Bjjonesmylife. Book 2

I went immediately over to the gym after changing. I still had not heard a word about today’s activities. Everything was buzzing with activity. Kim was working the cash window. The lobby was full of people waiting for tans. With the graduation season upon us the perfect tan was a must.

I looked into the training room – Jamie was about half way through her course with this group of five. I quietly closed the door and went upstairs. There were three sitting at the meeting table with a stack of paperwork. Marcy came out of her office and must have read my mind.

“The last one is with the doc and the other with Jason and Courtney. So far they have all checked out quite well, are very interested and appear to really want the jobs. I have the room keys for them. They are two to a room, all with double beds over at the Holiday East. Having the four women in this group worked out well,” she said.

“I know you wanted to take this group to the mats to see how athletic they are but I have an interruption to that. Donald Horsey owns the property on the back side of the gym. He wants to meet in an hour with you and me about the property. Ching Lee will fill in for you while he is here. She wants the two of you to warm up on the mats before this group is finished, I think in about fifteen minutes,” Marcy said.

“Have her hands healed enough for her to do that?” I asked.

“The doctor cleared her this morning. She says she is ready to work you over,” Marcy replied with a wink.

“Corry and Roseanne asked if there was any study material they could have to prep for their interview on Monday. I think they really want the work,” I said.

“I have learned the hard way that there was a lot of truth in the statement when you said, ‘The younger you hire them the easier it is to train them like you want them.’ Some of the experienced temps and help I hired still are not where I want them to be and resist doing things the way I want unless I get firm with them,” she said. “Call them and have them stop by tomorrow. I will put something together for them.“

“They both were in the running for the debating team until the last round and were really good in a lot of areas. I know they are good at putting reports and data together.”

I met Ching Lee at the lockers and suited up. After a few warm up moves, we were on the mats. Normally we would start out with the light stuff, disarming each other with fake knives, a rubber gun or an assortment of other kinds of weapons used on the street. We would then work our way up to the more advanced stuff, ending with the pogo sticks with the leather ball on each end.

Today she wanted to start with them and started out aggressive. Within minutes we were both huffing and puffing. We had both been knocked on our ass several times. When we finally called break we had a large audience, including the four female applicants. We had been at it for over fifteen minutes.

As Ching Lee and I took off the heavy padding, I spoke to the four ladies. “What we are trying to find out here on the mats is what kind of self defense training program we need to put together for you to be proficient. It will have no bearing on the decision to hire or pass over you today,” I said.

“Ching Lee and I will demonstrate then each of you will get your chance to act and react with her accordingly,” I said.

Ching Lee produced a rubber knife and we began to play off each other’s moves. She was thrusting, swiping and jabbing. I was blocking, dodging, and staying clear. When we ended a move in a hold and a stalemate one of us shouted, “Clear” and we both jumped back to start again.

We stopped and motioned to two of the candidates to come onto the mats. I had not been introduced to any of them yet. I only knew them from names on a temporary id tag. I felt a little bad about that but that would soon be corrected after the meeting with Mr. Horsey.

We were just about to start when I was paged to come to the office. I met Donald Horsey in the lobby and escorted him upstairs to Marcy’s office. I was toweling sweat from the heavy exercise off as best I could. I would have loved to have had a quick shower first.

After the introductions, Mr. Horsey began, “My wife and I moved to Arizona ten years ago for health reasons. We came up for the funeral of my brother and his wife. They were both killed in an auto accident on the beach highway near Rehoboth, Delaware. Neither one should have been driving anymore.”

“I have been trying to get my wife to agree to sell the property. Every time she agrees, by the time I get things set up with a realtor she changes her mind. We have been stuck in traffic every day at the beach where we are staying. We went to Annapolis and were stuck in another traffic jam coming over the bay bridge for 6 hours, an accident or something. She has agreed to sell again. I want a fast sale before she changes her mind again,” he said. “We have no reason to come back here anymore.”

“I was surprised to see this place booming when we stopped at the house a couple of times. I am hoping you might be interested in buying the property for expansion on a quick sale. There are four acres just like the lot this place is on, long and narrow, with the house next to the highway. The house is 30 years out of date. I’m sure everything needs to be replaced. We were getting ready to remodel when we were forced to move to a hot dry area,” he said.

“I have a copy of the deed, tax documents, and parcel numbers so you can check it out if you are interested. I want $125000 an acre; $500 thousand total. I know it would bring a lot more if we put it in capable hands but that could take months and maybe side-lined again,” he said.

”May I borrow the deed and lot number for a minute?” I asked.

I went to Jason’s office where he and Jenny were going over the day’s interview data. “Can you check right now to see if this property is free and clear and also who the rightful owner is and where?” I asked Jason and Jenny.

“Take about ten minutes. We will call you as soon as we find out,” Jenny said.

When I was seated with Mr. Horsey I asked about Mrs. Horsey.

“She is down in the car waiting. I will bring her up,” he replied.

I assumed she was elderly and was right but she was spry one. When we were in the lobby I asked if she wanted any kind of drink or refreshment.

“That would be nice,” Shirley, as she liked to be called, replied. I led her into the gym and to the refreshment and gave her a menu. I had politely asked him what he wanted telling the gym was ladies only at the time as I handed him a menu. He chose a fruity drink. When I returned she had changed chairs and was watching the activities in the gym.

“I ordered one of those decadent strawberry smoothies. It sounds delicious,” she said. “What are those ladies doing out there?” as she pointed to the mats.

“We have the contract to supply security for Frost Borough College in western Maryland. We are interviewing to fill those positions today. They are being evaluated to see what kind of additional training they are going to need,” I replied as her large strawberry smoothie was delivered.

I carried that drink and his as we made our way upstairs. Marcy was in the process of explaining to Mr. Horsey what all the big screens were telling us. When she got to the one about the charter planes Shirley perked right up, “Make flying us back to Arizona part of any deal,” she said. “I hate those big crowded planes with the small seats and stale coffee and some dude feeling me up.”

A few minutes later Jenny waved me into Lorrie’s empty office. “It is owned by Donald and Shirley Horsey of Yuma, Arizona. There are no leases, loans, or judgments against the property and the taxes are up to date. The zoning is light commercial / residential, is currently being taxed as residential and is zoned as light commercial because it is so close to RT 50. It is right next to our property but I’m sure you know that.”

Jason had joined us, “They are in Marcy’s office – what kind of paperwork do we need complete the purchase now?” I asked.

“A notarized bill of sale, 1099 tax form with their SS numbers, a copy of both of their driver’s license or photo ID and a sales contract,” Jenny said with Jason nodding.

“How long will it take you to type all that up? The price is 500 thousand. I don’t see how we can let it get away,” I said.

“I will call Joey – she is at home – and have her bring my notary stamp and book,” Jason said.

Susie Q came over. “I worked for a realtor before working here. I can download the forms. Get me the information so I can fill in the blanks. It will take half an hour at the most.”

I went into the office and asked Mr. Horsey if a company check would be OK. It was too late to get a certified check from the bank this late on Friday.

Jenny gathered up their information and she and Susie Q started the paperwork. Mr. Horsey, Marcy and I went over to look at the house. It had been closed up 10 years as he implied. A lawn maintenance company cut the grass every two weeks and checked out the exterior of the house for any evidence that it had been broken into. The water had been turned off and the pipes flushed with mobile home antifreeze. The electric was on for an alarm system.

The house had been built in the 50’s and never updated. There was no furniture, just curtains on the wall and plenty of dust everywhere. It had been built with a very large family in mind. There were four huge bedrooms upstairs, each with a small separate bath. Maybe the rooms looked so big because they were empty.

Downstairs there was a large kitchen – very out-dated. A large dining room and living room and another bath finished out the lower floor. There was no basement. The heat had been electric baseboard. Electricity was very cheap then, now there was no way you could pay the bill in the winter. Overall the house looked sound. The only question what to do with it. But I was sure Bob could give me a direction to go.

We got back to the gym just as the paperwork was finished to sign. Joey was there with the stamp. A company check, a round of signatures, an exchange of paper and we were done. They were flying back to Yuma on Wednesday in the G5 with one of our stewardess. Shirley was very happy when she had finished looking at the pictures of the G5 they were going to fly in.

With our lot and that one joined together it made a nice parcel on RT 50 worth millions in the future to developers as housing development or a shopping center. It turned the near worthless lot the gym was on into a real asset now.

After a meeting of the minds we were satisfied with the 10 applicants. Jason was away Saturday but would be here Sunday morning to finish the paperwork before they would fly back to Frost Borough with a job offer.

We called them all up from the gym to the meeting room and formally went through a round of introductions before sending them to the motel for the night. They were to be back here at 8 for a mile timed run on the Marathoners and then the target range with Jamie.

Edit by Alfmeister

Friday morning as Patti and I were headed to the college for work the G5 was in the air headed to the Frost Borough Airport to pick up the first ten applicants for the security jobs. It should be landing there any minute.

They were in for a fast paced 3 day weekend of mental and physical testing. We had agreed to pay them for the three days if they were not given a job.

Today they were going to hit the couch with Doctors Rich and Moore to make sure their heads were on straight and there were no hidden problems or hang up from the sand box or parental issues. Then the good doctor Marion Days was going to do a general physical. Abby was going to draw their blood and collect urine for the Doctor. He was going to have the standard employment battery of test run on it including social transmittal kind. They were going to get two EKGs, one at rest on the table and one on the tread mill. Carla was the EKG expert for the emergency center so she was in charge of that.

