There Must Be A Mistake Ch. 21

"Fuck you Gordon."

He threw himself at her, and his body landed on top of hers.

"If I knew what I was doing, and I knew I wouldn't hurt you, it would be my pleasure to make love with you. I would also need condoms, because it would not be just once. I would do it over, and over again, until I got it right. I want you to be able to orgasm, and scream as you touch the stars."

"God damn you Gordon, I need a pair of panties; the ones I'm wearing just got wet."

"I'm sorry dear. All your panties are packed. You could use a tampon to control yourself and your urges."

They were kissing when the agent walked into the room and yelled at them.

"Stop that right now. You have seven minutes before we leave, and you haven't finished packing. Zoie you come with me. Pack for her Gordon."

"Why is it my fault and not his?"

"I've known you for sixteen years. I've known Gordon for four days. I know who the responsible one is, and who the impulsive one is. Zoie come with me."

"She smiled at Gordon, and whispered, "I nearly did."

"You are a very bad girl."

"Aren't you lucky?"

"I will never complain about it."

A large hand reached over Gordon's shoulder, grabbed Zoie, and pulled her away.

"You have six minutes remaining, pack." He threw Zoie over his shoulder and carried her out of the room. She considered this demeaning and let him know it.

He told her to shut up.

He ran into her closet and grabbed an armful of dresses on their hangers. Again, he folded them in thirds and put them in the second suitcase. There was more room. He went back and grabbed her shoes. Did she ever have shoes? Gordon took four pair of sneakers, a pair of flip-flops, and two pair of dress shoes, threw them into the suitcase, and zipped it closed.

He opened the third suitcase, entered her closet again, and grabbed tops, shorts, and bathing suits (all bikinis), and it was only half-full. He couldn't imagine what was missing. He checked her night table was full of girly stuff, so he threw it into the suitcase. He knew she would hate me for this, but her schoolbooks were put the in the suitcase to fill it up, and close it.

What was I missing? I went back into her closet one more time and did a mental check of everything she would need. Then I realized what I forgot: nightgowns. How stupid could you get? Many were hung up, but others were folded. I decided to take the folded ones first so they wouldn't crease. As I slipped my hands underneath them, I realized they were a little heavy for nightgowns. I moved the fabric aside, and I found Zoie's toys. I took the littlest one and slipped it into my pocket. I carried the others carefully and set them into the suitcase. I carried the nightgowns that were on hangers, folded them neatly, and put them into suitcase number four. There was so much room I added a dressy dresses, and closed the last suitcase just in time.

"Are you finished Gordon, we are ready to go."

"Yes sir, she is all packed."

"Completely packed?"

"Oh shit, I forgot her makeup."

He handed me two plastic bags and pointed towards the bathroom.

Zoie was standing there waiting for him with her makeup on the counter.

"I remember you."

"If you forgotten my makeup, you wouldn't."

"How many times do I have to tell you that your skin is flawless?"

"Don't do that to me. Try to be nasty until we get to Temple."

"You have a zit the size of a half dollar on your neck."

Zoie screamed. "Where, I don't see it."

"You are impossible. You told me to be nasty, and I was. What is the first thing you do, you believe me. What am I supposed to do with you?"

"Don't ever tell me I have zits. I couldn't stand going through that period of my life again."

"Are you two ready to move?"

I grabbed Zoie's arm, and said, "Yes sir, we are ready to go."

"I don't know who trained you Gordon, but they did a good job."

"I'll tell Monty you said so."

He spoke into his microphone, and said, "Okay people, disable elevator number two in between floors. When we reach the lobby, it will be a box in one. Steve move the vehicles into position, we are on our way down."

With their automatic weapons in plain view, the team left the apartment. With six men leading, three men on either side, and six men trailing, Gordon and Zoie were barely visible. They timed the descent of the two elevators exactly. The team did not take Dycke's private elevator; they took the service elevator to the main floor instead.

Every camera inside and outside the building was being monitored, and no unusual movement was noted.

They exited the rear of the building, and got the kids into the armored limousine. It was the same limousine Dycke's uncle sent him twenty years ago. It had been constantly upgraded as time went by. The only part of the car that was not upgraded was the exterior. It was still in pristine condition.

