Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 20

"Are you trying to piss me off?"

"You can bet your pretty ass on it."

"You stay away from my ass. I think you're turning into a pervert."

"I didn't have to turn into a pervert, I was born that way."

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Saturday 7 AM

The lasers were useless in the fog. The workers reverted to using the old-fashioned method of stretching a string taut to keep the line of chairs straight. Rank after rank, file after file, 800 hundred chairs were set in place, as straight as an arrow. After each rank was completed, it was covered with sheets plastic, to keep them dry. With 300 men working, it should have taken 30 minutes using the lasers. Using the string method, it took more than two hours.

The next thing to do was to put the 'Cupola' in place. It was a very delicate job. The base was made of sturdy Maplewood, and the floor was made of three-quarter inch exterior plywood. These were no problem.

However, Brad had designed the enclosure of a filigree of thin strips of wood, local wild grasses, and wildflowers, until it got to the 11-feet tall top. There he put a replica of the 'Cupola', with the bride and groom standing inside it.

The 'Cupola' weighed less than 200 pounds, which was bad, because most of its weight was contained in its base. If the top were hit by a strong gust of wind, it would disintegrate. The other problem was it had to be carried from the barn to the front of the stage, nearly 500 feet. Every supervisor was there to help guide the men chosen for this job. Other men carried poles, with canvas sheeting 12 feet high that enclosed the Cupola on every side. The eight men carrying it on a plywood sheet were exactly the same height and arm length to keep it level. It was a slow torturous walk. When these men lowered it onto its proper position, they were soaked with sweat, and happy as shit this part of their job was over.

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The three huge white tents were erected next, using four large cranes on both ends to lift them, and their poles high above the platform, to set them into their pre-dug holes. 4-inch steel cables were used to hold these monsters in place, because there were no center posts. These tents were so massive; they nearly covered the entire 1 acre, wooden structure.

Saturday 9 A.M.

The natural gas turbine generators arrived. Electrical lines were connected, circuit breakers tested, and when everything was ready, they were brought up to 50% power. Shortly afterwards, the smells of food cooking was wafting through the air. Mama Leone's trucks were on one side, and Ruth Chris Steakhouse trucks were on the other. The combination of aromas had everyone's mouth-watering. This afternoon no one would go hungry.

Saturday 9:30 A.M.

The horn sounded, and all the construction workers stopped what they were doing, and looked to see what their managers wanted them to do. They did not know Stephano had arranged with every eatery in the city to bring hot breakfast foods, and drinks to the site, while the workers took a well-deserved break. Their cold lunch pail meals went untouched, as they gorged themselves on everything from pancakes, and waffles, to sausage and gravy on buttered biscuits. When they finished eating, they cleaned the area so well; you could not tell anyone had been there.

Saturday 10:15 A.M.

The fog began to disintegrate, but the children's rides were late. Everyone was standing around wondering what happened to them. Calls the display manager went unanswered. Calls to the police department asking if there were any accidents in the area involving the group proved fruitless. No one knew where they were or why they were late. Guests were supposed to start arriving at 12:15 PM, and all the construction equipment and men were supposed to be gone by 11:30 A.M. Time was of the essence, and time was running short.

Saturday 11:35 A.M.

The rides finally arrived. Every man and woman available, attacked each piece of equipment to put it in its place, stake it down properly, check the safety equipment, hook it up to the electrical circuits, retest them, and turn the rides on, and test everything again. Everything did not go smoothly, but because of the amount of workers available, it was done by 12:35 P.M., just as the first local guests were walking up the main driveway.

The construction vehicles left first; followed by the buses carrying the apprentices and other maintenance workers that were no longer needed. By the time the paring down was completed, it was 1 P.M., and 150 men, and women remained on-site. They had two jobs. Make sure anything that went wrong was fixed quickly, and make sure the buffet area around the sides of the tents remained clean and garbage free. The staff from, Mama Leone's and Ruth Chris Steakhouse would do the serving of the meals and make sure that the food and beverages never ran out.

Saturday 11:50 A.M.

