Bjjonesmylife. Book 2

While we were waiting on Cindy to call back we tackled the map again. I drew in a guard shack at the main gate with a tag scanner. I penciled in a fence separating the traditional college from the industrial buildings that the college had acquired with another guard shack at the one entrance from that area.

There were multiple street entrances to that area. Those entrances would have to be reduced to one and I felt that would be a tall task to get those public streets closed. A security fence was the best option.

I had Mark on the phone working with Melanie back at the office. She had a CAD program on her computer. They were designing a security office from scratch; two desks were not going to do the job. I had repeatedly made the office changes at the sites we took over and Mark was always involved in those discussions. This would tell me how much he had been paying attention to details.

I called Bob of Bob’s construction and began asking questions, “I wanted ball park figures for building a guard shack. Could they be built prefab and delivered on a truck? How far from the gym was he? Could he give me an educated guess for an office structure, say 40×40?”

I had no sooner finished with Bob when Jenny called back with the statistics that I had asked for. She had sent them in an email, but she read them to me anyway. This year’s were not completed yet but 12 and 13 were as she read them to me; all I could say was, “Oh my.” The groups of people giving us their story a while ago were not exaggerating with the claims of crime on campus.

Now was when I kicked myself for not having a price for a turnkey security site. By the time today was over we would be closer to having one.

The clock was ticking and Marcy, Lorrie and Mark were putting things together. I had Marcy use 30 full time people as a base number. I also had her load extra costs into parking permits and stickers for students and visitor passes. I added extra cameras for the parking lot where most of the problems seemed to be happening.

Mark and Cindy had been doing some kind of computer sharing thing on her electronic maps. They were digitally adding the extra cameras to the program and our presentation. Marcy assigned numbers that went into the accounting program that would give the final cost at the click of a button.

With Bob’s estimates for guard shacks and an office plugged in we were finishing up as the board members came in. Needless to say, I was looking forward to hearing their opening statements and what they were looking for.

Albert Kluasman was the college dean. His opening statement lasted 40 minutes. I was amazed that someone could talk that long and say so little. Almost everything he said I had already read on the news story I had picked up at breakfast. Either he wrote it or he memorized it. There was no mention of one security issue. I wondered if we had misunderstood why we were here.

Mr. Kluasman excused himself saying, “I have another meeting; my assistant will sit in for me,” and introduced Alex Bowman as Under Chairman of the Board.

Mr. Bowman had a different point of view and a much different objective in his statement. He began with discussing the problems and the concerns of the staff and the students. He even disclosed a statistic that I was sure few college senior staff ever wanted known. A full 20% of the student body left after the first semester, with the number one reason on the exit form being lack of security and criminal activity on campus.

After he finished he asked, “Are you ready to take the tour so you can evaluate our needs?”

I floored the board when I replied, “We have been on the campus for over two hours and already been in every building and we have talked with staff. I have identified over 100 security faults.”

“We are ready to show you what we can offer you in security, and to show you what we think you need building by building, street by street to improve your campus security by 99%,” I said. “There is no such thing as perfect security. Even the DOD security has been breached.”

Lorrie ran and narrated the slides of the PowerPoint, “This is everything that JGB security offers, from the newest electronic ID cards that could be connected to entrance doors, dorm room doors, and cafeteria charges, as well as most all charge back costs to the student’s account. When the card is scanned by a security terminal the photo ID of the person issued the card is displayed to the officer or college official to see if the person, the card and the on-file records match.

This PowerPoint covers our camera system, data collection and its use, along with tag scanners of all vehicles.” Lorrie had even added standard slides of guardhouses at public entrances; somehow she had Courtney send pictures of the office. She had photos of the security vehicles that we had sent to Frost Borough.

Mark ran his PowerPoint on the hiring process we used: the background checks, current and past employment, the psychiatric evaluation, and the physical fitness requirements.

He then gave a complete explanation of the training all employees would have to go through before ever stepping on campus as a guard, from the weapons, suspect restraint and complaint investigation. He finished his portion of the presentation with our corporate policies, code of ethics and our mission statement.

The next part of the program was mine. It was a step by step explanation of where cameras and guards were to be stationed, also the lighting to be changed. I showed where I would have our security office located by the main thoroughfare, also the fence separating the back public access and the controlled entrance from there. I described the security vehicles we would supply, and the parking permit system requirement for staff and students.

Marcy followed with the cost for our services and equipment. She explained that we would use in-house financing for the equipment, the Federal rate plus 1% on the day of signing, with the cost spread out over the term of the contract. There would be no loaded up front cost or balloon payments required. Marcy said, “I have worked up the cost based on today’s Federal rate for 120 months, with 30 full time employees. Part time employees will be billed as a contract extra, on an as needed basis for sports events and such.

“We are going to be doing a lot at this campus in a short time. The college is going to be responsible for acquiring all necessary permits for the guard shacks and office,” I added to the conversation. The discussions lasted until almost 2 before we reached agreement on the terms and conditions.

While we were giving the presentation Cindy and several more of the clerks had been writing a contract based on all the presentation that they had helped us put together. They had also been listening to the discussion of the final terms and agreements. Cindy emailed the contract for review, print and signatures on the attached letter of intent.

Marcy used one of the printers to print out the contract, a copy for everyone in the room. When the printer finished we went over the contract item by item, made several small changes, and then reprinted those pages. The board signed on all the proper lines.

I made a call to Bob and had him call the planning and zoning commission and the inspection bureau for Altoona to question them about prefab guard shacks and building the office on site, and what he would have to do to be qualified, come up here and build it, and install the fences.

As a final after-thought I twisted Bob’s arm for him to fly up here with Mark on Monday to meet with the college’s building and grounds people to make sure all the right things were done and ASAP.

I also suggested that he get lists of preferred contractors that the college used if he wanted to be the contract inspector. I set up a face to face meeting with Bob for tomorrow to finalize the blueprints with his engineer. There was a lot of work to be done in 60 days.

We flew back to the Island. Wednesday was an ‘in the office’ day for all of us. There were a lot of pieces to put together by our in-house team.

Cindy – in what little spare time she had today – had been putting together the info packets for Thursdays and Friday’s audits.

Edit by Alfmeister

The flight to Altoona – Blair County Airport was full of discussion. The type of sales presentation that we did at Lewisburg was a first for Marcy and Lorrie. They spent almost the whole flight discussing the presentation and how they could improve it. I listened for most of the flight without offering an opinion.

I interrupted the conversation to remind them that the presentation was multipart. “The complete presentation could not be choreographed. It has to be broken down into individual segments. First was the research that Cindy had done that gave us a starting place,” I said.

“The next was the site tour. It allowed me to look for soft spots that were potential trouble spots. Those determined where we needed cameras and how many from what angle, fixed or sweeping the area. That also determines how we map out the foot patrol for after hours and how often the spot is visited by the uniform. Does he walk by it once or uses it as a cross point at random intervals? You cannot allow the patrol to be stop watched,” I added.

“Someone planning a serious intrusion into the secure space watches for a routine to know they have 5, 10 or whatever minutes not to be seen by real eyes, assuming the camera operator is snoozing or disable the camera,” I said.

