. Charlie and Shawna showed up next, and had the bartender, Denise, with them. I was surprised to see Wes come in with DeDe and Star, then Sandy and Sandy Flowers, and amazed to see Tiny and Ruth show up. The women were the instigators and were constantly telling us guys that we needed some more men to help the configuration. Jenny kissed me and said, "Plug 'em all, Cowboy. We'll wait until we get you home." Rita didn't feel the same way and was soon impaled on me. She found her first orgasm and gave way to Suki who wanted the same. Loving tiny Suki is always fun. She is so demonstrative in her love for me with kisses and intense thrusts. As we parted, I was met by Mercy, who had laughing eyes as she captured me in her special place. The evening kept on until I think I had enjoyed every one of the ladies including a Sandy Flowers twice. The last time was with her husband helping to give her what they called a 'DP'. As we all relaxed, Tiny said, "Now this is the way to enjoy a Sunday evening. What say we get one last drink and piece of pizza before hitting the hay?" We did that as a rowdy enthusiastic group. At one time, I thought Tiny was going to plug Mrs. Sandy Flowers right there on the patio, but he stopped short of insertion. Meanwhile, Sandy was being given enough oral stimulation to make Ruth smile with creamy lips. These people were just short of obnoxious. I love it. At home, all of the women wanted, no, demanded, that I give them all one more personal launch into nirvana. Thank goodness that I was able to perform as they all were being silly in an effort to be demonstrative. Monday morning had the kids packing and the mothers going into work to make sure their responsibilities would be covered. Jeff was out at the airpark making sure the 737 was configured the way we wanted it, and that it was stocked with refreshments for all that were going. I went to the programming offices and made sure the guys were in the right frame of mind to do what I wanted done. I had to caution them that I wouldn't be around to help, but Steve could be checking to make sure they didn't overdo it. My new toys were clean and ready to be ridden, but I didn't have time to play so I locked the shed and put the key on the hook. I made myself a promise to take Grandma for a ride in the sidecar when we got back. I went to the airpark to pick up my parents and grandparents. Both sets were giddy with excitement at the prospect of going to a resort that was exclusively for high hats and movie stars. Jeff was working hard to make sure that he was filing the correct flight plan. It was about twelve hundred miles to Limon, and the aircraft would be cruising at an easy four hundred seventy-five miles an hour, so we would be in the air a little less than three hours. Everyone met after lunch to make sure that we were all together. Sue had a bus for us, so we loaded it up to take us to the airpark. Jeff was already there and going over the aircraft with Jimmy for about the tenth time, but he had the APU up and running this time so that the cabin was cooling off. The luxurious 737 seated everyone and put the younger ones in a rear area so they could be rowdy without disturbing the adults. All of my five women had worked as hostesses at one time or another, so they made sure everyone was buckled in as Jeff and I prepared the aircraft for takeoff. Jeff and I were used to each other and went through the checklist and procedures like clockwork. We were approaching the runway within minutes, requesting permission to access and takeoff. Jeff was telling me, "You and I did the class and simulators on this beast at the same time. You have sure leapfrogged into a very commanding role piloting these aircraft." "I had to, Jeff. I'm supposed to be able to make sure every aircraft the company produces is perfect. I won't know what to look for unless I know how to fly it." As Jeff poured the power on to launch us, I told him, "You'll contribute to the programs too, Jeff. I listen to everything you say. Keep telling me what you feel, as it could be the difference of a millimeter of shape on one of the forward or trailing edges. I have to use a known aircraft like this one to create software for new aircraft." It only took two and three quarter hours to get to our destination. Landing on the island was unique as we didn't expect the sophisticated ILS. We made the call to land as if it would be an unmanned landing strip, but a voice responded and gave us instructions as if we were at a major airport. When we touched down and slowed, we were given a taxiway to get to the terminal. As we parked in front of a man in a bright orange jumpsuit who was marshaling us, a couple of carts came rolling toward us, and a commercial stairway was being rolled up to the door. We completely shutdown and went through the shutdown checklist. Jeff said, "We'll do an exterior check before we leave today." The passengers began getting off, and Jeff and I shook each of their hands. The girls and kids did something different by giving Jeff and me kisses and hugs as they got off. Jeff blushed, but smiled at the kisses he received from Niki and Donna. The ones who blew him away were the twins. Mark was on the tarmac waiting to greet us, and he had a great reunion with Alice and Abe. Mark managed to separate those going to the resort, and showed them the boat shuttle that would take them to check in. I said a temporary goodbye to Mom and Dad, as well as Grandma and Grandpa. I knew they were going to have a great time. We made arrangements to meet them for supper at the resort restaurant. All of those who were going up to the big house loaded into carts for the ride up. I told Mark, "I have to make sure the aircraft is okay and make arrangements for it before I can leave." Mark grinned and said, "Get that lazy character leaning against the door to tow it to that hangar and get your aircraft inside. I'll be back for you in a few minutes." Jeff and I went over the aircraft and were almost done when the lazy guy who had been leaning on the doorway of the hangar came out with a tow motor to pull the aircraft into the hangar. He came to us when it was parked inside, and said, "The inside will be cleaned, and the gray water tanks purged and flushed. Do you want us to wash it for you?" I laughed and said, "If you do, you will be washing the wax off that was put on it yesterday. Thanks for asking, but it's fine. Do make sure the inside is cleaned and all of the refreshments are replaced. We'll try to give you twenty-four hours before departure to prepare the aircraft." The man made note of everything I had said, and then told us, "Chuck Johnson said you were important to the company in the USA and that I was to take care of you. Be sure to tell him that I did exactly that." I patted the man on the back as Jeff and I went out to find Mark waiting on us. Mark took us inside another hangar and showed us a couple of planes with pontoons. He said, "You can both get rated for water while you're here. My son and daughter-in-law are instructors and will get you your endorsements. It never hurts to have another endorsement on your license, especially if you earn it and learn what you're supposed to." I thought Jeff was going to go ballistic with excitement, but he contained himself. Mark gave us a tour on the way up to the big house. He showed us his place and the small village that had been built. I was impressed when he told me all the power used on the island was now generated by wind turbines and solar panels. He also said that the island had what appeared to be an endless supply of natural gas that was flowing freely for them to use. Our luggage had already been taken to our rooms at the big house. I joined all of my family on the porch where I met Mina, the housekeeper and cook, along with her husband, Miguel, a jack of all trades, and like the foreman of the island's inhabitants. Julie was enjoying relaxing on the porch with a giant juice drink, as were my women and the kids. Mina asked, "Mr. Sal, do you want coffee, a juice like the others, or do you want something from the bar?" I looked at Mark and asked, "How about coffee if it's made?" Mina spun around, disappeared, and returned with two coffee mugs. She put one in front of Mark and the other in front of me. Mark told me, "Mina always knows to have coffee available when I come around. I'm kind of a junky." Abe was already drinking some coffee, and asked Mark, "How's that experimental engine holding up in your airplane? I expected you to send it back after you used it for a while so we could check it out, but I haven't seen it." "Well, Abe, I've been doing all of the preventative maintenance on it, but will have to send it to you for a thousand hour teardown, so pack another motor you want me to test and send it down. I use that airplane almost daily. I have pontoons on it now, as well as on the six-place aircraft we brought down. I end up going into Limon in one or the other almost every day." Abe said, "I do have another variation of the engine that you have. It's the same, but a little lighter and a little more powerful. I used a new type of turbo-boost that I've been working on." Mark was smiling in anticipation, "I'll be interested in seeing how it performs." The two began talking about solar panels and wind turbines. Mark said, "I have a couple of solar panels that I want your Geraldine to test for me when you go back. I have them all packaged with my research data. When you test them, you'll see that they are a hell of lot more efficient than anything we have been using. I'll bet Geraldine can improve on the material as my little lab isn't as sophisticated as hers." Mark turned to me, "You might want to look over my research data, Sal. You might be able to sort out some of the materials with your computers. We might not need the turbines if we can increase the current that gets generated from the sun; make the panels more efficient, in other words." The youths wanted to go exploring, so Abe had Miguel get them some carts and an island map. Julie said she would go with them to make sure they saw how the island had fed itself for so long and how it prospered and was now raising food for the resort. I was bushed for some reason, and asked the ladies if one could show me to our room so I could take a short nap. The short nap turned into some gentle loving with Suki. She left me sleeping afterwards, and I had a great nap for a couple of hours. Rita woke me with some kisses and told me, "Why don't you take a shower? It's time to go to the resort to have dinner with your folks. All of us are ready." Rita stood by the door while I showered and shaved, and told me that Mina was going to babysit the boys while we went to the resort tonight. She said that Julie felt Mina was probably the most capable person around to care for the little ones. We traveled to the resort by means of a very nice catamaran that was set up just to make runs to the resort and into Limon. It was very luxurious, with all the trappings for pleasure. A local was piloting the boat and told me that he had been working for Chuck since he began building the resort islands. Mark, Abe and Alice didn't join us, as they wanted to stay at Mark's and enjoy the evening together. Our introduction to the resort was a surprise. The brightly lit beautiful buildings and the presence of resort personnel were everywhere to help and guide visitors. We walked the long path up to the main resort hotel and entered the marble lobby. The place was elegant, with high white ceilings and beautiful plants throughout. We were led toward the dining room where my parents, grandparents, Giovanni and Mesa, and three couples from S&S and Quality Wear were waiting. We were treated like royalty from that point forward. Waiters and waitresses were constantly attending to us asking if we wanted more wine, more water, more coffee, do you want some ground pepper, can we bring more of our homemade bread. This was a first, for me except for a few nice places I had eaten at before, but this place was almost too much. Mom told my ladies that they needed to come over for a day of pampering while we were here as she said they had a spa that was meant to give a lady an entire day of pampering with manicures, pedicures, facials, massages, and special baths. Dad told me that they had a wonderful gym if I wanted to come over and work out as I should. Julie told me, "If you want to work out, Chuck put a small gym in the house. If you want to run, the coast down by the runway is a great place to jog or run. All of the girls listened and were saying they wanted to make sure that we exercised every day. Gramps asked me if I had ever been deep sea fishing. I had to tell him no, so he said to Julie, "You said that Chuck had some kind of boat that he chartered for fishing down here. We can use that or get one of the fishing boats at the resort to take us out. We're going fishing." It sounded like we would be having a lot of activities while we were here. I thought it would be nice to mostly relax and enjoy the pleasant surroundings. Later, when we were motoring back to the big island, we agreed that we wanted to go back to the resort and check out all the facilities. Julie told me that if I played golf, there were several courses that I would enjoy. I told her that it wasn't in my plans, but I did see they had a stable. I thought a ride around the two islands would make for a nice day. The girls, old and young, were excited because they had seen several movie stars, but had not been rude and asked for autographs. I think the resort was an escape for those that wanted privacy and to be left alone. Jeff told me that he was excited to meet Mark's son and daughter-in-law so that he could get his seaplane endorsement. He said to Garth, "You know what, Buddy? Inside, I saw another light sport like we use for training. I think we'll get you some more flight time while we're here. You know that you're going to have a ton of hours by the time you're seventeen. You can solo at sixteen, but you now have to be seventeen to take your exam and get your license." Garth told him, "I know, I read that in the ground school material. I'll make it up though, getting as many logged hours as possible so I can begin instrument school as soon as I get my license." We enjoyed having a drink in the big lounge back at the big house. Julie turned the TV on and found CNN, then Fox News, to see what was going on. She worked the satellite and was able to get one of the Tampa stations. It was almost like being at home. The ladies still with me thought it was time to go to bed. Rita and Suki had already gone up to give the boys some love while nursing them. The four of us came into the big bedroom and found the two mothers still nursing the babies. The babies were already asleep, so Jenny and I picked up and burped the two before laying them in the cribs that had been brought out. We had been told that Chuck's babies had used them when he visited, which was apparently often. We found out that our room was the one that Chuck designed for Steve and his women when they visited. It also served as a great guest room for us. Our loving was soft and tender in this new place tonight. The bed was another oversized one to accommodate several people. We actually had more room here than our huge bed at home. We all fell asleep satisfied and looking forward to some great times together. Primary Editing by Pepere Helicopter and Legal Eagle Guru, Rotorhead