Jane pulls back from the kiss to ask, “What the hell did you do to him?”
Vickie swallows, smiles, and then says with a Cheshire cat grin, “I spread his cheeks, then licked from his balls to his rosebud.”
I look at Vickie, as she says that, I shoot two more ropes of cum onto her chest. Jane attacks Vickie’s breasts and nipples, relishing in my cum. Vickie orgasms from this display of lewdness. Lucky for her, Jane has Vickie wrapped in Janes arms and gently sits Vickie on the shower floor. The grin on her face is fantastic.
Jane is also grinning, “I see why you like her.”
She quickly leaves before I can correct her. Such a sharp tongue and a quick wit. It’s no wonder I love her.
I meet up with the group for breakfast. The air is thick with tension. It’s always like this when we know danger will be with us soon. The guys are experienced with this; they’re all calm. Jane, mom, and Vickie aren’t. Mom had started breakfast as all staff had been sent home. Vickie and Jane are soon helping. All three are working and are distracted, yet I can see the worry in all of them.
I ask Jose, “You know, it’s been so long ago. Yet. It seems like just yesterday we were down in Ecuador. Remember rescuing those three nurses from that drug cartel?”
Juan smiles, “There was what, fifty or sixty of them. I remember those gold guns of theirs. We all should have died that day, and if it wasn’t for DAD ….”
Mom bores a hole in my face with her lasers.
I add for her benefit, “DAD was David Anthony Dominguez, affectionately known as DAD. What ever happened to that old man?”
Jose looks sad, “He’s retired now. He still watches us. When my bank account gets too low, money finds its way there. I always thought it was him. Was it really you?”
I admit, “He had the intelligence to somehow know. Yes, I did supply the money for a great many of our compatriots, most before our time, but always, someone in need. I figured my trust fund should do some good if I wasn’t going to use it. I’ve helped with other needs, most I don’t even know about. He works with my trust fund manager.”
I wanted to bring up the hope for my family that we might have support out there. If we did, they would be in contact and would be out, around the house perimeter doing their best. Who wants to endanger their lives for someone they never met? I don’t like talking about my contributions. I never feel like I do enough. I take a walk around the exterior, making sure no shenanigans are in place. A stealthy person could slip the defenses and plant devices to cut off the security system, making us blind. I don’t see anything yet.
I spend a good three hours scouring the property without finding anything. I haven’t been working out the last few days; I want to be fresh. I feel the pool calling my name. Nobody is around. I strip and only do ten laps. Twenty would have been better but would have worn me down some, and I can’t have that.
As I am standing by the pool, shaking myself to dry off, I see movement out the corner of my eye. I know a camouflaged man with a silenced pistol taking aim at me. I jump back in the pool as I hear the shot skip off the cement of the opposite end of the pool. Simultaneously I hear a sniper rifle shot. Oh yes, that’s much different than a regular rifle. I keep my head down until I hear the “all clear” from inside the house.
I am scared and shaking like a leaf. That guy was good and narrowly missed me. I go to my room for a shower with three angry women following me and cussing up a storm for being stupid. They’re right; it was dumb. However, now I know they’re coming tonight. They know they gave themselves away and won’t want us to be reinforced.
I am pissed off at their grumbling by the time I reach my room. I twirl around and stare at them. Not one of them stops. I back into my room, and they want to follow.
I scream, “STOP!”
I then close and lock my door. They’re still yelling at me when I take my shower. When I finish, I jump into bed and take a nap. It’s going to be a long night.
Mom wakes me up at 5:00 for dinner, and she looks like she just woke up as well. Jane and Vickie talk as they sit on the edge of the bed about shopping in Hong Kong. As I sit up, they stop talking.
I am soft-spoken, “They’re coming tonight. All of you will be in the basement, including Sophia. They have thermal imaging and can shoot through the house, and you’ll be safe in the basement. Start moving Sophia after dinner. Let’s go make dinner.”
My guys made dinner. They found enough to make spaghetti and meatballs with a meat sauce. Tony is Italian; I have no doubt this is his doing. Dinner is quiet, and they all understand.
My phone rings, Agent Johnson, “No ID, no papers, no vehicle, nothing on INTERPOL or anywhere else. They think he’s German. They are coming tonight, right?”
My answer is short, “Affirmative.” He hangs up.
I tell the table, “No papers, vehicle, or photos/prints online. They think he may be German.”
Vickie says softly, “Holy fuck.” All eyes are quickly on her. “Last year, we undercut the Germans for a DoD contract to put up three satellites into space. Our government must buy from the cheapest, but they thought the Germans had ties to the Russians. We cut our price to cut them out.”
I dial Agent Johnson and pass on the information. That will stop them long-term, but nothing can stop tonight. I doubt they use thermal imaging; it’s too bulky. They will use night vision like we will. The lights will be on inside the house, and I don’t like night vision close up. We know where the entrances are and where good cover is. I want Mom, Jane, Vickie, and Sophia to do something after dinner so they have less time to worry.
They will wait several hours; they won’t come at dusk. They don’t want random cars to interfere, either. My team knows this; it’s our standard MO. It’s much more stressful to be defending, though, and I can only imagine what my family’s going through. This can’t be good for Sophia; she should be resting easily.
Until midnight, I am with my family in the basement. We’re playing Monopoly, and I am losing. I am in my fatigues, my face is painted black, I have my hat, my rifle, an assault rifle, two handguns, and my night vision goggles all on or near me. My radio is in my uniform with an earpiece and mic on my ear.
We have extra radios, I give a few to the house security force, and I give one to my family. Rather than an earplug, they have a set of USB speaks hooked up so they can all hear what’s going on. I see no need to hide anything from them. My hope is that by being open with them, there will be less stress.
At 1:12 am, I hear the words I’ve been expecting, “Bill, it’s starting. I see six on our perimeter.”
I replay, “Let agent Johnson warn them, I am on my way.”
Vickie asks, “Why are we warning them?”
I smile, “If we don’t, it’s murder. You can’t just shoot someone that walks through your yard. There are laws in this country, and it will happen soon; you’ll hear it. Tonight, they’re on our frequency.”