The five that were done in the morning were going to take the gun safety course in the afternoon then be interviewed by Jason and Courtney. The remaining five were going to take it in the evening and be interviewed. The five that had the afternoon gun class were going to spend the time on the mats in the defensive training class getting the crap beat out of them by one or more of us girls.

We hoped that by the early Friday evening all ten would be past the physical and interview process. We wanted Saturday to be target shooting and the shoot, don’t shoot course, and then Saturday evening would be the timed mile run on the tread mill. All of the gym time had to be worked around male and female gym times.

We were going to make no extra consideration for the female applicants; they were all going to have to meet the same standard. I had taken averages of male and female strengths and then averaged them again to come up with a baseline for the job. They have had two weeks to get in better shape. I hoped they had all used the time wisely.

Bob’s construction had the addition nearly completed. Enough was completed so that the rooms could be used as we needed them for interviews and the physical evaluations. They were already putting Mason cubicles together opposite the private offices for the clerks and secretaries. The phones lines and computer wiring were already done and waiting for the plug and play people.

Two of the new big air conditioning/heat pump units had been installed on the loading dock. All the ceiling units had been installed in all the offices and were working. It was a good thing.

Marcy and Jason were going to interview for more office help on Monday, including a personal secretary and two assistants for him, along with another dozen clerks. The admin work was mind boggling. There were stacks of information waiting to be input into the system everywhere and it was growing every day.

Marcy, Lorrie, Ching Lee and Vicky were all going to get another full time clerk assigned to them to try to catch up and stay ahead of it. We were going to add two more administrative people to the four that we already had.

We had full intentions for Jason, Ching Lee and Vicky to begin the audits in two weeks with Rebecca and Randy filling in for Jack. On top of that the preliminary work had been started on four more auto rental sites. Things were hopping and it was showing on the girls.

I filled my day at the college dealing with yearend tasks, doing dozens of reports for the state and county related to student incidents that we had to report. In between the reports I was dealing with students in the process of leaving. Many had started cleaning out their dorm rooms and were leaving bags of trash everywhere. I had more than one call for suspicious bags left in hallways, stairs or outside. The camera system saved us a lot of grief.

When a package was reported I look at the location and backed up that camera until we found when and who left it there. Then I hunted them down and had them remove it.

Maintenance, on the other hand, was overwhelmed with unwanted furniture and the like. It was so bad that they had several extra dumpsters put by the dorms.

Several times I resisted the urge to call the gym to see how the process was going there. I figured that if all the applicants had decided that they wanted nothing to do with us, someone would have been anxious to call.

At two Patti announced that agent Barnes from the FBI was on the phone for me.

“Hello, this is BJ. How can I help you?” I asked.

“This is Barnes, FBI, we are done with the bus. You can have someone pick it up,” he said.

“The agreement was that you were going to take it to Shots Salvage in Denton when you were finished with it,” I said.

“We lost the address and the boss said we weren’t paying to have it hauled away. By the way, they will need a trailer to load it on or need to bring tires to put on it. They blew out before they got the fire out,” he said. “Hurt four of our people when they did.”

And these are the guys that are protecting us. I am really worried now, I thought.

“I will give them a call to see if they can handle it,” I replied.

“By the way, we have closed the investigation and there will be no charges. If you build any more bombs, send us an invitation, the engineers and experts were damn impressed and will most likely call you with more questions,” he said. And then he hung up.

I made the call to Shot’s Salvage and filled them in. “If it is not worth the tow then send us a bill for the difference,” I told them.

It was soon time for Patti and me to leave. I had started to pack things up when Mischief and Mayhem walked in all bubbly.

Corry talked for both of them like she usually did, “Things might be looking up. Both our boyfriends have found jobs that will pay the rent. Now all we have to do is hope for the best next week when we interview with Marcy and Mr. Coles.”

“I knew they were interviewing next week but I do not see a list of whom any more. What position did you apply for?” I asked.

“We applied for clerks and administrators; I think we could do either by the job description. We applied to several places but you are the only place we have heard from. If you can get us any study material or literature to go by that would help, we would appreciate it. We really want to stay in the area and not go back home,” Roseanne said.

“What time is your interview?” I asked.

“Two,” Corry replied.

“I will see what I can find out and call you tomorrow. I guess you got the word that there is no orgy this weekend. We are interviewing and testing the first ten applicants for the Frost Borough security jobs. They were flown in this morning and staying until Sunday afternoon. For security jobs you get put through the wringer,” I said.

“Yes, that is disappointing and next weekend will be too busy with graduation. Maybe we can get together mid-week for some fun with all of you,” Corry said. “It is so much more fun with all of you there. I think we are closet voyeurs,” she added as they both laughed.

“You are not alone; I think the girls are also,” I replied with a grin.

It took several hours to fill everyone in on my day at the Ghetto, it was the only name I could think of for the place they took me. That is what it had looked and smelled like, and reminded me of.

I paid much closer attention to Marcy’s financial report, along with the projected expenditures for the new cars we had ordered; we were in great shape. In fact Marcy wanted to move faster on adding several new car rental sites.

I was thinking about the closed shopping center across the street and put it out there for discussion. If the building was in good shape and could be purchased for the right price it could be a good investment. We could do a little clean up and possibly lease out the shops – there were 15 of them – at a rate more competitive to the eastern shore for a long term investment.

The current owner had run the shopping center into the ground by trying to charge Washington DC rates in an area that was economically depressed with a shrinking economy.

The thing I had in mind was to use it as part of our expanding business base. We could fence in the parking lot to store new cars and the ones removed for service. The parking lot could easily hold more than 150 cars. Two of the stores in there were big open grocery stores. We could just clean them out and park the new cars inside while they were set up for our rental sites. MAAR used an independent GPS system that was installed on all its cars that had to be installed after purchase and removed at disposal.

The next possibility was to convert some of the store fronts to office space for ourselves and also to lease out to others. We had done the last expansion here without closing the gym or moving it. We could move the gym over there or the offices over there. I really liked both where they were together at one location.

The center was to be open for inspection on the day before the sale. We decided to have a commercial inspector look at it that day. Marcy was going to talk with Jenna to see what the best route to finance the property would be.

The next discussion was about the graduation festivities. Marcy, Lorrie, Ching Lee and Vicky as well as our four Administrators were all graduating a week from Friday. All of them had a couple final exams to take on Friday and Monday. Rebecca and Randy were coming back tomorrow, a day later than the initial plan.

Randy had been busy while he was Naples. All the rental houses were now completely furnished and were rented most of the time. Jeanna or one of her personal secretaries had made regular trips to oversee the furnishings. I suspected that Randy was getting plenty of pussy when they were there. On our video conferences they all looked very tired and Randy looked pussy whipped.

The final exams were just a technicality. They had all the credits locked in to graduate and the college work program was going to be expanded next year, it had been so successful. Of all of the students, a full 100% that had joined the program had permanent jobs in their field after graduation while the employment rate for the others was 30%.

Marcy had rented the large dining hall at the Inn for a graduation dinner for all my mates, our administrators and all their families that were making the trip to the shore. She had even invited the clerks, temp secretaries and staff from our office that we worked with.

Thursday morning when I logged into the computer at the college there was a message that I had an important meeting with the board at 10. “Here is the bad news,” I thought. They had a day to digest all the events of Tuesday, from the sideways turn at the demo to the over-appreciative speech by Dean Skaggs. On top of that I wondered what kind of investigation was still in the works with the FBI and HLS. Patti had not said anything about any communication or rumors coming out of HR.

I continued through the e-mails until 10. Then I walked over to the administration building. They were still in the meeting when I arrived. I worked on the house computer getting my work caught up that I missed yesterday. At 11 I was asked to come in to the meeting room.

The mood was upbeat and some of the board members were joking and laughing. I immediately felt a little better but there were people that would laugh and carry on at a mass murder scene so I wasn’t completely at ease. I had brought the final safety and security statistics for the college year in case the e-mail had been misleading.

Bob Jackson started the meeting off by asking how my day went yesterday.

“Do you mean the strip search? Or the one on one interview with the Gibbs clone on steroids? Or the joy of building more bombs with dozens of engineers and experts looking over your shoulder?” I replied. “But I would have to say watching the Laurel and Hardy fire department try to put the bus out again with 2 pound fire extinguishers was hilarious, heck it might be still burning.”

“Other than that it went OK,” I replied.

“We received quite a few responses on the conference comment cards. There were a few that were critical of the bus event. But most of them were positive, even eye opening I believe several of them said. Most of the comments remarked on how realistic you made the terrorists attack look.

There were lots of requests in the sessions yesterday wanting to know if we would permit you to do security audits of their colleges. After that little speech by Dean Skaggs there may be more involved, we suspect,” Mr. Jackson said. “My secretary is putting together a list of them for you.”

“Dean Skaggs was impressed with your choice for Security Director at Frost Borough and was pleased to meet her on Tuesday. Apparently she has very good qualifications for the post,” Mr. Jackson said.

“She had a two year degree in criminal studies before going to the police academy, finishing in the top 5% of her class. Then completed a series of courses on gang violence and drug trafficking and their effect on society. She worked everything from traffic to undercover,” I replied. “The interviews for the first 10 positions there are starting tomorrow. We have to have half of the staff on site June first, the rest of the staff on September 1st.”

