Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 18

He uncovers the hole to that machine, open the hole to a different machine, and transfer the clothes into it. Closing that hole, he pushes another button, return to his seat, finishes the New York Times crossword puzzle, while waiting for the bell on that machine to ring and inform you that your clothes are now dry. You fold all the clothes into neat little piles and put them in their appropriate cubicles.

Here you are, at 9:30 PM, and you are holding this tiny scrap of material against your nose. Even though it has gone through all of the above processes, "SHE" is still in there; in this tiny piece of material. You breathe in again and again, turn and look at her sleeping in your bed, and know as you hold that fabric to your nose 'SHE' is the one that belongs there.'

He folded the panties into a tiny triangle, put them inside a cup of her bra, and put them with the rest of her clothes.

He showers, brushes his teeth, and shaves; just in case he gets lucky in the morning. He goes to bed, with her, even though it is very early. There was no place on this earth he would rather be. He is content.

Callie felt him climb into their bed, and rolled over to be near him. They settled down in the center of the bed, with her head on his chest, and his arm on her back and hip. Neither of them moved until 4:30 AM, when the alarm went off for Callie to get up for work.

Her head popped up and she said "I have to do something about that alarm Harold. It's unfair to wake you up at this hour of the morning."

"Actually, babe, it's perfect. The new slave driver I am going into business with likes to run at this hour of the morning. While you are taking your shower and getting dressed, I'll make breakfast for us, and when you leave, I'll get on the treadmill."

"That's right Harold; you have promises to keep to me, and other people. Some of them are delicious."

"Remember dear, you ran out of gas, before I got laid last night."

"The space shuttle launch vehicle would have run out of gas yesterday, before you would have gotten laid. I never knew what hit me; I was blindfolded."

"People have made love in the dark for eons, dear. Don't put the blame for your lack of physical preparedness, on blindfolds."

"Come on, Harold, give me a break."

"I did give you a break; I let you go to sleep early last night."

"Damn you, Harold, throwing me 'a guilt trip' at 4:30 in the morning."

"I am doing nothing of the kind. I have a towel, and all your clothes placed neatly on the bathroom chair, for you to slip into. I am offering to make you breakfast, so you don't have to rush. I am going to change my own schedule, to do my running, when you leave for work. I am also buying a set of weights, to increase my overall strength. What more can I do to show you that I love you, Callie?"

"Fuck you Harold; get into bed, but this is going to be a quickie."

"I don't want you to do anything that is going to upset you. If your heart is not going to be in it, just take your shower and get dressed."

"Harold, you have one second to get into that bed, before I break your neck and screw you on the way to the hospital."

"Okay, if you're going to put the threat of physical violence into it, I'll keep my end up."

"Your end is already up. You love this little conversation of ours. You love tormenting me. You probably stayed up all night thinking of every word you said to me. Did you do it on your computer, or did you write it out using pen and paper."

"I don't have time to tell you. I was ordered into bed."

"When I talk to Payne today, I'm going to have her give Dycke a message for me; a very painful message from me."

"Dear, it's 4:35 A.M.; are you sure you want to continue talking, or is this quickie becoming a very quickie?"

"I probably won't come at all, after what you did to me yesterday. All I have to do is satisfy you, which shouldn't take that long. I will be out of here and at work early."

"Yesterday, you used the word 'Dribble.' Today it is a whole sentence. "I probably won't come at all." Call the hospital, tell them you going to be late; you're suffering from multiple orgasms."

"Don't do this to me, Harold. It's my first day back from vacation. I can't be late today. It's not fair to the other girls."

"I will give the girls that are late getting home, $1000 each. However, this is too good to be true. "I probably won't come at all."

Callie ran into the bathroom and locked the door. Harold, stay away from me. I apologize, I didn't mean it. You can tie me up for the three days I am home, but I can't be late today. Please Harold, forgive me."

"Okay Callie, you are forgiven, but don't do that again, or I am going to buy the same paddles that Dycke and Payne use."

Callie opened the door, and stuck her head out. "They use paddles?"

"Take your shower and get dressed. I'll make breakfast. When you speak to Payne, ask her about them. You are going to love being her neighbor."

"She looks as innocent as the day is long, but she is wild thing isn't she?"

