Why I Hated The Guy From The FBI Ch. 09

"Let's check our calendars and make a date. It should be fun, don't you think?"

Antonia looked at the smirk on Celeste face and wondered if she had just bitten off more than she could chew. However, she could not back down now, because she would lose face and that would never do. She smiled back at her friend and said, "I will check my calendar at home, and then we will set the date. Now, by your dress, let's get ready for tonight's entertainment, and no more short jokes."

"Okay, tiny."

Antonia started to storm out of the store, but the sales girl stopped her and said, "Miss you must try on your frock."

Antonia looked at the price tag of this "frock" and said it was too expensive for one evening outing. Find something cheaper please.

"But miss, it is only €12,000."

"How much do you make in one year, miss?"

"I am not allowed to say miss."

"I would venture to say that three or four of these dresses, would equal your yearly salary. Find me something less expensive, please. I do not have much more time."

Celeste came out in a blue and silver pantsuit, with silver chain ties around the ankles and slits up the side to the hip. It was backless, with a thin silver chain around her neck. If one tiny link broke, she would be naked instantly. As Antonia looked at the design of this pantsuit she knew that was exactly the designer's intent. Celeste knew it also.

Celeste asked Antonia, what she thought of her outfit.

Antonia said, "You almost killed him, when you left him without saying goodbye. Saying hello in that outfit will surely kill him."

Celeste turned to the owner and said, "I'll take it."

"What about you Antonia, why haven't you picked out anything?"

"Everything in the store is so damn expensive. I am only going to wear it for one night. It does not seem logical to spend that much money for one night's pleasure."

"Antonia, we had a conversation once about your weight. You are 103 pounds. You always have been 103 pounds. You always will be 103 pounds, and so on. Do you remember that conversation?"

"Yes I do."

"In that case, if you buy a dress in a size 1 now, in five years what size are you going to be?"

"The odds are I will be a size 1."

"So you will fit into that same dress, five years from now, isn't that right."

"I guess you are right."

"The object is to buy something that is timeless. The little black dress is timeless. The pantsuit that I'm buying today is not timeless, but I'm only going where it once every few years, and not in front of the same people. Everyone will think it is new. Buy something good, and by something timeless."

Antonia turned to the sales girl, and asked her to bring back the first dress, so that she could try it on. Happily, she did not like it, even though it fit her well. She went on to try on two other dresses and found one that was perfect for the evening. It was drop-dead gorgeous. It would knock Frank's eyes out, and it was half the price of the first dress. She was completely satisfied with her shopping experience.

However, it was now a little after 7 o'clock and they did not have time to get back to the Villa to shower, change and get back to the restaurant by 8 o'clock.

The owner reminded Celeste, that they had all the facilities they needed to freshen up downstairs, including makeup and hair styling equipment.

This made the remaining time much easier on both of them. They showered and shaved and primped for their men, and with less than 10 minutes to go before they had to be at the restaurant, they left the store and a very happy owner.

The restaurant was only a few blocks away, so they walked. They hid themselves across the street, and waited to see Frank and Philip walk in to the restaurant first. Then, they made them wait a few minutes longer. Antonia saw Frank pop his head out of the restaurant door and walk back in. Then her cell phone rang.

"Hello Frank, what's up?"

"Where are you, Antonia?"

"Are you seated yet?"

"Yes, they just sat us down. We ordered some wine. When can we expect you?"

"I am two blocks away. I had to park the car and I could not get anything closer. I will be there shortly. I love you. Bye."

Frank told Philip that Antonia would be here any moment and why she was late. They should start looking at the menu's, because Antonia only ordered one thing from this restaurant, and if they had child's menu, he would order from there, because she always took a doggie bag home.

Frank knew what was coming, but Philip did not have a clue, so he stuck his head behind the menu and started looking for something to eat.

Antonia moved out of Phillips line of sight leaving only Celeste in view.

Celeste said, "Excuse me sir. Is this seat taken?"

Phillips head came up so fast. He could have given himself whiplash.

Celeste did not have a big smile on, because she knew she had done him an injustice. She did have an impish grin on her face, hoping that he would be happy to see her again.

