Plans Change A Story 6

Thanks to my ID card I zipped past security and had to wait for Christina who was livid when she caught up to me and told me she swore they only did that so they could fondle her.  I told her if she thought they were out of line she should say something.  She told me she had to get home and I shrugged and said she could of gone by private plane for the cost of first class.  She waved her hand as if to wipe away the discussion and asked why I was going home, pulling her close with my one free arm I told her I still had not celebrated our anniversary.  I glanced at a clock on the wall and told her we still had an hour.  She slowly looked around and then back at me with that quirky grin and whispered that this might not be the right time and place.  Letting her go I headed for the small bar and told her I was hungry.  I caught her out of the corner of my eye almost skipping like a school girl.  Inside the dining room part of the bar I told the waiter I wanted beans and rice and hot tortillas or flat bread and the darkest ale he could find.  Christina just looked at me as she ordered her Prime Rib and baked potato and a glass of red wine.  When we were alone she asked if that was all I was going to eat, I told her for now, later I would get some fruit, make a sandwich and if the milk was ice cold I would drink a half gallon.  The waiter came back and told me they only had wild rice and I nodded.  He came back again and said they did not have any tortillas.  I asked how then did they serve those wraps and breakfast burritos; he said they used either tomato or spinach tortillas.  I told him to warm some up and I would take both.  When he came back again I told him I knew my misses was really cute but this was ridiculous and if he came back again without something for either of us to drink or eat I was going to politely ask him to walk out the front door and never come back.  Bowing he apologized and said he would not come back but the cook wanted to know if my niece wanted the small, medium or large cut and did she want the end.  Christina put her hand on my arm and told the young man it was her fault for not clarifying that she wanted the largest piece of meat she could get and she wanted it pink on the inside and sizzling on the outside and if that could come with the end cut she would take it as she liked all those juices.

When he backed away his face was red.  The bartender brought our drinks and told me not to give every new waiter such a hard time.  My wife asked her if she knew me and the bartender said of course not that I came through much anymore but for a time I was one of her best customers and always good for a chuckle or two when I messed with the waiters.  Holding out her hand the bartender told Christina her name was Susan but everyone called her Sunshine on account of her sparkling personality and youthful good looks.  Before my wife could answer she told her she already knew who she was as for eighteen of the last twenty years that man sitting in front of her would show up about this time and sip a beer while he ate his beans and rice.and would stare at the picture he kept in his wallet which changed almost every year.  Putting her hand out for my wallet, Christina told her thanks for sharing as she must have missed those years.  When Sunshine left I told Christina that wallet was at home in her lingerie drawer.  As she sipped on her wine she waved her hand again and said for the sake of argument I had more than one wallet why would one of them be in her drawer.  Smiling I told her probably because I did not have a drawer at least not in Colorado and as a matter of fact I did not even have a shelf or part of a rack.  Christina giggled and told me she could not have a bunch of men's clothes laying around when her boyfriends came over.  I nodded and said since it seemed I had recently inherited a few girlfriends I would need her to share when they dropped in and the cute little bond would look good in that leopard print number.  Sipping her wine, Christina stared at me for what seemed the longest time as she leaned back in her chair.  When dinner was served by the waiter he never looked at Christina and if he wanted to know if she needed something he asked me.  When I told him for desert she would need chocolate covered strawberries, he told me they did not sell those.  Pulling a bill out of my pocket I told they did up at the chocolate place and if he could get there and back before she was done with her meal he could keep the change.  When he asked sunshine to cover for him and ran out the front, Christina told me I was mean and I told her no that boy just earned an eighty dollar tip.