Proofing and Continuity by Sagacious Last one through - Deenara2000 ------- Chapter 25 Authors Note: Some technical content of this chapter is based on what is real and has been tested but stretches reality and our imagination. Our first day was spent touring the island and all of Mark's discoveries and improvements. The natural gas discovery was huge and was being piped to Limon for sale. The island had sufficient gas escaping from the field to fuel all of the islands' needs and more. What would normally be burned off out in the water was being diverted to the islands. All of the carts, tractors, and other vehicles had been converted to natural gas. Mark had even been experimenting with a way to fuel the light sport aircraft (LSA) with natural gas. All the boats used on the islands were powered by the free fuel, and Mark was experimenting on how to power the big resort hotel's air conditioning systems with natural gas. The next afternoon, Mark asked me, "Would you be willing to use an engine powered by natural gas to fly from here and Limon and back? We need someone who can swim to test it." Mark then laughed at how ridiculous it sounded. I told Mark, "With the sharks out there, I'll do it for you if you don't leave me in the water more than two hours. Tell me when and I'll be ready." Mark wanted to know if I had my seaplane endorsement, "No Sir, not yet. Steve said I should have one of your kids help me. Jeff wants to get his as well, and if there's enough time, Garth could do his training. I looked it up, and it does require an additional six to ten hours of flight time with multiple takeoffs and landings. There also is a requirement for rough water and crosswind landings." Mark told me, "I can get you through most of it, so let's get this LSA with floats in the water and I'll start you off." I was going to check the fuel while I was doing a preflight, but Mark said, "I put this one away myself and know that it has plenty of fuel." Knowing Mark's meticulousness, I let it go and he directed me into the pilot's seat. The start was normal, but it seemed the throttle was super responsive. We drifted away from the dock and began taxiing to the buoys marking the beginning of the water runway. Mark directed me to gradually increase speed instead of pouring the power on all at once, because this aircraft had a new type of engine that was considerably more powerful. I could feel when the floats started hydroplaning on top of the water and Mark told me to ease back on the stick as the speed increased. The little aircraft smoothly lifted off as we headed south toward the other islands. Mark told me to circle the two islands to get an idea of their size and where everything was. As we came back to the home island, he gave me a westerly heading, telling me I was going to see Limon. We quickly crossed the open water and were soon looking at the coast of Costa Rica. Mark had me stay at five thousand feet to go deeper into the country to see the habitation and jungle that surround the area. We traveled back up the coast until Mark told me that the yacht club was coming up and that we could land there, tie up for a look at Chuck's big fishing boat, and have some ice tea or coffee at the club. We flew over the area so that Mark could point out where I should touch down and where we were going to tie up. I came back around and listened to Mark as we gently flew the plane into the water. Mark had me keep the speed up after we were in the water and gradually bleed the speed off. He advised that if you immediately cut the throttle after touching down, you took the chance of having the floats dig in and you could actually flip over. I taxied to the dock and was surprised to see two young women waiting to tie us up. Mark got out of the aircraft, stepped on the dock, and received hugs from the girls. When I got to the dock, Mark introduced me to the two women, one of whom is the head of the crew of the big fishing boat that was in front of us. They were super friendly and led us to the yacht club for coffee. We talked for a few minutes as Mark explained that I was getting my float plane instruction. I told them that we would be contacting them because we all wanted to go out fishing. Back at the aircraft, we did a visual inspection to make sure everything looked good. Mark had me untie the aircraft and push off, but I also had to cross under the plane to get in from the other side. I was able to start the engine as we drifted away from the dock, and began moving us toward the buoys that marked the takeoff area. We had to wait while a fishing boat slowly made its way across the takeoff area, but that would be the way it was wherever you operated float planes. The flight back to the home island was quick, but Mark had me land, taxi to the takeoff buoys, and take off again. We repeated this three more times before he told me to taxi up to the concrete access ramp where we had put the aircraft into the water. Mark directed me to apply power until the floats moved up the ramp and out of the water to where the wheels took over. I continued to move until we were on level tarmac. After shutting down, Mark asked, "So what do think of a natural gas powered aircraft?" I laughed as I said, "That was a sneaky way to test the aircraft. Was it the first time you flew it using natural gas?" Mark grinned, "Yep, I knew it would work since I've been testing this new engine in my lab for a couple of weeks. We were testing the engine's airworthiness today. There is some added weight for the fuel cells that take up cabin space, but other than that, the fuel is about the same. That's what is under that tarp in the rear. If we get composite fuel cells made, we'll save on weight. I still have some experimenting to do with fuel flow and transfer, but it looks like it's viable for down here. The idea is to have an abundant, cheap fuel we can use for flying back and forth to the mainland and for instruction. We won't be flying very far so our fuel supply will be readily available right here on the island." We washed the salt water off aircraft's wheels and composite floats before pushing it back in the hangar. Mark told me, "Make sure you get your logbook so that I can make the entries. I'll get one of the kids to work with you on some of the other stuff and sign you off." I told Mark, "Take Jeff up and do the same with him. That kid is a flying fool. The little guy, Garth, wants to do everything too, but he's just beginning and has to wait until he's seventeen to get his license." Mark told me, "My boy wanted to solo at thirteen when he was learning, but he had to wait. The most difficult part of waiting was that he had to wait for me to go flying. He had a few dozen lawns that he mowed and was always finding jobs in the area so that he could afford aviation gas. He had a passion for it." The women were content to relax, get some sun, and play with the boys. The teens were all over the island and at the resort, checking out all the facilities. They reported back to their mothers about the fabulous spa that they wanted to sample. While they were going to do that, Garth and Jeff made arrangements to get some more floatplane hours with certified instructors. This was my opportunity to get to know Abe better and learn about how remarkable Mark could be. Mark and Abe used me in Mark's R&D shop for three days, helping to document one of Mark's experiments. I realized that both men were probably as old, or older, than my grandfather while we were working together, but I was in awe that they were still so mentally sharp. Mark was experimenting with various patterns and materials for what he called 'energy gathering devices', his new solar panels. My contribution to Mark's project was to write a quick program that analyzed and reported on which materials were the most effective. He didn't have any kind of interface between the equipment that did the analysis, and his main computer. It didn't take much to create a USB computer link that reported the measured power being supplied to batteries so that he could now get printouts of each step, rather than having to take meticulous notes. His time could now be spent working on new material mixes until he ultimately found the most effective product. Abe had called home to have another new engine sent down to be installed in Mark's wheels only LSA. Abe told Mark that the engine had been tested in an aircraft at home, and it was putting out considerably more power, but also had a fuel system that should easily be converted to natural gas using the composite fuel cells. While Mark worked on his solar panels, Abe was going over the engine that had been sent to convert it to natural gas. These two men were having the time of their lives by being creative in their own way. The girls, including the younger ones, had spent an entire day being pampered in the resort spa. They felt so good afterwards that I was treated to a wonderful evening with all of them. They were very affectionate, feeling pampered and feminine. My enjoyment of all of them was so great that I suggested that they should repeat that day at least once more before we went home. The younger girls had their hormones poked and prodded, generating pheromones radiating from them that would have had them kidnapped and well used, if they hadn't been protected by the resort's excellent security staff. They felt their femininity to its fullest, and although knowing they were going to wait, they wanted to do some all out experimenting. By the week's end, Mom and Dad said they were just about pampered out. Dad told me, "We're all going fishing tomorrow, then we're going to the yacht club to feast on the fish we catch afterward. It's all planned with your friend, Chuck's, boat captain." The boat picked us up at the home island, then made the trip to the main resort island to pick up my folks, grandparents, and the two couples down here for their vacation in paradise. We motored out to an area the Captain said was great for fishing. The crew helped those unfamiliar with deep-sea fishing to bait hooks and let them drop their lines into deep water. We drifted along until a couple of people caught nice-sized groupers, but the Captain was not pleased so we moved to another area. This time, however, we trailed lines baited with larger fish to entice the bigger fish to come have a bite. We netted a couple of good-sized fish, but continued on until we were over an area that the women manning the boat assured us had great fishing. It was fun to watch the women, as one, then the next one, would hook a fish to be reeled in, netted, and brought into the boat. This continued all day until it was time to head into the yacht club and the giant fish fry that awaited us. It was amazing the way the locals gathered to welcome and join us in eating the bounties of the sea. We were treated to several local dishes that went with fish, but we were mostly encouraged to have another of their very potent fruit drinks. Those were deadly, and the new mothers avoided them as I did, because I knew that the locals were almost immune to the potency of their drink. All the locals wanted us to play some music and sing for them, but we weren't the musicians that Chuck and his friends were. The five women and I could barely carry a tune; much less play instruments to entertain them. In time, some locals began playing to entertain us. I almost think the locals loved us for not being able to show up their own. They enjoyed being able to entertain us, rather than having us entertain them. Back on the island, all of us enjoyed a final treat of the evening. Some had their fermented fruit drinks, while others had stateside bottled liquor. All of it was good, and all of it was able to put us to sleep. We all enjoyed Mena's special breakfast the next morning, which also included fish, as well as eggs, fresh fruit, and toasted homemade bread. The way that Mena served us washed away the drowsy hangovers we were sure to have had without her help. The remaining few days of our visit had us investigating the whole island, as well as me working with Abe and Mark some more. The two men were relentless in finding ways to modify what they already had created and made into working models for future engines, as well as future solar panels. I had to go to the resort when it was time for us to depart, to make sure that the folks there were packing to return home. A surprise was that Grandpa had decided to stay a while longer, and would take care of their way home. Grandma gave me a hug and said, "That man will drive me crazy, but he's found golf and has decided this is the place to learn. Don't worry about me, Sal; I'll be having a great time being pampered. I've signed up for some fitness classes and will be doing those while your grandpa learns to play golf. We'll be fine and we'll call you when we get home, Sal." Jeff and I flew us home in style, with everyone enjoying the ride. The kids had enjoyed roaming around the island, and Garth and Jeff had enjoyed getting their seaplane certification from Gene and Sandy, Mark's son and daughter-in-law. Our arrival was opportune, as we landed around two-thirty on a Friday. It was after four by the time the luggage was unloaded and the aircraft refueled and cleaned. Jeff, Garth, Marilyn, Janet, and Jenny had stayed behind with me to clean the aircraft, so we had to take an airpark shuttle van back to the park. I was surprised to see the big tent set up in the rear of the area next to the patio. People were already showing up, making the patio busy with people making drinks and eating snacks that had been put out. Mom and Dad were sitting with Tiny and Ruth when I walked in the door. After saying hi to them, and finding the rest of my family, I heard Steve holler at me to join him. He told me, "We made another great sale while you were gone. Our drones are now going to be used by Israel and Italy. I think that deserves a party. Oh yes, we have the first evaluation contract on our combat aircraft. The dollar amount is amazing, since it's for development and we've already done all of that. You and Wes are now our top two moneymakers, and we're here tonight to honor you two. My guys began coming in the patio, and walked over to me with smiles on their faces. Sandy told me, "We completed what you had us do, and I think we've even found another way to work the defensive program for the combat aircraft. We're working on a laser array that will disable and maybe even cause a SAM to self-destruct on the ground. As soon as radar contact is made on our aircraft, we analyze the return and respond with either a direct laser strike or the interrupted signal field to cause self-destruction. It'll need some field testing on the bombing range, but it's going to work. The mods you made to our original work led us to discover some extra benefits of the program." Another of the men told me, "We have several ideas that we want you to show us how to implement. We've found several other great ideas that were never thoroughly investigated since we began this area of research. We may have some more weapons, just like the laser." "That's really good, Guys. I'm anxious to get back to work. We'll dig in on Monday, get me caught up, and go from there. It's also time for each of you to take a week off and go enjoy either Key West or the resort. Make your plans and decide who goes when." Steve was still next to me, and said, "Your group is going to have to slow down a little. If you keep coming up with