He stared at her face, her lovely, gorgeous face and said, "I am sorry ma'am that seat is taken. However, my lap is empty and you are welcome to sit in it."

By the time she circled the table, there was no lap to sit in. He had stood up and crushed her in his arms and his mouth was ravaging hers.

Frank said, "I think they are happy to see each other."

"She asked my aunt about a wedding dress. I believe she is serious this time. Do you want to give me my five dollars now, or do you want to wait until later."

"What five dollars? We both knew this was a done deal."

"I knew it first. Give me my five dollars or else."

"Or else what shrimp?"

"What is this short joke day? Ever since she got off the airplane that is all I have been getting. Short joke after a short joke, there must be something in the water."

"There probably is; tiny little fish."

"Frank, you go to bed with me, you could die to regret it."

"Antonia, it is you could 'live' to regret it."

"No Frank, I said it the way I meant it. You could 'die' to regret it."

"I believe I get your meaning. I think I will stop with the short jokes."

The waiter came over to the table, while Philip and Celeste were still locked in each other's arms, and asked Frank if champagne was in order.

Frank said, "Yes it is. The best you have, please."

Philip whispered into Celeste's ear, "Don't ever leave me like that again. I nearly went crazy, without you in my life. I still have pains in my side from where Antonia kicked me. Mentally, you broke me down. I thought I had done something wrong. My religion is my religion, not anyone else's. Everyone is free to choose his or her own path in this life, and no one has the right to change them."

Celeste smiled "I know, Philip. Father Chang told me all about that. Everything is straightened out in my head now. I love you and I want to be with you. I do not want to get married yet. I would like us to live together. I will be here in Milan for as long as you want me, and after a while, when we both are really ready, if you ask me to marry you, I will say yes."

"I guess I cannot ask you if you would like to get married now."

"No, Philip, I am not ready yet. I am in love with you, I am as sure of that as I am breathing right now. However, for me, marriage is a scary word. Your religion tells you it is a once in a lifetime commitment. I have no religious impediment giving me that guidance. Father Chang and I had a very long talk about this, and he gave me guidance on how to handle my end of this situation. He is a brilliant man, and I grew to like him very much. I am going to follow his advice, and take it very slowly. When I have gotten over my fears and self-doubts you will be the first to know, I promise."

"One day, I would like to meet Father Chang and thank him for what he has done for both of us."

"Well, when you meet him his correct title is Archbishop Chang."

"I see you went straight up to the big guys to get your advice, my love. When we go to marriage counseling, are we going to go up to the Pope?"

"That is one of the reasons we are not rushing in to marriage. I do not want to go into marriage counseling. I want us to know everything about everything about each other. People are looking at us, let's sit down and enjoy our dinner and then we can decide if it's your place or mine."

"Oh good, you two decided to come up for air. Is everything all straightened out? No one is angry, everything is lovey-dovey again. I can let Philip ride his horses and drive his car again," Frank asked?

Celeste answered for Philip. "Yes Frank, Philip is fully functional again. He is going to be good from now on. We are together, hopefully forever, but without the bonds of matrimony. I still have some things to work out before that happens."

Antonia put her hand to her mouth and quietly said, "Bullshit!"

Frank elbowed her in the ribs to keep her silent.

Celeste asked Antonia what she said.

Antonia apologized for burping; however, Philip did hear her remark and smiled at her.

At that moment, the waiter brought the champagne and started to pour four glasses.

Antonia asked if it was okay for her to propose the first toast. Since nobody objected she continued, "To four of the very best of friends; may we remain this way, through good times and bad."

The first course arrived as they finished their drink. Antonia decided to ask Philip a question to see how observant he was. She got up, walked around the table and stood between him and Celeste. She said, "Philip, describe what Celeste is wearing?"

Frank immediately started laughing, because the look in Philip's eyes was blank. He knew his friend had no idea what his beloved Celeste had on. She could have walked in wearing Eskimo furs or a burqa and he would not have noticed. All he saw was her face. All he cared about was her face. His hands could not remember what he touched. He was at a total loss and he was embarrassed. He said to Antonia, "I do not know. I looked into her eyes and on my mind got lost in them."

