Bjjonesmylife. Book 2

Thursday morning found us all over to the gym on a weekday for the first time in a while. We split up and went about getting the latest updates from our individual groups. Mark, Cindy and Sandy were in my immediate group. It took an hour but when they were finished I had the latest information on each site, along with all the costs.

Together we generated a list of things that needed to happen on Friday for the Saturday morning trip to Rochester. The things on the list included getting the rental truck to carry the turn-key office and load it. We would find out just how effective that idea was.

The Rochester maintenance department was to be there at noon to help change the office around to suit our needs. Robert and Rodney from East Coast, plus a ten man team, were to set up and install all the camera equipment.

They were also to set up the equipment to issue new security cards to all employees at Rochester. Robert was going to train several of our people on how to make the cards with a new ID photo and enter the information into the system. The card would have two photos; a side and a front profile.

Rochester had already supplied us with a list of all employees. The information in our files was also going to include a copy of the person’s current driver’s license as an extra check.

The rest of the East Coast crew was going to start by changing electronic locks on all the buildings and then updating all the dorm room locks.

The Rochester 20 were still down in the gym with the three trainers from the night shift. Ty Deshields, Herman Grant, and Kathryn Dykes worked in some secret agency of the government. Whatever they did, it was a split hour job.

They were in the gym in the after hours group from eight till midnight, then went to their job. There was another group that worked for the same agency that arrived at two and worked out until 6 AM. They never talked about work that anyone had ever heard. I was going to interview both the trainers and the trainees today.

I received a text at 8 from the courier service that the letter to the commissioners had been delivered. All of us received the same text. How long would it take to get a response?

Marcy ordered several more cars to replace the ones I had hijacked for Rochester and also ordered an additional 50. These 50 would go to MAAR and 50 three and four year old would be pulled out and assigned to the security division for the other colleges. Marcy had brought the change order over for me to approve before she gave the information to Sandy.

Lawman’s Supply arrived with uniforms at 10, just as they were finishing up in the gym for the morning training session. There was another more advanced session in the afternoon.

Bernie Mack from Lawman’s separated the uniforms into piles while the employees were showering. I went to the gun safe that was in my office and retrieved the belts, the Glocks and holsters, pepper spray with holsters, and handcuffs.

Each officer was going to get a lock box and a trigger lock to keep the weapon in when it was not on their side. The box had an electronic key pad plus a key that was needed to open it. They were deeply engraved both externally and internally with property of JBG, a serial number and a warming. Mark helped me carry the items out.

After they were outfitted and dressed, a new ID badge was going to be made with a uniform picture. Mark had already generated all the forms needed for me to issue the equipment to them.

The guns Jamie used in the training were bought used. The life expectancy in repeated heavy training was a year. They would be sent back to the manufacture to be refurbished or destroyed.

Each new gun we received came with a series of fired cases and bullets that we kept for identification purposes, if ever needed. These were locked away and no one but one of us (the owners) had access to them.

While the fitting was going on I took the trainers into my office for a review.

“I like what you have been doing with the training. I have been hearing nothing but good reports. How do you guys like working part time for us?” I asked.

“It has been interesting and fun – a lot different than I am used to,” Ty said, with the others agreeing.

“I am glad to hear that. We have another one hundred and fifty or so to train before September another eighty just for Rochester N.Y. Can any of you give a quick class on Arabic, French or Spanish? ” I said.

“New York? I thought it was Rochester, KY they were going to.” Herman said with a strange look on his face that was exchanged with the other two.

Ty stood and said, “I need to make a couple of phone calls – I will be right back.”

“I have a lot of vacation to use up. I enjoyed teaching the ladies a lot more than I thought I would. So yes, I can help,” Kathryn said.

“I would like you to give me your best opinion of who in this group would be best for the supervisor position, when I get this group there,” I said.

As each one finished the uniform fitting, I issued the firearms and accessories and had them sign all the paperwork. After lunch they were going back to the firing range to do twenty rounds of target shooting with the new Glocks to make sure they functioned properly and check their accuracy.

Lunch was a salad from the refreshment center down in the gym. I had not eaten from there during the week in a long time. I knew Vicky and Ching Lee had a continuous improvement plan for the refreshment center. I had to admit the food was good and the variety was great.

Mark, Cindy, Jenny and I were in one of the meeting rooms near my office going over the application list for Warrington. It was the next college on the list for hiring and setting up the office.

There was a knock on the open door; Ty, Kathryn and Herman were standing there with three gentlemen I did not know.

The six of them came in. Ty did the talking, “BJ, Jenny, we would like to have a conversation with you.” At that, Cindy and Mark left to continue the planning.

Ty did the introductions, “This is Eric Roberson, regional director of Home Land Security, this is Frank Love, Central Intelligence Agency, and this is Marty Coeburn, FBI.”

I thought to myself, “What the heck have I done now?”

Eric started the conversation, “Ty says you prefer BJ, hopefully that is OK. I’m sure you had realized long ago that some of your gym members worked for some unnamed government organizations. Your record speaks a lot about your inclination to be up on things that happen around you.”

“I always like to be one step ahead and prepared for things,” I replied. He smiled and nodded.

“Ty informed me this morning that your company is supplying security for several colleges, one of them being Rochester,” he said.

“That is correct – eight to be exact – and Rochester is one of them,” I replied.

“If you have been following the not-so-liberal news you know that there has been a influx of Arabic speaking individuals in some areas of Minnesota, Michigan and New York, specifically the Rochester area. We think that that is because of the easy access to the Canadian border and the Muslim populations there,” he said. To that, I just nodded.

“Rochester State has repeatedly been mentioned in some of our intelligence. From what we know of your security efforts and systems, your group may be able to give a major boost to national security,” he said. He waited a while, trying to read my facial expressions before continuing.

“We are interested in a placing one or two individuals within your security team, who work for you, but also discretely work for us on critical matters,” he said. “There would be compensation in the form of – shall we say – government contracts and you would gain improved access and speed to some of your needs as a national security business. We have approved all of the permits that you have applied for and can assist in others.”

While I was digesting his statement the door swung open with force. Commissioner Duke Justice and Commissioner Clarence Hallworthy forced their way past Cindy, who was loudly saying “You cannot go in there; you asked to meet with Lorrie. This is a private meeting.” A sheriff’s deputy was behind them.

Duke shouted, “I came to speak with the big boss and there she is!” as he stormed to the table. “How dare you threaten the Commissioners by saying you are going over our heads to the HSL or FBI in this fuel matter? We will do our own investigation. If there is no jet fuel at the airport it is our business, not yours to make those decisions.”

“Someone impersonating county employees cancelling the fuel deliveries, putting our planes and passenger schedules and safety in jeopardy, makes it my business,” I said.

The FBI and HLS at the same time said, “THEY DID WHAT?”

Edit by Alfmeister

Sunday afternoon was hot so we took the jet skis out onto the ocean and rode the waves. Sunday night with it still hot, we went back to the beach to watch the moon on the ocean again.

The media had been speculating about a not so secret satellite launch from NASA’s Wallops Island launch site. The payload was the secret, another military intelligence satellite to replace a failing one.

We were sitting facing the ocean, making small talk when all of a sudden there was a loud roar followed by the unmistakable rumble of a rocket lifting off. I had heard that sound many times in the sand box. The people that were always in the know often told us that rumble was the result the thrust of the rocket on the surrounding superheated air at the base of the engine.

