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

THIS IS A NOVEL!

52. Starting Over Continued

Cassandra showed the park ranger their permits to enter the restricted areas of the Southwest region in the Grand Canyon National Park. The ranger told them that they would the first people to enter this section of the park the way it was intended to be by God: On Horseback. There are no trails to follow. There are no roads. There is no cell phone coverage anywhere in this area. If they got into any trouble, they had to use the emergency beacons he gave them. It may take as long as 24 hours for someone to reach them, unless a helicopter was available. He checked their supplies, especially their water and their water purification tablets. They carried enough rations for one month and there was enough vegetation in the area for their six horses to graze on for the three-week journey into the most pristine area of the park. He wished them well, and told them to watch out for snakes, and, especially, the spiders. These creatures loved to climb into warm shoes at night to keep out of the cold. They would bite your feet in the morning when you tried to put them on. Most of them harmless, but some could give you a poisonous bite, that would swell your feet up three times their normal size, and give you a nasty infection that would require you to get to a hospital quickly.

Cassandra and Sergeant thanked the ranger for his advice and moved off at the slow and steady gait of their mounts. They were both experienced horsemen, and love being outdoors.

On the first day, they traveled 8 miles into the park, and they saw some of the most beautiful sights the canyon had to offer. Their trek was mostly downhill, which made the sides of the canyon even more majestic than they already were.

They found an area, with a beautiful glen, to camp at that first evening. Sergeant dug a pit, and banked it with the excess dirt to make sure no sparks escaped. The area was arid, and the last thing he wanted to do was start a brush fire. He found some dried wood and brush put it into the hole. He used a short piece of paper and a lighter to ignite it. The brush was so dry, it flamed immediately. It took the wood a little longer, but it burned hotter. He put a large section of flexible steel over the fire and his job was done.

Cassandra took the steaks and bacon out of the cooler. She sprayed the top of the steel with a little cooking oil; put the steaks in the middle, and the bacon surrounding it. It would take about 30 minutes to cook, so she told Sergeant, "I am going to take a bath, would you care to join me?"

He looked at her like she was out of her mind. "Cassy, that water is going to be freezing. You are going to catch your death of cold."

"I will not be in there that long, and I know a perfect way to warm up." She winked at him as she took her clothes off and moved into the water. "Well, are you coming, or are you not cumming tonight?"

She did not have to hit him over the head with a hammer to get her message across any clearer. He removed his clothes, and move towards her, as she stood hip deep in the water. He jumped in and came up screaming. He felt like he had hit an iceberg. "I am going to kill you for getting me into this water. I told you it was going to be cold, but I didn't think it was going to be this cold."

"I am not sure if being tied to Susan's apron strings all this time made you a wuss, or if it was the Marines. I think it was the Marines, because Susan is stronger than you are."

"Lady, no one insults the Corp and lives."

Cassandra laughed and swam away from him as quickly as she could. Sergeant was close on her heels, but it was not a fair contest. Every time he got close to her, she submerged and changed directions. The sun had gone down and he could not see her. He looked for bubbles but could not see any.

Suddenly, she grabbed his dick, yanked it hard, and swam away. She had been on the water for almost 90 seconds, before he saw her climbing out of the water by their campsite, laughing at him.

She yelled, "The Marine Corps stinks!"

Sergeant swam towards shore as quickly as he could. By the time he got there, Cassandra had turned the steaks and bacon, put a blanket on the ground, and kneeled down on it.

She said, "Are you coming, or are you cumming?"

"Wife, you are a prize I should never have waited for." He kneeled down next to her; kissed her with the passion he had stored up for more than 20 years of waiting, and said, "I was such a fool."

"Sarge, don't go there. We have now and all our tomorrow's. Let's make the most of them."

"I think we should take the steaks off the fire; we are going to be here for a while."

"Put the thermal blanket over them and zip it so no bugs can get at them."

"Beautiful and smart too; what more can any man asked for."

"Sarge, she has to be a good fuck too, right?"

"As I said, beautiful and smart."

He approached her with a big smile on his face, and kneeled down beside her. He kissed her as she kissed him, like that very first time. It was his turn to knock her socks off. This kiss would have done the trick, if she were not already naked. He laid her down, and started exploring her beautiful body. She was definitely not the girl he looked at, when he was in high school. This was a woman in full bloom. He started kissing her on the top of her head, and did not finish until he was sucking on her little toe. Then his mouth started to climb up the inside of her ivory pillars.

Cassandra's body started to shake. He had teased her to one orgasm already, and now she was at the boiling point again. If he didn't kiss her where she needed his mouth; she would scream; grab him by the neck, and show him.

Sergeant was smart enough to know where he was supposed to be, and where his wife wanted him. He grabbed her hands, and kissed them. He looked at her sweat soaked face and said, "I adore you Cassy, I would do anything in this world for you."

Cassandra saw love etched on his face, and was moved to silence, until he moved his head from her left knee to her right knee and started down towards her foot. She exploded!

"You bastard get back here. Do I have to give you a compass to show you where you're supposed to go? I thought Sergeants were the backbone of the Marine Corp. Now I know its Second Lieutenants straight out of school."

Sergeant ignored her as he continued his trek towards her foot. Her instep was her downfall. It was one of the most ticklish parts of her body. When his tongue licked hit it, she went into orbit. He knew he found the right spot, when she screamed his name. She was so far over the boiling point, she had a huge orgasm, and her body was spamming, like a fish on the shore.

Taking advantage of her situation, he spread her thighs, dove into her pussy, and nipped her clit as he pinched her nipples. She had barely come down from that orgasm when she began to cum again. He moved his mouth down and his tongue played the opening of her urethra which caused her to shake again. It made her feel as if she had to pee, and tried to move her hips away from his face.

Sergeant would have none of it. He continued torturing that tiny opening, until Cassy regained the power of speech.

"You fuck; I should pee on you, just to get even."

Sergeant replied, "I give you two minutes to try. If you succeed I'll do anything you want. If I succeed you do anything I want."

"Oh no you don't, you fucked up bastard. I didn't bring any anal lube with me. You are not fucking me in the ass without it."

"You'll never guess what I packed in my shaving kit?"

"You packed shaving cream, a razor, a toothbrush, toothpaste, soap, a comb, and deodorant."

"You left out one thing, one very important thing, and you will never guess what it is."

"It is a tube of anal lube."

"Given that girl a kewpie doll; how did you ever guess?"

"I guessed because my husband is an evil man, and he watches my ass wherever it goes."

"I also love watching your breasts wherever they go. I guess that means I love watching you."

 

"Don't try to get on my good side Sarge. All you want right now is a piece of my ass."

"Cassy, I can wait until after dinner, or tomorrow, or a week of tomorrows. I have you for the rest of my life. So whenever you are ready, I'll be here."

"Fuck you, you bastard; now you are on my good side and I can't say no."

"Then I will say 'no' for you, and we will do it at a better time and get a better place."

"Make love to me stupid Marine. After a speech like that if I was able I would give you a son."

"We don't need children to prove our love for one another. Look up and see what God has given us for blanket."

She looked up into the moonlit, star filled sky, as Sergeants lips moved up her belly. His lips licked her nipples and each one begged for his continuing admiration.

He rose up onto his knees, put her knees over his shoulders, and placed his tumescent organ at her opening. Even in the dark of night he could see light shimmering off her wetness. He leaned forward sliding into her completely, while folding her completely in half.

Cassie said, "Sarge, I am not that limber anymore. You are going to break my back"

"Babe, remember what the ranger said, "Unless a helicopter is available, it could take 24 hours for someone to reach us. That means we would have to stay in this position for a full day, wouldn't that be awful."

"Do you think you could stay hard that long?"

"I don't know I have never tried it before." He started moving his hips and raised himself up on his arms to give Cassie some relief from her extreme position. Then he took all his weight off her hips. They took great pleasure feeling each other's movements as they made love and the enjoyment they had at giving each other pleasure.

Cassy looked in Sergeants eyes and saw that he was straining to hold back. "Honey, I have come three times already, I think you should let go."

He kissed her, fiercely, and put his head on her shoulder, as he increased his speed, and the power of his thrusts. Cassandra joined him in his movements and felt a little tingle in her stomach but did not expect to cum so soon after her last orgasm.

Sergeant was nearly brutalizing her pussy with his prick, as he rammed and rammed into her time and again. He pushed past her cervix, into her uterus and finally almost with a cry of relief, he came. He shot stream after stream of semen deep into her body. He groaned, screamed, and laughed as he continued giving out the last few drops of his cum into her.

Much to her surprise, Cassandra screamed in orgasm also. Aloud she said, "Where the hell did you come from?"

Sergeant replied, "I've been here for the last hour."

Not thinking it was a good enough reply, she bit him on the shoulder.

To get even with her he sucked on her neck giving her a huge hickey.

"You adolescent idiot, everyone is going to see that."

He moved down looked into her eyes, and kissed her on her lips. He moved further south, sucked on her left breast, and left a hickey there. "If anyone sees that one, you owe me an explanation."

She swung at him and connected with his broad left shoulder. It hurt her more than it hurt him. She screamed in pain. "What are you made of, cement?"

"For many years you told me the only thing between my ears was air, are you changing your mind now?"

"I didn't hit your head, I hit your shoulder, and it hurt. I will aim at your head next time, and tell you if I can feel the difference."

"If you tell me you love me I will let your hands go. If you don't, I am going to tickle your feet."

"I love you Sergeant from the bottom of my heart to the top of my head, or until I can get my hands on my rifle. Then your ass belongs to me."

"Can I eat my steak first?"



"At the price of beef today, nothing gets thrown out. Let's eat."



Callaway did he get her flowers at the hospital that day; 24 American Beauty Roses. Every nurse on the fourth floor was jealous of her. She strutted like a queen all-day. Pedro called her every night that week, just to say hello. He called to say how beautiful she was, and how he was going to fuck her to death the next time he saw her. They arranged a date for her next night off. She told him to pick her up at 8 p.m. so she would not have to rush to get ready. She shopped during the week, using some of her newfound wealth. She was going to get some use out of her new tiny, sexy, silk undergarments tonight, along with her new dress, silk hosiery, and Manolo Blahnik shoes. Anywhere they would go, she would be the talk of the town. She was freshly shaved from her shoulders to her ankles. Her long blonde hair was washed, moisturized, and sprayed with golden flakes to highlight it. As she assessed herself in a full-length mirror, she liked what she saw. She knew men liked what they saw, too. Every man she had ever been with liked her body, not every man could put up with her intelligence. She got rid of those quickly. She didn't understand why she went over what Alan had told her in the hospital. "Go slow. He may be the best thing in bed, but..." Pedro was dynamite in bed. He was fun to talk with. He was a great dancer.

Alan said that Pedro was a player. Until now, so was she, but that was because she would not marry anyone until she paid off her student loans. She would not burden anyone with a debt she had incurred. It was a matter of pride. It was a matter of honor. Now that the debt had been repaid, she could see those men who had asked for her hand in marriage, and ask if they still are interested in a relationship with her. Alan was correct when he said she knew them longer, knew their good points and there bad points. Pedro was totally new. She did not know where he lived or what he did for a living. He could be a millionaire, or he could be a pauper. She did not know.

If Alan had not spoken to her, and Pedro asked her to marry him tonight, she might have said yes without thinking it through. At least now, she was thinking about the pros and cons of getting involved with him. She was also thinking about having a good time with him tonight. The more she kept thinking about Pedro, the more she kept hoping he did not pop the question.

She had just put her bra on when the doorbell rang. It was 7:35 PM. She threw on a robe, went to the front door, and asked who it was.

Pedro said, "I'm a little early, can I come in."

Callalily said, "I am not dressed. Keep your hands to yourself, go into the den, and watch television."

He replied, "I like you when you're not dressed, and I love when my hands on you."

"I like you when you're not dressed, and I love when your hands are on me. However, if we are both undressed, and our hands are on each other, we will not be going out tonight; and I want to go dancing. You go into the den, or you stay out in the dark. What is your answer?"

"There are bugs out here. I choose the den."

"I did not know big strong men were afraid of tiny bugs."

"If you come out here with me, I will not be afraid of anything."

"Get in the den!"

She opened the door and hid behind it as he walked into the apartment. He looked over his shoulder, to get a quick look, and was disappointed to see her in a robe.

Sternly, she said, "Den!"

"Yes ma'am."

10 minutes later she entered the den and received the loudest wolf whistle she had ever heard.

She said, "I guess you like it?"

Pedro replied, "I want to be the only man to take that dress off you. It fits you like a second skin."

"I bought this with you in mind."

"I am truly honored. Shall we go dancing?"

"Where are we going tonight?"

"I am taking you to the Ridge Club."

"Very nice, I never been there, have you?"

"Yes I have. My brother is the maître d'.

"It is nice to have friends in high places."

"I like working in the outdoors."

"What line of work are you in Pedro?"

"I am the Chief Grounds Crew Manager and the Starter at the Antelope Hills Golf Club."

"Do you play golf?"

"Do you make people better?"

"Do you think you can teach me how to play?"

"Do you think you can teach me how to put a Band-Aid on?"

"Did you ever play on the circus?"

"Circuit, not circus, and no, I was never good enough."

(They pulled into a parking space at the Ridge club, but the talking continued.)

Callalily said, "You look good enough to eat."

"So do you; and I intend to."

"I am freshly shaved. There will be no rug burn."

"You are the devil herself, woman."

"It was just something to keep you interested throughout the evening."

"The dress is enough to keep an army of men interested throughout the evening."

"What a nice thing to say. Would you like me to shave you?"

"No, I think I will pass on that."

"It will make you look bigger to the ladies."

"After tonight, I am hoping it will be only one lady in my life."

"Why would you ruin a good thing?"

"When I met her last week I was bewitched. I thought about her all week. I talked to my friends about her all week. I could not wait to see her today. I want her in my life."

"What do you know about her?"

