There Must Be A Mistake Ch. 15

"Do you want any overlap on the windows?"

"That will not be necessary."

"Okay, you have 312 windows; at 72 ft.² per window; at 40 pounds per square inch. Do you have any idea how much weight you're talking about? Can your building hold this much weight?"

"I won't know until you tell me."

"Sir, the total weight is 129,162,240 pounds. If I were you I would go to the Army and ask them if they have any old tanks they are using for target practice, or selling for scrap. There armor is lighter and will still hold up against anything used on land."

"How do your ships move carrying all that weight?"

"We have very big engines sir, and our ships are able to move very fast."

"Thank you very much for your time and help. I will call the Army next."

It was late in the day and Rod decided to leave the telephone call to the Army until the next morning. When he arrived home Rosalynn knew something was wrong. She brought him an iced tea, sat in his lap, kissed him, and put her head on his shoulder. She did not utter a sound. She knew, after all the years of marriage, when he wanted to talk, he would.

"They tried to kill Stephano last night. They didn't miss by much."

"Is that why all the agents are around us today?"

"Yes it is. I don't know how long they are going to be here, but I'm worried about you and the kids. Maybe you should go home."

"Now wouldn't that be a brilliant move? Take us away from a place where we are guarded, and send us home where we have no one to take care of us. Sometimes Rodney I wonder about you. Should I put my blue panties on to remind you of why I'm still married to you?"

"No, I liked the way you showed up at the airport much better."

"I liked it too, but it was very drafty."

"How can something so hot be so cold because of a little wind?"

"I didn't say it was cold. I said it was drafty."

"I still have to figure out what to do with the windows on the building. I called the Navy today about the armor plating. I think it weighed more than the building itself. I'm going to call the Army tomorrow to see if they will sell us some of the armor from their tanks to block the windows so no one can see in."

"Honey, if you're just worried about people looking in to see who is sitting where, blackout curtains will do just fine. No one can see through them, and if you want more security, move the desk to the side of the room instead of having the persons back to the window. It's very easy to do, and very cost-effective."

Rod brought her mouth to his, while his hand slid up between her thighs. "Lady; do you know how much I love you?"

"If you take me to bed you could show me."

"I have been late getting to work every day this week because I've been showing you how much I love you."

"We only have two more weeks until the children get here. Where would you like to do it?"

"I'm going to take a shower and get rid of all this Texas dust and dirt that's on me. Then I'm going to get into the bubble bathtub. I'm going to disappear under those bubbles to see what I might discover. It could take me a very long time, but I am in no hurry. I will explore every nook and cranny that's in that bathtub."

"It sounds like a lot of fun. Where would you like me to be?"

"If you are not among the bubbles, you are going to miss a very good time."

"Well you never mentioned my name, or said the words she or her in your little dissertation, so I was wondering if I was supposed to be in bed working with my toys."

"When you and I are in the same general vicinity, you better not touch your toys, until I can no longer satisfy you. On that day I will use your toys to help stimulate your body to reach orgasms you only use to receive from me."

"Rod if that happens before your 100th birthday, I'm going to pump pills into you until you can stay erect for a month at a time. You and I will be the happiest centenarians in the world."

"Nothing would make me happier than to keep that wonderful smile on your beautiful face."

"Well there is one thing that would make you smile as bright on your hundredth birthday."

"What; have all our kids with us, happy and healthy?"

"That would be nice, but that's not what I'm thinking of."

"Okay, surprise me what would make me happier than to be with you and our children on my one hundredth birthday."

"You would love to see a 200 foot wide beach ball descend from the sky and land in our backyard. You would see Doctor Even Luck and 80 other space travelers join our party as young and healthy as the way they were when they left this earth a few years from now. They may break one of Einstein's laws of physics, but the other one, where he tells us people will not age when they are traveling at light speed will be correct."

"Are you trying to depress me? I will be 100 years old, and that moron will still be 40 years old. What a horrible thought."

"When are you going to grow up, and admit that man is your twin?"

"Listen lady, I don't want to talk about anything else at this moment. I want you into the bathtub. Stop playing with me before I take you on the table."