“Once all that is completed you have the framework for your presentation. The three of you read and interpreted all the notes we put on Cindy’s maps very well. You may not have known why I wanted a particular type of camera at that spot. That will come with time,” I said.

“To run the PowerPoint with everything we can offer sets the tone that JBG Security can meet their expectations. That is the one area that we need to stay on top of with technology changing so fast,” I said.

“You remember the big open athletic fields at Frost Borough that we fretted so much over and requested those special expensive cameras, and will have to patrol with a four wheeler several times a day. Now for the price of one camera we can buy a dozen drones with cameras and get button quality video. A laptop, a game controller, sitting 100 feet in the parking lot and the operator can see much more. In ten minutes the entire grounds can be covered several times, looked at by several people and recorded to the servers for prosperity,” I said. “Can you imagine sending the feed from the drone to a big screen on the office wall?”

“The last part is putting your plan out there. Then you look them in the eyes and basically ask, this is our plan, do you want more? This is what we recommend. And then selling them the plan,” I said.

That started another review of the discussions and the process that lasted until we landed at Blair County. Again we had to rent a car from our competitors; we did have several sites in Pennsylvania, but none at this airport.

We found our motel with no problem. This time Mark had a room all to himself. Marcy, Lorrie and I had a room with two king size beds. We went to supper as a group before calling it an evening. Marcy, Lorrie and I made the usual video conference call home for updates. I do not know if Mark partied.

The girls and I spent a while looking over the maps we were going to use tomorrow and doing a little research.

The three of us snuggled into one bed for some tender fun before sleep.

A bright sun made its presence known early. After a round of touch and feel and good mornings we made our way to the free breakfast. To my surprise there was plenty and had a variety of fruits, cereals, eggs, bacon, waffles and sausage.

I glanced through the local paper while I was eating and enjoying the better than average coffee. Altoona was the tenth largest city in Pennsylvania with a population of 50 thousand. Ninety percent of Blair County’s one hundred and fifty thousand people lived within a five mile circle of Altoona.

Altoona was started as a railroad town and in its peak, more than 15 thousand worked for the railroad. Today that number was down to less than 500 and they worked in the maintenance yard doing mostly emergency repairs on trains passing through. According to the article, engines were assembled and rebuilt in the shops during its hey-day. The other major industry was coal mines. The mines in the area were deep mines; labor intensive. The high cost of labor and the environmental attack on coal was the double hit on the local economy.

The city was trying to revitalize itself by making the change from dirty industry to retail, management and tourism. A lot of the old majestic and historic buildings downtown had been saved. Many others – the wrecking ball destroyed.

For the hard working middle and near retirement aged, making the transition into the new workforce was nearly impossible. They had gone from time established, good paying and good benefits jobs to starting over at the bottom.

That is where the Altoona Blair County College retraining programs came into existence. Why they were placed on the college grounds is anyone’s mystery. There were two distinct groups of people competing for the same jobs. The traditional college students had spent years mastering technology and the people in the retraining classes spending all their lives avoiding it.

We finished breakfast and drove to the college to take the unguided tour before we met with the board. Driving through the miles of abandoned industrial buildings to get there was depressing. I could only imagine how some that had lived through the prosperity to living in the now must have felt.

The first thing I noticed at the college was a fleet of street sweepers making the rounds on every street and road. There were automatic sprinklers washing the black coal dust and ash from the walkways and building entrances. I came to realize that the mountains surrounding the area were manmade from the tailings and discarded rock coming from the deep mines. This was another huge added cost to living in this area – just keeping things clean.

We had two hours before our meeting to look around and work on our plans. Even though the college was out for traditional students the college was a hum of activity. The retraining group was a continuous cycle of middle aged and older students.

In the student center I picked up brochures with the class schedules and courses that were funded and available, and there were a lot. There were counselors there and they talked freely with us. At first they thought we were looking to enroll. When they found out that we were a security company they really opened up about the problems and were hoping for improvements.

I listened to stories about robberies, assaults, rapes and drug problems. The number of cars broken into in the parking lots was staggering. The culprits were from the outside and were rarely students. They felt the students made easy targets because both groups of students were funded by Mom and Dad or by the government with unemployment checks and assistance for training.

The group of college employees and students telling their story had grown to a couple of dozen. They all personally knew someone who had been a victim of petty crimes and worse.

We made our way to the administration building where our meeting was to be held. We stopped at the building that had the Security Department sign on the post. What we found there was awful for the problems that were here, a small office with two desks.

A poster on the door said it all. “If you are a victim of any petty crime call 911.We only handle student to student issues.”

That sign made all students easy targets. I could understand why the local police took longer and longer to show up for a complaint and simply shoved them into a file. If the college does not care, why should they.

We had a lot of notes on paper and on the maps and 30 minutes to make major changes to our presentation. The manpower needs here were many times more than anywhere we had been. It was going to take a real effort to correct the problem.

I called Cindy and Jenny on a conference call. I wanted information, a lot of it and quick. This was different than all the rest.

Edit by Alfmeister

Friday night’s orgy after our work meeting was refreshing and recharged the body and soul. Saturday and Sunday I divided my time up between my five mates. I had been gone all week. I felt they and I had been short changed out of our private intimate times together. I reinforced how much I loved them and missed them. We spent time together at home and over at the gym working out as a team.

I made sure that all of us stayed proficient in the self defense training and the offensive skills I had taught them. The strategy was that in an emergency we could go as a response team to one of the colleges.

I planned to expand the concept to include the North six and any of the administrators who wanted the complete training security module. That module would include the defense training, weapons training, the nationwide carry permits and identification badges of the security division.

In those private conversations during the weekend, we decided that from now on two of them would accompany me on all trips. They had cross trained each other and the administrators enough that the business should run like clockwork. If there were problems there was instant electronic communications.

I was going to be gone most of next week to finish up the college audits and make any more proposals, if the opportunity was there. Marcy and Lorrie were going with me and Mark on Monday and Tuesday. Vicky and Ching Lee, Cindy and Mark were going on Thursday and Friday.

The following week I needed to be at KCC because Patti was taking a weeks vacation, plus I has several meetings to attend. Then there were more interviews to bring the KCC security staff up to the needs of next year. They were scheduled for four days.

The weekend was over way to fast. It was Monday morning; Mark, Lorrie, Marcy and I were boarding the King Air, headed to Lewisburg, Tennessee.

Our flight ended at Lewisburg Municipal Airport. We had to rent one of our competitor’s cars there. Just to prevent a YouTube moment the pilot was going to rent the car and chaffer us around. Marcy did a tour of the airport making notes and writing down phone numbers.

As with all my plans, we arrived early enough to make a tour of the grounds with Cindy’s map. We even looked inside any building that was open, including all the dorms. By the time the tour was finished the map was full of notes for us to work with. Marcy was crunching the numbers as usual while Lorrie was putting together the PowerPoint presentation.

I sent a picture of the dorm locks to Robert Bradberry so his engineers could evaluate them to see if they could be updated or would need to be replaced. East Coast security had just patented a new door lock they were anxious to put out for field test. Each lock had a data collection chip and a mini transmitter. One receiver on each floor of a dorm would collect the data from all the locks on the floor. The who and when were recorded for posterity, if needed. The card access to a room could be changed instantly from the security console.