"She speaks her mind. She dances with a grace and beauty that defies gravity. She is a goddess in public and a whore in bed. Her life is devoted to saving people. She works six days a week, 12 hours a day, which is inhuman by any standard. How anyone does that is beyond me. She drives a car that needs new tires. It needs a car wash so she can see out the rear window. She lives in apartment that is cleaner than my mother's, and my mother walks around with a dust cloth 24 hours a day. I looked in her refrigerator and all there is nothing there but health food. Either we are going to wind up having a long discussion about the dividing the refrigerator in half or were going to wind up with two refrigerators: his, and her. That is the sum total of what I know about the woman I love."

"What does she know about you?"

"She knows that I work at the Antelope Hills Golf Club. I am number one of the four kissing amigos. I dance very well. I am excellent in bed. I have good manners. I am clean in both health and an appearance, and there is not enough substance between us to start thinking about marriage yet."

"Does that mean we stop seeing each other, or does that mean we see each other and learn more as we continue?"

"I want to keep seeing you."

"Pedro, look at me and tell me what's on your mind."

"Callie, I want you with me night and day. It is the type of man I am. I must have a woman on my arm, or one involved with me. I am not a once a week boyfriend. I will cheat on you as sure as I am sitting next to you today. I would break your heart, and I would break mine. I would marry you this instant, and be faithful to you for the rest of my life, but I can't wait for us to get to know each other and make sure we are compatible. I see it all the time on the golf course. There are men playing two rounds of golf, instead of going home to their wives. Why, because it is more peaceful on the golf course, and there is a war brewing at home. I tell lies for men all the time: yes Missus so-and-so he still on the course, while he's actually in the hotel banging his mistress. I make a lot of extra money that way. Men cheat on their wives, because they can't stand the fighting that goes on at home. Women cheat on their husbands, because they can't stand the fighting at home. Why do they fight at home? They fight because they did not take the time to find out if they were compatible before they got married."
"What if we were to live together for a year? We split the expenses down the middle. One month we will live in your apartment, and the next month we live in my apartment. If your car breaks down you pay for it. If my car breaks down I pay for it. You buy your groceries, I will buy mine. What do you think; is it worth to try?"

Callaway said, "You are not allowed to participate in the festival this year."

"No, that is not fair. I am the reigning champion; I have the right to defend my crown."

"Okay, no deal. It was a nice thought though. I actually thought you were serious about making a commitment for the first time in your life."

"I was serious, but you are taking my crown away from me."

"Just think, I shaved my pussy just for you and you are thinking about your crown. What a waste. You can take me home now; I don't feel like dancing anymore. Is Mark single?"

"Yes he is, and no you don't. Your pussy belongs to me."

"No, my pussy belongs to me. You couldn't be faithful to a ton of gold, if they threatened to take your crown away."

"That's a lie, for a ton of gold I would make an exception."

"That's what I thought. You stay here. I'll call a cab to take me home. Forget my phone number, I never existed."

"Callie, come back here, I was only joking."

Pedro got out of the car and ran after her. He grabbed her around the waist to turn her around. She swung her arm at his head, and he ducked under it. She tried to jam her heel into his foot, but she missed, and broke her new $600 shoe. She cursed at him for being an asshole, and told him to leave her alone.

He grabbed her arms and said, "Callie be quiet or I will put you on the hood of my car and spank you."

"Go ahead Pedro, and you will see the inside of the jail cell quicker than a speeding bullet." She kicked him in the shin and screamed that he was a fucking moron.

The people going into the Ridge Club could not help but overhear the screaming and yelling going on between the couple. It was a classic lover's quarrel, and they disregarded the combatants.

"Callie are you going to calm down or not?"

"Calm down, you have been seen me get excited yet."

Pedro picked her up, threw her over his shoulder, and swatted her on her ass.

"Now shut up, while I take you back to the car."

"You forgot the heel to my shoe, you wetback."

"Callie, my family lived in California before the Irish knew what clothes were. That's why you people all have reddish blonde hair. Inbreeding does many things Callie; it gives you a genetic predisposition for hair color and for prostitution."

"You are a dead man Pedro. Put me down; I'm going to cut you up like a corned beef."

"That's another thing Callie; all Irish are drunks. I'm amazed any of you have your livers left to filter your blood of alcohol. You are all alcoholics."

Callaway was livid. She wanted to get back at him in the worst way, but how could she do that, when she was in the air, facing backwards on his 6 foot, muscular frame. Her arms were tired from pounding on his back, and she could not kick him, because of where his arms were holding her legs. She was helpless. She rested both her body and her mouth, until she was ignominiously dropped onto the hood of the car.

Pedro said, "Are you going to listen to me or not?"

"Why, do I look like a ton of gold to you?"

"No, you look better than a ton of gold to me. I want you more than that. If you would grow a sense of humor, and start laughing every once and again, you would have understood that by now. I was making fun of you, and you took it seriously. My crown means nothing to me. You mean everything to me. When are you going to grow up Miss Callaway? I told you I love you. I did not hear those words come from your mouth. I told you I was willing to give you a one-year commitment. I did not hear an agreement come from your mouth. I said I would be faithful to you for one year. I did not hear the same commitment come from you. If you don't want any of these things, just say no. I will take you home and I will tear up your phone number and forget you ever existed. What will it be Callie, yes or no?"

"Take me home...

Pedro nodded and walked towards the driver's side of the car.

"...and fuck me. I can't dance with one shoe."

Pedro looked back at her and saw lust in her eyes.

She said, "One year, starting tomorrow, tonight does not count. If you leave your underwear on the floor you will find in 1-inch strips the following morning. I use bleach on the floor. I would suggest if you have anything colorful not to put it there. I will tell you the rest of the rules as we go along."

Pedro responded, "I expect to get laid once every night. I expect your full participation in every act. I don't want you to lie there like a doughnut. I don't want nylons over the shower rod. I don't want panties in the sink. I will tell you the rest of the rules as we go along.

Callaway said, "That works for me, but sex only once a night; that's all I can expect?"

"You little bitch, complaining already."

"Listen you; I am 5'11" tall. If I tease my hair I am taller than you are."

"Are we ever going to see eye to eye on anything?"

"Just remember the old saying Pedro, 'When you have them by the balls, their hearts and minds will follow'."

She reached out quickly and tried to grab his crotch.

Pedro's reaction was normal. He moved his hands to cover his pride and joy, while folding himself in half.

Callie said, "Do you see how easy it was for me to make you smaller than I am."

Pedro took a quick look around and saw no one in the area. He grabbed Callie, spun her around, and forced her over the hood of his car. She screamed to no avail. His hands went to the bottom of her short dress and lifted it to her waist. He held her down with his left arm and ripped her thong off her body. He balled it up and stuffed it in her mouth. He opened his slacks and let them drop to the floor. He kicked her legs apart, and speared her completely with one thrust.

Callie's neck reared back, both in pain, and in pleasure, as he invaded her pussy past her cervix on the first stroke. She screamed an obscenity into her thong but no one could hear it. Her eyes crossed as he flattened her chest against the car. "God, he is good." She could not move her hips, because her toes barely touched the ground. It did not matter to him, because he was moving like the piston of a steam locomotive. He would power stroke in, smoothly slide out and down, raise up onto his toes, and power stroke into her again. He did this every other second, and you could hear Callie puff a breath out every time his pubic bone crashed into her ass. It was not a spontaneous reaction from Callie; it was because he kept knocking the wind out of her.

Callie's first orgasm was small, but it rippled through her body for nearly a minute. Pedro yelled, "That is not allowed."

Callie screamed an almost recognizable sentence into the thong,

Pedro said, "Only big orgasms are allowed Ms. Callaway. It appears added stimulation is necessary." Before Callie could react, he reached under her hips to her center and pinched her clit. She exploded upon contact. Her world went white, before she started to grey out."

Pedro saw Callie start to enter a peaceful slumber, but needed her awake. He smacked her ass and her eyes jumped open.

Her thong fell out of her mouth and she said, "You are a real prick. That was a beautiful orgasm and I could have used the rest."

"I don't like to cum in an unconscious woman. It loses something in the translation. It is like coming in a corpse."

"How would you know the difference?"

"I have been with enough women to know the difference. I am getting ready to cum, and I think I will do it in your hair."

"If you go here my hair, I can guarantee you, when you fall asleep in my apartment, you will wake up with no hair on your body; I mean eyebrows, ears, pits, nose; the whole 9 yards."

"Will it hurt?"

"The way I will do it, it will be excruciating."

"I think I will pass this time." He continued stroking into her for another minute or more until he screamed like a wounded bear, and exhausted himself as he poured his life force into her.

The police officer shined his light on them, and said, "From my point of view, that was very enjoyable. However, from the point of view of the law, I could issue you a citation for performing a lewd act in public, among many other things. Why don't you two go home and continue to fight like an old married couple. Of course that would mean arguing, instead of having sex."

Callaway lowered her dress to cover her sex, turned around, and said, "We have already argued. We came to an agreement, and sex was the result. He is going to take me home, and I am going to fuck his eyeballs out for what he did to me. He broke the heel on my brand-new pair of shoes. He ripped a brand-new pair of panties, and he insulted my heritage. Three strikes you are out cold. I am the one who is going to deliver the knockout punch."

"Mister, I hope you did not bite off more than you can chew. You may have thought you had a firecracker on your hands, but it sounds like you have a stick of dynamite instead. Be careful what you just wished for, you may have just gotten it. Good night folks; take your act home, and keep your hands to yourself, while you are driving."

"Thank you officer, you stay safe now. Say hi to Felix for me."

"I will Pedro. Be nice to the lady."

Callaway looked at Pedro said, "I guess I will be the laughingstock of the police station in the morning?"

"He knows it was me, he doesn't know it was you. No one knows I had a date with you tonight, I could always lie about it."

"No, I don't want you to start off a relationship with me by lying."

"Let me take you home, you have a promise to keep."

"Which one are you talking about? I made several promises to you tonight."

"There is only one promise I want you to take care of tonight. I am interested in seeing if it is possible. You said you were going to screw my eyeballs out. Even the thought of that has me hard."

"All I have to do is smile at you and you get hard."

"I am very easy to please."

"Are you going to take me home are we going to stand out here all night talking about it?"

"Are you going to get into the car?"

Callaway crawled into through the driver's side, slid over to the passenger side, while wiggling her ass, and buckled herself in.

Pedro shook his head and followed her in. He did a double take when he realized she had raised her dress above her hips and her legs were splayed open. He could see some of his sperm seeping out of her vagina. She was looking straight ahead, but she had the biggest grin on her face.

He asked, "Are you attempting to develop a sense of humor?"

"From your reaction, I think I succeeded."

He moved his hand between her thighs and scooped some sperm onto his fingertips. He moved his fingers up, and started rubbed them on top of her clitoral hood. Callie started moaning instantly. He slid his fingers down the side of the labia minor, scooped up more sperm and the lubricant she was now providing. He moved his hand up the other side of her labia, torturously slow, bumping into swollen clit as he passed it by.

Callalily was in heated overdrive. She reached for the seatbelt release, but Pedro would not allow her to free herself. He wanted her to struggle for her release and she was doing just that; she was fighting like hell to reach her orgasm, and he wanted her fight longer.

He left her clit alone, moved to her vagina, and thrust two fingers into her. It was a difficult task for him, because of the position of his wrist, but he was determined to find her G spot. Callaway was determined to help him, when he continued to have trouble finding it. She moved her hips, and helped his fingers move to the correct position. She grabbed his hand, and held it steady. She moved her hips against that rough spot on the upper lining of her vagina, until he felt it also. He attacked it with the fervor of the teenager, and Callalily leaned back in the seat to enjoy the ride. She climbed higher, and all the stars burst brilliantly, as a major orgasm overtook her. Her eyes closed to enjoy a well-deserved sleep. Pedro started the car and began the short drive to their apartment.



Unfortunately, they did not make it the entire year. He was not happy with her rotating shifts; one week working from 6 AM to 6 PM, and the next working 6 PM to 6 AM. He worked from 5 AM to 4 PM, which matched her morning schedule just fine. When she worked nights they rarely saw each other. They started arguing over petty things, and the petty things turned into larger things, which affected their love life. They finally realized that this was not going to work, and after eight months they decided to separate, and stay friends, instead of waiting four more months and separate as enemies.

Callaway was now dating Harold, one of the two men who had proposed to her several years ago. He was financially secure, and when Callaway told him about her money, he knew she was not after him for his. They were living together in the same arrangement she had with Pedro, and they would see after the year was out, how they felt about one another. The best part was he didn't work, and she didn't want to stop working, because she loved being a nurse.



53. Finding Nemo

"Hello, Mister Free, this is Marie Mobley.

"Yes Marie, have you found her?"

"No sir, her last transmission was an email to Steve warning him not to try to contact her again. She said she had 'The Garden of Eden' loaded in her computer and the next time he tried to contact her she would not warn him; she would just transmit the program and melt his computer to the ground. She told him she was fine and just wanted to be left alone, until she resurfaced. I checked for any electronic transactions and there were none. I did find two checks she made out. She purchased a Motorhome. She purchased supplies for her Glens Falls Ranch, for the horses that board there. She does this every six months or so for the man who manages the property. Both checks are out of a bank in Las Vegas, Nevada. Other than that Mister Free she has been absolutely silent, as far as I can ascertain."

"Marie don't be disheartened. We have come up against that same stonewall, and I have more people working on it and larger computers looking for her. The reason I asked you to do it, is you were a friend of hers, and you may be able to think of something that she may do that we may never think of. Keep trying for me please. You will be receiving a check for your services."

"Thank you Mister Free, I did not expect to be paid, but it is appreciated."

"You're welcome Marie, when is your wedding?"

"We are going to be married the Saturday after Thanksgiving, because both our families will be able to enjoy being in New York for the holiday."

"That was excellent thinking Marie. It should be an exciting time for everyone."

"I will be just fine Mister Free. It is Steven I am worried about. He is a nervous wreck."

"That is funny Marie. Instead of the nervous bride syndrome, you have the distraught groom. Take plenty of pictures; if and when Patricia decides to come back to us, she will enjoy laughing at him. Goodbye Marie, I have to go back to work."



"Goodbye Mister Free, I will call you when I have something for you."