new weapons to sell, we're going to have to develop an entire marketing and legal group to handle the traffic. Tiny told me that your laser is taking up so much of legal's time that they hardly have time to deal with the other military contracts." As I later sat with Rita and Suki, playing with the babies, I realized that my family was just as complete as I could want. I had two sons to raise, along with Garth and Jeff to continue to influence. The girls were another story, since three of them were on the edge of going out on their own, while the twins were still sweet little girls becoming full-blown teens. The mothers had all been good influences, and none of the kids were addicted to texting or slaves to their cell phones. You could often find them without their phones, enjoying having real conversations with others their ages. The evening really was a toast to Wes's group, as well as mine. Steve and Tiny talked of our successes and told everyone that we were working on future successes that would bring all of us an increase in our 401K plan. Steve was kind enough not to have me speak, but did have Wes talk to everyone. Wes told all that his next project was going to be helicopters, but he was looking for an engineer who specialized in that field. The man was smart enough to know when to seek help. On Sunday, the five women, five girls, Deuce and Trey, and I enjoyed a typical day of mall shopping. I wasn't thrilled, but it's necessary to do things like this as a family. Clothes were purchased for everyone, with some discussions over appropriate young lady's apparel for school, whether high school or college. College daily wear for class or play apparently is shorts and a top of some form. The top is a T-shirt displaying the name of a band or group most of the time. Footwear in high school or college is sandals. On very cold days, jeans, sweatshirt, and tennis shoes are worn. A dress might be required for an organized function once a month or so, but sandals are still the footwear even then. The women didn't think the clothing choices were improper, so I kept my mouth shut. I suppose the Texas dress code of jeans and a T-shirt, or jeans and western shirt, usually with boots, would only mean that apparel was regional. We completed our day with a late lunch at Red Robin located in the mall. They were very accommodating in joining several tables for all of us to sit together. The only missing kids were Garth and Jeff, who were at the airpark mooching rides with local pilots. After getting home and sorting out the purchases, the women began washing the clothes so they could immediately be worn. When Garth and Jeff returned to see how we had made out, they were shown shirts and pants that been bought for them. Their excitement was funny, as the most out of either of them was "Oh, that's nice." Most guys just don't care about new clothes. While enjoying pizza and beer on the patio, Mom and Dad said they were going to catch the first available flight to go home. They admitted to being traveled out for a while, and wanted to enjoy the ranch's peace and quiet. Dad talked about rebuilding his beef herd again, and Mom said she wanted to settle down and just relax, read some books, and work in the yard when the weather was nice. My folks were homesick. DeDe later told me that she had found them a ride leaving around noon tomorrow. My brother, Val, was still off in training, so Cindy was sad to see the parents leave, but she had begun to become a part of the park culture. She helped with the kids' classes to make sure her two were progressing as fast as they should, and were parallel or better in learning with other kids their age who are in public schools. It wouldn't be that long before her kids would be going to a public high school. So far, all of the parents at the park who were home schooling felt their kids would learn more at a public high school. I felt that thought process had been changing lately, but there had been no effort to define whether or not the mothers could do the job. Life suddenly became almost routine. The programmers took turns taking a week plus off to go for a little vacation. Sandy went to the resort, while the three unmarried programmers all elected to go to Key West to enjoy the beaches full of skimpy bikinis. Sandy would later tell the guys how great it was going to the nude beaches full of young movie starlets showing it all. I'm not sure whether or not he was teasing. We decided, as a group, on areas where we should develop programs that would benefit the functions of S&S and Quality Wear. One of the guys worked on enhancing the network, while another worked on streamlining forms that were being used throughout the companies. The goal was to reduce duplication of forms so the companies could share them, yet keep data separate. The third programmer was involved in creating a method for evaluating flight data to recognize potential mechanical problems before they showed up during an inspection. Sandy and I continued to work on weapons systems and countermeasures for known weapon systems. We kept coming back to our laser weapon to see if it could be a miniaturized any further. As we were looking at it, Sandy asked me, "How small do you want to make this thing, and why so small?" I sat back in my chair at the small conference table in my office, where we had been comparing notes as to where we could further reduce the size. Looking up at my main man, my true assistant, I said, "Sandy, what would it mean to a Special Operations soldier if he could fire at an enemy without making a sound? What if an infantry soldier could use his rifle to open a hole in a concrete wall or to disable a vehicle? How about a spread shot that would destroy everything within a twenty-foot area? We would be creating one of the best weapons a soldier performing a dangerous covert operation or mission could have, if we could develop that." Sandy nodded and peered at our notes before encouraging me, "Then make it happen, Sal. If anyone can do it, you can." "We can, Sandy, that's why we're working on this together." Our biggest problem was the power supply and heat dissapation when firing the laser. Just batteries alone are not going to work so we worked on a portable backpack with large composite capacitors, super conductors. Whatever we used needed to be portable and able to fire more than a single strike. The TR3 unit can fire a beam for up to thirty minutes with a beam that could inflict pain. We wanted our mobile unit to be as hot as our drone laser. We secured a miniature prototype of our laser when we locked up at five. It was built in a line instead of a square, and would, in theory, be able to duplicate our most accurate and deadly laser while using negligible power.While on the patio, I asked Steve, "Can we get access to the bombing range or a secure rifle range? We need to test something, but we don't know how powerful it is and need to have an impenetrable back stop." Steve looked at me and asked how large an object we would be firing. I told him, "It's a miniature laser that we've been downsizing and redesigning until we can get it to fit in something like a rifle stock. I think we have the weapon; we only need a platform to shoot it from and a something to test fire at. Since there is no heat generated, and no pulse or vibration, we should be able to strap it to a rifle stock if we could get one." Steve squinted at me and pulled his cell phone out. After dialing and hearing someone answer, he asked, "Carl, do you have any blank rifle or shotgun stocks that you can modify for almost anything?" There was a pause before Steve said, "Good, stay open for an extra fifteen minutes and I'll be right there." Steve ended his call and said, "Come with me; we'll go get what you need." On the way to see Carl, Steve explained that the man was a nationally known gunsmith who preferred to do business in a small way, rather than having a big fancy shop and showroom with employees stepping on each other. The shop was small as far as its storefront is concerned, but I realized that it was probably five to six times deeper than it was wide when we went inside. Even that was incorrect, since his space went behind the businesses on each side of him, commanding the entire back of the strip center. There were guns everywhere you looked. Pistols of every type, rifles, shotguns, and World War I and II weapons for collectors. Carl buzzed us in the locked front door and greeted Steve with warmth that was more than just a casual business acquaintance. Carl told Steve, "Come back to the wood shop and let me show you what I have." Carl began showing us a variety of stocks that might work. I gave him the dimensions of my apparatus so he could look for something in his inventory that would work. He came to us with an unfinished stock and said, "This is for a Weatherby 30/378 Magnum. You can rout out the fore stock a little more to fit your device. The stock is designed to absorb recoil, so you shouldn't have any problems with it." Steve told Carl, "I might bring you a mockup of what we are designing and have you build a stock for it. It needs to be in rifle form so it can be accurately aimed. There is no recoil, but it is, or can be, very powerful." Carl was nodding as he said, "Okay, take this to see if it works, and bring me something formed in the size it will finally be, and let me make a custom stock for it." The man looked at Steve, "I suppose this is another of your projects that I can't tell anyone about." Carl laughed, "Between you and Chuck, you two are always coming up with something for me to create for what you do. Chuck's are more 'right now' things while you are always speculating, Steve." Steve took the stock from Carl and told him, "Yeah, this one is zipped lips stuff. It's something we're working on. You'll have a fit when you see it work. Sal, here, is the one doing all of the designing." We were walking up to the front and Carl, the true businessman asked me, "Sal, do you have a gun, a sidearm?" I smiled as we passed a case of antique .45s and said, "I have a single and double action .45 that I enjoy shooting." Steve told Carl, "The kid here is some kind of quick draw champ in Texas. I've seen him shoot and he's extremely fast and accurate. Say, don't you have one of those quick draw trees? Sal doesn't have his rig with him, but I'll bet you have something close to what he has. Let's see how rusty he is." Carl was grinning and told me, "I love that stuff and practice all the time. You and me will do some quick draw stuff to see if you've lost your touch, Sal." I didn't need to be doing this, and told Steve, "Shouldn't we be getting back for supper?" "Not to worry; I told Sue we were going to be late and to save supper for us. Let's do some shooting." We went to the far side of Carl's shop and discovered a four position shooting range that was right out of Star Wars. The man had all of the latest equipment required to conduct all types of shooting competitions. I watched as he pushed buttons and two quick-draw trees came up. We went to a closet behind us and Carl showed me a variety of belts and holsters. I selected one that was close to mine and buckled it on, using my hand to rake across the holster as if it had a pistol there. Carl asked, "Single or double action?" I told him, "I'll do whatever you do; either is fine for me. You'll probably beat me by a full second." Carl pulled two beautiful single action .45s from the wall and handed me one. I rapidly went over the gun to make sure it was functional and in good condition. When I looked up at Carl smiling at me, he said, "Now you know that I keep my pieces in good condition. They are both equal. Is single action okay?" I nodded as Carl pointed toward a tray of .45 rounds. He told me, "These are reloads, but they should be perfect for what we're going to do. I'm more precise than the manufacturer of competition ammo. Want to shoot a few rounds to see how the gun handles?" Thinking I would need all of the help I could get, I nodded, "Let's shoot a load first, then we'll do it for real." I went through a couple of dozen draw and fans to see if my muscle memory was working before I loaded. When I began loading, Carl joined me and loaded too. We slipped on ear and eye protection as we were standing, looking downrange. He had silhouettes at twenty-five yards. That's a long way for .45s, but the average distance for most handgun practice. My first shot was to pull the Colt, cock the hammer on the way up, and fire as I came to the target. The hit was center body mass. I did it again and put a hole in the head paint. I stood ready after holstering the .45 and drew, fanning the last four rounds into a close pattern on the body paint. Not bad, but I was really slow. I emptied the brass into another tray, and reloaded the cylinder. Carl had done about the same as I did and was reloading while I did. He looked up at me and asked, "Your last name wouldn't be Feeny, would it?" Responding to Steve's quizzical expression, he added, "I've read all about Sal Feeny and his quick-draw championships." I smiled and told him, "Yeah, that's me, but it's been over a year since I've shot in competition and over six months since I've even practiced." Carl laughed, "And to think I have Sal Feeny shooting on my range, about to go head to head with me." It was my turn to laugh. "Don't show me up too bad, Carl. Like I said, it's been a while." Carl turned to Steve, who was outside the soundproof glass, and loudly said, "Ring the bell for us to draw." Carl and I got ready and were in our stance. The bell went off, and we were drawing and shooting at a silhouette. I was lowering the barrel of my pistol when Carl's last round went off. He turned to me, shook his head, and said, "You haven't lost it yet, Sal. You're amazingly fast. Let's put the tree up and see who can ring all the plates." Carl pushed buttons for the trees to come up while we reloaded. Carl pointed to Steve, then turned to get into his stance. The bell went off and I rang all six plates and was holstering the .45 as Carl's last round went off." "Damn, you're fast, really, really fast. I can't wait to tell a couple of real diehards that you're living right here in the area. Do you mind if I let them watch the video of us shooting?" I quickly looked around and couldn't see any camera housings. Carl said, "They're hidden pretty well, so don't strain your eyes. Can I show the video?" "Sure, go ahead. We might get up a little competition on weekends sometimes. Show me the cleaning equipment, and how much do I owe you for the rounds we fired?" We walked out to the cleaning station and worked over the two very nice .45s. Carl told me, "You owe me nothing, Sal. I'm proud to have you in my shop. I might want to try to talk you into a clinic on quick draw one of these weekends, so get ready for that." Steve and I left Carl's shop and headed home. Steve said, "You just made a friend for life. Carl is a craftsman like you've never met before. Chuck says he has made his weapons the most accurate in the world. It's a compliment if he says that, because Chuck and Lisa depend on their weapons for their lives." That brought my head up to attention. I didn't realize Chuck and the sweet Lisa were more than what they appeared. I knew they were involved with the Secret Service, and were U.S. Deputy Marshals, but the way they appeared to me was a neat couple who played some great music. What in the world did they do that they needed special