“Looks like the girls have a lot of things to keep them busy,” he said.

“So busy that we are expanding the offices at the gym again and hiring more people,” I said. “It is their business and they are doing very good with it. I’m proud of all of them.”

“There was a rumor that you might be leaving,” he said.

“No truth to that one, I will be here a long time,” I replied. “Jenny and I intend to keep our day jobs. The security division is under my part of the business but we have enough division of authority in the business that any one of them can run it.”

“We have approved the addition to your budget for more full time manpower to your department next year and the expansion of armed security guards for the sports trips,” Mr. Jackson said. “That is all we wanted to hear – that you were staying and to find out how things went yesterday.”

Edit by Alfmeister

It was an interesting night. First off, the adrenalin rush of today’s events had left both Vicky and I horny as hell and Tuesday night was our night together. What started out as tender love and sex turned into a wild and aggressive fuck fest. The others were drawn into the room with all the grunting and screaming we were doing. The bed headboard slamming the wall like a pile driver was like a telegraph throughout the house. We were both using the largest of the pump-up dildos.

They may have been in the room and doing their thing together but none made any attempt to get into the bed with us. We were both going to be bruised and very sore tomorrow, if we could even walk straight. It was after midnight when we finally helped each other to the shower.

At 6 we were all fed, dressed, and ready to go our separate ways this morning. Jenny was going to Annapolis to prosecute another big case for the task force. This trial was expected to last several weeks.

Lorrie, Marcy, Ching Lee and Vicky were going over to the gym offices. Marcy was working on several more rental sites and Lorrie had to furnish the rest of the houses in Naples. Starting the first of the month they all were needed. Both of them would have more help tomorrow. Randy and Rebecca were coming back on the return flight from this week’s Naples round robin.

Patti and I were headed back to the college. Courtney, as soon as she arrived from Annapolis, was to continue her challenge of putting together the testing schedule for the Friday session of interviews and working with Jason on the manuals. Jason was only going to be here for a few hours this morning. He was going to be doing task force work the rest of the week then here Saturday and Sunday for the oral interviews of the Frost Borough applicants. He would then participate in the job offers that followed.

College graduation was next Saturday. All my mate’s parents were coming to stay in the area. Some of them were here and some of them at the high end Hilton in Annapolis.

I had finished the mornings round of hugs and kisses and ‘see you this afternoon’. Patti and I were walking to the Suburban when another Suburban with government tags pulled up behind mine and blocked it in.

“Oh crap, I guess they were not kidding when they said I was going to Washington today,” I said to Patti.

Two muscular men walked towards me. “I’m special agent Barnes FBI and this is senior agent Reams HLS,” The older looking one said. “You need to loose the Glock or we will have to take it. You are going to spend the day with us.”

I unsnapped the holster from my belt and the holster with the mace and handed it with the Glock to Lorrie. “Lock it in the gun safe, please.”

I handed Patti the keys to the college Suburban and said, “I will e-mail you with an update as soon as I know something.”

Barnes drove, I sat in the passenger front and Reams behind me. They started no conversation and neither did I. Since they had said nothing I worked on my smart phone doing e-mails as Barnes drove towards Washington.

Not long after we crossed the city line the Suburban turned into a dilapidated neighborhood that could have easily passed for a third world ghetto. After winding through endless streets the Suburban stopped in front of a large rusty roll-up garage door and waited as it went up before pulling inside.

As we rolled to a stop we were met by two suits and two dressed in black military gear, each carrying an M4. Barnes said, “Get out; these gentlemen will take over from here.”

I stood beside the Suburban and waited. The older of the suits that could have passed as a Barney Fife clone had a wand of the kind that airport security used.

“Take off your shoes and belt, empty your pockets on the floor,” he said. When I had complied with his request he passed the wand over me.

“A bra or are you pierced?” he asked. “No piercings,” I replied.

“Loose the bra,” he said.

I was wearing a short sleeved uniform shirt. I guess he thought that I would do the straps over the elbow thing. Instead I unbuttoned the shirt and slid it off. I handed it to one of the military-dressed dudes.

“Wrinkle it and you die,” I said just as serious as I could be. Then I unsnapped the bra and handed him the bra.

The Barney clone still did the wand thing even though I was naked from the waist up. Then he went waist down with the thing.

“Are you wearing body jewelry?” he asked. “No” I replied.

“Loose the pants then,” he instructed.

I unbuttoned and unzipped them and handed them to the other mil-type. I wasn’t wearing any panties; I rarely did. Today was no different.

I am not ashamed of my body. I eat right most of the time and when I don’t I spend extra time in the gym to work it off. Because of all the time in the gym now and sports at an early age I never had the big saggy type tits. I kept the fat that settles there worked off. They weren’t overly big but they were firm with nice nipples. I had muscles in all the right places from my time in the gym; I could do a respectable muscle pose routine if I wanted to. Owning a tanning salon I had the perfect all over tan for my body type with no lines.

Barney clone ran the wand over me again even though I was totally naked. I stood there thinking how easy it would be to kill all of them before they knew what had happened. The three of them were totally distracted, staring at my nipples and shaved pussy. The two military guys no longer had their guns in their hands. They were holding my clothes like they were going to bite them, staring. I guess that they took the threat about the wrinkles seriously.

Barney was so engrossed with his beeping wand he was useless. His partner was staring as bad as the military guys and had his hands in his pockets playing with his cock trying not to let show. A nut kick to one and a throat chuck to the other one, grab his M4 as he was falling away, shoot the two suits as they were going for their guns, and then shoot the two military guys before they had recovered; just like a movie script. I wondered if I was losing my mind thinking like that.

Barney took my bra and ran the wand over it feeling for every piece of metal that set off a beep. He did the same thing with the shirt and pants before handing them back to me. “Get dressed.” They watched me dress; when I was finished Barney’s partner said “Follow me.”

They walked me through a maze of hallways and corridors to an interrogation room. “Have a seat; someone will be in, in a minute,” he said.

That minute turned out to be more than half an hour; when in came an ex-military. I could tell by the way he carried himself. He had a bulging folder that I assumed was mine. It had just been run off a printer; I could smell the ink and paper. If you have ever run off a huge document you knew the smell.

He started going through the folder one sheet at a time. I can do fair reading upside down. I had seen many of the sheets before, papers from high school, my marine enlistment papers, the promotion forms and rejections, and then there were pages from the state department of my time as a diplomat guard while I was stationed in Asia. There were a lot of those that had whole sections blacked out. I knew what the sections that were blacked out were. I had a file home in the safe that had copies of the originals.

I guess he was trying to psyche me out with grunts, frowns, and eyebrow movements. Those were the only things that was happening other than him flipping pages. Occasionally he would take a drink from a huge mug of coffee. He should have at least brought me one, I thought.

He had made it to the time I spent as a hand to hand combat trainer before my first tour in the sand box. In between tours I served as a trainer several times. He must have read those pages several times before he moved on to the sandbox time; the mission reports and those kinds of things, page after page.

He raised his eyes and said, “A Heart and a star.”

“Yes Sir,” I replied. He kept reading. Several pages later he flipped back a page and reread it using his finger as a guide. “Another Heart and another star,” he said. “Yes Sir,” I replied.

He kept on reading; I knew he was reading about the rescue mission when he said, “You were a Major for a day?”

“I guess that is what happens when you make the wrong people mad,” I said.

“All these letters from senior officers don’t read it that way, especially when they are approving more medals. Just how does a Marine driving a truck see so much action?” he asked.

“The Taliban knew that without food, fuel and ammo the war grinds to a halt. Big slow trucks were easy targets. They also believed that American women were cowards. When I get shot at, I shoot back,” I said.

He didn’t respond to that other than with a grunt and kept turning pages. He was to my life after the marines. I saw the copies of the newspaper clippings of the Food King assault and then the killing of the college rapist gang. “I guess you do at that,” he said. Then he was to the JBG pages of the file. He flipped a couple of pages and closed the file.

Then he went Leroy Jethro Gibbs on steroids. He picked up the folder and slammed it back down on the table so hard the table moved.

“WHAT the hell were you doing out there?”

“What I did was a security/safety demonstration designed to open eyes about a serious gap in student safety at all educational levels nationwide,” I said. “They are going to be the next soft targets now that you are letting terrorist walk across the border at will. It is only a mater of time.”

“Contrary to popular belief, we know who is coming across the border, we only let the good ones in,” he said.

“Just like you only let the good guys like Snowden have top level security clearance,” I said. “I don’t think you can weasel out of that one.”

“Tell me about the bomb. We have the film and the bus is at the research farm. The explosive people want to know what you used. What the hell was in the bags? The fire company put so damn much foam and water in the thing that the test group found nothing,” he said. “With the unusual damage to the bus roof and sides and the frame by frame review they think you developed a new exotic explosive,” he said.

“I have already told your people there yesterday that it was easily available, cheap, and required no special permits. They should be able to figure it out pretty easily,” I said.

“They are not buying it,” he said.

“Then it sounds like I need to get a lawyer before we go any further,” I replied.

Just then there was a knock on the door then it opened. In walked 4-star General Metcalf. He was the general at the Navel Academy Christmas Party and had been the one to promote me to Major for a day.

“Jones, have they brought you anything to eat?” he asked.

“No Sir. They have been feeding me hot air,” I replied.

“Then lets go eat,” he said.

“I am not finished with her yet,” the interrogator said.