 



54. Oh Baby

The final touches of the nursery were done. The draperies were hung to Susan's satisfaction. The mobile was hanging properly and the bumpers were securely tucked, and zippered around the inside of the crib. All the safety measures that came with the crib had been neatly checked off as the assembly process had been completed. It was now time to go to the hospital, and bring Callum Gregory Robbins, all 5 lbs. 2 oz. of him, home. The house was so clean it smelled antiseptic. They were not taking any chances of bringing their child, from the sterile atmosphere of a hospital, into a normal home. Today this home was not normal, it was disinfected, and so were the parents. They scrubbed every part of their body vigorously, and there was not a speck of dirt under their fingernails, or toes. There may be some tomorrow, but there was none today. Definitely not today, the day they were bringing their tiny treasure home. They had even gone so far as to have Susan's truck detailed. It had not been this clean since the day it came out of the showroom, and the sales clerk handed her the keys.

Callum had been moved into the nursery. He was no longer needed to be in the Neonatal unit, because he did not require constant care. He was thriving on his own and doing exceedingly well. He was two and half times his birth weight, his lungs were mature and his genitals were still to talk of the nurses.

After all the paperwork was signed, and his parents accepted the notarized copy of the birth certificate, Callum was lifted out of his bassinet, carried gracefully out of the nursery, and handed to Alan.

He was not prepared for this, and nearly went into shock. He could cozy up to mobsters. He could hide undercover for a year. He could be shot and still function well enough to put six thugs out with action. Now he was looking at a 5-pound baby boy, who scared him to death.

He looked at Susan and asked, "What do I do with him?"

"You were the one that got me pregnant dummy; you figure it out." She took the paperwork, picked up the diaper bag, and started walking towards the elevator.

The nurse looked at him and said, "Useless, absolutely useless."

Alan slowly summoned up courage to walk with his son towards the elevator. When the bell sounded, Callum continued to sleep, but Alan jumped out of his skin. He went down to the first floor, and walked towards the hospital exit. He was stopped by a hospital guard, who asked to see the paperwork for the child.

Alan said, "My wife has it."

"Sir, where is your wife?"

"She came down head of me: Susan Robbins"

The guard called medical records and asked if they had a discharge notice for a Callum Gregory Robbins. The secretary said, "We have no record of a Robbins being in this hospital."

The guard said thank you and pulled his weapon. "Sir, do not move, do not harm the baby, and do not make any sudden moves. If you do I will shoot you where you stand."

Alan said, "Why would I do anything to put my son in danger?"

"That is not your son; you are attempting to steal a baby from this hospital. Help is on the way, and you are going to jail for a very long time."

"What the heck are you talking about? My name is Alan Robbins. This is my son Callum Gregory Robbins. My wife's name is Susan Robbins, and she is somewhere in this hospital. Why don't you page her and she will bring down the paperwork."

"Sir, I believe you are delusional. Either that or you are trying to set yourself up as a mental case. Either way you are not leaving this hospital with that baby in your arms."

"Is nurse Callaway in the hospital today, she can verify everything I said."

The guard picked up his intercom phone and called to see if nurse Callaway was in the hospital.

She was working, and she was told to go to the lobby to verify the identity of a man trying to leave the hospital, with a baby.

When she got there she looked at Alan and said, "Good afternoon, Mister Jamieson, how are you today."

"Callaway you will never get laid again. I am going to sew you up so tight; a spaghetti noodle will never get through there."

Susan tapped him on the shoulder and laughed. "We got a call from your good friend Michael Free. He reminded us that you are dead, and had to stay that way until the trials are over. That's why the hospital has no record of you ever being here."
The guard put his gun away.

Alan looked at the three of them and said, "You mean you two set me up?"

They responded, "Who us? Would we do that to you?"

"You will never sleep soundly again. Look for loaded mousetraps, spiders in your bed, and ants in your shoes. The FBI taught me many dirty tricks, and you three are going to be subjected to all of them."

"Callaway, I think we got under his skin. I did not believe it was possible, but I think we finally did it. The jokester has finally been out joked."

"This was not funny. There was a gun pointed at my son."

The guard pulled out his weapon and said, "You mean this? He took a big bite out of the chocolate .38 caliber gun replica."

He asked Alan, "Would you like some, its Austrian chocolate, and it is delicious."

Alan could not take anymore. He started laughing. They had gotten him good. He took the gun from the guard and bit a piece off the barrel. He said, "This is good chocolate. How did they get it passed Homeland Security, and customs?"

The guard said, "It was very easy. It is made in Kentucky."

Alan looked at Susan and said, "Can we take our son home now, before I kill someone else in this hospital."

"Alan," Callaway said, "you promised you would not kill anyone else in my hospital. Four was your allotment; five and you go to jail."

"Let me think for a moment Callaway. Patricia paid off your student loans; you are an independently wealthy woman, with everything to live for. You are living with someone you love, because you took my advice to go slow. Everything in your life is going smoothly. Yes, you are the perfect candidate. I will kill you and go to jail happily."

"Fuck you Robbins, you hit Susan with one lucky shot, and got her pregnant. Now you strut around like a peacock. I hope Callum keeps you up every night until you are 60."

"Susan, I think I got under her skin. I did not think it was possible, but I think I did it. The mouth from the South has been had."

"Robbins if I ever see you in my hospital again, you are going to go from a Mister to a Miss overnight."

"Our baby's godmother is getting a little testy dear. Did someone put a little jock itch powder into her panties this morning?"

"Get out of my hospital, Robbins, before I take my godson and tell him what a bastard his father is."

"Susan, did you tell Callaway she is babysitting on her next day off?"

Callaway yelled, "No, you can't do that to me. That is my cutting loose day. If I don't have fun on that day I will go crazy."

"But Callaway, you have to bond with your new godson. If anything were to happen to us, we would not want him to go into a stranger's home."

"You had this all planned out Robbins. You got me to say yes at a weak moment, and I thought you were being nice. I should have known better. You are going to torment me with this for the rest of my life. I should have my head examined for saying yes to you."

"You must remember Callaway; I talked Susan into it also. She thought I was the nicest person on the planet for asking you to be our son's godmother. Susan believed I was asking you, because of the gentle and professional care you gave me after I was shot. She didn't realize I did it because of your loud mouth, and abusive nature. Getting even is a bitch, isn't it Callaway."

Callaway ran screaming to the elevator, and back to work. As soon as the elevator door closed; Susan and Alan broke into peals of laughter. They laughed so loud they woke up Callum. He looked around to see what was so funny, closed his eyes, and went back to sleep. He turned out to be a very fine baby. After six weeks of being at home, he began sleeping through the night. After one year, he was in the 70^th percentile of babies his age. At his second birthday he was at the 90^th percentile. His premature birth did not affect him at all. His parents did not spoil him. His godmother and godfather did.

Callalily and Sergeant never came to see him, without a toy in their hand. Susan was thankful she had all those extra bedrooms, because one became the storage room for Callum's toys. For his third birthday Callalily went all out. She bought Callum a pony. Sergeant bought him his saddle, and the rest of his tack.

Susan took out her rifle, and threatened to kill them both, if they did not stop spoiling her son.



Callum loved his godparents. They were more fun than his parents. They never made him go to bed on time. They let him watch cartoons when he slept over at their houses. They never made him do his letters, read, do arithmetic, or work on the computer. His godparents let him do the fun stuff. They took him on nature trips into the mountains. They let him discover the ancient Indian rock carvings by himself. They took him to see the wondrous land bridge between the two mountains. They let him climb anything he wanted, and to scuff his knees, without fear of being reprimanded by his mother. They let him come home dirty, where his mother wanted him to be clean all the time. Sergeant wanted to buy him a little go-kart, but Susan told him that if he brought it on to her property, it would be open season on his car. As far as Callum was concerned, his parents were stuffed shirts, and his godparents were fun.



55. Stephano Rides Again

"Steve, Stephano, have you had any luck yet?"

"Oh yes, we emailed each other once time. She warned me if I did it again she would melt my computer. She said she was fine and don't ever try to contact her again. When she was feeling ready to resurface she would do it. Right now she does not want to see or speak to anyone, so leave her alone. If I were you, I wouldn't go near her. She may kill you just for the sport of it."

"Steve, we had an argument, and I got pissed off. I said things I should not have said. It happens to all of us when we are in love and we get angry. I have to find her. Give me a hint as to how I can do it."

"Do you remember what she did to the NSA?"

"Yes, I remember, it was the funniest thing I had ever read. The IRS article was not too bad either."

"You could always ask the NSA to try to help you. She was the one that broke in to their computers and pulled out that information. They may be embarrassed enough to want to find her and punish her, because of it."

"I don't want her punished, I want her found."

"Why don't you try the FBI? They're good at finding people."

"What is the name of the person you want my head to be cut off by Steve?"



"That would be the director himself, Stephano, Michael Free. I will text you his number. Have a lot of fresh clean towels available. He may go straight for your juggler vein. He became very attached to Patty, before you decided to destroy her."



"Mister Free, Stephano Valentino is on the phone and he would like to speak to you."

"Tell Mister Valentino unless he knows where Patricia Parent is, to climb into a ditch and die."

"Mister Free, he said he will do whatever you ask of him, after he finds Miss Parent."

The director picked up the phone and said, "Stephano if you are wasting my time I am going to dismember you personally."

"Michael, I fucked up. Haven't you ever made a mistake before? I made a beauty, and I want to find her before she harms herself. I want to find her before she makes a mistake, goes into a convent, and ruins her life."

"I am not sure that going into a convent would be a mistake for her. She was so upset when you left her; all she wanted was to return to a simple, uncomplicated life. A convent or the cloisters, is as simple as life can be. She will have no worries, she can pray for peace of mind and spirit. She will never have to worry about a man breaking her heart again. She waited so long to find someone, and when she did she put her whole heart behind it. Unfortunately, that man was you; a selfish lowlife, who wouldn't know a diamond, from a piece of glass."

"Thank you for that pep-talk Michael. Do you know where she is?"

"The only thing we have on her is that she bought a Motorhome, and some feed for the ranch in Glens Falls, New York, which she does for the man, who is the caretaker there. Both checks were from the bank in Las Vegas."

"Where did she buy the motorhome?"

"Motorhome was purchased out of Tulsa Oklahoma."

"I didn't know she could drive anything that big."

"If she can make a computer dance, she could drive a tank by reading the manual."

"You're probably right, but who would sell her a motorhome if she didn't have the proper license."

"In this economy, any dealer would sell his right nut to anyone with enough cash to buy one."

"Would you do me a favor please? Run a driver's license request for a Class 2 license for a motorhome, for Patricia Parent?"

Michael put Stephano on hold and called the computer room supervisor. He asked him to run the driver's license request and to call him back when it was completed.

He put Stephano back on the line and told him what he did and asked for his phone number. He said he would call him back when he got the results.

25 minutes later Michael received the information he needed. He called Stephano and gave it to him.

"Stephano, Patricia got a Class 2 license several weeks ago. It coincides with the purchase of the motorhome, and the check. She received the license in Saint Johnsbury, Vermont."

"Shit, Michael, she is heading for Canada again. She is making the trip that took her to you the first time, but this time she is going to stay in Canada and hide out. I will never find her up there."

"Let me call the border patrol and see if she crossed over the border yet."

It took quite a bit longer because of the amount of crossings from Vermont into Canada. He found out that Patricia had not crossed the border through Vermont. Michael relayed that information to Stephano.

"Where the hell is she Michael, where would she go?"

"Do you have a computer? If you do, I would look for convents in the northern tier of states to start. If I find out anything I will call you. If you find out anything, and you don't call me, you will be in jail for obstruction of justice. Do we understand each other Stephano?"

"Yes Mister Free, we understand each other very well."

Stephano pulled up a map of the Northeast United States on his computer and said to himself, "Where the hell is Saint Johnsbury, Vermont." He zeroed in on it, and asked himself, "East to New Hampshire, North to Maine and Canada, South to Massachusetts, Rhode Island, Connecticut, and points south, West to New York, Pennsylvania, Ohio and the rest of the country. Patty where are you? I am looking for you. I want you back."

He looked up hotels in Saint Johnsbury in the first one listed was the Comfort Suites Hotel. He called and asked to speak to the manager. He said his name was Michael Free, Director of the FBI. If you want to call me back here is my number to verify it. This is a matter of some urgency. We are looking for a young woman who may have had a break in her mental status. Her family is very worried about her. She left home four weeks ago. Her name is Patricia Parent and we had just heard she might have received a driver's license and purchased a motorhome in your vicinity. Have you had a guest at your hotel by that name?"

The manager said they had a guest by that name and gave the dates of arrival and departure. He also verified that she had purchased a new motorhome on the date of her departure from his hotel. He did not remember the license plate number. He gave Stephano as much detail about the motorhome as he could remember.

Stephano thanked the manager, hung up, and called Michael Free.

"Michael, I found her or at least where she was three weeks ago. She was in Saint Johnsbury, Vermont. She did get her driver's license, and she purchased a Huge Motorhome from Integra. It's beige and brown on the outside and the inside has all the bells and whistles. The manager knows this because he sat with the sales agent, while Patricia was out taking her driving test. She could be on the road more than 1000 miles, before she has to stop. Only God knows where she went from here."

"Stephano, a better question would be, 'Why did she go to Saint Johnsbury in the first place?'"

"I told you that before Michael. She was retracing the steps her mother gave her when this mess first started. She may find someplace simpler along the way and stop there for good. I just don't know. The way she explained it to me was she went north into Canada, then West to Montréal, where she took a plane south to Washington to meet you. I wouldn't spend a third of the million dollars and leave a motorhome at an airport in Montréal. Maybe she is going to drive that route, instead of flying the last portion?"

"There is only one problem with that scenario, Stephano. She has not crossed the border into Canada, yet. It would blow up that theory right away."

"I have a worse question than that: What is within 1000 miles of Saint Johnsbury?"

Michael replied, "I would say about 50,000 gas stations."

"So were back looking for convents and cloisters."

"I'm afraid so. Where are you now Stephano?"

"I am in Boston. I was headed up to Amherst to check her school, but it looks like that would be a waste of time."