Cindy had put together a standard PowerPoint that highlighted all the services and options that JBG security offered. That would allow the board to have lots of things to think about: it covered everything from tag scanners to a rapid response team for special events. The final file to be displayed on the PowerPoint was new. “Are you ready for your College grounds to be covered by the JBG security blanket?”

The introductions were at 10 sharp. With Lewisburg’s known problems I began the presentation with a prepared speech. Then the video ran showing the security options available.

The next PowerPoint was Lorrie’s. It was based on Cindy’s map and pinpointed locations where cameras would be placed and why, the tag scanners, the data they collected, how it would be used, how long it would be kept.

The next presentation went to Marcy and me. She had just finished updating the numbers from Robert and East Coast. The cost for everything was laid out. The cost of cameras, the servers, the cars, the locks and installation, and the tag scanners was presented. Then I put out the proposed manpower plan by shift: full time and part time.

I passed around the security division manuals. I explained our mission statement, our code of ethics, and the background checks that all full-time employees must pass before a job offer. I explained the training modules and the reoccurring training they would get.

Marcy put out the final numbers for the complete package to be installed and fully functional by the fall startup date. She had both prices by 7 or 10 year contracts.

Next was the open question period. It lasted more than an hour. They were satisfied and agreed to the ten year contract. Lorrie and Marcy began to put the official contract together. They had a standard contract on the laptop. For them it was just cut, copy, and paste the information where it was needed to be, plus the special terms and limitations, and the stipulations for the needed office space. We had seen it in the tour and with minor changes it was acceptable.

When the final version was done a copy of the contract was sent to Jenny, Jason, Jeanna at Midwest and our corporate attorney for immediate review. Within 15 minutes all those had reported back.

The file was sent to a printer where all of us could look at it on paper and the college’s legal team could look at it. I read the contract out loud, line for line. When I had finished their legal team had signed off.

A round of signatures, congratulations, hand shakes and pack up and we could head to the airport and be at Altoona Pa. tonight.

Marcy called the Airport administrator trying to get a quick meeting with him when we arrived at the airport. He met with us for an hour before we flew out. Marcy had a folder and a proposal to look over.

“We are not renting a competitor’s car every time we come into town,” she said.

I just shook my head as I thought, “There is another group of employees and 30 more cars; 10 for the college and 20 for the rental site.”

That is 12 new MAAR sites, the NASCAR team lease this year plus she had been adding cars to the growing sites; there would be almost 500 new cars in service. Then I remembered that Marcy was meeting with Southern Utility Coop about taking over their vehicle leasing program on Thursday and Friday. It was a good thing Jenna was loaning us money at the federal rate; that fixed it for all these ventures.

Edit by Alfmeister

I was the first one up. I quietly showered and dressed. Mark soon followed as did Dan and Ellie. I was wondering what changes I would see in Mark after last night’s fun. I worked on emails as the others dressed and packed.

We decided to go to breakfast in the hotel restaurant as a group. I gave both Dan and Ellie each one of my business cards and asked that they keep in touch as I put their information in my contact list. I wanted to know if she got the teaching job and their other plans worked out.

I put breakfast on my corporate card. We said our goodbyes to Dan and Ellie and headed to an office store to print out 15 copies of the contract. I had been texting to Marcy and was on a conference call while we were in the parking lot waiting for the office store to open.

Mark and I talked about the contract and the question of whether we would get it or not and then the possible changes to the structure of the security division. The security division had gone from one to possibly three clients in less than a week and from 11 to possibly 50 full-time employees with part-time employees pushing the numbers to double that.

One thing was going to happen for sure. Cindy was going to be getting some help and possibly a promotion to administrator level. The research and the bid packets she was putting together for me were first rate. Marcy and Jenny both had noticed and had sent me a private text suggesting some kind of promotion for her.

It took 30 minutes for the office store to run all the copies and put them into a presentable binder. Mark and I each took one and went through it page by page to make sure they were in order and perfect. Mark paid the bill with his corporate card.

We spent the next three hours with the ten member board of directors going over the contract line by line before signatures were applied to twelve sets of the documents. Marcy, Jenny, Jason, our corporate legal contractor and Midwest Bank would have copies; I would have originals in our files. Midwest was going to finance the equipment again.

During the final hour in Warrington, Mark and I, along with the college’s maintenance chief, spent it in the building that was going to be the security office. Joe Banger had a copy of the blueprints along with a tape measure.

We were going to be in the building for 10 years. I wanted a counter installed along with a few other changes that would make it close to the other sites. As with our other sites the gun safe would be in the director’s office and there was to be a secure room for the servers we were going to use. Keeping them the same made our ability to swap personal between sites in a emergency much easier.

The final task was to set up a meeting with Joe and Robert Bradberry to install the security equipment. It was a three way call ending with the time and dates written in stone.

With the contracts in my briefcase, Mark and I returned the car to the MAAR Warrington municipal airport site. We had an hour to kill before the jet to pick us up arrived. The King Air we had flown down on yesterday had made several round robin flights for Lorrie’s rental houses and was in the process of doing one more.

One of the leased Cessna Citation X class had made its delivery of renters to Naples, was returning empty and had been diverted to pick us up. We were flying home in expensive style.

While we were waiting there were more phone calls, emails and updates. The hotel house – as the Horsey property was being affectionately being called – was nearly complete. A walkthrough final inspection was on tap for tonight when I returned.

Marcy, Lorrie, Jason and Jack Slocum had been to the County Airport authority meeting this afternoon. Jack was the senior pilot for Lorries Flight charter business. He was also the senior instructor and able recertify all the pilots. When he was not flying for Lorrie he was an IFR instructor. Even though he was in his late forty’s he had thousands of hours of pilot in command time in just about everything with wings.

There had been an on going effort to expand the airport runways for several years. As in all airport expansions, it was hot topic. The only problem was – how?

One was to move a mile of the major roadway that went to the south end of the island or to build a cofferdam extension 1500 feet into the bay. That was the most sensible one. Drive steel sheeting then pump out the sediment and refill it with scrap concrete and fill dirt then do a blacktop extension.

There were developers that eyed the fifty acres of the airport as high dollar waterfront property and retail property and wanted the airport closed any way they could. The airport had taken Federal Airport Improvement funds that locked it as an airport for years but there were exceptions.

The JBG Florida Vacation Rental and Flight Charters that were under Lorrie made us the Airports biggest and only remaining large commercial venture. Lorrie had leased all of the large hangers that were available. Not only were our planes based there but so was the maintenance shop we were required to have in order to be a fixed base operator, as per FAA regs. There were several mechanics on the payroll now.

Lorrie was scheduling 10 flights a day out of the airport. The short runway was a serious handicap to further business expansion. The county was making 50 cents a gallon on jet fuel and we were using a lot. The smallest turbine engine plane we had held 600 gallons and the G550 LR held 6000 gallons.

Lorrie was getting requests for larger charter plane flights several times a week. If she leased the larger planes they would have to be kept at a different airport. The closest one was 30 minutes away on a good day and on a bad traffic day, an hour or longer.

Lorrie had told the commissioners in a private meeting that time and space was running out at the Island airport. They needed to make a decision and soon. Lorrie was growing a pair and not afraid anymore to show it when it came to her side of the business.