“Write a list of ingredients that you need to duplicate what you did yesterday and someone will get them together while we are at lunch,” the general said. Looking at the interrogator he added, “We will assemble the group at the test site with the engineers at one.”

I wrote down all the items and slid the paper to the interrogator who was obviously upset. I stood and walked out with the General and ate lunch with the officers and several VIPs. I had good lunchtime banter with the group even though I felt way out of place.

At 1 I was standing, looking at the bus with about 200 people. The last time I had seen it up close was as we were making our getaway and then it was only a glance. It looked so much different now. The roof was buckled up and the sides were pulled in from the window level and above. It looked like it had been a child’s toy that was on its side and stepped on.

The engineers and bomb experts were ready. All the components were sitting on the back of a pickup truck; even the two large McDonalds bags. The rest of the group was standing well back.

I assembled each of the components. As I finished each one the experts photographed and weighed them. The engineers in the group had calculators in hand discussing all kinds of data from the weights and mixtures. Then they passed them back to me. I placed them in the bag in the same order that I had yesterday.

I placed one bag in the front passenger walkway just as Courtney had and then I placed the one in the rear walkway. The engineers did their thing again; more talk about data and calculations. I waited twenty minutes for them to finish.

There must have been 20 cameras placed around the bus plus dozens of cables that I assumed went to all kinds of sensors. They gave me the order to set off the bags. I asked for a jacket with long sleeves, we were on a gravel parking lot and not on grass. It would have torn my arms up with the dive and roll I needed to do to get away from the explosion and fire.

One of the military guys produced one out of a sedan parked not far away. I waited for the order again. Then I went to the rear of the bus and pulled the trigger on the flare gun twice as I had done yesterday as I dove and rolled away. With no windows this time to hold the heat and flame in, I immediately felt the heat and rush of air pushed by the explosion and fire.

After the experts had all their data, the fire control group put out the fire. There was a round table of the minds while I stood and watched the comedy that the fire control group did trying to put out the fire. I had never seen anyone try to put out a fire that big with 2 pound fire extinguishers. They were going through them like kids with a box of chocolates. Most of the powder was not even making it to the fire they were so far away.

Barnes and Reams directed me to the Suburban and carried me home. It was another quiet ride. As I opened the door to get out Barnes said, “I would not make any more bombs for a while.” I changed clothes and walked over to the gym in time to get some work done over there and fill my family in on today’s events.

Edit by Alfmeister

The conference at the college was in full swing on Monday. Caterers were setting up all kinds of breakfast in the main hall for all the visitors. I had one presentation to do this afternoon and one tomorrow morning. The topic for this afternoon was Surveillance v/s Security and personal rights v/s public access. Tomorrow’s topic was going to be crime and violence on campus – a damn if you do, damn if you don’t. Then I was to participate in the exposition of the after-lunch surprise.

Patti and I had worked weeks putting my program together with all kinds of slides, surveillance footage and tons of other goodies along with legal opinions and comments by people far more intelligent than I. Jason and Jenny were going to be on the podium as guests to answer legal questions that came up in the Q&A sessions.

The entire Governors Criminal Task Force team was going to be guests at the luncheon. You knew the Governor and his group would never miss a free crab-cake meal and a chance to politic in an election year. Plus, Marley Kendall from the Annapolis station was going to do her after lunch segment on the conference. That was all that the governor needed to hear to agree that he was coming, was free TV time.

Kate was going to film the attack with the college’s equipment so we could use it for the break-down and discussion.

Marley was going to do interviews immediately after the attack. The main question was – what did you see? All of that was going to be used in the discussion and reconstruction for the conference, reality v/s hysteria and how much the truth is distorted in the heat of the moment.

Tomorrow, while all the guests were having an old fashioned cookout lunch at the park, my group of bandits would be putting final touches on the terrorist bus attack that was timed to happen as lunch was finished.

The bus arrived behind a wrecker just as the scrap yard had promised. The maintenance guys drove it around to the shop to set up the manikins and secure them enough to stay in place and then remove any unnecessary flammable materials for tomorrow’s demo. They were going to make sure that all the windows would go down, otherwise we would have too much of an explosion instead of a lot of fire. It would be under lock and key until Jason drove it away tomorrow.

I went to lunch with the conference group. Then I spent the next three hours on my presentation, with a complete overview of surveillance v/s security. The question and answer session was lively. Jason and Jenny spent a lot of time with what if scenarios and then more time on the ramifications of what happens if you don’t.

Dean Skaggs from Frost Borough gave a little speech on their past security problems and their new security contractor with long term contracts, fixed terms, and the newest space-age security technology they were getting. He went out of his way to throw in a plug for the rape prevention seminars.

Then he asked if anyone would like a demo for their campus to see me for a business card and information.

I could see the conflict of interest charges coming now I thought when he sat down. I just nodded and smiled.

My program on Tuesday morning was to run an hour. I was finished in 45 minutes as there were only a few questions. I hung around until 11, then did a disappearing act. The bus had been driven past the park where the luncheon was to be held and parked in the park and ride. The fire chiefs, the 911 coordinator and his people, and fire equipment personal were all in the park and ride for the final walk-through.

I went through it one more time; this time I emphasized to the drivers that three people would be lying in the field to the right of the bus. Please do not run over them, they were the gun-shot victims to be loaded in the ambulances and carried to the staging area for the reenactment.

The 911 man was carried to the luncheon. His job was to start the fire and ambulances to the scene at exactly the right time by cell call to the 911 center drill and training dispatcher. By the right time we meant the instant the fire started.

The dispatcher was to call the one engine, tanker and ambulance from the two participating companies on a closed radio frequency. All this equipment was parked 1 ½ miles away from the site on a side road. The State Police and Sherriff department was to close the road at 10 minutes to one and keep it closed until the all clear was sounded.

Jenny was the driver for the attack truck, my dad’s old beat-up loud Chevrolet hunting truck. It was a piece of junk – we should have figured a way to burn it to but he loved it. Courtney and I were in the back with Glocks loaded with blanks.

I had a paint ball gun with frozen balls to shatter the passenger side front window in the bus. I also had two two-shot flare pistols and two five gallon buckets, each containing one incendiary kit. One kit each for me and Courtney to put in place in the bus. Jenny, Courtney and I were wearing ear wicks and a mike so we could talk to each other. Courtney’s Glock was to make the noise so all attention was directed to the attack. The shattering windshield would complete the illusion. We were dressed in black clothes and ski masks.

Ching Lee and Vicky were in the rear seat of the bus and Jason was sitting in the driver’s seat wearing goggles and gloves in case of flying glass. We were all waiting on the go signal. That signal was the sign-off from Marley’s live interview with the governor. We could not interrupt his speech. Kate was to start video taping immediately.

The signal came and Jason started, Jenny followed. At the marked spot Jenny passed the bus. Courtney and I opened up. The frozen paint balls destroyed the window in an amazing display of shattering glass. Courtney rapidly emptied two clips of blanks. Jason eased the bus off the highway onto the grass in front of the set-up dinner tents. Jenny stopped 25 feet in front of the bus as instructed.

Courtney and I went out the back of the pickup. We both had pulled the large McDonalds paper bag filled with incendiary materials from the five gallon buckets.

As I hit the 10 foot mark from the bus Jason exited the loading door to make an escape. Pow, pow with the blanks and Jason made the perfect gunshot victim falling to the ground. The sound of those two shots was the key for Vicky and Ching Lee to exit the rear of the bus for their getaway. I gave them an extra few seconds to get further away from the bus then pow – pow – pow, they executed the perfect victim falling to the ground routine. Courtney said, “Mine is in place,” as she went back to the pickup. I put my bag as far in the rear walkway as I could. I switched to the flare gun and pulled the trigger twice as I executed the roll-away I had practiced. The explosion was much louder and there was more heat than in our test. Damn, they had forgotten to lower all the windows.

I jumped up and ran towards Jason, who was trying to get up as planned. I fired two more shots in his direction as he fell and I made the turn to the pickup and jumped into the back. The bus was an inferno, the roof all buckled and bowed up. Jenny lit up Dad’s old truck, burning rubber as the tires hit the blacktop.

All good plans go FUBAR at some point and this was it. The 911 guy at the lunch was getting his face time with the governor, forgetting why he was there in the first place. He at first was amazed, then startled at the explosion and then remembered what he was supposed to do. He dropped his issued phone and pulled his personal phone and dialed 911. Instead of going to the assigned special projects and training dispatcher as part of the drill it went to the full call board. He simply said, “Terrorist attack on school bus at Grips Park; this is no drill,” It was handled as such.

He was instructed to say for our demo, “This is a drill, terrorist attack on school bus Grips Park, repeat this is a drill,”

The normal procedure was post all drills five minutes before 0 hour in all three counties that were part of the mutual aid agreement. That posting went to all smart phones and the 911 terminal printers and monitors at all locations within all three counties as a flash broadcast and to notify the full call board in each county at that time. This was to reduce the number of sight-seeing public, their friends and media at the drill site. This step was delayed for some reason and did not happen until five minutes after a full three-county alarm was broadcast. The delay was later blamed on a computer problem.

The tri-county 911 calls were monitored by the media. WCCO channel 14 news chopper was over Summit Bridge covering road construction delays, WBDF 45 news chopper was over 95 covering a multi vehicle accident that had closed all lanes at the 95/495 exchange. WWCT news chopper was over the bay covering oil slicks for an environmental report. All the choppers were directed by their news rooms to the Grips Park site in less than 15 minutes air time.