Antonia tapped him on his head and said, "Boy, have you got it bad. Close your eyes and do not open them until I say so."

"Celeste, stand up, and let him see you."

"Philip, do not stain your pants, because she is a vision. Open your eyes and behold what God has wrought."

Philip opened his eyes and said, "Holy shit. What is holding that thing up?"

Antonia said, "One small piece of double backed tape, on each nipple."

"Really?"

"Idiot!"

Celeste started to bend down, but Philip stopped her, fearing her entire ensemble would fall apart.

Celeste laughed at him and showed him the small chain around her neck.

Philip asked, "Would it be alright, if I got you a chain with a little more substance than the one that is on there now?"

Celeste looked at him in horror and said, "What fun would that be. It would take all the suspense out of wearing the outfit. If everyone knew it was not going to fall off me, no one would look at me."

"I promise you, I will always be looking only at you from this day forward; until death do us part."

Antonia hit Frank hard on his left arm.

Frank said, "Ouch. What did I do wrong?"

Antonia replied, "You still look at other women. Philip just said he would look at Celeste only, 'until death do they part'."

"I agree with Philip. Look at what he has to look at. Look at what I have to look at. There is no comparison."

There was nearly a brawl in the restaurant. Philip and Frank had to carry her outside to calm Antonia down, while Celeste sat at the table and laughed her head off. That little firecracker could be set off faster than anyone she had ever known and Frank knew exactly how to do it. When she walked back in, her hair was a mess, her face was bright red, and her composure was, at best, iffy. When the two men walked back in, they both were nursing scratches and welts on their hands and faces. They were defensive wounds, but she was sure that Frank wanted to inflict at least one offense strike of his own to settle this quicker than it had been. If she didn't know them better, she would not give their marriage a chance in hell. However, she did know them, and she knew that their fighting was just foreplay, and the main event, was even more fun when they fought like cats and dogs beforehand.

The remainder of the evening was both fun and relaxing. Antonia antagonized Philip every chance she got, reminding him about how he smelled and looked on the day they found him on the veranda.

However, Celeste stole the evening with the story of Ann and Charlie. She went on for an hour telling the three of them about the goings-on about those two, in Ann's house. Charlie cooking, Ann's screaming from upstairs, her dropping her orange juice, the entire story of Ann's courtship. She had everyone at the table laughing into tears. Frank could not believe that Charlie would be out of the FBI by the end of the week, because he was in love.

He said, "Celeste, this is your fault. If I had not sent Charlie to find you, and make sure that you were fine, the FBI would still have a wonderful agent working for them. Lonely, but a wonderful agent. You would have a wonderful friend who is a professor at a college. Lonely, but a wonderful friend. Now I have a friend, who is out of work, who is not lonely, but is getting laid frequently. You have a friend who is a professor. She is working, not lonely and getting laid frequently. Your friend has to get my friend the job, so he is gainfully employed."

"The last I heard from Ann was she was going to take away Charlie's donuts, and make him lose 15 pounds. She does not want him to be overweight and unhealthy. She already has feelers out, looking for a job for Charlie. He will not be unemployed for long. I guarantee it."

"I have $100 that says she is not going to win the argument about the donuts."

"You do not know, my friend Ann. She is quite persistent and she has a way about her that people tend not to argue with her."

"Does that mean you accept my bet?"

"Do you want to add a zero to that number?"

"No, $100 is my limit."

"You are on Frank. We should know the results by Saturday. If the San Andreas Fault ruptures, we will know something happened around San Luis Obisbo."

As they left the restaurant Frank asked Antonia where their car was, and she told him. He turned and flipped Philip's keys to him. He said, "Have fun, kids. Do not keep the neighbors up too late."

Antonia and Celeste embraced. Antonia said she would see her on the weekend, if she was able to walk. Celeste smacked her and smiled, "Frank, get the midget to bed early, it is a school night."

Frank grabbed Antonia by the arms, and Philip told Celeste behind him, as Antonia roared, "I am going to spray paint your hair purple the next time I see you."