weapons for? A humorous thought crossed my mind that they probably needed a lot of special weapons to stave off those who would try to get their women. A whole bunch of women who lived with Chuck proclaimed they were Chuck's and Lisa's women. That was a really strange thing, as Chuck even had more women than Steve. I realized as we rode into the park that I had five phenomenal women, and three special almost women, whom I would protect with all of the special weapons I could muster, if necessary. Okay, I guess that wasn't so humorous. Sandy and I took the stock and the miniaturized laser into the main shop of the R&D area the next day. Dennis said he'd help, and Donny saw that we were playing with something different. Gerry was standing with us seconds later, getting her hands into the mix. While the three were modifying the stock, I asked Sandy, "We did disconnect the power on that thing, right?" Sandy grinned and held up the small lithium battery. "There isn't any power source in it right now, and I discharged the capacitors. You know that we've been able to reduce the power necessary to fire the weapon, so we have to be careful about static electricity." Gerry was immediately into designing how to integrate the liquid nitrogen cooling system while Donny was working on easy connections with the power storage within the backpack. We had brought a schematic of the weapon with us to show the triggering mechanism, as well as the scary firing end. Donny was pushing, while Gerry was pulling, and Dennis was screwing. A video of the process would rival a Keystone Cops classic. There was no room for Sandy or me, so we just watched. The three seemed to finish, and stood up smiling, Gerry said, "I want to shoot this thing. We saw what a big one would do from an aircraft. I want to see what this one will do." It was Donny who told us, "I put the trigger in a guard so that the shooter will feel like he's shooting something. It'll work the way we put it in the stock, if it works at all." Dennis grinned, "Just bring us something and we'll figure it out." I called Steve from their lab. "We need that firing range, Steve. The miniature weapon needs to be tested before we can put it into a more presentable platform." Steve told me, "I'll call you back. Let me see if I can get some range time." We were all standing around grinning and complimenting each other for being able to get the weapon ready to fire, when Steve called back. "Go out to the field behind the R&D center with your toy, and I'll pick you up there. We'll have private use of the range out at the base." We all locked our offices up, and I even brought Jeff with us as we walked out to the big open field behind our building. One of the company's big helicopters settled down, and Steve beckoned us from the door. As soon as we were seated and buckled up, we flew to MacDill AFB firing range on the bay edge of the base. Our helicopter shutdown as a few people from Centcom and Southcom who wanted to witness our test, joined us. We walked to the end of the range and inspected the concrete walls set up to absorb the rounds fired. There was a wall of dirt in front of the concrete walls so that a round couldn't ricochet toward someone or something. The range officer said this range was effective at containing up to a 120-millimeter round fired from National Guard tanks. Sandy and I looked at each other, agreeing it should be enough. We asked for a rectangular silhouette to be placed at the end of the range. The officer said, "That's over a thousand yards, don't you want to try something closer?" I told the man, "The distance doesn't make any difference. We should hit the target if we correctly point it." The man walked away, chuckling to himself and used a phone to direct what we wanted. It was then that I realized some personnel were going to be near the target, so I went to the range officer, "Can you evacuate everyone from that area? This thing is powerful enough that it might have a little splatter effect. Anyone in that area could be injured." The man looked at me for a long time, before using his handheld communication device to pull his men back to our line. Sandy and I got the weapon out and looked at each other. I connected the lithium battery pack in and plugged in the capacitors on the first back pack and made sure the business end of the weapon was pointed downrange. I told Sandy, "Shoot the target." He laughed, "Not on your life. This is your creation; pass or fail on your own, Doc." I rested the stock on the bench in front of us, and aimed. I was actually only pointing the business end of the weapon toward the target that was backed with a mound of dirt in front of three twelve inch concrete walls. There was only a soft 'sssst' when I pulled the trigger Donny had made for me, but the target disintegrated, and the mound of dirt melted in front of exploding concrete walls. Sandy was standing next to me, and said, "Let's reduce the power and narrow the beam to the smallest size and try that again." I looked at Gerry and told her, "Good job on the cooling system. How many pulses will it hold up for?" Gerry came over and checked a gauge on the stock and said, "You're not using much at a time so you're good for a few more shots. Remember, I get to shoot it." The range officer was standing up, wildly looking around for something that wasn't there. "Where the hell did you fire whatever you fired at my target from? You've destroyed my backstop." I asked him, "I see a couple of bulldozers and other dirt movers down there. Can you rebuild your dirt wall so we can shoot again? I want to try it on a narrower and weaker beam." He looked around to one of the Generals from the base, and used his phone or radio to direct the reconstruction of the backstop. One of the Centcom men came down and asked us, "Is this something from the laser you have for the drones? That thing has been really effective at eliminating radar defenses so far." Sandy told the man, "Wait until you get the version with the ability to explode missiles still on the ground. You'll love the idea that a drone painted with radar can blast the target within milliseconds." The officer smiled as we were being told that the backstop was rebuilt. I asked the officer, "Can you give me a human silhouette at a thousand yards? I want to see if we can hit it with accuracy at that distance." Sandy assured me he had turned the firing magnitude to its lowest level, so I settled in to aim at the distant silhouette. The soft "ssssst" sound told of my firing, but the disintegration of the backstop attested to it as well. The narrower beam went through all of the barriers and into the bay beyond, raising a tower of steam. The target was a bunch of fragments from the penetrating impact. Steve walked up to us and said, "That's enough for today. You guys are going to have to figure out a way to limit that thing. I thought the miniaturization of the weapon would decrease the power, but it's far beyond what could be imagined. You have some work to do, but in reverse this time. You need to make this thing less lethal." Sandy and I dismantled the power input to make sure the weapon couldn't be fired. I was smiling as we put the equipment into a rifle case to take back to our shop. A guy with a bunch of stars on his shirt collar came up to us, and asked, "Could I get a few of these rifles if I wanted them? I know we'll owe S&S a lot of money, but I have a use for something like this right now. How soon could you make me six of these." Steve was standing near me and nodded at me to answer. I said, "Ah, General, we could have six crude ones built by tomorrow, but we could have some very nice ones ready in three days." The man said, "Get me one to practice with, and the other six in three days. I see you're here, so I know that you'll bill me fairly, so bill me for these now, Steve. I promise to make sure you do okay when we make these more readily available." I was going to say something, but Steve held his hand over his mouth. I understood and let the big guy walk away. Steve told me, "That man can make or break a contractor. We'll give him what he wants, but at an exorbitant price that he'll think is a steal. Let's get working on what the man wants." Sandy and I figured out a parts list that we would need for the six requested rifles on the way back to the R&D building. We worked on materials for fifteen rifles to be sure, and began ordering them via our cell phones. We began putting the devices on a track at the shop so that they could be loaded into the small cylinder we had created the test within. A helicopter landed behind the shop while we were working on these, and a courier brought us the parts from the special order we had made. As five o'clock approached, Sandy asked, "What do you say, Boss, do we stay or go?" Thinking of the importance of the project, I said, "Let's stay and see how many we can put together by six." As if by magic, we were able to have nine constructed, mounted, and computer tested by six. I smiled at Sandy and said, "Let's get out of here or we're going to hear it from Steve. Let's put everything in the safe and get out of here." Steve was waving us to him as we walked to the patio,. He asked, "How many did you make tonight?" "I couldn't make all fifteen I planned, but we did complete nine. That is two more than the original request, so we should be okay. Our problem is that we don't have a place to test whether or not they work. You have to get us a shooting range, or somewhere we can fire the weapons, without causing grief." Steve was grinning, "I have it. I'm having a couple of barges pushed out into the gulf for us to use to fire from. We'll give you targets of various sizes and you can shoot at those. We'll fly out there in the morning, test your weapons, and collect a few million by noon. How's that for getting the job done?" Sandy and I smiled, and couldn't resist high-fiving each other. I told Steve, "How about getting Carl to put our weapons into nice modern looking stocks so that the weapons will look professional. I'll bet he can enhance the sighting capabilities if he can have a shot at using them. We could fly him out to help us test what we have, then have him make real stocks for them." Steve nodded in agreement as he used his cell phone to call Carl. He made sure Carl would be at coffee and breakfast with us. As my ladies were giving me all the loving a man could stand, I was told that they had also been put under security protection while I was working on whatever it was I was working on. This only brought me more kisses and special loving as I slipped into sleep. Primary Editing by Pepere Helicopter and Legal Eagle Guru, Rotorhead Proofing and Continuity by Sagacious Last one through - Deenara2000 ------- Chapter 26 (Author's Note: There are a few instances within this story where technology has not reached the extent of imagination. Some areas have been developed and tested while others are still in our future.) It had been decided to have Carl build stocks for the weapons before we took them out for test firing. Sandy and I made up the last six to give us a total of sixteen. Carl was able to build stocks for all fifteen of our anticipated rifles that were not bulky or looked like something from Star Wars. The rifle appeared to look more like an assault weapon with a bulky forestock. Steve had the General agree to only use our original test weapon, and wait until we had test fired the others we were making. He agreed, but wanted some of the Feds' experts to witness our test firing. Some insight into what S&S had to deal with while working with the government on contracts showed up two days later. While Steve, Glenda, and I enjoyed our first cup of coffee together, three black SUVs showed up and emptied into the patio. Most were geeks with short sleeve white shirts and ties, but some wore the typical dark suits and sunglasses. Dennis and Sandy corralled the geeks and kept them a safe distance from Steve. That was all we would need is to get Steve pissed that people were encroaching on his personal, private space. After a breakfast of fast food sandwiches, we went to the open area of the new machine plaza parking area in carts. Three helicopters came in, landed, and picked up all of the personnel who were to be carried to the barges. After all three aircraft landed and were tied down on the barges, Sandy and I began setting up the equipment. I had one of our security people usher away every geek who began getting close to the equipment. I finally had to announce to all of them, "You don't own nor have you paid for the development of the weapons you'll see. If you accept these weapons after we have tested them, we'll teach you how to use them, and you can assume responsibility of them, and you can do whatever you wish with them at that time. Until then, please stay behind the boundary lines marked for you." Steve came up to us and told me, "Well said, Sal. Those guys want to know what the hell you have that has caused so much stir. Show 'em, Guy. The first goal, the same as it had been at the military firing range, was to test fire each weapon at least three times before using any actual target. We set up the bench that was designed to hold the laser rifle and mounted the weapon. We connected the mobile backpack that we were also going to test to determine how long we could fire the weapon before we would have to replace the power pack. With everyone standing behind one of Gerry's clear composite shields, we fired the weapon by launching three short duration bursts. Each time we watched steam rise from the gulf where the beam hit. The heat gauges were monitored and the individual rifles were manually checked between each test firing. It took most of the morning to test each of the weapons. We had reduced the beam length to about 250 milliseconds and found that the power consumption was considerably less than in the previous test. The force of the burst was still quite dramatic, but we were to find out more as the day continued. The observers were kept busy with coffee and snacks that Steve had wisely provided. When all of the rifles were tested, and deemed safe to have an individual fire them, we prepared the first rifle. There were four large balloons for us to shoot at out in the water. After we connected to the mobile back pack, I let Sandy aim and fire at the first one. The target was close, as in within five hundred yards. Upon its disintegration, I told him to shoot the seven hundred fifty-yard balloon, then the one at one thousand yards. They all vanished in front of us. The short bursts were still effective even at the longer distance. The next target was a small craft motoring at a slow speed away from us, so I waited for it to get about a thousand yards away and triggered the pulse. The boat engine burst into flames before the fuel tank exploded in a fire ball. This was more devastating than I had anticipated. Dennis and Donny used a portable oscilloscope and attached some leads to the weapon and adjusted the beams. The two men rose up from their activity and Donny said, "We narrowed the beam down to a pin point but it will now move in a slight arc as in a cutting motion. This should give us maximum power focused on a larger area." Our last target was an aircraft being towed across our firing area. I didn't plan this, but figured that it was something Steve thought up. I tracked the trailing target and fired. The small aircraft on the end of the tow rope wobbled