I couldn’t help but feel a little pride as we watched the rocket keep climbing and the flame of the engine getting smaller as it went out of sight and over the horizon. What followed was a beautiful make-out session on the beach. We had brought extra very big beach towels so there was plenty of overlap.

The warm sand, the sound of the waves, the surf and the salt air made our intimate time a lasting memory. I had made love to another girl in some unimaginable places, but this was the first on the beach and with 5 girls that I truly loved. I would cherish this forever.

Tuesday was more of the same, an early breakfast, then fishing and taking in the sun on the beach until noon. After lunch we went jet skiing for a while then dune riding in Uncle John’s dune buggy. After supper it was back to the beach to watch the sun go down and the moon beams on the ocean.

Wednesday morning we went fishing one more time. Then we cleaned Uncle John’s beach house from top to bottom. All the sheets, towels and pillow cases were washed and the beds made with fresh sheets.

We made a trip to the supermarket and replaced all the canned food we had eaten and left some extra – just because. When we arrived there were a few beers in the spare refrigerator on the porch. I left a full case of each three different brands and a case of wine coolers.

I made sure the dune buggy and the jet skis were also filled to the brim with gas. Then we made one more walkthrough just to make sure we had missed nothing. We took Dad’s pickup with the beach access tags for one last ride on the beach. Then, with heavy hearts, we headed home.

We promised ourselves we would do this again and again before the summer was out. Heck it was only a three hour drive. Marcy was writing down realtor phone numbers on houses that were in the same area as my Uncle’s house.

We made it home after dark. To get back into the routine, we went over to the gym to have an update meeting. Everyone had honored our request to not be bothered while on vacation, unless it was an emergency.

There was more good news than bad. Things had gone remarkably well in our absence. The help-wanted ads had been posted on our website and in the local papers in the respective college areas, and applications were coming in. The job requirements were the same for all areas – except for Rochester – to make things easier for us. The Rochester exception was for multi-language; a job plus.

Frost Borough was already staffed and Rochester was in the works; Warrington was going to be next. For me every night was going to be reviewing applications and verifying the order that Jason and Roseanne had them in order of preference for interviews.

Mark and Cindy had left me a pile of notes. The final two cars for Rochester were to be delivered by the up-fitter tomorrow. Lawman’s supply was delivering the uniforms and vest by noon.

Jamie had put all of them through the weapons class and the shoot don’t shoot course. She had signed off on all of them for carry permits. The request for permits had been sent to the state and the feds for our national security firm license.

Jamie had left a note of her own. “I used 10,000 rounds to get this group to your requirements. There is very little left in the ammo safe. Please order more for the next group. You need 10k of 9mm, 1k of 5.56, and a case of 00 buck. The Glocks to be issued to this group are in the gun safe along with the officer belt, holster, pepper spray and tazers.”

Mark’s note included a copy of the construction contracts with Bill Lamar, along with copies of the approved permits for Altoona.

Lorrie’s mail was not so good; airport issues were growing. There was a registered letter from the County Commissioners. There were noise complaints from nearby residents. That in itself was one side of the surprise. There was a hundred yards with several tree lines for noise abatement on the north side of the airport, then a dual lane highway, and then a row of businesses, then the industrial park.

On the east end there were more trees, a single lane highway, a large park and ride, then a shopping center and large parking lots before any residential homes.

On the south side of the runway were the airport hangers, a highway, an open field and a woods line before any homes.

On the west end, the runway stopped 100 feet from the Chesapeake Bay. It was four miles of open bay water.

We flew only jets or turbine powered prop aircraft. All landings were at low or no power glide, and 99% of the takeoffs were over the bay. The noise complaints made no sense.

To further aggravate the airport problem, they were not going to have any jet fuel for at least a week. Someone claiming to be from the county airport commission had called the supplier and cancelled all fuel deliveries for this week. That was 16,000 gallons of fuel.

No one at the airport noticed the fuel situation until the low fuel alarms went off. It takes a week to get from placing an order to a delivery of fuel in the tank. Lorrie, as well as the rest of us, was pissed to put it mildly. Another thing that set everyone off was they sent it in a letter instead of calling and alerting people. The tank was empty by the time the letter was received.

Even though we were a fixed base aviation operator, the airport authority had insisted we use their fuel supply farm and their truck. If we had leased our own truck we could have had a little more working room on the fuel issue.

A tandem axle jet fuel truck would have given us 4000 gallons of extra fuel to work with, and the possibility buying a load of fuel from the Easton airport authority or BWI. Our own mechanics could refuel on our terms not the counties. This was one more thing to investigate.

There were a dozen flights scheduled in the next seven days. After landing, our jets would have to be flown to BWI or Easton and refueled, then flown back to the island airport for passengers. That cycle of flight and landings would cost a thousand dollars each time for the pilot’s time and wasted fuel.

Jenny, with Jason’s assistance, wrote a scathing letter to the commissioners. “Tampering with the aviation fuel supply could be considered terrorism and or a violation of federal law. Interfering with scheduled flight service was also a federal violation. We the corporation are going to demand an immediate state and federal investigation,” it said.

The letter was going to be delivered by registered courier tomorrow morning. Additional copies were going to the FAA and the State.

Next Tuesday the 50 seat passenger plane was going to be at Easton for our inspection. All of us plus Jack, the next inline senior pilot, and our certified mechanics were going to inspect it and the records before we accepted it on a lease purchase agreement.

I reviewed all the notes on the daily logs that the trainers had kept for me. The defensive training had been done by a couple of the “I can’t tell you what I do guys.” They had some time off between assignments and wanted part-time work. The notes were very descriptive, with strengths and weakness, and the training they had done to correct the weaknesses.

I liked the way these two men operated. They would be here in the morning. I wondered just how much free time they would have over the next two months.

Edit by Alfmeister

The drive to Chincoteague on Saturday morning took three hours, but we were still there by 10. By noon we were walking on the beach and in the surf in the smallest bikinis we owned. The sand was hot and the water cold. The ocean reached its warmest temperatures of the summer in late July and August. But after an hour on a beach towel the cool water was wonderful.

Not far from us there were several girls playing volleyball. There were not enough of them to keep a good volley going very long. They had set up a nice net and were having fun in the sun.

Lorrie walked over and asked if they would like a few more players for a while. Lorrie and the girls had played on the KCC team. Lorrie withdrew from the sports program after she had been attacked. I had played in school and then I had played some in the sand box to kill time. I knew Jenny had been into softball.

With all of us playing that put six on each side. We had some long volleys and good games. We played for most of the afternoon. As the play improved, the crowd grew.

There is something about hot sweaty girls playing volleyball in the sand that will do that and so will a lot of skin bouncing out of the bikini from time to time. They were as hot as we were. There were several drink breaks. They had plenty of water and beer and were glad to share.

The sun was going down when we said farewell to our new friends. We took hot showers and then chose a restaurant from a list that was on the table. Uncle John had them rated with a little note by each: expensive, very good, try the steak, great wine selection, need reservations, things like that.

We picked a steak and seafood place on the main road by the fire house. The food was great, the people were better. We had a nice time. We drove back to the beach and walked out near the water. The six of us huddled as a group as close to each other as we could and watched the moon shining on the ocean. Soft words, soft kisses, sweet whispers; it was the kind of evening that we as lovers would remember forever.

Sunday brought more of the same; we were up early – one of those habits that is hard to break even on vacation. Breakfast was at one of the restaurants that were open early.