"You have no idea Callie, you have absolutely no idea. However, if you want to work in any of the hospitals, in South Carolina while we are there, I would start checking on their regulations. Take whatever courses and certifications you need, so there is no downtime for you. I would like to move there, but that is a decision for both of us, not just me. It is not a requirement for my business. We have years to make that decision, and I am not selling this house, one-way or the other. Stop walking around naked, and take your shower please."

Callie smiled at him, and said, "Yes dear." She kissed him, grabbed ahold of his dick, and squeezed.

"Bitch!"

"Poor Harold; all swollen up with no place to go." She slid down his body, licked the crown of his penis, and slipped it into her mouth.

Harold pulled her head off of him and said, "No Callie, I want all of you, or none of you."

She looked up at him and frowned. "Oh hell, I guess I'm going to be late for work today."

*****

Later that day, Harold got a call from Majestic Printing in Sedona. They had made a printing error, on the wedding invitations, and were calling to apologize. It would take them at least another two weeks to reset and reprint another complete set of 250 wedding invitations. Instead of putting the same wedding date on every invitation, their computer made it the next numerical date. No one at their company picked it up, until the run was completed and the last person on their list was going to be invited to be at their wedding on October 250. That is when the alarm was sounded. There was no way to save the current set, new plates would have to be made, and because of the inconvenience it would be no charge.

Harold yelled, "Inconvenience, hell! I have to find out if the church is available, the restaurant, the limousines, the flowers, and everything else. You had better prepare yourself to be sued, if I lose one penny in my deposits."

The manager at Majestic Printing was nonplussed. He said, "Mister Chase, we carry insurance to make sure we are covered for just such an occasion."

Harold hung up, and decided to make phone calls to everyone but Callie. He wanted all her patients to live throughout the day. He started with the church and it was available. Next was the Hyatt Pinon Pointe Resort and it was available. The florists, limousines, wedding cake, dresses, Harold stopped, and yelled, "The dresses, I have to call Payne."

A voice answered that he did not recognize and he asked to speak to either Mr. or Mrs. Schneider.

The women answered, "I'm sorry they are both at work, sir."

Harold called Dycke at work and when he answered, he asked, "What is Payne doing at work with you?"

"Who said she was at work with me, Harold? She is flying one of our clients to Rio."

"I must have misunderstood Dycke. The woman who answered your phone said she was working."

"She is working Harold; she is flying the airplane."

"I'm sorry Dycke; I keep forgetting she can do that."

"What can I do for you, Harold?"

"Can you call Paris and tell. Suzette, that the wedding has been pushed back to October 30 from October 16?"

"I'm glad you called Harold, because right now I want to stick my hand through the air and grab you by the throat. I have a wedding on October 16, in New York. You never gave me the date of your wedding, you just said it was five or six weeks away, and I have been so busy; I never gave it a second thought."

"You would miss my wedding for someone else's?"

"It would be a smart place to be, if I can get you and Callie invitations. There are going to be a lot of political heavyweights there. A good friend of mine, Jim Green, is going to be there and wants to introduce me to the Attorney General, Clark Atwater. He told me to hook my wagon to his belt, because he is going to be the next President of the United States. It's nice to get in on the ground floor Harold. He has name recognition, but no substantial base around the country. He does have one thing going for him; and that means a lot. "Money" he has quite a few high rollers that are for him, because he is a moderate in the truest sense of the word. Are you interested, Harold?

"Dycke, you never told me who's getting married?"

"Patricia-Laura-Garrett-Parent-Zabo to Stephano Bartolommeo Valentino

"Patricia parent is not dead?"

"Apparently not Harold; if she's getting married."

"Get me an invitation that wedding. I don't care how much you have to pay or who you have to bribe, I want to be at that wedding. I want to see her, again. I want to talk to that woman. She is the smartest programmer on this planet. I met her once at Amherst, I doubt if she will remember me. If we could form a corporation with her, Dycke, the things we could do, would be unimaginable."

I will call Jim Green, and try to get you an invitation to the wedding, but be prepared to part with some serious money."

"I don't care how much he wants; get me an invitation to that wedding."

I will call you back, Harold. I have to call Paris and Jim; give me an hour."

"I will be here, my friend."

