Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 04

"Babe, you are not supposed to think about those things. It could get you in trouble, and I do not want you anyplace near trouble. Please do not ask me any questions in reference to what I am doing and where I am going."

"I am not allowed to worry about my husband?"

"No, Susan, because your husband will be coming home to you, when this is over. The cavalry is on its way. That is what... Dammit, I cannot tell you about that. Susan, I love you with everything I am. I cannot talk about it. Let's lie down together so I can go to sleep holding you. Please trust me when I say I will be coming back to you, and it will not be in the box."

"I trust you, Alan, and I love you even more. I am going to the gynecologist, while you are gone to have her check on our little one. I will give you all the news, when you get back."

As they lie down together, Alan kissed her neck, and her ears, and said to her, "I want pictures; black and white and color. We will start a scrapbook for her, so she will see how small she was at the very beginning."

"Who said it was going to be a girl?"

"I want her to be as beautiful as her mother. If it is a boy, and he takes after the father, someone said he was as 'Dumb as a Mule'. I would not wish that on any child."

Susan replied, "The father is starting to show signs of intelligence; he married the mother."

"What Mule wouldn't? The mother knows how to cook."

Susan turned over to face him. "One more New York City joke like that, Mister Robbins, and you will not be able to sleep. Your balls will hurt you so much that you will have to put them in ice to keep the swelling down. Are we clear on that point, Alan?"

"Yes, ma'am, your spoken point, and your aiming point are understood. I am going to sleep, in an attempt to take my brain off-line."

"Excellent thinking Alan; I will wake you up when dinner is ready."

Don Valentino, your informant was correct. Alan Robbins was in Cottonwood, Arizona. We missed him by an hour. We have all the information on him, and we will send it to you by fax. He was married this morning to a woman, who owns a ranch. We interrogated her. She was very cooperative and a real hick. She gave us everything we needed, because she thought we were Feds looking for a missing person. She never asked to see our identification papers. We thought she was lying to us and trying to protect him. We stayed around for about forty minutes to see if he would show up at the house. We walked back in to find her alone coming out of the shower. He went to the city of Prescott, rented an airplane, and was supposed to fly it to Phoenix. He changed his flight plan at the last minute and flew to Lake Havasu City. No one knows if he put someone in the airplane with him, or if he was going to Lake Havasu to pick someone up and bring him to Phoenix. He was recalled to Washington, D.C. this morning, minutes after he was married. Something important must have happened, because his new wife was very upset. We have a copy of his flight plan and the tail number of the aircraft he is flying. We have a flight to Phoenix that leaves in thirty minutes. We will be there well before he is. The clerk at the flight service station said the only variable would be the amount of time he spends on the ground at Lake Havasu. That also presents a problem for us. We do not know what he is going to do there. If he has Stephano with him, he could leave the aircraft there, cross the lake in a boat, and disappear. If he picks up Stephano in Lake Havasu, and flies to Phoenix, we will be here to take your son away from him. We can only be in one place at one time. What do you want us to do?"

"Are you sure he has been recalled to Washington?"

"Everyone we talked to saw him get the phone call, go to his own home, get into his truck and leave, immediately after the wedding. They had come to the city, together, in her truck. They may not have heard the conversation, but something happened that was very important, and he took off like a bat out of hell. His wife told us that his phone was scrambled and unlike any cell phone she had ever seen. He would not even give her the phone number."

"It sounds like one of the governments secure phones. Go to Phoenix and wait for him. I will have my men look in the computers to find out what flight he is on and get back to you."

"Thank you, sir; we are going to board the aircraft now."

Don Valentino turned and said his computer people, "Check all the airlines, leaving Phoenix, I do not care what their destination is, but find Alan Robbins and see if he is traveling alone. You have his credit card number, and he may be using an alias, but the number will be the same. If he has another person with him, it will be my son. Wherever Robbins goes, we must have people there to take my son away from him, and kill Robbins, if necessary."

Forty minutes later, they brought the information, the Don wanted to him, and it was not good.