"You've done that already, with two of our agents watching us. I never knew you were an exhibitionist."

"I wasn't naked, you were."

"I didn't have a choice. You wanted breakfast, right after you got laid. I had to go downstairs to make it, while you fooled around up here, and attempted to get dressed for work.

I threw on a robe, and went into the kitchen. I started the coffee, and made the batter for your pancakes. Then I started your bacon, eggs, and toast. You were very pressed for time. You took a long hot shower, shit, and shaved. You selected a shirt with the greatest of care, and a suit from your extensive collection. Then came the hardest part; selecting the appropriate tie to complete your ensemble. No, wait one second, I forgot something. What socks were you going to wear which would complement your suit, and your shoes? The shoes, are they going to be the ones with the tassels, square toe or the wingtips? What type did you wear yesterday? We must not wear the same kind of shoe two days in a row.

Dressed in your finest, you look into the long mirror to make sure we look as handsome as the gods. Oh no, there is a piece of lint on our slacks. We cannot possibly take it off with our fingers; it will ruin the crease in our slacks. We must use the sticky tape roller. Where did we put that thing yesterday?

'The hunt is on.' After three or four grueling minutes, hunting high and low, all over our bedroom, you find it. However, it is full of lint from yesterday, and the days prior to that. You are forced to remove the old tape, and use a new piece. Where is the garbage can? You know I will kill you if you throw the used piece into the bowl and it backs up, again. Oh yes, there it is, just to the right by the commode. Why do I always forget that?

Carefully, you aim, and throw the piece of offending tape towards the circular file. It hits the back rim, goes up into the air, and falls softly into the center of the can. You breathe a sigh of relief having completed this repugnant task successfully.

You return to the full-length mirror and look for the offending piece of lint. It was on the left side of your slacks, by the crease. You saw it. Where could it possibly have gone? You look around the entire pant leg, and you cannot find it. You know it was there. Instead of believing the evidence of your own eyes, you remove your jacket, and shirt. You lay them on my side of the bed, with the greatest of care. You remove your shoes, and put them aside. Then with the greatest of care you remove your trousers, and spread them out on the bed. With a practice eye, you survey every inch of fabric for that one piece of lint, but it is not there. You deduce with that brilliant legal mind, and wasting all nearly 30 minutes, it must have fallen off, because it was afraid of the new tape on your roller. You put on your slacks, decide you wearing the wrong shoes to complement your suit and change them in favor of the tan wingtips. You slip on your shirt, tie your tie in a half instead of a full Windsor, and slip on your jacket. Without checking yourself in the full length dressing mirror, you finally arrive downstairs, kiss me good morning, as you pass me by, and head for the breakfast table to read the morning paper.

I ask, "Did you check your jacket this morning?"

"Of course I did," you reply.

"It's full of lint; you must have of brushed up against something on your way downstairs."

You take off your jacket, because you know I have to be lying. You screech in horror when you see the back of your jacket is filled with lint. You remember you laid it down on our bed. You charged up the stairs, like a man on a mission. You put your jacket on a hanger and place it over the door backwards. Then you look for your sticky tape roller, which, as usual, you cannot find, because you didn't to put it back where it belongs. You yell to the gods above, 'I cannot go through this all over again.'

They do not answer you, because there is only one God, and you did not ask him for help.

You retrace every step you took, while you were in our room, and you do it perfectly, except for one minor error. When you put the roller on our king-size bed you threw the top sheet over it, when you laid your clothes upon it. The roller was not visible to the naked eye.

After dissecting our room for another five minutes, you decide to sit down and rethink the problem. As soon as your ass hit the bed, you hear plastic cracking under your weight. You know immediately what you have done. You stand, move our top sheet, and there is your sticky roller, with the new tape showing. Unfortunately, it is in three pieces now. It will no longer functional properly. You curse yourself as you dab the tape across the back of your jacket, picking up pieces of lint, a few at a time. Finally, you are done. This time you remember to check yourself in the full-length mirror. Your suit is perfection. Your shirt and tie is elegance itself. Personally, I hate your shoes, but they are yours, not mine.