The state police choppers from Salisbury, Easton Annapolis and Dover were in the air and redirected.

It would be ten minutes before the powers that be figured out what had happened and cancelled the 90 pieces of fire, rescue and ambulances that were rerouted to Grips Park from the three counties, all with very disgruntled people aboard.

Back at the scene the FUBAR continued. The governor and his protection unit had been notified what was going to happen so no one pulled out any real guns.

Marley was to stop live broadcasting at the end of the Governor’s quick speech. The station director wanted guest reactions to the speech and conference so the cameras were still rolling and turned to the bus when we started shooting. Marley’s quick thinking to inform the station that this was a drill staged for the conference saved us from being a national live news event.

The fire equipment arrived moments after we had pulled away. We had met them ½ a mile away. We continued on to the intersection where the Sherriff had closed the road. We parked Dad’s truck by a deputy’s car for safe keeping. Courtney and I placed the blank-firing Glocks and all the left-over ammo in the trunk of the sheriff’s car. The sheriff pulled up by the tent’s so we could watch the aftermath and be there for the breakout session.

The ambulance that had picked up Jason, Vicky and Ching Lee went to the intersection and came back so they could participate also.

The fuel we had used had burned off as the equipment rolled to a stop. The fire and explosion had been so hot that it had started the paint and seat upholstery burning. The two engines and tanker pumpers had almost 10 thousand gallons of water between them and 4 water cannons. All the water was pumped in and onto the bus. Everything was out cold and drenched when the trucks ran out of water.

Firemen, being who they are, decided to have a little fun of their own for effect. They took all of the burned manikins and placed them on sheets and covered them facing the tents.

The conference crowd still did not know it was a drill; they did not see the humor yet. Neither did the news choppers that were now over-head broadcasting live images of the ten sheet wrapped manikins.

I did not find out about the screw-up until the 911 director called my cell phone and said, “We have a big problem.” He then explained what happened. He was pulling into the park entrance as he was talking to me.

“When I have a FUBAR episode, I have a big one,” I thought.

Bob Jackson, Dean Nobles, and the 911 director came to the Sheriffs car for an impromptu conference on how the defuse this mess.

It was decided that the best way was to come clean and now. The Sheriff and the 911 director pulled us from the car still wearing ski masks to the microphone, where we were joined by rest of my crew.

I pulled off my mask and said into the microphone in my best squeaky Jeff Gordon Pepsi commercial voice, “Was that real enough for you or what?”

It would be another 10 minutes before the stations finally aired the message that this was a scheduled drill for the conference.

We did the breakdown of the action, the ramifications of such an event to the general community, and how to deal with a catastrophic event within the college campus setting. Kate ran the clip on a projection screen while the sheriff, the 911 director, the state police terrorism prevention officer (who had arrived in a chopper with an FBI and Homeland Security agent in tow) and I did question and answers and a thorough evaluation. From the time of the first shots to the bus being engulfed in flames was less than three minutes.

I refused to answer questions about the explosive materials I had used and what I had used to set it off other than they were easily available; no permits required. It was too much information to give out with so many warped minds out there today with the cameras and print media there.

The FBI agent and the HS officer said, “You are coming to Washington and we are going to have a discussion behind closed doors tomorrow, with or without hand cuffs; your choice.” The mike was still on. The FBI agent took possession of the tape.

By the time we had finished, the scrap company had hooked up to the bus and was getting ready to leave with it when they were stopped by the FBI and given a location near Washington to take it to with an escort. The manikins were in the dumpster, the only thing left was some glass that the college maintenance people were to clean up tomorrow and plenty of mud from 10 thousand gallons of water.

I spent another two hours talking to different college groups about the demo and general security issues. I also handed out all the JBG business cards Jenny, Jason and I had. The most frequent question asked, “It can’t really be that easy? Can it?” “Oh yes it is,” I replied more than once.

It had been a long day. The conference had one more day that was devoted strictly to student education issues and round table discussion groups. Thank God that I had no part in any of that.

My group and Patti left to go home at 5:30 – two hours late – after we had our own round table at my college office and another news conference with the local news media that were waiting when we got there.

I was surprised that I was allowed to leave after the statement by the FBI agent and not be in cuffs. Two agents had been following me all afternoon; they were even standing with the media at the last news conference.

Edit by Alfmeister

The weekend went as fast as Thursday and Friday. All six of us spent 4 hours Saturday and Sunday in the gym working on upper body exercises on Saturday and lower body on Sunday, plus an hour each day on the treadmills.

Courtney joined us both days. Saturday morning she was pumped up. “I got a call from the APD chief this morning. Three things hit his desk at the same time yesterday afternoon. Someone had put a color picture of the banner welcoming me as director from the lobby, HR had sent him my resignation paperwork and the rumor is going around that I am filing a 50 million dollar discrimination suit against the department over the detective job,” she said.

“You should have heard the begging and pleading for me to reconsider and not file suit. He had all kinds of promises and jobs for me to take if I would come back. I told him to stuff it, I had a better job now than he could ever offer me and hung up the phone on him,” she said.

“The union president called five minutes later offering the union lawyers to help, the pricks. Four weeks ago they told me to go do my job and shut up, that there was nothing they could do about what the chief and captain had done. I think the union is the one that started the rumor to begin with. I am not going to spend years tied up with that,” she said.

It was late Saturday afternoon, almost dark, as the six of us were headed to Beach Diggers Club that I noticed that the last store in the shopping center across the highway from Summers Road had a going out of business sale banner hung across the front of their store; the entire shopping center would now be empty. Midway in the shopping center was a big sign ‘Property for Sale’. I had Lorrie write the number down for me.

I guessed that the owner had finally given in to the economy. Most of those stores had been empty for several years. The rumor was the owner would not lower his rents to get new tenants even in the bad times and continued to raise rates on those that were there.

I wondered how much extra money we had to play with, I would have to pay more attention to Marcy’s financial reports in our nightly meetings.

We were going to the BD club for dinner and a night of dancing. Orgy night was postponed last night because we were so late getting back. After supper at the restaurant we were going to the back of the club where the dance floor was poorly lit.

The voyeurism bug had hit them again so we were dressed to be able to play as much as they dared. Jenny was going to be lookout. She also had a mini night-vision video camera so the girls could enjoy their exploits later.

I ordered the salad with the surf and turf, Jenny ordered the seafood special. The others ordered a variety of steaks, seafood or a mix and wine coolers all around.

It was two hours before we hit the dance floor. It was crowed even in the back, we grabbed the last two tables in the back that were unoccupied on the side that was all women. We danced a few mild dances just to see who was doing what around us. I saw a few faces that I knew from the gym and around the island. I made a mental note of who they were. I had never gotten the impression that they were bi or gay when they were at the gym, but here they were. We might be able to expand the Friday night orgy with some new members.

Ching Lee pulled me out on the dance floor. I could tell by the look in her eyes that she was ready to be a little naughty; she had undone most of the buttons on her blouse and hiked up her micro mini skirt even higher.

I undid a couple more of mine but left my short skirt as it was. I had chosen a loose flowing mini instead of a tight one. Ching Lee’s was tight enough that she could barely step up into the truck. I could step up with no problem and could feel the breeze against my exposed smooth lips when I did.

The first dance we did was one of those where you were four feet apart and did not touch. My younger mates seemed to enjoy that kind of dance. I enjoyed the touch and feel close kind of dances a lot more. I guess it was more of a generational thing.

The next music was slow, more my kind of dancing music. I pulled her close and undid the last of the buttons of our blouses just for the visual effect that it would have. Ching had worn 4 inch heels and I had worn a 1 inch heel. That made all of us close to the same height; that worked out best for times like this. As we danced close we slid the fabric of our blouses out of the way and swayed to the music nipple to nipple, both were hard as bullets. I reached through her blouse to wrap my arms around her. I kissed her neck, cheek, her ear and finally hard on her lips.

As the music slowed to a stop I dropped my hands to cup both her ass cheeks giving them a good squeeze that melted her against me. We ended with a passionate kiss. I notice as we separated and covered our breasts that Agnes Moore – one of the ladies from the gym – was staring at us almost in a daze.

Vicky was next; the DJ played groups of the same style songs six at a time. She met me before I could get back to the table. We danced close, blouses open, with kisses and nibbles, hugs, squeezes and whispers. She also noticed Agnes. I was sure that the rest of my mates would do the same. I think they drew straws to see who would go next. We would use the fast music to cool down and repeat on the slow songs.

Agnes’ eyes were on us like magnets; the whole time she was in a daze. Occasionally I caught her with her hand in her crotch; she thought she was being slick straightening her skirt but she was doing circles on her clit before-hand and checking her watch. Then it hit me that her date had stood her up or was terribly late.

During the next set of fast songs the girls and I quietly talked about Agnes being here. Jenny said, “I will set the next round out so go ask her to dance.”

When the slow music started again I went over to Agnes and asked her to dance. She readily accepted. She immediately pulled me close and whispered to me, “You girls are so hot. I knew you were close, almost like family, but oh my. My date could not get out tonight, her husband didn’t go out. I did not want to go home to mine just yet. I was hoping I would see something hot to make me want to let him fuck me. I wish you had come much earlier”

I returned the whisper, “We have an orgy usually on Friday nights at 8. Sometimes there are couples that want only to watch and be watched for the visuals. Bring your girlfriend, you can watch or join in with the girls, we have plenty of toys if you want to use them. Just simple rules, no hickeys where they can be seen, no pee, no scat, no pain, be clean, fresh and shaven, no feminine deodorants. Contact me at the gym to confirm around 7, if I’m not there leave a message on my cell phone and a way to contact or text you.”