"No, I suggested she try to go back to MIT and continue her education there. She said no, but she may have changed her mind. Check on it, and then go to Amherst. On the odd chance our first guess was right. Stop by the Boston archdiocese and see if they have any information on her, and then call me back with the results."

"Okay Michael, I will start out right now. For the record, I was asshole. My father told me so; my mother hit me because of what I did; and I know it deep in my soul. If anything happens to her, it will be my fault."

"Then don't stand there, do something. Get your ass in gear and look for her. You know the saying, 'Love conquers all.' Maybe you will think of something and it will take you to her."

"Michael, I'm going to Saint Johnsbury first. I want to know why she was there."



"Okay Stephano, keep me informed."



57. Let Freedom Ring

June 1st was Independence Day, not that Independence Day, but Independence Day for Fred Hastings, he was getting out of the hospital, nearly 4 months after he should have died. The doctors held a press conference in the morning advising the press of the miraculous recovery he had made. He still had a long way to go, as far as his physical and mental healing was concerned, but he was now fit enough to be treated as an outpatient. His memory was of concern. It had not improved since the day of the shooting. Certain things he could remember and certain things about his past he had no concept of. He could not remember his childhood, where he grew up, his parents, his sister, or what schools he attended. He did know that he was a lawyer and he was as sharp as ever in that area, before the shooting. They feared, because of where the bullet hit him, the shock, reverberation inside his skull, that portion of his memory may never return. As far as his physical healing, he would get stronger every day. He had a support system in place that would nurture him and make sure that he obeyed all his physician's rules. The doctor laughed when he said, "His fiancée assured me there would be two types of pain involved in his healing. First the pain he caused himself by breaking his physician's rules. Then the pain he would receive because she and her daughters would be beating him for not obeying those rules. There was a wedding scheduled for December. He would either walk her down the aisle after they were married, if he was a good boy, or she would wheel him down the aisle, on a gurney, if he were bad. He was the man of the house, and as always, the choice was his."

The press gallery couldn't help laughing. They knew Fred was in trouble.

At 1 PM they brought Fred down in a wheelchair. He was surrounded by the Attorney General, Sharon, and his four daughters. A happier group of people you could not find anywhere on the face of the planet. As the aid raised the wings on the footpads, and step out of the way Fred was helped to his feet and given a pair of crutches for stability. Sharon said loud enough for everyone to hear, "Fred, no running."

He replied, "Why not?"

She smacked him on the back of the head.

Then the moment the press had waited for, and every photographer had their cameras focused and ready. Fred took his first step, and there was applause from the crowd standing outside the hospital. Many of those were his friends and colleagues from work, who had taken their lunch hour to come and see him. After that first huge step, Fred continued walking with the assistance of his crutches to the limousine that waited by the curb. He waved at everyone who was there, kissed Sharon, both because he wanted to, and because he wanted the press to have a picture of the happy couple. He let her get into the car first. He kissed Sandy, Cindy, Danni, and Debbie. He looked at the Attorney General, threw his crutches on the ground, wrapped his arms around him, and hugged him. This picture would be on the front of all the newspapers the following day, because both men had tears in their eyes.

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Three men sitting in a suburban house in upstate New York were pissed. Michael Caifano said, "That man is going to be President of the United States, and Fred is going to be sitting right next to him. Montrose could have shot him in the balls and I would not have cared; but that fucking idiot shot him in the head and he has no memory of his past. Three of the best psychiatrist in the world have tested him. Four neurologists did their tests and we have all the reports sitting in front of us. If I knew what they meant by, 'a possible collapse of the Intra-Parietal Sulcus,' I would be a danger to myself and those around me."

Joe Lombardo laughed. "What it means Michael is Montrose fucked us good. Fred is no use to us anymore. We can never approach him, but on the bright side, he can't testify against us either. No one would believe him because of his brain injury."

Caifano said, "I guess there is always a silver lining on a dark cloud."

"We have to start looking around for another candidate and another kid to take Fred's place."

"What are we going to do about his father?"



"He has been living up to his end of the bargain. His books are open to us every year, and there is no second set that he is hiding, because the bookkeeper is ours. Let's let him slide. He has lost a son in this affair and I am sure he is suffering because of it. I will tell him about it when I am in the city."



"Sir, what are we doing at the White House?"

"The driver must've taken a wrong turn."

With all the going on at the hospital he hadn't noticed before but he did now. "Girls, why are you all dressed up?"

"Didn't you know, dad, its dress up Tuesday."

"No, I don't believe anyone told me. Sharon am I going to get a straight answer out of you?"

"I had nothing to do with this. I am totally innocent. I stand on my rights as an American citizen. I take the sixth amendment."

Cindy yelled, "Way to go mom."

Her three sisters yelled at her, "It's the Fifth Amendment Cindy."

"No it's not! I just want mom to have a slow trial, with an unfair and partial jury."

Fred leaned over and kissed her. He said, "You play dumb very well, Cindy, but you are no one's fool."

"Dad, don't tell them that, it will ruin all their fun."

"I am going to have your IQ tested. I will make you a bet you are as smart as Sandy, if not smarter."

"Dad, stop, she will start to cry."

Sandy said, "I will not. I will just tear the hair out of your head."

Sharon pulled Fred back into his seat. Do you see what you have started? Now everyone will think Cindy is the smartest one instead of Sandy. Cindy will have to start answering questions correctly, or everyone will think you are wrong."
"I will answer you after we get out of this the big white building, where I should not be."

The limousine stopped in front of the main entrance to the White House. The Attorney General got out first followed by Sharon and the four girls. Fred scooted out, and was handed his crutches. He started up the stairs flanked by his family. Waiting for them was the President, the First Lady, and their daughters. The Attorney General shook hands with the President, and moved aside. When Fred finished hobbling of the stairs, the General introduced him to the President. He said, "Mr. President, this is Fred Hastings, my friend, my assistant, and the man who saved my life."

The President took Fred's hand and shook it warmly. "I wanted to personally thank you for saving Clark's life. There is no one I would rather have as my Attorney General then he. You have done me and the United States of America a great service at the risk of your own life. Welcome to the White House."

"It is my honor to be here Mister President; thank you."

"Let's go inside so we can talk."

The girls teamed up with the President's daughters, and Sharon spoke cordially with the First Lady. They all went to different rooms to speak with each other. Fred's crutches set off an alarm as he walked into the Oval Office, and they had to be checked. They were harmless.

The First Lady and Sharon sat by one of the bay windows. The First Lady asked Sharon, "I know it is customary to ask if you want coffee or tea, but where I come from, sometimes us girls like something a little stronger. Can I offer you something else?"

Sharon smiled at the First Lady and said, "Since I'm not driving, a little brandy would be nice."

The First Lady laughed. "You are a girl after my own heart. Samuel, a brandy and little of my sipping whiskey please."

The Presidential daughters were 19 and 20 years old, and both were already in college. They talked about their experiences and both were in Ivy League schools. When they asked Cindy and Sandy what schools they were going to Cindy said they had not chosen one yet, because of the situation with their father.

The eldest one said, "Mister Hastings?"

Cindy replied, "No, my biological father. He stole $210,000 from my mother, which was our college fund money. The only reason we are still able to go to college is because of Fred. He is going to get us student loans and pay for whatever else we need to make it through year-by-year."

The presidential daughter laughed. "How did your mother latch on to him?"

Cindy was pissed. "My mother did not latch on to Fred. Fred chased her all around Philadelphia. He fell in love with my mother the instant he saw her, and if you don't believe me, ask him. Not all people are born to money like you two bitches. My mother scrimped and saved, since the day we were born, to put that money aside for us to go to college. My father had a gambling addiction, and he stole that money from the four of us. If Fred had not come along, we would definitely not be going to college. It would mean menial jobs for both of us, while you two are traipsing off to your sororities. Your father has men to jump in front of him in case someone tries to kill him. Fred didn't have to do that for the Attorney General. That is not in his job description. He was not wearing a bulletproof vest. He did it because the Attorney General is his friend. The Secret Service would do it because your father holds a title. I wonder if somebody jumped out of the bushes, in front of you, if they would want to stop a bullet for you, with the attitudes you walk around with."

Both of the President's daughters stood up in a huff, put their noses in the air, and left the room.

One of their Secret Service Agents started to walk behind them, but stopped for a second and gave Cindy thumbs up, before he continued on.

Her three sisters crowded her, and congratulated her for standing her ground. They said she was marvelous; and what she told the bitches was right where it belonged: down their throats.

Cindy said, "I hope it doesn't get dad in trouble."

 

A Secret Service agent knocked on the oval office door and said, "Sir, it is time."

The President stood up from his desk and said, "Follow me boys."

Fred looked at the Attorney General and said, "What are you doing to me now?"

"Son, the President of the United States said to follow him. I follow orders; so should you?"

He walked down the long corridor and saw Sharon and the girls were down the hall in front of him. He thought, "Maybe we are going to lunch. I could use something to eat."

As they got closer to the end, a woman stopped him, straightened his tie and his jacket, said he would do fine, and asked him to follow her. She led him onto the stage of the East room, which was crowded with reporters. He looked at the Attorney General who stood to his right and said, "Next time there is a gunman in your office you are on your own." Everyone in the audience heard him, and laughed, because the microphones were on.

A moment later, the President walked onto the stage and everyone in the room stood up. He gave a speech about self-sacrifice, what a friend would do to save another, about family, service, duty, and honor. He mentioned Fred's name in association with all those characteristics. He asked Fred to step forward and said, "On behalf the people of the United States of America, and as President of the United States, I present to you the Presidential Citizens Medal, for your Heroic Action in saving the lives of the Attorney General, Sharon Williams, and your four lovely daughters, from death at the hands of armed gunmen, at nearly the cost of your own life, and at no small cost to your body."

Fred said, "Thank you very much Mr. President, this is truly unexpected and really unnecessary."

The President slipped the medal over Fred's head, and made sure it rested properly on his chest. The President stepped back, applauded, and the entire room joined him.

Fred stayed at the podium and waited for the applause to stop. "I have been asked to say a few words. Even though I have nothing prepared, you have never met a lawyer, who could not talk you blue in the face for hours, about absolutely nothing."

Everyone in the room roared with delight.

"If you were to ask me 'Would I do it again' I would answer' YES, without hesitation. If you were to ask me why; I would tell you to get to know the Attorney General of the United States as I do. I have admired him, and worked for him, in one capacity or another, since I was eighteen years old. He is the most dedicated public servant there is. Mister President, when your term comes to an end, this country would be well served if they made Clark Atwater the next President of the United States. He is the most knowledgeable, honest, dedicated, hard-working man I know. Thank you very much.

The audience applauded, but the President was applauding with great enthusiasm, and a big smile on his face. The other members of the president's entourage were also applauding furiously.

As he took his place at the back of the stage, The Attorney General said, "What did you just do to me?"

"I think I just threw your hat in the ring, sir."

"I haven't even given any thought about running yet."

"Would you like me to quote you sir?"

"Go ahead I'd like to hear this myself."

"Fred, there is so much more I want to do, and I want you there at my side."

"You son of a bitch; even dead you can quote every word I say."

"It's a gift sir."

As they walked off the stage, Julia Atwater joined them. "Clark why didn't you tell me you were going to have Fred give your first public announcement that you were running for president."

"I didn't know I was running for president."

"Are you still telling yourself that lie? You've been running for President ever since I've known you."

Fred said, "It looks like someone got caught in a lie."

"I could kick you and send you back a hospital."

"Really, watch this."

"Ladies, Uncle Clark wants to kick me and send me back to the hospital. What is your thinking on that subject?"

A moment later, Clark stood behind Fred and said "Okay Fred, called them off. I've seen wolves that are not that angry."

Julia said to everyone, "Come on girls, it is time to go home. We have a special meal waiting for us when we get there."
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57. Graduation Day

Sharon had been in contact with the Bradensburg School District, in New Jersey, to see if they would allow Cindy and Sandy to graduate with their class, even though they had taken their last seven months of classes online.

The school board rejected her request out of hand, until their attorney received a letter from the Attorney General of the United States. After advising the school district of the possible consequences of not allowing it to girls to graduate with their class, the school board immediately changed their position, called Sharon, and advised her that both Cindy and Sandy would be allowed to graduate with their class.

She expected both girls to be ecstatic, but they were not, and she asked them what was wrong.

Cindy said, "Fred is not going to be strong enough to come with us. He can't make that long trip in the van. If he can't come, I don't want to go."

Julia Atwater said, "We can always go by plane. I have one."

"Is there an airport nearby?"

Julia replied, "Google it and find out?"

Cindy asked, "What type of airplane? How much distance do you need to take off and land?

Julia looked at Sharon and asked, "I thought Sandy was the smartest one in the group?

Sandy hit Cindy on the back of the head.

Sharon scolded Sandy. "Don't do that again, until Fred has her IQ tested. She may revert back to her old self again."

"Mom, what do you think I'm trying to do?"

The girls ran to their computer to find the closest airport to their hometown.

The girls ran back 10 minutes later and Cindy had tape over her mouth. Danni said, "It was the only way we could control her mom. She found the airport; calculated the distance by air, and the route, by road, before any of us got started. It wasn't fair. Sandy had to sit on her to keep her in the room, while Debbie and I worked on the computer. We couldn't get to tape off her mouth."

Julia said, "You used white adhesive tape?"

"It was the first one we found. It seemed strong enough to keep her mouth shut."

"Did you have to tape her from ear to ear?"

"It seemed like the right thing to do."

Sharon looked at Cindy and said, "If you have to say something nasty, you are forgiven, because this is going to hurt like hell."

Sharon took the left side, and Julia, the right. On the count of three, they both pulled the tape towards her mouth.

Cindy screamed at the top of her lungs and started crying. Sharon held onto her while Julia went to get lotion with a painkiller in it.

Fred came hobbling into the room moments later to find out what had happened. When he saw Sharon, holding the adhesive tape in her hand and pointing to the other three girls, he said, "My bedroom now!"

Sharon said, "Fred, you are not strong enough. Let me handle this."

