Dark as Daylight Ch. 23

"Did you just say, "Never!"

"I did, and you said you would be a good person for the remainder of your life. I believe we have a deal."

"I believe I just fucked myself."

"I know I just got the better of this deal, if that's what you mean. Shall I wash you?"

"Be very gentle or I will kill you."

"Baby, I am about to touch areas of your body I have never touched before. I am going to touch them with reverence. I am not going to hurt you. I am going to touch you with love and kindness."

"One day I will remember that you never run out of the correct words to say in any situation."

As usual, Richard started with her feet, and worked his way up one leg at a time. However, this time he said to her, "You should hold on to the water handles, because the bottoms of your feet may be slippery."

She did as he asked, and as he finished her right thigh, his right hand went to an area it had never touched before. It entered her mons, slid between her labia and moved up to touch Rebecca's clitoris.

This time when she screamed it was for an entirely different reason. She was the only one to enter that area of her body before, but this touch, Richard's touch, was much more intimate. It made her knees collapse, her vagina flood, and her brain shut down. She started to slide to the floor, and he was there to catch her before she hurt herself.

When her eyes fluttered open, she was sitting on his lap. He was smiling down at her, and his fingers were playing in her honey box.

She frowned. "I said no fooling around."

"Trust me, I was not fooling around. I had a target in mind. I zeroed in on it, and when I was in range, I attacked it. From your response, I believe I was successful. You are a very excitable young woman, and I can't wait for us to be together completely."

"Would you please tell me why you won't make love to me now, if that's the way you feel?"

"I told you about my feelings earlier. I wish I didn't feel so strongly about it, but I do. It's not because I'm Catholic, because I am not very religious. It's because of my parents and my love for them. It's also because of the love I have for Mr. and Mrs. Laver, who raised me from when I was a child. Mrs. Laver is Catholic, and she instilled in me what is right and what is wrong. I believe it is right for us to wait until Friday to consummate our marriage.

I walk around with an erection at work, all day long, because of you. It drives me to distraction, and sometimes it affects my work. After we are married, that will no longer be a problem.

Holden laughs at me, when he sees me adjust my slacks to conceal it. Thank goodness, I sit most of the time at my computer station working out problems that seem unsolvable.

My dad used to say, "The unsolvable problems of today, are the problems we solved yesterday, but don't realize it until tomorrow."

He was such a brilliant man, but Gordon used to drive him up a wall with questions no one knew the answer to, not even him.

Dad always said he was just an Engineer, and Gordon, Delicious, and Gray were the scientists in the family. He was one heck of an engineer."

"Hold me tight please, I'm about to cum again, because of you."

She turned her body towards him, as he held her tightly against his chest with his right arm. The 2 fingers of his left hand that were stimulating her clitoris pressed harder, and moved faster, in an attempt to bring her to climax sooner. Her hips raised off his legs, her body tensed, and she screamed against his chest as her body exploded. As she came down from her high, she became a rag doll in his hands. He reached up for the soap and began washing her thighs and vagina.

"No more, I'm too sensitive, no more, please."

"I'm not playing with you, Becky, I'm just washing you."

"I hope your fingers are having a good time in there. I'll cut them off later."

"Wouldn't that be like cutting off your nose to spite your face, dear?"

"I hate you Richard, I really do."

"Lunch; you are hungry. If you don't stand up, I'm going to stick my fist up your ass and give you your 1^st rectal exam, free of charge."

"I hope you enjoy it, because it will be the 2^nd to last thing you ever do."

"I have to ask this. What will be the 1^st thing?"

"You will watch me rip your arm out of its socket and beat you over the head with it."

"I knew it would be something evil. However, you would be breaking your oath to me, and I know you would never do that, would you?"

"A 'Good Person' can still defend herself from an evildoer, and that is exactly what you would be."

"I would have to go to court and get a ruling on that decision."

"That would be fine with me, as long as it is after-the-fact, and you are beaten and bloodied."

"Why aren't you standing?"

"Look at your arm, Richard. You are holding me against your chest, and I cannot move."