Carolina Herrera arrived at Patricia's temporary home, rang the bell, and no one answered. She rang it again, and again, until, Stephano answered the door the door in his underwear. She screamed, "What are you doing here?"

"I was sleeping with my bride."

"Don't you know it is bad luck to be with your bride on the night before your wedding?"

"Carolina, we don't get along 99% of the time, how much worse can it be?"

He was hit by a flying shoe, and since there was only one other person in the house, he said, "You are acting like a spoiled brat again. Go back into the bedroom, and prepare your ass for a beating. I came home last night, at your request, so you could sleep. The fog has lifted; it is a bright and sunny day, just as I promised you. My missions are accomplished. What you are going to get, is what you deserve. Carolina make yourself comfortable, she will be ready for you and about 10 minutes. Don't worry about the screaming, she will be a live for the wedding."

"Stephano, you stay away from me. This is my day, and I will not be treated poorly by you."

Patricia heard her mother's voice in her head. "Get your ass in the bedroom, and take what you deserve. You will learn to respect your husband, not abjectly, but as a partner, or as you put it, 50/50."

Patty said, "Mother, not now, I don't want him to hit me today."

"If you don't want to be hit, you should not have hit him with that shoe. What goes around, comes around, Patricia. Sometimes an object lesson is required to put you in your place."

"Can he hit me twice as much tomorrow, instead of today?"

"No; tomorrow, he is going to fuck you, until you can't walk. He is going to make up for all the years you stayed a virgin. You have all the talents you need. You are going to be as innovative in bed as you are in life. You can cook like a three-star Michelin chef, and you will give him two children he will adore. You must learn to go with your heart and not only with your head. You are going to meet people today that you must form relationships with. Together, you will begin to change the world."

"Who are they mother; how will I know them?"

"Patricia, you are running out of time. Go with your husband, and get dressed for your wedding. I will be with you, I will be in your heart, and then I must go to help others. Goodbye baby girl, this is the last day I am allowed to be with you."

"No mother that can't be true, I still need you."

Laura did not answer, and would never answer her daughter again. Patricia started to cry.

Carolina asked Stephano, "Who was she talking to?"

"I don't know if you'll believe me, but it's true. She was talking with her mother."

Carolina smiled, "Stephano, for a very long time, I was privileged to talk to my mother also. We must start to put her together for the wedding. You must start also."

"I have a duty to perform first. It will not take long."

"You Italian men are crazy, and you are crazier, when you are in love."

Stephano said, "Patricia come with me. It is time to start your punishment."

"Yes dear."

He took her into the bedroom, closed the door, and said, "Yes dear; that's all?"

"Yes, my mother yelled at me. She reminded me of what I told you when we were in Sedona. Our marriage is supposed to be based on a 50-50 relationship. You said to Carolina that we did not get along 99% of the time. You were right, which put me in the wrong. My mother said I deserved what you are going to give me, and I had to start acting like a partner in this marriage. I have been acting like a tyrant, and from this moment on, I am no longer going to do that."

Stephano sat down at the edge of the bed.

Patty lay across his knees, spread her legs to maintain her balance, and waited for the first blow. When he hit her, it was light, but directly onto her pussy. She sucked in her breath, and felt a tingling in her stomach. He spread her tender folds, and hit her again in the same area. Her juices started to flow.

Stephano rubbed his fingers around the lips of her labia, moistening them with the liquid she was producing. He smacked her quickly, and her clit popped out from under its hood. He hit the bundle of nerves twice.

Patty screamed, and exploded into an intense orgasm.

"Stephano, you're supposed to be spanking me, not getting me off."

"Woman; am I or am I not hitting you?"

"It's not a question of hitting me; it's where you are hitting me, you bastard."

"This is your punishment, and I have the right to punish you any way I see fit. Today this is the way I am punishing you, and you have no say in the matter."

"I told you that you were pervert."

"Did I disagree with you?"

"No, but I think you are taking it too far."

"Patricia, what happened to 50-50?"

"I only said that a few moments ago. It is going to take me a little while to adjust to it. I will learn, just as you did. You may continue with my punishment."

Patricia was not ready for what happened next, because he smacked her hard on her rump. She screamed as if she was struck by a cattle prod.