He replied, "You stay out of this. I don't want you in the bedroom. Take care of Cindy."

He walked into the bedroom last, and locked the door. He said, "Strip, and I mean everything. I have never been this angry with you, ever." He walked into his closet, came out with a three-inch leather belt, and the girls gasped.

"Whose idea was this, and don't tell me it was all of you, because I will not believe you."

Danni said, "I said to them, we should tape her mouth closed, so she could not say anything, before we had the answer too. I didn't think we were actually going to do it."

"Who went to get the tape?"

Debbie raised her hand and said, "I did."

"Who put it on her face; no, don't answer that, it was Sandy, right?"

"Yes, dad, I did it."

"Are you three out of your mind? Are you so jealous of her, now that she's coming into her own, that you would do something like that to her? All these years you made fun of her. Dumb Cindy, stupid Cindy, let's make fun of Cindy. I told you when I first met you that she was not stupid. I told you that one day she would shine. I didn't know when, but I knew it would happen. Sandy if you want to remain smartest, you are going to have to work your ass off. Cindy is going to be hounding your heels for the rest of your life, or you are going to be hounding hers. There is not going to be a hair between the both of you. There is only a few minutes between your births, there are only going to be a few numbers between your IQs. I am going to have both of you tested very soon, and you better be ready. Get that chair from the corner, and bring it to the middle of the room. I don't believe in corporal punishment, but this time is an exception. You have earned this, and you are going to get it.

Debbie sit in the chair. Sandy bend over and grab the sides of the chair. Lower, lower, I want your ass sticking straight out. I am going to hit you five times with this belt. I want you to count each one. You are going to say, "Thank you daddy, I will never do it again. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes sir."

Fred reached back and swung the belt forward until it stung Sandy's rear end.

"One, thank you daddy, I will never do it again."

He did it again, with slightly more force, and Sandy felt the bite of the belt again.

"Two, thank you daddy, I will never do it again."

Sandy's ass was now bright pink as well started to rise to the surface. The third strike hit its mark, and Sandy was crying furiously. Fred yelled, "Say it."

"Three, thank you daddy, I will never do it again."

He did it twice more and Sandy could not stop crying. Fred said to her, "Wash your face in cold water, get out of here, and watch your sisters get the same treatment. You have one minute."

"Yes, daddy.

Debbie stand up, and get behind the chair. Danni sit down.

"Debbie, do you know what's about to happen to you?"

"Yes sir and I know what I am supposed to do."

"Do you deserve this punishment for what you did to your sister?"

"Honestly, I think it is excessive."

"If your sister winds up with scars on her face because of the tape you used, will it still be excessive?"

"I did not think about that daddy. I did not know that was a possibility."

"That tape takes off a layer of skin when you pull it off. Your mother and I won't know for a week or so if we have to take her to a plastic surgeon to get it fixed. Besides the expense, think of the pain your sister will have to go through all because of your little joke. Is this punishment still excessive?"

"No daddy, I did not think of all those things. This punishment is not excessive."

"That was the problem, 'You Did Not Think.'" Get ready, I am about to start. Fred drew back the belt and swung it forward at half speed, as he did with Sandy.

Debbie screamed on contact, and hesitated before she said, "One, thank you daddy, I will never do it again.

Fred increased the power of his swing and Debbie cried out loud: Two, thank you daddy, I will never do it again.

Three, thank you daddy, I will never do it again.

Four, thank you daddy, I will never do it again.

Debbie stand up. Wash your face, and come out here in one minute.

Sandy said, "Daddy, why didn't she get five like me?"

"I have a something special in store for Debbie. She will remember number five for a long time. Sandy sit down on the chair. Danni stand up, you know what to do. Do you have any questions?"

"No daddy, I am not looking forward to it, but I am ready."

Fred did not hit her as hard as he had the other girls, because she had said it as a joke. She was crying at the end of her fifth stroke, and there were welts on her backside, but he had not hurt her as much as she hurt Sandy and Debbie. Now he had one more thing to take care of; Danni's surprise.

"Debbie, I am sure you are wondering why you only got four stripes across your ass and not five. If you will remember back to a time before I was shot, when we were in the van on the way to my apartment, I said I would take your anal cherry at a time and a place of my choosing. This is the time, and this is the place."

"Dad, you can't mean it! My ass is on fire. If you touch it, I will scream in pain."

"That would be interesting to hear with a gag in your mouth, while I shove my dick mercilessly up your ass. You will never, ever hurt one of your sisters again; at least not while I am still alive. Get on the bed, with your ass facing me."

"No dad, I will not do it, it will hurt too much."

"You have just lost your allowance for three months. Do you want to try for your privileges next?"

"Dad you are not being fair. You just whipped me, and now you want to fuck my ass."

"You have just lost your privileges for three months. Do you want me to repeat what you said to me in the hospital?"

"I know what I said in the hospital, but I did not expect it to be now."

"Do you want to lose your first semester of college?"

"No dad, you have all the power, I have none."

"You are wrong, Debbie. You can leave this room, and I will treat you like all the other girls, with one exception; you will never get laid by me again. You can have all boyfriends, and girlfriends you want. You will get your allowance and your privileges, but I will never have sex with you again."

"NO, DAD, YOU CAN'T DO THAT TO ME."

"You are wrong, Debbie. I can, and I will. You will either do what I say today, or there will be no tomorrow. Girls you can start getting dressed, but you cannot put your panties on. I want your jeans to rub up against your sore behinds. I am finished for today. Remember the lesson I tried to teach you. I don't want to teach it to you, again."

Fred began to dress, when Debbie cried out, "Daddy, please stay."

He turned to her and said, "If I stay, you will do everything I tell you to do, without hesitation."

"I will daddy, I promise."

"Danni, Sandy, you can leave. Have your mother take care of your behinds. You can tell her what went on in here. You can tell her what is going on in here now. She can join us if she wishes. The door will be locked, but you can give her the key, which is on the dresser."

Fred had a lot of fun watching his daughters, put their jeans on. The looks on their faces was priceless. As they were walking out the door, taking baby steps, he said, "Walk normally girls, I wouldn't want the staff to think I shoved a pole up your asses."

Danni looked at him. "Daddy, I think a pole up my ass would hurt less." She closed the door behind her, and made sure it was locked.

Fred turned to Debbie, "What am I going to do with you, and that defiant streak that you have running through you. It will serve you well in the future, but it will serve you ill in this household. I have been through what you are going through now, and I was smacked down hard, because of it. I was forced to live a life that I did not want to live, and now, because I lived that life, I have more money than I ever dreamed of. Was it worthwhile; I will never know, because I have known nothing else? As I told your mother, on the day we met, I have obligations I have to meet. I do not know if I still have to meet them. If I don't, this family will be the happiest family on the face of this earth. We will have more fun than anyone ever dreamed of. We will know soon enough. However, I have to train you to be ready for anything, and this is part of your training. You have to be ready to take orders, even when you don't want to obey them. One day it may save your life, even as it saved mine. Now get on the bed and have your ass face me. I am going to hit you, with my hand, because you defied me. You will not scream, or cry out in pain."
As Debbie obeyed him, he commanded her to spread her legs as wide as she could."

Debbie put her head down on the mattress and prepared herself to get hit on her inflamed ass. That was not Fred's target. He hit her exposed pussy, and it was all she could do not to scream. Before she could recover, he did it again, and again, and again. His hand kept hitting her clitoral hood, and the bundle of nerves underneath it reacted to the stimulation. It peaked outside to find out what was happening, and realized it should have stayed under its cover. It was hit directly by the next few blows, and Debbie's mind turned into a kaleidoscope of pain and colors. Fred hit her 10 times before he shoved two fingers inside her velvet tunnel. Her head popped up and grunted at the unexpected intrusion into her body, and she experienced her first pain-induced orgasm. She was expecting this punishment, and she did not understand how her body found pleasure in it. She was confused, but Fred continued attacking her pussy, and as he felt her climbing higher towards her organism, he stopped, and walked away.

Debbie was right at the precipice of go over the edge and then nothing. She looked around and saw her dad sitting on the chair. "Dad, please finish me."

Fred looked at her and said, "No, and if you touch yourself. I will begin spanking you all over again. Keep your legs wide apart, and do not move."

She yelled, "You're killing me, leaving me like this. I'm right there. Daddy, please help me."

Fred walked over to her and looked her in the eye. "If I was Cindy, and I was going to have a scarred face for the rest of my life because of you, would I help you?"

"Cindy would help anyone, and it would not matter if it was a friend or an enemy. That is the type of person she is and always has been. She is better than all of us that way."

Fred reached back, swung his hand as hard as he ever had, and hit Debbie's inflamed ass. It had two effects. The searing pain was immediate, and her body burst into a blinding orgasm, caused by the excess stimulation of her nerve endings. Her body responded by pouring copious amounts of fluid out of her vagina, and onto his hands, as he flipped her over so he could play with her breasts.

He was being hard on them instead of soft as he had been in the past, and he looked angry.

"Why do you defy me? I know what I am teaching you is right. Follow my guidance and you will have a great life."

"I will dad, I promise I will."

His eyes softened, and his hands smooth her silky skin. He picked her up and brought his lips to hers. He kissed her ravenously, and she responded in kind. He sunk his erection into her, and she moaned in delight. He smacked her bottom, and she screamed.

He said, "No screaming." He hit her harder, and she sunk her head into his shoulder, and held her breath until the pain dissipated. He was running out of strength, holding her up, hitting her, and fucking her at the same time. He laid her down, doubled her over, and continued fucking and hitting her.

Her body was a cauldron of superheated nerves. When it was full and she could take no more could take no more, she bit her hand, and exploded again. Her eyes closed and she went limp.

Fred would not let her rest Fred. He pulled out of her and yelled, "Come here."

Her eyes flickered open and she moved to him. He said, "Put me in your mouth and swallow everything."

Debbie said, "But I...," until she looked in Fred's face. He had a look on his face, which told her he already knew she had never swallowed before. She was not about to disobey him now.

She put two hands on his dick, inserted the head in her mouth, and started moving her hands back and forth on it.

Fred smacked her hands away, put them on his hips. He slowly started fucking her face. He did not go deep into her mouth, but he wanted her to know he was in charge.

Debbie's eyes never left his, as he was stroking into her mouth. He did not warn her when he was about to come. She felt the first blast hit the back of her throat. She blinked in surprise. It was hot, thick, and salty, but she swallowed. Fred continued to discharge his semen into her mouth, and he continued his movements. Debbie's eyes kept blinking and she began finding it difficult to swallow as quickly as her mouth filled. Semen began leaking out from the corners of her mouth, until Fred's flow started to slow down. He used his fingers to push the escaped semen into her mouth. She sucked on his fingers, while they were in her mouth. He looked into her eyes, smiled, and said "Good girl."

He walked to his dresser, and pulled out a condom, just as Sharon walked in the door. She asked, "Can anyone join this party?"

Debbie said, "No, only mothers and fathers are allowed in this party."

"I guess I qualify." She looked at Fred and said, "Fred, you brutalized my daughters."

"Yes, dear, but I got no enjoyment out of it. How is Cindy?"

"I'm really not sure. Her face is raw from ear to ear, from that tape. It will take days for it to heal properly. If she doesn't, I will take her to a dermatologist to find out what can be done."

"No, don't wait; take her to the doctor tomorrow. Ask Julia for the best one around, and get an appointment. Tell the secretary what happened and see if she can squeeze Cindy in. Ask Julia to make the appointment for you, maybe her name will carry more weight."

Sharon saluted Fred. He took her into his arms, swatted her on her behind, and kissed her.

"What did I do to deserve that," she asked.

"Now I can walk around saying I hit all my girls on the behind for being bad."

"Bad! You have been seen bad yet, mister."

"You are never bad, with your clothes on."

"That can be remedied in short order sir."

As Sharon undressed, Fred returned to Debbie, who was lying peacefully on the bed. He said, "Show your mother your ass."

Debbie got onto her knees and stuck her ass into the air.

Sharon was amazed. "Fred, you hit my babies with a belt."

"Yes, I did. I hit each one of them five times."

Sharon counted the stripes on Debbie's behind and said, "She only has four, why is that?"

"I had a special punishment for Debbie's fifth, dear. Do you remember our trip from Washington to my home, where I could not take her anal cherry?

"Yes I do. You are going to do it now, with her ass looking like that?"

"That will be her fifth and final stroke of the belt. If you want, you can make it a little more pleasurable for her, by using your feminine wiles. I am going to tear a new asshole for her. She is not going to defying me again, and she will never hurt Cindy or any of our girls again. She will learn this lesson one way or the other." Fred winked at Sharon to let her know he was not going to hurt Debbie when he entered her.

Sharon said, "Fred, it looks like you going to need a little rest before you take on my little girl again. I think I'm going to have a little fun with her first."

Fred looked down and he was nearly erect, but he got Sharon's hint. He said, "You're right, I'm a little tired. I'll take a shower and be back shortly."

He walked into the bathroom, as Sharon sat down on the bed with her daughter. "Debbie, come here and let me see what that bad man did to your behind." She was like a fly, walking into a spider's den. She crawled onto her mother's lap and lay down.

Sharon placed her hand on Debbie's ass and smoothly rubbed her hand around it. "Oh baby, look what he did to you. These welts will last for days. It is going to be very hard for you to sit on anything but a soft pillow, and you know what baby; I am going to make it worse. How dare you do that to your sister?" Sharon raised her hand and brought it down hard on Debbie's ass.

Debbie screamed, "Mom, no, please, it hurts enough don't hit me."

"I saw what Cindy's face looks like. She looks like a piece of raw meat, because of you and your sisters. You deserve this." She brought her hand down again, and Debbie wailed in pain.

"Debbie, so help me God, if ever do anything that stupid again, I am going to take a branding iron in the form of an arrow. I am going to shave your pussy clean, and I am going to brand you with that arrow pointing directly to your vagina. Anyone who sees it will think you are a prostitute. It doesn't matter if it is your doctor, your boyfriend, your husband, or your children; if you should be so lucky. If you are fortunate enough to be able to walk out of this room today, you go over to your sister and apologize to her."