******

Instead of sitting by the phone and doing nothing Harold decided to call Payne, instead.

Payne picked up her cell phone and said, "Hello!"

Harold said in a testy voice, "Does altitude sickness addle your brain? How could you schedule another wedding on the day of my wedding?"

"Holy shit Harold, did I do that?"

"According to your husband, you did. I don't know how you plan on being in New York for one wedding, and in Arizona for another one. I am absolutely, pissed at you, Payne. I was going to surprise Dycke, when he got here and tell him he was going to be my best man. You killed that surprise, also."

"Harold, what wedding do we have in New York that weekend?"

"Dycke said it was a very important one. It was set up by a friend of his, Jim Green."

"Oh God, Harold, I remember now. I didn't have to get a gown for that wedding, because it is being held out of doors. There are going to be a great many political bigwigs there, plus quite a few deep pockets."

"I begged Dycke to get me an invitation. I want to meet the bride. She may be the smartest and best programmer in the world."

"Who are you talking about, Patricia Parent?"

"Please tell me you know her."

"I don't know her well, but I have a lot of friends that know her very well."

"Payne, have I told you how much I love you lately?"

"No, you haven't Harold, as a matter of fact you were yelling at me a little while ago."

"Payne, you are the most wonderful person on this planet, with the exception of Patricia- Laura-Garrett-Parent.

"She uses her father's last name, now, also, Harold. Add Zabo to the list you just rattled off."

"Patricia-Laura-Garrett- Parent-Zabo is marrying Stephano Bartolommeo Valentino. I feel bad for the children already."

"If you start getting nasty Harold, I won't introduce you to her."

"I will grovel at her feet to get five minutes of her time, Payne."

"She must be really good Harold. Do you want to get into bed with her, also?"

"Payne, all I want to do is talk to Patricia about programming and about opening a business with her. With Dycke's business sense, Patricia, and I doing the programming, we could be writing programs that could rewrite the way computers think in the matter of one or two years. We could make Microsoft, Apple, and every other computer think tank obsolete in five years, and put the United States so far ahead of the rest of the world in computer technology, everyone will be coming here to buy, instead of going to the Far East to purchase technology."

"Our unemployment rate would go down exponentially, Howard, and that would be great for our economy."

"A lot of our workers would have to be retrained, but it would also mean higher salaries in different career fields. It would be fantastic."

"Howard, I forgot to tell you; do you know who knows Patricia very well?"

"Are you going to leave me hanging, or are you going to tell me?"

"No, I'm not going to tell you, because that would spoil the surprise. I will give you one hint."

"Go ahead; I am waiting with bated breath."

"You better write this down because you may forget it, and you may have to refer to it later."

"Go ahead, Payne, you are becoming a pain in my ass."

"I'm sorry, Harold. I can't tell you now I have to start my descent into Rio."

"Payne, I am going to kill you."

"Okay, Harold. I'll give you one hint, and only one hint, but I do have to start my descent so, write this down quickly. Are you ready?"

"Yes, I am ready, go ahead."

Payne screamed into her headset: "SHE LIVES WITH YOU!"

"What did you say, Payne? Say that again please."

Harold waited for a reply, but there was none.

"Payne, say that again please."

He said again and again. He received no reply.

He screamed, "I am going to kill that woman, with my bare hands."

Then he became rational. He grabbed his keys, wallet, and jacket, and flew out the front door, got into the car, and raced towards the hospital. 8 miles from his house, he received his first speeding ticket. He tried to explain to the officer that he was on his way to see a nurse in the hospital; it didn't work. He got his second ticket when he went through a stop sign 89A into the hospital parking lot. He tried the same excuse there, with the same result. He did not mind the tickets; he just wished the police officers could write faster.

When he got into the hospital lobby, he did not wait for the elevator. He ran up three flights of stairs to the telemetry floor to look for Callie. He nearly knocked her over as he exited the stairway.

She looked at him, because he had a wild-eyed stare, and asked him "What is wrong?"

He replied, "Everything; can you get someone to cover for you for 10 minutes. I need your undivided attention."

Callie ran to the charge nurse, and asked her to cover for her a few minutes. Something was wrong with Harold. She had never seen him like this. Whatever it was, it had to be taken care of now.

