Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 04

Patricia saw the smile on her father's face, so she launched herself at him, landing on his chest hugging him and kissing him.

Jemma said, "Hey, that's my husband, leave some room for me." She jumped into the pile.

They did have a threesome. It was a loving threesome that flew higher than the 49,000 feet, at which the aircraft was currently flying. There were fewer tears this time, but more raw emotion was let loose."

As they continued on their westbound track, Patricia asked her father if she could use his computer, because the FBI had hers.

Her father said, "No, they don't, I do."

Patricia looked at her father and asked, "How did you manage that dad?"

"There is an old saying, Patricia, and you should learn from it. It says, 'Ask me no questions, and I will tell you no lies."

"Dad, you stole them from Michael Frees' office?"

"What did I just tell you young woman?"

"Fine, I will not ask you any questions."

"I will have to run a deep debugging program through it. Bruno's people have a very sophisticated system, hidden to monitor everything I do on that computer."

"No, they don't, not anymore. I took care of that for you. Your computer was also running a little slow, so I added a module to it, to give you more memory and a little faster speed to it."

"Did you do anything else?"

"Yes I did. I looked at every picture you had on file. You were a very precocious child. I would wager that you and your mother could have been exchanged at birth, and no one would have known the difference."

"Thank you daddy. That is the nicest thing you could have ever said to me. Comparing me to my mother, and saying that I am her equal, in any way, is the most wonderful complement I could ever have received."

"You are also your mother's equal in some other ways, Patricia. You are headstrong, opinionated, exasperating, unyielding, inflexible, unrelenting, and a real pain in the ass."

Jemma nearly fell off her seat laughing.

Patricia looked at her and decided to laugh, along with her. You could either laugh or cry at what her father said to her, and she had cried enough for one day already.

William looked at both of them like they were crazy. "Women," he thought, "you love them to pieces, and they cut your heart to pieces, when they cry."

He looked at the two loves of his life, and decided to laugh, along with them. What else was he supposed to do? He could not ignore them, because at this moment they decided to wrap their bodies around his body, like a coiled snake. He would put them both to bed. He would make love to one; and protect them both, with his life. He still had three more hours trapped, with these two reptilians on this airplane, and it appeared they had already bonded. Patricia had gotten him to tell more private stories about himself and Laura, than he had ever told anyone in the past 20 years.

Jemma, his exasperating Jemma, told Patricia, that he had fisted her ass, twice in their short time together. These two young women had just met, and they were talking about things so personal, he knew nothing he and his wife did in the privacy of their bedroom, would ever remain secret from his daughter. Jemma also came to Patricia's aid, when he tried to prove that she was still an innocent. He knew she was, by the way her pupils reacted when he told her to drop her pants. Jemma jumped in and stopped him from proving his point. Patricia was able to taunt him, because of it. He would make her blurted it out soon enough. However, it was not that important to him, at this moment. Getting back to Sedona undetected was his primary concern. He would need to outfit the two women with camping gear, just in case they needed it. He would rather be safe, than sorry later. His villa was large enough for the three of them. However, he was not sure if any of them could shoot straight enough to be worth buying guns for self-protection.

The flight attendant came back to ask if they wanted anything to eat, but again found them in the same situation. This time, however, William was awake, holding the two women as they were nestled against his chest, sleeping comfortably.

He softly said to the attendant, "Blankets, please," and the attendant returned moments later to cover the women with soft, warm blankets up to their necks. William stroked their hair, and neither of them moved, while they were being covered. Both women would have attacked him for what he was thinking. (Lord, why can't women be this amenable, when they are awake?)

"New Mexico Center 623 echo, 250 northeast of Santa Fe, flight level 470, requesting descent to flight level 175 to cancel instrument flight plan."

"623 echo, descend, and maintain flight level 180.

"623 echo, flight level 180, leaving flight level 470 now.

A message came back from the flight deck, informing William that they were 600 miles from the airport, or approximately one hour and 15 minutes from touchdown. If he had any transmissions to make, now would be the time to do it.