Then we loaded the surf fishing gear in Dad’s truck with the beach access tags. I stopped at the bait store for bait and ice. They told me there that they were biting on clams and squid. I bought some of both and a case of beer, ice and salt water fishing license for all of us.

In the parking lot I stopped to let the air down in the tires. That was something that you had to do to drive on the sand. With the tire pressure low, the tires rounded out more and that helped them pull more and kept the truck from getting stuck in the soft sand.

In the parking lot Lorrie, Vicky, Ching Lee and Marcy piled onto the bed of the truck. We had driven both trucks to the parking lot. Dad’s truck was only a single bench seat; Jenny was with me in the front.

We drove past a few other early birds that were feeding the fish. At lot of that happens with surf fishing, the fish nibble on the bait, stripping it off the hook and not getting hooked. I drove down to the area that Uncle John’s map had marked as nudist and a good fishing area.

I threw the frozen pack of squid onto the tailgate to thaw out while I gave a lesson on surf fishing. After shoving a sand spike into the sand to hold the rod I hooked a heavy sinker so the girls could practice casting with the long surf rods; they were at least 10 feet and longer.

I showed them how to release the lock and let the bail drop spin backwards, letting about four feet of line out. Then I showed them how to place your finger to hold the line in place so you could flip the bail out of the way. Then carefully bring the rod sideways until it was over your shoulder and swing it hard, over and out towards the ocean, letting the line slip from under your finger until the rod is past the 12 o’clock position. A few seconds after the rig hits the water, flip the lever and wind the slack out of the line.

I watched each of them cast once, and then told them to practice some more while I cut up the thawing squid and made up the rig with hooks, weight and bait for each of them. I made up three rigs with the strips of squid and three with clam strips.

I hooked up Marcy’s first, as I was cutting the squid in strips I kept watching the casting practice. She got the hang of it quicker than the rest. Soon all of us had a baited line in the water.

With my rod in the sand spike I threw my shirt and shorts over the side of the truck so they could be retrieved quickly if needed – the others soon followed.

Ching Lee was the first to catch. She yelled loud enough for everyone on the beach to hear, “I got something!”

She got back to her rod just as it was about pull over. She grabbed it and yanked it back, setting the hook good in whatever was on the end of it. By then we were all there with her.

Ching Lee was fighting to reel it in, just when she had made some progress it would try to run, slipping the drag on the line until it tired. Then Ching would make progress again. This went on for at least fifteen minutes. Vicky had her phone and was taking pictures of the action.

Several trucks of fisherman that had been headed down the beach to the other end had stopped and walked across the sand to us to see what she had caught.

It took another few minutes for the fish to tire out and finally be pulled ashore. Jenny and I lifted the fish so Ching Lee could hold it for a picture. I recognized from the fishing chart that Uncle John had left on the table as a black drum.

It was at least 50 inches long and I would guess 60 pounds. It was a very nice fish. We laid it on the tailgate. The men that had stopped were looking it over good. They were measuring it and checking it for DNR tags. The scale that dad had in the truck was not big enough for the men to weigh the fish.

One of the guys went to his truck and came back with a bigger scale. The drum weighed 64 pounds, two thirds the weight of Ching Lee. One of the men asked her if she was going to have it mounted.

“Yes, I want to hang it on the wall of my office and have a picture of me with it.”

Dad always kept several of those disposal cameras in the glove box to record his good hunting and fishing days, and sure enough, there was a new one still in the box. I took several with the girls helping her hold it. It never crossed my mind that we were still naked.

“Put your top and bottom back on and we will get some good shots of you holding it,” I said. One of the guys took a group picture of us helping her hold the fish.

One of the men showed her how to hold it by its mouth so it would not touch the ground. We took several pictures with the cameras and cell phones just in case. Then they helped put it in the big cooler with some ice. They also told us where we could get someone to mount the fish, but it would take several months to be finished.

By 10 we had all caught some fish, but none as big as the one Ching Lee had caught. I completely covered the fish with plenty of ice and we headed out. We stopped and picked up the other truck and then stopped to pump up the tires to the proper inflation by the exit gate.

Edit by Alfmeister

As I drove into the college on Wednesday, I saw mountains of bedding stacked outside of B dorm. The time sheets backed up piles of trash waiting to go into dumpsters. The cameras showed a dozen trucks backing into position. Maintenance had their skid loader loading the first. It continued all day.

Cindy texted me that they had ten of the group from last night show up at 8 AM this morning. The ones that I had not interviewed for KCC were being interviewed by Jason and Roseanne. Cindy was getting the background information together on them and Jenny was coming home early today to run the criminal checks.

Four of them were to go to the company doctor this afternoon for physicals. The others would be in training in the gym with Vicky and Ching Lee. I wondered how many would survive that? Ching Lee and Vicky had both taken on a whole new determination and drive to the training since the Rochester incident.

Cindy texted me again that 10 more from last night – including three couples – would be at the gym at 1. She was going to revise the schedule some and stay late to see that everything was done. I wondered where Mark was in all this; Cindy seemed to be in charge.

There was another meeting in the security meeting room; this time it was insurance adjusters and lawyers. A second meeting was with OSHA, MOSHA and the construction company. I was not included in either of these and I was glad of it. The third meeting was with the contractor, Mr. Bozman and the Board and I was to sit in on that one.

The meeting started with the contractor coming up with excuses as to why they could not have the damaged section replaced in time for the college start. “There are no blueprints yet, they have to be approved by zoning and that is going to take weeks. There are no building permits yet.”

The board was not happy. Then Mr. Bozman interrupted their complaint session.

“Ken Smith and I found the original blueprints to B dorm last night. Those blueprints were sent by special courier to the engineering division of Jones & Jones International. They will be returned to me tomorrow morning with the latest construction and fire safety changes to meet all federal, state, and local requirements, plus the latest energy saving designs, and they will blend in to the original building design.”

“A legal team that I have on retainer that handles construction issues for me met with the county planning and zoning this morning. Buried deep in their rule and regulation book are special exemptions for emergencies for public institutions. What happened here meets the criteria. As soon as they receive a copy of the blueprints, a building permit will be issued within an hour,” he said.

“You will be pouring the footer on Friday afternoon and laying block on Monday morning, or I will have a construction team rebuild the dorm and send you the bill, starting Monday afternoon. I am tired of all the excuses coming from your construction group and I know everyone else in this room is also,” Mr. Bozman said. “Vital pieces of required safety gear that were not properly assembled on the crane led to this accident. Luckily no one was killed. An hour earlier 4 maintenance people were in that part of the building.”

I knew as soon as he said Jones & Jones he was still in tight with Jake’s company. I knew that the legal team was also Jake’s connection.

The construction company owners started to say something then stopped. They stood up then sat back down. Then they asked if the plans would be accompanied by a materials list?

Thursday morning the contractor was cutting up the boom with torches and loading them onto trucks. In the afternoon the contractor began loading the debris and old concrete footer. All work had ceased on the new dorm and would not resume until the manpower was no longer needed in the rebuild of B.

Friday morning Mr. Bozman had several dozen very thick stacks of blueprints on the table in the meeting room. The permit was hand delivered from zoning at 9 AM. The contractor, his engineer and the board had been called and were on their way. This was going to be one interesting meeting.

The meeting was cordial – that surprised the hell out of me after yesterday’s outburst. The contractor picked up the blueprints and the materials list and then politely informed the board that the job would be finished in time for the start of the fall semester and that his insurance company was picking up all expenses.