Debbie crawled into her mother's arms, and cried, "Mommy, I'm so sorry. Like Fred said, I just didn't think. It seemed like fun at the time, the consequences never occurred to me or to any of us. We would never intentionally hurt Cindy or each other ever. It was stupid, and we deserved to be punished."

"How many times did I hit you?"

"You hit me three times mom."

"Get on your knees at the edge of the bed, I owe you two more."

"Yes mom."

"You are too close to the edge, Debbie, move in, and spread your legs for balance. Fred used a belt; I am going to use my hand."

Sharon swung her right hand as hard as she could and landed on the fleshy part of Debbie's ass. The sound was amazing. It took everything that she had not to scream.

Sharon said, "I'm going to hit the other side, are you ready?

In a whimpering voice Debbie said, "Yes mom, I am ready."

Without making a sound, Sharon slipped onto her knees, moved her head forward. She slipped her tongue out, and licked her daughter from clit to asshole.

Debbie sprung forward screaming, "O fuck!"

Fred was leaning against the wall at the end of the room and said, "Young lady, what did you say?"

Danni looked at him in surprise and said, "You have to be kidding me."

Sharon and Fred broke up laughing, and soon, Debbie did too.

Sharon climbed on the bed, and kissed Debbie. She whispered into her ear, "Just remember dear, he is only 8 ½ inches long, he will not even reach your belly button."

"Mom, I am not worried about him reaching my belly button, I am worried about the route he is taking."

"Baby, one day I will tell you the entire story of how he got into my ass the first time. I will never waltz with him again."

Debbie looked at her mother, then at Fred, and back to her mother. "Mom, it's not possible to do it, while you're dancing."

"Debbie, when it comes to your father do not ever use the words 'NOT POSSIBLE.' He took my anal cherry to the Blue Danube Waltz; jumps and all."

"Mom, I hurt just thinking about it."

"Baby, it hurt me while he was doing it. He is a brute and a cad, when it comes to sex."

"If you two are finished talking, there is only one person in my family that is still an anal virgin, and I am going to remove that stain upon my reputation shortly. Sharon put your feet at the head of the bed and lay down."

"Do you see Debbie, he even bosses me around; and I like it."

"Debbie, I don't want your mother to say another word."

"How my supposed to keep her from talking daddy?"

Sharon grabbed her daughter's wrist and pulled her towards her. Seconds later, the room became very quiet, as two heads were lost between four thighs.

Fred put the condom on and added anal lube. He was not going to be able to prepare Debbie as he had his other three daughters. However, she was being helped by her mother, and that counted as an extra. He put lubricant on a finger, slipped it quickly up Debbie's butt, and wiggled it around. He felt her tense up, but quickly returned to nibbling on her mother's pussy.

He did the same thing with two fingers, but keep them in longer, and played along the opening lubricating it more.

He positioned his leg on the bed and put weight on it, making it feel like he was going to enter her this time. He lubricated three fingers, and entered her slowly and played around the entrance and going deep inside her. Several times while he was playing at the opening to her ass, his fingers slipped out and he pushed them back in a short way, and continued playing. After this happened, the seventh time he moved his hips into position, his fingers fell out for the eighth time, they played around the edge of the anus, seeking entrance again, and he plunged his dick, 8 ½ inches straight into her bowels.

Debbie yelled, "I felt that.

Fred spanked her.

Debbie yelled again, "I felt that too.

Fred continued pumping away into his daughter, as his future wife, played underneath her.

"Sharon, I'm going to take her away from you." Fred grabbed Debbie by her left leg and around her waist and rolled her off her mother, and onto his lap.

Debbie said, "Dad, if that thing goes any deeper, it's going to be coming out the top of my head."

"No baby, it is still all the way down here in your belly, and mommy is going to give you a real treat."

Fred had his pike up Debbie's ass, and had both her legs pressed up against her chest as he sat down at the end of his bed. Sharon kissed her daughter, twisted her nipples, and kneeled down in front of her.

"Fred, spread her apart please."

Fred pulled Debbie's legs as far apart as they would go. Sharon lubricated her slender hand, using her daughter's fluids. She started playing with two fingers inside her daughter's pussy, and then three. She quickly went to four fingers and Danni's hips were moving rapidly with her.

"Mom, that feels so great. I'm getting ready to come."

Sharon kept moving her hand faster and faster. She said, "Tell me when you are really close baby; really, really, close."

Danni yelled, "Faster mom, just a little more and I am gone."

Sharon gave Danni three more quick strokes, pulled her hand away and stopped.

Danni screamed, "Mom, please, don't leave me like this. I am on fire; you can't do this to me."

Sharon screamed, "After what you did to your sister, you deserved worse. I should let you come and beat the shit out of your pussy so you would remember how painful it was to orgasm. You would never want to do it again. Your father did that to me over and over again, and I hated him for it. You are very lucky I am doing it this way."

Debbie cried continuously.

Fred looked at Sharon and said, "If that is the way you want to leave her, I will stop, and leave her wishing she had cum?"

"Yes Fred, I do not want her to orgasm, I want her left on the edge. She is not allowed to be alone, or to go to the bathroom for at least the next three hours. I am going to put a Maxi-pad by her pussy so her pants cannot rub against it. I want her to remember this punishment forever."

"Wife, you will have to help me with something, because Debbie has a ready done this duty already."

"Do you see what I mean Debbie? He will get his way with sex regardless of whom, or what it involves."

Fred pulled out of Debbie's ass, leaving her unfulfilled. She was on the brink of an organism, and they would not allow her to touch herself, or do any else to bring it on. She was miserable, and in tears.

Fred removed his condom, went into the bathroom, and cleaned himself. He walked back into the room, sat down on the chair, and told Sharon that she could begin any time.

Sharon responded, "How about the day after tomorrow at midnight?"

Fred replied, "How about I fuck you in the ass, until then?"

"Do you see Debbie, he always wins."

She kneeled down in front of him, took him into her throat, and began sucking him in earnest.

Debbie could not believe Fred's cock disappeared into her mom's mouth, without her gagging, choking, or throwing up. "Mom, how do you do that?"

Sharon smiled at her daughter and said, "Practice baby, lots and lots of practice." She returned to Fred's prick, and attacked it with renewed vigor. Within minutes, Fred arched his back, grunted, and came in Sharon's mouth. She swallowed everything, without missing a drop.

Fred got up from the chair, pulled Sharon into his arms, and kissed her passionately. "Thank you baby, you were magnificent, as always. I will get even with you tonight."

"You better mister; and I expect to get fucked also."

"It will be my honor to do so, my dear. Should we take the edge off our daughter, or do you want to leave her in the state she is in?"

"Denying her and orgasm at her age will be a permanent scar on her psyche. I do not want to be responsible for that. I think we can spare 10 seconds to get her off; don't you?"

As they approached their daughter, Fred said, "Do you really think it will take us that long? She was hot as a pistol when we left her. Then she watched you give me a deep throat blowjob. I think if your tongue touches her clit. She will come instantly."

"Me, why do I have to do all the work? My tongue is tired, I just finished with you."

Debbie watched her parents talk back and forth about who was going to bring her to orgasm, for the next few minutes, before she said, "Hello, remember me? I am the one who needs the orgasm, and if you don't mind, I choose both of you, because I love you both very much."

Fred and Sharon smiled, and climbed into bed bracketing her. They kissed her, and she kissed each of them in turn. Each parent descended and took a breast into their mouths and suckled on it. Their hands went down to her pussy and massaged her clit, until it popped out from under its hood.

Debbie was moaning and her hips were moving as if she was getting fucked slowly. Sharon took Fred's hand and put two fingers against his. He looked up to see what she wanted him to do, and when he understood he nodded. They slid their fingers down from her clit to her vaginal opening, and waited for her hips to rise. As soon as she was in the right position, and they both slipped two fingers into her pussy, and Debbie grunted at the intrusion. Instead of moving together as one, Fred and Sharon used their fingers alternately, one pushing in deeply and one pulling out along the top or bottom of her vagina, at the same time, depending on which one of them it was. Sharon's hand was on top, and every time she pushed in or out, she used her nails to scrape along Debbie's G spot. The slowness of the assault was driving Debbie crazy.

Fred was using his fingers on the lower portion of her pussy, and his thumb penetrated her ass every time he plunged deep into her. Every time he took his fingers out to the edge of her pussy, his thumb was the last to pop out of her body.

Debbie was totally and completely frustrated by the slowness of their attack on her body. She was close to tears when she yelled, "Please, let me cum; I can't take it anymore."

Sharon looked into Debbie's eyes and asked, "Are you ever going to hurt any of your sisters again?"

"I never did before today, and I will never do it again, mom. I swear it."

"Fred, send her to the stars."

Fred got on his knees, and said, "Come here, Debbie, we are going to do it like we did it the first time."

Debbie jumped into Fred's arms and rested her head on his shoulder. She put her knees on either side of him, as he lowered her onto his dick.

Sharon moved in behind her daughter, and begin play with her breasts and pussy, as she was being pummeled on Fred's cock. This double assault on her senses was too much for her to bear. She exploded into an organism, unlike she had never had before. She wanted to do nothing but sleep, but her parents would not let her.

Sharon took her into the bathroom and put her into the shower. She said, "You have two minutes. If you are not out by then. I am coming in and putting the cold water on you."

Debbie was out in plenty of time. She was dressed, without panties, and out of the room, within five minutes. Before she left, she jokingly said, "What do I have to do to get punished like this without the belt."

Fred immediately came back and said, "Eat a live squirrel for breakfast."

"Dad, that is gross, but I will think about it."
Fred, Sharon and the girls sat on the patio for a private lunch to talk about what had happened that morning. Cindy was not happy that her sisters had been punished so harshly, but she understood how her parents came up with such a drastic penalty. Her face still burned and it was still pebbly to the touch, as well as raw. Julia had been able to get her an appointment with a dermatologist at 8 o'clock the next morning, before the doctor's normal office hours.

Sharon asked Fred, "I wonder how our girl's rear ends will fare, sitting on those hard, hot chairs, Thursday afternoon, at graduation. Those welts will be in full bloom, and if we don't let them wear anything under their polyester 'Cap and Gowns,' those fiery cheeks should burn like crazy."

"What a great idea, Sharon. We could also add some of the cayenne pepper we talked about last time. It would sear this punishment into their minds for eternity."

Sandy rose and said, "Speaking for us 19 year old females and under, I can guarantee you old folks that we will never, ever forget this punishment. It is thoroughly ingrained in our buttocks, like the grain in the belt that was used on us. We humbly beg that you allow us to skip our graduation exercise, even though mom went through such great lengths to get this approved."

As Sandy sat down, Fred stood up, and looked around the table at all his gorgeous women. He picked up a napkin wiped his mouth and hands, folded it, replaced it by his dish, cleared his throat, and said, "NO!" Then he sat down.

The girls were all over him like a rash. "You went through all of that just to tell us "NO." You could have done that, while you were sitting down. You just wanted us to think you were going to give us a break. "Dad, you are getting down right mean."

Fred said, "It must be because of my near death experience. All my nice guy instincts must have left with my blood, and the 16 people who gave me blood so I could be living today are not as nice as I was before. You are going to have to learn to live with the new me."

Sharon said to the girls, "I measured the new Fred, and I like him. He is 9 inches long and nearly 7 ½ inches in circumference. What a thrill he gives me now."

Danni's mouth opened in horror. She thought she would die. She leaned across the table and said, "You had that thing up my ass, and in my throat?"

"Don't say that Danni; it never got near your throat. However, if you'd like to take your mother's advice, and practice, practice, practice, I am available."

"If you let us out of going to graduation, I will practice, once a week."

Fred smiled, "Graduation only comes once every four years; you will have to do better than that."

"Fred, you have four of us that have to practice on you. Give me a break."

Fred kissed Sharon and said, "Actually dear, Danni is right. There are four young women, who have to practice, and one dazzling young woman, who is absolutely perfect at it. Do you think you would like to charge them for giving lessons? You could walk around the house all day, with a smile on your face."

"What an awesome idea, Fred. They would learn to honor Sappho and do fellatio properly, simultaneously."

Cindy looked at her sisters and said, "Why do I get the feeling I am getting fucked?"

Danni said, "You see Cindy, you are not as smart as you think you are. The only thing you are not getting is fucked."

Fred said, "Sharon send an email to the school board advising them that we will not be coming, because I have not recovered sufficiently enough to make the trip. We would like them to make an announcement to both the class, and the news media in the area that the University of Maryland at College Park has offered Cindy and Sandy full scholarship's beginning in this falls semester."

Sandy and Cindy were speechless. Their mouths were open, but no sound was coming out.

Fred and Sharon were smiling at them, waiting for this news to sink in to their brains. The Attorney General was as good as his word. Now, Fred, and Sharon had to start house hunting between College Park and Washington, D.C.

Screams of joy finally came out of Cindy's mouth, followed closely by Sandy. They started jumping up and down, holding each other tight. The questions started coming fast and furious, but Sharon said only one thing. "When he gets home, be sure to thank your Uncle Clark. He made this possible for both of you."

Congress took their short, taxpayer funded "FIVE WEEK SUMMER VACATION." The President was in Maine. The Washington powerbrokers were anywhere but in Washington. The exception was Clark Atwater. He was still at his Virginia mansion, instead of in Connecticut, sailing on Long Island Sound. He had one more piece of business to attend to before he and Julia could leave town.

Fred and Sharon were asked to join Julia and Clark in the library on Saturday morning. They were surprised to meet two well-dressed men and three very well dressed women waiting for them also.

Fred said to Sharon, "Let's get out of here. He's up to no good."

Clark said, "Sharon, grab him by the neck and get him in here."

Fred sat down at the conference table and asked, "Okay boss, who is going to get screwed today?"

Clark looked at Fred and said, "Have you noticed the evil glint in my niece's eye lately?"

"No Sir, I just noticed that she's been particularly horny lately."

