When Marsh got within range he radioed the traffic at SBD, and announced his intentions. Within seconds Morgan called him back on the Unicom frequency. "Mitchel Air One" he called. "Mitchel Air Base. Rosie called this afternoon. Seems Marguarita called her and ratted you out. Rosie wants you to stop up at the ranch if you would take the time. I told her you may never be back, but she insisted I better tell you, dead or alive."
Marsh laughed, and heard someone else on the frequency chuckle as well. "I guess I better be going home then, eh?" he commented. Marsh then told SBD traffic he wouldn't be landing at this time after all. His friend at the Ontario Radar Center keyed in and gave Marsh some grief about keeping the home fires lit, as Marsh turned the 407 east and dropped over the hill into his own ranch landing pad.
SBD Unicom was not usually very busy, so pilots and the occasional controller were a little more relaxed about keeping it strictly protocol on the air.
Marsh had a radio at the ranch and Rosie knew he was coming. She was ecstatic that she would be getting to see her big brother. And she had him all to herself. Marsh had an idea what Rosalea wanted, and he actually looked forward to being used and abused. His little sister was a lot like her mother. Maybe a little more energetic, since she was twenty some years younger.
Marsh backed the 407 into his hanger and walked down to the house. Rosie was in the kitchen, and had a strawberry rhubarb pie fresh out of the oven. "Damn, little sister. You sure know how to spoil a big brother, don't you?" He asked.
Rosie turned her face up to Marsh for a warm kiss. "You know I love you brother. Mama said you had a stressful meeting in LA this afternoon, and I might need to help you relax before you flew home. She said she would be happy to help you when you get to the Turner ranch, but I thought you should feel good on your way home. I guess you know I'll feel better if you feel better, right?
Marsh stepped up to Rosie, and wrapped her in a bear hug. "And you know I love you too, Rosie." Marsh smiled as he locked his lips on hers and kissed her warmly. Is the pie going to be my dessert, or are you, baby girl?"
Marsh slipped his hand down inside the robe Rosie was wearing. "The pie is warm," Marsh observed. "But it seems Rosie is HOT. I probably ought to see if I can help my little sister put out her fire first."
Marsh put a clean dish towel over the warm pie, then took Rosie's hand and led her to the bedroom. Rosie untied her robe, sat down on the side of the bed, and started to unbuckle Marsh's belt. Marsh opened the snaps of his shirt with one quick pull on the top. The shirt opened and Marsh tossed the shirt on a chair beside the bed.
Rosie had his Wranglers open, and pushed them and his underwear to the floor. Marsh stepped out of his boots and his pants at the same time. Rosie didn't pay any attention now. She had her lolly-pop in her mouth and was licking the head of it, making it jump in her mouth. She didn't care what he did with his boots or his jeans.
Marsh let Rosie enjoy herself for a few minutes. It's not like he wasn't enjoying what she was doing, as well, but Marsh wanted Rosie to have a really good time. To Marsh, just having sex was not very fulfilling. Sharing his love with someone he truly cared about meant she had to feel his love for her in a serious way.
Marsh reached down and took Rosie's hands and lifted her to her feet. He helped her onto the bed, and knelt between her thighs. Marsh reached his hands up and wrapped her pretty little A-cup breasts in his hands. His thumbs and middle fingers pinched and rolled her dark brown nipples while he flicked the top of them with his index fingers.
He slid his hands down to her inner thighs, and his thumbs lightly brushed up and down the outside of Rosie's delicate flower petals gently. Marsh flattened his tongue, and slipped it up from the bottom to the top of her hot slit.
As Marsh reached the top of Rosie's tight pussy lips, he curled his tongue and worked it around her clit in a circular pattern. Marsh licked across the top of the hard little nob, and Rosie started to moan. Now Marsh pulled her lips apart and pushed his tongue deep into Rosslea's hot wet pussy, then dragged it up to her clit again.
This time Marsh locked his lips around the hard nub and proceeded to whip his longue across it at lightning speed. Rosie's moaning became screams of pleasure, and Rosie had three orgasms in rapid succession.
As she seemed to be winding down, Marsh dipped his right middle finger into her hot tunnel and curled it up to strum her G-spot. Rosie went ballistic. Her pussy muscles spasmed, her back arched off the bed, her legs stiffened, and Rosie screamed in ecstasy.