as a wing fell from the towed aircraft. The tow rope was released as the disabled aircraft plunged toward the water. The beam duration was still set at only the quarter second but remained very effective. Sandy and I next tested each of the other fifteen shoulder fired weapons on stationary targets to make sure the weapons manually fired on command. I had Carl test fire two of the weapons and watched his eyes open wide in astonishment. We began wiping them down and putting them into cases when we finished. One of the officers came to us and demanded, "Aren't you going to clean the weapons before you put them away?" Sandy told him, "We're wiping them down and disconnecting the power source, so they're going to be clean when they go in the cases. There is nothing moving through the weapon but light, and disassembly is highly frowned upon. Check them if you want, but be sure to use gloves if you do." The thought of who Sandy was talking to gave me a smile. The guy asking about the weapons had silver eagles on his lapel, so he was an Army Colonel. Sandy was probably jumping a few pay grades by giving instructions to the guy. Our next task was to teach a group of Federal munitions techs how to use the weapon. We ended up having to let each of them fire a weapon. One of the brass begged to fire one, and fired at the water, raising a cloud of steam. Only Steve and the legal staff remained on the barges to talk to the others at the end of the day. The rest of us went back to our R&D center to finish out our day reviewing the test videos. Back at our lab, Sandy told me, "I didn't really think that we could pull this off, but we did. Not only that, but the damned thing trashed everything we fired at. You amazed me by shooting down that towed target. You're alright, Sal. You do know how to take care of us." By the time we got to the patio, our mates had heard of our success and congratulated us on our demonstration. Jenny even made the comment, "You won't believe all of the requests I've had for people wanting to travel here for this. I think I have most of the high brass in the U.S. domestic military requesting help." Steve walked up, carrying a drink for me, and told the women around me, "Try not to talk to much about what Sal is involved with. This is a big deal and could become a big security problem, so keep it down as much as possible. We've doubled up on security around the park and the business park. The Secret Service has even sent a detail to help coordinate the security." The five women crowded around me when Steve left, and Rita told the others, "Steve is telling us to keep our mouths shut. Let's make sure we do that. Our man needs us to do this, so let's keep his good deeds to ourselves. We'll reward him later." The other four gave me hugs and kisses, promising to be circumspect and quiet about the project. Steve should actually have had more security surrounding the test, but who would know how much interest there was going to be in this small weapon? Wes wanted to work with us to put the smaller version of the weapon in his drone. He felt that we could create more space for other equipment by reducing the weapon's size. The good news was that the beam generator didn't have to move to aim the beam. That was done using a servo operated mirror. Over the next few days Sandy and I worked on the frequency response weapon that could cause SAMs to explode on the ground before they launched. We could recreate everything within a simulated condition, but not how things would actually work in the field. This weapon used radio signals with the laser only as a secondary armament. The design was to use a blanket of encrypted signals to disarm the SAM, jam the radar and/or to cause the missle to explode on command. The transmitter would be focused on the launch area giving the burst of signals that would cause the launch disruption. Should the SAM launch, the laser would instantly begin striking the target until it was disabled or self-destructed. We had to summon Steve for help once again. Sandy and I presented the weapon to Steve and explained how it would work. We went through the simulations with him, and showed him recorded data from the simulations. Steve was smiling when we finished. "I guess you want me to buy some radar equipment with a SAM or fake SAM and let you blow it up." He thought for a while before saying, "I'm going to see if we can get some captured equipment to use for the test. Do you want to do this with the drone or one of Wes's experimental aircraft?" I suggested, "Let's have Wes look at what we have and let him decide. We could actually mount the equipment on any of our aircraft for the test. The only advantage would be to have it actually tested using our aircraft." Steve told me to get Wes over for a presentation and he would work on getting the equipment needed, and maybe bring in some of the major contractors so we could sell the equipment to them instead of being the primary contractors. Sandy was chuckling, since this project was mostly software directing an off the shelf radio beam generator and the same laser we had already mounted in the aircraft. "They'll get all of the source code if they want to pay for it this time. I hope they all want to pay us fortunes for the weapon." It took three weeks to get everything arranged and prepared at the bomb range. The Air Force decided to use their helicopters to take the brass and major contractors to the range again. The S&S people rode in one of our big transport helicopters so that we could keep some distance from the observers. We had canopies set up to shield everyone from the direct sun but it also allowed us to keep our technical people away from the observers. The observation tent had some big screen monitors that showed two SAM installations using the contracting companies' own radar. We were going to test both the aircraft and the drone. The monitors under the observers' canopy showed a radar picture of the area out to fifty miles. We were once again going to show the effectiveness of our stealth products. Before the test and demonstration began, Steve announced to the observers. "Thank you for coming to witness the hopefully successful testing of one of our latest defensive weapons today. The object of this weapon is to counter SAM installations. The weapon is designed to do two things. Should a SAM fire, the weapon will respond and shoot it down before it can get close to our aircraft, the intended target. If the test is totally successful, we will be able to cause the SAM to explode on the ground before launch. So that the stealthy aircraft can be seen on radar for the SAM to fire at, our aircraft will turn their transponders on. This will give the SAM installation a chance to identify and fire at the enemy. We will attempt to thwart the actual launch. The weapon we're testing can be mounted on any aircraft, and could be continuously operational." Steve pointed to the radar monitors and told them that the first pass will be in stealth mode at under Mach 1. The aircraft will come back with the transponder on so you can see the signature on the monitor. The next pass will be with the transponder on and will be the test of the first SAM site." I would be concerned for the pilot if I didn't know that Wes was sitting under the sun cover, flying the aircraft from a console similar to how a drone would be guided. The fighter/bomber went by us at about ten thousand feet, but you couldn't see anything on the radar monitor. The transponder suddenly showed up on the monitor as the aircraft made the turn. The aircraft went out almost fifty miles before turning to come back with its transponder on to attract the now activated SAM battery installation. I watched Wes wrinkle his forehead as he brought his multi-million dollar aircraft toward a real SAM with the ability to launch. We watched the closed circuit video monitor as the aircraft approached, while the SAM installation readied to fire. The SAM exploded, while still sitting in the firing position, just as the radar locked on. All you could hear were oohs and aahs from the observers. Sandy elbowed me and said, "Look at that shit, Boss. It worked." Steve announced that a non-stealthy drone, equipped with the anti-weapon equipment, would make a pass by us, turn, and attempt to attract the SAM. It would then fire a laser and self destruct signal while the SAM was in flight. Steve told everyone to watch closely, because the action would be very rapid if this worked. One of Wes' techs was guiding the drone at a slow speed. It turned after passing us and went toward the SAM installation. We watched as the SAM launch vehicle readied to fire once again. Multiple SAMs launched, but all exploded before they had reached a thousand feet. The whole thing took less than 3 seconds. Under the control cover, Wes' techs were all hollering and backslapping over the successful test. Sandy's men came up to us, and one of them said, "That was incredible. We actually designed and built that thing." I told them, "You guys did a great job. The weapon destroyed the SAM site on the ground and the missiles while in the air." One of the techs asked, "Didn't the drone destroy the launch equipment? The system is designed to do that." We looked over at the video monitor and saw that the whole second launch site control panel was in flames from a laser strike. We didn't even realize the drone had fired at the launch vehicle. To bring the aircraft in safely, Wes had turned control over to someone at the airpark. They sent the drone home to be handled the same way. Steve handled the observers and advised them that we could be contacted for information regarding the defensive weapons during the following week. He advised them all that they witnessed today was classified 'Top Secret' and couldn't be discussed with anyone outside of their immediate division, and only with those with the appropriate clearances. As we returned home, Sandy told me, "I'll bet the enemy has a copy of the source code almost as soon as we divulge it. The security within those companies is horrible. It's too bad that we can't send them a phony version for a few weeks." I looked at Sandy, "Let's discuss this with Steve. That might be the right thing to do. We can get back to them with the correct software later, but an incorrect version will already be circulating meanwhile. It may screw up the enemy's works for a few years as they try to figure it out. When there finally was an opportunity to talk to Steve about our idea, he listened intently and even squirmed around a little. When he finally had thought the problem through, he sat up straight saying "It's actually a good idea, and we should probably do something like that to divert the thieves that are trying to steal our software." Steve had turned in his chair to look around the patio, and when he saw who he wanted, he waved for them to come to us. Tiny came over to hear what we had proposed to Steve. The big man grinned and said, "I like it. As long as we let top management know that the code we originally send isn't going to work, they will probably embrace the idea to keep from being labeled as security risks." That's when Sandy suggested, "How about we put different code into each package we sell, so the leaked code can identify which company has the leak. That way, the FBI can work on that group rather than all of them. We'll know it if there are more than one, and can attack all of the leaks at once." I patted Sandy on the back, and told him, "Good thinking, Sandy. Security leaks are bad, but it's even more important when it comes to national security. I'll have to be careful or the feds are going to be trying to hire you away from us." Sandy quietly laughed and said, "I'll bet they don't pay as well as S&S. Sandy and I have our future right here, and our plans are definitely not working for the government." All of us in the R&D group gathered together to talk about how well the test had gone. Wes came to join us and looked around at all of us, "Okay, who's going to begin rotary wing training so that I can get some help with the new aircraft Steve's group is talking about? They want an enhanced passenger helicopter, and want us to develop another form of quiet rotary wing aircraft. Just keeping a turbine down to a roar is the first of the many challenges. We can start with the technology we learned on the drones, and go from there." We programmers were thinking that Wes was going to push the others in R&D into rotary wing training, and agreed with him until he said, "You need to take the lead and begin right away, Sal. Sandy and his team should begin training, along with Gerry, Donny, and Dennis. Some of you haven't even begun basic flight training, so you have a long way to go before you're useful in developing what we need." I shouldn't have been grinning, as Wes told me, "You're the leader and have to be first. We have hired an engineer who is proficient in that type of flight and will be an asset in our training and research. You'll meet the new engineer on Sunday, Sal, so be ready to begin working within the new department the same way you do with me." Something in the way Wes was pitching this didn't sound right. Rita was sitting with me, listening with a grin on her face. I asked her, "What are you grinning about? Do you know this new engineer?" "No I don't, but I think I have an idea, Sal. Let me go talk to Jenny. She might know something." Sandy's three programmers asked me if it was true that they had to take flight training, then learn how to fly helicopters. They thought that they could learn what made helicopters work without learning how to fly them. I was actually thinking the same thing, but every time we began talking like that, another person from the rotary wing group would come to us and give us a few more reasons why we needed to know first hand how a helicopter worked. Chuck and Lisa joined the conversation for a few minutes, and told us how important our new mission was. Lisa told of her experiences with the VSTOL aircraft, and Chuck talked about a couple of instances where his knowledge of helicopters got him out of trouble. Knowing the intense couple's value, I was in agreement with our employers that we should be good students and continue to learn as rapidly as possible. Sunday morning was sort of scary, since we were going to meet Wes' new rotary wing counterpart. The new person was to have arrived overnight, and was at the hotel waiting to be transported to the patio for introduction during our usual Sunday morning breakfast. Tiny and Henry were conspiring to ease the new person's introduction by handing out huge Bloody Marys to all the R&D programming folks. I figured we would find a mutual footing, so I was enjoying the drinks and the views of all the ladies of the patio showing most of their charms in their sexy nighties. Jenny had been a little reticent about the new person, but told me I'd probably enjoy whoever it was. I know that there had been a love fest with my harem on Saturday night, the likes of which had not been seen for a while. I was sitting with Steve and Charlie when Charlie pointed out a new person among us. He said, "Would you check out that babe. I'm thinking that Chuck is adding another piece of talent to his group." Steve commented, "By the way she's hanging onto Star and DeDe, she may not be a part of Chuck's group." He had a point, and I was trying to think of why the very well-built addition was with those two until I had