"Don Valentino, Alan Robbins flight plan out of Lake Havasu shows he picked up three people and is heading for Phoenix. He was on the ground for thirty-five minutes, which puts him in Phoenix at approximately 3 PM their time. Four people are booked on Continental Airlines flight 3506 to Houston Intercontinental Airport. They have a layover of one hour and forty-five minutes changing to Continental Airlines flight 9102 to Dulles International Airport. It must have been a last minute operation, sir, because both flights were full in economy class. These four men are traveling first-class on both flights. Government people do not fly first-class at any time."

"That confirms what the wife said. Why did Zabo turn my son over to the Feds?"

"There is only one answer to that Don Valentino. Your son is going to testify against you and the other families. He was not raised like the rest of us. He was not brought up in the streets, with a tough skin. They probably beat him daily, until he could not take it anymore. The threat of amputation was too much for him to bear, and he gave in to their demands. They probably have tapes of him telling everything he knows about our operations and the operations of the other four families. We had better start circling the wagons and get ready for warrants and indictments."

"I agree. Move everything to new secure locations. Use our connections with the Teamsters to move our heavy stuff to New Jersey. Get rid of the prostitutes on drugs. Keep the good ones, move them to new houses, and have them checked for diseases. Move the drugs from Chelsea to the South Bronx; and tell our suppliers to slow down the shipments, until we get a better handle on what is coming. Numbers remain the same, so do the high-stakes poker games, and gambling parlors. We do not want to upset those clients. Let's clean up our act as much as possible, before we get attacked. Slow things down at JFK and Newark air freight terminals, do not stop it, but be more cautious."

When the aircraft bearing the tail number, Alan Robbins, rented stopped in front of the Flight Service S7tation at the Phoenix airport, the two men circled behind the tail and pulled their guns out of their holsters. As the four men started to deplane they were told to keep their hands in plain sight, stand by the side of the aircraft, and not to say a word. They knew immediately that Stephano was not there. They asked, "Which one of you is Alan Robbins?"

The pilot answered, "He is the guy that loaned us this airplane to fly here. He gave it to us for free. For that price, we could not turn it down. All we had to do was pay for the fuel."

"Bullshit! Let me see your identification, and take it out slowly."

They took out their wallets and handed them to one of the men. Everything looked like it was in order. They worked for an engineering firm, from Chicago, Illinois.

"Are any of you armed?"

One of the men raised his hand and said, "I am."

"Where is it?"

"It is in my holster, on the left side of my hip."

"Take it out with two fingers, and handed it over."

The man did as he was told and handed over his 9 mm weapon.

"Why are you carrying this canon?"

"I carry it to protect these three people. They are very important to our company. I did not do a very good job of it today."

"Do not knock yourself out about it. Coming out of an airplane backwards, and down a step, with two guns pointing at your head does not give you too many options."

"Yeah, you can say that again."

"Since you are responsible for these three people, let me tell you what is going to happen if you lie to me. First, I will shoot them in their knees; then I will work my way up higher. Do you understand what I am saying?"

"Yes Sir, I have been there and done that before. What do you want to know?"

"I want to know everything that happened from the moment you met Alan Robbins to the time you left him."

"Heck that is easy. We were in the flight service station looking to rent an aircraft to fly to Phoenix. No one was willing to rent an aircraft one way. They wanted us to hire one of their pilots to fly us here, and then fly the aircraft back to Lake Havasu. It would have tripled the price of the rental. Lake Havasu is a tourist town, and we know a scam when we see one. We told the man we would wait for the US Air flight that was going to be coming in late that night. This Alan Robbins person walked up to us and said, "Come with me, I have a proposition for you." We felt another scam was coming, but we had nothing to lose, and a lot of time on our hands. He walked us over to the aircraft, and he told us that he had it rented to go to Phoenix, one way. If we would do him a favor we could have it for the price of the fuel. We asked him what the favor was. He said he wanted to remain on the flight plan as the pilot of record, and show three passengers, unnamed. Also, we had to get off the ground in less than twenty minutes. We waited for the other shoe to drop, but it never happened. It was all he wanted. We told him we would take him up on his offer. We shook hands, grabbed our gear, threw them into the hold, and started the engine. He waved goodbye, and that was the last time we saw him."