When they arrived at the airport, the jet was already outside the hanger, with one engine running. Zoie knew something was terribly wrong, but when she didn't see her mother's pink jet waiting for her. That's when she became frightened. Was her mother in trouble too? How about her father; was her whole family in trouble? She reached for a cell phone, but Gordon grabbed her hand.

"Not now baby, wait until we get on board. Your four left feet could cause you to fall, if you are talking on the phone."

"I'm worried about my parents."

"If security is protecting us this way, they are protecting your parents better. You will be talking to them in a few minutes."

"How can you be so logical at a time like this?"

"Science is all about logic. That's why your Mister Wilkins didn't stand a chance when we spoke in class. I spoke facts, while he spoke generalities about a classical education. Anyone thinking about a classical education would think about the Arabs, Greeks, Romans, and Persians. They wouldn't be talking about fantasy works, written by a woman who wanted to get laid, during the Victorian era. Women didn't wear panties during those years; they were not invented yet."

"Don't move until we tell you to Gordon."

"Do you want me to take Zoie with me, or let her go in by herself?"

"Usually she goes in by herself, but she seems to be doing better holding on to you. Let's try it your way this time. If it doesn't work, we will go back to the original plan next time."

He grinned at her. "It seems I'm having a beneficial effect on you."

"Don't let it go to your head."

"Which head?"

That joke earned him an elbow in his ribs, but he laughed at her anyway."

The limousine stopped at the base of the aircraft's steps. The security detail took up their positions, and the door opened for Gordon to get out, but he did not move.

They were ready when the agent said, "Go!"

Gordon held Zoie by the arm, pulled her out of the limousine, up the steps and into the safety of the aircraft.

The aircraft started moving as the steps retracted into it. The copilot closed the door, secured it, and activated the slide system. He returned to his seat in time to buckle himself in. The aircraft turned onto the active runway, the pilot increased the aircrafts speed to full power, and the aircraft began climbing like a rocket.

When they passed 5000 feet, the pilot thanked air traffic control for their cooperation, and resumed normal climb and departure procedures. Soon, the aircraft was heading for Austin.

No notation was made about the climb up procedure.

William Silver was advised of the flight from Charleston to Austin, soon after it entered the Air Traffic Control computer system."

His source was very high in the Federal Aviation Administration, and she had no problem getting that information. She faxed him the complete manifest and flight plan for the aircraft.

The pilot and copilot were employees with eight and five years, experience respectively. There was a hostess on board had twelve years in the company, and the two passengers were structural engineers. He had their names, addresses, and complete biographies. They worked on the spacecraft several times in the past, mainly dealing with load factors on the flooring. This time they were going to work on the medical center area of the spacecraft.

All of this was good news; it meant Even Luck's kid was still in play. His sixteen- member team was due to arrive at midnight Thursday morning. Every contingency had been factored in, and he was counting his money already. No one fucked him and got away with it. He would get more than even; he would get revenge. He would find out who stole his money, and wipe him and his entire off the map.

On Wednesday morning at 9 AM P.S.T., Jeffrey ran onto the patio, and did not wait to be recognized. Sir, we've been fucked. They moved up to time for the program. It's today at 4 PM Eastern Standard Time. The kid is not going to be there. He's going to do it by teleconference. He's on his way to Switzerland to get an award from the scientific community. We have to call it off; it's a waste of your money."

William read the article, and calmly handed it to Pierce. Pierce became livid.

"How can you take this so calmly? This was supposed to be such an easy operation. Go in there, snatch the kid, kill a few hundred people, and walk away. Why does this always happen to us?"

"That's why politics is so hard Jim, and you learn to roll with the punches. If there weren't a sandstorm in the desert, when Carter tried to rescue the hostages in Tehran, he would have been the hero, instead of the goat. If those idiots in Watergate remembered to lock the fucking door, Nixon would not have had to resign from the presidency. There are many things that go on in politics, and with politicians that you just have to let roll off your back, and wait until your next opportunity. It will happen. I guarantee it."