 When he came back he was winded and went straight back into the kitchen and just as Christina pushed her plate away he put before her a finely plated array of chocolate covered fruits and removed her dinner plate with a huge piece of beef on it.  I told him to make that into a sandwich to go on a multigrain bread.  He had just brought it back when the announcement came letting us know it was time to board our flight.  I handed her the bag and as I walked out Sunshine handed me another bag into which I dumped the fruit leaving the plate on the edge of a table of a couple of marines telling them to make sure to take home some of the chocolate covered fruit to their gals.  Christina who was in a hurry tried to get me to hurry.  As we were the last to the door I handed her my boarding pass and took hers.  The attendant seeing the to go bags in her hand told her first class received a free meal and since she was a VIP they were offering a nice Zinfandel with the evening meal. She had chosen a window seat on the left side of the plane.  I was looking at my arm as was the attendant, she told me she had an idea and to wait here.  Standing gave me a chance to see who was on the plane.  Most were flying up to go skiing or to get away for a romantic weekend, there were a half dozen Marines spread out; I guessed heading up early for their mountain survival training. a few students and three men of Middle Eastern or East Asian decent.  I listened to their conversation for a moment and made a mental note they were Persian, I smiled as I truly loved the Iranian people most of whom hated the current leadership of their country.  When one of them made a comment about missing the fall colors, I told him to look on the bright side he was getting to see the new fallen snow and get a chance to go skiing.  The three men and several of the marines who had been eyeing them looked up at me and I apologized for the interruption and made the remark like they say when in Rome. One of the men asked if I spoke Farsi, I nodded and told him it was much easier to talk to the crews working on the large building projects.  The attendant came back and whispered to me that she had just found out who I was and the pilot  asked if I wanted to sit in the jump seat.  I smiled and nodded.  It was not the most comfortable seat in a plane of this size but I would not have to be squished.  I was led back up through first class and as I walked through I got down on my knee next to the row Christina was sitting in.  I apologized to the older woman as I pointed to Christina who was somewhat surprised and I apologized telling her I should have done this twenty years ago.

When she said okay I said I was not done and I know I should have gotten a ring for this but this was so last minute and I wanted her to walk down the aisle with me in that little country church where her mom and dad tied the knot.  Even the pilots who were standing in the cockpit door were staring at her.  As she looked around she asked if they were going to wait until she gave an answer, the older woman next to her told her not to worry she was in no hurry.  Christina kept looking around at the faces of the first class passengers and then nodded and said yes.  When she came out and gave me a kiss, I looked at the pilot and used my hands to ask if I could trade with Christina.  He told me it was not protocol but if she keeps her hands in her lap and promises not to touch anything.  Nodding I told him I owed him one.  Smiling he said I owed the whole crew and probably the passengers as well for the delay.  Smiling I said I hoped they had enough champagne to go around.  The pilot went into the cockpit and sitting down he talked to someone as he started working on his start up as the attendant took Christina forward to get her settled in.  Graciously the older couple moved over.  Several minutes later airport management came in carrying several bottles of champagne and sparkling grape juice for the young.  As they took pictures with Christina the captain explained to the passengers that there had been a delay but if they would sit tight for a moment they would be on their way to go play and once they were airborne the attendants would be coming around to pass out glasses of bubbly as they were celebrating the soon to be I do's of one of his oldest friends and his lovely wife who is looking very surprised that she was asked to wed the same man all over again.

Graciously, the older woman moved over one seat and began telling me of when she and her beloved Alfred agreed to become man and wife just after the big war.  I only half listened as now that a I was relaxed I could feel the pain.  When the attendant was getting started to pass out the beverages I told her I wanted to pay for the meals of those marines in the back.  She nodded and I told her the three men who spoke Farsi as well.  She asked if I was sure and I told her yes I was sure.  That got the discussions going in first class which I ignored by putting headphones on and leaning back I went to sleep.  Apparently we hit some pretty good turbulence which I slept right through.  When I heard the announcement that we were making the final approach the older gal woke me up as well.  After landing I let her out and waited until the plane cleared as Christina stood with the captain and shook almost everyone's hands.  As we exited with the crew there were more photo ops which I made sure I was either out of or had my head tucked into her neck. As we went to pick up her luggage I told her I had to ask why women always traveled with so much when they went on vacation; she said it paid to be prepared and if she remembered correctly I destroyed her jeep just to go look for work.  When I helped pull her luggage she took it from me and whispered saying if I remembered correctly she had not been going on vacation but to tend to her ailing husband who she had heard might be in the hospital for some time or in jail.  A porter took over for her as she pushed the cart.  Both daughters were there with Christopher waiting.  For the most part I had missed most of their youth but would surprise them when they were at camp or on a school trip and when their grandpa was still getting around he would bring them to meet me overseas.  That all ended about six years ago.