I had been getting texts all morning from the gym, updating me on the twenty potential security employees. I finally had time to completely read and digest them.

Cindy had sent several. Lawman’s Supply road salesman had measured all the Rochester personal this morning for uniforms and they had tried on different bullet proof vests for fit. They were to be delivered to the office next Thursday.

The second text was an update and a copy of an e-mail from Mark. He was still in Altoona meeting with Bill Lamar. There were attachments to the mail that were copies of request for building permits and electrical installation requests, along with cost estimates and blueprints for the guard houses and offices. He was returning this afternoon.

Cindy’s third text was concerning Johnson Tri County. The help wanted ads were posted in Monday’s paper and there had already been 400 on line applications for the 20 jobs. Dan Parker and Ellie Mayes had sent in an application in the same envelope by mail and it was on my desk. Their names were on my contact list and had been flagged when Roseanne entered them in the system, which is why she had put them on my desk.

That was another thing that the computer brains had done. Whenever a name that was on senior management’s personal contact list was entered into the system, a flag popped up alerting the clerk to put a paper copy in our box. What the clerk did not know was that a copy of document was automatically sent to that person’s in-box.

That was only one of several ‘behind the scenes’ things that happened within our data storage system. That was one reason our servers were so over-sized.

Any text or e-mail and the replies, that went to or from a company site by company supplied phones or computers, is automatically copied into an electronic file assigned to each site. The same goes with phone to phone text. Only the six of us know that system existed.

That system allows any of us to fill in for the other. If one of the other girls needs to fill in for me with an on-going problem at Frost Borough, she can look at the file, have a full record and be able to make an informed decision. It eliminates all guess work as to who said what or how instructions should have been carried out.

Of course another system is the real time tracking device that we had installed into our security access cards, cell phones and laptops. The data is designed to be stored for a year. Again, only the six of us have access to the file.

We had extended conversations over the installation of the system. There is always the right to privacy concern. But, in a real emergency that takes a back seat. For employees it is legal for a company to monitor its equipment use and location. The privacy issue becomes mute when they are on the company clock.

Cindy’s fourth text informed that the FCC had finally approved a series of radio frequencies for our security division. There was a group for each location. The 900 MHz radios had already been installed by the up-fitter in the Frost Borough cars and the ones going to Rochester as part of the emergency vehicle package. The approval also included a permit for an antenna at each site and on the gym.

They were going to come plug the chip in the cars that had already been processed and install them in the rest of them as they worked them through. All cars would be completed for us to drive to Rochester next Saturday.

We already had one antenna on the building. It was so Lorrie could monitor the planes if necessary when they were close to the Island Airport.

The girls and I were packing tonight for our short vacation on Chincoteague Island. Uncle John had sent me a text that the house was cleaned and ready for us. The dune buggy had been serviced if we wanted to ride on the beach and the jet skis were on the lifts ready to go.

He had left a map of the beach that had the approved entrances, fishing areas and areas open to dune riding. The penciled in area was the unofficial nude bathing area. I was headed home to pack.

Edit by Alfmeister

Tuesday started off where Monday left off – in meetings and on the phone. To end the calls from the group of possible employees I finally set up a 6 PM meeting at the gym. I was beginning to think that they thought I was pulling their leg with the job offer. I told them they could bring their immediate spouse if they wanted to hear the full offer and benefits again.

By ten I thought I had weathered the worst of the day. Wrong! The contractor was moving more equipment to the site of the second new dorm. A very large tracked crane had been brought in and assembled yesterday. It had taken four tractor trailers to bring the boom and four more just to bring in the main base of the crane.

Something went terribly wrong as the crane was working its way between A and B dorms. The foundation to new dorm F had been poured last year along with the foundation to E (to save time and money) and was at the end of A and B dorms. The operator swung the boom over dorm B to gain more clearance from the power line pole near A. While over B the boom collapsed, taking with it a section of all three floors to the ground.

The impact shook the coffee cup on my desk and rattled the windows. I knew immediately something bad had happened and it was close by; even before the system alarms went blasting off on the console.

There was a firewall that went from the ground level straight up through the roof every 100 feet. A complete 100 foot three story section in the middle of the building was rubble, less than 10 feet high. To add to the mess, the fire sprinkler system in the largest standing piece was now dumping 30 gallons a minute into every room.

A quick thinking maintenance person had the system and power shut off after two minutes. Everything in every room was now saturated.

The powers that be called an emergency meeting of all general staff in security’s meeting room – that included me.

Before I went into the meeting, I called Richard Bozman telling him I wanted a complete set of pictures of the crane and all attachments and components before anyone had a chance to remove any critical evidence.

OSHA and MOSHA would investigate but I wanted a record for a different set of eyes to look at.

I was in the meeting for half an hour before I finally had enough of the pity party. “We cannot do anything about the part that is on the ground, we have to salvage what is left to be able to use it and we are wasting time. Have the maintenance department take pictures of each of the flooded rooms, then strip them. Send the linens to the laundry before they mildew. Throw out the carpet and the mattress; somebody’s insurance will pay for new carpet and mattress. Then have a flood contractor here tomorrow to dry out the rooms.”

“Then stop all work on E and have the contractor rebuild the damaged section. Let the lawyers, courts and the insurance company settle their differences, otherwise you are going to be renting motel rooms for the 60 displaced students,” I said. “You have sixty days before students are standing in admission.”

“If you want to get started stripping the rooms tonight, I will call all the part-time security employees to work tonight as many hours as they can to help maintenance strip them. Maintenance has to get the lights on. The decision needs to be made soon,” I said.

Ten minutes later I started calling everyone on the list. By 1:00 I had 80% of the part-timers in the meeting room explaining what they were to do to help the maintenance department.

When I left I took copies of the job applications and the background checks from HR that the 20 had submitted to KCC. After my meeting with them tonight, if they were serious about working for us, they could use them to fill out JBG applications.

When I arrived at the gym the parking lot was full. A construction company was putting down the millings and applying the special seal coating on the new west parking lot. I had noticed the pillars for the roof had been installed when I returned from Rochester last Friday.

There were smiles all around when I made it to the office. Southern Co-op had more people there and Jeanna was there again, so were our corporate lawyers. Marcy was stacking papers in front of each chair. After she finished, she nodded me to the direction of my office and closed the door behind us.

“It’s a great deal for us. We have to pay Mom thru Mid West 1 point more than normal for this kind of loan but we are making 2 points over that. All the vehicles will be titled with JBG as co-owner. They are self insured up to 50 million. Next year they are going to expand by 100 more vehicles, mostly large trucks and heavy equipment. The agreement with Mid West is open ended to cover any expansion,” Marcy said.

“Sounds like a good deal, you did great with the negotiations!” I replied as I applied a hug.

“I need Mark, Cindy, Jason, Roseanne and the rest of us to be here at 6. I have hopefully 20 possible temporary employees for Rochester coming for a Q & A session and job offers.”

We signed all the contracts. In three weeks Marcy and Shelia would meet in Georgia to pay off the other leasing company and assume ownership of all the vehicles of Southern Co-Op. On August 1st they would begin making lease payments to MAAR. The final count was 379 pieces with the intended addition of 100 more next year.

After a light supper we were back in the office. Gale – who was working the cash window – began sending up people at 5:45. By 6 there were 45 guests, plus my group. The big meeting table was full, with a second row of chairs around it, facing my group. Every one of them had brought a significant other and several, a couple of teenagers.