Celeste stuck her head around Phillips side and said, "You will have to stand on a ladder to get that high."

Antonia yelled, "Frank, kill her for me. Once she is down on the floor. I will finish the job."

"If I kill her, what job will you have to finish?"

"I can pee on her face."

Celeste laughed and said, "Oh goodie, Water Sports, I did not know you are into them, Antonia?"

Antonia screamed in defeat turned and stomped away.

Celeste yelled out, "I love you Antonia."

Antonia did not turn around. She just waved her hand in the air, and kept walking.

On the way to the car Frank said, "That is a lovely dress you are wearing."

She looked at Frank and said, "How could anyone in that restaurant, see anything except Celeste. She is exquisite. I am so happy she is my friend, even though she kisses me off sometime. I am so happy she has finally acknowledged that she is in love with Philip. They will be very happy together."

"The way she was talking tonight, I do not think they are going to be getting married for a very long time, possibly two or three years, at the earliest. Children may be put off for a couple years after that, because she is still very frightened of commitment."

"Do you have another $100 you want to lose?"

"Why, when do you think they are going to be married?"

"She would look lovely as a June bride. However, I think it's going to be July, because all the churches are going to be booked for June."

"I will take that bet."

"Are you feeling rich?"

"Why and what do you want a bet on?"

"$500 says she is going to be pregnant."

"I have never made such easy money in my life. I accept your bet."

"Not one word, Frank. Not even a whisper or I will neuter you, and you will be childless."

"You mean to say, with all the work I have been doing, you are not pregnant yet?"

"What work are you doing Frank? I am the one on top. You lie there, like a flounder, smiling up at me, pinching my titties, while I get you off. If your little swimmers did their job properly, I would have been pregnant months ago."

"If you let me do it the proper way, you would be pregnant. However, you demand to do it your way, because you are afraid of carrying a little weight on top of you."

"You are so damn big, I disappear under you. I weigh 100 pounds, you weigh 225 pounds. That is not considered a little weight."

"There are other positions than the one or two you insist on."

"How much weight do I have to carry with them?"

"None, I would be holding you, in a variety of positions."

"Why didn't you tell me about this before?"

"You would not listen to me."

"You can try one out when we get home. If I like it, you can try a different one the next night, if I like that one, you can continue trying new ones. If I find one I do not like, I will tell you. Is that okay with you?"

"Of course it's okay with me. You love sex. I love sex. We love sex together. Why shouldn't we experiment? There are books all over the university library about sex. Take a look and see if you find anything interesting. Do not look at porn on your computer. It gives you only the worst view of sex. It shows you a man's domination over a woman. It does not show you anything about love, and the communion of spirit between a man and woman. When you talk to your mother on the telephone, you sound like an expert. When you get into the bedroom with me, you only want to be on top. It sounds like you are ready for a change. If you are, it is fine with me, and I will help you every step of the way."

"Okay Frank, bring me home, and screw my brains out. Please do not crush me in the process."

"I can promise you, you will be doing a handstand, when you cum."

"I never took gymnastics in school Frank. I would not know a handstand, from a somersault."

"You will before this night is over."

33. Sex Education 201

Before she knew what happened to her, Antonia was naked, on their bed, with her ankles by her ears and Frank's mouth firmly attached to her pussy. She screamed in ecstasy and became orgasmic instantly. As soon as Frank felt she was wet enough, he pushed two fingers into her cunt, and played with her G spot until she came again. She fought to get her legs free, but he would not let them go. He continued to lap her pussy with his tongue, tease her clit, with his teeth, and played deeply inside of her with his two fingers. When she was ready to come again, he removed his fingers, and shoved one up her ass. She screamed like a banshee, came again, and passed out for a few moments.

When she woke up, she was impaled on Frank's dick, while being pressed up against a wall. He was pumping into her ferociously, while holding her up by her knees. She grabbed his neck, because she feared she was going to fall to the floor.

Frank asked her how she liked this new position, and she replied that he was going to take a layer of skin off her back. He moved away from the wall, and Antonia screamed. "What is going to hold me up now?"