Dark as Daylight Ch. 21E

Connie rolled onto her side. She soon found herself on her back, with Lucius tenuously on his side touching every part of her body with amazing speed, dexterity, and tenderness. His lips started on hers, then traveled to her eyes, nose, hair, and ears which Newton said were very erogenous zones for her. As soon as he realized this, he attacked them with vigor. However, this was only a deception. She never noticed his fingers slide through the center of her vulva, find her distended clitoris, and began to torture it.

Her conscious mind may not have noticed it, but her central nervous system certainly did as she exploded unexpectedly into orgasm.

"You fuck, Lucius, I didn't even know that one was coming."

"Do you keep track of all your orgasms, honey?"

"The good ones like that one I do."

"Has your husband been holding out on you lately?"

"That bastard rather fish than fuck lately. I'm thinking of trading him in for a new one."

"Neither Paul nor I am available for that spot in your life, Connie. Our marrying days are over, Connie. However, we can be good friends, excellent friends in deed."

"I know, Lucius, don't ask me how I know, but somehow I knew I could count on either one of you if I needed help."

"Was this to put an exclamation point on that friendship?"

"No, not at all, I've been wondering about the two of you since he carried you into this hospital, as if you were a 5-pound sack of potatoes. I've seen strongmen, but they have always been subservient to their owners. Paul is not subservient to you. He answers to you in many things, but he also takes charge when he must for your safety and benefit. You two are definitely an odd couple."

"We may be odd, but we are still alive where many people are not because of the way we handle our business relationships. I wish I could tell you the things we've done together, but they are government secrets. Paul is alive because of me, and I am alive because of him. No relationship is stronger than ours is. Even though he threatens to send the film of you torturing me to the rest of our unit, he won't do it, because it would injure that relationship."

"Okay Lucius, I am ready for penetration number 1. Choose your target, and let's both of us have fun."

"I am going to slide out of bed and stand on my one good leg. Put your legs over my shoulders, and let's see if I can fuck you into next week."

"I accept that challenge, but if you fall, Paul will kill us both."

"That is why I am going to be holding onto your thighs for dear life, Madame. Please assume the position."

"With pleasure, Lucius."

"Please grab the object of your desire and insert him into the appropriate opening."

"Why don't you do it?"

"There is a very simple reason for that. I'm standing on one leg, with minimal balance, and holding onto your thighs so I do not fall and have Paul join us. Having you insert my penis into your vagina will ensure I remain upright so you may reach orgasm number 2, and I may reach orgasm number 1."

"Are you always so organized, Lucius?"

"99% of the time, yes; 1% of the time, no."

"What happened during that 1%?"

"I was dismissed from the Army under false pretenses."

"Is that a military secret also?"

"No, if you are interested, I can tell you about it at a different time and place."

"Officially, I am interested. Now fuck me."

"Since you have me firmly embedded inside you, it will be my pleasure."

"No, Lucius, it will be our pleasure."

"Yes, Connie, I believe you are correct."

Paul stood by the door, never moving, never turning to listen to what was going on behind him. When Carl and Mel came up to him and questioned when the Colonel was going to be released, because they were getting hungry and wanted to leave the helicopter unprotected, he said sternly, "You two idiots have already left the helicopter unprotected. Anyone could get to it while you two are here asking to go to lunch. Now I will have to do a complete preflight before I can put the Colonel into that bird and take him home. That means 2 hours of him sitting downstairs shouting at your asses for being so stupid as to leave a prime target unprotected. I hope you enjoy it, because I am going to enjoy the thought of it."

Mel said, "We've only been gone 5 minutes. What could someone do to the helicopter in that time?"

"I don't know why we keep you two on. Anyone could approach the helicopter and put sand or sugar into the fuel tank, cut an oil hose, or mess with any of the avionics I need to pilot that bird back home. Now get downstairs and watch over that bird until I get there. If you need to eat, call out for a pizza or sub."

Mel said, "I told you that's what we should've done."

Call replied, "You always think you're right."

Paul said, "One more screw-up, and you're both gone. Is that understood gentlemen?"

"Yes, Chief Master Sergeant, it is understood."

Mel asked, "You always think you're so smart, Carl. I follow you around and I always wind up in trouble because of it. I think I'm going to change my ways, and do things my way from now on. This is a very cushy job with great pay and benefits. I wouldn't want to lose it because of one of your idiot ideas."

"My idiot ideas? Whose idea was it to get back to base Monday morning, instead of Sunday night on the last ferry?"

"I didn't know that the first ferry was going to be canceled because of bad weather, Carl. If it wasn't, we would've been at home plate on time asshole. You didn't complain about spending that night in bed, all warm and comfortable, with that woman for an extra 10 hours."

"I agree with you on that part, Mel. Her breasts kept my head all warm and comfortable, and I'm beginning to get used to these college girls, with their shaved pussies, and their jewelry implants in the most unexpected places."

"You bought her a piece of jewelry for one of those places, didn't you?"