The next thing that was on the agenda was the parking lot expansion on the south side of the gym on the former Horsey property. When we first planned it we had decided not to cover it. Now after the foul winter predictions for this year, putting a roof over it looked like a good move.

With the gym property zoned as commercial and the Horsey property zoned light commercial / residential the permitting process went much faster than we expected. The legal group that Jason put us on to represent JBG at the zoning hearings had things flying through. The permit was going to be approved as either a covered or open parking lot.

Bob’s construction already had a sub-contractor ready to go as soon as everything was signed. I was sure the meeting tonight would approve it as covered parking.

With so many suit and tie office people working upstairs and the gym still gaining membership, covered parking may be a necessity. The men’s night shift was growing by leaps and bounds and would soon rival daytime use. Ching Lee and Vicky were pushing the gym hard in the advertising.

The few times I had to go over there late to work out, it was filled with hulks. I had a feeling the “I can’t tell you what I do” trainers they had hired were bring friends from all kinds of agencies.

I had seen several of the men at the FBI inquisition of the bus demonstration in the gym working out, including both of the black ops guys that had held my clothes. One of them even came to me and asked if I needed anyone to hold my clothes again; he would volunteer any time.

Marcy’s meeting lasted until very late. There were a lot of business decisions to be made and we let the paid help leave at their normal time. We were all antsy by the finish. I had been away from my mates all week and tonight was orgy night, no matter what.

Edit by Alfmeister

I sent Mark to get ice and some sodas. We had a small bag of snacks to munch on if we were hungry. While Mark was gone Ellie, Dan and I made small talk, but mostly they were thanking me for the use of the room. They asked if they could use the hotel’s wireless to look at email on their laptop.

My laptop was still open on the table; the flashing light in the corner of the screen indicated I had messages. I had developed one hellacious password that I used to lock it so that it could download large documents while we were gone.

I opened the program and looked at the file that Marcy and Cindy had sent me. It was the completed contract that I wanted to offer. I quickly scanned over the information then downloaded it to a thumb drive. Sometime before our 10 AM meeting I would stop at one of the office stores and print out multiple copies.

Mark had come back with the ice and sodas so I let him look over the proposal while I made us some drinks and handed them around. Ellie and Dan were still working on their laptop. They were excited about something with her interview tomorrow.

Mark asked, “Are the numbers of employees going to be adequate, and do you think the salary offerings that Marcy had plugged into the formula would get us the type of people we want?”

“I am sure that Marcy did some kind of beginning job survey of law enforcement in the area. You have to remember that average salaries down here are slightly lower than in our area,” I replied.

Just to verify my point I asked Dan, “What do you think average beginning pay is for local law enforcement in the area?”

“Low to mid 30’s would be considered good for the area at home. I would assume the same for here,” he replied.

Mark said, “Maybe we should reduce the initial offer and add more steps in the pay at a faster pace.”

“Let’s run it by Marcy in the morning. But I would like to know we have good and qualified people at the start even if it cost a little more,” I replied.

“You go ahead and shower and then I will and we can get to bed. Dan and Ellie can follow,” I said. Mark’s face went blank. I asked, “What is the matter?”

Mark leaned over to whisper in my ear, “I only have boxer’s to sleep in; that is all I ever wear.”

“That is OK. I sleep naked; let the fun begin with a laugh. I told you I hoped you were not shy,” I whispered back. “You go first then I, being naked won’t be so much of a shock.”

Mark went to the shower and returned in ten minutes wearing only boxers. I followed and a few minutes emerged naked with my dirty clothes folded over my arm. I saw three slightly startled faces. Mark did his best to hide a growing smile. Ellie, on the other hand, broke into a full grin. Dan’s smile took a little longer.

Ellie immediately headed to the shower with Dan looking in his travel bag. I rolled Mark towards me so he would not tent the blankets as I lay on my back. Ellie emerged from the shower a few minutes later and Dan entered. Ellie had on a baby doll outfit that hid nothing. Her full breasts, pointed nipples and mound were on full display through the thin fabric. She settled down on the home-made bed waiting for Dan.

Mark unintentionally moaned softly in my ear to which I whispered softly, “Don’t be greedy; if anything happens we are going to share her,” the expression on his face was priceless. “What happens in Warrington stays in Warrington,” I said.

Mark’s cock was poking me in the side. I slid my hand the length of it. It was a nice one; 6 and a half, maybe 7 and fat. His moan clearly telegraphed what we were doing. I worked his boxers down as far as I could then used my foot to get them over and off his foot.

With his cock free it was straight off and hard and resting on me. It was already dripping lube; I could feel it dropping on me and could feel his cock throb. I closed my hand and stroked the complete length several times. At the head I used my fingers to coat it with his lube. Another moan came from Mark, this time much louder.

Mark’s hand had been resting on my stomach, now moved to my breast. Slow soft squeezes, then he rolled my nipple between his thumb and finger, ending with a gentle pinch that made a gasp escape my lips. Our lips met then our tongues played a game.

I suddenly realized that his hand had moved to my vulva and was attempting to cup it gently. I spread my legs as his hand fully covered it. Then he began a gentle circular motion, not penetrating, just causing my lips to spread my wetness. I knew my clit was poking out between my lips; I could feel the skin of Mark’s palm against it.

Even though Mark was an office worker with softer hands than an outdoor working man, the texture was harder than my female lovers. That texture was driving me higher, and faster than I wanted. I did not want this over too fast.

I stopped his hand from taking me over the edge. I needed time to cool off. I wondered why Dan was taking so long in the bathroom, not that it mattered now. I pushed the covers back and changed my position so that my bottom was out of the reach of Mark’s skillful hand and I was on my knees.

I took Mark’s cock and slowly stroked it, then lowered my lips to the head and kissed it several times before I opened my lips and surrounded it. I teased the little hole at the tip with my tongue. I inhaled to pull a vacuum and backed off to allow his cock to escape my mouth with a loud pop.

When I started Ellie had been on her side propped up on her elbow. Now she was sitting Indian style with one hand on her breast playing with the nipple and the other hand in her crotch and much closer to the bed. She was staring intently at Mark’s cock and then into my eyes.

I went back to the pleasures at hand. I began by wetting his cock from the tip to the hair with saliva using my lips and tongue. Then I swallowed half of it with one plunge and pulled off, repeating the maneuver several times. Mark was moaning loudly and lifting up trying to get more of his cock into my mouth.

Dan had joined Ellie with her in his lap and was watching. He had his arms around her and was feeling her up and tuning her in by pulling and twisting on her nipples.

I needed to slow Mark down a little. I changed tactics. At the top of the stroke I used my teeth on the head to create a little discomfort. Then with the hand at the base of his cock I squeezed it between my thumb and forefinger rather hard. Unless he was into pain, by repeating those actions I could prevent him from cuming for a while.

It was time for him to start giving me some pleasure on my pussy. I turned, spread my legs and settled my pussy on his face. I had been reluctant until now but with his cock in my mouth he would be hard pressed to object. If he was not into licking pussy before he would be now.