I had never been one to shed tears but with our little family reunion I was definitely shedding a few.  News traveled fast and the local papers were ready as Dr. Christina was a local.  I feigning serious pain avoided those photos all together.  Not that I ever planned to go back in play in the big sand box old habits died hard, having your picture taken for a family album was one thing but I tried to avoid anything that might be used in newspapers.  I suppose this is why over the years friendships I did have were with men who also shied away from the cameras and women who were married and who were mostly content in their marriage.  With the men it was simple none of use needed cameras to take pictures to remember our lives and with the women like Sunshine it was also simple I was not needed to fulfill some fantasy or to piss off another man and when we did see each other it was like seeing a family member or an old friend from school.  Mostly though for the last sixteen years my life was about work, and I was ready for that to change which is why I had stopped managing on a day to day basis, a rather lucrative company that yes had become a front company where a couple of different agencies could park men and in return they helped funnel very lucrative jobs at least in the beginning.  I had built up a reputation all thanks to Christina's dad for being thorough, timely and would do a job without skimping.  This lead to opportunities to also gather information which had been helped by my early on accepting the fact technology was the way of the future.  The world especially the ridiculously wealthy were in love with the latest toys as were governments.  Still sometimes boots were needed on the ground and I moonlighted just like those who worked for me.  Though the reality was they were moonlighting for me.  All of those men and women received two paychecks, one from me and one from Uncle Sam under different names.  Keeping our faces out of the media in parts of the world would in the long run keep us alive.

As I was joined by Christopher though I had never thought of myself as a spy per se  I realized how he might get the idea especially if his sisters had told him stories not to mention his grandpa who had once been a venerated member of the intelligence community and it was he who introduced me to that part of my life.  Looking around at our ridiculous security of our skies I realized after the creation of the new agency known as Homeland Security and my receiving an ID through them as I was somewhat of an expert in physical security of a facility I had always thought of myself as that a security expert who partook in operations which required deniability.  Being not just the owner but an employee of an international Engineering and Consultation Company allowed me to go chase jobs in places Uncle Sam could not put men.  Why were standing there I heard a voice calling me.  Christina could see this woman and I could not and when she crossed her arms I winced, as she came closer she saw Dr. Christina and called to her too and walked right up to her and gave her the two cheek kiss greeting and asked if she had sold her house yet as she was very interested.  Christina leaned around her and called me honey and asked if we had sold the house yet.  The woman a long time top runway model who also dallied as an actress in which more often than not the assets better suited for the runway were revealed for the viewing audiences pleasure which were primarily men thought she had been doing some more family friendly movies in the last couple of years.  As she turned around to take a look at me she cringed when she saw my arm and reaching out she pushed on it and asked if it hurt.  Smiling I told her only when someone pushed on it.  Stepping back she scrunched her lips and clicking her tongue in what I assumed was a compliment she said I should have told her I was getting married to her doctor. Stepping back she saw Christina holding up the ring which took me five years to pay her dad back for. Turning down those full lips of hers she pouted and asked why she was not invited.  I smiled and told her probably because it happened when I was like fourteen.  Christina smiled and said no that was when I got her pregnant the first time.

I felt kind of sad for the woman as she covered her mouth, it really though was not her fault as she bought a pad in Paris which shared a wall with a known gun runner, well not known to everyone but to enough people he needed to be watched.  I had decided during the remodel of her place I really hated old buildings which were built on buildings.  In order to get that job I had spent almost a month working with her to perfect the design but what clinched it were the massages which in her case there was never a sheet and always included the release of her more womanly tensions.  The woman regained her composure and told Christina she would stop by the office and they could grab lunch.  Christina wrinkled her nose at me and almost as perky as this creature of the night told her they really should and they could catch up on things.  In the car it was my oldest asked how I knew her and I told her the truth I remodeled her house.  The reality was after that Paris Flat she had contracted us to remodel everyone she bought, not that I personally got involved but like the first one because of her need for security we were able to make use of that as she held parties for jet setters from all walks of life. Because of her reality show she self produced we had also added cameras in all the rooms that were considered private and in places that were sure to catch any and all action both above and below the waist.  I knew for a fact that more than one congress person was caught on one of those cameras in a compromising position and one President.  I had turned over their monitoring to an all woman team.

I caught Christina's look, once at the house and the children and I had thoroughly greeted each other I tried to avoid the subject by asking where she put my sandwich too which she replied the pilot and co pilot thanked me and they especially enjoyed watching her eat the fruit.  I looked at the door and she told me she was kidding about the fruit as she shared that with the attendants and my really old girlfriend.  I told her I had never met that woman before tonight; Christina patted me and told me it was okay because she had promised to come to the wedding.  Christina said before they got to that and those young women she wanted to know exactly took place between me and the Amazon warrior. I told her what I could tell her was I did the design on her Paris Flat and the remodel and during that time she was stressed so I would give her massages.  My wife asked how thorough and I told her used every technique available at one time or another and yes she found release of her abdominal tensions.  Christina grabbed my face and asked me if I slept with her as in did I do to her what those men did to those girls as in did I insert something other than my fingers inside an orifice on her body.  I told Christina no.  She then asked if I had ever used my tongue and I said no.  Christina then told me she wanted me to show her exactly what I did to that woman on her.  I looked at my arm; and she told me we could work around my disabilities.  I looked around the kitchen and asked if she had an oil.  Grabbing my hand she led me to the master suite where she pulled out a massage table from under the bed.  I looked at Christina with a question and she told me she used various forms of massage therapy in her practice.  I asked if she had started bringing her clients home into our bedroom.  She stopped and said not her clients but yes she did have some friends who she would trade massages with.  I told her I needed to get back to make my hearing.  I asked if any of those massages included what she accused me of as in someone inserting something into her.  She did not hesitate when she said yes.