I introduced myself then the rest of my group. I explained the jobs, the requirements, the physical fitness and testing that we did, where the jobs were, the short term and permanent offerings, and finally the pay with the out of state bonus and the use of the dorm for housing. Then I sat myself up.

“Any questions, do any of you want a job?”

Questions on benefits and testing went to Jason and Roseanne along with details of how pay would work.

Ching Lee and Vicky handled how additional jobs would be advertised and physical fitness portion in the gym.

Jenny answered about questions about background checks and things that would disqualify a candidate.

Marcy answered a question about spouses working. “Yes, they can both work but they cannot supervise one another nor approve any paperwork.”

The last question was, “When can I start?”

“Right now by filling out an application and be here tomorrow. Just pick a time slot to start the testing and training,” I replied. “There are morning, afternoon and evening slots,” as I passed out applications.

“If you want a few minutes with your significant other, that’s fine – just take a walk down the hall or if you really need the time to think it over, call in the morning. Tomorrow the jobs hit the help wanted in Rochester.”

Jenny, Marcy and Lorrie stayed with me as the rest of my group left. I thanked them for staying and helping. Several asked for pens to fill out the application, including two couples. Some walked down the hall to a private area.

Half an hour later we had a stack of filled applications and as many that would let us know before noon tomorrow. I doubted that we would get a ‘No’ from any of them. We called it a night.

Over at the house we broke out a bottle of champagne to celebrate the addition of southern Co-op to the leasing group. It may not have seemed like much but a 2 point spread plus direct payment for administrative cost and the addition of 400 vehicles for 10 years was a big deal!

Edit by Alfmeister

Monday morning when I left for KCC, the 11 vehicles were in the parking lot at the gym. Mark, Bob and two of his engineers were already boarding the King Air for Altoona, Pa.

The vehicles were going to the up fitters for the light and decal package. They promised to have all of them ready in the ten days we had left. A week from Saturday, they needed to drive through the gate at Rochester.

Marcy’s Thursday and Friday meeting with the Utility Coop had been postponed and was happening today and tomorrow. Lorrie and Jason had four days of meetings with prospective lessees for the shopping center.

After I finished the morning routine at KCC I started making calls. First I called Courtney and told her of our problem. I instructed her to try to find three of her full time people that would accompany her to Rochester and have 3 part time people work full time in their place. She would do additional training at Rochester for two weeks to help get everyone up to speed.

I had just interviewed 20 people in order to hire five for KCC to start with the fall semester at the end of August. Most of them were working part time jobs or were self employed; even the ones I hired were disappointed that they could not start sooner.

I called all of them, explained I had an alternate job offer and set a 2 PM meeting. I was going to offer them a short term full time job at Rochester. The college had agreed that we could use rooms in one dorm until August 15, as long as JBG paid for it to be commercially cleaned and repaired any damage before students arrived.

All of them had passed the background checks and done well on the interview session. It was a mix of men and women. I would offer bonus pay to stay at Rochester and they would get six weeks of benefits. Who knows, maybe some of them may want to move up there for a full time job – only time would tell.

We had a week to get a lot of things done. We were going to Uncle John’s summer cottage next week at Chincoteague, VA for a well deserved vacation. We were leaving Saturday and coming midweek. I had originally planned for us to stay the whole week but Rochester had changed all that.

I dealt with KCC and JGB problems for the rest of the morning. A little after lunch Bob Jackson and Howard Nobles came in. They were the two top people at KCC now.

“I hear you have been a busy-bee,” he said as he slid the New York week-end paper onto the counter, “and staying in shape.” In the local changes section there was a full page story of the attack and JBG Security as the Rochester College new Security Contractor.

“I work out every day if I can. You never know when it may come in handy,” I replied.

“Do you think that the girls are going to be able to handle one more college?” he asked.

“So you do not know about the other five colleges then?” I replied.

“The other five that would make you have seven, oh my?” he said.

“You under-estimate the quality of the business education KCC supplies, the girls are doing great,” I replied. “Plus, we have hired a lot of people with good business experience and are going to hire a lot more.”

We talked about a variety of topics for over an hour before they left. Then I had a meeting with Richard Bozman, the construction auditor and inspector for the new college dorms. He reported that the contractor had finally corrected the inspection rejections on the first dorm and it was now ready for a final state inspection.

At quarter of 2 the people I had called started filtering in and by 2 all of them were there.

I went in and started explaining.

“I told you when I called that I had an immediate alternative job to offer you. I need to explain a few things. The jobs I am going to offer you are not connected to KCC in any way, and do not change the interviews or the jobs that some of you received from KCC,” I stated.

“Some of you may know that my job here is only a part of the things I do. I am part owner of Jones Business Groups and I am president of the corporation. One of the things that JBG does is have a security division that offers security to colleges. We now have seven under contract,” I said.

“JBG signed a contract on Friday that has immediate temporary and permanent manpower needs. Rochester State College is five hours from here. The pay is $750 a week plus $250 a week for out of state expense allotment,” I said

“I have arranged to use the dorms until August 15th for temp housing so the only expense you would incur would be food and laundry. The temporary jobs end on August 15 or you could transfer to the full time security force, if you wanted to move there,” I said.

“Your wife or girlfriend can join you in the dorm; unfortunately, no children are allowed.” I said. Then I added “You can look at it as a summer job, or a permanent one if you want to move there. We are flexible with the schedule. You could work 5 days and travel back for the weekend or work 10 straight with 4 days off.”

“If you are interested I will take questions,” I said to finish my offer. I took questions for almost an hour. I gave them a business card with my cell number, “Call me if you have any more questions. I only have a day or two, and then I have to put the jobs in the paper in Rochester.”

I went home to sit in on Marcy’s meeting and update. Jeanna was in one of the offices waiting for Marcy to finish up today’s meeting with Southern Co-op.

We had a chance to talk about business and it was all good. Jenna was very pleased that Marcy was expanding MAAR so quickly and that the rental ratios were so good. I asked for an honest opinion on the loans for security equipment that Midwest Bank was giving us. Again she was pleased, one that they were all backed by solid long term contracts with the colleges and two that we had gone after more than one college with that part of the business. I told her that I felt I was contributing more to the business now that the security division had grown.

I asked if she knew about the larger plane that we wanted to lease. “I have known that it was a possibility for several months. I also know that you were resisting the leasing until the demand was better,” she replied. “Sometimes Marcy thinks you are too cautious, and that is a good thing.”

“No, I just want every move to be positive and a step forward. I hate to retreat and then go over the same ground again. I don’t want us to take a financial hit because we grow too fast,” I replied.

Marcy and Jenny had finished the meeting and introduced us to Carl Massey and Clyde Simplier, Vice Presidents of Southern Co-op. Every one seemed happy. Marcy asked if I could change my schedule to be here for the signing of the letter of intent on the leasing. Of course I could, without question!

Lorrie was still meeting with Jason and the representatives from BJ’s wholesale; the first of the potential leasers for the shopping center.

Mark, Bob and his engineers were not due back from Altoona until 8 tonight. From the text Mark had sent me the day had been productive. I excused myself from the general conversation to take a cell call in my office from someone in the group who I had offered the jobs to today. I then spent another hour returning calls that had left voice mails.

Cindy had left me a list on my desk. We had 75% of the items needed for the office in Rochester and the rest would be in before next Wednesday.