"I got horny as hell as I watched the guy implant it in her clitoris. She didn't even say 'ow', when I heard the tool click. I know I flinched when I heard it, but she didn't. When we got back to her place, she was wild as all hell."

"Do you see what this job does for us, Mel. You have all that expendable money for your women, and they show you their appreciation afterwards."

"I'll show you my appreciation after you call for a veal cutlet Parmesan sub, from that Italian place over on Figueroa and 14th Pl., Carl."

"Is there a problem with your cell phone?"

"No, it's just I don't have their phone number on my list, and I know you have it on yours."

"Give me your phone, I'll put it in, and let you speak to them. Don't forget to tell them to deliver it to the helicopter."

"It would be kind of stupid to tell him to deliver it to anyplace else."

"Yes, it would.

79. Countdown

"Why the hell didn't anybody call us, Patty," Rod Laver yelled. "We are down here looking at seven or eight days before liftoff, and I'm calling to tell you something that is going to surprise you down to the roots of your hair, and you knocked the wind out of my sails with this information. How is Jemma? How is William taking all this? How are their girls? I wanted all of them at the launch. Now it looks like none of you are going to be able to come down because of the situation."

"Calm down Rod, some of us will definitely be there, especially Patrick, Stephano, Richard, Anna and her family. I can't promise I'll be there. It all depends how things are going here. You know Jemma is more than a sister to me. She is like blood and I will be by her side as often as possible. We are doing rotating shifts right now.

My brother, William, goes to his office around noon, after spending the morning with our father and mother. I relieve him for the next four hours, and the girls come in to visit when they come home from school. Their dad is awake and doing very well during all this. He makes them laugh while they are in the room, and it is great for their spirits. Sometimes the laughing gets through to Jemma and she will start talking even though she is heavily sedated. She doesn't know who she talking to, but everyone listens intently to what she says. It is even taped for the doctors to hear later in the day. She never mentions pain, only how much she loves William, and her girls.

Jemma speaks even though she's heavily sedated. She is receiving heavy doses of antibiotics to fight the necrotizing fasciitis, but she appears to be beating it. It's only been six days since she's been home but things are looking good. We don't know if she realizes what she is saying; or where she is, because sometimes what she says is very disjointed. However, her husband asks for a gun when she says she's going to cut him to pieces for alleged violations of their marriage contract, and it is things he says she couldn't possibly know about."

Rod said, "You know Jemma is clairvoyant."

Patty responded, "She is not, she's just frighteningly smart."

Rod yelled, "Don't yell at me when I ask you this question, because you probably thought about it a dozen times already. Why haven't you put Jemma in stasis? The temperatures would kill the bacterium and her body would not need all the drugs she's on to stay alive?"

"Rod have you ever put a heart transplant patient into stasis?"

"You know I haven't Patty. It's not ethical."

"If it's not ethical for you to do it, why is it ethical for me?"

"It was an emergency, and there was no other choice."

"That's where you're wrong, Rod. I have thought about it. We can't do that to her until she beats this bacterial disease. After that is done all roads are open to us to save her life. She is on the heart transplant list, and they can do it here in Patrick's house if they must, because this room is just like an operating theater. Jemma's chest has been cut away on both sides it is being held to her body by gauze and glue so it doesn't shift around while she's breathing. It can be removed in less than a minute using a laser. Her doctors are on call every hour of every day, and her nursing staff here is phenomenal. What was your news?"

"Richard and Rebecca are getting married. They don't wish to wait any longer to be together permanently. They are perfect to one another, and they have asked for permission from her grandparents, and from Rosalind and me not to wait any longer. It is wearing on their relationship, and they don't want to break the vows they made to themselves and each other in secret."

"You raised Even's boys to be gentlemen, Rod. Richard is coming up on 16, isn't he?"

"No, that was last year. How old is Gordon?"

"You just want to find out how old I am you bastard. You've forgotten, haven't you."

"You don't remember who you're talking to, do you? I don't forget anything, including the day I sat on the hood of that hot automobile, waiting for a tow truck to arrive that you never called."

"Dad never said he called for a tow truck. He simply told you to have the tow truck driver take you home on his way to the shop."

"According to Alfred, he's two years old."

"Don't do this to me, Patty. How old is Gordon and don't you dare bring Einstein into this, again."

"Yes, he will be 17 shortly. This marriage is going to drive Holden crazy. He's going to think of his brother having sex with Rebecca, and he's going to be masturbating until his thingy falls off."

"Do you think Debbie will join him?"

"If Holden goes near Debbie in a sexual way, she will break him in two."

"A super-intelligent firebrand. They have no intentions of getting married? It sure looked like it when we were down there last year."

"They are like the tides; they ebb and flow. One moment they are going to kill each other and the next, you think you're going to have to operate to separate their heads. I must remind myself that they are still children, but I was never a childlike that young boy."

"Can I ask Rosalind about that? I do remember the story about how you courted her, blue panties and all."