I relaxed my throat, taking the cock deeper each time. His hair was tickling my nose now. I loved the feeling of his cock past my gag reflex in my throat. I could work the muscles to milk the head of it, I stayed with it in deep until I had to have a gulp of air and put it deep over and over again.

It was a good thing I was using his cock as a distraction. Mark was no amateur at sucking pussy. I would have cum long ago if I had not been concentrating so hard on his cock.

I heard Ellie ask, “How can she do that?” Dan responded with, “I don’t know; I wonder if she would teach you?”

I eased off on my delaying tactics so Mark would soon cum in my throat. I was close to cuming myself and did not think I could hold it off much longer. I wanted us to cum together or as closely as possible.

It was only a couple more minutes when Mark grunted into my pussy and thrust his hips up hard, signaling that he was cuming. I was on the down stroke at the time. Our actions shoved his cock to the root and the deepest that it had been all night. It immediately began to throb as he pumped cum down my throat. My throat muscles milked out every drop.

The throbbing cock in my throat sent me over the top. I couldn’t tell him that I was going to cum, with his cock so deep, but he soon found out. I am not one of those women that squirt but I could feel his movements while swallowing the result of my cuming.

I let his cock slip from my mouth so I could breathe like a race horse. His cock barely wilted as my breathing returned to normal. I moved off of him and onto my knees.

Ellie was on her back with her knees almost touching her breasts with Dan pile driving into her. The sound of hard-hitting hot sex was unmistakable and invigorating.

“Come on lover boy, time for you to put that thing where it belongs,” I said.

“Doggy OK?” he asked.

He lined up behind me with his hands on my shoulders and fucked me hard and deep. I rubbed my clit the whole time and stayed in a state of mini orgasms. As he came he thrust so hard I slid flat with him on top of me. As his hot cum filled my pussy I went through my biggest orgasm of the night and then our cum leaked onto the bedding.

Edit by Alfmeister

When we got to the hotel Ritz South is when we had the first problem. There had been a miscue in the room reservations. Instead of two separate rooms there was only one with a king size bed, a kitchenette, and no other rooms were to be had anywhere in town.

There were a dozen special events going on in town this week and everything had been over-booked. I looked at Mark then back to the clerk and said, “We will have to make it work.”

We spent the next two hours in a video conference call with our group. After two hours we decided to call it and would make another call tomorrow morning at 8:30; by then all the last minute costs and data would be in. Marcy agreed that the morning would be best. Plus, it would give everyone more time to rehash things for a better ending.

Mark and I went to a southern barbeque restaurant for supper. You just can not go to the south without trying one. The food was great. I then suggested that we look for a night club to relax a bit. My brain was getting data dumb from all the numbers that had been run through it today.

With the college out for the summer there was little going on for Thursday night. We found that a lot of clubs for the younger crowd were only open on Friday, Saturday and Sunday nights.

We finally found one that was open and they were a modern country and light rock style club; a cross between old and new music. We found a table near the back.

I ordered a Bud in a bottle with the top still on and a frosted mug. Mark ordered a Miller Lite and paid the tab. We sipped the beer until both bottles were empty and watched the dance floor. They played about four different songs while we drank.

Then I placed the empty bottle on the table and said, “Let’s dance.” We danced several modern dances several feet apart. We even got roped into a line dance that was fun. In fact another couple younger than but older than Mark was giving us lessons.

They had only arrived a few minutes earlier and had been sitting in the table behind us. The girl’s name was Ellie Mayes and her boyfriend was Dan Parker. Both seemed very nice and looked out of place in this crowd, like Mark and I did.

The music changed to a slower hold them close tune. I touched Mark’s hand and nodded to the dance floor. Ellie and Dan joined us on the floor. Mark was timid at first; the song was half over before he understood that I was not going to bite him. I pulled him close – in fact very close – as we danced.

Before the end of the tune I had my head on his shoulder and his arm was across my lower back; it was that kind of a song. My breasts were tight against him and I knew they were having an effect. I could feel it rising and he was moving in a way to not highlight his problem.

After the song ended we made our way back to the table as did Ellie and Dan. As they walked by I said, “Come join us.” After they had I ordered another round of drinks, they chose a mixed drink, Mark a beer and I a diet coke with the cover that I was driving.

We made small talk and found out that Ellie was being interviewed tomorrow at a local high school for a teaching job. She had been working as a teacher’s assistant at a small school in Millersville. She had been promised a full time position when there was an opening, but so had several other assistants.

Dan was working as a part time dispatcher for a 911 center. He had been full time but budget cutbacks put him in the part time group. They were both from Millersville, a small town a hundred miles from Warrington and had been dating for a couple years.

Mark and I danced to a couple more tunes including a slow one that only made his problem worse. Ellie and I swapped men for the next couple of dances. The first one was a modern tune at arms length. The next was a slow one.

I pulled Dan close and asked if Ellie was the jealous type. “No” he replied. “Good” I replied. We danced close. I couldn’t help but notice that he and Mark both had the same problem. I reached between us and slid my hand the length of his nice cock and said, “Ellie is one lucky lady,” as we continued to dance. His smile said he liked the comment.

We took a break to finish our drinks. I asked Ellie where they were spending the night. She sort of laughed, “We had a reservation at the Ritz but when we got here there was no room; they were over booked. They tried everywhere to find us a room but there are none in town,” she said

“They are going to let us sleep in the big chairs in the corner of the lobby. Then when the first room empties in the morning, they are going to clean it and let us shower and Ellie dress for her interview,” Dan said.

“You’re not going to get much sleep that way with the phones, elevator and the door opening and closing,” I replied. “That is the same hotel we are staying at.”

Mark and I danced a couple more dances and decided to call it a night. Ellie and Dan decided that they were going to leave as well. I offered and they accepted our ride back to the hotel. They had the Ritz shuttle drop them off at the club.

We left them in the lobby and when the elevator door closed, I said to Mark, “If they could get a handful of heavy blankets and a few pillows we could move the table and chair out of the way. There would be more than enough room for them to sleep on the floor beside the bed.”

“Yes, more than enough room,” Mark replied. I wondered if Mark had gotten a feel while they were dancing. “I hope you are not shy or bashful. This could get interesting,” I said.

When the elevator stopped I hit the button to go back to the lobby. We walked into the lobby just as the counter person was stacking several blankets and pillows on the counter for Dan and Ellie. He was apologizing the whole time for the room error. I pushed one of the carts to them and started putting the pillows and blankets on the cart along with their bags. I asked the attendant if they had one of those foam mattresses for people with bad backs. He came back with two.

“Sleeping on the floor in our room will be better than in here and safer. We will make room for you,” I said.

At the room, we moved the heavy chair and table to the kitchenette and moved the bed a little closer to the wall. Then we stacked the two foam mattresses and covered them with several layers of the heavy blankets that the attendant had given them. Four pillows and a couple blankets to cover them and they had a make-shift bed on the floor. Now the question was, to see where the awkwardness led us.

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The next week went fast we were so busy. Mark and I flew to Gainesville, Fl, Greensboro, NC, and Prattville, Al, on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday to do security audits. Those colleges wanted a complete security audit from an outside source. They were going to pay for our services.