Marsh gently removed his finger from Rosie's drenched pussy. He released her clit from between his lips, and moved up to kiss Rosie's nipples, then to her lips. Rosie's screams died down as Marsh slipped the head of his throbbing cock up and down her slick slit.
Suddenly Rosalea began to cry. "Marsh, please stop," she wailed. "Please stop big brother."
Marsh took a deep breath and rolled back away from the shaking, distraught girl. "Rosie!" Marsh's concern sounded in his voice. "What's wrong sweetheart? Rosie did I hurt you? What's the matter little sister?" Marsh was cradling Rosie in one arm, and gently stroking her face with his hand. Rosalea just cried.
When she could gather her heaving sobs, Rosie looked at Marsh with a fearful expression that nearly broke Marsh's heart. "Rosie," Marsh whispered. "What's wrong, Sweetie? I'm so sorry baby doll I didn't mean to hurt you."
Rosie buried her face in Marsh's chest, and began to cry again. Marsh pulled Rosalea into a tight hug and let her cry.
When Rosie could finally gather herself to talk, it was between broken sobs at first. "Marsh," Rosie began. "You did nothing wrong, big brother. You did everything right." Her voice got stronger. "You have been wonderful, Marsh. It is me who did you wrong. I took advantage of you and now I feel awful."
"Marshall, I was trying to seduce you so you would make love to me." Rosie paused. And Marsh smiled at her. "You did that very well baby girl. I love you and I was going to make love with you."
Rosie sat up beside Marsh and crossed her legs. "Yes Marsh, You were making love with me, and you were really showing me how much you care for me."
"And...?" Marsh interrupted.
"Marsh, I'm not protected. I wanted you to make a baby with me. I wasn't going to tell you till it was too late. Marsh I know I should have talked to you first, but I wanted to have your baby. But I couldn't keep it going. Marsh, I want you so bad and I was going to try to get pregnant, so I would always have you with me. It was wrong Marsh. I'm so sorry." Rosie started to cry again.
Marsh sat up and wrapped his arms around Rosie again. Rosie sobbed and tears ran down Marsh's chest. Sex was the last thing on his mind, now. Marsh loved Rosie. He had never made love with her before this, but he had certainly been ready, willing, and able. What he would never do was hurt her, if he could help it.
Marsh rocked Rosie in his arms. He stroked Rosie's hair and whispered "I love you Rosie. I love you baby sister."
"I know Marsh. I know you love me and it makes me so mad at myself for doing this to you." Rosie pushed herself back so she could look into Marsh's eyes. And now you are going to be mad and hate me for trying to use you like this."
Marsh held Rosie's shoulders, and looked back into her big brown eyes. "Rosie, I am not mad at you, and I could never hate you. I'm honored that you wanted to have my baby, Rosie. I'm not ready to make a baby with anyone right now sweetheart, but I love you just the same. Rosie, let's get dressed and go have some pie. I still love you, and I'll make love to you any time. If you aren't on birth control, I will wear a condom, or if you go on the pill or shot we won't need condoms. Someday I may be ready to have another child Rosie, and I'm sure you would be a great mother. I'm just not ready now, and I'm glad you stopped me before we went too far. I really do love you little sister."
"Oh Marshall. You are too good to me. I don't deserve such a good big brother." Rosie was beginning to get her composure back.
Marsh took Rosie's hand and led her into the shower. He washed her lovingly and then himself. When they got out, Marsh dried Rosie, and then dried himself while Rosie dried her hair and went to get some clothes. Marsh got his own clothes back on and went out to the kitchen to cut the strawberry- rhubarb pie.
When Rosie walked back out to the kitchen she was wearing a pair of cut off jean shorts and an old western shirt that Marsh recognized as one of his. She had it tied under her braless a-cup breasts. Marsh took a deep breath and hugged Rosie. He slipped his hand under the shirt and pinched one of Rosie's nipples.
"Rosie, I'm a doctor, and I'll be happy to write you a prescription for the pill or get you started on Depo-Provera shots. You are one hot little mama, and I would love to make love with you when it's safe."
Rosie smiled up at Marsh. "You are too good to me big brother. And I love you for it!"
Marsh and Rosie sat down and ate a piece of pie. Marsh called a pharmacist that was also a friend, and ordered a prescription for Rosie. "Sally will give you the shot herself, Rosie. All you have to do is show up at the pharmacy. You'll be safe in about a week after the shot, and I'm gonna rock your world."