We had a great meeting, then a light supper and finished out the night with a workout in the gym.

Edit by Alfmeister

The weekend was crazy from Saturday morning on. There was a lot of work to do after the last two weeks. Each college contract resulted in a separate loan to Mid-West bank for the equipment from East Coast Security. It took two hours to sign all the paperwork. Jeanna and both her secretaries were there to make sure all the T’s were crossed and I’s were dotted.

The same issue was there for East Coast. There were 6 more contracts to sign. Luckily each contract had been coordinated with the sales and installation department by our sales contact Robert Bradberry with firm dates for the installs.

Marcy ordered more cars from both Hendrick and Charlotte Ford Nissan. We needed six new Suburban’s, one for each safety director at each site, plus seventy patrol cars. Ten of those cars needed to be in Rochester in ten days. Chevy’s were my choice for patrol cars; for some reason I thought they looked better with the decals and lights. Marcy flagged 10 to make their way to BWI or be picked up where they were. The North six would be on the road again. There was also the need for 20 more cars for the new Lewisburg site.

I had a copy of the security decal design that Rochester wanted us to use on the cars we assigned there. The light kits and the decals would be ordered on Monday. Another thing that would be ordered on Monday was all the equipment needed for the turnkey office at Rochester. Some of the office equipment for Tri State had already come in; it was going to be scavenged.

We still could not come to a final decision on what to do for the manpower that we needed at Rochester in 10 days. We talked about a dozen different scenarios and finally decided to think on it over for a day.

I reluctantly gave in to have Lorrie leasing a multi-passenger plane. With the number of requests she was getting for large charter flights and with the numbers of people needing to come here for interviews and training, it made sense. The sad part was it would have to be kept at a different airport than the island airport. It would have to be leased for at least 3 flights a month to break even.

The cost was horrendous but as with everything the girls did, she had plenty of documentation to back up her needs. We would lease it for 6 months as a trial period. The plane of her choice – based on potential leases – was a Bombardier CRJ 200 ER 50 passenger.

The good news for Lorrie’s division was there were four large retail stores that were interested in renting the entire shopping center. All were scheduled to come next week to take a tour of it.

Lowes had no retail outlet in QA County. The nearest one was in Easton, Dover De., Middletown De, or Annapolis. Walmart had stores in Dover, Camden, Middletown and Easton and none in QA County. Home Depot had stores in Annapolis, Dover and none in QA County. The last was BJ Markets; they had a store in Dover and Annapolis.

All were good candidates, in my opinion. Lowes and Walmart both had tried to build in the county before, only to be rejected because of the size of the store they wanted. With our shopping center being grandfathered on the size, they were very interested.

Marcy, Lorrie and Jenny wanted to have a group session with Ching Lee, Vicky and me about the attempted robbery. On Friday morning Marcy had used the internet to record all the news programs from the Rochester area. She did manage to get several different live clips from the scene. One of them showed us surrounded by police officers.

Mark, Cindy and Mary Ann had called Marcy – as I told them to do – and were quite shaken up. Marcy wanted to have a group session with them, Ching Lee and Vicky sometime Monday morning. Jenny wanted to have legal consultation about what to say and what not to say and to whom, in case anyone called.

We ended the meetings in time to spend several hours working out. I had only been able to work out one day this week and felt it.

Time with Jenny Saturday night was especially warm and tender. Her period should have started on Friday. I knew it had not but I did not say anything. It could have been stress that caused it not to start or it just may be late. With the new job plus all that was going on with JBG the last two weeks, there was enough to stress anyone out.

At two Jenny woke me up by giggling in her sleep. The other girls said that she had done that with them; this was the first time with me. I pulled her close, rubbed her tummy and went back to sleep.

In the middle of the night, in a deep sleep, the answers to the immediate manpower problem came to me in a flash. An early meeting in the morning was on tap.

We were all slow getting moving Sunday but the smell of frying bacon, eggs and potatoes with onion soon had everyone at the table. After the dishes were cleared I said, “Let’s have a table meeting.” It was 7:30.

I looked at Marcy, “Do you have a cell number for your sales contact at Hendrick? I want to know how many of the cars you have ordered are sitting on his lot right now.” Marcy had a startled look as she dialed the phone. We were getting a shipment of cars once, sometimes twice a month.

Marcy responded, “He thinks there are 15 cars and 1 Suburban there.”

“Tell him to have someone there put temp tags on 10 cars and the Suburban and we will have people there to pick them up around 10:30 this morning,” I replied.

I looked at Lorrie, “See if you can find a pilot that can fly 11people down there to drive the cars back.”

I looked at Ching Lee, “Call the North six, see if they want to fly and drive back. Then call Mischief, Mayhem and Wendy and see if they are interested as well. That will leave two spots to fill.”

Edit by Alfmeister

It was only a few moments later that a mobile command vehicle came to a stop at the scene. It was the biggest motor home conversion that I had ever seen. After it stopped, a lot of things happened. Outriggers deployed with warning bells and whistles. The entire side slid out like a motor home, and then a step came out at the door, antennas extended from the top along with a rack of cameras that were moving in every direction along with flood lights.

Four Ford Expedition SUVs screeched to a stop around and behind the unit with SWAT teams exiting from all of them. The lieutenant waved a gentleman over and asked me to repeat what I had told him. By now there were a dozen police officers in SWAT gear around Ching Lee, Vicky and me. I introduced myself and repeated that I was carrying and what we were doing here. I explained what had happened.

The news media was swarming around us. They had TV cameras on all of us. The police had to tell them to move back several times.

Captain Peters said, “I need your ID and permits, and I need to take custody of the weapon since it was used.”

“My weapon was not fired; it never left the holster,” I responded as I handed him my IDs and the permits. I removed my jacket and handed it to Vicky, then removed the shoulder rig I carried the Glock in. I wrapped the strap around the holster and handed it to the Captain and put my jacket back on.

The coroner arrived and started to check out the victim that tried to attack me. The coroner did a few preliminary checks then looked at the captain and said, “He was not shot, the larynx is crushed, but death was caused by the nasal bone penetrating the cerebral cavity, piercing the brain. I can tell more when I do the autopsy.”

They took me into the command center to a very small room. I gave a statement that went from the beginning on our walk until I responded to the 911 operator and answered questions. The process was repeated three more times with three different interrogators. I was sure that Ching Lee and Vicky were getting the same treatment. Not once did anyone ask me if I wanted an attorney, so I assumed that I was not a criminal suspect in the case.

Three hours later they said that we were free to go but told to call before we left NY. The captain gave me a card with the number to call and returned my Glock. It was 11:30 when we finally made it to the meeting to join Mark, Cindy and Mary Ann, an hour and a half late.

Cindy was in the middle of one of the Power Points, we took a seat quietly and waited for her to finish. I apologized for being late to the meeting and asked Mark to continue. He finished his part and then the board broke for lunch. They had a catered lunch for all of us in one of the other rooms.

I took the time to call Marcy and then Jenny to give them an update on what had happened. Jenny said, “I will not be relieved until you are out of NY air space.”

I had to fill the board and my group in on the events of the morning. I did not tell them that I had killed the man and that two others of the gang had been killed by the car as they ran across the road trying to come to his aid in the fight.

The first segment of the afternoon was my part, then Ching Lee, and finally Vicky. Cindy was going to do the final segment about the finances for the proposal. There were then over two hours of questions and explanations.

