Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 14

"You wouldn't dare spank me, Stephano. I will tell my father, and he will break your hands, before he cuts them off."

Stephano put the ring on Patty's nightstand, stood up, and removed his jacket.

Patricia did not like the look on his face, and moved to the far side of the bed.

Stephano looked at her and said, "How far do you think you can run, before I can catch you in this place?"

"I can run far enough to get my gun."

"Where is it; I will bring it to you?"

"It is in the drawer to the left of the refrigerator."

Stephano retrieved the gun, and handed it to her. In

"Patty, in 30 seconds, I am going to walk over to you, put you over my knee, pulled your pajamas down, and spank you. You have been warned."

"Stephano if you come near me. I am going to put seven bullets in your chest."

"I am willing to take that chance."

Stephano rolled up the sleeves to his shirt, until they were above his elbows. He looked at her and said, "I believe the 30 seconds is up. Here I come."

"Stephano, don't you come near me. Stephano, I will shoot you."

"In order to stop me that is exactly what you will have to do."

He walked towards her. "Stephano stop this, right now."

"Patty shoot me, or put the gun down."

"I hate you, Stephano."

"I know Patty, and I hate you, more." He took her into his arms and kissed her, as if they had never been part. She pushed him away and said, "Where is my ring?"

He picked it up, knelt down, and asked her again, "Patricia Garrett Parent Zabo, will you consent to be my bride?"

"If this is stone is real, and you fuck up our relationship again, I am going to use it to cut your heart out. Yes, I will marry you."

"This is a real stone, you have my heart, and if I fuck up again, you are going to have to stand in line to kill me. My mother would be first in line; followed by my father, your father, Jemma, Michael, Steve, Marie, Alan, Susan, Harmony, Melody, Dolores, and a few doesn't friends from Amherst, who, I probably have forgotten to mention by name, who would want to kill me. So bring a chair, and set up an umbrella to keep the sun off you, because it's going to take a long time to get to your turn."

"I guess I do have some friends out there."

"Yes, some very good friends, and they are worried sick about you. Now where was I, oh yes, a spanking."

"Stephano, don't you dare. We are not married yet, and that is private property."

"Not this time, baby, that ass belongs to me. Come quietly, or I will take you, as you are."

Patricia tried to burst by him, but he was ready for her. He grabbed her waist and swung her around on to the bed. She screamed, but he ignored her. He lowered the bottom of her pajamas until her ass showed. He swung his hand down hard.

The sound reverberated through the mobile twice. The first was the percussion sound of his hand hitting Patty's soft flesh, and the second was the sound of Patty's scream. He enjoyed both, while Patty enjoyed neither. This continued until he claimed her ass 10 times, and she was whimpering. He raised her pajamas, turned on to her side, and cuddled with her like spoons.

Patty said to him, "You bastard, you enjoyed that."

He replied, "You can bet your ass I did."

"It was my ass."

"It was the most delicious piece of ass I have ever seen, and I have seen many of them."

"If you ever see another one, besides mine, you will see the business end of my gun."

"I am going to call your father, would you like to speak to him?"

"Okay."

Their talk with William, and Jemma was short and to the point, especially when they were made aware they were flying to New York to visit his friend, Michael, and eat at his restaurant, "Imperali's," while they were in town. They would make arrangements to meet there, and celebrate their second engagement.

When they got off the phone Patty asked, "Are you going to stay with me tonight?"

"I am never letting you out of my sight again. Oh, by the way, who is Bradley?"

"He is just a friend. I met him while I was in the hospital. He is designing the barn for me."

"He is designing a barn at your home at 9:30 in the evening?"

"Stephano, are you starting already?"

"It was just a question Patty."

"If I told you we were making mad passionate love, would you believe that?"

"I would have to check the sheets to be sure you were telling the truth. Then I would search for him, and skin him alive."

"Stephano, would you like your ring back?"

"Patricia, the next time that ring comes off will be in one year, when we take it back to the jewelers to have the stone cleaned, and make sure the setting is okay. I am not jealous of Bradley. I just want to know who he is, before he dies."

"Stephano, am I allowed to have my own friends?"

Stephano sat on the edge of the bed thinking.