"Can I help it if I like the feel of naked breasts against my chest."

"You will have them there for a lifetime, whether it be 1 day or 70 years, depending on your attitude towards me."

"Why only 70 years? We are only 18 years old. With the proper care and feeding of our bodies, and running around the universe, in my spaceship, we should reach the Centennial mark easily."

"It all depends if Einstein is right. Einstein postulated, that as we travel in space, we will 'youthen' instead of age. We could live for hundreds of years, without going through the aging process. You will only begin to age, when you return to your home planet."

"I'm impressed, Rebecca, you did stay awake in some of your science classes."

"I was so smart, I nearly taught those science classes, asshole. Get dressed, or I'm leaving without you."

"At least I am putting underwear on."

"Someone manhandled me, and if I put underwear on, I would be extremely uncomfortable. It would cause me such pain that I might be forced to go back on my pledge to be a good person, and beat the crap out of him with the nearest solid object within my reach."

"Did your grandmother say what increments we are supposed to use when we deduct points from 100. Does it go down by 1's or does it go down by 10's."

"Think about getting laid sometime within the next century, Richard, and then make your choice. I know where you are going to be every day before liftoff. After that I will know your schedule down to the second. I will have no trouble finding a paramour, either on the ground or in space. Of course, being married, everyone will think the babies are yours. However, I will know otherwise."

"That's mean, Rebecca."

"Do you think keeping me from playing the Augusta National Golf Courses is a nice thing to do?"

"I'll buy it for you if you want. I'll make you and your family the only members."

"How the hell am I supposed to bring it with me?"

"Well, it is only grass. I can have an aircraft fly over it and use LIDAR (Light Detection and Ranging) to take measurements of it down to 1/32nd of an inch. With time, appropriate equipment, and manpower, I can build you that golf course anywhere."

"Can you put that equipment on the Good Luck 2?"

"I'll have to run it through the computer to make sure it won't have an affect on the magnetic engines, but assuming they don't, all it will take is time."

"How about someone who knows how to build a golf course?"

"How about I put the instructions into the computer and have it advise us on the proper way to build a golf course. I think that will do nicely."

"Richard, I hate that you have an answer for everything. Can I get something to eat now?"

"Come with me, I'll buy you a hot dog."

"If you do, by an extra one to bring back with you. You can use it to simulate the one I'm going to bite off."

"That is minus 2. Nine more points and you stay here with Mrs. Constantine. That should be fun, don't you think?"

"I will tell her that you call her husband Joe, behind her back. There will not be enough left of you to bury."

"What happened to that 'good person' pledge?"

"I told you to feed me 30 minutes ago. You know what happens when I'm hungry, I turned into my grandfather."

"You are getting too weird, Rebecca."

He opened the door to their room, and their guards applauded.

Rebecca asked, "What's the ovation for?"

Tina said, "You are both walking under your own power. There are no visible wounds. And there is no blood anywhere to be found. The 4 of us lost. We each get to keep our money, because we knew, for certain, one or both of you would come out injured in some way."

"Thank God you can't see my ass. It is bright red and I am not wearing panties because of it."

"If we can't see it, it doesn't count. Where are we going?"

Richard replied, "It is lady's choice. She is hungry."

"Where to Rebecca?"

"Anywhere my grandfather isn't, because he will have eaten everything good that was there."

"May I make a suggestion, darling?"

"You better not say hotdogs."

"Ladies and gentlemen, let's go to the Peninsula Grill."

"Sir, you will need a jacket, and the lady will need a skirt."

Richard turned, opened the door, and let Rebecca in first.

"Where the hell are you taking me?"

"I am taking you to a restaurant that has cloth tablecloths, excellent food, and great ambience. I can guarantee you that your grandfather has not been there."

"Holy crap, it's expensive."

"Yes, it is, and I am very wealthy, or haven't you been advised of that fact."

"You are still a pain in the ass, Richard."

"If you keep saying that to me, I guarantee you, I'm going to be a pain in yours. You better do a lot of studying, online, to see how it's done, so at least you're prepared for it."