"You bastard that is cheating."

Without answering, he smacked the other cheek, and she screamed again. Her clit was at attention, her pussy was overflowing, and she could not understand why. As she was waiting for the next blow, Stephano hit her on her distended clit, and she exploded again.

As she returned to her senses, she said, "I must learn never to trust you. You are incorrigible, and a sex fiend. I am not going to tell you what my mother said about you."

"It must have been very exciting for you to even bring up the subject. However, Carolina said, we are running out of time, and I have two more smacks to give you. So I will not delay your punishment any longer."

He slipped his fingers between the folds of her labia and played with the little soldier within. Patricia gritted her teeth as she started to climb the wall towards another orgasm. At least she was ready for this one, because her entire body was tingling. He teased her, and teased her some more, and then he stopped just before she was about to cum. "I think you've had enough punishment for today. Go take your shower and I will tell Carolina that you are ready to get dressed."

Patricia yelled, "No, you can't leave me this way. I was right there, ready to cum., Please finish me, or I will go crazy."

"Why don't you finish yourself, like you did in the woods?"

"Steph, don't make me break my word to you. Finish me please, or I am going to have a bitch of the day, and a bitch of a marriage. After you take my virginity, I will never let you touch me again. It is not an idle threat, it is a promise from my heart and soul."

"Our religion says you have a wifely duty to perform."

"I will go to confession every week, and tell the priest I didn't perform it. It is not a mortal sin, and I can still go to heaven when I die."

"You will die a lot sooner than you think."

"You can use my gun."

"I think I'm going to help you cum."

"I believe that is a very wise decision." He returned to the folds of her vagina, and played until she started producing fluids again. He felt her stiffen when he fingered the opening to the interior of her body. She did not say no as he went deeper into her body, until he touched that piece of flesh called virginity. At that point, his finger stopped, and he began moving it in and out.

Patricia's eyes crossed as she felt his flesh touching the interior of her flesh. A man was inside her; not any man, but her man. The man she was going to marry. Without willing it, her hips started to move, and his finger bumped into her virginity again. She froze because it hurt, and Steph realized it. He removed his long index finger, and replaced it with his shorter, but thicker thumb. He began tapping his left hand on her clitoris, and within seconds she exploded into such a massive orgasm, she fell into a peaceful sleep. He picked her up, put her on the bed, and covered her. He went into the bathroom to shower, and shave. She was still sleeping when he came out. He dressed in his tuxedo, combed his hair, and went to wake her up.

Patricia looked at him with dreamy eyes and asked, "Why are you dressed?"

"I don't know about you, Patty, but I am getting married in 1 hour and 15 minutes."

She nodded her head and put her head back down on the pillow. Then his words sunk into her head. "1 hour and 15 minutes; are you out of your mind? I can't be ready by then."

"800 people expect you to be ready by then. I suggest you get your ass in gear."

Patty jumped out of bed, ran into the bathroom, and took the quickest shower of her life.

While she was in there, Stephano said to Carolina, "There is going to be a crazy person in the bedroom. If you can help her, I would appreciate it. I have to find her father, and get him over here. I am happy it is you that is dressing her, and not me."

"Stephano, I have done this hundreds of times, with hundreds of crazy brides. This will be no different than one of those. She will be ready on time."

Saturday 12:05 PM

Brad knocked on the door to Bonnie's apartment, and when she opened the door all he could say was 'Wow.'

Bonnie smiled and said, "Why thank you sir that was exactly the reaction I was hoping for."

"What else did you expect me to say? You look absolutely stunning. Your hair, makeup, and that dress, it is gorgeous. I hope you didn't buy it just for today."

"What, this little old thing. I've had it in my closet for years. I've just never had an occasion to use it."

"I feel sorry for you, Bonnie. When my mother sees you with me, she is going to latch on to you like a deadbolt to a door. You do not stand a prayer of getting away from her."

"How about I tell her I am a Scientologist or a Jehovah's Witness?"

"My mother wouldn't care if you openly worshiped the devil. Are you sure you want to come with me today, you may not survive it."