"Stephano, if the answer to that question is no, we have a big problem."

"Of course you are allowed to have your own friends. However, I am going to be jealous of each one of them, because they are going to take your time away from me. I am very possessive of what is mine, and I am going to have to learn how to share you."

"That was the first time you gave me a completely honest answer. I am very proud of you. I can't wait until Sunday."

"What is happening Sunday?"

"I am going to be surrounded by every man in the Glens Falls Fire Department and their families. I invited them here to clear debris from the barn, and wash and wax my motorhome, because it got filthy during the fire."

"Why are you inviting everyone from the Fire Department?"

"They saved my life Stephano. You needed someone to apologize to, remember. I forgave you, almost, and if you stay nice, we will get married in six or seven years."

Stephano tackled her and said, "Six or seven weeks, maybe, I may even give you eight weeks, if you are nice. However, the invitations go out next week."

"Where are we going to get married?"

"We are getting married where you are most comfortable, most relaxed, and most happy. We are going to get married, right here! We are going to build our home, right here! We are going to raise our family, right here! "

"Stephano, you can't do that. With your education you need to be in a big city, like Boston or New York or Washington. Your MBA will be wasted here."

"Somehow Patty, I don't think so. I think everything will work out well. I met a very nice woman, when I was walking up your driveway. She seemed to know you very well. She told me you were very happy here, and if we stayed here, we would be very prosperous. She did not look like a psychic, and I don't think you believe in that stuff anyhow. I wondered why she was walking on your property at that time of night. I thought she had just left you, until you yelled for Bradley to go home, when I knocked on the door."

Patricia burst out laughing, and Stephano could not understand why. "Patty, what is so funny? Who was the woman?"

"You are not going to believe me, when I tell you, because the first time I spoke with her, I didn't believe it myself. Then she kicked me out of bed the other night to warn me about the earthquake, and to get the horses out of the barn, because there was going to be fire."

"Are you going to tell me who she is, or do I have to guess?"

"I had better tell you, because you could guess forever, and never get it right. Stephano, you just had a conversation with my mother."

"Don't be ridiculous, Patty, your mother is dead."

"I am very aware of that Stephano. When I bought the motorhome, the last place I wanted to come was here. I was not paying attention to where I was going, but this is where I wound up. When I stopped and turned off the engine, I looked up and this is where I was. I freaked out and tried to leave. The engine would not start. I screamed at it, and it still would not start. I looked in the driveway, and saw my mother waving at me to come in. I said, "You are not here." She said, "I have always been here waiting for you to come home."

"Do you really believe that Patty?"

"Did you have a conversation on the driveway, with a woman in her 40s'?"

"Yes I did."

"Was she wearing jeans, boots, and a blue-and-white top?"

"That's exactly what she was wearing."

"The next time you see her, say, "Hello Laura, or hello Miss Garrett, and tell her I am happy now."

"Why don't you tell yourself the next time you see her?"

"She has not come back to me, since the night of the earthquake. I have been looking for her, since then, to thank her for saving our horses, and she has not come back."

"Let's go to sleep. It's getting late. We can talk more about this in the morning."

"I am wearing my pajamas to bed Stephano."

"We will move slowly Patty. When we get to our wedding night, I will begin to teach you everything you ever wanted to know about making love."

"Thank you Stephano, your hands can roam if you'd like, but you know the rules."

"I have always followed your rules, Patty. I still have many things to learn in other areas, but the one thing I know for sure is I am heading in the right direction. I don't believe my father ever received as many death threats in his life, than I have received from your friends, since I hurt you. I will never hurt you again."

Patty dreamed of her mother that night, and told her she was very happy.

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The following morning, they were eating a late breakfast, when there was a knock at the door of the motorhome. Patricia looked through the window, and saw Bradley standing there. She thought, "Oh boy, this ought to be fun."

"Stephano, would you open the door, please."

"Okay, I got it." He punched in the code and the door swung open.

Bradley was there, carrying flowers and a bottle of wine. "Good morning Pat..., err, who the fuck are you?"

"I'm the guy she slept with last night."

"That bitch told me she's a virgin, and you slept with her."