While I was whispering I had her ass cheeks in my hand massaging and squeezing them and pulling her tight against me. She had her hands on my breasts hidden by my blouse. She was squeezing my tits and rolling my nipples.

“I need to go. I will be there with or without my friend. I have several I see. Can I bring them if they are willing?” she whispered.

I kissed her neck then her lips and played with the tip of her tongue. She got weak in the knees but caught herself. I knew she had a small orgasm.

“Explain the rules to them if they come,” I said.

I danced another round with my mates. The later it got the longer the songs were that the local band played and more of the songs were slow ones. We were openly squeezing and touching – a feel here, a fondle there – there was no doubt that it was soon going to be time to go home to finish the evening.

We were all horny; we finished our drinks and went home to finish the evening’s festivities there.

Edit by Alfmeister

Monday did go smoothly with lots of odds and ends coming together. Patti did find 10 of the old manikins at the department store that had been closed for so many years. I sent the maintenance guys to pick them up.

The owner wanted cash so I took it out of my pocket. There was no way with the accounting system in place here to get cash. If he would give the maintenance guys a receipt I could add it to the expense account for this project.

The rest of the week and next week were going to be busy. Tomorrow we were going to redo the demo bus attack with the fire chiefs and the 911 people at the shooting range at noon. With Jason on the board of directors there he simply posted that part of the range would be closed from 11AM to 3 PM to the public.

On Wednesday night we were flying out to do the Thursday and Friday seminars to complete this college year. We were going to fly to Charlotte and check in on the site there and spend the night.

Thursday morning I was going to meet with Max Kelly and the Hendricks group to sign the contracts for 200 new cars that we were going to buy. Even with multiple different destination charges to get the new cars delivered at our sites they were the dealers with the best prices. The orders had already been placed and the cars rerouted. Max was supplying Fords, Toyota, Nissans, a few Kias, Ford trucks and vans. The Hendricks group was supplying Chevy and Chevy trucks and vans.

The contract signing was a technicality; electronic transfers had already locked things into place. Plus it would give Vicky and Ching Lee their first site inspection and they were going to do a lot more. Marcy had worked up a procedure that she wanted followed when we went to any site. It was so we could evaluate and rate each site by the same standards. This was going to be the test run.

These site evaluations were to be one more tool in her bag for promotions and demotions of our site people, and negotiating leverage with the site owners for improvements. We suspected that because of the previous owner’s problems a lot of routine improvements had been tactfully neglected. This was one more reason that site inspections were going to be pushed to the forefront and soon. Some of the comment cards we were getting back raised questions about maintenance of facilities and site lease renewals came almost every month. They were scattered throughout the year.

Marcy wanted leverage and a lot of it. There were times Marcy could squeeze nickels and dimes until they screamed to get what she thought was our full money’s worth, and she was good at it. At times I thought she was getting her jollies off while she was doing it.

I was just about done getting my calendar updated, linked to my smart phone and make it available to Patti when Mischief and Mayhem came in. I guess the mental nickname I had given them was going to stay with me.

I handed Roseanne a slip of paper with the company website and the order to get to the job postings page, “I can make no promises. I have no control over that part of the business for all kinds of reasons. If you see something that catches your eye fill it out and send it direct to Lorrie and Marcy. Check the postings every day; a lot of good things are happening over the next few weeks,” I said.

At noon I left for the shooting range to meet the 911 group and the rest of my party there. Jason, Jenny, Courtney, Ching Lee and Vicky dressed as school girls as a slight deviation from the original plan. Courtney and I had changed weapons in our shoulder holsters to a Glock that would only shoot blanks. I had everything ready to go when the group from C-town came through the gate.

Again I explained everything in detail not once but twice, then we pulled on our hoods and my group and I carried it out. The ingredients worked perfectly. As I bounced up from my roll to get away from the explosion and fire and Courtney and I were headed to the getaway truck, I thought the 911 staff were going to crap themselves they were so animated. We grabbed the fire extinguishers and watched as the flames died out from the lack of fuel. The bus we were going to use would still have the seats in plus the manikins so there would be additional fuel to keep the fire going if the fire department was not on the ball doing their thing. That was where they would get to show their stuff.

Another lengthy discussion and they signed off. Everything was ready for shock and awe, with some minor adjustments, a week from today.

At noon on Wednesday we were boarding the King Air to Charlotte. They were surprised to see us. Jack must have carried Rebecca to a high end clothing store to up date her business wardrobe. She was dressed professionally to the nines.

The counter was busy, the thirty extra cars Charlotte had received was keeping the place busy. Jack had said they could recover the lost 20% in rentals and get an additional 20% and Charlotte had surpassed it.

Marcy wanted us to get an honest opinion from Jack about the site evaluation form. What she really wanted was to get him to go with Vicky and Ching Lee to the sites where the bad comment cards were coming from, especially if those sites were coming up for lease renewal. There were twenty five of those in the next 3 months and they were long term leases of two to four years.

As soon as the rush from the noon cycle of landings settled out, Vicky Ching Lee and I took Rebecca to the back meeting table for a meeting and a little interview session.

“Rebecca, the very first thing I want to say is that I am very impressed with the professional appearance you present to the customer, the professional one on one connection that you made with each customer that I saw you wait on. You made each customer feel like they were someone special while you were handling their transaction. You are doing a great job representing the best of JBG to our customers,” I said.

“Jack took me shopping for new clothes the first night I was here. He said my school days were over, that I could wear those clothes on a date or the weekend but here I was an administrator, I was senior management level in the company.”

“He said it was part of my job to reflect that level of authority in front of a rental customer or in the office. People would be reporting to me and it was important that I represented that authority. He has been drilling that into me every hour all day long along with how to be customer friendly and yet still be the boss. I have learned more about business in the last two weeks than I did in the last year at college,” she said.

“You are going to get to stay a few days longer than planned. One of the planes returning from Florida will pick you up next Wednesday so you can be in be back in time for the graduation festivities. That had slipped in the planning,” I said. “I’m sure that your family that will come in for that. Then there is the problem of permanent housing for you and the other three. You will no longer have a dorm room for your things. You have to come up with a plan for that. You have to find an apartment or a house to rent.”

“I have been talking with Sandy, Mark and Randy about that. I think Sandy and I are going to look for a house to rent together and I think Randy and Mark are planning on the same thing,” Rebecca said.

She went back to waiting on the counter so we could meet with Jack and make our proposal to him.

I explained to Jack the site audit form and why we needed it as a corporate policy. I asked if there were anything else that needed to be added.

Jack replied, “No, it looks fine.”

It was then that I popped the question, “Jack, would you be willing to be part of the audit team as part of your other duties? It will include a pay raise of $5200 a year and an additional title. ‘Manager, Audit Team Supervisor & Trainer’ will be the title. It will involve some travel and spending a few nights away from home, some time in motel rooms. There may be times that it will be a week or more as we open new sites.”

“There will also be one more full time employee added here. We might even add the ‘Assistant Manager’ title to it. But this will still be your site as manager when you are not involved in other duties,” I said.

Jack accepted the job and would be at the main office on the Island in three weeks to begin the audits. We were going to rotate members on his team between Vicky, Ching Lee, Randy and Rebecca. I called Jason to have him post a help wanted add in the Charlotte area papers.

As soon as Jason’s HR group was complete with permanent staffing all hiring would begin there. That would reduce the workload on Marcy and the rest of the girls.

I called Brenda Woods to have her make another banner welcoming Jack as ‘Audit Team Supervisor’ as we were waiting to take off.

The seminars went off with out hitch, they were long but productive. We landed back on the Island at 9 PM Friday.

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I had bacon, eggs, sausage, toast and juice on the table as the North six made their way from the lower guest rooms at 6:45. I had heard them moving around and talking at 6:15. They had just enough time to eat and make it to the gym at their normal start time.

I asked if everyone was good with last night’s fun in the basement. There were nods and smiles from all of them and only one question.

“Can we come and stay and do it again next Friday night?” one of them asked.

“Are all of you comfortable with what went on last night?” I asked. They all nodded and smiled.

“It was fun getting them ready last night,” Glenda said with the others agreeing with her. “It’s too bad they are going to be leaving soon.”

“Roseanne and Corry want anal next time they come. Getting them cleaned out and ready for those big cocks in virgin butt holes is not going to be fun,” I replied. “It will be a much longer session.”

At 8 the rest of us were in the office. Jason and Courtney were making some progress on manuals for Frost Borough. We were receiving applications from the newspaper help-wanted ads and the online job postings. Marcy had posted almost 30 positions to be filled. Twenty were full time and ten were part time, spread between Frost Borough and the office.

Ten of the full time employee’s spots were to be filled here. Two were for Jason, his assistant and a personal secretary. Two more were to be administrators and the other six were to be clerks. I figured that by the time we were through the hiring process Bob would have the office expansion done or close to it.