"House hunting will do that to a woman Fred, and do you know what, she found the one she wants. While you have been playing around with your therapists, Sharon, Julia, and the girls have been working hard finding you a home. They figured out that you have 30 ft.² of your own, plus one of the spaces in the garage. The remainder of the house belongs to them. These people are here today to perform the closing. You will sign where they tell you to sign, or your arm will be broken. We will put the pen in your other arm, and you will sign where you were tell to sign and if you don't, that arm will be broken. After that, we will forge your signature. Are we on the same page Fred?

"Sir is this retribution for me throwing your hat in the ring?"

"I have not begun to get even that Fred. My phone has not stopped ringing, since that little episode."

"Mister McPherson anytime you're ready."

Fred was an expert in contract law, and they could not get anything by him with the standard contracts, they threw in front of him. He took their marking pens and started crossing off paragraph after paragraph, and explaining to them why, as he went along. After 20 minutes, the bank's representative said, "We can't write up a contract like this."

"Sign this contract for me and let me keep it. So many government agencies will be breathing down your neck within 90 days, your bank will close its doors for reorganization of its loan department. That should instill consumer confidence in your bank. Who is next?"

The Attorney General sat back in his chair gloating. This was Fred at his best. His mind was as sharp as ever, only his body needed time to repair itself. He would be back at his desk by the beginning of the new year, and maybe, just maybe, and three years they would visit that White House, together again.

After three hours of bargaining, with the closing agents, and going over every detail of the survey, Fred and Sharon closed on the house. Fred asked her when he was going to be able to see it.

Sharon said, "We are all going to go out there now. We have even arranged to cancel your physical therapy for today so you can join us."

Sharon drove the Mercedes van, and the attorney general, along with his Secret Service agents came in the limousine. They drove to Potomac, Maryland, which is 15 miles from the University of Maryland.

As they entered the neighborhood Fred remarked, "These are some very exclusive homes."

Sharon replied, "Yes, I like some of these, but I find some kind of small."

Fred's head nearly snapped off when she said that. He was looking at homes that had to cost more than several million dollars, and she found them 'kind of small.'

As she turned onto Highland Farms Court, Fred saw a house that blocked out the sun. Sharon said, "Isn't that a cute house Fred?"

"There are forts in Europe that are smaller than that house Sharon."

They got out of the car and looked at the massive house made of white slate and brick.

"Fred, our vans fit in those garages, they don't fit in an ordinary garage."

Fred's brain went into high gear. "How would you know that Sharon, did you test it?"

"Of course I tested it, Fred. We couldn't buy this house if I wasn't sure our vans couldn't fit in the garage."

"Sharon, are you telling me this house cost $650,000."

Clark Atwater was leaning against the front of limousine with a big smile on his face, but not say a word.

"Fred, we are paying $650,000 for this house. You signed the paperwork; you saw all the facts and figures. You are the lawyer in the family. Don't you believe your own eyes?"

Fred turned around and looked at his boss. "What did you do?"

"I helped my niece by a house?"

"How much help did you give your niece?"

"Sir that is a family matter."

"It will be a matter of public record by the end of the month. Do you want to save yourself the embarrassment of being beaten up by a weak individual now, or do you want to take a chance that I will cover over the next 14 days, and beat the crap out of you?"

"I gave my niece $20 million and advice on how to use it wisely. The people you met today were all charlatans. They would not know closing from the opening of the ballet. Sharon owns this home and the title awaits your signature. The total cost was $7.65 million. She put a minimum down payment down on a 30 year 4.25% mortgage, with no points or closing costs. I have a few friends at the bank."

"Sir, I could argue with you until I am blue in the face, but that would not be the right thing for me to do. So I'm going to do the right thing. Thank you dad, thank you very much."

Clark Atwater enfolded his son into his arms; glad for the warmth not only of his thanks, but also of his body. By all rights, he should be cold and dead. But by some miracle; Fred Hastings had managed to escape the reaper. He would live to serve him for years to come. No man was happier at this moment in his life than the Attorney General of the United States.

Fred swore he would get even, somehow.

One month later, the most respected political operative in the United States, who normally worked for the opposition party walked into Clark Atwater's home, supposedly uninvited. Fred, Sharon and the girls were there, supposedly discussing arrangements for their wedding.

The Attorney General looked at James Green wondering what he was doing on this side of the Potomac River. He stood up, greeted his guest, and asked him how he could be of service.

Green looked him square in the eye and asked, "Do you want to be the next President of the United States, and are you willing to fight for it?"

"Jim, aren't you working on the wrong side of the bridge, I'm a Democrat."

"You are as much a Democrat as I am a Libertarian, Clark. You are a pragmatist. You realize what can be accomplished, and what cannot. If you are willing to follow my advice, you are going to make both sides angry with you, but the people will love you, because you are going to promise them what is possible, and not what they want to hear."

Without turning his head, he said, "Fred, you are a dead man. You put him up to this, didn't you?"

Julia replied, "Clark, get your head out of your ass. I called him. I have already picked out new china settings for the White House. Don't fuck this up."

"I demand an apology dad."

"You probably planted that bug in her ear, Fred."

"Guilty."

"What is it going to be Mister Attorney General; are you ready to fight, or do you want to flee from this battle, because you are going to have scars all over your body."

"How much do you think this election is going to cost us?"

"My services are free, because I am going to enjoy this fight. The election should cost about $1 billion."

Sharon took a check for $10 million out of her bag, and handed it to Jim Green. He looked at it and said, "We only need $990 million more to win it now."

Clark looked at the check and said, "Sharon, I gave that money to you. It is for you to use for the girls and your future, not to make me president."

"Uncle Clark, you are right the first time. You gave the money to me. I will use it any way I see fit. I didn't even ask Fred about it, because he would have given it all back to you."

"Thank God, one of you has brains in your head. Jim, I am in. How do you want to work it from here?"

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58. Surprise! Surprise! Surprise!

When Sergeant got home from work late one afternoon, Cassandra was sitting at the kitchen table, with a look on her face that could kill a grizzly bear. He had two choices: he could sneak back to work, or he could face her, and see what he did wrong. He decided he would have to face her sooner or later, and wanted to get this over with now. He walked over to her and when he attempted to kiss her she said, "Get away from me."

He retreated from her, walked to the other side of the table, and sat down. "What did I do to deserve this attitude? When I left home this morning everything was fine, I think."

"Did you remember that I had a doctor's appointment today?"

"Yes, you were going for your physical."

"You are such a genius, Sarge; they should put a statue of you in the center of town with a sign attached saying, "Shoot me, please!"

"Are you going to tell me what I did wrong, or should I go back to work with people that make more sense, than you are now?"

"I went for my physical today as you said, and you know what my doctor told me?"

"No Cassie, I did not speak with your doctor today, and I would never ask her about your condition, without your approval."

"Oh Sergeant, how very kind of you. You are such a wonderful person. During the course of my physical she informed me that I am at least FOUR MONTHS PREGNANT!"

Sergeant stared at her. Everything from his neck up was frozen. When his brain started to function again, he said, "You told me you could not get pregnant. What happened?"

"I asked the doctor the same thing. She told me it was 5 million to one shot, and even though I was in menopause, there were still some eggs that were viable. She has to do a sonogram and special tests next week to make sure there is only one little person in there and make sure they are fine. Menopause pregnancies sometimes result in multiple births and sometimes have the risk of birth defects. "

Sergeant's head hit the table, as he screamed, "Oh no, Susan and Alan are going to have a field day with us."

"Is that all you are worried about? You are not worried about me at all?"

"What did the Doctor say about you and the status of your health?"

Linda said, "I was healthier than any horse she had ever ridden."

"So you're telling me that the doctor said you would have no problems carrying our baby."

"How very astute of you Sarge, that is exactly what she said."

"Then why would I have to worry about you?"

"Look what happened to Susan, Sarge. It could happen to me too."

"You could get kicked in the head by a mountain goat, and probably have the same odds."

"Sarge, you are so romantic."

"Did I tell you I put in my retirement papers?"

"Finally, you were supposed to do it two years ago. When did you hand them in?"

"I am turning them in tomorrow morning, as soon as I get into work. I have to take care of my newly pregnant wife, to keep her as healthy as she is today."

"Sergeant, now you are getting romantic. Give me the phone, and I will tell Susan the good news."

Sergeant asked, "Which good news; that I am retiring, or you are pregnant?"



Cassandra said, "The important one, of course."



Alan was mucking the stalls, when he heard a terrifying scream come from the house. He dropped the shovel and ran as fast as his feet would take him to see what had happened to Susan. He ran into the house with horseshit all over his boots and found her talking on the telephone.

Susan looked at him and said, "You idiot, look what you're doing to my floors."

In his own defense, he said, "I heard you scream, and I thought you had hurt yourself."

"Take those boots off, clean the floor, and I will give you the best news you have heard, since the day your son was born."

"As I recall, Susan, the day my son was born was not exactly a good day for me."

"Just do as I ask, you are going to love this."

Alan did has Susan requested and returned to find out what this great news was. He sat down next to her and said, "Okay, what caused you to scream like you had seen a ghost?"

"Cassandra went to the doctor today to have her yearly physical."

"Is she alright? The way you screamed something must be terribly wrong."

"For Sergeant, it is the worst news he could ever have heard."

"Cancer, how long the she have?"

"No Alan, this is worse than cancer for Sergeant. Cassandra is four months pregnant."

Alan screamed at the top of his lungs, "REALLY! She is absolutely positive she is pregnant?"

"The doctor is sure. The test strip is sure. However, there is something else Cassandra told me that may make your day even better."

"Honey, I am already flying in the clouds. If you make this news any better, I am going to need a spacesuit."

"Well you better put it on Alan. The Doctor told her not to be surprised if there are two or more in there. She said Menopause pregnancies often result in multiple births. Cassie will be getting a sonogram next week to be sure."

Alan got up from his chair and started singing and dancing around the kitchen. "I got him, I finally got him. He is going to regret every toy he bought our son."

When he calmed down, he said, "Susan, their house is too small for a baby. It's only 1400 square feet, and there is no real backyard for the baby to play in. I don't like spending your money, but we have so many acres out here with nothing on it. Could we build them a house?"

"I thought you wanted to get even with him Alan? If we build him a house, I think he will be ahead of you."

"I am not thinking about him, I am thinking about the baby or possibly babies."

"Alan you never cease to amaze me. Sometimes you are as cold as stone, and other times you are a soft as a flower. Let's wait until next week, and see what happens with Cassandra's sonogram. If all is well, we will get an architect out here immediately and start the process of getting a house built for them. We will put it just far enough away that we will not step on each other's toes, but just close enough to be good neighbors."

"I hope he has all-girls."

"Why would you say that?"

"He will see what he missed as they grow up and start dating boys. He will see what he missed if he had the courage to ask Cassandra out to a movie or a dance."

"Now that is the Alan I know and love, vindictive to the core. However, what would happen if Callum were to ask one of his daughters out?"

"With what Sarge knows about Callum's genitals, he would have a heart attack if he went near them. Let's go into town, pick up a cake, and go over to their house. I want to congratulate the new parents."

"Take a shower first, you smell like horseshit."

Susan knocked on the door, and when Sergeant opened it, he said, "I knew you couldn't stay away for a long."

"Get out of my way cousin; I have come to congratulate my friend."

"Why is he here?"

"I was holding the cake. He had to drive me."

"I can tell this is going to be a fun evening."

As Alan walked through the front door he put his hand out in a gesture of goodwill and said, "Congratulations Sergeant, a 5 million to one shot, and you beat the odds. The Marine Corps made you into quite a man."
"Thank you Alan; Cassandra is in the kitchen."

Cassandra saw Alan walk in without Callum, and asked where he was.

Susan told them that Callalily and Harold had Callum for the week. Harold was 10 years older than Callalily, and he never had to deal with children running around him all day and night. This was a practice session to get him used to the idea. If he really wanted to marry her, he had to get used the idea of having children. Callaway wanted a family, and that was a deal breaker.

As they sat down for coffee and cake, Alan offered to help serve. Cassandra took the coffee to the table, as Alan plated the cake, and served everyone. Before he sat down, he reached into his pocket, took out a small cloth tape measure and a marking pen. He walked over to Sergeant; put the tape against his jaw and measures up to his right temple. He marked that spot with a yellow X. The women looked at him and asked, "What are you doing?"

Alan smiled and said, "I didn't want to miss the spot I am going to hit him when your baby is born. He fractured my skull on the day Callum was born. I am going to return the favor."

Sergeant replied, "With your puny hand, you couldn't break in egg."

"I didn't say I was going to use my hand, but a 5 pound sledgehammer will do the job nicely."

Susan said, "Boys, stop it this instant, or I will put you both in timeout."

Alan looked at Susan, stamped his foot like a child, and said, "Mommy, you never let me have any fun."

"Boys, they grow up to the men, but they always remain little boys."

Cassandra said, "I married your cousin, do you think I haven't realize that by now?"

"No, you married the prime example. I love him to death, but sometimes I think I should have shot him years ago. He can handle anything that comes at him, as long as it is not wearing a skirt. The only person that can walk into his office unannounced is Amanda. She walks in there, tells him what to do, and he does it. She runs that department, not him. He takes care of his men. He fills out the forms she tells him to, and then brings them back to him to correct his mistakes. When she is satisfied, she makes him out an original, and has him sign it. It may be a man's world, but women run it."

Cassandra said, "There is one more piece of news to celebrate tonight. Sarge is finally turning in his retirement forms. I am going to have him all to myself from now on."

Alan applauded, while Susan got up from her chair went over to her cousin and hugged him. "It's about time you got your priorities straight. Alan and I have a surprise for you. We were going to wait until next week to tell you, but now seems to be the perfect time. First, cousin, I want you to know that this was Alan's idea, and I wholeheartedly agree with it. We are going to build you a house on our property. This house is too small for a baby. There is no room for it to grow up and play in. Next week, after your sonogram, when we know if there are 6 babies, or 10 inside you, we will have an architect come out and look at the land. Then we will decide where to put your home, and have the architect draw up plans that fit the area and your dreams. Sergeant knows that money is not a problem. We have not touched it in so many years, it has grown exponentially. We are going to love having you as neighbors."