I glanced at the table and then looked up and said since we were being honest I had over the years given a dozen women massages but the only woman I had helped provide an orgasm for was that Amazon warrior of hers and I was assuming she was one of her friends.  Christina said yes and they had both used their fingers, tongues and a few toys on each other and the last time they had slept together was five weeks ago.  I  looked down and told her I would not fight her and she could have everything.  I turned away and told her to be honest with her when I gave that woman a massage my fingers had only traced to outside of her mound and had never entered and all the other women were real massage therapy sessions, prescribed by doctors.  Christina told me to turn around, when I did she disrobed.  When she laid down on the table I went over gave her a kiss and headed for the door.  She asked where I was going and I told her to go turn myself in for disclosing state secrets but not to worry she had friends.  Christina screamed at me to stop; I did and she asked me what she was supposed to have done and I went and sat in a chair.  I did not answer and let he calm down.  I told her I know she had needs and I was not there, but to look at it from my point of view I also had needs and I refrained from having them seen to until I came home and then well someone always seemed like she was not interested and now I know why she was just waiting for me to leave so she could bring all manners of folks into our house so she could get laid and for all I knew she could have been shagging one of the bad guys.  Christina got off the table came over and slapped me repeatedly and with her nails she drew blood.

When she stopped and wanted to tend to the blood I kept her back and told her let it bleed and hopefully there would be some nice scars to remind me of our lives that we would not have together.  She told me to stop it as she had only slept with one other man besides me.  I only looked at her as if that was supposed to make me feel better.  When I did not answer she told me okay there was that boy when she was twelve but that was before I moved into the house.  Looking down I shook my head.  When I looked back up I asked how many men were apart of these friends she slept with.  Without missing a step she told me none.  I told her that made me feel so much better my wife the good church going woman had because of my inabilities to deal with her cheating on me with another man went and joined the other team.  She told me what was worse she had slept with the pastor's wife after she turned her on to this form of massage therapy.  I rolled my eyes and looking at the ceiling I asked if this was like some bible study thing of pretending to be a part of the harem.  She sat down on my lap and said before I left all in a huff again we needed to settle this but I needed to know she would not file papers or agree to a divorce.  I told her first thing I would need a list of names of all the women who had been in this house for the purposes of having sex with her.  She asked why and I told her if I could help it I planned on not rotting in prison and it would be better for everyone if she gave them up rather than have to sit in front of a congressional hearing and list them.

For several hours we talked and well she was insanely beautiful, naked and my wife and the normal control I had learned to master was not there and she noticed the change physically.  She understood that I was not bedding her and told me the least she could do was help me take a cold shower.  By the end of the shower I gave in since there was no part of it that was cold  and watching herself try to bring about her own relief.  By morning other than we were not mad each other we had not accomplished anything more on our marriage accept to come to the conclusion she was a sex addict as were half a dozen friends who like her were pillars of the community. She did however fill me on with some details on the background of all those girls.  While I was getting dressed which was a struggle even though I was using both arms.a call came in from the office not mine as in the companies but the office I answered to which confirmed what I already knew this house was bugged. The man who taught me everything I needed to know on the social engineering aspects of my work as he liked to call it told me he had destroyed all evidence that I had talked to my wife on things I was not supposed to since I did not actually tell her anything and when we were off I needed to debug the house as she needed to know who I was if I wanted to save my marriage and if I needed help on those background checks to let him know and he would take care of that as well.  I asked how much he was aware of what i had gotten involved in while out in the desert.  Laughing he asked where he thought he was calling from and for my information when I next introduced him it would be as my council.  Knowing what kind of trouble he could be in I asked why he was doing this; his reply to me was that since at his age he should be retired and playing golf and he was playing golf on my dime with a judge and the DA so not to worry about my appointment with the grand jury.

