Luis and I have each other on our cell phone trackers so I felt much better with him leaving with “Chad”. Even if she couldn’t “911” me, I could always call her or, at least tack her whereabouts if she didn’t check. Luis and I also agreed that, if we were separated, to call each other the next morning for a status report. Chad looked nice enough and Luis didn’t look worried either as Luis or Luisa.
Not long after Luis left the bar, so did I. My butch look wasn’t attracting anyone I’d want to play with and I honestly was feeling tired. There was a lot of tension in me from having the Luis watching duty.
I went home, got naked, and sat down in a luxurious warm, soap-bubbly bath. I had my “professional grade”, deluxe, multi-speed, multi-function, pulsing-oscillating-vibrating, flesh-like, phallus shaped, female pleasure tool in the tub with me. In only 45 minutes, I had my self mellow and sleepy. So, off to bed I went–thinking of Decker, as usual.
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Luis called me the next morning. He was all atwitter about his night after he left the bar with Chad. It turns out that Chad really is the nice guy he seemed to be. Luis reported to me that he and Chad had a late evening meal, after which Chad drove Luis/Luisa home. He/she and Chad sat in Chad’s car and talked for quite a while. Chad initiated some light kissing…which became heavy kissing. Juices flowing, Luis/Luisa decided this was the moment. He/she unzipped Chad’s trousers, slipped them down over Chad’s hips along with Chad’s tightey-whiteys, and went down on him. Almost instantaneously, according to Luis/Luisa, Chad shot his load into Luis/Luisa’s mouth. Luis/Luisa, being a gentleman/lady, forthwith swallowed Chad’s semen, savoring it to the last drop. Chad and Luis/Luisa then parted with a promise to see each other again. At the very moment Luis/Luisa was talking to me, he/she reported being alerted to a text from Chad!
The question of whether Luis/Luisa would be as good of a cocksucker as he/she was a pussy-eater had been answered. I felt happy for Luis/Luisa and just as happy for Chad! But I wondered, perhaps worried, that my rollicking sex with Luis might be a thing of the past, or at least diminished. “Ah, time will tell,” I said to myself.
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Cruising through the headlines on my home page, I saw the following story:
BOMB PLOT THWARTED BY MISSING WAR HERO!
In essence, the story reported that yesterday an anonymous tip had lead to the discovery of a plot to detonate a large quantity of explosives in a densely trafficked area of a mid-sized southern city. A political domestic terrorist who’s street name was, “Gorgon”, was officially identified as one Decker (NMN) Smyth who had gone undercover to infiltrate a cabal of domestic terrorists. Mr. Smyth, who had been awarded a Silver Star, the third highest military decoration, had previously been reported to have mysteriously gone missing more than a year ago. Eleven co-conspirators have also been located and arrested. The bomb, if delivered and detonated, would have caused dozens–if not hundreds–of casualties! A photo of Decker was shown next to the article. The man did look very much like Decker but he was sporting a very thick, very black, beard…almost theatrical. That was the same face I remembered of that person who passed through the reporter’s TV shot many months ago. Oh, Decker!
Shocked is not strong enough a word to convey the meaning of reaction. Neither are stunned or staggered. I was leveled…literally. I fell to my floor with a sigh of relief deeper than a moan.
“YES! Yes, yes, yes, YES!” What could be more wonderful!”, I said out loud to myself.
Now I looked back at my display to see if what I thought I read was actually there. It was; my mind wasn’t playing tricks on me. I read through the article again. It was all there…and Decker’s name was still there, too. My heart soared.
The next headline was:
BOMB PLOT HERO MISSING!
If the last story had brought me to my knees, this one floored me.
It reported that Decker (NMN) Smyth, decorated soldier, who had been missing for more than a year before his successful efforts to defeat a domestic terrorist bomb plot, has gone missing again. It is unknown whether he has gone missing of his own accord or, whether authorities had sequestered him to avoid possible retaliatory action from members in the terrorist group. Confidential sources have intimated that the latter may be the more likely situation.
These stories caused a sensational series of stories. Who, What, When, Where, Why and How were explored and written about to a frazzle. The old stories about Decker’s disappearance were resurrected and hashed over again and again. I was interviewed by law enforcement and by the press. I told them I had no idea of any reason, other than his PTSD, why Decker disappeared, and I had no idea whatsoever how he came to be in a position to foil the terrorist plotting. I met with Decker’s father and his legal team and told them exactly the same thing. It took a lot of time for the furor to subside. It never did entirely but the level of interest gradually waned and my life went back to normal…well not exactly NORMAL.