Bob was using the same method as he had done on the previous expansion. His day crews were assembling the sections at his shop and the night shifts were assembling the sections into the office. There were two forklifts and a man lift parked on the loading dock. Steel support posts had been mounted to the floor to hold support beams for the second floor. They were spaced 20 feet apart so that the gym equipment would still be operational under the addition. The men’s night group in the gym had been very helpful in the process. If gym equipment needed to be moved for Bob they moved it and went right back to their exercise routine.

From the progress Bob was making he must have pulled most or all of his crews from his other job. I knew from my conversation that he was ticked off at the whole group from planning and zoning, the site inspectors, his suppliers for the job as well as the project owner. Maybe he was levering them by doing this job and a no show there. We were still having a lot of spring rains so maybe that was part of the plan now, do nothing there until the weather cooperated. Playing in the mud with heavy equipment is no fun and has little productivity that you can see at the end of the day.

I spent time with Courtney looking over the applicants from the Frost Borough area. We had closed the taking of any more applications for there because of the time limitations. The stack was probably over a hundred. There were quite a few veterans that had applied. I read over each one.

There was a couple from the Frost Borough county sheriff’s office that had applied. I wondered what was wrong at that office that two of their experienced people wanted to leave for a job with no retirement benefits and most likely a lower salary. There were 10 years of service between them. Their skills level looked great. I set them off to the side with a post-it note for more research.

I went through the rest of the applications and at the finish I had pulled about forty that I thought deserved a second look. Each had a sticky note with comments on it.

Jason, Courtney, and Marcy did the same thing. Just for kicks we were going to see how many times we had pulled the same names.

Once we had decided on the twenty finalists for Frost Borough and put them in the order we wanted to test them they were going to get the works. The first ten then another group would be selected until we filled all the positions there. Those left on the list would be offered the part-time positions.

For the full-time positions, first came a detailed background check with court activity check. Then a medical history check, a financial check with a cross check followed with their style of living, and finally the employer histories and references check.

If they made it past all of that then the next stop was to bring them here and get a physical with our doctor, then a visit with the shrinks to evaluate their mental stability. Next would be the physical fitness check and then they would be with Jamie Carter on the gun safety course along with the shoot-don’t-shoot course. When they completed all that they would then be offered a position.

We would fly them here on a Friday morning and let the fun begin. The entire physical fitness test, the physiological, health interview and assessment, would be in the gym. The doctor and his nurse and the shrinks had agreed to come here to do the physicals. Our in-house EMT’s could do the EKG and most other things. It would be a long day Friday and Saturday with finishing them up Sunday morning and then flying them back Sunday late afternoon.

By 11 we had reached agreement on the first ten and added two backups in case any declined. Jenny and Jason ran the names through the background check system and the court records system. The twelve came up clean for both of those. I called the contact numbers on the applications and ended up using one of the standbys.

I carefully explained the procedures we were going to use to evaluate them and suggested they use the time to get in shape. I also explained that we were picking up all the cost for meals and motel rooms.

We had six men and four women, including the two sheriff’s deputies in the first group. Two Army, three Marine and one Air Force veteran were in that group. The first round was to start a week from Friday. We were going to have over a thousand dollars in each candidate.

I collected the items I needed and headed to the shooting range with Jason, Courtney, and Jenny in the diesel crew cab pickup. Out to the side of the target range there was an area used by the paint ball clubs as a field assault area. They paired up in teams and played army.

There was a wooded area and an area that they had put abandon cars and trucks in. Of course they were made environmentally correct. The engines, transmissions, fuel tanks, radiators as well as the entire interiors had been removed. One of those Jason said was an old school bus that even the side windows had been removed. It was a perfect candidate if it lived up to its billing and it did.

I had three different flammables that I wanted to test. I had brought a dozen of the 20 pound fire extinguishers from the college to put out the mess if it went wrong.

This was going to be the crew for the demo if all this worked out. I explained in detail my plan and the part I wanted them to play. Jason was to be the bus driver, Jenny getaway driver; Courtney and I were going to be the villains.

I set up the first test. We went through the process as planned. Courtney put hers in the front door on the walkway and ran as I set mine in the rear emergency door. I aimed the flare gun down the walkway and pulled the trigger. The instant I did that I dived away from the bus, but before I hit the ground I felt the explosion and heat. I rolled and looked up to see the entire bus in flames. I ran to the others who were waiting with fire extinguishers.

With nothing in the shell to burn the fire was quickly out as soon as the fuel was gone. The old dingy paint was not even discolored. All the bags of fuel had burned.

We tested the other three mixtures and found that a mix of number 1 and 4 test worked the best but part of the set up could make driving the bus risky for Jason so we decided against it.

The rest of the weekend went smoothly. I worked out in the gym with my mates both days and enjoyed some time in the tub with them. Jenny and I spent quality time in each others arms and finished the last part of the insemination process.

Sunday afternoon, even though it was a little cool we had a cookout with our extended family. Jeanna and her two secretaries, moms and dads, Joey, Courtney, the North six and their families were there. All my mates helped put it together and cooked. We had a feast: hot dogs, hamburgers, fresh sweet corn from Florida (courtesy of Randy), baked beans, cucumbers and onions, Mac and cheese, cold slaw and potato salad. For drinks we had Bud, Miller Lite, soda and wine coolers. It was a wonderful afternoon with family and friends.

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At 8 the door bell rang and Sly welcomed Roseanne, Corry, Brad and Dennis into the house. Lorrie locked the door, turned off all the lights and we all went down to the basement.

I asked Roseanne and Corry, “Have you any idea of what you want to do and how?”

Roseanne, Corry and I talked while we were stripping. The North six and my mates were showering and getting everything ready. Even with two to a shower it was going to take a few minutes. I turned on all the bright lights over the mats, sex chair and that corner of the basement. I set up one HD movie camera on the tripod; the other one was bigger and designed to be hand held. It was a much more expensive camera.

I used my imagination to set the tripod close to where I thought it should be to capture all the action on the sex chair. Roseanne and Corry wanted all the filming done on it. They and their boyfriends were the only people going on film tonight, just to play it safe. Jenny and I were going to be camera operators just to make sure of it.

Jenny and I were the last two to make it in the showers. While we were getting dried off we listened to Roseanne and Corry describing how they finally were able to master the deep throat. They even swapped cocks for better practice.

There were so many virgin throats for a real cock that they had a captive audience. All my mates were well versed at throating the dildo. It had become standard part of our play while in a 69 to throat the smaller dildo and use our tongues on the clit at same time. We could not do it with the larger dildo but the 6 inch pump up was just right. The process of pumping forced the clit up and out like a little cock and made it super sensitive. That was why we loved them so much.

We learned to work our tongue on the clit and then bite on the dildo and rock it a little. That would add extra pressure on the G spot and bump the end of it against the cervix, then it was back to licking the clit. In just a few short minutes the orgasms would have you shaking. Ching Lee and Lorrie were the ones that figured the method out and we all used it now.

I had a little plan of my own to take the edge off Brad and Dennis. They both had a full growth of hair down there. Roseanne and Corry both wanted close up cock and pussy action with shots of deep throating and cum on the tongue shots. Their guys had too much hair for that kind of shot so they were going to get clipped and shaved smooth.

I handed Sly and Becky the clippers and shaving kit and had Brad position himself on the sex chair. I gave Sly very detailed instructions on being careful when using the clippers on the ball sack.

“The skin there is very soft and easily cut with clippers or the razor. It is important that the skin be stretched snug with clippers and while being shaved. That is why I am having both of you do this,” I said. It was all I could not to laugh at the expression on their faces.

I took Lisa and Roseanne over to the counter and handed Lisa a razor and another can of shaving cream and told her to shave it “High and tight style.” She nodded and helped Roseanne up on the counter and replied, “With pleasure Mistress, thank you.”

Erica and Corry I put on the other side of the counter with the same equipment and told Erica, “Completely bald from the top of the crack down, above the crack a one inch wide landing strip but trimmed with the ¼ inch guide on the clippers.” I gave her the ¼ inch guide and showed her how they clipped on. She responded with, “Thank you, Mistress.”

Jenny and I met at the sex chair to watch the shaving. What drew us there was the regular laughing and giggling of everyone watching? I pretty much knew that Brad was the first cock that Sly and Becky had ever clipped and shaved.

That was immediately confirmed at first sight. They had used way too much shaving cream. That just made everything way too difficult. It took swipes with the razor just to get to the skin, plus it made it nearly impossible to hold, stretch or do anything with the nut sack. Therefore it became a comedy, especially with suggestions from the watchers. Shaving cream was everywhere.

Brad, on the other hand was deep red from blushing, but had one of those shit eating grins everyone talks about. Who could blame him? He was surrounded completely by tits and pussies no matter where he looked.

I handed Becky a hot water soaked hand towel to help her get a grip on something besides Brad’s cock. Becky took the hint and removed most of the shaving cream and they began making real progress. She even used the hot towel to remove all the extra cream that was around and on his cock.

Becky, instead of using the back of her hand to move his cock around for Sly, had it in a full fisted grip. That moving around resulted in a slow jerk off motion that was evident by a large amount of lube oozing from the slit.

Lisa and Erica came over and said, “Mistress, we are finished. Do you want to inspect our work?”

“Glenda, you inspect Roseanne, Janice you inspect Corry,” I replied.

“Yes Mistress,” they replied.

Sly and Becky were nearly finished and were looking for missed hairs. All the movement was too much for Brad.

“Oh crap, I’m going to cum,” he said as he started flexing his hips. That immediately had a lot of wide open eyes looking at me.