"Marsh, you already rocked my world, remember? It's you that got the short straw. Big brother, I love you, more than I can tell you." Rosie's eyes misted up again.
"No, baby sister, you've made it very clear, I love you too." Marsh hugged Rosie again, and kissed her forehead. "I think I better get to the airport, and get back to my job."
Marsh walked slowly back up to the hanger, with his arm around Rosie. "I'll be back as soon as I can, Rosie." Marsh started the 407 and flew down to the airport. Morgan had the Gulfstream turned around and fueled for his return trip. Marsh walked around the shiny jet and preflight inspected the exterior with Morgan. Everything checked out and Marsh climbed the stairs, then pulled them up and closed the door.
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Becca and Joanna moved to the steps and sat watching Tina and her children play. It made Becca feel good to know that she was having a little part in making life a little more endurable for the children and for their mother. She didn't deserve the stress that was being thrust into her life by a few unscrupulous gangsters.
Becca glanced at the happy family playing in the pool intermittently, while carrying on a conversation with Joanna. As they talked about the invitation Joanna had made for Becca to come for dinner, Joanna suddenly thought of a potential complication. Joanna had no idea what Becca's name was. How do you introduce a friend you've invited to dinner if you don't know her name? "This is my friend the lady that beats up gangsters, but I have no idea what her name is."
Becca had used this disguise once before in a European op, and had been a French Heiress named Judy Monet. "You can call me Judy", she told Joanna. She would be the French heiress again for a few hours. The challenge she would face would be to NOT slip into a French accent or worse yet speaking French, one of the five languages she was fluent in.
Long before the children were ready to go home, Joanna consulted with Tina and she rounded up the children and they all got out of the pool and went to the dressing room to change into dry clothes for the drive home.
Becca and Dale went in a few minutes later and changed as well, then they went to the SUV and watched till Joanna and Tina got the kids loaded up and Joanna pulled out of the parking lot. Dale stayed back far enough so that they would not be seen "with" the unmarked squad car. The trip back to the city was uneventful.
Dale stopped the Excursion and they sat in the parking lot at The Hole again till they heard Joanna advise the police team that she was done and had dropped off her package. He drove to the bull-pen and he and Becca unloaded the few things they had taken with them. Becca put her accessory bag in Marsh's truck.
Jimmy was back from the main office, and he and Becca sat down with Dale and Doug to discuss what they had learned. It's called debriefing, and it was a great way to hear your own take on a mission as well as get feedback and opinions as to what went well and what could have been done better. This debriefing took up a little over an hour.
The original plan was for Dale to be Becca's partner all day/night, as long as the op took. Jimmy volunteered to do the evening back-up, so Dale went home after debriefing, and Doug went down to the Morrison estate to have a look around and just be seen by the team out in the woods.
Becca and Jimmy sat in Becca's office and talked about wishing they would hear from Marsh. Jimmy wasn't worried, but Becca didn't know the Martinelli family and the guys that she and Marsh had dealt with were the sort of people that gave her reason for concern. While Becca and Jimmy were talking Becca's phone alerted her to a text message.
"All good with Mama Vicky and Martinelli family. Stopped at ranch and said hi to Rosie. Just getting in the jet for flight home. See ya soon. Love ya! Marsh"
Becca read the message a couple of times silently, and then read it out loud to Jimmy. "He's OK grandpa. And he's on his way home. I had no idea I would be like this. I love Marsh and I worry about him even though I know there's no really good reason to be worried. This being in love stuff is hard, grandpa. See what you've done to me."
Becca typed a reply to Marsh: "Thank you Marsh. I love you too. I'll be at Morrison's place till?? Joanna invited me to dinner. Let me know when you get home."
Becca got up, walked over to where Jimmy was sitting, and plopped herself down in his lap. "I love you Jimmy, and I'm glad you are my grandpa," She said, before she started to lay kisses on his cheeks and forehead.
Jimmy wrapped his arms around her, pulled her into a tight hug, and replied, "I love you too, sweetie. I'm even more glad you came to work for me now that I know I'm your grandpa."
"Grandpa, would you mind if I take one of your old cars tonight. I'm only going across the street, but I'd rather not take one of our surveillance trucks."