"William, I have always been at your side. I will be there whenever you want me to be."

"I know Jim, I have always known it."

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Zoie spoke to her mom. Payne told her they were flying to St. Louis on business, and then up to Milwaukee. They would probably return home from there.

Dycke reassured his daughter that they were fine, and they had plenty of security with them. It was one of the reasons they were sending her and Gordon back to Temple. They did not trust her alone with Gordon in the apartment.

Dycke said, "I trust Gordon completely, and I know he has your best interest at heart. It's you I don't trust."

Zoie yelled, "Daaaad, why is it always me? Security even blames me."

"Baby it took you a lot of years to gain your reputation. It's going to take you many more years to get rid of it."

"I'm beginning not to like you dad."

"I didn't know Delicious was with you."

"I have to spend more time with her. There are times I need phrases that are much more descriptive than that one."

"That one will keep you out of confession longer than any other one will."

"If you have to go to confession for one thing, you might as well go there for another."

"I don't want to know what the one thing is, do you understand me?"

"You have to go to confession; you were the one that gave us permission to sleep in the same bed."

"I said I don't want to know."

"I didn't tell you either. I just hinted."

"Goodbye Zoie."

"Goodbye dad."

As soon as she was off the phone, she crawled into Gordon's lap, put her head on his shoulder and was able to relax enough to fall asleep. Her parents were safe, and that made all the difference in the world to her.

Gordon reached into his pocket, and pulled out Zoie's toy. She had been sleeping for almost 30 minutes, and he couldn't wait any longer to see her reaction to this vibrating wonder.

If he didn't feel the vibrations, he wouldn't know if it was on or off. He could only imagine what they would feel like on her delicate flesh. He hoped she was wearing a pair of those tiny panties she always walked around in when they were alone. If she was, the next few minutes were going to be interesting, very interesting. If she didn't kill him for doing this to her, it would be a miracle.

He moved his right hand under her skirt, and headed for the Promised Land. He watched her eyes carefully for any movement. There was none. His forefinger felt for the silky fabric, and he used it to find the elastic edge. Carefully, he moved the fabric away from her sensitive belly.

Zoie moved her hips, and in a zombie like voice mumbled, "Nasty Boy, Bad Boy." She snuggled against his shoulder, and returned to her dreamlike state.

Gordon moved his hand down as far as he dare into her panties, and released the vibrating wonder below her pubic ridge. He removed his hand and brought it to the outside of her panties. He grabbed the rubbery wonder, and wiggled it across the lips of her vagina, trying to get them to open.

Zoie must have been enjoying her dream, because her thighs opened imperceptibly, but just enough for the little wonder to slip inside

Gordon took hold of her left arm, and waited. It didn't take long.

Zoie's eyes popped open, and her mind cleared. She realized what was happening, and went to grab the offending object. She couldn't move her left arm; it was trapped.

She turned to see what was holding it back, and when she did, the little guy slipped down, and lodged itself on the hood of her clitoris.

Her eyes crossed, and her whole body began to perspire. She sat erect, and it was the wrong thing to do. Then to make it worse, she crossed her legs to try to isolate the sensation. Instead, she intensified it.

There was nothing else for her to do but CUM!

She looked at him with pleading eyes to let her arm go. She didn't want to scream with everyone listening to her in the airplane

Gordon put the meaty part of his hand in front of her mouth.

She looked at him as if he was crazy.

He nodded his head, and said, "Bite."

It was either bite his hand or scream. She didn't want to scream in an airplane at 53,000 feet. She could blow it apart, killing eight other people, plus herself. She bit his hand as she came, hoping she would break one of his bones.

Her mind went blank for a few seconds as pleasure washed over her. Automatically, her body relaxed and she took a deep cleansing breath. When she realized she also released his hand, she was not happy with herself. She looked at him hoping he was in intense pain, but he wasn't. He was staring at her, smiling.

"Are we feeling better now?"

Her eyes were still desperate because of the little toy. It was no longer hung up on the hood of her clitoris. It was trapped on the damn thing itself. It was driving her insane, and it was not doing it in the slow lane.