"I think I'm going to go to bed with a sharp knife under my pillow every night. If you approach my ass, I am going to cut that thing of yours off."

"Haven't you read the brochure yet?"

"No, I haven't. I still have 3 weeks before liftoff, and I wanted everything fresh in my mind."

"Well let me tell you one thing about our eating utensils. They are called, 'Sporks'. They are a combination of a spoon and a fork. Nothing we eat, on our trip into space, will require the use of a knife. All of our plates are very thin plastic, or paper. All of our bowls are the same. Your food choices are very limited, and as my father told us in the message he sent back from space, everyone will lose weight exponentially.

The entire crew of the Good Luck 1 returned to their senior high school weight by the time they were in space 1 year. Everyone's physicals showed an increase in muscle mass, a decrease in blood pressure, and bad cholesterol, an increase in good cholesterol, and an increase in libido in both sexes. By the end of the 1^st year, 13 babies were delivered. All were healthy, 8 were girls and 5 were boys. I won't bother telling you the rest of the story, because it's in your pamphlet. You should read it."

"I will, I promise. Can we leave now?"

"That is a very pretty dress."

"I'm going out with a very handsome man."

"Liar. You're only saying that because I'm rich."

"Richard, I never asked you about your wealth, because I am very wealthy also. I am nowhere near as wealthy as you, but I will never be on food stamps, and my sister and I can live very happily on what we have for the next 500 years. If I tell you that you are handsome it's because you are, in my eyes."

"My mom said I looked like my dad. My dad always reminded me of a scarecrow. He was always thin and then he got sick with pancreatic cancer, which made him even thinner. He never regained the weight he lost, but at least he lived to see his dream come true and to help the rest of us follow in his footsteps. Lunch, my dear, we have to travel into town."

He opened the door and ushered her out. He asked Tina to please call the Peninsula Grill and make a reservation for 6 by a wall in the rear of the restaurant. It will make it easier for you to protect us, and we can all eat together as friends, rather than targets of opportunity."

"Joe will kill us if we do that."

"Mr. Constantine won't know about it, unless you tell him. Also, he can't fire you, unless I let him. Are we okay now?"

"Okay, but if he finds out about this, I'm going to put you on the mats with Laura, and watch her take you apart at the seams."

Rebecca said menacingly, "Laura is pregnant, and her exercise periods are only for Mr. Constantine. I will go on the mats with Richard, and I will take him apart. I owe him one, and he will receive it in spades."

Richard replied, while smiling at her face, "Dreamer."

She wound up to hit him, but her arm was grabbed from behind.

Lewis said, "Little miss, we are in a public hallway, and I cannot allow you to lose points toward your trip to Augusta, where everyone can see it, and report it to your grandmother. It would be a shame for you to be locked in your room, here in Charleston and Richard be caddying for your grandfather, on the Old Course, in Augusta. You might revert to your sister's attitude, and jump out the window of your room, just to get even with him. Do you think that would make any sense, Miss Rebecca?"

"Lewis, why is everybody turning out to be smarter than I am. I have a PhD from University of Chicago, which is a very prestigious college, and I find each and every one of you to be smarter than I am."

"We are only seem smarter than you are, because we are older and more worldly than you are. We have been through wars, where people would rather kill you than eat food. That's how we learned how to survive. That's how we learned how to protect our assets. That's why you pay us such ungodly amounts of money to stick around you every day. When we say jump, you jump. We don't particularly like our jobs, because any moment we might have to protect you with the use of deadly force. That means other people are trying to kill us, also. The old saying '99% boredom, 1% terror', is the way we live our lives. That's why we save our money and try to retire from this profession as early as possible. You won't see many of us working past our 50^th birthday, because we begin to slow down by just a hair, and that hair will get us killed. Let's get into the cars and get going."

"After that speech, Lewis, I am not the one that's going to argue with you."

They got into the 2 armored cars and proceeded into downtown Charleston, at a high rate of speed. 2 marked police radar cars saw them, and noted their license plate numbers. Instead of chasing them, they called ahead to advise their compatriots that two cars belonging to the Good Luck team were heading into the downtown area, and to keep an eye out for anyone trying to intercept them.