"I am all dressed up; where else would I go like this?"

"Miniature golfing?"

"Brad, let's go. You are wearing a nice tuxedo, and you are the best man, in more ways than one."

"Bonnie, I just hope this does not ruin our fledgling relationship."

"I can always go into hiding after today."

"My friends said something like that once, and I told them that my grandmother could find a needle in a haystack. You are bigger than the needle. She would find you with no problem."

"Brad, your family sounds very entertaining."

"My family has been called a lot of things, but never entertaining."

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Brad met Stephano, William, and Jemma buy the motorhome. He introduced her to everyone and said she was a friend from high school.

William said, "She does not look like a high school student," which quickly earned him an elbow in his ribs, from Jemma.

"Dad, they met again when we had a massage on Thursday. Brad did not remember who she was, so I had him call her, and take her out on Friday. Apparently, it went very well, because she is here with him today."

Bonnie asked Stephano, "Are you the friend that told him to tell the truth, all the time?"

"He told you about that?"

"He didn't even make a move on me because of you. It was a totally different story, when we were in high school. I think he had a list of 40 girls, who were regulars, and another 15 or 20, who would fill-in if someone couldn't make it."

"I only had 8 girls that would fill in."

Even Brad laughed after he said that.

Stephano asked Bonnie, "Are you Brad's date, or are you a fill-in?"

"Brad asked me yesterday if we could start a relationship."

Stephano looked sternly at Brad, and asked, "Do you remember everything Patricia and I told you about how your life could end up. Look at Bonnie, and think about it. You know damn well it could happen to you if you start screwing around on her. Don't fuck this up. Don't hurt her. If this has to end, end it properly. If this is going to move forward, treat her properly. Remember, Patty has a way of finding out everything. She also has a gun, which she knows how to use. She has not killed anyone yet. I hope you are not the first one."

"I remember every word you two said to me. I thought about it long and hard, before I asked her. You have been a great influence on me. You argue, fight, and are at each other's throat every time I am here. However, you cannot live without one another. You have the most insane relationship I have ever observed. Then you tell me, you sleep naked in the same bed, but she is still a virgin. If you can live through all that temptation, and make it to today, I can rise above my base instincts, and be true to one woman for the rest of my life. I only hope she can live through today, after she meets my mother."

"Brad I forgot to tell you. Your mother and grandmother are here."

"Oh no; Bonnie don't come near me today. You will never be the same."

"I will have to meet them sooner or later. It might as well be at the beginning of our relationship, rather than at the point where we are about to make a decision on getting engaged. If they scare me away at that point, we will both be devastated."

"I suppose you are right, and I know I can out run my grandmother."

"What about your mother?"

"My mother will be chasing you, and she tackles like a linebacker."

"I should have worn flats, instead of heels."

Everyone started laughing again.

Saturday 12:30 PM

Albany airport's apron was filled with private jets. Helicopters of every description were waiting in line to take the Attorney General and his family, the Director of the FBI, Michael Free, and his family to the wedding. Well-heeled donors, politicians, and the heads of large corporations, who wanted to be invited, were charged a fee of $5 million per person to attend. This was the largest fundraising event ever held under the guise of the wedding.

Since the Attorney General had not officially entered the presidential race these donations did not fall under any of the Federal Election Commission's rules covering these events.

Two helicopters took off from Albany airport, for Glens Falls, at 12:30 PM, carrying eight passengers each. Every five minutes afterwards two of the 12 plush helicopters pressed into service, took off. They carried between 6 and 12 passengers each. As soon as a helicopter landed, in one of the two designated landing zones, they unloaded their passengers, and took off for the return trip to Albany. When they cleared the area, the next pair of helicopters were preparing to land. It took a total of 42 sorties to bring 447 high-powered guests to the 'wedding.' One of the helicopters carried two very special guests. Bruno and Victoria Valentino, escorted by two federal marshals were flown up from Fort Polk, Louisiana for their son's wedding. Stephano had paid all the costs involved with this transfer, and it was approved by Michael Free, personally. It would be a very short stay, but it would at least give them a chance to see their son get married, and spend the afternoon and evening with him, and his bride.