an epiphany. I was looking at our new rotary wing aeronautical engineer. I looked at Steve to see if he was giving it away, then looked back at DeDe and Star. Both were grinning as some of the guys started trying to check her out by getting a closer view. The only thing that came from my mouth was, "You are a dog, Steve. That's the new engineer, isn't it? Damn, she's going to be a distraction if she dresses like this for work." Sue was with Steve and said, "Nicely stated, Sal. I think Jeannie is going to be an asset and is willing to prove that she's not only a good engineer, but a woman who deserves respect." Rita was still next to me, and said, "I think we need to invite her to become a part of our group. What do you think, Sal?" I was tongue-tied and didn't say anything, but Jenny came by and rubbed on me, "Oh boy, that babe is some kind of good looking. We need someone like that to keep your interest up." That kind of pissed me off, so I pulled Jenny back on my lap and said, "You five are more than enough for me, and I love each of you the way a man should. You five keep my interest very high. I don't need a number six." Jenny grinned at me, gave me a very intense kiss, then said, "I'll bet that you wouldn't kick her out of bed if we can get her into it." Damn, I don't need another female to screw my family up. These five females should be rebelling, trying to keep me from adding to my love nest. The new lady was sitting beside me by the time we were eating a good breakfast, enjoying the closeness imposed upon us by my ladies. It was Rita who told me, "Jean Morgan is going to work with you developing our helicopters. She has a PHD in aeronautical engineering from MIT, and a Master's degree in rotary flight administration from the University of Missouri, Rolla. She's attempted to work for a couple of the majors, but hasn't been able to get past her body parts. What do you think, Sal; do you want to work with a certified fox?" I watched her and leaned into Rita, "How am I supposed to keep my hands off her during the day?" Rita laughed, "The same way you keep your hands off Gin, Niki, and Donna." Rita leaned closer, and in a whisper so that only I could hear, said, "You've had experience, so work with her and we'll make sure you fuck her socks off at night." That had me sitting up and looking around. In the same soft manner, Suki told me, "We've convinced her to come live with us for a while. You're supposed to be a controlled animal, and won't attack her unless she presents herself to be attacked." That was a laugh. I told the ladies in the late afternoon, "I'm going to go for a ride with Charlie and Steve. We'll be back in thirty minutes to an hour. You guys are more than I can handle without some thought." While the family ate pizza and wings, I rode to Jonah's to be abused by Millie and teased by Denise. Denise was all over me, trying to get me to respond to her teasing, even with her future husband watching. Jenny, who rode behind me, took over when she failed. The gorgeous lady was displaying more than she should as she and Millie tried to convince me to do them in front of the crowd cheering us on. I somehow hung on and didn't break down and do them in front of the entire bar. Steve and Charlie then took me back to the patio to enjoy some music being performed by Chuck, Lisa, and the kids of the patio. Jeannie came to sit on my lap while I was between Suki and Marilyn. She steadily looked at me and said, "I think you're the one I need to become better acquainted with." The girl, who I had thought might be bashful, kissed and hugged me to her while she whispered, "I'm really not very aggressive, and want you to help me while I'm new. Help me be a part of the company, your family, and your group, Sal." I leaned back, holding the girl to me as her crushing hug lightened. Jeannie looked up at me and smiled. She said, "I've been around a work-group like this, but have never met a group of women, who not only welcome me, but are inviting me to join them, like yours have. This is different, Sal. This is totally against anything I've ever thought about business or what I do for a living. Something made me want to come here after talking to Steve and Sue, and now that I'm here, I'm caught up in the free attitude you and your group have. I think I like being part of your R&D group and your women. Can you help me with that?" You can't refuse a request asked so sweetly and it made Jeannie become a part of us by default. That's when I learned more about Jean. She was the mother of young twins. Her two girls were almost six years old, and were the result of a six-month marriage that ended roughly, when the father became abusive while Jean was in her second trimester of pregnancy. The fact that she didn't let that deter her from continuing to work toward her goals made her that much more of a woman, and more valuable as a company asset. "Why did you wait until now to tell me of your children?" The lady said, "I'm making my life on my own merits, not because someone may feel sorry for me as a single mother. If we find a way to work together, I will be your arm in the field and teach everyone I can about rotary wing aircraft. This is my passion, and I love to share it." There was a lot of commotion around the bedrooms when it was time to go to bed Sunday night. I figured that the women had invited Jeannie to stay with us overnight and were trying to make her and her babies comfortable. There was more. Jeannie came to me as I was getting ready to get into bed, and asked, "Can you come kiss the girls goodnight? They know we're new here, and want to be a part of everyone." I went to the two kids who were in the same room as Rita's twins. The two older girls, Janice and Joanie, wanted to help the younger ones by insisting that they room with them the first night. I held each of the young girls, while one of Rita's older twins was sitting next to me in an attempt to make the young girls comfortable. I told them that I, Sal, was always available to them and they could depend on me to help them when they needed me. Janice and Joan told the two little ones that I would do what I promised. Wow, I hoped that I could make it so. I was in the shower the next morning, getting ready for the day, when a new body pressed against mine and gave me a kiss that created a rising from below. Jean kissed me and promised, "I'll give you all you can handle one of these evenings when the time is right. Help me get the kids ready for our first day here." I did that. All of the women and young women I live with helped get all of us ready for our new family's first morning on the patio. Brandy, Chuck's lady in charge most of the time, came to me while we enjoyed coffee, "Are you okay with Jean? I think she is more interested in guys than women, so your family is the best one for her to stay with." I looked at Brandy with a strange questioning look. She smiled, "Oh, come on, you know that most of us at Chuck's enjoy each other as much as we enjoy Chuck. Lisa is the worst, because she can ravish all of us and still be ready to totally enjoy Chuck. All of us think Jean is the perfect blend for your girls. You're perfect for getting her to become one of us, Sal. Look after her, and let your ladies look after her with you. I think you'll have another perfect lady." Women, a wonderful asset to men, but totally abstract to what men know and think. I love my five, but I'm now being shown and encouraged to love six. It was during breakfast that two little critters I recognized came to sit on my lap. Suki re-introduced them as being Tara and Tami, Jean's children that I helped put to bed last night. The two might have been twins, but I didn't want to make a mistake of making over one more than the other. We were talking about nothing important when Jean came to me and said, "So what do you think of my girls? Both are special, and I know they can be special kids." The kids jumped down to join other children nearby, so I pulled Jean down to sit next to me and warmly hugged her with one arm. "I can't tell you how much I enjoy the idea of your having twins that I can also enjoy." Those must have been the magic words, as Jean snuggled closer, kissed me, hugged me, and called her twins to us. I let them enjoy the closeness as they let the intensity of our joining become a part of us. Jean leaned away from me and said, "You don't know how much this has meant to me, Sal. The twins loved the idea of you acting like their dad last night, and they are now going to school with the other children. You and your friends here have given them something very special." I was smiling as I said, "Okay, Jean, it's time to go to work. Let's get out to the airpark and let Wes tell us what we need to do." The day was spent finding out what all of us knew about rotary wing, and how far Wes had taken his learning of the rotary wing experimental aircraft. Sandy had his three programmers sign up to learn basic flying. Sandy had already completed his private pilot training, but had not learned instrument flight or worked to get more flight hours. In the afternoon, I was surprised when Joy, Tank, and Jean walked out together, all in flight jumpsuits. Tank announced to Dennis and me, "You two are going to begin your rotary wing training. Jean has recommended that Joy and I do the training while she observes. I want to point out that Joy may have more hours flying these silly aircraft than I do. Now, Dennis, you go with Joy, and I'll take Sal." As Tank turned toward the rotary wing aircraft hangar, he told me, "We'll have an observer with us today, and occasionally after that, but don't even think about it, Sal. We learn from step one." Dennis and I spent an entire day at the airpark, learning about and attempting to fly "swing wing" aircraft. Each new thing I learned was filed into my brain cells for later reference when I was supposed to assist in the design of a better helicopter. Day two was as intense, but we took a longer lunch break of almost forty minutes before we were back out on the practice field, trying to hover in a small area, and lifting straight up and down. I kept thinking of the thousands of pilots who had gone through this same training and what their thoughts might have been. I know Steve meant this as a benefit to the company, but the more I learned to control the uncontrollable, the more I wanted to learn about helicopters. I kept seeing areas where equipment could be located differently and how controls should work for the pilot instead of having the pilot trying to anticipate a control backlash. Jeannie had stepped in during my first hover session, after I started out by having trouble keeping the ship in the same county I started in, and said, "Sal, overcontrolling is what is causing those wild oscillations. Tank will hold the controls while you do this: First, rest your right forearm on top of your right thigh. Stretch out your thumb and index finger – just those two digits – and grasp the joystick lightly. Park your heels on the floor and rest the balls of your feet lightly on the pedals, and dial a little friction in on the collective – that's the power control in your left hand. Now, don't try to move the joystick at all. Just think about it, and think about keeping the aircraft steady, but without trying to move the stick. Pick up on the collective a little bit at a time until the ship starts to dance on its skids a little. Push your left toes out a little bit until the dancing stabilizes. Then think about pushing your left toes out a little bit more as you pull up a bit more on the collective. Notice how the rear end of the right skid picks up first, and think about pulling the joystick back toward that corner as you continue to pull up on the collective. Don't try to move the joystick, just think about it. Look out beyond the nose of the aircraft about a hundred yards, and think about keeping your eyes on that one spot while you lift and lower the aircraft a bit. That's right. Sal? Did you notice you're hovering in one place?" It went pretty smoothly after that, and Tank said he learned a lot about instruction from that experience. If I learned any one thing well, it was how to auto-rotate, settling on the ground without jarring the teeth and backbone of anyone riding with you even after the engine power has been cut all the way back to idle. I had been beckoned to the airpark for additional training on Saturday, and felt that I must be falling behind. Jeannie came from the pilots' locker room in her jumpsuit and told me, "I'm your instructor today, and you're going to learn more of what helicopters can do. Are you ready?" I had witnessed Jeannie in a revealing nightie, joking with Rita, Jenny, Gin, and Suki, just thirty minutes ago. Now I was going to be taught by this same woman, but I now recognized her as an instructor, not just as the very desirable woman she still was. Jeannie had me do everything the same way I had been training with Tank. I had to lift off the storage platform and hover about five feet over it before being granted access to the practice field. Jeannie told me to let her have command of the aircraft, and as I let go of the controls, she poured the power on and pulled straight up into a very severe hard climb. Helicopters can climb like regular aircraft, but they can also ascend by using their rotary wings to augment their climb rate. Jeannie crowded the limits as she ascended by climbing both vertically and horizontally at the same time. We were over five thousand feet and still rising in only a couple of minutes. Jeannie told me, "There could be times when a pilot will be required to climb rapidly, and as long as you have power to spare the easiest way to gain altitude rapidly is to pull up on the collective, the power control, and just climb. You can reduce the power required by trading airspeed for climb rate. I'll go back to the ascension point and you do it." I imitated Jean by climbing and flying upward, but was afraid of stalling like I would in a small aircraft. Jeannie told me, "Helicopters don't stall the same as aircraft do. You'll feel the drag on the controls before you stall. Feel the aircraft and let it tell you what to do. Rotary wings are much more intimate with the pilot than a regular fixed wing aircraft." Jeannie spent an entire day working with me; teaching me how to 'feel' the aircraft. While we were putting the training helicopter away, she told me, "You're going to begin working with some real helicopters on Monday. We'll go through all of the various military aircraft you have here, then begin working on some experimental types. You are a hard worker, Sal, and I respect your ability to learn how to fly. I didn't know how you would do, but I should have known that you are a special learner. Tank told me you were progressing faster than any of his past students, so you have a touch for this stuff. Come on, let's go get a taste of something refreshing." Steve cornered me at the patio and asked, "Are you okay with the woman you're keeping in your home teaching you how to fly as well?" I laughed, "That lady is one hell of a pilot and one hell of an instructor, Steve. Tank and Jeannie are pushing me, but I'm learning as fast as I can. I have a notebook full of notes about what I would want in a helicopter. I'll use everything in my notes when I'm helping to design one." Hap came to me and asked, "How about riding over to St. Pete with us tonight? The family over there asked if you might come back. They