We spent 12 hours on the grounds at Gainesville. Our jet landed at 4 am and with no traffic Mark and I were standing in front of their security office 30 minutes later. I surprised the hell out of the security person on duty. The lights were on but the door was locked as I tugged lightly and I could see the top of a head over the counter.

Since this was a JBG happening I had my JBG badge and ID in leather carrier like the TV cops use. Jenny had picked out the badges. They were as close to a cop as you could get and still be legal. All security badges looked liked that until you read them. I did not want that kind of ID case but I was out numbered 5 to 1 when we discussed carry credentials when the security person was not in a uniform.

I opened the credentials and placed them flat on the door glass and pounded on it with my hand. The result was hilarious. The chair fell over because I saw feet in the air then the top of a head and eyeballs looking over the counter before he summoned up enough courage to open the door.

By the time he managed to open the door I decided to continue the rouse. In my angriest voice I could muster, “Where is your Chief of Security? He was to meet us here an hour ago!”

The name tag he wore said he was Richard. “He never comes down here. His office is over at the main building. He may be over there.”

I had only been standing in the door a few seconds but I could smell the coffee pot burning dry.

“Have you any good coffee in here or just that stinking mess that is burnt?” I asked. The question must have made him realize what had happened. He took off in the direction of a smoking coffee maker in the side counter.

He turned with the pot in his hand, “Won’t be any good coffee here for a while.”

Mark had followed me in. “Mark.” “Yes Ma’am.”

“There is one of those donut coffee shops a couple miles back. Go get us some coffee and a couple dozen assorted donuts. Better get a couple of the gallon size meeting specials they have. Get the real stuff. We are going to be here a while.”

While Mark was gone I changed my tone and began to pick Richard’s brain about their security and how they operated it. After several cups of good coffee and a donut or two, at first light Richard gave us a complete tour of the grounds.

They had a very nice college. Their security department was well qualified but to small. They did not have enough video cameras in critical areas. The system they had was current and could be easily expanded. They did have electronic ID cards but their only function was to bill meals to their account.

Cindy was at her finest in creating great documentation for each audit. I had close-in color maps of the Gainesville campus. I drew symbols where I thought more cameras should be installed and the direction they should be pointing to get the greatest benefit. I noted areas that needed more lighting for increased safety at night. I also noted that they several areas that needed shrubbery substantially cut back and reduced in height or completely removed.

At 3 I met with the chief of security and the board members responsible for safety and student security, along with the college dean. With the maps, diagrams and my notes I explained my findings. I explained the direction and placement of cameras and why. I did the same with every item on my list.

After an open discussion and overview Mark and I left for the airport. It was 7 PM before we put our bags into the motel room and headed to supper in Prattville, Al.

The same scenario repeated itself at Prattville and at Greensboro, N.C. It was 6 PM Wednesday evening when we landed at the Island Airport.

It would take Cindy two days to put all the findings into an official report to send to the colleges and me hours to catch up on all I missed.

Thursday morning Mark and I flew to Warrington N.C. The intention was that we would need two days there to map out a complete security agreement if that was what they wanted.

We arrived in Warrington at 9 and surprised the MAAR rental site as usual. It was standing orders that no site was to be warned that we were stopping in. All inspections were to be surprises.

Mark filled out the formal inspection form while I talked with the employees. Improving the business plan is always an ongoing effort. The standard questions: what needs to be done at this site to improve the customer experience?

I took one of the older cars and Mark and I were at the college at 10. We met with college dean Mr. Roland Dupree and the ten member board at their administration offices.

Mr. Dupree said point blank, “We currently have no college security for this upcoming year. After last year’s fiasco we want a new company with new people and new ideas. You know the problems we are facing. Tell us the kind of system you would install and how it would benefit our student body.”

By now Mark and I had the presentation down to a science. We described every aspect of the system from the traceable electronic ID cards, electronic door lock data collection, to the camera system. I even detailed the tag scanners; what they would do, how we would keep the information, how long we would store the data and how we could use it.

Cindy’s Google map was now on a power point presentation with camera locations and direction of view. I had a basic number of recommended cameras.

East Coast had finally given us a fixed price and installation cost for the cameras and the same with electronic door locks. I was going to take a picture of the current locks and a count and forward it to East Coast before I submitted the final price.

We broke for lunch. They took us to a very nice high-end restaurant. After the lunch all of us made a complete grounds tour, every room of every building. I gave a risk level for each one and took video. Mark did the lock count and I sent Mr. Bradberry the pictures of the locks. I talked about camera locations and what they would do for security.

The final stop was to the current security office where I discussed how I wanted the office modified to suit our needs: private offices, cubicles, a counter and monitor locations.

I stressed that everyone that came to security was a customer that had needs and expectations and those that didn’t still had expectations of being treated fairly and needed to feel secure.

Mark and I left at 4. We were going to check in at the motel, do a conference call to Marcy’s afternoon meeting and work up a final price and proposal to present at 10 AM tomorrow.

Edit by Alfmeister

The FSU visit had its ups and downs. The down was really disappointing. The original security office was going to take 120 days to repair. There was no conduit in the building. They had started to gut the walls only to find serious structural damage.

That meant that Courtney would still be in the temporary double office trailer well after the college year started with the full security group at work. All of the hi-tech servers and camera equipment would have to be completely installed and then moved after the renovation was done.

The up side, at least there was more than just one. FSU building services had pulled out the stops when they found out the condition of the building. They went all out to make the double wide functional. Instead of the 30 by 28 foot model they found a 75 by 45 foot.

Cubicles had been installed along with a counter. They had even framed up a private office for Courtney. I wondered if the paint was dry by the smell. The big plasma screens that had been sent up in the judge’s trailer had been hung and all the desktops were in place.

The temporary equipment was installed and operating. The ten new employees we had hired were there in uniform waiting to for me. The day shift had stayed late and the third shift just happened to be in the area early. I thanked all of them for coming to work early and for how professional they made JBG Security look. I apologized to them for having to work out of a trailer for the next 120 days.

Courtney was waiting for me to issue the firearms to them as they signed the paper work. All the permits were in, even the three that were going to have to improve to my satisfaction before September.

Sly and Becky were in business suits working as office help. Cindy was on video conference with them about the problems with electronic time reporting they were trying to solve and from eavesdropping on the conversation, they were making progress.

Dean Skaggs had come in and was standing by my side as I listened in. When I turned to him he nodded his head in their direction and asked, “Where do you find them that young, qualified and willing to work as hard as they have been doing in the last week?”

“You would not believe the complete story if I told you. Just 8 months ago they were members of a violent girl’s gang and I came within a hair of killing both of them,” I said to a stunned Dean.

Courtney joined us and asked, “Is there any way I can keep them here another week until we get the bugs out of all the systems? They have been a life saver the last few days.”

“Ask them and then we will call the parents for their permission,” I replied. I pretty much knew that Sly and Becky already had been asked. It would not have surprised me if the parents already had said, “Yes.”

East Coast had installed more cameras than was agreed upon but I was glad they did. For now they were going to be locked to one frequency until all of them were installed at the end of July. They had finished testing before we left.

Courtney and I had a private conference. I asked if she wanted one of the tag scanners installed at the entrance. They were to be part of the Tri County contract so it was just a matter of buying the scanner.