"I was 23 years old, and a young man in heat over a beautiful young eligible woman, not a teenage girl."

"I believe we are splitting hairs over a few years. Let's get back to the main issue. How many days before you launch the bubble? You still haven't notified the news outlets, and all that mundane."

"I think I'll talk the boys into launching August 21."

"Should I ask why?"

"Yes, it's eight days away, it's the first day of school, and it's the day of the total eclipse, which runs right over Charleston South Carolina."

"Rod, your logic is flawless, but you still are a pain in my ass."

"Thank you for remembering, Patty. Please keep me appraised of what's going on up there, and I'll keep you up-to-date on what's going on down here. Finally, I'll get some rest from those two geniuses."

"You still have to administer all those patents for the rest of your lives."

"You had to remind me of that didn't you?"

"I just wanted to brighten your day, Rod."

"Patty, you are a pain in the ass."

"Stephano likes it that way."

"Pervert."

"Yes, I know, but I grew to love it too."

"Goodbye Patty."

"Goodbye Rod."

"Thank goodness they will never be another bubble. There will be no more geniuses here to build it."

"You haven't been talking to your daughter lately, have you?"

"How can I Rod? She's on Atwater Luck, and I have no way to get a message to her."

"I'm sorry Patty, I didn't realize that you only had 2 children."

"Stop fooling around with me, Rod. You know I have 3 children, 2 girls and one boy. Laura, Anna, and Richard."

"None of them are smart, are they?"

"Richard's children are doing very well in college, exceedingly well. Anna and Cloudy's 4 children are also showing great promise in school. However, none of them are showing the potential of their father's, mother's, aunt's, or uncle's. They are just well above average students."

"However, you left out the parents, and what they may desire."

"Richard wants no part of space. I don't know what Anna wants to do. She has been very secretive with her moves lately. She's been spending a lot of time on the continent, visiting the Pope, and other religious shrines. I don't know if Cloudy and her are having problems, but I hope not."

"Cloudy and Anna are fine. If you would call her more often you would know that, grandma."

Rebecca shouted, "Grandma, I don't need a wedding dress. I'm only going to wear it for a few minutes, and then I'm going to have to give it away. I'm can't take it with me into space."

"Why not, Becky? We've got plenty of room, and some young girl who's growing up on Atwater Luck might love it. A lot of girls out there might get use out of it. I think you're being very selfish."

"Grandma, I think you want pictures of me all in white to show my parents when we get there. Is that your motivation?"

"Why would I be thinking about your parents at a time like this? I'm going to see you in white as you get wed. That's good enough for me."

"Grandma, you don't lie very well."

"Young woman, you're being punished. Go to your room. You are not allowed to see Richard for the rest of the day."

"That's not fair, grandma, and you know it. You are going to have photographers at the wedding, covering it from every angle, just to show my parents. You have never punished me for telling the truth before, but you're doing it now to cover your lie."

"Call your boyfriend, I don't want you here anymore. You have become too prideful. You weren't supposed to get married, at all, until all your self-imposed restrictions were met. I conceded to your wishes without an argument, because I felt it was the best thing for you and for Richard. We have a long trip ahead of us. I don't know how long, but we are going to be in relatively close quarters, and I didn't want you or your sister breaking your vows. All I asked in return was for you to wear a white dress. You found it too much of an imposition. I don't want you in my sight until after you're married. I won't be there as a witness at your wedding. I don't know about your grandfather; you will have to ask him if he's going to give you away or not. Get lost now, I can't bear the sight of you."

"Grandma, nooo, we can't be like this. I would rather die first. We have been together too long, and have too much love for each other to have something as stupid as a dress get in the way."

Richard stuck his head into the room and said, "You are absolutely right sweetheart. If you don't want to wear a white dress, then don't wear a white dress. Let's get married naked."

Rebecca screamed, "Richard, stop this nonsense. You know I won't do that."

"Come on Becky, time to wake up. You are having that dream again. If you don't want to get married to that bozo, don't marry him. I'll marry him for you."

As she shook the cobwebs from her mind, Rebecca's thoughts cleared. She yelled at her sister, "Debbie, you just want to get laid. You are as horny as I am."

"Guilty as charged. Why are you having these terrible nightmares? You never used to argue with grandma; now you're even arguing with her while you're sleeping."

"Debs, I don't know why I'm having these nightmares. If she wants me to wear green to the wedding I'll wear green. Blue I'll wear blue. Whatever she wants me to wear I'll wear. I just want Richard in the worst possible way. I have a terrible feeling that I'm going to lose him soon, and I don't want that to happen without us being happy for a while."

"As always, you interrupted the wrong dream. You are going to have a long and happy marriage. You're going to have 10 children, and each is going to be smarter than the next. I am going to go from marriage to marriage to marriage, because my husbands are all going to be adventurers, and I won't leave our family. I can't live without being with you. So, get used to this ugly face staring at you for the rest of our life big sister."