Their call was acknowledged several times.

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Patrick and William Junior stood outside the nurses' station talking about their mother. So far, all her tests had come out as expected, but the big ones, the CAT scan, the MRI, and the PET scan, were still to come.

Regardless of the rules of the hospital, they couldn't pry William Senior away from his wife. When the hospital administrator threatened to sue him William Senior said, "I will buy this fucking hospital, and tear it down before I move away from my Jemma."

The administrator, Philip Courtenay, thought he would call William's bluff by giving him a sale price for the entire hospital, its extensions around the city, and the land they sat on.

"Mr. Zabo, you have a deal. You can buy this Medical Center and everything associated with it for $3.75 billion within 30 days."

William stuck out his hand and waited for Courtenay to accept it. He didn't.

"Sir, I accept your offer. Have your attorneys contact my attorneys with a contract explaining everything NYU owns. I want 30 days after that contract arrives at my attorney's offices so they can go over every word. $3.75 billion is no money to me. I can have my son bring my checkbook here today and sign it over to you, but that would be illegal, because you don't own this hospital, the Board of Directors does. Just in case you didn't notice, I sit on the board, when necessary. Don't you ever try to pull a stunt like that on me, because you will be walking the streets for the rest of your life. You will never have a job, other than at a fast food restaurant, and you will always wash your clothes at a laundromat. You better call a meeting of the board of directors, immediately, to get approval for the sale of this hospital. It will not go through, and I will sue you, personally, for attempting it."

Courtenay replied, "I will make sure you can stay with your wife as long as it is safe for you, Mr. Zabo. I will have a nurse escort you around the hospital, until you are ready to leave."

"Do you see how easy that was Courtenay. If you hadn't acted like an ass, you wouldn't be millions of dollars poor than you were before you ticked me off."

"My lawyer will be expecting your lawyer any time, Mr. Zabo."

"You can bet your ass on it."

"Felicia, write a note, and leave it on the desk. You are officially assigned to Mr. William Zabo Senior, as his escort, for the rest of his stay in the hospital. If it looks like it's going to go past your normal hours, and you wish to stay for overtime, it is approved. If you want someone to relieve you, call me and I will take care of it personally."

"Yes Mr. Courtenay, I will put it in the computer for record-keeping, print it out, and leave it on the desk for everyone to see."

"Very good, you may start as soon as you're finished."

As Felicia approached William, she saw the look on his face that disturbed her.

"Mr. Zabo shall I get a wheelchair for you to rest in, while your wife is being tested in x-ray."

"Yes, that would be very nice. Why didn't anyone else think of it?"

"Sir, without trying to step out of normal behavior, if you were a stranger, and saw the look on your face, you would duck your head, keep quiet, and take a wide berth of you to remain safe."

"What do they think a 98-year old man could do to them?"

"I'm not sure, but it could be deadly to many. I'll get the wheelchair and be right back."

"Hurry, my legs hurt."

"Yes sir."

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The radiologist came out before Jemma did. He looked at William with surprise in his eyes.

"Sir, it will take more testing to be sure, but everything I looked at shows that the disease is gone. Your wife's heart is doing very well because of it. She may still require a heart transplant, but that is not my area of expertise. What I saw was a heart muscle attempting to repair itself. I have never seen anything like it before. I will get these x-rays to her cardiologist immediately. Your wife, as far as I am concerned, is a medical miracle."

"Doctor Bulgari, I don't want you to send your x-rays to her cardiologist. I want you to hand carry them to him. I want you to tell him exactly what you told me, and show him on the x-rays exactly what you saw, and why you think she is healing the way she is. Don't cover up anything, tell him exactly what you see, and any problems that could arise."

"Mr. Zabo, I am always the bearer of bad news to my associates here in the hospital. They meet me in the hallways, and know trouble is coming. This time it will be my pleasure to speak to Doctor Braverman, and tell him exactly what is going on inside your wife."

"Move quickly, Doctor, I want to be with my wife."