"Did he say anything about where he was going?"

"No Sir, not a word. He told us what we had to do in Phoenix, if we wanted the aircraft. Now we will wait for the fuel truck, have them fill the tanks, and pay for the gas."

"Why did you have to be so honest? I do not get to shoot anybody today. What was he wearing? Did he have a bag with him?"

"That was funny, also. He looked like he was going on safari. He had on a tan button-down shirt and long tan shorts, down to the knee. His socks were very high over the calf, and he was wearing hiking boots. The only bag I saw was a very big military style backpack. That thing was huge, and I was wondering how a little guy like him could carry it."

"Okay, I am going to throw your 9 mm into the aircraft. Do not go in to get it, until we are out of sight. Do not look for us or things could get very ugly. Enjoy your day gentlemen, and thank you for the information."

The four men did not move from where they were standing. They did not even talk to one another as the two other men got into a car and left the area. Once they did the four FBI men started laughing. They pulled their gear from the plane, and took the shuttle over to the main concourse of the airport. They had to keep up the pretense the Don had seen on paper and heard from his men was true. It just was not Alan Robbins. He may have paid for it, but these men were traveling to Washington DC, first-class on the government tit, and they loved it.

The Don exploded in rage. How could this have happened? How could he have been tricked again? William Zabo was pulling the strings, and he was dancing like a marionette. When he got his hands on Zabo, that man would regret the day he was conceived. What was west of Lake Havasu City? Until a few hours ago, he had never heard of that place. Now, they had his son somewhere near it, probably in deplorable condition, and barely keeping him alive. They wanted to get all the information out of him, about his father's businesses, before turning him over to the government. He thought to himself, "If I could get a good deal from the federal prosecutor, I would turn myself in to get my son back. He does not deserve this treatment. He was never a part of what I did. The problem is if the other for families found out I am going to testify, I would not live to see the next sunrise."

At 4:30 PM Alan's cell phone rang and he jumped out of bed to answer it. The caller said two words before hanging up. "All Clear."

Alan had the weight of the world lifted off his shoulders. Susan was safe. He did not care about himself, but his wife and child were safe. He walked in to the bathroom, and took a quick shower. He walked down into the kitchen, wet and naked; snuck up behind his wife and enfolded her in his arms.

Susan took a quick breath in, until she realized it was him and then she relaxed. Dinner was still in the oven, as she felt him unzip her jeans. "Alan, what are you doing?

"What do you think I am doing, Mrs. Robbins?"

"We do not have time for that, dinner is almost ready."

"Almost means, it is not ready." He reached around her and turned off the oven.

"Alan, you are going to ruin dinner."

"Wife, I have eaten a ruined dinner before, and I have never worried about it." He opened the buttons on her blouse and removed it. He unsnapped the back of her bra, and let it fall to the floor.

"Alan, so help me God, if you tell me one joke, you will never get up off the floor."

"Okay, my dear, one serious fucking coming up." He picked her up by her waist, and sat her down on the countertop. He pushed her, until she was lying down, and pulled her jeans over her hips, down and off her legs. He had never done this before to her, but he decided it was time to see how she would respond to a little caveman act.

He stuck his nose between her legs, and licked the cloth that covered her slit. She moaned at the contact of his tongue. He nuzzled the area for several minutes longer, and when she started to moan and her hips reacted to his attention, he grabbed both sides of her panties ripped them from her body.

She screamed at this sudden act of fury, and she squirted all over him. She did not even feel it coming. It caught her totally by surprise, as her fluids pulsed from her body.

She looked at him through slits in her eyes and laughed because he was soaking wet.

Alan on the other hand could not have cared less. He dove back down into her cavern, with his tongue leading the way. Susan screamed again when the bridge of his nose met her pelvic prominence. However, once his tongue started lapping at that sensitive region on the top lining of her pussy the laughing stopped and the moaning started again. She grabbed him by his ears. She never wanted him to move from where he was, because he was in a perfect spot. His tongue was perfectly lapping at her G spot; his nose was riding up and down against her clit, and both of his hands were playing with her nipples. She was in ecstasy and did not want anyone to disturb her."