He woke the woman up from their long slumber and tried to move his arms. He loved holding them both, but he was paying the price for it now. His arms were creaky and asleep. He had to shake them, and move them around to get the blood flowing in them, again.

William asked Patricia if she wanted to contact Bruno and give him a message before they landed.

"Dad, if you have anything to say, you better go first. When I finish with him, I am going to fry his computer."

"Is that another program of yours?"

"Yes, it was an accidental offshoot of the "Garden of Eden." I have not even told the feds about it yet."

"I assume you've tried it out already, and it is successful?"

"It works 100% of the time, dad."

"Don't tell the authorities about it, until after you patent and copyright it. Then, the government will pay you a fortune not to put it on the market."

"I was thinking of putting on a demonstration of all three of my products, by turning China off the grid. I think I gave Michael Free a heart attack when I told him that I was going to do it."

"What you should have done was inform the President you were going to do it. He could have the Chinese ambassador in his office, when it happened. If you want to talk about someone having a heart attack, it would have been the Chinese Ambassador and not Director Free."

"Now I know where I get my evil side from dad."

"It is not an evil side, Patricia, it is the business side. If you want to impress a mass market, you go after the largest market available; which right now happens to be the Chinese. If you show them what you can do and they do not even have the ability to defend themselves against it or even say we are at war with you, because all their technology is not available to them, you have them at a complete disadvantage. You dictate the terms from that point forward. It is business, pure and simple. It is not personal."

"Dad, I think you are getting your edge back."

Jemma said, "I am going to have to listen to your conversations very closely. I am not sure I understood what you two were talking about, but I understood what the ramifications were."

William took Jemma by shoulders and said to her, "You have had your head buried in the dictionary. Not only has your speech pattern improved, but you are using words that you never would have understood or put into a sentence several weeks ago. I am very proud of you, my wife, extremely proud of you."

Jemma lowered her head, slightly embarrassed by his praise, but also embarrassed by her lack of a formal education.

Patricia took her hand and said, "Jem not everyone goes to college. Some people that do go don't take advantage of it. Some of those that go do not belong there. Until my father mentioned it, I didn't realize you had an accent; New England, I believe. You must have worked very hard to get rid of it. If you can do that, learning words will come easy to you, just by listening to other people talk and by sticking your head into the dictionary and learning a few words every day."

Jemma was awestruck by Patricia's comment. Had she done it already? Had she overcome the accent barrier that William told her about a few months ago? She looked at William and saw him beaming with pride. It was true, she had done it. She started jumping up and down, and screaming in the aisle of the airplane.

Patricia applauded her accomplishment, and William soon joined her. Soon the business world would open up to her, because her main impediment had been removed. She would continue to learn about business, by listening to her husband, and Patricia; two role models that had come into her life, and made it better. She loved them both.

William completed his transmission to Bruno with a statement that someone else wished to say something to him.

"Hello Bruno, it's Patricia. You knew as 'Galina. I am actually, Patricia Garrett Parent. I have your son. I enjoyed playing with you. It was very educational. I now know your moods; and how you think. It was easy enough to lead your son on, because his hormones were doing the thinking for him. If you don't give a boy what he wants, he will want it more and more. I am on my way to see him now. I have never seen a dissection in person, but there is always a first time. This will be mine. I am not sure if we are going to start with his fingers, or a hand or a wrist or up to the elbow. However, we will put him under anesthesia, before we do anything major. We do not want to kill him all at once. We want you to die a slow and agonizing death, unlike the death of my mother, the 41 people at the University of Massachusetts, at Amherst, and my friend Sandy on the Massachusetts Turnpike. I hope you enjoyed doing that as much as I am going to enjoy watching your son being taken apart piece by piece. One more thing, Don Bruno, those grandchildren you wanted from your son, while you are still young enough to play with them; we will send them to you gift wrapped in two little oval packages, Scrotum included, marked, "In Memory of Laura Garrett." Would you like to reply to my little message? I will be online for the next three minutes. Do not try to track me from your little center; I am in on airplane moving from East to West at 600 mph. By the time you get a fix on us. We could turn around and go in any direction we want St. Louis in wonderful at this time of year; and I have never been to San Francisco. Santa Fe is wonderful golf country, but so is Palm Springs. So many choices, but how much time does Stephano have? Time alone will tell?"