"Gordon get that thing out of there or I am going to scream."

"Isn't that what your toys are designed to do? " Scream like there's no tomorrow?"

"Yes you idiot, but not in a fucking airplane you asshole. Please take it away from there."

"Are you absolutely sure you want me to move it away from there? I will if you want me to, but your eyes tell me you want to cum again..."

"Gordon please, not in..."

He felt her body go rigid, and her mouth open."

Before any air brushed by her vocal cords, his mouth sealed hers in a kiss. His hand moved under her skirt, grabbed her panties, and ripped them away from her body. He searched for the offending object, and removed it. It had migrated towards the opening of her vagina, and the entire entrance area was saturated with her spending's.

He did not remove his fingers. He played in the little trough, memorizing it by using the braille method. Zoie did not move away from him. She allowed him to play in her private garden, where, one day, he would have the courage, and knowledge to remove the fabric that covered her, as she uncovered him.

She grabbed his shirt and said in a little voice, "I'm going to do it again if you don't stop."

He kissed her nose, "You Earth girls are easy."

She laughed and hit him, as she came on his hand.

He kissed her as she glowed. He whispered, "Messy little thing aren't you?"

He received a swift elbow in his ribs for his latest attempt at a joke.

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They were resting comfortably in each other's arms, when the hostess walked down the aisle. She stopped, turned around, and walked back to the front of the aircraft. She walked back again carrying a can of air freshener.

"Breathe deep and close your eyes."

They followed her instructions; they heard the can of air freshener being discharged.

"Okay, you can breathe again. I take it your parents know you are active?"

"Yes, we are engaged. We are going to be married between September 30^th, and December 24^th of next year. Our folks will pick the date. Mrs. Schneider wants a Christmas wedding. I want a wedding closer to October 1. I'm sure she's going to win, women always do. Isn't that right Zoie?"

"No, it just seems that way."

The hostess said, "Get into your seat Zoie, we are getting ready to land."

"Okay."

She bit his ear. "You owe me an expensive pair of panties."

"If I didn't do it that way, by now your little friend would be visiting your ovaries."

"What a disappointment that would have been for you. A tiny 'Rabbit' would have taken my virginity, instead of your big DICK."

"You mean you are a virgin?"

As his father before him, Gordon had a lot to learn about women. Among them was when to Duck, When to Protect Your Head, and How Quickly to Do It, when a woman is very angry.

Zoie caught him flush on the jaw with a roundhouse right hand. He was swollen, and black and blue for the twelve days.

She was mad at him, even though she laughed every time he walked in from work looking like a chipmunk. To remind him how angry she was at his joke, she wouldn't let him touch her, while they were in bed together.

His mother and sister would not let him live it down. They were impossible. They must have taken 100's pictures of him during that time.

His only source of consolation was his dad.

"Son did you have to become exactly like me? I thought I was the only one that stupid around women. You can't say anything off-the-cuff to them. Think faster, listen to what you are about to say, see how they might react to it, then say it, or reject it. It will only take you an extra second to do it, but you will not have to go to the dentist in the morning."

"But dad, Zoie, and I are virgins; it was only a joke."

"Put your hand on the left side of your face, and tell me she took it as a joke."

"I can't, it hurts too much."

"You want to get a laugh out of her?"

"I would love to see her smile at me again."

"Call Rod, have him come over and file a lawsuit against her for cruel and unusual punishment."

"Are you crazy? I'll never get laid, or married."

"If you keep talking to her like that, when you're married you'll never get laid."

"Very funny dad, even when you're sick you are very funny. Does she speak to you during the day when you're up and around?"

"Oh yes, she's a very bright girl. She's doing her schoolwork and when she has a problem, who's ever closest to her gives her a hand. We've signed her up for South Carolina's virtual school program to finish this year. We will see what happens for next year. She follows directions very easily."

"Why don't I find comfort in those words, when they come out of your mouth? I always have the feeling you're up to something, but normally it involves my mother. Now my fiancé is in this house, and I have a very troubling feeling about it."

"What could I possibly do to influence your fiancé?"

"May I quote you?"

"Of course you can."