Your breakfast has been sitting in the oven for 40 minutes trying to stay warm. You walk into the kitchen, with angst all over your face. I can't control my laughter. You never talk when you have a problem like this when the kids are around. Now we have this huge house to ourselves, and everything that annoys you comes out of that mouth of yours: unedited. I can't help it. I laugh uncontrollably. You remove your jacket, and place it over the back of a chair as you normally do when you eat breakfast. However, this morning you do something different. You remove your coffee cup, the centerpiece, and the newspaper from the table. You look at me like a bear looks at a salmon.

I back away from you. I know that look too well, and I'm still laughing. "No Rod, we just made love."

He doesn't say a word. I get the table between us, to make sure there is no way he is going to catch me; at least I think so.

He started pushing the table towards the window, and me. I pushed it back but he was too strong. If I moved to the right he would trap me in a corner. If I went to the left, I would be out in the open. If I stayed where I was he would pin me against the wall. Anyway you looked at it, I was caught, and he had this shit eating grin on his face. I did the next best thing I could think of; I jumped up on the table, and waited to see what he would do next. He didn't do anything, that bastard; he stayed still waiting for my move. I tried to jump into the laundry room, but before my feet hit the ground, he had his arms around my waist pulling me onto the table. I was screaming in defeat.

"Roz, why aren't you laughing now?"

"I will be in a moment, when you can't get it up."

"Would you like to make a wager on that?"

"No."

He pulled the sash and opened my robe, and pulled the panels over my shoulders, trapping my arms. He bit both of my nipples, and I screamed in pain. He pushed me down onto the table and pulled the robe off my body.

I screamed, "People will see us."

"Next time you won't laugh at me?"

"Next time you will remember where you put your things?"

Naked as a Jaybird on the kitchen table, facing the street I started laughing again. I'm laughing like a loon, at my husband, who is dropping his pants and shorts, getting ready to defile me."

Rod was stiff as steel. I couldn't understand why, but I was ready for him. He didn't force himself into me, because he wasn't sure of my situation. It didn't take long for him to realize that I was as hot for him as he was for me. It always works that way for us. It's like a switch; we turn each other on anywhere we are.

We weren't going at it very long when Rod said, "Roz, we have an audience."

I screamed, "Cover me."

"It's too late now, they are applauding."

"I'm going to kill you, you bastard." Those words got lost in my mind, because moments later my world shattered. An orgasm roared through my body, and of my 'Rod' was very close behind me. He laid his body over mine, as I caressed his hair and back.

"Stay with me today, don't go to work."

"I can't do that, although your offer is very tempting. That's what the people who tried to kill Stephano want to know. How many of us can they keep from coming to work today? How many can they keep away every day? If we lose 10 or 15% of the workforce, it can put us behind by a year, or more. I won't let them think they scared me away."

"Please be super careful today."

"I am every day. I do as I am told. I will run your idea by the head of security today. If he approves it, I will have them bring you to the office so you can tell Stephano what we need. He may let you look on line to see what they are offering."

"That sounds like fun. I had no plans for today. I was going to call Jennifer to see if she'd like company, but that was all. Let me know what they say. Maybe I can get a quickie at the office."

"If I tell you to come to the office, you better be wearing panties."

"I've been tempted to buy crotchless panties; would you like that?"

"Woman, I'm not going to live to be 100 years old with you in my life."

"Of course you are, Rod. Sex is a great cardiovascular exercise."

"I'm already late for work, if I don't leave now, you're going to get laid again, and I won't get to work until after-noon today."

"Tell them you got stuck in traffic."

"What traffic? I think 18 cars use this road every day, and that's on a really busy day."

"Go to work dear, I will see you later."

"I love you Roz, don't let anyone hurt you."

"I will have my agent start teaching me how to shoot a rocket propelled grenade, and work my way up to a tank."

"Why don't you start with something smaller, like a pistol to protect yourself and the kids?"

"Wouldn't the bad guys be more afraid of the rocket propelled grenade?"

"Yes, however there is a problem with the RPG's. The rocket goes out the front, but the flames come out the back of it. Anyone standing within 20 feet of the RPG is going to get roasted."