“Sly, cover the head of his cock with your lips, do not swallow and do not allow any to leak out. Becky, keep moving your hand up and down his cock but not too tight,” I said. I really did not need to say the last part she was doing fine.

Brad grunted and it was easy to see he was cuming by looking at Sly’s eyes, they were so big, and so were Becky’s. Brad stopped flexing his hips and just relaxed, he was done.

“Becky, move your fingers to the front and back of his cock, starting at the bottom lightly squeeze and slide your fingers to the tip – that will move the last drops of his cum into Sly’s mouth. Do it a couple of times,” I instructed. We could hear Roseanne and Corry getting the normal North six inspections. They were both singing to the rafters.

“Sly, close your lips and do not swallow. Becky helped you get that cum reward so it is only right that you share it with her. Give her a full mouth kiss and let her have some,” I instructed.

They had a full audience now that the other girls had finished and Brad was leaning up so he could watch. As soon as their lips touched Sly went full open mouth. She had held Brad’s cum long enough and wanted to get rid of it. When they had finished Becky said, “I am not sure I like the taste.”

“It will grow on you; it is an acquired taste. It is better if they avoid onions, garlic, cucumbers and spicy foods,” I said.

“Dennis, on the chair, Glenda, Janice you are the last two that have not had a razor in your hand tonight, you get to do the honors,” I said.

They had been paying attention and it went a lot faster. Dennis still lost his load. This time it was Janice that captured it to share with Glenda.

“The four of you that have had your first taste of cum, go brush and gargle before there is any mouth to pussy contact with your friends,” I said.

I set up the first film sequence that Roseanne wanted with Brad on the chair and I filmed it.

Jenny filmed Corry and Dennis. The rest of the girls found dildos or tongues and fingers on the mats. Patti and Wendy took their normal spots on the couch. At various times some of the girls came over to watch the action close up. Most of the time it was in pairs, doggy style with a strap on was the favorite. Both could watch the action and have action of their own.

We did manage to film everything that Roseanne and Corry wanted to do with Brad and Dennis. They both did a three-some on the chair, with pussy and throat. They were going to have some nice throat-bulge video using the chair with heads hanging down. Those big cocks had an almost straight shot in and I loved seeing it.

I transferred the video to DVD so they could take it home with them. Once they were satisfied the disc was what they wanted without any more editing, I would erase the electronic file as I promised no matter how badly I wanted to keep a copy.

It was near midnight when they left. They asked if they could come back for the next two Friday orgies and they wanted to do a three way with anal. After that they were parting ways and going home unless they could all four find local jobs good enough to rent a house and stay.

Jenny and I found enough time together for me to give her another shot of Jake’s semen before we all paired up and went to bed. I noticed that the North six had selected different girls tonight as they went to the lower guest rooms.

Marcy wanted me to spend the night with her again even though I had spent Wednesday with her. Friday was orgy night so after the orgy it was an open night. Jenny nodded and smiled. Ching Lee would sleep with Jenny but after the orgy it would be sleep only for them. Ching Lee put so much energy into the orgy that she was always exhausted and fell asleep like a rock. Marcy and I would have a passion filled night.

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Friday morning was more of the same. Patti spent time looking for manikins. I spent time making calls to the 911 center, the sheriffs department, the fire department and the state police. I wanted to get all of them at one meeting to make the request and lay out my plans. I was sure that I would need to get some kind of approval or permits from someone or all of them and some participation.

I had made no progress at all after a complete morning of trying. I did not even get any calls back from my messages. I had a quiet lunch with Jenny and Patti. Jenny was still working out of the C-town barracks until June, except when she was prosecuting cases in the State court at Annapolis.

Jason had recommended Jenny to replace him on the Governor’s Task Force. It was a political job and I doubted that she would even be considered for the position. Also, the states attorney wanted to keep her as a special prosecutor for the task force because she had the highest conviction rate in the department. He was making his feelings known far and wide within state circles.

We had five more seminars to do for this college season. Two next Thursday at Mississippi and two Friday morning in Alabama and another Friday evening in South Carolina would finish them out. The crew for this group was going to be Ching Lee as villain along with Lorrie, Vicky, Kate and myself. We were going to use the King Air. Both G5’s were going to be busy shuttling vacationers back and forth to Naples.

Lorrie’s office clerk was now handling the requests for next year’s seminars. Many of the same colleges we had been to wanted a refresher course and instructions for the new students. The first three months were going to be extremely busy. Some weeks there were 10 seminars scheduled. Over the summer we were going to train and divide up into two groups. We were hoping to have all the colleges finished in three months or less, even if we had to do some on the weekends.

Jenny was prosecutor at several trials next week so that worked out well as a cover story. We would finish this month’s insemination process on Sunday night.

The science professor was going to give me a 2 liter beaker of liquid nitrogen to bring the storage container back up to the full mark tonight. I had been keeping an eye on the marks. I had the container for almost five months and this was the first time that I needed to add anything to it. I was pleased that it was working out so well.

After lunch Patti and my luck both changed. Patti found out from an former store employee at the local Peebles that there might be some manikins of the type we wanted at the old Franklin Department store. The store was on the old Main Street. She had started working there as a teenager and stayed until it closed up. The building had been closed the 25 years since then. The owner had recently died and his family was going to clean out the store to sell it. She was a friend of the owner’s son. She gave Patti the number to contact him.

Roseanne and Corry had visited my office to see if they and their boyfriends were invited back to tonight’s orgy.

“Yes, 8 PM, but there will be some prep work if you want a film of what you will be doing,” I said.

“Do you have a script of action planned or do you want to be directed and told what to do like professional actors following someone else’s script?” I asked.

They were just about to answer when Patti announced that I had a call from the director of the 911 center. I excused myself from the discussion by saying, “I will see you at 8,” as I answered the call.

I explained to Director John Breeze about the security conference portion of Advanced Education Association meeting. I filled him in on my plans. He invited me to the County Emergency Management meeting that was scheduled today at 2.

I collected my information and a county road map and hurried to get there in time to make my pitch and request for assistance.

I knew nearly everyone there from my dealing with them in the past. I again filled the group in on the conference particulars and what I wanted to do for shock and awe for the last day of the conference. The morning session I was doing a presentation of campus safety, student safety, and student surveillance versus privacy and security.

The college was then going to transport the group to the 4H Park and Recreation grounds for an Eastern Shore cookout experience. There was going to be pit beef, roast pig, steamed crab and fish, among other things. After the meal I was going slip away to take charge of the fake attack as its lead villain. Then the state police, the 911 center and the fire chief could break down the action to show how things get murky with live action and witnesses along with just how easy it would be to create fear within the communities.

The setup for the tents and meal were 200 feet from the highway that went by the park. Close enough for the action to be seen and far enough away for no one to get hurt.

We beat the dog to death for the next two hours. The C-town Fire Chief wanted another local company to participate with each company providing 2 engines and a tanker and one ambulance stationed at the end of each road out of sight. The 911 director wanted one of his people in the crowd to make the call to start the equipment rolling at precisely the right time, with no delay. The snitch in the crowd would be talking directly to the dispatcher who would then call the equipment on a direct channel that would not send out county-wide alarms.

The Sherriff and State Police were going to close off the road 10 minutes before go time, allow the emergency equipment to get in place, keep it closed until the fire was out and the road way clear.

I assured them that my people would be the only persons involved in driving the bus, the attack vehicle or in any action at the scene. I had to describe the attack in detail several times, including the weapons and the incendiary explosive and detonator I was going to use.

The Fire Chief, the 911 director, and Major Charles Ashley were going to witness my test on Tuesday afternoon at the outdoor shooting range near C-ville.

That meant that I was going to be spending the weekend building a replica to demonstrate the explosion to them. After everyone was satisfied and there were no more questions or constructive disagreements we called it a night. I was almost an hour late picking Patti up to go home.

Patti drove so I could make several calls. The first was to the scrap yard to confirm that I would take the bus for the demonstration. I made the comment that I wished I had two of them; one to use for the demonstration and one to practice on with the incendiary explosive I was going to use. Unfortunately there were no others available.

I also called the shooters club for permission to use the open field to test out my devices on. I knew at the time I would have to get Jason and the Judge to make that happen and I needed to make those calls next.

I had less than 3 hours to join in the business meeting, get the basement in shape for the orgy at 8 and shower. I think everyone was horny tonight. Marcy had the meeting over within an hour and a half.

We had never had all the lights on in the orgy corner of the basement; you just didn’t need them unless you were going to film sex action with hi-def cameras. I had them on one time just to see what all those switches operated on the wall. Then I understood why all those pictures from Jakes parties that I kept hidden were so professional looking.

The light was almost blinding and it took a few minutes to get used to. The lights were in rows between every ceiling joist. They were in a complete circle around the mat and play area, angled down into the area. Then there was a row on the two walls a foot off the floor. I knew they were there to prevent shadows on people in the film and pictures without having a person hold portable lighting in place.

The last thing Jenny and I needed to do before turning in tonight was the second step in the three step insemination process for this month. Today was the best day in her cycle. Finding the five minutes may be tough tonight.

By seven thirty supper was finished, the table cleared and the dishes put in the dishwasher. Even having the North six for dinner had not slowed things down.

Sly came to me and said, “Is it OK if we call our Mom’s and get permission to stay over tonight again? We all brought an overnight bag hoping you would be OK with it.” I nodded and six cell phones were being dialed at the same time.

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