We were another two hours writing a contract that we felt comfortable with. Marcy, Jenny, Jason, our corporate lawyers and Jeanna were all in on the final conference call to sign off on it.

The office building for security was huge compared to the others, so was the scope of the contract. There were 10 private offices, a large lobby, a break room, an interrogation room with a two way mirror and a very large general staff room with cubicles.

There was a separate company that supplied security for the sports games, but they would report to JBG. They even wanted tag scanners on the parking lots for the sports fields and a guard house manned at each entrance on practice and game day, with the four main college entrances manned 24/7. All the recommendations from our security audit tour were adopted by the board and would be completed before college started.

There were problems for us. They wanted a token force on the job in 10 days, when the current company’s contract was up. That was going to be one hell of a hoop to jump through and – under current conditions – risky. There would be 100 full time people with a supervisor and a clerk on each shift and 25 JBG fully equipped security cars when we were in full operation. Without question, they wanted to solve their campus crime.

The contract would run from June 20 to June 20 with automatic renewals for ten years. We left with a check for the first month in advance.

It was 6 o’clock before I made the call to the captain for an update. I was told the evidence would be given to a grand jury for final determination and not to leave the country without notifying the NYPD. A hold had been put on my passport.

It was 7 when I called Jenny to tell her that we were clear of New York air space. There was lively conversation on the flight home. First came the discussion about the events of the morning. Ching Lee, Vicky and I compared our interrogation experiences. Then we had a lengthy discussion about the contract.

With it being Friday night and after the adrenaline rush of this morning, the normal orgy turned wild. Ching Lee wanted an extended session on the BDSM equipment in the basement; it was one of those sessions that had everyone hot and breathing heavy. I even gave Vicky some lessons on the use of floggers.

Jeanna and both of her secretaries were there as were Mischief, Mayhem, and both boyfriends. They had been doing some more experimenting and were hot to demonstrate their new skills. They rested and recharged while watching the rest of us end the first session. The second session ended well after midnight.

Edit by Alfmeister

My group was finishing up breakfast in the hotel restaurant as the others found their way to the coffee pot. Hangovers were apparent. We had already checked out and the bags were in the car.

We arrived at the college and began completing our tour that we used to design the security system. Ching Lee and Vicky were with me and Cindy and Mary Ann went with Mark. Mark and I both viewed this as a training session.

My group walked along the north side of college. There were three huge parking lots there that would hold hundreds of cars each. Then there was a 50 foot strip of greenery, then a side walk, and then a two lane highway. On the other side of the highway there was large condominium style housing development – better than a slum – possibly lower middle class.

I felt pretty sure that this development was the source of a lot of the college problems and if I could have the data researched by location it would back up my suspicions.

I walked off the distance after I had reset the GPS marker on my phone at the starting point. I was going to use the length of the walk to add in the cost of a wrought iron fence, ten foot high with 6” spacing, with the little pointy things at the top. It would intersect with same type of fence along the east end of the main college and separate it from the industrial park behind it.

As the three of us made the walk I noticed a couple of young men cross the highway a couple of hundred yards ahead of us. There were two more that stayed on that side of the street. They began loitering on the sidewalk near where the intersecting fence would be.

Ching Lee asked “Do you see the men up ahead?”

“Yes. I suspected this was a possibility. That is why I told you to leave your purse and bulky things in the car. You can’t defend yourself with your hands full.”

“Are we going to turn around?” she asked.

Vicky answered for me, “We are here to do a job, not walk away from everyone that we don’t like.”

We continued on, marking off the locations of trees and shrubs on the map as the counter noted the distance. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Mark and his group off in the distance to the right, looking at the buildings.

When we arrived at the intersecting point of the imaginary fences the two men stepped in front of us. The rougher looking one of the two pulled a knife.

“Give us your money!” he demanded.

“I am not carrying a purse right now. I have no money,” I replied.

“Then give me your phones,” he demanded again, “or I am going to cut you and take them.”

“No, I am not going to give you my phone. I need it for work and it had special features like this little button right there,” I said as I tapped the emergency button. A siren started to wail from the phone as loud as its volume would go and a recording started breaking into the sirens wail, “Help police.” The phone automatically dialed 911 after a 15 second delay in case you hit the button by mistake.

Mr. rough and tough yelled, “You’re dead you dumb bitch” as he lunged at me.

I tossed the phone and countered the knife lunge and began a series of defensive and offensive moves that I taught in the gym classes. As I held his knife arm at bay I began working over his face. A finger went deep into his left eye then a fist to the throat as he tried to figure out what suddenly happened to his vision, followed by the massive pain the finger had caused. I followed that with an arm chuck across the bridge of his nose. He had dropped the knife and was trying to get away from me. Taking my phone was the last thing on his mind now.

As he started to pull clear I gave one last palm thrust to the end of his nose. As he fell away I heard a screech of tires. I looked to the highway just in time to see two more men flying in the air and the front of a car all crushed up, with the windshield all crushed in.

I turned my attention to Ching Lee and Vicky, who had their man face down on the sidewalk with both his arms in an arm lock behind his back.

Mark, Cindy and Mary Ann arrived huffing and puffing as I picked up my phone from where I had thrown it. I killed the siren and help message and responded to the 911 operator that was on the line.

“We need at least 3 ambulances, several officers, a wrecker, a supervisor and the coroner at this address ASAP” I replied to his question as I looked at the two men lying helpless and not moving in the highway.

Mark asked, “Are you OK?” between his attempts to catch his breath. I could hear multiple sirens in the distance growing louder. I looked back to the man I had fought. He was not breathing; it was clear that he was dead. I had hit him in the throat as hard as I could, instantly blocking his wind pipe with the mush of his larynx. The palm thrust to his nose drove the bones into his brain, killing him instantly.

Several patrol cars screeched to a stop in the highway followed by the ambulances and rescue squad. The investigation was about to begin.

I gave instructions for Mark and his group to pick up the maps and continue with audit and proposals, explain my delay and to immediately call Marcy to update her and ask for assistance securing the contract. I was sure the investigation was going to take a while, if I needed them for witness I would call.

As police and rescue personal descended on the scene the first thing they did was to handcuff assailant number two who had been yelling and screaming all kinds of gibberish.

As soon as the medics finished checking for life signs of my assailant, I asked for something to clean the blood and slime from my hands and an ice pack.

A police officer approached me and asked ‘What happened here?” The stripes indicated he was a lieutenant.

“Lieutenant, before we begin I must inform you that I am carrying a concealed weapon and I have a permit for it. My name is Roberta Jones, President of Jones Business Groups. We are here doing a security audit and to bid on supplying a security team for Rochester State next year,” I said.

“Let me call for the Captain and a supervisor,” he replied.

Edit by Alfmeister

Wednesday started off strange enough. I cooked an early breakfast for my mates, not that that was unusual but the conversation was hilarious. I had slept with Lorrie on Monday and I spent Tuesday night with Vicky – which was always fun – and Lorrie slept with Jenny.

At breakfast there was a lover’s spat about Jenny giggling during the night waking Lorrie up several times. Jenny asked why Lorrie kept tickling her stomach. With Marcy in Altoona, Ching Lee had slept with Jenny on Monday night.

Ching Lee piped into the conversation, “I thought I was dreaming with someone laughing in the room Monday night.”

After laughing with the others I said, “It’s my fault; I rub her stomach in the middle of the night when I’m with her so her stomach does not growl, she always giggles when I do that,” as I watched Jenny go back for her third helping of bacon and scrambled eggs. She still had a slice of buttered toast covered with grape jelly on her plate.