"Okay, I'll ask for a handgun, and work up to a tank."

"God, I do love you woman. I'm going to work before I stay home for the day."

"I almost got you."

"Do you know how much I get paid per day on a $10 Million a year salary?"

"A lot of money."

"If I work 365 days a year it is $1152 a day. $5 million of that I work as Even's personal lawyer. I work less than 100 days per year. On this new job, I am working six days a week. That gives me 317 days off per year. So for the first $5 million technically I work 48 days."

"Rod if I have a hear you complain about Even's treatment of you again, I swear I will smack you. 48 days for $5 million. Get out of this house now."

"Goodbye my love."

"Kiss my ass."

"Okay." He turned me around and kissed my ass; both cheeks. He turned me around and stuck his tongue in my vagina. I grabbed his hair and told him if he did that again he was not going to work.

He stood up, and kissed me properly. He walked to the front door, opened it a few inches, and called for Steel.

Steel told him to stay where he was until the car was in position. As soon as the SUV was in front of the house, he grabbed Rod's tie and pulled him down the 3 steps and across the 50 feet of open ground. He threw Rod into the back of the vehicle headfirst, and slammed the door behind him. I believe Rod was both pissed and unnerved by the handling he received this morning. His meticulously assembled wardrobe was now rumpled beyond recognition.

I heard the front door close and lock. Lexi walked in, looked at me, and smiled.

"Roz, you had some really smooth moves on that table."

I didn't blush. "I told you the day we met my husband and I were sex addicts. It doesn't take much to get either one of us started, and the only thing that keeps us in check is our kids."

"Don't you think you should put some clothes on?"

I looked down and realized I was parading around the house naked, with Rod's semen dripping down my leg. I walked back to the table, found my robe, but didn't bother putting it on.

"I'm going to take a shower and get dressed. I'll be down in about an hour. I want to purchase a handgun, and learn how to use it properly. Would you find out what I have to do to comply with Texas law?"

"I think the only thing you have to do in Texas, to get a permit for a gun, is to be capable of breathing on your own. I'll verify that and get back to you."

My agent was incorrect. I also had to show my identification, and sign a form, also.

64. Retribution

There is one truism in this world: "You don't piss off William Zabo."

He was walking his new son, Patrick, in his pram, when he passed a 'T Mobile' store. He asked his agent to watch Patrick for a few minutes while he checked out a new phone.

The agent agreed simply because William was going to be in a store and out of harm's way.

A sales agent asked how you might help. William told him what the problem was, and showed him his high-end phone. He asked, "May I use one of your phones to see if the reception is any better?"

"Absolutely sir."

William made a call to Leesburg, a small town in central Louisiana. The woman answered, "Central Station."

"I'm sorry ma'am my name is 'The Private', 'The Private'. I must have dialed the Incorrect Number, Wrong Number. I am in New York and I was looking for a representative in New Orleans to eliminate a problem I am having with my phone. I believe there is a higher up in my brain that is making me malfunction. 'I apologize', 'I apologize' profusely for disturbing you."

"That's perfectly all right sir, we have verified that you are in New York and your voiceprint. Your problem will be looked into, and they will be eliminated."

"Thank you very much for your 'consideration', and kind 'consideration' to this matter. I hope you have a wonderful day."

"Your worries are worries are over Private. Things will be attended to in short order."

*************

"Colonel we have received the go order."

"Is it confirmed?"

"Yes sir it is confirmed. I think you should listen to the recording. I believe we have received a change in the action plan."

"Give me a headset, and let me listen to it."

Colonel Canyon listened carefully to the message and made notes of the disjointed words William used. Bordeaux was not the tip of the spear. He was part of a conspiracy to destroy William's project. He smiled. It was no longer just a case of getting rid of a member of Congress. They were going to have some fun with him first. Oh how he loved having fun. Now he had to find a place safe enough to have it. He could not do it in the United States, because every law enforcement agency in the country would be looking for Bordeaux. Brazil was the obvious choice. It had no extradition treaty with the United States, and was so large Texas could get lost in it.