Alan felt her tensing up. Her hips were off the counter top, bouncing and rotating at the same time, she was balanced on the tips of her toes, and she was keening at a higher tone of voice than normal. He did not care, and did not move his mouth away from her cunt. He waited for her to come in his mouth, as she always took him in hers. When her wave crested, he almost drowned. He never knew a woman who could produce that much fluid. Wave after wave came down her tunnel from her urethra, and into his mouth. He swallowed quickly and efficiently in order to keep up with it. When she was finished, her hand brushed over his head, like she was petting him for a job well done. Upon further observation, it looks like it was the only thing she was capable of doing at that moment, because she had no strength left in her body.

He decided it was his turn to cum. He pulled her legs from her sides, up and over his shoulders. He slipped his cock inside her vagina, and her only reaction was, "Ump," as she accepted some of his weight on her belly. He started slowly, settling into the oldest motion known to man and woman. He did not rush her into joining him; he just teased her spots, with his motion, until she could not take it anymore without joining him.

"Bastard, you couldn't let me rest for a little while longer?"

"I didn't ask you to do a thing. I was keeping my little friend warm."

"Alan, you told two lies in one sentence."

"I could not have told you a lie; I was being honest with you."

"Alan, first of all, it is not little. Second it is not your friend, it is my friend. It belongs to me. After you said the words, "I do" this morning, you lost all rights to it."

Alan stopped mid-stroke, and had a horrified look on his face. "Do you mean I have to leave him at home when I go away?"

"Let me see how you act during the remainder of the day, and I will get back to you on that."

Alan grasped his heart and fell down on top of her. She laughed and held him in her arms as his began tickling her flanks.

"Don't you do that to me, Alan, I am ticklish."

"I know, why do you think I'm doing it?"

Susan started laughing and struggling trying to get out from under him and his tormenting fingers. She had another problem. His cock was still inside her. Although he was not moving it; her movements were causing his prick to move all over the interior of her pussy, and causing herself these blinding flashes of enjoyment, that both distracted her and enhanced her problem with the tickling. In other words, "She did not know whether to shit or go blind." Her body decided to do neither. It chose another path and it caught her by surprise again. She started cuming continuously; one right after another.

Alan did not realize tickling Susan was causing her a problem. He continued to do it, because she was laughing.

Susan's movements, around his cock, were also part of the problem. She continued doing it, involuntarily, because she was out of control.

Suddenly Susan cried out, "Stop, I can't breathe. Please stop."

Alan was horrified. He thought he had gone way overboard with his actions and that he hurt Susan when he had only tried to love her. He pulled a pillow from a kitchen chair, put a pillow under her head, and rushed to get a cold towel. He put it around her neck to help cool her down quickly. He took her pulse and it was very rapid and strong. Her heartbeat was over ninety beats per minute. It was far too high for a pregnant woman. He held her hand trying to give her some of his strength while she tried to recuperate. Within minutes her color started coming back her heart rate and down and her pulse had started to retreat to a more normal level.

She opened her eyes, and focused on his worried ones. "I am sorry babe. I did not mean to hurt you or to make you sick. I will be more considerate the next time."

Susan shook her head in disbelief. "Alan, would you do me a favor?"

"Anything, Susan, anything you want."

"Would you go outside, and let the mule in. It has to be smarter than you are. I just had the most wonderful experience of my life, and you are apologizing for it. What is wrong with you? What is wrong with my husband?"

"Where did you say that mule is?"

"He is standing right beside me, Alan."

"I thought you said the mule was getting smarter?"

"I did say he was getting smarter. I did not say he was smart, yet."

"I have had my dinner, would you like some food?"

"Very funny asshole, as soon as I get the feeling back in the lower part of my body. I will set the table and put the food out."

"I do not think you have a funny asshole. It is round, firm, and fully packed. "