Stephano leapt off the stairs of the motorhome, knocking Brad to the ground. He was about to hit him in the face when Patty said, "Stephano, don't you dare hit him."

"He called you a bitch, and nobody calls you that."

Patty laughed at him, and he became incensed.

"Why are you laughing at me?"

"Stephano, I don't remember how many times you called me a bitch. Help him up, you are ruining my flowers."

Brad got up and looked at him. "You are so lucky she is here. I was about to kick your ass."

Stephano took pleasure in dusting Brad off. He said softly, "Touch her, and you will be 3 feet shorter."

"Who did you say you were?"

"My name is Stephano Valentino, and I am her fiancé. I protect what is mine. I lost Patty once; I will not make that mistake again. Anyone who tries to interfere in our lives will regret it in the harshest terms."

"Listen mister, I told Patty several times over the last few days, when I see something I want 'I don't scare easy.'"

"Do you know anything about the five New York Mob families? If you don't, look up the name Valentino, and see who runs the Island of Manhattan. It was my father, and he is in protective custody with the FBI now. In the line of succession, guess who comes next."

"Stephano, stop scaring the boy, I will have to wash out his shorts soon."

Brad looked at Patty, and asked if he was telling the truth.

She said, "Come inside and use my computer, if you do not believe him. Can you think of a better way for an FBI agent to infiltrate the mob then by marrying the head of one of the families?"

"So you are going to marry this prick, as part of your job."

"No, I am going to marry that prick, because I love him, and he loves me."

"You said you were going to save your virginity until you had a ring on your finger, a marriage license in your hand, and someone said 'I Do.'"

Patty showed him the ring on her finger.

Brad asked, "Where is the marriage license?"

"We will have it seven or eight weeks from now. I will send you an invitation, if you'd like."

"You slept with him last night, and lost your virginity. How do you reconcile that?"

"Brad, we have slept together several times, and I still have my virginity. I have rules, and he obeys them. It is very comforting for both of us."

"It would drive me crazy to sleep next to you, and do nothing."

Stephano responded, "It drives me crazy too, but it is better than being separated from her."

"You two guys are nuts! That is the craziest arrangement I have ever heard of."

Patty said, "You told Mister Woodson that you had a board in your room to make sure you did not have dates with two girls on the same night. Are you sure our arrangement is not saner than yours was?"

"Patty, I was 17 years old, and my hormones were raging. I have slowed down since then, and have become a more responsible human being."

Patty asked Stephano a question. "Would you consider a man responsible, if he knew a woman for less than a day, and said he wanted to have children with her, three times, because his mother wanted grandchildren?"

Stephano laughed. "He sounds like a very adult and responsible human being to me." He immediately took a defensive posture, because he knew he was about to get hit.

"You two pugilists go into the remains of the barn and drag out six bags of feed for the horses. I will start making lunch. When you come back Brad, you can look up the recipe for chicken carbonara and quiz me on every ingredient. Since you won't bet your car, you can be my indentured servant for a year, if I win; or you can win the $100,000, if I lose."

Stephano said, "Brad, do not be an idiot, don't take that bet. You will lose it, as surely as I lost her the last time."

Brad said, "She can't possibly be that good."

"She has the most focused mind you will ever come up against. She won several million dollars from my father's computer experts. She broke in to a brand-new IBM computer, with every top of the line, commercial antitheft, anti-tampering software device pre-programed into it. Not only did she get into the computer and get the information we wanted, she did it in less than 15 minutes, instead of the three hours she was allotted. If you take this bet, your ass is grass, and Patty is the scariest lawnmower you have ever seen."

"Patricia, this guy is trying to pull the wool over my eyes. You have him so pussy whipped, he wouldn't know his ass from a hole in the ground. I am going to take your bet. You had better know every ingredient in that recipe, down the last microgram, and your check better be good."

Patty smiled at Brad. "I don't have a pen, but if I lose, I will walk all the way to the bank, barefoot, and give it to you in cash."

Stephano shook his head. "You just pissed her off, and you are going to pay for that, dearly."

"You two guys get out of here, and don't come back until I tell you lunch is on the table. You can quiz me on the ingredients then, or after you finished eating Brad, but I want you to picture yourself as being at my beck and call for the next 365 days."