Cassandra was so overwhelmed she started to cry. Susan comforted her and told her, "Crying is no good for your baby; only smiles will do. Starting next week, you will know how many times you have to multiply those smiles by."



58. Payback is a Bitch!

Callaway's father, James Hammermann, had been released from jail, on $150,000 bail. One the provision of the bail agreement was he could not leave Cottonwood, until his trial was over. No date for the trial was set, because he wanted to obtain his own attorney. In order to obtain the money for his bail, he signed the deed to his property, as surety, to Patricia's lawyer. She owned the mortgage on his home and no liens on the property were allowed.

Just as Patricia knew he would, James Hammermann left the confines of Cottonwood, and drove to Sedona for a weekend of partying. There was an altercation in a nightclub, and even though he was not involved, the police took his name address, and driver's license number. They ran it through their computers, found out he was out on bail, and his restrictions. They arrested him and put him in jail, until he could be returned to Cottonwood. His bond was revoked, and he lost his home in Texas. When his trial date approached, he had no funds for his own attorney. He accepted a plea agreement that gave him a minimum and maximum amount of years he would serve in prison. His lawyer told him if he went in front of a jury and they showed the pictures of his wife's battered body, from their divorce decree, he could do much worse. It would be up to the judge to set the actual years he would have to serve in prison.

On the day he stood in court before the judge, he was told what rights he was giving away, and wanted Hammermann to tell him why he was standing in front of him today.

In the front row of the courtroom sat the entire Callaway family. Behind them sat every friend the Callaway's had in Cottonwood and the surrounding area, plus many patients Callalily attended at her hospital. The courtroom was filled to overflowing, and the judge could not understand why all these people were here for a simple elocution by a man who was charged with abandoning his family after a divorce.

After 1 hour and 15 minutes listening to this man talk about his crimes against his family, and what he had done in his business dealings in Texas, the judge had a better understanding of this man's lack of character. He set aside sentencing for 30 days, to give the Department of Corrections, his court-appointed lawyer, and the prosecution time to give him their recommendations for sentencing.

What he received surprised him. The Public Defender asked for maximum of eight years. This was a domestic crime, not a criminal case. No lawyer would ever ask for that much time for his client in a case like this.

When he saw the recommendation from the prosecution, he nearly fell out of his seat. They requested 18 years in a maximum-security prison. Who did they think this man was; 'a serial killer?'

There were 213 letters, from friends of the family, requesting that he subject Hammermann the maximum amount of prison time allowed by law. Some letters requested the death penalty for what he did to the family. They explained how the family had to exist on the charity of others in the community, or they would have starved, because he left them with nothing. He emptied their bank accounts, he took their car, and he didn't even leave them enough money to buy food. It took them months to get on public assistance, and even that was not enough to feed three mouths, pay the rent, and have a telephone.

The judge read every letter; some were from local attorneys, who knew the family, and had aided them during their time of need. They were the harshest critics of all, although their language was more eloquent. When he finished reading the letters, he had to remind himself that the state had no death penalty, because he was furious. He thanked the Congress of the United States and the State of Arizona for having sentence guidelines that he had to use as a reference to sentence this man. At least it tempered his judgment, when the time came to send this man to prison.

The judge scheduled James Hammermann's sentencing for 3 PM on a Friday afternoon. It was the last item scheduled on the docket for that day.

The lineup for seats in the courthouse started at 11 AM, and the police had to stop people from getting in line by 11:30 AM. The courthouse could not handle any more. The Callaway's went let in first, with Alan, Susan, Sergeant Cassandra, and Harold. After that the police let 10 people in at a time until the courthouse was filled to the legal limit.

James Hammermann was brought in in handcuffs along with his attorney. As soon as he was settled, the judge entered the courtroom and called everyone to order. He asked James Hammermann if he had anything to say before he passed sentence.

He responded, "No Your Honor, I have nothing else to say."

The judge looked at the Callaway family and asked if anyone would like to say anything, before he passed judgment.

Claire, Callalily's older sister, said, "Yes Your Honor, I would like to say something for my family."

The judge said, "I know this is going to be very difficult for you. You have the option of talking directly to me, or turning the podium and talking directly to the man who was your father. The choice is yours."

"Thank you Your Honor." She turned the podium and looked directly at him.

He avoided her eyes, and looked straight ahead.

"Look at me you chicken shit son of a bitch."

The crowd roared, but the judge pounded his gavel to bring the court to order.

"Miss Callaway, watch your language, please."

"Yes Your Honor. I was seven years old when you abandoned us. I had four dresses, three pair of slacks and three blouses. You were supposed to feed us, and pay mom every month, until we turned 18 years old. You were supposed to pay for our medical expenses, and mom never saw a dime. Callie was three years old, 3, and you didn't give a damn. You hit mom for no reason, and I remember every time you did it. I remember the black and blue marks on her arms and on her face. What was her crime; dinner wasn't ready on time. It didn't matter that one of us was sick. It didn't matter that something had gone wrong in the house, and she had to fix it, because you couldn't be bothered to fix it yourself. You wanted dinner on the table when you got home, and nothing else mattered. Mom suffered and you couldn't care less. Divorcing you was the best thing she could have done, and the courts agreed. We showed them the pictures of her bruised body, and they wanted to throw you in jail. Mom said to them, "If you throw him in jail, there will be no one to help pay our bills." So they let you stay out of jail, because of mom. How did you repay her kindness? You ran away with everything. She worked two jobs and we still couldn't make it from week to week. If it wasn't for our neighbors and friends, who are here with us today, we would be dead. Where would you be now; living in your mansion in Texas, with your 14 McDonald's restaurants, adding to your millions of dollars in hidden money? Well, now you have none of it. Mom owns your businesses. A friend owns your home. The money is spread out between the three of us. Thanks to all these people here today, we are still alive to watch this happen to you. There is only one thing that I wish I could do that I never learned because of you. I still can't cook. Why, because all the years after you left us, we lived out of cans. Three of us shared a can of tuna fish. Three of us shared a can of cold chicken noodle soup. Three of us shared a can of this or that. I was 16 years old before I learned to cook an egg, and I burned it beyond recognition. It was inedible. Nearly all my food is inedible, because I never got a chance to learn how to do it properly. I hope, when the judge sends you to prison, someone picks you as their girlfriend. I hope he keeps you for a very long time, because you deserve to be fucked, just like you fucked us."

The judge broke his gavel, because he could not stop the people in the courtroom from screaming, and applauding Claire's speech. Her husband, Doctor Ted Vincennes was the first to kiss and congratulate her when she returned to her seat. Her mother, Catherine was next, and she had tears in her eyes, because her daughter was so eloquent. Callalily was next. She hugged her sister and held her closely. She said, "I will never complain about your food again."

The judge said, "Mister Hammermann, please rise, I am ready pass judgment."

"Mister Hammermann, it is my opinion that if I set you free, at this moment, you would not be able to walk out of this city whole. I don't believe you have a friend here, and each person in it would want a piece of you, before you depart. What you did to your family is an abomination. I saw your divorce decree, but I did not see the pictures of your wife's battered body. I will take your daughters word for it. Spousal abuse is one of the most detestable crimes I can think of. For a woman with two small children at her hips, and a husband who hit her senselessly, that would be enough for me to send him to prison for 20 years. However the sentencing guidelines will not allow me do it. That is how the government in its wisdom has made the playing field level for all criminals. It takes the anger away from the judge's judgment. I have read more than 200 letters from the people in this city, some of them from very influential people. They have asked me to throw you in jail for the rest of your natural life. I have never seen an outpouring of sympathy for one family and hatred for the accused in all my years on the bench.

Your crimes are very serious in the eyes of the law and in the eyes of God. I can only take care of what the law says. God will take care of you in his own time. Mister Hammermann, this Court finds you guilty and sentences you to a minimum of 15 years in prison, and a maximum of no more than 25 years. The sentencing guidelines allow me to do that, and I have. The Department of corrections will decide in which prison you will spend your time. This court is adjourned."

The courthouse erupted in applause. James Hammermann looked over his shoulder at his former family, with an evil smile. As the court officer was taking him away, he said, "I hope you all eat shit and die."

Furious, Callalily ran around the front rail and went after him.

Susan yelled, "Stop her Alan."

Alan was at the end of the row. He stepped into the aisle and lunged at her as she went charging by. He hit her, and she went down. He rolled onto the floor, as the rest of her family went to control her.

Alan was on the floor, groaning in pain.

Doctor Vincennes went to him and said, "Great tackle Alan, where does it hurt."

"I think I broke my neck."

"Don't move I will call the paramedics. They will be here soon."

Doctor Vincennes went over to his sister-in-law and said, "Nurse, stop fucking around; you have a patient."

"What patient Doctor?"

"The man who saved your damn license is lying on the floor, with a possible broken neck."

"Alan!"

Susan turned her head and saw her husband lying on the floor, writhing in pain.

Callaway was up instantly, and was by Alan's side in a heartbeat. She said to him, "Didn't they teach you how to tackle, when you were in grade school."

Alan groaned. "Yes they did; but I did not have to tackle a runaway train. Leave me alone Callaway; I want a different nurse. Every time I see you something bad happens to me."

"You would not know what to do without me as your nurse, shit face. Your days would be boring. Whose cold hands would wake you up in the middle of the night to take your blood pressure."

"I don't know how Harold puts up with you. He must be a vampire and does not feel the cold at all."

"Does it look like my neck has any fang marks on it?"

"You could be covering then with makeup."

"Okay Alan, stay still the medics are here. They will put a brace on your neck and take you to the hospital. If we are lucky we will only have to take your head off."

"I just want you to know that I left Callum a note in his 'Memory Box.' He is to open it when he is 13 years old. It contains a lot of memorabilia about his birth, and other things that I need him to know just in case I am not around. There is one thing I had to make sure he know. I knew you wanted him to know it too. I told him from that year on that he was allowed to have sex with his godmother. She would be more than happy to train him, because of his size."

"Tell me you didn't do that Alan, or you will not make it onto that backboard."

"I am in such a vulnerable position right now Callaway. With a simple twist of my neck you could get rid of me forever. Why would I lie to you? My son, because of his tremendous gifts, will need the best training available, and you are an expert in that field. I'm sure Harold wouldn't mind sharing you with him."

Callaway was getting ready to scream, when a paramedic moved her aside, and began positioning the brace around Alan's neck.

Susan saw the redness in Callaway's face, and said, "What did my husband do to you this time?"

"He told me he put a letter into Callum 'Memory Box'. He tells Callum that it's fine to have sex with me anytime he wants after he is 13. He tells Callum, I will be happy to train him."

"Naturally you believed him."

"He said he was in such a vulnerable position that with a simple twist of his neck I could get rid of him forever. Why would he lie?"

"Callaway, at what age did you stop growing up? You are easier than my three-year-old to fool. Alan has your number and can pull your chain anytime he wants. Callum has no box."

"Callum has no 'Memory Box!' Are you sure? If you are, you are going to be a widow tonight Susan, because I am going to kill your husband."

"My husband saved you from losing your license."

"Damn that man! He gets my blood pressure up, and then he does something nice for me and I can't get even.

Susan said, "Give yourself a little time Callie, you will think of something."

Alan was still in the emergency room when Doctor Vincennes came in to give him the verdict. He said, "Good news Alan, you did not break your neck. You broke your clavicle."

"Can you give mine to Callaway and give me hers?"

"No Alan, you would look a little funny that way. It's a pretty straightforward procedure, because of its position. I have to go in there, put a sleeve around it and a couple of pins in to hold the bone in place, until it heals. Then I use a soldering iron and a flamethrower, and I'm done. Due to your advancing years you should be fine in two or three decades."

"Just don't let Callaway near the flamethrower. She will aim a little bit lower than necessary."

"We will do this first thing in the morning, I'll give you some pain medication, and something to help you sleep through the night. You will be home the follow morning. I will get you away from your antagonist as quickly as possible."

"Why Doc, she is so much fun."

"Don't let her hear you say that, she will not talk to you for a week."

"We can't possibly have that happen, can we?"

"I can't wait for her to have a baby. I want to see which one acts worse. It will be very close but my money is on Callie."

"There's the problem Doc; there will be no takers. Everybody's money will be on Callaway, unless we get some fool, from out of town to take the bets. At one year old the baby will be more advanced than her mother."

"I heard that Alan."

"Oh shit, she's here. Run for the hills Doctor, I bet she talked to my wife already."

"You bet your ass I did Alan. Memory Box my ass, you are dead man."

"Doctor, can I have my sleeping medication now. If I'm going to die, I would rather do it in my sleep."

"I could give her sleeping medication and put her in bed with you."

"I would die of hypothermia by morning. She is the coldest bitch I know."

"Alan, you are pushing your luck too far."

"I am going to leave you two children alone. I have to go home and try to eat dinner. I have a surprise for my wife."

Callaway said, "Why Doctor, the medication finally worked? You are able to get it up again."

"Getting it up Callaway has never been a problem. It's getting it in to the Callaway icebox, and keeping it up it is the problem."

"I am going to tell my sister you said that Doctor."

"I wasn't talking about my wife Callaway. I was referring to what Mister Robbins was telling me about hypothermia, and a certain female Irish nurse I was going to put in bed with him."
"His heart could not take it Doctor, not even with all the work you put into it. Besides, Harold proposed to me, and I said, "Yes."

Doctor Vincennes said, "Congratulations sweetheart, I could not be happier for you. You deserve all happiness in the world."

Alan agreed. "If you promise not to hurt me, I would like to congratulate you also. I don't even have to think about you being the best nurse in this hospital. I also know that you are most wonderful godparent any child could have."

"Dammit Alan, I'm angry with you, and then you say something nice to me. You just don't want me to get even with you."



"Trust me Callie; I will give you plenty of opportunities to get even with me. Give me a hug and don't kill me when you do it."

Callaway leaned over to give him, to give him a hug. She lost her footing and landed on his chest.

Alan screamed, "God damn it, Callaway. I'm going to kill you."

"I slipped Alan, honest I slipped."

"Yeah Callaway, you slipped just like Callum has a 'Memory Box.'"



The End

Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father

Chapter 13

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