Her boss waved her away, and told her to take care of her business, and not to come back, until everything had been resolved."

Callie grabbed Harold. She took him into a room, which was not occupied. She closed the door; and asked him, "Harold, what is wrong?"

"Callie, sit down, and I will tell you everything that happened, in the order it happened, and how I corrected it."

The first item he mentioned was the screw- up on the invitations, and she screamed, "NO!"

All the nurses standing at their station heard her scream, and wondered what had happened.

"Listen to me, Callie; I have taken care of everything. You have got to listen to me, and not scream, or I will leave."

Callie nodded her head.

Harold continued telling her everything that taken place. He continued, "Instead of getting married on 16 October, they were getting married on 30 October. The church is confirmed; the resort is confirmed, the flowers, candy, and everything that had been set up for the 16th, is now set up for the 30th. Nothing was left out, no stone was left unturned. The dresses will be here on time, and as luck would have it, this is the best thing that could ever have happened to us, because we had never given Dycke and Payne the date of our wedding. They had already committed to another wedding on 16 October, and that wedding was more important than ours. It is a political wedding, with a lot of very important people, some of whom we have to meet. I am attempting to get us an invitation to it now. Please tell me you remember the bride: 'Patricia Garrett.'

She knew the name immediately, but put a frown on her face and said, "Who?"

"Patricia-Laura-Garrett-Parent-Zabo."

"WHO?"

"I am going to kill Payne."

"WHY?"

"Payne said you knew Patricia very well."

"Okay!"

"Okay, what Callie? Do you know her okay, or do you not know her?"

Callie got up from her chair, and kissed him. "Harold, you are magnificent, and that's why I love you so much. You took a horrible situation, and before you came to me, you had it all straightened out. What more could any bride want. Yes I know Patricia very well. She was at the hospital, when Susan had her baby. She was at the hospital, with Stephano, the day he left her. We went out together that evening to get hammered, and unfortunately neither of us did. I left with another man, and she went home with three men. I was not with you at the time. She was going through a tough time, and she wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear. She will remember me, because we went out with "The Four Kissing Amigo's. The next morning, I heard that a military jet took her to Washington, and that was the last time I saw or heard from her. I have her phone number. I will call her and ask if we can come to her wedding."

Harold picked her up, kissed her, and threw her on to the empty bed, which made her scream. He grabbed her slacks and panties by their elastic waistbands; and pulled them, and her panties down to her knees.

She screamed, "Harold, I can't do this at work!"

She was about to scream again, when Harold's hand covered her mouth. "Be Quiet!"

He removed his hand to see if she obeyed, and she did. He pushed her knees up to her head, as his head dropped down and devoured her pussy. He attacked her ferociously with his tongue, teeth, and lips. No part of her sex was left untreated by his attack.

Callie was biting the meatiest part of her hand, but she was suffering from the pain. She reached out, grabbed a pillow, and stuffed it over her face. As soon as it was in position, she screamed in ecstasy, as her juices pulsed out all over him. Squirt after squirt, deluge after deluge hit him in the neck, chin, and face. It did not stop. It continued to pulse for nearly a moment. Harold laughed, and said loud enough for her to hear, "I probably won't come at all."

She replied, "This is one game; I don't mind being wrong at."

Harold said, "Callie, my love, you are wrong in all our games. I am going to fuck you in the ass and prove it."

He kept her legs folded, flipped her over, keeping her in perfect position for a rectal reaming.

Callie started begging, "Harold, please not at work. You know I can't control my screaming when you do that to me. Please, Harold, not at work; wait until we get at home. You can bend me over the couch, or over the kitchen table. Please, not at work, Harold!"

She kept begging as he lined up at the tiny star, and just as she felt him start to push. He slipped down and pushed hard into her pussy. She screamed in joy, as the door to their room was opened, her supervisor walked in, while perusing some papers, and as she lifted her head she asked, "How much... oh fuck..."

She turned around and left the room, blushing. She returned to the nurses' station and said, "It would seem that Harold and Callie had worked out their problems. They are letting off a little steam. Callie is going to need new uniform, and check her locker to see if she has a change of under garments. Get Harold a lab coat. He cannot walk around the hospital, the way he is."