"Bullshit Patty, I am counting the money already."

Stephano asked, "How deeply do you want me to dig your grave? If you get her any angrier with you, then she is already, your mother may never have grandchildren."

45 minutes later, she called out lunch was ready. The two men ran and like teenagers, who had not eaten in a week. She yelled at them, "Go wash up, and start acting your age."

As the men started eating, a hush fell over the room. Only the sound of forks and knives could be heard. The occasional moan or groan, after a wonderful sensation was felt by their taste buds, delivered to the sensory center of the brain, and the sound escaped through their mouths.

Patty looked at them both, and said, "I guess it is true, the way to a man's heart is through his stomach."

With their mouths full of fettuccine noodles and sliced prosciutto, both men nodded their heads.

As he was finished eating Brad asked Patty, "Where is your recipe card?"

Stephano looked at him. "Aren't you in enough trouble already?"

"I don't want to touch the computer, because you will think I am cheating. Bring up Ann Burrell's cookbook, and looked at her chicken carbonara recipe. I can either quote it to you as it is on the page or you can pick out an ingredient, and I can tell you how much of it is in the recipe. You can try to trick me, if you'd like, by adding an ingredient that is not in the recipe, or leave one out to see if I miss it. The choice is yours."

"Patty, you are dead meat."

"Brad, you are going to be walking around my property, with a wheelbarrow, picking up horse shit, by hand."

Stephano said, "I told you not to piss her off."

Brad was a typical male. He ate well, he knew good food, but he had no idea what it took to make it. When he looked at the recipe and only saw nine items, not including the chicken and the pasta, he wanted to kill himself. His only hope was in the amounts of each item. Almost before the words Olive oil was out of his mouth, Patty had already answered 5 teaspoons. Yellow onions-one small diced. He continued down the rest of the ingredients, until his eyes started to tear.

Patty wrote something on a piece of paper, and handed it to Stephano, who looked at it folded it, and kept it in his hand.

"Are you finished, Brad?"

"I guess you win, I am yours for a year. My mother is going to kill me."

"You have only known me for a few days, but during those days, you've seen what I can do with a computer, and how I can counter anything that you can throw verbally at me. You should have known better than to put a year of your life into someone else's hands for a mere $100,000."

"I didn't, because you lose. You forgot one ingredient."

"Stephano, please show him the piece of paper I gave you."

Stephano handed Brad the paper which had on it, "1/2 teaspoon kosher salt."

Furious, Brad looked at her and said, "Fuck you Patty!"

Stephano swung him around and said, "Not while I am alive, Brad."

As soon as he said that, he shouted, "Oh shit! Michael, he is going to kill me."

He picked up his cell phone, and when it was answered, he said, "Michael, I am with her, and she is fine."

"Fantastic Stephano, when did you find her?" She

"I found her last evening, here in Glens Falls. The barn on her property burned down, and thankfully she got away from it. She is living in her motorhome. I have convinced her it is in our interest to get married, and fight for the rest of our lives to stay that way, instead of being a part."

"You found her last night, and you are calling me in the middle of the afternoon?"

"Michael, we needed some time to talk. Then I found out she was talking to another man, and I had to take care of him. I just finished filling up the hole I dug for him."

"Put a mark where he is Stephano, because if you hurt her again, that's where you are going to be."

"Michael, you are number five on my death threat list. I don't have to think about you. I am going to keep her close to me and close to my heart for the rest of our lives. We are going to fight, we both know it, but we will survive it, because we know we love each other. The invitations will be going out next week. We would like you and your whole family to attend."

"Can I speak to her please?"

"Of course, let me get her."

Brad picked up the phone and asked, "Are you really the director of the FBI?"

"I guess he didn't bury you deep enough. Who the heck are you?"

"My name is Bradley Goodman, I am the architect is going to rebuild the barn. Is she really an FBI agent?"

"Did Patty offer you an all-expenses paid trip to a Caribbean Island?"

"Yes, do you think you could get me tickets there quickly? I just lost a bet to her, and I am now hers for one year."

"How long have you known Patty, and how badly did you piss her off?"