liked you and think you showed them respect, Sal. Come with us tonight." I was tired from over four hours of learning to fly a helicopter. After standing and stretching, I waved at my group to ask them what they thought. As soon as I said motorcycle, Suki was hanging on me, telling me that she wanted to go. Niki came to us and said she would babysit Deuce and Trey. That meant that I needed to find seats for my other women. Rita pointed out that I could ride three on my bike with the sidecar if Suki sat with someone. In a very short time, I had them in three seats behind Sandy, Mandy, and Stormy. Jeannie was very excited to go with the group, and became the person behind Suki. Rita rode behind me as we left the park to make a short stop at Jonah's, a shorter stop at the Vanishing Point, before being on our way to St. Petersburg. Upon arriving at the bar where the local club enjoyed an open clubhouse, Hap came to me, took me to the local chapter president, and stood with me, "This is the guy I've been bragging about. You've seen him here being good with everyone. I want you to make this man an affiliate so that all who encounter him know that he will always be welcome amongst us, and will stand shoulder to shoulder with us if needed." Hap slapped me on the back as Stormy came up beside me and held onto my arm. The local Prez poked his hand toward me to shake. "You are someone who we need to know more about. Come join us as often as you can. That Hap and Stormy stand up for you is special. Independents are not usually welcome, but you show everyone respect, and that makes you welcome. Think about it. You might be one hell of a member if you were to join us, Sal." It was then that Hap told me, "These guys need a little help with their network. They think someone is probably watching their PC activity, and they want to know if it's another club or chapter, or just the cops. They don't care if it's the law, because they aren't involved in anything that would get them in trouble. However, they do want to know if it is another club or another chapter so they can be prepared in case something happens here like it did in Tampa." I told all of them, "I'll stop by one day this week and check your network out. It's fairly easy to see if someone is logged in. You probably don't need a network, but since you have one to post information on a website and send internal e-mails, I'll fix it so you can see whoever is on the network at any time. That should keep giving you the information you want." They gave me a telephone number to call before I arrived so that I could be shown their computers and server. While I was having this private conversation with a few of the club's high officers, Hap, Stormy, and my ladies were being treated royally. The one thing you felt from these people was respect and how to show your appreciation. Hap suggested much later that it was time for us to head back to Tampa. Rita was in the sidecar holding Suki on her lap, with Jeannie behind me this time. We were enjoying the ride back, and I enjoyed having this new lady hugging me from behind. The hot tub was discussed as we arrived back at the patio, but most of us thought it was too late, so that idea was dismissed. I really didn't think I was up for it, and I didn't want to make Jeannie join the fun unless she knew all about what went on and wanted to be a part of it. I was so used to having a bed full of women, having someone snuggled up to my back and snuggling another's back, that I didn't immediately recognize that the bed had an extra body. I was almost asleep when the lady whose back I was snuggled against turned around. I could see Jeannie by the soft light of the big alarm clock. She was smiling at me as she gently pressed her lips to mine. In a whisper, she said, "It's so nice to be held without having to give more than I want." She softly kissed me again before turning back over and pulling my hand to her stomach. She shouldn't have done that as something was now waking up below. Without realizing it, I filled and lengthened, pressing against what I now realized was a naked bottom. I didn't move, but part of me wasn't listening to me as it tried to work between the thighs. Jeannie lifted her leg and tucked me up along her moist warm spot. I was long enough that she had me sticking out between her legs and ran her fingertips across the head. She gave a sigh before relaxing, and we both fell asleep. Primary Editing by Pepere Helicopter and Legal Eagle Guru, Rotorhead Proofing and Continuity by Sagacious Last one through - Deenara2000 ------- Chapter 27 I was hugging tiny Suki when I woke up, but the more luscious Jeannie was at my back with her arm hugging me. Suki complained as I shifted to get out of bed, but Jeannie released me and I was able to crawl over her and head to the bathroom. Rita and Jenny joined me as I stepped into the shower. We shared a few kisses before getting busy washing. Jeannie came into the shower with us, looked at the three of us, but didn't say anything. Rita hugged Jeannie and asked, "What's the matter, Honey, what has you upset?" Jeannie hugged Rita and looked at me, "I want Sal to love me, but I'm not sure I want the love to have sex. I almost put him inside me last night, but I'm afraid. I'm afraid I will get hurt and I'm afraid it will turn out like before." Jenny put her hand under Jeannie's chin and said, "You don't have to worry about us or Sal. We'll respect what you want and how long you want to wait before loving him, even if you never make love with him. Sal doesn't want you to be unhappy or afraid of him. Relax, Jeannie, you're safe with us and never have to make excuses or apologize for not being physically intimate." I reached for Jean and pulled her to me for a hug. She was stiff at first, but relaxed as I held her. She pulled my lips to hers when I tried to kiss her forehead, and kissed me as only a lover would. As her lips left mine, she told me, "I love your kisses and want as many as I can get. I love the hugs you give me and I'm thrilled that we can hug naked in the shower like this, but I'm afraid of doing more. Wait for me, Sal; I'll get better." After a pause, she added, "I hope." Rita told Jean, "You had some bad experiences that can be overcome, but you have to enjoy the new good experiences, without focusing on the memories of the past. Don't worry about being expected to do anything. Worry about doing a good job for S&S and for your kids. If you're supposed to become a part of Sal, the time will come." "I want to be a good addition to you girls too. I've watched you; you love each other and show it physically. I want that, but I'm afraid just like I am with Sal." The soap was now all washed off the four of us, so I said, "Come on; let's dry off and start a new day. I'm dying for a cup of coffee." Jeannie enjoyed displaying her very nice body, and seemed to often touch all of us as we dried. I quickly shaved while the first three women went to dress, and the next three sleepyheads came in for kisses before getting into the shower. The kids were helping the little ones get dressed, and Rita's twins were becoming the leaders of that group. Rita and Suki took some time to nurse the boys before taking them to the patio. Those few minutes while the boys were at their mother's breast was special, as the moms' serene look was worth a lifetime of smiles. The patio had filled early this morning, which usually meant a busy day for the company. Sue was in a deep conversation with Henry, while Steve was talking to Tiny and Abe. Rita came to me and said, "It looks like Steve has some responses from your demonstration. Sue is even getting some activity from her military contacts, so it looks like we're in for a busy day." Sandy and I discussed what might need to be done to stay ahead of any questions that could be sent our way, but he said, "We have six different sets of programs made up that will give us a back door to anyone who attempts to pass the program along. We used the copy trap that you showed us at the University, so we'll receive notification and the 'from and to' IP addresses, including any bridges. That should do it." I nodded as I sat back with a fresh cup of coffee. Jean was sitting across the table from me when she said, "You have a full day of training, so we should get out to the airpark as early as possible. You're going to meet and greet a Vietnam era UH-1BH that Jimmy and Tank thoroughly reconditioned. You need to learn from the beginning." The day was brutal in as much as Jeannie wanted me to become proficient in a helicopter that didn't act anything like the Schweizer that I had been training in. Although we had lunch, and only stayed up two hours at a time between refueling stops, Jean didn't want to quit even after six hours. The saving grace was that the Huey didn't require nearly as much moment to moment attention and fine adjustment as the Schweizer, had more power than I needed for anything I wanted to do, and autorotated like a dream, without the white knuckles that afflicted me every time my instructor would chop the throttle on the little helicopter. As we refueled the helicopter the final time for the day, I told her, "I'm bushed. Any more flying today and I'll be a danger to those around me. Isn't there something about the max instruction time in a day? I'd bet it isn't six hours, whatever it is." Jeanie seemed disappointed when I spoke to her, but she looked at her watch before nodding in agreement. She said, "I just want to teach you everything as fast as possible so we can get on with designing the aircraft we want, Sal. I promise to lighten up on you, but there's a lot to learn." My five women and Jean were still sitting at the table after supper that night, discussing what would come next in our lives, when Steve came up to us and said, "Well, Sal, your group has once again contributed to the coffers of S&S, CS&S, and Quality Wear." Steve looked around the group and spoke directly to Jean, "You're in some rare company, Jean. The guy you're teaching to fly rotary wing has just contributed another group of contracts that should exceed about five billion, if they are exercised to completion. That's as in billions of dollars. Who knows whether or not we'll ever collect all the contract value, because Sal will probably create something even better? So be careful with him and treat him right, Jean. He has already been our man of the year." Marilyn and Janet were watching and listening to the conversation, and both got up and came to me. Janet said, "You know that you probably need to take us on another vacation soon, Sal. I think Marilyn and I were not as content with the last one, so how about a weekend in Vegas or Key West?" Steve was still standing with us, and said, "You know what? That's a great idea. I'll call the hotel down in the Keys and make sure our floor is free. Let's make a long weekend of it. We'll leave Thursday morning and come back Sunday night if we feel like it. What do you say, want to party in the Keys, Sal?" The only person at the table who acted disappointed was Jean. She said, "That will throw us at least three days behind schedule. How am I going to teach this guy if he's down on the beach?" Steve told her, "Sometimes having fun is a more important thing to do than flying, teaching, or anything else, Jean. The other thing that Sal needs to do is to go over to St. Pete and help Hap's friends with their network. Come on, Sal; let's ride over there and take care of your promise." The women looked at each other to see who was going to go with me, but Jenny stood and told the rest, "I'm going tonight. We won't be late." That was that. Steve with Sue, Charlie with Shawna, Hap with Margie, Hank with Debbie, and Jenny riding with me, took off and pushed a little faster than I was comfortable with going across the bay to the bar in St. Pete. Using a few of the tools I brought with me, I set their server up with a software firewall that trapped someone rather than kept them out. Once an IP address hacked through the Microsoft front door protection, the firewall trapped the address and put a hard cookie on the far end PC. We would have their address and log in information should we later want to do something with the intruder. The intruder screen is supposed to show any IP address or network name of anyone who isn't listed on the network's class of service. An address or name could not be added to the 'Class of Service' member list unless the administrator used three password steps. The main change we made for the current users was that they would now have to login rather than just accessing the web address. We rebooted the server and admin PC after everything was loaded, and checked to make sure all online users were listed. From another PC, I used one bridge and did a fake login and did what most novice hackers do and tried to rout myself to a position from which I could watch who was doing what, and I could read stored e-mails and notices. The patch was doing what it was supposed to do and identified the bridge and local IP address. We had our first customer within a few minutes. The hacker set himself up as a router and gave himself access. The 'Class of Service' listing caught him and the intruder alert listed the IP address, and to my surprise, it was a named computer. I checked the login at the far end and discovered this was the out of town club that had been trying to take the area over. Another intruder came up, but this one was slick as the operator was able to hide from the other intruder, but he couldn't hide from our trap. I reached to cancel the cookie, but wasn't fast enough. There was a long pause, while the operator attempted to dump the cookie, before he dropped off the connection. We sat back with a beer for a few minutes until the hacker came back, and when our software installed the hard cookie, he attempted to install a like cookie on our server. I let the foreign operator think he had placed the cookie, but I routed it to a CD waiting to record the information instead. I turned to Hap, "This is the law. They have some good operators, so do you want to let them stay and play, or do you want to get rid of them? The local chapter Prez said, "Let 'em stay. This way they'll know we aren't doing anything illegal and are trying to be straight." I suggested to the club members, "Why don't you call the FDLE and discuss what you know is happening, and also tell them that they're welcome to put a man in your clubhouse as long as he follows the rules." Hap looked at the local Prez and nodded. The local leader said, "We'll have a closed meeting and collectively decide on this one. A lot of guys smoke some weed, but they aren't dealing. We're staying out of that and are selling rebuilt scooters that are making us some money. The bar here is open to the public, so we're doing okay there too." Hap asked, "Could you just let the lawman who is hacking us know that we know he's there? I want them to know we aren't a bunch of wienies that let everyone walk on us, but we'll let whoever that really has a purpose come in." I told them, "Call the FDLE first, tell them you know they have been hacking your server, and that you appreciate they haven't done anything to your files. That will get us some kind of response, and if we need to do more, we'll do it and get their attention. Let's leave well enough alone." Jenny was trying to talk to me about Jean on the way home. She was beating around the bush about how to say what she wanted