Jimmy thought for a minute. "I think the blue and white '57 BelAire convertible has Turner plates on it. Take that, baby doll. If Marsh isn't home in time I'll have Trish drop me off when it gets dark and hang out till you get done. That way you'll have back-up."
Becca gave Jimmy a deep wet kiss on the mouth. "Thank you grandpa, I knew you'd come through for me."
There were quite a number of vehicles around that had "Turner plates". All of them were legally registered... somewhere. Turner Securities had someone make license plates that when "run" by a law enforcement agency would come back to some obscure name and address that probably didn't exist, but would not throw up any red flags either. Jimmy had friends in high and low places. Sometimes the friends in "low" places were every bit as useful as the ones in high places.
Becca went into her dressing room and worked on her make-up/disguise. She had an idea Joanna was going to put it to the test tonight. It wouldn't be good for it to break down. Joanna knew she was a fake, but there were going to be others there that shouldn't find out just yet, who she really was.
Becca put on a robe again, went to Marsh's truck, and headed up to Jimmy's car storage building. She left Marsh's truck in the isle inside the building, and took the old rag top out the back door. All the cars and trucks that had "Turner plates" also had concealed weapons in them. This rag top had a Colt .45 Government model, and a Magnum Research Baby Desert Eagle, in .45 caliber, ACP. Becca liked the Baby Eagle.
Becca drove to the main gate before she took off the robe, put a towel on the seat and drove down the street to the Morrison's estate. She had to stop herself from letting herself in with her own gate code. Nobody at the Morrison estate knew that certain Turner Security personnel had access codes to make entry easier. Jimmy's IT department had hacked the gate software the day it was installed. God forgive the stupid sucker that abused the trust Jimmy put in his people. Jimmy would make their life a living hell.
Becca pushed the call button, and Joanna answered her call quickly. The gate opened and Becca drove through, and then waited for the gate to close. It was just like the ranch across the street, although Joanna had no clue that "Judy" had just crossed the street.
As she drove up the driveway, Becca watched Joanna come out through the front door and wait for her to get up to the house. The greeting was a warm one, and Becca was pleasantly distracted as she put herself into her "Judy Monet" mind set. She saw Joanna looking at the license plate on the '57 and suggested that the cop not bother to memorize it for future reference. It would be misleading.
She and Joanna shared a little bit of security business talk and were just about to go in the house when the lawn care guy, Tony, came out to let them know it was time to eat. The two of them paused in the kitchen to pour drinks, before heading out on the deck where Tony, the priest and a bunch of naked women were waiting.
The padre gave thanks for the food, and everyone enjoyed a really good meal. Becca/Judy didn't take any of the ribs Tony had cooked. Nobody seemed to notice, or just didn't say anything about her eating salads and sides. The food and the company were great.
Dessert was warm apple crisp with ice cream and Father O'Malley started asking questions about the break-in. "Judy" watched Joanna's face and could see her worried look. She (Judy) just told Becca to keep her mouth shut, and there was no problem. It was interesting to hear the story from the perspective of the rest of the people that had been here to experience the events that had taken place.
Becca thought back to what Tina Simpson had said this afternoon; "If you only knew..." What these people didn't know would probably serve to make them really think Joanna was a hero, and wonder just who "Judy" was.
After dessert Judy helped Joanna clear up the leftovers and toss out the paper plates and cups. There was a group decision to all get in the pool and there were a few awkward moments while Father O'Malley figured out that he could be naked with everyone else and not risk losing his reputation. Nobody cared enough to even mention it. Everyone had a great time.
As the group was transitioning from the pool to the spa, Becca heard an airplane in the distance getting closer than usual for this "neighborhood". At first she could tell no one else noticed, but rather soon it couldn't be ignored. About a half mile west of the estate the jet was down to about a hundred feet off the ground. It turned on its side, and literally screamed down the street. After it passed the estate the jet pulled up sharply and turned around, making another pass. This time it was flying right side up and the wings rocked up and down as it raced past the estate. When it got about to the corner of the road that passed the estate the jet stood on the burners, and went vertical. It corkscrewed out of sight and the evening seemed really quiet all of a sudden.
There was some excited chatter in the hot tub. "Judy" turned to Father O'Malley: "A friend of yours, father?" She asked. "I don't think Tony or Joanna have the coin to hire an airshow performance like that."
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