"Patricia, you little bitch. You took advantage of my hospitality and my goodwill. When I catch you and your father, there will not be enough left of either of you to make sand. If you harm my son, your family lines will cease to exist."

"Bruno, you killed off my family line. However, thank you for your last statement; I forwarded it directly to police headquarters, in New York City and to the FBI in Washington, DC. I am sure they will be able to do something with it at your trial. Now if I were you I would step away from your computer. I have sent you another message." She hit the appropriate control keys for her "Enlightenment Program."

Bruno watched his computer start smoking and then burst into flames. He started cursing her. "Patricia, you whore, I am going to find you, and put you to work in one of my houses. When you are no longer making money for me, I am going to cut you apart, piece by piece, just like you are going to do to my son."

14. Revelations and Deceptions

"Susan, where the hell is he; I have another package from FBI headquarters for him."

"It is nice to talk to you, too, Sergeant. I have not heard from you in a dogs' age."

"I am sorry about that, Susan, but right now, this is business. Where is he, this is important."

"He went to Prescott to pick up a package. I do not know when he will be back."

"When you talk to him, or see him, get his ass to my office immediately."

"Would it be alright if I keep the rest of him? He asked me to marry him the last time we were together, and I said yes."

"Congratulations baby girl, I am very happy for you. I never thought you would take that step, again. Are you sure he is the right man for you?"

"I have never been surer of anything in my entire life. He comes with a lot of baggage; but who doesn't."

"I will vet him for you, and see what he has behind him. I don't want you caught in the middle of anything messy."

"If you do that, you'll be missing two balls, and the stick in the middle. I know what he has because he told me everything about himself, warts, and all. The messy divorces; the cheating wives, and the alimony he has to pay for the next two years. I want him, and I am going to get him; do you hear me cousin."

"Good girl sis, you go get him, and teach him how to ride a mare properly."

"He is very good at that already, and he is teaching this old mare some new tricks. I am pregnant, and I have no idea how he did it. I never thought I would have a child. I thought I was too old to have a child now anyhow. I have not told him yet. I did not want to scare him away."

"You have to tell him right away, cuz. If he is going to bolt, it is better for him to do it now, than after you are married."

"I know Sergeant, I think he will be happy about it, but you can never be too sure."

From the doorway in the kitchen, Alan yelled, "Happy hell, how about ecstatic, jubilant, over the top with joy; the woman I loved most in this world is carrying my baby. Let's get married tomorrow, and make this legal. Ask Sergeant if he wants to be the maid of honor."

"Tell that asshole I heard that."

Susan said, "I can't talk to you now, I'm going to get laid. He will see you in the morning."

"Susan, I need to see him... click."

"Hello Alan, why didn't you call me first?"

"I wanted to surprise you this time. I took the back way in and there were no extra cars around, so I knew everything was okay. I still walked in, from a quarter mile away, just to be safe."

"How long were you listening to my conversation?"

"I was listening long enough to know that you love me as passionately as I love you. Now, if I recall correctly, you told Sergeant that you were going to get laid. Were you referring to me doing the honors, or is there someone else in this house that you were going to let meet our baby?"

"I would never allow any other man to meet our baby, Alan. I still do not know how you did it, but I could not be happier. My husband told me I was sterile, and I was taking the birth control pills to control my periods. Apparently, I was taking them so long, they stopped working."

"Are you sure you want to carry this child, Susan? Due to your advanced age, and decrepit mental attitude, it may not be the wisest thing you have ever done."

"You sonofabitch, I will give you a lesson in decrepit bodies."

Alan ran for his life, up the stairs, towards the bedroom, with Susan, hot on his heels. As he entered the room, he immediately stepped to the right, and waited for her to enter. When she did, he grabbed her and kissed her with every ounce of love and passion he had in his body.