to get out. I finally told her, "Just say what you mean, Jen. If this will help you, I do recognize that Jeannie is scared to death of most men, but she's accepting me and testing me because I haven't made any forward moves on her." "She is scared of you and all men, Sal. She told me that she wanted to crawl under a table when she met Steve, but he was with Sue and Mercy, and that made her able to talk to him. Whatever happened to her must have been really bad, but she hasn't let it influence her twins. She told us that her dad is the only man who she trusts. She apparently was taken advantage of by an uncle, but he's out of the picture now. The man she married became possessive and mean all at once. He was angry that she became pregnant so fast and began beating her at that time. Her ex had someone go to her house to intimidate her. She was beaten and raped by this other man, then the ex came by to beat her some more. She may never want a relationship with a man again, Sal." I told Jenny after a bit, "Jean and I will have a relationship, but it won't be on the same level as the one I have with you five. I think we need to be just the best of buddies and not even worry about intimate contact. We might even want to find her a place of her own. Her trying to overcome anxieties while being so close to me, a male, could keep her from doing a good job." Jenny hugged me from the rear seat of the bike and said, "Thanks, Sal. All of us appreciate the way you accept these things." I put the bike away when we got home, while Jenny ran into the patio to talk to the other women. Rita came in the storage shed while I was wiping the bike down, and said, "Jenny told us what you said. Jeannie is over there crying because she wants more than she has with you, but she's afraid of more. I think she's going to be another of your ladies, but she isn't going to be one of your lovers. The fact that you're being a male figure for her twins has her really confused, but just do what you feel is right and I'm sure it will be." I made the suggestion, "How about putting Jean in a separate room instead of in our bed, maybe even finding her a place of her own? You know that I really enjoy making love to my ladies, but that hasn't happened since Jean arrived. She'll understand, and she can snuggle if she wants to, but not until we are finished loving each other." That got me a kiss on the cheek as Rita left. Knowing that I was going to have another vicious day with the chief instructor, I wanted to go to bed early. We got home within minutes, put everyone to bed, then took a few minutes to just sit and quietly talk with each other. The two sets of twins now had their own rooms, so I had to go into one room for Rita's girls, then into another for Jean's. It was sweet to have the two new little girls give me smooches on the cheek and hear them tell me, "Goodnight, Daddy." I stopped in Jean's new room and gave her a hug and kiss on the forehead. She hugged me hard, but let go and smiled. She whispered, "This is so much easier, and I know that I'll sleep better not worrying if you will want something more during the night. Night, Sal." I was becoming fairly proficient flying several of the helicopters within a month. I may not be anywhere as good as Jean, but I was rivaling some of the more experienced pilots. The difference would be experience and hours, so that everything would become second nature. During the weeks of training, Jean was constantly having me take the co-pilot's seat on a commercial flight. I didn't understand why until I was up in a Lear with Lisa. She told me, "Jean is just making sure you don't forget the rules of flight. Everything you're doing now is training, and you let a lot of rules slide. Flying with me is a way to re-establish your proficiency. Just remember to always do everything by the numbers. Always use your cheat sheets when you've been out of an aircraft for a while. Don't guess at anything; either know the answer or look it up. Jean says you're doing very well." It was during that flight that I learned that Chuck was planning to take a long leave of absence. Lisa and Chuck were planning to go on a minor tour with the band, Blues Expedition, they had been playing with. The plan was to spend a month or so in Hawaii practicing for concerts, before attacking the tour circuit the agent was beginning to book. Their plan was to tour through Hawaii, Japan, Thailand, New Zealand, Australia, and then back up for a few USO shows in the Near East. From there, the group would come back to the west coast to do a couple of concerts in Alaska, down through Vancouver, Seattle, Portland, Sacramento, Reno, San Francisco, Los Angeles, San Diego, Las Vegas, Mexico City, then back up to Austin, Texas. I was amazed at the territory they were going to cover, but Lisa said, "It would take a year or more if we were sailing, but even if we only do one show a week, we'll be through everywhere in three or four months. There are a few breaks of two weeks between shows." After having paused, Lisa said, "The USO shows are only going to be Chuck and me. We're going to go around to the small bases and give them some singing and playing so they have a little diversion. Chuck really wants to do those even with the dangers associated with where we will be. I'm looking forward to it too. Chuck says that we've been so unrealistically lucky in everything we've been involved in, that we need to give back a little. He keeps saying we'll never repay what has come our way." I was curious and asked, "You two play your music with some of the little kids. I know Bonita is always playing with you, and I think Lizzy is either playing her harmonica or singing background. Are they going with you two?" Lisa tensed when I asked that question. She answered, "We really shouldn't take those two with us. They are too young to be away from their families for as long as we will be gone, and they shouldn't be subjected to some of the treatment we will undergo during our travels. Chuck is still trying to figure out how to tell them. You know, even Pops and the brass guys want to go, but Chuck wants this to be more intimate than with a full group. I suppose we have some things to work out yet, but it'll happen because Chuck says it will." Lisa added something to the mix after a few minutes, "You probably know about the studio at Chuck's right?" "Not really, Lisa, I'm not that knowledgeable of everything here yet." "Chuck has a real recording studio that is now even larger than originally built. He has equipment that even the best studios in the business wish they had. We record using multiple microphones throughout the studio recording areas most of the time, then the guys mix it later. Chuck loves to go to the studio in the middle of the night and record separate tracks of what he writes. He does a couple of keyboards, you know, a piano and B3 organ, a bass line, a full guitar rhythm fill, another guitar lead, and he does a voice over if there is a vocal. You sit there and almost cry when you listen to some of his stuff, because it is so heartfelt. He's going to do some of that for our one-night stands for the troops." Lisa was silent for a moment as she checked the dials and gauges on the console. She continued, "Rags', Pop, and their guys often practice in the studio, and Chuck is there with them. They have written and recorded hours and hours of very intimate blues. The music they play is special. They'll do a really driving midnight blues special, then turn around and play some of the most tear jerking blues you've ever heard. That's where the rub comes in. Bonita and Lizzy are a part of that music, and I don't know how we'll separate it. The Expedition is a really unique group, since they can switch between instruments the way Chuck can, but Chuck is the key, and I'm the complement to that key. We're going to have to rewrite a lot of music to take Bonita and Lizzy out." There was nothing that I could say that would have made a difference or any sense, so I didn't say anything. Lisa eventually said, "We somehow need to take Bonita and Lizzy with us. We've become something special that all of us recognize. The Expedition is better with the addition of Chuck, me, Bonita, and Lizzy, but we're even better with Pop and Rags with their men. We play multiple percussion, multiple keyboards, and we add voices to the fill that makes us really special. We're really too big a group to tour, but I really want us to do it together. You aren't that much into music, Sal, so you don't know the pull it has for those that are really into it. Bonita has been into music since she was five or so, and Lizzy learned on her own even before she was five. What we have is natural; it's music at its core. There will be some tough choices for all of us." I now had more insight about Chuck and his family group than I ever had. The idea that Steve and Kathy's youngest was so extraordinarily blessed with her musical ability, that experienced professional musicians felt she was a significant part of their group, was beyond the realm of my knowledge. The rest of the flight was normal as we joked and tested each other's knowledge of the gauges and where they were. This is a tireless and endless game played by cockpit companions as they fly. They test each other on where and for what each gauge was. No one ever asked questions in a certain order, but skipped back and forth among the various functions. It was a silly game, but it was good for a second in command who was still learning. It also kept the pilot in command sharp in the process. My life became very routine. I continued learning to fly rotary wing aircraft, but I also studied any and all aeronautical engineering material I could find written about rotary wing flight. Our objectives were simple. Create a silent, or near silent, helicopter that could fly at speeds near or above two hundred knots, carry the equivalent of eight men in combat gear in addition to the pilots, and be easy to operate. The more I researched, the more I felt we needed to work toward a NOTAR helicopter. NOTAR means No Tail Rotor, offsetting the torque problem generated by the main rotor by using the turbine exhaust or diverting some of the down thrust. Some of the big twin rotor helicopters have rotors that turn in opposite directions to offset the torque problem. There were so many theories and applications that you just didn't know where to start. The most efficient method was to use two "counter-rotating" main rotors, but that was also complicated and expensive. Rotor noise is a form of inefficiency, because all the energy that goes into making sound is energy that doesn't go into making lift or thrust. I would have to use my aerodynamic solutions program and Jeannie's engineering expertise to design a shrouded counter-rotating rotor system in which the rotor geometry is such that the rotors interact to enhance lift and at the same time channel energy that would otherwise go into noise, into lift. By using the converted lift energy the upper rotor would create a synergistic airflow. The theory was probably all BS because if it could be done it would have been done, but it's also the right way to do it. The question was if had been tried before and if not, why not? The aircraft needed to be powerful, but it also needed to be lightweight in order to carry a heavier payload. This wasn't going to be a research of a topic for a few weeks, design something, and rubber-stamp it. This was going to be groundbreaking territory that would probably consume years of research, design, and experiments. Sandy found an older senior engineer who wanted to leave Sikorsky in order to live in Florida. Steve was apprehensive about hiring anyone from a major company, so sent his staff on a witch hunt to make sure the man was who Sandy thought he was. Steve gave his approval to hire the man six weeks later. Jean and the new man, Mort Nusman, became instant friends as they debated the value of various rotary wing aircraft technologies. Mort had worked with Sikorsky on its "ABC" (Advancing Blade Concept) test bed helicopter that used counter-rotating main rotors. While he couldn't ethically impart a lot of positive information about the system, he could warn us away from a lot of the mistakes Sikorsky had made over the years, and that was pure gold. My job remained the same. I needed to continue learning as much about everything I could on how these aircraft flew, and what I could do to make them fly quieter, better, easier, faster, safer, and be able to carry heavier cargo. How hard could that be? (Yeah, right) All the research that had already been done with the aircraft produced to date was available, so we should be able to capitalize on the knowledge that was gained and apply it to what we wanted to design. Like I said, the daily routine became rote, studying what had been previously designed, theories of what was thought to be possible, and what experiments were currently being conducted. My family was becoming homogenous, in as much as everyone was content, enjoying Deuce's and Trey's growth. The two boys were growing at an almost alarming rate, learning to crawl, stand, and trying to walk before they were nine months. The happy smiles on their faces told anyone who saw them how well they were doing. My time with them each day was special, as I constantly couldn't believe that I contributed to bringing them into this world. Steve said it best when he told me, "I look at each of my kids and feel a pride that no one will ever experience except as a parent. Each one of them is their own person, and will become someone different and special. You, as a parent, can only give of yourself to influence them on how to follow a correct path. That's your responsibility, and that will be the toughest job you will ever have. Isn't it great?" I often sat with my family after supper, all of us enjoying being with each other. All seven of the young girls, the two boys, and five plus one women, made up the group. It seemed that Mort had become a part of the group and was always sitting near or next to Jean. She was still standoffish with another male, but getting better. That Mort was gentle and slow helped him to gain Jeannie's attention. The fact that he was also very introverted, and not prone to be forward toward a woman, probably helped instead of pushing someone away that he was attracted to this time. My ladies felt that Jean would probably want to move to her own place now that she was comfortable around us, but she was hesitant to take her girls from the house. That would become a reality as time passed. As for me, I was content. I had moved from my position as an educator to become a cog in the huge S&S machine. My move had introduced me to a group that I had become a part of, with my own now large family. I was still apprehensive of being the male head of a poly relationship with five women, but they were happy, and that made me happy. None of them thought that my getting married to any of them would be a benefit, so we didn't discuss that portion of our relationship. What we had was special, loving, and we all seemed to work at making it a success. The future, our future, with S&S and each other, is good, and the future awaits. Primary Editing by Pepere Helicopter and Legal Eagle Guru, Rotorhead Proofing and Continuity by Sagacious ------- The End ------- Posted: 2012-08-04 Last Modified: 2013-02-02 / 02:40:40 pm ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------