With that he hung up, I remembered he had had a daughter who had been raped and murdered.  I told no one that was the wrong man to have as your enemy.  My eldest daughter came in to ask if I was ready to go to the airport had caught what I said and asked who was the wrong person.  I smiled and told her I had hired a lawyer and would not be rushing off to see the grand jury as her mom and I needed to deal with some stuff.  She looked at me and told me they all three knew about her extracurricular activities and five weeks ago confronted her.  I told her that it appeared others also knew as someone had been keeping tabs on him.  My daughter signed she was shutting up now.   I nodded and said to gather everyone in the kitchen.  Room by room I went and found someone had taken a page out of my book and had bugged every room in the house mostly with only micro-phonic transmitters that would not go far but the receiver transmitter unit tied into the satellite dish meant they did not need anyone here to listen in.  What was disturbing were the cameras throughout the master suite. Christina was at first angry and then scared; I told her most of the footage would just go to some huge vast cyber archive to never be seen again and just as soon as I give the house a real sweeping I could go about making sure no one else could get their hands on it just after I watched it to find out who bugged my house.  Thankfully I did not have to go anywhere to get the equipment necessary as two of my techs who did not work for Uncle Sam showed up with a van.  Since it was my equipment and they worked for the company I let my family watch as they went about finding the bugs I knew I had missed which included all of their cell phones which I smashed.  When I was asked if I knew how much those things cost I said yes you can walk into the nearest mall or big box discount store and get them for free with a two year contract.  My wife's laptop had several Trojans installed this got turned over to my techs who would send out their own Trojans and whatever else they could to find the source.  The last thing they did was take out the satellite and call to shut down the service which apparently my wife had never ordered and assumed I was paying for it.  My senior tech got me alone and told me when they were not getting anything they would send out a repair team.  I nodded and told him I would be waiting and let my lawyer do his dance but I would like someone to go to SC and be thorough and install counter measures. Smiling he told me they had been debugging that house since day one. and just so he knew there was tree blind a couple of hills away that was always manned and they were only focused on the master bedroom which several of the gals in the office liked to borrow on their date nights and like clock work their would be photos and not very good videos as if whoever was holding the camera was having a seizure posted on the internet.

My boys were still there when the satellite installation crew showed up.  They even had the work order I was supposed to have called in.  They left in a patrol car and their van was towed to the impound yard after I went through it and removed a few items.  My wife told me I could get arrested for stealing and I told her the van had been abandoned on our property.  That day I went down valley and bought them knew cell phones and jail broke them.. I also bought new computers and installed my own security software on them.  Christopher and my wife watched everything I did.  He asked if that was what spies do and shaking my head I told him the only thing remotely close to the spy stuff was having his mom pretend to be mad at me last night and having her help with my new disguise.  Christopher blurted out he would have slept with the Amazon Princess if he had been in my shoes.  I told him first things first he needed to stop spying on his mother and if he happened to over hear my conversations with her he needed to forget them as soon as he could.  He tried to deny he had been spying and I told him not to as how else did his sisters know mom was role playing with an Amazon Princess.  When he realized he had been caught I told him I did not blame him as if I were not a super spy I would have fallen into her lust filled web and if the other women were even half as beautiful as that one was I would die of a heart attack several times over the happiest man alive.  My oldest daughter asked why I did not partake of that one.  I told her the same reason I did not partake of anyone other than their mother, which was when I told her I do I had meant it.  I turned the conversation on them and told my oldest she should have her boyfriend undergo a series of background checks before she jumped back into bed with him and make him sign an agreement of fidelity.

She asked how I knew; I smiled and told her to remember who the spy in the family was.  My last outing of that day was to go with Christopher to see his dad and make arrangements for the back child support to be put into a trust in Christopher's name and to be administered by a lawyer of my choosing.  The man was agreeable and asked about visitation rights and I looked at Christopher and told his father it was more or less up the boy at this point in time but if I ever caught him at my house I would ruin his life.  When I finished checking on his security system he asked why I waited so long.  I told him to be honest I was more mad at myself and my wife who I knew could be very persuasive but because of recent situations I thought it best to make sure everyone was squared up.  Nodding he said he for one was glad I did not do unto him what I did unto two others and for what it was worth he was sorry.  I took out a card and wrote down a number and told him that was for one of my competitors and if he needed help they were reliable if not a little pricey and their boys were as good as any as  I would be revoking the service contract.  I was alone when a second team showed up to install another satellite system.  I sent those two men back with a message.