Susan was hitting him for a few seconds, until she succumbed to his kisses, and grabbed him around his back and neck. When he finally let her come up for air, she said, "One of these days your jokes are going to be the death of you."

He replied, "Maybe, but making up is so much fun."

The following morning two bleary-eyed people walked into the Public Safety Building. Susan asked the desk clerk, Amanda Stevens, to get Sergeant Sergeant Sherwood.

Amanda replied, "Susan, why do you always do that to me. One day I am going to pee my pants, laughing."

"That's what I want you to do, Amanda. I want to see you run around with wet pants. I want to see how Joe will react, when you get home. That big lug will come down here and tear this building apart trying to find out which one of these guys got into your pants."

"You are not being funny, Susan; that is what he would do, before I could explain to him what happened."

Alan looked at all five feet tall Amanda and asked, "How big is this guy?"

"Did you ever watch professional wrestling?"

"Yes, every once in a while I would watch those guys act like they were hurting one another."

"Do you remember a guy called 'The Flying Dutchman', Alan?

"Vaguely."

"Let me remind you of his statistics. He is six feet 11 inches tall, and weighs 350 pounds. From tip to tip he has a wingspan of 92 inches. He would still be wrestling if he had not dislocated his ankle."

"What does that have to do with Amanda?"

Susan smiled at her idiot fiancé and replied, "He is her husband, Joe."

Alan looked at Amanda and saw her smiling at him. He knew Susan was not lying to him. He reached out his hand, and took Amanda's hand in his and said, "Please tell Joe that if he ever needs anything, I am his new best friend. If he needs a traffic ticket fixed, consider it done. If he commits a murder, I will get it reduced to a misdemeanor. Just tell him not to hit me."

Amanda and Susan laughed at him, for showing his good sense.

Amanda hit the button on her intercom and called Sergeant. He came storming out of the secure area, and said, "I should kill you both where you stand. I have been looking at that envelope for eighteen hours. I wanted to open it so bad; I put it in the vault and locked it. What were you two doing all night, screwing your brains out. That is unfair, Susan, I will get even with you, I will get even you, if it is the last thing I ever do."

She walked over to her cousin, put her arms around his neck, and gave him a big kiss. She said, "Some things are more important than others. Business hours end at 5 o'clock. You called me at 10:30 PM., you were lucky, I answered the phone."

"Fuck you, Susan, this is important stuff."

"Fucking me is his job, and that is more important to me. Go get your dress on; I want my maid of honor to look pretty this morning."

Amanda cracked up when she heard this. She said, "Sergeant would you like to borrow my makeup case?"

"Amanda I could fire you."

She picked up the phone and started dialing a number.

Sergeant asked, "Who are you calling?"

"Joe."

"Forget I said anything; the job is yours for life."

Alan looked at him and smiled. "I see I am not the only chicken shit bastard in this room."

"Have you met Joe yet?"

"No, but I've heard what he looks like."

"You have to see him before you make an opinion. The man is a scary as an Abrams tank."

"No he is not," Amanda said. "My Joe is a pussycat."

Sergeant leaned over and said, "Yes, like a Sabretooth tiger is a house pet."

"Go, into my office, Alan, and read your packet. No one will bother you, while you are in there."

"I am sorry Sergeant, I can't do that. More than likely it is burn after reading material. I will have to do it at home. Keep Susan here, I will be back shortly."

"Holy shits Alan, what the fuck are you up to?"

"I am just doing my bit for God and country Sergeant."

Alan went into Sergeant's office and got the package. He looked at it to make sure it had not been open. When he walked outside into the main area, he said, "Do me a favor Sergeant. While I'm gone, roundup a judge, and find out where we can get a marriage license. I want to get married, before we head back to the ranch. And oh yes, don't forget your dress." As soon as he finished saying this, Alan ran out of the front of the building and ran towards his house.

Sergeant followed him out the door and yelled, "You city folks and your sense of humor. I am going to stuff it down your throat with a hogs' leg."

Susan smiled when he walked back into the building, red-faced and all. "You do get cute when you are angry cousin. When was the last time you got laid?"