Jenny had the day off; there were no trials scheduled on Wednesday. With her new position she could work from home, if need be, unless she had a meeting.

We made our way to the office and started the day with meetings. One of the first things we did was the reorganization of clerks and personal for the security division.

Cindy Shaw was promoted to Security Administrator. The college work load and responsibilities would be divided between her and Mark. Mary Ann Johnson was reassigned from the clerk pool to the security division as clerk. I was going to select another full time accountant for the security division along with a pool clerk but Marcy wanted to hold off on the accountant.

Jean Simmons had been my first choice but Marcy shot that idea down. Jean and Mark were getting to be too close after hours. The golden rule in business is “Do not have lovers or spouses reporting to one another.” Marcy recommended Mary Ann and so it was.

If I had known Jean and Mark were an item, there would not have been any play the other night in Warrington, I thought to myself.

Jason and Roseanne were busy writing up the help wanted ads for each college using the Frost Borough ones as the template. They would be posted online and in the local area papers. Then would come the hard work with all the checks and testing, interviews and physicals. The change up this time was that all of it would have to be done somewhere near each college.

Marcy, Mark, Cindy and I spent two hours with Bob and his chief engineer from Bob’s Construction. He had a bunch of different blueprints of guard shacks and a few more of small rectangular office buildings.

Bob said, “As for your conversation yesterday. Yes, both could be pre-fabricated, delivered and assembled there. I can get the licenses and permits to do that.”

“However, one of my former foreman’s parents lives near there. Their health is not good. He left three years ago to go back home to help them. He has a small construction business there. My engineers still draw up plans for him in their free time when he needs something special, and he takes me deer hunting on the state game grounds every year.”

“I took the liberty of calling him this morning to answer some of my questions. To help both of us out, he will construct anything we draw up for you. He can use the work and he is telling me that there is a huge temporary labor pool up there with qualified workers when I explained the time frame that it had to be done in. He told me that he would be competitive with my price. His name is Bill Lamar; he is a very good builder.”

Marcy, Mark, Cindy I spent another hour with Bob and the maps we had used at our presentation. Bob and his engineer drew out rough prints to carry back with them of where we wanted the fence, guard houses, and office built. On Monday they would fly to Altoona with my group – minus me – and meet with the grounds people and Bill Lamar to finalize the construction. Marcy would carry a contract with a firm completion date for the job.

Cindy, Mark and Mary Ann spent the rest of the afternoon working up prices for a standardized turnkey security office. One of Marcy’s accountants that had been assigned the security department expenses helped with the numbers. By the time they had finished a push of a key would print out everything, right down to the key code for the door lock along with the suppliers for every piece.

The week moved on; Wednesday quickly became Thursday and we were boarding the jet again – one of the bigger ones this time – bound for Chemung, NY. A much larger group was going: Cindy, Mark, Mary Ann, Ching Lee, Vicky and I. The plan was to do more cross-training to keep everyone in the loop. We split up into two groups for the tour, met back at the administration building, and combined notes.

We met with their board and sold another security contract. Elmira State College was close to the size of KCC, a nice size, where 25 full-time people and another 20 part-time would do the job. Their present security office would suffice with changes. A meeting with their building manager and a conference call to East Coast put the dates in stone for when our team would be on site.

We flew out of Chemung in the late afternoon. It was a quick flight to Rochester, NY for the last of the colleges on my list. With the longer days we took two rental cars and went to Rochester State to get a head start. This college was the biggest yet – three times the size of the others.

Again we split into two groups with Cindy’s map and went about our task; to say this college was big was an understatement. There needed to big changes in the grounds to make this place a safe learning environment.

With Rochester being this big I doubted that 100 people would be enough, especially with the diversity they had. Their website showed a large Canadian, Middle Eastern, European and Central American mix to the student population.

That meant that we needed to have several bilingual people on staff making the hiring process more challenging, as well as the training.

It was nearly dark when we called it an evening to get supper and go to the motel rooms. This time I made sure there were enough rooms. Ching Lee, Vicky and I shared one, Cindy and Mary Ann another, and Mark a room to himself.

After supper we went to a nightclub. There were plenty in a city this size. The waiter at the restaurant gave us a list of several of the milder ones. I was hoping that Mark, Mary Ann and Cindy would go partying on there own. I knew that Ching Lee and Vicky would get wild if given half a chance.

To my disappointment they all wanted to go together as a group. The group of girls went over the list of names and picked out the one they liked the best. “The See no Evil club,” it was only 4 miles away on the north side of town with a view of Lake Ontario.

As we stood in front of the club I almost burst out laughing. The signs posted on the front of the club clearly indicated it was a risqué club where anything goes. I had been to several in my service days in Japan, Korea and Germany. The band was playing loud and fast as we paid and entered.

There were dancers in all stages of undress on the stage. The girls were down to pasties and G strings and the guys were down to thongs, doing all kinds of body contact. I expected everyone to make a quick turn and exit.

To my surprise Mark and Mary Ann led us to an empty table off to the side. The waitress showed up a few minutes later in a G string and string top to take our drink orders. I ordered an unopened beer. The rest of the group followed my lead. I had time to look closely around the room and at the dance floor. There was a mix of everything, guys and guys, guys and girls, girls and girls and for some the sex was debatable.

Ching Lee wanted to dance while we waited for the drinks. All the dancing here was at arms length so I danced with her while Mark and Mary Ann danced. Not to be out done, Vicky convinced Cindy to dance.

I saw the drink girl return to our table with our drinks. I stepped back to the table to pay for them, not being regulars I doubted they would run a tab. The six beers were thirty five dollars. I handed her two twenties; she smiled and said, “Put it in a string of your choice.” I slid the two twenties in the string of her bottom. As I straighten up she pushed her chest against me and said, “My name is Delilah – if you need anything at all, ask for me,” then she turned and walked away.

I started back to dance with Ching Lee. I noticed that everyone in my group was staring at me. Ching Lee had an ear to ear grin. As I got to her, she pushed herself against me and we began a tight sensual dance. Vicky and Cindy moved closer and even though they were not touching, they were mimicking what Ching and I were doing. Mark and Mary Ann were doing something back to back but both were staring at us four girls.

A couple of dances later and emptied beer bottles, we were back on the floor with different partners for several more dances. The beer had loosened everyone up. Vicky was my partner for the moment. She was trying her best to hump my leg. Ching Lee was with Mary Ann and Cindy was doing touchy feely with Mark. I wondered if Mark was playing the secretarial pool, as the saying went.

Delilah brought another round, this time a cola for me. I was designated driver. This time I pulled the string and slid the 20s across her shaved mound. Reminder to self; handle no change at this place. After they downed the beer and hit the dance floor, buttons were being opened and the feels and gropes were getting bolder and longer.

Several songs later Delilah brought another round, after I slid the 20s into the string again she pulled me close and whispered, “You are with a wild group, are you sure I can’t do anything else for you?”

I noticed some of the other patrons getting lap dances and table top dances. “How much for a lap dance?” I asked. I paid her and she pulled Mark over to his chair while the rest of us girls hooped and whistled. I took my phone and took several pictures with his nose buried between her large breasts. When she left Mark had a big wet spot on his pants. As she walked by me I handed her another tip. At that point we called it a night and I drove the merry group back to the motel room.

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