She had given me a long list of items she wanted that had slipped through the cracks. I agreed with them and wondered how I had missed them, part of the learning experience I thought. Most of it was office related. I faxed it to Marcy with a note asking if she wanted Courtney to purchase the items local or did she want to use our normal supplier and have them delivered here?

I would have Cindy and Courtney work up a site list of all the components necessary to go from 0 to a ready-to-run turnkey security site in a package. We were going to do this at least one more time, for sure. Mark was going to find more duties in his administrative hands.

While I had Courtney in her office I told her about the contract with Tri County and asked if she knew of anyone who may be interested from APD in the director’s job?

We ordered a pizza delivered for supper; we had at least another two hours worth of work to do before we went to the airport. I texted the pilots that we would be there at 8 for the flight back to Stevensville and for them to get something to eat.

I had tried working on my smarter than smart phone with e-mails but there were so many I just gave up and used one of the desktops. Lorrie had e-mailed an update on the G5LR. It was going to be gone for a month to Europe.

A stockbroker from St. Michaels leased it and two pilots for a month to take his family on a European Mediterranean vacation. The broker was to furnish hotel rooms and meals for the pilots and pay standby time for the jet and pilots. He was to pay all airport fees plus the standard flight hour fees. The trip was to England, Ireland, Holland, Sweden, Finland and Norway, then fly on to Spain, France, Germany, Italy and Morocco. The return trip was to stop in the Cape Verde Islands then St. Georges in the Caribbean, to Jamaica, and then to Easton. He wanted the jet to be on call at a moments notice.

Lorrie had contracted another G5 to fill in the scheduled flights while ours was gone. Twenty flights had been scheduled for it in that time frame. I hoped that she had all the ducks in a row on that one. I did send a reply to make sure all the records and passports were up to date.

It was almost midnight before I snuggled in tight to Lorrie. It took that long to fill everyone in and several rounds of hugs, kisses and good nights and also for Jenny to fill me in on how the new job was going.

Edit by Alfmeister

Jenny and I did out secret task again Saturday and Sunday night. I noticed when I got dressed early that there was a several empty packs of Captains wafers crackers on the night stand on Jenny’s side of the bed.

Mark, Robert Bradberry and I flew out of the airport at 8 AM on Tuesday to Salem Regional airport. We had a 10 AM meeting with Mr. Tawes to design and give them a bid on a security system. After our meeting with Tri County we were flying to FSU to approve the temporary offices and check out the equipment installation.

I had a laptop with a camera so we could have a video conference with Marcy, Sandy and Cindy. Tri County was also one of the airports that had a MAAR site.

I had a folder full of color photographs from Google earth that Cindy had numbered so I could put them out in order to make a complete picture of the campus. The pilots had changed King Air seating into business seating. There was a small table between the facing seats.

Robert and I put the pictures out on the table in groups. We made designs and notations where we thought camera locations should be on the college property. One new piece of equipment Robert and I had discussed was adding a vehicle tag scanner. It would give us instant electronic record of every vehicle that came on campus and would alert us instantly of problem people going on campus. The data could be continuously cross referenced with sex offenders list, wanted criminals list and others.

One plus to having a contract with the scanner company was that we could add as many as we wanted for the security division at other locations.

Johnson Tri County was another one of those colleges that shared too much information on the net. We used that information to come up with the necessary layout for the camera system in the dorms and college buildings. According to their website all of their dorms had been refurbished over the last two years. My thought was that most likely they had electronic card locks.

By the time we were ready to land we had a pretty good package put together. All that remained were the finer points on the equipment.

Marcy and Sandy and Cindy were working up the cost for the office end of the bid. Robert had given them a list of servers that were compatible with the camera system. Marcy of course was doing her thing; price shopping for the servers and monitors and other office equipment.

Tri County had 400 more students in dorms than FSU and 300 more commuting. Because of that I added 4 more full time employees to the equations than at FSU. One more person on each shift should be enough along with the part-time people.

I taped the sheets together and folded the map when we were finished with it. A few minutes later we were standing at the MAAR counter to pickup our car. There were a couple customers ahead of me so I waited my turn.

The car was reserved by my Fast Tracks Card. I handed the counter person my card as I introduced myself. “B. J. Jones, Jones Business Groups,” I said.

It was interesting to watch the expression on her face change as she looked at the card and then back to me. The rumors that the bosses arrived without announcement were proven as fact once again. My card had my title under my name.

The manager finished up with his customer and practically jumped over a chair to introduce him self to us. After a few minutes of general talk I said, “Give us one of the older cars. Rent the newer ones to paying customers. We have to get on the road to a meeting.” Even though I knew the directions, I asked for them.

We arrived in plenty of time to take a ride around the campus. The Google maps Cindy had printed out were right on the money for accuracy. Mark drove while Robert and I made notations in the print and I made notes on a pad.

The campus was a nice large campus. They spent a lot of money on maintenance and expansion. The sports fields were top of the line with a set of huge bleachers on the football and soccer field. The baseball field was triple A class, the pool was Olympic class or better. The dorm rooms already had card locks of a popular brand. According to Robert they were easy to update with the computer system.

I was surprised that so much of the campus was wide open. The few cameras we saw were obviously in operative and there was no security on the grounds that I saw. There were plenty of people wandering around, contractors and grounds people.

At the administration building where we were to meet we were still a few minutes early. Robert, Mark and I set up shop in the meeting room putting the information in a useable form to give a decent presentation.

After the introductions I presented my complete security plan. I suggested twenty full time people and 10 regular part timers as part of the routine work force. Another 10 to 25 as needed for sporting events to be billed on an as used basis.

I detailed the hiring process that we used and the interview process plus the mental evaluation. I explained the height and weight ratio requirement and safety and handgun training. I passed around JBG employee handbook, code of ethics manual and a general overview of the benefits for full time employees.

Robert explained the camera systems and placement of 250 units. We planned on a security camera in ever dorm hallway, dorm entrance, entrance to all buildings, class room hallways and multiple cameras on the college grounds.

I explained about the ID cards and demonstrated their use by accessing the KCC security system. I would have used the JBG system but I did not want Mark to know what our personal system was capable of.

Marcy sent the numbers in an e-mail and joined us by web conference meeting. She did her number thing breaking down the cost. Robert had been e-mailing the final equipment and installation numbers to her while I was doing my part.

The contract included: updating all door locks to data collection units, new programmable student and faculty ID cards, 250 cameras, 20 full time and 10 part time regular employees, and ten 1000 terabyte servers for security data storage as well as ten security cars and tag scanners at the two entrances. Part time employees above the 10 would be billed separately as needed.

Marcy explained that the equipment cost would be financed by JBG’s Bank and the cost split over the term of the contract so there would be no up-front load cost and a level monthly payment. The college was to supply office space.

Two hours later at 4, after a thorough discussion of expectations and delivery promises, we were in the King Air flying to FSU with a signed proposal in my brief case that was only waiting for a legal review to be final. We were going to check out the progress on the security system installation and the temporary office trailers and to pick up Sly and Becky. Our day still had a lot of hours to go.

I spent the entire flight to FSU on video conference with Marcy, Jason and Cindy to get the ball rolling. There were job postings, background checks and a North Carolina business license, just to get started.

Edit by Alfmeister

I worked at KCC for the rest of the week. Patti, HR and I worked on hiring the several more full time people to meet the needs of the athletics department. They were going to be working a 4 to midnight shift to be able to go to sporting events as guards and chaperones.

Patti going on vacation the last week of each of the next three months would complicate things a little. Admin was going to assign me one of the pool secretaries when she was gone.

Another complication was Mr. Jackson had sent me the list of colleges that wanted security audits completed for their campuses. They needed to be done ASAP in order to make the necessary changes before the fall startup.

I had already called Johnson Tri County of Salem, North Carolina. In fact, I had talked with them twice. Mark, my administrator, Robert Bradberry from East Coast security and I were flying down to look at the college’s security needs on Tuesday. Cindy was printing off a complete low level color map of the campus from Google Earth. I would use the map to lay out the camera system.

Butler Tawes was the Chairman of the board of directors for Johnson Tri County. He and Dean Skaggs were old close friends, I gathered from my conversations with him.

I asked if he knew the cost that FSU were going to pay for the new security they were going to get?

“Yes, David and I discussed at length what they were getting and the cost, he even let me read over the contract. I talked with him yesterday. He spoke very highly of the people you had on site a week early because of the problems. He said that you had a system in place that you could demonstrate for my people when you come to talk to us,” he said.

Mr. Jackson had said there were only a few, there were 8. I was going to be spending a lot of time away from home this month. I decided that any of them that I could drive to in four hours or less I would drive to; the others I would fly to. I printed out the attachment and also sent it to my JBG email account. Yes, I also had one of those now. Email was now getting to be a big time consumer.

I could just imagine the stream of phone calls, faxes, letters and time it must have taken before email to do anything. Now, simply click attach to everyone involved and wait until they all responded.

Gainesville Regional Advanced Education Community College in Gainesville FL, 2000 student’s, co-ed Dorm’s. A fast growing college in an area growing with new manufacturing jobs as a result of the exodus from the heavy unionized north, high taxes and over regulation.

Larger companies had to find a way to cut cost in order to keep their manufacturing in the USA or send it overseas. Many had decided to move south and states were fighting each other offering incentives to companies willing to make the move. The Gainesville area offered a good skilled labor pool with the reduction in the space and support program under the current Washington administration and offered excellent infrastructure.

Greensboro Community and State College in Greensboro, N.C. There were 1500 students in dorms and 1000 commuting. Greensboro was the third largest city in North Carolina.

Like Gainesville it had been hit hard with the government cutbacks, this time military ones in the advanced aeronautics. A forward looking community administration with an advanced growth plan saw the problem coming. They began courting companies two years before other areas even acknowledged there may be a problem. They had captured several major northern companies looking to make a move and had a highly skilled technical workforce readily available.

Warrington County Community College located in Warrington N.C. They had 850 students in dorms and 500 commuting. Warrington was one of the colleges that had a shooter on campus this year. Six students were injured, none serious – the shooter took his own life. He was a previous student there that had been expelled for problems. The lawsuits coming their way were already horrendous for the failures of their security.

Prattville Community College of Alabama. Prattville was an advanced education faculty in engineering and electronics. They had 500 students in dorms another 250 commuting. Prattville had been in the news lately over a hazing incident and sexual misconduct between students and faculty. The entire College Board had been replaced last year along with a dozen professors. I remembered the Prattville group; I had met with them separately on the first day about security issues.

Tennessee Community College of Lewisburg was next on the list. They had 500 students that were in dorms and 200 commuting. They had problems of a different kind. Two students had been killed in a fight that had started in a bar with non-students who followed them back to the campus. The college was being sued for a huge amount of money over the lack of security. There had been issues for several years that had been covered up.

Blair County Community College in Altoona, Pa. A state funded community college in coal country. Hit hard by the downturn in the industrial Midwest. Coal and timber had been the major employers. Now there were no jobs in coal.

The college was basically two separate colleges in one. It had 600 students in dorms and another 600 that commuted in the normal four year college setting. Then there was a retraining center funded by the state and federal government for the long term unemployed. This was on a joint parcel of land like a vocational training center. Part of the evening technical training was carried out in the same classrooms as the traditional program.

Because of the high unemployment, petty crime was a real problem against college students. Robberies and assaults were record setting. The local police were turning a blind eye to the problem. The police department had been through a series of cuts and the college was concerned. It was only a matter of time before the worst presented itself.

Elmira State College at Chemung County N.Y was next on the list. 800 students in dorms, another 400 commuted. The college was big into basketball, football, swimming, soccer, and baseball. There was a huge diversity in the student population. Elmira was another troubled college; they were on our list for a Rape prevention seminar in September. Not only were there crimes against students but the staff as well. They were being sued over the lack of security because of the death of several students last year in a street brawl that had spilled onto the campus.

Rochester State College at Rochester, New York was next on the list. On the east side of the city, it was a huge college that had fallen on hard times along with the city. The industrial base had left for the Canadian side of the border. The city had great shipping ports on Lake Ontario but heavy unionization had hurt the port, driving business elsewhere. There were still a lot of grain and ore being shipped but the city was in trouble.

The college had remained solvent, but crimes against and by the student population were growing. There were reports of gang involvement. The current security company was quitting at the request of the College Board. They had made it quite clear they were looking for a new company. There were 3000 students in dorms, another 1000 commuting and 1500 staff. They had been talking at length with Dean Skaggs and I had met with them at the conference. At the time I did not know they were that serious.

Tonight was the start of the three day cycle that were Jenny’s best days to get pregnant. Plus, it was orgy night again and Mischief, Mayhem, and their boyfriends wanted to put on a show for us. We were going to disappear from the action long enough for me to insert tonight’s dose.

Jenny and I helped get the orgy started and we all enjoyed watching Roseanne and Corry with their boyfriends. The boys were definitely into the rough side of sex. Roseanne and Corry both kept asking for it to be harder so they weren’t resisting anything Brad and Dennis were doing to them.

After the first round Jenny and I made our way to our bedroom. I gathered up the equipment I needed and took the glass vial out of the liquid nitrogen tank to let it thaw while I was getting her ready.

I lubed, inserted the speculum and locked it into the open position. I scored the vile and sucked the contents into the special syringe. As I looked into her pussy to observe the opening to the uterus I immediately noticed that it looked different than the times before. There was a definite mucus plug where the opening should have been and her uterus had darker red color.

That was some of the changes that the video said I would see if we were successful, but I was not sure. Jenny said that she had her period only it was a real light one. So she could not be pregnant – could she? She had an upset stomach a couple of times in the morning in the last week or so.

I was not going to say anything to get her hopes up and I tried not to show my excitement. But I was not going to damage the mucus plug just in case. I quickly suggested that we do a change this month. I was going to discharge the contents of the syringe against her cervix like a cock would do.

Jenny happily accepted the change without question. When we finished I placed a pillow under her gorgeous ass elevating it some. After a few passionate kisses I went back downstairs to make sure the two cocks down there did not start looking for a new hole to play with. I stayed until they left to go home.

Tonight was the last night that Roseanne and Corry were spending in the guest rooms. Their furniture was being delivered to the small farmhouse tomorrow. They were eager to be on their own.

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